TruthHurts

World of Light

RANK 3
27/30 EXP

Sandswept Sky - BOSS FIGHT

Raz figured that his gambit - peppering the monster with its own creature-y bombs - would do some damage. Explosive doodads + big glowy thing = major hurt. That was Psychonauting 101. Well, 102, maybe.

What he didn't expect was that it would weaken Red Eye so much that the next shot would practically tear it in half. There was a very brief moment when Raz was going to celebrate his quick thinking, only for his fist pump to turn into doubling over at the horrendous gash torn into Red Eye's side. "Oh man," Raz grumbled, hand over his mouth, "maybe it wasn't such a good idea to... eat all that spicy Mexican food before the climb..." There wasn't any time to hurl, however! The victory came at a cost, one that threatened to upend the entire train and literally derail any chance of besting this thing.

Raz was able to steady himself on top of the Railway Gun's railing as the whole thing tilted. Before he could come up with a plan (which was pretty much amounting to a quick lesson on balancing for everyone) the more experienced Tora called for an attack on the newly exposed spine. It did seem like a straightforward idea, but with Red Eye hugged right up against the train like that, wouldn't 'giving it back pain' make it thrash and throw them off for sure?

He couldn't voice this thought fast enough. Midna was quick to follow up on Tora's idea, going all out on the Red Eye's insides, with others no doubt right behind her. Gritting his teeth, Raz reached back, digging around his pack for a certain slice of cured meat. He felt like he needed a second opinion on this.

It took a couple of waves before Ford caught the whiff, and since Raz didn't want to wait around for long he was already clambering onto the main gun when Ford popped out, nearly throwing Raz's balance right off the train. "Hahh, I'm startin' to regret givin' that to ya, I'm real peckish and-- hoo boy! That's a biggun. Who's brain cooked up somethin' like that?"

"Not in a brain right now, Ford!" Raz shouted over the wind, making his way up the gun's barrel, at such an angle that it was more like climbing a rope. "Real thing, real danger! Could use some experienced wisdom here! Big thing, train, about to get thrown off the rails..."

"Oh, ohhh nelly, that is a real pickle." Ford looked Red Eye up and down, as best one could when they were a head sticking out of another head. "And not a pretty one at that. I don't got much in the way of any monster fightin', but if this thing's got a spine, then it's bound to have a brain."

"You want me to go into it's mind?!"

"I'm not finished yet, boy! No time for a biology lesson, so the gist of it's gonna be that you might be able to get a good dig into that there spine and make it jerk around, like the reverse of poking at a person's gray matter. Obviously this thing doesn't got the same structure as you or me, this is just an estimation--"

"I'll take anything Ford!" By now Raz was far enough up the barrel to be able to jump right down into the monster's wound, nothing that he was looking forward to.

"Get at it between the fourth and fifth vertebrae from the back there! Should see it flopping away from that train of yours like a fish chasin' water. And hold yer breath!" Ford began to shrink back into Raz's noggin. "Though maybe you upchucking into that thing will help ya more in the long run."

With that shaky plan made, Raz swallowed down a lump in his throat, and shifted his goggles over his eyes. "This is gonna suck..." And then he dropped from his perch. There was a brief moment in the air where the loss of momentum threatened to have the whole battle speed right past him, but Raz's aim was good enough to see him land into Red Eye's gaping wound. He bounced, slid, and skidded along it, kicking up a lot of blood, though he managed to grab hold of some flayed skin to keep him in place.

"Urrgh. Yup. I hate this." Things were slippery and he was already woozy from the abject grossness of this, so he had to shuffle on his feet to get further along the spine. In hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have went ahead and did this, but that was probably just the smell of burnt flesh getting to him! It was a few harrowing seconds for Raz to get where he needed to be, right beside the spot Ford pointed out. With how big Red Eye was, its spine was more than twice the size of Raz, though that might be a blessing in disguise - his tiny size meant he could jab into the disks easier, right?

Raz squared his knees to hold his balance. "Alright, big guy, I... really hope this works!" He drew his hand back, psychically summoning his TK hand, fingers out and poised to jab, and with a solid thrust drove it right into Red Eye's spinal cord!

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Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location: Paradox Engine's Control Center -> Testing Room
Mentions: @XoXKieroBombXoX & @Dead Cruiser
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Realizing that this wasn't a stress-induced fantasy or a death-induced dying dream, Giovanni quickly flung off his makeshift ghillie suit and rubbed the dirt off of his face.

"Alright, Giovanni," he said to himself, hunkered down in a private monologue, "you've read and wrote enough fanfiction to know what's going on here. Strange place you end up in with TV screens everywhere, an unconventional assortment of strangers of varying size and number of limbs, general queasiness... I either got abducted by aliens, kidnapped by a comic convention again, ooor it's just like one of my isekai animes!" Having successfully deduced his predicament in a relatively quiet voice, Giovanni turned on his heel to address the room, giving his a cap a little swish as he did. "Of course! A new life in a new world! It's the perfect backstory! And- ahah! A "testing" room? Yes, I will be tested to prove that I deserve a place here!"

Ignoring most everyone and everything else happening - they were all losers anyways - Giovanni dashed straight for the testing room right on the heels of Asta and Terra.

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Location: Simulated Universe 1 - Open Field

Shadow Moth held back, allowing his allies to deal with the metallic menace themselves. His brashness had caused more than enough trouble already, and he wasn't eager to repeat that mistake. It was clear to him that his usual confidence wouldn't be as effective in this new, strange place than it would in Paris. If these robots were anything to go by then his foes were much too aggressive and adapting to take head on, not on his own. As bad a prospect entrusting this lot was, Gabriel didn't have much choice. For now, at least.

With the taken-over Techadon firmly pinned beneath its much larger counterpart, caught in the crossfire (and, the literal fire), Shadow Moth raised his hand, fingers primed to snap. Static Cling, still beneath it all, faded away in the same roiling clouds it appeared from and, with that solid snap, the feathery blue Amok popped from his cane. The color faded quickly, soon enough turning back into an ordinary feather which he folded back into his handfan.

Using these powers for defending himself... a prospect he hadn't truly considered until now. His tactics would need to change.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

"Not-Dead Ed"

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"You know that, uh, people died a lot even before Capes, yeah? You can't get complacent because of... all that."

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Name: Edwin Charles

Alias: Schrödinger

Nicknames: Ed. What, they can't all be creative or witty.

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality: Even before his Trigger Event, Edwin's always had a bit of... death anxiety. Thanatophobia. A series of close calls as a young child imprinted on his mind, etching memories that, while he can't necessarily recall, shaped the kid he is today. He's always jumpy, nervous, difficult to keep still. Think less 'tweeker needing a fix', more 'feeling eyes on his back'. He has a lot of frantic energy coursing through him in any situation save for the absolute safest, giving him a very narrow focus, a one-track mind that he does his very best not to derail. Now multiply that by about 9 post-Trigger Event, and that's a lot of his deal nowadays.

Upsides? Well, there's very few; Edwin's anxieties make him pretty rough around the edges, leaving him terse and bratty and generally bad with people. His singlemindedness makes him very effective at doing what needs doing, pragmatic in his approach, seeing as he's always on the edge of Fight or Flight. Due to a need to be heard (stemming from the idea that his anxieties have to be taken seriously) he can also be quite direct with people - blunt, honest, and not taking any bullshit... not to say that he's always able to get the words out. It's also sparked a surprising creative streak in him. If Edwin wasn't a Cape, he could make a nice living as an artist.

Appearance: Edwin is tall. Very tall. Not, like, being-tall-is-his-power tall, but tall for a normal person. A clean 6'7" in height, in fact. He's not very picky with his wardrobe, though there is a consistent theme of baggy clothing, layers, long sleeves and long pants - things that make him bulkier, that he could "turtle" inside of, in a manner of speaking. He also always wears glasses, since he's so near-sighted as to be practically blind and refuses contact lenses.

As a Cape, he gets a little flashier. A deep gray cowl and a match open-front skirt, mimicking the Grim Reaper's iconic cloak, overtop some standard protective gear - thick vest, pads on the joints, steel-toe boots, etc. His wireframe glasses are replaced with a pair of prescription safety goggles wrapped around his head. The most striking element is a bright red jacket combat jacket worn over it all, the pockets and holsters holding various self-defense gear (collapsing batons, hand taser, maybe a pepper spray or two), made to turn him into a tempting target. It wasn't his idea.

Biography: For the most part Edwin's life had been pretty normal. His mother left his father early in his life, so he doesn't really know much about her. His dad raised him as well as he could by himself, but a few times he grew neglectful, leading to a very young Edwin to end up in dangerous situations more than once. Physically he came out of them okay, but the collective near-death experiences traumatized the poor kid - the memories were repressed, barely even registering in his mind, but the feelings stuck with him for the rest of his life.

This wasn't his Trigger Event, though. Beyond those awful moments Edwin existed as anyone would, though the budding signs of his thanatophobia cropped up around kindergarten, when the very thought of sharpening pencils, reaching for books on high shelves, or sitting under a faulty light made him almost too fearful to pay attention. Things were... tough for him from then on. Every step forward in overcoming the fear was accompanied by him aging and growing more aware of everything that could be what does him in. Edwin became marked as 'the weird kid' in his schools, too anxious to hold friendships for long, and for a while he was ostracized. Come Freshman Year of Highschool, however, he met someone who understood him. Not fully, but enough. They became highschool sweethearts, and the relationship had a very positive effect on him. Nearing senior year, Edwin had most of the fears under control.

Then he got his powers.

When the school year was to start, Edwin was in the hospital - nothing major, just a broken leg and a mile-long stare. By the time he healed up, he was being investigated for manslaughter. When that charge cleared, another one cropped up. And another. And one more. The last year of his school life became an unfortunate series of terrible tragedies that left him under harsh scrutiny, as the nature of his powers were juuust esoteric enough to not be understood by civilians or noticed by Capes. After a while of having these powers (and after a handful of house arrests), Edwin grew... as close to comfortable as he could be with it all. He trained a little on his own, cultivating a very slight modicum of control, as well as picking up more mundane self-defense techniques, and spent most of his free time writing, drawing, painting, just making things from the confines of his home. Right before he turned 18, someone finally connected the dots, and he was picked up by the PRT. For his own sake, and for the people around him.

Edwin was almost too old to join the new Wards division, but between his tumultuous mental state and low grasp on his powers, it was deemed necessary.

Powers:
(Designation: Mover 5 / 1, Trump ?, Thinker 2)
Edwin has an eclectic set of powers that, despite being unrefined and unable to be controlled directly, make him a very disruptive element.
• Protective Spatial Displacement: Edwin's most notable power is the ability to avoid harm by swapping places with another person. Of course, that's just the easy way to say it. A completely passive power, it triggers at the precise moment when some form of injury would otherwise come to him, switching his position with that of the closest person to him that is clear of whatever danger there is (ie, if someone were to shoot him point-blank he'd swap with them, but if he was caught in a burning building with another person, the swap would be with someone outside, safe from the fire). The swap isn't just of placement, but also their position in space (ie, if someone shoots him while his hands are raised, the swap would have Edwin holding the gun and their hands being raised the same way). The power only triggers if significant harm will come to Edwin - it wouldn't save him from being flicked with a rubberband, but will save him from anything between a solid punch to complete body annihilation.

There are three main flaws with this power: the first, obviously, being that Edwin has no say in who he ends up swapping with, it's always the nearest, safest human being. The second is that it does not trigger entirely consecutively. A full three seconds is needed before it will trigger again - not a long time, but enough for someone to get the drop on him. The third is that it only works on things that he's aware of happening. Things that fall outside of his awareness (even something like hearing a gun click or tasting a bit of poison) won't trigger it.
• Minor Teleportation: After a concentrated effort put into training, Edwin has managed to grow a very, very slight handling on this power, allowing him to manually teleport a short distance (roughly less than five feet from his starting location). There is still a 'cooldown' of three seconds before he can do it again, but interestingly this isn't tied to the main power, meaning he can teleport and, in the same moment, be displaced from harm.
• Power Eclipsing: The full ramifications of this facet have yet to be explored, but one final quirk of Edwin's Spatial Displacement is the capability of overriding a Cape's own powers. For the brief window of time when Edwin is truly vulnerable - the three seconds after a swap - Edwin essentially usurps control of the powers of the person he swapped with, as if they're still 'catching up' to their owner's new position in space. However, this only happens if the reason for the swap was due to a usage of powers to begin with. If a Cape were to get at him with mundane means, then this element won't occur.
• Heightened Senses & Instinct: Alongside all that poofing and goofing, Edwin also gained supernaturally enhanced sense - taste, touch, smell, and hearing, but not sight. As well, a kind've 'sixth sense' has been enhanced, most likely the primal instinct that alerts people to danger (in layman's term, a Spidey-Sense). This combines to give Edwin a greater awareness of things around him, possible threats, and an extra heap load of anxiety. But, that one isn't part of the package.

Skills: Having already feared death, dying, and injury for most of his life, Edwin has learned a good amount of ways in keeping himself safe, from the use of common self-defense weapons to a hodgepodge of martial arts, namely for disarming and disorienting people. He also has a very artistic side to him, a skill he's cultivated regardless of what's been happening in his life. Painting, design, writing, he's dabbled in it all.

Other: Iiiii would like to flyyyyyyy

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

"Not-Dead Ed"

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"You know that, uh, people died a lot even before Capes, yeah? You can't get complacent because of... all that."

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Name: Edwin Charles

Alias: Schrödinger

Nicknames: Ed. What, they can't all be creative or witty.

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality: Even before his Trigger Event, Edwin's always had a bit of... death anxiety. Thanatophobia. A series of close calls as a young child imprinted on his mind, etching memories that, while he can't necessarily recall, shaped the kid he is today. He's always jumpy, nervous, difficult to keep still. Think less 'tweeker needing a fix', more 'feeling eyes on his back'. He has a lot of frantic energy coursing through him in any situation save for the absolute safest, giving him a very narrow focus, a one-track mind that he does his very best not to derail. Now multiply that by about 9 post-Trigger Event, and that's a lot of his deal nowadays.

Upsides? Well, there's very few; Edwin's anxieties make him pretty rough around the edges, leaving him terse and bratty and generally bad with people. His singlemindedness makes him very effective at doing what needs doing, pragmatic in his approach, seeing as he's always on the edge of Fight or Flight. Due to a need to be heard (stemming from the idea that his anxieties have to be taken seriously) he can also be quite direct with people - blunt, honest, and not taking any bullshit... not to say that he's always able to get the words out. It's also sparked a surprising creative streak in him. If Edwin wasn't a Cape, he could make a nice living as an artist.

Appearance: Edwin is tall. Very tall. Not, like, being-tall-is-his-power tall, but tall for a normal person. A clean 6'7" in height, in fact. He's not very picky with his wardrobe, though there is a consistent theme of baggy clothing, layers, long sleeves and long pants - things that make him bulkier, that he could "turtle" inside of, in a manner of speaking. He also always wears glasses, since he's so near-sighted as to be practically blind and refuses contact lenses.

As a Cape, he gets a little flashier. A deep gray cowl and a match open-front skirt, mimicking the Grim Reaper's iconic cloak, overtop some standard protective gear - thick vest, pads on the joints, steel-toe boots, etc. His wireframe glasses are replaced with a pair of prescription safety goggles wrapped around his head. The most striking element is a bright red jacket combat jacket worn over it all, the pockets and holsters holding various self-defense gear (collapsing batons, hand taser, maybe a pepper spray or two), made to turn him into a tempting target. It wasn't his idea.

Biography: For the most part Edwin's life had been pretty normal. His mother left his father early in his life, so he doesn't really know much about her. His dad raised him as well as he could by himself, but a few times he grew neglectful, leading to a very young Edwin to end up in dangerous situations more than once. Physically he came out of them okay, but the collective near-death experiences traumatized the poor kid - the memories were repressed, barely even registering in his mind, but the feelings stuck with him for the rest of his life.

This wasn't his Trigger Event, though. Beyond those awful moments Edwin existed as anyone would, though the budding signs of his thanatophobia cropped up around kindergarten, when the very thought of sharpening pencils, reaching for books on high shelves, or sitting under a faulty light made him almost too fearful to pay attention. Things were... tough for him from then on. Every step forward in overcoming the fear was accompanied by him aging and growing more aware of everything that could be what does him in. Edwin became marked as 'the weird kid' in his schools, too anxious to hold friendships for long, and for a while he was ostracized. Come Freshman Year of Highschool, however, he met someone who understood him. Not fully, but enough. They became highschool sweethearts, and the relationship had a very positive effect on him. Nearing senior year, Edwin had most of the fears under control.

Then he got his powers.

When the school year was to start, Edwin was in the hospital - nothing major, just a broken leg and a mile-long stare. By the time he healed up, he was being investigated for manslaughter. When that charge cleared, another one cropped up. And another. And one more. The last year of his school life became an unfortunate series of terrible tragedies that left him under harsh scrutiny, as the nature of his powers were juuust esoteric enough to not be understood by civilians or noticed by Capes. After a while of having these powers (and after a handful of house arrests), Edwin grew... as close to comfortable as he could be with it all. He trained a little on his own, cultivating a very slight modicum of control, as well as picking up more mundane self-defense techniques, and spent most of his free time writing, drawing, painting, just making things from the confines of his home. Right before he turned 18, someone finally connected the dots, and he was picked up by the PRT. For his own sake, and for the people around him.

Edwin was almost too old to join the new Wards division, but between his tumultuous mental state and low grasp on his powers, it was deemed necessary.

Powers:
(Designation: Mover 5 / 1, Trump ?, Thinker 2)
Edwin has an eclectic set of powers that, despite being unrefined and unable to be controlled directly, make him a very disruptive element.
• Protective Spatial Displacement: Edwin's most notable power is the ability to avoid harm by swapping places with another person. Of course, that's just the easy way to say it. A completely passive power, it triggers at the precise moment when some form of injury would otherwise come to him, switching his position with that of the closest person to him that is clear of whatever danger there is (ie, if someone were to shoot him point-blank he'd swap with them, but if he was caught in a burning building with another person, the swap would be with someone outside, safe from the fire). The swap isn't just of placement, but also their position in space (ie, if someone shoots him while his hands are raised, the swap would have Edwin holding the gun and their hands being raised the same way). The power only triggers if significant harm will come to Edwin - it wouldn't save him from being flicked with a rubberband, but will save him from anything between a solid punch to complete body annihilation.

There are three main flaws with this power: the first, obviously, being that Edwin has no say in who he ends up swapping with, it's always the nearest, safest human being. The second is that it does not trigger entirely consecutively. A full three seconds is needed before it will trigger again - not a long time, but enough for someone to get the drop on him. The third is that it only works on things that he's aware of happening. Things that fall outside of his awareness (even something like hearing a gun click or tasting a bit of poison) won't trigger it.
• Minor Teleportation: After a concentrated effort put into training, Edwin has managed to grow a very, very slight handling on this power, allowing him to manually teleport a short distance (roughly less than five feet from his starting location). There is still a 'cooldown' of three seconds before he can do it again, but interestingly this isn't tied to the main power, meaning he can teleport and, in the same moment, be displaced from harm.
• Power Eclipsing: The full ramifications of this facet have yet to be explored, but one final quirk of Edwin's Spatial Displacement is the capability of overriding a Cape's own powers. For the brief window of time when Edwin is truly vulnerable - the three seconds after a swap - Edwin essentially usurps control of the powers of the person he swapped with, as if they're still 'catching up' to their owner's new position in space. However, this only happens if the reason for the swap was due to a usage of powers to begin with. If a Cape were to get at him with mundane means, then this element won't occur.
• Heightened Senses & Instinct: Alongside all that poofing and goofing, Edwin also gained supernaturally enhanced sense - taste, touch, smell, and hearing, but not sight. As well, a kind've 'sixth sense' has been enhanced, most likely the primal instinct that alerts people to danger (in layman's term, a Spidey-Sense). This combines to give Edwin a greater awareness of things around him, possible threats, and an extra heap load of anxiety. But, that one isn't part of the package.

Skills: Having already feared death, dying, and injury for most of his life, Edwin has learned a good amount of ways in keeping himself safe, from the use of common self-defense weapons to a hodgepodge of martial arts, namely for disarming and disorienting people. He also has a very artistic side to him, a skill he's cultivated regardless of what's been happening in his life. Painting, design, writing, he's dabbled in it all.

Other: Iiiii would like to flyyyyyyy

I decided to go a direction of, a sorta 'guy at the front who does not want to be there' angle, which I think could be interesting. Not sure if the "Trump" aspect is viable, but! Suppose that's for you to decide :p

World of Light

RANK 3
25/30 EXP

Sandswept Sky - BOSS FIGHT

Despite how impossible this battle seemed at a glance and the fact that it only barely began, Raz thought they were doing pretty fine so far! Though... no, no not really. For all the efforts in keeping the swarm at bay, a few flying stingrays cut through the line of defense and bombarded the train. And when the Railway Gun finally fired a round, it looked impressive... and only barely affected the huge monster. It seemed to make it mad more than anything!

Raz had a couple other things to worry about first, though. Aiming the Railway Gun sent the little platform he was on careening sideways. He was able to stay balanced of course, but the tall, seemingly blindfolded archer, Ciella, didn't. "I gotcha!" He shouted, swooping his TK to catch her by the wrist before she tumbled right off the train. With a yank he lifted her back onto her feet. Now that the charging station was facing away from the swarm, meaning they couldn't very well keep going at it, Raz took the time to offer some advice.

"You know, your center of gravity seems to be a bit... uh, high," he noted. "When you're on something precarious like, for example, a spinning platform atop a moving train, it'd help you keep steady if you lowered it. If you crouched down or something." Anything further would have to come later, as Red Eye changed tactics, and sent a whole bunch of weird, bulb-y creatures all over the train!

Raz was prepared to start firing again, but when the first Bolsephia exploded, he had a better idea. "Oh, this thing really made a mistake now," he chuckled. "It just gave us more ammo! Cover the button for me!" Raz clambered backwards, boosting off the charging station onto one of the railings, and reached his TK hand towards the nearest creature. It rose from the ground with ease, struggling in vain in Raz's psychic grasp.

"Hey guys!" Raz cupped his hands over his mouth and hollered towards Skull, Panther, and the rest of the turret gunners. "Batter... uh, fire in the... shoot this thing!" With a big psi-push Raz threw the snatched Bolsephia right back at Red Eye - specifically at one of those big bulbous spots that were obviously an important weakpoint. Hopefully his teammates got the meaning, cuz he just kept chucking them! Plucking the ones closest to Ciella and the charging station, as well as any that decided to move towards him, throwing them one by one at the many bulges for the gunners to shoot.

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Word Count: 431
Boosted EXP Gain: +2

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Probably should ask uh, how much Worm knowledge is needed to play, exactly? :p

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Well ain't this a coi-inky-dink here.

Just since I've been mulling over my own teens-with-powers setting I might have a few pulls to make. Primary idea: kid who unintentionally swaps places with another person if they're about to get real hurt.

It might uh, sound more interesting in a full sheet, but just testing the waters :v

World of Light

RANK 3
23/30 EXP

Sandswept Sky - BOSS FIGHT

Raz's blasts didn't seem to even register on the huge monster, the reason why becoming pretty clear to him: it's huge. A startling revelation to be sure. He still argued when Sectonia decided to cut their losses, scooping him up from the ground to head towards the train.

"But what about the--" Raz, dangling in Sectonia's grip, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to the spectators, "Hey! Get to safety! Find a basement or somewhere to hide, this thing is dangerous!" It might not have needed saying but he couldn't just leave it be. It wouldn't have felt right to leave the civilians to fend for themselves. Turns out that it wasn't that much of an issue, though; whether it was because of their tag-team effort in distracting it, some force of Galeem compelling it towards the Seekers, or simply an animalistic mind chasing the fastest thing, Red Eye went after the train as soon as it collected itself. Raz was going to take credit because it was obviously thanks to him and Sectonia.

Definitely.

The two landed on the train just in time to catch the Railway Gun's explanation. And, as it happened, right when Raiden had climbed aboard too. Raz wasn't there for more than a minute before the sword-wielding cyborg (side note, this world was kind of awesome) addressed him. "I can take care of myself!" Raz shot back. ""This isn't the first giant destructive monster I've had to deal with!"

A part of Raz wasn't sure about putting all their eggs in the same basket, with everyone focused on operating the gun with no apparent backup plan if it wasn't effective or broke or whatever else could happen. He didn't voice the concern, partly because he didn't have a better plan of his own, but mostly because the giant death-mouth was right on their tail by that point. "I got the charge station!" Raz shouted, hurrying to his button.

As he primed himself to mash, Red Eye decided the stakes weren't high enough and... for lack of a better word, 'burped' up a whole swarm of those kite-like creatures that came from the mountain bell. "Two can play at that game!" Raz turned from his button, manifesting his TK hand to mash in his place, and rushed forward. Adopting his psychic stance Raz peppered the swarming trilobites with psi-blasts, aiming specifically for the ones that were closing in on the gun's platform and threatening the other onboard.

"I mean! I'm not really! Playing the same game here! But, I think you get it!"

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Word Count: 432
Boosted EXP Gain: +2

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location: Paradox Engine's Control Center
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While everyone else had gotten used to oddball characters popping into existence around them, Giovanni was notable because of how utterly pathetic his entrance was.

He appeared hunched over the ground in a fetal position with his eyes screwed shut. Over his bright yellow uniform were twigs, bits of grass, chunks of moss, all sorts of forest-y gunk. A crude stick-skirt held together by flower stems hung at his waist, his face was speckled with mud, and he was holding a whole chunk of bush over his head.

"Is it gone?" He said in a hushed, hurried tone. "It was a car, right?... Car Crash? Fred? Ah, ahh! A snatch job!" Thoroughly convinced of an attack against him, the shrubified man sprung to his feet, whooping and yelling while brandishing a wooden baseball bat with a kitchen knife taped to it. "You won't take ME so easy, you--!"

Giovanni's bloodlust faded away pretty quickly once he saw his actual circumstances. Instead of cops, Banzai Blasters, or bounty hunters, he was surrounded by a bunch of kids, an old man, and a guy with some killer fashion sense. Granted, that didn't mean they weren't there to beat him up, but it was enough to stop him from whacking anyone.

"...this isn't the forest," he expertly surmised. "Whah, where the heck am I? Who're all of you? What did you do with Fred?!"

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Location: Simulated Universe 1 - Open Field

Shadow Moth took a moment to dust himself off before proceeding. Even with his focus this machine managed to land a decent blow. If there were any doubts left that he was dealing with anything he was used to, they were rectified. Still, he couldn't help but act smug towards the Techadon's capture. He strode closer, his sentimonster keeping it in place, and gripped his sword still lodged in its arm. "Consider this an even trade." Shadow Moth yanked his sword free in a single move and slid it back into its cane.

Before he could decide on what to do with the thing, the second missile came down upon them. Shadow Moth braced himself this time, though it didn't help against this bigger, stronger variant. He flew backwards, skidding further along the ground than last time, and his taken-over Techadon fared much worse, landing right on its back beside him. Luckily, Static Cling was made to take a beating. Luckier still, behind beneath the Techadon it jockeyed protected it against the volley of laser fire from their new foe. Shadow Moth had a tougher time, putting his full concentration in avoiding the attack.

"Static Cling!" Shadow Moth called for his sentimonster, spurring it to action. Even though the thing it was attached to looked worse for wear, Static Cling was still able to control its limbs, perhaps even easier now that part of its processors had been shelled. It rose and charged the larger Techadon, closing the distance as fast as its mechanical legs could, preparing a beat-down on it... with any luck, testing the waters in what else it was capable of with a dispensable puppet.

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

And here's my app for a hero character and get in on that goody two-shoes action.

Soup Person

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"I think I've had just about enough of you, guy! You made my minion cry! NOBODY makes my minions cry except ME!"

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Name: Giovanni Potage

Nicknames/Titles: Boss, Gio, Vonni, Creampuff, VINCENT MURDER

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Evil! Villainry! Certified Bad Guy™! (totally a Hero)

Personality: Giovanni is a totally rad, super cool, and this-is-all-definitely-true bad dude. He has his eyes set on being Villain Numero One-o and no amount of naysayers calling him "ineffectual" or "a hazard to himself more than anyone else" can stop this awesome quest! That's what it's all about anyways: being awesome. Giovanni is a tad obsessed with coming across as a cool, edgy crime-doer, even if his methods are as skewed as his view on what "crime" is. All his bluster is a smokescreen for his genuinely kind, caring nature - a softboy as some circles might say - seeing his pursuit more as a means to a radical end instead of a path to true villainy. Though Giovanni's intense fondness for his friends minions, his "Boys", means that he can never truly ascend to the echelons of evil in any organized criminal hierarchy. So he'll just have to become one on his own!

Biography: Giovanni began his quest for supreme evil at the bottom rung of the Banzai Blasters, an actual literal crime syndicate operating out of Sweet Jazz City. But the real crime they commit is their blatantly corrupt pyramid scheme, hey-oooh! In spite of literally all evidence of the contrary, Giovanni saw the Banzai Blasters as his ticket to coolness, and worked his butt off to eke up the aforementioned pyramid until he became worthy of using his actual name and having his own crew of minions to boss around. No bad guy is without his Boys, after all! A chance encounter with a young girl during a daring, poorly planned museum heist, a series of amusing mishaps surrounding a mysterious amulet, and an extreme cockup in the selling of said amulet soon led to Giovanni's disillusionment of the Banzai Blasters, and also a life on the run from the cops. Now he's on his own, looking to make a name for himself without the help of any crummy higher-ups... and also so he won't get arrested.

Powers: Giovanni comes from a universe where a large majority of its population is born with an Epithet - a single word attached to their very soul that gives them amazing* powers related to it. Giovanni's Epithet is Soup. It allows him to create, control, and manipulate soup.

Not all Epithets are created equal.

While his Epithet isn't as cool as he would like, Giovanni's creativity has him use it in a bunch of different, useful ways.
• Lav-acid Ball: Giovanni summons a sphere of soup scalding, boiling lava/acid which he can launch at... stuff! He can also create a 'Lava' Grenade, a larger variant that bursts in a wider area and, like, does more damage, y'know.
• Demon Energy Aura: Along with soup itself, Giovanni can manifest a soupy steam around himself. This steam can be controlled the same as soup, and can be used to dissipate particles in the air or protect against other environmental effects.
• *teleports behind u*: Giovanni can use quick bursts of steam to jet himself around, at speeds that make it seem almost like he's teleporting. He can also gather a larger burst of steam to clear large distances at a much slower pace.
• Fog of Lost Souls: Giovanni covers a large area in thick soupy fog, obscuring vision and ambiently healing whoever stands within it.
• Ancient Potion: A little canteen filled with a special kind of soup that Giovanni, uh... secretes... granting a larger bit of healing than his Fog, though with time needed to replenish.
• ULTIMATE ATTACK: This move is not for the faint of heart. It's a skill that Giovanni only whips out in the greatest of crises, one his opponents can never see coming or properly defend against. The name of this attack, only said in whispers on the wind: Soup... that is TOO HOT! He can make soup very, very hot without needing to see it.

Skills:
• Baseball Boy: Giovanni has amazing skill using a baseball bat, and he's got the trophies to prove it! It's something he's actually pretty proud of, and claims he can't be beaten.
• Critical 13: 13, Giovanni's lucky number. So lucky in fact that every 13th hit Giovanni makes becomes 'critical', being very powerful and all that a critical entails. It can be saved up by whacking stuff or harmless bops beforehand, too.
• Knitting: Don't tell anybody, but Giovanni has a secret love of knitting. He carries around some yarn and knitting needles - he can knit just about anything on the fly, from costume repair to sick insignias or signs for secret bases.

Other: When it comes to Epithets, there's a couple of things to know. Using his Epithet drains him of his energy, meaning the more frequently he utilizes his Soup powers, the weaker he's going to be, both in terms of stamina and health, though the low overall power of his Epithet means that he can do more than most before it starts affecting him. On top of that, Giovanni can learn/come up with new uses for his Epithet, not limited to his current arsenal so long as he gets more skilled at using it.