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What happened to Tyler and Arcanus? I'm waiting for them to post, but they seem to have disappeared.

> United isn't the new verison, it's a different version of another RP. My friend and I are still working on the other RP. I said you guys could keep going with this one. Yeah, but without a GM, that's not going to happen, really.

> Wiz, why are you not on steam? Get on steam, you juicebox. I AM on Steam.

As Kevin's hand hit the duplicate's shoulder, a loud explosion followed, hundreds of tiny robotic mechanisms being ripped apart by Crash, releasing a charge of soular energy as they exploded. The duplicate stepped back, a hole in it's shoulder, new robots already beginning to refill it, although far more slowly than before. 'You fight well. Was it Gildarts who taught you that? Fairy Tail truly has some amazing warriors, and I can tell, you've mastered your emotions. However, you haven't quite mastered strategy.' With a tingling sensation, energy gathered at the creature's chest, blasting outwards as a wave of sheer kinetic force, throwing Kevin backwards and smashing him into the ice. He slid a dozen meters away before he could get a grip on the slippery surface. As he looked up, his vision was clear. But the figure before him had changed. Standing at 1.5 meters, short for a human, there was a blue humanoid being. It lacked eyes, although part of it's face consisted of strips of red skin. Four arms reached outwards, the upper two significantly larger than the lower. It's mouth was similar to the trunk of an elephant, if it had been quite short and had had built in teeth. Kevin presumed it looked in his direction, as it spoke in a melodic, deep voice. 'You don't even know who your face, or when you live. You know so little of the paths of the Great Ones, but you would challenge the Path of Destruction? How do you justify your actions?' ----------------------- Toguro looked up, and as he observed the great ball of flame his powers instinctively flared. Then, even as Creed yelled his attack's name, a grin came to Toguro's face. he seemed to shrug, as if shaking something off. 'I was gone there for a moment kid. But don't worry, I'll play a little more.' The grin grew wider, the ends of his mouth touching the edges of his face, as the great ball of white flame rushed towards him, leaving a trail of plasma in it's wake. The earth trembled, as Toguro leeched it's very power through the soles of his feet. The ice cracked and shattered, far below metal corridors screeched and were torn. Toguro held one hand next to his chest, laughing loudly, as the ground beneath his feet started to melt away rapidly. 'What is it, Kid? Did you think I couldn't punch that?' Laughing, Toguro leans down, his fist briefly touching the quickly forming pool of water before shooting upwards. A whirlwind of power gathered around it, as his stone knuckles struck the surface of the ball of flame. Ripples moved along it, as the flame was struck, and an explosive force hits it. Sparks hit the water, which evaporates on contact. The flames engulf Toguro, even as his power concentrates. Even as the flame eats away at the ice, his voice can be heard from the center, roaring out. 'YOU THINK I CAN'T HANDLY THIS!' A flash of white light, an explosive wave of force. A beam of flame shoots into the sky, it's base wreathed in white light. Curtains of steam covered the area, as great glaciers are evaporated in mere seconds, a hole being ripped in the ceiling of frozen clouds. And then, slowly, the fog clears. In a hole the size of a large village, the ice had been molten away, exposing the thick layer of steel beneath. And in the center, floating above the surface of the water, stood Toguro. He grinned, steam coming from his body, as he hung in midair. Along his side, lava slowly dripped downwards, the remnants of his right arm. 'I can punch that, goddamnit.' With this, Toguro floats over to the shore, where he carefully lands on the ice, drips of lava drilling holes in the already partially melted surface.

> Hey guys! So I have had absolutely no time to post or work on this (I'm in six other RPs), so I'm going to kill this one. But I am working on a brand new RP with a friend I met on here that has to do with mutants. We are working on that right now, so if you would like to join that one, I will have a link up once we post it. Sorry to disappoint you all. :/ You seem to be doing a LOT of superhero stuff. Either that, or United We Stand is the new version of this? I don't know, post the link already >.<

((If you weren't paying attention to the OOC, this is an official GM intervention message. Asura's post is rendered inert, as he performed an instakill, using a Deus Ex Machina, as well as his method of attack making no sense. Until his post is edited into something acceptable, it is to be ignored. Teo, as you have already reacted to this post, I would recommend you edit your post slightly. I like the idea of attempting to reverse-engineer 5, however, so if you want to work out a way to do something like that, feel free to PM me. My goal is not to kill you guys, it's to create a cool story.)) Using her foresight, Kaos had already sensed that some great force of ill will was moving. Dark omens lay in the future, and without heroes to slay the darkness, there was no doubt that the multiverse would be plunged into blackness. Her intervention had become necessary, and while it had taken a while, she had been able to predict where the Omegans would move next. It was clear they were following some pattern, although even she could not discern exactly what they were doing, nor why she could feel the strings of fate changing their course. As she arrived on this cold winter planet, suddenly, it was as if something burst into her head, screaming and clawing. And yet, even as she grasped her skull, gathering her will for a counterattack, she felt a strange serenity pass through her. Her vision seemed to fog and swirl, as before her very eyes, the fabric of the future and past seemed to intertwine. Thoughts and images passed through her, and she looked into the center of the fabric. There, she saw a brightness, an unspeakably terrifying light. Ten minutes later, Kaos awoke in the snow. Her body was covered in frost, her blood was freezing. It wouldn't be long like this before she died simply from the environment. But, despite this predicament, there were greater things to worry about. What had she seen? It was almost as if time had ceased to function, for just that moment. Something was severely wrong. ------------------ He could feel it. Pulsing beneath his feet, writhing and screaming against the pressure, the Infinity Shackle. It was here, it had always been here, every single time. Beneath him, the snow moved out of the way, the ice shattered and shifted, a hole forming. And, meters beneath this layer of frost, was a thick layer of steel. In the center was a trap door, marked with bolts and bars. Time and space had corrupted this place, but then it always had been. It felt like mere moments had passed since he had last set foot on that steel surface, and seen the locks burst open before him. It would not be long before he walked within. Soon, balance would fall, and the entire multiverse would be devoured into eternal destruction.

Really Kishin? I have a policy that anything posted in the IC is already canon, which is why I had Eclipse stab Cosmos even after I figured out I didn't agree with the cause for Eclipse's revival. But this action a) makes no sense and b) is a dick move. 5 I not in any way the most powerful Omegan. Each Omegan is supposed to be significantly more powerful than you guys, in a 1v1 you guys will almost always be wiped out. That's why it's necessary to team up against them. Mia didn't help you guys? Do you have any idea how often she proposed to save your sorry asses? I was shoving the damn helping mechanism up your ass, that's how hard she was trying. But you simply ignored her and moved on, deciding you didn't need any cool helpful soular protection for fighting Soul-based death-machines. If you get wrecked by 5, it's your own fault for trying to be a tough guy and ignoring help from the person most qualified to help you. Not that Mia's help was necessary to defeat 5, just really useful. Oh, and Mia also explained that hitting this thing with Soular Energy would only serve to grant it additional energy, she explained this to you when you first proposed it. Soular attacks DON'T WORK. This is also the reason Mia doesn't simply go after 5 herself, as her most powerful form of offense would have been neutralized. You keep introducing new characters, and yet I haven't seen a single Character Sheet. I also keep finding out they're OP as shit, and apparently this one is a Jack ripoff. As such, I'm modifying directly. You can have limited foresight, sense things that are going to happen and gain some vision into the infinite alternate realities that could occur, but far from perfect future vision. In my version of the Multiverse, the future is clouded and uncertain, there is no such thing as 'destiny' tying everyone to a single path. I'm going to give you a choice here. Either we ignore your post, and you edit it into something acceptable, or I give 5 a massive boost of energy, having her detect Kaos and wipe the floor with her. Furthermore, if anyone wants to perform any action to instakill a character, it has to go through me from now on. I didn't want to impose on the freedom to post, but it seems like I need to exert some degree of control over what is put down in the IC, and instakills are mostly disallowed anyway.

The buzzing of tiny machines grew louder in volume, as the presence of the arcane killing machines rapidly amplified. More and more souls seemed to enter the area, as if an entire army had gathered itself before Kevin. He could feel them in the air, surrounding him, hundreds of lifetimes, whispers driving into his mind. Flashes of white rooms, great black ships, a group of blue humanoids, singing in strangely melodic tones. Stories of another place and time, collected, being shown to you through the sheer psychic power of these souls' combined might. And even as he began to realize the true nature of the opponent he would face, it manifested before him. Billions of tiny devices locking into one another, forming large structures powered by Soular energy. legs formed, before an abdomen and chest took shape. Arms extended from the central mass, skin and clothing rapidly covering the mechanical insides. Last to form was the face, covered by Kevin's own mask. He stood before a carbon copy of himself, resonating with unfamiliar power. Kevin had of course heard of the schools of Soular magic, as many mages utilized it across the universe. It took many shapes, concentrated into many different forms, and given many different names. But there was one story he'd heard he was about to personally verify. The most aggressive form of Soular energy is lightning. Pulsing in each hand was a ball of crackling energy, as if ball lightning had been captured within them. One bright green, the other bright red, both puled to completely different rhythms, and yet complemented one another perfectly. A flow of energy across the entire form, the unity and balance of Soular frequencies, the highest level of Soular manipulation. Fused with the art of force manipulation, the power that flowed through other living things. 'You should not have come here. Your happiness to fight, your anger, it will be your downfall. Your past will return to haunt you, I would know.' It was Kevin's very own voice that spoke. Bolts of lightning struck near Kevin, the massive sheets of ice cracking and melting, telekinetic and electric power intertwining into a single blow, launching Kevin several meters back and covering him in burns, making use of the temporary surprise. This was no normal lightning, it was the manifestation of Soular energy. And in it he could feel... love? It was as if even as his flesh had been scarred, he had been injected with happiness, a weight lifting off of his mind. Paradoxically in this situation, he felt.... safe. ------------------------ Toguro didn't move an inch, as the hammer hurtled down towards him. He simply looked up as Asura joined the fray, not speaking a word, steady pulses of power still emanating from him. Then the bright red hammer struck his head. With an explosive burst of power, the hammers enchantments boosted the force of the blow a hundredfold, the weight of a house smashing down upon Toguro. With a deafening crack, the ice split and smashed beneath his feet, slanting and compressing. In a space smaller than a second, Toguro was pushed down through the surface of the ice, a great crater forming around the point of impact, shattered pieces of ice being pushed upwards around it to form a rim of frost. Toguro still stood straight, his head slightly tilted, the hammer on what would have been his temple. he hadn't moved an inch. At the top of his skull, moving down and barely visible, was a single crack. 'useless' With explosive force, Teo hit the ground, his hammer flying off into the distance, skidding over the ice. Teo struck the ice and stuck, gasping for breath, his face contorting as he could feel the pressure mounting, his throat being squeezed closed, his heart being squished into a pulp. Even as his cartoon physics activated, he could feel his own energy draining away, fighting to support him, his body flattening into a physically impossible pancake. With sustained force, it would take mere minutes for Toguro to simply overcome Teo's power reserves, crushing him. And all occured without a smirk, without a grin, without a boast. Toguro simply stood, and watched, and destroyed.

> Hey guys! So I have had absolutely no time to post or work on this (I'm in six other RPs), so I'm going to kill this one. But I am working on a brand new RP with a friend I met on here that has to do with mutants. We are working on that right now, so if you would like to join that one, I will have a link up once we post it. Sorry to disappoint you all. :/ Damn, that's a shame. I liked this.

57 stood in the centre of a circle of corpses. The bodies of those that would have stood against the arm of Helios lay around him, their deaths brought about by their own ignorance and hate. Their skulls would pave the way to a better future for mankind, a world in which violence wasn't necessary, and people like 57 didn't exist. Looking down at his handiwork, the slaughter of five men, two women, and one child, the bionic weapon felt not a shred of remorse, only happiness that he had once again served the common good. While he had quickly dispatched of the meta - minor level pyrokinesis - the others had had plenty of time to speak before they had died, and with their last words they, too, served the greater good. No longer bothered with stealth, 57 sent automated instructions to the security drone high overhead. It would move down and collect the bodies, the meta would serve as another research subject for the great Helios lab-systems. The others would be turned to fertilizer, their very flesh serving to feed those they themselves had sought to endanger. In the end, willing or not, all fools would find themselves in the service of good, guided by the loving hands of Helios. Walking through the streets, 57 opened a private communications channel to Aetius. 'I found a sparrow. Requesting permission to deploy and annihilate.' the sparrow, of course, was not really a sparrow. the intel he had received pointed towards a particular prominent base of operations from the Metahuman Revolution. Opening a secure comm link to Arcanus and Tyler, he was already planning a battle strategy. 'I got confirmation of Tyler's intel of a base nearby. Arcanus, deploy my suit, and prepare drones for stealth bombardment.' Arcanus would know what drones would be most appropriate for the task at hand, there was a reason he was in charge of them after all. And giving orders to Tyler was pointless, ever since reaching equal rank with 57, he had been impossible to control. Then again, there was no denying that he was good at what he did. Moving into the Helios base, where he knew both Tyler and Arcanus would gather, he raised one hand. Instantly, every soldier in the hall saluted, as was proper protocol when a high-ranking officer entered the area. Whilst other officers might discard such protocol, 57 was one to stick to the rules, and he enforced protocol strictly. He had also heard something rather interesting, however. Once more he opened the secure com to Aetius, mere seconds after the first burst of communication and before the leader had had time to respond. 'There appears to be a bounty hunter here to see you. She's clearly a skilled warrior. Is she confirmed to be here?' The unspoken implication was clear to any familiar with 57's modus operandi. If she had no reason to be here, he would have her killed right here, right now. If Aqua were to turn around, she would be faced with a rather intimidating sight to match the disciplined, deep voice. Standing at almost 2 meters tall, 57 cut an imposing figure, every inch of him covered in muscle. His onyx-black skin made the charred skin on his cheek nearly invisible, but only served to accent the grey body suit he was wearing, and the blood splattered on it. Two bright red eyes looked down on the figure, ready to react to any offensive move or word, and eliminate her with extreme prejudice.