Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190215115809/@comment-26892768-20190218002307

(Accepted)

Elsewhere...

In a normal-looking house on Earth C, a teenager with blond hair, some rather slick shades, and red magic pajamas godtier clothing is waiting for the same person Terezi is trying to contact. This would be Dave Strider, Knight of Time.

He looks at the clock, then at his phone. It's been several minutes since his friend's contacting him last. With his powers, he should've been here far earlier. Dave idly wonders what's going on...

And why he feels so unnerved.

''With one last charge through a horde of slime creatures, undead, and various traitorous knights, she finally makes it through. She's certainly worse for the wear, the army's made sure of that, but she's still ready to fight her adversary.''

''Or so she thinks. That's before she actually sees her.''

''Two knights are hung high from the ceiling, wrapped in chains and looking close to death. By her adversary's side is a bloodied corpse, animated with its wicked magic and wielding a massive scythe. And then there's her main opponent. It's certainly familiar - but she hasn't seen it like this before. Its outline and general features - a twisted mirror of her own - are certainly recognizable, but it seems more viscous than before. More skeletal. It's like the thing's taken traits from its underlings, or perhaps something else...''

The corpse moves to intercept, but she bats it aside...and when she turns her head to look back at her adversary, she only sees the light of a massive beam of magic.

''It isn't like before. She isn't fast enough. She can't intercept. Even if she had enough time to raise her shield, it wouldn't last. This is-''

And then she wakes up, gasping for breath as she tries to recover from the nightmare. Perhaps now would be a good time to describe exactly who was having the nightmare. She's a rather tall, muscular woman, dressed in red armor with hints of golden trimming here and there. She has a large helmet on her head with wings on the sides, and next to her is a giant red shield. This is, of course, Shield Knight.

"Are you well?" Shield Knight looks over, and sees her partner: a short man dressed in cerulean armor, wearing a rather concealing helmet with large horns, and perhaps most peculiar of all, is armed with a shovel, of all things. This would be, of course, Shovel Knight. "I've recently had the misfortune of dealing with nightly terrors myself. I know how it can be."

Shield Knight looks over at Shovel Knight. For a moment, an image of him in her dream - hanging from the ceiling in chains, barely clinging onto life - flashes in her mind, but she pushes it aside. He's fine. He's here, he's safe, and he's fine. The Remnant of Fate, and the thing it twisted her into, is long gone. She can't be this concerned over a mere dream. With a smile (that might just be the tiniest bit faked), she grabs her shield and gets up. "Fear not, 'tis nothing I can't handle. We can talk about it when we get some rest later, alright?"

Shovel Knight nods, assured by his partner's words. "Very well, then! Now, let's see here..."

He pulls out a map, and gestures for Shield Knight to come over. She does, and the two start discussing where to go next.

Elsewhere, among the streets of a bustling city, a rather big man in a trench coat walks down the sidewalk, with people just moving around him and trying to ignore him.

And when I say big, I don't mean normal big. I mean he's seven foot seven. He's...not what you'd call small by any stretch of the imagination.

This would be Big Band - formerly a regular cop, up until he was targeted by a corrupted justice system that wanted to keep him silent, at which point his life was saved by turning him into an ASG: an Anti Skullgirl weapon. He's lived many long years since then, and this? This would be the third Skullgirl he's had to deal with.

This one, however, has a thing against the Medicis. Completely understandable. The Medicis have a tendency to make enemies - it's just that they typically aren't powerful enough or have enough resources to take on an entire underworld empire.

A Skullgirl, however...she could do them in. But, Skullgirls are by nature walking death machines, so, while no Medici would be nice, he has to stop her simply because of the thousands of casualties that would be involved in her plan.

Hence why he's heading to the River King Casino. The place is a well-known center of Medici activity, after all.

To most, it would seem like a peaceful day along the Dublin coast. The sun is shining bright, the sea is sparkling, the grass is greener than ever...but most people also don't have the same kind of vision as a high speed camera. If they did, they might be able to spot the small flying woman in the high tech suit, currently vibrating so fast that she can't be seen.

This would be captain Holly Short of the LEPRecon unit, heading out on her latest mission to ensure that all of fairykind was kept secret from the general populace of humans.

One would think that with the Great Technology Crash, her job would be easier. While humans had recovered somewhat, there was still significantly less risk of exposure than before, and thus, less caution was required. Fairies had managed to make several trips to the surface with the only lasting consequences being some rumors here and there.

But the lack of risk also made some fairies decide to try their luck - such as the caravan of Goblins that had gone up to the surface, planning on getting illegal contraband from the Mud Men above and passing off their appearance as a skin condition, of all things.

Only goblins...

So, naturally, here she was, flying to their location to stop their plan before it even began.

The Kennedy Space Center is not having the best day.

Primarily because ninety percent of the people who were there are dead, gravity's gone out to lunch, and there's some crazy priest trying to "achieve heaven" (whatever that means) with his only real opposition being two escaped criminals and a child.

...Well, actually, it's three escaped criminals, but they don't know that yet. As far as they're aware, she's dead.

And she would be, if not for a bit of knowledge she picked up from a book some time ago. She's surprised she managed to remember that.

There, trying to work with the odd gravity to get closer to the priest, is a nineteen-year old young woman with dark blue and green hair, dressed in a blue suit with a spiderweb-esque design on it and a gray jacket. Currently, her torso has two large holes in it, having been woven into a shape much like a 3D infinity symbol of some kind: a mobius strip.

This is Jolyne Cujoh. Her primary goal at the moment? Kick Pucci's ass.

Further along in the same universe - or at least something similar to it - a blonde man with rather flashy clothing and a nice hat to go with it is currently watching something. Those who know him would recognize this man as Faust Zepelli - a man whose sanity has been called into question many, many times, who refuses to back down no matter the odds, a one-man crusader against what he perceives to be a malevolent mistress of luck, and a damn good gambler.

At the moment, Faust is...watching the Bachelor.

No, really. H-he's not on a epic adventure or anything. His group's kind of relaxing a bit at the moment.

"Damn you, Michael..." Faust growls, leaning forward on the edge of his seat. "I know you have bad taste, but if you eliminate her, I SWEAR TO GOD-"

And while all this is happening, a certain teenager is in the center of the omniverse.

Now having voiced his thoughts on the matter rather bluntly, the teen looks around the place. It appears to be a white void of some kind, where he can barely tell where it starts and where it ends - because the thing is just so bright!. After a few moments, however, his eyes begin to adjust, and he starts to notice...curvature? He looks a bit closer. There's definitely curvature - the walls are curved outward, the ceiling is curved upward, the floor is curved downwards...

"wait, is the center of the multiverse just...a ball?" John asks himself, looking around. "huh, really seems like it does. maybe it's like, a frog egg or something? maybe i should ask jade when i get back...after i'm done making sure i didn't break anything with dave, i mean."

He's silent for a moment. "...okay, i should probably go back now, but before i do, maybe i could..."

He shakes his head. "no, no; i'm not going to try and see if i can see anything beyond the edge, i just need to get to dave's house and not touch anything! starting...now!"

He begins to focus, closing his eyes and starting to glow a bit, with the glow gradually growing as he focuses.

"...man, it really takes a while to teleport when you're in here..." John remarks to himself, opening his eyes to check on his progress...and then immediately seeing that the white void around him is pulsing blue, like a slow, erratic heartbeat. His eyes widen, and he immediately shuts them. "oh god oh god oh god teleport faster teleport faste-"

And he's gone. After a few moments, the pulses die out, leaving the center inert as it should be.

It's a good thing he didn't go to the edge of the center...but if he did, he would've seen that every time the center pulsed, it sent out a wave of energy that effected the clusters of universes around it and beyond. There's not a lot he could've done to stop it, but that's besides the point.

All that matters is the results.

And the results are soon to make themselves apparent.