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Re: Never one, without the other. (MSG for Inv.)

Post by Charlatan on January 25th 2019, 3:06 am

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Always too late
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No matter what everything seemed to fall apart around him. Maybe it was Matt acting as if he were someone else or Luke not talking things out, instead lashing and walking away like he always did.  The words came out in flows that made no sense to him, all coming together in a blur that threw his senses out of whack. This all had to be some kind of nightmare, but he was looking at the culmination of something that had brewing for a while he guessed. It took the end of the world for them to fall apart as well, a preamble to the end of everything. His own composure should have just been an additional part of that. Even now he found breathing to be a chore, though the concept wasn’t something he really brewed on. The Black Beast, himself but a murderer and those two now. Was there anything that they or he could do?

Stronger people would have said this was the time that he had to be strong but was that possible? A small portion of him said yes, but the rest screamed no with every fiber of his being. A shout against a whisper, something that should have made the answer obvious but that was not the case. He knew he couldn’t just leave things as they were, as that would have been stupid by many metrics despite how understandable it might have been. Lately he hadn’t been the most understandable of people, alongside those that he cared for despite their own flaws. Everyone here was flawed it seemed, and he was just languishing within his own.  He looked over the things attached to himself, frowning slightly at how not well equipped he was to do it.  A few of his stupid gadgets and things that might not make Batman look twice at him.

”It’s like i’m just pissing in the wind. I talk and no one seems to listen to me until I decide to go on a suicide mission. I don’t really know what’s wrong with you Matt or Humanity or whoever the hell you are but I remember when you said we were like brothers. I took that seriously, regardless of what my feelings were or are now. I’ve been here for you and Luke as long as I can remember but if you don’t give me something, I can’t help you. All I can do is watch the two people that I love falling apart and they won’t tell me anything. Instead they snap at each other like little purse dogs. This isn’t me trying to tell you what to do or how to do things. Just….enough of this pushing me away and  whatever else is going on. There’s a reason I didn’t stop associating with you when I found out you killed people, and it’s not because I want to sleep with you.” His eyes were beginning to irritate him, the tears were a damn annoyance.  

Not like he was crying loudly or anything like that. That would have just annoyed everyone even more. ”I believe in you. That’s always been and it will never change. He wiped the bridge of his nose. ”Enough about that, we have someones ass to kick don’t we?” He didn’t look to the mad man that joined the fray but instead they had more important things. He hefted the bat within his hand and glared at Humanity. ”So fill me in on what we’re doing?” Luke might not be here but he had to support Matt nonetheless. That was what he was doing anyhow, right? Anything to take his attention from the evil him blasting people from the skies.
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His fist felt the impact of metal against it and the warden descending towards the ground with a resounding boom. It felt good to see him collide with the ground, even if that would do nothing at all. It would take more than that with all of the power that he was throwing around. The problem however was not Amory but the purple blur moving through space. It wasn’t something he could keep tracking,  until they stopped and brought him down to the ground. No,that couldn’t be who he thought it was. He didn’t even think about all the squirrely antics.  His expression that of pure shock mixed with what looked to be..horror? Not even the blow to his stomach was something that registered as pain, beyond the fact he was colliding with the ground which created a great crater.  This was a disaster and there was no undoing it.

Porting away from the warden of power after colliding with him, he appeared on the ground not far from the King as he called himself. "You...but...how?" He sputtered, looking even paler than before if that was possible.  Amory was one thing but this was another issue entirely. Something he didn’t think too far ahead about, enough so that he was considering just letting the restrictions go now. "Like an awkward pubescent boner you just pop up when no one wants you." He growled, looking to Amory who only cared about conflict. Stopping him at all costs without an idea the true threat within their midsts and likely not caring about that threat either. How could an ancient being be so foolish like this? He had to wonder but that didn’t matter anymore. Their race, all of them were nothing more than cosmic mistakes and the cosmos would replace those that he dealt with. Even he who represented unmitigated power like this.

He didn’t fight the grip this time, letting the force of the night sky itself slam into him at full force. A universes worth of cosmic force, like the hammer of god meant to smite him. Yet no good came to strike him down, only the light of the stars and their energy. Supernovas composed of an infinite beauty wasted for the purposes of Amory, and yet they were nothing. Slamming into his body, suffusing through each infernal cell as he felt the energy course through him.

Forever hungering.

"You fool. Did you think every star within this universe would harm me? My presence is like that of The Big Bang. When you were just a figment, a gleam within the eyes of reality the thing within me existed. Hungering and waiting." Blackness rippled from his form and he slammed forth the destructive essence into Amory. More powerful than before, though he had to contain himself enough not to rip the reality around him asunder. Create a pocket around the warden and let them be affected only. "Besides, someone is here who supersedes you and whatever threat I might have." He turned to The King, who likely only grew stronger by the second. "I doubt i’m your favorite. I doubt you can even have positive emotions. So can you kindly fuck off? Maybe to the reality where people actually want you around?"
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A rebel of love
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Amor didn’t know what he was expecting from Amory. The Warden of Power was never a reasonable person, even now when he had the chance to follow a plan and he managed to ruin everything. He had the feeling that someone would be angry, though who that was unknown. All he knew was that he was having a smoke with someone, drawing the carcinogenic substance into his lungs crafted through shapeshifting and blowing it out his nostrils like that of a dragon. ”Definitely needed this.” He sighed, looking up to the fighting going on, though the purple blur was...an interesting. Though it didn’t become more interesting until of course ripped open shirts and his mind trying to figure out what had gone on. ”That...was a thing that happened.” He said with a smirk, looking Oliver over before returning attention back to the battle which was going terribly.

”Shit...I think I need to clean this up. I’m...sure we’ll talk again. I’ll get a phone, then you can call it or whatever.” Like that he was gone, already producing the dark pink bow within his hand and drawing back a few arrows within his fingers. A few handlers had found themselves struck, dying and subsequently being corrupted by the trauma. Lost to their base instincts like he had once been and the sympathy he felt was overwhelming.  Still his mind went to Aurelius, the only person in the wardens he had...well deeper feelings for but that was neither here nor there. Without wasting time he let off a few shots, banishing as many corrupted wardens as he could to the Shroud. He was sure that he could get one or two of them. This had to work somehow, though he didn’t really feel too confident within that idea.

Once he took note of Aurelius, he quickly relocated to him with weapon still drawn. ”Just so you know, I hated this plan.” He noted, letting of a hail of shots at a couple handlers harrying him.
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What must be done
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”Wardens. That reminds me why I don’t have any of them.”  The librarian hipster hybrid noted, watching the knight in purple float through the air and shaking his head in a disappointed fashion. So much was going on now. Instead of following the plan, The Traveler was having an all out brawl with them as well as someone else. Well, not a brawl with them but he could feel that would be the case soon. He approached Lucius Alba and Nicholas Flamel, still a small amount of good humor reflected within his indigo eyes. ”Your  rune should work.” He looked back over to Lucas and Ryan, offering a comforting smile. It hadn’t been long since he last saw the two but it was good to see the young Alba hadn’t been harmed by whatever was planned for him. Looking over the elderly man and the dictator, he pursed his lips.

”His Dragonball Z showdown is ripping the reality itself apart. I swear no one has any understanding of how to do things around here.  I think I need to talk to someone else right now.” For them he was gone but for someone else he was there. That being a certain Archon who was watching things fall apart as well.  It didn’t take words to see that things were falling apart, though he had to wonder how his presence would be received. Did that really matter now that things were so close to coming apart at the seams? A good question, but his shouts to others to to pray was a good sign.

So he breathed in, letting his essence which held a small hold within this world to begin with to flow. Spreading outwards through the veins of those pockets. In and out. Wrapping around the fraying seams, knitting together the parts that threatened to break open. It was lucky he supposed that this place was so...well connected to him to begin with. ”You looked like you could use a little help. Thought I might offer it.” He twirled the cane within his hand, dark wood blurring before connecting with the ground once again. ”Need any more help dad?” He seemed to ignore the slapping, blood and ritual circles for the time being.

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Re: Never one, without the other. (MSG for Inv.)

Post by Silus on January 25th 2019, 2:59 pm

Know when to fold...
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   That’s when the truth came out. Humanity wasn’t sure if he was saying things correctly, or if people were simply misunderstanding. It was likely something of both ends. But he knew that he had some fault in it because even Pat seemed to be stressed about the whole deal. He felt so numb that he was actually shocked. He wanted to feel something, but he knew that by this point there was so little of a man left in there. Something like this would truly kill him. He looked at this objectively. He tried to do what he always said to do and remove his emotions. It was so easy to do that...when it wasn’t these two.

   Drifter does not care. This was confusing because he wanted to know things...but when he was told them then Humanity was shut down as seeking pity. That was never Humanity’s intention. He was simply explaining why this fight was important for him. He was explaining so now that could conclude that there was a reason. But they didn’t want a reason. They wanted THEIR reason, their answer. Thoughts about Drifter arose that Humanity quickly slaughtered. They were not objective, they were not a fact. They did not matter. He didn’t want to confuse Luke, he just wanted Luke to understand him. Luke couldn’t seem to wrap his head around his means though, or that there was a serious breakdown somewhere. He nodded as Drifter turned to walk away.

   He said it was okay to work with people. But then he seemed to have lost Luke anyway. The part that really killed him inside was the fact that he couldn’t let that bother him. Patrick even had his own things to say. They were still conveying that these people didn’t understand what he was saying, but it was still easier to receive. Especially when he realized that it was true enough. Patrick was still there. Drifter had been there, even if he wasn’t now. But he needed to focus on the plan ahead.

   “Yeah...Thank you. I'm just...Later. So Williams is a killer. He won’t stop for anything. He’s got technology far more advanced than anything you’ve seen...and I know that you’ve seen some shit. Your Psychotic-Doppelganger already cleared out a way for me. I was going to go in and take this guy on alone. But...there’s a good chance I’d die. So I’ve got another plan….”


The Vigilantes
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Khaos had seen the Chaos ensure, X and Martial had already regrouped, meanwhile Khaos had gone to get some of the more expendable players off of the field. He was shocked to see that Citizen Zero wasn’t anywhere to be found, however. Frantically, he began to look about, finally finding his friend walking up to the place Humanity had been. He saw Humanity’s posture and knew exactly what Cam was off to do. He sighed, he wanted to help. But it was Humanity or a bunch of innocent people. The choice was always clear.


Consequences are eternal
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   The older man smiled slightly as he felt the hug. He felt a surge of joy as he reached up and returned the embrace, patting their back before releasing them. Of course it was Death, so he continued to hug, even when Consequences let go. Consequences chuckled, remembering his awkward uncle before he cleared his throat. Ren had a good question, even one that he wouldn’t blame him for asking. The last time they saw each other, he bashed his head in with a rock. His stomach began to twitch, threatening to upheave something.

   “I am trying to balance this universe before someone else does. That means there are plenty of people to save and some people that need to be handled. I made a vow to never devour another being in it’s entirety again. But this warden….I’ll need to eat something from it. Slow it down. Every strike it takes against The Black Beast is only fuel...it’s like someone trying to hit me and I just keep eating what they throw.” Consequences said as he looked around, frantically trying to scope out the battlefield as best as he could.

   “Every action has a consequence. I need to focus on the Warden of Power. The consequence will be The Dark Traveler engages The King. The Warden of Power means well, but the road to Home….” Consequences sighed as he ran a hand through his hair,. Looking paranoid as he watched The laughing King slowly walk towards the ensuing battle. The King was a threat to be sure, But The Black Beast wanted to destroy everything, and it’s weaknesses were not as abundant. Despite it being the lesser of two evils. Who would have thought he’d have to reason that out. The one destroying the universe was the lesser evil.  

The Black Beast has fragments of it’s power anchoring it to this world. If you can find them, they can be used to harm The Black Beast by supercharging them. We need to act quickly though. There’s something else that’s trying to break through as a consequence of the heavy presence of The Void. When it arrived, They won’t be far behind. Once they’re here...there’s nothing anyone can do.” His rant seemed to be centered around generalized objectives. He could engaged the Warden of power, and hope for the best.

   Closing his eyes he vanished from sight, only to appear before The Warden of Power. Opening his mouth and placing a hand on the being’s shoulder, it’s fingers sunk into the Warden and it began bleeding power as pieces of it began to dematerialize and get sucked into the man’s mouth, their eyes a blood red color as they seethed with several different kinds of cosmic energy. Consequernces hadn’t fed in such a long time that it was able to pull in energy quite quickly, like a vacuum. Unfortunately it wasn’t able to lessen Amory’s damage to the planet, but it managed to take a nice proverbial bite out of them.

   “With power comes great responsibility. Abuse or neglect of such responsibility, has Consequences.” He said as he stepped back, breathing out a purple mist as he took his cane in hand.
  The laughing King smiled as it looked, seeing the entirety of the scene and giving little more than a manic giggle. He stepped towards The Dark Traveler and hummed a jaunty little tune as he seemed to dance and click his heels together.

   “Pfft. You'd miss me. Oh hey, Do you remember that time it was the three of us? Before the Imperceptibility thing. You probably don’t remember that Phase. I do...I’m so blessed that the last part of Luke is his memory-and it’s all mine! Well that and his skull. I turned that into a wine glass so I could sit in my throne and twirl my drinks in it. Good memories. I mean pffft. I killed him in the most literal way, might as well honor him somehow. No one even remembers him. Although, did your meeting with him here jog that at all? I’m curious. I need to know how to kill a douchebag that’s an even bigger asshole than you.” The King was just rambling on as he seemed to dance, allowing The Dark Traveler to recompose themselves or do whatever they needed to do. Apparently this Consequences guy was going to take on the Warden of Power? That was a tall order for a random being like that. Meanwhile The King literally just danced closer, like a goddamn lunatic.

Poking The Beast
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   Archon smiled as he looked to see a so distant and yet somehow so familiar face. His eyes wanted to well up, but instead there was but a rumble. The earth had shaken and now Reality seemed to be a little more stabilized. He let out a breath and nodded, appraising the seams that others couldn’t tell. Well the few who knew what to look for, or had the extra sight to see it were in better shape, of course.

   “Si. Something is actually cutting off my connection to The Archon Energy. The First can’t be found. Any chance you got insight on what’s blocking me?” He asked, desperate for an answer. Sustaining realities was what he did. Protecting them and their inhabitants. To get the proverbial cockblock right now was something that couldn’t coincidence. He recalled the last time he had seen this version of his son, a cringing feeling taking in. His vessel had died in that world so long ago, it was almost embarrassing to say that he rarely thought of this version of his son. They were much stronger and well adjusted than the others of their kind. But here he was, basically treating them as if they were their own race of people.

   “I miss ya buddy….maybe do something about the hipster thing. That was more His thing...” He said with a chuckle, thinking that the Silus might understand, unless he had completely forgotten.

    “Alright! Everyone around here please. Hi, yes. Hello. Thank you so much for coming out here. We’re so happy to have you. Yes. Yes, great to see you all. Glad that we had such a great turnout here tonight.” Ares finished the circle and clapped his hands. He cleared his throat and snapped fingers to all of the people gathered. He seemed like he was making a speech at a charity or something as he began to look about, a small smile and what seemed to be a genuine happiness for everyone being there.

   “Ok so. Archon is gonna summon The Good Sister. Orpheus is going to turn on his AMATURE device. Not an insult, that’s it’s actual name. Then he’s going to hope it works. You’ll all overpower her and channel a metric fuck-ton of energy into her and that SHOULD wound The Black Beast via proxy. I am going to go away for a bit, as I have very little combat capabilities. I am a totally average guy with a nice face. Okay. Thank you. Thank you all so much. God bless. Satan loves you. Buddah guide your soul.” he said as he looked to Archon his eyes flashing for a moment as he seemed to sigh, exhausted and perhaps even maliciously inclined before walking away. Archon looked back for his son, as if to warn him...but he was already ahead of the game.

   “Zachriel, Archangel! FIND HIM! We need to be ready in case this doesn’t work!” The Minister shouted, they both seemed to understand. The smaller one, Archangel ran off to search, though the other one slowly turned and walked lazily.

   Archon snapped his fingers and the circles burned, pulling someone to that space specifically.



The End of His Chapter
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     Orpheus knew that there was no chance that they’d be able to use this device to destroy The Black Beast in time. It just wasn’t going to happen. Even with a stable reality. Speaking of, however the second The Author saw the man slap his cane down and would begin with assisting Archon. The Author couldn’t help but smile as he saw the trademarked eyes and the dorky apparel.

   “Every version of me is just a day-saver isn’t it?” He asked, though Orpheus just scoffed and gave him a swat on the back of the head. He giggled a little as he stepped back. He looked over to The King of Fools, his hair standing up on end as his mind flashed. He remembered all the realms he dreamed of. All the world's he lived through in his dreams. He recalled all his friends, but the one he missed most? His own world. The world that he could never go back to, because of HIM. Even if the place itself was there, The King of Fools took his world away from him a long time ago.

“I can give it a try, but this is going to kill us if it’s not right. So maybe back up.” The Author didn’t listen as he took out his book and turned it to the latest page. He gave a small smile as he looked to The Dark Traveler and The King out the window. He stepped up and walked over, seeing Humanity and Pat off in the distance, devising something. His heart sank as he realized that Humanity hadn’t gone to the church. The Wardens attack interrupted The Author’s narrative. It happened every so often. Lucius called them Wild-Cards. The Author called them inconsistencies. Everyone generally called it “Oh fuck!”. The narrative that he dreamed of last night was Humanity finishing his battle with Williams and then, after surviving he would go to the Church to meet up with this universe version of himself. The conversation lead to a revelation and then when Eros and Psyche arrived, they would be outmatched by the fact that both Yamm’s vessel and Eros themselves were both balanced individuals. Throw that in with the fact The King of Fools was going to arrive, and the Black Beast...and The other beast.

“It was always going to be chaos...But that didn’t matter.” He said with a chuckle, knowing full well how the story would have ended. The Black Beast’s vessel escaped. Humanity was on the correct path to redemption, understanding hsi shortcomings and mending himself inside. The King of Fools would be obliterated and Eros and Psyche would retreat to their home. The one they had. He looked up at Pat and Humanity in their devising state. He shook his head and pushed his mouth to the side a little. Part of him wanted to cry...but he didn’t see any possible way. He flipped the page and took out his quill. His eyes seemed to turn a pinkish color as he shook his head, eyes flickering up to Humanity, then THe King of Fools.

“I’m sorry… I tired….” was all he could whisper as he swallowed, feeling like he was literally choking upon his failure. He looked to the top of the page where he titled his latest chapter.

The Inhumation of Mr.Scratch

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Re: Never one, without the other. (MSG for Inv.)

Post by Red on January 26th 2019, 3:23 am



Eight Years Prior

"So there's this idea—a simple one, really. It's certainly not some great mathematical breakthrough, or some proof validating our mortality. No, nothing so awe inspiring. It's plain old cause and effect, and it is for this reason so few truly take enough interest to fully understand it," Lucius said, his voice calm and soft as he addressed the students of Oxford. They had been his peers not long ago, but the young, brilliant scientist had so rapidly surpassed them that he was now the one at the front of the room, giving the lecture. He walked with a creative grace, and yet at the same time, every move seemed planned—methodical. This man—this great intellectual of the day, and New York's scientific golden boy—was both a engineer and an artist. His voice commanded the room, bringing utter silence, and his presence demanded all eyes.

"You see, the universe is just an endless cycle of millions of actions and reactions. We scientists know this. That is one of the reasons why we strive for knowledge. The more information we have on the consequences of various actions, the more we can predict. So, it makes sense that most of us have given up on free will. After all, how can anyone truly have a choice if every action is determined by the last? If it's all just a chain of events, each following rigidly and logically after another, how could we be anything more than another link? In this hard deterministic view of the world, personal agency is but an illusion. The universe is an automation—simply going through preset motions." Lucius paused, stepping over to the chalkboard. The room remained quiet as he wrote out complex mathematics. Few could even tell what the equations meant, and fewer still grasped exactly what Lucius was getting at.

"I still very much have this mindset. I'm an empiricist, after all. Why would humans be the one thing to rebel against a seemingly clockwork universe? It doesn't make any sense. We aren't divinely gifted the ability to defy the laws of physics. Free will, alluring a concept as it is, has no basis in fact....... Or, so many of us believe." Lucius turned back to the class, moving his gaze from student to student, addressing them individually as he spoke.

"No, we are not the one and only, spiritually ordained things in the universe that can change it. But, as Heisenberg so correctly pointed out, physics aren't as certain as they seem. He observed that no matter how much information we gathered, how many tests we performed, and how oh so sure we were about the way things operated, there would always be an element of uncertainty. You can never know, one hundred percent of the time, what the result of a reaction will be, where an electron will jump, or how really anything will behave. You can be pretty sure. You could make an educated guess, and be right almost always...... But it is the times you wouldn't be that are of interest." Lucius grabbed a metal sphere from his desk. A trinket, really. It showed no signs of being anything special.

"So, what does this mean? Well, it means that yes, the universe is rigid. Everything is determined by what happened before it. Everything is bound to fate..... Except for an incredibly small fraction of everything that exists. These are the rebels of the universe—the Wild Cards. Sometimes, an atom decides to come apart when it isn't supposed to, an electron decides it doesn't want to do it's job and jumps ship, and a sphere resists the effects of general relativity," Lucius said, his final sentence punctuated by the sphere disappearing from the air after he threw it, then appearing back at his desk. Having been the first time the students had seen such a display, they all stood and cheered. Lucius was not finished, however, and put his hands out to calm them.

"Everything seems to work according to a system—it's all methodical, and we scientists strive to be the same. But, I believe that it is in the randomness of the universe—the chaos in the order—that true personal agency and discovery is to be found. If this uncertainty, this rebellion against the natural way of things, can be manipulated, there is no telling what we can do.... Have a thought on that, and decide which you'd rather be. Thank you." Lucius turned his back on the class. Cheering erupted again. It was no wonder this man had been called the Scientist of the Century. He was on track to become a visionary. He was going to change everything......

But then he changed.


Present Day

Flamel had come up with a plan. It was a good one, to be sure, but Lucius still felt the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that it wouldn't be enough. Even if they got rid of The Wardens, the situation seemed hopeless. Their strategy hadn't even gotten off the ground due to all the unforeseen events taking place, and now they were barely holding onto the universe as it fell apart.

Lucius was in his own head as he walked with his children and Nick. The alchemist was using his stone to draw the salt rune as they moved. Red heard many things as he passed the various people that were there. Cries for help, evil monologues coming from corrupted Wardens, and pleas for death. Lucius had to more than once shield himself and the others from attacks lobbed their way, but did not engage beyond that. He had to stay on track. He had to figure this out.

The genius' mind raced. This was wrong. He knew it. There was no way this was supposed to happen. For all the times fate had saved him, how could it lead to death in the rubble of a fight between an angry Warden, a mysterious Traveler, and a.....King? As he walked his sensors had picked up a conversation mentioning consequences and a King fighting the Beast. Was that the third figure fighting it out in the center of all this? It must have been. Just another variable. Just another thing that frustrated his great mind. He never felt so clueless.

Have you cracked Agent Daniels' files yet? That watch can't be THAT secure.

It's Agency tech, Lucius. It isn't exactly a walk in the park. But yes, I have it now. What exactly are you looking for?

Everything......

Lucius' lenses flickered visibly. The terabytes of data the Forensics Director had was more than Lucius could have ever hoped for. His mind somehow kept up with the barrage, absorbing the information as quick as it was given. It was all very, very interesting. There was enough information here to make a strong offensive against practically any high profile meta in the world. It was almost appalling how much they knew. But, despite all this potentially useful information, Lucius' mind zeroed in on one specific conversation, taking place only a small while ago.

The King of Fools was named “Subject:Event.” According to Tarot's reading The Visionary, Lucius, has something to do with the conversion of The Martyr’s actions into creating this King of Fools. We cannot rush the capture, or elimination of Lucius Alba so readily. If it were to alter this reading in anyway then it would be disastrous.

The words from Williams echoed in Lucius' head. It only took an instant of thought, and he knew what he had to do.

The path forward was set, including his part in it. He would do something that would bring this King of Fools to being. He was in the universe's cruel trap once again, made to be it's pawn in a larger game. Him simply being here, acting his life out, was helping to progress this Armageddon to it's eventual sad ending. Even if he wasn't important in this King's creation, Lucius now understood that he had to change the story. Things were headed to disaster. The Author did not indicate that, but he never did. The little devil could have been hiding all sorts of terrible things in that book of his. He had to be at this point. How on Earth could this current course of action lead anywhere but ruin? The deck was obviously stacked against them, and fate was bent on all manner of atrocities happening.

Well, it was time for a Wild Card.

Lucius stopped mid-stride, pausing to look at the Horizon. He took his mask off, smiling as he looked on. The musk had cleared some, revealing a brilliant sunlight in the distance that illuminated the Dictator in gold. Lucas and Flamel stopped, looking back at him.

"Dad.....What's wrong?" Lucas asked, obviously worried as tears started to form in Lucius' eyes. They rolled down his chin, and he finally looked back at his sons, smiling despite his crying.

"It's a beautiful day to die, don't you think?" Lucius said. Flamel and Lucas looked shocked, confused, and worried. They didn't like how he was acting.

"Lucius..... We don't have time for this. We have to write this rune. We can't give up now! You of all people know that!" Flamel said, stopping his writing. The old man was in a rush, trying with all his might to save the world he loved. It's why Lucius respected him so much.

"I'm not giving up, Nick. I'm giving you all a chance. I'm taking a piece off the board. Maybe it will look more favorable after that," Lucius said. Lucas ran up to his father, grabbing him tightly and starting to cry. It wasn't hard to infer what Lucius was suggesting.

"No! Don't you even think about it! Why!? I don't understand!" Lucas said, pulling on his father's robes, as if that would make him stay. Lucius gently caressed the boy's head with a gauntlet clad hand, turning his face to his so he could make eye contact.

"You will someday. All you need to know now is that my part to play in this story is finished. There's already a Villain, a Hero, and..... A Visionary," Lucius said, referencing Humanity, then looking to first Ryan, then Lucas. He unsheathed Cora Zen, then gave it to his son. Lucas could barely hold it as he sobbed.

"Don't do it Lucius! I know what you're thinking, but there is no telling if this action will make the outcome any more favorable, wildcard or not! You could be......You could be dying for nothing!" Flamel said, yelling in desperation at the younger man. He knew it was fruitless though. Lucius knew the odds, and he had made up his mind.

"I'm only making things worse. If this act has even a slight chance of changing fate for the better, than I have to try. It's the only way." Lucius looked to his sons once again, his eyes even more watery than before.

".....I....I spent so much time looking for my legacy. Spent so much time trying to make things that would change the future. But, I realize now, that you were my greatest creations. You are my legacy...... And I couldn't be happier with what I'm leaving behind," Lucius hugged Lucas one last time, gesturing for Ryan to come to him as well. Flamel could only watch as this all transpired.

"Daddy! Don't...don't do this to me! I'm not strong enough!" Lucas pleaded, trying to make his father stay one last time.

Activate Protocol............ Requiem.

This has a 47 percent chance of actually changing anything in the timeline, according to my calculations.....And a 17 percent chance of being beneficial

I've gambled on less before.... Now do it before I change my mind.

The red energy in Lucius' body was inflamed, flowing from him and into the core of his suit. The red light enveloped him, and after only a few short moments, it started to tear him apart, atom by atom, as his suit's core whirled.

"You're wrong. You are strong enough. More than me...... Which is why I'm so glad I can do this for you now...." Lucius said, reaching out to touch Lucas. The Red energy poured into the boy, but it did not hurt him. It instead eat at all the cells that were of Lucius Alba. His father was disintegrating, and so too was the Synthesis inside him. The protocol was told to cause the energy to obliterate Lucius' cells, and that included the ones that comprised the thing that had given his son so much pain for so long.

"I love you, my sons..... Be better than I was." Lucius was turning to dust. Actually, less than that. The energy destroyed all traces of him. With his words, his body, his energy, and the thing he had long ago put in his son were gone. Lucas fell to his knees, screaming.

Lucius had finally taken the advice of an old friend: He walked off the board.

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Kakabiel looked through his book, trying to find something, anything, that could help them stop this. He had managed to find a rune that would protect him from the one Flamel was about to banish all the Wardens with, but other than that, he had turned up empty handed of anything useful in stopping this. Whenever he found a lead, it just went dry. Every path forward seemed set towards the same tragic end. There was no room for mitigation here. They'd lose the universe to the Black Beast, to the destruction caused by this battle, to the King, or to what now loomed over them in the void. It was all but unavoidable. It wasn't something the Knowledge Warden wanted to believe. The world he had protected for so long was going up in flames....

That is, until the story changed.

The pages of his book suddenly went blank. Completely, utterly blank. His eyes widened in disbelief as he rapidly fanned through them all. There was nothing. But then, almost as suddenly as they had gone, the words returned. They scrambled around the page, changing rapidly. It was as if the entirety of knowledge had reorganized itself. Like every action leading up to this point had been shocked out of it's railroaded, predestined conclusions. Something had happened.

"What have you done?"

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Having a shield as your Warden Weapon had it's perks. Aurelius had manged to shield himself from the Black Beast's attacks, but it had certainly battered him. Not only that, but now the brothers and sisters beside him had become enemies. A trio of them had taken it upon themselves to start to beat the shit out of him. These were his former friends, and now they knocked him around like he was a piece of meat. A very stubborn and feisty piece of meat, yes, but one none the less. He was losing, basically.

Thankfully, Love Boi arrived just in time.

The Elder took out the three Handler's that had been pestering him with ease. Three arrows, three banishments. Either they had been taken off guard by the sudden arrival of Amor, or Asy was just craftier than most lesser Wardens. Regardless, they went done easy in comparison.

"Um, thanks for that. And yeah, I did too.... But, Amory sorta has the council under his thumb," Aurelius said, tossing his shield to clothesline a former Warden, then using his dominion to flick him aside with a well thrown car.

"So what do we do? This is out of my league.... Probably even yours. I'm no quitter, but we need a plan, at the very least."

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Ren listened intently to Consequences. Death...barely listened. He was far too busy looking at all the glorious explosions and high stakes battles going on around him. If Ren had just said that this was basically thirty action movies at once, he'd have come a lot sooner.

Cam went off to eat Amory, sucking in pieces of the guy rapidly. The Warden of Power was of course rapidly regenerating, but it was an inconvenience to say the least. It actually hurt, combined with the power of the Dark Traveler hitting him head on. Amory lashed out at Consequences, snapping his fingers and causing the air around him to combust with untold force.

"You know not what you do. I'm stopping this leech from taking our reality. Standing in my way will have it's own........consequences," Amory said, snapping his fingers again to perform the same oxygen combusting move.

Ren was watching this unfold, unsure how to intervene. They had the power of Death on their side now, but how were they going to utilize it? They needed a pl- Oh, wait, Death ran off. So much for that.

"You've gotta be kidding me...."

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Death strolled through the chaos as if it were a Summer morning. He looked to each conflict with great interest, cocking his head to the side at most. The lengths all beings, not just humans, went to in order to kill each other truly was fascinating to him. So, it only stood to reason that he wouldn't bother with the chump change. He wanted to see what was going on with the DBZ fight.

Death approached, tapping the King on the shoulder.

"Hi there. Nice to meet you. Thanks. Don't mind the face........ Anyway, catch me up. I hate coming into the theater halfway through, you know?"

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Re: Never one, without the other. (MSG for Inv.)

Post by Charlatan on January 26th 2019, 3:34 pm

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She had felt it the moment it happened. Small tears and seams within the fabric around him, threatening to come apart any second to leave those relying on it at the mercy of the nothing beyond. A great nothing between the many worlds that consumed all unfortunate enough to be trapped within its maw. Each trip through this nothing was a new experience, leaving her more at awe with how fragile a world was when you really prodded at them. The Weaver didn’t like the sensation, her since she had felt it with her own world countless eons ago. The Black Beast was among them and there was nothing that they could do to really stop it, not when she had the feeling that someone had some kind of plan. There had to be a reason for so many people meeting together at once,  ”Things have grown exceptionally dire Hyperion.” She noted, looking to Michael who had an equally dire looking expression.

Wardens clashed with he Black Beast and the world around them suffered, though the man that joined him was madness incarnate. She could tell by just looking at how the world around seemed to react to him. Could it be a hesitance to be near such unrestrained chaos or something else entirely? Either way she couldn’t afford to look at them. ”Don’t have to tell me that. Between the child kidnapping and a reenactment of Battle of Gods right here I don’t know what we should be expecting.” He admitted, arms crossed over his chest.

”I had thought we had time, that your father would be able to form something that would help but we seem to be running short on time.  I might have to do something more drastic.” Well that didn’t sound ominous at all.

”Drastic? Honestly not liking the sound of whatever you would call drastic.” Even he didn’t sound too happy with the concept, almost defensive in that gruff way.  They walked on the fringes of the conflict, following what she said was a large out pour of...something energy. He didn’t pay too much attention to the exacts of what that was but it sounded pretty important. Instead they tried to skirt the edges of the battle, avoiding the stray fire that what remaining handlers remained and one or two even turned their attention towards them.

What was with all of this chaos?

”These wardens are making things worse. They squabble among themselves due to flawed design and now they’re going to….no this is not my problem. Let their elders deal with it.” What seemed like a massive lance was hurled towards them, though all she did was wave a hand as the weapon went through a portal before stabbing through the warden that had aimed for them. Likely shocked by his own weapon suddenly impaling him through the chest. ”Now come my friend, we have to find your father right?” Well that wasn’t too harrd considering things hadn’t moved too far from where he last saw him, and she seemed to have detected some strange anomaly there too.  There she walked upon a few people talking and performing what she assumed was important things going on.

”Cutting you off? I didn’t believe there were many who could actually do that.  Possibly me but I know i’m not doing it,” He seemed to adjust his tie before smirking at the statement about his dress, motioning with a hand and his clothes changing to something even more formal. A dense hoodie over the neckline of a t-shirt and slightly baggy jeans, though his hair remained in that short cut.  ”I was expecting to see you around here but it’s always good to see you Weaver.” He paused turning to the red haired woman,

”Well I hadn’t expected to see you here at all. When was the last time we saw each other? When your daughter staged her little rebellion?” The two seemed as if they knew one another, though it was hard to tell from when that was. When actually anyway. That was when Ares began speaking,  talking as if they were at a charity banquet instead of in the middle of a dangerous battle for the fate of the world itself . Well, at the very least someone was trying to do something even if it sounded like they took nothing seriously. That was until the plan was unloaded on them, including how they planned to chase back or even kill The Black Beast. It sounded like a difficult process they were going to be going through but Michael just nodded along with every single word given to them as they spoke.  Until finally he had said his piece, ending it with a joke and an overly malicious glare at Archon before making their leave.

”That guy just screams don’t trust me.” Michael noted, as someone else shouted for people to follow him and Archon snapped. There was a sudden reaction in the world around them and then someone joined them. Dressed in black trimmed armor adorning what looked to be a female figure with a blade attached to their hip. Mask portraying what could best be described as a horrific visage with eyes glaring back at the two of them. ”And there she is.” He muttered, feeling the malicious energy practically pouring from the entity known as The Good Sister. Not so good now it would seem.

”You...” She hissed through the mask, seeming to glare at Archon specifically before turning to the older Silus who seemed to draw an equal amount of ire. If looks could kill they all would definitely be dead. ”Extending your reach I see. First you believe your own world saved so you can reach beyond. If you believe that this alone would be enough, i’m afraid you plans won’t help you like you believe. ” Even now she seemed to confident but that would last. The Weaver seemed to be staring at the woman they summoned seemed to reach for her weapon and yet with a jerk of the wrist strands appeared, wrapping around her wrists and ankles.  Digging into flesh and cloth as she was forced to stay still.

”No, this madness ends now.”
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More and more people appeared within the fray itself. First Amory, now his worst nightmare and then Consequences being as strange as ever.  He was protecting himself from the warden but the strange man in red was just trying to devour him, consuming sections of his armor and those sections rapidly regenerating. That was when he said it. That man in his manic laughing and swaying said something that for just a moment jogged his memory. Of Luke, not the one he knew from his time but the one he met crying within his van, alone as ever. The Luke he couldn’t help, and the one he knew he couldn’t. Not as the monster he was. That was when it hit him, this person wearing his face and using his voice had kill their best friend.

Murdered him.

All rational seemed to have gone out, leaving only one thing that The Black Beast could relate to. An emotion that it supported more than anything else within this chaotic universe. "How dare you," He growled through clenched teeth, this unbearable bile welling up within him. "How dare you wear that face, speak with that tongue and how dare you brag about that. You’re fucking dead. I don’t care if I have to destroy everything in my path so long as you are one of those things." His eyes were no longer simply black pits, seeming to weep a thick black fluid.  Canines sharpening and  the shadows rising around him agitating until they seemed to form bristling fur that hugged his less and lss definable form. Death was unimportant, that being until he noted the vessel he was in.

""You don’t belong here. With a snap the death vessel was ported across the span of the battlefield itself while he stared down The King. Murder and so much more within his eyes as the essence surrounding him tried to reach for the world beneath them but it always stopped a few inches away. The Warden of power was unimportant, something that he could ignore and faster than perhaps...well anyone could see save for perhaps the king he was gone. Thick claw that he knew would at the very least scratch him aimed for their throat, all the power he could put behind them meant to gouge it out as the guise of a beast quickly began to overtake his body.
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Amor looked to Aurelius with a worried glance, releasing a wave of healing without even thinking about it. What he didn’t recover from naturally would close up with the elders aid, while watching what Handlers remained cause chaos thanks to that Beast fellow. It was obvious he was above lesser wardens, maybe even the elders as well. Was there anything that they could hope to do against it now that Kakbiel and Amory had managed to change whatever plan they had going. ”Who would’ve thought that the warden of power had all the power there?” He grumbled, all too tired of the malevolent speeches that some of the fallen wardens were giving within their madness. He didn’t really give them, just ranting about what was his and how they would never take it. To think he would have to fight his brethren once again was more than he really wanted to take.

”I don’t know if there’s much that we can do. If anyone does it would be Kakabiel, if he isn’t telling us to attack anymore Black Beasts in the area.” His eyes scanned over the battlefield, until he thought he caught sight of the elder warden. ”I’m jumping us.” he grabbed onto the warden of will, not really caring as he flung aside a handler with dominion and they were gone. Standing beside the knowledge warden with an intense expression.  Who best to ask than the one with all of the knowledge? ”What do we do? Everything’s falling apart and...well Amory is probably going to blow up the planet.” Right now he didn’t sugarcoat his words, instead letting him know what he truly thought.

”I don’t give a damn what any of the others think about me. All I know is we need all Elders to stop these handlers before they corrupt all of us and doom the whole damn universe! ”
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Shael didn’t know what was happening but he had one mission which he was going to succeed at. Crawling around on all fours while trying to find his uncle, though he knew that likely made him feel old. So he never called him that. Silus was a strange exception, more likely to be called brother than anything else though he just called him Silus. A part of their family that even Fera had nothing really negative to say about. It didn’t take too long for him to catch the scent of cherry blossoms and he followed that until he found a church, or some kind of large building that was vaguely church-like.

He didn’t like churches much, with their strict dislike for him sniffing people and occasionally calling him too gay. Which was apparently a thing, even though he didn’t even call himself that. Whether Pup and Jack was following him he didn’t know, but as he crawled through the door he felt as if he had finally found who he was looking for. Maybe a little too late but he didn’t work by meta times.  ”Silus!” He called out in cheery fashion. ”M...Humanity wanted me to find you,  told me to sniff you out and here I am.  He...didn’t tell me what to do with that once I found you but here I am?” he looked like a confused puppy almost before shaking his head.  

”I think he needs you for somethin?”

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Ryan didn’t know what was happening around him. Lucas had been saved from the mad agents plans but that didn’t seem to be the end of things. Strange people clashing among themselves around them and others fighting as well. Even his mind found it difficult to actually figure out what was going on. One of his dads was looking over him, that was when he realized that a few of his brothers were around as well, mostly Aaron, Jason and  Rob. All of them standing around him more protective than they were before. Seemingly having hidden away until the scare with Lucas earlier. He didn’t know where his uncles were anymore, though not too long after things had settled down he was told that Oliver was going to be okay. That much alone was enough to make him feel a modicum of relief at the matter. Losing anyone else would have been...well too much even for him.  

All in all his mind was lost to whatever thought came that way, occasionally looking to the family gathered around him with a level of fierce protectiveness that he had not  felt in...his entire life really. The energy burned through him still, even beginning to grow more intense with the passing moments. Light blue sparks occasionally rising from his form, but proving to be no real threat. ”Woah little guy, what’s goin on?” The tallest of his family questioned, this calm looking dirty blonde with a pleasant smile. His fingers were a strong, calming presence on his shoulder despite how angry he felt. At this point he didn’t even know why he felt this way.

”I’m fine, I just need some time.” He stated, stepping away from him and keeping close to Lucas. Though that might have been the worst idea ever really. Considering what came next. That beingtheir father acting strangely, speaking of death and days that were good for dying.

He did.

The speech came, words that were meant to be a farewell but they rung hollow. Things meant to make him feel better about himself, not for the children left to pick up the pieces. Did anyone really ever care about others than themselves? He felt he ground crack underneath him, fragments of earth levitating around him. ”Not a hard thing to do.” He stated, glaring where the man that disintegrated stood. His knuckles were clenched tightly, knuckles now pale as milk. He turned away from them, feeling that cooling numbness within him. Not anger, not even sadness. Something within him destroyed that and he was fine with it. He had cried for Isalia, and whatever was within him didn’t want to cry for that either.
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Re: Never one, without the other. (MSG for Inv.)

Post by Silus on January 27th 2019, 11:51 am

Consequences aren’t easy to swallow...
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   So many he had devoured. So many lives he cut short just because he was pawn, playing out the part of The Fool. When his judgement came, it was swift. It was without mercy and it was a judgement that he would never even have wished upon Brother Night, had he known what it would do. Used to be a slave, but then he was a conqueror. He used to be conqueror but now he was a shell. Empty and hollow.

   He did not regret for a moment. Not a single action. Not his grand betrayal of the fates. Not seeking out Brother Night, not devouring The Faceless piece by piece. Watching their will slowly fade away before The Collector...That name. He could remember the face, but the name was so far gone. It had been millenia. Where he was from, he recalled there being a moment in his life where there was a higher power that rescued them. A train with a conductor. That was where he met Lucius Alba, if he remembered correctly. But from that moment he spoke of wild-cards. He spoke of things one could not logically calculate. Things that ones could not possibly fathom due to the sheer chaotic chance.

   Lucius Alba taught him that. The meaning to be a Wild-Card. There was a reason his suit was in red. There was a reason he actively followed after The man in purple. The similarities did not end there, but it was all that he desired to remember. Even then, Lucius was a martyr. Ready to die for them, ready to bear the consequences of others for the sake of progress. Lucius was far more deserving of the title and power of Consequence than Cameron ever was. Lucius was a visionary, Cameron was a power-wielding child on a temper tantrum. His attention was drawn back form his slow devouring to that of the Warden snapping. Consequences foresaw what would happen and the mass casualties. His eyes began to turn a pale yellow, hardly visible against his white Sclera.

   “Disperse!” Consequences’ voice echoed, bellowing and the very concentration of power that would have ignited dispersed into the atmosphere. Consequences’ stomach churned, he despised having to use that ability, to rely on that piece of oblivion. His eyes faded to that of a normal color. He would NOT break his vow. He wouldn’t give his father the satisfaction of winning. He wouldn’t give Brother Night the satisfaction of being right, and he wouldn’t be tempted by power ever again.

   “The more you lash power at it the more it feeds upon it. Take it from one Sin-Eater to another. Your actions only power it, and it already holds more power than you! Stay to the plan!” Consequences yelled, his voice having a far less celestial and heavenly growl, his eyes turning a bright red to match his suit, his fangs beginning to grow a little. His eyes shifted around for Ren, looking to ensure that this monster was left unseen. “It’s obvious you’re not the Warden of Intelligence, otherwise you’d have unleashed all this power against those it’s linked. But you had to rely on your power, just like they all did. Their power gave them conviction, their power and their will were what mattered and nothing else. You Scourge! You’re just like them. But this is it. Your last chance to prove me wrong. Show me you’ve got more mind than the beast!” Even as an offer of goodwill and faith, he stopped his attempts to devour The Warden, hoping that somehow they would see an error, or at least a parallel between themselves and the others. Consequences already knew the outcome. The outcome was a direct consequence of the actions of those around him. Of his own choices even.  It came with the title.  But that didn’t stop him from hoping….

   Consequences’ eyes were drawn as he felt a shift, his eyes wide in horror as he turned and looked to Lucius, seeing him fade away. Without a second thought, he didn’t even care if the voices within taunted him for eternity, he had to stop that.

   “NO! STOP!” He commanded, but Lucius Alba was a wild-card. Somethings were truly beyond the control of others. Lucius turned to his dust, fading away with the last brilliant light of his energy faded. COnsequences began to hyperventilate his hands reaching up into his hair. The Consequences of that…

   He heard the manic laughter in the background as his breathing continued to work in a dyspneic and panicked way.



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    “This does end here. But I’m afraid the Madness is just beginning.” The Disciple said as he approached, the mark of his fragment burning in the pit of the blackened eye socket. “I’m afraid that my Master will not be able to save us. Once again, the power driving The Mistress has obstructed things yet again. That power no longer has hold on me. I believe, as the living representations of faith...it’s only fitting that this does end here. Mistress.” He said as a Bo-staff seemed to manifest into his hand. His coat seemed to flow in the air as he hit the staff to the ground. In that instant two bubbles of power seemed to envelop the entire area. The one was Orpheus’ device, powering up. The other was a generated power from The Disciple’s staff.

“I’ll send you and your beast groveling back to The Void.” He growled, a rather inhuman anger seething through the bone teeth. The barrier he generated began to push everyone else away, Archon was left untouched, as was the elder god of the other universe. Archon motioned for the elder Silus to step away, knowing full well what Alexander was capable of planning. If he wanted to engaged The Mistress, there had to be a reason. One plan had already been derailed enough today.


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   Archon’s neck turned stiff and he felt the departure of one from this world. Trace elements of them lingering only as a ghost, a fleeting memory as it bounced place to place. His eyes closed as he realized exactly what this world had lost. He let out a sigh and shook his head. He turned back and looked to Diablo, nodding at them. Their mission was simple. They were to secure The King by any means necessary. The pale guy in black leather smirked and nodded, pushing his sunglasses back up his nose, while the exosuited Diablo flourished his cape.

Dramatic effect must have been a huge selling point for that guy as a villain.

   Archon whispered a word and in a moment he was suited up. The red shawl across him with the brightly colored prismatic mask of his existential armor. The blade manifested in hand, Imperius. Despite it’s lack of dominion over him, it was certainly one of the most formidable blades that he’d ever known throughout an entire omniverse. He turned and excused himself, putting his hand to his head and whispering words to Sean.

   “Sean, we need to focus on damage control. The Black Beast has fragments of itself placed here. Look for entities that it might have touched, or people that might have encountered it. I-I haven’t seen this before, but the creation process seems very similar to a book I read. Feel out The Good Sister’s aura now that she can’t escape or phase. Then hunt them down and mark them for death. Kill them all, without prejudice Even if I’m a fragment. This needs to end.” He said as he began to hunt down the first person he believed very well have something to do with the creation of a fragment.  



The Sound of Silu(n)s
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Silus sat at the church, looking up at the statues all around. The stained glass had been shimmering beautifully. It was calm and tranquil here. He was sitting here, not fighting. He was supporting in spirit but not in action. Truthfully Silus was waiting here to meet with someone, but he didn’t know how he knew that. It was strange, even for him. It didn’t make sense.  It almost felt as though he belonged here. Waiting for something to come, to happen.

   It didn’t matter the powers he felt at play, it didn’t matter what was happening. Nothing seemed to serious. He had no way of knowing that The Wardens had gone rogue. He just knew that the battle must have started. Things must have been going well. His optimism was a treacherous thing, especially in the face of tragedy. He heard the church doors open, looking over his shoulder to see a group of other children. His mouth curled to a smile as he saw Victor wave, then Shael coming up and talking to him. Jack and the one everyone called “Pup” was there too, hands buried in his jacket as he laughed and joked around about what they should do if the world was about to end.

   “Oh? Why does Humanity need me?” Silus asked. He knew who Humanity was, but he didn’t think that Humanity probably knew. That was something he tried to keep on the down-low. Of course when Shael almost slipped up he couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t sure that anyone here was actually in the dark about the identity, but it was good to be safe. Especially with people like Jack and Pup roaming around.

   “Well if he wants..I’m here. I’m just trying to get myself ready. I’m trying to reconnect with Yggdrasil. I haven’t needed it for so long...I was told it was just a crutch.” He said with a small laugh, as if he was seeing now that Ouroboros was probably not telling him the truth. He nodded his head and looked to Shael with a smile. “Also, when we get through this, we’re totally gonna hang out. I dunno where you’ve been, but I’ve got so much stuff you gotta get caught up on.” He said to Shael, then Victor plopped down next to Silus with a smile, leaning over and hugging his friend.

“Awe, look at the little people.” Jack said slightly mocking, trying to recover some of his personal confidence and “cool factor” after having just been embarrassed. Pup looked and tapped Shael.

“Hey. I’m a Pup and you’re a dog-kid. He’s a fox and Victor’s got the weird dog-boy ears. So what I’m hearing is….” He looked to Shael and then lunged into a tackle, plowing into Silus and Victor screaming “DOGPILE!” leaving Jack there to roll his eyes and shake his head. Silus was laughing as he groaned, the pile of Victor and Pup alone was enough, though the while gesture was something he didn’t fight at all. As far as he was concerned, he knew that this was one of the few time he got to have all of his friends together.


“I guess I’ll go tell Humanity...Uhm. Could I maybe have some help with that? Trying to find that dude is not my strong suit.” Jack said as he started towards the door. Pup looked over to Shael, and Victor seemed to press his lips to a firm line, contemplating the request. “Preferably the kid with super spell or the investigative training….” Pup got up and brushed himself off.

“Yeah-yeah. Whatever. I’m, coming ya big baby. Shael, wanna come? Vic? Yea-nay?” He asked, looking to Silus whom just shook his head.

“I just wanna keep myself away for a little bit longer. I don’t wanna...kill this Beast but I think everyone wants me too. So I guess I’m just...trying to prepare. Somewhere I don’t think anyone else might be.” Silus explained with a chuckle, Pup nodded and waved as he turned around. Jack just kept the course. It was up to Shael where the other two went, but Silus kept himself firmly planted.



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   The King smiled as he watched The Dark Traveler’s eyes turn to the inky essence. He clicked his tongue and pointed to Humanity as he seemed to walk off into Williams’ portal alone, leaving Charlatan behind to watch him walk off. He chuckled a little.

   “That face looks familiar, doesn’t it?” He said, referencing the face that was witnessed from Matthew as The Dark Traveler had looked to him. The King chuckled a little as he turned to fsee Death whom had asked what was going on. The King actually began to reply to him rather rationally. “Well you see, I’m here to provoke little Pat here into attacking me so that The Black Beast will come and then when it fails to destroy me again It will see that there is only one true primal-” And just like that Death was teleported away, or the vessel was at least. The King of Fools seemed to grow a little pale at that, his head turning slightly as his smile faded.

   “I was talking to them….” He said as his lips seemed to twitch, a grave seriousness to his posture and attitude as he fixated upon The Dark Traveler. A claw shot out with impressive speeds, The King, rather than stepping back, stepped forward his suck smile twisting to his face as the claw tips punctured into his skin, digging into his flesh and letting a small amount of blood trickle through. Reaching up, The King gripped the claw and pulled it deeper into his neck his eyes seeming to spark to life for a moment as he wheezed out manic laughter. The beastial pressence began to consume The Traveler, and all The King did was giggle and chuckle, watching as the darkness took a furred form.

   “Now...why would you do that? My blood isn’t he most healthy.” He said as he stepped forward, hand clasping on The Black Beast as a fist drove out to smash the being in the abdomen, aiming to try and leak just enough of his power to force a separate of The Beast from it’s arm. There was no doubt to The King that it had some form of autologous regeneration. It’s mind began to jump, beginning to assess the situation and smiling as he reached the miraculous conclusion.  “Do you really think that somehow, this time...you’ll kill me? You’re but a beast. A mindless animal. Me? I’m a monster...” It’s attention wasn't on the seeping blood from it’s neck, it wasn’t taken by The Black Beast, it’s attention was taken as it turned to see Lucius disappearing in a shimmering and beautiful light. His mouth was agape as he watched. He turned to The Black Beast, his lips curling to a smile.

“LEAVE IT TO THE WILD CARD! HAHA! Chaos wins! Take that to your balance, to your hatred you sordid spawn of a blue-blooded REJECT!” He shouted to The Black Beast , he pulled the arm from his neck and took a large bite from the furred flesh and began to chew. “You might as well hurry up and touch down. My victory is assured. Do it….destroy it all. I’ll even stay right here….I won’t go anywhere. I won’t do anything.” He said as he held his arms out with his ear to ear grin.




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     Orpheus activated his machine while The Author continued to write with his quill and ink. It wasn’t much to write to be truthful. He started with a small paragraph on Lucius, and talking about his vision, his accomplishments. He talked of his posterity and those he left behind. Including those whom were not his blood. Then he spoke of his sacrifice, and how his sacrifice would save this universe, how Lucius’ final act of defiance to the fates had ensure the birth of a dark messiah. A dark and horrible monster.

   The King of Fools was a man born of travesty after travesty. Someone whom all had forsaken and given up on. A man without power that refused to be beaten. Even by themselves. Someone who refused to believe they were just another victim, and that the world was without justice. A corrupted man of mercy and love that sunk into blood, death and depravity. Loss after loss. Loss of a lover, followed by the loss of a brother. A loss of a mother, and a loss of a child. The loss of Hope, which would beget the loss of a vow and the loss of a promise. Now as deceptive as those all sounded, they were all very transparent to someone such as The Author. Many of these were already suffered. A lover had been lost already, and now he had lost a brother. The loss of his mother had yet to be, and the loss of a child was still pending, which child was it? Was there anyway to be sure? The Author sighed. The loss of Hope, an umbrella loss that encompassed the loss of a promise and the loss of a vow. Two very powerful things, and both of them secured or lost in a single action.
   
   Lucius Alba was that hope. The Black King would not survive the wrath of one Humanity had trusted. The loss would shake the foundation of their trust. But Lucius Alba was the one hope he had to save the one he was vowed to be with, and the promise that vow carried. With the loss of Lucius Alba, both of these things were lost. A child, and a mother… while both of those were just previously mentioned, these two were specifically mentioned in contrast to the vague counterparts. These were people of his perspective. His child, His mother. These two were the last tethers that would be broken before The man lost his name, and scratched away the man who was before.

   “Silus! Lucius you have to save him!” Orpheus said as he walked into the back room, seeing the look on The Author’s face, feeling his own rage and revulsion taking hold of him. His claws sparked to light as Silus shook his head.

“He made his choice. You were destined to save them. So go save them. Lucius’ decision was his. What is left behind is not yours to wonder why....” The Author replied, Orpheus seemed to take half a step forward, stopping when he realized that it was merely grief that he was feeling. The loss of a part of himself. He looked out the window to see what he wasn’t expecting. A pillar to blackness opening and a rush of cold, frost covering the structures around.
   
   The Author looked out to the world behind. He looked up to the sky and let out a sigh, the heavy chill causing his breath to become visible. Silently he prayed, begging and asking for a saving grace, for something to happen, to make his predictions wrong. Lucius Alba would not likely return, but if he could make it so then he would. But even if he could...it was unlikely Lucius would respond to such things. He let out a sigh and put his pen to paper. He could not resurrect Lucius...but he could prepare for something else.



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    “Eros! I found something!” A rough voice shouted in the darkness. The emptinees. It echoed but there was an ever so soft voice that seemed to whisper a response.

   "Yes, dear Psyche. I see him." The voice was not a dreadful one, though it's soft nature seemed to give consistency to one's being. There were worfds exchanging between the two voices. They called "him" by name as they looked over him. By the time the being was even capable of responding, a small figure clad in what appeared to be a ritualistic cloak mask squatted down. The glowing eyes of the trademark color and the brown hair poking out from behind the armored headband was a clear indicator of whom this was. Over their shoulder was a looming, pale eyed beast, a hybrid of what looked to be a reptile and a canine, liquid in nature but still so solid and form. Even the most fearless trembled at it's sight, if not just for the apathetic and lack of essence behind it. It was unnatural and played to everything that the subconscious mind fears and rejects. A perfect counterpart to the small Eros.

    “It looks fun! Can I play with it?” THe beast seemed to salivate a gaseous fluid, that droppped form it's maw and then faded upwards into a vapor. The child tilted it's head as it began to poke as the essence, giving it form.

    "I don't know...Lucius? I should think you have something to say." The being "Eros" said as they opened their cloak and took a knee, their bow set to the ground as they seemded to try and lift the formed Lucius within the darkness.

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Post by Red on February 1st 2019, 12:30 am



[h10]For the love of........ Please, just let me die.

Lucius felt his consciousness fade. It was not much different than what he expected. It was like a light going off—like the quickest fall into slumber he had ever experienced. Peaceful, really. Though, he could only think of it as such because he was being pulled back, much to his dismay.

As fast as he had gone, he had returned. His form now stood before two mysterious beings in a void of sorts. He shifted his eyes between the pair with an almost bored expression. He had just died. He had just let go of everything in an instant of thought. This did not worry him, and this did not interest him. He was just going through the motions now, adrift.


"D-do I have something to say? Ha...hahahaha!" Lucius began, then burst out in laughter.

"What sort of question is that? Of course I have things to say. I'm a man of many words. I could stand here and monologue for a year, and I still don't think I'd have it all out." Lucius paused. He wondered briefly where he was, and what these beings were. His analytical mind started up again, but he pulled it back. He didn't want to care. He didn't want to get invested again. None of this mattered anymore.

"But, I decided to put all that aside. I decided to shut up and take my penance, and I don't think I want to taint that. I could go on and on about how my country is without a leader, how my sons are without a father, how the coalition is without a strategist, and how the world is without a visionary such as I, but it would only further tarnish my memory. I gave my life in an effort to create a situation where others would not have to die—my last necessary evil. That's good enough for me." Lucius sighed after speaking. He didn't know if he was speaking to Gods, devils, or something else entirely, but again, it's not like it mattered. They were an ear, and they asked to hear what he had to say. Now, it was his turn to ask for something.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't care..... But, I nonetheless have a request. Two, actually. I am aware from the Archon that our souls move on to other realities when we die, even though we are not quite the same once we get there. So, If it's within your power, I wish to be sent to the universe I have labeled as Icarus 654.9875. I can write you a map...... If needs be," Lucius said, smirking a little at that. Even after death, he took pride in his intellectual capabilities.

"My second request is that you protect my sons, if you have the influence to do so. These are not demands or even pleas, just....the last will of a dying man. Take them or leave them, whoever you are." Even Lucius was surprised at his boldness. The first thing he did after Death was to start trying to shakedown Gods?

.......That wasn't actually surprising, now that he thought about it.
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"Come on my boy, lets get moving..... Or it will have been in vain," Nicolas Flamel said, holding the sobbing Lucas to him tightly. He was urging the boy to stand—to continue onward. Nick himself had water in his eyes. It was very difficult losing a friend such as Lucius, but it was even harder to see boys lose their father. One was a wreck, with true pain in his cries to the Heavens, and the other was cold—resentful at the universe, Lucius, and seemingly everything around him. Both were understandable. Both made sense to Flamel, and he had seen them countless times in those that had lost loved ones, but now was not the time.

Flamel saw a flurry of rubble, vehicles, and objects get thrown their way by a Handler. In an instant, he let Lucas go, and raised his cane. The crimson stone at the top glowed, stopping the objects, reshaping them. In seconds all the projectiles sent their way reformed into metal spikes, all turned towards the one that had thrown them initially. The spikes then shot at the Handler, and when each made contact, they exploded with the power of grenades. This onslaught was a powerful one, and Flamel added more to it still by turning the air around the Handler into various gases. He was not messing around. He wasn't going to lose anyone else.

When the explosions cleared, the Handler was gone. He had either been destroyed, or teleported somewhere else.

Flamel gritted his teeth, his face hardening. He grabbed Lucas by the scruff of the neck, pulling him to his feet and pushing him forward. The boy whimpered, but he walked on his own. Flamel wasn't going to give him any other choice.

"We have to move, son...... Unless we want to join your father," Flamel said. He walked with the boys once again, and Lucas said nothing. He hung his head low, silent as his mind raced. Flamel did pity him—he pitied them both, but they had to be soldiers now. He'd lost comrades in volleys, charges, trenches, and tanks. In all those times, Nicolas wanted to simply lay down and die, but he didn't. He pressed on, because even in the worst of times, there was always something worth fighting for.

The Father of Alchemy continued to write his circle. He was not as effective or quick at it without both Lucius and Ryan there to deflect blows for him, but he had renewed determination. He wasn't going to lose this. In a matter of ten minutes, the rune was completed. Nicolas' stone set aflame, and he lowered it to the circle.

"Hope that you have not damaged this endeavor too severely, Wardens! Banishment will be the least of your worries!" Nick said. He then lit the circle with his stone, and it rapidly turned into a glowing display of alchemical might. Energy shot from it and into the sky, sending a massive golden pulse outward over the entire battlefield. As if swept through the crowds, Handlers and Wardens disappeared.

In the center, Amory resisted. He screamed out in agony, and purple lightning lashed out at everything around him. Even still, with all his power, the rune was binding. He was going back to the Shroud.

The giant knight—The Warden of Power that had caused so much trouble—disappeared, leaving nothing but a gust of force to remember him.

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Kakabiel let Amor talk, listening, but obviously more interested in his updated book than anything else. It wasn't that the Love Warden's concerns were not warranted, only that Kakabiel had done all he could without breaking the Laws of the Wardens. Eventually, he did turn his gaze to Aurelius and Amor, though. It was odd seeing the two together again, after all this time, but he wasn't going to question it right now. There were much more important things going on.

"Amor of Love, I do not think any less of you as a Warden, or an Elder for that matter, for falling into corruption. Had any of us been so injured, the same would have happened. It was natural...... As is your admiration for this one. I wish the others held the same view, rather than holding grudges, but alas, the ignorant are fickle folk," Kakabiel said, laying a hand on Amor's shoulder briefly. He had implied he didn't care about what happened before, but this was the first time he had explicitly stated it. Perhaps the situation was cause for honesty.

"But on the more pressing matter: Amory will not blow up the planet. All the Wardens, save myself, are going Home. I'm sorry you couldn't be a bigger part of this, but as Flamel said, we are a liability..........." Kakabiel closed his book and turned once he heard the cracking of lightning. He watched, unflinching, as the wave approached.

"And there it comes. Nicolas does such fine work, don't you think? .......Anyway, it's been an honor knowing you two, If I do not return to The Shroud. Farewell, my brothers," Kakabiel said. Once the wave hit, the rune on Kakabiel would protect him, but Aurelius and Amor, like all the other Wardens, would be banished.

Flamel had succeeded.

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Suddenly, Death had been moved. He had no time to counter a displacement attack before it was done. He hadn't been expecting it, actually. Not to mention, he usually didn't need to worry about it. In Oblivion and it's main Earth, he could go wherever he liked, and nobody could stop him. Here, however, he was a tad more restricted. People could actually stop Death, as ironic as that is.

Regardless, he had been poofed to the other end of the battlefield most annoyingly. It's not like he couldn't get back in an instant, though. He took a step forward, and then turned into a black blur. Or, rather, a black blur to those with high level reaction time. To everyone else, he'd be invisible in the nano second it took him to return to the center of the battlefield. It looked like teleportation he was so fast.

"Oh, come on! Gotta let old Drifter join this Super God Vigilante Squad. You'd be nothin' without him!" Death said, brandishing his Scythe. He didn't really know which one of these two was the worse threat, but he did know he was here because Ren wanted some uber powerful motherfuckers shanked, and Death was happy to oblige.

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Post by Charlatan on February 2nd 2019, 1:18 am

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As The Disciple appeared the strands seemed to lax around the woman, The Weaver stepping back as she watched the strange individual that had appeared with a pit for an eye.  ”So, your master is too weak to best mine. How amusing.” She purred, drawing the blade from its sheath. A translucent , thin blade that was almost invisible in appearance. Subtly gliding through the air as she seemed to take some manner of stance, eyes behind the mask narrowed as if locking onto him. Everyone around them seemed to be pushed away, save for  Archon and the strange purple eyed man now in a hoodie.

He seemed to step away from the conflict itself, not even needing to be told to while the two squared off against one another, likely fo fight but he didn’t know which. ”by the time i’m done with you, you’ll be begging for death.” The seething anger within her didn’t seem to be showing like the other, more serene despite the black aura that had begun to radiate from her body.  Replete with malice, hatred and an intense bloodlust.  ”You’ll be next.” Her eyes seemed to jump to Archon, before returning to The Disciple, that was when her weapon was swung.
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Sean spent most of the time watching Zell either talk to people or things literally fall down around them. Something was happening, but he couldn’t fully comprehend what that was. The knowledge placed within his mind had nothing really that could help him, aside from the knowledge of Wardens who were more an annoyance than anything else.  He couldn’t help the sensation that he was not offering too much before or maybe even after The Black Beast problem they had all come together to deal with anyway.  There was plenty of cape swishing from unknown people before Zell turned to him and gave a few what sounded like orders. That was an order right? ”Hunt them down and kill them all without prejudice? Now that sounds like...an interesting order.  Alright, i’ll hunt down those whatevers” He nodded, watching him walk away while wondering what he should do.

With one last glance to the epic fight in the making, he walked away while pulling a small, blank piece of paper from his side bag. He muttered something under his breath, a spark of black arcing from a fingertip and blossoming across said paper. ”Let’s see if this works.” A rough estimate of the battlefield around him formed on the map, topographically accurate as far as he could tell. Two black dots formed on the map, followed by a massive blotch where he saw this Traveler trying to combat someone else. Didn’t know what that was about but it seemed like he had everything under control.  It was a little hard to find out who he was supposed to be rooting for, so he didn’t really root for anyone and instead walked off to where these marks were supposed to be while Mike seemed to wander off as well without the strange redhead.
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Seeing Death in Luke’s form disappear, he was pleased though the damage done was nowhere close to what he had hoped to to. This should have taken off his head, but then again  this was not someone he could just kill with decapitation.  A force slammed into his stomach, throwing him back but leaving the arm with the one tat had struck him. It hurt. He hadn’t felt pain in a long time but this genuinely hurt in a way he couldn’t describe, but it didn’t really disable him.  Instead it pissed him off, even more than before but then again he didn’t really care about that. Pain was temporary but he felt that this hatred within him would burn for far longer than that.  He gripped the arm, leaking a brackish fluid assumed only to be blood but it was unknown really.  

"There’s no harm in trying. So long as you exist, I won’t stop trying until I destroy you." He spat, drawing energy to the stump and letting it pool there before a new arm began to rapidly grow from where one used to be. Human in shape but then again that was what his vessel was supposed to look like. "So just accept it. I’m going to destroy you, one way or the other." He sounded almost resolute now, but that could have just been misplaced confidence or madness itself.  Keeping his essence from consuming this world was a chore but he did it anyway. Things seemed to be going fine until that was death within the flesh of his friend returned, scythe in hand as if ready to fight.

"Don’t know what you think you’re doing here and in his body, but I would suggest leaving it before I make you." He growled at Death, seeming to turn his ire towards someone else as well now. Amory was banished but that didn’t matter, he was nothing in the long run to him really.
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Shael listened to those talking around him, keeping that same dopey expression that he wore when listening to the people talk around him. They seemed to be getting along, which meant the kids were likely friends to Silus. He had the feeling he might have been waiting for Humanity, though for what reason he could not tell. Did they have something important to say to one another or was it more along the lines that one of them needed that meeting. He only really moved from where he was the moment a dogpi;le was called and he joined the other kids to pile onto Silus as if that would somehow improve whatever his mood was. Not like he seemed too unhappy with his life externally.  With that however he was told to help hunt down Humanity, something that he would likely have to do.

”Look for him? I can do that.” He nodded, looking to the other kids he had walked here with before turning back to Silus. ”I’ll find him. Shouldn’t be too hard. Then we can hang out after...we fight the weird beast thing.” He hmmmed, shifting into the shape of a wolf before seemingly motioning with his head for the others to follow , nuzzling a nose against Silus’ cheek before walking off.
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His eyes looked over the space where his father once stood multiple times. Ryan didn’t know what to do really, and it didn’t matter/ Once again someone had made the decision and another life lost.  It would have been so hilarious if he weren’t feeling so bitter about the fact. Of course he was thinking about something, a spiteful and cowardly thing maybe. Turning to Flamel, his eyes narrowed at the decrepit old man before he seemed to walk away. Lucas clung to him, crying his eyes out. Where were his own tears to shed? All spent most likely, though he didn’t want to waste the words to say that. Chaos was happening around them, people fighting and he assumed even dying considering the carnage.  If the handlers took note of him, there was no idea really but they didn’t seem to go after him. Instead fighting among themselves and being taken down by those who had enough of their nonsense.

Well, they were fighting until the great pulse and all of them being sent away in a flash. ”What am I going to do? What van I even do?” He thought to himself, brpws furrowing and mind working over the impossible situation around him. This was a bit out of his control, nothing that he could really do anything about.  At the very least it felt that way and he didn’t like it.  It was then that he felt someone looking over him, turning to see a man leaning on a strange colored cane.

"What do we have here?"
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