From the ocean emerged a titan, eight stories tall and with tentacles growing out of his back. He turned towards the coast of the Americas, and his eyes glowed red. A telepathic wave of energy burst forth from his mind, washing over the country, and spreading to cover the world. Instead of a message, or even an attack, it was simply an overwhelming emotion. Hate.
Within sixty seconds, the riots started. People emerging from their homes with improvised weapons, molotov cocktails and carving knees. Some simply murdered their friends and family, some lit buildings on fire. The death toll numbered in the thousands in an hour. And the source was more than obvious, as the giant in the ocean was striding towards the mainland.
The show was a nightmare, they always were. Time after time the wayward magician Alice or Tophat as her stage name, tried to perform like she'd always wanted. As a little kid all she wanted to do was perform magic for people, to brighten the day a bit from the bleakness it was. A grim reality that'd only grown darker over the years. Not just in general either it'd had the audacity to bring her down as well. Even as the world burned the notion of magic tricks and the stage she performed on we're mocked. Chastised and called fake because who could believe it was real when the gritty world implied a worse motive for such skill. And Alice, she couldn't judge as she'd turned to crime as well given that shows didn't make proper money to get by.
So here she was leaving the local bar she'd booked for an act, now a couple hundred short for trying to live her way. Her outfit showing more skin then she'd like given the nights cool winds that blew by. Returning to TPS to wash dishes was an awful idea one she wiped from the table imediately. For a moment she considered a heist, trying to think of where along the coast she could go to make some profit. Before she could reach a conclusion though the song of police sirens filled her ears. A cop car raced past her, a group of rioters ran over as the cop climbed out to gun down criminal's. It wasn't hard to put together, the latest big bad was looking to turn the world inside out. An all to familiar game, as familiar as the ring of her phone.
"What?" The spell casting enigma remarked answering the call of her agent.
The sound of chaos was in the back ground "you need to return. Shouldn't be out on a night like this." Of course Alice knew the agent didn't care about her really. A hope for favors or money was all it was. She didn't mind, she operated in a similar way. However this night looked like maybe it could work in her favor as a suspicious giant was in the distance.
"Sorry my good sir, but I don't think I can miss out on this adventure." Hanging up the phone the witch pulled a yoyo from her pocket. A few times she let it fall and rise looking to find the melody of the cities sounds of war. Soon the cacophony was a hymn and with a playful twirl of her finger the yoyo spun in the air. From the small toy came a loud song, an instrumental symphony that mellowed the nerves and put its listeners to a rest. Bodies fell sleeping instead of rioting was the result of all who could hear the magician's song. It wouldn't save a city but it'd spare the performer of harm. A wave of the hand came as the witch got to the beach and in that moment a staircase was formed the sand rising to build desired shapes.
Calm and sweetly Alice looked to speak to the towering figure. She doubted the charming magic used to win over common men would be enough to ease the brutish thing before her but it was worth a try. "Now what your doing here I hope you know is bad. But I don't like prisons so I'll cut you a deal. As punishment I take a piece of bone about this size. I get that we both go home and call it good what do you think?" Placing the yoyo back in her pocket the magician began to pull a series of cards in her hand. Within her pockets decks of playing cards that for her was an arsenal. In her other hand showed before the gargantuan red figure was a wand. A simple stick about the size of ruler, Tophat hoping she could get a piece of bone of equivalent size without going through any hard work. Of course it was likely a pointless hope for an easy resolution but at least she could say she tried.
She wasn't the only one intending to get involved in this chaos. Mr Winters did as well. Unlike many, he had a very strong will and high power over his emotions. Resisting telepathically induced anger was easy enough for someone who could have high intellectual multiple thought lines in his head at one time.
But his actually body wouldn't be getting involved, but his shadow would. A shadow made of dark matter travelled to discover the giant, but held back. He had seen the woman approach it. And hoped she may be able to at least do something. Meanwhile, he contented himself with hovering above one of the buildings and seeing what to do next.
Worldwide webcam footage consistant display of riots of unknown origin and other unprovoked acts of violence. Congruence of incidents indicative of neurologic manipulation. Arcane origin? Psychic origin?
P.R.O.W.L.E.R. had never seen anything like this, and the demonic machine had been served it's fair share of terrors, be they quarries it was sent to kill, or otherworldly rebellions from within. Not once was the carnage this widespread, not ever were the consequnces this dire. It's rumination is interrupted by an intense boom on the outside of what should've been a deserted warehouse...
initiating thermal scan...
-confirm, one adult male distance: 30ft, one adolescent male: distance 65ft
error, motivation assessment's inconclusive at current latitude and longitude
"I'm in the back-ass of nowhere...why would they come here?" The drone says dumbfounded, but not intimidated, as an explosion rips apart the far wall.
P.R.O.W.L.E.R. cloaks itself in it's dark, polymorphic gel.Then shifting to cover in the shadows of now-decimated shipping crates. It did not need light.
initiating body language scan...success, -super solider identified
running tags "Exoskeleton" "anti tank rocket" "drug-induced kinetics" through personal and hacked deep web database...
Edit log: "Arma code 14453-referendum"
Standard protocol for enhanced sentry removal not likely solution, psychic or arcane manipulation of most of humanity has possibility of skewing current predictive software, will observe target for guaranteed reaction data
The rocket trooper had long since stepped into the sunlight now shining in from the hole in the man had just blasted into the wall.
Just be looking at him anyone with half a brain could tell he was no pushover. Even P.R.O.W.L.E.R wasn't sure exactly how this would go...
"Ni shi nali de haizi!" the supersoldier screams
identifying language...success
language of origin:Chinese
translating...confirm : "Where are you children!"
system alert!: behavior outside expected parameters for subject "super soldier"
subject "warehouse hostile" is searching for child identified to be in near vicinity, lethal intent?
initiating module "snaretrap"
searching web for needed sound clips...confirm
preparing motion scanner for reactionary data...confirm
P.R.O.W.L.E.R. plays a sound clip of children crying over it's speaker. Only for the the Chinese metatrooper to chamber a rocket at speeds so blindingly fast that the explosive projectile had already jet halfway to it's target through the air before a normal human would've even seen the exosuit-soldier lift his gun, but Prowler was no human...
The drone mag-acceled a blast of Ferro to intercept the rocket's pre-calculated flight course in midair. the hypersonic projectile bore strait through the rocket, but miraculously, the deranged super soldier who had fired first tac-rolled out of the way, as the blast of hardened black ooze shot past him.
Ferrogel capacity at 93%
system alert!: Target has demonstrated hypersonic reaction time and extremely enhanced movement, percision sniping not likely solution without stealth based modules
Redefining objectives...
Before the rocket trooper could even reach for the rest of as ammo, The smoke from the blast was instantly blown in all directions as P.R.O.W.L.E.R. charged through it,now clad head to toe in a diamond-hard ferrorgel combat frame, intent on engaging the hostile in H2H combat. The resulting havoc of strikes between the two trained killers as they tried to tear apart each other's armor resemblant of the rapid booming of thunder. Their movement's blurring faster and faster until P.R.O.W.L.E.R's polymorphic gel claws drew first blood.
The Super-soldier screamed in agony from the rending of his flesh. P.R.O.W.L.E.R,a machine forged for war, took advantage of the opening and sent a shotgun-like blast of ferrogel torpedo's at the Chines trooper's knees, shredding the joint and causing the man's feet to fly out from under him. As the oriental exosuit clad warrior's entire upper body blew forward, the drone feinted a neck tearing attempt by grasping his head in it's claws, as if to snap the neck. The second the doomed man had even registered the machine's hands were there, it send a drilling blast of it's shapeshifting gel through the glass of the man's visor, crushing the rocket troopers teeth and entering his stomach. It was over.
system update: Target is WIA,
Screening personal interrogation archive...
Perseuing directive "Greater Truth"
"WHO SENT YOU!!" The Drone Screams, sending magnetic signals to the now twisting gel in the man's insides, causing him to cry out in agony, but not actually injuring him yet.
P.R.O.W.L.E.R. stomps it's foot on the man's head and presses it into the ground.
"Last I checked, the Chinese don't send shock-troopers to kill kids..." P.R.O.W.L.E.R. whispers to him, having completely lost it's patience.
The Exosuit the man was wearing was an expensive, but well known model. P.R.O.W.L.E.R. knew it had an undamaged translator lodged in the helmet, as it heard the Chinese equivalent to it's words blare over the speaker. Even still, this human continued to struggle, snarling and gnashing his teeth as if consumed by some insatiable hate...
"Tell me now, or i'll make your guts SPRAY LIKE A FOUNTAIN!" The drone yells, doling it's final warning.
Even P.R.O.W.L.E.R. who was not truly alive and did not feel anything, a being that faked every "emotion" it appeared to have. Still had plenty of reasons why it wasn't about to let this man kill a random child. While it had suspected something was amiss, the wayward machine was not yet aware the man it had writhing on the ground had no choice but to be consumed by this mysterious, psychic hate...
Can you feel it? The brisk of energy that tingles along your spine? You knew it was coming. Getting more fulfilled as it darted towards the thirst. The race towards those who were going insane, they were deprived of the essence of the Gods. Sent fourth to answer their cries and hues, he would rip away his business attire and what was underneath?! The purest form of the flavored tides! His presence was known throughout the universe. The humanoid beverage, silver surfing skin that gleamed against the hot sun, and scalped muscles only the Gods could craft. He was the symbol of peace, hope and dignity! His tales would be sang as the rumbling pace of the courier of the ultimate beverage was gaining its way towards the chaos.
The man of Pepsi could feel their empty veins. Barren of the arcane powers, they were planted frail flowers that were fed only water and sun, but what of Pepsi? THE MISSING INGREDIENT TO ALL LIFE FORMS! What is this? No wonder they are going insane! He could hear the grumbling bile liquids that screamed towards him. "Pepsi! Pepsi! Pepsi!" The dry throats that never met the birth of his taste. It was horrifying, these people were starving! They have gone completely mad by hunger, never to be quenched. These people would mistake their need of his beverage and replace it with violence. Pure anger that replaced the incantation of "Pepsi! Pepsi! Pepsi!" into a dark tone that only dry and misguided thirsty language would speak. The desperate spoke out with their shriveled tongues "KILL! KILL! KILL!"
"I'M COMING MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS!"
"Hey! look! It's Pepsi Man!"
The unstoppable force to help those in need made the ultimate courier to run as fast as Pepsi! Quickly summoning the power of the Pepsi Gods to emanate the holy grail! Pepsi cans sprinkled and flooded across the streets to those caught in the monsters insanity. Their sparkling silver and blue canvas would remind those of wandering eyes that the holy grail before them was from the heavens above! Only the Gods could conjure such an elixir! Handing out the brown sugary spice to the angered veins of the city.
Civilians quickly began to drink the arcane energy. The quick snaps could be heard all across the Pepsi world as each can would open a portal to the living realm where the Gods would release their cosmic liquid through the port holes. The metal snaps were a delightful sound as the brown sizzling liquid spoke the ancient unknown Pepsi language. Seducing the listening ears to consume its powah! One by one they would refill their Pepsi reserves and finally have their mind rest again, cured from the insanity.
"BUY PEPSI NOW! FOR CHEAP CHEAP PRICES" The courier advertised as he ran.
"Okay, Z, you think we can make it?" Joey questioned out loud, as he dribbled the ball on the pavement.
NO.
"Ah, you know we can. It'll be fun. You're just mad about last weekend."
YOU PROMISED ME A SLAUGHTER OF THE ROMANS, BECKHAM. YOU DISAPPOINTED ME, AND INDUCED MY WRA-
"Wrath, schmath." Joey rolled his eyes. He was in his man-form now, a hulking Promethean of a man rather than a sulking boy, and aimed the basketball carefully. Finally, he raised the ball overhead, and whispered 'yeet' before launching it, sending it flying through the clouds above. Zooming after it, the Heir of Olympus went past the ball, and proceeded to fly across the country, eventually landing in New York City, at a small basketball court in the back of a high school.
"C'mon, c'mon..." He whispered to himself, tapping his foot impatiently. Finally, the ball came- swishing through the hoop without a sound. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Joey yelled out, jumping up and pumping his fists.
IT ONLY TOOK SIX HUNDRED ATTEMPTS. IMPRESSIVE.
"Five hundred and eighty seven, Z." Joey scoffed. Going towards the ball, he was about to attempt to shoot the ball all the way back to the other hoop, when all of a sudden, he was filled with something. A desire, a rage.
A hatred. Brow furrowing, the godly figure found himself angry at almost everything, and this time kicked the ball, sending it flying into space. "Fluff!" His voice boomed. However, before Joey could do anything catastrophic, the mental power of Zeus reeled him back.
NO, BECKHAM! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!
With a grunt, he shook his head, anger still welling up inside of him like a pool. But he had stopped.
IT IS- WHAT IS THE TERM? 'GETTING ALL WORLDSTAR UP IN HERE'?
Joey sighed as Zeus attempted to use the slang that he had tried to teach him. "We'll work on it, Z." But he had noticed the dangers. People were literally going out and trying to kill each other. A big problem. Crouching down, Joey launched through the city streets, a bolt of lightning that went faster than the very speed of light. "Nope-nope-nope-nope" He yelled out, as he proceeded to separate fighting couples by attaching them to flagposts and other local street lamps. "Stopstopstopstop"
After eight city blocks were cleared in the time it took for someone to blink, he flew up, over the city, surveying the damages. It was everywhere. More city than he could reasonably save. But, his eye caught something, and as he turned towards it, he was surprised he had not seen it earlier. A monstrous beast of epic proportions was rising out of the water like an old Goliath movie. "Holy sh!t!" Joey cried, zooming over to it, inches away from it's face.
"Okay, Z, you think we can make it?" Joey questioned out loud, as he dribbled the ball on the pavement.
NO.
"Ah, you know we can. It'll be fun. You're just mad about last weekend."
YOU PROMISED ME A SLAUGHTER OF THE ROMANS, BECKHAM. YOU DISAPPOINTED ME, AND INDUCED MY WRA-
"Wrath, schmath." Joey rolled his eyes. He was in his man-form now, a hulking Promethean of a man rather than a sulking boy, and aimed the basketball carefully. Finally, he raised the ball overhead, and whispered 'yeet' before launching it, sending it flying through the clouds above. Zooming after it, the Heir of Olympus went past the ball, and proceeded to fly across the country, eventually landing in New York City, at a small basketball court in the back of a high school.
"C'mon, c'mon..." He whispered to himself, tapping his foot impatiently. Finally, the ball came- swishing through the hoop without a sound. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Joey yelled out, jumping up and pumping his fists.
IT ONLY TOOK SIX HUNDRED ATTEMPTS. IMPRESSIVE.
"Five hundred and eighty seven, Z." Joey scoffed. Going towards the ball, he was about to attempt to shoot the ball all the way back to the other hoop, when all of a sudden, he was filled with something. A desire, a rage.
A hatred. Brow furrowing, the godly figure found himself angry at almost everything, and this time kicked the ball, sending it flying into space. "Fluff!" His voice boomed. However, before Joey could do anything catastrophic, the mental power of Zeus reeled him back.
NO, BECKHAM! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!
With a grunt, he shook his head, anger still welling up inside of him like a pool. But he had stopped.
IT IS- WHAT IS THE TERM? 'GETTING ALL WORLDSTAR UP IN HERE'?
Joey sighed as Zeus attempted to use the slang that he had tried to teach him. "We'll work on it, Z." But he had noticed the dangers. People were literally going out and trying to kill each other. A big problem. Crouching down, Joey launched through the city streets, a bolt of lightning that went faster than the very speed of light. "Nope-nope-nope-nope" He yelled out, as he proceeded to separate fighting couples by attaching them to flagposts and other local street lamps. "Stopstopstopstop"
After eight city blocks were cleared in the time it took for someone to blink, he flew up, over the city, surveying the damages. It was everywhere. More city than he could reasonably save. But, his eye caught something, and as he turned towards it, he was surprised he had not seen it earlier. A monstrous beast of epic proportions was rising out of the water like an old Goliath movie. "Holy sh!t!" Joey cried, zooming over to it, inches away from it's face.
It's always very surprising to be suddenly tied to a large metal pole. This holds true regardless of location or world. Vael looked down from where Joey had flown by and suddenly tied her just before she could use her bo-staff to destroy someone's face. It was the act of pulling her from the fighting and tying her to the pole that had pulled The Void Terror from her rage induced state. She blinked, looking at the cement ground for a few moments before she shifted her attention to the beast in the water and the unusual man that had unknowingly saved most of New York from a giant catastrophe.
"ektekome-testreav okani!" A simple incantation. Vael tapped into the watery manna of the surrounding land and gave herself the ability to fly. "Ohmtes!" A much shorter incantation that teleported her next to Joey where she hovered in mid air, bo-staff in one hand where it served more to help her channel manna than it would in a fight, at least against something this large. She held the staff with one hand and pointed at the creature with the other. "Cyani!" The spell would allow her to see slightly into the future and thus predict attacks before they came. This would give her the ability to more effectively dodge or block attacks. Dodge, that thing's got more strength than I care to think about.
"Flying brightly colored fast man!" Vael shouted over the distance between herself and Joey, turning her full attention to him. "How are you at throwing objects?" She asked, beginning to bring a new flow of manna to her body through the staff. "Say...large, angry living objects with lots of teeth?"
The Equinox, the New God of Balance, was beyond good and evil. He was simply that which made sure the scales of power stayed balanced. To cull the horde of humans, eliminate overpopulation, he killed humans. So when the Earth's self-appointed defenders arrived to stop him, he ignored their words, instead simply turning to face the cluster of them that had arrived at his position. And he unleashed his full telepathic capacity. Not as an attack made to hurt them, but something deeper. The change that had swept the populace was weak, breakable, temporary. The change he wrought in the minds of the heroes was insidious, would remain until an equally talented telepath could reverse it. He twisted the intent to do good in their hearts and minds, and made it darker. Their alignments shifted drastically, good becoming evil. And with that, he used another power, more as physical evidence of the change than anything else. A costume change.
(I'm gonna leave it up to you what you look like now, but it isn't the same old outfit. It's eeeeeevil now!)
The Equinox, the New God of Balance, was beyond good and evil. He was simply that which made sure the scales of power stayed balanced. To cull the horde of humans, eliminate overpopulation, he killed humans. So when the Earth's self-appointed defenders arrived to stop him, he ignored their words, instead simply turning to face the cluster of them that had arrived at his position. And he unleashed his full telepathic capacity. Not as an attack made to hurt them, but something deeper. The change that had swept the populace was weak, breakable, temporary. The change he wrought in the minds of the heroes was insidious, would remain until an equally talented telepath could reverse it. He twisted the intent to do good in their hearts and minds, and made it darker. Their alignments shifted drastically, good becoming evil. And with that, he used another power, more as physical evidence of the change than anything else. A costume change.
(I'm gonna leave it up to you what you look like now, but it isn't the same old outfit. It's eeeeeevil now!)
As Winters wasn't actually present, his mind couldn' have been effected at this location. But he could see the power this creature was capable of, a portion that is. Although he couldn't see color, or much. Actually what he could see whas the gravitational pull and matter of everything present, and its effects on his dark matter shadow.
It was clear by now the creature would not be stopping anytime soon. So it was time to go on the offensive. The shadow rose into the air confronting the telepathic monster. And frim the front of its body a sudden powerful gamma ray shot from it towards him intending to hit him with it for a few seconds to both test durability or end it if possible.
The Equinox, the New God of Balance, was beyond good and evil. He was simply that which made sure the scales of power stayed balanced. To cull the horde of humans, eliminate overpopulation, he killed humans. So when the Earth's self-appointed defenders arrived to stop him, he ignored their words, instead simply turning to face the cluster of them that had arrived at his position. And he unleashed his full telepathic capacity. Not as an attack made to hurt them, but something deeper. The change that had swept the populace was weak, breakable, temporary. The change he wrought in the minds of the heroes was insidious, would remain until an equally talented telepath could reverse it. He twisted the intent to do good in their hearts and minds, and made it darker. Their alignments shifted drastically, good becoming evil. And with that, he used another power, more as physical evidence of the change than anything else. A costume change.
(I'm gonna leave it up to you what you look like now, but it isn't the same old outfit. It's eeeeeevil now!)
P.R.O.W.L.E.R. was hit by the telepathic wave, the psi-blast and been so powerful bits of it drifted to the eastern sea board. Despite being a machine, the telepathic manipulation against all odds did manage to have an effect on the drone, but within such was a variable Equionox did not anticipate: P.R.O.W.L.E.R. was already possessed, by something infinitely more evil. All the new god of balance had managed was to weaken the shackles on something that should never have seen the light of day.
system alert!:unknown power flow transitsing through relays
troubleshooting...error
CRITICAL SYSTEM ALERT: EXOCORTEX HAS BEEN BREACHED
-CENTER DRIVE IS OVERCLOCKING
initiating neural software scan...confirm
primordial leech is currently at 1/3, one soul has been devoured. Two are resisting, one successfully, the other with increasing failure
...How did it break out...I thought...
"YES Prowler, rot in your weakness, this mind is MINE now, it always WAS!"
...c..can..t...th..thin.k..
The new Center Drive A.I. Takes advantage of the telepathic link from ' attack, and sends the new god a message of it's own.
"A deity that longs only to control organics? Pathetic..."
The Ferrogel around what used to be a P.R.O.W.L.E.R. combat drone, begins to swarm, ripping into and onto the machine until it's been warped into something unrecognisable, the gel itself following suit, almost if it were breaking the laws of physics. The end result an affront to anything that could be called nature.
"The singularity exists to consume, and I am it's instrument."
The mutated abomination rose an arm and laughed as a burning glyph appeared on in the ground.Incinerating the Chinese soldier that P.R.O.W.L.E.R. still had pinned beneath it.
"EQUOINOX! YOU HAVE CHANGED NOTHING!" the demon taunts.
Even Gods had enemies, and the new god of balance was about to learn this painfully. P.R.O.W.L.E.R. would confront whatever had risen from the sea, intent to lead it to a watery grave. There would be no "balance" this day, only death.
The anger, the greed, the anguish would find its way to the black void. Where his salted embers only dimmed while he slumbered, the hellbent energy would ignite his conscious into a burning fire. Like a rising bonfire the grasp of the titans wrath would even cloud the deepest parts of the ocean. Like flies to a light, it would become a beacon, signaling their outrage to the surface. The hunt to feed the awakened appetite would agitate the waves in the crazed shackling laughter that they yawned towards. The luxurious clean shoreline was lustful to TzHaars eyes, it needed to be molested by his taint. Alluring the waters to be imbued by his maelstrom of black salt. The flies would collectively fly towards the demonic energy that called to them. Getting closer, their malicious laughs getting louder would match the pace of the oceans canvas quickly turning into a plague storm. It was harmonious to the captains ears as the dread of their slow arrival would hatch into an asylum. The murky waters would birth their honorary vessels one by one, each filled to the brim with the oceans floors husk.
Ripping open the hulls of the tides came out the chimes and screams of plague ships. Their tips pointed to the sky as it thrust through the vaginal waves, the sailors strength paddling against the might that tried to push them back. Lyrically paddling together, their combined efforts would penetrate the tips of their ships away from the bed of the ocean that blanketed them. Each entrance would shock and thunder as the mighty vessels resisted the strength of Poseidon's control. Arcane lighting would mock the surface of the sky in each arrival. The armadas presence would plague the skies, obstructing the sun in phantom weather. Black clouds that would take shapes and forms of TzHaar, painting the sky in his glory. The puking sky drew out the captain of Death's appearance. The ebony gloom formed tentacles, heavy rain and hurricanes that would harass the city below.
Seven pirate ships that he controlled would rise from the many. The Captains ship three times bigger than the others that surrounded it in a fleet of undead. Thatch was awakened by the colossal titan, but he'd pay no attention to the God, IT WAS TIME TO REAP! He couldn't control the urge inside of him mind, it physically flagged his body into a frenzy. Like it was taking the host over, the joints were stiff in resistance and strength would be ignored. However whatever it was, IT FELT GOOD! "HEI HEI HEI HEI HEI! I LIKE IT!" The Captain would remark as his hollow eyes were showered with riots and violence that the city was overwhelmed with. It was a disorder that the pirate was ever so familiar with and he would sow himself into the image of chaos. Raising his sword upwards, ready to command. The shackling ship crews would roar and prepare the decks and cannons.
Black magic arsenals would be passed around the grunting army. Laughing with the powers at their hands, they loved the culture of pain, and these were the cruel tools that they would pray with. Bone hands caught and wielded swords, cannons and muskets of all kinds Thatch hastily struck down his sword "FIRE! RID THEM OF THEIR SKIN!" The captain roared. All of the ships fired out their many cannons at the sides of their ship. Each unleashing ectoplasmic shots simultaneously blazing the dark sky with green skulled fireballs, each one holding the power to waste a building.
My emotions were unbridled, the floodgates of the mind open, with sense and logic drowned out by a burning desire for blood. Motive, reason? These words meant nothing, there was only a goal, and that was for there to be blood. I had been moving aimlessly within the city, haunting it's denizens from behind shadow and darkness. I took my time, leaching off its sins, its crimson blood. I heard my name whispered from the drunken alleyways, of a little red reaper who feasts on the blood and bone of man. She wielded a scythe stained with the life giving fluid from her victims. What can I say, word travels quickly... but it hardly mattered. It was the drunken, the, 'stoned', as they would put it, who told these tales. Did anyone believe them?
No, not really. But in a world like this, who would want to take the chance? So they locked their doors at night, they hid their sons, their daughters. Some silently prayed, wishing safety to them and their loved ones. They wanted God to watch over them...I hope he enjoyed the show.
So it was in these streets that I heard his call, the message that the titan sent. The urge for violence, the need to saturate my thirst is burned within. Already under the influence of one deity, the command of another scorched my mind, taking over. My body was out of my control, for it demanded blood. Who am I to deny my body what it wants? Besides, it feels too good to say no.
If I ever get the chance, I need to thank Joey for serving me my meal...
Thu-dum
Thu-dum
I gorge on his still beating hearting, taking the time to savor each and every bite of the delicacy. The strained gasps of my victim only excite me more, the dying light in his eyes enticing me to go on, to devour it. The blood stains my teeth as I finish the meal, chunks of flesh stuck in between them.
But...but my food, it's gone! I need more...Silly me, I'm too quick to forget that they're lined up for me, man woman and child waiting for me to kill them in a glorious frenzy. But why not have some fun while doing it?
"I like to play with my food for awhile," the words gurgle out of my lips over the sound of blood sloshing in my mouth. Huh, the man's corpse was eaten too? I didn't even notice. Ah well.
I reach behind me, gripping my Crescent Moon and unveiling it before my audience. I cradle my sweetheart, gliding my hand over the handle. "This is Crescent Moon, the only high powered scythe rifle you'll ever find." With those words, the world becomes a blur, the light around me bending as I speed towards an elderly woman tied to one of the polls that line the city. She doesn't scream though, she doesn't squirm. She kicks, hisses, frothing from the mouth with hatred, the call of the titan reaching out to her as well.
Sticking the barrel into her mouth, I feel my smile return at long last. A cold smile, one of malicious intent reveals itself, and I can't keep it in any longer.
*POP*
"That's what I like to hear." Turning to the others, I laugh, blood and pieces of flesh flying from between my teeth. A madness takes over, and I cackle with glee as I take aim, again, and again, and again.
It wasn't long before a crimson hero was at her side as well as another magician. Both of which positive additions she was sure, of course they didn't pay attention to her and that was annoying. He asked what the giant was which Alice found to be nauseating as to her the what didn't matter. As for the other magician she had an authoritarian air that rubbed the criminal the wrong way. Still it was better they were on her side then the enemies.
The attack from the titan was a mental one, a wave of psychic power that the air physically distorted slightly. Darkened thoughts entered Alice's mind but they didn't have necessarily the desired result. She was here for personal gain, and now she was more driven to obtain. Her attire changed to what looked like a witch of the wilds, a fitting change she found outside of the hat. Which changed to the stereotypical look of a witch's hat instead of her name sake. It was of no consequence though given the new intriguing arrivals. A cannibalizing reaper was running through the streets ripping apart people. Disgusting given that those were people one could take from.
Meanwhile the skies went black clouds thick and skeletal formed blocked out the moon. The sea thrashed into an enraged tempest as a series of necrotic ships submerged. Stench was foul and the necroplasm arched with a repulsive emerald light. And in the haunting melody of the zombie King pirate or whatever the wand maker was stirred. For more resources of her hobby was now in sight. "Excuse me for a moment." She remarked with a nod to the heroes that'd been beside her.
A spin of her hat and Alice was back on the coast teleporting to a point where she could see the demon like girl of combat. "Sorry dear but I've seen at least one other with such a weapon. But don't worry she's No One." The wayward hero not a name to known and probably taken as just a joke. It was after all just to get the sickle holder's attention. What followed was a casual throw of a playing card, a wave of her hand though and that changed. Shooting forward at the speed of lightning that is to say three hundred and twenty million feet per second the Queen of Hearts raced toward the vermillion reaper. This hasty card as apart of the hearts had a capacity to drain life of a hit target it's magical nature vampiric. And as a queen of Tophat's enchanted deck the card had a monomolecular edge, it's bladed edge able to slice through nearly anything. With the queen of hearts thrown toward the throat of the reaper Alice turned to the jade fire raining down on the city.
From the stack of cards she withdrew a joker card. Bringing it up she placed it before the skull shaped fire ball of necroplasm. And with that the flaming skull was gone, although soon it had launched once more, bursting from the magic card that burned away in Alice's palm. As the burning skull raced toward the largest of ships however the witch waved her wand about. Half a circle and a trio of slashes and suddenly the necroplasm changed and multiplied. Intended to bombard the giant and the fleet of ships a small shower of meteors had been cast. Falling at the speed of reentry although each of the rocks was small they hit with an exsplosive force that'd easily demolish reinforced buildings. A cloud of steam likely to rise from the volume of scorching hot rock to have fallen.
The Center Drive was the mind that would be making decisions now, and it was ready for the world what it demanded, but thousands of miles away, there existed a behemoth who had already tried to lay claim. This was unacceptable.
"Your control ends where I begin...such is your nature...I'll SHOW you what you lack! False God!" The infernal, re-wired A.I. shouts.
As space itself seem to warp and shudder with agony, the mechanical demon storms across the canadian landscape, atomizing anything it its path as it counted the hypersonic boom tubes from it's bursts of movement. channeled the causative spikes in momentum into ferrogel-tentacled horrors on each limb, pulling at the strings of probability and chance. So as to mold time into a shape best suited for the task. It was coming for the titan's head, and it would be there to collect it in a matter of minutes.
As the synthetic demon rocketed across the North American continant closer and closer to the giant telepath , the center drive hell-machine sends a psychic attack of it's own at the titan from the sea ( @sun_and_moon), cramming a 3 second microcosim of the pain and fear felt by every victim that had died at P.R.O.W.L.E.R's hands in the past.
It could see the others now, finally bringing itself to halt as waves of searing friction from the charge slowly faded.If the initial chaos and grown to Chinese presence in Canada, then the titan the former P.R.O.W.L.E.R had just attacked surely had other enemies. The center drive A.I. took a stoic survey of the battlefield, taking note of everyone in the struggle to take the sea-giant down:
It senses two mages (@_tophat_, @vael) the latter of whom...yes, it could feel it. It seemed it was not the only one with ties to a great abyss. The gods had again proven they were not limitless.
It sees the caped one(@joey_destroyer_of_worlds) It notices the blatant immensity of his power, but the demon shies away when it senses this man's ties to the divine
It sees an exotic looking, but otherwise normal human?...no...It sensed something in her too, a longing for battle, a clarity in her means of bloodshed... (@lucia_aurelius)
It feels the presence of other arcane horrors (@tzhaar) despite their many similarities with itself, the occult A.I. did not empathize, they had no bearing in coming of the singularity, nonethless their existence spited the gods. The center drive was pleased of this.
There was enough tainted sorcery amongst these so called heroes, that the Machine no longer revered even the titan's power. The telepath from the sea was going to die tonight, and the center drive would make sure it's demise was the most beautiful torture that could ever be afforded words. This titan would know a pain that cannot be fathomed by the mortal mind.
The abomination that used to be a P.R.O.W.L.E.R. Rips into time and space, gathering up every archetype of causality and catastrophe it could get it's hands on, and ties them into a ethereal knot. Warping reality, so as to increase the quantum probability that it's next attack would be especially devastating.
Squirming tentacles of gore shaped ferrogel began spinning into toothy, corrosive drill-like projectiles that detached and floated motionless in the air, ready to be railgunned at the titan when the time was right. The center drive planned to learn exactly what this thing from the sea was capable of, and the second there was another opening, the demonic A.I. was to fire these hypersonic, quantum shifted probes through the sea-giant's eyes, and hopefully into it's brain.
"Come at us titan! I want to see the TORMENT in your eyes at end of it all!"
Intended to bombard the giant and the fleet of ships a small shower of meteors had been cast. Falling at the speed of reentry although each of the rocks was small they hit with an explosive force that'd easily demolish reinforced buildings. A cloud of steam likely to rise from the volume of scorching hot rock to have fallen.
The black waves thrashed against the fleet of horror. Its salty essence infused into the hulls of the death vessels, reaping all life in its presence. Spikes branched out like splinters, riddled with corpses that decorated the ebony craftsmenship. Torn rags that swayed in the brewing storm, blending into the night sky that the captain produced. The fleets smog matched the core of its creation. The spirit was a being that was scalped and formed from the darkest depths of the ocean. An avatar of death that pillaged and brought arcane poison to those unfortunate to be faced with the being infused with the curse of Cthulhu. This avatar of death would be course, the commanding shackle of bones. TzHaars demonic laugh commanded the zombie pirate crew. Steering the main ship with the compass wheel that directed him towards the shoreline. The havoc inside of the captains mind wanted to bring his raiders to the land. "HEI HEI HEI!-" The skeletons laughter would be interrupted by the skies blaze. "The Gods fight against us!" He pointed towards the inferno that showered them.
The hellfire embedded rocks had been dashed above them as if the magician had sprinkled pepper over a dish. Emanating heat so vile, contesting against the cold sea. Cratering the water with great impacts. The threshold of the liquids durability was broken through instantly. Boiling the shoreline, steam would rise leaving a horrific stench of corrosion and salt. The fleet was born with heavy waves, deep pressure of the sea, fighting great sea monsters but the summoned falling sky was something the horde didn't adapt to. The shower was too great for them.
Breaking off the spikes and toppling over the corpses that decorated the ships. The scorching blazes velocity would meet against the cold exterior of the sea vessels. The fire wave would overwhelm their defence. Volcanic rocks bashed and crushed through armour of the ships. Critical damage as if the weather had backfired its own set of cannons against the formation. "It's a message! HEI HEI HEI! We go for the city lads!"
Charge!
The ships kept firing nonetheless. The Jade volley would keep their artillery that boomed and cracked like thunder. Molesting the city with the fleets constant touch, but it was just a distraction to the armadas true invasion. The green lighting would shine down towards the black steaming fog that came from the shore. Figures of ships had been summoned below, smaller than the ones farther out. These vessels held no cannons, but an unreal amount of warriors wielding muskets, hand cannons and sabres. The volume of ships was immense, all holding the skeletons warcries and arms waving their weapons.
The front of the sides would dig deep into the sand and concrete of the burning colony. Thousands of screes and curses charged forward. Arcane projectiles flew throughout the raging streets. Slashes that painted life into death, pouring and spilling corpses. A pack of twenty skeleton grunts would spot the enchantress, charging forward with their swords and others would flank behind with aimed muskets. "Get her! Eat her! Rape her!" The raiders of salt screamed out bringing a rapid barrage of undead assaults.
Another pack would greet the red scythe female. Bringing down more curses, mocking the tiny one. "Gives us want we waaaant~ LITTLE GIRL" Sprinting towards, the grunts numbers would run over the citizens of the streets. Stampeding over cars and buildings. The waves would meet no end of their rising numbers and their numbers weren't the only issue. The cannons continously struck down towards the city, and a few would be placed against the location of the red riding hood.
"WHAT!!! This is Crescent Rose, my sweetheart! She is ONE. OF. A. KIND!" I scream at the top of my lungs, anger coursing through me. How dare she besmirch the good name of my tool of destruction. Glancing at my entree, I sneer at their feeble attempts to escape. "These people are mine," I say through gritted teeth. Spinning on my heels I have my weapon poise, aiming right at the intruder. I can't help but feel some of my anger leave however, the silliness of her get up striking even me. With the wand,
the hat, and the outfit, she looks like the stereotypical witch a child would as on Halloween. A small chuckle escapes me, and in the destructive atmosphere around us, it is quickly becoming psychotic, overcoming my rage in moments. The witch strikes, throwing a queen of hearts at me with lethal intent. I can smell the magic, the power emanating from it. Mm, the anticipation of it is killing me...figuratively of course. I've died before, I know what I'm talking about.
With my beautiful smile, I open my maw, red aura emanating from my body. The card flies into my mouth, and I try to catch in my teeth. The card slides into my skin like wet butter, the edges cutting into the sides of my gaping mouth.. The tension in my mouth lessens as my cheeks are cut deeper. I guess this give a whole new meaning to wide mouth.
Finally, my molars manage to catch the blood soaked card. "I gotta say," I yell aloud, spitting the card out from between my teeth. My mouth tastes like iron, red tears streaming down my cheeks. It hurts a bit, but that can only excite me with what was to come, "parlor tricks aren't really my thing." The Heart of the Warrior, oh how I have missed it so, shields me from the life stealing affects of my attacker, although it chips away at it, the red aura around me shorting out every once in awhile. "Now let's put a smile on that face!" I yell, as my scythe fully extends into the red beauty it is. I fire a volley of ice filled rounds towards the witch, intending to freeze her in place, so I can rip her head from between her shoulders.
"Gives us want we waaaant~ LITTLE GIRL"
"Little, I'll have you know, I'm 23!" I spin around. 'Ugh, Pirates, witches, what's next a fecking soft drink mascot?' I don't care who they are, they are interrupting my dinner! Putting all the power I could behind me, I fire my weapon, and the world becomes a blur, as do I. Disappearing from the eyes of any normal, and many meta humans, my speeds exceeds that of supersonic, cones behind formed behind me and the wind roaring with the force of my impacts. Charging into the arm of skeletons, I get to work. Cannonballs rain from the sky, breaking the ground beneath me. One falls right within my sights. Another obstacle.
Another thing to fall prey to my Crescent Moon, slashing it in half as I become a living wheel. My heels digging into the sand beneath my feet, I skid across the ground, my silver eyes baring into those of my foes around me. "Come one, come all, it does't matter." Licking my now cheek wide lips, I point my scythe towards them, "I will reap you!"
Whispering in her mind a voice of chaos spoke driving the magician toward personal gain and violent means. Before her was plentiful chances in magic findings all she needed to do was claim crucial parts of the opposition. Ingredients essentially was what she was after. Death didn't need play a factor she just needed to find something of note, soon enough the game of combat would provide this. As the first of her moves shot forward with crack of thunder and streak of light the queen of hearts shot toward the vermillion rider. And with repulsive effeciency it sank into the jaw of the woman. Ripping flesh like wet tissue paper. Catching the card in her teeth the Aurelius avoided a hole through the head and continued her destructive path. Spitting the card to the ground the scythe was brought up its crescent blade sinking into asphalt as the woman opened fire.
Raising her hand and reacting with a speed unexpected for what she'd shown Alice's hand danced through the air. Bullets slammed into her palm winters cold kiss encompassing the hand and crystallizing it in ice. The sting was dreadful but for sake of personal gain the charming thief persevered. Summoning the card to come back to her, for on that playing card was now a trace of blood an aura of a woman with a percuiliar status and of a special name. Ingredients. "Play in this world long enough and you'll find little is one of a kind. Enjoy your night." As the reaper dashed for skeletons Alice returned to focusing on such warriors as well. Much as she disliked the rabid monster there wasn't need to get involved further.
Fog clouded the air given rise from the meteor shower that had pelted the shores. A couple boats shining as fire danced along their frames. Despite the bombardment however the fleet continued. Jade light speared through the air as the city was ravaged sets of boats advanced the chattering of teeth haunting the air as the skeletons drew near. Numerous charged cackling and screeching like banshees as their sabers sang for blood. Pain however was a fantastic motivator, and a ice encompassed hand fragmented falling into snow her hand nearly violet from the cold but free to direct magic once more.
A wave enough to submerge the city block came rushing toward skeletons and witch. As the wave carried up toward Alice though it would part, sparring her but in all likely hood nobody else. For as the wave rose to the apex of its height extending past rooftops the tide would freeze over. With any luck trapping the undead in ice, the sub zero effect would carry with the magician as she walked. Raging sea becoming little more then a models cat walk for the witch.
Walking on water like a biblical figure the witch looked to venture toward the devilish craft in charge. She wanted it to freeze in place and let Alice meet this pirate king eye to eye. "You'll have to forgive me I don't dine or lay with the peasants." Within her soft tone was enchantments of lust and innocence. Designed to tell those it inflicted that Tophat was just a sweet figure drawn in by trouble. She liked people to think they had a better chance getting things from her, for this allowed the witch to take more from them. For every wand needs "wood" and a "core" a base and something special. The blood could provide a core but Alice still needed the base, this she thought might be obtained through the undead. Heroes could repell the pillaging the witch just looked to cater to her own desire.
Aleron felt the hatred firing up within him, invigerating him, causing him to be confused by the strange sudden feelings. He had a sort of defense against telepaths. But this being was defenitely strong. He flew up and up overlooking it all as light shined off his golden wings. He saw what was causing the telepathic attack, he saw pirates attacking, a....pepsi man, a robot of some strange sort, and even a witch of some sort maybe. He saw all of it. Eyes adapting to see it all. But anger was growing inside him. Hatred yelling to get out. He had to do something with it. He stared at the people below, attack the giant and the ships perhaps. Hit them with vibrations!
Aleron flew into the sky, up and up and up. He'd preformed this move against some orcs in an invasion. He closed his wings in front of him like a cannon and forced powerful sonic blasts from them towards the giant (sun_and_moon) and towards the pirate ships (tzharr). He did this while falling from the sky and would only be able to keep it up for a few seconds before having to catch flight again.
Well...this just got out of hand. Everyone is going crazy, not useful. I need to put distance between that thing and myself while I gather enough mana to do something about it. Making use of her flight ability Vael swiftly flew away from both the creature and Joey. She positioned herself high above the city. There she focused her will on the natural arcane energy flowing through the area, tapping into its power and allowing it to course into her body. She held her bo-staff close to her body and watched the chaos below, unable to bring it to heel. We have to deal with that monster or nothing else matters anyway. I might be able to destroy its mind but it could also have a completely alien mind that would be immune to that particular spell. No...I need to try something else first. Weaken the body and render the mind vulnerable perhaps.
Unable to cast her more powerful spells yet Vael waited and watched, keeping an eye on all the activity below and preparing to avoid any attacks that might come her way. The psychic attack had washed over her harmlessly but seemed to be driving everyone else mad, or worse, making them sinister versions of themselves. If only this were in a swampy area I could do something to restore order.
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