Doom was angered by what this fool had done. " you dare lay a hand in me and mock my power!" Doom said. "Remove this disgraceful a things from my clothing or I will make you regret meeting Doctor Doom." He held out his hands mystical energy and the other of electrical energy forming.

Deus turns slowly, and smiles, as the music changed. A reflective of Deus' thoughts, the music was a tool for his amusement. Complete control of the mood and theme, easier and more effective than psychic powers. Deus loved music.

"You want to kill me? What a hero!' Deus smiles, as he stands on one leg, and tips his hat sideways. And then there were twenty of Deus, surrounding Doom. "I think you get the meeeeeeessaaaaaaaaaage!" Deus smiled, as screams filled the air, souls flowing into his palm, which he slowly held upwards, as it formed into a single glowing crystal. "Say, Doom, when Thor beat your ass into the ground, how much did it hurt?" Chuckling, Deus does a little Jigg, the many Deus's dancing in circles around Doom, as he's covered in cotton candy and MLP fan art.

Beatrice could tell that their group was getting bigger and bigger, even more weirder and weirder. It only gets better and better as well. "What some company that we have to be burdened with. If it wasn't for that stupid "game," we'll be doing much more progress without these people around," Lucifer growled at the hectic scene, thinking that being grouped out with everyone was a waste of time. "How about everybody shuts up! It's not like any of you would be worthy enough to work alongside Lady Beatrice!" Lucifer exclaims in frustration, unwilling to cooperate with this group of people. Beatrice didn't dare say anything, knowing that Lucifer would work herself up just to show her superior pride for being Beatrice's eldest Furniture.

"I wish my mistress safety, if she depends on Meiling, it is all over.", Sakuya said. She looked at the group standing in her front. It was a big number of persons, all seemingly from other worlds as well. It came to her conclusion: this challenge, 1 year to end this game, it wasn't only for her. Sakuya saw herself at a big trouble if she was to walk alone in the entire year. I have my doubts, but it seems I have no choice. If I stand alone, this year will be useless..., she thought.

After tightening the straps on her pack and rifle, Autumn pulled the jawbone out of its protective bag, gripping it tightly. The ten rows of ten battlemages with her did the same with varying looks of fear on their faces. It always amazed her that a single bone held enough power to protect them on their wild plunge through the atmosphere. The shield ahead of them that held the atmosphere inside of the ship turned translucent with a muted sizzle. After a silent count of three they began to run forward, hurling themselves out into open space.

Sound stopped and the formation fell towards the operation area below them. Autumn threw a shield out before hitting the atmosphere, feeling the jolt of the deceleration. The formation had spread out, making it harder for the defenders below to intercept them. Almost on cue the missiles started, hurtling upwards to meet them. The sky became a battlefield as streaks of fire met the missiles, detonating them before they could reach the battlemage formation.

The fire became more dense as they neared the ground and entered the range of the shorter range weapons. A nearby mages shield died and he took a piece of shrapnel in the chest. She edged close enough to the falling body to be able to use it for magic. As the power entered usable range she let out a starburst of fire that cleared the sky of projectiles. After another brief period of freefall she hit the ground without slowing, throwing up a fountain of dirt. The body of the luckless mage and the jawbone dissolved into piles of useless dust and her own shield failed.

She burst out of the crater in the direction of the objective. There'd been enough defenders killed in her fall to fuel a thermal lance that killed the tank ahead of her. Pausing to take a breath, she looked up at the sky to see a massive explosion that could have only been their ship, the Lucifers Mistress. Before the shock of that could reach her the bolt of light that had pierced the ship reached her and the world disappeared.

Autumn fell through a gate, hitting the ground with a roll and came up with her assault rifle shouldered. After a moment she lowered it.

"What in the hells?"

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Hazama replied to Cerebella "I think ill be fine, I'm Hazama from the Novus Orbis Librarium Intelligence Department, I think my rank was, Captain." He continued to look around to see what kind of people were here. Upon hearing the Gamemakers explanation he said "So im now part of a game, am i? Well I did want entertainment." He mumbled the last part to himself. After seeing the figure appear he got an idea, He moved closer to Toby and wispered so that only Toby could hear him. "Hey, ten dollars if you see what it wants, ten more dollars if you try to kill it afterwards."

Toby saw as Hazama moved closer to him and said something quietly, that only he would be able to hear. He smiled, Twenty bucks for killing something?! He usually done that for free because it was fun! "...Sure, i can do that." he said with a grin, Toby's head twitched and made that loud crack noise again, it was a common thing for him but it would probably disturb a few of the newcomers here.

Yang heard Lucifer.

"So what is your problem with us huh?" She said her eyes flashing red. "I have done nothing to insult your Lady Beatrice." She said seriously then made a polite bow to the Witch out of respect."May I ask you what her problem is..?

"Please excuse my Furniture, Lucifer. She is supposed to be the personification of Pride. She tends to get all worked up to save her reputation," Beatrice sighed with a playful "sing-song" voice towards Yang, but she will admit, Lucifer was very arrogant for the demon she was. "But you let me stay out of rest of my sisters!" Lucifer whined and stomped her feet, not wanting to feel like an useless pawn.

Yang listened to Beatrice. "Alright she is excused." her eyes showed a glint of amusement. "With that attitude she reminds me of my little sister.." She said.

Dom sighed and asked "go Bother someone else!" He looked over at Beatrice and Lucifer chuckling. "I am Victor Von Doom. I battled Gods, traveled through time, took on osmic beings, and defeated the sorceress Morgan Le Fay. I am more worthy to be in the presence of this Beatrice...." He looked at her and said "Now can we please stop playing around and start this game."

"Someones eager to die.." Yang mumbled.

"You should be more careful with your words...", Sakuya said. She approached them, and looked directly at Dr. Doom. "You should not glorify yourself just by all of those things. Some people here did the same thing as you did. And... do not refer to her as a simpleton. If you are unaware, the magic that Lady Beatrice possess is more powerful than what you think.", she said. Her tone was serious, not that Sakuya was on Beatrice's side, but the magical aura of the Witch was tremendous. The maid continued to look at Dr. Doom, waiting a response.

Autumn walked over to the group, mostly comfortable in the fact that none of them were immediately dangerous. Her rifle hung on it's single point harness as she reached into the side pocket on her bag and removed a chocolate bar.

Cerebella groaned. "Let's follow the stupid shilouette, then. Maybe it'll know where the Gamemaker is." She called out, sighing. "She looks familiar, though. I swear I seen her at the Cirque de Cartes before." She muttered, smiling.

"I agree. We've wasted precious time by arguing amongst ourselves," Beatrice sighed as she began to walk towards Cerebella. "H-hey! Wait for me Lady Beatrice!" Lucifer noticed that her master was moving, and quickly caught up with her.

Yang shrugged and followed after everyone towards Cerebella.

Ingace followed them reading through his Imperial Infantryman's manual as he walked.

Victor looked at Sakuya "My magic was self taught. I am below that of the greatest sorcerer in my world....dont think I cant take you on my dear." He followed them and wondered what would await him. Out of everyone here this Lady Beatrice interested him the most

"And with that, I will respect you at the same caliber.", she said. Sakuya kept following them, since there was no one else for her to follow.

It was hard keeping a straight face. Victor von Doom, puffing his chest out as a legendary force of evil, while covered in enough ponies to host a surprisingly popular cartoon. He failed, of course, bursting out laughing at 'I have defeated Gods and fought cosmic beings', rolling over the floor with mirth. He simply could not take the good doctor seriously, all his usual fearful aura replaced with ridicule. Galactus himself could have walked in, and he would have dropped down laughing, Deus was sure. For good measure, Deus made large fluffy rabbit ears grow from Doom's hood, and a rainbow background that seemed to follow him around. A masterwork completed. In fact, right now, Victor's most powerful weapon was most likely the fact that no hero would take him seriously.
After recovering from his mirth, Deus stood up once more. Lady Beatrice was indeed one to be watched. Any witch capable of shifting around entire universes was one to be watched, and Bob would not like to get on her bad side. Doom had no clue what he was getting himself into. However, the conflict would be amusing, if brief. Deus estimated that of this little gathering, Beatrice was at the top of the food chain, with Victor and himself vying for second place. So long as Deus could piss Doom off, he was sure he'd have the upper hand. The man was filled with delicious hate, dreams, and a genius mind. A six-course meal that would nourish him in any conflict, Deus was sure. But he knew less about the other members of the party, and couldn't rightly estimate them.
"What? Walk after the shadow?" Deus stared around the group in dismay. Were they really so simple and straightforward, so as to follow the first mysterious appearance they saw? Was that truly the extent of their creative spirit? "It's OBVIOUSLY what we're supposed to do! If we're going to follow the rules of the game, then how will we ever get anything done whatsoever?" Sighin, Bob clapped his hands, as the air shimmered, and a palace formed into existence around them. In one corner, a perfect replica of the Gameboard, in another, the armored walls of an Imperium bunker. A massive holographic pie floated in the centre of the mysterious hideout, constructed from memories and thoughts of the odd accompaniment. In fact, that projector looked a lot like the one used by the Fantastic Four. "Welcome to the Pie Hole! I know, I'm great at naming things. If we simply folllow a shadow, we'll get where we're supposed to go, which isn't where we WANT to go by far. No no no, that would be too simple. Instead, I propose we do research. Search one another's thoughts for clues as to why we're here. We were quite obviously chosen for this."