[Twi] Twilight the lynching: The Gathering Storm

[The Tygre]

Elric
"He is not a destroyer; he is the very foundation of the dimensions. He acts with a heavy hand, and he does not do so lightly!"

[darkblade]

Dresden

"He's what? The tower if the foundation of the worlds, I've spent the entire day getting lectured about that fact."

[The Tygre]

"Then the tower is but the building blocks; he is the mortar that holds it all in place, the cracks that run through dimensions, the space between the worlds."

[darkblade]

Dresden and Morbius

"We can use him to skip past the Tower's tests then? To get to the other worlds before the those seeking to destroy the beams." Morbius suggests.

"I don't like it. It's still an outsider and they are good things." I said shaking my head.

"We don't have any choice Dresden. In case you haven't noticed we're still traveling with Elric despte my sword's massive protests." Morbius challenges.

"A Knight of the Cross suggesting me be more morally ambiguous?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Harry Dresden suggesting caution."

"Touche but at the first sign of Lovecraft Mythos or Tentacle Hentai I'm blasting ugly."

[Colesign]

Solomon Kane

"Whatever this entity may be..." Solomon adds, squinting at...whatever it is.

"Any request we make of it should be carefully thought out and carefully worded.

Vin

"True." Vin agreed, averting her eyes. "A request relating to knowledge of the several options and choices we can make to save the universe might be the most effective thing we can ask of your Lord, Sir Elric."

She's heard tales of wish-granting demons, and takes care not to articulate a question that could be construed as being be directed at Yog Sohoth.

[Cracklord]

Darkseid, Kriea
Nekron recedes, leaving Wednesday once more in control. Abruptly the listlessness that had plagued him vanished, leaving Odin. For a moment he seems confused, then he finally comes to himself.
Odin stares at the New God. For a moment he seems to be thinking, as though considering the offer from all angles, then at last he speaks. "F*ck you." He says, with infinite gravity and self-confidence. "F*ck you, f*ck your demands, f*ck your offer, and f*ck the f*cking horse you f*cking rode on." He stands up, leaving the keyblade on the chair, and points one massive paw at Darkseid.
"You will die alone, unloved and unmourned. Your empire will crumble, your triumphs forgotten, your temples empty, your dreams unfulfilled." The words seem to hang in the ground, like prophecy, a terrible pronouncement that have a power of their own.
This isn't Odin, father of the Mighty Thor and king of the Asgardians. This is a shadow of a shadow, an avatar that has, through sheer bloody-mindedness and ruthless brilliance, attained Godhood on it's own.
"All I have is mine, and I will not let you take it."
Unnoticed, the Keyblade vanished from his throne, and with it collapsed an empire. Something, for a short while, would go on, but from here Odin's days are numbered.

Akuma
You are staring at eyes the colour of a winter sky. The face that framed them was old, deep lines carved on the features. A black and silver beard completed the picture. Another warrior.
"You're not ready to die." Kallad continues roughly. "Some like that come here. Defeat me, and you may live again. Many fight me, few win."

Vin, Harry Dresden, Solomon Kane, Michael Morbius, Elric
The greatest of the outsiders, the Key and the gate has formed. Congeries of iridescent globes, spinning in strange patterns and complex weaving , like strange galactic bodies.
"I Will Answer A Single Question." Yog-Sothoth says, so loudly the entire Tower seems to shake to it's foundations. The endless are insects beside this. "I Will Take A Payment Of My Choosing. Ask."

Light
Nothing could help you. I could make you stronger, but never as strong as he is. And if you are too good, you will be a threat. He does not like threats.
Sinestro is scanning the Carrier, waiting for the first sign of movement, a hint of where you are. Misa has stopped struggling and hangs limp, he pinched a nerve in her shoulder and knocked her out.

KM, Alexander Anderson, The Stig, Oracle
Bob rocks. "The spider can get anywhere. But it probably won't follow us up there. I hope." He's riding an emotional high, far to much so to be scared at the moment.
The Watchtower. A last resort. It has energy aplenty, but no supplies, no source of running water, no source of supplies, medical or food, and while it has room for maybe two thousand people, it will be very cramped. There is a reason you hold out in the cities for as long as possible.
But it's the best alternative you have.

Asuka
Light shines down on you, as the clouds part. And something descends. Reaching out your hands, you grasp a great key. You find yourself filled with childlike wonder at the sight of it.

Kamina and Ryoma
You catch up to Asuka and Yoda. You've also found the remnants of a Metroid Prime Hunter ship. You can use it to get where you need to be.

Quenthel
He smiles. "That depends entirely on who the King wants me to kill." He replies, belting the warpsword back on his hip to reduce the Daemons chill. Now his skin was hot, feverishly so, but it was better then the alternative.
"I imagine we'll know soon. Do you have anything to drink? I find myself with quite a thirst." You've got used to this. He always does after killing. He also has terrible taste in wine.

John Taylor, Fayt, Door, Sanya
"No. We don't." He says. He stands up. "I'll give you any support you need. You have convinced me." He says. He seems to mean it. Somehow you're not convinced he doesn't have an ulterior motive.

Dedede, Cheshire
You return to the asylum, then make your way to the prison, and see Kirby. He hasn't seen you yet.

Coop
The thing leaps on top of you, bearing you to the ground. There is a reason you weren't put in charge of the fighting, despite your millions of weapons and good piloting skills you aren't very good at actually fighting. The thing smothers the flames, with no oxygen for them to burn. Then you begin to creak. Given time, enough time, roots can push through almost anything, probing, finding weaknesses and exploiting them, making imperceptible cracks bigger. Sped up, it's doing to rip you to pieces, make it's way in, and throttle you.

Eddie Riggs and the Roadies
The crowd is staring at you, expectantly, waiting for their show. You have all you need to give the what they want, your stage is a monument to rock. The bones of Ormageddon have been made into the stage, massive monuments to metal have been constructed, it couldn't be more perfect if Eddie Riggs designed it. It bristles with weaponry, axes, cannons, flaming obelisks and chains.
But it will be hard. Quite a few of you have no experience with a live performance, and it's a serious band your competing with.
Lita Halford and Ophelia turn to look at you, both dressed for the occasion. "Lets do this." They both say in usion, and the Kilmaster begins strumming some cords.

Green Lantern Corps
Nothing, it's over quickly. Though that alone is strange, not even underground movement or other, logical explanation, accounts for this. The Heartless have all retreated.

Piccolo, Shen and Apollo
Your legs grow back with a spray of ichor and an unpleasant sound.

Jack T Chance
You come into the steel city, to find a plainly handsome, older man with maroon eyes and an Italian suit sitting on a parkbech, watching nothing in particular, his hands neatly folded. Alarm bells go off in your head as you get closer. Something about him is deeply unsettling, sending goose bumps all the way up your flesh.

Flandre
Your wings have begun to grow back, tiny nubs of flesh poking out of your shoulders. They are tender and sensitive, but soon they'll be OK again, and you'll be fine. Smiling, you look around, then hear a knock on the door.

Ghost Rider, Jaghatai Khan and Jackson King
You catch up to Darkseid to watch him, the Emperor and Kriea exist via Boom tube. Jaghatai is still on this side.

Midnighter
You step into a huge, underground room which stretches away in three directions as far as you can see. It was filled with seemingly endless isles of control panels and electronics equipment. Most of the panels were still and dark, but as you move you you see pilot lights coming on and here machinery cycling up.
Needles that hadn't moved in centuries suddenly jumped into green. Huge aluminium cylinders spun, spilling data stored on silicon chips into memory banks which were one more wide awake and ready for input.
Gigital, 3D displays of hard light indicated everything you could imagine, lighting up in bright, dot-matrices of red, blue and green. And from every directon came the deep, brass hum of generators and slo-trans engines awakening from their long sleep.
TV monitors, thousands of them stacked like a child's building blocks. Some sections of the vast video arcade were still dark, but many were on.
But in all this confusion, there is n sign of the Joker.

Azazel
Shax turns his head, so one inky pool stares at you. He acts as though uninterrupted, though he answers your question readily enough. "This soul is called Nicodemus Arcleone. He made a deal with the devil for another life. Now the Devil needs his service. But he is nothing more then a child, a babe in swaddled clothes. And so..."
Shax spreads his enormous, clawed hands, each arm and finger with three joints. "He needs to be made ready. And he needs a guide."

Zedd and Rita
Zim clears his throat loudly. "I HAVE A NEW PLAN!" He exclaims, then waits for you to express interest.

Optimus Prime
You come at last to the place. A concert is being prepared.

Blade
He starts up his motorbike, the ignition catching and the entire thing thrumming. Putting on his helmet he adjusts his sword and makes his way down the road.

[doliest]

Light
Light materializes above Sinestro and calls out, "Carrier. Reactivate gravity." Time to see if this would work.

Sylar
Sylar flies up, trying to find any signs of life. A building. A compound. Roving marauders, even.

Zedd
"Yes. Zim." He didn't want to put up with the Irken, but better to hear and reject than ignore him until he tried it anyway and got them killed.

[Cracklord]

Light Yagami
He falls five feet, at a bad angle, twisting his leg, and still has his back to you. Misa slips from his grasp, and the light has made him disoriented. This is you best chance to do some damage. But he'll react in moments.

Sylar
Nothing. Not a thing. The buildings are all empt, the power is all stopped, the plants are all dead or wilting.

Zedd
He puffs out his chest. "I am destined to conquer Earth and claim it in the name of the Great and Mighty Irken Empire! And now these monsters dare to damage it! It is my planet to rule with an Iron Fist, not theirs to destroy! These creatures by their own idoicy have prevented me from carrying out my appointed mission for the Allmighty Tallest!" That doesn't seem to be a plan. It just seems to be a megalomanic rambling.
He then pulls out an energy weapon he's been designing for the past three months. He begins to struggle under this massive weapon, three times his own weight and size. Buckling under the massive weapon, he accidently pulls the trigger at the ceiling. A beam of energy erupts out, burning a tremendous hole in your throne rooms ceiling.

Godzilla
This is your second enemy. You've already destroyed half the casino's in Vegas, torn the Strip apart and knocked down almost every single of the giant replicas and models around the place, as well as causing more collateral damage and loss of life then can be believed.

Shotgun Suzie, Ash
You open the first box. It takes a lot of straining, grunting, and finally a crowbar, but at last you pry away the lid. You both gasp at what you see.
An Eviscerator.
An Eviscerator is a form of obscenely oversized chainsword, favored by 'Redemption Cults' in the Imperium of Man. This particular one has a long and glorious history, and was previously a relic held by the 'Little sisters of the immaculate chainsaw'.
It's powered teeth are diamond tipped to keep their razor sharp edge, and the weapon makes an angry buzzing sound as the teeth spin around, intensifying into a high pitched scream as they grind into armour. It has also been fitted with a small flame-thrower called an Exterminator to aid in combat and add yet more to their mortifying reputation, as there is little one can do to avoid such a thing.

[darkblade]

Asuka

"Look a ship!" Asuka shouts running towards the abandoned vessel and getting it.

She waits for Kamina and Ryou to catch up to her. "Do you think it can combine with the mecha, I know it's crazy but nothing else has made any sense today."

***

King Mickey

"So where now? I've never been this far from the Castle when on this world." Mickey asks of the Green Lanterns.

***

Darksied

"I have no illusions Odin. As long as free will exists in the multiverse I too in turn shall fall like you in time. We Gods exist upon the whims of the insignificant worms we lord over." Darksied explains.

"It is one of the universe's great ironies but it is still the way things are. The first world died under their own ignorance of what they were, your kind slaughtered the second world in a fit of jealousy and humanity abandoned your Third World just as you reached your peak. As we speak the Fifth World grows stronger ready to topple my own throne, that Key you carry and the council you apointed is proof enough of that." The Dark God continues pointing out Palpatine but not letting Wednesday know that his Keyblade is gone yet.

"What you are doing is against the order of the multiverse, the multiverse has forces to correct errors like you. Yeild your powers unto Darksied and you may return to your Valhalla unhindered."

***

Dresden and Morbius

"How many licks does it-ugh." I begin to ask in a mocking manner when Morbius elbows me in the gut.

"Don't even joke. We can't afford to fail here Dresden."

[The Shoveler]

Anderson
He sits there passively. For all his knowledge, he knew nothing of rescue plans. Nor did he care. All he wanted to do was go to the next world to protect the beam for the Dark Tower. The needs of the many and all that what.

Coop
"OK, monster. You've teleported me to a lifeless planet, you've prevented me from getting a Mega Slush, you've doused my flames, and now you're trying to destroy MY robot!" Coop yells. Jamie and Kiva would have pointed out that two of those things were, in fact, Coop's own doing. He doesn't care, though. He pushes three buttons again. The first is his Ice Blaster, which covers everything around the robot in liquid nitrogen, freezing it to the core. The second is his Atomic Disruptor Cannon, which, powered up by Getter, is now able to go through exactly anything in it's path, opening up a hole the width of Mazingetter's chest plate. The third button he presses is his Reflex Cannon, which summons the bow of the Macross from the chest cavity and opens up two cannons, which fires hyper condensed dimension energy at the plants, which he sprays in a circle thanks to the openings by the ADC (if that worked). Coop may not know how to fight, but damn does he know how to destroy.

Flandre
She's grown up a bit since her last excursion in the human world. Not physically, of course, but emotionally. She's not the insane little kid she used to be. So she politely goes up to the door and opens it.
"Hello and welcome," she says to whoever it is.

[nanobot_swarm]

Akuma
Akuma nods, "Very well, make the first strike." He takes a defensive stance and waits to see what his opponent will do.

Godzilla
The slot machine grabs onto Godzilla's head, and the monster responds by bring its head up, and trying to grab the slot-machine-monster, and throw it off.

???
It has found a new world to conquer, a cruel alien being, traveling through space at great speed, has discovered the pale-blue dot we call Earth. With no hesitation it enters the stratosphere and begins to orbit the Earth, spying out targets to attack, and destroying any satellites it comes across. Eventually it enters a decaying orbit and makes its way down, aiming towards a large city it had spotted, New York, believing it to be the capitol of the inhabitants of this planet. By now NORAD, the Pentagon, and every other radar imaginable has picked up this massive object, and any pilots of jets deployed to investigate, will get a nasty surprise.

[AnimeKid]

KM

She nods, "The Watchtower is our best bet for safety, though it only a temporary solution."

Fayt

Seeing that thier business was concluded Fayt leaned over to John and whispered, "So what do we do now, also Ash and Suzie left a while ago should we be worried."

[Colesign]

Sanya

"Dobroe." Sanya says. "So, where's our next destination? I frankly feel we need to figure out how to make Miss Door here safe from her assailants."

He nods at Door. "You've been quiet. Is there anything you want to say?"

Vin

"Well, that's ominous." Vin said. She almost tries asking Yog Sohoth what the price of his choosing will be, but holds off.

"Elric." She says finally. "Since you summoned it, it falls to you to ask the question. I would recommend asking for knowledge that will give us the means to effectively save the Tower, and reality by inclusion."

[darkblade]

Oracle

"Once there I can work on contacting off world allies for safe passage. Ran, Thanagar, Tamarian, Oa if I have to but I really don't like those big headed egotists." Oracle explains.

"Did you try feeding some of it to Kirby?" She then asks.

"No they didn't. They wouldn't even let me chase it." Kirby says stubornly.

[The Tygre]

Elric
"Very well. Knowledge it is; it will do us little good to charge into the tower blind."

Elric prostrates himself before the Infinite Spheres, speaking in the oldest language he can pronounce, hoping it soothes the Outer God. The Melnibonean requests, "Lord Yog Sothoth, Master of Time and Space, Father of Years, Void Between All Things, hear my plea! Together, we share a foe! Together, we stand against a storm that would topple the tower of your design! We stand against the controller, the master of the one named Bella Cullen! We ask thee, o Lord of Magic, He Who Sees With the Stars, who has been the likes of Hermes, Odin, and St. Michael! Grant us knowledge, bestow unto us the power to conquer that enemy! Unveil the secret of its destruction! IA! IA! Yog-Sothoth!"

Kreia
"This creature is a god? I am left to wonder then why I have been denied divinity. I have crossed worlds and the barriers of death, birthed monsters and heroes alike. With but a thought I can conjure armies and snuff out souls like candles in the wind. And I can do all this without sacrificing my dignity and mind like a drunken fool. Go back to the shadows, beast. Your passing was not and idle coincidence."

Quenthel
The High Priestess sighs and steps out. She still carries Drizzt's armor, and wraps her cloak around herself for warmth. She spits out, "I would not be joining you on this little outing if I did not need to know more about this world. And if you are getting drunk, I'm going to make sure it's on something decent. I tire of this 'Boo-duh-wiser'; it tastes like rothe sweat."

[Murkus]

Azazel

Azazel's mouth moves in a slight 'ahhh' motion without actually making a noise. "Would that be Nicodemus himself? The Denarian?" Azazel clasps his warty claws together. The goat seems interested. "Fine. I will retrieve his soul. Do you have any further knowledge of those who poached him from us? Their location, perhaps?"

Azazel, before Shax can respond, gives a brief, barking call in the language of demons. In mere moments, the shrouded forms of two dozen lesser demons suddenly surround Azazel, some of his personal soldiers.

He figures that if these people managed to poach a soul from perdition, he may well need reinforcements.

[doliest]

Sylar
Hm. He activates his communicator, "We're in a dead world. Nothing lives here; not in this area. I don't know why we came here, but we're on the wrong world, I think."

Light
Light kick's Sinestro's mouth with a large amount of force. He wasn't trying to hurt the man badly, and he doubted he just had. No, what he wanted was to draw blood.

Zedd
Zedd looks down at the Irken and seems about to zap him, "If the slot monster fails, Zim, you're going down there. If you blast my roof again, you'll be going down there...at your current size!"

Ash
Ash looks at it greedily, "I'm the boy! Packing 50 pounds of heavenly joy!" He grabs the chainsaw, smirking as he imagined using it on....well lots of things, really.

[Gulping]

The Stig

*Scanners Indicated Monster Did Not Actually Exist, At Least As Ordinary Matter. Seemed Ancient, Primordial. Possibly Predates Known Format Of Reality.

Not-Bydo's Ability To Consume Monster Questionable.*

You turn away for a moment and start thinking. There's very little left for you to do here, realistically. You can't actually hurt the spider thing, and you don't want to try, given what taking another shot at it would entail.

*Oracle, Could You Call Some Form Of Assistance To Aid Evacuation? Transfer Population To Watchtower, Then Somewhere Else. Portal Capability Is Extant.*

Ironheade

GWAH! Alright, enough. We have a show to do. If we don't perform, everyone out there is going to be super pissed at us, and then they're going to get violent. So what you need to do is just calm down, and then you, me, and Ophelia can talk about this after the show. Alright? Oh, alright. Hit me, you stud. *CHANGING BACK INTO GUITAR NOISE* Nice.

OK! Are you guys ready to rock?

"YEAH!"

And you guys in the crowd! Are YOU ready to rock?

"YEAH!"

Then let's ROCK!

And we played the first thing that came to our heads...

Ryoma

"Honestly, I think that the G-3 might just eat this ship, and assimilate whatever the hell systems the thing has into itself. After a certain point, Getter just starts doing that." Ryoma walks in and sits down in the pilot's seat, starting up the engines even though he's never even seen the ship before.

Ryoma pilots Getter, which is one of the most fiendishly complicated machines ever created. The fact that he can handle that means that engineers have yet to make a control system that he can't use intuitively, and even if they did, Getter would just tell him how to use it anyway, so to hell with it.

"Ok, everybody sit down and strap in. We're going to find the fat guy and Getter, then we're getting off this planet, and then I'm just going to blow the f**ker up and be done with it. Whatever's here isn't worth dealing with frickin' invisible aliens and plant-bitches."

As soon as everyone's in, Ryoma takes off, getting as high as he can manage without getting ruined by the terrifying magnetism, and blasting off in search of his real machine.

[darkblade]

Oracle and Kirby

"I'll have you know that Not-Bydo also doesn't exist in your primitive mortal definitions of the word. I am the fear of all sentient beings mainifest." Kirby snaps.

"If you comes up you can try eating it before we evacuate then. Until then be quiet I got work to do." Oracle says opening a full comm channel across every safe house left in the world.

"Listen up, we may have another Class Omega threat coming in Gotham. The Spectre failed to even harm it. When finished here it will come for the rest of you I need a full census of all surviors and assement of your supplies I am working out the evacuation plan to get as many of us off world as possible. Any questions?"

With that done she attempts to contact as many allied alien worlds as possible asking for safe passage of human refugees.

[industrious]

Shotgun Suzie

Grinning at the sight before her(and more than idly considering killing Ash to take it for herself), Suzie rips into the other package.

John Taylor

"Right. At the very least, I'll want Tommy Oblivion. Sorry, Larry, but his gift could be useful. Who else..."

I run through the list of Powers and Dominations in the Nightside. Who I could, or couldn't use. Walker's old goons, mostly.

"I want three of the Reasonable Men as backup, in addition to Eddie, Suzie, and Dead Boy. You wanted me to be the Voice of the Authorities, so now I'm telling you what to do. Larry, get the Little Sisters of the Immaculate Chainsaw started on looking for Julien; we're going to need his guidance. Check the Fortress; if he's gone to ground, the UFO abductee's group is heavily defended and completely insane-it's a haven for people who've been targeted. Annie, find out what you can from your contacts. Everybody else, get the Nightside prepared for something on Lilithian proportions."

I wonder at what I'm doing. Tommy was nice enough; a good kid, really. The youngest Oblivion brother, specializing in cases that may or may not have existed. It was an act, really, but he sort of did believe in it. I saved his life, several times, and nearly killed him once as well. His gift would definitely be useful; his logic was infallible. Literally; I've seen him talk golems into vanishing into bursts of improbability, among other things. A real idealist.

The Reasonable Men were Walker's old hit squad. Battle magicians, trained by the finest tutors. Nothing subtle about them, though, which was a small mistake, but theoretical bullets and gouts of flame and chaos magic were good enough in the battlefield. Some people just couldn't understand creativity.

I turn to Fayt.

"The only thing we should be scared for is the rest of the Nightside. Nobody messes with Suzie. Not even if she was on the Street of Gods collecting a bounty."

Green Lantern Corps

"Ring, scan for lifesigns."

Jack T Chance

He stands before the man, gaze level, cigarette in his mouth, feet shoulder-width apart. If this were a Western, there would be brambles rolling between them.

"Hands where I can see them, buddy. I'm taking you in."

The Midnighter

Great. Tech stuff. He wasn't any good with tech stuff.

"Midnighter to Christine. I need you down here; there's a whole maze of high-tech **** for you to snatch info out from."

Jackson King

"****; we lost the maniac. Door: Wherever the hell they just went."

[Cracklord]

Darkseid, Kreia
"Don't flatter yourself. You could never have built what I have. Your as much a has been as I am. Today is tomorrows yesterday, and nothing you can do will change that."
He's himself, for the first time since he took over the organization. A large part of him wants to cut his winnings and leave, but he's greedy. Too greedy for his own good.
"All that's left of me is Thor, who sold out Asgard to be a human. I can't bear the sight of him. What will be left of you, Apokolips? Who will remain when your time comes?"
He spits on the floor. "You come begging gifts? I give you your life, nothing more! Now go before I take that as well!"
He stares at Kriea. "Being a God isn't a matter of power. Anyone can be a king, all you have to do is say you are, and if no one says different then king you are. Gods are different."

Flandre
It's Remilia Scarlet, your sister. And she's excited.
"He's here, he's here!" She's bouncing up and down, she's so excited.

Coop, Asuka, Kamina, Ryoma, Yoda
You arrive at the mecha, just as Coop uses more Dakka to destroy the chlorofiend. You've maimed the planet, almost beyond repair. Whether Ivy can force it to recover is work for another day. Ahead, you can see the skyline of the organization headquaters.

Quenthel
"Drunkeness is not a state, it is an experience." He replies shamelessly, with a kind of cheerful gravity that you find infuriating.
"And you keep me around because you need a big, strong male to work for you, not because I know anymore about this then you."
With that he sits down and opens the icebox. There is no shortage of chilled alcohol, but as usual Malus had been less then discerning, simply taking as much red as he could find.
There is a knock on the door at this point.

Elric, Vin, Solomon Kane, Dresden, Morbius
Yog-Sothoth rotates a few times, the spheres turning and changing, lights flickering and changing color.
For a moment there is a figure like Bella, or rather like a girl who wished she looked the part of Bella. The same features, or similar at least, the same hair, even the same look of blank incomprehension as she waited for another thought to arrive, but she had let herself slip into middle age, and surrendered whatever beauty she once possessed. This form slips away like a shell. Beneath it is another shape entirely.
A loathsome hag in a faded red gown, mostly bald, with whisps of scraggly grey hair clinging to her skull like mist on a rock. Once she would have been heavily built, but now the wrinkled skin of her face hung loose over the folds of her neck. Her eyes were rheumy, and one was marred by a grey cataract. The that slips away and for a moment you get the impression of a black, carapace, with a twitching thing inside. Then that's gone as well, and you're back in the Tower. Two words remain in your head, Stephanie Meyer.
"It Makes It's Lair Not In The Tower. But The Tower Is A Gateway To All Places." The Elder Thing says, slowly, as though having trouble explaining even the most simple of concepts in a manner you can understand. "To Ascend The Tower May Undo The Damage, And Perhaps Even Reverse The Harm She Has Done In Her Ignorance. But The Final Room Is Locked, And Must Remain So. As To Where She Is, She Exists But Has Not Been Drawn Out. As Her Extensions Are Killed, She Will Be Forced Into Corporeal Form."

Oracle
No response yet. You're left hanging.

Light
Sinestro turns, faster then you would have believed possible, and catches your flung fist, twisting your arm behind your back just to the point of pain.
"And you were doing so well. Then you stopped trying. Perhaps you realized you could never win, but that does not seem right." He twists further. You have to fight a scream. "Perhaps you thought you were doing too well, and sought to play to my ego. I think that is likely." He pulls further. You feel your elbow dislocate. The pain is intense, and your other arm is still unusable.
"You may have taken one world, but I am Sinestro. The entire universe quakes at my name. Against me, you are as helpless as a worm fighting an eagle. Do you understand?"

Green Lantern Corps
Nothing. Dead world, but a few plants. And even they aren't alive in the meaningful sense, so much as going on.

Jack T Chance
"Talk. There is so much of that, and so little has any real meaning. People filling the gaps between thoughts, nothing more. People talk to save effort of thinking, of really seeing their problems. Look at you, an urban cowboy ready to confront an evil-doer, take no prisoners. A man so obsessed with his pitiful code that he forgoes self examination and real reflection, becoming nothing more then a walking cliche, an insult to the plethora of human development and experience. What would the two of us have to talk about?"
He says, standing up and raising his hands. "What point of commonality could we reach?"

The Midnighter
Christine steps out from a portal behind you. She gazes around wordlessly. Her eyes glimmer like a girl being given an entire stable of ponies. "Oh my." She says quietly.

Jackson King
No response. The Carrier can't get you into the central world.

[darkblade]

Mickey

"You rings won't find anything. Only the dead live here." The King says using the power of the ring to hold himself at eye level with the other heroes.

"The leaders will be stationed in the Castle near the center of this mass of dead worlds."

***

Dresden

Well now at least we know who the true source of all this is but nothing else we didn't already know. "So what's the price?"

***

Darksied

((Didn't Thor commit suicide in American Gods?))

"My Twilight is not for a long time Odin. Your's is here and now." Tapping into the Omega sanction Darksied pushes the flow of time backwards to before Odin had begun sacrificing worlds to himself.

"Perhaps my Third World lore is lacking but weren't you supposed to be noble? A God of honourable conquest and yet you sink to stealing sacrifices from other Gods to sacrifice to yourself. Pitiful."

***

Oracle

"Damnit. No responses anywhere. Bob is there anyway for you to leave that Skull?"

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
"Who's here, sis?" she asks, wondering what all the fuss was about. She still knows little to nothing about what goes on outside her room, and she is starting to like that.

Coop
"YEAH!" Coop yells, pumping his and the robot's fist. He then sees the others coming.
"Oh hey, guys! Just had to beat up a biomass creature thing to nothingness. The robot is fine, though."
He turns the robot back to its original form and resumes his normal position as "right gunman".

[Cracklord]

Flandre
"Alucard!" She squeals happily. "Great Grandaddy!"

Dresden
No answer. The Outsider is fading. You begin to think that you got out lightly, before you notice Vin fading as well.

Darksied
((Yeah, but The Mighty Thor did not. Odin is part of world three, where his pantheon is the The Asgardians of Marvel fame, an extra-dimensional race of beings who were worshiped by the Norsemen as Gods. The rest of the Asgardians are dead, except Thor and him. He is but a shadow of a shadow who by virtue of theft has become a god once more.))

"That's something modern humans who think they are civilized made up. I was about death and survival. I was about defying the creeping end by any means that could be done. I was about the death of the world. Honor? I was the cold, the creeping night, and horned headed warriors who lotted and burned. I was death." He stops speaking as you begin your subtle attack.
Odin feels what you are doing. For a moment he is silent, then he's whispers something, his voice cold and quiet, like a chant. The one counter-attack that would work."
"A fifteenth. I know the name of all the Gods. Every damn one of them."
You feel Apokolips change, as he says three words, three words that should never be spoke and manage to cause fear even to you. Because as he says them, you know something better left undisturbed has been woken up. You know your empire as just been taken from you, and given to one you cannot fight or defeat. One who has every reason to hate you. You know he just began your twilight.
"I name your name. Yuga Khan, Awake!"

Oracle
Glowing lights filter out, in a cloud, and the Spirit of Intellect looks up. "I'll expect more payment for this."

Azazel
"He was reborn as one Nicolas Oliver, born to Sam Oliver, one of the Devils least promising sons. And now, we wish to put him to work. None of the Denarii have made their way to him despite a few efforts, so we decided to bring in an independent contractor."
He strokes his beak. "You are to help him as necessary until we can arrange for him to find the fallen. Advise, knowledge, and the like. Also, do your very best to make Sam suffer before you kill him."

[Colesign]

Sanya

"When we've assembled your team, Taylor, where's our destination?"

[Cracklord]

Vin
You are fading, as your body is taken from it's location and tossed across the cosmos. Yog Sothoth decided you were the price, and now you soar through time and space, helpless in it's grasp.

[The Shoveler]

Flandre
"Yay, he finally came to visit!' she almost squeals, running out the door with Remi to see Alucard. It's been so long since she's seen him. In fact, she couldn't even remember his face now.

[doliest]

Light
Light doesn't mention that the Death Note would let him kill Sinestro. That one drop of the man's blood would let him kill him. That he could see just how long he had left in his little life. No, Light mentions none of this, for the knowledge alone protects his ego, "Of course. Sir."

[Cracklord]

Light Yagami
"Then welcome to the Sinestro Corps." A ring, bright yellow like gold, is placed on your finger.

Light Yagami, You Are ABle To Bring Fear, Obedience And Order. Welcome To The Sinestro Corp.

Flandre
A tall man wearing a red coat and floppy fedora. Red the color of dark wine, or dried blood. He smells of blood, like iron and copper and fear, a tangy sent that nearly drives you crazy. Sunglasses hide his eyes, a smile that sends chills up your spine illuminates his pale face, and he seems to go up forever, standing miles above you. He's much too tall.
"So this is little Fandre." He says in a voice like razored silk. You're not sure you like that voice. It seems cruel. "To think."

[Murkus]

"Very well." The goat is grinning now, a grotesque mockery of the human facial expression. He likes the sound of all this. "I am to end Sam's life as painfully as possible, take 'Nicolas', and guide him towards serving us. This'll be a piece o' cake."

He turns to his soldiers, one eye still locked on Shax. "Goodbye, Shax. See you around."

Another bark, and the wispy demons form up. Unless the Marquis has any other instructions, the lot of them will take off into the 'sky', back towards the mortal realms.