A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"With this data alone, however, I may be able to calcula-" Gordon was cut off when there was a bright flash from the center of the room.

Slowly, a single portal opened up. However, there was something different about this one. The rim of the ovular portal was filled with bright colors and small sparks, while the space within glowed warmly and surprisingly invitingly.

Gordon regarded the portal with surprise.

"Well, looks like another challenge already," he said.

edited 17th Nov '10 12:26:44 PM by AnnoR

"No sense putting it off," muttered Hahli dejectedly, and stepped through the portal to places unknown.

Rey stared at the strange portal, taking a step back.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Gonna start screaming. Definitely. Oh my God I want to go home. Gotta be better than this. An inferno match with Kane, a chokeslam challenge with Khali, whatever, anything is better than this...Dios mio why can't I wake up??"

Craft stepped over to the unfortunate professional wrestler.

"Don't worry... I'm sure we'll find a way out of here."

Ravage padded over to the wrestler, deciding to solve this with far more speed and far less tact.

"Inside, meatsack," he rasped, rearing up to place a paw on Rey's back before shoving him towards the portal.

Gordon stretched.

"Well, newcomers, prepared for your first step into whatever the interdimensional superbeings have planned today."

With that, he headed through the portal.

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-Eddie patted Rey on the back consolingly-

"Trust me, this is normal around here. You'll get used to it."

Kirby was rather emphatic about his recognition of Isaac now. "Boyo! Boy, boyo boy boyo!" <You had those pushy glowing hand things!>

Then he noticed the portal. "Booooyooooo..." <Preeeetttttyyyy collloooourrsss...> The puffball entered into the portal.

Rey let out a nearly involuntary yelp, then a cry of fear as he stumbled through the portal. "I so don't wanna do this!"

edited 17th Nov '10 12:29:15 PM by MystyGlyttyr

-Saren sheathes his scimitar, then steps through the portal-

Ravage padded through the portal after Rey, grinning.

edited 17th Nov '10 12:30:38 PM by SullenFrog

Narumi followed the freaky masked dude that was freaking out.

"Weird." Narumi said as he went in the portal responding to Saren's revival.

"Here we go again." Jorge turned back to the newcomers. "Listen up: be ready for anything, and I mean anything. Try to stay together, we perform better as a group."

He stepped through the portal.

"Oh well. Here goes nothing."

Roach slung his ACR and stepped through the portal.

"Here's hoping this one is interesting..."

-Eddie entered the portal-

Craft sighed in defeat and followed the others.

Deidara stared at the portal for a second before he followed the others into the portal, not sure of what to expect.

Gordon's eyes snapped open.

He was staring directly up at a plaster cieling. As far as he could tell, he was. His glasses were off, his vision was intensely blurry. He could barely make anything out.

Gordon felt incredibly well-rested, like he'd just had the greatest sleep in his life.

This wasn't what I expected.

He realized he was lieing on a bed, under a soft blanket.

What, did the superbeings decide to give us a nice bit of rest?

Gordon sat up awkwardly. He felt... lighter. A little bit smaller, maybe. He wasn't wearing the H.E.V suit, he could tell that much. Gordon felt a little bleary, and he yawned.

"So, what's the deal with this challenge?" he asked to no one in particular.

Then he froze.

That wasn't his voice. That was the voice of a young girl. Definantly not his voice.

"What the fuck?" he said, sitting up and reaching out blindly, trying to reach his glasses. That definantly wasn't his voice.

His hand felt wood, and he found a pair of glasses. Swing them up, he put them on and looked down.

Gordon was greeted with seeing the body of a small teenaged girl clad in pyjamas, who couldn't have been older then seventeen.

He blinked. He reached up, and, sure enough, the girl's hand moved. Gordon couldn't help it, he touched one of two new 'features' on his chest. they were definantly real.

He, or rather she, looked away from her body. There was no real reaction Gordon could think of that would sum up her pure shock and confusion.

''What."

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Hahli rolled over in her bed as she opened her eyes. She was in a house- although it looked nothing like her Ga-Metru apartment. She couldn't quite place it, but something seemed wrong. She reached out a hand to get her balance, and suddenly stared. Her hand was pink and soft, like the hands of some of her friends that she had met.

In a flash, she was at the mirror. She saw a young humang girl, no older than fifteen or so. She was breathing heavily. She reached up and felt her cheeks, pressing them up against her eyes. She blinked- she had never had to do that before.

Where was her mask?

"Oh, Mata Nui..." she moaned, as she desperately searched the room- which was mostly pink and covered with stuffed animals- for anything that resembled her beloved Faxon.

Unable to take any more of this, Hahli bolted outside, still in her nightgown, breathing heavily and trying not to scream.

Ravage knew, as soon as he stepped through the portal, that something was drastically and horrifically wrong.

For one thing, he had been fully awake upon stepping out of the portal, but now felt as though he had just woken up. Furthermore, he could feel some sort of fabric brushing against him—not against his metallic components and the fur of his beast mode, but against skin.

Hairless, naked, putridly organic skin.

The jaguar bolted upright with a start, now fully awake, and noticed that something was wrong with his voice. He paid it little heed, more fixated on the fact that he was clad, to his dismay and disgust, in the flesh of the very humans he despised.

“This can’t be happening,” he moaned, bringing oddly-delicate hands up to his temples and clutching at his skull through thick locks of long, wavy hair—

Wait a nano…unless they were in certain types of bands, human males didn’t cultivate long hair. So what…?

The jaguar’s eyes widened, and he cast his gaze about his surroundings in search of something—anything—that would allow him to see himself. He saw that he was in an untidy and unkempt room, filled with useless human junk and a primitive human television and computer, sitting in a bed whose covers had been flung off in his haste to rise. Finally his gaze landed on a large mirror, and he stared slack-jawed at what he had become.

Gaping back at him was a well-endowed, athletically-built female with dark skin and wavy brown hair which fell to just above her hips. Startled green eyes, their pupils slitted like a cat’s, gazed dumbstruck at him from a face that would be attractive to a human but to his eyes was marred by that fleshy protuberance humans relied upon for their olfactory senses. Her clothes, which hung loosely about her dishevelled frame, left little to the imagination.

Ravage blinked, and so did the human female. He raised a hand, and she followed his movements exactly. He raised it to his mouth, stuck out his index finger, and bit down on it—and she mirrored his pained wince perfectly.

The jaguar sighed in defeat, her eyelids drooping dangerously. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me…"

Deidara's eyes blearily opened up and tried to gain focus. He seemed to be laying in a bedroom somewhere. It wasn't his old one back in the Hidden Stone Village, but similar. There were works of art put up all around. He sat up and brought a hand up to his left eye, noticing that the scope was gone.

He blinked and looked down at his hand, the mouth on it was gone. "The hell, hmm?" Came a female voice. His other hand immediately went to his throat as his eyes widened. He looked down and saw two things that should not be there.

She jumped up and looked for a mirror. While some details like her hair had not changed, Deidara was indeed now a girl. She stood in place, shocked beyond all belief. She started to shake a little before her anger came to a boil.

" MOTHERFUUUUUAARRRGHHHHHHH "

edited 17th Nov '10 12:59:19 PM by Oni-Lord

Kirby yawned as he sat up in his bed. Well, the bed he had woken up in, in any case. He felt a bit different. His stomach wasn't grumbling, he could feel his fingers, his shoes weren't... Waitaminute... He could feel his fingers?!

Kirby jumped out of the bed, noticing that he couldn't float like he used to. He noticed this the hard way, as he fell flat on his back. The pink, but no longer, puffball ran to the mirror and was surprised by what he, or more accurately she, saw.

Kirby had stretched up to over twice her normal height and had lost her round figure. Kirby now appeared as a slightly short, thin fourteen year old human girl. Her sleeping hat was still on top of her short pink hair, the hat resembling what Kirby looked like after eating a sleeping foe. Her matching pyjamas showed that [[Pettanko most guys wouldn't be running after her anytime soon...]]

"Well this is odd, boyo..." 'Kelby' mused.

edited 17th Nov '10 1:03:30 PM by EviIPaladin

As Jorge regained consciousness, he felt himself on a soft, comfortable surface.

A bed?

The Spartan sat up and examined his surroundings. This wasn't the room he stayed in between challenges. He slid out of bed, and that's when he realized that he wasn't wearing his armor. He looked down at himself, and his eyes widened upon seeing himself dressed in pajamas...and breasts.

"Oh god."

Jorge gasped and placed his hands to his mouth. That wasn't his voice. He sounded like a girl in her late teens.

"Oh god..."

No. No, this isn't what I think it is.

He walked up to a mirror. It was.

"..."

Jorge stared at the mirror for several seconds.

"......OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!"

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-From a house along the way comes a spectacularly loud, furious, and horrified shriek-

Rey murmured a bit, then his eyes shot open, and he gasped and sat up quickly, looking around frantically before realizing he was sitting in bed, apparently having just woken up. "Oh...oh thank God, it was just a dream after all..." He chuckled a little...then hesitated when he realized he felt...different. He frowned, looking around a little more carefully.

Since when was his bedroom pink and covered with posters of guys and ponies?

Rey grunted, moving to get to his feet, and nearly fell on his face in his rush to get up, gasping a little. He felt weirdly off-balance, as though something was wrong with his movements, like he didn't have his usual bulk. He felt completely-

He caught sight of a mirror on a small dresser in front of him...but unlike every other mirror he'd ever seen before, this time, there was what looked like a 13-year-old girl, with mussed shoulder-length black hair pulled back in low, messy pigtails, wearing a set of striped pink pajamas with little kittens all over them.

"Oh...my...GOD!"