The Twilight Of The Gods

Norman looks around. "The girls are gone? Good riddance."

Doviculus grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that." With that, the emperor pulled his ribcage open. A six-necked guitar unfolded and Doviculus caught it in his hands. He jumped into the air. As he landed, he strummed a chord. A shockwave was produced, enough to throw back Miserix and the Rahkshi.

-Zod floated cross-legged in the air, his face a picture of peaceful serenity-

V gïod. üviS, ucavIA, :jaGa. Peace be within me, tolerance all around me, forgiveness in my pat-if these cretins do not shut up soon then I will feed them their organs.

edited 1st Jul '11 4:41:13 PM by Vox

"And there is much rejoicing! Now I can be safe from them!" Daido said, conjuring a chair and table to sit on.

"Did we not JUST get finished with going through the ridiculous motions of showing exactly why fighting is NOT worth it? Newcomer, what is your name and station?"

Norman just sighs and decides to let Bolas handle the newcomer.

Harry is bandaging his hurt joint. "Peter" decides to speak to him again. Wouldn't it be... nice to show him what you can do? Wouldn't it be GREAT to be the one doing the laughing? To let him know the bitter taste of humiliation without possibility of striking back?

Harry smirks demonically. "Of course."

As "Peter" speaks his voice changes He doesn't know what you're capable of. He doesn't care about you, he thinks your best friend is more worthy of time than you... But you can show him, you can. Just listen...

Doviculus put the Hydra away, stowing it in his chest cavity. He turned and walked away from Miserix. "I am Emperor Doviculus, of the Tainted Coil. Who is it that speaks to me now?"

The force of it also threw back Shang Tsung, who had summoned a table to put his cup on. He tried to grab his water, but crashed into the table and knocked it over, crushing the cup.

"You spilled table all over my liquids!" said Shang Tsung.

Amusement again colored Bolas' voice. Utterly predictable. "The very large draconid perched on a ledge on the second level. Planeswalker and God-Emperor Nicol Bolas. A pleasure to meet you, or would be, under more favorable circumstances. It seems the events immediately preceding your arrival have shown that we are not held by a single entity at all. We now look more like the plights of the other team we have encountered."

"And under what circumstances are we imprisoned? The Warfather has told me we are to be entertainment for our captors." The emperor again sprouted wings, flying to the second floor. "I cannot say I am happy about it."

"Wait," said Shang Tsung, "since when do we have a second floor?"

edited 1st Jul '11 8:50:57 PM by TestYourMight

"It is correct, and none of us are happy about it. Now, it seems the primary form of this entertainment is sending us off on challenges with specific goals to finish, and monitoring our progress. I have a feeling a close secondary would be the pointless infighting we display here, between them. I'm attempting to deprive them of such entertainment, but the weight of ego here is far greater than the weight of sense."

Concurrently, to Shang Tsung; "If you look we actually have three levels. The third seems as of yet unoccupied, but that may change."

edited 1st Jul '11 4:59:12 PM by SOCR

Norman sighs yet some more. "We have three, mage."

"I am no more a mage than you are a stockbroker, Osbourne!" called Shang Tsung. "I am a sorcerer! If you wanted to see a mage, you should have been around when that Black Mage Evilwizardington idiot was here!"

"That's the problem with allies. You can never get them to obey you completely. And why deprive them of this? If they wish to tear each other limb from limb, then allow them to do so. It is, after all, a bit of harmless fun." He chuckled. "And very entertaining to watch."

Miserix simply teleported on the spot, the Rahkshi however disentergrated the shock wave......but now they had a target......

"Well it being entertaining to watch is one of the reasons. Let us deprive our captors of their reason to keep us. The other is that it is needlessly reducing our strength and energy. We would be able to accomplish our goals faster with greater manpower and not being exhausted."

Earlier, Maul whipped his lightsaber out again, seeking to fight the droids, but then all hell broke loose. He put it back in its place and Rushed away, Jumping to the second floor, finally coming to a stop near Bolas. From there he observed the mayhem.

Shang Tsung created a pool of hellfire on the second floor, then another at his feet, and jumped in. He retracted the hellfire, smashed Ketchup and Mustard with flaming skulls, and rebuilt them on that floor.

"Remember, Maul," said Shang Tsung, "I will control them. You may only block and counter them." With that, he sent Ketchup and Mustard rushing at the Sith from opposite sides. Mustard swung his blade diagonally, while Ketchup attemtped to drive both of his blades into Maul's arm.

edited 1st Jul '11 5:34:21 PM by TestYourMight

"And if our captors grow bored of us? What then, Bolas? Do they cast us aside like so much unneeded waste? Throw yet another of these challenges at us? Or do they simply replace us?" Doviculus looked around the All-Lair. "Speaking of which, where did the child and his entourage go? They seemed... interesting."

"Very well," said Maul as he whipped his twin lightsabers out. "I merely wished to get away from those idiots." He Rushed to the right, avoiding Mustard, while blocking Ketchup's blades with one of his, holding them away, the other rushing towards its head.

edited 1st Jul '11 5:38:23 PM by desdendelle

"Training exercises, however," Bolas continued, "Are a different matter, being a productive direction and not threatening our manpower."

edited 1st Jul '11 5:36:09 PM by SOCR

About 10 Guurahks had closed in on the demon guitarist; about 5 meters away they stopped and fired 10 deadly beams of disentergration at the demon emporer.

Miserix gestured to the rest of the Rahkshi and they retreated back into his lair.

The Master returned to his TARDIS to ponder what had happened.

Mustard could not get its blade back in time and was stabbed in the chest. Sparks and oil flew from its body, but it tried frantically to drive its blade into Maul's stomach.

Ketchup, on the other hand, was fast enough to cross its blades over its head. It kept one blade up to block Maul while it swung the other at Maul's neck.

edited 1st Jul '11 5:56:16 PM by TestYourMight