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ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#397826: Jul 24th 2025 at 9:41:38 PM

The Rhino howled furiously, pushing the Spider-Man away as he lurched from the Maxx and held his bleeding side, checking his red-tinted hand before shaping it again into a fist. "Purple little hui s’gory! I crush you too, then!" He pounded his armored gauntlets together as between both titans landed the Spider-Man, gesturing to the Maxx.

"And in the purple corner, an unexpected new arrival! Alright, gentlemen, I want a good, clean fight! No property damage! Get ready to rrrrrr—" A boot thrust his way forced the vigilante into a dodge, kicking off onto a streetlight. "—umble! Come on, you couldn’t have let me finish?" But the Rhino was too busy with throwing a punch at the Maxx to respond to his quips — not that he would’ve anyways.

With great power…you know the rest.
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#397827: Jul 24th 2025 at 9:51:35 PM

Denji you Charmer

The blonde man's explanation of a sitcom was so... plainly simple it looped back around to utterly alien.

"That's... right let's watch it."

As she changed the channels looking for Friends, it brought back memories of being in the pub with James. Oh those were good times...

...except the barfights. The network, at the time called STAN, reran Cheers, The Chaser, and Friends everyday. Everyone got giddy during Cheers, sour but attentive during Back Berner, and...

Not really interested in Friends.

Friends was the backdrop to the day's routine discussions.

"...Hey Denji, if you were to be the main star in a TV series... What'd ya want to be? I think I'd prefer... Dunno... I don't think I'd do well in a anime..."


The New Yorkers

Despite the Maxx's bulk, he was surprisingly not as heavy as the Rhino, and went sailing from that one punch, immediately crashing through a man's KRGT-1 bike. But despite this, he immediately jumped up, taking out a handle from his shoulder as he dropped it to the ground-

"Blood. The lifesap of fauna beasts, leaking from my hands. But how much of it will be mine, or his in the end. Is this what is meant for us street rats-"

He was... monologuing. Outloud. But jumping from the wall he had tumbled into, The Maxx soared forward and collided with the Rhino's head. Fighting more like a mad hare, he took his massive feet and began to kick over and over again at the Rhino's jaw.

If the Rhino's tried to grab him, the Maxx would begin to slide upward at the arm grabbing him, moving his fisticlaws surprisingly swiftly.

Awawa
Arachnos (4 Score & 7 Years Ago) Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
#397828: Jul 24th 2025 at 9:57:15 PM

Previous

The dark-coated unicorn sighs. "I don't want to make penitence into a competition, nor dismiss Konngara's genuine efforts to be better simply because I have been at it longer, but I also recognize that we are in no position to bargain with the powers that be..."

Konngara chuckles bitterly. "No, I'm afraid the judge is right on that one. You, a former king, should know full well that sometimes justice does involve assigning numbers to things. That is, after all, how sentencing works. And the whole reason why we're all here is because we stood in the way of someone who believes there is only 'guilty' and 'innocent' without countless degrees of guilt and innocence in-between. There's no need to sugarcoat things to make me feel better."

"I... I'm just not sure I can do this alone," Sombra admits. "I'm not sure I can even trust myself anymore. The last time people relied on me to make the right call, I..."

"...you saved your world," Konngara finishes for him. "Unintended consequences aside, no one can take that away from you. And it's certainly more than anyone can say for me. Trust me, I don't want to leave you this burden any more than you want to carry it, but a friend made it clear to me that true honor isn't always about what we want."

She hands Morpho Knight's sword to Sombra, which the unicorn takes with a magic grip.

"Promise that if you do encounter hostility, you will come straight back here."

"I promise," Sombra answers, nodding.

ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#397829: Jul 24th 2025 at 9:58:54 PM

"Vah!" Howling in surprise, the bike’s rider was suddenly plucked from his seat a moment before the Maxx hit it, left on a fire escape as the fight continued below.

The armored madman did indeed try to grab his attacker with one hand, the other protecting his jaw. Yet when he saw the Maxx moving in so quickly, he changed strategy — instead trying to smash his head into the incredible bulk’s.

With great power…you know the rest.
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#397830: Jul 24th 2025 at 10:04:22 PM

The New Yorkers

There was an audible crack from being headbutted, as The Maxx let go, slumping down briefly. Blood pulled from the spot he was struck, as Maxx initially looked like he was going to dip into unconsciousness.

As he fell forward, the fight looking like it hit an anticlimactic note-

The Maxx shot forward and grabbed both his claws into the pubic area of the Rhino, sudden sharp jabs that he than rolled out of the way of any incoming fight.

"You... you endanger the people right? Not everyone gets a good ending... but that's why I'm here...."

He looked to Spidermam confused, scratching his forehead.

"...Why do you have six eyes?"

Awawa
IchigoMontoya (Don’t ask) Relationship Status: Not caught up in your love affair
#397831: Jul 24th 2025 at 10:16:08 PM

"I suspect almost everyone here has been having a rough day. This feast and mead is a long overdue reprieve," Thor says.

Sylvie scratches Stela behind the ears.

"I'm just trying to do better, but... thanks."

Loki stares at Shadow as though he'd just uttered complete and utter nonsense.

"...What."

-

"Do they honestly have so little faith in whoever's fighting to stop Miquella?" Thor asks.

"My, that seems rather... excessive," Loki says.

"They haven't even bothered seeing how everyone who's dealing with Miquella is doing first?" Sylvie chimes in.

Edited by IchigoMontoya on Jul 24th 2025 at 10:22:20 AM

ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#397832: Jul 24th 2025 at 10:22:51 PM

A foe, easily vanquished. He thought to himself: it worked! The treatment worked! Aleksei approached and raised both hands, prepared to finish this. The Spider-Man’s webs hissed from his wrist, but he wouldn’t be needed; this Maxx was tougher than he looked. As claws flashed through the air, the Rhino pulled back, valuing his masculinity over an easy victory — though he lost part of both in the undignified sound that escaped his lips as he scurried out of range, regrouping with his ego on the other side of the street.

"You alright?" Spider-Man perched on the side of the building nearest to the Maxx, before squinting at the enigma’s own question. "six eyes, what? WATCH OUT!" The Rhino had returned, and with a car in his grasp. As he swung the motor vehicle at the Maxx, holding it by the trunk, Spider-Man veered into action. Trusting the Purple Guy to handle himself, he handled the civilians in the car: diving through the window, grabbing the woman and child within in the front seat, and kicking through the door — all in one fluid motion as the car swung through the air.

With great power…you know the rest.
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#397833: Jul 24th 2025 at 10:34:35 PM

The New Yorkers

"In this moment I'm intact."

Despite his outloud ramblings, he didn't sound particularly kind. Like a man who was constantly pissed off and tired. But after being given the warning his eyes widened and his strange toothy grimace on his mask formed into a deeper frown.

Lunging from the impact site of the car, he quickly jumped onto the wreckage-

The Outback

Rhino Knight was strong. He wore the skin of a proud animal. Beast and Valor had become Man and Pride. Bearing no tools but his fist, the Rhino Knight wished to take his fate into his hands.

Me too dude. And you're getting closer to it. Just don't think it's the fate you want.

Grabbing a shell of a Thunderbeetle corpse thrown at him, he jumped off the expired insect and lunged at the Rhino Knight!


The force used to strike him wad tremendous, The Maxx's strength being realized as the crumpled car door careened into Aleksei's cheek with an audible, rippling clap of metal against flesh.

Awawa
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#397834: Jul 24th 2025 at 10:47:05 PM

The suit provided no view of his eyes, which had surely widened as the car was smashed in his hands, but the slackness of his jaw as a shard of the door flew back and sliced up his cheek. His open mouth formed into a howl. Abandoning all reck, the Rhino lunged for the Maxx with both hands clapping shut at his head, aiming to end this one way or another.

With great power…you know the rest.
ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#397835: Jul 25th 2025 at 8:06:11 AM

The New Yorkers

Not wanting his head caved in, The Maxx growled and began to show an impressive feat of his own-

Crackhead Hysterical Strength.

Pressing his hands against Aleksei's own, The Maxx was pressed further into the pavement, keeping his head from being pressed into.

Which was, quite the conundrum given that other than hearing his own head ringing, there was the sensation of the pavements literally crumbling and tearing behind him, small jagged pieces cutting against his suit. The sound of stone grinding against stone beneath the soles of Maxx was driving him mad, and in a strange act of desperation, he raised up a leg to kick The Rhino in the gut and away from him.

Awawa
KrampusTheTherapist Filia, Final Lucifer. from A Galaxy Far, Far Away (Fifth Year at Tropey's) Relationship Status: A cockroach, nothing can kill it.
Filia, Final Lucifer.
#397836: Jul 25th 2025 at 10:27:56 AM

Onyxis Dread Seed Facility – Level 1

The ruined corridor hummed with residual heat from the dying lightsabers, the scent of scorched metal mingling with ozone. Half-melted durasteel plates glowed faintly where Yunei’s awkward slash had kissed the wall, droplets of molten slag clinging like tears to the gash. Scorch marks from the fallen Sith littered the floor—black streaks of violence written across the steel like angry calligraphy.

Red emergency strips along the wall flickered erratically, sputtering from disrupted power conduits deeper in the facility. Panels sparked, and a low droning klaxon sounded in the distance—some silent alarm finally noticing the breach far too late.

The blast door at the end of the corridor had buckled inward, partially pried open by something strong and crude—maybe one of the Sith before their death, or perhaps whatever came through earlier. It gave just enough space to squeeze past, and beyond it, the service elevator stood idle. Blood smeared the floor in erratic swaths, dragged rather than spilled, and a boot sat alone in the corner. No foot inside. Just the boot.

As the group stepped into the elevator and the doors sealed shut behind them, a faint hiss of depressurization escaped—then silence. The floor shuddered beneath them as ancient machinery groaned to life.

The walls inside the lift were blackened chrome, covered in etched scratch marks—tallies, perhaps. Numbers. Symbols. Some in Sith script. Some in something... older. Others were burned in, not carved—seared with energy blades or worse.

Then came the descent.

The elevator lurched downward, repulsorlifts whining in protest as the cab slid into the black. A dim red light overhead pulsed faintly, casting the party in shadow. There were no sounds now but the echo of motion and the distant screech of metal against metal from far below.

Then, faintly—motion sensor lights flickered in the corners.

And something far off—shrieked.

Mechanical. Organic. Neither.

Then silence again.

And then…

DING.

The doors parted.

Onyxis Dread Seed Facility – Level 2

A rush of stagnant, putrid air surged into the lift like breath from a necrotic lung. The corridor before them stretched long and low, smothered in shadow. Only one flickering strip of lighting struggled to function overhead—stuttering like a dying heartbeat, casting elongated shadows that jittered with every pulse. The remaining lights had been overtaken.

The Dread Seed corruption clung to the durasteel like rot given purpose—black tendrils like burnt sinew, webbed across walls in diseased gray filaments, pulsing with a diabolic red glow. It had burst through floor seams and panel joints, eating away at the facility’s structure like mold made of hate.

Just outside the elevator, the first ring of carnage awaited.

A lone Sith Warrior had fallen mid-swing—bisected vertically with such surgical precision that his remains had slumped into perfect halves against either wall. His organs were neatly cauterized; the scent of seared marrow lingered. His saber had tumbled between his legs, still active, humming quietly in death.

Four Imperials had joined him in oblivion. One had a blaster bolt driven back through his skull, helmet fractured inward like a crushed tin. Another was cleaved from hip to shoulder, splayed open like butchered meat. A third lay folded over the security railing, spine liquefied by a saber strike. The fourth had no visible wound at all—save for a neck twisted so violently around it looked backward.

Blood smeared the walls in jagged bursts. Boot trails led nowhere. The lighting flickered again—once—and went dimmer.

But the true slaughter lay ahead.

At the far end of the corridor, near the final bulkhead, a wider junction opened, and with it, a tableau of devastation.

A trio of Sith Warriors had stood there.

Now, they were sculpture.

The first had been cut clean across the midsection, torso sliding just off his hips, his saber still clutched in fingers that no longer moved. The second had been nailed to the wall, impaled through the chest by a saber not his own—his own blade sputtering dimly beneath him as if ashamed. The third had died fleeing—his head severed at the jawline, the top half absent, the rest kneeling in permanent surrender.

Half a dozen Imperials sprawled around them in postures of panic and agony. One had been flung face-first into a command terminal, embedded up to the neck. Another was nearly bisected from behind, spine split and char bubbling. Two had burned until their armor fused into their bodies. One more had been pinned to the ceiling—somehow—his lifeless frame twitching against a ventilation grate.

The corruption here pulsed brighter—more alive, as though fed by the violence. The durasteel beneath the corpses had bulged, like it resented holding the dead. The floor plating buckled under the pressure of unnatural veins weaving through the substructure, some splitting open to weep a dark ichor that hissed when it touched air.

At the far wall, where the final bulkhead had once stood, the exit door had been melted open—a perfect saber-wound that had sheared through both locking mechanism and reinforced alloy like paper. Its edges glowed faintly, metal weeping downward like the wax of a dying candle.

Onyxis Dread Seed Facility - Level 4

The air hadn’t moved since Thorn crushed the pod shut.

What little vapor still curled from the ruined sarcophagus was thin now—like steam exhaled by a dying beast. Crumpled durasteel groaned softly in protest as it cooled. The room had not been silent during the battle, but in its aftermath… it had become hollow. Not the emptiness of peace, but the vacuum left behind when two uncontainable forces extinguish all lesser sound.

The walls, though newly forged less than a cycle ago, now bore the imprint of something far older.

Cracks spiderwebbed across pristine alloy, not from neglect, but pressure—ideological, spiritual. The Dread Seed had not merely infected the facility. It had co-opted it. Turned Level 4 from a containment site into a temple. Its temple.

In the far corner of the chamber, one pod still burned like a dying coal, half-dissolved by stray lightning. Its metal had warped open like petals of a flower scorched mid-bloom. Inside, the skeleton of what had once been human—or close to it—still smoked.

Overhead, one of the repulsor duct panels dangled by a single tether, swinging gently as if stirred by breath unseen. Faint red light pulsed behind it—not emergency lighting, but the internal glow of the infection’s veins, throbbing ever so slightly, as though acknowledging the conclusion of a rite.

Across the room, Thorn’s drag-mark from the containment pod still scored the floor—a bloody, smeared line that led to the chamber’s exit, where the shadows loomed differently now.

No longer passive.

Something had changed.

The Dread Seed’s influence, once reactive, had grown… attentive. Where before the walls only pulsed faintly with ambient decay, now they responded—to motion, to heat, to power. One tendril of black-red growth had visibly thickened near the exit panel, like a tumor bulging toward a warm source. The newly opened passage sloped sharply down into shadow—not sealed, not locked, not broken.

It was waiting.

A gentle vibration tickled the soles of one’s feet. Not an earthquake. Not a structural failure.

A heartbeat.

Not Thorn’s. Not the facility’s. But something further. Beneath.

The fog had not cleared—only settled.

Streaks of blood still glistened beneath it. And shards of transparisteel continued to float, imperceptibly, orbiting around the core impact site from earlier, trapped in the residue of Force energy too dense to dissipate fully.

This place would never be clean again.

Not even if Thorn lived through what came next.

Not even if she buried this place in fire.

Onyxis Dread Seed Facility - Entrance

The battle turned the moment Ri CO moved.

Her feet touched down and jets hissed backward. Holographic runes burst into movement beneath her hand—untyped, unseen but understood. She gestured once. Lines of alien code surged outward like electric veins. The shield emitters shrieked.

Then—collapse.

The barriers holding the mounted turrets in shimmering protection dropped like guillotines. No fanfare. No warning. Only the sharp sting of failing circuits and a visible flicker in the corridor's ambient power flow as GEMINI’s first line of defense fell offline.

GEMINI SYSTEM NOTICE: SHIELD NETWORK OVERRIDDEN FAILURE CASCADE INITIATED PRIORITY THREAT: UPLINK SOURCE – DESIGNATION: Resident Hacker LUCKY CONTAINMENT FIELD: DISABLED! WARNING - LEVEL 5

Somewhere behind the wall, a magnetic coil failed with a pop and a snap, and sparks cascaded down one corner of the chamber like a dying rain.

That was all Ben needed.

With the central turret now bare and exposed, his hand lifted—not his saber, but his will. The weapon, still pivoting toward him with the slow hunger of a sentry waking, froze in place mid-rotation. Then—folded.

Crushed inward by invisible fingers, the alloy shrieked, cracked, and caved in like wet cardboard in a furnace. Hydraulic lines split. Oil sprayed against the wall. By the time the targeting lens shattered, the rest of the mount was already dead metal, slumped and twitching.

One down.

Before the second could adjust, the air shimmered with the suggestion of motion where none should be.

Cov’Jiăohuá had already moved—his cloak vanishing into the haze of blaster exhaust and flickering emergency lights. He reappeared only long enough to cleave cleanly through the turret’s bracing from behind. The claws did not spark—they sang, parting metal like chalk under practiced pressure. The turret’s emitter cracked open with a sigh of displaced gas, and its limbs drooped lifelessly.

Then he was gone again. Slipping back toward the elevator as if nothing had ever touched him.

The third turret tried to adapt. Its targeting lens whirled sharply, locking not on Ri CO or Ben—but on the figure hurtling straight toward it, saber in hand.

Lorelai was already in motion, the air hissing past her as she slipped between plasma bolts with ever-narrowing margins. The turret fired again, and again—but now with its siblings down and shielding lost, its fate was sealed. Her saber swept upward in a clean arc, cleaving the weapon apart at its center, smoke and flame belching from the core as it split in two.

The corridor was suddenly silent—but it was not still.

The scorched floor hissed where blasterfire had melted frost. Ceiling-mounted lighting strips flickered wildly overhead, their brightness surging and dimming as the facility recalibrated its expectations. One broken light dangled from its socket, swinging slowly with the weight of failure.

GEMINI's voice returned, but with something new folded into its precision—injured pride.

   “Bravo, Machine. Familiar with GEMINI protocol, I take it.”   

The floor strip lighting pulsed again, this time brighter, the rhythm now unmistakable—a heartbeat. Each pulse echoed faintly in the soles of their feet.

From the far end of the foyer, the elevator hissed.

Its call panel blinked twice, then turned solid green. The doors opened without resistance, revealing a cold, pristine shaft descending into the level below. Fog curled from the base—refrigerated air venting upward as if something deeper had been kept cold… for a reason.

A distant mechanical groan echoed from deep below. Not movement. Awakening. The elevator awaited.

Sheathing his lightsaber, Wrustoiz looked to Lorelai.

   "Well done."   

He says, waving an idle hand toward the elevator, summoning the screeching pod from the depths of Level 2.

   "Ben is right, time is of the essence. Press forward, and swiftly."   

Wrustoiz commands, marching into the elevator.

ArbiterOfTheBog Parasmagate from The Mortal Realms Since: Feb, 2022 Relationship Status: Cast away
Parasmagate
#397837: Jul 25th 2025 at 11:07:22 AM

The Mad

Cov'Jiăohuá could see what the others were going through. Strange, pseudo-organic growths, commanding the facility as a cancer cell does to compromised tissues. Pulsing, breathing, a facsimile of life. Knowing only to take. It didn't like that this... advanced lightsaber wielder.

What strange weapons, and what strange dichomtomies that didfered from the young boy... the mad woman....

And her...

As soon as Wrustoiz lifted the elevator Cov'Jiăohuá would enter in a stealthy manner, slowly crawling like a cicada as his cloaking technology made sure not even a shadow was visible.

He would listen... and wait.

Awawa
IchigoMontoya (Don’t ask) Relationship Status: Not caught up in your love affair
#397838: Jul 25th 2025 at 11:56:23 AM

With the turrets dispatched, Ben switches off his lightsaber and clips it to his belt. As soon as the elevator arrives, he promptly heads through the doors before taking out his commlink.

"The entrance is secure. Hurry up and get down here, Warrick. The sooner we deal with this Seed, the better."

shroobot3000 Witch of Scarlet Dreams from Behind you Since: Apr, 2014 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Witch of Scarlet Dreams
#397839: Jul 25th 2025 at 12:14:13 PM

Hammer of Justice

Dodge, dodge and dodge. The diagonal hits got him at first but he once again adjusted to them quickly. Gerson would be realizing (if he hadn't already) he really does live up to that whole learning machine thing.

"No." Carth replied plainly. "I had been analyzing the other and found it... illogical."

Gerson may recall he was reading the Hungry Hungry Caterpillar, as Carth sparks electricity in his fists before firing a lightning blast at him!


The Delayed Ezcape

Deux as asked opts to help with the turrets, namely throwing her beam saber at one and cleaving it in twain as Mal does the same with his axe. Dhorsig redirects another meaning only one is fully focused on blasting Mal. Which Ez ends up blasting as well, in addition to Delta-R's blaster arm.

Deux feels... reasonably okay. This wasn't her Psycho and not even a Psycommu unit, even if it had this esoteric motion control system. So she felt... incomplete for lack of a better term. Not naked, she only felt like that outside mobile suits in general. It was like wearing a stuffy dress instead of one's favorite clothes.

She could live with it, especially since after this she'd no doubt be able to go back to... She trailed off as she stared at the lights surrounding Ez, recognizing them quite well.

And not feeling pleased to see them around someone else instead of herself.

"The sparkling lights..." she mumbled, the Burning Gundam's eyes flashing ominously.

Right as Little Guy smashed Delta-R (who failed to retaliate in time due to losing an arm and an eye) into a wall, causing her faceplate to crumple inwards and spilling green energon around.

They didn't have much time to dwell on this though or inspect her body as either Maul or Domon would probably tell them the EF are arriving at the front door.

Oh and Deux fucking tackles Ez, punching the other Gundam in the face repeatedly.

"GIVE IT BACK TO ME!" she demanded over comms, expression inside the cockpit frenzied. "THE KIRA-KIRA!"

To make matters worse, two last Quintessons appear to menace them; attacking Mal and Little Guy!

"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#397840: Jul 25th 2025 at 12:33:33 PM

Hammer of Justice

In a twist that may catch Carth off guard, Gerson doesn't try to dodge the lightning. Instead his hammer glows and he bashes it back towards him!

How will Carth respond to this?


Higan

   "I am...more than happy...to stay and rest. Kinda wish the chicken lady was still here, she was cool."   

In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
KiriK The Grey Pilgrim from across time and space Since: Mar, 2015 Relationship Status: Singularity
The Grey Pilgrim
#397841: Jul 25th 2025 at 2:58:57 PM

Higan

Eiki creates a pathway to Heaven for Sombra, just like the one made for the first new Hell the group visited.

"Best of luck to you. I am rooting for you, believe it or not."

Next


Situation IX??? X???

When the foul smoke clears, Perceval is gone. All that remains are glimmering fragments of a crystal, scattered all over the ground.

Marth pauses to catch his breath, looking back and witnessing Perceval's fate. "Perceval...you..."

The Hero-King calms himself. He takes a deep breath, draws his hand along the edge of his sword, and erupts with light.

"I've had enough of dying. No more, I say. Not while I still have a sword to wield."

He shoots forward so fast he becomes a blur, swinging the Falchion with enough force that the slim fencing blade will make an earth-shaking shockwave on impact.

Reyna, meanwhile, is more distressed than her current persona would let on. She's aware of Perceval's death, and as much as she'd like to contribute to destroying Annie's brain, she doesn't have many options that wouldn't also hit everyone around Annie.

She does have six wings now, though. She might as well fly.

Reyna rockets up into the sky, climbing higher and higher until she reaches the clouds.

Edited by KiriK on Jul 31st 2025 at 12:52:44 PM

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
shroobot3000 Witch of Scarlet Dreams from Behind you Since: Apr, 2014 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Witch of Scarlet Dreams
#397842: Jul 25th 2025 at 3:51:06 PM

Hammer of Justice

Carth responds by dodging, not having expected that. He stares at Gerson, seemingly a LOT more interested now.

"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."
Bolded1 Fate, guide me from behind you!!!!!!!! Since: Mar, 2015
Fate, guide me
#397843: Jul 25th 2025 at 4:05:32 PM

THE SWEET EZCAPE

Sweet! Little Guy had taken down Delta-R. Mal then waited as Ez contemplated her, apparently unsure of what to do. She had... well the White Gundam had killed its fair share of Quintessons during the fight. And she relished Delta-R's defeat, but she didn't know if she wanted to really kill her? On one hand, Delta-R living was a net negative for a lot of people. She had repeatedly proven that she was very nasty and mean. And she'd tried to kill her dad and friends but...

... But at the same time, Ez wasn't comfortable with the idea of killing someone. It didn't feel like something that she should do - somewhere within the toddler was the acknowledgement that what she was doing, where she was, what she was seeing weren't right. And she was tired, and hungry, and just wanted to sleep for a day. Or two days. But could she let her get away with it, at the same time? As she slept, would Delta-R be setting up a new facility?

There felt like there was a thread in her that she was under danger of severing. And if she did, something would part. She didn't know what, but she'd miss it. Yet, what worth was a thread, a... metaphorical (she didn't know the word) object against the real suffering that had been done unto her? She wanted revenge, and was right for doing so, but would be bad for getting it? How weird was that?

Why didn't she want to do something so obvious?

Don't. I'll do it. Turn around. Mal said, loading up his suit's shotgun as he aimed it at Delta-R. Ez, content with having her dad do it for her. And then, Deux tackled her, prompting Mal to turn around, looking unto Deux with rage-filled eyes visible beneath his cyclopean visor.

You fucking piece of shit human! Mal spits, before being attacked by the Quintesson, shotgun blast bouncing elsewhere into the facility as he grappled with his new enemy, whom he tried to blast in the middle with his shotgun. Get off me!

Ez, for her part, screamed as the Gundam was pinned and punched. And as its optics cracked, it acted on its own again, this time trying to stab Deux's own mech in the side with the shiv-shield. Then, it would punch catch her other fist, before trying to violently yank it the way of her other fist, attempting to have her punch her own arm off. Regardless of success, the Gundam would let loose with its Vulcan Cannon, trying to get Deux off itself.

Should it succeed, the Gundam would then grab its fists together, lifting its arms up over its right shoulder before swinging them in a horizontal arc to try to send Deux flying. And then, it would raise its hand. And a pressure of a sort would try falling unto Deux, unbearable psychic power trying to pour in like an ocean into a glass of water to get her to stand down.

STOP IT!

Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter
SacredSpirit123 Isengrim Heath-Stalker - Lupine Lawman from Jorrvaskr (Elder Troper) Relationship Status: THIS CONCEPT OF 'WUV' CONFUSES AND INFURIATES US!
Isengrim Heath-Stalker - Lupine Lawman
#397844: Jul 25th 2025 at 5:36:10 PM

Jorrvaskr

Stela gives Sylvie a reassuring look, and leans into her scratches, closing her eyes.

"...Mom would like you. She will like you. I can tell."

Shadow nods to Thor, and then gives Loki a sheepish grin, shrugging.

   "Well, 'ey, I didn't write the myth!"   

Shadow growls, shaking his head.

   "Looks that way...I don't know why they place so little value on worlds that aren't their own, and then immediately turn around and try to nuke one that actually freaks them out, when there are boatloads of innocent people from worlds they don't oversee there..."   

He and Neodyme heave a heavy sigh.

   "We'll be back. Mara and Fate are both heading to Utopia, and I've got a feeling the former's gonna' be more receptive to talking than the latter. Maybe. All I've seen of the guy is punching Odio to dust in one hit, making mincemeat out of Utopia's barrier by poking it while laughing like he'd heard the funniest thing in the world, and then arresting some sort of fake Ninten in the most unsettlingly polite way possible...which is another thing I'm going to have to ask about. Greeeat. You little guys and girls stay with your family and my friends. Make sure you stay safe."   

"Hopefully we will not be long."

Shadow gives Sirius one last hug, and Sirius nuzzles into him.

"You too, Mister Shadow."

Neodyme strokes Anya's head, and Anya nuzzles into them too.

"Be careful, Neo!"

Shadow and Neodyme nod, setting down the cubs, then wave to the group.

   "Seeya'."   

"We should be back soon."

The two teleport out, and the cubs look at where they'd just been, and then to the Asgardians.

"...why would these 'Guardians' decide to destroy a whole world?"

"Shouldn't they be, you know, trying to protect worlds, instead of wrecking them?"

Gateway to Utopia

Shadow and Neodyme appear in a flash, and gaze around for Fate. Upon finding him, the two will teleport to him, levitating beside him, with Shadow's wings extended.

   "Oi, Fate! Can we talk? We caught wind of the Guardians' plan, and we do not like the idea of getting all of the innocents in Utopia killed just to stamp out a few God-tier threats!"   

"The Guardians may take a vow of indifference when it comes to worlds they do not oversee, and I heard that it was only at the very last second that you intervened with Odio, but what makes Utopia different? If everyone there dies, then what will be told to their loved ones in their original worlds? If those worlds are managed by Gods of their own, who will explain to them why their residents were killed in the crossfire?"

Edited by SacredSpirit123 on Jul 25th 2025 at 7:38:00 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-Stalker
IchigoMontoya (Don’t ask) Relationship Status: Not caught up in your love affair
#397845: Jul 25th 2025 at 6:45:21 PM

Sylvie cracks a slight smile.

"I know, but... I think I may need another tankard of mead soon," Loki says.

-

"Either they believe the situation is just that dire, or they don't have faith that those fighting to stop this Miquella and his cohorts will win," Thor says.

"I find this potential lack of faith... disturbing," Loki says. "Wait, what did he say about a false Ninten? Allfathers, I should have lopped that vile thing's bloody head off when I had the chance."

"Well, so much for a reprieve," Sylvie remakes.

ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#397846: Jul 25th 2025 at 7:45:41 PM

     Alt-Arena Act 1, Part 3, Round 9 

Previous

   "Hey, Croque!"    Julia called as Max was handed off to her, handing the unconscious man off to Croque instead.    "Bring him up to, will you?"   

"You’ve got experience with these things?" Edmund asked Kephli as they got moving, their numbers marching deeper into the abyss. "So you know the sort of thing we’re up against. That’s good."

   "Knew I should’ve stuck a tracker on that kid when I had the chance."    Julia murmured, casting an azure luminance over the tunnel walls as she fell into line beside Irina. Meanwhile, Julian surged forward, following after Joshua, who’d taken up vanguard of the group. He walked silently beside the Spartan, doing his level best to keep up.

They advanced. The tunnel around them, previously plagued with sporadic clusters of Infestation, became riddled with it: tumorous growths bloomed against the concrete around them, expanding and contracting with an unsettling lifelikeness. From crack dripped thick pus, like resin. Worst of all were the webs of flesh, stretching across the tunnel as though woven by some spider of nightmare. This was no longer a subway, crafted by the hands of man. They were in the belly of some beast.

"Jesus…" Edmund hissed.

   "All this…and right under our noses?"   

"If this rot has developed here…then it has surely developed elsewhere." Irina noted. "We may have lost this war before it even began."

"You wanna keep doomering, or you wanna get to work?" Julian shoot a sneer backwards at Irina, earning one that was perhaps even worse in response. He shifted his gaze to his sister. "Julia, how much further?"

   "It’s just up ahead. Right there."    Following where she pointed, they saw a maintenance door on the side of the tracks somehow as of yet untouched by the Infestation. The door was locked, but thankfully Joshua was there to smash it right off its hinges. And as it clattered to the ground, they saw beyond it…

Not a hallway. An artery. The walls were red, soft and fleshy, they pulsated with the veins running along them, they were alive. Edmund glanced uncertainly back at the others before marching ahead. He lifted the stock to his cheek, the barrel to the straight path before them. Fluorescent lights buzzed, though were dimmed by the thin membranes growing over them. Some flickered, their power drawn elsewhere, sustaining something unaccounted for. It was impossible to shake the feeling of being watched.

"Scelus says he feels something to our left up here." Jane said. "Untainted life."

Sure enough, to their left was an aperture of rugged muscle and raw tissue pushed together, serving as a doorway into whatever was beyond. "The kid’s behind there."

"But so is whatever they’ve got waiting for us." Julian frowned. "We’ll need a plan before we go in…" He looked at his grandfather. "…right?"

Edited by ISZATSO on Jul 25th 2025 at 10:56:28 AM

With great power…you know the rest.
ISZATSO The Web-Slinger from Queens Since: Apr, 2020 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Web-Slinger
#397847: Jul 25th 2025 at 9:37:20 PM

The Rhino wrestled, though his own sturdiness—enhanced by the exoskeleton bound to his form—was unable to prosper over the Maxx’s own raw power, and he was ultimately sent tumbling back, crashing against the street light that Spider-Man had been watching from. Aleksei dropped, huffing for air. The wall-crawler crawled down to snap his fingers in front of his rogue’s dazed face: "You ready to tap out?"

"be QUIET!" The Rhino’s arm lashed out, missing Spider-Man by mere inches as he somersaulted backwards, landing next to the Maxx.

"Clearly he’s not going for anything short of a KO. You want the honors? I’ve got a thing against killing, but other than that, go wild. Uh…preferably no disfigurement, either. Or mutilation, maiming, mauling…"

With great power…you know the rest.
DevilPsyco from The Underworld (pretty deep down in the ground) Since: Jul, 2014 Relationship Status: In another castle
#397848: Jul 26th 2025 at 12:29:29 AM

Hammer of Justice

Dodging the reflected attack doesn't spawn any stars. Could the stars mean something?

"Gehehe. I know the book you're talkin' about."

"A colorful children's tale detailing how living healthily can help you make the best of yourself."

"I've written similar books to that one before too, gyah hah ha!"

"As for the book I was readin'... it's a novelization of a beloved movie. I think it'd be right up your alley."

"Wanna hear about it?"

This time a glowing hammer starts to slowly descend from above. But spears start coming in fast before the hammer is anywhere close to Carth.

Down, up-left, up-right-

Wait Gerson just seemingly disappeared-

Down, right, down, left-

The hammer will suddenly strike Carth's barrier and shatter it, allowing him to move freely right as Gerson reappears above him and swings down with his own hammer.

Regardless of whether Carth gets hit or dodges, Gerson will near-instantly return to his battle spot.

  • The opponent is waiting expectantly

MERCY: 8%


Gateway to Utopia

The Divine Guardian of Fate doesn't immediately seem to acknowledge them. This doesn't appear to be out of any type of malice because he does eventually turn his head, once towards Shadow, once towards Neodyme.

Shadow may be used to it, but Neodyme may potentially be a little intimidated by how enormous Fate is. This guy is a good bit taller than Botar is, to the point that his hand is large enough to, y'know... completely wrap around a (fake) 16 year old's torso.

... then again, some of Fate's hands are huge and some of them are small. His six arms aren't all the same size. Regardless...

"I'm not sure what plan you mean.", he suddenly says. Shadow and Neodyme may realize Fate doesn't actually know what his siblings have decided since he wasn't at the meeting.

Fate then grins a toothy grin.

"But you should step back for a moment. Something big is incoming. And if it shoots you, it's gonna hurt.", he says, referring to the Godbuster that's being aimed at him at this very moment. A weapon that poses an actual threat to either Aspect, as well as likely Fate himself.

Shadow and Neodyme wouldn't be able to stop the weapon from firing or the beam from reaching Fate, so they'll just have to hope that Fate knows what he's doing holding some kind of fake Ninten (who is much smaller than Fate) in front of himself for protection.

In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
SacredSpirit123 Isengrim Heath-Stalker - Lupine Lawman from Jorrvaskr (Elder Troper) Relationship Status: THIS CONCEPT OF 'WUV' CONFUSES AND INFURIATES US!
Isengrim Heath-Stalker - Lupine Lawman
#397849: Jul 26th 2025 at 5:46:40 AM

Jorrvaskr

Daimion clicks his tongue, moving to fetch another vessel of mead.

"My, I never thought we'd go through this much in a day…", he quietly muses, flashing Loki an amused smirk.

Sirius gazes up at Thor in shock, shaking his head.

"That's terrible! They shouldn't be able to make that decision…what about all the innocent people who live there?"

Daimion returns, and gives Loki a quizzical look, refilling his mead.

"Is this a…Doppelgänger situation? In our world, there are many Shapeshifters, and Doppelgängers are some of the most common, but also the most devious, if you find yourself on opposing sides. There is a Greater subrace of Doppelgänger that can consume the brain of a sapient humanoid, and then perfectly mimic their appearance, mannerisms, skills, and memories, up to the point of that individual's death. One of their only weaknesses is that they can only store so many identities at a time within themselves, causing them to forget their oldest identity if they go over their limit. One would typically see this being used for evil, but some Greater Doppelgängers actually serve as very efficient, if…unorthodox…private investigators, as inheriting the memories of someone who was murdered would no doubt prove very efficient in catching their killer. Though, of course, the way they obtain this information is a taboo few others are willing to cross."

Hrimnir sighs.

"I come here to aid Isengrim and his family in their quest, and I am greeted with conflict after conflict, from Gods trying to subjugate Mortals to more mundane struggles…'Arena' is definitely a fair name for this place, but this ‘Utopia' sounds like it is shaping up to be even worse…"

Edited by SacredSpirit123 on Jul 26th 2025 at 7:48:01 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-Stalker
engie Since: Jan, 2015 Relationship Status: [TOP SECRET]
#397850: Jul 26th 2025 at 7:12:03 AM

UTOPIA PROPER - VERSUS BEELZEBUB - UTOPIA PLOTLINE

Kuveli landed a hell of a number of good hits on Beelzebub while she could, and she's happy with that, though significantly less happy once he finds a way to fight back. His grab interrupted her mid-punch, and while her shields do prevent her from taking a crippling arm injury, the vibrations nonetheless cause her shielding to crack. With no time to let them regenerate, she would have brought her right arm around and just decked Beelzebub again, but he literally beat her to the punch.

As far as warframes go, Yareli models... don't have the best armor. Something built tougher would have handled that, but Kuveli with her lackluster regular armor and altered physiology (sort of?) is rattled badly, staggering backwards with some major problems getting full control of herself. Which means she doesn't get a chance to hold her ground, launched off somewhere else, landing in the streets of Villamortoche and laying there for several seconds before she gingerly gets herself back up.

Her left gauntlet comes off, letting her hold her head and watch what happens. Which gives her ample time to realize she has to book it the hell out of there, the warframe forcing herself back to her feet and sprinting away as fast as she can, barely outpacing the edge of that orb of darkness. It's... not an experience she'd want to repeat anytime soon. Also a bit baffling.

...WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

Kuveli pauses to collect her thoughts once it's safe to do so. She has no idea what Beelzebub's "phase two" can do, she'd rather let someone else be the one to test that all things considered... Which gives her not much of a window to contribute. Not to mention she can feel considerable strain on some important internal components from that brawl she got into. If things cut out at the wrong time, that'd be disaster for her.

...Given lack of better options, she decides to wait for an opportunity. Maybe test whether she can get up to that orb, it's an important target after all... And hey, maybe if someone on the Batman team goes after their orb at the same time, they'll be able to get their goals done regardless of the defenders. It's one hell of a long shot though, and she almost backs down entirely in the face of such near futility...

And then an emerald inferno engulfs the skies.


ATOP THE TREE - BATTLE AGAINST THE DESTINED CONSORT - UTOPIA PLOTLINE

The light and smoke and other general sensory obscuring stuff clears. Zero... is relatively okay. He's clearly taken a few knocks and cuts, including a nasty gash across his chest that'd probably have severed something vital against a more average human, and his innate damage redistribution is taking longer to even things out than usual. But for someone in the line of fire of a drill attack like what Godwyn pulled off? That's much better than expected... on the physical front, at least.

The real damage is psychological. Everyone put a hell of a lot of power into that attack, and while Godwyn came out of it looking quite battlescarred, so did Zero (and probably teammates). Plus now Miquella's joined the fight. And there are so, so many incoming threats on the horizon in the form of that army and the Godbuster, which Zero can seemingly sense going by his tense posture and shift in expression. He half-turns towards his allies, wondering what they might be planning, and if they know of what's coming.

   "...How do we-"   

Being distracted by impending threat seriously undermines Zero's defenses at a crucial moment, one lightspeed axe brute forcing through his heightened durability and biting deep into his shoulder. He doesn't even have a method of retaliation ready, forced to pull back and at most assess what that did to him, then actually bring up conscious defense this time to handle the red lightning and light pillars sent his way. His own red lightning can fight back against its aesthetically identical counterpart to a degree, but the light pillars are a bit too much, one of them punching part way through his defenses, then a followup managing to breach the rest of the way and land a scorching blow on his body directly.

For the first time in the long and tumultuous day of battling he's been through, Zero screams. Pain might be playing into it, it's hard to tell given that even in his base form, his leg getting torn off was just an inconvenience. But there's other aspects definitely in there. Frustration, at how it all seems to be leading up to a loss. Rage, over the whole betrayal thing.

...Despair. An improvisation-based blood knight combatant, coming up with blanks on how to fight? Very bad sign.

Zero's body visibly slumps, the light in his eyes flickering out completely as the aura around him begins to fade. Lightning strikes land against his form, clearly scarring him further, yet he still fails to act. It's not even like he got taken over, despite golden light slowly creeping over his body once more - by all accounts, he just sort of broke at that moment. Yet, as he stands there, he's at least aware of what's going on.

The others are still fighting. Sephiroth's cutting spacetime. Gaikarmog's cooperating with Galvadoll. The Knight's making sword projectiles, Hydraxon's fending off attacks, Zerenis mended his own body to keep fighting, the cyclones are doing team attacks, Super Pamp and Gonzalette are clashing with holograms... All of them are in the fight, and yet he's struggling to keep motivated even if he (thinks he) is arguably stronger than any of them... He exhales quietly.

   "Heh, how about that... That burning I feel. It is shame..."   

And then an emerald inferno engulfs the skies.


SKIES ABOVE UTOPIA - THE FIRE OF RESISTANCE - UTOPIA PLOTLINE

   {Miquella's light has reached far, and taken hold of so many minds, in so many worlds... I've been monitoring quite the number of them. At least, I was, until I lost feed after feed.}   

A man hovers there in defiance of both god and gravity, skin charred pitch black and flesh partly rendered molten from his own fire, body mangled from whatever desperate measures he had to resort to just to stay sane. He doesn't quite speak, but there's still some sort of... thought power, revealing what's on his mind.

   {In many cases, it's terrifying. In almost all cases, it's overwhelming. In every case, it seems almost hopeless to resist. But the way I see it... The worst case scenario happens whether one fails or gives up, so there's no in point giving up. With that in mind, does the exact probability matter?}   

He turns his focus towards the oncoming horde that almost certainly will be going after him the moment they can, and the Godbuster which he... really doesn't know how to react to.

   {Rhetorical question. It doesn't fucking matter. Hell, I'm up here knowing I'm likely getting torn apart in like... a minute from now. But I'm past caring about what I have to suffer through. Continue the fight, no matter how bleak things look, because even impossible things can happen as long as someone's willing to do it. CONTINUE THE FIGHT! EVEN IF IT SEEMS LIKE THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO FIGHT FOR! CONTINUE THE FIGHT! WITH BLADE AND GRIT AND WILL, CARVE YOUR NAMES INTO THE BONES OF THE APOCALYPSE!}   

And then an emerald inferno engulfs the skies.


UTOPIA PROPER - VERSUS BEELZEBUB - UTOPIA PLOTLINE

Suddenly wreathed in emerald flames that aren't her own, Kuveli surges forth at blinding speed in spite of her condition, aiming to deck Beelzebub/Satan in the face as hard as she possibly can. Even if she missed, an explosion rings out right next to him, scattering bits and pieces of fire and fury throughout the area... Synchronizing with the power of the Kuva within her body and carrying it forth in their wake, these particular flames, should they catch onto Beelzebub/Satan, have the potential to ignite the mind itself!

Similar bursts of emerald flame manifest around the area, seemingly looking for fellow fighters of freedom to bond with.


ATOP THE TREE - BATTLE AGAINST THE DESTINED CONSORT - UTOPIA PLOTLINE

Suddenly wreathed in emerald flames that aren't his own, and bolstered by the reawakening of the power he already infused into himself, Zero springs back to life! Whipping out a colossal axe with a wicked grin and wielding it in both hands, the axe engulfing itself with emerald fire in short order, Zero charges forth and smacks aside several runesent light blades, then brings his axe down as hard as he can on Godwyn (while still trying to avoid hitting Miquella, interestingly enough). Should he land that hit, it'd stand a solid chance of repaying the vicious axe would Zero took a moment ago, and even if it misses, the strength and speed he swung that axe at is so great that bits and pieces of terrain SEVERAL MILES AWAY suddenly have a gigantic, perfectly clean scar running through them.

Similar bursts of emerald flame manifest around the area, seemingly looking for fellow fighters of freedom to bond with.

The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.

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