thewizardguy

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Mmmmmm anyone on?

@Kaichiiro

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@thewizardguy

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@Kaichiiro

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S.H.I.E.L.D: New Heroes Initiative

Oh damn, another superhero roleplay? Hey, is this till open? (=

The Blood Compact

So, should we wrap up the fighting part for the moment? It seems Grey is out of the action for the next 18 hours, so it seems to me a timeskip of some degree might be in order. It seems to me as though it'd be boring to wait out a half-dozen days before rejoining.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Mmmmmm anyone on?

@Kaichiiro

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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

"You misunderstand. This ending wasn't caused by Genocide. Back then, he didn't exist." The scene seems to shift, as the Bug, lying on the floor, starts to wake up, groaning in pain from the many wounds he had taken. Then, walking through the floating rubble and cloaked in an aura of Soular energy, Mia approaches. Time seems to slow down, as incomprehensible words are exchanged. "No, this ending already happened, there's no changing it. Instead, use this knowledge to stop Genocide." Tears fall to the ground, as Mia drops to her knees. The Bug on the ground seems to attempt to comfort her - a strange sight at best. However, Mia then brings up a gun, as she shoots him in the head. The bullet resounds loudly, as the Bug on the ground twitches, then drops to the ground, his soul already starting to dissipate as Mia hugs his body, shaking and sobbing. "I'm nothing but a figment of your imagination. This, though? This is real. Remember this. You're the one who started this whole mess in the first place, so you get to clean it up." Suddenly, your attention is drawn away from the spectacle. Upwards, towards the ruined world far above. It looked like a planet at first, but now it's clear that it isn't. Instead, it resembles a massive space station more, similar in design to Ygdrassil, Matt's Magnus Opus. It seems familiar somehow, the hundreds of wards he can feel emanating from it, the system of technological and magical limiters layered on top of one another. A type of power that seems intrinsic to the universe, the very elements of creation...... On the floor lies a small girl's head, with long blonde hair and green eyes. It's like a copy of Angel's, and yet subtly different. And suddenly, a name pops into Bug's head. 'Hope'. The world dissolves around him, even as his mind races to catch up with his instincts. To realize what was going on. To piece together these clues, teasing the edge of recognition. A last couple of words slip through the veil of fading light, a farewell and advice. "Your friend is stuck in his own memories - not his, but those he doesn't know yet. Only when he realizes where he is, can you return to reality, and reach your destination." Then, with a start, Bug opens his eyes. Rain hits the floor, as Gabriel and Mithias face off. And yet, to Bug, it's clear. Because where Gabriel stands, is instead an image of Mithias himself, two faces of the same being. Mithias was facing off with himself, although he didn't quite know it yet. This entire place seemed to have been formed from Mithias' own mind.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

((Sorry Ven, I missed you last time)) It seemed like there were no real entrances, the entire place built like an intedimensional fortress. Even a small army would have trouble entering without Mia's express permission. However, the safest route would most likely be to assault the fortress from the Void, attacking from outside reality. Of course, it was nearly impossible to survive exposure to the Void for prolonged periods of time - it was a place of endings, drenched in the power of Omega. Merely moving through the Void had claimed the lives of many. He would need to find a Voidship, a vehicle capable of moving through the Void relatively unharmed. Alternatively, he could attempt to gain access by contacting Mia. He wasn't sure, but most likely Mia would be able to pick up all kinds of transmissions. Hell, he could probably even get her phone number.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

A slow crack, accompanied by the soft squelch of flesh. A warm sensation on his foot, Mithias looks down, already knowing the sight that would awake him, but unwilling to accept it. Beneath his foot lay a child, the heal of his heavy black boots having shattered her chest. Between the shattered ribs, the beating of the heart could still be seen as it desperately attempted to keep her infantile form alive. The deflated form of a crushed lung was identified, as Mithias subconsciously catalogued the organs, an effort his conscious mind was incapable of halting. Bright blue eyes stared upwards, as a shocked attempt at breathe brought up nothing but blood. An arm twitched, reaching upwards, grabbing onto the side of Mithias' leather pants, almost as if attempting to pull herself up. The arm fell limp, her eyes turned glassy. For a few seconds more, the heart beat. Then her body was silent. "My my, didn't I tell you? I'm not going to be killing anyone, Mithy. I never had any intention of harming that darling child - her name was Melissa, you know? Beautiful name, I'd call my daughter Melissa." gabriel chuckles, as a small group of children gathered around him, boys and girls around the age of seven. They were smiling happily, waving as one would to a relative. Not a one of them realized the situation they were in, trapped in a world of their own imagination, incapable of perceiving this grim reality. "You know, I've always liked children. You know that, don't you? And I'm running out of supply. However, if you keep being so obstinate, you're going to get them all killed. Seven more little children. How many bodies are you prepared to walk over just to kill me?"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

As the large door is opened, beyond it he sees a vast, open room. A great pit, surrounded by a long sidewalk. It was certainly the size of a small city, and merely walking in he could feel dampeners closing on his power. The walls were practically covered in sealing runes, and he could feel a form of magic completely unfamiliar to him, something that felt both out of place and strangely benign. hundreds of chains lined the walls, handcuffs currently hanging above the abyss, holding nothing in their grasp. It would be clear to anyone with half a brain that this place was a prison, and judging from the power of the wards erected here, it had been meant to contain a being of truly immense quantities of power. In the centre of this great cell hovered a massive orb of white light. No, not quite white light. It was like staring into nothingness, the lack of existence, a hole in the very fabric of the universe. And yet, Asura had seen holes in the universe, they led to the Void - the realm in between Universes. This was different. It felt immensely wrong, twisted, as if it should not exist. This was not merely a hole in the fabric of the universe. It was as if he was looking at a hole in the fabric of.... everything. Time, space, thought..... the very concept of existence torn to pieces. Outlined by the bright white light shot out by the Hole, Genocide could be seen standing there, hands raised. He seemed to be channeling some unknown power, a mysterious energy that couldn't quite be described. Best yet, however, he didn't seem to have noticed Asura.

The Metahuman Revolution

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The Metahuman Revolution

The layout of the base was confusing, at first. It was clear that this structure had not originally been constructed for military use, and many new areas had been constructed afterwards. A number of doors would have blocked 57's advance, had they not been opened already. It was easy to slip through the streams of people, his camouflage mode making him nothing but a flicker in the corner of their eye, a shadow among so many, cast by the firefights that even now were going on. From the looks of things, the rebels were pushing back hard, using metahumans to turn the tide of battle against the drone strike force. It did not matter, the drones were there as a distraction and nothing more, as 57 sabotaged the most important systems in the area. he would cripple them, kill their leaders, slaughter the wounded, and leave them open to the second strike. Stepping from the shadows, he stopped a fearful-looking man rushing down the corridor. 'What way to the hospital?' The man in question was about to open his mouth, raising a hand in an accusing manner. Quite probably, he recognized 57, either from a previous engagement or from some campfire story. Before he could speak, however, 57 had already kicked him into the wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. There was nobody else nearby, at least for the moment. Under his mask 57 smiled grimly, as he took out his blade. There were always ways to get the answers from unwilling fools. About five minutes later, 57 stood at the door of the hospital. Around him lay a slew of corpses. Nurses, doctors, a couple of soldiers. Mostly the wounded, incapable of defending themselves. It had been easy to find them, trailing the infrared, blood and ultraviolet trail they had left. Carrying so many wounded, they hadn't been able to outpace the superhuman assassin, and they had not been able to fight him off when he had attacked from the shadows. However, already he could tell that there were more inside the hospital itself. Those who had not yet left, or those wounded who could not be moved. There was no escape, there was no mercy. He could annihilate the entire medical personel, and destroy all medical equipment. And if he got to remove some wounded soldiers from the pictures, that was just a bonus.