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Cracklord

2010-10-10, 05:54 PM

The Stig
The kick smashes into him, descending, unstoppable as the orbit of the universe. Even the beings that inhabit Earth, many of them amongst the most powerful beings in the universe are shocked and horrified at the sheer amount of power that you just used.
The Blow is enough to tear through anything, even the heart of the universe.
And is stopped, unable to have the slightest impact on the master of the Red and the self proclaimed King of The Tower. He's well above such obvious methods.
Your momentum brought up as sharply as possible, the leg beneath you breaks sharply, and you collapse, the red, hooded figure motionless beneath. Slowly, he turns to look at you, eyes burning, and pulls back his hood.
Nothing prepares you for what you see, and you snap, unable to cope. Even your own enlightenment does not prepare you for what lies under that hood. It was everywhere, yet it had shapes, a thousand shapes of horror beyond all memory and perception. It was the pit - the maelstrom- the ultimate abomination.
You were mad. You occasionally suspected that. But madness can only go so far, and the confrontation with this thing tossed you somewhere beyond madness, to the yawning abyss of oblivion, and you could only scream gratefully at the mercy of not having to remember what happened.
It's eyes tear into yours, then it's mouth opens, stretching wider and wider, Impossibly wide, wider then the body itself until it engulfs you completely, mecha and all, dragging you into it's black gullet.

Dracula
He spits out a pair of swords, both of which scythe through the air and land blade down, quivering in the stone floor. You were lucky, you didn't see his face. If you had, something like that would be a mercy. "Once, that was impressive. Once you were powerful. Dangerous. Mighty. But it's all falling apart. The world has moved on." He says, as though addressing the Stig. Then he's gone.

Vin
Richard doesn't answer. At last he sighs. "There is no proof of a God, or a devil, or of life after death. What maters is this world, and what we do with it." He straightens. "Lets go in. There is nothing for us out here."

The Stig
The human brain, and the inhuman brain, is far better at surviving these sort of experiences then Mr Lovecraft suggested. It simply suppresses them, then reduces them to raw data, then disposes of them, leaving you with no memory of what happened.
You're in a dark Cavern, and the place is full of spiders. You don't know how you got here, or what happened, and you feel slightly nauseous if you try.

Dresden
Billy looks at you, then shows you a picture. People. Crucified to telegraph poles. You can't be sure, but one of them looks like Murphy.
"The FBI are investigating it." Billy says. "Reckon it's connected to those terrorists that sttacked an airport a few years ago. Nobody saw it happen. Murphy is here, but she's not... taking it very well." He means she's drinking, but it's still a relief. For a moment, you were so sure. "As for Molly... nobody has a clue."
"Actually -" Mortimer begins, but then swallows and falls silent, vanishing back into the crowd. You step into the next room
Michael looks like a man who is lost, and doesn't know what to do. Charity has puffy eyes from sobbing, and the children are nowhere to be seen. Father Forthill is comforting them, though he doesn't seem to be achieving much.
Michael looks up at you, and for a moment, hops makes him a younger man. Then, seeing you alone, it vanishes, to be replaced with crushing despair, a black sadness. "Have you seen my daughter, Dresden?" He asks sadly.

Ramirez
Their shells give the blade trouble, but it works better then you anticipates, sending spidery legs, eyes and dominant claws flying, and leaving maimed lobstrosities in the water to be torn apart by their hungry kin.
Some DOzen are still coming, making their ungainly way up the beach.

doliest

2010-10-10, 05:55 PM

Dracula
He moves quickly, withen seconds he's behind his throne, rather than in the open in front of you. I'm ready to return to the court! I was brought here by our esteemed guest, who you saw leave! Is this about my leaving, Angel, or your hatred? Dracula's laughing at Zarthos. Egging him on.

Death
"You threaten all mortals. You are my business, Darkseid. I don't mind that you hold the equation, or even that you are attempting to unleash it on the universe. A few have tried in the past, and that's not quite my business. But you move beyond it. You attempt to spread it throughout the multiverse. That makes you my business. The business of every being on my scale. By unleashing it as you have, you bring the wrath of all of my kind on you. The Endless. Dormammu. Lucifer. Michael. You will see the Old Ones and a host of others of their kind unleashed and sent against you, if you do not decease.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 06:06 PM

Latveria
"So be it. You are now Doom's son." He touches something on his mask. "This calls for a celebration. Formal adoption tomorrow." Doomsday is the main holiday in Latveria. It is celebrated whenever Doom feels like celebrating.

doliest

2010-10-10, 06:10 PM

Light
He gives a respectful bow. "Of course." He wasn't going to look a good situation in the mouth. In view of anyone else, anyway.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 06:12 PM

Light Yagami
Doom leaves, and the door locks behind him. Misa opens here eyes, finally waking up.
"Light? What..." She looks around. "Where are we?"

doliest

2010-10-10, 06:14 PM

Light Von Doom(You're right. Great ring.)
"Latvia. You've got a new father-in-law."

The Shoveler

2010-10-10, 06:16 PM

Coop
He's not the strongest when it comes to will; he had just come out from being crushed by a mere Sith Lord, after all. Coop fights for a very short while before the Getter bots next to him turn on the Megas.
"All is one in Darkseid!" he says, emitting the Equation through his bot and using his machine to appear before Darkseid, leaving the Getter bots behind in that deserted Earth.

Lucy
She hears the equation. She responds.
"I KNOW!"
The equation has no real effect on her. She knew this information as truth, she had lived this way, after all. Also, she wasn't completely human, but something more. A Diclonus. Her Will was absolute when it came to her mind and her actions. It had to be in order for her to use the Vectors.
"Now leave me alone, fiend, or I will hunt you down and kill you myself!"

Vash
Not human, not effected.
"Stupid equations trying to bring me down," he says. He watches Lea as he follows. Let the man work out his anger and intervene only when absolutely necessary.

Flandre
She's in the throne room in a matter of moments, sensing the Fallen.
"Hey, what in the world is going on? One second I'm watching the army, the next we have a Fallen Angel, a Weird Robot-Man thing outside, and the one known as Crimson King in the castle? Interesting!" she says, focusing her power on Zarthos' chain discreetly. Her hand isn't out, but instead crossed over her other. She'd learned to be sneaky.

darkblade

2010-10-10, 06:27 PM

Zarthos

I opposed your trial from the moment I became aware of it. I will not allow you to escape justice through legal trickery as you have through coincidence. Zarthos flies towards the vampire dangling his chain in front of himself aiming to wrap it around Dracula's throat.

***

Darksied

"They may come." Darksied will not yeild.

***

Dresden

"Last time the FBI got involved in something along these lines we got a pack of hexenwolves carrying badges." I shook my head, governments doen't deal well with things beyond their control like magic.

I went to the next room to see Michael and Charity being comforted by Father Forthill. I just shook my head to their questions about Molly. "I'm sorry, Michael. I was out of town on Warden business, I only just got back now. I am so sorry."

***

Oracle

"Yes well Drummer has a collection of alien insect porn, it's rather hard not to speal to him." Oracle says before going back into the Carrier's system and turning her attention to Cortona.

"Do you have any anti-viral protocols?" She asks manifesting her own as a glowing claymore sword.

***

Ramirez

The remianing swarm is confronted with a fragmentation gernade as Ramirez erects a liquid shield to prevent any of the resulting shrapnel from hitting him or his companions.

doliest

2010-10-10, 06:33 PM

Dracula
Ah, now who has a life beyond his purpose? He laughs as he his hands cover in hellfire and he attempts to grab the chains and pull Zarthos forward, I wasn't the one lying in court, now was I, angel?

Death
Then let me be the first of many, Darkseid of Apocolypse. A scythe in her hands, the perky young goth strolls forward. A grim line planted on her face.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 06:40 PM

Dresden
"You are not to blame, Dresden." He says softly. It was worse then raining blows. She was your responsibility, and something happened to her. And just because Michael is too good a man to blame you, it doesn't mean you don't blame yourself.
Charity is silent as well. She doesn't have anything to say. You wish she'd shout at you at least. But she leaves you alone as well.
Last time you were here, the White Council was leaderless, The Black Council was moving, and The Day Watch was about to attack. It strikes you that something very bad is about to happen. But first, you have to look out for your own.
Your investigative sense is tingling. Marcone has been involved. Well that's good news. Marcone is easy to find.

Ka'tet
All dealt with. You my now cross through the unfound door.

Yoshimori
A tall, muscular Indian boy is standing in front of you, arms folded over his considerable chest. "What are you doing in our town?"

Elijah
One is eventually located, and wheeled up to you. It's somewhat old-fashioned and clunky, but serviceable.

Evil Ka'tet
The sun rises. Dawn.
The journey, as far as you know, is as follows.
"Through the Unfound door to the emerald city, beneath the tree to the land of always winter, 'cross mountains, ice and death. Into the realm of the Other, the heart of ice, then before to Charn, around which lie the plains of Leng, where all the worlds meet."
Without the map, this is hard to follow, but you have a suspicion there is a tunnel from here. Afterall, where else could this green place be but the emerald city?

Team Nightside
Skellos stops, then moves over to a tree, and begins to shove himself through the roots, vanishing beneath them into a gap that looks far too tiny for him.

industrious

2010-10-10, 06:56 PM

Elijah Snow

At his direction, they strip the vast majority of the machine down, until they find the thing's hard drive. Taking the thing out, they plug it into Ambrose's laptop, as well as flash drive containing the Anti-Life Equation. After Elijah freezes the speakers solid, they process the audio file, and dump the new file back onto the drive.

"Next stop: Adirondacks. Doc Brass's machine is going to be put to good use."

The best thing about not having a Carrier while having Carrier access was that nobody knew he had it. Oracle never even pinged Wilder's screens.

"Wilder. I need a Door to the following location in the Adirondacks..."

Nicodemus

((Actually, sundown. They're sleeping during the day, and walking at night.))

As the sun goes down, Nicodemus wakes up, briefly stretches, and carefully packs up any trace of their presence.

"The balloon on top might be very useful. I have experience flying one; we can use it to reach our goal sooner."

Colesign

2010-10-10, 06:57 PM

Solomon Kane

The Puritan goes to one knee. "I swear by the Staff and sword I bear, Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter, that I will never stray from Mr. Dresden's side, nor rest until your daughter is rescued. God shall show the way, even in the Darkest Times."

Vin

Vin enters the hallway, striding past the refugees, the hood of her Mistcloak draped over her head. She enters the room with the Carpenters and sees the expression of sorrow on their faces. "What's wrong?" She asks.

darkblade

2010-10-10, 06:57 PM

Ramirez

"Well that was weird." Ramirez says brushing himself off and heading for the door.

"So where exactly are we going and what are we looking for when we get there?"

***

Dresden

"I'll find her, Michael." I said.

"Or die trying." I briefly scoweled at Vin before shaking my head and explaining.

"Their daughter, my apprentice is missing. No doubt Nicodemus's work."

***

Darksied

"Disciple, deal with the Getter." Darksied orders Coop.

"I shall put the girl in her place." Darksied's wounds seal up and he stands defiant ready to take Death's blows.

***

Vash

As you cross the battlefield you find a couple crossbow bolts fly towards your head at speeds much faster than crossbow bolts should be in fact these seem almost more like clumsily censored guns than crossbows.

Looking into the air you can clearly see three purple and silver armoured men floating about weilding crossbows, no doubt the shooters.

Gulping

2010-10-10, 07:03 PM

Musashi

He turns to death, a rather grim look on his face. "You see what we're dealing with here? He's set on his path, completely and utterly. Nothing to do but to put him down and cast his consciousness into oblivion until it loses all meaning." The Last Guardian raises his sword, holding it in a standard kendo stance.

"Sorry, but there's no other option. That's what defines a Ruina."

Lea

"Not so fast!" Lea slams his weapons into the ground, generating a wave of fire that blows his former minions away.

One of the main flaws of the Assassin Nobodies is the fact that if their attack is parried, they're rendered completely helpless. They're meant to sneak up and slay in a single blow, they're almost useless in a straight-up fight.

Lea demonstrates this handily as he shreds his assailants to pieces before pressing deeper into Ienzo's stronghold.

"Come on, Six! You can do better than this!"

Benkei

"Thank you for the compliments, Mr. Luthor.

A shame I can't say the same about you." Using his good hand, Benkei grabs Lex's own and jerks hard, pulling the maniacal executive over his shoulder in a classic judo throw. Lex is slammed down hard as the soldier fishes his sidearm out of his belt and pushes the barrel up against Luthor's bald head.

"I'm sorry." He pulls the trigger, unloading the revolver in a short flurry of carnage, every bullet slamming into Lex's brain.

The Shoveler

2010-10-10, 07:03 PM

Vash
The bolts nearly hit him. He had to make it seem like they could hit him, after all.
"What manner of being are you? Be you human?" he says in a mock-"Royal Knight" accent.

Murkus

2010-10-10, 07:04 PM

Azazel

He glances between the Kurgan and the gleaming palace, taking a slow ascent up to the entrance. "Come on, barbarian. Let's see if we can't find you something to kill."

Cortana

She begins to wrap her mind around it. Being based on a clone of Dr. Catherine Halsey's Brain, Oracle's mental transfer seems awfully familiar to the AI.

"You saved yourself. How?"

Master Chief

He cuts the connection with Cortana, peeking back around the corner at Planetary's team. The cyborg puts a large hand on the door's edge, pulling about and back inside. He doesn't even seem daunted by the pair of heavy weapons magnetically attached to his back.

"What did you just do?"

industrious

2010-10-10, 07:07 PM

Elijah Snow

"Used time travel to paradoxically eradicate the Anti-Life Equation from Earth. Now for everywhere else."

The blue portal appears once more, and the four very strange individuals enter it.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 07:08 PM

Ramirez
Dessert. The apotheosis of all desserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like an eternity in all directions. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains sketched on the horizon, and the patches of devil-grass atop the dunes, and the collum of smoke in the distance.

Chicago
Michael shakes his head. "God helps those who help themselves. He will be there with you, but he won't fight for you." He gets shakingly to his feet. He's still big and strong, though one lung is punctures, one eye ruined and he walks with a considerable limp.
"Do what you can for her. I know you will, that's all I ask." He gives you a weak smile.

Nicodemus
Molly is still asleep. She's having nightmares. Trauma. It happens.
Azazel and The Kurgan are inspecting the palace.

The Kurgen, Azazel
The Castle is all massive, empty rooms, none of which seem to have any function. They are all, likewise empty. You find an entrance to the catacombs and smile. Somewhere beyond here is the route to the tower. You just need to find the right tunnel.

Benkei
That's a neat trick with no right shoulder, given he just crushed it. You manage to toss him anyway, but given he was gripping you at the time you just used leverage to toss him while he was holding you with enough force to crush you collarbone to powder. Blinding pain doesn't even begin to describe it.
He gets quickly to his feet, and forces the gun aside. He's really losing control. "Do I have to break your other arm as well?" He yells, slamming an uppercut into your kidneys.

doliest

2010-10-10, 07:10 PM

Death
She doesn't strike. Beings on her and now Darkseid's level don't truly need to. She merely starts focusing her power on ending him. Taking his ties to reality and severing it with a metaphorical scythe until their is nothing left, if only because attempting the same thing on the physical plane would wipe out...probably several solar systems by the time the two were done, no matter who won the fight.

Gulping

2010-10-10, 07:23 PM

Musashi

Musashi looks at the Megas, his expression blank.

"Coop Cooplowski. Gilgamesh. Edward Riggs. Scott Pilgrim. STAND DOWN."

They have no real choice but to comply, their bodies falling into a catatonic state from Musashi's words as the Megas' generator goes silent. He turns back to Darkseid and Death's silent duel, and focuses, closing his eyes.

When he opens them again, he is standing right with the two uber-powered beings, on the strange, metaphysical level that defines existence. He sees Death sawing at the strings that tie Darkseid to Existence, and looks up, searching for the root, the anchor point that's destruction would utterly undo the lord of Apokolips.

The Stig

*Mega Smasher.* You engage the hoverjets, and stick out your chest as panels of armor slide away from their positions, revealing a compact, but powerful beam cannon within the Gespenst. As soon as it's charged, you fire, using the thrusters to sweep the destructive beam around, obliterating the little monsters in a blaze of power.

If That Thing believed that this was enough to stop you, it would be sadly mistaken.

Dante

"Good, let's get going." Dante stomps deliberately towards the door, his handguns at the ready as he walks through.

Benkei

"Honestly, I doubt that even killing me would do the trick." Gritting his teeth, Benkei puts some distance between himself and Luthor, taking a stimpack out of his belt and slamming the needle into his shoulder.

The advanced combination of nanomachines and painkillers goes to work, supercharging the knitting of the coach's shattered bones. It'll take a little bit to complete its job, but if there's one thing Benkei's good at, it's playing it cagey.

Facing Luthor as he stands up, he grabs at the strap that has secured his rifle, finagling the weapon's grip into his left hand.

"Someone like you should be well acquainted with futile efforts, Luthor. You've devoted your life to them."

AnimeKid

2010-10-10, 07:45 PM

Mary

Seeing as the Hilbert effect did nothing she merely focuses on making sure that no one is affected by the Equation

Yoshimori

Yoshimori looks at the man who towers over him and says in an irritated tone, "That would be none of your bussiness" he always did have issues with his height.

Fayt

He looks incredulusly at the small hole that Skellios slipped through and asks John, "How badly to the laws of physics get mangled in the Nightside".

darkblade

2010-10-10, 07:49 PM

Darksied

That is why she will lose, Darksied does not care about the innocent realities that may diedue to his battle with death. Then again can things even die after he deals with Death? Not important for now.

Darksied charges the seemingly young woman and attempts to phsyically crush her with the force of countless worlds behind hiw blow.

The flow of Anti-Life leads off of Darksied to a world at the very center of reality, the world of the Dark Tower.

***

Dresden

I try to return Michael's smiles but I just can't. I return to searching the church either for Murphy or Mortimer, he knows something. If nothing else he can give me a clear answer if she's still alive.

***

Oracle

"Long story involving alien evil cybernetic masterminds and multidimensional phase frequencies. Long story short I have been only using that body for interacting with humans for a couple of years now, I've been primarily living within the machine network." Oracle shrugs.

"So do you have anti-viral protocol or not."

doliest

2010-10-10, 08:01 PM

Death
She gets hurled back by the punch, only not flying into the atmosphere by her own power. She pushes herself up, a little dirt on her cloths, "Okay. My mistake. Let's get serious, then."

Her scythe glows, and it rings out with a sound not truly understood by mortal men. The call of Death. The call to enter her embrace, as all life does. Her scythe was known to species who've never created or even heard of the implement. She was known far and wide in one guise or another. She was a skeleton. A lovely woman. A young girl. A well groomed man in a business suit. . She was the ringing bell. The cold wind. The comforting light at the end. She was all of it an more. She was something to look forward to, and something to run from. The ultimate subpoena to your final judgment. She was Death. And she would not be resisted.

Gulping

2010-10-10, 08:05 PM

Musashi

He sees the tyrant's charge, even from this plane, and reacts, snapping back to normal-space and leaping in front of Darkseid, his arms outstretched.

DAISETSUZAN (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMuiu2X3WV4#t=3m10s) OROSHI! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9G7Wk2qWi0#t=1m07s)

The New God cannot react in time to avoid the Jujitsu master's signature throw, which hurls Darkseid helplessly into the air. Musashi grabs his sword, and leaps after his opponent's form.

"CHESTOOOOOOO!" He swings, the katana passing through Darkseid's body without any resistance, bisecting him like a lab project. Musashi lands between the two halves of the master of Anti Life, his sword still raised in a fighting stance.

"That is enough resistance from you. Take your punishment like a responsible being."

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 08:17 PM

Dresden
You find Mortimer. His complexion is sallow, and he looks even worse then Michael.
"I know what took her. I know what took Molly." He takes a breathless pant, then stares around fugitively. At last he hands you a sheet of paper.
"I got this years ago. Before she was you apprentice. She came to me asking to know about what I did. So I held a seance for her. A spirit answered. I don't know what it was, but I've felt it's touch and can still feel it skittering inside me sometimes. It wrote her a message, but I didn't let her see it. I've tried not to think about it since.
"MOLLY, MOLLY, MOLLY HOW I LOVE MOLLY, HOW I LOVE TO LOVE MOLLY TO BE MINE MOLLY TO BE MY LOVE MOLLY TO BE MY HEART MOLLY TO BE MY QUEEN MOLLY YOU WILL BE MINE MOLLY YOU ARE MINE MOLLY.
The writing picks up, becoming shaky, sharp and jagged. "YOU ARE DEAD YOU ARE DEAD WITH THE REST OF THEM YOU ARE IN THE DEADBOOK YOU ARE ROTTEN AND HOLLOW UNLESS"
The next bit is illegible. "I I I WE WE WE THE WORLD IS DEAD SOON AND WE WILL BE TOGETHER MOLLY'
It cuts off there.

The Stig
It continues to have no effect. He's an eldritch abomination, he can't be hurt anywhere except Leng, the point of convergence, where his real body is. And to get there, you have to get through the Sourcewall, which is essentially impossible.
While in the tower he's nothing but a big Spider, he can use the tower to do what he wants in the worlds beyond it. Normally, other cosmic forces interfere with his more overt moves, forces like the Turtle. But then, normally nobody is stupid enough to attack the being that commands not just the entirety of life, but every particle in existence, in this and any other multiverse.
"What exactly do you expect to achieve?" He asks you, getting ready to obliterate you so completely the show TopGear will never have even existed.

Yoshimori
"I disagree. Now why don't you answer, and I won't have to rip out your spine. Somebody standing behind him snickered.
I disagree

Colesign

2010-10-10, 08:28 PM

Vin

"That's pretty scary." Vin remarks, looking over Mortimer's shoulder at the note.

Solomon Kane

Solomon Kane follows Dresden in silence.

{Wow. Michael has really gotten depressed. Where's his Deep-Set Faith and "God is in all of us" views?

And why isn't Charity suiting up to go after Molly like she did in Proven Guilty?}

Gulping

2010-10-10, 08:29 PM

The Stig

Your attacks are ineffective. There's little point in bothering to continue fighting. You disengage PT Form Ride, and set down, returning the devices to the Hangar. You look up, as if that is where the face of This Thing is.

You reach up, and remove your helmet, holding it in both hands.

Underneath it, there is only a man. Nothing more, nothing less. You're perfectly ordinary in every way. There's nothing fantastic about your appearance, manner of speech, even your thought patterns. You are a normal person.

The Helmet, Belt, and Suit all fade away. They belong to The Stig, and you're not The Stig anymore.

You're merely you.

You spread your arms wide, grinning defiantly. For all his terrible power, all that the Crimson King can do here and now is kill a perfectly ordinary man.

Only that, and Nothing more.

darkblade

2010-10-10, 08:40 PM

Darksied

What is Death to the absense of Life?

Her dominion over death is no more impressive to Darksied than Aquaman's dominion over salmon. Although the Getter Master's through does catch him by surprise, not enough surrpise that he does not catch the sword before it bisects him but enough that it leaves him prone on the ground for a few moments.

***

Dresden

"Who? What wrote this? This is way more personal than the normal demon would go but not nearly specific to be a regular sprit." I asked looking over the notes as shiver runs down my spine.

"An outsider maybe?"

***

Vash

The Sniper Nobodies ignore your questions and continue shooting you.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 08:41 PM

The Stig
The King vanishes, leaving you alone in Dracula's castle. You scared him off. Impossibly, you made him doubt himself, doubt his ability to kill you. For just as kindness and love are alien to him, so to a human traits like bravery or courage.

When you stood up to him, you terrified him, made him believe that you were able to fight him on even ground. And so he fled, leaving you unharmed. You impressed him when all the power in existence couldn't have.

Vin
Mortimer nods. "None of my sources have a clue, and I've never heard of that spirit again, but I figure you can do something with it. Maybe track him."
He sighs. "It's personal alright. But it doesn't exactly fill me with confidence about what happened."

Solomon
The worst part is the cluelesness. If it was a dragon or whatever, Charity would have suited up already, but none of them have an idea what happened. Molly was simply... gone, and they were left with nothing but dreams of the Dark man, and feelings of powerlessness.
What could they do?

doliest

2010-10-10, 08:55 PM

Death
A blast from her scythe, designed for all intents and purposes to rip the soul from the body. It couldn't do that to Darkseid, but it could sure as hell hurt him.

Gulping

2010-10-10, 09:00 PM

Musashi

The Last Guardian also contributes, attacking rapidly with his sword. A faint trail follows the blade as he swings, something that wasn't there before.

Musashi seems to be getting serious.

The Stig

You look around at the changed environment, noting that That Thing has left. Hmm, seems that he has no concept of courage. Have to remember that for next time. Holding your hands out, the Helmet rematerializes, and you pop it back on, becoming The Stig once more.

You leap out of the hole in the roof, recalling the R-99 and blasting off. You were able to isolate That Thing's energy signature back when you made contact with it.

You can find him now, track him down.

Destroy him.

You are but a transient, The Stig is forever. It existed before you did, and will exist after you are gone. For this moment in time, however, You are...

KAMEN RIDE: TH-TH-TH-THE STIG!

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 09:07 PM

Team Nightside
You follow Skellos, into what appears to be a well, with ancient stairs cut along the side, narrow and unsteady.
It was a long way down, the top bathed by the light of the forests, but grew smaller and dimmer with every step. Footsteps echo of the damp stones of the stairway.
At last you come to the bottom. The gate to the land of always winter. It was wood, white as bone, and their was a face on it that seemed to have grown out of the wood naturally, like a knot.
A glow came from the wood, like milk and moonlight, so faint it didn't even seem to touch anything beyond the wood itself, not even when you're nearly touching it. The face was old, and pale, and wrinkled and shrunken. It looks dead.
It's mouth and eyes were closed. It's chin was sagging, it's cheeks sunken, it's brow withered. If a man could live forever and never die, just grow older, his face might come to look like this after a thousand years.
The door opened it's eyes.
They were white as well, and blind. "Who are you?" It whispered, and the well echoed back 'who-who-who-who-who-who-who-who.'

Roland/Dante/Ramirez/Blade
The vampire hunter is grateful for his sunglasses. He stares out, thing awhile. "That's a town. You don't get fire that big without lots of fuel. Something lives down that way."

Gulping

2010-10-10, 09:10 PM

Dante

"Not much point in standing around here, then. Let's go see if there's anything left, or if the guys we're chasing left a trail." With that, Dante's off, running towards the burning town with the eagerness of an amateur, but the determination of a veteran.

doliest

2010-10-10, 09:20 PM

Ash
"Talking Doors. If it starts laughing at me, I'm blasting it." He'd had an....experience with talking things in a house. Not a nice one. But he also had a chainsaw, and if that was anything like wood or flesh, he could deal with it.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 09:29 PM

Ash
"Who are you?" The door replies, more urgently, the echo calling back mockingly 'who-who-who-who-who-who-who.'

Dante
You make it to the remains of the village. It would shame Atilla The Hun. Everything has ben burned. Tools have been destroyed, water has been fouled, and people have been left where they died, men women and children, bloated with corruption and disease, big flies and other scavengers the only profiteers of the occurrence.
The entire place has been destroyed. the air is thick with fat, smoke and the smell of pork. It's terrible not because it's a bad smell, but because it's not. But as long as you live, you're never touching bacon again.
Blade is a statue beside you, sunglasses hiding his eyes, his thin lips the only reaction he allows himself.

doliest

2010-10-10, 09:38 PM

Ash
"The king of f***in' England!" He didn't like smart a** doors.

industrious

2010-10-10, 09:44 PM

Elijah Snow

The Headquarters of Axel Brass had not been in use since before the Second World War, yet the corridors and rooms concealed beneath the mountains still gleamed immaculately. Snow had always had at least a three-person team stationed at this site at all times.

This place had been the home of Axel Brass, the Mind of the Twentieth Century, the greatest inventor of the age. Privately, Elijah thought of himself, Jenny, and Axel as being a trio of sorts. That which Was, That which Is, and That which Might Be. The man had been out of commission from 1945 to the day Elijah signed up for Planetary, yet in his short active tenure, he had accomplished wonders.

Wonders such as the one in the place's main room. An intricate array of pipes and tubing, all liked to a simple gold-and-glass device vaguely resembling a lantern. Even that was an illusion, for the floors of the place itself were in fact processors for the quantum brain that Axel had crafted. The quantum brain designed to map the multiverse. Even now, after over sixty years, it was an awe-inspiring sight. A snowflake, existing in 196,333 dimensions. It rotated while each element rotated, each one describing a new universe. Swirls of whites and colors beyond description echoed through the map, and as he stares at it, Elijah briefly nods.

"Let's get it set up. Play the Equation"

The computer controlling the snowflake had been adapted to accept more modern commands. The USB drive Elijah inserted would identify those sections of the multiverse that the Anti-Life Equation had infected, and deploy the message to that world once more. Except, Elijah had tinkered with the equation.

Karaoke worked by sending out two signals at the same time. The first was the audio track of whatever song was playing. The second was that same track, twisted so that negative interference reduced the original audio to nothing, and leaving the tone-deaf drunkard on the machine free to massacre whatever song he wished. What Elijah was doing was essentially the same thing, only with an Equation that enslaved universes, and he was almost completely tone-deaf.

"Defeating a New God with Karaoke, Snow?" Sparks had, against all safety protocols, lit up. Snow's eyes flash and the cigarette smoulders out. She winces, but plunges on.

"...Nice."

John Taylor

"John Taylor."

The words come easy. Practiced, without the appearance of practice. Confidence and the power to back it up.

Nicodemus

Well, that just wouldn't do. At least, not unless it served his purposes.

"My dear, wake up! Wake up!"

As he jostles her awake, his expression shows only concern, with just a tinge of pity. Enough pity to make her angry, but not at himself. Just angry at being able to be pitiful.

"You were having a nightmare."

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 09:44 PM

Ash
The door closes it's blind eyes.
Well, there go your chances of getting through. There is a rumble above your head, as the earth moves, and a trickle of dust comes down on your shoulder. You don't need your diploma in engineering to know the tunnel is about to collapse.

John Taylor
They open again. "And who is John Taylor, and what does he serve?"

Nicodemus
Her eyes open. "It's... nothing." She says, though she does seem a tiny bit grateful. She stands up, as though wanting to get as far away as possible from the camp. At last she says the question that's been growing on her mind for the last day.
"You're not what I expected. Why do you serve a Fallen Angel?"

industrious

2010-10-10, 09:53 PM

Nicodemus

"I don't."

He makes his way through the camp, making sure any traces of their presence are gone. Including strands of hair.

"Anduriel and myself are partners, not master and servant."

Avoiding the question while answering it. She'd need to ask better to receive an answer.

John Taylor

That does it.

"I am John Taylor, son of Lilith, and I serve no one. Let me pass."

I hate it when doors get uppity. There are several reasons why there isn't a door in the Nightside that isn't open to me.

doliest

2010-10-10, 09:54 PM

Ash
He just smirks; this was why he left talking to things to John. He got angry too easily. Particularly with talking objects. Or Fey. Or Vampires. Or people. Or gods. He was frankly amazed everyday he didn't wake up dead from having p***ed off a god or similar creature.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 10:01 PM

Elijah Snow
Nice. That will work too.

A boom tube opens, and three figures walk out. The first two are New Gods, Steppenwold and Kaliback, both glaring at you. The other seems tiny in comparison, and goes by the name Palpatine. A small man, shriveled with age and evil. He supported his twisted frame on a gnarled cane, and covered himself with a hooded robe, like that of a monk or priest.
His shrouded face was so thin of flesh it was nearly a skull, his piercing, crusted yellow eyes seemed to burn through all that they stared.
As he approaches, you feel empty. A glorious emptiness, a glare of cold light, that could someday drag the multiverese into it's exalted void.
"I sensed you save your world from my master, but even I did not forsee that you would take it so far. But you cannot hide from my sight, Snow."
A lightsaber appears in his hand and ignites, inches from your chest. "Desist."

Nicodemus
"But why work with a fallen angel at all?" She says, catching on. She's vulnerable and recovering from horrific trauma, not stupid.
"I mean, Harry told me about Lash, and what she was like, and I don't understand why anyone would want that."

John Taylor
"Every man takes a side, John Taylor, servant of no one. Even you. Which side do you take?" 'take-take-take-take-take-take-take-take-take...'
Suzie sighs and removes a grenade from her bandoleer. "Next time it opens it's mouth..." she starts to say.

AnimeKid

2010-10-10, 10:06 PM

Yoshimori

A tick mark appears on his head and he yells at the man waving his ringed spear angrily, "Just who do you think you are huh, Atlas-teme. If you must know I'm looking for a group of people. There happy?".

Fayt

"Excuse me uh, mister door, but what purpose do you serve are you a guardian or are you just trying to impede us"?

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 10:15 PM

Fayt
It's one of those 'only the worthy may pass' doors. You have to impress it with your intentions and purpose before it lets you through. It also occurs to you that your companions are not doing much to convince it.

John Taylor
Tommy Oblivion is talking to the door earnestly. "When you account for differences in us and those you are meant to let through, you have to wonder if it's just that you're asking the wrong questions. Afterall, Surely we have something in common, we're too diverse not to, at least in one of us. So there is no real need to ask questions at all."
The door doesn't respond. It knows it's purpose to well to be fooled so easily.

Yoshimori
"A good start. What if we tell you we're not letting you through?"

AnimeKid

2010-10-10, 10:28 PM

Yoshimori

"Well I would have to answer that question with one of my own, do you think you can stop me?" he says with a smirk.

Fayt

He shoves through his companions and stands directly in front of the door. "I am Fayt Liengod, my companions wish to pass so that we may reach our destination of one Dark Tower."

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 10:35 PM

Fayt
The voice is so loud it makes the tunnel shake. "Why do you seek the tower?"

Yoshimori
"Good question." He smirks, cracking his knuckles.

darkblade

2010-10-10, 10:39 PM

Darksied

((This is now my personal fanon as to how Superman's singing destroyed the Equation in Final Crisis.))

Snow's Karaoke breaks apart the control the Equation has on most of the multiverse. It's not as total since he's doing to one single Snowflake not the several snowflakes that compose the Tower and he's doing it all at once instead of letting it spread like a virus but the effect is noticable.

So much so that Death's and Musashi's attacks leave him him maimed and bleeding. He won't let it end like this though he takes the book that held the Equation in hand and lets all of the Omega Sanction flow into it pushing the Equation back through time beyond even the First World to the very concept of creation. Anti-Life will still bind the universe in dread harmony even without Darksied.

***

Ramierez

"What happened here? I've seen some attrocities in my day but this is..." The Warden shakes his head trailing off. He starts to search the rubble for surviors or at least people who deserve to be buried.

***

Dresden

"A couple years even the strongest magical traces would start to dry up by then." I said frowning at the notes.

"But it's all we got right now."

industrious

2010-10-10, 10:45 PM

Planetary

Problem with Boom Tubes was the Boom. Impressive? Yes. Loud enough to give someone several seconds advance warning? Definitely. And when one of your supposed enemies uses a selective-physics distortion field, those few seconds might as well be a five-minute warning.

Ambrose literally blurs into motion, taking the two white Berettas from behind the coattails of his jacket and instinctively manipulates his field, slowing down relative time, and turning gravity into whatever he wishes it. He leaps into the nearest wall, and springboards off it, diving through the air as his guns fire far more rounds than they should theoretically hold.

http://www.writeups.org/img/inset/Ambrose_Chase_h6.jpg

The problem with a lightsaber was that it was nigh useless against bullets. It could dissolve them on contact, certainly, but the resulting superheated lead gases were far more dangerous than a simple solid piece of metal.

Jakita shrugs off her trenchcoat, her formidable reflexes still slow compared to Ambrose's. But time would restart soon, and once it did, she'd be ready.

Nicodemus

"Why work with someone who has seen into the heart of Creation? Why do I not refuse the opportunity to discuss philosophy and theology with one who has touched the Divine itself?"

Phrasing was everything. Nicodemus continues, speaking softly.

"Or is it the 'Fallen' aspect that that is the problem? Let me ask you this, my dear. What if you made a mistake one day, made a choice to not be a slave. And in return, you are banished, cursed to be without sight or sound or smell or taste or touch until the end of time itself. You know you did the right thing, that it is better to be free than in bondage. But everyone around you condemns your decision to stick up for yourself, everyone says that you should have just stood still and taken it. Tell me, my dear. Are you the sort of person who would knowingly leave another person forever alone, and in the dark?"

She isn't. And everything that Nicodemus has just said was true.

Gulping

2010-10-10, 10:49 PM

Musashi

"OH JUST F**KING DIE ALREADY!" Musashi is sick and tired of Darkseid and The Equation, and his fury has reached a peak. He doesn't even bother using the sword, electing instead to run up to the New God and fire off a single, titanic haymaker punch, one that tears the book to pieces as it smashes into Darkseid's ugly, stony mug with enough force to tear open a hole in the Source Wall itself*.

*Not really, but if anything would, it would be this punch here. This is essentially denying Darkseid and the book the right to exist, period, and it manifests as a good old-fashioned punch in the f**king mouth.

AnimeKid

2010-10-10, 10:52 PM

Yoshimori

With a twitch of his fingers and a whisper of the word "Ketsu" two blue kekkai visible to only the spritually inclined appear in the form of a box around the two men impeding him. He then walks off laughing and waving at them without even looking.

Fayt

"There are many strange events that are currently in motion and we believe the tower holds the answers to solving them or at the very least clues. We also need to get there because there are many strong powers at work that have malicious intent. We hope to stop them as well."

Gulping

2010-10-10, 11:03 PM

Caim

Caim has apparently passed out in a ditch outside Forks. Awakening him would be inadvisable.

Travis

Travis is out to lunch, as the Kuuga Belt kinda blocked out his nervous system when Darkseid started transmitting the equation. He'll wake up when it's gone.

Dante

"Geh. They were here alright. Should have killed them back in the normal world, before they could have done this." Dante growls, his eyes slightly glowing as he does so.

"They can't have covered their trails very well. I'll see if I can find anything." With that, he leaps forward into the town, looking for any clues about which way their targets headed.

The Stig

According to the navcomputer, you're flying over Chicago right now. Apparently there's something rather bad happening here, it might be related to That Thing.

You set down on top of the tallest building in the city, and leap out, returning the R-99 to the Hangar as you begin scanning for anything that matches That Thing's energy signature. It's time to take this to street-level, as they say.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 11:13 PM

Nightside
"Then pass, friends of the White." The door said. Its lips opened wide, and wider, and wider still, until nothing at all remained but a great gaping ole in the ring of wrinkles. The doors upper lift brushed softly against Fayt's head, and a drop of water fell on him and ran down his nose. It tasted like a tear.

Planetary
The Lightsabers can deflect rounds, but it is the senses of the force that allows them to do it, superhuman abilities immeasurable. The Emperor weaves around the bullets individually, avoiding every single shot, with inhuman agility, as he knows where every single one is, can read their paths like a book and manipulate his body to do the impossible. His lightsaber does not move, however, unwavering and ready to strike the second Elijah acted.
Kalibak laughs at the bullets, his own speed considerable but not quite enough to move, and waits for time to restart. He's already singled out Jakita, and means to crush her into paste.

Dresden
There is a feeling, nothing more. An ageless pimple finally brought to a head and about to spew some noxious fluid, a sweetness long since curdled. It hangs around, and gives a faint trail west.

Ramirez
No answer. Whatever it was didn't leave anything behind to identify them.

Dante
You don't know much about the dessert, but there is what might be a trail heading north. A faint disturbance in the sand.

The Stig
Wrong universe. Still the Anti-life Equation and the Host. Not making you wrong, they both are related to the Crimson King.
Tecnology is being shut down by The Doctor, to isolate the damage, but The Host have spread in the confusion, and roughly three quarters of the people to recover are zombies of a different sort.

Draxx

2010-10-10, 11:21 PM

Green Arrow
His face goes carefully blank. For a moment, you're sure he's going to react aggressively, then he goes very silent. At last he shrugs. "I'm not perfect. But right now, I'm the only friend you have. And words hurt, you know?"

Voldemort
"The devil has the farthest perspectives for god - that is why he stays so far away from him. The devil, in other words, is the oldest friend of insight" Voldemort adds. Sure, he might have been raised in a poor excuse for an education facility, but he knows enough to rip of nazi's and the klan, so supposedly he must have had some real world experience at some point.
"We chose freedom."

The Kurgan
"What else is there?" He says belatedly to Azazels question, striding after him.
He's not looking to explore, he's looking for something to kill.

Roland Deschain
The gunslinger falls to his knees. He remembers. His pistols so hot they burned, firing round after round, the people throwing themselves at him, a trap left by his adversary.
"I have been here before." He says quietly. Then he stands up. "No rest tonight. We go on until we find them. No sleep, no stopping until we catch them."

Colesign

2010-10-10, 11:22 PM

Sanya

"And I am Sanya, Knight of the Cross, wielder of the Sword of Hope. I seek to do good." Sanya says as he passes.

Solomon Kane

"Do we have a trail, Harry?" he asks.

Vin

Vin retrieves Hyrim Finger, and follows Dresden.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 11:31 PM

Sanya, Ash, Fayt, John Taylor
You come in the frozen North, behind Castle Black. It's timbered keeps and stone Towers look like nothing so much as a handful of toy blocks scattered on the snow, behind a vast wall of ice hundreds of meters high. The ancient stronghold was no true castle at all. Lacking walls, it could not be defended save the wall, but then it was only The North that concerned the Night Watch. The wall was wide enough for a highway, and the gaunt outlines of catapults and monstrous wooden cranes stood sentry up there, like the skeletons of great birds, and among them walked men in black tiny as ants.

Green Arrow, Spiderman
You are alone on the plain. Nobody is anywhere in sight. The only buildings are the distant ruins.

doliest

2010-10-10, 11:33 PM

Death
Darkseid of Apocolypse. Rise. She's doing everything in her power to keep him...alive, but seperated from the equation.

industrious

2010-10-10, 11:49 PM

Team Nightside

Tommy Oblivion has convinced himself that because the existence of...well...existence hasn't been proven, than cold and hot were just relative terms for possibly imaginary sensations. Which, as I shiver through my trenchcoat, and Suzie through her jacket, is a really neat trick.

Fumbling through my pockets, I grasp a pair of salamander eggs, and give her one, hoping that the ambient heat from them would keep us warm enough during this leg of the journey.

Planetary(And Jenny)
"****. Can't. Hold. It. Turning. Time. Onnnn..."

In his focus on Snow and Ambrose, Palpatine has forgotten one other member of their little group. Jenny Sparks launches herself at the Sith's lightsaber, and the weapon's power battery immediately shorts out; Jenny remerges on the other side of the Sith Lord to take that redirected power, and sent it into him, much like the man's own Force Lightning. In this particular instance, actual lightning would suffice.

Elijah, knowing exactly what Jenny would do, slaps the weapon out of the man(who was in far worse shape than Snow despite being roughly the same age) and gives him a sold, Southern-style haymaker.

Ambrose and Jakita work as a team, his bullets peppering Kalibak, distracting and stinging the God, while Jakita is always on the move, smoothly flowing away from his fists, all the while landing the occasional blow.

The best metaphor would be two wolves attacking a grizzly; while in single combat, the grizzly would, in all probability win, their teamwork keeps Kalibak always distracted and off-beat, letting them set the pace for the engagement.

Cracklord

2010-10-10, 11:49 PM

The Antilife Equation is destroyed, and loses the ability to infect others. Those already infected do not instantly recover, however, and continue empowering Darkseid. This is to ensure Industrious still has a point in completing his awesome karaoke plan to save the millions of parallel earths.

The Getter Force restarts. In an hour, it will be mostly recovered, however it's reserves are low, and will take a while to be operating at peak condition again. Hayato is solid again, for one thing, and lighting a cigarette feels almost as good as meeting a girl is going to feel. Immateriality has it's benefits, but it gets old really quickly. And Rymoa's mecha starts up again, with an apologetic noise.
You can use it to track Darkseid. You won't be combining again, that would be a bad idea, but the two of you are so badass on your own that working independently shouldn't be a problem.

And Musashi has done his job in a blaze of awesome, and may now resume his fishing, and the multiverse can breathe a sigh of relief that he's gone.

Elijah
His lightning stolen, Palpetine gets a sullen look of thwarted anger in his eyes. But he's not defeated. Far from it, engaging him in a fight is a bad idea. A beam of pure force that can lift tonnes at a time tosses the two spirits aside, smashing them into the wall with bone cracking force.
"No." He says, in defiance of existence. "I am the Emperor. Millions of worlds lived and died at my commands. I am the greatest lord of the sith, Servant of Darkseid himself. My will be done."
Tossing the useless Lightsaber aside, he walks towards the Quantum Computer, and more specifically to the crippled form of brass, his eyes grim with deadly purpose.
Kalibak has not got his families talent at fighting. He roars and smashes and tries to win with brute strength, to little effect. He blusters and shouts and swings limbs, all to no real effect.
Steppenwolf is quiet, simply watching.

doliest

2010-10-10, 11:51 PM

Death
Death stands in front of the substantially weakened Darkseid, Well, now that that is finished, I think we can have a talk, right?

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 12:02 AM

Team Nightside
You come to the castle, and find the entire place is warm, as though a fire rages in the stone. Stepping inside, you realize why. King Stannis Baratheon is a man broad of shoulder, and sinewy of limb, with a hard, joyless face, a beard and a bald dome where his hair had long since receded.
He is dressed in his armor, steel from head to toe. Chainmail over a padded surcoat, beneath a breastplate, greaves, sabatons, a gorget, gauntlets, rondels and a skirt of lobstered metal, with a tabard set with a fiery heart, the crowned stag of the Bratheon's within it. The symbol he took or himself at Melisandre's urging.
His crown is a thin circlet of gold, which is his only finery, and his sword glows like a forge, drawn and laid across his knees. Beside him are two very beautiful, very different women. Melisandre, priestess of the red, and Morianne, Aes Sedhei of the Blue. Melisandre is tall, voluptuous and catlike, with flaming red hair and a red robe that shows this to best effect. Moriane is short, delicate, and dressed conservatively in blue, with her blue-black hair in a net in contrast to Melisandre's artless tumble. Both are the Kings advisers in all things magical, though they came to him in very different ways. For it is through him that this world will either be saved or destroyed.
There are no nobles or other riff-raff kings normally surrounded themselves with. People feared and respected Stannis, but they didn't seek to buy his friendship of favor, it would be like squeezing blood from a stone. Davos Seaworth, his hand and chief minister, a smuggler who the King befriended after a noble act, and Percy, the Black Knight and Kings champion, stand in the corner, conversing quietly.

Nicodemus
You find the path you were looking for, beneath the castle in the catacombs. It's a long tunnel, thousands of tonnes of rock hanging above you, with maybe a mile of the earths crust suspended. It was stupefyingly hot, like walking through a blast furnace.
Like walking through hell.
Molly considers your words. She's been brought up a devout catholic, and she's had plenty of opportunity to form an unshakable opinion.
She decides to prove you wrong, which she is sure will be easy as your so reasonable and quite nice, as well, and when she gets home you'll be redeemed, and everyone will wonder why they never tried to just talk about their differences. Ah, the confidence of the young.
"But why rebel in the first place? That's like saying we should run from the consequences of our actions. I mean, why break laws that are just and fair?"

AnimeKid

2010-10-11, 12:15 AM

Yoshimori

He walks through the streets of Forks still grinning about the fast one he pulled on the two he came across earlier

Fayt

He whispers to the rest of the group, "Do any of you know where we are?"

Gulping

2010-10-11, 12:28 AM

Musashi

"Well, glad that's over." Theatrically clapping dust off his hands, Musashi walks over, and looks Darkseid straight in the eyes. His gaze boring into the New God's blood-red eyes like something there really isn't a good simile for.

"Do that again, and you won't get off so lightly. Be glad I don't tear the Omega Factor out of your very being for this, Fourth Worlder." His piece said he turns away, and walks off.

"Darkseid, if I see you again, it'll be the last thing you ever experience. Nice working with you, ma'am." He vanishes, returning back to his rightful place.

However, now that his girth isn't blocking the view, you can now clearly see a VERY pissed-off Hayato stomping towards you, carrying something that resembles Travis' Blood Berry beam katana, except that instead of an energy beam, there's a rapidly vibrating monofilament that glows a faint green. He has five cigarettes stuffed into his mouth, and the amount of sheer rage coming off of him is palpable. One can actually TASTE it all the way from here.

"Darkseid, how nice to see you again.

You have one minute to get the hell off my planet before I slice your worthless, pathetic head off and make it into a paperweight."

Ryoma

"Simon, we're getting power back. Guess someone managed to take him down, eh?" Ryoma chuckles. It's a rather hollow sound, but there's more than a tinge of relief to it.

Revving up Black Getter's drive system, Ryoma lifts the machine off the ground, hovering just above the scorched surface.

"Whaddya say we go find the entrance to the Dark Tower now, eh?"

Getter Army

The inert hulks of the fifty machines that make up the forces assigned to assist Asuka and Yoda begin to stir, life returning to them as Getter awakens from its forced dormancy. They begin moving, warming themselves up before they're ready to return to combat.

Dante

Dante quickly bounds over to the trail, setting himself down besides it. "Hey guys! I found a trail! Come on, we've gotta catch up to them before they can do anything worse!" His shout can be heard easily by his companions. Dante can be very loud when he needs to.

doliest

2010-10-11, 12:31 AM

Death
She smiles sweetly, "Hayato? Shut the hell up. Death was busy and not in her best mood after that little fight. She needed to talk to Darkseid civilly. She was about done being civil if one more annoyance popped up.

Gulping

2010-10-11, 12:33 AM

Hayato

"Hm, didn't see you there. Apologies. Do as you wish, Agent." Hayato stows his weapon and sits down, focusing himself on smoking for the first time in... Crap, how long?

doliest

2010-10-11, 12:35 AM

Death
Thank you. She turns back to face Darkseid. As I was stating earlier, Darkseid, it's time to talk.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 12:42 AM

Dante
You turn to see a welcome sight indeed. Two motorbikes, one red, one black. Thank you Blade. The Vampire hunter gives you a smiles, and leaves yours. "We both got full tanks of gas. Cut some time of our walk this way." He doesn't say anything, but it's clear he isn't comfortable in the sun.
The bikes wouldn't do too well in the sand, but fortunately there is a road along the dunes. A sandstone road made of weathered yellow bricks.

Yoshimori
You hear a howl. It is loud and makes the hairs on the back of your neck prickle. You turn to see yellow eyes coming towards you, and hear panting.

Caim
Some ******ing wolf *** howled. Waking you up. And you were having such a nice dream.

Fayt
You don't. You do, on the other hand, recognize Morianne. Not very well, but you caught enough glimpses of her to notice things.

Team Nightside
As you failed to make the first move, Stannis does. He gets to his feet and strides towards you, clanking as he does so, deep-set eyes like chips of flint. There is no give in the man, no mercy. No compromise. He becomes king, and the streets run red with blood.
Of course, given the state of Westeros, that might not be such a bad thing.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" He asks.

doliest

2010-10-11, 12:46 AM

Ash
"Ash. This is Taylor. Suzie. Sanya. Fayt. Tommy. We're trying to get to the Dark Tower."

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 12:49 AM

Ash
"The what? Do try to talks some sense, man." He stares at you. "Unless you mean Castle Black. Where exactly are you from?" He has learned about the wheel of time. He has not learned about another dimensions, that's Morianne's specialty. So whatever you say is going to sound ridiculous to him, unless you make up a good story.

industrious

2010-10-11, 12:49 AM

John Taylor

"No idea."

I approach the throne, walking boldly and with confidence.

"I greet you, Lord of this Castle, and ask for the ability to travel through your lands. I am questing, and need drives me to go ever faster."

Confidence. When you don't have the ability to back it up, do it with enough confidence, and you'll be surprised how it goes.

Nicodemus

"Who says that God's laws are just and fair?"

He continues to walk around, careful to pay attention to both Molly's reaction and to the surrounding area. He adopts a more formal-sounding voice for his next sentence.

"The Lord is a jealous God, filled with vengeance and wrath. He takes revenge on all who oppose him and furiously destroys his enemies."

He resumes his normal voice, quiet and conversational. A hint of a British accent and a touch of dryness.

"The book of Nahum, as it were. Then there is the story of Job..."

He trails off deliberately. He wants her to ask the question. To express the doubt or defend herself. Either way, it means he's won, for her faith is slowly eroding.

Planetary(and Jenny)

Kaliback is wildly off balance now, half-blinded by lead and fist and distraction and diversion. Time to finish it.

Jakita moves inside the New God's range, too far in for his enormous fists to be of any use. Grasping his temples, a simple headbutt is enough to take him down.

Snow cushions himself with layers of his namesake, condensed from the air around him. Focusing once more, he begins to subtract the local heat.

Palpatine's robes get increasingly heavy and brittle as he approaches the Computer; it is harder and harder to move. Eventually, they freeze solid, trapping the Emperor inside them.

AnimeKid

2010-10-11, 12:58 AM

Fayt

He walks forward and bows deeply and respectfully, "Your lordship my companion John is right we wish to have permission to travel through your lands. And I'm not to sure but I think I recognize one of your advisors."

Yoshimori

Seeing the beast rush at him he does the first thing that comes to his mind. He makes a rectangular kekai in front of him and it extends rapidly until it slams into the beast.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 01:12 AM

John Taylor
Stannis looks at you. "Your free to do as you will." Not the answer you expected, but then, for all his tightassness he's got a smuggler for his chief minister and his brothers bastard for his heir. formality is of no more intrest to Stannis as wealth or women.
Melisandre smiles. "A quest you call it. More a compulsion. A drive, a need that will burn you out and consume everything. The fire told me you would come, Taylor. It told me you would cross the wall, and make your way into the heart of winter."
Stannis nods. "Well then, you can cross if you have the stomach for it. But Farson's wildlings are on the otherside, and they'll kill anything they can catch.
Morianne looks at you. She nods. "Yes. Yes, I recognize him. May we talk for a moment?" Without waiting for an answer she leads Fayt outside.

Nicodemus
"Those are stories. Meant to illustrate a point, no to actually show the mind of God. And he can't be blamed if those who speak for him are imperfect translators."
It gets hotter, and hotter, but the exit doesn't get any closer.

Elijah
Kalibak goes down. Palpetine doesn't. He simply casts of his robe, leaving himself in the smaller one he wears beneath.
Brass draws his pistol, but the Sith lord breaks his wrist with a weak, spidery hand, then flips over him with more agility then a fit gymnast could manage, forcing him into an unbreakable hold. "Shut down your machine."
Steppenwolf, having used Kalibak shamelessly to judge your fighting style to look for weaknesses and misjudgments, wades in after him, his whip flickering as he wove it back and forth.

Yoshimori
The beast staggers as it's hit, whimpering as it's knocked aside in a tangle of blood, fur and limbs. It collapses, the life crushed out of it.

AnimeKid

2010-10-11, 01:37 AM

Yoshimori

He lets out a loud sigh of relief when the beast falls. "That could have been bad, well better get going." he says as he walks through the streets looking for more clues to lead to the Ozuno clan.

Fayt

When she leads him out side he asks, "So what did you need to speak to me in private about."

industrious

2010-10-11, 01:58 AM

John Taylor

I nod, and extend thanks. Waiting patiently for Fayt isn't high on the things I'm keen on doing, but that's life. Always getting in the way of living.

Axel Brass

Of course, Palpatine breaks his wrist. He expected that. But Doc Brass is not so easily defeated. As the Sith flips, already dismissed as a threat, the Mind of the Twentieth Century draws his second turbo-pistol, and lets the fantastic energies contained within loose through its Tri-Barrel Interface.

The agony was incredible; Palpatine knew how to cause pain. But Axel Brass stayed put and held his ground, saw to it that he went no further. Because someone had too.

Planetary

The whip arcs towards Jakita, and she is too late to stop it. But it freezes and shatters in mid-flight, as Elijah casually removes all the ambient heat contained in its structure.

"Nobody touches my daughter."

He draws his machete, then, a blade forged in the furnaces of Opak-Re. And dares the New God to face him.

Nicodemus

"You would be burnt at the stake four hundred years ago for that sort of statement. The idea of liberal theology is rather more recent than the revealed Word of God. But I digress."

He's used to this heat, and his own heritage makes him even more resilient.

"If we cannot know God through his Word, then how, my dear, can we know him?"

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 02:23 AM

Fayt
If you knew anything about Aes Sedei, you'd have all sorts of hangups and paranoia's regarding them. About their tendency to bend the truth, manipulation, and the like. But since you don't you see her as just a strange comrade of yours, and have little real suspicion of her motives.
"Listen to me. Stannis is not a good man. He's a just man, and a righteous man, but he doesn't care about you or anyone else. Don't trust him just because he's better then the alternative. The route you are going leads into the North, over the wall. There is no real way through at the moment, we're caught in a siege. But the wall is hundreds of miles long. Slip away tonight, and cross over a few miles down. Good luck."

Planetary
Palpetine is a master of his mind as well as the force. He shuts out the pain using a meditation technique, leaving just enough to add an urgency to his movements, a sharpness to his senses.
The tactics of a Sith are self destructive, why do your think they all end up like him, worn and broken? But they do give power.
Landing steadily, he lashes, his blows growing in power as he uses his hands much as he would a lightsaber, a constant barrage of blows, unrelenting and forcing the opponent on the defensive, waiting for the inevitable counter measure. He's too arrogant to carry a blaster, so that much plays in Brass's favor.

Steppenwolf is cautious. He prefers not to fight unless he has had time to study his foe, learn their habits and tactics. He's also a new god, and a different order of being to Elijah in terms of endurance, toughness, strength and speed. And he is as arrogant as most of his kind, unable to turn down a challenge.
With a sneer, he draws a knife with a blade of radium, one he uses against the Gods of New Genesis, and comes towards Elijah in a crouch. He keeps his focus everywhere, however, expecting a trap.

Nicodemus
"We can't." She replies promptly. Michael was fond of saying that, though she has no answer to Nicodemus's earlier statement. She met Anderson once, afterall. "Father always used to say that anyone who claims to know what God wants is mad, or lying. We can't see things as he does, because we are limited and he isn't. All we can do is trust him."
The tunnel slopes up, and the air gets cooler. You can even feel a smidgen of breeze. You're through.

Draxx

2010-10-11, 06:06 AM

Simon The Digger
"No we're not." It was a short sentence, spoken quietly, yet it was resounding even in the void of space. When it was said, the whole world listened. Ganmen, Mugann, and even the world stopped turning to hear what he had to say, froze in place.
Kamina had blustered until people gave in. He'd treated them all like heroes, and everyone had been them because they were more worried about disappointing Kamina then what they should have been worried about death and dismemberment. Simon was different. They were both leaders you'd follow into hell gladly. But Simon would win, then lead you out.
"That thing killed my brother. He took my chance to meet him again, to talk, to ask him to be the godfather of my child. He killed the best man I ever knew. I cannot forgive that. I can't back down. So I am going to finish this." A pulse of energy could be felt from Gurren Lagann. Simon's hair was standing on end, and the spiral power was flaring.
"I'm going to find Darkseid, and he is going to die." He promised.

Green Arrow
Time had passed.
He's sat down, removing a flask of brandy, and opening the cap with a flick of his thumb. He's been saving it for a long time, but this seemed a special occasion. "It's funny, you know. We're both here for the same thing, but came by roundabout routs. Trying to fix our failed marriages by breaking into hell. Sounds like Greek melodrama stuff. We'll all be turned to stone or something next."
He sighs. "I mean yours got repossessed due to some deal, still don't get exactly how that works, and I broke up with mine after I died, and she got kidnapped on judgment day." He sighs, takes a drink, and passes it to Parker.
"Then again, I'm doing the demons a favor. The demons will probably be begging me to save them from her."

Superman
The Justice League is not without resources of it's own. The equation was taken of air by Oracle. Within minutes it had been assessed and a reaction had been mobilized. Every satellite and transmission point on the planet had been removed or rendered non functional in thirty seconds, and the wave had stopped. But it was already out, and it's spread was inevitable.
So stage two had been put into operation. An offensive to isolate the spread, which had come to rather better effects. The Anti-life Equation was no longer broadcast on Earth, even though the Watchtower, The Carrier and no shortage of other places had to be taken down to do it.
Earth had lost almost it's entire communications network between various efforts to isolate the problem, and by now it would take decades to recover, but it was better then being slaves under Darkseid.
It was a long time before anyone remembered the trial.

Khansas
The house was pleasant, big roomy, and made with care, the sort a southern gentlemen might recline on when inspecting his rolling acres. There was a barn, a shed, and everything else a farm should have. The house was two stories with airy, pleasant rooms and good, solid furniture.
It would take a while, but given time people could spot cracks in the facade. For one thing, there was a Lamborghini in the garage beside a battered truck. For another, there were never any hands working on the farm, it seemed to manage itself.
But even not taking that into account, one couldn't help but notice the state of the place. Everything is run at a level that couldn't be maintained by even the most anal-retentive military force without exhaustion related deaths. None of the paint was chipped, cracked or cleaning. There was no sand or dirt inside. The windows were clean. Everything worked at perfect efficiency. Everything was neat, except where it was allowed to be otherwise.
Inside, a beautiful women was working on a computer, typing something. Her name was Lois Lane. And she had perhaps four minutes left to live.

Magog
He finally wakes up. He looks over at Jack T Chance, shrugs, then looks at Christine. He hopes Apollo hasn't told her what happened yet. He prays. But he doubts it. He's missed the equation, and Dracula's capture, so he's a little lost.

Thanos
He's waiting to meet his mistress one last time, before he is lost forever in her embrace, and his torment is finally at an end.

The Kurgan
He's walking ahead, paying little attention, swaggering, sword on one shoulder.

Voldemort
"Lumos." Enough light to see by at least. He holds his wand up high, giving everyone a good look at the tunnel, though the shadows they create makes seeing all the harder.

Roland Deschain
Even Blade didn't feel quite like testing his luck against the Gunslinger, and the two were doubled up on his bike, Blade steering, Roland hanging on behind. For someone unfamiliar with the machines until Vegas he was taking them very well, with a sort of pragmatic stoicism. He didn't know how they worked, but he needed to go quickly, so who was to complain.

John Shannow
The Jerusalem man crests a dune, silhouetted for an instant, then rides down the other side. He can see the city in the distance, though he doesn't believe it can be his destination. Just the same, he rides towards the city.

Yoda
The Jedi master is breathing heavily, after his very nearly insane stunt.It was, however, undeniably effective. The little Jedi had cut through heartless like they weren't there.

Colesign

2010-10-11, 08:34 AM

Sanya

"The Wildlings of Farson? What manner of men are they?"

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 08:41 AM

Sanya
"Savages." Replies Davos. "No iron, no stonework, no domesticated animals, no boats. They're not all bad, I used to do business with them for ivory and amber, and they're honest enough if you keep your hands off their women. But they're a savage bunch, and don't mind war. Somethings go them stirred up, and they're determined to make their way over the wall, as though hell had let loose it's armies to march behind them."

The Kurgan, Voldemort, Nicodemus, Azazel
You emerge in the caverns beneath a mountain. It's freezing cold, in contrast to the warm stone of before.

Ka'tet
You make it to the emerald city about the same time as the Jeruselum man.

darkblade

2010-10-11, 08:43 AM

Spider-Man

Peter shakes his head at the drink and passes it back to Green Arrow. "I didn't even know I was married until like ten minutes ago."

He leans against one of the walls and shakes his head.

***

Darksied

"Very well Death, take me." Darksied submits.

***

Asuka

The Equation was gone but the damage was done, Asuka remains in the fetal position muttering about how she does not want to die.

***

Ramirez

The Warden doesn't have a bike to ride but follows as best he can.

***

Dresden

"We got a trail." I said heading back into the other room with Micheal and Charity.

"I got a trail on Molly, I need to borrow your van." Providing they give me the keys we drive of tothe west searching for the spirit that wrote the notes.

***

Zarthos

Since the chain seems to be failing miserably Zarthos dissolves it into pure hellfire and flings it at the Vampire. The trial is long over, the end of times is upon us. Surely you felt the Fourth World unleash anti-life.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 09:05 AM

Dresden
Michael gets to his feet. Charity follows, staring at him. "I'm coming." He says in a voice that brooks no argument.
"Michael, be reasonable. Let me..."
"You can come as well if you wish. But I'm coming. She's my daughter." He adds, settling the matter.
Do you want to bring anyone else? Thomas? Murphy? The Alphas?

Ramirez
Just hitch a ride on the back of Dante's bike.

Ka'tet
Ahead are giant walls, great and strong, built of stone that, by some curious technology or invention, fit together smoothly, with no need for mortar, and are as green as leaves in Spring. They are towering, nearly two hundred feet tall, and look solid. The sort of walls that sneer at sieges and don’t even grace the concept of being climbed with their attention. There are no chinks, or gaps, or murder holes, or anything that could serve as a hand-hold.
It is therefore very much to your relief that a climb won’t be needed. Massive gates are open ahead, leading within.
The gates are ornamental, like the iron-wrought ones you see in front of mansions. They are open, and unmanned, although a chair has a box that contains glasses within, neatly folded on a velvet lined row. You wonder what they are for, but you cannot dwell on the mystery for long before the scene within takes your breath away.
The city is built of green glass, emeralds, and other jewels. Everywhere you look, all you can see is green, completely green, so much so that your eyes begin to hurt.
It’s also completely deserted, no signs of life. Not so much as a spider, or an insect can be seen within, and the air has a still, dead quality, flat, as though undisturbed. And yet there is no dust, no signs of the plants overgrowing, and everything seems perfectly maintained. As though they left mere moments ago.
You glance into a room, and see that there is food on the table, cooling. It can’t have been there for more then fifteen minutes. And yet nobody is in sight. You’re all alone here.
Above the castle you can see in the distance, a hot air balloon is tethered, the only splash of color. Red and white amongst green.

Murkus

2010-10-11, 09:24 AM

Azazel

The demon quietly watches his companions as they make their way through the tunnels. He looks a bit apprehensive about so blindly following the map, but they have to keep moving.

Not liking the cold, Azazel alights a fleck of hellfire above his host's hand, giving him warmth as he steps forward.

doliest

2010-10-11, 10:07 AM

Death-
“No, Darkseid of Apocolypse, I will not take you. Destiny would say, ‘You still have a place in what is to come.,’ And maybe I see a little in you of a brother long dead, his name lost to but those who remember the world as it had been.” She seems far off for a moment, remembering dead memories, “Regardless, you serve a purpose. You help keep the balance of the Fourth World. If you were to die, High Father would be unopposed by his kind. I no more favor him than I favor you, so you shall live, Darkseid. But, in times to come, remember that I am watching. You live on borrowed time. Do not squander it. Or I may find a replacement.” She turns to Hayato, “I won’t try and take this planet from you, Hayato. It would start a fight I’d rather not deal with. Instead….” She taps her face, “Instead you need a new planet. A new planet for a new outlook. We‘ll find one. For now, you‘re coming with me. I‘m too busy to go looking at the moment.”

She pulls the two of them into her realm, protecting Darkseid to ensure he remains alive. She’s looking for her second love. The first in so long to love her, and the most protective. Thanos. “Dead again, huh?” She grins at him.

Dracula
Dracula hurls his own Hellfire, though his seems to at most slow down, and at a good hit counter Zarthos’s. “We could return! This isn’t about justice, this about your hatred, Angel. Your inflexibility. Isn’t lying a sin?”

Gulping

2010-10-11, 10:34 AM

Dante

"What the hell... when did we reach Oz?" Dante urges the machine forward, driving on towards the castle. "I have no damned idea why this is here, but since it is, we might as well go off to see the frickin' Wizard, if he's even around."

Caim

F**KING WOLVES. Rudely taken from the world of slumber, the Drakengard rises, drawing the Skull Banquet as he stomps off in search of the loud, annoying piece of s**t that was dumb enough to disturb him.

Draxx

2010-10-11, 04:35 PM

Thanos
"Once more." He replies. You're the only person who sees him like this, with all his cares, worries and nihilistic sociopathy cast aside. He's really much nicer this way.

Roland Deschain
The gunslinger looks around with a casual disinterest, as though this is nothing more interesting then the miles of dessert they've already seen, then looks at the hot air balloon.
At last he nods. "It is likely that the next step of our journey can indeed be found in here." He says. "Lets go pay them a visit."

Door
She sits back, relaxed. Getting through the wall will be no problem at all. The people on the other side might be, but given her companions she wasn't all that worried abut that.

Green Arrow
"That's a good one." He replies, capping the flask and replacing it. "Well then, what are you going to do about it?" He stands up steadily.

doliest

2010-10-11, 04:43 PM

Death
Heh. You'll be alive again in no time. People like you don't stay down long. She's sitting beside him, or as close to 'sitting' as you can in an area like this. Still, it's nice to have you here. Close. It did feel nice. Comforting, in a way. Reassuring.

Draxx

2010-10-11, 04:56 PM

Thanos
His massive arm wraps around her. Most people would find this terrifying, given how much power there was in his limb, but then, Death is so much more powerful then him that nothing he did could be construed as a threat.

Much of his life had been spent trying to be worthy of her, trying to become her equal. He'd succeeded three times, but their relationship hadn't really started until he stopped trying.

"Then we'd best make the most of what time we have together." He replied. Holding up a hand, he focused, molecules forming into a vague rectangular shape as he tore into the raw firmament to create something from the only matter nearby, himself.

After a moment, he was done, and placed a DVD of Disney's 'The Little Mermaid' into her tiny hand. The data was a lot easier then the actual creation, and was fairly sure he got the electronic signature right.

doliest

2010-10-11, 05:07 PM

Death
She looks up and smiles at him; it would be sweet to anyone who didn't know they were a psychopathic alien tyrant and the anthropomorphic personification of death. It didn't really matter who they were for the moment, as the movie began to play.
Is it a bad time to mention I've never seen Little Mermaid?

Draxx

2010-10-11, 05:30 PM

What an amazing coincidence. Neither have I.

Thanos
With that, they went into her sanctum and watched the film.
The sanctum was a room, painted black with a couch and a television, which was intended to occupy them. Thanos was so big he took up six sevenths of the couch, and so dense it had to be reinforced with quite a bit more then usual or it would be crushed, so Death perched on the Armrest, as his lap wasn't really comfortable. Unless you like the feel of cold bicycle tires.

Thanos did not find the movie particularly enjoyable.

For one thing, it was only capable of occupying the merest fraction of his formidable mental facilities. Further synapses amused themselves by analyzing the molecular components of Death's Sanctum, and Death herself, another portion measured the hydrogen emissions of the universe, invented an equation for this, then shut down out of boredom. A third analyzed the mecha that had killed him, and began reverse engineering it for further study, and a fourth began the calculations to invent a machine capable of driving two galaxy's together for the purpose of gaining the necessary power to run the mecha. A fifth was already hard at work mapping out the likely places for his own position. The infinity gauntlet.

The other half of his brain was focused on her, mesmerized by everything about her.

But his overactive mind was the least of his difficulties.

The second problem was, thanks to his biological abilities as well as his considerable upgrades and improvements, he perceived time at a much slower rate. Subjectively, the movie was taking a week.

Given that persistence of vision does not apply at such a level, he wasn't even able to perceive the motion in the movie properly. Imagine watching a slideshow of someone's vacation pictures. Now imagine watching a procession of phosphorous dots or pixels cover the screen one at a time, only building up to a coherent picture at the end. That's what he sees EVERY SINGLE FRAME OF THE MOVIE.

He did find a certain horrified enjoyment, minuscule though it was, in the plot. But if it wasn't for the fact he was watching it with her, he would be in agony by now. But Death wanted to, and that was good enough for him.

Draxx

2010-10-11, 06:22 PM

Thanos
He continues to try to make sense of the DVD. He's not doing very well. He can sympathize with the desire of the aquatic based lifeform to become the equal and wed the object of her affections, after all love is the only thing of any real value in the multivere, and one should seek it as they can.

It is there that it loses him. More and more of his brain takes an interest as he attempts to make sense of something he really isn't equipped to do.

The aquatic being seeks out an individual who can change her into another form, that will be compatible to the various bodily processes lovers go though, as she seeks more then just a platonic romance of two individuals who find joy in the existence of each other. This seems strange to Thanos. If the power exists, then why not attempt to learn how to do it yourself? There is every indication she is capable. But apparently this never occurs to the character, who instead agreed to win his love in a three day period.

Thanos could understand the appeal of such a challenge, afterall it was only self set purposes and responsobilities that could be said to have any meaning, he had to wonder what exactly would prompt a being to fall in love with someone they could not truly be said to understand. How much could you learn about someone in a mere three days? Just the same, he dismissed this as irrelevant to understanding the feature, and continued his careful consideration of the film.

Gulping

2010-10-11, 06:43 PM

Hayato

Hayato says nothing as Death walks off with Thanos. He just stands there, continuing to smoke. That is, until his phone rings.

His eyebrows rise as he whips it out of his pocket, raising it to his ear. He already knows who's calling; there's only one being who has this number.

"Musashi, I assume you caught something?" Musashi's half of the conversation is unintelligible, even to Darkseid's senses. Hayato, ever paranoid, has all his calls scrambled.

"Hmm... Fascinating. There's only two possible beings who could possess those characteristics. As soon as everything is running again, I'll have some bodies built for them.

Using the cloning mechanisms wouldn't work, we don't have a tissue sample to work with for either of them.

That one wouldn't have his memories even if we made him a new body. A Soldier is the only option for both of them.

Shame or not, that's just how things work. You know as well as I do that the heart and the mind are not one thing.

Ryoma doesn't count, Tomoe, he never has, not even when we were 'normal.' The man has always been some kind of freak.

Right. just send them to the main office, I'll sort them out once everything's fixed up. Captain S**thead's little radio show f**ked up pretty much everything.

That's why you're the Guardian, Ryoma's the Herald, and I'm the Commander. The kind of power you wield would be nothing short of apocalyptic in our hands. I do not have your sense of compassion, and Ryoma... Well, you remember that time he ran out of hot sauce just as well as I do.

She is eccentric. Dis-Lev usually uses agents who are more subdued, less likely to get emotionally involved with things.

This one has SUITORS, Musashi. One of them is a walking tumor who can see through the Walls, and the other is a Ruina candidate who needs a gigantic quantity of Feel-Good injected directly into his brainstem on an hourly basis to keep him from being an incredibly destructive idiot. That is so far out of the ordinary they do not have words for it.

I know, you'll take care of it if anything happens. Still, I have my doubts, my suspicions, my fears. It's my job to have those things, and make plans for them.

Right. Goodbye, Musashi." He hangs up, and returns his phone to his pocket. He most decidedly does not look at Darkseid, or even at anything in particular. He simply waits.

Eddie, Scott, and Gilgamesh

Ahhh, f**k my head. What the hell happened?
I don't know, some weird guy started reciting something over the radio, and next thing I know, I wake up just now. What the hell was that, like hypnosis or something?
It seems to have stopped now, though. Thank goodness. I believe that whatever the contents of that transmission were, it was definitely of malign purpose, and if it managed to compromise this machine's systems...
Yeah, we're probably not the only ones who were affected by it. If that's the case, then that really f**king sucks. And it's a waste of a show!
I have a feeling I know the answer to this already, but what do you mean?
I mean if the guy was able to broadcast whatever the s**t that was straight through the kind of stuff this rig's gotta have to prevent that from happening, why'd he waste that kind of power on some crappy hypnosis thing? Why not blast some metal instead?
I was right! Lemme guess, you wanna try and replicate what he did, but instead of trying some kinda mind f**key stuff, you wanna broadcast an impromptu rock concert?
Got it in one. HEY! COOP! WAKE THE F**K UP! WE'RE GONNA DO SOMETHING AWESOME! And then I start slapping him until the fat bastard's brain turns on again. Help me with this, Gil!
Of course, Sir Riggs, I will assist your efforts!

darkblade

2010-10-11, 06:44 PM

Dresden

The more I analyze my allies the more I look at Harry Dresden as a francise than an indivdual. "Go out and start the van, I'll be along in a minute."

I headed back out into the church, if things were as bad as they looked I wouldn't want to push Thomas anymore than I have to, lest he lose control of his hunger. I head out into the main sancutary and find Billy. "Billy, get Gerogia and meet me at Michael's Van, we got a lead on Molly but it's an ugly one."

As the young werewolf goes off to find his wife and head out to the car I make my way to Church's kitchen where if she's been drinking like Billy said Murphy would have to be. "I'm sorry Murph. You lost a lot of good people."

***

Darksied

Darksied is not patient but even he knows better than to interupt Death and Thanos as they watch her favourite movie. Particularly when he is at her mercy like he is now.

***

Ramierz

"Why is there a giant green city in the middle of the desert? What ever happened to location, location, location?" Ramierz asks walking through the gem like walls.

***

Spider-Man

"Well I tried kicking the Devil's ass but that didn't go well and then I tried tricking him but someone had to scare him away with a magic boxing glove on a stick." Peter says.

"So I'm not sure what else to do, I fought glorified muggers not forces of pure evil. This is way above my head man."

***

Zarthos

There have been no lies told. The Justice League and the Authority have much more pressing matters than to deal with you and as a member of the Authority I have the right to kill any demon or monster that intrudes upon this world. Zarthos explains as he absorbs Dracula's hellfire into himself, he'd been fallen for long that Soulfire was no longer accessable and his hellfire was next to useless here, time to resort to brute force, namely a haymaker with the force of an eightteen wheeler to Dracula's face.

Draxx

2010-10-11, 06:57 PM

Green Arrow
Green Arrow looks at him incredulously. If there is one thing he can't stand is dwelling on past failure. Stiffen the f*ck up, grab hold of your testes and get your act together. "What are you complaining about? Impressive as this bow is, it went obsolete two hundred years ago, as much as you wouldn't know it from my skillful handling. At least you're superhuman." He says, although there is a faint possesive tone in his voice, and it's clear he wouldn't change what he is.
He lets you dwell on that for a second, then stands up.
"Though apparently stupid. You're not going to win a deal with the devil. But he's not the problem. Between us we should be able to sneak down and save them. Besides, I have a plan."
He stares at you. "Suicide is a mortal sin that sends us to hell, correct? So all we have to do is drown one or the other. He goes down to hell, finds our respective lady friends, then the other one uses CPR to get them out of it. Badda bing, badda boom, out."

The Kurgan
"That will be his undoing." He says to Molly, replying to her statement about God caring for everyone, and it's all the worse for being absolutely serious. He honestly expects to usurp God.
"Look at the world. Only a cynic would call it life. We live at the mercy of the strong, every day is a struggle for survival. An eternal battle that we all lose sooner or later. What does that say about God?" If you haven't ventured that he's insane before now, you sure as have now. And you don't like the hungry way he's looking at you.

Roland Deschain
"The Shadow man left it. Marten Broadcloak has a tendency towards whimsical behavior.Or perhaps the world has just moved on."
With that he walks towards the central place, not sure what he expects to find.

The Shoveler

2010-10-11, 07:06 PM

Vash
"No answer, I see. Fine then, I take it that you aren't human by looking at your appearance itself," he says, pulling out his signature gun and firing into each of the enemies, hitting with deadly accuracy and precision. Right in the head for each of them.

Colesign

2010-10-11, 07:16 PM

Vin

The Mistborn follows after Dresden, dragging an enormous iron sword behind her, and see Dresden talk to Murphy.

"Hi." she says.

Solomon Kane

Solomon Kane follows silently. Upon seeing Murphy, he has a spark of intuition, a premonition that she is destined for a great inheritance.

He check Fidelacchius to see if anything strange is happening to it.

Sanya

"My best explanation for their behavior is that Hell's Armies are indeed marching behind them." Sanya adds. "Dark forces are moving through the breadth of time and space. Evil stirs, fell beasts awake, and so on, and so forth."

Draxx

2010-10-11, 07:20 PM

Door
"We hope." The girl adds. It occur to her that their are far worse things then demons at work here. But then, she grew up on the outskirts of Nightside. She's got a good idea about just how bad it could be.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 07:45 PM

Dresden, Solomon, Vin
The sword does glow a little, as though biding it's time.
She doesn't return Vin's wave.
Murphy puts down the gin. "No I didn't." She says. She doesn't sound tipsy. Perhaps she's too angry to get there way. "Because we didn't do anything. Everyone just vanished. Some were in bed, next to their wives, others were actually at the station. Nobody saw anything. And... and..."
She looks at you, and you realize the anger is as much to cover her own fear. "Nobody saw anything except me. I woke up and there was a damn crow tapping against my window. A crow. And I knew it was something else. Do I sound crazy? I pulled my gun on a bird, only it was gone. And you know what? That was the exact moment they all vanished. Then the next day, they were all crucified on telephone poles."
She slams her glass down. "So you tell me, Dresden. What is this thing, and why is it going after us?"
You understand she doesn't mean to accuse you. She's just been backed into a corner and she needs somebody to blame. And you're the only nearby occultist who makes a target.
Just the same, it hurts. All the more that you're certain it's only doing this to get to you.

Team Nightside
"The Watchmen say the Dead walk, and their masters stir behind them. Melisandre says a winter comes that shall have no end. Morianne tells me of shadow creatures who feed on human misery. Wildlings we capture tell us of The King Beyond the Wall, The 'Good Man' who gives them weapons that let them fight across the sky with lightning, and will lead them into the safety beyond. Everyone has a different story. Who cares which one is true?"
Stannis replies bitterly. He's really not equipped for this responsibility. Of all the kings at the moment, he has the best claim and the least support, but he's the only one doing his job while the continent tears itself apart with civil war.

Ka'tet
You make your way into the castle, and a big floating head appears before you, bobbing up and down, and looking very fierce, wise and powerful. It's maybe thirty feet in diameter, and seems to be suspended by nothing.
"Who dares tempt the wrath of mighty Oz?" It roars.

darkblade

2010-10-11, 08:04 PM

Ramirez

Carlos has seen this movie he looks for a curtain. "It is Oz...that was unexpected."

***

Dresden

"I don't know what it is Murphy." I admitted taking a seat nearby waving vigorously at Vin and Solomon to give us some privacy for a minute.

"It could be any number of bad guys and believe me there are a lot of bad guys active right now. Nicodemus and his new friends, the Crimson King, that Darksied fellow that Morbius was scared of, Hell one of my friends was nearly eaten by Cthulu yesterday, All I know is that whatever, whoever it is, it has Molly." I said dropping the notes on the table in front of her.

"I'm going to do whatever it takes to but this thing down. I figured you'd want to come along, seeing as this is your city and all." I cracked a little smile I didn't fully expect her to return.

"

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 08:20 PM

Team Dresden
You all get into the van. Charity is armed and armored, looking like Joan of Arc is usually depicted. Michael is driving. You hope he won't actually get out, you have the feeling that you'll need him, but another that things won't go well if he does.
Billy and his wife are bantering and flirting, bragging to each other who is going to kill the most. It doesn't exactly fit with the grim solemnity the rest of you carry with you, and actually sets your teeth on edge a little.
Thomas came in the end, and he has his hands pressed in front of him, his eyes lowered. Murphy is still and silent, to busy dealing with her own demons to pay you any attention.
Even Mouse looks sad, head lowered, whimpering softly at the mood.
You come to stop in-front of a building you know very well. You fought werewolves here. It's Marcone's home. The van stops at the gates, and the message crumbles to dust with a faint sigh. Well. Here you are. To deal with Nicodemus, and whatever he summoned up.
You look around, and get a feeling you won't be seeing any of these people again. Wizard sight.

Ramirez
You see one. It's green, like everything else, but seems tacked on, out of place in the opulent surroundings.

darkblade

2010-10-11, 08:47 PM

Dresden

"Figures..." I muttered stepping out of the car, along with Morbius and my assorted allies.

"This is bad, really bad. Marcone had absurd level wards before he signed on with a dark power, I'm not sure our magic will be at all useful out here." I warned as I approached the gate not telling anyone about my vision just yet. If we're lucky I won't see them because I'm the dead one.

***

Ramirez

A little enthropy magic to make the curtain blow over to the side should reveal the little hack behind it.

Colesign

2010-10-11, 08:51 PM

Vin

Vin's newly acquired sword was too large to fit into the van, so she elected to follow the Van Mistborn style.

Suddenly, a coin shoots to the ground, and Vin falls out of the sky, landing with a dramatic thud.

Solomon Kane

"God and the White be with us." Solomon says, revolver drawn and Staff at hand.

Gulping

2010-10-11, 09:02 PM

Dante

Dante just groans and plants his face in his palm.

"Could we cut to the chase, please? We're chasing down some very dangerous, very psychotic people who've already obliterated an entire town, and the thought of them gaining any more ground on us makes me physically ill. I do NOT want them to get even the slightest chance to do any more damage.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 09:03 PM

Ramirez
The curtain falls away, to reveal a low-man in a yellow coat with the head of a rat, a circle dripping with blood in his forehead, that something else stared through like a window. The floor beneath him writhed and twisted with furry little bodies. High-pitched squeals, the thick brush of fur, the clatter of thousands of claws filled the room.'Four giant rats sat like mountains in that furry tide, staring at you with black, button eyes. Huge naked tails thrash behind them.
"Clever, clever wizard." The lowman chittered. "But so very wrong." There are more squeaks, and more and more of the rats and lowmen appear at every doorway, watching you. There must be millions of them.

Team Dresden
Hendricks steps out of the gate house and beckons. "Come with me. Just Dresden, Michael, and whichever one of you is called Solomon Kane. If anyone else comes, he says he'll set his wolves on them. And somehow I don't think he's joking." You've never heard him string so many words together. Didn't even know he could. But he's a chatterbox when scared.

Richard walks over beside Vin. "You must teach me how to do that. I've always wanted to fly."

Evil Ka'tet
The world was gray darkness, smelling of pine and moss and cold. Pale mists rose from the black earth. The ground was littered with pine needles and blown leaves, a carpet of green and brown still damp from the recent rains. Huge bare oaks, tall sentinels and hosts of soldier pines stood all around them.

The wildlings came boiling over the hill not half a mile away. Their hounds loped before them, snarling gray-brown beasts with more then a little wolf in their blood. The hunters approached warily, perhaps fearing arrows. Fourteen or so in all, with maybe eight dogs. Their large round shields were made of skins stretched over woven wicker and painted with skulls. About half of them hid their faces behind crude helms of wood and boiled leather. On either wing, archers fitted arrows to small, wood-and-horn bows, but didn't fire just yet. The rest seemed to be armed with spears and mauls. One had a chipped stone axe. They wore what armor they could scavenge, steal or steal. Wildlings did not forge or smelt, and their were precious few forges this close to the wall.
Their leader rode a beast that seemed more goat then horse. He clattered as he moved, he was armored like the Kurgan, with bones. Cow bones, sheep bones, moose and horse and elk and pig, and human bones as well. His helm was made from the skull of a giant, and bear claws were sewn to the boiled leather beneath.

darkblade

2010-10-11, 09:12 PM

Dresden

"If you don't hear from us in half an hour bring the place down." I said stepping towards Hendricks.

Michael goes to get out of the car but Morbius stops him. "Michael Carpender is retired as a Knight of the Cross. I, Michael Morbius am his successor to the sword Ammoracus I shall go in his stead."

***

Ramirez

"Okay thats just wrong." Carlos says reaching for a gernade on his belt.

"What do you want with us, ratman?"

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 09:22 PM

Ka'tet
"Eat him." It demanded, and like a living tide the rats descended on you, teeth bared hungrily.

Dresden, Morbius, Solomon Kane[/URL]
Michael stares at you, then shakes his head. "Trust the lord." He says, then sits down. Carity is not so yielding, and Hendrics is wise enough not to push the point. Or maybe he doesn't think it will make a difference.
Hendrics takes you to the top floor, but doesn't go in himself. Marcone is nowhere to be seen.

Colesign

2010-10-11, 09:28 PM

Vin

Vin shrugs. "It's merely a matter of Burning the Right Metals. As for learning how to do it, well, they say a man can only master the Metals after he faces Death...and rejects it."

There's a pause after that dramatic statement. Then Vin adds: "Which translates to a near-death experience. With any luck, you won't get the chance to become an Allomancer. But if you do, I'd be willing to show you the ropes."

She thinks about the pellet of Larasium she has on her person.

Before Dresden and Solomon enter: "If you get into trouble, give us a signal. Something really obvious."

{Wow: Update Lag!!!!!}

Solomon

"We'll think of something." Solomon Kane promises. He turns to Charity and Murphy. "If it would not trouble you greatly, I would ask for the brief lending of your sword." he says to Charity, then turns to Murphy. "And if it would not trouble you greatly, I would ask for the brief caretaking of this blade." he asks, holding out Fidelacchius."

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 09:33 PM

Dresden, Morbius, Solomon Kane (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woWnrrxUc7U)
Charity takes out a spare, and hands you that instead. Murphy takes the holy sword, and puts it through her belt, next to her gun. With that, you go into the den of thieves.
The room was large and mostly bare. The desk had been pushed up against the far wall, the executive swivel chair pinned behind it. The pictures were covered with drop cloths. The lights were out.
A window overlooks Chicago, giving a clear look at Chicago and allowing one to see all the way to the skyline. You think you've never seen such a sterile and uninviting vista in your life. Overhead was a small moon, like a highly polished silver coin. It was full.
Standing there, looking out the window, hands clasped behind his back, was the shape of a man. It's dressed in denim, a jacket and jeans, with worn cowboy boots and long brown hair.
It stands there, indifferently presenting its back to you, giving you no attention whatsoever, or even indication that it knows your there. As though it doesn't have the slightest care in the world.

Rest of Team Dresden
He laughs. He looks very handsome and nice, laughing like that, and you find yourself wanting to join in. "I've faced Death so many times... I've died twice, and who knows how many times I should have died. Now..."
'Richard, it's time.'
His head snaps up, then the moments gone, and he's easy going, somewhat strange but helpful and friendly Richard again. He lifts his hand as if to say 'it's nothing', seeming perfectly casual, then jams his hand into her midsection with a move like lightning. He is strong enough to rip out a persons spine bare-handed, this is going to be ugly.

Colesign

2010-10-11, 09:34 PM

Vin

{Wow: Update Lag!!!!!}

Vin wasn't burning any Atium. As Richard's hand began to clutch at her chest, she panicked, and instinctively Steelpushed at his Belt buckle: with the weight of Hyrim Finger, this results in Richard being flung away.

Solomon

Solomon Kane holds up the Staff of Solomon, and keeps his gun ready at his side.

"You seem to have us at an advantage...Mr. Shadowed Man."

Murkus

2010-10-11, 09:38 PM

Azazel

I suppose they've emerged from the caves now?

The demon looks at the encroaching force of hunters, eyes flickering yellow as he starts towards them at a steady walk. The ferocious dogs may grow quiet, even terrified as his feet crunch in the needles.

The old goat looks at their obvious leader. "Evening, gentlemen." Comes the demon's accented voice. Despite his host, it still sounds a little bit like a man from the Southern United States.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 09:43 PM

Solomon
He continues to look out for a moment, indifferent, before he turned. How long does it take a man to turn? Two, maybe three seconds at the most. But it seems like he keeps on turning forever, showing more and more of himself, like the very moon he'd been watching. You become children again, struck at once by dreadful curiosity and deep fear. And your sure he's going to keep on turning until, unknown eons from now, it will be completed, and something terrible, immeasurably old and cruel will tower above you.
Then he stops, and you get a glimpse of his face. He looks cheerful, friendly and affable, eyes glimmering with a childish excitement. Then he smiles, and the effect is ruined, because you can see the hate and cruelty in that smile.
"You came. Good. I was worried you'd stick with Roland. But no, couldn't do that. The Great and Powerful wizard knows what's important, unlike that mere cowboy. Well good choice. It made me very happy anyway. Can I help you gentlemen?"

Vin
Richard responds with lightning, sorceress power that smashes into the car and sends it flying, the rest of your companions still inside. He rolls, loses his momentum, and hits the ground fine. He draws Ashbringer, adn points it at you, smiling.

Azazel
The man is a shaman of some sort. No pretender, he actually does wield the power of skin changing, borrowing and other, similar powers, the natural magic that has long been forgotten on most worlds.
His bones were sewn together loosely, so he clacked and rattled when he rode.
"Told you they'd be here." he says to the hunters, then dismounts. "John Farson wants to hold palavar with you. Says he's got questions."

Colesign

2010-10-11, 09:52 PM

Solomon Kane

"We have many problems to deal with these days." Solomon replies.

"I suppose the most prominent problems are: how to find Nicodemus Archleone and prevent him from harming any more innocents, how to find and safely rescue an teenage girl who has been cruelly kidnapped, how to locate the primary agents behind the attempted Destruction of the Dark Tower and stop them permanently, and how to locate the primary agents behind the attempted Conquest of the Dark Tower and stop them, permanently as well."

Vin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUevedfnrmc&NR=1)

Vin regains her feet, burns her Pewter and Tin, and burns Atium. Her face is grim as she raises Hyrim Finger.

"I liked you, even though you were a bit on the grim side. Why did you have to become such a ****?!!?!"

She Steelpushes on a sewer grate in the ground and bounds up into the air, arcing over Richard's head. Simultaneously, she raises a fist with lightning-like reflexes, and sprays a handful of coins at Richard.

darkblade

2010-10-11, 09:54 PM

Dresden

"Who are you?" I asked reading my blasting rod.

Morbius places his hand on Ammoracus but stays silent.

***

Team Dresden

As good as Richard is he is hopelessly outnumbered. Charity starts by throwing her husband from the car and diving out after him. Murphy and Thomas each roll out their side doors drawing their P90 and sawed off shotgun respectively. Billy and Georgia shift into their giant wolf forms smashing through the back of the van along with Mouse who looks much smaller than he really is next to them.

Charity focuses on protecting her husband despite his protests. Murphy and Thomas aim their respective gun at Richard waiting for him to give them a clear shot. Finally the dogs all lunge at Richard aiming to pin him to the ground and rip his throat out.

The Shoveler

2010-10-11, 09:58 PM

Vash
He continues walking, following after his team's leader, Lea. He had a feeling that he'd need to follow him to find his destiny. The Powers that Be are that fickle sometimes.

Coop
'Wake up, Coop. The Equation is lost. Wake up, Coop.'
He hears the voice in his head, the Getter influencing him. He was a member of Hayato's forces now. He couldn't allow this to happen to him again. He'd need to talk to Hayato about this after he took down Godzilla.
He awakens, turning on his communication line.
"I am sorry, Commander. I lost myself to the Equation. It shall not happen again, sir!" he says, turning the machine back on. "If I may request my orders? Shall I continue my mission?"

Lucy
Waiting for that there Host incident to spike. She needed something to do.

Flandre
She keeps her secret focus on Zarthos. He wouldn't hurt Dracula, but Dracula also had some other agenda here. She'd let it play out for now.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 10:08 PM

Dresden
You look down, and see your pointing a banana at him. You drop it as if burned, and it lands on the ground, a mirror of his smile.
"I am an enigma." He replies, strolling forward, arms crossed. "As to what I'm doing, well I thought that was obvious. I'm living a little. Taking some small opportunity for a little pleasure."

Solomon
He sighs. "As to the other questions, You won't, you missed your chance when you came with Dresden instead of Childe Roland, by the time you find your way back again the world will have changed. Molly is either dead or wishing it, she might have come to me wet and willing but she didn't leave that way." he gave a leer that made your blood run cold. "As to big number three, I'm the primary agent, pleased to meet you, and if you want to stop me then what the hell are you doing here?"
He rubs his hands. "Well, if that's all sorted you can toddle on back home."

Vin
Richard tosses aside the dogs like puppies, even Mouse, with two swings of his arms, but leaving himself open to a clean shot in that instant.
Then he sees Vin coming, and leaps into a roll, every one of the coins missing him. He finally finishes drawing his sword.

Caim
Four of them are slinking towards you, barely more then grey shadows in the twilight.

Colesign

2010-10-11, 10:15 PM

Vin

Vin lands with a *thump* on the ground, and swing the Hyrim Finger, looking to sever Richard's head.

"Never answered my question. Why did you suddenly become such a ****?"

Solomon Kane

Solomons grinds his teeth at the "wet and willing" remark.

"You've been...helpful." Solomon says, eyes narrowed. "If you're the 'primary agent', then how would we go about stopping you from conquering the Tower?"

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 10:21 PM

Solomon Kane
"Well, to do that you'd need a few things. Roland is the only man who can open the tower. His blunt, uncompromising, unimaginative mind. He doesn't have magic, or superpowers, and no gods chose him, but he is the only one with a mind like it in the multiverse. He can walk right in, and blow his horn, and the jigs up."
He's smiling. "But, there are a few problems. Like Nicodemus, the one who can kill him. And you..." He points at Dresden "Are the only one who can kill him. So know Roland doesn't have a chance in hell, and I'm probably going to kill you just in case. See, I know telling you all my plan is a bad idea, but it's just so hard to resist. I mean, look at yourselves, all set up to be the avengers, come to make me pay for my sins. It's so god damn funny. Who can resist?"

Vin
"Made a deal. This is just payment." As she raises the finger over her head, a lightning bolt strikes it, drawn from the coming storm that wasn't there moments ago. The energy travels into her, a thousand bolts conducted into her. Richard doesn't twitch. He just starts counting backwards from six, waiting for the thunder.

darkblade

2010-10-11, 10:23 PM

Dresden

"Like Hell you will." I slam my staff to the ground and start to put magic back into the wards that Marcone had installed here, wards designed by the CEO of MonOcc Industries, Odin himself to prevent magic from getting in or out.

I raised my entirely non-magical gun and pointed it at Flagg. "You're not going anywhere."

***

Team Dresden

When the dogs recover their footing to the sides Murphy and Thomas open fire. Two shotgun slugs and more P90 bullets than I personally care to count fly towards Richard.

"Who the hell is this Creep?" Murphy asks.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 10:33 PM

Dresden
"Put it down before you hurt yourself." He says dismissively. Then he stops.
"Or is this personal? Is this about your apprentice? How she begged, and pleaded, but couldn't escape me, or what she'd done. You know, she didn't lose faith until the last second, she kept thinking you'd come to rescue her. But you didn't, and I took her, and all she could do was retreat and wait for it to end."
He pops his hands in his pocket, still smiling. "I'm not scared of you, Dresden. I'm feeling lucky. Give it your best shot." He removes a stick of gum and pops it in his mouth, then starts chewing.

Team Dresden
Richard gets hit once before he snaps out a shield. The bullet tears int his shoulder, breaking his collarbone and making him stagger, but he only winces and tosses his sword to his other hand.

Gulping

2010-10-11, 10:41 PM

Eddie, Scott, and Gil

Who the hell's Hayato? It's me, Eddie, one of the guys you picked up, remember! I wanna rig this thing up for a rock show. Right here, right now. Can you help?

Dante

"Yeah, THIS part's new. It's violence time, kids!" Taking Pandora out of his coat and changing it into Grief form, he hurls it into the mass of rats, slicing every rat it touches to ribbons. As it flies, he draws the remodeled Rebellion, leveling it at the oncoming horde. He grins as the blade begins to glow red with demonic power.

The power of Sparda.

"THIS PARTY'S JUST GETTING STARTED! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" With that, he dashes forward with Stinger, thrusting his sword through an entire row of ROUSmen before beginning a deadly dance of blades and bullets. Pistol rounds, shotgun blasts, and the singing of blades compose a symphony of devastation, tearing through the rat horde's ranks like a wildfire.

Caim

Time to shut up, little doggies. Caim once more activates the dark enhancements of the Skull Banquet, and rushes forth. The werewolves cannot react to his massively boosted speed, and his equally great strength allows him to smash their heads with but a single strike.

In his mind, he's laughing. There are only two things that Caim truly enjoys, and he doubts he's ever going to see one of them again. Therefore, he has to milk the remaining pleasure for all he can.

Too bad that one remaining pleasure is 'wholesale slaughter.'

The Shoveler

2010-10-11, 10:47 PM

Coop
He looks around. Was he hallucinating earlier? Probably. Oh well, he had some buds to chill with now!
"Yeah, I think I have just the trick..." he says, pressing a series of buttons. Megas' chest opens up and a stage extends. Speakers bigger than ever thought possible are hooked up to Megas and the amplified Getter energy running through this stage increase the output tenfold.
"So, ready to rock?" he says, grinning.

AnimeKid

2010-10-11, 10:55 PM

Yoshimori

After killing the wolf he starts walking only for Madaro his families demon dog spirit to appear from the stone that he usually stays in. He then say to Yoshimori, "Wait Yoshimori I smell more of those beasts coming from that way as well as a human like scent. You better get over there and make sure everythings all right." Yoshimori sighs and says, "Well better get over there and take a look." He then takes off in the direction that Caim is

Fayt

He goes back to the group and tells them about what he was told hoping that John would help him come up with a plan. Ash, not so much. Tommy's help would be appreciated though.

industrious

2010-10-11, 11:05 PM

Nicodemus

He seems utterly unruffled by the entire affair, as if their appearance had been expected. Calm certainty, compared to Molly's own small amount panic. Reinforcing that contrast between them...and her desire to be more like him.

"Then let's not keep him waiting, shall we?"

Planetary (and the Century Babies)

John Taylor

"Sounds like another day at the office."

I process Fayt's words, and purse my lips before coming to a decision.

"My Lord, may we impose on your hospitality until sunrise? Your land is bitterly cold, and to venture forth in the night would only cause us to freeze to death."

Axel Brass's Hideaway

Axel Brass's legs were ruined in his final battle, when the Quantum Computer, left uncontrolled and directionless, nearly destroyed the snowflake, and by its actions, summoned a League into the world to destroy it, and thus, save theirs.

But Axel has evolved beyond that, his formidable mind no longer needing sleep nor food nor drink. He has learned to close wounds by willpower alone, and the more Palpatine hits him, the quicker his injuries regenerate.

Unrelenting, the Mind of the Twentieth Century continues blasting away with his turbopistols. The Sith had to succumb at some point.

Steppenwolf is cautious. He prefers not to fight unless he has had time to study his foe, learn their habits and tactics. He's also a new god, and a different order of being to Elijah in terms of endurance, toughness, strength and speed. And he is as arrogant as most of his kind, unable to turn down a challenge.
With a sneer, he draws a knife with a blade of radium, one he uses against the Gods of New Genesis, and comes towards Elijah in a crouch. He keeps his focus everywhere, however, expecting a trap.

Elijah, as befitting his personality, lets Steppenwolf approach before subtracting the heat in the New Gods body. Water in Steppenwolf's brain freezes into ice crystals, and ruptures cell membranes, causing massive nerve damage and paralysis. It continues down to his brianstem, where breathing and autonomic functions shut down as the bitter cold and ice cause it to freeze over. A literal brain freeze.

darkblade

2010-10-11, 11:11 PM

Dresden

"You son of a bitch." I swore and emptied my revolver at Flagg, fortunate I took that lesson with Roland it's not much but it's a lot better than I was before.

Morbious followed lunging across the room attempting to slam him into the desk.

***

Ramirez

The problem with Water magic is that unlike Fire magic it can't just make some out of thin air and unlike Earth and Wind magic it isn't everywhere. That gives Carlos a slight disadvantage in the desert but he's not completely helpless a gernade on the other side of the swarm plus a little enthropy induced confusion should keep the rodents off of their backs for a little bit.

***

Castle That Never Was

The way is now clear of Heartless and Nobodies, you come to a crossroads of three doors. One has some sort of logo on it some symbol with an L and C, another that is smeared with blood and the third has a dual headed guitar on it. It seems like you found the passages to the members indivdual quarters.

Cracklord

2010-10-11, 11:20 PM

Evil Ka'tet
You are taken to their camp, and led into the Good Man's tent.
John Farson was a tall man, who wore his long black hair in a messy top knot, his body is sinewy and tough, with the sort of definition on his arms that seemed profoundly unnatural. He's dressed in studded black leather over kevlar, and wears a red bronze gladiator helmet that covers his face except for his lower jaw.
He was the Crimson King's minister for war, just as Flagg was his minister of State and another was his minister of 'acquisitions'.
Slung to his chair are a range of weapons, most of them blades from a variety of cultures and worlds. While none of them are named or legendary, they are all appropriate to purpose. He's never been able to master guns, though he has minions who are. But he's never needed them.
Beside him sits a suave man shrouded in shadows and lingering tobacco smoke. He was a dashing fellow with meticulously groomed hair and a smile that seemed just the faintest degree away from an outright sneer. He wore a deep purple smoking jacket and exotic slippers. His eyes have the faintest flicker of surprise when you enter, but it's gone in a moment.
"Nicodemus. The years have been kind to you, haven't they?" Dorian Grey says in a bored drawl, getting to his feet.
He gives Molly a smile, which she returns nervously, and your suddenly reminded of a fawn too young to know the danger it's in, that will be nothing more then a skeleton picked clean by morning if it doesn't bolt while it still has a chance.
"And who is this enchanting creature?" He asks, taking her hand and kissing it in an old fashioned, courtly gesture, although his lips lingered a second to long for propriety.

John Taylor
Stannis nods. "You're welcome to it." he replies, putting his sword away on his hip, and folding his arms. "Rooms aplenty in both the towers."

Elijah
Your attack dammages him, but not much, as he has very little water in his body indeed, and it has chemical defenses that allow it to survive in absolute zero. Steppenwolf can fly through space without a helmet and survive in absolute zero, it would have to be very cold to damage him.
He's still swaying, his healing factor trying to compensate. The way to kill him is his own knife.

Brass
Palpetine changes tactics. Blinding bolts of energy coruscated from his fingers, slamming into Brass like sorceress lightning. They don't do much damage, they simply go for his nerves, and deal more pain then can be imagined or endured. They tear through his insides, looking for ground, and he can only shrink back from it, convulsing as they ebb away his strength.

Dante
The ordinary rats don't have a hope, and die, with tiny, forlorn squeaks. The larger ones are hurt, but mostly manage to avoid he blade bar a few knicks and scratches.
The Lowman removes a short bladed, long handled knife and parries you with it's deformed hands, showing surprising strength, but it can't keep up with you for long, and you cut it in half.
They're not tough, but they have numbers.

Ramirez
The grenade works quite well.

Caim
The werewolves are unnaturally fast, but to you they might as well be moving at a brisk walk, and you go through them quickly. Unfortunately, you're far from fatal. Their healing factor (actual canon) allows them to recover in a day from the every bone in the entire right side of their body broken. The injuries are crippling, but not quite enough. You want an instant, definite kill, or it won't be enough.

Godzilla
You finally arrive.

Dresden
You miss every shot. Roland would miss every shot. The bullets simply curve away. He laughs.
"Oh, touched a nerve, did I? He says, hand leaping out and stopping Morbius from drawing the blade more then halfway out of the scabbard by catching his elbow. "Know what I did to Ebenezzer?" He licks his lips. "Rub a dub dub. Thanks for the grub. I haven't got my heart set on Susan yet. I was thinking of giving her an interview with the original Count. I've always been a fan of irony."

Colesign

2010-10-11, 11:41 PM

Vin

Via Atium, Vin sees the lightning strike coming.

So she throws Hyrim Finger at Richard, and Steelpushes it as hard as she can, causing it to move as fast as a longbow arrow.

Solomon Kane

Solomon Kane, seeing how gunshots do nothing, decides to whack Randall across the skull with his Staff.

Sanya

"Thank you, M'Lord...M'Lord is the proper mode of address, da?"

industrious

2010-10-11, 11:42 PM

Nicodemus

Nicodemus subtly protects his latest project from Dorian's appetites by his own show of strength. Dorian was rather animal-like, shrinking from a larger fish.

"I am quite well, Dorian. Your painting was looking quite...lovely, the last time I last laid eyes on it."

But Dorian is but the hired help in this instance. It is John Farson that the Denarian has business with.

"Now, you wished to see me?"

Jakita Wagner

It is she, rather than Elijah that takes advantage of his disorientation. Leaping over him, she knocks the knife out from his hand and catches it in mid-air. Landing just inside his arm's reach, she plants it inside his chest.

"I don't need you to defend me, Elijah."

Now and Future

He collapses at last, twitching due Palpatine's attack.

"Excuse me," a voice comes from behind the Emperor. "You want the machine collapsed? Here you bloody go."

Jenny Sparks transforms into lightning once more, and leaps through Palpatine's nervous system, and from there into the wiring powering the machine, dumping his electrical impulses into its power grid. It barely measures as a blip within standard parameters.

She reappears once more, having drained a small fraction of the power to light herself a ciggie.

"Sorry, Robes. But I suppose you weren't big enough to succeed."

darkblade

2010-10-12, 12:08 AM

Dresden

I don't wast any time on more words. I just raise my staff and let my very soul flow through it, creating the divine binds of soul fire in a regular force spell around Flagg's throat.

Morbius gets to his feet and stands ready to make another move when he has an opening.

***

Ramirez

With the rodents dealt with Carlos draws his silver Warden sword and approaches the Ratman behind the curtain. "Maybe this bull**** was in the book. Tell me what the hell is going on rodent before I gut you."

***

Team Dresden

Billy, Georgia and Mouse test to see if that shield covers all sides by sneaking behind Richard as Murphy and Thomas keep providing them with cover fire.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 12:18 AM

Nicodemus
Dorian's eyes flash, but he sounds a tad to forced to maintain his usual bored drawl. "Kind of you to say so." He forces out, sitting back down.
Farsons nods at your response approvingly, and stands up. You get the impression he's not keen on Dorian.
"Another group is coming across the wall tonight." His voice is soft, so much that everyone had to strain just to hear him.
"It would be best if you left. We'll kill them if we can."

Jakita Wagner
Steppenwolf goes down, collapsing dead, a surprised look on his face, as though the event was unbelievable.

Once and future Spirit
Palpatine, however, does not. His body is not well, and barely responding, but his formidable will keeps it moving no matter how damaged it might be. He didn't move under his own power much anyway. He manipulated himself like a puppet using the force, explaining how he could still be so spry despite his horrific, wasted condition. With a gesture he forces her away again, then moves towards the super computer, seemingly unopposed.

Sanya
"Good enough." Stannis replies, already dismissing you.

Vin
The lightning misses you by a fraction. A hair. The faintest of margins. You really are running short on Atium, given that all you had with you was a small supply, and it's not like you can materialize more.

Team Dresden
Richard vanishes. He's gone, no scent, no sound, no body.

Flagg
They hold him, tight as a noose. That's not something he was prepared for, and he has no quick response planned like he did with the others. So he starts changing shape, a wolf snapping at the bindings, then a snake trying to get free, then a raven, then fire, then mist.

Colesign

2010-10-12, 12:30 AM

Solomon Kane

The Puritan Avenger grimly pokes the Staff of Solomon into the writhing form that is Randall Flagg: the Staff has demostrated the power to neutralize enchantments before.

Perhaps it'll confine Randall Flagg to a single form.

Vin

Vin retrieves Hyrim Finger. "Damm." She says.

She turns to everyone else. "Assuming that the backstabber known as Richard is truly gone, I think we should go to Dresden and Co.'s aid."

If Richard doesn't pop out again after a moment, she goes ahead and does it".

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 12:42 AM

Solomon Kane
The staff turns into a snake in your hands. You gasp and drop it. It's never done that before. Well, it has, but never for you.
The snake is massive with coils as thick as your legs that seem to go on forever, golden scales and eyes that seem wise and sad.
Randal, trapped in the body of a black serpent with red eyes, is caught in a fight he doesn't have a chance in, as the two dance around each other, using their muscular coils and leverage to attempt to break each other in half. After a moment, Flagg slips out, but before he can go far the golden serpent strikes, biting him behind the neck. Randall hisses but gets away, and the other snake returns to your hand, becoming a staff once more.
The black snake changes back into the dark man, one hand on a wound in his neck. He looks furious.
"Well, that's a good start. Soulfire, didn't expect that. Lets take of the kiddy gloves then, shall we?" A horrible darkness was spreading around him, it was not a cloud so much as a total absence of light. It was in the shape of a funnel, and it stretched, higher and higher until it must have been a thousand feet high. At it's summit, the very clouds seemed to be fleeing from it, as if it had some mysterious power of repulsion. The building was exploding inward around it, dragged into the dark whirlwind.

Vin
Richard does not reappear.
Thomas looks at the building, looking flat out terrified. "That's not the sign, is it?" He asks, gesturing at the tornado, and the exploding remains of Marcone's house around it.

darkblade

2010-10-12, 12:51 AM

Dresden

As Flagg escapes my soul fire noose I pull out my shield braclet and focus it as a bubble around the snake. "I said you weren't going anywhere."

I don't even bother to make any effort to resist the tornado, as long as that son of a bitch goes with me.

***

Team Dresden

"Not yet, it hasn't been a half hour yet." Murphy says sternly.

"We give him the benefit of the doubt." She then points at Vin. "Can you get somewhere higher up to see if you can see whats going on inside?"

Then the house blows up and Everyone's eyes widen with terror there was nothing any of them were able to do about something like that.

Gulping

2010-10-12, 01:05 AM

Ironheade

Always. LET'S GO PEOPLE!

FASTMOTION BUILDING SEQUENCE!
Changing to Narrative Perspective:

Somewhere along the way, Eddie figures out that the entire planet they're standing on could be used as an immense amplifier, just by hooking the Megas up to it. As such, the Megas now stands immobile, connected to Apokolips by an immeasurable amount of wiring. The Jammer system stands deployed as Eddie and Scott set up for their performance, linking Nevan and Clementine into the Barracuda's stereo.

However, before they can jam, something stops them, a feeling that there is something that they must do before they can fill the universe with Rock.

The devices on the inside of their left wrists call to them. ...Release us...Become the Oni...Become the Riders...

What the f**k? Oni? Riders? What the hell... Do you have any idea what's going on, Eddie? Not a clue, Scotty boy. I think it's coming from these weird wrist things we've had for a while now. Hmm... There's a button on it! Let's see what you do... Hello! What do we have here?

Guitar strings? Heh, so that's what they want. SCOTT! Yeah, boss? On my mark. Heh, gotcha.

In unison, they raise their guitar picks to the sky, holding their left arms out as though they were holding their chosen instruments.

SLASHING DEMON! ROARING DEMON!
CALL THE THUNDER! HENSHIN!

In unison, they bring their picks down, striking the strings with one great riff.
And the lightning comes, striking both of them with immense force, despite the fact that they're on Apokolips, which is in space and has no clouds. That's just how these things work, okay? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJBo4m8WHr0#t1m10s)

Holy S**T. Scott, do you feel this?
Yeah, I do, Eddie. This feeling of power... It's amazing! I feel like I could fight Gideon like, a zillion times and not break a sweat! Is this that Rider thing that the crazy wristbands were talking about?
I don't know if it could be anything else, man. Holy crap, look at your guitar! That design kicks ass!
To hell with that, look at yours!
Holy s**t! Whoa! Hey, Nevan? You all right?!
Whoooooo... Eddie, baby, honey, sweetie pie, love of my life. Whatever the f**k you just did? NEVER STOP DOING IT. This is... OooOOoooOH! OH! OOOOhhhhhhh... Ahh...
...Yeah, I did not need that much information. A simple 'Everything's great, Eddie' would have done it. Eh, whatever, Scott! Let's see what this Rider crap can do!
It'd be my pleasure, Eddie. LET'S HIT IT! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iebGEfo8zK4#0m06s)

AND IT WAS AWESOME. That little warm up riff alone blew the remnants of Anti-Life that still clung to the area like a bad smell all the way back to the abyss it came from! The Getter core of Apokolips roars to life, instantly ramping up to 100%, then going beyond that mark! Holy Crap!

Hayato

The cigarettes Hayato's puffing on fall limply to the ground as his body returns to incorporeality. "S**t. That shouldn't have happened for another half-hour..." Hayato's eyes go wide as he pulls out his phone, popping it open and tapping furiously at the keys. His jaw goes slack, and he utters a single phrase.

"Anima Spiritia."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH S**T!

Aw yeah! That kicked so much ass they ran out! Ha ha ha! That was better than the concert, and it was only what, thirty seconds of warm up? This is going to be THE GREATEST THING EVER.
You bet your ass it is, Scott! Now it is time to pay glorious tribute to the Metal Gods! Are you ready, fabric of existence? No? Too f**king bad! We're doing this anyway! LET'S ROCK!

High above the mucky-muck
Castle made of clouds
There sits Wonderboy
Sitting oh so proudly
Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck
Yeah, yeah!
Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?
Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man?

Now it's time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman
Archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy,
With powers comparable to Wonderboy
What powers you ask?
I dunno how 'bout the power of flight?
That do anything for ya?
That's levitation, holmes
How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away
With mind bullets!
That's telekinesis, Scott!
How 'bout the power to move you?

History of Wonderboy and Young Nastyman
Riggah-goo-goo, riggah-goo-goo
A secret to be told, a gold chest to be bold
And blasting forth with three-part harmony, yeow!
Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?
Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck now?

Well, Wonderboy and Young Nastyman joined forces
They formed a band the likes of which have never been seen
And they called themselves Tenacious D.
That's right!

Me! And SP! That's me!

We're now Tenacious D!
Come fly with me, fly! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACiA1TX0tvA)

And that's just the start. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgH5WsTwMQc#0m55s) It continues on like this, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2MmqbAaoZA#0m18s) reaching out to each corner of the Multiverse that was affected by the Anti-Life Equation, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H15Zq72lu3k#0m22s) obliterating all traces of its presence and replacing it with the unadulterated, face-melting power of ROCK. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvvjiE4AdUI&feature=related) Those who fought for justice and righteousness will find their wounds healing, their bodies rejuvenated, their spirits renewed; filled with fresh hope and courage! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR7U1HIhxfA&feature=related)
Those who were wicked and cruel, however, found their strength leaving their bodies, fatigue settling into their bones, and their senses growing dim as the power of the music ravaged their dark hearts. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4an3rpucSos#t=0m53s)
The greatest damage, however, was wrought upon those that served the Crimson King himself. Their blood boiled in their veins as their flesh froze and flaked away, and their nervous systems went haywire, jolting uncontrollably as they were raked by terrifying seizures, while their immune systems turned against their bodies, destroying vital cells and corroding their organs as the utter and complete evil within them recoiled and screamed from the power of ROCK. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJTYp1tvd3Q&feature=related)

Dante

He hears the ROCK as it blasts through the halls of the Emerald City. "****, is that Eddie and Scott? It IS! HAHAHAHA! Those crazy bastards! I knew they'd be alright!" Dante's fevered fighting reaches a new level of frenzy, even as his enemies spasm and die around him from the ROCK's effect on their forms.

Caim

Caim's head begins to fog as he smashes the wolf's head like a melon, splattering brain and bone upon the ground. The ROCK does not favor one such as he, and he's getting a huge migraine headache while his nose begins to bleed. What the f**k is this... This is BULLS**T! This just serves to heighten his fury, and he rains blows down upon the wolves, shattering spines and tearing heads off of bodies.

As the last wolf falls, so does Caim, finally succumbing to the performance.

Ryoma

"What the hell... Getter readings are off the scale! This is IMMENSE!" Breaking into a mad cackle, Ryoma blasts forth, shattering the sound barrier as he continues to search for a way into the Dark Tower.

"HERE I COME, S**THEADS! DYING DAY HAS FINALLY COME FOR YOU, AND IT IS CURRENTLY RYOMA O' CLOCK!"

Benkei

"What the... Hah, looks like they managed to pull it off after all." Rotating his fully healed shoulder, he walks deliberately over to his discarded knife, the blade totally operational once more thanks to the Power of Rock. "I'd ask you if you had any last words, Luthor, but knowing you? You'd just try to kill me again." The knife descends, slicing through the mad magnate's throat, severing his vocal cords, windpipe, and jugular in a single stroke.
"So I won't give you the chance."

Lea

*slash slash slash slash slash BOOT*

Lea hacks apart the bloodstained door, then kicks it in, sending the pieces of the closure flying into the room like a shotgun blast. "And behind Door Number One? I don't really give a s**t! Fred Flintstone's home, you stupid b***h, and he wants HEADS for dinner!"

Yes, he IS a hero. He's just enjoying this whole 'smite the unliving f**k out of evil' part far, far too much.

Hayato

Hayato has gone and found a wall to beat his head against. It doesn't really work, since he's completely immaterial, so the cathartic effects are somewhat lessened. "Hurry UP! Finish the MOVIE! I have WORK TO DO!"

Getter Army

The small attack force, now supercharged by THE POWER OF ROCK, goes into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE, tearing apart what remains of the (rapidly disintegrating) Heartless with ease. Even the massive Dreadnaught is no obstacle, as the Getter Wave Motion Gun reduces it to flinders of molten scrap in a single strike.

No prisoners, no survivors, just extermination. This is how the Getter Army does things.

THE SOURCE WALL?! SERIOUSLY?!

Even this, the boundary between universes, cannot help but start ROCKING THE F**K OUT along with the rest of Existence. That's just how immense the ROCK is here.

As it ROCKS THE F**K OUT, two things are ejected from its substance, getting spat out like old chewing tobacco and hitting the ground hard.

"Oh GOD, my HEAD. What the HELL." "Screw you, Kashima." "So it's Kashima again? What for?" "'I always loved you?' SERIOUSLY?" "IT WAS A JOKE! THE ONLY ONE I COULD THINK OF!" "YOU SUCK AT JOKES!" "I KNOW DAMMIT! SHUT UP!" "YOU FIRST!" "NEVERRRRR!"

Ah, right, these guys again. Was wondering what happened to them.

Musashi

"Ah, that's nice music." Smiling, he leans back, relaxing in his little boat as he continues to fish for proper hearts to put into new Getter Soldiers. He's going to have a good haul tonight, judging by the sound of Existence right now.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 01:06 AM

Darkseid
You can activate your equation again. All you need to do is go back to your world, and plug yourself into the stage.

Team Dresden
Flagg's body is gone, become part of the cyclone. It's not the sort of magic you are quite equipped to deal with, but at least nobody will call you 'powerhouse slob' anymore, because beside this you are the very pinnacle of refinement and discretion.
The tornado grows, gathering speed and power. This would be a very good time to run away. Indeed, Michael has already started the car, and is waiting for you.
Then suddenly it, and Flagg, are gone. Instead, there is the faint sounds of music.

Ramirez
The thing scrambles against the wall, eyes wide. "No more, no more, I talk." It says, then presses it's hands over the ears at the noise.

Eddie Riggs
Abruptly as it started, it stops, as the power suddenly dies. On the stage, four figures materialize. Emperor Doviculus, Hades and Sephiroth are standing there. they all look ready to fight, which is good as it's exactly what you're here for.
"Show's over." Doviculus says. "Enough messing around, don't you think? We're here to kill you."
"And about time, too, I mean, yes, you have your tastes, but keep them to yourself, will you?" Hades says. "You don't have to shove it in our faces all the time."
Sephiroth just removes his massive sword, gives a small smile, and eyes you. You're not the only one who can take advantage of this contraption, you know. And while the Anti-life Equation is no longer spreading, creating something that broadcasts sound to every corner of the multiverse was a bad, bad idea in light of what just happened.

Ryoma
I thought you and Simon were hunting down Darkseid for killing Kamina...

Those two
You appear to see Dormannu staring at you, confused. A mere three days. That's all.
Most people last millenia in there before it spits them out.
Suddenly he looks a little less confident.

Lea
You burst in to find Hannibal has turned up his classical music in an attempt to drown out the noise. The effect is a war of sound, that will probably liquify your brain if you dare to step in.

The Shoveler

2010-10-12, 01:31 AM

Coop
He comes out on the stage.
"Hey, team of Darkness. Why stop the show? It was just getting good, too!" he says, pulling out the missile launcher/machine gun hybrid and unleashing it's deadly load upon Sephiroth, the most vulnerable looking of the three. This could end badly, but he had a backup plan for that.

Vash
Lea takes door #blood. Vash decides upon door #LC.
He kicks the door open, then yodels loudly as he enters. Truly this man was confident in what he could do.

Gulping

2010-10-12, 01:45 AM

Ironheade

Doviculus! Didn't I already kill you once? Eddie slams Nevan into attack mode, the Devil Arm having absorbed the Separator when Eddie transformed into Kamen Rider Zanki. The result is that the demonic guitar now resembles an axe, rather than a scythe. Screw it, I can cut your head off as many times as I have to. I can do that, I think I should be your king or something, what with my mom and all, BUT THAT'S NOT ACTUALLY IMPORTANT! With that, he lifts off into the air, his wings still functional, even as a Rider. This next piece's a little number by the name of THUNDER GUILLOTINE! Can you guess why? With that, he dives, swinging the Raging Thunder Axe for the bondage-demon's neck.

At last! The Masamune! Finally, it is within my grasp! Gilgamesh, sensing a rare sword, leaps up on stage, facing Sephiroth. You! Sephiroth! I, the gallant traveling hero, the mighty Gilgamesh, challenge you to honorable combat for the right to own that weapon! En gaurde! As he says this, all of Gilgamesh's arms draw a sword; the finest he possesses.
Rekka Daizantou! Sanshiki Zankantou! Grandleon! Zantetsuken! Ragnell! Scorpion Blade! Sword of The Hero! Island King! These are the eight finest blades in my collection! It is against these that your Masamune will clash. No offense intended, Silver General, but I intend to be the victor! Have at thee!
His piece said, Gilgamesh charges, wielding all eight of his incredibly dissimilar swords with immense skill that speaks of countless hours of practice.

Hmm, Firey underworld-looking guy, pissed off old man, or psychopath? Fire guy, old man, psychopath? Fire guy, old man, psychopath...

Hell with it. I think I can take you all on.
And so, Scott Pilgrim, now Kamen Rider Todoroki, takes up his guitar, and raises his arm to the sky...
SUCK IT!
And brings it down, playing a teeth-rattling riff that generates an absolutely enormous bolt of lighting, a strike that crashes down on Hades and Hannibal with ground-cracking force.
Plenty more where that came from, douchebags!

Naoki and Minato

"Oh look who decided to show up! It's the s**thead who stuffed us in there in the first damn place!"
"Indeed it is. Not the wisest course of action, is it?"
"Not in the least. What say we show him what it's like, eh?"
"Heh, sounds like fun."
Naoki cracks his knuckles as Minato draws his evoker, and as the bluenette pulls the trigger, they're gone.
"FREIKUGEL!" "BLACK VIPER!"
The two most powerful focused attacks in both teens' arsenals slam into the flame-headed fiend's back, blasting him into the Source Wall with the force of a nuclear attack.

Lea

"Geez, that's way too loud. Good thing I have the mute button right here." Leaping back, Lea begins to charge up a massive fire spell, one that should incinerate Hannibal's stereo equipment, leaving behind only some piles of ash and slag.

darkblade

2010-10-12, 02:10 AM

Darksied (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1r3JBx--Akc)

The musicians have left the stage it's time to reclaim his show. A Boom Tube open above the stage with the roar of a thousand damned fans depositing the new band.

A the many armed symphony master of the unversed takes up the drums, Ivenzo appears his lexicon now in the form of a bass guitar, Desad takes up a guitar forged of pure dark energy and Darksied takes his rightful place Center Stage and the broadcast of Anti-Life resumes with the added power of METAL.

***

Vash

Great timing you get to see Benki finish off Lex Luthor.

***

Dresden

We made our way out of the rubble to the gathered party below. "She's gone, they have her at the Tower and only Roland knows how to get there."

Well thats not quite true several indivduals knew how to get to the neighbouring Keyblade Graveyard but they were similarly universes away at the moment.

***

Ramirez

"Let's start with why you are impersonating the man who was impersonating a wizard and why you tried to feed us to your pets?" the blade goes up against the rodent's throat to make a point.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 02:27 AM

Zexion
The heartless are all disintegrating. The machines keep producing them, but they begin dissolving the second they are exposed to the world, and more precisely the music.
Fortunately, some of your most powerful followers have left to deal with it themselves.

Benkei
"Wait!" It's so desperate, so mindless in it's entreaty that you do. He looks at you, eyes narrowed. "I'm not ready. Let me live and I'll show you how to shut down the Heartless. For good." He smiles, and though their is a little loathing in his grin you think you can trust him. "Just business, right?"

Evil Ka'tet
John Farson appears again,, and sits back down. He seems to be muttering under his breath.

Thanos/Death
On one hand, you really should do something about the state of the universe before the world ends. I mean, things just got so much worse that it doesn't bear thinking about.
On the other hand, you're really interested to see which of the girls gets the prince, Ariel or the Evil Ursula in disguise.

Riggs/Darkseid
It is now a Rockoff against a literal God of evil. On his homeground, where the universe obeys him. And if you lose, the Anti-life Equation will spread to the point that even Benkei will be powerless to stop it.
The worlds two remaining hopes are you, and Industrious's convoluted Karaoke plan.

Team Dresden
You wouldn't say you lost completely. You have Hendricks, who should be able to tell you something.

Those two guys
Your in his castle once more. A nuclear attack would be nowhere near enough to send him to the Sourcewall, given where he is in relation to it, but just the same it does hurt him badly, and smashes roughly half the castle to powder. He gets painfully to his feet, and holds up his hands. "Enough. I want to talk."

Gulping

2010-10-12, 03:21 AM

Musashi

"WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU"

The music suddenly stops, all power ceasing to flow. Scott's lightning fizzles out, Eddie falls silently to the ground, Coop's gun doesn't fire, and Hades' flames are extinguished.

Standing there, in the middle of the stage, is Musashi. He's VERY, VERY, VERY unhappy right now.

"YOU ALL HAVE THE ATTENTION SPANS OF F**KING RODENTS. THAT IS THE ONLY POSSIBLE EXPLANATION FOR THIS. YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE TO UNDO THIS, OR I WILL TAKE ACTION."

darkblade

2010-10-12, 03:31 AM

Darksied

Musahi can try that but it would be inadvisable since Boom Tubes to every infected Earth are opening onto Apokalips unleashing billions upon billions of innocent humans infected with Anti-Life. If you're killing the superpowered like that the mundane masses will go down so much faster.

industrious

2010-10-12, 03:44 AM

Ambrose Chase

"You want the Snowflake, Emperor? Then here. Have the snowflake!"

Ambrose, largely forgotten during the fight, is at the control console to Axel's magnum opus, and has spent the time, instead of fighting the Sith, reprogramming it once more. Instead of broadcasting the negative interference pattern, it was now set for multiversal transit. One way only, for obvious reasons. Namely, that such a generator won't exist on the other end.

It takes time to scan through the various rotations of the Snowflake, but he was capable of bending time to his will, finally selecting a likely universe. And thus, when he runs the temporary command to switch it to transport, he is able to perfectly time his own use of his field to shift gravity towards the Snowflake instead of the Earth. And because Palpatine had fought his way through the three Century Babies, he was the only one to actually enter the portal, and be deposited within Ambrose's selection.

Axel's Quantum Computer had only needed a single cycle to send Palpatine through before it resumed negative interference. Elijah, and Jenny pick themselves up off the floor; Axel, naturally, cannot.

"Good thinking, Ambrose."

"Just what you taught me, boss."

Ambrose's Selection

"It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants -- and far, far worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."

Draxx

2010-10-12, 03:47 AM

????
"Back. Down." Says a voice, unyeilding like nothing else in the universe. "He's mine."
Simon the Digger pushes through the Crowd, Gurren Laggan towering above them. He stares down at Darkseid, and the mecha speaks with his voice. "You killed my brother. You killed Kamina."

Green Arrow
"Got it." He crows. Taking an arrow, he traces a circle around the pair of them.
"Suicide is a mortal sin that sends us to hell, correct? Pretty sure that's how it works. So all we have to do is suffocate one or the other. Then go down to hell while the other guards him, finds our respective lady friends and gets them out, then the other one uses CPR and there is no problem. Bada bing, bada boom."

darkblade

2010-10-12, 03:55 AM

Spider-Man

"Thats actually a pretty good plan." Peter nods, "The only problem is finding water that will leave us intact after drowning."

The apocalypse came with the whole bloing seas deal.

***

Darksied

"For you the day Darksied killed Kamina it was the saddest day of your life. For me it was..." Actually it was the day his Father was freed from the Source Wall and subsiquently defeated by the denzines of New Genesis, Apokalips was invaded by the Getter Empire and the Anti-Life Equation was located. That was a notable day even for Darksied.

He lets the sentence hang in the air rather than admit this and unleashes Omega Sanction at the mecha.

Draxx

2010-10-12, 05:00 AM

Spiderman
"I'm not just a pretty face, you know." Ollie replies, then cracks his knuckles. "Alright, this is going to work. Just a few things to deal with. First up, how do we get the girls out of hell?"

Simon
The Omega effect knocks the mecha back a step. Simon sighed softly. A surge of green energy repaired all the damage he had taken.
The thing opened, and Simon rose from the cockpit. His coat flared behind him in the night wind.

"Hell of a trick you pulled there," Simon said. "You're one strong son of a bitch."

He folds his arms, and steps onto the ground. "I am facing you, Darkseid. Without my mecha there is nothing that shields me from your power. I am totally vulnerable." He looks at you squarely. He has no ring, no advanced technological device capable of instantly resolving things or deflecting the gaze, nothing to protect him but his insurmountable will, and the spiral energy that blazed around him, insane levels that really shouldn't be able to exist within one being.

"I don't need Gurren," Simon continued. "If I beat you with Gurren I wouldn't be proving anything!"

"So fight me."

AnimeKid

2010-10-12, 06:22 AM

Yoshimori

Finally reachinf Caim he sees that he is unconcious and surrounded by dead wolves. So in an act of kindness he picks him up and takes him to a relativly safe place.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 06:32 AM

Team Nightside
Your respective rooms seems little more then a cell. A bucket for sanitation, a bed made of straw, no windows. Real medieval times weren't nice if you weren't at least a knight.
It's cold. Get used to it, it's only going to get colder.

Lea
"Is it redemption you seek, or revenge? Do you seek amends, or do you want to make them pay for what they've done to you?" The black robe figure of Hannibal's voice cuts over the music, and there is silence. He's standing there, easy as can be, not even holding his sword.
"I wonder what you're trying to prove. Is it that you're not like us, or that you're better then us? Or is it that you've fallen so far that you don't even need a reason any more, just stimulation."

Ramirez
"Just to delay you. To stop you from reaching Thunderclap." It says. "To stop you taking the balloon and escaping, the trap that was left behind. Nothing else."
You think it's being honest.

Ambrose Chase
Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
Emperor Palpetine picks himself up. He is within the bounds of Holy Terra, the most sacred and defended place in Imperium. The only people allowed here are pilgrims, The Adeptus Custodes and The High Lords of Terra.
He might survive a while, if not for all the powerful psychicers around. As it is, he is likely already on a black ship, ready to be tossed in the Astronomicon as food for the Emperor, his psychic scream joining uncountable others to serve as a lighthouse allowing the Imperial navy to navigate.

Caim/Yoshimori
The only place you can find is back in the reservation, or the ditch he was lying in before. Isn't much left of Forks.

Light Yagami
You are dressed, and making your way through the Great and Good of Latveria. Everyone is wearing suits, and they are all the people you will have to recognize. There is no Prime Minister or Minister of defense, because they proposed an amendment that would encourage and promote private enterprise by means of selling Latveria's assets, and because they were dealing under the table with America respectively.
Doom has little patience.
Misa is clinging on your arm, talking to you without moving her lips from her beaming, radiant smile. "So we're living here now?"

Elijah Snow
You received this an hour ago, but it's only come into being now. An invitation. From Latveria.
You get all a manner of invitations, but this is the first time you've heard from Victor in a long while. He was one of your students once, and while he is convinced he's long since surpassed you, your less then convinced. For the ost part, Victor is a disappointment. He could have been anything, could have even run Planetary once you passed on, and he chose to be a dictator instead.
Apparently, the celebration is his new adopted son. Well isn't that interesting. Light Yagami. You pity the boy. Sooner or later, he'll fall a little short, and Victor will write him off as a disappointment and use him for spare parts.
Do you go?

Colesign

2010-10-12, 11:12 AM

Solomon Kane

The Puritan Avenger examines the Staff with Incredrulity. "Never had it do that before. Not that I'm complaining." he remarks.

He turns to Dresden. "This Randall Flagg is by no means invincible. He is powerful: his modus operandi seems to predict the means by which people will attack him, then prepare methods of neutralizing them. When he's confronted with something unexpected, he's at a severe disadvantage. We've used my Staff, and your ability to use Soulfire: we'll need to come up with some new surprises the next time we run into him."

He suddenly has a thought. "Perhaps Marcone left some artifacts we could use, maybe even some Thorn Manacles. Where's that Hendrick's fellow?"

He draws his revolver, and begins looking around for him.

Vin

Vin Steelpushes her way up to Dresden and Co. "Richard turned traitor on us: thankfully no one died, and Richard ran off."

She looks around at the rubble. "What happened?"

The Shoveler

2010-10-12, 02:08 PM

Vash
He shrugs, turning around. He exits the room and enters the double-headed guitar door. Maybe there'd be someone in here?

darkblade

2010-10-12, 02:22 PM

Asuka

Since neither Yoda nor Kamina's ghost seem to be helping her deal with her Anti-Life induced break down Asuka accepts the will of Darksied and she is immediately pulled from the cockpit into a nearby Boom Tube, Yoda can either go after the Heartless or chase her down.

***

Darksied

The New God glares at Simon for second, "Join the Agents of Getter, child. You make take your rise then."

With that statement the stage breaks in two and instruments appear on both sides. From the ground rises Evangelion Unit-02 complete with Asuka at the helm as it casts an AT-Field between the two stages, not just any AT-Field an AT-Field powered by the collective will of those under the will of Anti-Life.

The crowd of infected cheers on the ground. "Agents of Getter, in normal combat neither of us will achieve our desired result. Let us instead settle this with the will of the masses. We will each spread our message in song taking those on the ground to and from Anti-Life the stronger message ((read DM fiat)) shall prevail. Let us begin."

Darksied's band assembles behind him as the damned musical Anti-Life word problem begins to play.

I'm a cosmic threat and I'm not dead yet
got a super dread bet with the angel of the dead
like a dead beat winner, I wanna be a sinner
an idolized bang for the free will killer
a hideous man that you all understand
throw an anti-life party and I'm guaranteed to f**kin snap
it evilsonic, it's pornoholic
breakdowns, obscenities, its all you ought to be

if you're 555, then I'm 666
if you're 555, then I'm 666
Well if you're 555 then I'm 666
(All is one in Darksied)
If you're 555 then I'm 666
(All is one in Darksied)

everybody's so infatuated
everybody's so completely sure of what we are
everybody defamates from miles away
but face to face
they haven't got a thing to say
I bleed for this and I bleed for you
still you look in my face like I'm somebody new
toy, nobody wants anything I've got
which is fine because you're made of everything I'm not

if you're 555, then i'm 666
if you're 555, then i'm 666
Well if you're 555 then I'm 666
(All is one in Darksied)
If you're 555 then I'm 666
(All is one in Darksied)

YEAH

Humph, argh, ANTI-LIFE

YEAH

30 seconds, 16, 8, 4, lemme tell ya why
I haven't the slightest, I'm teaching your brightest
they're listening , clamouring
all the power in the world can't kill me
go ahead, lie to me
tell me again how your tortured
I wanna know how you followed your orders so well
you're full of s**t
you want a dream, but this ain't it

If you're 555 im 666
If you're 555 im 666
If you're 555 im 666
If you're 555 im 666
If you're 555 then im 666
(All is one in Darksied)
If your 555 then im 666
(All is one in Darksied)
If your 555 then im 666
(All is one in Darksied)
If your 555 then im 666
(All is one in Darksied)

Anti-Life
yeah
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4uw3wGEweM&feature=related)

"Your move."

***

Mickey

Mickey followed behind Lea, he doesn't fully trust the former Nobody. "We don't need a reason to destroy monsters like you."

He follows this up with a keyblade strike to the face.

***

Dresden

"Flagg has Molly at the Tower, but we have no way to get there or stop him if we do." I explained.

"Murphy have their been any reports of gateways or portals lately? Even by crazy drunks there has to be a way to get out there to save her."

***

Ramirez

"Where is this balloon?"

doliest

2010-10-12, 02:39 PM

Death
She pulls away, sighing, "We'll have to finish later. Duty calls me away." She embraces him one last time before sending out an 'echo' to the other Endless. The Universe was beginning to have serious cracks. They needed to gather. There would be snacks.

Light/Pinhead
Pinhead stays in the shadows, watching Light; he would always follow the Configuration, no matter where it went. Still, he tired of waiting. If nothing happened soon, he would search out Flagg and demand a payment-he was unable to drag Flagg to his realm, but something of near value could be found.

Light nods at her, "The Authority is no longer safe for us, and we have far more here anyway." 'And Sammael is gone, so my mortality is something that needs to be fixed. Doom's resources are the best for that....still. What's his game? 'An heir?' He's got the technology and connections to make a clone at any age he wants. He wants something else.' He turns his 'charm' up, smoozing about. When he had been chased by L, no one could imagine the nice, intelligent Yagami boy could ever be Kira. He was a master actor, even if he'd abandoned much of it working in the Authority because none of them liked or trusted him regardless.

Azula
(Still waiting on an update)

Dr.Kovacs
He sensed as the equation ceased spreading. He stopped his spell, re-communicating with the past Doctors,
It has been taken care of. Habib, what were you fighting before your death? That is our next target.

Ash
Ash stares around the court; this was starting to remind him eerily of the time he'd been sent back in time to fight the deadites. If skeletons showed up, he'd be ready.

Dracula
Dracula slams into his throne, tearing it apart. He picks himself up, clearly injured. He speaks a few words and shadows pull themselves from the walls; monsters of all shapes and sizes, from zombies to massive hulking abominations who fed on electricity, formed a circle around them. Fine, then, Angel. We shall fight here. To the end. He throws his cloak off, and it seems to scream as it becomes a living shadow, flying towards Zarthos. At the same time, Dracula becomes encased in Hellfire, drawing his greater power-going to the second level, where he fully channeled all the power Lucifer had given him. Few not directly sent by God had survived. None not directly blessed by him had injured it.

Gulping

2010-10-12, 02:43 PM

Benkei

"I think I can puzzle it out on my own. Can't be much more complicated than a Getter." With that, He swiftly dispatches Luthor, slitting the corporate Nobody's throat like a Kosher butcher slaughtering a cow.

Watching dispassionately as Lex's corpse fades away into darkness, Musashi retrieves and replaces as much of his gear as possible, before noticing the damaged Soul Edge lying on the ground. He kneels down, somehow managing to loom over the sword like a monster looming over a doomed city. He takes his revolver and aims it at the eye of the bedeviled weapon.

"You are coming with me. There will be no argument or issue with this, or I'm bringing you back in as many separate containers as I can find. If you try ANYTHING, one single soul-sucking trick, I'm going to gouge out both of your eyes and peel off all of your flesh.

Do you understand me, demon?"

Lea

"You're not as smart as you think you are, s**thead." Lea strides into the room, absently spinning his Keyblades around his fingers. "I'm not doing this because it's fun, although kicking all of your asses up and down the block is an absolute blast, or because I'm trying to redeem myself for what I did as Axel, though that is a bit of a factor."

He stops spinning his weapons, and grasps them firmly, holding the Flames out in front of him, as if displaying the Keyblades to an audience, which is sort of what's happening.

"I'm doing this because the people who SHOULD be doing it aren't here. Roxas, Xion, Ventus, Sora. They're all gone now. Dead and buried. I remember each and every one of them, their faces, their voices, their personalities. I didn't know some of them as much as I would have liked, and some of them I knew too much about.

That doesn't change the fact that I knew them. Those Keybladers that would have been standing here, SHOULD have been standing here, ready to take you and the rest of Ienzo's butt buddies down.

These are not my weapons. They're the weapons of the people who couldn't be here. They are the legacy and will of their minds, souls, and heart!

I have been given a chance to honor their memories, to carry on in their stead. I will NOT throw that away! I will make them all proud of me!

These are the Flames of Memory! A symbol of the fallen ones who's spirit I have inherited! And you, Nobody, shall know their power!"

Clashing the Keyblades together into the double-bladed whole, The Flurry of Dancing Flames charges, holding the weapon in one hand while charging a concentrated shot of Firaga in the other, aiming to shove it down Lecter's throat.

Musashi and Ironheade

The Guardian turns to Eddie, who has managed to pick himself up off the ground. "I'm giving you one chance to stop him. If you fail, I will handle things personally." A shiver crawls up the roadie-turned-Rider's spine. He can tell in his gut that Musashi's version of 'handling things' would be just short of cataclysmic, and likely kill every living thing on Apokolips.

Ok. I accept your challenge. Guys! Get ready to put on a show! Gil, you're on drums! Coop, grab a synthesizer! Scott, help me set up a new stage!

On it!
As you command, Sir Riggs!

FASTMOTION BUILDING SEQUENCE!

In no time at all, a new stage has been set up facing the Megas-Stage that Darkseid and his band has taken over. It's a bit ramshackle, given that it was built out of 'whatever they could pry off of the planet's surface,' but it'll work.

Musashi, for his part, disappears, entering the locked-off fortress planet in search of something. He has an Idea, and that's bad news for anyone who tempts his wrath.

Alright! Everybody ready?

The Shoveler

2010-10-12, 03:04 PM

Coop
He's got a synthesizer. No one can tell just where the hell he got it from.
"The bastard took over Megas. I won't let him get away with this! I'M READY!" he says, preparing to rock out.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 05:24 PM

Lea
He steps aside, watches the flames shoot past dispassionately. "Machismo, as if you can shout something so loud it will become true. That only works if you believe it. And you don't. Because the fact is, you are a failure. That's all. You don't fit in with either side. You died to protect people, but that doesn't make you better. Quite the opposite, it shows your indecisive. Weak."
He takes a few steps forward. "You want to die. That's what this is all about. You want it to end, you want an escape. But no halter made of straw for you, no, your ego won't let you be so honest. So instead, your pulling all these with you on your little death quest. Die as you live, a violent little man who's only talent is causing pain. Admit it, all you have done is brought misery to those you proport to care about."
The sword is just a cover. His real weapon is his words.
And he's good with them. Of his psychiatrists, roughly thirty percent have killed themselves, several others became criminals themselves, and most requested a transfer or quit. Untrained people, with or without heroic willpower, are going to find him very difficult to kill.

Benkei
He's dead. Or at least his Nobody is, but then, now you have to deal with his heartless. Which should be showing up shortly.
Lex Luthor will wake up somewhere else. Somehow you doubt he'll have learned anything from this, but you can pray.
The blade sneers at you, and you threat, and well should it. All the Getter Force in the world won't protect you from it's influence. Smash it, and it will be back together in an hour at the longest. It doesn't even need you as a host, as the greatest swordsmen in existence seek it out relentlessly. All in all, this is the sort of thing that really can't work out, for you or anybody else. Just leave it, or wind up the new Nightmare.
Then you look up to hear a scream. Luthor's Heartless is an indistinct figure, chained to the ground that seems to be made entirely of shadowy gears, turning in weird configurations and seeming to pass through themselves from time to time. It has no face, it's torso is lumpen and blocky, it's legs are tiny and it's arms are massive. It throws back it's cylindrical head and screams it's defiance at the heavens, a gaping red maw opening where it's face should be. Wings beat on it's shoulders, but they are tiny, twisted, stunted and malformed, and it can barely hover an inch from the ground. I wrenches and fights against it's chains, and you feel the ground crack beneath you.
Your weapons won't hurt it. Not so powerful a Heartless, even the weaker ones are almost impossible to kill this way. You need magic.

Death
The other Endless meet, all discussing their respective problems in their respective spheres of influence. Anybody who wants to play an Endless can.

Authority/Justice League
The armies of the king of Vampires have begun to march again. Looks like back to war you go.

Light
You meet a few more. Doom is nowhere to be seen. Possibly because Richards is here, and equally possibly because he's just on the other side. It's a big hall, after-all.

Team Dresden
You find Marcone, with a four-by-four driven clean through him. He's not dead yet, it missed his kidneys and lungs. It did not miss his spine. He'll be dead soon.
He stares up at you, eyes clear. "My daughter." He said, forcing it out despite the agony and the fact he could only take the shallowest of gasps. "Safe?"

Ramirez
"At the top. Top of the castle." It says, still desperate. "I have many breeders. Many, many runts. What will become of them without a father?"

Musashi
If you stay much longer, you will be violating the terms of your existence, and the universe will set itself to correcting the power imbalance. Be quick.

industrious

2010-10-12, 05:55 PM

Nicodemus

"Is something amiss?"

Nicodemus has a pleasant, mild sort of smile as he says this. Mocking him.

John Taylor

"Right."

I pull out Walker's pocketwatch and...check the time. At midnight, we'll sneak out. There's a tradition about these sorts of things.

Elijah Snow

Well. This was interesting.

"It does say plus one..."

"No."

"No."

"No."

"Who's Doom?"

Elijah briefly frowns, then shrugs.

"Since nobody wishes to go that is prepared to do so, I'll just have to attend on my own. In the meantime, you lot get to start writing the report for this incident while its fresh. The Planetary Guide for 2010 isn't going to write itself, after all."

More grumbling. But they knew what to do. They signed up for it, at least. Planetary wasn't about violence; they were archeologists. Recording their experiences was part and parcel of what they did.

Elijah brushes the dust of his suit, and adjusts his tie. The thing is somehow pristine, after all the abuse it goes through daily. Was it a bit vain of him that he had his suit altered this way? Yes. Did he care? No. He liked white suits.

"Door to Latveria. And get me a pair of white gloves."

Morpheus

You summoned me, my sister?

Morpheus still looks irritable. Gods fell under his domain. Even New Gods. And recommending the Little Mermaid, a Disneyfication of the original work was akin to stabbing himself; Dream was, naturally, a purist for stories and tales.

The Authority

The Midnighter shakes himself loose of the final vestiges of the Equation, and gazes at the armies arrayed against him. Behind him, a golden Door opens, and the rest of the Authority, from Jackson to Ghost Rider to Jenny Sparks to Shen emerge. Hawksmoor, however, remains on the Carrier, as he would actually starve in Kansas. Apollo lays a hand on his shoulder, smiling as he does so.

"This is the fun part."

And the battle begins.

Colesign

2010-10-12, 06:15 PM

Sanya

"Da." The Knight of the Cross nods. In the meantime, he'll clean his gun, tend to Esperacchius, and see if he can gets some warmer clothes than what he's currently wearing.

doliest

2010-10-12, 06:40 PM

Death
Reality is starting to fall apart. Cracks are appearing. Splinters. Numerous forces are appearing or stirring that shouldn't yet stir. And I can't figure out why. You've all felt it. The Multiverse is no longer as seperated as it was before. People are crossing the barrier between the universes almost constantly. We need to figure out what started this, and undo it. Dream? Destiny? I presume one of you two knows?

Light
Hm. Light kept to himself moving, never talking to anyone too long. Richards....great. That meant he'd probably invited other people in the 'Super-Hero' community. The Authority would know he survived. He'd be dead by the end of the week, assuming Quantum came back. A month if she didn't. He continues to move throughout the groups quickly, hoping to get a gauge on just how many were there that he knew. And how many he could begin sending out feelers to. He'd need an ally or two if he was going to start a Civil War.

Dracula's Army
They'd been sent out in response to the Angel's attack. That was an act of war. If Death had been reachable, she'd be at the helm of the army. She was not, however, so instead the army was being headed by a large stitched together monstrosity. The army is massive. Undead. And it's marching towards the small groups amassed against it.

Gulping

2010-10-12, 06:54 PM

Musashi

Musashi only has one thing to do in Getter Base. He walks into Hayato's office, and places two large gems on the desk. One of them pulses a greenish-blue and is filled with swirling light, while the other is irregularly shaped, as though it was actually several gems stuck together somehow.

He leaves a post-it note behind near the gems, and departs, returning to Kingdom Hearts.

Hayato

"I have an idea about what did it." Hayato walks in, his phone held loosely in his hand.

"I am reasonably sure that the destablization of the multiverse is the work of the Ruina-Class entity known as the Crimson King. A nearly omnipotent being, he is headquartered within the Dark Tower, which is more or less the lynchpin of all reality as we know it." He dials up the information with his phone, projecting a hologram of the content into the air.

"He is, luckily, unable to actually do his own dirty work, much like myself. Thus, he is forced to work through agents, most notably a being called Randall Flagg. Several sightings of Flagg have been reported recently, usually around major disaster areas." The phone begins displaying pictures of Flagg, as well as any entities or organizations suspected to be linked to him. Nicodemus Archleone and Ienzo are highlighted prominently.

"The Heartless, Anti-Life, Blackest Night. Every single one of these things can be linked directly to the Crimson King's attempt to tear the multiverse apart, for whatever entirely horses**t reason he has." He flips the phone closed, returning it to his pocket.

"I already have an agent trying to infiltrate the tower, in order to smash the King's armies and tear the head from his body. He's not the best possible candidate for the job, but he's the one I have, and he's never failed a mission before."

The Stig

The communications are still completely boned, so you can't try to call Oracle in search of directions. All you really have to go on are your scanners and the navcomputer.

You guess that your best bet is to simply wander around in search of a lead, checking for any signals from Authority members or signs of distress.

REDACTED

darkblade

2010-10-12, 07:01 PM

Elijah Snow

A skull that Drummer picked up at Oracle's office lights up. "Hey, can I go?"

Drummer shrugs, "It's a magic computer I thought he might be able to help you with some gaps in your arcane knowledge for the Planetary guides."

"I am much more than a computer thank you very much."

***

Zarthos

None had survived the Hellfire but none had previously tried to absorb it into themselves, very few demonically tainted would risk fighting Dracula. Zarthos wasn't bound by either side's conventions anymore.

***

Mickey

"You're wrong." Mickey states defiantly against Hannibal.

"Lea turned his life around. Unlike you and Ivenzo, monsters with or without hearts."

***

Vash

Doviculous was on Apokalips rocking out with Darksied but his room still is quite a sight. It's like you left the industrial sheet metal building you were in before and entered a medieval dungeon. As you venture further into the room you see the members of the Tainted Coil engaing in some uh activities. It's hard to tell were the torture ended and the sex began either way it is quite unpleasant to witness.

One of the demons approaches you, an inhumanly tall, shapely female figure as you look up to her face you see it is just a set of mettalic jaws not unlike a beartrap. "Care to join us, Plant?"

***

Ramirez

Ramirez contents himself with shoving his knee into the rat man's crotch. "Our ride's on the roof, let's go."

***

Dresden

"She should be. They are only in the city at the moment I doubt they'd go out that far when you're no longer a threat." I didn't waste any time comforting Marcone, the man is scum, better class scum than Flagg or Nicodemus but scum all the same.

"What did they have over you?"

Draxx

2010-10-12, 07:15 PM

Endless
A manlike shape obscured within an indeterminate color of brown and grey robe, and casts no shadow. He is the oldest of his siblings, and generally takes the role of the father-figure in their little disputes, taking charge anddirecting their bickering in a quiet way, though he is just as often ignored.
Chained to his right wrist is a book which contains the story of everyone, of everything, down to the tiniest detail. While his face is as calm and emotionless as ever, in some indefineable way he looks worried.
"My book. Pages are missing, and stories are rewriting. The past and future are blank. At the moment, there is no past and future."

Voldemort
He finds the little tabeleu ammusing, but also notes that Farson is not somebody he wants to fight. So he's silent.

Door
Door follows Sanya, who she has adopted as her protector.

The Kurgan
The Kurgan has vanished. Follow the trail of bodies and you'll find him soone enough.

Colesign

2010-10-12, 07:42 PM

Sanya

Sanya turns to regard Door. "It's a very strange place we've found ourselves in, eh Miss Door?"

doliest

2010-10-12, 07:49 PM

Dracula
The shadow monster flies at Zarthos, attempting to smother him, turn his 'fire' to ash, turn the warmth of his body into cold. To corrupt, to weaken, to infest him.

The newly formed Dracula steps forward. He now stands fifthteen feet tall, a new cape on his back, this one filled with eyes and mouths and other apparatuses from demons confined withen the deepest pits of hell. His eyes blare red, his forehead has sprouted horns. His hair has grown, becoming a snake monster, and he has sprouted wings. His teeth are now all fangs, and his entire body feels cold.

Hell isn't flames, no matter what people say. Hell is a frozen wasteland, wind slicing you apart; it is silent, even the ripping wind making no noise. You will wander it for eternity and find no one. No person. No heat. But your sense will never go away, nor your loneliness.

Words echo through the hallway, yet only in your mind, Why fight? What is there to fight with? For? Heaven, Hell, Earth, these are all just words. Words for places that have no use for you. No one will be there. Your job is pointless, no matter how much you fight, I return. I return because evil will always exist, and that evil need not trace to hell. The evil will always exist, even when the last wind of hell has ended and Heaven falls silent, Earth being little more than dust. What is there to fight for, in this eternity? They worm their way into your skull, never shutting up.

Death
That's bad. Dream?

industrious

2010-10-12, 07:57 PM

Morpheus

The God Known as Darkseid has disrupted the Dreaming by introducing the Anti-Life Equation; with so many enslaved to his will, archetypes that were present only in select species have died altogether. The Dark Tower has forced reality to shift and become fluid; there is an influx of new dreams, and new Nightmares to create to hold them.

doliest

2010-10-12, 08:00 PM

Death
That's a symptom. Whatever's going on started before Darkseid got the equation. Something's trying to push the universe to the breakin point. Something's trying to wipe us all out, but it seems like it's pulling the strings from the shadows. What kicked off the majority of these events. What brough the Getter Empire into it, what brought Darkseid into it. What stirred forces on so many worlds?

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 08:12 PM

Dresden
"It was... for her. Should have been...for the city, or because... because it was right... but it was for her." Jane Doe. Flagg, it seems, had found her. And the worst part is, you cant blame him, or hate him for it.
"Don't let him..." he trails off. He's still breathing, but that's a technecality by this point.

The Doomed World (Earth-DOLIEST)
No. Alright? Just no.

Nicodemus
"You might say that." he replies, replacing the blade. He then looks outside. "The dead walk." he says simply. "The others are stirring, and with them the dead rise from the cold as snow blows across the graves. Going into the heart of winter will be dangerous, even for you. So bring fire."
He stands up. "And speaking of Fire, I had best begin." He begins buckling his weapons to himself.

Elijah Snow
Doom stares at you. he doesn't thank you for coming, because he basically ordered you to do so, but he does incline his head. "Welcome to Latveria." he says, passing you a flute of red wine. His glass is in an ornate goblet. You wonder how he drinks it, with just a mouth slit. Perhaps he has a straw.

Apollo/Flandre
You find yourself fighting Flandre above the aforementioned House, in Khansas.

Ryoma
The Dark Tower is on the planes of Leng, where all the worlds converge, and is where the Source Wall is. What it, in effect, protects. Certain paths can be used to bypass over it by traveling into the right worlds in the right way, where The Sourcewall is located in different places, but you don't know the paths, and you are also well aware of the price of f*cking up.
Your only real chance of pulling it off, is finding someone who does. If you try without it, you have almost no chance of surviving.

John Taylor
The seconds tick passed, painfully slow. Suzie reloads, smiles at you, then goes to get clean and doesn't come back. Tommy begins talking about something or another, explaining to you that toads are frogs, but frogs aren't toads, or something to that effect.
At last, the time comes.

Sanya
The Nightwatch wear Black. That's seriously the only color they are allowed to wear.

Dracula/Dracula
Death couldn't come herself, so she sent her boyfriend. Thanos appears, massive and lethal, once more her avatar. He doesn't look happy about it, but as long as he's doing it as a favor for her he's not going to argue.

The Justice League
Apokolips is invading.

Gulping

2010-10-12, 08:28 PM

The World That Never Was

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, your majesty." Lea smiles at the diminutive dominus, and stares Hannibal right in the eyes. There is no trace of fear or doubt within him.

"This guy right here? He's the guy that killed me. Well, not quite; he killed Axel. And even Axel was getting sick of being some prick's goon. I remember that quite clearly. Hell, he'd even decided 'screw this, I'm leaving' before The King here engaged him in that fateful bout. He was going to give it all up, and run off to go a-drinking.

But I'm not Axel anymore. For the first time in years, I'm Lea again, the kid from Radiant Garden who wanted fun, excitement, and adventure. The bright-eyed little rapscallion who had big plans for the future. I wanted to be part of something BIG, you know? Something huge and meaningful. Why do you think I joined the Organization in the first place? Ansem's apprentices were like my heroes! They were friggin rock stars back then! The opportunity to work alongside them was something nobody in their right mind would pass up!

By the time I knew about the true nature of what they were doing. I was literally incapable of caring about right and wrong. To a Nobody, such things are completely and utterly meaningless."

He sighs, breaking his gaze away from the sociopathic sophist. "In my defense, I honestly believed that we were doing it just to become whole again. If I had known that it was as easy as finding my Heartless, killing it, then killing myself, I would have done it long ago. I think most of the Organization would, actually."

Lea looks contemplative for a moment. "Actually, scratch that. The only guys I think would have joined me were Demyx, Luxord, and maybe Lexaeus, and his leaving would be dependent on Zexion, and we all know how well HE turned out... You know what? Screw it, they were all s**theads."

It is at this moment that Benkei bursts into the room, swearing frantically. "S**T S**T S**T S**T S**T S**T!" He spots Lea and Mickey's Keyblades, and relaxes, somewhat. "Thank god, Keybladers. We have a problem: A giant Heartless has just appeared, and conventional weapons are completely ineffective against it. I can't even dent the bastard. Could you please use those weapons of yours to deal with it? Don't worry about this guy. I'll take care of him."

Lea looks at Benkei, then at Hannibal, then at Mickey. Then he shrugs. "Eh, why not? Sounds like fun. Good luck with Captain Never-Shuts-His-F**king-Mouth here, big guy." With that, he dashes out, leaving the Coach and the King to deal with freaking Hannibal Lecter.

Benkei just nods, and moves purposefully into the room, taking up position besides Mickey. "Greetings, Nobody. My name is Kuruma Benkei, and this is an intervention." He waves friendlily, smiling even as he opens fire, spraying chogokin rounds towards the cannibalistic madman.

Back in the hallway, Lea revs up another shot of Firaga, which he hurls right at Luthor's Heartless the moment it shows its ugly face.

Apokolips

Fine, you want the lightning? Then get ready for the thunder, Darks**te! Let's Rock!

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid,
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak.
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne,
Got to get up for the coming attack.

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines,
Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste.
Gathering speed as we head down the runway,
Got to get airborne before it's too late.

Running, scrambling, fire,
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again.
Running, scrambling, fire, Rolling, turning, diving,
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die.
Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high!

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers,
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away.
Roll over, spin round to come in behind them,
Move to their blindsides and firing again.

Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us,
Ten ME-109's out of the sun.
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them,
Heading straight for them I press down my guns.

Rolling, turning, diving,
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again.
Rolling, turning, diving, Rolling, turning, diving,
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die.
Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high!!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y80XM_k-0u4&feature=related)

Colesign

2010-10-12, 08:31 PM

Sanya

Sanya's okay with black. He manages to get two cloaks to cut down on the wind chill. With a bit of of cutting, he manages to scale down one of the cloaks for Door, and makes a scarf/mitten. He also manages to get some torches and oil.

Then he meets with Taylor and Co. "It's rather cold out. As Son of Mother Russia, I know what I'm talking about. Is everyone prepared for the winter?"

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 08:38 PM

Benkei
Hannibal looks at the other members. His eyes settle on Mitsarugi, the crazed samurai who lived his life looking for the perfect fight. The one wielding a pair of Soul Edges. Too easy.
"You want to fight? To really fight, to hold your entire soul on the edge of a knife, and see what happens? This man is the best choice that exists. This man, can give you what you deserve." He says, pointing at Mickey.
He then looks at Benkei. "As to you, how does it feel? How does it feel to know how weak you are, how the kids you trained have surpassed you, and you're just holding them back. Why do you think you are here? Yu're here because it's the safe place for you. You can't cause any dammage by your insignificance here."
He steeples his fingers and spreads his arms. "If you think shooting me will make it better, you are quite worng. But I suggest you put that gun to your own temple. It might make you slightly less ashamed."

The Doomed World (Earth-DOLIEST)
To clarify, Ungoliant is my fallback on against someone too powerful for the King to fight getting to The Tower. No way am I letting you kill her off screen.

Lea
The thing lashes, and one of it's chains tears up fully half the ground it's standing on, smashing a two tonne block of stone at you. The metaphor isn't hard to spot. A being cained to the ground, kept from flying by it's limitations, tearing apart the plannet in it's rage.
The block, however, whirls, forcing you to roll and dodge to try to avoid it.

Sanya
You look like Blade. Or rather, you would, except your smiling. You found furs, heavy cloaks, and chainmail, as well as a fire starting kit. It seemed wise, as you have no idea how far you have to walk.
Door looks roughly spherical, in a coat that was built for someone far bigger then her, but it actually suits her, fitting her mismatched clothing.

The men of The Nightwatch were an even mix of big, simple, scarred, worn, drunk and dangerous. One sitting at the door was cleaning his fingernails with a throat-cut razor.
A big, bearded, red-headed man with a thick beard and arms like your legs and a rat perched on one shoulder was sharpenining the biggest sword any of you had ever seen with a wetstone, and a bunch of simmilar men were seated around him, looking like the opening of hostilities in a mid-range war.
A one armed man in a black Smiths apron was inspecting a row of blades, and their commander was a slight, good looking boy with an ornate sword, and big white wolf that followed him everywhere.
The only man sitting at the bar was around fourty, slight, his every movement careful, with a single sword belted at his hip, sipping tea.
Some were knights, others were ordinary men, but all had the same cold, pinche look of prisoners, and you get the impression this is far from a saintly brotherhood.

Evil Ka'tet
At that moment, they heard a booming noise. A tremendous, woolly shape was lumbering down the path. It was a mammoth, great curling tusks of seasoned ivory almost sweeping the ground beneath it, it's trunk raised, occasionally pausing to trumpet a challenge. But what was most shocking about the sight wasn't the mammoth itself, but it's rider.
Three times the size of a man, it swayed as slowly atop the mammoth as it road past. Molly shied back slightly frightened by such strangeness. In the stories that mentioned them, giants were outsized men who lived in castles and hoarded gold, with boots boy could hide in. These were something else, more bearlike then human, and as wooly as the mammoth he road. Seated, it was hard to see how big it truly was, but her first estimate felt right. It's sloping chest might have passed for those of men, but it's arms hung down to far, and it's upper torso looked half again as wide as it's lower. It's legs were shorter then its arms, but very thick, and it wore no boots at all. It seemed to be neckless, it's huge hairy head thrust forwad between it's shoulderblades, and it's face was squashed and primitive, yet somehow wise, grave and sad all at once.
A massive sword, ten feet long if it was an inch, hung scabbarded on it's mount.
And it was towing a Howitzer. It seems Farson was doing more then was expected, to prepare his savages.

darkblade

2010-10-12, 08:59 PM

Mickey

"Enough!" The Mouse King shouts raising his keyblade into the air and casting a Thunderspell to electrocute the Nobody.

***

Dresden

Morbius helped me get Marcone into Michael's van. I could tell it was hard on him, all that blood but he did it without complaining.

"Get him to the hospital. As much as it pains me we can't just let him die here, there have already been too many deaths." I told Michael.

I was starting to run out of options and I was running out of places to turn. I took out the map I was given and looked for a way back to Articis Tor, it's time to put it all on the table.

***

Zarthos

"Heaven and Hell are meaningless Dracula." Zarthos replies the cold obviously pains him as the heat flees his bones leaving them a cold white.

"But evil regardless of where it comes from must be punished." Zarthos attempts to grab Dracula on his next lunge and open a portal to hell spending the demon back to where he belongs.

Gulping

2010-10-12, 09:12 PM

Naoki and Minato

"Alright. Answer two simple questions for us, then we can go from there." Naoki crosses his arms over his chest, an interested look on his face. Minato lowers his blade, but does not sheathe it, or drop Messiah.

"SOMETHING is rotten in the state of Existence. The state of Amala is evidence enough of just how bad whatever the hell's going on is. So, we need information. Tell us this: What is happening in the mortal realm, and who's responsible for it?"

Dante

"It's time to go over the rainbow, then? Alright. No use sticking around in here." Dante bounds up the steps, stopping by the side of the balloon to wait for the others. He doesn't know how to steer the damned thing.

Benkei

"Oh shut UP already, Hannibal. Yes, I know who you are. EVERYONE knows who you are. You're a sociopathic cannibal who specializes in talking other people to death, turning conversations into psychological torture sessions, and NEVER. CLOSING. YOUR. F**KING. MOUTH."

The problem with Hannibal is that he's best at dealing with people who don't start from a position of wanting to see him lying dead in a ditch somewhere. Thing is, those people are exceedingly rare among the ranks of the heroes. If Benkei was Asuka, this might be a valid strategem.

He's not Asuka. He's the sanest of the Getter Pilots, and he knows it. He's got thousands and thousands of years of experience under his belt doing one of the most dangerous jobs imaginable. He is not going to be fazed by some ten-cent psychoanalysis from a crazy guy that eats people.

"You're not a person. You never were. You're just some stupid monster who should have been smothered in his crib, before you had a chance to get out into the wild." Benkei doesn't falter. He just keeps firing.

Lea

"GYAAAAAAH!" Leaping towards the stone, Lea slices through it, cleaving it into pieces as he smashes through, hurling one of his Keyblades in a Strike Raid while firing off a Thundara spell with the other.

Some amount of his predecessors' experience went into him when he obtained his Keyblades, it seems. When combined with the combat instincts he honed as No. VIII, the result is a devastating combatant indeed.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 09:29 PM

Lea
You destroy the stone, but the thing was traveling at a considerable momentum, and outweigs you by the power of four. You are sent flying in the other direction, as the Heartless continues to scream it's defiance.

Dante
The Hot air baloon is the sort of thing that was made for a steam punk setting. It has all sorts of switches, dial, pressure guages and twiddly knobs. And of the group, you are the most qualified by a long margin. Blade might be alright, but Roland comes from a fantasy world like a cross between Lord Of The Rings and The Magnificent Seven, and Ramirez breaks tecnology by touching it.

Naoki and Minato
"The king of the dead. The greatest vampire, who holds the power of the devil within him. His cstle has emerged, and he once more stretches his hand and seeks to conquer all. I can send you to him if you wish." He says, and opens a portal. "Go through, if you dare."

Benkei
Hannibal seems to realize the same thing. Why fighting would make you less vulenrable to psycho analysis is a good question, soldiers have some of the biggest psychological strains in existence, but Hannibal is fine wearing you down.
He steps into the shadows, vanishing. His voice doesn't stop.
"Ineffective. The mark of a man who thinks he can solve all the problems of the universe by attacking them. Tell me, how is that working out for you?" He asks.
"Yes, I admit that some of my actions are a little strange, but who can claim otherwise. You think you're better then me. That you're better then anyone. Too long for ****, to short for Richard, eh Benkei? Despite being more then any human, you're still essentially nothing. You're only purpose is to be kept around out of pity."
"As to my propensity towards venacular, well wouldn't it be better to resolve things this way? The fact that you can't, that you degenerate straight to insults, says quite a lot about you."

Midnighter
You step into the Castle. Deadpool is at the gate, like some bizare, orange ninja. "Ah Vant to Suck Your Blah!" He says, in an exagerated Transylvanian accent.
"Hey! I always sound like this!"

doliest

2010-10-12, 09:32 PM

Dracula
He hold's his ground; where once a punch would have hurled him across the room, his full state allows him to catch the punch, holding it back, though with some effort.

The cloak hovers around, only increasing the cold, digging it deeper, twisting and turning throughout Zarthos.

Why fight then? No matter what you do, the evil will never die. Mortals will revive it, and if they do not, immortals will revive it. If they do not, the gods will bicker and revive it. When they all become nothing but names in a book, Those Who Sit Beyond will revive it, and when they finally return to the dust from whence they came, it will still revive. It is eternal.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 09:42 PM

Light Yagami
You are learning quite a bit about the country. It's very efficient and well mannaged, with everyone hard working and productive, excelant government services, no crime, no corruption, no dissent, and excelent tecnological level, proceeding the USA by maybe ten years. Everything seems well-maintained, nobody is impolite, rude, or acting in an embarasing way, and all in all it seems like proof that your philosophy is correct. The fact that they are all this way out of terror of Doom is irrelevent. It just makes Doom that much more worthy of respect.
You don't think The Authority will come after you. None of them have dared try Doom, given what he's capable of on his homefield, and and you suspect it will stay that way.
A few press are interested in your percieved defection, and the exact circumstances of your arrival here. Now is your chance to set up the story. You know that controlling the media is the quickest way to the heart of the people.
Misa is nibbling the fingerfood, and she is being targeted by everyone not brave enough to talk to you.

doliest

2010-10-12, 10:12 PM

Light
Light makes sure that every major news station is getting this; no matter what spin they tried, no one would be able to turn this one around in a way that made the Authority look good. It was unlikely anyone would want to, though, considering their usual PR strategy.
"Hello, many of you may know me as Light Yagami; I was, until very recently, a member of the Authority-the group that until a year ago ran the American Government via an illegal and unconstitutional seize of power. During my tenor, I attempted to see them stirred in the right direction, and until yesterday I felt that, with a few exceptions, I was seeing some success. Unfortunately, that success was smoke and mirrors that ceased to be the moment any major threat appeared. The Authority response was varied, but for the most part it was sloppy. Members were uncoordinated at best, and many were unreachable during the crisis in Kansas, which had to ultimately be resolved, based on what I've gathered, by the Justice League. Combine this with the renegade attitude of the members, and you begin to understand that it is rather difficult to keep any form of control on the Carrier. A 'disturbance' happened, and when I and Jenny Quantum-now-Sparks discovered the people responsible, I attempted to allow the men to survive her attack so that we might find out who they were and their intentions. Ms.Sparks attempted to murder me for this clearly horrific transgression against her judgment, and I only survived through the timely intervention of Mr.Von Doom.

He offered me protection, and of course, I took him up on his offer, because there is no oversight to the Authority. No oversight to any member, no accountability for their actions." He looks down at his watch, "They care nothing for civilian causalities, and don't care who gets hurt as long as it satisfies them. I've carried around a broken wrist for my entire tenure to provide a gratification for an action I committed under mind control. Had I not, I would have died before even joining. My time with them has largely been one I have barely survived. So, seeing all of that, the only question is why didn't I flee from them sooner." He could count the moments until Lois's death. He idly considered watching this speech alongside the reports on her death. Maybe he could bribe a news station to do so.

Gulping

2010-10-12, 10:14 PM

Benkei

"You know NOTHING, Hannibal. You really think that I'm being kept around out of PITY? Seriously? You have no idea what I do.

Ryoma's always off gallivanting around the multiverse, righting wrongs and taking faces. Hayato has to keep an eye on everything, always researching, always planning. Musashi has to remain at his post all the time, only coming out under the most dire and terrible of circumstances.

They all have their jobs, and they're specialized for those specific roles, and only those roles. Ryoma's too irresponsible and crazy to be trusted with anything that requires any form of tact or subtlety. Hayato has the personality of an assault rifle and can't even touch anything that isn't saturated with Getter. Musashi can't be in normal space for more than half an hour at a time or else Terrible Things will happen.

Who do you think actually does all the WORK? Who leads the fire teams? Who meets the diplomats? Who manages the day-to-day of an entire armada of sapient machines of all shapes and sizes? Who answers the distress calls? Who does everything that the other three can't?"

Benkei lets go of the rifle, letting it hang from his shoulder by the strap. The thing doesn't seem to be doing anything to Hannibal anyway. "And as for going straight to insults, I already tried being reasonable with Luthor. It didn't work. And let's face it, if it didn't work on him, it sure as hell won't work on you."

Dante

Dante looks over the controls and groans. "This is not going to end well." He examines the dials and buttons closely, trying to puzzle out their function. He REALLY hopes that the things are labeled.

Ryoma

"Ah crap. I'm going to need directions? Seriously? Crap." Ryoma sighs. "Only one thing for it. I'm calling Hayato."

Hayato

*riiiiiing* *BEEP* "Ryoma. What do you need?" "Directions. You can't get into the Tower without some kind of guide, apparently." "S**t. That's just spectacular." He holds the phone away from his mouth, his thumb held over the receiver, and addresses the Endless siblings.
"My agent just called. He cannot get into the Tower without some sort of guidance. Can either of you help with this?"

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 10:25 PM

Dante
No labels. There are big leavers, that look very pullable, and an ignition, which you don't have a key for. There a buttons, that you feel it would be safer to ignore, and gauges, that you don't know how to read. You figure if you can gte it started, you can turn it by hand and hope for the best.

Hayato
There is no way to contact the Endless when they are at a meeting. Fortunately, Destruction, having long since abandoned his duties, is still contactable.
Unfortunately, he's a bit... strange.

Lea
Valentine appears behind you, and opens fire. The bullets have no effect, unsurprisingly, so he starts casting thunder. Scrroge attacks it with his lance, but it's flesh is rubbery and hard, and he's having very little sucsess.

Light Yagami
I think you just gave every tabloid journalist in the country an orgasm. There is a moment of silence, a click of recordings, ans everyone digests your words. Then there is a clamor, like a tidal wave rising from the sea. You are bombarded with questions, many of which are clearly designed to sound reproachful while at the same time urging you on, wanting to hear more.
You see Victor standing near the newly arrived Elijah, giving you a look that radiates approval.
Hard times ahead for the Authority, and all the dammage control in the world won't do them any good.

darkblade

2010-10-12, 10:27 PM

Ramirez

"Oh sure, technology. Give me a second to make sure I don't fry it." Ramirez says before stepping aside and muttering a supression spell that should keep his murphionic field at bay, it also means he can't use magic for a while though.

***

Mickey

"You're just hiding behind lies, Hannibal." Mickey says.

"Thats what you do after all you hide. You hid behind a cell, behind madness, and now you hide in the darkness. All because you are too afraid to face the world and admit that you are no better than anyone else."

***

Zarthos

The Skeleton is all but bleached white now and frost is creeping into his joints but he isn't yeilding. Evil is eternal, that is why good must remian ever vigilante against it.

***

Cosmic Rock

Large portions of the crowd chant the name of the heroes but still the majority remians under Darksied's thrall it will take more than that to stop him.

Darksied steps back and lets some strange pink haired fourteen year old dominatrix take the mic for the next song. Some of you might reconize her as Mary Marvel and that just is wrong in so many ways.

Blazing on by
There's nothing more that we could do
I'm sorry that
We'll never be with him again
Even though
My heavy heart is parched with pain
I know somehow
Our sorrow's something he won't see

It's my life
I'm moving on and never going back there
Free will burned away
And left me on the lonely rail

Darksied is
I will follow him if that is what he wanted
Take me into all the darkest shadows
And you'll see that
He's even stronger than you could know
Darksied is
I am standing here and I could disappear
Falling through the burden of freedom
If he had his way
We'd be together forever
Eternally Darksied

The way you're standing there
I feel as though we're almost one again
And yet
We're miles apart in time
Beneath the pale blue moon
I see your eyes are glistening
With so much pain!
It's tearing you apart to be free!

You know it
Darksied is
I will follow him if that is what he wanted
Take me into all the darkest shadows
And you'll see that
He's even stronger than you could know
Darksied is
I am standing here and I could disappear
Falling through the burden of freedom
If he had his way
We'd be together forever
Eternally Darksied (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpL61Y-hLN8)

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 10:35 PM

Ramirez
You can see over forty controls, and twice as many gauges, finely tuned instraments and pressure readings. All you can be sure is just how many ways there is for this to go wrong.

doliest

2010-10-12, 10:37 PM

Dracula
The cold seems to be getting worse as Dracula's strength continues to push,

The only thing that is eternal is Death, and I am her master; Life is a fleeting aberration, short and full of pain. The small circle left open by the monsters grows smaller as they close in, sensing that the battle won't last much longer Come, and embrace eternity!

Light
He had to suppress a smirk. The best lies were the ones that weren't even lies. Every word he'd said was the truth. Every. Single. One. The only thing that even resembled a lie was that he chose not to mention any fault of his own. It would be a bit harder to run the Super-Hero community after that little speech, but Doom's connections, not to mention his own, meant he still had more than a little hold in the United States. He still needed to work out that deal between the democratic candidate and Norman; hopefully he still had enough clout to do just that.

"I'll answer any questions that the people have, but please ask them in an orderly fashion. And please try not to cause a problem for those who want to enjoy the party." Being a good host was one of many skills he'd picked up that helped him give off the air of the perfect human being.

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 10:42 PM

Hawksmoor
You get sent a copy of Light's recent recorded statement. You are not happy. Not at all. For one thing, he still has Carrier acsess and control, and without him, there is no way to remove it. For another, he's in Latveria, and with Doom as a sponsor there is little you can do. Doom has the sort of defences squashed into his tiny country that could defend the entire United Stated from a full scale invasion. There is a reason you haven't done him in, and that's the cost of sucsess would be far more then you're willing or able to pay.
What's more, your suspicion he betrayed you is growing. Something is going to happen.

The Shoveler

2010-10-12, 10:50 PM

Flandre
She looks at Apollo.
"Really? I remember you from earlier with that man named Magog. I know what you are capable of. You could most likely kill me in 1,000 different ways before I would realize it, but let me ask you a question: Would you do it to someone who wouldn't fight back? I have no quarrel with you at the moment, as I just wish to watch the fight occurring beneath me," she says, propping up a magical barrier. Just because she wouldn't fight back doesn't mean that she wouldn't attempt to protect herself. After all, Yukari wouldn't be happy if one of Gensoukyo's residents died in cold blood. No one wants that to happen.

Vash
"Demon, don't try to tempt me. I feel not pleasure nor love nor pain. However, my sense of justice never dulls. If you are in this room, then you must side against me. Therefore," he says, pulling out a second gun and loading it with his creation abilities, "I will have to destroy you and your group of abominations."
He lets loose an unending stream of bullets from his two guns, each shot aimed for a vital area on the body and each bullet being big enough to punch through a tank.

Lucy
The being who is as close to "Eldritch" as the Fourth World could provide is now tired of waiting. She spreads her blanket of Vectors across the city, attempting to find some form of action. (This is just me taking initiative for discovery. If you don't have anything ready from The Host, I don't blame you and you should take your time. That book is undeserving of human eyes.)

Cracklord

2010-10-12, 11:06 PM

Flandre
Actually, the war has started up again. Knock yourself out!

Vash
The bullets punch into the massive form of Luthor's Heartless, and the thing staggers at the impact. It doesn't bleed, until Scrooge slams his lance into one of the holes, finally penetrating the thing. It screams in anger, and rips another piece of the floor loose, flailing that around at you.

Shen
A vampire in red descends, the shadows wrapping around him. Alucard, the strongest thing Dracula has in his service, has been released.
"look at all the bugs." Alucard says. "People who think to buy power." He raises his massive guns, and steps behind Deadpool.

Dracula
Just to make things more confusing, you gain another follower, summoned by the dark souls who worship you, and sacrificed, fed the black magic of hundreds. A servant. One who you know very well.
An old, grizzled figure beneath the banner of a dragon, with a fearsome 'stache that is itelf a declaration of war. Black emanelled armor, over chainmail, and a massive sword, the dragons talon. he carries with him the scent of sweat and iron and blood, and his eyes gleam with feverish madness. He has a strong, somewhat handsome face, and a jaw you could crack rocks on. He wore a cape in red, the color his first wife had liked him in, clipped with the talons of a dragon. And he looked ready to kill and kill and kill again, until there was nobody left to kill. He looked massive, strong and unstoppable.

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Vlad Teppes, son of the dragon. The Impaler.

The Shoveler

2010-10-12, 11:11 PM

Flandre
She notes the army moving.
"Oh, well I see exactly what this means, Apollo the Sun God. I am to fight you, and one of us will live. The other will probably find some way to come back from the dead. I've found that people tend not to stay dead in my world or in others," she says. Both her hands have Apollo's essence in them. She doesn't bother saying 'Kyuu' as that would show him what she was doing. She preferred the discreet way. She crushes both of the 'Eyes,' attempting to crush any shields he might have up if not his powers themselves or the being known as Apollo in his entirety.

Vash
He's not human. But neither was Vash. He finds the one way to dodge the ground being flung/swung at him and continues slamming the Heartless with bullets.

Colesign

2010-10-13, 12:02 AM

Sanya

"Stay close, Ms. Door." Sanya says as they walk to the rendevous.

Solomon Kane

The Puritan Avenger helps Marcone into the car. "If the path to rescuing Molly is through the door Roland came through, then we'll be perpetually behind. Perhaps we should acquire some dirt bikes, something all terrain."

Vin

Vin does what she can to assist the battered comrades of Dresde. As she walks up to Murphy, she remarks: "Never introduced myself. The name's Vin."

Gulping

2010-10-13, 12:13 AM

Lea

"Bad move. Now I'm angry." Forming the double-blade again, Lea charges it with fire magics, preparing to fire off a Super Strike Raid.

"Come on, come on, come on... THERE! Take this, you oversize hunk of s**t! BLAZE RAIDER!" Spinning like an Olympic discus thrower, the Keyblader hurls the firey disk towards Luthor's Heartless, aiming to carve the titanic beast like a turkey.

Dante

Dante looks over the controls, and throws up his hands in defeat. "It's no use. This piece of s**t is a disaster waiting to happen." He fishes around in his coat, drawing out Pandora once more. "Good thing I got Satan's Leatherman here." He opens the demonic briefcase and spreads it wide before slamming it down on the control panel.

And the dirigible CHANGES.

Pandora may be the weapon of 666 evil forms, but its real library is much greater in scope. It has THOUSANDS of potential forms that it can take on, but it can only store 666 at a time within its active memory. Those in the library have to be swapped into that 666 before they're usable.

How does it expand its library, you ask? By absorbing other devices and weapons. Devices like the Dirigible. Proist was created in this manner actually: Dante got super ultra freaking drunk a few months back, and in a fit of intoxicated genius had the thing eat some poor sap's fancy new riding mower. It was a great and terrible success that, come morning, revealed unto Dante an important truth:

The more elaborate and sophisticated a device that it takes the form of is, the more Pandora's own mind asserts itself. On the forms Dante had used up until that point, it didn't really have much control. On Proist, formed from something as fiendishly complex as a riding mower, it was autonomous.

This is also how Dante discovered Pandora's personality. It has the mind of a rather intelligent, spectacularly aggressive, and fiercely loyal (to a point) dog. As long as Dante keeps it fed (with the blood of demons) and takes it for walkies (sprees of unabashed carnage and violence) often, it will stay with him all the way up to death's door.

Pandora LIKES Dante. Pandora now also controls one of the most impossibly complicated devices he's ever run across.

Pandora also smells The Snake-Smelling Bastard. Even from this vast distance, it can pick up the tainted traces of Voldemort's magic. It knows what that stuff smells like, and it fills Pandora with PURE CONCENTRATED RAGE.

PF 291: INDIGNATION
What was once a modest dirigible has become some kind of heavy-metal rocket-powered micro-zeppelin. The demonic skull emblem of Pandora is proudly displayed on the bow of the gasbag, great serrated blades form fins and wings that rise from the sides of both balloon and car, and it's all very, very awesome looking. Anyone who sees it is filled with an urge to paint an image of it flying over a volcano during a lightning storm on the side of a van.

Dante, immediately noticing that Pandora was nice enough to provide bucket seats with four-point safety harnesses, straps himself in and grabs hold of the handlebars that might, conceivably, control the horrific contraption.

"I strongly suggest that everyone buckles the hell up. Now."

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 01:33 AM

Ka'tet
This painting would have actually been a very subtle form of foreshadowing. To whit, that's exactly what Thunderclap was. If you took Mordor and put a storm on top, it would be a perfect replica of Thunderclap.
But more of that later.
The land below consisted of rolling plains of dessert with occasional patches of long grass that brought nightmares and death. Below the dirigible a herd of goats grazed, then, startled by the vast shadow, began to bound away. After a few miles you even see people, nomads who live in the dessert, though keep well away from Thunderclap. Hunters rose from their crouches and shaded their eyes to peer up at the passing hot air baloon. One, braver or more frightened then the rest, cast his spear up , but it fell a long way short and fell point first to stand quivering in the long grass.
They were flying beneath the clouds for a good reason, they were nearing their destination, and the mountain was coming sliowly into view, still hard to see in a red haze of the dessert.
However, the thing cannot sense Voldemort. First, because Voldemort has crossed over into another world a different way, and second because something infinitely worse is coming this way. A black whirlwind dominates the horizon, creating a dust storm as it thunders towards you. You think you see a face amidst the whitling blackness, a hatefully happy face. You think you see Randall Flagg, suspended in the eye of the storm, steering the collosal force of nature towards you.

Lea, Vash the Stampede
The thing had stopped focussing on you, and now paid the price. You smash into it, knocking it over, and smashing it. The thing gets to it's feet. Massive red cracks are on it's uneven finnish, and pulsate angrily. A single throbbing green eye, sickly green, the color of toxic waste glares at you in it's forehead, and cables snap and bend like sinews amongst it's skin.
With another scream, it breaks it's chains, and begins charging around the ruined remains of the room, leaping from place to place with ape-like agility.
The room is now a mass of angles and crazy plaanes, thanks to him tearing it apart to attack you with, and you all have to watch your footing or else will collapse and break something.
Furthermore, Nightmare is begining to reform around the sword.

Sanya
You come to the great wall, hundreds of meters high, built of stone and ice. For a moment you wonder how it came to be built, what manner of man could make something like it. Your afraid you're going to find out.
There is a gate, but it is sealed and guarded by six men.

Solomon Kane
Marcone is unconcious. He's heavy, and his weight strains you quite a bit, but you mannage. he's gtting perilously close to bleeding out.

Vin
"I'm Murphy." She says, and shakes your hand. It's a firm grip, and the sort a martial artist might favor. You get the impression she is some sort of captain of the guards, or knight.

Vash
The terrible Heartless seems to be targeting you as much as possible, for some strange reason.

industrious

2010-10-13, 02:41 AM

John Taylor

The edge of the wall is more than a little foreboding, and the midnight air is far colder than I had expected, even with my prior experience. I have a salamander egg in each hand, and am currently holding them both against my ears. Frankly, I look ridiculous.

"Let's get on, then!" I say, shouting since my sense of hearing is currently muffled.

Elijah Snow

"Thank you for inviting me."

Elijah raises an eyebrow at Light's claims, and quite noticeably does not drink from his glass. Red wine. He preferred white.

"So, Victor," he drawls. "Your new scapegoat seems to be doing quite well for himself. Can't say the same about you, though."

Elijah, frankly, had a low opinion of Doom. The man had promise, true promise to do something great, to achieve greatness far beyond any temporary heroism. If Doom had realized that Richards, for all his genius, never let his inventions enter the mass market, and had let his own innovations grow throughout the world, then it would be Doom and not Reed that the world would thank. Elijah saw Doom's selfishness, saw how he hoarded his technology with this small tribe of individuals, and was disgusted.

And Doom, for all his outrage against Elijah, would listen. Because for all his bluster, Elijah had been his teacher, once. And while he now considered himself to be far superior to the Ghost, he remembered his lessons with the man. How Elijah always had one more argument, one more trick or lesson or piece of information than Doom at anything the man would ask. And somewhere in his mind, Doom wonders if this is true once more.

Apollo

Flandre doesn't even get to finish her statement before the Sun God attacks. Chivalry was for knights. Honor was for the naive. In battle, there was victory, and there was defeat, and very little area between them. Delaying an attack was only done when it made sense, not before.

He closes the distance between them almost instantaneously; each of the blows from his fists would be enough to tear holes in mountainsides.

The Midnighter and Shen

"Right. Don't care."

He disliked Deadpool. Everybody disliked Deadpool, except for Cable. But the Midnighter...hated Deadpool. The man just had a way of pushing his buttons. And not in a good way.

The bo staff is extended, now capped with a spear tip designed for killing boars: Hooked and barbed and incredibly sharp. The Midnighter lunges forward, avoiding the first and second scything blows from the Merc's katanas, and stabs upward, seeking, ironically enough, an impalement.

Shen, on the other hand, uses her stolen ring to great effect, using it to craft a sand mandala around Dracula, attempting to bind the vampire into place.

Jack Hawksmoor

Well, that wouldn't do, would it?

He takes the full footage of what had happened during the Incident, when Light and Hades and Jenny Quantum had fought each other, and dumps it onto a disc. Audio and visual both. Every word Yagami said, the threat that Hades made to the Spirit of the Twenty-First Century. And hijacking the world's communications, plays it on every television on the world.

Nicodemus

He inspects the horde arrayed before him with a critical eye, before facing Farson squarely.

"We still need to reach the Tower. I wish you luck in your assault, but need must when the Devil drives. You have prepared our provisions?"

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 03:53 AM

Nicodemus
Farson nods. "Horses. Provisions. Clothes." He says, indicating a store-room with just that. "If you want a guide, find one quickly. Mayhaps someone will agree to take you back into the cold"
You'd best leave, if you don't want to join the war. The guns are all lined up, and ready to fire.
You find the horses. Grey and brown, short and shaggy with wide hoofs. Whoever bred them was no expert, but they'll be adequate. They are already loaded to go.

Jack Hawksmoor
Two problems. First, out of context, Light actually does look in the right, and while some of what he says is questionable, it is far from the Authorities best moment. Showing it wouldn't harm his story all that much, and make you seem petty.
The second is far more crippling. What communications? They're won't be any world communications for months, after Rorscharch and the Leagues response to the Anti-life broadcast. There are local stations, which are functioning, but you can't remotely hijack them, or over-ride them. You'd have to go manually to every network, and make them comply. Which would be a month long project. Longer if they catch you up in bureaucracy, which they would.

Elijah
Doom doesn't deny it, or admit it. Elijah has his suspicions that Doom intends something big, and that to do so he has sunk his talons into the metahuman community. But he can't even find enough proof to satisfy himself, just lots of circumstantial evidence.
Instead he puts the goblet down. His opinion of you is much the same. You have promise, perhaps more then he does (though he'd never admit that), and you waste your time solving questions without answers of value.
"I did not think you would come. You so rarely give your attention to mere mortals anymore." Doom replies. "Perhaps you can help me with a problem."

The Midnighter
"My delicate face! My precious modeling career is ruined!" Deadpool yells. Naturally, this doesn't stop him attacking. You've fought him before, you don't even need your computers. He'll attack, no bother with defense or waiting for an opening, just come at you again and again until he gets lucky.

Shen
Alucard draws his guns, an action that seems to take a long time, even accounting for their size and the length of his appendages. The Cassul and the Jackal, white and black, both enough to leave nothing but a fine red mist, a horrible mess and a certain regret. The Jackal had been designed to kill regenerators, the Cassul to punch through invulnerability. Both guns were artwork, in their way. With them, he is so deadly it defies belief. Opening his minds eye, he watches for where she will be, and, after a moment, fires, as fast as the mechanism can cope with, three bullets in the air at once.

Team Nightside
Fortunately, none of the Nightwatch hear you. Unfortunately, it's because they have something else to focus on.

The wall
A row of guns, ranging from cannons and the like to artillery and howitzers ready to begin their bombardment. Most of the men dealing with the weapons wee wildlings who thought of the guns as magic and regarded them with superstitious dread. But a few had been trained, taught, or had learned, and knew them as nothing more then weapons. Just the same, they were attacking a society that had never discovered gunpowder. The results were sure to be devastating.
John Farson swaggered down the line, a broadsword of valyrian steel held in his right hand. "They drove you from your land, and took it for themselves. They hunt you like animals, and kill your women and children, They kill your very gods, they seek to break you. Well no longer. Burn every village, every town and castle. Leave none alive. Starting here." He instructed coldly to nobody in particular, his voice enough to command respect. They all listened nonetheless, caught up in the moment.
"Let no joyful voice be heard." He says, casually swinging his sword so fast it was a blur and cutting the wings of an insect.
"Let nobody look up at the sky with hope." He continues, completing his march down the line, then stops and looks up at the wall. He smiles beneath his mask, already imagining the destruction.
"Turn the air to ash and the world to fire, and leave nothing behind." He finishes. "Fire."

Melisandre's eyes snap open as she comes out of the trance. "Rh'lorr's mercy." She breathes. "They've stolen the fire."

The air is lit up with explosions as the guns belch fire and smoke, smashing into the wall and making the nightwatch scream in fright. again and again they sound, drowning out everything but the howls, calls and battlecrys of the wildlings below.

AnimeKid

2010-10-13, 05:00 AM

Fayt

Seeing as it is time to head to the rendezvous point Fayt uses a series of short range "jumps" to get there as quickly as possible without being spotted.

doliest

2010-10-13, 07:58 AM

Ash
Ash looks over at Taylor, "So John, what's our plan?" He's grinning; he was back in his element-he was heavy firepower. He was no where near the strongest person on this team, but when tossed into a big fight, few were as useful or....intimidating to the opposite side.

The Shoveler

2010-10-13, 09:35 AM

Flandre
She smiles as the holes are punched in her. She was a glass cannon until the end. Blood comes out of her mouth as she laughs, falling to the ground.
"Greater things than me shall..." she manages to say before she is taken into Death's cold embrace.

All of Gensoukyo
The minds of the people in the village are shaken as one of their own has passed away. This has never happened before. Remilia, despite herself, is now crying in the SDM with Sakuya attempting to comfort her. Everyone else can't seem to care too much. However, something has changed. Someone else, someone powerful, had just made a fatal mistake. They'd attracted the attention of Yukari.

Yukari Yakumo
She appears next to Yoshimori and speaks.
"I'm your boss, Kekkaishi. I gave your ancestors their power and by default you are working for me. I have a new job for you," she says, grabbing him by the shirt and opening a boundary between Order and Chaos to appear in Dracula's chambers. She drops Yoshimori there. He's left disoriented from the travel zone. What the hell was that place?
"Now, you are part demon, Youkai as they were originally called. I shall unlock this power inside of you so that you might fight that over there," she says, pointing at Dracula the Demon. "I have other business to take care of."
She opens another boundary, this time between Life and Death, appearing in Hell. Flandre is there as well as Lucifer.
"Hiya, Lucy! I'm here to take that not-so-innocent little girl back to her family. I would assume you have no problem with this?" she says sweetly. Lucifer has met her before. She's the very reason that no one dies in Gensoukyo. He knows that the Youkai are her domain and that he shouldn't mess with them. How he reacts is left up to other forces.

Vash
Huh, another person focusing on a being who happens to be an unending source of energy. He dodges the attacks deftly, shooting the Heartless with raw energy manifest as electrical bullets with each gun.

darkblade

2010-10-13, 09:54 AM

Dresden

"No bikes, too much iron for where we're going." I said waiting for Michael and Charity to head off towards a hospital before Marcone bleeds out.

"What I am about to do is very stupid and probably will result in me dying, but I don't want any of you stopping me. Understand?"

***

Zarthos

No. At Zarthos's very core there still was an Angel, he may have been tainted by evil over the years but still he was an Agent of the Most High and he would not lose this battle.

The Fallen Angel unleashes that energy, that fire of the soul, that soul fire in one small inferno seeking to claim every monster in this room. Regardless of it's effect it takes everything that was Zarthos to deliver that blow and all that remains of the Ghost Rider is an unconsious, rapidly freezing to death Johnny Blaze.

***

Ramirez

The Warden looks up the Dirgible for a second and curses in Spanish. "When we are done saving reality you and me are going to have a little talk about your toys. Namely evil demonic weapons that are illegal under the accords and common sense."

None the less he boards the thing and buckles up, if a demon is powering it now he shouldn't break the science anymore. Right?

The Shoveler

2010-10-13, 09:58 AM

Yukari
A barrier made of folds of reality is protecting Yoshimori from the Soul Fire. Zarthos was an ally, Yukari wouldn't let friendly fire kill her descendant.

AnimeKid

2010-10-13, 10:22 AM

Yoshimori

After a few seconds of his head spinning from traveling through who knows where he finally sees his opponent clearly. Taking a good look at him Yoshi's face hardens and Madaro exclaims, "What an aura! This guy could possibly be the king of demons! Yoshimori I don't care what that girl said, this a fight you might not be able to win." Yoshimori just smiles and looks to dracula, "Madaro, have you ever known me to give up even if the situation seems hopeless? I'm going to take this guy down with everything I've got, KETSU!" A bright blue barrier appears around Dracula and implodes in on itself with a massive amount of power. This was Yoshimori's basic attack and he hadn't used much power. So it probably wouldn't do much damage, but it would let Dracula know it's on!

doliest

2010-10-13, 10:38 AM

Dracula
Dracula is hurled back, the cloak monster seems to be falling apart at the 'seams' and the monsters are destroyed. The large vampire stands in front of the portal, too strong to actually be forced into it, but definitely injured. He needed to recover. The cold seems to fade away; it's creator focused on healing himself as he rapidly fixes his throne, sitting down in it and starting at the body of his defeated foe...and the new entry into his castle.

As the barrier implodes, dust clears. He’s uninjured; and he merely grins as he stands once more. And Yoshimori feels very cold.

Why do you fight, demon hunter? We are Legion, for we are many, and that many is infinite; your fight will be an eternal one, and even your blood will not let you live forever. We can never die. We will return. You fight for nothing, a reprieve that means nothing.

The Shoveler

2010-10-13, 10:41 AM

Yoshimori
His Youkai blood is active, increasing his natural power ten-fold. He could take more of a hit and he could see Dracula for what he was.
This was the gift Yukari gave his family, and he would be protected by her until the end.

AnimeKid

2010-10-13, 10:47 AM

Yoshimori

Yoshimori looks at Dracula seriously, "Your right I won't live forever, even if i defeat you, you will just return again. At that time I may not be able to fight you but my desendents will. The Kekkaishi have existed for 23 generations and they will keep going. My sons and their sons will continue the fight in my place. They will be the one to defeat you after I have. So you see demon you will lose the battle, AND THE WAR, ZEEEKKKAAAAIIII!" a large purple spherical barrier appears around Dracula. The Zekkai is a higher level barrier that eradicates all foreign objects within it. This means Dracula.

doliest

2010-10-13, 02:23 PM

Dracula
No family will outlive me; I will always return-and my allies are the evil in the heart of all creatures and Death herself; I can never lose. But your family is weak and mortal. You can fight a losing battle only so long before it is lost.

Dracula’s fist slams into the barrier, cracking it. That shouldn’t work. It wasn’t a truly ‘physical’ barrier. It was created by your energy, power, and will. Yet, Dracula broke it. His cloak pulls itself off the wall, hovering around you as he begins walking forward. A sense of dread mingles with the cold as the monstrous vampire’s steps ring through the hallway.

Colesign

2010-10-13, 02:52 PM

Vin

"Nice to meet you." Vin replies. She pauses. "I came from a society much less technologically advanced than yours, so I hope this question isn't too strange: you're a member of the city guard, right?"

Solomon Kane

The wandering Pilgrim tears some strips of cloth up and tries to bind Marcone's wounds and slow the blood flow.

Sanya

Sanya opens his mouth to respond, then pauses as the sound of artillery echoes through the night. "Guns." he mutters with a curse. "Highly anachronistic guns. If we don't do something, the entire Wall will be torn to bits!"

He unlimbers his own rifle. "What would you say to a little bit of sabotage, Taylor?"

AnimeKid

2010-10-13, 02:56 PM

Yoshimori

"Huh, you are a tough one huh? You took on my Zekkai and took only minimal damage. Alright then i won't insult you by holding back any longer." With a controlled breath he activates the demon blood within him as his eyes change to an entrancing purple. They then become a haunting maroon as a bright orb leaves his body and leaps into the hands of a manifested knight-spirit guardian. This is yoshimori's blank state. In this state his great power, and speed to even greater and unbelievable hieghts. Combine that with his newly awakened demon blood and you have a powerfull force to reckon with. He calmly raises his fingers and suddenly a quadruple layered barrier appears around Dracula and implode instantly. Even one of these barriers was stronger than his original zekkai and their destructive power increased with each layer. This means that an ungodly amount of power just imploded inward on Dracula. He also creates a zekkai around himself that will disentigrates Draculas cloak if it gets to close.

Gulping

2010-10-13, 03:49 PM

Dante

-Shortly before liftoff-
Dante turns his head towards Ramirez. "Dude, if you'd rather die in a friggin blimp crash, be my guest, because I can almost guarantee that's what would happen if I tried to use those dumbass controls."

-Now-
"Ah crap." Dante grips the handles tightly, and tries desperately to steer Pandora away from the oncoming storm. Pandora, however, can sense the darkness within Flagg, a tangible flavor that would cause it to salivate, were it capable of such functions. The Crimson King's lieutenant is indescribably delicious to the demonic box, and it steers itself unerringly into the storm, blinded by hunger.

"F**k my life. Everyone! Shoot that bastard out of the sky!" Giving up on any hope of controlling the Devil Arm, Dante simply draws E & I, and takes aim, using his inhuman visual acuity to draw a bead on Flagg's face. He charges his pistols with the magicks of his blood, forming bolts of demonic power within the chambers. As the energies reach their zenith, he squeezes the triggers, unleashing a hail of supercharged firepower at Randy-boy there.

Lea

"Ah crap." Lea takes the situation in as he leaps back, hopping around until he finds some stable footing. "Maybe you should use a bigger gun, coat-boy!

Speaking of bigger guns... Let's see, how the hell did they do this kind of thing? Hey, you! Vash, was it? Get over here, I wanna try something!"

The Stig

*This Is Troublesome.* The broadcast originating from somewhere the navcomputer calls 'Latveria' featuring that one douchebag kid is troubling, but that's the only thing you're getting.

Annoyed, you head for orbit. Maybe the scanners will be able to pick something up from there.

Naoki and Minato

"Right. Thank you for your assistance, a pleasure doing business with you, yadda yadda ya. Later." "You have been helpful. Consider your dues to us for imprisoning us within that wall paid. Farewell." With that, the two teens walk through the portal, emerging wherever it may lead them.

Getter Team

"I can't get a hold of any of them, with the exception of some being called 'Destruction' who I am understandably loath to call upon. It appears that, as things are, you will not be able to get into the Tower."

Hayato just sighs. He hates situations like this even more than Ryoma does, and Ryoma SERIOUSLY hates this kind of crap. "Your orders have changed. There's some sort of situation unfolding on Apokolips, one that's blocked it from my senses. Investigate it. Now."

"I hear and obey, my master." "I don't pay you to be sarcastic, Ryoma." "You don't pay me at all. None of us get paid." "Exactly. Just do your job." *CLICK*

Ryoma stands up and starts doing some stretches in the Black Getter's cockpit. He's used to sitting down for long periods of time, but it can get a little wearing after a while. "Alright then, next stop, Apokolips!" Planting a small beacon on the ground where he was standing in order to mark his place, Ryoma blasts off, heading back to the besieged Getter Base.

Draxx

2010-10-13, 04:08 PM

League
As has been hinted but never explicitly said, this league is very different from the one that would usually be expected to evolve. Mostly because, as a result of the more proactive heroics, the intentions and efforts of the league are very different.
This is a league that has been forced to make peace with it's status as a world leader, and it's role in shaping the future of the earth. As a consequence, every major group elect their representative, who will speak of their growing concerns and worries in the face of the future.
This is not a league that is afraid to get it's hands dirty, but some things are unforgivable, particularly killing. Any member that is found guilty of murder, or a death that was not completely unavoidable caused by willful inaction, will found themselves removed from the League, and a withdrawal of privileges. Like freedom, several of the superhumans kept by the league were in fact it's own members who failed to understand the purpose of the body.
It is a league quite prepared to use it's powers to any means or purpose it deems needed.
With the attack from Apokolips, they are stirred to action, and in the space around Earth, brilliant flashes and lights erupt as the League defends the earth from threats extra-terrestrial.
It shouldn't take long.

Door
Door concentrates, and a door opens, letting you step through the wall and into the other side. The tunnel is narrow, and will close up behind you.

Roland Deschain
To him, this is no more unusual then the balloon had appeared in the first place. So he simply sits back. He's been quiet and measured a lot since coming to this city. In fact, he seems to be letting the rest of you come into their term, and leave it in the meantime. He didn't even draw his guns on the low-men, just sat back and watched.
When he sees the incoming tornado, however, he swears. Guns won't work, it was impossible to hit Flagg. He'd tried, many times, and he'd missed with every shot. As someone who could count his misses on the sad remains of his right hand, who prided himself on his marksmanship and had achieved through dedication the sort of skills that most people needed superpowers for, he knew that Flagg did something to stop it.
So instead, he gets to the edge of the balloon, and begins to jettison everything that doesn't look necessary. The sandbags, the control pannels, whatever he can.
"Rise above it!" He yells. "Lift ourselves pat the clouds, and we can go over the top of it!"

Destiny
"What could? One of us, perhaps? Little else, that I know of. But some beings don't appear even in my book." His voice is flat and unemotional, simply stating barest of fact, no embellishments or further expansion.

Thanos
He simply leans against the wall, making sure it's strong enough to support him first, then waits, watching Dracula and waiting for him to take notice.

Voldemort
The animals shy away from him, but it matters not. He can fly under his own power.

The Kurgan
He looked faintly ridiculous, his massive form perched atop what seemed by comparison to be a tiny pony. You'd got him here, though dragging him from the coming battle had been hard. He'd taken out his frustration on a few less fortunate wildlings, but it hadn't done him any good, and still wore a scowl. He's getting to the end of his frustration, you'll have to find some lever to control him, or try to kill him.

John Shannow
The Jeruselum man arrived in the emerald city, with two companions.
One of them immediately produced a dirty knife from his sleeve as if by magic, and began prying at gemstones and the like, trying to get them out. The other looks around, expression registering some surprise as his hands moved in exaggerated movements.
"A thought occurs to me." Says the man, both is eyebrows going up. "We are looking for a city. No, sorry. You are looking for a city. I am looking for a port, a ship, and the rum, which is gone as per the status quo, no surprises there. So you want you to find this, because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering the detecting of a city for something or another. Savvy?" Jack Sparrow says. "So how can you be sure that this, therein this place here, is not the city you have so keenly searched for." He stares at him for a second, as Barbarossa stops his attempts at pillaging to shake his head in frustration. As usual, Sparrow was showing himself as hard to follow.
"It's not." Shannow replied, and that settled it. This was not the Jeruselum of legend, the holy city that had been taken from the Earth when the end came, that he had searched for so long. He'd know if it was.
"You have me there, mate. One cities much alike any other."
Shannow looks at him until he gets the point, then begins searching, looking for a clue as to where to go next. He's methodological, careful and detailed in his approach. Which is why Sparrow finds the remains of the Lowmen.
Sparrow has traded his pistol for a shotgun given to him by Shannow, but kept his cutlass. His compass dangles from his belt, and the charts to World's end are tucked safely under his coat. Barbossa took the two Dessert Eagles, and Jack The Monkey is perched on his shoulder, staring around with intelligent eyes.
Shannow has the rest of the arsenal, the only horse, and the most sensible clothes.

Magog
Taking aim with his staff, he attempts to blow Alucard to pieces. He keeps an eye out for Flandre, trying to figure out what to do if she attacks again. This would all be so much easier if he could fly.

Simon
Simon's with Ryoma, right?

doliest

2010-10-13, 04:37 PM

Dracula is still standing there, but now he IS injured. There are burns on various parts of his body, complementing the burns Zarthos had given him quite nicely.

It’s at this point you realize that it wasn’t Dracula talking to you earlier, it was his cloak; you know this because you would have remembered the headache as the voice ripped itself into your mind, “I AM IMPRESSED, MORTAL. YOU FIGHT ME WITH NO AID FROM HEAVEN OR HELL…BUT I SENSE ANOTHER POWER. ANOTHER SOURCE INSIDE YOU. A YOUKI. FINE THEN; IF A DEMON SHOULD RISE TO FIGHT ME, MEET MORE OF YOUR ILK!”

A portal appears, radiating far more cold than anything Dracula had created. It felt like life literally being snuffed out, as if it were only the flame of a candle. It was a portal straight to hell. And it was pulling you in.

Dracula turns away from Yoshimori, content to let his portal do the work. He stares at Thanos, having never met the tyrant who was also lover to his best and only friend, What business do you have in my castle?

Death
None of us could do this...or at least, none of us have reason to. I don't understand, what could be powerful enough to circumvent you, Destiny? She had never seen something capable of circumventing Destiny's book. To ensure that it was useless was beyond her and any other she knew.

Draxx

2010-10-13, 05:09 PM

Destiny
"It is not an important question. Something has." He says. "What matters is, how do we respond to it?"

Thanos
"My mistress asked me to help you as I can." He felt different. His body and abilities had been changed, as once more he was his mistresses avatar. He crosses his trunk-sized arms, and waits for instruction of the situation, in order to be of use.

doliest

2010-10-13, 05:13 PM

Dracula
You serve Death then? The cloak has hovered alongside Dracula, flitting back and forth, We were just finishing up with a few insects. Feel free to move through our army and enjoy the slaughter of the mortals. We wish to watch this entire world burn; a goal I hope you share.

Death
We stop it. It shouldn't be too difficult, as long as we can figure out who is responsible.

AnimeKid

2010-10-13, 05:16 PM

Yoshimori

Dracula shouldn't have turned his back. Yoshimori quickly creates a barrier around the portal stopping the suction completely. He then creates a zekkai around Dracula. You know what it does, and this time its powered up.

The Shoveler

2010-10-13, 05:24 PM

Vash
"We can improve my guns, but I don't want to get rid of them. They hold tremendous value to me," he says, rolling his way to Lea. He's prepared for anything.

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 06:12 PM

The Endless
When the universe was created, the Creator was younger and more prone to experiment. The world is flat, held on the back of four elephants themselves held on the back of a giant turtle, Great A'tuin.
Beneath the Giant Star Turtle, it's turtles all the way down. And if one was to go all the way to the very bottom, past an infinite of infinitums, they would find Maturin (Chelys galactica), the Cosmic Turtle, guardian of the Beam. The turtle swims through space, larger then the biggest star, it's great mind ponderous and slow, but ineffable and wise.
Maturin is a cosmic force that doesn't seem to have a purpose or reason. It simply is, and even you do not know more then that.
Why you chose this place to have your meeting, neutral ground though it is, is simple. Here you cannot be observed. Nobody, no matter their capabilities, cannot find you or influence you here. And Maturin doesn't mind lending you his shell for your discussions.

Team Nightside
Nobody has noticed the opening in the confusion of the coming battle. Now is your chance to sneak away, and quickly. There are a lot of wildlings out there, baying for blood.

John Shannow
The Low-men are all dead, and there is no sign of what killed them. They stink, and death has not improved their looks. Not even slightly.

Naoki and Minato
You emerge next to Yoshimori, out of the portal Dracula himself just made. It seems you've been cheated again. What is it about the two of you that makes people seem to want to get rid of you? Was it something you did or said?

Apokolips
A massive figure appears near the planet. A figure known and feared throughout the universe.
Untold millions of species have trembled at the sight of Galactus, and his mighty pink armor. Fear it! Fear his pink armor! He also wears a big hat. No hat is mightier then the hat of Galactus!
The universe has a long established method of dealing with aberrations like this. That is, in short, why Galactus exists. And this needs to be broken up.
So you have maybe thirty seconds to escape, before Apokolips gets eaten. That goes for everyone.

Lea, Vash
The thing continues it's rampage, blindly smashing. Many of the Heartless have two forms, and you suspect this is it's second, although you can't be sure. Either way, it's very vulnerable at the moment to sufficient firepower.

Dante, Roland, Blade, Ramirez
After a moment, Blade helps you, cutting things apart so the balloon rises sharply. As Roland feared, guns don't seem to be working.
But you're not rising nearly fast enough, and the tornado is blowing closer, tearing apart the landscape in it's desire to get to you.

Vin
"I suppose that's what you'd call it. I keep the law." She replies, fixing her hair in the rear vision mirror.
"Dresden's never talked about Mistborn before." She says, sounding very interested. Which she is. She deals with the supernatural world a lot, and she wants to learn all she can.

Solomon Kane
Not a lot you can improvise about that sort of wound. The blood is dark red, arterial, and massive. You can elevate the legs, and pressure it, but this sort of wound needs surgery just to have a chance.

Dresden
You appear by Arctis Tor, a frozen spire that towers into the heavens, surrounded by a garden of ice and statues. It appears empty, though you expect to find that's not the case. Thomas is with you, and Mouse has joined him.

industrious

2010-10-13, 06:37 PM

John Taylor

"Quiet. I'm concentrating."

There's a trick I learned, a small magic to take the bullets out of guns. Making a pair of fists like someone playing a shell game with their hands, I empty a magazine, and open my fists slowly, letting the bullets drop to the ground. I then repeat the process a few more times. I never carry a gun. Things like this happen too easily.

"Let's get out of here. Suzie, give us a distraction."

She pulls the pin out from a pair of frag grenades, and lobs them towards the bulk of the horde. She's done this sort of thing before; sown chaos to let her slip through the cracks when collecting a bounty.

Dream

Wonderful. Then I suppose we should ask the three of our number who are most involved. Or at least, who I suspect are involved, in any case. Desire? Are there any remarks you wish to say at this time?

Dream's enmity for desire is almost as old as Oa; in fact, it was Desire who had caused the end of Dream's first love. The Endless is cursed to forever be unlucky in that subject; no matter for how long or how passionately, all his relationships end badly.

Furthermore, if these events are occuring outside of your Book, Destiny, then it falls to Delirium to explain herself. At once.

He leaves the third Endless alone; they all do. Happy that he has (reluctantly) returned to them, but still wary and careful of upsetting him. The middle brother. The prodigal. Destruction.

Jack Hawksmoor

Frowning, he emails the disc to the New York Times, the Economist, the London Times...any reputable newspaper he can think of.

The Apokoliptian invasion catches his eye, and he rallies the Carrier for battle. Unlike the League, the Authority had no problems with mounting orbital weapons on their satellite. And they had very, very good targeting software.

Apollo

The battle raged on around him, and he had work to do. In such close quarters, his heat vision was next to useless; he preferred to work with his hands, anyway.

The Midnighter

"Tough."

He pulls the spear free, and separates the man's upper and lower halves. He'd survive. He'd be down for at least another hour, though.

"Thanks for the free swords."

What? That wasn't cool...stealing a man's katanas. He had named them, too...

darkblade

2010-10-13, 06:38 PM

Darksied

((I was this close to having Darksied lose completely and end this plotline but now I have to continue this Anti-Life plot. Your loss. :smalltongue:))

The reach of the Carrier and the power of Metal have both failed to throughly enough deliver the message of Anti-Life to the multiverse but there still is one more way, Darksied seen it before the Tower that connects everything if the Tower falls then so does everything within.

With that thought a Boom Tube is opened to the world of the Tower and the assorted bad guys go their seperate ways.

Although the heroes might have a small problem namely the fact that Asuka isn't letting the AT-Field around them drop. Better work on that quickly.

***

Dresden

I really didn't want to be here. I didn't want to have to do this but here I am. I walked towards the Spires looking for the Fae that makes her home their, I'm going to ask Queen Mad a favor.

***

Ramirez

The Warden holds on to the edge of the ship starring into the storm. It wasn't his favored element but it still is a major source of magic and can be harnessed by anyone with a little skill.

Focusing all the compounded energy within the storm and redirect it to the man they were chasing. A giant blast of pure power goes straight to Flagg.

Draxx

2010-10-13, 06:54 PM

John Shannow/Jack Sparrow
Jack, as it turned out, had no issue whatsoever with going through their pockets. Finding nothing that caught his attention, he tossed it aside, and turned to look at the grizzled wanderer.
"You see, I've got this honest streak in me -- in its own way, a sort of curse. Make pirating bloody difficult, really. But enough to recognize it takes one to know one. You're not going leave us here. Your too -" he made a face. "Honest. I hate honest men. They find the strangest thing important, and you can't fool them. That and you can never tell if they really are or just a dishonest man pretending. Enough to drive a man in circles."
"Sparrow..."
"Captain."
"Captain Sparrow. I will only say this once. You can stay with me as long as you're useful."
"I'm always useful."

Roland Deschain
Roland stares a moment at the face of his enemy, Marten Broadcloak, then draws the knife from his belt.
Hundreds of years, it had been, since he'd felt it.
Since Jericho hill, where his best friend and ka-mate had fallen. Cuthbert, who'd ridden down the hill to his death laughing and blowing the horn of Eld with his bloody lips.
Roland wouldn't let it happen again. Moving with the eerie, innate speed he had always possessed, the gunslinger knelt, smelling the rotten wood and rusted, rank metal. Clamped his hands with bruising strength around the cables that held the balloon to the cupola, he took his knife and slashed it away, letting it flap free.
The entire thing groaned and rolled, But Roland's balance never faltered, not for an instant. He did it again and again, until the bottom of the balloon fell away, and they hung from just the balloon, drifting, but rising. Soon, they'd fall, but they'd gained enough height, and the living tornado passed beneath them. Flagg had failed.
"I will catch you, phantom – ka will see to that. And when I do, you shall meet your reckoning, and answer to my hand." He said quietly, as they drifted, at the mercy of the wind as they waited to fall.

Thanos
The Titan crosses his arms at the next two arrivals. He doesn't recognize them, but he does see they are very powerful.

Asuka
"I thought I told you girl, you're not alone, even if you want to be. I'm your brother, like it or not. And as your brother, get up and stop feeling sorry for yourself. You have work to do."

Voldemort
Taking care to avoid Azazel, he takes out the book and studies it.

Destiny
"Now is not the time, brother." Destiny says quietly. "The matters go beyond such things. We are here to reach agreement, not rekindle old grudges." He says, but feels with a weary inevitability that there is no chance of that.

Murkus

2010-10-13, 07:06 PM

Master Chief

The Chief heads back towards the Carrier's armory, Cortana's voice carrying in his head all the way there. "Chief, this is astounding! The data I've recovered is simply unbelievable! Everything the multiverse has to offer us, the human race as a whole, layed out at my feet!" She seemed to relish that fact, stewing over what information she could retrieve from Oracle's damaged databases. She went on and on, about wormholes and quantum displacement, using terms Chief didn't understand and would never want to understand. She was more talking to herself than the soldier, anyway.

So. He was under orders again. The UNSC wanted him to support this 'Authority' in any way he could. It was a relief to have orders to follow again. But still, the team confused him. Was he their equal in rank, if they had no system of ranking? Would that make some amount of sense? If so, who would lead? His mind stewed at the thought of it. The whole setup was illogical. But at least he would be doing some good.

Cortana

Even while she spoke to the Chief, she spoke to Oracle's remains. The glowing AI circles the green figure, watching her steadily. "Your structure is fascinating. Would you kindly explain how you survived that? Dying, I mean?"

Azazel

He nods to Farson, walking off towards the horses. For the moment, it seems, he's comfortable with Nicodemus leading the way. They would all see the Tower, as far as Azazel was concerned. It didn't matter who led them there.

"It's been ages since I rode a horse." The old goat remarks, climbing up. He takes the saddle and reins with surprising quickness, no hesitation in his movements. "Like riding a bike."

Gordon Freeman

Jesus Christ, what a headache.

The Freeman blinked away the haze. In one spectacular, blinding moment of pain, Gordon decided that in his relatively short life his head had never hurt so much.

Urgh. It's like Saturday morning at MIT...

He was staring at a stone ceiling, a series of stone blocks curving downward in an arching ceiling. The wall that led to that ceiling was also in his field of vision, a dust-covered thing. Wow, Gordon, brilliant observations. What else can you-

Another bolt of pain shot through the physicist as he tried to sit up. It broke his concentration, and thinking better of it, decided to lay down a moment. Got to think. How had he gotten here?

Eli. That's right. Those things had murdered Eli, and then he'd fallen, and...

Gordon's face contorted with rage. The G-man. He'd come again in the dark, saying he couldn't be bothered with this anymore, said there were more important things for a 'man like himself' to be doing. What? What was more important than saving the human race?

The scientist sat up, fighting through the rapidly diminishing pain, lights dancing before his eyes. God, it hurt. But he had to move. Had to get through this. Wherever or whenever the G-man had put him, there was a reason he was there. There was something that needed to be done.

He mused at the connotations of 'whenever' as a definition of a place. Time-travel. The notion of that almost made him smile. Almost.

But how else could he explain all this?

Maybe he was insane. That was a notable idea. Maybe he was in the Black Mesa psych ward right now, dreaming all this. No. No, that couldn't be it. The pain felt too real for that.

Looked like he was in a cellar. A crappy one at that. Hay and crates lay in the corners. Everything smelled like a certain labor animal's rear end.

Well, Gordon's in Latveria. I'll let Cracklord decide the more exact location.

doliest

2010-10-13, 07:09 PM

Dracula
Dracula pushes himself up, the burns getting worse, but it's clear they aren't having enough effect to kill him any time soon. His eyes gleam as his portal expands, and inverts.

WELL PITFUL YOUKI, MEET THY KIN! Dracula lets any demons on the level he had opened the portal to out. He didn't care what was in there, he wanted the second annoyance dealt with.

Death
Destiny is right, Dream. We're here to solve problems, not make more. We can do that in the post universe saving party.

Ash
Ash decides to help out with plan 'cause chaos on battlefied to escape more easily' in his own special way-by letting the flamethrower on his chainsaw start burning anything near the group. Nothing like a good wildfire to start some chaos.

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 07:35 PM

Darkseid
That's beyond the source wall. You would be imprisoned within for your presumption.

Ka'tet
The gambit works, and the copula is torn to pieces by the tornado, but you are safe.
In the distance looms Thunderclap. The giant structure seems to be an amalgamation of a blocky gothic castle and the industrial revolutions dirtiest factory nightmare - a block stone folly of an ancient race, built to rule over the landscape. Great bulbous minarets spired skyward, and huge belches of fire coughed forth from tall chimneys atop foundries and processing lines. It's workshops, living quarters and dungeons glowered out at friend and foe alike. The industrial fires of smithies, smelters and incinerators made the fortress look like a restless volcano, accompanied by a loud clamor and the syncopated puffs of small explosions.
What's more, you are met with a second surprise. Eddie Riggs landed here when he was sent from Apokolips.

Dresden
Mab is waiting for you, looking every bit as beautiful, regal and terrible as she always does. Her smile at seeing you was slow, steady, and triumphant.
"And what is it that brings you here?" She asks, stroking the Grimalkin.

John Taylor
There are no conventional guns. Too difficult to bring and supply. And the artillery are nearly a mile away.
Just the same, the spell works, and you steal some twenty shells, each the size of a football.
Suzie lobbing grenades does indeed cause confusion, but there was already plenty of that. You should be able to slip through the lines.

Voldemort
Know, mortal, what I have seen. The world around you, that you blindly believe is so vast, is but a tiny grain of sand upon an infinite beach – just one planet among many, within one lone universe amidst an uncountable host.
Know also that your laughter, your happiness, your loves and your very lives are but weak sparks before a terrible, ravenous ocean. Whatever shape it may take, evil is always gathering, growing just beyond the narrow sight of mortal eyes, waiting to consume everything in its blind desire to feed. Should that dark tide roll in, your sparks will be extinguished forever.
The book begins. Magius was not one to beat around the bush.
Go North. You'll know when you get to then next step of the way.

Jack Hawksmoor
They receive it. They'll probably broadcast it tomorrow, once they've milked all they can from Light, but that's just business, and where would you be without relentless capitalism?

The Midnighter
Deadpool is down, but hasn't shut up. You'd be worried if he had. Alucard is standing on the top of the stairs, and firing at Shen with insane accuracy without even bothering to look at her.
Instead he's looking at you, and smiling, in a way that makes it very clear he's going to get onto you in a second.

Shen
Alucard draws his guns, an action that seems to take a long time, even accounting for their size and the length of his appendages. The Cassul and the Jackal, white and black, both enough to leave nothing but a fine red mist, a horrible mess and a certain regret. The Jackal had been designed to kill regenerators, the Cassul to punch through invulnerability. Both guns were artwork, in their way. With them, he is so deadly it defies belief. Opening his minds eye, he watches for where she will be, and, after a moment, fires, as fast as the mechanism can cope with, three bullets in the air at once.

Ash
Some of the bigger, nastier looking Spear Brothers charge at you, Bersark, while others mill around, confused. You're doing a very good job buying time, but once they get organized you'll be in trouble, one man army though you are.

Gordan Freeman
More comes back to you. You work as a special consultant to Planetary, as well as deciding what gets uncovered and what doesn't when things get political. You were helping with the quantum computer. Something about global communications going wrong, some sort of zombie plague, and then this. There is a blank space in between, that you can't quite figure out.
You can hear muffled voices and the tramp of feet above. The door, however, is locked. It's also wooden, with old fashioned hinges.

Azazel
Voldemort is consulting something. Something familiar. A book with bindings of Blue Leather, and silver.
Did he really think you wouldn't notice?

Master Chief
You beam down, landing behind Midnighter. A strange aspect of Deadpools regeneration is the more grievously he's hurt, the faster he regenerates. He takes maybe one minute or a gunshot, maybe an hour for a sprained ankle, and so on.
He's pulling himself together, lamenting his fate as he does so. "I just wanted to talk. Maybe ask him to see a movie, drinks some beer, steal a car, have some fun. You know? Why can't we all get along? Why can't we be friends? What's a guy to do?"

Team Dresden
Gilgamesh (six arms, not king of heroes) appears in the back of the truck. He doesn't look well.
Travis Touchdown, however, is in significantly worse shape.

The Shoveler

2010-10-13, 07:49 PM

Yukari and Flandre
It doesn't matter what Lucifer does, as Yukari walks to Flandre and opens a boundary between Illusion and Reality, stepping through it with the girl.
"Hey, Yukari! How's it going? Thanks for the save, by the way!"
"You were reckless, Flandre. Don't take an opponent so lightly."
"Really, I thought I WAS taking him seriously. Oh well, I guess some people are just impossible for me to fight."
"Just learn to take a hit and you'll be fine. However, why were you killing humans? I can get working with Dracula, he is your technical grandfather, but killing humans has been forbidden to us Youkai for many an age now."
"I'm sorry, Yukari. I was lost in the moment. I hadn't tasted the tea inside of humans since my birth and I was lost in the sensation."
"The means do not matter, what matters is that you broke the rules. Your punishment is fighting beside me and following my orders until this multiversal threat is over."
"What's a multiverse?"
And then there was silence as they appeared on the moon above Dracula's Castle. It turns red from the Scarlet's presence and there is a visible rift on it with bows attached at each end.
A voice rings out to all in Kansas.
"Apollo of the Authority, you have killed one of my own. For you there shall be no mercy."
She is standing on the moon within her Boundary. It's almost as if she was challenging you. Whether you take the challenge or the Death Note works its magic first is up to forces unseen (the players).

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 07:57 PM

Dracula
Another aspect of yourself appears. A Dead Apostle whose form is that of a phenomenon instead of a real creature, a disembodied “Curse” with the power to grant physical shape to the fears and rumors that circulate within a community. It has no definite form, though the name by which he is usually referred to belong to the first fear he ever manifested: the image of the vampire that was falsely believed to haunt the province of Walachia in Romania, Count Dracula. At that time, you had been cast out of the world, and it sustained itself in your kingdom until you returned.
The Night of Wallachia spreads, drawing on the fears.

Yukari
Mephisto is busy recovering from the boxing glove arrow (:smalltongue:), and Satan really doesn't care. Therefore, no problem.

doliest

2010-10-13, 07:59 PM

Ash
Ash grins, becoming a deadite as he charges into the disorganized horde, flamethrowing chainsaw ablazin'; he wanted to see just how far he could go.

Dr.Kovacs
He concentrated, 'Habib? What were you fighting before you died?

darkblade

2010-10-13, 08:14 PM

Dresden

"You know why I'm here. I need to get to the Tower." I said flatly.

"I know you have the power to get my allies and I there." Grammar is very important when dealing with Fae who take everything deadly literatally.

***

Team Dresden

Billy looks at the new appearing warriors in disbelief. "Someone tell me I did not just see a bad smelling hipster and seven would be Hindu deity appear in the back of this van with grevious injuries?"

Georgia shakes her head though. "No honey they are really there."

"We can't take them to the Hospital. That guy has seven arms, that won't go over well." Billy bemoans.

Michael looks back to the wounded Marcone. "You have private hospitals, some of your Doctors helped me after I was wounded at Demonreach. Where is the closest one?"

***

Ramirez

As Pandora lands Ramirez walks over to Eddie and checks the Roadie for injuries.

***

Asuka

"You're dead. I am alone." Asuka says curling up into a tighter little ball in the entry plug.

"Not even stupid Shinji is here to save me." She says taking her borrowed sunglasses off and dropping them into the LCL where they hapharzardly float around.

***

Darksied

But there are beings that cross that wall with ease to spread their terror to the multiverse, some of them even came to his aid with spreading Anti-Life. The Boom Tube is redirected to the Castle that Never Was.

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 08:27 PM

Team Dresden
Marcone is in no condition to reply to you. He's well and truly out cold. Tough and ballsy and driven by a sort of unstoppable enternal energy he might be, but a 4 x 4 is still a 4x4.

Dresden
She shakes her head, and you feel a little hope die. "That is well beyond me, Dresden. That is beyond the greatest of Gods, and even The Endless above them. None can simply travel to Leng, the concordance of all worlds. If I could get there, do you really think I wouldn't?" She laughs, a high, tinkling laugh.
"You have stepped through a doorway, and on the other side is the terrible, cold and uncaring universe, that threatens to overwhelm you. If you want to get to The Tower, Well, I can't take you all the way. But perhaps I can help you, for a price."

Ramirez
A concussion. Galactus is not cruel, merely hungry, and very good at his job. One big hand clutches Clementine, the other clutches the Separator. Ophelia is sprawled on top of him, and is bleeding from a scalp wound.

Darksied
You arrive with your new flunkies.

Dr.Kovacs
"I... don't remember. Along came a spider, but that's all."

Ash
A giant looms above you, swinging a massive sword almost twice as big as you. It's mount is nowhere to be seen.

doliest

2010-10-13, 08:45 PM

Dr.Kovacs
'Unfortunate. I suppose I will simply solve the smaller problems until this one becomes clearer.' He still didn't have a full idea how this power worked. He needed help on that; but at the moment, he needed to be aware for when something revealed itself.

He stepped out of the garden, turning and re-arriving in Arkham to meet his disciples and the third of Arkham they'd let live. Before he'd left, he'd given them an ultimatum-'Go back to your cells, or join us and help fix society.'

Ash
Ash laughs as he brings his chainsaw up to block it, "Oh no; IT'S STAY PUFF MARSHMALLOW MAN!"

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 08:52 PM

Ash
You are sent flying, your arm broken in three places, and send shards of metal flying as you smash part of the sword. You slam against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs, and watch the giant atack you again with a shaggy roar.

Dr.Kovacs
Most of them have agreed. Your methods are surprisingly effective.

doliest

2010-10-13, 08:56 PM

Dr.Kovacs
He smiled; always good to see people ready to take the first step in fixing their lives. First, he gave a general seperation- the more 'famous'/'skilled' criminals, and the ones who were less skilled, less notable. Everyone was important, but it was easier to build on existing skills to make his elite group with the lower group composed of abilities based on a general template.

Ash
As his demon's healing factor kicks in, admittedly slowly, he summons his shotgun to his hand, firing it. It shouldn't work in this realm....but his boomstick had never been loaded. It had always been summoned to his hand, always had a shot ready. He was never sure why....but it...she....had always been ready. He hoped she was this time.

Cracklord

2010-10-13, 09:02 PM

Ash
The giant's eye vanishes in a bloody mess, and it staggers back, roaring in confusion and anger. The wildlings are starting to get under control, and are stringing bows. Now is a good time to run, unless you want to be a porcupine.

doliest

2010-10-13, 09:03 PM

Ash
He grinned, firing rapidly and wildly as he ran, laughing all the while. He may just have united both sides. Against him.

darkblade

2010-10-13, 09:56 PM

Dresden

"You don't want to charge me for this one." I said crossing my arms before the Fairie Queen.

"Someone of your stature has to be aware of whats going down with the Tower. The Crimson King is within spitting distance of crushing it, ancient evils are awakening everywhere, time and space are falling apart. None of these are good for your dominion over nature. I'm here to fix the problem for you."

***

Team Dresden

"I didn't want to have to do this." Billy says before shifting into his wolf form and sniffing Marcone, trying to get a scent of his blood. A scent that should give him a trail to somewhere where Marcone has bleed before like he would at the Hospital.

***

Ramirez

((Human form Ophelia not Drowned Ophelia right?))

Ramirez always the Gentleman rips off the sleeve of his shirt and uses it to make a makeshift bandage for the girl and lifts her off of Eddie so they can better recover without making the other worse. It's not so he can get a better look at the hot Goth chick at all. Honest.

***

Darksied and Ivenzo

Ivenzo has already prepared for this meeting. "Heya there Darksied. Welcome to New Apokalips."

"Silence Nobody I require acess to the Tower and you shall grant it." The God says narrowing his eyes.

"I got no problem with that I'm just here to give you something else. You remember Wednesday. Ugly Third World God, one eye, far too close to his pet Wolf." Ivenzo says. "Summoned your Father to try killing you."

"He has been dealt with." Darksied scowls further.

"Of course he has thats why I'm offering you his job. How'd you like to be the vessel of Darkness as well as that Anti-Life stuff. I mean they are pretty damn similar already." Ivenzo replies raising his hands in a defensive pose.

"Your offer appeals to Darksied. Continue." The God says taking Wednesday's old throne.

"Let the man himself explain it, yo Darkness I got your Vessel power him up man."

***

Oracle

"I was infected with an alien computer Virus a few years back but I managed to defeat it's programing. The hardware that allowed it to cross between the digital and physical remained though, you can probably still see the circuitry on my left thigh if you looked. I've been experimenting with it and when things started getting bad I used it to transfer my consiousness into the Carrier's system and here we are." Oracle explains removing the last bit of Anti-Life from the system with her digital sword.

industrious

2010-10-13, 10:45 PM

Team Nightside

I start forward.

"Idiot boy...come on, we have to get"

Suzie hits me across the back of the head, and I see stars. Not fun. Not at all. I'd be fine in less than a minute. But she needed less time than that.

"Sorry, John. But he's made his choice. And we have a job to do."

Lugging me over her shoulder was perhaps the second-most humiliating experience of my life. And I mind-wiped myself and everybody involved so that I can't remember the first.

Dream

This is hardly the time for past grudges? I speak facts, not fancies. We each have our own functions and spheres of influence; each of us should be able to yield insight onto this matter. The Heartless belong to Despair; the Orange and Violet Lanterns to Desire. Gods fall under my domain; and Delirium is the only one who knows the paths outside of Destiny's book. Must we place politics before everything?

Dream stares at his older sister. He hasn't mentioned that she's dating Thanos. Because once he says that, they might as well postpone the meeting. They had agreed on rules against relationships during their last family get-together.

Shen

Shen, on the other hand, uses her stolen ring to great effect, using it to craft a sand mandala around Dracula, attempting to bind the vampire into place.

At the same time, she ducks and weaves throughout the sky; her wings folding and rippling in mid-flight. She wasn't the fastest superhero in the sky, but she was close. And unlike the ones faster than her, she didn't have much else other than her speed. Some super-strength(barely a ton) and durability, a very handy tracking ability, and good eyesight. She knew how to use that speed to her advantage.

Elijah Snow

"I'm listening, Doom."

He'd have to talk to Yagami at some point before he left. Elijah makes a note of it.

Gulping

2010-10-13, 10:55 PM

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAH?!

We cut to a scene of a young man lounging in a chair, reading webpages on a laptop. He pauses, looking at the screen with a baffled look on his face.

"Uh, what just happened?"
He picks up a small yellow book labeled TWILIGHT VII: GULPING'S NOTES and begins flipping through it, looking at the situations that his characters were in prior to Galactus coming and throwing everyone out of the pool.

Eddie Riggs, Scott Pilgrim, and Gilgamesh were on Apokolips, engaging Darkseid and his cronies in an epic ROCK OFF. Eddie and Scott had just taken on the mantles of Kamen Riders Zanki and Todoroki, respectively, in order to enhance their rocking.

Travis Touchdown was on the Authority's Home Earth, trying to recover from the effects of the Anti-Life Broadcast.

The Stig was going into Low Earth Orbit, in order to increase his field of scanning. He had seen Light Yagami's broadcast, but wasn't doing anything about it, yet.

Lea was about to use a LIMIT COMMAND with Vash to ruin the hell out of Lex Luthor's Heartless.

Hayato Jin was kind of stuck in Death's Dimension after he tried to tell The Endless about The Crimson King, and apparently failed, since they're all faffing about over 'WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS MESS'

Ryoma Nagare was heading back to Apokolips to lend whatever support he could to the defenders of awesomeness, but that's not going to happen anymore, so he's kind of drifting.

Naoki Kashima and Minato Arisato have just been thrown into Castle Dracula, and that situation cannot end well for anyone.

Caim is still unconscious after the Power of Rock lightly singed his brainmeats.

Benkei Kuruma is still in Hannibal's room with King Mickey. Bullets have no effect on Hannibal for the same reason nothing else works, something which has never been adequately explained, and since Benkei's the Badass Normal of Getter Team, things are at a stalemate.

Musashi Tomoe will not be appearing in this story again unless everything goes so incredibly far up S**t Creek that the intervention of someone who can cut a black hole into pieces is needed for some reason.

Dante was trying to pilot Pandora's newest form the hell away from Randall Flagg, who was being a cheap bastard and using a tornado to deflect bullets. Then his allies went to Plan Break Things and now that form's worthless for the rest of the game. Dante is having bad luck with equipment here.

Then Galactus showed up and everything went all screwy when he destroyed Apokolips.

Now Eddie is in the Tower with Team Ramirez, he has Clementine (which he gave to Scott) back but Nevan (received from Dante) is gone. Ophelia has also inexplicably showed up, which is odd because she wasn't anywhere near Eddie.

Scott is nowhere to be found.

Gilgamesh has joined up with Team Dresden, as has Travis. Pure White Giant Glastonbury (Travis' mech) is missing.

Hayato is still stuck, and without Getter Base, the only place he can manifest meaningfully is Disney Castle, thanks to the Cornerstone's presence.

The Heroic Hearts Musashi delivered to Getter Base have presumably been lost. One of them was Kamina's (the swirling light one), but the other heart's identity will remain shrouded in mystery.

That recap done, he closes the book and sets about composing actual responses to everything that's now happening. Self indulgence is fine, but there's a limit. This has probably surpassed it.

#-#-#-#

Lea

"That won't be necessary. Now hold onto your hat, because this is going to be a helluva ride!"

LIMIT!

"EXPLOSION!" Suddenly, both Lea and Vash begin moving in sync, performing complicated, acrobatic motions while firing scores upon scores of firey bullets towards Luthor's Heartless. Despite the fact that they should be perforating the entire room, every shot homes in on the monstrous fiend, pounding it with fireballs.

"WILDFIRE!" Moving into the second phase of the Limit, the two warriors break away, leaping towards Luthor's Heartless and taking up firing positions on each side. In unison, they begin attacking, pouring both shells and flames onto the hulking creature, roasting and cratering its thick hide.

"And now for the big finish!" Leaping back together, Lea starts spinning up his Keyblades as Vash readies the Angel Arm. As the Human Typhoon takes aim, The Flurry of Dancing Flames lets his weapons fly, allowing them to position themselves directly in front of the barrel of the Plant's massive cannon, where they transform into two blazing coronas.

"Let it rip! PROMINENCE!" On Lea's command, Vash fires, the Keyblade-rings focusing the shot and transforming it into a violet bolt of fire; far hotter than any star, that smashes into Luthor's face with exactly the kind of force you'd expect.

*BATHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

"Hahahaha! That was AWESOME! I love these freaking things! We NEED to do that again sometime! WHOO!" Lea is exultant over the success of his first attempt at a Limit Command. It appears to have met all his expectations and then some.

Naoki and Minato

The two Japanese high-schoolers look around at their new surroundings, taking in the decor and inhabitants. The decidedly demonic looking one sighs and puts his hands in his pockets, slumping into a slouch. "I think that Emperor Pyro there just screwed us over, Arisato." His heavenly-seeming companion simply nods. "Indeed. Although this is a rather intimidating looking abode, I doubt that whatever dwells here is the actual cause of the disturbances. I think he was just answering as quickly as possible in order to get us to leave." "Keh, lousy firey-headed s**tstain. Remind me to blow up his house or something."

The Demi-Fiend groans and stomps over to the nearest window as the Wild Card stows his sword in one of his caskets, taking out a large white lyre as he does so. He remains where he is as he begins to play, a slow, haunting tune of little note.

"Looks like a pretty big fight's going down outside." He cricks his neck as he observes everything going on in the surrounding area. "Eh, why not join in? I could use some stress relief." With a single, lazy-looking kick, he smashes the window, opening a route to where the action is. "You coming, Minato?" The addressed shakes his head. "I'll pass. Enjoy yourself with whatever's happening out there." "Psh, wiener." With that, Naoki leaps out the window, joining the big brawl on the Castle Grounds.

Minato just shrugs and continues to play, his eyes shifting lazily from one occupant of the room to another. "I assume that one of you opened that gate?"

The Shoveler

2010-10-13, 11:03 PM

Vash
(...mind=blown)
"Haha!" he says, clasping hands with Lea. "We need to do that again! This is a team-up I can truly get behind." He looks at what remains of the Heartless. That was some serious sh*t right there.

Colesign

2010-10-13, 11:17 PM

Vin

Vin instantly draws a dagger and holds it to Travis's throat as he and Gilgamesh materialize within their van.

Then she hesistates, then slowly sheathes the blade.

"Lord Ruler." She mutters.

Solomon Kane

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain." Solomon says reflexively.

Sanya

Sanya kneels before Door. "Miss Door: go to Suzie and stick close to her: she'll protect you. I need to go rescue Ash, but I'll be back soon. Okay?"

With a classic Russian Grin, Sanya turns, rubs snow all over his cloak, then vanishes into the night.

There's nothing more dangerous than a Russian in the middle of Winter. Rifle at the ready, Sanya sneaks up to the Wilding front lines, where he can get a good view of Ash.

Then he raises his Mosin Nagant and shoots one of his assailants in the head. Then he shifts his position and does it again. And again.

He tries to keep an eye on the Wildling camp as well, to see if anyone strange is wandering around here.

Gulping

2010-10-14, 02:28 AM

Ryoma

"What the ffffffffffffffffffffffffff~" Ryoma's mind locks up as he takes in what's left of Apokolips.

Which is pretty much nothing. Galactus is quite thorough.

"~CK HAPPENED HERE!?" Gritting his teeth, he urges Black Getter onwards, searching for any clue as to the fate of Getter Base, what was going on before the planet was destroyed, and anything else Hayato might want to know about.

Dante

Eddie? Holy s**t. It's Eddie! C'mon, bro! Wake up! Dante rushes over, slapping his fellow half-demon back into consciousness.
Uuuuuuhhh...gah! F**k! Ow! Stoppit! Ow! Dammit I'm awake already! Enough with the slapping! Agh, my head. Feels like I spent the night in a cement mixer. Whoa, Dante. That you? Haven't seen you since the concert!
Yeah, I know Eddie. What are you doing here? I heard that music earlier and I KNEW it had to be you! What the hell was that about? Where's the other guys? Were they with you?
Most of us, yeah. Me and Scott at first, but we found Gil and Travis pretty damned quick, and then everything was just crazy. We were rescued by this weird race-car driver guy who spoke through a radio, who flew us around in his goofy helicopter-shaped space fighter, and we met a weird brain guy, escaped from a hostile alien spaceship, fought some huge three headed golden dragon thing, and rode around in a giant robot car!
Giant robot car? Like the one that rat-bastard Servant took over?
No, a different one. It was less a car that turned into a giant robot, and more a car used to control a giant robot. It had an old Plymouth for a head for some reason. It was awesome.

After that, everything's muddled and foggy; some a-hole decided to try and transmit some weird hypnotic bulls**t to the entire universe, and we ended up on this weird planet made of metal or something. I decided 'hey, why not do what that weird guy did, but instead of whatever lame crap he put out, transmit a kick-ass Metal concert to the entire universe!
That's the most awesome idea in the history of ideas. Lemme guess, something went wrong.
F**king hell did it ever! First, a bunch of weird c**ksuckers show up, including Doviculus, who I SWEAR was dead last time I saw him, what with his head not attached to his body and all, so me, Gil, Scott, and this guy who was driving the robot start fighting them, and then the prick who was doing that lame reading thing pops up with a bunch of his buddies and STEALS OUR GIG!
You're S**TTING ME!
I wish! Anyway, so he jacks our stuff and starts playing his own music, and then this really, Really, REALLY scary fat little Asian dude shows up. He threatens to kill everyone there, but he decides not to for some reason, and he turns to me, and he says that he'll give me one shot at ending this, and if I f**k up, HE'S doing it HIS WAY.
What was 'his way?'
I don't know, nor do I want to know. Anyway, then some other guy's giant robot crashes in, saying that he wants revenge on the creepy broadcast guy for killing his brother. Broadcast Guy says 'ROCK OFF' I say 'HELL YES' and we bring the noise, but then Broadcast Guy brings in this little girl to sing this cutesy s**t, and I was like 'I'll show you a female singer' and was going to have Nevan get on vocals, but before we could do anything, this ENORMOUS purple dude shows up, and next thing I know, here I am.
Wow, that's way cooler than my story. All I had was an existential crisis, a bout of ninja-fighting, and some f**ked up version of The Wizard of Oz where it turns out that the Wizard is actually a really huge amount of rat people. Then there was some douchebag who tried to kill us with a tornado, and now we're here.
Yeah, my story IS way cooler.
No arguments there, bro.

By the way, where IS Nevan?

.......fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffFFFF ~

Travis and Gilgamesh

WHY THE F**K DOES EVERYTHING HURT?! AAAAAAAAAGH!
Sir Travis! It is good to see you again, although I wish it were under better circumstances! I too am wounded severely!
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIII*****T! GAH! GAAAAAAAAA!
Grgh, you could be less vocal about it, Sir Travis...
F**K YOU GIL! MY SPIIIIIIIIIIINE! AAAAHGHAHAGAHGAHGA
Ugh! I see! You fine people, the ones driving this 'automobile,' is it? We need healing. Rather badly.

Also, I appear to be missing one of my arms. I only count seven, and I normally have eight. That's immensely bad.

Cracklord

2010-10-14, 02:29 AM

Quenthal Baenre
Malus Darkblade is staring up at the sky in rapture. There is no pleasure like commanding men in battle, there is no pleasure greater then to be worshiipped after victory, and even these humans, unworthy of being more then fodder as they might be, gave him that feeling.
The helicopter is hovering above the lines. Even the wall looks tiny from up here, the men who guard it looking no more then ants.
And yet, Farson is not the commander he could be.
The wall is miles long, the Watch can't hope to guard every inch of it, even with the Kings men. Malus had suggested splitting them up, and attacking every gate simultaneously so as to prevent them gathering their stregnth, or to use boats to send a strike force around. Both suggestions had been refused. Farson, it seemed, cared even less for his resources then you two do.
You see the flashes, and you get a sense of something. Something very like the man you've been tracking all this time.

The Stig, Kos-Mos, Anyone dealing with the alien invasion.
At last, the parasites are activating, as the victims once more begin moving. They are tearing anything on hand apart, and appear to be using it to build something.
They are using everything at hand, but it's not built enough yet to tell what it is.

Lea
Luthor's Heartless is dead. You feel much better, like you're finally getting somewhere. Of all the new organization, he wasn't the most powerful but he was definately the most dangerous.
You haven't lost anyone yet, but if you know Zexion (and you do. You learned to think alike from games of pictionary painted in Riku's blood (his idea, though you did the stabbing), so much so that you can practically read each others mind) he's planning something big.
If you want, I'll write up where everyone is and what they are all doing.

Benkei
Hannibal's vanishing act has been retconed into the easiest explanation, a hall of mirrors. I trust you'll solve that in a moment, it's really not a very difficult puzzle, but it's all I can think of after the lectures I just went through.

Darkseid
Shaidar Haran appears. He smiles, a lipless, humorless smile. "Yes. Yes, I think you'll do nicely. Do you wish to enslave the universe, end the aberration that is life and free will and restore it all to clarity?"
He seems amused, as though the fade sees something in it that you don't.

Dresden
Mab smiles. "I cannot make exceptions, much as I would like to. It would set a bad precedent." She gives you a smoky look that's as real as a three dollar bill but no easier to resist for that. "Of course, if you were a member of my court things would be different. I would do everything in my power to help my champion in this matter."

Team Nightside
"That's a very pretty headband. Family heirloom, perhaps?" The good man says, barring your way, a blacker shadow in the darkness, still holding his sword.
Tommy steps infront of her, and you realize with a sinking feeling that the little fool is going to try and make a fight about it.
"How do we know you're really there? Or that you exist at all? Afterall, given that we have no prior reference -"
He holds up his finger, then points it, stopping Tommy dead in his tracks. "Strange things, guns." He says, conversationally. "They themselves have no intent. No ability to kill. No discression. They can't fire on their own. They can't aim themselves. That all comes from the man pulling the trigger. He decides who lives and dies with a twitch of his finger. So can the gun be said to have any meaning at all? It's nothing more then a prop, and the killing all takes place in here." He taps his head with his other hand, then twitches his outstretched finger, and a pingpong ball sized hole appears between Tommy's eyes. he falls over, quite dead.
Farson smiles behind his mask, and draws his sword, rusty, jagged and notched. You think now you understand why Oberon wants him dead. "As for you, let's find the breaking strain, shall we?"

Shen
Your ring is getting very close to running empty, given both the use you've been getting out of it, and your lack of a way to recharge it. Maybe you can pressure Chance to lend you his later.
You are also discovering how hard it is to imprison a being that has all the powers of a Scrodiger cat, that can be anywhere in an instant. It's painfully clear he's toying with you. It's equally clear that, as humiliating as it might be, it's better then the alternative.
Given his powers, he's still hitting you, as he is firing wherever you will try to dodge, knowing before you do, so you need to yuse the rings dwindling charge to protect you as well.

Scott
You open your eyes. You are in what appears to be the storeroom of a monastery. You have your guitar, and nothing else. Something strange is going on.
What's more, the only other person in the room is Gordon Freeman.

You have a suspicion you are in Latveria. You know a little about Latveria, thanks to geography class mostly. You know it's somewhere in Eastern Europe, and run by a man named Doom.

Elijah Snow
"Doom has rethought a few things. His considerable intellect has noted several international problems, that show no signs of resolving themselves without his visionary leadership, and that's persistence has begun to irritate him. As such, I would like to discuss a few inventions being integrated into the mass market. A perpetual motion machine, a more efficient method of producing electric vehicles without the expense, and a few others. It is important, however, that they be seen to be approved by you before they are sent into the world, as many seem suspicious of his brilliance due to their own inadequacy."
He leaves you speechless. He's plotting something, and this offer is only to put you on the back foot. Just the same, its startling to see how much he's got you leavers figured out.

Team Dresden
It takes you an hour, but you find the hospital. Gilgamesh and Travis are just stunned, and should be up shortly, though Gilgamesh is still short one limb. Marcone...
He might recover. He has very good doctors.

Travis Touchdown
You are sprawled on the back seat of a van, sharing the seat, a word here that means sprawled on the lap, of a man.
He's well built, like a swimmer, and his white dress shirt was open at the waist, exposing his muscled chest and washboard stomach. Over his shirt was a black leather jacket that hugged his shoulders and arms. Black leather pants and shiny boots completed the ensemble, of some Greek god of Body cologne or something like it.
You are very heterosexual, and anybody who says different is not going to be covered by any insurance companies, but you can't help but notice how good he looks.

Ramirez
Human form. She doesn't respond. She's surprisingly heavy, all that sinew.

Eddie
My honest mistake. Sorry, I'm a little mixed up. Change his equipment as appropriate.

You wake up with the painful after effects of what feels like a really wild party. You're in a dessert, and Roland (who sucked at video games) and Dante are looking down at you, as well as two unfamiliar people.

Ka'tet
It's a mark of just how disoriented you all are that you didn't notice Godzilla until now.

Sanya
You hamstring a giant and take out six of the savages, making the remaining ten fall back. You're fairly lucky, you're far enough from the gate that the bulk of the army is no where near you. They're not as intimidated this time, however, and should be coming back with more soon. And you don't like the idea of fighting Woolly mammoths, or thousands of savages from a warlike society. Not at all.
Unfortunately, Ash doesn't see it that way.

Godzilla
You arrive. But this isn't New York. It's some other giant fortress, that looks something like a volcano. Then again, you didn't come all this way not to destroy everything...

AnimeKid

2010-10-14, 05:31 AM

Yoshimori

He gives the portal a sideways glance and sees the two new arrivals taking care of it. Then from insid the orb a disembodied voice says, "Dammit I need more power, GIVE ME A HAND KARASUMORI!" With that the power of Karasumori manifest in the form of a small child and says, "You got it Yoshimori, one power boost coming right up." Karasumori then glows with power and a purple aura surrounds Yoshimori before dying down. Yoshimori's already massive power has just recieved another boost and since he was part Youkai now the boost gives him much more power than it normally would. With a wave of his index and middle fingers a now seven layered barrier has now surrounded Dracula and implodes with amount of power that is almost impossible to describe. Stronger barriers and more layers ensure that Dracula will be really hurting now.

Fayt

In the middle of the mans rant he is bisected by a flaming sword as Fayt teleports behind him and immediatly slashes him in half. He looks at the party and says, "Sorry I'm late, is everyone ok?"

KM(Mary)

Seeing the hosts move into action she quickly jumps to a roof and scans the contraption their are making to see if she can match its base compounds and current structure to anything in her database. Her R-Cannon is on standby for incase it is dangerous.

Cracklord

2010-10-14, 06:16 AM

Fayt
You cut him, your sword going through leather and strike-plates, just below his ribs. He rolls away as soon as he feels it, but you caught him unprepared, and there is now a long, ugly gash below his ribs.
A bit higher and you would have got a kidney, which is a fatal wound. But you were too high by a whisker.
He turns, and flicks back a reply aiming for your face, that you parry, and his sword snaps into spinning shards. The jagged foot or so of blade he's still holding, however, does not slow, and scours a line across your face.
Still holding the broken sword, he steps back and points it at you, with far more confidence then someone with a broken sword should have.

Doliest
Dracula in all of his myriad of forms is turned over to you, to do with as you will. Unless you want me to play the others, it's up to you.

KM
They seem to be building what is essentially the opposite of nano-machines, massive structures with no form of wiring, chips or power, as though the structures of molded metal, stone and plastic will perform some unknown purpose. The principle is so alien you can't even begin to understand the principle of it.

AnimeKid

2010-10-14, 06:44 AM

Fayt

He keeps his eyes trained on him and takes a deep breath. He needed a way to beat this guy fast. That broken sword still had an edge and while Fayt had the advantage in reach he had the advantage in speed, plus he was a little to confident with that sword. So the best thing to do was to catch him off guard, but with what? A destruction beam might miss and hit his team. Suddenly he gets an idea. Clenching his left fist he throws it forward and says "FIREBOLT" this symbological spell sends forth multiple fast moving fireballs that home in on the enemy. So his opponent now has six fireballs headed striaght for him. Plus while his vision is obscured he is open to attacks from both parties. So Fayt capitalizes on this by firing a destruction beam.

The Tygre

2010-10-14, 09:21 AM

Elric
The Melnibonean's eyes widen as he asks, "Would I be mistaken in asking if this universe just rebirthed itself?"

Quenthel
The priestess feels the energy, like a spider tracing a fly in its web. She focuses on the signal, hoping to track it, pinpoint its location.

Colesign

2010-10-14, 09:41 AM

Vin

The Mistborn raises her hands. "I don't know, Kel...Uh, Elric. I'm just trying to roll with it."

Solomon Kane

"With God's grace, these men shall recover... By God's Breath, I never thought I'd say that about a mobster."

The Puritan leans over Travis. "What is your name, my child?"

Sanya

Sanya takes a break from the fire support of Ash to shift his aim and put a headshot through Farson's skull.

darkblade

2010-10-14, 11:17 AM

Team Dresden

Morbius poitently clears his throat at Solomon's comment. He turns his attention to Gilgamesh. "You're missing an arm. I can do a transplant if you can find me a dead one."

It's true he put the Punisher back together once after he was chopped up into several peices. Sure he was a Frankenstien-eqsue monster for a while but he was alive.

***

Dresden

"Reality itself is dying and you're still trying to con me into taking your Job? Rather low brow for a Sidhe much less the Winter Queen to blackmail someone like this." I smirked at Mab, she was relentless in this matter.

"So what exactly happens if I say yes?"

***

Cass

Cass swings back up to the rooftops to get a better look at whatever was being built. Property damage was bad but not enough to start beating down innocent victims yet.

***

Darksied

"That is the purpose of Anti-Life." Darksied states flatly.

"To end the suffering of choice. To force all into the will of Darksied."

Ivenzo smiles. "Yeah I like this guy."

***

Mickey

Thats simple enough to deal with, the Getter Energy from Benki is more than enough to power the Blue Power Ring like a Green Ring would. He fires a small blast into one of the mirrors, it should bounce around the reflexctions until it eventually finds the real thing.

***

Ramirez

"Dante, you know this guy?" Ramirez asks.

"There were a lot of weirdos in Forks but I think I'd remember some kind of Biker Barbarian and his Goth girlfriend."

Colesign

2010-10-14, 12:14 PM

Solomon Kane

The Puritan turns to look at Morbius with a confused expression. "What? I said "Mobster".

darkblade

2010-10-14, 02:29 PM

Team Dresden

"Of course." Morbius says slightly skeptical, the hasty retcon of your post not saving his suspicion.

"Regardless I haven't fed in a week. Aamoracus can only do so much for my curse. I'm going to go help myself to the mobster's bloodbank." Morbius says setting off to find himself a meal.

Meanwhile Billy looks over Travis in disbelief. "Dude? Is that a lightsaber?"

Colesign

2010-10-14, 03:26 PM

{I did honestly mean to say 'Mobster', darkblade *shrug*}

Vin

"Light...Saber?" Vin asks in confusion.

darkblade

2010-10-14, 03:44 PM

Team Dresden

((I figured that. I just found this slightly amusing so I ran with it.))

Billy looks at Vin skepitcally for a second before remembering she's from another world. "A sword made of light. Light-Saber, get it? It's from an old legend."

Legend, much easier than explaining movies to someone with no concept of film.

Gulping

2010-10-14, 03:49 PM

Travis and Gilgamesh

Lightsaber? Like in freaking Star Wars or something? Not quite; these things are Beam Katanas. They look similar, but the mechanics of how they work are completely different. I wish I could get a real lightsaber though; these things are pretty freaking good, but really, they have a hard time cutting through decent STEEL. It's quite possible to fight these with a normal sword. If you want one of your own, try looking it up on the internet sometime, that's how I got my first blade.

Wow, why the f**k am I telling you this? I must be doped up or something. Travis' assortment of swords is laid out next to his hospital bed; consisting of the Blood Berry, Tsubaki Mk-III, the two-sword Rose Nasty set, and the new one he got from Naomi in the mail with the Rising Kuuga accessory, but hasn't had a chance to use yet.

Might as well describe the thing since we're on the subject: It's big, like 4-pound Maglite big. It's obviously the design descendant of the high-powered Tsubaki Mk-II and Peony beam katanas that were used in its construction. Featuring a flat black casing with metallic red handgrips, the handle's a good foot and a half long, and the hilt assembly is a spearhead-shaped deal that looks like it might be able to split into two.

Presumably this has some relation to how the weapon functions, since the Mk-II was a combine-like five-bladed monstrosity and the Peony's blade was nothing short of enormous and felt like it had physical mass. It is unlikely that this weapon was designed for anything other than maximum destructive power.

Ah, that would be most kind of you, sir. I would not be capable of fighting at my full potential if I was to remain so disarmed! However, until such time as I can be returned to my normal complement of appendages, I will continue to fight valiantly for whatever cause you fine people wish me to! I am now indebted to you!
What about your debt to me, Gil? Forget about that?
Of course I haven't, Sir Travis! I will fulfill all of my obligations, for I am the great Gilgamesh! Valiant swordsman and collector of mythic weaponry! Haha!
..Yeah, you are. That's his story. I'm Travis Touchdown, and I'm supposed to be on vacation. You can see how well that s**t's working out.

darkblade

2010-10-14, 04:03 PM

Team Dresden

Billy looks up at Georgia with pleading eyes. She shakes her head though, "Not on your life Billy. Beside's you are already a werewolf what would you do with a beam Katanna?"

Billy looks dejected but shrugs it off.

"You're carrying that many swords on vacation? You from LA or something?" Billy asks looking over the assorted weapons, it should even be possible to carry that many swords at once.

Morbius comes back from the back room carrying a spare arm and a blood bag with a straw in it. "Everyone out of the room but the patient. This is a messy procedure, the Doctors that work here normally don't even want me doing this."

Murkus

2010-10-14, 04:26 PM

Azazel

Voldemort might suddenly find a firm hand on his spindly shoulder. I think you know what he'll find if he turns. "I suppose I should've seen this coming, Voldie."

Master Chief

He glances between them, growing a bit startled at being beamed down to Earth. Teleportation made him feel nauseous. He'd had enough of that with Guilty Spark.

He asks the obvious question. "Are you people with the Authority?"

While they answer, Cortana looks up any files that the Carrier had on them, to confirm their identities and membership.

Gordon Freeman

The theoretical physicist had never liked that red tape stuff. As the memories of being a consultant come back to him, he likes it even less so. But it was a job. In the long run, maybe he could find his way back to his homeworld. Or wake up from this dream. Whichever came first.

He was still wearing that armor. The HEV suit. Real nifty stuff. And it was the closest thing to home Gordon could have these days. It felt... comfortable.

There was something else. In the corner, a dull, yet familiar metal gleam... A smile split the physicists face. His old friend, the Black Mesa brand crowbar. It was here too. The Freeman scurries over and snatches it up, testing the weight. Same old, same old. Felt good in his grip.

With a violent swing of one arm, Gordon shatters a nearby crate, working off some frustration. It almost frightened him how much he was beginning to enjoy breaking things.

He sighed, listening to the tramping. Time for another day on the job. Yes, he mused, Mr. Gordon Freeman, theoretical physicist, MIT graduate, murderer of dozens, savior of thousands. That's gonna look great on a resume.

With a weary determination in his motions, Gordon bashes the lock off the trapdoor. He pushes it open before the lock hits the ground, poking his bespectacled head out and taking everything in.

If it's not locked from the inside, Gordon will probably just try and pry it open with the crowbar.

Colesign

2010-10-14, 06:03 PM

Vin

"Well, whatever your swords are made of, this is the Dresden Crew. I'm Vin the Mistborn, these two are Werewolves, that's Murphy, and that's Morbius."

Solomon Kane

"I am Solomon Kane, Wanderer and Adventurer." The Puritan replies.

Cracklord

2010-10-14, 07:54 PM

Travis
"And I'm Thomas." The man whose lap you are still on says, staring at you pointedly. "And I'd like it if you could move."

Organization Headquaters
The organization is well spread out. Darkseid is with Shaidar Haran being upgraded. GLADOS, Doviculus, Hades, Sephiroth, Ivenzo are all there with him. The others are apparently doing their own thing.
Of the invaders, Vash the Stampede, Lea, Vincent Valentine and Scrooge McDuck just killed Luthor, both his nobody and his Heartless. Benkei, King Mickey and Mitsarugi are fighting Hanibal, and Goofy is alone amongst the tainted Coil, being put through some truly horrendous things.
The rest are just generally fighting, but they are all NPC's anyway except Yoshimitsu. The Ninja's are nowhere to be seen, but no doubt they'll strike soon.

Mickey
He staggers under the blow, and all the reflections of him stagger as well. Then the six around you change, and Nobody assasains step out from the reflective surfaces. It seems it's occurred to him he should take advantage of his resources a little.

Castle Dracula
Midnighter and Master Chief have to get through Alucard to go any further this way, and he does not look like he has any intention of stepping aside and letting you do so.
However, the majority of his focus is on Shen, who is very much out of her league. Fighting Alucard is a job for Apollo or Magog, not an ordinary, squishy human, or even an extraordinary one. For instance, his celerity and ability to read minds and shoot where opponents are going to be makes his bullets almost impossible to dodge. And that is the least of your worries if he actually gets close enough to fight you.

Apollo is still fighting in Lois Lane's house, and is destined to kill her soon. Currently, that means fighting masses and masses of undead, and Flandre is still around there somewhere. Namor arrives, and helps out, and the two of them begin to kill as many as possible.

Jackson King, Black Bolt, and Black Adam are doing another offensive on the other side, and managing to keep them essentially contained. No more spreading for the creatures of the night.

A few stragglers have got through, but the more normal members, to whit Christine and Jenny Sparks, and are running a cordon and keeping them from getting any further.

Hawksmoor
You close the browser looking at Spawn to see Strange, staring at you. His fingertips are pressed firmly together, and his eyes are narrow. You're not even going to ask how he got here. You wouldn't understand the answer, anyway.
"You sent for me."

Yukari/Naoki
The figure of a Japanese teenage student leaps out of the castle central keep, throwing himself over Gothic spires and gargoyles to land in the courtyard unharmed, the sheer power of his presence disintegrating several zombies. Only to look up at Yukari.
This is no doubt much the same way Darkseid felt when being introduced to

Minato
Dracula and the spirit of the man who became Dracula, Thanos of Titan (consort of Death) and what seems to be a being made up of the fears and terror caused by Dracula are in the room, fighting a Japanese martial artist who is very much out of his league.
About now it occurs to you that perhaps Dormannu didn't screw you over after all. I mean, they all clearly work for the same being, to whit Death, and if anyone has the power to mess with the multiverse like this it's Death.
Of course, even for you that's bad news. Dream actually made Satan leave hell and quit for good, which is crazy **** even by your admittedly high threshold for existential muscle.
So maybe you should be talking to the Endless. Of course, you have to make one of them talk to you first.

Hayato
Apokolips has moons, and it was the work of a few moments to move your base. It didn't stop you from calling Galactus over and coercing a favor out of him, however. Your glasses are half-full, damnit!
One of the hearts is still beating, a slow steady beat, that suggests the soul is not ready to move on yet. It seems Kamina is still alive, and still going strong.
You have Ryoma and his two... deputies here, Simon and Coop.
They represent sufficient power to do effectively anything you set your mind to, except, it seems, actually resolve anything beyond killing a few things and messing with the fabric of the universe in ways that shouldn't be messed with.
You need a cigarette.

Gordon Freeman
Gordion called. They have a knot you should look at.
You smash through the door, leaving planks and splinters and twisted metal in your wake, coming into what seems like one of those fancy parties where everyone avoids subjects, hold glasses of wine and mingle with unfamiliar people.
You see Elijah talking to Doom, and Light talking to everyone he can. Would you like to speak to either of these, or would you like to start searching the premises.
Of course, you're not really dressed for this sort of event, and can't hope to blend in...
You see someone about your size walking further down the hallway.

Scott Pilgrim
The other man just escaped by way of smashing the door apart. It wasn't even locked, merely stuck as the boards had swelled and caught on a flagstone.

Dresden
"You become the knight of winter. You will grow in power, and be treated to all the rights and privileges of a member of the court."
By which she means for the price of one soul, you will gain more power then you've ever had before, at least when it comes to air ice and darkness, you'll become a lot stronger, and you can count on the sidhe helping you out instead of getting in your way. And trying to get into your pants as well.
She is so sure you'll accept that she's not even selling it to you. Just for that, you want to say no. And just the same, you won't and can't.