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The multiverse...A strange potentially infinite group of universes, all connected to one another. As such, beings from...anywhere, really, could interact with each other, if the universe housing them permits it. With power limits in some places. and virtually none in others, this is a place where whatever the mind can conjurer can exist, and does, somewhere. Here places like Star wars, and Naruto can collide, if one wishes to do such a thing. Virtually nothing is impossible here.....But...there are some things that seem...strange. Creatures that seem to disrupt things in certain ways oddly meet gory deaths in this multiverse, so many people must beware of how they work within the grand flow of the universe, or...the plot may destroy them.

Universes:
Tor-6: A sci-fi fantasy universe where one can find most anything if they search hard enough. Orcs, clone troopers, space ships, magic, ect.
Currently a rebellion against the ruling Galactic Dominion. Both the clone rebellion, and the Dominion are hiring soldiers, bounty hunters, and the like.
Tsubasa: Pre-Mid-evil fantasy world. Spirits, Gods, and other creatures run amok as the world is being invaded by the Dragon Emperor, a warrior of great power, with an army of samurai and spirits.
A group of gods from many different pantheons have emerged, uniting against the Dragon Emperor.
Chaos Realm: BLOOD FOR THE BL- No, not that one.
A dimension shaped by the thoughts, and emotions of others, this place is entirely random, except for one important point. The dark wood circus, home of Lucy, the Queen of nightmares. Beware the circus, for you'll be pitted against your worst fears. If you manage though, you gain audience with the Queen herself....

Rules: No God-Modding, even as a god: Don't auto dodge everything, don't auto hit, unless it is pleb npcs, such as civilians, random animals, or things not important to the plot.
Don't be a dick out of character: Playing the most disgusting evil creature IC is ok, but OOC..that's not ok. Be polite. Friendly. Ya know? Fonzie cool. Be Fonzie cool.
My sword can cut though anything!....In my universe: Some people may have blades, or weapons, able to cleave though, or hit, anything...but that applies to all that within their universe. Things outside of that may be powerful enough to stop those weapons. Likewise, if only a special sword, or ring, can let people hit you, it's only with that universe, as things similar to those items may exist elsewhere, that can still hit you.

"....I will have my revenge....I will destroy all those who stand in my way. My conquest begins now, and it will be very..very bloody..."
In the dreams of our fair heroes, an omen looms. Figures that bring fourth anger, spite, rage, and malevolence appear, only for them to cut them down. This rage feels un-natural...for it is. Someone has corrupted their dreams with rage....preventing nightmares. Someone is encroaching on the domain of the queen of nightmares, to make themselves known.....a name echoes within our heroes minds...
Mortis.......Dark...Mortis......((Mort-tis))
Mortis.....
Mortis!
MORTIS!
With the final screaming of the name our heroes would find themselves jolted from their sleep, rest, or whatever duty would bring them dreams....and as such, they knew there was something terribly wrong going on.

@supertinyking

Asura clutched his head and groaned in the way one usually does when they get up really, really early. He knew he'd have to go in and help save the day. Still groggy, he makes his way toward the door "never a dull moment." He chuckled

@kishin asura
The voice had left an echo of sorts, allowing itself to be tracked...he could almost feel himself shifting to another dimension if he focused on it hard enough.

A fresh ocean breeze fluttered the sheer curtains that hung over the door to the balcony overlooking the Hawaiian beach. It was the beginning of a beautiful and peaceful night, such a tragedy that the vampire Mithias would be unable to enjoy it. He awoke abruptly, disturbed by the voice that left an echo in his mind. It had been so real, so unnatural, that it must have been due to the influence of another being. Mithias sat up, contemplating the unexplained rage that had welled up inside him. Had some external entity dared to pierce his mental defenses? He looked around suspiciously, furious at the possibility of such a thing, and in denial of the fact that it scared him.

Times were chaotic in his world. The war between vampires and humans had swollen to a head once again, and he feared for those he loved. A heretofore peaceful slumber had been good for him.

But something was still there, in the room, an echo of a presence. The voice, the sense of hatred, felt like it had a direction. There was some kind of a surreal tether that Mithias could sense, and he walked outside to reach out to it with his supernaturally gifted will.

Concentrating, Mithias felt himself making progress. The source of the disturbance was getting closer. After a moment, the world around him swirled and changed into another world.

A heard of wild pink unicorns charged at him screaming their horselike neighs. Sparkling hooves struck fire on the rocks and blood ran from their fanged mouths as they banked to chase him. Instinctively, Mithias ran, leaping over a pot of gold and skirting between big fluffy clouds with smiley faces on them. Some twisted music was playing and teddy bears danced holding presents over their heads. Rounding a corner, he met with another pink unicorn that reared up in fright. Its red eyes focused on him as it recognized him as a meal. Mithias slashed across it's thick neck with his sword and dodged to the side, splashing himself and everything with unicorn blood. He ran again in a blind direction. He had to get out of here.

Willing it to happen, Mithias concentrated again, concentrated on escape. He didn't care where to. Once more the world swirled and opened up into nice, quiet darkness. Mithias dived into it and spun around, holding up his weapons. His sight adjusted and he realized he was alone, or seemed to be, and this was yet another very foreign place.

With such a lovely dream being spoiled by such a horrendous nightmare, Markus had little time to react to nearly taking a tumble out of the branch he'd been resting in, only managing to catch himself by his tail, a peach falling from the branch he'd rocked in his tumble, giving something to munch on while he gazed around the royal gardens. He hadn't been in tsubasa long, probably only about a month, but the constant warring had only spoiled his joy at finally being out of the tunnels of his home dimension and under the blue skies of such a wondrous place, though the sun had been an issue and he'd burned quite a bit when he first got there, he had managed to tan during his stay towards the latter end of the month.

It didn't take long for the newly reacquired peace to be broken once more in such a serene place as mithias crashed through the tree tops, the night sky without a moon causing darkness to blanket everything to the point that few aside from the naturally acute eyes of those born underground to a world of little light at the brightest. The figure seemed strange, foreign to Markus and strangely pale, perhaps another person from tartarus? if so, he wasn't about to miss his chance for a joke at their expense while their eyes were shut, his marker flying out of his pocket and rolling around in his fingers as the cap seems to come of at some point before he gets to work, his touch light from years of practice to the point that even though mithias was awake, he could barely feel anything, the cap going back in place with a resounding click as the cheeky little monkey affords himself a chuckle as he gazes at the masterpiece of comedy before him.

Blarg sits up and scratches his head. Confused by the rage and the name that went through his head while he slept. Blarg gets up and looks around, he was not in the same place he was before. Then he spots it, a cat the size of a house, Blarg gurgles in joy as he begins to chase the cat.

Albert's eyes burst open, twinkling brightly before he closes them again. He snorts in disgust refusing to let the anger get to him. Albert then re-opens his eyes and gets up, changing into his human form he walks out of the cave he was resting in to find himself underground. "Well, I haven't been here before, might as well explore while I'm here."

@supertinyking

Asura focuses as hard as he can

@kishin asura
Pop!
Suddenly, reality shifts, and twists. An almost hellish landscape of fire, magma, and explosions appeared. Wading though the liquid rock towards the demon god, a being clad in black armor, his eyes glowing a brilliant crimson red. A demon maybe? Or a dark knight? Or something worse....one couldn't be sure. However, it was sure of one thing. This being's name was already known to Asura...
Mortis....

@Tyki

The vampire hadn't been knocked out, asleep, with closed eyes, or anything short of superbly aware after having just fought with bloody pink bloodthirsty unicorns about a minute ago. The darkness that surrounded him had been only the night on the new world in which he found himself. Although not a subterranean species, vampires were nocturnal, and the dark was was a comfort.

Instantly, Mithias sensed a living vessel, a beating heart, and vital warmth. A human-like being was very quietly approaching him with some sort of pointed device in its hand. ... *wiff* Mithias moved, and the top half of the marker fell off the bottom half. One of his titanium blades had cut the marker in two. The vampire watched Marcus intently, his blades hidden in the shadows beside him. He stared at the monkey-type person, ready to fight if Marcus moved a muscle.

@Wraithblade6

"killjoy" markus comments with a sigh as he tosses the marker into the bushes before climbing up into the branches of the tree Mithias had fallen under, dropping a peach on his head as he sat up to collect himself, markus resting and munching on another peach in the higher branches while mithias felt that he was being watched and studied.

Blarg now bored of chasing the giant cat finds himself standing close to a tree with two people in it. Blarg being rather curious walks over to the tree and waves at the people in it. In his mind he has decided that they were friendly although he wasn't sure if the were friendly or not, but he didn't care he was bored and wanted to do stuff, he was also very confused on how he got here, wherever here really was, so he was also hoping he could ask the two people some questions.

Mithias catches the peach. "I'm not hungry." He commented, although he hadn't been referring to the peach. Unfortunately, some other being was approaching. Mithias was calming down and felt it was safe to split his attention. He didn't wave back, because he wasn't sure yet if any of this was even real. What had happened to him on that balcony ledge? Did he die? Did his father somehow manage to get inside his head? If so, what the hell kind of dream was he having, and who the hell was Mortis? Was he ever going to wake up?

The vampire was quite boring as he simply watched the other two.

@Wraithblade6@Snarfulblast@Tyki
There was sound in the Imperial Gardens. The serene sleep of the garden had been disturbed, and the Court of Flowers began to awaken. Great trumpets of red and green raised themselves towards the sky, as glowing flowers popped out of their crevices. Tiny little eyes observed the gathering of strange figures, even as soft melodies player, the chittering and laughing of tiny figures. Tiny creatures, Kami of the flowers and beauties of the world gathered here for the Dragon Emperor's pleasure. Long vines covered in vibrant fruits reached up, as strange spider-like creatures consisting of nothing more than wood and vines moved along the ordered hedges of the garden. The trumpets released an unearthly sound, like the song of a whale, which echoed out into the night.

But among the flowers that had risen, many retreated back into their crevices, as arrays of crimson roses seemed to spontaneously burst into bloom. Thorns grew from previously innocent stems, an malicious little voices could be heard giggling. Lights turned red, as the flowers prepared to feast on the bodies of the invaders, knowing well the fate of any who wandered into the Imperial Gardens. For it's guardians were always wakeful. And even as the trio attempted to understand the reverie of colour and sound around them, throned stems wrapped around their legs, malignant voices whispering in their ears.

The great spiders turned towards the invaders, the once loyal guardians of the Sacred Tree. They had lost their home and their duty, but had once more been employed by the Dragon Emperor. And as they heard the warning calls, they knew that they had failed to keep out the invaders. Stirred into a rage by their failure, they rushed towards the position of these fools, dozens of spiders the size of small houses crashing through the gardens as the previously immobile plant life bunched to the side of them. Charging like a rhino they revealed pincers the size of a man, formed from carved wood and laced with poison.

For the Imperial Gardens held many of the wonders of the world. The Singing Flowers that gathered the memories of all that slept near them, weaving their thoughts into a song that could not be described with mere words. The Trees of Life, which bore fruit from every nation and every time on their branches, and would cure even the most grievous of ills. But these wonders had come at a cost, and the Blood Rose would feed on the corpses of any who dared intrude on their nightly rest.

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Shiro looked up from his meditation, as he heard the calls. Some fool had stepped into the Imperial Gardens. Many had attempted to see the wonders presented there, and others had attempted to step through it with an assassin's blade. Their bodies now served as fertilizer for the very plants they had stepped past. The Gardens were equal parts monument and deathtrap. He well knew, as he had been trained to maneuver it's passageways without falling to the always hungry Blood Rose.

However, it was surprising that someone had gotten so far into the Gardens before being noticed. The call had come from near the middle of the Garden, not the edge. So someone had managed to sneak past the plentiful guards at the edge of the Gardens, and to avoid rousing the Court of Flowers for an entire 2 miles before slipping up. Such a feat was hard to achieve, and showed that this event might not be just another random civilian. A highly trained assassin might be able to hide their presence well enough to fool even the Guardians, or an Onmyoudo might have manipulated their loyalties. Regardless, such an individual might pose a threat to the Garden. Escape was not an option, this was Aegis, the Heart of the Empire. But they could do some damage before they went.

Standing up, Shito dashed off into the gardens. The roses did not rise up to devour him, even in their bloodlust. For they knew his flesh was cold, and they knew that any harm dealt to him would invalidate their pact. The Guardians similarly ignored him, rushing to contain this threat to their sacred duties. They were defined by their role, born from the need to protect. Their loyalty was assured, Shiro thought, and their assistance would be crucial. Now, he would see what form of fool it took to invade the Imperial Gardens.

@supertinyking @kishin asura

Had Marcus the Vulcan been of a less pretentious sort, and of a much greater morning mood, he might have noticed the change in scenery. However, being as he could not remember the night before and his head rang like the gong of a great church in the painful way it did, the annoying sound that awoke him, awoke him in much the wrong way. Having full intention to get up and give the shouty person a piece of his mind, he was so oblivious that he made to get up out of bed, turning to the side. He also made to prop himself up with one hand, using the inn night stand for support as he was still half asleep and less than alert. However, considering neither of those things existed anywhere near him at the moment, he simply accomplished flipping himself rather strangely, smashing his face into the ground.

Groaning at the new shot of pain in his head, he pushed himself up and looked around. His eyes made their way on two different characters, what looked to be a man in black armor and a pale man with a strange choice of hair style. As a duo the two seemed strange indeed, yet from what he could tell they did not look very friendly with each other. He got up and went to fix his presumably ruffled feathers, and forgot he was in human form. He blinked before simply looking up at his hair and straightening it with his hands before walking over to the two. "Whoever was making that insufferable sound-" He left the sentence unfinished, glancing between the two, rather blatantly annoyed.

(short post, I gotta get to bed, will do more later)

Before anything further could be said or done by the monkeyman or the new waving person, the plantlife stirred in no small magnitude. Thorned vines snaked their way toward Mithias' feet, causing him to instinctively and gracefully step aside, out of their loops. They seemed to begin chasing him and he kept dodging them with deft, yet perplexed steps. He looked at the other two, who seemed to be having the same problem. The roses started blooming before his eyes, a music was being sung, and ill-willed whispers began to grow inside his head. Mithais Narrowed his eyes. Damnit to hell, he was hallucinating. Something was happening to him and he had no control over it. Instead, he concluded, he had been trapped in this imaginary world by some arch-fiend. Sure that was the most logical conclusion. He had to try to wake up.

It could have been Gabriel that had done this to him, or perhaps he was poisoned by someone else, while lying back in his bed. Hopefully, he wasn't destroyed yet. He looked up sharply as the sound of crashing drew closer. Giant wooden spiders were easily traversing the garden-jungle around them. This was totally ridiculous. "This can't possibly be real." Mithias was determined to test his theory and remained still. If this insanity was at all meaningful, then it would have to prove itself. Thorny vines finally found him and coiled around his limbs. he grimaced at their sharp thorns but did not react. He tried to concentrate on waking up and blocked out everything around him.

@thewizardguy@Snarfulblast@Wraithblade6

While most might be terrified markus, in his almsot constantly playful mood, took these assaults with smile on his face as he holds a finger, saying evenly "freeze for a minute, first, i don't like killing, even if it's plants, so i'm going to give you a warning" before crouching and jumping up with enough force that the thorns around his ankles are ripped from the ground as he soars over the tree tops, the malignant plants crashing together where he'd once been, his warning having not been heeded in their bloodlust as he spins in the air, the vines being blown off his limbs by a terrifyingly feirce hurrican of wind pressure as he chuckles out "Alright! i did warn you!" before kicking down at gardens, the virtual hurricane being let loose upon the plants there, uprooting trees and murlocks alike before he floats down slowly and surveys the devastation he'd wrought, his omni-present grin slowly fading into sadness as the thing of beauty he'd once beheld leisurely was now a broken wreck of vines and splinters.

"i'm sorry" he says softly before noticing a lonely peach, still clinging to it's parent tree despite the malicious gale. He goes over to it quietly and plucks it, eating it until nothing is left but the pit before going to the center of the gardens and digging out a small spot, burying the pit before standing, turning to the other three present, asking "alright, who's responsible for these plants being made to kill?" lightning crackling in his hair as the normally cheerful monkey-man was growing rather infuriated at the perversion of nature as he saw it.

@Tyki@Wraithblade6@thewizardguy Luckily enough for Blarg the pseudo hurricane kept most of the plants off of him, and he was thrown straight into one of his old "friends".

Albert had decided to visit the Gardens again, and usually the plants kept quiet about him being there seeing as they knew he was a Dragon. He walked into the gardens only to getting hit by a a flying murloc. Catching Blarg and regaining his balance Albert freezes the plants with his ice breath, turning towards the other people in the area, Albert drops Blarg, and introduces himself,"Good evening my name is Albert Karlof."

@Wraithblade6@Tyki@Snarfulblast
The massive hurricane winds tear at the ground, ripping the harmless fruit trees and trumpets from the ground. Glowing little white flowers are thrown around with high-pitched screams, even as many wonders of the world are torn to pieces by the wind. However, even as the centre of the Gardens is devastated by the hurricane, the Blood Rose and the Guardians seem not to care. Even as a Guardian is smashed to pieces on the ground it merely reassembles itself, wood growing back together, vines once more twisting around one another. Twelve Light blue orbs stare out from the undergrowth of it's face, even as it's pincers reappear. The Blood Rose is hardly even affected, it's vines continuing deep under the garden. Even the Hurricane lacked the grip or the power to tear up such a massive planet, which stretched out for miles on end in each direction.

A massive guardian charges the new arrival, towering over the Ice Dragon. A blast of frost slows it, as ice forms around it's body, but it's simply too massive to freeze easily. These beings were the size of houses, like a land-based death-whale. Albert was forced to fly aside to avoid being crushed by the creature's onslaught.

But the great majority of Guardians focused on the midget who had dared deal such damage to the Garden. Even as he attempted to planet the peach, he found himself assaulted by the massive beings. They surrounded him, leaving no room for escape as their number increased. There were over a hundred Guardians in the Garden, and they were all gathering here. A single Guardian rushed forward, attempting to stomp on or bite at Markus. Even a glancing hit from those massive limbs could have crushed the midget like a pringle, as legs like tree trunks swiped at his position. The others merely waited for him to move, ready to jump at him should he attempt to evade.

Shiro had kept low during the hurricane, feeling the immense power of the winds wash over him. It seemed strange that the weather would turn against the Dragon Emperor. The Four Winds had all sworn loyalty to him, as had Raiden. If this were an act of betrayal by one of them, it was being done most foolishly. But Shiro could not feel their presence. No, it appeared the tiny figure was some form of Kami himself, gaining power over the storms directly.

The assassin moved from shadow to shadow, sizing up and numbering his opponents. Undoubtedly more of the Emperor's armies would arrive soon. The Servants of Death would appear first, and would soon be followed by the Dragon Guard. This entire place was soon to turn into a slaughtering ground, and he would need to provide tactical support. As such, he would eliminate his targets one by one. As such, logically, he would eliminate the one that had been flung away. He discovered Blarg in a pile of dead plants, tangled with the limbs of a tree. Quickly, the assassin jumped forward to end the creature's life.

@Tyki@Wraithblade6@thewizardguy
Blarg recovering quickly forms a Shadow clone in front of himself to stop any more attacks against him, after he rolls to the side gets up and runs around in a large circle letting out his War-cry,"BLARGURLGEURLGEORGAURGLEWERGULO!!!!"

Albert,(still in human form),leaps away from the Guardian. Reverting to his Dragon form, which equals the Guardian in size, he swipes it away smashing it to pieces he freezes it as well to slow the regrowth of the Guardian. "Well I guess now isn't really the time for introductions, so would you kindly hop on my back so we can away from here."