Double

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

(With assistance from @The Kid Lantern)

The opening attack hit its mark, and the speedster was temporarily stunned. Emphasis on "temporarily", for the speedster was back on his feet in mere moments. He then literally ran circles around them, until the force of his running began to suck away the air, leaving only a temporary vacuum within the vortex the Speedster created.

The robot was, of course, completely uneffected. The metahuman he was attempting to rescue, on the other hand, was not so fortunate. Atom's CPU calculated a dangerously short time before the metahuman would die of asphyxiation. Even before the air began to leave the area, Atom's internal computer was already calculating a precise attack that could stop the speedster in his tracks. All it required was a moment to charge up the Atomic Cannon. That, however, would not guarantee the survival of the fire-type metahuman, as there was no guarantee that the Atomic Cannon could charge fully before he suffocated to death.

Adhering to the First Law, Atom reached a robotic hand over to his current comrade and firmly but gently grabbed their shoulder, "Thrusters: full throttle." and with that command, his own jet boosters rocketed the pair straight upward. The vacuum the Speedster created worked like a tornado, appearing like a funnel of wind with a single clear opening straight up, which was where the two flew to.

The Speedster's vortex pulled Atom down like an intensified gravitational pull, but Atom didn't need to fully escape, just get far enough that his metahuman compatriot could breath once more and escape on their own. The robot himself was at no risk, having no lungs that required oxygen was one of the "perks" of being a machine in this situation.

"Thanks for the assist. Is that somebody else floating toward the super Nazi?" asked the Torch still being held in the air by the machine man.

Moments later the armored nuclear man struck at the speedster with power and precision. What happened next was the metahuman equivalent of a chicken running around with it's head cut off. The body zigged and zagged and finally ran into a building and fell to the ground.

Atom's scanners detected the death of the speedster, "Target: terminated." he reported, though not really to the Torch. In fact it wasn't that hard to tell that the robot was in contact with someone else during the whole affair.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

(Collab between Double and Arty Fox)

Cheese felt herself being snapped, pulled, twisted. Finally, her ears popped. Cheese hung onto the Snipers back legs were knotted around the Snipers torso and an arm locked around their neck. The two struggled almost silently for a moment. The sniper had an iron grip around her other hand with dripping red nails.

Cheese shrieked, a shard of pain exploding from her back. Her grip now loosened the sniper pulled her off their back and over the shoulder. Cheese landed heavily on her back without even air to shout when another bolt was fired into her.
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That one shot alerted the dozens of other Snipers. Some of them moved in slowly, while others began shifting their bodies into crossbow form. Hearing no orders from their commander, the Snipers were acting on a combination of their instinct and basic training. Even so, volleys of shots from this many of them could spell the end for anyone. Fortunate, then, that a familiar chuckle halted their actions. Seth, only just now awakening from his brief moments of unconsciousness, was staring up at the nonexistent sky. Their commander awake again, the Snipers now defaulted to their standby, and quietly awaited orders.

"Did someone... actually follow me here?" it didn't take the Nobody long to notice the cluster of gathering Snipers and so he slowly pushed himself to his feet and hobbled over to investigate. It was... Cheese? Somehow, the fairy managed to follow Seth and the Snipers to the Realm of Darkness, "You... probably shouldn't have followed me, y'know? This is the Realm of Darkness, where all the Heartless come from. People with hearts shouldn't come here if they value their humanity." even so, he waved away the Snipers that surrounded her, and they disappeared to patrol elsewhere.
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Her mind ticked over once, twice, and then finally a third time. Finally, as she lay sprawled against the dark ground, Cheese understood the situation clearly.

“These useless pricks work for you don’t they?” She took a shaky breath, swore, and then pushed herself into a sitting position. “I’d fire them and get some who actually think.”

Cheese hissed when her back and stomach protested painfully to the movement, but ultimately ignored them to get a good look at her surroundings. To her left there was darkness, and the same to her right, that hid the landscape almost completely and above there was…nothing. Cheese lost herself gaze upwards at the nothingness trying to drink in what was simply not there.

“Mac told me to work with you lot, keep you safe and all that.” Cheese tried to shrug and received another jolt of pain for her efforts. “Wouldn’t worry too much about the darkness, I’m not human anyway.”

Still Cheese felt an uncomfortable chill down her spine that made her think of a carriage on the underground; like an imminent danger was just a mere breath away, a small stumble and she’d have one of the hand rails burning through her flesh. Cheese felt a headache beginning to form making every beat of her heart pound painfully against her skull.

“Does that mean that the Heartless are all around us?” She asked, not quite sure if she use her magic just yet.
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A smirk from Seth, "These guys are lesser Nobodies - in other words - not quite the same level as Tocsax and me." he said with a wink, "They're usually pretty feral on their own, acting on nothing else but instinct. But they'll follow the orders of a higher ranking Nobody like myself," it'd been awhile since Seth explained how his kind works, but thankfully his memory wasn't failing him, "and trust me: my Snipers are the best of their kind. When they act on their own, Snipers appear in their default form and have to take time to charge their shots or shift into their larger crossbow forms. But I went to the trouble of training mine to appear only after they've shifted or charged their shots. Get what I'm saying?" he finished with a grin, "Anyway, that rock formation is a bit more comfortable to sit near, you'll have something to recline against." he gestured to the spot he hobbled from.

At this he got the fairy on her feet. Both of them were pretty wrecked, but together they made it to the rocks just fine, "To answer your question about the Heartless... in short, yep." as if to prove a point he gestured to the areas around him, "Listen real close, and you'll hear just how not useless my guys are." true to his word, by listening carefully they could hear the faint sounds of Snipers taking shots and the even fainter sound of Heartless dissipating. Seth's Snipers were effectively creating a perimeter around them and picking off any Heartless that came close. Of course, given Cheese's presence here that meant more Heartless than usual would be attracted to their location, but Seth wasn't lying when he said that his Snipers were the best of their kind.

"Oh, by the way..." Seth added, with a chuckle, "...being a human isn't what I meant by humanity. You've got a Heart, and that's all the Heartless care about. I'd stick near me if I were you. Soon enough I'll be able to open up a Corridor to get us out of here. Best not to wander off, I think." he flashed his usual grin.
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“S’pose they’re not entirely useless.” Cheese fell heavily to the ground, leaning against the rock she cracked a grin of her own. “Though they wouldn’t get rated very highly were I’m from, need more than just some fancy skills and flashy attacks.”

There was a ringing in her ears now that made her grin waver. Cheese knew she was too far away from Mac, she could feel the magic chains clawing unseen beneath her skin. However, the sensation she was feeling now was different than she was used to; normally when she was too far (normally around a mile or so most days) the chains pulled her in one direction. But this time she felt herself being pulled in every direction. Her nails wanted to wanted to go upward while her ribs tugged to her left. Cheese supposed it was because she was now in an entirely different world.

Cheese reapplied her sultry smile with a steadying breath. “I could speed things up for you, but I am going to want something in return.”

Here Cheese decided a demonstration was in order. She tugged and pulled at the magic around her and let it flow down through her arms to her hands. Her eyes shone violet and an ethereal green glow grew out from her hands. Then, breathing deeply, she placed her hands onto the wounds on her abdomen. The burning red skin returned to its previous colour and the bloodied hole knitted themselves closed. Within half a minute there was barely a hint that there had even been any wounds on Cheeses stomach and back.

“I can do the same for your wounds, and give a bit of energy too if you need it.” She looked at him. “All I want are your memories of your home world. Failing that though I suppose a favour of my choosing would be… acceptable.”

Her smile wavered again, the thundering headache refusing to be ignored.
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Seth could only offer her his usual, "Welp, have you ever trained a legion of creatures who can't exactly think for themselves? I'd say I did a pretty good job with what I had available to me," a wink, "all things considered."

The fairy demonstrated her healing ability. At least, it looked like some kind of healing magic. In any case her wounds were gone and all that seemed to be left was an inherent soreness of some kind. She offered to do the same for Seth, who really only could shrug in response.

"Some healing in exchange for my memories of home? I mean, I guess I could do that..." He didn't know if she would heal him first or scan his memory first, either way the result was the same. There was actually only one available memory for the fairy's perusal. It was a memory of a certain stormy night, wherein a young boy in a blue hoodie found themselves staring down the barrels of a firing squad, armed only with a shoddy gun and standing among a few other dead bodies around. Just when the firing squad opened fire, that was when it went blank. There was nothing else before it, and the memories after were all completely irrelevant as they only involved Seth traveling world to world and occasionally finding himself lounging about at a certain diner run by a certain moogle. Oh, and Seth seemed to be running a perpetually unpayable tab there.

Whatever the case, once the healing was applied, Seth grinned at the fairy, "Ready to go back?" he... didn't exactly give her time to respond. He just threw open a Corridor of Darkness on top of them, similarly to how he previously escaped from Hakim. The Corridor would, naturally, drop them back into the pyramid. Like, literally dropped, "Oof... welp, that may have been a bit bumpier than I intended, but hey, we're back in one piece right?" finally, he chuckled.

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

Posted. By the way, I purposely changed the wording of the first law. Yes, Atom was originally programmed with Asimov's original laws, but the Army had those laws reworded to allow Atom to fight against the Fourth Reich. He can attack, but he cannot kill.

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

High above the streets of DC's remains, a metallic object entered what was considered DC Airspace. At least, it was DC Airspace, the Germans now seemed to control much of it, and they did not take kindly to seeing a unidentified entity flying through their skies. That entity, object - or whatever it was - was the robotic soldier known by the American public as Mighty Atom. A resurrected project dating back to the 40's, the United States Army recently sanctioned his reactivation, and even provided a few "updates" to the robot's programming and arsenal. A trio of German helicopters attempted to sideline Atom, at first demanding that the robot identify himself. When they received no answer, the choppers all opened fire, but not a single shot hit their mark. Instead, the robot simply zoomed forward at even greater speed, a suitable evasive maneuver against comparatively slower machines like helicopters. They weren't as maneuverable either, not able to turn or bank nearly as sharply.

1. First Law: A robot cannot kill a human being or, through inaction, allow a human to be murdered.

"Target assessment: three Apache helicopters commandeered by German forces..." announced Atom, his tone cold and - for obvious reasons - robotic, "...Threat Level: Zero. Target engaged." Atom's first movement of attack was to fly straight through one of the chopper's broadsides, his speed and titanium body allowing him to tear through it like tinfoil. The chopper was practically torn into two halves. The Nazis aboard only had only just enough time to secure the nearest parachute. All four men aboard deployed them safely and descended toward the ground. Atom then locked onto the next nearest helicopter. It tried to open fire, but Atom was too fast, or perhaps the rounds simply bounced off of his armored body, it was difficult to say from that distance. Suddenly, Atom was right up on the front screen of the chopper, "Target acquired." the Nazi pilot heard him say before the robot straight up punched his way into the cockpit. Taking only a split second to ensure the pilot wore a parachute, Atom forcefully through him out into the sky. Atom grabbed controls with his left hand to keep the chopper stable, "Evakuieren dieses Fahrzeug und Sie werden nicht geschädigt werden." he said to the co-pilot and others aboard in their own language. His communication protocols were programmed with nearly every spoken language on Earth, including German.

"Gehen Sie mechanische Bedrohung zur Hölle!" responded the co-pilot, followed by he and the others attempting to attack. This was nothing to the robot, who one-by-one ejected them from the aircraft without even releasing his left hand from the controls. Once he was alone, Atom flew back outside and, after spinning around to face the crashing chopper, unloaded enough Atomic Blaster shots to reduce the craft into harmless smoldering bits.

"Target destroyed," announced the robot, "Casualty report: zero percent." then he turned his sights onto the third and final chopper which, by now, was already in full retreat, "Target is retreating. Requesting new orders." all of Atom's announcements were, in fact, status reports sent to someone observing his mission. Those individuals were Lisa Miles, the robotics and computer engineer who reactivated him; and Staff Sargent Warren Trent, their Army liaison and generally the one relaying orders from the General himself.

"Pursuit! Take down that chopper!" responded a man's voice in Atom's communicator, "Confirm command."

"Command confirmed," Atom responded immediately, "Target is acquired." he began his pursuit, but slowed when his sensors picked up unusual heat signatures coming from the ground level. He stopped and scanned it more thoroughly.

"Atom, why the Hell did you stop? That chopper's getting away!" it was Trent, sounding frustrated.

"Sensors have detected a metahuman conflict on the ground. Identified as a fire type and speedster type respectively. The speedster bears the Nazi colors."

"Ignore them. That chopper may be carrying valuable intel! Confirm command!"

"Command confirmed." spoke Atom, who then proceeded to fly full speed toward the ground, effectively ignoring Trent's orders.

"Get back up there, Atom! That's an order!" Trent was sounding angrier, but a woman's voice silenced him.

"He can't! It violates the second law."

By this time, Atom had already crashed into the battle zone, giving the speedster an unexpected right hook that would send him flying into a nearby wall. Atom didn't have to hold back as much against Metahumans, as they usually had some form of healing factor that allowed them to survive what most normal humans couldn't, "New target acquired," announced Atom, now standing where the speedster had been, "Identified as speedster type metahuman. Threat level: moderate. Target... engaged."

2. Second Law: A robot must obey any command given to it, provided the command does not conflict with the First Law.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

@Arty Fox I don't mind, but Seth isn't exactly the type to talk about himself, so she might find herself getting frustrated.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

@Letter Bee Well, the version of his CS that you have did point out that the only genuine memory Seth still has is the dream he just awoke from.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

@Letter Bee I don't think I'll be taking that specific job, anyway. Hours looked horrendous (4:45am - 5:30pm Monday - Friday PLUS possible overtime on weekends). HOWEVER, there's still another job I might get so my starting a new job soon is still the same, this one should just have far more reasonable hours that don't sound like a nightmare like the previously mentioned one. xD

Posted, by the way. Sorry, Bee, but breaking Seth's mental block isn't going to be that easy.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

Glory of France - Pyramids of Giza

"Help me..." Seth began, still keeping his grin but his fatigue was obvious to anyone looking at him, "...by trying to kill me?" Seth rasped out a chuckle, that actually managed to evolve into a genuine laugh, "Do you even... hear yourself? That's some... seriously messed up logic you're using... y'know?" Seth found himself pausing in his speech more and more. Fatigue? Well, yes, but as usual there was a method to his madness.

"You're a real piece of work... old man." he said, the right sleeve of his coat falling down some, enough that his gloved hand was covered by it, "By the way... you're still forgetting one very important thing-" the Corridor that opened up on top of him cut Seth off before he finished what he was saying. As drained as he was, the Corridor closed instantly, taking Seth with it. Seth's Snipers all vanished in that instant as well, following their commander obviously. Seth didn't have any strength to travel long distance, but there was one destination he could still reach without actually going anywhere...

The Realm of Darkness

Seth instantly lost his footing and nearly collapsed, "...that." Seth finished, despite no one being around to hear it. Even so, he now found himself in the dreaded Realm of Darkness. Dreaded, that is, to everyone except a Nobody like Seth. Those who dive too deeply into Darkness always risked losing their Hearts to it. That was an indisputable fact that wasn't going to change any time soon. Then again, Seth didn't have a Heart to lose. So, even if it was a technicality of sorts, Seth had all the freedom he desired to roam in and wield the Darkness at no actual risk to himself. Seth saw a nearby rock formation - looking rather warped due to the influence of the Darkness - and hobbled over to it. Once there, he finally let himself collapse, leaning back against the rock and oddly laughing to himself.

"Ha...!" Seth rasped aloud, "Let's see the old man come over here and try to kill me." he muttered victoriously. As self-righteous as the man was, there was surely no way in Hell he'd risk his own Heart just to follow Seth. A "lowly Nobody" like Seth was surely not worth the effort. And even if he tried to, Tocsax and probably others would stop him. It may not have been a victory in battle, but at least Hakim's ludicrous idea could never happen now. By this point, Seth's Snipers were beginning to gather around him. It wasn't long before Every. Single. Sniper. he commanded was milling about in his location, ready and able to shoot anything that moved. By this point, Seth's eyes became heavy, and he found himself drifting off to sleep.

He dreamed of rain. Lots of it. In fact in his dream it was practically storming. The field seemed only lit by flashes of lightning. A combination of thunder and gunfire roared all around. Then there was Seth - or at least, a young boy that looked like him - standing in an ankle-deep puddle of water wearing a blue hoodie and black shorts, armed with nothing but a shoddily-made 10mm Submachine gun that was too soaked to fire anymore. Not that that would have mattered, the gun hadn't spent a single bullet of a single magazine yet. The boy shivered, cold in the rain. Or was he perhaps scared? There were several corpses on the ground around his feet, all shot dead by superior firearms. There was a loud click, followed by a dozen more of them. The boy looked around himself, soldiers in special-forces armor bearing some kind of crucifix insignia all trained their weapons on him. Suddenly it got dark, well, darker than it already was. Even lightning wasn't enough to light the sky. The boy opened his mouth to scream. The soldiers opened fire.

Seth awoke with a jerk. How long had he been asleep? No idea, his face and forehead were drenched in a cold sweat. Seth wiped it all away with his hands. He looked up toward the non-existent sky... and he chuckled.

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

Just to give you all a heads up, I might be starting a new job this Monday. If my posting frequency slows down over the next couple of weeks, then at least you know the reason why.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

Just to give you all a heads up, I might be starting a new job this Monday. If my posting frequency slows down over the next couple of weeks, then at least you know the reason why.

I apologize ahead of time if this prevents me from being able to post once a day or every two days.