Master Chief
Specter's Ship
John continued firing a blast or two at Clockwerk as he fought the others, but the blasts of raw plasma simply seemed to fizzle out upon contact with the metallic creature's body. He narrowed his eyes, before lowering his weapon. He was useless in their current situation, it seemed. His weapons couldn't penetrate that armor, and to top that off, the enemy was ignoring him. That's... not something John ever really expected to happen. Regardless, a new plan began to form in his mind. The Hunter had used the plasma cells earlier to cause an explosion, and a pretty good one at that. Flynn had copied this when fighting the spider-like robot, and now, Chief had the option to do the same. Only problem was, he didn't have a weapon to shoot the plasma cell with in order to cause it to erupt. He could use his knife... but no. He liked that thing, it was fantastic for getting out of tight spots. Thinking about throwing a sharp object reminded him off the now loose metal he could choose from that had nearly detached along with the rest of the room.
John walked outside of the entryway, and turned, planting his feet on the wall, magnetizing to it. With that out of the way, he reached with his free hand to a loose panel of metal, just a simple sheet, and ripped it from the side of the once-interior of the ship. Magnetizing his plasma rifle to his back, the Master Chief proceeded to bend and twist the metal until it resembled a sort of pole, with a hole straight through the middle. With this, he could easily hit the plasma cell, but once again, there was another problem in his plan.
The wind. He had no idea how fast it was, and he didn't have Cortana around to tell him, so he'd just have to eye-ball this one, and hope his luck would hold out.
As John readied himself, pulling the plasma cell from the now useless rifle, he prepared to throw it, before looking at Clockwerk, and freezing. It was staring back at him, and somehow, the Spartan was transfixed in its gaze. He found himself unable to move, or even react, and just like that, everything went black...
The Master Chief looked away from Clockwerk toward Hiro as Clockwerk attempted to bombard him with explosives. The Spartan watched intently for a few moments, calculating Hiro's movements, before suddenly tossing the plasma cell towards his ally, the projectile speeding toward Hiro incredibly fast as John, even faster than the plasma cell, brought the pole up, and threw it like a javelin. The homemade spear soared through the air, and just as the plasma cell got dangerously close to Hiro, the pole slammed into the plasma cell, forcing it to erupt, bursting plasma all over the Keyblade Wielder's position, seemingly smothering him in the cloud of fire and flames, at least from John's perspective.
As far as anyone was concerned, the Master Chief had just become Clockwerk's puppet.
Frisk, Alphys, W.D. Gaster
True Lab
Frisk stowed a glance at her companions after her request, to find that they... well, they'd learn. She hadn't been exactly superb at 'sparing' monsters until she reset for the first time. It was a learning experience. She'd work on them later. However, her attention was pulled away as the True Lab shifted, Maxwell calling upon the power he'd given himself to move the metal and form a thick wall to separate them from the others, making it simply just Maxwell, and Frisk. She gave her opponent a look that could only be described as 'Determined' as a transparent red shield appeared in front of her.
The first spike slammed heavily into the shield, but did nothing to it, glancing harmlessly off as two more spikes levitated into the air. Maxwell simply continued to stare at Frisk, who decided to ACT.
*Check
*Console
*Talk
*Taunt
It was very likely this was a one-way scenario, so Frisk decided to put aside the thoughts of different outcomes of the battle upon saving a checkpoint. Besides, she'd made a promise to Sans she was willing to keep. She chose carefully, and decided to talk.
*You ask Maxwell if he likes striped shirts.
*They're kind of in-fashion right now.
*You advise Maxwell to get one.
*All the kids wear them.
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Alphys gulped as she had to take a step back from the entryway she was watching the fight from, as the walls started to shift, and suddenly, her only exit was blocked. She was completely stuck in the True Lab. "O-oh nonononononononono..." She began breathing heavily, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Pacing, she continued to cast glances toward the now-dead-end, wishing it would open back up. She didn't want to be stuck down here...
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The good doctor simply observed the confrontation with mild interest, watching as Maxwell performed his tasks to the best of his abilities, and Frisk easily managed to counter them, before attempting to strike up a conversation, which was not surprising in the least bit. She attempted to play the pacifist in order to forget about her past transgressions. Her past... sins. Gaster had been forced to work hard to keep the timeline together, especially when Chara gathered enough power to start trying to break through. Those had been desperate times, but after Frisk, Sans, and a few others managed to fight and kill her off, Gaster had quickly swooped in to erase Chara's code from their universe. She no longer existed there, even less so than he. But that other Chara...
Gaster looked down at his hand, where the Time Stone was sitting comfortably in the middle of the hole in his hand. This item had managed to rip a hole not only through time and space, but the multiverse itself, pulling in a completely different Chara with a completely different story, despite the both of them having the same appearance and attitudes. Looking back up, Gaster waited to see Maxwell's reaction.
Ant Man, Hank Pym
Sonny's Warehouse
"Not without you!" Scott replied, though the ants were crawling back, away from the Porcupine, who took a menacing step forward, before a voice off to his right, at the front entrance to the building, distracted him. "Pick on someone your own size."
The Porcupine turned to see the newcomer, only to receive a blast of energy to his chest, launching him into the air, and speeding into the far wall of the warehouse, crashing through the back wall and collapsing in the small pile of rubble.
Hank lowered The Stinger, which was smoking at the barrel. "Scott. Hope. We're leaving. Now." He stated, then turned and began to make his way back to the van at a jog. Scott resized, seemingly appearing in thin air as he glanced back at the Porcupine, who still wasn't moving. "Wait..." He jogged after Hank. "'Pick on someone your own size'? Did you just try to make a witty one-liner?"
"Heat of the moment, Scott. Get in." The old man replied irritably as he opened the door, tossing in the gun, and climbing into the front seat as Scott found his way into the back.
Artemis
Serena's Room
The Goddess gave a nod in response to Serena's words as she turned from the window, to look at the girl. "Despite your age, you seem to be relatively calm about this experience." She noted. "You show a remarkable amount of maturity, though I suppose you would, given what I've learned about you. You travel nations with your... 'Pokemon', was it? With your friends. I imagine that alone is a tremendous amount of responsibility for a child to bear. Tell me. What is it you do on your travels, in places like this 'Hoenn'?"
Rick Grimes
Fenrir Far East Branch
He hadn't even gotten any shut-eye, still, and now he was kept from it again. He looked at the woman who'd entered, and announced herself as his instructor.
...
She looked nothing like Rick would have imagined an instructor. She wore light, lanky clothing, and her shirt was parted to reveal an uncomfortable amount of cleavage. Uncomfortable to most people, at least. Frankly, Rick didn't really care about that. He'd seen plenty of strangers and friends in the nude, so this was nothing. Though, he could remember back in Police Training, when he'd had to supervise some prisoners, and then they'd taken to the showers...
It wasn't a happy day for Officer Grimes, to say the least.
Rick gave Tsubaki a nod, rubbing his eyes. At this rate, he wouldn't be getting any sleep, and come to think of it, his dreariness was waning. He was feeling more and more awake with each passing second, and to top it off, he felt... well, powerful. Not powerful in the sense he was in control, as he'd felt the day he'd slit Negan's throat, but powerful physically. It was a new feeling for the man. He'd always been pretty tough for a normal guy, but now... whatever this Aragami shit had done to him, was clearly working.
Hopefully.
Logan
Goldenwalk Sewers
Logan looked up once again as Toph closed up the hole. To some people, this would be quite an extraordinary sight, but he wasn't all too impressed, considering he knew a particular woman who could manipulate the weather, among many others. Damn, he missed Storm. Despite his like of redheads, he'd found that he loved that woman. In another timeline, at least. None of that lasted though, regardless of timelines. It all culminated in him standing here in the sewers with a bunch of people from other dimensions.
He continued to try to sniff his way out, doing his best to get past the stench of the sewers, and eventually, he found a draft. Glancing about at the others in the dark, he folded his arms. "I found us a way out. We'll move once everyone's ready." He decided to act as more of a team player. For Toph's sake. Why was he doing his best to be kind to her? Probably because he had a soft spot for kids. He always had, no matter how hard he tried not to.
Chara
Zeliyis' Castle
Chara appeared to disregard Elidocorc's seemingly pointless transformation as she transfixed her gaze upon Flowey, still smiling sadistically. "You heard him, Asriel. We have work to do." She reached down, and grabbed the pot he'd been put in, still staring at him. "We don't want to keep him waiting." With that, she looked away, turning around, and following Elidocorc through the portal he'd conjured.
Chara was definitely interested as to the events transpiring, and if Sans was involved, that just made things all the more interesting. Of course, if inter-dimensional predicaments were engaged in current events, then she knew He wasn't far behind, and she was excited to encounter Him. Probably kill Him. And when the time came, Chara would betray this Zeliyis character. Allowed to obtain as much LOVE as she desired, she'd become an entirely unstoppable force.
One could call her a hypocrite for her planned betrayal, but really, she didn't care. Just as long as you didn't betray her, then it was necessarily fine. But if anybody would attempt to stop her plans, then they best hope she make their death quick.
Star-Lord
English Manor
Peter cautiously approached the front door, standing a grand fourteen feet tall, or so. Everything about the mansion seemed larger than life. Much too large to be just your typical day-to-day mansion, right? Nothing happened, even after he decided to reluctantly knock on the thick, heavy doors to the mansion. It seemed this place was abandoned, and upon further inspection, this seemed more and more likely, as the Mansion was consumed in thick vines, and the places where there was wood, it seemed to be rotting away. Another detail Star-Lord caught onto was that the vines only seemed to exist on the Mansion. On the mountainside surrounding it, there were none of these vines, almost as though the Mansion itself was growing the vines, somehow.
He decided to open the door into the oversized Mansion, but they refused to budge, held in place from thick vines, rotting wood, and sheer weight. Where was Drax or Groot when he needed them? Obviously not here. He decided he'd find another way inside, as this Mansion continued to grow more and more mysterious to him. Looking about the front, there were two massive windows on either side of the door, both several feet apart from the door. Maybe he could bust his way in there. Not like anybody would care, right? Place was clearly abandoned. Maybe there'd be some kinda relic inside. Something he could 'borrow' and then sell for some good Units.
He approached the door on the left, which was noticeably very, very dirty. Would probably be brittle, too, having sat here for so long. He could easily bash it with his elbow, knock away glass that could hurt him, or his suit, then climb in. Seemed simple enough. Peter considered for a moment listening to his Zune again, but he decided to be wise for a change, and keep it away in the event something really was inside there. He wanted to hear it coming.
Star-Lord brought up his arm, and slammed his elbow into the glass. "Ah! Ffffffffffffffff..." Peter groaned, taking a frustrated step back from the door as he began massaging his elbow. Clearly, he had been wrong on his deduction of the window's state. Thing was hard as brick. "Shit..." He muttered, ceasing his massage and looking back at the window. Looks like this obstacle required a Plan B. Pulling out one of his Quad Blasters with his good arm, he fired a blast into the window, and upon making contact, the window easily shattered. Peter cringed slightly at the sound. It had been fairly loud, and if anything in the house hadn't been aware of his presence before, it was now.
Using his Quad Blaster, he ran it along the outline of the window, knocking out any pieces of glass, before proceeding to finally climb inside of the Mansion. That had been way more complicated than it should have been. He kinda wanted to make a witty one-liner, but he had nobody to say it to. He was beginning to miss the Guardians. Rocket included.
He found himself inside the Mansion, now, in the central entrance. A spacious room with several doors leading to other parts of the mansion, and in the center was a set of stairs that split off to a second landing, where he could see even more doors. Alongside this, everything was, again, huge. Every door was shut, as far as he could tell, and luckily, there weren't many vines inside, though the ground was coated with a very thick layer of dust, as he quickly discovered when planting his feet on the ground, making the dust beneath him seemingly explode in powdery wisps when he landed. There was a skylight in the center of the ceiling, where the glass was broken, and nearly completely gone, and vines extended down it. "Aw, c'mon." Peter groaned to himself. He wasted all that time getting in through the front and hadn't bothered checking for a simple way in, like the skylight up there. Regardless, he was inside now, though being inside still didn't answer any questions he had about the mansion. All it did was provide even more.
Terezi
Meteor (Shortly After Aradia vs Jack)
She could smell it. All the blood. All of it. She could practically taste the colors in the air itself. The air felt strange, and cold. She wasn't alone, however, though that wasn't a comforting thought. The only other person alive she could think of was Vriska, who most certainly was the killer. Terezi moved her cane along the ground as she began to walk through the meteor to search for Vriska, listening intently for anything that could possibly come her way. As she went, she found that the stench of blood only grew stronger, and with that, so did the taste.
This wasn't really much of a mystery anymore. It was clearly Vriska's fault. No more playing Troll Phoenix Wright, Terezi had yelled enough 'OBJECTION!'s that day. Now was the time for action. She was the judge, the jury, and as Vriska would soon find out, she was the executioner. Terezi frowned, realizing that she was following a trail. Her shoes felt a little stickly, and she was quick to deduce this was blood. Dropping to her knees, Terezi licked the ground where the smell was strongest, finding that she licked up some blood, the color of Lime. Nepeta. So Nepeta was dead, that was confirmed. Well, either that or she was just... bleeding out?
Nah. She was totally dead. A few more licks along the cold ground revealed the other colors, in turn, revealing the other Trolls that Vriska had killed. Fuchsia, Violet, Indigo, Purple and Bronze. Feferi, Eridan, Equius, Gamzee and Tavros. They were all dead, and with Aradiabot blowing up, it seemed that there were very few surviving Trolls. Karkat, Sollux, Kanaya, Gamzee, Vriska and Terezi herself. Six dead, six left. Like hell Terezi would allow Vriska to kill anyone else. She continued, the stench continuing to strengthen, and with her 'sixth sense', she found that she was passing by a few of those usually empty incubation tubes that were located around the meteor for reasons most of the Trolls had no idea of, besides Karkat, who used them for 'ECTOBIOLOGY, YOU FUCKASS', as he put it. Now, however, the usually empty tubes were broken open, glass littering the ground, and several corpses had been stuffed inside. The first contained Eridan's bottom half, his torso completely missing, a thick pool of Indigo blood sat inside. The other corpses were nearly identical in their state, but they had their torsos. The next tube contained Nepeta's body, missing her head. Then Feferi, Equius, and Tavros, all in identical states. The only body missing was Gamzee's.
This was an odd discovery, considering she'd found Tavros' body not even thirty minutes earlier, complete with his head. He'd been lying in a crooked position on the floor before her, bronze blood splattered the ground, and his own lance stuck through his body. She'd proceeded to rip the weapon out, and kiss his corpse, as kissing a dead player in SGRUB, or SBURB, as the humans called it, would resurrect the player. Not immediately, but if their dream selves on Prospit or Derse were still alive, then they'd awaken as a God Tier. She then left his body to discover the culprit.
So the culprit... no, Vriska, had removed their heads, and Eridan's whole torso, for some reason. But for what? What was the purpose? It made no sense, and to be completely honest, it was totally not Vriska's style. She wasn't so... sadistic, per-say. Yes, most Trolls were very sadistic by nature, but this? This went against Vriska's character. She'd just kill somebody and move on. She never played with their bodies, let alone removing their heads... This seemed to go deeper than Vriska, but regardless, Terezi was still adamant in her belief that Vriska was the original killer.
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Terezi reached the top of the stairs she'd been climbing. The blood trail had disappeared at the base, but she knew it was a path. Vriska was intentionally leading Terezi to her, and it was clear. Terezi was the next victim, but little did Vriska know, Terezi was completely ready for her. Upon reaching the top, she could sense Vriska down the platform a way, and this was confirmed by Vriska's voice. "Hey, Redglare. Nice outfit!" Vriska greeted, referring to Terezi by her roleplaying name back in the days of their childhood when they used to play together. Back when they used to be friends. As for the outfit... Terezi had to admit, she had no idea if it was good or not, what with being blind and all, but Vriska's voice betrayed that she was genuinely impressed. She was greeting Terezi in a friendly manner... Perhaps she would attempt to deny killing their friends.
Despite Terezi's current convictions for Vriska, she couldn't stop herself from casting back a generic, friendly greeting back. "Same to you, Mindfa- I mean Vriska." She couldn't fall for Vriska's tricks. Referring to each other by their roleplaying names was... no. Terezi wouldn't do it. Though, she could tell what Vriska was wearing, and it was different. Vriska normally wore darker colors, but this... She was wearing some kind of orange outfit, and from what Terezi could sense, Vriska had wings... God Tier. But that orange... man, she loved it. "As much as it pains me to admit, your fruity orange fairysuit smells... delicious." She frowned.
"Thanks." Vriska replied, her grin widening, revealing her sharp fangs. "I see you've finally wised up and started taking this rivalry seriously." She folded her arms, staring at Terezi. "It was hard to antagonize you properly while you refused to get in character." Vriska gave a wink as Terezi continued to frown at her ex-friend. "I am NOT 'in-character'. This is serious business, Vriska." She dug in her pocket and pulled out a coin, showing it to Vriska. "See? I brought my deadly cane sword and my cool coin and everything." Vriska eyes the coin, her grin remaining plastered on her face. "Yes, I can see that. So you've come for revenge, then. I thought we settled all this a long time ago?"
Terezi knew what Vriska was referencing. The day their friendship ended. But that was in the past. Terezi had gotten over it, and Vriska was clearly trying to avert the topic. She obviously knew what Terezi was really here for... right? No, Vriska knew. How couldn't she? She'd killed five Trolls, and she would pay for her crimes with blood. "No, not revenge." Terezi stated. "Justice! For the despicable murder of our innocent friends!"
This caught Vriska off-guard, who blinked, and furrowed her brow, her smile disappearing. "Wait... Murders? Like... Plural?" Terezi scowled. "Vriska, please. Don't try to deny it. I found the evidence. Tavros... Nepeta... even Gamzee! I mean, really, Vriska. Gamzee!?" Vriska frowned at Terezi, and pointed at her as she spoke. "Gamzee isn't dead, you dope! He flipped out or something, and now he's going around killing everyone!"
Terezi furrowed her brow. Either Vriska was lying, or Terezi had misplaced her accusations. Gamzee, though... Could he really be the culprit? No. This was Vriska trying to manipulate Terezi. Trying to recruit her into killing the others, before turning on each other. Terezi needed to stop this. She didn't have a perfect counter for Vriska's accusations of Gamzee, so she needed to bluff. "Vriska, your fingerprints are all over the crime scene."
Vriska rolled her eyes, easily catching Terezi's bluff, but let out a sigh. "Well, yeah, okay. There was like... ONE murder I was responsible for." She explained. "You know Tavros? That was me." She then shrugged. "I guess." He'd been... laughably easy to kill, even after he'd been given robot legs to replace his useless ones. He attacked her, and all she did was punch him, then killed him with his own lance. It was a lame fight and a lame death, really. Terezi remained silent during this, so Vriska continued. "But that's it! He's the only one I killed, just that one guy!"
Terezi started to think about it... She'd been denying it for far too long, but this revelation... Vriska was telling the truth. Terezi knew it wasn't like her to decapitate corpses, but she'd been so adamant about it... Immediately, the Troll face palmed, gritting her teeth. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why had she been so blind!
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Ironically speaking.
She decided to change the subject. With the murder mess cleared up on Vriska's end, it was time to address why Vriska was in her God Tier, and why she had killed Tavros. Clearly, he'd tried to stop her from leaving, and she killed him. Clearly, she planned to go out and fight Jack, which was a stupid decision on Vriska's part. She was nowhere near powerful enough to take on Jack, God Tier or not. "We both know you can't beat Jack." Terezi stated. "All that will happen, is you will lead him here, and he will kill us all. He will follow your sugary pixie trail with his keen canine snout. I have already seen this consequence in mind's eye."
Vriska, however, was bored of the conversation at this point, and rolled her eyes. "Fascinating!" She said with heavy-laden sarcasm. "Why don't you tell me your terms, already?" She then let out a chuckle before Terezi could even make a reply. "Forget my pixie trail. At this rate, my snoring will lead him to us. Lol." She said 'lol' out-loud, as well. Terezi gripped he cane tighter, glaring at her rival, before grinning, and holding up her coin. "What I propose is simple. I flip my coin. If it lands on heads, you stay. Scratch?"
"You go."
Her particular coin wasn't a traditional one, as the tails end was deformed from a scratch, so she referred to is as such. Scratch. Vriska blinked, legitimately surprised at Terezi's decision. "You're kidding, right? You want LUCK to decide this!? Maybe you forgot who you're dealing with. I'm the Thief of Light. You really expect me to lose a simple coin flip?" She leaned in, grinning wider. "I've got AAAAAALLLLLL the luck, remember?" Terezi simply stared back at Vriska. Well, as it appeared. She stared in Vriska's general direction from behind her red glasses. "I did not forget." She stated. "What will it be, Marquise?" Terezi asked, using the first name of Vriska's roleplaying name. Marquise Spinnerete Mindfang. Vriska scowled at Terezi. "Just flip the fucking coin, Neophyte." She demanded, using the first name of Terezi's roleplaying name. Neophyte Redglare. Terezi shrugged with her eyebrows, before planting the coin on her thumb, and flicking it high into the air. She stuck out her hand as it came down to land in her palm.
As it did so, Vriska stared intently at the coin, willing luck on her side. She had no doubt it would fail her, but she wanted it to be a guarantee. She wasn't in the mood to fight Terezi, as she was more interested in taking on Jack, but if Terezi got in her way? Vriska would make quick work of her.
