Gentlemanvaultboy

Masked

@RBYDark

An evil organization that went after superheros. A pair of superheros start investigating them. One of them releases a video calling for help, the other goes missing. Danny wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but that didn't mean he couldn't cut.

He reached out and put a steadying hand on the guys shoulder. "These bad guys probably have your friend Witch. That's the only thing that makes sense to me. So we should beat them up!"

Beating someone up was Danny's go to solution for a bad situation. A lot of people didn't think violence was the answer, but Danny knew for a fact that kicking in walls and punching a lot of things solved meth dealers, corrupt cops, cults, zombies, Melonheads, Goatmen, and the Jersey Devil. He reckoned it could probably solve these guys too.

"They want superpowers? We have superpowers. Lets go do superpowers, then when one of 'em tries to get us we'll turn around and get them! Make'em tell us where their hideout is. Then I'll go there, rescue your friend," he slammed his fist into his open palm for emphasis. "And knock it over. That way you won't have to worry about your other friend either. Everybody wins. Except them. They lose hard!"

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

((Part 2 of a collab between Letter Bee and Gentlemenvaultboy))

There were protocols, of course. The Ministry of Science wasn't about to just let its golden boy plug a strange data drive into his neck and get a crippling virus. There had been a battery of tests run on it first, and after a few hours of through scrubbing they'd finally declared the thing clean enough for v2 to view.

Now the two proceeded down a long looping hallway to an old room kept clean mostly for photo shoots. The door slid open, reveling a round, white room. Plush white carpeting covered the entire floor, saved for the tiled kitchen to one side. On another was an enclosed room contain a soft white bed. All around the room bubble windows let in the light, spilling on sports equipment, stacks of old comics, things a boy might reasonable have in his room. In the center was a state of the art holovid, a large circle that displayed television and phone messages.

It was the only thing in the room that ever saw any use.

v2 walked purposly toward the bedroom, expecting Sharukh to follow. Past the useless bed to the closet, he pushed aside clothes he didn't wear until he found a box. Inside the hidden box was a stack of dirty magzines that he dumped unsermoniously out. There, at the bottom of it, he found what he was looking for.

v2 thrust the box of data drives into his hands. "Video. Of Shouji. You will watch all of it." It was less a command and more a statement of fact. "There is a costume. You will wear it. These people need their hero." The "not you" went unspoken. The "not me" also went unspoken. It went unspoken much louder.

A nod.

"Don't worry, I'm a good actor," spoke Shahrukh Mirza the Fifth. "The only problem will be that I am going to have to use a Keychain to alter the appearance of my Keyblade, but I can make or procure one." He smiled.

"So, you do know how to assert yourself."

"When I believe it necessary." v2 said, said, walking over to one of the large bubble windows to look down over the city for what might be the last time. "You may keep your blade as is. Most likely the ministers are already seeding the idea of it through the television show. It is what they did for my key, though in contrast I believe yours is what they would call a 'mid-season upgrade.'"

It was silent for a long time, looking out over the sprawling cityscape. "Query." it said. "Are there so few Keyblade Masters left that you have come seeking me?"

"Yes," spoke Shahrukh. "Our order is decimated, with few survivors, stragglers, and retired members. Leo's purge of us...it was successful enough that we can only start to fight back." He then conjured up a scroll with some Arabic script, then handed it over to v2.

"When you're ready to go, just press the Arabic script, and it'll teleport you to where the others are." He then smiled, remembering how he had asked Apokaukos to write in Arabic instead of Greek for this teleportation scroll.

The robot almost touched the script immediately, but then suddenly stopped. "Second Query." is said. "Kingdom Hearts. If in the course of this I were to come in contact with it would it give me a heart?"

Sharukh shot a piercing glare at v2, saying:

"Anyone who thinks of themselves as a person can grow a Heart, including Nobodies; it just takes time. That data drive I just gave you, it was compiled by Data-Ascot, a computer program who developed his own Heart while searching through the Keyblade Order's corrupted records. If digital data that doesn't even live in the corporeal world can grow a Heart, you can too." Shahrukh spoke with firm conviction.

The machines face was unreadable. "Hypotheticals." It said. "I apologize if I made you angry." With the it touched the script on the paper and was whisked away.

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

Name: V2
Appearance: Taro looks like an average human child with a short, stocky build and spiky black hair. Every part of his body but his body is made of black metal, with his head being the only human looking part of him. His arms are slightly bulbous, his legs appear to be boots, and he has a clear, heart shaped contained on his chest that occasionally glows with a white light. He wears a white belt and a red scarf, and well as a black helmet with a mouth guard that can pop out of the sides. Around his shoulders are three yellow orbs, on the front, back, and top, that can extend outward on robs like antenna.

Bio: Souji Kamiya, 14 years old. The Keyblade Master of the world of Robotropolis, this young boy fought to stem the tide of darkness with a smile on his face for eight long years. He gave hope to all the peoples of the world with his boundless optimism and astounding heroics. Then, however, he was struck down. Not by any enemy, but by a tragic illness. As his days drew to a close the worlds greatest scientists came to him, people that had thrown their full support behind him from the day he had started his crusade, with a plan.

It was simple logic, they said, to have a little insurance in case something happened to him. That's why they had been working on something. Not a replacement, you understand. Nothing that could ever be mass produced. The moogles had helped them create it, they said. It would be him. It could live for him. Fight in his name. Continue to give the people hope and protect Robotropolis. They just needed one thing from him, before his time was up.

Souji gladly agreed to give them his Heart.

Everybody thinks that his life was saved, that he was transformed into a cyborg and now fights a tireless fight against the heartless.

It can't be a robot. Everyone knows that robots don't have hearts.

Age: 2

Skills: v2 is an extremely humanoid robot, so much so that he is weak by robot standards, with delicate systems meant to mimic those of the human body. He is more durable and stronger than his size suggests, easily comparable to that of a human adult, and he requires no sleep, food, drink, or air. The orbs on his shoulders can generate electricity, he can fly using rockets build into his feet, and his eyes double as flashlights.

His keyblade, Scrapyard, looks like its made entirely of scrap metal soldered together in the vague shape of a key. This is not what Souji's keyblade looked like. His, Robot Wonderland, was much stronger.

Personality: v2's is extremely taciturn, respectful, and dutiful. In most situations his expression does not change and unless calling an attack he does not change either the inflection of volume of his voice. This can make him hard to read, but he does have emotions in his own strange, computer way. A naturally honest person, he fully accepts his role as a replacement hero and asses himself the inferior of the two. He has no greater enjoyment than to see the heartless destroyed and the innocent saved, though he accepts that that is likely just programming.

World Sheet
Name: Robotropolis
Summary of History: During WWII the Japanese were developing their own wonder weapon to win the war, a fleet of of indestructible steel giants with which to invade the United States. However, they were not ready in time and the atomic bomb put an end to the war before they were ever used. However, in the post-war era, these giant machines and the smaller discoveries created during their development drove Japan to the heights of an economic superpower that continues to dominate in the ever expanding market of super robotics to this day.

[B]Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.): Japan. Japan is the center of the universe.
Overall Technology Level: Retro future. The world has entered a golden age. Underground bullet trains connect most of the world together, making the globe smaller than ever before. Robots live and work among the population. Sprawling super cities are powered by artificial suns.

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

Name: V2
Appearance: Taro looks like an average human child with a short, stocky build and spiky black hair. Every part of his body but his body is made of black metal, with his head being the only human looking part of him. His arms are slightly bulbous, his legs appear to be boots, and he has a clear, heart shaped contained on his chest that occasionally glows with a white light. He wears a white belt and a red scarf, and well as a black helmet with a mouth guard that can pop out of the sides. Around his shoulders are three yellow orbs, on the front, back, and top, that can extend outward on robs like antenna.

Bio: Souji Kamiya, 14 years old. The Keyblade Master of the world of Robotropolis, this young boy fought to stem the tide of darkness with a smile on his face for eight long years. He gave hope to all the peoples of the world with his boundless optimism and astounding heroics. Then, however, he was struck down. Not by any enemy, but by a tragic illness. As his days drew to a close the worlds greatest scientists came to him, people that had thrown their full support behind him from the day he had started his crusade, with a plan.

It was simple logic, they said, to have a little insurance in case something happened to him. That's why they had been working on something. Not a replacement, you understand. Nothing that could ever be mass produced. The moogles had helped them create it, they said. It would be him. It could live for him. Fight in his name. Continue to give the people hope and protect Robotropolis. They just needed one thing from him, before his time was up.

Souji gladly agreed to give them his Heart.

Everybody thinks that his life was saved, that he was transformed into a cyborg and now fights a tireless fight against the heartless.

It can't be a robot. Everyone knows that robots don't have hearts.

Age: 2

Skills: v2 is an extremely humanoid robot, so much so that he is weak by robot standards, with delicate systems meant to mimic those of the human body. He is more durable and stronger than his size suggests, easily comparable to that of a human adult, and he requires no sleep, food, drink, or air. The orbs on his shoulders can generate electricity, he can fly using rockets build into his feet, and his eyes double as flashlights.

His keyblade, Scrapyard, looks like its made entirely of scrap metal soldered together in the vague shape of a key. This is not what Souji's keyblade looked like. His, Robot Wonderland, was much stronger.

Personality: v2's is extremely taciturn, respectful, and dutiful. In most situations his expression does not change and unless calling an attack he does not change either the inflection of volume of his voice. This can make him hard to read, but he does have emotions in his own strange, computer way. A naturally honest person, he fully accepts his role as a replacement hero and asses himself the inferior of the two. He has no greater enjoyment than to see the heartless destroyed and the innocent saved, though he accepts that that is likely just programming.

World Sheet
Name: Robotropolis
Summary of History: During WWII the Japanese were developing their own wonder weapon to win the war, a fleet of of indestructible steel giants with which to invade the United States. However, they were not ready in time and the atomic bomb put an end to the war before they were ever used. However, in the post-war era, these giant machines and the smaller discoveries created during their development drove Japan to the heights of an economic superpower that continues to dominate in the ever expanding market of super robotics to this day.

[B]Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.): Japan. Japan is the center of the universe.
Overall Technology Level: Retro future. The world has entered a golden age. Underground bullet trains connect most of the world together, making the globe smaller than ever before. Robots live and work among the population. Sprawling super cities are powered by artificial suns.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@supertinyking@Nightknight@Absolis@Gentlemanvaultboy@thewizardguy

Viral wasn't interested in seeing what everyone else thought of their little honor duel, darting forward almost as soon as he had gotten done talking. Firebrand could have taken to the air and just peppered Viral with fireball at his leisure, until Viral was roasted enough to make an excellent dinner. It would be the demonic thing to do. The humans had some very rude words they'd invented for someone that won like, though, and Firebrand would rather they weren't applied to him. So he did the stupid thing and stayed on the ground as the Beastman closed to melee.

Firebrand wondered what sort of madman had taught this creature to fight as literally millennia of battlefield experience struggled with Viral's attacks, at once wild and extremely controlled. He saw a lot coming. All battle had a rhythm to it, if you knew where to look. Look at the way a opponent breathed, at the direction of his eyes, at the way he held his weapon and the tensing of his muscles. Many attacks were blocked by the bracelets on his wrists, others by him turning to interpose his armor, still others found never found purchase as Firebrand was just not there anymore. Many, however, landed home. Little jolts of pain flew up his arms as gashes opened up in them. He was thankful for the fortifying power of the armor talisman, could feel it hardening his skin against the bites of the blade, but it wouldn't be enough. The blows were too wild, Viral was too fast, and Firebrand was too old. He let one of the blows to his head slip through and swung his horn into the oncoming strike. The blade scraped down the side and bit lightly into his head, electing a pained grunt from the Demon. Viral didn't show any sign of slowing down, but he definitely was.

He breathed deep, felt the hot air swirling in his throat, and exhaled a whirling torrent of wind right between them. The tornado was as tall as they were, flashes of fire swirling in its depths as it plopped down and whirled there on the battlefield. Firebrand gripped the earth with his feet to keep himself from being pulled in and waited there, mouth half open and full of fire, to see what became of Viral.

Hero School(reboot)

So was I right in supposing, @Marcus XVI, that all the Loki supervillain stuff hasn't happened in this world? Because that's what I've been getting so far, but I want to be sure. It's kind of confusing, this being a combination Not Quite DC/Not Quite Marval universe.

Hero School(reboot)

Ashley just stared at him until the smile faded from his face. "If that was your idea of a joke it wasn't funny." She said to Ace, eyes severe. She knew that the school had some sort of reform thing going on with villain kids this year, but still. Clown fanboys were repugnant. She wondered how long he'd spent practicing that smile in the mirror, or applying that scar. At least he had the presence of mind to realize that it hadn't gone over well, which is more than you could say for most of the ones online.

Her attention was drawn away from the ace to a new guy. The guy with the crown. She wondered if he's just come in costume or if he was really royalty. It wouldn't be too surprising. "Hey, Mr. Prince of the Universe. What's your story?"

Masked

Danny looked around. The people on the street had indeed run off, leaving him alone surrounded by a bunch of unconscious bodies. At least he hoped. Reaching down, he sight with relief as he took one of their pulses. Yeah, no, unconscious, that was good. Not good good, but better than dead at least. He carefully picked each one of them up and leaned them sitting against the wall, legs splayed out in front of them across the sidewalk. Then he looked back up, and grimaced.

He squatted down, feeling the electricity that powered him at the core of his being. He grunted, and his legs crackled with white sparks as juice was momentarily pumped into them. Then he pushed off from the ground, launching himself like a bullet up the side of the building. His hand reached out and caught the a windowsill, and his big blue body swung this way and that as he mantled from window to window up the side until he grasped the roof and pulled himself up beside the guy.

"What'd you say?" he asked, curiously. "Am I one of what?"

Danny's Charge: 99%

@RBYDark

Hero School(reboot)

Ashley stared at Jake, cocking her head toward him in case anything else was forthcoming. "So is that a no, or..."

But this thought was interrupted by a greeting from behind her. She turned her head to find that a little party had sprung up around them. She didn't know what was more incredible, that guys hair or that girls everything. Then there was that one guy, sitting on the ground near them. Where had this come from?

"Good to meet you Ed." She said, lifting the visor on her helmet to reveal her be-goggled face. "I'm Ashley. I'd shake but, uh," She waved her hands in the air in front of her, shaking off a little cloud of ash that drifted down into the circle at her feet. She hoped nobody walked through that. She should have stood farther back, she decided. "I'm kind of a pigpen. I like your hair." Then she looked and smiled back at the horn girl. "And your, just, everything you've got going on here. Are you guys seniors? You look older."

@Im a huge mess@FinDragon@Pineappletumble@UberBlutwurst

The King's Quest

Josephine Randolph Prendick

My Hider

_{Life finds a way, but if it can not I will}

Full Name: Dr. Josephine Randolph Prendick
Nickname(s): Dr. Snake
Gender: Female
Age: 40

Species: Human?
About Species: Josephine has made so many surgical modifications to herself that even she admits that the nature of her humanity is up for debate. She is stronger and heartier than a woman her age should be, with extremely well honed eyesight and reflexes. Her skin oddly cold to the touch, which she states is a result of more efficient heat regulation and blood flow.

Weapon(s): As handy with a knife as she is with any scalpel, she keeps two on her hips for personal protection when traveling. Her pack contains an assortment of cures, antivenoms, and seditives that can be made lethal in the right dosages. Finally, there's her bird. Phoenix is a specially modified peacock capable of generating antibiotics within its body with the right feed. Each snake head represents a separate one, capable of injecting it like it would venom, and all together these five head are capable of curing the three most common diseases in the world, with the other two heads set aside to inject sedatives and pain killers.

Abilities: Josephine may just be the greatest Doctor in all the land, capable of creating miracles with nothing more than sheer skill. She can re-attach heads, combine two beasts into one, discover the cure to even the most virulent of plagues, and perform surgery on herself. All with hands so fast and precise that she could stab a man through the eyelid during a blink and not damage his eye.

Reason: Professional Pride.

Brief Personality && Biography Description: A cold woman from a distant land, driven out of academia for so called mad theories. She fell in with a group of fanatical scholars looking to see how far they could push medicine. On the cold, dark Isle de Monde they carried out numerous and horrible experiments upon the local wildlife and one another. After a few years of this the remaining doctors went their separate ways, scattering to the four winds to practice medicine out in the wider world. It was a relief to Josephine, who felt that her skills were being wasted on the island when she could be saving lives.

She wandered the world after that, solving problem. She saved the city of Rivenbrook from the mutagens that tainted its river. She cured the Vipsanian plague. For the Kings of Nanto she repaired the shattered fists of their crown prince. For the people of the Ifrities river she shaped men from elephants. But for the first time, here in Naviance, she's tasted the bite of defeat. Though called upon to do so she could not cure the King.

Additional Information:

• She keeps in touch with the other members of her old cabal. They send letters to areas of plague and warzones on the chance that one of them will be passing through there. There are eight of them, including her.
• Pheonix's father was Josephines longest companion, a sacred bird said to ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune, and paymeant for her service from the Nanto Kings.
• The fee for Josephine's service is "Whatever I wish to take from the largest room in your home." Depending on the client this can range from priceless treasures to a single breath of air.