"We have a room available if you need it, uh, sir, but are you sure you don't want to go someplace more expensive? I mean, you're a Prime, aren't you? You could probably stay at a fancy Tier-Two hotel with nothing but what you make by breathing."

"It's more than sufficient for my purposes!" All Might said happily.

"Don't you think you're overpaying me?" the manager of the place, practically human, but for the orange skin and bright red hair, asked.

"Nonsense man, I'm just trying to give back to the community!" All Might left the man behind, heading into his new apartment. Letting out a sigh, the perpetual grin slid off his face as he relaxed, and he let himself fall into a massive bean-bag chair. It felt good to have a place to call his own in the city. It was in the heart of the red light district of his particular quarter of Tier five. Gang presence was visible and had a potency everywhere he looked. There were very few shops that weren't marked were the ones in the worst shape. Broken windows, scratched doors, and the signs of recent repairs of things even worse. 

It would stop, All Might decided. He would make it stop. 

Getting up out of his bean bag chair, the superhero walked over to his window, looking out over the street below. He took in the smells, the sounds, of a living, breathing, city. A city choked by fear, by poverty, by crime. When those of Tier Five thought about who was in charge, they didn't think of Emperor Palpatine sitting amongst gleaming steel spires and surrounded by space marines and storm troopers. Although it was hardly better- at least it was stable. These people, when they thought about the people in charge, they thought about the gangs.

The Westside Coalition. The Gentlemen Jacks. The Gastropoda. The Lotus. The board of directors. And dozens of no-name and small-time groups of punks who have decided to resort to violence to either get their bread on the table, or for kicks. The group he had demolished yesterday was one such nameless pack of scavengers. 

It reminded him far too much of the Japan of his youth. While the Yakuza were still around- and the Villain Alliance. In his youth it had been so much worse. Sensei's coalition of supervillains, teenagers with nasty quirks giving into the temptation of running free and unchecked. While it seemed most people in this world were Quirkless, the Omniverse had a way of leveling the scales more-or-less. 

He had received a paper cut, in his muscle form. It wasn't harmful in any way- but he was practically invulnerable before. It took an opponent with a very rare degree of super strength to even break his skin in his prime. Crashing into buildings, being hit by knives, bullets, or having incredibly heavy objects dropped onto him- in his prime, he had nothing to fear for any of them. 

Not so in the Omniverse. He wasn't invulnerable, nor indestructible... but he was unkillable, according to Omni. That papercut had been a significant moment for him, something that put everything into perspective. 

He was a shadow of what All Might had been. 

He was strong- but there were stronger. He was fast- and there might be faster. He was tough- but there were certainly tougher.

"All Might" he said to himself, quietly. The name itself was more than just something catchy to be called. It was a promise. A promise that he would always succeed. That the public could put their trust in him, and that he would not let them down.

But as he was now... he couldn't keep that promise. At best, he could fight until he died, and then come back a week later and try and scavenge things. He wouldn't give up, he knew himself better than that. Until he learned of a place worse-off than Coruscant's lower Tiers, where he actually felt he could help, he knew he'd be there. He had determination, and his showing from the last night proved to himself that he could handle the lesser gangs without too much of an issue. 

But until he was all powerful, strong enough to be the Symbol of Peace for the city, for the Omniverse, he didn't deserve the title. 

With a deep sigh of regret, he peeled his costume off his body, and summoned a locked box to keep it in. 


He set the box down, and walked naked into his bathroom, staring at his chest, and trying to think of what kind of Symbol to display. If he was being honest with himself, he had been trying to be Superman. He was red, gold, and a lot of blue. He had a belt, it was skin-tight. But it worked. It fit. It was exactly what a country onset with supervillains needed in order to find hope again. 

But he couldn't be that man any more. Not until he was stronger, far stronger than he was now. Not until anything that tried to threaten the city found itself beaten back with overwhelming force. Only then would he be All Might. 

Right now, all he could offer the city was a Batman... but considering that there were storm troopers running around and his hotel's manager looked Tamaranean, there might very well already be a Batman in this city. But all the same!

Now, let's see... what shouts "Batman"? 

The first thought to pass his mind made him smile. He didn't approve of Vigilantes in modern Japan, as a matter of principle. But he acknowledged that they were a necessity, in a world before official Heroes. They were Heroes when no one else was. In the Omniverse, vigilantes like them would be just the right ticket. 

Besides, the man he was thinking of, he knew would approve. 

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This is a question that's been on my mind for a bit and is now coming up, with Dante's Abyss happening and Malon fighting in it.

Let's take the situation that your character gets in a fight, possibly with someone who has Mimic, but not necessarily. If they do have Mimic they copy your moves, that's all fine and dandy - it's what the power exists for. The fight finishes, you part way, then a few days later you see that your opponent is purchasing some of your moves, or submitting a very similar version to the Move Approvals.

Do you have a problem with other people doing that - purchasing your moves without first asking you for permission, or tweaking it in minor ways before buying it? Do you feel good because someone copies your awesome moves? Do you feel indifferent to it? I'm curious to know!

If enough people DO have a problem with it (and honestly, that's completely fine!) we might even come up with a fancy "please don't steal my moves/I have no problem with you copying my moves" signature thing like the PvP flag? Maybe, possibly?

So, yeah, the rules outright state that any secondaries that are pre-existing must be approved by staff, but I don't see people swarming to the NPC One Stop Shop to approve every case of this... so yeah. Putting them here. 


Rosie: http://animalcrossing.wikia.com/wiki/Rosie
Appeared prominantly in the Animal Crossing movie but that didn't release outside of Japan so most fans don't know it.
Otherwise, the only way to encounter her regular is randomly having her in your town. C-lister


Digby: http://animalcrossing.wikia.com/wiki/Digby
Isabelle's brother, works for the Happy Homes Academy. B-lister


K.K. Silder: http://animalcrossing.wikia.com/wiki/K.K._Slider
Travelling muscian. So definitely a B-Lister



Dunno if either will be an accidental summon or they are just going to be in the Omniverse...
Anyways, I think that's 5 points out of 6?

Not sure if i'm doing this right, I'm a relic from a bygone era where these rules were a lot looser.

Character name: Gengar

Character source: Pokemon Red and Blue

Character history: Gengar was once the strongest Pokemon belonging to Agatha, a powerful Ghost/Poison-type user of the Elite Four. Gengar had been caught by Agatha as a Gastly many years prior, when the octogenarian was only a teenager. Through the years, he evolved into Haunter, and finally to Gengar, where he grew to be her most beloved and most powerful Pokemon in her arsenal. For many years, Agatha reigned as the second-most powerful member of the Elite Four, right after Lance, the Dragon-type user. She stood as a beacon of the capability and potential of the elder demographic, and many people advanced in age respected her and looked up to her. As did Pokemon trainers, who aspired to beat her, but rarely did.

She was a callous and cranky thing as she aged, though she had always had a fiery temper. Gengar followed her command without question, having built a strong bond with the human. He relished his position as the top of her team's pecking order, and loved the thrill of battle, especially since the journey of so many aspiring Pokemon Masters ended at his hands. He had only been defeated twice in many years, and the losses had been consecutive; the rival trainers from Pallet Town, Red and Blue.

While irritated that his winning streak had been tarnished, and twice in a row, he picked himself up and continued his all-important role as Agatha's most elite Ghost-type Pokemon.

However, soon after the defeat at Red's hands, Agatha took ill. Her passing was swift.

Agatha had never married or had children. Fiercely protective of her achievements, her will stated that no one was to have her prized Pokemon. Instead, they were to be released. For the first time in almost seventy years, Gengar was ... free.

The executor of Agatha's will, as part of the old trainer's wishes, also granted Gengar his Pokeball. He didn't know why; free from Agatha's sway, he had no need for the orb anymore.

But he kept it.

As Gengar glided away, a whole new world reopening to him, he felt an alien presence seize him ...

Physical Description:



Standing a short 4 feet, 11 inches tall and weighing 40.5kg, Gengar is a humanoid spirit composed of purple, poison gas. His menacing red eyes and ever-fixed grimace take up half of his body, and does not have a neck to separate his head from his torso. He has two large ears that jut off the side of his head, a row of spikes that run down his back, and a stumpy tail.

Stats:
ATK: 1
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 5

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged (1000)

Starting Powers: Flight (1800), Phasing (1200)

Starting Moves: Shadow Ball (requires Ranged) (300) - Gengar channels shadow energy between his hands for three seconds, forming a black-purplish orb the size of a basketball, lightning racing across its surface. Gengar then throws the constructed attack at the speed of an arrow, with an effective range of 100 metres before it dissipates. Gengar can cast this as many times as he likes, but non-stop usage of the move will tire him considerably after the fifth consecutive repetition.



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Character name: Aloysius Koehler
Nickname: Cole

Character source: Variant of Bleach

Character history:
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Aloysius Koehler is a pureblood Quincy, coming from a prestigious but currently undercover family of such. The Koehler family, as they are known now, are known for their variable, potent elemental abilities, though like all Quincy families, their family was cut down to size following the aftermath of the Shinigami-Quincy war that took place during the timespan of the two World Wars on Earth. Cole, a nickname derived from his current surname, wasn't one that liked to sit around and following the mysterious death of his mentor and great grandfather, as well as the disappearance of his grandfather and others in his extended family, he decided to take the Quincy's ideals of protecting the world against the Hollows and all other threats to heart and began traveling abroad.

On his journeys, he fought in the battles against Aizen Sosuke, having been taught by one Fukaku Nayamasa, a renegade Quincy that took another path down the road of revenge than what Cole has done, but share similar convictions all the same. He met Rizuka Minamoto, a Shinigami Captain in charge of the SRDI, and began wondering if the wounds between Quincy and Shinigami in the wake of the devastating war could be mended. After all, Cole does not share the same ideals for vengeance as Nayamasa and many others did, believing that both sides were likely at fault and that he should judge people by their actions, and not the actions of their predecessors. This being one of the rare moments that Cole ever stopped to ponder the past mistakes of his ancestors, as he believes in the now and the near future, never stopping or hesitating to press forward. He was and still is reckless and naive, but is committed to his ideals through even the darkest days.

Following the defeat of Aizen, Cole wandered the world seeking clues and answers to the memories that sprung up from a spirit that took home in him and only awoke recently. He discovered clues and rumors of an ancient Quincy ritual, something called the Seishin Tsume. Without even thinking of the consequences, and desiring to stabilize the spirit within him and keep it from certain destruction, he commenced with the ritual. Requiring the potential sacrifice of his arm, and maybe his life, as well as complete and total commitment to the ideals and purpose of the Quincy, the Seishin Tsume took hold and granted him power and potential greater than he had before, but was still unstable and prone to outbursts. Under the tutelage of the only remaining elder who knew the secret of the Seishin, a man known as Mukashi Chikashi, Cole began to slowly master and train this new power.

This in time for his capture by a golden-eyed immortal known simply as Fumetsu. A mysterious man of incredible strength and wielding a similar power to Cole, Fumetsu had been planning for years to gather enough spiritual energy into a reservoir by draining the souls of any he captured, and binding other souls to himself as slaves to his will. Creating an army of feral Hollows, and capturing Nayamasa himself, Fumetsu began a series of devastating conflicts that ravaged the face of the world and the Soul Society. This one-sided war saw many dead heroes before culminating in a final conflict between the remaining Captains and survivors against Fumetsu, who had essentially harvested most of the world and gained unimaginable power from it. The battle raged on, as Cole, freed from Fumetsu's control through a mixture of his Seishin Spirit, the soul of his mentor and Great Grandfather as well as Nayamasa's aid, bound Fumetsu's soul to his own and contained him for eternity.

Many years passed since that battle, and Cole still carries the scars of his struggles. Still holding onto the souls of his mentor and Great Grandfather, as well as the man who murdered him and most of the world, Fumetsu, Cole still went on to protect the survivors from the vagrant hordes of Hollows and rogues left in the aftermath of the devastation, working towards a better future.

And then Saiko, an insane and ancient Hollow who sought to evolve mankind through ceaseless conflict, appeared in the world and, as usual, he and others sought to stop her. Though success eventually came against even this monstrosity, Cole would never see the day. He was last found being thrown down into an abyss, covered in wounds and blood trailing behind him. It was at this moment that Omni summoned him to the multiverse.

A few things to note: This version of Bleach does not have an Ichigo Kurosaki has the main character and hero, and the events surrounding or caused by him didn't occur. After Aizen, it was all made-up story arcs, so Yhwach never existed here either. Also noteworthy is that Quincies tended to live longer lives than Humans, and could reach a couple hundred years with the Seishin, hence why his grandfather and his great grandfather were alive for so long. The two survived through the Quincy-Shinigami war and the two World Wars, the former having been born in them.

As for Cole's general personality, he is dedicated to protecting others, often at the sacrifice of his own wellbeing. He is almost obsessive about claiming victory at any cost, is generally reckless, often to a fault, and is naive and quick to trust others, a trait that often comes back to harm him. He can be a bit shy at times when trying to hold a conversation, but has since worked in correcting the social awkwardness of his youth. He can be a bit rude, but often has the best intentions, even if his heart leads him astray at times. One can say that he relies heavily on luck and persistence rather than skill and focus, but don't underestimate his resolve, as when he's pushed to the brink, he has often found a way to strike back and turn the tables on his opponents.
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Physical Description:
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Still in his early twenties, Cole has a long life to live yet. He is reasonably tall, at about six feet, and weighing in at 170 lbs (76 kg), he is thin and athletic. He has medium-length, somewhat unkempt golden-blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes that can turn aflame with either yellow or blue fire, depending on his focus and mood at the given time. Although young, Cole has fought in many battles against Hollows, Shinigami, Quincies, and even some spiritually-empowered Humans. As a result, he has several scars ranging from burns, cuts, and a plethora of others along his front and back torso, legs, and arms. He often wears long-sleeves and pants to cover these up, not wanting to give the wrong impression.

Along his left arm are three circular marks and a black band that circles around the wrist and connects them. Sprouting off the band is a tattoo vaguely resembling the wing of an eagle, spiraling up his arm, along his back where the body of the eagle appears, and down the other arm for the other wing. The tattoo appears tribal in nature and style. This represents his Seishin Tsume, and how connected it is to Cole's own spirit. The larger the tattoo, the more connected. At its current size, it is almost completely synchronized, a testament to the years Cole has spent fighting alongside his Seishin Spirit.

Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 1
SPD: 4
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency (1000 OM)

Starting Powers:
Burst Movement (Ausweichen) (800 OM)
Super Speed (Hirenkyaku) (1000 OM)
Super Jump - Basic (300 OM)
Master Acrobat (400 OM)

Starting Moves:
Quincy Bow: Tentai Hono - 300 OM (Requires Ranged Proficiency)
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Appearance
When active, Cole gains twin, long-barreled magnums in either hand which appear to be made of spiritual energy at first before solidifying. On the handle of each magnum lies a loop with a chain running through it, which spirals along Cole's arms and then ends in his back, embedded into his skin. The chains seem to pulse with energy. The tattoo that adorns Cole's skin begins to glow a fiery red, as a dim aura of fire envelopes him. Each of the magnums has a unique reticule, taking the shape of the Quincy Crosses that Cole used, one a Grapevine cross that belongs to Cole, and the other a Coptic Cross that belongs to his Great Grandfather.

Features
Cole requires two seconds to fully materialize the magnums and use them, but he need not be stationary to do so, as it only requires a moderate amount of focus. However, he requires the two Quincy Crosses on his person to materialize this weapon. The two magnums have a combined fire rate of twenty rounds per second (ten rounds per second for each magnum), and have a sustained firing period of five seconds before requiring Cole to reload. The magnums fire normal-sized bullets that travel at roughly the same speed as one, but each bullet has a fiery effect to them, applying a burning effect upon contact. The burning effect does not last longer than a split second.

For Cole to reload his magnums, he need only draw in ambient energy for two seconds, requiring only a moderate amount of focus to do so. If a magnum is destroyed or knocked out of his hand, it dematerializes, as the chain that connects the magnum can be broken easily. The chains are made of spiritual energy, and do not function like normal chains, and cutting them may disrupt the flow of energy into the magnums, forcing Cole to reload the affected weapon. If one of the guns is destroyed, it may be rematerialized for an appropriate amount of time and concentration (1 second per magnum).

Most of Cole's abilities will require the activation of his Quincy Bow.
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Sutakira - 300 OM (Requires Ranged Proficiency, Quincy Bow: Tentai Hono)
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Via concentrating energy into both magnums, Cole is capable of firing thin, but potent beams of fiery energy. They are fast, bright, and quite loud, emanating a deafeningly loud shrieking noise when fired. The ability requires five seconds to charge, in which time Cole may not fire, but can continue moving. If he utilizes powers that require a degree of focus, the charge time is delayed by a couple seconds longer. Upon completion of this charge time, the twin magnums may fire up to four beams, two each, at Cole's discretion. Cole may also continue firing as normal with his guns, but will have to recharge upon the use of all four beams. He may not gain additional use by overcharging this ability, and once the last beam is fired, he must wait fifteen seconds before charging up again. The effective recasting time is therefore 20 seconds in total.

The beams themselves are small and thin, being roughly two centimeters in diameter, but are lethal due to their piercing effect, capable of punching through some objects and weak defenses on their way to the target. Upon impact, the beams cause flame to erupt in a four centimeter radius around and inside the wound, causing flames to burn the target alongside the kinetic force inflicted by the impact. The flames last no longer than a moment before dissipating. Once it impacts the intended target, or a person at all, it will not continue through them. The beam travels at the speed of a bullet, and Cole may not fire two beams at the same time, they must be fired in succession. If the beam meets stiffer defenses or obstacles, it may simply fizzle out before making its way through them, therefore nullifying it. If one of the firearms is destroyed, any unused beam charges stored in that particular gun are also lost.
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I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

Where did you find us?
On the back of a cereal box.

If anyone should be willing to do it for free, I would like to have a picture of Repliku in a different outfit than he has on presently. I can provide a text description of the outfit if it would help whoever make such an outfit. Well outfits as they, if you would (that's for anyone who will), would be willing to do so, would be used by me for Repliku's  "Drive Forms" or Transformations or Alt Forms on this site. The first outfit would be used as Repliku's new clothing, as I despise that tacky outfit that he is wearing currently.

Again.

The Templar scratched at his throat, coughing. He couldn't see a thing.

Again.

Shay Patrick Cormac coughed. Strep throat, he thought idly, on the topic of his throat. Wonder why.

The privateer was surprised with himself. It's been a long time since he's expressed sarcasm in a moment like this; no control over what he saw or felt, whether he lived or died. Yet, the man was grateful that he was alive. That much he knew.

It was so quick, one moment it was the searing heat of the Dunes, and now this. Tears almost welled up in his eyes as he realized how pathetic he felt. He moved his head, and all it brought him was a migraine. Only a few drops of his salt flowed down his cheeks. Shay couldn't even bother to rub it off; it was too much to bear. Using all of the waking strength he had, he sat upright.

The Templar still couldn't see. Not like he'd want to, either. Shay kept his eyes shut, even if he knew he could open them. He wanted so bad to wake up in Fort Arsenal, his home. Perhaps he'd also like the nauseating swaying of the Morrigan, his ship, as he lay his head down on the desk of the captain's quarters. Hell, even the homestead of Achilles Davenport, the very place he'd see his own friends, his family, betray him.

The thought of the Davenport manor disgusted him. Yet, in comparison to Enel and the fate that man bestowed upon the Templar? Bliss.


Shay couldn't keep the tears from flowing.

Dante’s Abyss Power Rankings - Preshow
 
32.  Tamsin Suzaku – A serving girl who seeks her green friend.  The making of a best-selling young adult series.  Way too pleasant and way too oblivious-looking.  We’ll see.
 
31.  Lord Zedd – No clothes?  No skin?  No problem for me.
 
30.  Deadpool – Another year, another time where Mr. Wade shows up fully clothed and stands around until the game starts.  Boring!  Huge disappointment.
 
29.  Madbull – Another year, another cop?  I hope this one doesn’t threaten me with the cuffs (or do I? :*)
 
28. “The Humble Sage” – An old man with no name.  I half-expect us to find out he’s “TRAPPED IN THE OMNIVERSE GOD NUMBER 2432342” by Day 2.
 
27. Enel – TRAPPED IN THE OMNIVERSE GOD NUMBER 2432335
 
26. Batman – Please stop smoking.  It’s bad for your lungs.
 
25. Odin – TRAPPED IN THE OMNIVERSE GOD NUMBER 2432357
 
24. Harry Potter – A wizard.  Wizard?  How quaint.
 
23. Archer – You might not want to announce to the world that you’re a secret agent.  Defeats the purpose.  Also, your suit is cheap.
 
22. Gamzee – Are you sure you wouldn’t rather sign a sponsorship with Pepsi?  They pay better than the second-rate competition you peddle.
 
21. Dane – I’m always a fan of the rugged look.  Grow your hair a little more and you could probably make some money posing for romance novels.
 
20. Jak Mar – Oh, you’re back!  I’m sure you’ll have a blast this time =)
 
19. Malon – See “Suzaku, Tamsin.”
 
18. Clownpiece – Some type of evil fairy from hell?!  Sign me up, sounds fun.
 
17. Isaac – If you’re attempting to fill the ‘metal marine-looking thing’ niche, you have an uphill battle *single tear*
 
16. Bendy – Man, we got fairies from hell, and we got cartoon demons.  And they told me I couldn’t top the cat-dog from last year.
 
15. Cirno – Two fairies?!  Sounds like the beginning of my summer vacation.
 
14. Cell – Hahahahahaha.  And I thought Gero wouldn’t take me seriously.
 
13. Illidan – What’s it like to be with Dracula?  Does he bite hard or is it more of a gentle nibble?? 
 
12. Wu Kong – You don’t look Asian? 
 
11. Abyss – You have a squid on your head.  *muffling in background* Oh, that is your head.  Lovely.  So do you always smell the ocean?!
 
10. Strazio Rockwell – Oh, Mr. Rockwell.  Won’t help me find my missing plane, but the moment we mention violence, you’re beating the door down.  Clap, clap.
 
9. Dawn – A cold-blooded killer.  I’m going to call you “Evil Samus.” 
 
8. Little Ghost – Adorable.  A midget with butterfly wings and a nail. And to think, the last time around all we had going for us was that little mouse guy.
 
7. Vic Hendy – A handyman from Coruscant.  My people tell me this guy seems dumb and naïve.  Has a nice look about him.
 
6. Shinmen – “Not Hiro.” 
 
5. Dust – A self-described ‘lazy beach bum’.  I have some nice cabanas you can stay in after this event, if you don’t have summer plans?
 
4. Gradawdasfsdfasd – I think this is a typo.  ‘The blue girl thing with the dumb face’?  Huh.
 
3. Tony Redgrave – What a stupid, stereotypical Caucasian name.  I’m not even buying these names at this point.
 
2. Tearen Woever – You can change a face and a body, but you can’t change what you are.  Trust me, I’d know.
 
1. Gildarts – Wade is a lazy bum.  This is the de facto “I know how to kill people on an island” person.  Comes with metal, karate-chopping action.  And we don’t have any scary minority women to hack off your limbs.

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Out of the Nexus, Essent stumbled through the gate. What was beyond the gate was what she was looking for. Civilization. And a place to hide. Essent kept calm, though. As long as she doesn't reveal her location online, she should be safe. Unless some things happen. But she kept calm either way. She can't get worked up now. Only at the last minute she will... Or if she's told ahead of time by someone she trusts. Essent took the calm time to look around the city. It sure was bustling. Kinda like a vacation town if the palm-tree-gate is anything to go by. It was really sunny and the streets were full of sand. Up above her was a sign.

"Costa del Sol...? Sounds like a nice place."

Essent's hands were in her hand pockets as she walked down the street. She's gonna need a change of outfit. Something different than her normal clothes. As she walked, she began to focus, maybe something more... Secretive. After a couple minutes of walking, Essent's clothes changed to a nice green sleeveless hoodie (with hood up), a thin long sleeved olive-colored shirt underneath, black shorts (that reach her knees), tan sandals, and sunglasses that fit her prescriptions so she can still see. Her hair was in a low ponytail so it could be wrapped around her neck. This is the perfect outfit. Hopefully if she's found he won't recognize her facial structure. And she can't use her powers. She cannot switch back to her normal outfit until she knows she's safe.

Essent sat down on a bench, twiddling her fingers and head down. Man this really felt like she was in Assassin's Creed. Hoodie, hiding from greatest enemy, blending in... Interesting. Maybe a hint of Prototype because of her powers. Who knows? In the end, Essent was left to think for herself. Her greatest enemy is in the Omniverse. He summoned a kid. Her head is wanted on his platter. Essent has gone through several steps to hide: do not reveal location, change appearance, say nothing, remain anonymous. Change name if needed, dye hair if needed, different color eyes if needed... She's gonna have to change her physical self in order to get by without being found.

Then she began to remember the good times before the incident. Ethan... The lab... The many fist powers she was able to study... It was all a normal life. Well, somewhat normal due to her powers. Her crush on Ethan... The way he looked, sounded, his personality... He was one kind man to her. And then... He died. His charred bones left after Sun Wu Kong's explosion. She was the only survivor from her lab. All she could do... Was fight back. And move on. She finished the job, and now the past has come back to haunt her... She began to... Cry? Well, not really sobbing, just tears flowing down her face. She was silent for five whole minutes before a large orb of omnilium came out of her.

It began to take a human shape... Familiar features. Short light brown hair, tan skin, green eyes... Lab coat, brown work shirt underneath, brown badge, dark brown work pants, black boots... Essent looked up to find a long lost face...

"Ethan...?"

The young man looked at Essent with surprise and then at himself, confused. What the heck happened to him? Essent raised her sunglasses, allowing the other to recognize her face. And when he did...

"Oh goodness... Essent... You're alright- oof!"

Essent already went up to hug him, tears flowing down her face and onto his lab coat. Her sunglasses were askew on her head but after a while she let go and fixed everything on her. This... This was one happy reunion. Something to get her mind off of her problem. A smile was on her face... This... This is the greatest time to start over. In a new world. In a great place.

"I missed you..."

"What happened?"

"I'll... Give you the whole story. Just... Follow me. And remain anonymous."

"How... Come...?"

"Part of the story. C'mon..."

The two began to walk through the streets, as far from the gate as they possibly can. Essent talked about what happened after the lab was destroyed as they walked. How Ethan died, the True War Tournament, her True Fist, and the fact that his murderer is in the world... And she wasn't talking in her normal extravagant manner. She was more... Soft and right to the point. This reunion is one heck of one on her part. It was with the very person she saw die right in front of her eyes... Seeing as she brought him back... It was a miracle to her that she could. Sure, she moved on, but grief is a lingering feeling.

Eventually the two found a place to relax a bit, far away from the gate. Ethan recapped the story in questions with Essent putting out various "mmhm"s as he went along. Essent kept her head down, as if glum. Ethan put on his concerned face and patted Essent's shoulder.

"Listen... I know it may be hard for you... But at least we made it through, right? You brought me back... You survived to tell the tale... And we only come out stronger, right?"

"Yeah, but the thing is, coming here weakened my powers... I haven't done much since I've got here. I'm not sure what he's doing though or how much of his power he got back. I'm not sure if I can face him again. That's why I said to remain anonymous. So... Call me... Rose? Perhaps?"

"Alright... I understand."

Essent let out a sigh.

"C'mon... Where's the Es- Rose that cracks a joke?"

"I don't think I can after this heavy revelation..."

"Listen. Maybe after a while, we can rebuild the lab. Maybe studying this world can help cheer you up. You're always up for science, right?"

"Yeah..." Essent smiled. "Yeah! I... I guess we can do that."

Ethan pat her on the back. "Atta, girl!" Essent let out a little laugh. It was good to have Ethan back... Perhaps this isn't so bad after all...