"One Universe" RPG thread.

[twylight]

"Now we finish freeing these people from their curse. There is still one more location we must visit to finish ridding the world of this undead plague", said Druid as he watched the sky light up as though the sun itself had come down to the Earth. They were witnessing the godblast of the Odinson, and though it was hundreds of miles away the ground still shook slightly Austria.

"We must hurry, Zatanna", stated Druid as he opened another portal, "I fear time may be running out for this planet."

Anthony Druid quickly stepped into the portal and disappeared.

I look at the bright light flash in the sky...what the heck is going on...and was he starting with that end of the world stuff again?

And we step into a lower level of hell. More zombies. I frown, what is that red streak?

I hold my hands up.


“'S'eibomz pots”

 

[wiegeabo]

I'm like a blurry force of nature. A red streak dashing in and out of a mob of undead souls. I dare not use the amulet and weaken myself for little gain. So I had started with my staff, knocking back zombies and turning a number to dust. It didn't do much good though. So it wasn't long before I switched to an attack that had been effective in buying me time.

For the last few minutes I've been creating whirlwinds with my arms. And it's worked very well. Dashing from area to area I'm blowing away vast numbers of zombies. Dozens at a time fly back into the main group, knocking even more over. It's not killing very many of them, but it's slowing them down. The problem is that while I blockade a couple of thousand, several thousand more flank me, and the rest go on their merry way. So I move around, knocking around all the groups I can. But my arms are starting to get tired.

Stop complaining Jay and just keep pushing. Something's bound to happen. I dash in to stop another group when I'm grabbed from behind. Damn! Wasn't paying attention. I slam my helmet into the zombies face, then flip him over my shoulder into a couple of others. But this buys them enough time to get to me. As I fight for my life, my red fists fly, and so do the zombies.

But I take a few hits, and one nasty backhand to my face sends me flying to the ground hard. I tumble for a bit before stopping. Groggily I sit up and touch my face. Blood covers my hand from a nasty gash on my head. Must have hit a rock. I look up and squint through double-vision to see a horde walking after me.

I start clawing backwards away from them. My accelerated healing has kicked in, but I'm still so woosy. Must get back, must get back. I think about the amulet as I crawl wildly, but it would probably drain me and the zombies would catch me before being dusted.

Damn, they'll almost on me! I'm not going down like this! I reach back and grab whatever I can. My hand is full of pebbles which I sling at the zombies. Normally, that would be desperation. But with a superspeed boost, pebbles turn into projectiles. The rocks tear through undead flesh easily, but hardly slow them down. A few of the pebbles rip through some heads, turning those zombies to dust...turning those zombies...to dust?

Their brains! Damage the brain and they fall! Good Lord, I really am in a bad horror movie. I reach back for another group of rocks, but I don't sling them this time. I roll back to gain some distance and throw each rock with precision right into their heads. Each zombie turns to dust with each rock. Sometimes I get two with one shot as a rock passes through one head into another, and sometimes another.

I'm not going to stop the entire army this way, but I do stop the group that had broken off to get me. A few hundred more down, ninety thousand left. My arms and legs ache. My head throbs. I just want to lay down and sleep. Let all the troubles pass by me. No...NO!!!

I take off running, in the opposite direction. Then I stop and look back at the mob in the distance. I take off right for them, building speed. Faster and faster. Need to time this just right. I take out my staff and hold it infront of me. I get closer and closer, than I'm in the crowd, driving towards the middle. And right as I reach the center of the mob, it happens. I create a sonic boom and the center of the mob is blown away. A few thousand are turned to dust, while thousands of others crash into more zombies. They fall like dominoes.

I bend over to take a moment and catch my breath, but that's all the creatures need to get up and surround me. My staff swings are almost invisible as I try to keep myself alive from gnashing teeth and strong hands. I saw this movie once (what was the name?) where a guy with a staff was fighting off a few dozen super powerful duplicates knowing that if they get him, they could rip him apart. I wish I was as lucky as that guy.


I take a hit to the nose that knocks me over. I get up and use a vortex to buy myself some room. Then the zombies start ganging up on all sides. It looks like I've finally ticked them off because they've all turned to come after me. Good for Paris, bad for me. I stand there, blood pouring from my lip and cheek, staff in hand, breathing heavily. I grab the amulet. They might get me, but I'll take all of them out I can.

Then it happens. I pull back my staff...and it all freezes. All noise stops. All the undead souls become motionless. I look around, slowly taking it in. They've all just...stopped.

"Riiiiight..."

 

[Midnight Ice]

IC: Daredevil

Damnit, Fisk isn't gonna stay down for much longer. Trust Bullseye to pull off such perfect timing. We have to get him as far away from Fisk as possible. "Meet me at the bottom." I call to Cap. He gives a confused expression as I dive towards Bullseye. I connect with his waist and send us through the window.

We trade punches in the air and all the while Bullseye is smiling. He's enjoying this battle, anticipating killing me, and the way I'm looking at the moment, that won't be long. We both slams onto the top of a car, my backs on fire as I roll off.

***

Looks like Red's taken a pretty bad beating. Man I'm enjoying this. This is what being alive is all about. I flip onto my feet and kick the Devil in the face. He grabs some of the car wreckage and flings it into my face. Hurts like hell, but I've had worse.

I grab thousands of shards of glass and pile them up on my hand, unleashing them onto the devil one by one. He moves fast, a challenging target, I like that. Infact, I'm rather fond of this Devil guy, causing him trouble's a lot of fun. 3 shards connect with his leg, another with his back.

He stumbles over. He can barely move, time to finish him off. I raise my foot above his head and stamp down onto him until he's unconcious. Its funny really, how much enjoyment I'm getting out of this. I look at him lying lifeless on the floor.

I could kill him now... but I have my pride. I'm not gonna settle for second best. "Lucky Devil... I ain't the kind to kick someone while he's down... unless I'm being paid to." Just the Captain left, then I can haul Fisk's fat ass out of here.

Ass soon as Bullseye turns around, he is met by my foot. He falls back onto his back, and slides on the hood and off the other side of the car. I see The Devil on top of the car, beaten and bloody.

Where is Lex? He needs to see what is happening, all because he made Fisk an enemy.

I take The Devil off of the car and gently aly him on the ground.

I can't let him get injured any more, he has done his part. Now its time to do mine.

I turn around to see Bullseye stand up from behind the smashed car."Just do yourself a favor and stop now."

 

[Electro UK]

Ass soon as Bullseye turns around, he is met by my foot. He falls back onto his back, and slides on the hood and off the other side of the car. I see The Devil on top of the car, beaten and bloody.

Where is Lex? He needs to see what is happening, all because he made Fisk an enemy.

I take The Devil off of the car and gently aly him on the ground.

I can't let him get injured any more, he has done his part. Now its time to do mine.

I turn around to see Bullseye stand up from behind the smashed car."Just do yourself a favor and stop now."

OOC: Decided to writer Bullseye another way, makes it less confusing

"Please." Bullseye sighed wiping the blood away from my nose. "Do myself a favour? The only favour I'm gonna do myself here pal is killing you and cashing in my check with the big guy." He grabbed a sai from his leg pocket and dived at Cap. "Time to die, pretty boy!"

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I look at the bright light flash in the sky...what the heck is going on...and was he starting with that end of the world stuff again?

And we step into a lower level of hell. More zombies. I frown, what is that red streak?

I hold my hands up.


“'S'eibomz pots”

"Excellently done, Zatanna", exclaims Druid with a nod, "you've assimilated yourself to The Art most impressively."

"Now, like you did before", said Druid as he stood back to take in the whole scene, "sends these poor souls to their rest. And without my help this time."

 

[twylight]

This is a far larger crowd than I've ever done. Hundred and hundreds of zombies.

And each one used to be human. Everything strikes me at once. How far away from home I am, how abnormal this all is. I feel like I'm in a dream.

Focus, just focus..I take a breath and focus on the words.

"Tser ni eceap"

The stilled zombies seem to shatter into dust before freezing in mid air, clouds of grayish ash.

OH, my other spell.

"Emuser"

The dust fell to the ground in large puffs, the remander taking to the air.

I sit down hard, My head in my hands. I'm so tired...Why me? I only just learned how to get a plant to grow. Now I'm turning hundreds of zombies into dust.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

This is a far larger crowd than I've ever done. Hundred and hundreds of zombies.

And each one used to be human. Everything strikes me at once. How far away from home I am, how abnormal this all is. I feel like I'm in a dream.

Focus, just focus..I take a breath and focus on the words.

"Tser ni eceap"

Druid's eyes beamed with pride as his young pupil, once again, succeeded in destroying the final mass of undead that has plagued Europe for almost a week.

Soon all the zombies were nothing but dust blowing in the wind.

"Very good, Zatanna. You're father would be proud of you."

 

[wiegeabo]

I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Well, not always. This time, I don't even think about it. With the zombies frozen the way they are, I lash out.

I tuck the amulet away and, swinging my staff, using fists, and any projectile rocks I find, I start wiping out as many as I can. It's so much easier when they're not fighting back. In just a handfull of seconds I've taken out a couple of hundred. Even with ninety thousand to go, I'll be done in no time at this rate.

Then there is a shudder. I stop for a moment, preparing for the worst. And...they all turn to dust. In one giant explosion of silence, the entire mass just collapses. The air is thick with remains. Did I do that? I think about the amulet and the number of times I used it. This doesn't make any sense.

When the dust begins to settle, I see two forms appear. I ready myself for more zombies, until I see it's an older distinguished man, and a young lady. Now what are they doing here? And who are they?

 

[Keyser Soze]

“Okay, first of all, What do you mean by "Yuck", the Olsen Twins don't mind.

"Second of all, I really need to pee."

"Well, go ahead and pee. Nobody's stopping you."

Lex Luthor didn't have time for games. He casually took out a knife from the suitcase and stuck it in Deadpool's thigh. He twisted it to add to the pain.

"As I said, I don't need you to tell me anything. I'll leave my scientists to run some tests of their own."

Lex Luthor pressed a button beside the door. A few moments later, it opened, and a large, balding man in a labcoat entered the room.

"Nathanson, start cutting him up."

Lex Luthor smiled at Deadpool as he walked out the door, letting it close behind him.

 

[Watchman]

Roger Hayden ran through woods away from the jail and guards and with him a secret.

"See Roger its in my apartment as we speak"

"What's that Charile?" asked Roger

"The Medusa Mask" he got down from his bunk "This mask has some kinda magic in it make you control people's emotion. I could have been something if I used it but those..."

"Charile what the hell are you talking about?" Charles Halstead, the original Psycho Pirate, grabbed Roger's arm.

"I'm giving it to you continue what I started. Once you get out of here get the mask and..." he hands him a piece of paper with an address on it and falls over. Roger runs over to the cell door.

"Hey guard somebody help!" he screams. A guard runs over and see the man on the floor he opens the door and kneels down at looks back at Roger.

"He's..dead"

Later it was time all the prisoners were in the yard. Although this time in was going to end bloody. Two rivial gangs started to fight and soon the whole prison yard was engulfed in violence. This was his chance to escape. He found himself an opening and was on the outside. He looks down at the piece of paper and notices that it's in the city, Metropolis.

He has been on the run for hours but he has made it to the Suicide Slums and finally stumbled across the apartment. He broke in and made his way to Charile's room. Inside there wasn't much but a bed, a desk, and a weird costume. He walks over and opens the box. Inside is a golden mask.

He picks up the mask and puts it on. He starts to feel funny. It's hard to describe but its like he is sense emotion all around him. He takes the mask off and looks around the room. Two more items in the room caught his eye. The first was a newspaper clipping. It talked about the cops arresting a man calling himself the Psycho Pirate who's crimes revolved around emotions. The identity of Psycho Pirate was Charles Halsted.

"Charlie" Roger said under his breath. Besides the box and the newspaper clipping on the desk their was also a book with its page marked. He opened it and begun to read it.

"The Medusa Mask allows the wearer to control the emotions of any being. Although beware the curse of the mask." Suddenly the door swings open and a large man comes in, the landlord.

"Hey!" he screams "Who the hell are you and what the hell doing!". Without thinking Roger puts the mask back on and looks at the landlord.

"I thought you would be happy to see me" the mask makes a happy face and the landlord changes.

"Why of course come here have a seat" he seems much more happy. "Can I get you anything?"

"No...but don't you feel sad?". The mask made a sad face and the man started to cry. "Now your scared!" This went on for hours up until the early hours in the morning. When the sun rose up he had enough pratice it was time to have some fun.

"Now your really sad, sad enough you want to jumped out the window and just end it all" the man broke down in agony and a crying fit. He made a run for it and jump out the window. Through his practice session he did one discovery about the mask what the curse was. Everytime he used headaches came whiched caused a great deal of pain but there was one problem. He couldn't stop. He fealt now that he had to mess with the emotions he had to find more people. He started to walk for the door when the newspaper headline caught his attention.

"So thats what you meant with legacy." He looked back at the costume and came up with a idea. All those crazy costume heroes out there he needed to something to contend with them. He puts the costume on and looks in a mirror.

"Smile Metropolis don't worry be happy the Psycho Pirate is here"

 

[wiegeabo]

I've been fighting for...well, I guess it's been hours. For the fight to just be over like that...it's a little much.

I cautiously walk up to the man and woman standing there. I try and be friendly. Try to smile. But it hurts. I've got cuts, bruises, bleeding from my head. Thank goodness for my healing. But even it's a little slower than normal.

So I continue to walk up to the two individuals. I've got the amulet in one hand, a dented metal staff in the other, and my superspeed. I hope they're friendly.

"Hi. Name's Jay. Do we have to fight now?"

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Will you just shut up!"

I round the corner and run straight into that cute Cajun, and he looks pretty shocked...wait, did I just say that out loud? Aw Cr**

"Well, someone is fussy dis'afternoon. Maybe they need some a' Gambit's special healin' power. All you need is yer pretty lil' self and a bedroom."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I've been fighting for...well, I guess it's been hours. For the fight to just be over like that...it's a little much.

I cautiously walk up to the man and woman standing there. I try and be friendly. Try to smile. But it hurts. I've got cuts, bruises, bleeding from my head. Thank goodness for my healing. But even it's a little slower than normal.

So I continue to walk up to the two individuals. I've got the amulet in one hand, a dented metal staff in the other, and my superspeed. I hope they're friendly.

"Hi. Name's Jay. Do we have to fight now?"

"No, we have more pressing matters to take care of then fighting each other", said Druid as he watched the Flash approach.

"The planet is in grave danger, and we may be able to use your help. My name is Anthony Druid, and this young woman is Zatanna."

 

[twylight]

I look up at the guy in....red long johns.
Yeah, my life is crazy now. He looks kind of familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before.

I put my hand up in a wave.

"Hey." I say simply.
Stand up and brush myself off, waiting for Druid's next move. Note to self...black is not good in this region. I slip off my coat, revealing my arms covered in fishnets.

 

[Watchman]

Mysterio stood over his work table working very fast. Sparks flew all over the place. He need to finish his newest creations soon. His armies were set but he needed to finishes these two they were very special.

"Soon everything will be all set" staring over his newest creations "He will be destroyed"

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Thor rolled, and came to a stop resting against the trunk of a massive oak tree. Reaching out with one massive hand, Thor gripped the trunk of the tree and used it as a brace to bring himself to a standing position again. His blood flowed freely under his armor, he could feel. He hacked and coughed another spurt of bright red blood out of his mouth. Where the red droplets fell, grass sprung up fresh and free. Thor wiped the remnants of the blood from his mouth with a free hand, then began clutching his stomach in an attempt to stop the blood loss.

"It shalt... take more than that to fell me, magician," said Thor through clenched teeth. His breath was a ragged hiss, but he stood as tall and proud as his battered body would permit.

"Oh, don't worry, godling", said Mordru with an evil grin, "I'm just getting started with your torment."

The Dark Lord rose into the air and spread his arms out wide. From his fingertips, tiny little serpents slithered out and darted at Thor. The vipers coiled around the thunder god's arms, legs, and body and sank their fangs deep into his flesh...pumping poison into his godly veins.

 

[wiegeabo]

"No, we have more pressing matters to take care of then fighting each other", said Druid as he watched the Flash approach.

"Good to hear." I drop the staff and tuck the amulet away.

"The planet is in grave danger, and we may be able to use your help. My name is Anthony Druid, and this young woman is Zatanna."

"Hey." I say simply.
Stand up and brush myself off, waiting for Druid's next move. Note to self...black is not good in this region. I slip off my coat, revealing my arms covered in fishnets.

"Good to meet you both." I look at the young woman. I can't put my finger on why, but she reminds me of Dinah. Must be the fishnets. What is it with female heroes and fishnets? "I assume I have you to thank for stopping the zombies. Thank you, very much. You helped save a lot of people."

"But it sounds like it's not yet over." I sigh and shake my head. "I'm more than willing to help. But right now...I'm a mess. I feel older than I am, and I don't know how much help I'll be in a fight right now. Or how long it will take me to heal."

 

[twylight]

I raise my eyebrow.

He can heal himself?

Hmm...

I hold out my hand.

"Yaj laeh." It came out easy, like..nothing almost..it was like lifting a pound after benchpressing 30 pounds. Not that I would know, but still it felt so feather light to do it.

 

[wiegeabo]

I raise my eyebrow.

He can heal himself?

Hmm...

I hold out my hand.

"Yaj laeh." It came out easy, like..nothing almost..it was like lifting a pound after benchpressing 30 pounds. Not that I would know, but still it felt so feather light to do it.

"What?"

...My jaw does't hurt. My head feels clear.
I take a deep breath...and feel wonderful!

Wonderful? That doesn't even cover it. I feel 20 years younger! I look at my hands. My knuckles aren't bruised or cracked anymore. My joints aren't aching. I touch my face. The blood's still there, but the gash is healed. I think I could run circles around another certain speedster.

"Magic. Should have known." I take Zatanna's hand in mine. "Thank you. Both of you. Now, getting back to business, you said something about great danger?"

 

[twylight]

"What?"

...My jaw does't hurt. My head feels clear.
I take a deep breath...and feel wonderful!

Wonderful? That doesn't even cover it. I feel 20 years younger! I look at my hands. My knuckles aren't bruised or cracked anymore. My joints aren't aching. I touch my face. The blood's still there, but the gash is healed. I think I could run circles around another certain speedster.

"Magic. Should have known." I take Zatanna's hand in mine. "Thank you. Both of you. Now, getting back to business, you said something about great danger?"

I force myself to keep my face straight. No need to grin like a fool. No matter how the excitement seems to pump through me. I cross my arms and turn a little away from both of them, I motion over my shoulder with my thumb.

"That's his department."

 

[Watchman]

Psycho Pirate left the apartment carrying a large sack. He took the landlord's car he wasn't going to need it. He was going to test out his brand new powers. He drove to out of the slums to the much better parts of Metropolis. He found the perfect spot, the mayor was holding a press confrence. There were many members of the press and citizens of Metropolis there. He parked the car and got out. He started to walked toward the stage where he was getting many strange looks.

"...and I can assure the people of" he stops and looks at Psycho Pirate coming toward the stage "can I help you"

"No I just want to use the mic"

"I don't think so get this nut out of here" Four cops on the stage get off and head for Psycho Pirate.

"Afraid all four of you. You can't even stand you're so afraid" the four cops dropped down on the ground and curled up. "See mayor they can't help you nobody can" he step over the body of a cop and jumped on stage. "Now you would be overjoyed for me to let me use your mic"

"Yes but of course go right ahead" Psycho Pirate grabbed the mayor's face and pushed him to the ground. He never dreamed of having this much power. Now he couldn't stop he had to keep on doing this.

"People of Metropolis you are angry so angry you want to riot in the street and destroy everything in your path" the people just stood there for moment and then erupted in total chaos. Psycho Pirate jumped off the back of the stage and walk towards the bank.

"That should keep the cops busy for a while". He went inside the bank and fill the sack full of money. It was easy he even made one person so guilty he gave him money. The emotions though he had to mess with them. All of a sudden the money did not seem important just the emotions.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I force myself to keep my face straight. No need to grin like a fool. No matter how the excitement seems to pump through me. I cross my arms and turn a little away from both of them, I motion over my shoulder with my thumb.

"That's his department."

"Yes", answered Druid as he faced the Flash, "to sum things up, the being that created these abominations to nature is still at large in our reality. His...it's name is Mordru. A creature of chaos as old as time itself and who commands vast mystical power."

"Currently he appears to be engaged in battle with another being of mystical might", said Druid as he looked over his shoulder towards where he saw the titanic blast take place earlier.
"Though I fear his opponent may be in dire shape. Especially if they underestimated Mordru. We must travel to their location and end the threat the Dark Lord poses to our reality once and for all. And we could use your help, Flash."

 

[wiegeabo]

"Mystical might?" I look in the direction Druid looks. Only thing that way is...Britain? "Thor! He's fighting Thor!?!"

True, I don't know the man very well. But he seemed honorable. And he dared to stand up against Darkseid. It doesn't matter, a life is in danger. And a life is a life. "I assume you have someway of getting there quickly?"

 

[LibrarianThorne]

"Oh, don't worry, godling", said Mordru with an evil grin, "I'm just getting started with your torment."

The Dark Lord rose into the air and spread his arms out wide. From his fingertips, tiny little serpents slithered out and darted at Thor. The vipers coiled around the thunder god's arms, legs, and body and sank their fangs deep into his flesh...pumping poison into his godly veins.

He yelped in pain as the poison entered his system. Slowly, inexorably, he dropped to his knees, his strength drained. His arms drooped, and his hands lay against the grass that had come from his blood.

"Thor doth not... lose."

With an air of finality, Thor slumped face first into the dirt of the cliffs of Dover.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Mystical might?" I look in the direction Druid looks. Only thing that way is...Britain? "Thor! He's fighting Thor!?!"

True, I don't know the man very well. But he seemed honorable. And he dared to stand up against Darkseid. It doesn't matter, a life is in danger. And a life is a life. "I assume you have someway of getting there quickly?"

"You assume correctly", answered Druid as he opened a gateway with a wave of his hand.

"We are heading directly into the jaws of the beast. Be ready to fight immediately upon exiting the portal."

Druid said no more turned and walked into the portal...and stepped out onto the Cliffs of Dover.