Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

She drops and rolls.

"WAAAAH!"

Why her?! Did it really get that offended by her little fib?

"No you don't." Rey switches modes to Beat Saber, turning his guns into laser swords. He slices the other arm off, then hacks off both legs.

He then stands back as Erma sends her hair over the entire room, wrapping around the limbless Terminator from all directions and ripping it to pieces with a demonic scream.

"Jeez, calm down..."

Inexplicably, the portal from which the Terminator emerged shuts itself. The GO Rocket Grunt looks at the people all around him, pulls his hat over his eyes, and mutters, "You never saw me," before running out the door - abandoning his post. Not like any of them knew what that post was.

Rey lets out a deep exhale. "Hoo... Wait, I did that? I actually just beat a T800?"

Erma shrugs. She finished it off, if that's what you mean, but yeah you totally butchered it before that.

Edited by KiriK on Oct 12th 2019 at 8:53:21 AM

T-8what?

She sits up, a bit haggard but pretty much unharmed.

Mr. man? What was that mean thing and why did it... do the things it did?

Rey proceeds to give a detailed explanation on the Terminator franchise... actually.

"So, there's a reality out there - fictional in my universe -" cue Erma nodding "- where humanity, that is, people like Geo and myself (sort of), create an automated defense system called SkyNet to keep the Earth safe. They foolishly give SkyNet control of every weapons system ever, but when they boot it up, it runs an analysis of the world and concludes humanity is the greatest threat to Earth, and by extension, itself. It then nukes the planet and starts making mechanical monstrosities like these -" he kicks a piece of the Terminator's cranium for effect "- to wage war and kill all the surviving humans. The resistance has a leader named John Connor, and eventually things go on for so long that SkyNet develops time travel technology and sends a Terminator of the same model as this one, T800, into the past to kill his mother Sarah before she can give birth to him. Long story short, it fails, but it takes a hell of a lot of punishment to bring down."

He begins speculating. "Perhaps this Terminator is from an alternate version of that reality, and somehow ended up getting pulled across space instead of time, bringing it to the Arena - but its objective of 'terminate', as in 'kill', remained unchanged."

Oooh... that's why he asked me where that Sarah was.

"Ahuh!"

Can we watch it? Or read it or whatever?

As soon as Marowak asks that, Hoopa◊ appears through a portal.

"Excellent, now all we need is a plan to get to the people in that basement and get them to reveal where exactly we need to go."

"Then Hoopa will open a portal for us there and we'll sneak around the base to get those plans."

"As well as take all of their Shadow Pokemon too!"

"Wobbu!"

... Well, that's a pretty clear yes on that question, Marowak.

Mimikyu, now next to Marowak and Houndoom again, casts a strange glance at the other four. It then looks and points at Houndoom with its shadowy claw, though doesn't attack. Instead, it makes some of its horrifying noises, but luckily those noises are just it talking to it.

   Your strongest Dark attack. What is it?   

Edited by DevilPsyco on Oct 12th 2019 at 4:13:12 PM

"You know what? Sure. We can watch the first two movies. Later, though, I gotta sleep." Rey heads off for his room.

Erma looks back at Ami and gives her an OK hand, then starts hastily putting all the convenience-store stuff back into place with her ghostly telekinesis powers.

Houndoom is taken aback at first, but then barks an answer.

Foul Play. Why?

"Yay!"

She then sits down and gets back to lounging.

"Aah...!"

   They have a stone for Dark moves as well. Draw attention to it. I want us to have enough power to destroy those Rockets.   , Mimikyu hisses. And considering his behavior, let's hope it doesn't mean that in a literal sense.

You mean like one of those 'Z-Move' crystals? I see. I will keep this in mind.

Mimikyu nods and hops off, back towards Jessie, and uses his claw to activate his Luxury Ball, letting himself be recalled. Jessie looks down at the ball and sighs.

"What's even the point of me holding it anymore if it just leaves and enters on its own."

"Who cares? We have a plan to make right now, and then we gotta make it foolproof!", Meowth says.

"Indeed.", James says, then turning to Marowak and Houndoom, holding out their Premier Balls.

"We have a long walk ahead of us, and you'll need all the energy you can get, so return for now."

If they let themselves be returned, Team Rocket will then start getting on their way, with Hoopa floating behind them for a little bit, but eventually sitting down on Wobbuffet's head, finding it funny to be carried.

Edited by DevilPsyco on Oct 12th 2019 at 4:47:45 PM

The Pokémon return to their Premier Balls.

Edited by KiriK on Oct 12th 2019 at 9:45:59 AM

The demon stood from his stone throne, disappearing in a cloud of snow. His voice echoed around the room.

   "Indeed, I am his superior. I sense a true warrior's spirit in you, despite your obvious overconfidence. Respectable, which is why Boyero brought you to me. After I took over this once fiery dimension, demons of fire became incredibly rare. They couldn't bear the cold I coated this land in, so they died. However, your fire is not fading... Strange."   

He reappeared directly in front of Nightbringer, extending his freezing hand.

   "I am Lucifer of Hell, Krampus. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."   

The demon let out a chuckle, gripping the frozen hand tightly, his own heat enough to combat Krampus’s cold. He looked up at him, and then he let go of his hand.

   “I am Nightbringer, in my universe I am the primordial embodiment of Chaos.”   

Taking a look around what he presumed to be Hell. He laughed out loud

   “Hell has frozen over here it seems. And yet, your ice has little to no effect on me.”   

Krampus chuckles, releasing his hand. He turned around, walking back to his throne.. expecting Nightbringer to follow.

   "This is not as cold as it gets, if you're ever wanting to test your flame head to the Lake of Souls. But we're not here to gloat are we? Your demonic fire is strong, which is why I would like to ask your assistance. Have you found your way to Tamriel yet? Beautiful place, but I would argue it could use a little more... frost. If you're interested, Boyero will be leading an attack force and I would like you to assist him. I do not expect your help will come for free?"   

The demon followed Krampus, nodding at his inquiry.

   “My only price for this request is I ask that you provide assistance in destroying... Order. I do not sense her presence in this realm yet, but if a day comes where I do. I ask that you assist in my war.”   

Krampus without thought replies,

   "Gladly Nightbringer. This war of my own should not take long... my armies are ready. It is time for attack. Good luck, Boyero is dying to wreak havoc."   

Krampus snaps his fingers, and Nightbringer finds himself in

The Portal Room - Boyero and Nightbringer.

The demon of fire appears behind Boyero, standing on a pedestal 20 feet high of ice. The room is massive, at least double the size of Krampus's throne room. Below him is thousands of demons clad in armor and weaponry, chanting in a language he does not understand. The booms of their weapons hitting the floor in unison shakes the room. Boyero's voice rises above all of the noise,

   "Are you ready for war?!"   

Hundreds of demons turn to an absolutely massive portal behind them. The demons shout in unison,    "SPREMNI SMO!"   

Boyero turns to Nightbringer,

   "They are ready, and as are we. Now we wait Nightbringer."   

The room falls silent, as the army stands deathly still like statues. Boyero sits, adopting a meditative stance. The Warlock's icy blue eyes radiate with rage.

The Nightbringer looks at the army, then at Boyero. Then with an evil smile, he calmly sits down, unsheathing his sword of fire, laying it in his lap, with a flick of his wrist a igneous rock appears in his hand. And he begins to sharpen his blade. The metallic sound echoing around the room. Not loud enough to disturb anybody.

The Hub Centralis

Shadow scowls.

   "True...but you're not going to lord that over me. I've heard enough of that. And it's not very 'majestic God' or even 'pretentious Demon Lord' to say 'yeah'. For someone with your grandiose self-view, that was awfully casual of you."   

He scoffs.

   "If I were to pursue the true offending party, I would do so in honorable combat, and I would only take a life if it was absolutely necessary. I would never kidnap a man to be tortured and summarily executed. I don't see that as true justice."   

With a look of disbelief in his eyes, he shakes his head.

   "You really don't have anything good to say about her, which is to be expected, but you've just described yourself in a nutshell, 'callous and uncaring beast'. You forget that, without Horakhty's influence, your native world wouldn't exist in the first place. She may have ended your reign of terror, and subsequently brought Bakura down with you, but, in sacrificing one life, she saved countless others. Again, if I were there, I would have tried to come up with a way where even that one wasn't wasted. And, no, as far as self-proclaimed Gods go, you're actually pretty trashy. You're a textbook example of a typical self-styled 'Lord of Evil', who was actually formed from human despair, and can presumably be killed by enough people simply hoping at you enough. You're really more of a rather egotistical Egregore than even a true Demon Lord, to be honest."   

He glances up at Diabound, and sighs, shaking his head.

   "Somehow, I feel he wouldn't have much to add to the conversation, given his current mental state. Probably say much the same as you, being thoroughly corrupted and all. Were he more lucid, I might have."   

Once TK!Bakura begins to respond, Shadow seems to pause and listen intently to his words, a look of anticipation in his eyes...followed by a dejected, resigned expression and a slight forward slump in his posture as his hopes are crushed, and he gives another heavy sigh.

   "Ouch...y'know, I didn't expect you to just do a complete 180 at this very moment, but you coulda' at least pretended to consider my apology...I really think it's not too late for you, that you'd be able to achieve your goal of avenging your people while redeeming yourself, if you'd just consider my advice and try giving peace a chance. Staining your own hands with another's blood may set your own mind at ease for the moment, but it just switches one crime for another."   

Edited by SacredSpirit123 on Oct 13th 2019 at 8:36:19 AM

Throat of the World

Fu observes the former site of the Time-Wound with intrigue.

"Hmmm, yes... mountain, place where time was all screwy... this should do nicely."

He opens up a time rift, making sure it's big enough that people down below could easily spot it, and begins to work his magic.

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Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 14th 2019 at 10:37:24 AM

The Past, OP Event-space

Lightning starts to crackle in the sky, as Dark Meta Knight◊ descends, holding onto some kind of pink crystal, which seems to have someone inside of it.

   "I still don't see the purpose of this test, but orders are orders."   

He lets go of the crystal, slashes at it with his sword, and then immediately flies away as fast as he can.

Beat

The damaged crystal starts to shine, and the figure inside breaks out, brandishing his lance as lightning strikes behind him, giving him an ominous glow.

History changes.

Galacta Knight strikes another pose, holding his lance skyward and absorbing light and lightning through it until his entire form is a pure white silhouette. He gets... slightly bigger. Then, in a burst of downy white feathers, his super form is revealed.

Infinite History! VS. Aeon Hero (Light)

—

Time Patrol Path

• Subdue Aeon Hero (Light)

Fu Path

• Kill Aeon Hero (Light)

Dark Bakura actually looks surprised for a moment, then chuckles.

   "I suppose the boy is rubbing off on me, vocabulary wise at least."   

He then shakes his head.

"The massacre wasn't honorable. Why should I be?"

Then he looks rather angry.

   "Silence, you. My existence is not linked to hers, and neither is my world. And had she been there when the boy needed her most, his life wouldn't have had to be sacrificed at all. She is as much to blame for the casualties as I am. Don't try to defend her, you know it's true."   

He then proceeds to look unimpressed.

   "Trash talk does not become of a 'noble, honorable' god of darkness and chaos. Darkness and chaos may not be inherently evil, but your heroism is a disgrace to the title. Hope will not harm me. If it did, their brief moment of hope when it looked like the Egyptian Gods could stop me would have weakened me. But it did not. For a supposedly all-knowing deity, you are surprisingly ignorant."   

He dismissively waves his hand at Shadow.

   "I will not waste my breath on this subject anymore. You are not worth it."   

Diabound just stares Shadow down silently before dissipating again. Then Dark Bakura laughs.

"I don't need redemption. I'm in my right. Injustice was done to my people, so it goes the other way around. I'm prepared to die, even cease to be for my crime, but only once I have had my revenge. Understand my determination in the matter, Shadow."

He shakes his head once more.

"Zorc is right. This is a waste of breath, there is nothing more to say. We just go around in circles. Goodbye."

The Millenium Ring glows for a moment. After that, Dark Bakura's voice goes back to normal.

   "So you've heard our opinions. And you cannot act out against us, for we haven't done anything that requires you to step in."   

His eyes darken with evil glee as he spins the Millenium Rod in his hand tauntingly.

   "I won this fair and square after all."   

Edited by DevilPsyco on Oct 14th 2019 at 7:41:27 PM

Eleven teleports near the portal using Kai Kai, hands in her pockets.

Ayeee let's cause some damage.

...

Goku smirks and his aura flows around him, taking a stance.

"Let's go !" he says, preparing an energy blast... then he notices that Galacta Knight is powering up.

"You know, you're not supposed to power up from the start !" He says, applying that advice by not activating Super Saiyan even in spite of his enemy's power up.

Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 14th 2019 at 10:46:06 AM

Past - Undefined Mountainous OP Event Zone (featuring Galacta Knight from the Tactical Eating Action Kirby Star Allied series)

- A familiar face is casually strolling around. Cynthia is absentmindedly watching the panorama around of her, dressed in her casual blue, slightly ripped jeans, as well as a hoodie with stars on his back and elbows, as well as two lines on each side of the sleeves. Underneath, she was wearing a rather simple yet slightly dirty white shirt, betraying the fact she had been walking around in the dust for a bit. On her back, a giant behemoth of a sword-shaped machine all in white is attached to her back by an unknown force. Her face is young and smiling, her brown eyes gleaming eventhough one of them is buried beneath a massive bang of the mane of hair she has. -

"Mmmm~ What a nice weather today. Perfect for a stroll over there~..."

- Suddenly, Dark Meta Knight appears, holding out a weird crystal that soon shatters, revealing a pink ball not akin Dark Meta Knight, wielding a lance. -

"Welp. Let's d-"

- She takes out her sword, almost putting on her headphones, when suddenly, her spider senses instinct kicks in. It felt... Different. The world suddenly shifted around her. Unlike her brother, she wasn't able to see the future but the past. But here, it felt too sudden: the change of history made her feel really wrong. She gripped her sword harder, feeling the Psion around of her coursing into alien paths. -

"Something is wrong... Time is being corrupted? Is this thing creating something new?"

Present - Throat of the world

- Cynthia grumbled. She had been conceiving plans to avoid this for years, yet timelines were just as mysterious as ever. Theorically speaking, with the Gregory-Aaron-Cynthia Conjecture, Timelines were but another dimention advancing at a normal path. Yet they had difficulties scanning timelines, meaning attacking them was an easy thing that could happen. Sighing, she grabbed her Chronon Flux Evaluator. No doubt that what was in front of her was a time rift, a passage through time. It extended from this place - the Throat Of The World, a mountainous rift located deep within the Arena Alternate Universe - to another situated in the past of the Arena AU. At least, she should have viewed this a bit more positively: it meant she could finally test the efficacity of the new squad she made to help her work. -

"Alright, Chronodrifters? We're going in. The timeline seems to have shifted from this point, we're going to have to crush it back into shape. Delta 1, Delta 2, ready?"

"Ready for Chronoportation, Lady Cynthia!"

- Lady Cynthia... It's been fifteen years since the incident that gave her her unique ability to travel through time. Cynthia was now around 35 years old, and her powers were as strong as ever. Out was the question of dressing casually on the field, now she wore her own fashion, labelled Alter Foundation: a pair of tight fit jeans and solid, steel toed thigh-high boots, as well as a white shirt, a deep purple undervest and tie, the whole under a labcoat. Theses were the peak performance of the laboratory, enhanced with mechanical addons making sure she could use the less amount of stamina possible to reserve it for her Psion Arts. She sighed one more time, putting onto her now mature and almost motherly-like face her eternal mask of iterations, a mask created to avoid time paradoxes of her revealing her face to a past self. Still, the unkempt mane of meters of hair, now neatly tamed in a barely holding giant braid was still as green as even, betraying quite easily who she was. -

"Right. We're using the portal, Delta 1 and 2. Are the anchors stable? Chronoflash weapons ready?"

"Anchors stable! Chronoflash weapons are at peak level, just like your theory!"

"Suits are not breached, temporal stability is A-OK. P.P.A.s are full functional. Backup Line is assured."

"So the Chronon field here overcharges the Chronoflash technology... Beware, the Chronon Field might drop at the exit, due to the transport. Alright, everything is in order..."

- She clutches her right hand a bit, it encastred in a great, golden gauntlet with the unmistakeable white ring on its center, showing the presence of a Psion Particle Accelerator onto it. She grabs a sword, not unlike the one Cynthia of the past was currently wielding, except for the few cristals of an undefinable cover at their ends. -

"Let's do this!"

- Without a doubt, she jumps into the portal, soon followed by the two suited-up men, into the familiar trunade of time, right at... -

Past - Undefined Mountainous OP Event Zone (featuring Kakarot Kaek from the Devil May Wish For Anything As Long As They Drag In My Balls Z)

- Past!Cynthia's instrict gets even more frenzical. -

"It can't be!? There's more of them?!"

- ...the side of Past!Cynthia, cracking her neck a bit, before noticing a familiar figure at her side... -

"It can't be!? I was there?!"

"Who are you?!"

- Present!Cynthia blinks before answering. -

"I am the head director of the Alter Chronography And Chronoportation Division. You can call me Lady. I need to assess the current situation and crunch the ensuing time paradox. You are Cynthia, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then I'll allow you to use the full extend of your powers for helping, including Chronocere and Electra, as well as Frigor and possibly Lumens."

"...Who are you?!"

"She is Lady. Lady, the present figure is rating a great threat level, but no Chronon Field seems to surround him."

"Psion ratings?"

"Extremly high. Possibly due to the highly dangerous space we are in."

"Let's go!"

"Fine, but I'll need to talk to you later, Lady!"

- The two Alter Agents aim at Aeon Hero, while Past!Cynthia shrouds herelf in an aura in electricity, her veins glowing of a blue hue, and Lady begins to glow white! -

Outside the rift, Fu stands idly by, watching Present!Cynthia's team with vague amusement and confusion, before making himself undetectable and going into the rift to spectate the battle.

Not an important moment, don't bother with it.

Edited by KiriK on Oct 14th 2019 at 1:40:42 PM