Doomshroud
𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣
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Kathella
Chaos filled the streets at every corner, Kathella spun frantically trying to track the cause of the commotion but it appeared to be omnipresent. There was no singular cause for the world spread terror, it was everything. The whole planet was having a literal identity crisis. Thousands of rifts had tore the Earth she knew apart, but rather than delivering destruction, it triggered the arrival of an entire country's worth of people; Landmarks and buildings seemed to just appear in place of what lay there before with nothing more than a flash of blinding light. If overpopulation was a problem before, now it could just spell the end of the world. That is, if one side of the planet didn't kill the other side first. Authority was - as of now - non existent, anarchy ruled the streets as the law - even if for a moment - collapsed in on itself. The death toll after the Earth eventually stabilised would be horrendous, it was the perfect time for Supervillains, people like her, and criminals to strike out in whatever goal they had; the threat of villainy was larger than ever before as frightening figures with dangerous powers emerged from the aforementioned rifts across Earth.
But in this case, every negative action has an equal positive reaction. The balancing act of nature, with new villains inevitably came new heroes. From the short amount of research Kathella had managed, entire groups of special beings had arrived with names like "X-Men," "Avengers" and "S.H.I.E.L.D". Heroes or not, they would certainly clash with the Earthen protectors the Kryptonian had grown to know, of course she spoke of the "Justice League". Whilst the heroes destroyed each other, villains would cause huge swathes of destruction across the face of the planet. This allowed people of power to rise from the ashes of war, those strong enough to climb the corpses of their enemies would sit atop the world like a great King - no a Queen - overlooking her conquests. This was in essence Kathella's plan, she was an Agent of Ambition. Perhaps the gifts that this world granted her led to corruption, everyone knows the saying on Earth, "Power Corrupts" but it mattered little.
Even amongst the screams of terrified citizens and the deafening roars of combat, the distinct sound of explosions and gunfire filled the distance. Yet what was most peculiar was how ignored the former Martial Artist was; here she stood, fully equipped in Kryptonian Battle Armour, sticking out as a definitive danger - or maybe savior, if they took her for a hero. Yet the lack of reaction their petrified faces gave could mean only one thing - unusual sights such as her must have been seen in great abundance over the last few hours. The environment was no worse for ware, either. Entire buildings lay collapsed and in flames, glass-shards seemed to mask every inch of the bloodied roads and pavements. There were many bodies, strewn wherever her eyes lingered. some living, some barely. Most not.
She knew she had to work quickly, in a matter of hours the new Heroes, the old Heroes, all the advanced organisations, all the governments - everybody - would be working to restore order and stop the sudden surge of villainy. With the heroes having their hands full, the United Justice League posed little-to-no threat to her, not currently - meaning it was her opportunity to make a great impact on the heroing world - she had to stand out amongst thousands of new villains, the solution was really quite simple. She was going to throw the biggest military-looking plane she could find, and send it spiralling to the ground in a burning ball of charred, mangled wreckage.
With a devious smirk, she pushed her feet off the ground in a powerful push; a mere moment later she soared far above the smoking city of Metropolis, the view was something to behold. It was as if the world had been set aflame, even from miles up the echoing shrill cries of misery were still capable of reaching her ears, yet the time for "sight-seeing" wasn't now, not when she had eyes on her target: an enormous Hovercraft she'd never seen the likes of before, a literal flying fortress. It must be from the other world, it's destruction would make for a fine message indeed. Krypton had possessed a great array of technological wonders but even this one left her breathless. It was perfect. Such a technological marvel would be nigh-unmissable, not ignorable - the world will know a single being was responsible for the obliteration of such a powerful behemoth. Her.
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NaturalQueen
I like peaches
Zoe River
Falling asleep on her dressing table, Zoe was tired and she had no idea what the time was, maybe late nearly in the afternoon. Until someone knock on the door she gasps, managing to elbow her phone as she brought her head up, yet she hadn't noticed when she lifted her head up to scan everything dumbfoundingly. ''Zoe get up!'' Her little sister Lily called. It was strange to hear another irritating noise while she slumbered, except her alarms. She finally did her hair and was dressed. Wearing brown ankle boots, black jeggings, white long sleeve shirt with a pretty red checkered poncho. She worked very long hours yesterday and now she manages to crack her phone ''Oh....shit!'' the screen was broken into many pieces. She was confused but imagine it to be and slightly overwhelmed by the results, this phone cost so much! She needed to take it to a repair shop or something, but she didn't really want to pay so she tried changing the matter of the screen.. however it didn't work, the broken pattern just shifted and now didn't look ordinary- now she believe people would be wondering how it broke. It would probably seem suspicious as well to others in particular, but now it started to spark. Zoe might have damaged the battery again. ''Great..'' she sighs, pouting typically as she stared out of her attic window. Yes, she had an amazing decorated attic as her bedroom, lots of room and few large windows on each side, she would normally sneak out the window but it seems Lily wanted to see her anyway.
Zoe ventured down the stairs and gone into the public cafe, where all strangers in town would have lunch or breakfast perhaps. ''Lily, can you tell Dory I need to go down to the shop and try to get my phone fix? I happen to...'' Zoe lifted it, showing the damage to her younger sister. ''What the hell Zoe! wasn't the phone $800'' She jump down her throat for a mere accident, Zoe wish she didn't say that.. people might want to steal! She thought maybe if people were ease dropping. ''Not even that, but look how it's crack.. how did you manage this... it has gone all curvy, the cracks I mean- it's weird!'' Lily continue before Zoe told her. ''No....that was me.'' Pulling her lips back, they both nodded. Now Lily understood, Zoe now thought she should have never mess with it. ''I don't really want to pay for the repairs..'' Then Lily sigh ''And I'm meant to be the younger sister- here!'' Lily went behind the counter and took money from the till ''No, Lily I ca--'' there was no reason, she just didn't want to pay another $200. ''Just take it, you have the day off anyway. Since you pretty much took off your working hours from last night, that would have been today.'' She explains so Zoe nodded taking the money and she left. It was nice knowing she had a day off, but who knows what could be around the corner, she wanted to get there in one piece... but at the same time not, to pay anyway, she like buying pencil, crayons, acrylic paints, canvases. She was an excellent artist who thought maybe in the future she could work in that industry.
Now the young teenager was storming the streets like everyone else, she look ordinary, fading in with the crowd she presumes was working.. she always felt wary after her other life in London, she may had a different accent but it not like she talk to many people she thought. She watched the sky as she walks, obviously, she made sure not to walk into anyone and she defiantly did take her time. Maybe... something would happen, something interesting, something fun like an action movie.
Falling asleep on her dressing table, Zoe was tired and she had no idea what the time was, maybe late nearly in the afternoon. Until someone knock on the door she gasps, managing to elbow her phone as she brought her head up, yet she hadn't noticed when she lifted her head up to scan everything dumbfoundingly. ''Zoe get up!'' Her little sister Lily called. It was strange to hear another irritating noise while she slumbered, except her alarms. She finally did her hair and was dressed. Wearing brown ankle boots, black jeggings, white long sleeve shirt with a pretty red checkered poncho. She worked very long hours yesterday and now she manages to crack her phone ''Oh....shit!'' the screen was broken into many pieces. She was confused but imagine it to be and slightly overwhelmed by the results, this phone cost so much! She needed to take it to a repair shop or something, but she didn't really want to pay so she tried changing the matter of the screen.. however it didn't work, the broken pattern just shifted and now didn't look ordinary- now she believe people would be wondering how it broke. It would probably seem suspicious as well to others in particular, but now it started to spark. Zoe might have damaged the battery again. ''Great..'' she sighs, pouting typically as she stared out of her attic window. Yes, she had an amazing decorated attic as her bedroom, lots of room and few large windows on each side, she would normally sneak out the window but it seems Lily wanted to see her anyway.
Zoe ventured down the stairs and gone into the public cafe, where all strangers in town would have lunch or breakfast perhaps. ''Lily, can you tell Dory I need to go down to the shop and try to get my phone fix? I happen to...'' Zoe lifted it, showing the damage to her younger sister. ''What the hell Zoe! wasn't the phone $800'' She jump down her throat for a mere accident, Zoe wish she didn't say that.. people might want to steal! She thought maybe if people were ease dropping. ''Not even that, but look how it's crack.. how did you manage this... it has gone all curvy, the cracks I mean- it's weird!'' Lily continue before Zoe told her. ''No....that was me.'' Pulling her lips back, they both nodded. Now Lily understood, Zoe now thought she should have never mess with it. ''I don't really want to pay for the repairs..'' Then Lily sigh ''And I'm meant to be the younger sister- here!'' Lily went behind the counter and took money from the till ''No, Lily I ca--'' there was no reason, she just didn't want to pay another $200. ''Just take it, you have the day off anyway. Since you pretty much took off your working hours from last night, that would have been today.'' She explains so Zoe nodded taking the money and she left. It was nice knowing she had a day off, but who knows what could be around the corner, she wanted to get there in one piece... but at the same time not, to pay anyway, she like buying pencil, crayons, acrylic paints, canvases. She was an excellent artist who thought maybe in the future she could work in that industry.
Now the young teenager was storming the streets like everyone else, she look ordinary, fading in with the crowd she presumes was working.. she always felt wary after her other life in London, she may had a different accent but it not like she talk to many people she thought. She watched the sky as she walks, obviously, she made sure not to walk into anyone and she defiantly did take her time. Maybe... something would happen, something interesting, something fun like an action movie.
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DankWaffles
Go Home, Go Bed
BRYCE BISHOP, KRYPTONIAN
The sky had ripped open and flashed with a bright purple, the universe that Bryce had known, was now being forever changed. Two universes clashing together, to form a new universe, one in which all sorts of superheroes, and villains, would realm. This is an absolute phenomenon to see all of these different heroes, as stated from Bryce's adopted father. Bryce was always told that HE was extraordinary, but not anymore. He felt jealousy slowly make it's way through his mind, coursing through his veins and his heart. If there was anything he wanted out of life, it was to make his parents proud, mainly because these were the only parents he knew. Ever since he crash landed on Earth, he couldn't remember anything about his Kryptonian life. He would occasionally get a glimpse of what his life was back on Krypton. It was splendid to say the least. He had a dog, a h'raka that he would take to school, and a family. His family was just as good as the Bishops on Earth, but there was one 'vision' that scared Bryce as soon as he saw it. It was his final moments on Krypton. He saw his mother and father preparing the same pod he came to Earth in. Then, he entered the pod and... it all went blank. Bryce didn't see anything past that.
Bryce still continued his training at the S.T.A.R. Labs in Metropolis. Superman, Superboy, or Supergirl would often come by and assist in training Bryce. He preferred to work with Superboy, since they were both males and around the same 'age', but he was still happy to receive any help he could. Today's training was revolved around using his power of Heat Vision. This particular power was VERY harmful, but at the same time useful. The major downfall of using heat vision was that it drained his solar absorption much faster then the rest of his abilities, which was normal. Bryce was focusing his vision and then *BLAST* red beams shot out of his eyes, the veins in his eyes were now pure red. It was a little painful to say the least, but doing this would help Bryce understand his limits, that is if he had any.
"You are now approaching 427 degrees Celsius. That is what in Fahrenheit?" ,Bryce's mother said, as he burned his heat vision into a thermometer, able to withstand thousands of degrees.
"800.6 degrees Fahrenheit." ,Bryce answered her question.
"Good. Alright you can stop for now." ,Bryce's adoptive mother stated, looking down at her datapad and entering in new calculations. "Honey, the front desk says there is a visitor here to see you. Why don't you go see who it is." ,his mother added.
Bryce didn't say anything. Instead, he just did what she said and went do to the main entrance. When he got to the front desk, he didn't see anyone, even the secretary was missing.
He was about to head back upstairs until he heard a voice behind him say, "Hey Bryce.".
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Field Marshall
Eight Thousand Club
Shin was caught in a pretty raw deal, he only came to America to search for the Red Muramasa blade forged with a piece of Wolverine's soul. Now he is trapped amongst the sea of chaos or rather above it, since he temporarily took a rest on top of a skyscraper somewhere in New York. He currently checking back in on how things are in Japan, seems no cities were popping up but new people and buildings were popping up. Apparently already violence was breaking out both of the nornal criminal sort and of the super sort. He just hoped Clan Yashida would be smart and use the chaos to their advantage and not let it work against them.
"I need to get a move on to Westchester County." Shingen reminded himself standing up. But because of the airport he came in at his journey would likely end up taking him through New York City probably one of the worst places to be during a time a like this. He was already wearing his armor and on that cue the face plates locked together before his the jets in his greave ignited blasting him into the air. Once he was high enough there was a sonic boom as his boots began to propel him at mach speed.
"I need to get a move on to Westchester County." Shingen reminded himself standing up. But because of the airport he came in at his journey would likely end up taking him through New York City probably one of the worst places to be during a time a like this. He was already wearing his armor and on that cue the face plates locked together before his the jets in his greave ignited blasting him into the air. Once he was high enough there was a sonic boom as his boots began to propel him at mach speed.
CasualDragon
Actual Live Dragon
Kamala had been out for a celebratory snack after a fairly good fight with some sub-par thief. She was sitting at a small metal round table on an uncomfortable, small metal chair with a face full of burrito when things started happening. Things as in the whole world was almost vibrating. Earthquake? That theory was quickly shot down when a freaking rainbow exploded across the sky. People were freaking out but probably none more than Kamala. She painfully swallowed the rest of her food and stood up. How on earth was she supposed to do anything about this. She had one idea, wait to see what would happen. She slunk away and quickly flipped over to her Ms. Marvel persona. People were popping up, buildings were popping up, it was a complete mess. And before long it was over and everything was... darker. It seemed like a gloom had settled over the city. The cityscape had changed as well. There was an abnormal blend of her beloved Jersey City mixed in with someplace that looked like it came straight out of a horror novel. Large, dark, gothic looking buildings loomed around her and she could have sworn that there was lightning somewhere. There was, however, a good possibility that Kamala was imagining things.
It was a bit exciting though. New buildings meant new people. New people meant more superheroes! Unless... She frowned. No, there was no way that this other place didn't have superheroes. What planet didn't have superheroes on it? Well other than the fictional ones. Another thought ran through her mind though that made her slump her shoulders and theatrically sigh. More people also meant more bad guys and probably more super villains. Which was, in all honesty, the last thing she needed. She was trying to get her life in order and this was the opposite of what she needed to do that.
It was a bit exciting though. New buildings meant new people. New people meant more superheroes! Unless... She frowned. No, there was no way that this other place didn't have superheroes. What planet didn't have superheroes on it? Well other than the fictional ones. Another thought ran through her mind though that made her slump her shoulders and theatrically sigh. More people also meant more bad guys and probably more super villains. Which was, in all honesty, the last thing she needed. She was trying to get her life in order and this was the opposite of what she needed to do that.