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Post by Monika on Aug 28, 2013 21:47:02 GMT -5
"While I appreciate the help, Konnig," Aurora began, "I don't think that a bazooka was the best way of solving this dilemma of ours..." Aurora's eyes narrowed as thousands of razor sharp iceberg pieces hurtled toward her crew and her ship. Reactively, she exhaled a stream of black fire - the hottest type she could breathe - toward the dagger-like pieces of ice. Rather than melting, like any normal ice would, the icicles were now sharp, frozen and on fire at the same time.
"Well, we're totally fizzed here!" Blanche was going crazy, crewmates were being thrashed and there was a good chance that many of them were going to die. Aurora braced herself as flaming ice death flew toward the S.S. Veralice, puncturing and igniting the hull, the deck, and many other parts necessary for the proper functioning of a sea vessel. Her brother's once proud battleship now looked like a blazing piece of Swiss cheese. "I would love to pull a Leon here and teleport off without you guys, but I'm going to be a good captain and go down with my crew and ship. Get ready for a swim, everybody!"
Water bubbled up from the ocean through the dozens of holes in the S.S. Veralice, blanketing the main deck in a sheet of salty brine. Interestingly, the ocean water intensified the black flames that now threatened to consume the entire ship. Slowly but surely, the once proud cruiser was plummeting to the depths of the sea...
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"Mmm." Artemis nodded. "Richard Cauldwell was a genuinely great man, and William aspired to be just like him. The senior Cauldwell was William's role model. When Richard eventually decided to reconcile with scientists and abandon his war against scientist, William was driven into depression and, eventually, insanity. The man he had admired most had completely forsaken his ideals. It was more than William could bear."
"Please place the recyclables in here, Sarah" Artemis said as she conjured up another portal on the ground and swept in some reusable materials. "For all his character flaws, William inherited many of his father's good traits. He opened up the C.O.M.A.S. Academy of Magical Studies for young students to be nurtured in the ways of magic. He started a shelter to house all those who had lost their families or property during any of the wars here in Awesome Land. Your feelings may be mixed with regards to this fact, but he spent a significant amount of time trying to learn the art of resurrection so he could undo the casualties that constantly plagued the country. It was for this reason that he had the Scroll of Science. He hoped to study its properties in an attempt to reach this goal. He never made any breakthroughs due to his burning hatred of science, but it was a thoughtful gesture nonetheless."
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Leon stopped dead in his tracks. "Make it quick, huh? Alright, then. I'll find you guilty and sentence you to life in prison. How does that sound?" Leon picked up his gavel and prepared to swing it downward. "Keep in mind, I'm still a bit peeved about that tournament incident, so you're not going to get a fair trial regardless of how you respond. Just thought you should know."
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"Let's go get this temple run over with," Chancellor Awesome repeated, having set himself to auto-pilot to avoid thinking about what would otherwise be a very, very painful experience.
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Post by Calefrun on Aug 28, 2013 22:14:58 GMT -5
CETIS frowned. "Oh, that? What's there to be upset about? Very few of the people that witnessed that little incident are still alive, and those that are have had a bit too much to drink to be able to remember anything anyway. I mean alright, I stopped you from killing a teenage girl with a habit of nosing around in other people's business, but what would her death really have accomplished? And did my actions not lead directly into you becoming the... Temperor, was it?"
He paused for a moment to lean against a wall, retrieve a pipe from his pocket, fill it, and light it. "Now, as to my case. I will freely admit that I was aware of Sarah's plan. However, as I recall, I only went along with it in order to retrieve the Scroll of Science, which I had been ordered by your sister to retrieve. I would never place any blame on our Grand Imperatrix, of course, but the scroll was needed in order to deal with that whole "black nova" problem. The death of William Cauldwell was never a part of this plan, and frankly, I had nothing to do with it. I'm afraid I may have injured some of the other mages there, however William's fate would have been the same regardless of whether or not I was involved."
He took another puff before continuing, "I understand that I am in no position to suggest my own penalty, but I would just like to point out that I posses certain... skills which would be far more useful if applied outside of prison, if you catch my entirely subtle meaning. Of course, it would be preferable if this 'application' could occur after I'm done stopping the genocide of four different species."
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Zento just shrugged and followed the trail of destruction left by the 'BEZes.
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 30, 2013 1:11:19 GMT -5
Shrine to the Sun, Heliopolis, Star Land
Moon Blade felt an immediate and consuming discomfort upon stepping onto the Sun Shrine’s ground. The land was circular and covered in a layer of sand. Rocks scattered about worked in conjunction with the spire at the center to create a great sundial. The towering buildings around the holy ground could all look down and tell time, but none had dared to set foot on the grounds until now.
“I don’t like this place,” Moon Blade muttered to Pulsar.
“It’s just sand,” she dismissed.
“The Star Force permeates this area. I am weak here; my power slips away.”
“Hopefully we won’t need your powers here, Sam.”
Moon Blade grunted but kept walking. Alaizabel could be seen hovering just off the tip of the spire. An aura of flame surrounded and licked hungrily at her, but she kept it at bay. Arms outstretched, she gathered sphere of light in one hand, and an orb of fire in the other. Heat and light—both aspects of the Star Force. She hadn’t been able to separate them out when Moon Blade last saw her.
“Hey, guys!” The balls of energy popped out of existence, and the young avatar flew down in a rush of flame, landing in front of the two travelers. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” Daar Lorra said. “What are you doing here?”
Alaizabel shrugged. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go after we broke up. Starburst and I didn’t really get along for a while…we still don’t, but we’ve got an understanding.” She grinned a little too wide.
Moon Blade narrowed his eyes (not that anyone could see). “How long have you been in this place, Star…Alaizabel?”
“Uh…how long has it been since the Crusaders disbanded?”
“Couple years.”
“Then that long.”
“Have you even left this place?” Daar Lorra asked incredulously.
“Nope. I figure out I can turn solar energy into food kinda. Not too tasty, but it works.” She studied Samuel. “Can you do that, Luny?”
Madness twinkled in her eyes, subdued and faint, but he could see it. Alaizabel had always referred to Starburst as a separate entity, but he never quite believed it. Now he was more sure than ever that Alaizabel was a danger to everyone around her. He fought the nervous shaking that she was inducing just being near him. The Lunar and Star Forces weren’t the best of friends.
“Stella is in trouble,” Pulsar said quickly, filling the awkward silence. “Will you help us?”
“Of course!” Alaizabel practically jumped into the air. “No man left behind! Woman! Whatever. Let’s go!” Without waiting for them to follow her, she flew off in another burst of flame.
They followed. “Hey,” Pulsar said. “Are you ok, Sam?”
“She will be lost if something is not done. She thinks she has tamed the madness within, but she has merely refined it. It will consume her, even as she believes to be in control. I do not enjoy thinking about what will come soon.” he said seriously, “but it must be considered.”
“One problem at a time, Sam. One problem at a time.”
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Aug 31, 2013 1:04:27 GMT -5
Azzi, having ninja-ed his way into the fight, was making himself busy by quietly taking out some of the discobots that were trying to run for help.
He briefly toyed with the idea of biting one just to see what would happen, but decided against it. There would be time for vampire science later.
Havoc Squad filled the corridor with gunfire. and....just kinda kept on doing that. "Maybe we should branch out more." Gree observed.
"We're becoming rather bland." Taler agreed.
"I used to be a Shadow Hunter." Vin offered, firing a shot point blank into a discobot's head. "I could do some shadowy-assassin stuff."
"No, we already have a ninja."
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Post by Monika on Aug 31, 2013 18:37:40 GMT -5
"Hmph. It was never about killing a teenage girl, Mr. Squid. The fact of the matter is that you humiliated me, Leon Veralice, at my own tournament on international, cross-dimensional television! Do you think that I can just let this slide?!" Leon closed his eyes, took a deep breath and sighed. "Ah...Your case is probably the best one I'm going to hear today. Tell me exactly what you can do for me outside of prison, Cale, and I'll reconsider sending you there. You've got three minutes."
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Post by Calefrun on Sept 1, 2013 0:47:09 GMT -5
"Oh man, that happened on air? Sorry about that; I had no idea. Anyway, I'm highly trained in various forms of combat and aggressive dance maneuvers as well as the art of shapeshifting, I have a decent amount of experience in adventuring and battling, and soon enough I'll have experience in averting the threat of a race of giant, sentient, shrimp-shaped machines that want to destroy all underwater civilizations. With the number of problems that seem to occur in this multiverse on a near daily basis, I would think that it would be favorable to have a capable and reliable individual on call to handle tasks that others can't." Cetis inhaled from his pipe. "After all, I would imagine a man as powerful and important as yourself has a number of things that need doing, but not the time to do them yourself."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Sept 2, 2013 22:02:50 GMT -5
Dah-duh daah! Duh duh duh daah! Duh Duh Dah-duh Da-Dah, Duh ba dah duh dah.
The Professor and Sergeant Didgeridoo rounded a corner in the discorobot Cadi and headed straight into the fray. Pedal to the floor, engine humming at full tilt, The Professor drove into the heart of battle. Sergeant Didgeridoo smashed a button on the dashboard and sent the hardtop flying behind them. He stood in his seat, foot propped atop the door for balance, and slung his famed didgeridoo of death over his shoulder. The disco Cadi hit a bump in the ground and the car shook, throwing off the Sergeant's aim.
"Ay mon, watch where ya goin. Cool runnins, cool runnins. Now. Steady....an....boo-ya-ka-sha!"
A missile hurled itself out of the instrument and collided with a collection of discobots, scattering their remains across the battlefield. The disco Cadi found its way through the dust with the NAACP close behind.
"RB, keep the van steady and circle that platoon of discobots over there."
Captain Calypso opened the sliding door of van and climbed atop the roof. Brigadier Blues handed the captain his steel pan, and the master craftsman put it to work. The tones filled the area and began to warp the programming inside of the bots. They dropped their arms and arched their backs into an obviously uncomfortable position, and waited.
"Now RB, pull over there, you know what to do."
The mohawk clad member of the group swung the van next to the awe struck robots and set up his electric keyboard in front of the ranks.
"Doo-Wop, introductions please."
Warrant Officer Doo-Wop raised his mic to the air and began to wop.
"Welcome! One and all! Disco techy bots, boys and girls, and even RB! Welcome to the first annual Disco Tech Battle Royal Limbo Competition! Your prize? Well limbo and find out boys!"
The robots, still in their awkwardly tilted positions, began to shuffle their way over to RB's electric keyboard and limbo their way through one by one.
"Blues, how bout a nice rift?"
"Certainly Captain."
Brigadier Blues struck a chord on his electric guitar and it began to surge with electricity. He stood next to the limbo exit, took a deep stance, and began to swing as the discobots shuffled their way through, launching them off into the distance.
Captain Calypso leaned against the team van and took in the sight, putting a fresh cigar into his mouth.
"I love it when a plan comes together."
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 2, 2013 22:46:17 GMT -5
AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE SIX WHOLE DAYS, THE BEZES RETURNED FROM THEIR TEMPLE RUN. BEFORE THEM, THEY HELD THE GLEAMING SCROLL OF SCIENCE.
"I BETTER GET SOME SMOOCHES FROM THE EMPRESS THIS TIME," GOLDBEZ ANNOUNCED OUT LOUD FOR EVERYONE TO HEAR. "THIS IS LIKE THE SECOND OR THIRD SCROLL I FOUND." HE AND SNOWBEZ FLEXED THEIR RIPPLING BICEPS FOR THE VISUAL PLEASURE OF ALL THOSE ASSEMBLED BEFORE THEM. THAT'S RIGHT. THEIR ARMS WERE SO RIPPED, THAT THE MUSCLES BULGED OUT FROM BETWEEN THE GAPS IN THE ARMOR.
"Wow," Llenchi whistled. "They actually did it. Thanks, fellas." He grinned maliciously. With snap of his fingers, Snowbez went rigid - then he snatched the Scroll of Science from hands of his cousin, who was too busy Crav Magra kicking the living daylights out of the nearest pillar. "Didn't think everything would go so smoothly, but hey. Whatdya know."
"WHAT'S GOING ON. I DEMAND THAT YOU UNHAND ME, ICEMAN," SNOWBEZ ANNOUNCED WITH A VOICE THAT COULD HAVE BLOWN UP THE SKIRT OF THE GODDESS HERSELF.
"No can do, Snowbez. You're made of snow, which is close enough to ice for me to control. Apparently, my demotion only covered liquid water, which is really stupid but whatever. I still have you to control."
"NOT IF I CAN HELP IT." GOLDBEZ WENT FULL HORIZONTAL AND FLEW AT LLENCHI, FEET-FIRST. UNFORTUNATELY, SNOWBEZ PERFORMED THE SAME FEAT, AND THEY COLLIDED IN MIDAIR. SNOWBEZ INSTINCTIVELY HARDENED THE BOTTOMS OF HIS FEET, PREVENTING HIM FROM BEING KIRK-STYLE-FLYING-DROP-KICKED INTO A LOSE ASSORTMENT OF FLURRIES, RATHER THAN THE TIGHTLY PACKED COLLECTION OF HARDENED ICE CRYSTALS.
"FORGIVE ME, BROTHER," SNOWBEZ PLEADED. "I KNOW NOT WHAT I DO."
"SURE YOU DO. WE BOTH KNOW WE WOULD RELISH THE OPPORTUNITY TO KICK OUR OWN ASS. YOU'RE NOT MY REAL FATHER!"
"MAYBE NOT, BUT I WOULDN'T DO SO IN SUCH A PLACE AS THIS. WE NEED A PROPER ARENA. MAYBE SOMEPLACE UNDERGROUND. WITH AN EVER-SHIFTING PLAYING FIELD. AND SOMETHING BASED ON AN ACRONYM."
"IT'S LIKE YOU KNOW ME."
"I AM YOU."
"WHO AM I?"
"THAT'S SOMETHING YOU'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER ON YOUR OWN. NOW! I HAVE ONE FINAL TRICK TO PLAY BEFORE HE-"
But Llenchi wasn't about to let them continue talking. So, playing Snowbez like a marionette, he sent his reluctant compatriot into a furious dance. A team of snow-badgers arose and began to backup dance. However, Llenchi was unskilled in the Art of Dance (he was much more proficient in the art of Suck) and so the badgers tripped over themselves and Snowbez ended up awkwardly slapping every male character in the groin with some limb or another.
"FOOL." SNOWBEZ AND GOLDBEZ DECLARED. "YOUR DANCE IS WEAK."
"Perhaps! But I still control Snowbez!"
"PERHAPS IN DEED, BUT NOT IN HEART."
"I don't...what?"
SNOWBEZ INEXPLICABLY TRANSFORMED HIMSELF INTO A MIRROR OF ICE. "LOOK, GOLDBEZ. LOOK WITH YOUR SPECIAL EYES." AND LO DID GOLDBEZ GAZE INTO THE SNOW-MIRROR AND THUS DID HE SPY NONE OTHER THAT...MIRRORBEZ!
"GREETINGS, YOU HANDSOME DEVIL, YOU," MIRRORBEZ GREETED AS WAS CUSTOM AMONG LORDS OF THE DANCE.
"AND YOU AS WELL." GOLDBEZ SHIFTED HIS MANLY GAZE FROM THE MIRROR TO SNOWBEZ'S HEAD, WHICH ADORNED THE TOP OF THE LOOKING-GLASS. SUCH MANLY GAZE WOULD HAVE MADE ALL PUBESCENT FEMALES (AND SOME MALES) QUIVER IN DELIGHT. "WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS STORY ANYMORE?"
"GOLDBEZ," MIRRORBEZ SAID. "THE TIME IS ALMOST AT HAND FOR YOU TO REMEMBER."
"REMEMBER WHAT?"
"PRECISELY. YOU MUST FIRST REMEMBER WHAT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN. THEN YOU MUST REMEMBER WHAT YOU FORGOT. AND ONLY THEN CAN YOU REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE."
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND."
"NOR SHOULD YOU. IT'S ALL NONSENSE. BUT IT WILL BECOME SENSIBLE IN TIME. AND THEN YOU MUST QUESTION EVERYTHING AND WHY YOU ARE EVEN IN THE FIRST PLACE."
"WHY I AM EVEN...?"
"I don't even..." Llenchi muttered.
"REMEMBER, GOLDBEZ. YOU MUST REMEMBER TO REMEMBER."
MIRRORBEZ SEXY-PUNCHED THE MIRROR FROM HIS SIDE (THE MIRRORVERSE, BTW), WHICH CAUSED THE GLASS TO SPIDER-WEB CRACK. SNOWBEZ RESISTED ALL OF LLENCHI'S ATTEMPTS TO CONTROL HIM, GIVING SNOWBEZ ENOUGH TIME TO SEVERELY CRACK THE MIRROR, BUT IT WOULDN'T SHATTER. GOLDBEZ KNEW WHAT HE MUST DO. HE WASN'T SURE HOW OR WHY, BUT HE KNEW IN THAT MOMENT THAT HE MUST.
HE GATHERED UP AS MUCH SEXY ENERGY AS HE COULD MUSTER AND BRO-FISTED THE MIRROR, SHATTERING BOTH SNOWBEZ AND MIRRORBEZ, WITH A CRY OF ANGUISH. THE SHEER HEARTBREAK CAUSED THE RUINS OF WHATEVERMABOB TO LEVITATE INTO THE AIR AND REARRANGE THEMSELVES INTO A LARGER VERSION OF GOLDBEZ, WHICH ALSO CRIED OUT IN ANGUISH. THAT CRY CAUSED A NEARBY GLACIER TO DO THE EXACT SAME THING, BUT MUCH LARGER. WHEN HE HAD SPENT HIS LAST MANLY BREATH, THE ANGUISH-GLACIER AND THE ANGUISH-RUIN BOTH COLLAPSED. AMONG THE FALLING DEBRIS, GOLDBEZ SEXY-PUNCHED LLENCHI INTO ANOTHER STORY SO HARD THAT EVERYONE FORGOT THAT LLENCHI NEVER ACTUALLY EXPLAINED HIS MASTER STROKE.
GOLDBEZ HANDED THE SCROLL TO CHANCELLOR AWESOME AND DISAPPEARED INT THIN AIR.
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With a crewman under each arm, Blanche flew around the room in a rage, slapping everyone she could with another...until she noticed the ship was going under. Her Dark Energy teleport was accompanied with a very loud groan.
She reappeared next to Aurora. "So...we had to crash the ship, huh?"
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Sarah frowned and continued to sweep. "It seems like so many things would get solved if people just...talked instead of fought with each other." Fully aware of the irony of her statement, she flushed red and turned away.
"Look, Artemis...for what it's worth...I am sorry. I never meant to get anybody killed. He...must have meant a lot to you. And I don't really know why you helped me back there - and you're still helping me now - but thank you."
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Doctor Discotech's Funky Fortress was under siege. From the inside. Today was not a good day to be a Discobot, which was why many were quietly edging away from their tyrannical master/creator.
"Curses! How did they infiltrate my fortress? It must have been those...Hipsters. Always doing what they want, without any regard to what's actually cool or not...I would have them all forced to work at Omnistar if I could find them...someone! Attend me!"
No 'bot was brave enough aside from one that looked, well, shoddily built. Tufts of pink hair poked out from it's cracked head.
"Aye, Discoballs!"
"You...you are not one of mine."
"Sure I am! See the disco-ball head?"
"My Discobots don't talk."
"I do."
"You're not a Discobot."
"Am too!"
"Are not!"
"Am too!"
"Am too!"
"Are not!"
"Aha!" Discotech pointed and laughed. "You admit it!"
"Shoot." Stella discarded her poorly-thought out disguise in shame. "Well, whatever, shinyballs. I', hear to asplode your head and take the Sole of Shoes!"
"I have absolutely no idea what you're - "
Stella leaped at him, katana ready to strike - but he caught her with one hand. "Hey! No fair!"
"You interrupted me," he pointed out. "I think you're the unfair one. But no matter. You seem to be alone at the moment, so let's try out my newest skill - telepathy!"
"Is that like making long-distance calls to relative with you head? Cuz I reallllllyyyyyy need to call my grandma. She's like ninty or some ish but I haven't been to see her since that whole incident with Mittens. I swear that cat was asking for it, the way he looked at me. But cat's have nine lives anyway, so a few good wacks with a - "
"SILENCE!" Discotech clasped her with both and send his mind probing into hers. "REVEAL YOUR SECRETS TO ME."
She just grinned.
Discotech roared in a mixture of fury, pain, and incomprehension. "NOOOOO! WHAT IS THIS? YOUR MIND! IT'S BROKEN. SO SO SOSOSOSOSOS BROKKKKKENEENENEFW;ad;n i CAN'TSASSDDF SODXFGAHAHAA AHAAAAAAA!!!111ONEWON"
He released her (she landed like a cat on all fours) as Discotech recoiled, grasping at his head and yelling in pain. Strange energy appeared in bright bolts out of the cracks in his armor. "I...this power...no...my head...what did you do?"
"Nuthin."
"LIAR! PUT IT BACK. PUT ME BACK!"
"Catch me if you can!"
She darted off down the nearest hallways, rounding corners at random until she ran smack into...Captain Calypso. She clasped onto his face like a...well, face-hugger and yelled, "Big meanie-head is tryna hurt me! You gots to save me cuz I'm a girl and also adorable."
Sure enough, Discotech rounded the corner. He was staggering now. His breathing was labored. Strange energy seemed to be pouring out of his armor. "Put it back...put me back...fix...it...fix..." He managed to raise a hand and lobbed a glob of the strange energy down the hall at no one in particular. "In...truders..."
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 3, 2013 15:17:47 GMT -5
Myrxxan just sighed wearily as he conjured an air bubble around the Vanguard. All of this mental (and now physical) abuse was starting to get to him.
"Underwater we go~" he cheered rather unenthusiastically.
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Azzi suddenly remembered an important detail as he ducked; a discobot went soaring over his head, sent flying by another Styx's gravity bass attacks. That Underground fighter was laughing in pure joy as he smashed the robots to bits with his "art".
It occurred to Azzi that he had come to this strange land for one purpose, and that was to seek out the Scroll of Science.
Which he had yet to attempt.
"Well no time like the present." he muttered and ducked around the corner at the end of the hallway. The fighting was beginning to spread throughout the castle, and right now the Underground combined forces held control of this section of the castle.
Which allowed Azzi to freely begin searching the rooms.
"Hmm, closet. Kitchen. Guestroom. Petting zoo." He went from room to room, searching. It soon became a rather hopeless task as he realized that the Scroll was nowhere to be found.
"Now where would I keep a super powerful Scroll." He wondered. The next room he stumbled into was a bathroom. With a shrug Azzi stepped inside and sat down, sighing.
"Hmmm, let's see now."
He glanced around absently.
And saw it.
Sitting in a basket next to the toilet amongst other reading material.
".....no fizzing way."
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Post by Monika on Sept 3, 2013 21:58:48 GMT -5
"Ha. Don't try flattering me now, Squid," Leon replied snidely. "It's much too late for that. But you are right in your observations. I am powerful. And I am important. And as Interim Grand Imperator, there are a number of things I need to have taken care of..." Leon trailed off for a few moments, considering all the ways in which he could make use of the Illusive Squid's special talents. "Very well, then. How about this, Cale? As opposed to prison time or execution, I shall sentence you to the greatest 'punishment' of all! For the next one hundred years, you shall be the personal servant of me, Leon Veralice, and you shall carry out all tasks and requests I issue to you. On the off chance I die before the one hundred years expire, your servitude shall immediately transfer to the current reigning monarch of Awesome Land."
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"It would appear so, Blanche." Aurora sighed as she and her crew made their way down to the bottom of the sea. "How would you like to help me beat up my brother when we get back?" But before Aurora could finish conceiving a revenge attempt against Leon, she found herself and her allies on the ocean floor. Able to breath. And surrounded by guards. A lot of guards.
"Oooooohhhh no. No no no no no. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo." One guard in particular - a winged, robed, sword wielding man who had been serving in his position for around half a dozen stories - stepped up to Aurora and her group, slapping a hand against his face. "Absolutely NOT. Every single time one of you Awesome Land folks comes down here, it always means something bad for the rest of us. Every. Single. Time."
Aurora glanced at the weary looking guard with a slight hint of concern. Does Awesome Land really cause that much trouble? "Please, Mister, we're not here to cause trouble. We just want to-"
The guard shook his head and held out his hand in the 'stop' position. "Not today. Please. Just go back to where you came from and never return. Ever."
Aurora sighed. "While I'm all for employing Chancellor Awesome's diplomacy techniques, I'm kind of in a hurry right now. So, first thing's first: Special Land is under the jurisdiction of the Awesome Land Empire. Unless I'm mistaken, my...former lieutenant, Laurine, assumed control of the empire and annexed this country during the last war. Now that I'm back in power, the country is mine. You have no right to prevent me from roaming around what amounts to nothing more than another district of Awesome Land."
The guard frowned. "Now that you mention it, I do recall something like that happening a while back...I actually lost a lot of my friends and family to a GIANT. FUCKING. LASER BEAM."
Aurora shrugged. "Yea...Sorry about that. Laurine devised some superweapon and went on a rampage for a bit. If it makes you feel any better, I was unconscious the whole time. I had nothing to do with it."
"..." The head guard pulled a small amulet from around his neck and tossed it to Aurora.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Look at it."
Aurora gave a closer look to the amulet. There didn't seem to be anything too remarkable about it. It was just a small sapphire with a gold chain strung through it. "I'm not sure what I'm..." Aurora stopped as something about the sapphire caught her eye. It looked like something was...inside it? "Is that a person?!" Aurora brought the stone closer to her face to get a better glimpse of it and, sure enough, with her super powered magical eyes, she could see a minuscule person flailing around within the crystalline walls of the sapphire. The person seemed to be short, frail, balding and..."Winston!"
"That's right." The guard initiated a sarcastic slow clap as Aurora came to this realization. "That's Winston, the person your empire placed as the governor of Special Land after we were annexed. And look where he is now. Trapped in a crystal."
"Hmph!" Aurora forcefully threw the amulet back at the guard. "That may very well be the case, Mr. Guard," Aurora began. "But governor or not, the fact remains that I am still in control of Special Land because Special Land is still a part of the Awesome Land Empire."
"Then consider this a rebellion!" The guard deftly pulled a rolled up piece of parchment from his robe pocket, unfurled it and slammed it down on the ocean floor. He casually tossed his sword aside before weaving a bunch of signs with his hands and pressing them against the paper. "Science Style!" he yelled. "Physics Flash!"
A bright flash of light swept the area and then...Darkness. Lots of darkness. And cold. And choking. Aurora now found herself drowning in Special Land. And to make matters worse, she felt like she was being crushed under the weight of a thousand boulders.
"Finding it hard to breath, Your Majesty?" The guard snickered, rolling up the parchment and shoving it in his pocket. "The paper you just saw is one of the legendary Scrolls of Science. A paper that grants its holder the awesome powers of Science...Truth be told, I don't understand its full potential just yet. But I know that with the Physics Flash technique it has taught me, I can temporarily remove the antiphysical properties our Lord Delmerith blessed the planet with. That means, for you at least, for the next five minutes this world becomes completely normal. Light will not go past the ocean's surface, so you can't see. The pressure is over a thousand times greater than it is on land, so you'll be crushed to death. And for the pièce de résistance, your magical powers are useless. Honestly, you shouldn't even be able to hear me right now. But like I said - I haven't mastered the Scroll's powers yet. Not that it matters. You'll all be dead soon enough. My friends here will make sure of it. Farewell!"
And with that, the head guard swam off to Special Land proper, leaving the protagonists to die a physically plausible death on its outskirts while the group of lesser guards watched in delight.
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"Why am I helping you?" Artemis echoed. "It is as you said. Our problems could be solved so much more easily through talking and compromise than through violence. I could have killed you back there. It would have been as simple as banishing your heart to the Null-Void. But then where would we be? Really Cool Land would be without one princess. Neither of us would have learned anything. Your parents and your brother and your boyfriend would have sought revenge and waged war against Awesome Land and, more specifically, me. Incidentally, I estimate the chance of a successful assassination attempt against me by Johnny and the Really Cool Army to be 13.7%. The chances increase by approximately 17% if Knox gets involved." Artemis created a few more portals, sweeping different types of recyclables into each one.
"My apologies for moving away from the topic at hand. By working with you, I hope that we can learn from and about each other. This way, a wise, peaceful monarch assumes the Really Cool throne. Another Immortal doesn't go abusing her powers. Potential conflicts can be avoided. If hard lessons like this can be learned - by you, me and the rest of the world - we would truly be better off. And for this opportunity, Sarah, it is I who should thank you. While William did indeed mean a lot to me, I know that his death will not be in vain if it paves the way toward a brighter future."
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Post by Calefrun on Sept 3, 2013 22:21:39 GMT -5
Cetis considered Leon's words as he finished his pipe and returned it to his jacket pocket. "Alright, I guess that seems fair enough. Or at least, as fair a sentence as I'm likely to receive. I'll be back to carry it out after I deal with that whole 'oceanpocalypse' thing. In the meantime, other me will keep hunting those Scrolls for your sister." He turned his back towards the Temperor and STRUCK AN INCREDIBLY SEDUCTIVE POSE. THE PHYSICS OCCUPYING THE SPACE JUST IN FRONT OF HIM SWOONED A LITTLE, AND OPENED ITS PORTAL FOR HIM TO PENETRATE. He shoved one hand into his jacket pocket, and held the other up in an "I'm too cool to look directly at you while I wave goodbye" wave as he stepped through the portal, which closed behind him.
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Cale woke up just in time to see the Bezes have their moment. "Awww, where is Shiny2 going?" Zento dropped him onto the icy ground. "I... wait, what?"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Sept 4, 2013 21:39:04 GMT -5
Captain Calypso just kinda shuttered. He calmly put out his cigar and stashed the remains in his afro for safe keeping.
"What's all this jive you talkin' girl?"
His stern gaze was taken from her by the fast approaching Discotech.
"Ahhh. Right then. Ok boys time for phase two! RB, would you do the honors?"
RB cracked his knuckles before placing his fingers at the center of his keyboard. He began to play a secret tune and tickled those ivories so hard that an inter-dimensional portal formed in front of the team. The roar of engines, screeching of curb feelers, and hissing hydraulics could be heard filling the battle field as the entire NAACP army came barreling through the gate. These bad mama jamas came through by the thousands, but heading the tide of musical activists was the stalwart and laid back General Jazz, head of the NAACP. He was standing up in the passenger seat of a stretch convertible Cadi, left foot perched on the dash, and a hand resting under his black leather jacket. The car hit a small stream of oil that was trailing from the broken discobots and crossed over, and the rest of the army followed.
The Professor stood up in awe at the presence of such a magnificent army.
"Wow!! It's like a black George Washington crossing the Deleware!!"
The entire military procession stopped, and directed their attention towards The Professor. Sergeant Didgeridoo slapped a hand on his friend's bony exoskeleton shoulder and shook his head.
"Mon, dats not an okay ting ta say."
General Jazz rubbed his temples in disbelief.
"Anyway...Men! Speakers into position."
A fleet of Escalades with massive speakers surrounded the confused and ranting Discotech.
"Trupmets at the ready!"
Thousands of trumpets were tipped to the air simultaneously.
"High C, men, go!"
The mind shattering sound blasted out of the speakers and broke what little bit of a mind Discotech had left.
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 5, 2013 15:25:00 GMT -5
Discotech was left gasping on the floor, various energies leaking out of him. He babbled something incoherently. Ollie, Knox, Cassandra, and Mara Lee joined the crowd that was gathering around him.
"Well," Cassandra said. "Now what do we do with him"
"We end him," Ollie declared, gathering up light energy into her fist. Knox caught her arm as she swung it down. "Lemme go!"
"It's over, Ollie. Look at him. He's gone."
Ollie jerked her arm away. "I can see that. But after everything he did - "
"Do you feel right making that choice?"
She frowned and turned, taking in the sight of the gathered Music Underground around her. Could she really do something like that in front of them? Maybe they expected her to, but that didn't mean she had to. "It's over, folks." She stepped away from the fallen Discotech. "Let's get out of here."
"Wait!" Knox called after her. "We still need - "
"Just gimmie a minute, ok? I need to put some things in order before I go. I'll meet you back at the Underground when everything's ready." She and most of the Underground disappeared into the portal.
A gentle nudge from Cassandra and he went after her too, followed by Mara Lee.
"Yay!" Stella detached herself from the NAACP guy and pile-drove Discotech. "We beat the bad man! We beat the bad man! Now's our chance! Let's go looting!" Without waiting for followers, she took off down he nearest hallway, somehow finding exactly where Azzi was.
"Hiya, Vamp!" And she was upon his back like a face-hugger, but on his back. "Whatcha doin way out here? Hafta bathroom? Yeah, I had to do that once in a battle. Slaughtered a whole buncha people to get there, but it was a false alarm, so I killed all those hippies for nothing. Did you find the Stone of Solitude yet? OR whatever?" She said all of that in one breath with her mouth pressed right up against Azzi's ear.
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Blanche was going to die here, she realized. The pressure was too great. Her air was too thin. And her powers weren’t working properly – or at least she couldn’t concentrate on them enough to figure it out. Pieces of the wrecked ship sank slowly around them, but nothing appeared to be of particular use…
And that’s when Llenchi, on his way to being punted into another dimension, happened to literally burst onto the scene. It was true that the Scroll of Science had created an anti-antiphysics zone, but he was inexperienced. His science was good, but his power was faulty. The random appearance of Llenchi from Chill Land created a pocket of antiphysics, which should have collapsed immediately, but Llenchi was flying out of control and conjured a tunnel of quasi-elemental ice as he went, preserving the antiphysics bubble against the force of the anti-antiphysics.
Luckily for Blanche and Aurora both (and the crew, I guess) that trajectory happened to encompass their area. The ice tunnel separated them from the guards and granted them the ability to breathe again, as well as relieving the immense pressure. Llenchi had appeared from higher up, closer to the surface, and had fallen down at approximately a 390 degree angle, creating a weird diagonal ice tube. Where he hit the ocean floor, he vanished in another flash of antiphysics, thanks to Goldbez’s Sexy-Punch (which I guess makes the tube a combination of quasi-elemental ice, residual Sexy Force, and general antiphysics, making it surprisingly durable) and would probably appear in some other dimension.
Blanche gasped for air as she slid down the 30 degree ice slope before collapsing at the bottom. “Well, that was convenient.” She could hear the ice strain as the anti-antiphysics attempted to rectify this anomaly. “Uh, so, Empress. Any ideas?”
A combination of the guard’s inexperience, the quasi-elemental ice, the residual Sexy Force energy, and general anti-physics would protect them, but not for long. Also the guards were starting to pound on the ice tube.
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Sarah nodded solemnly, continuing to sweep. It looked like they were just about finished here. “Once we’re done here, I suppose I’ll go back to Really Cool Land and begin planning that funeral…”
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Post by Nel on Sept 8, 2013 19:56:22 GMT -5
Captain Danielle stood with her feet planted and her hands on her hips watching with what can only be described as pure malicious intent. The smile that crept on her lips confused and terrified any who saw her. All stayed out of her way. She stood for a minute watching the bustling crew of the ship preparing for its embark. Not just any ship. No. One that would not explore the ocean but traverse the reaches of space. Her desire for that ship was almost more than she could bare. She had long grown tired of simply pillaging small villages and boats as she pleases. She longed for a new challenge. A new frontier. Space.
She made her way upon the ship ignoring the protests of several crewman. When one grabbed her by the arm in an effort to put a stop to her trespassing, she merely demanded if he knew who she was. The crewman was so caught of guard he hesitated before replying. Captain Danielle took the opportunity to bark orders not only at him, but at the rest of the men standing around. How dare they loiter around when there was work to be done?
No one questioned her after that. She held herself with such an air of pride and entitlement that most assumed that she was the captain of the ship. Unopposed, she made her way to the cabin and stood behind the controls smiling.
"Excuse me" Captain Danielle turned to face the man who dare speak to her. "Exactly who do you think you are coming aboard my ship and ordering my crew around?" the man demanded.
Captain Danielle stood bewildered. How dare he question her.
"Who am I? Who am I? Who are you demanding such things from me?"
The man who clearly was the actually captain of the space ship could not believe the audacity of the woman.
"I am the captain of the ship." He declared, "And as Captain I demand that you state your business on my ship or I will have you removed."
Captain Danielle thought for moment while the man calling himself captain grew ever more impatient.
"Well?"
As the last word left he mouth, Captain Danielle drew her pistol and shot him right between the eyes. The action was done so quickly none of the crewmen had the time to move to stop her. The man fell lifeless and bleeding onto the floor and still no one moved.
Captain Danielle stepped around the body to inspect the rest of the ship.
"Clean this mess up." She demanded as she left thinking she would have to rename the ship now that it was officially hers now.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 9, 2013 18:29:47 GMT -5
"I found the Scroll!" Azzi yelled -with a slight squeak in his voice- as he quickly jumped away from Stella and out the door.
Havoc squad was busy shooting a few of the discobots. On second glance Azzi realized that those enemies were long dead and Havoc Squad was just trying to appear useful.
He really needed to get these guys some help.
"Wait, you did?" Gree turned and looked.
"That...that was surprisingly easy." Vin said.
"Yeah it kinda was." Azii looked down at the scroll suspiciously. He shrugged. "Oh well. Let's get the fizz out of here before something else happens."
"'kay." Gree nodded. "How do we do that?"
"Huh?"
"How do we get back to Awesome Land? I don't think we can go the same way we came here."
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"I'll....I'll work on that." Azzi muttered.
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Post by Calefrun on Sept 9, 2013 18:50:28 GMT -5
"Hey guys," Richard Fisher observed as he leaned against a wall in the cabin of the ship known (for the time being) as the Albatross, "Captain's dead."
"How are you so calm about this?!?" demanded one of Richard's best friends, Albert Kluge. "Like, what the hell is going on right now??" He received a shrug in response.
The third member of their group, Gabriel Eberhart, cracked his knuckles. "That bitch is looking for trouble. And she's found it." Seeing the incredulous looks he was getting from his friends, he added, "I... I am the trouble."
Albert sighed. "Gabe, could you not do this right now? Fight her when she comes back or something. We need to report this whole incident to headquarters." He glanced at the body of his former captain. "And... clean this up, I guess." Gabe grumbled something unintelligible before heading below decks.
"Cleaning?" Richard asked, "Dude, that sounds like work. I hate work." He then proceeded to slink out of the room after Gabe.
Albert sighed. "I'll... I'll get a mop."
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 10, 2013 15:07:55 GMT -5
But Stella was not about to let her companions languish in the hell that was Discotech's Fortress of Somethingorother (she hadn't been listening).
"Fear not, my loyal subjects," she declared, arms spread wide. She was wearing one of the discobot's dome heads as a circlet and stood upon the babbling form of Discotech himself. "for, I, Stella the Incredulous, will deliver us all from starvation!" Her UFO beeped a few times and fluttered back into frame. She hadn't been the main character in quite a while, so she had almost forgotten what it was like.
"Friends! Have we not suffered enough?" She dashed between the various characters assembled, clutching at their shirt collars - most notably Gree, Azzi, and Captain Calypso. "The time for revolution is upon us!"
Discotech moaned, which drew her attention. "Oh, looks like we already won. Good job, me!" She high fived herself and twirled around in circles.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 10, 2013 16:45:02 GMT -5
"Right..." Azzi didn't really know what to say to that. "Er, well we got what we came for and it seems that we won. Good job I guess."
"That was fun!" Styx exclaimed. He had managed to turn the twisted remains of several discobots into an impromptu throne.
"So how are we getting back?" Gree asked.
It was at that moment, as Azzi pondered this deeply, that he remembered something important.
"Oh! Guys, remember when I won that box of Rice Krispy cereal and got magic powers?"
"No. No we don't." Vin deadpanned.
"Oh, well that happened. And I still have those!" Azzi exclaimed excitedly. He paused. “I also have a vampire balloon pterodactyl somewhere….” He shook his head. “Anyway, I can portal us back!”
With that, Azzi created a magical portal. A rather sketchy magic portal. “I’m still new at this but it should probably work.”
Gree was a bit more skeptical. “That looks like it might just kill us.”
“Nonsense!” Azzi hefted the Scroll and charged into his shaky portal. “Onward!”
The members of Havoc Squad exchanged wary glances and hesitantly followed him into the portal.
“I just know this won’t end well.” Vin muttered.
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Gree blinked and sat up, groaning at the dull ache in his head. Two things became apparent as he looked around him. One, he was alone. None of Havoc Squad or Azzi were anywhere in sight. Two, he was definitely not in Awesome Land or Funky Land anymore.
In fact, he was what looked to be some sort of medical room. He was lying on a small cot next to a beeping monitor of some sort. He was still in his armor-thank Zais!- but his helmet was off, sitting in the small desk across the room. “Yeah, I knew we shouldn’t have trusted that damn ninja.” He muttered and stood up, stretching.
He immediately went for his helmet. It felt uncomfortable to be without t for any extended period of time. Gree was hardly used to seeing his own face, and he almost thought he was looking at a stranger as he saw his reflection in the metal desk. Shadow beings looked almost human, albeit humans with very dark skin and pitch black hair and vaguely luminescent eyes.
Then Gree noticed something odd. Why the heck was the desk made of metal anyway? In fact, why was everything here made of metal.
Gree began to more closely observe the room. Everything looked very..techie. Then he noticed the window and the inky blackness beyond it that was filled with gleaming dots.
“Oh boy…” He said and walked over to get a better view. The view went on forever. “Yep. I’m in space.”
Not the void that the Shadow beings came from, the all-consuming darkness, but actual physical space. “That…can’t be good. Dammit Azzi!”
Just then there was a very futuristic whoosh sound as a door opened and someone entered the room. Obviously the doctor, who appeared to be an aging woman in what looked like a military uniform.
“Ah! You’re awake.” She said, seeming rather surprised. “I admit I wasn’t sure how long you would be out, I’ve never seen someone quite like you before…” she trailed off. Gree blinked.
“Where am I?”
You’re aboard the Space Alliance vessel Ariadne. I’m Dr. Olsin.” She explained calmly, not at all put out by Gree’s abrupt manner. “We found you injured down in the cargo bay.” She said. A small frown appeared. “We’re all rather puzzled about how you got here.”
“So am I.” Gree said under his breath.
“Well, you must have a lot of questions, but I think you need more rest. I’ll be nearby if you need anything, Mr…” she trailed off.
“Gree.” He said.
“Mr. Gree.” Dr. Olsin smiled. Gree felt he should say something. As he opened his mouth to respond, something weird happened.
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“Thank you Doctor.” He said. “I could use a little more rest.”
“Take as long as you need.” With that Doctor Olsin turned her attention to a nearby computer screen. Gree blinked rapidly. For a moment he could have sworn he saw something…
What the hell?
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“Well this sucks.” Corr observed. One minute he’d been with his squad stepping through a portal back to Awesome Land. And now he was….hell he didn’t know where he was. All he knew was that he was alone, and his gun was missing.
And there was a castle filled with poor people.
At least, that’s what it looked like at first glance. The castle was rather nondescript and average-looking. There was a crowd of people that wandered around the open courtyard in apparent confusion. Most were clad in nothing more than some rugged pants and threadbare shirts, armed with primitive-looking weapons.
And many were taking great relish in shouting over one another about nothing in particular, or running around in circles aimlessly.
Had he ended up in some sort of insane asylum?
And the crowd seemed to be growing. Every time he looked there seemed to be slightly more people. Some actually looked fearsome in actual armor with real weapons. Most just looked like they had seen death.
“Hey!” One of the people pulled himself from the mass of bodies and approached Corr. “How did you get that armor?” he asked/demanded. Corr stared at him nonplussed for a moment.
“Uh, I’ve always had it.” He said. The man snorted.
“Yeah sure. Friggin twink.” With that the man turned and rejoined the fray. Corr staffed after him, not quite sure if he should be insulted or not. He decided to leave, seeing no reason any sane person would remain here. He quickly exited the castle gate and found himself in a small village.
There were more people here, but unlike those inside they actually appeared to be doing things, running errands or speaking to nearby shopkeepers that responded with rather glazed looks and wooden responses.
“YOU!” a booming voice made Corr spin around.
An intimidating figure clad in dark plate mail with a full helmet barbed with two wicked horns approached him, pointing a wicked-looking longsword at his chest.
“Uh, yes?”
“DUEL ME!”
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Vin was pretty sure he wasn’t in Awesome Land anymore. The scenery looked pretty similar, but it lacked the giant buildings of Dynasty City or any other Awesome Land city. He noticed a few villages in the distance, but that was it.
“Okay, well now what?” He began walking. Soon he came upon one of the villages that he’d spotted earlier; a small place with only a dozen buildings at best. He immediately began getting odd looks from the villagers. Vin tried to ignore them, until a group of armed guards approached. Vin made to walk past them but the lead guard shoved him.
“Jerk.” Vin muttered. “What’s your problem buddy?”
“Boppity-boopy!” The guard exclaimed, raising a fist at him. Vin stared at him in confusion. “Bo-boppity! Boppity-boop boppy!” The guard yelled, waving his hands in exaggerated motions.
“Uh…I really have no idea what you’re saying.”
“Ah, a foreigner.” The guard said, now in flawless English(?). “We don’t take kindly to your type around these parts-“ the guard was cut off.
Literally.
A sword decapitated the man and with a follow-up thrust slew the guard behind him. A white form blurred past him and dispatched the remaining three guards with ridiculous ease.
“Cool.” Vin commented. The white figure turned, regarding Vin.
“Are you alright, citizen?” It was a man, face hidden by a hood and a rather freaky-looking skull mask.
“Yeah I’m good. Thanks mister….”
“I am Eddie Auditorium, Assassin!”
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Taler had been Havoc Squad’s sergeant since its formation. So he was used to the military. He was used to shouting. But he was generally the one shouting at people. So the sudden yelling in his ears was rather unpleasant as Taler suddenly awoke.
“GET UP SOLDIER! WE GOT A WAR TO WIN!”
Taler immediately jumped up and snapped to attention. “Sir!” He was in a war-torn building, the air filled with the sound of gunfire, mortar strikes and screams. A warzone.
The soldier in front of him was….intimidating to say the least. The army fatigues he wore did little to hide the ripped form underneath it. For some reason the man had deigned to rip the sleaves off of his uniform, leaving his heavily tattooed arms bare. The man glared at him from behind a pair of aviators.
“GET YOUR ASS MOVING! WE GOTTA TAKE THE HOSPITAL FROM THE ENEMY!”
“Oh! Okay…” Taler said. He looked around. “Who are we fighting again?” It was probably better to just roll with this. Time to figure out what the hell was going on later.
“THE ENEMY!” the soldier replied unhelpfully.
“Right. I’ll just go do that then.” Taler sighed. He exited the building and joined the storm of violence outside. He luckily still had his gun. “Wait…who am I supposed to be shooting at?”
An armed figure suddenly jumped up from behind a nearby crate and fired a few very poorly placed shots at Taler. “I AM AN E-NE-MY!” he yelled, rather carefully enunciating that last part.
“….kay.”
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 11, 2013 0:06:12 GMT -5
Stella pouted. Azzi left her. "He left me," she repeated my narration. "He left me here to die!" Suddenly angry, she snatched up Doctor Discotech's babbling form and stuffed him into her UFO - the same compartment as where she had stuffed her stuffed lawlasaurus. "I'll have my revenge, Azzi Thundercougerfalconbird - even if it's the last thing I do!"
The sketchy portal began to close, so she hopped aboard the UFO, brandished her foam bat and shouted, "MUSH!" making it past the fabric before it collapsed.
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She didn't emerge immediately behind Azzi (or any of Havoc Squad). The place was dark, so dark she beleived at first that she was in a huge cavern with a ceiling too high to be seen. Her eyes adjusted to the new light, and she realized that above her was the sky, blackened and roiling as if filled with smoke. Distant clouds flickered, purple and bruised, with lightning. A cyclopean shaft of light broke through and cast a bloody ray down into the world. It only remained for a moment before the clouds swallowed it up again.
Behind her, extending into the unseen darkness, there lay a vast lake or ocean of white liquid. The sea rose in thick waves that crashed and broke against tessellated beaches. In some places the waves tole the rocks. The geometric promontories crumbled and hissed as they were swallowed by the cream-colored tides.
The place was too dim to see a great distance, but on the horizon there were glowing plumes and incandescent streams suggesting volcanism. The wind was hot and stank of sulfur. The world rumbled and vibrated with these eruptions, the obelisks shedding more stones, but the fires were too distant to be of much immediate concern.
She climbed down onto a ruined boulevard. They were very close. They snuffled and clicked to on another as they ate their meal.
The demons were the size of very small men or very large dogs. Their hairless bodies and legs were slender and multijointed, and they crouched on their folded legs and held their arms near their torsos. Their flesh was pal white, darkening to blue and lavender at their joints. Their fingers were not clawed at all; they seemed almost webbed, and they held morsels of bleeding meat to their mouths in a manner similar to grasshoppers.
Their oblate heads were smooth, and their bulbous eyes rotated independently and focused pinprick pupils here and there. They possessed no visible ears, and only the bifurcated pinkness of the flesh above their mouths suggested nostrils. Each time one opened the lipless curl of its mouth, it exposed chitinous plates clattering and tearing through raw red meat.
The demons hissed and snapped their jaws at her.
"Nope," she said rather nonchalantly. "Not here."
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When she emerged from the portal again, she found herself in a very cold place. Ice and snow covered the landscape. And a bunch of people were all standing around, confused. She recognized some of them.
"OMG it's Shiny2 and Other Guy!" She raced forward on her UFO and seized Cale and Chancellor Awesome in her Mighty Death-Hug of Friendship. "WherehaveyouguysbeenIwassoworriedfirstwefoughtsomerobotsandthenwewenttoaCASTLEbutthekingtherewasabigmeanieasoweteamedupwithsomemusiciansandacouplehipstersandFancyMantheTimeGuytotakehimdownbutIgotlostandmadehimgocrazyandthenAzzifoundtheScrollinthebathroombecausewhereelsewoulditberightanywayI'msogladIfoundyouguysnowTeamFriendshipisbacktogetherOHWAITNOWHERE'SAzziI'mgoingtokillhim!"
The UFO compartment fell open and the blabbering head of Discotech lulled out, accompanied by the stuff lawlasaurus.
":3" she said she she hummed a little tune to herself.
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Post by Calefrun on Sept 11, 2013 0:24:34 GMT -5
Oddly enough, Cale couldn't help but grin. "Good to see you again too, Stella. We... uh... well, we found this guy that was part lobster, then he made us fight snow-clones, then we had a dance party, then I think I summoned a giant... sphinx? Anyway, we got a couple of Socks of Solubility and then Shiny went somewhere." It was then that he noticed Discotech's head. "Haha, what?"
Zento looked from Cale to Stella, then back to Cale. "You need help. Like, both of you."
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