Life had gotten decidedly better.
 
Having found a shimmering portal framed by two bowed palm trees, Koola wasted no time in stepping through what he first took to be a mirage. As he sheared through the boundaries between the white void and the next world, a blast of balmy salt air brushed his face. He flinched at first, expecting it to be the vanguard of the true scorching heat that Hell was so famous for, but it never came. Opening his wary eyes, he took in a sprawling beachscape punctuated by a large city. The blazing sun spun warm light fervently and generously, with not a skerrick of cloud to mar the clear sky.
 
This wasn't Hell, surely. Koola had no particular attachment to cool sea breezes and oceanic vistas, so yanking away this illusion wouldn't rend his heart in twain. Nor did he hate such tropical getaways, especially not to the point that it would be agony for him to live in one for all eternity.
 
Ignoring the looming city in the distance, Koola launched into the air and surveyed the area. Dotted all over the endless seas were islands, many so small and distant that he couldn't make out anything about them. They stretched all the way to the horizon, where the deep glassy blue of the sea rested beneath the pale blue of the sky.
 
The changeling prince touched down on the beach as the gentle tides washed over his toes. He breathed deeply at the caress of the cold water, groping for answers but seeing none. He had a definite memory of his own destruction, so how could he be alive, and with his original body? Had a celestial mistake been made, and he had been accidentally delivered to Heaven? If so, he wasn't about to rat himself out. The error would be discovered sooner or later, whether by a clerk or by Koola's own antisocial actions.
 
As he watched the sun's rays glisten like liquid silver in the crests of the waves, the foggy memory coalesced. He squinted at the white reflection in the water, as if that sight solidified his thoughts. Only moments before he was deposited in the blank realm, there was a brief split in time where he floated before a glimmering pearlescent child. From what followed, it seemed to be some sort of god, though he did not resemble the kais that he had been told about.
 
The fanciful words of a child filled his ears, as if he owned some magical playset and Koola was one of its many pieces. The idea of being some creature's toy, no matter how powerful, rankled Koola. Granted, being plucked from his universe at the precise moment of his death wasn't undesirable, not at all. He may have been waking up in the worse plane of existence instead of raking his toes through the damp sand. Also the mention of immortality brought a grin to the changeling prince's purple lips. Frieza had ironically died trying to obtain eternal life, and all Koola had to do to earn it was to perish.
 
The mention of omnilium stuck out during the speech. The specifics were vague; something about focusing and believing and other faux-inspirational claptrap that he often heard when weak bands of resistance fighters rallied - and subsequently died - against him. He could figure out what all of that meant another time.
 
Yet this bald, infantile being held him prisoner. What sort of intentions did he have? Was he as almighty as he appeared, stealing people at random and dropping them into his play world? Was there even a way to contact this Omni again, or was the brief and disorienting introduction all he got?
 
"Huh. Sure would be good to have some henchmen right about now," Koola mused out loud.
 
The changeling prince strode away from the shoreline and towards a row of leafy coconut trees further into the dunes. He stepped his way through fragments of crustacean shells that lay like a ribbon of stars across the sands, his feet splashing in small rock pools where fish caught by the low tide swam uselessly in circles. A smoothed rock nestled beneath the shade of the palm trees and Koola hopped atop its cool surface and sat down, his tail flopping over the other side. A trio of seagulls soared overhead, squawking as they passed.
 
 As Koola pondered his options, the back of his skull itched. He raised fingers to scratch it, but instead found a cold, rectangular object glued there. Startled, he grabbed it, broke it free and examined it.
 
A grey computer chip. One that looked awfully like ... the brain of the Big Gete Star.
 
"How long have you been there?" Koola asked. No response came.
 
Koola's fingers twitched. If he balled his fist, the chip would sputter and fizzle out, never to lead him to become a monstrous parasitic robot again. He may have been grateful for the extension of his life in his previous life, but in this new dimension, he wanted to be himself. The loss of sensation, the constant need to excavate and consume planet cores just to continue existing ... why would he want to put himself back through that? There was no joy in that life.
 
And yet the only time he held his own against the new Super Saiyan strength was when his image was constructed in self-healing robotic technology. Was the empire his father built worth anything if they could be bested by such scum? Was technological augmentation the only way to secure the family legacy?
 
But what sort of legacy rested on such confected power? If he could do it, what's stopping anyone else from building a war machine and challenging him? And yet if that happened, wouldn't it be wiser to augment himself in preparation for such a day?
 
No. Just as he found his transformed state, he would get stronger by himself. Standing, Koola drew his arm back and hurled the computer chip towards the sea. The silver chip glinted in the sun light before plopping into the water.
 
Koola cracked his knuckles. "There. Decision made. Whatever I become in this new realm, it won't be dictated by a pile of electricity and steel. Only myself."

As Chara exited the frozen fields portal she coughed once more falling to her knees. "I . . . I must make it to a doctor." Her determination soured at the notion that she could save her life. she trudged along the nexus's pure floor in hopes that the verse she went to would be able to help her. after what could be hours she soon entered the tangled green portal not caring at that point. She hurt, she felt cold, and she was slowly being less and less alert of her surroundings. She stumbled into the portal her vision cloudy.

Let’s say that, hypothetically, that a particular Prime and others that volunteered wanted to cleanse Silent Hill by killing Pyramid Head and other details. (In a Volgalvia type of manner.)

Could it be done? Or is Silent Hill a lost cause?

Name: Mori Hui
Spent OM: 4400
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Proficiencies (2000): Physical Strength Proficiency (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000)
Powers (1200/8000): Master Acrobat (400), Burst Movement (800)
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Tier 5, Coruscant. 11 AM.
 
This sucks, Stein mentally groaned at himself. Greg had informed him that this tier was the best for a hero to get some work done, but… Greg had to work! Damn responsibility!
 
Outfitted with micro dash cam rigged haphazardly to a sideways baseball cap’s bill, he was prowling the streets, recording via Bluetooth to the handy dandy Omni-phone in his pocket. The Hero was masked up again, with a new pair of shades, compliments of Greg’s boy. The goggles wrapped around his head on an eslatic band and he had pinned the band to the underside of the hat to keep it from sliding off. It was an odd combination, but it seemed to work well enough.
 
Stein stuck out like a sore thumb. Though his face was covered, like many possible ne’er do wells, his clothes were cleaner and more “higher tier,” a combination that many did not seem to have. Higher-tier clothing was ratty, while lower-tier was manufactured a bit more rugged. Longer lasting, not intended for style as much as purpose. In all honesty, he might be shopping down here, considering his profession. Longer lasting clothes would definitely benefit in the long run.
 
More than once, people moved away from him. No doubt he looked like one of the many gang members patrolling the streets. That was fine, for the moment. Fame was not his highest priority, so he’d happily blend into the crowd for the time being. It might even be to his advantage in the long run, considering what fame did back home.
 
 
 
 


Two hours… Two hours of walking around, peering into the dark alley ways actively looking for trouble… Crime seemed to be avoiding him. He knew that was not true, but it felt like it. That was pretty much how it wound up back home. Stein could not count the number of times he would walk up to a crime in progress and the perpetrator would just groan and leave. Why? There was just no point.
 
It was rounding our three, when something finally happened. It was not a crime, per say, more of an unwanted confrontation. Stein felt a slight tremor up his spine right before a hand landed upon his shoulder. He was turned about and brought face to face with a tall looking man with odd twin tentacles trailing from the top of his head down to his waist. The ruddy red skin and patchwork plastic-looking white armor gave him an odd appearance.
 
“I ain’t never seen you around, pipsqueak. Don’ know what gang yer in, but I think yer in th’ wrong place.” The hand upon his shoulder shifts to grab Stein’s neck, lifting slowly till the Hero’s feet was off the ground. “An’ I don’ take kinly ta record’n in my turf, ya see?” The gangster looks right into the camera as he reaches to grab it.
 
Stein lifted a hand into the camera’s view, blocking the gangster’s path to it. “I warn you, if you continue on this path, I’m going to defend myself.” The hand stopped for a moment and the red-tentacle-headed man laughed.
 
The twi’lek’s grip tightened around Stein’s neck. It seemed to have no effect on his captive. At least his expression seemed too stubborn to change. “Heh… Little boy, do you really think ya have what it takes to—“ His showboating was cut off by a sudden grunt. In the blink of an eye, the red-man was pushed backwards, his hand wrenched free of Stein’s neck.
 
After the Blink Shield, Stein’s hands instantly occupy themselves with two Palm Shields. The little glassy orbs hover above his hands, charging up. “Hello Youtube and welcome to a Point-of-View Heroing Adventure. Let’s get our shields ready!” He held his hands up, showing the palm shields as the orb shatters and reforms into the transparent barriers.
 
“Hey! You cocky little brat, you think you’re gonna walk away from this?” A swing and a miss; Stein did not even have to use the shields to evade the incoming strike. He could tell by the tingle up his spine, that even though the strike was slow it held power behind it. It was still rather wild… Poor guy was all about that brute strength.
 
Stein was almost an acrobat compared to this guy. They were pretty matched for speed, but this fellow was obviously just swinging for the fenses. All power, no control. Stein turned his head with every missed blow to watch the fists fly by him. “And this is why it’s very important to actually practice aim, not just power. This knuckle head is beating my dust to death. I mean, speed. Flurry of punches, but slow, and wild? I mean what am I, a brick wall?”
 
The Twi’lek roared. A powerful crawling seized Stein’s spine as the brute set his left foot and lifted his right in a powerful kick. He maneuvers the palm shields down to deflect the attack to his gut upward and with the mildest lean, the leg soured right over him. Sadly, the upward angle was not something the gangster expected. His grounded foot was no longer grounded, the weight of his attack carried him upwards. The Hero only needed the lightest sweep of his own leg to knock the steel toe boot of his enemy away from the solid floor below.
 
In a heap now, the red-toned man stared up at Stein, seething. “Why don’t you FIGHT ME?” His hands balled into fists, slamming against the alley’s cracked cemented ground.
 
“Do you think you could keep up? Maybe I should just use my killer move then?” Stein slowly brought the two Palm Shields together. His eyes closed and he began to hum a low, rumbling note.
 
“Wait, wait, I ain’t ready to die!” The hero smirked. Twice. “What do ya want? Name yer price, man, common!” The Twi’lek  was downright pathetic, his imagination obviously running wild with him.
 
Stein’s hands parted, the shields remaining as they were before, though they seemed to shimmer a bit more now, purely visual effects, of course. “How about a little information? Know where any action is? Maybe a good drug deal or a little organized crime?”
 
Thick, hairless brows furrow. “What? Ya just want in on some action?”
 
“Something like that…”
 
For almost a solid minute the grounded man was considering his options. Stein took the time to look around the alley. It was pretty devoid of life for the moment, passersby on either end, but no one really walking through the gap with two, seemingly gang affiliated guys duking it out.
 
“I heard Berzek was selling at that ol’ mansion… Set up shop where he could live like a king, ya know? He’s been up there for a couple of hours by now…”
 
Absolutely perfect. “Directions, please…”

Quote: I would like to ask that this start to be processed once October has passed and once I finish up the Gaster thread.

Character name: Marisa Kirisame

Character source: Touhou project (PC-98 era, and Window's era) the major difference being that mima is still around and taught Windows era Marisa everything.

Character history: Marisa kirisame the ordinary magician. She was born and raised in Gensokyo as a ordinary human. One day she left her family breaking ties with her father over being a witch nobody knows why except for her and her father and the spirit Mima and they aren't exactly willing to disclose that info. Mima took her in after she got lost near the forest of magic. Years pass and she is now living in the forest of magic away from Mima now a proficient magician. Incidents pass quickly making her a incident resolver along with Reimu. She was taken after going to steal some books from the scarlet devil mansion like usual only to find that there were no more books left there. After that Omni took her to a place where she could steal magic stuff to her heart's desire.

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Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Omni hands him the glimmering orb in which all the colors of the rainbow coalesce. “This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn. That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

I know how ridiculous it is to be thinking about my third character right now. Isabelle is 400 om away from level 3, it’s still a while before I even qualify. However it has been on my mind as of late.

I’ve narrowed it down to four characters and I’ve been juggle between them for the past month.

I hate to be cliche, but here they are.

Don’t be shocked if my 3rd doesn’t wind up being one of these four.



1. Tony Tony Chopper