A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Verona? Okay jaguar dude, I'll be Gentleman #1, you be Gentleman #2."

Gordon stepped out of the portal, and heard the boots of his H.E.V suit clack on the cobbles. It took him a few moments to identify where he was.

"Rennaissence Italy," he said. "Well, I really shouldn't be suprised that time travel exists, despite the ramifications of such travel through the fabric of time."

He overheard mention of the location. He melded his Gravity Gun into the adhesive plating, and took a step towards the man who was talking to the big blue female robot.

"You say we're in Verona?" he asked. "What year is it?"

"Clearly we are in the past...or possibly we are in the far-flung future of your misbegotten world. I never cared for your fashions, unlike the vain Autobot Tracks."

Ravage turned to Eddie and snarled at him, hackles raised.

edited 20th Oct '10 1:32:14 PM by SullenFrog

"Why, it's the year 1582, my friend!" laughed the merchant.

"You're not with this similarily absent-minded lass, are you?"

Roach stepped through the portal.

"OK, so what's the deal this time?"

Kraft stepped out of the portal and surveyed the location. The wind was slightly chilly, although he was awestruck by the beauty of the place. Looking at the people milling about in a leasurely fashion, it appeared that they had not a care in the world.

Hearing the others, he turned to face them. "'Verona'? So, this is the next challenge..."

Kraft did little more than soak in the sights and sounds as he waited for a response, still somewhat awed by everything. And they say Neo Arcadia's beautiful.

Cirno floated around everyone's head, taking in the sights. "woooooow This place is kind of like Gensokyo. Do you think there are youkai here too? I wonder what the game is this time?" Cirno fluttered around, asking a lot of questions.

Gordon briefly eyed the robot the man had adressed as lass.

So, they can't see us as we are...

Upon hearing the mention of a challenge, Gordon decided to see if there was anything that could function as a challenge.

"Merchant, I'm unused to this area, as I am just passing through. What has been happening in Verona recently?"

Jorge immediately stopped firing when the portal popped up. "A simulation? Hm. I suppose I should feel relieved, then." He stepped up to the portal. "Well, here we go again." The Spartan stepped inside.

His vision went dark, and the Spartan felt like he was falling. It wasn't long until light over took him and he hit the ground close to Hahli's position. He was the last one to come through the portal. "Gagh...! I don't think I'll ever get used to that..."

He stood up and examined the area around him. "...Where are we?"

edited 20th Oct '10 1:38:14 PM by Nimitz

(Double post)

edited 20th Oct '10 1:37:20 PM by Nimitz

Kraft looked at Jorge. "Verona."

-Saren looks about himself, fighting to keep down the urge to bare his fangs; he looks over at Ravage-

By the look of things, none of you had a proper squad-level fight.... Why are none of these gaudy apes reacting to us?

-He activates his omnitool-

What resources does this mudball have on it at the moment?

edited 20th Oct '10 1:40:35 PM by Colonial1.1

"Verona...that's on Earth." The Spartan noticed that the technology here was even more primitive than the tech they saw in Tokyo.

"16th century, Renaissance era...you've got to be joking. We've actually gone back even further in time now, haven't we?"

edited 20th Oct '10 1:41:34 PM by Nimitz

"With none of the reality-shattering problems that real time travel would surely cause," said Gordon.

"So tell me, big guy, what's been going on here before now?" he said, adressing Jorge.

Ravage shot a glance at the arrogant alien, padding slowly over to him.

"What do you know of war, my friend? How many stellar cycles have you lived and fought? Have you seen everything you've ever fought for reduced to ashes, thanks to the interference of a nothing race of lowly primates? Did you have ultimate victory, and your life, snatched from your grasp at the last possible nanoklik?"

The supersoldier looked down at the theoretical physicist. "Yet another one. Alright, here's how it is, mate; we've all been, for lack of a better term, taken from our...worlds," Jorge explained. It was still hard to believe that there was an actual multiverse.

"We cannot escape or confront the ones responsible for this. Now we have to play their little game, completing these challenges, though I have no idea what we're supposed to do here. Anyway, you look friendly enough," The Spartan said, extending a hand. "My official designation is SPARTAN-052, of the United Nations Space Command."

edited 20th Oct '10 1:50:14 PM by Nimitz

Gordon took the Spartan's hand and shook it.

"Dr. Gordon Freeman, of the Black Mesa Research Centre," said Gordon. "So, you say we have some sort of challenge to complete? How did you figure out what you had to do last time?"

The Spartan didn't answer right away. How did they all manage to figure out what to do, exactly?

"Now that you mention it, I...I'm not sure." Jorge rubbed the back of his neck. "The setup was rather simple: two sides fighting each other, but the objective was to rescue this princess and her droids...or maybe just one of the droids. I guess I somehow felt that we needed to do that, like I was being subtly guided."

-a stream of red goes down the Turian's implants, before it settles again-

If your abilities are anything to judge, you had a similar career as mine. As for your other question, yes, I have been cheated. That's why I am going to take the lives of whoever brought me here. I am going to need assistance in that task.

-his gaze shifts around the party, settling on Cirno-

Gordon thought that scenario sound awfully familar.

"You were in Star Wars?" he asked, suprised.

"Wait, I don't speak Italian. How am I understanding that guy?"

edited 20th Oct '10 2:04:20 PM by GabrielGloom

Travis shrugged and went through the portal, before finding himself in an old looking city. He heard the date and the city's name.

"Vernon....that sounds kinda familiar......" Then he remembered this boring old book he was forced to read back in High School. He didn't remember many details from it, but he did happen to remember the city the book took place in.

"....Oh FUCK no!"

Tha jaguar followed Saren's gaze, then growled and moved so that he was obstructing the fairy from the Spectre's view.

"I think not; the little one is mine. But if you require assistance, alien, then I think we can come to an understanding..."

edited 20th Oct '10 2:45:06 PM by SullenFrog

A scuffle broke out in the street- two men grappling with one another, shouting profanities. Immediately, the crowd seemed to be gripped by a mob mentality, and the previously peaceful square erupted in violence. The merchant ducked behind his stall and motioned for the others to follow him.

Cirno blinked at the sudden violence and stared like someone stares at a train wreck. It wasn't until the merchant told them to get behind cove like him did she drop down next to him.