Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190417015551/@comment-26892768-20190421140709

Fossil Fumes flies over the blast, laughing.

"Oh, I'm sure I could take the heat...but how about you cool down-"

[ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪꜰᴇꜰᴏʀᴍ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ .]

"...Are you kidding me? Now? Why now, of all the-" Fossil Fumes ranting is interrupted by his right shoulder jerking to the right, the Omnitrix dial turning yellow as it faces the two fighting Cybertronians.

[ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅɴᴀ ᴀɴᴀʟʏꜱɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴀᴄ Q ᴜɪꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ .]

A yellow beam shoots out and goes over Underbite and Grimlock, and then the Omnitrix goes back to it's typical orange color, displaying an that doesn't really look like either of the two robots. However, as Fossil Fumes adjusts the dial, looking rather confused, his eyes widen as he realizes what it means.

"They're...''variants of the same species?" ''Fossil Fumes looks over at the two fighting in disbelief, then looks back at the Omnitrix dial. "This is weirder than the situation with the Gourmand DNA..."

And then he grins, adjusting the dial so that it shows a silhouette rather similar to Underbite. "That being said...that's not stopping me from testing this out."

And he presses the dial.

His entire form is engulfed in an orange flash as Mad Ben falls to the ground and sends up a cloud of sand, taking on a new, larger form that easily dwarfs Heatblast in size as he lets out a robotic laugh. Orange eyes glow through the dust.

And now for something completely different!

Back in the main universe, a portal opens up, and out of it drops a teenage girl, albeit a rather odd-looking one - what, with her gray skin, orange and yellow horns, fangs, and the fact that her left eye has seven pupils for some unknown reason. Yeah, definitely not normal.

For a moment, the girl sits there, blinking, and then she gets up, brushes herself off, looks around...and begins screaming in incomprehensible rage.

Perhaps some introductions are in order.

This is Vriska Serket. She is a troll currently around sixteen human years old, and was having a pretty good time up until a few moments ago. To make a very, very long story short, she was helping to lead an army of ghosts to fight a malevolent, time-travelling god of double-death who casually ripped apart the eldritch and was near-unstoppable...save for the one weakness. The weakness that Vriska had finally deployed after dealing with some orange guy who seemed obsessed with her for whatever reason. The weapon that would finally end English...

...except now she won't be able to see it with her own eyes 8ecause some JACKASS decided to pull her out of her moment in the spotlight!