A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Bloody hell you don't die do you!? Rose turned your kind into little particles! How are there so many survivors of the Time War!? I'm the only Time Lord... but there's about 2 million Daleks!"

Flandre blinked in surprise when she was grabbed and spared from being tossed about like everyone else. She looked around and asked "Space? Like the moon 'n stuff? We're on the moon then?"

"ROSE-TY-LER?"

"I don't believe so. Probably we are... were in the space between a world and its moon, but now we're on the way down to the planet's surface. ...My name is Kimimaro. Yours?"

The Doctor blinks. "Maybe little girl. Who knows where we could be going!?"

"Rose Tyler! As in my current companion. Seeing the reaction I assume you've met her."

edited 17th May '11 3:22:59 PM by Fusionman

Bolas had long since reached a state where his consciousness ever truly faded. Instead he found himself in the more-familiar position of remaining dormant in his own body. He was given some time to wonder on the implications of this as it pertained to the structure of the pocket-multiverse they found themselves in. Coupled with the fact that deaths reappear in the All-Lair, this likely meant they weren't actually transported but physically projected onto different universes, albeit in a 'complete' fashion- IE as their original selves, not summoned copies. Dying must break this projection or reset it somehow.

While he remained dormant he had been able to ascertain he was in some manner or another frozen, though of course he could not tell by what means. Also, interestingly enough, he appeared to be in a mild state of undeath. This narrowed down the circumstances he found himself in considerably, perhaps only a dozen different scenarios he could think of would have similar effects on him.

Then he could feel his body- or at least a body he was connected to- slowly reanimating. It seemed a controlled process, not the chaotic mixture of forces that accompanied black-aligned resurrection. That further eliminated several options, and Bolas was left thinking it was most likely a blue-aligned operation. He couldn't feel any magic, it must be some form of artificery.

As sense returned to his mortal form he noticed it was of a different configuration. He was humanoid now. Though he preferred to work through other agents to both remove himself from immediate danger and to keep his proud, noble form, he had been inside a human shell before, and was mildly amused he was now forced to relive the experience. The human form was wrapped entirely in a brown cloak with hood, indescript save for the black, red, and blue oval clasp holding it together over his chest, and that it was split vertically down the back along his spine.

Returning to a fully 'grounded' mental state, Bolas remained where he was in the tube, only moving to respond to the various tests the adjuncts here deemed necessary to determine his physical condition after the procedure he had been through. Magic here was... dim. He could still handle it, yes, but the flow was weak and he would be limited- to the extent of only the meager mana supplies of the entire planet they were traveling to, which seemed far less than even a Dominarian continent- in his abilities. That said, he still retained his mental dexterity, and observed the surfaces of the minds in the room while remaining still in the tube. Conveniently, he was not at all affected by the turbulence when it it, within this little body-shaped alcove.

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"My name is Flandre Scarlet. Space is cool. I wanna go out in space and grab a star. It would be pretty and it would be all mine." Flandre said happily. She seemed quite distracted in her own little world.

Kimimaro smiled. "Please to meet you, Flandre-san. Or would you prefer -chan?" He thought better about explaining, at the moment, how the stars were humongous spheres of superheated gas and plasma rather than the tiny pinpricks of light she likely assumed them to be.

Narumi gripped the memory tightly as he flew about the ship. As he landed, Narumi received a scratch on his face that began to bleed. Narumi got up, pushing his back as a few pops were heard. "Ahhh. There we go." Narumi said. He then looked at the Dalek. "Now then, the moment you pose a threat, and I shall count up your sins, and if The Doctor is correct, you have a lot of sins to count up." Narumi said to the Dalek.

"I-HAVE-MET-HER. YOU-KILL-HER."

— It certainly Looks humanoid. But I could swear that I sensed a...

The Decepticon pushed Ravage away, bringing his sanguine gaze to bear on Zod.—

"I've heard that before. You think I'm going to believe you Daleks?"

"SHE-IS-SUCK-ED-IN-TO-THE-VOID."

"The Void? As in the hole between universes?"

"Either one is fine" Flandre said, bouncing back to her feet and looking around. She looked at some of the strange faces and giggled at the arguing Doctor and Dalek. "They sure are silly." She commented.

"YES. ALONG-WITH-MILL-IONS-OF-DA-LEKS-FROM-THE-ARK, AND-PARA-LEL-UNI-VERSE-CY-BER-MEN."

Ravage, who had just begun to pull himself to his feet and off the crumpled tin can which had once been a living being, was not remotely pleased at being seized in this fashion and jerked about; vague senses of displaced familiarity be damned, no one could do that to him and expect to walk away unscathed!

The transmetal panther growled and flexed his claws, ready to rake them across the oversized human's face and lay him open to the bone; before he could do so, however, the turbulence abated and his would-be captor not only released him, but callously and unconcernedly shoved him aside, causing the Predacon to stagger. Lips peeled back in an angry snarl, Ravage seized the lummox by the shoulder and spun him around, meeting the human's eyes with his own red optics.

"I do not care who you think you are," he snarled. "Never do that again if you wish to live."

-Zod ignored the screaming imbeciles and turned to the human he recognised as Megatron, having last seen it during a battle on primitive Earth-

"Not the most auspicious start to this enterprise..."

Gordon coughed as he got back to his feet. Well, this was entirely unpleasant...

"Hey!" he called to Kimimaro, one of the few people he did recognize right off the bat. "You might want to get the little girl away from here, I've got a feeling that the Dalek, however the the hell it's here, isn't going to be just arguing for much longer."

"Be wary of the armored one with the bizarre speech pattern, Flandre-chan" Kimimaro said, glaring at the obvious Dalek-in-disguise. "From what I have seen & heard, his kind is very dangerous." Heeding Gordon's words, he gently led the child a bit farther back from the angry alien.

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Sec lowered his right arm (Gunstick).
"I-CAN-NOT-EX-TER-MIN-ATE-YOU-DOC-TOR. YOU-CAUSE-ME-TO-COME-HERE, BUT-YOU-HAVE-NOT-YET. EX-TER-MIN-AT-ING-YOU-NOW-WOULD-CAUSE-A-PAR-A-DOX."

Flandre frowned when he lead her away from the group. "I think hes funny. He talks like a puzzle and you have to put the pieces together." She said innocently.

Definitely Not.

— A giant, cord-muscled hand shot out to clamp down on Ravage's left shoulder. The grip quickly reached the level of pressure necessary to cause intense pain. Megatron brought his head back around to impassively stare into the humanoid's eyes.—

And Who Are You To Address Me In Such A Fashion? Answer Quickly. I Have Little Time For Scuffles At The Present.

"But there's no way to cross that!"

The Doctor chuckles. "You nearly fooled me there."

"A-VOID-SHIP."