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Post by illirica » Sat May 23, 2020 2:39 pm

If she wasn't going to disobey her orders for Nicolas, she wasn't going to do it for Reaper. Maximum Man's message echoed strangely, an unexpected encouragement. Revolt didn't know what to make of that. His sarcasm was natural, but he did actually seem to want her to survive this - and even defeat her opponents.

It was an all too stark contrast to the message she'd gotten from her government: Protect Source, at all costs.

Revolt looked to Knight, the changed man that he was. To Reaper, who would be the death of her some day. Revolt understood what those costs were going to be. The government did, as well. It wouldn't be the first time they'd sent an inconvenient soldier on a mission they weren't expected to return from.

Reaper spoke with compassion. It didn't surprise Revolt at all - to kill was sometimes an act of utmost compassion, one final solace. She gave a small, sad smile. It was hidden behind the armor, but there was no way of knowing what Reaper could see. "I understand." Words that weren't quite a whisper, but were as soft as she could make them - a foreign concept, for one unused to softness. She thought back, though, to earlier times, before the armor, before the bound generator implant that powered it, when she'd been more human.

"I've lost children, too." There'd been an institutional curiosity, over whether what abilities Revolt had been imbued with could be passed down. She'd never made it past nine weeks, though, before the lightning killed everything.

There wasn't anything more to say on that subject. Revolt stepped back, away from Reaper, giving her the space she'd earned by killing everything around her, the distance both of them required. Reaper could kill her in an instant. Revolt's only chance to survive this was to step aside from the government she had always known, and side with Reaper and Knight, to try to take down a government they claimed was only a shadow.

To betray everything she'd ever been. When she spoke once more, it was with finality, and the full knowledge that the words might be her last.

"My orders are to protect your child."

The shield, not the sword. Likely, she would die upon it.

Her armor coiled back, then the strands of it shot forth with a suddenness that cracked the sound barrier, lightning-imbued, sparking the agonizing solitude of the eye of the storm, lashing out against a single target: The Once-Green Knight.

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Post by Magnusson » Sat May 23, 2020 3:19 pm

"♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪. ♪ ♩, ♬."

Magnusson hummed the human song of universal peace and brotherhood to himself as he surged back into the atmosphere, finished with the personal task which had brought him to this universe in the first place. No doubt he'd already been tattled to Nicolas, but he was skeptical that would be enough to activate murderous intent in the man. Revolt, on the other hand, might see it fit to attempt to neutralize him somehow, if circumstances were different. He'd definitely have to watch out for both of them in the future.

He came to a rest, not five minutes after having departed, at the same place they'd all entered the dimension in. Though nobody was there.

"Hmm."

Maximum Man had been scanning for a particular type of energy, the energy which would lead to the Dimension Tide device. Those scans would have consisted of looking for a particular signature in the atmosphere. He beckoned the Task Orb to return to his side, coding in a new set of orders with a holographic keypad that manifested under his right wrist

The Orb began humming and whirring, seeking to identify the same target as Maximum Man.

As the minutes passed, William contemplated reconstructing his communications device. Perhaps in an emergency, which this hardly was.

I'm sure they'll all be just fine.

Moments later, the Orb picked up an energy flare in orbit. It'd taken nearly double the time as Maximum Man's scan, though he did not know this; instead, he proceeded along the path satisfied that Imperial technology was once again proven dominant.

It was difficult to pick out satellites against the vastness of space, even with superior senses. This would not be the case if it were putting off easily-perceptible energy, though this unknown craft appeared utterly dormant, a dead space hulk the size of the Empyrean in the other universe.

I was supposed to break this thing, yes?

William rubbed his chin, hesitant to simply reach out and lay his hands upon it, or even blast it with a luminous beam. Defenses of some kind were most likely installed upon it. Mighty as he was, it'd be foolish and dangerous to just...push it somewhere else.

Instead, he merely floated aside in its orbital path, following it languidly as it moved around the Earth below. Wordlessly, he indicated to his Task Orb:

"Scan now."

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Post by Lord of Nothing » Sun May 24, 2020 10:33 am

Romania - Before

Dim computer screens illuminated much of the room. Men and women typed diligently on their keyboards as the tall figure hovered over them. His eyes watched not their data. But the people themselves.

"Are you tired?" Asks the insatiable to one particular man. "Yes. You." A hand rests upon his shoulder. Pale, white and tipped with jet black obsidian talons. Each digit large enough to crush the man's neck.

"N-No sir." Says the man. A silence so stiff that any man could hear the pittering of keyboards. Words were no longer hushed.

"Very well." Slowly but assuredly his hand slides off.

He watched the country from the confines of his War Room. His eyes surveying everything. Even those who peered at their screens saw not what it was. The sun shined brightly. Corpses littered the place as much as...overgrowth.

Green. Belle was probably somewhere in that green. Allowed to roam free and feed within reason at the designated prisons.

Romania was a country of the old ways. One in which many people lived in what was technically poverty. And yet the country still ate better than many people. The forests painted the land at percentages of 27%. And the insatiable wondered exactly how much more the country would have when they saw the others. When progress could resume. And some manner of advantage could be reaped from Surgath's extinction level event. When the lies would be dispersed. When progress could be made.

And the monsters hunted down.

"Sir. They're ready for you." Said one of the lord's staff.
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Large hands pinched the small phone delicately in his hands, holding it up to his elf-like ears. Upon a giant screen appeared a live satellite feed streamed directly from a foreign satellite. And the area was assessed independently. Having their own boots on the ground aided with the tactical picture and it seemed clear that it was not a trap. The men indeed informed him of the nature of the mission. That being to eliminate the source itself.

"Excellent." To hear pleasure in his voice was rare by the staff. He speaks. And with his command he brings the pair to twist the fabric of spacetime near him. "Body slide by one." Near the front of the room -- where the map was -- a portal opened and revealed the night blue sky.

His sword held on his naked back -- wrapped in finger-like digits gleamed for a moment before he walked in.

Location X (The Middle of Nowhere) - Now

He was wherever he was needed. The shadow of the society. The thing which no one had planned, accounted for or known about. Few knew of his presence beyond the Reaper herself.

A distortion in the dark. A momentary shadow which swallowed the stars for a brief moment in it's passing before being unseen before the human eye once again. Wind accompanied his passing. His began to look up instinctively look up. They heard noises in the trees.

"Touching."

The men span around reflexively. Their every movement just as what would be expected for one who trained for years of their lives and in dedication to combat. To being the most effective warfighter possible. And yet for them it was not enough for them to detect the vampire standing among them in the darkness. His form becoming more visible as he relinquished the shadow-y textures that wreathed his cloak-like wings. His face still obscured save for a pair of glowing eyes. Serving purely for the purpose of alerting others to their presence. Guns lowered as they saw the leader of their home country in and of itself. Their "warlord" as some called him.

And futile.

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He remembered the deal that was made. He was to aid Alaecyn. But interests in the man were little. His goals however and mission were one which the vampire and the knight shared.

As Revolt began her attack, Septimus merely watched from the group near shadow cat, issuing commands as though he'd been there the entire time. He spoke. His voice a whisper. Permeating the minds of Shadow Cat and his men. "This changes nothing. The attack shall continue."

"Sir are you sure about this? We can still accomplish this."The man was not afraid to speak up.It was best to not word it as the lord being weak. But to say that he was invulnerable was a falsehood. And to risk the leader of a country was unheard of it modern times. But this was not modern times. This was the earth being sent back cent twenty, fifty years. This was the government that was supposed to protect people building a house of lies to disguise the fact of their incapability. To disguise just how small humanity was in the grand scale of things. To delay the inevitable. To deny what must be accepted.

This was the coming of a new dark age. When empires fell. Civilization collapsed. And the strongest were the ones to rule. It was a terrible time. A vaccuum created which the powerful rushed in to fill. And morality fell to the wayside as villages burned, witnesses killed, people raped and monsters roamed free.

"Never again." He clenched his sword. The digits sprouting out of his body which held in place releasing it. A sword fit for a giant. Blade and hilt combined being taller then most men and women present. "An uncivilized age approaches. One which mirrors the situation of many of the worst places in the world. Where a leader must be prepared." He winds up his arm. The blade cocked back.

"I must be able to fight." He would be attacked. People would breach his castle. People within his own country would conspire against him. The world would oppose the right of the vampire. The things he had to do to be where he was. So much blood.

Always, so much blood.

"And I must. Win."

The noise of wind as he sent his sword slicing through the air. Singing as it went.The vampire silently departing into the air as it did.

"WARNING TARGET INCOMING" Flashed on a screen visble to the perspective of the automated turrets. They opened fire. Bullets frantically attempting to hit some oncoming projectile which had no heat. No thrust. Nothing which propelled it's motion beyond the physical might of a toss. And which hosted a radar signature much smaller then a jet.

Men snapped instinctively to their positions. Humans were different from most of the thing's he faced. They tended to scatter get behind cover. And ready themselves to fire. But they always.

The men saw only a sword. None seeing the fast moving object which blended into the dark of the knight divebombing right towards the most crowded position taken up.

Impact. Dirt erupted upward. Blast waves radiated outward. Bones of those near by were pulverized. Ammo and supplies were tossed with the same ease of the rag dolled men. The armored personal carrier in the background flipped over, rendered useless. Those fortunate enough to be outside of the impact zone ran to seek refuse with what they mistook for an artillery round.
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It was not an artillery round.

There was no flame. No light which. Only air roaring outwards at organ rupturing velocities. Nobody bothered to take notice or look back as they were reduced to their instincts developed training. Training which did not prepare them enough to face the wrath of a Vampirific Lord as he. As they scattered, tendrils ripped clad with teeth reached out to grab the dead.

One man who crawled away --unable to walk-- said nothing, only frowning as he too was dragged into the cloud of dirt.

Silence.

"Go."

From the clouds of dirt, red eyes appeared. Before a pair of vampirific ghouls ran outward. Pale white creatures clad in the very same military armor that they had. Each one quickly approaching speeds similar to that of a horse and very much surpassing that of a normal human with typical. Bullets pelting their to questionable effectiveness as they chased down and few men, began to maul them and upon their death, created more ghouls.

The insatiable walked forward. The light shining upon his pale naked form. Doll-like anatomy still hosting some semblance of a masculine shape. He walked on hind feet -- quietly staring down the constantly moving tank as he strolled. Bullets meant to pierce metahuman flesh passing through his flesh as though it were made of water. That was until a HE Tank shell came towards him at high speeds.

That hit with a satisfying THUMP as he smacked it aside with the slanted surface of his wing and caused it to richochet off his flesh. Right into the front gate.

BOOM

The tank round blew the gate wide open, a single automated turret decimated.

"Your time is now. Kill the source." He spoke to his own men and Shadow Cat. And the men knew that if the tales of their leader were true, this engagement seemed a but a delay.

A plume of dirt radiates outward, hind legs propelling him upwards as he took off into the air. Conventional systems unable to detect the room temperature creature. A blur appearing before mirrors and cameras which attempted to record him. Tank rounds mostly missing and unable to lock onto him as the nimble tanks drove constantly to delay their obliteration.

He watched as some of the ghouls were gunned down. Shot in the legs and collapsing onto the ground. Another blown up by a grenade launcher and reduced to smoldering pieces as it immediately ignited into flaming piles of bone and kevlar.

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Re: Incursion: Riptide [Closed]

Post by LunaHawk » Sun May 24, 2020 5:25 pm

On Board Dimension Tide

A computerized voice spoke in the darkness of the inner most chamber of Dimension Tide. "Portal activation sequence initiated. Target located. Firing Portal request received. Engaging Tide." Men and women screamed in eternal suffering as the machine tapped into their minds and took what it needed from their souls.

All of this gathered energy combined with the internal fission reactor to power the satellite. Combined energy poured into a reflective surface held in delicate embrace by metal clamps at the heart of Dimension Tide. It looked like multi-colored glass. The screaming continued and would do so until the device was finished powering up the portal.

"Portal activation in thirty seconds. Timer started."


In Space!

The Dimension Tide lit up like a christmas tree, pouring out energy like an unstable star. Magnusson's orb soon revealed details of the Dimension Tide. It had been vulnerable prior but it raised its defenses as soon as it engaged. Shielding flickered to life around the machine but not before the orb's scans revealed both the fission reactor inside and the biological components. There were twelve bio signs in the heart of the machine, three of which were fading. Isolated elsewhere in the machine were twelve more bio signs with low outputs akin to sleep. Finally there were two bio signs near the surface of the machine, very much alive and well.

Source

Reaper shook her head ever so slightly at Revolt. She didn't intervene though, Chymera would need to earn his own victories. She thought about telling Revolt about the government and it's role with Source, but she let it go. Revolt was loyal to the core, she'd never understand or turn on her government.

She watched Septimus come in right on cue and begin tearing a hole in the houses' defenses. Even the house was a lie. Not a lie, no not a lie. A wish. A wish surrounded by walls, razor wire, and tanks, a wish where no one played anymore. She shifted the staff of her scythe and closed her eyes, reminded of better times. She remembered Power Rangers and Barney, she remembered McDonalds and night lights, she remembered tucking small children into bed.

Then she remembered being lied to. It was almost enough to make her take action--but it wasn't. How could she? Even if it was what he wanted more than anything in the world ever. Now she remembered life support systems and a doctor talking--not to her, but to the Government--while she was in the same room.

"I'm sorry, he's dying. As long as he is using the ability the terminal cancer will keep spreading. Can he turn it off, even for a few days?"

Yes he could. They hadn't let her answer though. She knew she could work with him and teach him to turn it off.

But that--that would upset the status quo, wouldn't it?

Her grip tightened on the staff of her scythe. Oh what a fool she'd been, from the first time she'd met the government's agents.

Soon the suffering of her child would end and his last act would be to take the government down with him.

Since then she'd visited him plenty, but every time she tried to teach him they'd turn off his medication and he'd start screaming and crying. And she couldn't take it. It was the one and only power anyone had over her.

Soon they'd both be free.

And that is when people would really start dying.

Shadow Cat, invisible to sight, slipped past the defenders at Septimus's command and a team followed after her, taking the fight into the courtyard of the house. The door opened and four meta humans stepped out to engage the team. Shadow Cat ducked into hiding, not one for combat. The Romanian team wouldn't last long against the government's team of super agents.

Chymera saw the tentacles coming before the attack came. He lashed out with his blade, swiftly deflecting several of them from their target before he was forced backward. One of them slammed into his shielding and sparks flew in every direction from the contact. He nearly lost his footing and his grip on the blade at the same time. A few weeks ago the hit would have sent him flying. The shield didn't hold up though, faltering and flickering away, leaving his armor to stop her future attacks.

He teleported, tapping into powers he'd gained over the last weeks and materialized behind Revolt, seeking to drive his blade up into and through her spine and deep into the core of her body. He struck with inhuman strength, well in excess of anything he'd previously displayed. More than killing her, he wanted her to bleed, his eyes shone with anticipation beneath his helmet. Lighting powers would make an excellent addition to his collection.

Of course, if he failed her counter attack would be a significant problem. He needed more powers, he needed durability to match his speed and strength. He hungered for more powers, more abilities to take from those he defeated. There was never enough, something at his heart hungered for more and more. He'd stopped trying to fight it days ago. He'd never felt better in his life.

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Post by illirica » Mon May 25, 2020 12:16 am

Knight moved in a blink, a swift teleport away from the brunt of her attack, and Revolt didn’t need to steal precognition to know where he would end up. His presence behind her might have been smart, but it was no surprise. Her armor acted of its own accord, reaching out the tatters of its cloak to wrap the blade before it could strike, to jerk it aside with galvanic strength, to take the Knight’s arm with it if he would not release it. This was no time for unwanted sympathies.

As much as she would have ordinarily like to stay and finish him off, her mission was not to defeat Knight - it was to protect Source, and as the terrifying new aspect of the strike team appeared, she used her armor as a fist, to punch the Knight aside as she moved towards the breaking gate.

She knew him - Romania’s vampire Lord, known as the Insatiable, who held an entire country beneath his clawed and bloody thumb. To engage him was to engage a nation itself, a war best done between armies and not individuals. Indeed, he had brought his, the blood-slaves writhing, men who had once been soldiers like herself.

They were no longer fit to wear the uniform.

Tendrils of exoterium whipped forth, no longer imbued with lightning, but with the leading edge sharpened to finest of elemental filaments, sharp enough to cut through metal or stonework or armor. Flesh was no inhibition, nor bone. Revolt was not needlessly cruel - she killed them cleanly, heads taken off from those who might have once been her comrades without so much as a backward glance - one, two, three, four. Her armor was not so weak as the flesh it housed, and she didn’t need to worry about inertial compensation at the outward edges of the exoterium tendrils - they cracked like whips as they sliced the sound barrier, and bodies crumpled where they stood, the very vertebrae shorn in two as their displaced heads tumbled off into oblivion.

The mercenaries she was not so careful with, raising her arms and stretching out her hand as the armor formed tiny globules at her shoulders, one after another, chained down a lightning channel along each arm with all the destructive force of a railgun, one after another - a hailstorm of sundered bullets and pure destructive impulse.

She had no allies here. There was no need to be careful. Her motion had taken her close enough to the man they didn’t dare call Septimus Nier, with all his immortality and insatiability. It was rumored that he was nearly indestructible, but that was only a rumor, because the narratives in which anyone had managed to strike him were merely legends.

To stand against him was to stand against death itself - but death was already present on this battlefield, in so many forms. The Shadow, the Beast, the Death Knight, the Reaper.

And her.

She had killed men and gods and everything in between - from Frederick Damson to Volksgeist to Hector Williams. What she saw in the Reaper’s visage, she did not see idly.

He was airborne, but that didn't mean that she could safely ignore him - as quick as he was, he could drop into the battlefield at any moment. The government would have security measures in place within the building, and Revolt's best option for allowing them to do their jobs was to keep the power players outside, where they couldn't interfere. She'd managed to neutralize Reaper well enough already, if only by virtue of the woman's own paralysis over the subject of her offspring. The manner mattered little, only that for whatever reason, Reaper was choosing to stick to the sidelines. It was a chance, and one she couldn't squander.

Knight, rage-blinded, would be certain to continue to engage her. The Insatiable, not so much - if she wanted to make sure he stayed in this fight, she would need to attract his attention. He'd been a fighter once, hadn't he? More than that, he'd been a hunter.

"Has the Insatiable grown so soft that he lets others hunt for him?" She did not call to him, because it would have been far too uncouth a challenge - no, her words were soft, as if meant for no one but herself - and yet she knew that he would hear them. She strode back towards the Knight instead; she made a better hunter than the goshawk above. “An army of the dead and the dying, Knight. It lacks a certain vitality, don’t you think?”

“Tch.”
She had closed in, and the armor wanted his death as much as she did. Esoterium flechettes tore free of the armor, propelled from their places along her arm by combustive sparks, seeking out places where his armor might be weak enough to tear through - or to create such a place, if she could.

“It’s not as good as the army I left behind, or the army I brought with me.” A truth - two truths, both used to hide the greater lie. The forces she’d brought back with her might have been superior, but they weren’t here, and Revolt didn’t think they were likely to be. It didn’t matter. She was here, and if she could make them worry about her potential backup, then that would be a tactical advantage. Revolt needed all of those that she could get. It might be enough to keep them focused on her and protect Source long enough that the government could turn the tide within, wresting a Pyrrhic victory from the Knight’s grasp - while she died alone.

At all costs.

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Post by Lord of Nothing » Tue May 26, 2020 11:53 pm

The monster crashed into the tank immediately. The on board Browning Machine gun attempting to riddle him with bullet. He grasped it by the barrel and yanked it out, the mounting giving away the machine gun too big for men to carry was tossed aside as though a toy.

It's claws sank into the steel. Their sharpness belying that of what was physically possible. Becoming sharper than atoms. Sharper then protons and neutrons. Sharper then electrons and quarks. Sharper than anything that conventional science could ever comprehend. And just like that, they became dull. The tank was thick. His claws going only as far as his hands allowed. And with the absence of such sharpness came strength.


"Is this all you have? What happened to you all?"

He expected more. Much more. There was a time where he was weary of who it was that he crossed. Where he had to heed the strength that the government and military held. Forcing him to first pursue a country far less capable. Corrupt. Unstable. And up and coming. And now here he was. Fighting against nothing more than a few tanks and a band of aircraft. Lies upon lies would rot the government from within. But even he did not expect it to be this much. He'd expected battalions. Not mere a platoon. Groups of metahumans. He'd expected something of an accomplishment. A bunker like unto Fort Knoxx capable of withstanding the close proximity of a nuclear bomb. Not whatever this was.

"Pathetic."

With an brief, ominous CREEK the entirity of the tank turret assembly came off in a whir of motion, claws gripping firmly into armor capable of shrugging off rocket propelled grenades. One man flying away as the others watched for a moment -- gawking at the vampire lord who has removed the entire upper frame of their tank in seconds before they all immediately departing the tank.

"How far you have a fallen. " An eye spawns upon Septimus' back as he wills it. Swirling in place as it searches the battlefield before falling upon the tank. A single flash at the projectile came towards him. Perfectly aimed at him. An impressive shot which came at him at speeds faster then sound.

Humanity were different kinds of creatures when it came to the hunt. Teamwork was important. And thus the tank would not fire. Not until the men were well clear of the vampire toting aroudn the tank turret. Septimus allowed the multi-ton gun to be held in one hand as he was.

Another explosion as he backhands it away and into one of the soldiers who pulled out a grenade -- obliterating him outright. And takes off into the air. The tank turret still in hand as he survey's the battlefield.

A taunt.

The woman had torn his ghouls asunder as though they were chew toys. He knew not of who the aggressor was but she demonstrated her power and spoke little of him and his own army. While her own army dies and delay the inevitable. Almost as though it were an attempt to draw the ire of the insatiable herself.

Her attention turned towards her men. And already a few were cut down. Years of training down the drain for some as the metahuman made mince-meat of groups. A few dropping with giant holes in their chest, limbs blasted off and dirt flying everywhere. Still yet, instinct kicked in and many dropped to the ground, crawling along uneven terrain. Others found themselves leaping for cover. Which was non-functional. At this point it may as well have been concealment. But they all knew what mission they were volunteering for. They all wanted to lie to end too.

Nobody bothered to shoot at her.

If she wanted to draw the ire of the insatiable, then she would have it. His wings flapped audibly to support the weight of the upper half the tank, as soon his arm wound back once like the wooden shaft of a catapult as he chucked the truck sized tank turret as if it were a toy. Soon to be upon revolt in mere moments, the giant object would impact the ground like a missile -- threatening to smash into whatever stopped it with enough force to go through a skyscraper. Shockwaves radiating outwards wherever it stopped enough to kill a man just for being close to where it hit.

If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

Four metahumans appeared out of the house, seeking to deal with their forces. And the Hunter of man crossed the entire battlefield in moments to meet them.

Men ran and ducked for cover. But they needed only dodge one energy blast from metahuman before his torso burst into blood and gore. The perfect line across his body verifying that it was not a bomb. It was a cut. Pieces of the metahuman's body landing elsewhere. One hand laying next to him and a torret of blood.

What a waste.
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One was down. Another missing. Another moments glance and the vampire had slammed into him clawed feet first and dragged him along the ground as though he were a bloody surfboard -- Septimus' bird like talons gripping the man the entire time. A bloody path of torn up grass accompanying the pair before a SNAP singled the death of the second.

And then there were two.

The giant feels a telekinetic grip wrap around his body. And the other runs forward to cross -- his fist rearing for a punching. All the while Septimus gives the telekinetic man a glare. A few seconds peering into the blackened void of Septimus eyes was all it took before he could command him.

"Unhand me. And kill yourself."

The psionic forces soon ceased. And then without any warning the telekinetic crumpled onto his knees, puking blood and pieces of what remained of his psionically shredded internal structures before his eyes went pale. The strongman finally reaches. And his hands hit air. Or more accurately, mist. His target having poof into a thin cloud of vapor. The man looked around confused. Too slow. Too late.

The mist invaded his every orifice. And he began to gag, trying in vane to cough it out before it slithered inside of him, disappearing as it filled him. And finally reformed inside of him. Growing slowly but assuredly. The force of Septimus' solidifying and expansion contesting the strength of the man's internal structures and musculature. Claws soon poked out of his body.

The man blew up. Pieces of of him going everywhere.
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Coated in blood -- the insatiable's flesh became soft. Malleable. Accommodating for numerous maws to be shape shifted into place. Pink and fleshy tongues lapping up the blood on his body. The wings turned into octopus-like tentacle with the exception that rows of black teeth began to line the vaguely black tentacle's maws where suction cups should be. Aligning themselves and merging together as though it were a black -- animate cape.

Perhaps the remaining tank would attempt fire on him and potentially blow up the house. He was only a few feet away. Certainly would make his objective easier if they did it for him.

"All alone. Are you?"

He spoke from the dozens of mouths permeating the battlefield and equidistant in amplitude. All would hear him as though he were right next to them. Though he wondered if the person he was referring to would understand who he was referring to.
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Post by Magnusson » Wed May 27, 2020 3:58 pm

Fascinating. Life signs aboard the station, but most of them fading, he mused to himself, floating aside the enormous prism that was the Dimension Tide. It was unclear to him what the station actually was, internally, other than a direction engine for a powerful portal. Initial scans revealed a fission reactor at its heart. Without a doubt, that was the potent energy source which empowered this world to visit others like it. What was the science of that? Fake worlds realizing themselves by ascending to an upper plane. Peculiar, peculiar.

It'd been dark a moment ago, though now the space station flared to life. William was able to perceive the activation within its core without the use of the orb, simply feeling the shift in particle arrangements. Then, an energy shield manifested around the outer hull, a pale blue aurora flickering at the edges of the metal suggesting a conventionally impervious defense.

But what powered up the shield?

William allowed himself a glance at the surface of the Earth.

As he did so, a cylinder of pure energy roared upwards at the station - with him between it and the world below. Red and raging, it was a column of pure death, clearly contained within some kind of magnetic field that allowed it to travel along a predetermined path. Thus, it was not a directed energy weapon, but rather something more like a tornado of energized fury, and it was headed straight for him at light speed.

Even at light speed, travel from the Earth to the moon would take two point five-one seconds. For something hanging in far lower orbit, the distance between the world's surface and it would still take about point six seconds to cover at those velocities.

William's body stretched and strained as he launched away from the crimson pillar, one hand desperately clutching the Task Orb as though it were a precious diamond. For while he possessed a degree of invulnerability that would allow him to survive the excruciating power of the Solar Beam Cannon, his faithful tool surely did not. And he could not risk its obliteration.

There'd been no real time to aim himself in a direction, properly, when he'd moved out of the way. That was why he collided dramatically with the surface of Earth-D's moon.

When he looked up, the Tide and all life aboard it had been completely annihilated, little more than a ruined hulk.

William inspected the Task Orb, which he'd nearly crushed in his grip. No longer adequately functional, but it still held the data he was after, and the components of Nicholas' tools - the teleportation drive, and the inner-ear communicator.

He glanced back at the Earth, this time focusing in on where the beam had come from. His vision sharpened drastically, extranormal senses filling in the gaps in the same way human sight adjusted for motion blur. By narrowing his gaze, he was able to look at Solar City, even as the planet rotated at high speeds, and the moon around it. He could see the city covered in a sheet of ice, under assault by one of their interdimensional hit squads. That was where the beam of light had originated. Either "Predator X" had betrayed her ally the "Green Knight," or the team had commandeered the laser to destroy the portal themselves. A creative ploy.

Anything you give them, humans will turn against you.

It was a reminder not to distribute tools or technology to them. They were creative mimics, and quick to notice that artifacts meant to cause their destruction often resulted in their salvation instead. Ynerax Stones, he knew, had been seized and manipulated against Surgath during his own incursion on the planet. Eldest tools, too, had been turned on their makers. The burns on his arms, now, were a reminder: when in doubt, just beat them to death. Nothing fancy.

Magic can be turned on its wielder like flipping a switch. Superweapons can be hacked. Telepathy can be reflected by a strong will. But being picked up and thrashed into the floor by the ankle at mach speed? Not much one can do against that. Even the mighty human cannot survive.

Extricating himself from the crater he'd created, William removed his tattered cape, inspecting it with disgust. Black patches and holes had permeated the metamaterial. Even his plasma baths aboard his personal craft could not manage such a thing. He let it float to the ground.

His shoulders now bare, he collapsed the orb, too, which now served as little more than a receptacle for those things he'd placed inside it.

Then he thought about what to do. He had what he personally came here for, and his assigned objective had been accomplished.'

Curiosity held him, though.

Maximum Man and Proton, he realized, peering deeper at Solar, have gone to the city. But where is Revolt?

Maybe she was hunting him; that would line up with her internal desires. But somehow he doubted it. The moment he'd left, they would have outright lost him, and probably written him off as having escaped. If he wanted to run, then they couldn't touch him. He was the most powerful among them there, yes...perhaps even the most powerful being in this universe. His lips twisted into a serpentine smile. No father in this universe, no. Here, he was the ultimate life form.

But this universe was not his. It would always be silver to the Earth Above's gold. He could not remain here and create the perfect system. It would be beneath him.

So it was back to square one. Where is Teja Docesznic the Lesser? Could she have been aboard the Dimension Tide when the Solar assault team destroyed it? How heartless of Terminus and company! But somehow that seemed unlikely. The Task Orb would have noted her presence, unless she had taken steps to mask it. More than likely, she was still here on this world, and at a loss for how to deal with the Tide without him, had gone to the surface, perhaps. Or...maybe she had a mission of her own. There was little way for him to know, without being tapped into their communications net.

"Hm-hm-hm," he murmured, crouching low for a second before blasting off, leaving a gray dust-storm upon the moon in his wake.

Let's find out.

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Even in Darkness, Always Light

Reaper looked up at the precise moment the sky rippled. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring it, so focused on their fighting as to be unaware of the brief cataclysm above. Her watch's Dimension and Body Slide functions went dead, but that hardly mattered to her. She shifted her foot and gazed to the heavens. While the sky was wounded she smiled, a genuine smile, not a sarcastic one. The reasons would be unknown to all but her, for Reapers are strange creatures with designs beyond mortal vision.


Battle for Source

Alaecyn had to admit, the Vampire Reaper had brought along was impressive to watch. Throwing a tank turret at Revolt was a nice touch. He'd never ordered the Vampire here, was pretty sure he couldn't have. He'd been surprised to even have the Romanian soldiers but to have Septimus himself show up. Those were levels Alaecyn wasn't capable of pulling.

What strings can Death pull for you?

That was a good question, one he would have to consider later. Suffice to say Reaper'd come through for him in a way he never expected. Now if only she would fight.

Well, if not her, then he certainly would. He'd wanted Revolt on their side but his suspicions about the depth of her brainwashing proved utterly true. Sucks. Well--there were others out there who would join the cause, especially once the veil was lifted. Moments after the turret was thrown, right before it would reach Revolt, he teleported, but not before hurling his sword point first at Revolt's nearest Kidney, just below the line of the flying turret. A sonic boom trailed behind the sword.

He materialized on the other side of her, closer to the wall. His actual aim had been for the other side of it, but as he'd suspected, something held him back. Thus delayed he summoned his knife and poured dimensional energy from his heart into the weapon. He pointed and a green-white beam of coherent energy lanced out, crossing the distance between himself and Revolt at near the speed of light. It was energy, but it was not energy. It was not of this Earth and it interacted poorly with the environment or anything unfortunate enough for it to touch, causing extreme destabilization at the molecular level. He intended to strip her of the armor, rip it apart at the molecular level, or at least blow a big hole in it.

The energy release staggered him and his breathing intensified. He'd have to hold off on doing that again any time soon.

The fact he could do it at all though delighted him. Every day he had new strength. Last time he'd tried the ability it had left him unconscious.

"Soon, I'll have an army of billions," he answered her. "Imagine the rage of a world awakened to the great lie--a lie perpetrated by this puppet government you love so much. They will rise up, right across the world, and burn the old order to the ground."

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Post by illirica » Wed May 27, 2020 6:51 pm

Revolt had attracted the attention of the Insatiable, it seemed. Since that was what Revolt had intended, it was all according to plan - and yet that didn’t make his attention any less dangerous. He tore through military technology like paper, hefting the turret of a tank with apparent ease and hurling it towards her. The armor twisted her aside with a crack like a whip, inertial compensators in work to let her survive the sudden g-forces as it pivoted on its extended edges and moved her out of the way. The turret hit the ground and the outlying aspects of her armor with a crash, crushing exoterium beneath it, the blast of it knocking her back, her armor coiled around her as the dust and debris washed over. The armor excised its battered extremities, a quick amputation of that which lay trapped beneath the turret, driven deep into the soil.

Such things, for all their furor, took only an instant - though it often seemed that they took far longer, from within the maelstrom. Revolt pushed herself up once again, her armor back to the more standard form-fitting suit once more, bereft of the supercharged extremities. The exoterium’s natural inclination was to return to a standard shape, and so without her expressed alterations, it automatically snapped back to the familiar shape, making it easy for her to get up and move without needing to think about adjusting her natural motion patterns for different weight balancing.

There was a glint and an alert from within the crater - Knight’s sword had followed the turret attack, contributing to the damage it created within the crater. If she’d been within at the time, it could have been drastic - but instinct had gotten her out of the way quicker than reflex.

Not her own.

Knight moved, teleporting himself to the other side of her. It occurred to Revolt to wonder if the Reaper could answer the age-old inquiry of whether teleporting meant dying and being re-incepted in a different location, but it was hardly the time for that question, and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know the answer anyway. He was bereft of his sword, but he drew his knife instead, the secondary weapon. Revolt sent a barrage of exoterium flechettes towards him while he did so - having not had a weapon at the ready was a tactical mistake, and she intended to make use of it. He raised the knife, which gave her a moment of concern - because it should have been a short range weapon, but he obviously thought that he could make use of it at this range.

That was why her defenses were up when the blast hit. It had been so quick, she hadn’t even had time to react to it - an action at the speed of light, or so close to it as to make no noticeable difference from her perspective. The beam struck her raised arm, doubly and triply refortified with exoterium so that it was practically a shield. The strike spattered against her armor, which sought hungrily for another source of power, drawing the energy in to convert.

This energy, though, was like nothing she’d ever known before. It was not the controlled chaos of most energies - not a wave, but a series of fractals - it twisted out from itself and moved and splintered, subsuming and devouring everything in its path. It would devour her armor and her within it, if she allowed it. It was an infection, a cancer - and it must be cut out.

The exoterium sharpened, not outward but inward, molecularly fine blades shearing through flesh and bone alike as it separated the shield arm and armoring from the rest of it, protecting the greater whole. With the action, it capped itself, cauterizing bleeding and scarring tissue in an agonizing moment that - like the maelstorm before - seemed to drag out for an eternity. Then, the time dilation had been useful, adrenaline assisting her reflexes to bring her into position. Now, the time dilation was only prolonging her suffering.

She staggered, and he spoke of armies. Billions - no wonder he must be stopped, at all costs. He was as bad as Surgath in his own way - only he sought not to destroy, but to conquer - and no one was here to stop him.

No one but her.
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“All alone. Are you?”
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The Lord of Romania. Perhaps he meant her. Perhaps Knight. Perhaps Reaper. Perhaps Source itself, weak within the walls. Revolt couldn’t speak for any of the others, only for herself, and as her glance moved to him with quick anxiety, she knew the motion alone would be confirmation enough. She was alone here, and she should not be. She was not meant to be alone.

Williams should have been with her.

He was the outlet, the control rod, the escape for the energy. They were designed to function together, built to function together. With him at her side, she could have taken Knight, the Insatiable, the Source, maybe even the Reaper. Little could have stopped them, together - but he was not here. He was not here, and if she became the weapon they were meant to be, it would be with all the auspices of Chernobyl.

At all costs.

Her remaining hand moved, fingertips brushing the chest plate of her armor, the heart of the living metal that lay embedded within her.

“Decontrol.” The control should have been there, should have been him. It was not hers to control this monstrosity that they were, but him - it had always been him.

And she was very, very alone. Beneath the helm, her eyes closed. “Apocatastasis.”

The release.

Once more, exoterium blades turned inward, tearing into the scarred gash along her abdomen, from the exoterium core downward, tearing open the space where the electrogenetic core had been inserted below it, the intense array of cabling that connected the two visible for only a moment through the haze of bright blood before the assembly tore free, ripping its entire self from her body.

The electrogenetic core pulsed itself into full activation, and the living metal devoured everything it could offer. Williams should have been there, to put a dampener on the effect, to keep it from being too much. What little connection remained with Revolt ached for his absorbing touch, but there was only the touch of the lightning, far too much for her to hold. It coursed through her, a detonation that left her dizzied, near unconscious, but her own weakness had little to do with the creation she had unleashed.

The energy poured in unchecked, and the exoterium core devoured every bit of it, connected to the woman who’d borne it only by tendrils now, a puppet bereft of its owner - though which of them was master and which marionette was uncertain, as twisted a connection as the strings that bound them. With every influx of energy it put out more of the exoterium that it created, building itself into a monster that towered over all of them, not even human formed - a shifting shape, all writhing wires, malleable and ductile, sharp or strong or diffuse, as capricious as the lightning and as wrathful as the storm.

The living metal had awakened.

It lashed out like a wounded animal at the man who had hurt it, strike upon strike upon barrage directed towards him, towards anywhere else on the battlefield he might choose to direct himself. Teleportation would be no savior against an area attack that consumed the battlefield, and if everything there died with him, it was of no matter. The thing had been unleashed.

At all costs.

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Post by LunaHawk » Wed May 27, 2020 8:34 pm

Broken Visor

Alaecyn fended off a lot of attacks from the metalic--thing--Revolt (perhaps that should be changed to Revolt-ing) unleashed but even with precognition he could only react so quickly to the future flashes that materialized in his mind. Eventually he took repeated strikes that would have left many others sliced to ribbons. His armor absorbed enormous damage, sparks flying in every direction until at last he was flung backward several dozen feet and slammed into the ground like a meteor. By then the pain was so omnipresent he couldn't tell where it came from.

The visor of his mask was shattered and the helmet cracked in several places. In other places his armor was sliced open and leaking far more blood than was healthy. He tried to move but the pain was overwhelming.

Nine Lives

Shadow Cat wasn't preternaturally fast, super humanly durable or even armored. She was, however, extremely good at not dying. The moment the thing created itself and started lashing about she dove forward and rolled behind the four defenders before the door. She tried to ignore the blood and gore that spilled all over her back and dove through the door a second after lashing tendrils obliterated it, blast door included.

Shards and fragments of metal rained down around her like hail, joined by twisted bits of metal that suddenly looked like wood, then metal, then wood again. There was a boy in front of her, IV line in his arm, two brutally cut down guards collapsing beside him. He couldn't have been more than six or seven. He was bleeding from his head and crying. Without thinking she grabbed him, pulled him beneath her body and sheltered him from the storm.

Somehow when everything stopped crashing down around them they were both alive, with Shadow Cat bleeding from several cuts the severity of which she didn't want to think about, but they were alive.


That which lives, can always die.

Reaper watched the metallic construct for several long moments, admiring its ruthless ability and the way in which the metal lived and reacted to the world around it. It was a fascinating thing, alien and totally inappropriate. She watched too as much of its attacks shredded the 'house', temporarily revealing it not to be a house at all, but a squat, fortified metal building. Soon it was a house again.

Tendrils and shards combined reigned down upon her, seeking to obliterate her form, shred her to a million pieces and otherwise end her life. It was arrogant of the thing, impressively so. None of its many attacks did anything to her, they didn't even make her move.

What did make her move was the sight of a huge mental spike reaching out to impale Alaecyn. The world would see her remain unmoving. Indeed, she took no physical action save to return her gaze to the monstrosity.

She extinguished it. She had plans, plans that required Alaecyn. It was important he fight his own battles, even lose them, just as his focus on Source had ensured he lost Dimension Tide and probably the kids in orbit. Revolt could have pushed him, maybe defeated him, but killing him would have been another story. This thing though, he was not yet ready for.

So she ended it and that was all.

She glanced towards Septimuus. If he was still alive or conscious he would hear her words. "Revolt cleared the way, kill Source."

Soon her son's long suffering would finally end and she could fulfill her promise to him.

Then they'd both be free.

Revolt would not be free. Her life hung on a knife edge, she could feel the woman's body struggling stubbornly to survive. Reaper reached into her cloak, fingering a shard of multi-colored glass.

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