2370. The 23rd century was at its peak point at this moment but the wall wasn't going to prevent someone from starting a war sooner than later. All it took was one bad egg in a package to ruin the peace. A suspicious man wearing a black cowl, hidden from sight also wore a ashen mask over his mouth.

It took a while to adjust to the Omniverse's bright lights in the Nexus and it made the Vektan's eyes water.

Cassandra walked with steady steps, Renko she’d met in the forest at her back, Dane at her side, and Clownpiece and Afrátos ahead of her.

The giant creature was hanging on every word that the blond was saying now, obediently following along at a respectful distance before begging his master for the limited freedom to go hunting. They had to clarify that ‘people’ weren’t food, and that made Cassandra a bit nervous. Myst sucking on her lower lip until it was red and hurt before the other’s broke the silence.

It was Dane that snapped her out of it. “Is he bothering you?” He continued his polite facade when he noticed she was staring at the beast.

“N-Non. I am not bothered by such things. I am no… How you say… Stranger to these things.” Myst attempted to remain understandable.

“You have giant starving ceramic beasts lurking around everywhere back from wherever it is you come from?” Dane asked, a slip in his persona, but nothing noticeable.

“What? Non. I mean, I am very familiar with the unimaginable. Creatures of myth and such.”

“Oh. You mean the supernatural. Angels, Devils, Vampires.”

Myst choked on the saliva she’d been in the middle of swallowing. “Quelle? Pourquoi dirais-tu ça!?”

Despite her full French sentence, Omni’s magic kicked in and Dane understood. “What? Devils?” Maybe she was religious?

Sandy’s heart was pounding against her chest, and she fought the urge to wipe her brow. “N-Nothing. Oui. Supernatural things.” She glanced back at the girl with the hat who was studying the group through fiercely curious eyes. In her attempts to not look suspicious.. She looked very suspicious.

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” Dane noted her frantic behavior. It would be wise for him to figure out what’s wrong if only for the trust he was attempting to bridge between the two to make convincing her to do things easier. Although, he gathered she wasn’t a very demanding person at all. “If it’s him I can put him in his place again, Miss Myst.” He’s been wanting to say that for some time, it amused him mildly.

“Non!” Myst was quick to throw her hands out to stop him, her hands were small and held no power over him, but Dane could feel her urgency. “That is not necessary.” She promises him, leaning closer but also pulling her face to look away. “Non. I was just lost in thought. Je promets.”

“If he does not frighten you, dear. Why are you so interested in him?” Dane tries another question.

“Je ne sais pas. He is not like anything I’ve encountered..” Myst quietly mentions, thinking about how he seemed so willing to hug her but so skittish now.

"I've had the misfortune of encountering a few things like him, although they tended to lack the extra arms, and weren't made of ceramics. Anyway maybe once he’s been trained you can pet him." He said, adding ‘or something’ mentally while looking away in a half eye roll. Girls.

He’d feel his arm being grabbed, and when he looked back at her he saw simple pleasure twisting her otherwise sad face into someone with a smile and cheer. “You think I could?” She cutely asked, an affliction that startled him because it was so pure.

“Uh… Yeah. Sure.” He promised.

He watched her eyes light up with pure happiness, the greens even looked as if they glowed for a moment.

Behind them a voice gasped. “D-Did something just happened? I am noticing an anomaly.” She pushed through the two, tearing Myst away from Dane and then looking first at their hands. Nothing. Then them, quickly she began inspecting Sandra carefully, as if she was suspicious.

This made Myst terribly uncomfortable as she whimpered and hid her blushing face by wrapping her hands around her cheeks and pushing her fingers behind her glasses to hide her eyes. Thankfully the only thing she could run into at this moment was her party members.

Renko ignored the girl’s mumbling to inspect Dane roughly the same way. Surely these Primes had done something, and on purpose. “What did you say to her? What were you talking about?” She quickly rambled off questions.

ily <3

Happy holidays to everyone here at the Omniverse. Hope you all get what you want, as long as it's legal.

A Deamon, a Werewolf and a Vampire walk into a bar.
It really hurt...

Luckily they were able to have funnel cake to cheer themselves up. Happy Birthady

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http://fandom.wikia.com/articles/badass-...wikia-rail

Not that I fully agree with that list (Usagi Tsukino *cough cough*) 

Who would you add to the list, and why? Feel free to declare their most badass moment.

Dean was sitting alone at a table in a room, one of those really cheap motel rooms with the peeling wallpaper and busted tv, thinking about everything that had been going on recently. He didn't have too much time though as the door to the room burst open slamming against the wall. Getting up from the chair Dean thought that something about this was all too familiar, this of course was re enforced with a white ball of light flew in through the more broken doorway.

“Wait a minute,“ the Winchester said as he leaned in to take a look. “Nipples? I do remember this!”

Almost as if on cue the ball of white light struck a blow on his chin, sending the demon crashing back.

“The fairy! Trust me lady, this does not end well for you!” he yelled as the scene played out.

Their battle down memory lane continued until it's inevitable conclusion, the little naked lady cooking in the microwave. Next Sam would come through the door and they would talk about what happened. Dean heard the foot steps behind him and spoke without turning around.

“I am guessing this is a dream Sammy, so how about we just let me wake up?” Dean asked, his voice sounding rather exhausted.

“Well you got one thing right,” came an all too familiar voice. “This, dear Squirrel, is most definitely a dream of some sort.”

Dean know who it was who stood behind him and did not even have to turn around.

“Crowley, why is it whenever I start seeing shit it is always you?” Dean didn't even wait for a response before going over to the fridge and getting a beer, opening it, and then sitting at the table again. “What do you want?”

“You do realize that beer isn't even real right?” the King of Hell inquired.

“And?” Dean spat back.

“Right, forgot who I was talking to.” Crowley made his way over and took a chair opposite of Dean before going on. “But as to your previous question, who else were you expecting? I mean with the current state of things me and you are practically family! Being a demon will do that too you, also maybe mine is the voice you hate the least right now?”

“Nah,” Dean said after thinking about it for a while. “If anything it is that Sinestro guy I hate the least, I hope he isn't dead. Anyway I will ask again, what the hell are YOU doing here? I know why I am, it is my dream after all. Wasn't even sure if I could even dream still.”

“Honestly, I have no idea why I am here.” Crowley paused for a second, tilting his head to the side and spreading out his hands before him. “Unless it has something to do with your current predicament.”

Taking a sip from the beer Dean raised an eyebrow, “And what predicament is that exactly?”

“Just think Squirrel!” Crowley snapped at him. “What is the last thing you remember? Being in that car with the fake me? Then what? Do you think you are still there or maybe you vanished, or fell out even, but I can tell you this for sure... you have been doing a whole lot of nothing. And what happens to someone who just lays around in a desert? Where the sands shift and move all the time?”

“Shit.” Dean swore and tossed the half full beer aside. “I'm not buried alive again, am I?”

Crowley's apparition couldn't help but laugh. 

“Yes, you are buried alive again” was all it said to him before vanishing. 

“FUC...” the Winchester brother started to scream before his eyes snapped open and he was indeed buried alive in the sand once again. 

Carefully, and painfully slow as well, he started to dig his way up and out.

I posted a conclusion to the following thread last night: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=899

Today I went to edit its ending because I mentioned sensing life forces (forgetting that I hadn't actually purchased that skill) and after submitting my edit, the post disappeared from the thread!

Is there any way to recover the text? I didn't save it in Word, I wrote it off the cuff...

Every moment Cell spent in this strange dimension, the more he was convinced that his reduction in strength wasn’t just due to the absence of the androids in his core. He flew slower than before, slow even for his imperfect form, as if a weight was tied to his limbs. Cell tried to put it out of his mind but every second soaring over the white plains only reinforced it. He wondered if this is what other inferior creatures felt like, as if he had been lowered to a human.
 
Cell arrived at a bluish-white portal, swirling within an archway of smoothed, crafted stone. His three-toed feet touched down before it, the light spilling over his green body. He ran his fingers over the archway. No ki seemed to radiate from the structure, but there were no devices or people funnelling power into the twisting colours to keep it stable.
 
Admittedly, Cell had only heard about rips through space-time. He, nor any of his genetic donors, had ever passed through one. Trunks’ time machine had brought him into a whole new timeline, though it was not by creating an entry way that one could walk through like a door. As far as he had been taught, Dr. Gero hadn’t been capable of such feats either.
 
Cell opened a palm and fed his energy outwards, passing it invisibly through his skin. A spark of yellow ki shuddered and expanded into a ball, the warmth pressing against his hand. He pointed it at the portal. Cell thought he understood what would happen, but just in case this was some sort of trap, he decided to launch some of his energy through first to see the result.
 
The orb of energy blasted from his palm like a bullet and vanished through the portal without incident. Now that he stopped and thought about it, the bio-android wasn’t certain he knew what he was expecting. If it was some torture device, he thought something would react with matter passing through it but he hadn’t a formed concept of what that would be.
 
Seems safe enough. Cell strode up to the kaleidoscope of colour and thrust his hand in. Nothing tore his limb off. In fact, his hand felt the warmth of sunlight dancing on his skin. Whatever was on the other side of the portal was less bland, in any case.
 
Cell walked through the dimensional gateway. A corkscrew tunnel of light deposited him into an entirely new world where the only white was the wispy brushstrokes of cloud in the blue sky. A pristine grassy plain rolled out before him. Forest dotted the empty verdant space in the distance. A cobblestone path from the portal wound its way around a rise in the ground and out of sight.
 
“So … where the hell am I?” Cell said to himself.
 
He tried reaching out with his ki sense, trying to psychically identify the presence of any living creature nearby, but this once intuitive instinct no longer functioned. Concentrating, Cell cast his mental net out again but found nothing. Either these untouched grasslands were devoid of all life, not just sapient life, or his ki sense had been tampered with in a similar way to his strength. Cell was willing to bet it was the latter.
 
Cell tightened his jaw. Who was punishing him like this? It was bad enough that he tasted true perfection and had it ripped away, but even his imperfect body had been hindered by some malcontent’s tinkering.
 
He moved to the springy grass and fell onto his backside. The flight through the white void had been surprisingly tiring; where once he could stay buoyant in the air indefinitely without even thinking about it, soaring through that dimension for a few hours had taxed him greatly. He needed to feast. His tail twitched at the thought. Standing up, Cell moved back to the trail and headed down, hoping he would run into something worth devouring.
 
He despised the walking but it was his only choice for now. Eventually he ran into a man wearing an armoured suit, a sword swinging at his hip and a shield slung on his back. The visor on his helmet was down, but the twitch of his head let Cell know that he had been spotted.
 
“Impressive outfit,” Cell said as the two met on the path. “You must really enjoy your medieval fairs to go to such lengths.”
 
“I don’t know what you speak of,” the human said, his voice tinny from the echoes of his helmet. “I am equipped to go into battle, not to a festival.”
 
“Commendable commitment to the part,” Cell said. “I wonder if that affects your flavour at all?”
 
“You intend to eat me?”
 
“Of course!” Cell said, affronted. The sharp tip of his tail peeked over the top of his shoulder. “What else would I mean by ‘flavour’? I’m not some kind of sick freak.”
 
The knight drew his sword with a grating sound and grasped his shield from his back. “I do my best not to judge the inhabitants of Camelot on their appearances. After all, many non-humans are not evil. I gave you the benefit of the doubt but it seems I was wrong to do so.”
 
“Oh, very wrong,” Cell rasped, stepping forward. “But you made two mistakes.”
 
The knight bit at the pause. “And the other?”
 
“You didn’t run.”
 
Cell’s tail struck out like a coiled snake. The knight moved slowly, raising his shield, but the clumsy movement was enough. The needle-tip of Cell’s tail clipped the shield and ricocheted away, rending a splintered gash in the wood.
 
“What?” Cell said. “How did you block that? It’s only a piece of shaped wood! It should have been obliterated!”
 
“You think you possess enough power to strike through my defenses in one hit? Heh! You are vastly underestimating your opponent, monster!”
 
Or vastly overestimating the strength left behind to me, Cell thought.
 
“Enough of your prattling!” Cell yelled, spittle flying from his beak. “You will become one with perfection!”
 
The bio-android leapt forward. The knight hefted his sword and swung, but Cell still had the speed advantage over the metal and weaponry that weighed his opponent down. Cell ducked under the blade and his tail sprang for the human’s neck. The tip clanged against the helmet, twisting it askew but otherwise bouncing off. Cell rolled away as the human stumbled backwards, repositioning the helmet.
 
“You will not penetrate my armour, fiend!” the knight said.
 
Cell opened a hand and leveled it at the human. A yellow light burst to life in his palm. “I’m going to consume you, one way or another.”
 
The ki blast screamed towards the knight. He lifted his shield as the energy ball crashed into him. An explosion of light and smoke shook the ground.
 
The bio-android approached the curtain of smoke, ready to drink the knight who must certainly be prone on the ground. The human, instead, burst out of the camouflage, roaring with his weapon wielded above his head. Cell’s cat eyes widened as the blade slashed down his chest, spraying his purple blood over the cobblestone.
 
The bio-android staggered back, his hands clutching the oozing wound down his front. Pain flooded his mind but it swiftly drowned beneath his disbelief. How could a human sporting a sword even manage to make him hurt, let alone open his flesh? How could a weapon be sharp enough in the guidance of someone who didn’t utilise ki? What the hell was happening to him?!
 
“I-impossible…” Cell stammered as blood trickled down his chest in rivulets, staining his green skin purple. “How could you do this to me!?”
 
“Evil always underestimates good,” the knight said pompously, his sword streaked with violet blood. “You never think you could lose, and then you do.”
 
“All I wanted was a meal!” Cell growled. “Is that so much to ask?”
 
“If you surrender now, I will make your death quick and painless,” the knight said, pointing the tip of his sword at Cell.
 
“Hey! That’s my line!” Cell said.
 
He couldn’t fight on like this. For whatever reason, Piccolo’s cells weren’t activating; the wound should have completely closed off by now, but nothing had happened at all. Blood still leaked out of the purple stripe over his chest. He had to regroup. He had to understand what was going on or he would die.
 
“So, what do you choose, beast?”
 
Cell shook his head. “No one picks to surrender to their own death, you fool! You use that line to gloat, not to offer mercy! You do-gooders can’t even do victory right!”
 
“Painful death it is, then,” the knight said, advancing on Cell.
 
“Enough! We will settle this another time, human,” the bio-android spat, firing a blast of ki into the ground. The explosion kicked up a cloud of dust and smoke, and Cell took the diversion. His golden aura burned around his body and he darted into the sky. He gave the knight one last glance and headed towards the closest cover he could see - a small patch of forest.
 
Cell dropped into the canopy, dislodging leaves that fluttered all around him, and collapsed in the rough cradle of branches high above the ground, hoping he wouldn’t bleed to death.