Reincarnation Syndrome - The SS Big

[ArlEammon]

"...hmm i'll just have to bide my time until such a state as my most recent self's is compromised." the figure that lurked in the darkest corner of harry's mind said.

outside with harry and jacob.

"a little question for you Mr baker. when's your next book coming out?" harry asked jacob.

Smiling, Jacob obliges his question with an answer. "My book is probably not coming out for a little while. I'm dealing with a lot right now. Hopefully it won't be too long though."
"I haven't gotten a lot written yet, to be honest. I'm barely several chapters in."

[Drwily1987]

Smiling, Jacob obliges his question with an answer. "My book is probably not coming out for a little while. I'm dealing with a lot right now. Hopefully it won't be too long though."
"I haven't gotten a lot written yet, to be honest. I'm barely several chapters in."

"ah yes i see, i saw that superman was here earlier." harry spoke a sentence he never thought he'd say. "that's a sentence i never thought i'd say. then again i never thought i'd get reincarnation syndrome. hopefully i can make sure nobody else finds out i have RS."

[PrinceNoctisXV]

Zenitsu(Lucy) still held to his Nichirin katana after he attacked the robot. He listened to the words it said.
"Orders? Tortured? Wait who's doing this to you?"
He was to late to react when the robot activated the alarm,which caused the elevator to shut down.
"AHHH!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET OUT NOW?!" He shouted.
He quickly calmed down and stood ready for what was coming,
Zenitsu(Lucy) could barely focus on his hearing due to the alarm.
"Chuntaro...we need to find a way out." he told the messanger sparrow.
He prepared himself for what was coming while still looking for a way out.

He wished that his friends were there. Help was welcome. Even from Marcus and Tabby.

[Dr.Gunsforhands]

The SS Big

"Good, at least that's one person safer- What the hell?"

Spoiler: dialoglog

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"when's your next book coming out?"

"I'm dealing with a lot right now... I haven't gotten a lot written yet, to be honest. I'm barely several chapters in."

"ah yes... i saw that superman was here earlier..."

"I can hear your thoughts, Joker. Don't start with me little wannabe funnyman."

"umm...quite. So, you claimed you had three past lives, yet only two of mine have spoken up. should i be worried about new brain roomates?"

"Mine are quite a handful. However... you should be fine... They're just annoying, is all."

While the two villain mains are talking about shared mental trauma and genre-agnostic books, Justine pays attention to her surroundings. She gathers that Superman has hoisted the bottom of the ship into the center of the whirlpool and used it to plug the green portal like a bathtub stopper. This certainly calms the horrible wind and noise, though it's questionable whether it will work in the long term. Maybe Aisling is dealing with it?

Superman returns from dropping off Sam, carrying an enclosed basket that must have come from an old Ferris wheel. He looks at Harry and says nothing. He has no idea what's going on in Harry's head. If Jake asks to bring him along to England, Supes nods and allows it. With that, the group heads to Buckingham Palace.

Toronto Factory

"Twenty-three fifteen hours. In their zeal these cultists have revealed their hand prematurely..."

Trying to manipulate these chumps seems easy at first, but whoever tried to send that shut up message apparently noticed that they were blocked the first time. It also seems that that person can spoof their ID such that one can't reliably filter them without also blocking the guys one's trying to coax information out of. It also also seems that this person is a better social engineer than Nebula is, though that much is probably to Nebula's credit.

The result of these shenanigans is that the separatists/cultists are forced by their handler into digital silence. This is still a positive result, though. It means they are stuck with their original plan. The cell is meeting in person, at the factory, at midnight.

The targets - twenty-one in total - arrive in trucks and on foot, all carrying weapons, muttering to each other as they duck under the security gate and unlock the front door. "This is such a pain," says a hairy man wearing a denim jacket with nothing under it. "Right? We gotta go public anyway if we wanna seize real power," says someone in a tank top and a red baseball cap as she flicks on some lights. "What's that sleazy prick thinking?"

"Won't matter soon. Way I see it, we only owe 'im for this," says the guy with the keys who got everyone inside. From his pocket, he produces a glossy black pen-sized USB stick. It's nice and high-capacity, but still pretty common-looking despite the gravitas with which he holds it. He moves to log in to a console on the factory floor while everyone else turns to get chairs or light their cigarettes. "Once we've got enough our announcement, we pay 'im and cut 'im loose."

With the brute-force privileges Nebula's already obtained for xer investigation, the factory itself is already more or less in xer clutches, as long as xe doesn't mind xer activities being logged. These guys had someone with proper access covering their tracks and even they left some traces. Other than that, the place doesn't seem much more advanced than a normal car plant on its own. It does have big monitors and intercoms and the like, though. One can send a pretty loud message if one knows what one is doing.

Your actions are offensive to the Law of the Universe. Cease now, and surrender your arms and means of production, lest you suffer a fate to which death would seem like a tropical vacation by comparison.

"Tschaah!" The guy recoils from the console as it flashes the message and drops his USB stick. It falls in slow motion. He bangs his wrist on the metal standing desk as he catches it, making a deep, eerie *gong* sound. Some of his older teammates cough on their cigarettes, and the younger ones freeze as they cover their ears from the announcement on the intercom or stare at the monitors through unnaturally blurred light.

As everything settles back into normal physics, the woman with the hat clenches her teeth and readies her shotgun. "The hell?! Farin! What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"You got us made is what you did! Everyone scatter!"

"What's the matter, Mrs. Chelifer? This sort of announcement is more your style, isn't it?"

A man in a clean, navy blue suit appears at the door, wearing sunglasses and a wig that's not even trying to be convincing. He notably didn't show up on any security cameras on his way in. Mrs. Chelifer turns her gun on him; the older cultists follow suit while the younger ones scatter as they've been told. "Damn you! You've turned on us!"

The man in the suit calmly raises his hands; he's apparently unarmed. "No. You've been made, but not by me." He nods to Farin. "Continue with the plan! I'll deal with whoever our hacker is when they show themselves. Unless you'd rather they take your guns away?"

"Uh... yeah!" Farin nods and inserts the key into his terminal. An advanced script issues an administrative lockout of the controls as it uploads schematics and construction routines and for a series of crab-shaped electromechanical items. Should Nebula take the time to analyze them, they seem to be... a thing that shouldn't work at all. Or rather, if the crabs were to do anything interesting, it would defy the laws of physics, which xe xerself has been doing all day so actually it checks out. The factory automatically kicks into gear and shifts its configuration as it prepares to build the order.

Horizon Factory

"Orders? Torturos? Wait who's doing this to you?"

*click* *BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!* *Clang!*

"AHHH!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO GET OUT NOW?!"

. ideally . by dying .

It should be noted that this guarded elevator goes down, deeper into the complex. At the sound of the alarm, the worker dinos' lights turn orange and they slowly move to block his path, but Zen can still bolt through them go back out the way he came, if he wants to.

However, as though in counter-proposal, his scouter gizmo pings and displays a rough schematic of the facility on his eyepiece. Once this elevator is reactivated, it should go straight down to the factory's core! He'll just have to shut down this guard robot first.

Speaking of which, the red robot extends its awful ribbon-hand and launches a rapid-fire stream of fizzling red energy bolts at Chuntaro and Zenitsu.

Buckingham Palace

The ride to England is a surreal, motion sickness-inducing experience. Superman carries the team over the horizon, under rainclouds and across time zones, making the sun flicker and rise rapidly in the sky. He slows down as he descends upon London, you can see the ruined face of a fallen Big Ben spread across come collapsed buildings. In its place, a flying girl in a clock-themed magical girl costume shouts, "BONG!" five times in a booming voice.

Midnight Eastern, 5 A.M. GMT. The time checks out, at least. "Do not worry about her. I know it is strange, but she is not a priority just yet."

He sets the Ferris basket down just behind the gates and opens the door on the palace side so it's harder for you to be photographed. Outside the gate, a throng of paparazzi are gathered as always, barely warded away by layers of guards, emergency vehicles, caution tape, and a distressing number of chalk outlines on the ground.

"Five bombs in the press crowd. Thirty-nine dead, a hundred more recovering. Yet, a new wave of rookie reporters have already taken their place. I'm not sure how to feel about it, honestly. I suppose it's... hopeful, that they are all still eager to carry on with their work."

A mousy, frail-looking man with thick-rimmed spectacles and a mop of brown hair stands on the path, wearing an ornately-stitched white suit, the king's fluffy mantle, and leaning on a kingly scepter as a walking stick. You know his adorable face - he has been king for six years and is still not yet thirty. He seems a bit short of breath, and his left foot is in a high-tech, padded cast. He's flanked by two guards and one buff, blonde, winged, shirtless man. The shirtless man glares sternly at Jacob, not blinking.

"Ah! But where are my manners? Yes, I am Lawrence Ascot of Kent, King Lawrence, the First. I imagine Superman brought you to serve some purpose, in the morning briefing?"

[Drwily1987]

The SS Big

While the two villain mains are talking about shared mental trauma and genre-agnostic books, Justine pays attention to her surroundings. She gathers that Superman has hoisted the bottom of the ship into the center of the whirlpool and used it to plug the green portal like a bathtub stopper. This certainly calms the horrible wind and noise, though it's questionable whether it will work in the long term. Maybe Aisling is dealing with it?

Superman returns from dropping off Sam, carrying an enclosed basket that must have come from an old Ferris wheel. He looks at Harry and says nothing. He has no idea what's going on in Harry's head. If Jake asks to bring him along to England, Supes nods and allows it. With that, the group heads to Buckingham Palace.

Buckingham Palace

The ride to England is a surreal, motion sickness-inducing experience. Superman carries the team over the horizon, under rainclouds and across time zones, making the sun flicker and rise rapidly in the sky. He slows down as he descends upon London, you can see the ruined face of a fallen Big Ben spread across come collapsed buildings. In its place, a flying girl in a clock-themed magical girl costume shouts, "BONG!" five times in a booming voice.

Midnight Eastern, 5 A.M. GMT. The time checks out, at least. "Do not worry about her. I know it is strange, but she is not a priority just yet."

He sets the Ferris basket down just behind the gates and opens the door on the palace side so it's harder for you to be photographed. Outside the gate, a throng of paparazzi are gathered as always, barely warded away by layers of guards, emergency vehicles, caution tape, and a distressing number of chalk outlines on the ground.

"Five bombs in the press crowd. Thirty-nine dead, a hundred more recovering. Yet, a new wave of rookie reporters have already taken their place. I'm not sure how to feel about it, honestly. I suppose it's... hopeful, that they are all still eager to carry on with their work."

A mousy, frail-looking man with thick-rimmed spectacles and a mop of brown hair stands on the path, wearing an ornately-stitched white suit, the king's fluffy mantle, and leaning on a kingly scepter as a walking stick. You know his adorable face - he has been king for six years and is still not yet thirty. He seems a bit short of breath, and his left foot is in a high-tech, padded cast. He's flanked by two guards and one buff, blonde, winged, shirtless man. The shirtless man glares sternly at Jacob, not blinking.

"Ah! But where are my manners? Yes, I am Lawrence Ascot of Kent, King Lawrence, the First. I imagine Superman brought you to serve some purpose, in the morning briefing?"

Before superman makes his return from dropping off Sam harry breaks off his conversation with jacob and pulls out a futuristic communication device out of his coat and orders his new henchmen to keep an eye on the ship and the spatial anomaly in case anything changes, and to make a run for it if the spatial anomaly goes out of control by teleporting to a storage locker he had set up in america which he considered something akin to a shed where he hid things he didn't want anyone to know about, except for his porn stash, he hid that under his bed. he puts away the communication device before superman arrives and climbs into the basket with the others

harry looks outside the basket and see's that he's not exactly where he thought he'd end up. "why are we in london? why are we-oh my, look at big ben! it's trashed! and why is there a magical girl like in those japanese animes?" harry asked internally before superman explains that she's not a priority yet, whatever that mean't. he found himself agreeing with superman, so far harry was just glad that he was not on the ship anymore, even if he was undergoing motion sickness which harry was gonna have to deal with as soon as he got off this crazy thing. which was closer than he thought to landing.

"ah yes London, you've certainly changed since my last trip here." The joker commented before showing vacation slides of his last trip there to his mind-mates,

"here's me making my alliance with the British joker. you know i actually tried to invite old Jarvis to be a member of the jokers of all nations, he declined, not sure why. Maybe he had some terminal illness? anyways." the joker continued his slideshow, showing such highlights of his 'vacation' to England as his plot to steal the crown jewels,which he had made an alliance with the Ffoggs (OOC: actual 60's batman villains) the clock king and the mad hatter to help him, and inevitable confrontation with not only batman and robin but their British analogues knight and squire (OOC: actual DC characters honest to god.) and naturally making remarks about the whole thing.

"knight man would probably be furious if he saw London in this condition." Dr wily chimed in

"yeah, i can see why." harry responded as the basket finally landed, as he got up and out of the Ferris wheel basket the motion sickness's effects became more pronounced.

"oh god, i think i'm gonna puke." harry groaned and immediately ran for a nearby bush and vomited, after he was done he got up and reunited with the others, it was then that some things became apparent,

1:there was paparazzi outside the gate that he noticed, Figures.

2:king Larry was standing in front of him.

3:this mean't that the paparazzi wasn't trying to get pictures of him, drat.

4:there was a disturbing amount of Emergency vehicles and he was pretty sure he saw at least one chalk outline.

5:they still used chalk outlines in England.

6:He was standing outside Buckingham palace.

7:King Larry still looked just as nerdy as his friend mick, which probably explained the high tech cast.

8:He wasn't gonna stop referring to Lawrence as Larry or King Larry.

9:From the way that the shirtless man was glaring at Jacob he was probably either a reincarnation of a character from the bible or the lord of the rings judging by his wings.

10:the Joker just realized that Queen Elizabeth is immortal jokes have fallen out of style.

11:Larry's gardener probably wasn't gonna like him for puking in a bush.

12:he should not of grabbed and eaten some food while he was looking for an escape route.

13:Dr wily thought that what he had just thought about the winged man having RS probably also applied to the scientist woman from the weird submarine.

14:he just probably got himself dragged into something big if what King Larry had said about a morning briefing was true,

with all these realizations harry decided to introduce himself. "oh, i doubt i need to introduce myself but in case i'm wrong i am the prince of pranksters Harry Robinson, and yes all the funny stories you've heard about me are true."

"i doubt he's heard of you prince." Dr wily said, harry could practically Albert making it especially clear he was being sarcastic when he called him a prince.

[ArlEammon]

A mousy, frail-looking man with thick-rimmed spectacles and a mop of brown hair stands on the path, wearing an ornately-stitched white suit, the king's fluffy mantle, and leaning on a kingly scepter as a walking stick. You know his adorable face - he has been king for six years and is still not yet thirty. He seems a bit short of breath, and his left foot is in a high-tech, padded cast. He's flanked by two guards and one buff, blonde, winged, shirtless man. The shirtless man glares sternly at Jacob, not blinking.

"Ah! But where are my manners? Yes, I am Lawrence Ascot of Kent, King Lawrence, the First. I imagine Superman brought you to serve some purpose, in the morning briefing?"

Jacob, not evil himself, averts his gaze, not looking for a confrontation with the winged blonde guy, instead, he quickly nods at him, and then turns his head towards King Larry. "Ah, I haven't been following the monarchy since I was a teenager. I'm grateful for an opportunity to meet you, your majesty."
"I hope that I can help with this WRATH problem."

[Drwily1987]

Jacob, not evil himself, averts his gaze, not looking for a confrontation with the winged blonde guy, instead, he quickly nods at him, and then turns his head towards King Larry. "Ah, I haven't been following the monarchy since I was a teenager. I'm grateful for an opportunity to meet you, your majesty."
"I hope that I can help with this WRATH problem."

harry looked at jacob confused "i'm sorry, did i miss something important?" harry asked jacob. it was pretty clear that he didn't exactly know everything about what was going on.

[ArlEammon]

harry looked at jacob confused "i'm sorry, did i miss something important?" harry asked jacob. it was pretty clear that he didn't exactly know everything about what was going on.

Turning back to Harry, Jacob slaps his forehead. "Sorry, I'll fill you in later if no one else does."
"WRATH is an acronym."
"I came here to help out with it. Big problem."

[Drwily1987]

Turning back to Harry, Jacob slaps his forehead. "Sorry, I'll fill you in later if no one else does."
"WRATH is an acronym."
"I came here to help out with it. Big problem."

"Ooh! I smell an evil organization!" the joker said excitedly "What do ya think their endgame is?" the clown prince asked rhetorically.

"World domination obviously." harry quipped in his mind. "i mean with that acronym i don't see them planting gardens for charity."

"that would explain where our mechanical minions come from." Dr wily chimed in.

back outside.

"sounds like some sort of comic book evil organization." Harry quipped, before he realized that he had probably blundered into something really big.

[Aleph Null]

(OOC: you skipped a bit of time where I would have had a chance to intervene -- my plan was to send the message BEFORE the meeting, then position myself near the meeting location and use a cloaking device to prevent them from spotting me)

As the cultists attempt to ignore the clear warning I gave them, I barely stop myself from loosing an audible sigh.

"I warned you. Know that what happens from here is your responsibility."
Appearing from behind the fellow with the thumb drive, I will place a hand on the back of his head as he attempts to insert the device into the factory's control computer.
G.X.I.S Nebula Mk-7 does not make threats. Only promises.
In the split second prior to taking action, I will telepathically 'ping' Jacob to let him know that several tasty souls are here for the taking; then, I will mass-convert a couple of the red blood cells from a capillary in the man's scalp.
(OOC note: I'm going for a grenade-size explosion here, right around the surface of the back of his head -- it doesn't take a ton of mass to do this, and 2 red blood cells have enough mass to make an explosion slightly larger than 1 gram of TNT, which should be similar. Nebula's body is made of extremely robust unobtainium-esque uber-materials that wouldn't be scratched by a grenade, but these cultists probably would be).
As the energy is released I will use a bullet-time effect of the Chronos power to quickly move such that my body will block the blast from hitting the factory's electronics whilst simultaneously attempting to direct it toward the other cultists if they're close enough. Of course, I'm not particularly concerned with the cultists unless they have some form of supernatural power — tasers and grenades wouldn't scratch this body, and bullets would simply bounce off — but I do have suspicions about the man in the suit and my attention will turn to him as soon as I've positioned myself properly.

[PrinceNoctisXV]

Horizon world factory.
"LISTEN HERE YOU WALKING THIN CAN!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE HERE!" Zenitsu shouted,only to notice the robots trying to block his way out. Noticing the schematics...there was no turning back now.
It was then he noticed the robot shooting lasers at him.
Before Zenitsu had the chance to react...

"Water breathing...fourth form...Striking tide!"
A figure jumped in front of Zenitsu,facing the robot and attempts to deflect the laser with his blade which seemed to be surounded by water like energy.

The turned to face Zenitsu. Zenitsu looked surprised. This figure looked like a 19 year old version of his old friend and fellow demon slayer Tanjiro Kamado. He was dressed the same way,but taller and with longer hair tied in a ponytail.
"It can't be Tabby, she is the reincarnation of the Tanjiro I know...Maybe he's from the same universe as Marcus's Zenitsu?" he thought.

"Zenitsu,are you alright?" AU Tanjiro asked.
"Yeah,but I'm confused right now.What are you doing in this world and are you a RS case too?" Zenitsu asked.

"Yes, like you and the Zenitsu from my world,I am a RS case. "AU Tanjiro replied. "I'll explain more after we defeat this robot. "Let just say Inosuke and I followed you from the portal. We were on SS Big as well. "
"Wait,you followed me?!" Zenitsu shouted.

"We were sent to help.Inosuke is with the Sea tribe right now,on their way to help us."
"He's here too?! You own me ALOT of explainations!!"

" In the meantime,you need to reach the core of the factory..."AU Tanjiro replied.
"And to do so,we need to defeat the robot." Zenitsu added.
" You're quick to catch on." AU Tanjiro.
The two reincarnated Demon Slayers prepared to fight the robot.
"Thunder breathing...Seventh form...Flaming Thunder God!!!' Zenitsu was surounded by elecrical energy forming the form of a dragon around him while Zenitsu held his nichirin katana

"Hinokami Kagura!" AU Tanjiro was surounded by energy mimicing fire surounding his ninchirin blade.
The two demon slayer combined their attacks as they attempted to attack the robot.

[Dr.Gunsforhands]

"oh, i doubt i need to introduce myself but in case i'm wrong i am the prince of pranksters Harry Robinson, and yes all the funny stories you've heard about me are true."

"The name rings a bell, but I can't say I've watched anything of yours..."

"Ah, I haven't been following the monarchy since I was a teenager. I'm grateful for an opportunity to meet you, your majesty. I hope that I can help with this WRATH problem."
"Sorry, [Harry,] I'll fill you in later if no one else does. WRATH is an acronym. I came here to help out with it. Big problem."

"sounds like some sort of comic book evil organization."

"Oh, dear... either you know something we don't, or we will need to correct you, before you do something rash. Either way, I thank you for delivering them, Superman. This way, please." The king points the way up to the palace door with his scepter and leads the group across a courtyard and through a hall full of opulent decorations and plaques, all labeled with tags for potential removal. Many of the side rooms are still under renovations.

In his time here, the king has rapidly reformed the monarchy's place in Britain, and it shows. He reapportioned much of the King's Lands into free public works and housing, opening up his coffers to establish new research and gardening facilities and to maintain the buildings that developers had already put in place. The palace itself has followed the same pattern, gradually morphing into a combination museum and bureaucracy to support his new initiatives. Having not been born a prince, he found it easy to trade away much of the personal space and service that a King usually enjoys. Or so the news has said.

The group arrives at a traditional-looking war room with a round table giant maps on all sides. Men and women in medal-studded uniforms are on one side of the table, and people in goofier costumes are on the other. They all stand and bow, save for one girl with gray skin and blue hair rings who issues her monotone report without moving from her nest of cables and monitors in the corner.

"The last of the connections have been restored, your majesty. Again with negative latency and alien surveillance measures. I will continue to monitor them."

"Thank you, Miss Tio. Everyone, these three will be joining us for the general part of this briefing. I will begin by restating some of the basic tenets under which we operate. That is to say, before we can address the, 'WRATH problem,' it is on us to review the nature and background of WRATH itself. You may be seated." The gathered officers sit down. King Larry points to some chairs on the costumed side of the room for the newcomers. Superman and Winged Guy seem to prefer to stand.

"Put simply, WRATH is an organization promoting the recognition of divine moral authority over national or economic interest. I myself am largely credited with establishing it, but I maintain that we only built on foundations that were already laid. We live in a world that could feed everyone and yet lets children starve; where we all wish for peace and yet bombs are dropped everywhere; where the planet is choked with smoke and yet more fires are set each day in service of profit or so-called defense!"

The king leans on his stick and catches his breath. He can lapse into an impassioned speech, but his constitution doesn't let him get this worked up for as long as most career politicians.

"The point is, there were more than enough people who shared the sentiment that something must change. As we began to understand RS, I saw an opportunity, and started recruiting from among people those in power would sooner dissect or shut away. In the course of our studies, it became clear to me that it was not a Syndrome at all, but a new basis for power and authority, being bestowed upon humanity in out time of need: Reincarnation."

"That is what the R actually stands for," says Tio, even though nobody asked her.

"Of course, as recent events will tell you, it's not as simple as taking everyone with a voice in their head and putting them in charge. I am hoping to address that in the summit we're hosting late this afternoon. The Allied Theocratic Hegemony part of my proposal is a pact of dedication to immortal ideals, and to set aside lesser grudges and ambitions. The acronym invokes a sense of divine justice, I feel. Also it's catchy."

The service members on the formal side of the table laugh politely.

"So, now you know all of that," he gestures to the three main characters in particular, "and you know the great deal of power that has been bestowed upon you. Will you accept the responsibilities that come with it?"

The winged man's gaze again bores into Jacob. Superman suddenly takes an interest in the door. The three of you feel as though your answer here is important somehow.

"LISTEN HERE YOU WALKING THIN CAN!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE HERE!"

"Water breathing...fourth form...Striking tide!"

Zenitsu's ponytailed friend blasts into the room out of nowhere, overwhelming the red blasts with a flood of blue energy from his own sword. The guard robot stumbles back as its integrated weapon fizzles.

"Wait,you followed me?!" Zenitsu shouted.

"You're quick to catch on. Inosuke and I were with the Sea Tribe on the coast. We saw you flying overhead."

"He's here too?! You own me ALOT of explainations!!"

"Yes, fine! But first, you need to reach the core of the factory, right?"

The demon slayers from mismatched timelines team up on the miniboss and quickly overwhelm it with a helix of blue waves and gold lightning. The robot's bent, non-functional frame bangs into its console at just the right angle to trigger the override for the elevator, and the security shutters slowly lift despite the blaring alarms.

"Not sure how the elevator controls will hold up once you blow the core. I'll stay up here and hit the button to bring you back up when I hear a shutting down and/or exploding sound. Sound good? Good."

The elevator door opens. Tanjiro leaps up to dive-kick the neck of a crane-sized worker dino, then slides into an circular attack on the ones surrounding it. They'll probably be okay while Zen is downstairs.

The core isn't that hard to get to from here. It has the shape of a massive, glowing, pale blue heart, with numerous pipes and tubes spreading from it to the rest of the complex like arteries. Metal and plastic, formed into organic shapes. There is an indecipherable touchscreen next to it. The scouter translates it and and gives you prompts to shut it down or overload it. Or you could just attack it?

[PrinceNoctisXV]

"You don't have to tell me twice Tanj! I guess you'll be able track me with with sharp sense of smell." Zenitsu(Lucy) said to the variant of his best friend.
He went inside the elevator.
"Be careful!" He added as the elevator's doors close.
As the elevator went down,Zenitsu was thankful to have backup. He woudn't have done it on his own.
________
Once he reached the lower level and the door opened. Zenitsu saw the heart shaped core.
He looked at the monitors but decided that the quickest way was to attack. It was risky
He focused once again.

"Thunder breathing...Seventh form....Flaming Thundergod!"
He dashed toward the core while being surounded a dragon shaped electrical energy.
It seemed as if the dragon's jaw bites the core as Zenitsu slashes the core with all of his strength. He backed away far from the core after the attack,hoping to reach the elevator in time.

[ArlEammon]

WRATH Problem
"Uh, I had no idea that WRATH was actually something that might be a positive. I "learned" this information not long ago."
"I promise I won't do anything rash, is all I can promise." WRATH?! Jacob thinks, though he doesn't say it out of politeness. Really, WRATH!? No, your Majesty, WRATH is not a proper name for what you were looking for. "So, I think I might say that we were misled. Someone had told us that the various horrors that have fallen across the world in terror attacks was WRATH's doing. We only knew that you disagreed with them. Hence, "The WRATH problem."

[Drwily1987]

"The name rings a bell, but I can't say I've watched anything of yours..."



"Oh, dear... either you know something we don't, or we will need to correct you, before you do something rash. Either way, I thank you for delivering them, Superman. This way, please." The king points the way up to the palace door with his scepter and leads the group across a courtyard and through a hall full of opulent decorations and plaques, all labeled with tags for potential removal. Many of the side rooms are still under renovations.

In his time here, the king has rapidly reformed the monarchy's place in Britain, and it shows. He reapportioned much of the King's Lands into free public works and housing, opening up his coffers to establish new research and gardening facilities and to maintain the buildings that developers had already put in place. The palace itself has followed the same pattern, gradually morphing into a combination museum and bureaucracy to support his new initiatives. Having not been born a prince, he found it easy to trade away much of the personal space and service that a King usually enjoys. Or so the news has said.

The group arrives at a traditional-looking war room with a round table giant maps on all sides. Men and women in medal-studded uniforms are on one side of the table, and people in goofier costumes are on the other. They all stand and bow, save for one girl with gray skin and blue hair rings who issues her monotone report without moving from her nest of cables and monitors in the corner.

"The last of the connections have been restored, your majesty. Again with negative latency and alien surveillance measures. I will continue to monitor them."

"Thank you, Miss Tio. Everyone, these three will be joining us for the general part of this briefing. I will begin by restating some of the basic tenets under which we operate. That is to say, before we can address the, 'WRATH problem,' it is on us to review the nature and background of WRATH itself. You may be seated." The gathered officers sit down. King Larry points to some chairs on the costumed side of the room for the newcomers. Superman and Winged Guy seem to prefer to stand.

"Put simply, WRATH is an organization promoting the recognition of divine moral authority over national or economic interest. I myself am largely credited with establishing it, but I maintain that we only built on foundations that were already laid. We live in a world that could feed everyone and yet lets children starve; where we all wish for peace and yet bombs are dropped everywhere; where the planet is choked with smoke and yet more fires are set each day in service of profit or so-called defense!"

The king leans on his stick and catches his breath. He can lapse into an impassioned speech, but his constitution doesn't let him get this worked up for as long as most career politicians.

"The point is, there were more than enough people who shared the sentiment that something must change. As we began to understand RS, I saw an opportunity, and started recruiting from among people those in power would sooner dissect or shut away. In the course of our studies, it became clear to me that it was not a Syndrome at all, but a new basis for power and authority, being bestowed upon humanity in out time of need: Reincarnation."

"That is what the R actually stands for," says Tio, even though nobody asked her.

"Of course, as recent events will tell you, it's not as simple as taking everyone with a voice in their head and putting them in charge. I am hoping to address that in the summit we're hosting late this afternoon. The Allied Theocratic Hegemony part of my proposal is a pact of dedication to immortal ideals, and to set aside lesser grudges and ambitions. The acronym invokes a sense of divine justice, I feel. Also it's catchy."

The service members on the formal side of the table laugh politely.

"So, now you know all of that," he gestures to the three main characters in particular, "and you know the great deal of power that has been bestowed upon you. Will you accept the responsibilities that come with it?"

"so Larry has heard of me, i see my luck has most certainly improved from this morning." harry folds his arms and smiles as he's led inside, "i like what you've done with the place, feels homey in an art museum kind of way." he says as he arrives in the war-room and decides to take a seat because in his own words "my feet are killing me."

"hmm it's not as fancy as i predicted it would be." the joker responded in harry's mind.

"quiet! we're about to figure out what this WRATH is up to." Dr wily shouted, harry grabbed his forehead as if he was getting a headache, which he was as king Larry began his speech, once it was finished though...

"oh, i get it now, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!!! oh Larry, Larry, Larry, that's the best joke I've heard in a long time! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the joker cackled from within harry's mind. "oh potter, do you really think this self-righteous geek is as benevolent as he appears to be? kid i've met my fair share of people who've deluded themselves into thinking they were the heroes in my day, like poison ivy or Ra's Al Ghul and that Sinestro fellow. Besides, his organization's name is WRATH! How does he not see it!?" the joker asked.

"Larry? before i make my decision i need to ask you a question, what do you know of the pirate attack on the SS big and the other global terrorist attacks?" Harry asked.

[Dr.Gunsforhands]

Toronto Factory

"I warned you. Know that what happens from here is your responsibility."

So anyway Farin's head explodes.

Chelifer swears and dives behind a chair that one of the fleeing guys left behind, her back and shoulders burnt from her relative proximity to the cranial bomb. The other riflemen take cover behind barriers and factory equipment and open fire with practiced efficiency, only for their bullets to spark and ricochet off their target because their target is a Terminator.

The man in the suit and wig stays right where he is. He seems more amused than anything as he regards Nebula's appearance. "Oh! You can just do that, huh? I must say, I did not see that coming."

"You're not helping!" shouts Mrs. Chelifer. She peeks over her chair and takes a shot with her shotgun. A spider-shaped add-on to its firing mechanism pulses with an odd dubstep sound. While the rounds don't penetrate Nebula's body any better than other bullets, they carry an almost cartoonish amount of concussive force; this is the sort of gun that's as much for defenestrating people as it is for bleeding them out.

Horizon Factory

"You don't have to tell me twice Tanj! I guess you'll be able track me with with sharp sense of smell. Be careful!"
As the elevator went down, Zenitsu was thankful to have backup. He wouldn't have done it on his own.

"Thunder breathing...Seventh form....Flaming Thundergod!"

Zenitsu goes to town on the core, and it reacts about as he expects. An explosion of energy and pressure throws him into the back of the elevator and presses into him, overloading his senses and threatening to consume him as the world shakes and starts to collapse.

...and then the elevator door closes, and he can hear the danger shutters slamming outside. The energy suffusing Zenitsu's body seems to dissolve him away as he involuntarily reverts to Lucy's original form.

Lucy feels the vague residual energy burning inside her body and wriggling in the back of her psyche. In the silence and darkness, it might take a moment for her to realize she's not actually unconscious. She's just stuck in an elevator that's not turning on. Probably because the facility no longer has power.

Chuntaro shivers in the small of Lucy's back. Zenitsu must have shielded the little bird with his body.

Now what?

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The big wave of mysterious energy from the core has disabled Zenitsu temporarily. He'll be available again after at least 24 hours. I'll also incorporate the lingering energy into how you will level up when the time comes for everyone to do so.

Buckingham Palace

"Uh, I had no idea that WRATH was actually something that might be a positive... So, I think I might say that we were misled. Someone had told us that the various horrors that have fallen across the world in terror attacks was WRATH's doing."

"I promise I won't do anything rash, is all I can promise."

"Then that is all I will ask of you for now. I appreciate your forthrightness."

The sense of importance in the air dissipates as quickly as it set in. Leave it to the devil to shoot down a perfectly good Faustian bargain.

Jacob can tell that the king's ambitions are genuine, but they are still very much ambitious. You could say that Larry doesn't have a dishonest bone in his body, but that some of his honest bones have fractured under the weight of the crown. Beyond that, his mind is sealed with the psychic equivalent of Most Secret sticker. To probe further would likely set off an alarm.

"Larry? before i make my decision i need to ask you a question, what do you know of the pirate attack on the SS big and the other global terrorist attacks?" Harry asked.

"For that, I'll move us along to the first topic in the briefing. Mister Johnson, do you have a report from your contacts?"

"Yes, your majesty," says a man in a cloak on the left side of the table. "The Rockets are taking credit for setting the dates in Europe, Japan and the Americas, as we expected, the goal being to back partisans they think they can control. The super-attacks in China and India are different. A few of them were once affiliated with Team Rocket, but no one seems to know who gave them the job if it was a job at all."

"Interesting. What of the attacks on our own soil?"

"Same as the Indian ones. I'd like to imagine it's because my guys have muscled out the Rockets by now..."

"...yet, it still suggests a mastermind at work, taking it into account. Excellent work. As for the pirates, what is the analysis, General?"

A woman in a red uniform on the right side of the table stands up and displays some slides on the wall behind her. "Your highness. We have found that the robots' programming includes a package resembling some animal-brain neural network experiments popular in academia lately. We are currently investigating professors and students credited with work on those papers, to see if anyone suspicious requested them. As for their physical construction, they were likely mass-produced in one place, using a mix of common and alien methodologies. Their ocean-proof design wasn't surprising given their function, but our engineers are also theorizing that they were built underwater as well, suggesting that we may well be looking for a facility at the bottom of the sea. Thus, there may be a danger of more robots surfacing at any time."

Superman nods. The buff blonde's glare is now divided between Jacob and Harry. Did he also hear what the Joker was saying?

"Again, excellent work. My compliments, to you and to your team."

"You're too kind, your majesty." The general bows and sits down, a little uncomfortable. The king has a tendency to dish out extravagant praise as a means of dealing with stress.

"Now, do we have any questions or insights to add on these topics before we continue to the topic of otherworldly portals?"

[PrinceNoctisXV]

Horizon factory

Having reverted back to herself against her will and partly injured,Lucy tried to get up.
"Ahhhh,I'm so sorry....when that energy reverted us,it seemed to have put me out of commision temporarally...." Zenitsu replied in Lucy's head. "I can't get out for now..."
"It's alright..we did a great job,right?" Lucy said.
"Are you alright?!" She heard a voice. " Hold on I'm coming!" She heard AU Tanjiro's voice.
Chuntaro looked worried. "It's alright Chuntaro." Lucy replied.
"I can try to heal ourselves...Can you..." Rinoa asked.
Lucy looked at her crystal....It was fully charged. " I guess I can..." She said. She focused
" Rinoa Heartilly...rebel sorceress...come forth!"

Light magic surounded her. When it died down...Lucy was now in the form of a young woman with long brown hair dressed in a blue dress with a crossbowlike weapon on her right wrist. Chuntaro was used to her mistress transformation.
" Curaga!" Rinoa( Lucy) casted her healing spell on herself.
She then heard a familliar voice
" Water breathing...tenth form....Constant flux!"
The doors of the elevator were destroyed.
"Glad you could make it Tanjiro!" Rinoa said to her ally.
Tanjiro was first surpised at the new face,but easilly regonise her by her scent." You are one of Zenitsu,I mean Lucy's past lives right?" he asked.
Rinoa nodded. " Zenitsu is resting right now. I'm Rinoa Heartilly, Leader of the Forest Owls. Nice to meet you!"
"A pleasue to meet you Rinoa." Tanjiro replied. " We need to get out of this factory. I'll help if you need it."
"I'm a capable fighter on my own." Rinoa replied as she followed Tanjiro.

[Drwily1987]

Buckingham Palace

"Then that is all I will ask of you for now. I appreciate your forthrightness."

The sense of importance in the air dissipates as quickly as it set in. Leave it to the devil to shoot down a perfectly good Faustian bargain.

Jacob can tell that the king's ambitions are genuine, but they are still very much ambitious. You could say that Larry doesn't have a dishonest bone in his body, but that some of his honest bones have fractured under the weight of the crown. Beyond that, his mind is sealed with the psychic equivalent of Most Secret sticker. To probe further would likely set off an alarm.



"For that, I'll move us along to the first topic in the briefing. Mister Johnson, do you have a report from your contacts?"

"Yes, your majesty," says a man in a cloak on the left side of the table. "The Rockets are taking credit for setting the dates in Europe, Japan and the Americas, as we expected, the goal being to back partisans they think they can control. The super-attacks in China and India are different. A few of them were once affiliated with Team Rocket, but no one seems to know who gave them the job if it was a job at all."

"Interesting. What of the attacks on our own soil?"

"Same as the Indian ones. I'd like to imagine it's because my guys have muscled out the Rockets by now..."

"...yet, it still suggests a mastermind at work, taking it into account. Excellent work. As for the pirates, what is the analysis, General?"

A woman in a red uniform on the right side of the table stands up and displays some slides on the wall behind her. "Your highness. We have found that the robots' programming includes a package resembling some animal-brain neural network experiments popular in academia lately. We are currently investigating professors and students credited with work on those papers, to see if anyone suspicious requested them. As for their physical construction, they were likely mass-produced in one place, using a mix of common and alien methodologies. Their ocean-proof design wasn't surprising given their function, but our engineers are also theorizing that they were built underwater as well, suggesting that we may well be looking for a facility at the bottom of the sea. Thus, there may be a danger of more robots surfacing at any time."

Superman nods. The buff blonde's glare is now divided between Jacob and Harry. Did he also hear what the Joker was saying?

"Again, excellent work. My compliments, to you and to your team."

"You're too kind, your majesty." The general bows and sits down, a little uncomfortable. The king has a tendency to dish out extravagant praise as a means of dealing with stress.

"Now, do we have any questions or insights to add on these topics before we continue to the topic of otherworldly portals?"

Harry would silently listen through the briefing to gather every last bit of information he could on what had happened, and he had learned some information, information that he either already knew like say the design of the Robots and some of which was disturbing. For example just what exactly was a Super-attack?

"No doubt a particularly violent terrorist attack." Dr wily explained to the best of his ability"Be on your guard harry, not just with the clown but with the King as well, i don't recommend making any moves just yet, we're not prepared for a confrontation with the man of steel yet, we must obtain some of this kryptonite that i've seen in Mr napier's memories."

"perhaps we should also work on dealing with tall, buff and winged as well?" The joker asked teasingly.

"If the winged idiot has overheard us we're done for!" Dr wily berated the joker. "we must analyze him before we can plan how to take him down."

"what about the facility where the robots were made?" harry asked his brain-mates.

"we must plot a way to seize it for ourselves so that at long last, I CAN TAKE OVER THE WORLD! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Dr wily cackled maniacally.

"Um quite, what about the Interdimensional portals?" Harry asked his mind-mates.

"Interdimensional portals?" The joker asked giddily as if he was about to press a BRB to set off a death trap that batman was in. "WE GO THROUGH THEM! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" and with that the joker had just joined Dr wily in the cacklefest, he swore he could hear wine glasses clinking together.

"Ohh lord...." Was what harry was thinking. Before he spoke up. "Yes actually, a couple of things, One who's the winged man? Two do you know that WRATH is a terrible name for what you're planning PR wise?" After harry asked his question he decided to look at himself in a mirror he had on hand to see if his appearance had been altered at all.

In that darkest corner of Harry's mind
"...Fools...it won't be you that emerges as the ruler of this miserable planet. IT WILL BE ME! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!" the mysterious entity declared with no one around to hear him...

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a BRB is a big red button.

[niw18]

The SS BIG

The teen would walk about he had seen some fighting but it was not really his business to get involved, as he would love to, but hell, it's better for him to see what his maybe potential opponents could do before facing him, so no surprises he has to adjust for. He would walk around taking mental notes on anything he could see but he had his favorite book to read and he had not worked out much at the moment and would find a deck that seemed to have no one around and would do a handstand before doing one finger push-ups. he would then do shadow boxing and create the fighting spirit of the iron mike to box against and spar. He would be sparing the literally with the spirit of Iron mike and getting hit by it was it is physically there.

[Aleph Null]

I turn my attention to the fellow in the suit and wig, casually ignoring the concussive grapeshot as I address the individual who is clearly the actual agent of WRATH who is calling the shots here.
"I find your lack of emotional response disturbingly inconsistent with those of the others in this room. Perhaps I should teach you some respect."
The human body has convenient sources of several volatile ions: sulfite (SO₃ which can be assembled from the disulfide bridges present in the structural polypeptides of many proteins and the large amount of oxygen in the body), fluorine (present in the hard structure of bone enamel and several proteins essential to cellular respiration), carbon, and hydrogen (both virtually ubiquitous in the body). By manipulating atomic forces in the area I will convert the various bones and connective tissues present in his right hand into Triflic Acid (CF₃SO₃H), one of the strongest known acids which is about a billion times stronger than pure sulfuric acid. This of course represents a rather enormous energy expenditure on my part (approximately 35 MJ worth), but fortunately that can be supplemented by drawing upon the mass of the floor tiles beneath my feet.
"I hope I've made myself abundantly clear. I do not make threats. I only make promises. By failing to heed my warning, you invite death to your doorstep — you've nobody but yourselves to blame for the fate you will suffer.

[Dr.Gunsforhands]

Reincarnation Syndrome: The SS Big

Recap

Austin Shimazaki walks along the boardwalk on the starboard side of the SS Big's Housing District, seeking out some solitude in which to do his daily workout. As he goes through his routine, he reflects on the strange events of the day and considers all of the "opponents" he has met.

Kate, Alicia, Justine, Liam, Jacob, Yahya, Nebula, Lucy, Aisling, and Harry. Some have been living in the shadows with Reincarnation Syndrome for years, some have only today come to see they have RS at all. As of yesterday, all have been awakened to a great spike in power, including Austin himself.

Eshaal, a scientist in a blue headscarf, whose submarine-like chamber received the group in the very beginning. She explained she was studying RS through the lens of something called Conduit Theory, which posited that your Reincarnations were being called upon via psychic connections to other worlds, and that her test chamber accidentally snapped you up when your Reincarnation Conduits suddenly spiked in power. Before she sent you back to the SS Big, she pointed out her location on a globe and promised that she would set up a beacon so you could come find her later.

Monokuma, Captain of the Teddy Bear Pirates. They were apparently responsible for all of the bombs and attacks on the SS Big, and admitted to as much over the telescreens that they set up all over the ship. They gave Austin plenty of opportunity for boxing practice, even if he was trying to avoid them. The whole group used their new powers to fight off the pirates. Ultimately, Monokuma went down with his ship, sinking into a glowing green whirlpool that goes who-knows-where. Of course, Jacob and Nebula seemed to go down with him, and they both came back somehow...

Sam, a ten-year-old boy carrying a canister vacuum cleaner he found in the hotel district. Austin gathers that Sam was responsible for the "portal" at the center of the whirlpool, though what he did to cause it is a little unclear. Justine acted as his guardian as the SS Big's passengers tried to recover from the pirate raid, which took the SS Big's entire crew and then some.

Superman, as in the one from the comic books, showed up more recently. He, Yahya and Jacob transported the huddled passengers to refugee facilities, with many going to Jakarta. Superman also brought some inspectors and engineers to the SS Big on his return trips, who have begun repairs alongside Aisling and some pirates that Harry reprogrammed. Between the inspectors and the volunteers who have stayed aboard, Austin's position as an observer has let him catch wind of some... interesting rumors. The first rumor is that Superman moved the ship itself to cover up the portal at the center of the whirlpool. This rumor checks out. The other rumors are all about world events.

King Lawrence I, the strangely popular young king of England, has invited world leaders to a summit to coordinate recovery efforts from a ridiculous series of terror attacks that happened simultaneously with those on the Big. According to the rumor, Larry intends to recruit nations into WRATH, his personal pet project, a "World-Ranging Alliance of Theocratic Hegemonies." One surly passenger with a drawl mentioned that he figured the fledgling MidEast Union would be a shoe-in to join, but a passenger with an Indian accent quickly corrected him, saying that they heard an MEU spokeswoman saying WRATH was an imperial abomination and that they would have nothing to do with Larry's summit.

A couple hours ago, Superman took Harry, Justine and Jacob to London to meet with the King. Nebula, Liam and Lucy have each warped away to do their own things. Aisling, Yahya, probably Kate and Alicia, and of course Austin himself remain on the SS Big, watching the sun climb down the sky this afternoon in the Pacific Ocean.

What a day it's been.

The SS Big

The teen would walk about he had seen some fighting but it was not really his business to get involved...

Austin's mind finally moves on to his own mission, the one that brought him aboard the city-ship in the first place. It was supposed to be an easy job, protecting some psychotic millionaire carrying a big blackmail payment to Jakarta. Vincent Simmons was his name, emphasis on was. During the fight with the pirates, Jacob singled out Vince and sucked the life out of him before Austin could get a word in.

The Team Rocket guy who gave Austin the job will probably understand, given the circumstances. It helps that Austin has since had plenty of time to search Vince's body and retrieve the blackmail payload, an unassuming USB stick full of some secret pay-data from the States. It turns out the creep hid it in the lining of his jacket like an amateur. If Austin brings it back to Japan, he can probably hand it off to his contact Coco and collect the rest of his pay.

As Austin wraps up his workout and starts to plan his next move, he hears a strange sound from the ocean. When he looks over, he sees a shimmering silhouette of a submarine glowing just beneath the waves. From the center of the shimmer, a small hatch pops out of the water and opens up invitingly.

[PrinceNoctisXV]

Horizon factory

Rinoa(Lucy) and AU Tanjiro went through the factory,trying to get out.
As they were close to the exit,a familiar figure greated them.
"What took you so long Other Kentaro?!!!" said the bare chested 15 year old young man wearing a boar mask and animal skins on his pants.
Lucy and Zenitsu in her mind could regonise him.
That was indeed Inosuke Hashibira from the main Demon Slayer universe.
"That's him alright..." Zenitsu said in Lucy's mind. "Even in another life he still got names wrong..."

"Why am I not surprised..." AU Tanjiro replied annoyed. " My Inosuke also has names wrong." he explained to Rinoa.

"Where's Monitsu?!" Inosuke shouted. " I thought you said you would bring him back!!!"

"That's Zenitsu!" Zenitsu shouted inside Lucy's mind.
"Well...I did bring him back..." AU Tanjiro replied,mentioning Lucy,who was curently in Rinoa's form.
"That's not Monitsu!!!"
"Please excuse him. As you can tell,he's the Inosuke from your universe you lived life as Zenitsu Agatsuma."
"That's me alright! The great Lord Inosuke!!!!!"

Both Rinoa and AU Tanjiro gave weird looks to him.

"Well...What you see me as right now,and Zenitsu are part of my past lives." Rinoa(Lucy) explain. "In this form,my name was Rinoa Heartilly. But in original and in curent life's form,my name is Lucy Carlson."she added.

"So Monitsu is still inside?! Can he come out?!" Inosuke asked.
"Not right now. The battle took alot from us. That part of me is resting." Rinoa( Lucy) replied.

"I don't get it..."Inosuke replied.
"Inosuke,sorry to change the subject,but are the Sea Tribe with you? The sooner we find them the sooner we can return to our world " AU Tanjiro asked.
Return in which world?" Rinoa asked.

"You mean my new underlings?! Well..."

[Dr.Gunsforhands]

Buck Pal

"Yes actually, a couple of things, One who's the winged man? Two do you know that WRATH is a terrible name for what you're planning PR wise?"

"Sven? He is my chief of security. As for the name being bad, no, I pointedly do not know that."

A short, bald man on the right side of the table sighs in quiet despair. He must be the king's actual PR guy.

Harry gets out a small hand mirror and successfully confirms that he is still not a vampire. The king seems annoyed. Those questions were valid enough, but this just feels like Harry isn't paying attention anymore. "Well, if that's all, then I suppose we'll move on."

"We discovered a new portal near the SS Big," Superman cuts in, trying to keep Harry and Larry from fighting. "It was green an opaque, but allowed seawater to flow down into it, creating a sucking whirlpool. For now, I have covered it with the hull of the ship itself."

"Green, you say?" chimes in a general. "I received a report that the green portal in Tokyo suddenly closed. Could it be related?"

Tor Fac

"I find your lack of emotional response disturbingly inconsistent with those of the others in this room. Perhaps I should teach you some respect."

Having already seen one of Nebula's tricks, Wig Man winces and flicks their forearm as soon as they feel a tingle. It glows with a bright blue and purple as it liquefies, then falls from his body and starts burning a smoking hole in the floor.

He's had worse.

"Respect?" he repeats indignantly as he steps away from the stinking puddle.

"I hope I've made myself abundantly clear. I do not make threats. I only make promises. By failing to heed my warning, you invite death to your doorstep — you've nobody but yourselves to blame for the fate you will suffer."

"Now, on that I must beg to differ," he says, regaining his composure. "Being only a consultant myself, I have no means to produce and no arms to lay down. Well, except my left one, now," he flaps his arm-stump. "As such, I think I was reasonable in interpreting myself as exempt. Though I do support my clients' decision to pursue their ideals to the death, of course."

"Like hell you do," Chelifer snarls, reloading her shotgun.

"Anyway, Enforcer of the Law of the Universe, on whose authority are you acting? Did King Larry send you?"

[Drwily1987]

"Sven? He is my chief of security. As for the name being bad, no, I pointedly do not know that."

A short, bald man on the right side of the table sighs in quiet despair. He must be the king's actual PR guy.

Harry gets out a small hand mirror and successfully confirms that he is still not a vampire. The king seems annoyed. Those questions were valid enough, but this just feels like Harry isn't paying attention anymore. "Well, if that's all, then I suppose we'll move on."

"We discovered a new portal near the SS Big," Superman cuts in, trying to keep Harry and Larry from fighting. "It was green an opaque, but allowed seawater to flow down into it, creating a sucking whirlpool. For now, I have covered it with the hull of the ship itself."

"Green, you say?" chimes in a general. "I received a report that the green portal in Tokyo suddenly closed. Could it be related?"

harry puts away the mirror after looking at himself and overhears superman and king Larry's conversation. "Gee, let's see here. A portal closes just as another opens? sure sounds related to me."

[PrinceNoctisXV]

Horizon world
"Revert!"
Light surounded Rinoa and she reverted to Lucy's original form. Inosuke was surprised but AU Tanjiro wasn't.
"Listen Tanjiro,now that the coast is cleared,now would be the time for explainations. What happened in the real world and why are you mentioning Tokyo of all places?!" Lucy asked.
"My sister who has also RS is back in the real world. I don't know if your friend Marcus is still protecting her. Everything else too. If you know something,I need to know!" Lucy asked.

AU Tanjiro signed. "I guess it would be time,but not here.Follow me." AU Tanjiro,Inosuke and Lucy headed outside of the factory.

[Dr.Gunsforhands]

Horizon (?) World

Lucy was now... Rinoa. "Nice to meet you!"

"A pleasue."

Rinoa(Lucy) and AU Tanjiro went.

"Other Kentaro?!!!" Inosuke shouted. "I don't get it..."

"What happened in the real world?! My sister... If you know something,I need to know!"

After Inosuke smashes the T-Rex and some bio-sensing checkpoints for good measure, he and AU Tanjiro lead the way out of the de-powered factory complex and back to the coastal lighthouse that Zenitsu previously flew over. Tanjiro carries Rinoa in their arms if they don't have their own travel powers.

"We're back, everyone!" Tanjiro calls out as the team arrives.

"And we brought Girl Monitsu, I guess!" says Inosuke.

"Who??" shouts a rifle-wielding bearded Frenchman, leading a group of people with silver raincoats. He already has a laser sight trained on Rinoa, but after a brief introduction he lowers it and powers down his weird electronic gun. "Fine, I guess she can live if you demon slayers are vouching for her. But that won't keep if you start building an army on us!"

"No, of course not!" Tanjiro says, raising their hands to placate the tribalsm'n. "Actually, I'm hoping we'll all be going home soon. I think she came here through a new portal."

"That the rest of us still can't follow you through," the Frenchman says bitterly.

"Probably not. Sorry."

"OK, cool," Inosuke chimes in, "so are we gonna tell Rinitsu-chan what's going on or what?"

"Can you do it? I need to go talk to the Conseil about the factory situation before they think we're conspiring against them or something."

"Uhh..." Inosuke was actually looking forward to a refresher himself, but he can't think of a way to say that without sounding like an idiot. "Ugh! Fine!"

Inosuke explains that they, 'Other Other Monitsu,' and, 'Tangerine's evil sister,' were all students in Tokyo before they developed RS. Tanjiro had a particularly bad time with it. All memory of his normal life was replaced over a couple of days, leaving him stranded with an identity no one else could recognize. In his confused state, he was soon found by the others and inducted into their small club, led by a college professor who was studying RS as part of some secret government project. Inosuke proudly claims that it was he who figured out whose RCs were canon and whose were fan fiction, though Lucy can guess that Marcus probably had something to do with it.

Lucy quickly puts together that the other other Zenitsu must be Marcus. Inosuke says that Marcus took it upon himself to find more people to join their team, using his unique ability to sense a Demon Slayer RC by listening to someone's voice. Inosuke isn't sure why Marcus asked Lucy to board the SS Big. "He didn't meet you there? Huh. Weird. Anyway..."

The team's professor advisor had built a lab around a mysterious green portal, and gave the club members the task of exploring what was on the other side. Naturally, that portal went to a version of the Demon Slayer universe - or it least, it used to. For some reason, the portal suddenly closed behind Inosuke and Tanjiro a couple days ago, and the world turned into this weird dinosaur-robot business. The two of them have been living in an uneasy alliance with these Sea Tribe characters ever since.

"But hey! With your map thing, we definitely know this is France, right? That explains why the geography's different!"

Tanjiro returns from his meeting just in time to be disappointed that that was Inosuke's takeaway from all this.

"It sounds like the portal somehow moved from Tokyo to wherever your ship was," Tanjiro adds, "and whatever moved it also... changed it into this somehow? There has to be a way to put it back the way it was. Right? Please tell me there is."

"Who cares? It's not like it was ever the real world anyway."

"It was for me!" Tanjiro exclaims. Inosuke falls silent as he remembers the thing he just told Lucy ten minutes ago. Tanjiro sighs. "Look, you're right, it won't matter until we get back to your world anyway. We can figure out the rest then. For now, Zen- um, Rinoa, can you lead us back to the portal you came through?"

[PrinceNoctisXV]

"Oh...right,the portal I came through..." Rinoa(Lucy) I replied. "I do recall it was on top of a waterfall south from here. I can lead the way. The tribe that greeted me gave me this GPS device to help me find my way." she explained.

"That will come in handy!" AU Tanjiro replied. "My sence of sence of smell and this device might help us find us find the way." he added.

Rinoa( Lucy),AU Tanjiro and Inosuke braved the dangers ahead on their way back to the tribe.

"I was wondering what Marcus is doing." Rinoa asked.
"You mean Other Other Monitsu?! He went to meet with this Lord Barry or something?!"

" That's King Larry."AU Tanjiro replied."Just an investigation on something the king has planned."

"King...Larry.." that name was familiar to Lucy.
" Oh...the new king of england!" She said. Lucy remembers him from seeing him on television. Her sister Tabby finds him cute and was a big fan.

" Well sooner we can find the portal,the soonerbwe can get back home. AU Tanjiro replied."

" I miss home as well..." Rinoa( Lucy) replied.

As they got closer to the location of the portal...

"I don't think they will regonise me as Rinoa but they know as some sort of "shapeshifter" due to the crystal and my RS case so I might be fine." Rinoa told to her new allies. "
"I woudn't worry about that." AU Tanjiro replied.
He tried to pick up any unusual scent. Lucy did tell him that sea water poured from the portal after all.
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England,real world.
Meanwhile,Marcus was on his way to the briefing.
It has been awhile since he has set foot in London. Before he left to study in Tokyo,shortly before he awoke his RS which changed him physically. His birthname and curent life now a disguise hiding his past life which is now his resl self. With the paparazzi around,it was safer for him to keep his rubber mask on so no one outside knows he's an RS and part of the Neo Demon Slayer Corps, a club of sort in their college in Tokyo. Paparazi made him anxious.
He debated if he should reveal himself to the King and the others. He wore his uniform and haori under his clothes too,just in case.
He heard that Superman brought a few RS cases from the SS Big. Was Lucy one of them?

The sounds coming from the briefing room wasn't hers. He was worried for his protege. He hoped she was there in the room,despite his sharp sense of hearing trying to confirm that it wasn't the case. Was it the right choice to send her?
It was. He has faith in the young woman.
"Be careful Lucy..." he muttered.

[ArlEammon]

(bumping this for ease of finding it)

[Aleph Null]

What an interesting response. Clearly this human requires further investigation.
"My authority is my own. I require authorization from no one, because the only thing that is currently keeping me from writing you out of existence and erasing every deed you've ever done from the current timeline so as to make an example of you is the sheer curiosity I can't help but feel at your actions and responses to my question."
This is technically true, though I also would likely need to consume a significant portion of this factory in order to mass-convert enough energy for such a tremendous expenditure, meaning I would not have the factory to use anymore. This would be quite inconvenient, but such is irrelevant to the current discussion.
"I assume you're referring to the current British monarch? I've no connections with him at the moment, or at least none he's aware of. I could attempt to influence his forces, but that would be a waste of time now that I've found you here. And I'm not terribly keen on letting anyone go until I have what I'm after, which incidentally I believe you and your cronies here have — that is, of course, this factory, and also whatever information you know about WRATH and its operations. Feel free to try and stop me, but it's unlikely to do you any good..."
I pick up a shard of a shattered grapeshot off the ground and eye it with a bit of curiosity, trying to push the idea that the fact that I've found them means they've already lost. It's a calculated assumption, of course, but I'm reasonably sure of its veracity.

[ArlEammon]

((Once again bumping this to the first page for safety's sake.