In a place such as this laboratory, there was no need for things such as cameras. To Mia, Leeroy's intentions, as well as his movements, were abundantly clear. She could feel every soul that moved within the confines of these halls, she could sense every thought that crossed their minds. There was not an insect that could cross her threshold without her noticing, and as Leeroy charged at her, she smiled. The still black pool of the control panel rippled, as a series of blocks rose from the blackness, forming according to Mia's will, arranging themselves. Then, with the precision of a surgeon, she moved one of the many blocks, sliding it upwards, shifting others out of place, like a massive block puzzle, bright red nails moving over inky black metal.
As Leeroy ran forward, he could see Mia at the end of the hall. Large metal doors beckoned him, bright green eyes carefully downturned, a playful smile a catalyst only for further anger. And yet, nearly invisible, he spotted a threshold forming in the metal, a slit. The ground trembled beneath his feet, as metal rumbled and screeched, the sound of surfaces scraping across one another filling his ears. From before his feet rose a wall of steel, even as he felt himself rising, leaving his stomach behind. A moment later, he realized that the entire hallway had shifted upwards, as the opening settled in front of another, a large metal door held closed with thick metal bars. Still, the air was filled with the sound of screeching, as the very building restructured itself according to Mia's desire. And as she spoke, her voice echoed through the newly arranged hallways, filled with a deceitful air of happy innocence.
"Do you want to play a game? Oh, I absolutely adore games, and the games I play with heroes are the best games of all!" Slowly, the sounds of the building came to a halt, the vibrations through Leeroy's roots calming down to the standard hum of engines, and hundreds of moving parts. "We're going to play a game of tag. Except this time, I make all the rules. You see, you're it, and you have to tag all those poor little prisoners..." With a metallic clang, one of the two metal bars holding the gate closed recedes, even as a red light starts spinning, a low-pitched alarm ringing. "Of course, it would be boring if that was all. The prisoners can't run away at all, right? So we'll play a double game of tag!" The second bar recedes with an equally loud clang, even as the gate, shuddering, slowly begins to open. "While you go around tagging the prisoners, someone else has to tag you!" With a gentle bang, the red light shatters, glass spreading itself over the ground. Leeroy feels the air pressure change, it would have made an organic being dizzy. However, the room is completely empty, except for one thing. In the very center, encased in a large glass casing, is what appears to be a shovel, ancient and rusted, it's handle worn away from use.
"Of course, when I say 'tag', I mean horrible murder, rape and torture. Not necessarily in that order."
As the lights turn off, Leeroy's senses extend into the supernatural. And yet, he feels somehow mesmerized by where he knows the shovel to be. Where he can feel it to be, as slowly, a light can be seen. Not a light. A figure, with skin so pale it's white, and blonde hair stained dark red. A small girl, dressed in ancient fashion, a dress covered in frills, and a beautiful lace collar, all in a muted blue tone. Flickering, she looked up, unmoving, her unmoving lips arced slightly open, as if in surprise. Of course, saying she 'looked', would be a presumption.
After all, where her eyes would be, there were nothing but deep black pits, filled with burnt flesh.
Without time for his rational brain to reach a conclusion, without any impulse or signal from his conscious mind, Leeroy's body turned around, roots clawing into the floor and rending metal for a better grip. Like a rocket, he shot off, each step leaving five holes in the metal ground, as if the devil himself was on his tail. Of course, in reality, it was something far worse.
High up, in the upper regions of the complex, Mia spun in her chair, giggling to herself as a bright purple portal opened behind her. She gripped her seat in anticipation, as a chill slowly worked it's way across her spine. "I'm so creative, I surprise myself sometimes." One hand on the control panel, she simply gestured, and the portal turned, until it was on the roof. With a loud shout of surprise, Kishin crashed through, having not expected the sudden change in gravity. She held her chin up with her left hand, as she gestured once more, this time imperialistically, as if she were scolding a child. "Now, Kishie, why would you walk away? I had this thing going, it was going to be FUN!" In a flash, she was on top of him, her fingernails digging through his scarfs as she smashed his face into the ground, metal bending under the force of the blow, leaving a permanent imprint. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? HUH? I'LL RIP YOU APART!"
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As Tsubaki studies this mysterious artifact, she finds it to be rather boring. Originally presenting an interesting mystery, as she had not recognized the technology from any of the many planets she had visited, which was intriguing in and of itself. Then there was the fact that it had Drac's name scratched onto the surface. This subtle clue made it fairly obvious that something was going on, and more than likely this artifact held the key to some important mystery or piece of information that would aid in the solving of some puzzle. Perhaps there were lives on the line, perhaps more than a few. However, despite all this, as she studiously examined and dismanteled the device, she found that it was a complete waste of space. The compound seemed to resemble that of a solar panel, or some other form of energy absorption plate. It definitely functioned on electricity, and was for the rest incredibly low-tech, nothing revolutionary about it. However, the stupidest thing was that this thing didn't even work, for some reason the area where normally focusing lenses would be placed was filled with a couple of useless salt-like substances. Absolutely pointless in every regard. Whomever had designed this was obviously a clueless moron, with no idea how to create anything worthwhile.
Of course, then there was one last thing. She would have liked to discard it at this point as junk, however she had always been a methodical person. She followed all regulations, and that included scanning it for dimensional anomalies. And the results were stunning. This thing was tethered, through the fabric of reality, creating a tiny rift in and of itself, although not large enough for matter ot pass through, that could transmit energy. With the right machinery, this could quite easily be expanded, following this trail through the as-of-yet unbreachable walls around one of the Mystery Dimensions. These were worlds that could not be entered with conventional interdimensional travel, locked off from outsiders.
Of course, then there was one last thing. She would have liked to discard it at this point as junk, however she had always been a methodical person. She followed all regulations, and that included scanning it for dimensional anomalies. And the results were stunning. This thing was tethered, through the fabric of reality, creating a tiny rift in and of itself, although not large enough for matter ot pass through, that could transmit energy. With the right machinery, this could quite easily be expanded, following this trail through the as-of-yet unbreachable walls around one of the Mystery Dimensions. These were worlds that could not be entered with conventional interdimensional travel, locked off from outsiders.
Mia reached out a hand, and touched it to the pure black surface of the control panel. Ripples moved over it's surface, as the building groaned. Pipes rumbled, cables shifted, a tremor went throughout the entire structure, as it aligned itself with Mia's will. The bodies collected there shivered, the screams of those that had been trapped increased in pitch. Everything in this building knew the mistress had returned, and prepared to bend to her every will. At her whim, the many zombie-like creatures arranged themselves along the walls, even as her portal generator activated itself. Without a doubt, this was Mia's domain, and she had ingrained her will into every single inch of it. There were few foolish enough to even attempt to face her on her home territory, where undoubtedly every room contained another trap, another mechanism for dealing with those she disliked, no doubt doubling as a torture device.
As Mia spoke, her voice echoed throughout the hallways, seemingly reverberated by the walls themselves. "Well? Those of you who want to come fight this threat, can join me in the control area. Those of you who would rather serve a different purpose are free to stay behind." The last sentence was said with a kind of coy, casual sadism, as that of a child carefully ripping the wings off of a butterfly. "All work no play makes me boooooooooooooooooored. So you'd better hurry along before I get impatient, okay? Before I remember what delicious sounds you make when you squeal...."
As Mia spoke, her voice echoed throughout the hallways, seemingly reverberated by the walls themselves. "Well? Those of you who want to come fight this threat, can join me in the control area. Those of you who would rather serve a different purpose are free to stay behind." The last sentence was said with a kind of coy, casual sadism, as that of a child carefully ripping the wings off of a butterfly. "All work no play makes me boooooooooooooooooored. So you'd better hurry along before I get impatient, okay? Before I remember what delicious sounds you make when you squeal...."
The door to the palace slowly opened, the lock clattering to the ground, making hardly a sound through the thin, whispy smoke. Within, the air feels distinctly different. Through the air float small pieces of air-borne mist, along with spectral-looking weapons. Closer observation shows that these puffs of mist are, in fact, body parts, weightless, the corpse of a ghost. Hundreds of them, spread through the halls and rooms. Whomever had come here, had ripped his way through the Royal Guard, leaving not a single one to tell what had occurred. The smell inside remained one of death, but with a different tang, the relaxed peacefulness that was natural in these realms absent within the walls of this palace, torn away by the acts of violence and depravity that had occurred within. To bug's calls, there was no answer.
Mia shrugs, as she opens a portal of her own. "I put the tracker on him. I can find him wherever he goes, no matter what he does to hide his presence, simply by tracing my own Black Blood. Even just the known Multiverse, the universes that we've explored and charted, is massive. He could be anywhere, even outside of the known Multiverse, Nobody knows where these 'Seals of Omega' are, and unless you're planning on selling your soul for the information (Bob looks up hopefully at this, quickly scanning the group for hints of desperation) I'm the only hope for saving the Multiverse." She stops, blinks, and then shakes her head. "Oooh, that felt strange. Oh well. I've tracked his movements, he's moving through a variety of universes, laying false trails, and he's hiding his own presence quite well. He's probably using some kind of relic to block all other sight, I couldn't even see his soul. You fools don't have even the smallest chance of tracking him down without some heavy-duty help. So, you can follow me, do what I say, and be my little cute minions until I decide to send you to your untimely deaths, or you can wait here and cry in a corner."
With her signature bright smile, Mia stepped through the panel of flickering blue light. And even as she did, it slowly began to close behind her. Normally, it would have closed instantly, but Stein had modified his portal devices to allow people to follow him. Of course, he usually did this to lead them to a trap, and thus their agonizing death or eternal torture at the hands of Mia. To say the least, the oldest members of the Lounge had bad memories of stepping through portals made by the Gorgon Family. It most certainly did not help that Mia had quite clear intention of sacrificing everyone here should it suit her.
On the other side, Mia stepped out into Hell. Literal or metaphorical, physical or spiritual, this was Hell. The long stone passageways were stained with blood from a hundred different races, from a hundred different worlds. The very walls seemed saturated in agony, as the high-pitched screams of victims could be heard resonating throughout the building. Locked iron doors led to small cells, where beings with no skin, no teeth, and no eyes had been staked tot he walls, long steel nails driven through their arms and legs, as an artificial enhancer kept them alive. One by one, she had taken everything from them. Their families, their hopes, their dreams..... their sanity. She had removed their senses, making their world a dark, black place. She had emptied them of everything, to give them an undiluted world, a pure existence. It was a world of pain, where all was defined by their sheer agony, where one soon discarded all conscious thought in exchange for an end to the torture.
Widely it was agreed that death was a far more agreeable fate than to be capture by Mia. Those who chose to fight the Queen of Pain, did so with cyanide pills in their pocket, and deadman bombs on their
At the end of the short walk was a large door, with no visible means of opening it. Few knew that only Mia could open this door without breaking it, by controlling the Black Blood in the locking mechanism. Rows upon rows of computers stretched out before her, the details of almost any civilisation in the known Multiverse. A massive database created by her father, perfected by her. Her servants worked the keyboards, twisted figures covered in rubber, their eyes replaced with large green goggles, their fingers long and slender, like twisted bone. These Zombies were Stein's trademark, formed with artificial souls and animated dead matter, often rebuilt with the most powerful parts from a variety of species. Mia, once again, had perfected the art.
With her signature bright smile, Mia stepped through the panel of flickering blue light. And even as she did, it slowly began to close behind her. Normally, it would have closed instantly, but Stein had modified his portal devices to allow people to follow him. Of course, he usually did this to lead them to a trap, and thus their agonizing death or eternal torture at the hands of Mia. To say the least, the oldest members of the Lounge had bad memories of stepping through portals made by the Gorgon Family. It most certainly did not help that Mia had quite clear intention of sacrificing everyone here should it suit her.
On the other side, Mia stepped out into Hell. Literal or metaphorical, physical or spiritual, this was Hell. The long stone passageways were stained with blood from a hundred different races, from a hundred different worlds. The very walls seemed saturated in agony, as the high-pitched screams of victims could be heard resonating throughout the building. Locked iron doors led to small cells, where beings with no skin, no teeth, and no eyes had been staked tot he walls, long steel nails driven through their arms and legs, as an artificial enhancer kept them alive. One by one, she had taken everything from them. Their families, their hopes, their dreams..... their sanity. She had removed their senses, making their world a dark, black place. She had emptied them of everything, to give them an undiluted world, a pure existence. It was a world of pain, where all was defined by their sheer agony, where one soon discarded all conscious thought in exchange for an end to the torture.
Widely it was agreed that death was a far more agreeable fate than to be capture by Mia. Those who chose to fight the Queen of Pain, did so with cyanide pills in their pocket, and deadman bombs on their
At the end of the short walk was a large door, with no visible means of opening it. Few knew that only Mia could open this door without breaking it, by controlling the Black Blood in the locking mechanism. Rows upon rows of computers stretched out before her, the details of almost any civilisation in the known Multiverse. A massive database created by her father, perfected by her. Her servants worked the keyboards, twisted figures covered in rubber, their eyes replaced with large green goggles, their fingers long and slender, like twisted bone. These Zombies were Stein's trademark, formed with artificial souls and animated dead matter, often rebuilt with the most powerful parts from a variety of species. Mia, once again, had perfected the art.
Mia smiles brightly, as she briefly closes her eyes. "I can track him down anywhere he goes, but I'm pretty sure he's expecting that. It'll be a trap, set up for whomever would follow him. I know that's what I would do. However, I recommend we send in the stupid-looking one, and then the rest of us follow if he survives. It's fool-proof." She giggles, refusing to elaborate on just who the 'stupid-looking one' refers to. However, those present get the distinct and uncomfortable feeling that it refers to every person in the room, and potentially those outside as well. "There's no time to waste, and, as Dark Lord Xykon once said, there is no problem that cannot be solved by sacrificing minions. And in this situation, that means you guys!"
FoxFireOfDawn said
I think I'll take you offer there, seeing as the only thing I can think of is her just barging in, which doesn't exactly work.
Alright. So, she's been training, right? You could have her walk into the Lounge, I could have Bob go get her. OR, I could throw a side character your way to involve you, maybe create another little side-plot.
kishin asura said
Okay. I admit the three-touch absorption thing is a bit much. But if you had kept reading about the dimension sword (because I assume you stopped at the "cuts through anything" part) you'd find that I eliminated any chance of tommyknock using it offensively. In other words, he can only use it to cut through space and dimensions (though I may just have be only capable of cutting through space, or only dimensions) but he can't cut through anything else
I'm going to need to sharpen your definition there, matey. To me, cutting through space would destroy anything occupying that space, which would effectively make it capable of cutting through anything. And I'm not even sure how to definite cutting through 'dimensions', as dimensions are the very universe you're in. Do you mean it has the ability to unravel the fabric of creation? Can it create portals to other dimensions? Can it destroy dimensional fluctuations? I don't get it, my friend.
Bob turns and chuckles, as she holds out both hands, one holding a pure black crystal, clearly ringing with magical energy, as well as a number of other supplies, which would undoubtedly fulfil whatever task Bug had in mind, most likely better than he could otherwise have hoped for, the other hand empty. Long claws extend from the empty hand, and her smile is a knowing one, as her eyes turn red. Slowly, black runes and letters move over her skin, which turns pale as paper, as her eyes flicker to a familiar bright red. "Oh, you know how I love making deals! The best in the Multiverse for you, my dear, in exchange for..... a favor. Just a small one. A prick of your blood will do to sign it, my dear, you know how I do things." One of Bob's many names was The Contractor. The reason for this was simple. She loved contracts, and the contracts she made, while requiring the consent of the dealer, could not be broken. Once one entered the contract of their own free will, they effectively pledged their free will to the contract, and whatever their true intentions were, their will would always direct them to complete the contract. More powerful than any control over the body, or any death threat, those bound would be warped into WANTING to complete the contract, should they attempt to break it.
Mia simply stepped forward, as she tossed a crystal at Bug. "it's used, but I'm sure you don't mind. I actually like the old man." Other than Bob shooting Mia an annoyed look, there weren't any consequences to the action. Normally, the fickle Bob would most likely have inflicted some form of punishment, but punishing someone who loved pain as much as Mia did became a complex task in and of itself.
Genocide, as he walked away, didn't even send a glance backwards. "Well done, you've figured out I'm the bad guy. I'm sure there's a prize for that out there somewhere. Of course, you could simply ignore me, and go on with whatever you were planning on doing to stop me. But doing so would leave Drac in a place where his magic is worthless, where he's nothing but another human, at best. At worst, he's just another corpse, without any magic keeping him alive. But I suppose that's not my problem." He holds up one hand, as he waves absentmindedly, stepping through one of the many portals leading out of the Lounge. "Of course this is a ploy, but you'll go anyway. It's the only chance of you finding your friend back. You're the good guys, after all."
With that, he's gone.
Mia instantly turns to the group, smiling brightly, as she holds up her bleeding fingers. "I managed to get a drop of Black Blood under his shoes, he's mine. I'm sure we could follow him and kill him. Shall we go?"
Mia simply stepped forward, as she tossed a crystal at Bug. "it's used, but I'm sure you don't mind. I actually like the old man." Other than Bob shooting Mia an annoyed look, there weren't any consequences to the action. Normally, the fickle Bob would most likely have inflicted some form of punishment, but punishing someone who loved pain as much as Mia did became a complex task in and of itself.
Genocide, as he walked away, didn't even send a glance backwards. "Well done, you've figured out I'm the bad guy. I'm sure there's a prize for that out there somewhere. Of course, you could simply ignore me, and go on with whatever you were planning on doing to stop me. But doing so would leave Drac in a place where his magic is worthless, where he's nothing but another human, at best. At worst, he's just another corpse, without any magic keeping him alive. But I suppose that's not my problem." He holds up one hand, as he waves absentmindedly, stepping through one of the many portals leading out of the Lounge. "Of course this is a ploy, but you'll go anyway. It's the only chance of you finding your friend back. You're the good guys, after all."
With that, he's gone.
Mia instantly turns to the group, smiling brightly, as she holds up her bleeding fingers. "I managed to get a drop of Black Blood under his shoes, he's mine. I'm sure we could follow him and kill him. Shall we go?"
FoxFireOfDawn said
HEY. I'M BACK!I think for good. So here's a updated CS.Name: Crow Vishta'kkAge: 18Powers: She has a better basis on using shadow magic and can fully use her flight and senses to avoid attacks. She now also holds a katana that she's infused with some of her own powers.Looks: She now has grey streaks of hair running through the black. Her eyes have dulled to the color of dried blood and multiple scars cover her body, the main one being the large gash on her back. She is almost grey in complexion and wears blue, ripped jeans, black boots, a simple white top and a dark green jacket. She's thinner than she was and is practically just bones. There's black around her eyes from sleep deprivation.Bio: After having disappeared from the Lounge one day, she ended up trying to get a better basis on her powers. Many fights later, she's decided to return to see if everything is still ticking right.From: You should know by now this is a OC.Theme song:
Looks great! Love to have you back! Completely accepted. If you want any help getting into the story, feel free to tell me.
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