A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

MOVE.

—The cannon had begun to whine, and glow a deep burning purple.—

A blinding flash of lightning shot through the sky.

ALL CHALLENGERS OVER HERE!

Icarax decided that keeping close to ravage would be a good idea.

If the challengers scattered, the challenge would get very tough.

edited 21st May '11 11:50:05 PM by biomechtraveler

"Right here, Icarax."

Link was looking at him with a rather incredulous look on his face.

"Was that really necessary?"

-The Dullahan feels the presence, without much reaction.-

A thing of... the void...

Sec had just hovered out of the spinner.
Seeing his reflection, he felt less anger.
THE-PER-FECT-FORM, RE-TUR-NED-TO-ME.
He stared at the great hole in the sky.
A-REA-LITY-BOMB?
He heard the Doctor say it was sentient.
THIS-CREA-TURE-IS-WIP-ING-THE-STARS-FROM-THE-SKY, POSS-IBLY-DESTROY-ING-THEM. IT-WOULD-MAKE-A-GOOD-DA-LEK.
He looked at the rest, some bickering, some arguing.
He stared at Galen and Kiminaro.
"CAN-YOU-DO-THIS?"

edited 22nd May '11 8:48:45 AM by GeekCodeRed

Galen stood there, clutching his head. "That's bad. Worse than The Emperor... that's bad. Force, that's bad."

Meanwhile, Back at the… Common Room:
"Fuck, that looks bad."

"What the hell..." Gordon gazed up at the now starless sky. What just did that. Was it the double lunar eclipse? He knew that had been important... but damn it, what was going on? Whatever it was, they needed to get to the ruins in any way they could.

— Whether or not the remaining Challengers heeded his warning, Megatron finally let loose with his cannon. The air around the beam boiled and caught alight within a millisecond, and the scream echoed off the walls as the blinding lance of destructive energy shrieked towards the entity.—

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"Somehow, I doubt that would do any good," Galen told Megatron.

"I assume the machine is testing it."

"Whatever you say, Doctor."

The thing which emerged from the shadows of a nearby overhang was truly bizarre, to say the least. It seemed to be a crude and curious mishmash of various different creatures, as though an artist had set out to create the most unnatural amalgamation of living things he or she could imagine. The vast majority of its body was a long, sinuous appendage like the undulating coils of a cobra, albeit of a far greater size than one would expect of such a snake, and the great expanse of its flared hood shrouded not a serpentine face, but a cadaverous visage not unlike a malformed human skull with a cleft palate which stretched all the way up to the nasal cavity. The divided halves of the creature's upper mandible twitched and flapped independently of one another, like the prehensile lips of a bactrian camel, and there were no eyes to been seen within the cavernous, lightless depths of its misshapen sockets. A pair of small black arms, like the pedipalps of a spider, sprouted from beneath the entity's chin, and as it drifted slowly out of the shadows towards the challengers, their tips began to warp and distend, growing into a pair of curling, sinister blades not unlike that of a sickle.

A glowing, ragged hole ran through the ophidian entity's midsection, a clear indication that Megatron's blast had found its mark; however, while this injury would clearly have been fatal to just about anything else, it did not seem to inconvenience the creature at all—and indeed, the grievous wound seemed to be fading out of existence as it slithered languidly towards the challengers, rubbed out by the eraser of some cosmic animator.

Dr. Langley shuddered as her eyes fell upon the thing, and she hastened to look away; there was something about the entity that made it nearly impossible to look upon without experiencing a sudden dryness of the eyes and a sharp ache in the skull, as though it were wrong on some subtle, fundamental level. Ravage too, found it almost impossible to avert his gaze from the creature, yet though it caused the transmetal panther to grit his teeth against the pain spreading through his processor, he continued to look. There was something about the way it moved, the way it slithered along the walkway in complete and utter silence, that set off every possible threat detector, every fight-or-flight instinct in his mind; maybe it was the way that its movements made no sound at all, a profound hush that spoke of a silence far greater than even the yawning gulf of space, or perhaps it was the fact that, even though its lanquid slithers carried the serpentine being no more than a foot closer to the challengers with every second, it still left brief after-images in its wake as though it were indeed moving at speeds which his sensors could barely register.

The creature reached the edge of the walkway and paused for a moment, sweeping its eyeless gaze across each Champion and Overlord in turn; as the entity's sight fell upon them, each would be able to feel a yawning emptiness tugging at them, a void of purpose and emotion that threatened to pull their minds in and engulf them should they meet its gaze for too long. Thankfully, the creature's scrutiny was brief; setting its sights somewhere over Megatron's shoulder, it slithered over the edge and through the air towards the titanic Decepticon, coming to a halt in front of his left arm. It inspected the towering Cybertronian's fusion cannon in a fashion that could best be described as detached and analytical, as though the weapon which had blown a hole through its stomach were an idle curiosity, a specimen to be disected and laid out beneath a microscope.

"Of course I don't know how that will work but..."

He suddenly sees the creature. "Buh... Buh... THAT IS BLOODY HIDEOUS!"

edited 22nd May '11 9:22:14 AM by Fusionman

"Force," swore Galen. "That's bad."

Kimimaro, of stronger mental fortitude than most, was able to lay eyes upon the creature with no more than a slight headache and the need to blink more often than normal. ...But right now, he really wished he couldn't.

"By the Sage... What in the Hells is that abomination?"

— The Emperor of Destruction stayed still as a statue, his optics looking over the entity's back. His jaw plates opened half a centimeter, and a split-second blurt of data came forth. —

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"I...I don't know," Dr. Langley whispered, holding a hand over her eyes to shield them from the creature's painful sight. "I've never seen anything like this before; it isn't a species I recognize, either locally or anecdotally."

The creature continued to inspect Megatron's fusion cannon, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the other challengers; it brushed the tip of one sickle-claw along the length of the barrel ever-so-slowly and delicately, staring silently as the Cybertronian metal began to rust and decay in the wake of the talon's passing.

Ravage took aim at the creature with his blaster, squinting to protect his optics and central processor, and squeezed off a quick shot that blew its face clean off. The entity froze in place, immobilized and seemingly dead; its claw was still touching Megatron's fusion cannon, however, and the barrel was still corroding at the point of contact.

edited 22nd May '11 9:38:57 AM by SullenFrog

Galen averted his gaze. "Kimimaro-san... do you have any idea what to do now? I doubt I have..."

Sec attempted to fly away when the thing wasn't watching.

The Doctor stays plenty sane. He fought through the Last Great Time War after all. "What is it made out of? What is it? What is it's mission?"

Feeling none too comfortable on the decaying hovercar, Kimimaro finally gathered enough sense to grab hold of Dr. Langley, carrying her bridal-style, and take a chakra-powered leap several meters through the air, assisted by Bolas' levitation spell, landing safely on the walkway with the other Challengers. He then set her down on her feet. He continued to stare at the thing menacing Megatron, and he held his left arm slightly back, the long sleeve partially covering his hand, as he prepared his chakra for something he hadn't really done yet as his time as a Challenger.

edited 22nd May '11 9:42:26 AM by DKN117

— Megatron let out a metallic wheeze as he jerked away from the corrosive entity, firing again and again into the creature's body.—

"People! Run! We got Bolas's spell still!"