Creed, late as all hell, finally falls from above, falling next to Asura. "BLECK!" He let out as he hit the ground, breaking his neck... again. He died... and was revived by his stone. He has to remember to roll or something when he does that... He felt as another .5 of a soul left him, the other half of Belatrix, the one girl who talked most out of all the souls. He would miss her. "Am I late?" He asks, and Kevin looks at him and nods, with a sigh. Kevin just watches as the people arrive, not doing much else... Keeping an eye on them.

supertinyking said
"If you're going to preform surgery, you might want to leave it to the trained professionals." A voice called out from behind her, as a rather iconic face steps though the portal, and walks over to Mia, his body already crackling with energy, ready to fight. Bug Corest cracks his knuckles, as he looks down at the daughter of stine. "Now, I have to ask, how did you survive eh? I swear I saw you burn to a crisp...or maybe, that was a trick of that pesky dragon emperor...." Bug chuckles a bit. He's already ready for her of course, as shown with how his eyes are glowing green, showing he is excited for a fight.

((Wait... that was the first multiverse..... are we accepting First Multiverse storyline? Are we continuing that? Coz there was the second.... and the third..... goddamnit, now I'm not sure if Mia's dead or not! Whatever, In the Name of Bullshit, it shall be so.))
Mia smiles brightly, as the large insectoid approached her. "Oh Buggy, you should know a little fire can't kill me!" She seems to quiver, her skin moving almost of it's own accord, as if there were serpents writhing just beneath the surface. However, after just a moment, she turns her intense stare away, as he aura almost visibly decreases. She doesn't adopt a fighting stance, and doesn't prepare the Black Blood, making her strangely vulnerable. "All these old faces showing up - I can tell why dad didn't want to come, something about old grudges. But I'm not here to kill you, nooooo. I'd have been more sneaky if I wanted that."

Kneeling down next to Mithias, Mia gently slides one finger over his chest, leaving behind a visible line of black liquid. It only takes moments for the stuff to somehow bite it's way through his clothing, as, in a moment of high pain, it starts digging through his skin. "You're facing a group that wants to kill the Multiverse. I like the Multiverse. There are so many people walking around, like little pinatas on legs, just begging to be torn open for the CANDY~!" The last word is a high-pitched squeel, as the Black Blood still dripping from her fingers forms into a pair of long, black claws. "And one of them is using soular energy. Which means it's probably one of dad's little 'experiments'. You're going to need my help, of course."

With an audile crackle, the signature white lightning of soular energy crackles over the surface of Mia's new claws. She starts making small incisions into Mithias' skin, which soon heal, as the Soular Energy briefly zaps him. She forms a pattern, and those capable of seeing souls (pretty much nobody besides Asura and Creed) soon noticed that she was fixing the damage dealt by the earlier attack. "My father perfected soular manipulation, and while I'm not the best in the multiverse.... I'm probably second-best. Which means I get to play with you guys for as long as it takes to complete this, because without me you'll all DIE!" She finishes slicing into Mithias, an action which, to those not blessed with soular vision, was a complete mystery.

thewizardguy said
((Wait... that was the first multiverse..... are we accepting First Multiverse storyline? Are we continuing that? Coz there was the second.... and the third..... goddamnit, now I'm not sure if Mia's dead or not! Whatever, In the Name of Bullshit, it shall be so.))Mia smiles brightly, as the large insectoid approached her. "Oh Buggy, you should know a little fire can't kill me!" She seems to quiver, her skin moving almost of it's own accord, as if there were serpents writhing just beneath the surface. However, after just a moment, she turns her intense stare away, as he aura almost visibly decreases. She doesn't adopt a fighting stance, and doesn't prepare the Black Blood, making her strangely vulnerable. "All these old faces showing up - I can tell why dad didn't want to come, something about old grudges. But I'm not here to kill you, nooooo. I'd have been more sneaky if I wanted that."Kneeling down next to Mithias, Mia gently slides one finger over his chest, leaving behind a visible line of black liquid. It only takes moments for the stuff to somehow bite it's way through his clothing, as, in a moment of high pain, it starts digging through his skin. "You're facing a group that wants to kill the Multiverse. I like the Multiverse. There are so many people walking around, like little pinatas on legs, just begging to be torn open for the CANDY~!" The last word is a high-pitched squeel, as the Black Blood still dripping from her fingers forms into a pair of long, black claws. "And one of them is using soular energy. Which means it's probably one of dad's little 'experiments'. You're going to need my help, of course."With an audile crackle, the signature white lightning of soular energy crackles over the surface of Mia's new claws. She starts making small incisions into Mithias' skin, which soon heal, as the Soular Energy briefly zaps him. She forms a pattern, and those capable of seeing souls (pretty much nobody besides Asura and Creed) soon noticed that she was fixing the damage dealt by the earlier attack. "My father perfected soular manipulation, and while I'm not the best in the multiverse.... I'm probably second-best. Which means I get to play with you guys for as long as it takes to complete this, because without me you'll all DIE!" She finishes slicing into Mithias, an action which, to those not blessed with soular vision, was a complete mystery.

"Mia." Asura says "not to be rude, but if you expect us to be your little toys...............I don't know what we'll do......I was gonna say something epic........but honestly I'm kinda scared........less so since I got some training done.....but still scared nonetheless.........just don't kill us....." he backs away a bit

Bug, he was a smart kid. He knew better than to sit back, as she cut into Mithias's chest..but did he dare intervene? Did he dare arouse her ire? He knew they'd need there help, but at the same time...It's mia......It's God DAMN MIA......

Sometimes, you gotta bet on the off choice.

"Yea, we'd most likely die. Mainly the creature your father created that I had sensed....even from the distance I was watching that battle...only your father could of made such a monster." Bug says....and most people might me shocked to hear him say that word. "But, that's besides the point. Mia, if you wish to work with us, and we wish to work with you, We'll need some rules. To keep up from trying to back stab each other at every instant we could...IF we were to try that, We'd be a lot more likely to die." Bug admits. He then puts a hand on Mia's shoulder. "And one is to not cut up our allies." Bug says, trying to get her to stop her cutting into Mithias.

Michael chuckles, placing a hand over his face. "You and me? Work together? Your father and I...we worked together once, if my memory serves me right. Oh, but then he used me. The darkness in me! I suppose there's no point in holding a grudge however for something your father did...no..there's something different about you...," Michael chuckles a bit more madly. "Oh, this'll be fun....I always did enjoy the hunt!" Michael states, his usual demeanor seemingly changed from it used to be.

Creed looked at Kevin. Of course, Kevin could also see souls, so he knew basically what was going on and he walked over, almost too casual, and stood between just about everyone and Mia. "I don't know why... But I'm guessing we can trust her... Call it a gut feeling." He looked at Bug. "She's cutting him up, but it's fixing him at the same time, so wait a bloody minute and you'll see she means her words... Hopefully..." Creed joins him and shrugs. "I really don't care what happens to the vamp, but it look likes she's fixing him so yeah, I think she's alright..." They both express very clearly that they aren't 100%, but hey, what's life for if not for taking chances? "Honestly, what's the worst she can do, kill us? The Multiverse is at stake..."

The body of the vampire Mithias lay on the hard and unforgiving ground, unmoving, as if dead. The remnants of an eviscerated soul were all that remained in the center of that splatter of blood and spirit. He teetered dangerously on the edge of soul-death as the half-witch Mia approached him. There was only one thing could have allowed him to survive to this point. It was the light of hope itself that had kept the shards of his soul from splintering off into oblivion, a light that was now spent, dimmed into a faint flicker deep within him, barely noticable, like a dying heartbeat.

Wrecked, was the only way to describe Mithias' state at this point. His body functioned, but he was empty, willess, and highly unstable, trapped within his own mind. It was like being in a dream, or rather a nightmare of despair. He didn't appear to react to the real world. Inside, the destiny of the void called to him, reaching up it's ever-black hand to wrap him in eternal nothingness. For that is all he was....

Then, out of the swirling, nonsensical nothingness and fear, came a light to his senses. It was pain, and Mithias mentally latched onto it like it was the only tether he had in the universe to survival, which is exactly what it was. A finger graced him, burned him, and as it did, one of the rents in his soul was stitched closed. Pain. He welcomed it, begged for it. Consciousness began to return.

Just as Bug came over to stop Mia, she suddenly felt one of her hands grabbed. A red glow eeked out from the vampire's eyes as they began to open. Mithias held her wrist with all the strength he could muster. "Don't... s-stop." He inclined his head to her, gratitude, desire, and desperation evident in his composure. Anything that grounded him and made him whole was a godsend. Whoever this woman was, he was hers. He needed her.

teo takes out a phone

"Yo doc ,imma need to borrow your box for a bit"

a few seconds later The Tardis flies in and teo yells

"GET IN THE FRICKIN BOX !,HEAL MITHY WHILE I DEAL WITH THE REST"

((its on autopilot))

((The tardis has no autopilot. It is a living machine, in tune with the very space time continuum, possessed of a sentience beyond mortal encompassing so complex even the Time Lords failed to reverse engineer it. As an incredible Whovian, I must give you fair warning. If you screw this up, there are no analogies which could aptly portray the Hell I shall visit upon the defiler of my beloved franchise.
Also, no time travel. It's a standard rule I have, in order to avoid corrupt logic, paradoxes and massive doses of Bullshit. It's hard enough keeping track of HCL's storyline without an even MORE convoluting factor. It's up to you to decide WHY the Tardis can't travel through time, but I'm not doing any time travel, because the few times I've tried it, it has screwed everything over. There's a reason it's only used in Dr. Who to enter/exit a scene.))

To Mia, all the talking was rather pointless. Mumbo jumbo muttered by other people, or perhaps the figments of her own imagination. The difference being that the one could be talked with, and the other could be stabbed to death. Slowly. With a butterknife. Their words simply formed a background static for her own thoughts, as she gazed down at the damage dealt to the vampire's soul. It was certainly a clear blast, dealt to a soul that seemed to have been particularly vulnerable for some reason. Quite clearly, this person didn't have the first clue how Soular Combat worked. Of course, even if he had, Mia doubted it would have saved him, had the attack been repeated. The blow was focused, of a level comparable to even her father. A finely honed technique. The parrallels shone clear, from the power source to the damage, but there were multiple clear differences. Namely, that the seed of insanity had not been placed by the blow.

Not to say there wasn't one. Quite clearly, she could practically feel a shard of agony, a denial of truth that had left him vulnerable to an encroaching insanity. Truly, it was a piece of art, a painting drawn with on the canvas of sanity, with the bright colors of fear, anxiety, and denial.

However, was it just her, or was this soul familiar somehow?

Again and again, her hand moved up, and struck. The Black Blood moved through his veins, filling his body, creating a large series of conductors for her own power. The links were forged,a dn yet as she did this work, she didn't pay attention to it. That was probably a bad thing. It was a good thing she had done this as often as she had, for an operation this delicate could easily have ended in death. However, even as she sliced into the soul, she got a sense of deja vu. Was it because this was a vampire? Hundreds of vampires had crossed her tables, their immortality perfect for testing. However, in all her years, there had only been one, really. One vampire who had stuck in her memory, whom's spirit haunted her to this day, for his rivalry with her father.

No, shut up. Not true. Not really. Honestly, it was because Tsukune had been the only being to attempt to save Mia. Sure, many had tried to remove her insanity. Fools and preachers, good only for the blood that ran in their veins, and the screams on the edge of their mind as it cracked open. However, there were few other than her father who had even attempted to understand her.

That was mostly the reason she'd kept his spleen in a jar. Mostly. It was also pretty, and the cells made for great research.

What was she thinking about again? Oh yes, vampires. And stabbing. In a healing way. Checking, she corrected some of her actions. She didn't want to end up accidentally removing his personality. However, this would be quite interesting indeed. The pieces were set, the game had begun, and she was excited to play. It was a beutiful day for mass murder.

But wasn't every day, really?

thewizardguy said
((The tardis has no autopilot. It is a living machine, in tune with the very space time continuum, possessed of a sentience beyond mortal encompassing so complex even the Time Lords failed to reverse engineer it. As an incredible Whovian, I must give you fair warning. If you screw this up, there are no analogies which could aptly portray the Hell I shall visit upon the defiler of my beloved franchise.Also, no time travel. It's a standard rule I have, in order to avoid corrupt logic, paradoxes and massive doses of Bullshit. It's hard enough keeping track of HCL's storyline without an even MORE convoluting factor. It's up to you to decide WHY the Tardis can't travel through time, but I'm not doing any time travel, because the few times I've tried it, it has screwed everything over. There's a reason it's only used in Dr. Who to enter/exit a scene.))To Mia, all the talking was rather pointless. Mumbo jumbo muttered by other people, or perhaps the figments of her own imagination. The difference being that the one could be talked with, and the other could be stabbed to death. Slowly. With a butterknife. Their words simply formed a background static for her own thoughts, as she gazed down at the damage dealt to the vampire's soul. It was certainly a clear blast, dealt to a soul that seemed to have been particularly vulnerable for some reason. Quite clearly, this person didn't have the first clue how Soular Combat worked. Of course, even if he had, Mia doubted it would have saved him, had the attack been repeated. The blow was focused, of a level comparable to even her father. A finely honed technique. The parrallels shone clear, from the power source to the damage, but there were multiple clear differences. Namely, that the seed of insanity had not been placed by the blow.Not to say there wasn't one. Quite clearly, she could practically feel a shard of agony, a denial of truth that had left him vulnerable to an encroaching insanity. Truly, it was a piece of art, a painting drawn with on the canvas of sanity, with the bright colors of fear, anxiety, and denial.However, was it just her, or was this soul familiar somehow?Again and again, her hand moved up, and struck. The Black Blood moved through his veins, filling his body, creating a large series of conductors for her own power. The links were forged,a dn yet as she did this work, she didn't pay attention to it. That was probably a bad thing. It was a good thing she had done this as often as she had, for an operation this delicate could easily have ended in death. However, even as she sliced into the soul, she got a sense of deja vu. Was it because this was a vampire? Hundreds of vampires had crossed her tables, their immortality perfect for testing. However, in all her years, there had only been one, really. One vampire who had stuck in her memory, whom's spirit haunted her to this day, for his rivalry with her father.No, shut up. Not true. Not really. Honestly, it was because Tsukune had been the only being to attempt to save Mia. Sure, many had tried to remove her insanity. Fools and preachers, good only for the blood that ran in their veins, and the screams on the edge of their mind as it cracked open. However, there were few other than her father who had even attempted to understand her.That was mostly the reason she'd kept his spleen in a jar. Mostly. It was also pretty, and the cells made for great research.What was she thinking about again? Oh yes, vampires. And stabbing. In a healing way. Checking, she corrected some of her actions. She didn't want to end up accidentally removing his personality. However, this would be quite interesting indeed. The pieces were set, the game had begun, and she was excited to play. It was a beutiful day for mass murder.But wasn't every day, really?

((dont worry ,im a whovian too,i just made up auto pilot so i dont have to make a cs for the doctor,and the time traveling function could be glitches out)))

Slowly, Mithias became calmer, and more stable. He felt as if he were finally able to stay together inside his own body, which trembled strangely, like it had been in great pain. His last memories did not include a black female figure with green eyes... and a wide grin that vaguely resembled someone else he knew... He tilted his head to the side to look at her and asked innocently, "What happened? Who are you?" He tried to sit up, and found he was able to do so, but he felt so heavy. He wouldn't be able to take any soul damage for a while.

Mia simply smiled, as her claws seemingly melted to black liquid, dropping to the floor. Her modified body had already replenished her store of Black Blood, constantly producing the stuff, so she didn't have to keep track of it all the time. In fact, the Black Blood inside of Mithias simply stayed in it's place, grafting itself to the bones, binding to the walls of the veins in many places. While this would have undoubtedly killed a normal human, and was excruciatingly painful for any being, as their organs were forcefully rearranged to make room, Mithias was quite capable of surviving it. "Welcome to the team, Mith. My name's Mia Gorgon. Tell me, do you have any experience chasing down omnicidal maniacs through a series of increasingly dangerous obstacles? Because that's what we're doing today." She stood up, not waiting for his reply to continue her plans. After all, time was agony wasted, and she never missed the chance for torture.

"So, with the Lounge, I'm pretty sure they mean Hell's Coffee Lounge. I hope all of you are familiar with the Lounge? If not, Bob's probably going to 'haze' you, and depending on his mood, that might keep you occupied for a few centuries." Mia walks forward, as she whips out a cylindrical device that fits into her outstretched fist. Each end contains a glowing gem, and as she pours her own soular energy into it, it opened a portal. it was a modified version of the Portal Device Stein had originally stolen from Matt many years ago, functioning on soular energy. As the portal opened, the sound of drinking and a cheesy song could be heard coming through it. "Well then, I'm going to head over here. You guys are going to follow me, or I'm going to take your kidneys with me. I'm sure others will meet us at the Lounge, it's a gathering place, after all." Smiling still, Mia steps through.

thewizardguy said
Mia simply smiled, as her claws seemingly melted to black liquid, dropping to the floor. Her modified body had already replenished her store of Black Blood, constantly producing the stuff, so she didn't have to keep track of it all the time. In fact, the Black Blood inside of Mithias simply stayed in it's place, grafting itself to the bones, binding to the walls of the veins in many places. While this would have undoubtedly killed a normal human, and was excruciatingly painful for any being, as their organs were forcefully rearranged to make room, Mithias was quite capable of surviving it. "Welcome to the team, Mith. My name's Mia Gorgon. Tell me, do you have any experience chasing down omnicidal maniacs through a series of increasingly dangerous obstacles? Because that's what we're doing today." She stood up, not waiting for his reply to continue her plans. After all, time was agony wasted, and she never missed the chance for torture."So, with the Lounge, I'm pretty sure they mean Hell's Coffee Lounge. I hope all of you are familiar with the Lounge? If not, Bob's probably going to 'haze' you, and depending on his mood, that might keep you occupied for a few centuries." Mia walks forward, as she whips out a cylindrical device that fits into her outstretched fist. Each end contains a glowing gem, and as she pours her own soular energy into it, it opened a portal. it was a modified version of the Portal Device Stein had originally stolen from Matt many years ago, functioning on soular energy. As the portal opened, the sound of drinking and a cheesy song could be heard coming through it. "Well then, I'm going to head over here. You guys are going to follow me, or I'm going to take your kidneys with me. I'm sure others will meet us at the Lounge, it's a gathering place, after all." Smiling still, Mia steps through.

"Let's do this!" Najimi yells out and runs into the portal screaming "LEROOOOOOOOYYYYYYY JEEEENNNNKINNNNSSSSS!!!" Asura is silent for a moment, then shakes his head and says "do I really want to know?" And walks through the portal

kishin asura said
"Let's do this!" Najimi yells out and runs into the portal screaming "LEROOOOOOOOYYYYYYY JEEEENNNNKINNNNSSSSS!!!" Asura is silent for a moment, then shakes his head and says "do I really want to know?" And walks through the portal

"Hey ,that's my line !"

Teo ten gets into the TARDIS and rides it into the portal

Kevin and Creed follow, finding no real option to do anything else. Kevin surveyed the surroundings as he walked in, taking in the lounge and all that came with it. Creed did the same, and also stared into the back of Mia's head from time to time. His stone didn't feel right around her... He felt like she wasn't to be messed with. Is it possible she knew? The secret to deconstructing a Philosopher's Stone? No, she probably didn't. Still, he felt vary weary of her, for a reason besides the totally obvious one... that she's a fucking psychopath. Still, if she knew this secret... that could be bad...

Bug groans.

Bob. It had to be fuck mothering Bob. He had remembered when he had thrown Bug into a different reality somehow...god damn him.....

Bug cracks his neck, moving his head left and right slightly. He needed to prepare himself for the god of...whatever the fuck bob was the god of.
"Welp...seems like I'm going to be killed." He thinks, as he follows behind Mia, using his hat to try and hide his face slightly, hoping bob would be eating children or something, and not notice him. This was most likely a huge mistake, for one of Bug's iconic features was his large wizard hat, made to hide his antenna. As he walked, any of his old friends would notice something odd about him, only really seen as he walked...he seemed slightly thicker, overall. Like an extra even inch had been added to him.

Somewhere, sometime, some universe away, three beings tumbled from the sky.

"....aaaaahhhhhaaaaAAAAAaaaAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Tandem yells slowly got louder as a white being, a red being, and some little wierd snake-bug creature got closer to the mist-covered ground.

Mid-fall, Eclipse sheathed his weapon and grabbed the flapping red cloth mantle of Strygwyr, who was flailing awkwardly with the snake creature clinging to him for dear life in his arms. "Hold on!" The winged paladin said as he regain his orientation. White wings created a drag, half choking the bloodpriest, but slowing their fall. Suddenly, the cloth tore and Strygwyr yelped as he splatted a landing into sloppy swamp mud.

Eclipse didn't land much more gracefully. There hadn't been much time for them to recover from their sudden teleportation and falling. Mud-covered, Eclipse became aware of the loud chirps of alien creatures around them. He found himself unhurt, and as such, pulled his armored legs underneath himself. "Strygwyr? Are you alright? Where are you?" Some commotion in the swamp nearby drew his attention.

It looked like two swamp beasts were wrestling each other, but it was actually Strygwyr repeatedly trying to get the little dank creature off himself while the latter kept jumping on him for saftey. "GAh!" He barked and threw it off himself once more, then attempted to bound away in the thick, impeding mud. "What is this?!" He called in desperation, struggling to move.

Eclipse held out his hand toward the thing. "It's alright. We're fine. Come here little creature. We're away from those monsters now, but I have no idea where exactly. I have a feeling we have got some time to figure this out."

A frown of white teeth on a mud-covered face displayed Strygwyr's discontent. "Too much time in a bloodless land."

~~~~----``----~~~~~

Concentrating more on getting up, Mithias didn't relly hear what Mia had said. "Hrmmf? Mia..." He rubbed his head and obediently began walking forward. "Okay. Sure... Whatever you wish." By now, he had recovered enough from the pain of his "surgery" to be coherent to ome degree. Blinking to clear the haze, he saw that Najimi, Asura, Teo, Kevin, and Creed were all walking into a portal, which he recognized lead to the coffee lounge.

The lounge. Oh yes. They were all just there before this craziness began, but the place had been empty for the longest time. Did they go back in time? Mithias had been collecting items and remnants from the coffee lounge's past, from the people that had been there, when suddenly his efforts had generated the orb of hope. He suddenly remembered what had happened to it and placed a hand over himself. Yes, it was still there, and always would be there as long as these other beings lived and came together. The orb seemed to be a tiny piece of the life of the multiverse, whatever that was.

Mithias looked up to see that everyone else had gone through the portal and Mia was looking at him intently. Didn't she just say something about kidneys? !! He hurried over.

Mithias traversed the portal and this time found himself in an active, busy coffee lounge. This was just like the way he remembered it when he first arrived and met the owner of the lounge, Bob. Would Bob be there? Mithias frowned slightly as he recalled their first meeting. He would never forget his 'hazing' experience.

Mithias looked over at the naive and enthusiastic Teo. "Hey Teo." The vampire tried to get the cartoon scientist's attention. "Teo, if you meet someone named Bob and he offers you a drink..." Mithias suddenly halted in his speach. A twinkling of sadism kicked in that he had never known before. "... You know, forget I said anything. Enjoy yourself!" Mithias patted Teo on the back and smiled reassuringly.

Moving on, Mithias was reminded of a few other things about Bob in particular and about the monster in a black labcoat that he had seen talk with Bob. The pain he had felt in his soul so recently was the same as he had felt when the gray-haired man had looked into his eyes that day. Bob had protected him then, but now? Now what would happen? Mithias ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't left Bob on good terms. In fact, the last time he had ever seen Bob was right after having uncharismatically punched him across the face. Boy he regretted that. He had never been able to find the being in the sparkly, red suit to apologize.

Wraithblade6 said
Somewhere, sometime, some universe away, three beings tumbled from the sky. "....aaaaahhhhhaaaaAAAAAaaaAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"Tandem yells slowly got louder as a white being, a red being, and some little wierd snake-bug creature got closer to the mist-covered ground. Mid-fall, Eclipse sheathed his weapon and grabbed the flapping red cloth mantle of Strygwyr, who was flailing awkwardly with the snake creature clinging to him for dear life in his arms. "Hold on!" The winged paladin said as he regain his orientation. White wings created a drag, half choking the bloodpriest, but slowing their fall. Suddenly, the cloth tore and Strygwyr yelped as he splatted a landing into sloppy swamp mud. Eclipse didn't land much more gracefully. There hadn't been much time for them to recover from their sudden teleportation and falling. Mud-covered, Eclipse became aware of the loud chirps of alien creatures around them. He found himself unhurt, and as such, pulled his armored legs underneath himself. "Strygwyr? Are you alright? Where are you?" Some commotion in the swamp nearby drew his attention. It looked like two swamp beasts were wrestling each other, but it was actually Strygwyr repeatedly trying to get the little dank creature off himself while the latter kept jumping on him for saftey. "GAh!" He barked and threw it off himself once more, then attempted to bound away in the thick, impeding mud. "What is this?!" He called in desperation, struggling to move.Eclipse held out his hand toward the thing. "It's alright. We're fine. Come here little creature. We're away from those monsters now, but I have no idea where exactly. I have a feeling we have got some time to figure this out." A frown of white teeth on a mud-covered face displayed Strygwyr's discontent. "Too much time in a bloodless land."~~~~----``----~~~~~Concentrating more on getting up, Mithias didn't relly hear what Mia had said. "Hrmmf? Mia..." He rubbed his head and obediently began walking forward. "Okay. Sure... Whatever you wish." By now, he had recovered enough from the pain of his "surgery" to be coherent to ome degree. Blinking to clear the haze, he saw that Najimi, Asura, Teo, Kevin, and Creed were all walking into a portal, which he recognized lead to the coffee lounge. The lounge. Oh yes. They were all just there before this craziness began, but the place had been empty for the longest time. Did they go back in time? Mithias had been collecting items and remnants from the coffee lounge's past, from the people that had been there, when suddenly his efforts had generated the orb of hope. He suddenly remembered what had happened to it and placed a hand over himself. Yes, it was still there, and always would be there as long as these other beings lived and came together. The orb seemed to be a tiny piece of the life of the multiverse, whatever that was. Mithias looked up to see that everyone else had gone through the portal and Mia was looking at him intently. Didn't she just say something about kidneys? !! He hurried over. Mithias traversed the portal and this time found himself in an active, busy coffee lounge. This was just like the way he remembered it when he first arrived and met the owner of the lounge, Bob. Would Bob be there? Mithias frowned slightly as he recalled their first meeting. He would never forget his 'hazing' experience. Mithias looked over at the naive and enthusiastic Teo. "Hey Teo." The vampire tried to get the cartoon scientist's attention. "Teo, if you meet someone named Bob and he offers you a drink..." Mithias suddenly halted in his speach. A twinkling of sadism kicked in that he had never known before. "... You know, forget I said anything. Enjoy yourself!" Mithias patted Teo on the back and smiled reassuringly. Moving on, Mithias was reminded of a few other things about Bob in particular and about the monster in a black labcoat that he had seen talk with Bob. The pain he had felt in his soul so recently was the same as he had felt when the gray-haired man had looked into his eyes that day. Bob had protected him then, but now? Now what would happen? Mithias ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't left Bob on good terms. In fact, the last time he had ever seen Bob was right after having uncharismatically punched him across the face. Boy he regretted that. He had never been able to find the being in the sparkly, red suit to apologize.

"O...k"

Wraithblade6 said
Somewhere, sometime, some universe away, three beings tumbled from the sky. "....aaaaahhhhhaaaaAAAAAaaaAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"Tandem yells slowly got louder as a white being, a red being, and some little wierd snake-bug creature got closer to the mist-covered ground. Mid-fall, Eclipse sheathed his weapon and grabbed the flapping red cloth mantle of Strygwyr, who was flailing awkwardly with the snake creature clinging to him for dear life in his arms. "Hold on!" The winged paladin said as he regain his orientation. White wings created a drag, half choking the bloodpriest, but slowing their fall. Suddenly, the cloth tore and Strygwyr yelped as he splatted a landing into sloppy swamp mud. Eclipse didn't land much more gracefully. There hadn't been much time for them to recover from their sudden teleportation and falling. Mud-covered, Eclipse became aware of the loud chirps of alien creatures around them. He found himself unhurt, and as such, pulled his armored legs underneath himself. "Strygwyr? Are you alright? Where are you?" Some commotion in the swamp nearby drew his attention. It looked like two swamp beasts were wrestling each other, but it was actually Strygwyr repeatedly trying to get the little dank creature off himself while the latter kept jumping on him for saftey. "GAh!" He barked and threw it off himself once more, then attempted to bound away in the thick, impeding mud. "What is this?!" He called in desperation, struggling to move.Eclipse held out his hand toward the thing. "It's alright. We're fine. Come here little creature. We're away from those monsters now, but I have no idea where exactly. I have a feeling we have got some time to figure this out." A frown of white teeth on a mud-covered face displayed Strygwyr's discontent. "Too much time in a bloodless land."

As the blood seeking priest said this, some more mud leaks down his face, as the small creature sorta crawls onto his head, covered in the muck of the swamp.
"Chit-chit-chit." Is what it sounds to be speaking, as it sorta holds onto Strygwyr's hood for dear life, being scared to death of this new place, and of the paladin who had not 10 minutes ago had been trying to roast the poor creature. It then does something a little shocking perhaps.
"S-save me...." It squeaks out, struggling to speak. It would sound like a cross between puck, and one of the chipmunks from Alvin and the chipmunks. "S-save meeeee." It says again, shaking.
Then, besides the paladin, a little girl plops into the mud from the sky, having seemed to have been sent a moment after they were.

Strygwyr groans heavily with that thing on his head.

Eclipse puts a hand on his hip. He completely couldn't deny anything pathetically begging for mercy and gave in. "heaven's grace, we will save you, little one. ...Oh, we meet again, girl. Greetings. Ahem, now then. Dos anyone have any idea what is going on?"