"...Hmph. I am the Prinny Instructor of Hades." Valvatorez said with a smile, his title rather different from everyone else's on account of seeming weak. With that revelation in mind, he too also glided off into the distance, before casually mouthing a gagging motion when the Master acted melodramatically.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected."I'm... umm... the Sister of the Scarlet Devil. I don't think I have any fancy titles," Flandre mumbled, deflating. Everyone else had nice titles to go with their names, she just had a flaming sword and the ability to make things go 'kyuu'. It didn't strike the vampire child that said ability was something that more than made up for the lack of a fancy title... if she ever put it to use.
"Titles aren't everything, young one. They are merely a set of words that describe only the barest facet of one's self. No need to be glum." Valvatorez told Flandre, smiling at her. "Besides, if you try hard, you can always get another title added to your name."
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.The three little ones had also began regaining their memories. But unlike the others, they did not announce it to the world.
Stern, seeming to now be lacking emotion entirely, stared at the clown,
“Your name is actually The Joker? How...anti-climatic.” Levi giggled,
“I told you I was right!” Dearche had a rather smug expression on her face,
“Alright...we'll play along with this beings game...” Stern nodded,
“Let's go then.”
"WHOA!" Joker hollered as he barely dodged the shot from Vanitas. "How rude!" the clown merely said in response, straightening his suit.
"Why yes, yes it was," Joker said to Levi. "Anti-climatic as it is, the shorter the name, the easier for people to remember. Especially when my actions leave as big of a mark as they do....." A beat. "Wanna be a member of my fanclub?" he asked Levi.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!"Here's a protip, kid," Joker said to Flandre. "Just because something is small, doesn't mean its a threat. Even the tiniest put can instantly kill you......" A beat. "BUT STILL, it never hurts to think BIG!!" The Joker then pulled out a revolver with a hilariously massive barrel, the diameter matching a large human fist and the length of his forearm. "Check out the size of THIS gun LAD-ahs!! HAH HAH!!" the clown said, waving the gun around.
"And if you're wondering, no, I am not compensating for something!" Joker clarified. "I just like'em BIIIIIG......"
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!"Even insects can swarm..." The Emperor muttered under his breath, half remembering something. "In any case, it wouldn't do to fight amongst ourselves before we have even discovered our reasons for hating one another. In continuing with the introductions, I am Emperor Mateus Palamecia."
"Hades?" He said in response to Valvatorez. "I believe that was one of the names for a place I once conquered..."
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.As the elevator came to a stop, the group would find themselves outside of a long and rather nondescript corridor. It was a clean and clinical white, a long chamber of doors of all shapes and sizes aligning the corridor. Each one was marked with a sign or word in various languages.
Visser Three stepped off the elevator and onto the corridor, casting one of his eyestalks around with obvious confusion and disdain. <These must be our lodgings,> he said simply, trotting down the corridor. The question was, he thought to himself, which one was to be his? He curiously placed a finger on one of the doors- only for it to flash red, the resounding click of the lock clearly showing that this was not the room for him. Through a quick process of trial and error, he finally found a door that did not respond so unhelpfully; it slid open with a soft click and hum.
Inside the room that he had found was a grassy floor. As the Visser walked on the soft grass, he felt a gentle suction from his feet- and remembered something else, the way that his body worked, how he ingested food through his legs. Another memory surged unbidden through his mind.
A world of dark red soil and a tortured, lightning-wracked sky
, sluggesh headless creatures making their way across the muddy plains, lumpen primates sheltering from the storm that raged above their heads...
It was a home.
When he returned to his senses, he found that the room around him had changed. Gone was the plain flat lawn; in its place was a replica of the strange place from his memory. Furthermore, not far away was a thick and sludgy pool, brown murky water lapping gently. Suspended above this pond was a lamp- a bright and shimmering floodlight that cast a strange greenish tinge in the water. Dipping a hoof experimentally in the water, the Visser smiled. It felt good, it felt right, it felt almost nourishing... And, for a moment, he thought he saw the atoms themselves, dancing their eternal dance...
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"I be Karrag, ruler of Kal Kartha, wielder of the Hammer of Thursagan," said the Lich. "Ye" -he pointed at the Master- "Are the master of naught. Mastery of something is something ye earn, and have tae prove, fool. I have mastered the Hammer - and I am willing to show it." He cackled, a rasping, broken sound.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Daido was next to get out of the elevator. He began to look for his room, placing his thumb on the scanners to see which one's which. Soon he came across the fifth door as he put his thumb on it. The door slid open, showing a laboratory. The same one in his visions. Daido rushed in. He then saw the giant machine he recalled someone being strapped onto. He slowly approached it, wondering what kind of device it was.
Flandre, meanwhile, poked viciously at the doors until one did the nice thing and opened for her. For whatever reason, it appeared to be one of the furthest along, if not the furthest along—by the time the vampire had come to it, nobody else was standing beside her. The contents of the room were... surreal, to say the least. At their most basic, it was a representation of her room as it was back in the mansion. The only difference was that it was filtered through the warped, cracked lens of the child's imagination.
Where her room was, by necessity, basically just a bed, simple wardrobe, and walls as thick as the bedrock that surrounded them, this one was... impossible. Even if you stared at the angles, they didn't meet; lines intersected but never joined and the very shape of the walls had two too many faces. Combined with the crystals jutting from the ceiling and casting an eerie red pallor over everything, it was a downright uninhabitable place to be.
Naturally, Flandre loved it, diving straight into a pile of stuffed toys that vaguely resembled bats, people, and dragons and thinking about cake. Sweet, succulent cake oozing red... jam, in this case, though it could've been something worse. The door shut behind her; from this side it was a foreboding portal with numerous magical circles burnt into it and bound by chains. Flandre didn't leave her room much, after all.
The Master decided to ignore the taunts for now and look for his door. As he opens the door he sees his room on the Valiant. The Master laughs as he walks inside. "LUCCCCYYY! I'M HOOOOMMME!!"
Uneerie silence fills the room. "Ah yes... the being said no living beings... Well no matter!"
The Master starts summoning holograms of Lucy Saxon his "wife" and his many other servants on the Valiant. "Hmm... something's still missing... AH I know."
The Master snaps his fingers and An old, wrinkled depressed looking Tenth Doctor in a cage appears next to him.
◊ "Well well Doctor. Look at me now. Leading an army AND ruling Earth. I've hit the big time Doc."
Silence. "What's up Doc? Why the long face? You're usually so talkative!"
The Master laughs madly and last but not least snaps up a hologram of the destroyed Earth the Master currently rules.
Richard Hawk stepped out of the elevators, and he placed his thumb in one of the scanners. The door opened, and the room happened to be a dream - The main room of The White House, with the addition of a bed, some food, weapons for himself and the mech, and a TV. He summoned his Giant Mech outside the room's window, and he sat down on the chair.
"Home, Sweet home!"
Shutdown sequence initiated.Wily had perked up almost imperceptibly at the voice. This "Mairon the Admirable" - he recalled that he was one of the quieter members of the group, but he certainly wasn't averse to helping him. He found himself almost willing to take the pleasant voice at its' word.
The operative word being "almost". He wondered briefly if the sorceror would be able to "read" any telepathic responses he sent to him. However, there was nothing for it but to try. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all.
I would be glad to help you, he began. However, I have some reservations. Firstly, how can I be sure that you will keep your end of the bargain? You may decide to give me nothing at all... or turn on me once I've provided what you want. I'm not naive. If you can give me a satisfactory answer, then I see no reason not to forge an alliance. I only ask two things in return: we work together and share our knowledge, and you help me with a... problem I have in my native universe.
The insane genius temporarily forgot about the alliance as the elevator came to a stop. Wily found himself being drawn to a certain door above all others, and wasted no time in getting it open. On the other side was a veritable treasure trove of technology: gleaming tools and components of complex design were neatly set into heavy duty cases, and computers hummed softly as they worked upon complex problems. There were several capsules that lay empty, and there were also workbenches arranged in perfect rows. There were also machines of unknown function resting in the sides of the room, ready to receive commands.
Perhaps the jewel in the crown of this parade of futuristic tech was the raised dias, upon which sat a large leather chair surrounded by a gaggle of large screens, each showing different readouts. A ginormous skull was affixed to the dias, and on a bulkhead was the legend "Dr. W"
◊, which was painted with mechanical precision. The door shut behind the doctor.
Wily rubbed his hands with glee and practically dived on to the chair, the oversized piece of furniture spinning around rapidly until finally coming to rest. Clasping his hands together, Wily's voice seemed to take on a maniacal bent. "Yes... soon... soon, they will learn to rue the day they crossed Dr. Wily!"
He paused for a moment. "...Whoever 'they' are."
Locking you up on radar since '09Joker came upon a metal sliding door with a simple symbol on it: a veritcally aligned diamond with the word "Arkham" in the center
◊.
The clown prince of crime entered. Within he found inside was a dingy office. A very familiar office......
"Oh wow, an amazing recreation of the old Steel Mill back in Arkham City!" Joker said. "How quaint! I say, whoever this benefactor is, he has good taste!" He went to another door nearby and opened. This room looked to be entirely empty.....aside from a truly macabre looking "throne", which was a stylize bunch of wooden planks fashioned on a chair sitting upon a large pile of plastic dolls. "And my old throne from when I temporarily became manager of the old Asylum! How wonderful! Its like a beautiful romp through memory lane! All its missing are some dead bodies and B - "
The Joker paused. He remembered someone important.....extremely important to him.....but who could not remember WHO......it truly irked him.....he remembered almost everything about his life* , but every time there were vast blanks, all of them involving THAT person! Like if his life was put into a comic book, there would be a person shaped hole where HE would be!
Less frustratingly was a memory involving a movie theater, but he was far less worried about that.
But enough about that! It was time to alleviate some pent up anger he gave himself! And the best way to do that.....
The Joker spied a handheld device near his throne. He picked up it up and instinctively pressed a button.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!The door to Saber's chambers surprised her. She hadn't been expecting a Japanese sliding door, after all, but this had to be the right room. She just... Felt it, somehow. After stepping through, she found herself in what looked like a kendo dojo. A very familiar kendo dojo.
...Yes, this is exactly like...
Right down to the tiniest detail. There was even the familiar tiger keychain attached to one of the shinai. The only real difference were that the doors (there were two doors aside from the entrance, one on the left wall and one on the right) led to two other familiar places. First of all, the right entrance led to a rather spartan bedroom, its only furnishings being a simple looking bed and a single cupboard which, on inspection, only contained a few changes of clothes.
And the left entrance...
...Oh, such wonderful memories!
Yes, she remembered this room fondly.
◊ It seemed to have far more furnishings than her bedroom, with a table in the center, a few drawers to the side, an old television and...
Oh, it really was there! Nestled away at the back of the room was that most magic of all places, the foundry where all her dreams were forged... That wonderful, marvelous... Kitchen! Oh, she was so hungry after the trip, she couldn't wait to see what Shirou and Sakura were going to co-
"...Oh."
A realization dawned upon her. Her Master was not here. None of them were. No Shirou, no Sakura, no Kohaku... And that meant...
...No meals! She felt like weeping at this thought, but a king does not weep. She remembered hearing something about the rooms meetings their occupents needs, and so decided to try something out. She closed her eyes, and...
...She didn't even need to open them to tell it had worked, as the mouthwatering smell had already wafted into her nostrils. Arrayed across the table was now a wonderous, marvelous feast, one that would fill many, many men, just enough for one very hungry Servant.
"...Maybe this is not so bad after all..."
Zedd pressed his button, and rolling fog seeped out. There was a throne facing away from a window, which seemed to be sucking air out. This would be because the room was simulating the vacuum of his moon palace, as he climbed the stairs to his throne and sat down, spinning it to face the window and look out on the lunar landscape and view the blue planet below.
...and that's terrible.

"Science?"
The voice that entered Wily's mind was soothing. Inquiring but respectful. It was a voice of restrained wisdom and hidden power. It paused for a while, as if looking for something, before continuing on slowly in a tactful tone of absolute certainty.
"You are a forger. A metalsmith, a crafter. You can manipulate metal and produce wonders."
A pause of slow contemplation.
"...Such skill would be... useful to me. My name is Mairon. The Admirable. Will you grant me your services?"
The cloaked figure of Sauron turned his piercing, hidden gaze on Wily, and the evil genius would feel a presence, a great presence of timeless, brooding power far greater than Man could ever wish to be. The mental voice continued unhindered.
"In return, I will give you your heart's desire. The price is no object."
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