@CallMeChaotix
Ignoring his warnings, the two simply sped off, caring only for their own conflict. They had not only ignored his threat, but they had once more disregarded him as a threat. Blackwargreymon growled as he shot into the sky, flying high above the city of Ayumi. From here he had a clear view of the two troublemakers, and he would show them not to cross one of the most powerful beings in this world. They shot across the land, until they arrived at a lake. Their immense speed allowed them to cross the lake with ease, moving across the water as if it were just another floor. But even as they clashed, they were oblivious to the threat flying high above, even as it aimed one of it's gauntleted arms at the hypersonic figures far below.

Dragon Blaster

A beam of green energy struck the water, even as an immense amount of energy was released into it. A vast green explosion seemed to devour the lake itself, the two fighters disappearing in the explosion. The attack had struck with the power of a high-powered missile, and the explosion could be seen from any part of the city. Waves of pressure pushed at those present, overturning stalls and stalling traffic as dozens stared at the spectacle. When the sickly green light faded a mere second later, the entire lake had been annihilated, every drop of water evaporated. Anything that had been on, in or even around the lake had been obliterated, reduced to nothing but ash, and sometimes not even that much. It was a truly devastating attack, and an indicator of the Legendary Warrior's power.

Of course, little did BlackWargreymon know that his attack had missed it's targets, both the Flash and Professor Zoom entering the Speedforce a fraction of a millisecond before the attack had struck. It was this tiny window of opportunity that had spared them from an untimely death, and when the Flash returned to this reality he would find a giant crater where the lake had been mere moments before, a crowd already gathering around it. Blackwargreymon was hovering above it, trying to see if his prey had escaped him. He had not spotted the Flash far below, but it would not be long before he did.

King was looking in the water when his stomach growled again. He had yet to ask the girl for his daily ration, but something was distracting him, something was in there.

"Ikaba" Someone said from behind him. He was floating on his pilow as usual so he turned around to find some orange furry thing he had never seen before holding fruit in King's direction.

"Hey thanks....umm whats your name? Mine is King." He said lazily as he took the fruit and bit into it only to find it was purple on the inside, but King shrugged because it still tasted good.

@Billsomething

"Crash" He said pointing at himself. Crash placed the bag of fruits between himself and King. "Awaa" he looked at King and held his arms open as if inviting the Floating Human to eat with him

He sat down and grabbed two fruits in each hand, he stuffed his mouth full making his cheeks bulge like that of a chipmunk. Only to begin almost choking on them when he took notice of the sickly green light in sky which was followed it pressure from the blast "WAA!!!" Crash scream after witnessing the frighting sight (though the scream was more one of excitement then fright)@Mugin

Roman Torchwick - Bar O'Brien

It hadn't been too difficult for Roman to find what he was looking for, the thief having something of a knack for this sort of thing. It was good to see that even this town had those sorts of places though, as opposed to some omnipresent utopia. Then he really would have gone crazy. Variety was the spice of life after all, and Roman wasn't sure what he would have done if crime just didn't flat out exist at all. Fortunately, not a concern.

Roman chose a decent looking establishment at random and stepped inside, almost immediately buffeted by the atmosphere inside. Juniors this was not, but he supposed it would do. There were plenty of other establishments he could try if need be, but for now he stepped further in, headed towards the bar. Of course, in the process he also noticed the distinctly buff gentleman in the suit looking him over, before buying his drink once he got close enough to hear it.

"I'll have the mint julep," Roman told the bartender, letting his cane lean against the wooden surface as he took a seat on one of the stools present. He eyed the offered cigar for a moment before going for it, extinguishing his own and taking the new one. "Don't mind if I do."

At the request, he reached into his pocket, producing a black lighter. "As a matter of fact I do," he replied calmly, flicking it open and lighting the Senators before he did the same for his own. He waited to answer, instead sampling the cigar first with a drag. "Oh yeah that's good." Much better than what he had been using before. That was a situation that would need to be rectified sooner rather than later.

He shifted in his seat, arm resting on the bar as he at last answered the question. "Well, at the moment I was hoping to see if i could inquire about getting some hired help for a job I have planned. With all the freaks around this place running an operation solo isn't exactly a winning proposition, if you catch my drift." He had the feeling that he had come to the right place.

Patchouli was pleasantly surprised by the manor's exterior, but did the interior match the exterior? After all, if that was always the case, Lady Remilia would look. . . quite different. She couldn't make this home her's without checking out the interior, and hopefully it was as great as the outside. And it had a library.

Patchouli used what strength she had to open up the large door, and slide inside of the Manor. The typical things you'd expect would be there. A large clock, beautiful furniture, a person hiding under a tablecloth, a staircase, and what appeared to be a cabinet with a tea set inside of it. The room was covered in dust, but that shouldn't be much of a problem for her. So far, the house was living up to her expectations, but it was possible that the entrance parlor was just a front.

She would have gone up the stairs in search of a library, but then she noticed the person the tablecloth was still breathing. It was odd to find someone who would be willing to stand in the middle of an abandoned manor with a tablecloth over them, but Patchouli did know people who had hobbies much more odd than this.

On second thought, it could be the owner of the manor? Maybe it would be best to strike up some kind of conversation about the person under the sheet.

". . . May I ask why you're under a sheet? "

King looked at Crash with a smile. He sat down with him and started to eat the fruit. He laughed a little whne he stuffed his mouth, it stort of brought back memories ofmhis friends nut he put them aside. King noticed crash was looking at something behimd him so he turned around to see a sickly green light brighten up the sky. Then a blast of air was followed by a excited scream from crash.

"Whoa!! Wonder what that was was. It looks like it is coming from that lake, lets go check it out." He said to crash while floating back up.

@Billsomething

@Mugin Crash nodded his head in barely contained excitement and ran towards the location of where the light originated, but quickly came back to grab his wumpa fruits and swung said bag over his shoulder.

he also dragged king along. holding him with his other hand

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"Make that two, Pete."

The Senator added to Roman's request to the barman, the old bearded man handling the drinks gave a dead eyed glare at the politician before handling the demand. It was clear that Armstrong had a pretty nasty reputation around these parts, some of it likely being related to the fact that he purposely lured muggers around to eventually beat them to a pulp as 'training'. It also seemed that more and more thugs were going missing as he emerged his face, causing a lot of folks to be completely distrusting of the bulky man. Nonetheless, never has there been anything put against him and no one really dared to stand against him anymore, other than cocky low lives.

"Appreciated, son."

Armstrong replied to the redhead as his request was met with delightful acceptance. Once the glasses served to the two businessmen, Steven chuckled at the reaction Roman had to both seeing the cigars and having a nice taste of them. Surely his attempt at buttering up the renown thief was appearing to be successful, but he kept his guard up of course. Having dealt with dangerous mercenaries and borderline insane visionaries such as Monsoon, the senator wasn't dupe and clearly knew that dealing with unscrupulous thugs like this was a death sentence without a minimum of credibility backing him up. Inhaling a large drag out of the cigar before locking it in his fingers and out of his mouth.

A louder, almost jolly burst of laughter came out of the politician's mouth as he almost coughed out the smoke he had just taken in. Roman's response was both very pleasing but also amusing to the man, it had been a long time since he had to deal with such fellows in low areas. Reminiscent of the glory days he lived as a Senator, the large and beautiful officies he held with only the best of the best. This felt like the days when he first started to invest in Cyborgs to commit mass murder.

"Glad to see there are still youths with a little backbone in these parts. If its competence you want, it's your lucky day, son. My current associate whom I'm waiting for here is just the guy you need to handle your ... Logistics issues."

A large grin formed on the man's face as he simply turned his head to face the younger individual. He paused for a moment to take a sip out of the drink Roman had ordered before coughing a put after swallowing.

"Haha, I always hated mint. At least you have good taste in cigars. The guy's a General, believe it or not, and can be quite the pain in the ass if not held by the balls. Get me?"

Before continuing, the senator would the glass back on the bar counter and reach in for something in his suit's inner pocket, opposite to where he got his cigars. Eventually he pull out of a business card he'd graciously pass to Torchwick. 'Steven Armstrong' was written on it with all the coordinates needed, as well as the logo of "L'Arôme", the big hotel chain in Ayumu, on it. Needless to say, after distributing the business card, he'd keep his hand out for a friendly shake.

"The name's Armstrong. And I think you and I both know where our Dragon lies. This 'Guild' everybody speaks about appears to hold answers people like us would kill for. You've obviously heard of it, right?"

The Senator asked, knowing full well people like this were to be attracted by the overwhelming influence of that Guild. The reality was that Armstrong knew full well that what was going on down there was partially if not completely responsible for their reasons to be here as well as what's making this whole place turn. And if there's influence and answers, there is power.

Jelly
Guild House


"Burble. Burble." There was a door. It stood up and straight like most doors did, with a knob that some people turned before they stepped inside. Jelly didn't turn the knob, but it did go inside. There was a space beneath the door, there always was, because doors didn't like getting their feet dirty and so clung to a wall like a germophobic who hovered over a used toilet seat. So Jelly just got thinner and slid through that space, no problem, even left room for a little bit of air so the door wouldn't get dirty with all the stuff that had gotten lost within Within the slime demon's gelatinous form.

The air inside the guild building was cool, and brightly lit. There wasn't very many people around, except for someone behind the counter. Jelly didn't know the person, but there was a desk in front of them, and they glowed with the air of one who was used to being asked questions, and knew, without a doubt, in the same way a prophet on hallucinogens knew without a doubt, that the moving green mass heading right for them was going to make the day feel a lot longer than the previous rate, an impressive feet since there hadn't been any action for the last three hours--unless one were willing to accepting twenty minutes of flying chasing and face slapping with a fly swatter, which wouldn't be accepted because nothing of the like ever happened to the person behind the counter.

The green slime stopped in front of the desk and bubbled. There was a pause before a wet voice muttered. "Need money for lawyer. This place gives money. Jelly need money for lawyer so Jelly can get more money."

The woman behind the desk scratched the tip of her nose and wondered if it was too late to get a job catching crabs in Alaska or Las Vegas. Probably was seeing there was no way to get back. "Well..." She said looking at her papers and shuffling them back and forth to give the illusion she was looking for something on one of them, as opposed to a way out as she was hoping for. "We don't just give away money here, you know? We have jobs that we pay people once they complete one of tasks." The slime didn't move, but she was certain it was looking around for some kind of picture that would do a better job at explaining things than she could've. "Uhm. I tell you to do something, you do it, and then I give you money like a trade."

"Oh." The voice sounded like water being sloshed around a metal bucket. "Enough for a lawyer? Jelly needs enough for a lawyer."

"Mmm. Not really that much. We don't have anything like that for the moment." She looked at the papers again, willing a magical portal that would lead her to somewhere less stressful like the land of ice queens and Jesus symbolizing lions. "Uhm. Do you have any special skills?" The slime gave her a look. It was impressive how much of a look it was considering that it didn't look like anything besides a green puddle that would leave a stain on the floor that would get her yelled at around closing time. "You need a skill of some sort so I can give you a job that you can do."

"Jelly can be flat or bumpy if that helps?!"

"It doesn't." There was a scream growing somewhere down at the back of the woman's throat. She shoved it down with a swallow and drowned it with a deep drink of water from a large cup at the corner of her desk. There was a picture of a crossed out L because Christmas was her favorite time of the year growing up up till she got a job at a department store and started to hate the damn season. The boss had given it to her as a joke as it was one of the only two things she brought with her when she fell into the town, the other was her never ending cheerfulness.. "But if you'd like to leave and come back later we might have something?"

Another pause and another impossibly hard stare that bore into her out of every shimmering green inch of slime. "Jelly will wait here. Woman looks frustrated. Jelly will be company."

"NO!" The woman nearly screamed. "I mean. No that's alright. Please go. Go and I'll give you a dollar next time I see you? How about it?"

"Leaving isn't job for Jelly. Leaving isn't really a job. Jelly stayed."

"But you'll get paid." The woman gasped at the puddle, more confused and frustrated than before which was something that was definitely going to get a highlight area in her diary. The green bit only shimmered in the light. "Wait. Here's a job." she said, shuffling the papers randomly. "Hold the door open and I'll give you a dollar at the end of the day. How about that? You can do that, right? But you have to be on the other side of the door so I can't see you."

"Dollar enough for lawyer?"

The woman swallowed hard. "Almost." She nodded her head. "Almost."

There was a plopping sound, probably the slime demon's thought process going into overload. "Jelly will do it." The slime didn't turn around it just started sliding towards the door.

"And remember, other side."

"Other side. Jelly remember." The slime stopped at the door and a green hand appeared at the center of the mass and extended to take the door's handle, and turned it slowly. "Jelly will hold door open and wait on the other side." The hand pushed the door open and the slime slid underneath it. Another hand held grabbed the other knob and held it while the first one sunk back into the mass. "Jelly is on other side. Now Jelly will wait "

The Flash looked for Professor Zoom multiple times, yet nothing. Where was he?

He needed to take a break, for today. He pulled out his Flash ring, and it sucked his Flash suit off of him and into the ring. It's time to be Barry Allen.

@Savato





The raspy coughs of a cyborg alien can be heard as the being known as General Grievous enters the bar, his cape making an ominous presence. He takes a few turns looking at the bar around him before continuing in, with his parts clanking along as he walks, yet he has no quarrels of murder in these parts. He had made an arrangement with a newly formed ally he acquired some few days ago and agreed to meet with said person here. This was a strange world indeed, let alone a new universe he had to travel too. None of the less, he had already made it inside. Too bad he couldn't have a drink here, I mean he doesn't even have a mouth. Just a speaker in which he communicates.

Soon he observes the bar table and happens to catch sight of a burly man, dressed up professionally, and an orange haired fellow, who also happened to be wearing fancy clothing. And all Grievous had was a cape, a badass one mind you. He recognizes the first man to be who he was looking for as he slowly approaches the group.

"Armstrong." he speaks with a raspy voice, "We finally meet face to face."

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@malmshodes


Samus would follow the green slime, leading to the guild in which they entered. Unlike the slime, she turned the doorknob and went in. The air inside the guild building was cool, and brightly lit. There wasn't very many people around, except for someone behind the counter. The bounty hunter thought it would be slightly more packed, but alas she supposed that these parts didn't have many of her kind via bounty hunters. She would then stop several meters away as the slime began having an awkward conversation with the woman behind the desk. Apparently this thing needed a lawyer of some sorts and possibly didn't know what a job or how money was actually earned.

In some ways, it was slightly humorous, but at the same time it was nauseatingly cringe-worthy. As soon as the jelly thing went outside, Samus slightly hesitated until moving up to the desk.

"Scuse' me madam." she asks politely, "I hear this guild provides some adequate jobs to partake in. What do you have to offer?"

"It makes me more ghost like, doesn't it. . .?" Fat words coming from a girl dressed in pajamas with a weird unnecessary hat. Then again, Patchouli was from Gensokyo, and there were plenty of weirder people running about there. A powerful magician was just the start of the oddities in a world composed primarily of Youkai. Not that she'd like it any differently; the world of humans was a boring place.

Dispelling her thoughts on the matter she leaned forward while floating in the air. The length of her body extended so she was closer to Patchouli, and thus was having a "face to face".

"I'm haunting this mansion. If you want it for your own, you'll have to go through me. Err. Well, you can go literally through me. You get it." Mima stopped stretching her back, then slowly pulled back toward the lobbies center. She had a somewhat devious expression on her face, before cocking her head to the left.

"Course', if you can force me off, I won't haunt you for living here. Are you familiar with Spell Card rules? Lets have a little duel to decide who owns this territory." The rules of danmaku. While no one here knew them but herself and Marisa, this girl should as well. Considering she was a Magician, she was well suited for the use of spellcards. Of course, that was just in terms of abilities. Somehow Mima felt that this girl would rather sit around and read than fight others for sport. Magician-type Youkai were like that, it was to be expected.

Regardless, having the first danmaku battle of this entire world was an enticing prospect for Mima. Infact, she was already crafting an elegant plan that had its roots put in her intangible brain since seeing Patchouli.

@Yidhra

King let crash drag him along by his arm the whole way there. When thay arrived, King was expecting to see a lake but jnstead there was nothing left but a crater and some dead fish at tne bottom.

"What happened here?" He said out loud.

@Billsomething

@Cleopatra

A small sigh escaped Patchouli's lips. She wasn't really in the mood to fight for this manor, especially since she had to walk all the way there. However, this was the closest thing to perfect Patchouli was going to get in this place, and she was willing to fight for it. The fight shouldn't last too long.

However, another person here from Gensokyo could be a blessing in disguise. She wasn't exactly sure who this was, but the ability to use Spell Cards says a lot about her. The girl also assumed Patchouli knew how to fight with Spell Cards, meaning the girl knew enough about her, including her appearance. This probably meant she knew somebody Patchouli knew, which could further limit the pool of people. If the 'ghost' didn't tell her who she was, Patchouli would then probably think harder about it. For now, she had a danmaku battle to get ready for.

While getting into a danmaku battle isn't exactly the best way to start up a relationship, they were some kind of greeting in Gensokyo. At least, they happen that frequently.

" If you really want it to go that far, I'll accept your duel. Just make it fast, I don't have the time to waste on it. "

Of course she didn't have time for it, she had perfectly good books to read.

After that encounter with the strange man, she had simply went back to her shelter, and stashed the mushrooms. The shelter inside the hollow tree was steadily starting to look more like a home now, complete with a few chairs here and there, and a makeshift table. Marisa had ran from her family before, and made her own house in the forest back in Gensokyo. It would be quite a hassle to make one again, but it was certainly doable. Especially since she could just build around the hollow tree as a base. It didn't seem like she could just go back to Gensokyo anytime soon, and Reimu can't exactly help if she didn't know where she was.

For now however, Marisa was flying towards the city, enjoying the feeling of the wind against her face.

Her instincts was telling her there was something interesting happening in the town right now. Something she would be rather interested in. Perhaps it was another incident she could somehow cash in on. Or perhaps it was some rare items she could use. Whatever it was, it gave her the excuse to finally enter the town. Marisa had put off investigating the town for too long after all.

"Heeh~..." She flew down lower, making her way through what seemed to be a marketplace. While there were some rare looking things here, none of them really sparked an interest in her. "Sure looks interesting. Wonder if I could sell stuff here..."

Roman Torchwick - Bar O'Brien

Roman resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead taking another drag from the cigar and enjoying the soothing sensation it had. It made a nice distraction from the brusque man next to him, who somehow thought that he was all that young. Which was patently ridiculous, all told. "Well, I'm not exactly a new hand at this," he replied calmly.

He lifted the cigar away to take a sip from his drink, enjoying the cool rush of the mint. It seemed his current companion didn't agree though, but that was alright. Roman wasn't about to force his preferences on anything else. "I find it makes a nice test for a new establishment. Depending on how it goes, then I know the quality of the bartender." This place wasn't Juniors, but it would do. Hopefully the grunts were of better quality though.

Returning to his cigar, he watched with a sideways glance as Armstrong produced a businesscard before introducing himself. Roman was suitably impressed before he slid it away in a pocket for a later date. "Roman Torchwick, but I'm guessing you already knew that," he said, introducing himself in return. Going off of the reception he had gotten on his arrival, it wasn't an unreasonable assumption to make.

Following on the heels of that he nodded, relaxing comfortably now even as the discussion went on. "Yeah, I've heard of it. Fortunately it also makes the perfect target, once the right groundwork is in place." That was why his plan involved the Guild, though he wasn't about to immediately spring for them. He knew from experience that that was the best way to earn a disproportionate response that would end badly for everyone involved.

But there wasn't much time to go on as a metal fellow with a cape, looking like one of those Atlesian robots, approached them, speaking to Armstrong upon arrival. Well then, this was interesting wasn't this. "I'm just gonna go out on a limb and guess that the tin can is the General you were talking about," he asked Armstrong, which gesturing back at Grievous. This just kept getting more interesting and weird, didn't it?

@Mugin@Billsomething
Looking around, BWargreymon was unable to spot the human garbed in red in the immediate area. So he'd quite probably been blown up in the explosion of the lake. It seemed that the being hadn't been as strong an opponent as he'd hoped, and a mere temporary setback. Although perhaps the fight would have been more interesting had it occurred in an arena setting. But all this was moot now. The draconic warrior swooped down from the sky, landing next to a rather odd pair. What appeared to be a human child, floating on a cloud, accompanied by some strange anthropomorphic fox creature wearing clothes. Although the strange creature didn't appear to be a digimon. It was one among the many strange creatures that appeared to populate this location.

Turning to the pair, BWargreymon decided to opt on the small chance that they had seen something he hadn't. "There is a dangerous figure clad in red, with the capability for superhuman speed. He is accompanied by another dangerous figure with similar abilities clad in yellow. This pair forms a danger to the community, and if you have seen them, tell me." BWargreymon cut an imposing figure, and while he had no intention of threatening the two pedestrians, he fully utilized his height to tower over the two beings.