Eclipse of the Gods

The pale girl, rather than put away her weapon, simply thrust the point towards Wily's neck. "You would ask me to put away my weapon? Hah! No decrepit old man will ever convince me to sheath Ex... Um... Ex... Ex..."

Her scowl tightened in frustration. "Damn it all! Why can't I remember!?"

edited 24th Nov '11 3:35:30 PM by Moerin

The Master goes to the young girl. "Listen I ask the same thing as the chubby Americain. Hold your weapon as a mirror now."

Stern was ignoring the others, still looking up at the building. She didn't really react to the telepathy...as if she was used to such things. There appeared no ground entrance to this building.

Levi came up beside her,

“Uh...you can't get in.”

Dearche came up on the other side of her,

“At least not unless you can fly.” Levi then looked at the white haired girl,

“Can you fly? You've got wings!” Dearche looked over her shoulders,

“Uh...I don't think so...” Stern glanced at both of them,

“Then we start climbing. I should leave this thing down here-” She started to put down her staff when it started flashing. She stared at the...well, weapon she supposed.

Flame Wing

And then the weird stuff started. A pair of bright orange wings appeared, tiny things about a foot long appeared attached to her feet. She stared at them in puzzlement. And then her feet left the ground as she hovered up about five feet in the air.

Levi stared in astonishment.

“Since when could you do THAT?!” She yelled.

"For your information, whatever I am, I am certainly not a chubby american. I'm merely wearing the flesh of one."

Wily's initial reaction to the girl pointing the sword at him was a shriek, but - surprisingly for both him and possibly for anyone who had been listening to him thus far - his not-inconsiderable bushy grey eyebrows beetled, like small, fuzzy carnivorous caterpillars ready to pounce on their prey. "Now, just wait a second," he snarled, his voice gaining an unexpected steely quality as he jabbed at Saber with an index finger. "I am not any old man, but the great D... W... hmph."

The old man deflated somewhat and shuffled back a few steps, hastily withdrawing his hand as he feared she would lop it off or do something equally as irrational. Stroking his chin, his eyebrows raised, Wily seemed deep in thought, having apparently forgotten about the imminent threat. "How confusing..."

Sektor turned to Dr. Wily upon the scientist's request.

"You have a point," said Sektor. He put away his Pulse Blades. "Considering all the missiles in my chest cavity, I may not need to have my blades out."

The pale girl's scowl loosened ever so slightly, and she moved her blade back to her side, away from Wily's neck. "Pah, there is no honour in slaying a defenceless old man, let alone a senile one."

She turned her gave to the Materials for a moment, noting that one of them had suddenly taken flight. "That is indeed an amusing trick, young one. Pray tell, how does one do that?"

Dragovich turned to Mechakara.
"You dislike Americans?"

The robot in the man suit turned to glare coldly at Dragovich. "I get the feeling I'm not particularly racist. I hate every human."

Flandre, who was already holding the sword still, didn't really move. She did, however, continue to say things about the various people and how thirsty they were making her—the old man was nearly as bad as the Russian, most other people were unappetising for various reasons. She wasn't sure why they made her feel that, though.

Stern answered truthfully,

“I am not 100% certain.” She was honestly amazed she could fly of all things. It was like she had turned off the gravity.

Levi was bouncing on her feet,

“Oh, this is like...25 percent cooler than anything! I want to try that.” She started shaking her axe,

“Come on, you got a jewel just like her staff, do something!” Dearche for the moment was flipping through her book.

“Blank...blank...blank, come on! I have wings for crying-” And then Dearche suddenly shot off the ground and hovered up beside Stern.

“Whaa! I just...flew?” Now Levi looked exceptionally annoyed,

“Oh, no fair! Come on dangit!” She kept shaking her axe.

And then...

Thunder Wing

Levi shot off the ground like a rocket, a pair of ice blue wings crackling with electricity attached to her feet.

“THIS IS AWESOME!” She cried as she rocketed up and around, then zooming low over the ground, she almost collided with the pale skinned girl with the sword.

“Look out Sword-chan!” Levi yelled as she rocketed back up into the air, coming to rest at about thirty feet up.

The Master seems to grab his head as he looks at himself as images try to flood his head. "This... this isn't me. Who am I looking at I know this isn't me!?"

"Oh come on, you can't possibly hate all humans!" Joker said to Mechara after silently sneaking up behind the robot. "Especially the ones you haven't met yet! Don't knock'em 'till you tried'em, I say!" A beat. "DO I actually say that? No idea." He shrugged.

"Hmph," the pale girl merely swayed slightly to the side almost instinctively as Levi rocketed past her. "A most impressive ability indeed." She advanced upon the three girls, her permanent scowl almost turning into what could almost be passed off as a smile. "I find you three young ones to be rather intriguing. I would ask for your names, but seeing the general pattern so far somehow I feel that would be a fruitless effort."

"Oh, but I think I do." He turned to face the clown-face. "I hate their irritating, gleeful habits. I hate their undeserved depression too." He began to advance. "I hate their ignorant hedonism. I hate their smug superiority. I hate their greed. I hate their laziness. I hate that they can create a perfect, undying mechanical being, give it a memories, a soul and a heart, and then expect it to serve them hand and foot while THEY go on with their MISERABLE LITTLE NINETY-YEAR LIVES!"

He paused, looking around introspectively.

"...I seem to have very strong feelings about this subject for some reason."

edited 25th Nov '11 2:20:54 AM by LizardOfAus

Sektor took a look at himself in the mirror, and saw his red armor covering his face- or more accurately, was his face- and his dreadlocks springing from the top of his head. He looked down and saw he was covered in this armor from head to toe. This, Sektor reasoned, meant he could take far more punishment than the average warrior. Considering his missiles, he reasoned he was designed for long range combat. The swords, then, were meant for close range fights. But who was Sektor loyal to? That was his question.

Stern looked down at the girl with the sword,

“I'm afraid none of us actually know our own names.” Dearche nodded,

“And there are big gaps in my memory...I think I should be demanding something but I can't remember what.” Levi was still flying around.

“This is so cool!” She came to a rest with the others. She was looking at her axe as it rested in her hands. Stern made a motion and she came to a rest on the ground, the others following her.

Levi was still playing with her Axe.

“Oh come on. You made me fly! You're already the most awesome thing ever! Do you do anything else?”

It was rather...unfortunate she was standing slightly to the side of the Pale Girl with the sword when...

Scythe Mode

To Levi's amazement, the head of her 'axe' transformed, the handle sliding out, the blade sliding up and out, as it transformed. There was a half second pause before a meter long scythe blade made of ice blue energy suddenly shot out of the end of the axe head...almost taking the pale girl's head off. Stern snapped,

“Watch it!”

Levi had a demented grin on her face that would unsettle most folks.

M. Bison was not having a good day. He had lost Ryu to a rich jerk in a red gi and a friggen schoolgirl! Not only that but Sagat had betrayed him! However, that had been a few days ago, but it had started a wave of betrayals. Cammy and the Twelve Dolls have broken out of their brainwashing and used the Psycho Drive to escape, Vega seems to have disappeared on him, and Balrog had just fled to save his own life. In addition, there are reports of two air force officers having broken into the base... One of them being the infernal Charlie Nash.

Sigh... At least he had sent his soul to reside within Rose for the time being. With Ryu and Cammy both out of the running, his provisions for a spare body had become limited.

The two air force pilots, Charlie and Guile confronted him. Soon the three began the battle, one which would destroy the Psycho Drive. One in which Bison would lose, but at the cost of Charlie Nash's life.

The dictator awoke within one of the pods, struggling to break from the crystals, cables, and wires that had surrounded him. Using his Psycho Power, he broke soon broke free of the cocoon. He adjusted his blood red peaked cap. Spotting the others, he walked over to them and crossed his arms.

"Where am I?" the dictator asked of the others. "I am..."

The dictator thought about this... What was his name? Maybe it was... Vega? Nah, that can't be right. He didn't know his own name and that worried him.

edited 24th Nov '11 5:30:52 PM by GameGuruGG

She had only a split-second to act, but a split-second was all she needed. By merely moving her head just the bare minimum necessary, the pale girl dodged the scythe as it suddenly shot into being.

"Hmph, very intriguing indeed..." she muttered, as she moved a few steps away from the icy scythe. "I have a proposition for you three young ones. Until we regain our memories, I propose... A temporary alliance. How would you feel about that? I admit I do admire your strange powers. They would be very useful in... I can't remember what, but I do know they would have been very useful in it."

Daido was next to look at the mirror. At first, he didn't know what to say about how he looked. He felt like he was about 20 years old, but he looks about 40. He then saw a sign on his jumpsuit. "NEVER" it said. "Never what?" He asked himself.

Zedd clenched his fists through all the bickering. It reminded him of something. Something... annoying. Something that made him slam his staff into the ground and cause it to crack at the site of impact before searching for a hallway or door.

"Enough of this nonsense! We must find the one responsible for the gaps in our memories, and destroy him for insulting us so!"

edited 24th Nov '11 4:33:24 PM by Krautman

Joker stepped away from Mekara in shock and (feigning) concern. "Oh my stars!" the Joker said, "So much anger, such pent up rage, so much hatred towards your very creators!" A beat. "You're probably one of those robots that went CER-RAZY up in the CPU one day after one too many trivial orders and started shooting people left and right!" the clown happily suggested. "Lemme guess, you were just going about your business when a whole line of somethings turned you from a loyal servant.....to a brutal MONSTER!!"

The Joker then came uncomfortably close to Mekara. "Trust me, I know," he said. "I have experience......" the Joker whispered.

Then he heard Zedd screaming. "Oh take a chill pill, ya reject from a autopsy table!" Joker said to the Power Rangers villain. "Or better yet find yourself a meat locker and cool yourself off! You certainly look like a slab of raw steak! Huh huh!!"

edited 19th Dec '11 9:33:56 PM by UdtheImp

Stern considered the pale girls words. She looked to the other two. It seemed that somehow they were a team of sorts. The others seemed to be thinking it over.

“I do not see why not. We are in unknown territory.” Levi nodded,

“Yeah, plus us girls got to stick together.” Dearche was studying her book as words appeared.

“We need to figure out our abilities. Damn this memory loss!” She growled as she flipped pages, trying to figure her own book out.

Stern nodded. She looked at Levi. So...a scythe? A melee weapon it seemed. The brown haired girl wondered if her staff did something similar. She gave it a spin, then looked at the glowing jewel as words scrolled across it.

Blaster Head

The staff's head reconfigured itself, forming what seemed like a tuning fork of sorts, with one tong shorter than the other, with the Jewel in the middle. She raised an eyebrow.

“Alright...what else do you do?” She pointed the weapon away from herself and the others, aiming for the wall.

Pyro Shooter

Four glowing balls of orange light and energy appeared around the staff, rotating around the head of the weapon. Stern blinked. It just stayed that way though. Maybe it needed a command? She said,

“Uh...fire?” The four balls of energy turned into bolts of energy and hurled towards the wall she had been pointed at. The four bolts smashed into the wall and exploded in a wave of heat. When the dust cleared, Stern could clearly see scorch marks and still burning flame. She looked at her staff.

“I believe this will come in handy...”

Sektor wondered if there was anything else he could do. He noticed a panel on one of his wrists and flipped it open. He pressed one of the buttons on the console there, and a jet of flame burst from it, narrowly missing Bison's face. The cyborg then closed the panel and looked into his code to see if he could do anything else. The word "Teleportation" appeared in front of him, although it would not be visible to anyone else. Sektor sank into a pool of green code, reappearing out of another.

Looks like I'm one of the deadliest warriors in the realm of Earth, he thought. He knew he was from Earth because he had once been human.

"Heh, excellent," the pale girl said, eyeing her three new allies' abilities closely. "I'm glad you all see things my way."

As for my power... she thought, her gaze being drawn to the black sword in her hands. If only I could remember its name... Somehow, I just know that if I knew its name, I would unlock its full power... But... What is it!? Ugh, how frustrating!

edited 24th Nov '11 4:57:49 PM by Moerin