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

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

Multiple Man frowned, before duplicating himself twice. The other two Multiple Men simply stood beside him. The first one began talking again. "You know, not everything is black and white, girl. Trust?" He scoffed. "You really are new to the business. Nobody trusts anybody here. We pretend to- Long enough to stab them in the back or get stabbed. You think the Avengers don't dread the day they fall apart? You think Batman and Superman don't have plans to take down everyone in the League? There's no trust in this business. Only alliances. And somehow, girl, I don't think you're going to be too good at making them." He shook his head and reabsorbed his duplicates, simply turning around and walking away. "You're not even worth the trouble."

She doesn't let him get far, before firing the grappling hook on her wrist into his back, In her other hand she throws her dagger at his shoulder. She charges towards him, replacing the dagger she threw with her Baton. She starts prepping a swing with the other dagger as soon as she gets close enough, keeping the baton to block any attack he might throw at her first. He has royally pissed her off, and she is not going to let him get out of this easily.

The moment the grappling hook struck him in the back, it activated his powers, duplicating him forward. While the first duplicate was disabled down in front of her, the second one she inadvertently created simply turned around and sighed. "Seriously, lady?" He leaned down and absorbed the first duplicate, before jumping out of the way of her attack and duplicating himself several times. "You-" The first kicked at her, trying to get her to block with her baton so that the rest of the attacks would be more effective. "Can't-" The second punched towards her gut. "Think-" The third was another kick, this time towards the back of her legs. "You'll-" The fourth tried to ram his elbow into her head. "Win!" The last simply watched the others, ready to reabsorb and run if things went bad.

[New Rnclave]

" Miss Claudia will win these games!" Tomia shouted. staring defiantly at the two beings that had come in their apparent cell. Sticking her chest out, Tomia tried to copy Claudia, puffing up and sticking her chin out. " I'm a Super Saiyan, just like my daddy! I'll beat up anyone who hurts Miss Claudia!" She commented, sticking her tongue out at the spiderlike woman. And if Claudia couldn't do it, she was sher had Father would show up to save her... like he always did.

" Miss's Claudia, whats a Gl-ad-di-a-tor? She asked, sounding the last word out

Claudia sighed. "It's where people fight each other for the entertainment of others." She explained. Then sighed. "But the participants have no choice but to fight." She explained. She put a hand on Tomia's cheek. She smiled. "You're a really brave girl, you know that? Braver than me." She explained. She heard a whirring sound and the other cell wall began to slowly open up. It revealed an arena. Claudia got up, she placed Tomia on her shoulders so she could hold on. "Hold on," She instructed. "This should be over soon." She explained.

"On the right side of the Arena, we have our representative from DUEGAR (Duemer Unifed EnGineering, Artificers and Rockworkers) Industries: Hogi Magmaheart!" Spoke a voice, and from the other side of the arena,a squat grey skinned figure stepped forward. A stoic look was on his face. "From the DROW (underDark Registered Organic-modification Worldwide), we have a new representative! The Red Reaver and the Saiyan Slaughterer."

"Humph. Slaughterer isn't even a word..." Muttered Claudia. "At least they didn't use our real names."

She was thrown an axe, but Claudia just chucked it away. The squat figure laughed incredulously. Drawing his mace.

"Lass. I think you better take the weapon."

Claudia smiled. A dangerous smile she only smiled when stuff was getting fun for her. "What? That? It would break far too easily." Remarked Claudia.

The DUEGAR fighter laughed again. "Alright then. Normally I take issue with hurting unarmed women and children. But this time I think I'll make an exception..."

Tomia swallowed slightly as the grey man made his first step towards them.

She felt like her father in that moment, staring down a powerful opponent , but unlike her father, she wasn't a real warrior. Even she couldn't deny the aching need to throw herself into battle, the blood pounding in her ears was to loud, drowning out the crowd. But truth be told, at the end of the day, she was still a five year old , and she was still nothing compared to her father.

With a small roar, which had more in common with a squeak then the baritone shout of a Saiyan warrior, Tomia pushed the remaining bits of her power to the surface, her emerald eyes locking with the grey figure. Her muscles burned from just doing that, her breathing coming in almost coughs. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she realized in this moment what Claudia and Tomia went through every time they faced down beasts like Broly, the need to defend themselves and the weak.

The ground beneath her simply burned away as she rocketed forward, arcing to the left and coming around. Closing her eyes, she threw her tiny fist out, feeling her knuckles make contact with something.

[Illica Falki]

She doesn't let him get far, before firing the grappling hook on her wrist into his back, In her other hand she throws her dagger at his shoulder. She charges towards him, replacing the dagger she threw with her Baton. She starts prepping a swing with the other dagger as soon as she gets close enough, keeping the baton to block any attack he might throw at her first. He has royally pissed her off, and she is not going to let him get out of this easily.

The moment the grappling hook struck him in the back, it activated his powers, duplicating him forward. While the first duplicate was disabled down in front of her, the second one she inadvertently created simply turned around and sighed. "Seriously, lady?" He leaned down and absorbed the first duplicate, before jumping out of the way of her attack and duplicating himself several times. "You-" The first kicked at her, trying to get her to block with her baton so that the rest of the attacks would be more effective. "Can't-" The second punched towards her gut. "Think-" The third was another kick, this time towards the back of her legs. "You'll-" The fourth tried to ram his elbow into her head. "Win!" The last simply watched the others, ready to reabsorb and run if things went bad.

Vera ignores the firsts kick, letting it impact her armor, She instead blocks the fourth one going for her face. Though she can't stop the blow to her gut, she slices the dagger towards second one's arm. she does not see the kick in the back of the legs coming, however, which interrupts that slice and throws her off-balance, as well as breaks one of the braces on her leg with a loud crack. Now that her armor is getting damaged, and she's severely outnumbered, She smartens up, and tries escape by firing her grappling hook into one of the unfinished buildings at this site, and letting it drag her into it, slashing at any of the duplicates trying to stop her. Though she abandoned her second dagger, it will be a lot easier to replace that then the broken brace on her leg.

[The Starlight]

Previously in Renascence Eternal...
"If this is to be our twilight, our final day, let us fight like never before. Let us fight like the legends of old. And let us die like gods!" she shouted, lifting Gungnir with a roar, the Valkaforce sparking in her eyes, the All-Mother tossing her Mjolnir to Thor Odinson for their final battle.

Valka Silverhand
Renascence Eternal - Death

Death comes to all. It is inevitable, unscrupulous, encompassing, without prejudice. For some, death is where it all ends, the destination. All know when their time has come.

The sons and daughters of Asgard stepped onto the field of battle, led by the one they called the Mother of All. She looked upon her children, and smiled, glad to have them at their side. The Mighty Thor, two luminous Mjolnirs held tightly. There were the Warriors Three Fandral the Dashing, Hogun the Grim and Volstagg the Valiant. And many more. Balder the Bold, Lady Sif the Fair, Heimdall the All-Seeing, Agnar the Fierce, Hermod the Quick, Brunnhilde the Defender, and all of the faithful Einherjar and loyal Valkyrior. Brave souls were they all. And then, there was her. Valka the Eternal.

And so, the Asgardians fought with all their vigor. They fought like young gods, recklessly charging into the arms of death with a sword in their hand and a battle cry on their lips. Those who were fated to fight a certain foe found them, and those of whom the prophecies did not write found their own foes. Valka paused in the midst of the battle, having carved a respite out for herself, for the bodies of many Frost Giants and Fire Demons surrounded her, and none dared approach, for now at least. She leaned on Gungnir, looking up towards the sun. The tide of the battle seemed to be going their way, and every Asgardian felt it and they raised their voice. And she began to hope, that most of them might survive this, that the cycle would be broken and they would be free of fate.

But it was not to be. For new foes arrived, and among them, the World Serpent, Jormungand, the treacherous son of Laufey riding towards them with the hosts of Hel behind him. And the hearts of Asgard felt heavy, and they returned to battle, resigned. Heimdall unsheathed his long, golden sword, the All-Seer striding towards Loki purposefully, and there he would find his doom. Thor, with two Mjolnirs stalked towards the great snake, preparing his final deed.

And the tide of battle turned against Asgard, Malekith working his devilry. One by one, the All-Mother watched her children fall, some in brave deeds of saving other Asgardians, others. a slow knife in the back. And she was powerless to stop it, for always she was assailed with a great many foes who pressed her hard at times. At long last, only Valka and Thor stood, and the All-Mother looked to the skies to see the Odinson's final battle.

Long it was, and at times she hoped and prayed that he would rise alive over his foe, but the Odinson too fell, crushed beneath the body of the World Serpent, but not before he slew it with a hammer-blow to the eyes. Her very steps felt heavy as she walked to where her friend had fallen, the All-Mother lifting the snake's corpse easily, dragging Thor from under it. "Rage, rage against the dying of the light," she whispered, shutting his eyes and putting his Mjolnir in his grasp. "Rest now, my friend, and feast in those glorious halls."

And she turned, Gungnir gripped as always, and beheld what seemed to be her fate. For there, before her, Surtur, King of the Fire Demons and Ymir, the Living Winter, King of the Ice Giants, strode towards her, paying no mind to the crackling of bones behind them, nor the land which was scorched and frozen at the same time. And her heart knew despair, for Odin had faced these two before in another Ragnarok, and he had not left the field victorious.

The All-Mother plunged Gungnir into ground and cast aside her winged helm, a sword almost as tall as herself appearing in her hands. The Odinsword, the weapon unsheathed when the end was nigh. And unwilling to wait for her fate, leapt toward the pair, the Odinsword as she lifted it high above her head. And so that battle began. It was one that took far longer than Thor's, for all three combatants, it could be argued, were mightier than the God of Thunder. Asgard was rent in two beneath their feet, and they fought all across the 10 Realms.

But the pair were greater than she alone, and so the Silverhand fled to the World Tree to make her final stand. And there, beneath its boughs, they fought once more, Valka defending the tree with all her might, for their victory would be assured if they destroyed the Tree from which life had sprung. At long last, she slew Ymir with an Odinsword lit by the flames of Surtur, but at great cost, for she had lost her arm and the uru hand upon it to Surtur's flames, the wound cauterizing immediately due to its great heat, causing her great pain.

And so, Fire Demon and Asgardian fought, and Surtur's flames were the greater, and he had the mastery. Still she fought with defiance, keeping the flames at bay for a time, but ever the all-consuming flames licked at her shields of the Valkaforce, and she was reminded of Asra, the blazing Rainborn. And finally, when it came to the end of it, her other arm was pinned to the World-Tree with Surtur's Twilight Sword, making her blood boil, the tree behind her turning black as the smell of burning wood reached her nostrils. And Surtur chuckled, a dark laugh, and prepared to snuff out her life, saying, "Odin was a greater challenge than you, little woman," when a voice spoke out behind the Fire Demon. Or rather, it seemed to the Asgardian's ears as many, spoken through one mouth. "Enough, Surtur. The honor of slaying her was not given to thee. That goes to us."

And the Fire Demons' King surprisingly withdrew, staying close however, a giant flaming foot over the Odinsword, revealing the figure. It was a female figure, about her height, armored strangely. One side of her armor, the left side was of pure black metal, the right was of shining, white metal, and the middle part of her armor, consisting of the breastplate, was a pale grey.

"Who are you?" Valka asked, bewildered, having never seen the woman before in all her many years.

"We are what was. We are what is. We are what shall be. We are what is hidden," the voices boomed out, though Valka could only see one person. She raised an eyebrow at the declaration, and replied, "I will not die like this. I will not die nailed to the World Tree, mocked by some mysterious person!!" she yelled out, grunting as she slowly grasped the flaming Sword of Twilight, and, ignoring the pains of the burns she suffered, drew it out of her arm. It was a difficult thing, as she only had one hand. But she was the All-Mother of Asgard, and her right to die a glorious, warrior's death would not be denied. She could not call the Odinsword to her, as Surtur had secured it, but her first weapon was still sheathed, and she drew it now with a shout, Oathbringer. She slashed at the figure, only to be blocked by a materialized sword. And to her surprise, Oathbringer broke into shards, and she looked at the ground where it lay, dumbfounded, before summoning another sword and continuing the battle.

Their battle was shorter than all the rest, for though Asgardians say that they cannot tire, on that day, in that place, Valka Silverhand felt weary. The Valkaforce had been spent, and always that pale sword of the armored woman, broke her attacks. Their battle was more of a dance, perhaps, under the leaves of the World Tree, but Valka grew frustrated, for she tried the many tricks, strategies and styles that she had acquired over the years, but all of them were evaded by the woman in black, grey and white, whose defense seemed impenetrable.

And all of a sudden, her attacker, switched from defense to offense, ducking under Valka's swing and delivering a lightning thrust which found her heart. The All-Mother looked down at the pale metal, knowing that she had been defeated. The woman chuckled and withdrew her sword, Valka falling to the ground, scrabbling for her sword blindly. It was a shameful thing for a warrior to depart life without a weapon in hand. And although she was All-Mother and would not be shamed, it was still a thing that she would be ashamed of for the rest of time.

An armored, white gauntlet handed her Oathbringer, or what was left of it. "We shall grant you this one mercy, daughter of Asgard." The Skymother nodded, grasping the broken sword tightly. And so died Valka Silverhand, the Last Daughter of Asgard.

As she departed to that good night, she could have sworn she heard a voice, saying, "Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

And there was a bright flash, and all was silent. It was finished...

Or so it seemed. But her story was not yet done, and in truth, no story ever really ends. And when she awoke, she did not see the halls of Valhalla, nor feasting warriors. She did not greet Thor and Odin and Sif and Volstagg in that Hall of the Slain, to feast everlasting until that day when they would return, triumphant. But instead, she felt wood at her back, and she turned, to see the World-Tree in perfect condition. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked around, absolutely bewildered.

What is this?!

[Mavorpen]

"So you can summon any weapon that you know exists?" He asked to male sure he understood him properly. "An adaptable warrior. Though weapons designed to hurt Kryptonians are less effective against others. Unless you have weapons that can outright cause damage to them without the need for Kryptonite or Red solar energy. Since you seem to be a weapon expert. Your job it to make sure Craig's weapons are as deadly as possible. I'll be providing enchantments." He explained. He had to make sure everyone was playing with their strengths. "Jamal. Since it appears that the Council respects you. Your job is to find out what they know about the Builders. And where we should hammer first."

"Well, 'respect' is a strong word, but I'll see what I can do." Jamal said. He turned to Ronan and lifted a few feet off the ground, floating next to him. "Let's go. Gimme a sitrep on how childish the Council is being on the way there. Jamal enclosed Ronan in a gravity field and the two took off. Upon exiting the atmosphere, Jamal opened up a stargate and the two entered it.

"I am not entirely sure on what the specific status of the discussion currently is with regards to the Council." Ronan said. "The last piece of information I received from the Supreme Intelligence was roughly two days ago. At that time, Lilandra and Kallark were firmly convinced in combining forces and launching a full scale counterattack against the Builders, as was the Brood Queen. J'son of Spartax is hesitant to fight them for unknown reasons."

Jamal sighed. "So basically, pretty much what I expected. Well, let's see if we can't all come together like one big happy family." The two exited the stargate and entered the atmosphere of a planet called Nomad. It was neutral territory, so it was ideal for meetings for the Galactic Council. The two approached a large citadel and entered one of the ship docks. They continued through the citadel until they reached the meeting room. The door opened and it was filled with representatives of a multitude of races across the universe. In the center of the room were representatives of the most powerful and expansive races, sitting around a table that itself surrounded something resembling a cauldron. The rest of the representatives stood in neat rows behind a waist high wall around the center table. If Jamal had to sum it up, it was essentially an analogue to a courtroom.

"Excuse me. Pardon me. Important Kree Accuser coming through." Jamal said as he walked down the stairs leading to the center table, with Ronan following behind him. Jamal could feel the eyes of all of the representatives piercing him from all directions. Upon reaching the center of the room, the representatives at the table glanced over at the two.

"You brought the Terran Representative with you, Ronan?" One of the representatives spat, with disgust.

"Again, when did that even happen?" Jamal asked as he took off his helmet and sat to the right of Ronan. On the chair to the left of Ronan was a circular device that projected a large hologram of the Supreme Intelligence.

"Earth is in a peculiar situation where it is significant enough to be recognized amongst us, but not advanced enough to where you are active enough in universal affairs to establish yourselves officially amongst us by electing a representative." Lilandra explained. "So, we took it upon ourselves to designate one for Earth via a vote. You were by far the most popular option."

"I'm flattered." Jamal said. He glanced at the individual next to Lilandra and nodded. "Been a while, Gladiator. I hear you’ve been promoted to Majestor."

"Indeed.” Gladiator replied. “It is good to have you here, Jamal."

"Is it really? Do we really need a Terran Representative? And to allow him to sit at this table as though he is our equal!" The first representative to speak up exclaimed.

"Quiet, J'son. The Nova Centurion has earned his place among us."A large insectoid creature stated.

"I appreciate it, Brood Q-" Jamal began. "Wait, aren't you a different Brood Queen from the one who used to be on the Council?"

"You noticed?" The Brood Queen asked in astonishment.

"Yeah... isn't it obvious?" Jamal responded, shifting his eyes in confusion. The Brood Queen made a noise that Jamal assumed was laughter.

"Interesting. The former Queen spoke highly of you, and now I understand why."

"Attention, Council Leaders." A voice called out. The group in the center of the room collectively turned around to face the stairs. At the top of the stairs stood five Skrulls garbed in armor, all looking down, a shadow of defeat cast upon them. Next to them was a gray alien who was responsible for gaining the attention of the Council Leaders. The gray alien continued. "The Warlord Kl'rt demands an audience. He declares that he has come representing the various factions of the Skrull territories and formally asks admittance to the council."

"I was under the assumption that the Skrulls were going to give up given how many losses you guys have incurred." Jamal said.

"And I was under the impression that there was a Civil War being waged among the Skrulls. And now, Kl'rt, you state that they have unified under your rule and that you represent them all. Is this true?" Gladiator stated. Kl'rt looked up at the Council Leaders, his eyes filled with a mixture of both sadness and resolution.

"All but one. A brave Warlord – no, soldier – by the name of Dm'yr sacrificed himself to take an entire solar system's worth of their armada with him. How could we look upon such bravery and refuse to put aside our differences – to shelve our pride – in order to unite and fight against this enemy?"

"In that case, you are more than welcome to join us. I will vouch for you." J'son stated, and Kl'rt took a seat, with the rest of the Kree Warlords taking places among the observers.

"Am I to understand that it sincerely took the sacrifice of an entire solar system in a suicide mission simply to destroy a single fleet?" The Supreme Intelligence asked.

Kl'rt nodded, and stood back up. He raised his hand in front of him, and a purple light appeared from the cauldron-like device in the center. Within said light, appeared a hologram. “This is footage from our encounter with the Builders. Warlord Dm’ry was able to wipe out the fleet by luring them into a trap and catching them within the blast radius of an exploding sun. This demonstrates that they can indeed be killed.

The Supreme Intelligence scoffed. "It is even worse than I had believed. Even if they can be killed, we cannot afford such sacrifices on a large scale simply to deal with small chunks of the overall threat. Our chances of success grow smaller and smaller the more we learn about our enemy."

"Speaking of which, what do we know about them, specifically?" Jamal asked. The Council Leaders collectively glanced at one another.

"Not much." Gladiator said. "The Builders are the oldest living race. They have been responsible for seeding life throughout the universe. They seek perfection, and apparently, life has seemingly disappointed them and they have taken it upon themselves to wipe out entire galaxies teeming with life because they are unfit."

"Yeah, I get that. I mean, I kind of don't, considering that I was always under the impression that the Celestials were the ones responsible for creating life." Jamal stated.

"In any case, we are faced with an enemy that is far more advanced than any race here. That fact has not been changed." Supreme Intelligence chimed in. "There is also one more piece of information that is of interest: their primary target. At first, it appeared that they were simply wiping out planets they deemed as containing unfit life as they came across them with no other known goal. However, we have realized something. They are going somewhere specific – their destruction of unfit planets being a secondary goal that they also happen to be completing. Their target is Earth."

"As always, the root of our problems is that backwater planet." J'son spat, with a prominent scowl on his face. "If the rest of us were not being threatened, I would have already suggested we simply do the Builders' work for them and obliterate that worthless planet ourselves."

"So then, what's the game plan?" Jamal said, completely ignoring J'son, which caused him to become visibly livid. “I’m sure between all of the races here adept at warfare, we can come up with something that could work. Most likely, it’ll have to be another trap.”

“Yesss… tunneling within, accessing intelligence archives… The multitude is screaming the Konn-Dar Encounter – a Kree-Shi’ar conflict. This location lies in the path of their fleet. Do you remember this conflict, Majestor Gladiator?”

“Yes… The Corridor. What do you think?” Gladiator asked the rest of the Council Leaders.

“Personally… I love it.” Jamal said with a grin.

[The Republic of Atria]

"To be fair, his original idea was much dumber. Though as far as him being a semi normal person... He's doing better. Anyways, that's all beside the point. They're real. And they're murderers. They shot down a Kree ship. Said ship almost hit Earth, but we stopped it. Do what you have to, but if this is as bad as Ronan says it is. We will really need you." She explained and followed Valka through her portal. "You're the Goddess of Forging right? Xander said you should be working with Earth's greatest forger. Craig Thomsen. So you guys should be able to make some crazy stuff. He also said he'll be along to help enchant stuff." And just as she finished, Xander teleported in to see them both.

"Alright then Manifest." Xander said and opened a portal. "Let's get this show on the road. You'll be meeting the All-Mother of Asgard. She's a friend of mine. Do not piss her off. There's a reason Odin is dead and she isn't." He explained to him and walked through the portal. "It's been a few months Valka. Naja told you the situation, right?"

[The Starlight]

"To be fair, his original idea was much dumber. Though as far as him being a semi normal person... He's doing better. Anyways, that's all beside the point. They're real. And they're murderers. They shot down a Kree ship. Said ship almost hit Earth, but we stopped it. Do what you have to, but if this is as bad as Ronan says it is. We will really need you." She explained and followed Valka through her portal. "You're the Goddess of Forging right? Xander said you should be working with Earth's greatest forger. Craig Thomsen. So you guys should be able to make some crazy stuff. He also said he'll be along to help enchant stuff." And just as she finished, Xander teleported in to see them both.

"Alright then Manifest." Xander said and opened a portal. "Let's get this show on the road. You'll be meeting the All-Mother of Asgard. She's a friend of mine. Do not piss her off. There's a reason Odin is dead and she isn't." He explained to him and walked through the portal. "It's been a few months Valka. Naja told you the situation, right?"

"And you shall have me. Midgard has faced many threats, and its heroes usually find their way. Aye, Forging, and Metal too. Craig Thomsen?" she asked, a smile growing. "He came to Asgard once, before the End of All Things. He offered up Pop-Tarts to Odin as a gift," she explained, chuckling. "A marvelous thing, the food of Midgard. During those incursions, I met another Asgardian of another world. He had had Odin declare him to be the God of Pop-Tarts. But anyway, back to the story. Odin sent Craig to my forge, and together, we forged his armor. One of my finest creations. His technology, mixed with an enchanted alloy of the strongest metals I could summon, to create a symbiotic armor with which he had a link. It shall be good to see him again."

She hailed Xander as they departed. "Greetings! Indeed, Naja told me of our situation. I shall go with you to face these Builders and we shall make them fear our names, even if we must fall to do so. And also of your new name, Xander," The All-Mother chuckling a bit.

[Charmera]

PTO Orbital prison #45, Or "Woes Locker"
"Woe's Locker" is a maximum security prison, it earned it's nickname for the PTO's tendancy to toss beings within and simply forget about them. Many are traitors, deserters and rebels who the PTO feel deserve a fate worse than death. Despite this, Woe's residents seem to have short albeit painful lives there, those that linger on seem to be more living dead than survivor. Escape is impossible, full twenty four hour surveillance, countess guards and many "stun walls" (walls of inivisable force which apply pressure to the brain to knock it out). Most attempt when they first get here, after a while when they can't take staying anymore, but they all fail. Collusion is impossible, since prisoners are outfitted with devices that translate their speech and writing into incoherent nonsense, able to be turned off when interrogations are needed. Many other methods are built into the prisoners lives to make it harder to escape, a[url][/url]nd most of the time they have nothing to do. Most go mad. Those that aren't are only kept sane by the beatings and torture, since it provides them with stimuli they would not normally get. Suicide is prevented by guards, but there have been a few who have succeeded.

And for a lucky few prisoners, there is the restraint cells. For those too powerful to be kept normally. Instead they are completely bound by special bonds, tied to the celing and floor, kept within translucent cubes of durable metal. The only time the prisoners feet are allowed to touch the ground are when they are given time to walk around their cell (An hour every day three times a day) and when they were fed. They are given the right to speak, not that it does anyone any good.

Most Restraint cell prisoners have given up hope of ever seeing anything other than the row of cubes. All but one.

The only Arcosian sent by her own race to stay within Woe's Locker. She was going to be executed like the rest of her team, but some remaining family connections and sentiment actually kept her alive in a prison. Some would say it would have been kinder to kill her.

Glacia thought it was perfect.

In front of her right now was the warder, another Arcosian. He was technically the other Arcosian imprisoned here, since any sane being would rather be anywhere, anywhere but here. It was unforgivably dull even for the people working there. Lord Frigid, once had a bright future ahead of him, untill he said the wrong thing at the wrong time and was now in a place he didn't want to be. As a result, any opportunity to be cruel to his prisoners he saw, he would take, which Ironically made him very good at his job.

"You are a strange prisoner, you know that?"

Glacia didn't respond.

"Not just because of your race. Or how you got here..." He spoke. "Most others would have been driven mad by now. Most only last a year before they fully break down."

No response. Frigid frowned as he walked up to her.

"What is your secret? If you think you're getting out, you cling to false hope."

Glacia smiled widely.

"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled. "You might just be mad. What will you even do when your out? There's nothing for you out there. No one. Your own race hates you. Where would you even go?"

There is one...

"You want to know a tip?"

"Sorry?"

"Staying sane. Here. You want to know a tip?"

Frigid frowned. "Go on." He spoke.

Glacia smiled wider, even wider than before. "Every day, I give myself a challenge." She spoke. "I try to think of new ways I would kill you."

Frigid's eyes narrowed. "I don't-"

"I started with beating you until you stopped moving, but then I thought that was too boring. So I thought of all sorts of creative ideas. Like sawing your legs off one by one and making you eat them. Or tearing your head off and slowly crushing the life from it... It's especially hard since your like me, pretty hard to kill..." She relished the fear behind his eyes. She was stronger than him by a considerable margin, and if she ever did get out she could do all those things. "I sometimes like to picture it... My hands cracking your sku-"

"Thats enough."

"Your body vaporizing as I fry it with a Ki beam-"

"That enough!" He spoke, pressing a button which flooded her nerves with pain. She screamed, but then laughed.

He stepped away. Shaking his head and then storming off. Glacia had a coy smile. Frigid was always such a baby...

Number one tip to staying sane in prison; If able, fuck with the warden as much as possible. It's hilarious.

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

"To be fair, his original idea was much dumber. Though as far as him being a semi normal person... He's doing better. Anyways, that's all beside the point. They're real. And they're murderers. They shot down a Kree ship. Said ship almost hit Earth, but we stopped it. Do what you have to, but if this is as bad as Ronan says it is. We will really need you." She explained and followed Valka through her portal. "You're the Goddess of Forging right? Xander said you should be working with Earth's greatest forger. Craig Thomsen. So you guys should be able to make some crazy stuff. He also said he'll be along to help enchant stuff." And just as she finished, Xander teleported in to see them both.

"Alright then Manifest." Xander said and opened a portal. "Let's get this show on the road. You'll be meeting the All-Mother of Asgard. She's a friend of mine. Do not piss her off. There's a reason Odin is dead and she isn't." He explained to him and walked through the portal. "It's been a few months Valka. Naja told you the situation, right?"

"And you shall have me. Midgard has faced many threats, and its heroes usually find their way. Aye, Forging, and Metal too. Craig Thomsen?" she asked, a smile growing. "He came to Asgard once, before the End of All Things. He offered up Pop-Tarts to Odin as a gift," she explained, chuckling. "A marvelous thing, the food of Midgard. During those incursions, I met another Asgardian of another world. He had had Odin declare him to be the God of Pop-Tarts. But anyway, back to the story. Odin sent Craig to my forge, and together, we forged his armor. One of my finest creations. His technology, mixed with an enchanted alloy of the strongest metals I could summon, to create a symbiotic armor with which he had a link. It shall be good to see him again."

She hailed Xander as they departed. "Greetings! Indeed, Naja told me of our situation. I shall go with you to face these Builders and we shall make them fear our names, even if we must fall to do so. And also of your new name, Xander," The All-Mother chuckling a bit.

Manifest shook his head in disbelief. "Can someone please explain to me why, in the name of all that exists, why ancient, eternal Gods of Olde adoring poptarts isn't the strangest thing I've heard this week? I've been in this job too long." He chuckled, before suddenly pausing, realizing he hadn't acknowledged the ruler of Asgard.
"Ah, I apologize for my rudeness- We have not met, All-Mother." Manifest bowed towards Valka respectfully, recognizing her status. "I am Manifest, of SHIELD."

[Charmera]

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"It's fine, really, it is." Jamal said as he watched Aru bow in front of him. "Honestly, I had a feeling the situation was something like that. You're entirely right -- any intelligent race's government would know that a small force like that wouldn't be able to do anything to Earth. It also isn't really that uncommon for me to butt heads against a renegade group, so I've learned to be patient with these things and not jump to conclusions."

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"Yes. I am a space cop." Jamal simply stated. "In any case, I'm able to track the ships that managed to flee, and I captured the soldiers who tried to escape on foot. Maybe you could find out what specific group they belong to or something." He mentioned to Aru.

"It is good that you understand we did not intend for this. Though unfortunately I'm not sure if Earth will take it the same way or not. That is why it is imperative that we deal with this posthaste, to avoid a diplomatic upset that this event might cause... or at least minimize the one present." She explained. "Besides, we'd wish to regain our lost pride in the face of letting something like this happen." She then nodded, noting it was good he was able to track them. And when he suggested that they question the prisoners she nodded once again. "Very well. If you would take me to them I should be able to hammer an answer of two out. You may not know the name of the hunters, but they do." She explained. Still a little salty. Surely they had gained some recognition by now...

Mars
Mars felt himself being lifted up by Xyri, he wasn't hurt too badly just bruised and would probably be sore tomorrow. His pride was hurt more than anything, and he then heard Xyri call him Scarface. "I'm fine, and don't call me that. It's not funny." He told her seriously, forcing himself out of her grip. He had gotten the scar from a workshop accident when he was 5. It wasn't too bad, but he was self conscious about it. He walked off to the side in a huff. "I told you this exercise is stupid. This isn't helping us at all." He said indignantly to Elena. .

Xyri paused, feeling a little hurt that he didn't seem very forgiving, and that her nickname did not stick. She paused. "Machien Man?" She asked. Then shook her head. "Grumpy?" She kept cycling through nicknames, trying to work out what to call him. Never had asking his name occured to her.

John Morgan
John winced a little at Hannah's harsh scream, but was happy that she seemed to be happy. "Well, we should probably head by your place first, then we can have the plane meet us at my penthouse." He then remembered the brothers standing behind Hannah and he turned back to the Grimm sisters. "Should we invite the boys over there? It's up to you all, because you seem to know them a bit better than I do." He said to them, awaiting their decision

Harvey smiled, and Jon seemed to perk up, but James shook his head. "We have to stay in Gotham." He explained. "We got a cousin here, and we're trying to find her. She says she can explain a few things to us and help train-" He paused. "She said she could help us." He offered. He gestured to the door. "Come on. We should go..." And so they left the toy store. Jon turned around for a second and nodded at Hannah, whom smiled. Harvey smiled a goofy smile and waved before he was yanked out by his brother.

[Charmera]

Claudia sighed. "It's where people fight each other for the entertainment of others." She explained. Then sighed. "But the participants have no choice but to fight." She explained. She put a hand on Tomia's cheek. She smiled. "You're a really brave girl, you know that? Braver than me." She explained. She heard a whirring sound and the other cell wall began to slowly open up. It revealed an arena. Claudia got up, she placed Tomia on her shoulders so she could hold on. "Hold on," She instructed. "This should be over soon." She explained.

"On the right side of the Arena, we have our representative from DUEGAR (Duemer Unifed EnGineering, Artificers and Rockworkers) Industries: Hogi Magmaheart!" Spoke a voice, and from the other side of the arena,a squat grey skinned figure stepped forward. A stoic look was on his face. "From the DROW (underDark Registered Organic-modification Worldwide), we have a new representative! The Red Reaver and the Saiyan Slaughterer."

"Humph. Slaughterer isn't even a word..." Muttered Claudia. "At least they didn't use our real names."

She was thrown an axe, but Claudia just chucked it away. The squat figure laughed incredulously. Drawing his mace.

"Lass. I think you better take the weapon."

Claudia smiled. A dangerous smile she only smiled when stuff was getting fun for her. "What? That? It would break far too easily." Remarked Claudia.

The DUEGAR fighter laughed again. "Alright then. Normally I take issue with hurting unarmed women and children. But this time I think I'll make an exception..."

Tomia swallowed slightly as the grey man made his first step towards them.

She felt like her father in that moment, staring down a powerful opponent , but unlike her father, she wasn't a real warrior. Even she couldn't deny the aching need to throw herself into battle, the blood pounding in her ears was to loud, drowning out the crowd. But truth be told, at the end of the day, she was still a five year old , and she was still nothing compared to her father.

With a small roar, which had more in common with a squeak then the baritone shout of a Saiyan warrior, Tomia pushed the remaining bits of her power to the surface, her emerald eyes locking with the grey figure. Her muscles burned from just doing that, her breathing coming in almost coughs. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she realized in this moment what Claudia and Tomia went through every time they faced down beasts like Broly, the need to defend themselves and the weak.

The ground beneath her simply burned away as she rocketed forward, arcing to the left and coming around. Closing her eyes, she threw her tiny fist out, feeling her knuckles make contact with something.

The dwarf like man was not hit by the punch, rather it hit a purple oversheild around him. He took one step back from the force of the punch. He grunted, the force managing to leave a bruise despite the dampening force. He scowled as he looked back at Tomia, suddenly lifting his mace. "That hurt!" he announced. About to bring down the mace onto Tomia, when it was suddenly stopped by Claudia, who grabbed the weapon. She then ripped it from his hands, tossing it away.

She wasn't short enough to punch him in the face, so she simply settled for kicking him, her brutal strike sending him flying into the arena wall. He grunted, eyes widdening as they saw the DUEGAR industries representative take a punch.

"I would say pick on someone your own size, but I thought it might be a bit crass," She quipped, a smile on her face. Which disapeared when she was hit by a purple ball of psychic force.

"Lass, I'd lay off the short jokes if I were you. They just make me mad." He grunted.

Claudia suddenly got back up. "I really couldn't care less." She retorted, but then leaped into the sky, aiming to land on her victim. "Me on the other hand, you definitely DONT want to piss off" She shouted, slamming her fists downwards onto him, sending him to the fioor, and then she kicked him into the wall. "Too late. I'm already mad."

The dwarf got up, frowning as he wiped blood from his nose. "You gotta hit harder than that lass..." he spoke.

"Oh trust me. That was just a love tap."

[New Rnclave]

Tomia swallowed slightly as the grey man made his first step towards them.

She felt like her father in that moment, staring down a powerful opponent , but unlike her father, she wasn't a real warrior. Even she couldn't deny the aching need to throw herself into battle, the blood pounding in her ears was to loud, drowning out the crowd. But truth be told, at the end of the day, she was still a five year old , and she was still nothing compared to her father.

With a small roar, which had more in common with a squeak then the baritone shout of a Saiyan warrior, Tomia pushed the remaining bits of her power to the surface, her emerald eyes locking with the grey figure. Her muscles burned from just doing that, her breathing coming in almost coughs. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she realized in this moment what Claudia and Tomia went through every time they faced down beasts like Broly, the need to defend themselves and the weak.

The ground beneath her simply burned away as she rocketed forward, arcing to the left and coming around. Closing her eyes, she threw her tiny fist out, feeling her knuckles make contact with something.

The dwarf like man was not hit by the punch, rather it hit a purple oversheild around him. He took one step back from the force of the punch. He grunted, the force managing to leave a bruise despite the dampening force. He scowled as he looked back at Tomia, suddenly lifting his mace. "That hurt!" he announced. About to bring down the mace onto Tomia, when it was suddenly stopped by Claudia, who grabbed the weapon. She then ripped it from his hands, tossing it away.

She wasn't short enough to punch him in the face, so she simply settled for kicking him, her brutal strike sending him flying into the arena wall. He grunted, eyes widdening as they saw the DUEGAR industries representative take a punch.

"I would say pick on someone your own size, but I thought it might be a bit crass," She quipped, a smile on her face. Which disapeared when she was hit by a purple ball of psychic force.

"Lass, I'd lay off the short jokes if I were you. They just make me mad." He grunted.

Claudia suddenly got back up. "I really couldn't care less." She retorted, but then leaped into the sky, aiming to land on her victim. "Me on the other hand, you definitely DONT want to piss off" She shouted, slamming her fists downwards onto him, sending him to the fioor, and then she kicked him into the wall. "Too late. I'm already mad."

The dwarf got up, frowning as he wiped blood from his nose. "You gotta hit harder than that lass..." he spoke.

"Oh trust me. That was just a love tap."

Tomia hopped back, panting from exhaustion.

Golden energy whipped around her frame as she prepared herself for the next part of the fight. She'd barely fought, yet she felt like she'd been doing so for hours. Her body was unaccustomed to the amount of power flowing through her veins.

Cowards always break under threat

The words would've rang true,mid this man had been a coward. Her father had taught her several things in the little bit of interaction they'd had since he fight, and while he refused to train her fully, he gave her advice to help her in self defense.

Fell out your opponents energy, find a weakness. There's no honor in fighting, onlywinning.

Rushing forward in a smooth motion, Tomia slid her foot across the ground, dust kicking up into the demons eyes. Screwing her eyes shut, she thrust both hands forward, azure ki detonating in her palms.

[Turmenista]

Hiroshi: The Devil's Den


" Why are you covered in those ridiculous colors?" Hiroshi finally asked.

Sitting beside him was a ridiculous figure. Humans covered themselves in such elaborate markings, and deliberately changed their appearances drastically. Every region might as well have been a different planet. At least in space, a Saiyan was always a Saiyan, and a Acrosian was always an Acrosian. But here, every region had its own culture, language and accepted social norms.

Right now, Hiroshi found himself sitting on a spinning chair in a human establishment where they procured alcohol. The man next to him was covered in elaborate flame tattoos of different color and size. A shaved head added to the ridiculous appearance of this man.

" Excuse me?" The man responded.

" I asked why you were covered in those fake flames?" Hiroshi sighed.

All of these humans got so edgy over their personal decisions.

So do you.

The rogue thought caused Hiroshi to almost growl at himself, the fact that it echoed in Claudia's voice not helping the fact. The primitive nature of these people was so weird to him. They knew other planets, planets that wanted them dead, were far beyond them in technology, yet they remained happily unadvanced.

" Yea? Well why do you wear fur belts sicko?" The man snapped back at him, standing from his stool in an attempt to tower of the Saiyan Hybrid, his breath permeated by alcohol.

His tail unfurled from his waist, snapping behind him a few times for effect. It was always odd to him how people reacted the way they did to his tail. They looked the same, yet somehow a tail was weirder then flame tattoos? Or gauges in their lips?

" You have a problem with tail human?" Hiroshi asked, standing to look the human in the eyes. " I'm not in the mood for attitude about my tail from a human covered in ridiculous tattoos of all people."

" I... Uh… uh gotta go." The man stuttered, awkwardly backing away from him and moving to the entire other side of the counter.

Sighing, Hiroshi leaned onto his palm, giving an annoyed sneer at the man as he walked off. They were practically the same! This whole thing was starting to make him rethink interacting with humans. His tail wrapped itself around his waist once more as he downed his drink.

He didn't even answer my question.

"So, you've ended up here, huh?"

A familiar voice appeared behind the Someone entered the now Vacant seat which was previously taken by that man with strange art over his body. A light, pink figure entered that seat as she yawned, extremely bored, as usual. Her eyes darted around the area, for something that, at the least, would keep her occupied other than bouncing her leg up and down repeatedly.

A whole lot of questions need to be answered. For one thing, how the fuck did she find him here, of all places? And, what was this place? Literally there were millions of power signatures in the area near this place, but how was she able to pinpoint his signature out of everyone else's?

And, most importantly, how the hell did she find a chocolate bar in the middle of nowhere? I mean, previously they were in the desert (or at least she was), so she had to at least have to buy it, or salvage it from someone.

Though, the most important question that had to be answered was: "What is this place?" She asked. It was pretty rough in here, and Hiroshi himself looked pretty rough. In need of a friend, probably.

But hey, there was another question that needed to be answered.

A clattering noise startled someone next to her as she dumped her sword and sheath onto the table. "Am I supposed to bring thiss in here or...?"

[New Rnclave]

Hiroshi: The Devil's Den


" Why are you covered in those ridiculous colors?" Hiroshi finally asked.

Sitting beside him was a ridiculous figure. Humans covered themselves in such elaborate markings, and deliberately changed their appearances drastically. Every region might as well have been a different planet. At least in space, a Saiyan was always a Saiyan, and a Acrosian was always an Acrosian. But here, every region had its own culture, language and accepted social norms.

Right now, Hiroshi found himself sitting on a spinning chair in a human establishment where they procured alcohol. The man next to him was covered in elaborate flame tattoos of different color and size. A shaved head added to the ridiculous appearance of this man.

" Excuse me?" The man responded.

" I asked why you were covered in those fake flames?" Hiroshi sighed.

All of these humans got so edgy over their personal decisions.

So do you.

The rogue thought caused Hiroshi to almost growl at himself, the fact that it echoed in Claudia's voice not helping the fact. The primitive nature of these people was so weird to him. They knew other planets, planets that wanted them dead, were far beyond them in technology, yet they remained happily unadvanced.

" Yea? Well why do you wear fur belts sicko?" The man snapped back at him, standing from his stool in an attempt to tower of the Saiyan Hybrid, his breath permeated by alcohol.

His tail unfurled from his waist, snapping behind him a few times for effect. It was always odd to him how people reacted the way they did to his tail. They looked the same, yet somehow a tail was weirder then flame tattoos? Or gauges in their lips?

" You have a problem with tail human?" Hiroshi asked, standing to look the human in the eyes. " I'm not in the mood for attitude about my tail from a human covered in ridiculous tattoos of all people."

" I... Uh… uh gotta go." The man stuttered, awkwardly backing away from him and moving to the entire other side of the counter.

Sighing, Hiroshi leaned onto his palm, giving an annoyed sneer at the man as he walked off. They were practically the same! This whole thing was starting to make him rethink interacting with humans. His tail wrapped itself around his waist once more as he downed his drink.

He didn't even answer my question.

"So, you've ended up here, huh?"

A familiar voice appeared behind the Someone entered the now Vacant seat which was previously taken by that man with strange art over his body. A light, pink figure entered that seat as she yawned, extremely bored, as usual. Her eyes darted around the area, for something that, at the least, would keep her occupied other than bouncing her leg up and down repeatedly.

A whole lot of questions need to be answered. For one thing, how the fuck did she find him here, of all places? And, what was this place? Literally there were millions of power signatures in the area near this place, but how was she able to pinpoint his signature out of everyone else's?

And, most importantly, how the hell did she find a chocolate bar in the middle of nowhere? I mean, previously they were in the desert (or at least she was), so she had to at least have to buy it, or salvage it from someone.

Though, the most important question that had to be answered was: "What is this place?" She asked. It was pretty rough in here, and Hiroshi himself looked pretty rough. In need of a friend, probably.

But hey, there was another question that needed to be answered.

A clattering noise startled someone next to her as she dumped her sword and sheath onto the table. "Am I supposed to bring thiss in here or...?"

Hiroshi:

Hiroshi raised an eyebrow as Myosai walked in. He hardly noticed his tail unfurling from his waist as he stared her down. It was weird, as much as he wanted too, he couldn't find a way to blame her for his current situation. Leaning back, he let his head flop back, staring silently at the ceiling for a moment.

" Hey Myosai. What are you doing here? I've got no place better to be.... Can't be home either, my house was blown up." The Hybrid sighed, his golden eyes gently staring at her now that he was facing her. Even if she was childish, he could use a sparring partner, and what better way to attain the next level of Super Saiyan then to use someone around your level to push past the barrier.

" Are you busy tonight?"

[Lavan Tiri]

"And you shall have me. Midgard has faced many threats, and its heroes usually find their way. Aye, Forging, and Metal too. Craig Thomsen?" she asked, a smile growing. "He came to Asgard once, before the End of All Things. He offered up Pop-Tarts to Odin as a gift," she explained, chuckling. "A marvelous thing, the food of Midgard. During those incursions, I met another Asgardian of another world. He had had Odin declare him to be the God of Pop-Tarts. But anyway, back to the story. Odin sent Craig to my forge, and together, we forged his armor. One of my finest creations. His technology, mixed with an enchanted alloy of the strongest metals I could summon, to create a symbiotic armor with which he had a link. It shall be good to see him again."

She hailed Xander as they departed. "Greetings! Indeed, Naja told me of our situation. I shall go with you to face these Builders and we shall make them fear our names, even if we must fall to do so. And also of your new name, Xander," The All-Mother chuckling a bit.

Manifest shook his head in disbelief. "Can someone please explain to me why, in the name of all that exists, why ancient, eternal Gods of Olde adoring poptarts isn't the strangest thing I've heard this week? I've been in this job too long." He chuckled, before suddenly pausing, realizing he hadn't acknowledged the ruler of Asgard.
"Ah, I apologize for my rudeness- We have not met, All-Mother." Manifest bowed towards Valka respectfully, recognizing her status. "I am Manifest, of SHIELD."

Simon, after shutting Blackburn up, followed through the portal, rubbing his aching temples. Except there was no portal, and so he just collapsed at some blond chick's feet. Of course. He would care more, but the latest headache was worse than all the ones before it. Blackburn's mental assaults were getting worse every time, and soon Simon would need to either let Blackburn drive for a bit; or else purge his ancestor entirely.

But that day hadn't come yet, and so Simon pulled himself off the ground, staggering back from Valka and rubbing his forehead.

"How could you not adore Pop-Tarts?" Simon said, dully. "They're the food of Gods…literally. Oh, also, I'm Simon Blackburn. Er, no, sorry, Simon Black." Then, looking at Valka, the young sorcerer asked "My High All-Lady Mother-ness, Xander, Not-Nick-Fury, anyone got any water? I need a drink to take some Advil, 'cause my head's killing me."

[Turmenista]

"So, you've ended up here, huh?"

A familiar voice appeared behind the Someone entered the now Vacant seat which was previously taken by that man with strange art over his body. A light, pink figure entered that seat as she yawned, extremely bored, as usual. Her eyes darted around the area, for something that, at the least, would keep her occupied other than bouncing her leg up and down repeatedly.

A whole lot of questions need to be answered. For one thing, how the fuck did she find him here, of all places? And, what was this place? Literally there were millions of power signatures in the area near this place, but how was she able to pinpoint his signature out of everyone else's?

And, most importantly, how the hell did she find a chocolate bar in the middle of nowhere? I mean, previously they were in the desert (or at least she was), so she had to at least have to buy it, or salvage it from someone.

Though, the most important question that had to be answered was: "What is this place?" She asked. It was pretty rough in here, and Hiroshi himself looked pretty rough. In need of a friend, probably.

But hey, there was another question that needed to be answered.

A clattering noise startled someone next to her as she dumped her sword and sheath onto the table. "Am I supposed to bring thiss in here or...?"

Hiroshi:

Hiroshi raised an eyebrow as Myosai walked in. He hardly noticed his tail unfurling from his waist as he stared her down. It was weird, as much as he wanted too, he couldn't find a way to blame her for his current situation. Leaning back, he let his head flop back, staring silently at the ceiling for a moment.

" Hey Myosai. What are you doing here? I've got no place better to be.... Can't be home either, my house was blown up." The Hybrid sighed, his golden eyes gently staring at her now that he was facing her. Even if she was childish, he could use a sparring partner, and what better way to attain the next level of Super Saiyan then to use someone around your level to push past the barrier.

" Are you busy tonight?"

Myosai

As for her schedule, she didn't have anything going down, at the moment. Magnus wasn't as worried about her safety as he was when they were, say, on Mars, so she had some form of freedom to do what she wanted if she pleased.

"Well.... I guess that I'm free for tonight." She leaned back, taking another devastating bite from that chocolate bar as she hit him with a Cheeky smile. "Don't got much going down at the moment so I'll go wherever you want to go."

She could've sworn she had something else to show him, but she couldn't remember it for some reason... "..Wait!" A lightbulb appeared over her head. "I remember now."

Her Majin clothes were not as short or suitable for a desert environment as they were when she and Hiroshi had their.. Moment.. But they were long enough. She reached into one of the new convenient pockets and pulled out a small note which seemed to be damp with rainwater.

"Oh, uh. I saw this when getting here and it caught my attention. This ring a bell or something?"

The note held a Kanji, most likely of Japanese or other Asian descent. To Myosai, she couldn't tell what this meant, and Odysseus said it spelled "Turtle" or something (then again, the Merc might've been drunk), so to someone like Hiroshi who probably knew this, she had to turn to the last person she trusted for a translation job.

"You know what this means, or what? Because I wanna know whose thing this is and what their deal is."

[New Rnclave]

Hiroshi:

Hiroshi raised an eyebrow as Myosai walked in. He hardly noticed his tail unfurling from his waist as he stared her down. It was weird, as much as he wanted too, he couldn't find a way to blame her for his current situation. Leaning back, he let his head flop back, staring silently at the ceiling for a moment.

" Hey Myosai. What are you doing here? I've got no place better to be.... Can't be home either, my house was blown up." The Hybrid sighed, his golden eyes gently staring at her now that he was facing her. Even if she was childish, he could use a sparring partner, and what better way to attain the next level of Super Saiyan then to use someone around your level to push past the barrier.

" Are you busy tonight?"

Myosai

As for her schedule, she didn't have anything going down, at the moment. Magnus wasn't as worried about her safety as he was when they were, say, on Mars, so she had some form of freedom to do what she wanted if she pleased.

"Well.... I guess that I'm free for tonight." She leaned back, taking another devastating bite from that chocolate bar as she hit him with a Cheeky smile. "Don't got much going down at the moment so I'll go wherever you want to go."

She could've sworn she had something else to show him, but she couldn't remember it for some reason... "..Wait!" A lightbulb appeared over her head. "I remember now."

Her Majin clothes were not as short or suitable for a desert environment as they were when she and Hiroshi had their.. Moment.. But they were long enough. She reached into one of the new convenient pockets and pulled out a small note which seemed to be damp with rainwater.

"Oh, uh. I saw this when getting here and it caught my attention. This ring a bell or something?"

The note held a Kanji, most likely of Japanese or other Asian descent. To Myosai, she couldn't tell what this meant, and Odysseus said it spelled "Turtle" or something (then again, the Merc might've been drunk), so to someone like Hiroshi who probably knew this, she had to turn to the last person she trusted for a translation job.

"You know what this means, or what? Because I wanna know whose thing this is and what their deal is."

" Um… yeah I know that symbol. That's the Turtle Hermits kanji. I don't know if you're thinking it or not, but I don't need you for the same reason as last time." The Hybrid commented, running a hand through his onyx hair, trying to shake away the weariness he was experiencing.

" There's another level of Super Saiyan beyond what I'm capable of achieving now, and I need a sparring partner who can push me beyond my limits so I can figure out this whole thing."

Emerald swirled within his golden eyes, his power stopping short of pushing over into Suoer Saiyan. Even now he could feel the barrier, the wall he'd hit in his own training. He'd hit the wall and thrown everything he had at it, yet it wouldn't budge. In order to begin understanding it, he had to feel it for what it truly was.

[The Starlight]

Del: Welll.... Alright. But I won't stay for long.

Del bit her lip and mulled it over. The JQ's could handle themselves, that was for sure, but HYDRA was still powerful. She took a minute to run through their accomplishments and was impressed. Naja was a heavy hitter and a Green Lantern was useful. But what about the other's in the tower. Del pulled up schematics of the building and already was calculating the success rates of various plans that would end in everyone in it being dead. Soon she realized what she was doing and ended the process. You can't do that, she thought, damn the old habits, you need to change. Finally she decided Val was right. She needed time to do repairs and HYDRA would get her if she didn't find a place to hole up for a bit. "You're right, I'll go with you. I can figure out repairs once we get there." she said. Just don't expect me to stay, she thought, too many people could die.[/quote]
She smiled, glad to hear it. "Let's go then!" she exclaimed, dragging Del along like a child pulling his mother to go buy candy. After a short walk, they stopped in front of the tower. Valancy gazed up at the giant JQ hung on the skyscraper. "Here it is, home." the wooden woman opening the door for Del and showing her in. "Would you rather see the vibranium now, or would you like to meet the rest of the gang?" she asked.

[The Templar High Council]

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Hadrimmelis nodded slowly as he listened to Tarasekannú's thoughts and suggestions. "Indeed, I agree that it would be preferable not to have to place that enormous burden on Gilbert alone." She said, a bit distractedly, seemingly deep in thought herself. "I would think that some of Earth's heroes, despite not being nearly as powerful as some of us, would be worthy and welcome allies should the time ever come that the Nilkin invade our universe. However, they appear to be locked in some sort of inner turmoil, as they are most of the time. For now, I would think it foolhardy to rely on Earth to be of any use." She stated, holding no animosity or contempt towards the planet, but believing it to be too unstable to be of any help.

"There are little sources of power capable of doing anything that the Dragon Force cannot do." She continued, and sighed. "There are always our own creatures to ask for help, but I sincerely do not know how useful they could be. We could imbue them with the Dragon Force, and I suppose they could learn to battle against the Nilkin, but is that truly a wise choice?" She asked, seeking for any sort of feedback from her siblings.

"I see no trouble in it. We don't need to give them power equal to our own, just enough to become formidable in their own right." Taras stated his opinion on the idea, waiting to see how his sisters would react. "And if it turns out to be a bad idea, we can simply revoke the powers. No harm done. I for one, think it could work."

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Valancy: Welcome, now do you want to fix your leg or limp up to the top floor and meet people? What, pain? Nah, you'll be fine.

Del winced slightly as Val dragged her through New York towards the tower. She had kept her pain coding running minimally since it felt strange to not have something work without experiencing something she was used to, but now it seemed like a bad idea. Soon they reached their destination and she stared up with an expression of slight awe. It had great architecture and was quite the sight to behold. Schematics didn't do it justice. She heared Val's question and thought about it for a moment. "I'll get introductions out of the way so I don't freak anyone out by showing up, then I'll go see the vibranium and any equipment you might have." With that, she moved into the building towards the elevators with a limp. Damn this leg is annoying. Soon she made it to the elevators and had Val send them up to the penthouse, where she limped out once more and looked around. "So, this is the place?"

[Siliarba]

CeeCee

After a few quick fetch and tag missions for the newspapers it was time for something bigger. Seems some bastard kidnapped several UN congress members and the original assault was to no avail. In essence, it was time to call out the big guns, so be it, another good press issue. And saving some UN members, doesn't get better than that I suppose. A quick briefing by shield and then on to the main event, this guy who is capable of beating SHIELD agents, this might actually have some fun to it. Or at worst a good outlet for some rage considering this is the first spot I've been to with no cameras nearby forcing me to play nice for the press. It was just a short flight with this ring, time to get down to business.

Landing at the abandoned construction site CeeCee created a megaphone with her ring and addressed Salis, step one in these situations, make it clear they should better surrender, and step two is always them screaming they won't surrender so time to punch their teeth out. "Congratulations, you beat some simple security, captured some high priority, valuable people and got away with them and then managed to take out a shield squad. Well, you finally drew the attention of something bigger. Now I'm supposed to tell you to surrender as it's your best way out but after enough experience dealing with targets like you I'm fairly sure that will lead to nothing. So here's the deal, I offer for you to surrender, you say no possibly threaten the people you got captured."

CeeCee stopped a moment for a bit of a smug smile and take a more assertive stance "The thing then is, I'm ordered to bring you in regardless of the consequences, so to put it simple, right now my orders are to capture or kill, preferably capture. Kill any of your hostages and you'll get me angry, and once I get angry, I lose a bit off focus and before you know it all I can remember is that I'll have orders to kill you. If you don't come out with your hands visible in the air within the minute I'll assume you aren't surrendering and I'll be coming in. Until then." And just like that the waiting game began, at least for one minute here-after the real fun could start.

[Tomia]

Mars
Mars was starting to get a bit annoyed as Xyri continued to give him less than flattering nicknames. "Just call me Mars alright?" He said to her, a little annoyance in his voice as he walked off to side. He was already sick of this exercise and was looking forward to it being over. He didn't need anyone else's help, never had. Even if they had convinced him to join them, that didn't mean he trusted them. He didn't trust anyone really, not since his parents had been killed. He only trusted machines at this point. They never lied to you or pretended to care about you.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Sarah looked at the brief exchange between Hanah and the siblings, before turning towards Morgan. "I think there goes your answer, John. As much fun as it may have been to take them along, it looks like you won't have to pay for those three tickets. I'm sure you must be very disappointed, but you'll get through it." She teased him, before turning towards her sisters, placing an arm around Hanah's shoulders and another around Samantha's.

"Now then, we should head back to the hotel like Mr. Morgan here suggested, so that we can pack our stuff and head out right away. After all, the sooner we get there the more we can enjoy the games and rides, right, Hanah?" She smiled and affectionately ruffled the younger girl's hair and toyed with her ears. Afterwards, seeing that they were in the middle of the sidewalk, she decided that she might as well get there the easy way. Signalling a cab, she motioned for everyone to get inside and then gave the driver the address of the hotel they were staying in.

The ride was not particularly long, and as soon as they arrived at the hotel (and paid for the cab), Sarah led them upstairs, to the suite they were staying at. Opening the door, she motioned for everyone to walk inside. "Come in, John, make yourself comfortable, hopefully we won't take too long." She said, leaving the keys on the table and heading over to her room in order to pack what little she owned. As rich as she and her sisters might have been by virtue of raiding the First Bank of Starling City, they still owned little, relatively speaking.

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Hadrimmelis appeared to be thoughtful for a while, sitting on her throne with her elbows on the armrests and her fingertips pressed together, and then nodded at her brother's take on the matter after a while. "Certainly, while I have some reasons to doubt that such a force would be able to overcome the Nilkin, even while endowed with the power of the Dragon Force, I have no reason to suspect that this little experiment could cause any harm, especially when we have complete control over those who have been granted power by us, and in any case, I cannot deny that something good could come out of all of this after all. If these chosen warriors were to learn how to combat the Nilkin more effectively, without the abilities borne by Addraku, that would be an unvaluable piece of wisdom that we cannot pass up the chance to seize." She said to her brother Tarasekannú.

"So, with this being the case, I believe we should begin picking out which prominent servants of ours we trust the most to undertake this quest, in order to grant them a fraction of our powers and send them together on this journey." She said, before pausing and looking at Yamirakkelis. "Unless you would have any objection to this plan, Yami? We can always continue discussing the matter, if you would prefer that."

[Tomia]

Samantha Grimm and John Morgan
Samantha walked with Sarah to the cab as her older sister wrapped her arm around her shoulder. John got into the cab with them as they headed toward a very nice hotel on the outskirts of the city. John knew how they most likely paid for their room, but he tried not to let it bother him too much. When they got to the girls' suite he paused a bit, realizing the money was no doubt in this room. His training kicked in for a moment and his eyes couldn't help but scan the room for where the money might be. However he pushed those thoughts from his mind. He had made a promise to Sarah, and even if he was having second thoughts about enforcing the law, he was no liar and wouldn't go back on his word. Besides, he really did like Sarah, and he didn't want to screw things up. He looked deep in thought when Sarah spoke to him but her words pulled him out of it and he nodded to her, sitting on the couch and waiting for the girls to get ready.

Samantha packed the small amount of things that she had pretty quickly and then remembered the money. It wouldn't be any problem to carry it, she'd just put it in her small enchanted bag that could hold an impressive amount of mass that seemingly wouldn't fit in the bag if it were normal. The problem was that John was right there and would see her take the money out. She didn't fully trust John yet and was afraid to let him see where the money was. She walked over to Sarah's room while she packed. "Hey Sarah, could you do me a favor? Could you distract John for a minute or two while I take the money out of the closet?" She didn't think her sister would mind the favor, and was very confident that she could do it.

[Turmenista]

Myosai

As for her schedule, she didn't have anything going down, at the moment. Magnus wasn't as worried about her safety as he was when they were, say, on Mars, so she had some form of freedom to do what she wanted if she pleased.

"Well.... I guess that I'm free for tonight." She leaned back, taking another devastating bite from that chocolate bar as she hit him with a Cheeky smile. "Don't got much going down at the moment so I'll go wherever you want to go."

She could've sworn she had something else to show him, but she couldn't remember it for some reason... "..Wait!" A lightbulb appeared over her head. "I remember now."

Her Majin clothes were not as short or suitable for a desert environment as they were when she and Hiroshi had their.. Moment.. But they were long enough. She reached into one of the new convenient pockets and pulled out a small note which seemed to be damp with rainwater.

"Oh, uh. I saw this when getting here and it caught my attention. This ring a bell or something?"

The note held a Kanji, most likely of Japanese or other Asian descent. To Myosai, she couldn't tell what this meant, and Odysseus said it spelled "Turtle" or something (then again, the Merc might've been drunk), so to someone like Hiroshi who probably knew this, she had to turn to the last person she trusted for a translation job.

"You know what this means, or what? Because I wanna know whose thing this is and what their deal is."

" Um… yeah I know that symbol. That's the Turtle Hermits kanji. I don't know if you're thinking it or not, but I don't need you for the same reason as last time." The Hybrid commented, running a hand through his onyx hair, trying to shake away the weariness he was experiencing.

" There's another level of Super Saiyan beyond what I'm capable of achieving now, and I need a sparring partner who can push me beyond my limits so I can figure out this whole thing."

Emerald swirled within his golden eyes, his power stopping short of pushing over into Suoer Saiyan. Even now he could feel the barrier, the wall he'd hit in his own training. He'd hit the wall and thrown everything he had at it, yet it wouldn't budge. In order to begin understanding it, he had to feel it for what it truly was.

Myosai

"Yeah. I know. I wasn't asking you if I wanted to do that (but we could next time) *COUGH*-" She coughed, smiling innocently. "Anyways, I guess I'll help you spar and stuff." The majin grabbed her sword and strapped hit against her back, before taking a quick sip of Hiroshi's drink while she wasn't looking. On one condition, Hiroshi: You help me. I help you get to whatever Gold Hair level you want, and you help me find whoever this Turtle guy is, deal?"

She held out her hand, which, by the way, was still holding the chocolate bar.

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Nanashi Strong
Satan City

Now where the hell is this thing...

Nanashi raised an eyebrow as he heard stomping behind his head. Quickly instant-transmissioning to the side, he just missed a Tail slash down and sever a building down the center, which likely would have killed him upon impact. Nanashi leaped back over the nearby building, thrusting his palms down into a charging stance.

"Kaio-Ken!" His voice boomed throughout the entire city. If he kept up all these fucking Kaio-Ken's, he'd be Kaio-Dead pretty soon.

The Z Fighter's palms were aimed right at Hirudegarn, in a fashion where he'd be charging a Kamehameha. "Kamehame-"

The monster suddenly disappeared into a ribbon-like mass of Ectoplasm, which flowed freely past His face. Nanashi Quickly cupped the Kamehameha into his palms, the sphere quickly expanding in size as he tried to anticipate which direction Hirudegarn would be coming from.

Fuck, this thing was speedy.

Nanashi narrowed his eyes as he saw the mass of dark energy appear right in front of his face. Hirudegarn seemed to be charging up a mouth-energy-beam of some sort, which, at this point blank of a range, would effectively Obliterate him and everything around him.

So, why not fire a Pissed Kamehameha into Hirudegarn's face?

"HA!!! Take this, you fucking piece of shi-"

The force of his own blast nearly took him off of his feet, as his Massive, red Kamehameha clashed with Hirudegarn's hellishly hot Gold beam.

This sent an explosion almost half the size of the city outwards, which would have killed everyone in the city, had the proper evacuation protocol not been in place.

Hirudegarn and Nanashi's beams clashed and exploded, producing a flash of light about the size and approximately as bright as an atomic bomb dropped over a Japanese city [or used to kill Godzilla].

The resulting shockwave sent Nanashi tumbling backwards through several buildings across a very long range, finally landing as he slid to a painful, blood-filled halt on the floor of one of Capsule Corp's buildings. Even hirudegarn didn't seem to fare well- His silhoette seemed to go still as his body became covered in some ceramic-like substance; possibly noting that he had fallen?

A smile suddenly appeared over Nanashi's face as he saw the bodies of Krillin and Yamcha stand up, groggily.

"Hey.. Guys.." He chuckled, letting his arm swing down as he leaned against the balcony for support. "I.. did it..."

His vision blurred and everything went dark, as Nanashi slumped over and fell to the floor with a Thud.

All seemed to be quiet. For now. About a minute or so had passed- the two other Z Fighters were busy trying to relocate Nanashi to a safer location, when they stopped.

A ghastly green light emerged from Hirudegarn's now statue-still body, slowly expanding as the crack increased in size. Yamcha and Krillin widened their eyes in shock and disbelief. "W-what...? T-that thing isn't finished?!"

First the back came out, next the tail, the wings, head, and now, the legs. Covered in ghastly green light, this new golden form of Hirudegarn was huge, muscled, and brimming with power that seemed immeasurable to the two.

The light slowly faded, and Hirudegarn's wings extended, as he gave off a mighty roar.

Looks like he wasn't finished.