Fandom Legacy

[Twice Knightly]

Intermission #1
"The All-Seeing Eye"

"--get to you, too...- huh?"

Ford Pines blinks as he awakens from what felt like an extraordinarily long sleep. The place he's in is one he no longer recognizes. Gone is the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Now all that's left is a dead hellscape of a field. All that surrounds him is grass that'd be better off as some sort of fuel for a... very weak fire. His surroundings assessed, the older man gets to work actually remembering what came before.

Let's see... Bill took over the Falls after revealing he'd been possessing that reporter... and the rest of the survivors just narrowly managed to make their escape, before he was turned into one of his statues of human agony. Yes, yes, that sounds about right. Okay. So he knows what happened, which means that he can only be in one place...





"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH...."

Ford gasps as he turns around, that all-too-familiar laugh still managing to send a chill down his spine. He looks up at the moon to find a slanted eyeball staring right down at him, shining a light on him in the middle of this dead, decrepit field. Very quickly he steels himself, though, teeth-gritting in both preparation and anger. Before his very eyes, several yellow prisms manifest out of thin air and begin to shift around the makeshift eye, forming a very large triangle. A bright flash of light bursts from the body thereafter - finally manifesting the very demon that has plagued his nightmares for decades.

"HEYHEYHEY THERE, FORDSY!"

Ford immediately points a finger up toward his glaring one eye, "What have you done with my family, you--"

"OOP, GOT YOUR ARM!"

Ford lets out a sharp yell as Bill snaps his fingers, causing a slimy green octopus to fall out of thin air and land on his arm.



He's quick to react, though, reeling back a fist and punching the monster off. When it lands it writhes around for a moment before disappearing into an inky black mist. Once it's gone, Ford snaps his attention back up toward Bill, now even more angry than before.

"Quit your games, Cipher, and tell me what you've done with my family!"

"RELAAAAX, FOUR-EYES! YOUR FAMILY'S FINE!" Bill waves off his concerns with a literal wave of his hand. "AND THEY'RE MUCH HAPPIER, TOO! I TELL YA, THOSE IMPROVEMENTS I'VE MADE ON 'EM HAVE WORKED WONDERS! I'VE NEVER SEEN THOSE PINES TWINS SO HAPPY!"



"If you've hurt them, Bill, I SWEAR I'll--"

"OH, YOU'LL WHAT, FORD? COME UP HERE AND PUNCH ME? KNOCK MY HAT OFF? REALLY TEACH ME A LESSON?" Bill cackles. "FACE IT, FORD - I'M HOLDING ALL THE CARDS NOW! SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST STICK AROUND IN THE NIGHTMARE REALM FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER WHILE I KEEP TIDYING UP THAT HICK TOWN OF YOURS??"

With that, Bill begins to float up into the air with both hands raised high above his head.

"DON'T WORRY - I'LL BE BACK TO VISIT SOON ENOUGH! TRY NOT TO CLAW YOUR OWN EYES OUT FROM THE FEELING OF YOUR OWN BRAIN MATTER EATING ITSELF IN THE MEANTIME!"

In another brilliant flash of light, Bill is gone, leaving Ford to his own devices. The scientist stares angrily for another few moments, teeth grit and fist balled up by his side. But then before long, it all releases with a sigh. He turns around and assesses his surroundings once more. It won't do him any good to just sit here while Bill is out in the real world doing who knows what. He takes his jacket and straightens it up. It takes him a moment, but before long he spots a very faint light in the distance.

"Well..." Ford sighs. "Might as well get to work."

With that, Ford begins his trek toward the light in the distance. With any hope, he'll find some kind of civilization before nightfall.

Meanwhile...

Within the Fearimid, atop the Throne of Frozen Human Agony, sits none other than Bill Cipher himself. Time isn't exactly a concept he enjoys, so he doesn't know how long it's been since he's taken over Gravity Falls. All he knows is that it's been long enough to get bored of the constant tormenting and suffering of everyone within it. Yes... even that can grow boring after a while. There's only so many octaves a human throat is capable of screaming in, after all. But that's okay! Because he has something else to keep him entertained. Something very interesting...

"We'll be heading to Gravity Falls first, actually. Freeing it from Bill's grip is the first step in taking everything back from Ganondorf."

Bill cackles and excitedly rubs his hands together.

"OHOHOHOOO, MAN. FINALLY, SOME GOOD ENTERTAINMENT AROUND HERE!"

Bill stands atop his throne and excitedly raises both his hands.

"CRANK UP THE EAR-SPLITTING SCREAMS OF ELDERLY WOMEN GETTING THEIR FEMURS REMOVED, 8-BALL! 'CAUSE THE NEXT ROUND'S ON ME!"​

 

[Twice Knightly]

"Woo... man, maybe I got too much..."

As Sage stops to rest at that desk, his line of thought is soon interrupted by a heavy thump sound on the desk next to him. When he turns to face whatever it is, he finds two large, brown sacks. A downright tantalizing smell emanates from them both. They're so large that they outright block him from seeing whoever's holding them... until he moves around, that is.

"Oh, uh-- excuse me," he awkwardly smiles and nods to Sage, before reaching into the bags and starting to remove the food. Plenty of options await. Burgers, fries, chips, bottles of water, soda... even a few milkshakes. He sets them all down on the work desk, one by one, until both large sacks are totally empty. "Hey, uh... Food's here, everyone!"

"I was working there, but... okay."

Cast List
isupposeimphi as Marisa Kirisame (Touhou Project) and Blake Belladonna (RWBY)
brandy-schmandy as Jin Ming (Spiderverse OC) and Razputin Aquato (Psychonauts)
@FoolsErin as Hobie Brown (Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse) and The Wanderer (Genshin Impact)
CocoaMarshmallow as Illumina (Pokemon Mystery Dungeon OC) and Clovis (Twokinds)
Twice Knightly as Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion) and Jason Todd (DC Comics)
Jeremiah as Nightwarden Minthara (Baldur's Gate)
Sir Skrubbins as The Medic (Team Fortress 2) Frank West (Dead Rising)
Necessity4Fun as Sage Kaelber (OC)
megar as Josuke Higashikata (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) and Reimu Hakurei (Touhou Project)
TheElenaFisher as Ciri (The Witcher 3) and Naoto Shirogane (Persona 4)
Thexcentrichilean as Hershel Avad (OC)
darkred as Aloy (Horizon: Zero Dawn) and Marius Titus (Ryse: Son of Rome)
QizPizza as Alexis Tenshi and Gyst Lazarus Huang (OC)
allegedlydave as Archer (Fate) and Rex (Xenoblade Chronicles)
jigglesworth as Captain John Price (Call of Duty)
@bluefrostie2 as Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog) and Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)
BoltBeam as Black Rock Shooter (Black Rock Shooter)​

 

[Twice Knightly]

"...oh," Jason can't really say he's disappointed by this revelation. He hardly really knew her, after all. He supposes it's not a surprise that they don't know each other. There are probably a lot of... Espeon? where Illumina is from. "Well, in any case - yes. It's all true. And it was like a... you know what a dragon is? Picture that but without the wings."

Wherever this thing's from surely must have dragons, right? That seems like a pretty reasonable conclusion to make.

"And yeah, you could call it that," Jason wouldn't exactly call it that. Not for him, anyway. A 'guild' would be closer to what he has with Bruce and the rest of the Bat Family. But... he hasn't exactly seen them in a while. It's probably easier to just agree than go into detail about it, though. Somehow, all the stuff about the Multiverse is easier for him to explain than any of that.

When someone else mentions The Cape, Jason turns to face them. A girl, this time. He keeps his arms crossed as he answers.

"Only way to do that at this point would be to remove all the Twilight. Or at least enough of to make it inhabitable again," Jason shrugs. "And the best way to do that is by removing Ganondorf's influence from the surrounding universes. So that's what we're doing."

CocoaMarshmallow TheElenaFisher QizPizza​

 

[CocoaMarshmallow]

(Note: Clovis' origin comic is not for anyone under 18+ due to mature themes! Please don't read it if under 18!)

CLOVIS AND ILLUMINA
Interactions: Twice Knightly (Jason, Leo)

"Oh! But what kind of dragon... hm, maybe a Druddigon... a Dragonite, maybe? Or maybe even a Salamence..."

As I list off the possible Pokemon a 'turtle' might look like, something draws my attention. The striking smell of...

Sniff. Sniff.

"Eugh! Is that- is that meat?!" I yelp as I look over at this one guy- looks like the same kind of creatures at the rest, but he keeps his eyes closed like a Cyndaquil would- carrying these huge brown bags. He announces that food's arrived. Of course, with that rancid smell of meat in there, it's hard to even consider it as such. There's some silver lining, of course. I can smell some kind of potatoes... lots of salt, too. But it's all overpowered by that horrible stench! I can't help but turn pale at it! "Blegh- Jason, I'm gonna go stand over yonder, try to get some fresh air. Arceus, I sure hope you guys don't eat feral Pokemon... had enough of those smells for my entire life."

I walk off, still gagging.

Clovis, however, doesn't seem very affected. In fact, he turns his head to the sacks of food. He smells grilled meat... among many, many other scents. He smiles to himself, feeling somewhat at home despite the severe lack of velvet seats and gold coins.



"How quaint. You lot even have servants."​

 

[Jeremiah]

Well that was a refreshing change of pace. No long-winded explanations necessary, no need for your life story, no time wasted. For the first time all day, you muster a smile.

And a good mood was just the boon you needed for what came next.

You flinched and grit your teeth as the pick entered your neck like a vampire's fang. Biting cold crept under your skin and coursed through your veins, then, a blissful numbness. Your vision went black, but you did not blink. Next went your hearing, and in a flash you returned to your senses. Your brow dug down like a dagger against the bridge of your nose as you stumbled on your feet, head in your hands.

You felt weaker, but also relieved. Your limbs moved like floppy wet noodles attached to that fleshy sack of guts you called your torso. Without the tadpole your mind and body were once again separate, yet still their connection was stronger now from the experience. Waves of relief washed over you, stilling your heart and putting your doubts to rest.

"Goodness. . .you are remarkable Shuri. You have my sincerest gratitude." you bow your head, hand held over your heart, "You as well, Josuke. For the world's sake I am glad you are more than just a pretty face," you tease, voice rumbling with dignified laughter, "Who knows what carnage Mind Flayer Minthara may have wrought?"

With your spirits lifted and your mind parasite-free, you caught wind of something else; something you craved. "Aha. . .what is that delightful aroma?" you muse, following your nose to Shuri's table and doffing your metal gauntlets to pick through the spread. It reminded you of your time spent in Waterdeep - how the wizards there prepared their food conveniently with magic and carefully separated each piece of a meal so as to preserve their unique flavor profiles. When you reached for a clear bottle of water, you boggled at its make as you twisted the cap and brought it to your lips. It was transparent like glass, but crinkled and warped under your fist like parchment paper. What alien materials were required for its construction, you wondered. . .​

megar (Josuke) Twice Knightly (Shuri, Sage) brandy-schmandy (Razputin)

 

[jigglesworth]

• A World Gone Dark
• A New Haven
• The Captain

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  President Biden Gives State of the Union Address from Alaskan Bunker
  This morning, the remaining members of Congress assembled in the Emergency House Chambers in Anchorage, Alaska, to witness President Biden's annual State of the Union Address. During this address, which was open to the remaining members of the press, the President declared that, "The United States has not fallen, and will not be fallen, ever. In fact, the United States stands strong, and we'll continue to stand strong, forever. Our military is the best in the world, and will be better than any invading force that tries to destroy our way of life."
  
  It has been six months since the world went dark, since then the Earth has faced a constant, hostile invasion from land, sea, and sky. Encased in a layer of black mist that covers the skies, internet and satellite access has been cut off. What information we receive arrives via word of mouth and brave couriers. The United Kingdom has been overrun, as well as France, Germany, and the rest of western Europe, their governments in exile if not entirely destroyed. Little information has arrived from central and east Asia as contact has been made nigh impossible. Mexico has dissolved, the Canadian parliament takes refuge in scattered far-north bunkers, and the US finds itself isolated and dispersed as invading forces occupy states from shore to shore.
  
  The New York Times is operating out of a skeleton crew remaining in New York City, one of the few printing presses still active in the entire nation. The couriers of the Times, Post, Chicago Press, and Seattle Times risk their lives to ensure the scattered remnants of America remain connected to one another and the country they hold dear. These presses compile information on mobile food pantries and refugee camps, pockets of increasing and decreasing hostile activity, and map out the safest routes through dangerous territory to help Americans survive.
  
  Meanwhile, Congress has dissolved the USPS and other "non-essential" services in favor of allocating more resources to the ailing military. According to former CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell, The Navy is useless against a non-naval threat, the Air Force is all but destroyed, and both the Army and Marines face loss after loss in the President's recent "Reclamation Campaign."
  
  "The President is throwing away the most important resource to our species' survival: human lives," Laswell told the New York Times. "All the while Congress sits snug in their 'Emergency Chambers', the most secure bunker in the world, as the rest of the United States is left to fend for itself." Read More on Page 23
  
  
  "Hmph. Laswell made it to the Times."
  ​
  A gruff man sits up in his chair. He's wearing worn kevlar body armor over his winter gear, a red scarf wrapped around his neck, the British flag emblemed on his arm. He looks over-top his newspaper, taking a sharp breath. "Right, sorry, you wouldn't know Laswell, would you?"
  
  His conversation partner was silent, albeit not for lack of effort. Strapped to a surgical table, laid out horizontally, was a creature of the darkness. One of the beasts that roam the streets, with their freaky masks and horrific grunts. It was a big fella, a head taller than the man and built like a gorilla. Were it not for the titanium restraints keeping it locked to the table, or the heavy sedatives measured by the liter, the man in the chair would not be having this talk.
  
  "Station Chief Kate Laswell, CIA," he lays the paper on his lap, grabbing a cigar from the small table beside him and a lighter from his breast pocket. "Good bloke. She helped me assemble 141 a while back, before you lot came around and mucked things up." He places the cigar between his teeth and flicks open the lighter, burning the end and taking a puff. "You wouldn't know 141 either, but we roughed you up good for a while, back when the UK still existed. Mostly helping civilians find refuge, protecting camps, getting people across seas. That's why I'm here now, instead of having a cuppa in London. Or a beer at a pub. You mucked that up, too." He takes another, longer drag of his cigar, breathing in deep.
  
  They mucked everything up. Task Force 141 tried their best to resist, but taking constant losses without the time or infrastructure to replace them stripped the group bare. Organizations across the world faced the same fate, leaving stragglers to either fend for themselves or protect what few civilians they still can. Laswell was the one who "requisitioned" a fleet to get 141 and thousands of refugees from the UK over to the states, after the President refused to provide aid. She had a lot more pull than he gave her credit for. He hasn't seen her since she left to give her report to the New York Times. Got there, clearly, but she and her escort might not get back.
  
  "Might be dead now. Laswell, that is, as well as Gaz and that American bloke, Samuel. Something's got the beasts on edge lately, got them rowdy." This time he addresses someone behind him, someone who had stepped through a light mist a few moments ago to bring him across the multiverse, someone wearing a Red Hood. "They're more vicious, more vigilant, more numbers sweep the streets and skies. Could be nothing, but I'm guessing it's you lot making a move. This move." He takes another long drag of his cigar, standing from his chair. He puts out the light by pressing it into the creature's neck to muffled screams, ash floats onto its skin as he flicks off the end of the cigar.
  
  
  Turning around, Captain John Price faces Jason Todd.
  
  
  "It's about fuckin' time you lot showed up."​
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  To say Wakanda is nice is an understatement.
  
  In part, Price's astonishment is due to the fact that he hasn't seen a building that wasn't ruined in about six months. Even if he had, however, it was all still impressive. The technology of this country is far beyond anything his Earth had yet conceived, as well as being advanced by multiverse standards, Price could tell. After all, they have the capability of gathering the MPF here. Or, rather, what remains of it.
  
  The Multiverse Protection Front, the MPF, he first made contact with them in the Blood Gulch Incident involving the Freelancers. What a pile of muck that whole ordeal was. Only good thing to come from that is a few friendships, namely with Corvo, Aloy, and, of course, the Spartan: Kassandra. Price's hand finds the red scarf on his neck. If his world got hit so bad, what about theirs? They better not be dead yet, he'll kill them if they die before he sees them again. But it's not unlikely. The MPF has been decapitated-its leadership reduced to just a few bodies, namely Jason Todd. Plenty of MPF agents have bit the dust since the Twilight began spreading, but he holds out hope for them. They were among the best the organization had to offer.
  
  Price frowns at what appears to be left. A couple dozen survivors, maybe, and stragglers from other universes. Plenty of faces he hasn't seen before. Whether or not they were part of the MPF before, they are now, for better or worse. After Todd and King T'Challa speak, Price's eyes flicker from person to person, taking in the group's general atmosphere as he goes to retrieve a watch. Quite a few human-looking agents, though likely hiding powers underneath, if his previous experiences are anything to go by. Especially the ones dressed rather extravagantly. A couple of Germans, unfortunately (he'd prefer to see a couple Brits, really), one covered in... human gore? the blood of something. A few different species (including what looked like an elf in medieval armor), a costumed crusader or two, animals that remind him of Lucario (derogatory), a soldier, decked out in gear, talking to a lass with eight-no, sorry, nine tails. Price makes a mental note of him, they'll have to talk later.
  
  Among the crowd, the Captain also spots his old friend, Aloy. He smiles slightly, glad to see a good comrade still alive. "Aloy!" he calls over to her, giving a wave to let her know he's here. She is busy speaking with King T'Challa, but Price is looking to talk with Todd, so he continues on.
  
  As he walks to the Red Hood, Price also spots an ashen-haired woman with a sword in her hands, a scar ascends across the side of her face. Why does she stand out? She walks with confidence. Not only that, but familiarity, as if she's done something like this before. Being in a strange, new land doesn't shock her, despite the technological differences between her gear and Wakanda. Price's attention was further drawn when she spoke. Yes, she asked a good question, but more importantly she was British! At least she sounds British. Her accent was reminiscent of his, whether or not her country of origin is England. As he walks, Price doesn't hide his gaze, hoping to catch her attention. Should she acknowledge him, he'd give her a nod, professional-like. Brits gotta stick together, y'know?
  
  Although the food they were promised had just arrived, Price stays on track. He approaches Jason Todd, who is fortunately speaking with the soldier he noted before. "Don't mean to interrupt," he starts, looking between the two. His gaze stops on Todd, to whom he holds out his hand to shake. "Sorry you've got this bloody mess piled onto your plate, Todd. It's a lot to be responsible for. For what it's worth, I think this is a good start. You've got the full support of the British SAS," he smirks, "whatever you need."
  
  Price would also offer the other soldier his hand, introducing himself. "We haven't met yet. Captain John Price, British SAS."
  
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  Captain John Price
  Location: Courtyard, Wakanda
  Interactions: Twice Knightly (GM, Jason Todd), darkred (Aloy), TheElenaFisher (Ciri), QizPizza (Lazarus)
  Equipment: TBD, MPF Watch
  Font/Hex: Georgia/#2C82C9
  Previous Post: N/A
  Character Sheet: Here ​

 

[Thexcentrichilean]

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A sudden siege​

The moon shined upon a rich land in fullness, enchanting those that observed its unperturbed beauty.


A crossroad among valleys and rivers, a lush, green land, forested yet tamed, was experiencing yet another peaceful evening. An imposing, multi-layered stone fortress could be found at the absolute center of the area, where all roads converge, where a river military dock could be found... and where the center of power for the ruler of the land, extended control over its surroundings.

Inside a cozy and very personalized room, a studio, a man exuding the energy of youth yet the experience of a veteran sat at the ornamented desk, reviewing a variety of books and papers in a seemingly organized manner... ocassionally scribbling notes on a blank parchment. Despite the darkness outside, the room remained bright, a crystal of shorts shining brightly from the stone ceiling.

All was peaceful, only noise that could be perceived was the rustling of leaves outside, the ocassional small chatter outside his door, and the distant marching of the individuals standing guard on the closest set of walls. The scribbling of the man's pen rang out from time to time, as did the sliding pages he flicked through carefully... yes, all should have been as normal, as usual.

But as the moonlight shone onto his open window, fighting the light coming from the source inside the room... it started growing dim, distant. The soft rustling of leaves grew more violent, the outside grew ever darker.

The lord, wearing well-made casual clothes, perked up his ear... the slow but steady change of the weather grabbing his attention. The quill on his right hand was placed back onto the ink pot, and without hesitation, he grabbed a sturdy light-blue coat hung on his chair, and an ornate cloth bag full of complex patterns... Though at the time he hadn't seen, one of the coat's pockets remained unnaturally open, and any differences in weight would not be perceived at this given moment.

As the man turned to look at the window, any visible moonlight had been extinguished, like a thick cloth drapped over a lonely candle... A cloud, a murky and dark phenomena covered the usually clear skies. Without losing a beat the man had retrieved a metallic item ressembling a trumpet, yet as many things around him, seemed needlessly ornate.

No matter. Without a hint of hesitation, the lord of the castle blew through the artifact, its loud, low and powerful note resounding for everyone to hear within the facility... and within seconds, the fortress came alive from the soldiers within.

Everyone resting became wide awake and readied up. Those standing guard came to their positions on ramparts and reinforced gates, layer after layer being secured in a matter of minutes. The one who set things in motion didn't remain idle. Jumping out the window and accessing the inner-most layer of walls, he surveyed the situation and spoke with sub-commanders. It was then, that the murky sky...

It birthed an endless mass of sinister, twisted, and powerful spawns... one after the other. An endless stream of abominations stormed his world, his domain...

The man could only scowl at such a sight.

"Commanders, to battle stations! Our biggest directive is secure our walls. Rally our strongest physical fighters and make sure the ramparts are held at all costs!!! Fight assuming every layer will be used, and only change such approach if your judgement suggests to do otherwise." The man spoke in a commanding, confident tone at everyone around before turning to what seemed to be a messager

"Messanger, inform all our nearby garrisons to assemble and get ready to fight. This menace will be contained within here... also contact our ambassador to the emperor. I need his hand to prevent unsavory sabotage while we rally our forces... otherwise." Hershel cut himself off. After a short pause, he used his weapon in hand, a halberd, made completely out of metal, and slammed the butt of it against the hard flooring, making a noise that rang out into their surroundings

"Go forth and destroy the abominations that storm our home, our hard-built present!" He entended his hand towards the already ranging battle on and between the fortress walls, and dissappeared right after, having jumped out into the fray of battle without a hint of hesitation.

He jumped into the biggest concentration of them, amidst the outer-most and second-outer-most walls. The smaller creatures let loose at his direction, but the man calmly deflected each projectile with small but fast movements, stopping projectile after projectile with the shaft of his weapon and his armored left hand.

CRASH

The man's landing had crushed the body of one of the enemy archers, their body lifelessly smashed against the ground. Hershel stood over it, unphased, and when the smaller creatures attempted to counter-attack, they would find their bodies not responding to their commands... The only thing they saw was the lightly armored man with both arms on his weapon, extended and looking for the next target.

THUD

The now headless bodies of the goblins crumpled onto the floor, and the cause of such a sight was already gone from his previous spot.


It did not stop at his. The duke targeted every single iteration that was using ranged weaponry at his soldiers... carving a bloody path through the mass of invaders... up until he found the first true abomination amongst them...

A huge brute stood in his way, and before the duke had even stopped, its huge gangly arm became a blurr, aimed towards his head. Without losing a beat, the man angled the shaft of his weapon and his body, letting the clawing hand slide over the handle and onto the ground. It dug a deep gash into the earth. The holy man winced slightly for an instant, but started moving yet again, for his was a real battle, where no hesitation was allowed. Before the beast could attack again, the man swung a powerful probing slice towards the head of the abomination

CLANG

A strong metallic ring dominated the surroundings, as the halberd was stopped in its path by the ghastly hand. The cleric frowned and made his next move. The palm of the beast had graped his weapon, but it didn't mean much.

"Hup" Making a quick sound of effort, the man jumped off the ground and used his weapon and the beast's hand as leverage, putting all his momentum into a brutal upside-down kick from a metal-laden boot, aimed straight at the top of its head.

All of these exchanges happened within instants, and the mask of the aberration becamed caved in on its top as it staggered. Hershel took back his weapon, landed in front of the creature, and thrusted into its chest with unparalleled ferocity... yet, such a creature still had grit. It grabbed onto the man's torsto, and onto the weapon impalled onto its chest with its huge hands... and attempted to crush both in its dying throes, yet it wasn't filled with passion to survive nor vindictiveness to take him down with them...

No, it felt cold. Impersonal. Every single one of its moves, animalistics as they are, felt this way... and as such, the man showed a slight sympathetic smirk as his body started gently growing in green hues

The next moment, both his boots were deeply and forcefully inbedded into the ground, and the huge beast... was lifted steadily. By the halberd still stabbed into its bossom, the puppeted abomination lost its grounding and its grip, a natural reaction to the pain. And such an instant was all the duke needed. The moment the creature's grip slipped, the motion sped up and its head was smashed into one of the portruding rocks of the floor... swiftly and brutally ending its life.

The man sighed, pulling out his halberd from the pitiful creature... and noticed he was now surrounded. Small goblins, the big abominations, and an eerie mist battled a lighter one as they enveloped his surroundings...

"...hmph" The man scoffed, and pulled out a different trumpet, ringing it just as the last one... and some of the soldiers and commanders stared at their lord in disbelief yet also... resignation.

As he put away the signaling tool, the man charged head-first into the mist and enemies, all too eager to find out their origin, yet as he plunged into the lighter mist, the man felt himself carried away, unable to resist. Yet, he also didn't feel the need to do so. Maybe, this was going to lead to the origins of such invasion.

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Yet, all of that was just the beginning... a new surrounding, yet a familiar story

A city of the future, marvelous, and its king, greeting everyone without hurting his noble demeanor.

A ragtag assortment of individuals, all from different places, yet some familiar to the duke.

Ganondorf, the one threatening and invading everything... if so, what Hershel must do is clear.

He listened, cooperated and retained questions for when things calmed down. Yet as he observed the group, an all too familiar face that brough a smile to his own was spotted.

The phoenix son, his unique child by choice... though something seemed off, and the kid was not paying too much attention to his surroundings...

No matter. Walking in their direction, towards the table with watches, the man carefully grabs one and skillfully puts it around his right wrist
"Thanks" He smiles at the creator's direction and utters sincere words before turning to a certain crimson boy.

"If you want to put it on, maybe I should help you, Sey?" A gentle, if amused tone was directed at the phoenix descendant

But just as he was about to extend his hand, he felt a weird... rustling? from the right pocket of his coat, one that seemed to be closed shut despite not being secured

"...?" The man let out a puzzled noise as he placed a hand over his pocket, and the thrashing suddenly calmed down.

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Interactions: (Sage) Necessity4Fun
Mention: (Shuri) Twice Knightly (a thank you, and he is seen trying to help sage put on the watch properly)

 

[TheElenaFisher]

Ciri
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Twice Knightly jigglesworth

Remove the corruption and they restore The Cape and free those trapped there. Simple enough, it wasn’t complicated thank god. Though how exactly does one remove this Twilight? That may be where the difficult part comes to light but they’ll get to that issue when they get to it. At the sound of food and drink arriving, she held off until the others got what they wanted before deciding to head over there.

It was only right and besides, it’ll give her time to see any new arrivals appear and see what they were about. So she stayed where she was, continuing what she was doing.

It didn’t take her long to feel a set of eyes on her and she looked to see a man with a red scarf being the source of the gaze, the accent he spoke in being the same as hers. Ciri gave him a small wave before she returned to having her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. That man didn’t seem bad, definitely seems capable enough to be here.

The Witcheress would’ve gone to greet him but he seemed to be occupied with the leader of this group and another person so it’s best to stay out of it for the time being. Though if she was called over or he came up to her, she wouldn’t be opposed to making conversation.​

 

[Sir Skrubbins]

Medic
Interactions: Twice Knightly (Asuka)
Medic's Font = Germania One
Frank's Font = Tahoma



Asuka certainly seemed proud of her dialectic deduction prowess. She was just a child, after all - where was the harm in indulging her? He remembers being much the same, as a little lad. All excited to show papa his first time with a bonesaw! Oh, he was so proud, he fainted on the spot!

Gene-splicing wasn’t an exact science back then. It went wild, though! How fascinating it was to study the viability of a silverback gorilla-human hybrid, quickly followed by an examination of the tactical viability of escape routes from his lab.

“Stuttgart, geboren und aufgewachsen! (Stuttgart, born and bred!)” Medic replied, proudly thumping his chest before following up with more German.

“(Well, Rottenburg, to be precise. Ah, sweet memories of home! Our centuries-old traditions of chasing mad doctors with pitchforks and not being attacked by an army of robots…

…aheh. Traditions fall with time, I suppose.)“​

 

[QizPizza]

Alexis Tenshi

Art by Yueko
Link to CS

INTERACTIONS:
MENTIONS:

It'd been a while since Alexis had joined the MPF on a whim. To her it was like joining the neighborhood PTA for some. For a being who enjoyed the privilege of divine powers and casual travel between dimensions, joining an organization focused on protecting the multiverse seemed like a fun little volunteer opportunity to do every month or so. Of course, she never expected for them to actually have a threat to fight, but they seemed to be taken off guard as well.

As someone who enjoyed the multiverse, she was glad to lend her help. She also would've dragged her husband here to lend his hand, but she knew how he was about working with others. There was also a matter of having someone to watch over their children while she was gone. Alexis was fine with risking her own life, but she would never play with the lives of her children.

That said…

No sooner than after she'd spoken to Lazarus did she feel a rustle among her bushel of tails. Looking behind her, she found a little kit snuggled up among her tails, head buried in the soft, warm fur like a blanket. Picking up the kit and cradling him in her arms, Alexis exclaimed, "Gideon! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be back home with Daddy. It's dangerous out here…"

Being under a year old and yet to develop his humanoid form, Gideon merely mewled and innocently snuggled against his mother. Without any options, Alexis sighed and gently patted her child's fur. "Gideon, you little troublemaker. I don't want to put you in any danger, but it's a little late to take you back home. I'll let you tag along as long as you behave, okay?"

The little kit let out an enthusiastic squeak in agreement, allowing his mom to slip him back into her bundle of tails, where he'd sit safe and secure.

(Open for Interaction)

 

[QizPizza]

GYSGT LAZARUS HUANG (OC)

Art by Black Powder Red Earth
Link to CS

INTERACTIONS: Twice Knightly (Jason Todd) darkred (Marius)
MENTIONS:

Whatever Lazarus was expecting, it wasn't what Jason delivered. Part of him expected the man to be a past ally or an old friend, but to his surprise, Jason didn't seem to recognize him. Maybe Laz was confusing him with someone else, but the tingle in his gut told him that they knew each other at some point. Lazarus apologized, "No, I don't think I'm part of either the MPF or the Cape. I must have confused you for someone else."

Stepping away from Jason, Lazarus weighed his options. Given his disorientation, there weren't many. He could either ignore whatever these guys were doing and try his best to retrace his steps or he could throw his lot in with these guys in a desperate attempt to defeat Ganondorf.

As if that was even a question.

Within his heart and mind, Lazarus resolved to follow Jason and this rag tag group in their quest. Though sparse on details, he'd heard enough to have an inkling of the threat that they face and know that leaving Ganondorf to do as he pleased was a recipe for disaster. Call it the hero within Lazarus, but he refused to let injustice exist uncontested. Evil abounds when good men refuse to confront it.

Looking down at that futuristic watch he was provided, he compared it to the watch already on his wrist. It was a Rolex, dirty and scratched from countless years of hard use, with the spider web of growing cracks spreading underneath the crystal and a second hand that refused to move. Despite its uselessness, Lazarus couldn't help but feel attachment to the broken timepiece. He decided to strap the new watch on his arm right above the old one, before covering both with his sleeve.

Just as he finished, a strange accent caught his ears with a question. He turned to see a man dressed like a centurion straight out of a history textbook. If Lazarus actually knew what was going on, he'd be in a better position to help this man, but he still offered what he could, "I'm also pretty lost here, but from what I'm gathering, we're getting ready for a mission to destroy Ganondorf's centers of gravity throughout the multiverse. Once we've sufficiently degraded his capabilities, we're going to launch an assault on the big man himself. "

 

[Sayo-Nara]

In the far off distance, a large cloud of dust can be seen forming in the distance. It is unclear what could be causing this until the silhouette of a figure can be seen within it. The figure seemed to get larger…. And larger…. How could this be? Is it some sort of giant monster? No…. It was just running towards you all and getting closer. It wasn’t growing. Are you stupid? As the figure approached, the little pitter patter of feet could be heard as its floppy green shoes slammed into the ground with every step. Its speed was alarming and it didn’t take longer than 3 minutes for it to reach the crowd. As it finally arrived, you could all see that it was none other than the giant tortoise himself. The king as some might say. That’s right, king of the koopas…. Koopa the Quick!!!


His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily. All that running really made him need to catch his breath. He frantically looked around as if he was looking for someone…. His nostrils flared again. Not because he was still tired, but because he was quite annoyed now…
“WHERE IS HE!!!!!”

He scanned the area again as a last ditch effort to find his mystery person…. No luck. But he did see one certain person…. He was furious to see this man. If he could even call such a vile rotten beast a man…
“YOU!”

He quickly (quick) ran up to Jason Todd with an angry glint in his eye and a furrow in his brow. As he approached, he angrily stomped his silly green shoe against the ground. If he didn’t calm down he might do something a bit crazy….

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO LUCKY!!! I know you did something to that poor rabbit… you KNEW I had an important delivery for him!! I have this suicide note from Lana and everything!!”

He pulled out a tattered and almost torn piece of paper that had literally ineligible writing on it. Like seriously. You cannot read it.

Suddenly, the big headed brainiac boy named Dib interjected into this wacky scenario.



“Eeerm…. Listen pal…. Lana is right over there…. You seem familiar and to be quite honest you really tick me off for some reason…. You better get out of here before I have to do something I might regret….”

He flashed a mean glare at the turtle as he pointed to Lana who was casually eating one of the burgers that was provided.

“huh?”
She said with a mouthful of burger… mmm burger…

Koopa the Quick was furious. How dare this small child talk to him like this… either way he couldn’t stay here much longer. He had other stuff to do.

“Listen here mister Jason Todd…. You’ve made an enemy today… so you better watch out bub…. A Koopa never forgets…. And a Koopa sure as hell never forgives…. Watch your back you sick bastard….”

with that, he scurried off to safety. He was gone in an instant… Dib however was proud of himself for dealing with that crazy tortoise.



“Heh… that’s 1 point for Dib and 0 points for these wacky characters….”


Twice Knightly
TheElenaFisher jigglesworth darkred CocoaMarshmallow ​

 

[megar]

Josuke Higashikata​

"Ah, don't mention it! I've had this ability for almost as long as I can remember. I'd feel terrible not trying."

He does quite like being called a pretty face, though, and his face grows an obvious smile from hearing it.

How long has it been, now, anyway? He'd lost track of the time, once, but... ever since he spoke to Mr Jotaro, it was obvious. So it's been... maybe ten, eleven years since then? And he's been helping people the same way that guy did him ever since.

"Ehh... I don't really get what it is, though. Stands are like... the physical form of a person's life energy. I think? What I do know is that only other Stand users can see..." Josuke trails off for a moment, his brow furrowing. That entire exchange didn't even make any sense, did it? "You heard it... weird. Ain't that something?" For as little sense as it might make, he also still doesn't really fully get Stands to begin with, so what does it matter, anyway?

Besides! There's more important things to deal with.

"Well, whatever. Alright, gang! Let's eat!"

​

Josuke gleefully struts back to the table and grabs himself a burger and one of the elusive milkshakes. He's not missing out on that, no way! He quickly takes a sip of his milkshake out of its straw... and his expression lights right up, stars practically in his eyes.

"You gotta get in on this, Raz! It's great!"

It's like he's not worried about the whole multiverse-level threat at all.

Jeremiah , brandy-schmandy​

 

[BoltBeam]

She remained distanced from most of the group, but as much as she would have loved for it to stay that way, she hears some movement nearby - and as she turns to face where they are coming from, being alone was no longer the case. She was met with what appeared to be... just a human. Boy? Girl? Hard to tell - not that she cared, details like 'that' are not worth her time. She remained quiet as she who approached began to speak.

“Excuse me. You don’t seem to be comfortable around large groups of people, an understandable sentiment."

She nodded with a straight face. "Yes - there are quite a lot of people here, after all. I do understand the need for all of these people, but... it is a bit cramped, isn't it?" She spoke in a similarly flat and serious tone of voice - she said it exactly how it is, and she's just a tiny bit annoyed that she wasn't able to avoid everyone. But, on the bright side, this is but a minor annoyance that will ultimately serve as not an obstacle, but a stepping stone towards connecting with one of many of these strange people that are gathered here.

"I’m sure you have many questions much like the rest of us, maybe it would be best if we went over what we know so far?”

"From what I'm aware, it's a long story - I'm trying to piece it together myself, but even then..." And as much as she wished that was an understatement, calling it a long story would not do it any justice. She sighed as she looked at the person in front of her, remaining calm as she spoke again, continuing from where she left off. "Assuming you got here at the same time as everyone else, the essential information has already been discussed. Our homes - our home worlds? Under new ownership - and many more worlds beyond that. The intended plan is supposed to be travelling to some of these worlds that have fallen to corruption, and purging the sources out of those worlds - to return them to how they used to be while simultaneously weakening the one responsible."

Beat.

"That, from my understanding, is the short version. There's no way it's that simple - and with what little we do know about the person claiming these worlds as their territories, I doubt that he would be so bold as to leave sources of his power unguarded." She pauses for a moment as she hears that the food has arrived - formerly mentioned earlier, but now it had arrived. She glanced towards the tables on which the items were set and then back to who she was talking to, motioning them along as she began to walk to the table in question - after all, how are they supposed to function without a full stomach? Knowing the big task ahead of them, the energy could very well be vital.

Within seconds she's helped herself to a burger, some fries, and a humble bottle of water - stood to the side as to not get in anyone's way - and biting her way into the burger she now holds in her hands - pausing for a moment to properly digest the chunk she just bit out of the burger and let it into her system. "So, what about you? How much of all of this mess do you understand?"

Spoiler: CHARACTER INFO

Hex Code: #487ea8
Font: Tahoma
Status (physically): Fine
Status (mentally/emotionally): Fine
Items: ★Rock Cannon (inactive), Black Blade (inactive), Watch (inactive, on right wrist)
Skills/Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed, and durability
Course of action: THONK/FOOOOOOOOD!

Spoiler: RP INFO/INTERACTIONS

Location: Wakanda (Courtyard)
Interactions: Naoto TheElenaFisher
Mentions: None
Nearby/In Group: Pretty much everybody

 

[BarrenThin2]

CS

Hell had come to Reverentia's home.

No matter how many of these bizarre creatures, like oversized goblins, she slaughtered, there were always ten to take its place. An army that could come from anywhere at anytime had assailed them day and night for weeks, and, even with Mori's ring preserving her, she was starting to feel the effects of exhaustion. It was a war not even the Ancients, gods walking amongst them, seemed fated to win. Perhaps they'd never fall themselves, but what good would that be if everyone they were protecting was dead? Still, they were the world's only hope. Only they possessed the might to even potentially stave off these invaders, as they had other interlopers into their world before. Compared to them, Reverentia was a bug. She was no more than a Hobgoblin facing an army with four other similarly deranged lunatics hurling themselves into a suicide mission. When the cavalry came though, someone with a beacon of hope, it wasn't to one of the Ancients. It was to her.

All Reverentia could do was fight and fight and fight until her knuckles bled. Fight and fight and fight until she could barely lift her arms. Fight and fight and fight until every step felt like the labor of a god. It was only a matter of time until someone she cared about was hurt, or worse. It'd taken time to find people to love, people to hold close to her, and every day it became more clear those people were at risk. When a hand in friendship, or at least alliance, was extended to her through the mist, she lunged for it. It was a lifeline, a beacon -- her only hope of making a difference in what was happening, even if it meant leaving those people behind without saying goodbye. They would forgive her for it later, if they ever saw her again.

Everything that came after was a blur. Bizarre faces from bizarre realms wielding bizarre weapons and powers she'd never heard of. The only figure she even remotely recognized as being from a world even barely resembling her own was the Drow across the room from her, and it was not a recognition that exactly set the Hobgoblin alight with joy. For the moment, she steered clear of Minthara, cloak wrapped around her torso, obscuring much of it. When offered a watch, she simply nodded, bowed slightly to the apparent king that was their host, and put it on her wrist. It was unlike any watch she'd ever seen before, and, while she was familiar with the concept, it didn't exactly seem to be made to tell time.

Before long, Mori had meandered back into the same corner of the room she'd been hiding in at the start. Talking to strangers was only really her forte when she was putting on a show, and she had no interest in deceiving these people, nor could she likely frighten them if she even wanted to. So a tall, dark-armored masked woman standing at almost military attention in the corner in a sight admittedly more awkward than frightening was what they got. Her hand idly rested on the hilt of her rapier, the greatest betrayal of her unease.

The food was the first thing that got her to really stir from the corner after a while. While her ring meant she didn't have to eat, her mind still chided her for going long periods without doing it. It is simply good for the mind to participate in routine. That includes meals. So, finally, she shifted out of the corner once more to collect a burger for herself.

She also wanted to get away from that weird... turtle thing, so the distance this created didn't hurt.

The Drow from earlier wondered allowed at the food, causing Reverentia's upper lip to curl back behind her mask. She glanced over before commenting, her first words since arriving gruff and simple, "It's a burger." When Minthara was done marveling at the wonders of bottled water, Reverentia tossed one towards the Paladin. Unlike Minthara, she didn't remove her gauntlets. She still hadn't even taken off her mask. It would take some time for the group to truly get to "Yeah, we're chill like that" territory with the vigilante, who walked as though she was surrounded by potential enemies as much as present allies. She barely tilted the mask up before taking a bite herself, as though to demonstrate. Her deadpan tone and masked expression made it challenging to tell whether she was being sincere or dryly mocking.

Jeremiah
@Open​

 

[Twice Knightly]

"The... regular kind?" Jason cannot say that he is very knowledgeable on dragons and their different kinds of species, but Illumina started listing them off directly. They don't really have much time to finish the conversation, though, thanks to Illumina's apparent objection to meat. He supposes that makes sense... even talking animals can be herbivores, after all. "Alright. Try not to throw up."

With nothing more than a nod, he soon turns to back to Lazarus, "Yeah... you may have me confused with someone else. Sorry."

Only a moment of silence follows that. This time, it's someone that he fully recognizes in more than just species. While it's true that they hadn't met until a few minutes ago, seeing his name and picture pop up in the prior incident reports meant that he was at least familiar. He grips his hand when extended and gives it a firm shake in return.

"Eh, it's not so bad," he responds, his tone measured and calm. "After all - I've got the British army backing me, don't I?" he lets that hang until he withdraws the hand and turns to face Lazarus, "That's about the gist of it."

Of course, in truth, he's terrified. Terrified of what's to come. Back home, he usually only had to manage a city - maybe two. The entire world tends to bleed more into Bruce's work with the League. The entire Multiverse resting on the shoulders of the team he's been left to lead? It's more than a lot. But... all the same, he knows that he needs to not let that weakness show. The second he does, the others will feel it, too. Even if they seem pretty confident so far - these definitely aren't the kind of people he can let his guard down around. Not too many people are.

He's caught off guard by the stupid fucking turtle and the pitter-pattering of its big, floppy green shoes.



His reaction to the entire thing - quite literally all of it, is to simply look down at Dib. The big-headed boy he went to space with. As far as he knew, the last time he was seen was when he fell in that ship and never got up.

"How the fuck did you even get here, Dib?"

CocoaMarshmallow jigglesworth QizPizza Sayo-Nara TheElenaFisher darkred​

 

[isupposeimphi]

Blake Belladonna ~ From Shadows​

Not long after she became absorbed into her story, Blake had been approached by someone; one of the many unfamiliar faces. It was... strange. She'd looked over the people that were here, but this man, he hadn't been among them yet. A late arrival...?

Yet, something about this man in red was... wrong, was off-putting.

There was this inexplicable feeling that she was looking at something, or rather someone, who should not exist.

It was subtle, subtle enough that had she not been experienced as she was with these affairs, she might've just excused it as nerves. Before she could speak, however, another approached her. The man who stood alongside Jason, and the king of this place. She could surmise his name to be T'Challa, but those two pieces of information was just about all she knew.

Regardless of how the conversation was proceeding without her, Blake still listened in for a while. Every piece of information from the people that seemed to congregate around her; the man in Red, the king of this place, and the orange-haired woman. It served as a little extra context for what was going on... but that was it.

Without a word, Blake quickly slipped away from the bubble of conversation wordlessly, departing to an area slightly more out of the way with a sigh.

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[isupposeimphi]

Marisa Kirisame ~ Ordinary Magician​

"Just 'bout the best reasons a girl can get, eh? I'll make sure t' get into a lotta trouble so you don't get too bored." Marisa chuckled as Reimu finally seemed to calm down. "We've got plenty'a time before we have to go out and rush into danger."

"Psst, look over there." Taking her arm off of Reimu's shoulder, Marisa points over at the man who seemed to be pulling an endless array of unfamiliar food out of various paper bags. "Been a bit since we've had hot food. Smells good, too! Kinda looks like the food in those old posters that pop up in Kourindou, doesn't it?"

megar ​

 

[Twice Knightly]

Asuka finds herself laughing along, although she can't say she really relates in the slightest. She understands enough about this Multiverse business to understand that he and everyone else were born into worlds different from hers. Worlds that hadn't been ravaged by the Second Impact... that didn't require children to pilot the robots intended to save humanity. In all honesty, she's still grappling with all that. With how it was all a damn lie. It's a lot to think about, even still. Before she wound up here, her world was hardly even worth saving...

She's not even sure why she came along, really. It's not like she really cares about whatever happens to the Multiverse. Is it because people can still come back, like her and Shinji did? Or... did she maybe just want a place to belong again, if only for a short while?

She ends her laughter with a sigh.

"It's nice having someone around that I can talk to. I was honestly kind of worried that I wouldn't," she responds, reverting back to English for now. It'll probably be easier in a group of people who mostly speak it. She shouldn't get too comfortable. "Have you been involved with one of these things before? You seemed pretty chummy with the guy in the red helmet."

Sir Skrubbins​

 

[Twice Knightly]

"...I'm not a servant," Leo bluntly responds to Clovis as he grabs himself a burger and undoes the wrapper. With a mouth half full and crumbs falling out of his mouth, he continues, "I'fm actfooaly uhn ohve thehe orivinhal mehmbhers..." he finally swallows it. "...thank you."

He curiously watches as someone else approaches the table and starts... fiddling with a water bottle instead of drinking it. Weird. Do they really not have water bottles where she's from? He guesses he's heard of weirder, but... still. "Do you need any he--" Oh, no, wait. Someone else is handling that. Okay then. Instead, he turns his head to face the other man who came to get food. Leo regards him with nothing more than a simple nod. He seemed to know the first boy who walked over here. Sey? Hm. Strange name.

He casually reaches into one of the bags to grab himself some water. As he's unscrewing the cap, though, something else catches his eye. It's something that most everyone else probably didn't even pick up on, but thanks to his... unique ability, he did almost immediately. She watches with a tilt of his head as the woman before him takes what looks like a small fox and slips it into her tails. Could that be a... pet? Or maybe that lady's his mother? It'd explain all the tails, at least. He's not even really perturbed by that. There's creatures like that everywhere in Hellsalem's Lot, after all.

All he knows is that critter kinda reminds him of Sonic, and that makes him happy.

"Uh... hey," Leo says to Alexis, casually lifting his hand in greeting. "Who's that little guy ya got there?"

QizPizza CocoaMarshmallow Thexcentrichilean Necessity4Fun Jeremiah BarrenThin2​

 

[Twice Knightly]

"I am glad to have been of service," Shuri responds to Minthara with a deadpan expression, and then a sigh. She purses her lips for a moment as she looks over the mess now spread across her work desk, "A good way to repay me would have probably been not using my work desk as a dinner table... but it's fine."

She grumbles something else under her breath before moving to gather up the watches and place them on a smaller nearby table.

Jeremiah megar brandy-schmandy​

 

[allegedlydave]

Archer​

---

"Fate, you say?" Archer smirks wryly. "I couldn't have put it better myself, Your Majesty." He glances over to Blake, making note of her departure but promptly returning his focus to T'Challa. "You should understand - I am a being known as a Heroic Spirit. I am composed of magical energy, rather than flesh and blood. I'll get into the details later, should you ask for them - to do so now would be a waste of time and breath. I am of the Archer class, but I am more than capable of fighting at whatever distance I am needed."

Archer pauses for a moment.

"Speaking of which... if you would address me, please, simply call me 'Archer'. I've long since grown used to answering to it."

Archer takes the watch and deftly affixes it to his wrist, taking a moment to look the gadget over once it's on.

"What now, then?"

Twice Knightly isupposeimphi ​

 

[Twice Knightly]

"I see..." T'Challa slowly nods as Archer explains himself. "Although I am still made of flesh and blood, we possess something similar in Wakandan culture. For us, the spirit... it lives on long after death. When Wakandan royalty dies, it is tradition for the successor to see them one more time in what we call the Astral Dimension."

When asked what to do next, T'Challa simply smiles.

"Soon enough, it will be time for you all to depart. I will stay behind and look after Wakanda. She needs her King," he extends a hand. "But it was an honor meeting you regardless, Archer. I hope our paths cross again before your journey's end."

allegedlydave ​

 

[allegedlydave]

Rex ~ The Only Wish I Have​

---

The television drones. Outside, gunshots ring and fire roars.

"The Rhadamanthus Authority has issued the following statement. All evacuees are to proceed to the nearest government blockade, from which you will be taken by convoy to First Low Orbit Station Rhadamanthus. Attempting to resist or otherwise interact with the creatures attacking our world is strictly advised against. They are aggressive, beyond reason, and will attack any human being they see on sight. This message will repeat until service is lost."

"I ain't askin'. This isn't your battle to fight, y'understand?"

"Like bloody hell it isn't! You want me to just--!"

"I want you to get out of this! I want you to..."

Rex breathes in, restraining his own voice.

"I want you to live on. Take the little ones, give 'em a fightin' chance. It ain't fair, I know... but that's the world we live in."

He places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. Her ears droop downward and she grits her teeth, but the tears fall anyway.

"You bloody..."

Rex pulls her into an embrace, holding tight as he can. So tight it hurts. His fingers dig into the fabric of her dress, and he bites down on his tongue.

"I love you. You, and all you guys."

After a moment that feels as if eternity, he pulls away and meets her eye.

"Now, go on. Take the little'un, find Pyra and Mythra at the evac station."

Rex glances over his shoulder to the man surveying the horizon behind them, his bright red sword in a tight fist at his side.

"We'll hold the bastards here, long as it takes. Besides..."

He taps his chest with his index, right over his heart.

"Gotten out of worse scrapes, haven't we?"

Wordlessly, smiling sadly from ear to ear, she takes off into a run. A smaller figure with ears just like hers stands waiting. Rex almost finds himself pulled toward them to embrace them, one last time, but the screech of the snarling monsters approaching behind him pulls him back.

Thusly does he turn away, taking his place at the side of the man with the red sword.

"How's the missus takin' it?"

"Already boarded a transport. They're on their way."

"Y'know... you don't have to do this. I can go as long as I've got to."

"It's a bit late for this now, don't you think? Besides, it's not going to work. You'd do the same for me."

"Heh... s'pose I would. Can't argue with that, then. You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Right, then."

Rex's grip tightens on his swords, blazing white and red, as the horde gets closer. Close enough to make out their rabid eyes and slavering jaws.

"Let's show 'em a thing or three."

​

---

Rex

A silhouette twice the height of Reimu and Marisa stomps up behind them. His shadow practically blots out the sun as he towers over them, his good eye stern and solemn.

He holds out two plates, each with a juicy burger and healthy serving of fries perched upon them.

"You two. You look like a strong breeze'd snap yous in half. Food's here for a reason, so come on, siddown and get somethin' down ya."

megar isupposeimphi ​

 

[megar]

Reimu Hakurei
​

"Not sure how I feel about the idea of eating outside world food..." Reimu raises an eyebrow as she looks upon it. It sure smells fine enough. It also looks... shiny? Is food supposed to look like that? She can see what looks like vegetables in the sandwich, but she's also pretty sure they're not supposed to shine, so she's not sure if they really are what they look like. "Feels like we should... make sure that it's safe for human consumption, first..."

Her thought process is interrupted by the loud and heavy steps behind her, which is enough to make her straighten up, and then when a shadow is suddenly cast on her she cautiously turns her head around. She is presented with a man. An extremely towering man.

She has no other reaction but being insulted when he actually speaks.

"Hey, hey. Watch your mouth! I'm not fragile!"

The food becomes increasingly tempting when there's a plate of it presented directly to her, though, and her frustration somewhat mutes as she purses her lips.

isupposeimphi allegedlydave​