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Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Reaction: Cyrus @Randomness.

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Sadly, getting both Techadons was a pipe dream; due to their sheer size, and the concentrated nature of the Flamethrower, it only managed to strike the one closer to Cyrus, the one that had attempted to strike him before a well-timed Protect had secured him. Still, it didn't mean this wasn't successful. Far from it.

As the top-end of the Wardrone was engulfed in intense flames, it tried to push back with the one arm it could raise in time, and indeed the Galactic Boss could see the figure slowly pushing through the inferno. However, the closer it got to the source of heat, the worse it became. While there wasn't external damage growing beyond soft burn marks, the internal effects did not go unnoticed by the machine. The metal menace lacked anything of a cooling system, and was getting cooked from the inside, its thick outer armor only serving to make this effect worse. It was all this Techadon could do, in its final moments of activity, to wrench off one of its arms, chucking it off to the wayside; one could see steam and a slight ooze of molten metals coming from the removed limb, but even still, it was reforming into a new one. Slower than the rest, but it would manage.

This sacrifice would cost the original everything, as scorching heat now sweltered unfettered through its internal circuitry. Once the attack finally ended, the fairly charred metal-clad monstrosity, looking surprisingly unscathed on the outside....Clunked harshly to the ground, the first of the Techadons properly ended, the vital internal workings cooked beyond repairs.

The other one, the spared progeny of the cooked scrap-heap on the ground, had barely managed to reform to about half its mass; the legs and left arm were fully intact, as were its head, but most of its chest and the entirety of its second arm were naught but dense forests of huge metal wires and coils, incomprehensible messes of machinery. Still, it rose to its newfound feet and stared toward Cyrus and his hound. They had chosen a new method of assault.

Its one proper arm began to shift, and where its lower arm had been now had some sort of cannon design; four barrels, each one oversized enough to make most weary of the payload it would be delivering. It aimed, and after a brief period of whirring, as the whole lower arm began to rotate at high speeds, a hailstorm of laser blasts began to pelt the area near Cyrus. Each blast on their own were not powerful, but the Techadon had done the calculations; an attack like this was far more likely to succeed against the canine's defense tactic.

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Reaction: Horus @Dead Cruiser.

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As the full might of the Warmaster barreled into this Techadon, Horus could find himself surprised; while it was true their reaction speeds, as well as speed in general, were fairly poor, their strength held up in spades. The shoulder bash served to stagger the machine, where it would send most targets sprawled across the land. Still, it was all he would need as he brought the vicious, lightning-lapped Talon into the steel machination.

However, things didn't go quite so smoothly. The Techadon had recouperated from the frontal charge enough to maneuver itself. Not much, but enough. A dense arm caught the brunt of the force, pushing the weapon off course just enough; inches away from what would be its head. Still, crackling with energy, it tore past the notable defenses of the drone, rending its arm and cleaving down the length of its chest, leaving a half-ruined mech lying in the grass. The fact that each time one of these so-called 'Techadons' had their core processing, their heads, threatened and reacted with the upmost of their strength, speed, and durability, would not be lost on a man like Horus. They were purposefully guarding it.

The small fragments of its arm that had been struck off and lie on the ground seemed unable to reform themselves, though the exact reason behind it was questionable at best. However, the lower and upper halves of what had, moments ago, been a whole Wardrone, began to form into seperate selves; two of these vile, ad nauseum repeating weapons-bots were now the adversaries of Horus...

When they reformed, they stood and stared for a moment, and the Favored Son would recognize that they seemed to be observing...And soon, they adapted. He witnessed as right in front of his eyes, the armor of these Techadons began to bulk out, becoming eerily familiar to his own, and with opposite arms raised, another recognizable sight began to take shape; nanomachines swarmed around an arm of each of these machines, forming a weapon not so dissimilar to the Talon of Horus itself. As their new tools began to fixate properly and crackle with power, the newly formed duo rushed toward the Wolf of Luna, each looking to flank into him and tear with their shocking adaptation of technology.

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Reaction: Shadow Moth @TruthHurts22, Poison Ivy @Crimson Flame, Horus @Dead Cruiser, Cyrus @Randomness

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The lumbering automaton was powerfully built, and fairly durable, but quick it was not. By the time it had looked up to see the pirouetting Shadow Moth go overhead, its arm already fell hard to the ground beneath it. It whipped around to face the assailant...Just in time to drop to the floor, both legs falling limp on the earth. However, it finally seemed to regain its standing in the battle; at the last moment, it interposed its remaining arm between its head and the razor-sharp blade meant to sever the connection, as it barely wedged halfway through the heavy-duty armoring on the Techadon this time around.

More concerningly, something became clear to all of them that this move was a dreadful mistake. The whirring noise of hastily-reconstructed machinery pointed itself to the newly found stumps on the robot, already forming fully-functional legs, alongside a new arm, in mere seconds....Not to mention that the dismembered parts made prior had also begun to construct full Techadon bodies of their own, as it became clear the 'obvious weak points' had been nothing more than bait to create more Wardrones.

With one having quickly become four, the Techadons began to push their advantage. One turned towards the towering figure of Horus, and as its shoulders began to morph, a set of missile launchers emerged, and it did not hesitate to launch both full salvos of explosives towards him. Two more looked towards some of the onlookers; Poison Ivy and Cyrus. With a single glance exchanging all the information the two machines needed, they both raised their palms outward and fired familiar bright blue beams of dangerous energy towards the two of them.

Lastly, this Techadon now had Shadow Moth in a precarious position; unable to retreat just yet, due to the staff's blade end being firmly trapped in the forearm of the drone, it rose up to its full height once more, and raising its free arm, brought it down upon the Miraculous user, fully intending to cave him into the ground.

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location: Paradox Engine, Simulated Universe #1 (Open Fields, Current Simulation:...?)

Mentions: Bonesaw @Lewascan2, Cyrus @Randomness, Shadow Moth @TruthHurts22, Poison Ivy @Crimson Flame, Horus @Dead Cruiser, Ganondorf @ActRaiserTheReturned

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Driscoll found, to his silent shock, that he had to cast his gaze towards the skies to see the latest arrival face-to-face. A true tower of a man, clad in bulkish, unwieldly-looking armor as he placed the head of his giant mace to the verdant ground beneath. A show of peace....If not also a quiet threat.

However, the Forever King found himself even more taken aback as he spoke a piece of Latin. Unexpected. 'Hail the Emperor, mm? Intriguing...' He mused to himself mentally as the beast of a man continued, claiming himself to be a Warmaster of the Imperium of Mankind. Yet again, more empty words, though the context behind them brought a small smile to Driscoll's face. Perhaps this individual's ideals were not so far off from the Forever Knights themselves...

The conversation was continued as the dapperly-dressed man spoke up once more, addressing Driscoll. He spoke of his concerns, and a lack of trust, before he began to mutter to himself once more. A man more used to solitude, if the King was to hazard a guess. Once would have been nothing, but twice is a pattern...Still, the man, who he could now refer to by a name, rounded back to the conversation and spoke of finding civilization.

"Mm...On that we agree, Shadow Moth. Trust is a harshly-earned commodity in any world. As for my openness, well..." Through the mere tone of his voice following this, you could feel the smug smile behind his helmet. "A true ruler has nothing to hide." Another show of authority from the Forever King, parading what some might see as vulnerability as mere grandstanding. Still, he nodded dutifully to the last remark of his new secretive acquaintance. "That sounds wise. Granted, this land seems devoid of much else than the grass beneath our feet. Something of this feels...Unnatural."

The gaunt-looking fellow finally spoke up, seeming to signal his attack dog off. Good. His talk of Team Galactic left Driscoll continually more perplexed. If there was another group even half as large as the Forever Knights, Driscoll would have known of them. And yet...Nothing. Between that and the Imperium of Mankind, another strange pattern began to reveal itself. Nothing between these individuals seemed to match the other. Stranger and stranger still....

"Well met, Cyrus. It is true; I have never heard tell of such an organization. Most peculiar..." Beneath the visor, however, Cyrus' claim of something he would not understand irked him, though perhaps irrationally so. Was this man suggesting something of his intellect? Or was it another case of that strange pattern, such as the both of them being unfamiliar with the other's team? In the end, he decided not to press it; this was not the situation to make enemies. Not yet. "...I will take your word on that. You possess quite lofty goals, I must say. My respect." He gave a curt nod to him, in truth finding them to be as he said. Not entirely dissimilar to Driscoll's intentions, though he suspects for much different reasons. Perhaps a middle ground could be met...

It was then that, finally, the Forever King's attention was taken back to the odd child who regarded the group, most particularly Shadow Moth, and spoke of what might have brought her here before briefly turning her attention to Driscoll himself with a smile and a wave. Something about her eyes, though...He had seen many a battle against innumerous beasts, extraterrestrials and otherwise monstrosities, and her eyes....Held a certain predatory quality to them. Disconcerting, to be certain...

His mind was taken away from this when the young one's gaze was taken away to some other individuals; both ginger, though vastly different beyond that regard. She spoke to the swarthy-looking one with the blade, reprimanding him for...Swearing? Truth be told, Driscoll couldn't repress a small, but honest, laugh. How amusing. "Yes. Can't you see we have a young lady in our midst? It would serve you well to remember your manners." At first, it seemed like Driscoll was merely humoring the little girl, but this too was a sneaky plot to leadership, effectively telling this newcomer that he ought to know his place, without outwardly doing so.

The moment snapped back to Bonesaw once she had finished greeting the new arrival, Horus, and spoke once more to Shadow Moth, though her words did not bring laughter to the aged knight this time. Something of how she spoke so casually of something called a 'berserk mode' played into what he had seen of her gaze before. Yes, this child was more than meets the eye. Interesting...If not concerning.

Then she finally got around to her introduction; little Riley Grace Davis, otherwise known as...Bonesaw of the Slaughterhouse Nine? Questions bubbled to the foremost part of the Forever King's mind, but something told him he likely wouldn't appreciate any answer he could receive. But, at the least, he could appreciate her manners.

"You are quite the polite girl, young Riley. Your parents ought to be proud. Certainly better manners than an unruly teenager I know..." His last sentence held a vicious edge to it, clearly bitter just thinking about whoever he may be referring to. "Well then, beyond those two, Driscoll gave a brief wave of his hand to the two redheads, practically dismissing them already. "we are now more knowledgeable than we were prior, and that is worth something. I...Am loathe to admit it, due to the scarce prospects of such an idea, but it seems sir Shadow Moth's idea would be for the best."

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Simulation Proceeding: Test variant 1T, Techadon Invasion. Calculating odds of universe survival....01.38%. Disconnected from the clamoring of those wicked few, something was brought back online after so many years of inactivity. Or had it only been seconds? In the Paradox Engine, such concepts as time meant precious little, even less so to the intelligence tasked with running the myriad simulations across the Testing Grounds.

....Unlikely scenario detected. Multiple Class-A Villains present in universe. Recalculating Simulation. Universe survival now stands at....

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Driscoll barely had the time to recognize what was approaching in spite of the clear skies. Out of seemingly nowhere, he bore witness to two objects hurtling down towards the surface of the plains at incredible speeds, gathering heat and force by the second. Instinct took over; not that of the Knights, but of the Plumbers. "GET DOWN!" Hastily, the King unceremoniously scooped up young Riley and dove, barely getting the both of them away in time as the crash sent them, as well as most of the others, sailing briefly across the grassy lands. As soon as he recovered, he took quick account of her condition, and seeing her fine, gently placed her back on solid ground. She may be more than meets the eye, and not in a pleasant sense, but in Driscoll's eyes, she was still a human child; something worth protecting...Beyond the fact that he had the sense he'd soon need as many allies as possible.

As the other object still took time to catch up, out of the smoldering crater of the first crash, from smoke and flames, something rose...

Techadon Invader

A titan of metal, standing nearly eye-to-eye with the Forever King, the heartstopping arrival seemed to gaze at all the individuals surrounding it, taking them in...And without warning, it reached its hand towards Driscoll as a blast of searingly bright blue energy launched towards him. He only just found the time to defend himself, forming something akin to a kite shield made of energy, though it still managed to push him back a few feet as he scoffed. Only the young one was close enough to hear him speak up next. "This just keeps becoming more complicated...Techadons."

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

@Martian

Looks good here Martian! You can throw Tai and Agumon up in Characters and see about posting when you can. :)

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

@Dead Cruiser

I can't claim to know very much of 40K, though what I do know of it concerns me here...Not to mention that your powers section there was incredibly vague, basically just saying he's strong, tough, smart, charismatic, and has some kinda super-tesla-gun claw and a bigass maul. If you could get a little more in-depth here, it'd be appreciated.

Once my concerns here are met, I'll be accepting him, most likely. But keeping a close eye...

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location: Paradox Engine, Simulated Universe #1 (Open Fields, Current Simulation: Unknown)

Mentions: Bonesaw @Lewascan2, Cyrus @Randomness, and Shadow Moth @TruthHurts22

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The knightly figure rose to his full stature now, as more and more strange individual began to emerge; 10 feet of steel-clad regality towered above the more modestly sized strangers, glancing around at the new arrivals as a brief wind billowed through his cape. No doubt that Bonesaw would be interested in a new development she could only have noticed now; while the suit did indeed appear quite airtight, prior to his arrival, something must have happened. The helm of his suit, while still mostly in acceptable condition, looked a bit seared, and more notably, the visor of it seemed irrevocably cracked open.

Driscoll only took notice of it when his feed of vision outside of the Forever King began to suffer, static clinging to the sides and his gaze obscured by the nasty crack across the length of his sight. He could only scoff. Tennyson would pay for that indignation...If indeed the teen hero still lived. He had a vile sense in his stomach that that was the case; that boy was not so easy to dispose of...

On-board systems were down as well. No predictive AI or the like...Aggravating. Trying to take his attention off of this, he glanced from person to person, though his gaze notably hovered over the beast next to the gaunt individual's side. Another alien? It was unlike any Driscoll had ever seen, but that didn't mean much in a galaxy full of savages...

Still, even beyond that, it was a strange bunch. Seemingly some form of child, whom he could only guess couldn't be any older than 14, though oddly enough he managed to catch her some form of surgical supplies. A doctor, at her age? Peculiar...And perhaps concerning, but this situation was already concerning enough. The man with the fiendish-looking hound had a surprisingly calm composure in spite of the situation at hand, which Driscoll accounted to the same reason he did not panic; a man of leadership, used to grasping even the most chaotic situations by the reins and pulling them in.

Trying to lead a madman like Doctor Animo teaches you something of that.

Lastly, though, was another man who also had the confidence to speak up; respectable, even if his choice of ware was...Questionable. He was certainly extravagant, if nothing else. Though, Driscoll had not missed out on the man's brief outburst at his situation. He couldn't claim to understand much of anything that was said, but he was sharp enough to put two and two together. It seemed this man, at the very least, had some....Shared problems with those who did not know their place. That was enough for Driscoll to address him first, dusting off some light debris from the armor and clearing some of the soot smudging off his visor, revealing a baleful, dull red gaze, hampered only slightly by the violent crack across the length of it.

"So it would seem. I cannot claim to know the answers to either of your questions, and I safely assume we are all...Somewhat disconcerted by this turn of events." As he made that claim, while it was impossible to see under his helmet, he made a passing glance towards the young lady to the side. She seemed to be taking things in stride...Uncomfortably so. Regardless, his attention returned to Gabriel.

"Since, for the time being, I believe we are all indisposed and without clear direction, introductions are in order." Showing a surprising amount of flexibility for the heft of his suit, Driscoll performs a bow. "I am the Forever King, ruler of the Forever Knights. Although, I suspect such words might ring hollow to you all...So you may also refer to me as Driscoll. Sir Driscoll."

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@Crimson Flame

Ooh, we got some DC rep here now! Ivy is accepted, under a slight stipulation; she won't be able to perfectly control conscious plant life. Still has a lot of sway on them, but it'd be resistable after a time. Just to make sure every time Ben turns into Swampfire or something he isn't immediately brainwashed xD

Point is, accepted! Make her way over to Characters!

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@Martian

Hi! Yeah, we're still accepting; and I intend to keep that going for a while longer, in case anyone else crops up like you have. :)

To answer your duo question as I answered it previous with Truth, I've agreed that uniting them as one 'character' is probably going to be for the best, and I'd say especially so for your suggestion, given that otherwise poor Tai here would be in some hot water lmao.

I'd say for the sheet, make the focus Tai, but in the Powers section, bring attention to Agumon and its capabilities and whatnot, since he effectively functions as the boy's 'powers'. Also a good place to just generally talk about Agumon beyond its abilities.

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location(s): Control Center, Paradox Engine.

Mentions: Merlin @ActRaiserTheReturned, Bruno Bucciarati @Lewascan2, Terra @Dead Cruiser, and Danny @Crimson Flame

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Hearing Danny say his part, being a world-renowned hero of his own that none of the rest have heard of, Ben couldn't help but sigh; which brought another brief wince of pain. "Yeah, that just about sells me on it..." Though before he could continue, after helping the strangely dressed individual to his feet (or close enough to his feet), the lady who called herself Terra gave a smattering of questions, one of which Ben couldn't help but facepalm at.

Maybe he couldn't exactly speak for Dan, but he could say for certain the old-timer, himself, and Bruno looked plenty human. "Duh, we're human! What else would we be? Uh, although maybe I shouldn't talk there, hehe...." Ben responded, his tone shifting from annoyance to embarrassment quickly. Yeah, maybe calling himself 'just a human' wasn't exactly on the dot. Still, once he was certain the injured man was standing of his own volition, Ben turned his full attention to the Viltrumite. "Yeah, I'm from Earth. Seems Danny is too, and I'm willing to bet our pal here is as well," He jutted a thumb towards Bruno to indicate him. "...Verdict's out on the old-timer though. But my guess is we aren't all exactly from the same Earth....And yeah, for the record, not only am I fine..." His confidence and stancing belied the pain he was in; yep, something was definitely wrong. Did something get knocked out of place fighting Driscoll? That'd be his luck...

"...But I'm totally a superhero. The intergalactic, butt-kicking kind." That grin of his had returned, giving off an air of arrogance...Though perhaps an earned amount. Before he could continue though, it seemed their friend found the strength to speak, as he gave his name and his thanks. All par for the course...

And then he yanked his hand away and licked his sweat. "Ewww! What the heck'd you go and do that for?! Bruno promptly gave him his answer. Honestly, the dude sounded nuts, and Ben knew his fair share of nutcases. But something about Bucciarati's eyes...They reminded him of grandpa Max's, determined and sharp. As much as he wanted to joke and snark about a dude who would lick up sweat, he couldn't help but take it seriously.

When he saw him gasp from his burst of energy, Ben thought the dude was about to collapse, and nearly rushed in to help...Until his eyes caught sight of something behind him, propping up his exhausted body. He...Had no idea what to make of it, and honestly, there were already way too many questions to answer. Later.

His gaze turned directly to Ben, and for a brief moment he froze up, like when he was ten and Max was about to reprimand him for doing something stupid and selfish, but it soon dropped when he realized the topic of the conversation. "Yeah, that...Well, first of all, I wouldn't call it compatible. I just sorta shoved it in hoping for the best." Ben turned his gaze to where he had probed in with the tail, and was surprised to see whatever damage he might've accrued with that move was nowhere to be seen. Sheesh, another piece of a puzzle...Shaking his head, the teen hero continued on. Taking a deep breath, he looked to the rest of the people present here. If they thought things were weird before, well....It was gonna get weirder.

"So, I sorta have experience with time travel, dimensional travel...That kinda stuff." He couldn't imagine the kind of reactions this would elicit from the others, but he pressed onwards. "And since I know how I ended up here, it gives me the feeling that, well...This could have something to do with one or the other? Or both? When he brought up the idea of it being both, he gave a long groan. "I really hope it isn't both....But the point is, I think we're all from different dimensions. I have zero clue why we all got brought here, but..." Glancing around, Ben saw the screens begin to flicker to life, and the light of some sort of control board encircling the core brightening. ...I know who to dial up to get some answers. But hey, gramps?" Ben glanced over to Merlin, not looking angry or malicious...More peeved than anything. "Don't do any dumb magic stuff on me again, alright?"

With that, the hero got to work. Pressing two fingers to a strange device on his wrist, a holographic circle popped up, and it seemed to cycle through a shocking number of strange icons. As he passed through the catalogue of alien lifeforms, they all could hear Ben muttering to himself now and again.

"No....Not that one....Sheesh, The Worst? Yeah, no....There!" Seemingly satisfied with his choice, he raised his fingers up, and what seemed to be the core of this peculiar contraption jutted up into the air, crackling briefly with green energy. Without hesitation, Ben made a practiced smack to the Omnitrix; one he had done hundreds of times, and as the emerald flash began to fade, one could start to hear the clinking of chitinous legs...

Brainstorm!

A new, but just as bizarre, creature stood where Ben once had; crab-like in nature, though its cranium seemed far too oversized, as the tightly set mouth curved into a small grin. "Ah, yes! The superior intellect afforded to me as the highest caliber of the Cerebrocrustacean species shall make short work of this peculiar predicament we all have found ourselves interwoven into!" The voice had a notably British tone to it, and spoke quickly and eloquently as it skittered over to the controls, tapping a few keys on the console. Unbeknownst to the rest, mentally, holographic screens began to project into Brainstorm's mind, drawing a small "Intriguing..." From the highly intelligent crustacean.

Data flowed into his gigantic brain, but in spite of all his smarts, it was clear to the onlookers that whatever was going on, even this self-declared genius was feeling overwhelmed to an extent. "Erm...I see, yes...Well...Aha!" Having some sort of breakthrough, Brainstorm turned his attention back to the group, but not before two slots opened in the lower compartments of the control board, jutting out two strange thin black rectangles, one of which the Cerebrocrustacean snatched up for his upcoming example...Though he struggled for a moment. Pincers make it tricky for precision grip, you know.

"Strangers, companions, and acquaintances! I call your attention to this, first and foremost." Bringing the rectangle into view, he grasped both ends of the contraption with his pincers, and as he pulled away, a holographic map came into focus, showing a massive, multi-level station of sorts. At first, there also seemed to be some gobbledy-gook written on it; a strange alien language none of them could hope to understand, or comprehend in reasonable time. Taking notice of that, Brainstorm looked a tad abashed.

"...Ahem! One moment, please." Turning away for a brief second, it could be disturbing to witness the top of Brainstorm's head open, revealing his gargantuan grey matter, which promptly began to precisely weave electricity into the device, slowly dismantling and reassembling it. By the time he returned and raised the map once more; this time with simple electrokinesis instead of his awkward claws, one word stood out amongst all of them, in the corner, in large print....

"I would like to welcome all of you to the so-called 'Paradox Engine'."