Flamelord

Pokemon – Reformed

This situation was bad, even Kevin could tell that much. Sure, he had no experience with volcanoes, but generally a steadily growing river of lava was not what one would call a healthy benefit, much less something that would do wonders for the property values in Lavaridge. The town probably didn't need or want to literally be emulating its name, if they had a say in the matter.

"Right," he agreed as Terra turned to him, issuing instructions in rapid order. At least she knew what she was doing, ensuring that this wouldn't turn into some massive disaster. Given that he was the newcomer here, he had no problem in listening, that was for sure.

He took a few steps away before halting, reaching into his pocket and producing a Pokeball. A press of a button returned it to normal size, and then another released the Pokemon inside, a Dugtrio appearing on the ground. "Trick," he said, looking down at his Pokemon. "Go stop the lava. Do whatever she says." He gestured back to Terra, making sure that Dugtrio got the point.

"Dug dug!" Dugtrio nodded and burrowed his way over, ready to help out as needed. Meanwhile Kevin headed back into town to spread the word. Time to get to work.

Multiverse Shattered

Roman Torchwick - Bar O'Brien

It hadn't been too difficult for Roman to find what he was looking for, the thief having something of a knack for this sort of thing. It was good to see that even this town had those sorts of places though, as opposed to some omnipresent utopia. Then he really would have gone crazy. Variety was the spice of life after all, and Roman wasn't sure what he would have done if crime just didn't flat out exist at all. Fortunately, not a concern.

Roman chose a decent looking establishment at random and stepped inside, almost immediately buffeted by the atmosphere inside. Juniors this was not, but he supposed it would do. There were plenty of other establishments he could try if need be, but for now he stepped further in, headed towards the bar. Of course, in the process he also noticed the distinctly buff gentleman in the suit looking him over, before buying his drink once he got close enough to hear it.

"I'll have the mint julep," Roman told the bartender, letting his cane lean against the wooden surface as he took a seat on one of the stools present. He eyed the offered cigar for a moment before going for it, extinguishing his own and taking the new one. "Don't mind if I do."

At the request, he reached into his pocket, producing a black lighter. "As a matter of fact I do," he replied calmly, flicking it open and lighting the Senators before he did the same for his own. He waited to answer, instead sampling the cigar first with a drag. "Oh yeah that's good." Much better than what he had been using before. That was a situation that would need to be rectified sooner rather than later.

He shifted in his seat, arm resting on the bar as he at last answered the question. "Well, at the moment I was hoping to see if i could inquire about getting some hired help for a job I have planned. With all the freaks around this place running an operation solo isn't exactly a winning proposition, if you catch my drift." He had the feeling that he had come to the right place.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Flamelord
Well, he could bring a bunch of scary men with big guns.

Also, that's an Eternity Gate. It's a fairly standard Psyker ability in the 40k-verse, used for relatively short-distance travel. Although the Emperor has been known to use it to move from planet to planet.

@thewizardguy

I have....this. Is that good enough?

I got that. But Ba'al doesn't know that ;)

Multiverse Shattered

Roman Torchwick - Self professed Master Thief

Through the streets of town walked a dapper man, clad in a white trench coat, a black bowler hat atop his head, and a cane clicking on the sidewalk ahead of him. A cigar was perched on his lip, though he wasn't too heavily invested in it. It was nice, but it wasn't all that good compared to some of the stuff he'd had in Atlas. Now those guys knew how to make a good cigar. But he was saving the ones he had left, so this would have to do.

At the moment though Roman Torchwick, master thief, scourge of Vale, was unhappy. Undeniably so. Oh sure, this place had been interesting when he had first arrived, but he had gotten bored. There was just no excitement here, nothing interesting for him to do. Not like Vale, or Mistral, or Atlas. To say nothing of the weird collection of people that had gathered here. To be honest it creeped him out, and more than a little.

"I really am going to have to rob somebody," he muttered to himself in annoyance. It wasn't that he needed to, by any stretch of the imagination, but at least it would be something to do in this dump.

Well, if he was going to pull a heist then he'd need some grunts, some manpower to do the hard lifting and to take the fall if this all went sideways. Sadly, useful help just wasn't that easy to find, especially when it involved criminal activities, but he would do his best. So, first stop was a bar or a club on the more skeevy side of town. That would be the place to best get what he needed, or to find people who knew where he could find it.

At the next corner he turned, cane held tight as he headed towards his planned destination. Time to get to work.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Flamelord
I did anticipate that. The Emperor has also had a bad experience with bombers rather recently....

@thewizardguy

I know, but how else is Ba'al supposed to negotiate from a position of strength? it's not like he can throw his wife at the Emperor until he begs for mercy :p

Ba'al does appreciate how much power must have gone into making a wormhole without a fixed aperture though.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Aw man, and Ba'al was so looking forward to intimidating people by parking his fleet above Nova's palace. Oh well.

Multiverse Shattered

Unofficial theme song added.

Multiverse Shattered

I feel like Roman and Marisa need to team up so they can be the ultimate thieving duo, even if they steal from each other.

Roman: "So uh, mind explaining how all this stuff fits in your hat? And do you mind explaining why so much of MY stuff is in your hat?"

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

There. That took long enough.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Ahsoka Tano, Eastgate City, Arcadia-2

It had been quite the long day in the city that the group had found themselves in. Ahsoka had managed to find one of those machines, and had exchanged her credits for the local currency. Being one of the few people in the group with any significant amount of money (or so it seemed), she had nonetheless been more than willing to help purchase rooms to stay in for the night, to tide them over until they could better settle in here.

After settling in she had taken some time out to meditate, to think on what she had seen and done. There was a Sith Lord back in the world she had come from, and as someone of the Force she had a responsibility to do something about it, even if she wasn't a Jedi anymore. Of course, she could just imagine what Assaj would say about that, but she would have liked to hear it in person. Instead, she could only roll with her own instinct, combined with common sense.

Eventually though she had turned in for a good night's sleep. She didn't need to deal with exhaustion in a situation like this, and it had been a busy day. So she enjoyed her rest, but nonetheless she was awake before the strange rapping on the door hit her room.

Rising to her feet, she strode over to the door and opened it with a smile, revealing Light knocking on everyone's doors. "Good morning," she said to her companion. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

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Ruiko Saten, New York City, Arcadia-1

"It's over. I won't let these twisted experiments go on any longer!"

"Mikoto, don't!"

*Crack*booooom

Ruiko's eyes snapped open, heralding a gasp for breath as she sat up. The nightmare lingered in her mind, that blazing cauldron of electricity and metal, the final battle which she had escaped as the artificial espers Dr. Kiyama had made (herself included) tried to hold off the combined forces of Judgment, Anti-Skill, led by Misaka Mikoto herself.

Looking around the room that she was in though, her terror began to fade, her breathing returned to normal, as she remembered where she was. Nova's Palace, resting up after the trying day. When she had found herself here, met aliens, been taken to New York City, and....

Her eyes widened as she grabbed for the nearest pillow, focusing as she applied Aero Hand to it, sending the object flying across the room to hit the wall. A smile blossomed, the girl fighting back tears in the corners of her eyes. It had happened, it was real. Even though the Level Upper had worn off by now, she still had access to her Esper abilities, just like Nova had said he would do. She hadn't been imagining it or been lied to after all.

With that confirmed she rose to her feet, picking up clean clothes from the dresser in the well furbished room (which coincidentally was stocked in clothes she liked to wear. It seemed someone knew her taste). Donning the garb, she headed out with a spring in her step and a hum on her lips, ready to find breakfast, or to find Nova and see what was planned for today.

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Ba'al and Teal'c, Caracas, Venezuela

The Jaffa and Tau'ri had done quick work, widening the portal and preparing Caracas. The city was now an armed fortress, equipped with defense turrets, beam weapons, force fields, fighters, traps. If anyone tried to attack the city, they would find it a hard nut to crack. But Ba'al doubted that anyone would be so foolish.

At the moment, most of his attention was on the vessel that he was on. They had finally widened the breach enough to get a Ha'tak through, the large vessel hovering above his base. This would serve as the flagship for his fleet here, and he was confident that it would perform well. After all, it had been extensively modified with his own knowledge and the technology recovered from the various Ancient outposts that he had found, as well as Atlantis. Surrounding it were several Al'kesh, as well as lighter vessels. This was the fleet.

"Are we ready to go," Ba'al asked from his command throne, looking down at Teal'c, who stood at the controls for the Ha'tak. He was confident in his First Prime, and knew he would fly them without issue.

Teal'c nodded. "Yes My Lord," he replied succinctly, confirming the status of the fleet that had been arrayed here. It hardly matched the largest of Ba'al's fleets, but for this simple mission it would do quite nicely. Ba'al was sure of it.

A nod from the Goa'uld then, sitting comfortably in the position that he was currently in. "Very well. Set a course for New York City. Time to meet this 'God-Emperor', and show him the power of a true god." Ba'al was not one to negotiate from a position of weakness, and it would be well worth the wait, as far as he was concerned.

"As you command." With that the vessel set off, Al'kesh flanking and following as it headed north towards New York City. Time for a long delayed meeting.