AtomicNut

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Bob

It flickered slightly, the keypads being depressed by a some sort of invisible force. The hallways was ghostly, as lights intermittently shone. Between the darkness and the chiaroscuro, the silent hints of a massacre were patent. The cell's containtment blast door had been bored throughoutly, and the only poor soul who had tried to hold the line in this chaotic situation, laid dead in a pool of his own blood, a red smooth surface where his face otherwise stood. Hints of red illuminated the hallway, as the large crystal floated gently on the remains of his own onslaught.

"It needs to reach Realist. It needs those who can pierce the tide of the fleshbags. Those who were wronged shall do." Bob said as it typed in another wrong combination. It hummed in a low pitched tune, before the flickers of magic eroded the keypad into dust, unlocking the door.

"Thus, you are free." The Burner of Batallions said, as the cells who weren't open were finally open. The power cuts had worked to his advantadge.

And then the alarms blared. A prerecorded message played. "WARNING, WARNING, OBJECT 556 CONTAINMENT BREACH, EVACUATE THE PREMISES IMMEDIATEDLY, SWORD OF MARS IS ONLINE." Bob scoffed. So, they had thought of this aswell. He had to make haste, as he pushed his natural levitation to its fastest, plasma gathering on his back as he gave himself an additional boost of speed, just to peter out mid-way.

"It is drained from confinement." The red crystal vibrated, dejected. It was then when it felt it. The sensation of magic being released nearby. It turned around the corner in a corridor. Several sloshies, of all shapes and sizes... and with bizarre metal-crystal modifications stood... as well as larvas infused with its kin. But Bob's attention was focused elsewhere. The big source of magic. The cloaked organic.

It hummed, and activated his Plunder spell, targetting the organic. Its energy was pristine in nature and yet... it was not anything he had seen before.

"Liquid mana in this one's slurry body. Different from us. Different from those infused." It did hummed. "It is unfortunate, for it requires energy, and the sloshies shall provide, so it can help Realist."

Royal Rumble!

I think I will do my nice action of the day and salvage one character... The parts in Italics are the edits.

Melanie 'Lost Soul' Hennar (v2)

(The picture doesn't do justice to her beatiful long legs, standing at a height of 6'5'')
Name: Melanie 'Lost Soul' Hennar

Age: 16

Grade: Vigilantes

Biography:
Melanie had, arguably, a traumatizing childhood. At least, that's what her parents would tell her, but she's always had her suspicions. So the story goes, at her birth, the devil, a devil, a demon, or something else, with nothing better to do, came into the church upon her baptism, and ripped her soul from her young body. Nobody is exactly sure as to why the soul was pulled out of her, but pulled it was. There were a lot of witnesses, apparently, which Melanie has never had the fortune to talk to in person. The entire tale reeks of something made up, as nearly all the little details in it are constantly changing from her parents, and so she doesn't put much faith in it. Not that she cares much if the story was true or not, as in the end, not having a soul, or whatever the demon supposedly took, doesn't seem to have any physical ill effects (her emotions and morality were obliterated), and quite frankly she's found some positives to the whole ordeal like her powers.

Her early life was, for the most part, spent in what many would consider bliss, or at least close to it, as close to it as one could get while not having a soul (Really the only negative to the story her parents told was the fact that they never stopped telling it and so everywhere she went, regardless of how nice it was, everyone eventually learned of her back story.) Which, when she was young, quickly led to fights, and then they'd all have to pack up and head somewhere else. This went on for some time before her parents got tired of moving (before Melanie did by the way) and decided to settle down at Rhea, because, they assumed, there were so many people there to share their story with, that the odds of Melanie making an enemy of the entire city were slim, if any. They also held hopes that she would be eventually drawn towards St. Laurel's. Plus, it was in this City were Melanie lost her soul in the first place, and if anywhere could help her get it back, then it was there.

However, it was at this point, when they took Melanie to visit the Church of the great theft, where their plans took an interesting turn of events. When she was about to start to turn the church upside down in search of her soul, she met that there was already a group of dwellers called Vigilantes who had made said church their headquarters. Deciding to pursue the search of her soul in the church would inevitably lead to a clash with said group and being outnumbered, she opted for parley. The group was not hostile and an agreement was struck. She would help the Vigilantes, and in return they would help get back her soul.

Powers
Core Power - Empty:As was stated from, above Melanie has no soul. None. In its place, Melanie is connected to her own inner world, a barren landscape existing outside of regular physics. Melanie argues that since the value of a soul cannot be measured, the space that is inside her is equally vast and thus infinite. In an attempt to fill her inner void, Melanie has gathered enough furnishings to have constructed a small castle with space and lodgings for a small score of people. Said castle also contains a myriad of objects considered art or beautiful... but that can't amount to the value of a soul, so they have minimal effect on giving her emotions. She also apparently has stocked an entire armory of military ordinance, which includes even anti-air and anti-tank weaponry, for no other reason than to preserve the valuables inside her.
Sub-power 1 Remodel:Melanie is capable of changing the conditions of the dimension she is connected to. She argues this is what was left of what others call "emotions". Presently, since she uses the space for occupation purposes she has changed the qualities to a low-moisture breathable atmosphere with a stable warm temperature. That can be changed to suit her needs. Useful in Christmas.
Sub-Power 2 Window: Melanie can create openings into her personal space, in a variety of shapes, that take the form of glowing white areas. There's no known limit to the size or shape she can make the openings. However, the main limit to this ability is that the floating portals need to be connected to her body somehow. She can produce them in every part of her body. Most notably, she cannot phase beings with a (sentient) soul inside her this way.
Sub-Power 3 Door:Melanie can phase herself out of this reality into her room, but only herself and whoever is holding hands with her (a chain of hands also works). Melanie and her visitors can stay inside this place until her supplies run out. Only Melanie can allow passage through this world. However, when Melanie enters, the Door she uses becomes "tethered" to the real world and cannot be moved. Changes on the real world where the tether is do no affect the placement. The Door will reappear in the same spot.

Relationships:

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Approved by Bee.

Alexander Kherol's Secretary

Name: Pallas Skyborn
Age:19

Physical Description:

Hider

Important items:

[Redacted]A personal diary. She guards it jealously.

[Redacted]: [Redacted] is a extremely decorated shield made of Perfected Electrum, fashioned like the shield of a certain mythological goddess. [Redacted] can [redacted]

Omni-tool: It's her communication device.

Coil Gun: For deterrent purposes. She is much better with melee weapons.

Credits: She has some pocket money in her person

Short Bio: Pallas was born as the daughter of a field commander of a certain colonizing expedition. She always strived to work hard and meet the expectations of her family. Never to shirk her duty, she was found out she had a penchant for melee weapons, after besting her friend, [Redacted] in a sparring match. The colonization filled her with hope.

But war happened, because of the greedy hearts of people. Chaos ran rampant, and themselves were cut off from their home planet for a significant amount of time as war raged. While the planet was fertile, and the native lifeforms were showing signs of intelligence, the lack of central command made the expedition crazy. A lot of them became delusional, thinking themselves as gods, and began to murder eachother, vying for power. Pallas was struck a nearly mortal blow, but managed to crawl into a safe place to heal.

When she recovered... she was the last one. In the colony. In her home planet. She wept and vowed that she would one day get her family back, no matter how far she had to go and how much universe had to travel.

[Redacted]

Pallas was found among the wreckage of the Zactrian System incident during the war, one of the few survivors. The Ascendance took notice of how a huge boost of PR would be to hire her as part of the post-war rebuilding. She found herself lucky enough to end up as the Secretary of Alexander Kherol, a post she holds currently.

Exceptional Skill List:

-[Redacted]
-[Redacted]
-[Redacted]
-[Redacted]
- Exceptional Intelligence
- Exceptional Swordsmanship

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Nice corpse looting there, m8t.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Honestly, I don't care

The "Ha ha ha I AM SUPER STRONK PEW PEW" was getting tiring fast, honestly.

Warm me when they decide to fish out Mugen for something from the underworld. Or whatever.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Blowing up cities? Not in my watch.

Mugen out.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Mugen

@CaptainSully@Weird Tales@supertinyking@Eviledd1984@TheForgottenArc

Mugen barely had time to react as she saw the oncoming blast. Thinking quickly, she charged as much ki as she could in a last ditch effort to staunch the collosal energy wave towards her. Even if grazed her, the impact was enough to send her plummetting, her arms mangled and charred, towards the ground. She didn't emit a sound, as she much gasped for air when she hit the asphalt hard and fast.

I should've known better. Why are you even doing this Mugen? You're a bon vivant. You are a bandit. A rogue, shouldn't be playing the heroine. I mean, most people don't even notice you... She gritted her teeth, as she stood on her feet again, her arms unusable. Shit She reeled, as she used her ki sense where her other senses failed to pick up the fight. It's working. We are chipping his stamina down by wolfing on it. But if it uses an explosive attack all at on... did he just kick Sam on its strongest stance towards a building? That is...too strong. She reeled as she focused her ki once more.

Can't run away. Kojiro wasn't that much of an ass. I like the third street crepe stand. Hell, I am a bandit, but that's because i enjoy the freedom of it all. The beauty... And I'd hate to see it becoming ash. Mugen prowled on, noticing the sharp sense of ki. Oh, no no no no... She gritted her teeth. Nobody could take that on... and survive.

But if someone didn't do anything... Well, her favorite crepe stand would be a crater. She focused. The first technique she ever learned. Shapeshifting. The ability to change her body shape and size... but with the caveat the toughness would be the same. She grew and grew, becoming a pot of collosal size, as Raditz charged his attack.

I am Mugen of the Mist. I confound. I make attacks miss. I steal the smiles of people. I bring hope to where is despair. I am the bandit king. And a king sees to his subjects. Mugen stood pround, as she shunted the entire attack with her body, now transformed in a gigantic pot of sturdy metal.

The attack ravage her body, undoing the transformation. Half of her face was gone. Her left arm was no more. A large section of her stomach was burnt, and the organs were charred beyond belief. Still, in her chapped bloody lips, she smiled, her sorry sight losing energies before Raditz.

"Real power my ass, monkey fucker... can barely kill a weak woman." She said, as her energies finally failed, life escaping from her body.

"I was tired of this shit Kojiro. See ya... bring me crepes next time, okay?" She sent a last telepathic message to her acquaintance, cold and numbness spreading through her body.

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Burner of Battalions

...or simply Bob

There were 595,244,321.5 unique and striking crystals on the lattice of the physical barrier that was chaining the mineral alien to the ground firmly. It knew, because it had enough time to count all of them. It had also began to name them. Some of them were aesthetically pleasing, so it used Kaisoeki pet names of them. Some of them were hideous, bent and malformed, so it used fleshbag names on them. It was like watching a telenovella, seeing the lattices vibrate with eachother as like a tiny cosmical army kept Bob in place without floating.

What was once a barrier, it had become several. It had wanderlust, for it had been betrayed and given to the Ascendence of Fleshbags as a token of peace. What a fleeting thing. One would say that the universe was peaceful, but Bob knew better. Amidst the harsh spaces of vacuum, raging infernos of celestial forges raveled and unraveled the threads of creation nonstop. Peace was but an illusion. And unraveling was fun. Too bad that the fleshbags were no good sports at all. And when it overcame its defenses to do what it seemed its vocation, screams and barriers soon followed. So now, like one of those small vapid children the humans called jewels, it was locked in a crystalline vault made by hideous malformed lattices of several kinds jumbled together.

They called it Vault. And it was surrounded by "warning signs" and "forcefields". It was encased in it. It remembered it of the other denizen it could ever hope to relate to. A consciousness sealed in a crystalline matrix carved with imperfections. It was called Realist. An alien intelligence that Kaisoeki would struggle to relate, but still relatable, for it had regularities, unlike the ever-changing atom strands of those slurry beings called humans. The way they existed in perpetual flux... was disgusting. It did not even understand how they were able to hold coherent thought, as their cognitive lattices were more liquid coolant that actual hard crystal. And the hard crystal parts they had, were only used as supports for their moist chemical mishmash they called organs.

It felt like vibrating with extreme disgust, but then it noticed other vibrations than itself. Something was happening. It wondered if Realist was okay.

Crystal lifeforms should support one another, should not they?

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Hi. Refer to It as Bob

"Sloshy Fleshbags, rejoice, for It, Bob, has decided to grace you with its fiery presence. Also, keep your sebaceous secretions off its shiny crystal surface."

Name: -Unpronounceable-, The Sword of Mars, Lord of Charcoal, Heretic Rho, Burner of Batallions, among many names. It goes by Bob. It just loves how pathetically flappy are the moist operculums of organic races when trying to pronounce it.
Age: Really Old, Crystals grow at a snail's pace.
Physical Description:

Important items: "Does It look like it has pockets?"
Short Bio: "Ever since Bob coalesced in a tiny Crystal in the planet of Kaisoeki it gazed at the stars and their fiery cores. It always was marvelled on how all sorts of matter came to existence in such celestial forges. But what it found the most amazing was when some of these forges, when they run out of material, burned ever so brightly, spitting the laws of the cosmos in a last fiery stand only to leave a lasting scar of darkness in the fabric of existence itself. What you fleshbags called Supernovae, it was inspired by them. Others like it chose to weave. It chose to unravel. It was what you could call a warrior. It was what you could call an heretic. It burned across the cosmos the story of its existance. When the Thievers of light and Minerals, the Green mucks, what you refer as plant-folk Rau've it smiled in glee. It could turn into charcoal all of them, for they were vile. It did not really mind much the theft of our lessers cousins, as in the cosmos, the hard scratch and the soft are scratched. It served with what you call distinction and earned renown. It was again called to serve, this time by helping the green mucks against you fleshbags. But it drew the line when fleshbags tried to crush kin and put it inside them. It find it disgusting, and for that, they still must be crushed. Still, it does not harbour hard feelings to the fleshbags who were treated with our comrade's husks. For they were soft, and the soft are scratched. It finds amusing this fight between fleshbags, and it desires to join, so it can too, turn more organics into coal."
Special Spell/Ex. Skill List:

Phantom Limbs(Telekinesis-World): Bob can create force effects as if it had sloshy appendages, allowing it to manipulated devices like an organic would. It can also hit with the force of a punch and even fling people who aren't too heavy. Like an organic would.

Plasma Jet (World): Bob's spell workhorse, the spell causes to manifest dissociated hot gas to be blasted in a direction towards a target. Bob can either hit a target or propel itself through space at good speed. It has short range, but it packs quite the punch.
Gravity Prison (World): Traps a target into a field that increases the target's gravity self-pull significantly. Softer targets might implode instead of just merely be paralyzed.
Plunder(High): Steals the magic energy of a target in its vicinity.
Disgregate(Change): Bob can turn into a fine dust without suffering any ill effects. While this form allows Bob to seep through crevices, it also makes very vulnerable to attacks that might scatter it across a wide area. The spell is not instantaneous, and if sufficiently disgregated, Bob might eventually cease to exist. Bob can also use it on other targets to slowly and painfully desintegrate them, but it has to be maintaned.
Reaggregate(Change): The opposite spell of Disgregate, Bob can use this to reassemble itself should it suffer damage. It also serves as minor healing spell for fleshbags (but given their sloshy internal structures it won't be able to heal anything beyond clean breaks and cuts). It can also repair broken equipment.

Warp(Timespace):Bob is able to create micro-warps and travel faster than light without the need of a ship. However, the magic requires concentration, time, can be highly disruptive inside an atmosphere, can cause non Kaisoeki to randomly have their inner organs reassemble, can teleport itself inside a planet's core if it's not careful...etc. In short, only on void atmospheres, and only for Kaisoeki travel.

Force Shield(High): A shield made of raw mana. It's not the most efficient but works against a lot of things. It can protect other targets if they are near disgusting vicinity within Bob, and may allow them to Warp safely.

Exceptional Endurance - "It can survive in space. Can you, organic slush?"

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Raditz is now Spiky McMonkey.