Enarr

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“There is little we do not know Michael Faraday…You have the potential to shape a great war, we seek to understand why.”

"Ditto," he muttered, seeming to share the stranger's curiosity for his own reasons. "Well, the first part anyway." He shrugged his shoulders, temporarily accepting the mystery as he said, "Who knows what war I could shape. I'm about as clueless as you buddy. You came at me with lightning n' stuff, so I'm gonna assume that you're probably not looking to play checkers or something."

As the electric skeleton spawned an aura of dark lightning that surrounded himself and encompassed the entire area, Michael activated the torch's charge, emitting a radiance that battled against the coming darkness. Where the floor of the beach had been shrouded in a blanket of blackness, it now began to glint with an unpigmented shine. And the sands were not the only thing that had begun to change, the light seemed to reach out and surge across the surface of the sea beside them. Despite the intense luminescence, the light seemed to dodge the shadowed one altogether, as if cowering away from the darkness.

The wave of electric energy raised the hairs of Michael's companions. They all spread their eyes in amazement at first, gasping and sputtering in shock of the sudden burst. But they quickly regained their composure before they too began to pick up their items from where the campfire had been. They quickly clothed themselves and grabbed their belongings before they awaited Michael's command.

Realizing that they were waiting on him, Michael shouted the one thing that made sense to him. "Attack!"

It was at that time that Michael stopped staring at the brightness of everything and instead began to do battle. Shoving both his hands forward, in the direction of the stranger, he launched his fireball forth, splitting his hands in a one hundred-eighty degree angle. The fireball cut the distance quickly, sparking along the way as the 2 foot thick sphere bursted along a collision course with the skeleton's core.

As soon as the ball left Michael's hands, his companions began a charge on the skeleton. Two young men and two young women approached carrying umbrellas, beer bottles, and a knife used for flaying fish.

Titans!

Roman said
I could post Ghost Rider but don't see much point seeing as her arc is also the current YA arc and you and I are the only YA members left. I'm also waiting on Hillan before I post again as Black Mask.

Haiku/Drew said he wouldn't mind continuing, but there's no response from Kal-El. I'mma assume that Yoshi's done. That leaves you, me, and DSW. Unless some of the guys I don't communicate with regularly are still here.

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Skallagrim said
I think toning down worlds at the moment will be a good idea so we can get these characters already int he NMV up and fighting somewhere. Nightrunner feel free to ask questions regarding the fight. Everyone has different experiences and learning is a process of trial and error as well as the tales from others.Alright Khan if you offer and Nightrunner accepts great, thanks for the help.

I accept. Thanks to both mentors.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Beta said
Not that it's my place to say, but I feel we have enough realms as it stands right now. Much more and things will get too spread out, we won't have enough players to keep all the realms interesting, and the RP as a whole will end up suffering for it. Just my stance, though. I'm not a GM.

Got it. You may not be a GM, but I'll trust that you know better than I do in this case.

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Seeing the light of the torch devoured by darkness, Michael gulped before pushing his willpower into the light of the torch, charging it with supernatural brightness that had been previously undeniable. But even as more power flowed into the light Michael, knew it would take a moment for it to brighten significantly, and by the time that it was ready, it might already have been too late. So, keeping his light trained on the approaching visitor with his left hand, Michael backed up a yard or two, buying himself a bit more time to get situated, and he drew the flames from the fire up and into the air, seeing them burn a bit more wildly in response to the emotional disturbance caused by the shadow-shrouded figure.

“Michael Faraday…you have presented the Dreamers with a curious set of potentialities. I have come to see which weave of fate you shall take and what worlds you shall affect with your choices.” He saw lilac-colored lightning lurch up and down the intruders body as he heard the message from the being's horrifyingly terrible voice.

"How do you know my name?" Michael shouted, with a hint of impudence. "Who are you and who are the dreamers?" There were too many questions to ask, but Michael doubted that he'd find many answers.

Calling the hovering flames towards him, Michael gathered the fire into a ball around his right hand, which was open and now facing the mysterious figure. It was then that Michael realized that the stars had disappeared. It was so black that the sky looked dead.

As the dark visitor changed his position, Michael also readied himself, spreading his legs and knees apart. He put his right shoulder towards the mysterious opponent and outstretched his right arm, keeping it and the flame at shoulder level while the left hand kept the torch trained on the visitor while Michael slowly stepped forward. His pose was slightly reminiscent of a Hadouken when he turned his chest forward and had his right knee nearly at a right angle.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

So, if I wanted to flesh out the world I'd created and have fighters there who are not participants of cross-dimensional travel, could I fill out some sheets for them? In that case, would they be Secondary/Non-Critical Characters? Also, if I wanted to flesh out a general for MF's faction, would I follow the same procedure?

Is there any particular procedure for making a thread to add a universe to this game? I'd like to add Tangent as a location after I finish our T1 lesson.

New Lilith: Shadows of Darkness

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The Dellinger Residence; 3:45 PM

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Vvvvrrrrrrrooomm! The sound of my motorcycle was deafening as I blasted down the nigh-empty roadway. The clear blue sky stood out against the pavement, something I hadn't seen enough of lately. Between classes, homework, and having a life, the time I had to ride as free as a bird had been eaten like a plastic bag drenched in gasoline.

But enough complaining. For now, at least. My friend, scratch that, I meant classmate. My classmate Simon Dellinger is an uber nerd who wants me to use my 'super powers' to do something spectacular. And he doesn't seem to care that it involves me getting shot at. A lot.

Only god knows why, and he isn't telling, but for some reason I have a two-fold superpower. Using my willpower, I can speed up or slow down how fast other people's hearts beat. The other thing: I can release a gas that is like a temporary steroid from my pores. It's a curse, or so I'd like to think. Simon thinks it's a gift to sweat out steroids.

Seeing two hills, covered in trees on the roadside, interrupted my ride. Pulling over from the center of the road, I leaned into a narrow stone-paved driveway that was placed between the hills, and rolled down it's path for about a quarter mile. While following the path, I passed through a thick woods that just barely kept it's distance from the trail. The sun was hardly visible behind the treetops that hung over the course.

But then I saw the house. At the end of the drive, it looked like the light that people see at the end of tunnels. Bathed in golden sunshine, the manor looked like it could've housed the president, if not then at least the first lady when she needed a getaway. But, jeez, I mean there were pillars that held a pointed roof over the veranda. As I drove closer, unlike most most buildings in the city, it actually looked more appealing as I got closer. It felt like I was staring at a museum piece, like I should avoid touching it and instead simply try to recreate it on a pad of paper.

Tossing that instinct aside, I threw my legs over the seat of my bike and swung off the bike entirely, leaving it parked in a circular-designed stone driveway behind a Rolls-Royce, a Crossfire, and something that could only be summarized as a stryker. With eight wheels, a black paint job, and a shell of stacked plates, I couldn't help but get a closer look. Casually strolling towards it, I walked in front of it, only to be surprised by what I saw. The cockpit had room for one person, I always thought tanks and things needed a whole crew. I set my hand and felt the cool metal, sliding my hand against it's smooth, matte surface.

"Are you done, yet?" A familiar voice interrupted my experience with the most amazing car I'd ever seen, let alone touched. For that question, only one answer even starts to make sense. Coming from the doorway to his home, it continued to vex me, "You're just standing there, feeling my dad's car up."

"No," I said. "I haven't begun to feel this car up." I said, raising my head to look at Simon before pulling my hand and fingers off the armored urban vehicle. As I stepped away from it, and came up to a short set of stairs that grew narrower as I grew closer to the door, I asked the question that was on my mind. "Can we use that? I mean, if someone had that, and I were a criminal, I would so find a new job." As I finished approaching the door, Simon cocked his head and stuffed his tongue into his cheek before reluctantly answering.

"Nah. I thought about it myself, but my dad would recognize it in a heartbeat. It's too unique for anything, really, except openly blowing stuff up," he paused. "But I've got something that is far more useful at this point, anyways."

With a smile, he spun his fingers, motioning for me to follow him, as he turned around and ran through his house, dropping the door on me as I slipped through the comparatively miniature entryway to the gargantuan estate. As soon as I'd gotten around the door, I spotted Simon bolting down the narrow foyer, passing the grandiose lobby that resembled a ball room, and climbing a staircase on the right side that had a parallel one on the left. Once at the top, he stopped and looked back down at me.

"Come on, dude! I know for a fact that you can go faster than that," He playfully squealed as he rested at the top.

I could. At this point I was just jogging through the foyer, briefly admiring the many splashes of art on every wall. It was obviously carefully arranged so that it was awe inspiring every possible direction that one might turn their head, yet it majestically still managed to completely avoid a gaudy appearance. Psshh. Rich people.

Finally, I made my way through the lobby and up the stairs. I took each step with the infamous touch of a tortoise, easing slowly between steps and pretending it required a great deal of balance.

"Drake, hurry up! I'll give you a tour later. But hurry up for right now."

"Meh." Shrugging my shoulders, I gave in. "Why not." My feet rolled up the steps, cycling like a set of well oiled gears as my hand slid up the mahogany rail and my feet pushed off red carpet that lavishly covered the staircase. "I'm comin', Simon. Where are we going anyways?"

"The back," he said, leaving a hint of mystery in his words before he took off again, right as I reached the climax of the staircase.

He jogged towards a pair of doors that rested in between the parallel staircases on a small, yet elegant platform. Then, shoving both the doors in, made his way through a hall that had countless doors on either side until we came to another large ballroom. Following closely behind him, I watched as he took us to an elevator nested in the corner of the room.

"Going down," he said as the mechanical door spread open. With a mock curtsy, he jested "Ladies first."

As I stepped into the elevator I made a snarky comeback that obviously hit him harder than I meant for it too. "Dude, you couldn't get a lady if you tried. That's why you're in an elevator with me."

A look of shock came over Simon's face before he huffed and crossed his arms. He impatiently tapped his feet against the floor as he anxiously whispered a countdown to the ride's end. Then, the elevator dinged and the door made a puff as it spread from the wall. Aside from the bulb in the elevator, there wasn't a single source of light. But without a second thought, he cut in front of me and stepped into the expansive shadow. Smacking his hand against the nearest wall, he felt for a light switch before flipping it.

"Dude, where are we?" I asked with amazement saturating my words.

"Welcome to my basement." He plainly said, stepping out from my view of the large empty space. Everywhere I looked there was concrete so smooth that it looked like it had never been used. The only thing that made it believable that it was an actual basement was the fact that there was a car in pieces against one wall next to scattered tools.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked, clasping my hands together and grinning hard. "A.. Bat-cave?"

"No," he said, bluntly disillusioning me. "That would be over here," he said, strolling towards a door in the corner opposite to this one.

The door he led me to was cast iron. Dense and visibly durable, Simon had to press his entire against it to press it forward. On the inside, a dulled lightbulb illuminated a small room of cobwebs, pipes, and water heaters against the wall. The floor was grated and had rails, keeping me and Simon about two feet away from the utilities on either side. With an obvious sense of direction, he opened one last door at the edge of the Boiler Room and showed me what looked like a living room, including a TV and couch.

"This is your Batcave," Simon said as he raised his arms. "This used to be a room for the butler to live in. But, since he moved out and my parents don't have a need to replace him, this has been empty for months. Admittedly it's an odd thing to do, building an apartment under a mansion, but mom and dad liked the idea. Down here, there are no doors, except for the bathroom and closets," he said, taking me through it. "You have a bedroom, a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and a work space."

Taking me to a section of the apartment that resembled the main basement, he pointed around it and towards a garage-style door that was against it's farthest wall. "This is where I'd expect you to do most of your work. You can keep a costume, a car, trophies, and other stuff in here, as well as building things and.. research. Yeah, that's it, I think."

I would've responded, but I was too busy being impressed by the space.

"I even have a costume ready for you. And a van we can work in. Wanna' see them?"

Swallowing my saliva and forcing a stop to my grin, I whimpered, "Yes."

T1- Training thread usable by all.

Thanks for the knowledge-sharing. I'm tired, so I'mma get to sleep for tonight and get back to this tomorrow. Thanks, dude.

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As the flames from the fire removed the ache from his toe, Michael felt them shimmer, not his toes, but the flames. It wasn't how the tips of a flame normally move, dancing at random, this was his fire, it moved only when and how he commanded it to. The only time that his elemental flames ever had moved without his initiative is when there has been something else--someone else that took the reins from him.

Pulling his fingers out of the fire, Michael stood up and turned around, hearing the gentle sound of the sand shifting in the distance. He picked up his wadded black jacket, which had been strewn in the sand, and he shook it out before throwing it over his back and pulling his arms through it's sleeves.

"Everyone, get up," he firmly ordered, sensing danger on the horizon.

He saw his friends all do as he'd said while he prepared to find exactly what was out there. He walked over towards the cooler and lifted it's lid. Beside the beers were his electric torch was being stored. As he put his hand towards the torch, his eyes flickered a few feet away, resting in the sand, a bit closer to the fire, were his sword and his shield. He picked up the torch and put in his pocket before he dropped the cooler's lid and scurried towards his sword and shield, both of which were family heirlooms with magical beast-slaying properties. The sword was about three and a half feet long with an easily distinguishable, yet plain, steel handle that lacked much decoration at all. His shield was also quite plain, the only distinguishable thing that let him spot it amongst the sand was the thin silver layer topping the wood below it.

Without turning it on yet, he grabbed his torch from his pocket, as his hand fumbled past his pepper spray, and held the torch in both hands, first looking around him without yet activating it. Then, he saw someone coming. Adjusting his maroon beanie and pulling it down over most of his head, his face shifted from a crooked smile to a solemnly nervous stare. He pressed the button on his torch, and activated a faint light that only barely managed to reach the ghastly figure that was approaching.

"I get a bad feeling about this," Mike whispered as he stepped back towards the fire. Sawllowing hard, he abruptly stopped inching back and yelled out, "Who goes there?"

T1- Training thread usable by all.

That's a neat bit of history. I put up my post. Does that work?