Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

"Um. Try... EX-5564-PNEUMA, spelled P-N-E-U-M-A all capital letters. Put that into any kind of subspace or cellular communication device and it should contact me as long as I am within the arena."

She waves goodbye. "I hope to see you again."

His eyes glow green for a second as she lists off the digits and letters. The strings are inserted into his 'phone's' contacts, right after Cinke's and before Single's as 'nerd associate 3 - angel'.

"Okey doke. See ya around!" he says, before *bawoop!*ing out of existence.

With nothing else to do, Angel wanders elsewhere. What an interesting fellow. Existence never ceases to surprise her.

The Ragged Flagon - Cistern

"So, ya got the stone, huh?"

"Yes," answers Goemon.

A man twirls the Red Stone, back in its pendant, around his finger.

"What do you think about that, huh? I told you we were qualified."

Snake huffs. "We never asked for your help."

"Well, it's just so..."

Lupin III◊ tosses the Red Stone into the air and shoots it, shattering it to pieces.

Edited by KiriK on Mar 3rd 2021 at 7:14:20 AM

The Ragged Flagon - Cistern

Jigen is there!

"Oy, Lupin! The hell was that? It was probably worth a fortune!"

He bristles a bit at the loss of shiny thing.

"Well, you heard that 'JoJo' guy." Lupin twirls his pistol. "Anyone who has that stone can become the Ultimate Thing. And if I've learned anything from our little Eclipse caper, it's that mankind isn't ready for that kind of power. The scrap might be worth less than the intact article, but it's also not going to fall into the hands of a megalomaniac."

"He has a point." Goemon scoops up the remains of the Red Stone and stuffs them in a small bag.

Edited by KiriK on Mar 3rd 2021 at 7:53:03 AM

"Tch. You're not wrong, but I can't help but want what it would have gotten us."

He does some fancy twirling with his pistol, the blatant disregard for gun safety itself being disregarded because he's just that good.

"So what now?"

"I've scored a nice prize..."

Lupin slaps Megan's notebook onto a table near him.

WHAT HOW

"The secrets to forging an axe that could make us hella bank... depending on how badly its rightful owner wants it."

Whiterun

"Hm?"

Amara opened her eyes sleepily and blinked a bit, as both she and her Pokemon companion roused themselves from their mid-day rest.

"A trainer...? Uhm... not exactly, I think... Although... I guess I kinda?"

College of Winterhold

"Oh, excellent — my thanks, Terlette! Would you mind showing me-"

She suddenly paled. Most beings had a vague 'presence' in her senses, made up of a variety of parts. The ability to sense such presences was not an uncommon one in her world — indeed, the inability to detect such things was somewhat of a rarity. Granted, Megan's sense was a bit sharper than average, but she had been using that sense for most of her life. Terlette, for instance, imposed a vast amount of supernatural pressure from her various magical aptitudes.

What Megan just now felt, though, was something new. A single fundamental concept emanating from a being so strongly that it eclipsed all other aspects that thing may have had. And whatever it was, it didn't give her a good feeling.

"... Be right back. I gotta visit the Arcaneum."

Thundercloud Temple

Nyr examined the Somewhat Staff, and watched closely as Phosphora explained how it acted, as opposed to a staff from his own world.

   "I see! It's almost like a rifle in some ways, then... interesting indeed!"   

He made a few small alterations to the shape of his staff, causing the eye to now be cradled in a sort of "stock", and made some cosmetic tweaks to the haft, causing it to resemble a barrel. Was it a gun, or was it a staff now? Perhaps it was a bit of both — or perhaps, more accurately, it resembled both. This was no mere staff — this was a manifestation of a god-storm's fivefold lightning.

   "Y'know... I could probably be considered an elemental at this point, which how much lighting I have control over. Hehehe..."   

being suprised sent her into a defensive position, pointing the knife at the new arrival

"And you are?"

she seemed skeptical, though loosened a little hearing shigaraki knew them

College of Winterhold, Now the Past

As Megan runs through the stairwells of the College of Winterhold, a pair of red-jacketed arms reach down from the ceiling and snatch her notebook right out of her hands.

There, upside-down on the ceiling, stands Lupin III, a high-pitched hum emanating from his pockets.

"What have we here~?"

"What kind of elemental has as much power as you? You're practically a low-level lightning god."

Phosphora takes the staff and inspects it. "Hmmmm... How about this?"

She takes the eye out and places it on the neck of the staff, making it into a combination of hand-guard and scope, oddly enough. She tries to look through the eye as a way of focusing... but then suddenly recoils as visions of hate invade her sight, dropping it. "Er, never mind. Dumb idea."

Edited by KiriK on Mar 4th 2021 at 9:10:39 AM

Eleven just stares at the knife and summons forth an expression of mighty boredom.

I'm Eleven. It's a name. I'm like twenty-one otherwise.

She's a co-worker.

In mayhem!

"heh"

she giggled a little

"Well if youre a coworker then how do i join this...thing? what is it called i dont think shigaraki specificed"

The Cabal? You get recommended by a decent amount of the higher ranked folks and that's it. Though you're only really accepted when you show competency ya know? Can't drag down the group.

Shigaraki nods quietly.

Gohan

"Huh, that's a first. Most people I see out and about with Pokémon are. Are they just a pet?"

Rocky the Eevee runs up to the chikorita.

"Eevee!"

Mr. Future Monkey Science Man teleports in.

"Snow..." :)

He seems to be enjoying himself.

Ms. Future Lightning Woman appears upside down over Oca, the very top of her head touching the top of his own head, though she keeps her hair up instead of straight down because... magic. For the occasion at least, she bothered to apparently put many little metallic gizmos in her hair and clothes, keeping them floating upright with no issues.

Snow! If the weather is right.

Edited by Bolded1 on Mar 4th 2021 at 6:48:09 PM

"No snow?" D: "I'll have to look harder. I figured this place would have snow. Cause it's called 'Whiterun'."

He looks up and grins.

"Also, howdy Sarah. Didja follow me here?"

Sarah looks down and also grins.

Yeah boi! I just had a fight with the... dwarf metatron light man. So I took some breaks, etc. Family stuff and then I was like oh yeah I gotta see if my man Oca would wish to do something very dangerous and fun. So I teleported here.

He do that thing where you rub your chin all fancy.

"Something dangerous and fun, huh? Whatcha got in mind?"

"did you want tooooo come down to the ground?"

My douche sisters from another timeline are back and causing trouble. I can"t take them on, since my family would be worried, but I'm getting others to form a team. Wanna be a part of it? You're smart and you know how to engage stuff that's stronger than you.

Choice is yours if you want to refuse though, my good pal. She says, crossing and unfolding her arms.

nah i'm good

"A superhero team up, huh? Neat. I'll help out. IF. We get to use an artillery snipe to soften them up before we actually fight. I never get to use big gun."

"why tho"

Duh. Do everything you wanna do so long as it works.

I like floating upside down. It stimulates the brain.

"Awesome..."

"I wouldn't know about that. I'm pretty sure it messes up the brain actually. Though you're brain isn't a normal one, ha!"

"Anything else?"

Yeah you up for a fight? I wanna see how well you'd hold up if they manage to get to you and spoilers, they very likely will.

She finally float down on her feet.

Out of here though. Full power and all.

...

Tropique

I'm not sure this is the way to reach it, Beet.

It is, c'mon now. Strike!

Akordion, who's standing at a tropical island along with Beet, shrugs and punch at her. Beet, in answer, dodge, closing her eyes and looking as serious as she can.

Both fighters flies off and over the sea, with Beet still dodging Akordion's punches and kicks. She even smirks in pride... before he actually manages to hit her with an elbow blow, almost hurling her into the sea. However, she stops herself at the right moment and kind of hover above the water, her back facing it. She nurses her wound, growling a little.

You got cocky, so your grasp on the move faded. Bad move, Beet.

Tropique

A Saiyan meteor comes hurtling down.

It's Callis, making a foot-first Dynamic Entry.

"HeyBeetthinkfast!"