Dead Cruiser

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

_{"When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth."
-Anatomy}

Two years had gone by. Two summers, two winters. Two years worth of rain, sunshine, sunrises, and sunsets. Two years without Julian, without the Renegades, and the world didn't even notice. Edge Towers stood through it all, nearly empty, a monument to the casual, barbaric indifference of the planet Earth. Stone, stoic, sterile, at least from the outside. Within, beyond the notice of Eilidh, the towers' nominal caretaker, memories and emotion boiled and seethed in the empty rooms and dusty halls. While Eilidh was the Renegades' last trace, their remnant, this building was something else. A haunted house. A reminder. A legacy.

Dandelion sensed visitors. Their voices vibrated through the walls and floors, and the smell of their sweat and cloying chemical unguents wafted through the ventilation ducts. Eilidh's presence was normal, her behavior patterns were predictable, based on routine, easy to avoid. There were three new people. Two familiar, one not. Nor were these strangers the usual sort of doorknockers; proselytizers, repairmen, trick-or-treaters... On odd occasions someone from LexCorp or the Justice League would drop by, but these were not them either. A chord of fear ran through Dandelion's spiderweb of flesh at the unexplained presence of these strangers. Any inexplicable visitor could be someone from S.T.A.R. Labs, having seen through Dandelion's ruse and been sent to collect them. This was almost certainly not the case, but Dandelion only survived this long by being careful.

Feeling inquisitive and territorial, Dandelion pressed their senses to where the gathering was drawing together. Voices echoed off the towers' walls and ceilings, and Dandelion listened. The vents, sprinklers, and other unseen orifices into the building's superstructure were all akin to eyes and tongues to Dandelion, observing unseen, as they had done for the last two years. This tower had become their body; its titanium girders were their bones, and its glass exterior Dandelion's skin. So spread out they were through every gap and seam and functional system of the building, that even psychic Eilidh had spent the last two years ignorant of their presence. The Dandelion she had known was a concentrated being, with a mind like a swarm of buzzing insects. Now, metastasized through such a massive space, their presence was much more diffuse, below notice. A barely-perceptible hum, like white noise.

Dandelion had not felt the need to speak or reach out to her at all in this time. What was there to say? Their earlier attempts at psychic contact had borne no fruit, and their friends, the second family Dandelion had ever known, had abandoned them. Sometimes, in the first year, when someone had tried to put another team in the tower, Dandelion had emerged at night to observe her as she slept, wondering if the secret to curing Dandelion's loneliness was still locked in her dreaming mind. But failure eventually gave way to bitterness, and Dandelion wondered if there was any point to connecting with human beings at all.

Still, Dandelion's curiosity remained, even if it was tempered by caution. For now, they made no move. Like a patient hunter, they watched, waited. The door was open, the shades were drawn, the halls were empty. Dandelion was hungry.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

If no one has any further thoughts or objections I guess I'll just move forward with Dandyposting later today.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

In all seriousness I would love to bring Dandy back.

My thoughts on the timeskip for them are vague at the moment, I'd like to hear what you all think. In general I think Dandy's attachment to Julian would put them in a very rough spot while he's in a coma. They've probably gotten better at hiding among humans, but become more cynical and less interested in integrating with society on Earth.

Also, I think they've been living in the walls of the Tower this whole time.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Beyond Nirvana - The God Eater Calamity

After being bisected, the twin worms making up zero wheeled about, preparing to strike on Hachiman again. Perhaps by splitting down their strength, they could find how many individual assailants it took to get past Hachiman's technique. The other worm was pondering turning into a swarm of biting flies, when Hachiman unleashed his true power, and the two burrowed underground out of reflex.

Deep within the corrupted Earth, beneath the notice of the mighty combatants above, Zero returned to waiting and observing. By monitoring the tremors in the ground from their divine steps, the alien demigod was capable of analyzing their body densities and compositions. They were drawing a clearer picture of their allies and enemy alike. However, Hachiman's head was struck off before Zero could learn all they liked. They surged up out of the ground directly beneath where the god's corpse had been, hoping to ingest his corpse, but finding only scant particles in the air.

Zero resumed their humanoid form, like a sculpture melting and unmelting, and inspected the crystalline remains of the god they had slain. While Evolution Zero scanned it with every sense their biology and psionics could conjure, their fingertips microscopically scraped and sampled its surface.

Beyond Nirvana - The God Eater Calamity

Upon arriving in the corrupted universe, Evolution Zero had little interest in the array of weapons and other implements scattered about. While they could wield any weapon with flawless precision and unnatural strength, alien, metal implements such as these were not their forte. The potion, however, was curious, and Zero snagged a sample of it, stashing the bottle within their plastic biomass.

Zero marveled at the ruined world outside. It was strange, to be in any world, and this out of all of them. Zero's lungs picked up radioactive and carcinogenic particulates, and filtered them out, adapting against the atmospheric pollutants. However, as soon as their foe appeared, Zero's reflexes set off into overdrive. They assumed a chameleon-like dermis, blending in with the dingy, wrecked world around them. Zero then developed additional eyes and other sensory organs, not only to track Hachiman, but to measure the abilities of their comrades.

Only when a weakness had been revealed did Zero take their chance to strike. They dropped their camouflage, and their mass swelled unnaturally as they took on a new, more combat-ready skin. The chimeric form their rippling, metallic flesh eventually settled into was a huge, silver serpent the size of a double-bus. They had an eyeless, tapered, alien head which split into a mouth that opened like a flower of many muscular jaws lined with venom-tipped fangs. With speed like a train leaving station they surged toward Hachiman, roaring with the hunger of a billion worlds stripped to the bone.

The new recruits of S.W.O.R.D.

This could be cool. What sort of characters are you looking for, like secret agents, or superheroes?

Beyond Nirvana - The God Eater Calamity

Zero listened to Amaterasu and Mitsuko explain their mission, but knew much of this information already. Information shared between the gods when they convened earlier had already been known to Genesis, and therefore it was known to Zero. That said, they had little idea what the act of battling, overthrowing, or killing a god would demand of any of them. They only knew what Genesis ever knew, and Genesis had never killed a god, or even encountered a being comparable to one until they breached the multiverse. The task was daunting, and largely unknown, but Zero did not balk at it. This was the mission they had been born for; if they did their best and that was not enough, then so be it.

Even so, as the others made final preparations, Zero similarly took stock of the advantages currently posed to it. A dead world, bereft of life besides the mad gods, sounded like a rather dull place to Zero, and they knew that their ability to mimic and disguise themselves would be of no benefit. With their subtle option irrelevant, they considered their unsubtle options. These were far more numerous, a veritable cosmic library of genetic combinations, form and function flowing together in perfect sync. A million shapes from a million worlds, ripe for the choosing. Zero hoped that even one would suffice.

Then, for the sake of backup, they sent an inter-dimensional telepathic pulse back to Genesis. More than their typical "handshake" psychic communion that was performed at regular intervals, it carried a request. Red Heralds, Zero wanted access to as many as Genesis could spare. Genesis could spare very, very many.

"I'm ready. Let us commence."

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@Khandov Maybe? If you wanted to start your own RP with a similar concept, I couldn't say no to that.

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Actually think I will call this one closed, unfortunately I had a lot of additional responsibility dumped on me right after this starting getting up off the ground, and I clearly don't have the energy to do this justice. Thanks, all, for your time, and I'll be in touch.