Happy Birthday to our own Gamzee Makara and Doctor Doom/Moon Knight!

Sadly I couldn't find an image that combines the two and I have no notable skill in image editting, so please accept these themed desserts instead!







I hope you both have an excellent birthday!

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Sorry if this is answered anywhere else, I was genuinely confused by the rule threads.

Did I need to get my moves approved in the move thread or were they approved along with the rest of the starting point?

Also is there a step-by-step guide for new joiners so I don't keep losing a handle on it?

Chatterly didn't like wizards.


The reason for his antipathy was simple: Wizards, by definition, were intelligent - though not necessarily smart, which to Chatterly was a very important distinction - and they were inveterate busybodies. You'd walk into their tower, or cottage, or manky little shop, and pay good money for a tincture of invisibility and some seven-league boots, and without fail they would be scrying on you the very moment you left the door. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd finished with some piece of difficult, messy work only for a magical interloper with a smarmy look on his face to step out of the shadows triumphantly tsk-tsking. 

The first few times, he'd gone along with whatever byzantine demands they'd offered in exchange for silence - and, admittedly, cultivated some useful contacts along the way. However, he'd figured out very quickly that outside of the floating city of Dalaran there were very few wizards (sorcerously-inclined Primes excepted, naturally) who could actually do much about it if a sufficiently skilled and determined individual wanted to - in a strictly non-magical sense - make them disappear. 

Fortunately for both Chatterly's patience and the health of the already-thin wizarding population, the Duke eventually hired a hedge-wizard to serve the court of Harnburg, which meant his agent could get most of his magical needs attended to in-house - a fact which made Chatterly predisposed to like the new arrival . 

If only the man wasn't such an asocial little tit. 

Appearing in the Astral Realm felt familiar. As he peered around, Aang surmised this was where Roku had appeared in his dream. No matter which way he looked, the world appeared limited; shrouded and finite. When he stepped, it expanded, but just barely. It seemed the land was swathed in a dense fog. "Well... I'm here... what now?"

Aang decided it was best to look around for starters. However, the alehouse did not appear. He was in the middle of nowhere. The Avatar was immediately reminded of the Spirit World he was used to; a strange and mysterious place. It was outrageously complicated, and sectioned depending on the desires of the local spirit. Some were pleasant... some... not so much.

At the very thought of one such unpleasant spirit, the fog fades to one side. Aang's heart stopped as he saw a familiar cave. "Oh no..." It couldn't be. Aang shook his head, removing the very idea of Koh from his mind. "No... no one else followed me. I'm the only one." The fog slowly covered the path again. That was not very settling at all...

Laughter broke the setting dread. It was a distant giggle, but Aang was following it almost desperately. The laugh would be so much better than Koh, no matter what it was. It sounded high pitched, but not shrill, the laughter of a child. The innocent sound might be from a good spirit. That would make his day, right about now.

Though the Avatar expected a spirit, what he did not expect to come across was what appeared to be a whole town of spirits. Not only that, but many of them appeared to be human. Aang had been running, but his pace slowed. The laughter's source was obvious now; a pair of children just outside of this odd town.

"Ehem..." Aang cleared his throat to make his presence known. The children did not quite seem to notice him. He moves closer and tries again. "Ehhehemmm...." Still nothing. It was so strange, like the children could not even see or hear him. When Aang came to kneel beside them, he caught a glimpse of their faces for the first time.

The monk immediately stands and backs away. They were faceless. Koh really was here. Aang was almost ready to pass out when a chilling presence startled him back to life. His gaze shifted, and there stood a man-like beast, shrouded with branches growing form his brow. All Aang could see of the spirit was its eyes. They seemed to stare into his soul.

Tempted to run, Aang stayed only because his legs refused to work. He felt like a child again. He could not fight, especially not a spirit this strong. Almost a minute passed, and the Beast did not advance. Aang still did not flee, but now it was more because this spirit did not advance. The fear Aang held slowly faded. It did not appear outright malevolent - at least not at this point in time.

With slow, careful steps, Aang walks around the children and into the town. The beast did not follow. It did not even keep its gaze on Aang for long. When those eyes were off of him, it felt like his heart started beating again. Fresh oxygen ran to his head as he remembered to breath.

Now he had to focus on actually doing what he came here to do... He could figure everything else out later.

Taking care of Appa hadn't been a simple affair, as they pushed further into the city. While there were stables and courtyards- even ones that catered to unusual mounts, none of them could handle an animal of Appa's size. And the few that could didn't meet Aang's own standards of cleanliness. 

Be that as it may, they couldn't exactly float menacingly over the streets, nor could they parade him on the streets, as the roads would only get narrower and harder on the beast's feet the further up they headed. 

In the end, they talked to a man on the outskirts of Minas Tirith, a farmer with room in his barn, and enough hay to keep Appa satisfied for weeks. The trio weren't sure how long they would stick around for, but better safe than sorry. 

Aang and Chakravartin both contributed enough Omnilium that the farmer wasn't about to shirk his new Appa-caring duties anytime soon. 

Lysandra took the lead, as they explored further into Minas Tirith. The exuberant girl tended to follow whatever caught her eye, very much enjoying the atmosphere of the castle town, and the dress fit for royalty Chakravartin had crafted for her. Aang and Chakravartin- being without any goal in particular in this part of the city, played along. Aang enjoying the shopping trip, and Chakravartin taking in the culture, the clothes, and the fruit.

It was the smell of a particular kind of fruit that drew Chakravartin to one building in particular.

While there was alcohol aplenty in Minas Tirith, something wafting from this building in particular drew him forward. 

"Chakra?" Aang asked, looking up. "A... bar, really? You want to go in?"

"I smell something." Chakravartin said with a thoughtful expression. 

"Wine?"

"Yes."

"Well, that solves the mystery. Come on, I don't exactly want to see you drunk."

"I do!" Lysandra said, joining them at the entrance to the building- a place advertised as the "Crescent Moon Alehouse".

Chakravartin stepped inside, followed quickly by Lysandra, and Aang reluctantly followed. 

When the Avatar, bridge between humans and spirits, stepped inside, he immediately regretted it. The air felt frozen, though he could tell it wasn't that cold. There was a powerful, malicious chill in the air. He looked between his two companions, and seeing that neither appeared the least bit bothered by the horrible cold, just made it feel more wrong.

An older woman was kneeling by the bar, sighing, cleaning up the wine that had obviously escaped from the broken tankard barrel next to her. It explained why the smell was so strong, Chakravartin thought, looking at the dark red-brown stain on the floor. His eyes slid to the tankard itself, and he raised a bushy brow at the sight. It had been torn open, as if by claws, from the inside out.

"We... should get out of here." Aang said quietly. 

"Why, we just got here." Lysandra said, "It's nearing evening anyway. We might as well see what kind of food they have available. Besides, it's not too bad. Nobody's trying to sell me death sticks, so it's better than the place I usually went to on Coru- my old hometown." she caught herself. No one in Camelot was going to be especially friendly with a Coruscant native.

"Oh! Customers, please, do excuse the mess. A tankard, uh, fell. Clumsy of me, I know. I guess I'm just getting up in years." the woman said, brushing off her apron, she glanced down at her hands, and her eyes shot wide open at the sticky red substance clinging to them. She recovered quickly, shoving her hands behind her back, and smiling uneasily at the trio, "I uh, just have some wine on my hands. I'll wash up, and then we'll see about getting you three young fellows something nice, huh?" the old woman quickly hurried into the kitchen. As she passed the trio, Aang shivered at the smell. 

Lysandra had never smelled it, not really. Chakravartin had smelled it countless times, but it was always different, coming out of different species. 

Aang had smelled it on the worst battlefields, usually mixed in with the scent of smoke or mud, but the smell of wine and blood together wasn't altogether new to him either. The Avatar was a fight magnet, after all.

"We need to get out of here." Urged Aang.

"Why? I mean, she's clumsy but-" Lysandra began.

Chakravartin looked to the Avatar. "That wasn't her own blood on her hands. It came out of the barrel. The wine... where it stains the floor, it changes."

"Spirits." Aang said, "And I don't think happy ones." 

Quote:805/5000 words. 
-Speak with owner of the Crescent Moon alehouse, accomplished.

The Westside Coalition
The Westside Coalition (or, Westside) is a united anti-orc front comprised of several criminal street gangs, joined together for protection against the Empire and to make war withe Orc Mafia.The Westside Coalition is a Republic; each gang is represented by one President, who speaks and votes on behalf of that gang. The collection of these Presidents, together, is called the Westside Council. There are currently five gangs being represented by the Council.



Westside Knife Ear Warriors
Leader- Luci

The Knife Ears are predominantly, but not completely, elves. Some are immigrants from Camelot or the Tangled Green who had difficulty adjusting to Coruscant society. They are known killers, drug dealers, and thieves, and are on the top of the Orc Mafia's hit list. They are currently keeping an uneasy peace between the (now five) Westside gangs, mostly by providing free criminal services. Originally called the Knife Ears, they joined members of another gang, The Warriors, and eventually joined the Westside Coalition. A recent addition to the gang is the Westside T4 Knife Ear Warriors. After the recent assassination of the former president, Moss Illidan, Luci is now the highest ranking member of the Westside Knife Ear Warriors.


Westside Ewoks
Leader- Chirpa Paploo
An aging male Ewok, Chirpa has led the Westside Ewoks for six years, and was the original founder of the Westside Coalition. He is a mechanic, and runs the Westside Chopshop in Tier-5.

The Westside Ewoks once numbered 45 active members, but over the years those numbers have dropped. Until recently, the gang had 14 active members. After a night of deadly raids from the Orc Mafia, the Westside Ewoks are now comprised only of Chirpa and his two brothers. The trio run a garage in Teir-5 where they manufacture vehicles and weapons. They also are valued for their input to the Westside Council.


Mighty Westside Klingons
Leader- Koloth
An extremely large and dangerous alien, who united local Klingons in a violent war against the Orc Mafia. Koloth is a cold blooded killer with a calculating mind, who tolerates no weakness in his ranks. Currently incarcerated.

The Mighty Westside Klingons are a predominantly Klingon gang in Tier-5. They are feared throughout Coruscant for their combat prowess. They are unusual for a street gang in that much of their income is from legitimate sources, such as bounty hunting and body-guarding. Their association with the criminal underground came as a result of the Klingons trying keep their neighborhoods free of crime, and were one of the original gangs that joined the Westside Coalition.



Westside Hufflepunks
Leader- Dalia 'Weasel' Weasly
A teenage punk rocker, drug addict, and witch, Weasel took over the Hufflepunks street gang last year with the intent of protecting her burgeoning narcotics business. She is obnoxious and reckless, and a capably violent individual.

The Westside Hufflepunks are a motley collection of Hogwarts alumni. Most are immigrants from Camelot, who were unprepared for the realities of drug addiction and crime in Coruscant. The Hufflepunks used to battle both the Slytherins and the Chudley Cannon Fan Club until the Orc Mafia reduced their ranks and forced the remaining members to join the Hufflepunks. The Hufflepunks have recently joined the Westside Coalition, and are now known as the Westside Hufflepunks.



Westside Deathblades
Leader- Milton 'Shadow-Kill' Ortega (Currently incarcerated)
A ten-year-old orphan boy who just likes to play ninjas in the park with the local kids. This powerful warrior dual-wields a pair of overlong katanas, and ever since his violent playtime antics caught the attention of the underground, has been a hyper-vigilant defender of his neighborhood. His little sister, Princess Hellstab, was also recognized as a leader among the group, but is now deceased.

Acting President- Batgirl Skywalker
A seven-year-old twi'lek orphan, this light-saber wielding vigilant holds the Deathblade throne until Shadowkill returns.

A gang of ragamuffin orphans (and some kids with great family lives who just have a rambunctious spirit) with an interest in anime, who found that by stealing OM they could better act out their heroic playtime. As they stole more OM, they gained more powers allowing them to steal more OM, and thus a snowballing occurred, giving way to a group of very powerful young kids with flaming anime swords. They have joined the Westside Coalition in retaliation for the murder of a gang member by the Orc Mafia.

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The 34th Precinct of Tier 5 was a noisy den of chaos and criminals, but no more so than usual in the past month. It had only been a scant few days since the accident at Karachi Plaza’s elevated train station (MAD BULL 34: LONG ARM OF THE LAW); the gory event would have merited a national day of mourning in higher tiers, but here down below on the 5th, it was an inconvenience for some and business as usual for most. Engineers had assessed the damage and determined it would take six months of work to get that rail station in working order again. Fortunately for Sergeant John Estes, his diagnosis wasn't nearly as severe.

Mad Bull had spent a week in the quiet coalescence of a hospital bed with a dislocated shoulder and some superficial wounds. The first two days had been a trip to blissful Dreamland filled with morphine and reruns of Night Court, but the next five were a little more bumpy. By the end of the week, the Director of Medicine had grown tired of Sleepy showing off shrapnel scars on his bare hairy ass to any 22 year old nurse to innocent to realize what he was after and kicked him to the curb.

Things were not so bright and bawdy for the passengers he had rode with. All told, 41 commuters ended up dead that day, plus the quickly dispatched Officer Janie Phanili. The press were having a field day, with papers flying off the shelf that described the carnage as instigated by homegrown terrorists… or the police force themselves. Yellow and red rags each told their own tale, the facts be damned. What mattered though, is that Sergeant John Estes had caused a headache, one which the Chief of the 34th Precinct was all too eager to be rid of.

Not long after his hospital discharge, Mad Bull found his gargantuan body squished into the tiny, squeaky wooden chair that sat opposite the Chief's desk. Chief Edwin Mundo was an old fashioned cop… perfect for the old fashioned sort of criminals that plagued the Fifth Tier of Corsucant. He had walked a beat for years in the 34th, carried that badge proudly, and could understand the violent means necessary to keep his turf safe.

The greasy cigar jutting from his thick sausage sized lips smoldered, casting a pungent haze across the messy office. He inhaled deeply, and sighed with fatherly exaggeration. With a sweaty old palm, he ran his meaty fingers through his grey buzzcut hair.

“Goddamnit, Sleepy! I swear to Mary and her fucking Space Baby Jesus that you go through partners faster than a two-bit whore smokes rocks! How long did that kid even last, huh?”

“ 'bout 8 hours, Chief.”

“Christ on a Christmas cracker, Mad Bull! That's not even a full shift! You got any idea how much a pain in the ass it's gonna be to write her next a’ kin a paycheck for half a day's work?”

Sleepy shrugged.

Chief Mundo sarcastically imitated Mad Bull’s shrug. Uneasy stillness enjoined the two men as they looked grimly at the other. Through the office door the two men could hear the din of clacking keyboard keys, the cacophony of ringing phones and the shouting and arguing ever present at the Watch Commander's desk. The two men stared intently at each other. Finally, Mad Bull broke the silence.

“Listen Chief, you gotta let me go after that blonde crum that iced Junie. I owe it to 'er!” he exclaimed, beating one fist against the other.

“Julie, you mean Julie.” the Chief corrected helpfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyways, I think I got a hot lea…”

“Not a chance Sergeant Estes! You know, I been thinking 'bout how ya got that nickname o’ yours. You're strong as a bull… and twice as smart!”

Sleepy flashed him a bright smile, “Hey, That's mighty nice, comin’ from you Chief!”

“It's not a compliment you buffoon!” Chief Mundo bellowed. He plucked his cigar from his mouth and crushed it into an overfilled ashtray. With measured intent, he continued, “I can't rely on you to chase clues down like some kinda gumshoe, so you're off the case!”

Mad Bull raised a fist in protest, but a fearsome look from the Chief told him to sit down and shut up.

Past the door and down the hall, a mischievous and flirty chatter arose from the secretarial pool. The sound of heeled boots and the jangle of a heavy sidearm could be heard rhythmically approaching.

“I can't trust you with new recruits, so this time I'm partnering you up with someone outside the precinct that's more accustomed to your particular policing style… but hopefully equipped with a handful more brain cells.”

There was a light knock on the door and a turn of the knob that preceded the Chief rising from his chair and calling out, “Come in!”

Well this is abrupt, innit?

Except it's not. I've tried a few times to quit the Omniverse cold turkey, for the primary reason that I suffer from addictive personality traits and the OV, while being fantastic and a great place to write, interferes heavily with my ability to function.

With the recent additions to my family and looming financial oblivion, I unfortunately have to come to terms with the fact that leaving the site entirely is probably in my and my family's best interests. I know this may come as a shock and disappointment to many, but I have to face my reality.

That being said, I think my problem previous times has been that I have left my stories in the Omniverse unfinished, thus leaving a strong temptation to return. As such, I feel that by wrapping up my current IC story lines and allowing my Primes to retire themselves with dignity, I won't feel compelled to come back and start feeding my addiction again.

As such, I ask for the cooperation and understanding of Omniverse Staff and Players alike to help us all come to a satisfying conclusion to Kopaka and Tearen's stories.

Kopaka is pretty simple; I just need shaun's permission for him to valiantly save Weiss and Keldor, trapping himself in Nebula space as it collapses. Grim, but heroic, and fine by me since Kopecker didn't have much going for him anyway.

Tearen is only slightly more complicated; with the imminent retrieval of his daughter, I foresee him having one final soliloquy with Jade before travelling somewhere peaceful in the Vasty Deeps and either Omni-Sploding with her, or, summoning a portal out of the Omniverse that closes behind them, depending on what Admins allow.

As for my secondaries, people can feel free to write with and use them as they see fit, particularly in the case of Arle and Millie.

Whatever the case, I don't want to drag this out longer than necessary, so once the basic parameters are met, I'll be withdrawing fairly quickly. As a personal favor, I'd like if people refrained from trying to change my mind on the subject or guilting me into staying. Trust me when I say that this particular use of my creative energy is causing destructive patterns in my life that I cannot afford to repeat. This is not a judgement against the Omniverse, or any of you. Otherwise you can use this thread if you feel I have a loose thread with you that needs snipping, and I'll try to tie it up before departing.

Thanks.

-Aaron D. Weaver