UTOPIA
William's starting to act like Miquella's bodyguard the way shoves Kratos away as best he could when he punches Miquella although too little too late. His eyes widen when the light he blasts immediately disappears. Two things he gets from this.
1. This place is actively leeching power, as shown when Law's ROOM was disabled. He has to conserve whatever reserve he has.
2. Teleporting the party out is not an option — this room would just sap whatever he has in him.
Well, it is a facility meant to hold whatever is a threat to their UTOPIA so he might as well applaud the design but now is not a good time for that. He pulls out the HoM again, imbuing it with faint amounts of energy. Enough to set off the afterglow but not enough to where the room will start fighting him. He'll follow Miquella but is visibly clear that he would greatly prefer if the blonde man starts running now.
If no one picks him up, he'll do so but ironically his ability to defend him would greatly reduce.
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Shadow, noticing Sirius' distress, reaches down and scoops up the wolf cub, who gives a surprised yip, looking shocked for a moment before eventually seeming to calm down and snuggle into Shadow's arms. Anya initially opens her mouth in protest, but closes it when she notices that Sirius is enjoying himself, flashing Shadow a grateful look.
The person behind the door audibly scoffs at Weber's words, a sound somewhere between annoyance and amusement, and there's the sound of a latch opening.
"Bold claim! Why, I'll believe it when I-"
The door swings open a crack, revealing that the inside of Jorrvaskr is dark, and there's a pair of catlike eyes reflecting in the darkness, which are initially narrowed in suspicion before quickly widening in surprise.
"…seeee…iiit.", they trail off.
"It's true! Just look at them! They told me themselves!", Sirius chimes, making the figure’s eyes flick to Shadow, narrowing in worried frustration as the figure hisses to the wolf.
"Wh-‽ Sirius‽ What are you doing outside the den? And is that Anya with you? Oh, we are going to have a serious talk just as soon as…oh, nevermind. One moment."
The figure sighs, and closes the door, and there’s the sound of many more latches unlocking, before the door swings fully open, revealing a young man with decidedly Diabolical features,
◊ regarding the two wolves with a stern look.
"You're lucky that we're apparently in the presence of Gods, or you would be getting an earful right now."
"Sorry, Daimion…""Sorry, Daimion…", the cubs apologize, flattening their ears.
Daimion then claps his hands, causing Jorrvaskr's torches to sputter to life, and he motions for the group to follow him into the main hall.
"I must say we weren't expecting visitors, especially such prestigious ones, so I do apologize in advance for the mess…and…for my mentor's current condition. It's been something of a rough time for him, lately."
Sirius and Anya exchange a knowing frown.
"Life isn't a fairytale. There isn't always a 'Happily Ever After' waiting for you at the end of the road." ~ Isengrim Heath-StalkerStone, steel, and other stuff shatter second-by-second, soon carving out an exit for Kuveli to leave the confines of the rubble through. It certainly went a lot faster with Young Sephiroth, Tony Stark, and Casper all chipping in than it would've gone with just her alone. Nonetheless, there she stands free now... Albeit her left leg is decidedly not standing with her, the red liquid everywhere makes it look like someone shoved dynamite into a blood bag and set it off, and her body is visibly shaking. Whether it's from fury, lingering adrenaline (do warframe bodies even have that in them?), or the experience inside her head, it's not exactly clear.
She stands there for a while, then bends down to pick up the severed part of her leg, doing her best to reattach it. Gingerly shifting a bit of weight onto that broken leg, it sort of holds up, but could just fall apart the moment she takes another step. There's a few indistinct whispering sounds as she decides that's good enough for now, turns to look around at the glue Stark used to seal up parts of the damaged environment, then turns to the observing trio. Blood red letters made of bubble streams appear behind her and slightly off to one side as she turns her head to the same side, trying her best to indicate to the vague area where Sion got squished.
DONE
Tellingly, not dead, since Kuveli is pretty sure even that didn't put him down properly... She turns her head forward again, the letters shifting form. It's a very basic form of communication and a bit more taxing on her, sure, but it seems like she's parsed that using body language and hand signals alone won't suffice. Regardless, she's certain there's something more to do.
NOW?
It takes him some time to register Beelzebub's lack of name familiarity, but once he does, Zero headtilts a little. He was sure that name would mean something to someone... He decides to remember it for later regardless. Papiyas. Papiyas. Papiyas... Papaya? No, that's a food, stay focused. He listens in silence to the explanation about alternate worlds, the connections between them, the vibrations... Which means he can't resist cracking a joke once the room shakes.
"I'm presuming you don't mean those vibrations. What are they..."
He trails off as he checks the cameras. He can see what's happening now. The battle between the False Idoll and Gaikarmog. The mutilation of Kratos's body into becoming the Cruel Striker. It'd be nauseating enough without any further additional details, but something about the sight has really unsettled him - the chances anyone has thermal readings is practically null, but if someone did, they'd be able to see his blood quite literally run cold. The wrench he was holding slips from his grasp, falling to the floor with a clattering sound, sweat coating the handle.
Zero's legs buckle a bit, in the distinctive way someone who's trying to run but failing to actually move would make their legs buckle. His eyes can't be seen behind the glasses, but there's a reflection in them that doesn't line up with reality, or with any lighting anywhere nearby. Some sort of teeming many-limbed mass, moving discordantly but nonetheless in tortured unity, with far too many fingers of excessive length... Then, suddenly, the reflection is gone, and so is one of the monitors that Zero just magdumped an entire six revolver rounds into, the man finally able to team himself away from the spot where he stood. With some effort, he manages to forcibly contort his expression back into something more neutral, albeit still extremely uncomfortable, pulling out a gun that sits somewhere between raygun and flamethrower
◊ while turning to face the door.
Despite the direction of his body and him being completely stanced up, his head turns at an uncomfortable angle to face Beelzebub instead. Even with the sunglasses and even with his best attempt to feign a return to confidence, the expression in his eyes just barely pierces through the blackness. He's been reminded of something that has rattled him to a degree nothing else could.
"...Put the philosophy aside for a moment. What happened to them. Can it happen to one of us. Will it happen to one of us. How do we stop this."
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Ohoho! Color Weber intrigued. Which is a good thing for everyone else because that makes it much more likely that he'll play nice.
He floats back a bit to stay close to, if not full-on behind the Asgardians, letting them be the center of attention for now.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.The Asgardians follow Daimion and the young wolves through the door leading into Jorrvaskr.
"Daimion, yes? Just out of curiosity, how exactly are you familiar with my siblings and I?" Loki asks. "I'm going to assume you've at least heard of our exploits in this realm."
He casts a brief glance back at Anya and Sirius, making a mental note to see about visiting a certain other wolf the first chance he got.
Thor looks around at the mead hall's interior.
"It's almost as fine as Asgard's banquet hall."
Sylvie eyes the banquet table.
"It certainly looks like an ideal place for a feast."
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Daimion nods to Loki.
"Aye, that's my name. Daimion Blackpoole."
He chuckles.
"I know, I know, rather fitting for my appearance, right? I assure you, though, that I will not be raising chaos or making dark deals if I can help it. Not my style. As a Tiefling who grew up on the streets after losing my father at an early age, I'd much rather distance myself from my Hellish heritage than embrace it. It can be…hard to fit into general society when people see you as a a monster."
He then tilts his head, looking the Asgardians over for a moment.
"…ah, so you did talk to the cubs, then? I'd figured Sirius was telling tall tales… Is that something you can do naturally, or…?"
Shadow raises a finger.
"Speak with Animals. A spell from your world, correct?"
Daimion nods, smirking.
"Ah, yes, that explains it. And, mm, going back to your previous question…"
He glances back to Loki.
"…you, specifically? And your exploits in this realm? I don't know much, to be frank. My mentor knows more than I do, most definitely, but I feel even he might not have been aware of your presence, so it may come as a shock to him as well."
Anya and Sirius notice Loki glancing at them, and Sirius wags his tail while Anya gives him a slight smile.
"Something on your mind?"
Daimion smirks at Thor and Sylvie’s reactions.
"Yes, it is quite nice. I have a feeling that the builders poured their very hearts and souls into it, and that it must have meant a lot to them, since they appear to have used what was no doubt the ship they sailed in on to crown it."
He quirks an eyebrow.
"…which, no doubt, lends some bittersweetness to the fact that we're starting to grasp how this strange little world works…Hells, this hall loses some of its romance when you stop to realize it's only an imitation of the real thing, copied wholesale from its original world. No historic ties to the creators, no warriors to enjoy the feasts, no bards to sing its praises…quite tragic, actually."
He stops by the main hall, and turns his head, noticing something that makes him sigh.
Seated, or, it would be more accurate to say slumped, in a chair in front of the firepit is an older man, garbed in reinforced leather armor.
◊ Judging by the empty mug next to him, and the empty bottle next to that, he's likely sleeping off a strong drink. It may surprise the group to see two more wolves in attendance as well. These are just a bit larger, though some of that extra bulk may be fluff, judging by their longer coats. A brindled timber-wolf
◊ lies at the man's feet, already viewing the new arrivals with a stern, wary eye, while a white-furred individual with peculiar, distinctive, masklike facial markings
◊ sits curled up in the man’s lap, gazing at the group with a distant, withdrawn demeanor undercut by a glint of curiosity. Daimion gives the two a slight nod, addressing each in order.
"Orion…Stela. He's still out of it, isn't he?"
The timber-wolf, Orion, gives a subtle growl.
"For hours. I'd say it's about time to wake him up.", he grumbles.
The white wolf, Stela, simply huffs quietly.
"Go ahead. I certainly couldn't.", she sighs, and hops off of the man's lap, sitting next to Orion.
Daimion fetches a cup of water and a towel, mouths 'sorry!' to the group, then tosses the water in the older man’s face, making him splutter and sit up with a start.
"Oh Gods, what‽", he growls, until seeing the group, giving them a bemused look.
"…oh. Gods? What?"
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"Life isn't a fairytale. There isn't always a 'Happily Ever After' waiting for you at the end of the road." ~ Isengrim Heath-StalkerUTOPIA
Facility
Sephiroth is clearly not going to just let Kuveli keep walking on that leg.
"Again, hold still."
He casts Curaga on her, which should properly reattach the leg, assuming she's still holding it against the stump.
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Prison
Miquella's charm has the inverse effect of last time. Seven blinks. The red disappears from his eyes.
"Huh? What the—where the—" notices the False Idoll and Cruel Striker 「幹!」
He scrambles to flee, hastily sheathing the Thousand Demon Dagger and pulling a pair of scissors out of his pocket. He fumbles and drops them as he runs, but quickly reaches back and takes hold of them with his qi, summoning them back to his hand.
"What the fuck did I miss?!"
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."UTOPIA - THE TROUBLES
BAR
With the bar cleared out ever since the first shots rang out, especially because a clerk just got up, grabbed as much weapons as she could and ran off outside, the group will find very little in the way of partygoers as armored soldiers step into the room. The uniform they wear is golden, with golden helmets with black visors. They do not carry any weaponry on their persons - only miniature repulsors gloves, with a small repulsor at the end of each finger and a bigger one in their palms.
They're preceded by Waller, who's herself accompanied by two figures wearing white and black armor instead. They quickly move in to throw a tarp over the unconscious Iron Man, one grabbing him over her shoulder. For they know the sight of UTOPIA's founder knocked out while conducting nefarious business would shake the moral of the nation badly. Even they, emotionlessly as they act, seems unnerved and quick to put on the black tarp.
The others use their gloves to create energy manacles with which to subdue the immobilized Orochi, Bask and Hansen. But the group is quickly shuffled downstairs by Waller, who motions at them with her index. We haven't got time for a song. Let's go. She says, walking out, with the others behind her. If they do follow her, she'll bring them over to the same vehicle they used to get into the bar to enter with. And, as the doors close in behind them, it takes off flying. No pesky traffic is going to get into the way of The Wall, especially with the stakes. There are other vehicles - flying cars too, marked with a red star, with only two of them, as if taking care of a minor brawl.
Gray Mann and his daughter are in a car of their own, with some more agents around them, looking out to avoid sudden gunfire. Olivia waves to the dog on the way out.
The unconscious Iron Man is sprawled in the middle of the vehicle, Waller looking over at him pensively, hands arranged together below her chin, the tips of her index fingers tapping on her cheeks. ... Playboy billionnaire philanthropist and traitor. Lots of things for Mr.Stark to add to his list. She eventually says. The Emperor already told me he could get brain signals out of him, so it isn't a robot. But at the same time, we all were with Tony Stark in the flesh. He could not have pulled a switcheroo on us.
She observes the whole group - Kiryu and Nishiki are looking down at the windows, a bit fascinated by the flying car thing, while Kusakabe look simply awkward, holding unto his katana. He was worried that this thing had a bomb in him or whatever - like, what if it was a cyborg or something?
We're going to fly back to the Tree of Life first. But... Captain America, right? You're one of Stark's colleagues. He spoke highly of you. Very highly. He told me that you'd braved hell itself to help him find those little flowers of perdition he almost lost his mind over. I can hardly expect you to be unbiased about the man but let me ask this : has this happened before? Do you think that there's any pattern to this similar to what might have happened to him before?
What, it's an habit he has of going insane and trying to murder children? Kusakabe scoffs.
No. But he has... built Life-Action Models before. Robots meant to look, act and think like us as to provide a decoy target. It might have been hijacked - but I doubt it, given the brain activity. But still - I'll need all of you to tell me what happened in that room. Be as precise as possible, if you will.
FACILITY
It'd be a sore twist of fate to have Sion be rescued while Kuveli is left to be buried. Luckily, thanks to everyone involved being some of the group's heaviest hitters guided by the wise mind of the Emperor, it's relatively easy for the way to be cleared. And Kuveli freed, with Stark looking on at Casper's new form in a mixture of awe and surprise. He knew about Casper's abilities, but seeing them up close was different.
Solid work you guys! Kuveli, need any heal or you wanna walk it... He realizes that he's made a very poor choice of words rather quickly. Then realized it was actually quite the apt choice of words, since she took her wounded leg and just... stitched it back on. Not unused to creepy or fantastical sights, Tony still blink beneath his helmet as he turns to look at where she's pointing, with Sephiroth healing her, he feels more confident now.
You think he can get out?
Unlikely. The crimson runt took his sword. And his body might be too crushed to be able to produce the energy to free himself.
Unlikely, might... not reassuring words when dealing with an immortal, ya know?
Hmph. Would you want me to try to coddle you the same way you do these fools on your utopia? We are dealing with someone who has achieved complete immortality. But so far, I can say confidently that we are closer to accomplishing our objective than he is to escaping. Also, you are being betrayed.
Wh-
When water is accumulated somewhere, the process of it finding a sudden exit will result in it very quickly spilling into that exit. This is why Bruce told Jason to "hang on". But he didn't quite tell him to hang on enough, because Jason will need either Hydraxon or Nymbulda to catch him and hold on themselves or find a way to overpower the raging tides as they pour in into the slowly opening vault door, the water level decreasing instantly, with the group at risk of slamming themelves into the less than human sized entrance leading into the vault.
What's more - countless objects are being sucked in too, battering anyone caught in the underwater storm.
Leda will be safe, and so will be Lorelai if she accepted her help. But anyone else in the water will need to find a way to not wind up slammed. Against the raging tides, even those used to the water will need their absolute best to not get sucked in! And as Iron Man descends, he can only stare in horror, seeing the violent effect of the water below. Who the fuck did that?!
Once the water seeps out, however, it doesn't fill up the other room. Instead, the group will be dragged into or walk into an immensely large puddle of water, filled with ruined furniture, lamps, broken glass and an inexplicable fish flopping about. But that might not be as important to them (careful if you don't have shoes though!) as what's inside. With Leda and Lorelai having the means to get there by acrobatic means if they want, crossing the ruined, wet, concrete crater of what used to be a facility.
Once there, they'll get to a large bright white room with several dozens more vaults all over the walls, each the size of a large building at least. The room itself being enormous enough to house an entire city. But its basically barren aside from that - there are only some red platforms on the side that one can take, which will rise in the air to the precise direction they covet. They go fast, too, which might means crossing the entire city will be made a bit easier.
But the vaults are not what's going to really matter soon enough.
At the end of the room, locked behind an enormous vault that can't apparently be opened, and protected by extraordinarily tough glass, sits a thing that's too big for the entire room to contain at once, hence the need for a separate space entirely. It's a mountain of metal that's upside down, each cog, each piece, so big as to defy comprehension. And it ends in a very sharp spike, once that, once its own, removed from the structure, would seem like an intimidating hill, fitting for an Evil Overlord to sit upon.
It looks like an error of reality - a jet black interruption into the universe. A sleek spear that shouldn't exist. Yet it does, brought to life by the whispers of man.
The Ultimate Weapon. The Grand Equalizer. The gun to bring the Arrogant Heavens and Earth together. The grand defense of UTOPIA and the ultimate way to ensure its protection.
UTOPIA - GODBUSTER
Stark's helmet goes down as he observes the group, looking angry for a second before he sighs.
Who opened the vault? He asks, calmly.
PRISON
I don't think it's anything infectuous. Or Trafalgar Law would have gotten it too. Beelzebub replies, nonchalantly.
It's very likely linked to that worm. Do you see the curved horns all these humanoids feature? He says, holding up the jar. It could be that the worm can infect a body. But it doesn't seem like they can generate an infection. Nor do they create particularly stable products. UTOPIA is safe from being swarmed by... "zombies", hurray.
Now it's only a matter of US not being swarmed. He concludes, turning to look for an exit. He approach a corner of the room, and point a finger at it, but doesn't press it yet, apparently seized with doubt.
Elsewhere...
The False Idoll is struck by a Superbolt. Weapon of the old gods brought to use by Gaikarmog to fend off the evil that has been trying to get its grubby hand on him. It strikes it, the vibration shaking its entire body as it screams in surprise and pain. For all its apparent invincibility, even it could feel the force being unleashed upon it. And as such, it lets go of Gaikarmog, taking the moment to howl as it covers its mouth, turne weakspot. Never again, the creature think, smoke coming off as it as it prepares to leap after the group.
Until its left arm, the one it used to throw around Gaikarmog, start to have bubbles boiling over the middle of that arm before the mighty arm snaps off, collapsing and turning into a puddle of black liquid. Howling in agony and anger, the False Idoll still prioritize hurting others over its own fate, dashing in a mad anger at Gaikarmog and Galvadoll, screaming as it rips itself out of French Doll, crawling after them on malformed legs, stabbing at the air and ground with its arm-blade, bubbles spreading over from the rest of its body as its skin start falling apart.
As for the Cruel Striker, the light seems to annoy it much more than it start to weaken it, especially as it realizes that it doesn't actually hurt it. The group will be able to pass, William carrying Miquella along, because of it and the fact that Siffrin decides to attack the Cruel Striker with the Misery Cleaver. This audacious action get its attention, enabling others to pass by. And it raises its armored left arm to block him, smiling as it expects its defenses to hold up.
They don't - the Misery Cleaver slice through the armored scales and reach deep into the Cruel Striker's arm, almost severing the arm in half. Blood splatter down from the impact site, marking the walls down to it as the Cruel Striker grits its teeth in pain and surprise, not expecting to be so thoroughly wounded by an attack it was blocking.
This buys tremendous time for the others to pass through - Miquella looking almost out of it until he sees the two abominations.
why couldnt i do more...?
Hey! Don't get too caught up in this, little guy! We've got certified badasses like that imp wizard guy and the knife guy to handle this!
He especially gets regrets as the Cruel Striker attempts to use its almost severed arm to grab Siffrin before attempting to slam him into the wall, raising its arm and stabbing at him with a gleeful smile, its grip like that of gravity itself as it try stabbing him with enough force to blow him apart messily.
And then Seven, meanwhile, reach N and Uzi!
Oh no, he's useless again! Law shouts.
N! Shoot him again or something to make him cool!
RIGHTO! Hey, you, Seven, please hold still! I've got to shoot you somewhere not lethal! N says, turning his right arm into a gun.
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No devil deals? Booooooo.
Weber doesn't actually voice this thought, thankfully, simply remaining silent as he moves along with everyone else. It's relieving... and yet also a little eerie how he just doesn't do anything at all other than following and watching.
Even when the probably-previously-drunk guy is awoken, he doesn't say a thing.
UTOPIA - THE TROUBLES
Bar
Yes, more pets! The dog is pleased, its tail wagging happily. It then looks around curiously as a lot of shiny-looking people enter the room.
As well as Waller, who the dog recognizes. When everyone starts to move back outside the dog follows her into the vehicle, though yips happily when it notices Olivia waving at it, sticking its head through a window for a moment as it looks at her.
Once they're away from Olivia's car, the Annoying Dog turns to Waller instead. She's probably not the kind of person who would pet a dog, but apparently it thinks it's worth a try since it keeps looking at her expectantly.
Upon hearing Waller's request it suddenly spawns (yes, spawns) a text-to-speech device and starts randomly typing on it. Once it's done, the device plays out what it typed.
"Lots of pets. Lots of music. Lots of talking. Lots of fighting. The energy was yummy."
...
wait it could communicate with the group the entire time?
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Facility
The moment Hydraxon feels the shift in the water he tries to grab onto Jason to prevent him from being sucked into a water vortex, because getting caught in one could mean certain death. He plants his foot on the ground, holding onto both Jason (if he allowed himself to be grabbed) and the Joker (who they still need for information) and does his best to keep himself steady. Even with his size and weight Hydraxon will still be pulled forward a little bit from the suction.
However, while he can hold out against the suction, he can't actually move away from it, meaning that unless it stops soon, there is a chance he'll get tired, risking the possibility that he'll lose his grip or footing.
Something does hit him in the back as it gets sucked into the vortex though, almost making him step forward from the hit, but he refuses to budge.
Thankfully it does stop eventually, upon which he'll let go of Jason (again, if he let himself be grabbed) and start walking forward, making a soft sound of relief that he was able to hold out.
He moves into the bright room, seeing all the vaults around him.
"... this reminds me a bit too much of the home base.", he says, referring to the Order of Mata Nui. He continues to look around and eventually notices the Godbuster. He can tell from a glance that this thing is bad news, and he now grabs the Joker with both hands instead of just one, just in case. The madman had been trying to get in here, and that thing looks like it could be what he was trying to get. If he's potentially faking being out cold, Hydraxon wasn't going to risk him escaping with some sneak attack.
Before he can think more on this, Stark enters the room. He turns his head, then shakes his head to silently convey it wasn't him.
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Bowels
Anthony straight up jumps/leaps over the enemy before him now that Siffrin has distracted it by dealing significant damage, almost floating back down to the ground afterwards instead of falling normally. He turns for a moment and holds his hands together, creating a spinning gust blade that he then throws at the Cruel Striker's arm, seemingly to try to save Siffrin. He probably figures from what he's seen that Siffrin is too valuable an ally to lose.
Which makes sense since he doesn't know Siffrin's gimmick.
Regardless of the results though, he'll then start running again alongside probably most of the group.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.UTOPIA - The Bowels of Hatred
Upon Gaikarmog throwing a BIG ROCK at her, Galvadoll held up her counterpart as a shield. Regular Doll reflexively grabbed the rock telekinetically then threw it at the False Idoll. She then glared at her counterpart who cheekily smiled, then stuck her tongue out at Gaikarmog before spreading her wings and taking off to go faster.
As they catch up with Nuzi, Doll sighs and rolls her digital eyes.
"Can you shoot at the enemy chasing us instead?" she snarked at them.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."UTOPIA
Prison - Siffrin
Siffrin, seeing their attack go through, breaks into a grin.
"HA! Not so invincible against something that can match your strength, huh?!-"
Siffrin is grabbed, and for a moment they have this look of 'well here we go again' before-
(huh)
They fall, the Cruel Striker having let them go... because someone else had hit its already-damaged arm.
(...do they not know I can't really die? Even then, why- y'know what that's a question for later.)
Siffrin readies the Cleaver again, leaping up before flipping around in the air like a buzzsaw, driving themselves towards the other arm and aiming to sever it clean off.
"Let's see how you like meeting someone with a disarming personality!"
-wait a damn minute that's the first pun Siffrin's made in a good while.
Prison - Seeker
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Seeker turns to stare at Beelzebub.
"Don't mean to be the suspicious one of the group, but those observations aren't something you can just make from a casual first examination aside from the horn bit I'll give you that one. And seeing as this is supposedly your first time down here by virtue of not knowing it existed, that'd mean you'd have had to seen it somewhere else... and maybe you know more than you're letting on, but seeing as I'm currently standing in a room with no easy way to leave I'll refrain from questioning too much."
Seeker had been trying to get running, but... the only exit, he quickly realized, was towards the fight. So now he's back in this room.
Unless there was another exit in this room, which suggested... other implications.
Closing his eyes, Seeker saw darkness- which actually made him flinch. Normally, he could see past the limits of his body using the Astral Plane- but it would seem that didn't work either. Though his tether to the Astral Plane remained strong, it was like squeezing through a small hole (cave diving) rather than having a tether connecting you to a boat at sea. Somewhat easy to get in. Not so easy to get anything back out.
"...this place was either made to keep something in, or someone out."
aeiou: the secondBefore Jason has time to address or even notice the others preparing to follow him and Nymbulda into the vault, the door opens wide, threatening to suck him in along with the water before Hydraxon grabs hold of him. Trusting that Nymbulda would immediately get to work both keeping the others from getting pulled in and anchoring herself, he draws his katana and stabs it into the ground, just to be safe.
As soon as the water subsides, he offers Hydraxon a grateful nod, then removes his helmet and breathes out a lengthy sigh.
"Well... at least that takes care of the water problem. Let's just hurry up so we can deliver the Joker," he says. "The sooner they're done with him, the sooner I can make sure he gets what he deserves."
With that, Jason sheathes his sword before descending into the vault, carrying his helmet by his side as he wades through the sizable puddle and into the primary chamber. Among the first things he notices are the various platforms. Well, that certainly answered the question of how they were gonna make it back to the others.
He then comes across the enormous, metallic... thing that is the Godbuster, staring up at the unnatural superweapon with a mixture of awe and horror.
"What the fu-?"
That's when Stark perhaps inevitably arrives to join back up with the group. Realizing that trying to bluff his way out would probably be a waste of time at best, Jason slowly turns to meet the tech-savvy scientist's gaze.
"I got a call from Bruce just now. He said you had something else besides the Solver locked up in this vault, Stark," he explains, motioning to the Godbuster. "Something you apparently didn't want him or Waller or Miquella finding out about. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say I'm looking straight at it right now."
After noticing that Hydraxon had decided to further restrain the Joker, Jason draws one of his pistols, aiming it at the clown in case he comes to and somehow breaks free of his captor's grip. He'd shoot to wound, of course, but if worst came to worst, Jason would rather lose some intel than risk the Joker of all people getting his hands on something like the Godbuster.
"All that being said, though... nothing about this whole thing has really been simple or straightforward. Hell, for all I know, we're being played and manipulated by whoever's behind all of this right now," Jason continues. "So if you wanna clear the air, Stark, now's your chance."
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"If you were a monster, my friend, I doubt these wolves would trust you so much," Thor says. "Regardless, you don't have to worry about any of us suspecting you of trickery."
"I was simply remembering a friend of mine I had plans to see," Loki says.
"All the more reason to see about throwing a party here sometime," Sylvie chimes in.
Once they've reached the older man and his two larger wolves, the Asgardians each offer a wave.
"Hello there."
"Hi."
"Hope we weren't interrupting any good dreams."
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Jul 1st 2025 at 9:16:28 AM
The Facility
Kol'skaya immediately hugs the people close to him as the water flushes them out, tucking his head in as he effectively rolls up like a armadillo with everyone in the center. Yes they may be ping ponged, but Kol'skaya has the size and endurance to withstand strikes others could not.
In fact he hurdles last Nymbulda-
Using her horns she'd began to scoop the two up, and stabbing Percival into the ground, the motioned for the Rahi to-
"HOLD ON!"
Nymbulda could fell the water rush past her, the Sea Ogre holding her ground as the flood spilled out around her. This was more her speed: being someone's shield. Able to weather the heavy stuff. Even as her and Rahi briefly skidded towards the other room, they held firm.
Just enough for everything to die down, and for to let them slip off.
Just in time for the Godbuster-Contraption to be seen.
"...I have no clue what I'm looking at-"
Kol'skaya finally enrolled himself and looked to the vast expanse, breathing out steam as he narrowed his eyes on the blank expanse, and then the colossal brutalist void architecture.
Stark's non-chalant surprise, and Jason's words... it got her face to go from confusion to a rather... blank expression. An inability to read her face was probably just as concerning. She listened to Stark fumble, and then looked to Jason as he pointed the gun to the Joker. Luckily, Hydraxon was giving her a heads up.
"...The only surprises I like aren't present Stark. What is this?"
Kol'skaya finally turned his vision to Stark as well, threatening to step on the Joker as he glared at stark.
"ƬΉIƧ IƧ JЦƧƬ ᄂIKΣ IП ƬΉΣ MΛD ΉӨЦƧΣ. ƧӨMΣ VΛЯIΣƬY ӨF ƧƬΛЯK FӨЦПD DΛMПΣD FᄂӨЩΣЯƧ ƧӨMΣЩΉΣЯΣ ƬӨӨ ᄃᄂӨƧΣ ƬӨ ΉӨMΣ... ƧΣПƬ ƧӨMΣ PΣӨPᄂΣ ƬӨ ᄃӨMΣ IП. ӨПᄂY 3 ᄃΛMΣ ӨЦƬ. YӨЦ KΣΣP PᄂΛYIПG ЩIƬΉ ƬΉIƧ ΛПD ПӨЩƧ IƬ'Ƨ BΛᄃKFIЯIПG, ƧӨMΣ ᄃᄂΛЯIƬY ПӨЩ BΣFӨЯΣ ЩΣ GΛПGPЯΣƧƧ YӨЦ IПƬӨ ƬΣᄂᄂIПG ЦƧ."
The Prison
Gaikarmog watched the creature leave the shell, hatching an idea. Galvadoll would be useful here. And looking to the others he could make an example.
To be so far away from home must be a terrible feeling for anyone. To wish to see their parents before being turned into this...
No. The "Doll" is dead. Left in its place was a parasite.
Manifest like dreams-
Gaikarmog seemingly disappeared into another impossibly tight crevice, rumbling as he did so. Evading a strike from the False Idoll, its previous host began to stir.
"Hey le ciel, tu nous regardes? Ça fait un moment que c'est chaud!"
Gaikarmog's plants were piloting her frame, pulsing like veins, and with thin golden strings attached to her arms, head, and legs, it seems as though something is holding her frame up.
...and it is infact, from the cieling exactly that. Gaikarmog's fingers are twined with Golden Thread. Smiling down at the creature, he coursed his own energy into her shell, and instantly had Doll's corpse fly over to the creature and slam its feet down on the ground beneath it. The stone would erupt forward like jagged peaks, and try to press the creature firmly against the cieling. Gaikarmog knew he couldn't kill it without some... macabre rituals. But he could make it feel the weight of the being pressed into juice.
Except I'm tangible
If it tried to strike at Doll's torn body, the strings would begin to ensnare it.
And using Doll's frame, would.pilot it towards the Cruel Striker, her face opening up into a flower, with the pattern of her eyes and mouth in life.
My designs are a bit too, wide for you to comprehend. It requires time you don't have.
Want a peak?
Before Gaikarmog briefly erupted from the flower and blasted a compressed blast of intense heat onto the Cruel Strike, directly from the Star Core of the Anzii.
AwawaJorrvaskr
Shadow glances at Weber, quirking an eyebrow.
"Y'know, you've been pretty quiet ever since we got inside. How're you doing?"
Neodyme nods.
"It is...slightly unsettling, but I suppose there are worse alternatives."
Daimion places a hand on his heart, giving Thor a warm smile.
"I'm genuinely touched to hear that, Sir. I'd certainly hope they trust me. I was raised alongside them, after all."
His smile cracks into a playful grin at that remark.
"But I'll let my mentor fill you in on that little story...~", he chimes, letting the last word hang in the air.
Anya tilts her head, looking curious.
"Oh? Would you mind sharing, or is it personal?"
Sirius nods.
"You can probably guess we don't get to talk to people much. So we're dying to hear about new things."
Anya shoots Sirius a look that makes him wince.
"Sorry, poor choice of words..."
Anya sighs.
"He's right, though. We're supposed to act...normal...in public, like we're just some common run-of-the-mill animals who're oblivious to everything that happens around us. We can't show that we understand what people are saying."
Daimion gives Sylvie a slight smile.
"I would personally enjoy that very much, but my mentor is...mm, a bit less of a people-person. He much prefers the company of himself, or at the very least, me, the pack, and some very close friends of ours."
—
After the man wakes, he keeps his bemused expression, though he blinks once, brushing a stray lock of hair away from over his eye.
"...hello."
Orion gazes at the group, turning his head on a swivel, first to Weber, then to the Asgardians, and then to the Aspects, seeming surprised when he sees Shadow carrying Sirius.
"...uh...hey."
Sirius gives Orion a sheepish, canine grin, poking his tongue slightly out from his muzzle.
"...hi, big brother..."
Stela rolls her eyes, though she shoots Sirius a quick, subtle smirk, causing him to wag his tail.
Notably, as Daimion hands the man a towel and he dries off, a smell slowly, subtly becomes apparent...the unmistakable scent of wet dog.
Once the man has himself cleaned up, he climbs out of his chair, and shakes the remaining sleep and moisture from his head before rubbing his left eye, pausing for a moment to trace the deep scars around it with his fingers, seemingly unconsciously, before catching himself and grimacing, lowering his hand.
"Sorry, nervous habit."
He glances back at the Asgardians, and gives Sylvie a slight smirk, though there's a hint of...sadness in his tone, and the smirk seems somewhat forced.
"Ah, nothing I haven't dreamed about before...bittersweet, at the very least."
He then clears his throat.
"Now, uh, I believe introductions're in order. It seems you've met Daimion..."
He glances at Sirius and Anya, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.
"...as well as Anya and Sirius..."
He then motions to the other two cubs.
"...but these are Orion and Stela."
Shadow tilts his head.
"Yeah, Daimion just told us that much. And the cubs ended up introducing themselves."
The man stiffens, shaking his head.
"I...have no idea what you're talking about."
Sirius gives the man a sheepish smile.
"...they know."
The man sighs, and nods.
"...alright, then, fine."
He points at Thor first.
"Now, it looks like you're Thor..."
Then to Loki.
"...Loki..."
Then to Sylvie.
"...and another Loki, as a woman, which honestly isn't too out of character from what I've seen..."
Then to Weber.
"...some kind of Devil or Demon, possibly..."
And then to the Aspects.
"...and I have no idea what you two are. Elementals?"
Shadow smirks.
"Something like that."
Neodyme nods.
"It would be slightly more accurate to call us Astral Deities."
The man blinks.
"...huh."
He turns a hesitant look to Loki.
"Now...if this is about, uh, your son,
I want you to know 'Fenrir Silver-Claw' is only a nom de guerre for my line of work, and it wasn't even my idea. A friend suggested it to me. I mean no disrespect, and I'd be quite happy to go about using my own given name again, honestly. I could use a change of pace."
Jorrvaskr
"Oh, I'm fine. Simply... observing." , he smirks.
Of course Weber could even make genuine cooperation feel eerie.
"Besides, we're not exactly the subject of this conversation anyway."
And he's right about that, at least until the man requests some introductions.
"I'm Weber~" , he says. "A magician."
...
...
...
Weber looks at Loki.
"Wait you have a child? And he's a wolf?" , he asks, sounding genuinely surprised for once. No trollish undertones or anything, he's actually caught off guard by the notion.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Thor smiles.
"I look forward to hearing it."
"Her name is Roxanne. She's a wolf like you albeit more of an automaton," Loki explains. "Make no mistake, though, she undoubtedly has a personality as well as emotions."
"That would make such a celebration difficult, wouldn't it? Still, if he ends up changing his mind, I could drop off some Asgardian mead and ale for the occasion," Sylvie replies.
-
Loki raises an eyebrow at both the older man and Weber.
"Well, I don't recall having any children. I certainly never gave birth to a six-legged horse while disguised as a bloody mare. Allfathers, that story is so damn bizarre... Ah, but I digress," he says. "Don't stop going by that name on my account. By all means, use it to your heart's content."
"My name's Sylvie, actually. Did you know there's a Loki who's an alligator? Or maybe he's disguised as an alligator for reasons that only make sense to him," Sylvie says.
"I see you have quite a few wolves," Thor says.
Jorrvaskr
Shadow gives Weber a slight smirk.
"Why do I expect this from you?"
Neodyme shifts their glance to Shadow.
"...I would imagine you have gotten more used to his...eccentricities...than I have."
Daimion flashes Thor a smile in return, and Anya and Sirius both exchange an excited look.
"Wow...that sounds so cool!"
"I'd love to meet her sometime, but...we'd have to ask, and we don't really get out much unless it's for business."
Daimion gives Sylvie a dry smile.
"Don't let him hear that, or he just might take you up on that offer...mm, mead of the Gods...would be a bit of a step up from what we have now, but seeing as my mentor brews his own, it has sentimental qualities to it. A good friend taught him the process, you see."
He glances at Sirius, still carrying his bear while being held in Shadow's arms.
"The same friend who made that bear, actually."
-
'Fenrir' raises his hands, shaking his head.
"No, I meant it when I said I was ready to start operating under my own name again. I'm tired of running from my past anyway. Tired of many things, actually, but I'm sure you didn't come to hear an old drunkard ramble about the better days."
He bows respectfully to the group.
"My real name is Isengrim Heath-Stalker."
He takes on a serious look.
"Now, I want you to know, I'm trusting you with that. I'm sure you're aware of how much power names can hold."
He then quirks an eyebrow, smirking to Thor.
"...that I do, if four is quite a few. And I must say..."
He glances about the gathered group, smiling warmly.
"...wouldn't trade them for the world."
His smile then shifts, becoming contemplative.
"...say, here's something."
He gives Loki a thoughtful look.
"I want to apologize for that question. Clearly the Asgardian Gods from back where we come from aren't the same as you, but then again, in this place, what is? Anyhow...I want to know. When you lot look at me...what do you see? If you really focus, what stands out to you? There're no wrong answers."
Daimion sighs, shaking his head.
"Ah, this routine again..."
The cubs exchange a knowing smirk.
Edited by SacredSpirit123 on Jul 1st 2025 at 7:59:09 AM
"Life isn't a fairytale. There isn't always a 'Happily Ever After' waiting for you at the end of the road." ~ Isengrim Heath-StalkerJorrvaskr
Weber immediately seems to be paying much closer attention the instant Isengrim mentions the power a true name can hold. He actually looks serious now, and that reaction alone solidifies that it's the truth.
He then glances at Loki, awaiting his response to Isengrim's question.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Jul 1st 2025 at 3:03:32 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.UTOPIA CLOWN TOWN
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- Split-Up Trio
Honey’s De-Bar-ture
Upon Waller arriving, Honey will pack up her guitar and hops on the car, either unaware or just doesn’t care that it flies.
She will also be among the first to answer Waller’s question about what happened in the room, though in a way that at first glance seems more like muttering to herself.
|Honey|
“We sat down, then he suddenly said something about saboteurs, pointed a giant gun at Olivia, and coaxed us into drinking poison.”
Kass’s Fun-derwater
As soon as the group catches up with Jason, water is getting sucked into the vault at rapid pace, so strong that even the amphibious Kass is using a lot of muscle force to maintain her position and to not get slammed by anything else getting sucked in.
|Kass|
[There’s this folktale about eight immortals each using their own means to handle crossing raging tides. Hang in there!]
TRICK: EIGHT TAOIST IMMORTALS CROSSING THE SEA
A Trick that lasts just long enough for the water to fully drain, which increases manoeuvrability on and within water, helping the group swim around the countless objects sucked into the vortex and not getting sucked in themselves.
Once the water fully drains and the group enters the vault, Kass will float on the giant puddle and act like a surfboard for one person around her size to carry them to the main vault.
Kass doesn’t really make an expression upon witnessing the Godbuster, but her blank expression now has a tinge of confusion and awe as to what the Godbuster even is.
”Pyra”’s Chase in the Bowels
“Pyra” and the Bros are still flying down the hallway, and still offering the extra space on both of their escape methods to anyone not staying back to fight either of the… things. They’re moving at such a speed where turning around isn’t too practical. Oh well.
Inventory
- Multi-Range Electrocane
- 50x slingshot ammunition
- Quake Spear
Tools:
- Holo-Apples
- Backup Command Blocks
- Acoustic Guitar
- Portable Multicooker
- Cellphone for communication
- 1x roll of partially used duct tape
- 5m of nylon rope
Support:
- 4x Medium Heal
- Trick Recharger x2
Personal Skill:
- Echolocation
- Hand Shocker
- Orihime and Hikoboshi
- Moonrise Hammer [IN USE]
Tools:
- Victoria to use SONG Drives
- Wristwatch that Lily hides in
- Cellphone for communication (has Ui)
Support:
- Summon Ravenos
- Summon Coalin
- Trick Recharger x2
Personal Skills:
- “Pyra” Blast
- Smokescreen Generation
- Azure Cloth Blade
- Coated Trident
Tools:
- Combat Tengu Fans
- Cellphone for communication
Support:
- 5x Mason jars filled with an unknown acid (may also contain a figurine)
- Trick Recharger x1
Personal Skills:
- Scald Cannon (a kettle that can turn into a rocket launcher)
Tools:
- Corey’s Fingers x9
- Sound Condensing Solution
- A camping stove
Support:
Songs:
- Make It! (Usable/Recharging)
- Agent Yoru o Yuku
- Snow Halation
Active Assorted Effects
Du-Du-Wa-Do-It, Arena KatsudouUTOPIA
Bar
Partypooper.
The couple of Machín and Wendy follows the group into the flying car.
Hey, hey, hey. Not so fast, Honey. We should start from the beginning.
Alright, then. Everything started when I was born. It was a cloudy day...
NOT THAT BEGINNING, WENDY!
Well, well, well... When we arrived to the bar, we gave our weapons to a weird guy, and then we dazzled the people at the dancing floor! Those two guys in suits are pretty good dancers.
Well, we did that to lure Orochi to leave us enter their meeting. Those weapons Wendy said, they were for a rebellion, or something.
After that, as Honey said, that guy in armor, Stark, wanted us to drink a poisoned drink, or else, he would shoot that poor girl and her dog. Tony, that annoying guy in orange suit, drank it, but since he is a ghost (long story), it hadn't effect on him. We just pretended to drink.
And then, the battle happened. Of course, we kicked asses as usual, but Tony "sacrificed" himself to save Wendy. He's OK, but he's out at the moment.
In this moment, Wendy's mirror vibrates, because it received a photo from Queca.
By my red nose! Would you look at this?
She shows the mirror to Weller, showing them...*
Prison
Gonzalete teleports with Miquella's group, and shortly after, his mirror also vibrates. He looks at it, and...*
Facility
To avoid being sucked by the vault, Queca spins yet again, and with help of Kass' trick, she manages to resist, and even her spinning deflects some of the objects that hit her.
After the water got drained, she follows the group towards... *The Godbuster™.
Holy mother of clauns! What's this!?
She takes a photo of the weapon, using the mirror itself as a camera, and sends it to Tony, Wendy and Gonzalete. That photo is what Wendy shows to Weller. After this, she calls Tony.
Pataclaun house
Tony was taking a bath in the house baththub, relaxed, and even playing with a rubber duck, when his mirror vibrates. He answers the call.
What's up, Queca? Did everything went well?
I don't have time for your "politeness". I sent you, Wendy and Gonzalete a photo.
He looks at the photo. The heck is this, chochera?
Dunno, but I need you with me ASAP.
Queca, please calm down! Remember we are just friends!
Not THAT way, Tony! Or I'll just teleport here right now!
Don't worry, sewage whale. Just give me until next round and I'll be there. Chau! *Click*
Edited by BombonBombin on Jul 1st 2025 at 10:58:03 AM
Three freaking ghosts!Jorrvaskr
Isengrim addresses Thor first, smiling.
"Well, I'm truly honored to hear that, but that's only scratching the surface."
He then gives Sylvie a knowing look.
"So you've noticed, eh? You'd be surprised how many people seem to completely overlook that little detail. It's far from the only visual subtlety I carry with me, I assure you."
And then Loki gives his guess, causing Isengrim to pause, before giving him a decidedly wolfish grin
◊, flashing a set of sharp, canine teeth and brushing back a lock of hair to reveal an elongated elfin ear, pointing at it.
"Ah, you're so close, and yet…"
Shadow suddenly clicks his tongue, and waves his hands, looking curious.
"Waitwaitwait! What if we flipped it around? Y'know…not Wolf-Man, but…Man-Wolf?"
Neodyme looks surprised, glancing at Isengrim, and back to Shadow, who takes on a pensive expression.
"You seem awfully attached to your pack, and when Sirius was excited about meeting my Asgardian friends, he was about to let slip that he thought he and Anya needed to tell their 'P-' before Anya stopped him."
Shadow grins.
"Could it be that he meant to say…Papa…?"
Isengrim and the cubs freeze, looking shocked by this deduction.
—Beat—
Isengrim breaks into another wolfish grin, chuckling mirthfully, and begins to slowly clap.
"Well played…well…"
Before the group's very eyes, the air around him appears to ripple and shift, and he begins to change.
He first assumes a hybrid form
◊, still clapping…
"…played…"
…before shifting into a much larger timber-wolf,
◊ about the size of a horse, eyes glimmering with an otherworldly intelligence.
"…indeed."
Edited by SacredSpirit123 on Jul 2nd 2025 at 11:51:07 AM
"Life isn't a fairytale. There isn't always a 'Happily Ever After' waiting for you at the end of the road." ~ Isengrim Heath-StalkerUTOPIA Bowel
The creature blocking William's way halts him for a moment but thankfully Siffrin makes Misery Cleaver does what it says on the tin. He avoids touching any blood though. More distressingly for him Miquella's starting to get low on morale. He can't help the others out as he's currently trying to regroup with Beelzebub.
"Hey, hey- Healers go through it all the time — it beats the sadism phase that's for sure."
But once regrouped with him (or at the very least far enough from Cruel Striker and the Gaikarmog duel to make what Beel had to say even mildly audible), he would try and patch Miquella up. The divine physiology makes it hard for his usual method to work. There's still some magic he has to deal with...
But gives him the idea of using RCT instead to heal him — ironically his inefficiency and generating it in small quantities vs big quantities is an advantage here. It's a drain on his reserve but in a way that doesn't set off The Wall.
real

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Honey's Post-Bar Brawl Recuperation
With at least one person approving of the idea, Honey finds a chair and adjusts her guitar into a playing position.
[Something less intense after a rather sudden battle, which may or may not have the properties of
White Magic Magic Music.]
Du-Du-Wa-Do-It, Arena Katsudou