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Papyrus
Ultra Space
“MY! HOW RUDE OF YOU!” A shrill voice cried out as Undyne was attacked by the beast known as Necrozma. Necrozma was by no means small, easily taller than Undyne or Papyrus. The pokemon had a glassy look, as if it were made entirely of crystals. Given the creature’s apparent fondness of them, that seemed likely.
“I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL TEACH YOU A LESSON IN MANNERISMS!”
Papyrus was grinning, standing not far from Necrozma, who had noticed him. The Pokemon was preparing another Photon Geyser. Suddenly, Papyrus reeled back his arm, which had the words ‘Z AND HIS FRIENDLY CREW ARE WONDERFUL FRIENDS!’ written on it in thick black ink (put there by Papyrus himself, most likely.) Papyrus threw something at Necrozma, a shining object that sailed through the air. The throw was perfect, but didn’t appear to actually be aimed toward the obvious target. Rather, the ground in front of it.
A small crystal landed under Necrozma.
“I GET HUNGRY SOMETIMES TOO! UNDERSTANDABLY, THE MUNCHIES CAUSE AGGRESSION! YOU SEEM FOND OF CRYSTALS, BIG CREATURE! ENJOY THAT ONE AS A LOVELY SNACK, HAND-SELECTED BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS! NYEH HEH HEH!”
The skeleton smiled at Necrozma. “GO ON, DON’T BE SHY!”
Maxwell
True Lab
Maxwell stared blankly at Frisk. Who was this person she spoke of? Someone who wanted to kill all of them, apparently. Oh, so many questions he had, but he really did have all the time in the world. A hundred worthless timelines had taught him patience.
He did hear the commotion going on outside- obviously conflict. That didn’t matter to him.
*You assure the girl that your life isn’t as fragile as hers.
*You promise that obstacles are meaningless to you.
*Your ATTACK decreased.
Maxwell could feel himself getting weaker. And he knew exactly why, too- the carefree boy he once was and all his emotions were surfacing. Nonetheless, his emotionless side still overpowered the one that pitied this girl enough to want to talk things out. Even if he did decide to, that wouldn’t bring Lily back, though. And if what he was doing right now didn’t, what would?
He pulled his notebook out, and suddenly, the golem he’d created vanished into thin air. It wouldn’t help him. He needed something more… powerful.
He wrote down ‘Ultimately Destructive Dynamite.’
In a flash, what he’d written appeared in front of him. A large, black stick of dynamite appeared at his feet. Then, he wrote down ‘indestructible shield.’
Suddenly, Maxwell began to feel tired. The object hadn’t even appeared yet, and he felt as if asking that adjective of the notebook was causing it stress. The shield appeared, but it was clearly not gonna last long in Maxwell’s current state.
The notebook seemed to have already figured out what the dynamite was for. It appeared to be about to detonate.
BLAST!!
…
The smoke faded. Surely, that’d been enough, right? Maxwell’s shield was intact, having likely used magical properties to protect its creator. Then, it vanished…
And Maxwell saw her. The girl, still standing, a dome of red surrounding her. She hadn’t been struck at all by the blast. That red essence… what was it?
The notebook’s owner didn’t have time to think. The blast hadn’t killed the girl, but it had destroyed his steel wall. Not to mention, the magical wall Gaster (not that Maxwell knew he’d created it) had created, was now absent, revealing him, the girl, and the cobra, to everyone on the outside. It didn’t appear they’d been at all affected by the explosion either. The two barriers had perhaps taken the damage from what would have harmed them.
Noah Kaiba
Camelot Dungeon
Noah stared at Belowski for a good moment. This.. this guy was serious? He’d thought it might be a character quirk, but he was altogether… well, not what he’d expect from Gozaburo.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but I can promise you one thing ‘Belowski,’” Noah told the strange duelist. “The universe sorts nothing out for you. The universe is NOT your friend- not the universe inside, or outside this blasted computer program! You think toying with me is funny, do you?!”
Noah then blinked. He wasn’t about to let his temper get the best on him. In truth, he was tired and annoyed. He wasn’t used to having… limitations. He had practically been a god in the other level… so he was on edge, perhaps.
Nanashi
Camelot
“Exactly,” Nanashi replied. “Really, what’s most important right now… is knowing that my comrades are alive. Asahi, Gaston, Hallelujah, Navarre, Nozomi… if I could find out if they were alright, I wouldn’t be in such a rush to return home,” he admitted. Sadly, he didn’t have a way to contact them. The smartphone was only letting him access half its features, the contacting app not included.
“This place amazes me. Everyone seems… different. It’s as if everyone has their own tale, their own story… I can tell you and everyone else has different experiences. Back home, most other Hunters care about very little, aside from their jobs. They’re… like puppets, for the gods to use.”
He lowered his gauntlet, looking at Azula.. “Really, I wish I had more time to explore this place. If all people here are as open to interactions with a demon slayer as Negan, Sam, and you are, that is.”
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Logan
Goldenwalk Sewers
"Apologies. I'm sure whatever capabilities you have doesn't make the impact hurt any less."
Logan didn't open his eyes as he laid in the shallow sewage water, his body tense, his mouth shut tight as he laid there. "Yeah." He growled as she pulled up her motorcycle, slowly opening his eyes to look at the ceiling of the sewer. "No... shit..." He groaned, staring to sit up, but wincing, clutching his chest. Then, Alina asked for assistance dealing with the... weed?
"What the fuck are you..." He began, squinting past her- and noticing something. The figure at the end of the tunnel had disappeared, now sitting in its place was something small... too far away to make out, but that's not what was concerning.
Toph was missing, too.
"Where is she?" He growled, slowly getting to his feet, pain shooting through his body, his chest throbbing as he did his best to ignore. "Where the fuck's Toph?"
Chara
Goldenwalk Skies
To answer Logan's burning question, Toph was standing on a platform of red energy, miles and miles above any land, clouds shifting lazily below her. Directly in front of her stood Chara herself, smiling as she stared at Toph while Toph began to berate her. As each word left Toph's mouth, Chara's smile continued to lengthen to unnatural lengths- something Toph had no way of seeing.
However, as Toph continued her spat, more red blades began to appear, hovering in the air above and behind Chara by the dozens, greatly illuminating the already bright sky with a red hue.
Once Toph finally finished, her grand finale consisting of launching several meteorite projectiles about to try and knock away the knives- one headed straight for Chara's chest. The ones aimed for the blades proved useless, as the floating knives being generated were quickly massing by the hundreds, but as the lone meteorite fragment flashed toward Chara, her arm shot up equally as fast, stopping it with her palm.
The fragment dug through her skin, embedding itself into her palm- but no blood was produced. Chara simply continued to smile as her fist closed, and the fragment was immediately crushed, turning to rubble- probably not a wise move on her part, with Toph's ability.
Chara lowered her arm, smirking as her smile faded, and she twirled her red blade in her hand, beginning to slowly pace around Toph. "Well, you're quite the charismatic one. At first glance, I wouldn't have taken you for talking dirty. I'd have just assumed you were still that meek blind child, sheltered by her parents from society. Nobody knew you until he found you, right? Other than those underground tournaments, right 'Blind Bandit'?" Chara took her eyes off of Toph, ceasing twirling the knife. "You see, Toph, I know everything about you. Every minuscule detail. I know you hate people worrying over you. You're independent. Tough as nails. You like to look out for yourself. Yet- you're not opposed to making friends. You care for them, but thirst for them to adore you, to be in admiration of your exceptional abilities. Not only are you an earthbender, but a metalbender as well."
She stopped pacing exactly the opposite of Toph from where she'd began. "Normally, I'd ask you if you want to back down. If you're afraid to fight- but you wouldn't. You're stubborn. Almost as stubborn as me, I might say. You can also become exceptionally... vindictive. To be honest, you're the most intimidating being currently in this world. Not to me, of course, but to those who understand your truest potential. But enough about you. Let's take a moment to focus on me."
The blades had finished appearing, and now the whole lot was spreading out, circling around Toph for an omni-directional assault. Virtually impossible to dodge, especially for a blind girl who relies on the ground to support her.
"I am evil." Chara stated, blinking slowly at Toph. "I am the emptiness within. The voice inside. Your deepest... darkest desires... I am the embodiment of lust, gluttony, greed, etcetera, etcetera... Even if you won't admit to it, Toph Beifong, I am to be feared. Those who make the mistake of overlooking me for my physical appearance are ignorant, at best. However, words of my being will only get me so far. I'm enjoyiong our little confrontation, you know. It's entertaining. Trapped in an endless cycle of slaughtering world after world of the same people gets tiresome after a while, wouldn't you agree?"
The knives start to slowly close in, not aggressively, but calmly- almost passive-like. "However, if I have a single piece of advice to give you?" Her smile faded.
"Don't insult the sweater. My mother made it for me."
Master Chief, Doomslayer, Ant Man, Hank Pym
Specter's Ship
"Hey, your back Chief! Ah, this is great! I have no idea what a vacuum is, but I'm sure I can handle it."
He'd been gone? Chief furrowed his brow, but decided to set that aside. He'd just woken up on the elevator, it was clear they'd pulled him out of whatever situation had happened. He probably owed them and didn't even know it. So instead, he opened his mouth to explain a 'vacuum' to Hunter, before he continued with enthusiasm.
"So, basically, I think that owl messed with your head- made you go mad for a bit? Ah, your back now, so what's it matter. Mister Hiro is still fighting it, but he's very strong- he'll take care of the owl no problem. Me and Shears here nearly got blasted by one of them spiders but some big ball of metal ripped it up. Now we are headin' somewhere in this metal box."
John had a few questions he'd have liked to throw in, but the hunter just kept on talking, and even after he talked, Cut Man then provided his own words to answer Chief;
"Well... It's just us now, because Hiro's fighting that big bird thing still, and the girl, marine dude and Elec... I have no idea what happened to them. And yeah, us Robot Masters can survive in space. Might not be the best odds with how damaged I am, though... my arm's on the fritz."
And the elevator came to a halt. "Copy." Chief decided to reply. The mission came first. Questions could be asked later, no matter how burning they were. They had a tyrant to take down, so Chief pushed everything to the back of his mind, and refocused himself on that.
With a bounce in his step, the Hunter led the party of three out of the elevator, completely failing to look out for security defenses- but none appeared. Seemed they'd caught a lucky break at this exit.
Hunter led them away from the elevator, and that's when John heard it. The sounds of battle reverberating off the walls. As he strained his ears, his suit automatically enhanced its audio receptors, and he could even make out voices, cut off by occasional bangs or thuds.
TING
"No, no. Down."
BANG
Some kind of scream, almost like that of rage. Feminine... Chief's eyes widened. Kale, possibly. He quickly activated his comm channels, opening up his channel with Kale. "Kale, do you copy? What's your status, over."
BING
"What is she doing?"
BONG
“Kale, we are family. I know you may not-"
BANG
"-that now, but we are. Kin, flesh and blood. Blood has to-"
TANG
"-after blood. To guide one off of a destructive path, and-"
BONG
"-is what I am trying to do. I have faith in you, despite-"
BANG
"-the other members of the think tank may say. I trust-"
BOOM
"-Do you trust me?”
John could easily make out that voice. Specter, his British accent easily distinguishable. Chief wasn't entirely sure if Kale's earpiece was still in, or active- or even still safe from destruction. Regardless, he quickly opened the channel again. "Kale. Listen to me, he's manipulating you. Trying to turn you against us. If you stop him now, this whole situation is over. You don't need to kill him, just stop him."
-Then yet another interruption barged it's way into the already jumbled situation.
"Hey!"
John whirled about, whipping his combat knife out in a flash and raising it defensively, his body tense- before relaxing upon recognizing Hiro as he ran up to them. “That was a grueling battle...I’m just lucky to be alive....” John slid his knife back into its sheath, giving Hiro a nod. "We're trying to wrap this up." He informed. "Glad to see you made it."
Hiro was one tough sonuvabitch, that much was clear. Chief didn't know how powerful that mechanical owl really was from earlier, but John's potshots had done nothing to it- not even annoy it. On top of that, Hiro didn't seem scathed in any way shape or form. Not even winded, or sweaty. He almost appeared as though he'd just gotten up from a rest. John felt suspicion arise, but stowed it. That wasn't his concern.
The mission was.
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Flynn growled as he pried his hand out of the Caponek's leg, tearing more wiring out with it, and turning to look at what seemed to be a boulder rolling toward him. He wasn't given enough time to react as it slammed into him, plowing him into the Caponek, which was shattered- though the Doomslayer remained intact, though was jarred from the attack, gritting his teeth in pain. The abuse didn't seem to end- and without a living thing to kill, he could rejuvenate his power. He was getting weaker each time he took a hit. There was no way in hell or outside of it he could keep this up at this rate.
The Omnidroid's attempt at crushing him... succeeded? He was pinned, but not remotely crushed, so perhaps it was a failure, or maybe a blessing in disguise for the Slayer. "Get the... fuck off me..." He grunted, but his brief time being pinned was short-lived, as it continued its roll, going over him and coming to a stop as he slowly got to his feet, fists clenched tightly.
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"NO WAY!"
Hank jumped at Scott's outburst as he sat on the edge of his seat, staring out of the front windshield with an open mouth. Annoyed, Hank looked at him. "What?"
"Look! It's the uh... the thing from The Incredibles!" Scott pointed excitedly toward the massive form of a boulder rolling toward the armored man. "The
what?" Hank frowned, squinting his eyes quizzically. "Here, film this." Scott ordered, handing the phone back to the older man. "Point it at me."
Another annoyed sigh escaped Hank's lips as he rolled his eyes, lifting the phone in landscape mode and pressing the record button, showing Scott in his seat. He smiled at the camera. "Hey Cassie! You love the Incredibles, so I'm gonna fight the bad robot thing from it!" He stated enthusiastically, before waving at the camera, and opening the door to climb out. "Wait, Scott." Hank said, but the Ant Man closed the door, and enlarged.
Scott grinned, failing to notice Specter and company on the other side of the room as he prepared to go into Giant Mode. The cafeteria was big enough to handle, say... 30 feet or so. Maybe. That was a bit of a stretch. Nah, he'd just go 20 feet. "Oh man, this thing is gonna kill me." He stated happily.
Sans, Snake, SG-1, Bro, Negan
Throne Room
"We just...walk out. These guys have a bit on their plate already, we don't need to bother them anymore."
Bro glanced at Kiran as a brand new- and much more interesting -situation unfolded. Bro personally would have loved to watch some sword play, maybe even participate himself and show both these losers up, but the idea of getting Lil' Cal safely out was also enticing. Not to mention he could go looking for the sexy Goddess lady. Artemis, was it?
With that in mind, Bro gave Kiran a shrug, before shouldering his katana and picking up Lil' Cal. "Lead the way." He stated, glancing back as the others failed to notice their departure, too enthralled in the confrontation between Raiden and Sam.
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Just as the swords collided, Snake immediately had his new, high-tech pistol drawn, aiming steadily over Raiden's shoulder at Sam. "Who's your friend, Raiden?" Snake asked, holding his position as he kept Sam in his sights.
Jack, Sam, Daniel and Teal'c meanwhile, had stood quickly when the confrontation had begun. Jack turned quietly to his team, grinning widely as he gave a sarcastically-enthusiastic thumbs up, which went ignored by the others as they stared at the conflict, eyes wide save for Teal'c, who had a single brow raised as he stared, almost appearing displeased despite this being his quizzical look.
Sans, however, took little interest in this, as Kiran and Bro started to leave, Sans paid attention, eyes narrowing at the puppet. He really didn't need to bother with the King anymore, who had seen him, which was enough. This conflict between Sam and Raiden provided an amiable distraction for Sans to follow Kiran, Bro, and the puppet.
With that, Sans disappeared.
Carolina, Church
Mountain Range
With a yell, almost like she was roaring back at the Flood pursuing her, she whirled about, opening fire on the Combat Forms chasing her through the woods. Some had weapons to fire back, but most seemed to be confined to melee attacks. She knew not to let those bone-like whips hit her, either, as she’d almost been earlier when one had gotten close to her earlier, and after she jumped over it, the Combat Form’s attack shredded right through the trunk of a tree, sending it tumbling.
These things, despite appearing to be rotting, were beyond superhuman in strength. They leaped far higher than even she could, their strength was almost on par with her own, they weren’t quite as fast, but they didn’t seem to be limited to stamina like she was, giving them a huge advantage.
“Just move!” Church yelled in her ear as her Plasma Rifles overheated, and she quickly tucked them back onto her thighs, whipping out her BR55 Battle Rifle, aiming for the Infection Forms embedded in each figure. Once those popped, the Combat Form appeared to die, so that was her strategy. She was thinning out the attacking force of Flood, but her ammo was getting dangerously low, and she didn’t want to engage in hand-to-hand with these… things.
“What do you think I’m doing!?” Carolina demanded firing several shots from her rifle, putting down a few more Combat Forms as they continued to pursue her, leaping through the air, lashing out at trees and branches in their way, their whips ripping through just about everything in their path.
Before she knew it- she came out into another clearing. This one was much larger than the other one she’d been it. Much larger. It was filled with Covenant and Humans alike, duking it out at the base of a mountain, dodging around boulders and rocks, taking pop-shots at each other. Most of the Covenant force consisted of Jackals, save for a few Brutes lumbering about, one of which was holding a weapon Carolina recognized. The same weapon the Meta had used so many times. The same one he’d used to nearly kill her when Project Freelancer had fallen. He would have succeeded too, if not for…
She shook her head of the memory, whirling back around to fire a few more shots at Flood getting too close, then turned back to the firefight, heading right for the human defense. Luckily, they were past the Covenant forces, meaning the Covenant would have to deal with the Flood first, giving Carolina and the Marines the time to formulate a defensive strategy.
“Holy shit! A Spartan! We’re saved!” One Marine shouted, standing and pointing ahead. At this, several Marines and Covenant alike turned their attention to Carolina, the Brutes eyes widening, one of which growling; “Demon!”
“Right back at you.” Carolina replied as the Flood burst after her, entering the clearing. Jackals screeched as they were quickly taken out by the Combat Forms, and the Brutes roared, turning to fire at the Flood. “Formulate a defense. Don’t let the Flood get past!” Carolina yelled at the Marines, who all gave her quick nods, moving about to take positions along the rocky terrain, and opening fire on the Flood, ignoring the Covenant as they were being wiped out by the Flood irregardless.
“Good to see you, ma’am.” A Marine approached Carolina as she came to a stop, and turned to look at the Flood’s approach. “Great to be here. What’s your status?” She demanded. “We’ve been stuck in these hills for days, ma’am. Covenant’s been pushing us further and further back. We lost contact with… just about everyone else. Do you… know what’s going on?”
“Those things out there. The Flood. They’ve taken over the Planet, pretty much. Not many people left alive.” She replied bluntly, and the Marine’s eyes widened. “Fuck…” He breathed as the last of the Covenant were taken down, and seemingly assimilated into the Flood. “Hold this line! Don’t let them break past us!” Carolina called, tossing aside her now empty BR55, and looking about for any dropped weapons, her eyes picking out two SMG’s, much to her pleasure. Dual-wielding was somewhat of a specialty of hers.
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“Agh… damnit…” The Sergeant muttered, opening his eyes slowly, his vision slightly blurry. He was still strapped into his seat, but the Pelican had crashed- and happened to be upside down. That would help explain his inability to clear his head fully. He needed to get out of these straps and right himself, let the blood rush back to the rest of him.
Slowly, Johnson looked down at the straps, and went to unbuckle them. After a few seconds of fumbling, they released, and he fell with a dull thud on the ceiling of the Pelican, letting out a groan. “I’m so sick of some shit…” He said to himself righting himself as his senses returned to him in full. Outside of the Pelican, he could see a patch of fire on the ground, slowly burning out. The ground had been ripped up from the crash, and several trees had been knocked aside. He scanned about for any weapons, his eyes finding a single weapon. An M90 Shotgun. Perfect. Slowly, Sergeant Johnson got to his feet, and stumbled over to the Shotgun, picking it up and checking it over. Full chamber, and he always made sure to carry a few shells on him. Not a ton of ammo, but enough in the event he got into a jam.
“Alright.” He grunted, pumping the Shotgun.
“Let’s go find some asses to shove my boot up.”
