The Crossing ((open RP))

Kings Row, Rooftop

Though not the most visible through her narrowed eyes, Mirel’s eyes were miniature storm oceans as she glared at the officer.

“Because clearly everything that’s transpired today has been our fault hasn’t it? It’s not like we’ve done our best to fight this endless cavalcade of strange opponents that seem to have decided to throw themselves at us.”

She started to pace back and forth, arms folded to her chest, as she sloshed angrily through the water logged roof.

“And the last time I helped you people I wound up being attempted to be arrested for some reason! Are you going to be doing that again? This has to be the worst city I have ever been to, you beat a metal behemoth, they try to attack you, you stop madmen and demons, they try to arrest you”

The angry Dynast changed her course to march right up to the officer.

“Now, since I for one have had enough of playing by your cities stupidly contradictory rules, we’re going to do things my way, you are going to call your people, arrange for your finest diplomatic suites, and then all of us are going to relax in them while you bring us a trained diplomat for us to talk to, we clear on that?”

Ethan stood , his helmet blocked his face from sight , and the still form of the Winterized T-51b Power armor dripped water. He slowly took in the unfolding events , and now the danger had passed, he gave a power armoured shrug, returned his knife to his belt and move across to Ildela and checked her wounds.

His voice was a hiss as he spoke “ yous alrigths ? “

"Give up it is, then," the swordsman mused, the blades disappearing about his person once more. He straightened up, his smile and features suddenly losing their manic edge and his entire stance seeming a lot more natural.

"As fer worlds, some of us just arrived. I dinae what else's been going on t'night, but I'm afraid ye're going to have to lay this at the feet o' someone else," he added to the younger Mulligan, before walking to the edge of the rooftop and standing with his hands folded behind his back. "Hmm. Beautiful night out... Shame about those glowing wall-things..."

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Independence Port;

The cops and Protectors fled...except for the Blaster. Caught off guard, the icey blast didn't freeze him solid, due to the firey nature of his powers, but it was enough to drag him to the ground again, slogging onward as his armour struggled between frost and flame.

Silver, who until now had been resigned to watching the fight from the sidelines, took the opportunity to act now; the Autobot transformed and sped towards the human, transforming back to pounce on him.
"Gotcha," he muttered, trying to calculate the force needed to knock a humanod out without injuring them. The point was moot, as the warring of fire and frost combined with the sudden squash and scooping up had been enough to drain the last of the Protectors energy reserves.

With a shrug, Silver transformed again, the human restrained in an internal compartment as he sped away, preventing the one lead they might have to what was happening from being eaten by a ravening monster, and also trying to track down just where everyone else had gone...

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Independence Port

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Originally Posted by Omega_Chief So it was that the raging Lusca almost instantly grew calm, and steadily slipped off the quayside and with quite the thunderous splash returned to its watery home, to lurk on the bottom until called for, or at least that’s what Mirel hoped would happen.

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Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha With a shrug, Silver transformed again, the human restrained in an internal compartment as he sped away, preventing the one lead they might have to what was happening from being eaten by a ravening monster, and also trying to track down just where everyone else had gone...

One part of 'everyone else' wasn't hard to find. From the salty slime Lusca had left behind arose an armorsuited Esertosian with a groggly grumble, a hand still clutched around the sleeve of the SWAT officer who'd been buried under a good few tons of octopus when Lusca had come down on them. The man was of course squashed flat, little more than a gooey, lifeless corpse, but the crewman of the GONAROV didn't really care that much. He'd never wanted the man. Just what he carried.

His communications unit.

Tucking the little device into a leg pocket of his slimed and squashed Kazbek, the armored alien gradually swayed toward the side of the wharf, below which he knew his Cerosian comrade already waiting. If Quicksilver caught him sometime between now and when he jumped in the water, he'd offer to bring the Cybertronian along to 'headquarters'. If not however, he certainly wasn't going to follow the mechanoid. He was tired, in pain, and right now desired little more than a shower and several long hours of sleep...
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Kings Row

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Originally Posted by Pious Too upset to even listen, the young man quietly turned and walked away.

Sarkh for one didn't try to stop him. He didn't involve himself in the argument that flared up either. Instead, he wordlessly dismissed both the portal to Independence Port and the gathering lightning storm overhead, then stepped over the gap between the buildings with his forelegs to get himself closer to the gathered individuals.

The steamy mist likewise began to dissipate into the air, but not before a stream of it enveloped the burnt Ildela, working to oxygenate the air about her. The result wasn't as drastically obvious as the gifts of healing that some truly specialized supers of this city could bestow, but it did curb the pain and gave her recovery a not insignificant boost. If she rose no objections, the process would repeat several times over the next few minutes, returning her a little more vitality with each passing.

What the dragon seemed truly attentive toward, however, was the same body of Detective Dean Doyle which the woman Derek called the Outsider moved to examine. He brought his head close, drawing in the man's lingering scent, then let the hot air of his nostrils wash over the charred remains.

And then he smiled.

"You may want to stand back." he told the Outsider, his rumbling tone sounding gentle and knowing, "You don't want to end up with a constant voice in your head..."
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Eden

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Originally Posted by _Fea_ "Your dress is very pretty, Captain. Do you know if I could get something similar on this world?"

"Thank you." Oxana replied with a small, gentle smile to Ineloo, then glanced over to Kri while she told the halfling, "But that's a question I think you'd better ask its maker."

"And yes, things here seem to be counterintuitive regarding that." she huffed with a look to a nearby screen of text, "We've been analyzing their system of law, and it's...rather strange in some places. However, it also allows our electronic warfare division to get things done quite quickly."

At this, a nearby officer handed the Captain a touchpad, which she passed on to Ineloo, the display of the device showing the partially filled-out lines of a hero registration form.

"I had them write in what they could." the Tsaiv explained, "Mostly sensor data. You'll notice the timestamp marks this document as completed a short time after your arrival in this world, specifically before that catastrophe. This means if anyone ever does place you there, all documentation about you will show you were a legally registered hero at the time, with all rights and privileges necessary to enforce what they call the Citizen Crime Fighting Act."

She spent a few minutes explaining exactly what that was and what it entailed, as well as informing Ineloo where she could get more detailed information if she wished, then indicated the registration form again, "All you need to do is check this and make changes where you need or desire. Yes, I mean any at all. Synchronaut Sarkh requested explicitly of me to tell you that although the current name there was his idea, he will take no offense if you choose to change it."

A finger of the Captain's viridian hand pointed to the indicated field, where in the little box below the label 'hero name', a word had been written.

It read 'Moonbow'...

As an active lifesign blipped up on Silver's sensors after the recent chaos had somewhat over-laoded them with unknown data, he slowed, spun and drove back to pull up alongside the alien crewman.

"Well...that went...uh...interesting?" he hazarded. "I grabbed one of the guys who tried to leg it. You, uh...got any plans? Or are we kinda in the deep soup right about now?"

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Kings Row

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Originally Posted by Crazy_Dragon "I doubt either of us can bring him back, not that he'd want to be back in this state, but I wonder if I can get magic fingerprints in this world?"

The dragon's large amber eye regarded the woman curiously as she spoke those words, and he had to admit that this was one of the rare occasions when he wasn't quite sure what to make of someone.

"Magic...fingerprints?" Sarkh thus queried of her, the 'does not compute' quite audible even in the deep rumble that was his voice, "What do you intend to do with magic fingerprints...?"
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Independence Port

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Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha "Well...that went...uh...interesting?" he hazarded. "I grabbed one of the guys who tried to leg it. You, uh...got any plans? Or are we kinda in the deep soup right about now?"

"Mmmh..." returned the electronic warble of the armor's speaker system, its wearer unable to stifle a light chuckle, "Soup would be good. Very good. But first I need to bring this to the ship."

He patted the pocket into which he'd slipped the communications unit with those words, then wanted to know, "Would you take me there? I'll give you directions..."

Ildela stood very still, almost in shock as quite suddenly all hell seemed to break loose as everyone present aside from her acted at once and several others showed up besides. Most of whom she recognised as being among those who'd been pulled here from other dimensions. Let's see... Her alternate self and two others appeared through some sort of teleport. The crazy fire man tried to attack again and promptly had half an ocean plus one very surprised fish and after a slight delay a similarly surprised Mirel dropped on him, by a dragon of all things. Fire guy ran off and apparently teleported to Atlas Park of all places, as told by the policeman who arrived just after him. Even the guy she'd been talking to in the D showed up, suddenly clad in ******* power armor as if that was perfectly normal. Which in Paragon it was, but in his dimension slightly less so.

Regardless, she brushed his attempts at checking her condition off. "Don't worry, it looks worse than it is", she assured him, before the aforementioned dragon took it upon himself to give her some sort of healing effect. "Thanks, I think", she told him, still sounding a little shocked.

An air ambulance arrived and proceeded to land behind the arguing heroes. Paramedics poured out, heads bowed low with a stretcher and body bag for the dead Detective. James Mulligan heard the man talking about discrimination and the angry lady asking for diplomatic accommodation. He didn't care. It wasn't his problem. Without a second glance, he left the scene with the rest of his squad. The yet unregistered refugees were now completely on their own.

Kings Row, Rooftop
Mirel watched the officer depart, still glaring at him, before turning to face the Outsider.

“You know, if they did take the guy alive, I know a few charms that can help us answer those questions, even if you turn up nothing here with this, assuming you’d accept my help that is.”

She sighed before looking out at everyone else.

“I don’t suppose anyone else has a nice place we could go to until then? I need some rest and relaxation after all that”

Still fully clad in his Winterized T-51b Power armor, the helmet making his voice very distorted, Ethan raised an arma nd pointed to the mildly toasted Truck

" That there D place is kinda sweet, and the drinks come fast and frequent.."

Having encounter town lawkeepers before Ethan hough staying insidehis armour was the best thing for now, no point in being remembered later on...

Kings Row

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Originally Posted by Pious An air ambulance arrived and proceeded to land behind the arguing heroes. Paramedics poured out, heads bowed low with a stretcher and body bag for the dead Detective.

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Originally Posted by Crazy_Dragon "If I can get one here, I'm hoping I can match our raging fireball's fingerprint to similar ones if and when they show up around the city and hopefully get an idea as to what these poor souls are likely to be dealing with here. I mean, is this just a small cult or is the city facing a large army of these nutters?"

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Originally Posted by Omega_Chief “I don’t suppose anyone else has a nice place we could go to until then? I need some rest and relaxation after all that”

"Assensing." the realization visibly dawned upon Sarkh, and he smiled to the Outsider once more before looking to Mirel, "Patience, little one. One thing at a time."

The Synchronaut's smile quickly vanished upon the approach of the paramedics however, the dragon regarding them with a perturbed glance as he reached out the back of a hand to gently push them back, "What are you...? Shoo. This needs room..."

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Eden

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Originally Posted by _Fea_ "They won't be able to tell it's a forgery, right?"

Oxana couldn't help but smile at this, answering with a nonchalant, "It's not. Well, assuming you masked nothing of yourself just now. The only things that aren't fact are the timestamp and that at the time there was a temporary shortage of the combination devices heroes are issued with their registration here. You'll need to go to a city office to pick one up."

"Have you adapted enough to assist her with this?" she looked to Kri, wanting to know, "Rather, can you earthglide yet?"

"Uhm..." the lavender lizardman replied uncertainly, "I'm not sure. I haven't really tried yet, you know."

"Then do so." the Captain's expression returned to its former neutrality, "If you can, quickly take her to the office in Galaxy City. If not, take a light flyer on your way out..."

It was a good thing that his Helmet masked the look his face gave the “suits”, Ethan’s snap judgment of then was to trust them as far as he could spit underwater, they looked like the slime that gathers around power.

Letting his right hand come to rest on the flap to his large pack he took a neutral stance and kept quiet, waiting to see what Ildela did next, and, to see how the other strangers reacted. At the same time his eyes and brain catalogued the area for cover and escape routes.

Kings Row, Rooftop

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Originally Posted by Pious "Hmm? You guys interested? What's it gonna be?" He finished, with a somewhat over-friendly smile.

Well this was a surprise, for the second time in a short space of time it seemed she had been listened to, maybe there was some hope for this place after all.

“Well I for one like the sound of that” Mirel glanced around at everyone else atop the roof to see their reactions, “What does everyone else think? A nice spot of relaxation after all that? Just wait until you see what I can do with the drinks, you’ll love it”

The Dynast couldn’t help but smile, of course the whole thing sounded almost too good to be true, but it was comfy sounding enough, and if they really thought it was going to in anyway contain or help them spy on her, then the people of this city had a lot to learn about Dragonblooded.

Kings Row

Sarkh broke his stillness with a shudder of his scales, almost as if he suddenly had need to suddenly shake something off.

"You do that." he remarked as he gradually laid them back down close against his hide, sliding the palm of a hand beneath the body of Detective Doyle, then brought both the man and his upper body back to the building where his rear still resided, "I'm going to knock on the Barrier..."
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Eden

The woods before Quicksilver vanished from one moment to another, the hologram which masked the end of the long and grueling trek though the dense overgrowth that had flooded Woodvale since the attack of the Hamidon giving way to the rough, rocky ground of the unsurprisingly well-fortified clearing of the SSR campsite.

A scant few fires flickered here and there, but overall nothing served to bring much illumination to the area. It wasn't needed. The Screams that patrolled about had received that name for a reason, and if they by some remote chance missed something, the sensor spikes about the perimeter packed enough firepower to make even the most excelsior-hyped Freak think twice.

Of course, that didn't mean anyone was being careless. The Cybertronian was received by a squad in full armor, and several more stood or sat at several spots within the clearing, always in pairs so neither of them could be taken by surprise while they watched over their comrades, just as many different species as Ineloo had encountered within the transport sitting about the fires in their normal uniforms, having stowed their battle armor to eat, talk, and relax.

The transport itself was nowhere to be seen, but if Quicksilver had radar or the like, its cloak likely wouldn't hide it from his 'sights', the ship's jammers making an exception for him in their protocols. Still, the sight of an open airlock suddenly appearing in thin air was probably not something he was used to - especially when said door quickly thereafter disgorged a Tsaiv, a halfling, and a lizardman.

Kri smiled happily as his clawed feet once more touched the earth, the lavender-scaled shaman giving a final tug to the straps that now diagonally crossed his chest, adjusting the pads of hardened leather which he'd tied over his shoulders and upper arms when Ineloo and he had passed by the barracks on their way to the transport's stern airlock. The baton which the halfing knew to contain the light flyer he'd slipped into the belt of his leather 'kilt' at his left hip, almost like a short sword.

Captain Kalkartova on the other hand kept her gaze level and opaquely neutral as Quicksilver pulled up. Thanks to the mechanoid's second passenger, she was duly in the loop on what had happened and just who he had as the first. Now it was time to start putting the pieces together...

The Outsider sighed and frustratedly shoved the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. This was getting beyond silly now, she thought to herself, the idea of being stuck on a strange world where fate seemed hellbent on urinating on her bonfire and having to co-operate with the most heavy-handed band of misfits ever to grace her presence and being relatively powerless to be of any help whatsoever was beginning to get on her nerves.

Seeing that there wasn't much left for her to do here, she pushed herself back to her feet and turned to join Derek, who didn't seem all too approving of burying Doyle 'as a hero' one bit.

"This world confuses me," the wanderer whispered to his companion. "It makes no sense at all. A true hero doesn't get himself killed by his own incompetence."

"Not now, Derek." the Outsider hissed back. "Time and a place, and this sure as bloody hell isn't it, alright? Now let me deal with these guys, okay?"

Derek frowned, watching the young woman storm over to the FBSA agents.

"Alright then," she sighed, brushing her wind-blasted shadow-black hair away from her face, smiling politely as she approached. "Derek and I would like to take you up on that offer."

With no further apparent interruptions, the Synchronaut sat back on his haunches and went to work. He looked to the badly burnt body in his right palm. Crunchy. Probably would taste good with ketchup. But then this would be so much harder...even if it would be amusing to upset that pompous little human over there.

But no. The man whose remains lay in his hand had tried so very hard. He deserved another chance. Sarkh spread his wings wide and high into the air.

The air about the huge dragon suddenly crackled and popped, faint wisps of electricity sparking into and out of the darkness, sending flickers of midnight blue across the obsidian silhouette in the night. Fire set his amber eyes alight from within, then passed over his lips and into his palm, flames wrapping themselves about Detective Doyle's body like living, breathing creatures.

Sarkh's other hand came down slowly, gently, carefully damping the fire, claws forming a shielding cage of a cauldron from both above and below. And like the great phoenix, the ashes arose, fanned by the flames, light consuming the darkness, heat the cold as the dragon tried to coax the human's soul back from the realm of the spirits and into a form that burned with the same life that was his own.

It didn't always work. But sometimes, every once in a while, when the time was not right and there was still work to be done, when a spirit was still with mind but without body, and the hero yearned to fulfill the task...well, then all it took was but a simple touch.

A touch.

Of Destiny...