Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

"So they're keeping up the good work and making sure everything's running smoothly. Nice to know," Gwen chimes in.

"I... don't know."

Broly actually looks reluctant when Kid Goku offers to spar with him.

"I would not want to hurt you by accident," he says, biting into his own piece of meat.

"Indeed. I'm so happy that we have such passionate people working at the Pizzaplex!"

There's a brief chime and Eclipse clasps his hands together.

"Oh! Time for arts and crafts! Will you join us?"

"We'd wanna, but we're pretty hungry, so we gotta go find our parents and ask them to buy us some food.", Bailey says. Even discounting the parents part, the fact is that they ate pizza about ten minutes ago max. So it's clearly an excuse for them to have a chance to leave and go exploring.

"Hurt me? But I'm pretty strong!", Kid Goku says. "If you're stronger than me, then I wanna fight you even more! Maybe I'll learn something new."

"Yeah, my dad's probably wondering where we are right about now," Gwen adds, immediately cottoning on to what Bailey was doing.

Yes, he definitely had a younger, smaller Kakarot on his hands. After taking another bite of meat, Broly silently ponders Kid Goku's offer to spar before replying.

"Okay. I will try not to hurt you, small Kakarot," the larger Saiyan says.

Edited by IchigoMontoya on Mar 17th 2024 at 5:50:53 AM

"Oh, I wouldn't want them to worry. If you wish to leave, the main exit is through that big wooden door." , Eclipse says while pointing at said door.

"Thank you!", Bailey says as he starts walking. Eclipse waves after them as they're leaving.

"Come by again whenever you wish! The Daycare is open 24/7."

"Cool! Thanks!", Kid Goku excitedly says. He already hops back up on his feet, waiting for Broly to be finished eating.

Edited by DevilPsyco on Mar 18th 2024 at 8:43:28 PM

Hubcen

Flandre gives Icarus a little wave but doesn't say anything, not much to say really since he just up and vanished one day only to reappear today. She hadn't noticed him at first. Somehow.

"Well you fought me before so you have a rough idea of what I can do." Flandre says to Sarah. "Vampiric strength, powerful magic, ability to destroy anything."

She says the last part in a very humblebrag way.

"And I've been training under this Beerus fellow lately." she boasts, her aura glowing purple briefly as she cracks her knuckles.

EXCELSUS

What the hell how did this thing just jump like that. Is what's going through Monica's mind as she hangs on by having her MVS dig into the hull to ground herself. After it lands she shakily has her Vincent get up and looks for another weak spot.

Hub Centralis, Gor reunion

Hi! Er... It's actually Bely. Short for Belinda, not Belén. I have a magical bow ribbon, with which I can morph my dress and use special abilities! For example...

BOW POWER, GLOW ON!

With those magic words, Bely's dress turned into a neon-colored version, which emits a faint glow!

   With this dress I can light up dark places! And as such, I can turn into a cowgirl, a princess, even a mermaid!   

Warrenton, Reprium

At the office of the Warrenton Detective Agency, there is an important meeting. Around the table, Rubén, Whistlings, Layton and Luke, are conversing with a reporter: Ran Hibiki.

"So, Mrs. Hibiki, what do you need from the Agency?"

...A long time ago, in my homeland, Japan, there was a lot of kidnappings. The targets were students from different schools of my city. Me and some of my schoolmates and teachers were able to track those kidnappings and stop the culprits. But... I'm afraid this is happening again.

She puts on the table an issue of the latest number of the Taiyo High School newspaper. The main headline reads: "Students dissapeared from Gorin High".

Also, at the same time, mysterious things were happening at the time.

She picks some pages out of the bunch, and spreads them on the table. The headers inform about various happenings on schools from all acros the Arena: a special report about a secret lodge at Elite High School. A turf war at the College for Arts, Music and Performing arts. A scouting ad addressed for students of the Blake South College.

I'm afraid the Justice High School, the very same school which was behind the kidnappings from yore, and which is signinf that scouting ad, is again the responsible of those new happenings. And now, with the very nature of the Arena, who knows which powerful allies they have found. And since the Arena authorities are too busy dealing with corrupt churches or supernatural threats, I ask for your help to stop those kidnappings and rescue the students.

Sure, we will help you. Whistlings chimes in. But we need to plan things thoroughly, or else we could risk the lifes of those students.

Layton says: We will need a whole week to plan this. Meanwhile, you can recruit whoever you can. We will need all the help we can get.

Thank you, guys. We will stay in touch... And please, keep it secret.

Edited by BombonBombin on Mar 17th 2024 at 8:21:11 AM

"See you around!"

Gwen waves back to Eclipse as she follows Bailey to the exit.

Wolfing down the remainder of his meal, Broly stands up before nodding to Kid Goku.

"Ready."

Centralis

Artemis listens quietly before speaking up once more.

" I can do... yes."

She's silent for a moment before elaborating further for once.

"I have a large bank of powers, across many different types of energy. So I can do nearly anything, within reason, at least."

Artemis stretches her arms above her head, before letting them rest at her sides.

"Our patrol vessel's data at the time was corrupted through a warp storm during Greentide, got nothing either."

Emma's braincells click on who Sarah is, and — after a moment of silent embarassment about her conduct around them — she's back to business. Hearing Icarus out, she considers a more quiet approach.

"I've worked in squads before... Does the church honor search warrants?"

"No one really honors it around here but if it looks official enough maybe we can be let in without a hitch? Everyone follows then splits up? Artemis' cathedral was pretty big so if all churches are the same, as long as the main doors are open I guess it's free reign there?"

If she's heard out, she would pull out her handgun and it quickly morphs into a holographic display of a warrant entailing "Tax Fraud and potential tampering of public records via magic." Otherwise she just stays silent.

"...For the record I'd also like to shoot things"

Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 17th 2024 at 11:06:41 PM

The hall fell quiet. None moved, none whispered, none so much as coughed. All eyes were on Grom and Luin.

"Whut yoo say?" He growled, gripping his axe so tight it seemed nearly ready to split. The goblin stomped towards the downed woman. "WHUT YOO SAY? I’M GUNNA…I’M GUNNA KEEL YEW—"

Then came Corrin, standing between the woman and the beast, and so too did Ivory speak out against Anna. The woman grew flush with…not with embarrassment, but not quite rage, either. She had been so near, so near to her plans coming to fruition, and in an instant it had all come down like a house of cards.

Corrin and Ivory were not alone in their dissent.

Talion saw them standing and finally took action, rising from his seat and unsheathing his blade, lifting it to point at Grom some twenty feet away. A goblin lunged at his back but he spun on his heels, cleaving through it without effort. So too did Zystak rise, the Kroot snarling and growling not for any affection towards Luin, but for a hatred against greenskins. Wyll rose from his seat as well, and suddenly a great cascade of shouts rose in the hall, all voicing their anger at Grom’s megalomaniacy and tyranny, at his gluttony and greed.

Goblins hopped to their feet, drawing their own blades and turning them to face the humans while Grom continued towards Luin and Corrin both now, raising his axe and preparing to slam it down on whoever dared exist in his path.

The doors banged open then, and if it was quiet before during the exchange between Luin and Grom, it was dead silent now. Baratheon, in his black and yellow armor with the stag embroidered upon the chestplate, soared through the air and smashed into a table. He was bleeding profusely from beneath his armor; his warhammer lay broken at his feet. Even Grom paused, in all his fury and rage he paused, and turned to look behind him at the source of the interruption.

No one moved. No one spoke. No one breathed.

The rhythmic thunking of heavy metal boots on the ground were almost ear-piercing in the silence of the hall, as several shadow-covered figures marched in from the dead of night outside. They lined the walls and spilled into the main room, standing still as statues in two rows against the walls. Black Orcs, covered head to toe in dark armor befitting of their name. It was all Anna could do to suppress a gasp. She knew these, she knew these, for they were the infamous, elite fighting force that followed only one greenskin.

With the starry sky behind him painting his features, a silhouette stepped into the hall. A low, menacing laugh cut through the silence like his own axe through flesh. He moved at a much more lax pace than his honor guard, but was larger than any of them, was the largest of any in the room, bigger even than Grom the Paunch himself. At a whopping twelve feet, he more than mogged your average human. Every last greenskin in the hall knew exactly who he was, long before he stepped into the torchlight, but Grom was the only one who dared speak his name.

"Grimgor."

   "BEEN A WHILE, YA FAT OLD GROT."    Grimgor Ironhide declared, his every footfall a booming roar in the dead hall as he moved slowly towards Grom.

"Not long enuff."

   "I DISAGREE—I FINK WE SHOULDA DONE THIS A LOOOOONG TIME AGO. SIDDOWN."    Grimgor ordered with a shake of his head, but the command seemed to be issued not only to Grom, but everyone whose ass was not currently seated in a chair.

"An’ if I don’t?" Grom said. Grimgor adjusted the angle of the savage axe in his hand, and Gitsnik gleamed in the firelight. The goblin begrudgingly turned from Corrin and Luin returned to his seat.

Anna locked her jaw and watched, unblinking, as Grimgor stepped towards the table. Luin for her part seemed genuinely astounded at his appearance…she wondered for a moment if she had somehow summoned him through mere mention of his name.

   "DAT MEENZ DA REST OV YOO ASWELL,"    Grimgor growled. Slowly, hesitantly, the vast majority of goblins and humans alike slowly lowered themselves back into their seats, returning their blades to their sheaths. Talion refused, and stared Grimgor down. There was a flash of red and green, and Talion no longer existed. Blood dripped from Gitsnik.

This seemed to encourage the rest to sit.

Luin lifted a weak hand to Corrin’s shoulder, as though to signify she’d be okay. "Thank you," the woman mumbled as she stood. She limped her way back to her seat, taking note of the splinter of wood in her calf but not daring to address it yet. But before she could finish the short yet painful trek, she found herself blocked by the crimson-stained Gitsnik, da alpha orc’s brutish arm holding it in front of her path. Trying and failing to mask her fear, her eyes followed the axe’s shaft to his arm, his arm to his head and his own eyes, emerald and dancing in the light. Had she been selected for some random act of violence? No, there was something else in those eyes. Recognition?

   "Now where do I knows ya from?"    He grumbled into a strangely low voice, confirming her suspicions. Then, he shrugged and lifted the axe over her head, bringing it back down behind her and smacking her back on her way to the table with a hearty chuckle. In an instant that contemplation in his gaze was gone, and he was right back to Grimgor Ironhide, the Green Slaughterer.    "NOW, WE’Z GONNA HAVE USSELVES A NICE, LONG CHAT ABOUT WHO’Z GUNNA BE RUNNING FINGZ ‘ERE FROM NOW ON. NOBODY STAND TIL I GIVE YA LEAVE TO GIT OUDDA HERE. ANYWUN MOVES…AN’ OL’ GITSNIK ‘ERE’LL GET A GOOD TASTE OF YER HIDE. AN’ GITSNIK’S ‘UNGRY, SO PLEASE. MAKE HER DAY."    He gave a snarling laugh as he spoke. The black orcs all around them only stood still, silent and almost sinking into the shadows against the walls.

Edited by ISZATSO on Mar 17th 2024 at 11:27:05 AM

Having wandered around for a while, the white-haired man is a bit tired of doing that, and of dragging the container behind him. He stops for a while, pushing a metal panel on the side of the container up, then pausing to input some commands into a numpad. After a moment, the container spits out a moderately-sized car, just an average Toyota Corolla with a tow hitch on the back. Then, attaching the container to the car, he hops in.

"Now then..."

About twenty seconds later, the sound of metal scraping against ground can be heard nearby as a half-wrecked upside-down Toyota Corolla with an also-upside-down container hitched on the back slides into view. If one were to look in the direction it came from, they'd see a quite frankly unreasonable amount of collateral damage to various structures around the place, and maybe a few scattered car pieces and loose tyres. Once the car comes to a stop, the man inside wordlessly gets out, unhitches the container and effortlessly flips it the correct way up again, and is about to resume walking when he notices the church.

"...Hmm."

He's contemplating something. It's hard to say for sure what. But either way, he's hanging around and watching closely.

Commander Yammark - Da Green'All

Commander Yammark just obeys orders. And if she has the nerve to resist, she'd get her butt kicked. Thank Inafune that common sense prevails around in the Reploid's CPU for once.

When the Grim is Gor

Yuki had been readying for a fight when the shouting and pointing of weapons began, her hands igniting with flame. She wasn't sure what side she'd be on at this point but she'd get involved either way.

Then Grimgor showed up.

Next thing she knows she's sitting down back in her seat again. Huh, she didn't even process that. She's reminded of Sariel again. Whenever the Angel of Death was angered (a rare thing admittedly), Lady Shinki's weaker creations would all instinctively comply with what she said.

Centralis

Icarus orders a shipment of headsets, as well as a less armed Explorer for himself. "I'm pretty sure the church doesn't", he responds to Emma. "Even if it did, do we know what we're looking for? We could just walk in, talk to Gor, and if everything works out fine, walk out again, right? Oh, also." He steps back to present his body. "How visible are the guns on my body? I don't wanna look like a war machine during the visit."

Edited by StepexNo2 on Mar 18th 2024 at 3:16:59 PM

Grim vs. Gorm

Who could be the other one!?

No way! It could be...

It's him! The "forbidden word"!

I'll go back for the bicycle! You search for a hide, and don't do something stupid!

And so, Margarita leaves the dining room while the other two hide below the table.

GrimGroom IronSkin

Cecil's morals arent of much help here. Having never met Luin before, she is an actual fucking dumbass to him for deciding to stand up to Grimgor without having any kind of leverage aside from her balls of steel. In which case, are useless against balls of raw green. Although Corrin standing up to Grimgor makes him slightly jolt up in worry and fan his hand at him, as if signaling to him to pipe down.

All he can really do is fold his arms and take a quick nap while everything is transpiring to hopefully not deal with the bloodshed that's probably gonna unfold. He isn't going to be completely asleep — still able to listen in — but he isn't gonna try anything dumb in the meantime.

Edited by BoniniBanana on Mar 18th 2024 at 10:59:49 PM

Greenhall

Oh, shit.

It's that guy.

Luckily, Ivory can both teleport and turn invisible- something he uses to warp up to a chandelier and watch from above.

Normally I'd just cut the damn pig's head off. But my precognition is drawing a blank on any of those timelines, so... no.

Solopost - Croque's Notes

cm_properties.txt
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A document on the properties of Collapse Matter (CM)
Collapse Matter is an artificially-manufactured exotic material, produced by a- as of this latest iteration -still-unknown machine, using an unknown method.
Its natural state is that of a clear fluid- though specific applications of specialized materials can cause it to crystalize into a solid structure.
By providing power and a specific frequency to Collapse Matter, it can be used for matter condensation- the compressing of the space inside atoms to allow it to take a smaller form.
This phenomenon is attained by proportionally reducing both the nuclear force and electrostatic force of the atomic components. They can be increased or decreased separately, though doing so tends to have adverse effects on the atom itself.
The compression of an atom does not reduce its weight- at the highest density, the compressed matter will have an atomic density comparable to that of neutronium.
The interaction of Collapse Matter with matter can be used to stabilize usually unstable particles- such as those produced in a particle accelerator.
Uncontained Collapse Matter can be lethal to humans- getting in through pores and reacting from a body's electrical signals to cause uncontrolled reduction and increase of binding forces within the body.
More information available upon request.

originium_properties.txt
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A document on the properties of Originium.
Originium is a crystalline substance with a variety of possible colors and sheens. Most commonly, naturally-formed Originium is purely black in color, though some surrounding factors like rock composition, air quality, and local life can influence the coloration.
Originium replicates itself slowly from carbon-based substances. Though it cannot replicate from exclusively carbon- it takes several external resources alongside it and rearranges it into more Originium.
Originium is naturally stable, though certain processes can destabilize the crystal and make it output vast amounts of energy. For this reason, Originium should be kept away from any Collapse Matter storage facilities, and any tech used in the containment and processing of Collapse Matter outside of fabricated recipricles should be kept to a minimum.
An as-of-yet unresearched phenomenon known as Arts correlates with Originium poisoning- commonly known by RI as Oripathy. It is the result of Originium being allowed to enter a person's bloodstream and spread into their body- simply touching skin is not enough, as it does not contain the required resources to replicate Originium.
Arts is a phenomenon native to the inhabitants of RI's Terra, and varies from species to species and person to person. It is closely related to magic- borderline unresearchable and only able to be influenced by those who figured it out by trial and error. Arts Devices exist, allowing machines to utilize Originium Arts, though it still falls short of 'organic' Arts.
Originium seems to boost Arts resonation when used in focusing objects or within someone afflicted by Oripathy. Using Arts while under Oripathy speeds the progression of the disease, as the resonation also pushes Originium to be more active.
More information available on request.

Edited by RainbyPlays on Mar 18th 2024 at 2:45:22 PM

Once outside, Bailey puts his arms behind his head and smirks.

"So boss, where to start?"

Kid Goku grins and takes on a battle stance, looking serious now. He'll wait for Broly to do the same, eyeing his stance for any potential openings.

Once he thinks he's found something, he suddenly leaps in, trying to land a kick against his abdomen.

Meanwhile, in the Hub Centralis, the Demon High-General Ovarr◊ is walking around, grumbling to himself. He seems to be in a less than ideal mood.

   "I cannot believe I let him talk me into this..."   

Pica-Verse

Previous

Altina nods. "Very well."

She puts a hand on the portal and gets sucked inside.

Makai

Previous

Peppino stares into the ocean. He doesn't question how it's not spilling out of the portal, nor whether he can breathe in there. He just takes a deep breath and jumps in.

Game

Previous

"Dang... I hope they find it."

Victoria gestures to the Locator Byte, which is pointing in the direction of a snowy region and the forest near the Dead King's Castle.    "Strongest minion's gonna be closest to the castle, so let's not go there."   

Guild Hall

Previous

thonk

"A pale monster that creates more Dark Matter and talks down to people... That thing must be the host of their true master, Zero. Oltura -ZERO-..."

Dedede looks down at his beak with confusion.

Xion

Whether Xion has to protect Makoto or not, she doesn't know. But she still tries, leaping in and conjuring a magic barrier to guard him from the Decepticons' attacks.

Metro

Previous

Two enemy Octolings rush in and start spraying ink over the walls of the train, while the one that took aim fires directly at Agent 8.

Agent 8 dodges and fires back with her Order Dualie Replicas. The enemy Octoling gets visibly covered in grayish ink, but jumps into the wall ink and swims through it, ending up behind Eight and "Pyra".

Fort Dawnguard

Previous

Perceval nods. "I will begin to search for him on my own."

With that, he takes his leave, off to explore the fort's interior and surrounding area.

Gwen smirks right back.

"Now we take a look behind the scenes where the technicians would normally be."

Taking up a fighting stance of his own, Broly raises an arm to block Kid Goku's oncoming kick. With his free hand, he attempts to seize his smaller opponent by the leg and fling him aside like a ragdoll.

Edited by IchigoMontoya on Mar 18th 2024 at 1:04:22 AM

KiriK

Save

• Come ON!

[Enemy Turn]

Seeing the enemy Octoling travel across the wall to possibly come behind the two of them, “Pyra” prepares for a counter as a giant flashing A button appears indicating a dodge.

A ball of fire appear from “Pyra”’s right hand, generated from their hand’s burns. They dribble the ball as the enemy travels along the walls.

[“Pyra” tips: Fire generated from my burns deal fire damage and has a chance to status the target with “Burned” without causing the flames to spread. So more visual and sensory.]

[Burned: Loses HP and lowers POW while status is active.]

Splash. (A)

“Pyra” sends the ball of fire backwards to hit the emerging enemy.

[Your Turn]

Ok, that ball’s probably large enough to hit the foe. Now to deal with the one in front…

• Jump
• Stab
• > Hand
• Item
• Hint
• (Flee)

“Pyra” charges up a fireball, which has an audio cue for when it’s large enough to be thrown.

(frizzle) (A)

EXCELLENT!

The ball quickly travels down the train, hitting its target.

Let’s quickly check my gear as well.

Skills:

• Quick Level
• Gear Slot Up

Gear:

• Shoes: Reflex Sneakers (Increases Speed)
• Kunai: Conniver (Heals 50% damage dealt)
• Wear Property: Firefighter (Immune to fire damage)
• Accessory: Blaze Scarf (On a failed dodge, Burn the enemy)

Edited by TheTropingAlliancer on Mar 18th 2024 at 8:33:28 AM

"Dunno how we're gonna get in without breaking in though.", Bailey says. "I don't think those robots running the place are gonna be keen on letting us in."

Kid Goku gets yeeted and ends up crashing into a house.

Now, if this weren't the Arena, that single throw would probably have KO'd him already given the power difference between them.

He climbs back out though, looking bruised as hell, but still rearing to go.

"You're even stronger than you look.", Kid Goku says, excited. He hops back out and grabs his Power Pole.

"Round two!"

Game

Under normal circumstances Gregory may grow weary of Jax's jovial attitude eventually, though he's far too grateful to have him as an ally to care that much right now.

Evan, on the other hand, seems to appreciate it a lot. While Jax wouldn't know it due to not knowing of Evan's past, having a happy and good-natured adult around is something he's not used to having, and he's enjoying it immensely right now.

He does fall for his joke though, shocked for a moment, at least until it's clear Jax wasn't serious about robbing Lolbit.

"So we're going to the snow? Oh, this is gonna be super cold, isn't it?", Gregory says, not looking too forward to it.

"Being cold's not so bad once you get used to it.", Evan notes. "Let's go-"

Suddenly something warps in near them in a large beam of heavenly light, startling Gregory and Evan. When that beam gives away, it's revealed to be Noah◊.

"Huh? Wait..."

"How'd you get in here?"

Noah crosses his arms and smirks.

"With every minion you beat, it becomes easier for me to access the game's system. With some luck I may be able to get you out without you having to fight this 'Dead King'. Or at the very least, I may be able to make the experience easier for you all to handle when the time comes."

"... and this would work... how? Apparently we're at our party limit. Lolbit said so last time."

"I've temporarily inserted myself as a guest NPC. I'll be with your party and I can occasionally fight alongside you, but I can't be attacked. Though that also means that if I'm the last one standing we still automatically lose."

"... I'm not sure I trust you."

"Huh? I've been helping you so far, haven't I? Don't tell me you don't want me tagging along?"

Noah looks at the other party members.

"Come now. You can use all the extra help you can get. Plus, it is somewhat my fault you're in this mess... won't you let me do my part?"

*Let Noah join as a guest party member?

>Yes

>No

Xion

Xion's barrier offers Makoto some safety, and even one or two stray shots which somehow get past the barrier do... Almost nothing. Shots which should have easily killed a human do almost negligable damage. As if the entity Makoto has summoned has bolstered his durability.

Thanatos Roars behind Makoto, drawing its sword. It swiftly rushes towards the larger target, barricade, and with a force which could slice through a tank like a hot knife through butter, it brings its blade down, the strength of the cut amplified by the charging done previously.

Brave blade, Deals severe slashing damage to a single enemy

Charge, More than doubles the damage of your next physical attack

Good idea, Emma! That church is huge too, so splitting up would cover more ground. Let's just be careful about splitting up too much though. Especially in a scenario where they'd want to isolate us. Sarah's thought is that the Church is definitely corrupt but she doesn't want to speak of it yet, especially given Icarus's reluctance to engage in that scenario.

But if the Odin shit told her anything, combined with what Icarus had to say, it was that there was someone warping minds in here.

Sarah isn't too embarrassed at getting a teammate's name wrong, mostly because she's confused at Artemis bringing up something about the Head Pope Meteorika... and then just not following up on it.

Ya know, I was kinda curious to hear about the Head Pope's whole deal. It'd probably be useful to know since there's probably some weird mind control at work. Sarah says, not annoyed, but mildly miffled. I don't know a lot about these guys aside from the bald guy. If they have weird abilities we need to strategize around, then we're probably going to be fighting an uphill battle.

Well, she guessed that with THOR around, it didn't matter. Still...

I wouldn't mind that, but things tend to get nasty pretty quickly in the Arena, Sarah shrugs. Getting into a fight in a crowded place like this would be bad. And I'd hate to look like the aggressor. But if they do engage in mind control, and if Artemis's hunches are right... Well, we gotta be ready for them to try something, Sarah continues. I'm not even sure if Gor is an actual thing or mostly a symbol at this point. Anything's possible at this point. But...

Sarah glances at the Church, and squint her eyes at a particularly troubling sight. One the others would be lucky to spot as well, given Sarah's particularly powerful, long-reaching sight.

Meteorika, the Great Pope herself, was staring right her way, standing close to some awkward guy in a vehicle, nodding at them before heading off into the actual Church. Fuck. They were spotted either way despite her precautions. Not that it really surprised her but... ah, she felt like Thor at the eve of his plans against Thanos. Or his plan to pit her Sisters against Set. Powerful but helpless, being manipulated into a greater evil's bidding.

Should she call it off, maybe?

Before she can consider that, thunder strikes in front of the Church, luckily harming no one in front of it. The enormously tall God of Thunder obviously had little interest in diplomacy or tactics. And though Sarah knew he was a good god who cared for the lives of hapless mortals around him, she couldn't help but think of him entering the Church and immediately blowing it up with a particularly powerful throw.

The whole city-block sized structure flattened in one blow would make for an harrowing sight for Sarah, if only because of all the people inside and around the Church!

Artemis, you're gonna want to clear up your memory quick. Emma, you can shoot things. Just make sure they tried to shoot you first. Wait, Emma had visited Artemis's place before too? Huh. Anyhow. Would help if you could record what happen, Icarus. You're working with less resources but it'll be helpful to us if they do attack first. Feel free to disregad or regard anything I have to say, you know what you can do better than I can. But be careful all.

That done, Sarah leaps straight towards the Church, hopefully accompanied by everyone else in her little group. The sight of several Arenagoers moving towards the Church at once inevitably get attention for the specks all around the area but they clear out because they're unimportant. Plus, THOR looks kind of pissed as he stroll towards the main gates.

In front of said main gates stand Meteorika, arms spread to the side, obviously waiting for the rest of the group to come forward so she can speak to them.

Thor, there are people inside the church, damn it! Sarah hisses, striding towards him. THOR turns to the group, recognizing Flandre and... not really caring about the rest.

OH HELLO SARAH! I DONT KNOW WHY YOU WENT AND RECRUITED A LOT OF PEOPLE WHEN THE TWO OF US WILL BE PLENTY TO SEE THROUGH GOR'S HORRIBLE LIES OF! As he says this, Meteorika briefly move from her spot, apparently looking to touch THOR. But his head snaps back at her like it had never moved to start with. And the only thing more surprising than that sight is that Meteorika herself move back as if she'd never so much as swayed to the side.

That said, she doesn't put up much of a benevolent front, waiting there with a smug smirk.

Hub Centralis

Artemis is still sitting on her cloud as she speeds it towards the Church, though once it lands, she's standing. She looks right at Meteorika.

"Hello, Meteorika- or should I say Mahito? Which one is it..?"

Artemis's allies would have flashes in their mind (or in Icarus's case, a file sent- Artemis can replicate electronic signals, after all) of her knowledge on the matter. Both sourced info on what Mahito is and the big fact of Meteorika just being Mahito in disguise.

Artemis has a smirk on her face. Her wings are folded behind her, while her arms are across her chest.

"You've already tried to trick me once, back during that festival... Though I'm somehow not surprised you're still trying with others..."