thewizardguy

Multiverse Shattered

@CallMeChaotix
Blackwargreymon was pushed into the air as a cyclone unexpectedly formed around him. The crowd had dispersed, realizing that this fight was not an arena match, and that their lives were endangered by their continued presence. It was clear that these two beings were quite powerful, each of them zipping about at immense speeds, and the thought of meeting a being of significant strength pleased him. However, it was equally clear that he had been disregarded in this contest, which was something he was not able to accept. Such was an insult not only to his power, but to his pride as a warrior. Growling he halted his movement, floating in midair as his flight activated. The two blurring figures had settled into a tiny tornado, attacks thrown and dodged in the blink of an eye. He considered simply annihilating both with his Dark Terra Force for the insult, but doing as such would have inflicted major collateral damage to the town itself, and he had no intention of destroying that much of the city.

In the middle of the battle, Wargreymon suddenly seemed to appear between the two combatants, one half of the Brave Shield in each hand. While he wasn't able to keep up with the two metahuman's movements, he was easily fast enough to interrupt their conflict. Moving at almost twice the speed of sound, he blocked both punches as they landed on the two halves of the Brave Shield. Striking with the force of an apache missile, their impact was completely negated by the power of the Brave Shield itself. "Perhaps I did not make myself clear before. If either of you wishes to fight, then I will be happy to kill you right here. But the order of this city is to be protected, even if I have to cover it in the corpses of you 'heroes'. Continue your battle outside the city boundaries, or in one of the underground arena matches. If you cannot abide by the order of this city, I will personally ensure that you will never be able to move again." It was no idle threat, and both of the contestants would realize that this individual was a being of immense power, by the fact that he was not only able to move at such speeds, but could take two hypersonic punches without so much as flinching.

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@CallMeChaotix
Depends on your actions. He probably won't ally with anyone on any permanent basis, but they might work together for a bit. Alternatively, this might escalate into a fight. Depends on what your chars do.

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@CallMeChaotix
Thanks ^_^

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@CallMeChaotix
" And as a red form came shooting through the window near him, he reacted instantly. Reaching out with a speed that made him impossible for the human eye to follow, he caught the red blur in a single fist."

I was referring to The Flash.

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@CallMeChaotix
...... Did you just ignore me? )=

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Flamelord
I did anticipate that. The Emperor has also had a bad experience with bombers rather recently....

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Flamelord@Absolis@SgtEasy@Tyki@Supertinyking

The God Emperor awakened from a troubled, but restful, sleep. For those at his level of psionic power, there was no such thing as true sleep, as even in one's dreams they must defend their minds from the incursions of Daemon. And while he had not dreamt, he had explored the vaults of the Warp for hidden and secret knowledge that might aid him. For even as his body and mind rested, his soul had been active, and he would need every sliver of knowledge he possessed in order to face the coming storm.

After having performed the basic morning ritual that hygiene required of him, he would make his way downstairs. He had used his powers to form clothes for all those within the castle, recognizing the need to change into something else after such a busy day. He'd need to task the Kolons with making some kind of washing machine. Then again, knowing them, everything would probably come out bright pink. Nova sighed as he appraised the now colourfully childish walls of his new fortress. These menial concerns were of no consequence in truth, especially when weighed up against the vast hordes of enemies that no doubt awaited him, and the immense size of the obstacles he would be forced to surmount as the day dragged on. But such small concerns and small worries surfaced, when his mind was too tired to deal with the greater issues at hand.

Speaking of which, he was able to sense that the Goa'uld had already mobilized. A large number of presences was moving towards the Imperial Palace, and based on their speed they were airborne. It seemed Ba'al had been able to mobilize a small fleet, most likely to face off with whatever military might the Emperor possessed. Little did they know that the Emperor was quite low on military power at the moment, with the Yakuza doing their best to fill up the gap left by the destruction of the Dark Angels Companies. The reptilians would also assist, although the Emperor was unsure of how much assistance the zealous chibis would be. Pondering the dilemma of how to approach the self-proclaimed God of the Goa'uld, Nova used his immense psionic powers to make coffee mysteriously appear out of thin air, the bitter drink allowing him to collect his thoughts.

As he sat down on the Golden Throne, he spotted Ruiko heading down the stairs, clearly well rested, although he could tell that her dreams had not been pleasant. Had her nightmares been of supernatural origin, he would have shielded her mind from them. But hers were the unfortunate side effect of a human who had seen too much of battle and betrayal. And she would see more yet before the day was out. "Child. Sit with me. We have much to discuss, and little time to do it in. I believe a rather dangerous figure is about to arrive here, and I would like to ask you to watch yourself around him. While I admire your fiery temperament, it would be best to approach the current situation with diplomacy rather than courage." With a mere thought, the God Emperor caused several steel chairs and a large steel table to appear in front of his throne, arranged as if for breakfast. To many it would appear as if he had made these from nothingness, but in truth he had merely stolen them from one of the nearby buildings, knowing that the original inhabitants would have no more use for them. Although unfortunately, acquiring food would be harder.

"Your powers are potentially great, although you will have to learn to master them. See them not merely as a gift, but as a muscle, to be trained as any other. Learn not to simply throw things, but to manipulate them. Don't merely cut things, dissect them. If you achieve true control of your powers, you will be able to best opponent thrice your strength." Nova wasn't particularly happy to be contracting this child as a soldier, knowing that she would be forced to kill if she continued on that path. But as it was he would require her assistance, as her potential was truly immense. Control of the air was a dangerous skill, and could level armies if mastered. In a few years, she would be a truly terrifying opponent. "Of course, foremost is the lesson any warrior must learn. When to apply force, and when to stand back and watch. Know the extent of your power, and know when not to use it."

The Yakuza had managed to perform their jobs admirably, and had retrieved all of the remaining terminals on Arcadia-1. Even the terminal in Switzerland had not been a problem, as the forces of Chaos had apparently kept to themselves. Most likely they were unable to understand the power of the terminals, being beings of pure psionic energy. They would underestimate anything that was not directly linked to the power of the Warp. As such the Emperor would be able to contact the universe his allies had fled to, although it might be hard to track down the individuals in question. But such things would have to wait, as the Goa'uld had arrived.

Reaching out, the Emperor opened an Eternity Gate, a direct passageway between his own throne room, and the Goa'uld capital ship. Ba'al would find the portal opening directly in front of him, the Emperor looking him over from the other side. When he spoke, he used some of his aura to grant his voice supernatural presence, such as to ensure these beings realized not to take him lightly. "I will speak to Ba'al, and any he chooses to take with him. Of course, if you wish to see your fleets torn from the sky, feel free to place them in my airspace. But I would not recommend it." There was no bluff in the statement, as with the power of the Golden Throne, the Emperor was fully capable of literally ripping the ships from the sky.

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Made a post, gonna get the plot rolling.

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@CallMeChaotix

[Blackwargreymon, Ayumi, Red Light District]

The crowds screamed and shouted, inhuman tongues mixing with the more commonly spoken English as creatures as strange and diverse as the digital beings from his homeworld gathered around the makeshift arena. He faced what appeared to be a human, although he had learned that the humans of this world were not to be underestimated. The warrior he faced wore armour in accordance to what he learned was referred to as 'medieval technology', and wielded a large but intricately forged blade at least two meters in length. It swung the sword in a series of expert moves, wielding the mass of metal in one hand as if it were a mere dagger. The warrior's armour appeared to be plated in gold, but was in reality formed from some unknown and incredibly sturdy material. But all these things meant nothing to Blackwargreymon, or as he had become known in this new world, 'War'.

The blade of the zweihander was swung in a deft arc, aimed to sever War's head from his shoulders. His opponent was a skilled warrior indeed, having instantly assessed his opponent's strengths and weaknesses. Wielding such powerful weapons and armour demonstrated great strength over speed, and the enemy was well aware of this. It chose not to evade, but to block attacks with a large and imposing shield that appeared to have been hewn from the side of a mountain. Blackwargreymon casually sidestepped the blow and stabbed forward, his blades impaling the opponent, slicing through the mystery metal as if it were butter. The three pronged claws struck true, dealing critical damage to all the organs that the organic lifeforms usually required. But just this would not stop his opponent, who merely stepped back into a defensive position and prepared to swing once more.

This dance had repeated it several times, Blackwargreymon using his vastly superior speed to inflict devastating wounds on his opponent, only to find the human seemingly incapable of dying. Once it had decapitated the creature, only to find it upright mere moments later, ready once more to continue the fight. It was questionable whether such a creature could even be called a human, but Blackwargreymon had never been a stickler for definitions. More importantly he wondered how his opponent stood after every blow, how they rose after every death with more determination than before. What could motive a being beyond death. Revenge? Greed? Love? Hate? Had it not been engaged in a fight, it would have asked. But the enemy hadn't said a word the entire time, and 'War' doubted that the armoured knight would tell him even if he were to ask. The cheers and jeers of the crowd, the excited words of the announcer, the sound of traffic in the background, all of it was mute to him as he casually went through the motions of battle.

But all such dances come to their end. Blackwargreymon cosndiered his opponent one last time, before he swiped the Zweihander out of the air, the massive blade shattering into pieces. "Death is inevitable. Perhaps this will help you find it." With those simple words, War gathered power into his right hand. An orb of pure darkness formed, crackling with red energy. It was a dark power, the gathered negative energy of this world, the pain of those who were slaughtered and oppressed, the hatred of those that would gain power through force, the envy of those who were forced to look on from the dirt as the mighty made themselves known. It was the power of darkness, and as he called upon it, he could feel the atmosphere tremble. His opponent took a step backwards, before rushing forwards in a last-ditch effort of some kind. Throwing up his shield as if he attempted to run through the attack, and to ram into Blackwargreymon. A futile thought, as the dice had already been cast.

"Dark Terra Force"

Wargreymon reached forward, and the orb of energy exploded into a burst of fiery red power. Waves of plasma washed over the streets, as his opponent spent his last seconds attempting to push through the immense explosive force of the Dark Terra Force. Steel and stone were melted down, and flesh reduced to mere ashes in the wind. With a thunderous explosion, the battle was brought to an end, the opponent reduced to nothing more than ashes in the wind, his formidable weaponry nothing more than puddles of superheated matter.

The crowd cheered and howled, and Blackwargreymon absentmindedly collected his 'reward money'. Such goods were used to purchase the goods organic lifeforms required to live, but he had no use for such things. Anything he wished to possess he would take through force. No, he fought simply for the joy of fighting, to find an opponent worthy of meeting his blades. And despite his extended stay in this world, he had yet to find more than a handful that had taken any effort to face. And none that had been able to match him in combat. Perhaps it was not possible for these beings to truly challenge him, to face him on equal grounds. But then, there was no limit to his lifespan. His search would continue as long as it needed to, even after most of this world had been turned to dust.

Of course, even in the middle of such contemplation Blackwargreymon was always ready for battle. And as a red form came shooting through the window near him, he reacted instantly. Reaching out with a speed that made him impossible for the human eye to follow, he caught the red blur in a single fist. The creature was the size of a human being, and seemed to be wearing a red spandex outfit. Blackwargreymon had recognized these individuals as 'supers', those humans who did not merely possess superhuman capabilities, but flaunted them at every opportunity to the world with colourful costumes and symbols. Looking around, War also noticed that a secondary blur was had come to a standstill nearby, a being that had mere moments before been moving faster than even he was able to go. It seemed that he had interrupted a battle of sorts. "To what purpose do you humans fight? For it seems to me that you are disturbing the public peace, and form a danger to this town. Such actions are the actions of a fool."

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@Mugin
Umm.... complete control over life and death? That's.... well, the bloody definition of ridiculously OP O_o