huzzaaaaaaaah
Doomstadt
"Any good clone of Doom would question the accusations just like you did." Luthor pointed out. "We've faced your Doombots before. This is just like that, except the Doombot this time wants to kill us. And he's not hiding behind petty theatrics to disguise that desire."
"Be that as it may, for now, I don't think we can trust you Doomie." Maximus said, shaking his finger. "There's just too many variables, y'know? You could be one of ours, or you could be one of them. Maybe a test is needed. Something truly momentous, truly biblical! Oh, I know. Sacrifice your own son! Stab him, right here, in front of us!"
"Stop it!" Ra's Al Ghul said, eyes unblinking. "I agree with Doom. It is unlikely that he is the intruder."
A beat.
"... Ra's. Where is your League?" Osborn asked. "Why aren't you broadcasting from Nanda Parbat?"
"I have run into complications. The League is currently unreachable." Ra's continued. "Complications which stem from an invader, just like the one that attacked Doom. That is why I'm siding with him, nothing more."
"And now you tell us that you got attacked too?" Black Manta asked. "But this is unusual. If the League is unavailable, if the League is no longer standing, then why do you still live? Why, when you yourself said that if the League were to die, then your soul would join it in heaven or hell?"
" Still think Doomie should sacrifice his kid, just for fun! "
Ra's Al Ghul opened his mouth, waiting for his new master to give him words to speak...
Space Base
"Then head towards the teleporter." Tatu waved his hand towards the teleporters, before coughing and nodding at the other Overlords. "Although this man's level of technology is far above yours. Perhaps assistance could be useful?"
"Of course, sir. Coordinates have been put into the teleporter." The Housekeeper told Chase, tilting her head. "It should be said, that while our radars detect increased radiation levels, there have been no news of actual explosions. We are performing the scheduled maintenance run to detect any problems."
Washington DC
"Like me? No..." Karata shook his head. "Not like me. There are kids who get to have families in houses, families in schools, even families in sewers. No one wanted me... that's why Mr. Angel came to visit me in my dreams, right? Because Mr. Angel was going to make my dream come true... was going to clean the world of people like the ones that left me, right?"
Teridax
Instead of being granted words to speak, Ras would simply feel that the situation called for his story. He would need to recount the things that happened: how the being Makuta Teridax had come and how when faced with his defeat he had attempted to detonate the bomb he had inside of himself. Then he would see an arm extended to him: Loki, who had told him all the secrets of the Overlord had reached out a hand and teleported him out.
The truth and nothing but the truth was needed.
But could Loki really be trusted?
Teridax believed Ras had enough of himself left to tell the story as he would and thus show no breach in his defense. Of course he would have joined his assassins in death if not for Loki's intervention. Loki wanted the overlords to lose of course and if Ras survived, his resources would not all go to waste.
His mind focused back on the child. A miserable wretch made by the world.
"Cleaning up the world is going to take Mr angel some time, child. There are also many more people like you- cast out and unwanted by this messy world. But first, show me the people that call you Golden, show me the people that cast you out."
Oh...ok, master! She said, the recommendation throwing her off. She'd always worked alone in the past, after all. She looked around the room at the other overlords.
So, anyone want to help me kill this guy? It'll be lots of fun, I promise!
edited 20th Jun '15 4:05:37 PM by Meanken
-Anub'arak considers the offer. While it might be prudent to stay here and observe the chaos sown by their earthbound colleagues, going down would present an opportunity to further test his newfound powers. Half the swarm rises and hovers above Tira, the other half settling on the Nerubian's bodies.-
edited 21st Jun '15 8:41:44 AM by Chabal2
Space Base Tearoom
Menardi couldn't help but agree as Tatu painted his scenario. It sounded wonderful. She could do a better job than the gods of Weyard, and their accursed golem watchdog.
"Of yourself? What were you before you became a god?"
Since coming here, Menardi had thought that Tatu had been a godly being forever. But of course, if she could become a god, he too could have been someone else before gaining power. It was inspiring, really.
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Desco!
Desco nodded, Schala did make sense. Desco wouldn't have thought of that, she would have just let them continue going on as they were. Desco starting going over to the teleporter, and looked over at Tira who wanted some help. "Desco is going to go help Bowser and Vaas first!" Desco tapped along on the teleporter targeting specifically where Bowser and Vaas were standing. In a few minutes she dematerialized and rematerialized down on Earth next to them, along with Schala if she caught that beam.
"Hey guys! Your fight was awesome! But lots of stuff is happening and you should come back with Desco." Desco waved one hand and opened up a red glowing portal back to the station again. "Super Heroes are challenging us! You should come see the broadcast!"
edited 21st Jun '15 4:09:30 PM by StephanReiken
Vampire Hunter
Schala, Madripoor
Schala quickly followed Desco into the teleporter and ended up in Madripoor. Desco wasn't too clear about what had happened, but Schala flew over to Bowser, having become a succubus since the last time Bowser or Vaas had seen her prior to absorbing the powers of Teekl and becoming bonded with Desco as her familiar. They would also notice that Desco was a teenager now.
"Yes, a few of the fights went public, and the heroes are now aware that something is happening," Schala added to Desco's explanation, and handed Bowser and Vaas the papers on the Justice League and Avengers that Teridax had printed out for each Overlord. "Here is the information we have on them."
Schala watched the burial of Cain Marko, the former Juggernaut, and was saddened by his death. While she did not know the Juggernaut personally and knew he was a villain at some point, the fact that he was trying to be good made his death all the more sadder to her.
"It is up to you if you want to return with us, but we had to warn you about what has been happening elsewhere." Schala then asked the two Overlords, curious of their opinions. "Oh, do you like how Desco and I look now? It's me, Schala."
edited 22nd Jun '15 1:34:45 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Tira looked up at the bugs suddenly flying above her. A lot of people would have screamed and ran at that sort of thing. Others would have at the least, been horribly unconformable. As for Tira, her reaction was simple. She smiled. Then that smile vanished behind Tira's piercing glare.
Unexpected. Very unexpected. Can you talk? Tira waved her hand dismissively before he would have a chance to respond. It doesn't matter. If you want to come and join me as I rip this man and his stupid looking orange and black outfit apart, I will not deny you that pleasure. Tira turned and walked over to the teleporter, waiting both for Anub'arak to join her and to see if anyone else spoke up.
Dipper fan
Meeting Tira
Black fire looked at Tessserace's mooks as they walked away from her our of fear, she simply smug smiled.
Bored as she was the tamarenean princess flew towards Tira looking at her with a grin in her face " You must be new one, name's Blackfire." She put her hands on the back of hear head in a relaxed position as ah greeted the newest overlord.
Then when she offered a mission on the teleporter, she replied "Count me in. Our boss does give is some nice stuff but he can be boring sometimes," she sighed.
edited 21st Jun '15 8:31:38 PM by RPGLegend
Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.
Tira looked up at the woman who called herself Blackfire, and Blackfire would see Tira's face switch from an angry glare to a gigantic wide eyed grin in the blink of an eye.
Oh, new playmates! Ok! She placed her ring blade behind her, using it as a balance to hold herself up as she leaned back on it. Me and Buggy and you are going to go and kill some guy calling himself Deathstroke. The fancy computer thingy says he uses two swords and guns, and that he's super strong and stuff. It should be fun!
Annoyed Mode: ON
Chase Young - Next Stop: China
"Good," Chase replied to the housekeeper, snapping his fingers to call the panther as he stepped into the teleporter. "Let's go, boy! We have work to do."
Back at the kitchen, the real Chase was pondering his next move. He still did not know if Luthor had anything to do with the activation of the nuclear weapons, or if they were even the same weapons. He could not think of anything else that he needed to do down there, or of something he could do just for his own amusement or self-improvement.
Actually, there was one thing. But he still had to wait a bit more before he could work on that. So he merely sat on a chair and waited.
huzzaaaaaaaah
China
What Chase Young saw on the location of Yuyuko's fight with Ultron was a wasteland, yes, but not a nuclear wasteland. The panther sniffed the ground, sitting next to his master and looking around, quizzically. He had seen nuclear bombs gone off- heck, he was pretty sure he had outrun one- but this was nothing like that.
There were building debris scattered all around, signs of a factory that had been blown up scattered everywhere: wires, tubes, walls, doors, entire floors half-buried into the rocky ground, giant pylons which once held majestic ceilings now cracked in two... yes, a bomb had blown up here, but not a nuclear bomb. For one, there was still wildlife in the distance, and whilst the ground had been completely wiped clean by the explosion, there were still plants and other flora nearby.
Spread across this destroyed location were also parts of Ultron's bodies: arms, legs, bodies, but most importantly, heads. Some with huge chunks missing out of them, some which were only one chunk of a whole, and some completely fine (save for the fact they were missing a body). The darkened lights in their eyes signified that they were all off... except for one. One which the panther soon dragged towards his master.
"Require. New. Programming." The Ultron head spouted, eyes going on and off in some kind of robotic version of blinking. "Main. Database. Missing."
Doomstadt
"Shut up." Namor snapped to Maximus. "Let Ghul speak."
"I was visited by one of these invaders, and although he seemed to want an alliance, it became clear to me that all he wanted to do was take over my League." Ra's Al Ghul began, a somber tone covering his words. "Unfortunately, he possessed abilities unlike anything I have ever faced. My League could have defeated him, but only at the cost of hundreds, maybe thousands. I saw it fit to take out this threat to the world even if it cost my life. But in the last moment before Nanda Parbat went to ashes, I felt a hand taking me and saving me. It belonged to a man with golden horns, and that is all I know of him."
"A man with horns." Luthor repeated. "It sounds like my burglar."
"Could it be another enemy or a possible ally?" Osborn asked.
"Too early to tell. What we can tell, however, is that Doom is not an invader." Luthor said, steepling his fingers. "It seems clear that if Ra's Al Ghul managed to take out one of them—"
"Is that an insult?!" Ra's Al Ghul began, gritting his teeth. "I'll have you know—"
"That you are powerful and immortal? Yes, we all know." Luthor interrupted him. "Gentlemen, let's not lie to ourselves. We all know that if someone here was capable of taking on someone else in full-on combat, it would be Doom."
"Luthor speaks no lies. Probability of Doom victory exceeds probability of our victory. Save for Namor." Grodd added in, much to Namor's delight.
"Yes, yes, let's stop with the member measuring contest." Maximus said, clapping his hands so as to attract everyone's attention. "What shall be our next course of action?"
"I propose a full-on attack." Luthor said. "These people are appearing all over the globe, and it's impossible to pinpoint just where they are coming from. Not that it's impossible. Once that's done and we know where they're coming for... we attack with all we have. All of our forces, abilities and weapons combined. Burn them in one big, bright, flash. Let's deal with Superman later, once we've saved the world."
São Paulo
Those who chose to go after Deathstroke would find themselves standing on the rooftops of a skyscraper overlooking a typical metropolitan city at night.
◊ The sound of endless traffic jams, cop cars, ambulances, loud music and people shared space with the silent breeze of a polluted, starless night sky. Below them, the bright lights of the city were almost blinding, the white and yellow from the cars moving fast enough to seem like bright lines whizzing past them.
And standing on the edge of this rooftop was a man in an orange and black suit, contemplating the city below him, a card in his hands and two swords sheathed behind his back.
◊ When Tira, Blackfire and Anub'arak appeared, the sound of three new arrivals suddenly showing up out of nowhere was enough to cause him to stand up, but the man did not move- except that his hand started reaching for the pistol in his belt...
Space Base
"I'll tell you. But only you, my dear." Tatu said, placing his finger on Menardi's lips. "That is because I trust you, Menardi. And because I see a little of myself in you too. So don't betray my trust, alright?" Winking, he continued. "I was once as mortal as you were. Fragile, weak... a foot soldier in a war of idiots. I correct myself, not a foot soldier. A general. I was young, beautiful... foolish. I believed that the battlefield created better relationships than love or hatred. That nothing could compare to what you feel for your brothers and sisters in arms."
"I shared that belief with my soldiers... I saw them as extensions of myself, of my family. I even fell in love, Menardi... my young heart made me fall in love." Tatu looked at his own palm, frowning for an instant. "I experienced something no other being has made me experience. Do you know what it is to love during war? That relationship was seen as fleeting and foolish by my superiors, but I saw it as a boon."
"I remember him. I do not remember his name, but, at night, I close my eyes and I can see him." Tatu closed his eyes, his hand reaching to touch the air in front of him as tears started to well up at the bottom of his eyes. "Yes. I remember me and him, in the battlefield. Oh, Menardi, he smiles at me, and... and he pushes me out of the way... a spear crosses right through his heart, and, and I see the life waning from his eyes. I held him as he spared his last breaths, and what did he use them for? Did he cry for his mother or father, did he yell against the enemy? No, he told me... he told me not to cry."
Tatu's hands hovered in front of his heart as his eyebrows shot up, his head shaking slightly. "I... I was distraught that night. I was a wreck. And my soldiers, my brothers in arms? As it turns out, they did not respect me. They... despised me. Behind my back, they spat insults at me. But they went along with my tactics, for they worked, and if there's one thing a soldier does not want in a war is death. But that night, I was a wreck. Highest casualty number in all of my life as a general. That was enough for my soldiers to rebel. Those who I believed to be loyal friends stabbed me in the back without mercy."
"I crawled as my camp burned, as they decided to make their betrayal a grand gesture of desertion. Spears poked out of my back as they stepped on my face... defiled my still living body, dug me an open and shallow grave. I was humiliated, but I could not cry, for a dagger had pierced my throat and removed my voice." Tatu looked at Menardi, his eyes now clean of any tears- and of any emotions. "I did not get the honor of being buried. I was left there, in the dirt, like a banquet for insects and things that crawl in the night. When I came to... I had ascended."
"To go from complete and utter pain to the joys of godhood, Menardi, it was euphoric. I saw my body, on the ground, and gave it a proper resting place. Besides him. Even though I knew I could revive him, I did not. And so I left that planet, that war, everything behind. But in one twist of irony, I discovered my concept. What I was a god of." Tatu took Menardi's hand on his own, smiling wistfully. "I am Tatu, Nomad of Loyalty. And that is my tale."
All those who remained in the Space Base would feel Tatu's presence as he suddenly stepped forward, crossing his arms. "I can feel it. Something big is coming through..." He turned to Zeal right before she and Greed went off to do god knows what. "Stay. Your plans for world domination will need to be reworked. An enemy is on the way."
Washington, DC
Karata frowned. "You don't want to talk to them, Mr. Angel. I'm the one who dreamt about you, right? They thought I was wrong and silly. There's no use in talking to them." He clutched Teridax's arm, and the Makuta would feel a twinge of jealousy coming out of the boy, as if he feared losing 'Mr.Angel's' attention. "Come on, Mr. Angel... I want to get out of here. I want to draw... you like my drawings, don't you? I can make more. Please."
Tira came out of the teleporter to find a scene unlike anything she had ever seen in her life. She was no stranger to cites, of course. She was well versed in being able to stealthy move through populated areas, silently navigating rooftops as she stalked whatever unfortunate victim she had chosen to kill that night. But this had been in the 16th century, when the brightest thing at night was hanging lanterns outside homes and on primary streets, and the loudest noise was the sound of a late night traveler spurring on a horse, or a drunk yelling aimlessly as he wandered the streets.
Thus, she was completely unprepared for the scene before her. She was high up, this much she could tell, higher then she had ever been in her life. The air was was blowing very hard, as if she was standing in a storm of some sort. A quick glance told her that there were no other buildings around she could leap to. Indeed, it seemed this was the only building nearby of this height. She could see others in the distance, but there was no way in hell she would ever hope to even begin to jump at them the way she was used to.
Then there was the lights. So many flashing lights, some moving at high speeds, others standing still in the darkness. Some of them looked tiny to her, others on some of the bigger buildings she could see were in the shape of words. At least, that was her guess, given that they were apparently in a language she did not know.
But the most striking thing of all was the noise. So much damn noise. The incomprehensible music, the sirens, the car horns blaring in her ears. All of these things caused Tira no small amount of disorientation as she took in her surroundings. Then she saw the back of the man who she had chosen as her target, and her mind reoriented itself.
Now she had something to focus on. She had her target in her sights, her orders were clear. The rooftop, to her eyes, was a good thing. It was enclosed, provided the man with nowhere to run. And the edges of the roof would be a wonderful place to kick him off of so that he would fall and go splat on the ground below.
Oh wow, we found him already? I thought this guy was supposed to be better then that! She said as she spun her ring blade on her arm a few times as she lifted it up off the ground and assumed her combat stance.
So, let's get started, ok? She said both to Deathstroke and her new allies. No point in dragging it out, right? She saw the man reaching for something on his belt. While she had no idea what a gun looked like, at least not in this time period, she assumed that the man was reaching for a weapon of some sort, and started running toward him. Before she took more then a few steps, however, she jumped up several feet into the air, beginning to spin as she took off, her intent being to close the distance with the forward jump and strike at him from the air.
edited 23rd Jun '15 7:22:46 PM by Meanken
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
The Master groaned as he stumbled out of his lab, followed by a few of the housekeepers carrying enough communicators for the gang as well as blueprints for the nuclear weapon. "Can somebody show this to Teridax when he gets back? I need to go and finally get my own target. Does anyone wanna help me kill a sorcerer? A Mr. Felix Faust." after that, go to bed, Koschei. You can sacrifice that time and you've been up for far too long.
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Vampire Hunter
Zeal & Dalton
Zeal was about to leave with Greed until Tatu stopped them, telling them that something was coming. She sighed, annoyed that she was not going to spend quality time with Greed or tell him what she had planned. However, Zeal did take Tatu's advice. After all, this meant things were going to finally happen.
"Fine then... Sorry, Greed," Zeal walked back over to the central area, grabbed Wilhelmina, and sat down. "You stay near me, my pet."
"One of my Zealots, go get me an Ether from the fridge," Zeal said, ordering them to get her a drink from Zeal that was designed to restore magic power. They soon returned with a few, and Zeal drunk one of them as she checked the computer and took a communicator from the Master. "Let me see what has been happening on the planet with Asgardia at the moment, that is unless Tatu has a better suggestion."
Zeal looked bored as she checked on if anything was happening in Asgardia. Whatever was going to happen had better be interesting to have interrupted her alone time with Greed. However, the Master seemed to be interested in taking on his chosen, a mage named Felix Faust.
"What is in it for me if I went with you to help against Felix Faust?" Zeal asked the Master, slightly bored and annoyed. "Though perhaps we should wait for the enemy on the way first since Tatu is warning us of them."
Dalton also took a communicator from the Master.
edited 24th Jun '15 1:17:29 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
-Anub'arak returns to his normal body to slam his claws into the rooftop, sending a line of impaling tendrils towards the brightly-dressed human. Then he returns to his aerial shape and rushes towards the target.-
Teridax
It would seem that after Ra's made his story known, the cabal acquitted Doom of any suspicion. Good, it was the best outcome. If it had come to it, Teridax was prepared to expose Ahriman in order to save Ra's.
A spike of sudden jealousy caused him to look back at that child currently in front of him. So the child was that eager to please? It was both frustrating and amusing. The Makuta felt intrigued as to the full extent of the boy's powers- just what could he do? How detailed could his predictions become?
Questions and ones that needed time to answer. Meanwhile, he had not forgotten about his appointment in Saranac Lake village. It was almost time and he could only hope that Blackfire still remembered. Silently, an orb much like the one he had used to communicate with the space base and the one he had implanted into Ra's dropped off from his back.
Inclining his head to the boy, Teridax looked at him searchingly. Then, leading the boy by the hand he began to walk down the sewers.
"But where should we go Karata? The heroes are up there on the surface looking for me. If they find me they will try to kill me. As I am right now, I'm not sure I can win in a fight against them. My friends are also taking a while to prepare so for now you should draw some more. I do like those drawings. Also, can you tell me how you saw me coming?
The orb hung in the air for a split second before disappearing down into the tunnels. As the orb traveled, pieces of metal flew to it, or more exactly, the orb ripped pieces of metal off the surroundings. Copper pipes burst and iron bars were ripped out from the concrete.
The orb traveled steadily seaward until at last, it was almost out into the harbor. There, the orb simply melted into a liquid like state and flowed out of the pipes like sewage. With it came a vast collection of junk metal pieces.
Well
As the orb slowly sank below the waves, the metal bits and pieces began to congregate on it, molding themselves onto it and then to each other. Hands formed, a spine clicked itself into place. A metallic chest flattened itself and heaved what seemed like a sigh. Eyes formed a top a head that twisted itself a few time before settling into a comfortable position.
Makuta Teridax
◊ stared down at his new body and flexed his arms.
"Good. Now I can begin."
edited 24th Jun '15 1:49:25 AM by biomechtraveler
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Troy
A union with another Overlord sounded like a splendid idea to Saya. Checking the Mandarin's Memories she saw that whoever it was conquered this Dr. Doom character. Definitely someone she wanted on her side. She nodded to Tatu. "Thank you, I'll set out right now. Please inform them of my arrival." With that she activated Spin, the winds themselves swirling around her, lifting her up. And she took off for Latveria.
edited 24th Jun '15 3:45:05 AM by Azure
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Dipper fan
At the space base
Whether Tira's abrupt change of emotions affected her, she didn't show it. I think I like you already, she said about Tira's enthusiasm. The description of their target did seem familiar to her. She always got on her "letters" info about someone like him the titans always had trouble with.. If that's who I think it is. I guess We'll be doing my sister a favor, she shrugged.
Brazil
Slade... she grinned as she was looking at Deathstroke, while she crossed her arms and waited for Tira and Anu'barak to attack first, before she did her own move.
My sister can't stop talking about you. Let's see what the fuzz is all about, she said to Slade, while leaning on a wall.
edited 24th Jun '15 5:19:54 PM by RPGLegend
Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.
Calamity is a housewife
Greed, Irritated
Well that plan got dashed.
Greed returned to the central area, brow furrowed. Then he remembered why Tatu just called them back.
He said an enemy was coming.
("At least I get to smash some skulls in...that's another way to curb my boredom.")
He looked at Zeal. He did look forward to a good fight, but evidently not her. Greed sat by her, arm around her shoulder, hand caressing her hair, lips close to her ear.
"Soon enough babe. Y'know, there's this human saying, maybe you've heard it once in your old life. 'Good things come to those who wait'. And man...am I gonna make it good for you."
He topped that off by giving her a quick peck on the neck. Of course, this was Greed you're dealing with. A peck on the neck from him looked more like he was just ready to go right then and there.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Tesseract - Retreat is always an option
Tesseract shot one glance at the mist that had sprung up, and then quickly made his way down the tunnel. He ran until he had put a good several hundred meters and a few corners between him and the battle, before stopping and placing the briefcase on a dry ledge.
He wrenched it open, and soon found the (neatly labeled) communication controls.
"Tatu, we require evacuation. Our mission is complete, but Amon is in heavy combat."
Menardi - Space Base Tea Room
Menardi sat back, helping herself to some more cookies as she listened to Tatu's story. However, when Tatu's tale was over, the treats were still untouched.
At first, she was focusing hard on finding loose threads and holes in his story, in case he slipped up. But what he described...it was impossible for Menardi not to sympathize. Once a soldier, she could so easily imagine the longing...the pain...the humiliation...the vindication in the end.
CRACK
Menardi snapped back to reality, and realized that she had been gripping the plate so hard it had snapped in her hands. Hurriedly, she fixed it with a light touch of Venus Psynergy, just in time for Tatu to take her hand.
"That's...a powerful story."
A tad flustered, she didn't know exactly what to say. She wasn't great with words at times like this.
"Where I'm from...we put a lot of weight in loyalty and duty. And I've been a warrior for my village all my life. And...I also know what it means to fall in love on the battlefield, except...that was not a valid path for me. So I appreciate you telling me, and everything stays between you and me. I've never betrayed my orders or my quest, and my loyalty to you is absolute."
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Annoyed Mode: ON
Chase Young - New Toy
Debris, dust and robot parts. That was all there seemed to be in that place. No trace of the nuclear weapons, no massive crater, and obviously no culprit on sight.
But it wasn't long before the Flash brought something. One of the heads seemed to still be working... about as good as expected in those conditions. Needless to say, perhaps it contained something useful, or it could be put to good use.
"Good work," the heylin warrior stated, taking the head in one hand while scratching the panther's head with the other. "I don't think there is much else we can do here. But just in case, take a look around to see if no one else is nearby."
huzzaaaaaaaah
Attilan
There was no response, even as Tesseract began to hear the sounds of complete slaughter coming through the gentle noise of the water running past his feet on the sewer's floor. Eventually, the response did come: a simple and sincere wait five minutes and don't move appeared on the briefcase. And, in eerie synchronization, the sounds stopped.
Not all sounds. The water continued to run past Tesseract's feet, leading to another exit, until the drips and drops of water started to become more constant. The once blue-ish liquid started adopting a red tone as the blood from those who tried to fight against Amon mysteriously entered the sewer. The mystery didn't last for long, as another sound joined the fray: that of bodies being dragged through the wet floor. And then, a splat, as the mauled and unrecognizable body of the fiery Inhuman was thrown across the sewer, landing at Tesseract's feet.
At the other end of the tunnel, blocking the only light source, was Amon. Yet, it was not quite Amon. From his waist down, it still looked like the masked man. But his upper body had suddenly adopted impossible amounts of mass, giving him a hunch-like figure. His sleeves had been ripped to shreds as his arms were replaced with bulbous, red flesh shifting between claw and finger, running against the tunnel walls. But the face, well, that was the most distinctive change. Amon's mask, the impassive look of a careful man, had suddenly adopted life. His mask was his face, its once neutral lips now curving into a sick grin...
Another message came through the briefcase. Take him with you. Once you have him, you'll be teleported. But Tatu did not expect Tesseract to fight this abomination, this Carnage, no... for seconds later, Amon let out a weak grunt of pain and fell forward, the red flesh receding into his body, returning him to normal- save for the ripped parts of his clothes and the fact they were now painted with the blood of others. Even as he tried to breathe, writhing in pain on the ground and waiting for Tesseract to help him, Amon came to a stark realization- his mask would simply not come of. Yet, he could not yell or cry. All he could do was wait for the other masked man's hand to wrap around his arm so they could be teleported to safety.
China
The panther purred as Chase scratched its head, immediately setting off to try and sniff anything human (or not) from the debris.
"Require. New. Programming." The Ultron head continued to repeat. "They. Come. For. You. Chase. Young." It said with the exact same tone, before going back to repeating those other three words. "Require. New. Programming."
São Paulo
Seeing the incoming tendrils from more than a mile away, Deathstroke jumped into the air, actually going towards Tira. When her kick came down from the air, the mercenary was ready for it, and he quickly attempted to grab her leg, spin her around and jump off her belly, trying to send her flying towards the still waiting Blackfire. And whilst he fell to the rooftop, pistols finally in hand, he started shooting at Anub'arak with every bullet he had on his clips.
Space Base
"A suggestion? That I have." Tatu said, slapping his hands on the controls and changing all of the screens to display images of New York. "I may not know who this enemy is, but I know one thing: they are coming specifically to oppose you. Which means they believe themselves to be defenders of humanity, the very same humanity that I wish for you to subjugate. So we shall scrap our previous invasion plan. Now, you must attack this city with all you have... attract these heroes from the woodwork... crush them beneath your heels... and assert your dominance over this world. Is that enough of a suggestion for you?"
"It is a shame the others are not like you, Menardi dear." Tatu said, fondly caressing her cheeks before nodding. "A new force will soon arrive, one unlike the heroes you might have seen so far. This one has the potential to destroy all that we worked for. We can draw it out... destroy it... but only if we have your mind by our side." He held out his hand, waiting for Menardi to take it. Once she did, Tatu would kiss it, before sending her back to the main lobby of the space base, where the other Overlords were waiting.
Washington DC
Karata ran off to grab one of the drawings from the wall, which depicted a big satellite hovering around the Earth. "Sometimes I just get the urge to draw, and sometimes it's things I see in my dreams. That's how I met Mr. Angel! I know you and your friends live here... can I go there? With you? Please, Mr. Angel. I don't want to be here anymore... too many bad memories."
Chase Young - Field Trip
"...Flash, get ready," Chase commanded, after putting quite a lot of thought into his next step. "We are leaving for China at once."
With that said, he headed towards the kitchen, where the only clone remaining was awaiting with a soup can in his hand. After the can changed hands, the clone simply walked out and headed where the rest of the overlords were.
"I need the exact coordinates where the activation was detected," he stated, looking at one of the housekeepers. "The sooner we leave, the better."