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Greymourne saluted the arrival of Sulric, sighing at his observations. "If your guess is Charon you are correct. As for the new summoned... they have pledged themselves to the Nortestran cause. Hostile, yes. Enemies, not in the meantime."

Wakinyan stared at Sulric evenly, judging him as much as he, while Kotori tore her eyes away shamefully. It was difficult to find solace in Wakinyan's justice when it had caused such suffering to Sulric. "You have the word of the Heavenly Beast. We shall defend this city with all we have."

A thin, eerie call pierced through the fog. The sound sent a chill up Kotori's spine, and caused Wakinyan to rumble and spark with malcontent. None of them were prepared for the monster that slithered out of the fog. Neither Wakinyan nor Kotori had seen anything like it, and judging by the expressions on the faces of the Nortestran forces, neither had they. Could it be another summoned?

The general called upon Hodir, the elder dragon Kotori had spared. She watched him climb upon its scaled hide, feeling the weight of his words. "Sulric... thank you for everything. Fate be with you..."

Then he was gone.

The knight captain retreated away, but stopped when she heard what Yunica had to say. Her look was a mix of disgust and bewilderment, "I don't have time for you damned summoned!" After a moment, she seemed to think about it more. Specifically, she seemed interested in the idea of YEETING the annoying android into a horde of Mollug scum. She narrowed her eyes, "He has less than a minute."

Kotori blinked and shielded her eyes as the Astral Network was activated, the glare from Wakinyan's radiance drowning out all other things until her eyes adjusted. She saw the links binding herself to the others, an with it, could feel the empathetic and power bond increase. Through it she could clearly sense the presence of the Professor, Caedmon, a slimy creature, and Ivan, as if there was little distance between either of them. "Ivan, your leg..." Kotori murmured through the link, sensing his pain as if it were her own. She reached out with her power, just as she had done with Csilla, though this time it was remarkably easier. A dull, golden light surrounded Ivan's hand. Should he bring it to his leg, it would begin to heal him, "I am sorry I cannot be there to help you, Ivan. Take this blessing, it should mend your wounds until we meet again."

The sound of rushing wind and strange whistles soon brought her attention back to the physical realm. Kotori looked up to find that the sky had suddenly darkened, though not from clouds. Missiles streaked through the horizon and plummeted upon the metal creature. The explosion wracked the nearby city, shattering glass and warming Kotori's face with the orange glow. She shielded her face with an arm, answering Ivan 'That was the summoned known as Zasha...I have never seen anything like this...' she trailed off, face saddening as she heard Ivan's request for backup. There were choices to be made here, and all were difficult, 'We cannot forget about the necromancer. Wakinyan and I swore to defend the city, but it will mean nothing if all who have fallen are placed in chains. It is a sacred duty we must uphold.'

Susan yawned, sitting down on a broken piece of some ancient monument. She listened to Caedmon's suggestions, weighing them. All were tiresome, so she decided to not decide. "So, where are we off to, Kotori?"

"Caedmon is right, we must reinforce the defenses... and we cannot let that necromancer defile the great cycle of death. Wakinyan and I will face them." with a small burst of wind magic, she jumped up onto the beast's back. The skies crackled, the winds growing wild and the rain heavy. "I do not ask it of you, but if any of you will join me please make your decision now."

Susan summoned an umbrella from her void closet and casually opened it, "Well, you know I'm game."

Solirus · Nov 28, 2020

Jason

I waited until the explosions died down a bit to speak, “I guess eventually I can be considered a wizard if that is what you want to know, I’m not particularly hungry but sure.”

I looked around again and began to think… “Hey Lukas I’m going to go somewhere high… going to get a view of what exactly is going on, so that I can fill my book up… and maybe find a path we can take to leave, since you don’t seem too keen on staying here.” I pause for a bit… “I can’t do much yet, but if I can write down a couple more… spells I bet I’ll be able to be more helpful in a way… Anyways, I’ll be back soon...”

I left the shop shortly afterwards, looking for any tall structure I could climb to… I didn’t want to climb the wall since it seemed like a bad idea, so instead I climbed a mostly intact tower near the store. Eventually I reached the top giving me a good view of what was going on… If the tower was going to be destroyed I could easily jump down thanks to the attire… As such, I sat down on the edge of the tower and summoned my book, vigilantly waiting for things to really begin.

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Juju · Nov 28, 2020

☼ Goodest Boi ☼
interaction: Kaihaku Solirus | Mention: Pseudo-nim

The Goodest Boi dutifully waddled after Fido, tail wagging and tongue lolling out of his mouth. He had no idea what was going on, but suddenly the streets began to be filled with strange smelling people all running. It was very exciting. Was it chase day? It was very good that all of the two-legs had finally gotten together for a giant game of tag. The doggo borked happily at one of the creatures and ran after them happily. This was so much fun!

Then, just as suddenly as the people seemed to appear, they all simultaneously vanished. Goodest Boi stopped in his tracks and tilted his head, confused. Where did they go? He dug in the spot where one of the zombies had been disintegrated, wondering if they had hidden in the ground. There was nothing but dirt and worms. Hmm.. they were very good at hide and seek. He could not find them at all! What he did find was Fido, so he left behind the tag-and-hide game to trot over to the young boy.

They were so lucky because at that same time The Hat Man came back. Goodest Boi wagged his tail and ran over to sniff the man's shoes excitedly. Then something happened. The sky was filled with strange metal things that flew towards an even bigger metal fish. Very strange. Goodest Boi did not know what it was, but hoped that he could play with it later. He would not run over now, however. He was a polite doggo and he would wait until Fido and Hat Man wanted to play. He was such a good boi.

The doggo's ears perked up at the mention of 'hungry'. It was one of the few words he knew, and he knew it VERY well.

"BORK BORK!" Goodest Boi leapt up and down, giving off a glow. This intensified into a brilliant radiance when he spotted the bone. His beady eyes stared at it intently, his tummy rumbling. Bones were the best treats. Other than breads. Breads were best. But bones were very good. Yes they were. Bones were very good for chewing and he wanted this one very bady. He would not steal it though, just in case Fido would like to chew it instead.

Lazaro1505 · Nov 28, 2020

War Posts:

Yamcha

Location: within the cathedral

Damn... guess he wouldn’t know the name of this place until he finds a nearby local to aid him out with this... but Yamcha just hoped he was still on Earth, and this was just a well secluded area on the planet... because if what he has gone through during his sleep was true, then everything and everyone he knew and loved... his friends, his life, even his ex-girlfriend are now gone until he could find a way back home... this might prove a couple of problems considering he doesn’t have a clue of where to start. But then the woman asked who he was, to which he needed to properly introduce himself in order to not come out as rude... so replying as soon as Hiba said those words, he replied with “The Name is Yamcha, martial artists and creature of the Wolf Fang Fist technique, uh... I would also ask what is your name as well, so that-“ before he could continue and say ‘so I know who to call you by other than a nickname without any known knowledge about you’, he was interrupted sounds of explosions, and combat entered his ears, making him stop mid-way in his speech and looked around confused, saying quietly to himself “Am I in the middle of a battle here?” before turning back around to see the white-haired woman talking to another individual wearing a witch hat... asking the same question he had asked much earlier.

Well, maybe he would find more luck at confirming his suspicions with this one, walking forward and now speaking to the ‘witch hatted’ woman. “Hey, uh, hello there, the name is Yamcha, and like what the person next to me said, I am also confused on where we are currently standing in. As well as what is going on outside this building, since it sounds like a big battle is going on outside this very building.” he questioned, hoping to get ready to exit the building as soon as possible... because he was wary of being caught up in a war zone between two factions... and if it was a war happening, he hoped that they weren’t gonna be hostile as soon as he walks a few feet out of the building... still, if he was forced to fight in self-defense, nothing will stop this wolf from getting through the battlefield in victory.

Solirus

YsFanatic · Nov 28, 2020

Charon's arrival would become painfully obvious with his shouted proclamation of "l'M HERE FOR THE LAUNCHENING!" The android came to a stop in front of Greymourne, but he didn't stop actually moving as he was now just bouncing in place, eager to get going. While it would be difficult to hear over everything going on, Charon was quietly repeating "launch me, launch me, launch me, launchmelaunchmelaunchmelaunchme" faster and faster while gradually increasing the volume.

"I'll go," the pilot of the Assault Armor says in response to Kotori. It would be good to do something and she agreed that the actions of the necromancer could become a serious issue on top of everything else that was going on. Plus Charon had named Kotori as a good ally for her to have, so the clone figured she better stick close by.

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Pseudo-nim · Nov 28, 2020

Zasha
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Missile silos overheated and damaged. 95% shutdown of core cannons. Beginning emergency repair.

Zasha growled at her own incompetence. She didn't take into consideration of the silo cannons and their current conditions. Firing that many primed missiles without proper checks was an amateur mistake she would have screamed at someone else if they did the same thing. But this was fine. She still had plenty of cannons left and her Lead Wall module was fully operational for the time being. She'll have to divert her drones to fixing her missile silos until further noticed. It was gonna be a massive setback on everything she planned, but it was an important part of her lethality. With a severely limited artillery output, she'll need to reconsider when to fire off a volley of missiles. It'll be a while before she can get everything back to being fully operational. Thankfully, she can still call a modest amount of missiles, just not with the same intensity or quantity.

She dismissed the notifications and told her drones to start repairs on her damaged cannons. Her current barrage was already tearing through the Mollug army and the Coelacanth's mechanical hide. Sooner or later, it'd hit the engines or its flight stabilizers. For now, she focused towards Rama, her targeting systems marking him and his clones as her vector modules took control of her missile escort and fired them towards the sole rider of the siege weapon.

But as she drew closer, the mages within Mollug's army began to fire off their spells in her direction, slowly peeling away the missile barrage meant for Rama. Zasha took that as a note that they seem to be dedicated in making sure pilot was alive. What the reason was, she didn't care, only that her objective to neutralize and hijack the Coelacanth went to the very top of her priority list. For mages, she had to give it to them. They didn't rely solely on homing capabilities or projectile prediction software, but then again, they used magic, so clearly there'd be some form of cheating they'd be doing. Regardless, she directed a section of missiles to annihilate their anti air forces, and she did so with trivial ease.

But that didn't mean they went out without a fight, or at least one last 'fuck you' towards her. Several fireballs smashed into the warheads of her rockets, including the one she rode on. A dozen explosions erupted around her, sending the bunny girl barreling off into a random direction. If it were a regular human, they'd be nothing more than a blood stain from having so many explosives detonate at point blank range, but Zasha simply growled as she helplessly flew through the air. Her skin had a layer of soot and ash on her, and she reeked of rocket fuel and smoke, but it was like getting punched rather than the crippling and life threatening danger rockets were meant to be.

Her nerves recovered after the aftershocks passed, but she barely had the chance to summon her mech before she fell onto someone's arms, apparently already outstretched to catch her. Zasha coughed out a small cloud of smoke before she looked at the familiar face of Ivan, the same guy her mech observed to shoot Carmen. Oh great, of all the people to break her fall, it'd be him. She rolled her eyes at the unsightly position she was in, held up in a princess carry.

She gave him a deadpan stare, and sighed. "Sup, mind putting me down?"

Kaihaku · Nov 29, 2020

Frostf̷̥̥̖̤̮̝̯̥͉̼́͊̃͌̒͆͗͘͠ḯ̷̧͂̐̔͌̈́͠ŗ̴̰̬̟̬̯̰͚͉͗̊͝é̵̙̖̾̊̊
(Mother Voorjaar)
Location: Castellan, Nortestra. Second Wall
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As still as the statue in front of the palace Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ stands watching as the colossal construct slowly turns away from the wall. She is silent until the construct starts towards the besieging army then gracefully takes a backwards step down from the embrasure. Her good eye narrows as she smoothly pivots to face the woman who had approached. Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ didn't miss the nuance in the newcomer's words. An attractive young woman with red hair and proper horns, the newcomer seemed vaguely familiar somehow. How could that be? She also, noticeably, avoided eye contact. The soldiers couldn't stop themselves from staring in shock at the miraculous resurrection but not this one.

"I was..." Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ begins, her clear pronunciation marred by a hoarseness in her voice, then trails off letting the words hang in the air for a moment. When she continues her words are slow and composed, as if voiced with great intention, "...so relieved to hear that her majesty was unharmed by the assassins."

As she spoke Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ stared at the young woman intensely, her narrowed eye burning with cold flames, but she continues speaking after only a short pause, "I would not willingly abandon this land or it's people in their time of need. It is all that I have left. I have lost all else that was dear to me. My home. My family. My ambitions. Now even my Fire." The words begin carefully composed but become laced with emotion as they conjure up memories that cut deep. The sanctum. The stars. Her family. I should have done more to protect what was precious to me. No. Not now. She needed to stay in persona.

Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ exhales a breath of white mist as she raises her good hand to rub the scars around her unseeing eye. It seemed like an absentminded gesture but it was meant to draw attention to the injury. She lowers the hand from her face and lays it lightly on the young woman's shoulder. It is cold to the touch. "It came as a surprise to me, and even more so to...certain others, that my magic had been fettered by it's duality. Now that my Fire has been extinguished my Frost is..." Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ trails off, leaving the sentence's conclusion open to the imagination, but gives the young woman's shoulder a reassuring pat and then pulls her hand away. A strand of hair would have been better but scrying would be simpler now that she had made physical contact.

"Please pardon me, friend. It would be remiss of me to neglect my duty to this land. To these people who welcomed me so warmly when I was destitute and orphaned." Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ says hoarsely as she evenly steps back onto the embrasure. She pauses there to bow her head respectfully to the nearby soldiers and then glances back at the young woman, "I will be below if you wish to..." She lets the sentence hang in silence again, her lips pursing thoughtfully before she concludes simply with, "...talk." There's a weight to the simple word, as if there's a hidden implication.

Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ then hops lightly off the embrasure and disappears from sight as she falls down the wall.

Most of the soldiers run to the edge of the wall to peer over after her. But one soldier, a veteran by the looks of it, steps closer to Meira instead and says with quiet intensity, "Bless you and the princess for your wisdom!" He lowers his head humbly, "I thought that I'd go to Farra today... I should never have doubted."

Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ is nearly half-way down the wall when a bulky platform of ice shoots out from the wall to catch her. The ice beneath her feet twists so that she faces the wall and shifts positions so that she has a good view of the stonework. She had seen the large dragon flying across the ruins of the third ward a moment earlier. She would need to be discrete with the use of draconic runes here. She hears the broadcast from the smaller construct and a wry smile crosses her lips. It was a beautiful automaton even if it was completely out of it's depth.

First, she holds out her good arm and forms a large circle of ice on the wall's face. Then she begins to inscribe draconic runes on it point by point, covering each with an elaborate ice pattern that looked vaguely arcanic but meant nothing. What was Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺;s emblem? She would use the brooch. She crafted a large replica of it at the center of the circle, a visible sign for all of the exterior of the wall to see that Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ had placed this magic here. It was better to be dramatic in these things but she would wait until the end to make the emblem glow.

She glanced up to see if the beastwoman would join her here. If not, she'd take a moment from this endeavor to scry on her. Either way, Frostf̶͍̋ĩ̶̻r̸͇̈ĕ̵̺ had a sense that she'd get to listen to an enlightening conversation.

Kaihaku · Nov 29, 2020

Lukas Nephus
Location: Castellan, Nortestra. Half Demolished Shop in Third Ward Ruins.
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StaidFoal (Meira)

"I see... Well then, good luck Jason. I hope that you find some helpful spells." Lukas says to the other summoned as they go their separate ways. He hoped that his new friend would stay alive out there. It was dangerous for most people. Lukas sighed. It's not like he could do anything to change that.

In the kitchen, Lukas tossed the soup bone to the dog with a smile. It was good to see such pure delight. Then the smile slowly fades as he stares at the bone. He'd been careless. He'd touched a dead animal. Yet there wasn't a cow in the kitchen. He thought quickly through the possibilities. There was something about the bone, maybe the preservation magic? The animal was still alive somewhere? No, that was too cruel to think about. The animal was happily in the afterlife? Reincarnated? How did it work on this world? It wasn't a real bone but had been conjured by magic? His ability to resurrect was nullified? ...but he'd been able to 'restore' the zombies earlier. Lukas had thought his powers were nulled earlier when he touched that girl's hand. Meira. She was probably out there fighting in this battle. Killing. Maybe getting killed. The thought of her lying dead in the mud of this battlefield...it was too terrible.

Why couldn't he do anything to stop this? Why didn't anyone do something to stop this? Why hadn't they found a better way to resolve conflict? Why didn't people even try a better way when they had the power to?

Lukas wipes his eyes with a sleeve and quickly turns back to the pantry. It was cooking time. What to make. Some eggs. No milk. Was that sugar? No it was salt. The flour was coarse. Stoneground probably. He could bake bread. Well, he didn't see yeast so he couldn't.

"Fido... I feel like I've gone back in time. Is there sour dough starter around here somewhere?" Lukas says to the dog without turning back to the kitchen. He had always used granulated yeast. It didn't occur to him until now that it was a modern invention. Sour dough aside, how had bakers gotten their yeast before it dried and bottled? He could always make flatbread. He hadn't asked if Jason had any allergies? He doubted this world would be gluten-free friendly. Lukas laughed at the thought, in the midst of everything, of the summoned's greatest challenge being a food allergy. Making a decision, Lukas clears the debris off a table and hunts down some soap and water. It takes some elbow grease but he's eventually able to get the table completely clean. He smiles as he washes his hands before started. It felt good to do something.

Lukas then sets some flour and salt on table along with two bowls. He dumps most of the flour unceremoniously into the larger bowl and then mixes water and salt in the smaller one. Once it's the right concentration, he drizzles it onto the flour and folds it together a few times. Then he sprinkles some of the remaining flour on the table, coating his hands, and picks up the dough to knead. He spends the next couple of minutes kneading the dough smooth, then sets it back in the bowl to rest. He'd come back to it later.

As he washed his hands again, Lukas thought about what else he could make to go with the main dish...until his pleasantly occupied thoughts were interrupted by a loud broadcast. He repeats one of the sentences in a mocking tone, "'Has your life been turned upside down by external forces out of your control?'" Then Lukas shakes his head as he comments dryly, "From the day I was born, lady. You have no idea."

Snackofthefuture · Nov 29, 2020

BASTION FORTRESS

Bastion nodded his head alongside Ivan as he listened to the Gunslinger spout exposition. Then as the gunslinger turned to leave, Bastion looked at the others assembled in the cathedral. He glared at the witches for a second, guessing their battle capabilities to be minimal. They wouldn't provide him with any fun. The slime creature looked like it could be potentially interesting but Bastion wasnt a fan of slimes much, due to their ability to absorb more conventional blows. Ivan had killed plenty of slime based creatures but he’d usually had to punch them far more than usual. Bastion took several steps out of the cathedral without waiting for any of the other Summoned. He then got into a crouching jump stance and then leaped into the air, soaring above the walls and into the clouds with ease.

Bastion glanced over the battlefield for a moment, the calm of the clouds focusing himself for the several seconds he spent in the stratosphere. He then began to fall back to Valucia. He sped down towards the Mollug battle line and the mech that had recently shown itself. As he raced down towards the earth, he glanced rapidly around the battlefield, gathering information at a speed slightly above human standards. Bastion kicked and used Destroyer’s Inheritance to speed himself towards the ground. A sonic boom echoed around him as he sped down towards the rapidly approaching battle lines. And then he hit the ground, flattening several hundred soldiers and creating a massive crater in the midst of the charging enemy. Troops flew into the air all around and Bastion found he had landed in classic superhero pose. He slowly stood up, the immediate soldiers around him trying to gather themselves as their charging compatriots continued towards the wall.

“You lot are the Mollugs right?” Bastion asked as he reached his full height. Dust blew about and further smaller explosions wracked the area around. The Mollugs were beginning to spread out and take cover as they charged, launching magic projectiles of their own as they continued onwards. The mech that hovered in the air behind them, launched projectile after projectile into the defensive Nortestran line, trying to destroy as much of the frontal defenses as possible before the Mollugs reached them. The Mollugs around Bastion had formed a circle around the Human weapon. Bastion giggled and flexed both of his arms, swinging them in windmill rotations to stretch himself out. He stopped for a second and then put both his fists in front of him, then without warning he charged forward. He vanished for a second as he did so, appearing to cross the distance between him and the shield/spear wall that had formed around him. If one looked closely they would have noticed it was not through speed BAstion had closed the distance, but through a portal right up to the enemy. He had taken a single sprinting step forward before stepping right through the portal. Reappearing right in front of the shield line, he pulled a fist back as far as he could for a moment, before sending it crashing right through the shield of the soldier in front of him. Bastion then ripped the shield and with his other hand, the spear out of the Mollug’s hands. Bastion tossed the weapons aside and then clapped his hands together, the unfortunate soldier’s head finding itself in the middle.

The headless body fell to the dusty floor and Bastion used the break in the wall to begin punching more and more. With each blow, he smashed armor, crushed bones and broke steel. His fists continued their slug fest, sending soldiers spinning off into the distance every time his fist connected with another body. He was laughing as he went, spears and blades bouncing off his muscles and flesh like they had hit a brick wall. Bastion, laughing then turned his attention to the floating mecha. Multiple of its appendages sped right towards Bastion, finding him the only close enough target to engage with its blade arms. Bastion caught two in midair before a third sent him flying back through the air, landing in the midst of more Mollug soldiers. Bastion had a small bruise where the blow connected and he chuckled at the machine. It had managed to hurt him, even if it was just a small bruise. He’d make the mech pay for it’s transgressions. More of the arms sped towards Bastion, the dark brawler bashing aside limb after limb as they came on. Finally as another sped towards him, he leaped right above it, his feet landing right on top of the appendage. Then using his teleportation, Bastion began to climb the appendage. As he approached the top he noticed there was a man firing arrows from the top. Right as Bastion teleported on top of the mechanical behemoth, the man was firing arrows in his opposite direction, having not noticed Bastion’s climb.

Bastion teleported behind the archer and was about to sock his head right off with a single swing, when another appendage came flying out of nowhere. It scooped Bastion up and sent him flying off the mecha, as he soared through the air he continued to laugh, enjoying the breeze and spinning motions his body was making. He was confused he hadn't seen the appendage but he just figured he’d go back. If he did not succeed the first time, then there was always the second, and the third, and fourth, and fifth. After five times if he hadn't managed to kill the thing and the archer he'd just chalk it up to divine intervention and find another battle to fight. Bastion landed, bouncing off of several buildings and piles of rubble before skidding to a halt. The Mollug troops had stopped right in front of the fireline and were launching as much firepower as they could at the Nortestran frontline. Bastion shook his head to clear his ringing ears and knock the dust and rubble away from him. He stood up and stretched his legs for a moment, then he glanced over the battlefield, becoming disappointed in the lack of close combat going on. He strolled down from the pile of rubble he had landed on, Mollug soldiers rushing about all around him, none of them recognizing the threat he posed. It's not like he wore Nortestran colors though so it made sense. Zombies continued to explode around them, destroying the city even further by a considerable extent. Bastion decided he’d head for the wall and find out from above where the best fights were. With a several second preparation phase, Bastion prepared to jump, and jump he did, landing on the Nortestran wall with a small shockwave. It turned out he had landed near Carmen, Ashe, Varium and Auron. He had been preparing to fight them, angling himself towards the specks on the wall when he realized that they might be Summoned. If they were Summoned they'd make better allies than enemies; For now at least. They’d most assuredly be fun enemies as well, but Bastion needed allies in this world if he was to envelop everything in chaos. He stood up, parts of the wall near where he’d landed falling off and into pieces. Carmen was just finishing his song as Bastion landed with a solid boom. He stood up straight and cracked his neck, noting he wasn't feeling particularly limbre at the moment.

“Hello there! Might you ominous figures be Summoned???” Bastion chuckled and kicked a rock off the wall, strolling towards the figures with calm and relaxation evident in his stance. “Tell me, are you guys strong? Do you like to fight? Are any of you going to fight???”

Juju · Nov 29, 2020

Nemu and ??? GloopInteraction:

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Nemu took a step or two back from Ivan, tugging nervously on the edges of her baggy sleeves, "You sure, Mr. Cowboy?"

Of course, she knew that superheroes didn't have time to dwell on such things when people were in danger, and by the sounds of it, a lot of people were. The main story had already progressed and she didn't even have a proper party to adventure with. The young witch stood on the tips of her toes and glanced out a window, the stained glass completely shattered. Out there she saw what she instantly recognized as zombies. She gave a squeal of excitement.

"Are those zombies! Holy Gloop that's awesome!" She turned around to Ivan and Clementine, pointing outside in excitement, "Guys, there's zombies! We have to kill a bunch of them! I've always wanted to be a zombie slayer!!!"

Thankfully, one other seemed to share a similar excitement. Nemu gave Bastion a thumbs up "Hey, it's funny you say that because there is battle literally everywhere!" Nemu said cheerily, inspecting the strangely void-esque man. He definitely looked really cool. Almost too cool, like some big bad boss villain at the end of a game. Come to think of it, maybe he was a boss. Could they be enlisted into a party of heroes? It went against the Hero Code: A Guide To Adventure, so she wondered if it was a good idea to ask. She pondered this as Ivan and him talked, but she decided to ask him. Of course, this was at the same time he took off into the fray.

"Ah... superhero jump... so cool~!" Nemu said, clutching her hat tightly so that the gush of wind didn't knock it from her head. Of course, now that Bastion had left, they were left with one less potential party member. So far they had two Sorcerers, a Ranged, and a Tank. Not too bad, but they were lacking in the melee department. Of course, this was easily remedied whenever the young witch noticed two others left in the cathedral.

She jumped up and waved a hand spiritedly, "Hiii! Come over here you two! Join our adventuring party!" Nemu waited for Hiba to approach, smiling and secretly admiring how fit and muscular the woman was. Seriously, she looked like she could wrestle a full grown grizzly-bee and kick the ass of any man that looked at her wrong. It really made Nemu wish she didn't skip gym. "You are in Valucia! I don't know much about it but we are on a quest to restore peace and order to this horrible world! Would you like to join us? We have room for more party members! We have cookies!"

Of course, two cookies instantly appeared in Nemu's hands as she said this. Glancing at Yamcha, Nemu narrowed her eyes suspiciously and muttered, "Wait... have I seen you before... I swear you look just like this one guy I saw in a movie...hmm..."

"Anyways! I'm Nemu, and that's Clementine, Ivan a.k.a. Cowboy aaaand-" she lovingly pat the now large slime, "This is Gloop!"

If neither Hiba nor Yamcha took the offered cookies she would throw them to Gloop to eat.

Juju · Nov 29, 2020

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Greymourne inhaled and exhaled sharply as she heard the familiarly annoying voice of Charon. She shook her head, wondering what Castellan did to deserve these summoned as their final hope. At least if she died this day she could find some peace in the fact that she had the chance to launch this metallic man into the sky and far away from her.

She rolled her eyes and concentrated on her power, gripping onto the android's metal frame and lifting him off the ground. Of course, he only made matters worse by mumbling the same words over and over again, growing louder by the second.

"I swear I will crush you into a pile of tin if you don't shut it!" she snarled, her rage growing. The captain had more than enough with the summoned, but at the very least, it seemed to have a slight benefit. Fueled by a rush of anger-filled adrenaline, Greymourne's power spiked as she spun Charon around, gaining momentum, before launching him towards Mollug.

There were no words for the amount of satisfaction she felt after flinging the vexatious android, but the feeling did not last. She had no time to dwell any longer. Her city was under attack, and Mollug had summoned some creature of metal and lightning. The captain sighed, closing her eyes slightly. So many would die, and she would likely be among them. But she would be damned if that thing didn't go down before her.

She saw the rain of missiles, spotting the bunny woman in the napalm sky. Not long after, the Mollug mages retaliated and destroyed a few of the missiles, taking down the bunny girl. Greymourne saw her plummet towards the Cathedral and clutched the strange vial of blue, wondering if she would have to use it. "You bloody moron..."

Pseudo-nim · Nov 30, 2020

Varium
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Varium was a quiet woman. Rarely outspoken, but never without words. She is a simple spirit, with simple goals. In a way, she felt rather disconnected with the chaos that burned the land. Where her motivations lied was never clear even for her, but she was always content on where she stood amidst the greater scheme of the multiverse. For centuries, she'd simply followed Auron as befitting of her station. A warrior, a servant, and a friend. Her role rarely ever needed to go further than that, and she was comfortable with that idea. In many ways, she would be considered an indolent individual with no lofty or grand goals in mind, especially in a war such as this. Something she would clearly agree with.

But she had her fair share of activities beyond being Auron's ever present guard. Rather than a way with words, she's learned the language of combat. A spirit born with the innate and instinctive drive to fight, yet hampered with her formless body. Her greatest joy was to move her body in the art of battle and exert herself beyond her limits. Of course, she rarely ever needs to show such a side of her, something even her undead companion forgets at times. It was, to put it lightly, a tad bit jarring. For the longest time, she's remained as Auron's stoic guard, watching at the side, waiting for danger to strike her master. But she often waits and watches, always analyzing and fantasizing. The thrill of combat was simply a vice the young spirit could never abandon, let alone forget. When would be the next time she could unleash her true power? When will she let her scythe sing through the air and cut away her foes in a blur of motion and vibrating adamantium? But she was a patient spirit. The summoned were diverse and interesting, but she did not care of their machinations or shadow wars. No, she simply cared whether they could survive her blade carving through them at several times the speed of sound.

But she was not a cold blooded killer. She respected her enemies, no matter how weak or strong they were, and truly felt remorse upon defeating them. The courage to stand against her, a spirit bred and designed for battle, was worthy to be acknowledged and remembered. It was why she did not hate these people, nor felt malice and bloodlust, for they have the courage to stand and risk their lives for their beliefs. With every life she takes, she would mourn in silence and thank the dead for their ability to face inevitable death, to have the strength of will to defy destiny, even if their untimely demise came upon her blade. Just like her past, their persistence was always to be admired, even as weak as they are.

Yet, when she saw the latest addition of the summoned causing mayhem then moving towards the wall, she gave her master a knowing glance. Auron had barely acknowledged it, but a slight shift in posture gave her his consent to act freely.

Varium's high speed sensors tracked the target with trivial ease, both from her own tracking software and the linked eyesight she gained from her Storm Dragon patrolling the planet's low orbit. Her eyes followed the summoned even as he raced down from the sky at the speed of sound. Quaint, she had thought. The speed he raced down wasn't something too special for the battle borne spirit, but she appreciated it all the same. Other summoned weren't quite as fast as she was, and perhaps they never will be, so any attempts to even scratch her standard speed was always a welcome sight.

By the time Bastion had landed, she had already strolled over a few yards to put herself between the battle junkie summoned and her master's so called allies. Well, she had given her the term 'temporary acquaintances' privately, but she simply hummed in agreement.

Her scythe twirled behind her, the spear point blade vibrating as it carved a clean line on the wall. Her master, ever the multitasker, did not even deign to acknowledge Bastion's questions, instead raising his left gloved hand and buffing Varium using Exemption of Laws. As she moved, she felt the air around her to almost glide away from her, her body unaffected by air resistance. A single buff was already too much to ask for from her conservative master, so perhaps he saw the need to give some assistance, especially from a summoned who spoke to them like that.

Varium curtsied in response to Bastion, a small smile on her face. "I do apologize for my master and his fellows' lack of a response," she said. "Decorum is something they've come to establish among each other, so forgive me if they consider you uncouth." There was no urgency in her eyes or posture, similarly relaxed as the summoned she was speaking to. "However, as per my station, I will ask that you refrain from moving past the line I've drawn. If you choose to do so, my apologies in advance for responding with lethal force."

Her cores flared and she sped at Bastion with enough force to shatter the ground below her, moving twice her normal operating speed thanks to Auron's buff. However, this was simply a warning, hence she did not hold her scythe, keeping it buried on the line it carved. She gave Bastion small scratches with her adamantium nails, not enough to draw blood, but clearly visible as white streaks. In the time it took a person to blink, she had left several markings on his body and returning to her starting spot with as if she had just taken a casual walk, leaning against her scythe.

"I do hope you were able to keep up, if barely. I saw your descent. While not exactly enough to match my usual movements, I do applaud you for being able to reach the speed of sound. It's quite faster than most of the summoned already." She gave a quick clap of approval. "Though, you'll need to improve your reactions if you want to fight against me."

With a giggle and wink, Varium held her ground against Bastion with barely a hint of worry on her face.

Snackofthefuture · Nov 30, 2020

BASTION FORTRESS

“You’re not thaaaat fast.” Bastion said as he raised both of his arms wiggling his fingers slightly. “Y’know it's rather rude to touch people without permission heheh…” In between each of his digits was a small scrap of her clothing, torn from the edges of her fabric without leaving holes in her actual clothing. Bastion flexed exaggeratedly, kneeling down on one knee in that classic bodybuilder pose where he shows off his back and arm muscles with all that flourish. “If you really wanted to touch this bod so bad, you coulda just asked haha!” Bastion continued to flex, looking dramatically off into the distance as he did so.

He stood back up and looked at the assembled ominous figures. Bastion’s idea of a good time was a fight he had little chance of winning. These figures however looked like a fight he would not win alone. He was not a fan of losing, even though he didn't really care about the outcome of each fight, so long as he got to let loose and enjoy himself. There was a skeleton looking dude, wrapped in robes of some sort. A bearded man who sat on a throne of construct swords, watching the battle play out with an expression of disdain evident on his face. There was also a tall dark looking man with long hair and a mask of the plague doctors. Bastion had seen this mask many times in his distant past, the lower echelons of the scientists who had raised him had worn similar accoutrements.

Then there was the woman who stood in front of Bastion, hair split between black and white right down the middle. She bore a large scythe looking weapon and reminded Bastion of a girl he had fought alongside in his old dimension. Eventually she had tried to kill him however, so he had smashed her skull into oblivion. Bastion hoped that would not be the case with this woman, as he enjoyed battle but smashing old friend’s skulls was never enjoyable. Of course she was already making it look like she wanted to fight, drawing a literal line on the ground between them and also touching him all over. She was quite fast, maybe faster than Bastion, but Bastion was confident in his actual strength. He didn't really need to be that fast with his teleportation active. It helped to be quick, but he could bypass that reality with a thought. Even greater was the fact his teleportation drew no strength from Bastion, it did not tire him out whatsoever. He could do it all day if need be.

Bastion spoke, “So they think they are above me on sight huh? Should never judge a book by its cover my rude friends. I could be a ruler of dimensions for all you know haha! You know nothing about me hahahahhhhh!” He continued to flex ignoring the line Varium had drawn and coming very close to stepping over it multiple times. “So the skeleboi and beard guy aren't gonna say anything? Well that's fair, I can do the talking for now! What. Are. Your. Goals?!” He asked with a smile that covered most of Bastion’s face. Even his round white eyes squinted for once, turning into narrow ovals as he glared at the group of summoned. The glare was full of its usual gleeful hostility and Bastion meant them no more harm than he did most folk. “Now why would I forgive you my monochrome haired friend? You’ve done me no real offence yet other than the molestation. But nonetheless, I forgive you, for your perceived transgressions, and your lack of introductions. I will not make the same mistake however, I am Bastion Fortress, son of the Destroyer of everything. Well everything in my old world I guess. NowIm son of no one, just Bastion, gleeful annhilator.”

In an instant Bastion was standing directly in front of Varium, looking down at her with eyes that were empty and shone white. Then he did this with each of the figures on the wall, analyzing and looking each of them over entirely and completely, before returning to his side of the line. “You guys aren't those “destroy the world types” are you? Cuz I'm not big on TOTAL annihilation to be honest, mostly just the spreading of chaos and the like.” Bastion tap danced on the line Varium had drawn, donning and removing an imaginary hat multiple times while he whistled the tune of “Ragtime Gal.” He then stopped for a second standing back at his full height before saying, “Pleasure to meet you all, you'll deign to shake my hand won't you?” He asked with a sneer.

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seasonedcat · Nov 30, 2020

~Csilla~
Csilla felt the sting of rejection in the refusal of help from the guard captain but she bit it back, knowing she would not accept the help no matter how she pushed. The name that slipped from her tongue was akin to the slurs from those of her home and she knew enough not to bother that. As she began to maneuver back to Kotori and Wakinyan before things started happening. Humanoid like creatures seemingly mindless seemed to be attacking, blowing up on soldiers and causing harm.

Stopping from her quest back to her friend Csilla quickly went to aid some soldiers close by, healing their wounds. She began healing them, her stary magic healing their wounds before she moved on to another. The injuries continued, some she was too late to treat. Biting her lip Csilla wiped her blood-stained hands on her pants. She had to stop whoever was doing this or else the casualties would just increase, she just hoped that the medics on the field could help the injured on their own.

Swallowing back her worry Csilla took off to Kotori, weaving through the battlefield effortlessly as she reached her friend. "Kotori!" she exclaimed as she reached her, only sparing a single glance at the strangers speaking to her, "What is going on? Do you know anything?" she asked, her face wrinkled in worry as she came to a stop next to her friends. She hopped the other girl knew more than her about who was behind all of this. Smiling at the other girl's question she nodded, "Of course I will help you, my friend!"

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~Clementine~
Clementine raised an eyebrow at the sudden departure of Ivan, leaving almost as quickly as he had come. She tensed up defensively at the appearance of more people, standing in between them and Nemu without thinking. If she wanted to redeem herself she would have to keep the fellow girl alive. At the question from the boy she raised her eyebrow, so they must both be new summoned like her and Nemu-and Gloop?-.

Perusing her lips, "It appears that we have all been summoned from separate realities for some unknown purpose." she answered blankly as she sized the two up. Their nature was unknown to her and that made her slightly uneasy. She had no idea what they were capable of and that made her tenser than she hoped she needed to be. Of course, there was no doubt a risk since she knew nothing of the two. "Though, I most likely know little more than you do."

Not to mention the fact that the magic in the air was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. She felt her mana pool ache in pain as it felt the power in the air. It longed to feast on the power and take it for its own, however, Clementine felt no desire to give in to that temptation. She also noticed that gloop seemed to suck up the mana lose in the air, taking it into himself simular to what her knife allowed her to do. In the case, it was needed to fight she could most likely use a similar method.

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Pseudo-nim · Dec 1, 2020

Varium
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Varium returned his gaze with an even stare, her smile marginally growing wider. The young spirit simply did not feel threatened by his displays of strength and boisterous personality. She had seen plenty in her life, from the greatest warriors to grace the multiverse to its worst monsters. Many have claimed to be destroyers of worlds and many will continue to for eons to come. It was simply a matter of life from her experience that these type of individuals existed throughout the vast expanses of infinity. This man, Bastion, was nothing more to her than the countless destroyers she's met across time and space. But that didn't mean that she particularly hated that. Destroyers were always a welcome sight because of their predictable and single minded wish to crush and obliterate their foes in grandiose displays of strength. It was quite endearing to watch him boast and and yell about his greatness, as he if was in complete control of the situation, like watching a puppy claim their territory among older dogs. To Varium, who had sparred and fought several individuals with the title of Destroyer, it lacked any significant impact towards the battle spirit. Once she's seen the boastful nature of Destroyers once, they were particularly similar in the end.

Despite her young age, she had been humbled and taught the meaning of combat as an expression of her nature. Foes that outclassed her in every way were wise and humble, their abilities refined and controlled and far deadlier than the output and destruction others had. For all she had in common with monstrous beings and their thirst for battle, Varium had taken a liking to a calm and efficient combat style. Her master after all had tailor made her body to be efficient, fast, and relentless. For the longest time, she simply ended battles by utilizing her maximum output, barring her Limit Break and overcharging her cores. It was simply a habit that took a decade or so to break. Had she been her much rasher and abrasive self in the past, she might have simply taken every summoned's head in that cathedral using her Pilate Protocol, at the behest of her master of course.

But Bastion's attempts at goading simply fell in deaf ears. Varium simply bowed, keeping herself planted solidly at the spot she designated. After all, she watched Bastion's short rampage from two perspectives. Teleportation was not rare for her to face, especially in close combat. In terms of travel speed, they were superior to her rush down style, however, what they often overlook was understanding that her speed extended beyond movement, but thought process and target acquisition, that and unless they were truly powerful had a noticeable range limit. Teleporters were often proud of their speed, but rarely did they have the reactions to back up their formidable abilities. No, she was trained in that realm. For her, the speed of sound was as natural to her movement as walking and blinking. She lived and relished the realm of acceleration and velocity. Had she not been told to temper her constant hunger for shattering the speed of sound, she would likely lived a life in world constantly in slow motion, relishing in the rush of air against her body. Even if she delayed her reaction to a surprise attack, her master was reputable for being cautious in the face of chaos.

If she knew anything about Auron, it was that he bent reality when it suited him. But it was often a rare sight. One that happens roughly a century at a time. A toll in exchange for warping the fabric of space and time to his needs. To have contingencies against melee fighters was simply an inevitable outcome, and she was confident that what delays he can output should Bastion attempt to bypass her and teleport to them would only end with a high frequency blade carving through his neck faster than what Zasha's missiles could ever hope to achieve.

"How wonderful," she commented, a small mending light at the tip of her finger glowed as she ran it through her clothes. The small tears on her garments simply regenerated, stitched as if he never tore pieces of it during her warning walk. "To be able to catch me at my slowest speed is an impressive feat, even to tear parts of my clothes. Well done, Mr. Fortress, or perhaps Bastion would be preferable?"

She dusted her sleeves and simply smiled, the attempts at intimidation and irritation washing past her like air, another curtsey following her words. "It does seem uncouth of me to not introduce myself properly as well. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Varium Vol, caretaker and warrior to my Master. Unfortunately, you must settle with myself rather than my master and his acquaintances. After all, it is rude to interrupt a performance and show with chatter, is it not? Allow this lowly servant to entertain you for now; it only seems fair after you've torn away pieces of clothing from a maiden's body," she giggled lightly at the jest.

She looked at the offered hand, but simply denied it with a small shake of her head. "I'm not too honestly fond of attempts of intimidation through strength, but I suppose that would make me a hypocrite for my display earlier. After all, I am much smaller than you. But rest assured that my master and his compatriots are not one for needless destruction. What use is a conquered world if there are no subjects to rule?"

Varium replied to his question with a concise and confident tone, one to expect as the representative of her master's will. Yet, even she couldn't deny the rising tension. An atmosphere thick with uncertainty, it could be cut by a blade. It was a strange feeling deep inside her chest. A side that her master had often commented when she was at her most dangerous, a side she vehemently denied to ever rise from her after centuries of conditioning. Her head lowered briefly to cover and attempt to fix her stoic and calm face.

Ahh, she was smiling. That's not good at all. She shouldn't show such a face to a guest.

Snackofthefuture · Dec 1, 2020

IVAN FEDERICO

Ivan was watching the battle light up and continue to grow, glaring at the coelacanth and its many arms. He watched as a figure crashed into the Mollug lines, a little confused but then decided to guess it was probably Bastion, or one of the newer Summoned. A sonic boom echoed throughout the city as the warrior crashed into the Mollug lines. Ivan watched a crater appear and a cloud of dust and smoke blow up into the sky. Ivan looked through his scope at the scene and saw that it was indeed Bastion, killing with a violence that made Ivan shudder. He even went at the mecha the Mollugs had brought, getting on top of it and going after the figure on the top for a moment before getting launched right off courtesy of the mech’s spindly arms.

Ivan was a little nervous, watching as more and more missiles crashed into the Mollug contraption and their forces. The missiles were not doing enough that was for sure. The mech continued on, hovering over the Mollug forces, taking blow after blow from the Nortestran defence as it approached. Ivan fired a couple more lasers at the approaching enemy. Then he decided it was pointless as of the moment, he turned to look at Caedmon about to speak with psychic. Then an explosion above Ivan caught his attention, he looked up just in time to see a small vaguely female form speeding towards him. Ivan took several steps forward almost jogging for a moment before catching the girl ala princess carry style.

Ivan looked at her for a moment, watching her cough out a puff of smoke. She was pretty to be honest, despite the layer of grime and dirt that covered her, and the bunny ears were definitely interesting. She looked at him for a second and rolled her eyes. Then Ivan remembered exactly who she was. She had helped the psychopathic bird man and the surprisingly ignorant bearded man escape. There had also been the quick, arrogant monochrome colored hair girl but she hadn't been as significant as the bird man or the beard man. "Sup, mind putting me down?" she asked Ivan with a roll of her eyes and a deadpan stare. He dropped her on her feet and responded with a voice tired of all the stupidity and arrogance, “Most people would at least thank the guy who caught them. Why are all of you newly summoned so rude and violent. Like I get using your powers and fighting and all that but if you’re anything like that bird dude we should just skip the pleasantries and start fighting.” Ivan took several steps backward after putting her down, taking his gun in his hands.

The Gun whirred and clicked, sighting Zasha. It made a happy sounding beeping noise and it turned bright pink. “Oh fuck, Ive only seen it do this once before.” He looked suspiciously at Zasha for a moment and then sighed. The Gun liked her for some reason, probably meant she had a lot of guns or tech or something. Ivan did not trust her however, she had helped the people who had assaulted him, for no good reason as well. Plus she had some quite bloodthirsty vibes. “I'd prefer not to fight though, it seems my gun likes you and I think we’re on the same side somehow. I'll forget you helping out those psychopaths for now so long as you dont attack me.”

Ivan strolled past her as he finished, looking her in the eyes for a moment before approaching the edge of the wall. His gun, now glowing a bright red, shifted and elongated itself until it made modern snipers look like wussies. The gun was now taller than Ivan, and had a barrel wider than the palm of his hand. He leveled it at the mech that was rampaging towards the Nortestran line. Ivan took a breath and then launched a massive armor piercing shell right at the mecha. It crashed into the goliath, knocking it off balance for a second, before realigning itself and continuing on.

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Lazaro1505 · Dec 1, 2020

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Professor Membrane

Location: Outside on the battlefield, currently flying above Mollug troops

-And now that he has gotten his adjustments correctly, now should be the time for him to began firing lasers upon the ‘dream’ soldiers below him, but before he could even activate the laser modules within his arms, some chatter over the psychic link had caught hits attention. Other than a simple hi sent his way by a stranger’s voice he hasn’t heard about yet, Caedmon gave him an idea to use here, which is to combine the laser based weaponry into a much stronger and larger beam against the main and biggest target hovering within the air, dealing much more damage than by themselves. A perfect plan if he said so himself, and responded with “Received the plan loud and clearly, this psychic link does work wonders than a set frequency such as a radio which could only work at a certain range.... ah, getting carried away again, sorry for that, now, to execute the plan, I will assume a much more better position in order to combine our beams.” He said over the link, now shifting his hovering form in the air, allowing his jet boots to soar now within the air, now trying to find a more suitable position in order to prep for the beam attack.

Eventually, Membrane landed upon a roof of a still intact building, and deactivate his jet boots, now in a much better area, to not only combine his efforts with the beam attack, but also strike the enemy army as well. “I have reached my point of choice, I will engage the enemy force until time for the combined singular attack... oh, and if you detect a sudden increase in damage throughout the neighborhood and nearby areas, that is most likely me ” he said over the psychic link, as he finally prepared to shoot upon the enemy force, as Membrane began removing the gloves upon his arm, best not to damage something he could easily avoid, humming to himself as the sounds of death and war were generally drowned out by his voice. Once done, Membrane then outstretched his arms, his hands aimed at a portion of the attacking Mollug force, as a mechanical and electrical hum was heard, his hands beginning to form small balls of bluish light, accompanied with electricity circuiting around it.

Now, it was time to let loose, as he politely said out loud “Let’s see if they still are willing to continue their reckless charge after this.” As Membrane thrusted his arms forward, arms now joined together as the bottom of each hand was against each other, and our came a large beam of energy, rushing forth and reaching the enemy force in a couple of seconds:

The beam was destructive, continuing through even after hitting the first few targets of the Mollug force, continuing forth with no care for physical hinderance that was acting against it, effecting the atoms within its path and effectively disintegrating them. The beam didn’t stop, not even after reaching the first buildings in its path, in fact, it continued forth, blasting through building and building, causing mini-explosion after explosion in its path, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake, and as soon as it arrived, a few seconds later, it completely dissipated into thin air.

Membrane merely clenched his left fist, it appears his arms weren’t affected in any way or form, excellent.... and while that beam did take some energy out of him, at least he knew he could fight at his fullest capability. Still, it seems he couldn’t just up and use another beam right away, oh well, might as well wait until the right time to release another beam, this time at the large metallic beast, as Membrane proceeds to whistle and put his arms into his coat, not giving a care to the world at what he just did or doing something else for a change...

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Lazaro1505 · Dec 1, 2020

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Yamcha

Location: Within the cathedral

This girl is.... surprisingly energetic, probably on par of even Goku a few years back... and something about a adventuring party? What was that about, is that another term for team here, or have they been playing a bit too much video games.... Yamcha didn’t care, but what he did pay close attention to, was she said, which is that they were on another world called Valucia.... the same name that echoed within his dreams, and are on a quest to restore peace and order to this world. Yeah, this was what he hoped wasn’t the truth, that it was just some extremely weird dream, and was still somewhere on Earth.... well, that would at least explain the sounds of warfare outside, but hey, maybe if he aided them in fixing the world of its evil, he could possibly be sent back home, and return to Goku and the others, and it looks like they needed someone who can dish out the pain within their team. Maybe a good thing can be made out of this bad situation... more time and opponents to train against, having some new friends to work with and bond together to fight against evil, and being a hero that vanquished evil on another planet, as well as discovering alien life... yes, it is the perfect thing to have happened to him right now!

“Thanks for giving me the information Nemu, and sure, guess I will join your team as well, looks like you guys need all the help you could get in order to combat the evil in this world. The name is Yamcha, the creator of the Wolf-Fang fist and sub-techniques back on my world, and one of the strongest humans on Earth as well...” he said, as he then stopped when Nemu offered a cookie to either of them. Well, one wouldn’t hurt... as he grabbed one and took a bite, savoring the taste of the cookie, before eating the rest of it in multiple other bites in succession.

Now, time to ask the important question... Yamcha then cleared his throat after eating the cookie, and said “So, are we currently in the middle of a large battle here? It sounds like a whole lot is going on outside.” he responded to Nemu, questioning about what was happening outside the Cathedral.... ignoring the comment about being known from a movie.... honestly.... he wasn’t sure if a doppelgänger of himself existed on another planet... maybe a doppelgänger Goku as well who isn’t part ape... well, he didn’t have to think hard about that one as another Witch in different clothing answered them, saying that they were all from different realities summoned here for no apparent purpose.... much more mysterious and harder to understand... and apparently knows little more than both him and Hiba.... hmm, strange way of speaking, as well her blank responses. Maybe it’s best not to bother her much for now... as Yamcha responded with “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind....” he said, hopefully trying to not bother the individual much.... it didn’t sit fine with him if he made someone annoyed by his presence and hate him, especially females considering he still has his.... small fear of them, but good thing he is managing to hold up for now. Guess it’s time to wait a bit for a response.

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Lazaro1505 · Dec 1, 2020

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Opening its multiple eyes, it has been met with a strange stone roof that met its four eyes. Strange... this doesn’t match any other structure that is stored in its uncorrupted memory files, but now, it’s not the time to go wonder about its strange environment, it needs to go explore the environment it now finds itself within, and find the nearest sentient life form for aid, or regroup with the rest of the Pilot’s squad and contact the ‘Apex Predators’ ships in order to evacuation, as well as await for the awakening of the Pilot. Seeing if it’s motor functions were still activated, as it moves its large metallic arms behind its back, pushing itself up from the ground, and using its legs to push its form into the air, standing to its full height, much taller than any normal human being, standing at a full height of 22 feet tall.

The robotic eyes then began inspecting the walls, ground, and sky around them the bluish glow being casted on everything it inspected, taking in the environment around them.... the area.... quite beautiful, yet... destroyed at the same time. But apparently, scanning its environment... it found a small group of sentient humanoids seemingly conversing with each other... as well as a strange creature made of an unknown substance as well. Hmm, it seems like it has no other choice other than to talk to those individuals... and with that, it set out, its feet heavily thudding against the ground, shaking the ground a few feet around it when making its way to them. Once arriving, it stopped a few feet away, about 7.8 feet away from them, and began looking down upon them, inspecting them much more closer with four of its camera like eyes:

the large robot was made up a series of paint on its body, both made up of mostly red colored hull with white stripes and strange black cross like symbols upon its body, as well as another symbol on its right (left to the others) leg, along with a word in a strange language.l, which translated from German... would say “Baron”, as well as another symbol on the top of its head, which translates to “Air Force“. It has multiple wires coming from the central eye, as well as a hatch attached to the top of its frame, the Titan studying the individuals in front of them, before saying out loud in a robotic female voice “Greetings there humanoids.... do not be afraid of my appearance, I hold no ill-intent towards you or any other individual... I only wish to understand the surrounding area much more...” the Robot said in a loud booming voice, and after speaking, the sounds of warfare had reached its sensors, it seems they were in the hotzone of some sort of battle.... she needed to be wary in case they got caught up in the middle of the cross-fire here.

seasonedcat

nighttimecatplayer · Dec 1, 2020

Carmen.

"The Musically Insane."

Post Number:

6#.

(The performance).

Watching the siege and conversing on the second wall.

Character Interactions:

Ashe, Bastion, anyone near the second wall who will be able to hear Carmen and his shadows playing.