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UdtheImp from Stamford, CT (Series 2) Relationship Status: The Skitty to my Wailord
#376: Dec 5th 2011 at 5:06:11 PM

Suddenly, all throughout the new dwellings of the villains, even within their rooms, there was a pleasant sounding piano chord like from some type of intercom. The Joker's voice sounded out.

"Attention pitiful mortals! Tremble in fear at the sound of your new LORD AND MASTER!!!"

...............................a beat.

"Wait, hold on, I'm using the wrong script, gimme a sec." Another long wait. "YO YO YO, WHAT UP HOMIES!! This yo DJ, Jokemeister J, coming to ya live from mah room in some kinda dark towah in some post-apocalyptic wasteland, droppin' down ya's some supah-fly phat beats to assault yo ears like a drive-by! BUT FIRST, CURRENT GOSSIP!!" The Joker's accent suddenly went from gangsta to mid-20th century news reporter on a dime.

"The female medieval knight by the name of Saber! S&M enthusiast? If so, how does she like to torture her victims? We will find out more as it develops! Second Topic: The man currently known only as the Master! Initial opinions of the Master of Bates suggest that he a stinky ripoff of the brilliant acting style of the Joker, your truly, and opinions are split between whether to shove of shotgun loaded with cyanide laced hot lead down the man's throat or to simply shank to the unoriginal bastard right in the kidneys! You're friendly neighborhood clown suggests both, simultaneously if possible!

"And finally, the raving American named Richard, so called Vice President of an alternate Earth. The critics agree! That man NEEDS to lay off the caffiene!

"That's all the news for today! Or least for the next hour or so, whichever strikes my fancy. Tune in next, same Joker channel, same Joker time! And ask about my new fanclub! Membership is free, and already we have three prospective members, two of them being the CUTEST li'l lolis you would EVER see! Take a cold shower after you see them, gents! Smell ya later!" There was the sound of a really loud raspberry through the intercom, followed by a warbled and corrupted version of the chime that came on before Joker started talking.

edited 5th Dec '11 5:10:52 PM by UdtheImp

DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!
GreyStar Wild Horse from Chaos Since: Dec, 2010
Wild Horse
#377: Dec 5th 2011 at 5:50:00 PM

"Well, to be honest I took over Hades too." Valvatorez responded to the Emperor. "It was rather easy and now it's my headquarter for my campaign."

Seeing as the others were making use of their rooms, Valvatorez too went off to explore his chambers. Inside the door, he found furnished room with a coffin on a raised dais supported by thick chains. Giant links of chains stretched all over the place, thick enough to be used as a walkway by the slim vampire. If one looked down, they would see there was no floor, but a bottomless void. "Ah... fit for a demon." The vampire stated happily, enjoying his room.

"And now... I feast upon sardines!" The vampire stated, flying up onto a platform that served as the dining room and tucking in on his meal of tiny fish.

edited 5th Dec '11 6:01:29 PM by GreyStar

Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
Fusionman Since: Nov, 2009
#378: Dec 5th 2011 at 5:52:25 PM

The Master sighs. "So immature... and he calls ME a ripoff? He dare insults me?! I could kill him right now! I could make him an old man! And then what would he do?!"

He looks at the Doctor. "So what do you think Doc?"

AttObl ... Since: Oct, 2010
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#379: Dec 5th 2011 at 6:04:43 PM

"WOW! The Joker has played his own deck of threats, but he has a point! I need to lay off the caffeine, oh boy! I'm speaking TOO much!"

Richard looked at his mech, and he looked at the weapons on his disposal.

"Now THIS is going to be fun!"

edited 6th Dec '11 3:33:14 AM by AttObl

Shutdown sequence initiated.
Moerin (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#380: Dec 5th 2011 at 6:16:10 PM

Saber felt a vein on her forehead throb as she listened to the Joker's broadcast, but let it slide for the time being. After all, there were more important things to deal with at the moment, like regaining her strength. Or, to put it another way, devouring the feast that lay before her.

After eating her fill (which took quite a while), she found that she still wasn't exactly satisfied. The meal was good, no questioning that, but... Somehow, it just lacked that special something. Shirou's, Sakura's and Kohaku's cooking never lacked that special something. She sighed, and made her way to the dojo. She couldn't let her skills get rusty, after all.

By now her rage at the Joker had dissipated somewhat. It was just a coincidence that the training dummy she was using was wearing a green wig; it was the only one she could find.

GameGuruGG Vampire Hunter from Castlevania (Before Recorded History)
Vampire Hunter
#381: Dec 5th 2011 at 6:50:52 PM

M. Bison walked in his room to find... A extremely sophisticated genetic engineering lab, at the center was... the Psycho Drive!

"Yes, yes..." M. Bison smirked at the possibilities, but then remembered that using the drive would deteriorate his body more. He would have to refrain from using it until he can make new bodies for himself. M. Bison frowned a bit as the Joker decided to use the intercom for stupid stuff.

M. Bison walked over to his own intercom and responded using it, "M. Bison, the Leader of Shadaloo, would request the clown to not use the intercom for trivial matters."

M. Bison frowned... The only genetic samples he would be able to gain would be from his own allies. No matter. He had wanted to see what the others could do. M. Bison found a needle and drew some of his own blood. He threw the used needle away, but quickly labeled and put the blood sample into a fridgerated unit for safe keeping. At the very least, he could clone a new body exactly like his own.

M. Bison soon summoned up an authentic Thai meal for himself to eat. It was delicious.

edited 5th Dec '11 6:56:26 PM by GameGuruGG

Wizard Needs Food Badly
troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#382: Dec 5th 2011 at 7:57:52 PM

The mental response to Wily's doubts was as assured as it was sleek, well-rehearsed and seemingly truthful.

I do not betray my allies, honored Doctor. I respect them too much for that. A Maia does not lie.

This in itself was a lie, of course, but he would have to keep appearances up if he was to secure this man's trust. He was a very good liar.

As one of my vassals, he continued, you will have all the freedom you wish to practice your craft. You will gain the friendship and alliance of one more than Man - and you will be feared and respected by all for it.

If you so wish, I can grant you power, too - a portion of the power which shaped the World before it was made and moved the paths of Time itself; more than enough to eradicate any problems you might have in whatever world you might think of...

All I ask in return is your unwavering loyalty and faithful service. You will help me instill ultimate Order.

By this time, Wily had already left the elevator and had entered his lair. However, this had not stopped the Maia from contacting him, and the negotiations had continued unhindered throughout.

I await your reply.

With that, Sauron strode off the floating platform, making no contact with absolutely anyone until he had reached one of the vacant rooms, one sealed off from the outside by a set of large, black, studded doors. His lodgings?

They would be the seat of his Master's power in this world.

He swung them open, and was instantly greeted by the dull, stark color of black iron, dimly illuminated by the harsh, ominous glow of molten metal. The large hall he found himself in was lined with equipment, all perfectly ordered into aesthetically pleasing and unerringly practical rows. The tools of a smith, anvil, hammer, tongs - all larger than life and ready for use, ready to shape his thoughts into reality. There were others, too - brooding weapons of war, ancient tomes of knowledge, cruel instruments of torture, cages, racks, spiked coffins - all were laid out in the room, and in its center was a large, black throne of iron. The communication device used by all the others was beside it - but he would not need it for that purpose. He had his mind.

Sauron smiled to himself, satisfied, and walked to his seat of power, entrenching himself firmly in its center.

This was perfect. Ominous, dark, majestic. No windows. All was going well.

He put his power forth, and waded through the sea of thoughts to find those of Dr. Wily.

edited 5th Dec '11 9:48:54 PM by troydenite

Psyga315 Since: Jan, 2001
#383: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:37:56 PM

Daido explored the lab, as he noticed that it accumulated a lot of dust. He then noticed a book on a desk. He picked it up and blew away the dust on it. He looked at the book and saw the title "NEcro oVER Research Diary". The capitalized letters as well as the symbol clicked in Daido's head. These were what he saw on the uniform he wore. Something in that book has the key to everything. He opened the book and began to read the first page.

July 21, 2009.

My name is Katsumi Daido, the first Necro-Over, an undead mercenary. I written this book for two reasons: So that I may keep my notes collected in one little book, and so that I can keep track on the progress of the Necro-Over project and see how far it progressed since it's first testing. I have now dedicated my life to solving the kinks in the project, so that the project will be approved by Foundation X for funding. Asides from doing research on how to make the project better, I have formed a mercenary group by the name of NEVER to show the Foundation and the Museum first hand at what a Necro-Over can do. Hopefully this will win their attention.

Daido blinked. It sounded familiar to him, but it didn't trigger any memories. He wanted to keep reading, but decided to leave it at that for now.

edited 5th Dec '11 8:38:04 PM by Psyga315

Bassetete Since: Jul, 2011
#384: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:43:00 PM

"I go, master. Say, where do you think we're going?"

What might have been the footprints of one of the groups that had preceded them marked the ground Fiddlesticks and the Overlord followed.

RainehDaze Nero Fangirl (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Nero Fangirl
#385: Dec 6th 2011 at 12:44:14 AM

Flandre happily ignored the communications device, whatever it was, and continued to sleep cheerfully amidst the pile of toys. Whoever it was that was in charge of this would doubtless wake the vampire girl up when he needed everyone to be doing something but, until then, she dreamed. They weren't as unpleasant as her initial dream, though things did seem to get broken a lot, and there were a lot of people in them. Did they exist, these Reimus and Marisas and Ayas?

desdendelle Hooded Crow from Land of Milk and Honey (Sergeant) Relationship Status: Hiding
Hooded Crow
#386: Dec 6th 2011 at 8:11:50 AM

Karrag shrugged at the Joker's message. He wrote that fool off as no more than an idiot... but resolved to keep a close eye on him. After all, appearances could be deceiving...

Disembarking from the platform, he walked around till he found a door on which a few runes were inscribed. He inspected them. Finding them to be spells of warding, he tapped the door with the Hammer, and it opened.

The room inside was dimly lit; some of it was natural stone, all flowing, and the rest was covered with dark blocks of stone. Stone doors led to other rooms and caves. The room's sides were adorned by high, plain battlements.

The Lich walked toward one of the doors. Opening it, he entered the room.

On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
bamack1 Since: Mar, 2010
#387: Dec 6th 2011 at 9:54:03 AM

The Overlord thought about Fiddlesticks's question, where were they going? He shook his head slowly, to show that he wasn't sure. He wasn't used to most of this interaction and questions, although he was unsure as to why, but alas he kept walking, following the supposed 'tracks' of the group before them; mutely pondering his past and what was to come.

RevenVrake from Not Here Nor There Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Drift compatible
#388: Dec 6th 2011 at 10:17:01 AM

Levi had shaken her head at the Joker's offer,

“Nah!”.

When she walked into their 'room', they found that it was only another room with three doors. One had a book on it, another a crown, and the last one had a teddy bear.

Stern didn't wait and walked through the door with the book on it, coming into a giant library, complete with various machines in one corner.

“This will do.”

Lord Dearche marched through the door with the crown on it...and entered a throne room, a very large, golden throne room. It had plenty of statues, all of her of course.

“PERFECT!” She cried.

Levi went though the door with the teddy bear, and came into toy land. Well...that's pretty much sums it up. It was a child's paradise (or what one might think a paradise would be). There were giant teddy bears, dolls, anything a child would want.

“AWESOME!”

The Joker's little announcment had annoyed Stern, who promptly walked over to her controls and adjusted something.

On the Joker's end, his speakers would suddenly squeal feedback at maximum volume as she adjusted things.

Finally,

“Would Mr. Joker please refrain from frivolous chatter?”

Flanker66 Dreams of Revenge from 30,000 feet and climbing Since: Nov, 2009 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Dreams of Revenge
#389: Dec 6th 2011 at 2:40:22 PM

Dr. Wily listened carefully to Sauron's assurances. Perhaps unexpectedly to the smooth talking sorceror, he had struck a nerve when he called him a "vassal". Wily never served under anyone, and he most certainly wouldn't start doing so now. Now just wait a moment. We are both going to be equal partners in this alliance. I am sure that you would expect nothing less if the situation were reversed. You do drive a hard bargain, however.

The mad genius's face contorted into a frown as the Joker's "announcement" filtered through his lair's speakers, his expression darkening with each passing moment. He really was surrounded by idiots, wasn't he? Worse still, they were powerful idiots - getting them to listen to his superior intellect would be like herding cats. The doctor needed a weapon - or perhaps a machine of some sort - to redress the balance. Shifting on his chair, he started contemplating how he would set about doing this.

Locking you up on radar since '09
Anura from England Since: Apr, 2011 Relationship Status: THIS CONCEPT OF 'WUV' CONFUSES AND INFURIATES US!
#390: Dec 6th 2011 at 3:02:14 PM

The Emperor had gone along the corridor, trying doors until he found his. Going in, he saw a perfect replica of his most recent dwelling place: the throne room in the highest tower of Pandaemonium.

The floor was a tiled affair of blue-purple tinted crystal, through which could be seen a vast, starry expanse. The room was sparsely decorated with crystal pillars of the same colour, with the room dominated by the spiky throne, also made of crystal.Such a dwelling place had served his purposes when he was the god-like being who had conquered Hell, but in his human form he had need for rather more lavish comforts.

In response to his wishes, the room morphed into a replica of his personal chambers back in Castle Palamecia. Green marble tiles for the floor, carpeted with purple velvet. Walls of stone, decorated with many pictures. This place had a desk, a bed, and a few other things that would accommodate him.

When The Joker's message came over the intercom, and the follow-up message, The Emperor made a resolution to cast a Mute spell on the clown if he abused such a system again.

A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.
troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#391: Dec 6th 2011 at 3:13:35 PM

Ensconced in thought though he was, Sauron's reply was seamless and almost ingratiatingly smooth.

"Of course, honored Doctor. We shall be equal, if that is your wish. You misunderstand me in one way, however... I am not adverse to servitude, for it has always been the place of the weaker to serve the stronger. I too have a Dark Master, one greater than I am - but I do not begrudge him, for that is the path of Order."

"Your terms are accepted."

Despite his humble words, Sauron had a half-annoyed, half-amused smile on his face. This man was a mere human, special in no way except for his fleeting knowledge of metalwork... and yet he dared to put himself on equal footing with one of the immortal Ainur! The audacity of the request was almost laughable.

Very well. He would play along. There would be time enough for this man's secrets to be revealed...

And when that time had passed, he would be discarded like the tool he was.

edited 6th Dec '11 6:24:57 PM by troydenite

LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#392: Dec 6th 2011 at 3:37:11 PM

With a series of whirs, the steering wheel attached itself to the ceiling, and began cycling through its memory banks.

"DESIGNATION: AUTO-PILOT, AXIOM CLASS. DATE OF MANUFACTURE: 2105 A.D. DIRECTIVE: ... DIRECTIVE: ... ERROR: PRIME DIRECTIVE NOT FOUND."

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
Fusionman Since: Nov, 2009
#393: Dec 6th 2011 at 3:37:54 PM

The Master starts trying to contact Wily. "Doctor... For some odd reason I feel a kinship towards you. Perhaps we can seek an alliance. You make the terms."

The Master grins and hangs up and goes right back to talking to his cage. "Well Doctor...it seems I'm making new friends."

Bassetete Since: Jul, 2011
#394: Dec 6th 2011 at 7:50:28 PM

There was a tower of some description, impossibly large and tall, where the tracks they were following dissipated. Fiddlesticks approached it, cackling to himself for some reason or another. When he came up to the elevator, he turned around.

"Should we continue in, master? It may well be a trap. But then, if it were a trap we probably would have died a long time ago. Perhaps I am being paranoid." Another evil little cackle.

bamack1 Since: Mar, 2010
#395: Dec 7th 2011 at 9:10:30 AM

The Overlord nodded to Fiddlesticks, ignoring the cackling, showing how he agreed that they should continue. He headed to enter the tower, hefting his axe over his shoulder.

UdtheImp from Stamford, CT (Series 2) Relationship Status: The Skitty to my Wailord
#396: Dec 7th 2011 at 12:05:53 PM

Joker laughed at Bison and Stern's responses to his broadcast. He thought about responding to them, he noticed a nearby control panel. On it were various switches with names written under each, aligned vertically with ON and OFF. One of the names included Saber. Thinking a moment, he then switched them all off. Minus Saber.

He activated the intercom.

-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-

"Helloooooooooooooo-ooooooooooooo, Saber baby!" the Joker's voice rang out in Saber's room. "I want to take this time to privately chat with you. Don't worry, nobody but you will be hearing this broadcast. My voice is for you alone right now......"

A beat.

"OOOOOO I feel like a call girl talking to a sleazy politician for phone based foreplay! It makes me so GIDDY!!" The clown childishly giggled at that thought. "Off tangent a bit to lighten the mood! Anyway, its obvious you and I gotten off to a bad start, and I suggest a do-over. As you know, I am the Joker, Clown Prince of Crime, the Ace of Knaves, the Harlequin of Hate, and whole bunch of other titles that would take me a good hour to run down! And I offer the team up! With moi. Because every good comedy act needs a suitable straight man. Or, in your case, woman. You in? I'll even stop with the S&M joooooookes......huh? Huh?" The swordswoman could practically feel Joker wiggling his eyebrows at the other end.

"Feel free to responded, I think this is two-way," the Joker added. "Two-way.....now I feel REALLY dirty! HOO hoo hoo!"

edited 7th Dec '11 1:27:53 PM by UdtheImp

DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!
Psyga315 Since: Jan, 2001
#397: Dec 7th 2011 at 1:03:23 PM

Daido simply looked at the large machine next. The machine was a large throne like device with a large circular backing. He looked at the sides of the backing and saw small rectangular holes. He had no idea what this device was. He then turned to the book again and read another page off it.

December 12, 2009

I received reports coming from Futo about the dead rising from the graves. I was tempted to check out the place and see what's causing the commotion, but something caught my eye. During a raid on an abandoned Foundation X laboratory, I discovered a device that was possibly invented by Fumine Sonozaki herself.

My mother told me how Fumine's research had resulted in many things, but most importantly, the creation of Necro-Over. Had it not been for her research on the strange events revolving around her son Raito, my mother wouldn't have adapted those notes into the first Necro-Over notes and wouldn't have brought me and the others back to life.

The other thing she researched were Gaia Memories. Small devices that corrupt people into monsters. Foundation X apparently liked this idea and funded it over Necro-Over. It seems the device we found supported the implementation of the Gaia Memories. We also found some notes on the device and a supposed "next generation of Gaia Memories". It's said that the two devices link to each other and has the potential to unlock great powers. I've decided to steal the device in case we will need it later. I doubt we will, but who knows when it will come in handy.

I will go back to my studies on the Necro-Over formula, but improvements so far are that one can live a week longer without having to rely on the serum. I am not sure if there's any weaknesses, but so far I've noted that a Necro-Over can take more punishment than a normal human can. They can still die, just they need more bullets. Making the Necro-Overs immortal, however, is the lowest of my priorities. I'm more trying to increase the number of members of NEVER from five to about twenty five. I would probably want more, but for now, twenty five is fine.

Daido looked back at the device. "... Is this the device Daido took?" Daido said as he felt the large device.

edited 7th Dec '11 1:04:03 PM by Psyga315

LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#398: Dec 7th 2011 at 1:05:03 PM

There was a whirring sound coming closer and closer to the joker. A white steering wheel with a red eye on it moved across a rail in the ceiling, then abruptly stopped in front of him.

"DO NOT PLAY WITH THE INTERCOM."

And a Strange Figure Emerges.
UdtheImp from Stamford, CT (Series 2) Relationship Status: The Skitty to my Wailord
#399: Dec 7th 2011 at 1:40:09 PM

"Oh shut up you talking plastic pinwheel!" Joker said to Auto while covering up the microphone part of his device. "I'm having a private chat here!"

edited 19th Dec '11 10:01:31 PM by UdtheImp

DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!
LizardOfAus (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#400: Dec 7th 2011 at 1:42:44 PM

"MISUSE OF CONTROL BOOTH COMMUNICATIONS: A CLASS-3 VIOLATION, AS PER CODE 1.93.4.1" The wheel moved closer. "DESIST, OR FORCE SHALL BE USED."

And a Strange Figure Emerges.

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