The teleporters had worked. Gildarts was in the Nexus, he prefered to walk, rather than let technology’s eerie magic transport him to Ambrosia. So he and Dust would take the long way, as that was what was fun about adventure. The journey.

Gildarts arrived not at the fountain where he had expected, not anywhere near where he had been resummoned by Omni before. Instead he was amid a more desolate part of the white room, some people walking by, other movements that of ghosts, wisps of people in passing. Faceless, forever nameless, gone before they’d even gotten there. The wayward prime could relate.

The Fairy Tail wizard sighed and tried to figure out which portal was his destination, he also didn’t see Dust around. Curious. They’d teleported at the same time, yet another reason he didn’t like to play with the magic of technology, it wasn’t even waterproof! Which basically made it obsolete underwater! Gil's magic never seemed to care if it got a little wet. But magic verses technology was hardly an original rivalry for mages across the realms.

The warmage looked around, flexed his digits (both metal and flesh) and stood there waiting patiently for Dust, or until he got a good idea of which portal was the one that lead to the Tangled Green and by extension, Ambrosia. Gildarts was excited to introduce the newblood to this friends, Molly included.

Tearen had cured him, or well, had given him the tools to cure himself and Gildarts felt whole again. He was still missing his arm and leg, but c’est la vie, those were the sacrifices heroes like him often made. Now, Gildarts felt more empowered than ever before, for the room was full of people and nothingness on his mind no longer scared the prime. In fact, he was eager to run up to new people and have the deep conversations he’d been lacking for his entire life.

He’d only ever had fluent, enlightening conversations with his fists, his magic, and again with his foes’ fists. Now, Gildarts was a completely new man. He still had no desire to lead, not in the traditional sense of the word, but he enjoyed uniting people with faith and heart. The Prime smiled. He no longer feared being the strongest. He accepted it. He accepted himself. This was a big step forward and no earthquakes had happened when he took it.

Yes, Gil was a new man. Except… He heard a voice. A muffled gasp. Then the sound of his name come from behind.

“Gildarts…” Cana spoke in a choking whisper.

The Fairy Tail wizard spun around, to see their matching insignias mirror one another. Gildarts was overjoyed to see his fellow Fairy Tail member, he waved and smiled, beginning to walk over. Cana however, had frozen in shock… Or some other emotion.

“Oi! Cana! Great to see ya!” Gil called over to his fellow wizard. A phantom female was watching from just out of sight of the both of them. Cassandra was Cana’s partner, there for support if Cana needed, but it was likely, the grown woman could do this alone.

“Gildarts…” Cana muffled again, pain stifling her voice. “It’s great to see you too.”

They embraced in a quick, friendly hug. Cana took a few steps away, truth plaguing her thoughts in a million different buzzing frequencies. How could she say this without looking like a fool? Oh hey, by the way, all this time you were my dad but I never told you. You always left but I was okay with it because it’s who we both were. The guild raised me, I have made the best memories of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way? Tch. Dreadful. But the truth had to be free, no matter what happened.

“Is.. Something wrong?” Gildarts said, his tone becoming low and sincere. His compassion flooded her. It was deep and rich, coming straight from his heart and corroding her defenses.

“I… I have struggled so long, so hard to tell you this… And I was never able because of… What happened at Tenrou Island but… Gildarts, this is the truth, are you ready to hear it?” Cana sniffled, holding back tears from her melting chocolate eyes.

The ultimate test of a woman was when she asked two things, one: If those jeans made her look fat. And two: If you were ready to hear the truth. He’d never felt physical attraction for the little girl he’d watch grow up in his guild, even if she’d grown up to be a well-endowed woman. She was still just a kid to Gildarts, and Gildarts was free of his purely surface-deep attraction to women. He could pursue something with someone that was more now that he was free.

The truth, Was he ready?

“Yes.” he spoke boldly, his confidence shrouding the youthful woman, protecting her from any hurt that could've been caused by a pregnant silence.

“Gildarts… I’ve… You’re my… I’m your... Daughter,” the young brunette struggled to get the words out, but now, they hung there, like dirty laundry, skeletons he never knew existed had sprung from the closet covered in the cobwebs of time.

Her father's once composed face fell into one of complete and utter shock. Awe warped into pain, pain warped into regret. “Whose…?” the womanizer was forced to ask.

“Cornelia’s. After she died I sought out to find you.. And waited… At first for you to come back. Then, I waited because of my own hesitation… Until so long had passed I’d already made a new home, you were there and I got to see you. That was enough for me, I’m so sorry, I stole all those years away from the both of us… It wasn’t intentional, I just… I was so afraid… Afraid to lose the glimpses I did have of you. Afraid you'd never come back.” Cana said as the tears began to fall. Afraid of rejection. Afraid the Gildarts could never have been the parent that she had needed him to be. Instead, she’d had Fairy Tail. That was likely the better choice for who he had been. Still.. Twenty some-odd years had passed and he’d never known. That lost time could never be replaced.

“Oh Cana,” he embraced her in a long, knowing hug. Tears flowed from his eyes, “You never have to be afraid again. Cornelia was the only woman I ever loved. You’re her spitting image, as her daughter -our daughter- I will always love you.”

Cana wept. Gildarts shed his tears too. They’d embraced each other with open arms, uniting in this world so very against them. Cana’s tears began to wash away some of the blood on Gildarts’ shoulder, Gil’s tears mixed and dampened with the floral scent of her hair. This moment could last an eternity. Sorrow throbbed in his heart for all the wasted years that he’d been such an oblivious fool, and horrible father. And yet an indescribably happiness caressed his soul and caused his heart to overflow with all the love the many women he'd slept with could have never made him feel.

“You... Always used to smile when you saw me. Like I was the most special girl in the room and even though you did that with everyone in Fairy Tail, it made…” Cana trailed off. A moment passed and she didn’t finish her sentence, Gildarts dared to open his eyes only to see a rainbow of sparkles disintegrating from her form. Upon her tear stained cheek was a smile while the very Omnillium she was made up of continued to disintegrate.

Gildarts felt his heart leap in fear, he was killing her and had no idea, “Oh Gods! Cana, come back! What's happening? Cana!"

His first and only daughter had been torn from his arms by the logic and law of the Omniverse. Secondaries who served their purpose often reverted back to OM. But Gildarts could’ve given a shit about Omnilium, he wanted his daughter back. Why, just why, was she being taken away?

“Cana…” The last particles of their shared hug passed through his arms. Helplessly passing through the empty space that had once been filled with love and his own living, breathing blood.

She was gone. He was hugging thin air, his arms went limp as the last swirls lifted into the infinite pearlized ceiling; despair befell the freshly freed prime, nothing broke, none of his surroundings were blown away, and nothing shattered, all but his heart.

He fell to his knees, crippled by Omni’s law. She’d come here, all this way from Fairy Tail and now she’d been ripped from his arms… His only daughter. Her smiling image and that of his deceased ex-wife Cornelia filled his mind behind the curtain of his closed eyelids.

The strongest prime had fallen helplessly to his knees and wept. Cana was gone. He was all alone again. A father living through the unimaginable. There was no word for a parent who has lost their child in the english language because to reduce that tormenting tragedy to a single word would be pure injustice. We have a word for parentless children, we have the word for wives who've lost their husbands, but we have no singular word to define the unending misery and tragedy that it is to lose your own child.

Especially when he had only just held her in his arms for the first time. The agony was like no wound he had ever felt before, he would've given an arm and a leg to have said goodbye.

For all in the world he had gained in his long and enduring life, he had just lost his one and only daughter. Perspective fell hard on the Prime who'd never gotten the chance to be a real father. For all the chances he could've done something different. If only he could've known...

“Whoa, Gildarts, are you like, okay man?” Gildarts had fallen into a weird, yoga-looking bow (child's pose) and Dust was looking down at him, his puppy face tilted half to the side, perplexed. “You took quite a beating during Dante’s Abyss, let’s get you on your feet again.”

Compassion. Oh, how it went a long way. Touching a man in his darkest moment, reminding him of the warmth of light. So easily, the Prime could've fallen, crossing the point of no return.

Gildarts allowed himself to be lifted by Dust and put on a fake smile, for courage to be a better man than he had ever been before now dared him to live on through his daughter’s passing. “Ah,” he sniffled, pretending his tears were sweat... somehow, “Yeah I’m okay, I feel like I have some internal bleeding. Mind if we take a detour before we go to Ambrosia?”

“Sure, where did you have in mind?” Dust said, the OP Prime still slung over his shoulder.

“The beach,” Gil said simply. After all this. He was in need of one Hell of a drink.

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Both Caira and Gildarts purchased one.

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I'm not sure whether this should be here or WESTSIDE BOIIIII so if I got it wrong, my apologies, it seemed like it could fit in either to be honest.
Just wondering, were any of you guys nervous when you first started posting here? I mean, I am. I'm new to RPing and have never really done something like this before, so I'm constantly worried when I post that I'll be treading on toes or messing up or just not putting out posts of sufficiently good quality. Just wondering who else felt like that in the past and how they got over it.

Okay I'm a dumbass and accidentally edited the wrong tab in my profile and nuked all of my moves out of existence. Obviously I can backtrack and find them all manually but I was wondering if its possible to just revert the edit.

http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...#pid109172

Are there any rules on retconning backstory of a character before their introduction to the Omniverse? I'm assuming you can't change anything that'll make major changes with their current continuity, but can one change details of their backstory as long as they don't majorly overhaul anything?

I wrote my alt's backstory back in 2015 and I feel like it needs to be polished and less weeb-tastic

The Sage landed in coarse grass, a glaring sun beating down on him from a stark blue sky. He took a moment to adjust to the rapid changes in climate, already regretting the woolen robe he had summoned back in the Syntech labs. He could see the skyline of a small city not too far away, which should be Carrefore. The Sage took a few moments to summon a more appropriate set of clothes. He stored away the robe, instead donning a hooded poncho with a muted blue color, over a set of sturdy brown clothes. This would not be a time for fancy looks and charm. He was going back into Imperial territory.

The now much more muted Sage made his way through the savannah grass, the dry plants rustling as he brushed past them. After the pomp of Karl’s facility, the city of Carrefore was a staunch reminder of the variety of lifestyles the Omniverse supported. The Sage moved quickly past a pair of imperial guards, though they were thankfully distracted by a game of sabaac and did not think much of the stranger. He moved through the crowded streets of Carrefore with a quiet speed, he had been a fool to go to Coasta del Sol with his imperial bounty, an inexperienced fool. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake for a second time. He would do his business discreetly and be on his way before imperial law enforcement was any the wiser.

The Sage made his way to Rick’s Café American. Evven during the early afternoon the sounds of carousing were audible from the street outside. Rick’s Café was never truly closed, and the imperial forces had learned just to leave it alone. The mark of a truly successful business.

The Sage entered, moving through the crowd swarming what he guessed was a drinking contest and made his way to the bar. The barkeep was a plump woman who could likely have used a touch less makeup, but she regarded him with a practiced eye that put the Sage instinctively on guard.

“You want a drink traveler?” she asked, turning towards the wall behind her.

“Something light, I have much to do before the end of the day.” He replied taking a seat. “Do you know of any troupes on their way to the Town with No Name? Any caravans that could use an extra hand?” He placed his payment, a larger amount than would be expected for the drink that was slid back his way.

The lady scooped up the money without missing a beat, and moved down the bar without saying a word. The Sage sipped his drink and glanced at his surroundings. There were a large variety of patrons in the place, even given the time of day. A trio of black leathered road warriors seemed to be eyeing him from their table. The Sage raised his mug in greetings, acting furtive would be the best way to encourage their curiosity.  The Sage continued to scan the rest of the room, but no one else he could see was paying him any attention. They seemed far too interested in the drinking game. Two Gamorreans were going head to head while a troll he could only assume had deserted Zul-Jinn’s war was taking bets from the cheering crowd. The Barkeep had gone into the back of the building, and that was something the Sage wasn’t particularly keen on. He couldn’t do anything about it, however, so he took another gulp of the flat liquid and mulled over his interactions during Dante’s Abyss.

Tearen Wover’s warning had apparently been hushed up by Karl Jak, or perhaps his reputation had led some to doubt the veracity of his words? At any rate, the Omniverse at large seemed not to be concerned with the situation, though his judgement of Tearen had seemed genuinely unsettled during his depiction of the tale. This led to one of two possible outcomes. Either Wover was overestimating the threat Diablo actually posed, or there was more going on than the Sage was aware of. Tearen had said that Diablo’s agents could leave the Underverse freely, if that was the case, they would be free to infiltrate every facet of the other factions relatively unimpeded. The Sage glanced back at the road warriors out of the corner of his eye. They had not lost their curiosity. Still watching him with an air of easy confidence. Wover had made the announcement to the Omniverse at large, and the Sage had been confirmed to have spoken with him. Had he made himself a target to Diablo’s agents in the process?

The Woman stepped out of the backroom suddenly, and passed by the Sage as she made her way to the end of the bar. He set his drink down, palming the leaflet of paper she had quickly placed as she went. Without a word he turned and left the Café. Not in a hurry, but he had gotten what he came for. Exiting back into the heat. He opened the paper. As he expected the Barkeep had written a name and directions.

Eckward Whistler? Let’s see how this goes… The Sage pocketed the note, and made his way through the crowded streets of Carrefore.

I would like to have Storm Troopers involved in the thread Gems and Replicas to battle against the Heartless that have appeared. Would someone please play them on the Story Teller account? I'll play the Heartless, just need someone to play the Storm Troopers.

Dante looked over one of the few things he held pride for in the Omniverse- the business he had intended to start. The van-shaped hole that since replaced the front door had been lazily blocked off with several strands of warning tape. A plank sign with "CONDEMNED" spray-painted in dripping orange was nailed over one of the windows. Past the yawning broken entrance was the darkness of an unlit foyer, the overhead light long since died out.

What a shame.

Gilgamesh's single unbroken gauntlet materialized in Dante's left hand. Anger and frustration guided it to the condemned sign, where he wrenched the steel fingers under the wood and pulled hard. The planks began to splinter at the nails, but only the top half broke loose from the harsh treatment, hanging by a single unbroken fiber.

Dante seethed, air hissing through his teeth. He stopped, balling his fists and tensing every muscle in his body. He let go, exhaling the breath in a sigh and letting the pressure escape. The devil hunter did not feel particularly better.

He walked up the two stone steps, reaching out with his gauntlet to tear away the tape all at once. With a closer look, Dante could tell the van had long since been removed. The damage the charging vehicle caused, however, was now much more apparent to see. A large hole in the wall lay with the remains of two doors splayed over it, exposing the storage room, basement access, and the bathroom. Two deep black skid tracks lay straight across the floor, indicating where the tires had come and then gone. Some demented mixtures of oil, brake fluid, and alien blood lay seeped out in half-dried puddles all over the place, leaving disgusting stains that no janitor would take pleasure in cleaning.

With every step of Dante's boots, the aging battle-torn floor creaked in protest. As he dropped the carrying case containing his weapons, the wood visibly buckled, just one more bash away from breaking entirely. The devil hunter took another good look as the sorry sight and sighed. Where to even start with this place...?

The Son of Sparda began to pace forward, considering his options. In the end, he merely upturned the single chair that remained in one piece, then collapsed into it.

For a while, Dante just sat there. The opposite view of the shop was not very welcoming, either. The remains of a Heel Navi remained in one corner, flattened against a smashed jukebox. The physical programs head was practically obliterated from when it had been blasted with Terminator.

...Heh. A killer robot, wrecked with a "Terminator". Irony.

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