Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190630232431/@comment-26892768-20190705174425

(time to do a thing)

Hat Kid nods as she follows Raven and Niko to the portal, and for once, she actually speaks. "Hat Kid!"

...wow, that voice is adorable.

Also, that's probably not her real name - seems more like a nickname than anything - but she seems fine with it.

Meanwhile, Jolyne is glancing back at the blonde guy - more specifically, his Stand, and how it's somehow making the grass turn into locusts.

"Who the hell is this guy...?" Jolyne mutters to herself. Shame the tentacle is electric; otherwise the bugs might have-

...hmmm. Maybe their sacrifices aren't all in vain.

''"Stone Free!" ''Without another word, Jolyne's Stand unravels it's left arm into string and shoots it outward, piercing a fried locust's carcass...and another...and another...

Very quickly, the fried locusts find themselves on the string that is Stone Free, and the Stand seems to be pulling them together to form something...

And while Jolyne does that, Vriska rolls to the side of the tentacle dealing with her, readies her sword, and...

She's-

She's shivving a giant tentacle

Who does that?

Meanwhile, deep within the bowels of Aperture, in which the forgotten experiments and creations of Aperture Science lay...

A portal opens - but it doesn't seem like the others. Instead, clocks seem to materialize into existence, forming a rim to the portal as golden energy crackles along them. And while that happens, the inside of the portal fills with a mix of silver and gray, filling the air with an unknown energy until it finally explodes outward, leaving a hole in the fabric of space-time. Human-sized. Perfect for one to step through.

A black and gold boot steps out, followed by another. Two large silver clock hands billow behind him, highlighting the black and gold armor covering his entire body. A golden watch strap wraps around his torso diagonally, and shoulderpads like an eagle's wings reflect his grandeur. Anyone who could read Japanese would realize that this man's visor, with all the odd gaps and spaces between it, is actually the kanji for Rider, but stylized - ライダー.

And if they were to get close, they would also realize that the black on his helmet isn't solid. It's all an interconnecting pattern of the same kanji, repeated over and over...

王.

King.

Oma Zi-O, king of time and ruler of 2068, looks around the old walls in interest. Normally, he's not one to interfere in the affairs of other universes and timelines. It's not like he's not aware of them - his own power over time allows him to look over the entirety of it, and thanks to the power he inherited from the tenth rider, Decade, he's also aware of alternate realities, dimensions, and universes. It's just that Oma Zi-O prefers to focus on keeping his far younger self on the path to becoming him, regardless of blatant sabotage others might attempt.

However, when he noticed the sudden convergence of many differing universes and timelines, that's when he decided to check in. After all, this can't be some accident or wild chance. There has to be a force behind this, he's sure of it. And while he's outgrown the need for allies in his own universe...that doesn't mean he's not open to the idea. After all, a great and benevolent overlord such as himself is always open to the idea of helping others, and perhaps receiving help in return, unless it's extremely dire.

Like when he initially united the world by scorching the Earth and killed off half the human population.

In that case, he knew no one would ally with him, because they wouldn't understand how it was the only way.

By taking that sacrifice, he ensured the future. Truly, a benevolent overlord in every sense of the word...

But he's getting off-track. He knows that not everyone is here, but they all will be soon. In the meantime, he'll send out something to watch the situation.

With a grunt, Oma Zi-O snaps his fingers, causing what appears to be a stylized R to flash in the air for a moment before dissipating. A moment later, he hears a honking, as what seems to be a small toy car with the color of a taxi zips in front of Oma Zi-O, riding along a track that seems to generate itself as the car goes along.

Dimension Cab. The Shift Car should be able to defend itself with it's portal making abilities, and will serve as an excellent watchdog.

Oma Zi-O turns to leave and return to 2068...but then he pauses, and, calling upon his own power, puts out his hand, materializing an armored figure into existence a moment later.

Just in case Dimension Cab is overwhelmed. Oma Zi-O is quite certain that this man should be enough to protect it for a bit while it makes a getaway if needed.

And with that, Oma Zi-O leaves.

Dimension Cab zips off into the more recent, monitored levels of Aperture, and the figure Oma Zi-O summoned just...stands there, panting and growling like some kind of animal.

Meanwhile, back in one of the many test chambers of Aperture, the other troll, Chixie Roixmr, is currently curled up in the fetal position and trying to recover from the encounter with the giant eyeball-tentacle thing in the field.

Seeing that thing crawling towards her and everyone else in the field did not do wonders for her in terms of stress. That, combined with everything else - the fact that she's no longer on Alternia, the fact that she has no idea where she is, the fact that she has no idea how to get home, among other things - has her just trying to calm herself down and trying to avoid panicking.

Well, more than she already is.

But, as she lies on the floor, a portal opens up nearby, and out of it falls a teenager who promptly hits the floor face-down. Unlike the *last* teenage girl who landed face-down on the floor, this one is not a troll, but rather a human, wearing a white shirt, white skirt, black leggings, and white shoes.

"bluh" The girl gets up, revealing a bright pink symbol of a four-eyed cat planted squarely in the center of her outfit. "okay, i dif not appreciate that wake-up call. could i jst sleep in peace, please? i don't need a stupid portal or..."

The girl trails off as she looks at Chixie, noticing the troll staring at her.

"...wow, you look like you've hadd a shittier day than i have" The girl sits down in front of Chixie. "which is not sayin a lot since i haven't been awake for that long but...want to talk abot it? name's roxy"

And in yet another test chamber, a triangular, green portal opens up, and shortly afterwards, another teenager flies out of it, crashing into a wall and stumbling away. Oddly enough, she doesn't seem hurt, shaking it off rather easily. She turns around just in time to see the portal close, making her growl in frustration.

"Stupid dipstick..." The teenager floats up, hair flaring into a brighter flame as she glares at nothing in particular.

See, this is not exactly a normal teenage girl. This is a ghost, and a malevolent one at that. Her most recent plan to get the world under her finger was once again foiled by the goody-two-shoes ghost hero of her world, Danny Phantom, and as always, she got ejected back into the Ghost Zone.

It just so happened that this time, she happened to fly into a natural portal, which any sane ghost would avoid, as they can lead to practically anywhere in time and space and have a habit of closing at the most inconvenient times. She couldn't avoid it in time, and now she's stuck here. And she is not a big fan of here at all.

White panels as far as the eye can see, uniformity everywhere, and she notices a few cameras in the corner. A control freak's dream, she's sure. As someone who doesn't appreciate authority in the slightest, the urge to trash this place is rising.

Grabbing her guitar, the ghost girl aims at the camera nearest to her and strums, sending a wave of green energy from her guitar that destroys the camera. She does this to every other camera she can spot, then turns to the room itself...but manages to restrain herself. For all she knows, this could be some freaky ghost research facility. She has to stay incognito for now, or at least until the next natural portal opens up.

With a glow, the ghost turns see-through, her outline barely visible as she phases through a wall, holding her guitar close to her as she floats around. And in the meantime, she hums a tune from a song near and dear to her heart...

"Oh, Ember, you will remember~"

"Ember, one thing remains"

"Ember, so warm and ten~der~"

"You will remember my name"