Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20180826180401/@comment-26892768-20180902114117

Meanwhile, high in the atmopshere...

With two loud zzziiiiiiips, two holes in reality open up. Out of one flies a golden sphere. Out of the other flies a sphere that almost seems to glow maroon - the color of rust.

Both spheres head for Alola, albeit aiming for different islands.

Of course, these "spheres" aren't actually spheres. They are, in reality, two people, from two different universes. Said universes were relatively similar...up until one point.

The fight between two men over who would claim the Golden Fruit.

In one, the man who wished to save the world despite its flaws won, exiling himself from the world he fought so hard to protect so that he could save it, establishing a paradise elsewhere in the process - a world that the other man fought to found.

In the other, the man who wished to destroy the world for its crimes and make it anew won, and he wiped civilization out before establishing his new world - a world where the weak would not be trampled underfoot by the strong, but rather, supported by them.

The two spheres coming down to Alola are these two men in different forms - two sides of a coin, from two different universes. The golden sphere heads for the fight with Morphos, while the rust-like sphere plummets towards Malie City.

Morphos gives a pained growl as he retracts the cut tentacle into his chest, but before he has a chance to reveal if he copied Cinder's power or not, his attention is drawn to the golden sphere landing behind Oren and Jonouchi.

"Kouta...?" Ryugen mutters under his breath. And almost immediately after he says that, he immediately starts firing on Morphos, drawing the monster's attention to him as he sprints, dodging Morphos' gunfire.

Meanwhile, Oren and Jonouchi stare at the golden sphere, looking as it disappears with a glow, leaving a blonde man in silver armor to stand there, with one eye a noticeable, jarring, red. Then the man waves his hand, and with a glow, his attire changes into something far more casual - an orange jacket, tan jeans, a dark purple shirt with stripes of orange and white criss-crossing over it. His hair is also black now, and his eyes match. Of course, while Oren and Jonouchi are observing this change, they don't notice that some of the glow is absorbed into their bodies.

"So, dressing up as a mortal again, huh, Kout..." Jonouchi initially smirks, but trails off as he notices the obvious. "E-english? I'm speaking English? And I can understand what I'm saying?"

"For the time being." Kouta nods. "I figured that I should fix the issue of the language barrier first...and, yeah, basically. I mean, the armor is really cool, but I like a different look once in a while...and I need to remind myself that I wasn't always the Man of the Beginning. Helps keep me grounded, you know?"

"Don't think you need any help in that apartment, darling." Oren remarks. "But that's besides the point! It's actually convenient you showed up, because we have a bit of an...issue on our hands."

"I know...vaguely." Kouta chuckles sheepishly. "Admittedly, I just happened to notice you were gone, tracked you down, and followed you here, so I didn't exactly do any research. I do know we happen to be in another universe, though."

"That explains a lot..." Jonouchi mutters.

"And we aren't the only foreigners here. There seems to be several - all of them here, on this chain of islands...I don't know why they were brought here, but I know that several are just as bad, if not worse, than the Overlords we faced in the past. This won't be your last fight by a long shot." Kouta gravely states.

"Well, that's reassuring-wait, 'your'?" Jonouchi asks, doing a double take.

"Yeah. You guys can handle this without me. There's just one small issue that I need to fix real quick..." And then Kouta waves his arm, and a glow comes from within both of their jackets.

Oren and Jonouchi, having a suspicion of what Kouta just did, search their jackets and pull out their drivers and Lockseeds. Sure enough - the gashes through both have been completely fixed, and the Lockseeds are good as new.

Oren lets out a triumphant laugh, putting on his driver. "Aha! Bravo and Gridon are making a grand comeback! You know, you're not bad for an Aquarian. I might make you some cake when all of this is...oh, wait, you can't eat human food; never mind then!"

"I appreciate the sentiment." Kouta replies, a hint of a smile on his face.

"You're welcome." Oren then turns around to face the fight, looking at Jonouchi. "Jonouchi! Let's join in."

"Yes, sir!" Jonouchi turns around to face the fight as well.

Oren briefly kisses his Lockseed, before pulling away and activating it at the same time as his apprentice.

"Durian!"

"Donguri!"

Two rips in reality open up, one unveiling a metal durian, the other unveiling a metal acorn. Morphos looks over, raising an eyebrow and growling at the sight.

The two let the soon-to-be armor descend, Oren preforming a pose with his arms crossed above his head briefly before both press down on the knife on their drivers, resulting in a electronic guitar riff and a "Come on!"

The durian lands on Oren, generating bright green and purple spiky armor as it unfolds. "Durian Arms! Misteeeeeeeeeeer...DANGEROUS!"

The acorn lands on Jonouchi, generating a more subdued brown, dark brown, and silver armor. "Donguri Arms! NEVER~ GIVE~ UP~!"

And thus, the two Armored Riders stand, ready to face Morphos.

Oren - or, as of now, Bravo - points a spiked dagger towards Morphos. "En garde!"

And then he charges at the beast, expertly dodging the projectiles Morphos shoots at him, before getting up close to Morphos and letting him have it. Slices, thrusts, jabs; he does it all, but it isn't just wild swinging. He's being precise about it, aiming for specific parts of Morphos' body, and calculating the angle of his swings to do the most damage. And he just...''won't. Let. UP.'' Mister Dangerous, indeed...

Morphos, forced to back up due to the rapid assault, tries to swing his left arm at Bravo, but Bravo blocks the bladed discs by crossing his swords, uncrossing them to send Morphos back a bit more before going straight into a slash across the chest. "Is that the best you've got? Really, how do you expect to beat me in combat with such sloppy form? It's a wonder you've been fighting like that against four people and still haven't fallen!"

Morphos roars in rage, aiming his right arm at Bravo's chest before a cluster of projectiles slams into Morphos, causing him to roar once more in pain...said roar then getting louder when Bravo stabs him in the chest.

"Pay attention!" Bravo reprimands, wagging his free finger.

Ryugen looks over to Gridon, the latter's hammer now slightly smoking. "How did you know you could hit them with your hammer?"

"Lucky guess." Gridon answers.

The wraiths seem to destabilize, their form flickering - much to Valeena's confusion. Not that she has much time to figure out how Black Knight's weapon did that.

Black Knight's strike breaks the shield, but Valeena retaliates by immediately blasting him point blank. "I will not be defeated by the likes of-"

And then the rust-colored sphere slams into the ground, leaving a rather large, flaming crater. Valeena looks over, surprised.

A moment after she looks, something steps out of the crater. A blonde man with one brown eye and one red eye in elaborate red, yellow, and black armor, with large shoulderpads and etched-on designs in black lines. He practically seems to radiate power. The man looks towards Valeena.

"Who are you!?" Valeena hisses, readying herself for another combatant.

Instead of responding, the man starts walking towards her.

Valeena promptly blasts him...but the man holds out his hand, and the beam stops in mid-air, much to Valeena's shock. With a flick of his finger, the beam instead goes skyward, not hitting anything. Valeena, now slightly concerned, hurls up a swarm of bat-skulls for the man to deal with, but all he does is just stop them in mid-air and teleport them elsewhere - in one of the still-going fires of his crater, to be precise, where they are immediately incinerated. Valeena, now really concerned, sends a quick mental command to the wraiths.

The wraiths Black Knight slashed reform, and they, along with the other two wraiths, screech, flying towards the odd man. He looks at them all, and simply concentrates.

They're all disintegrated before they can even touch him.

At this point, Valeena starts getting desperate, throwing everything she can think of at this oddly powerful man - but nothing works. The man just keeps walking towards Valeena as none of her attacks even make contact with him. Then, when he gets close enough to Valeena, he promptly stops walking and holds out his hand. Valeena is slammed hard into the wall of a nearby building by some sort of force that she can only see by the blue tint it has in the air. Valeena struggles, but finds she can barely move. It's like she's made of lead, and gravity is holding her down to the ground, or she's deep underwater, and this is all the pressure down there - point is, Valeena is effectively pinned to the wall.

"You wish to know who I am?" The man finally speaks, before noticing that Valeena is managing to reach out with her hand and promptly increasing the pressure, causing the errant arm to slam back into the wall. Said wall starts to crack. "I am the man who was oppressed by the system of the world, which said that the strong could do as they wished, trampling the weak underfoot. I am the man who overcame that system, destroying the world who enforced it and painting it over in my image, creating a world where the weak would not be trampled. And now that one of the enforcers of that system has summoned others of his kind from throughout the Triverse and gathered them here, I've come to eradicate those enforcers."

The wall cracks some more.

"I am Kaito Kumon. I am the Man of the Beginning. I am Baron, and I will be your executioner." The man finishes.

And then the wall gives, and Valeena flies through several buildings.

Kaito turns his head to look at the others. "She's not dead. Come. Watch me."

And then he turns back into the rust colored-sphere and flies after Valeena.

There's a moment of silence.

"...what just happened?" Mack asks, completely astounded.

"I, uh..." Max blinks, confused as to what Valentine even did, before answering. "Max McGrath."

"Uh, hey! Earth to Max! That guy just somehow teleported because we threw a napkin over his head! Maybe, instead of giving him your name, you should start questioning him as to how he did that? Don't make me come out there Max, because I will! Not like the alien robot would make things any weirder..." Steel mutters, still completely audible to Max - still speaking in his mind, after all.

And then, as if on cue, Ms. Fortune comes back with Max's map.

"Hey, who gave you this map? Because..." Ms. Fortune trails off, looking over Valentine and raising an eyebrow. "...who is this clown?"

"Oh yes, thank you! Finally, someone says what I was thinking! Go get him, sister!" Steel cheers.

"Steel, don't be so..." Max mutters under his breath, before trailing off as he realizes Ms. Fortune can hear him "Uh, ignore that!"

"Oh, that's going to be a tough one to explain away, isn't it? Sorry, man." Steel apologizes.

"You need a host, don't you?" Skeleton King looks at the magic construct.

It stabilizes, looking at the Skeleton King with what appears to be a look of curiosity.

"I believe I can provide you with that." Skeleton King continues, grinning.

For a moment, the construct looks at Mandarin and recoils in what appears to be disgust.

"Not him." Skeleton King clarifies, much to both the construct and monkey's relief. Skeleton King raises his staff, the tip glowing a brilliant white, before letting a concentrated beam of the light hit the ground.

As if on command, an odd humanoid made of some sort of blackish tar-like substance sprouts from the ground - a Formless. But unlike most Formless, which happen to be black and white, this one is black, purple, and green. Mandarin recalls that this is the same method the Skeleton King used to create the Hyper Formless for him.

The magic construct...doesn't seem pleased. If anything, it seems just as disgusted as it was with the prospect of Mandarin being it's host. Skeleton King is not having it, however, and just dissipates the shield to brute force the construct into the Formless.

This works, surprisingly enough.

The Formless falls to the ground, bubbling and contorting. It takes on a feminine shape, briefly looking somewhat attractive before skeletal wings covered in ooze - giving the illusion of feathered wings - burst out of the back, the claws of the Formless extend, a jaw forms in the Formless' head, allowing it to roar as horns grow from it's head and it gets up, standing on two legs...

And then everything seems to compress.

The Formless shrinks down, the claws shrinking down and splitting to become green human-like hands; the wings folding around the Formless before melding together, forming a black dress with long sleeves; the face's skeletal features being molded like clay to become human-like, with the horns no longer seeming to be part of the head, but rather, part of the clothing.

The construct-possessed Formless looks at itself in surprise, before hesitantly feeling the dress. To it's surprise, it actually feels like fabric. Sighing in relief, the construct, now with a new host, turns to face the Skeleton King, glaring at him with arms crossed.

"This host is...admittedly not as disgusting as I'd imagine it would be...but I don't appreciate you forcing me into this new host like that." The construct states.

"My apologies, but I figured that convincing you to take on the Formless as a host would be a rather difficult endeavor. Certainly one that would've taken up a good amount of my time. You understand, don't you?" The Skeleton King asks.

"...I do. And I will accept your apology for the time being, as without a host, I would've slowly dissipated into nothing." The construct takes a more neutral stance. "I am the Enchantress, although if one wants to be technical, my proper name is the Remnant of Fate. I prefer the former, as you could probably tell."

"'Enchantress?' Oh, great, just what we needed! Another witch!" Mandarin gripes.

The Enchantress promptly glares at him, a purple flame appearing in her hand. Mandarin yelps, scrambling back as the Enchantress looks at Skeleton King. "May I burn him?"

"No..."

Mandarin sighs in relief.

"I will tell you when you can burn him."

Mandarin squeaks.