It succeeds in getting their attention, and they both look like they don't know what to make of that weird dance.
... and it also succeeds in getting the attention of a lot of the other kids too.
Some are laughing, others start encouraging Pietro to keep dancing, likely because they find it entertaining. More kids start to veer towards the encouraging side, and even Tommy and Billy, after a little bit, start to join in.
Should Pietro look up at DJ Music Man during any of this, he'll find that the giant animatronic has stopped bopping to the beat of its music, indicating that it may be angry that it lost the kids' attention...
But if Pietro looks long enough, he should notice that the DJ is bopping its head in the rhythm to Pietro's dance moves. It's not upset at all, but it may be if Pietro stops dancing.
Well, talk about a plan both succeeding and backfiring horribly. Now Pietro doesn't really have a lot of options.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Aug 8th 2022 at 8:37:54 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
King of the Monsters
Pizzaplex
Magneto shrugs his shoulders. "It does not matter much how you met them, so long as they are safe in your care."
He raises an eyebrow at Pietro. Then notices DJ Music Man. His hand, resting at his side, curls into a shaking fist. Electric currents crackle between his fingertips.
Onyxis
Refia winces a little seeing the damage she dealt to Tamashtoya. Sure, she wants to win, but she doesn't want to utterly mangle him. Not like how she's been mangled, over and over. She wouldn't wish that on anyone, even Lilith.
She gets impaled, but immediately shoves Tamash away and stumbles back. A mere second later, the venom causes her arms and head to freeze up, but she's still standing, back straight and legs bent in a ready stance.
"Rhk...!"
On the inside, the cybernetics used to help her spine grow rapidly and her prosthetic lower legs are the only things keeping her up. Her prosthetic legs can carry the weight of her paralyzed body and the spinal implants won't let her slouch, but she can't move her limbs with the upper parts disabled.
She's more open than Tamashtoya might realize, but looking like less of an easy target is kind of the point of staying up instead of letting herself drop.
Hit raises an eyebrow at Boyfriend in fascination. "I see."
He steps away from the wall and asks, "What can you do, then?" he asks.
Solitude
oh god oh fuck volcras is back
◊
The incubus doesn't seem to be in the midst of committing debauchery, thankfully, just taking in sights and sounds.
And that blob that just landed in front of him.
Aetherium Forge
Ahtal-Ka wriggles and grasps behind herself at Veyolkos's face, clearly not being a fan of uppies. Once she's in front of it, she grabs onto the ledge and gets free of his grip, pulling herself up to stand next to the vane.
She pushes the left side of the vane to move it clockwise. It doesn't budge. She pushes the right side to move it counterclockwise. Still nothing.
She gives up and punches the left side of it. The little blue thing on the edge glows bright, and it spins up a shaft it's attached to, hitting the ceiling and becoming stuck there. This also leaves Ahtal-Ka holding a hand over her wrist, injured by striking metal as hard as she did.
Water starts pouring from the mouth of the stone Dwemer head below the vane, which hopefully means that was the right move.
"... Some kind of magnetic seal. They need enough force to separate them, then another magnet holds them in place at the top."
Kulve Taroth finishes the puzzle for everyone by transforming into her golden knight form, tearing up a chunk of the floor with her pickaxe, and throwing it at the other vane. As it spins up to the top, the other stone head begins spewing water, and the gate finally opens.
"We could've just smashed through it, come to think of it."
Kulve leads the way through a narrow passage. Down a flight of stairs to a split path, but the right side is a barred wall covering a mechanism, so they go left, to a large (for a human) golden door, bringing them to...
In the middle of the forge rests something extremely out of place. Instead of golden metal and gray stone, this structure is comprised of intricate black-and-beige stone adorned with blue crystals, and looks something like this:
And yes, that includes the mummified corpse with a conical straw hat and paper mask, sitting in a cage of blue light in the middle. (It does not include the ceiling, walls, or Link.)
Our Bleeding Realm
From one of Ruan's hexagrams emerges Thel 'Vadam
◊.
He looks around at the surrounding battle and narrows his eyes. Some humans with superpowers, a dog, and a frog are fighting zombie-like creatures seemingly being controlled by a cyborg woman.
He brandishes a Needler
, shooting a spray of homing pink crystal spikes at the reanimated Thrallites and Gladiators. If enough needles hit the same target, they'll explode in a chain reaction powerful enough to blow it and anything near it to pieces!
Elsewhere in Onyxis
An Erusean air base
◊ stands in the midst of the snow, using the constant blizzards as cover for its planes to take off and land without being detected visually.
This does hinder the Erusean planes as well, but they have advanced guidance systems to get around that. Ground crews are busily repairing and refueling arriving planes.
Edited by KiriK on Aug 8th 2022 at 2:41:50 PM
"He's gearing up for war."
Divine Burden
Our Bleeding Realm
Meteora isn't surprised at failing to kill her target with so simple a trick. But she knows that the move must have dealt damage, and what matters is following up on it. As people converge her way, Meteora simply raises her dagger-holding hand and throws it at the group, their numbers working against them: it'll be all the easier for the dagger to hit one Thrallite or zombie. And it'll convert its body mass into unstable raw magic power, causing it to explode into a short yet dramatic pink explosion with a mushroom shaped.
Taking the last bullets, Meteora's barrier fade and she takes a nogging to the chest. Her armor holds up, but there's still a matter of recoil damage that does some damage to her inner organs, even if she focus well on it so as to avoid screwing up, because the next part is the best. Pointing her sword, and stepping forward, she points the cutlass towards the blast as it goes off and, after waiting for it to fully "bloom", she absorbs it unto the tip of her blade, the cutlass glowing pink.
Then she does an elegant spin, holding the sword two-handed,and swing it, casting a wide crescent-shaped pink projectile that's about two times stronger than the base blast, and has the radius to head for the zombies and enemies in front of Meteora, meaning to incinerate them by way of being, well, a condensed blast of energy.
If the entity attempts to dodge or absorb the blast, Meteora grabs her heavily petered-out protection rune and toss it like a razor disk behind the crescent projectile, attempting to hit her enemy while it's distracted by the first attack. It'll try to impale her through the face.
And just to be sure, if that is what happens, Meteora grabs a red potion out of her belt, being out of time to cast magic, and toss it at her, intending to hit her with a fiery blast to incinerate her enemy and destroy her form.
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
[PASIO]
He looks down at his hands.
"Sobpda... bapidoo skweebo badoop. Babadi sqap skadidydaboo... skeeby deeby dop." Sometimes... well, whenever I need to actually, I can rewind time. Like if I lose a fight... I can undo it. The point I go back to is set, though, and if I pass that's kind of it.
"Squably badedop. Sqiku mambdbebo bibap." Most people don't remember undone stuff. Mostly just my family and some other people with weird time and meta powers.
Edited by Rbade on Aug 8th 2022 at 12:50:54 PM
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Explora Colores
Our bleeding realm
Soqui answers Ruan with a bark.
As Mery is being covered by the Meteora's sigil, she runs, takes the medikits, and grabs Teo. Then, she rides on Soqui's back.
As she has a little of medical experience, she puts the blue paste on Teo, hoping for the best.
Meanwhile, Soqui tries to ram against the revived foes.
The Priest
Onyxis, Sky
"Fuck you, Jenkyov! Fuck, fuck, fuck you to hell!" Knight Simmons shouted, holding onto his harness like his life depended on it because…Well, it did.
"How is this my fault?" The soldier yelled back, looking outside the opened side of the Vertibird that they were riding in, specifically behind it. A trail of black smoke was spewing from the flaming wing of the vehicle as metal flew off from the burning area. He tried to see their attacker through the blizzard that had formed with absolutely no warning, to no avail. Lancer Keys, promoted after the death of their previous Lancer aboard a spaceship in a Sith Lord's armada, had detected no sign of enemy aircraft behind them. Whatever had just attacked their Vertibird was no machine. It was a biological threat. Through the freezing snow and the icy winds, Jenkyov could just barely make out the faint beating of wings.
"You said this'd be a quick mission! Get your informant! In and out! You didn't say shit about something trying to kill him!"
"The two of you, shut up! I'm not spending my last few moments alive listen to you two argue! Keys, how close are we to base?" Initiate Young shouted from within the Vertibird, sitting next to the empty seat where Jenkyov was supposed to be.
"Hours away! My radar is picking up some buildings just up ahead though…Crash-landing there might be our only chance of survival. Knight Simmons?" She asked permission from the team's leader, who responded.
"It's a long shot, but it's the only one we got. Let's hope they're friendly."
"Yes, sir! Everyone buckle up!" Keys yelled, preparing for a "controlled" descent, as controlled a descent as someone in their position could make. Jenkyov got away from the side of the Vertibird, settling into his seat. The moment he set the harness up, however, a massive impact shook the Vertibird, as the roof was practically ripped clean off by their pursuer.
"…Oh, fuck." Was all Knight Simmons managed to utter, before the vehicle entered a free-fall, the engine completely destroyed. With the powers of quick thinking, everyone managed to relatively quickly escape from the Vertibird. Lancer Keys ejected from her seat, Jenkyov hitched a ride on Knight Simmons' back (who didn't need a parachute, due to his Power Armor), and Initiate Young grabbed the unconscious Grandnova mech pilot and a parachute, being the last one out as the five all descended to the ground at different angles.
——
Onyxis, ground
The blizzard was dispelled by the very one who had created it, as the Eater of Elders touched down onto the soft snow. He lifted his snout to the sky and inhaled the scents surrounding him. The five in the metal bird had survived the attack, but they were scattered. There was no fun in that. Nearby, northwest, though, there was somwthing of interest to him. Multiple humans. Structures had been built, housing fit, trained prey.
Annihilation Nergigante spread his wings and took off, flying with great speed to the location of the base. He landed on the runway with a great crash, roaring to the sky. He wanted to make sure everyone knew where he was. He was practically asking for the base to give him their all.
Realizing that his plan may have backfired, Pietro motions for DJ Music Man to calm down.
"I'm not trying to steal your thunder here, man. Alright? I was trying to get my nephews' attention after they ran off. You know how kids can be, right?"
He glances at Tommy and Billy, as if nonverbally asking the boys to back him up.
"And they'll be loved. But they didn't just get teleported to this world one day, then run into me and Pietro," Wanda replies. "Tommy and Billy are here because of my worst enemy, and a part of me is afraid that she might try using the boys against me in some way."
She then raises an eyebrow at Pietro's predicament, and her fingertips begin to flicker with her trademark crimson aura in case the situation escalates any further.
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Aug 8th 2022 at 1:06:29 AM
The Troubled Replicator
With a quick pull, Tamashtoya ripped his weapon out and took a firmer stance in the snow. With a roar, he launched the attack that he has been winding up in his left arm. With a vicious upward swing, a large claw-shaped shockwave made of pure black magic is slung forward, tearing across the icy ground and going right for Refia.
"How did you get those enhancements, I wonder? What, did you run to papa and asked him to give you a nice set of limbs?" The rakshasa did not realize that his mocking remark is more accurate than he intended. Unbeknownst to himself, the veins in his body started to shimmer with crimson energy, albeit for a brief moment.
Edited by cyzja922 on Aug 8th 2022 at 1:59:25 AM
"I know you're here, Kenjaku. You big fucking nerd. Where's my goddamn cheese?"
Laxin, Sith Emperor
? - Filia
? - Filia
Filia chuckles,
"I understand. Perhaps I could also meet Angel sometime. More than happy to help you discover and enjoy the smaller things."
The demoness said, looking down at the palm of her hand as the jewel appeared. The exact coloration makes Filia think that perhaps all the stars in the sky are simply portals here, scattered across the multiverse. She would ask, but those questions were better saved for another time. Looking up at Anne as the doorway opened, Filia gave a respectful bow.
"I'll be careful not to use it anywhere else, "
Filia said, stepping through the portal and back into the Onyxis snowstorm. When she does so, a smile stretches across her face. Turning to face the doorway as it closed, Filia feels oddly well about the conversation. Clutching the jewel tightly in her hand, the demoness disappears into the snow, the soft afterimage of her turquoise eyes sticking around for a few moments.
Hell - Lucifer's Castle
The once fire and brimstone dimension lay empty, now an endless expanse of Desert. Filia appears at the entrance to a massive sandstone castle. The structure once inspired awe, but now its drab color blended in well with the dead ground around it. A sandstone portcullis blocked the way in, but Filia's very presence prompts it to slowly raise.
The demoness lets out a sigh, stepping into the castle. The inside was huge, with embossed pillars holding up the ceiling stretching across the main hall. They were parallel to each other, stretching to the end of the main hall. The embossings depicted demons, previous leaders, or as they were called Lucifers, of Hell. As Filia made her way through the main hall, she stopped at the final pillar on the right side. Staring at it, this pillar was different.
It wasn't embossed, the sandstone was smooth all the way around. Filia stares up at it defiantly, her lip quivering in anger. Filia storms off deeper into the castle.
Rift - Abeloth
Abeloth's senses sharpen ten-fold from the absorption. Snapping her head to the oncoming Genkidama, Abeloth stares at it blankly. It seems like she's going to tank it head-on, but Abeloth isn't that stupid. Waiting until the last possible moment, when she is seemingly covered by it entirely, she teleports. Appearing behind Beet in midair, Abeloth struggles to control her movements.
She does manage to figure it out after a moment though and lashes out at Beet with a force-empowered blow strong enough to send her careening. The damage dealt would be more like six whips that cracked against her back with devastating force than a normal fist. Regardless of success, Abeloth disappears a moment later. She reappears on the ground, in the middle of all the fighters. Turning to Erika, Abeloth releases a devastating force scream. The scream itself is a typical sonic attack, able to hurt physically, but also doubles as a psychic assault. The eldritch abomination tanks the charged shot with no issue, even though there's a hole right through her stomach.
Abeloth dodges the thrusts with a strange grace to her movements, snarling in anger with each dodge. At the end of the combo, Abeloth returns fire by attempting to electrocute Erika with force lightning. If successful, she'll use the opportunity to ragdoll Erika and throw her into a rock wall with the force.
The lightning crashing down on Alarak grows more intense with each passing moment, Abeloth hoping to eventually overwhelm his shield. Abeloth also continues to berate him with psychic messages, hoping to break his focus. Abeloth turns to the rocket from Voss and assuming it was just like the others puts up a simple force barrier to block it.
This has catastrophic consequences for Abeloth, the eldritch creature's barrier being pierced by the rocket. The rocket embeds itself into her flesh, and explodes. Reducing Abeloth to nothing but splattered blood. She didn't even have time to scream. It seems like she's dead, but that is not the case.
Her presence still looms, and a few moments later a much more twisted voice booms over the area.
"My body... so constricting. Thank you, dear."
She will return momentarily, the fighters had better take a second to prepare.
Eve's Hospital - Wrustoiz
Wrustoiz looks up as the number is called, and notes the giddiness of the Eve that helps him up. Letting out a pained grunt, he walks into the room and takes a seat. Letting out a pained breath, he watches as Eve summons the green bubble. At first, he's hesitant, a strange questioning look on his face while it approaches.
Though once it begins to heal his wounds, Wrustoiz's tune changes. His face sinks into one of relaxation, inhaling deeply. At first, he ignores Eve's question, the healing of his wounds pulling all his focus. As the pain faded more, he cleared his throat.
"A long story, but to put it simply I am being chased by assassins. They are deadly, and the places I tread aren't very hospitable. I haven't slept on a real bed in weeks. Well, quite frankly I haven't slept much at all."
He says, trying to recall the last full night's rest he had.
Solitude
The puddle of purple goo bubbles as though it is boiling for a moment, right before it shoots up into the air. It melds together to form a loose outline, which takes a more solid shape in the form of a Devilish
◊ looking entity. The entity bumbles around the street like a drunken fool for a few moments. Stumbling about, its warped high-pitched voice rings out.
"Woah Woah Woah!"
Letting out a childish giggle the entity comes to a complete stop, turning to Volcras and waving at him playfully. It cocks its head at the girl with the guitar, letting out a squeal of excitement. This entity's leg extends toward the girl and like a cartoon character, the rest of its body snaps to it a moment later.
" Nice guitar you have there."
Whiterun
Joshua walks around the town waiting for Wrustoiz to exit the hospital, mumbling angrily to himself. It's mostly indiscriminate, too quiet to make out, but he's upset. Then, a light appears from below him. Looking down to see a shining hexagram, he lets out a
"What the fu-"
He's pulled into the hexagram a moment later, appearing in...
Our Bleeding Realm
Joshua appears on a hexagram, confused as hell. It doesn't take him long to determine what exactly he's in the middle of, and judging from appearances, he knows what to kill. At least, probably. He reaches for his blaster cannon but finds it missing.
"Shit."
He said plainly, looking at the horde of resurrected and surviving Thrallites and Gladiators. Joshua raises his hands in an 'eh, fuck it' kind of way and sprints forward at top speed. Clenching his fists his suit's energy shield allows him to tank the ranged attackers as he rushed a gladiator. Joshua raises a fist to attempt to clock the gladiator at the base of the jaw, followed up with a swift uppercut.
Edited by KrampusTheTherapist on Aug 8th 2022 at 4:54:52 AM
Men have regrets
The boys just look kinda bummed that Pietro stopped dancing. Billy turns to look at DJ Music Man and smiles, not really seeing any sense of hostility in the robot at this point.
"Hey, cool, the robot's dancing to Uncle Pietro's beat now!"
Tommy also turns to look. But it's not long after that DJ Music Man suddenly stops and the music cuts out. The kids start looking around, confused.
"Due to a clean up being necessary for our beloved DJ, we at the Mega Pizzaplex regret to inform you that the dance floor will have to close earlier than usual today.", a robotic intercom voice speaks up. "We apologize for the inconvenience, and will offer free arcade rounds for the next ten minutes as a compensation."
DJ Music Man now turns its head away and walks into its stage hole, disappearing within. While some of the kids are bummed, others are already hurrying towards the arcades.
"Dude, free arcades! We have to hurry", Billy excitedly says.
"We'll beat them all to it!", Tommy grins, grabbing his brother's wrist and speeding off, leaving the adults behind once again.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Aug 8th 2022 at 10:40:48 AM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Divine Burden
Eve appreciates the voice, closing her eyes and briefly swaying her head before listening to him.
Audio? What a nice name! Hm, yes, there is a way you could help me out, Eve ponders for a moment. It's nice of you to offer, by the way! Anyhow, are you a musician per chance? If so, I'd have an offer.
She gestures to the hospital. I do not have music on my waiting room. This is disagreeable to me, as music helps the soul. Would you be willing to play some songs for my patient? I can offer you anything you'd want! Money, she does grimace slightly. Water, food, instruments, a home, anything!
As for the waiting man, the clients goes by quickly for him, skipping a minute ahead, before the second Eve beckons him, sitting him down and all.
I, huh, have deduced your troubles. Worry not, I'll remove the illness!
She rubs her hands and surround the man in a blue bubble, relieving him of pain and discomfort first.
Don't feel too ashamed of the, erm, circumstances. I had a patient who... oh, medical secrets.
The other Eve listens to Wrustoiz, but she does frown a little, and not from concentration. No one would help you out, hm? She clicks her tongue. She also notes the assassins, but doesn't burden his mind with them.
I have thought of putting up more rooms for patients to sleep in if they need. Would you mind testing one out? It's no effort for me to do so, and I've meant to put some in anyway. You'd be... a test subject? No, too sinister perhaps.
The pain focus into a black liquid orb, which flows into a white container, like a small white bottle with big red letters saying "NO TOUCHING!!" on it, with a badly-drawn stickman crossing his hands over his face.
I could also take your tiredness but the mind copes more easily with a natural process. Would you like that? It's free of charge. All I'd need as payment is a ... Eve stretches an arm to the side and drop the bottle, letting it vanish silently in mid-air as she puts her fingers to the corners of her mouth and- Smile!
...
The blue fogs stop the bullets by way of magic, old and powerful enough that even regular measures won't stop the bullets from stopping in mid-air. Smiling, but more sinisterly, Eve stretches an arm out to the side and catch a falling white bottle of a sort, it having appeared out of thin air. As she does, a green sheen appears over the capture bullets.
I'll show you more mercy than you showed to any of these poor little animals, worry not. None of you will die.
She does a turning motion with her index, and the bullets turn around before being shot back at the soldiers, aiming to dig deep into their knees, necks, shoulders or heads, though the soldiers shot there won't die. Those hit will instead begin to convulse, pain wracking their every cells.
As for those who got out of the way, Eve parts her hands as the leaves fall from the nearby trees, creating a leaf storm around the place. The leaves aren't dangerous yet, but they flow around, making her difficult to observe. She pulls off a Slasher Smile and vanishes out of sight.
...
Gahg! Fuck! Beet is floored, but is able to roll along the blow and get up, beam at the ready... yet it fails to fire. Because Abeloth dies by more mundane means, Beet, satisfied at the damage done to her, raise a thumb at Arc. Nice shot my guy! Here! She uses the extra time offered by Abeloth's "death" to fly up to her allies and give them...
Senzu Beans! They heal nice, the Genkidama implodes in the background, creating a striking array of colors for a moment. She pointedly doesn't give any Senzu to Emma, though, fuck her.
I'm going to seal you into a kitchen instrument and make stew out of you, you fat bitch! She then yells to Abeloth, entering her full power form once again.
...
Okay! Haki! Go! Luffy holds his hands out and create a potent barrier, holding out against the blast despite its scalding intensity. Nonetheless, Luffy's briefly stuck, failing to move and maintain the barrier at the same time. He also finds it straining to hold it against such power.
Hothothothothothothot!
Edited by Bolded1 on Aug 8th 2022 at 11:08:01 AM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Extreme math nerd
Whiterun
Audio simply lets out a dry laugh, and slowly, some more instruments start tuning in to the bass guitar.
When I push the gas pedal, ima pop it!
He lets off an orange and red burst, and starts bobbing up and down to the rhythm.
Put in that work
Put in that work
Put in that work
All I do is win, boy
A translucent red boombox appears on his back, and starts throwing bursts to the rhythm by itself, which increase in strength as the first drop approaches.
Put in that work
Put in that work
Put in that work
Let the beat go
King of the Monsters
Refia's mechanical arms unleash a blast of blue energy, burning and crackling plasma, straight down to launch herself out of the way of the claw attack.
She ends up on her back, writhing and convulsing for a bit, before suddenly regaining control of her body and jumping to her feet, exhaling deeply.
"That's one way to phrase it," Refia wryly remarks. She conjures up yellow lightning in her hand. Tamashtoya knows how to deal with it - he's dealt with it before.
"He's gearing up for war."
The Troubled Replicator
"...oh, I was correct about the- Alright then!" Tamashtoya is slightly taken aback by his unintentionally accurate statement, but that did not distract him from the lightning attack that's coming right for him. The yellow lightning isn't anything he has never dealt with before, and so he simply raised his arms and created four symbols that represent the Sky
◊, Sun
◊, Light
◊, and Life
◊, which would combine into the Angel Ward that blocks holy attacks. "You can do better than this! Show me a good time, Refia!"
Hi
The Godseeker's Dream
A feedback loop forms within the light.
Cascading down upon the collective of the godseekers, all raising themselves high so as to bask in the glory of that far-off beyond-dream shine. It corrupts and contorts their collective dream into something else, even now.
They cannot tell how far away it is. They cannot even begin to understand how bright it is, but they know it is there, casting its rays across...
...How big is that light, anyways?
It's impossible for them to understand it. Nothing like The Radiance, it is...
"The Beginning"
And
"The End"
Yes. That is. What it is. It's Identity. The Light Beyond. The Harbinger.
Incidentally, the feedback loop happens to form during the beginning of a rather important ritual to those godseekers.
They would call it their Pantheon, a ritual ascension to comprehend the existence of gods far greater than themselves. Through combat in the dream, they can come to "ascend" to further and further heights. It is how they plan on understanding this light, it is how they plan on worshipping it.
Though it does not acknowledge them in the least.
Rather, it simply is. Shining, beyond their understanding.
Infuriatingly so, but nevertheless...
...Unrelated to the mistake just made.
There is a pull, accidentally drawing in the dreaming and the awake, a series of individuals from across the arena, right into the midst of the dream, right into the midst of the Pantheon!
Their surroundings, then, are that of a great, flat, arena, the godseekers sitting all around in stands so as to watch the ritual- with the tall form of the Godseeker
◊ herself standing atop a far-off pedestal, watching down from up-high. The other godseekers take a similar, albeit shorter form, all staring at the newcomers in what is identifiably disbelief despite their masks.
The Godseeker herself clears her throat, to allow all the other godseekers to be silent!
And then, with fury in her voice-
"BLASPHEMY, RANK BLASPHEMY! THOU CRAWLERS, CRINGERS, SMALLEST OF THE SMALL! BY WHAT RIGHT DOST THOU INTRUDE HERE, IN THIS HOME OF GODS!? THOU HAST ORDAINED THY DESTRUCTION! THY SHALL FACE THE CHALLENGE OF THE VERY GODS OF THIS REALM OF REALMS! BE DAMNED FOR THINE ARROGANCE!"
-The Godseeker shouts at the newcomers with unwarranted fury!
And it's something quite peculiar / Something shimmering and white.
King of the Monsters
Refia briefly gasps in shock before catching herself. "You know what I think of when people tell me to give them a good time?" she hisses.
The lightning in her fist suddenly fizzles out, then comes back green, infused with the cybernetic plasma, and then she lunges at him.
Just before contact, she vanishes, reappearing behind Tamashtoya to deliver a punch that will create a massive flash of heat and electricity for only a moment. The power from the technology pierces the Angel Ward, letting that at least reach Tamashtoya. This isn't meant to seriously hurt the rakshasa, but just to stun him.
"So yes, I am doing better than that."
She tries to drive a knee into his back, rising into the air as she does so, then follows up with a downwards punch to the shoulderblade with enough force to dislocate it!
Volcras spreads his arms in bemused exasperation. "What am I, chopped liver?"
He melts into the shadow of a building, reappearing from a shadow closer to the guitarist and dark entity.
Alarak's arm begins to tremble, and his legs begin to buckle. Shredder, no longer occupied, walks over and punts Alarak away, letting the lightning hit the ground between them.
"I see."
Hit rolls his shoulders. "My base power is to skip ahead through time. By practicing it, using it against foes who could match or surpass it, I was able to evolve it, and store up the personal time that I had skipped. Perhaps you could do some similar kind of 'storage' with the time you rewind."
Magneto rubs his chin in contemplation. "... Hm. Perhaps they are meant as leverage. She could have means of tracking the boys, so that if you ever stand against her again, she can go straight to them and kill them before you can act. Depending on her power, this could be... difficult to find."
"More benignly, she may hope that you spend so much time caring for the children that you can't spare the time to deal with her anymore."
Almost immediately, fighters take off. Three A-10C Thunderbolt IIs, slow but powerful, rain down unguided bombs on Annihilation Nergigante's position.
Divine Burden
Godseeker Dream
Zoro got lost. Again!
He look up to the lead Godseeker's rant and frowns, annoyed. Keep it down, will ya? I'm trying to leave. Don't get all twisted up in rage.
The swordsman begin to look around. Huh. Weird realm thing!
... Are there stairs.
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
[PASIO]
"Baboop...?" Store up...?
"Skabi? Skibudibidobop... small but da doo di bipbop." I think that makes sense? I def need to actually practice using it like that tho. That's like.... using a totally new muscle or something.''
—— Godseeker’s Dream
An unfortunate Alika appears to have been sucked up by the dream!
”Eh?!”
She seems extremely offput by their reaction, understandably. SHE PUTS UP HER DUKES in preemptive self-defense.
”A-ah, I didn’t mean to come here…?”
Edited by Rbade on Aug 8th 2022 at 5:42:28 AM
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The Troubled Replicator
As the lightning fizzled into green plasma, Tamashtoya only had one thought regarding the development. Huh, did I just poke a sore sp- Before he can even finish that thought, green lightning broke through his Angel Ward and slammed into his neck, effectively stunning him in place. The demon squeezed his throat and gasped for air, but that was soon fixed by Refia slamming a knee into his back. Convenient. Before he can act again, he was launched into the ground by the succubus' punch, dislocating his shoulder.
Tamashtoya crawled back up in a somewhat disgraceful position, before barking out a pained laugh. Refia can see tears clearly dripping from his face, but he is far from sad. In fact, his expression is turning into a manic sneer. "Are you fucking kidding me? You grew this much stronger with one upgrade?" Then, he burst into a fit of laughter that devolved into coughs. "Hah, I can't actually get mad at you. I did tell you to get stronger after all, but to think I am immediately surpassed with a single visit to some pencil-neck...!"
With a pained grunt, Tamashtoya snapped his shoulder-blade back into place and took a firm stance once again. "Fine then, let's take it up a notch! I'll show you the powers I have accumulated!" With a bestial scream, the rakshasa enveloped his entire body with poison and black magic to prepare for a powerful ram attack and give everything he has, not realizing that his veins are burning red hot. When he did notice the change, it was way too late.
Tamashtoya's entire body burst into crimson flames, burning away his clothing and setting him on fire. With an agonizing scream, his body began to change into that of a fiery demon: His veins glowed a crimson red, forming a stark contrast with his dark violet skin while his hair transformed into the same fire that burned him. A ribbon of flame emerged from his hair and floated around his body, while rings of fire attached themselves to his neck, wrists, and ankles. A pair of pants pristinely woven from his own biological materials replaced his regular clothing and two more arms emerged from his back, with each forearm being able to open up into fanged jaws. Finally, his limbs are all slightly elongated while his fangs and nails grew longer and sharper.
The demon slouched slightly forward in the snowy field as most of the flame on his body dispersed, staring at Refia like a hungry beast. Tamashtoya, in his Chaos State, opened up one of his mouth-arms to reveal a collapsible spear made from his own bones. With the ferocity of a demon, he pounced right at Refia, intending to impale her through the solar plexus.
"I know you're here, Kenjaku. You big fucking nerd. Where's my goddamn cheese?"
Luctor et emergo, lux et veritas, pactum serva..
Aetherium Forge
Veyolkos watches the two fumble around, ready to get involved himself. This did remind him a little of his old flock, just a little. Just enough he felt his eye twitch. What was originally gonna be a easy fly in fly out now, made him long for home. Well, more specifically his origins. He audibly groaned once they went past the gates, but would follow them in from a distance, looking back at the gates, then to the forge itself. He blinked a little in surprise, rattling his scales as he walked about through the oddly well lite room, walking over the mummy as he took in the scene.
"This... this is new..."
Lourent-Astil Conflict
Kroq-Gar would growl out something in an incredibly low frequency to his fellow lizardmen. They paused, and soon would swim back, making a loop around the Slaughterhouse forces. Kroq-Gar would take the bulk of the attention. He was a venerated warrior anyways, and had faired worse in far greater bulk. He would lie in wait, waiting for the right moment to strike. The Kroxigor waited for both sides to close in before he made his move, his eyes just above the water and his opponent's sight.
And not a second did his target shine the light upon them did Kroq-Gar leap out of the water with a defiant war cry, roaring in the closest man's face as he threw his spear out into the group of armed man, knowing it would make its mark in a few. He landed atop another man and in the process slid over to retrieve his Spear of Tlanxa, grinding the man he landed on into the ground with a fine streak. And so began the violent whirlwind of spear and claws as Kroq-Gar offered himself in the front of the charge, and as a great diversion.
For unto the back came a volley of barbed spikes, which shot at them with mechanical accuracy. The spines flew through the air gracefully, whistling before they jabbed their near meter long blades into their targets, some leaking an almost starry violet out of their ends into their targets. They heard and saw something quickly rush back into the trees further to their right. And in that process they heard chittering on their left, which resulted in a sudden volley of javelins heading their way. And on these javelins were small clay pots, that as soon as they smashed against the beam of the javelins due to the whiplash, released a horde of violent, buzzing hornets that violently marauded the soldier's ranks, subconsciously trying to herd them into smaller, more manageable groups.
Godseeker Dream
Nakai walked into the room as the woman shouted, roaring back at her as he brandished his Ogham Shard maul, the near 15 foot tall caiman like beast seemingly annoyed. Once more his trance like state brought him somewhere where there was a threat to his people and the great plan. And while he usually stood out of these affairs, this realm had made face all sorts of strange beings following some pantheonic creed. He snarled and spoke towards her again in his own tongue, seemingly far more fluent here as he held his weapon out to the side as if he was gonna use it like a machete, instead of the light post sized brutalizing club that it was.
"Naualli, tetzauitl, atlacacemelle, teixcuepani, quiyocoyani in yaoyotl, yautecani, yautlatoani; Ca itechpa mitoaya tepan quitlaza In xiuhcoatl, immamalhuaztli quitoznequi yaoyotl, teoatl, tlachinolli. Auh iniquac ilhuiq'xtililoya, Malmicouaya, Tlaaltilmicoaya.
"Innnn sssshhhoorrrrrt... Sssssomething jeopardizesssss, reality."
Awawa
Explora Colores
Solitude
The girl, Nicho, looks at Volcras, and then at the figure who appeared from the goo, who seems to not know the meaning of the words "personal space".
Definitely, this was made by an otherwordly force.
She puts her guitar aside, as a girl who doesn't wants to share her doll, and answers the being in a Mayan dialect:
<Uhhh... Thanks.>
It seems like the guitar is more than it seems.
Whiterun
Silvano, the mustached man, was totally healed, and now he's bobbing his head with Audio's music.
I could have played something, too.
Then, he's offered to test a bed.
Whatever, I just want to take a nap, thanks.
Vanilla Gang HQ, Dreamstalk, Intrigue
Painty noticed something off at her screen.
There is something happening! It's on...
But, suddenly, the systems all went haywire, as if some force doesn't wants they to enter that dream...
The Rift
The trio woke up with the voice of those asking them.
Ms. Grey? We doesn't know somebody with that name.
Look, Mikey! Somebody left us some cupcakes.
They read the paper on them. So, that's that Ms. Grey.
They add the Senzu beans as a topping, and eat them. Yummy.
And where's that strange woman?
I don't know.
I think she was evil all along.
...
Meanwhile, Ms. Grey, wearing a blue waitress outfit, is running around.
I hope I had helped them.
But she arrives at...
The Godseeker Dream
She looks at the warriors gathered there, and she's scared by the voice. But then, she starts to sing an olden song.
Edited by BombonBombin on Aug 8th 2022 at 7:54:31 AM
Not to be outdone, Pietro dashes after Billy and Tommy before coming to a stop right in front of the boys.
"Not gonna let your Uncle Pietro join the fun? And here I was, thinking about buying you some new video games on the way home."
Wanda strokes her chin as well, as she contemplates both of Magneto's theories.
"So, whatever Mara's plan for the boys might be, her ultimate goal is to keep me from ever facing her in battle again. I guess I ought to be flattered that she thinks this is the only way she'll ever truly defeat me," she replies. "My Chaos Magic should be able to find and eliminate any potential means of tracking them, just like how it'll prevent her from potentially corrupting and warping their minds like she did to a boy named Lucas. Trust me when I say that I will never allow that monster to do anything to my children."
She looks the Master of Magnetism in the eye.
"I know me, Pietro, and the boys aren't actually your family, but... will you watch out for Billy and Tommy?"
King of the Monsters
"Well, yes. I just... figured things out. It's not something that can be easily taught to someone who isn't a prodigy. If you know anyone else who can rewind time, try to concentrate on 'beating' that person's rewind. Being better at it than them."
Boyfriend probably already knows that Mad Rat's rewind ability is better than his, since he can choose exactly how far back to rewind and can do it at any time. So there's a possible start.
"Zero is stronger than anyone I've ever met. Even Ms. Asti."
Refia steps back, grimacing with revulsion at Tamashtoya's gruesome Chaos State, but she steels herself and catches the blade of his spear, driving her back but keeping it away from her insides.
"With all these cybernetics, he gave me his strength, just as Lilith gave me hers before. The difference is that I asked for, and accepted, my father's strength. I never wanted my mother's."
She's not stumbling over her words like she used to. Nor is she leaving herself completely open, even while she talks. Between that and her height increase of a whole foot since the last time Tamash saw her, it swiftly becomes clear there's more going on inside than just robot arms and legs.
"But you don't care anymore, do you? You can't listen. You traded your sanity for more power. I got to give up everything I didn't want in the first place."
She wrenches the spear aside, then throws another punch straight at Chaos Tamashtoya's face. He'll be much more capable of taking her hits thanks to his power now breaching its limits, but this will still leave a mark.
Godseeker's Dream
Collector Samus, the Space Pirate alternate self of the legendary bounty hunter, appears in the dream, looking up at the Godseeker with half-lidded eyes.
"Wouldja CAN IT!? I'm trynn t' SLEEP!"
Based on her uneven stance, clawed grip on her own head, and slurred voice, she's drunk. A far, far cry from the Samus we know, most certainly.
"He's gearing up for war."
Hi
Beatrice... politely takes in the sights, wondering what the heck is actually going on. So preoccupied with her thoughts, she is, that she does not even bother to get a word in.
For some reason, she swears she sees a weird blond guy standing in the middle of the room for a second, but there isn't, so that's a bit weird.
And it's something quite peculiar / Something shimmering and white.
Astil-Lourent
The lizardmen are well blended into the environment, almost to the point of being invisible to a large portion of the men who're alert for a blue haired man. However, thanks to the direction given by the Squadron Leader. They all halt and vaguely aim their rifles at the sudden yet unusual sound done by the Astil swamps. The murkiness making visibility hard. The Sergeant doing a hand signal as the front line turns on their flashlights to peer ahead. Seeing faint silhouettes.
"Slaughterhouse Sergeant to Squadron Leader, possible native contact, Over!"
"This is Squadron Leader. Well? Tell me what they look like!"
"Can't get clear visual! Will give sitrep after investigation, over!"
"Squadron Leader, understood."
"All fireteams check your surroundings! Move in!"
While a large portion at the front begin moving into the fog and will fire at what's ahead of them if the vaguest silhouette of a lizardman is spotted. The back half of the Platoon move in much later, staying alert of any flankers that decide to ambush the Sergeant who's in the center of the formation.
he ones caught up in cover at the frontal assault could notice that their ammo isn't going to run out any time soon, though as time went on, their aim gets less precise, the effects of recoil fatigue hindering their aim.
...
Ostritch spots a strange blip the radar, prompting them to fly over to the location... Shining their beacons to get a clearer image from above, revealing the magical girl to them. The Lollipop Platoon spotting them in tandem, thanks to the suddenly fleeing creatures and clear burst of magic.
"Ostritch 1 to Lollipop, confirmed visual of a nearby Mage! Over!"
"L-Lollipop Sergeant to Ostritch 1, ARE YOU PULLING A PRANK ON US?! OVER!"
"This is not a laughing matter! She resembles our target practice but what does her show say that of the common adversaries our greatest face!?"
"Chill out sokratos we get it, but look at her."
The two fighter planes fly ahead once the visual is confirmed. The chatter in the radio turning into stifled giggling as they realize what the girl looks like. Then hearty laughter at the woman before they all collectively point their guns at her. The men who aren't directly in front of her flanking from both sides to perform an encirclement formation. The Sergeant moving in the nearest, his palm closing.
"All fireteams, focus your fire on that Mage!"
All the men start concurrently firing their automatics at the magic girl.
...
The Platoon march forward, seemingly having the best lead for William so far with his trail. Their trigger-happiness to any blue humanoid is on the highest alert as they the distant echo for help. A soldier walking up to their Sergeant in concern.
"Sarge, there's a cry for help, should we investigate?"
"We're in a situation, make it quick and escort them out of the zone!"
A Fireteam of soldiers(4) approaches the call for help while the rest continue onward. The fireteam's hubris met by their execution. Their screams heard before being silenced by a small gonging sound. The Sarge halts and so do his men after a sign. All of them looking around their surroundings and being on alert.
"Breadbasket to Squadron Leader, the place is filled with ground traps, how do we proceed?"'
"Let Ostritch proceed. Remain on high alert with the removal being second priority"
The Sarge shoots a flare, not even a moment passes and the two fighter planes race ahead of their position. Another fireteam slowly approaching where the previous ones have fallen, looking around for any possible traps. Though this proves extremely difficult thanks to the landscape. The rest of the forces stay close by one another, some quaking in fear, others laser focused.
...
Meanwhile William's decided to stay near the Lizardmen Temple after stumbling upon it after a hurried run. Panting exhaustedly while he stays behind a tree in fear of the Lizardmen for not-appearance reasons.
"F-Forgive me for using your holy site as a place of respite despite not being acclimated. Can't seem to catch a break with these guys."
The Rift
Erika arrives to the scene as Emma's in a dazed state from multiple energy spikes everywhere causing her instincts to go haywire. She flies in to help her but Emma suddenly starts a fight. Bayonet clashes with spear as they deflect eachother's strikes almost as if it were a dance. Abeloth absorbing her underlings making Emma slip up for a moment, allowing Erika to disarm and put her on the ground.
"You're just screwing everyone ov- GAAAAH-"
Emma falls unconscious, Erika dragging her by the hand with her gun and using her spear to keep herself steady while staying up. Aiming the gun as it charges with energy, clearly using Emma as a conduit to empower the weapon.
"You can go get fed crap. Whatever you are..."
It shoots one last charged shot at Abeloth, Erika following it up by flying behind it to try and thrust them multiple times.
...
Meanwhile Lucas has covertly arrived, while intended to observe the two Lieutenants faring. He spots the three bodies Abeloth threw away and approaches them as it piques his interest more than the two. Deciding to rejuvenate them back to consciousness by pointing his spear at them with an energy ball forming at the tip. Both as a small token of appreciation and to ask something.
"Tell me... What kind of maternal relationship do you have with this being?..."
He looks over to the cupcake.
"In contrast to this... Ms. Grey?"
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