Jumping down from the building, she braced herself and landed on a piece of debris above the monster and to the left of the Uber "It's not dead, which is a good sign, but im sure you knew that already, this is interesting though, just from what I can sense, it's like it's soul cant leave it's body. I've never seen something like this before, and we've been to a lot of places, he might be immortal essentially, but...yeah." Standing up, she moved as the Uber had the thing brought back to the ship and she nodded "hopefully, it's been a lot of pointless running until this point, I'm shocked we even found a level 5 here of all places not to mention...many others." There was something going on here, it was known that this place in particular tended to hold things from time to time, but there was so many things here, so many strong things, it was insane...so much fun to be had.

Turning after hearing The Uber felt someone and in fact turned towards them, she saw a blue haired women watching the situation finish and Bambi perked up "Oooo, hopefully this is more fun than it seems."

Opening her hand, blue white energy formed and it quickly began forming a long pipe looking object, however it quickly began to form. As the energy disappeared, what looked like an old hunting bolt action rifle. It was pure white and where the sights should have been was instead filled with blue light that worked as a red dot sight almost. On the side, white crosses went down the metal material it was made out of. Kicking it up, having it flip in the air, she pulled out a bullet and caught the gun as it landed loading, through the commotion, she filled the bullet with reshi and held it up aiming at the girl "Might as well move yourself over here, I'm not even gunna give you a count down just gunna shoot in a couple of seconds, and before you considering your options, the giant Alien behind me can crush you before I could blow you up, just a thought" she put her finger on the trigger and pressed, a centimeter from pressing it.

"Get ready to move if she's stronger then I'm reading she is, as much as I like killing and blowing things up, I'd rather get myself into a battle like the one you just got yourself into" she whispered to The Uber, well more so in a tone that only he could hear.

The confessor was about to lecture her on the virtues of bodily pain when she ran off towards the wanton destruction of the once proud city of Bern. It seems she had been faking her injury after all, though something told him perhaps his mere rotary rifle wouldn't have been enough to put her down if they had come to blows. Seems the situation had worked out in everyone's favor then. She was a sly one, he had to admit, but she must have thought him a fool not to suspect her vaulting over his vehicle. When one lives their life as a spy master and religious leader, everything is suspect, especially such over the top theatrics. But, after thorough inspection of the vehicle he could not find hide nor hint of any sort of explosive or tracking device.

It would matter little though, it was not more than two hours later that he was forced to abandon the vehicle, the road he would need to take to reach his destination was littered with the remains of countless vehicles, still stalled in traffic though their occupants long since gone. It was impassible by car, and once more he was forced to trek on foot, two of the three batteries he had scavenged now in tow. This part of the journey was short lived, as the men and women who he had attempted to flee from quickly gained the ground between them, their APCs with simple treads were able to go off the road, none of the vehicles he had spotted would fair well off pavement. With nothing but his life at stake, Isaac approached them, calling to speak with their leader. He was somewhat amused to find the great winged creature was their master, and they were following him.

After perhaps an hour of persuasive rhetoric and sermon, he had convinced the cultists to allow him to travel with them. In truth it would be necessary to reach their intended destination. Only Isaac had any form of navigation. Without the clutter of the roads or any restriction from the natural land, they made excellent time to Munich, and the confessor readied himself to speak with the 'Prince of the Warp'.

"Ooooh!" Yoh chirped airily upon hearing the explanations from Nova and Gojira-san alike, nodding sagely as though she understood everything perfectly. "So if we find this thingie, we can go back to our homes? That's good! My little sis must be getting hungry now, and ever since Mommy left on business it's been my job to take care of her, so I need to make sure I get back home so she can eat dinner and prove that I am responsible to Mommy!"

After declaring this fact with a slight hop, Yoh started energetically darting around the gift shop in search of anything that looked dimensionally transcendental. This resulted in her finding an assortment of glittery objects and a couple of snowglobes, shaking them harshly while closing her eyes, then opening her eyes and realizing that she had not, in fact, traveled worlds.

After going through about fifteen random objects in this fashion, Yoh glared at the floor and puffed her cheeks out in irritation. "...f-fine, hiding world travel thing, if you want to keep hiding and let my sister starve, then go ahead!" She blurted out, crossing her arms.

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"...I-I thought that if I tried to make it feel guilty, it would stop hiding." Yoh spoke up after a few seconds, sniffling slightly and evidently frustrated that her masterful plan to coax the Terminal out had failed. "Miss Gojiiiiraaaaaaa, why is this thingie being a bully?"

@Cuccoruler

In response to the man cracking his knuckles, Xellos put his hands up, hoping to make sure the behemoth understood that he was friendly. Xellos wasn't in the mood to fight this man, especially given how strong he was. Maybe this guy would be his new best friend while he was trapped in this place?

Probably not, but if he didn't at least try to interact with him, Lady Zelas wouldn't be pleased.

" I was across this planet, but I was getting fairly bored. I sensed your overwhelming power, and decided to come and say hello~! What are you up to in this mess of a . . . what looks to be a city~? "

@Lmpkio@Gummi Bunnies

Joylne Kujo

“Yeah I think it’s time to vamoose” The young woman now running behind Kirby to the palace,She could see Kars form the corner of her eye wondering why he was not going after her.With Kars disappearing into the portal she wondered why he didn't attack her unless he was taking his time with her.

Kars

Kars was waiting beside the portal waiting for the others to come join him.

“Yes i am Kars….and I am the last of the Piller Men thanks to the Joestars..” Kars said to the two looking around the area,”So your organization….do you have room for one more?I plan on kill the Joestar bloodline and I think I will need help if she is making allies…” He then said towards Bowser.

Indeed he would need some help killing Joylne whom he was mostly focused on.

Frisk, New York, Outside Grand Central Station
@Gummi Bunnies

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The child looked up at the knight behind squinted lids, appearing almost lazy in demeanour, remaining silent for a good few moments before just giving a non-committal shrug. Although non-verbal, it was as good an answer as any. Frisk honestly had no clue what was going on, they'd just been going with the flow. Admittedly, their grasp on the flow lead them to the extra dimensional toy train, so maybe they were onto something.

"Don't know. Just been doing what feels right." They spoke in curt terms, just enough to develop upon the not-quite-so telling shrug. Frisk looked away from the knight - a rather brave thing to do considering their circumstances - and pointed in the direction of the palace.

"Have you been there?"

The toy train in Frisk's hand felt very evident, its presence never quite faded into the back of their mind, all the while remaining unaware of the other party in search of them within the station.
@thewizardguy

@CorpusMundus

Timaeus, Daemon Prince - Munich, Germany

With the speed of his flight he had reached Munich at a remarkable fast time. At least faster than his own subordinates for they had much work to do, and so he awaited for them to finally arrive in the city.

And when they did he was surprised to find out among his subordinate was the man he spotted earlier in the car. At least he had the bit of ability of persuasion to let his cultist share their ride to here. Thinking he may be a little interesting for a mortal and to get rid of the boredom he had since he arrived to this world, he unexpectedly asked.

"You mortal... who are you?" His voice roared through the region, making itself a impressive sight because of his gigantic stature.

Somewhere - Bern - Switzerland
Jetstream Sam

"Let's dance."

His last words, spoken to a white haired warrior as a mechanical dog looked on. It would have either been his last fight, or a simple reaffirmation of his ideals. But instead...

"I'm stuck here in the back end of some city."

Samuel Rodriguez picked himself up from the dumpster, which was thankfully empty of any disgusting filth. Jumping out, he dusted himself off as he looked around the alley way, touching the walls of one of the buildings. Well, it was a real alley alright. It even has that back alley smell. This definitely wasn't a trick or anything of the sort. Whatever happened to him, it seemed to have brought him to this place. Not something that person would have wanted or done, especially after that exchange.

A brief moment on his codec was enough to tell him it wasn't going to be of much use here. It didn't matter. He could learn more simply by going out into the city. With that in mind, he walked out of the alley, where surely someone would be able to answer some of his questions.

@True Creator

The daemon was intimidating, without a doubt. A voice like thunder, a body like some nightmare of revelations, and a feeling of power that could shape and warp the world itself. A lesser man would have certainly been afraid of this prince of hell, and the legions he most certainly commanded. Isaac however, was not such a man. He was reaffirmed by his faith in Kane, in the power of Tiberium, and now he stood confident before the horror, a mere man of faith.

"I am Isaac Helms, Grand Confessor of the Brotherhood of Nod, leader of the Black Hand, and the successor of Kane! I am the herald of the Prophet, and of a new and glorious age for all of mankind, for only I possess His word. It is the gospel of the great green crystal! The birthright to the downtrodden and the hopeless, the enlightened and the merciful! Know me you horror, as a child of Kane, and the first claimant to the Land of Nod!"

@CorpusMundus

Timaeus, Daemon Prince - Munich, Germany

Not many mortals have the courage to stand before one such as him, much less to call him a 'horror', as even Space Marines can't help but tremble upon his presence. That gives him respect towards the man and his interest towards him deepens. Humans are generally cowards that will flee at the first sight of danger, however there are always exceptions, like the man who stand before him

"Very well, in respect to your courage, I will let you go unharmed." His voice once again thundered through the region.

After deciding that, he started to bark out commands for his cultist to find an building fit to be his palace and fortify it.

Hostile. Of course. Only a couple of hours into this new universe and people already wanted to kill her. Not that she wasn't used to this. She made quite a few enemies in her own universe. For the most part the person aiming a gun at her seemed to be normal, or at least not god like in durability. It was decided that she could use her normal abilities here, and so switched her nanomites to mind shielding, just in case the thing in the robes decided to hop in.

"Well, that's a way to welcome someone!"

Cyano pulled her multi weapon from her belt and dashed out from her hiding place. She didn't know if the gun was ballistic or energy based. Regardless, the saber cloth in her clothes would prevent much damage if she was hit. If it was energy based the bullet would simply dissipate on contact. If it was ballistic it would hurt, but wouldn't do much damage beyond a paintball depending on the size.

While dashing, Cyano would turn and take a few shots, about 5, at the girl holding a gun towards her. Time had taught her that it was better to attack then be attacked. Though for now she would only aim for the gun. Hopefully the shots would hit and break it, though just knocking it out of her hands would give her enough time to get up close to the girl for close combat.

Ika Musume was a bit confused at the appearance of the red headed swordsman. Though confusion quickly led to glee, as she realized she had her first opponent to her Inkvasion of this universe. Though she didn't have much time to feel glee.

Watch out, De geso!

As soon as the red headed swordsman started his attack, Ika Musume would attempt to grab him with her tentacles and stop his attack. If she managed to, she would follow up by grabbing his arms, and putting the remaining six tentacles around his waist. If this succeeded, she would end it by squirting Squid ink into the mans face, utterly ruining his hair, and probably blinding him for a little bit.

@Yidhra

Asura

Asura turned to look back at the city for a moment realizing that it really was dump. "Honestly I was trying to get to another part of this planet, if you have a faster way than swimming though I would be willing to hear you out." Asura said as he finished cracking his knuckles. He hadn't really planned on punching this man, though he was annoyed that this man didn't introduce himself, not even giving his name. "Course I'm gonna need a name too." Asura said looking down at him, he was calm but just being near Asura would allow anyone to feel enough tension around him. Asura was ready to get angry if he needed to.


@Gummi Bunnies@Absolis

Cia

Cia was about to get involved in the fight herself, but she stopped herself before she could. She knew that if she did she would chance hitting her comrades with her acidic attack ink. She hadn't changed it into acidic yet so it was still not going to harm anyone. She pointed her gun at the ground however and made a puddle of ink. She also shot a bit in front of her. After this she changed into squid form and hid in the ink. If she had a chance she would attack, but for now she could care less, though she was ready to move to another part of her ink path if the red headed boy decided to attack. Though she wished she would know her comrades names.
(seriously you guys need to introduce yourselves)

As the lesser Ethereals made their analysis of Apocalypse, they would discover the truth behind Apocalypse's vast power. A complex inter-cellular network, capable of rebuilding itself rapidly. This inter-cellular network was the secret behind Apocalypse's immense feats of physical strength and speed, as his entire body was a massive muscle. The cells rapidly multiplied, regenerating and reforming, using an ever-evolving set of blueprints to rebuild his body. Even as his brain was destroyed it was being recreated, at quite a fast pace. A solid mass of regenerating cells capable of forming intercellular movement. It also appeared to be a violation of the second law of thermodynamics so gross it could not be overlooked. The creature seemed to generate energy on a cellular level, every cell having the potential to provide the energy of an anti-matter reactor, and yet functioning at less than a tenth of it's total power.

The ethereals were able to extract the creature's DNA, which eagerly began adapting and cloning itself. Kept in stasis, this string of information might be used to create clones of Apocalypse, something that seemed surprisingly easy to do despite the creatures inherent complexity. However, to perfectly recreate this marvel of science was nigh impossible. The other thing they discovered was that this creature was currently at only a fragment of it's full potential, capable of growing a thousand times in power. It was perhaps the most complex piece of genetic engineering the ethereals had ever come across, far outdoing their own mutons. However, perhaps now that they were aware of this creature, attempts could be made to rectify that.

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Despite the Ethereal's warning, Bambietta had manifested a form of callous aggressiveness toward the mystery individual hiding from sight. The alien didn't react to the maniac's threats, as it was somewhat predictable from the demented Quincy's part. Nonetheless, at least there wasn't any active assault on the unknown bloke in which issues had already surfaced when paired with the sternritter. It didn't prevent Cyano from reacting negatively to this 'welcome' she referred to. The Ethereal could sense something, like a glitch running about as it focused on the humanoid female. She seemed to have the typical attribute of one of those psychic resisting brawlers. It didn't surprise the Ethereal too much, as this wasn't too rare in the Multiverse.

What would slightly surprise it would be her sudden movement and sprint out of her safe spot, following up with multiple shots fired toward the alien overlord's colleague. They appeared to be typical energy based projectiles from what seemed to be a strange tool she was wielding. In any case, one of the Etehreal's hands emerged from its cloak and rapidly intervened to 'catch' the projectiles. A common practice among Ethereals, to swiftly react to bullets and apply the Psi-Reflect ability. In this case, the alien's frail and grey hand would have a small portal form on its palm, serving as obstacle between the projectiles and the Quincy on the Ethereal's left. They seemed to all be sucked in, thanks to their clear cut precision, and vanished for a brief moment. They would only reappear as the portal formed before the Ethereal and shot the volley of bullets in one precise shot Cyano's gun. All the projectiles were at 33% of their power, but there were 5 all shot simultaneously. The remaining energy was absorbed by the Ethereal.

"Perhaps conducting restraint on any form of aggressiveness would lead to higher life expectancy, whether it is you Basterbine or the Unnamed One. Precaution does not equate to elimination in such a world."

The strange figure would suddenly commence levitating toward the blue haired female without any form of aggressiveness. It wasn't that it was searching for a peaceful resolution, but it was quite aware that anything could happen with what they encountered in the Multiverse. This very fact was the reason why the Dark Outliners existed in the first place. It would stop at about thirty meters of distance from Cyano as it captured a new presence in this supposedly empty city. The readings weren't wrong when they indicated that there was somewhat an infestation of distinct entities in the area.

Jetstream Sam's presence wouldn't be unnoticed, but it felt somewhat too close to typical humans to ring any bells for the Ethereal. Hence why it would maintain it focus on the stranger. The technology she wielded intrigued it somewhat, even if it had not see what it actually did, it could tell she'd have something interesting to display. Especially if she came over here on her own.

"What purpose have you in such an empty world? A possible, lone interloper or maybe a genuine threat to our cause?"

Somewhere - Bern - Switzerland
Jetstream Sam

Empty.

It was not the sort of empty that he was familiar with, not the messy chaotic emptiness of a city abandoned from war or any other reason. It was just... empty. For years it seemed. Not one car, or a soul passed by, not even the feeling that he was being watched. There seemed to be animals around, but those were the only living things in this place that was not him so far. Some places were already being reclaimed by nature, green replacing the dull grey of the city. Questions ran through his mind as he walked aimlessly down a street, the one most often repeated was 'How'. How did he come here? How did this city come to this? How on earth was he supposed to explain this one to the boss?

The street signs that was still legible told him he was somewhere in Switzerland. That was one question answered at least.

Eyes widening, Sam turned suddenly, the sound of what seemed to be gunshots echoing from somewhere. Survivors? Hunters? Or perhaps some terrorist types? Either way, he can't simply just walk away after finding nothing of real importance.

A few moments later, he had managed to sprint to where the source was, but had elected to keep himself hidden instead of going out. He has no idea of the situation after all, and the sight of that... thing floating around was enough to convince himself this was the right choice. It helps that the thing seemed to have company.

"What purpose have you in such an empty world? A possible, lone interloper or maybe a genuine threat to our cause?"

Save the girl, his instincts told him. It was something he would have gladly acted on, if not for that thing there. From what he could tell, it seemed the girl had shot at it, and yet it was floating to her nonchalantly, as if confident of its own abilities. Was this the one that destroyed this place? No... It didn't seem like it. It seemed more like that thing came here for other reasons.

@True Creator

Isaac Helms, Munich, Germany

The daemon was a prideful thing, that was for certain, saying it would 'allow' Isaac to leave. It was insulting, and the confessor was tempted to retort with another bout of rhetoric and scold the daemon. But a wise man knows when pride becomes hubris, and he would not die here. Not yet at least. There was much work ahead of him to truly claim this as the Land of Nod. The Visitors who had arrived, although not Scrin, were definitely a potential threat, as was the creature who they had fought in Bern.

"Thank you for your mercy, Prince of the warp. Know that you as well have my respect and should you have need of me, perhaps I might be of assistance to you and your flock. Though of course one block always lifts another. I will be scavenging in the city, so you know where to find me, may your gods watch over you."

In his fashion he was courteous to one who he saw as an equal, and a possible ally. While the faith the daemon belonged to and was spawned from may have been somewhat unorthodox, it was by no means blasphemous. No, the only true blasphemy was to deny the potential of Tiberium, as preached by Kane. The monster had not yet shown any interest in the billowing green smoke that followed the confessor, and ignorance of Tiberium cannot be faulted. Those who do not wish to see the glorious future out of indifference or fear cannot be helped, and they will be left behind crying for salvation. But, those who would protest or corrupt the purity of it must be destroyed.

@Moonlit Sonata@thewizardguy


"...f-fine, hiding world travel thing, if you want to keep hiding and let my sister starve, then go ahead!"

Gojira-San would pause to turn around at Yoh curiously. Yet what she said was indeed very sad. Of course she would have a family to go back too as well. After all... she's just a child. Yet this also made the woman very anxious and worried about her own daughter too. She hopes that she's safe with her allies and no abducted by any evil kaiju off to get revenge at her. All these possibilities... but she kept this all to herself.

"Pardon?" she asks Yoh as if she didn't hear.

"...I-I thought that if I tried to make it feel guilty, it would stop hiding." Yoh spoke up after a few seconds, sniffling slightly and evidently frustrated that her masterful plan to coax the Terminal out had failed. "Miss Gojiiiiraaaaaaa, why is this thingie being a bully?"

"I don't know..." Goji answers simply, "But think of~ think of it as if its playing hide and seek. You need to look closely in order to~"

@Player 2 Suddenly, her senses detected something not too far away. Someone was nearby... a person perhaps. She sniffs the air several more times, making sure she has it and not part of the station itself.

"Someone's here..." she mutters, "It's coming from deeper into the shop."

She takes a few steps towards the impending darkness as she slowly approaches where the smell is.

"Stay here Yoh-chan..." she says to Yoh as she signals not to come with her right arm and hand out to her side.

She slowly begins to walk into the impending darkness, oblivious to what she may find...

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@Kael Taiyou@Cuccoruler@Gummi Bunnies@Flamelord@Eviledd1984


After several minutes of being on the run, continously looking back to see on who is following and with everyone seemingly to be accounted for, they appeared to have lost the Alliance that were after them. Breathing a sigh of relief, and panting from the short up burst in speed, he continues to search the horizon for the palace. After several minutes of searching from a hight enough building, he can vaguely see the Temple to the northeast, roughly a mile away. This battle was fought way too close to his likings. If they were to be followed, the would've surely given their location. He takes this as a simple stroke of luck.

"We're a mile away from the palace!" he calls out to everyone as he jumps down from the view, "Just about a mile more to the northeast and we'll be back. Hopefully Nova will still be there."

He takes one last glance at the group.

"Everyone accounted for?" he asks everyone, just to be 100% sure.

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@Eviledd1984



”So your organization… do you have room for one more? I plan on kill the Joestar bloodline and I believe I'll need help if she happens to be making allies…”

"Like I said," Bowser responds to Kar, "Your on our list of ones to recruit, along with that laser beam wielding guy over there..."

"Sith..." corrects Ultron with a groan of dissatisfaction.

"Ya guys done already?" crackles Ghidorah as she and Satsuki begin to head towards the portal, "We don't have all day!"

The two members nod as they, and supposably Kars, begin to follow the three behind them and begin to head into the portal and through the ripple, pop out in Bern, Switzerland. The portal lead out to a bridge, which crossed over a river and into the heart of the city, a temporary base of operations for their conquest. Once they have a firm grip on better universes, may they be able to make a new base... bigger... stronger... and by that time make more allies for their cause.

Time will only tell...