[Twi] Twilight the lynching: The Gathering Storm

[Cracklord]

Midnighter
He bursts out laughing. A 'BANG' Flag shoots out, and a trapdoor opens beneath you. Just shooting someone isn't funny, afterall, when you can set up an overly long gag, and you have walked right into it.
He waves as you plummet, falling two hundred feet towards spikes. "Do send a postcard, I'd love to hear from you again, tell me how you're doing."

Darksied
"This body is weak. Old flesh, worn and flabby, grown soft from disuse." He says, the deep pools of his eyes glimmering. "But I am more then my body." There is a soft undercurrent of humor in his words, as though fighting not to laugh. "I wish to serve you, of course. But if you try and harm me, you will find that it is you who are mistaken in their assesment of the situation... about a great... many... things."
He's not bluffing. He knows what you are, and he's still confident. That alone is enough for pause.

Zedd
You better. I know nothing about Power Rangers.

Oracle
Alfred set the tray down on the nearby table by his charges elbow.
"Well, if you've finished drooling over a woman, perhaps you'd care to turn your attention to a little sustenance before you resume your work?" Alfred replies drily, with one cocked eyebrow.
Such is the power of Alfreds dry comments that none can resist him. Deadpool is in the hallway, brought to tears by an off-hand dry observation.

Light
"Innovation. Good." Sinestro replies approvingly. You hear a squeal, then a hiss, as he wraps a sinewy arm around Misa's throat.
"Now I have a hostage. What's your next move?"

Shotgun Suzie
"None that I know of, I was paid a considerable retainer for both of them, to hold them until that man..." He points at Ash "Comes in. So here they are."

The Tower
You have drown the greatest of the Old One's attention. Yog Sothoth. By the ancient bargains, he will answer one question, then take a price of his choosing. He will answer any question truthfully, even ones like 'How do I kill you?'.
But he never fails to exact his price.

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[doliest]

Zedd
"Zedd! What is it!? I was in the middle of-"
"I need your help, Rita!"
"Help yourself!"
"Why you insolent little witch! I should-"
"Get lost? It's in your best interest
"Get down here and make a monster!"
"Fine, you incompetent excuse for an emperor!."
Rita(and Goldar, Rito, Squat, Baboo, and Finster, even) appear alongside Zedd. She points her staff at a nearby...slot machine. It grows into a massive monster composed of a Slot Machin with legs and arms.

Slot Monster
"OOOH! Time to play, Lizard Boy!" The machine runs forward, tackling the King.

Light
"Carrier. Deactivate Gravity." Light gambled that that would be enough to get Sinestro to let go of Misa.

[darkblade]

Oracle

"It was for the skull. Honest." Of course the skull would stay silent in Alfred's presence probably has some arbitrary "no talking to british butlers" rule or something. Magic makes no sense like that.

A bright shade of beet red Barbra takes some of the food Alfred prepared for her. "Bob acknowledge the Butler and stop making me look crazy."

***

Darksied

"Your power is but a minor viral infection that we eradicated on the Fourth World while your ancestors were still struggling with fire." Darksied says holding out his hand to cure the midiclorian infection this poor man suffers from. Let it not be said that Darksied is not merciful.

***

Lanterns

The energy of the Starheat destroys the Shadows but the Darksides are close enough now to bring their fists down over the Lantern's heads.

[Cracklord]

Light
"Weaker." Sinestro comments, long experienced at flying. Misa is kicking at him, and screaming. You'd be annoyed, except Misa making so much noise and disturbance lets you tell exactly where he is. You wonder if she realizes it, or just happens to be helping you out.

Zedd
"Mistress!" Zim says, obnoxiously reminding you of his presence. "I was able to foil the attentions of the Blue furred smelly human! HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE! ONCE MORE IRKEN SUPERIORITY IS DEMONSTRATED!"

Oracle
"Quite alright, I assure you." Alfred replies. "Master Bruce talked to his gadgets when he thought nobody was watching. It's perfectly natural for you to talk to poor Yorick there. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go check on Master Grayson."
Bob sighs in relief. "Finally. I thought he'd never leave."

Darkseid
Heresy. What Midi-chlorians are you talking about? What are Midi-chlorians anyway? Next you are going to suggest they make a lanky anthropomorphic CGI frog wih a whacky voice and accent a major character!
The Emperor shakes his head. "Such arrogance." He says, smiling. "A flaw that has defeated you time after time. A weakness you can ill afford." The Emperor walks over to you, slowly. This old man is not weak. Not at all.
"You see, my friend, flesh does not easily support this great power. I am sickening. Dying. So the offer appealed to me. But they found my will harder to control. I am not some criminal with delusions, nor am I so easily suppressed. I am the dark side!" He stares at you.
"And yet, you are more then me. So much more. And so..." He bows again. "What do you command, my master?"

Kriea
You stumble over in time to here all this. Darth Sidious, a dark lord of the Sith on par with your apprentices, and Darkseid, the God of Apokolips.

Azazel
A park. There is a pond, with ducks quacking. A man in a perfectly cut suit with designer sunglasses and the sort of confidence you couldn't fake is sitting there, feeding them bread crumbs. The ducks that eat them choke, but it doesn't stop others from taking them. Ducks are like people, they don't learn.
Crowley looks up and waves you over to the bench. Behind him, secret service men and women in nondescript suits, all serving various agencies discuss the world over coffee and light pastries. They all have names like Mister Road, Town, Door, Wood, Smith, and Church.
Crowley has managed to get back into the favor of hell after his role in the almost apocalypse on another world. You still outrank him by a goodly amount, but he is the one who reported the disturbance and noticed what was happening, and so he is the one you are supposed to talk to.

The Stig
The spider continues to advance. It became dark as night, dark as starless night, darker then any night, then so dark the lights of the ship were as candles spluttering in the deep depths of the world were ancient things gnawed on the roots of creation.
In the depths of the darkness waited the spider.
You're aware of it in your mind, not any of your body sense that are unable to penetrate the gloom, or the ship which is insisting there is nothing there, just like parents insist to kids that there is nothing waiting for them in the dark, and they are perfectly safe.
In your mind you can feel it's immeasurable length on either side of the ship, its height, dark beyond black, cold beyond ice, cruelty beyond evil. In your mind you sense tendrils of dark that weather around the ship, stifling the lights, and then one by one they go out, dwindling to nothing as the light and heat is stolen. The ship is dying. You have to get out of here quickly, before it's too far gone, the ship is completely gone, and the Spider comes for you.

The Midnighter
The gun triggered the trap, and you didn't notice. You'd feel stupid, except who would have seen this coming? Instead, you grab the edge of the pit. It's been greased with pigfat. Might as well try and punch fog.
Bastard clown one uped you no mistake.
"Now, batsy would have a grappling hook or something like it on his utility belt that he keeps there in case something like this ever happens. So I suppose I'll be seeing one any second."
The pit is narrow. You manage to get your boots on either side and flex with them, holding you in place above the drop. You're still slipping slowly, he greased the edges with pig fat, but it's a much slower thing.
"Any second now."

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"Cloaking? Pfeh. Need to do better than that. All it means is that you're harder to see."

Ryoma has several things going for him in his current situation.

First, he has absurdly good spatial awareness and coordination. Being a martial artist, then a Getter pilot has pretty much given him nigh-supernatural abilities to detect and track almost everything within his area of perception.

Second, Getter Energy reinforcements have honed his senses to a point that pretty much any doctor would declare so utterly impossible that he would question whether or not whoever told him the numbers was actually capable of mentally processing information. Ryoma's eyesight is hovering around 20/.2, and his hearing range reaches from the deep subsonic to the highest ultrasonics. Getter is also the reason why he's capable of processing that kind of information.

Third, no cloaking device is perfect. Even if they do provide perfect invisibility, there's other ways to detect something. Like by the sound of their footsteps, or by feeling the air being displaced as they move around you, or the high-pitched electrical buzzing that their cloaks give off while operating.

And last but not least, Ryoma is a master of sleight-of-hand.

The ultimate point is this: Ryoma has sprayed a volley of missiles over towards one of the Predators, embedded a thrown axe a fair way into the head of another, and is looking directly at the third and grinning like some sort of large, sadistic shark. Or cat. Or a shark-cat.

The Stig
LOADOUT CHANGE: PRISM RHYTHM WAVE CANNON
Huh. So it can talk? Interesting. You set the R-100 to hover, pop the cockpit, and stand up, arms crossed over your chest as the Spherical Radome Force DX's built in communications system amplifies and broadcasts your signal, allowing the giant, apparently nonexistent spider to hear your words. As an Un-Thing, she has no trouble understanding your nauseating, migraine-inducing 'language.' This means that you don't have to fumble around trying to translate yourself, and can actually 'speak' clearly for once. Under any other circumstances, it would be refreshing.

*Some say that on really warm days I shed my skin like a snake, that I created Branston Pickle, and that my heart ticks like a watch and is positioned upside down.
Some say that I see everything in shades of International Danger Mauve, that my breath smells of magnesium, and that I sleep upside down and inside out.
Some say that roam the woods at night foraging for wolves, that my toenails are like a woman's nipples, and that my genitals generate a small gravity field and are capable of serving as a bottle opener.
Some say that I, despite all protests, have been producing artificial sperm for years, that I possess the multiverse's largest collection of pornography, and that I invented not only curtains, but the month of November.
Some say that my earwax has the flavor and consistency of turkish delight, that I have a digital face that you can run your finger down in order to unlock me, and that my legs are hydraulic.
Some say that I have adhesive tears, two sets of knees, a tattoo of my own face on my face, glow-in-the-dark teeth, luminous discharge, and that if I were to catch fire, I would burn for a thousand days.
Some say that I become incredibly bulbous on Thursdays, that I have a line of fragrances coming out for Christmas that includes the fresh scent of Wednesdays, that my ears aren't in the right place and that I have great and terrible plans involving the moon.

All they know for sure is that I'm called The Stig.

And you are Not.*

And she isn't. You Know that.

You drop back into your seat, close the cockpit, and release the charge you've been storing in your Wave Cannon for some reason. It really is quite dark in here, and the rainbow of energy that this Cannon produces should do fairly well at lighting things up in here, if only for a moment. That done, you blast off in pursuit of that helicopter. This cave isn't that large, and you're faster than they are. Besides, with this setup, tracking them should be a piece of cake.

The Stig For Realsies.

Oh crap. She just knocked out two extraordinarily important systems that should never, ever, ever be turned off for any reason.

One of them was the Force Device Regulator. The Bydo embryo inside is free to grow and consume, and is already eating the control rods.

The other was the Wave Energy Limiter. Theoretically, there is no actual limit to how much energy a Wave Cannon can charge up. The problem is that critically overcharged Wave Cannons have a nasty tendency to do one of two things:

1. Explode with continent-shattering force.

2. Fire off a bolt of energy capable of tearing apart an entire planet.

You immediately hit the Emergency Ejector system, which pretty much jus engages a very powerful rocket attached to your seat and launches you away from the giant terror spider and the doomed ship. Within two seconds of launching, you've called up another R-Type from the Hangar System.

SHIP CHANGE
R-99 'Last Dancer'
Steady Photon-Belt Wave Cannon III
Claw Force
Psy Bit +
Enhanced Homing Missiles

You engage the emergency system and charge the Wave Cannon to full in the blink of an eye. There's only one thing you can do: Blast your way out of the cave:

You discharge the terrifyingly long-ranged Wave Cannon, then rev up the Claw Force's Red Laser System and use the short-ranged but powerful beam as an auger, digging up, up and away from the rapidly growing Bydo, the Doom Spider, and the horrific, atrocious bomb that was once one of the finest fighters ever made.

Kashima and Arisato

"I don't actually think it works that way. I mean, I don't know everything about the Network; nobody does. One thing I do know is that there's no known way of actually modifying Data itself. All that taking control of the construction of a new universe during a Conception allows you to do is change how that Data is read. Space may be perfectly hospitable to carbon based lifeforms, but it's still space. An atom is an atom, and an element is an element. All that changes is how that Data is interpreted. In order to directly modify the Data, you'd have to go to the source of it all, whatever the hell that could be." Kashima takes another chug from his soda, emptying the container. Arisato, meanwhile, has continued to take more polite sips from his own beverage.

He looks up, making eye contact with the seated man, and starts speaking again. "I apologize for interrupting, but I think I might know what the source of all Data could be. When I first got caught up with the Shadows and all back home, I did some research, looking at any occult knowledge I could get my hands on. One of the random things I found while trying to see if there was any information on the Shadows and Dark Hour outside of what S.E.E.S.' had was something called the 'Akashic Records.' Supposedly, the Akashic Records are an archive of every possible event; past, present, and future. Every single thing that is, was, could have been, or might be, all there for anyone who can actually access the thing to view and modify as they will." Another sip. Arisato's manners are absolutely impeccable. "If there's anything that could be the source of all Data, it would be the Akashic Records."

Kashima just shrugs. "Makes more sense than the crap that usually ends up being true. Like all that stuff Ms. Takao was saying about being the mother of the new world, back in my dream? Whaddya know, that was her entire purpose in Hikawa's big plan. She willingly participated in the Conception in order to bring about her ideal world; a utopia where everyone can realize their true potential as people. That was always her deal, bringing out the best in people. She was good at it too. Too bad Hikawa shunted her off to the side after she kick-started the whole thing for him. She tried to form a Reason, but she just couldn't pull it off. She didn't have enough power, and I couldn't help her with that process." He sighs, and slumps a bit. His face is the very picture of regret.

"Creating a Reason was something that only humans could do."

With that, Kashima removes his jacket, letting it fall to the ground behind him, and CHANGES.
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"And I haven't been a human for a long, long time."

[Cracklord]

Kashima and Arisato
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Father is still for a long moment, considering your words, and your story. He looks at your changed form, and he thinks about that too. He's a deep thinker, he could have considered these revelations for a long time. But he is burning, burning with a desire to learn more, to have every question answered. He removed every one of his sins and implanted them in other bodies for this sake, to be truly above emotion, above emotional investment in anything.
"I see." He says, and means it. "Humans, once more, show themselves to be unique in the world. Uniquely gifted. And yet it is possible to see this information? Possible to watch it's flow, and learn what it means? Because if so..." His eyes glimmer with what might be avarice, and might be something madder, less human.
"If so then you have the key to learn all the secrets of the universe, all the questions that exist, all the knowledge that can be found."
He then closes his eyes, and his form falls away like a shell to reveal something else hidden within.
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"I'm not human either." He replies to you, his new form deeply unsettling. "This is my body, not the one I crafted for myself. And you are everything the oracle promised, everything and more. Could you take me there?"

The Stig
The Darkness and the Bydo are fighting, life versus entropy, as the Bydo does it's very best to spread and become powerful enough to defeat Ungoliat, and the spider attempts to suck the life out of the Bydo. It's too early to tell for sure who will triumph, but the spider seems to be winning, though the Bydo is growing in size from the emotional power of the spider.
Your lights flicker dangerously, and you decide it's time to go. Firing your cannon at the roof of the cavern, trying to reach the surface as the cavern collapses beneath you. You fail the firsgt few times, you are miles below, and uncountable tonnes press down, you can't even be sure you're on the same world.
Then you see a creasent of light, and fire again, bursting from the tunnel into the light, which colapses behind you. Anderson, KM and Kirby are all staring up at you, as you land your craft.
The tunnel closes behind you, like some great mouth slamming shut.

Ryoma
The axe clips the side of it's mask, scouring the surface and doing no real damage. The bullets, however, tear it to pieces, leaving it a horrible mess of what looks like chunky salsa.
Dead.
The one behind you was more careful. you feel a bite in your back as three thrown Chakram slice into your back, razor sharp and thrown with enough force to cut through flesh, muscle and bone.

Kamina
A highly potent, corrosive blue chemical hits your arm, letting off steam and a pink, bloody froth as it dissolves you like some sort of acid. The pain is excruciating.

Eddie Riggs, Dante, Roland Deschain, Scott
Blade gets up. "Destiny is just so much bull****. but I'm done here. Thanks for the drink and the games, but I got a war to fight. Any of you coming?"
Eddie is still being asked by the Roadie to help on stage.

Shen
Light washes over you, doing as advertised. You wind up with a skintight form fitting jumpsuit that hugs your curves better then the old one did but doesn't bare your midrith and a pair of gloves. No mask.
The Guardians are said to enact harsh penalties on those who steal from the Green lanterns. You are definitely going to get into trouble for this. But for now, you feel great.
Akuma self destructed. Resting near him is the faceplate of Doom. You wonder if he's dead, then shrug. Doom is the sort to have contingencies to deal with death. But he's not your problem anymore. Your problem is making sure you win here, and your team gets through this alive.

Those still in dead world Gotham
A tremoring shakes the city, the prelude to a bigger quake, as massive movements underground trigger a reaction.

[Draxx]

Kamina
Kamina is getting angry. The lenses of his glasses are cracked, his right shoulder is liquid agony and melted to the point he can't use it properly, and he feels light headed.

That is nothing. That is nothing at all. What gets him is his enemy are skulking in the shadows, refusing to confront him.

He shoots into the bushes, having no luck. Reloading quickly with far more skill then any amateur should have he fires at another flicker of movement, again failing to hit anything.

"You think I'm scared? You think you frighten me like this? WELL YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING! You can't defeat either of us like this! You can't make us give in so easily! A man never backs down, and a warrior fights to his dying breath. I am Kamina, leader of team Gurren, and you are an obstacle. If you would stand in my way, you shall be knocked aside! Are you listening to - huh?"

The clouds part, and light shines down on him. Blue light, a warm, feeling, the feeling of desire fulfilled. The feeling of promise, expectance and wish. The feeling of optimism in the face of all odds, and refusing to be cowed by said odds. Of never giving up on your beliefs, of never surrendering to the inevitable.

Hope. The light of hope, of warmth, of desire for a better future, a better tomorrow. In that moment, the flame that burned in Kamina became a raging inferno, one that would never be put out, come what may.

Kamina, Comander Of Team Gurren, You Have Great Hope, And Inspire Hope In Others. Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps.

Kamina smiles. His uniform ripples over his body, black leather almost skin tight, and a huge blue cape with he symbol of team Gurren on the back, fluttering in the breeze and giving him an ominous presence.

A beam of flickering light burning around his ring like a tiny fire dances and shifts, then suddenly streaks to form a new pair of sunglasses identical to the ones he just lost out of blue light.

He seems to glow with his own inner light, a glow that burns like a forge, encompassing the entire planet, and in that instant seems just as dangerous as Ryoma beside him. For a very good reason, he is that dangerous now. At the very least. He levitates off the ground, holding his finger up in the air while his right hand blazed with the power of his ring.

And then he laughs, a long and hearty laugh that's all the more fearsome because it sounds a little insane. He has no lantern left, no recharge, but then he does not yet have a need for a recharge. He just wants to throw down the gauntlet.

"WITH OUR POWER SHINING BRIGHT
WITH OUR HEARTS FULL, OUR SOULS IGNITE!
PIERCING HEAVENS NEAR AND FAR
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?"

Roland Deschain
Roland stared long and hard at Blade. He was a Gunslinger, unlike the others. Not to say the others weren't powerful, dangerous, or even skillful, but to say that they weren't Gunslingers, weren't the same. Blade knew the face of his father, perhaps better then Roland himself did.

It was so rare to meet an equal these days. Rare enough to even meet a Gunslinger, let alone one that could match him.

"We are Ka'tet. If you think the time has come to move, then move we shall." He says decisively.

A battered cowboy hat was thrown back to reveal a lined and careworn brow, a bandanna hung askew on his upper chest, and his revolvers clanked slightly, low at his hip within easy reach of his lightning hands.

"If you are coming, then lets go."

Yoda
"Not make, that bet I would, Hurm." He replies, limping on. "Our machine's battle, no place for us in. On it's own it must do. Survive on their own, our friends can." He points, at the silhouette of the world in the distance, a skyline of monstrous towers and grim, deadly shapes.

"That way, our path is." He says, pointing a stubby claw towards the world.

Thanos
Thanos looks up at a Darkside. Catching it's fist, he tugs it, then alters it's chemical composition and the shape of it's molecules turning it to stone, which he shatters with a swing of his fist, chunks and dust raining around from the force of the blow, so that the form seems to explode.

"Come. Send them all to die, send as many as you like, their fate shall be the same." He smiles. "Thanos of Titan will see to it."

With that he leaps, slamming another to the ground and beating it's tentacle face to nothing with his fits wreathed in cosmic energy, as though it's the easiest thing in the world.

Optimus Prime
Keeps on driving.

[Gulping]

Kashima and Arisato

Neither of them is particularly pertubed by Father's transformation. Naoki just shrugs. "I've seen worse." Minato, however, with an absolutely blase look on his face, takes out his not-pistol, and points it at his head. "Mara." He pulls the trigger, and with the sound of shattering glass, something fades into existence next to him.
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"THIS is Mara. Apparently he represents some part of my soul. I don't want to know which part it is that he's linked to." His point made, Mara fades away into nothingness as Minato stows his Evoker.

Naoki detransforms and puts his jacket back on. "Eh, I guess we could show you around the Network. Just keep on your toes and don't eat or touch anything. Isamu got really interested in Amala, and he got something that caused screaming faces to manifest all over his torso. Then he went really crazy.

Also, although you can break out of the Network pretty much anywhere with enough power, only I can get you back in again. That's not a threat or anything, just stating a fact.

Everybody At The Show

Alright, I'm coming. just a sec. Sir Riggs, allow me to assist as well! My carrying capacity is as magnificent as my bladework! Sure. We could always use another set of hands.
Eh, you go right ahead, Blade. Something tells me that something HUGE is going to go down here in like, ten minutes. Besides the show? Yes.

AAAAAAAAaaah F**K! That ride SUCKED! Not that it was anyone's fault but that f**king knight guy and his f**king truck robot. That was HORSES**T! Armor off. Oh hey, how you guys doing? Turns out my big trump card didn't work as well as I thought it would. Stupid a**hole magic knight c**ksucker... Nice of you to join us, kid. Y'see Scott? Now that Travis is here, I know that the giant evil robot truck can't be too far behind. You say that as though it's a good thing. It's not. It's an incredibly bad thing. For everyone.
Hey, are you Travis Touchdown? I have a package for you. What the hell? Who from? It says 'Dr. Naomi.' ...F**K! F**K F**K F**K F**K! I refuse! I'm not taking s**t from her! You can go back, and tell Naomi that she can take whatever overpriced piece of s**t she put in there, and shove it right up her plasticine a**! Hey, don't yell at Ramona, you... Prick! F**k you kid. What the hell do you even care? She's the delivery girl! She's my GIRLFRIEND! That's it, I need to punch you. We're doing this. Right now.Heh. Don't bring your fists to a beam katana fight, kid. You'll live long-URK GUH STOP THAT, BOTH OF YOU. Scott, thank you for trying to defend my honor from the angry customer. It was very sweet of you, but if you do it again I will do... Something to you. Something unpleasant. Mr. Touchdown. I apologize, but I'm just the ninja delivery girl. Whatever problem you have with this Dr. Naomi, don't take it out on me, or else. Or else what? Suffering. Lots and lots of suffering. Right, whatever, sheesh. *shake shake* Hmm, sounds long, hard, and sort of thin with a flared tip. Also sounds like there's a dvd case or something in there with it. Let's just crack it open...

Ok. Nice. A new beam katana, looks kind of like that one thing she was working on. Also, there's some kind of cover thing, don't know what that's for, and a letter.

...TWO MILLION DOLLARS?! F**KING HELL! NAOMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

[Gulping]

Ryoma

Ryoma reaches around with one hand and yanks the disc out of his back. The blood on the blade is faintly luminescent, glowing with the familar emerald green of Getter. "Nice try, but you need more practice. How about another shot?" Ryoma sets his arm back, then hurls the slicer back the way it came, although Ryoma throws it something like ten times harder than the Predator did.

As the pilfered disc causes yet more ecological damage, Ryoma looks over to Kamina. "Nice duds. They do anything besides look snazzy?" Oh look, there's another weird visual distortion over yonder. Ryoma greets Mr. Distortion the only way he knows: WITH MORE MISSILES.

The Stig

You set down the 'Last Dancer' and half-climb, half-fall out of the cockpit, then stagger over to the others.

*Have Problem. Should Evacuate Planet. Force Broke Loose. Bydo Fighting Sentient Heat Death Shaped Like Spider Underground. We Must Leave.*

[Draxx]

Kamina
In answer, light shines out of his ring, illuminating the two remaining predators with a blue outline. One of them Rymoa blows to kingdom come with his beast of a gun, the other is the leader who got them with he Chakrams. Kamina flies over to him, his sword held in two hands. Blue light flickers down the edge from his ring, a monomolecular blade of light forming over the already absurdly sharp blade.
"You chose to be a wall in my way. I will knock you down like the rest." Kamina says, by way of eulogy. With that he strikes, slicing cleanly through air molecules, the Predator and the tree the predator was sitting on, a blow so clean nothing happens for a moment and it looks like he missed. Then the tree, an arm with two broken wrist blades that desperately tried to parry the blow, and the top half of the predator come crashing down to the floor in a tangle of snapping sounds.
Kamina levitated back to the ground, and the glow reduces, though it doesn't completely fade. He lands next to Ryoma.
"Well for one thing, I feel great." He says, smiling his cocky smile. "I can probably keep up with you now as well. Lets go hunt down the green frog guy and Asuka, and make sure they're not in trouble. They probably need us by now."

Roland Deschain
"So be it. Perhaps we will meet again." He suspects they will. All things serve the ka, no matter how they choose to ignore it.
"Fair thee well." With that he turns and walks out.

[Corvond]

Jaghatai Khan
"There is only one Emperor of Mankind. You are not he, but a false prophet and a heretic." The Primarch says, having followed Darkseid here. Jaghatai narrows his eyes at the tainted old heretic, then draws his gleaming artificer stormbolter plated with gold, which he levels unwaveringly at the forehead of Darth Sidious, pushing his cape aside with a flick of his free hand.
The Stormbolter is handgun to him that he can fire with his offhand while he concentrates on his bladework. To any lesser man it requires a turret to lift and aim, weighs forty kilograms and has recoil sufficient to disarm you. As in rip your arms clean off. The entire contraption has been purified, oiled with holy oils and sacraments that have been blessed, and polished to a shine, then be ritualistically purified of any taint. But as much as it looks like a work of art, or maybe a sacred relic, it is a deadly weapon indeed, a twin-linked high powered machine gun that fires self propelled miniature rockets, each one detonating with the force of a grenade upon contact, then causing a chemical reaction igniting cells from which the term 'cleansing flame' was coined.
“I am the punishment of my Father the Emperor." He says, his eyes flashing. "You sins must be great indeed, or he would not have loosed a punishment like me upon you.”
With that, he pulls the trigger.

The Blues Brothers
After stepping out, the car falls to pieces, then catches aflame as the fuel tank was ruptured and the metal nearby was so hot it's still letting out a popping noise. Why it took so long for a reaction is anyones guess, but it is now unusable.
Elwood takes off his hat and inclines his head, giving the car an impromptu funeral, before Jake tugs on his arm.
"Gig. Started ten minutes ago. Late. Move."
With that the two of them run in and head backstage, heading for their side to get their performance ready.

Cheshire
The Cat stretches luxuriantly, purring slightly.

Piccolo
The Namekian nearly faints in pain, as he takes his shaking hands from his forehead.
He knew how to use Instant transmission, Goku had taught him. Not very well, as it turns out. He was standing thirty feet from Apollo. And his torso was thirty feet away from it, cut off at the legs. They'd grow back. But it's still a risk. Not one he'll be trying again.
For the moment, he lies on the ground waiting to heal and gritting his teeth in pain.

[Murkus]

Azazel

The old goat woke up.

Azazel blinked out the blur in his eyes, pulling himself back to consciousness. He stared up at a grey-yellow sky, the ugly color seeming... familiar.

Hell. This was Hell.

But... the Colt. He'd always thought...

The old goat smiled, glancing around. Crowds of damned souls were hurried across the blackened plains to the lower levels, herded by legions of the foulest creatures ever to grace the metaphysical realm.

So it couldn't kill him. Or perhaps there was a different purpose to his survival. A deeper meaning.

He shook his head. It didn't matter. Lucifer, he knew somehow, was again locked away. Which meant Azazel was the creature in charge, for the moment. Or at least, he was one of them.

Azazel began making his way across the plains, searching for some sort of higher ranking demon.

[Colesign]

Vin

The Mistborn averts her eyes from the...strangness that is Yog Sohoth. "Elric, what's happened?"

Solomon Kane

Solomon Kane raises the staff in a warding gesture.

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
He quickens his pace, running up to Oracle's office and entering. Stig arrives then.
"Yeah, but how do we get out of here? We got here through the tower elevator, which disappeared behind us," he says, referencing himself and KM. "Do you have any ideas?"

[industrious]

Shen

Sighing, Shen slips off the ring. She'd keep it for when it was really needed. Plus, she'd probably have it longer too; the Guardian's wouldn't find out unless she used it. She hoped.

She continues on, searching for the rest of her group.

The Midnighter

Grappling lines were Batman's thing, not his. Instead, the Midnighter takes out a switchblade, flicks it open...and hurls the thing at the Joker. Or rather, at where the Joker's voice was coming from; he couldn't see the man at this depth anymore than the clown could see him.

He lets himself fall soon afterwords, and whispers a word as he does so.

door.

A minute passes, then another one. The Joker taps his foot, checks his watch.
"I beat him! Oh happy day, happy day! First the imitation, then onto the real thing; Mista J's rising through the ranks! And there's a whole multiverse full of Bats to put in my belfry!"


Then he hears a rumble behind him. And when he turns around, the Joker's jaw drops at what he sees. An enormous military fighter jet blasting at just below the sound barrier directly at him, wingspan already shredded due to the hallway, landing gear still rolling as the Midnighter, behind the cockpit, matches his earlier grin. He hadn't done this since Seth; he should try it more often. Roadkill was such a horrible and humiliating way to go, hardly suited to a man of the Joker's status. Which is why the Midnighter is laughing as the plane continues on its path; he finds the whole thing hilarious.

[doliest]

Zedd and Rita
Rita looks down at it, "Shut up, you little worm!."

Light
Light attempts to 'move' himself into the darkness above Sinestro and Misa. Still in it, but in a better position if he should leave it. 'Sammael? Any other abilities that might help?

Sylar
Sylar's flying and likely doesn't notice the quake. The Darkside he's attempting to slam his fist into the face of might.

[darkblade]

Dead Gotham

One of the rings Mickey was given flies off to parts unknown having found a suitable weilder.

Thanos's and Sylar's efforsts each destroy a single Darkside leaving three more to continue their advances.

***

Oracle and Kirby

"Bob? Is their some arbitrary 'can not talk in front of British butlers rule'?" Oracle asks the skull before turning to Anderson and the Stig.

"I'm sorry I got nothing, while you were out a bunch of other heroes Dr. Morbius trusted them Harry Dresden, Solomon Kane and Vin I think came through here and stopped someone from destroying part of the tower, they then left through a portal in the basement that closed behind them." Oracle explains what Anderson missed.

"There was part of the tower in this dump? Damn the multiverse must be worse off that we thought." Kirby chuckles.

"Bob how could we get these guys to the tower?"

***

Asuka

"But I can't go out there. Not without a mecha or something." Asuka protests following behind Yoda.

"I'm just a kid and I could barely handle those things with a mecha."

***

Dresden and Morbius

In near unison both myself and Morbius shouted, "What the Hell is that?"

I really wish I didn't leave Bob with Oracle right about now.

***

Darksied

"I accept your offer of survitude." Darksied says to the Sith Lord.

"Now take me to the source of these Black Lanterns and Heartless. I have much to discuss with them." Darksied says preparing a Boom Tube to the location Sidius gives him.

[AnimeKid]

KM

She immediately starts doing multiple calculations and scans for any escape routes away from the planet and how long it would take to reach them. "I am running scans and calculations as we speak, if push comes to shove I can fly myself and those who could survive into the earth's atmosphere while Stig uses spacious ship to fly civilians and those who can not survive travel in space without a suit."

[doliest]

Sylar
Sylar continues flying, looking for any signs of life; absolutely any. If the other people appear to have problems with the Darksides, he breaks off to aid them. These things weren't as dangerous as some of what he'd faced on that world; Alucard would have slaughtered them with ease.

[nanobot_swarm]

Godzilla
Godzilla decides to headbutt the slot machine, just cause he can.

[doliest]

Godzilla
The monster grabs at Godzilla's head, trying to catch it and stop it.

[Cracklord]

Midnighter
Unfortunately, the entire was shielded by Doom to prevent such an easy solution from happening. Only logical, of course. That's why you had to come here via Oa...
Kidding.
The Joker stares at you for a moment. "Now that's hardly in the spirit of things." He says, then turns and sprints away, running through the twists and turns of the hallway like a rat in a maze.
You smash through a few more walls, then the wreck comes to a stop. He got away, but you beat him alright.

Oracle
"None that I know about." Bob replies, answering both your questions at the same time. "The Cullens had a portal there last time, maybe they know how to make another."

Jaghatai Khan
You miss. The old man is a singularly powerful psycicer, he reads the path of the gun and bullets as you aim it, then simply steps aside.

Darkseid
You appear at the throneroom. Odin stands up, grey eye staring at you. "Do you have something to say?" He asks.

Light Yagami
Sammael doesn't offer you anything. It's not like you have anything left to offer him, afterall.
You move, until you feel yourself settling around the source of the noise.

Shen
You find Apollo and the top half of a Namekian in short order.

Akuma
The river of death flows around you. A short, hunched figure stands squarely in the river, eyes squarely meeting yours. "I be Kallad, Gatekeeper." He says, then offers you a small smile, one warrior to another. "I'm to take ye on ye're final journey."

KM, The Stig, Kirby, Anderson
A full scale evacuation of the planet is not really feasible. For one thing, the only crafts available belong to The Stig and can only fly a few people at once, for another there aren't any habitable planets for a long while.

Blues Brothers
You make it to the stage with seconds to spare.
Donald Dunn is tuning his base guitar, which consists of enormous strings tied from one side of the stage to the another, made out of carefully blown glass and pulled taunt. He's puffing away at his pipe as he works, getting the soothing cords of twelve bar blues just right.
Isaac Hayes is sitting at his keyboard, that seemed to be an entire tree. It was a dark, primal tree, one that seemed as old as the concept of music. A thick black trunk shot through the air, branches wove a dense canopy with leaves dark red like a thousand blood stained hands, and misshapen roots lay across the stage. A six layered keyboard had been carved into the trunk, the keys all playing different notes, some to hight to hear, others so low it was like the earth itself was rumbling.
Steve Cropper removed an acoustic guitar, and with a cigarette lighter let the strings on fire, the flames doing interesting things to the lighting, and somehow not spreading to the wood or consuming the strings.
Willie Hall is assembling the drums, a long and complicated process, drums ranging from tiny ones the size of a clenched fist to massive ones the size of a parking space. Big as he was, he's soon lost within the assembly.

Eddie Riggs
The band is all assembled, the Killmaster on the base guitar, metal spiders weaving him his strings, the various fans and followers all watching from the side. There are enough speakers to liquify the front rank of the crowd, and the finishing touches are being put on the stage. It bristles with weapons.
And then, the screens hiding the stages from the sight of the crowd fall away, and you find yourself staring out.

War of the bands
The announcer steps forward. Teddy Roosevalt, wearing a coat and tophat, looking like the worlds most awesome circus ringmaster.
Teddy Roosevalt was sponsoring this out of his own pocket, giving the people what they want. Bread and Circuses, his classical education noted wryly.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to present this, Ironheade, and the Blues Brothers!" He says into the microphone.

Coop
More trees and follighe are pulled into the plantmonster chlorofiend, repairing it and increasing it's size still further. Its new arm is noticably smaller then its other one, making it painfully asymmetrical. It swings a bigger, bulkier and even more knobby fist your way.

Zedd and Rita
Zim falls silet, his attempts to get you involved in the wider plot remaining unnoticed.

Azrael
The form of Shax, Marquis of the legion appears above you, a massive, indistinct humanoid body and cruel head, like that of some infernal heron. With eyes of flame, the ancient demon stares at you, seeming to consider something, then at last is speaks, a voice so calm, so refined you can't believe it was issued from this monstrous form.
"There is a soul that needs to be retrieved, Azrael." It says. "We do not appreciate poaching from perdition, no we do not. Retrieve it, along with whoever holds it, and kill all with them."

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
"I'm afraid that all we can do is rescue Oracle and her family and take them with us. We haven't the time or resources for anyone else," Anderson says. He's the Wrath of God. Mercy and Compassion weren't his departments.

Coop
He has many, many buttons and many, many differing attacks. He pushes three buttons at the same time. the first one shoots what could be called a flaming 8-ball, if the ball was red, had green flames, and had a G where the 8 would be. Getter had some modifications. The ball, if left unperturbed, would explode in the center of the chlorofiend. The second button causes his swords to grow in length, turn green, and have the hottest of green flames around them. The third is the most frightening. It turns the mecha into a phoenix of flames, covering it in the very same green flames that he's been using to this point. He promptly slams his swords into the fist and glides along it, burning everything that comes in close to the flames to the core.
"I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE! AND I BRING YOU... FIRE!!!" he yells as he goes completely insane on this beast. If Ryoma didn't already have the spot, Coop would have made a good candidate for the Getter in another time and place.

[darkblade]

Oracle

Babs points to the ooze stain on her floor from where Alice was taken care of. "Thats what's left of the Cullen family, Bob. Anyone else who might know?"

She then turns to Anderson and company. "Why are we evacuating Earth?"

***

Darksied

"Odin? God of the Norse, Third World. Your time has long since passed One Eye. Relinguish your power unto Darksied." Darksied has to surpress a laugh, the New Gods exist only because the Old Gods died and yet here he stands facing one of the Old Gods weilding power well beyond his due.

[Murkus]

Azazel

The old goat floats up to Shax's height, crossing his arms. "Who is this soul that one such as I am needed to retrieve them, Shax? Why not send one of our hunters?"

Azazel smiles a bit, the goat-man head curling up gruesomely. "I do have better things to do, if you haven't noticed. The mortal realms are in utter chaos, and Heaven can do naught to stop us."

[doliest]

Light
'Sammael? You'd better offer something. Now.' He stays in position, ready to do what he felt would work best if it came down to it.

[industrious]

Green Lantern Corps

Feeling the tremors, the corps set their rings to scan for their cause.

Jack T Chance

Walking on foot is slower than flying. Scavenging a motorcycle from the wreckage speeds things up. While the primitive Earth technology was a toy compared to some of his other rides, there was still something quite thrilling about the vehicle.

Engine roaring, Chance speeds on as he continues his search for those controlling the Black Lanterns.

Shen and Apollo

"What happened?" Shen asks as she approaches Apollo.

He doesn't look up. "Bendix. I got separated from the Midnighter. Let's keep searching."

The Midnighter

He exits the cockpit, and smiles. Now he's the hunter. And he can live with that.

Ghost Rider and Jackson King

((Where are they now?))

John Taylor

I sigh.

"Appeasement isn't going to do us any good. It didn't work with Chamberlain, it didn't work with Lilith, it didn't work with the Walking Man...and it won't work now. We still need options."

Shotgun Suzie

Greed and curiosity replaces paranoia, as Suzie gleefully rips into the package like a three-year old on cocaine.

[Gulping]

The Stig

*Underneath Facility. Found Something. Monster. Immune To Weaponry. Destroyed Vital Systems On Fighter. Freed Bydo From Force Device, Broke Safety On Wave Cannon.*

You produce another projector and replay the footage that you got of the confrontation.

*Best Outcome Is Monster Destroys Bydo And R-Type Before Either Can Go Off. Worst Outcome, Bydo Absorbs R-Type's Energy, Consumes Monster, Then Rest Of Planet.

Can't Do Anything But Wait, See What Happens. Get Ready To Run.*

Ironheade Presents: Eddie Riggs and the Roadies

Ok. Everyone get into your positions. I'm Lead Guitar. Stills, Dante, you guys back me up. Scott, follow Killmaster's lead. Travis, Ramona, get on the control board and the synths. Gil, Kim, the drums. Should I use Nevan, then? You bet your ass you should. Have you SEEN the kit the other guys are sporting? That s**t is INTENSE. I figure that a demonic scythe-guitar that shoots friggin lightning bolts should go a fair ways towards making up the difference. I was thinking maybe you should use it, actually. You SAW how it reacted to you when you held it. You mean turn into a hot demon chick who immediately attempted to probe my tonsils with her tongue? Tempting, but I'm going steady with someone else already. Besides, you know how to handle her better than I do. I'll just stick with Clementine.

Actually, ever since you handed it back, it hasn't shut up about how crap I am at handling it compared to you. It's been pissing and moaning the entire time about how rough I am with it and how you held it in just the right way and how YOU know how to treat a woman whereas I obviously don't have a clue about such things because I am some kind of barbaric moron and the thing is just NOT. SHUTTING. UP. Seriously? Alright, if she's that insistent, I guess we can swa-MMPH *FACE SUCKING NOISES* Hi again, big boy. Still delicious, I see. *GASP, DEEP INHALATION* Could you NOT do that? Seriously?! That's a gooood question. Let me think abou-No. *MORE MAKING OUT SOUNDS* *STRUGGLING, WAVING HIS ARMS AROUND, BEING MOLESTED*

I feel inadequate as both a devil hunter and a man.
Alas! A dark temptress has struck down Sir Riggs, and at the most important moment possible! Oh cruel fate!
...Hey, Ramo-NO SCOTT, WE ARE NOT MAKING OUT ON STAGE. Actually, I just wanted to ask you if you think we're that attention-grabbing when we make out. I don't know how to respond to that. Give me a minute.
Stupid Naomi, stupid Eddie, stupid synthesizer, stupid control panels, stupid knights, stupid trucks, stupid sexy demonesses who want to make out with people who aren't me, stupid...
Dante, take my guitar. I'm gonna try and take Ed's. Are you actually going to do that, Stills, or are you going to try and muscle in and steal Nevan for yourself? I'm gay, so yeah, I'm going to take the guitar. Huh. Alright, nevermind, then.

Why the hell is my text THIS color? I don't even wear light blue. I've never been associated with light blue; so why do I get the light blue text? It's probably because I was already given red. I apologize, Miss Pine. Just shut up and get ready to drum, spider man. I hear and obey, scary angry girl! Fear not, for we will truly rock this house, for we will play these songs like men! And women! And women who dress like men! And men who transform into demons! And women who transform into guitars! And- JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!

[The Tygre]

Elric
"It is the Gate and the Key, the Lord of All Time! I invoked him to ensure safe passage away, but I did not expect his summoning! The walls of this dimension must be cracking for him to answer so! But this gives us an opportunity; quickly! What do we need to do? What act would give us the greatest advantage over our foes?"

Quenthel
"Quite a foe. This world is tearing at the seams, and you appear to have settled in with much more ease than I. Tell me, where do we go from here"

[darkblade]

Oracle

"What are the chances of the monster reaching outer orbit? The Watchtower can accomidate a large civilian and hero presence."

***

Heartless

The remaining Heartless flee from Sylar, Thanos and the Lanterns but their presence still lingers even after they are long gone.

"Hoo! Hoo! They won't got far. Just waiting for us to leave ourselves open to assault." Mickey says forming up with the other Lanterns.

***

Dresden

"Not summoning an Elder God that will destroy the Tower for them might be a start." I snapped at the Elf.

[The Tygre]

Elric
"He is not a destroyer; he is the very foundation of the dimensions. He acts with a heavy hand, and he does not do so lightly!"

[darkblade]

Dresden

"He's what? The tower if the foundation of the worlds, I've spent the entire day getting lectured about that fact."

[The Tygre]

"Then the tower is but the building blocks; he is the mortar that holds it all in place, the cracks that run through dimensions, the space between the worlds."

[darkblade]

Dresden and Morbius

"We can use him to skip past the Tower's tests then? To get to the other worlds before the those seeking to destroy the beams." Morbius suggests.

"I don't like it. It's still an outsider and they are good things." I said shaking my head.

"We don't have any choice Dresden. In case you haven't noticed we're still traveling with Elric despte my sword's massive protests." Morbius challenges.

"A Knight of the Cross suggesting me be more morally ambiguous?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Harry Dresden suggesting caution."

"Touche but at the first sign of Lovecraft Mythos or Tentacle Hentai I'm blasting ugly."

[Colesign]

Solomon Kane

"Whatever this entity may be..." Solomon adds, squinting at...whatever it is.

"Any request we make of it should be carefully thought out and carefully worded.

Vin

"True." Vin agreed, averting her eyes. "A request relating to knowledge of the several options and choices we can make to save the universe might be the most effective thing we can ask of your Lord, Sir Elric."

She's heard tales of wish-granting demons, and takes care not to articulate a question that could be construed as being be directed at Yog Sohoth.

[Cracklord]

Darkseid, Kriea
Nekron recedes, leaving Wednesday once more in control. Abruptly the listlessness that had plagued him vanished, leaving Odin. For a moment he seems confused, then he finally comes to himself.
Odin stares at the New God. For a moment he seems to be thinking, as though considering the offer from all angles, then at last he speaks. "F*ck you." He says, with infinite gravity and self-confidence. "F*ck you, f*ck your demands, f*ck your offer, and f*ck the f*cking horse you f*cking rode on." He stands up, leaving the keyblade on the chair, and points one massive paw at Darkseid.
"You will die alone, unloved and unmourned. Your empire will crumble, your triumphs forgotten, your temples empty, your dreams unfulfilled." The words seem to hang in the ground, like prophecy, a terrible pronouncement that have a power of their own.
This isn't Odin, father of the Mighty Thor and king of the Asgardians. This is a shadow of a shadow, an avatar that has, through sheer bloody-mindedness and ruthless brilliance, attained Godhood on it's own.
"All I have is mine, and I will not let you take it."
Unnoticed, the Keyblade vanished from his throne, and with it collapsed an empire. Something, for a short while, would go on, but from here Odin's days are numbered.

Akuma
You are staring at eyes the colour of a winter sky. The face that framed them was old, deep lines carved on the features. A black and silver beard completed the picture. Another warrior.
"You're not ready to die." Kallad continues roughly. "Some like that come here. Defeat me, and you may live again. Many fight me, few win."

Vin, Harry Dresden, Solomon Kane, Michael Morbius, Elric
The greatest of the outsiders, the Key and the gate has formed. Congeries of iridescent globes, spinning in strange patterns and complex weaving , like strange galactic bodies.
"I Will Answer A Single Question." Yog-Sothoth says, so loudly the entire Tower seems to shake to it's foundations. The endless are insects beside this. "I Will Take A Payment Of My Choosing. Ask."

Light
Nothing could help you. I could make you stronger, but never as strong as he is. And if you are too good, you will be a threat. He does not like threats.
Sinestro is scanning the Carrier, waiting for the first sign of movement, a hint of where you are. Misa has stopped struggling and hangs limp, he pinched a nerve in her shoulder and knocked her out.

KM, Alexander Anderson, The Stig, Oracle
Bob rocks. "The spider can get anywhere. But it probably won't follow us up there. I hope." He's riding an emotional high, far to much so to be scared at the moment.
The Watchtower. A last resort. It has energy aplenty, but no supplies, no source of running water, no source of supplies, medical or food, and while it has room for maybe two thousand people, it will be very cramped. There is a reason you hold out in the cities for as long as possible.
But it's the best alternative you have.

Asuka
Light shines down on you, as the clouds part. And something descends. Reaching out your hands, you grasp a great key. You find yourself filled with childlike wonder at the sight of it.

Kamina and Ryoma
You catch up to Asuka and Yoda. You've also found the remnants of a Metroid Prime Hunter ship. You can use it to get where you need to be.

Quenthel
He smiles. "That depends entirely on who the King wants me to kill." He replies, belting the warpsword back on his hip to reduce the Daemons chill. Now his skin was hot, feverishly so, but it was better then the alternative.
"I imagine we'll know soon. Do you have anything to drink? I find myself with quite a thirst." You've got used to this. He always does after killing. He also has terrible taste in wine.

John Taylor, Fayt, Door, Sanya
"No. We don't." He says. He stands up. "I'll give you any support you need. You have convinced me." He says. He seems to mean it. Somehow you're not convinced he doesn't have an ulterior motive.

Dedede, Cheshire
You return to the asylum, then make your way to the prison, and see Kirby. He hasn't seen you yet.

Coop
The thing leaps on top of you, bearing you to the ground. There is a reason you weren't put in charge of the fighting, despite your millions of weapons and good piloting skills you aren't very good at actually fighting. The thing smothers the flames, with no oxygen for them to burn. Then you begin to creak. Given time, enough time, roots can push through almost anything, probing, finding weaknesses and exploiting them, making imperceptible cracks bigger. Sped up, it's doing to rip you to pieces, make it's way in, and throttle you.

Eddie Riggs and the Roadies
The crowd is staring at you, expectantly, waiting for their show. You have all you need to give the what they want, your stage is a monument to rock. The bones of Ormageddon have been made into the stage, massive monuments to metal have been constructed, it couldn't be more perfect if Eddie Riggs designed it. It bristles with weaponry, axes, cannons, flaming obelisks and chains.
But it will be hard. Quite a few of you have no experience with a live performance, and it's a serious band your competing with.
Lita Halford and Ophelia turn to look at you, both dressed for the occasion. "Lets do this." They both say in usion, and the Kilmaster begins strumming some cords.

Green Lantern Corps
Nothing, it's over quickly. Though that alone is strange, not even underground movement or other, logical explanation, accounts for this. The Heartless have all retreated.

Piccolo, Shen and Apollo
Your legs grow back with a spray of ichor and an unpleasant sound.

Jack T Chance
You come into the steel city, to find a plainly handsome, older man with maroon eyes and an Italian suit sitting on a parkbech, watching nothing in particular, his hands neatly folded. Alarm bells go off in your head as you get closer. Something about him is deeply unsettling, sending goose bumps all the way up your flesh.

Flandre
Your wings have begun to grow back, tiny nubs of flesh poking out of your shoulders. They are tender and sensitive, but soon they'll be OK again, and you'll be fine. Smiling, you look around, then hear a knock on the door.

Ghost Rider, Jaghatai Khan and Jackson King
You catch up to Darkseid to watch him, the Emperor and Kriea exist via Boom tube. Jaghatai is still on this side.

Midnighter
You step into a huge, underground room which stretches away in three directions as far as you can see. It was filled with seemingly endless isles of control panels and electronics equipment. Most of the panels were still and dark, but as you move you you see pilot lights coming on and here machinery cycling up.
Needles that hadn't moved in centuries suddenly jumped into green. Huge aluminium cylinders spun, spilling data stored on silicon chips into memory banks which were one more wide awake and ready for input.
Gigital, 3D displays of hard light indicated everything you could imagine, lighting up in bright, dot-matrices of red, blue and green. And from every directon came the deep, brass hum of generators and slo-trans engines awakening from their long sleep.
TV monitors, thousands of them stacked like a child's building blocks. Some sections of the vast video arcade were still dark, but many were on.
But in all this confusion, there is n sign of the Joker.

Azazel
Shax turns his head, so one inky pool stares at you. He acts as though uninterrupted, though he answers your question readily enough. "This soul is called Nicodemus Arcleone. He made a deal with the devil for another life. Now the Devil needs his service. But he is nothing more then a child, a babe in swaddled clothes. And so..."
Shax spreads his enormous, clawed hands, each arm and finger with three joints. "He needs to be made ready. And he needs a guide."

Zedd and Rita
Zim clears his throat loudly. "I HAVE A NEW PLAN!" He exclaims, then waits for you to express interest.

Optimus Prime
You come at last to the place. A concert is being prepared.

Blade
He starts up his motorbike, the ignition catching and the entire thing thrumming. Putting on his helmet he adjusts his sword and makes his way down the road.

[doliest]

Light
Light materializes above Sinestro and calls out, "Carrier. Reactivate gravity." Time to see if this would work.

Sylar
Sylar flies up, trying to find any signs of life. A building. A compound. Roving marauders, even.

Zedd
"Yes. Zim." He didn't want to put up with the Irken, but better to hear and reject than ignore him until he tried it anyway and got them killed.

[Cracklord]

Light Yagami
He falls five feet, at a bad angle, twisting his leg, and still has his back to you. Misa slips from his grasp, and the light has made him disoriented. This is you best chance to do some damage. But he'll react in moments.

Sylar
Nothing. Not a thing. The buildings are all empt, the power is all stopped, the plants are all dead or wilting.

Zedd
He puffs out his chest. "I am destined to conquer Earth and claim it in the name of the Great and Mighty Irken Empire! And now these monsters dare to damage it! It is my planet to rule with an Iron Fist, not theirs to destroy! These creatures by their own idoicy have prevented me from carrying out my appointed mission for the Allmighty Tallest!" That doesn't seem to be a plan. It just seems to be a megalomanic rambling.
He then pulls out an energy weapon he's been designing for the past three months. He begins to struggle under this massive weapon, three times his own weight and size. Buckling under the massive weapon, he accidently pulls the trigger at the ceiling. A beam of energy erupts out, burning a tremendous hole in your throne rooms ceiling.

Godzilla
This is your second enemy. You've already destroyed half the casino's in Vegas, torn the Strip apart and knocked down almost every single of the giant replicas and models around the place, as well as causing more collateral damage and loss of life then can be believed.

Shotgun Suzie, Ash
You open the first box. It takes a lot of straining, grunting, and finally a crowbar, but at last you pry away the lid. You both gasp at what you see.
An Eviscerator.
An Eviscerator is a form of obscenely oversized chainsword, favored by 'Redemption Cults' in the Imperium of Man. This particular one has a long and glorious history, and was previously a relic held by the 'Little sisters of the immaculate chainsaw'.
It's powered teeth are diamond tipped to keep their razor sharp edge, and the weapon makes an angry buzzing sound as the teeth spin around, intensifying into a high pitched scream as they grind into armour. It has also been fitted with a small flame-thrower called an Exterminator to aid in combat and add yet more to their mortifying reputation, as there is little one can do to avoid such a thing.

[darkblade]

Asuka

"Look a ship!" Asuka shouts running towards the abandoned vessel and getting it.

She waits for Kamina and Ryou to catch up to her. "Do you think it can combine with the mecha, I know it's crazy but nothing else has made any sense today."

***

King Mickey

"So where now? I've never been this far from the Castle when on this world." Mickey asks of the Green Lanterns.

***

Darksied

"I have no illusions Odin. As long as free will exists in the multiverse I too in turn shall fall like you in time. We Gods exist upon the whims of the insignificant worms we lord over." Darksied explains.

"It is one of the universe's great ironies but it is still the way things are. The first world died under their own ignorance of what they were, your kind slaughtered the second world in a fit of jealousy and humanity abandoned your Third World just as you reached your peak. As we speak the Fifth World grows stronger ready to topple my own throne, that Key you carry and the council you apointed is proof enough of that." The Dark God continues pointing out Palpatine but not letting Wednesday know that his Keyblade is gone yet.

"What you are doing is against the order of the multiverse, the multiverse has forces to correct errors like you. Yeild your powers unto Darksied and you may return to your Valhalla unhindered."

***

Dresden and Morbius

"How many licks does it-ugh." I begin to ask in a mocking manner when Morbius elbows me in the gut.

"Don't even joke. We can't afford to fail here Dresden."

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
He sits there passively. For all his knowledge, he knew nothing of rescue plans. Nor did he care. All he wanted to do was go to the next world to protect the beam for the Dark Tower. The needs of the many and all that what.

Coop
"OK, monster. You've teleported me to a lifeless planet, you've prevented me from getting a Mega Slush, you've doused my flames, and now you're trying to destroy MY robot!" Coop yells. Jamie and Kiva would have pointed out that two of those things were, in fact, Coop's own doing. He doesn't care, though. He pushes three buttons again. The first is his Ice Blaster, which covers everything around the robot in liquid nitrogen, freezing it to the core. The second is his Atomic Disruptor Cannon, which, powered up by Getter, is now able to go through exactly anything in it's path, opening up a hole the width of Mazingetter's chest plate. The third button he presses is his Reflex Cannon, which summons the bow of the Macross from the chest cavity and opens up two cannons, which fires hyper condensed dimension energy at the plants, which he sprays in a circle thanks to the openings by the ADC (if that worked). Coop may not know how to fight, but damn does he know how to destroy.

Flandre
She's grown up a bit since her last excursion in the human world. Not physically, of course, but emotionally. She's not the insane little kid she used to be. So she politely goes up to the door and opens it.
"Hello and welcome," she says to whoever it is.

[nanobot_swarm]

Akuma
Akuma nods, "Very well, make the first strike." He takes a defensive stance and waits to see what his opponent will do.

Godzilla
The slot machine grabs onto Godzilla's head, and the monster responds by bring its head up, and trying to grab the slot-machine-monster, and throw it off.

???
It has found a new world to conquer, a cruel alien being, traveling through space at great speed, has discovered the pale-blue dot we call Earth. With no hesitation it enters the stratosphere and begins to orbit the Earth, spying out targets to attack, and destroying any satellites it comes across. Eventually it enters a decaying orbit and makes its way down, aiming towards a large city it had spotted, New York, believing it to be the capitol of the inhabitants of this planet. By now NORAD, the Pentagon, and every other radar imaginable has picked up this massive object, and any pilots of jets deployed to investigate, will get a nasty surprise.

[AnimeKid]

KM

She nods, "The Watchtower is our best bet for safety, though it only a temporary solution."

Fayt

Seeing that thier business was concluded Fayt leaned over to John and whispered, "So what do we do now, also Ash and Suzie left a while ago should we be worried."

[Colesign]

Sanya

"Dobroe." Sanya says. "So, where's our next destination? I frankly feel we need to figure out how to make Miss Door here safe from her assailants."

He nods at Door. "You've been quiet. Is there anything you want to say?"

Vin

"Well, that's ominous." Vin said. She almost tries asking Yog Sohoth what the price of his choosing will be, but holds off.

"Elric." She says finally. "Since you summoned it, it falls to you to ask the question. I would recommend asking for knowledge that will give us the means to effectively save the Tower, and reality by inclusion."

[darkblade]

Oracle

"Once there I can work on contacting off world allies for safe passage. Ran, Thanagar, Tamarian, Oa if I have to but I really don't like those big headed egotists." Oracle explains.

"Did you try feeding some of it to Kirby?" She then asks.

"No they didn't. They wouldn't even let me chase it." Kirby says stubornly.

[The Tygre]

Elric
"Very well. Knowledge it is; it will do us little good to charge into the tower blind."

Elric prostrates himself before the Infinite Spheres, speaking in the oldest language he can pronounce, hoping it soothes the Outer God. The Melnibonean requests, "Lord Yog Sothoth, Master of Time and Space, Father of Years, Void Between All Things, hear my plea! Together, we share a foe! Together, we stand against a storm that would topple the tower of your design! We stand against the controller, the master of the one named Bella Cullen! We ask thee, o Lord of Magic, He Who Sees With the Stars, who has been the likes of Hermes, Odin, and St. Michael! Grant us knowledge, bestow unto us the power to conquer that enemy! Unveil the secret of its destruction! IA! IA! Yog-Sothoth!"

Kreia
"This creature is a god? I am left to wonder then why I have been denied divinity. I have crossed worlds and the barriers of death, birthed monsters and heroes alike. With but a thought I can conjure armies and snuff out souls like candles in the wind. And I can do all this without sacrificing my dignity and mind like a drunken fool. Go back to the shadows, beast. Your passing was not and idle coincidence."

Quenthel
The High Priestess sighs and steps out. She still carries Drizzt's armor, and wraps her cloak around herself for warmth. She spits out, "I would not be joining you on this little outing if I did not need to know more about this world. And if you are getting drunk, I'm going to make sure it's on something decent. I tire of this 'Boo-duh-wiser'; it tastes like rothe sweat."

[Murkus]

Azazel

Azazel's mouth moves in a slight 'ahhh' motion without actually making a noise. "Would that be Nicodemus himself? The Denarian?" Azazel clasps his warty claws together. The goat seems interested. "Fine. I will retrieve his soul. Do you have any further knowledge of those who poached him from us? Their location, perhaps?"

Azazel, before Shax can respond, gives a brief, barking call in the language of demons. In mere moments, the shrouded forms of two dozen lesser demons suddenly surround Azazel, some of his personal soldiers.

He figures that if these people managed to poach a soul from perdition, he may well need reinforcements.

[doliest]

Sylar
Hm. He activates his communicator, "We're in a dead world. Nothing lives here; not in this area. I don't know why we came here, but we're on the wrong world, I think."

Light
Light kick's Sinestro's mouth with a large amount of force. He wasn't trying to hurt the man badly, and he doubted he just had. No, what he wanted was to draw blood.

Zedd
Zedd looks down at the Irken and seems about to zap him, "If the slot monster fails, Zim, you're going down there. If you blast my roof again, you'll be going down there...at your current size!"

Ash
Ash looks at it greedily, "I'm the boy! Packing 50 pounds of heavenly joy!" He grabs the chainsaw, smirking as he imagined using it on....well lots of things, really.

[Gulping]

The Stig

*Scanners Indicated Monster Did Not Actually Exist, At Least As Ordinary Matter. Seemed Ancient, Primordial. Possibly Predates Known Format Of Reality.

Not-Bydo's Ability To Consume Monster Questionable.*

You turn away for a moment and start thinking. There's very little left for you to do here, realistically. You can't actually hurt the spider thing, and you don't want to try, given what taking another shot at it would entail.

*Oracle, Could You Call Some Form Of Assistance To Aid Evacuation? Transfer Population To Watchtower, Then Somewhere Else. Portal Capability Is Extant.*

Ironheade

GWAH! Alright, enough. We have a show to do. If we don't perform, everyone out there is going to be super pissed at us, and then they're going to get violent. So what you need to do is just calm down, and then you, me, and Ophelia can talk about this after the show. Alright? Oh, alright. Hit me, you stud. *CHANGING BACK INTO GUITAR NOISE* Nice.

OK! Are you guys ready to rock?

"YEAH!"

And you guys in the crowd! Are YOU ready to rock?

"YEAH!"

Then let's ROCK!

And we played the first thing that came to our heads... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4an3rpucSos&feature=related)

Ryoma

"Honestly, I think that the G-3 might just eat this ship, and assimilate whatever the hell systems the thing has into itself. After a certain point, Getter just starts doing that." Ryoma walks in and sits down in the pilot's seat, starting up the engines even though he's never even seen the ship before.

Ryoma pilots Getter, which is one of the most fiendishly complicated machines ever created. The fact that he can handle that means that engineers have yet to make a control system that he can't use intuitively, and even if they did, Getter would just tell him how to use it anyway, so to hell with it.

"Ok, everybody sit down and strap in. We're going to find the fat guy and Getter, then we're getting off this planet, and then I'm just going to blow the f**ker up and be done with it. Whatever's here isn't worth dealing with frickin' invisible aliens and plant-bitches."

As soon as everyone's in, Ryoma takes off, getting as high as he can manage without getting ruined by the terrifying magnetism, and blasting off in search of his real machine.

[darkblade]

Oracle and Kirby

"I'll have you know that Not-Bydo also doesn't exist in your primitive mortal definitions of the word. I am the fear of all sentient beings mainifest." Kirby snaps.

"If you comes up you can try eating it before we evacuate then. Until then be quiet I got work to do." Oracle says opening a full comm channel across every safe house left in the world.

"Listen up, we may have another Class Omega threat coming in Gotham. The Spectre failed to even harm it. When finished here it will come for the rest of you I need a full census of all surviors and assement of your supplies I am working out the evacuation plan to get as many of us off world as possible. Any questions?"

With that done she attempts to contact as many allied alien worlds as possible asking for safe passage of human refugees.

[industrious]

Shotgun Suzie

Grinning at the sight before her(and more than idly considering killing Ash to take it for herself), Suzie rips into the other package.

John Taylor

"Right. At the very least, I'll want Tommy Oblivion. Sorry, Larry, but his gift could be useful. Who else..."

I run through the list of Powers and Dominations in the Nightside. Who I could, or couldn't use. Walker's old goons, mostly.

"I want three of the Reasonable Men as backup, in addition to Eddie, Suzie, and Dead Boy. You wanted me to be the Voice of the Authorities, so now I'm telling you what to do. Larry, get the Little Sisters of the Immaculate Chainsaw started on looking for Julien; we're going to need his guidance. Check the Fortress; if he's gone to ground, the UFO abductee's group is heavily defended and completely insane-it's a haven for people who've been targeted. Annie, find out what you can from your contacts. Everybody else, get the Nightside prepared for something on Lilithian proportions."

I wonder at what I'm doing. Tommy was nice enough; a good kid, really. The youngest Oblivion brother, specializing in cases that may or may not have existed. It was an act, really, but he sort of did believe in it. I saved his life, several times, and nearly killed him once as well. His gift would definitely be useful; his logic was infallible. Literally; I've seen him talk golems into vanishing into bursts of improbability, among other things. A real idealist.

The Reasonable Men were Walker's old hit squad. Battle magicians, trained by the finest tutors. Nothing subtle about them, though, which was a small mistake, but theoretical bullets and gouts of flame and chaos magic were good enough in the battlefield. Some people just couldn't understand creativity.

I turn to Fayt.

"The only thing we should be scared for is the rest of the Nightside. Nobody messes with Suzie. Not even if she was on the Street of Gods collecting a bounty."

Green Lantern Corps

"Ring, scan for lifesigns."

Jack T Chance

He stands before the man, gaze level, cigarette in his mouth, feet shoulder-width apart. If this were a Western, there would be brambles rolling between them.

"Hands where I can see them, buddy. I'm taking you in."

The Midnighter

Great. Tech stuff. He wasn't any good with tech stuff.

"Midnighter to Christine. I need you down here; there's a whole maze of high-tech **** for you to snatch info out from."

Jackson King

"****; we lost the maniac. Door: Wherever the hell they just went."

[Cracklord]

Darkseid, Kreia
"Don't flatter yourself. You could never have built what I have. Your as much a has been as I am. Today is tomorrows yesterday, and nothing you can do will change that."
He's himself, for the first time since he took over the organization. A large part of him wants to cut his winnings and leave, but he's greedy. Too greedy for his own good.
"All that's left of me is Thor, who sold out Asgard to be a human. I can't bear the sight of him. What will be left of you, Apokolips? Who will remain when your time comes?"
He spits on the floor. "You come begging gifts? I give you your life, nothing more! Now go before I take that as well!"
He stares at Kriea. "Being a God isn't a matter of power. Anyone can be a king, all you have to do is say you are, and if no one says different then king you are. Gods are different."

Flandre
It's Remilia Scarlet, your sister. And she's excited.
"He's here, he's here!" She's bouncing up and down, she's so excited.

Coop, Asuka, Kamina, Ryoma, Yoda
You arrive at the mecha, just as Coop uses more Dakka to destroy the chlorofiend. You've maimed the planet, almost beyond repair. Whether Ivy can force it to recover is work for another day. Ahead, you can see the skyline of the organization headquaters.

Quenthel
"Drunkeness is not a state, it is an experience." He replies shamelessly, with a kind of cheerful gravity that you find infuriating.
"And you keep me around because you need a big, strong male to work for you, not because I know anymore about this then you."
With that he sits down and opens the icebox. There is no shortage of chilled alcohol, but as usual Malus had been less then discerning, simply taking as much red as he could find.
There is a knock on the door at this point.

Elric, Vin, Solomon Kane, Dresden, Morbius
Yog-Sothoth rotates a few times, the spheres turning and changing, lights flickering and changing color.
For a moment there is a figure like Bella, or rather like a girl who wished she looked the part of Bella. The same features, or similar at least, the same hair, even the same look of blank incomprehension as she waited for another thought to arrive, but she had let herself slip into middle age, and surrendered whatever beauty she once possessed. This form slips away like a shell. Beneath it is another shape entirely.
A loathsome hag in a faded red gown, mostly bald, with whisps of scraggly grey hair clinging to her skull like mist on a rock. Once she would have been heavily built, but now the wrinkled skin of her face hung loose over the folds of her neck. Her eyes were rheumy, and one was marred by a grey cataract. The that slips away and for a moment you get the impression of a black, carapace, with a twitching thing inside. Then that's gone as well, and you're back in the Tower. Two words remain in your head, Stephanie Meyer.
"It Makes It's Lair Not In The Tower. But The Tower Is A Gateway To All Places." The Elder Thing says, slowly, as though having trouble explaining even the most simple of concepts in a manner you can understand. "To Ascend The Tower May Undo The Damage, And Perhaps Even Reverse The Harm She Has Done In Her Ignorance. But The Final Room Is Locked, And Must Remain So. As To Where She Is, She Exists But Has Not Been Drawn Out. As Her Extensions Are Killed, She Will Be Forced Into Corporeal Form."

Oracle
No response yet. You're left hanging.

Light
Sinestro turns, faster then you would have believed possible, and catches your flung fist, twisting your arm behind your back just to the point of pain.
"And you were doing so well. Then you stopped trying. Perhaps you realized you could never win, but that does not seem right." He twists further. You have to fight a scream. "Perhaps you thought you were doing too well, and sought to play to my ego. I think that is likely." He pulls further. You feel your elbow dislocate. The pain is intense, and your other arm is still unusable.
"You may have taken one world, but I am Sinestro. The entire universe quakes at my name. Against me, you are as helpless as a worm fighting an eagle. Do you understand?"

Green Lantern Corps
Nothing. Dead world, but a few plants. And even they aren't alive in the meaningful sense, so much as going on.

Jack T Chance
"Talk. There is so much of that, and so little has any real meaning. People filling the gaps between thoughts, nothing more. People talk to save effort of thinking, of really seeing their problems. Look at you, an urban cowboy ready to confront an evil-doer, take no prisoners. A man so obsessed with his pitiful code that he forgoes self examination and real reflection, becoming nothing more then a walking cliche, an insult to the plethora of human development and experience. What would the two of us have to talk about?"
He says, standing up and raising his hands. "What point of commonality could we reach?"

The Midnighter
Christine steps out from a portal behind you. She gazes around wordlessly. Her eyes glimmer like a girl being given an entire stable of ponies. "Oh my." She says quietly.

Jackson King
No response. The Carrier can't get you into the central world.

[darkblade]

Mickey

"You rings won't find anything. Only the dead live here." The King says using the power of the ring to hold himself at eye level with the other heroes.

"The leaders will be stationed in the Castle near the center of this mass of dead worlds."

***

Dresden

Well now at least we know who the true source of all this is but nothing else we didn't already know. "So what's the price?"

***

Darksied

((Didn't Thor commit suicide in American Gods?))

"My Twilight is not for a long time Odin. Your's is here and now." Tapping into the Omega sanction Darksied pushes the flow of time backwards to before Odin had begun sacrificing worlds to himself.

"Perhaps my Third World lore is lacking but weren't you supposed to be noble? A God of honourable conquest and yet you sink to stealing sacrifices from other Gods to sacrifice to yourself. Pitiful."

***

Oracle

"Damnit. No responses anywhere. Bob is there anyway for you to leave that Skull?"

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
"Who's here, sis?" she asks, wondering what all the fuss was about. She still knows little to nothing about what goes on outside her room, and she is starting to like that.

Coop
"YEAH!" Coop yells, pumping his and the robot's fist. He then sees the others coming.
"Oh hey, guys! Just had to beat up a biomass creature thing to nothingness. The robot is fine, though."
He turns the robot back to its original form and resumes his normal position as "right gunman".

[Cracklord]

Flandre
"Alucard!" She squeals happily. "Great Grandaddy!"

Dresden
No answer. The Outsider is fading. You begin to think that you got out lightly, before you notice Vin fading as well.

Darksied
((Yeah, but The Mighty Thor did not. Odin is part of world three, where his pantheon is the The Asgardians of Marvel fame, an extra-dimensional race of beings who were worshiped by the Norsemen as Gods. The rest of the Asgardians are dead, except Thor and him. He is but a shadow of a shadow who by virtue of theft has become a god once more.))

"That's something modern humans who think they are civilized made up. I was about death and survival. I was about defying the creeping end by any means that could be done. I was about the death of the world. Honor? I was the cold, the creeping night, and horned headed warriors who lotted and burned. I was death." He stops speaking as you begin your subtle attack.
Odin feels what you are doing. For a moment he is silent, then he's whispers something, his voice cold and quiet, like a chant. The one counter-attack that would work."
"A fifteenth. I know the name of all the Gods. Every damn one of them."
You feel Apokolips change, as he says three words, three words that should never be spoke and manage to cause fear even to you. Because as he says them, you know something better left undisturbed has been woken up. You know your empire as just been taken from you, and given to one you cannot fight or defeat. One who has every reason to hate you. You know he just began your twilight.
"I name your name. Yuga Khan, Awake!"

Oracle
Glowing lights filter out, in a cloud, and the Spirit of Intellect looks up. "I'll expect more payment for this."

Azazel
"He was reborn as one Nicolas Oliver, born to Sam Oliver, one of the Devils least promising sons. And now, we wish to put him to work. None of the Denarii have made their way to him despite a few efforts, so we decided to bring in an independent contractor."
He strokes his beak. "You are to help him as necessary until we can arrange for him to find the fallen. Advise, knowledge, and the like. Also, do your very best to make Sam suffer before you kill him."

[Colesign]

Sanya

"When we've assembled your team, Taylor, where's our destination?"

[Cracklord]

Vin
You are fading, as your body is taken from it's location and tossed across the cosmos. Yog Sothoth decided you were the price, and now you soar through time and space, helpless in it's grasp.

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
"Yay, he finally came to visit!' she almost squeals, running out the door with Remi to see Alucard. It's been so long since she's seen him. In fact, she couldn't even remember his face now.

[doliest]

Light
Light doesn't mention that the Death Note would let him kill Sinestro. That one drop of the man's blood would let him kill him. That he could see just how long he had left in his little life. No, Light mentions none of this, for the knowledge alone protects his ego, "Of course. Sir."

[Cracklord]

Light Yagami
"Then welcome to the Sinestro Corps." A ring, bright yellow like gold, is placed on your finger.


Light Yagami, You Are ABle To Bring Fear, Obedience And Order. Welcome To The Sinestro Corp.

Flandre
A tall man wearing a red coat and floppy fedora. Red the color of dark wine, or dried blood. He smells of blood, like iron and copper and fear, a tangy sent that nearly drives you crazy. Sunglasses hide his eyes, a smile that sends chills up your spine illuminates his pale face, and he seems to go up forever, standing miles above you. He's much too tall.
"So this is little Fandre." He says in a voice like razored silk. You're not sure you like that voice. It seems cruel. "To think."

[Murkus]

"Very well." The goat is grinning now, a grotesque mockery of the human facial expression. He likes the sound of all this. "I am to end Sam's life as painfully as possible, take 'Nicolas', and guide him towards serving us. This'll be a piece o' cake."

He turns to his soldiers, one eye still locked on Shax. "Goodbye, Shax. See you around."

Another bark, and the wispy demons form up. Unless the Marquis has any other instructions, the lot of them will take off into the 'sky', back towards the mortal realms.

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
She looks up at Alucard, a look of awe on her face. So this was her legendary ancestor, the first of the tree.
"Hiya, Grandad!" she chirps, her childlike giddiness returning as she hugs his leg.
"So what brings you all the way to Gensokyo?"

[Cracklord]

Sam, Azazel
The apartment is small but well cared for. An apartment that has a lot of love put into it if nothing else. Andie is in the kitchen, humming to herself, Nick is in the cradle, brooding at coming so close to escape then missing by inches, and Sam has just returned from work and is in front of the television.
None of them see the insubstantial demons come up through the floor like Smoke, even Sam. He's too engrosed on what happened, and trying to figure out what he should be doing. He doesn't want Andie to see it, but the circumstances terrified him.
It occurs to you that Sam would make a very good host, considering his predige.

Flandre
A long arm, with a white glove decorated with pentagrams on the end, lowers to pat you on the head, mussing your hair and displacing your bonnet. The Touch sends electric tingles down your spine, and make you shiver. It's the touch of a seriously powerful being.
"You do, little Flandre." He replies, the voice so deep it makes your teeth vibrate in a pleasant way. "I came here for you. I am to hunt. I thought I would bring you along."

[darkblade]

Dresden

"Vin!" I called out towards the fading woman but she was gone by the time I could do anything.

Remember what I said about chivalry? This was it manifest, I was willing to deal with the grey area of summoning an outsider within what technically was part of the Nevernever but when that summoning results in the possible death of an innocent girl then there will be hell to pay. I drew forth my blasting rod and pointed it at Elric. "Call it back now."

Morbius reached out to grab my arm but I shoved him off. "Dresden, calm down. Vin knew the risks, she knew she might not make it just as you and I."

"With all due respect Morbius. Shut up. You know his sword is evil and now he's dealing with outsiders, if I am to deal with this son of a bitch anymore it will be on my terms."

***

Darksied

"No it can't be." Darksied steps away slowely from his Father, the rightful ruler of Apokalips a position only occupied by Darksied because Yuga Kahn sought power beyond the Source Wall, and these dead worlds surely were beyond the Source.

"You were sealed into the wall again and I killed Mother with my own bare hands. You can't be here."

***

Asuka

Asuka retakes her gunman position and watches the world out in the distance. "I...I just want to go home."

Her eyes tear up slightly, this was not what she was supposed to be doing, she was supposed to be battling Angels as part of a larger unit of EVA pilots. Dead alien worlds, zombies, and radioactive lizards do not fit into this plan.

***

Oracle

"What do you want for payment?"

[Murkus]

Azazel wastes no time. As the other demons disappear throughout the nearby town, taking random hosts and planting themselves in case of later developments, a black cloud shoots towards Sam's mouth. Unless he has some special protection or resistance, it will shove itself violently down his throat and take possession.

His eyes flash a gold-yellow for a brief second, then return to normal. He turns, glancing towards the crib, and then stands.

Azazel makes his way over to the kitchen, humming the tune along with Andie.

[Cracklord]

Oracle
"We'll talk about that after I'm done." Bob replies.

Darksied
The tremendous god looks at you, but doesn't see you. He's raging, raging at something that happened a long time ago. His own obsession that eclipses even yours.
"I was so close!" he roars, pounding his fists together. "And yet still the sought to thwart me! I will not be denied!" With that he boom tubes to Apokolips.

Odin watches out of his remaining eye. "I let him out. I can put you in. Do you understand, New God? I'm not some spirit you can dismiss and call at you leisure. Do not underestimate me."

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
She was going to go out hunting with the most powerful vampire, her Grandad, and that was the entire reason why he came out here? Chills of excitement join in with the fear as she smiles wide. Aside from Remilia and Sakuya, no one really cared that much for her.
"Alright, Grandad! I promise I won't get in the way!" she says, looking up at him as an ant does a skyscraper.

[darkblade]

Oracle

"If it involves my clothes you can stay in there. Otherwise head to Black Gate prison on the other side of the bridge and see if you can see anything going on."

***

Darksied

"This is far from over Odin." Darksied warns before opening a Boom Tube to Thanos and the Lanterns.

"I have located their leader, he is an Old God but a situation has arisin on Apokalips. I will take you to him and then I must take my leave."

[Colesign]

Vin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_QEBeTa37M)

Vin tumbles through space and time, all askew and freaked out.

"Whaattttthhheeeeehhhhhheeeecccccckkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!" She shouts, as she tumbles through the very Fabric of Reality Itself.

(Is there anyway to reassure Dresden that Vin's alright?)

[Cracklord]

Vin
((And what makes you think she's alright?))

You feel a twist in your gut as you come to survey the place in the cosmos you have been left. What you see is ugly beyond any point of refference, and you've seen quite enough to have more then you'd like to draw back on.
The land has been fused and blasted by some terrible cataclysm. The surface was distorted black glass, humped into spalls and twists that couldn't be propperly called hills and twisted downward into deep cracks and folds that could not be rightly called valleys. A few stunted nightmare trees flailed twisted branches at the sky, trying to grab at it like the arms of lunatics.
Here and there clusters of thick ceramic pipes jutted through the glassy surface, of the ground. Most seemed dead or dormant, but a few glowed with will-o-the-wisps, as though figures held ghostly lanterns in the murk. Others held gleams of eldritch, blue-green light, as if titanic forges and furnaces ran on in the bowels of the earth, stoked by nameless things.
A fissure zigzagged close by, like a dead riverbed...except it wasn't dead. Deep inside lay a thin thread of deepest scarlet,pulsing like a hearbeat and branching away into other, smaller fissures.
A fiery fountain erupted in the distance, spewing flaming rocks and stringy clots of lava upward.
But behind that brooded a great tree, that would tower above any manmade structure, wood like polished ebony, widespread branches the purple of deep bruise. Twisted roots clutch around the mound it is perched atop, one that looks unsettlingly loke a burial mound. In some stange, ineffable way, the tree seems to be watching you, and somthing suggests it's attention is a terrible thing.
There was something unutterably repulsive about the tree, though it was impossible to say what, exactly, caused this feeling. But at the same time somthing soft and insistant tugged at you, urging you towards it.

Oracle
"I'm open to negotiation..."

Flandre
"Of course you won't. You're true Nosferatu." He replies, lifting you up by the scruff of the neck as he would a kitten and setting you on a broard shoulder. Everyone seems so small from up there.
You are a daughter of Seras (there was an accident involving a failed contraceptive, a lot of alcohol and a time machine). You never expected to meet your grandfather, let alone like this.
Abruptly, you vanish.

Akuma
The dwarf shakes his head. "It is you who seeks to fight me. You must begin it." He seems calm.

King Ghidorah
The Authority have left, the Justice League reduced to almost nothing by Blackest Night, and the world stillshuddering from the invasion of the Heartless. They are in no position to strike you. All that remains to protect the world, in fact, is Light Yagami and Misa Yagami, alone aboard the Carrier.

Light Yagami
You spot the incoming form of King Ghidorah on the scouters of the Carrier.

Darkseid
Darkseid's hellish world as he floated above it on a flying disk was admirable in his eyes. There was order and pain, all of which was under his control. With the bright equation resting in his palm, the dark lord knew he could bestow such a blessing on the entire universe. It was destined to be so. But even that could not divert his attention from what he knew he would find on his throne.
His army had assembled around the palace, in perfect ranks, as Darkseid returned. Generals from his army and their slaves approached the fortress; falling on their knees begging for mercy to the being on the throne. His throne. But it was not him they were begging.
A figure seated on a throne of power in a world of fire and an ordered existence. All were slaves to the being in the shadows with red glowing eyes. All existence of life was torn down into order under his guidance. Yuga Kahn. Your father.
"Approach me my son." He demanded, little more then a slight shadowy impression visible of the terrible form, but that was more then enough to send any lesser being to their knees.

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
Sitting on Alucard's shoulder, she felt bigger than she had ever felt before. She was with the one man she both respected and knew was more powerful than her. And they were about to hunt together. She can't help but giggle a little as they disappear.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"We'll find you one, Asuka. After everything is said and done, I'll take you all wherever you want to go. But first, we have to deal with this base, and then smash through anything else that gets in our way.

Someone's trying to make holes in reality. It's our job to fill them back up."

Getter G-3 walks into the abandoned NERV complex. It's the only thing of any interest on this rock, honestly.

The Stig

*And The Situation Worsens Yet More.* You slump, slightly, and return to your ship. *Am Going To Patrol Surrounding Area. Look For Something To Fight. Frustrated.*

The engines flare to life as you take the 'Last Dancer' for a ride over Gotham. Maybe there will be an invading battalion of world eaters or some other nasty that needs blowing up.

Ironheade

Ironheade's setlist continues onward, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98I85ceICRM) Unfaltering in its progression from song to song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7nWwyC3AJI&feature=related) Some of them were songs that the band had planned on playing since before they received the invitation to the event, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRQEdYf3rd8) while others were spontaneous additions thrown in at the spur of the moment. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8Cxyd3VxbQ) Some of them were brought up by other band members, too. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9Tye_bzl9U) At one point Gilgamesh hijacked the Synth and told everyone to follow his lead, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aha5Vcshz2c) then Travis, after talking to Ramona, Ophelia and Nevan, took control of the show for a single song he said was very important. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kDQj6z51QQ)
After that, things got kinda weird as everyone went into some kind of weird fugue state. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu-IW8QDYt8) They kept the music going the entire time, of course, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUBwjyhRweQ) Although where exactly they were GETTING the songs from (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADaaTOIatEY) is subject to debate. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJTYp1tvd3Q) Only one thing was known for sure: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr_tXh4cqnI)

THE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fof2Zm71K9s) ROCK (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xzBm4nMTck) NEVER (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS_XWljtDXc&feature=related) STOPPED (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWzJd2YcyMY&feature=related)

[Colesign]

Vin

Vin gets to her feet, and looks around. "Dead wasteland, strange giant tree, Dead wasteland, and...Dead wasteland."

She sighs. "Looks like the tree is my destination..."

At the moment, she is completely alone: already she's beginning to miss Dresden, the man who's been with her since the beginning of her new life.

"When you're alone, no one can betray you." she mutters. "But you're alone."

She turns to face the great tree. "Keep moving forward. Survive."

She drops a horseshoe at her feet and Steelpushes herself into the air. Soon she's gliding across the landscape, horseshoes rolling her through the air like spokes on a wheel, heading towards the tree.

Solomon Kane

Solomon Kane draws a gun to back Dresden up, face grimm. "Lady Vin has vanished, whether into oblivion, or spirited away to another land. And it was your entreaty to your gods, Sir Elric, that caused this to happen!"

There's a moment of silence. Then Solomon Kane sheathes his gun, and gently eases Harry's blasting rod down.

"I can't speak for the others of our party. However, know that we will do our utmost to find Lady Vin and save this universe. And if your actions, Sir Elric, have caused her demise, then know you will not be long for this world."

Solomon turns away, and considers the Door of Metal.

[Cracklord]

Ryoma, Kamina, Asuka, Yoda, Coop
The NERV Base has no shortage of equipment. Any Halo weapons you like, any Halo vehicles you like, even medical supplies and the power armor the Spartans wear.
Nothing, however, to indicate to you what happened, what went wrong, were the Heartless came from. Then you turn a corner, and find yourself confronted with the form of Gendo Ikari, seated on a table, legs crossed, hands steepled in front of him and eyes flashing behind his glasses.

Oracle
You finally get a response. The Carrier.
...You never even considered the Authority.

[darkblade]

Mickey

Mickey steps through the Boom Tube left by Darksied first as if to check on it's safety for the other Lanterns.

***

Darksied

"I am not afraid of you." Darksied says approaching his throne.

"You were a King, Father. A terrible brutal Lord who ruled your expanse of space with a fist so strong that those under it could only pray for it to soften into iron but I Father am much more. I am many things Yuga Kahn but here I am God."

***

Oracle

"Damn skull. How did that wizard get any work done with you around?" Oracle sighs.

"Damnit, the sweater goes until your wizard comes to pick you up or a week whichever comes first. Take it or leave it." She snaps and then turns to machine.

It's not surprising until the mulitversal collapse The Authority hadn't been part of her world, it only had become part of it recently even though she'd never know that. "Carrier, I got a class Omega threat under Gotham. Requesting evacuation of as many civilian refugees as you can hold until the threat has been dealt with or a suitable planet is found for rehabitation."

***

Asuka

"No." Asuka whispers seeing Gendo.

"You're dead, the Heartless got you first. You weren't even in those cages."

***

Dresden

I didn't move my rod. I wanted a response from Elric. Without looking I warned Solomon.

"Careful with that door. I suggested metal because I figured if anything went wrong Vin could pull our asses away from the metal. Without her we're defenseless against whatever might be on the other side."

[Cracklord]

Vin
You land below hill, staring up at the tree. Thrust from the ground is a withered, gnarled hand, yelow notched, ancient fingernails on a bony, yellowed parchment like flesh. The hand is nauseating to look on, you feel gorge rise in your throat, and find yourself stumbling back, desperately averting your eyes.

Oracle
"Done." Bob replied, who was going to suggest a much tighter sweater and felt he got the best of the deal. "I'll go to Blackgate." With that he's gone, the lights gliding through the open window and into the city.
Misa is on the other end. Of course she is. Couldn't be Christine, who you rather liked, or Shen, who rather liked you. It couldn't be any of them, no, it had to be the bubbly pop icon who's only real tallent seems to be that she's married to Light Yagami, who makes you uncomfortable.
"We'll come over as soon as we can." She replies, talking about crossing dimensional barders as if it was nothing. "Just as soon as I ask Light."

Darksied
The form of your father stands up. He's a foot taller, and more human like, although nobody could mistake him for anything less then he was. he was a figure of barbaric splendor, a horned crown that added two feet to his already imposing height, a tattered cloak and ancient armor.
"Perhaps I should refresh your memory, son of mine." He says, in a quiet voice that makes Kalibak cringe and back away. Your father never rose his voice, not once. And so the throne room was always quiet, people straining to hear him.

Asuka
"You can never understand." He replies simply. "I was on the edge of death. And rather then give in, I chose a new earthly existence. I became this. Somthing different."

[darkblade]

Asuka

"You look like the same creep you were before?" Asuka isn't the brightest bulb in the box.

***

Oracle

"Misa is there someone else I can talk to? Someone um qualified?" Oracle asks making strangling gestures under the desk.

***

Darksied

Darksied doesn't flinch. "I will not bow to you. Never again."

[The Tygre]

Elric
"ENOUGH! You assume me to be the puppet master? Do you think I relish sending innocents to their doom? What in black Arioch's name makes you think I have control?! I spoke a name, little else! I did not expect -that- monstrosity to burst forth! I work nothing! I control nothing! Any one of us could have been taken, even me! Gods below know it should have been me. But now what do you want me to do? Call it back? Make another deal? Open your eyes; that will be another bargain, another life. You know this, nay, you -knew- that walking in. Surely none of you are so ignorant as to think that gods and demons give anything for free; you knew that there would be a price, a phenomenal one, and you chose to pay it. Look to yourselves; what of your magics? What of your spells and your invocations? Where were they? Gods, where are they -now-? The lady is gone; seek her out. But I have watched my own world burn by my own hands and none of my own heart. I will press forward; you can join me and pray that we meet your lady safe and sound again in our journeys, or you can rest on your laurels and tear at each others' throats. Either way, fye, fye on you and all your houses."

Quenthel
The High Priestess gets up, already scowling. She leans to the side of the door as she asks, "Who is there?" Already, Quenthel has cast a divination, and can see outside the door in her mind's eye.

Kreia
The Gray Jedi remains silent. She has no interest in family politics; she will hold her own until whoever it is that Darkseid called arrives.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"F**king great. It's YOU. Gendo F**king Ikari, the man who'd burn the world down for the sake of his wife. Oh yeah, I know about Yui, about Instrumentality, about SEELE, about everything. I know more about you and all your s**tty little plans than you have ever told ANYONE, Rokubungi. I have helped foil you and those greedy old bastards time and time again. I helped your son beat the s**t out of you when you got into a clone of Unit-01 and tried to stop the Alpha Numbers from reversing Third Impact. I have seen you get the ever-living f**k beaten out of you by my pet kangaroo, while you and your hetero life-mate tried to keep me on a leash in order to look good to Hayato and his friends, so that the old f**ks wouldn't notice until we took the gloves off and removed their faces with an axe.

And I remember one time, which stands out as the ONLY TIME I ever met you and didn't want to cave your face in with office equipment, where we both got absolutely loaded and ended up demolishing almost every bar in Tokyo-3 while in a drunken fugue state. They actually passed a U.N. resolution stating that the two of us were never to hang out together ever again without the supervision of a responsible chaperon. That was also the only time I ever saw Yui alive and not stuck inside the old purple people eater, come to think of it. Another reason to hate those f**king monsters. Because of what happened during the Contact Experiment, you end up being a scheming, self-absorbed, socially retarded prick, instead of being an awesome drunken-property-damage buddy."

Ryoma fishes out an M6D Magnum he pocketed, along with an indeterminate amount of other things that are not in evidence on his body, and levels the weapon at Gendo.

"But you're not that Gendo. You're just another a**hole that needs to be put down."

The Getter pilot pulls the trigger. Repeatedly.

[darkblade]

Dresden

I lower my blasting rod. "Fine you get by this time but no more outsiders. If we're lucky I can get us some reinforcments on the next world but they might not be as understanding."

"Anything with the Door Solomon?"

***

Asuka

"Wait what?" Asuka comes from well before Instrumentality in her world, in fact it never even got a chance to occur since her, Shinji and Gendo were taken by the Heartless. Rei isn't very proactive on her own.

[industrious]

John Taylor

I smile then, and tap the side of my nose.

"I have absolutely no idea. But I'll Find out!"

Puns. I am not a comedian. But if it annoys the Knight...

Shotgun Suzie

((Still waiting on package number the second))

Green Lantern Corps

"You heard Darkseid! Move out!"

They enter the boom tube then, fearing not for their lives, but for the multiverse. They acknowledge that fear, but do not let it control them. For they are the Green Lanterns. And they do not bow to fear.

Jack Chance

The stranger receives a haymaker to the face, and a pair of glowing green cuffs chaining his arms and legs together.

"I want philosophy, I'll talk to a philosophizer. I'm taking you in."

Jackson King

"Great. Let's keep searching, 'Rider. There's work to be done."

Shen and Apollo

((What's happening to them?))

The Midnighter

"Less admiring, more finding useful information, Christine. We can get this stuff back to the Carrier."

Sam Oliver

If he had so desired, Sam could have been the Antichrist. He was one of three of the Devil's sons who had rejected that honor; Merlin himself being the first, and Adam Young, the second. Had Sam desired power, he merely would have needed to wish for it; had he desired to become more than merely human, it was but a few words away.

But Sam did not wish any of those things. He was a good person, or at least tried to be. He was mediocre at many things, absolutely terrible at others. Sam lived a life of third-bests and hourly wages. And all in all, he was content. But while Sam would never score above average on an IQ test, he possessed enough common sense to realize his father's goals and desires. And how by not fulfilling said desires, Sam was baiting the Devil into unleashing wrath, of one form or the other. Therefore, in his new apartment, Sam had layers upon layers of protective runes and other symbols of protection. Holy water sprinklers in every room. Crosses on every doorknob and horseshoes above each door. And most important of all...circular patterned carpeting, large enough to fit a bed on. And Sam always kept to the circles.

Azazel finds his spirit repelled by the shape. And Sam grows aware of the demon's presence.

"You aren't getting near me or my family by subterfuge. Show yourself."

[Cracklord]

Solomon Kane
The door opens to a basic iron ring. Just a twist and a light push should send it open.

Jack T Chance
"When was the last time you did that?" He asks, seeming genuinely curious, still not resisting. Then suddenly he snaps his teeth, and the light falls apart. he rubs his wrists, and steps towards you.
"Never. So your response is fairly limited. An attempt to shut me up, by asserting your machismo. Obvious again. Why are you so afraid of my words? So desperate for me to stop speaking? A big, strong man like you should have nothing to fear." He's mocking you now.

Midnighter
"Right. Of course." She says, walking over to a monitor at random and trying to find something out. You hear a footstep behind you.
"I wouldn't do that." Says Lex. "At least, not unless you can breathe without air."

King, Apollo
(With Picollo)

Kreia
Are you still with Odin, or did you continue to follow Darkseid?

Ryoma
The bullets all stop an inch from him. A halo shield generator is protecting him from harm, though you come close to overwhelming it before the gun clicks empty chamber. He didn't flinch. Either he's not scared, or he doesn't care if you suceed.
"Really? I can't say I recall meating you. You don't seem like my type." He stands up. "Indeed, you seem like a self absorbed maniac who'd endanger the world for no other reason then because you can."
He leans over the desk. "I loved my wife. The world is empty without her. And a selfish man like you could never understand that, never know what it's like to live with half your soul missing. I'd do anything to bring her back."
He stands up, staring at you squarely. "Anything. Pay any price. Even my soul. Even my life, anything at all. And the five of you are the cost. Goodbye."

Quenthel
It's the big, blond form of the Tick-Tock man, a minor servant of the Crimson King. He's bare-chested, a machinegun slung over his back, a huge clock bouncing on his chest like a medalion.
It seems there is another figure for one of you to kill.

Oracle
"I might beable to put Light on..." She says haltingly, as she tries to decide which of the three things that occupy his attention is the most important.

Darksied
"Then what use are you?" Your father replies, and strikes you across the face, sending you off your feet and flying.
He rubs a hand thoughtfully. "I have become weak." He declares softly, striding after you and kicking Kalibak out of the way without a glance. About what you expect from him. You can't believe his blood.
"Or perhaps you've become stronger. You make an old man proud." He continues, stepping after you.

Green Lantern Corps
You appear in the Throneroom. Zexion and Odin are all that is left within.

Jackson King
A monorail seems to lead to the other world. It seems forced, as though super imposed over the actual world.

[The Tygre]

Kreia
((Yargh, I be with Odin.))

Quenthel
Quenthel whispers to Malus, "There are two men at our door. One is a servant of the Crimson King, the other I do not know. Both are armed. Were we expecting anybody?"

[Cracklord]

Quenthal
Malus puts down the bottle he was about to open. "Of course not. I suppose he has found somebody else he wants killed. You are the spider, you tell me." The Crimson King is clearly some favored servant of Lolth, your single meeting confirmed that. Which is the only thing that could make you serve him. You've considered yourself something of an expert in machinations, although if there is any point to his, you have not seen them.
With that Malus walks over to the door, and opens it, hand on his blade.
The Tick-Tock Man bows, knowing that to do otherwise would be painful. "Our master has another task for you." He says formerly.

Kreia
Odin stares at you next, scrutinizing you. "The answer you seek lies with him. The Anti-Life Equation will end your quest, and at long last kill the force. He is destined to find it, but will need help. Help that only you can provide." You don't ask why he's telling you this, or what he hopes to gain. You can tell he is being honest, and more then that, you feel elated, as at long last you feel your journey coming to a close.

Azazel
Three favors, Sam owes the Devil, in addition to his soul. Three.
One the devil used up, leading to Sams early marriage and the conception of Nick. Two remain. And you have been authorized to use one if neccesary. But Sam is no idiot. You'll have to approach this carefully, or you'll miss your chance and not be able to do this as you wish.

Shotgun Suzie, Ash
This box is very different. You open it... And find it's empty.
The propetier shrugs. "Ah. The time is not right. Perhaps next time you come it will be." With that he closes the box and pushes it under the bench.

[Colesign]

Vin

Vin back away from the creepy yellow corpse hand.

She looks around for anything else of note.

Solomon Kane

"Peace, Elric: Do not take me for a vain fool. There is always a price for power. And prayers are answered in strange ways. "

Solomon, in reply to Dresden, then says. "The best we can do, old friend, is hope that this door is the right one. Back away, you two. If it be an ill door, let it only take one."

Solomon turns the door ring and opens it.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"No, endangering the world just because he could was Kihl's deal. Don't compare me to him. After Third Impact got canceled, there were always a whole s**tload of documents that detailed everything you and SEELE did. Amazing what you can fish out of a digital copy of a dead woman."

Ryoma doesn't react to Gendo's jabs about how he's selfish and never knew what it was like to lose someone. Ryoma had lost a lot of people. More people than this Gendo ever had. That was the problem with being what he was; countless lifetimes' worth of knowledge and experience carried with it countless lifetimes' worth of loss, sadness, and pain.

Ryoma, however, could cope with his sorrows. He had several methods for doing so, but his favorite one, by far, was breaking things. And Gendo, even if he wasn't actually human anymore, was still a thing.

"Just shut up already, you a**hole." A long-hafted battleaxe flashes into Ryoma's hand, and with a single, impossibly swift movement, he lashes out at the former Supreme Commander of NERV, aiming to bisect him in some fashion.

[darkblade]

Mickey

Mickey and the Green Lanterns (probably Thanos too) come into the Throne room and the King's eyes widen.

"No! I watched you get shoved into a Black Hole. You're dead." He lunges at the God with his Keyblade forming a small shield with his ring on his other hand.

***

Oracle

"Misa this requires some important decesion making and your job is to do whatever Light tells you. Please put him on."

***

Darksied

The blow hurt, Darksied had not felt pain in a long time but he would not let it stop him. "Both, Father."

Darksied waits for Yuga to come closer and then unleashes a blow of his own.

[Cracklord]

Asuka, Kamina, Rymoa, Yoda and Asuka.
The axe is parried, a huge chip flying away to whiz back. Gendo is holding an single bladed sword, crackling with energy and carved out of wraithbone. It sends a jolt all the way up your spine, and you nearly loose your grip on the sword. Gendo isn't human anymore.
"I found this. Farseer Caeyrs left it, before we dragged him away and took his heart. He said it was sharp enough to cut the electrons off an atom. Lets test that, shall we? I do not regret my choices. Humanity is finished, this is the only path left open to me. But if you will not accept that and listen, then you will have to be taught."
Behind you, Nobodies fill the corridor. Four huge, broard shouldered figures, blank featured and seemingly composed of some strange, liquid metal, with suggestions of detail that might be armor, or at least gives the impression of armor, sloping, curved lines and an immense weapon shaped like a razor edged 'T', a cross between a sword and an axe. In front of them strode a pair of different Nobodies, with suggestions of robes lie a monk's habbit and their hands crossed beneath what might be their sleaves. Behind them stream thousands of soldier heartless.

Vin
Every direction you look is some new horror, many so terrible you long to claw out your eyes at the sheer perversion of this world. You can't think what could be done to turn a world to this, and you don't want to know. But for all the horror, none draws you as the tree did.

Solomon Kane, Dresden, Morbius, Elric
The door creeps open. Darkness lurks beyond. Apparently, so two does the Cullens, and the way to fix things. You hope so.

Darkseid
He staggers, your blow catching him on the jaw with a crack like thunder, but does not loose his feet, and follows up with a blow to your gut. Shockwaves from the force of the blow smash large potrions of the throneroom to dust, and again you are knocked from your feet.
"Perhaps you are right. No matter, I am still strong enough." He says, straightening once more. Unfortunately, that's the case. He's far stronger then you, stronger then that abomination Doomsday, stronger then anything you've ever encountered. As is only fitting. His blood flows through your veins, afterall.
Sidious has retreated to the place usually occupied by Desaad, the shadowy corned of the room, and watches the exchange through hooded eyes. It makes sense to him. One will stand, one will fall. Whoever wins will be the only one worthy of it.

Mickey
Odin catches the keyblade, not seeming to take much harm. "You've caused me a lot of trouble, Mouse. Every turn I take, you are there, slowing me. No longer. I will break you."

[Colesign]

Vin

Vin closes her eyes for the moment, and takes several deep breathes.

Then she turns towards where the tree is, and says. "Hello?! Is anyone there?!"

She swallows a fresh vial, and some more Atium, in case she startles something bad.

[The Tygre]

Quenthel
The drow opens the door ever so slightly, ready to slam it shut. Even now, it's only open enough to let words pass umuffled. Quenthel asks, "What is the task?"

Kreia
"My task is far more complex than that, Old God. I seek someone to surpass me, or a way for the Force to be surpassed. That I have seen it not once, but three times at least is a testament to its truth. I do not seek the end of all life; life can exist without the Force. Spontaneously. Haphazardly. At no one's whim but their own desire to live. That is what I seek, Old God; a universe where life reigns by its own hand, not by the unseen will of the Force."

Elric
Backing down, Elric readies himself for whatever may lay behind the door. If he has the chance, he will look for the girl Vin. That's if he survives, however. For now, mustering his courage, the Emperor of Melnibone begins to enter the darkness. He motions to his companions, "Come; on to death and glory."

[Cracklord]

Elric
You step through, into a sleepy American Town called Forks, Washington. A car zooms past, nearly crashing into you.

Vin
The hand blurs, faster then you can react even with your enhanced senses. Pain flairs as it closes around your ancle and grinds it to powder. The pain is excruchiating, but worse, you get a sense of what this thing is. A being beyond time,. who destroyed worlds with it's carelessness and nearly brought about the collapse of the multiverse, before it was saved by unlikely heroes.
The hand grips tighter still, and for a moment you think you'll lose your thought, then the roots of the tree move and the hand lets go, pulled slightly deeper back into the ground.
WWHHAATT AARREE YYOOUU?
You don't even notice you've hit the ground. The Tree is talking to you. The Tree, if it is a tree, is talking.

Kreia
Odin is now otherwise engaged, and won't be answering any further questions. The tube is closing, you'll have to hurry if you wish to persue this line of inquirey.

Quenthal
"His name is Dresden. He has gotten involved in something that he shouldn't have." The big man says, still not daring to glance up at you.
"The Crimson King wants him dead.

[darkblade]

Asuka

She may be a Goddess of death in a mecha but on the ground like this she is just an unarmed child. She turns tail and runs to the mecha, at least there she can do something.

***

Dresden

"Becomes just another story" I said following Kane and Elric through the door.

Morbius give me a look coming up the rear.

"Come on the Clash?" I asked, the living vampire shook his head.

"No love for the classics."

***

Mickey

"No. You will never harm another." Mickey says holding out his rung and blasting the force of his boundless hope into the God's face.

***

Darksied

"You are stronger but I learned something from Granny Goodness." Darksied says not bothering to get off of the ground.

"Never fight a stronger foe when you can have others do it for you." Darksied says opening a Boom Tube that shall carry the two of them away from Apokalips and onto New Genesis. Darksied is protected by the treaties but his Father is not having been sealed into the wall many years when the treaties were first conceived.

[Cracklord]

Darkseid
The Tube pulls you both there, crashing in the midst of a garden that's bright colors almost cause you physical pain. Your father stares around. "You were always soft." He growls, furious. He has no Boom Tube of his own, and so he is stuck here.
Highfather floats down, flanked by many of his strongest fellows, including your son, Orion. Cpe fluttering around him he looks stern and hard.
"You risk much coming here, Darkseid. The treaty is a convenience to you, perhaps, but flaunt it again and you risk shattering it completely, leaving war the only option. You exist here only because I tolerate it."
Your father shoves you aside, glaring up at him. "You dare threaten my son, you sanctimonious bastard?" You feel stirrings of fondness for the old man. He always was so wonderfully direct. "Your soft children have grown weak and foolish, if they think they can fight me. I will not bear your insults." He's going to fight them. He's going to fight them all.

Asuka
The Nobodies move to intercept you. Without thinking, you thrust your hand, and in a blinding flash of light the keyblade appears, driving into one of them, that falls apart, into tiny flakes. But the others are swinging their blades at you, and you don't think you can hold out long.

Dresden, Morbius, Solomon Kane
You follow Elric to Forks. It's exactly how you remember it, down to every detail.

Mickey
You hold the blast as long as you can, but when the power clears Odin is still standing there, smoking slightly. "There is no shame in this death. I defeat all eventually." That said he drives down his fist, seeking to crush you.

[industrious]

Green Lantern Corps

The Boom Tube closes, and the Corps raise their rings at Odin, moving to support Mickey if needed.

"Odin, you are under arrest under Code 1011 of the Book of Oa. Stand down for trial."

They form bindings of cold iron to chain him, and blindfolds to cover his single eye.

Jack T. Chance

"Ring, find out who the hell this guy thinks he is. Listen, buddy. I ain't hiding nothing. I just don't care about all that ****."

The Midnighter

Luthor finds himself pressed into the nearest patch of uncovered wall. Literally; he's about an eighth of an inch in.

"Hello, Lex!" The Midnighter growls. "Care to enlighten us?" It isn't a request. And the tone conveys that any condescension would be met with death. And not at the hands of an alien whose killing of him would turn Lex into a martyr.

Jackson

"I'll take the train. You ride on the monorail."

King steps into the car, while Ghost Rider scouts ahead, his bike riding atop the rail.

Oh Christ It's Her Run

Suzie stares at the empty package, and pouts.

"Fine. Give me something in the ammunition category, then. I want to be able to bust bunkers, make nitro feel inadequate, and make John's dice seem like..." she struggles with the last metaphor. They really aren't her thing. "something really really orderly. Like computer logic. A box of whatever qualifies, and put it on my tab."

[darkblade]

Darksied

Darksied looks up to his son, "Ask the All Father about when your Grandfather ruled Apokalips and you will reconize the need for this."

With a slight twitch of his legs Darksied attempts to pull Yuga to the ground.

***

Asuka

((How did I miss the Keyblade?))

"It's on now." Asuka swings the key shaped blade in an arc through the Nobodies before their blades can hit her.

***

Dresden

"Forks? At least it's familar territory this time." I said holding out the enchanted tooth on a string hoping it would point us towards the nearest Cullen to blast but the enchantment had been running a long time and I hadn't put that much juice into it.

***

Mickey

Mickey rolls away from the blow and joins the Green Lanterns in attempting to bing the God with glowing chains of energy and emotion.

[Cracklord]

Jack T. Chance
*Scanning... No positive match. No DNA, or brain activity observable. Subject does not exist.*
Hannibal looks at him. "Not true at all. You have an outer-shell, perhaps, but it is simply a coping mechanism. Your father beat you, your mother took advantage of your naivity and you were an outsider for your entire childhood, that much is for certain. No doubt some woman took advantage of you as well, broke your heart? They do that. But beneath it all, you're actually an uptight and moralistic individual, with a clearly defined, self-imposed moral compass. This cynicism and projected hard exterior you try so hard to maintain is simply a manner for you to..."
He stops. "What? What are you trying to prove? That you aren't like the rest? That you're an exception? Is it just some sad desire to be accepted, and admired, rather then looked on with the contempt you view yourself? Or is it just that you want to prove you're not like your father..."
He hasn't raised his voice, or moved. He seems genuinely curious.

The Midnighter
"You never change. What do you want to know? What's going on, or what the computers do?" He's not patronizing you. Lex doesn't need to act that way around people like you, he saves it up for people like Adrian and Victor Von Doom.

Jackson, Ghost Rider
The train stops, revealing a station full of Heartless. Big ones.
Four massive black spheres with several twisted tentacles sprouting out of them haphazardly, with the exception of two massice, hornlike ones cothered in bands. Their jagged maws is red on the inside, and its eyes are eerie, glowing, yellow circles. Each are wrapped in two chains ending in a conical weight. And each are the aproximate size of a hot air balloon.

Watchdogs. Powerful ones.

Green lantern Corps
Odin's fist stops an inch from Mickey. He falls silent, and seems to consider. "On what terms?" He says at last. The longer he draws thiis out, of course, the more power you have to expend. An obvious trick, but an effective one.

Asuka
The keyblade is a powerful weapon, but one you've never used before. The next Berserker blocks your clumsy strike with it's enormous claymore, Then swings a massive blow at you, as though it's chopping firewood.

Darkseid
It's like trying to bring down a mountain. Your father does not intend to go peacefully. He's ignoring you, and your slowly reigning him back, but it's not easy to say the least.
Orion lands clenching his massive fists. "I will not have you threaten -" He starts to say, his warrior blood boiling, before Yuga almost breaks his neck with a backwand slap, sending him staggering away and shattering his helmet. "I can't believe he's blood." He says depreciatingly, then stares up at Highfather again. "Well? Will you see your people ground into the dust beneath my heel, or will you fight me yourself?"

Dresden
No reaction. The magic has been long since used up, and the tooth has crumbled to dust.

[industrious]

Green Lantern Corps

"You are to cease using any and all divine powers, and will be taken to a secure holding Sciencell in Oa to await trial. You will be treated with courtesy during your stay, and will be judged by the Guardians."

Jack T. Chance

"Shut it. Shut up."

Chance uses the ring to create a pair of sunglasses, ones that will help him see the world as it truly is. He stares at Hannibal.

Jackson and Ghost Rider

"Hold on."

Jackson extends his telepathy, trying to see if he can touch upon their senses surreptitiously.

The Midnighter

"Good answer. Bad tone."

Luther gets pushed another eighth of an inch(about 3 millimeters) into the wall. It still hurts.

"Both. Remember that I may not be among the best and brightest, but Christine is. And from this distance, I can hear your heartbeat sing to me. You lie, I remove an extremity."

[Cracklord]

Jack T. Chance
A less astute human of student nature would get nothing from the green lantern but the frustration of someone who is being forced into a conversation he doesn't want.
But to Hannibal Lecter the subtle cuse are like flashing neon signs. And Jack isn't complex enough to be able to hold out for long. He's a direct man, used to direct threats. The more subtle sort is much harder for him.
"I'll wager you live alone. Nobody special. A few sticky fumblings of one night stands perhaps, with women who remind you of your mother. But you never reach out. Never a real relationship, even with other lanterns. Because your afraid. Not being good enough, never being good enough, always falling short of some standard. Perhaps you resent them, for the morality and righteousness they are only capable of thanks to you soiling yourself to keep their hands clean. And so they congratulate you, and shower you with honors, but trust and accept you? Of course you don't wear the uniform. You're just as eager not to belong as they are to shift you aside and forget about you. But from the outside, you can pretend it was your idea all along rather then just another rejection in a long line of failures. How lonely you must be." He shakes his head.
"What severe childhood trauma you must have gone through to wind up as you have. You weren't born a hero. You were made one through years of systematic abuse, failure and self-pity. You came to hate your own identity, to the point that you decided to reinvent yourself like this, in denial of what you know yourself to be. But this pathology is a thousand times more savage, and you know you'll never actually change, you'll be struggling for an empty title until one day it becomes too much and you snap. Then you'll be dragged back To Oa in chains, thrown in a prison with Sinestro and someone will replace you.
Given the chance, you would deny me my life, wouldn't you? You'd kill me, because it's easier. And you're struggling so hard, fighting with all you have to stay good. Because you walk a thin line on the edge of the knife, and if you fall either way it's all over."
He's empty. No identifying marks, no DNA, No brainwaves, no heartbeat. His biological components are human, so you'd go with human, but that's all you have to work with. He's a nobody.

Jackson and Ghost Rider
You can. They don't have senses as you understand them, but they are enough for you to be able to find them, and cut them off.

Green Lantern Corps
"And I am allowed to defend myself? Be represented as I choose by someone willing to give a few words on my behalf? Perhaps justify my actions to a few impartial witnesses?"
Now he's just being insulting.

The Midnighter
"Why would I lie? You wouldn't understand me regardless." he says, then turns to Christine. "The truth, I'm afraid, is that I have only a minute understanding of the purpose of this entire array." If you would let me..." He stares pointedly at your arm.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"Oh, I see. Jumping from one group of world-killers to another. You're just ASKING for this." Ryoma hurls the damaged axe into the mob of Nobodies and Heartless, significantly reducing their numbers, before drawing a pair of the clublike handaxes. Ryoma's eyes and veins start to glow again, as his blades shimmer with emerald light. He lashes out, exchanging blows with the Nobody. Ryoma continues to banter the Ex-Commander as they fight.

"You're a punk with a doctorate and nothing left to live for, Rokubungi. Whatever the hell it is you're fighting for, you're not going to get it."

The sounds of clashing wraithbone and Getter-charged polyformic alloy ring out through the abandoned headquarters, Ryoma's frenzied striking warring against whatever the hell Gendo's doing.

"I told you before that I had met Yui, Rokubungi. I didn't know her well, but I think I know enough about her to state that she would NOT like what you've become. Not at all."

The Getter pilot's attacks intensify, going harder and faster as Ryoma continues to verbally prod Gendo. It's not really his style to fight like this, but the man seriously pisses him off. He can't NOT insult the plot-happy bastard, it's like some sort of drug.

"Are you even TRYING to bring her back anymore? Or are you just keeping on with this whole 'I am a sinister plotting man muahahaha' because you've forgotten how to do anything else?"

[Cracklord]

Ryoma
"I..." He starts to say, then can't continue. Since becoming a Nobody, he has fealt his emotions begin to drift away, turning to nothing. Most of the rest of the organization mannaged to avoid it in one way or another, but Gendo was unprepared.
He can't even remember her face anymore. He'd joined because they seemed able to bring back the dead, and perhaps it would be possible to save Yui.
How had he forgotten that? How had he stopped caring about the one thing that had kept him going all this time? He's done everything, moved heaven and earth to bring her back, dedicated his every action to that one result. And like a music so much part of him he no longer noticed it, he hadn't even realised when it stopped and stopped going on. He no longer cared. He no longer cared about anything. He didn't even care that he no longer cared.
His guard is slipping, he's slowing a little, almost missing a few blows, saving himself just in time. Whatever Anime might tell you, soul searching and epiphany's have their place, and it's not when you need to battle.
"I don't... care." He gets out at last, in an emotionless voice. Just as you are a receptible for Gettar energy, he has become a receptible for it's opposite, and has become hollow, completely empty of life, emotion, passion, and everything that made us more then programmed responses and stimuli. He was no longer a person. He was a nobody.

[Draxx]

Yoda
The Jedi Master stretches out one hand and the force flows through him, smashing them back in an explosion of force that drives them down the hallway and into a messy clump.
He turns to stare at Asuka. "Dangerous to those without experience, weapons are." He says. "Teach you, I will. Much to learn, you have, Hurm."

Kamina
Blue Lantern flaring, he crates a miniture Ganmen out of light that stomps towards the Heartless and Nobodies, crushing them with his flailing arms or drilling through them with over-sized drills, all the while yelling a mostly incoherent speach at the top of his voice about his general awesomeness and their inferiorness.
It's very inspirational, or would be if anyone could follow whatever it was he was saying.

Thanos
The Mad Titan looks at the god, but doesn't speak. Yet. For the moment he's deciding how he's going to Get Wednesday away from the Lanterns and kill him himself.

[Cracklord]

Kamina
The Nobodies hack at you, able to damage the construct of light with their blades. Mostly they manage to move around you, but the Heartless are fam game, and you plow through them like a bulldozer.
They're disorganised, barely able to line up given the force push Yoda subjected them to. Easy prey. You plow through them like a runaway steamroller.

Elsewhere
"Richard."
Richard Rahl lay on the ground, choking on his own blood, his eyes glazed, his body resembling nothing so much as a badly butchered slab of meat that had been pounded with a mallet. Any other man would be dead given the injuries he'd sustained. He would be soon. All his toughness was for in the end was drawing out his suffering.
"Richard!" the voice insisted.
It came from far away. He ignored it. The lies had one, triumphing overall that was right. He was ready to die. Better oblivion then a world like the one he would wake up into. Yes. Death would be a mercy. Soon the blessed darkness would swallow him, and he would know no more.
"Richard! raise your head and look at me!"
He couldn't... and wouldn't anyway, even if he could. Why should he? Better to just lie here and wait for the end. He was supposed to be dead anyway, hadn't the damn Blackie stabbed him in the head, the blade cutting through his brain?
"It didn't go anywhere near your brain, you stupid bastard. The sword hasn't been forged that could make headway on your thick skull. No. You're not dying. You've got a headache, but that much you can deal with. Your meant to die, you're bleeding to death and you're too stupid to crawl over and find some help, you just lie their, puling in your own blood... but trust me, if you don't get up I'll make what you're feeling right now feel like bliss. Like F*cking rapture."
It was not the threats that got through to the man who had been Richard Rahl, emperor of Da'Hara, but rather the owner of that deep, penetrating, hissing voice seemed to have read his mind. His head came up slowly, the agony excruciating, he almost blacked out as spots danced in front of his eyes ripping bloody channels through his mind as it went, bile rose in a gorge in the back of his throat mixed with thick blood, and the last of his strength ebbed dangerously.
A long, syrupy moan escaped him that became a hacking cough. A bloody ball of phlegm and other gunk escaped his lungs, and the sight of it made him weak.
There was a flapping, tickling sensation between his eyes, as though a million worms were wriggling in his skin. He wanted to pick at them, make them go away, but he knew he needed both arms to support himself. He could barely even do that.
The figure towering above him looked ghastly, unreal. That was partly because he was swimming with so much pain he felt like he was aboard a rocking ship and blood had welled over one eye forcing him to peer through a crimson curtain, but he suspected it was mostly because the figure WAS ghastly and unreal. It looked like a man, but Richard was almost certain it wasn't a man at all.
The figure was wearing a collared shirt, with a black tie, a short, dark jacket belted at the waist, faded denim trousers, and old, dusty, worn boots, the boots of a county man, a rancher, a farmer, or-
"Or a cowboy, Richard? Nah, after your time." He said, answering himself, the tittered.
Richard stared desperately up at the figure, trying to see his face, but the jacket had a hood, and it was up. The countenance was lost in shadows, all he could make out was a moustache on his upper lip, ad the hint of a cleft chin.
"Your thinking again. Or what passes for it in your skull. Good." The stranger said in his - or its - whispery, deep, penetrating voice. "Maybe now you'll star remembering too."
"Who are you?" Richard asked. He moved slightly, and he felt fresh channels ripped in his brain, and it became difficult to think again. But as bad as that feeling was, the itching, the painful, maddening itching between his eyes was worse. It was all he could do not to howl and claw at it.
"I'm a man of many handles, your majesty." Said the figure from inside his hood, and although his voice was grave, Richard go the feeling their was laughter lurking below the surface.
"There's them call me Jimmy; Still others call me Timmy. Some call me Handy, others call me Dandy. Some call me Loser, others call me Winner, Just so long as the don't call me late for dinner."
The man threw back his head and laughed, laughter that chilled the skin and made him forget his pain in the fear of the moment, prickling his skin with gooseflesh; it was like the howl of a wolf.
"I've been called the Ageless Stranger." He says, walking towards Richard who tried desperately to scramble backward. "Always liked that one. I've been called Merlin, Maerlyn or variations of that theme - who cares, that one I can't take credit for, although I never denied it either. I am sometimes called the wizard, or the sorcerer, or magician, but lets keep it... human, between us."
He pushed back his hood, to reveal a pleasant, broad-browed face that was not, for all it's pleasant looks, in any way human. His blue black hair was slightly oily, his eyes were too wild and intense to be sane, his lips peeled back to reveal the teeth of a cannibal. He held out a hand that was utterly devoid of lines. "What do you say pad? Take this old sinners hand? Shake the hand that shook the world?"
Richard shrieked and tried to wiggle back further. He'd forgotten the pain, the terrible gash and the flap of skin that swung back and forth. He'd forgotten the pounding ache in his skull, everything. All he knew, his entire conciousness, his entire being had fused into one insistent thought: I must get away from this beast who looks like a man.
But when the stranger seized his right hand and shook it, the thought vanished. The pain returned, worse then ever, and the scream that had been locked in his breast finally escaped. The loose flap swung and dangled.
"Is that bothering you? It must be. Here!" The newcomer seized the flap and ripped it off Richard's head with a brisk tug, revealing a bleary swatch of fractured skull. There was a noise like a heavy cloth being torn. The oozing blood that had slowed to a trickle torrented out again. Richard screamed again, rather more insistently.
"There, there. It only hurts for a second. What does not kill you makes you stronger, after all." He says, squatting on his hunches. "Am I right?"
"Ye-yes. Yes you are." Richard managed to force out. The pain was fading a little, anyway.
"If you want to thank me - and I'm sure you do - you should say something an old acquaintance of mine used to say. I'm fond of him, even if he did betray me eventually. But he was a friend for a while, and I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for him. Say, 'My life for you'. Can you say that? It would make me very happy."
Richard found himself saying that. In fact, he couldn't stop. My life for you! My life for you! My life for you! My life -"
He found himself choking, the muscles of his throat contracting, cutting off his air. He was finding it impossible to breathe. He clawed at it, but the choking didn't lesson. Then at last it stopped.
"Sorry about that, but time is short... Not really, I was just annoyed, and you were beginning to sound like a broken record. Now, you're going to live again. You might even get Kahlan back, you'd like that wouldn't you? All you have to do is find someone for me, and bring her back, alive if reasonably practical. Her name is Vin."

[Murkus]

Sam Oliver

If he had so desired, Sam could have been the Antichrist. He was one of three of the Devil's sons who had rejected that honor; Merlin himself being the first, and Adam Young, the second. Had Sam desired power, he merely would have needed to wish for it; had he desired to become more than merely human, it was but a few words away.

But Sam did not wish any of those things. He was a good person, or at least tried to be. He was mediocre at many things, absolutely terrible at others. Sam lived a life of third-bests and hourly wages. And all in all, he was content. But while Sam would never score above average on an IQ test, he possessed enough common sense to realize his father's goals and desires. And how by not fulfilling said desires, Sam was baiting the Devil into unleashing wrath, of one form or the other. Therefore, in his new apartment, Sam had layers upon layers of protective runes and other symbols of protection. Holy water sprinklers in every room. Crosses on every doorknob and horseshoes above each door. And most important of all...circular patterned carpeting, large enough to fit a bed on. And Sam always kept to the circles.

Azazel finds his spirit repelled by the shape. And Sam grows aware of the demon's presence.

"You aren't getting near me or my family by subterfuge. Show yourself."

The black, thin cloud that is Azazel immediately flits backwards, gravitating away from the circle. Though I don't know if circles would repel things besides the Devil himself, he believes there might be a devil's trap hidden underneath the rug.

And then, suddenly, realizes where he is. The charms, traps, runes. Though they couldn't necessarily stop Azazel, they could definitely weaken him.

This would be more difficult than he'd assumed.

The cloud flies over and crouches in a corner, away from all the anti-demon bits. A voice gravitates from that direction. "My, my. Somebody's paranoid. I admire that, I've gotta say." Something resembling a head glances around in the shadow. "I guess I'm not the only demon that's been after you. But trust me, subterfuge was not what I had in mind."

[Cracklord]

Azazel
"Something like that. Something." Sam says, trying not to look nervous, and does everything he can to keep himself from babbling, or worse, stuttering. He didn't know exactly what was going on, or have any idea what was happening, and that worried him. By now, he had populated the area with silent terrors many of them worse then you, and was all he more nervous from the long wait. He wished he'd taken the Hunters advice and bought a gun, though it wouldn't do him much good against demons.
With confidence he did not feel, he tries to be direct. "So what do you want?"

[darkblade]

Asuka

"I've never used a sword before but..." Asuka adjusts her grip on the keyblade moving her hand up onto the circular length on metal that leads to the teeth above the guard.

Since the weapon is made from Light and Darkness with it's material form being an illusional metaphor that human minds can easier grasp it has no real wait so can be weilded like a knife much easier. Asuka trained for years in knife fighting, sure it was mecha knife fighting but the concepts were the same just smaller. "...Knives I know."

With that she ducks beneath the next soldier's attack and brings her keyblade up into his neck.

***

Dresden

"Well I wonder? What bad guys who have screwed around with reality before do we know live in Forks?" I asked sarcastically walking down the street.

"Off to the Cullen Residence then?" Morbius asks

"Actually you guys go on ahead." I said stopping at the first pay phone I could find.

"I'm calling for reinforcments." I put my quarter into the phone and dialed the number of the Warden Command, I gave my password to the elderly Wizard on the other end and waited to be put threw to Lucio.

***

Darksied

"He is stronger than you ever shall be." Say what you will about Darksied but he does not take insults to his Son well. Even if the son was forever lost to him under the treaties and in spirit.

A blast of the Omega Sanction should catch Yuga off guard, when last they met Darksied bowed in fear, before that a young Darksied was meek and powerless but no more.

[Colesign]

Vin

Vin clenches her teeth against the pain, and flares her Pewter.

"I"m...Vin! A Mistborn, and I mean you no harm! Please let go!"

Solomon Kane

"Thus does the cycle of ages turn back on us, and ending meet beginings." Solomon muses.

"Yes, let's see if they're home."

A nasty thought strikes him suddenly. "Dresden! What if...what if this isn't a Forks, Washington identical to our own. What if this is the same Fork, Washingon, down to the same time we first came here!"

[darkblade]

Dresden

"I certainly hope not. Thats some serious breaches in the laws of magic, the other Wardens will have my head." I said to Solomon while I was on hold with the Wardens.

"Hm. It is possible but then we must take care not to meet ourselves or else we may cause a time paradox and that is the last thing we need. Of course seeing ourselves might be the only way to rerify if this the past or not." Morbius ponders rubbing a clawed hand under his chin.

"We should continue on to the Cullen residence and see if any of us are already there but we must avoid being seen." The vampire continues

[Colesign]

Solomon Kane

"I concur." Solomon agrees.

[Murkus]

Azazel

The old demon laughs, a short, haughty thing. A pair of yellow eyes wink open in the cloud. "I don't want anything from you. It's what my fellows below want that matters here." He starts to move closer to the circular rug. Testing it's strength. "And they want your child. That thing in the crib, the reborn soul of one of the greatest mass murderers in Earth's history."

"You could say I'm their right hand in the mortal realms." The goat sighs, gradually getting larger, silhouette looking more intimidating. "And so I'm here to collect. Now, are you going to start tossing charms at me..." He chuckles.
"Which really won't do much good, mind you... or will you give me the kid?"

Just as Sam might be about to reply, he'll interject, "This is the part where you ask something along the lines of, 'And what if I don't'?"

The creature turns it's head, to glance towards the kitchen. "Mm. Well, I suppose we could go ask your lovely wife. Whatever she's cooking smells delicious."

He starts to drift off slowly towards the kitchen, whether there's a closed door or no. Sam might want to either attack or tell him to stop at this point.

[The Shoveler]

Coop
He's outside in the mech, trying to keep the flooding numbers of Heartless and Nobodies at bay. Someone has to do it, and why not the person who has no fighting ability, outside of wrestling, on the team?

[nanobot_swarm]

Akuma
Without another word, he goes to make a quick chop.
***
King Ghidorah
Seeing it is unoppossed, the fell beast flys down to New York City, taking down several buildings as it does so. People flee in utter terror, having not had much time to react to its entrence. The heads of King Ghidorah fire out the beams of energy, slicing apart the tallest skyscrapers. It roars triumphantly, taking great pleasure in the destruction.

[Draxx]

Magog
The huge form of Magog steps behind Midnighter, gleaming wierdly in the flourescant and UV lights of the monitors and screens. His hand tightens on his staff given to him by Gog.
For a moment, he was confused. How did he get here? He had arrive with the Authority, the superhero team he had joined and were now almost a family after he had shot The Joker...
But he had just fought The Joker...
He had arrived with Midnighter, and they had...
He shook his head, his golden horns making lethal motions as he did, and does his best to ignore his confusion.
"You're smarter then this Luthor. Much smarter. Why the hell did you walk in and let us catch you?"

Thanos
"ENOUGH!" Never patient, his just lost what little he possessed. "Fight or go quietly. No more talk."

[Cracklord]

Akuma
The dwarf catches it on his meaty forearm, and responds with a cross that rattles the teeth in your jaw.

Azazel
"Wait. Waitwaitwait." Sam says, waving his hands and running in front of the door. "Timeout. Hold it." He's a bit out of breath, and he's very confused, but he can recognize he's seriously in danger. "What? What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean murderer? Worst thing he's done is kept me or Andi up at night."

Darksied
Yuga Khan stumbles, the omega sanction nearly knocking him off his feet. The New Genesis Gods are closing in, but none of them are eager to help you. Why should they, when they can leave you to fight for them? Of course, if you leave, they'll have to fight.

Dresden
"Harry." Oh no. Not Lucio. Definitely not Lucio. Lucio is pleasant to listen to. But anyone would be pleasant to listen to compared to this.
Donald Morgan.
"To think." He says, not giving you a chance to. "Arthur Langtry is found with his throat slit. Not many could manage that. Ebenezer McCoy has disappeared, with signs of a struggle. The Day Watch has arrived, in force, and are threatening to go to war with us over a minor matter. The group who claim to be the Black Council are acting again. We can't reach the Grey Council. We are cut off, and we might even be destroyed. Forces are moving that were were not even aware of. Forces we are not prepared to deal with. And in all this chaos, I get a call from you, and suddenly it all makes sense. Why am I not surprised?"
He doesn't think you are involved. Not directly anyway, Morgan isn't an idiot, but no doubt he thinks you're a box of matches in a gasoline pipe. Which to be fair isn't far from the truth.

Vin
The hand has been forced back by the roots of the tree. The bone has been shattered, and you can't risk putting weight on it. But you can't bring yourself to touch it either.
So you compromise, sitting on an ancient menhir that was once part of a barrow. The tree doesn't say anything else, it must be waiting to hear more.

Asuka
The blade works, sinking into it's throat, and tearing it apart. It dissolves on the air into nothing. Two down, four to go.

Ash, Shotgun Suzie
He hands you two boxes of catriges. Row after row, all gleam sadistically. You can't wait to try them out.

John Taylor, Sanya, Fayt
Tommy Oblivion arrives. The thee reasonable men arrive next. But still no sign of the Gentleman adventurer.

[darkblade]

Dresden

"Then this is a bad time to tell you that the Sparkling Court I filed a report on a few months ago is back and seemingly in league with some rather nasty Outsiders to destroy the foundation of reality and I need back up." I said dryly before going over what he said.

"This is too coincidental. Everything that can go wrong doing so when the world is about to end. Any word from Summer or the White Court? Any of our allies still with us?" It was unlikely, if Day Watch was going to war with the White Council then the other players except maybe Night Watch are going to stay the hell out of the way.

Actually that was a good point. "Where is Night Watch in this? They have to act counter to Day Watch like Summer and Winter right?"

***

Asuka

Dive at the first and slit it's throat before it can react, followed immediately by slashing the other across the chest as it moves in to help it's comrade. These things won't get the best of her again.

***

Darksied

The reason to fight here was not to let the New Genesis Gods clean up when this went too far but first he had to show the Old Man who he is. While Yuga is still stunned Darksied dives into the air seeking to tackle his father to the ground.

***

Morbius

Morbius leads the way towards the Cullen residence, leaving Dresden on the phone.

[Cracklord]

Dresden
"Yes it is." Morgan replies, growling. "It's a very bad time."
He answers your questions anyway. "The Day Watch are moving, but not to help us. They'll let it happen if Zabulon is able to prove he had legitimate reason. Even if he doesn't, they'll step in at the time that gives them the most benefit." Morgan is a crusader. He doesn't like compromise. And he really doesn't like either of the Watches. You don't either, but more because they're a bunch of Pr*cks.
"As to the fey and the White Court, Carmilla has declared that she will take anyone who interferes back into herself. Queen Titania can't get involved without Mab doing the same. No Harry, we're alone."
He's going to be hard to convince, you can already tell.

Solomon Kane, Morbius
There is a flash of light, and Alucard is towering above you, smiling his smile. It's not exactly cruel, just indifferent to the suffering of others. The sun seems colder, the sky darker, colors muted.
A tiny girl in a frumpy pink, frilly outfit is perched on his shoulder, swinging her legs and smiling happily. He manages to be intimidating despite this.
"Well, if it isn't the wanderer and the imitation." He says, staring at Michael in a very unsettling way.

Darksied
You finally get him on his knees, as your elbow gets him on the back of the neck. He glares at you with a glare that promises an eternity of suffering, but until he breaks your hold you have him at your mercy.

[Colesign]

Vin

Vin sits, hesitates, then speaks some more:

"My greatest desire at the moment is to protect the Dark Tower, and keep the Red from destroying it, and the Black from gaining complete control over it. At the moment, though..."

She sighs, a sigh of weariness, and of pain, what with the shattered ankle. If only I was a Feruchemist. She mused. I could have saved up some health, then tap it to heal my leg. If wishes were mistwraiths...then wishes would have weird skeletal structures.

"...at the moment, I am utterly lost, without direction.

First I was sent down from the afterlife to assist this Wizard, in this Big Metal City with mechanized transports, then I'm in a desert, and there's a Tower that's a Linchpin to reality itself, and then there's this Dwarf in a Red Robe that turns into a giant Spider Thing, and it eats one of my companions, then runs off, and then we get attacked by what I assume to be manifestations of Nightmares, and then we get locked in a room with this Black Ball, and suddenly we're in a prison of the insane, being attacked by a legion of mechanical men and undead monsters, and then this Dark-clad Elf with weapons that consume souls starts attacking, and I can't even scratch him, then one of our new allies accidently summons a Great Old Being of some kind, who gives some enigmatic advice and sends me hurtling through the fabric of reality to here and now and this yellow hand right here breaks my ankle and I..."

Her breath catches.

"I have no idea what I'm doing. At all."

[Colesign]

Solomon Kane

"The No-Life King." Solomon Kane replies, showing no trace of fear.

"What brings you to this land? The orders of your master?"

Then he turns and looks at the vampiric child on his shoulder.

"And who may you be, Miss...?" she says diplomatically.

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
"I'm his grandaughter, Flandre!" she chirps. She would follow that up with a 'Howdya do?' or 'Nice to meet you!' but she didn't know if these were the people she was hunting. Best to stay on a name only basis. Some friends just couldn't be made.

Coop
Smash, smash, missles, smash, suplex, gigantic crater, you know the drill by now.

Anderson
Doesn't speak up. Stays in silence. Waits for opportune moment, when time is right.

[Murkus]

Azazel

The cloud stops as Sam runs forth, scrunching up into a smaller cloud and staring up at him. Then, suddenly, it shoots upward, an eight foot silhouette of wispy shadow. A pair of small horn-like protrusions can be seen on the 'head' (or at least where the head of a humanoid would be) and the yellow eyes flash once more.

Despite it's insubstantiality, the sheer feeling of wrong radiating off the old goat may be intimidating.

"Oh, you ignorant boy. You really think getting this involved with the devil can be healthy for your family?" A smoky arm gestures towards the crib. "That seemingly innocent creature is the vessel for the soul of Nicodemus Arcleone, creator of the Black Plague, willing host of a fallen angel, and one of the most dangerous creatures in the mortal realm."

"And I'm here to take him." Then, before Sam realizes he's stepped off of his circular rug, Azazel tries to force his way down the man's throat.

[Cracklord]

Solomon Kane
"You are insightful." The King of the Black Court replies. "My master has sent me here, tracking an elusive quarry. It seems afraid to confront me." Reaching up, he lifts Flandre and deposits her on the ground.

Vin
A broken boat of a moon rose. The moon had risen enough to flood the barren area with enough light to see.
You gaze fives on the hand and forearm, still protruding, now gripping a root, and betraying the occasional, feeble twitch. The root seemed to have grown, though, and seemed to be enveloping the hand, as a tree used for a line post will envelop a wire tacked to it.
"CCOOMMEE CCLLOOSSEERR" It says, voice speeding up, until it's almost human. Perhaps it simply hasn't spoken for a long time. "Come closer, ephemeral." You look around, and see the other trees you spotted before are standing very still, no longer moving in the breeze. They seem to be watching you.

Coop
You've killed all the outside Heartless.

Azazel
He gapes like a fish. He stares at his son, shakes his head, eyes goggling, then stares at you. Back and forth a few times. Then he shakes his head. "No. No! You are not taking my son." He points a shaking finger at you. "And I don't believe you." He's not quite so convincing there. Who knows what his father is capable of.

[darkblade]

Dresden

"Ebenezer is missing and the Merlin is dead. Is the rest of the Senior Council safe and accounted for at least?"

***

Morbius

"I didn't chose this form." Morbius places his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"A pleasure to meet you Flandre." He nods to the tiny vampire on Alucard's shoulder.

"No doubt you are aware of the current conflict. Where does the infamous Alucard's allegiances lie?"

***

Darksied

Darksied shifts his grip on his Father's neck to hold the elder God in place. "Submit and return to your prison."

[Cracklord]

Darkseid
He begins to rise, becoming harder and harder to hold onto. "Make me." He replies, then throws you off.
"Now that I am here, I will shatter you all. I shall foul paradise beyond repair and break the shining cities of the gods, crumbling them down to nothing. I will take you to a hell without exit or end. Try and stop me and you shall perish with your way of life and my foolish son. So speaks Yuga Khan."
At that point, Orin hits him. He barely flinches at the blow. Highfather lands. "This has gone on long enough You test the might of New Genesis, and shall reap the cost." Cosmic energy begins to gather on his outstretched hands.

Morbius
"That depends on my Master, of course." He replies. "And indeed you didn't. If you had, I would spill you all over this town."

Dresden
"Yes. They have been taken to a safe place. Surely you don't expect me to tell you where, Dresden?"

[Colesign]

Vin

Vin, after some thought, takes out a bandage and uses it to tie a bandage around her damaged foot, slipping a boxing in-between the bandaged part of her foot. Then she stands up. As she does so, she burns Steel and gently Pushes on the coin underneath her foot, taking most of the pressure off her damaged ankle.

She takes a few cautious steps away from the withered hand. She burns Atium, so that she could evade any malicious actions before they came to pass.

"May I ask why you want me to come closer?" she says cautiously.

Solomon Kane

The Puritan silently watches.

Sanya

The agnostic paladin takes a step forward to greet Tommy Oblivion. "Pleasure to meet you: the name's Sanya, Knight of the Cross."

[Cracklord]

Vin
You burn Atium, but somehow suspect it won't do much good. Not against this thing. It reminds you of God, in sheer presence, although isn't quite as much of it.
"You asked help. You demanded help. You pleaded and begged for help. Stand still and accept it. Come closer."

[darkblade]

Morbius

"Who are you hunting then?" Morbius asks, obviously it wasn't them since he hadn't started shooting or biting yet.

***

Dresden

"Hells Bells Morgan. I was just checking. Do you need me to report in or do I continue dealing with the sparkling vampires and their tentacled friends?"

***

Darksied

It was time to withdraw. Darksied opens a Boom Tube back to Wednesday.

[Cracklord]

Dresden
"You're a watcher, they trust your judgement." He can't bring himself to question that, that would be paramount to calling the councils decisions into question, and Morgan would perform a lobotomy on himself with the big sword he carries around before allowing himself to do that.

Darkseid
You come back to Apokilips. Lobo is standing by your throne, two of the female Furies... erm... keeping him company, by dint of being pressed hard against him. How much of it is consensual is really a question, he's got an enormous chain holding them in place, but they don't seem to be too upset about it.
"Darkseid. 'Bout a dozen of your goons jumped me fer some reason. We talked, and once I got tired of showing him pits of himself it finally got through that you wanted to talk to the Main Man."
He releases the chain, and steps forward, spreading his arms. "Well here's Lobo. What do you need?"
Kalibak bows his head. "I am sorry for my failure, father. I offer penance."

Morbius
"I do not know yet. But it won't take me long to find him. His kind are clumsy. I can smell them all over the place..."

[Neknoh]

The sun was setting over the horizon, colouring the sea with blood and gold, a beautiful sight, one that Jack couldn't quite decide was welcoming or awfully bloody scary at this point. The waves rolled in, wonderful as they were high above, and the sky far below him was as beautiful as the sea. The rope around his ankles were shaving through the boots, and he had a terrible itch on his nose.

"Stumps?" he inquired, ""Hey, STUMPS!" he called again, slightly higher this time, and again, only the twittering of some twilight birds was all he could hear. Begruntled at how Stumps and Halflegs could leave him, literally, hanging, jack started muttering, not even he himself could quite make out what it was, but the mutters were angry in nature, he was sure of it. As he muttred, he also started jerking his hands, one at a time, trying to get loose, all the while muttering and bringing doom and death and empty bottles of rum down on Stumps and Halflegs, those smugglers hadn't seen the last of him.

Eventually, Jack's hands became freed from their shackles of itchy rope, and he could eagerly scratch his nose and forehead and hair and...
Once the scratching was done, he quickly pulled a knife from his boot, but only after a copious ammount of rocking back and forth, failing to reach his boots, and, from the rocking motion, bumping into three of the surrounding palmtrees. As the rope was eventually severed, Jack tumbled to the ground, with a thud, and an unspeakably horrible sound of something shattering, his cheek twitched for a bit, and then he sighed, his face that of complete and utter resignation.

Jack later returned to the longboat that was to take him back to The Pearl after his horrid experience, pieces of glass still stuck to his rum soaked back, that one, delicious flask, the one he had savoured for so long, now, all gone. "Take me back!" he ordered, his hat, although soggy from the small crocodile pond the smugglers had thrown it in, sat snuggly atop his head, "I'll deal with the vermin later. NOW! Mister Gibbs, is my ship ready?

"Aye sir!" Mr Gibbs answered with enthusiasm as he loaded the last few supplies from the makeshift campsite, "She be ready to run again."


As however, they all arrived upon the Pearl, the lookout cried hard and loud, "Navy!" Jack, and Barbossa as well, both hauled out their looking glasses, Barbossa's still the larger one after Jack's... creation fell to bits. MAN THE CANNONS! TO BATTLE STATIONS! the orders kept coming from both captains, almost simultaneously. And as the cannons rolled out, and as the smoke rose thick, thunder rolling across the sea and men screaming above the waves, something happened. Jack had just swung over to the large frigatte, his gun fired, his cutlass wet with salty water and blood, when the sky tore open in purple lightning, and the ocean grew black.

Before anyone knew what happened, The Blackbird, the frigatte Jack was now on, fell through clear skies, a massive gob of water underneath them, it was as if the ship, everyone on it, and a portion of the sea, had been moved to heaven, whom, upon learning of the proper nature of Jack and the other pirates whom had rapelled onto the frigatte, decided to drop the case.

All of the marines, and all of the pirates, were clinging to whatever they could, screaming as they went, when suddenly, from behind them, at the rudder, Jack's voice rang out, "ARE YOU INTENDING TO DIE HERE! GET THEM THERE SAILS CUT DOWN AND TURNED INTO SOME BIRD-LIKE... THINGS! there was an odd pause, where everyone, pirate and marine alike, merely stared at Jack, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! THOSE TOYS! MAKE BIG ONES! he held his hands wide appart and then flapped with them like a madman, "GO ON!" And then, underneath them, a great cry was heard, a massive roar that split the air all the while the ship kept falling. Jack's face grew white, "no..." he whispered, "no, no, no, no, no, no" he ran over to the railing, looking bleaker than a drowned man, "AHA! YES! HAHA! IT IS ONLY A DRAGON!" he threw his arms high in triumph, as yet again, the entire crew just stared at him... no, not again, they hadn't stopped since last time.

It was then it dawned on Jack, that he was right, that it was, indeed, "A DRAGON!?", his shout was that of panic, but there was something else, hiding there. King Ghidora reared one of its ugly heads toward the ship and flew past it, missing by only meters, the wind coming from the lumbering creature shook the falling ship. "Aren't you a big one," Jack smiled, "this is gonna be fun." (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWKasJTYhrM&feature=related)

"ALLRIGHT YOU LAUNDRYWASHING SCALLYWAGS! THE LOT OF YOU TO THE CANNON DECK OR GRAB GUNS! We're gonna slay ourselves a dragon." Jack's face shone, his devilish grin radiant with something undescribable, he had not smiled like this since he traveled with... them.

Men streamed below deck, hurrying to guns, it was as if the all had seen his smile, this mad man's ambition, and hell, what better way to die than to slay a dragon? The gunpowder was still dry, the cannons still secured, and the men were all fired up. A regiment of Marine musketeers were stood atop the main deck, loaded, ready, pirates too made ready for the dragon's second run.

And as the beast swooped in, Jack's mad smile was there to greet it, the wind tearing at the sails and frocks of the falling ship and the men aboard it, his hat was still firmly in place.

"Hello beasty. FIRE!"

And from the ship, a new cloud was formed, the thunder of a full broadside crashed within the sky, muskets, pistols, everything that could be shot, fired, tossed or nudged at the great king was, and yet still, only very miniscule harm befell it. Jack himself pulled his sword, ready to rush across the ship and leap off the railing if he would need it, the ship was bound to go down anyhow, "I'm sorry Elizabeth, but we were never meant to be, and Will, well... you take care of yourself on that fine ship of yours, and keep it away from me, I aint at sea now." said Jack, seemingly to nobody, as he started running, his lungs filling up with a scream of epic proportions, as he was followed by everyone else on the deck, their bayonettes, hatchets, swords, spears, pikes, all of it raised. They all roared out in defiance of gravity, of the dragon, the beast ahead of them, and they all jumped, Jack at their fore.

Ghidorah's mouths glowed red with power, and to Jack, and the other pirates, it was as if a new sun was born in front of them, but yet again, the purple lightning apeared, but this time, it only struck once, and before he knew it... Jack, was somewhere else, his hat giving up a trail of smoke, and his sword blackened, he wasn't quite sure where he was, but it was not where the dragon had just been.

[darkblade]

Darksied

"Czarnian, your services are no longer required. I took care of the matter myself." Darksied informs Lobo ignoring Kaliak for now.

***

Dresden

"But I'm on my own aren't I?" If things were half as bad as Morgan indicated the Wardens would already be spread far too thinly for any to be spared.

***

Morbius

"You hunt the Cullens once more?" Morbius asks still standing ready to draw his weapon, it never hurts to have a Holy weapon when dealing with Alucard.

[Gulping]

Kashima and Arisato

"That right there? I have no idea what the hell that is."

For a fairly long time now, the two supernatural teenagers have been giving Father the dime tour of the Amala Network, with Kashima pointing out whatever sights there are (which are few and far between), wherever one can find some kind of amenities (even rarer) and what you should not touch ever ("That's a teleporter. It'll take you somewhere else, at which point you will probably be killed by whatever's on the other side, because these things tend to be one-way only and change destinations whenever something's dumb enough to step in." "This floor has an intensely powerful entropic attribute. Standing on it will make you decay rapidly and eventually kill you. Either find a way around, or get ready to sprint." "That's like, some kind of semi-intelligent blob composed of the unsaid regrets of the damned or something. If it touches you, it will try to obliterate your mind by ramming the memories that compose it into your head, turning you a drooling vegetable so that it can consume your flesh over a period of several years. Just set it on fire, that works best." "This weird organic mesh thing here? Don't look into it. Just trust me. Lucifer is the friendliest thing you can expect to see on the other side.") when they had happened upon some sort of distortion that Naoki had never before encountered.

"Whatever it is, it's bad. ANYTHING capable of creating even a small distortion in the Network is, at the very least, a minor god. Something as big as THIS?! This is something to run away from. Very, very fast." After stating this, Naoki starts walking closer to the large, wobbly protrusion in the undefinable material that composes the Network. Predictably, this causes Minato to slam tackle him.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? You JUST SAID that we should run away from it!" "Yeah, but that's boring, and it might be related to The Fourth Day." "That is a terrible reason for bothering the thing. Let's just leave it alone, like you just told us to." "YOU should leave it alone. I'm the expert here, and besides that, I'm the sysadmin for the entire system! Kind of! A little bit! Getting a good look at that thing is my job!" "*groan* Fine. You do that, but I'll take our guest off behind something in case it explodes." Minato gets back up and walks over to the Father as Naoki creeps closer to the distortion. "Excuse me, sir, but we should probably find some form of shelter. I doubt that whatever Kashima plans on doing will end well."

"Seriously, why did I have to wake up the wuss? Ehh, whatever. Pixie!" A snap of his fingers, and a tiny redheaded woman in a blue singlet pops into place in front of Naoki. "*yawn* Oh, hi boss! Been kind of a long time since you last called! I was getting lonely..." He chuckles, petting the fairy-like demon on the head with his finger. "Yeah. Sorry. I don't really have much reason to, these days. I can just handle most stuff on my own." Naoki's wistful expression looks somehow out of place on him. This Pixie was the first ally he had made in the Vortex World, and had been with him from when he left the hospital room where Lucifer had made him into the ultimate soldier, through the depths of Amala, all the way up to the big fight against the one who called himself God.

Naoki had obtained the allegiance of many demons during his life. Pixie was one of the few he actually considered to be a genuine friend. "I need you to do something for me. You see this distortion, here?" "Kind of hard to miss, boss. You had your eyes checked recently?" "Ha ha. I need you to investigate it. Get as close as you can, then come back and tell me what you've found out." "Geez, is that all? And here I was hoping that you'd finally deci-" "NOT up for discussion. Please. Just, check it out." "Hee hee. You're just so cute when you blush. Ok, here I go! Back in a second!" With that, Pixie flew off, approaching the strange, bulbous protuberance.

"Now let's just see what we have here..." As the minute demon drew closer to the distortion, noticing that it appeared to be pulsing to some kind of rhythm, and it was emitting some sort of noise.

She got even closer, until she could reach out and touch it; and she put her ear up to what was now obviously some kind of force pushing on the structure of Amala...

And LISTENED.

Ironheade (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCfY6cDEiX8&feature=related)

AND IT DON'T STOP (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIY5-3_aQ1g&feature=related)

IT CAN'T STOP (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8Yh_YUd68I&feature=related)

HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjrdcdTHX-M&feature=related)

Ryoma

"And now you realize just how far you've fallen. I'm not going to ask you to be ashamed of what you've become, Rokubungi. I doubt you were ever really capable of that even before you gave up your humanity." Ryoma throws one of the axes at the Nobody and replaces it with an M45 shotgun that glows with a decidedly non-standard emerald radiance. Although the design was never meant to cope with the stresses of Getter infusion, it would be able to fire at least once before it disintegrated. Exactly where the small axe-blade hanging off the front of the slide like a bayonet came from will forever remain a mystery.

Ryoma intensifies his offense once more, pushing Gendo to the limits of his fighting ability, waiting for the Nobody to make a crucial misstep, catch a blow the wrong way, or some other blunder that would allow Ryoma to slam the shotgun up against the hollow man's chest and pull the trigger.

[Colesign]

Vin

"I merely intended to complain. But if you are freely willing to give me help, under these circumstances...then I can do nothing but accept your generosity."

The formal speech done, Vin quietly steps forward to the tree, well out of the reach of the clenching hand.

Time to toss the dice, she thought idly.

[industrious]

Team Nightside

Tommy Oblivion had long, limp black hair, a long horsey face with a toothy smile, and long-fingered hands he liked to flap around while he was talking. Tommy liked to talk. He was dressed in his usual starkly coloured New Romantic silks, the clothes clinging to his tall effete figure. With one notable exception. Since I had rescued him shortly before Walker died, he now wore a gray trenchcoat identical to mine in every way except the colour. I glared at him, on general principles. He waved back.

Grinning broadly, he shook Sanya's hand, beaming all the while.

"Sanya! I'm almost sure it's a pleasure to see you again! How are things!"

Sanya had never met the man before. But that was Tommy for you. One of the perils of being existential; he had once solved a man's murder. The man was not amused at being told who killed him.

Shaking my head, I open my gift, and search for a starting location in our hunt for the Dark Tower.

The Midnighter

Slowly, he releases Luthor. He doesn't say a word; his smile is enough. The man knows vaguely what his fate will be if he tries to double cross them. And Luthor intends to keep that knowledge vague.

Green Lantern Corps

A spark emits from Bruce's ring, traveling to each of the other Lantern's. A message. As one, their bindings vanish. They haven't relaxed, though.

"Of course. Then you will come quietly?"

Jack T. Chance

"Nice speech."

In another time and place, such a speech would cripple Chance. In another time and place, he'd be truly alone, mistrusted by the whole of the Corps, and only comrades with a few, who shared his distrust of Hal Jordan. He was an anomaly among the Corps, bound to only a single planet, mistrusted and unwilling to wear the uniform, infamous for his multitude of disciplinary actions.

But that was another Jack T. Chance. This one was slightly different. Because he wasn't alone. Because he knew that the ring had chosen him for a reason. Because Bruce Wayne, the Guardian's greatest, had specifically requested him. Because he knew exactly how the other thought. And because they both knew that sometimes, the Guardians were wrong.

"Still don't care."

Chance raises his ring, and hits Hannibal with another willpower-fueled blast. He isn't a subtle man; he's brutal and direct. He's literally too dense and macho to fall prey to Hannibal's lecture.

Suzie Shooter

She grins, pockets the boxes, and drags Ash out of the Gun Shop. Shopping time is over. Now for the fun part. Well, the next step towards the fun part anyway.

[Colesign]

Sanya

Sanya is slightly confused, but decides to be "Obliviously" obsequies in response.

"Good! Da, Very good! It's been a time. Have you recovered from the ferret yet?"

[Murkus]

Azazel
He gapes like a fish. He stares at his son, shakes his head, eyes goggling, then stares at you. Back and forth a few times. Then he shakes his head. "No. No! You are not taking my son." He points a shaking finger at you. "And I don't believe you." He's not quite so convincing there. Who knows what his father is capable of.

Azazel

"I frankly don't care." The greater demon sighs, leering over the human. "Just informing you why your lovely wife is about to die, that's all. Thought it might bring you some peace of mind." His eyes glint with joy. "Where you're going, you'll need every ounce of that you can spare."

Now that Sam is standing in front of the kitchen door, and not on his little circular rug, Azazel attempts to shove himself down the man's throat. And take possession.

[Cracklord]

'Captain' Jack Sparrow

Darksied
"That a fact?" He says, wrapping the chain around his bicep. "Well I'll be on my way then." It occurs to you, as he does so, that the Bounty Hunter could be useful. Much as he is an imbecile, he does have an almost supernatural ability to find anything.

Dresden
"We have a few in reserve. I can bring them over. But I'll be coming with them. Because wherever you are is where the hammer will fall hardest. It always is. And I'll be watching you." He hangs up.

Morbius
He doesn't reply, simply standing there for the moment.

Vin
"I have considered. This thing you hound, that you emphera fear, so far, might be a threat even to me. I see no significant strength in you, or those that resist it. Therefore..."
A seed drops from it's branches, landing beside you with a little popping sound.
The trees shuddered, though this time the air was still. A great shadow crept along the plain, and the stars winked out. Something important was happening. No outsider could completely comprehend it.

Jack T Chance
Hannibal sighs. Very well then, so be it. He wasn't done either.
"Why do you think he keeps you around?" He says, moving aside from the blast with liquid grace. He hasn't even summoned his weapon yet.
Hannibal is a master of reading emotion, people and body language. He can predict how they will fight, which blows they will throw. It makes him a very effective combatant.
He can't read minds. But he can read people. Clearly this outsider has at least one individual who took him into his confidence. Well that was a target like any other.
Hannibal was fairly sure he could kill this man. But first he would defeat him. Otherwise it was all so meaningless.
"Do you think he enjoys the company of a brutish maniac? Do you think your insights appeal to him? Perhaps he sees some of himself in you?"
"Or perhaps you are just convenient, a way for him to avoid dirtying his own hands. How much do you really mean to him?"

Green Lantern Corps
"Of course not." Rapping his spearbut on the floor, sending a shockwave of powerthat throws you all from your feat. And just like that, the building changes.
To all intents and purposes they sat there, still as statues, his staff having no further effect. In another but equally real way, they were in another place.
It was a great hall, built of uncut timber carved with animal faces and odd runes, where an open fire made the air smokey and massive bearded warriors caroused on great tables, quaffing ale and tearing at meat with greasy hands. They wore chainmail, let their beards grow thick and braided them, wore animal skins and banged axe shafts on the table.
Busty serving girls offered more drink and allowed themselves to be pawed, and wolves roamed the tables eating scraps. Above the smoke, an improbable flock of eagles wheeled, screeching and occasionally diving down.
Odin (and it was clearly Odin, dressed in a leather coat over chainmail with a wide floppy hat and an eyepatch) was sitting at an empty table on a chair of simple wood.
"You have no authority, nor power over me. This is my realm, and I could tear you apart with naught but my dread hands."

John Taylor
And just like that, you find the Gentleman adventurer. A trail that leads out of Nightside, to another world.
The crudeness of the trap was insulting, but effective.

Midnighter
"From what I can tell, this is one of the hubs that run this castle. Most is run by magic, but gazing into a crystall ball can't do everything, can it? It's primary purpose seems to be setting the Heartless, and designing artificial forms. It's not a very efficient system, really."
He waves his hand vaguely and a sleek laptop appeared, so advanced it only had a single button.

Ryoma
He slips, his hand dropping at a crucial juncture, and with a slam of your axe you knock his weapon out of the way, then fire, the blast of energy smashing into him. He is knocked off his feet and flying into a wall, and you think it's over. But you hadn't counted on the changes to his physiology the transformation had caused. The Getter energy dissipated harmlessly unable to effect him, and the bullets alone do squat. He is not so easily killed.
He lunges grabs his sword again and lunges, the blade driving squarely for your lung in a killing thrust.
"Perhaps." He says, still disconcertedly blank. "Perhaps I have changed. And yet I just can't seem to care."

Kashima and Arisato
Father has changed to a new shape, the shape of a short, well-muscled boy with spun gold hair. He frowns, surprised, then stares at the anomaly.
Then he smiles. The smile is too big for his face, and in a strange way it's even more unsettling then Mara.
"Perhaps it would be best if you left now. There is much I have to inspect." He says to you dismissively. He's turned out to be evil right on schedule.

Ironheade
The disturbance was caused not by the Rock, awesome though it was, but by the man in the front row of the mosh pit.
Nathan Xplosion.
Arms spread wide, he lets out a keening wail, as he prepares to fulfill his promised coming, his long awaited destiny, and bring about the collapse of man and the dawn of the age of metal. And as the Rock Gods bay for more, it feeds the tumulecent power about to be unleashed.

Azazel
Sam fights back. His body passes out. His limbs flail, and his will, long left unused, is brought to bear against you. He gives it everything he has.
At last, it's over. Your possession is far from perfect, you can feel him fighting at every point. Some things you simply can't force it to do. Fortunately, they are few and far between.
The child is looking up at you. He's not a year, and you'd swear he understands every word...

[Colesign]

Vin

She carefully, gingerly, squats down to examine the seed. "What is the purpose of this seed?" she asks.

Solomon Kane

"What did you learn from your call, Dresden?" Solomon asks.

[Cracklord]

Vin
As you kneel, the hand strikes at you again, grasping horribly.

[Colesign]

Vin

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...

Vin see the atium shadow of the hand reaching out to injure hers, and additionally sees the precise dagger stroke intersection that will sever all of it's tendons. Limp, the yellowed hand drop to the ground, twitching uselessly.

"Apologizes, Great Tree, if I injured a rebellious part of your body." Vin says hastily, then bends over to examine the seed.

[The Tygre]

Elric
"Situations are not prone to improvement. Not when worlds are collapsing. What is coming to threaten us?"

Quenthel
"Understood." The priestess grinds her teeth. Her sister and her world destroyed, and still she's scraping to another authority below Lolth. She turns to Malus, almost commanding, "We have a new target; Harry Dresden. Are you familiar with the name?"

Kreia
The Force Witch stays put, snidely replying, "And I could do it with less."

[darkblade]

Darksied

"Actually." Darksied stops the Bounty Hunter.

"I may have a job for you. You recall the Earth child you brought to be before?"

***

Dresden

Well nothing to do but wait for Morgan and the reinforcments to arrive. I stopped by the local resturant to get some pizza. Don't look at me like that it's not for me.

I took the pizza off the main road and into the nearby woods away from prying eyes and set it down on the ground. I focuses some of my will and said a name I learned quite a while back, careful to pronounce each syllabal just as it would come from the little guy's mouth. "Toot-Toot."

I called the little pixie who had adopted me as the patron of Americanized Italian cuisine. The so called Pizza Lord, mostly because I provide him and some fairy friends with a weekly bribe of pizza in exchange they help me out when I need some help and clean my apartment.

***

Morbius

"If you have nothing to say then we'll be on our way." Morbius says attempting to walk around the Elder Vampire.

***

Oracle

Oracle waits impatiently for Misa to give the comm to Kira proper or for Bob to come back.

***

Asuka

With the Heartless gone Asuka focuses on their master. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

She swings the Keyblade towards Gendo's face.

***

Mickey

((Props to Indy for the idea))

"Lanterns back me up I'll need a lot of power for this." Mickey says focusing with his ring.

One thing Mickey noticed about the worlds closest to his Kingdom, most of them are based around the Folklore of ancient Earth Humans. Agrabah based on the so called Arabain Nights, Wonderland based on the novels of someone named Carrol, etc and so forth. To give himself an advantage in his travels across those worlds Mickey took to researching Earth mythology in his down time. He knew well the tales of Odin and he knew what might make the man back down.

From Mickey's ring come a wolf so huge it fills the entire throne room, it's very breathe tinging the air with a dreadful chill of a cold winter's night. Odin knows this beast well, it was spawned by his brother Loki and was fortoled to be the very end of Odin itself. Mickey has constructed Fenrir.

[Cracklord]

Vin
A mistake, as it turns out. There is a nauseating smell as the dead skin parts, but the hand is faster then you, and almost impossible to stop. It grabs your wrist this time, and begins to crush. This time the tree is faster, and you get away with serious bruising.
Whatever is buried under there is not so easy to keep. The tree is all that's keeping it down there, trapped.
The tree is...
You look at the seed, and suddenly you realize what you have to do.

Quenthel
Malus shakes his head. "I can't say I am. Did he mention how we are supposed to kill him, or did it slip his mind?"

Kreia
The blast does not catch you, and you are left alone in the room as the lanterns collapse and the self proclaimed god vanishes.

Mickey
You don't merely summon a giant wolf. using the light, you create the actual thing. The wolf is not merely huge, it is above such pitiful definitions. Plannetsize, it stretched forever, growling with a sound that is physical and seems to have a life of it's own.
Your charges drop at a terrifying rate, keeping the thing existing is almost more then you can bear. It awaits your orders.

Dresden
Toot is almost half a foot high now. He's mesmerized by the pizza, his eyes following it, his every muscle ready to spring into action, like a playful puppy anticipating a thrown stick.
The other, smaller sprites huddle near him, as close to the edge of the circle as physically possible, similar expressions on their face.

Darkseid
Lobo smiles. "Yeah. Pretty boy. Smelled of glitter and grease. Can't get the smell off my clothes." You doubt that. His clothes have an almost overpowering scent of stale alcohol, blood, sweat, fire and tears.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

The wraithblade slams home, digging deeply into Ryoma's chest, the point of the blade spearing out of his back in a spray of gore. The Getter pilot goes limp, his weapons clattering to the ground. As he hacks up a gout of blood, he smiles, then begins to laugh, ever so softly.

"So you're really not human then, are you?"

The laughter intensifies, growing into a hysterical roar, clearly displaying the sharp, bestial teeth that signify the enormous level of Getter Energy within Ryoma's body. He abruptly stops, and looks directly into Gendo's eyes.

"That's OK."
http://imgur.com/OFTn3.jpg
"Neither am I."

With that, Ryoma brings his hands around, aiming to smash the Nobody's head between them like a car in a crusher. It's something of a trademark move of his, actually. His name for it?

"F**K YOU!"

[Cracklord]

Ryoma, Asuka
As he begins crushing him, Asuka slits his throat. He collapses into nothing, and the heartless and Nobodies behind vanish.
Problem solved neatly.

[industrious]

Green Lantern Corps

They back Mickey up, rings blazing with emerald light. They form the Wolf's eyes, blazing with anticipation, craft its powerful legs, ready and eager to pounce. A foam-flecked maw filled with razor sharp teeth. A fearsome animal intelligence and cunning. Mickey provides the heart of the creature. And before Odin appears Fenrir, ready destroy the God.

"Even a God is bound by rules, Wednesday." Rayner spoke up. Bruce seemed to be oddly quiet and thoughtful for the past several minutes. "Here's yours. Fenrir: Attack!"

The rings of a Green Lantern are not permitted to kill. However, they aren't going to kill him. The Blue Lantern controls the heart of the beast, and therefore the beast itself. A perfect loophole. Three guesses who thought of it.

Jack T. Chance

"Because we both know that we have each others' back. Speaking of which..."

His ring flares, as Chance bends the light around him, turning himself invisible. Bruce has been listening in on their conversation once Chance heard him talk more than fight. As Wayne whispers in his ear, Chance begins to give "his" own insights.

"...was it your sister or brother that was murdered? Man like me, I know how deep a man can go. You were young, no older than ten when it happened. A little fixation, a little revenge? Felt good, didn't it? And you never wanted to stop. Ever."

Chance is good at being sneaky. Hannibal can't sense him.

"You know how I know this, mate?"

The Midnighter

"Christine. You understanding any of this?"

Team Nightside

"Well, you know. Possibly. Who can tell?" Tommy begins one of his mindless, brain-numbing lectures about how he solved this one man's murder before I interrupt him. Partially because I found our starting point. Mostly so that he won't tell the story again and I'll have to strangle him for it.

"Eddie; cut us a way through."

The Punk God of the Straight Razor, who sat in the background and sharpened his instrument the whole while, smiled. His was a constant threat, subtle yet obvious. Maybe I should have him come along every time. In any case, with a single stroke, he cuts us a portal.

"This is where we part ways, John," he whispers. "Dead Boy and I have our own little quest. The Street of Gods is getting uppity again, and Dead Boy owes me a favor. So do you. I'll come to collect it one day."

And then the two vanish. Unnecessarily. Can't people just use the door occasionally?

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"And that's that." Ryoma claps the dust off his hands, and turns to Asuka. The Getter's effect on his body remains evident, and combined with the blood and the sword sticking out of his chest, lends Ryoma an even more terrifying appearance than normal.

Then he smiles. It's not his usual predatory grin, but a genuine smile. It's warm, kind, and honestly a bit weird looking, as if he hasn't used it in years. He kneels down, bringing his eyes level with the EVA pilot turned keyblader, and puts his hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Asuka. You did really well today."

Even with countless lifetimes worth of them to draw on with absolutely perfect recall, there are always memories that stand out as clearer and brighter than the rest.

[Colesign]

Sanya

"Right. Off we go!" Sanya says, then stops and hesistates. "Are we bringing Door with us? It could be dangerous, and we might run into the hooded man and his cronies again."

[darkblade]

Mickey

Mickey simply points to the one eyed God. "Sic'em boy."

Off to the far side of the throne room Zexion erects an illusion of himself shaking in fear and steps into a Dark Corridor. "Them's the breaks."

***

Dresden

"How's it going Toot?" I asked bending down to be closer to eye level with the fairies, is Toot growing a few years ago looking him in the eye would have required holding him in my hand.

"I need some information."

***

Asuka

Asuka seeming quite content with herself heads back towards the mecha swinging her Keyblade wildly around her in glee.

***

Darksied

"I have reason to believe there is a higher force commanding him. A woman, She appears to be human but she is something much more. She weilds great power within her pen." Darksied explains.

"I want you to find her and bring her to me."

[industrious]

John Taylor

"Good point."

I had forgotten about Door. I'm not used to children. Not at all.

"Door, would you like me to take you somewhere safe first? I can take you to my house, to the Fortress, to...wait. How would you like to visit the Arcadian Project?"

The Arcadian Project. The most exclusive club in the Nightside. I wasn't a member. They let me in anyway. In it, one's fantasies and dreams become reality, just for a time. A peaceful pastoral scene place, with blue skies and grassy fields that go on forever. When I visited, I saw my mother, and my father, picnicking together. A family that I could never have, save in that . I wished it was real. I knew it wasn't. But for a child, I could imagine few more suitable places.

[The Tygre]

Quenthel
"It slipped by him. You know how the Crimson King works. Enigmas wrapped inside mysteries. We will have to be off soon. I will consult the Spider, and see what aid she is willing to provide."

Kreia
"How very... aggravating." Alone again, Kreia concentrates; she punches a hole through hyperspace, and puts it in the hands of Fate to wherever she lands. It is a trying technique, only recently developed by a younger generation of Jedi. Teleportation; hurtling a whole fleet of Star Destroyers through space. It took her time to learn it, and the concentration required means that she cannot possibly control her landing. But anywhere is better than here, this domain of dead gods and abominations.

Elric
Elric places a weary eye on Alucard. A walking embodiment of necromancy; the swords have no use for him. A familiar screech comes from above; Cyril has found its way out of the dimensional pocket Elric stored it in. The wyrmling hisses at the Emperor, annoyed at being confined so. Gently, Elric chucks its chin and lets the dragonet bite his finger. The White Wolf whispers a message; "Scout this town, and bring back a sign of a safe haven." With that, the little dragon is off again, not even giving its master the dignity of a second glance.

[Cracklord]

Midnighter
"Yes and no." She replies. "What he seems to mean is that the Heartless are naturally a genetic lucky dip and randomizer. Each one is unique and different, constantly in flux and changing, based on a whole lot of factors, including on what it was before it was transformed." She blinks. "But this is all to control it. Make sure it transforms only into a certain number of shapes. But I... don't know enough about them to say more."

Green lanterns
"Very well." Wednesday replies, spreading his arms. "Kill me. Such is fate. But die with me, for you are all trapped in my mind." He's not buffing. There is a good reason he brought you here, afterall.

Jack T. Chance
"Then where is he, if he has your back?" He replies, his eyes barely more then pinpoints of red. "And a dead little sister is so trite. Yes. She was eaten. But quite the contrary, I found myself exhilarated, obsessed by the power they had in that moment. And so I took away their illusions, knocked down the walls they had constructed, and found who they were in the dark."
"But I am already well established, and clear. You are a blank slate. Who are you in the dark? Lets discuss this partner you hold in such esteem. You depend on him, not because he's a kindred soul, but because he's all you have. The only man in the universe who cares about you." He walks and places his back to a wall, to make it hard to be snuck up on.
"But he can never return your affection, not as you want him to, and that tortures you as well. Because he can never offer you enough, and you know you're just a dead weight holding him down, never the partner he needs or deserves. You know you owe it to him to stop holding him back, but you can't because your selfish. And you are afraid of being alone again."

Dresden
"Yes! Yes. First Pizza!" The little sprite demands, not taking his eyes of the temptation in your hands. Toot had attacked the Summer Lady for Pizza once.

Elric
Cryril returns, and chirps gently in your ear in the language all dragons are born knowing.
There is a hotel down the street. It also sells alcohol and meat. There are women and men. Nothing else. There is no magic.

Quenthal
The Queen of spiders and darkness is easy to get into contact with for the faithful. But she is capricious, and you risk everything by talking to her.
She seems quiet, low and seductive. That's usually a good sign, but her moods change rapidly.
"What do you ask, beloved?" She says the last word like a pet name, of the sort young drow give their pet spiders. You are fairly sure she does not truly care for you beyond your ability to serve you.

Darkseid
Lobo nods his head. "Right. What's the market price? And if you don't beat it I'll just auction her off. Got that?"

Kriea
You step into Darkseids throneroom. He had claimed he was a god, moments ago. But he also is claimed to be the one able to break the forces hold on life. His planet seems a good indication of his ability to do just that. It is a planet ruled by an iron-fisted despot, where all will an life has been ground down to almost nothing, until they are little more then ants serving a hive.

[industrious]

The Midnighter

"Great. Try to give them all cancer or something. I'm not good with this genetics stuff. Except on a personal basis."

Green Lantern Corps

"Then we will have died doing our duty to the last."

What more needs to be said?

Jack T. Chance

"I'm hardly dead weight, pal. I'm the only Lantern to actually get things to work on Hellhole. I brought justice back into that world, kicking and screaming at everyone who dared say no. I'm hardly a blank slate; it's filled with black marks and disciplinary hearings. But you..."

Is that a soft green glow by that bench? Did that tree branch rustle without any wind?

"...you don't seem much like a person to me. More like a caricature of one, really. All this talk about other people, how we're weak and helpless and flawed. Not a word about yourself, barely a sentence or two. Scared to look in the mirror?"

[Colesign]

Solomon Kane

The Puritan stares at the dragonling. "Where did you get a Wyrm?" he says finally. He leans down to pet Mouse the Foo Dog, who waits patiently.

[darkblade]

Mickey

"To stop you it's worth it." The giant wolf lunges towards the God.

***

Darksied

"Ten Googlplex." Darksied says passively currency has no meaning to him, and it will have less once the equation is obtained.

***

Dresden

"Alright eat up."

[Cracklord]

Jack T Chance
Hannibal doesn't stare around. He's too calm for that. He just keeps on chipping away, wearing down your defenses until he forces the reaction.
"Not a dead weight, no. But not in his league. Not truly a lantern. Your fitness to carry that ring, well it's something you don't question because you suspect the answer." He licks his small white teeth.
"I am of little interest to you. I am a student of many things, amongst them human nature. And the duality of you interests me somewhat. Ultimately, you are part of an organization dedicated to justice and higher morality, and you kill in defiance of both those things. Perhaps that is the only way to achieve anything, but you never tried another one. If the only way you can win is to break the laws, then perhaps the battles aren't worth winning. The laws are not guidelines, and what you do . But you will. Why? To stay alive? If that was all you cared about order would not interest you, you would not be a Green Lantern. So why? Why even be one, when you are so clearly not suited?"

The Midnighter
"Noted." She replies, shaking her head and letting out a sigh that sounds suspiciously like laughter.

Green Lantern Corps
Nothing. Fare the well. Odin is ripped to shreds, the entire world he brought into ceases to exist with you in it.

Dresden
The Sprites swarm over it, tearing it apart like tiny, glittering piranhas. It' actually sort of unsettling.
Toot, now with a potbelly, stares up at you. "Now questions." You wisely kept a single piece in reserve to make sure they fulfill their end of the bargain.

Darkseid
"Sounds alright." He strides out, satisfied you're good for it. Money is more or less relative to him as well, given that every planet has a different system and what's junk somewhere is valueless beyond measure somewhere else.

[industrious]

Alan Scott

The Starheart is the wild and random magic that the Guardians gathered and threw outside of the universe. And as long as the Starheart exists, and his will never falters, Alan Scott will always find his way home.

There is the Void, then, between the worlds and universes. Empty and vast, desolate. Nothing can exist for long here. Odin's death has sent them all to this place, waiting to die.

Then there is a spark of green light, and slowly, a bubble forms around the group, faintly flickering in the darkness.

"Hold on, boys," he warns. "It could take a while to get back home."

Jack T. Chance

Silence. Hannibal is getting frustrated; he's waiting for the breakdown, for the response, for the furious careless rage that means that he's won. He isn't getting any. And the cannibal knows that he's hitting every weakpoint, knows that he's pushing every button. He's getting close, though. He can feel it. It's an angry silence. He's sure of it.

[Gulping]

Ironheade

The band members and assorted tagalongs are lost in the rapture of Metal. Utterly focused on the music, they are completely unaware of what they're actually doing, of what will happen when their performance reaches a climax, and Nathan Explosion fulfills his destiny as the herald of the Metal Gods and brings forth Ormagoden. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzrWCUnYrQI&feature=related)

Then Eddie notices the lead singer of the biggest Metal band in the history of the world. At this moment, Eddie knows what he must do. He stops playing, and reaches his hand out to Nathan... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACiA1TX0tvA&feature=related)

Ryoma

Ryoma smiles, and goes with the others. The job is done here, it's time to get off this rock.

Then he pauses, and remembers that oh yeah, he still has a sword stuck through his chest. With an unpleasant sucking noise, he yanks it out, wipes it off on a stack of decaying paperwork, and sticks it into his coat. The wound it left has already healed by the time he reaches Getter G-3.

He takes his seat, and waits for the others before taking off, getting out of the magnetic field's range before exiting the atmosphere and blasting into space.

A bit of a ways out, he turns back, facing Pandora. "Alright. I've been waiting for this. Time to blow that rock up."

[The Tygre]

Quenthel
"I seek someone, My Goddess. I look for the one named 'Harry Dresden', and a means to kill him. I beseech thee for such information. In return, I will spill his blood in your name."

Elric
The Dragon Lord answers, "'Tis a long story. Cyril is actually the junior. He has informed me of a haven. Some kind of inn; there is spirits, and meat, and people. And most importantly, a distinct lack of magic. It would behoove us to have some kind of stronghold, would it not?"

Kreia
The witch whispers to the New God, "You seem confident in such a worthless payment. Is it really wise for one such as you to put any stock in the likes of him?"

[Colesign]

Vin

"A binding." Vin whispers suddenly, as she picks up the seedling. She quickly turns and bows to the tree. "Thank you, Great Tree."

She turns to go, then hesitates. "I...don't suppose you know what I should do to leave this place, do you?"

[darkblade]

Dresden

"Okay, someone killed the Merlin. They slit his throat and somehow survived his Death Curse. What's the word in the Nevernever?" I asked idly flicking a peice of peperoni.

***

Darksied

"He has a surprising aptitude at finding people and taking them against their will." Darksied explains.

"Now I have vanquished two great foes and on my way to obtaining Anti-Life. In my merciful good mood I shall allow you to explain your presense here, speak quickly before I change my mind."

***

Mickey

"Hoo Hoo! Don't worry about that Mister Scott." Mickey says pointing his keyblade into the Darkness. A beam of light forms guiding them on the shortest path to their home world.

***

Zexion

Having escaped Wednesday's mental realm just in time Zexion wanders the Castle That Never Was Aimless. He's outlived too bosses now, maybe it was time for him to take control of the darkness.

[The Shoveler]

Coop
"HA HA! That's what I was waiting for!" he says, pushing a button. "All systems transfered to you, Ryoma. Let'r Rip!" He sits back and watches the show, wishing more than ever that he had a tub of chicken and a Mega Slush.

Flandre
She's bobbing there, seemingly out of place next to the terrifying behemoth of a man/vampire/avatar of death next to her. A smile is on her face. Something is making her extremely happy, but what it is is a mystery.

[Colesign]

Solomon Kane


"Mmmm. Let us wait until Dresden returns, then go to the restraunt." Solomon says in response to Elric.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"Not a problem." Ryoma cracks his knuckles, and grabs onto the controls, a demonic grin on his face.

CHANGE GETTER! SWITCH ON!

The G-3 changes once more, assuming its greatest form. Unlike other Getter Robos, G-3's transformations corresponded not to roles, but to power sources.

Spiral Getter is the high-speed assault form, predominantly powered by Spiral energy, which is why Kamina has primary control. It is more or less equivalent to Getter 2.

Mazingetter is a heavy duty workhorse of a form meant for slugfests. It is by far the most durable and physically powerful form, which works well with Coop's piloting style. It is more or less the G-3's version of Getter 3.

The form it was now assuming, however, is Ryoma's form, the one he controls. It is a physical incarnation of Getter itself, second only to the galaxy-crushing Getter Emperor.

It is the greatest and most perfect Getter for Ryoma, tailored exactly to his style of fighting. Every servomotor, every artificial muscle, every single mechanism and function, all meant for him.

It is Getter's wrath made manifest.

It is the chariot of its chosen herald.

It is the bringer of light to the darkened worlds of the doomed.

Its name?

SHIN GETTER DRAGON
BLACK!

A spark emerged between its hands, growing larger and larger as it took in more and more power, until it was almost as large as Getter G-3 itself.

STONERRRRRRRRRR...

Then, the sphere of power suddenly compressed, shrinking down until it could be held in one hand.

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN...

It rears back, preparing to unleash the fury of one of Getter's finest attacks.

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

The great black machine HURLS the ball of energy right for Pandora, a great and rampant knuckle-ball that would bring even the most jaded of pitching coaches to tears.

It smashes into the surface of the dead world of Pandora, and there is a bright flash.

And then, there is nothing but dust.

[Draxx]

Magog
"If we shut down these computers, does that destroy them?" He asks, looking almost as lost as Midnighter. A man used to certainties, he found this sort of thing maddening.

The Gunslinger
Roland Deschain walks back into the concert, keeping his eyes pen and his hands ready.

Yoda
Yoda shakes his head sadly, and averts his eyes.

Thanos
For want of anything better to do, he returns to Apokolips.
"You were most useful." He says to Darkseid, landing his throne. "And so I promised to do the same service for you. I am a man of my word, afterall."

[Cracklord]

Vin
No answer. But you can see a storm rolling in on the horizon, and this is the only visible shelter.

Quenthal
Lolth seems to caress you, her touch causing shudders to your very soul. Even after all this time, you can't decide if it's in terror or desire. Perhaps a bit of both.
"Of course. He is a dabbler in the occult on a world that knows nothing of me.

Jack T. Chance
Hannibal stops his talking. Silence. No response. Outraged silence would be out of character for an individual like that. Machismo, definitely, bluster most likely, but silence?
Somebody just changed the rules.
He's invisible. Or at least, seems to be. Who's to say he is even still here? That he didn't simply vanish, and go elsewhere?
He waves his hands, and a Condottiere appears, iron and silver filigree. He uses it to open a portal to the dark corridor, and steps through. The portal begins to close behind him.
Now, to see if the opponent was watching or not.

The Green Lantern Corp
Oa is as you left it. The guardians congratulate you, and offer you rooms for some much deserved rest.

Midnighter, Magog
"No, we cannot remotely shut them down." She says, pre-emptively answering your next question. "This doesn't actually control them."

Dresden
"Nobody broke his wards! Someone got in without setting any of them off! He didn't even wake up!" Toot replies, still watching the pizza. He's more hyperactive then usual as well.

Zexion
Shaidar Haran steps behind you. "So fall the Mighty and the not so Mighty. Didn't even put up a fight in the end." He says, smiling. "But he left a job open, which falls to you by seniority. You can have anything you want. Power, women, money and slaves. But he is a jealous lord."

Roland Deschain
Blade steps back in with you.

[industrious]

Jack Chance

Before Hannibal steps through, Jack draws his sidearm(the ring was programmed to be non-lethal. His gun wasn't) and sends 40 watts of phased plasma at Hannibal's back.

He's still out there. And doubtless he's moved since the blast.

Green Lantern Corps

"Thank you, Guardians. But I suspect that this is merely the beginning. We have uncovered only a portion of the..."

Exhausted, and no longer able to keep up on willpower alone, Bruce collapses into blissful unconsciousness.

The Midnighter

"It should stop them from making any more, though."

The Midnighter grins.

"We can handle killing off the remainder. It'll be like killing the guy stealing candy from a baby."

((What about Taylor/Door?))

[Draxx]

Door
((I forgot I was playing her))
She looks at Taylor. She shakes her head. "He killed my parents."
There wasn't really anything more to say.

Magog
He touches his right hand to his helmet with an audible tink. "Right." He begins to charge his staff, energy writhing around it like a living thing. "Stand back all of you. Except you, Luthor."

[industrious]

John Taylor

Really, I should tell her that vengeance leads to nothing but grief. That would consume her, and make her hollow inside. That it wasn't the answer.

But that would be lying. Vengeance, if combined with something else, can be very powerful indeed. And I wasn't going to be the one to tell her that she couldn't come with us. For one thing, I didn't have a clue how.

"Then time's a wasting. Let's be off."

[Draxx]

Door
She doesn't say anything else. She just follows through the portal.

[doliest]

Ash
Ash waits with his new chainsaw, ready to kill...well, anything that affronts him really.

Light
Light smirks as he feels the power flow through him, and he murmurs, "Just as planned." He missed those three simple words so very, very much. As the glow dies down he looks at Sinestro, "Now, Blackest Night?"

Pinhead
(Not even sure where he is.)
Pinhead wanders back to the Configuration. As he must; he's too tired as it is thanks to that massive machine.

Sylar
Sylar opens a door back to the Carrier, if he can from this dimension. Whatever this world was, there didn't seem to be a speck of life on it. He was in the wrong place.

Slot Monster
(What was Godzilla's last move?)

Zedd
Zedd screams from his base (ON THE MOON!:smallwink: ) "HOW MANY MONSTERS WILL TRY TO DESTROY THIS PLANET TODAY!?"

[Draxx]

Clark Kent
The Earths Greatest Hero was born amongst the stars, on the distant and doomed planet of Krypton. The last of his kind, he was sent to Earth on a tiny pod that landed in Khansas, outside of the rural town of Smallville, where it was found by a farmer and his wife, Jonathan and Martha Kent, along with the infant Kal-el inside.

After only a few moments consideration, they resolved to adopt him and pass him off as their son, raise him with all the love, care and kindness they could provide, teaching him what was important in the process. Perhaps most importantly, the difference between right from wrong, lessons that remained with him his entire life.

He was raised a human, but blood will tell, and Kal-El was no exception. Kryptonians had evolved to readily absorb and store solar energy. When exposed to the rays of Earth's Sun, Kal-El, or Clark Kent now, found that the surplus of energy gives him incredible powers, which increased as he grew up. Deciding that he was old enough to know the truth, Jonathan told him the full story of his adoption. Clark was taken down to the farm's basement, where he was shown the spaceship that he was found in as a baby. At first he felt alienated, but soon accepted it, and never let him damage the relationship with his parents.

He graduated top of his class at school with a perfect score as an all american athlete, and, deciding to see more of the world and experience more of life, he came to Metropolis. Very little time had passed before he concluded that he could not on good conscience ignore what he could see. Making himself a costume out of the fabrics he found in his ship, he became the Earths first real superhero, inspiring countless imitators, including several almost able to match him, Mr Majestic and The High among them. This was not technically the case, Captain America predated him by some fifteen years. But that was unimportant.

When not in his other identity, where he did everything from avert natural disaster to fight crime, he masqueraded as a mild-mannered reporter. He made friends, both among his fellow workers and the hero community that imitated him. He eventually even met the love of his life, Lois Lane, whom he eventually married, and he became an international celebrity, almost a messianic figure to many. Experts wrote books on him, labeling him as the promised Ubersmench, and the papers gave him the name Superman, which he proudly adopted. Perhaps more importantly, he saved countless lives, through careful distribution of reverse engineered Kryptonian technology moved forward humanities development, worked tirelessly in anti-war movements, helped deal with nuclear disarmament and otherwise improved the world in any way he could. These were the Golden years.

If only they could have lasted forever.

Government suspicion of the superhero community soared in the 80's, with many governments trying to turn them into a weapon. Perhaps the most infamous example was Dr Manhattan, but he was hardly the last. The memory of Captain America was replaced with Eddie Blake, a man who Superman had taken considerable pains never to meet.

In the late 80's, Captain America had been discovered and thawed out, taking back his role and eventually formed a team known as the Avengers, that Superman had even been part of for a short time before returning to his usual, solo act. The two had nothing but respect for each other. But the world had changed, and his kind were no longer welcome, rather scoffed at for representing ideals nobody really thought about anymore.

Slowly but surely, Superman began to become alienated by the people he had adopted as his new homeworld. At first, it hadn't mattered to him. He didn't do it for the glory. He hadn't do it for the recognition, or even cared for it. He had done it because it needed to be done. Because somebody had needed to make a stand, and fight for what needed to be fought for. Because his powers weren't gifts to him. They were gifts to the entire world. And so he persevered.

But the final nail in his coffin was not to come until the nineties.

Fittingly, it began with a woman he admired and had even been attracted to at one point. Jenny Sparks, the spirit of the twentieth century.

But the first visible step had been Magog, who had crossed over the line.

The Joker was on trial for his crimes, after the deaths of some five hundred people when he poisoned the Gotham water supply and thousands more sick or dying. Even without this for consideration, he was already guilty of more deaths then could be counted. Once more the trial was a farce, and as usual he was incarcerated in Arkham Asylum, escaping the death penalty due to insanity, and once more the implication was clear that he would be out again as soon as he applied the effort.

Magog, a hero who had all but worshipped Superman and the ideals he represented, had decided enough was enough, and shot the Joker halfway to his cell on National Television. Superman had seen it, and Magog hadn't gotten two steps before he'd seen Superman hovering above him, eyes glowing red, and known true fear. Superman hadn't even beat him. He simply lifted him and dragged him to justice.

Justice, as it turned out, was in short supply. Magog had been acquitted, gotten off with murder without so much as a wrist slap. More to the point, he had been congratulated for his actions and applauded by the general public. Jenny Sparks had then invited him to join a new Superhero team that would pre-emptively deal with such problems and have a much harsher take on any form of Super-villainy. A new step, they called it.

That was it. The end.

Superman had vanished, over night. No formal resignation like the Avengers did twelve years later, no final speech and desperate entreaty for once more being recognized for what he was like The Flash, no depression and eventual suicide like Diana of Themyscira, or Wonder Woman, no self entombment in a statue never to emerge like Captain Atom, no budding insanity and eventual incarceration like **** Grayson.

It was hardly the most extreme reaction. In thirteen years, Black Panther would become isolated, refusing to have anything to do with the outside world, and take his entire country with him.

In Fourteen years, Tom Strong had formed a resistance against the Authority, that he persisted in seeing as a dictatorship. Eventually he departed, never seen or heard of again in the public eye, after he saw he wasn't doing any good and had been publicly condemned for publicly beating up the Midnighter. It was believed, although never proven, that Tony Stark had a hand in his disappearance.

And in fifteen years, the Brotherhood of Mutants and X-men would essentially fuse into a composite organization with the death of Charles Xavier, to become a unified front of metahumans and mutants, almost as extreme as former until the Authority worked out a compromise with Magnetto.

Other heroes outright went over and left the country, never to return and give their brilliance to other minds to their benefit.

But Superman didn't make a fuss out of it. Just one day, he had stopped averting disasters, and the world had taken a turn for the worse as they discovered just how much Superman did for them simply by existing. Not only was he the ultimate deterrent, but he was a profound symbol of uncompromising goodness and the best of humanity. Many other heroes vanished from life as well, particularly the older, more moralistic ones.

The public outcry was incredible. Strikes, riots, everything, as people tried to make sense of the sudden disappearance of a man they had all, in some form, admired. Men quit their jobs or sat sobbing on the streets, the entire country, perhaps, in some form, the world ground to a stop as they tried to make sense of it. Even ten years later tabloids were still running articles on 'What Happened to the man of Tomorrow?" He was never found. Nobody connected that the disappearance coincided with the sudden vanishing of reporter Clark Kent. Not even Elijah Snow.

Five years later, Lex Luthor became president. The entirety of America was rewired so that he could have taken control with ease, the economy rewritten. The time was characterized with incredible growth and development, health-care, and the like, and Lex is now fondly remembered as one of the greatest presidents in American history.

Lex gave it up after two years. The pleasure - the challenge had gone out of it. He now runs his company and occasionally makes forays into philanthropy, but has essentially stopped striving.

Four years after that, The Authority's Coup took place. The Avengers resigned in disgust, Hal Jordan left Earth, never to return, J'onn J'onzz publicly declared his intention to find a new world and was never heard of again, and many other heroes vanished completely.

Nothing was heard of the Greatest hero, and it was at this point when it was finally accepted that he had left for good. Wakes stopped occurring, people stopped watching the sky for the familiar sight of the red and blue. Superman was gone.

But enough storytelling. Another story branches of from that one, as you will see. This story begins here, in Khansas, Smallville, where Clark Kent is at work on his farm, planting seeds for the coming crop, driving a tractor and pulling an immense plow...

Magog
Magog steps back to the carrier on line with Sylar coincidently, a bit unsure what to do and needing direction. "Now what?" He asks the other hero.

[AnimeKid]

Fayt

Pounding his fist into his open palm he speaks, "Finally, I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait until we got on the move." He follows John and Door through the open portal.

[nanobot_swarm]

Godzilla
By this point I think he's freed himself from the grasp of the slot machince monster, and probably threw it into whatever building still stands.

Akuma
He attempts to free his arm, and dishes out a quick series of punches.

King Ghidorah
The sudden appearence of the flying ship which fired primitive black powder weaponry, had greatly surprised and confused King Ghidorah, especially when it disappeared in a flash of purple lightning. It stared out into the skies for a couple minutes, waiting to see if it would return, but when it does not, it resumes leveling New York.

[Cracklord]

Jack Sparrow
You get to your feet, swaying slightly as you try to adjust to the not swaying of the solid, loamy earth beneath you. A forrest. A pine forrest, hilled and green whichever way you look at it, with a bit of brown of the earth under the carper of fallen leaves and the dusting of moss. It's drizzling with rain, and the air is cold, a real bastard of a chill that gets everywhere. The sort of chill you prefer to offset with a warm bed, a warmer bottle and a hot woman if you can get them.
Everything smells of sap, mould and soil. No signs of civilization anywhere.
"You be worse luck then Jonah, and that's the truth, Jack." Says a dark voice. Barbossa combines a limp and a stomp behind you, baring his yellow teeth and adjusting his tattered coat and clothes, that, dirty and faded as they were made him look even more disreputable then usual. He adjusts his hat with long, knobbly, scarabous fingers. He's a peacock, deep down, or at least a strutting rooster.
"Where ye got me this time? Or do I want to know?"

Akuma
He backs down. You exchange a dozen more blows, almost too fast to sense, let alone see, then he steps back and raises his hands. "I've tested you. You won. Live again, and find your peace."
You open your eyes. You are amidst pressed bodies and the smell of sweat, with a blare of loud music just on the edge of pain. A concert. You are at a concert.

Team Nightside
The portal leads to a dungeon. It's pitch black, so dark you can't see inches from your face. The hallway is narrow. The Gentleman Adventurer is close-by, no more then a couple of hundred meters. And the entire place reeks of death.

Authority
He gets up and stretches. "It's not for a long time. This is just the forerunner." He says, then flashes, a yellow glow permeating him in a flash of white light that hurts the eyes. "I have overstayed my welcome. Do not forget me, or your loyalty to me."
And then he's gone, a fading streak the only remnants of his even being here.
Your ring sits on your finger, inert. Or maybe not. Maybe it's just waiting for the right circumstances to awaken.
"Ah... Light?" Misa waves you over. "You need to look at this..."
You get brought up to speed on Oracle and King Ghidorah
Sylar and Magog reappear, returning to the Carrier.

Jack Chance
Your a moment to late. The tunnel is closing. Either let him get away, or take a risk. You could try to open your own portal, although you aren't confident enough in your understanding of the thing.
While the powers of the ring are limited only by your ingenuity and willpower, there are limits, and Killowog shows orientation films of what happens to Lanterns who try to bite off more then they can chew.

G3
You are hovering in space, near the remains of Pandora.

[doliest]

Light; Sylar; Pinhead
All three were now in the same area along with Magog.

Light looks at three who had just arrived; Pinhead was for all intents and purposes a bodyguard, so Light ignored him for the moment. Magog....was surprising, but not troubling. Sylar was little more than window dressing. None of them a threat. "Gentlemen? I think we have a few situations that need handling." He gets onto communication with Oracle, "This is Kira; the Carrier can open a door; we can send them to any number of habitable planets, though we can keep anyone on the Carrier for the time being. I'm sending M-" He's cut off as Sylar walks through the door to Oracle's location. "Sylar, then. Fine."

He looks at Magog, "Can you help deal with Ghidorah? You and Pinhead together might be enough to hold it until we can get more help."

Slot Monster
As the monster pushes itself out of the collapsed buildings it had landed on it cackles, "Fine, let's play a game!" It's crank lowers and the three roulettes start spinning. 7-7-7; A massive blast fires out of the slot directly at Godzilla.

[Draxx]

Magog
"I can." Man of few words, as always. Knows how to dress, though. Like some old testament, biblical figure. Given most of the Authority have fairly subdued costumes, most people assumed he was the leader at first.
With that he opens a portal and steps through, twirling his staff.

[Cracklord]

Sylar
Oracle, on her wheelchair with a skull on her lap. Deadpool, bristling with everything he can't bear to part with. James Bond, once more looking his best. The Stig. The Question and Huntress, holding hands. Kos-Mos. Jason Todd, Rorsarch, and other, indistinct shapes. You look over them quickly, not really paying attention, looking for...
There he was. Kirby is standing at feet.
*Insert appropriate music here* (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNg0oPpwlOk)

Anderson
An old, slightly rusty, DeLorean DMC-12 sportscar with more wires and gadgets then Batman attached pulls to a stop in front of you.
Chuck Goodritch, previous mayor of Gotham is dressed in a magnetta spacesuit and driving, while an Albert Einstein look-a-like stereotypical scientist in the passenger seat, wearing a complicated dome for a hat.
"Get in. I can't tell you how important it might be."

King Ghidorah, Authority
Pinhead and Magog stand on top of a school. A giant three headed dragon is wrecking the city. No more needs to be said here.

[Draxx]

Magog
He closes his eyes, and extends his staff. Violent plasma energy flows through him, powerful enough to extend in a violet field three feet from his body. Channeling it all, he flows it through his staff in a violent, focussed beam of power that strikes the monster squarely. Pulling back his staff he readies another blast.

[Murkus]

Azazel
Sam fights back. His body passes out. His limbs flail, and his will, long left unused, is brought to bear against you. He gives it everything he has.
At last, it's over. Your possession is far from perfect, you can feel him fighting at every point. Some things you simply can't force it to do. Fortunately, they are few and far between.
The child is looking up at you. He's not a year, and you'd swear he understands every word...

His eyes flash yellow, returning to normal a moment later. He frowns at the annoying human. So much more difficult than just picking up a random host off the street. Azazel doubts Sam will allow his wife to be murdered without some extreme annoyance.

The demon turns to Nicolas, leering over his crib, wearing his father's skin. "Hey, Old Saint Nick. We're gonna have to find some way to grow you up, and fast, cause' I don't think I'm up for childcare." The body spasms as his control is tested once more, but tries to bash Sam into a small corner of his mind. And lock him there.

Azazel shuffles away, into the kitchen. What does he see?

[Colesign]

Sanya

The knight of the cross draws Esperacchius, and the Sword of Hope's light floods through the room.

Vin

Vin picks up the seed and carefully tucks it into her sash.

{Am I supposed to go into the storm, or seek shelter in the tree? I'm assuming...}

Vin begins to climb up the tree, seeking shelter from the storm.

[darkblade]

Kirby and Oracle

The Nightmare's eyes widen as he sees Sylar again. It had been a long time since they had been together but now they have finally been reunited.

"Sylar!" Kirby screams in joy as he runs towards the killer metahuman.

Babs wishes Bob or Alfred was here to top this reunion off with some sarcasm but alas. "If you two are done with your heartfelt reunion we need to evacuate the civilians."

***

Mickey

Owing in part to cartoon physics Mickey isn't as worn out as the others but some rest would do him good, not to mention he really needs to recharge his ring. The Mouse King approaches one of the Guardians, "I need to recharge my ring, where is the Blue Power Battery?"

***

Dresden

"So they went threw the Nevernever. Thats no surprise, the man lives in a restored Castle Camelot that thing has got to have a threshold strong enough to hold out anyone he doesn't want in who have any magic in them going through the physical way." I said crossing my arms.

***

Darksied

"We must return to the Tower but first I am curious as to why this midiclorian infected woman would dare to intrude into my fortress." Darksied says indicating Keria.

***

Asuka

"Burn in hell you bastards!" Asuka yells pressing several buttons labeled in sequence; Missiles, More Missiles, Macross Missile Massacre, Seriously where did we put all these Missiles anyways?, I don't think this many missiles ever actually existed, and finally ALL DA MISSILES.

She also deploys the Wave Motion Cannon as well. It is no recomended to use the WMC near a planet because the resulting debris will likely kill the vessel doing the firing. Of course when fired directly at the planet the depris will be small enough it will most likely just get the mecha a little dusty.

[AnimeKid]

Dedede

He takes aim from where he is hiding with the vorpal sword, when he finally locks on he throws the vorpal sword with a mighty heave. It slices the air as it silently reaches its target, stabbing through the back of Kirby as he runs toward Syler. In true videogame cutscene action Kirby falls forward slowly as the sword stabs though his flesh, and the nightmare breaths his last.

[darkblade]

Kirby (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYIAfiVGluk&ob=av2n)

The sword plunges into the soft spongey flesh of the nightmare with a rather weak Snicker-Snack. In the arms of Sylar the ball of fear begins to dissolve into the nothingness from whence it came. Kirby feebly atempts to open his mouth to speak. "Sylar..."

The words are barely a whisper, even this close Sylar might have missed the words if not for his superhuman senses. "Sylar...I...love...."

The words trail off as the last bit of unnatural life fades from Kirby's eyes and he dissolves completely into the nether. He's gone, there will be another Kirby one day but it wouldn't be the Kirby that DeDeDe had dedicated his life to hunting nor the Nightmare that Sylar loved. It was over.

***

Zexion

The Nobody pauses and considers this for a few moments before shaking his head. "Yeah I don't think so. I just watched your last two vessels get slaughted by the forces of Light. As an underling like this I can get away with a lot more and the heroes are a lot less dead set on murdering me. I'll keep your council but I will not be your vessel. I'm not having no Keyblade shoved up my ass."

[doliest]

Sylar
Song from nowhere (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPWNsGFXCZk)
Sylar bends down and hugs the Nightmare he'd taken as the only real contact he had with living creatures. The only thing that gave his life meaning that didn't involve, say, killing everyone in this room and absorbing their abilities. He‘d spent months searching Kirby out, going through several fruitless worlds, and now he‘d finally found his…friend. "It's been too long, Kirby." He's pointedly ignoring Oracle, though the static between his fingers implies she might want to stay quiet for a few moments.

Then Dedede makes the dumbest(and last) mistake of his life. Sylar looks down, his eyes wide as his mind jumps to saving Kirby in the only way he knows how. He grabs Kirby, “Bite me! Copy the immortality!”

Pinhead
Pinhead sends elongated chains at the mighty three headed monster, trying to contain it. With the Configuration in the same world, he had an almost unlimited energy source. After that incident with Prime, he was happy to be taking out something even larger, but so near to his power source.

[darkblade]

Sylar

Kirby is gone even if he weren't copying the immortality would only be a temporary solution as anything hitting him larger than a fly would dislodge the copied power and he would resume dying from the ultimate weapon's wound.

Now roaring rampage of revenge damnit.

[doliest]

Sylar
Sylar bends down, holding his hands as if he still held the Nightmare. He seems for a few seconds to be frozen, before a smile breaks out on his face. A cold smile, that would not have looked out of place on the now dead Nightmare, “Dead. He’s dead. Thank you, Penguin.” Lightning cackles around his hand, “It’s a pity that Quantum isn’t here. I so wished to begin with her.” His ’gift’ goes into overdrive, trying to discern who here would have something to offer him. The lightning hurls forward at Dedede. He’d still killed something of Sylar’s, after all.

[Neknoh]

"Of course!" Jack wobbles, "It is somewhere with.. giant, flying dragons and purple lightning or something." he dusts off his coat a bit and rightens the hat atop his head and looks around.

"But I do bloody well wonder where that overgrown lizard went," he points a finger at Barbosa, "I would've had him you know."

[AnimeKid]

Dedede

He stands there with a smile as the lightning soars towards him. When it strikes he is fried to a crisp, an everpresent smile on his face.

[Gulping]

The Stig

The moment the Not-Bydo is destroyed by the sword, you realize that it must be another weapon of great and terrifying power. A thing better kept in the most responsible hands you know of.

Yours, of course. You snatch the weapon out of the pink creature's remains and examine it, scanning it over. The Not-Bydo claimed to be a thing not unlike the Monster.

Perhaps with this blade, you could destroy it. But first, an avenue for evacuating the planet might have opened up, if the aggrieved electrokineticist could calm himself down enough to help.

*Grieving One. Enough Killing. You Teleported Here, Correct?

How? Tell Me. Remaining World Population At Stake."

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
He gets into the car, not a word coming out. These people seemed to be pure enough, and he had a foreboding feeling that it would be a bad idea to go back to the Asylum.

Flandre
Still bobbing, waiting for Alucard to make his move.

[darkblade]

Oracle

"The door is still open Stig." Oracle says pointing to the glowing rectangle floating nearby.

"Start gathering the civilians from downstairs. I'll handle Sylar if he gets out of hand.".

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"That's enough, Asuka. It's gone now. All that's left is dust." He notices Yoda averting his eyes to the carnage. "I know that it might seem extreme to you, but everything we encountered on that world was hostile. According to the logs, Coop had to fight an enormous monster tree that was bent on crushing him and Getter G-3 into the ground. I have a feeling that the entity controlling that beast was the same one who kidnapped Asuka and attacked me when I went after her.

Thanks for finding her back there, by the way." Ryoma turns back towards his console, flicks on the sensors, and takes the G-3 away from the remains of the planet, heading for the first thing to stand out on either the sensors or the visuals.

Kashima and Arisato

"It sounds like... music. Really loud and heavy music. I LIKE it! This music is great, boss!" "Music? Seriously? JUST music? Music doesn't just try and poke gigantic damn holes in Amala, Pi-chan." "Well, I THINK I hear something else there, too. Like... a heartbeat or something. It's really hard to hear over the music." "A... heartbeat?!" Naoki turns his head, and just stares at the bulge in the wall for like, a minute or so. "What the hell man. Seriously, what the frickin hell."

Then Father speaks up. "Ooooooooh no. No no no no no. Bad idea, very bad idea. I think I know what this thing is now." "Huh?" Arisato popped up from behind what would resemble a fallen column, if it weren't apparently made of meat, "You've figured it out? I thought you said that you had no idea what it was." "I didn't, but Pi-chan just told me that she heard music and a heartbeat coming from it. I don't know for sure, but I think this thing might be an embryonic god or something." "What." "Look, I know more about the Amala Network than almost anyone, and the guys who DO know more aren't going to talk about it as openly as I do. One of the things I know is that when a god is born, it goes through a gestation process just like any other living thing. However, it always looks like they spring into existence fully formed. The reason why that happens is that the entire maturation process, from zygote to godhead, occurs within the walls of Amala." "if you knew all of that, why the hell couldn't you recognize it?!" "It was an academic understanding, and there weren't exactly diagrams for the stupid thing! It never told me what it LOOKED like!"

He returns his attention to Father. "Seriously, I bet you just now decided 'Oh hey, I can hijack the god-fetus and use it for whatever I want!' DO NOT DO THAT. It doesn't work that way. This is information from the LAST sysadmin of the Network. The one I killed. He was a prick who would have done pretty much anything for the sake of his own power, but he specifically said not to bother things like this. Let's just take a step back, and observe the birth of a new god from a safe distance, OK? Can we do that? Please?"

[doliest]

Sylar
"Yagami opened a Door. He can do it again." Sylar sends a bolt of lightening at Stig, "And that's my sword now."

[Gulping]

The Stig

You just stand there and take it. Your suit is insulated against elemental attacks, and you're wearing rubber soles. You do have to step back a little, but you're unharmed.

*Unacceptable. Weapon Too Dangerous. Not As Much As Other Sword, But Still Not Toy. Refuse To Give To One Like You. Violent. Unstable. Would Use Sword's Power, Become Monster. Cannot Allow.*

With a thought, both the Vorpal Blade and the Sword of Truth flicker away into the Hangar. In their place, you hold your tire iron.

*More Pressing Issues At Hand. Stand Down, Or I Will Subdue You.*

[Cracklord]

Azazel
Andi is cutting carrots with a serrated knife, while a pot of water burns on the stove. The kitchen is small, and clean enough to perform neuro-surgery.

Anderson
The time machine flashes back, 0ne year. Above is a carpet, flown by a very brave nanny and a team of earths last hope, against the coming destruction, and against one mans mad dream to burn down everything. Alone they'll die. They need help. They need the wrath of God.

Flandre
Alucard vanishes. Wrong place, wrong time. He did that sometimes.
You appear behind Magog and Pinhead. A giant dragon is smashing apart the city. "I feel something on the air. A strange, scent, one that is a little familiar. This is where we begin our hunt, Flandre." He says, not deigning to recognize Pinhead or Magog.

Jack Sparrow
Barbossa stood at six feet and three inches and made every centimetre count in his bearing.
"Ye woldnae have gotten close, he was mine if he was anyones." Your rival replies, his voice was the harsh rumble of a distant storm. "But now we're landlocked, no ship, no clue and..."
He sniffs "Americas. We've been left in the new world."

Kashima and Arisato
"I think I will watch this." He says, still smiling. "It would be best if you left now."

G3
The nearest energy signature is that of the departed Green lanterns. As it leads to Oa, it's probably not the best place for you.
The second is the boomtube of Darkseid. Leading to Apokolips.

Dresden
"Yes! No, Nevernever even better protected. Powerful spirits watch over it. They weren't affected either." Toot replies to your musing.

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
She's flying, so he can't quite catch up with her. He still needed to learn how to do that some day. Maybe the people in Gensokyo can teach him one day. He needs a way to fly to her, to protect her, to save this world. He needs... some form of horse. He begins walking forwards.

Flandre
She nods her head, looking around for a target. She could smell something strange, but her senses weren't quite refined enough from under-use. So she merely waits for Alucard's signal.

[darkblade]

Dresden

"So they got in without setting anything off? No signs of a struggle I take it?" I asked again tossing Toot a small chuck of the remaining slice.

***

Asuka

"Sorry, I just kind of lost control for a second I'm fine now. Where to now?"

***

Oracle

"Sylar, what the Hell is wrong with you?" Oracle demans of the metahuman.

With her off hand she begins tapping into the Carrier's Door systems to set one on Sylar if he doesn't stop.

[Cracklord]

Dresden
Toot looks confused. "His neck was cut." He says slowly, catching the slices and eating it in record time, down to the smallest crumb.

[darkblade]

Dresden

Damn fairy logic. "Did the killer leave a mess? Knocked over furniture and the like."

[Cracklord]

Dresden
"Yes. His room smashed, furniture broken. Scorch marks. Arthur had broken bones."

[darkblade]

Dresden

"So either he let something he thought was a friend in and it turned out to be something else or we are dealing with something stupidly powerful." I mused giving Toot and his friends the last of the Pizza. With the way things were going I have a bad feeling that it was stupidly powerful.

"Alright guys. I'll see you when I get back to Chicago for your weekly bribe." I said taking the empty box away. "Stay out of trouble."

I resumed walking down the road until I came across Solomon, Morbius and Elric again. "The Merlin is dead and the White Council is being drawn into another war. Fortunately they got enough Wardens to send us some back up."

[nanobot_swarm]

Akuma
Seeing that he has returned to life, Akuma tests his limbs to see if they work properly. Satisfied that they are in adequete order, he looks for an exit, and listens to who's playing.

Godzilla
The blast hits Gojira and causes a large explosion against his scales, like a firework on the 4th of July. In turn Godzilla respnds with his own, scales glow blue, and atomic breath fires from his mouth.

King Ghidorah
The blast hits the dragon in the back, burning away scales and leaving a mark. The chains do not make it, as Ghidorah's two tails swat them away, while the beast turns. All three heads fire lasers at the general direction of the attacks.

[Cracklord]

Dresden
Toot doesn't move. He shakes his head. "I have to give you a message first." He says, whizzing around your head, his stomach grossly distended from all the pizza. He's eaten roughly three times his weight, so the bulge should be smaller, but just the same...

[doliest]

Sylar
Sylar grins, "That little freak is dead! I can finally do what I want, be what I was meant to and so much more. Oh, he tried to stop me, though he didn't know it. He and that whore, Jenny, but she's dead and so is he. Nothing to stop me now." He leans his head back, that cold smile still on his face as he continues to see if anyone in the room has anything to offer him, "Feel free to use that Door and any other Yagami sets up. I couldn't care less if you want to leave this world or not. Gotham is so...empty; full of a bunch of freaks not worth a thing. Except Ivy. Is she still here?" He seems to have forgotten the Vorpal Sword, or at least stopped caring about it.

Pinhead
Pinhead moves away from the explosion, scanning the area for Alucard. He remembered fighting the No-Life King. He wasn't quite eager for a rematch, but he'd been as close to out of practice as one like him could be during that fight.

Slot Monster
"Woohoo! I'm on fire!" The monster laughs, until the fire hits. It starts running back and forth, "MISTRESS! I'M ON FIRE!" It spins around at Godzilla, it's crank going down, and it rolls three cherries. Large exploding coins fire out at Godzilla.

[Draxx]

Clark Kent
He leans on the fence, looks up at the sky, and watches dusk creep over the farm.

The blazing orange sun sets slowly, painting the sky in a glorious array of warm colours, which bathe the scene in a spectacular glow. Clark smiles as he watches it, glad to have the time to appreciate these things.

He could cross galaxies in a matter of hours, see microscopic events with a glance, and do many things with almost no effort that were beyond the comprehension of most humans, but it was nice to have time to appreciate something as simple as a sunrise.

He knows Lois is coming before she does, hearing her get up, sigh, leave the house, and walk half a kilometer across the fields to catch up to him. He smiles slightly, and she relishes it. He used to smile all the time, now it's rarer. Not that he's depressed, or miserable, or angry, just that he has made himself a new life f simple pleasures, and while he is content, or at least she thinks he is, he isn't a hero anymore. He loved being a hero, of wearing his beliefs like a badge and getting to see the world in black and white. It's part of what made her love him.

The years have been kind to her. She's stayed slim and healthy, her skin is mostly clear, and f their are lines on her face they are laughter lines for the most part. She dyed her hair as a personal vanity, but he didn't hold it against her. He just took her hand and looked up, glad to feel her presence.

The years had ignored him all together. While she could pass thirty eight (she liked to think) he looked to be in his early twenties, the same he'd always looked. The same he'd looked when he met her.

If it was anyone else she'd be jealous, but you couldn't hold it against him. It was impossible to be mad at him about anything. And, to be fair, she'd known he was very different from he when they'd married.

He takes off his glasses, and smiles at her. He looks different without his glasses. His eyes were a vivid, otherworldly blue, the kind you immediately notice and can never forget. That's why he wore them, and that's why it had taken her so long to realize the two men she couldn't choose between were the same men.

"Bruce called." She says in a slightly lilting drawl, leading to a conversation they'd had so many time, the one thing that still hadn't resolved. The only thing really still hanging between them.

"If he wants to talk, I'm here." Clark replies, looking at the sunset again. "If he wants something else, he can get it from somewhere else. I'm a farmer."

"They have an entire museum dedicated to you in Metropolis, and more books written about you then they do about second world war. They practically worship you. Everyone grows up wanting to be you, and being as much like you as possible."

"Not about me. About Superman. They needed a hero, and so I gave them one. Now they don't, and so I'm in retirement."

"Really. Is that so?" She raises a delicate eyebrow.

"No. Yes. I don't know." He waves an arm vaguely. He could see he was indicating the Carrier, currently in orbit in the upper atmosphere, half a world away, but to her it looked like he was indicating the whole world. Which he was.

"I did some real good, and I can be happy with it. But so have they. They stopped criminals when I only slowed them down. I don't approve, and I don't like it, but just the same this is what the world needs. Who stopped Ra's, finally? They cause their fair share of difficulties, and so did I. What matters is that they do fix things. They stood down, they didn't hurt people they didn't have to, and while they're the sort of people I'd put behind bars without batting an eyelid, maybe it's for the best."

She sighs. He was so very desperate to convince himself. So very desperate indeed. And if she let him, she'd lose him. "Once you told me all that evil needs to triumph is the good people to do nothing."

"I told everyone that." He replies, flashing a genuine grin and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. He had to concentrate, he could reduce her hand to powder without noticing if he wasn't careful.

"Does that make it less true?" She replies.

"Of course it doesn't. I wish the Justice League the best. Maybe it's just a puppet regime of Hawksmoors, he likes that sort of thing, but maybe they can do something with it. I hope so. I really do."

"But not enough to join."

"Not that much. They don't need me. What they need is politicians, people who can decide what ideals are worth protecting."

"I don't think your right."

"Your smarter then me."

"We both know that's not true." She sighed, turned around and walked back to the house. "I'm wearing you down."

"You are." He said, looking up at the sky. "You are."

Magog
The hero catches a blast on his chestplate, where it sends him flying back, and smokes. He gets up, slightly clumsily, and points his staff again. "You'll need to do better, beastie." He snarls, firing another brilliant arc of energy.

Yoda
"Choices there are, always. Live with them, you must. better or worse." That's all he says.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

Ryoma gets a faraway look in his eyes for a moment. "Yep. For better or worse. Just have to keep going, no matter what happens." He shakes his head a bit, and regains his usual demeanor.

"Ok, we got two readings. One looks like some form of 'tame' Getter; I've seen a few of those. Someone tries to filter out the elements of Getter they don't want to deal with, so they can get something more controllable. Spiral Energy is an example, although not a particularly good one because it's basically just a 'dumb' version of Getter that gives its power to anything. There's other differences too, enough to make it distinct from true Getter, which is why they're synergistic instead of being the two different names for the same thing, but that's the big one.

I say we should probably avoid that direction. Guys who use the tame stuff rarely ever react well to the real thing. However, I can also pick up that Darkseid prick, the one looking for the Anti-Life equation. He gives off a pretty distinct energy signature, and Getter hates him on principle alone."

Ryoma just grins and launches the G-3 towards Apokolips(which he thinks is a really dumb name, personally). "We already killed Gendo and Isley today. Let's go see if we can bag a New God."

Kashima and Arisato

Naoki makes a 'tsk' noise and removes his jacket again, assuming the feared form of the Demi-Fiend. "I'm staying, pops. I'm the Network Administrator, remember? This is actually my JOB."

Minato nods and draws his evoker, along with a straight, single edged sword. This sword is completely void of any ornamentation or flourish; it even lacks a handguard. The handle simply ends where the blade begins. It is a killing tool, nothing more and nothing less. He holds the blade like he's been carrying it his entire life, which is actually quite close to the truth. "Whatever happens, I will not run. My apologies, sir, but I'm not going to leave you here alone."

Neither of them are speaking out of anything other than concern, although Naoki's seems to be more professional while Minato's sounds more personal.

The Stig

*Inmate Isley Is Absent. Disappeared Along With Many Other Inmates. Likely Taken By Hollow Man. Asylum Primarily Contains Refugees. Human Population Has Been Reduced To Minimal Levels Due To Assaults From Heartless, Undead, Other Monsters. Source Of Monsters Believed To Be Enormous, Apparently Nonexistent Spider Located Deep Underground. Followed Escaping Enemy Aircraft Through Portal, Found Spider, Lost R-100, FORCE Device. Both Now Currently Threatening Planet's Integrity Due To Spider's Effects On Failsafes.

Best Case Scenario: Earthquake In 20-Point Range.
Worst Case Scenario: Bydo Consumption And Assimilation Of Spider And Planet.

Must Evacuate Remaining Human Population. Clock Is Ticking.*

[nanobot_swarm]

Godzilla
Godzilla tries to dodge the coins as best he can, going so far as to rip up parts of the ground to use as brief shields.


King Ghidorah
People tend to think large creatures are slow, but people are stupid. Almost immediately, Ghidorah jumps up and takes to the air, flying over to Magog, and tries to land on him.

[industrious]

Team Nightside

I nod to the Reasonable Men.

"Spread out, and scout the area. It looks dangerous, so you lot get to go first."

Suzie is loading her shotgun with some very ominous-looking shells. I don't want to ask.

((Where is the Authority? I'm assuming the GL Corps is taking a much needed vacation..with two exceptions))

Alan Scott

He sighs, and rubs his eyes. He really should rest, but he can still do one last thing. Forcing the last of his willpower into his ring, he creates a telephone. An old-style one, complete with rotary dial. He didn't care for the Blu-Ray or whatever it was called. And with some small amount of reluctance, begins to dial a number, the number of an old friend who had begun his career a mere two days before his.

And worlds away, in a small farm in Kansas, the phone rings.

Jack T. Chance

He was the fastest draw on his planet. There wasn't any way that Hannibal could enter the portal faster than he could squeeze off a shot. But just in case, he begins taunting the man.

"What? You failed? Our little chat didn't work, so you just give up, tail between your legs? You think I'm bad? You...you're just pathetic."

The voice comes at Hannibal from many sides, many directions. It's impossible to tell its origins.

[doliest]

Sylar
He gestures to the Door, "Take them through. Pity about Isley; she looked delicious." He smiles, "Did anyone else stay behind that could be of...use?" His meaning and intent are clear as he licks his lips pointedly.

Slot Monster
"HAHA! I'm on a roll!" All of the monsters body parts retract in until the One-Armed Bandit becomes cylindrical in shape and rolls at high speeds towards the king.

Ash
"What do I do?" Ash looks at Taylor with undisguised eagerness in his voice.

[Gulping]

The Stig

*Sorry. Enemies Don't Leave Corpses.* You walk off to where the refugees are, and start herding them onto the Carrier.

*Oracle. I Need Coordinates Of All Other Safehouses. Will Give To Carrier Director, Have Him Evacuate Each One.*

[nanobot_swarm]

Godzilla
In a baseball metaphor, Godzilla would be the batter Big G, his tail the bat, and the slot monster the ball. Big G steps up to the plate, swings at the fastball, and probably gets a home-run.

[industrious]

Tommy Oblivion

The existential detective springs over to Ash, and puts his arm around his shoulder. Ash can already tell he wouldn't like him.

"Why, we wait for the Reasonable Men to tell us what's ahead, of course! No need to risk our possible existences when we've got theirs'!"

And somehow, Ash can't fault his logic at all.

[doliest]

Slot Monster
It uncurls in the air, slamming into several buildings. "OOOOH! That gets me steamed!" Steam starts firing out of edges of the monster as it starts spinning, getting three more lucky 7s. The beam charges up and fires at the Big G.

Ash
"I would enjoy risking my existence dealing with what's in front of us." It's a more classy way of saying, 'I want to kill s*** with my new chainsaw.'

Sylar
Sylar smiles, going over every single person he could use to start his new spree in his head. The Xmen? Oh yes, a glorious first choice...but maybe the Justice League? Surely a not displeasurable prospect. Avengers? Hulk would so complete Abomination. Authority....oh yes, the Authority. His 'family' in particular. Quantum. Shen. Midnighter. Apollo. Hawksmoor. Doctor. Yagami. He would start with them. Pick them off. One. By. One. Who first? The Doctor would be last; he was worthless. Quantum was powerful, so a sneak attack that no one saw coming would be best started with her. To bad; throwing Apollo and Midnighter's crumbled corpses to her would have been so...enjoyable. He also needed to kill Shen quickly; she could still pose a threat to him, and unlike Quantum she might realize it given enough time. "Door. Jenny Quantum." If they were still in a group...he knew his current limits. He'd need to wipe out another super group or two first, then deal with the Authority.

[Murkus]

Azazel

"Hey hon." The old goat says, smiling and sidling up beside Andie. "That smells good." He puts a hand around the woman's waist, trying to pull close and give her a kiss.

During which, he tries to exit Sam through and possess Andie. A perfect transfer. And your average human shouldn't put up any fight.

[Draxx]

Clark Kent
Clark picks it up. He's still dressed in his overalls, and could almost pass of for human. At least, if he hadn't just crossed half a kilometer before the first ring finished.
"This is Kent." He says cheerfully. Kent, not Superman. "How's the weather on Oa?"

Magog
The Authority member is very strong, far beyond human cpabilities, but he couldn't mess witht that. So he goes down beneath it, crushed against the stone, that gives way before his unyielding body.

[darkblade]

Oracle

"Kira, Kirby was just murdered by an unknown Penguin monster in front of Sylar. He's probably coming for you all now. You might consider using your heart attack powers on him." Oracle says.

"Also we got civilians coming through now." Barbra adds as Cass and Tim begins leading the civilians through a Door to the Carrier.

***

Dresden

"A message?" I paused and waited for Toot to explain.

[doliest]

Light
"Understood." He moves away from the comm, "Misa? What was Sylar's real name?"

[industrious]

Alan Scott

"Not good. We just got back from a rogue god; barely escaped with our lives. And I'm not getting any younger, Clark. Unlike you."

Alan's aging has been slowed considerably. But he's still over ninety years old, and while his body feels a comfortable forties, his mind doesn't.

[Cracklord]

Dresden
Toot looks somewhat serious. Or at least, as much as he can, which isn't actually very much. As a wild fey, its a miracle he even was able to remember this long.
"The Toymaker says you're on the right track. He also says you'll need his help later. He says you'll know when." He chirps.
He then zips away, vanishing in a cone of air, leaving you alone with an empty pizza box.

"Whenever we see each other, you always seem to be toeing the line. I look forward to catching you cross it some day." Morgan growled from behind you, making you start. How the hell did he sneak up on you like that?
You turn to find him glowering at you from barely six meters away, tall, sour and with the grim solemnity of a proffesional mourner. He was dressed in faded denim jeans, a grey silk shirt and a sports coat. A golfbag was slung over one shoulder, a short, knobbly, angry looking staff was clutched in his other hand. His cool eyes were boring into you, his pinched lips set in a frown that would make any comedian turn in his jokebook and get a real job. It was a face that had never learned to laugh.

Team Nightside
The light of Esperacchius flares brightly, illuminating the room. It's bigger then you expected, and white, clean stone. Narrow channels have been dug in the ground, forming strange, twisting shapes that hurt the eyes if you look at them too closely. Dried, crusty blood had flown through recently.
At the end of the room, is a barred, steel door. Vioices can be heard from the other side, murmering softly.

Light Yagami
"Gabriel Gray" Misa replies promptly, already with his window open. "Heart attack won't kill him. Try cellular deterioation.” She adds.
It’s a desperate measure, of course. You’d prefer not to kill your teammates. But perhaps you won’t get a choice.

Azazel
You flow out of the antichrist and into his girl, unopposed, insinuating yourself within and coiling around her heart like a nest of vipers. Her body feels strange at first, but you soon make yourself comfortable. She isn't afraid, not at first, she's confused and startled. She doesn't even realize what is happening. You shut her mind down before you can.
Sam stumbles back, a warm feeling in his chest. He just regained his soul, the deal was Andi would be returned and no more interference, a deal that was just broken. But he doesn't even notice. "You... Get out of her you-"

Jack T. Chance
There is a misconception that people like Hannibal have their own deeply seated vulnerbilities and issues, that are easy to open up. In most cases, this is correct. But Hannibal is an exception. He has been examined by specialists for more then ten years, and they have failed to get so much as a single reaction from him beyond wry ammusement. While many of them have left in tears, or taken their own lives.
“You think so? Because I think I made peace with what I am long ago, while you’re just a a scared boy trying to convince himself the mask he wears is who he really is, becausee the truth is too difficult to a burden.” He turns and steps through the portal, and you fire from the hip. The blast gets him in the back, knocking him down and through the portal. The effects can’t be seen from here, lost within the swirling disk.
Nobodies don’t have a lot of use for their internal organs. They no longer serve any function, after all, beyond taking up space. So how much damage you did is a good question.

G3
You head to Apokolips.
Yoda can feel the torment of the billions of souls that inhabit it, all tortured beyond the ability of words to express, until the spark of light that each of them posess is worn down to nothing. They are all dead to the force, to make them easier to control.
Kamina can feel the call to adventure, the righteous desire boiling in his blood.
Asuka and Coop can see the incredible defenses and power of their technology, and knows this is no easy fight, that with the combined firepower the mech won't stand a chance.
Rymoa sees another days work.

Apokolips
Steppenwolf strides in, giving you only a cursory bow before making a report. "A vessel we do not recognize is approaching, one generating power at a rate equal to the being BRAINIAC, perhaps even Galactus. We can detect five beings aboard." His eyes narrow cruelly. "Do I have your permission to take my hunters and see to our defense?"
Lobo stops his exit, turning on his heel. "Maybe I should stick around. You can't pay me if you bite the dust."

[doliest]

Light
He shakes his head, "Let's see if it comes to that first; we don't know for sure what he's going to do." 'And maybe he'll kill Midnighter for me' is left unspoken as Light looks at his still broken wrist. Why burn bridges he didn't need to yet? All of his powers were magic in nature. Sylar, even if he had snapped, didn't need him.

Ash
Ash looks at Taylor, "I leave the lock to you, Taylor." Ash had only one Lock-Picking method. It involved copious amounts of swearing and ripping through metal with a chainsaw. It defintely lacked the...subtlety this situation required.

[Cracklord]

Midnighter
Christing and Luthor are jabbering away in gibberish. They don’t seem to be smashing things. So it’s outside you’re area of expertise. You get a call. Sylar has gone feral again.
Something you can do right there.

Apollo, Shen, Jackson King, Piccolo
Still at the crossroads, Bendix nowhere to be seen.

Hawksmoor
You wake up. The… device Doom used has worn away, and your yourself again. You are dying. You need to get to a real city, now.

[industrious]

John Taylor

I start towards the door, a set of lockpicks handy, but Tommy interrupts me before I do so. The man, rather paradoxically for an existentialist, is always far too hyper. At least, he is around me. Honestly, you save his existence two or three times...

Tommy Oblivion faces the door, and begins to talk. He loves talking.

"I bet it's interesting being a door. Opening...closing...opening again. But really? What's your function? If you're open, then you might as well not exist. If you're closed, then you're exactly the same as a wall. So, really. What's your point? You can't be two things at once, you know. Pick and choose. Stay open, or closed forever. And it's always so much better to be open and wide to the experiences waiting for you."

The door, realizing it's own folly, promptly vanishes. Tommy has a gift for logic; he could make his own firing squad run away sobbing and shooting each other given half a minute and left with out a gag.

Jack T. Chance

Jack shrugs. His weapon was one of the best on the market. Multi-phase disintegrator. Banned on five planets; none of which were in his sector. He had had it since before he was a Lantern. Hannibal was as good as dead.

He continues moving, then, dropping his invisibility. And sets his ring to scan for both energy signatures matching that of Hannibal's portal, or blank, empty areas that would indicate the presence of the Heartless or Black Lanterns.

The Midnighter

"Great. Note to self: Jenny is getting a very stern lecture about forgiveness and optimism at the next available opportunity."

The Midnighter is many things. Dad of the Year is not one of them, though it certainly wasn't for lack of trying.

"Door: Carrier."

Jackson King, Ghost Rider

((Just remembered where they are. Heartless patrol with "guard dogs"; King is trying to see if he can tap into their senses. For now, they haven't been noticed.))

Apollo

He isn't like Superman in all aspects. He doesn't have X-ray vision or ice or super breath, or a uniform that was nigh-indestructible. But his senses are finely honed, and looking with his own enhanced vision, tries to see if Bendix left any fingerprint trails along the castle walls.

[Cracklord]

Jack T. Chance
A blade sllashes you, slacing between your index and middle finger and down your hand, through your wrist and almost as far as your elbow, slicing the bone in half in the process legnthwise. "Rash." Hanninal says, pulling the sword back.
"I'm no longer so easily killed. But good try. Not really." He pulls back the sword. "About all you're good for, firing that gun. Why even bother with the ring?"
Your shot burned through his hip, leaving a terrible, gaping hole that should make it impossible to stand up, let alone walk. But as a Nobody, Hannibal wasn't really a body so much as a puppet on strings.
He pulls back the sword. "One of us is going to die here. You'd best hope it's you, that way you might feel a little less ashamed."

Nightside
That's Doors speciality, but it works, I suppose.
In the other room his five cowled and hooded beings who are probably human. Necromancers. One of them you recognize as Cowl.
A glowing blue ghost stands amidst them, in slightly more ornate robes decorated with a circle in the midst of a five pointed star. The elements and spirit controlled by neither order or reason.
His face is anemic, gaunt and sullen, with sunken eyes set impossibly deep in his skull and a thick beard. He doesn't seem to have noticed you. He's busy speaking in a hushed monotone, whispering obscenities.

Apollo
He went on ahead, then darted into a panneling seemingly identical to every other panneling.

Jackson
They haven't noticed you, but they haven't really got minds so much as impulses written into their beings, that are to alien for you to iunderstand, much less influence.

Vin
The wind grew more chill, blowing out of the north. Thunder and lightning roamed about, and water fell in fist sized droplets, runnig along the eddies and cracks, until they made it to the lava, where they became steam with a violent hiss. A freezing rain was falling. Everything was glazed with crystal ice.
Blue bolts hammer around you, and the hand twitches and wriggles to the beat of the strikes. A hurricane of anger rolled through the skies.

And then a manshape emerges from the storm, the water disolving around him, wreathing him in a halo of steam. He was big, big and young, with a beard, tossled bronze hair, and the muscles of the better class of God (not the ones with tentacles, obviously). He's incredibly good looking, the sort of masculinity that can be fealt across the room, but there was something unholesome, almost obscene about it.
He's dressed in a jerkin, moleskin pants so tight they cling like a second skin, witha woodcuter axe tied to his back.
You aren't sure what to make of him.

[Draxx]

Yoda
"Careful, we must be. Grave danger there is. Impatient to fight you are." He closes his eyes sedately, then opens them. "Clear, your mind must be. Pain. Suffering. Death, I sense. To win here, strong enough, we are not."

Kamina
Kamina is in no mood to listen to Yoda. Again with a direct and terrible purpose, he gets to his feet, seeming to take forever to unfold, then again pionting his finger in the air. "We are all men! Whilst we draw breath, we stand. Whilst we stand, we fight. Whilst we fight, we prevail! Nothing shall stay our wrath, or stand in our way! Even if all the lights in the heavens oppose us, we shall toss reason aside and throw logic to the curb. We will show them all what it is to be men!"

His ring flairs, and his uniform shimmers, but he doesn't even notice. He is glowing again, and his glasses flash every shade of blue, first cyan, then aquamarine, then deep palentine, then periwinkle, then ultramarine, each flash progressively stronger until you actually have to avert your eyes each progressive flash.

"Do not ask me to approach the battle meekly, to creep through the shadows, or to quietly slip on my foes in the dark. We will confront our enemies, and they will tremble at our approach! For they may be well-equipped. They may be well-trained, battle-hardened, and have powers beyond ours. They may even believe that their gods are on their side. Let them believe what they will. We have the each other to fall back on, and that is all a man can desire. I do not fear death. Death fears ME! IT FEARS ALL OF US! AND NOTHING CAN STAND IN OUR WAY!"

Door
Door stares at the puff of logic. "That was completely unnecesary." She says in a moonotone, not bothered about alerting those on the other side. There is no way they didn't already know they were here.

Which begged the question actually, what the hell was so important they were secure leaving armed and dangerous strangers in the other room?

Clark Kent
"You're only as old as you feel, Alan." Kent replies. The small talk feels good, the familiar banter that characterized his relationship with so many of his old friends. But he could tell Alan wasn't in the mood, the old man sounded frustrated. He decided it would be doing him a favor to cut to the chase.

"So, I take it you need my advice about something? You haven't called me in a very, very long time. You should come around for dinner sometime."

Thanos
Thanos has three remaining fleets, but having sacrificed one he has no desire to squander another when he might need them. "It seems your enemies have little desire to leave you be, Darkseid. Fools taking up arms against omnipotence. They rush head-on into armageddon. So be it then! Let there be war!"

Roland Deschain/Optimus Prime
? ? ? ? ?

[AnimeKid]

Fayt

He looks at Tommy with a look of 'WTF' on his face, "How, just how" he says in a incredulous tone.

KM

Her body ready to move in case Syler tried anything or tried to attack any innocents.

[Corvond]

Blues Brothers

This is it. If we fail we toss aside our crafts, our skills, our vocations, our obsessions, the very things that make us people; and leaving behind the next generation with nothing but recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves, quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gansta-rap, acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush.
Or we can put on a show as we never have before, win over this crowd, and Dwin ourselves a place in the vital American legacies of Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmie Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller, Louie Jordan, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonnyboy Williamson I (and II), Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Pressley, Lieber and Stoller, and Robert K. Weiss.
The music began slow, creeping over the metal, irresistible as a glacier, soft and weak but growing steadily stronger.
Here is an opener. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnaSRhMB_qo)
Jake sang, making up for lack of skill with attitude, Elwood danced, and the band put their hearts into the music, playing as they had never played before, transcending the capabilities of their instruments and the music itself to create something truly special, a slow steady beat and song that had people nodding and stomping in time to, almost without realizing it, so caught up were they in the sound. It was a song that said it all, all there was to say, all that mattered, the sort of song that touched on feelings most of the audiance didn't even know they had. It was only the warmup.
It kept on going, the power only growing. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owCtCy55S2k&feature=related)
The next song was faster and less intense, a song you could dance to, move to, a song you wanted to be part of, a song that had everyone up and moving to. It was over far too fast, leaving the audience panting, breathless and desperate for more. The band milked it for a moment, and then went on into a new song.

On the way to New Orleans (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyARF3CSII0)
By now, the magic of the Blues was in full swing. People were showing amazing skill and choreography that any studio would swear was impossible, as they moved in complex dances, perfect synchronicity and muscle control.
It wasn't something you could fight, or that you even wanted to, it was a storm that swept you up one way or another, clutched you by the privates and made you dance, loving every second of it.
It gave the sort of feeling that can usually only be achieved by perfect spiritual enlightenment or a thousand dollars of illegal substances, so pure and perfect that it was like being reborn.
The more perceptive noticed that the band had swelled, other musicians appearing and adding to the sound. Ray Charles in a sparkling white tuxedo played a gold keyboard, seeming to float in thin air as his hands danced effortlessly across the keys. Muddy Waters played his guitar behind him, giving a warm, open smile. John lee Hooker and Bob Dylan stood shoulder to shoulder, mouth organs fighting one moment, agreeing the next as they wove a complex melody of their own. Paul Kelly, and others, impossible to recognize added to the music, each adding their own special something. to the music. If the last hadn't been long enough, this song seemed to stretch forever.

The next song was harder. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnaSRhMB_qo)
They'd won the audiences bodies, now they were taking their hearts and minds as well. They had shown them , now they took them the other way, made them really feel sorrow and pain, wrenched and tugged at their heart strings and showed them parts of their soul they'd never seen before.
When it was over, the audience nodded at each other, with crys of "That's the way it is." and "preach it brother."

But the band wasn't done with them. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plaDFJpOfMs&feature=related)
Again, they had them dancing, and it seemed almost supernatural how effortlessly they turned them around, once more playing them like the finest of instruments as they showed them whole new ways to appreciate music. They'd given it all they had, and then found new depths of themselves with which to play. The music wove beyond sounds, becoming a beat that was the shared heartbeat of the world, a chord that struck with everyone.
The effects could be felt across the world, ripples that spread, covering the entire planet. As they played, for a moment, just a moment, people felt the effects, putting down their weapons and seeing a new way of life, either weeping with joy or laughing and singing, in the midst of a revelation that would be forgotten as soon as the song stopped. But as one song ends, a new one begins...

Piccolo
The Namekian puts a hand on Apollo's shoulder. It feels strange, the pads are all in the wrong places. "I'm a little lost." He says, crossing his arms. "Don't suppose you have a clue?"

Cheshire
"Well that was deeply satisfying." He says, and returns to Wonderland, satisfied at long last.

Jaghatai
The golden warrior steps into the warp. He thought he sensed something...
Familiar. Something he hasn't felt in a long, lonely time.

[Colesign]

Sanya

Sanya has enough knowledge to work things out. "The Black Council." He mutters. "And...Rasputin." He says grimly.

He pulls out a grenade from his satchel. "I recommend frontal assault with all of our strength."

Vin

Vin emerges from the tree, staring at the Godly being with the big axe.

"Who are you?" She decides to say, and burns Pewter and Atium, just in case.

[Murkus]

Azazel

Frankly, the old goat could care less about Sam's soul. If the other geezers down below wanted it that badly, they should've taken care to tell him.

Andie shoots out an arm, her eyes glazing yellow-gold. The demon tries to get a hand around Sam's throat, lifting him off the ground.

"Oh, poor mister Oliver. Still thinking he's in charge." If successful in lifting him, Azazel tries to spin and toss Sam into one corner of the kitchen. Headfirst.

He only uses a small amount of strength, as he doesn't want to break the kid's neck just yet.

[The Shoveler]

Coop
He was never one for backing down.
"Alright, Kamina! We have a mission to do here, and I won't let no stinking alien FREAKS stand in our way! Arming all weapons, system at the ready. Ready to fire on your order, Ryoma!" he says. He liked military movies since that one time Full Metal Jacket came on instead of wrestling. Therefore he took pleasure in playing the role. And if he did die, he'd just suplex death itself!

Lucy
When the Ogdru Jahad woke up, another Eldritch Abomination, Cthulu, arose from the depths. However this time, when a Gigantic Spider motherf***er awoke under the Earth, another being of destruction awoke. And she had her sights set on Gotham. Those with acute senses could see something invisible coming towards the Asylum as a lone woman with wild red hair made her way towards her goal.

[darkblade]

Oracle

Oracle now that the civilians are all "safely" aboard the Carrier she goes back to work seeing if she can find anything relating to the Tower in her database of magical superheroes and villians and continues waiting for Bob.

She has a bad feeling that the Asylum is going to be attacked again. The Clocktower was never this vulnerable.

***

Asuka

"Mister Kamina with all due respect. Are you insane?" Asuka asks.

"I'm all for a good fight but we're in outer orbit and even from here we can see that the whole planet is a weapon unto itself. To just attack it like this is stupid, at least by ourselves."

***

Dresden

"I was nowhere near the line in that one. There were no bindings or compulsions in the summoning, the fairy could have ignored my summon if he so desired. That and their bribe cost me twenty-five bucks. The smallville hicks here way over charge for crappy pizza." I said tossing the empty box in the first garbage can.

"Beside if you think I'm bad wait until you see my friends." I lead Morgan to the others who are apparently standing around where Alucard left them.

"You know Solomon Kane the Puritan Warrior, this is Dr. Michael Morbius failed science experiment that just so happens to look like a vampire and Knight of the Cross, and Elric I know next to nothing about him but you probably won't like him. Guys this is Commander Morgan of the White Council Wardens, he doesn't like me very much but he's going to help us with this Tower job." I introduced everyone and started walking to the Cullen's residence.

"Where are the reserves you said you'd bring. I was at least expecting Ramierez to come with you."

***

Darksied

Darksied replies almost bored. "Analyze lifesigns and report species to me. Until then all defenses remain on standby."

[Colesign]

Solomon Kane

"We've met." The Puritan suddenly interjected, nodding at Morgan in greeting. "Though I haven't seen him since Nevada (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGZF7-BSejg/S_8_lfSEwiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/hlOz75a-JsQ/s1600/Nuke%2520Test.jpg)..."

[darkblade]

Dresden

"What happened in Nevada?" Morbius asks idly, make small talk to avoid the elephants in the room, namely the Vampire like being weilding a powerful holy weapon and the obviously dark magic weilding Elric.

"A skinwalker and a nuclear explosion." I explained.

Morbius shivered slightly, his experience with the Legion of Monsters had no doubt showed him some of the nastier things that go bump in the night.

[The Tygre]

Quenthel
"And how do I find this wizard, my Goddess?" Quenthel asks, doing her best to ignore the ministrations of the Spider Queen.

Kreia
"I have a request to make you of, New God. This anti-life equation... Is there a way to focus it?"

Elric
Elric eyes the mage, holding himself tall as he says, "A pleasure to meet you. Hopefully you will be of assistance to us, though I am unfamiliar with your 'White Council'."

[darkblade]

Darksied

"In what way?" For some reason, possibly the proclamation Odin made before the Lanterns came for him Darksied is fascinated by this midiclorian infested woman.

***

Dresden

"It's a council of wizards that fight to keep the Darker aspects of magic from overtaking themselves and the world. Rather old fashioned in most aspects but they do a halfway decent job of it." I explained.

***

Zexion

Zexion awaits Nekron's response to his refusal to take up Wednesday's mantle as the Vessel of darkness.

***

Mickey

Mickey has somehow found his own way to the Blue Power Battery and holds out his ring to charge it.

"In Port Royale's day, in Agrabah's night,
With hearts strong and full souls full of light,
When all seems lost in the War of Light,
Trust in the keys -- For hope burns bright!
Hoo! Hoo!"


With his ring charged and the Heartless seemingly destroyed once and for all Mickey draws his Keyblade and opens a portal to the Disney Kingdom. It is time for the King to Return.

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"Whoo boy. That is an ENORMOUS amount of enemies. And the best tactic for a situation like this isn't exactly usable because there's still PEOPLE there." Ryoma leans back a little and closes his eyes, losing himself in thought.

"Kamina. That new power of yours. What do you think it's capable of, really? If we can combine that with Getter, we might be able to pull this off."

The Stig

You retrieve the information on the other safehouses around the world and walk through the portal yourself. Once you've reached your destination, you quickly locate the person operating the portal systems; a young Japanese man who smells like death and apples. No, wait, that's the apparition hanging around the kid in pretty much the same way a bad smell does. Unimportant, unless he does something.

It takes a second due to the weird thing's presence momentarily sticking in your cognitive craw, but you soon realize that this is the kid you took the Sword from. What is it with young men and legendary swords of abominable power? Seriously. Shaking your head, you display the safehouse data on a nearby wall using a hidden projector in your helmet, and tap the kid's shoulder.

*Open Portals At These Points. More Refugees There.*

[The Shoveler]

Lucy
Suddenly it seems that the foreboding goes away. Lucy has put the vectors down for now. She walks up to the front gate of the Asylum, looking into the camera to get recognition from the person behind it. If Oracle is looking, she sees a young woman, around 18 or 19, with long red hair and a bow. She's wearing a skirt and shirt that seem to not go together to well, but somehow she pulls it off. She has a look of innocence in her eyes. She c*cks her head.
"Nyu?"

[Cracklord]

Flandre
Alucard walks away, sniffing the air. He looks up at the sky, smiling at the red moon, then steps on. "Such a beautiful night, is it not?" He says to his descendant.

Dresden, Elric, Morbius, Kane
"Well there is only one riot, isn't there?" He replies, his lips curling slightly. If you did no better, you might think he was making a joke. He's not, he's just having a go at Dresden.
"They will come as soon as they can." He says at last. "It should be tomorrow. For now, I suggest we get a place to rest." He's glancing at Elric, nonstop, as though trying to figure something out.
In fact, the only one he's not suspicious of is Kane, as the hard line Puritanism appeals to him.

Zexion
"Regrettable." Shaidar Haran replies. "No doubt a leader will suggest itself in time." He has given you quite a bit, taught you powers and given you plenty. But you can tell he's not to be trusted, not by any stretch of the word. You're replaceable to him, you all are. This headquarters, everything he views as ultimately expendable.

Quenthel
"He is on the surface on a world where I am but a shadow of a memory. The Crimson King has created a portal for you to a place that should bring you within a days walk."

Concert
The universe tears at such a display, unable to contain so much awesome. And in that moment, it all shatters. The world twists on itself, the universe unravels, desperately trying to rectify the problem. Wormholes open, and the various groups are deposited across the cosmos, while at the same time the promised coming occurs, and the world becomes a brutal place.
Rivers change shape, volcanos erupt, and the demons and gods of metal are born on the world to carve themselves a world in their image.
Yet, the soul had an effect as well. It promised another chance for humanity. It promised hope.

Eddie Riggs, Scott Pilgrim
You're in what might be an office, with the ghostly aroma of ancient spices. On one side of the room was a bank of TV monitors. There was a steady sigh of fresh air, but you could hear the rattling sounds of machinery driving it.
Communications devices were everywhere, all of them currently not in use. And the windows are barred and reinforced.
Ophelia crosses her arms, the only other member of your band to make it. "Alright, now that that's over you can tell me something." She says, eye twitching slightly. "What the hell was that about?"

Oracle
Two people are in your network. You don't recognize either of them.

Dante, Roland Deschain
Blade gets himself up of the ground first, adjusting his coat and checking to be sure of all his weapons. At last satisfied, he glances around, reaching into a pocket and putting on his sunglasses.
You are on the sidewalk of a sleepy little american town, it's hot, and you need a drink. Your heads feel like they've been stuffed with cotton wool, and your throats are dry. The last half an hour is just a strange, confusing blur.

Travis, Gilgamesh
You appear in a flash of light. On the Carrier, behind Light Yagami and Misa Yagami.

Optimus Prime
You don't vanish. Godzilla and Lord Zedd's monster are still smashing everything in sight, and Berserker vanished as well.

Darksied
"Five beings. Mostly human." As in the beings within are mostly human, not that most of the beings were human. "And one being we can't identify. Three are powerful and dangerous, not t you of course my lord, and two barely register." Steppenwolf replies promptly.
Lobo is still watching, smirking.

Vin
"A stranger from a distant land." He replies, his voice deep and pleasant to listen to. "I am called Richard."
Hie bare chest is covered in ropy scars, and there is another huge one between his eyes, that's even worse. It seems to have bent back part of his skull.

Azazel
Sam's head hits the wall with a sickening crack. Blood oozes out beneath his hair. He gets to his feet, then stops. Even possessed, he can't hurt Andie. He's swaying, as though drunk, and he's very unsteady.

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
"Yep, a truly beautiful night!" she says, following behind him. "Makes me want a bite to drink." She tries her hardest to see if she can smell anything unusual.

[Cracklord]

Flandre
"Not yet, soon." He says, thinking again of the target of their hunt. "Soon."

[Gulping]

Everyone, like a few minutes ago

"OW!" *cursing, moaning*

Dante

"Agh, did anyone get the number of that train?" Dante picks himself up, groaning as various bits of cartilage pop and snap. He aches all the hell over his body, and requires alcohol and ice cream immediately.

Not really paying attention to his current situation, Dante wanders off in search of sustenance.

Eddie and Scott

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..." These two guys are still kind of shell-shocked. What all just happened was very confusing, they're wearing odd, watchlike items they don't remember having before. Besides that, Eddie is still holding on to Nevan, while Clementine rests in Scott's hands. Also, they both smell heavily of cheap beer, for some reason.

Eddie's the first one to snap out of his daze. "...I have no idea. There was just rocking, and rocking, and then they started playing, and then all I remember is fire and screaming."

Scott just stands there, slack jawed. He's probably going to be out of it for a while more.

Travis and Gilgamesh

Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay... What the F**K JUST HAPPENED?! WHERE THE F**K AM I?! WHO THE F**K ARE YOU PEOPLE?! WHAT THE F**K IS GOING ON?! I DON'T KNOW, SIR TRAVIS! THIS IS ENTIRELY ALIEN TO ME! I'D SAY WE'VE BEEN TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER DIMENSION, BUT USUALLY IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT!

The Stig

Strange people have just popped in, and now they're shouting and panicking and being very, very loud.

This will not stand. *Both Of You. Shut Up. Now.*


Travis and Gilgamesh Part Two!

... ...

The Stig

*Good. What Happened? Why Are You Here?*

Travis and Gilgamesh Part THREEEEEEEE!

I don't f**king know. If I did, I wouldn't be acting like a pathetic spaz! We were at a concert, rocking the f**k out, and then the whole f**king universe explodes, and next thing we know, BAM! Here we are! It was very traumatic. I am very thankful that I can barely recall anything of what happened. Don't ask me what little I do know, for it cannot fade from my memory fast enough, and I refuse to try and reinforce its presence.

[Colesign]

Vin

"Hail and Well met, Richard." Vin replies. She hobbles out of the tree cover to the ground: anyone with half a brain can see that her left foot is injured.

"What are you doing in a wasteland like this? I have the excuse of being inexplicably hurled across space and time by a powerful entity."

She pulls back the hood of her Mistcloak to show her face. "Still, a pleasure to see a pleasant-looking face."

Somethings...not right about him. Vin thinks. She studies him to see if anything's off.

[Cracklord]

Vin
His eyes flash for a moment, then he bends down an begins fashioning you a splint for your injured foot. "I do not suggest you put any weight on it." He says as he does. "You would only make it worse. As to how I came to be here, that is a question I cannot answer. It's a pleasure to see you, however, I began to fear I was the only living thing on this place."

Dante, Roland
"Wait a moment." Blade says. "I don't like this place. Something's wrong here." He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. "It's probably nothing. I'll go find us a place to stay."

[AnimeKid]

KM

She looks at the two strange new arrivals, "Interdimensional travel does not happen spontaneously especially not in reaction to rock music of all things." she says with a deadpan voice.

[Draxx]

The Kurgan
A car drives into Forks, Washington, coming on like a hurricane. At the wheel was an immense figure, tall and built like a mountain. He looks like a punk, gothic nightmare, dressed in black leather, greased-back hair, with a high, arrogant face, good cheekbones, and a horrific scar across his neck.
He seemed out of place in the modern surroundings. He seemed more a part of the ancient nightmares of humanity then anything that belonged here and now. His slightest movement spoke of steel-spring muscles knit to the keen intellect of a born swordsman. There was nothing deliberate or measured about his actions, either he was at rest, in which he was still as a statue, or he was in motion, with the slow deliberate movements of a lion stalking prey.

Merciless and arrogant, The Kurgan rides through time on the strength of those other immortals he has killed, beheading them and swallowing their power with the goal of being the last immortal left as the ultimate Prize to be won.

Regardless of the country or time, the Kurgan is relentless in his quest for the Prize. And so in light of his bloodlust, he has come here, to Forks, hunting one of his kind.

A chainmail glove turns on the radio, and he smiles to himself, as the sound blares out. Here we are. Born to be kings. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEJ8lpCQbyw)

Roland Deschain
The Gunslinger gets to his feet. He fits in the town far better then the other two, even with his massive revolvers. He stares around, his faded blue eyes shocked at the familiar.

"I know this place." He says softly. "I have been here before."

Optimus Prime
The leader of the Autobots shakes himself, as he returns to normal. Godzilla is smashing the city.
He has to do something about it.

Kamina
"I have yet to discover all there is to know, but I am learning." He replies, the ring flashing again. The harsh words don't bother him, he's already made up his mind. If he has to he'll break off Gurren Laggan and attack all by himself.

[Gulping]

Dante

Dante perks up at Roland's words. "You have? Seriously? Do you know where the nearest bar is? If I don't get something NOW I'm going to slick my hair back and start acting like my brother. That's a bad thing!" It's hard to tell if Dante's apparent hysteria is real, or just an act he's putting on as some kind of weird joke.

It is equally hard to tell whether or not he's an incredibly good or unbelievably terrible actor.

[Colesign]

Vin

"Thank you for the medical aid: it's hard to self-treat a wound like this."

Vin lets him do his work. "To the best of my knowledge, we're the only living things here." Vin says, "Although, the thing that broke my ankle, a decaying hand emerging from beneath the tree, is very much undead and malevolent. It can't move, so stay the heck away from it."

There's a moment of silence. "So where'd you learn to bind a wound like this?"

[Draxx]

Roland Deschain
"I do. Yes." He replies, still getting his bearings. Then he walks in what might be a carefully chosen path he dredged out from the depths of his memory, and might just be a random direction. At last you come to a bar, and he steps in, taking out some neatly rolled bills and putting them on the counter. They are all genuine, and all from different dimensions he's wandered on his never-ending quest. Some have Theodore Rossevalt on the twenty dollar, some have Andrew Jackson, others have Martin Luther King.
"Two drinks, thank you." He says softly, confident that sooner or later something will emerge, to show him the way.

[Cracklord]

Vin
He pulls the last knot tight. "I used to be a woods guide." He replies, standing up. "You may lean on me if you need to."

Roland Deschain
The man looks at the money. "This some sort of joke?" He asks, staring at what he takes to be obvious forgeries.

[nanobot_swarm]

Akuma
The concert was good, something made him stay. Then something blasted him across universes to somewhere, as the concert tore a hole in reality.

Godzilla
The great levithan attempts to dodge and close the distance between him and slot machine monster.

King Ghidorah
Ghidorah begins to sadistically step on Magog continuously, till he is crushed firmly into the ground.

[Cracklord]

Akuma
You appear in front of Sylar.

[Colesign]

Vin

Vin burns Pewter. "I'm tougher than I look. But thank you for the help."

Following Richard, she asks. "A Woods Guide. Is that like a gardener?"

{Vin hasn't seen a proper forest, what with growing up in a ash-choked, mist-filled despotic land}

[nanobot_swarm]

Akuma
Just who he wanted to punch in the face, he still has two hits after all. Hopefully the surprise appearence and speed of Akuma will knock some teeth out.

[doliest]

Sylar
Sylar looks at Akuma, who appeared before him while Sylar was opening a Door to Quantum's location, or trying to anyway, "Yes? Do you want something?"

After the punch lands, Sylar spits out several teeth. Akuma can see them staring to regrow in Sylar's mouth, "What was that for, exactly?"