A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

Blink was instantly struck with horror. She realized that she must've missed, something must've happened, her naginata must've struck Lambda instead of Digamma. She rose to a sitting position, shuddering.

"I... I... oh... oh god... M-mister Lambda... I... I'm so sorry, I didn't... I was trying... I was trying to stop D-Digamma, I d-didn't mean to..."

Blink was on the verge of tears. There wasn't really much she could articulate beyond that.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

"She didn't mean to harm you, Lambda," said Sub-Zero. "She speaks the truth. She was aiming for that pitiful excuse for a Nomad, Digamma."

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

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Hohohohhohohooohh... Oh You Funny Little Man, I Am ALL Nomad.

— The large column of fibres abruptly turned to the white static-like distortion that made up the Militantiaries. Something black and gleaming slashed a swathe through the cloud of butterflies from one side, then one second later, the other. Ten long gloved fingers spidered out from the sides before pulling back. —

Go On, Girl. Pick It Up. It Won't Help, But You Might As Well.

—The distortion vanished, and there, standing nine feet tall, was Digamma. Four heavily muscled arms worked in the air, two of those gloved hands carrying identical scythes. White robes clung to his form closely, an odd golden gate set into the centre of his chest, an opening cut in a large white tabard bearing the word ἐπίσημον.

The head was enveloped in a helmet made in the style of an ancient Greek warrior, ostrich and peacock feathers set into the crest, the golden eye roving back and forth between eyeholes. The familiar rictus grinned down at them all, black blood staining the teeth. The voice that issued forth had the booming volume of an artillery barrage at full tilt. —

I Am Digamma Episemon, And I Will Make You All KNEEL Before The Punishing God Who Stands Before You, Insects, Mongrels, And Traditores.

— Two of those hands opened up palm outward, each blasting streams of plasma worthy of a sun at the Challengers and their allies.—-

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—Far below, space tore open...—

"Look out!"

Spriggan shoted, trying to dodge the plasma while firing the CAR-15 at Digamma.

"Hey you crazy god! Eat this!"

Sub-Zero backflipped out of the way, leaving an ice duplicate to take the plasma shot. It shattered, but didn't quite stop the plasma. Sub-Zero continued flipping around to avoid the plasma, leaving ice duplicates wherever he could.

Eventually, he backflipped off the wall. He had gotten away from the plasma, but he had left plenty of ice lying around. He used it to create no less than four ice grenades. He gave one to Blink for her to throw, gave another to Spriggan, and held on to the other two.

edited 21st Jul '11 6:44:18 PM by TestYourMight

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

The Doctor chuckles. "Really Digamma? You're a God now? You took the powers of a Reaper. Your ego then told you that you became a God."

The Doctor starts to run away from the plasma.

edited 21st Jul '11 6:43:50 PM by Fusionman

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

"If anyone is to do the punishing, it's us!" Narumi said after ducking out of the way of a blast.

edited 21st Jul '11 6:30:30 PM by Psyga315

Rey leapt to get out of the way, starting to breathe harder, trying to stay clear of the attacks. He snarled slightly, picking up the sword and starting to try and move closer to Digamma, eyes flashing red as he did.

Easing back into life one step at a time

"Oh, will you shut. Up!" Lambda roared, eyes blazing with an intense silver light as he turned to face Digamma. Again, one of those oscillating octagonal barriers sprang up before him, shuddering slightly as it took the intense barrage of plasma yet holding firm nonetheless. "Am I supposed to be impressed by such a redundant name or the fact that you finally decided to put a helmet on, dog?"

As he spoke, sparks of silver energy began to wink into existence around his mangled left arm, swirling around the ruined limb like dozens of glittering grey fireflies; though few at first, their numbers swiftly began to increase at an exponential rate, and as they gyred and mingled in such close proximity to his shorn limb the bleeding suddenly stopped altogether.

At this point, the argent deity's voice suddenly echoed within Rey's head, inaudible to all but the luchador himself. Be ready, Mysterio; in short order I shall be giving you a little something. I would have done this myself, but considering the damage to my arm I am no longer qualified to the task—and so it falls to you...

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Rho, for her part, continued to support Lambda, glaring at Digamma from behind her husband's octagonal shield.

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Far below, the silence of sundered space was abruptly broken as a low, dry chuckle filled the emptiness.

"I had almost forgotten about you..."

no sooner had this rasping, oddly-inflecting voice fallen silent than something vast, massive and barely visible took hold of the one currently wreaking such damage upon the fabric of the space-time continuum and, with a single light tug, pulled the space-tearer away from what they were doing. The seized sunderer of reality would then find themself in a dark place that was at once similar to their previous environs, yet at the same time different on some subtle, fundamental level.

The Danse Macabre Codex

Blink, still distraught, teleported out of the course of the plasma stream, and sat to the side, shuddering.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

Rey nodded at the voice, dropping low quickly and scooting off a bit, staying as close to the ground and unnoticeable as he could.

Easing back into life one step at a time

Sub-Zero walked over to Rey.

"What's wrong?" asked the ninja.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"Just keep yourself alive and hopefully we'll find out."

Easing back into life one step at a time

Spriggan took the ice grenade Sub-Zero handed to it after he temporarily stopped firing the CAR-15, crouching on the ground.

"Will do," said Sub-Zero. "I'd suggest you rest for a bit longer. You almost burned yourself out with the shadow powers."

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

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No...

—The giant crossed his scythe-bearing arms, the blades shining brightly.—

I Merely Ask You To Die, Preferably On Your Broken, Sorry KNEES!

—The scythes slashed in an X-pattern across the shield, which shattered. Digamma punched an anvil-like fist into the midst of the Challengers where the barrier fell, anyone within two meters of which experiencing that mock shellburst effect.—

Finally Run Out Of Quips, Mortal In A Worthier Entity's Body?

—The cavernous maw opened up in a laugh.—

Or Do You Have Some Sort Of PLAN, Ikari Shinji?

—Blasts of burning light roared from the single eye at Rey and Subzero.—

He Really Didn't Tell You What An Effort We Were Part Of, Did He, kid? What A Fun GAME It Was...

—From the massive shoulders unlatched a pair of white gilded machine cannons, to fire at the Challengers most resembling soldiers, professional or otherwise. The bullets fired on him impacted on the tabard, but all that achieved was microtears in the fabric. —

edited 21st Jul '11 7:57:39 PM by Colonial1.1

Rey managed to throw himself out of the way, rolling across the ground as he landed, tucking his sword away in it's spot, concentrating on focusing his breathing, trying to stay ready.

Easing back into life one step at a time

Narumi was attacked by the X-shaped attack and leaped in the air in damage, complete with sparks all over his body. In slow motion no less. And with him screaming out in pain.

Sub-Zero dodged Digamma's attack.

"Digamma," said Sub-Zero, "if you're going to make such a big point of what he didn't tell me, why don't you just tell me yourself?"

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"Cover me!"

Spriggan rushed at Digamma, hurling the ice grenade at Digamma's left shoulder-mounted cannon.

Durant assisted Michael to direct LMG fire at the right shoulder-mounted cannon while he tried to chuck another frag grenade at it before hurling a couple of smoke grenade near Digamma to distract him.

edited 21st Jul '11 8:57:23 PM by Ominae

Sub-Zero sent his ice grenades straight for Digamma's feet.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

At this point, Bowser bounced off of Digamma's head, yelling things Blink shouldn't know.

And in the back of Digamma's mind, he would feel the faintest of a presence, and hear the faintest of whispers...

   "You shouldn't have done that..."   

To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up

Though Lambda staggered under this blow, the silver Nomad's smirk was once again back in place. "As a matter of fact, I do have a plan," he replied, the motes of silver light whirling in greater and greater agitation as he spoke. "Simply put, it is to put a rabid dog down. Nothing personal, old boy; it's just that the sight of your fetid, mould-encrusted carcass makes me want to gag in sympathy."

A sudden wave of pressure exploded outward from the argent deity's body as the finlike pylons protruding from his armoured shoulders abruptly shattered, and his hunched form was suddenly engulfed in a blazing corona silver-white radiance; simultaneously, the specks of silver light whirling around his sundered left arm abruptly coallesced and adhered to Lambda's exposed bones and sinew, this strange energy construct shaping itself into a reasonable—if entirely silver, translucent and glowing as opposed to a grey so dark that it was almost black—facsimile of the missing portions of his hand and forearm.

"As for getting down on my knees and being broken," he continued, grimacing faintly as he flexed the fingers of this temporary prosthesis (an unpleasant sight to behold, for anyone nearby who happened to be looking as he did so would be able to see the bones, arteries and musculature of his natural arm through the gleaming depths of this energy-derived extension), "That simply isn't going to happen. You should know one thing about me by now, Digamma—assuming, of course, that your disgust hasn't blinded you to the point that you can only see what I was instead of what I have become."

With obvious pain, Lambda lifted his left arm out towards Digamma, hand open and palm facing outward, and then braced his legs. As he did so, a simple pair of silver goggles materialized over his brow, and a simple forward snap of his head brought the protective eyewear into their proper position.

"I. Never. Give up."

And with those four simple words, spoken with such conviction and strength of will, the argent deity curled his outstretched hand into a loose fist—and then the entire ballroom was suddenly awash with intense silver-white, a beautiful sound like a choir of celestial messengers harmonizing a single drawn-out note filling the air, as a scathing torrent of what could only be described as the primordial flames of a cosmological furnace—far hotter and more destructive than the plasma of any star—erupted from Lambda's knuckles with so much force that the recoil actually drove him almost three feet back, his armoured soles gouging deep furrows into the broken floor as a result. This tight lance of coruscating silver flames streaked towards the golden Reaper at a maddening speed, leaving him little time to dodge; exposure to such a conflagration, while not necessarily lethal, would still be indescribably painful and damaging for Digamma even in his transformed state, and attempting to swallow it up as he had done with Rho's reflected energy beam would do nothing but grant himself a quick and agonizing death, immolating himself from the inside out. More to the point, however, was the fact that—while the fires were indeed eye-wateringly bright and near-blinding to all those present—on Digamma the effects would be concentrated considerably due to the fact that it was streaking right towards him; while it might not rob him permanently of his sight, at the very least he would be rendered blind for some ten-to-fifteen seconds.

And ten to fifteen seconds was more than enough time for what Lambda had in mind.

As he unleashed this blazing torrent upon the golden Nomad, Lambda—his motions obscured by the intense radiance focused around the emition point of this cosmological conflagration—let go of the hilt of his heavy sword; then, before it could begin to fall over and alert anyone to what happened with the sound of it striking the floor, he opened a small portal into that dark place directly beneath that hulking grey slab of a weapon; the circular patch of shadow swiftly gobbled the blade up, and it closed immediately afterwards.

It is coming, Mysterio, the argent deity's voice echoed once again within Rey's mind this telepathic communication masked so as to be both undetectable and—on the off-chance that someone did detect it—indecipherable to an outside mind. It will emerge from the floor on whichever side corresponds to your dominant hand. Do not be daunted by its apparent size and weight; you will be able to carry my gift without difficulty. Do you understand?

edited 21st Jul '11 9:35:48 PM by SullenFrog

The Danse Macabre Codex

Rey nodded imperceptibly from where he was still crouched, murmuring softly as he did so. " Estoy listo. "

Easing back into life one step at a time

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I See Exactly What You Are, kid, And Your Father Pulled It Off With More Style!

— The left scythe sliced towards the beam after gathering some distortion to it, halving it so that while the sides of his head and neck would be hit, his helmed face would be only boiled. Still, the flash seared his divine equivalent to a retina, as intended.

The ice grenades that struck immediately had their effect negated by Lambda's attack, however the bullets managed to disrupt the aim of the cannon they were directed at. —

Reminds Me Of The Time Some One Blew A Star Cluster At Me Just About Point Blank.

—Right scythe and left palm turned to point directly at Rho, then fired a twisting spiral of golden death and white plasma at her, to a sort of drill.—

SHE Had That Kind Of Spunk.

—Right palm made a fist pointed at Lambda, all while the monstrous god stepped forward with massive white metal boots. A ring of shotgun muzzles sprang up from his wrist and fired in the silver deity's general direction once close enough, all while the machine cannons laced the rest of the chamber with molten lead. Nobody was getting out of that with intact skin or eardrums, that was for sure.—

edited 22nd Jul '11 1:36:21 AM by Colonial1.1