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Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Absolis
Ruining dreams is what I do~

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@BlondieBoy
How does he put people to sleep? Does he need to touch them or something, or can he just cause sleepyness? Is it resistable? And does it affect beings who do not naturally need sleep.

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@Lmpkio
Well, nothing has actually reached New York yet. Just had a really sweet light-show in the sky.

But yeah, an army of Daemon might descend upon the planet to warp or destroy all life on it.

@Absolis
Well, that's pretty much the main reason he exists. But I think that an Apocalypse battle right here would be a bad idea. Not sure what Savato has in store in terms of defensive measures, but logically speaking he should have put some serious shit in place. And if all goes south he'd blow up the ship, killing everyone.

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@Lmpkio
There's a giant space warp storm going on in the sky right now. A giant evil red hand came from this massive space storm, and attempted to pull the planet into the Warp. Nova then ported to the Palace, his base of operations, gathered his power, and fought off the Chaos Gods by using his immense psionic powers to limit their influence on this world. He destroyed the giant hand, and prevented the other Chaos Gods from entering this reality. He then sent part of his mind into the Warp, together with a large chunk of his power, to keep them busy.

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@Absolis@Savato
Apocalypse awakened inside the pod, as it glared around the massive white room. It could see several beings, and yet he knew already that all of them were weak. Worthless cannon fodder, and to be discarded from it's mind. Instead it's attention was grasped by the two beings who had placed themselves directly in front of his apparent containment cell. He could further sense that his position had changed in a far more profound way, that he now occupied a completely new dimension. The two creatures in front of him were not mere cannon fodder. One was the creature that had last killed it, the powerful psionic creature that had called itself an Ethereal. The other was strange, it could sense body heat emanating from it, and yet he could also sense an inhumanly powerful electromagnetic field, indicating the presence of a large amount of electronics of some description in or around her. Quite probably a cyborg of some description.

Before Apocalypse could begin to bash the walls, the tall creature talked. It doubted Apocalypse's intelligence, and threatened the perfect being with destruction. Apocalypse merely grinned, moving it's face closer to the barrier. "You wish to know my.... motive? I wish only to fulfill my original goal, the reason I was first designed. To leave a trail of destruction across the Multiverse, to face the most powerful beings this reality can produce. To ascend beyond them all, and to take my rightful place as the Perfect Being. To rise beyond all others, and defeat my... what is the word you use? Parent?" Apocalypse was relatively new to language, having been created from an incarnation of Doomsday incapable of speech. However, Batman's DNA had granted it the ability to perform advanced reasoning, as well as a knowledge of language. It spoke almost every Earth language, as well as four alien languages.

But let's talk about you, shall we? You fought and killed me, and now I'm back. And your little tricks won't work any more. You put me in a little box, and you really think this will hold me? That this ship will hold me?" Apocalypse moved towards the edge of the barrier, his large clawed hand placed on top of it. Punching would be hard in such a small environment, especially with the special gel covering him. However, he had begun exerting an immense amount of force on the barriers. While he certainly wasn't putting his all into it, it was clear from the ease with which he did it that if he wished to, he could break out of this barrier with relatively little effort. It would hold him for five minutes at most, if negotiations were to go south.

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@Lmpkio
What did you need to know?

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@Cuccoruler
And got his ASS HANDED TO HIM!

No, but that fight scene was awesome. Specially when Akuma showed up.

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@Savato@Absolis
[Overseer UFO, Unknown Universe, Apocalypse]
As the Ethereal approached the containment area of the mysterious creature, it was informed of the rather remarkable development that had been observed within the creature. It's body had seemingly analyzed the power of the Ethereals, and restructured it's nervous system. This new and restructured system caused the psionic energy applied to it to be subdivided over several 'levels' and massively spread out. Furthermore, certain levels of the 'brain' could be shut off at will, as another part of the brain rapidly took on the functions of the removed area. This meant that it would cost almot 100x more effort to affect Apocalypse with psionic abilities, making most of them nearly useless against him. Furthermore he was able to shut down parts of his nervous system and 'rebuild' them on the spot, in order to counter any attempt at mind control. It was clear that it would be nigh impossible to defeat the being again using a similar method.

Perhaps more worrying was the fact that it's outer body had developed a specialized layer of ceramic-like material, a coating that was highly resistant to heat and worked with a controlled vacuum to vastly reduce the amount of damage dealt by heat-based attacks. This effect seemed to be increased by the fact that the experimentation team had been using lasers to cut the creature open. It appeared that the more damage it's body was dealt, the more resistant it would become to the source of the damage. Even after 'death' it continued to become more dangerous, and subduing the creature a second time would be troublesome at best.

Lastly, it had been discovered that almost any material that existed within the Bestial One's body was designed to kill. It was impossible to derive any form of nutrition from it, and indeed it didn't seem to require nutrition of any kind. Instead it seemed to somehow be able to draw energy from the quantum spectrum on a cellular level, a phenomenon that outdid even the Ethereal's methods of energy generation as it provided a potentially limitless supply of energy seemingly from nowhere. In fact the aliens had come to the conclusion that the mere presence of this creature in this universe was slightly counteracting entropy, creating higher-order energy. As such they had been forced to place a long-term nutritional substitute within the capsule, which would sustain the larva for about a year.

Of course, each of these facts was alarming in and of themselves. But it was made considerably worse by the fact that Apocalypse's neural network seemed to be activating once more, as the higher brain functions became enabled. This was a last reboot, a simply check if all vital systems were in place, and it was clear the creature would awaken. The ethereal would now have a chance to move Apocalypse to a greater containment area, place it in stasis, or attempt to convince it not to attack. Whatever approach it would take, it had about a minute to do it before Apocalypse would be fully resurrected.

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Organization: The Forces of Chaos
Capabilities: The infinite armies of darkness borne from the minds of men. The Daemon, fragments of the Chaos Gods who take on form in the mortal world to spread the will and power of the Ruinous Powers. Reborn time and time again within the Warp, serving their Lords absolutely. And then there's the army of Chaos Space Marines, of which there are about 500.000. And they have tanks, nukes, titans, lasers, psykers, dreadnoughts, massive space ships and a pet goldfish. Of DOOM! They're backed up by Cultists and Heretics, as well as the armies of mutants formed from corrupted humans and humanoids throughout the Multiverse.
Membership Fee: YOUR SOUL!
Perks: Unholy satanic powers granted by the Ruinous Powers, should you win their favor. Should you prove an exceptional servant, they would grant immortality in the form of Daemonhood, elevating one to a Daemon Prince. Great dental.
Downsides: May eat you. Either because you failed, or because they feel like it. The Dark Gods are fickle that way. You also need to sit in the bus next to the Plague Marines.

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As Nova approached what appeared to be a small child with a toy train, the child raised the train to their face. For a moment, Nova could feel dimensional energies surging as a path was forged through the veil of reality. It was in essence similar to a warp portal, breaking down the barriers between two dimensions and opening a conduit for matter and energy to transfer between them. However, this portal seemed to come into existence around the child, as they were instantly pulled into a different dimension. Even with his inhuman reflexes and nigh-omniscience, Nova had been unable to prevent the child from being drawn away. There was no telling where they had been teleported off to, or whether they would ever return to this realm.

((If he comes back, he can just say he was ported to the local corner store.))

Nova sighed, as he picked up the toy train. The only thing that remained. It seemed he had been correct in his suspicions, and that this child had taken the terminal from the shop. Whether this had been intentional was now impossible to tell, but if the child was out there somewhere, with this terminal, it should be possible for him to find it. If the child was still alive, in some far-flung reality, he would need to draw it back here, or to return it to it's dimension of origin.

However, a more pressing concern presented itself.

A burning headache errupted in Nova's skull, as he suddenly felt the pressure of a Thousand souls on his psyche. Like the cry of some abberation echoing inside of his skull. He gritted his teeth before retaliating in kind, a great psionic whip slashing through the warp. He recognized the pain he had been dealt, and he knew that his most ancient enemies had followed him to this realm. He could feel their foul presence in the warp, the immense creatures of destruction and corruption that had been dubbed the Chaos Gods. Although he could imagine no being further from the ideals a God must embody. However, far more worrying was that these beings seemed to be completely free, unshackled and unhalted, as they had existed before the Fall of the Eldar Empire, when first he had needed to subdue them. Removing his psionic presence from the warp had left them with no opponent to fight, and they were now running amock. This further forced him to question what state his home universe would be in when he returned, how much damage the Chaos Gods had caused in his brief absence. Whether or not there would be anything left to rebuild.

The very air darkened, and every sentient being on the planet could feel a pressure in their minds. Seductive whispers of power, knowledge, lust, and (for some reason) tuberculosis. All of these were offered as gifts, free of charge, as the psionic might of the Chaos Gods imprinted their wishes on the minds of every being in this universe. Their will attempting to corrupt those here by playing to their basest desires, to grant them the gifts of the Warp. A Thousand offers were made in the span of a second, as whispering voices laughingly played with the desires and minds of those here. Several might find themselves offended at the clearly demonic offers, some might find the experience overwhelming, and still others might be tempted to accept. But most worrying of all was the immense psionic storm that was brewing in the sky, like a Rift the size of a continent. A massive disturbance in reality. Every being with the ability to sense such things could feel immense power radiating from it, and yet faintly hear the screams of a billion souls in torment from it's depths.

The Earth trembled, the sky quaked, and the oceans turned to blood. A single observation vessel drove unexpectedly into the Warp, the ethereal on board screaming in garbled alien tongues before exploding. It was swiftly crushed by the immense hand that emerged from it. A massive red claw, like the hand of the Biblical devil himself, each finger the size of a mountain, each claw made of solidified darkness. The hand of Khorne reached out, and the observation ship seemed to be annihilated by it's mere presence. The grasping fingers reached for the planet, as if attempting to pull it, too, into the Warp. To draw it into a realm of Daemonic torment, a hell where every sentient mind would be plagued forever, the soul nothing more than a snack to those that dwelt there.

Nova emerged in front of the Palace, surprising the group of heroes who had no doubt been staring into the sky. He was burning brighter than ever, and looking straight at him was nearly blinding. A pair of wings emerged from his back, forged from light and steel, and he wielded a sword of flames that radiated an unspeakable power. And even as the Chaos Gods spread lies, disorders and corruption, their mere presence enough to drive most to madness, the Emperor was a bastion of light. Absolute order personified, the power of all of Earth's shamans incarnated into a single body, a single mind, a single will. Doubt, hatred, and fear were washed away by his presence, a comforting and yet determined aura that filled the minds of all who regarded him. This was the form he had taken when first he had risen into the sky to do battle with the Chaos Gods, when he had still carried the name of Micheal. And now, it was a form he must done again.

A pillar of light emanated from the Emperor, and smashed into the grasping claw of Khorne. Not in a match of strength, but of sheer unadulterated power, as the God Emperor forced the laws of reality onto the Dark God, ripping the immense arcane construct to pieces. His might was cast out in the void, as the hundred Thousand spells of Tzeench were shattered, enchantments and illusions fading away before his light. The plagues of nurgle festered in those unwary of them, and yet his healing power caused them to be banished from this world. And lastly the Emperor faced the most powerful of the Chaos Gods, Slaanesh. He could feel the savage creature throwing attack after attack at him, his psyche being torn into by a billion mental claws. But the Dark Gods were weak in this world, unable to cope with the laws of reality. And he banished Slaanesh's influence as well, back to the Warp.

He knew that he could not continue to fight them here. They would rise and recover faster than he would, and they would cast this entire universe into darkness. The Chaos would devour worlds far in the distance, or simply invade some universe where there was no God Emperor to hold them back. He could not contain them while remaining here, and yet he could not discard his mortal form. For in essence it was this form that differentiated them, this mortal husk to which he bound himself. If he were to ascend into a purely psionic form, what was to stop the impurity of the Warp from corrupting him as well? From turning him into the very being he sought to contain. The sixth Chaos God, to complete the pantheon and finally annihilate all life in the Multiverse.

Shit, he hadn't even known there was a Multiverse before today.

Sighing, Nova relinquished much of his divine power. He sacrificed it, forging it into a seperate entity from himself still linked to him. His divine will extended into the Warp, where it would fight to subdue the Chaos Gods. He could not destroy them, or even completely contain them, but he could hold them back. To prevent them from crafting physical forms in the Materium, to banish them from existing in this plane. As for their remaining influence in this world... well, he'd just have to deal with that personally.

The Warp Storm did not subside, although it did not grow in power. And the whispers were still there, softly making endless promises to those who were prepared to listen. But they were subdued, weakened. For now they were mere offers, instead of orders, and no longer could the will of Chaos devour the weaker beings. It was possible for the Emperor to remove the Warp Storm, to close the rift. But he wished the attention of the Chaos Gods here, to keep their eye and fight their forces. For every Daemon they sent to defeat him was one Daemon not running amock in the worlds of man. Every attack they launched on him was an attack taken from the minds of the innocent. But the Chaos Gods were here now, and their servants were soon to follow.