Written by Rune Silverstar 05-03-2002 12:38 AM
Written by Tanith 05-03-2002 12:39 AM
Get off, please.... can't... breathe....
Written by Rune Silverstar 05-03-2002 12:40 AM
Can I tag along with you on Rommie? Pleeeaaase?
Written by Tanith 05-03-2002 12:42 AM
You can come along.
Written by Rune Silverstar 05-03-2002 12:43 AM
Written by Tanith 05-03-2002 11:02 AM
Tanith: Hello Z-mage. Rune's told me a lot about you. How would you like to work as the local correspondent to Planar and Dimensional Travels, Inc. here in the Pokemon Universe? The company is co-owned by myself and your alternate self.
Meanwhile, Rune wanders off to find her own pokemon...
Written by Z-man 05-03-2002 11:12 AM
But I'm really not in the mood to get back involved with my original world. I have everything I want here, and if I go back to the prime universe, my pokeballs stop working, which could be potentially fatal for my pokemon.
Written by Rune Silverstar 05-03-2002 01:52 PM
Hey sis! Lookee here! Can I keep her? Please?
Igglybuff: Iggly! Igglybuff!
I'm gonna name her Joye!
Written by Tanith 05-03-2002 02:16 PM
Okay. Let's see. So far you have...
3. Porygon (1)
That should be a good start. And I'll see about getting you a cat-type pokemon too, okay?
Written by Rune Silverstar 05-03-2002 02:18 PM
*runs off to play with the pokemon*
Written by DarthVegita 05-03-2002 03:32 PM
Hello, my name is Michael. I find things.
Heh, I know, it isn't a good beginning, but it is the truth. Currently I reside in Seattle with my brother. If you lose something, I can find it. Almost anything, really. Lost your wallet? Car keys? Paycheck? I know where it is. Don't ask me how, I really can't tell you. But I just know, within a certain range, where everything is.
Once, a friend of mine needed help. He found out he was adopted, and wanted to know his birth parents. He got stiffed everywhere he went. Naturally, I decided to employ my services. Within a week, I had his parent's names, address, places of employment and names of close friends. You just have to know who to talk to.
That's the other thing. I know how to get information out of people. If they lie to me, or try to conceal the truth, I'll know about it. I know what questions to ask to extract the truth. Which leads me to my real 'superpower' although I wouldn't call it super. I will refer to it as 'The Voice'. It doesn't *make* you do anything, so lets just say it has the power of suggestion. It strongly suggests you take a certain course of action. Most people, within reason, will do it. I've been known to get info out of some pretty stubborn people. My cardinal rule: I won't use the Voice on family and friends.
Moving on, I like to keep in shape, so I am very athletic. Oh, and don't try fighting me. Unless you are some incredible superman, I can hurt you, badly if I wanted to. I know places on the body that would cause agony if I applied enough pressure on it. I know it, but cause I know my own body through and through. Every muscle, every fiber, every nerve in my body I am aware of, and can control. Pain means nothing to me.
Anyway, I'd like to say things are fine and dandy in my life now, but that just isn't the truth. There isn't a market for a 'finder' in this world. I'm considering becoming a P.I., but keeping a low profile is very important to me. But that really isn't the bad news. A close friend of mine, who shall remain anonymous, was raped recently. It was horrific. And she can't tell me anything, she's in a coma now. I've tried everything to find out who did it, but nothing seems to work.
Right now, I'm leaving Seattle, and I'm going to find who did this. I swear it.
And I don't care who I step on along the way.
Written by DarthVegita 05-03-2002 07:05 PM
But I did pick up a pair of revolvers along the way. Rumor or no rumor, a guy DOES have to protect himself.
Maybe I'll see a Hawks game when I get to Atlanta...
Written by DarthVegita 05-03-2002 08:16 PM
Written by The Watcher 05-04-2002 03:23 AM
After I get my powers and experiment a little one thing I woud try to do is go and bring back some useful high tech equipment from other dimensions. Of couse, once I bring them back home I find out they don't work here. I keep them anyway for use when I venture beyond the dimension of my birth.
The first thing I would do is offer my family and friends a chance to move to a different world. With the initial disruption caused by people gaining powers, I'd rather have them in a safer place. If they refuse, I won't press the point. A lot of my friends would prabably also have powers since they are gamers with internet accounts, so they probably would stay since they could take care of themselves.
Next on the agenda is money. I'll use my powers to find and retrieve lost treasures, such as gold from sunken Spanish galleons. With the money raised from that as starting capital, I use the precognitive aspect of my Trinity Clairsentience to make strategic investments on the stock market, thus converting my small fortune into a large one.
I can also raise money by selling my services to the government and corporations. NASA, for example, would pay a tidy sum to have a gate between the space station and Earth. And many companies would consider a good deal to pay someone to teleport their waste products to an empty dimension. This method of raising money has the added bonus of also gaining me greater influence with government and the business community. What I would use such influence for is to make sure that any laws deterimental to super humans, such as one requiring registration of all powers, is never allowed to pass.
I will, for safety concerns, try to maintain as low a profile as possible. Unfortunately, this version of me can not utilize image inducers and psi blockers, so I won't be able to be keep complete anonymity. But with my powers I could manage to be hard to keep track of. And while people would probably learn I have super powers, no one would likely guess what powers I actually have. I'll probably live in this dimension, since due to the power limits there are less potential ways for me to be killed. I'll probably live in a remote location, or better yet steal from Krull and change the location of my dwelling every day. These tactics, coupled with danger sense derived from my Clairsentience, would probably insure that there would be very little chance to get the drop on me.
I'll also try to find out as much I can about as many other super humans as possible. I'd like to know who my potential friends and enemies are among my peers, and what they are capable of doing. The Psychometry aspect of Trinity Clairsentience can be used to pick up good or bad vibes from people. Those who I sense to be ok I'll probably help out when I can, in exchange for future favors. Those who I discover are potential threats either to me or the world in general will have their plans and operations subtly and secretly sabatoged by me. It's amazing what the right information dropped into the right laps can do. If all that isn't enough, I'd be willing to take direct action when necessary. And my powers would be a great help in gathering information and planning contingencies for potential enemies and threatening situations.
As for recreation, I can go anywhere in the multiverse. I'm sure I can find a lot of interesting places to go on vacation. And I'll collect resources, contacts, and allies while I'm out and about. The more things you can call upon in the event of world threats, the better.
In summary, for the most part I'll try to live a comfortable life, but I will be alert and prepared to deal with potential trouble, either on a personal or global scale.
Written by Jango 05-04-2002 07:22 AM
Actually, we shouldn't come to blows with her anyways, unless we actually decide to attack her first. (And she had never conflicted with us before - just stepped aside when we did the big, violent thang).
Do you have any opinions on the other applicants? Any negative views on a specific person? Gotta keep watch for the crazies, y'know. Ramz - what do you think on these guys?
I suppose I'll have t work on creating some magical charms. Perhaps a psionic blocker should be my first priority?
Written by perfection 05-04-2002 07:44 AM
Powers: 1) Complete control of my body's molecules. Mr. Fantastic/Carnage/Apocalypse malleability, weapon making, and shapeshifting powers. Can't grow into a giant (only about 10-15 feet )like Apoc, but can form limbs into like drills, knives, axes, you know basic weapons.Super-Adaptability comes with this; 2) Can transmute body to any form of matter short of stuff like adamantium and uru. Upper limit is diamond. the harder the matter, shorter I can stay in that form before I get exhausted. Diamond form lasts about 15-20 minutes. Steel form lasts 3-4 hours., 3)Quicksilver lvl Superspeed
Intelligence Level: IOW, how smart do you think you are? My IQ is 140 Reason/Comprehension: Do you think that, sometimes, you have trouble understanding scenarios presented to you? Do others often have to correct your grasp of a situation? Sometimes, but not often.
Taking orders: Do you have a problem with this? None at all. Will take all orders short of a suicide mission.
What is the extent of an order you will take? I realize some will not execute someone, even if they are blatantly guilty of committing a horrible crime. Or won't frame someone, or something. Ya know? Kill? Absolutely. Frame? Of course.
Would you have a problem dealing with criminals in order to gain technology, or funds? None at all.
Position: Everyone starts out as equal, gaining power and respect as we work with one another..... but how far in the pyramid do you wish to progress? Leader? Ordinary soldier? Tactical? etc. Some type of Lieutenant or General or something.
Written by Metaphysician 05-04-2002 07:56 AM
Written by Perfection 05-04-2002 09:03 AM
cops fall before me in a matter of seconds.
tanks fall before me in about a minute (after a pry them open like a sardine can and slaughter the occupants).
I'll tell ya if I need your help.
Written by Mg_knt 05-04-2002 12:08 PM
Written by The Watcher 05-04-2002 12:15 PM
Curious as to what happened, he uses his uncanny senses to find where they went and observes the whole scene in the Castle. That's interesting, he thought to himself. I'll have to investigate this guy further, to determine whether he's a threat to the world or not. He uses the Psychometry aspect of his powers to see whether the guy has good or bad vibes.
Written by Metaphysician 05-04-2002 12:25 PM
I withdraw any support I might have given to Perfection, and strongly advise that the Dogs of War not accept him into its membership.
Written by The Watcher 05-04-2002 12:54 AM
Once again the Watcher comes back to his secret lair after an eventful extra-dimensional adventure. Checking his messages he was informed that the UN had past a resolution to register all supers and require them to provide their services to both their native countries and the organization itself. Luckily, it was only being implemented in a limited basis so far in the West, with France and Italy being some of the countries complying. As for the United States, the bill in Congress to implement it was held up in committee. He began making calls to his lawyers and lobbyists. It probably didn't have a chance, but he was going to make sure the bill was defeated.
Written by DarthVegita 05-04-2002 02:49 PM
Not that I mind. I have no qualms with dealing with the underworld. I see now difference between them and politicions, save that fact that crimelords are more honest then your average congressman.
In fact, today I have a meeting with a very powerful man.
Daniel Foust was a kingpin in New York city. Mr. and Mrs. John Q Public knew him as a respectable business man. The FBI knew better. So did I.
"I'm very happy meet you, Mr. Moriarty. You were highly recommended by Jameson."
"I'm happy to be of service, Mr. Foust," I replied, trying to ignore the stench of cigarettes, made worse by an attempt to cover it up with cheap cologne. "How may I help you?"
"I need to ask a favor," he continued. A man has stolen a valuable item from me. I would really like it returned. Along with his head on a platter, if you don't mind."
"I don't like to kill. So it won't be cheap. And I will NOT be crude. If I kill him, it will be done by a method of my choosing."
"Fair enough. Here." He tossed me a packet. "This contains information on the gun I want back. This weapon is priceless."
"May I ask why?"
"It was made seven hundred years ago"
I frowned. "There were no guns seven hundred years ago."
Faust laughed, a chortling that unsettled me. But not as much as the fact that he wasn't lying. Apparently, he actually believed this. "I assure you, this gun was made seven hundred years a go, and that it is still in perfect working order. I would like it returned to me, as soon as possible. Don't worry about the price, I will pay handesomely for its return. And for the death of the theif"
Intrigued? Definitely. "Well, I'll have it back for you, no doubt about it."
"Will you require any of my services? That packet contains information on the thief, but..."
"A picture and general information is all I need."
He smiled, rubbing his stubby fingers through what hair he had left. "Then let me see you to the door." He walked me through his fine Italian house, taking a different, much longer route. Occasionally, he would stop and explain a piece of art or painting, about its creator or where he obtained it. I made a display of interest, but Faust seemed much more intriguing. Why he was making a display of himself in front of me, I could not fathom at the time. But his gestures and manner of speech seemed to indicate he was uneasy around me. Foust continued his verbalization until we reached the door. I accidentaly let out a sigh of relief, but caught myself in time that he didn't notice.
"Thank you for your time. And please," he said to me, making sure he caught my eye, "be careful. Don't trust anyone." With that, he turned around and shuffled back to his Front door. The bodyguards shut the door behind him. Just before they closed, he shifted and cast back one final wary glance.
Don't trust anyone. "I never do," I said softly, before entering my car and driving into the night.
Written by Tanith 05-04-2002 01:50 PM
Tanith: While we're waiting, sis, why don't you open that rift to our new potential ally?
With a scant moment of concentration, a hazy and uneven rift opens up next to their table. On the other side of them, the Watcher looks up from planning his budget. He was surprised at the sudden intrusion, but his psychometry assured him that these are allies, not enemies.
Tanith: You are the Watcher of your Earth, yes? I've heard a bit about you from an alternate dimension version of yourself. Anyway, I represent an interdimensional traveling company called Planar and Dimensional Travels, Inc., and we're considering extending our services to your Earth. We'd like you to join us as the head of our division on your homeplanet. What do you say?
Watcher: I would need to think about it...
Tanith: That's fine with me. For good faith, here are a few illusion charms that Rune has made. They should have the same effects as a image inducer. If you're anything like the Watcher from my world, I'm sure you'd find some uses for them.
*tosses charms in*
Tanith: I will be here in this Khazan restaurant tommorrow at this same time... same time from your perspective anyway. I'll wait for your answer then.
And with that, Rune closed the rift. Moments later, the waiters at the restaurant brought out the food... and ice cream sundaes.
Written by The Watcher 05-04-2002 03:40 PM
Using his clairsentience to find them in the restaurant, he then teleports over there.
"I've thought about it and it sounds like a good deal. I'm in. Now just tell me the details about your company."
Written by Tanith 05-04-2002 03:49 PM
"The second of our major divisions, headed by Nobody from Prime Earth (v2.0) is geared toward Big Game hunting. They usually head to more dangerous fantasy locales, and is mostly for supers with confrontational powers that they want to try out.
"The third of our major divisions, headed by me, is for enhancements. These include nanite, genetic, and other types of treatments courtesy of more high tech dimensions. This division is much more selective in our clients, though, and many of the features may not work on your Earth.
"We also have a new major division in the making, geared more towards immigration and studying abroad options. That's still being discussed though.
"We would very much like you to become our company representative for on Alt-Earth (v3.0). What do you say?"
Rune: Would you like some ice cream, Mr. Watcher? ^_^
Written by The Watcher 05-05-2002 03:08 AM
It sounds like you've got things well organized and operating efficiently. It would be a lot easier for me to join you guys than start up such a business on my own. Being your represenative on my world sounds like a good deal. I'm assuming I'd at least be getting a commission from all business from my world, of course. And does your company have a profit sharing program?
Written by Tanith 05-05-2002 01:50 PM
"Oh, yes. While the separate divisions in our various client universes are connected, the heads of the local branches have near automous control in their area, including selecting clients and processing their destinations.
And, of course, our combined cache of devices and charms are available to all our employees. You will, of course, have a higher security clearance to the more... esoteric... goodies."
(Cut out the Janemba Debacle)
Written by Tanith 05-04-2002 10:29 PM
Rune: Okay... ^_^
Rune opens a rift to Pern and drags Meta in with her, then closes the rift behind her.
Tanith: Rommie? Clear my schedule for today. I've got a prisoner to deal with.... Oh, and also, see if you can raise Meta2.0 on his ship. We might need to compare notes.
Written by Jango 05-04-2002 10:46 PM
Tanith, Rune. Sorry to do this, but metaphysician has been partially responsible for mass-murders around the United States. A test of his had gone awry, when he questioned another's willingness to obey orders.
Metaphysician, you are hereby sentenced to spend an entire week as a woman. Your newest form shall be tall, pretty and well-endowed. Good luck. Try to not let those women-hormones get the better of you.
Merely pick you hair color, hair type (straight, curly, etc.) & length, skin color, and eye color. Say your choices and your 7 day period shall commence.
Written by metaphysician
Red hair, short, straight, pale skin, blue eyes. And could you shift my clothing to fit properly while your at it??
Written by Tanith 05-04-2002 11:14 PM
Just to be.... "safe"...
Written by Rune Silverstar 05-04-2002 11:36 PM
Let's go Meta!!
Drags Meta off into the Ranma 1/2 universe.
Written by Mg_knt 05-05-2002 06:19 PM
Written by The Drunkard Kid 05-05-2002 08:15 PM
Money means nothing to someone who can animate jewelry sales papers .
Written by DarthVegita 05-05-2002 08:23 PM
Don't worry about me turning against you. In fact, consider me eternally in your debt if you do this for me.
Written by The Drunkard Kid 05-05-2002 08:34 PM
I know, it does look like Vash the Stampede's silver gun. That was what I was going for. Really.
I also made it out of adamantium with runes of power lightly etched in it, so it's impossible to destroy without godly levels of magic or reality warping. Or a multi megaton nuke, I suppose.
BTW, how about just a favor, with possible alliances in the future?
Written by DarthVegita 05-05-2002 08:37 PM
Consider us allies. If you need anything, call me.
Written by The Drunkard Kid 05-05-2002 08:40 PM
o/ Righting wrongs and singing sooooongs!
Fighting evil all day loooooong!
He's Drunkard! Drunkard the Vagrant! o/
Written by Rune Silverstar 05-06-2002 12:17 AM
Random Musk Warriors: Get her!!!
Rune: Whee! Go Joye!!
Joye: Iggly! (bounce) (THUMP) Iggly! (bounce) (bounce) (SMACK) Igglybuff!! (bounce) (BONK)
Yay! Joye! *giggles*
Random Musk Warrior: Maybe.... we should.... rest..... yes.... (slump)
A bit further away....
Lime: Oooh! I got her! (lunge)
Mint: Hehe... titties.... (drool)
Meta: grr.... Get. Away. From. Me. (WHAM) (WHAM)
Lime & Mint: owww..... (gets back up)..... ooh.... a real female!! (lunges again)
Meta: Aaaargh! Why don't you stay DOWN!!
Happosai: Sweeto!!! (glomp)
Meta: AAAAAHHHH!!!! Where did you come from?!?! (SMACK)
Happosai: (flies off)
Happosai: (reappears from nowhere) Miss me, sweetums?
Meta: GAAAHH!!! NOT AGAIN!!!
Watching from a nearby summit....
Herb: (looking at Meta) Hm.... such a strong female. She might just be what i am searching for..... in a QUEEN!! Watching from the nearby bushes....
Rink: We get powerful creatures from outsider girl? Over.
Pink: Yes. Win much praise from elders with new trophies. Over.
Rink: Ready? Over.
Pink: Now. Over.
(Rink and Pink jumps out at Rune.)
Kangaskhan: GROOOOWWLLLLL..... (stampedes over both)
Joye: iggly! (WHAM) (WHAM)
Rink: We do this later? Over.
Pink: Yes. Sleep now. Over.
(Rink and Pink fall unconscious)
Rune: Hahaha.... that was neat!! Way to go Kanga! (hops onto Kangaskhan's back) C'mon Joye! (catches the igglybuff) Let's not disturb their nap time.
Written by DarthVegita 05-06-2002 02:49 AM
Written by Yeoman 05-06-2002 09:47 PM
Be back soon, just finishing up training in the Ranma-verse. It's going well. Undertandably they won't teach me the really cool stuff, but I am a natural at Hidden Weapons.
Hope I survive. Anyone want any souveniers?
Written by The Drunkard Kid 05-06-2002 09:49 PM 05-07-2002 04:48 AM
And, if at all possible, could you also toss in a picture of some magical items as well? Y'know, like Herb's unsealing kettle and sealing ladle? Or some Amazon magical goodies? No real need, but I'll toss in another 3 pages of jewelry for the effort (I'd suggest taking digital recording of them and printing out screen shots... you'd wanna avoid any clicking noises when you're watching the Amazon treasures...)
Written by The Watcher 05-06-2002 10:07 PM
Seen on Television
Tired of your everyday vacations? Long for something different? Then call Planar and Dimensional Travels, Inc. and take a vacation that's out of this world. Our competent staff of highly trained professionals are capable of transporting you to almost any destination of your choice. From Babylon 5 to the forest moon of Endor, from the rustic beauty of Middle Earth to the glittering ultra modern city of Metropolis, we can take you there.
Written by Mg_knt 05-06-2002 10:34 PM
Written by Jaffa 05-06-2002 10:45 PM
Then, a rift in the space-time continuum appeared in the middle of the bar, and a figure closely resmbling Jaffa flew in. In fact, it looked exactly like him.
Both Jaffas' eyes widened, as the transdimensional energy sparkled between them. The two merged into each other.
Written by Tanith 05-06-2002 11:09 PM
Tanith: *rubs temples* So what happened?
Rommie: It seems Jaffa was fiddling around with the Infinite Improbability Drive again. It has apparently transported him to Earth 3.0.
Before Tanith could reply, a rift opened and Rune rode into the room on the back of a Kangaskhan.
Tanith: What happened? And where's Meta?
Rune: Meta-chan is playing with that dragon-man. *gestures to her firelizards* Emerald and Sapphire wanna be fed now.
Tanith: Dragon-man? ..... Herb? Oh dear.
Rune: Where's Jaffa?
Tanith: On your origin world, by accident.
Rune: Ooooh.... *looks through clairsentience* I see him! He looks kinda weird. *opens rift to Jaffa*
Jaffa: *on the other side* There can be only one!
Tanith: And hello to you too, Connor MacLeod?
Jaffa: *sheepish* Heh. Nevermind. *steps through rift*
Rune: Gonna go eat now! *closes rift and runs off* ^_^
Tanith: Don't forget to go back for Meta and Yeoman! *to Jaffa* So what happened *this* time?
Written by Jaffa 05-06-2002 11:15 PM
Tanith: Fuzzy? You were in a bar?
Jaffa: It's not what you think. And I feel different... More powerful.
Jaffa transformed into a 10 foot, red demon.
Written by Tanith 05-06-2002 11:19 PM
Tanith: Change back please. You're blocking the light.
Jaffa: *changes back* Nice...
Tanith: Right. Rommie, fire up the effectors and do a complete scan would'ya? I want to know what's changed.
Rommie: *pauses* Done. *takes out a printout from nearby slot* Here.
Tanith: *reads* Hm.... Interesting new powers you have here.
Jaffa: *looking over her shoulder* Cool.
Tanith: So. Would you be wanting to return to HALST for retraining? Or do you think you can do well enough without?
Written by Jaffa 05-06-2002 11:33 PM
Tanith: Ok. What about that shapeshifting you just demonstrated?
Jaffa: I'll learn. And besides, you have that as well. You can give me pointers, if need be.
Later, Tanith and Rune observed Jaffa's practicing. He had transformed into his demon-form, which gave him quite a bit more durability and strength, and was mowing through battle droids. A blue bolt of lighning leapt from his eyes, frying two droids. Another application of psychokinesis. A TK shield blocked the fire of three others of his mechanized enemies.
Finally, there was only one battle droid left. Jaffa concentrated on bending the light around him and turned invisible. It didn't yet come quite as naturally as it had before, but he was a fast learner. Suddenly, the last droid was rised high and split in two. Jaffa's demonic form became visible for a moment, before he returned to his normal self again.
Written by DarthVegita 05-06-2002 11:45 PM
"Its nice to see you again, Senator Grant," I grunt.
"Likewise," he replies. "I thank you again for..."
"don't mention it."
"Well, all the same. That information would have buried me if it went to the press," he mused. "So, what brings you here?"
"I've come to call in that favor you owe me," I answer.
He smiled and folded his hands on the table, his 70 year old face trying to hide his nervousness. He knows I'm not competely human. "Well?"
"Chimera," I simply state.
His smile disappears. "Where did you... never mind. I don't want to know." Sen. Grant stood up suddenly. "I can't tell you anything about that. Believe me, I don't know." He wasn't lying.
"What do you know?"
"All I know is that after the incident in Antarctica, the U.N. decided to make their own super team. One under their complete control." Grant ran a hand through what hair he had left. "Two days from now in Prague. There will be a meeting between top U.N. officials. But it will be under tight security. I mean tight as in makes the White House look like a trailer park."
I smile. "Don't worry. I have connections. Good evening." I left soon, melting into the night. "Prague huh? Never been there..."
Written by The Watcher 05-07-2002 06:47 AM
Governments, corporations, and wealthy individuals all wanted countermeasures against unwanted guests being able to access their territory. They already had a very lucrative contract with the United States Government to errect barriers to teleportation and gates at security intensive locations like the White House and CIA headquarters. Now it seemed the UN was interested in what they had to offer.
Alfonse Delgado: So you say that your company would be able guarantee that it can prevent access to a location via teleportation or gate?
Watcher: Well that depends. The type of barriers we normally errect are designed to inhibit gates, dimensional walking, and spatial displacement based teleportation. However, it would not prevent teleportation via transmutation of matter to energy and back such as portrayed on Star Trek.
Alfonse Delgado: Is there any way your company can block such teleportation?
Watcher: Yes. For a higher fee we do offer a deluxe security option which would deny teleportation based on such principles access to a designated area. It involves bending space around the designated area so that any such energy signals would slide around it. There is a drawback to this option, though.
Alfonse Delgado: And that would be?
Watcher: Such a barrier would also prevent other signals from getting in or out of the area. Thus wireless communication between the protected area and the outside world would be rendered impossible.
Alfonse Delgado: Actually, for our puposes that sounds like an added benefit. It would inhibit the electronic surveillance of such an area. As for our communication needs, I'm sure we can set up the proper wires and signal relays so it doesn't inconvenience us.
Watcher: Very well then. The only thing we need to discuss is the fee, which is based on the size of the area to be warded.
Alfonse Delgado: I see. Here is a map of the area we wish for you to install your countermeasures.
He hands the Watcher a folded up sheet of paper.
Watcher: Hmmm, it's in Prague. Never been there before.
Written by Rune Silverstar 05-07-2002 03:39 PM
"Bye sis! Let's go Kanga!"
The rift closes after them.
"Now where is Meta? Oh! There she is! Still playing with the Dragon-man and Yeoman. Neat! Let's go to the top of that hill and watch the fun!"
As Kangaskhan marches toward a nearby hill, Rink and Pink jump out from the bushes.
Rink & Pink: Haaaiiiyyyaa!!
Kangaskhan: Rrummmble (Stampede)
Rink & Pink: Owww... (slump)
Written by Tanith 05-07-2002 03:50 PM
What?? That if you need a bard I'll help you out?? Heck I was looking for some one to join... Being a lone bard is kinda boring... Espicially in the Modern world, where "A couple meals and a night's stay in exchange for a couple of songs" isn't an acceptable trade...
Not to worry N-chan. I offer you a job with Planar and Dimensional Travels, Inc. as a tour guide to some of our fantasy-oriented dimensions. Lorekeeping, entertainment, and storytelling ARE standard requirements for that.
Written by Yeoman 05-07-2002 06:36 PM
Well, I've mangaged to get most of Drunkards pics, last one I needed to brake into Herbs palace.
"Ooookay, last pick taken. No sign of Dragon-boy anywhere."
Lots of running and dodging from angry chinese dragon prince firing Chi-blasts.
"Rune, Meta, Watcher, ANYBODY! HEEEEEEEELLLLLLP!!!!!!!"
Written by Mg_knt 05-07-2002 11:45 PM
Written by DarthVegita 05-07-2002 11:56 PM
That is so unfair.
Written by Yeoman 05-07-2002 11:58 PM
Written by The Drunkard Kid 05-08-2002 12:15 AM
BTW, IIRC, you haven't finished getting the crap beaten outta you *quite* yet. So sorry to interrupt. I'll be on my way now.
*watches as Herb rounds the corner and spots Yeoman*
We now return to your regularly scheduled program.
Written by Yeoman 05-08-2002 06:53 PM
Herb Continues throwing Chi-bolts. Many Explosions
One bolt goes off right behind Yeoman. Thanks in part to Ranma-verse physics Yeoman is sent high into the air.
Yeoman: AAAAAHHHHH!!!! SOmeplace soft to land! Soft! Oh good, ponds.
Thinks a moment. Wait, Ranma-verse, China, Ponds...
Yeoman: AAAAAAHHHHH!!! Ponds!!!!!!
Written by Tanith 05-08-2002 07:19 PM
Meta: *someone get us out of here, or I'll kill us ourselves...* "Oh, Herbie-poo, thank you SOOO much for smashing that evil, evil little yeoman! I can't imagine WHAT I ever saw in him!"*squeeze hug*
Herb: "Anything for my -urk-dearest... Could you perhaps loosen up a bit... I do need oxygen occasionally... Please... So Dark... YEOMAN, Stay Still and DIIIEEE!! HITO RYUU ZAN!!!"
Yeoman: AAAAAAHHHHH!!! Ponds!!!!!!
Meta: *STUPID JERK!!! Now that that idiot is gone, who's gonna distract this Psycho from ME?!?!*
Herb: *arm around meta's shoulders* Well my dear, now that that interloper is gone, let us get to know one another better... It wouldn't do for the Queen of the Musk to be unfamiliar with her people...
On the Andromeda....
Rommie: Aren't you going to rescue them?
Tanith: Why? They're in no physical danger.... Oh. We are recording all of this, right?
Tanith: *takes out popcorn from nowhere* Excellente!
Written by Yeoman 05-08-2002 07:55 PM 05-11-2002 06:22 PM
Herb continues to attempt to Have his way with his new queen.
Voice: Oi, Dragon-boy!
Herb: Eh, who dares?
Herb and Meta see a man with Blue skin and a....Rocky?...Complextion.
Yeoman: Ya know, that hurt! RA TILT!
Meta Jumps out of the way as Herb takes the Ra-tilt full on.
Taking the soul-crushing Slayers spell full on the prince of the Musk, is obviously injured, but far from incapacited.
Herb: That! HURT!
Zel-yeoman: *sweatdrop* I was really hoping that would take him out.
Herb begins gathering power for the Mother of all Chi-blasts.
Zel-Yeoman: Dam Brass! Diem Wind! Gaav Flare! Something ANYTHING!
Herb Continues gathering power under the barage.
Zel-Yeo: AHHHH! Windy Sheild!
As the sheild gathers in front of Zel-Yeo Herb lets loose...
Written by Genma:TheDestroyer 05-11-2002 07:49 AM
Herb:Who's there?! Show yourself! Where are you?!
Herb snapped around to find a young man about his age floating slightly in the air. Blue waves of energy of some kind swirled over him. Herb was unimpressed.
Herb:You dare attack the prince of the Musk? You'll pay for this. Who are you?
Genma:Name's Genma T.D. I can't allow you to beat up these people any longer. And besides, going after Meta? EWWWW!!
Herb(Sneering) Then why don't you try and stop me!
Genma touched the lightly with his feet, and immediately an explosive shockwave swept towards Herb. The dragon prince jumped into the air to avoid it, only to be caught in the beam of a TTK simulated optic blast. (Match used it once).
Herb once again climbed to his feet. The area around him began to quake with the power he was giving off. He let loose a roar and charged forward, becoming an airborne ki-missile. Genma only smiled and braced for impact.
Written by Yeoman 05-12-2002 11:08 PM
A slightly smoking Zel-Yeoman stands in the middle of a slightly less decimated area.
Zel-Yeoman: *Cough* Right. That's it. Time to get creative. Puppet!
Herb is frozen in place by the spirt controlling spell.
Zel-Yeoman: Cool. Didn't think that would work. Oh well. Time to get out of here while he's down. Anybody care to give me a lift out of here?
Written by The Drunkard Kid 05-13-2002 09:06 AM
*Calmly walks to a wall, tossing a crumpled up piece of paper at it. In mid-air, the life-sized drawing of an open can of black paint that I keep on my person at all times, just in case, is animated, slamming against the wall and creating an irregularly shaped black splotch on the wall. Satisfied that it is large enough, I animate it into a portal to the Ranmaverse. Of course, it's still completely black, but hey, them's the breaks.*
DK: Yeoman? You there man?
Yeoman (woozily): Drunkard? Izzat you?
DK: No, it's the tooth fairy. I came to thank you for all the donations you've recently made. And Herb for helping you deposit them. *sticks head out of portal* Of course it's me! Get Meta and Rune and get in here before the royal pain breaks out of the puppet spell!
Yeoman (shaking out of dizzyness): No need to be so pissy! Geez, it's not like your the one who's just went 10 rounds with lizard lips over there... What wonderful timing you have, by the way.
DK (grinning oddly): Oh? Whatever do you mean?
Yeoman (looking suspicious): I just mean that it's somewhat odd that you came just as I finished- waitaminute. How did you know I used the puppet spell?!? I didn't even throw a ruby at him!
DK (evil grin): Welllll, I was wondering what was keeping you, so I made a little Interdimensional TV to make sure that nothing was wrong... Wouldn't want to get nova bombed for letting Rune's babysitters die in a horrible burst of nuclear light, right?
Yeoman: Then why didn't you help when PRINCE FREAKIN' HERB started trying to charbroil me!?!?!
DK (innocent): Seemed to me that you two were doing well without me. Besides, it took me a minute to draw up a VCR, so I didn't have time to help. Surprised me that Zel learned a gemless puppet variation, but I guess he made it up from all those fights with Eris, before he took his dip in the pond.
Yeoman (pissed): WHAT!?! That's all you gotta say? Geez, if it wasn't for the fact that I need to run away now, I'd rip you a new one...
DK: I love you too, dear. Now come on, hurry up. I need to make a real recording before the tape dissapates! And I think Herb is starting to twitch. I suggest you use your superspeed to get the others before he breaks out.
Yeoman (looking behind him): CRAP! Guess it isn't as strong without the ruby! Be back in a few! *zoom's away, returning with an irritated Meta and a laughing Rune (plus all her pokemon; thank goodness for super strength)*
Rune: WHEEEEE! AGAIN!
DK (sweatdropping): If she doesn't stop talking like a teletubby, I swear I'll leave you all behind.
Meta: You try and I'll feed you your own legs.
Yeoman: What sh-h-... what Meta said.
DK: Heheh... no need for violence. *hands raised in warding position* Can't we all just get along? Well, come on then, time to go home. Times awastin'.
Meta (glaring at Yeoman and DK): Alright, but let me do something first. *walks over to Herb, who looks like he's got control of his mind, if not his body* Oh sweetie?
Herb (looking puzzled): ...
Meta: Take THIS, you perverted lizard screwing CREEP! *kicks him in the groin at half strength* I needed that.
Herb (eyes crossed, face red, falls over face first): ...!
DK (wincing in sympathy): Geez, talk about overkill... Feeling better then Meta?
Meta: Much. *whistles happily*
Yeoman (looking worried): Well, enjoy it while you can, ya idiot! You just broke my spell!
*everybody looks at the fallen body of Herb, which is now glowing an angry red, as he slowly raises himself onto his arms. His face is still scrunched up in pain, and his eyes are watering mightily*
Herb (sounding like a furious chipmunk): WENCH! You dare scorn the prince of the Musk! Very well then, you have sealed your fate! Prepare to DIE! *charge up his aura for a vicious strike*
DK: Aw, isn't this just craptamatastic. Okay kiddies, everyone in the pool before it gets vaporized!!!
*Meta and Yeoman are both frantically trying to run through the portal, when they notice that Rune is watching the sparklies. After a panicked scream, they both charge back, Meta carrying Rune, while Yeoman runs back and forth carrying the pokemon into the portal. Through all this, Drunkard's head is still sticking out, making sure that everyone has cleared the area*
Herb (Pissed. Very, VERY pissed): Interlopers! DIE! HITO RYUU ZAN!
*in a panic, everyone jumps through the portal, slamming a panicked Drunkard in the chest as they fly through, knocking him over. As he's falling over backwards, he sees a flash of golden energy slice the tip off his bangs, and frantically deactivates the portal before he hits the floor*
DK (gasping for breath): Well... THAT was an experience that I could have done without. Now, even though I'm friends with you all, CAN YOU ALL GET OFF OF ME BEFORE I TURN INTO A STREET MOSAIC?!?
Written by Yeoman 05-13-2002 10:32 AM
And Hey! I'm not Zel anymore! But I was all Bishonen and cool!
Hmmm... Maybe if I just wear the while outfit and cloak, and Act all mysterious, I could still get the same effect...
Written by Mg_knt 05-08-2002 12:53 AM
Written by DarthVegita 05-11-2002 02:23 PM
Security was tougher then I had originally suspected. I sensed a powerful force surrounded the whole complex that couldn't possibly be from this world. But my disguised worked. I sensed psychic probes from some of the guards. But I slipped by them. My mind kept saying the same story. A reporter... New York Times... Won exclusive... Chicken for dinner tonight... Call Barbara... To be blunt, it was all true. I WAS a reporter now. My story would actually make it to the New York Times front page (I moonlighted as a reporter often.) Barbara was the assistant editor and good friend of mine. She promised me her famous chicken salad if I could pull this one off.
The better part of the afternoon was spent simply watching edited videos provided by the U.N. after their official announcement of Chimera. Most of the action I saw took place in Sahara, Antarctica, in the ocean, the Himalayas or the Amazon. The extreme conditions were used to impress upon us the effectiveness of the group:
A man who could take on the characteristics of any environment around him. He could become a wave, a cloud, snow, a tree. The shapeshifter demonstrated further on the screen by becoming the wheel for a car, the dust on tabletop, the pages of a book. His technique was incredible. They then put him in an arena and he fought off soldiers with deadly proficiency. His weapons were his hands, becoming various objects needed for each situation.
Next, a woman was onscreen. She ran, clocked at 700 mph. Suddenly she disappeared, and the screen switched to another location, on the other side of the world. The time on the screen showed the exact same time she disappeared. As I suspected, she appeared again, suddenly. So she could travel through wormholes also. The next shot was of her lifting objects of incredible size. Her biggest must have weighted at least 15 tons.
Finally, another man was shown. He was the only one named, his codename: ShadowWalker. His only shown ability was to enter and travel through shadows. They don't even have to be connected. He has been clocked at being able to cross the entire world within a few hours, just by traveling through shadows. I suspect that wasn't all, but nothing more was shown.
The next hour was spent answering questions. I didn't ask any, nothing could be gained by the U.N. official answering them. He didn't know anything in the first place. The young man spent the entire time dodging questions and being as vague as possible. In other words, his job.
Hailing a guard, I was escorted to the restroom. There, I pondered what I saw. Yes, the video was obviously edited heavily. But even edited, I could piece some of it together. The locations used were surprisingly dull. Not many fights I heard about take place in such unpopulated areas, so the effectiveness of the actual group, the one not shown, couldn't be properly measured. Now that they announced the name Chimera, I knew it had to be a dummy name. Even with my skills, I wouldn't have known the real name so quickly. Lastly, of the three shown, none of them acted like paid actors and none of the shots looked like special effects. They were real. How the dummy group Chimera was to be used also interested me.
No matter. I don't plan on leaving. Now that I'm in, I won't be leaving until I know what the real story is. I adjusted my tie in the mirror and contemplated my next move.
Written by The Watcher 05-11-2002 10:36 PM
Meanwhile, in another dimension The Watcher used his uncanny power of Clairsentience to observe the portions of the Prague Conference not open to the public and the press. When the UN had contracted for the deluxe security package from the company, he knew something very important was going to be discussed there. Something that could perhaps have a great impact on the future of the world. And he needed to know what it could be.
Written by CheeksTheToyWonder 05-12-2002 07:36 PM
Written by Trickster God 05-12-2002 07:39 PM
AM I WHO YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
Written by CheeksTheToyWonder 05-12-2002 07:41 PM
Runs away at top speep.
Later that night...Wait? Was that the real Galactus?
Oooooh! Man! Somebody's Askin' for trouble! And trouble they will find!
Written by metaphysician 05-13-2002 12:18 PM
Written by Jango 05-13-2002 12:23 PM
Written by Trickster God 05-13-2002 01:58 PM
That guy sure was scared of the Galactus I made. I wonder what else I can stir up.
*Creates an illusion of Republic Ship landing in front of movie theater and dropping off storm troopers*
How's that for pre-release hype?
Written by N-Chan
Written by Trickster God 05-13-2002 02:14 PM
*creates illusion that he's not there*
I'm not the copyright violator you're looking for.
Written by DarthVegita 05-14-2002 01:49 AM 05-14-2002 02:20 AM
I moaned, then slid to my knees. I sat on a dais surrounded by several men in expensive suits. My whole body felt weak, like I was strapped down with iron weights.
"I thought you might enjoy a first hand look at our triumph, Michael from New York Times. And even be a participant."
"I think not. How did you..."
"bring you here?" the man in front of me finished for me. He smiled, and leaned back. "Just a spell to render you harmless. I really don't want trouble. Just cooperate, and you might live." He gestured to a man next to me. "All I need is a little of your blood. That is all."
The man alongside me suddenly grabbed my hand. He raised a decorated knife and placed my left hand on a the middle of the dais. A large symbol was drawn on the stage. It looked like a cross between a rood and a pentagram.
The knife flashed. My right hand struck out. His jaw shattered, but his aim was perfect. My left hand was stuck to the middle of the symbol, blood pooling around it. Pain flashed up my arm, but I quickly cut off its source and tried desparately to remove the decorated knife, to no avail.
The expensively dressed gentleman nodded to my assailer again, and he walked away stiffly, hardly aware of his jaw.
"So it begins," the gentleman said.
I passed out.
When I came to, I was sitting in a corner of the room. My hand was bound up, food and water was placed beside me. With effort, I brought the cup up to my lips. A thought flashed through my mind. Poison? Hardly, not after all the trouble they went through to get me here. Besides, any poison in my body I can render useless.
Each of the twelve gentlemen had a copy of the decorated knife. They were piercing each of their left hands, lifeblood pouring into the rood/pentagram.
I passed in and out of reality for the next two hours. Chanting and screaming was all I could make out. Finally I woke up, and everything had stopped. Several of them were dead, the excersion of whatever foul spell they were trying had killed them off.
A figure was kneeling in the middle of the symbol. He stood up. I could tell immediately he wasn't human. My eyes flashed to the well dressed gentleman that addressed me before. He stood, enraptured before the creature. "Marduk" he breathed.
"Marduk?" I whispered. "The old Sumerian god?" The gentleman looked at me, his eyes glazed over. "What have you done?" I asked.
Written by The Watcher 05-14-2002 01:55 PM
Then he saw the figure get up and the name Marduk. Recognizing the name, he used the psycometry aspect of his clairsentience to read the being's vibes. What he saw confirmed his suspicions. The being meant trouble to the world. Another man, with a bleeding left hand, seemed to be upset at this turn of events. Looking into his recent past, he saw how he was involved with this.
Seeing that Darth Vegita would probably be opposed to Marduk, the Watcher waited to see how things played out. That being may or may not be the god Marduk, but he had a hunch that on their world it was more vulnerable than it thought. By using his power to look at the structure of reality, he had discerned laws which restricted how things worked in his world. If his hunch was right, even this being would be bound by them. Which meant he might be killable on their world. For now the Watcher would observe what happened next, ready to intervene should it become necessary.
Written by The Watcher
Gentleman 1: Why, used the power we had somehow gained to open the way for one greater than us.
Gentleman 2: And by pledging ourselves to him, we've earned his gratitude and patronage. Power, wealth, immortality, these all shall be our reward for our service. Already we walk the corridors of power, influencing people and events from the shadows. With the avatar of Marduk among us, we shall gain even more than we have now.
Then the figure in the center of the room turned to look at Darth Vegita.
You too can enjoy my gifts. Your powers and talents would make you an excellent servant. Pledge yourself to me and all that you desire can be yours.
Darth Vegita: I'm sorry but I must decline your gracious offer. I will be no one's servant, even yours. I value my independence too highly.
Gentleman 2: You dare to refuse Marduk's offer! Such ingratitude will not be countenanced!
Gentleman 1: Michael from the New York Times, or should I call you insert real name here? I told you that if you cooperated, you might live. Already you know too much. I need not tell you the cost of not cooperating.
The gentlemen started walking slowly toward Darth Vegita, ceremonial knives in hand. The alledged god Marduk watched impassively as his servants advanced to offer up the one who rejected him. Darth Vegita prepared himself for battle. In his weakened condition he knew they might very well kill him, but he was determined to take a few with him to the great beyond.
Then suddenly, a grenade landed in their midst and immediately exploded, releasing black noxious smoke. The gentlemen milled about in confusion, disoriented by their sudden loss of vision. Darth Vegita felt a peculiar sensation and then suddenly was no longer in the room.
Instead, he found himself lying on the floor of an office with an odd variety of items which appeared to be from various works of fiction. The odd thing about them is they didn't look like props or models at all, but had an air of authenticity that made Darth Vegita think they could be the geniune articles. A man in his late twenties sat behind the desk looking at him. Darth Vegita recognized him from an interview he had seen on television. It was the CEO of Planar and Dimensional Travel Incorprated (Alternate Earth Division, but to his world's legal and financial institutions, that's the only portion of the company that existed).
"Hello, I know who you are, and from the expression on your face you probably recognize me, so we can skip the introductions. Don't worry, they shouldn't be able to find us for the moment. The smoke grenade should have obscured how you escaped and I'm currently blocking any attempts to track you by scrying. For all they know you could still be in the room invisible.
"Not that it matters since they probably can't reach us. We're not even on the same world they are. Welcome to real Head Office of Planar and Dimensional Travels Incorporated, on a world my employers like to call Prime Earth. I chose this place to base my inquiries so on the off chance they could trace us they wouldn't be able to reach us. And if they could, I'd have the tools to neutralize whoever they sent. Unlike on our world, high technology imported from other dimensions will function. We should be able to talk in safety."
Darth Vegita: Well that's good to hear. Thank you for rescuing me from their clutches.
"You don't have to thank me. I did it for my sake just as much as for yours. Marduk is a threat to the general interest of the world, and while even it is not immune to the power limits imposed on all who are in our world, he's still damn powerful. Even killing him won't permanently get rid of him, for that avatar is merely an extension of Marduk projected from his realm to interact with our world. Destroy it and Marduk will simply send another through the connection that his cultists have created. Even closing the connection would only be a temporary solution, because now they could simply reopen it. The only way to neutralize the threat permanently is to destroy the entire secret society. And to do that I need allies. Allies like you.
"So what do you say? Are you in or are you out?"
The Watcher looked at Darth Vegita intently, waiting for an answer.
Written by DarthVegita 05-20-2002 12:04 AM
In. For now. No promises. I just want those people gone. After that, I'm gone. Understood?
Written by The Watcher
Written by The Watcher
*hands him a list of friends and family* Here. They will all need protecting.
I'll need some sort of written or recorded statement from you giving them a brief explanation of the necessity of moving. They're not likely to trust someone appearing out of the blue telling them they need to leave their whole life behind them.
Since they know who I am, they probably know more about me then I would prefer anybody would know. I'm going to assume they know everything. Why leads me to several questions I need to return to Earth to find out. Why me? They were obviously expecting me. Is there something special about my blood?
Well, judging from the wounds you all shared in common, their blood was just as useful. It could be you were just a convenient source. Or it could be the qualities of an empowered person's blood makes it especially potent for use in their style of magic.
Also, they may have been expecting you or they may have simply probed your mind to learn your secrets. There's no way to be certain which possibility is the case as of yet.
And that group Chimera. Are they a real super-force or a dummy group? If they aren't, who are they simulating?
They, along with ascertaining the identities of the men in that room, are one of the few leads we have. From what I've seen there's a strong possibility that they are real metahumans. The question is are they merely unknowing pawns or part of the inner circle.
*looks back at the gentleman seated before him* When do I leave? Or did you have something else in mind?
You can leave anytime you wish. I'll be able to find you when I need to. But in case you need to get in touch with me...
Suddenly a small cordless phone appeared next to Darth Vegita. Well, at first he thought it was a cordless phone. Looking more closely he saw it had a small beginning of a cord which dissappeared into nothingness. Looking up at the Watcher he saw him holding a counterpart in his hand.
Had them made up special. These have the best signal encryption technology functional on our world. As for tracing your location via transmissions, these have none to trace. It's a direct hardline connection. The line just happens to take a shortcut relative to conventional space. Simply turn it on and press speed dial 1 and you should be able to reach me, or at least leave a message.
So, I can return you whenever you wish. You might want to get that hand taken care of as long as you're still here though. They've got medical tech here that can heal that wound in seconds.
Written by Genma:TheDestroyer 05-14-2002 03:11 PM
Anyone needs a weapon or piece of armor come to us. As long as it's not something sharp like a sword we can get it for ya.
Written by The MunchKING 05-14-2002 03:19 PM
Written by The Lord of Nothings
Written by FBHthelizardmage 05-15-2002 04:59 AM
Written by Genma:TheDestroyer 05-15-2002 04:03 PM
Lord of Nothings.
Okay people, give me your needs for this trip and I will do my best to get them to you by the time we go.
Anyone else want to come?
Written by Trickster God 05-14-2002 07:41 PM
It was night in Las Vegas and the glittering lights of downtown shone on the gamblers and tourists walking from casino to casino. From the doorways of the casinos could be heard the electronic chorus of slot machines and the excited mumor of crowds wishing for luck.
Then the sounds of hustle and bustle were suddenly drowned out as music began playing. At first it was so soft one could barely hear it, and then it rose in volume until it was audible enough to be clearly heard.
On the street, curious pedestrians looked around trying to find the source of the music. Cars stopped as drivers leaned out of their windows with curiousity. Even casino patrons were coming outside to see what was going on.
Bystander: What's going on? Is this some sort of show?
Another Bystander: I don't know. I can't even tell which casino it's coming from.
Taxi Driver: Look! What the hell is that!
Above the incandescent lights of the casinos a towering figure dressed totally in white was slowly materializing. At first it was indistinct, but soon it became sharp enough for everyone to recognize. The entire population of downtown Las Vegas gasped in astonishment at the figure that looked down on them.
THE KING IS BACK, BABIES! VIVA LAS VEGAS!
Written by Trickster God 05-15-2002 04:43 PM
-AP News, Las Vegas, NV
In yet another one of the many strange events which have been occuring since super humans have been appearing on the scene a fifty foot Elvis appeared above downtown Las Vegas and proceeded to perform a selection of his famous songs, including Viva Las Vegas. After the impromptu concert the apparition then was reported to have said "I'm hungry. Better get some grub." and then faded from view.
As of yet city officials have releaed no official explanation for the occurence. The various downtown casinos deny any responsibility for the strange occurence, though they do acknowledge that they have benefited from the incident as record numbers of reservations were made since it occured. Local illusionists such as Doug Henning, Zigfried and Roy, and Penn and Teller, also deny any responsibility for the event.
The theories advanced by various scientists include a freak low probability quantum event related to the same phenommenon which created superhumans and the spontaneous corporeal manifestation of psionic energy created by the collective unconciousness of the many Elvis imperonators of the city.
A spokesman for the Church of Elvis has stated that the manifestation was clear proof of the Second Coming, and has dubbed the area where it occured as holy ground. The Church also called for the faithful to make pilgrimages to both the site of the manifestation and Graceland.
Both Priscilla and Lisa Marie Presley have made no comment at this time, though their publicists have stated that they will eventually hold a joint press conference on the matter at an undetermined later date.
Written by FBHthelizardmage
ravenloft the domain of Karakass.
the air shimmers suddenly and a group of figures appear there is also a small ground effect vehicle (hover craft) with a rotary cannon on the top
FBH (who is clad in armor that looks like a cross between halo armor and a USA war machine armor)
ok is every body here?
The rest nod.
" ok this is the domain of Karakass there are lots of were wolves here so load up with your silver"
Written by Genma:TheDestroyer 05-17-2002 02:27 PM
Genma:Where is everyone else? Did we get seperated during the transfer?
CD:It t'would appear so. The only thing to do now is show these heathens what for and try to find the others.
Chief motioned with his hand and it was suddenly filled with the Mask. He placed it on his face and screamed as it began to work. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as he transformed. The ground itself shook. Finnaly it stopped, and CD was now dressed in opulent knight armor.
CD:Now foul scum, taste my blade!
His dramatic decree was ruined by the goofy look his green face made immediately afterward. Genma rolled his eyes as he pulled out a Bahamut Zero materia. This was gonna be interesting.
Written by FBHthelizardmage 05-18-2002 04:30 AM
Written by Mr.Sandman 05-18-2002 09:30 AM
Mr.S: Prepare to face my wrath you zombies.
( The zombies let out a muffled groan that sounds a little like laughter)
Mr.S: OH!! So you think I'm funny do ya!!!
(Mr.S snaps his fingers and a large rock appears over the zombies head's)
Mr.S: Ahhhh, the sweet sound of a skull's being smashed. Could there ever be a better sound.
(Mr.S runs back to join the rest in the fight)
Written by Genma:TheDestroyer 05-18-2002 02:36 PM
They came up upon a sign.
Welcome to a subsidiary of Ravenloft, "The Home Of Infinite Losers."
Well, wasn't that just special.
Written by DarthVegita 05-21-2002 10:10 PM
*two men come to escort me away* I'll keep in touch.
Written by The Watcher 05-22-2002 07:36 AM
Man 1: Anabolic Protoplaser. Federation technology. It should heal up your wound.
Darth Vegita watched as the device emitted a blue-tinged ray, and felt the peculiar sensation of his skin and tissue reknitting it self.
Darth Vegita:Thank you very much. Now if you'll please show me to my world.
Man 2: This way, sir.
The two men led Darth Vegita out into a hallway, and to a door that was labeled Alternate Earth.
Man 1. The boss put this in when he was bought out by Planar and Dimensional Travels. It connects with our offices back in New York. Our New York.
They walked through the door and walked down the hall to a busy reception area. Travel agents were busily talking with clients who wanted to book vacations to various exotic extra-dimensional locations. Weaving their way through the buzz of activity, the trio made their way to the exit.
Man 1: Oh, before you go the boss said to give you this, to take care of any expenses you might incur in your activities.
He handed Darth Vegita a briefcase that he had been carrying since the Medical Room. Darth Vegita didn't need any special senses to guess that it was probably full of unmarked currency.
Darth Vegita: Thank your employer again for me. And good day to you.
And Darth Vegita left them to begin his inquiries.
Written by Trickster God 05-24-2002 06:47 AM
How does Infinity Unlimited sound for a company name? Or maybe Worlds of Wonder Travel Company?
Written by Z-mage 05-24-2002 12:18 PM
But we're always looking for more D-porters, if you're interested.
Written by The Watcher 05-24-2002 04:02 PM
Give me a call and we can work something out.
Written by Trickster God 05-26-2002 12:48 PM
Written by DarthVegita 05-26-2002 01:54 AM
"You give off some mean vibes, man" the drunk below him sputtered. He ignored the man, entering the room boldly. The room was sparsely furnished. A simple desk, a bed that was little more then a mattress on legs, and a lightbulb that hung forlornly from the ceiling.
A young woman lay on the bed. She was so thin that it seemed impossible for her to be alive. Her hair, once a lustrous brown, now faded till it was almost gray. Her eyes looked too wide for her head, giving her the look of a scared mouse.
"MIKE!" She called out weakly, happily. "I thought you forgot me!"
"How could I forget my girl?" Mike's smile was weakened. "Lisa, I..."
"I know," She said. "You want me to look into the 'Other Place' again?" He nodded. "I'll... try. But you know what it does to me..." Her face crumbled. "I'll try harder though. I don't want to fail you like last time!"
"Lisa, you didn't fail me," he assured her. "It was my fault for ignoring your warning." She nodded and lowered her head. She left her body, and the barriers fell around her. Time, space, dimensions no longer existed to her. Her vision was clouded, but her other senses were clear. "Lisa, can you hear me?" Mike asked tentatively.
"Yes. I'm there Mike. I'm in that 'Other Place'.
"I need an answer. Why is Marduk in our world? What does he want?"
Lisa searched that place, for that person. Her vision finally broke through the clouds. A creature appeared, so monsterous, so in dreadful in appearance that her mind shut down. Her spirit went into defensive mode and hurtled back into her body.
A scream erupted from Lisa's mouth as her spirit slammed back into its home. Mike, shocked, held her down as she wracked back and forth, her body rattling. After several moments, the fit passed and Lisa woke again. "No, MIKE!" She screamed, throwing her stick like-arms around him.
"What happened? Lisa I need to know!"
Her tears were flowing freely. "He appeared in front of me. Marduk. He was so horrible. I... I think he knows where you and I are." She looked into his eyes. "Mike, run. Leave this world. The Watcher can take you to another one, where you will be safe. Please, do this for me."
Mike shook his head. "I can't run. I refuse! Tell me what he plans to do."
Lisa knew he wouldn't leave, no matter what. "He... plans on... bringing his brethren into this world. All of them."
"Will he succeed?"
"... Yes. But you will die if you stay Mike. I saw that!"
"Wait. He will succeed. Does that mean we lose?"
"No... I don't know, all I know is that he will eventually bring his brothers and sister here. They are barred from leaving their realm as well."
Mike nodded. "Okay. Does he know about you now?" She nodded. "Wait here." He stood up, going to the far corner of the simple room. He took out the phone the Watcher gave him and pressed speed-dial 1.
"Michael, how may I help you?" came the voice on the other end.
"I found out what Marduk's goals. He plans on bringing the his brethren to this world. What, if anything else, I don't know, but don't rule out world domination."
"Interesting. How did you come about this information, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I have a source, her name is Lisa. As far as I can tell, she is a seer, with strong clairsentience. She can see mulitiple outcomes in the future and predict the most likely outcome. I've never seen her predictions fail."
"And did she make a prediction?"
"Yes", Mike responded dryly. "Marduk will succeed and I will die."
Silence from the Watcher, then he said, "We must not allow that to happen."
"I agree," he responded, "But like I said, her track record is perfect. Whatever the case, I got all the information from her I can. Can you do me a big favor? I need you to take her away from this world. Marduk knows about her now, and I don't want to risk leaving her here."
"I'll have it done," Watcher replied. "Is this temporary or permanent?"
"Permanent. I really care about this girl, so could you find her a nice place to live?"
"Consider it done."
"Thank you." Mike ended the phone call, and turned to Lisa. Her eyes never left him.
"Come with me, or you will die," she repeated. "I saw it."
"I know," he said. "I know."
Written by The Watcher 05-30-2002 04:44 PM
Doing his best to dismiss the anxiety this news had brought him, he used his uncanny powers of perception to locate Michael and Lisa. Once he did so he decided to teleport to their location to make the pickup. He didn't want to overly alarm his ally by having his source just up and disappear.
One instant he was in his office, and the next he had joined the two in Lisa's room.
Watcher: Hello Michael, I'm here to take your friend to sancturary as requested.
Michael looked up startled for a moment, but once he saw the Watcher's body language he knew indeed he was who he said he was, and visibly relaxed.
Micahael: Good, it's you!. You need to get her out of here as soon as possible!
The Watcher turned to Michael's companion and offered a slight bow.
Watcher: Glad to meet you, though I regret the circumstances which necessitate this rendezvous.
Lisa: Thank you for coming. I'm ready to go now.
Just gather your belongings, or if you wish to take furniture indicate what you want and I'll see that it accompanies us in transit.
Lisa went to her desk and pulled out a worn leather covered diary.
Watcher: Is that everything you want to bring with you.
Lisa looked at Michael with sad, tearful eyes.
Lisa: No, but it's all I can bring. Goodbye Mike.
And then they were gone, leaving Michael alone in the room.
Written by The Watcher 06-05-2002 06:30 PM
The Watcher instead decided to check up on Michael. Lisa had predicted he was in danger of dying. The Watcher wanted to see who or what came after him, and possibly prevent it from accomplishing the task. If he succeeded then they would be able to interrogate the assassin and perhaps get some more information.
The Watcher used his senses to find his ally and see what was happening to him.