Kaga

Character Crossover Crisis City

“You don’t know that.” Vash refuted sternly. “He never killed a single one of us. And before you cut him down, he was helping us…!” Vash argued, starting to grow emotional as Archer’s casual way of speaking about what he did only served to enrage him further. “But, even if that wasn’t the case,” he continued, stopping himself from just defending Ghost Rider’s actions and instead approaching the true heart of the matter. “Even if he was a danger to us, why is it your responsibility to decide who lives and who dies? What gives you that right?” he asked, eyes narrowed intensely. “And if people were in danger, why was your first concern not helping those who could’ve gotten hurt? Getting them out of harm’s way?” He paused, and his eyes narrowed further. “Why was your first instinct to kill?”

My roommate: Let's call her "Henry"

Raxacoricofallapatorius said
OH MY GOSH I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO CARED ABOUT NILLA WAFER TOP HAT TIME

IT'S THE BEST TIME IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND.

Also Henry loves it, too.

Behind the Eight Ball (with ladyonyx04)

“Oh no… not again!!” The Eighth Doctor’s voice echoed through his TARDIS console room, the entire vessel shaking furiously as it made its way through a rather rough flight. Struggling to remain standing through all the turbulence, the Doctor worked away madly at the TARDIS controls, hitting countless levers and switches in an attempt to fix whatever problem was present. Strangely, though, the controls seemed completely unresponsive. “Come on, what’s wrong?” the Doctor asked his time machine, his voice half-frustration and half-concern as he banged his hand against the console. The TARDIS offered no helpful response, however, and with one final, strong jolt of motion and a shower of sparks from the console, the Doctor was thrown to the ground as the entire system seemed to shut down, with all the lights flickering off as everything went still.

“Have… have we landed?” the Time Lord spoke to an empty console room, eyes still adjusting to the relative darkness as he pulled himself up off the floor. “Where even are… …oh no.” he cut himself off as he came to his senses about the situation, rushing over to the now dark console and placing his hands on it. “Come on then, wake up.” he commanded, his eyes scanning the machine restlessly for any sign of activity or life. “Wake up.” he repeated himself, voice growing in concern. A few more seconds went by without any response, and the Doctor’s worrying peaked. “WAKE UP!” he yelled, pounding his fist on the console. A moment later, the quiet hum of life in the machine could be heard again as the lights flickered back on. He gave a loud sigh of relief. “Don’t scare me like that, girl…” he spoke to his TARDIS, running his fingers gently over the console. He took another deep breath before attempting to re-rail his train of thought from earlier. “Now then… where are we?” he asked aloud, turning on the TARDIS scanner. He couldn’t get any sort of image, though, as the screen was covered with static. His eyes narrowed, perplexed, and he realized that something still felt… off, about his dear TARDIS. Sure, thankfully she wasn’t dead, at least, but she still seemed somewhat… sick. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice full of genuine concern as his eyes scanned the console for any sign of a mechanical problem…

And while the Doctor was too concerned with his box to so much as poke his head outside to figure out where the two of them had landed, it turned out that the TARDIS at least hadn’t landed in some horrible tear in the fabric of space-time or anything — rather, it had safely landed in early 21st century Britain, the unmistakable wheezing sound signature to the Doctor’s TARDIS announcing its presence as the blue box materialized on a city street corner in London. …Well, alternate-universe London, anyway.

Behind the Eight Ball (with ladyonyx04)

Allons-y!

Character Crossover Crisis City

Vash is slightly uphill compared to Archer. This eliminates some of the height difference.

Character Crossover Crisis City

As much as Vash wanted to stick around and comfort Whitney, the alarms went off in his head as he noticed Archer sneaking away from the rest of the group, and he couldn’t even keep his eyes from widening noticeably in response. “Speaking of which,” he quietly added to his earlier remark, before hastily scurrying after the other man in red.

“Hey!” he called after Archer once he’d caught sight of him. “Where do you think you’re going?!” he asked semi-rhetorically as he quickened his step, hurrying up the trail so as to put himself in front of Archer. “And more importantly,” he continued, turning to face Archer as he stood in front of him on the trail. “What was all that about back in the cavern?” he questioned, tone starting to grow more serious as his eyes narrowed angrily. “That skeleton guy… you murdered him.” he seethed. “And he wasn’t even our enemy — he was our teammate. He was helping us. Hell, when he changed size and charged at that dragon he even helped save my life.” he growled. “So why… why did you kill him?!” he snapped, his sharp blue eyes locked onto Archer as he waited for some sort of explanation.

Welcome Back to the Guild

FINALLY POSTED! WOOHOO!

Welcome Back to the Guild

GM chased after the two roleplayers, his sights particularly set on Kole as the one roleplayer started to lag behind, though he stopped momentarily as Callum (and the cat at his ankles, too) turned around to face him. He stood there for only a moment, anger still burning in his eyes as he waited to hear what Callum would say. He flinched only slightly when the ice came, drawing his arm in front of his face to block the projectile, then shoving it aside as he was only pushed back a few inches, and suffered seemingly no damage. When his face became visible again, his glaring eyes locked onto the fearful roleplayers almost immediately, as he almost seemed to snarl angrily in their direction.

The chase resumed, this time with large, crumbling buildings toppling down on them all. GM, however, seemed to pay no mind. Still infuriated, still covered in slime, the entity remained focused only on those he was hunting. And as the falling buildings slowed his pursuit, his rage transformed him on the spot — as his humanoid body was instantly replaced by that of a massive black wolf, large enough to climb over the huge piles of debris as if they were fallen tree trunks in a forest, as the only features the creature seemed to have in common with its previous form were its burning violet eyes. Now hunting the trio as if they were mere mice, GM hurried over the fallen buildings and, with one swift motion of his paw, brought Kole to a halt as the monster’s claws pinned the boy to the ground. He lowered his snout, growling lowly as he brought his eyes closer to Kole’s head. Just a few minutes ago, he would’ve had all kinds of fun with that head, gleefully making the tiniest adjustments so as to induce insanity, but GM’s temper had pushed him far beyond his normal bounds of playful terrorization. He wasn’t just summoning beasts anymore — he had become the beast. In an instant, his powerful jaws locked onto Kole and tore the body in half. After spitting out the chunk of flesh onto the ground distastefully, GM’s eyes scanned the area for Callum.

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“Our village is right here.” the leader of the huntresses answered as they all stopped walking, though evidently there was still nothing but jungle surrounding them in all directions — no sign of civilization in sight.

“Sick village.” Muse spoke up, his head slowly nodding in approval. “Love the minimalism.” he added honestly, not the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice as it was clear his thinking was still rather clouded.

“Not on the surface.” the leader clarified. “Below.” she told them, before approaching a clump of branches and vines on the ground that, upon closer inspection, didn’t look like they’d grown there naturally. Moving the foliage aside revealed a hidden tunnel with icy blue lights visible further in. However, the entrance wasn’t very wide. The woman turned towards the two girls. “Your guide, Muse. You said he could change form.” she spoke to clarify. “I think he will need to become smaller.” she told them, eyes drifting in his direction.

“Mmmmmmmkaykay~” Muse hummed, seemingly having no objections to the idea as he inched a bit closer to the girls. He started to transform, though the process wasn’t quite as instantaneous as it normally was. While everything normally happened in the blink of an eye, this change came slower, as all the onlookers could see quite a few more details than normal as they watched him shrink down and saw most of his limbs recede into his body. His usual clothing materialized around him as his body took on more of a humanoid shape, and at about that same moment, some sort of switch seemed to go off in Muse’s head, as he fainted mid-transformation and collapsed onto Rae, all while his body remained covered in scaly skin and a thick lizard tail hung behind him. After all, he was only able to fend off the poison so well in the first place because of his size… Shrinking down made the effect significantly stronger, leaving him completely unconscious.

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While all this was happening, a small jungle creature appeared around the bend of a tree branch, watching the group from a short distance away. A peculiar form, the tiny creature seemed to resemble a mouse, though it was an even smaller size than one would expect from such a rodent. And on its back, a pair of blue, butterfly-like wings lay spread out. Watching the events unfold, the creature’s eyes soon locked onto Books. Leaping from the tree branch where it rested previously, the creature took to the skies as it fluttered towards them, seemingly making a conscious effort to stay out of people’s view as it silently landed on Books’ back, its tiny claws hooking into the fabric so gently that they wouldn’t even touch the girl’s skin — its body so light that hardly any weight at all could be perceived.

My roommate: Let's call her "Henry"

"I used to gargle soda", she says.

My roommate: Let's call her "Henry"

Darog the Badger God said
Sonic Screwdriver Pssssaaaaaahhhhhwwwww.If I was a time lord, I'd have a Sonic-Swiss Army Knife.

With all its capabilities I'd say the sonic screwdriver pretty much already is a Swiss army knife.