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@Mintz This rp has my interest. Are you still accepting characters?


Yup, what my man Lewas here said! I'm sure eventually I'll seal things up, but for now, I'm happy for more faces pourin' in. Welcome aboard! Lookin' forward to seeing what you might have in mind :)


Location(s): Paradox Engine (Central Controls, Testing Grounds, Luncheon Room)



Whatever Brainstorm had done to the Central Controls with his access, it seemed to bring the room all the more to life after his departure; various screens began to illuminate as power once more ran through the systems, and the machines began their various designated processes. To any of them, the text of any of the screens present was completely illegible, a foreign language unlike any other...But even without the gift of words, some of the intentions of these consoles could be made clear.

For one, it showed video feeds across the station; or at least, it should've. It seemed that much of the feed was inaccessible for the moment, although it was being slowly restored, with vision made clear in the Testing Grounds and Luncheon Room, where onlookers could see some individuals warping into the rooms. For those in the know, these were, of course, Terra in the Testing Grounds, and Danny alongside Tai and Agumon arriving in the Luncheon Room.

However, the most jarring thing was when a voice began to echo through the chamber; perfectly clear and articulate, though it had a synthetic edge to it that made it clear that something artificial was speaking. Or rather....Making observations on the remaining individuals. "Systems online. Identifying unknowing individuals..." Those remaining in the Control Center were none the wiser as to what was happening....Except for KITT. Beyond the human eye, while he could not detect a source, infrared scans were being passed across everything in the general area, KITT included.

"Entity Giovanni Potage. Designation: Soup. Universe: EE Prime. Confirmed. Entity Asta. Designation: Anti-Mage. Universe: BC Prime. Confirmed. Entity Knight Industries 2000's Micro Processor, alternatively K.I.T.T. Designation: Spycar. Universe: KR Prime. Confirmed. Entity Rarity. Designation: Magic Equine. Universe: MLP Prime. Confirmed."

After that....An eerie silence. Whatever had just happened, and whatever had done what just happened, didn't seem to care about conversating with the strange arrivals.



The Testing Grounds might not have been what Terra anticipated. Some weapons-grade super-factory? A training area for unnatural super soldiers? No, it certainly didn't fit any of these images, and likely nothing else she could've puzzled together. After the jarring warp to the top of this station, she was met with a dim hallway, only barely lit by the pulsing red lights that seemed to travel down this expansive, one-way hallway. These light sources were attached to somewhat menacing archways. In fact, some might remark that they looked like gateways. They looked to be built tough, each one standing a solid ten feet away from the last, as the Testing Grounds stretched for what felt like forever. It seemed unrealistic for someone to have to walk through this whole thing.

Though, adjusting her eyes to the darkness, it would be made clear that that wasn't how they handled traversing this location. Across the empty stretch of the room (if you could call such an expansive place a simple room), two tracks of conveyor belts seemed to lead off; one forward, one back. Maybe a bit primitive compared to the teleporter she had just used, but hey, who knows? Maybe it was to save power, or maybe it would have just been too inconvenient to work something else in.

Regardless, there were two other stand-out details here. One was that next to each of these gateways was a stand of sort, with a built-in pad; one side of the pad seemed to be for some form of data processing, though all of them seemed shut off in that regard, though the other side showed what looked to be a handprint. Some kind of palm scanner. Then, there was something else....

The gateway nearest to the transporter had a green light, instead of red, and the data side of the pad was online, funneling information through. Nothing Terra would be able to make heads or tails of, but being the only one active in the room was certain to be...Interesting.



The Luncheon Room was a far different story; like an old-school cafeteria, fluorescent lights shone across the area, where a number of tables of all sorts stood, seating anywhere between three to six, if judging by the number of seats themselves. All in all, the room could probably fit well over a hundred people, ready to dine. While clearly there wasn't anyone on duty big surprise, it wouldn't take Danny or Tai much effort to recognize a spot near the back that looked to be where food would've been doled out, if their schooltime sensibilities weren't failing them. Behind that spot, a heavyset metal door could be seen closed tight, with a small drift of briskly cold air coming from it. Some kind of freezer, perhaps? Regardless, around there was hopefully where some grub could be found.
@Atlantic@XoXKieroBombXoX

We've, uh....We've got a car here now. Did not see this coming. Although I can't see any reason to deny it xD Not to mention this thing sounds pretty awesome. Accepted! Get 'em over to Characters :)

And now, the zombieman with the plan, Karl Heisenberg....Cool! I mean, even in-world, the regenerative factors of the Cadou experiments isn't unbeatable, since Ethan, a dude with just a buncha guns, is able to out-gun them and kill them (usually after a lot of other bullshit, but still lol), so I don't think even that needs a nerf. Overall, really awesome character to have in here, and is an easy accept!
And that's my final hero (*ahem*, 'heroine') done and dusted. Expect future apps here to be on the ne'er do well side of the divide.



Also, almost missed her, but yeah, Rarity's accepted.
@Randomness@Dead Cruiser@Eviledd1984

Starting with Sylar; mostly fine, barring a few things. Firstly, I don't wanna give him the chance to go nuclear, if only because it means any confrontations with the heroes could boil down to 'stop or I'll blow', and not many of them would be willing (or able, really) to call his bluff....If he even intends for it to be a bluff. Still, I'll let him be able to let out an outburst of radiation energy. Not nearly like a nuclear bomb, but still fierce, enough to cause serious damage to enemies, allies, and likely himself, though not enough to outright kill him. So it can still be a big move, but not a huge enough threat that it forces the heroes' hands every time lol

The telekinesis will also need to be lightened; no splitting people into pieces 'n stuff with it. Could still lift some heavy-duty objects and chuck 'em around, but with more difficulty and a smaller weight limit than prior. But beyond that stuff, I like him. Accepted!

Data is a great addition, as, well....Our great heroes were lacking many bright minds, to put it lightly. Accepted!

Last but not least, Ash....First of all, can I mention how weird it is we're gonna get two evil-slaying gunmasters in the hero team? xD. Joking aside, I can't think of anything to hold him back; accepted! Get 'em over to Characters :)
And here it is!



Gonna read through the IC once my day gets a little less hectic.


Glad to have ya man! And surprisingly, Asta here's the first proper anime/shounen kinda rep we got...Anyhoo, having read over him, nothing seems to stick out as too concerning, and hey, more teen heroes! xD You're accepted! When you can, throw him up in Characters. :)


Location(s): Control Center, Paradox Engine.

Mentions: Bruno Bucciarati @Lewascan2, Terra @Dead Cruiser, Danny @Crimson Flame, Tai @Martian, and Giovanni @TruthHurts22




"Mm...True enough, Daniel. Yes, I surmise this title means astonishingly little to any of us; merely a formality, so as to know what I mean when I refer to it, yes?" Brainstorm prattled off, answering Danny's claim as to why such a name held importance; well, it was the first answer they had received, and it should not be taken lightly! However, he was taken slightly off-track by the Half-Ghost's claim of being...Well, Half-Ghost.

"Most intriguing...So you mean to say, in your world, ectoplasmic entities are not mere bogeymen tales, but real, pseudo-living creatures? Well, I must insist you continue!..." After a brief pause, the Cerebrocrustacean realized the situation once more. "...Er, later, I mean." He now turned his attention to the Viltrumite in the room, who had yet again begun bombarding him with questions.

"But of course, dear Terra! The Paradox Engine is a space station....Of sorts. Perhaps calling it a 'station' is more accurate vocabulary. To put it as simply as one of my intellect can manage...It would appear that the Engine resides in an area separated from both space and time; a true scientific enigma! Perhaps the source of their choice of name!" However, as he was preparing to keep moving on, Ben took notice of her trying to access the controls.

"Ahem! I highly recommend you leave these complicated systems to me! I am afraid their modus operandi is far too much for a...." The Cerebrocrustacean couldn't even finish his sentence before it happened. Just as had happened to him, a flood of information rammed itself headfirst into her cerebrum. The only difference being her brain wasn't the size of an engine block. It practically became nothing but horrifically painful white noise to her mind almost immediately, forcing her to step away before suffering any permanent injury. "...Less sophisticated lifeform. No offense." While it was hard to tell with the facial structure of this form, Brainstorm could be made out slightly smirking.

"As for a power source? Why, my mentally scrambled companion, you're standing next to it!" Pointing a pincer towards the column-like structure that took up the majority of the center of the room, surrounded by the main controls, Ben nodded along. "Yes, that is the power source of the Paradox Engine. Although....Even I am unaware exactly what it is, or how it runs. The most I can surmise is that my Conductoid form, Feedback, had managed to jumpstart the system, hence" He made a wide motion towards, well...Everything in the room. "Why everything is online. Granted, there is something strange...Judging from the initial lack of power, and of course, this locale being seemingly devoid of any residents, it implies it has been abandoned for some time. And yet....Everything seems to be in perfectly working condition. There isn't even dust." To emphasize the point, he scratched his pincer against the floor, drawing up nothing but brief, small sparks from the interaction.

"As for what the Paradox Engine is for..." Mentally flexing his electrokinetic ability, the map seemed to warp itself, highlighting a particular section that, with Brainstorm's translation patch, simply read 'Testing Grounds'. It was the peak of the station; the very top floor. "One can make the educated guess that this floor will have our answers. However, I believe we have more pressing matters, given Bucciarati's condition." Yet again, the map fluctuated once more, this time focusing on two different floors; Floor 6 and Floor 2, labeled as 'Luncheon Room' and 'Medical Bay' respectively. "If he is to make a proper recovery, then in my professional opinion...He is in desperate need of nutrition, which I safely presume would be present in the Luncheon Room, and it would behoove us to be safe rather than sorry, and attempt a 'check-up' of sorts...The best we can manage, at least. I safely presume none of you possess medical training?"

Staring around a room of blank stares, Brainstorm sighed. "...To be expected. I can handle that myself. While I, Brainstorm, possess a truly unmatched Intelligence Quotient, it may not translate perfectly onto the medical field...Especially given my appendages. But I possess another entity with the knowhow, if you'll excuse my rudimentary lingo, that can perform this task. Though for the time being..."

The crustacean creature scuttled forth, allowing Bruno to prop himself with his sturdy shell. "While I am a thinker, and not a fighter, I am more than capable of aiding you to the transporter. You will find my chitinous exterior suitably stable for your support!" Before he scuttled off, however, his electrokinesis snatched up the spare map and dropped it into Danny's hands. "Take care with it; it was surprisingly tricky to figure out how to manage that, and the system seems unable to construct more at the given time." On that note, as Ben left, he was keeping the original with him as it neatly folded back in the rectangular shape. Though, before he could leave, yet more newcomers emerged. How to handle this....

"...Whoever doesn't intend to leave and obtain some form of sustenance from the Luncheon Room, plan to accompany me and Bucciarati to the Medical Bay, or investigate the so-called 'Testing Grounds', can give the exhaustive explanation behind this predicament." With that, Ben scuttled away with Bruno in tow, careful to accommodate his pace. When the two reached the platform near the back-end of the room, Brainstorm turned to him with a slight look of concern. "A word to the wise, Bucciarati. This is not quite an elevator or lift, per se...If you feel that you still possess food in your stomach, I request you hold onto it. This may get uncomfortable for a beginner in the lightspeed travelling arts..." Clicking a small elevator-like button, the chamber of the transporter closed, and in a blinding light, they were gone...

Only for them to appear once more less than a second afterwards, in what seemed like a new location; bright white tiling and walls, with the universal sign for medical care plastered to one; a red cross. Just looking at the area gave a sense of sterility as most hospices were known for. Multiple small rooms filled corridors, with most being patient rooms, though a few that looked to have filed away a number of amenities and equipment. Welcome to the Medical Bay.
Yes, i love the Lost Light comics, how can you tell?



Favourite Super Power is pure and simple flight. I think it's what we all dream of more than anything else.


Seriously sorry for not getting to you sooner! Things've been going pretty fast, as you can see lol. From long to short, these two are accepted! Even if accepting two new good guys is definitely gonna throw things off again lol. And speaking of good guys.....

@CHammer

Doomguy, huh? Definitely an interesting take...But hey, if you think you can make him a fun character to RP around, then I say go for it! Just don't expect to 'rip and tear' too often, y'know? xD And last but not least....Or maybe least? Hard to say.

@TruthHurts22

Soup. Yeah he's accepted


Reactions: Shadow Moth @TruthHurts22, Poison Ivy @Crimson Flame, Horus @Dead Cruiser, Bonesaw @Lewascan2, Cyrus @Randomness.




The machine seemed to stare absently at the spot where Poison Ivy had just stood, briefly losing her in the haze and flames beginning to plume around...But it didn't take long. It had only missed her by a few feet, after she hastily tucked and rolled out of the blaze of the flamethrowers. With her words falling on deaf ears (so to speak), it began to turn towards her once more, the crackle of heat growing, and as a new inferno began to blossom...

It found itself stonewalled. Or should I say woodwalled?

While the oak wasn't exactly impervious, it held its ground against the onslaught of fire, as the crackle of burnt wood could be heard and smelt across the plains. Noting the ineffectiveness of that method, it was already changing one of its arms back to normal; likely to topple the giant oak with brute strength. However, it wasn't given the chance; yet again, the Techadon found itself bound tight, this time by overgrown, mighty branches. This wouldn't last forever, though, as the spray of flame underneath the wood bindings could be heard growing, and with each flex of its nanomechanical muscles, the oak entrapment budged and creaked with effort. It would only be a matter of time before it freed itself....

But for now, it was a vulnerable target.

More pressing matters made themselves known shortly, however, as at last, a new light was breaching the blue-sky horizon; nearly double the size of the initial crashlanded invader, this looked to be a far more troublesome arrival. For Driscoll's small part, it was all he could do to brace himself before the new entity thundered onto the sea of green. The shockwave alone was enough to knock even the mightiest of the villains to the wayside; even Horus could find his footing loosened by the result, and the Forever King barely caught himself from falling and crushing poor Bonesaw.

Quite literally double the size of the prior constructs, even standing head and shoulders above Horus, was the last and greatest of these Techadons. In comparison to the dark blue and harsh-steel colorations of the ones prior, this one possessed more light blue shades and stark white metal as it passed its gaze over the meatbags of this realm. And, to everyone's surprise, this one spoke.

"Initiating crowd control procedures." Without hesitation, it rose a single hand skyward, launching what appeared to be a giant sphere of blueish energy...Which promptly began to rain laserfire across the plains, like an artillery bombing of hellish proportions. Dirt and grass was turned to ash as the assault continued, with the new Wardrone passively watching this turn of events.

Driscoll was quick on his feet, and it likely saved both his and Riley's life; in haste he yanked her from his back, and acting as a wall between the young girl and the widespread attack, he raised an arm up, forming an energy tower shield. Even still, it was barely enough. Each blast that connected nearly caused his energy creation to dissipate, and pushed the pair further and further into the ground.

At this rate....It looked like the tides had turned yet again, and not in their favor.


Reaction: Shadow Moth @TruthHurts22, Poison Ivy @Crimson Flame




The Techadon's full-force strike was avoided by mere seconds, its fist crunching into the solid earth as it made a fist-sized hole into the ground. This didn't come without a cost, as Shadow Moth had to abandon his blade, still wedged thoroughly in the forearm of the Wardrone. As Gabriel spoke to the machine, it, of course, did not respond; though its gaze focused on the strange new weapon he revealed, plucking a shimmering feather as he pressed it to what remained of the cane. Its attention now shot over to the peculiar entity that was conjured. Just as it prepared an assault on the unexpected interference, its focus was stolen once more by the masked Miraculous user as they began a full-frontal assault.

Of course, the blows didn't manage much. For every dent of the cane, and cut of the fan, repairs were made practically moments after the damage was caused, each strike too minor to last even a second. But it kept him off-balance, and as far as its own retaliation attempts were going, they were going miserably. This man had a flow about him in combat that a simple machine like a Techadon could not keep up with; not with its lumbering, uninspired movements. Still, this exchange of blows did not go entirely in Shadow Moth's favor; near the end, as the construct finally neared 'Static Cling', it managed a glancing blow, a harsh smack of its hand that would likely send the man careening off, though no doubt with his footwork he could catch himself before the hard fall...Though he would certainly be feeling the strike.

Still, the plan was successful. The unwitting Wardrone couldn't turn around in time, as adhesive, stretchy tendrils latched onto its legs and arms, and the bizarre jellyfish-esque monster strapped itself to the back of the machine. At first, there was a tense moment of resistance, as the Techadon thrashed out with its full might against the Sentimonster. However, slowly, the fight began to leave its limbs, and although its head turned towards the throttled Shadow Moth accusingly, 'Static Cling' forced it to stride towards the master, and painstakingly made it bow with the violent creak of resisting metal. The Amok had been successful...For now.

Meanwhile, another Techadon looked towards the burnt remain of a sleek, vine-covered throne where its laser put a clean hole through it, and the rest was steadily withering away from the damage. It caught sight of Ivy as she began shouting towards it, but as it rose its hand once more for a repeat performance, it found the appendage...Quite unresponsive.

Turning its head, the Wardrone watched as a surge of vines and roots began to overtake it, starting with the arm, bound tightly and pulled near-taut to the side, barely able to flex a finger, as more of the verdant onslaught grew forth. By the time it was over, the machine was held aloft, entrapped nearly head-to-toe in plant life. As these tendrils began to put the squeeze on this tin soldier however, they found much resistance; between the raw strength of the Techadon and the durability of its armor, it withstood the crushing force being placed upon it...And then, it took action.

It was barely noticeable until it was almost too late, but a reddish glow could be seen emanating from under the tangle of vines, and without warning, the Techadon had sawed itself in half, effectively freeing itself at the cost of its lower body....If it were anything other than a Techadon, that is. The upper half had already reformed proper legs, and to Ivy's horror, its arms formed something very recognizable; flamethrowers, or at least something close to it. Without warning, it began its scorched earth policy as it approached Pamela, burning past the once-luscious grass plains to bring its wrath upon the environmental villainess.

For its part, the other end of that Techadon was all but complete once more, and with its arms free, had no problem forcing its way out of the earthly grasp, landing solidly on ground once more. This one, however, took note of all the ongoing scenarios, and saw two combatants who were biding their time; Driscoll and Bonesaw. Beginning a charge, this metal hulk thudded past the ongoing conflicts, towards the Forever King and his seemingly defenseless companion.
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