Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180211115902/@comment-26892768-20180212115204

Thankfully, as the group exits John's ship, none of them notice the slightly ajar closet door...

Save for one. Avak, still limping due to the wound Meltdown gave him, takes up the back, looking at his unconscious comrade until he sees the door out of the corner of his eye. He looks. His eyes narrow. Seems like he connected the dots...

But he does nothing to acknowledge John's presense. He turns back to follow the group, and as he does, he mouths one thing - seemingly to nothing, but clearly meant for John.

Give them hell.

And he keeps going.

"Does it really matter?" Valeena lets more of her emotions show in her voice at that moment than she really wants to show, and her voice cracks halfway through. But rather than deciding to berate herself for it, she just tries to regain her composure and keeps going.

She does manages to regain most of her composure...most of it. "Just take me to your prison and let me wait for you to decide when to execute me."

Emily quickly backpedals, dispeling the shield...before she uses her magic to grab Scrapper's drills and force them into the ground.

"I'm sorry too." Then she turns her attention to Long Haul and Hightower.

Sari takes one look at Bonecrusher and his gaping mouth. This is almost too easy...

She fires off several energy blasts into Bonecrusher's mouth.

Well, honestly Discord's fine with more magic up in the North, but what he's slightly concerned/terrified about is the fact that this thing is casually breaking ley lines like it's nothing...I mean, sure, he can break other complicated webs of magic - the caribou and their system of magic come to mind - but he figured that sort of thing wouldn't work on Yggsdrasil itself.

Matrisse clutches her head for a moment...and then her eyes widen as she realizes exactly what just challenged her.

Possibly the greatest threat she ever faced, before she'd had her realization. An eldritch abomination that left madness and destruction in it's wake - pure chaos. Raw magic. She'd barely managed to contain the thing back then, and she used her powers to make sure that no one remembered the thing. That it's influence wouldn't spread and potentially weaken the prison beneath Yggsdrasil. And she'd used her powers to lessen the influence of the Nightmare Presense further by working the laws of magic in such a way that future Chaos avatars would not nearly be as damaging as the Nightmare Presense had once been.

She never really dwelled much on the Nightmare Presense. She didn't like dwelling on the Nightmare Presense, because it was the one thing that poked a hole in her realization. The way she thought of it, she figured that running the universe her way; that breaking herself from the self-imposed chains she'd given to herself to keep the greater good in mind for the ungrateful races of Equus who didn't give her any appreciation for keeping the universe running and stable would allow her to face the Nightmare Presense far more easily.

But it didn't. Whenever she thought of the Nightmare Presense now, she was terrified. Any mental fortitude she'd had back then was gone for some reason ''and she hated it. ''So she just tried to not think about it. Easy enough when she was still a mountain, in all her glory and might. Easy enough when she was shattered into countless pieces, her mind too shattered to even think before her pieces had been scattered from Equestria to the Omniverse.

Not so easy now, compressed into a robotic body that she suddenly remembers is far smaller than the Nightmare Presense.

And the Dimentio does a quick cough - clearly meant to gather everyone's attention, seeing as he no longer needs to cough.

"Well, princess, I do believe you'll see our combat capabilities soon enough...sort of."

Tephra raises an eyebrow.

"I say sort of because this is more of a stealth mission than anything else. You're not going to see the army ''in action, but you'll be seeing our more specialized members in action for sure!" ''Dimentio explains.

"And this mission is...?" Kazumi asks, waiting for a proper answer.

"Well, this requires a bit of an explanation. You see, before I was in my current state, I had several colleagues - Waspinator here was one of them. However, after I was...for lack of a better term, shattered, most of those colleagues were...not as well-informed as Waspinator was on the matter of me not being dead. So they went their own ways. And three of them have formed a group with some others, and the leader of said group...let's just say that if she accomplishes her goal anytime in the near future it'll be a hinderance to all of us."

"Get to the point." Tephra growls.

''"So, we're going to go to another universe that's well aware of the existence of other universes and is paranoid of said universes thanks to the remnants of a dead organization slowly piecing itself together to revive a dead man and then send said man to a group of some of our enemies!" ''Dimentio summarizes. "Won't that be exciting?"

"A dead organization?" Tephra raises an eyebrow.

''"The Institution of Law Enforcement and Heroics - more informally known as just the Institution of Heroics. Surprisingly enough, have nothing to do with the heroes. They were disbanded a while back, but of course with one of that particular universe's residents getting pulled into the chaos across the omniverse, that universe was eventually informed of the omniverse at large, and the Institution has been using that to reap the seeds of paranoia and slowly gain back power. It's a bit slow-going, and they haven't quite reached their former position of power - they're mainly just using the fact that other universes exist at all to reap paranoia more than anything else and that isn't the most effective thing in the world; from what I've heard if they had their leader back they might be more effective - but they'll still be a bit of a threat. Not much of one, but still a threat nonetheless. But we should be fine!"''

After all, it wasn't like there was a lot that could've changed since he last checked, right?

Elsewhere, a woman brought back from the dead adjusts her headdress. She looks at herself at the mirror. Perfect.

And just in time, too. One of her workers pokes his head in. "The stage is ready, Director."

"Excellent." Without hesitation, she heads out. She's already prepared her speech - rather easy for her, really - and she's ready to speak to the world.

After all, the Institution of Law Enforcement and Heroics is global now.

And to think that she had to thank the very same person who helped lead to the Institution's initial downfall...