Tira could not help herself at this point. She chuckled at Zeal, a dark laugh clearly coming from Gloomy as she tossed her rifle away and picked up Soul Edge. Ohh. Is that what you think, Zeal? That he's unstoppable? That he can crush us like bugs with a thought? This isn't about the god of lies. He may have spurred the wheels into full gear, but this course was set long ago. About a year, in fact. Yes, for over a year now I've been plotting against your precious "God". Planning to kill him.
I don't like being told what to do, you see. I don't like taking orders. I don't at all like being kidnapped from my master without permission and forced to serve some inadequate replacement. I'm not the only one. I've spoken with others. Not the god of lies or Gavrill, no, but others who feel as I do. Who want to be free of this. Who refuse to lie down and become his slaves for the rest of eternity. We even went and killed one of Tatu's brainwashed cronies. Some idiot in black armor by the name of Saruon. And do you know what Tatu did in return? Nothing. Not a word at all.
So tell me, Zeal. If your precious Tatu is so all powerful, so all knowing, if he can kill me with but a thought, then why am I still alive? The answer is simple. Tatu lied to us. He is no god, no higher being, nothing like the beings we used to serve, like Soul Edge and Lavos. He is nothing more then a pretender. His so called "power" he promised you is nothing more then a trap. A final way to bind you into his service forever. Once you take it, I doubt you'll ever get away. And what guarantee do you have that his goals are going to match with yours once he does, other then his word? You yell at me for supposedly believing the god of lies, but have you considered whenever or not your "God" is lying to you or not? Is that a chance you want to take? You know what Lavos wanted, like I did Soul Edge. It's not too late. Loki has demonstrated to me that he can pass between the dimensions. You can still go back to your world once Tatu is dead, serve Lavos again if you want. Or come with me. We can find a better master to serve, a real god. it's up to you. All you need to do is join us. Or would you prefer slavery to freedom?
edited 25th Mar '16 9:57:30 PM by Meanken
Sockpuppet Burst Overdrive
Wamuu, Saranac Ceiling Soiree
The shimmering outline of Wamuu doesn't answer, not at first, locked in furious negotiation between honour and duty; the truth is, had he lacked both, Loki would have been almost a year deceased. It's by a fragile loophole he still possesses his wretched life, borne aloft only by the valour of those he abandoned, and to transition from tolerance to tacit endorsement would stretch it to breaking. Only the grace of Fletcher's orders push him to action, but just barely.
"...Very well, toady one. I shall evacuate our traitor and you shall take pride, for you have chosen the path of valour. I will return to assist you shortly. Fight well."
And, by the scruff of the neck, he lifts Loki from Mordin's beleaguered custody. The traitor winds up deposited on the silver surfboard with every ounce of the respect and ceremony he merits, kept in place by a firm but gentle foot. If he'd had eyes, Wamuu wouldn't have sullied them with the sight of him.
Then they depart, flashing through the air with an unnatural smoothness. Strangely, at least for for Loki, it isn't cold. The surfboard pressed against his cheek pushes back, pushes to the level of the atom, and assures an appropriate ambient temperature. This is the absolute limit of Wamuu's hospitality.
"Fletcher Renn," he broadcasts, after a few moments of practiced fumbling, "I have retrieved our wounded traitor. I shall conceal him at our point of entry, so he may be retrieved as we depart. He is under your judgement. Do as you will."
edited 26th Mar '16 7:28:46 AM by Shin_OG-Sama
Quiet and indiscreet was Mira as he followed the trails of the others to the locale, though in his case he wasn't being nearly as eye-catching. Having stopped along the way to ransack a small second-hand clothing store just outside of the city limits. Having grabbed the most dreadful and unwashed cloths he could, the man wrapped himself up in the layers of clothing until all that remained visible were his grim eyes and the bridge of his nose, everything else hidden away in the unpleasant and heavy furs that was quite carefully arranged to look disheveled and downtrodden. The man had no fear of scanners as the Son of Ultron's powers he had assimilated into himself was more than enough for the task of fooling such things, the nanomachines so complex that it could appear as normal human tissue unless invasive surgery was committed upon the colonel's person.
With his rather eye catching appearance now kept under lock and key, the military man all but changed his behaviors and postures. What was once a ramrod straight back was now bent over and crooked, legs now walked bow-legged, and steps uneven and unsure. It was the difference between night and day as now there was no Mira but simply a gruff and dirty tramp one could find at any street corner in the more lawless parts of the city.
With the mission going the way it was, Mira simply couldn't afford to be kept up by anything. People would see a homeless man walking aimlessly around one minute and when they next looked, they'd see said wanderer disappear as though he was a puff of smoke in the wind. Dark alleys were navigated via GPS as the man steadily walked his way towards the objective, seemingly slow to watchers yet eating up the distance quite quickly in the long run.
The psychic wave gave the soldier pause even as he all but saw the inhabitants moving about in a manner that was most... unsettling and rather violent. His augmented eyes easily saw the nodes implanted on the populace, and he himself acted as though he was under their command as well... and then he struck. Mingling along a throng of controlled people, the man seemingly stumbled... and a small cylinder dropped out of his coat as he did so. The object rolled along the uneven ground for a moment before clicking- and then unleashing what was essentially a strong EMP burst made to try to ruin an Overlord's day.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
Sky, now wisely taking the choice of taking cover:
"What the?"
Sky heard some blast fire from the back. He quickly turned around and saw the orks already firing at one of the statues.
He quickly jumped out of the way.
"Shit! That was close."
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
"Who is this?"
"Well isn't this a surprise"
"I will not repeat my question. Who-"
"It's good to see you alive and well. I was disappointed after I heard about your demise- and at the hands of a second rate warrior at best."
"How-"
"Yours not the task to question why. Yours is the part to do or die."
"Spare me the cryptic nonsense. What do you want?"
"The same that you want."
"I want you dead."
"How awfully blunt. They say that death changes a man, yet you have not changed at all."
"You have three seconds to state your intent before I crush this linkpearl."
"I realise that time is of the essence. I can only guess that you also have been deployed against some of my worthless allies. To tell you the truth I did not expect to come into contact with you specifically but you will do perfectly. I have come to make a proposal- a deal, an agreement."
"It would seem that your chips are down. Coming to me to beg for mercy."
"In a sense. Now listen my good brother; here is my offer..."
Annoyed Mode: ON
Chaika Trabant - Under the Dome
Doing as instructed, Chaika made her way towards the supermarket... until something caused her to shiver. She'd felt something; she didn't know what had caused it, but she could tell it wasn't good at all. It was an unnerving urge to kill, slowly but steadily building up all around her, growing stronger by the second. It was this that caused her to grow significantly more wary and hastily ready her Gandr as she kept walking alongside the other Seekers.
And then a shot rang.
In a mere moment, the people of Saranac had moved to intercept them. Some of them carrying bats and axes, others armed with different kinds of guns. However, there was nothing she could feel from them, except for the murderous intent emanating from each of them. It was almost as if...
"Shield."
The white-haired wizard did not hesitate to aim her Gandr straight up and cast the protective spell, not only to cover herself from the attacks of the citizens, but also from whatever seemed to be affecting them. She was well aware of the existance of mind-control magic in her own world, and she did not need to think much to contemplate the possibility of that existing in that one as well.
But she'd have to handle that later. The generator was the top priority, as well as finding out where their captured friend was. So, with quick yet cautious steps, she walked straight towards the supermarket, using the dome of magical energy surrounding her to try and shove people out of her way.
She was well aware that she wouldn't be able to keep The Shield up for a very long time with the constant attacks, but she didn't need that much time in the first place. She simply needed to get to the supermarket.
edited 30th Mar '16 9:38:32 PM by Katarsus
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
-Ω-
When everything predictably went to Hades, I chewed my lip as Fletcher told me what he wanted me to do.
"Alright I'll move to help, but don't let yourself get pinned for long. We lose all of our momentum here, and we'll either be stuck fighting for a week or die by way of body piling." I clicked my gun back to my vest — I wasn't going to be killing any of these people if I couldn't help it, their day has been plenty ruined without needing my excessive input — and sighed. At least I was strong enough to make some of this quick.
Wamuu took off into the air, in a grand flourish like always. I kept to the ground; contrary to my surfing friend, I couldn't really fly all that gracefully. But I could run like sinners from Thanatos, and wasn't really worried about the weapons being thrown around.
So I took off in a sprint, and let myself start to go faster than any soldier could — not as hard as I could now and not as fast as I used to, I didn't want someone to see through this facemask, but fast enough.
All these brainwashed people were being harassed plenty by Maria, so if they saw an otherwise non-aggressive small man in a mask, they probably wouldn't want to look away for too long. And for those who did, the bullets were things I barely felt. Gods, while I missed my old self, I kinda loved being an asgardian.
So I sprinted through the battlefield, simply knocking through anyone that got in my way, following Wamuu's form. He disappeared down the roof of a building further down, and that's where I went.
"I'm coming in just straight through the front door, Mordin. Don't shoot me."
I arrived slower than he had. Call it being fashionably late. I barged through the door, then turned around and slammed it quickly behind me before I took a quick look around.
"Here. Alright do you want to move to a better place, or should we just start taking down the people shooting? Hurry hurry."
Despite my insistence, when my eyes flickered to the other man in the room besides Mordin and Wamuu, I felt a cold sensation run up my spine and I stopped pressing.
Loki, Thor's brother, was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He was breathing, with some of that strange healing gel applied to his torso, but in obvious pain. I stared for a second, and my face twitched in several emotions. Rage, mostly, but some of it wasn't directed just at him. Some of it was for the people who had put him there — an alien, fraternal feeling of needing to take my hammer and just start smashing those people who had shot him through. Some of it was sorrow. Some of it was relief at finding him alive, at least. And, confusion. Just, lots and lots of confusion. I didn't know how to feel.
Oh wait, I knew how. I should feel complete and utter vindictive satisfaction. I went with that. Or at least that's what I told my face to emulate — it might have had ideas of showing the rest of what I was feeling.
"Well hey, Loki", I rolled a shoulder like it was a casual afternoon greeting to a friend. In that scenario, I was being one incredibly snide 'friend'. "Gee it's been a year already. You're looking good, looking like you made great life decisions. How's tricks?"
I smirked, then it dropped into something a bit more fretting as I shot Mordin a questioning look, quirking my head in the downed god's direction. I hope he got the meaning; 'how is he?'
edited 30th Mar '16 9:31:56 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Baxter Building - Stairwell Scuffle
The fireballs were effectively dealt with by Kitana's tornado and Glacius' ice wall. In the brief moment before the ice wall blocked off the room, the more perceptive might notice that the deflected fireballs briefly illuminated some looming shapes waiting in the shadows of the Level Nine hallway. However, as the Glacius' ice wall took away the line of sight, the barrage of fireballs ceased, and the fire elementals simply waited for their opponents to reappear.
In the meanwhile, the Seekers now faced the wind elementals approaching them from above and below. Ethereal and not entirely corporeal, the see-through humanoids were now close enough to start attacking the Seekers. The ghostly attackers were all vaguely feminine in shape, with long hair. Slashing with their thin, but sharp swords and bashing with transparent force-field shields, the elementals rushed in with fervor. However, the elementals had only been granted the most basic of intellects, and their attacks were uncoordinated and disorderly. Instead, they tried to make up for it with speed and numbers, hoping to drown the intruders in one rush in the limited quarters that the stairs provided.
Baxter Building - Main Laboratory
While all the cameras and similar having been rendered useless with the departure of Reed Richards, Menardi's only way of keeping track of the intruders was through telepathic communication with the elementals. Annoyingly, that was not enough to help identify them, only to confirm that it was a group of humanoids with different powers. Still, it ruled out looters.
With some luck, the elementals might be able to defeat the intruders on their own. Made especially for defending this building, they were equipped to deal with all manners of intruders. But Menardi was not one to trust luck alone. It was best to prepare a little something should they be able to break through. The Alchemist took out a set of Elemental Cores and started assembling a welcoming present for future use.
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
Calamity is a housewife
Baxter Building, Stairwell Scuffle
"We have been cornered."
The Wind Elementals' sudden assault forced Glacius to think fast. While the icy barrier he'd just put up seemed to keep the Fire Elementals at bay, Glacius shot up towards the airborned Wind Elementals, icy exoskeleton being traded in for a crackling, blazing skin in an instant.
"Focus."
The alien's reassurance to himself was followed by a fireball forming in his hand, which then extended into a great tongue of flames, the beam slicing forward towards incoming Wind Elementals.
Six months ago, Glacius struggled with merely compressing fire into a consistent, practical form. Fire was unwieldy, fire was dangerous, and shaping them into simple spheres proved a challenge. But only nine months into his training, Glacius had gotten the hang of firing these beams. As simplistic as it was for his most advanced technique as the Human Torch, he had the luxury of leaving versatility to his powers as Glacius. Essentially, he was two weapons in one, and had the intellect to use them when most effective.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
sword of promised halp
Zelda-Sheik; Kahndaq - Or, Watch Your Profanity
Sheik looked wildly from Dio and Amon, to the statues, and then in no time at all back to Dio and Amon, and then to and fro through the surging street. Her hood was flapping. Her red-blue eyes were bright. Her tresses flew like labrador's tails.
"Is this about the prophecy of the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees? Because if so, I did not know that it applied to statues. But look! Can't you see?"
Thoughts flew all around her like butterflies. Terrified thoughts with frantic wings, tense thoughts with twitching feelers, numb thoughts trussed by all six legs. So many. So bright. So much clearer than Nerile's. She swiped one out of the air. It fluttered in her bandaged hand, keening of a missing daughter, then died.
Sheik frowned, glaring at Nerile as if the Dunmer could see.
"This is too much. How am I supposed to hear with all this noise?"
A chunk of stone as large as Sheik's head crumbled off the roof, like gingerbread pinched by an errant finger. The girl gave the statues a distracted glance.
"If I get rid of them," she concluded sagely, "this commotion will calm itself. And then I can look into that pair of spectacles."
Something like brooding storm-scent roiled through the air. By the first statue, a mind-message hit Bigrench's bossy head like a wet towel. Its query was plain, simple, and completely genuine.
Your explosives are about to explode. Do you like running?
The stone cracked into three blunt shards. The shards filed themselves and rose to head-height.
Sheik waited for the Ork to run. Then she thought.
The thing happened. Molten slag dropped from the air like so many blobs of paint, hardening as it fell. The sound barrier realised its mistake and popped.
The fragments had flown at the statues fast enough to shear through solid steel. One of them had dipped through the Ork's explosives, and still it held enough speed to spear its generator, tumbling and tearing like a massive molten wad.
On rough review, the journey had taken only slightly more than three-eighths of a second.
edited 31st Mar '16 5:16:28 PM by troydenite
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
Fear me
Kahndaq
-The mekboss swings around, looking for the voice in his head.-
Wut? Runnin'? Depends on 'oo I'z chas-
-As the statues explode behind him, peppering the back of his armor with chunks of rock and metal, the mekboss stands in stunned silence for a few moments, pondering what malicious evil could have deliberately distracted him into missing the grand spectacle of a giant conflagration.-
Dere's a Zintchin sumwhere 'round 'ere!
Mancunian Candidate
Nerile, Kahndaq
"Sheik," says Nerile, pressed to new levels of urgency by the stones floating past her head, crushing themselves into sharpened spears "That's not what I fucking meant. Sheik. SHEIK FUCKING DON'T-"
But it's too late.
As the words fall limp back down her throat and the sonic boom dies echoing around the city, four things happen, in a very loose order:
1: The statue explodes into a burst of disintegrated nothingness, an orange nova blossoming into blue as their hidden target decides it can take no more and joins in the fun, dying out into blue sparks and a cloud of something noxious.
2: Urza's contract fulfilled, his protection is immediately revoked. Nerile feels herself thrust out into the cold, away from the comforting shroud and back out into the realms of naked visibility, shivering. Sheik appears next to her, and as the blue dies down into the last few flares, she sees Bigrench and whatshisname standing out like a pair of sore thumbs in the empty plaza.
3: Finesse now a moot point, Nerile peppers the air with racial slurs.
4: The big one, the blonde one, the disappearing one, he freezes. Her eyes return to him habitually, some kind of subconscious threat assessment throwing him at the top of the pile - there are, after all, technically two of him. The one behind his back, floating and armoured, in places almost translucent, it looks down at the Ork and the (just barely) human, inscrutable, head cocked. The man himself traces the sonic boom, the whoosh of motion, and catches her before she can dive to the ground.
Then their eyes meet, red staring into red, and Nerile's blood freezes in her veins. The man smiles something wordless, and she translates despite herself. The slurs dry up in her throat, leaving Sheik as half an orphaned thief-slave.
Got you.
Propelled by the fear shooting up her spine, things are already thrust in motion - a silent plea vibrates through her mind, and a thousand silent watching eyes snap it up. Nerile's ancestors make their play, and she disappears beneath the ghost of a suit of armour, plates of interlocking metal and insect-shell rendered in translucent orange fields. The design is something reasonably close-fitting but inordinately spiky, flaring out around the shoulders and decorated here and there with the indentations of untranslatable syllables. The helmet is a work of inscrutable art, one side a snarling face and the other a quiet contemplation, spreading wide around the top, and plastered in bands with histories not meant for human consumption.
For whatever reason, the helmet is also alight with spectral fire, coming out in plume like an oil-lamp. Sheik asked about that, once, and was told exactly why. She nodded sagely and decided not to ask again.
A weightless gauntlet takes Sheik by her arm and the burning helmet leans in close, doing absolutely nothing. From the corner of her eye, Nerile sees the blonde man slowly and calmly letting his feet leave the roof, and stutters for a split-second.
"Sheik, get us out of here. Now."
edited 31st Mar '16 3:59:56 PM by OG-Sama
sword of promised halp
Zelda-Sheik; Kahndaq - Or, Contemplation of Reality in Four Ponderous Stages
"But I was just getting started," says Sheik sadly.
As the gasp gulps tumbling down Nerile's throat and the Dio rises floating from the roof, four things happen in a very strict order:
1. Sheik reaches into her cloak and removes a nut.
2. Sheik observes the contours of the nut, admiring its wrinkled form for an infinitesimal eternity. Her attention is sucked in, dragged across the deep furrow in its center as if through the trench between the hemispheres of the matter of the brain, mouth peeling open in a perfect 'o.'
3. Finesse now a very pertinent point, Sheik tosses the nut at the floating Dio.
4. The big one, the muscled one, the improbably large-pecced one, he gets the nut. It arcs over, furling as if on an invisible slip-and-slide, then bursts like a light-filled balloon. Her eyes return to him habitually, but there is far too much light. So she turns and smiles brightly at Nerile, then grabs her wrist and bundles her off the roof in the opposite direction. She turns to face the Dio.
5. At some point in between these steps it is revealed that there were in fact twenty nuts.
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
Seiga & Nitori - Hanging Gardens
"Hmm..."
Seiga could not help but muse a bit on the question, trying to formulate a summary from what she knew. The sources she had were Hieda no Akyuu's writings, that bothersome tengu's newspaper, and some assorted hearsay. She did sit next to the ghost that one time, whilst spectating a match between the Crown Prince and the Hakurei shrine maiden. She had gleaned nothing from that though, except that Ms Saigyouji liked rice crackers.
If Youmu was any indication however, she was not the best employer around.
"Well, general opinion is that she's a carefree woman, who leaves all the legwork to her subordinates and is clueless herself what's going on. I've only seen her once, and she was eating something throughout. That said... I don't think someone completely clueless would set up this garden to accurately follow Gensokyo's sixty-year cycle. So she might well be a consummate actor for all I know. Which as you probably have noticed, is not a great deal. She was quite the recluse. Still seems to be in fact, if the comfort and consistent design of this place is any indication. Anyway, here we are.”
Her landing punctuated that last sentence quite nicely. They now found themselves on the smaller of the center discs, just one stairway away from their quarry.
“Remember, be polite.” Seiga said.
“Otherwise we might actually be in trouble.” Nitori concluded.
Toph - Baxter Building
Wait, what? Everything assualting them has to be invisible to her, of course. Just her luck. Gritting her teeth, she dipped into her new powers, shifting her skin into metal.
The sensation was odd, as usual. Just to distract herself from the irritation, she tried to envision her skin changing with it. It was odd, she had memories of Piotr seeing things. She finally knew what people meant when they used colours to describe something, but trying to apply that now, while herself blind, was still a challenge.
When Colossus did this, his skin formed lines and got this sheen. Hopefully it looked menacing on her, cause against living embodiments of air and wind she was not going to be much more help. She tried raising a concrete wall behind her anyway, just to spite their foe.
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable
huzzaaaaaaaah
Baxter Building
"Oh, that's just great!" Sokka grumbled out loud, a loud snikt announcing that he had pulled out his claws. Remembering that Toph couldn't exactly see what was going on, he decided to describe the situation for her. "We've got fire people in the hallway and air people on the stairway! Kitana, Toph's earthbending could clear out a way for us- plus, rock against fire? I'm gonna bet on rocks."
How amazing: even though he had Wolverine's powers, he was essentially useless against these enemies he couldn't slice up. "We can't stay on the stairs for long— those guys are getting closer and closer by the minute! Glacius, keep hitting them!" It's times like these that he wished Aang was still with him.
China
"As if I would need the help of insects—" Blackfire's blasts made short work of two of the bullets, but one of them pierced right through her leg. The bloody gaping wound would have been enough to slow down or at least end the fighting prospects of a normal villain. Blackfire, however, was not normal. Seeing the blood pouring down her leg only made her smile even more. "I expected a worthy enemy..." She proclaimed as she turned towards Hol Horse. "Not a fool who hides behind a weapon!"
Flying through the air, her eyes glowed purple as she began shooting a ray of energy from her eyes. The ray scoured through the earth on its way towards Hol, slicing through building and agent with ease. And if he teleported, Blackfire would just look around in order to try and hit him again, destroying anything on the way of her gaze.
Headquarters
"Yes, I can see that, Desco. And you did a very good job." Tatu patted her on the head, smiling proudly at the little demon. "But I'm afraid, dear Desco, that our friends here are trying to incite a terrifying revolution. They are, essentially, trying to overthrow me. And just when I was so close to turning you into a Final Bos..." He grabbed Desco's hands. "You can't let that happen, dear Desco. Which is why I need you to go out there, and kill anyone who's working with them. Even if they're an Overlord. Kill them- and I'll make you the greatest Final Boss there's ever been."
"Yes, dear, wonderful idea." Loki mumbled under his breath as he tightened his grip around the God Killer, making sure to brush his hair back as he stood in front of Tatu. "Let's relate to the god that wants to kill us."
With Desco taken care of, Tatu turned to the two traitors. "Wasn't it wonderful? Didn't it give you a rush of excitement?" He asked Gavrill, glancing at the little explosion in his hands. "Hm. Killing you two via this would be too... little. You need to go out with a bang. Something for the history books!" He waved his hand wildly before throwing the explosion right onto his mouth, munching it down like one would with a piece of candy. "Little bit sour. I've had better. Now! For your wonderful, amazing and terrifying death—"
Loki ran forward, sword ready to pierce through Tatu's gut, but the god was a thousand times faster than him. With one snap of a finger, Loki froze in mid-air, and all he could do was glance back at Gavrill in frozen terror. "Ahem." Tatu cleaned his throat, glaring at the Norse god. "Please don't interrupt me. I wouldn't interrupt your monologue, would I? I expect some kind of respect, alright?"
With a snap of Tatu's finger, the scenery around the trio was replaced by television static- although, for Desco, it was as if they had just stopped talking and stood completely still. "I want you two to meet my master." Tatu hissed through a malicious grin. "Yes. I think he'll love to dine on your innards." The static continued to fill the room, making it harder and harder to tell what was up, or down, or left, or right. Eventually, it was replaced by a TV studio, with a thousand spotlights aimed at Gavrill and Loki, an unreachable darkness behind the lights creeping up on them. Wires hung from the ceiling, connecting themselves to outlets that weren't there. Cameras focused on empty walls- but the screens were displaying endless piles of bodies, corpses indistinguishable from one another...
Tatu disappeared and reappeared several times- sometimes as himself, sometimes as a child, sometimes as a chopped up corpse- before the spotlights were turned off and he returned, standing besides a television set. Blood dripped off the screen of the television, as the dials spun around wildly, changing from image to image, displaying things Gavrill and Loki had never seen before. Images from their past, from their present, from their future, from someone else's past, several thousand shots of a hellhole consuming an entire city before settling on the grim visage of a decrepit toddler, its green and red skin glistening as though it had just been born.
Tatu knelt before the television set. "Master Omega," He spoke respectfully. "I—"
There was static again, and the pair saw a hand pat Tatu in the face, grip his neck, squeeze his eye out, caress his cheek, everything at once and nothing at all.
shh
i know
i see
Smooth skin covered the place where its eyes should be.
hi
hello
god of lies?
goddess of chaos?
not now right
He laughed, he gurgled, blood exploded out of the screen and onto Gavrill's face, it disappeared, it pooled around the floor. Loki was dead, on her Gavrill's jaw, her teeth clenching his neck, his blood dripping into her throat, and then he was back in his place, safe.
But the look in his eye made it clear: he had never seen anything like this before.
i am omega
hello
sorry for mess
can't help myself
happy?
sad?
Its nose crumbled, live on national television, an unmistakable void visible in its innards, golden chains tightly wrapped around it, breaking all conceptions of reality.
fear?
Kahndaq
As time resumed, Amon's mouth was soon filled with a painful bile, perhaps a side effect of Urza's abilities. He laid on his side, mask disappearing into flesh, as the great dictator spewed forth a mass of blood, half-digested food and parasite inklings. It all writhed and squealed with half-life, before dying off in expectation of the next unholy mass to be vomited from the deepest recesses of the crime against nature and science that was Amon's innards. Once the second mass hit the ground, Amon resumed his natural state, his breathing getting slower and slower as his mask reappeared over his face.
In this position, laying on the ground, he contemplated Dio's form, striking and piercing when placed in front of the shining moon. Not even the disgusting events that had just occurred could disguise Amon's reverence for the vampire. He laid on the ground much like a fair, shrieking maiden, unable to react to the beautiful monster's advances, partly because she lacks the strength and partly because she is enamored with his alluring looks. For that brief second, that unnamed second where it seemed like his empire was about to crumble, all Amon could concentrate on was Dio, his face, their breaths mixing together, the sanctity of their room—
But reality is an unforgiving mistress, and it soon came clashing back with the strength of a runaway train.
With Dio now in the heat of battle, Amon decides that the time for fawning is over. The symbiote bursts through his clothes, enveloping him in all of his Carnage
glory. A smile filled with the method of madness scours through his bloody lips as he lands with a giant thump in front of the Ork, the destroyed statues coloring the skies behind him. "Hello." He growls at Bigrench, each finger turning sharper and sharper. With a triumphant "goodbye", Amon attempts to impale the Ork a thousand times over, essentially turning his body into a modern art homage to dairy produce from the land of the Alps.
Saranac
So that's what it feels like, Zuko pondered. The reaction to the little girl had brought a certain warmth to him, the kind you couldn't just gain from firebending. Was this the kind of feeling he was running away from? Sure, right now, without the responsibility of a title bearing down on him, it was all happy fun times. But how could he be sure that being the Fire Lord would feel just like this?
He didn't have enough time to ponder that question, as the sudden chillness of the air cut down on him. "What the..." Almost instinctively, he looked back at where the citizens were hiding, as if expecting one of them to be injured by the sudden attack. Instead, he was met with a change of alliances, as the citizens turned their weapons on them. Thanks to the Batman's knowledge, he knew what a bullet could do. So Zuko didn't wait long to pull his Uncle back and yell "take cover!" as loud as possible.
"Why are they shooting at us?!" He muttered through gritted teeth. Fire couldn't do much against bullets, which meant all he could do right now was follow Fletcher's orders. "Stay here, Uncle." He warned Iroh, before taking a deep breath and running towards the supermarket, charges slung around his shoulder. Combining his firebending with Terry's acrobatic abilities allowed Zuko the chance to perform moves that would have made Ty Lee gasp in surprise. But still, all he could do was dodge the bullets... it's times like these that he wished Aang was still around.
"Shit. A second Teridax?... goddamnit... Fletcher," Fury responded through the headset. "Should use this chance to tell you that New York's under attack. We don't know who's doing it, but I think we have someone on our side. Not sure how long they'll last against the angry god, but at least it's something... putting up portal now."
altTeridax's response to the pain wasn't a groan, but rather a very malicious laugh. "Parlor tricks once more! I have destroyed entire resistance cells from the comfort of my throne with a blast a thousand times more powerful than this. Damn this body and its inadequacies."' He threw the molten scrap aside, and then turned his sights on the supermarket. "But even with a thousand disabilities, I can still destroy this shameful copy."
With a smile, altTeridax set off into the skies, towards the supermarket, landing amidst the citizens being controlled by Teridax. "Away, ants." He grumbled under his breath, grabbing any citizen that didn't move out of his way and recklessly throwing them against nearby walls, the ground, or anything that would either result on broken bones or death. "Respect your superiors!" He yelled, unaware of the nearby Seekers.
"Oh, trust me, sexual advances are the greatest when you have a giant hole in your chest. Speaking of that, ow." Loki said, poking the areas around the wound. "Walk? I think I can walk. But... probably not for long." He groggily stood up, needing Mordin's support to keep himself from falling face first on the ground. "Argh... there was a time where I would brush this off with so much ease... but, alas, that time is in the past."
Wammu's arrival is enough for Loki to come up with a thousand innuendos, but the wound in his chest is enough to remind him about the harshness of the current moment. "No, Mordin. Let me make this choice— woah!" Lifted up by Wammu, Loki glares at Mordin. "You just couldn't let me have this moment, could you? I'd hit you, I swear I would, if I had something to hit you with. And if a part of me didn't find this situation strangely sexual. "
Loki gave Armani a sharp look, raising an eyebrow right before Wammu departed. "Incredible wit, brother. But you must have forgotten... I'm not that Loki." At least he had a satisfying sentence to end this whole kerfuffle on. That was enough to put a smile on Loki's very, very tired face.
Times Square
Deadpool glanced at the bullet, then at Des X, then at Schala, then at his gun. "Son of a bitc—" The tentacles all hit him at once, sending him flying right into the feet of another newcomer. "You've got to be kidding me," Deadpool growled under his breath as he looked up at the grinning Greed. "Another one? Fine. I'll take care of—"
Before he could fire off another shot, Greed's shadows grabbed him by the legs and tried to split them off. Deadpool, however, was proving more sturdy than usual, all whilst he tried to fire bullet after bullet at Greed, fighting against the ice magic coursing through his veins.
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Fear me
Kahndaq
Sykery ogryns, zinchinz an' now a dancin' panzee. Dat just about puts da metal round fing on it, it does! Zog off, eldar, I'z gots-
-Amon's symbiote flows over his body, turning nails into claws.-
A niddy dancin' panzee. Wut in Mork's name iz WRONG wiv dis planet?!?
-As the creature's claws rip into his mega-armor, the mekboss flicks a switch. With a whine of overcharged motors, electrical surges writhe around the armor and into flesh, slamming into Amon and closing an enormous combat pincer around his abdomen.-
C'mere, niddar! Lessee if yer twice as squishy now!
Saranac
-Too late, Iroh sees his nephew fly off without only his agility to protect him. Both his minds turn to anguish before coming up with a plan. If the assassins are hiding in the buildings, then it falls to him to remove them. Looking for an open window, he start throwing fireballs under Zuko's path to disrupt their fire until he is clear.-
China
-As Blackfire refuses his aid to concentrate on one of the Seekers, Anub'arak forces his necromantic powers through his minion. S.H.IE.L.D.'s dead rise up, turning their weapons against their former comrades without a word. The corpses too badly mangled to serve collapse on themselves as beetles devour their flesh to feed their growth. The carrion beetles then turn their mandibles to the remaining Seekers, as streams of insects rise from their hiding places into the sky.-
edited 3rd Apr '16 6:26:44 AM by Chabal2
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Mordin Solus - Saranac
"Stable, but requires attention." Mordin answered Armani's wordless question.
Without another word, Mordin's hand went to his pocket, and two glowing purple rectangles were retrieved. He threw both at one of the building's walls, blowing a hole in it and a hole in the building opposite.
"Snipers require distance. Best available tactic is to close distance. Building will provide cover."
And with that, he leaped out of the building they were standing in, straight into the one opposite. Subsequent explosion sounds showed that he wasn't waiting for Armani to catch up.
Eventually, after several buildings, they ran into a stroke of luck: the two snipers, now easily recognizable as twins and clad in black, coming down a stairway. After only a second of staring, they both dropped their rifles, and pulled metal cylinders from their belts. They were too long to be grenades, too short to be batons, and Armani may have found something vaguely familiar about them-
Until beams of plasma lanced upwards from each cylinder with a very familiar Ffffkrrrrshhzzzwooooom, forming the sword to the cylinder's hilt.
Baxter Building - Stairwell Strife
The Seekers' offensive and defensive efforts had a degree of success. The wind elementals' thin blades were ineffective against Toph and her organic metal skin, failing to break through the Earthbender's protection. When the blind Seeker in addition threw up a concrete wall, the powerful defensive earthen effort won out in affinity against the Jupiter-elemental attackers, blocking off a whole avenue of attack.
While Toph was taking care of their defences on one front, Glacius' fire powers were performing well against the attackers bearing down from the other side. While wind-fire matchup was neutral when it came to Psynergy, the wind elementals were still quite fragile. Wherever a searing streak of flame hit, the elemental was effectively wiped out, leaving behind only a whisper of surprise as it dissipated into its constituent element. However, the wind elementals still had their agility, and some even managed to shield themselves from the brunt of the attack with the use of their forcefields. So while Glacius managed to thin out the ranks, the remnants regrouped and prepared for a fresh assault.
Because reinforcements were on their way. Having mobilized at the same time as their wind companions, they had been left behind by their fleet-footed allies and were only now starting to enter the stairwell. From the other doorways in the stairwells, air duct vents and even the smallest cracks in the wall, the water elementals were arriving at the scene. With their extremely pliable water-based forms, these beings of Mercury Psynergy shifted their transforming body mass to make their way into the stairwell, ready to assist the wind elementals.
The effect of their arrival was immediate. While not assaulting the Seekers physically, the water elementals worked together with the wind elementals to set a large-scale Psynergy attack in motion. The temperature in the stairwell plummeted, and with the combination of temperature-conducting wind and a sudden increase in humidity, ice started to grow on the walls. The breeze that the wind elementals had brought started to pick up as well, and the biting cold would soon start assaulting the Seekers. And if left unchecked, it would only grow worse, as the two teams of elementals were effectively creating a miniature blizzard within the stairwell.
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Yo, yo. China here!:
It took Sasuke a while to get the disorientation out of his system.
That was before he saw the living dead.
"Oraa!" Sasuke hurled his shurikens at their heads while he drew out his katana to charge at them, slashing at their necks to lop off their heads.
In Kahndaq now:
Sky rushed over to the demolished status in order to check if they were destroyed or if the generator was still intact.
"Need to..." Sky grunted as he began to clear the debris, hoping that the generator was already smashed up.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
The Mighty Pen
The results of Urza's handiwork were mixed, the planeswalker noted, but for now, still in their favor. His gambit to restrain Amon had failed, but he had learned a little more about Dio's capabilities. More importantly, the generator was down. If they could take out these two targets, they could then move on to assisting the other teams. And now that Amon's attention was occupied by the ork, he could try his other ritual. But first.
"Kahndaq target destroyed," he spoke into his omnitool, alerting the other teams to their success, "Engaging targets. If your situation is critical, we can support."
Then his attention turned back to the task at hand. Dio was busy engaging Sheik and Nerile. His time-stopping power was impressive, but of no avail against something that could not be escaped so easily. The artificer turned his attention to the fabric of time around Dio. White mana tendrils snaked into it and teased it apart, then flared with power as the ritual spell
took effect. If it worked, it would require continuous effort on Urza's part, severely limiting his actions in any other respect, but he could imprison the dark god outside time in a cage of light.
At the same moment, he sent a mental command to his artifacts, which hummed softly as they awoke. The holographic camoflauge units powered on and they vanished under random shifting patches of color and light, making it harder for them to be hit. The runners stayed where they were, he had no use for them at present save to provide an impression of inflated numbers. The scorpions' legs shifted, sturdy feet opening into wheels to carry them across the flat square at speed, towards Amon and Bigrench, pincers and bladed tails raised and open for the red monster he had become. The pumas, as one, turned and raced for Dio. They could climb stone walls as easily as any tree. If nothing else, they were a distraction.
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A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Headquarters
"Did I hear that right? You have a master? Ah, of course, I should have realized! As if a bungling fuckwit like you could ever in a million years have done something like this all by yourself-''
Any repartee Gavrill might have delivered was quickly cut short by what happened next.
"Hrrnh?"
She managed to bear the shifting scenery with an almost admirable equanimity, even managing to retain her compusure when she beheld the images from past, present and future (those that she could recognize, at least) but whatever she might have been expecting Tatu’s master to be, nothing that her own particularly twisted brain could conjure had even come close to approaching… that.
"I don't... I don't understand..."
She stared at the creature before them with total bafflement, as if she couldn't quite wrap her mind around what she was seeing. She tried to speak, but was reduced to gawking like a fish out of water, almost choking on the blood that filled her mouth.
"It-it-"
Then, Gavrill approached the apparition in front of them as though in an awestruck trance, and reached out her hand to touch it.
"-it's beautiful."
Desco - Home Base
Desco listened intently to Tatu. It didny happen often and she was happy to take new orders. Now she was estatic at the chance to fight some real enemies.
"Desco is dispatching!" Desco said. First she lookes curioualy at how they had stoppes moving at all. Strange, but Desco had a job to do. She opened up a chaos portal next to her and brought herself back to Times Square.
Desco and DesX - Times Square
Schala of course had been telepathically told the whole thing but DesX did not have that with Desco. She said, "Desco has new orders from Mr. Tatu to eliminate all who stand against Mr. Tatu, Overlord or not!"
Desco held out one hand and shot several blasts of chaos energy at Deadpool. She said, "You two should come with Desco!"
DesX said nothing in response, but Desco called to Greed. "Hey Greed! Desco was told to kill everyone against Mr. Tatu even if they are Overlords! Let Zeal know kay? Mr. Tatu has already captured Gavrill and Loki!"
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Saranac Market
For the gallant Maria running rampant, her efforts were at first rewarded. Those she had stabbed with the soul blade collapsed to the ground like puppets with cut strings, their guns clattering to the ground- useless. But soon the mage was met with more concentrated fire- whoever her efforts were directed to had obviously taken notice, and was now acting with supreme tactical advantage. The gun wielding civilians began forming tight knit circles, creating rings of smoking barrels around the militia. The civilians covered each other with a practiced ease that only came with expert training. No longer the disorganized mob, Maria's job was now infinitely harder. She could no longer simply leap into a group of gun wielding men and not expect to be peppered full of holes, but she could not stop moving either- she was being trailed by several rivers of hot metal. Stop and she was dead. Attack carelessly and she'd die.
Close by, a powerful electromagnetic burst fried the circuits of nearly half the city. It too was an attack directed towards the horde of armed civilians Teridax had under his thumb. Unfortunately for both Maria and Mira, their day took a turn for the absolute worst. The EMP did not bring down the populace as expected; though a few civilians fell to the ground unconscious, the majority simply turned and stared at Mira- now truly the odd one out. A few seconds later and the war veteran would be facing a hail of gunfire. As for Maria, if she had the time, she would see her own handiwork twitch and then climb back to their feet- like the zombies of old. Five seconds later and they were armed and firing. For it was no simple trick of mind control, nor some brain altering technology that Teridax had put into place. Within each civilian's neck there was a metal node and within that node was a chamber, and housed in that chamber was a few milligrams of Makuta essence- Teridax's essence. While each piece was but an infinitesimal fragment, what they formed when put together was nothing short of incredible. For each citizen acted like a single neuron cell- unable to do anything on their lonesome. Now Teridax had connected the dots, with himself as the linchpin. Biologically speaking, and only in the most abstract of terms, it could be said that the seekers were currently standing inside Teridax's brain.
Half a kilometer away, the sniper reloaded. The boy had some sort of kinetic barrier- it would be foolish to waste another shot on him. She shifted on her knees, her sights now tracking the movements of some of the other seekers.
First priority: Maim.
Second priority: Detain
Third priority: Capture
Final resort: Kill.
Looking down her scope, she relaxed her posture and locked on. Then, silent as the night, she sent a spine crushing bullet towards the fire bending boy who was getting too close for comfort towards the markets. Half a second later she had reloaded and fired once more, this time delivering a shield cracking shot at the girl with the ridiculously big sniper rifle.
Teridax
The Makuta watched as the carnage unfolded. A few seconds ago, half the city lost it's power, thanks to a ground based EMP. Already he had located the perpetrator- a man swathed in rags and slinking into the shadows. His mouth twitched as Maria managed to bring her soul sword crashing down on yet another puppet soldier- a pain, but a trivial one for now.
Reaching down, Teridax drummed out a rapid series of commands into his console before pressing his hand against the silhouette of a large red button. There were many large red buttons on his command console, but this one was made to order. A communication link opened up to Tesseract- it was time the old Russian knew the game.
Tesseract
"Ah yes, good to hear from you my friend. I trust that negotiations with Sinister has gone well? But that is beside the point. It would seemed that our good seekers of the multiverse have come back from the dead. I suppose you should be shocked- as am I. However, with Fletcher Renn, Zuko and Maria running rampant in my city; and having personally spoken to my brother Makuta Icarax, I can no longer deny their return."
There was a burst of static, before the Makuta resumed.
"I do not know what they are after- Fletcher mentioned something about a generator. I am sure that if they came from the dead to destroy it, it must be rather important. As to why this generator is so vital, I can only speculate, though I've always wondered how Tatu got rid of all the world's heroes. In other news, it would seem that the seekers have deployed against me an alternate version of myself who is now hell bent on my destruction. Intriguing, but not original. Now my good Tesseract, in lieu of recent events, I suggest you evacuate the premises as fast as possible. I fear the situation is about to get, well, rather nuclear."
Fletcher
As the replacement winter soldier barked commands to his team mates, he would hear a soft chuckle behind him to his left. Lo and behold, there stood the Makuta himself. Yet soon Fletcher would find that it was merely an image, and one that did not belong to the physical plane.
"Hello Fletcher."
The image flickered as Maria rammed home her blade on yet another gun toting civilian.
"Might we have a little chat? I am here with a proposition- a bargain, you could say, to get both of us out of a sticky situation."
The phantom smiled, flickered, and continued.
"You see, there has always been dissension among the ranks of Tatu's generals and now your appearance- the re-entrance of the seekers and their allies- is set to create for us the perfect storm of civil war. Now there is a saying that a house divided is a house that falls- I suspect that might now be what happens After all, it is only fitting that the heroes should win in the end- why should they not? You've all gone to such trouble coming back from the dead and even getting some nice new powers. I applaud the effort- nay, endorse it. The point of the matter is, I'd rather be on the winning side- who wouldn't be? It may be a matter of life and death- I'm sure those I crushed with the aircraft carrier would be more than happy seeing me die a villain's death. So now I'm offering you a bargain- I'll destroy this precious generator you seem so intent on annihilating with a few ballistic missiles and you can do me a favor my killing this faux Teridax you've set on my tail."
The phantom smiled.
"I have no idea why you want this generator so much but it must be important, so I'm going to up the stakes and say that if you reject my offer, I'll make sure you spend the rest of your afternoon cooking in nuclear hellfire. But why would I want to roast my perfectly nice kingdom just to get you off my case? Kill that Teridax for me and I'll let you destroy the generator- after all, there is always collateral damage in warfare, and you've just declared war on me."
Somewhere close by Alt!Teridax made his grand entrance.
"Well?" Said the phantom. "Can we reach an agreement?"
Alt!Teridax
The clock ticked two seconds after the alternate Teridax landed before a familiar voice whispered in the Makuta's ear.
Not so fast my friend. Look around you- are those Seekers you see? Oh yes, but of course- I haven't killed them yet in this universe, incompetent fool that I am. I know that your first instinct is to ignore them and come after me, after all, why not? You've sold your soul to them already seeing that they've provided you transport. But consider this, when your fight with me is ended and the ash has settled over my corpse, what will happen to you? Make no mistake- if you come after me now, I intend to put up quite the fight. I will leave you not even the ashes of my base to triumph over. And then, when you are weak, and tired, and triumphant and All. Alone. The seekers will come after you. They won't kill you, oh no, they'll hand you over to SHIELD and then they'll lock you up in some back door pocket dimension to rot for all eternity. Or perhaps Tatu will come to avenge one of his favored overlords- that would be even worse, won't it?
Bullets bounced harmlessly off the Makuta's chassis while the voice in his hear took a break.
Now how about this- you kill those seekers with me, wipe their existence off this planet for good, and I'll give you overiding access to my mainframe. You will have everything I own- my war machines, my laboratories, my citizens, my place among the overlords. Or you can throw that away and just kill me anyway- I don't care. After all, you are me, and there is nothing I trust in reality more than myself. But first, help me deal with the seekers, these vultures that will be after your flesh sooner or later. What say you?
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Fletcher - Saranac Rooftop
Well, they were blown. They were totally blown. After a small amount of mental stuttering, and a spike of fear, Fletcher responded. Strangely, despite Elsa's depiction of him, the response Teridax got was... almost robotic. As if he was letting some sort of trained response take over.
Your plan is desperate, and flawed.
One shot from Winter. Fletcher zeroed in on the general location, five hundred meters out if they weren't disguising the report of their weapon. There was only a few viable locations at that range.
You don't know how we came back to life. You don't know if it's repeatable, and you're betting your life and your relationship with Tatu on the possibility it isn't. Destroying Saranac means destroying the generators. If we can come back again, then you just completed our mission for us. If we don't, then the rest of the team moves on.
A second shot from Winter, and Fletcher had his target. She stood out against the skyline, her uniform not camouflaging her in this urban surrounding. Fletcher returned the sniper rifle to his back, and stood up straight.
You're desperate enough to tell us that the Overlords are in a civil war. Between us and the second Teridax, you're terrified. You think you're going to lose this fight. Thank you for your estimation of our chances.
Fletcher silently slipped out of existence on this one rooftop, and appeared on the one Teridax's Winter Soldier knockoff had taken her perch on, right next to her. Fletcher swung low with his left hand, palm open, in a move aimed to drive the faker up through the air, across the roof. The hand was much stronger and firmed than any human-looking arm had a right to be, and with the hologram on, it looked entirely human.
By the way, tell your faker that she should change her location every shot. I guess her League of Shadows training didn't cover that. You should also vary her training, her style makes it obvious who trained her. Maybe Tesseract could have given you a Hand with that.
Fletcher's inner voice had changed, more jokey, more jovial. It was almost as if two different people had been speaking, despite thinking with the same voice.
Surrender, and I promise your death will be quick.'
And like, inner-mind-voice was back to robotic. Teridax should be able to tell it was the same person both times, but there was a stark difference between the two personalities. Like Fletcher was falling back on a pre-trained response. His omnitool lit up again, relaying one last message to the team.
"Wamuu, drop him off through the portal, then go assist Zuko with the explosives. Everyone else, prepare to pull back, Teridax is threatening a nuclear response. I'm engaging the Winter Soldier."
Tesseract - Saranac Dump
"Teridax, that is an unwise decision. We must protect whatever they are here to destroy. Deploying nuclear weapons is inadvisable. I will engage."
Oh what a day. Oh what a lovely day.
The Seekers returned, some of his fellows in open revolt, and he had finally made use of his year-long gambit.
Finally, a challenge.
Mr. Sinister was sent to Antarctica in a flash of light, and in his place stood Sy Duir, his work with the Molly Hayes complete. There was a grimace across his face. Obviously something was wrong, but he didn't push the issue. If he felt he was fit for combat, then his help would be accepted.
He lead the way out of Sinister's lair, back into the rancid air of the dump. There was a radio burst, and a plea for assistance from their snipers. Apparently, their targets were receiving backup. A group of four split off, heading in the direction of the Snipers, while the rest followed Tesseract towards the sound of gunfire.
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They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Zeal, New York Skies
Unfortunately for Tira, Zeal did not seem to want to remain still, so when Tira attempted to blast her in the head, Zeal had moved just enough that she ended up shooting Zeal's arm off. Zeal blinked a few times, noticed the missing limb and then regrew said limb... After all, Zeal was a homunculus like Greed. However, being shot and regenerating her arm did seem to take some energy from her. However, Zeal looked even more peeved off from being shot and finally spotted Tira with the smoking gun as it were. She broke off from her attack of the traitorous forces and landed in front of Tira.
"Why did you shoot me?" Zeal said, her rage just barely restrained. "You do not seriously believe Loki, god of lies, or that Tatu cannot just squash all of us like bugs, do you?"
Schala, Times Square
When Des-X took the shot, Schala began casting more magic on Deadpool.
"Mega Ice!" Schala yelled as she began using her magic to try to freeze Deadpool solid. After all, trying to cut or burn him was failing so she decided to try to freeze him solid now.
Maria, Saranac Markets
As soon as she felt the psychic wave wash over her, Maria had the ethereal Soulsword out and at the ready. She soon used a stepping disc to teleport behind the man who had just tried to shoot her and then stabbed him in the head with the Soulsword... It would not harm the man as he was not a magical being, of course. However, another one of the Soulsword's powers was the ability to completely disrupt psychic signals and damage them. Teridax would feel the pain of being cut off from controlling this man's mind. Maria would then teleport again. It would take a while, but she was going to free all the minds of this place from Teridax's control, and he would feel each stab of the Soulsword as if he were being injured from it.
B.B. Hood, China
B.B. Hood quickly jumped to avoid being shot by Blackfire's purple blasts, "Someone take care of her!"
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