GilgameshThePimpToEndAllPimps

March Forwards, To Where Actions Meet Words:

This is it. There is no room for dialogue of potential threats & plans, nor are there any chances to run & hide from an unexpected adversary. We have come to knock down the doors of the enemy, and we weren't returning without either victory or death.

For the newfound warriors, there is this unshakeable sense of unraveling emotions. Fear, lingering regret, anticipation, exhilaration. These feelings mix in a molding pot as they encounter their first true brush with death. It is one thing to say that you will fight for your friends & family, but when faced directly with imminent danger is where the human psyche truly shows his face. And yet there is one thing they feel, unintentionally harmonized in their ideals for but a moment.

As for a Warrior King like Foreigner, this is almost second nature to him. A grand battle such as this, staring down an uncountable force of opposition with naught but your wits, companions & might at one’s fingertips merely excites Foreigner, as if returning to that oh so important battleground. This may be only a taste of what’s to come, but it’s more than enough to get his heart pumping & his soul ablaze, with only one internal declaration to make:

“No turning back now, so let's show them what we’ve got!”

I. Crowd Control - Harri & Ana

A number as large as 999 seems like an insurmountable number, impossible for the normal man to truly comprehend at the same time, especially when under such a strict time limit. Such a task is best delegated to the role of one with grand AoE, one who can thin out the numbers fast & efficiently.

Luckily, one of the members of Foreigner's brigade, Harri, has come equipped with the perfect answer to such a massive crowd in the form of his B ranked Magecraft. Infinite Phantom Blades is a massive storm of omnidirectional, invisible blades that, even if we don’t take its name super literally, would still be able to allow for virtually all the lower class Vampires to, at best, be left scrambling for answers. Recall how, by the skills given, none of them have any form of sensory abilities (this goes for the Rank VI as well), whether it be enhanced sight or precognitive instinct, so none of them will have any idea what’s happening or how to prevent there numbers getting annihilated in a matter of seconds. It's also worth mentioning that since a B rank projectile should be faster than anything a C rank in agility can dodge, no one, not even the Rank VI, is outpacing Harri's assault.

Not to mention that these blades, thanks to its anti-demonic properties, are also capable of completely nullifying healing factors, both of low ranking fodder vampires, to even high ranking Progenitors like Crowley (at least without any outside assistance). Whilst I'm the exact opposite of a Bleach expert, as far as I can tell, Ulquiorra or any other Espada, post or Pre-Resurrección, never had to regenerate from anything specifically designed to halt such an ability, as such the Phantom Blades should be able to slice through them like butter, especially when you consider their C Rank durability means that a B Rank magecraft is simply numerically more powerful.

But of course, I’m no fool to think that they’ll just sit there and take it, nor am I forgetting that Harri is but a fragile support unit, where one good hit will send him reeling. That’s where Ana comes in, and she forms the backbone of support through her use of the Hie Hie no Mi, One Piece’s premier showcase of Cyrokinesis.

With its ability to flash freeze a massive swaths of land with a single blast, Ana’s role here is the cripple to enemies’ movements, freezing the ground solid & not only making the terrain near impossible to maneuver, but anyone in range is more than likely to get flash frozen before they even get a chance to move, leaving them sitting ducks for Harri’s Phantom Blades.

More importantly, however, is that Ana’s ice is also capable of great defense via spawning massive walls far bulkier than the average chunk of ice. With an AoE wall of ice blocking any and all incoming attacks (Dark Snow included since it can be block by regular barriers, shoukd it go off) between the Vampires & Harri, there really isn't anything they can do to stop his assault, between it blocking their path, the Ice slowing them down/freezing them solid, all whilst dealing with Harri's Endless barrage of blades. The distance between them also means that Ana can realistically set this up before they approach either of them, making up for the difference in raw agility.

Sure, you could argue Harri can't see the Vampires if Ana does this, but thanks to our great Inventor, he has access to 616 Ghost's suit, whose built in-radar functionality would make that a complete non-issue.

II. Beast Meets Beast.

With those two handling the trash mobs, it is only natural for Foreigner himself to be the one to handle the toughest of opponents. The mark of a rank VI Vampire may seem like a powerful adversary, yet for Foreigner, a dash with the undead is just what he wants in order to truly gauge the power of his enemy. What was the culture of the Vampires? How would they react when faced with an undefeatable foe? These are many questions the Alien King has about them, and whilst he could also read about or ask his Masters what they knew, he always found that the best way to learn of a new culture is to experience it one’s self.

Permissions were given, and none of the other Servants were around. The time was ripe. Foreigner’s body for a moment stood still, a swell of an invisible, ominous aura swirled around him as he grabbed the cloth that covered his eyes, as if Darkness itself poured from his very eyes.

May The Gap Between Worlds Be Shrunken

And Consume Those Who ahlloig l' h''s mgehye

For the Yog ulnah mgr'luh nafl mgah'n'gha

Avenue l' yog shuggog!

The cloth floats down onto Foreigner’s neck, revealing beneath their original position two eyes soaked in blood & red, gaze widened in a way that seemed to gaze into infinity towards the higher ranking Vampire, before vanishing into a swirl of nothing alongside the rest of Foreigner’s body.

Foreigner’s B+ Noble Phantasm takes the form of the iconic Mangekyo Sharingan, something which I imagine requires no explanation. With it, Foreigner will simply teleport behind the Rank VI & absorb the monster directly into an alternate reality, to which there is no escape within its arsenal. Whether or not it starves to death, is broken by the madness of a world of infinite nothing, or simply runs out of mana, it is of no consequence when enforced by the power of an Outer God. And whilst Foreigner is admittedly pretty slow by the standards of a Servant of this scenario, him sharing the same agility rank as the Rank VI means that it can’t simply run away, especially given how he will be teleporting behind him to effectively be touching him.

Once the beast is defeated; their King released from the board as it were, the rest of the playing field should be a cinch for Ana & Harri to take care of, so Foreigner will simply head back to them in order to play defense, halting any enemy attacks that might threaten Ana or Harri just in case some cheeky little vermin thought it could sneak through.

III. Pragmatism - Enrico:

And thus leaves Enrico. Frankly, between Foreigner, Ana & Harri, I don't really see any issues we could possibly possess, nevermind Hana & Aozaki. But, of course, there is the question of the Arc Cannon itself. With the mobs being deleted by Ana & Harri & Foreigner himself dealing with Rank 6, there really isn't anything to truly worry about with it, & the 3 minute timer is more than enough time to wrap things up. However, why should we settle with just ridding the threat of such a weapon? Surely, such a great and powerful tool should be used to our benefit? That is the question that the cynical opportunist Enrico considers. But then, an idea pops into his mind. Instead of destroying the cannon & letting this mirage simply fade & waste away once we’re done, let's do something even better.

Let's steal it.

This is where Enrico will come and fulfill his role, as his Magecraft, the B ranked Puppets of Ultimate Darkness, will allow him to create a forcefield, which, given that they're explicitly based around the rest of his usage of the Puppets, captures whomever is caught in it within Hyperspace, removing them from space itself.

And whilst normally, a B rank skill such as this would probably not be enough to capture the entire cannon, thanks to Enrico possessing the Overload skill, all it’ll take is some moderate damage to his Magic Circuits to be able to make it so that his capabilities skyrocket to the appropriate level (not gonna put an exact number, but a B Rank being amped should at least reach 100 odd meters). Sure, this may not be an “offensive” spell, but remember, this is a spell that is built upon the same ability Sakanashi uses, which is very much offensive, as shown above, so it should still count as an offensive technique, just used in a non-offensive manner.

Worst case scenario? The cannon fires but only destroys itself due to it being in hyperspace (Etherion doesn’t have the feats of overpowering cross-dimensional barriers, so the fact that it’s EX vs B shouldn’t really matter I would think) or Foreigner can use Kamui to warp everyone out of harm's way. Best case scenario? We take this bad boy home, & get an EX rank nuke to mess about with.

And if the Cannon disappears alongside the rest of the fortress when the challenge is over, well then Vritra is no fun >:(

In Summary:

1. Harri AoEs the the trash mobs.
2. Ana disrupts the fodder's movements whilst providing protection for Harri.
3. Foreigner teleports over to & Kamui GGs the Rank VI.
4. Enrico dumps the cannon into Hyperspace.
5. Aozaki & Hana help too, probably. Idk haven’t seen them fight yet.

All in all, an easy first victory.

Eternally Human:

The words that we use to converse with our fellow man can often be riddled with double meanings & subtext depending on an innumerable amount of variables. They can be strong forms of connections, conveying the feelings that would go unnoticed & creating inseparable bonds. And yet, they can also be weapons that can be formed into any shape to fit the individual, striking where it hurts the most in order to achieve the results required.

It was a fact that Foreigner had to remind himself of when viewing conflicts, both in the many travels of his living time, as well as the sight of two Servants incidentally striking nerves.

It was that concept, that idea that these Heroic Spirits, himself included, were still just as fragile & imperfect as we were all those days ago, that gave Foreigner pause. A pause that let him close his eyes, even if only for a moment, and think:

These are those who define human history.

When Foreigner reopens his eyes, he finds himself in a desolate, frozen over wasteland of stone & snow. It was a place that would be deemed inhospitable for any reasonable soul, yet for him, there was one being whom he knew this is what they called home.

𝕎𝔼 ℍ𝕆ℙ𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼ℕ’𝕋 𝔽𝕆ℝ𝔾𝕆𝕋𝕋𝔼ℕ 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ ℝ𝕆𝕃𝔼, ℍ𝕌𝕄𝔸ℕ.

Its voice was one of madness, yet it was a sound all too familiar to Foreigner. Perhaps he was called here by the Elder Gods, or maybe his mind ended up drifting back to where it all began amidst his internal discussion. Yet, no matter the reasoning, the result was that, mentally, Foreigner found himself back in the icy plain to which his class's origins were born from.

“Never for a second, Elder One.”

He remarks, yet is not given any visual indication that his words reached such a being.

𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕐𝔼𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕐 𝔸ℝ𝔼, 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼𝕊𝕋 𝕆𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔻, 𝕃𝕀𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕐𝕄𝔹𝕆𝕃𝕊 𝕆𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ ℍ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐 & 𝕃𝔼𝔾𝔸ℂ𝕀𝔼𝕊, 𝔻𝕀𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝ𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕀ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔼 𝕋𝕀𝕄𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕐 ℙ𝕆𝕊𝕊𝔼𝕊𝕊 & 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝔽𝔼𝔼𝔹𝕃𝔼 ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸𝔻𝔼𝕊.

The God roars, its tone rip with pity. Seeing eyes was no shock to Foreigner; nor was it even that it had indeed been paying strong attention towards his journey. Rather, what was surprising was that the beast had opinions about humanity at all beyond being mere food, as if this wasn't a predetermined inevitable not worth of discussion. Was it mere jest, akin to how we view pets doing “silly” things as dumb & immature? Or was there something more to it than that….

“I suppose it is only inevitable when men & women of differing ages are brought together from different times & lands."

𝕊𝕌ℂℍ 𝕀𝕊 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕋ℝ𝕌𝔼 ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕊. 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕐 𝕊𝕋𝕌𝕄𝔹𝕃𝔼 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕀ℝ 𝕆𝕎ℕ 𝕍𝔸𝕀ℕ, 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕀ℂ 𝔻𝔼𝕊𝕀ℝ𝔼 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔽𝔸ℂ𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕀ℝ 𝔾ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ ℙ𝕌ℝℙ𝕆𝕊𝔼𝕊. 𝕀𝕋 𝕀𝕊 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝔹𝔸𝕊𝔼, ℂ𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝔻𝔼𝕊𝕀𝔾ℕ 𝔽𝕃𝔸𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 𝔽𝕆ℝ𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕋𝔸𝕀ℕ𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕀ℝ 𝔽𝕌𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼𝕊 𝕋𝕆𝕎𝔸ℝ𝔻𝕊 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊ℍ𝔸𝔻𝕆𝕎 𝕆𝔽 𝕆𝔹𝕃𝕀𝕍𝕀𝕆ℕ.

“Indeed, it would be foolish to imply that we don’t fight amongst ourselves for what appear to be irrelevant issues. As a king who led in the times of war, I know that better than anyone.”

Foreigner had no reason to deny the Elder God’s words as they take view of the events transpiring. His travels have let him meet many men. Kind & strong, weak & bitter, yet the one constant is conflict. It's how we've been since the beginning, and it'll be what we are at the end.

𝕊𝕆 𝕋𝔼𝕃𝕃 𝕌𝕊, 𝔹𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼𝔻 𝔽𝕆𝕆𝕃: 𝕎ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕎𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 𝕎𝔼 𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝔹𝕐 𝕂𝔼𝔼ℙ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕌ℂℍ 𝔼𝕄𝕆𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝔻ℝ𝕀𝕍𝔼ℕ ℂℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼𝕊, 𝔻𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔼𝔻 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕊𝕋𝔸𝔾ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ, 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ 𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕊𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋?

As it says this, the malformed pandemonium of sounds that it calls a voice booms across the land, the growing volume of snow transforming into an arctic blizzard that erases any semblance of view from Foreigner’s eyes, the only shape remaining behind the grotesque shadow of the Elder God.

And yet, a smile emerges from Foreigner’s face, as if he predicted every word the Elder God would say.

“Because that is what makes us who we are.”

As he says this, a sudden clank can be heard from outside Foreigner’s mind. The sound of Archer’s arrow, halted dead in its tracks by the Shielder between the two.

That heartfelt tear, not born of malice, lies or any ill intent, is all that Foreigner needed to make his point apparent, as his view returns to the world of dreams, full of vigor & almost sibling-esque pride.

"We humans aren't some binary machine with perfect categories. There are those who trample, and yet there will always those on the other side who deny those damages; whom seek not death & stagnation, but connections. And just as there are those who would trample upon those weaker, there will always be those who lend a hand, lick their wounds & tell wondrous stories of adventure & mystery to each other."

"That is the difference between you & we, [REDACTED]. You may be a being of destruction, but we are also destruction, yet we are simultaneously life. A collective that, when merged together, create a paradoxical existence that is nonetheless beautiful in it's imperfections. That is what we Heroic Spirits are. The flaws, mistakes successes & gifts that we humans provide to the world in equal form, born to protect the flawed artistry of it all. Some may be representative of the positive, others of the negative, yet we are all equally important in defining who we are."

The beast does not respond for what feels like a millennium, with the only sounds being the gushing winds and pulsating figure, before giving a simple, almost rudimentary question.

𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕎ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝔻𝕆𝔼𝕊 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕄𝔸𝕂𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌, 𝔸ℝℝ𝕆𝔾𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾?

The question gives Foreigner a sense of pause, before giving a soft smiling, and walking off, back to the cave where they were before this spat.

"Keep watching. You'll find out in due time."

With that, Foreigner walks away from the Beast, his shadow becoming not but a memory beneath the snow, and wakes back up in reality with a smile.

United Across Time:

The tomb Foreigner & Caster find themselves within silently hold themselves under the inevitable haunting of a viscous Murder of Crows permeates the land; Where or even if the flock would come & bring the battle forwards, or merely retreat backwards for now, is a coin-flip no one was prepared to call. It all seemed hopeless, like there was nothing that could be done from the perspective of those who called this their home. A blindly obvious, futile end with no potential.

It all brings back memories for Foreigner. Memories of the mud-filled, soggy battlefield, a similarly futile path that he willing chose to be his final stop on his journey. There was no doubt in his mind at the time that to charge into that battlefield was doomed to failure; both him & his men effortlessly slain by the English in some vain showing of chivalry & idealism. To force those good men, with friends & families to go home too, to die so suddenly & meaninglessly, it is a sin that will haunt Foreigner until the rest of his days. Yet there is one single question that always occasionally popped into Foreigner's mind:

Why? Surely they knew they wouldn't survive, so why bother joining him in the fight, let alone straddling his horse to their own & leading the charge?

It was as these words sprung into Foreigner's mind, like an echo of the past, those who wished to fight, even if it was clear that their chances of survival where slim, stood up. It wasn't the entire town, not by a long shot, but those six young adults where more than Foreigner could've hoped for, Charisma be damned. Even in the most dire of situations, even the evening crows biding their time who knows where & why, there is hope to be found in those around us.

We all have something we want to protect; as Foreigner did, as Ruler did, as did he imagine Caster & many of the other servants summoned did. And of course, so did the men in his past that he called friends. Perhaps it was as grand as an entire country or as little as a single soul or ideal, yet everyone in every era will always have something to fight for, for that is a cornerstone of what makes us human, for if we were beasts, we would run tail between are legs at the first sign of danger. I suppose it makes sense then that ones that came too him were so relatively young, those who will bar the forefront of the tomorrow that this battle will bring, were the ones to step up. This is their fight, more than the elderly who have served their time, nor the children who are ignorant of the concept of their time. It is the youth of today that provide the footholds for tomorrow, even if it means using the powers of those well beyond their own, or giving themselves away to an inevitable end.

That is the meaning behind it all, both then & now.

Foreigner smiles, almost in disbelief yet at the same time happy that the people of today are still just as passionate about their lands as they were all those years ago. That, cherished partners that they may have been, those whom Foreigner called his closet friends & comrades where not the last, and should've these men & women born in a different place & a different time, their destinies would've born the most marvelous of fruit.

"....Words cannot satiate the thanks I give you."

See that, REDACTED? It's not just me. No matter the insurmountable task, there will always, anywhere, will be those to challenge it.

Foreigner then puts his hand out as a mystical force comes from it. A gentle, almost passive light, if not for the light tinge of shadows deep in the center of the flowing aura.

"So instead, let my actions speak."

Tactics C has been activated on those who came forwards, as the light that came from Foreigner's hand began to wrap itself around them, giving them the power to support not just Foreigner, but the future of humanity, their land, & their proof of existence.

My friends, we will win this battle."

For The True Battle Caws:

"Is it just me, or are there more crows than when we arrived?"

there is an earpiercing screech

The timing is almost too perfect. Not a moment ago, Foreigner was talking to the local residents about their hometown's pride & joy, only for said history to come flying on in with a screech that would seemingly the standard soul. It was a disgusting cry, yet for Foreigner, who has heard the true depths of madness made vocal, it was a signal of vile interpretations.

They speak highly of such a monster, did they know he was still alive? Perhaps, are they in on- No, no need for such hypotheticals built solely on guesswork. Such claims are no different from the methods used to paint me as an Alien King.

Regardless of such potential, there was work to be done. Caster seems equally aware of the situation, so the time has come to prepare for the worst case. If the Foreigner & Caster were summoned as grand spirits from across time, it would be an insult to not just them, but all of history, that a small village like this would gain scars even remotely deep, so the time for action is now.

To finally meet, potentially face-to-face, with the foe he was summoned to defeat was an inherently daunting task, one that Foreigner was building towards from the moment the terms "Vampire" & "Apostle" were added to his lexicon, yet there was a single, simple emotion that paraded his inner thoughts moreso than anything:

How exciting.

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As alluded to above, both Foreigner, Caster & the Masters involved has a pretty good idea of Blackmore's signs & capabilities (at least on a surface level, though on a meta level, even my uncultured ass knows that Reality Marble means Ichibei), so to treat this as code red will be the only logical decision.

However, whilst we know a threat is coming, the specifics of where & when are a separate issue, which is why Foreigner will be breaking out a new skill:

"Now then, where exactly is the monster of the hour?"

Foreigner then quickly fully takes off his blindfold, revealing what appeared to be completely shut, almost stitched together eyelids, only for them to jolt wide open in an instant, revealing sharp, ice blue pupils that seemed to transport the senses of those who stare into them into a frozen over world.

These are the Mystic Eyes of Otherworldly Judgement B, which take the form of Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes. In practice, this will give Foreigner an incredibly enhanced perception, easily reaching kilometers worth of distance based on visuals, and as such should be more than capable of seeing where Blackmore is currently at.

The eyes are even a major part in why Gojo is capable of using his Limitless technique, something which requires control of Cursed Energy down to the atomic level, which would naturally mean Six Eyes need to be able to perceive such specifics. Combined with it having foreseen sneak attacks before & it'd take quite the fancy trick to see past Foreigner's gaze.

With Blackmore's location & current movements assured, it'll be easy to play around any obvious traps. If he intends on, say, destroying the tomb, then we will know ahead of time & make sure the civilians are safe. As far as physically moving them, that's a job best befit for Caster & his Nanites, they've got that part on lockdown, but what's equally important is to prevent the masses being protected from panicking from the sudden introduction of threat & fast response. This is where Foreigner's additional boon when it comes to Alienating Charisma, talked about in the previous exchange with Ruler, comes in.

Even at lower ranks (Keep in mind Foreigner has it ranked B), Charisma allows for convincing with very loose proof, & considering there was a ghastly screech not two seconds ago, Foreigner would have no problem easing the tempered fears of the masses, at least to the point where they'd be willing to trust in us.

"Fear not, my friends. These suits of amour are the product of not a malicious force, but the work of the great Inventor I am happy to call a partner. I'm sure that that screech from above may put fear in your hearts, but fear not! It is our role as grand heroes to help, so please, even if you see us as unjust right now, let us prove our comradery for those in the light here & now! We assure you, no life will go unsaved under our jurisdiction!"

@thenamelessone

A Guide To The Oddpocalypse

As the final days of summer come down on the planet, you find yourself in the ruins of a once bustling rural town. It’s hard to say why you are here, h̸͖̃́̂̊͆̕͝ow far you came or how you even know it is summer, what with the sky not changing color from its red visage in who knows how many years; it almost feels as if time itself has lost all meaning, forever stuck in a perpetual now.

In any case, you find yourself somehow managing to survive this nightmarish world, filled í̸̛̖̫̭͉͓̙͔͇̰̟̍͊̄̌̀̈́̊n every corner by dangerous monsters not dared to be challenged, & ending up in a small town hidden away within northwestern America, once known simply, as Gravity Falls.

What was before a place, whilst not the largest land in America, was one teeming with life & mystery, a story to be told in every building & resident big & small, lavish or rustic, has now devolved into nothing but smoking flames & transmuted oddities bereft of human descriptors; monsters of unspeakable shapes & sizes parading over the wreckage as a child would over a hoard of ants. There were truly no words to describe the havoc caused here. Everything that could’ve resembled a landmark or even basic human civilisations were now just deformed masses of land, t̴̡̢̛͍͎̏͒heir matter twisted & bent in impossible ways & drenched in the scent of chaos & destruction, with the plantlife only narrowly escaping extinction.

Surely, finding someone, something that resembled the past world's society would be im̸͚̥̺̅̆͜possible to find here, but some food or drink? Unlikely, but beggars can’t be choosers.

So you dig, and scavenge & pray for resources, and in some regards, find aspects resembling success. A supermarket filled with canned foods, a mansion with heavily ripped, but functional clothing and so on. Yet, even by this new world’s order, there was something off about what happened here. It seems as if this smȧ̶͔̫̫͍͎̘̓ll, seemingly incidental town was way worse off for wear than even some major American cities, with a notable increased amount of monsters & transfigured reality, as if it were the eye of this storm from the beginning. Why here, a hillbilly no-name town tucked away in the corner of the continent, of all places?

That question plagues your mind for the time you spend in the main hub of the town, but sooner rather than later you find the final building that you have not ransacked. It’s a small, grubby looking shack in the middle of a den̸͈̟̈́͛̓́̊͒̍͝ͅse forest, partly a result of it's age and another because of how it's insides where riddled with oddities. From obtuse looking figures to an almost alien appearing basement, there is this air that screams "strange" even without the scars of the apocalypse.

The house itself wsn't exactly plentiful of resources beyond a scuffed vending machine, but what draws the eye most is a seemingly incidental pile of paper, lying on top of the remains of the store counter. Somehow, between everything, the paper itself seems relatively in-tact; maybe a couple of scratches here & there but still perfectly elligible. Was someone here recently? Curiosity striking, you decide to spend some time on the sliced in half sofa in the next room over & read the paper:

ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ, ꜱᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 22ɴᴅ 2012

ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ, ᴏʀᴇɢᴏɴ

ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴏᴍᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴꜱ

ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ, ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇʟɪʜᴏᴏᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴇxᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ɪ- ɴᴏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. ʙɪʟʟ ᴄɪᴘʜᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴜꜱ. ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜʏ ᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴᴄᴏɴꜱᴇqᴜᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴏꜱ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. ᴡᴇɪʀᴅᴍᴀɢᴇᴅᴅᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ & ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ɪꜱ ᴀɴʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ.

I. Where It All Began

To first understand this catastrophe, it is important, possibly more so than anything, to discuss the beast that commands the atrocities himself: Bill Cipher.

Whilst his true origins remain shrouded in mystery, what we know for sure is that, on a fundamental level, it is not a being compatible with our own. He is a being of pure energy, untouchable by conventional means. Though some may point to his eye as a notable potential weak point, that is merely one of the many facades he puts up, as once he entered our reality, he's shown to be capable of recreating his entire body from nothing but a 2-D visage, in very little time.

In fact, Bill's regeneration is strong enough that it is able to regenerate nigh instantly from the Quantum Destabilizer, a ray gun that was planned to be used to "Blast Bill Into Non-Existence", meaning not even his very existence is incapable of regenerating.

It is likely because of these elements that Bill’s powers has risen to the point of becoming a “Quantum Uncertainty”. Existing everywhere, and yet nowhere down to the minute of details akin to Schrödinger’s Cat. This physique of his effectively makes the very laws of cause & effect meaningless towards him, & being beyond time means that trying to quantify his "speed" simply isn't feasible.

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1. In-Character Reddit Q&A
2. Gravity Falls Season 2, Episode 15
3. Gravity Falls: Weirdmageddon Cinestory Comic
4. Gravity Falls Season 2, Episode 4

However Bill is more than just an impossible to kill demon, as between his ability to see into an infinite number of potential futures, cloning, control over all of space-time & general purpose reality warping, there really isn't anything that fowl beast can't do. Frankly, going over every single thing he has shown capable of would be an impossible undertaking, so it's fair to say that anything you can think of, Bill can do it to anyone or anything he chooses.

And by anything, I do mean anything, even abstract laws of the universe like the concept of "Life" itself.

II. The Powers That It Wields

But to talk about the power Bill possesses is to talk about the very disaster that destroyed our world & turned it into the nightmare we now live in.

Wierdmageddon is the result of Bill’s home, the Nightmare Realm, spilling into ours through an interdimensional rift, that he reinforces/grows, passively grows stronger via &, theoretically, would disappear the moment he is defeated. Said dimension is a lawless land, with the very rules of causality or even anything resembling the laws of physics being a concept simple devoid from the world; the world Bill Cipher called home for longer than any human could process, and it's that same degree of Chaos that he wishes to bring to the world.

It’s also worth saying that the moment the Dimensional Rift came into fruition, things immediately started going haywire, as evident by the rubble floating into the sky, as well as other aspects of Gravity Falls warping despite Bill being nowhere near them nor there being any signs of him directly tampering with them, namely the water tower. Frankly, the only reason the entire world wasn’t consumed in an instant was because of the very specific circumstances behind Gravity Falls & its Weirdness Magnetism.

However, most terrifying of all is that The Nightmare Realm isn't just an ordinary world either, it's a higher plane of existence, between all dimensions & acting as a central hub to portals that can send anyone or anything across the infinite multiverse.

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1. Gravity Falls: Weirdmageddon Cinestory Comic
2. Gravity Falls Journal 3, Page 250

The only conclusion that can be made for how far Weirdmageddon has spread now that Bill has freed himself from Gravity Falls, there is but a single answer to that. Everything. The Dimensional Rift now that is has been let loose, has made it's mark on not just our universe, but all of the multiverse, ripping apart the very concepts of reality as we know it & turning it into Bill's personal playground. Even if under normal circumstances, Bill isn't capable of bypassing the gap between worlds, the Interdimensional Rift he used to break into our own world was spawned from the same machine that led to infinite worlds, & now that he has full control over it, that restriction is now lost to the winds, able to use the power of the higher plane to warp us all.

Even other cosmically strong beings, like Time Baby, the ruler of the future who controls time, stood no chance against Bill. Despite his ability to casually create reality altering/restoring Time Wishes, Bill defeated him in a single-shot that forced him into a thousand year long long restoration process.

III. Ideas Not To Be Attempted

Now then, I've given you a basic roundup of Bill's potential &, by extension, the roots of Weirdmageddon, but I imagine there still may be some questions leftover, so allow me to briefly clarify some more specific points that may be brought up ahead of time.

"Bill got beaten/couldn't keep up with a bunch of kids!"

This is in theory a point well made. Bill is an arrogant, narcissist scumbag who constantly undermines the value of us humans. However, much as it pains me to admit it, Bill is so powerful that he honestly has every right not to think of us as anything, especially in his current state, only showing his true strength in very brief moments.

- Gravity Falls Season 1, Episode 19

This was best exemplified when he battled within the Mindscape against Soss & Dipper & Mabel Pines. Despite on paper being a showing of weakness, the moment Bill truly got serious, he was able to wipe out the entire arena they were fighting in, including the portal out of the Mindscape they conjured up, in a single shot, only keeping them alive because "you might come in handy".

A sentiment that proved true during the initial phases of Weirdmageddon, where whilst Bill clearly could've killed the kids whenever he wanted to, he chose not to in order to use them as bargaining chips to get into Ford Pines' mind.

Add on the fact that Bill is explicitly weaker in the Mindscape than as a 3-D entity makes this general point all the clearer. Whilst Bill may potentially have been beaten in some alternate world, there would simply be a mountain's worth of context, wether it be because of Bill's scheming or because of outside forces, behind any situation where that comes up. No matter what, always assume there is a plan involved with him.

"If Bill is this powerful, why hasn't the multiverse imploded already?"

Simply put, because that isn't what Bill wants. He most likely could if he wanted to, but Bill's goals only involves creating a "better world" without laws or restrictions. Destroying the world would go against that, and thus his lack of "true" destructive showings aren't telling of the full picture.

Which leaves us with one final question:

"What Can We Do To Stop Him?"

ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ʙɪʟʟ ʜᴀꜱ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ & ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ɪ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʜɪᴍ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ. ᴜɴᴋɪʟʟᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀʟʟ-ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ & ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ, ʙɪʟʟ ᴄɪᴘʜᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀʏ ʜɪᴍ.

ᴡᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍɴᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ʙɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ:

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

- ᴘɪɴᴇꜱ

The pages ends there save for a single, double sided spread of an image. It's meaning all too obvious, yet it's details incomprehensible to any not in the know-how.

I: Proof of Ideals

"So you do wish to take from my tomb. Words do a great many things, they hide, they change, they obscure, but they do not serve as proof. Prove to me why the two of you are worthy of my tomb."

These were the words uttered by this mysterious new Servant. Her name, unknown, yet her presence && words leave nothing to the imagination; the sight of a truly righteous king is before us. With the appearance of this grand new figure, one who stands at the forefront of the barrier towards the power needed to fight a monstrous enemy. For Foreigner, their is no choice that needs to be made, no contemplation to be made on wether this is the "correct" path. All that remains are three servants & two masters who out to be unified under a single cause, and push forwards towards the chance for an even brighter future.

Inventor, fine Masters as this is the result of my actions, I will lead the charge. If you do not wish to partake, then so be it, yet I hope you to at least understand my desires here. But if you stand with me & believe this to be an ally worth joining arms with, then I ask you to walk alongside me, if only just this once.

Foreigner speaks through the telepathy synced between the primary before he draws his sword, his stance not that of any recognisable style, yet it conveyed his intent loud and clear. That this will be an all-out assault, a single slash that will ring forth the truth of the matter. it is a foolish gamble, one with minimal chance of success, yet for a man as greedy as Foreigner, it is a gamble more than worthy of taking for such a prize.

Progress is not made by making decisions based 100% on logic. Rather, the weight of our spirits should be held in equal regards.

"I don't intend on holding back, Ruler!"

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As this is merely a spar, more of a clash of ideals given form than a fight to the death, victory is not the win condition, nor is it even required. Rather, this is a test of wills; a battle to give words meaning & resolve to show it's face. As such, whilst Noble Phantasms will be off the table, this doesn't mean Foreigner will be pulling his punches.

For starters, as Ruler is seemingly unaware of Foreigner's true ideals, she will be privy to the negative side of one of his skills, Alienating Charisma, an alternative Charisma that, in this case, will nerf one of Ruler's stats (the effect will take place when Foreigner gives out his earlier described battle cry). Whilst we do not know Ruler's exact stats in this moment, unless she has nothing but As across the board, it's sure to hamper her in some way. Though even if it doesn't work, gaining information on Ruler's statistics or skills is more than enough.

This will be supplemented by Foreigner's additional combat skill, Protection of Faith (Ideals) EX, a functionally identical reskin of Valor EX. Now given that this is a sparring match, I have no intention of trying to kill, but remember, this is a battle of prove one's ideals as genuine, and as such, holding back would dilute the message. As such, Foreigner will be using all 3 plus marks, skyrocketing his strength stat to the point where, even if Ruler has EX ranked strength or Endurance, she'll be hard pressed to come out of an exchange unscathed.

In truth, there isn't really much of a strategy on Foreigner's end just swing big, lunge towards Ruler & see if she has the mettle to withstand such an attack. The risk is high, but with the support of a master Inventor & the reward so high, it is only right to put our money where our mouth is.

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As Foreigner's plan is to engage Ruler headfirst, a few things will come into play on Caster's end. Of the five magitech bands that Caster prepared for his left arm in advance for the mission at the Vatican, four remain. In this situation, two will be used. As these were already cast, he need only activate them to aid Foreigner. The first nanite band Caster aims for Foreigner, which encases itself around him. Typically, a thin layer of nanites wouldn't add too much protection to Foreigner, however, this particular band was enchanted by Magitech A+ to project a forcefield, which it will do in this instance like so. Considering Tony can use them to shield from the explosion of a Helicarrier, they should aid Foreigner splendidly.

The second band that Caster created that is still on him and ready for immediate activation is one to create induced images of himself, Hana, and Touko. Obviously this was made a while ago and that sort of confusion wouldn't go here, but it's nothing a quick chant or two wouldn't be able to modify to create illusory duplicates of Caster and Foreigner instead. These may not work completely or at all on Ruler, but Caster doesn't know that and the primary magic was already done beforehand by him. Up to this point, the usage of these two bands would've happened rather quickly. They were already made, after all.

However, Ruler isn't here to see if we can throw her off, survive her attacks, or even beat her. She wishes to test our mettle and will to see if we are worthy of her help. Caster is not a warrior, but his wit and his will are his only true weapons. Opening his satchel, Caster creates a pair of nanite gloves and begins chanting. Never one to leave things to chance, and possessing High Speed Incantation A to make it viable, Caster pops two Greater Magecraft spells at 8-chant length and one Lesser Magecraft spell at 2-chant length: first, the boots to fly low to the ground and maneuver in whatever way necessary (this is the Lesser Magecraft), then one hand emitting a large-scale frontal sonic AoE aiming to throw Ruler off balance (Caster telling Foreigner to wait for his signal before going in; this being the signal, whether it affects Ruler or not) and the other emitting a blinding light (it not affecting Foreigner as he's blind). In order to not bombard the thread with options, I'll leave it here and adjust accordingly to Ruler's plan.

Rise To The Challenge:

As the ritual for the process of summoning is complete, there is a strange sense of foreboding within the air. By all accounts, the process went exactly as one would’ve expected, given the circumstances, yet those in the area could never shake the feeling that something…inhuman was going to come from the world beyond worlds.

That feeling proved accurate, as just as that sensation was felt throughout any in the vicinity, a blast of shadowy smoke came from the light's "source", before solidifying into a gushing micro-hurricane of madness. Whilst it made no leaps beyond its initial position, just the thought of touching such a storm would never approach even the most blind of fools, never mind the screeching sound that vibrated across the earth itself, making no efforts to disguise its otherworldly, overpowering intent. For a normal man, the sights upon their senses would only allow one phrase to truly describe what they saw that day:

It was the sound of the devil itself.

Yet from beyond that darkness, the light brighter than a thousand suns seems to return & cut through the center of the mass like a holy blade, making itself known by the booming sounds that echo that of a massive army cheering, unified under a single prospect. It is a beautiful sight, one as majestic as it is inspiring, yet, most importantly, it does not overpower the darkness, nor does the darkness try to overpower it.

Instead, it is almost as if the lights are bonding together, splitting the area where a servant would normally be into a parallel screen of black & white. Like the Chinese Yin-Yang symbol, the two sublime sights merge together, the devilish screams & roaring crowd fusing together to create something that should be impossible, or, at the very least, humanely undecipherable, but instead harmonizes into this paradoxically unified state, before dissipating into a glow that revealed the man behind the curtains.

“What a wonderful moment this is, you who we call Master. We have come in response to your summons as a Foreigner class servant. May we work together to bring about the future humanity deserves!”

The man calling himself Foreigner declared boldly & firmly, accompanied by a polite bow, as if he had been waiting for his moment for millennia.

Send me as a reserve.

• Neku Sakuraba (5)

• Meta Liberation Army Arc Tomura Shigaraki (3)

• Decent Teamwork (5)
• Deadpool's Healing Factor (5 - Apply to Neku)
• 1 Hour of prep (2)

Foreigner: The Blind Alien King

Personality:

If there was ever a single word to describe Foreigner, the only appropriate choice would be "ambition". Bombastic & forthright with what he wants, he is a man with an inhuman thirst for his ideals for humanity, and will use anything & everything in his disposal in order to achieve such lofty goals, even if they paint him in a questionable light. Those who make a contract with him may be rewarded with great pathos & will, but they must also be prepared to snap Foreigner back into position should they desire to control him through dominance.

However, whilst he is capable of physical combat should the situation call for it, Foreigner is a man who would prefer to discuss & compromise with the “enemy” in a way that would benefit both sides. As such, whilst he might speak in boisterous tones, should Foreigner find themselves in a contract with an admirable (by his standards) Master, he is likely to treat them less like a superior & more akin to a brother in arms.

Above all else, the one defining aspect about Foreigner is his ironclad will. No matter how dire the situation or impossible the task, his boundless faith in not just himself, but humanity as a whole’s ability to evolve & overcome any challenge thrown their way, makes him both a powerful ally, and a foe who, despite having no eyes to show, would feel as if they are gazing straight into the very core of your essence.

Everything in the name of humanity.

All the while, a small, yet notable visage can be seen from his shadow, undetectable by both magecraft & scientific acoustics yet visible to those in its presence. Its ominous eyes & closed mouth remain ever-present in the depths of darkness, yet they do not speak nor do they act. All they can do is observe both humanity & Foreigner's actions, seemingly judging their value like an all-seeing God.

• “Servant, Foreigner. I have answered your summons in the name of humanity. So then, what has become of us since my time has gone?”
• “I see, how fascinating! What a marvelous feat of human ingenuity indeed!”
• “You would be a fool to underestimate us mortals, Vampire. Don’t be surprised if before you know it, we’ve taken hold of some of your perks. If you sided with us, perhaps we could have made this better for both of our sides.”

Parameters & Skills:

Class Skills:

• Envoy Of The Abyss A: The skill that defines Foreigner’s reason for his class. In life, despite being an avid follower of God, he had no true ties to any divine bloodline or lineage. However, upon meeting an Outer God, Foreigner made a pact with it; not one of domination or control, but a gamble. It was a matter of proving humanities’ worth, not as food, but as a power equally capable of overcoming worlds. His summoning as a Foreigner class Servant being the true test of just how much stock this abhorrent beast was willing to put into Humanity, and whether or not this gambit will leave Foreigner in an endless spiral of despair.

• Territory Infringement B: Foreigner was never one to stay seated for very long. Across his entire history, he found himself away from home much more often than he was within it, much to the dismay of his people. Nevertheless, Foreigner both enjoyed the travels, as well as believed in the power of unification, and thus did not stop in spite of the allegations of abandonment, worming his way into all kinds of foreign politics.

• Mystic Eyes of Otherworldly Judgement B: As a blind man in his final days, these specialised Mystic Eyes were given by the Outer God in the name of convenience, as well as a better perspective on the human race through Foreigner’s own eyes. They give him an incredible boost of vision, though should Foreigner have not turned blind, the mixture of human & outer God vision would've likely made this an EX ranked skill, on par with the greatest of Jewel ranked Noble Colour. It’s also worth mentioning that, despite these new eyes, their otherworldly origins means that Foreigner is still visibly blind to the naked eye (though even the most basic of magical awareness can bypass this), so he wears a blindfold to keep up better appearances.

Personal Skills:

• Tactics C: The times that Foreigner ruled were tumultuous ones, both in the worlds of politics & the times when war came about. As per the requirements of a just king, he was no stranger in either fields, even gaining the status of Prince Elector amongst the way, but he was no fool. For all his bravado & political skills, he knows better than anyone that he wouldn’t have made it remotely this far without the support of his father & many more, and it would be no different in this new life. Whether they be friends of old or brand new faces, a king is nothing without comrades to stand alongside.

• Alienating Charisma B-: During his reign, Foreigner received much ire for his decision makings, both in & outside the political landscape. Those who disapproved of his actions began to loathe him, even nicknaming him “Alien King” after his seeming disinterest in his own people. Yet at the same time, there were still those unflinchingly loyal to him, even going so far as to, when he asked to charge into battle, they gladly tied his horse cart onto their own & led the blind man into battle they knew they wouldn’t come back from. For that, Foreigner is thankful in a way no land or power could ever be equivalent to.

• Protection of Faith (Ideals) EX: Some may say that Foreigner’s death was one for the greatest of fools. A pointless, predictable death that could have easily been avoided & produced nothing but the anti-climatic end to an ambitious dream. Yet, even in the face of that inevitability, it is said that Foreigner was a brave, heroic knight until the very end. It doesn't matter the odds or reasonability; Foreigner’s faith will not be shaken, even in the face of the gods themselves. If he shall be deemed a monster, then so be it. If he is to be cast down to the depths of hell for his greed, then so be it. The spirit of this king scant be broken, for that is the true mark of humanities’ greatness.

Noble Phantasm:

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