Bowser - Madripoor, Countryside - Exposition Dumping and Koopa Philosophy
Bowser kept pace with the "funeral procession" during the long hike, never once feeling tired, sore, hungry, or thirsty, and it was all thanks to the power of the Crimson Gem. He had to admit, this was a nice perk. The chaos in his head was beginning to subside, too. Marko's memories were starting to settle in with the rest of Bowser's mind, while Cyttorak's will had begun to let up slightly. Bowser's personality had once more become the dominant force in his Koopa brain.
As the Koopa King, the shapeshifting pirate, and the armed guards approached the mountains, Vaas asked about the corpse that his men were now carrying to its final resting place. With his mind no longer in tatters, and with a tighter grasp on who this Cain Marko was, Bowser was more than happy to oblige. After all, it was Vaas's men who were doing the dirty work, so they and their boss deserved to know who it was all for. Indeed, with as much respect as Vaas was giving him by helping Bowser with this task, he deserved to know everything important about this guy.
"This guy was Cain Marko, but most guys knew him as the Juggernaut. Was seemingly unstoppable until I came along. Wasn't the smartest bulb in the shed, but he had a lot of muscle on his side, and he knew how to use it, even before he became the Juggernaut. Apparently, there's this magic ruby that belongs to a god called 'Sci-tor-rack', who gives a lot of power to people who touch it, although it gets kind of picky about who can do that. Usually likes guys who can break a lot of stuff and hurt a lot of people. Cain found it in a cave way back when, but it jumped ship from him to me once the gem saw how awesome I am. Thrashed a lot of so-called good guys, even if he didn't always win. Definitely gave me the fight of my life while he had it, and I gotta respect him for that, even if I hated his guts near the end. Not to mention he'd been fighting for a long time to keep the Juggernaut side of him from getting loose, and he only let it out once I took away his other options.
"And yeah, normally I don't do this kind of thing, but I respect strong enemies, even when I absolutely hate them. Strong enemies force guys like us to get stronger to beat them, even if we have to keep trying over and over again to do it, so the strongest ones get my respect."
Once Bowser finished monologuing, he decided to introduce himself to his new ally.
"So, I don't think I got your name, man. I'm Bowser, King of the Koopas, soon-to-be-ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, and all-in-all awesome bad guy. You are?"
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Gotham City, Outside of the Hotel
Medusa stood still as she watched Catwoman approach her. Compliantly her chin lifted up as the cat burglar placed her finger under it. Her soft smile remained on her face, even as she looked directly into Catwoman's face. The witch noted that catwoman even went so far with her theming as to place claws on her fingers. She would fit right in with the witches back in Medusa's world. The Overlord's hands came up from her sides with her palms facing forward, a usually placating motion when being interrogated. When questioned, Medusa just grinned and said "Nothing really, I'm merely looking to make a friend."
Then, like a poised snake, her strike was lightning fast and sudden. Her right hand shot forward, taking advantage of the distance between the two of them. Instead of any sort of blow though, her hand inserted its self into Catwoman's mouth forcibly. This bizarre gesture only caused Medusa's smile to grow into a grin as her mask of kindness started to slip. Gone were her calm and soft expression, now replaced with one more fitting of a predator playing with its prey. Her eyes now sharper, filled with delight that her prey actually closed the distance for her.
Without wasting a moment, something started coming out of Medusa's hand and into Catwoman's mouth. Something solid, something long, and something writhing made its way down the thief's throat. It wasn't the only one, as multiple other snakes followed behind, going deep down into her body. The smile on Medusa's face said it all, Catwoman had fallen into her trap, and how she had won. "Your curiosity will get you killed, kitten." Medusa said, her tone now filled with mocking venom.
Gotham City, Inside the Hotel
Ragnarok laughed at Ivy's horrified and confused expression, flexing and showing off even as Crona wobbled on the spot. "I'm one of a kind baby!" He boasted. His showboating was put on pause though as the giant rose that grew started spitting forth orange spores above the two of them. He shifted back into black liquid and swirled down Crona's arm to reform their sword as the teen looked on in dazed confusion.
Eruka knew that this was now her turn to act. With a bit of exertion, her magic flared up and created a magic circle in the air in front of her. From the magic circle started to pour forth little black balls into the room that floated through the air. The black balls spread throughout the room Crona and Ivy were in. At first they just hovered in the air and did nothing. Then as soon as any of the spores touched the spheres, they would explode. Not large enough to fill the room, but enough to destroy any spores near by. Eruka continued to summon forth these black balls to counter Ivy's spores, blowing them up before they had a chance to land any anything.
Crona slowly shook his/her self out of their stupor as the explosions rang through the air. "Mmmm that was weird. I didn't want to kill anything. I don't think I like that." the teen said as she focused her attention back on Ivy. The sword in his/her hand warped for a moment as a mouth grew on the hilt of the blade and grinned. "Then why don't we take care of the person responsible? Remember not to kill her though." Came the voice of the man that had been forming out of the teen's back moments ago. Crona rushed at Ivy's perch and started swinging away at her, trying to at least cut off a limb or two. That should be good enough for Lady Medusa, right?
Dipper fan
Blackfire-killing boredom
The alien princess, with nothing better to do in the space base,was practicing her alien martial arts moves with some dummies. She was always a better fighter than her sister. While she was worried about "feelings", she was always learning new fighting styles.
Blackfired kicked a dummy, crushing it with a touch. Then she practiced another move she had learned on her planet, pulverizing another, with her only using a finger.
"Does anybody have mooks I can crush?— I mean practice with?" she asked the other overlords as she blasted the dolls.
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Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.
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Attilan
"More." Amon told Tesseract, positioning himself in front of the only door out of the tower. "I asked Tatu to make that bag bigger on the inside. If you feel as we have too much, good. Take more. But don't drop it. Whatever you do, don't drop it."
Turning his head to the door, he tilted it to the left as he heard something tapping against it. "Don't stop cutting. I'll deal with this."
Gotham City
Gurgling, Selina Kyle instinctively reached for Medusa's arm, trying to pull it out of her mouth whilst moving her body back. She narrowed her eyes, breathing through her nose as the witch blocked her throat. Realizing that trying to pull her out wouldn't do much, Selina shoved her claws into Medusa's arm, scratching her skin as much as she could, before tapping the ground with the back of her foot, a knife sprouting out of her shoe, one which she promptly tried to shove into Medusa's side with a kick.
Inside, Ivy sunk deeper into the giant rose, which moved out of harm's way- but not quick enough, as Crona and Ragnarok sliced off one of its branches. "MY BABIES!" Ivy's scream rang out through the room, as all of the plants shrieked with her, loud enough to at least cause some pain to even the most deaf of combatants. Using this distraction, the rose swirled forward, hundreds of almost invisible yet painfully sharp thorns shooting out of its stem towards the unlikely duo.
Kahndaq
The fluid sped from Dio's eyes towards the distraught Black Adam, piercing his body at its exact center. Even though it had passed cleanly through the mighty warrior, it was powerful enough to send him flying through the wall behind him, destroying that side of the mosque as he sailed through the air, spinning around like a giant action figure gone suddenly limp. He spun, spun, spun around in the air, going straight for one of Kahndaq's squares.
Down at the tarp covered square, surrounded by people selling wares at their tents were a gathering of Kahndaq's teenagers, all of which had adopted a 'punk' fashion style mixed with modern day songs. So even though they all wore excessive amounts of leather, jackets and sported unorthodox hairstyles with unusual colors, all choices which would have them be exiled by teens of western cultures, they still listened to the same 'hip and cool' songs, performing a mix of break dance and mating call on top of a carpet. All of it loud enough to gain several angry glares from the adults and elders trying to have a normal life around them. Rebels of the past, adapted for modern days.
"Check this!" One of the teens yelled as the boombox changed to another song
, sauntering over to the carpet, ready to deliver his coolest moves. That was, of course, right before Black Adam tore through the carpet and landed on the fountain in the middle of the square, covering the entire area with water- but miraculously not damaging the boombox.
Water flowing through his fresh wound, Black Adam staggered to his feet, glaring at the people around him. "LEAVE!" He yelled in Kahndaq's native tongue, clutching his wound as he recovered his strength. "LEAVE NOW, YOU ARE ALL IN DANGER!" He yelled even louder, this time loud enough to make the adults leave. But the teenagers decided to stay around, as teenagers often do, pulling out their phones to record the latest fight involving their country's defender.
Space Base
Tatu put his finger on Tira's lips; they felt cold to the touch and warm to the soul. "There is still much to do before you can do that. But you can imagine it, can you? Reigning over entire universes. Slaying those who don't kneel to you. Tira, my dear, I can give you the power to do that and so much more, but... you need to give me my word. That you will stay loyal to me, Tatu. Even if others give you more enticing offers... do I have your word?"
"Menardi, the God of Change." Tatu repeated, smiling. "I like the sound of that. Yes, I can see it now. A family, desperate, as its farm perishes. Distraught, they bow down to the image of their god... to your image. They pray to your name, and you bend reality to your will, to help them. They name their baby girl after you... swear to dedicate her to a life of following your word..." He whispered. "It sounds interesting. You are a very interesting person, Menardi. Perhaps the wisest choice I've made when picking my generals. You almost remind me of... me. Before I was Tatu."
Washington DC
At being asked for a name, the boy stopped jumping around from drawing to drawing. "Uhm. I don't... have one, Mr. Angel." He said, sitting down on a broken down stool. "The adults at the camp tell me my Mom left me behind without a name. They call me Golden. Because of my skin. But I had a dream." He clasped his hands, closing his eyes and smiling wistfully. "That Mr. Angel would give me a new name. And I saw myself, older... with that name, wearing it proudly. If Mr. Angel is cleaning the world, then he's making a new one, right?"
"A new name for a new world. That's what I'm asking for."
Tira nodded when asked for her loyalty. So long as you deliver me the chance to slaughter as many people as I want, I will remain loyal to you. Before this, our old master had numerous servants. But they all betrayed him for one reason or another. The pirate got too obsessed with taking power for himself. The golem abandoned the cause to go after some 'impostor' or something. Idiots, all of them, who deserved nothing more then the most painful death imaginable.
I was the only one that stayed by his side, the only one that stayed loyal to him. He was power incarnate, or so I thought. But now I see how foolish I was to think that. He is nothing next to you, I can see. You don't need to worry about my loyalty. Money is meaningless to me, and I have no real interest in ruling land. All I want is blood, and no one else is going to be powerful enough to offer me more of that then you can.
Tira then snapped back to her Jolly mood. So when do I get to start killing? I'm really want to get started! It's going to be so much fun!
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Doomstadt—Throne Room
Ahriman assessed the other parties as their identities were revealed. Lex Luthor; Norman Osborn, whose nom de guerre was the Green Goblin; Namor, who some called the Sub-Mariner; Maximus Boltagon, brother of the king of the Inhumans; Grodd, the psychic ape; Black Manta, the up-jumped mercenary; and Ra’s al Ghul, the immortal head of the League of Assassins. Powerful and influential figures all, as much for their intellect and cunning as for their superhuman abilities (or lack thereof, in the case of some), though some ranked higher in Doom’s purloined estimation than others. The Chaos Lord blink-clicked a rune on his armour’s heads-up display, and began to surreptitiously record the conversation. This would undoubtedly furnish useful intelligence…
And indeed it was. Luthor had already figured out that the Overlords were alien to his universe, comparing images of the Tameranean woman Blackfire; one was clearly the woman Tatu had recruited, while the other seemed to be the version native to this reality. Behind his visor, Doom’s eyes narrowed. He did not recognize the green-haired youth accompanying Blackfire. New players had been introduced, it would seem; but how many?
Putting such thoughts aside, Doom turned his attention back to the conversation proper; and at Manta’s whispered remark, he tented his fingers. “‘Second best’, Manta?” His voice was calm, even, and steely. “I find that quite an ironic statement, coming from a man who should consider himself lucky to be counted amongst this distinguished company. But I digress…”
The tyrant of Latveria folded his arms across his chest. “Doom concurs with your assessment, Luthor,” he said. “These invaders likely are from the greater multiverse. It would explain how such powerful individuals could spring up from thin air without any of us being aware of their existence beforehand. That said, they are not unbeatable…”
Doom’s fingers danced across the keys, calling up an image taken from the city security cameras the night before. It was a single still frame of the sorcerer himself, as he had appeared while disguised as Ohrmuzd, his armour red trimmed with gold and cream rather than navy blue with gilt trimming.
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“This one attempted to kill me last night. Suffice it to say, he failed.” Doom cupped his chin in one hand. “Curious, is it not? The armour’s colouration brings to mind Tony Stark, but the helmet and the Egyptian motifs are reminiscent of Doctor Fate…”
The Danse Macabre Codex
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Tesseract - Attilan
Tesseract kept cutting, as ordered.
Tesseract's Mooks - Overlord Base
At Blackfire's request, Tesseract's mercenaries shot worried glances between themselves and began backing away from here. They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Gotham City
Even as the claws dug into her skin, Medusa's grin did not fade. Catwoman did manage to draw some blood from her arm, but it was clear that the woman was not budging. It was not until the thief pulled the knife in her shoe out. The witch pulled her hand out of her mouth and shifted to the side. She dodged the blade and grabbed Catwoman's leg. With a slgiht rotation on the spot, she whirled around and threw Catwoman to the ground.
That was the least of the thief's worries though, as suddenly intense pain shot through her mid-section. She would be able to feel the snakes inside of her thrashing about violently. "Careful, my snakes do not like it when their master is hurt." Medusa warned. She chuckled lightly and squatted down next to Catwoman, looking down on her both literally and figuratively. "I don't think you want to attack me at this point. You were right, I do have business with Poison Ivy, but my mission is far above a little thief like you. I'm giving you a chance to prove why I should not kill you. I would not waste it." the witch threatened.
Crona winced at the loud shrieking coming from the plants, previously unaware that plants could even make noise like that. Instinctively, the teen brought his/her arms up to defend as the rose swirled at them. The thorns pelted the teen, drawing black blood and causing it to drip all over the floor. Most of the thorns bounced off of the teen though, meeting incredible resistance from the black blood. With twisted persistence through the pain, Crona lashed out at the stem of the rose with the black sword.
Calamity is a housewife
Greed
"Yes please. Been dying of boredom lately."
Aside from watching Zeal do her thing with Wilhelmina, there really hadn't been much Greed was doing. The affairs of the other Overlords interested him no more than staring at the dirt on the ground, he just wanted to hurry up and get to conquering so he and his beloved could earn themselves their rightful rule.
And this was probably the best way to pass the time until then.
"C'mon beautiful, let's not waste any time."
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Troy
Lambda nodded to tony, it would take some time for things to even get started here but she was confident Tony could do it. She stood up. "I'll leave this task to you for now then. Now leave me." Assuming Tony followed her orders, she attemtpted to call upon Tatu again, with her thoughts. Aside from this, what else could I help with? I know there are others like me. There has to be multiple fronts to this effort.
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Teridax- adoption agency 101
The Makuta knelt down and put a hand on the child's head. His expression was stern but a soft gleam was in his eyes. One might have said that it was pity that shone now in the Makuta's eyes.
"That is cruel. So child, you would like a name?"
Teridax rifled through a few names then settles for one he thought fitting.
"Karata. Yes, how about it. Karata, son of the angel."
Vampire Hunter
Zeal
"Greed and I shall be going to the Vita Chambers," Zeal told the others in the room. "If something important happens then send Dalton in... He's smart enough to know what would happen if Greed and I were interrupted without reason."
"We should be back in a minute or two, though," Zeal added, noting of the time dilation of the Vita Chambers, but then looked over at Wilhelmina, stroking her cheek. "But one more thing... That outfit is not suitable for anyone but a child."
Zeal used her magic one last time on Wilhelmina, reshaping her clothing into something more suitable for her new role. The new outfit, combined with her new age, did make her look similar to the original White Queen
◊, and while Wilhelmina lacked the powers that Emma Frost had, Zeal did like the new look she had given to her new pet. Afterwards, Zeal left with Greed to the Vita Chambers.
In reality, Zeal wanted to recover the magic she had wasted in the mass teleportation of people and manipulation of Wilhelmina into the perfect pet before she began with the next phase of her plan... If Loki had stolen the Kryptonite, then there is only one place where it would be. In addition, there was only one way to hurt Loki without him knowing about it since going back would be expected of her. And finally, there is some stuff of the Enchantress's that she needed to retrieve and a grudge against a certain Asgardian who got in her way... That is to say, it is time for the Enchantress to return to Asgardia, this time as its potential conqueror. However, the issue is that the god Thor was there, so she needed a plan to deal with him.
The fact she also gets to spend a few nights with her lover is a well-loved bonus.
edited 9th Jun '15 4:27:26 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Mancunian Candidate
Vaas, Trapper of Tourists
A man who'd transitioned almost seamlessly from tribal honour systems to Bruce Willis movies, Vaas nodded appreciatively. Words were redundant. He got it. Half of the explanation had slipped through his brain under the heading of 'magical bullshit', but he got the sentiment, and he got it hard.
"Vaas Montenegro," he said, extending a hand, "king of the pirates, king of the jungle, and now king of this whole fucking island. Real pair of bad motherfuckers here, huh?"
Assuming the Koopa King accepted, Vaas took his handshake with a playful fist to the shoulder, grimacing happily at the inevitable reciprocation.
There were only a few more rises and falls between the procession and Marko's final resting place, the greenery picking up with a victorious flair as they passed out of
Fifteen minutes and a suspicious downwards incline later, they'd arrived
◊. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the cave and the pool immediately surrounding it had marked the starting point of an aquifer that stretched hundreds of subterranean miles to the cave's counterpart on the coastline, fed from above by the inexhaustible wellspring of the island's main caldera. Hundreds of thousands of years and a few climate changes later, it had been a minor but not inconsiderable tourist spot, one of the only places where a rich man of the right proclivities could find and observe the elusive Madripoor White-Bellied Fruit Bat. By the nineties, it had been private property for a corporation who didn't care how white anyone's belly was. Now, it had no practical significance at all.
The sun had fallen by that point, and the bats hadn't yet come home to roost. When the procession entered, carefully easing Marko's body over the scree, they had the place all to to themselves. Echoing in the empty, narrow space, the rain was a disjointed volley of salutes.
"If you wanna say a few words, hermano," said Vaas, while his men disappointedly holstered their shoves and agreed on a suitable crevasse into which to dump their corpse, "I'm guessing this is the time."
Dio Brando: Still Did Nothing Wrong
As my eyes returned to the hole, I found rubble, swirling moonlit dust, a hushed crowd, but no Adam - I'd managed a direct hit, and he had vanished in the recoil. There was no sign of him in the square outside, nor any damage around the rooftops to tease at his trajectory. In my glee, I'd lost him thoroughly.
Though I left the mosque with the caution any sane man would offer a disappearing immortal, after jumping to the top of Adam's statue to expand my search, that trepidation melted. There, through the hole in the tarpaulin. There, at the centre of a destroyed fountain, clutching at his chest. There, screaming his desperation to an apathetic youth, his lightning bolt marred by spreading crimson.
Adam had been wounded. The tipping point was growing near - I withdrew the soul dagger from my pocket and secreted it within the flesh of my right arm, effectively cocking my hammer. Then, before he could recover further, I leapt.
Unable to reach the same hole Adam had created, I entered relatively blind. In the midst of being thanked for party-rocking, I landed on the boombox responsible, and saved Adam from what was assuredly a fate worse than death. Every day he shuffled, dear diary. Every day. That's as many as seven times a week, twenty one a month. Imagine it.
You cannot.
This was, I saw, the aftermath of some kind of party. Though the tents lining the the square belonged to surprisingly tolerant bystanders, youth had irrevocably infected the centre, clustering around the now-soggy carpet immediately to my left. There was a long furrow along the ground leading to the remains of the fountain, presumably left by Adam's back.
Strangely for this even further future, I recognised the subculture at play, one a servant of mine had assured me was dead - in Kahndaq, punk had risen from the grave. Leather, spikes, and magnificent hair. A universal language of dissatisfaction. They held what I hesitantly recognised as some newer take on the cellular telephone, wielded at arm's length as if they found the things repulsive, and their only reactions to both my entrance and Adam's plaintive yells were to turn the devices our way or stare in naked horror at the CD player beneath my feet.
Behind them, to a man, the stall-owners simply scattered.
Sometimes, the void of a hundred years us all too apparent. Sometimes, though it pains me to admit, I feel as if the world has left me behind. I always remount it in time, of course, as I did in the case of the auto-mobile and the aeroplane, even the humble pager, but in the stages in-between I have enjoyed a veritable encyclopaedia of quiet bemusement. That, I think, was the greatest entry so far.
But, in terms of actualities:
There were about ten or fifteen of them of real importance, milling around in the shallow water between myself and Adam's seat next to the ruined fountain. Summoning my Stand as I charged along Adam's trail of debris, I tossed the first nine or fourteen to the side, where they either broke against the walls or effortlessly demolished the tents.
By this point, he was almost puce.
The last, I took by the leg of his tightly-bound jeans, and threw him into the air; the World caught him overarm, gripping his ankles firmly. Then, before Adam could so much as cry out in righteous fury, it brought him down upon the ailing Mighty Human's head, studded shoulders first.
edited 9th Jun '15 5:00:37 PM by OG-Sama
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Attilan
Amon remained steadfast, until the center of the double doors started to be split open by a piping hot blade. "Tesseract, if you have enough, return to the sewers. Grab the briefcase and contact Tatu. Ask for him to send you back, I'll go after you." The masked man said, as the water flowed around him. "Before they get in."
Doomstadt
"Why did they go after you?" Luthor asked out out loud as Manta bit back his tongue and gave up the chance to yell at Doom. "Considering their targets, it... doesn't make any sense. They haven't gone for any of the big names in our field apart from you. I have reports of Multiplex and Magneto biting the dust, but Kingpin? Venom? Not a peep."
"Careful, Luthor," Osborn snickered. "Victor will think you're jealous that he was attacked by the multiversal madman, and not you>"
"Could it be that they were looking for an expert on magic?" Namor asked Doom. "You fought this invader. Did he at any point make his intentions clear?"
Gotham City
Retching on the floor, Catwoman clutched her stomach. "What the fuck did you... oh god!" She groaned, gagging as she tried to force herself to vomit. It seemed like a convincing attempt at getting rid of the snakes in her belly, but the only thing on Catwoman's mind was getting close to Medusa. So when the witch squatted next to her, Selina suddenly spun around, grabbing Medusa by the neck and bringing her closer, whilst trying to scratch her with her finger, a strange purple tint on the tip of each claw...
The sword hit the stem, and it... clanged? Unlike a real rose stem, this one was hardened, made especially to defend Poison Ivy against metal and other sharp objects. "What are you?!" Ivy asked out loud, the upper half of her body snaking out of the cocoon that was the rose's enlarged petals. "You... abnormal child..."
Kahndaq
"HOW DARE YOU—"
Black Adam roared angrily, the teenager cried out in fear, and the two collided against each other masterfully. The teen's frail, young body was nothing compared to Black Adam's godly physique, and as such their meeting could only be described as 'unstoppable force meets paper'. First, the bones cracked, piercing through the teen's skin. Then, his entire body bent in the middle as the back section hit Black Adam. By the point where the hit had fully connected, the man's head was halfway through the teen's belly.
The young man's body ripped to shreds, Black Adam was sent hurtling back even more, skidding against the water of the fountain, destroying the actual fountain, destroying a few tents and then landing against the wall of a nearby building. Panting, he stood up, legs wobbling as teenager bits hung from his lips. "How... dare you... use people as weapons?!"
Clutching his fists, he took one defiant step towards Dio, the ground cracking under his feet. "You lack honor... you lack human decency... you don't deserve my mercy, my clemency... you deserve to burn at my fingertips!" Lightning overflowed from his eyes as he took another step forward. "Burn, hufash! BURN!" He let out in a guttural scream, sending one singular bolt of lightning flying towards Dio. It was slow. Sluggish.
Black Adam was losing the battle.
Space Base
"As soon as you want it to start, my dear." Tatu said, pointing to his side, revealing that they had suddenly appeared in the middle of the space base. "You may talk to your new teammates... or you may browse through those computers and search for a powerful fiend whose powers you'll steal... but only after you defeat them."
Troy
"Interestingly enough," Tatu said, appearing behind Saya as he contemplated his nails. "There is something you can do. A fellow Overlord has also taken over a nation. Latveria, perhaps forty five minutes away in a plane. An union... should be in your plans, should it not?"
Washington DC
The boy tilted his head and sniffed, smiling proudly. "Yes! I'm going to call myself Karata, because that's the name Mr. Angel gave me!" Karata nodded, tears dropping from his eyes as he rushed forward and hugged Teridax. "Thank you so much, Mr. Angel!"
Tira looked around, thrown off both by the sudden teleportation and the strange new surroundings. Her attention was captured for a moment by the clear glass floor and the earth below it. Tira had never been one to find beauty in much of anything outside of death. Yet even she had to admit the sight had some beauty to it.
Oh, wow master. This place is amazing. She turned to the the other people in the staton and put her ring blade up on the floor in front of her, leaning forward on it. Hi there! My name is Tira! She said with a huge grin on her face. What are your names?
Then another question came to her. Oh, and can someone tell me what a com-poot-or is? Tira, coming from the late 16'th century, was of course a bit out of the loop when it came to modern Earth.
edited 14th Jun '15 7:44:49 AM by Meanken
Doomstadt—Throne Room
“Your assessment is correct, Namor,” Doom said with a nod, ignoring Osborn’s snickering for the moment. “The assassin made his interest in Doom’s magic quite clear, along with an interest in Doom’s technology as well. His intentions, it would seem, were to claim them for his own use after killing me. Beyond that, the wretch did not explain his motives or identity.”
The tyrant of Latveria folded his arms. When next he spoke, a note of controlled anger had entered his voice. “He did more than simply make an attempt on my life, however. The cur reached out to my city’s youth, took them under his wing and taught them some of his magic. He meant to turn the children of Latveria against me, and had Doom not discovered what he was doing and forced his hand before he was ready, the craven fool might have succeeded.”
He fell silent, allowing the rest of the Cabal to draw their own conclusions from this information.
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Tesseract - Hostiles inbound
Tesseract dropped the last piece of terrigen into the bag, and picked up both it and the briefcase... before walking straight over to Amon and shoving them into his arms.
"Amon, this plan is yours. It will not succeed without you. I shall hold them off. You go."
He resheathed his dagger, and stood back from the door, readying himself for the oncoming fight.
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Attilan
Amon looked down at the bag and briefcase in his hands and opened his mouth to say something, right before the door was blasted open. Standing on the other side was something comparable to a fire demon, with charred black skin.
◊ The blade that had been cutting through the door wasn't a blade, but rather the inhuman's own arm, heated up to impossible degrees. He roared, fire streaming out of his mouth...
But then, a water whip suddenly struck him on the cheek, sending him flying to the side. Suddenly, Amon stepped in front of Tesseract, shoving the bag and briefcase in his hands. "Give these to Dio. I'll be out soon." He said, before glaring right into his eyes and showing what he was holding in his hand: the vial containing the symbiote, ready to be opened. Behind him, through the now open door, Tesseract could see incoming forces in the distance.
"Don't. Come. Back. If this is a mission, then consider this my orders. Now GO." Amon growled at Tesseract, shoving him away and bending the water to speed him towards the sewer exit they had come in from. Taking a deep breath, Amon bent a huge amount of water towards the fiery inhuman, filling the room with steam...
Doomstadt
"That's a... surprisingly long-winded approach." Osborn said, tapping on a nearby iPad. "Considering how people like Multiplex were taken out on straightforward battles, the fact that this guy took the long road to get to you says something about our invaders."
"Why you?" Black Manta said.
"Manta, don't start—"
"Shut it, Luthor." He continued. "Why Doom? If one was interested in magic, then why would they go after Doom, who's in the public spotlight, who runs an entire nation, instead of someone like Doctor Strange or Doctor Fate who they could easily snuff out without attracting public attention?"
"It seems clear that the invaders are only heading after those with less than moral actions on their past." Osborn concluded. "Those whom the world calls 'villains', that is clear."
"Even so, there are many magical users who have gone up against heroes. Why not an Asgardian?" Black Manta suggested.
"They could incur the wrath of Odin." Luthor responded.
"Nonsense. Pick someone Odin doesn't like." Black Manta continued. "Why not Le Fay? Why not Loki? Why not Brother Blood, why not Felix Faust, Klarion, Vandal Savage? From a menu of gods and immortals, they chose Doom. Why him?"
"What does Doom have that all of these others don't?" Namor asked out loud, rubbing his chin.
"A public." Grodd grunted. "Doom has nation, Doom has people, Doom can be seen by all the people in the world. Position of power... gives you nation to lead over, entire armies to command!"
"That's still redundant. Le Fay could whip up an army of zombies in an instant." Black Manta shook his head and raised a finger. "The reason why he went for Doom is precisely the reason none of us would go for doom: the public spotlight. Doom is a well-known figure not just for heroes or villains, but the entire population of Earth. That gives you..."
"... trust." Osborn interrupted, glancing down at Doom. "Trust can get you a place besides the heroes- no one likes a reformed villain more than those guys- and it can get you through doors blunt force simply cannot open... like the UN Security Council, the Baxter Building—"
"And our Cabal." Manta finished. "Gentlemen, we're not dealing with a full on invasion. These attacks have been a distraction. For all we know, many of our past 'allies' could already have been replaced by these invaders. We might have just come off the phone with one of them."
All of the Cabal members remained eerily silent, looking at things off screen. And then, in complete synchronization, they all looked down at Doom. "Fellas, I think we're all thinking the same thing, right?" Maximus said, his constant grin disappearing. "During this conversation, have we been talking to Doom... or to an invader?"
Space Base
"I believe I can help you with this query, ma'am." A faceless grey robot with a male build approached Tira, raising his left hand and projecting images of various computers. "Adapting for sixteenth century vocabulary. Imagine the biggest collection of information in the world- a computer is like a gateway to that library, which we call a database. These computers have been outfitted with information regarding several possible targets from the planet Earth. You can input- that is, type via the board filled with keys in front of the computer- a type of ability, a name, whatever you want, and scroll through a list of targets."
Somewhere on Earth
John Constantine downed another glass of whiskey, lazily shoving it in the bartender's arms. The man, a sizable hunk and the only other person in the dimly lit bar, looked down at Constantine with a half-smirk, prompting the man to reach into his trenchcoat, smiling back. "Like what you see?" He asked.
"That depends." The bartender pulled back on the sleeves of his shirt before turning on the sink. "Are you doing something tonight?"
"Depends on how much you fill up that cup, luv." Constantine said, waving a finger towards the empty cup sitting next to the sink as he grabbed a cigarette. "You don't mind?"
"As long as you got one for me." The bartender said, wiping his hands on a nearby towel. "I'm closing up already and I think the boss won't mind."
"You sure?"
"Let me ask him." He looked in a mirror, raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah, the boss is okay."
Constantine did a lazy smile, reaching for his lighter as the bell signifying a new arrival cut through the Police record playing on the background. The Londoner didn't look up from his cigarette as he tried to light it up, and he didn't look to the side as a golden gun got pointed right at the lone cigar hanging from his lips. Not that he needed to react, because said gun was clearly a lighter. "Thanks, mate." He muttered once he felt the sweet stench of a cigarette seeping into his nostrils, nodding at the arrival. "You want one— aaah, fuck. It's you."
Deadpool looked right back at Constantine, throwing his mask aside and letting the light illuminate every one of the holes in his skin, the result of years of dying and regenerating, over and over again. Constantine promptly massaged his head, preparing for the headache that was about to come his way (Deadpool had a way of not shutting the fuck up).
"They killed my wife." Deadpool said in a half-whisper, staring at the cup in his hands as it was filled by the bartender.
"... what?" Constantine asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Shiklah. She's dead." Deadpool said again, frowning. "They cut off her fingers, broke her limbs... disintegrated her right on the spot. I... I don't have a body to bury." His voice broke, as he covered his eyes with his hand and started to sob. "I don't have a body to bury."
Constantine just sighed, taking a drag out of his cigarette and looking to the other side.
"Just leave the bottle." Deadpool grunted to the bartender, grabbing the bottle from his hands and downing it in seconds. "I don't know why I did that... I can't get drunk. I can't get fucking drunk!" He yelled, throwing the bottle to the ground.
"Ey, don't be a whopper!" Constantine grumbled, moving closer to Deadpool to hold him down. "I'm sorry about your wife, mate, but don't take it out on the bar, alright?"
"It's not fair. Ten, fifteen years, I've been subjected to shitty adventures. I've become the butt of everyone's goddamn jokes. Does Deadpool have feelings, emotions— who cares! I'm just good enough to spout dumb one-liners and be a goddamn beacon of anti-humor!" Deadpool yelled, smashing his hand against the table.
"Cut it out, will ya?!" Constantine held him down.
"You can help me."
"... what?" Constantine half-chuckled. "This is what you were building up towards?"
"Listen, John." Deadpool pointed at him. "Those guys aren't going to do a thing. The Avengers and the Justice League are just gonna stand on a stage and preach, preach, preach. And these guys, these bastards, they're not going to get what they deserve."
"And what is that?"
"Death." Deadpool pulled out his pistol, furrowing his brow.
"Whatever, mate. Don't involve me in your little revenge fantasy." Constantine said, pushing Deadpool away. "I've already got me hands full. Some idiot decided to shove a chain up Zarathos' asshole and now I've got a whole fucking mess down in hell that's gonna come back to bite us all in the ass. I don't have time for whatever this shit is."
"Fine. You were just my first option."
"How encouraging!"
"I'm going to call everyone. Sinister Six, Injustice League. The bastards who are willing to get their hands dirty." Deadpool put his mask back on. "And we're going to find these fuckers... and we're going to give them what they deserve. The world won't know, but it doesn't matter. Hearing the screams of whoever killed Shiklah will be enough for me."
"I've seen this before." Constantine muttered. "Men going off to avenge, to uphold their brand of justice. Sometimes they end up in a shallow grave. Sometimes they end up betraying that which they stood for." He looked over at the merc with a mouth. "Are you ready to make this choice?"
Deadpool checked to see if his pistol was fully loaded, giving Constantine a brief glance. "I've already made it."
What the hell? Tira said as she saw the robot. She walked over and knocked on the robot's chassis a couple of times to confirm what she was seeing. You're made of metal? She stared at the robot, processing what it said. Then she nodded.
I see. I will go and pick someone to bleed to death then.
Tira walked over to the computer and started searching. Using the thing turned out to not be as hard as she feared. Whoever made the thing clearly made sure it would be easy to use. She considered her options as she started flipping through names. Taru said that she was to steal the powers of whoever it was she killed. That meant she would want to pick someone who's powers would complement her own skills, without picking someone too powerful for her to kill. On a hunch, she narrowed the search to this world's assassins. It did not take her long to find someone then.
The man's name was Deathstroke. Apparently he was formerly part of the United States military. Tira paused for a moment to wonder what this United States thing was. Then she shrugged and continued. he'd apparently been given some drug or something that had enhanced his ability's. The profile said he had enhanced strength, intelligence, and also had a healing factor. All of this appealed to Tira.
She would of course need to kill him, but she wasn't too worried about it. The profile mentioned that he used guns, which she was not worried about, unaware that guns had advanced significantly since her time, and swords, which also did not concern her. She'd killed plenty of sword wielders in her time, after all.
Oh, master, I know who I want to kill! I want to kill this guy! She said as she pointed at Deathstroke's picture.
edited 16th Jun '15 11:04:48 AM by Meanken
Doomstadt—Throne Room
Doom narrowed his eyes, tenting his fingers.
“So, you’re suggesting that I have been replaced?” His tone was cold, angry, as if the mere idea were an affront to him. “You think that Doom himself was actually killed last night, and that his murderer has been ruling Latveria ever since, with no one, not even my closest advisors, being the wiser? If this were any other situation, I might scoff at such an utterly preposterous idea.”
He leaned forward. “Be that as it may, since this crisis is very real, let Doom ask you this. If your assumptions were true, and if Doom had been killed and replaced… why would I tell you about myself? Why would I show you all an image of my true self, and share my plans and intentions? All that would accomplish is to arm you, to leave you better prepared to deal with the likes of me. It does not benefit me in the slightest.
“Furthermore, I think you overestimate the competence of this would be assassin. Or need I remind you all that his grand plan to try and unseat me involved raising an army of children?” he asked, making no effort to conceal his scorn. “Children, that he would have pitted against my soldiers and machines! Is that the plan a man powerful enough to challenge an Asgardian would concoct, I ask you? No. It is the desperate action of a fool with no resources at his disposal, who underestimated what he was up against.
“And here, Doom must remind you all, the wretch was not interested only in magic as you’ve all fixated; he also sought Doom’s technology.” The tyrant of Latveria leaned forward once again, narrowing his eyes dangerously, his voice going soft. “And Doom defies any of you, save perhaps Maximus and possibly you, Luthor, to say that your technology comes anywhere close to rivalling my own.”
Then his eyes widened slightly, and he glanced toward the screen depicting the master of the League of Assassins. He frowned. “You’ve been strangely quiet in all of this, Ra’s al Ghul,” he said. “Everyone else has spoken out against Doom, but not you.” The tyrant of Latveria cupped his chin, his expression turning pensive. “Have you no wild allegations of your own to put forth?”
Even as he asked this rhetorical question, the wheels in Ahriman’s mind began to turn. Ra’s al Ghul was broadcasting from a place called Nanda Parbat. Nanda Parbat, he knew, was located somewhere in the Himalazian Mountains. And just before he had entered this dialogue with the other members of the Cabal, just before witnessing that debacle in Washington, he had noticed reports of atomic detonations somewhere in that same mountain range… Coincidence?
Hardly. The Chaos Lord believed in many things, but coincidence was not amongst them.
The Danse Macabre Codex
Teridax
Teridax smiled and opened his arms wide for the child's embrace. It was his best imitation of a fatherly hug and though it was nowhere close to the real thing, he hoped it was enough for the boy in his arms.
As he allowed the boy to hug him to his heart's content, Teridax looked up at the sky. His eyes were distant, looking at things meant not for his eyes and hearing things not meant for his ears.
Slowly, a smile infringed upon his stoic mask. His second mind orb was transmitting nicely.
"Ah manta, don't you see? Loki is working for the enemy." He murmured, partly to himself.
Then, turning his attention to the child before him, teridax wiped away a tear on the boy's cheek.
"You're welcome, child. Now, are there more like you? children this cruel world has made orphans?"
Space Base - Yuyuko's quarters
Youmu shifted a bit. Ultron was creepy, and it felt like the disembodied head was looking at her. She blanched at the thought of Ultron's spirit returned to haunt her for cutting him up. Why did she have stand vigil, while Lady Yuyuko did who-knows-what and the Prismrivers were up to their usual cacophonic tendencies.
Music drifted in from one of the other rooms, as if to reinfocre that last point. Sighing, Youmu steeled herself and stayed put, personal issues momentarily forgotten. Thinking for yourself was generally a waste of time around Yuyuko, or so she had concluded.
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
Bowser - Madripoor, the Cave - Of All the Souls
Bowser accepted Vaas's handshake and playful fist to the shoulder with a toothy grin. It appeared that there was a bit of a rapport growing between the two villains. Despite this, the Koopa King didn't know what the pirate had meant by the word "motherfucker", but he assumed it meant something awesome, like "conquerer".
When the funeral procession finally arrived at Cain Marko's final resting place, Bowser thought it was rather fitting how the story of the Cain Marko incarnation of the Juggernaut began and ended with a cave. Vaas asked him if he had anything to say about the deceased.
"No. There's nothing I can say."
Vampire Hunter
Schala, Space Base
Throughout the fight between Juggernaut and Bowser, Schala had noticed Desco's interest. How could she not since they were now bonded to each other?
You know, Bowser and Vaas do need to be told of what's happening with the heroes and to likely be retrieved... It should be a quick teleport down and back up. Schala told Desco telepathically.
It was up to Desco whether she would take the suggestion or not, as Schala was only Desco's familiar, but like the others Schala was bored and the Teekl part now within her wanted some fun.
edited 19th Jun '15 3:09:15 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Zeal & Dalton
Happy with the results, Zeal lifted up Wilhelmina's head so that she would look up at her, "Why you can thank me by becoming the pet of Greed and myself."
Zeal felt it was a fitting end for as haughty a child. After all, Wilhelmina had wanted to make Greed and herself pets, but instead she shall be the pet of Greed and her.
"Want some alone time?" She whispered to Greed. "We can use one of the Vita Chambers and be back in a minute to everyone outside."
Meanwhile, Dalton and four of the Zealots returned from their time in the Vita Chambers to carry out a Land Bridge
made of metal, and currently inactive because of a lack of a power source. Well, the four Zealots were carrying it... Dalton was supervising. Soon it was placed near the teleporters.
edited 5th Jun '15 9:02:24 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly