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"You're a fine warrior. Call me sentimental..."







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The Tyrant Shell Universe - Mechapunk (Mecha and Cyberpunk mixed together).
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@Ciaran She's good, but I want some weaknesses that are beyond personality weaknesses. Like actual weaknesses to her abilities.








I'm a twenty-three-year-old American male with a vivid imagination and a love for the art form above all else. I live on the east coast, and thus, I'm in the American-Eastern (UTC-05:00). I'm a person who loves to tease people, so don't take it personally. Speaking of which, I write on an advanced level (though, I may dip into casual if I'm not feeling it), and can write some pretty detailed and three-dimensional characters (My characters are thought out in general, of course). I don't really care for jamming a post with unnecessary detail as I care about putting the essentials into a post, so keep that in mind if you want to RP with me.

I value creativity above all else. I'm more of a Scifi/Modern guy than fantasy, and I do like realism in my RPs (even if it's a small amount) because all media is based on reality in one way or all.






❱ I am twenty-three, and capable of handling mature themes (Long before I was twenty-one in fact). I don't want to write a porn RP, but if sex comes up, I'm down with it as long as it makes sense. And I don't want to write a sappy romance RP as I want to write a good story, so we'll have to work out the deets.

❱ Add me on Skype/Discord if you can, it'll be easier to discuss things. My contact information is in my sig.

❱ If you don't want to write with me anymore, tell me. But, if you drop without saying a word, oh well. That's the end of that. lol

❱ I am pretty patient, so long as the RP interests me, I don't care how long it takes.

❱ I tend to write a lot of different characters if possible, so keep that in mind. I just like writing characters with different pasts or philosophical beliefs.

❱ We can keep the sheets short and sheet since this is a 1x1 (and because of the above point).

❱ I'm totally cool with a 1x1x1/private RP/etc RP if a single idea gets enough interest and all parties involved want to do it.

❱ I'll do RPs in PMs, or threads, but I prefer threads because I have nothing to hide but a lot to show.

❱ Now, I'll be blunt, if I don't like your ideas, and don't really think we'll "click," I'll be straight up and say I don't want to do it. Or if I don't want to do the RP.




I.E the stuff I really want to do.











Basically stuff we can work out. Things I'd really like to do are in red.



❱ Other Original
❱ Original Horror RP (Like any kind, I want to write some more edgy horror).


❱ Fandom (I'm less inclined to do this, but my only rule is that we stick to OCs much as possible)
❱ Armored Core.
❱ Anarchy Reigns.

❱ Little Witch Academia.
❱ Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.
❱ Overwatch.

❱ Life is Strange.
❱ Transistor.
❱ Street Fighter.
❱ Skullgirls.
❱ Furi.
❱ Afro-Samurai.
❱ RWBY.
❱ Runaways (Marvel)
❱ Wakfu (Don't know too much about the lore, so w/e).
❱ Resident Evil.
❱ One Piece.
❱ Psychonauts.
❱ Castlevania.














Metahumans (sometimes called Deltahumans) are humans that were exposed to the Delta-Point Energy, or a Delta-Crystal, and had undergone a Manifestation Event. These Metahumans have gained abilities that defy the laws of nature, men with super strength, children that can control ice, and women that can teleport are the tip of the iceberg. This manifestation event only occurs after a human being has developed a sufficient amount of Delta-Point energy within their body. The rate which this energy develops depends on how much a person is exposed to (Codenamed their Exposure Event) and if a person touches a crystal for a prolonged amount of time their energy will develop at a much faster rate than somebody who was briefly exposed. In a lot of cases, exposure to this energy will not cause a manifestation to occur, but 15% of humans are compatible with the energy and can manifest a power. It's unknown what causes a person to manifest as anyone of any sex, of any gender, is capable of manifesting, it's widely believed to be just chance. After many of them were covered, destroyed, or drained of all of their energy, it's fairly difficult to get exposed to the crystals and most are exposed to it by other Metahumans. There are two ways to manifest: Naturally, or Under High-Stress. If manifesting naturally, it can take over years for a Metahuman to manifest their powers. There seems to be a correlation between high-stress situations and the rapid growth of powers as many Metahumans who manifested.

Upon manifesting the Delta-Point Energy will completely flow within a person's being from their skin, all the way to their bones. It is normally invisible to the regular human eye, but when a Metahuman is straining themselves or using their power a great deal, their energy will show. When a Metahuman uses their power on the outside world, a small amount of the meta-human energy gets projected and focused in that area. Such as a Water-Elemental controlling a cup of water will get some of the energy projected into it, allowing them to manipulate the water inside of it until they cease to control and the energy returns to their body. However, this still leaves the energy in the area and can possibly cause others to manifest who are compatible.

There are four types of Delta-Crystals/Delta-Point Energy that exist in the world: Type-Yellow (for those that have developed physical powers), Type-Red (for those who have gained an ability that pertains to manipulating the environment), Type-Blue (For those who have manifested a mental ability of some kind), Type-Green (for those who can alter the properties of other powers), and Type-White (those that have powers that don't fit the other categories). Depending on what kind of energy somebody is exposed to will dictate which type of power a Metahuman will develop. From either gaining the ability to manipulate the earth when exposed to red energy, read minds with Blue energy and so on. However, it's possible for these categories to blend together as it's also possible to get exposed to multiple different types of energy and will end up with a power that spans multiple categories. This is a rare type of Metahuman but these kinds of Metahumans are known as Type-Chromatic.

There is such a thing as powers being hereditary, but it is very rare within the Metahuman communities. When Metahumans have children, that child has a 95% higher chance to manifest an ability than anybody else. This is because, when a child is in the womb, the child is bathed with the energy and will grow and develop a similar power to their parents. However, the child will always take after the mother power-wise as they will be exposed to maternal energy more than paternal energy. This is why, if only one parent is a Metahuman, it's far more likely that the child will manifest if the mother possesses the powers. Even if the power is hereditary, the power will be different in certain ways, as nobody has the same one power. If the parents of a Metahuman are different types, there is a higher chance that the child will end up being a Type-Chromatic. Metahumans have a very particular effect attached to them: the Black Fall Effect. This has two main effects on the Metahuman population: firstly, all Meta-humans are subconsciously attracted to each other whether they want to or not. So subtly that it's next to impossible to even notice. It causes the shyest people to head out and interact or draws Metahuman to one location. The more Meta-humans that are around, the more intense this "flocking" effect will get.

Metahumans have an interesting relationship with the Delta-Crystals, as when in contact with a Delta-Crystal, a Metahuman receives a boost to their power as long as they remain in contact. This boost depends on which type of crystal a Metahuman is holding - as if they are a Type-Red holding a Type-Yellow, it'd be an incredibly minor boost to their ability. However, if the crystals are compatible, it'd be an insane upgrade to their powers. With one Metahuman being capable of doing city-changing feats while in contact with a crystal. Though, it will be an insane strain on the Metahuman and will increase their risk for ashing.

However, while powers are truly incredible, they come at a price, powers have a toll on the body and mind. Excessive and unrestrained use would cause what could be described as physical overexertion, and the Metahuman body gets strained from overuse. Pushing powers beyond their limits in high-stress situations cause even worse problems, and at it's most extreme, it may cause an effect known as "Ashing". This is basically an extremely deadly ailment where a Meta-human self-destructs, and their powers shut off, and all their cells will die at an alarmingly fast rate. Their cells will literally drop off their body like specs of ash, and this process will continue until there is absolutely nothing left of a Meta-human. This state is extremely deadly, and there's a mere 4% chance of survival - Even if an ashing victim does survive, there are some permanent physical damage (Amputation, Brain damage, loss of powers, etc, etc - Are a few to note) so it's considered a fate worse than death. Ashing is what Meta-humans truly fear, as any meta-human can ash if they are not careful.

It's possible for regular humans to ash if exposed to large amounts of Delta-Point Energy, and they are among the few that don't or can't manifest a power. This will largely occur if a person is in prolonged contact with the Delta-Point energy as it would take a large amount of energy for this to be possible. However, this can occur with the smallest amount of Delta-Point energy, and anyone who's not capable of manifesting can die from ashing.

Through the study of the crystals and the Delta-Point energy, there has been technology developed from them. They were noted to be a very potent energy source, and the energy can be harnessed in different ways. Most notably, by studying the energy, many organizations have created devices that can detect the energy within people and the crystals in the wild. Of course, these devices are considered to be a huge violation of privacy and are rarely employed. Then there are the simple Suppressant-Collars which are metal devices made to be wrapped around somebody's next that completely disables the usage of activation powers - for those whose powers are permanent changes, they have no effect on them. On the more insidious side, the mad scientists of the world have figured out means to give people powers: Serums. These serums are full of a glowing green liquid that infuses a person's body with the Metahuman energy and after the process is complete, they'll gain a superpower that corresponds with the color of the energy. These serums are usually sold to the highest bidder but are only capable of being purchased by those with a hefty chunk of change, but some people are just given the serums. It's unknown where these serums are coming from, or who are making them, but authorities are doing their best to find out.

In the summers of 1963, there was a sudden and abrupt meteor shower that wrought havoc over the skies of Earth, spreading bizarre crystals across the world wherever their debris made landfall. These crystals were infused with strange radiation that would "infect" living beings that either came in contact with the crystals themselves or were in proximity and got infected with the crystal's energy. This gave rise to the "First Generation" of Metahumans as the first of few individuals with such abilities found their place in the world. While this first generation proved to be relative unknowns, rumors or bogeymen to all but a handful of informed figures, their presence in the world would gradually increase over the coming decades, eventually causing mass hysteria as rumors were proven true and sightings impossible to cover up. By the 1980s, this had led to waves of rioting, protests and even mass displays of religious fervor as the public digested the knowledge of their existence in various ways. Eventually, the governments of the world attempted to manage their Metahuman populations through regulation and incorporation into newly established government agencies, but even so great unrest had and still continues to persist even to the modern day. This manifestation of Metahumans would eventually be known as the Delta-Storm and many theorize that it has happened before, and could happen again. After Delta-Storm, almost all the crystals were taken into government custody, but a few remained at large and it is theorized that they're growing in number.


♦ TYPES OF METAHUMANS ♦




♦ HIGH METAHUMAN POPULATIONS ♦




♦ ORGANIZATIONS ♦





♦ THE VERTHAVEN DISASTER ♦



Mind if I make a fantasy universe?


Long as its cool.

Okay, so I have no idea what to write. Being part of like five other roleplays has kind of drained me of any idea's for plots.


Give it time, and then come back to it, don't force it (and maybe someone else' post will give you an idea).
Felt like making a post just because. I wanted to come up with a flashback for Britney, but honestly I couldn't come up with anything that won't make the next scene redundant.


@Eric Horst
St. Mercer Hospital



The first thing that Britney thought about doing was arming herself as she knew the threat that the Glutton posed better than most of the people here, and unfortunately that meant she had to be ready for a surprise attack. The Glutton's true form rendered weapons useless against it, but if the Glutton had enthralled anyone... then this could be useful. She put her hands out and a wheat-colored light appeared in her between her hands, almost like a long rod. As the light faded it revealed a wooden spear, long, durable and with both ends pointed to the point where it could easily impale people. Perfect, she had no idea how to use a spear, but this would help a lot if she was caught off guard - she wouldn't have to worry about making anything to defend herself.

Slowly turning the knob, Britney walked on her tip toes to reduce the amount of noise that she was making as possible. Good thing that she didn't have any shoes on, she would have abandoned them anyway. She didn't know where her friends were, or who else was in the hospital, what she did know was that she had to get out of here fast as...

A door creaked open and Britney was about to pee herself, and on complete instinct, she whipped her entire body around towards the said door. Her spear was ready to stab whoever was unfortunate enough to open the door with impunity... but after the shock wore off, she realized that she was facing a person. Not a corrupted, not the Glutton, but some blood haired person whose gender was difficult to immediately discern.

Whom she was still pointing a stick at.

"... Oh, hey, sorry," Britney said as she lowered her weapon, wielding it with one hand. "I'm just a little tense... well more than a little tense." She put a hand on her chest, trying to sound casual and nice but her nerves were through the roof. Even if the person appeared "human", they could still have been enthralled by the Glutton.

"Yeah, sorry, but we need to get out of here fast as possible, it's dangerous here... and here I am getting ahead of myself," Britney pointed a spear at this person, but didn't even bother to give out her name, "my name is Britney, yours?" She quickly said.




The IC is hot n' ready boiz! Now, just have your characters be having adventures or w/e and they get brought to Praxis.





Night had already fallen over the city of St. Raleigh and a church were abandoned the night of the sermon. Except for one person who had taken a seat on one of the rows of wooden chairs in this rustic looking church that was constructed out of grey blocks. She was an abnormally tall African-American woman who had donned a leather jacket and blue jeans, finishing it off with her heavy steel-toe boots. She had a head full of dreadlocks and a face full of worry... what was her name? Nakala Phillips. She was growing a glowing yellow crystal in the air before she caught it, and repeated the process over and over again until she heard heavy footsteps approaching. That was the cue, and she knew that she had exactly what she came for. She caught the crystal just as her target walked into sight, a man covered in a black, thick, armor from head to toe and wielding a light machine gun, his eyes shining a bright red color as he marched in. He stood at the podium as Nakala hopped to her feet, holding the crystal behind her back.

She knew exactly what she was dealing with, and despite that, she was still nervous as hell. Nakala was taking a huge risk here because she knew about all the stories about this man. About all the lives he has ruined, and all the terror he has brought to the world. He was Abel... the most dangerous man in the world, and she was face to face with him.

"Nakala Phillips..." Abel spoke in a deep robotic monotone, as he faced her down, showing not even the slightest hint of emotion or humanity. "Why have you sought me out?" Though, monotone, he didn't immediately gun her down like his reputation as a boogeyman would have suggested.

Still holding the crystal behind her back, Nakala walked down the aisle towards Abel. "I wanted to ask you if you know of a girl named Olivia Clarke, she went missing a few months ago..." She trailed off, hoping that Abel didn't think she was going to suicide bomb him or something. "... And I got a gut feeling that REAPER is behind it."

"Hmph, she was on the list but..." Abel scoffed off the girl as he took a moment to go through his HUD's interface. "My REAPERS have no records of taking her."

"Why don't I believe you?" Nakala narrowed her eyes as her voice took a more hostile sound.

"Believe it or not, it is the truth."

"Well, that's a shame..." Nakala trailed off, as she began flipping the crystal in the air again. "... Because I wanted to bargain with ya' - her safe return and you get this crystal."

"I came for the crystal, child," Abel said, this time breaking his monotone for taking a more agitated tone. "Give me the crystal for wasting my time..."

"How's about this; give me back my friend you bastard and I won't kill you!" Nakala was getting angry as she clutched the crystal and felt it's power surging through her. Suddenly her fear of Abel was being overwritten as she thought about being able to take him.

"Either way," Abel said as he leveled his machine gun with her body, "I will leave with what I came for."





He immediately unloaded a barrage of bullets on Nakala one-handed, seemingly possessing the strength to take the recoil. He was expecting it to kill her immediately, but when the gun was overheating and he let go of the trigger... he realized she was still alive. The bullets had stopped upon contact with her skin and he noticed that her Delta energy was glowing in her body. It had enhanced her durability to the point where bullets didn't bother her. Which was troublesome, as the girl grinned. She flew at Abel at lightning speeds with her hands outstretched and rammed the brute directly into a wall, and she landed on her feet as she put the crystal in her pocket. Nakala cocked her fist back and delivered a punch towards Abel's midsection that sent him flying backward through the wall. She thought that she had him before he quickly came charging out and punched Nakala square in the face.

Even though she was enhanced by the Delta energy Abel still hit like a brick wall, and stunned her for a second. Another blow came her way and she put her hand up to stop it, she grabbed onto Abel with both hands and sent him spinning around in a circle before she let him go. The massive man went flying into the benches and destroyed at least five rows of them before he started to slow down, but he quickly got to his feet. Hands ready to anticipate the next ramming attack by Nakala, and just as anticipated she flew into him with her hands outstretched. Abel timed it and caught her by her hands, and the mere force of her body flying into his sent him skidding backward. After he came to a stop, however, he slammed his knee upwards and hit Nakala directly in the face as he threw her aside.

The terrorist came over and kicked Nakala across the room, destroying the benches that were left and making her hit the wall. He came running over towards her and she had already caught her bearings as she threw a wide arced punch towards the mad tyrant - he quickly deflected it with a quick hand and had punched her directly in the face that sent her flying backward. Abel quickly followed by grabbing her arm and wrapping it around her back and keeping it locked tight.

"This was a good spar, but I need that crystal..." Abel said as he reached for Nakala's pocket, however, she had other ideas. After recovering from that blow - damn he hits hard - she flew straight upwards through the ceiling fast enough that her plan to throw off the terrorist worked. In mid-air Nakala broke free and turned around, grabbing Abel by his midsection as she rammed him right back inside of the building. She crashed him through the room then directly into the ground so hard that she left a crater and an explosive boom. Nakala took a moment as she began breathing in heavily... she was bleeding a lot, but long as she draws breath she wasn't going to-

In a sudden movement, Abel had grabbed Nakala by the collar of her shirt and yanked her in for a brutal punch to the face. Then another, then another, then another, then another... All she could see was stars, all she could hear was ringing, and all she could taste was blood. He stood up, holding her up with him before he slammed her into the ground headfirst so hard that broke the floor and lifted her back up. He delivered another brutal blow directly to her face that sent her flying across the room. She hit the ground, dazed and confused, as she was bleeding heavily. Abel had knocked out a few of her teeth, and broken a lot of bones... if it wasn't for that regenerative factor of hers, she'd be down for the count.

"Nakala... what did you really expect?" Abel said as he walked back over to his gun and picked it up. He marched towards her as he continued to monologue, "To win? To kill me? I would have spared you if it wasn't for your arrogance..." He slammed a foot onto her stomach as he aimed his machine gun directly at her face. "... But, for what it's worth, I admire your drive, admire your strength..." Right when he was about to pull the trigger and kill Nakala, the unexpected happened.

A raptor ran into the fray and bit down on his machine gun, managing to knock his aim off. Abel ended up firing into the walls of the cathedral and he turned his head towards the raptor and if he wasn't wearing a helmet one could see the look of confusion on his face.

"... What." He said before he smacked the dinosaur with the butt of his machine gun. Breaking bones on contact and sending the dinosaur flying. "Filthy animal."

Throwing Abel off, just for that moment, was exactly what Nakala needed, she grabbed Abel by his leg with both hands. With what remaining strength the girl had left, she threw Abel's foot off of her chest and flew upwards, punching Abel right in the jaw. The brute was stumbling backward and Nakala cocked her fist back and delivered the hardest punch she could to Abel that sent him through a wall all with bloodied knuckles. The girl was panting as she held that pose for a moment, she... she had to go. This had gone horribly wrong, and she needed to get out of here.

She stumbled towards Impala, and picked her up, "C'mere girl..." She whispered to the dinosaur as she stumbled out the front door of the church, nearly falling down the stairs... and she could hear Abel's footsteps approaching. She kept stumbling with the wounded dinosaur in arms...

... and felt engulfed by blue light as she disappeared from her home universe.







It was yet another rainy day in the streets of this Murakumo Robotics controlled city, illuminated by the neon lights Oh-Two marched through these streets as she wore a heavy coat with a huge hood on that concealed herself. In a normal district of this city it would be quite conspicuous, but in this illicit area of the city where everyone was trying to hide their faces, she blended in just fine. She casually scrolled through the streets until she ended up at a vendor: An older Chinese man that just looked up at her. He had various electronics and other such tools, but Oh-Two had her eyes on a set of wires. She dropped some credits on his counter and pointed at the wires and he gave it to her without a word. She turned away before she disappeared into the crowds.

Finding a secluded place to do some repairs wasn't much of a challenge... she found herself in some dirty alleyway, sitting down as she examined her wrist. She had some exposed wiring that had become damaged - how wasn't the question, but she quickly underwent repairs using her other hand. First, a small laser beam cut the broken wires off, before she installed the new wiring, and used the blow tourch to meld it back on. Honestly, Oh-Two needed to find new parts in general, quality parts. When she's on the run from the authorities, such things are hard to come by...

Immediately her head darted down the alleyway as she noticed someone approaching,A Japanese woman that was obviously cybernetic, with mechanical arms and swords. Oh-Two's eyes began glowing a bright color as she scanned the woman's body....

MAKOTO KODA

BOUNTY HUNTER

FORMER SHELL PILOT, PREVIOUS ASSOCIATED WITH MURAKUMO.

ARMED WITH HIGH-FREQUENCY WEAPONRY.


The woman had on a hoodie as she walked up to the self-repairing android who couldn't help but hop up to her feet. "Sooooo, you're the scary robot everyone is up in arms about?" Makoto asked with a raised eyebrow, her thumb was on the hilt of her sword, idly flicking it forward a bit and exposing the blade.

Oh-Two nodded her head, "No, I am not."

"You sure fit the description." Makoto said with a grin.

"Please, we don't need to do this, I just want to live peacefully." Oh-Two pleaded, attempting to some part of the woman's humanity, but...

"Sorry to say this, but we do," Makoto said, "... Because I've come to kill you."





With a lightning-fast motion, the samurai had already unsheathed her blade and slashed it upwards towards the android - who was barely able to react by the virtue of her reflexes. Immediately a compartment opened in Oh-Two's shoulder that revealed a missile, that went flying straight for the samurai as she lunged backward. Makoto merely sliced the missile in half as she rushed forwards towards her target. She raised both blades in the air and slashed downwards, but Oh-Two had projected her own energy swords and parried the attack. The two had clashed blades as the far stronger cyborg almost brought Oh-Two to her knees - which was why she thrust away. Flying straight out of the alleyway and back into the busy streets.

"Oh no, you don't!" Makoto shouted as she leaped forward, and landed on top of a vendor's stand. She quickly leaped again towards Oh-Two and mid-air she had sliced off one of her butterfly wings and sent the machine careening towards the ground. She landed on top of another vendor's stand and sent the owner of it screaming. Makoto quickly ran towards her but she was immediately met with Oh-Two's concussive blasts, which she blocked with her swords. However, Oh-Two fired a beam right at Makoto's kneecap that brought the cyborg to her knees.

Seeing an opportunity, Oh-Two barraged her with an assault of beams that were blocked by the samurai's blades, but she made an approach. When she was close enough, she projected another blade and attempted and slash at the woman, but was again blocked. However, Oh-Two had planned for this and with her free hand, she launched away from the blade with such comical ease that it was sent flying across their little streetside battlefield. Taking away a major advantage from her opponent Oh-Two projected another blade and attempted to ram her, but the samurai was still capable of parrying two blades with one. The two quickly exchanged blows, starting a constant back and forth where one would attack and block the blows of the opposition. However, Oh-Two's shoulder opened up again and she fired a quick rocket at the woman that hit her in the chest, the explosion sent her stumbling backward.

Oh-Two rushed the woman and rammed her blades through her midsection, hoping to kill the woman. She screamed in pain... before she swiped her blade directly at Oh-Two's arm and cut it clean off. Oh-Two was surprised at the sight, but it didn't end up there, she was sent on the defensive by the woman and her barrage of slashes. Slashes that Oh-Two was only somewhat able to repel, and in many places, she was cut open or slashed by the experienced bounty hunter. She was sent stumbling back as error sign after error sign appeared and the woman had taken this opportunity to run and grab her other blade...

At this point, a hover ship had appeared and a team of armed SWAT team members repelled down, along with the few that arrived by car. They all surrounded Oh-Two in a moment's notice and had dozens of guns trained on her... while Makoto had sheathed both her swords and looked on very smugly with her arms crossed. "Plans worked like a charm." She smugly said.

"We have you surrounded! Surrender!"

Oh-Two desperately looked around as she tried to think of a way out, but realized that she had no way out. The android wondered how she could have done well so far only to fail spectacularly... but she noticed that she was being engulfed by a blue light, and had disappeared right as the Murakumo police had opened fire.







From across the universe, champions that were deemed worthy were being taken from their homeworld. Either in moments where they were about to be killed, captured, or simply whenever. Engulfed in a blue light, they were all disoriented by the experience... before the light faded and they ended up in a plain white room. Massive... and they looked around and saw other people being warped into the room with the light. The room was plain, except for the wires that were in the room that leads up to a podium of sorts. Stepping down from the podium was an android that was a glowing machine with pieces of white armor on top on it.

"Do not be alarmed, I mean you all no harm," The machine said with a near heavenly voice. "My name is Praxis, and I welcome you to the Initiative."

Still disoriented from being teleported across universes, Nakala grasped her head as she looked at the... robot? Its nothing like she ever seen before, and she has certainly seen some things. "... And what in the world is that?"

"Allow me to explain that there are more worlds out there than the universe you know, some of you are aware of that... some of you aren't," Praxis explained as tendrils came out of her back and carried her down to the floor. "Ages ago there was an event that threw the balance of the multiverse off and created portals and other such disruptions. The Initiative's goal is to find worthy champions and send them across the multiverse to correct these disruptions. You all have been chosen as the newest team... Team G7."

Praxis put her hands behind her back as she said, "Now, allow me to get across that you all will not be forced to participate in the Initiative, simply chose to and we will return you to your home dimension. But, if you want to participate, ask any and all questions now before we proceed."
@WXer Accepted.
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