Toa of Anarchy
"Wow! Wow, that's erm, impressive stuff there, rather impressive. Really big and twisty and pointy. And black too. Don't think I've seen many black big objects. For some reason I think there was an abundance of white building stuff."
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The sight of the tower caused the Lich to flinch minutely. He began to remember... a little. He remembered a name - Thursagan. And that the Hammer the Lich was grasping was his, once. For some reason, that name seemed important. "Shut yer dishonourable mouth, fool," he rasped. "This here is no mere Hammer; it be non other than the mighty Hammer of Thursagan!"
Why did I say that it is mighty? Why is it so important to me?
The Overlord turned his head to Fiddlesticks, his finger still reaching into the crack in the statue. He was curious as to who this person was, and what it was, but something seemed to spark inside him as he heard the word 'master'. Something about being called that appealed to him, although he had yet to figure out why.
Perhaps he could use this as an opportunity...
edited 1st Dec '11 9:25:26 AM by bamack1
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
The Master seems to have one name ringing through his brain as he follows the group to the tower. Doctor. Doctor. Why Doctor of all things? Doctor of what? Doctor Who? Why do I hate this Doctor fellow?
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The red haired youth stood before her, grasping his arm in pain. The feat he had just achieved was truly herculean, all of his strength had been sapped taking down the black giant. And yet still he intended to fight her.
The two faced each other head-on. She could read the terror in his face. He knew she would kill him without much effort, if any at all. And yet still he stood there, defiant to the end.
"What a futile effort," she uttered. There was no emotion in her voice. "I warned you that you cannot save Sakura, and this is the result?"
But his death was not to be. Not here, not now. Sakura was calling her, after all. She had to leave. She had to heed the call of her Master...
"...Gah?"
Saber could not make sense of the memory. Who was that youth? Who was this "Sakura"? What... What was she doing there? The forest was full of death. Dead trees ripped from their roots scattered everywhere. Blood upon the grass. The corpse of the black giant slowly fading away. And...
...An... Angra...
She clenched her teeth.
...Ma... Mainyu...
The darkness had swallowed her. Sakura had called her back...
She shook her head. Now was not the time to let confusing memories cloud her mind. Regaining her composure, she continued on her trek, looking a little worse for wear than before.
edited 1st Dec '11 2:10:13 PM by Moerin
The Andalite was the first to step into the base of the building. Inside it was an enormous circular space- easily a hundred meters wide, segmented with geometrically precise glowing lines that provided an illumination source for the room. Of course, what was in the room made the Andalite take a step back and thrust his tail forward in shock.
Sitting in the middle of the room, perched imperiously atop a throne of sorts- albeit one enormously upscaled for his height- sat a mechanoid being, resplendant in dark purple and black livery. His eyes glowed red as he surveyed the newcomers, and something that sounded like the snarl of a feral dog combined with the guttural growl of a diesel engine escaped the plate that passed for his mouth. The heavy chains that anchored him to the chair itself and the walls rattled violently as he craned his neck forward to look at them in turn.
<Who are you?> asked the Andalite suddenly, turning all four of his stalk eyes on the ebon face of the robot. He would show it no fear; some buried memory suddenly surfacing, reminding him that he had some way of meeting this mechanical monster on its own grounds.
"What right have you to know, alien?!" roared the being, struggling against his bounds, the sudden output of noice and violence causing the Andalite to step back in alarm.
<Answer me!> responded the alien in kind, fury in his voice as he pressed his tailblade to the creature's face. Whether or not it could even penetrate the steely plate that covered the majority of the robot's face was a mystery, but he felt that he had no other option. <Were you the one who brought us here?! ANSWER ME!>
" No." said the robot after a moment of deliberation. " There is... something else. You... you will not like him... he will hurt you. He will hurt your mind.
As if on cue, an elevator, suspended through no visible means, merely a moving platform wide enough to accomodate the group, ascended silently beside the purple robot, pulsating faintly as if to entice the party onto it.
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Dragovich got up and got onto the elevator.
"I have hurt minds in my time."
Vampire Hunter
The dictator was remembering more and more about his life... His name was M. Bison and he was the head of an organization called Shadaloo. His employees included his generals... Balrog, Vega, and Sagat, and his enemies... Oh, he had a lot of enemies apparently, but the three most determined was Chun-Li, Guile, and Charlie, but Charlie was already dead. However, he appeared to be a woman in some of the memories, which was odd considering his own build.
There was no time for these confusing memories, but this did mean they were on the right track. M. Bison continued towards the tower and into the elevator.
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Flandre landed lightly on the elevator, looking at the robot in wonder. So big and colourful and shiny... could she play with it later? Playing with a giant robot sounded like fun, even if she had to go through the not-fun process of meeting a mind-hurty person first. He couldn't be worse than the blue shouty horse, could he?
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As soon as he approached the tower, Daido recalled another memory. He stood on top of a similar tower, but was more windmillish. He remembered looking down towards the depths while on top of said tower and seeing something flying up to him. It was a winged creature and looked human
◊. The monster had six long insect like wings. The monster had armor that was split in three different colors: Green, gold, and black with silver lines separating the colors. The monster also had blood red eyes as well as four horns that made an X on it's head. He then remembered that this monster... murdered him.
Daido froze. What was that creature? He was sure that he called it a monster in that memory. Daido tried to shake that thought out of his head and go to the elevator. When the elevator reached the purple robot, Daido looked at it with awe, or what he considered awe, as his look wasn't that convincing. "This is getting interested. Giant robots, tapdancing clowns, I gotta ask, what's next?" Daido asked the Robot.
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Richard entered the tower and the elevator as he started to regain his memories. He was the VICE PRESIDENT OF THE GREAT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, and he leaded a coup to gain control of the United States. It was at the White House, when Richard spotted his enemy... THE PRESIDENT OF THE GREAT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, MIIIICCCCHHHHAAAAEEEEELLLL!!!! At that time, the president escaped from the White House via a plane, and Richard watched as the plane escaped from his clutches.
While Richard is in the elevator, he looked at the robot. Could it be... His mech? Nah, it's a bit too large for him.
Shutdown sequence initiated.
Screw the Lion!
"Hey look, Orcus on His Throne!" the Joker said upon seeing the robot. He looked on as Visser Three and the mysterious robot squared off, mostly hoping the robot would suddenly free himself and tear the alien to shreds.
Then the elevator came down. "I'm guessin' the real party is upstairs!" he said as he stepped on the elevator. "Though whoever his guy who can hurt minds to gonna have a tough time on me! Can't hurt what you don't have ya know? Hee-hee-hee-ha-HAH!!"
Soon more memories began to flash within the clown's mind.....he started connecting names to all that colorful cast of people.....
Penguin......Killer Croc......Two-Face.....Scarecrow.....Poison Ivy.....and many more, including people who tried to put him down....Gordon and Sharpie came to mind......
He even remembered his name........
But he could not remember why he hated bats. This frustrated him.....
"Well before, I did it with reckless abandon. Now I can't control myself!" ~ Jesse Cox, 2014
As the group approached the tower, pieces of The Emperor's memory began to return. He already knew his magic when he awoke, but he now remembered the bargain he had struck to aquire much of it, and what he had proceeded to do with it. Many of the details eluded him, but at some point he must have stabbed his 'benefactor' in the back and taken his realm for himself.
Within the tower, bits of the Conflict of the Gods began to return to him. He remembered Chaos and Cosmos. He remembered some of his 'allies' and enemies. But the one who had defeated him, both back in his homeworld and again in the conflict, he only remembered that such a person existed. And he didn't remember how either of those campains had finally ended.
He also remembered who the jester reminded him of. "You. Clown. Does the name "Kefka Palazzo" ring any bells in whatever passes for your brain?"
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.
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The armored man was reaching for what appeared to be a partition in the hybrid statue's form. It seemed that he had heard Fiddlesticks though, for he had turned to appraise the approaching scarecrow. Fiddlesticks cackled, stopped to wave his arm or rather approximation thereof.
"Greetings, masters. Are you both..." Was the statue even sentient? He continued, "... Both lost and confused as I am?"
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sword of promised halp
The metal being... this black tower... all so resplendent, so wonderful in their form, in their complexity. This was what he wished to create. This was what he aspired to.
Sauron had always been skilled in the arts of forging and metalwork. Long ago, it had been his passion... and even when he had fallen, the longing to create had not left him. Now it seemed that his Master's ultimate wish, nay, his ultimate wish was within his grasp.
For the golem was not a spirit, not one of the Firstborn or the Aftercomers, not one of his Master's creations... and yet it possessed the Secret Fire.
Such advanced forging would work wonders in his world of Order!
The cloaked being smiled to himself and stepped on the elevator, marveling at the starkness of the floating, glowing architecture. His plans were unfolding before him. His memories were slowly returning to him with greater intensity.
It seemed that he had yet another goal to work towards. He would acquire this technology and use it. He would instill ultimate Order.
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'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
Screw the Lion!
Joker looked up at the Emperor. "Kefka? No not really," the Joker said, "other than he's a video game villain from those video games the kiddies are raving about. Some kinda glorious precursor to yours' truly!" the clown gushed, girlishly pointing his own cheeks. "By the way, my name's The Joker! Pleased to meet you!"
"Well before, I did it with reckless abandon. Now I can't control myself!" ~ Jesse Cox, 2014
"Jo-joker?" Daido mumbled as another memory stunned him. He remembered being in some sort of lab, when all of a sudden, the doors to the lab were broken open in a single punch by a being similar to the winged monster. While it kept the blood red eyes, the monster was all black with only bits of purple here and there. It also had two silver horns on its head. What shocked Daido more was what was on the waist. It was the same device that he got from the cocoon. He looked at the device. "What... What does this all mean!" Daido suddenly shouted. He soon breathed and looked at the device. For all he knew, he was holding a piece of a monster. He then looked at the clown.
"Sorry... I had some sort of trigger when it comes to that word... Joker. Don't know why." Daido said.
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Wild Horse
Valvatorez also stepped on the elevator, silent as a wraith with his caped wrapped about him and eyes closed to prevent the others from seeing his facial gestures. Memories of peg legged penguins, a scheming man with a wolf tail, various kids, and an angel rang though his mind.
The thought of remembering them made him smile. He then remembered that he was in the midst of a war... Against a force that is vast... One located within the higher realms. ____ is corrupt! His memory self roared. Who was ___? He then remembered about promises... how he can never break whatever he promised so that the tragedy would never occur again.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
The Master walks onto the elevator. The Doctor... a manyfaced god... blue box... pineapple hair... blond girl...pop music. What is going on in my head?! What's wrong with me?
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Toa of Anarchy
The new robot went onto the platform, and clutched what classed as his head. "Uurrrgh...weird memories...robots...portal...guns...night night.."
The robot collapsed to the ground with a thunk. He suddenly began shifting again, his white and black parts shuffling and rearranging into weird shapes. He quickly became indistinguishable from the robot that came before. Finally, the shape was taken of something like a steering wheel, lying atop the remaining parts.
The Overlord paused as Fiddlesticks spoke. He simply gave Fiddlesticks a brief nod, to show that he was, indeed, lost and confused although he didn't utter a word. It wasn't that he was ignoring the Scarecrow, but more that he didn't want to speak at this time. Or ever.
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Karrag eyed the automaton suspiciously, but went onto the elevator. After all, he needed his memories back, even if he would have to fight a thing that can hurt his mind. I doubt that anything can hurt a Lich's mind, a thought came to his head, unbidden. Just a moment, there. I'm a Lich?
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
The masked figure fell to his knees almost as soon as he entered the tower. A vision seared through his head.
"He ain't gonna cut it. Somebody's gotta break that loser in."
W-was that my voice?
"Yup. That tasted purple."
Sinking.
She was sinking.
The temple walls grew higher and higher as she sank into the thick, inky ichor. She thrust out her sword, that brilliant, beautiful, shining holy sword, trying to fight against it, but it was all in vain. It had her. It would not let go. She was sinking, sinking faster and faster with every passing second.
The last thing she saw was that eerie white mask, its skull-like visage issuing its blank, hollow stare at her as the darkness swallowed her up.
...Another vision. Another memory? Something seemed... Different. Her sword, for one thing. It wasn't the black, cursed blade she carried with her now, but... She had the feeling that the two swords were one and the same.
Impossible. The sword in her memory was a holy sword, a weapon of the light, a hallowed prayer that promised victory. The sword in her hand was desecrated, unholy, tainted by the darkness, a screamed blasphemy hailing to the name of slaughter and death. Surely there were no two weapons that were any more opposed than these swords.
And yet...
Saber ignored the automaton. Such a thing did not seem helpful at all in this situation. Instead, she made her way towards the elevator.
I have already been hurt beyond repair. Nothing that awaits me here can do any more damage than has already been dealt.
"Major General Nikita Dragovich, of the Soviet Armed Forces."
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!Now that felt like his name.
Castro. Rusalka. Captain Alex Mason, formerly of Marine Force Recon and OP 40. Current member of SOG. Killed his president. Killed Kravchenko. Killed Steiner. Killed me.
Dragovich dropped to his knees.
He killed me. I will find him, and kill him.