The sun blazed over a battlefield like a spotlight, showing off a war of epic proportions, or rather, its aftermath. Heroes and villains alike lain on the ground, dead or otherwise heavily wounded. Some struggled to escape to fight for another day, however. One man looked at the battlefield from atop a large quarry. A monstrous man dressed in a white cloak. His head was black and in the strange shape of a cross. His snarling face almost looked like a grin as he saw one person standing unbeaten: A red, pirate-like monster. The pirate monster chuckled as he looked to his fallen comrades.
“To obtain something, you must give something up.” He muttered. He heard the rustling of armor and turned around to see one person struggling, not to run, but to fight.
“Basco...” A blue samurai with orange-colored armor readied two swords, one which has its blade look similar to a slice of an orange, and the other a black and gold sword with what looked to be a gun melded to its hilt.
“So... You still stand, Gaim?” Basco readied his cutlass, though only resting the blade on his shoulder with his right hand.
“This... This is my stage now!” Gaim ran towards Basco, swords ready to slash. He shouted, combining his swords together to form a naginata. He pulled away a strange lock that had been split in two on his belt and placed it on the naginata.
“LOCK ON! 1... 10... 100... 1000! ORANGE CHARGE!” With that, Gaim’s blades glowed orange. He swung the orange part of the blade towards Basco once he was close to him. At the same time, Basco twisted his left hand and shot Gaim with a pistol that he had not previously seen. However, the shot was not enough to phase Gaim, who managed to land the slash on Basco. Basco shot a few more times before he, along with Gaim, exploded in a fiery blaze. As the smoke cleared, the two fighters fell to the ground, brought down to human forms. Both of the fighters breathed heavily, though Basco’s breathing slowed.
“So... that’s how it is... Heh.” Basco soon dissolved into a blood-red cloud of dust. Gaim looked up to the sky, onto the blazing sun. He raised his arm up, trying to grasp the sun with his hand, though he too succumbed to his wounds, his arm dropping to his side. The white-cloaked monster left the battlefield once everything was still and the only sound was the whistling of wind. However, on the other side of the quarry, another cloaked figure arrived. Though now the cloak was black. The figure slightly waved its hand as its eyes glowed a fierce blue light. On its eyes were not pupils, but rather two black x’s, one for each eye. As the glowing began, the dead and wounded also glowed blue, and they all faded away in a bright blue light. All that remained were their weapons, including the Naginata.
JOURNEY THROUGH THE MULTIVERSE: JUST LIVE MORE
The very same Naginata was now shown on a display case in a museum, rusted to a dark brown. A blond-haired girl in a blue uniform showed the weapon alongside a Feudal Japan style painting of the two warriors, though depicted more like humans than the armored rider and pirate monster respectively.
“Nobody knows what time period the battle took place in, or the means of how it happened. Researchers have concluded, however, that the battle took place roughly a century ago, as that’s when explorers found the ruins and artifacts of this historical battle. All that is known was that a devastating battle took place between two massive armies, but with no bodies to be found. Legends say that a god came over and undid the damage brought onto this island, raising everyone from the dead... But that’s just one legend... Any questions before we move to the next exhibit?” She asked an audience of tourists. A kid raised his hand. “Yes, the one in the striped shirt.”
“So... What you’re telling me is that all these superheroes came forth and fought each other?” The kid asked.
“Each other... No. They fought together against a major threat.” The tour guide said.
“Are you sure this is an actual battle and not some weird gimmick for a recreational museum that’s trying to be hip?” The kid asked again.
“What do you mean?” The tour guide asked.
“I mean, seriously? A battle where numerous heroes and villains fought to the death? Heroes and villains from pop-culture? You just got that guy from Man-At-Arms to recreate the weapons for you.” He said. That’s when a man gave a slight cough. The kid turned to see him. He was a man with a black fedora, short brown hair, and wore a black waist coat.
“Well, it’s like Santa Claus. Just like how it’s up to the person to decide if he’s real or fake, you can decide if this battle happened or not.” The man said with a grin. The kid frowned.
“Santa’s fake!?” The kid soon ran off in tears as his parents came to console him.
“Um... Anyways... we should move on. This museum is growing. Each day we’re discovering new things about the island that we can show to you people. Maybe we may build technology off of these things and better our society.” The tour guide said. She led away to another part of the room. “For instance, we had just recovered a giant mechanical falcon with missiles installed to its wingtips.” Her voice distanced. The hated man tried to walk forward, but his shirt was grabbed by a man in a blue shirt. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and had a stubble.
“And just who the hell do you think you are for making that kid cry?” The man asked him.
“The name’s Sawyer. Danny Sawyer. You?” He said with a smug grin.
“Okay, cut the snark! You don’t go around and break people like that!” The man said.
“He’s a heckler. I decided to heckle back. Problem?” Danny kept on with the grin.
“I...” Just then, the man’s phone rang. “Excuse me, I gotta check this.” He said, leaving. Danny soon skipped away from the exhibit to go to the tourists.
When the brown-haired man got into the next room, he took out a strange device that looked like a silver GPS.
“Yes?”
Outside of Earth was a large blue spacecraft with a large red square on the top that almost looked like an M. The spacecraft looked more like a giant disk than an actual spaceship.
Its crew operated inside the ship. Most of them wore black suits with green lines going down from their shoulders to their legs, save for one. Sitting in a large chair in the center of the main bridge was a man with short blue hair. He wore a red military uniform with a black sash, sharing the green lines that the other crew members had. He looked into the holographic screen of the brown-haired man.
“Agent Santos, confirm that you are on Museum Island.” The man said.
“Yeah. I’m on it, Shane.” Santos said.
“Santos! Remember that on the field, you refer to me as Captain Sparks.” Shane said.
“Yeah... Sorry bout that. So, what’s phase two?” Santos asked.
“Phase two goes as follows: we have received word that a group of men have come to speed up the process of the excavation of Museum Island. Prevent them from salvaging anything that could threaten the balance of the Multiverse. Do you copy?” Shane asked.
“Read you loud and clea-” Just then, alarms rang.
“Captain Sparks! Recon units have found the group of men!” One of the crewmates said. A holographic image of two people in white uniforms with silver linings getting off of an apache helicopter showed next to Santos. “There’s only the two, but our Multiform Recognizer had pinpointed their origin point as well as whom they belong to! They’re-”
“The merchants of death... Nicholas, today’s the day you prove your training. Be wary of confronting the group. Their reputation for researching monster-creating weapons is unmatched.” Shane told Nicholas.
“But... I don’t have a weapon to fight with!” Nicholas said.
“That is why I said to be wary. You’re not an overnight hero. I’ll be sending back up for you and inform them of the situation. For now, stay undercover.” Shane said.
“... Roger.” With that, Nicholas hung up. Shane looked at the screen and wondered if Zyguard would be willing to duke it out with Foundation X. He sent the signal for several Zyguard members’ GPS-like devices. On them had the following message: “Requesting backup on Museum Island.”
On the island, right at the site where the final battle took place, the white-cloaked monster oversaw the excavation progress, seeing many white tents and archaeologists working around the clock to unearth the treasures. He heard the sounds of the apache hovering arriving the island. Again he shared that same grin, snapping his fingers.
“Come my minions, rise for your master… Come for Museum Island...”
{OOC: So, basic set up: Factionless, post how you’re spending your day either at Museum Island or elsewhere if you want to be teleported to Museum Island. Zyguard, the same applies, but you’ll get a text from the Captain about the need for back-up. Dai-Black Cross Army, the master asks for your summons as well. The creators of other factions can decide either how to write the OP for the rest of the members for their faction or go with Factionless.}
“To obtain something, you must give something up.” He muttered. He heard the rustling of armor and turned around to see one person struggling, not to run, but to fight.
“Basco...” A blue samurai with orange-colored armor readied two swords, one which has its blade look similar to a slice of an orange, and the other a black and gold sword with what looked to be a gun melded to its hilt.
“So... You still stand, Gaim?” Basco readied his cutlass, though only resting the blade on his shoulder with his right hand.
“This... This is my stage now!” Gaim ran towards Basco, swords ready to slash. He shouted, combining his swords together to form a naginata. He pulled away a strange lock that had been split in two on his belt and placed it on the naginata.
“LOCK ON! 1... 10... 100... 1000! ORANGE CHARGE!” With that, Gaim’s blades glowed orange. He swung the orange part of the blade towards Basco once he was close to him. At the same time, Basco twisted his left hand and shot Gaim with a pistol that he had not previously seen. However, the shot was not enough to phase Gaim, who managed to land the slash on Basco. Basco shot a few more times before he, along with Gaim, exploded in a fiery blaze. As the smoke cleared, the two fighters fell to the ground, brought down to human forms. Both of the fighters breathed heavily, though Basco’s breathing slowed.
“So... that’s how it is... Heh.” Basco soon dissolved into a blood-red cloud of dust. Gaim looked up to the sky, onto the blazing sun. He raised his arm up, trying to grasp the sun with his hand, though he too succumbed to his wounds, his arm dropping to his side. The white-cloaked monster left the battlefield once everything was still and the only sound was the whistling of wind. However, on the other side of the quarry, another cloaked figure arrived. Though now the cloak was black. The figure slightly waved its hand as its eyes glowed a fierce blue light. On its eyes were not pupils, but rather two black x’s, one for each eye. As the glowing began, the dead and wounded also glowed blue, and they all faded away in a bright blue light. All that remained were their weapons, including the Naginata.
JOURNEY THROUGH THE MULTIVERSE: JUST LIVE MORE
The very same Naginata was now shown on a display case in a museum, rusted to a dark brown. A blond-haired girl in a blue uniform showed the weapon alongside a Feudal Japan style painting of the two warriors, though depicted more like humans than the armored rider and pirate monster respectively.
“Nobody knows what time period the battle took place in, or the means of how it happened. Researchers have concluded, however, that the battle took place roughly a century ago, as that’s when explorers found the ruins and artifacts of this historical battle. All that is known was that a devastating battle took place between two massive armies, but with no bodies to be found. Legends say that a god came over and undid the damage brought onto this island, raising everyone from the dead... But that’s just one legend... Any questions before we move to the next exhibit?” She asked an audience of tourists. A kid raised his hand. “Yes, the one in the striped shirt.”
“So... What you’re telling me is that all these superheroes came forth and fought each other?” The kid asked.
“Each other... No. They fought together against a major threat.” The tour guide said.
“Are you sure this is an actual battle and not some weird gimmick for a recreational museum that’s trying to be hip?” The kid asked again.
“What do you mean?” The tour guide asked.
“I mean, seriously? A battle where numerous heroes and villains fought to the death? Heroes and villains from pop-culture? You just got that guy from Man-At-Arms to recreate the weapons for you.” He said. That’s when a man gave a slight cough. The kid turned to see him. He was a man with a black fedora, short brown hair, and wore a black waist coat.
“Well, it’s like Santa Claus. Just like how it’s up to the person to decide if he’s real or fake, you can decide if this battle happened or not.” The man said with a grin. The kid frowned.
“Santa’s fake!?” The kid soon ran off in tears as his parents came to console him.
“Um... Anyways... we should move on. This museum is growing. Each day we’re discovering new things about the island that we can show to you people. Maybe we may build technology off of these things and better our society.” The tour guide said. She led away to another part of the room. “For instance, we had just recovered a giant mechanical falcon with missiles installed to its wingtips.” Her voice distanced. The hated man tried to walk forward, but his shirt was grabbed by a man in a blue shirt. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and had a stubble.
“And just who the hell do you think you are for making that kid cry?” The man asked him.
“The name’s Sawyer. Danny Sawyer. You?” He said with a smug grin.
“Okay, cut the snark! You don’t go around and break people like that!” The man said.
“He’s a heckler. I decided to heckle back. Problem?” Danny kept on with the grin.
“I...” Just then, the man’s phone rang. “Excuse me, I gotta check this.” He said, leaving. Danny soon skipped away from the exhibit to go to the tourists.
When the brown-haired man got into the next room, he took out a strange device that looked like a silver GPS.
“Yes?”
Outside of Earth was a large blue spacecraft with a large red square on the top that almost looked like an M. The spacecraft looked more like a giant disk than an actual spaceship.
Its crew operated inside the ship. Most of them wore black suits with green lines going down from their shoulders to their legs, save for one. Sitting in a large chair in the center of the main bridge was a man with short blue hair. He wore a red military uniform with a black sash, sharing the green lines that the other crew members had. He looked into the holographic screen of the brown-haired man.
“Agent Santos, confirm that you are on Museum Island.” The man said.
“Yeah. I’m on it, Shane.” Santos said.
“Santos! Remember that on the field, you refer to me as Captain Sparks.” Shane said.
“Yeah... Sorry bout that. So, what’s phase two?” Santos asked.
“Phase two goes as follows: we have received word that a group of men have come to speed up the process of the excavation of Museum Island. Prevent them from salvaging anything that could threaten the balance of the Multiverse. Do you copy?” Shane asked.
“Read you loud and clea-” Just then, alarms rang.
“Captain Sparks! Recon units have found the group of men!” One of the crewmates said. A holographic image of two people in white uniforms with silver linings getting off of an apache helicopter showed next to Santos. “There’s only the two, but our Multiform Recognizer had pinpointed their origin point as well as whom they belong to! They’re-”
“The merchants of death... Nicholas, today’s the day you prove your training. Be wary of confronting the group. Their reputation for researching monster-creating weapons is unmatched.” Shane told Nicholas.
“But... I don’t have a weapon to fight with!” Nicholas said.
“That is why I said to be wary. You’re not an overnight hero. I’ll be sending back up for you and inform them of the situation. For now, stay undercover.” Shane said.
“... Roger.” With that, Nicholas hung up. Shane looked at the screen and wondered if Zyguard would be willing to duke it out with Foundation X. He sent the signal for several Zyguard members’ GPS-like devices. On them had the following message: “Requesting backup on Museum Island.”
On the island, right at the site where the final battle took place, the white-cloaked monster oversaw the excavation progress, seeing many white tents and archaeologists working around the clock to unearth the treasures. He heard the sounds of the apache hovering arriving the island. Again he shared that same grin, snapping his fingers.
“Come my minions, rise for your master… Come for Museum Island...”
{OOC: So, basic set up: Factionless, post how you’re spending your day either at Museum Island or elsewhere if you want to be teleported to Museum Island. Zyguard, the same applies, but you’ll get a text from the Captain about the need for back-up. Dai-Black Cross Army, the master asks for your summons as well. The creators of other factions can decide either how to write the OP for the rest of the members for their faction or go with Factionless.}
