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Name: The Vibratory State.
Age: There was once a shadow that passed through the cosmos. The Vibratory State is older even than this first shadow.
Origin: Neil Geiman theorized it; Stephen Hawking calculated it; They were all at the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
Appearance Details: An unseen, felt, presence. It is a thrum through your bones, a distortion of the natural world. It is that which bends and modulates. There is only its height--various--which goes from its lowest valley to its highest peak. It is everything, but it is invisible and without form.

History: Long lhong ago, before the fickle thing we call That Which Is In The Space Of Our Knowing--or TWIITSOOK for short--even existed with any cohesion, there was The Vibratory State. It is the primordial essence before all others. It has pervaded our world since time immemorial and will be present even after everything is gone.

Abilities: It is the vibration. It is sound. It is that which brings forth from the Without, creating substance from patterns.

Belongings: Nothing belongs to it nor does anything fall outside the purview of its ownership. In a way we are all but pets and lampposts to it.

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Spooky Wineglass

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Name: Spooky Wineglass.
Age: Spooky Wineglass.
Origin: The Great Beyond.
Appearance Details: It's a wineglass, that is spooky. Roughly 8 inches tall, with a more than ideal waistline and the perfect neck.
History: It is said that the Wineglass was wrought from the table of the Dark One. Ever has it been since, unable to return from whenst it came, it has instead taken to exerting its eldritch presence upon the world. Still, it has been so long since its arrival in our world that no one is truly sure of its origins aside from that it is not of this world or the realms that encircle it.

Perhaps one day a great magi will finally find cause--and the means--to banish it so that it may never terrorize our world again.

Abilities: While the full extent of its vast eldritch power is unknown, it does have an inexplicable way of turning up where you least expect and least desire it to be. It can never truly be drained and any liquid which enters it is turned into an unspeakably dark vintage of which the affects are unknown. It has been eons since any have dared to partake of its forbidden fluid.

Belongings: No, tis it which is the belonging to someone else.

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The Tower, a great edifice in the Central Pole where the land ends, and the ice reigns above and suburban. They say that once, long ago, Yule itself wrested the Tower from the Earth, and from it spread the great Calamity. Which, to be honest, the records say was not too great for everyone involved.

It's really all hearsay and heresy, you know how these things go.

"Yagen," the traveler said, in response, making me wonder how he could hear me, Eddy, your narrator...and also a small swirl in water...depending on your perspective. Yes, that's right, I am a small ephemeral phenomena that occurs only in liquids...at least in your Plane of being. Who knows how physics--or if physics rather--is even here. You know?

Do you know?

Because I don't.

This is all very confusing.

"It is said in legend, that there was that which was the most yagen that ever yagen. You could say, perhaps, that his was the yagenest of Yagen. The scholars are not quite sure from whensts and whilst the Yagen yagen'd. Or anything, or nothing. Who knows? We know only what we do not know, and we only know...that we know nothing. Which is to say that we know everything that is not nothing. True story."

Then the scholarly Beyoning Fidlsticks found himself promptly rent from our world. He should have paid the lease, but oh well, here we are.

Anywho, what was I saying?

Doesn't matter. Have fun.

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From there the wind swept across the plane of ice, scouring it of dust and snow, which eddied in the air raucously, but without warmth. You find yourself here, near the foot of the Tower. You have all come for different reasons...and you will all die depart in time.

So have at it, while you still can.

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Primer

Deep North, Where the Everblight reigns, something else stirs. Is it the dark One of legend, is it the Prime Simulacrum, or perhaps...perhaps it is that which is fabled.

Perhaps it is the Unrisen, the Ascended Being, the Creator and the Destroyer of all. Perhaps...it is Yule.

It which could never be removed.

Whatever it is, I welcome you, traveler, to the Crossroads, where worlds collide and sense has long since fled to the winds.

Prepare thyself.

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Seconder

This is a roleplay in which the ludicrous is central. It's a place for humor, and fun, and epic tales. The nonsensical calls this place its home and if you remember that, you will do well. Furthermore, if you recall that memes make the dream machine dream--and that this place is the dream machine, well you'll know that they too belong.

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Primer

Deep North, Where the Everblight reigns, something else stirs. Is it the dark One of legend, is it the Prime Simulacrum, or perhaps...perhaps it is that which is fabled.

Perhaps it is the Unrisen, the Ascended Being, the Creator and the Destroyer of all. Perhaps...it is Yule.

It which could never be removed.

Whatever it is, I welcome you, traveler, to the Crossroads, where worlds collide and sense has long since fled to the winds.

Prepare thyself.

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Seconder

This is a roleplay in which the ludicrous is central. It's a place for humor, and fun, and epic tales. The nonsensical calls this place its home and if you remember that, you will do well. Furthermore, if you recall that memes make the dream machine dream--and that this place is the dream machine, well you'll know that they too belong.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

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Mouth briefly agape as numerous members of his fanbase simply...vanished, Chatterbox was left reeling...that was until Whimsy pulled him into motionn. For a moment he followed, unthinking, and then his mind connected the events that had transpired and his focus narrowed. An angry snarl left his lips, a similarly unpleasant expression overtaking his features as he shot off rapidfire tap-commands and small vocal cues into comms with his thralls. He shifted the organization and had them focus on rescue, first-aid, and evacuation. They were to secure the place, with only a few of his empowered remaining in his concourse so he could use them when his power would have real impact.

Speaking of impact, he steered Whimsy, taking the lead, and guiding her in Alloy's direction even as he spoke through comms, loud enough only for them to hear. "Whimsy, we need to touch Alloy and see if her power can take out the rest of the bastard's machinery. It's one of our few chances to deal with him. Thunderbolt, get a bit of distance between you and the Doctor. I don't want any collateral, especially on our end." There was a vicious edge to his words, like he really, truly wanted the man to not just be defeated...but to suffer.

No one took his fans from him, his adoring, endearing followers were innocent and while he would put them in harms way, his intention was never for their lives to end. They weren't useful that way and they could not be with him that way. What the doctor had done was disgusting, beyond even what he would be willing to do for power or amusement or recognition. For that, he would pay. When they captured the bastard and the Broker took his powers, he would brainwash the disgusting freak, find out his weaknesses, that which he cared for most...and then he would give the man awareness of his own actions...so that the 'Good Doctor' could destroy all that he cared about without any control over his own actions.

At the thought of the misery the insect of a man would experience, a cruel smile touched his lips. That was how this had to end. The Doctor had made this personal...so he'd have to respond in kind.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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The other wards were encountering Protean, she noted, her Tulpa under the floor, slightly transposed with their target. Receiving intel through the comms and cameras via Decoy, she watched as Protean prepared something.

"I don't fucking think so," she snarled before activating comms.

"I'll deal with whatever he's planning to throw at you. Prepare a counterattack." That said, she finished formulating her projection.

Intent:
Swift/durable brawler. Small form capable of increasing in size and altering shape.

Traits:
Rubber-Flesh-Water(Malleable Outer Surfaces)+Lead(Dense), Steel-Flesh(Spring/Strength), Steel-Rubber(Sturdy Structure), Electricity(Energized), Air-Cloth(Light)| Lead(Heavy).

Powerset:
Baseline high physical resistance and strength. Enhanced reaction. Cellular modulation. Limit: Static physical composition; Static mass. Personal. Low end sonic projection. Limit: Non-damaging.

~~Alternate form. Size scaling. Size increase--error, incompatibility--temporary mass loss. Energy venting entanglement integration. Storage Method: Physical Integration. Reactive Venting Trigger: Uncontrollable. Trigger: Overload.

She locked things in, the silhouette—still in the floor—of her tulpa in the form of a six-limbed creature with deceptivly thin limbs, but a wide torso

"Stay standing..." was all she got before she made her decision.

Manifest.

At the speed of thought her projection's shadow rose from the ground between Protean and her team...and manifested. Immediately there was feedback. With the intention built in for it to protect and assist her teammates in taking out the target, the tulpa lunged towards Protean. It was wide of chest and hips, with four arms and two strange constructions that could be called legs. The arms were thin, Messiah could have wrapped her fingers around one with thumb and pointer finger comfortably touching. Its back had tiny inch long needles all over it and at the end of its arms were vicious looking claws. Its 'legs' were more like coils of muscle or vines if those muscles were...loose. Rather than claws, the legs terminated in splaying tendrils, each which ended in a sharp needle-like protrusion. It had no neck and its head was more like a nub, with no visible eyes or sensory organs. Its 'face' had colored patterns in red and silver on it, while its body was almost entirely steel grey, with winding, swirling markings. From the base of its spine extended something like a tail with the same composition as its 'legs', but much tighter wound.

In the midst of its charge, Protean struck. The end of its 'tail' splayed out as it began to be pushed back towards the Wards. The tail hit the ground and the needles extended into that ground. Suddenly it was anchored. The strike hit it square in the chest and immediately energy erupted off of its body into a three inch-field that crackled like electricity—the smell of ozone immediately apparent. Its form seemed less dense in the aftermath.

With no mouth or orifice to do so, it roared, then sprung back into action, moving towards Protean, seemingly unbothered by the mass it had lost or the veritable storm of crackling energy around it. Reaching with one of its right arms, it attempted to grab Protean's mantis shrimp limb. If the energy made contact it would burn and numb.

Meanwhile, Evelyn herself had taken up a position on the side of a hallway, back to the wall. She was sitting down with her eyes closed, counting in her head and managing her projection and the various intel it was feeding her.

"Don't let the field of energy around my projection touch you. Except you Messiah, your power will absorb it. I have the projection set to assist and protect you guys. I'll be keeping track of the timer on it and managing its actions."

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Arriving at Sylph's location, he noticed that she was on the ground. Landing, he swapped back into his human form once he'd made sure no one was nearby. He pulled out a white mask and put it on before addressing her. He was in civilian clothes otherwise, clearly not having had time to change due to the urgency of the situation.

"Sylph, are you o--" he stopped mid sentence as he saw what had been a child. He almost threw up, but grit his teeth and swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing and fists clenching. Rage flashed across his features and he put his hand on Sylph's shoulder.

"You have to get up. There's nothing you could have done, but there is something we can do together. If we take him out...we can stop others from sharing a similar fate." He paused, breathing deep, his gaze locked on the horrible sight of the little girl's ruined form. He wouldn't let himself shy away just because it was bad, he wouldn't look away just because it made him want to retch.

He would recognize what had happened while he hadn't been able to do anything. He would do better. "If you don't come with me, I'll have to do it myself. Chances are that will mean a lot of collateral property damage, but I'm willing to go that far to stop this bastard." That said, he stood up fully, pulling away, before he walked a distance and then shifted forms.

A flash of nausea, overpowered by a second rush of rage and he was in his Second Vessel again. The rumbling hollow voice of his form echoed out.

"Either way, I'm going to make sure Eyeblight pays for what he's done." He burst into movement, accelerating all at once as he flew, only several feet from the ground, towards the coffee shop.

As he reached it a pulse pushed out, weak, just enough to shatter the glass of the storefront. His senses told him how many people, their positions, and who was severely injured or otherwise. It also showed him Eyeblight's exact location. Without entering, for he was too big to do so and effectively fight, he turned his head and torso away from the coffee shop. Tentacles easily slid through the gaps the broken store front windows created, snaking at incredibly high speed directly for Eyeblight from several angles. He extended other limbs through the store as he spoke, "Everyone close your eyes, don't panic, I'm getting you out of there."

Those tentacles not attacking, deftly scooped up civilians and pulled them from the store, prioritizing those who weren't already prone on the floor. Those who were injured were likely already beyond his ability to save. Moving them might just worsen their condition. The goal was to get everyone out of the way so he could truly focus on taking down Eyeblight.

⊰Naruto: Continuum⊱

Land of Lightning Near Target Outpost

After Midnight

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It was a standoff, six shinobi, three on each side, no one moving. It was like they’d known they were coming, but not what direction. Yurai grit his teeth and focused on his network, the seals forming to initiate a technique of sorts. Not one of his personal seals, but one he knew how to create. Lightly, he tapped each of his teammates, applying the same seals to them. This way...they wouldn’t have to reveal their plans to the enemy.

“Our orders are unchanged even if we have been discovered. Don’t get captured. Destroy as much as possible and give me time to transport key emplacements. We need to deal with these three quickly and move on before they have the chance to alert anyone else.”

The communication was silent, his lips didn’t even move. “I’ve linked us, don’t talk aloud unless you’re trying to lie or distract the enemy.” That said, he stopped focusing on the link. They’d done this before, they knew how to use the seals. Focus the chakra and try to talk. The seal did the rest.

Turning his attention elsewhere, Yurai stepped away from his teammates, sliding one foot forwards, splaying his fingers out wide. Chakra pulsed through the network of seals throughout his gear. He let his eyes dart between the three obstacles in their path. One man and two women. One of the women had a heavily wrapped object on her back, the other was heavily wrapped herself. The man, his opponent it seemed, was, well...he’d be easy to lose in a crowd.

Activating seals on his feet his sprung at his opponent and that movement was all it took to cause the woman in wrappings to do the same, lunging towards one of his allies. He didn’t have time to help. It would be up to them to deal.

With any luck, they could take care of this quickly. His lips tilted downwards.

As if luck were ever on his side.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

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A wonderful strike by Alloy, he mused, grinning as he and Whimsy got off Thunderbolt's back. She stayed with him, wonderful. He tapped the communicator at his waist, using tapcode to direct and redirect the flow of his many...many thralls. The empowered kept up their steady noise such that while they could hear 'Dr. Dean,' he hardly had a proper stage or audience listening to him.

Frankly, he didn't care what the man had to say. He was the worst kind of criminal, really, no real purpose, just trifling in the lives of others for the sake of his own amusement.

What a terrible man.

"Whimsy," he began, smiling to himself somewhat, "Can you phase out the floor beneath Dr. Dean?" He said it through comms, quiet enough under the cacaphony of his thralls that the 'Good Doctor' couldn't hear him. "If you can, do so. I want to see how your power interacts with his tech...and the environment. After all, he is still standing on the same floor as us...presumably."

He chuckled to himself, how amusing would it be to sweep the man's stage right out from under him? Phenomenally amusing, he thought.

Speaking of phenomenal thoughts, he reached for his gun in its holster at his hip and wrapped fingers around it. Ready to fire.

If Whimsy's power allowed them to interact with the Doctor...then they'd need to get her to Headhunter's location. It also meant that he might have a chance to capture or detain the man himself. Either would be wonderful, hopefully it was possible.

He supposed they'd find out soon enough. That considered, he waited, his thralls continuing to attempt to impede the man's escape by blocking off exits with chairs or other things on hand even as they used their own bodies to do so. He would not have their target escape. Not if he could help it.

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Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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While the others spoke to, and in Elliot's case, unloaded on Colin, Evelyn simply stood, barely able to look at him. She stood at the back of the group and if anyone had seen her face, well...they would have seen an expression of abject disgust and pity. It only lasted a fairly brief time as she composed herself and then—once everyone had said their piece—she commanded her projection to knock the betrayer out. Swiftly, without any prelude or build up, the projection invisibly drew back a limb it had formed from air...soldified it, and struck the betrayer hard enough in the head to knock him out. It would bruise badly.

Immediately afterwards, the projection vanished, the only evidence it had done so the fact that its glowing eyes winked out. Immediately, Evelyn drew in a breath and focused, the projection's shadow sweeping over them...and then expanding throughout the building, getting a thorough scan of Decoy and Protean. That done, she sent it outwards in a spiralling formation, starting at the perimeter of the building and going outwards, gathering material information at a rapid pace. Due to it being inimpeded by most physical laws it only took several seconds for it to gather enough information to satisfy her.

She was already counting down the minutes till she could manifest it again. Following the others, she activated her comms, "I'm going to stay out of sight. I don't want him to target me to try and deal with my projection. I'll be formulating my projection for the fight up until we get to him." She then ended communication, but kept an ear out for further information while she turned the rest of her focus to creating her next weapon.

First she took stock of all the powers at her disposal.

Analysis

Tiger Lily:
Alternate form. Scalable. High physical resistance and strength. Enhanced detection and reaction. Focus: Hearing, smell. Proximity object integration. Transformation method: dimensional mass-transition.

Messiah:
Protective absorption. Focus, energetic. Physical limiter. Control appropriation. Non-adaptive control method. Upwards limit, irrelevant. Dimensional access. Energetic storage method: Dimensional. Access threshold: Neural interfacing. Ranged application.

Margrave:
Contact-based transfiguration. Focus: Object alteration. Scalable size. Limit; 1:1 | "Condensed." Object localized mass-phase translocation.

Mastar:
Physical alteration focus: Hyper dense viscous material transmogrification. Intuitive control schema. External control method: Ingestion. Physical form modulation. Protective measure: Material generation. Trigger: Neural|Broken Threshold.

Decoy:
Construct Creation. Process: Manual. Tech focus: Communication interfacing. Flavor: Holographic.

~~~(Mechanical)Shard-->Brain information transference. Intuition-based grasp of extraplanar mechanics; physics; astrophysics; quantum mechanics. Limitation: Temporary Memory Retention of gathered data.

Protean:
Physiological alteration: Cellular Transmutation. Limit, personal; template based; static mass. Control method, neural-based, shard interpretation. Backloaded consciousness processing. Limit, Physical anchor required~~Core~~

A small smile touched her lips, even though there was only a steel cold focus in her eyes.

She had more than enough to work with.