"A.N.N.A, No!!!" The Robot shot up, feeling around their chest area like something was missing. 'Oh, right, i forgot. She didn't enter the Omniverse with me.' The tone of Deman's voice changed dramatically, now having a sad undertone to it before having it change into a fairly neutral mood. 'But where in the Omniverse am I anyway, it looks like where I first entered this universe, but everything's so dark. And if is that place then how did I get back here the last thing I remember as leaving the stone city wit... ARGH!' Images of four people flashed into Des's head, the first a blonde elven boy, the next a tall pale women, after that was a sliver haired man in a red coat, and the last a flayed man, the last one threatening to bring some negative feelings to the surface. "Who are those people, maybe they know what happened, or Shion does, I guess if I want to find any of them the best guess is walk untill I find someone to point me in the right direction.'  And with that our brave little robot moved in a random direction like he did at the start, determined to investergate.

This is gonna be rough. Rather than risk dying in the Colosseum without seeing the island again, how about we agree to turn off SP use for the fight? Better to go back to the island with a few bruises than to get murdered up here, amirite?

Chakravartin began to laugh, the moment he regained consciousness. This resulted in him coughing up a little more gold liquid as he regained his senses, "Did I die?" it didn't feel like dying did in his old world, if that was the case. 

"No." Erika growled, the single word expressing how large disappointment that was for her. She was standing on the other end of the safehouse, glaring at an unfamiliar box. "Karl cut the match short."

"Talk about high-tension shit." Gamzee said, grinning a bit, "You really peppered me there, stings like something fierce."

"Kekeke..." Chakravartin laughed, "I can barely move. By My holy Name, that hurt... I want to offer taking this outside- finishing the match how it should, with at least one of us dying, but I don't think I can make it out the door, for a little while. Transformed too many times." Chakravartin frowned, and looked to the clown, "You there, we shared a toast, did we not? Can you help me up?"

"That was a distraction for you to blow us up." Erika growled.

"It's all good, fight's all done and overwith." Gamzee said, reaching over and lifting the child to his feet without much effort, "Tuckered out kid?"

"Hah! Yes. Though... let's see if I can't get to my feet."

Before he could manage to stand up without the support, two more Primes entered the bunker, a truly massive man with extended earlobes, and the handyman from the bar.

"CHRIIIIIIISSSS!"

A single word, mangled and screamed with the last breath in lungs scorched and burning under an onslaught of molten rock and rampant mutation. A single word, full of so much hate and wrath directed at a single point, a single person, the laser-guided fury drowned out the unbearable pain of the bath of liquefied earth he rested in.

"If I go down...I'm taking the two of you with me!"

His grip on the helicoper tightened further. A groaning of metal in protest, and the entire thing lurched crazily, listing wildly and unsteadily in the air. Every tug sent a new wave of wobbling and swaying to it, the slimy tendrils of virus-born mutation not giving an inch.

Wesker's vision was fading. Clouded in equal parts by a red haze of anger, the shimmering heat of lava bubbling around him, and the darkening of the world as his life bled away. Only one thing remained clear: the aircraft bearing his most hated nemesis. The one man who had ruined everything he had worked for, for SO LONG! Wesker was going to die. He had accepted it, but he wasn't going to go down alone. He was going to...

His plans hit an immediate end, without his approval. A rocket tore through his head, the explosive payload detonating in the magma behind him and throwing him forward. The searing heat ripped through the tentacles borne from his arm, engulfing him in a wave of liquid rock. He disappeared in the fireball and wave of lava, finally gone for good.

...but he didn't cease to think, or to exist. He suspected it at first, as all he could see was blackness. A black void, and nothing else. Then he saw something else. A white shadow, a spot of light in the blackness. Inverse of the usual, strange and surreal. And it spoke to him.

"My name is Omni. This is not the world you know."

He knew, then. Albert Wesker knew, then. He had made it. He had overcome, and gone to his rightful place. Chris had thought it was finally over...but it was just getting started.

Hi, sorry. I derped. I know you're not supposed to save drafts because it makes rest points wonky but I clicked the wrong button and, like you warned, my rest points have gone wonky. I'm still at 300 full. Could someone delete that post and I'll post it again?

It's been days since Jacket had the nightmare that involved other primes which were strangers to him. Lately, he's been trying to take it easy, back at his apartment and around in tier four. Not only he's been exploring places but driving in his Delorean around between tier one through tier four since he found it relaxing from looking at the different skylines. Sometimes, he would park somewhere that had a pleasant view of the city and spend about an hour or more enjoying the view. On the news, he's been hearing another vigilante has risen within Coruscant and they described as Batman wearing nothing but black and gray with a bat symbol on his chest.

When Jacket saw the sighting of this so-called "Batman" on the news, it's funny that he looked like a hero from a comic book. Although this was the Omniverse and there are primes that come from strange places. There was also another report going around about a prime who was being wanted by the Empire and he appeared to be another hero from a comic book. Strangely enough, the picture of the prime had a huge smile. Probably the biggest smile that Jacket has ever seen.

They called him "All Might" and judging from his recorded height, he was a buffed out prime. Not only they got noticed but the orc mafia's weapons warehouse that exploded made it on television too. Dante's Abyss has recently begun and Jacket has been watching it a lot back at his apartment or out getting a drink at a local bar. Jacket thought it was interesting that the Omniverse had a show with people that would fight for survival. At least it was primes and Jacket could see why they would use them rather than secondaries. Sometimes when Dante's Abyss came on, he would summon pizza and soda for his dinner if he was at his apartment. Eating and watching this competition with a bunch primes that came from different verses was cool.

For a while, his home phone hasn't gone off with strange calls. He would get a telemarketer call which those were always refused by himself. Still, something strange was happening to him as always. Every day, Jacket hasn't forgotten the words his deceased hooker girlfriend has said to him in his past nightmare.

"Come meet me at the library on Tier-5 when you wake up,"

Days have gone by, he's been telling himself that it wasn't real and his mind are playing tricks on him. Today has been good for him so far. His morning was relaxing with a delicious meal. The news still sparked about certain primes that were changing the city. After watching TV for a bit, he switched to an input channel and turned on his NES and put in a game cartridge. The game that was on the TV screen was Contra, a shoot ‘em up game. Jacket wasn't really into the advanced game systems that were advertised and still liked playing his games like he was back in 1989.

After playing the game for thirty minutes, his retro home phone began to ring.

Jacket ignored the ringing since he thought it was another telemarketer. The answering machine began to speak after the phone ranged enough times.

"You have a new message!"

BEEP!

"Hey! This is Chris from Neon Nights Club and we are inviting you to a special party tonight! There will be great party music playing and the dance floor is amazing! Make sure you come with your killer moves to show off to anyone. The best part is, drinks are on the house! That's right free drinks! Our address is 2011 SW 19th Street. Dress to kill! See ya!"

CLICK

The message end while Jacket was still sitting on the couch playing video games. He got off the sofa and turned the NES off. Everything got shut off and Jacket locked up his apartment before walking down the hall. The prime proceeded to the elevator and pressed the button for ground floor. It took five minutes to exit the apartment building. His Delorean was parallel parked, between hover cars.

Jacket walked onto the driver side and unlocked the car. The driver's gull wing door opened by him and got in not too fast or slow. He started up the car when he shut the door behind him and began driving down the street with his GPS giving him directions.

Hello!! I have a question, or 4.. =\


So Ash is a gamer, and I imagine even in the future that is her backstory that she could get copies of games from 'back in the good ole days' that would include many games that several characters came from, so she would definately recognize people like Jack Mar from Jak and Daxter, Dante from Devil May Cry, Link from LoZ, and even the Final Fantasy characters. Is this allowed? Can I be a fan-girl? 


Secondly, if I wanted to give Ash moves based off games she's played, would she need "mimic"?

Name: Ada Wong

Spent OM: 12,500 OM

Proficiencies (3000); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000), Area Attack Proficiency (600), Buff Proficiency (400)

Powers (6200/8000); Master Acrobat (400), Insight (1600), Stealth (1200), Healing (3000)

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At some point (high importance if you are currently in a fight), you should send me your preferences on sparing people (eliminate them without killing them) or killing or banishing people in the event that you win a fight that would eliminate an individual.

Hell, you could just post here saying "I will rip out everyone's heart because fuck people" or "I'll spare everyone, because I'm a bleeding heart." and that'll be contractually binding enough.

I don't mind if you send me a list of 10 people you'd spare and 20 people you'd murder in a heartbeat, but just make sure you send me a list. 

Lists aren't final and you can modify them after you send them in, I don't mind.  Just don't forget to.