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Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

is any of that a yes

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

does anyone want to meet my funny alien

edit: Miss Martian. for clarity.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Pit - Level: 8 - Total EXP: 265/80
Sakura
Juri
Word Count: 2707 (+3 exp)
Location: Esaka, Forbidden Kingdom

After finding a few of the people who'd split up earlier, Pit had returned to the larger group of Seekers with Amaterasu just before they all ran around for tournament sign ups. It was then he made sure to let everyone know the royal Koopa siblings' plan as well so they didn't wonder and worry where they'd disappeared to. With only a few linkpearls left since giving some extra to new and old acquaintances, there was one more person he needed to find: a certain ‘spider.’ As much as she claimed she wasn’t part of the group, Pit still wanted to make sure she could get in contact with them, and they her.

He also had to find a dojo to join in order to sign up for tournaments, if he’d heard the report through his own linkpearl right. There were a couple of hours remaining until the cutoff… should he sign up and then keep looking? And should the group try and all join the same dojo or split up and join whichever they could? Would it even matter, since whoever entered the same tournaments would go up against each other anyway?

It was sort of a lot to think about, and he would think about it… while searching the city. Better to focus on one task at a time! So deliver all the linkpearls first, then the dojo thing, along with making a suggestion to the others if he came up with a good idea in regards to said dojo thing. Alright, plan of action made, and now that he’d dropped the goddess of the sun off it was back to the search!

Before Pit could get too far, a voice called out to him. ”Pit-kun!” Sakura said, waving him down and jogging over. ”Pit-kun- er, Pit-san!” She said.

”Where are you going?” She asked. ”Have you found a Dojo yet? I thought I’d, well, since you’re the leader, I thought I’d delegate you. Um. To delegate me.” Sakura said. She scratched her head. ”’D’you need any help’ is what I’m trying to say. I’m already kinda in a dojo.” She explained.

Being unfamiliar with Japanese honorifics, Pit just tilted his head at the change to how she said his name (she attached those words to pretty much everyone's names but he didn't have a clue what they were supposed to mean). Maybe he'd ask her about it at some point, but it didn't really seem important at the moment. Instead he smiled brightly at Sakura.

"Sure! I was still trying to find Juri and give her one of these pearls..." he started with, the same ones he'd passed out to everyone else already. "...so I didn't join up with any dojo yet. I passed a couple though! But... ehh..."

There was some merit to joining a low tier dojo and helping to raise its prestige by winning, but Pit definitely wasn't a low tier fighter - he sort of wanted to try signing up at a better one if he could. And there was everything else he'd thought earlier to consider too. After shaking his hand in a 'so-so' motion, he asked Sakura, "what dojo are you part of? It's gotta be the same one you were in when you lived here before, right?"
”That’s right- the World Warrior Dojo.” Sakura glanced around at the lower tiers. ”Yeah, they’re not super great, huh? I mean, most of them. Some of them.” Then Sakura lowered her voice, leaning forward and shielding the side of her mouth.

”Um, listen. Pit-san. About Juri-san…I think you should probably just let her go-”

Suddenly, a rough hand shoved Sakura from behind. She caught herself on Pit and turned around in a huff. ”What are you two shrimps talkin’ about?” Juri asked, grinning. She saw Pit running around and now even heard her name, so she thought she’d drop in.

”C’mon, I’m just dyin’ to know.”

The mere mention of the World Warrior dojo had made Pit's eyes light up. Now that sounded like an awesome one! Plus, along with Sakura... it was probably full of the likes of powerful martial artists like Ryu and Ken, right? Before he could ask more about it or hear what Sakura was about to say about Juri, they were interrupted by the woman herself. Considering that Pit had been looking for her, it was suspiciously fortunate timing. After they were both steady, Pit peeked out from behind Sakura to look at the no longer invisible Juri.

"We're like the same height!" Pit snapped at her first, though immediately afterward he honestly answered her question. "We were talking about dojos. To fight in any of the tournaments we have to join one!"

This was the first piece of news to deliver to her, as he assumed the woman might not know. "And I got something to give you."

”No doy.” She brushed some bangs out of her face. ”What is it? A love letter? I’m not surprised you enjoyed getting crushed by me, but you’re not really my type.” Juri said.

"Wha-?! No! Never in a million years!"

”I don’t get it. Why do you have to be so rude all the time?” Sakura asked.

”I’m not into schoolgirls, either.” Juri ‘answered’ dismissively.

Pit really wished there was an easy answer for Sakura's question. Only a little flustered, he stepped out from behind her and thrust a hand towards Juri, holding his palm open with a gold colored pearl wobbling in it.

"It's this," he said. "You put it in your ear and use it like a radio to stay in touch with everyone else."

And that was it really, as soon as she took it then Pit could leave her to her own devices for a while. No need to put up with her sour attitude while exploring and learning about dojos. It had been pointed out to him before that it would be best to just leave her alone after all, so there was definitely no need to possibly provoke her. But... he did have his own pride to look after too.

"Plus you only won last time 'cause of the stage. There's no way I'd lose normally!"

Juri snatched up the pearl and held it between her fingers. With a shrug, she shoved it into her pocket. At Pit’s last statement, she rolled her eyes and grinned. ”’-Guy who lost.’” She added onto his statement like a signature, making Pit’s feathers fluff up in vexation.

”You said you’d fight me, too. No time like the present.” Sakura said.

Juri chuckled, her eyes searching the place. ”Venue’s a little crummy, but-” Then she blinked, stopping mid sentence, remembering her purpose. She had come here to do something. She couldn’t afford distractions, or revealing herself to the public so early.

”...But it’s gonna have to wait.” Juri said. ”See ya around. Not.” With that she turned and stalked away.

As Sakura cupped her hands around her mouth to yell something after Juri to try and bait her into a fight, Juri vanished into thin air, causing Sakura to choke on the words.

”She couldn’t do that back on our world!” Sakura exclaimed.

”Of all the powers she could get here, invisibility? With her personality? That sucks for everyone.” Sakura said.

"I know, right?" Pit sighed. At least he'd been able to give her the linkpearl and she hadn't made him look all around the city for an invisible person. "By the way, what were you gonna say earlier?"

Sakura made sure nobody was around for real this time. ”To just let her go. To be honest, I don’t think she’s a good fit for the Seekers at all. We’re actually from the same world. She’s like, um, evil. And not evil in a fun way like the Koopas.” Sakura said.

"...you really think so?" Pit replied quietly. He reached up to rub his arm awkwardly. It wasn't like they could just kick her out though. Heck, even the king of evil Ganondorf was on the team. Not to mention Pit had been around plenty of evil beings before - truly evil, with wanton disregard for all life and that delighted in twisting the souls of mortals for selfish gain. Maybe Juri was on her way there, but he still didn't really feel like she was that bad yet. She was definitely mean and selfish, but...

Pit just shook his head. If he was going to take his duties as team captain seriously he'd have to check in with Juri eventually anyway, but for now she had a way to get into contact with them and she was presumably gone to do... whatever she was going to do, so he could focus on other stuff instead.

"Ugh, never mind her for now! Let's go back to the dojo thing!" he said, bringing his voice up higher and punching a fist into the air to drum up some excitement. Although since "not super great" as Sakura has put it was still like a glowing endorsement for the dojos around the low tier, he'd have to look for something better.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. A good idea! He had no clue if it would work but it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

"Hey! Since you're already in a dojo, do you think you could put in a good word for us? World Warriors must be pretty big, it has to be accepting new members all the time, right?"

”Oh, I definitely will.” Sakura said, smiling. ”But, uh, I don’t think we can just skip. Every newcomer needs to put in their dues in the bottom tiers. I could head up and check, though.”

”Almost everyone in the World Warriors is from my original world. Which just goes to show, we’re among the best at fighting even when every universe is the same place, huh?” Sakura said proudly.

Pit couldn't really argue that even if he'd wanted to. He'd seen first hand how strong the people of Sakura's world were. "I guess so! You're from the same place as Ken and Ryu, right? Are they part of that dojo too? Do you think they're there now?"

Even after bombarding Sakura with questions, Pit continued with hardly a breath taken between sentences. "I get that they don't want any dark horses jumping in at higher ranks but... it would be so cool to be in the same dojo as them! I wanna learn that thing! You know- Shoryuken!"

He imitated the rising dragon punch surprisingly well, though it lacked the power behind it that the street fighters were famed for.

"Maybe there's still a way to join up there." Though if he did have to settle for taking a low tier dojo to victory, then well that's what would happen.

Sakura’s eyes sparkled and she clenched her fists, not having met anyone in the World of Light with any real enthusiasm for how cool Ken and Ryu- but specifically Ryu- were. ”Yeah! You know I can teach some moves if you want! Ken might still be here, but Ryu not so much. If he was, I never would have left this place at all. Last I saw him, he was hanging out in Lumbridge. He’s the one who gave me my Friend Heart. He’s so cool…” Sakura sighed wistfully, her eyes unfocusing on the current moment.

"Yeah he is! He's super strong! And I heard he really gets around too! That he's fought robots and aliens and demons and all kinds of stuff all over the place! Kinda takes the whole 'World Warrior' thing pretty literally, huh?" Like this, even if the Seekers' cover had been blown a while ago the two of them fit right in with Esaka's locals; just a fan girl and a fan boy talking about their favorite fighters.

You know you've fought robots, aliens, and demons too, right? a voice chimed in Pit's head, curbing some of his enthusiasm (and inadvertently bolstering his opinion of himself), though there was still plenty left over.

"But sure, maybe we can swap fighting notes before the tournaments start or between matches!" he said. "Can you teach people how to use Hadouken?!"

”All over. He’s a real hero even if he doesn’t think he is.” Sakura nods. ”And uh, yeah duh totally! I’d love to!” Sakura said.

She widened her stance and cupped the empty space between her hands. ”Okay, first, you stand like this. Then you take a deep breath, concentrate, and…and then you…” She pushed her hands forward, creating a little blue spark. ”And then you just, uh. You just…do it. Huh. Okay, no, I guess I can’t teach you. Sorry, Pit-san.” Sakura said, looking properly stumped. How did she use Hadouken?

”I’m still a student myself.” Sakura said.

Pit had already started to copy her stance and instructions, so when Sakura ended up admitting that she couldn't actually teach the skill it was almost like a physical blow of disappointment. Pit let his head droop, hanging low. "Aw man..."

Still, it would take a lot more than that to keep Pit's spirit down. He recovered quickly, bouncing back up into a regular pose. "Well, that's okay! It would have been cool to learn, but at least I'll still be able to see a bunch get thrown around soon!"

Which was nearly as good as throwing one himself, probably.

"I still wanna see if it's possible to get an invite to World Warriors... Amaterasu managed to get a letter of recommendation somehow, so maybe if you vouch for someone it'll work! But if it doesn't..." He glanced around the street they were on, at the various buildings and flyers announcing small time dojos. "...uh, any thoughts on which one sucks the least around here?"

Sakura was staring at her hands, dumbfounded the entire time. Oblivious to Pit’s previous disappointment. Hadouken. How did she throw it? No, really, how? At Pit’s question and pause, she blinked back into reality. ”My old teacher, Dan Hibiki-san, has a dojo around here.” She said.

”That’s- that’s not necessarily in response to your last question. But he is nice. Most of the time.” Sakura clarified. ”Try to find someone that can use all of their limbs correctly. Preferably they can stand up straight. Block.” Sakura said. ”I know that’s the basics but- it can get pretty lousy down here.” She whispered with a grimace.

The angel laughed, at least until he realized Sakura wasn't joking. She made things sound even worse than he'd thought around this tier, and he'd already found it pretty rough after only seeing a little of it. So far it seemed like Dan's dojo might be his best bet if he couldn't find any a bit more prestigious to try and join.

"Gah... good thing we only need to join one for sign ups since we all already know how to fight," he said. Who knew, maybe the Seekers would even end up giving lessons to fellow dojo members once they started climbing the rank ladder. He sighed, but after a moment he looked back at Sakura. "If you still wanna help, let's look for the best dojo around here - maybe some new ones opened after you left!"

Sakura nodded and smiled. ”Listen- don’t worry too much. We got this. Even if we join a crappy dojo our own skill will shine through. The worse case scenario is you run into someone like us who just got here but is way better than this bottom rank, or maybe someone whose come down from the upper ranks in disguise to beat up on noobs so they feel better about themselves.” Sakura said. ”But even after that you just move on and win some matches!”

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Pit replied, nodding along with her as well. This tournament cycle was sure to see a meteoric rise in the standing of a lot of low tier dojos. With renewed energy Pit skipped forward and called to the street fighter, "c'mon Sakura, let's go see what we can find! And tell me more about what Ryu's like!"

Sakura followed eagerly afterwards. She certainly had a lot to say on that particular topic. Like, a lot.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Broad shoulders. A long, tan coat over a disheveled suit and tie. A hardened face, rough with the shadow of a beard, hidden under the brim of a simple fedora hat and lit up only by the glowing embers of the cigar held between clenched teeth. The Detective didn't fit in on these suburban streets- never had- not since the war. So many good men. Lost. In the war. The sun beats down on him like an accusing eye, demanding he return to the shadows. The temperature? 80 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is...a normal temperature. That's right, a normal temperature. Are there many clouds? ...No. The sky is blue. Like it usually is. Except at night. Then it's black.

...The war.

He rapped his hard knuckles against the wooden door, then shoved them into his pocket. When the older gentlemen inside opened up, he had to look up far more than he anticipated to look into the darkened eyes of this giant of a man. He was almost seven feet tall!

"Um- hello?"

"Detective John. PI. I'm here to ask you a few questions. I heard your nephew went missing recently, see?" The Detective said.

"Detective John who?" The man asked with a squint, hiding behind the chains keeping his door locked even when ajar.

"Detective John- J- John." The Detective replied, unsure.

"...Your name is Detective John John?" The man said.

"Uh. No. That would be a stupid name for an Earth male to have. Obviously. M- my name is Detective John, uh-, it's, uh- you know. I fought in the war. See?" The detective said.

Unsettled, the man's eyes widened and he went to slam the door shut. But not before the Detective's hand flew through the door and extended out like wriggling worms, clinging onto his face. The man shook for a moment before relaxing. The Detective's hand retracted and he shut the door. He slapped himself a few times in the face.

"Get it together!" He complained to himself, before knocking on the door again.

"Um- hello?" The man asked again, opening his door.

"Good morning. My name is Detective John John- shit!" The Detective grit his teeth and sent his hand flying through the gap in the door again.

Knock knock knock.

"Um- hello?" The man asked for a third time, peaking out from behind the chain in the ajar door frame.

"My name is Detective John Jones." The Detective said, leaning forward with certainty this time. "Private Investigator, see?" He flashed the older gentlemen a badge. Badges are very important to have. "I'd like to ask you a few questions about your nephew."

"Who sent you?" He asked.

"A concerned citizen. It's not just about your nephew. But if I can find him, he might be the lead I need to track down your...unfriendly neighbors. I'm sure I don't need to say anymore, not without being inside." Detective John Jones said.

"I see." The man considered the Detective, but then thought of his nephew. "Come in." He closed the door and unlocked the door handle and the chain latch lock. Durning that moment, the Detective pumped his fist in a self-congratulatory manner. When the door opened again, the Detective was back to looking stern and serious.

"Your nephew. Jose Cabello. I want you to know I have no interest in getting him in trouble with the authorities." The Detective said as they both sat down in the living room. "I may sometimes work with the police, but I'm a Private Investigator. I get the sense your nephew is a good boy, caught up in things he doesn't understand fully. Once I find him and get the information I need, I'll bring him back to you, safe and sound."

The man, Rodriguez Cabello, nodded slowly. "Yes. I- I appreciate that. Truth be told, this entire situation has gotten out of hand. I had been preferring not to contact the police, but..."

"You still won't have to. I don't think it's that serious for your nephew. Not yet." Detective Jones said. "I just need to ask you if you know any favorite places of his. Places he might hang out. Friends he might contact."

The kindly uncle sat in silence, before responding. "You have a pencil?"

The Detective grinned almost giddily and nodded quickly before reaching inside his jacket pocket to get out a really cool and badass notepad and pencil. "Yes I do. It even has a sticker on it. Look, see? A little kitty cat face. Isn't it cool?"

"...R-right." Rodriguez scoffed out a little laugh. "That is very nice, Detective."

---

"Hello, youths." Detective John Jones said, approaching the basketball court. "I'm looking for Jose Cabello."

"Oh, yeah?" One of the young men said. "Never heard of him."

"I can see you don't trust me. Fear not. I'm not with the police, but rather a Private Investigator. Nobody's going to get in trouble. I just want to help." Detective Jones said.

"That's great. Too bad I still never heard of him."

"Perhaps I could endear myself to you by engaging in your local practices." The Detective said.

"...Uh?" The young man smiled, amused and bemused.

"Pass me the Basket Ball, and behold my skill, youths." The Detective opened up his hands.

"...Okay." He passed the ball to the strange detective. He bounced it a few times and went to the half court. Taking an almost correct stance, he shot the ball gently through the air. It landed on the rim and rolled around. Everyone stared. Before it could roll off to the side, the Detective shot a look at the orange ball and tilted his head in the other direction. It fell in, swooshing inwards through the net. That got a small cheer.

That got the Detective a name and a place that led him to a shady looking fellow on the street corner, which led him to a warehouse.

Is it always a warehouse? Maybe the Detective should just start searching all the warehouses.

No that won't work. There's a lot of warehouses. Also, it might not be a warehouse.

The Detective did a bit of scouting, peeking in through the second story window, sneaking past a lookout. He saw the boy, Jose, inside, looking nervous, sitting in a chair. There were tables with nefarious things on them. The bad kind. Boxes and weapons. Not to mention the eight other tough looking guys going about their business.

There was no time to waste! He would go in, ask for them to give over Jose, and see if they would point him in the direction of their distributor.

Detective John Jones lay curled up in a ball as the gathered toughs kicked him while he was down.

"I have a very cute friend whose going to be SUPER pissed at you guys!" He cried out. "It's not too late to be nice to me!"

"Shut up, man!" A guy in a hoodie said. "I'll break your damn legs. Don't ever come around here again!"

Beaten and battered, they left the Detective alone. He got up in a huff after they left, dusting off his coat. "That's right. You better leave!" He shouted after them. When the toughs turned and started sprinting back over to him, he turned tail and ran as fast as he could before they could catch him.

They were going to regret that! That, he knew for sure.

For later that night... the heroine appeared! Fists at her hips, she floated in the air above the tables in the warehouse, a dashing smirk on her face. A girl, looking like she in her late teens or early twenties, with short red hair and striking blue eyes. She was wearing a black suit, with red gloves and boots, and a big red X over her upper body. Golden clasps around her neck supporting a long blue cape that was flowing in the wind despite being indoors. Grinning, she made her dramatic entrance.

...

...

...

She cleared her throat so that they finally noticed her.

"Oh, shit!" Everyone reacted quickly, alarmed. There was one thing about the girl that was left out, which was her most noticeable feature. That being her skin color, as green as peas, and clearly alien.

"Never fear, Earthlings! I, Miss Martian, am- ow!!!" Shots rang out, bullets striking her. She fell out of the sky and landed on a stacked pile of crates, kicking up a cloud dust, her boots sticking upwards as the only thing visible.

"Fuck yeah! We wasted it!" The hoodie guy cheered with his fellows. Jose was hiding behind his chair.

"It?!" She repeated, offended, standing to her feet. "I'm a girl! Can't you tell?! I look like a girl, don't I?" She asked, losing some confidence on that last sentence.

The guy in the hoodie raised his handgun in alarm. Before anyone could pull the trigger, she thrust her palm forward, fingers spread. Suddenly, nobody's guns were working. She lifted her hand up, and all the guns in the room flew up out of their hands and into a big ball. She clenched her fist, and the guns disassembled themselves, falling to pieces in a metal rain. Everyone looked at her, dumb struck.

"That's right. I have wicked cool superpowers. So don't mess with me!" Miss Martian said. Gathering her composure, she dusted herself off and took back to floating in the center of the room.

"Jose Cabello! I've come for you!" She pointed at the young man who yelped.

"Don't eat me!" He cried out.

"What?! No! I mean- I've come to rescue you!" Miss Martian clarified. "I'm a superhero! You know? Like Superman?" She said.

"See? I've got a cape and everything." She held it between her fingers to demonstrate. "My detective friend told me all about you. He was looking for you. Your uncle, Rodriguez Cabello, is worried sick about you!" She explained.

"Uncle Roddy? He's worried about me?" Jose said.

"Yes of course! I get the feeling he loves you, you know. I think you should leave these guys behind and go back to him." Miss Martian siad.

"...You're letting me go?" He said. Miss Martian nodded. Looking around at the others, he nodded, and ran out the door. Miss Martian could tell he was going home.

"As for the rest of you! I'll let you off with a warning. If! You tell me where you're getting all these bad drugs from." She said.

The guy in the hoodie scoffed. "You don't know who you're messing with, you green freak." He said. "You think you're tough because you, what, disarmed us? You're gonna get eaten alive. No way we're telling you anything." Miss Martian narrowed her eyes at him.

"VULTURE, eh?" Miss Martian said, rubbing her chin. "Interesting. Thanks for all your help."

The guy blanched. Everyone looked at him angrily. "Dude!!!"

"I didn't fucking say anything!" He protested.

"Be quiet, everyone! I'm letting you all off with a warning. I don't ever wanna see you guys getting up to no good ever again, okay? Don't cause any more trouble. Don't 'deal' any more 'cokes' or 'weeds' or 'meths'." She lectured, pointing at them.

“Uh. Okay.” The hoodie guy said.

"And don’t beat people up! Or else I’ll come beat you up. I have powers, you know. I can make it happen. Don’t test me." She warned. To demonstrate, she flattened a few tables without even touching them. Also, she scooped up some evidence with a tarp using her mind, wrapped it up like a picnic lunch, and wrapped it around the ceiling. It was very obvious, but out of reach. This way, the police could grab it later if they called the fire department or something.

At this point, they were mostly intimidated despite her efforts, not because of them. "The police will be here soon. If you get in trouble because of them, that’s your own fault.” Miss Martian said.

"Miss Martian! Away!” She said, and then phased through the ceiling, fist extended outward. Once in the night air, she grimaced to herself. No. She wasn’t going to start saying that. That was not good. Hopefully they didn’t start thinking she was silly because of that.

A little while later, Miss Martian checked in on the Cabello family. They had a reunion, but the nephew was still rattled and confused by what he had seen. He had been scared to leave. Would they still come after him, they wondered aloud?

"Not on my watch!" Miss Martian answered, suddenly in their living room, startling them both.

“That’s her! The alien!” Jose pointed at her. This time he put on a brave face, standing to protect his more elderly uncle.

"My detective friend told me about your nephew. Listen, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ve got it all under control."

“...Your detective friend, huh?” The uncle asked, raising an eyebrow. Miss Martian’s smile became a little more nervous. She could tell he was onto her. He didn’t need to know much about aliens to have his suspicions. Unfortunately, it was probably too late to uproot that memory. And with his nephew right there it would probably look kind of traumatizing, so she’d have to erase his memory too. It’d be a whole thing!

"Uh. Yep. My detective friend, John Jones. Basically, I’m gonna kick the bad guys out of your town, and then the town they run off to next. Trust me, they’re gonna be so busy with me they won’t even have a chance to worry about you.” Miss Martian said. "I mean- I’m green! And super cute. And I can fly. I’ll be all they can think about. But if you ever need, just give me a call." She said.

“You have a cell phone number?” Rodriguez asked.

"Huh? No. Should I? I just meant go outside and start yelling my name. I’ve got your signatures now so I’ll be able to find you." Miss Martian said.

”Maybe I should have a cell phone. Can I borrow your cell phone, Jose?" She asked.

“Um…n-no..? Sorry? I kinda need it.” He said.

"Oh, okay! Well, see you around!" She waved, and then phased through the ceiling. The two men blinked. What a day.

“I think we should probably get out of town for a while, kid.” Roddy said. “Just to be safe.”

—

Miss Martian took to the skies, thinking about the knowledge she gleaned from the criminals in the warehouse. She would need to track down a better source. If she needed to, she could find those guys again and pick their brains for info. But it looked like the groups she had been tracking were all connected in some way. There was definitely something big and weird going on with the bad guys. Were they trying to team up or something?

Between her and her ‘friend’ John Jones, Miss Martian was having more trouble than she thought getting to the root of the problem. She didn’t realize being a superhero involved so much detective work. At least when it came to the crime fighting side of things.

Her head twitched, and she heard, or rather, felt, a ping of anxiety and fear. Up here, only the strongest and most immediate thoughts could reach her. It didn’t take long for her to spot this one, though. A fire! Miss Martian zoomed, her cape acting like gliding wings. With her density lowered, she lacked power, but could easily ride the wind like a bird, and use her telekinesis for easy control. Technically, she didn’t have the power of super flight, but it was close enough.

Miss Martian zoomed down to the burning apartment building and came to a stop. She closed her eyes and sensed for minds and souls. Most of them were already heading to safety down the fire escape, but she sensed some people trapped in a room near the upper floor.

Of course, she also sensed the fire itself. Miss Martian grit her teeth and focused. As long as she didn’t let it burn her too much, she’d be fine. It was just an element, like any other. And yet…

Miss Martian had to think fast. Black smoke billowed out of a window. She floated over to a nearby fire hydrant, and combined her feet into one long tube that latched around it, much to the alarm of nearby bystanders. Alien, they said. Monster. They were afraid of her. Miss Martian smiled confidently. She’d show them! She’d show them all!

The Martian stretched her body like a long hose. She turned the pressure valve and felt the water rush into her. In a somewhat grotesque display, the bottom of her swelled up and travelled upwards. Squashing her vital organs to the side, she puffed up her cheeks and formed her lips into an ‘o’ before blasting the water out of her mouth! Like a living water house she spat water directly into the apartment, soaking the inside and dousing the flames enough to clear a route. Turning off the fire hydrant, she detached from it and wiped her lips. "Blech."

"Don’t worry everyone! Miss Martian is here! " She called out before floating inside. Her water trick had put out most of the flames in this hallway. Travelling over to the door, she knocked on it.

"Hello? I put out the fire! Quick, before it comes back!" She said.

A woman opened up the door and yelped in fright in Miss Martian’s appearance, closing the door. Miss Martian crossed her arms. "What is it with Earthlings and slamming doors in my face? I put out the fire! I can you get you to safety!"

“Go away!” She called out. “The- the fire department is coming! We’ll just wait for them, okay?!”

Earthlings were so suspicious of aliens. Miss Martian could understand why.

"C’mon!" She said. "I can get you out of here right now!"

“She said go away!” A man’s voice called out.

“Daddy, I’m scared!” A little girl’s voice could be heard. Though, Miss Martian was mostly just sensing their thoughts and intentions from the other side of the door.

“You’re scaring my daughter!” He shouted. Miss Martian was pretty sure it was the fire scaring her, not the green lady.

Still, this was a conundrum. Miss Martian shot an accusatory glare towards the water sprinklers in the hallway as they lay dormant. Useless things. This building was surely not up to code. The fire was encroaching again, and if Miss Martian could sweat, she would be. Not even because of the heat. Something deeper. A frustrating reminder of what had happened to her. No time to focus on the past though, these people were trapped and the fire brigade wasn’t here yet. Chances are they’d be in time, especially now that she doused so much of the flames.

Chances, chances. Hmm.

A firefighter appeared at the window of the family’s room, in a mechanical moving platform. “Come here!” She said, waving them over. The family rushed over and carefully moved out the window, standing in the platform. Letting out a collective sigh of relief, they were all lowered to the ground.

“Where’s the firetruck?” The little girl asked. This platform… was floating in mid air! Before panic could set it, the platform lowered to the ground and the firefighter floated above them, dispelling the illusion she projected into their minds! It was Miss Martian.

"Don’t worry, I gotcha!" She said with a big smile.

The parents were offended at being tricked, but the children clapped their hands, amused. “How dare you!” The mother said.

“Yeah, how dare you!” Some of the bystanders said. “Get outta here, alien! Nobody asked for your help!” The crowd turned against her. “We don’t need you!”

Miss Martian set her hands on her hips, floating above the ground. "You’ll all come around! You’ll see! And when you do, you won’t even have to say sorry." Miss Martian said. As the real firefighters arrived, she took off into the night sky.

It was getting late. The humans would be going to sleep soon. Usually she helped people in the day and fought crime in the night, but of course if there’s overlap, there’s overlap! Especially if she went across the ocean. Flying above the clouds, she kept going and going until the air got chilly and she could see her breath. Leftover heat from her internal processes, expelled through water vapor.

The stars reflected in her eyes and she counted them all. Her place in the universe. They spoke to her. The people of Mars…she couldn’t hear them anymore. She was all alone. It was going to be difficult, the task ahead. It would be easy to just survive. Find some scattered fringe and live on the outskirts. Just like, be a bear or something.

But that would be way boring. And she couldn’t turn her back on Earth. They were the only people left in the Solar System. They may have beaten back the Reach once, but if they kept on this path, they wouldn’t be able to do it again. She had to help. Had to show them that cooperation, even amongst the most disparate peoples, was the key to everything. The Martian people may have learned that lesson too late.

…She really needed to get a house, she thought to herself. The sky was not a house. And neither was an ice fortress in the Arctic. Clearly, she needed to acclimate more to the culture of Earth if she was going to make real progress. Mind tricks were only going to get her so far. If she was keeping score, minute memory wiping and inducing hallucinations in innocent bystanders was definitely points off. Using the human score system, she would probably get a 'B' at the highest.

Miss Martian opened her mind once again, and let the song of Earth wash over her. Break time was over. With a twist of her upper body, she disappeared into the clouds with a puff of mist, a pale rainbow trailing in her wake.

M I S S M A R T I A N

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

M I S S M A R T I A N
M I S S M A R T I A N

^{"HELLO! HOW ARE YOU– oh - t- too loud? Sorry! Still getting used to volume control."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ M’gann M’orzz _________________________________________________________ Approx 19 years old mentally and biologically (technically 48 rotations around the sun) | Relationship Status _________________________________________________________ Affiliation(s) [If Applicable] | Nationality N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ABILITY Dazzling psionic powers that include: The ability to read minds, project thoughts, alter memories, create illusions, turn invisible, and induce sleep. Shape shifting! She can change the proportions and color of her body at will. New outfits and a new face on the spot, shrink down small or grow up big. Extra limbs! Long limbs! Density manipulation, for intangibility (at the cost of no power) or super durability (at the cost of no speed.) Almost anything she can think of. Hint: telekinesis + shape shifting wing cape + lower density = flying! To top it all off, a hefty, healthy dose of super strength, durability, and super duper telekinesis. Martians can shapeshift, but they have three key internal organs that must remain consistent in shape and general location. Mind, Heart, and Key. The Heart is the sustaining organ that provides life and sustenance to M'gann's body via a blood-like liquid that absorbs throughout her entire form. It generates life energy via an efficient process similar to photosynthesis. This was easier on Mars, so she needs to supplement herself with more complex sugars...Choco cookies are pretty good, huh? The Mind is the center of her psychic powers and allows her to experience the world. This one needs to be near her senses, so its usually behind the eyes. It requires a connection of some kind to the Heart so it can be sustained by it. While her natural biology makes this a lot harder to occur, if the Mind is somehow physically rattled she can still suffer concussive like effects. The Key is how Martian's can regenerate some physical wounds and also responsible for how they reproduce. It creates new life. If necessary, it can be used to reproduce asexually, though the process is extremely demanding. Each Vital Organ is about the size of an apple. If M'gann loses one, she might be able to recuperate alright in some way or another. Two is big long coma territory if she's lucky. Three is obviously game over. They're called vital organs for a reason! - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TOOL Kinda…nothing? - N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SKILL Cooking! (She is not good at cooking) Punching things? Make-up? Hiding! She’s very good at hiding. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TALENT Cooking. Let’s make sure to get cooking on there again. (No, she is not good at cooking.) Math! A regular math genius. Oh, as a Martian, she also has more senses. She has the usual; sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. On the whole, most of them are equal to or even worse than the average humans. The exceptions being her sense of touch, which is extremely refined; and her hearing, which is pretty bad. Her most said word is probably ‘What?’ But she does have three more: a sixth sense, that allows her to detect spirits and the rhythm of the other side. A seventh sense, connected to gravity and the stars that allows her to navigate even in the depths of blackest space without a map. An eighth sense, that allows her to detect and see the psionic ‘auras’ of other lifeforms. The one that defines her as a ‘Pale’ Martian as opposed to a ‘Green’ Martian. And a ninth sense, that allows her to ba tu’anthrmag’iag with ba ta onron’y’aban po helvek’maelans. Uhh, that one’s a bit hard to translate into English. Regardless, this is the one the Reach hijacked to make her feel sick, weak, and faint whenever she gets too close to fire. It’s also the same sense the philosophers of her people tapped into to begin to discover the Life Equation. It also allows her to sense where the exact ‘physical location’ of state borders are. Like, you know that place in America with the Four Corners? Look, it’s hard to explain, okay? It’s the ninth sense! -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ M’gann M’orzz is a Pale Martian, growing up in a time of racial tension on her homeworld of Mars. She grew up ostracized from her peers, growing up in dominant Green communities. As a result she has low self-esteem, and even the smallest words of encouragement will get the lonely girl excited. Her life on Mars was unremarkable in many ways. She grew up in an alien culture. Lies were impossible. Connections between people happened fast. Art, music, and philosophy were thriving. In faraway places, Greens and Pales threw parties of reconciliation and peace with each other, but where M’gann grew up she had no such luck. The Life Equation philosophy began to spread, promising to prove that free will and spiritual freedom could be demonstrated as a mathematical proof. M’gann managed to find a pamphlet with some of the equation written down on it. Can you imagine seeing something like that? It was astonishing. But perhaps it was too late. Before Martian society could repair itself, an unforeseen threat emerged and decided its best option was to fan the flames. It was this time of tension that the Reach exploited, turning different sides against each other so they could do their research on the martians psionic and shape-shifting abilities in the chaos. During this time of secret abductions, one M’gann M’orzz numbered among the victims. They came for her in the night and snatched her from her home, often targeting Pale Martian communities due to the lack of security and attention. They enhanced her abilities, giving her telekinesis and enhancing her other powers, but the same psychic strength they increased made them unable to control her. The closest they could do was program into her with a psionic weakness to fire and heat so they wouldn’t phase-shift away from their experiments. Satisfied with their results and having no more use for her, they put M’gann into cryogenic storage. At least they weren’t wasteful. When the Reach came to Earth, they brought M’gann with them, deep in their vaults of experiments. During the battle, the ship was destroyed by Superman. He later recovered some of the wreckage and experiments within, and brought them to his fortress for safe keeping. M’gann’s damaged pod was among them. The kryptonian technology within sustained and slowly began to repair her pod to bring her out of cryogenesis without physical or mental damage. Years passed, and eventually, M’gann would wake up on a new world. But not just any new world. Tens of thousands of years had passed! Her homeworld, Mars, is now desolate and abandoned, the fate of the Martian people a mystery. Were they wiped out by the Reach? Made extinct later by an unlivable environment? Or did they pack up and move, for one reason or another? It’s impossible to know. Stranded on an Earth divided, she knows from her past that division and rejection only leads to a weaker society, one that could be exploited by the Reach should they ever return. Earth and its people must be united if they are to survive. And there’s no better way to do that than to become a superhero, just like Superman! An emissary of the Martian people, Miss Martian will take to the skies and do what she can to bring some light into the world. When she describes herself as a White, or Pale Martian, astute observers might point out that she is, in fact, very green. Martians actually have “nine” general senses as opposed to humans “six.” Yes, six. M’gann can tell with her “eighth” sense that some humans have latent psionic potential. And that same eighth sense is what gives her away as ‘Pale’ as opposed to ‘Green’. It’s as obvious to her and other Martians as skin color is to humans, but to humans, well, she just looks green. And it’s something innate about her she can’t just shape shift away from. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ This Miss Martian is going to be kind of a combination between Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter. Originally, the Manhunter himself was brought into this space and time by a science experiment of some random human guy that died of a heart attack right after. So such an origin is still technically possible, but basically, I’m playing an amalgam of both characters. I’ve also toyed around with Martian society and lore a little bit. I wanted a heroine that can exist in any space of a superhero world. Street level, cosmic level, magical level. Someone that can fly around and meet all the other player characters in an attempt to learn more about the world and herself. And obviously she already has a connection to Superman. In terms of overall plot, I’m kind of planning on free wheeling it and seeing how the world evolves. Though I do have some ideas based on an old comic run about VULTURE. I might combine that with AIM or something, to give M’gann an evil org to go up against on her worldly adventures. Evil science organizations are always fun. I’m nerfing her powers somewhat, to make her more interesting. The whole “Martians are as strong as Kryptonians” thing always struck me as untrue, in practice. Like is it really true? I'm not so sure. Besides, the flying brick powerset is the least interesting thing about the Martian! I also wanted to play a silly billy. I like it when the Martians do things like learn the true meaning of Christmas. I'd like her to be an implacable bright spot in any room. She has her own problems to sort out but she's a good person and an optimist at her core, because she has to be! And wants to be. While obviously she does have a certain sadness about her, being isolated from her origins, she does hold onto hope that the Martian people live on, somewhere, in some capacity. Or at the very least, weren’t all wiped out by the Reach. So that brightens up her spirits. That, and remembering that snippet of the Life Equation she managed to find. Due to a sense of Martian pride and being perhaps the last Martian, and in the hope of helping human society unite, M'gann only disguises herself as a human if she really needs to go undercover. For example, to solve a crime or find missing people. Otherwise, she prefers to be herself.

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World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Sakura Level 10: 84/100
Location: Fields of Gold
Word Count: Short
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 10: 85/100

A bad first impression. Sakura's face reddened and she shrunk to the back of the group as the seethe developed.

Here they are! The unbiased, arbiters of fairness and the reason the entire system of Esaka works, and isn't corrupt at all. Just like Sakura promised. Only of course, she forgot to mention how just how much they were HUGE JERKS. For goodness sake! This was unbelievable! Sakura grimaced and bit her finger tips with every crass joke and horrible wish.

Fortunately, most of the Seekers took to battering the little jerks with gusto and even a sense of whimsy. That made Sakura visibly relax, letting out a worried breathe. Even Zenkichi said it was fun, and he looked like he was enjoying himself flexing on a little rude yokai. "Y-yeah. Haha. All part of the fun." Sakura said.

Well, it was about time she did her part to help.

"Choooke! Choke artist!" One of the little gremlins said as she jogged into the fray. "Fraud! Washed! How's that first place medal treatin' you oh wait you don't have one! Third Place Andy!"

"Tch!" Sakura borrowed a technique from the hermit Oro and violently snatched the gremlin from the ground before slamming it behind her by the leg, and brought it over and slammed it in front of her, then behind, in front, behind, in front, before frisbee chucking it into the horizon.

Sakura blinked a few times. Clearing her throat, she went to go help out the new guy, Harry, since as far as Sakura could tell he was just some random messy guy they found somewhere with a pry bar. She didn't want to judge a book by its cover, but, uh, of all the people around her right now he looked like he could get hurt the easiest, and she had no idea of his capabilities.

Meanwhile, Juri was watching the chaos, invisible, from a nearby rooftop, trying not to bust up laughing.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Miss Martian, Manhunter

M I S S M A R T I A N
M I S S M A R T I A N

^{"HELLO! HOW ARE YOU– oh - t- too loud? Sorry! Still getting used to volume control."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ M’gann M’orzz _________________________________________________________ Approx 19 years old mentally and biologically (technically 48 rotations around the sun) | Relationship Status _________________________________________________________ Affiliation(s) [If Applicable] | Nationality N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ABILITY Dazzling psionic powers that include: The ability to read minds, project thoughts, alter memories, create illusions, turn invisible, and induce sleep. Shape shifting! She can change the proportions and color of her body at will. New outfits and a new face on the spot, shrink down small or grow up big. Extra limbs! Long limbs! Density manipulation, for intangibility (at the cost of no power) or super durability (at the cost of no speed.) Almost anything she can think of. Hint: telekinesis + shape shifting wing cape + lower density = flying! To top it all off, a hefty, healthy dose of super strength, durability, and super duper telekinesis. Martians can shapeshift, but they have three key internal organs that must remain consistent in shape and general location. Mind, Heart, and Key. The Heart is the sustaining organ that provides life and sustenance to M'gann's body via a blood-like liquid that absorbs throughout her entire form. It generates life energy via an efficient process similar to photosynthesis. This was easier on Mars, so she needs to supplement herself with more complex sugars...Choco cookies are pretty good, huh? The Mind is the center of her psychic powers and allows her to experience the world. This one needs to be near her senses, so its usually behind the eyes. It requires a connection of some kind to the Heart so it can be sustained by it. While her natural biology makes this a lot harder to occur, if the Mind is somehow physically rattled she can still suffer concussive like effects. The Key is how Martian's can regenerate some physical wounds and also responsible for how they reproduce. It creates new life. If necessary, it can be used to reproduce asexually, though the process is extremely demanding. Each Vital Organ is about the size of an apple. If M'gann loses one, she might be able to recuperate alright in some way or another. Two is big long coma territory if she's lucky. Three is obviously game over. They're called vital organs for a reason! - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TOOL Kinda…nothing? - N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SKILL Cooking! (She is not good at cooking) Punching things? Make-up? Hiding! She’s very good at hiding. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TALENT Cooking. Let’s make sure to get cooking on there again. (No, she is not good at cooking.) Math! A regular math genius. Oh, as a Martian, she also has more senses. She has the usual; sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. On the whole, most of them are equal to or even worse than the average humans. The exceptions being her sense of touch, which is extremely refined; and her hearing, which is pretty bad. Her most said word is probably ‘What?’ But she does have three more: a sixth sense, that allows her to detect spirits and the rhythm of the other side. A seventh sense, connected to gravity and the stars that allows her to navigate even in the depths of blackest space without a map. An eighth sense, that allows her to detect and see the psionic ‘auras’ of other lifeforms. The one that defines her as a ‘Pale’ Martian as opposed to a ‘Green’ Martian. And a ninth sense, that allows her to ba tu’anthrmag’iag with ba ta onron’y’aban po helvek’maelans. Uhh, that one’s a bit hard to translate into English. Regardless, this is the one the Reach hijacked to make her feel sick, weak, and faint whenever she gets too close to fire. It’s also the same sense the philosophers of her people tapped into to begin to discover the Life Equation. It also allows her to sense where the exact ‘physical location’ of state borders are. Like, you know that place in America with the Four Corners? Look, it’s hard to explain, okay? It’s the ninth sense! -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ M’gann M’orzz is a Pale Martian, growing up in a time of racial tension on her homeworld of Mars. She grew up ostracized from her peers, growing up in dominant Green communities. As a result she has low self-esteem, and even the smallest words of encouragement will get the lonely girl excited. Her life on Mars was unremarkable in many ways. She grew up in an alien culture. Lies were impossible. Connections between people happened fast. Art, music, and philosophy were thriving. In faraway places, Greens and Pales threw parties of reconciliation and peace with each other, but where M’gann grew up she had no such luck. The Life Equation philosophy began to spread, promising to prove that free will and spiritual freedom could be demonstrated as a mathematical proof. M’gann managed to find a pamphlet with some of the equation written down on it. Can you imagine seeing something like that? It was astonishing. But perhaps it was too late. Before Martian society could repair itself, an unforeseen threat emerged and decided its best option was to fan the flames. It was this time of tension that the Reach exploited, turning different sides against each other so they could do their research on the martians psionic and shape-shifting abilities in the chaos. During this time of secret abductions, one M’gann M’orzz numbered among the victims. They came for her in the night and snatched her from her home, often targeting Pale Martian communities due to the lack of security and attention. They enhanced her abilities, giving her telekinesis and enhancing her other powers, but the same psychic strength they increased made them unable to control her. The closest they could do was program into her with a psionic weakness to fire and heat so they wouldn’t phase-shift away from their experiments. Satisfied with their results and having no more use for her, they put M’gann into cryogenic storage. At least they weren’t wasteful. When the Reach came to Earth, they brought M’gann with them, deep in their vaults of experiments. During the battle, the ship was destroyed by Superman. He later recovered some of the wreckage and experiments within, and brought them to his fortress for safe keeping. M’gann’s damaged pod was among them. The kryptonian technology within sustained and slowly began to repair her pod to bring her out of cryogenesis without physical or mental damage. Years passed, and eventually, M’gann would wake up on a new world. But not just any new world. Tens of thousands of years had passed! Her homeworld, Mars, is now desolate and abandoned, the fate of the Martian people a mystery. Were they wiped out by the Reach? Made extinct later by an unlivable environment? Or did they pack up and move, for one reason or another? It’s impossible to know. Stranded on an Earth divided, she knows from her past that division and rejection only leads to a weaker society, one that could be exploited by the Reach should they ever return. Earth and its people must be united if they are to survive. And there’s no better way to do that than to become a superhero, just like Superman! An emissary of the Martian people, Miss Martian will take to the skies and do what she can to bring some light into the world. When she describes herself as a White, or Pale Martian, astute observers might point out that she is, in fact, very green. Martians actually have “nine” general senses as opposed to humans “six.” Yes, six. M’gann can tell with her “eighth” sense that some humans have latent psionic potential. And that same eighth sense is what gives her away as ‘Pale’ as opposed to ‘Green’. It’s as obvious to her and other Martians as skin color is to humans, but to humans, well, she just looks green. And it’s something innate about her she can’t just shape shift away from. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ This Miss Martian is going to be kind of a combination between Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter. Originally, the Manhunter himself was brought into this space and time by a science experiment of some random human guy that died of a heart attack right after. So such an origin is still technically possible, but basically, I’m playing an amalgam of both characters. I’ve also toyed around with Martian society and lore a little bit. I wanted a heroine that can exist in any space of a superhero world. Street level, cosmic level, magical level. Someone that can fly around and meet all the other player characters in an attempt to learn more about the world and herself. And obviously she already has a connection to Superman. In terms of overall plot, I’m kind of planning on free wheeling it and seeing how the world evolves. Though I do have some ideas based on an old comic run about VULTURE. I might combine that with AIM or something, to give M’gann an evil org to go up against on her worldly adventures. Evil science organizations are always fun. I’m nerfing her powers somewhat, to make her more interesting. The whole “Martians are as strong as Kryptonians” thing always struck me as untrue, in practice. Like is it really true? I'm not so sure. Besides, the flying brick powerset is the least interesting thing about the Martian! I also wanted to play a silly billy. I like it when the Martians do things like learn the true meaning of Christmas. I'd like her to be an implacable bright spot in any room. She has her own problems to sort out but she's a good person and an optimist at her core, because she has to be! And wants to be. While obviously she does have a certain sadness about her, being isolated from her origins, she does hold onto hope that the Martian people live on, somewhere, in some capacity. Or at the very least, weren’t all wiped out by the Reach. So that brightens up her spirits. That, and remembering that snippet of the Life Equation she managed to find. Due to a sense of Martian pride and being perhaps the last Martian, and in the hope of helping human society unite, M'gann only disguises herself as a human if she really needs to go undercover. For example, to solve a crime or find missing people. Otherwise, she prefers to be herself.

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Hello. it has been a little bit since i joined "one of these" as it were. but i am here again to try my hand at it.

i ran the Superman connection past AndyC first and got a yes, incase anyone was worried about that.

edit: added 'alter memories' to her powerset because i forgot it.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

My Hider

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

JURI HAN

Level 7: 23/70
Location: Fields of Gold
Word Count: short
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance: Level 7: 24/70

Juri had her arms lifted, hands together behind her head as she looked unaround, unimpressed, by the ‘Fields of Gold’. It was a muddy farm. Like, whatever. The path in front of them was narrow as hell. She thought about going around, as she didn’t care that much about getting dirty. Then again she didn’t care much about getting there fast right now, either.

Juri was in one of her more apathetic moods, apparently. Long walks never did her energy levels any favors. So she started walking. When she came across the broken cart, she casually parkoured over it without so much as a glance towards the milkmaid. On the other side, she saw the path ahead was rather unobstructed. A long narrow runway. It was hard to resist. Juri started running, speeding down the path towards Esaka.

As she did, she decided to let her Stealth kick in. Her natural sprinting speed gained a considerable speed boost, and it became a little game to avoid tripping over the walls. The power of invisibility was surprisingly liberating. Juri had the thought to seek out more forms of it, maybe one that wasn’t as noisy to people nearby. Juri smiled to herself, pleased at being a whispering ghost, skimming across the dirt trail. Maybe she should take up haunting as a new hobby.

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Sakura Level 10: 84/100
Location: Fields of Gold
Word Count: Short
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 10: 85/100

After explaining everything she could, Pit, the leader, took over. Sakura gave Pit-kun a little salute. He looked a little young, but wasn’t he also an angel? That definitely counted for something. Regardless, if he was the leader, he was the leader.

Sakura was eager to get to the city, so she wasn’t going to let herself get distracted by who knows what. Besides, she wasn’t that interested in walking around in a field anyway. She waved Rika, Junior, and Nadia off. Then she hefted her backpack over her shoulders and got to jogging.

They came upon a broken cart, which their new giant wolf companion promptly fixed. When Primrose said the wolfs name, Sakura blinked a few times. ”Mm!” She made a harsh humming noise, and looked over to Zenkichi with wide eyes.

”...Nooo. No way.” She said, shaking her head and smiling. Someone just named their magical wolf after the sun goddess, that was all. Or she was from another world. If they had an actual goddess on their team, this whole journey of theirs was going to get way too easy. Besides, the real Amaterasu probably wouldn’t have gotten scooped up by some false sun, Galeem.

Sakura followed behind the ambling cart, a skip in her step.

”Do you think I could learn a dance like that, Primrose-san?” Sakura asked, though the way she asked it was just into the very air itself, like she didn’t even expect an answer. The thought had just occurred spontaneously in her head, and so she said it out loud. ”A healing dance that really heals creatures and people. That’s really cool.”

As she spoke, her eyes were drawn to the various people near them, and the incredible vistas in the difference. Like some kind of crazy floating palace. She had said this before- one thing to the World of Light’s credit: It was beautiful and full of wonder.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

JURI HAN

Level 7: 21/70
Location: Avenger
Word Count: 762
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance: Level 7: 23/70

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Juri didn’t sleep. Or, perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that Juri doesn’t sleep. At least not for long. And definitely not in the same place. Being trapped on the Avenger wasn’t ideal, but she could make it work. It’s not like she ever got anywhere close to a full uninterrupted eight hours in. Juri was too restless to sleep. Seriously though, the less time spent on this hunk of junk jet, the better. The martial artist spent time loitering in the cold night air, overlooking the World of Light from the roof. She lifted her hand and saw right through it. Well, somewhat. Her own invisibility was linked with her Feng Shui Engine, so she could see an outline of her own physical form, just to make things easier.

She had spent some time stalking the halls while invisible, figuring out the limits. It was loud, as far as stealth tools went. People could her cloaking device if she got too close. If she Hacked, or did anything too drastic, the cloak would become even more obvious. So a lot of the coolest parts about being invisible were lost to the garbage. What a joke.

On the other hand, the duration was limitless. As long as she stayed a safe distance, she’d never get picked up by anything. And something about the Stealth and her Feng Shui jived real nice, and she was able to cover some serious ground, wicked fast. So that wasn’t garbage at all. Juri would just have to be smart about when she used it.

Juri snatched some breakfast and was retreating to a far corner when she saw a familiar face, and promptly went to plop herself down next to Sakura.

”Oh! Uh. Hello. Juri-san.” Sakura said with a blink.

”They let you in here. They know you’re a literal giggling school girl, right?” Juri asked.

Sakura furrowed her brow. ”Well, y’know- I’ve actually done pretty okay. I helped kill two Guardians.”

”Wow, yeah, they’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel. But even they don’t know you ripped all your moves off from some homeless bozo.” Juri asked.

Sakura set her hands on the table. ”You know I’m down to fight anytime, anywhere! Let’s go right now!”

”Send you crying home to mommy before you’ve even finished having your wittle oaties? Maybe later, kid. If you wanna get crushed that bad, I’ve heard the next place will be the perfect place to do it.” Juri said.

”Well…okay. ” Sakura said, not really being able to argue with that.

Juri sat up and took her breakfast with her, scoffing and shaking her head. Where did they even find these people? ”What a joke.”

Turns out there were going to be even more jokes in the Seekers soon enough. Between the smoked out girl and her crappy robot, a giant dog that couldn’t even talk, a little rat thing, and…some fat old guy? ”Gimme a break.” Juri rubbed her face.

Suddenly, Juri was being offered something. Supplies. She plucked the medkit and the armband from the givers hands and looked them over with a frown. Then, she smiled, in that odd, discomforting way. ”Keepin’ me around? Oh, yeah, you’ve got my gratitude. I’ll plunder all sorts of goodies for this place. Should be a lot of fun.” Juri rolled her neck.

”Let’s get this show on the road. I’m ready.” Juri said, and slid into the hellpod. It was actually pretty fun.

On the ground, Juri emerged from her hellpod and rolled her eyes as Sakura gave her little speech. When Primrose revealed the names of the four kings, Juri scoffed again and shook her heads. ”Bison’s a real entrepreneur. Tried to take over the world like half-a-dozen times. Kidnapping, human experimentation, murder, terrorism. Guy’s done it all. Big fat loser never managed to pull anything off for real, though. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s planning on stabbing the others in the backs and taking over for himself.” Juri said.

”If his agenda is the same as it was on my world,” she continued, ”Whoever does good in his tournaments goes on a list and ends up as a human ki battery or replacement body. He's probably playing it different, given the circumstances.” Juri said. She’d know, she worked for him for a while. She might even go that route again, here, depending on what happened. Since yesterday her sour mood on Bison and hers shared memory-wiping immortality lightened a bit. Don’t overthink it, Juri, just try and rip his eyes out and see how that makes you feel. Probably a lot better.