Multiple Settings Mass Clans: Beyond

[multifreddie13]

A spark appears in thin air. Then a machine with four wheels, and rocket boosters, zooms out of the blue orb; eventually coming to a complete halt. The machine was still steaming, yet the metal of the machine looked icy. The doors of the machine open upwards as the song, Smells Like Teen Spirit, blares from inside the machine to outside. A light blue pegasus with a green and purple mane comes out of the machine with an electric guitar slung on her back.

“This is another dimension!?” Exclaimed A Capella Azul. “Alright! This looks radical!!” As she continues to look around admiring the place like a tourist, the machine gave way and shuts off. Realizing that the music and the engine stopped, she looked back. “Damn! Not this shit again.” She then turned to a group of felines looking at her. One of them eating a churro.

Confused, A Capella looks to the left and to the right getting a double take on if anyone else is looking at her. She then turns back to one of the cats. “Um, whatz up?” She asked Purple in a cool manner.

 

[Moonsound]

“You’re actually going to come across a lot of unaccompanied minors. The symphony is known for being safe enough to let youths roam free.” One of the handlers said in response to Pest.

The otter yipped excitedly and nodded, starting to lead Pest over to his luggage happily.

“I made it all the way from the space port on my own. They said if I got confused to just ask one of you guys.” The young otter boy explained as he lead Pest over to two luggage bags. They were light blue with white accents; one was metal and larger than the otter himself with wheels while the other was a double-duffel saddle bag the otter could easily carry on his own. The wheeled luggage stuck out not just due to it’s size but it’s apparent make and model. It was not made for the boy’s species and didn’t even look to be made for quadrupeds. This fact was only more apparent when the otter started pushing his luggage like it was a grocery basket.

“Pestilence, we were able to contact the boy’s teacher. He’s to be staying on the 16th floor of the Elysium hotel in the stadium; it’s in the quadruped sector that you all are going to. Escort him to the stadium and if you want to you can take him to his lodging.” The female handler from earlier explained. The otter boy in question seemed content to stay next to Pest and happily appreciated the way animals would move around Pest due to his status as God-Ring enforcement.

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Purple’s eyes managed gleamed even brighter than before after Thrush spoke. With that Trin turned towards the stand and took a step towards it.

“Do you two want one too?” Trin asked, looking over at Bailey and Streak. Bailey, the light brown young tom, nodded eagerly while trying to keep said eagerness from showing in his expression. Trin made his way over to the stand and went about procuring the churros. As he placed his paw on the scanner to confirm the purchase a thought occurred to him.

“These are safe for rock-based organisms to eat?” Trin asked, while Purple yoinked her churro from the vendor’s outstretched wing. They were a five foot tall bird of prey with reflective wing tips.

“What?” The vendor asked back while handing out the churros.

“Carbon based! Safe for carbon based life-forms?! Mineral based organics, you know, nickel, iron, stuff like that?” Trin asked.

“Huh? OH! Yes yes! Safe for organics like you! I got my Interspecies food handling license two days ago!” The large bird yelled back over the crowd.

“Congrats! Thank you.” Trin meowed, finally grabbing the last churro and handing it to Bailey.

“Thank you! Happy Symphony Day!” The vendor chirped in response. Trin gave them a smile and turned away. Purple hopped off his back to enjoy her treat, going over to Thrush to talk about it’s flavor. Trin was about to ask Flame if he liked the flavor of the churro when Lexi Vettor stiffened up.

“Portal!” She informed as she usually did, always able to detect them before anyone else. Only this time her voice was a bit more nervous. A moment later a car came barreling out of a blue orb and skidded to a halt across the busy street, causing alien animals of all shapes and sizes to dive out of the way. An animal reminiscent of a pegasus but more stocky stepped out of the vehicle, spoke a few lines of clear english, then looked around until her gaze landing on them.

“Um, whatz’up?” Was all the pony girl had to say to them. Trin and pretty much everyone on the street were frozen in shock for a bit. The pony didn’t seem to be an immediate threat so everyone was content to just take what just happened. Said pause in reaction lasted no more than a second after she addressed them however. One second after A Capella spoke, multiple laser sights were trained onto her form, mainly her chest.

“Down!”
“Down on the ground!”
“What were you thinking!?”
“Do not move!”
“Police, no sudden moves!”
“God-ring enforcement! Down!”
“DOWN ON THE GROUND”
“On your knees!”
“Wings out! Let us see your wings!”

A cacophony of yells, yowls, growls, threats, and orders were hurled at A Capella from not just animals in the group but other God-Ring Enforcement animals in the general vicinity as well as local police. All the orders were accompanied by animals aiming guns at her as well Be it guns mounted on the vests of quadrupeds, or wielded by the bipedal local police the fact of the matter was the same. There were suddenly a lot of guns being brandished, and they were all pointed at A Capella.

 

[Filament]

"Uh huh." Pest responds to the handler as a car comes flying out of a portal.
"That's very impressive, you made it quite far." The orange cat would offer as encouragement, having practically zero skill at dealing with children, even when he'd had his own. "Do you want some help with that?" The male would offer, getting ready to help the Otter push the luggage if he said yes. He wondered if this was what being good felt like, that wriggling sense of pride he had for helping someone other than himself.

"Ugh, just call me Pest." interrupts when the female handler calls him by his full name. "Don't worry kid, we've located your sensei, I'll take you to them." Pest mews excitedly, picking up the pace a little bit. Even though he was working there sure was a lot to see. He had to say he looked pretty good in his plate carrier, which he only noticed when he saw his reflection in opaque gel-like species.
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"I'll try one." Streak mews, licking his lips at the smell. He didn't know what a churro was but it smelled good and the odors of sugar, oil and cinnamon were way to strong to not try at least one.
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Flame thought he was one of the first of the team to aim his gun at the unfamiliar type of animal that had emerged from the vehicle. He didn't say anything, notably because yelling had already filled the air from the other team members. No anger showed on his face and honestly he was more confused than anything. It had been his belief that only Demons drove cars, Angels preferred flying.
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Hal was actually one of the first to aim his gun at the animal and the car. Being knocked from his daze almost immediately by the sudden emergence of a car and a type of animal he'd never seen before. "Down on the ground! Spread your wings!" The tom would shout, his voice taking on a harshness that was becoming the norm lately.

 

[Firestorm of TempestPack]

Thrush stiffens as Lexi calls out the incoming portal, fur bristling at the new surge of electricity in the air. Without second thought, Thrush leaps over Purple, quickly backpedaling into the violet furred shecat to push her, Bailey and Streak away from the unseen danger. Once well away from the sparking orb Thrush drops into a defensive stance in front of the feline youth. Her comrades spring into action, hefting their weapons and surrounding the pegasus after they exit the vehicle.

Nyx flinches instinctually at the command to get down but pushes through it to draw her taser. "Please comply calmly or we will use nonlethal force to subdue you." She instructs cooly, raising her voice to be heard but not allowing anger to taint the pleasant sound. They're not even at the stadium and already someone's causing trouble.

Thistle and Lethe each turn to the animals that have stopped to gawk and calmly usher them along. "Everything is under control, please continue to the stadium."

"Sorry for the disruption, have a wonderful Symphony Day." Thistle mews cheerily. The ruddy tom dips his head apologetically to a family of Valerians as they start walking.

 

[multifreddie13]

As soon as A Capella saw lasers pointing at her chest she quickly looked up as she was surrounded by law enforcement with guns drawn at her. With her eye pupils shrunk and wings spread, she slowly backed all the way up until her flank touched the machine. “Uh oh” she muttered as the group of law enforcement told her to get down.

With quick thinking, she started to flap her wings as she tried to escape, but was quickly taken down by another officer that looked like a eagle. “You’re not going anywhere” said the officer in aggressive tone. “You’re coming with us”. A Capella rolled her eyes in defeat as she was pinned down to the ground and being cuffed. She looked over at the machine as the officers not only picked up her guitar, but her satchel as well. The officers appear to be searching inside the machine.

 

[Moonsound]

Bystanders slowly started to funnel around the ongoing incident. Curious eyes, ears, and noses pointed towards the area as they are ushered along. Eventually, the band began playing music once again and normalcy returned.

Nastiel, Trin, and Lexi all approached A Capella and her vehicle. A panther patted her down before declaring that she had no weapons on her person.

“She’s clean. No traces of radiation, chemicals, or biological agents.” The panther explained as he walked past. The large gathering of enforcement officers was quickly dissipating now that the situation was under control. There were still thousands of animals to monitor on this block alone.

“She doesn’t look like a threat.” Nastiel commented, allowing his gun to slide back onto his side. Lexi and Trin followed suit. Trin and Lexi approached A Capella while Nastiel went over to the car.

Nastiel, a dark navy furred alien of mostly feline appearance, hopped into the vehicle and looked about. His yellow eyes scanned the interior of the vehicle for a bit before he hopped out and join Trin and Lexi at the pegasus.

Trin looked at the restrained equid and hummed.

“Red eyes. Those are rare.” The red eyed tom noted, taking in as many details of the pegasi’s appearance as he could. After several long moments he finally addressed her.

“You have any idea what you just did?” Trin asked A Capella, more curiously than accusatorially. While he did so a couple much larger god-ring animals that looked like some kind of terrifying mix between lion and rhino showed up and began to push A Capella’s car out of the way and into a nearby alleyway.


—

Purple and Bailey both tripped over one another, backpedaling into Streak in the process. Purple looked through Thrush’s legs to see what was going on, churro still in her mouth.

—

The nameless security guards that came with Nastiel joined Thistle and Lethe as well as multiple other officers in ushering everyone around the scene and encouraging them to keep walking.

—

Speed watched the goings on intently, but was quick to take in the situation and digest it.

“You guys got this? Yeah? Sweet, Holly let’s go.” Speed meowed in the general direction of the group, not actually waiting for a response.

“Hey! Shouldn’t we…” Penny, a brown sheline, started to reprimand Speed but trailed off when Speed looked eager to reply and not at all chastised.

“Hey handlers. Is our unit, Legionnaire Redeemer on shift yet?” Speed asked through the comms while looking at Penny with a smug grin.

“…..Not technically.” The male handler answered with a hidden sigh, understanding what Speed was getting at.

“Yes! Come on Holly, my culture’s got a surprise you don’t want to miss. And maybe we can check out some of the vendors before our shift starts.” Speed meowed eagerly, nodding for her to follow before the medium length furred, gray she-cat took off through the crowd. Keesipip, an ash colored she-cat took off after Speed as well, since everyone in the group heard that they weren’t technically obligated to do their jobs yet. After her was Hunter and Stalker.

“WOO! Let’s go see the symphony!” Speed yowled loudly. Her cry was met with positivity by the crowd. Penny watched them go and looked back at the current incident going on. The brown she-cat hesitated for a moment before rolling her eyes at herself and chasing after Speed and the rest; eager to see the Symphony herself.

It didn’t take them long to reach the outskirts of the gargantuan stadium. Acres of perfectly manicured green grass surrounded the stadium and animals were making prime use of the land. Despite the Symphony not having officially started yet, there were an impossible to count amount of animals on the Symphony Stadium Lawn as a marble sign informed you the area was called. But unlike the streets leading to the Symphony the flatness and openness of the lawn made the no-doubt million plus species in the area seem more palpable. There was more space to spread out and you could appreciate the endless variations on just what an alien could look like even more. You could see family reunions going on. And if the smell didn’t tell you, then the sight of grill after grill told you how many animals were having pre-symphony tailgate parties. You could also see pick-up games of all sorts from the more recognizable soccer or pawball, to much more alien games like one where the teams were apparently tasked with standing in two long rows and staring at each other; and whoever blinked had to run past the opposite team’s line without getting “tackled”. And by tackled, they meant their uniforms were torn off and they were tossed into the spectators who would either cheer or complain depending on their team allegiance. Tons of kids ran around a frolicked through the grass. Couples and families were having picnics. There were a bunch of slip n’ slides set up; most using water but others using oils and other liquids that their species preferred. One of note was using hydrochloric acid as it’s substance and there was a metallic god-ring snake there making sure no one used it except for the group of reptilian aliens that set it up. Kites flew in the skies above. A myriad of helium balloons floated up and away from their careless owners. A concert was going on, as was a play. From yoga classes to literal sleeping/cuddle piles, all kinds of fun and merriment was being had on the lawn.

Leading to the Symphony was one wide marble pathway with a thin raised section on the left side of it.

“If you have been designated a super massive species, please use the reinforced pathway! Repeat! If you have been designated a super massive species, please use the reinforced pathway! Thank you!” A blue God-Ring bunny with yellow polka-dots used a megaphone to inform the ever-flowing crowd. Interestingly, the pathway they indicated was not being used by animals you thought would. Mammoths and multi-story tall striders would walk onto the marble without another thought. But a badger feline hybrid pair that didn’t look to weigh any more than a bag of sugar strolled onto the reinforced path. While they chatted back and forth with each other and with a slime canine god-ring enforcer(GRE) that was escorting them. Entranced in their conversation one of them accidentally took a step off the reinforced path and their paw landed right in front of the slime’s. The slime in question practically took flight and yelped. The badgercat stepped back onto the path and gave the slime a worried look. On the marble where they had stepped was a deep, perfect imprint of their paw. They didn’t simply crack the marble, they stepped into it like it was butter on a blacktop in summer. The same marble that was currently supporting a dancing furry T-rex. The slime and the badger-cats started to laugh once it was clear nobody got hurt.

“OH. MY. STARS!” Keesipip yowled, looking around at everything.

“I know right?” Speed agreed with a chuckle.

“I didn’t think there could ever even be this many animals ALIVE a year ago!” Keesipip gushed, unable to keep her jaw from falling open as a group of green Phoenix-like birds soared overhead, leaving a trail of green flames in the sky behind them.

“Ooh, barebe-“ Hunter started to point out a group of “normal” looking cats grilling when he was interrupted by.

“HUNTER! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!” A hail of shrieking came from behind him. It shocked him and gave him enough dread to step closer to Speed before he even dared turn around. Slowly the brown tabby turned to see a group of about ten to thirteen tom-cats going absolutely ballistic over the sheer fact that he was standing there. They looked like earth tom-cats except they all had color changing fur. And boy was their fur changing colors! To match their excitement their pelts resembled different colored strobe lights. So much so that the mass of them blended together and almost strained the eyes to look at. But you could still make out that they were kneading their paws anxiously, stepping in place excitedly, repeating outbursts of shock, both trying to avoid eye contact while keeping eye contact, screeching, and all around being obsessed fans.

“Huh?” Hunter said, absolutely confused at the scene. One of the toms took out their communicator and started talking to somebody on the other end. While they did so, Speed laughed at Hunter’s perplexed expression.

“You’re a celebrity remember. I’d guess a fan favorite too.” Speed reminded him.

“Speed what aren’t you telling me?” Hunter asked nervously.

“What aren’t you asking me?” Speed replied, toying with the tom.

“Why are they like that? “ Hunter asked, referencing the groups’ mannerisms as a whole.

“I actually happen to know that species. Dauthrepoians. They’re actually far more avian than feline kinda like how I’m more insectoid that feline despite appearance. Go on, talk to your fans.” Speed whispered into Hunter’s before nudging him and saying the last sentence out loud.

“YES! The actual Hunter is right here! At the entrance to the Symphony! Get here!” One of the toms screamed into his communicator excitedly. Hunter took a hesitant step towards them before then stepping back. Speed looked over at Holly and mouthed to her that she should “push him” towards the fans with a mischievously playful glint in her eyes.

 

[Filament]

Hal was about two seconds away from shooting the pegasus with a non-lethal round but she's swooped out of the air by a large avian. That was really dumb. He thinks to himself, she'd only further incriminated herself by trying to flee. Luckily for her, he keeps any snide comments to himself and lowers his weapon to a low-ready position.
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Holly follows after Speed excitedly, feeling a bit anxious when Hunter comes with them. It wasn't fair to say she out-right disliked him but she certainly didn't trust him, not one bit. Although she supposed that nobody really trusted her either, maybe that gave them good grounds for a friendship, if she hadn't ruined that already. When they come upon the crowd of neon-cats, she looks slightly confused. What could possibly be that attractive about Hunter? She wondered, moving aside to look at them beside Hunter. "You should talk to them, you could make their entire Symphony experience." The she-cat mews, her voice somewhat subdued.
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[multifreddie13]

C.C.M.C.C

Name: Dr. Thunder Bolt

Species(anything but human, preferably non-bipedal): Pegasus

Age: 54

Physical description(pictures are allowed):

Middle aged male Pegasus with a light pink coat and a blue mane (with white streaks). His eye color is purple and often wears a lab coat and a tie. His cutie mark looks like a blue lightning bolt.

Background:
Ex: Home planet, family, occupation, anything like that will work.

Just like A Capella Azul, he is from Equestria. He is also A Capella’s uncle. During his younger years, he was part of the Wonderbolts until he retired. As of now, he spends most of his time exploring new grounds by making new inventions and technology. He was the one that built the machine that can jump between time and dimensions.

Personality:

He would appear to be very mysterious and reserved. This, of course, is due to his time when he was doing too secret missions for the Wonderbolts. He is ambitious, and has a brilliant mind.

Are you capable of opening portals between universes? Yes [ ] , No [ ] , Unsure [ ]

*Mark corresponding box with any symbol

 

[multifreddie13]

As A Capella got pulled out from the ground and got chained up, she took notice of a group of cats taking a closer look at her. As some of the cats were commenting on her eyes, she turned to see that the machine was being pushed away. “Welp, there goes my unc’s ride” she mumbled.

She turned to the cats, once again, as one of them with a gun holster got closer and asked “You have any idea what you just did?”

As part of her mane is dangling in front of her eyes, she blew it off, tilted her head and answered. “Made a wicked entrance?” She smirked. “Hell, weapons galore was a nice touch. What a great welcoming committee.”

 

[Firestorm of TempestPack]

Thrush visibly relaxes and stands to her full height once more. She releases the breath she was holding and with it her shoulders slump. The armored feline turns to the three youngsters. "You guys okay? That was kind of scary, huh?" Still feeling a residual tingling from the electrically charged air, Thrush glances over to where that strange portal appeared.

Nyx holsters her taser when A Capella is deemed not a threat. Seeing that their commander and The Jumpers are handling this troublemaker, the demon wolf moseys over to her friend. While the ruddy feline is seemingly distracted, she is able to check out the black paint that adorns Thrush's face.

 

[Moonsound]

A grimace grew on Trin’s face in reaction to A Capella’s response, his curiosity vanishing to be replaced with annoyance.

“You-“

“And you’ll be making a wicked entrance to the jail buddies you’ll be staying wtoday.” Lexi cut Trin off before he could speak. She was an orange tabby with saberteeth and she was not amused. At. All.

“Where do we take her?” Lexi asked, looking over at Trin and Nastiel.

“Each sector of the symphony has a jail for detainees. Especially since this one wants to be a smartass.” Nastiel explained, pointing to the stadium.

“And her vehicle?” Trin queried, stealing a glance at A Capella.

“Impound. Someone’ll pick it up later today. We can walk her to the stadium.” Nastiel said with a shrug. Trin nodded and turned back to the blue pegasus in question. The white tom unlocked the cuffs on her rear legs, but left her other appendages restrained.

“What’s your name and dimension of origin?” Trin asked A Capella, gesturing for her to stand up.

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“Yeah! I’m okay though.” Purple said, getting back on to her paws and helping Bailey do the same.

“I’m okay.” The young tom muttered under his breath.

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The blue otter pinned himself up against Pest.

“Uhhh….yeah. I would like your help with my luggage.” The otter boy said, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Is it usually like this?” He asked innocently, clearly referring to the car that just skid across a busy street.


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Hunter looked at Holly and then back to the group of fans with uncertainty. He didn’t really want to but Holly made a good point.

“Ooookaaaay.” Hunter finally conceded, stepping towards the crowd.

“Hey guys.” Hunter meowed, trying to suppress the awkward anxiety in his voice.

“We can’t believe you’re working the symphony!” One of the toms chirped excitedly.

“Yeah I am, so I don’t have a whole lot of time before I go on shift.” Hunter said, rubbing one leg against the other.

“Then we’ve got no time to lose!” One of the tom’s said, gesturing for Hunter to join them. As the toms rushed away Speed looked at Holly with a smirk.

“I actually meant to like physically push him but that worked.” Speed said, letting out a laugh at the end.

“Stalker you’re with us?” Speed asked, yanking the sheline in question out of her thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh. Sure.” She answered, giving them both a nod.

“Great! You’ll get to see how my species gets to the stadium. You two want some ice cream or something?” Speed chirped happily, starting down the marble causeway

 

[Filament]

Hal snickers a bit at Lexi's remark, "Just lucky you didn't hit anyone." The tom snarks, looking over the pegasus incredulous. The tuxedo tom wasn't the most friendly out of the group. In fact he was often known to be apathetic and harsh. Holstering his weapon completely, he'd follow Nastiels orders. "So they have a specific cell for smartasses? I'd hate to be in there." His words although seeming outwardly sarcastic were genuine and look over his weapon in contemplation. They'd just started this assignment and he had a notion that the rest of it was going to go exactly like this.
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"He already hates me, I doubt he'd appreciate me shoving him." The ginger she-cat mews to Speed, glad that he was gone without a fuss. She had a feeling they'd have more fun without him. "I'd be up for icecream." She'd mew, suddenly sounding chipper at the prospect of something sweet to eat. "I can't wait to see how your culture enters the symphony, Speed."
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Pest would cringe when the youngling moves closer but plays it off so it's almost unnoticeable. "Not usually." The tom lied, having absolutely no idea how the symphony usually played out. He'd stick his orange head through the handle for the large bag and pull it behind him. "We got quite a walk ahead of us, did you need anything to eat or drink?" The tom would offer, revealing some snacks in his vest that he'd stolen from Milky.

 

[multifreddie13]

“And you’ll be making a wicked entrance to the jail buddies you’ll be staying today.” Replied one of the cats. A Capella was only trying to make light of the situation, only for it to back fire on her. While one of the cats unlocked the cuffs from her hind legs, and lead her to the stadium’s jail cell, she pondered in thought.

“Oh snap! I’m totally buggin!” She thought. She sighed as she continued to ponder. “Welp, I fucked up bad. Now Unc is gonna call to wonder where I’m at. Yet, my satchel has been taken from me. Take a chill pill A Ca’, things will get better.” She then closed her eyes and smirked as she gained confidence. She continued in thought before getting interrupted to reality; “Am I right?”

“What’s your name and dimension of origin?” Asked the same cat with the holster. She gave herself a reality check before looking down to respond. “The name is A Capella, A Capella Azul. I’m from Equestria.”

 

[Firestorm of TempestPack]

Thrush responds with a smile, "That's good. Do you like your snacks? They certainly smell tasty."

Thistle thanks the other security animals for their help before returning to the group. Things have calmed down greatly, and there are only one or two animals within the bustling crowd stopping to look over curiously.


Lethe continues to greet individuals from various alien races, sharing a quick back-and-forth with them as they pass by. It's a nice change of pace to be around so many genuinely kind strangers. There is a soft hum near one of his ears and he looks around dumbly to try and locate its origin. Something lands on his nose and he has to cross his eyes to see a tiny felid insectoid smiling back at him. The tiny fuzzy being is brown with yellow stripes which turn a warm orange color near the end of their tail. Big, shining, black eyes stare back at Lethe and the antennae that protrude from their forehead twitch.

For the first time since equipping the earpiece, his handler speaks. "This is a young Apidiline female." The voice in his ear is neither overly masculine or feminine, but it's still pleasant to listen to. The tiny creature must've flown past the camera, allowing his handler to identify the species.

Lethe lifts a foreleg and holds out a single digit for the bee-kitten to step onto. He holds his paw away from his face so he doesn't have to strain his eyes. "Hello." he meows, smiling at the tiny alien.

The bee-kitten's transparent wings flutter enthusiastically, lifting her fuzzy body into the air. The Apidiline female hovers there for a moment before zipping off over the sea of animals.

"That was... odd..." Lethe comments, lamely waving goodbye to the insectoid.

"She was checking you out." His handler replies with a laugh. "You'll find that most who attend today are incredibly curious about other species. That also means that the concept of 'personal space' will sometimes go out the window. Don't worry, when your vest signifies that you're on duty it will stop."

 

[Moonsound]

“S-sure.” The otter boy answered with a nod, following alongside Pest contently.

“My dad’s not going to believe what’s happened already.” He commented.

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Nastiel chuckled at Hal’s remark. “I wish.” He said humorously.

Trin furrowed his brow at A Capella’s place of origin. Before the expression was allowed to nestle into his features for too long the tom turned and padded towards PIM. He waved her towards him and she met him in the middle. Leaving Lexi and Nastiel beside the rebellious equine.

“Well then miss A Capella. On behalf of God-Ring, welcome to Starworld. Now let’s go. And don’t run again.” Nastiel said sternly, pointing at the stadium to indicate the direction A Capella should begin to walk.

As Nastiel and Lexi began to escort the pony girl, Trin was talking with PIM. His A.I. resembling a white she-cat.

“What’s Equestria?” Trin asked curiously, glancing around PIM form to see Purple and the other younglings were unharmed.

“Equestria? Uhh….it’s a country located in a universe relatively close to the angels and demons’ universe. Well, the collection of parallel universes that contain an Equestria I should say. The planet, Equus is particularly volatile and has numerous parallel dimensions, all of which usually being drastically different from one another. There’s no telling which dimension out of the cluster that mare is from.” PIM informed Trin dutifully.

“Any bleed over from the demons’ universe or vice versa?” Trin asked, his tone revealing that he was formulating a conclusion from all this questioning.

“….Yes. Indubitably and empirically. There is a species among the demon populace that matches her-“

“A Capella.” Trin added in quickly.

“-that matches A Capella’s physiology exactly, give or take some irrelevant differences.” PIM finished, giving Trin an exaggerated nod.

“Did everybody hear that?” Trin asked everybody over the comms.

“Loud and clear.” Nastiel affirmed.

“Crystal. Our unit, Legionnaire Redeemer, is now tasked with escorting a potential demon empire spy by the name of A Capella. Utmost caution and prejudice is advised and units in the vicinity are being notified now.” One of their handlers announced promptly.

“What a perfect start to today.” Triss groaned, following after A Capella, Lexi, and Nastiel.

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“It was very yummy!” Purple purred, giving Thrush a close-eyed smile.

“Mmhmm.” Bailey meowed, once again parroting Purple in a less enthusiastic manner by comparison.

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“True that.” Speed meowed, agreeing with Holly’s wisdom. Stalker shrugged and the gray she-cat began to pick up the pace a bit until they came across a levitating lemur. The lemur was dyed red and was sleeping in the air next to a small picnic blanket with about six cast iron pans laid out on it. Nothing about the spot looked like they were selling anything aside from the small paper sign written in a language that Speed evidently could read. She stopped and stepped off the marble walkway to talk to the sleeping merchant. As soon as she did so though, Speed was shoulder checked by a lion-cow of the same species as Trin’s Haven agent. And Speed was checked hard, enough to send her three feet away. For the first time in a while Speed didn’t land on her paws and slid to a stop in the grass, having the wind knocked out of her.

“Move.” The lion-cow stated nonchalantly. He wore a metallic orange colored vest, orange tinted goggles, and orange tactical overalls. He wasn’t alone and there were three other animals wearing his exact same garb making a total of four. All four of them surrounded a pale pink doe no taller than her guards, who all stood at the height of a small dog.

“What? Sorry, some idiot just stepped in front of my guards. Anyway, like I was saying…” The doe said, as her and her guards walked past Speed, Holly, and Stalker.

 

[multifreddie13]

Trin, the lead cat with the holster, took note of what A Capella said and stayed behind. As she continues walking with the others, she turned back to see what he was doing. Raising her one eye brow in concern, she mumbled to herself “seems off as a ‘law cat’”

“Well then miss A Capella. On behalf of God-Ring, welcome to Starworld. Now let’s go. And don’t run again.” Nastiel budge in as she pointed straight to the stadium. “No duh. It won’t happen. Geez.” Responded A Capella with annoyance. The fact that she got arrested in a different world is now dawning on her.

She then turned to Nastiel and asked. “You have a name cop?”

 

[Firestorm of TempestPack]

"Yeah?" Thrush asks with a soft laugh. The violet cat's energy is infectious. Eventually the group starts moving again, their new charge in tow. 'Finally.' She thinks to herself, they've wasted enough time here. "C'mon let's go." Thrush meows, signalling the youngsters to walk with a jut of her head.

Nyx looks down at Thistle as she passes him. He too wears that black paint on his face but in a design different than his sister's. He has large streaks reminiscent of claw marks bisecting his face diagonally. When the young tom notices her staring he looks up and smiles at her. The wolf smiles in return but her eyes can't help but follow the vertical stripe on his chin that trails down his neck.

Lethe pulls up the rear, leisurely following after everyone else.

 

[Neverxmore]

Mass Clans is a long running, continuous story that has been going strong for 8 years now. Following the many exploits of animals, mainly cats, after all of humanity disappeared from the earth, that has now led to a diverse group of rag tag would-be heroes currently chasing a malicious terrorist throughout the multiverse.

The Mass Clans story covers dark and mature themes featuring, but not limited to, non-gratuitous moments of violence, vice, and harsh language.

This RP is being carried over from the site we previously used, Feralfront. And as such will continue where it was left off, but anybody is free to join in at any time.

Simply fill out the form and we’ll see how you can hop into the story. Mass Clans is not a strict thread and participants are encouraged contribute as much or as little to the story as they would like within reason. The story has a main arc but is not set in stone or on rails.




Contacted Civilizations Multiverse Citizen’s Census(Translated)

C.C.M.C.C

Name: Nevermore

Species(anything but human, preferably non-bipedal): Bird (Raven)

Age: unknown

Physical description(pictures are allowed): while Nevermores true form resembles that of a Raven , Nevermore's species has the ability to read the mind of whoever is looking at them and portray themselves as whatever the person wants to see. So perhaps a missed love one the person looking at Nevermore will see that being. This however a mirror will reflect Nevermore's true form so as a defense they will avoid mirrors or any sort of reflection, even a camera.

Background: Nevermore's ancestors were experiments on Earth before Earth's ultimate demise however the Ravens managed to escape to a planet known as Odin there Nevermore befriended a wolf like creature named Fenir

Personality: Nevermore has a hard exterior making it hard for anyone to get close to them but once past that shell the bird will open up and be friendly. Nevermore can come off as cynical.

Are you capable of opening portals between universes? Yes [ ✔] , No [ ] , Unsure [ ]

*Mark corresponding box with any symbol

 

[JaxWashburn]

Contacted Civilizations Multiverse Citizen’s Census(Translated)
C.C.M.C.C


Name: Jax


Species(anything but human, preferably non-bipedal):Cat


Age: 18 months


Physical description(pictures are allowed):
Back and white Munchkin Cat that wears a cowboy hat


Background:
Ex: Home planet, family, occupation, anything like that will work.
Jax is a munchkin cat from the planet of Orbis, the sister of the planet earth. On Orbis, Jax had no job. All he did was explore the vast majority of the planet as a young kitten, hoping to one day explore the universe. Jax is the only child. his mother, Elizabeth and father Nathaniel.


Personality: Clever, Outgoing, Courageous, Creative, Self confidence, Mischievous, Humble, Humorous, and kind


Are you capable of opening portals between universes? Yes [ ] , No [ ] , Unsure [ ]

 

[Filament]

"I bet." Pest mews, starting to feel a bit awkward. He wasn't really sure how to interact with children, maybe it was because he was a bit of a child himself. Something about their fragility made him afraid, something about knowing that they existed in the same universe as Undertaker was terrifying. He could kill them all. The orange tom snaps out of it when he realizes he had stopped walking and has to catch up with the otter. "Sorry, had a message in my ear." The tom would lie smoothly.
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A country? Hal thought, that was a term he hadn't heard for a long time. He knew of nations but the word country seemed different somehow. To him country was the land outside of towns or villages. The tom furrows his brow at the mention that this strange horse-like animal might be a demon. Anger clearly shows in his eyes as he glares over her before looking away and pushing forward to get away from her. More than ever, he was regretting not loading those lethal rounds. He didn't care what the rules were, he didn't work for God-Ring, they worked for them. They owed them that much after how much they had fucked the group over and failed them constantly. Most demons needed to be buried as far as he was concerned, maybe some of God-Ring too.
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"Yeah, it's good." Streak would agree, nodding his head in agreement. "It's kind of... Spicy?" The boy would half say, half ask, unsure of his choice of words.
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Holly followed after Speed eagerly, everyday the world was starting to look brighter. She knew that not everyone felt that way, especially recently, but today just felt different somehow. That was until it didn't. Before she could really react, Speed was thrown off her paws and landed in the grass. The ginger molly stared in absolute shock as some arrogant deer and the guards walked past them. Without thinking, as soon as their backs were facing her, she tossed up a half empty soda cup with her real paw, and hit it like a baseball from the bottom of the cup towards the Doe, aiming for her back. Her heart thundered in her chest as it sailed through the air.
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[Moonsound]

OOC: Jax and Nevermore are accepted! Feel free to hop in. )

“That’s okay. We’re almost there!” The otter boy warbled, barely even acknowledging Pest zoning out. The two of them were at the outskirts of the Symphony and the only distance that remained was the symphony lawn.

—


Both of the group’s handlers gave a quick but late warning to Holly as the orange she-cat tossed the cup. Alerting the rest of the group that she was getting up to something.

“-most delicious meal last–ah!” The pink doe yelped when a cup hit her in the back of the head. The beverage inside splashing and staining her neck and back.

“What the heck!?” She screamed, turning and glaring at Holly. Her guards turned around as well, but their reactions weren’t limited to just glaring. One of the guards started towards Holly with a growl growing in their throat. Before they reached Holly however, Speed was back on her feet and stepped in beside the orange sheline.

“Hey! We’re God-ring enforcement!” Speed growled, tapping the vest she was wearing for emphasis.

“Yeah!” Stalker chimed in, flanking Holly on the other side.

“Private security companies are allowed to operate however they see fit. And none of you are on duty.” The guard countered, shoving their snout against Speed’s.

“You can be a thug on that rich kid’s home planet, but not here! You don’t get to knock symphony goers to the ground!” Speed yelled, pressing back against the guard’s snout.

“That rich kid is worth more than your entire family has ever made.” The guard growled.

“I could buy and sell that twig-legged, placenta-pelted bimdoe and my financial advisor wouldn’t even notice.” Speed hissed.

“My father is on the board of directors for Redentraku industries.” The pink doe stated confidently.

—

“Spicy fits.” Rum affirmed, nodding at Streak, giving him a very light playful push.

—

“My name is Nastiel.” The navy colored tom answered A Capella after a long silence. The group escorting her had just reached the Symphony Lawn and was beginning to walk across the marble avenue leading into the stadium.

“Do you have any other attitude aside from annoyance? You know you could have killed someone right?” Nastiel levied two questions at A Capella, suppressing what was going to be a glare at the shequine down to a light grimace.

—

Trin rolled his eyes when he heard that Holly was doing something. He was not really surprised except in the fact that it didn’t take her that long to cause some kind of trouble. It seemed her entire family had a knack for doing that.

“Thrush. I’m familiar with the carvings in your claws but I’m not familiar with the body paint. What’s the significance?” Trin asked out of the blue, hoping to break the monotony of walking in silence and looking around at everything. That and the ever growing dread building in his mind regarding his impending therapy session.

 

[multifreddie13]

A Capella looked at Nastiel in disgust at first. Then she toned down her reaction and just rolled her eyes. She responded, “I didn’t mean it. At least every pon— er….one is okay.” She continued as she looked down to the floor, “As for my ‘attitude’, just don’t go there homie. I already had enough with the authority back home.”

As she looked back up, her annoyance and defeat was replaced with awe as the cats and the girl pony entered the stadium.

 

[Filament]

Holly had to stifle her laughter when the cup hit the doe and even more so when she whirled on them and yelled. "What the heck is right." The she-cat mewed angrily, glad to see that Speed was more or less okay. When the one guard approached her growling, she didn't back down and moved forward to meet them, growl growing in her own throat. She made no moves for her weapon at all, she wasn't going to shoot someone over some fight. She was scared but she was more angry. Speed was one of her only friends, someone who'd come to be like a mother to her. She'd be damned if some private military prick was going to push her around.

"That's exactly the point, none of us are on duty. That makes this a personal issue." Holly would snap back at the guard who ignorantly suggested that her soda incident had anything to do with her duties as a God-Ring enforcer at this event.

"Yeah, well I'm Mr. Redentraku's daughter, so imagine that meaning anything to me. You cupentini."
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Streak would smile when she pushed him and push her back. "Can I have another Churro?" The kit would ask.
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Hal would eventually slow his pace once he'd calmed down and looked around Lexi. Once he'd spotted her, he fell into step beside her, not saying anything. In all honesty, it was good to be in company that wouldn't poke or prod him, especially right now. The black and white tom was feeling extremely antsy. Whoever decided demons could come to the symphony was a complete incompetent moron.
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Pestilence would look over to Lula and then ahead at the symphony site. "Have you ever been to the symphony?" The tom would ask earnestly, hoping to get some kind of clue as to what he should expect.

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Flame would make his way towards PIM, having just remembered something that he would feel is pretty important. "Hey PIM." The tom would greet as he fell into step beside her. "I know this might be a little out of left field, but I wanted to thank you for trying to save my life, all that time ago back when we killed the warlord." The tom pawed his ear a bit awkwardly. "One of the last things I remember before dying, was that you used my suit to try and put me in a coma to save me. I appreciate it." The tom would mew sincerely, dipping his head to her.

 

[Firestorm of TempestPack]

Thrush looks up as Trin gets her attention. "The kohl? Well, it's a tradition passed down from our... dad's side?" She looks to her brother for confirmation. "This is actually the first time we've done this since..." She trails off, not finishing the thought.

Noticing the change in his sister's tone, Thistle quickly chimes in, "Kohl is- to really simplify it- like warpaint. We mainly used it for intimidation and base functionality. Smudges under the eyes helps reduce the glare from the sun so sight during daylight hours is better." The tom hurriedly adds on for those not native to desert environments.

"It's also used for rituals, runic protections, wards, blessings... If we had that iconic red Crater dust, we would've made some with that too." Thrush gives Thistle a long, meaningful look before turning her attention back to Trin. "There's a sort of... bonding ritual for applying the kohl itself. We sit down, prepare the mixture and share a moment together before battle or whatever trial we face. Sometimes in quiet contemplation, other times we discuss strategy or share anxieties and words of comfort…"

"You create whatever you want on yourself but you also get to choose what you think would be suitable for the other." Thistle chirps excitedly, first gesturing to his "claw marks" then to his sister.

"Fascinating. What does that symbol mean?" The demoness asks, pointing at the mark in the middle of Thrush's forehead. It consists of two unevenly sized tally marks with a third segment connecting the two top points at a downward slant to the right. The closest approximation Nyx can think of is a lowercase 'N' in written Paraversian.

"That is Uruz ." Thistle informs with a wistful smile, "It is a rune of power. With it, I wish to grant her the strength of an Ox during any upcoming battles."

"Uh-huh. And what about yours?" Looking down at the tomcat, the black wolf taps the center of her throat with a claw. This one is a vertical line with two connecting segments forming an arrow that points to the right.

"Thurisaz - The Thorn," Thrush answers. "Courage and masculinity."

"Oh. Does the placement of these runes matter?"

The twins respond at the same time. Thistle with a snicker and Thrush, a half-hearted shrug. Their voices overlap, one mostly drowning out the other. "She has a hard head." "...strong voice..."

 

[Moonsound]

Trin chuckled when the twins spoke at the same time.

“Very insightful.” He commented with a smirk.

“How many times have you guys put on this paint before, or is this the first time?” Trin asked, looking between Thrush and Thistle

—

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate paying the bill for my fur cleaning then.” The doe answered from behind her guards.

“You’re not on duty which means you’re just a civilian in a fancy vest. ” The guard growled.

“Why don’t you just back off and we can go on about our days? We go enjoy the symphony, and you watch Ms. Trust Fund’s rear end for the rest of the day?” Speed merowed sardonically with an expression to match. The guard growled in response but did step back so that their snouts were no longer touching.

“You’ll be getting a bill from her stylist.” The guard grumbled, beginning to turn around.

“Where are you going tough guy? You’ll need my information to bill me.” Speed purred.

“You can’t afford-“

“You can send the bimdoe’s bill to my office on Firmament. My name is Speed of Cliffs Higher, look me up. And get something for yourself, as a little pick-me-up.” Speed cut the guard off, ending by batting her eyes at him and turning away.

“Three pans of ice cream please?” Speed asked the lemur who was now awake and had been privy to the argument. Along with multiple other bystanders.

—

Lulalissa was broken from her animal watching when Pest addressed her.

“Noooope. As a representative I got to learn about tons of cultures but I only got to experience them when those animals came to Frenziland. Luckily, everyone loves Mia’moray.” Lula said happily, smiling at Pest and then smiling at the blue otter boy.

“Have you?—my bad. I forgot for a second.” Lula would add on before stopping herself.

—

PIM looked at Flame with surprise; in a good way. One of her legs lifted off the ground before returning to continue carrying her forward.

“M-my pleasure Flame. Anytime. I wasn’t sure you would remember that but I am glad you did. Try not to die again and I’ll try my best to keep you in tip-top shape.” PIM responded and finished with a wink.

—

Lexi looked over at Hal and half smirked half snickered. She looked like she wanted to tease him but after a moment the expression faded and her average, slightly cold resting expression returned to her. Content to walk silently.

At the end of the marble avenue that crossed the massive lawn surrounding the Symphony the group finally reached the entrance. Or entrances to be more precise.

The entire first base of the stadium was made out of multistory glass panes that were polished to a sheen. Or at least the material looked like glass. Despite appearing solid, animals were able to walk right through it like nothing. And judging from the animals coming out of the stadium, the material wasn’t viscous or sticky either. Be them furred, furless, scaled, or even metallic no animals passed through with any “window residue.”

Before you could enter the stadium however there was a perimeter of checkpoints that needed to be passed through, guarded by god-ring but staffed by differently colored droids. One of the droids was orange, resembled a cat, and waved them over to their gate.

“Hello again.” The droid greeted. Lexi greeted them back in a neutral tone.

“Name.” The droid queried innocuously and cheerfully.

“Lexi Vettor.”

“Species?”

“Hybrid, home planet Yurdoooooooooon.” Lexi answered, singing her place or origin in a somehow melodic but deadpan voice.

“Acceptance of your ticket to the Symphony acts as a formal consent to all rules and terms espoused in the symphony itinerary, which includes a quick check-up. Even in spite of your current status as God-Ring Enforcement. If you do not consent, please leave now.” The droid explained, waiting a moment to see if Lexi would leave. When she obviously didn’t the droid laughed.

“Who’s gonna travel between dimensions to get here and then leave at the front door right?” She joked, while staring Lexi up and down intently.

“You’re 100% healthy and all your vitals look good. Would you like to be vaccinated against any or all diseases currently known by God-ring that have vaccines and are compatible with your biology?” The droid queried, cocking her head.

“I uh…I got my shots about eight months ago. Are there any new ones I should be worried about?” Lexi asked giving the nurse-bot an intently curious stare.

“Eight months? No, not many since then. There is an as yet unknown affliction going around Starworld right now. I could give you something to boost your immune system if you would like.” The droid informed, cocking her head the other way.

“Yes please.” Lexi purred, extending her left forleg to the bot. The feline took Lexi’s paw and slipped a razor sharp claw into the skin between her pads.

“Did you feel that?” The droid asked

“Nothing.” Lexi answered.

“Wonderful. And you’re done. Have a pleasant Symphony Day.” The droid purred, letting the huntress’ paw going and gesturing to the stadium. Lexi walked through the checkpoint and the droid turned her attention to next in line.