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#1 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@high_queen:

"Your clock is ticking"

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From the folds of empty space, a massive clock rolled into view to make a mockery of the seconds racing away from him. He glanced at it, found peace in whatever fate he'd made for himself, and answered Ishara's fury with the same cold steel blade he had once kept sheathed for so long. "As is your godhood". The flaring temper, the brewing frustration, the emotions on her sleeve, Ishara was acting less and less a High Queen - and more mortal, more human, by the day. Spinning round to give her his back, Thee Champion strode to Maya's side and his face softened.

"Take care of yourself. We'll speak soon", with a father's kiss on her forehead, he lanced out Ishara's throne room, leaving his daughter behind to wonder about the mortality of Zeon. She had killed her, and was certain of it, or at least, she had been.

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#2 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@juno_fei said:

@shawn_savage: I'm so sorry for stepping on your post D: I can edit mine if you want.

Don't worry about it! Your post doesn't conflict with mine at all :)

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#3 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@high_queen:

The Abyssal Imperium. A darkness that consumes those who dare pave the way for peace in the cosmos. It was an enemy of his son, and by proxy - his. Yet it was his nemesis that emerged from the air. Shayla. Unconscious and in stasis, she was a ghost come to haunt his every waking moment.. He had done battle with her before, and lost. Thee Champion would make no such mistake again. Because of her, his children had been forced to devote their energies to steering him from the coma she'd dropped him in. He drank in the sight of her, and surrendered to the scowl storming on his brow. He should kill her then and there. And had reason not overtaken him, he might have.

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But his mind could do nothing but pull back to the words they'd had when their battle shook the heavens. Shayla was hateful, vindictive, but not mad. Within her lay a spec of something Thee Champion had seen all too well when she kissed him and wondered aloud about the love Ziccarra had for him. Perhaps it was a something he could nurture and exploit, if she could be convinced. Though as Ishara stood from her throne, the Miracle Man swept his eyes back to her and answered the High Queen's march with defiance. Where there'd been fear in her librarians' eyes, there was only steel in his. He feared no tyrant, Universal God or not. Thee Champion watched Ishara make ash of those who served her so loyally, and the parallels between her and Nordok grew strong. As strong as the shield Maya had cast around them.

It was odd. For a father to be protected by his daughter. For so long it had been his role, but as Maya stood between a power that could snap universes like twigs, it was clear to him. Maya was far beyond him. Hers was a power in a realm of it's own. And he was proud.

"I am the least of your worries"

"You've never been the most of my worries. But perhaps you should be the most of your own", he noted. "When I first met you, you were anything but this. Now, you're ill-tempered, impulsive. Unbecoming for someone whose station is so high. But I've been told you take on the traits of those whose presence you mingle for too long in. And the Imperium's effect on you is apparent". Uncrossing his arms, Thee Champion conceded to the threat of universal destruction. "In any case, I'll find the book. And kill Zeon. This has been a long time coming".

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#4 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

That was glorious, LMAO.

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#5 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@high_queen:

Months had passed now since the Court of Courts first bathed Earth in the glow of it's celestial authority. It was a symbol, of a cosmic order to be respected, and rules to be followed. Many broke them, and few believed in them. And Thee Champion, for all his virtue and steel, did not believe in them either. Yet every waking moment his mind pulled back to thoughts of the High Queen and the divine judgment she had come to pass, Thee Champion wondered if it was the last he'd ever see of freedom. As he lanced through the skies of New York, glancing at rows of skyscrapers that dared graze the clouds, he imagined it no longer mattered. A force beyond his measure had called for him, and he answered.

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He soared till the doors to a house of gods higher than him parted open. Thee Champion slowed his glide, and his scarlet cape spread wide like an eagle's wings braced for landing. Inside, the Miracle Man walked, striding through a library with books that smelled of years Earth was too young to know. Passing his gaze over the books around him, the steel in his eyes gave way to a glint of curiosity. Yet as he sensed his daughter's presence nearby, it faded as quickly as it had come. Looking ahead to the spiraling staircase he knew led to the High Queen's throne room, Thee Champion strode on. Climbing the steps to a place seen by few, billions and trillions of thoughts raced through the Miracle Man's mind. But his expression betrayed nothing.

He was strong and held a commander's calm.

So as he pushed open the doors to Ishara's throne room, he did so with neither fear nor hesitation. His shoulders stood broad, his back straight and regal, and his chest wide and strong. He felt the stares of librarians too struck by fear to speak in the presence of their queen. He ignored them all. Instead, his eyes fell first on Maya, his daughter. The strength and certainty she radiated thickened the air. She'd long become a master of her powers and a scholar of all things cosmic. Thee Champion smiled, genuinely. He was proud. Yet as his eyes swept to Ishara and the throne she sat on, his smile receded.

"High Queen Ishara", he greeted, with a nod instead of a bow. Yet the longer his gaze held her, the more Thee Champion saw the lines of stress on a face so beauteous and otherworldly it glowed. The face of a cosmic goddess looked human. "The tension in the air, your librarians too frightened to speak, and the anger in your eyes", he noted, stepping forward, "I was led to believe universal gods were above such things. Emotion, I mean. Yet, here I am and there you are". Pausing as though to allow his words to sit in her mind and ease even a modicum of her stress with reason, Thee Champion spoke on.

"Something's happened".

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#6 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@maya_liafador: @tassiana_pettis:

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It seemed that fate had made Tassiana and Maya heralds of a universal constant in Thee Champion's life. That above his head, no dark cloud would loom so long as his daughters strode by his side. He - an immortal - would drift through time, watching cities turn to dust, oceans evaporate, and cultures dwindle. And all that would remain at the end of ends when the suns froze over, would be his memory. Not of heroics nor feats. But his children. His first and second born. Pulling his mind and eyes back to the gardens of his villa, Thee Champion turned round to meet eyes with his firstborn, Maya. He smiled. She wore a mask, cape and gloves. And the belt in her grip curled like the bullwhip his late wife had made famous in battle.

"Proton Girl", the Miracle Man paused, eyes glancing at the rose by the playhouse's foot. "My arch-nemesis. But I didn't come here alone. Star, deadly licks of doom on her!", he pointed, watching Star race through the garden to pounce on Maya. And as the family dog licked a storm on Maya's face, the Miracle Man caught the sapphire glow of Tassiana's energy bubble as it glided him by to shield the rose. "Sapphire Goddess", he said, parroting a supervillain's over-the-top sneer, "My other arch-nemesis". The sneer however, turned to faux panic and widened eyes at the sharp swing of Tassiana's wooden sword. "The legendary Sapphire Sword, my only weakness... how did you know?", he asked, eyes shifting from the rose to Tassiana - then the playhouse.

"You may have saved the mayor, Sapphire Goddess. But Star's deadly licks of doom are about to leave Proton Girl down for the count. So choose. Save the mayor or your friend. Or", Thee Champion turned round, grabbing the playhouse by the sides and shaking it ever so slightly, "The city".

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#7 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@maya_liafador: @tassiana_pettis:

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Like a sweeping wind, Maya dashed away to fetch her sister. And for the moment his firstborn roamed the house in search of Tassiana, Thee Champion's gaze rose up to the Sun. He'd promised Tassiana he'd take her to see it. And as the sunlight dawned on him, he resolved to take Maya as well. It was only right that both his daughters see - truly - the cosmic glow from which he came. There, for the precious seconds that he thought of showing his daughters the stars, Thee Champion smiled. Quickly, his ears caught the sound of dog paws rustling through the grass, and in the distance he saw Tassiana's faithful companion, Star. The wag of his tail, the spring in his steps, the Miracle Man saw it all.

And the thought that Star would one day surrender to the tyranny of time and be buried in his yard while Tassiana wept - haunted him. "My wife never liked you", he recalled, glancing down at Star before kneeling down to scratch him behind the ear. "But look at you. You've become a real member of this family, and the only constant in my daughter's life. You're the best good boy I've ever known". Face soft, and his smile softer still, the Miracle Man gave Star his word, "I'll never let you grow old to suffer and die". It was a promise. By decree of Thee Champion's otherworldly science, Star would live in the prime of his years for as long as Tassiana did. Rising back to his feet, the Miracle Man caught Tassiana's scream, and glanced at his daughters in the distance. Maya was a loner, more at peace in her own thoughts and the world her mind created.

She found solace in Zisabella, a not-so imaginary friend she didn't recognize as her own mother, and Thee Champion couldn't see. But when Maya strode by Tassiana's side, her spirit was always aglow. He took the moment in for the split-second he needed, then fell into his role. He was the "monster", and Star his partner in crime. "Oh no, it's the heroes. Star, Keep them busy so I can", he paused, looking over to the playhouse, "Eat the city!". Slowly stomping his way to the playhouse like a giant come to demolish a town, Thee Champion glanced at a single rose by the playhouse's ladder and an idea came to him, "The mayor! Where are the brave heroes to save her?". Often, the Miracle Man was on the other side of the world saving lives or in the cosmos turning back alien invaders.

To have a day, just one, wherein his greatest responsibility was a play-date with his young daughters, meant everything to him.

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#8 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@tassiana_pettis: @maya_liafador:

"I was talking to Zisabella, she's floating right beside you"

The moment was fleeting, a second in lifespan, but it was there for those quick enough to witness. The name drew a reaction, a subtle warm that softened his gaze for no more than a heartbeat. Zisabella, he echoed in thought, Z-Isabella. Isabella, Z's middle name. This, Thee Champion believed, was no coincidence but a daughter longing for her mother. The name, he imagined, she drew from his consciousness during her time there. Shoving the thought aside, he smiled, his cape flowing in the wind as he turned to face Zisabella. Indulging in his daughter's fantasies was the least any father could do. "Well, now I guess she's right in front of me. She seems nice".

Pulling his attention back his daughter's way, a laugh flowed out his throat, gentle and warm as only his daughters could make him. "Tassi and I will both play with you. I'll be the monster, and you and Tassi will be the heroes who have to keep me from getting to the city, your playhouse". Plucking Maya back into his arms, his feet lifted from ground and the air became his domain. "But first, daddy will tell you a story. To inspire you to be a good hero when you save the playhouse. The story is about the only hero daddy has ever idolized. Her life wasn't easy. When she was a little girl, she was left alone, scared in another city. Life would not become an easier for her. But she found her way back home, her courage guided her. From here", he paused, tapping his daughter's heart.

"She traveled the world, learned many things, did many things and walked every mile until she was back in her city with a dream. And she gave her heart and soul for her country. Made it a safe haven, protected it from it's enemies. And her own people hated her for it. They couldn't forgive the mistakes of her past. They cursed her name, compared her to monsters. But she never left them. She never stopped fighting for them. They never thanked her. And even at her lowest point when she lost her strength, she never lost her will. Her daughter hated her. Her cousin hated her. The world hated her. But she still fought for them. Even daddy would have given up in her position. But she didn't".

"Right to the very end. Her will is stronger than mine. Because while her family's love made her strong, the world's hate made her unstoppable". Maya need not know the hero's name, it would only sour her mood. She need only Thee Champion's tale of his late wife - her mother. "Now", he smiled, setting her on the grass, "Go get your sister. Hurry, before the big monster destroys the city".

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#9 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@maya_summers:

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The confusion masking her face was not lost on him, and as the Sun thundered and glowed behind them, he smiled. "Sorry, it's easy to get lost in my own head and words when I'm here. This is where I was born, it's... difficult to not get poetic. In any case", his smile faded, the steel returning to his eyes, "You're right. The world doesn't need more heroes. It needs better ones. Heroes with the strength of character to be decisive when they need to be. Heroes that aren't weak willed men and women who cling stubbornly to values of inaction while evil triumphs and makes a mockery of their rigid pacifism". Glancing back over his shoulder, Thee Champion gazed a final time into the place of his birth - the Sun.

Waves of light crashed against his eyes, and his heart surrendered to the purity of it all. The resolve sat heavy in his eyes. Come time for the Sun to breathe it's final breath, Thee Champion'd return to this place to die with the place of his birth. By then, his deed in man's world will have been done. "I look forward to working with you. Let's meet again by the end of the week, I'll hand you the Lavaliere for you to protect. For now, New York's in shambles and I need to be there. But if my granddaughter's parents come for her, I'll be there to take care of it". Offering her his hand, the Miracle Man'd bid his farewell to the stars and return Maya to the Academy en route to New York.

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#10 Posted by Thee_Champion (6612 posts) - - Show Bio

@maya_liafador:

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Thee Champion was not human. He was born in the heart of the Sun, by the decree of chaotic entropic fluctuations. He was a Miracle Man, a god. Yet he'd lived the better part of his life as anything but. He'd walked among man, followed their laws, respected their values, and even married. Now, he hovered above ground as a symbol of divine regality as much as power. The scarlet strobe of his cape was like a ray of sunlight, and he lived the life he should have - as a distant protector from beyond. But as he drifted past the clouds, arms crossed over his chest as he passed his gaze over both his daughters, Tassiana inside the house, and Maya outside, his steel features softened. He smiled.

His daughters were the precious elements from his life before. He embraced them. He was a father first and god second. Descending from the heavens like an angel to a prayer, the Miracle Man landed on the lush grass of his home and caught his firstborn - Maya - in conversation with what he could only assume was an imaginary friend. Only his children could draw the warmth from the little humanity he had left. "I'm going to eat you up!", he smiled, plucking Maya from the playhouse's ladder and into his arms. Peppering his daughter's face with kisses, Alexis returned her to the playhouse's ladder, "Who're you talking to, baby? Daddy doesn't see anyone here", he asked, sweeping his gaze through the villa to catch only the Mazoi androids patrolling the gardens.

"Don't you want to play with your sister? Or do you like having time alone?".