[Twi] Twilight the lynching: The Gathering Storm

[Cracklord]

Midnighter
He bursts out laughing. A 'BANG' Flag shoots out, and a trapdoor opens beneath you. Just shooting someone isn't funny, afterall, when you can set up an overly long gag, and you have walked right into it.
He waves as you plummet, falling two hundred feet towards spikes. "Do send a postcard, I'd love to hear from you again, tell me how you're doing."

Darksied
"This body is weak. Old flesh, worn and flabby, grown soft from disuse." He says, the deep pools of his eyes glimmering. "But I am more then my body." There is a soft undercurrent of humor in his words, as though fighting not to laugh. "I wish to serve you, of course. But if you try and harm me, you will find that it is you who are mistaken in their assesment of the situation... about a great... many... things."
He's not bluffing. He knows what you are, and he's still confident. That alone is enough for pause.

Zedd
You better. I know nothing about Power Rangers.

Oracle
Alfred set the tray down on the nearby table by his charges elbow.
"Well, if you've finished drooling over a woman, perhaps you'd care to turn your attention to a little sustenance before you resume your work?" Alfred replies drily, with one cocked eyebrow.
Such is the power of Alfreds dry comments that none can resist him. Deadpool is in the hallway, brought to tears by an off-hand dry observation.

Light
"Innovation. Good." Sinestro replies approvingly. You hear a squeal, then a hiss, as he wraps a sinewy arm around Misa's throat.
"Now I have a hostage. What's your next move?"

Shotgun Suzie
"None that I know of, I was paid a considerable retainer for both of them, to hold them until that man..." He points at Ash "Comes in. So here they are."

The Tower
You have drown the greatest of the Old One's attention. Yog Sothoth. By the ancient bargains, he will answer one question, then take a price of his choosing. He will answer any question truthfully, even ones like 'How do I kill you?'.
But he never fails to exact his price.

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[doliest]

Zedd
"Zedd! What is it!? I was in the middle of-"
"I need your help, Rita!"
"Help yourself!"
"Why you insolent little witch! I should-"
"Get lost? It's in your best interest
"Get down here and make a monster!"
"Fine, you incompetent excuse for an emperor!."
Rita(and Goldar, Rito, Squat, Baboo, and Finster, even) appear alongside Zedd. She points her staff at a nearby...slot machine. It grows into a massive monster composed of a Slot Machin with legs and arms.

Slot Monster
"OOOH! Time to play, Lizard Boy!" The machine runs forward, tackling the King.

Light
"Carrier. Deactivate Gravity." Light gambled that that would be enough to get Sinestro to let go of Misa.

[darkblade]

Oracle

"It was for the skull. Honest." Of course the skull would stay silent in Alfred's presence probably has some arbitrary "no talking to british butlers" rule or something. Magic makes no sense like that.

A bright shade of beet red Barbra takes some of the food Alfred prepared for her. "Bob acknowledge the Butler and stop making me look crazy."

***

Darksied

"Your power is but a minor viral infection that we eradicated on the Fourth World while your ancestors were still struggling with fire." Darksied says holding out his hand to cure the midiclorian infection this poor man suffers from. Let it not be said that Darksied is not merciful.

***

Lanterns

The energy of the Starheat destroys the Shadows but the Darksides are close enough now to bring their fists down over the Lantern's heads.

[Cracklord]

Light
"Weaker." Sinestro comments, long experienced at flying. Misa is kicking at him, and screaming. You'd be annoyed, except Misa making so much noise and disturbance lets you tell exactly where he is. You wonder if she realizes it, or just happens to be helping you out.

Zedd
"Mistress!" Zim says, obnoxiously reminding you of his presence. "I was able to foil the attentions of the Blue furred smelly human! HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE! ONCE MORE IRKEN SUPERIORITY IS DEMONSTRATED!"

Oracle
"Quite alright, I assure you." Alfred replies. "Master Bruce talked to his gadgets when he thought nobody was watching. It's perfectly natural for you to talk to poor Yorick there. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go check on Master Grayson."
Bob sighs in relief. "Finally. I thought he'd never leave."

Darkseid
Heresy. What Midi-chlorians are you talking about? What are Midi-chlorians anyway? Next you are going to suggest they make a lanky anthropomorphic CGI frog wih a whacky voice and accent a major character!
The Emperor shakes his head. "Such arrogance." He says, smiling. "A flaw that has defeated you time after time. A weakness you can ill afford." The Emperor walks over to you, slowly. This old man is not weak. Not at all.
"You see, my friend, flesh does not easily support this great power. I am sickening. Dying. So the offer appealed to me. But they found my will harder to control. I am not some criminal with delusions, nor am I so easily suppressed. I am the dark side!" He stares at you.
"And yet, you are more then me. So much more. And so..." He bows again. "What do you command, my master?"

Kriea
You stumble over in time to here all this. Darth Sidious, a dark lord of the Sith on par with your apprentices, and Darkseid, the God of Apokolips.

Azazel
A park. There is a pond, with ducks quacking. A man in a perfectly cut suit with designer sunglasses and the sort of confidence you couldn't fake is sitting there, feeding them bread crumbs. The ducks that eat them choke, but it doesn't stop others from taking them. Ducks are like people, they don't learn.
Crowley looks up and waves you over to the bench. Behind him, secret service men and women in nondescript suits, all serving various agencies discuss the world over coffee and light pastries. They all have names like Mister Road, Town, Door, Wood, Smith, and Church.
Crowley has managed to get back into the favor of hell after his role in the almost apocalypse on another world. You still outrank him by a goodly amount, but he is the one who reported the disturbance and noticed what was happening, and so he is the one you are supposed to talk to.

The Stig
The spider continues to advance. It became dark as night, dark as starless night, darker then any night, then so dark the lights of the ship were as candles spluttering in the deep depths of the world were ancient things gnawed on the roots of creation.
In the depths of the darkness waited the spider.
You're aware of it in your mind, not any of your body sense that are unable to penetrate the gloom, or the ship which is insisting there is nothing there, just like parents insist to kids that there is nothing waiting for them in the dark, and they are perfectly safe.
In your mind you can feel it's immeasurable length on either side of the ship, its height, dark beyond black, cold beyond ice, cruelty beyond evil. In your mind you sense tendrils of dark that weather around the ship, stifling the lights, and then one by one they go out, dwindling to nothing as the light and heat is stolen. The ship is dying. You have to get out of here quickly, before it's too far gone, the ship is completely gone, and the Spider comes for you.

The Midnighter
The gun triggered the trap, and you didn't notice. You'd feel stupid, except who would have seen this coming? Instead, you grab the edge of the pit. It's been greased with pigfat. Might as well try and punch fog.
Bastard clown one uped you no mistake.
"Now, batsy would have a grappling hook or something like it on his utility belt that he keeps there in case something like this ever happens. So I suppose I'll be seeing one any second."
The pit is narrow. You manage to get your boots on either side and flex with them, holding you in place above the drop. You're still slipping slowly, he greased the edges with pig fat, but it's a much slower thing.
"Any second now."

[Gulping]

Ryoma

"Cloaking? Pfeh. Need to do better than that. All it means is that you're harder to see."

Ryoma has several things going for him in his current situation.

First, he has absurdly good spatial awareness and coordination. Being a martial artist, then a Getter pilot has pretty much given him nigh-supernatural abilities to detect and track almost everything within his area of perception.

Second, Getter Energy reinforcements have honed his senses to a point that pretty much any doctor would declare so utterly impossible that he would question whether or not whoever told him the numbers was actually capable of mentally processing information. Ryoma's eyesight is hovering around 20/.2, and his hearing range reaches from the deep subsonic to the highest ultrasonics. Getter is also the reason why he's capable of processing that kind of information.

Third, no cloaking device is perfect. Even if they do provide perfect invisibility, there's other ways to detect something. Like by the sound of their footsteps, or by feeling the air being displaced as they move around you, or the high-pitched electrical buzzing that their cloaks give off while operating.

And last but not least, Ryoma is a master of sleight-of-hand.

The ultimate point is this: Ryoma has sprayed a volley of missiles over towards one of the Predators, embedded a thrown axe a fair way into the head of another, and is looking directly at the third and grinning like some sort of large, sadistic shark. Or cat. Or a shark-cat.

The Stig

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LOADOUT CHANGE: PRISM RHYTHM WAVE CANNON

Huh. So it can talk? Interesting. You set the R-100 to hover, pop the cockpit, and stand up, arms crossed over your chest as the Spherical Radome Force DX's built in communications system amplifies and broadcasts your signal, allowing the giant, apparently nonexistent spider to hear your words. As an Un-Thing, she has no trouble understanding your nauseating, migraine-inducing 'language.' This means that you don't have to fumble around trying to translate yourself, and can actually 'speak' clearly for once. Under any other circumstances, it would be refreshing.

*Some say that on really warm days I shed my skin like a snake, that I created Branston Pickle, and that my heart ticks like a watch and is positioned upside down.
Some say that I see everything in shades of International Danger Mauve, that my breath smells of magnesium, and that I sleep upside down and inside out.
Some say that roam the woods at night foraging for wolves, that my toenails are like a woman's nipples, and that my genitals generate a small gravity field and are capable of serving as a bottle opener.
Some say that I, despite all protests, have been producing artificial sperm for years, that I possess the multiverse's largest collection of pornography, and that I invented not only curtains, but the month of November.
Some say that my earwax has the flavor and consistency of turkish delight, that I have a digital face that you can run your finger down in order to unlock me, and that my legs are hydraulic.
Some say that I have adhesive tears, two sets of knees, a tattoo of my own face on my face, glow-in-the-dark teeth, luminous discharge, and that if I were to catch fire, I would burn for a thousand days.
Some say that I become incredibly bulbous on Thursdays, that I have a line of fragrances coming out for Christmas that includes the fresh scent of Wednesdays, that my ears aren't in the right place and that I have great and terrible plans involving the moon.

All they know for sure is that I'm called The Stig.

And you are Not.*

And she isn't. You Know that.

You drop back into your seat, close the cockpit, and release the charge you've been storing in your Wave Cannon for some reason. It really is quite dark in here, and the rainbow of energy that this Cannon produces should do fairly well at lighting things up in here, if only for a moment. That done, you blast off in pursuit of that helicopter. This cave isn't that large, and you're faster than they are. Besides, with this setup, tracking them should be a piece of cake.

The Stig For Realsies.

Oh crap. She just knocked out two extraordinarily important systems that should never, ever, ever be turned off for any reason.

One of them was the Force Device Regulator. The Bydo embryo inside is free to grow and consume, and is already eating the control rods.

The other was the Wave Energy Limiter. Theoretically, there is no actual limit to how much energy a Wave Cannon can charge up. The problem is that critically overcharged Wave Cannons have a nasty tendency to do one of two things:

1. Explode with continent-shattering force.

2. Fire off a bolt of energy capable of tearing apart an entire planet.

You immediately hit the Emergency Ejector system, which pretty much jus engages a very powerful rocket attached to your seat and launches you away from the giant terror spider and the doomed ship. Within two seconds of launching, you've called up another R-Type from the Hangar System.

SHIP CHANGE
R-99 'Last Dancer'
Steady Photon-Belt Wave Cannon III
Claw Force
Psy Bit +
Enhanced Homing Missiles

You engage the emergency system and charge the Wave Cannon to full in the blink of an eye. There's only one thing you can do: Blast your way out of the cave:

You discharge the terrifyingly long-ranged Wave Cannon, then rev up the Claw Force's Red Laser System and use the short-ranged but powerful beam as an auger, digging up, up and away from the rapidly growing Bydo, the Doom Spider, and the horrific, atrocious bomb that was once one of the finest fighters ever made.

Kashima and Arisato

"I don't actually think it works that way. I mean, I don't know everything about the Network; nobody does. One thing I do know is that there's no known way of actually modifying Data itself. All that taking control of the construction of a new universe during a Conception allows you to do is change how that Data is read. Space may be perfectly hospitable to carbon based lifeforms, but it's still space. An atom is an atom, and an element is an element. All that changes is how that Data is interpreted. In order to directly modify the Data, you'd have to go to the source of it all, whatever the hell that could be." Kashima takes another chug from his soda, emptying the container. Arisato, meanwhile, has continued to take more polite sips from his own beverage.

He looks up, making eye contact with the seated man, and starts speaking again. "I apologize for interrupting, but I think I might know what the source of all Data could be. When I first got caught up with the Shadows and all back home, I did some research, looking at any occult knowledge I could get my hands on. One of the random things I found while trying to see if there was any information on the Shadows and Dark Hour outside of what S.E.E.S.' had was something called the 'Akashic Records.' Supposedly, the Akashic Records are an archive of every possible event; past, present, and future. Every single thing that is, was, could have been, or might be, all there for anyone who can actually access the thing to view and modify as they will." Another sip. Arisato's manners are absolutely impeccable. "If there's anything that could be the source of all Data, it would be the Akashic Records."

Kashima just shrugs. "Makes more sense than the crap that usually ends up being true. Like all that stuff Ms. Takao was saying about being the mother of the new world, back in my dream? Whaddya know, that was her entire purpose in Hikawa's big plan. She willingly participated in the Conception in order to bring about her ideal world; a utopia where everyone can realize their true potential as people. That was always her deal, bringing out the best in people. She was good at it too. Too bad Hikawa shunted her off to the side after she kick-started the whole thing for him. She tried to form a Reason, but she just couldn't pull it off. She didn't have enough power, and I couldn't help her with that process." He sighs, and slumps a bit. His face is the very picture of regret.

"Creating a Reason was something that only humans could do."

With that, Kashima removes his jacket, letting it fall to the ground behind him, and CHANGES.

"And I haven't been a human for a long, long time."

[Cracklord]

Kashima and Arisato

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Father is still for a long moment, considering your words, and your story. He looks at your changed form, and he thinks about that too. He's a deep thinker, he could have considered these revelations for a long time. But he is burning, burning with a desire to learn more, to have every question answered. He removed every one of his sins and implanted them in other bodies for this sake, to be truly above emotion, above emotional investment in anything.
"I see." He says, and means it. "Humans, once more, show themselves to be unique in the world. Uniquely gifted. And yet it is possible to see this information? Possible to watch it's flow, and learn what it means? Because if so..." His eyes glimmer with what might be avarice, and might be something madder, less human.
"If so then you have the key to learn all the secrets of the universe, all the questions that exist, all the knowledge that can be found."
He then closes his eyes, and his form falls away like a shell to reveal something else hidden within.

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"I'm not human either." He replies to you, his new form deeply unsettling. "This is my body, not the one I crafted for myself. And you are everything the oracle promised, everything and more. Could you take me there?"

The Stig
The Darkness and the Bydo are fighting, life versus entropy, as the Bydo does it's very best to spread and become powerful enough to defeat Ungoliat, and the spider attempts to suck the life out of the Bydo. It's too early to tell for sure who will triumph, but the spider seems to be winning, though the Bydo is growing in size from the emotional power of the spider.
Your lights flicker dangerously, and you decide it's time to go. Firing your cannon at the roof of the cavern, trying to reach the surface as the cavern collapses beneath you. You fail the firsgt few times, you are miles below, and uncountable tonnes press down, you can't even be sure you're on the same world.
Then you see a creasent of light, and fire again, bursting from the tunnel into the light, which colapses behind you. Anderson, KM and Kirby are all staring up at you, as you land your craft.
The tunnel closes behind you, like some great mouth slamming shut.

Ryoma
The axe clips the side of it's mask, scouring the surface and doing no real damage. The bullets, however, tear it to pieces, leaving it a horrible mess of what looks like chunky salsa.
Dead.
The one behind you was more careful. you feel a bite in your back as three thrown Chakram slice into your back, razor sharp and thrown with enough force to cut through flesh, muscle and bone.

Kamina
A highly potent, corrosive blue chemical hits your arm, letting off steam and a pink, bloody froth as it dissolves you like some sort of acid. The pain is excruciating.

Eddie Riggs, Dante, Roland Deschain, Scott
Blade gets up. "Destiny is just so much bull****. but I'm done here. Thanks for the drink and the games, but I got a war to fight. Any of you coming?"
Eddie is still being asked by the Roadie to help on stage.

Shen
Light washes over you, doing as advertised. You wind up with a skintight form fitting jumpsuit that hugs your curves better then the old one did but doesn't bare your midrith and a pair of gloves. No mask.
The Guardians are said to enact harsh penalties on those who steal from the Green lanterns. You are definitely going to get into trouble for this. But for now, you feel great.
Akuma self destructed. Resting near him is the faceplate of Doom. You wonder if he's dead, then shrug. Doom is the sort to have contingencies to deal with death. But he's not your problem anymore. Your problem is making sure you win here, and your team gets through this alive.

Those still in dead world Gotham
A tremoring shakes the city, the prelude to a bigger quake, as massive movements underground trigger a reaction.

[Draxx]

Kamina
Kamina is getting angry. The lenses of his glasses are cracked, his right shoulder is liquid agony and melted to the point he can't use it properly, and he feels light headed.

That is nothing. That is nothing at all. What gets him is his enemy are skulking in the shadows, refusing to confront him.

He shoots into the bushes, having no luck. Reloading quickly with far more skill then any amateur should have he fires at another flicker of movement, again failing to hit anything.

"You think I'm scared? You think you frighten me like this? WELL YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING! You can't defeat either of us like this! You can't make us give in so easily! A man never backs down, and a warrior fights to his dying breath. I am Kamina, leader of team Gurren, and you are an obstacle. If you would stand in my way, you shall be knocked aside! Are you listening to - huh?"

The clouds part, and light shines down on him. Blue light, a warm, feeling, the feeling of desire fulfilled. The feeling of promise, expectance and wish. The feeling of optimism in the face of all odds, and refusing to be cowed by said odds. Of never giving up on your beliefs, of never surrendering to the inevitable.

Hope. The light of hope, of warmth, of desire for a better future, a better tomorrow. In that moment, the flame that burned in Kamina became a raging inferno, one that would never be put out, come what may.

Kamina, Comander Of Team Gurren, You Have Great Hope, And Inspire Hope In Others. Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps.

Kamina smiles. His uniform ripples over his body, black leather almost skin tight, and a huge blue cape with he symbol of team Gurren on the back, fluttering in the breeze and giving him an ominous presence.

A beam of flickering light burning around his ring like a tiny fire dances and shifts, then suddenly streaks to form a new pair of sunglasses identical to the ones he just lost out of blue light.

He seems to glow with his own inner light, a glow that burns like a forge, encompassing the entire planet, and in that instant seems just as dangerous as Ryoma beside him. For a very good reason, he is that dangerous now. At the very least. He levitates off the ground, holding his finger up in the air while his right hand blazed with the power of his ring.

And then he laughs, a long and hearty laugh that's all the more fearsome because it sounds a little insane. He has no lantern left, no recharge, but then he does not yet have a need for a recharge. He just wants to throw down the gauntlet.

"WITH OUR POWER SHINING BRIGHT
WITH OUR HEARTS FULL, OUR SOULS IGNITE!
PIERCING HEAVENS NEAR AND FAR
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?"

Roland Deschain
Roland stared long and hard at Blade. He was a Gunslinger, unlike the others. Not to say the others weren't powerful, dangerous, or even skillful, but to say that they weren't Gunslingers, weren't the same. Blade knew the face of his father, perhaps better then Roland himself did.

It was so rare to meet an equal these days. Rare enough to even meet a Gunslinger, let alone one that could match him.

"We are Ka'tet. If you think the time has come to move, then move we shall." He says decisively.

A battered cowboy hat was thrown back to reveal a lined and careworn brow, a bandanna hung askew on his upper chest, and his revolvers clanked slightly, low at his hip within easy reach of his lightning hands.

"If you are coming, then lets go."

Yoda
"Not make, that bet I would, Hurm." He replies, limping on. "Our machine's battle, no place for us in. On it's own it must do. Survive on their own, our friends can." He points, at the silhouette of the world in the distance, a skyline of monstrous towers and grim, deadly shapes.

"That way, our path is." He says, pointing a stubby claw towards the world.

Thanos
Thanos looks up at a Darkside. Catching it's fist, he tugs it, then alters it's chemical composition and the shape of it's molecules turning it to stone, which he shatters with a swing of his fist, chunks and dust raining around from the force of the blow, so that the form seems to explode.

"Come. Send them all to die, send as many as you like, their fate shall be the same." He smiles. "Thanos of Titan will see to it."

With that he leaps, slamming another to the ground and beating it's tentacle face to nothing with his fits wreathed in cosmic energy, as though it's the easiest thing in the world.

Optimus Prime
Keeps on driving.

[Gulping]

Kashima and Arisato

Neither of them is particularly pertubed by Father's transformation. Naoki just shrugs. "I've seen worse." Minato, however, with an absolutely blase look on his face, takes out his not-pistol, and points it at his head. "Mara." He pulls the trigger, and with the sound of shattering glass, something fades into existence next to him.

"THIS is Mara. Apparently he represents some part of my soul. I don't want to know which part it is that he's linked to." His point made, Mara fades away into nothingness as Minato stows his Evoker.

Naoki detransforms and puts his jacket back on. "Eh, I guess we could show you around the Network. Just keep on your toes and don't eat or touch anything. Isamu got really interested in Amala, and he got something that caused screaming faces to manifest all over his torso. Then he went really crazy.

Also, although you can break out of the Network pretty much anywhere with enough power, only I can get you back in again. That's not a threat or anything, just stating a fact.

Everybody At The Show

Alright, I'm coming. just a sec. Sir Riggs, allow me to assist as well! My carrying capacity is as magnificent as my bladework! Sure. We could always use another set of hands.
Eh, you go right ahead, Blade. Something tells me that something HUGE is going to go down here in like, ten minutes. Besides the show? Yes.

AAAAAAAAaaah F**K! That ride SUCKED! Not that it was anyone's fault but that f**king knight guy and his f**king truck robot. That was HORSES**T! Armor off. Oh hey, how you guys doing? Turns out my big trump card didn't work as well as I thought it would. Stupid a**hole magic knight c**ksucker... Nice of you to join us, kid. Y'see Scott? Now that Travis is here, I know that the giant evil robot truck can't be too far behind. You say that as though it's a good thing. It's not. It's an incredibly bad thing. For everyone.
Hey, are you Travis Touchdown? I have a package for you. What the hell? Who from? It says 'Dr. Naomi.' ...F**K! F**K F**K F**K F**K! I refuse! I'm not taking s**t from her! You can go back, and tell Naomi that she can take whatever overpriced piece of s**t she put in there, and shove it right up her plasticine a**! Hey, don't yell at Ramona, you... Prick! F**k you kid. What the hell do you even care? She's the delivery girl! She's my GIRLFRIEND! That's it, I need to punch you. We're doing this. Right now.Heh. Don't bring your fists to a beam katana fight, kid. You'll live long-URK GUH STOP THAT, BOTH OF YOU. Scott, thank you for trying to defend my honor from the angry customer. It was very sweet of you, but if you do it again I will do... Something to you. Something unpleasant. Mr. Touchdown. I apologize, but I'm just the ninja delivery girl. Whatever problem you have with this Dr. Naomi, don't take it out on me, or else. Or else what? Suffering. Lots and lots of suffering. Right, whatever, sheesh. *shake shake* Hmm, sounds long, hard, and sort of thin with a flared tip. Also sounds like there's a dvd case or something in there with it. Let's just crack it open...

Ok. Nice. A new beam katana, looks kind of like that one thing she was working on. Also, there's some kind of cover thing, don't know what that's for, and a letter.

...TWO MILLION DOLLARS?! F**KING HELL! NAOMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

[Gulping]

Ryoma

Ryoma reaches around with one hand and yanks the disc out of his back. The blood on the blade is faintly luminescent, glowing with the familar emerald green of Getter. "Nice try, but you need more practice. How about another shot?" Ryoma sets his arm back, then hurls the slicer back the way it came, although Ryoma throws it something like ten times harder than the Predator did.

As the pilfered disc causes yet more ecological damage, Ryoma looks over to Kamina. "Nice duds. They do anything besides look snazzy?" Oh look, there's another weird visual distortion over yonder. Ryoma greets Mr. Distortion the only way he knows: WITH MORE MISSILES.

The Stig

You set down the 'Last Dancer' and half-climb, half-fall out of the cockpit, then stagger over to the others.

*Have Problem. Should Evacuate Planet. Force Broke Loose. Bydo Fighting Sentient Heat Death Shaped Like Spider Underground. We Must Leave.*

[Draxx]

Kamina
In answer, light shines out of his ring, illuminating the two remaining predators with a blue outline. One of them Rymoa blows to kingdom come with his beast of a gun, the other is the leader who got them with he Chakrams. Kamina flies over to him, his sword held in two hands. Blue light flickers down the edge from his ring, a monomolecular blade of light forming over the already absurdly sharp blade.
"You chose to be a wall in my way. I will knock you down like the rest." Kamina says, by way of eulogy. With that he strikes, slicing cleanly through air molecules, the Predator and the tree the predator was sitting on, a blow so clean nothing happens for a moment and it looks like he missed. Then the tree, an arm with two broken wrist blades that desperately tried to parry the blow, and the top half of the predator come crashing down to the floor in a tangle of snapping sounds.
Kamina levitated back to the ground, and the glow reduces, though it doesn't completely fade. He lands next to Ryoma.
"Well for one thing, I feel great." He says, smiling his cocky smile. "I can probably keep up with you now as well. Lets go hunt down the green frog guy and Asuka, and make sure they're not in trouble. They probably need us by now."

Roland Deschain
"So be it. Perhaps we will meet again." He suspects they will. All things serve the ka, no matter how they choose to ignore it.
"Fair thee well." With that he turns and walks out.

[Corvond]

Jaghatai Khan
"There is only one Emperor of Mankind. You are not he, but a false prophet and a heretic." The Primarch says, having followed Darkseid here. Jaghatai narrows his eyes at the tainted old heretic, then draws his gleaming artificer stormbolter plated with gold, which he levels unwaveringly at the forehead of Darth Sidious, pushing his cape aside with a flick of his free hand.
The Stormbolter is handgun to him that he can fire with his offhand while he concentrates on his bladework. To any lesser man it requires a turret to lift and aim, weighs forty kilograms and has recoil sufficient to disarm you. As in rip your arms clean off. The entire contraption has been purified, oiled with holy oils and sacraments that have been blessed, and polished to a shine, then be ritualistically purified of any taint. But as much as it looks like a work of art, or maybe a sacred relic, it is a deadly weapon indeed, a twin-linked high powered machine gun that fires self propelled miniature rockets, each one detonating with the force of a grenade upon contact, then causing a chemical reaction igniting cells from which the term 'cleansing flame' was coined.
“I am the punishment of my Father the Emperor." He says, his eyes flashing. "You sins must be great indeed, or he would not have loosed a punishment like me upon you.”
With that, he pulls the trigger.

The Blues Brothers
After stepping out, the car falls to pieces, then catches aflame as the fuel tank was ruptured and the metal nearby was so hot it's still letting out a popping noise. Why it took so long for a reaction is anyones guess, but it is now unusable.
Elwood takes off his hat and inclines his head, giving the car an impromptu funeral, before Jake tugs on his arm.
"Gig. Started ten minutes ago. Late. Move."
With that the two of them run in and head backstage, heading for their side to get their performance ready.

Cheshire
The Cat stretches luxuriantly, purring slightly.

Piccolo
The Namekian nearly faints in pain, as he takes his shaking hands from his forehead.
He knew how to use Instant transmission, Goku had taught him. Not very well, as it turns out. He was standing thirty feet from Apollo. And his torso was thirty feet away from it, cut off at the legs. They'd grow back. But it's still a risk. Not one he'll be trying again.
For the moment, he lies on the ground waiting to heal and gritting his teeth in pain.

[Murkus]

Azazel

The old goat woke up.

Azazel blinked out the blur in his eyes, pulling himself back to consciousness. He stared up at a grey-yellow sky, the ugly color seeming... familiar.

Hell. This was Hell.

But... the Colt. He'd always thought...

The old goat smiled, glancing around. Crowds of damned souls were hurried across the blackened plains to the lower levels, herded by legions of the foulest creatures ever to grace the metaphysical realm.

So it couldn't kill him. Or perhaps there was a different purpose to his survival. A deeper meaning.

He shook his head. It didn't matter. Lucifer, he knew somehow, was again locked away. Which meant Azazel was the creature in charge, for the moment. Or at least, he was one of them.

Azazel began making his way across the plains, searching for some sort of higher ranking demon.

[Colesign]

Vin

The Mistborn averts her eyes from the...strangness that is Yog Sohoth. "Elric, what's happened?"

Solomon Kane

Solomon Kane raises the staff in a warding gesture.

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
He quickens his pace, running up to Oracle's office and entering. Stig arrives then.
"Yeah, but how do we get out of here? We got here through the tower elevator, which disappeared behind us," he says, referencing himself and KM. "Do you have any ideas?"

[industrious]

Shen

Sighing, Shen slips off the ring. She'd keep it for when it was really needed. Plus, she'd probably have it longer too; the Guardian's wouldn't find out unless she used it. She hoped.

She continues on, searching for the rest of her group.

The Midnighter

Grappling lines were Batman's thing, not his. Instead, the Midnighter takes out a switchblade, flicks it open...and hurls the thing at the Joker. Or rather, at where the Joker's voice was coming from; he couldn't see the man at this depth anymore than the clown could see him.

He lets himself fall soon afterwords, and whispers a word as he does so.

door.

A minute passes, then another one. The Joker taps his foot, checks his watch.
"I beat him! Oh happy day, happy day! First the imitation, then onto the real thing; Mista J's rising through the ranks! And there's a whole multiverse full of Bats to put in my belfry!"


Then he hears a rumble behind him. And when he turns around, the Joker's jaw drops at what he sees. An enormous military fighter jet blasting at just below the sound barrier directly at him, wingspan already shredded due to the hallway, landing gear still rolling as the Midnighter, behind the cockpit, matches his earlier grin. He hadn't done this since Seth; he should try it more often. Roadkill was such a horrible and humiliating way to go, hardly suited to a man of the Joker's status. Which is why the Midnighter is laughing as the plane continues on its path; he finds the whole thing hilarious.

[doliest]

Zedd and Rita
Rita looks down at it, "Shut up, you little worm!."

Light
Light attempts to 'move' himself into the darkness above Sinestro and Misa. Still in it, but in a better position if he should leave it. 'Sammael? Any other abilities that might help?

Sylar
Sylar's flying and likely doesn't notice the quake. The Darkside he's attempting to slam his fist into the face of might.

[darkblade]

Dead Gotham

One of the rings Mickey was given flies off to parts unknown having found a suitable weilder.

Thanos's and Sylar's efforsts each destroy a single Darkside leaving three more to continue their advances.

***

Oracle and Kirby

"Bob? Is their some arbitrary 'can not talk in front of British butlers rule'?" Oracle asks the skull before turning to Anderson and the Stig.

"I'm sorry I got nothing, while you were out a bunch of other heroes Dr. Morbius trusted them Harry Dresden, Solomon Kane and Vin I think came through here and stopped someone from destroying part of the tower, they then left through a portal in the basement that closed behind them." Oracle explains what Anderson missed.

"There was part of the tower in this dump? Damn the multiverse must be worse off that we thought." Kirby chuckles.

"Bob how could we get these guys to the tower?"

***

Asuka

"But I can't go out there. Not without a mecha or something." Asuka protests following behind Yoda.

"I'm just a kid and I could barely handle those things with a mecha."

***

Dresden and Morbius

In near unison both myself and Morbius shouted, "What the Hell is that?"

I really wish I didn't leave Bob with Oracle right about now.

***

Darksied

"I accept your offer of survitude." Darksied says to the Sith Lord.

"Now take me to the source of these Black Lanterns and Heartless. I have much to discuss with them." Darksied says preparing a Boom Tube to the location Sidius gives him.

[AnimeKid]

KM

She immediately starts doing multiple calculations and scans for any escape routes away from the planet and how long it would take to reach them. "I am running scans and calculations as we speak, if push comes to shove I can fly myself and those who could survive into the earth's atmosphere while Stig uses spacious ship to fly civilians and those who can not survive travel in space without a suit."

[doliest]

Sylar
Sylar continues flying, looking for any signs of life; absolutely any. If the other people appear to have problems with the Darksides, he breaks off to aid them. These things weren't as dangerous as some of what he'd faced on that world; Alucard would have slaughtered them with ease.

[nanobot_swarm]

Godzilla
Godzilla decides to headbutt the slot machine, just cause he can.

[doliest]

Godzilla
The monster grabs at Godzilla's head, trying to catch it and stop it.

[Cracklord]

Midnighter
Unfortunately, the entire was shielded by Doom to prevent such an easy solution from happening. Only logical, of course. That's why you had to come here via Oa...
Kidding.
The Joker stares at you for a moment. "Now that's hardly in the spirit of things." He says, then turns and sprints away, running through the twists and turns of the hallway like a rat in a maze.
You smash through a few more walls, then the wreck comes to a stop. He got away, but you beat him alright.

Oracle
"None that I know about." Bob replies, answering both your questions at the same time. "The Cullens had a portal there last time, maybe they know how to make another."

Jaghatai Khan
You miss. The old man is a singularly powerful psycicer, he reads the path of the gun and bullets as you aim it, then simply steps aside.

Darkseid
You appear at the throneroom. Odin stands up, grey eye staring at you. "Do you have something to say?" He asks.

Light Yagami
Sammael doesn't offer you anything. It's not like you have anything left to offer him, afterall.
You move, until you feel yourself settling around the source of the noise.

Shen
You find Apollo and the top half of a Namekian in short order.

Akuma
The river of death flows around you. A short, hunched figure stands squarely in the river, eyes squarely meeting yours. "I be Kallad, Gatekeeper." He says, then offers you a small smile, one warrior to another. "I'm to take ye on ye're final journey."

KM, The Stig, Kirby, Anderson
A full scale evacuation of the planet is not really feasible. For one thing, the only crafts available belong to The Stig and can only fly a few people at once, for another there aren't any habitable planets for a long while.

Blues Brothers
You make it to the stage with seconds to spare.
Donald Dunn is tuning his base guitar, which consists of enormous strings tied from one side of the stage to the another, made out of carefully blown glass and pulled taunt. He's puffing away at his pipe as he works, getting the soothing cords of twelve bar blues just right.
Isaac Hayes is sitting at his keyboard, that seemed to be an entire tree. It was a dark, primal tree, one that seemed as old as the concept of music. A thick black trunk shot through the air, branches wove a dense canopy with leaves dark red like a thousand blood stained hands, and misshapen roots lay across the stage. A six layered keyboard had been carved into the trunk, the keys all playing different notes, some to hight to hear, others so low it was like the earth itself was rumbling.
Steve Cropper removed an acoustic guitar, and with a cigarette lighter let the strings on fire, the flames doing interesting things to the lighting, and somehow not spreading to the wood or consuming the strings.
Willie Hall is assembling the drums, a long and complicated process, drums ranging from tiny ones the size of a clenched fist to massive ones the size of a parking space. Big as he was, he's soon lost within the assembly.

Eddie Riggs
The band is all assembled, the Killmaster on the base guitar, metal spiders weaving him his strings, the various fans and followers all watching from the side. There are enough speakers to liquify the front rank of the crowd, and the finishing touches are being put on the stage. It bristles with weapons.
And then, the screens hiding the stages from the sight of the crowd fall away, and you find yourself staring out.

War of the bands
The announcer steps forward. Teddy Roosevalt, wearing a coat and tophat, looking like the worlds most awesome circus ringmaster.
Teddy Roosevalt was sponsoring this out of his own pocket, giving the people what they want. Bread and Circuses, his classical education noted wryly.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to present this, Ironheade, and the Blues Brothers!" He says into the microphone.

Coop
More trees and follighe are pulled into the plantmonster chlorofiend, repairing it and increasing it's size still further. Its new arm is noticably smaller then its other one, making it painfully asymmetrical. It swings a bigger, bulkier and even more knobby fist your way.

Zedd and Rita
Zim falls silet, his attempts to get you involved in the wider plot remaining unnoticed.

Azrael
The form of Shax, Marquis of the legion appears above you, a massive, indistinct humanoid body and cruel head, like that of some infernal heron. With eyes of flame, the ancient demon stares at you, seeming to consider something, then at last is speaks, a voice so calm, so refined you can't believe it was issued from this monstrous form.
"There is a soul that needs to be retrieved, Azrael." It says. "We do not appreciate poaching from perdition, no we do not. Retrieve it, along with whoever holds it, and kill all with them."

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
"I'm afraid that all we can do is rescue Oracle and her family and take them with us. We haven't the time or resources for anyone else," Anderson says. He's the Wrath of God. Mercy and Compassion weren't his departments.

Coop
He has many, many buttons and many, many differing attacks. He pushes three buttons at the same time. the first one shoots what could be called a flaming 8-ball, if the ball was red, had green flames, and had a G where the 8 would be. Getter had some modifications. The ball, if left unperturbed, would explode in the center of the chlorofiend. The second button causes his swords to grow in length, turn green, and have the hottest of green flames around them. The third is the most frightening. It turns the mecha into a phoenix of flames, covering it in the very same green flames that he's been using to this point. He promptly slams his swords into the fist and glides along it, burning everything that comes in close to the flames to the core.
"I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE! AND I BRING YOU... FIRE!!!" he yells as he goes completely insane on this beast. If Ryoma didn't already have the spot, Coop would have made a good candidate for the Getter in another time and place.

[darkblade]

Oracle

Babs points to the ooze stain on her floor from where Alice was taken care of. "Thats what's left of the Cullen family, Bob. Anyone else who might know?"

She then turns to Anderson and company. "Why are we evacuating Earth?"

***

Darksied

"Odin? God of the Norse, Third World. Your time has long since passed One Eye. Relinguish your power unto Darksied." Darksied has to surpress a laugh, the New Gods exist only because the Old Gods died and yet here he stands facing one of the Old Gods weilding power well beyond his due.

[Murkus]

Azazel

The old goat floats up to Shax's height, crossing his arms. "Who is this soul that one such as I am needed to retrieve them, Shax? Why not send one of our hunters?"

Azazel smiles a bit, the goat-man head curling up gruesomely. "I do have better things to do, if you haven't noticed. The mortal realms are in utter chaos, and Heaven can do naught to stop us."

[doliest]

Light
'Sammael? You'd better offer something. Now.' He stays in position, ready to do what he felt would work best if it came down to it.

[industrious]

Green Lantern Corps

Feeling the tremors, the corps set their rings to scan for their cause.

Jack T Chance

Walking on foot is slower than flying. Scavenging a motorcycle from the wreckage speeds things up. While the primitive Earth technology was a toy compared to some of his other rides, there was still something quite thrilling about the vehicle.

Engine roaring, Chance speeds on as he continues his search for those controlling the Black Lanterns.

Shen and Apollo

"What happened?" Shen asks as she approaches Apollo.

He doesn't look up. "Bendix. I got separated from the Midnighter. Let's keep searching."

The Midnighter

He exits the cockpit, and smiles. Now he's the hunter. And he can live with that.

Ghost Rider and Jackson King

((Where are they now?))

John Taylor

I sigh.

"Appeasement isn't going to do us any good. It didn't work with Chamberlain, it didn't work with Lilith, it didn't work with the Walking Man...and it won't work now. We still need options."

Shotgun Suzie

Greed and curiosity replaces paranoia, as Suzie gleefully rips into the package like a three-year old on cocaine.

[Gulping]

The Stig

*Underneath Facility. Found Something. Monster. Immune To Weaponry. Destroyed Vital Systems On Fighter. Freed Bydo From Force Device, Broke Safety On Wave Cannon.*

You produce another projector and replay the footage that you got of the confrontation.

*Best Outcome Is Monster Destroys Bydo And R-Type Before Either Can Go Off. Worst Outcome, Bydo Absorbs R-Type's Energy, Consumes Monster, Then Rest Of Planet.

Can't Do Anything But Wait, See What Happens. Get Ready To Run.*

Ironheade Presents: Eddie Riggs and the Roadies

Ok. Everyone get into your positions. I'm Lead Guitar. Stills, Dante, you guys back me up. Scott, follow Killmaster's lead. Travis, Ramona, get on the control board and the synths. Gil, Kim, the drums. Should I use Nevan, then? You bet your ass you should. Have you SEEN the kit the other guys are sporting? That s**t is INTENSE. I figure that a demonic scythe-guitar that shoots friggin lightning bolts should go a fair ways towards making up the difference. I was thinking maybe you should use it, actually. You SAW how it reacted to you when you held it. You mean turn into a hot demon chick who immediately attempted to probe my tonsils with her tongue? Tempting, but I'm going steady with someone else already. Besides, you know how to handle her better than I do. I'll just stick with Clementine.

Actually, ever since you handed it back, it hasn't shut up about how crap I am at handling it compared to you. It's been pissing and moaning the entire time about how rough I am with it and how you held it in just the right way and how YOU know how to treat a woman whereas I obviously don't have a clue about such things because I am some kind of barbaric moron and the thing is just NOT. SHUTTING. UP. Seriously? Alright, if she's that insistent, I guess we can swa-MMPH *FACE SUCKING NOISES* Hi again, big boy. Still delicious, I see. *GASP, DEEP INHALATION* Could you NOT do that? Seriously?! That's a gooood question. Let me think abou-No. *MORE MAKING OUT SOUNDS* *STRUGGLING, WAVING HIS ARMS AROUND, BEING MOLESTED*

I feel inadequate as both a devil hunter and a man.
Alas! A dark temptress has struck down Sir Riggs, and at the most important moment possible! Oh cruel fate!
...Hey, Ramo-NO SCOTT, WE ARE NOT MAKING OUT ON STAGE. Actually, I just wanted to ask you if you think we're that attention-grabbing when we make out. I don't know how to respond to that. Give me a minute.
Stupid Naomi, stupid Eddie, stupid synthesizer, stupid control panels, stupid knights, stupid trucks, stupid sexy demonesses who want to make out with people who aren't me, stupid...
Dante, take my guitar. I'm gonna try and take Ed's. Are you actually going to do that, Stills, or are you going to try and muscle in and steal Nevan for yourself? I'm gay, so yeah, I'm going to take the guitar. Huh. Alright, nevermind, then.

Why the hell is my text THIS color? I don't even wear light blue. I've never been associated with light blue; so why do I get the light blue text? It's probably because I was already given red. I apologize, Miss Pine. Just shut up and get ready to drum, spider man. I hear and obey, scary angry girl! Fear not, for we will truly rock this house, for we will play these songs like men! And women! And women who dress like men! And men who transform into demons! And women who transform into guitars! And- JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!

[The Tygre]

Elric
"It is the Gate and the Key, the Lord of All Time! I invoked him to ensure safe passage away, but I did not expect his summoning! The walls of this dimension must be cracking for him to answer so! But this gives us an opportunity; quickly! What do we need to do? What act would give us the greatest advantage over our foes?"

Quenthel
"Quite a foe. This world is tearing at the seams, and you appear to have settled in with much more ease than I. Tell me, where do we go from here"

[darkblade]

Oracle

"What are the chances of the monster reaching outer orbit? The Watchtower can accomidate a large civilian and hero presence."

***

Heartless

The remaining Heartless flee from Sylar, Thanos and the Lanterns but their presence still lingers even after they are long gone.

"Hoo! Hoo! They won't got far. Just waiting for us to leave ourselves open to assault." Mickey says forming up with the other Lanterns.

***

Dresden

"Not summoning an Elder God that will destroy the Tower for them might be a start." I snapped at the Elf.