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Pokemon Colosseum: The Light Extinguished

I totally want to use Golurk when this starts 'cause flying ghost robots are cool.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Habeen Nocta

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One long, as-disciplined-as-it-could-be march later...

Habeen listened as Hugh explained the situation with the raiders. "I'm getting some bad vibes from this," she commented. Her unwavering smile contrasted with what she said. Habeen glanced over at Kel's battle map. The raiders seemed minimally organized.

Habeen stepped back and turned, finding Jeanne right behind her. Startled, she stepped back.

"Hey, hey, don't freak," Jeanne said to Habeen, passing the folk magician and taking a gander at the map as Kel mentioned the group of enemy thieves. "Hm. I could probably rob those fellows blind," Jeanne declared, "and still escape with nary a scratch."

"Are you that confident in your abilities of theft?" Habeen asked.

"Hey, I got pretty far before the government got me good," Jeanne replied, shrugging. "And I don't think thieves, of all manners of people, would alert the authorities. That said, they might turn their swords upon me, so I may need lance support..."

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Injae Park

@Mr Allen J

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"Hey, no prob," Ratchet said, brushing her good hand in mid-air. She watched as Jen found a napkin, wrote something on it, and pressed it into her hand.

"... I... don't know how long you're sticking around Verthaven - especially after what happened - but here's my number if you want to meet me again." She nodded her head. "We can play games, I can show you around the city... or we can juuuuust - you know - talk."

Ratchet took the napkin and folded it, putting it into her pocket, making a mental note to punch that into her cell phone. She nodded and smiled at Jen. "Thanks. I'll text you once I put the number in."

The cops continued to usher people out the bridge. Ratchet heard Jen's last remarks, before waving to her and crossing the bridge.

"Shoot, do I have enough money to catch a bus?" she muttered, sticking her hand into her denim pouch. Thankfully, she had enough cash to pay the fare and return to her aunt's place. Ratchet walked, her hands behind her, to the bus station, and waited for a bus.

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"Now, listen, young lady," Ratchet's father said, "I don't want you stepping foot on Rosalina Isle until this whole Fiend thing blows over."

"You don't have to worry about me," Ratchet said. "The only Rosalina I'm associating with during this trip'll be the one in my games."

Mr. Park patted Ratchet. "You know that I want to keep you, Winston, and Kate safe, right?"

"Is that even a question?" Ratchet asked. Hell no she ain't going back to that island if there's going to be terrorists running around, shooting people. If there weren't terrorists, that would be a different story. But the fact of the matter is, there are terrorists. And therefore Ratchet's keeping her distance.

Mr. Park turned his head at the door. "Injae, why don't you go to the beach for a little bit?" he suggested. "You can't spend all your time in Verthaven cooped up in your cousin's room."

I wasn't gonna, Ratchet thought to herself, before checking her iPhone. Her father slammed the door shut. As soon as Ratchet had returned home the previous night, she put the number into her contacts Good as her word, she had texted Jennifer (albeit with a simple Hi! ;)). She wondered if Jen had a Facebook account or an Instagram. She would have to find out.

Ratchet had been lying on her cousin's twin-size bed in a clean (shocker!) T-shirt and underwear. She pulled off her T-shirt and brassiere, before digging through her luggage for her one-piece swim suit. "Winston, you better not come in here," she hollered, hearing a thump on the door. Ratchet put on the white one-piece and slipped her T-shirt back on, before tugging on her overalls and packing her phone, wrench, screwdriver, and Nintendo 3DS into her pocket.

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Knightsdale Rows was quite close to the Crystal Shores, though Kate had warned her that some of the locals didn't like trespassers on their property. "Figures, with these high-end rich folks. They probably don't want a machine-girl trodding all over their white sand," Ratchet mused.

"Gommo, can I borrow your moped?" Ratchet asked, walking into the kitchen to get through to the garage. "I'll be extra careful."

"Injae, I know you're never careful," her aunt replied, "yet you still haven't managed to kill yourself in an accident. I suppose it couldn't hurt." She tossed the ignition key to Ratchet.

"Well, it could, but yeah, I haven't died. Yet." Ratchet caught the key and put it in her pocket. She swiped an orange tube of sunblock off the kitchen island.

This type of morbid humor was somewhat commonplace with Ratchet.

"Have fun. Remember to keep your phone on," her aunt called as Ratchet opened the door to the garage.

"Got it, Gommo," Ratchet replied, before shutting the door behind her and pressing the garage door button. "Love ya," she added. With a rumble, the slats of the garage door slowly opened and folded into the ceiling, wobbling a bit, as Ratchet found her aunt's midnight-blue Vespa. Ratchet wheeled the moped out the garage door and eased onto it, before starting it up and turning around, driving down the street and turning the corner. She steered remarkably well for someone with one arm. Thankfully, the accelerator was right-hand oriented, otherwise she would have some trouble moving around.

The beach was relatively close, enough so that Ratchet could find it just via the street signs. It took her a little bit of time, since Ratchet hadn't really driven around alone in Verthaven since her vacation began.

Ratchet's hair blew behind her, pinned in that clamp of hers, as she drove down the streets and turned into the beach's parking lot. She found a space and unfolded the kickstand, pulling out the key and removing her helmet. She smelled the salt of the ocean and heard the cawing of seagulls. A flock had congregated near the sand-dusted entrance to the beach. "MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!" Ratchet crowed, scattering the seagulls. Ha. She always wanted to do that.

She thought about it, and figured that she should've recorded that on video and put it on Instagram. Not for the likes, but for teh lulz.

Ah, well, Ratchet thought, shrugging with a "Mmrenh." She pulled out her iPhone and snapped a photo of the beach, before making a post on Instagram.

Ratchet had worn her sneakers, but no socks. If she was going to get wet--wait, she forgot to bring a towel. "Goddammit," Ratchet muttered. She could dry out in the sun, she supposed.

If it's one thing Ratchet didn't like, it's stuff that got in her shoes. Ratchet swore that Astroturf was a race of evil aliens that inhabit synthetic football fields, preparing to unleash their assault on planet Earth from the soles of the Dinkles of marching bands all over the United States. Sand was no different; if anything, sand was even more annoying given the minuscule size of the granules. I ?!$#@ing hate getting sand in my shoes, Ratchet thought. She wasn't going to let that screw up her beach day. Balancing her iPhone on her false forearm, she double-tapped the home button, swiped her apps over to Messages, and texted Kate. At the beach. Love you! :)

Ratchet put her phone back into her pocket, shutting it off with a click. She would have to get a phone peripheral for her fiberglass arm sometime; one of these days her phone's gonna fall right out and shatter. That would be bad.

Ratchet continued to walk down the beach. The sea breeze blew her shoulder-length ponytail in the opposite direction. Ratchet adjusted the clamp so that it didn't blow right off, and raised her thick arms, letting the breeze flow into her sleeves. The air had a pleasant, salty smell and the waves shone in the sunlight. "Thank goodness that Verthaven isn't all like what happened yesterday," Ratchet said to herself.

Ratchet spotted two other people on the beach, or rather, on the sidewalk. She squinted, and as she walked back towards the sidewalk, she could recognize Jen. Ratchet beamed and broke into a run. "Jennifer!" Ratchet called, her long legs allowing her to cover ground slightly more quickly than an average girl would.

Ratchet caught up to Jennifer and Meifeng. "Hey, what's up?" she asked. She was in a significantly better mood than yesterday's, mostly attributed to the significant lack of cis scum and crazed mutant terrorists in the general vicinity. "Fancy meeting you here, Jen! D'you live around here?" Ratchet asked. She then turned to Meifeng. "Whoops, there's another person here. I'm Ratchet, but not for the reason you might think," Ratchet added, sticking out her right hand for a shake. "You friends with Jen??

Pokemon Colosseum: The Light Extinguished

@Chev Well, if you have questions about Gen 4 and beyond mechanics and Pokémon, I'll be happy to answer them. (Considering a decade has passed since Hoenn...)

Pokemon Colosseum: The Light Extinguished

Interested; will we get 6th-gen Pokémon and Mega Evolutions? Gotta get dat Diggersby, tho?

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

@VitaVitaAR

Lucina

Name: Lucina
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Appearance

Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Fire Emblem
Personality: Lucina is a strong-willed young woman and quite stoic in her personality. She has a drive to change the bad future from which she came for the sake of the entire world; like Atlas and the sky, she carries the burden of the Fell Dragon and the new Ylissean guard on her shoulders. Lucina is determined and stern, yet has a kinder side; she also has a strong sense of justice and believes that it's her job to prevent the disasters of her time from ever happening.

However, as a result of the prolonged trauma she experienced in her timeline, Lucina may revert to a childlike fixation, especially in the company of those who resemble her family. Also as a result of this trauma, she has an extreme aversion to death of any kind, including deaths for a higher or more noble cause. She prefers to prevent death from occurring. In addition, Lucina, behind her outer layer of stoicism, has somewhat-severe emotional damage due to the loss of her father Chrom to one who was very close to him.

Another thing to note: she doesn't get jokes the first time.
Abilities/Weapons: Lucina is a skilled swordswoman, and primarily uses her inherited blade the [Parallel] Falchion, which is well-balanced and suited for her build, explaining why its efficacy is much more acute than Chrom's counterpart. The Falchion has the unique ability to restore Lucina's vitality and slowly heal her wounds.

In addition to her blade, Lucina has the skill Aether, which halves her enemy's defenses and restores her vitality with her sword strike. Like Ike's Aether in Super Smash Bros., Lucina will leap into the air and bring her blade down upon her target.

Lucina's fighting style is similar to the Hero-king Marth's.
Backstory: Princess Lucina is Chrom's adult daughter from a dystopian future in which the fell dragon Grima had successfully awakened and ravaged the continent of Ylisse. Sent by the divine dragon Naga to the past through the Outrealm Gate, Lucina takes on the massive responsibility of altering the course of history for the better of the world, taking on the persona of Marth via a mask that obscured her gender (in part thanks to her androgynous build). Lucina, as Marth, operated hidden from her father Chrom's army, acting upon her knowledge of the future in order to prevent the events that would lead to the rise of Grima from happening.

However, during the attempted assassination on the exalt Emmeryn, Lucina's mask is destroyed and her gender revealed to Chrom. Lucina partners with the Shepherds to drive off the assassination, and believes that the Exalt has been saved. Another attempt on Emmeryn's life, this time as a form of execution by Plegia's Mad King, Gangrel, succeeded(?) and Lucina, in horror, realized that the events of her desperate time were back on course.

During the events of the Valmese conquest, during a trip through the Outrealm Gate, Lucina became separated from the Shepherds due to a temporal/spacial anomaly caused by Grima's attempt to follow her and kill her. Lucina stumbled into the multiverse, unsure of where she was...
Faction: Unaligned for now.

Rasputin

Name: Grigori Rasputin
Age: Undead
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Appearance

Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Anastasia
Personality: Rasputin, since becoming a lich, has remained dead-set on completing the curse he laid upon the Tsar's family for vengeance. He is a wicked man, who shows no remorse for killing off the entire Romanov family except for Anastasia (only because she escaped his grasp).
Abilities/Weapons: Rasputin has many, many green demonic minions from which he can summon from his reliquary--the powers he gained from selling his soul to the Devil. These minions do his work and attack for him; in addition to that, Rasputin has access to powerful black magic as well.

This isn't an ability, per se, but Rasputin, as a rotting lich, does tend to fall apart. The pieces do come back together due to the unholy magic that Rasputin has control over.

So long as his glass reliquary remains intact, Rasputin will remain alive, and able to carry out his revenge.
Backstory: Grigori Rasputin, or the Mad Monk, in an alternate version of early-20th-century Russia, was banished for treason and in anger, sought revenge upon the Romanov family. Selling his soul to the devil, Grigori gains the power to curse the Romanovs and kill every last one with black magic. However, he drowns after chasing the young Anastasia across a frozen river, losing his reliquary to the current, unable to die until he completes the curse.

Thanks to his albino bat minion Bartok, Rasputin, 10 years later, has his reliquary back in his hands and is bent on killing Anastasia and fulfilling the last part of his vengeance upon the Russian royal family. However, upon returning from Limbo, Rasputin found himself in the multiverse. Cursing his fate, howling, he vowed to use any means possible to return to Russia and complete his revenge, once and for all.
Faction: Shadow Eternity

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Dr. Facilier--Castle Tepes

"Well, my spectral friend," Facilier said with a grin, "we aren't exactly, though we are a concerned party, and quite frankly, we do need audience with your master to discuss some rather important matters regarding the safety of the Serpent's Eye."

Dr. Facilier, in the back of his mind, took note of the fact that Shivani had left. Blast that frisky feline, Facilier thought to himself. Now how am I supposed to pay off my debt?

Perhaps he could maybe ease a bit of it off at some point...

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

@Mr Allen J
why not

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Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

@Mr Allen J

SUPER SMASH BROS.: Fallen Heroes

Princess Peach's eyes shot wide open as the skiff produced two laser cannons and fired at the Battlefield's floating islands. With enough fire, the lasers cut clean through a landmass, causing it to explode into chunks. Peach jumped to a coming piece and stumbled, almost losing her balance; however, the skiff continued to fire at the islands, breaking apart the larger landmasses and generally making things more difficult than they should be.

Peach leaped with her parasol open and floated to an approaching gray arch, struggling to keep the skiff in her sights. She landed on the flat gray stone, running straight forward along the arch with the wind blowing in her face. The arch turned in mid-air, making a slope that would throw Peach off the arch if she dawdled for too long.

Lightning flashed, thunder clapped. Peach heard an ominous screech resonate from below...

Wario's bike rumbled and roared as it dodged falling debris from other platforms. Wario jumped and revved his bike, keeping a beady, bloodshot eye on the skiff. "Weh... Mhfmmfgh..." he seethed. "I'm-a take the whole thing down..." Wario sneered to himself. He clenched the Wario Bike's handles in his meaty hands, his knuckles warping and shifting in his gloves. The screech from below startled him, and caused him to flip the Wario bike and grind against the floor. The bike erupted in a burst of flame and threw Wario against the cobblestone. Wario caught a brief glimpse of a dark red shape soaring past him...

The skiff took a hard U-turn, its lasers firing at the ground below Pac-Man and Donkey Kong. As Donkey Kong performed his Spinning Kong, the lasers erupted before him, pulverizing the boulders into smaller chunks. Safe ground existed below, but the path would be significantly longer due to the altitude. Peach turned around in worry, but forgot that the arch was now uneven. She took a step, stumbled, and lost her balance. She cried out in horror as she pitched over the edge of the stone arch.

The laser guns then trained upon the other two characters. Pac-Man would find the ground quickly tearing to shreds underneath him, and because of this, Arata would find it more difficult to keep up with the others.

Another screech.

The laser fire caused Duck Hunt to stop snarling and start whimpering. The poor dog could not cover its floppy ears with its paws. The duck quacked in panic, flailing its wings in the confined cage. Greninja, on the other hand, covered its auditory canals with its webbed hands and wrapped its tongue around its head.