A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Move inside!"

Spriggan shouted, firing a few more burst from the K3 before he boarded the bus.

Link took a seat.

"And I am telling you to shut up."

This comment came in response to the announcement.

He turned to Spriggan.

"Thanks for your assistance back there."

He gestured to the firearm in his hands.

"That's an... interesting weapon you have there. How does it work?"

Kimimaro, having anchored his feet to the floor with chakra to avoid being tossed about, got tired of the Administrator's broadcasts. He walked up to the radio and changed the channel, and a jazzy tune began playing (of course, with the volume low enough for Dr. Langley to be able to focus on driving/piloting their impromptu escape craft). He turned to Dr. Langley.

"Sorry; couldn't take the man's bullshit any longer. So... the desert, right?" He took a seat closest to the front door on the right side.

edited 22nd May '11 9:32:57 PM by DKN117

Jack didn't happen to be seated when the bus took off, but as the edge of the seat behind him hit the back of his knees, he was rather forcibly thrown into one. From there, the most he could do was hang on as they flew away from the madness below. When he heard the announcement over the com system, he shook his head in disgust. Clearly the administrator and his government had not known the true nature of whatever they had stumbled upon in the ruins, but had attempted to make use of it regardless. Evil such as this could not be controlled. Aku was proof enough of that. He prayed that the people of the city were able to escape, at least.

After things settled down a little on the bus, Jack moved up to the front.

"I do not mean to distract you," he said to their pilot, "but while we are traveling, perhaps Doctor Ikari could give us information on what we are dealing with, so we can better defend ourselves. These creatures seem to have no end."

edited 22nd May '11 9:35:08 PM by RedCedar

Rey turned his gaze on the others, shaking his head hard, managing to dislodge the helmet, his eyes flashing red once as he snarled lightly under his breath. " Usted asesinado mi mujer... "

Spriggan told Link.

"My light machine gun's a firearm actually. It uses projectiles fired from this weapon via propellant. Quite more advanced than the bow and arrow in my opinion."

He turned around to see that Rey was up and about.

"Pardon me."

Seeing that the wrestler was awake and still restrained by his plasticuffs, he nodded. "Looks like he's okay. A bit..."

"Stay calm Rey. Stay calm. She's safe. I promise."

"Don't put too much faith in the capabilities of a weapon" Kimimaro shouted back to Spriggan. "An expert with a pebble can beat a novice with a shuriken. Link-san is just as deadly with his bow & arrow as you are with that gun of yours. Perhaps more, for all we know."

edited 22nd May '11 9:41:21 PM by DKN117

" ASESINOS!! " Even with his hands cuffed, Rey managed to lunge upwards at Spriggan, still yelling. " Bastardo hijo de puta!! "

Link inclined his head at Kimimaro's comment.

"Perhaps... but is there any evidence that our friend Spriggan is any less skilled with his weapon than I am with mine?"

"But the silence of archery, and the skill required, angling each shot so a hit is scored, the sound of the arrow as it arcs through the air..."

"It is not merely a weapon, it is an art."

He looked down at the luchador.

"Calm down, Rey, calm down..."

"She's not in danger anymore..."

He resumed the conversation.

"Still... the bow is not all that I use, though I find it to be an invaluable weapon. Magic too, plays a part in my combat strategies... and my sword."

He fingered the hilt on his back.

edited 22nd May '11 9:48:10 PM by troydenite

"I was merely insinuating that it is unwise to judge a weapon merely by what technological level it was made at. What truly matters is the person wielding the weapon; without that person, a weapon is nothing, regardless of how advanced it is. And, on my world at least, if two people go against one another, a novice with a more advanced weapon and a skilled expert with a more primitive one, 99 times out of 100 the expert with the primitive weapon will win."

edited 22nd May '11 9:50:43 PM by DKN117

Link smiled.

"I understand."

edited 22nd May '11 9:57:57 PM by troydenite

Spriggan used the K3 to defend himself, pushing Rey back.

"Eu não sei o que deu em você, mas estamos todos bem! Bem de todos!"

Flandre frowned and walked over to Rey. "Calm down Mr. Rey. Everything will be okay. I know it." She said cheerfully, trying to get him to calm down.

—The Decepticon's wind-scoured fingers held onto the bus through the windows. Not since the Battle of Cybertron's aftermath had he ever felt so low-fuelled.—

" No sabe nada...! " Rey thrashed against the bonds, still screaming at him in Spanish, voice taking on a vaguely shrill, hysterical tone, kicking at him. At the same time, though, he seemed to be making an effort to get around Flandre, to avoid hitting her at all.

edited 22nd May '11 9:58:35 PM by MystyGlyttyr

Looking down at the wrestler, an idea came to him.

He closed his eyes, a look of concentration coming over him.

The mark on his hand flashed dimly.

When he opened his eyes again, they were glowing gold.

"She is ok, Rey. No harm has come to her. We are all ok."

The magic in his voice would soothe him and calm him down - hopefully even restoring him to his senses.

"Now be at peace...."

"Dream of happier times than these..."

"And return to us healed."

"Sleep...."

edited 22nd May '11 10:05:10 PM by troydenite

Rey slowed his movements, stopped yelling, turning his gaze to Link, still breathing faster than he should have been. But he stepped back, putting himself against the wall, sliding down to sit, chewing his lip.

He tucked his knees to his chest as best he could, not able to pull them up with his arms as he usually would, and rested his face against them. A faint whimper left him as he sat there, just the one at first. Then there was another, and finally Rey just seemed to let it go, starting to almost sob softly.

"It was her...it was...it looked just like her...I just wanted her back, I just...I thought she was there and I just wanted to get her back...I just wanted my Angie back...just want her back..."

Even at that, he slowly slid further down, laying in the floor, still whimpering quietly, but his eyes were closed, and within a couple of moments, he had drifted off from the spell, finally.

The glow faded, and Link shut his eyes.

When they opened again, they were the normal blue...

Then he swayed and almost collapsed.

"That... worked..."

edited 22nd May '11 10:11:07 PM by troydenite

"Finally..."

Spriggan sighed, lifting Rey up and placing him on a seat. "Good thing I didn't bring my taser since I don't want to tase Rey."

He went to get his karambit and slice the plasticuffs off his wrists.

"Hopefully nothing's gonna mess with his mind."

After getting the sliced plasticuffs, he watched them fall down on the floor.

Link shakily took a seat.

His face was pale, and his breathing was erratic.

He looked at the wrestler with tired eyes, and a smile came over his face.

"He'll be alright now...."

"He'll be... alright..."

A bout of dizziness came over him, and he suddenly sank back down with a gasp.

He hadn't felt so tired in a long time.

edited 22nd May '11 10:21:26 PM by troydenite

"And you will have her back. She has not- and will not- come to any harm. Do not lose yourself in madness lest you turn against your allies and they will be forced to deal with you more violently."

Bolas read a little deeper, trying to see if this human had any greater fear that could be driving him. He found the general worry for the safety of a mate, at which he snorted in derision; such a simple thing for a being to manipulate, yet effective most every time. He did find something else related, however...

"Your comrades do their best to protect you Rey, as you can see even in your delusions they seek to reclaim your sanity. Do not tax them, or your premonitions of their betrayal may prove true, and you'll have no influence save your own actions to blame. We are at a point where they are more trustworthy than your own senses. Will you allow yourself to be claimed by irrational falsehoods and lead them to the very thing you fear?"

In another corner of his mind, the great dragon was thinking on how to deal with the shadows that continued to plague them. There was a spell he could use, but in his weakened state he found himself in after Nomadic intervention and the generally harder-to-perceive mana forces of this planet, he couldn't adequately channel mana he wasn't closely affiliated with, having gained an innate sense of Blue, Black and Red since his time as divine regent of Madara. He would have to rely on external devices to cast this.

Back to Rey's mind; "If you need some sort of purpose or focus to get you through, later I may find something more worthy of your unique Black-aligned talents. In the meantime please carry this for me." Rey, should he had been awake, would find in front of him a beautiful, ornate piece of craftsmanship that seemed to be constructed of tinted pearls and topped with a rather large, transparent crystal which sparkled with the internal reflections of the five colors the pearls displayed.

edited 22nd May '11 11:07:34 PM by SOCR

Even though he still seemed to be asleep, almost reflexively Rey seemed to grip the bauble, clutching it close as he did.

There was a thump on the window of the spinner bus.

"Yet again you bafoons leave without me!"

Icarax flew up alongside the spinner and began hammering on the door.

"That was close."

Spriggan sighed, sitting down before he placed the K3 on his lap.

"Least I can sit down and rest."