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Chatterbox
ThemeA single crisis averted only for another to reveal itself. Initially relieved, Chatterbox ceased his fleeing, only to realize that his various minions and thralls—some barely in his control, and others getting closer to being bonefide fans—were quite in danger.
"Scatter!" He yelled vigorously through comms to them, and the meaning in his voice—carried through the hall as well as to them via comms—had them getting as far away from the explosives as possible. Then shots went off and Headhunter contacted him. He narrowed his eyes. "Thunderbolt, Whimsy, team-up and get closer to his point of entry!" As he said it he utilized tapcode to notify some of his pawns to organize themselves at set intervals and attempt to tackle the tinker as he appeared. They had instructions to get off and away as swiftly as possible once they'd tackled him.
"We're taking this bastard down," he uttered through gritted teeth. "Hunter, be ready to line up a shot. Make the phrasing in your mind beforehand. I'll give the signal. You attach that thought process to the target as soon as they appear. Include avoidance measures for my thralls. Non-lethal if you must hit them."
He waited, and then...as soon as the Doctor appeared he signalled, "Now!"
Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa
Letting out a breath as their maneuver turned out more or less successful, Evelyn found herself gritting her teeth and inhaling sharply as the feedback from her projection taking damage hit her. She shuddered and clutched at her head, but still the projection moved, unhindered by her distraction, its directives already in place. The aura had expanded around its body, crackling dangerously as it kept itself between the Wards and Protean.
The hole in its chest swirled and closed rapidly, arms collapsed into its body, only for four to reform in an instant. Evelyn managed a single command through her headache and as a result tar shot from where the hole in its chest had once been, firing at Mastar.
"Catch!" Evelyn managed through comms even as her head throbbed. She'd lost count of her projection's timer as well. Luckily it hadn't been active anywhere near five minutes just yet. This in mind she urged it to act, anger and pain egging it on as it took a step forwards with clawed feet digging into the ground before it suddenly dropped to all six limbs and its aura violently burned and chewed away at the ground before snapping back inwards. It expanded somewhat, then loped forwards, taking the rough form of something lupine, though with less of a head, whereas it also had six limbs and sharp barbs instead of fur bristling across its body.
"Messiah, hit it!" The projection kept its pace at Protean, making sure that two of three of its limbs—at all times—had claws dug into the floor. It would be much harder to blow away this time. If it got on Protean it would expand—rapidly—and then attempt to envelop him.
Around this time, the shots from Tiger Lily would go off and the confoam grenade would likely erupt nearby. Perhaps the projection and foam together would contain the traitor.
Chatterbox
ThemeBreathing out a sigh of relief as their plan succeeded, Chatterbox began using tap code, only for the madman to rise...and then vanish, replaced by something worrisome. "Shit," he uttered, and then yelled out at his thralls, "Run to the other end of the Concourse, get the hell away!"
Immediately they sprung into motion, but an of an oddly orderly sort as few of them jostled or knocked into eachother. Very few people fell, despite the quantity of people trying to get away. Chatterbox himself spoke to Whimsy, then Thunderbolt, "Whimsy, Ignore the ground underneat the blinking object. Bol—cancel that, everyone run!" With Thunder already in play he could only hope that Headhunter was taking his shot. That said he turned, hoping Whimsy would come along, and ran as fast as he could away from the blinking object.
Outsider
As Eyeblight escaped, a hollow thrum emanated from Outsider's form, the sound reminscent of a growl. "Dammit," he swore, then, getting an idea he called out to Sylph "Brace yourself!" A tentacle snaked out at incredible speed, snatching her up and pulling her back through the building, before moving up. A small pulse pushed a window inwards, as well as part of the wall, making sure that she would fit.
"Sorry to be rough. No time. Cut him off!" He then proceeded to deposit her into the room through the broken wall.
Evelyn made a face, but reacted quickly as she got feedback from the projection’s senses. Covered, drenched even, in a sticky substance. She activated comms, “Messiah, heat blast my projection” Even as she said it, the tulpa seemed to flex, having already received its modified directives from Evelyn.
Alessa had already gotten the point of what Protean was saying, and whilst she understood that maybe he had some lingering affection for them, it didn’t counteract how he’d been working against them so much. Indeed, Alessa was already burning the quills headed for her to nothing, and would already have simply engulfed him in a blast of overwhelming energy, if it hadn’t been for Lily behind him. Appropriate force output was one thing, harming one’s SO was quite another. So, an alternative to that seemed rather useful, even if it was somewhat counterintuitive; promptly, a ray of intense heat struck the projection, searing through some of the webbing to do so.
Immediately the projection practically exploded, the heat igniting and spreading over the entire surface of its body in an instant. It expanded into a two foot radius of exotic energy, electricity, and fire, incinerating the webbing in less than even half a second. In the same instance the projection’s preparations caused it to expand, about as fast as the aura itself, until it filled the hallway from wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-floor. The quills would have almost no choice but to strike it...or be almost immediately incinerated by the electrical current and intense heat surrounding its body.
“Hit the snake with a laser, save Tiger Lily,” she said, desperately hoping they’d be in time or that Tiger Lily had managed on her own.
In the time that it had taken Evelyn to say even that, the tulpa had recovered, going from its immobile, blob-like state to moving. The aura snapped back onto its body a few seconds after the quills struck it, but before even that it had reduced its size to fill only the center of the hall, regaining its limbs as it did so. As a direct result it was able to accelerate even faster, going from a jogging pace of 2.6 meters per second, to a running speed of 12.5 meters per second, and then to 16 in another moment.
Evelyn gave out additional orders through comms, “Messiah, If the projection closes distance, hit it with your power. Doesn’t have to be powerful. Use the aura to replenish your stores.” As it was about to reach Protean, its size decreased slightly--still making it about twice his size. It would have all of its limbs well in order, and appeared to be moving in an attempt to grapple the traitor.
Suffice to say, the projection was very impressive to behold. At first, Alessa wasn’t sure it hadn’t outright exploded when she hit it with her power, but the way it expanded at the same time to catch all the excess quills... hot damn. And it moved fast, as did Evelyn’s further instructions. Right, the snake! Running an arc about Protean to get the snake in her sights, she hit it with a lance of heat and light, perhaps more intense than it needed to be - but knowing Protean, he could well have reinforced it to be far more dense than that - whilst also frying the man’s head again. His whole head, antennae and all. She wasn’t going to risk his still being able to detect stuff so easily, though chances were she might have missed something even the second time around.
Evelyn might have smiled if a cold rage hadn’t been what drove her in the moment. Instead the edges of her lips twitched. Refocusing as an idea struck her she called over comms again, “Mastar, throw a bunch of your tar at my projection. I’ve got an idea!” She paused a moment then added, “Margrave, any way you can occupy Protean’s attention further would be helpful. Tiger Lily, if you’re still in play,” I hope you are, she thought, leaving it unsaid, “...then do the same, we want him pinned and on his back foot.”
”Way ahead of you,” came Margrave’s response. If one glanced his way, separate from the rest and never really at risk for a quill-puncturing, one could see his submachine gun tucked under his arm as he labored with great intensity on something in his hands. After a couple seconds, the antihero finished the wall of lego bricks he’d been building, and after taking it in one hand he hurled it Protean’s way. The moment it left his proximity the assembly sprang to a full-size brick wall, three feet high and five feet wide, flying at the traitor like a massive frisbee.
Mastar heard Evelyn’s call over the comms, and immediately nodded to herself. The spines that were shot at the tarry blob were ineffective since they were blocked almost entirely by the projection, but it wasn’t a terrible worry anyway, since the girl could easily switch into her fully viscous state to soak up the damage. The tar girl turned her head towards the tulpa and flashed a smile, her entire left arm leaving her form, save for the small bump where her shoulder would be. Meanwhile, the right arm grew twice its normal size and seeped down into a large droplet.
”Tar incoming!” Mastar called as she spun around, her deformed arm picking up momentum before it separated from the rest of her body. Of course, it sent Mastar back towards the wall, but the arm found itself flung towards the projection and heading to the shadowy figure quite fast.
The tar struck it square in the back, but the tulpa seemed almost not to notice, except in that the tar was pulled into its body. Once it had absorbed the tar it attempted to swivel to Protean’s side, sensing the Margrave’s attack and giving it a chance to strike Protean. A moment later it had more limbs, all stabbing at Protean, its size almost filling the hallway, its speed and strength and ability to adjust trajectory more than considerable. If it managed to strike and pierce Protean it would latch on and pump the absorbed tar directly into the shapeshifter’s body. Beyond that, if it managed to grapple as well, Messiah would hit it with her power and it would light up in a storm of burning, shocking energy.
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"J U S T I C E"
Berlin, Germany
Consumer Tech Conference
Consumer Tech Conference
You're the camera man, nestled in a booth high above the floor where citizens bustle about below. There's windows so despite the cameras present for you to watch the goings on you're staring down at the floor manually. There's an air of excitement which you're almost high on--you idiot--and you find that time is getting away from you when you look at one of the many screens. It's been eight hours. Confused you doubletake, then rise from your seat as the world snaps into focus and you notice something bizarrely off about all the images displaying the main hall.
In a particular area things are blurrier around people, but not everyone. Sometimes it just seems like it's normal blur from people running or otherwise moving through the room. Then it becomes apparent that that isn't it. Some of the stationary people are blurred...distorted. Your eyes widen, and your pupils dilate. Suddenly you're on the floor and it's so warm.
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It's an unheard command, resonating through the fabric of the rift, warbling in defiant. Some men turn their heads, but no one notices.... No one, no, instead a suited fellow stops mid-sentence and tilts his head.
Boil and pus corrodes your mind. You--
"Quiet you Cusp." The cameraman, awake again, sees the screens and everyone except him and the man are motionless, caught in stasis. Where before there were kid, now gone. Only those above the ascending ages.
"Calling out here is forbidden," the main says, loosening his tie and removing a device from his pockey.
It was magnificent. Sleek, complex, multifooceted, and other such douchery. You get the idea, it was a high tech, multidimensatudinal "Swiss" Not actually designed by the Swiss Army Knife. The unseen entity shuddered and as it did the lines in reality blurred and the blurred in the lines reality'd and the kid kooded and became coden and the man suddenly had a Codex, and the entry said
Who for art thou my Romea*, Why for art thou the destroyer who serves the Orange. Who serves the served, who is a server, who is the waiter at your birthday, singing a song of Vibrational Matrices, warping your mind, warping the kid, begettening them. It is from the Outside Without Insides. It fears confidence and that which who is the rending of sole.
You get the idea.
The man glances up from the codex and the blurring of the world is suddenly worsened as people beocum indistinguishable from smears of pain---t, their essentidus pulled in a vortex to the man as wings of black shattered riftstrains open from his back, extending. Light shines and carries out and is devoured.
IT shudders. IT cannot serve its master.
FLEE
The Man grasps at the air and it shatters and is gotten. The Servant who Lies Unseen, who devours Unheard, who Corrupts Unspent, is swotten and smattered across the space.
The cameras return to normal, numerous people collapse. The "Swiss" Army Knife is drawn across the Man's throat and a strange lack of color filters out of him. He colfallses to the ground, but there is no mark.
You wonder what you've witnessed.
I wonder why I bother explaining it.
Yet here we are and yet we are here where we are.
"Who are you?" The Cameraman, Asc'thomas JameGren, precludes to me.
Oh me? I am just trapped here, much like you. I watch and I fill my time by describing the events of the fucked up worlds your kind--and others--reside in. Nothing serious. Just an observer.
Asc'thomas appears baffled...and then his expression goes blank and briefly the light in his eyes is grey, and white, and black, so grey once more. Then red, then he is not the Cameraman, then the Cameras are frustrated and shuddering with static, then he is Asc'thomas again, the red gone from his eyes, the unearthly sense gone from him.
"Wh-wha?"
Don't worry about it, that was just The Beyonder, even they are meaningless.
Anyways, have fun dealing with the trauma of being uncolored.
"What?"
Far above a twisted reflection cast its gaze upon Universia, otherwise known as The Fourth Dimensional Planesworld, the world in which men and mer primarly dwell. You know, simplistic shit you should know by now. Ugh. Anyways, they're watcching and they're like big...and a mirror or whatever. Probably minorly important at lest.
Just keep it in mind I guess.
Bye.
Run. He returns.
"Without The --------------~~~~~^~~~~~-------------- There Is Nothing."
Spooky Wineglass
"*Teleports behind you*"
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The Tower, a great edifice in the Central Pole where the land ends, and the ice reigns above and suburban. They say that once, long ago, Yule itself wrested the Tower from the Earth, and from it spread the great Calamity. Which, to be honest, the records say was not too great for everyone involved.
It's really all hearsay and heresy, you know how these things go.
"Yagen," the traveler said, in response, making me wonder how he could hear me, Eddy, your narrator...and also a small swirl in water...depending on your perspective. Yes, that's right, I am a small ephemeral phenomena that occurs only in liquids...at least in your Plane of being. Who knows how physics--or if physics rather--is even here. You know?
Do you know?
Because I don't.
This is all very confusing.
"It is said in legend, that there was that which was the most yagen that ever yagen. You could say, perhaps, that his was the yagenest of Yagen. The scholars are not quite sure from whensts and whilst the Yagen yagen'd. Or anything, or nothing. Who knows? We know only what we do not know, and we only know...that we know nothing. Which is to say that we know everything that is not nothing. True story."
Then the scholarly Beyoning Fidlsticks found himself promptly rent from our world. He should have paid the lease, but oh well, here we are.
Anywho, what was I saying?
Doesn't matter. Have fun.
From there the wind swept across the plane of ice, scouring it of dust and snow, which eddied in the air raucously, but without warmth. You find yourself here, near the foot of the Tower. You have all come for different reasons...and you will all die depart in time.
So have at it, while you still can.
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