Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Now watching Nydarros realize his ever so minor oversight, the soul chuckles to itself, beginning to drift once again. This time, it drifts towards the diner, progressing fairly slowly but approaching nonetheless. All the while, it continues emitting that blue glow all around itself, as bright as always...

   <Amusing. Now what type of business might he be up to...>   

Once the wandering soul has approached close enough to the diner and to its open doors, he would see the sight of Nyrrhos, currently standing just past the door and leaning against a wall, as well as Leikinn, who is now finished with eating the chicken leg.

"They're set to arrive here at any moment, Nyarlathotep. And you're pretty much one of the people who can be considered very much capable of destroying them."

A sigh from the elf, who presses a hand against his temples.

"Is that seriously the only reason I'm here?"

Leikinn shrugs, but he shakes his head, smiling mischievously, his teeth shining.

"Not really. I just... also wanted someone to tag along. Gets really boring being all alone here, y'know."

The soul drifts into the diner. While it can't exactly move stealthily due to being a brightly glowing light, it does end up drifting close enough to Leikenn and... Nyarlathotep's table to overhear a few words. The soul remains silent for a few moments, then drifts a little closer...

   <What is arriving?>   

The two turn to face the glowing soul simultaneously, somewhat surprised, but they soon speak up in tandem.

"Outsiders."

Nyrrhos clears his throat, gesturing for Leikinn to speak up, and the redhead nods.

"Creatures from outside the universe. They intend to destroy and harm."

"Very malicious. I've never found someone I considered to be reasonable."

A long pause, once again. The soul flickers, darkening slightly...

   <I see... perhaps that was what that thing was...>   

Another pause.

   <In that case, I would appreciate knowing every detail you can spare about their type, abilities, and general means to defeat them. While I doubt they can do anything to me that I would not survive, I would rather not find out.>   

The two glance at one another, Leikinn and Nyrrhos shooting each other sharp looks and looking unsure of what to say next.

"They're varied," the redhead begins with a calm tone, taking a burger and biting into it, while the elf decides to follow through.

"They're distinct because they can occasionally be misshapen, or have the wrong colour. And they feel wrong, too."

"They just don't belong, period."

   <...Variable, unusual shape, unusual colour, and wrong feelings. That is surprisingly less helpful than one would imagine, as far as descriptions go.>   

The soul flickers. It moves to "sit" down beside the table, which consists of floating slightly lower and near one of the sides.

   <There are certain beings which, while they fit into those archetypes, are quite natural in regards to whether they should exist or should not. For a given definition of natural, of course. I am sure one of you knows what type of beings I may be referring to here, if not both of you...>   

"I know that all too well," Nyrrhos mutters with a particularly smooth tone, now eyeing the soul, while Leikinn simply shrugs and continues to eat the burger he has, leaving the elf to talk by himself and explain the situation further.

"Regardless, Outsiders are... also very hostile. At least, most of the ones we've seen. And, if it helps, they have a black aura around them that absorbs light and other energies."

The soul drifts around the table slightly. One way, then the other. The idle motions of a floating light source. It seems to be attracting a few random moths by now...

   <A black aura, light absorption... Interesting. Then they may actually be a problem for me...>   

While the soul does seem hesitant at first, it shakes itself about slightly, then continues once more, confidence renewed.

   <Not a problem for me, specifically. But a problem for the others where I reside. The first attack was bad enough - going into a second attack, against an unknown foe without being aware of what it can do... I don't know if the other hundred would be able to manage...>   

NLA, Residential District. Ruined Dragon Battle.

Natalia stares towards the Mini Kulve as it shields her from the lightning wheel. Despite being grateful towards it for protecting her, she still feels a bit guilty that she isn't able to do much for it.

"Thank you..." she says to the Mini Kulve, slowly reaching her hand out to try and gently touch it, despite the possible electric shock she might get. She then notices that she's feeling a bit tired, most likely stemming from the fact that she has been upgrading a lot during this battle.

NLA

In a dark alleyway in New Los Angeles, a strange, mummy-like being hands Bass◊ a piece of paper.

   "Now remember... don't use it until you're signaled to."   , the being says, chuckling evilly. Bass raises an eyebrow and just puts it in his armor.

"Whatever you say. But you better not be lying."

   "I am a lot of things, but not a liar."   

Bass just shrugs and walks off, and the being starts to float further into the alleyway.

Neuff is around NLA, sitting at a careful distance away from Troa, who's looking at her smugly.

Don't you dare move.

Please, you're as simplistic as that idiot "god" of thunder. Why would I pointlessly go on a rampage when that could end badly for me ? Why not sit here and just talk to you while you can't do anything to me.

Neuff growls, Troa smiles smugly.

You and Thor are quite representative of what thunder is : a big, booming, intimidating sound.. but without any bite on its all. All bark.

Either Neuff or Troa might feel an odd, dark energy nearby, and if they look, they might see the mummy-like being come out of an alleyway, then quickly move into another as if wanting to avoid being seen. His movement is fast and blurry, almost a little like one of Argo's skills, but much more unnatural.

Neuff and Troa observe him, and Neuff get up, pointing at Troa. Troa simply shrugs and crosses her leg as Neuff attempts to follow.

Cracked Egg Carrier, Over NLA

"This is bad."

"Is he dead?"

"He's been unresponsive for weeks."

Omelette, Kukri, and Susie are all poking at this random guy who showed up on their ship a few weeks ago.

He wears a gray hoodie, some jeans, some black soap shoes, and was holding a lampshade when found.

All of a sudden, he begins to stir.

Edited by DefRevenge24601 on Dec 28th 2018 at 3:58:36 PM

The being keeps moving until a little further down the alleyway, where a small, hooded person◊ is waiting. Judging by her appearance and form, the person is a girl.

"How did it go?", she asks, her voice sounding distorted.

   "Good, I finally found someone else willing to take one. It's been a while since the last one."   , the being says, then chuckles.    "You know, at this rate, your little plan may actually end up working."   

"It better..."

   "So, where's feathers? Isn't he here yet?"   

"Do you see him?"

   "Hm, how sassy. So unlike you."   

Neuff decide not to hide at the edge of the hallway and opt to sit back on the bench, using her super hearing to eavesdrop while keeping her distance to feign innocence if they get suspicious anyway.

Through these means, Neuff will be able to catch what they're saying, and she'll hear this 'feathers' person arrive, but she won't be able to see what they look like.

   "There you are. It's been a little while since we last met, huh?"   

"About two months or so.", the person replies. He has a male voice, and sounds like he's around the same age as Demo. "You know I'm very busy outside this place too."

   "Yes, yes, don't get angry now."   

"If you think I'm angry, you haven't seen me angry yet."

"Alright, the both of you, no antagonizing. We're in this together.", the girl says. "So how did it go?"

'Feathers' chuckles.

"Three."

   "Oh, that brings our total up to 25. I've never handed out so many at once before, it's actually somewhat exciting."   

"25 already... that's a lot, but I still don't know if it's enough. We should aim for 30 at the very least."

Edited by DevilPsyco on Dec 28th 2018 at 10:08:51 AM

Hm, sounds like trouble but I know better than to just rush in... wonder what they're talking about ? I know that a book cant be judged by their cover but I'm hardly trusting these omnious guys.

She briefly turns around, attempting to peer towards the hallway.

I could maybe see through the walls and see if someone else knows them later on ?

Edited by Bolded1 on Dec 28th 2018 at 10:10:53 AM

From the angle Neuff is looking at, she'll only be able to see the back of the mummy guy.

"It's honestly a miracle we haven't been discovered yet. I remember the people in this world being annoyingly good at being where they need to be at the right time."

   "We better not get dicovered. I'm doing this behind my master's back, and I'll be in trouble if he finds out about this."   

"We won't be discovered. And even if we are, nobody will know who we are while looking like this. Now calm down. We have to focus on finding at least five more people willing to accept these. Anyone who can fight works."

Too bad for you I'm around she thinks to herself, getting up a little. She is a little surprised, however, when Troa walks in, fairly loudly, seemingly attempting to get noticed by the trio.

Shit !

Edited by Bolded1 on Dec 28th 2018 at 10:24:51 AM

The three turn around, and both the mummy-guy and the hooded girl appear startled. 'Feathers', on the other hand, doesn't seem very concerned. And now that Troa is near them, she'll be able to see what he looks like. He has short black hair, a black jacket with orange accents, a white scarf and, most notably, black wings, which means he's likely an angel. He also has a pair of sunglasses.◊

"And who're you?", he asks.

"Careful, that's Troa. She's insanely strong."

The angel raises an eyebrow.

"That so?"

I see that my reputation precedes me. she says, smirking. And yes, I am quite strong. I put this place at my mercy after all.

And then I wrecked you. says Neuff, glaring at her and walking from her seat. Troa's face take a blank look and then she proceeds to burst into a long, deliberately awkward laughter at Neuff, causing the sister to look a bit more ticked off than usual.

So... who are you guys ? she asks, while Troa keeps laughing.

"You expect us to tell you?", the angel asks.

   "Oh, oh, but wait just a minute... these two, they're powerful..."   , the mummy suddenly says, hovering towards the two, evilness gleaming in his eyes.

   "Perhaps they might be interested in these?"   

He shows a piece of paper. It's a Darkling Contract.

Cracked Egg Carrier Over NLA

The individual wakes up fully and quickly looks for an opening, jumping out of the ship as soon as he finds it.

"That's bad."

"Very bad."

"No shit."

NLA

He lands on a rooftop, near to the other scene but not interacting with it. He pulls out a comm, trying to connect...

"Revenge to Trunks. Revenge to Rick. Revenge to Marty. Anyone coming in?"

Nothing. He takes a better look at his surroundings before coming to a conclusion.

"This isn't Tropesburg..."