I just edited the page to include this, but I'll be using Thaal's rubric/standards for grading combat in this event.  They're a little more layered than my personal rubric and a little less complex than some of the others I've seen float around.

http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8065

Traces of river beds and crusty roads of snow cast shadows that paled in the midday sun, not one of them larger or more impressive than the lean, oddly-shaped shadow of the white tower in the distance.

Sitting on the crest of a hill steeped in frosty white, toes curled up snugly inside her shoes and breath misting from the cold, Jade Harley pouted and tucked her arms closer around herself. Despite the snowflakes perched on her eyelashes and the chill biting at her nose, her eyes and ears remained fixated on the slope of a knoll about three hundred yards out.

It was mostly a flat, level stretch of ground that lay before her, spotted with clutches of tiny blue grapes and shallow pools, the steam misting over them betraying the hot springs hidden beneath the innocuous piles of snow.  Gargantuan boulders and a broad-spectrum jumble of stones of varying sizes seemed to have spilled down the hillside in the wake of a clumsy giant, the smell of pond water and soggy, green plants lifting the ashen pastiness cast over the sky. It was a picture-perfect, gorgeous day… something that made it tricky for her to keep her guard up, but totally possible for an expert sharpshooter such as herself!

Still, she counted herself lucky that the snowfall had ceased for a bit— it provided good visibility and, like Grandpa always said, stealth and recon should always be the first priority on a hunt!— but the downside of that was she was pretty dang visible, too. And, well, that was a problem. A pretty huge one, at that! All she could do was sit and frown, hoping for a sign, totally in stomach-churning suspense, staying quiet as a mouse—

Jade almost leapt out of her skin when a voice rudely slashed through the silence. It came from Brennon Yadrisson, the red-bearded dwarf settled beside her on the hill, her prisoner and (temporary) lieutenant in the battle against Team BecBecca. But, it was awkward referring to him as her prisoner, even in her own head, so Jade had settled on the lieutenant title for now. He hadn’t seemed amused when she had first told him of this and, come to think of it, he hadn’t seemed very amused by anything she did to try and lighten the mood the entire time. And, from what he was yattering on about, he still wasn’t particularly pleased with this turn of events.

“Why are we doing this,” asked her dwarven comrade-in-arms. His voice was so flat that it was pretty damn near impossible to assign any interrogatory inflection to his words, even if Jade knew for a fact that it was in there. “You know they’re over that hill, just take your little blue cannon and—“

“Sssshhhh!” Jade hissed, mashing her finger onto his face and very nearly gouging his eye out in the process. Whoops! She drew her finger back and mouthed a silent apology, still trying to exude an aura of super-seriousness despite her smiling lips. On the other hand, before she could really argue his grave incursion here, there was the matter of the enemy to consider.

Heart racing, Jade raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun and the blinding glare of the snow. Her back straightened as she glanced back to check on their target, trigger finger itching and her tongue poking out in concentration. Slowly but surely, her gaze traced along the boulders lining the slope, the flowers, the misty ground springs, but all was deathly quiet and still. Almost too quiet and still, if you asked her. Hmmm.

Your entire bearing reeks of deceit, Mother Nature!  Jade mentally cried, but felt herself relaxing by degrees, anyhow. The final verdict? No movement. She breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders slumping.

Turning to face the dwarf, Jade’s eyes took on a frenzied gleam that the assassin was tempted to shy away from. “Because, silly, that’s not how the game is played! You have to break out your entire skillset… stealth, sneakiness, guile…”

“Those are all the same things, I’ll have you know,” Brennon informed her, clearly uninspired.

Jade stuck her tongue out at him, not even breaking her stride. “… and ninja skills! Now, shoosh, lieutenant dwarf-guy. I think they’re onto us after your little outburst.”

Brennon sighed and looked down at his bound hands, the manacles courtesy of the Kingdom’s soldiers. If only he could break these bonds, bash the silly dog-child over the head with them, possibly fix whatever problem made her so mental in the process, and make off with the star piece in the aftermath… yes, yes, good thinking…

“What does “Quarry-digger” mean, anyway? How did you even get that as your middle name? It’s kind of… weird that your parents might pass that one on to you. I mean, it seems to me that you didn’t turn out to be someone digging quarries for a living, considering where we are now. It’s sorta presumptuous, don’tcha think?”

Brennon’s face became reminiscent of a constipated puffer fish. All it would take was one good clobbering, that was all. All in good time, he supposed. All in good time.

The dwarf was drawn from his homicidal musings when the girl latched onto his arm with a vice-like grip. Before he could whirl around and spit in her ridiculously sunny face, she’d already begun talking excitedly, tugging on his arm and pointing while bouncing like a young miner who’d just discovered her first rare crystal.

“Look, Brennon! A scout!”

Mystified, her companion squinted against the brisk winds in the direction she was indicating. As they both watched from a distance, a white hare flumphed through the snow on the hill opposite to them, black-tipped ears trembling and dark eyes large. The dog-eared girl hardly breathed as the creature hopped along. It paused at the base, tiny pink sniffer twitching and snuffling, and then shot off like a bolt of lightning as it caught sight of something they could not see.

This was, apparently, of some importance to Jade, as she immediately yanked Brennon into a short, bone-crushing hug that was thankfully over as soon as it began. Unluckily, this was not the end of Brennon’s ordeal, as she quickly shoved a whole heap of freezing-cold snowballs into his arms.

“The signal!” the Witch roared at the highest volume her vocal chords would allow, surging to her feet and bodily dragging him along with her, one arm upraised to brandish an imaginary sabre. “Chaaaaaaaarge!”

Despite the fact that a signal had never been mentioned before now, they were suddenly clomping at drunk Clydesdale speed towards the enemy’s base. Jade grinned madly, her buckteeth bared and hair whipping in the wind, hand clamped firmly on Brennon’s shoulder as they half-ran, half-hobbled up the hill.

Is this what Purgatory is like? Brennon wondered, trying not to trip over his own feet as their Clydesdale formation nearly snapped its ankles and ended up at the glue factory.

It was a mighty struggle, powder flying everywhere and the soles of their shoes slipping deep into the slush, but with much focus and determination they finally reached the apex of the rise. There was a lot of yelling and waving their arms around (Jade) and giving the enemy their best death stare (Brennon), only to find that the enemy base had been abandoned some time ago. A few half-shaped snowballs were mashed pathetically onto the ground, the defenses of ice and rock were hardly stacked against an assault, and there were no imaginary twig, plant, and rock rations to speak of, but most importantly, there was not a soul in sight.

Jade let her own ammo drop from her slack fingers at the sight, listening as they did little more than plop uselessly into the snow.

“What…? Where…?” she asked no one in particular, her fluffy white ears drooping over the top of her head. She stomped over the refuse and glanced around, hands on her hips and a perplexed frown on her face. Brennon stood idly by and watched, secretly relieved that no snowball fight was to take place.

A peal of laughter jingled like the cheeriest of bells from somewhere to their left, just out of sight and circling around the slope they were standing upon. Tromping down the hill was much easier than climbing up it despite the clouds of midges whizzing and diving in the air, so it wasn’t long before they discovered the source of the laughter: Rebecca.

The Little Sister was seated beside a mishmash of puddles formed from melted frost and warm spring water, vibrant blossoms and other plant life flush with the shallow banks and an assortment of shiny stones placed in mysterious patterns around her. To Jade and Rebecca’s glowing delight, Becquerel scouted around the boiling springs and cool pools to bring Rebecca new objects to investigate— usually a stone of some kind, that was surefire, but other times a particularly lovely flower, what looked to be the head of a spear, the hipbone of some small creature, and on one occasion, a bright blue feather with black streaks lining its frills. The barkbeast would seat himself before her as the gifts underwent Rebecca’s inspection, all of them joining her pile of treasures whether they were pretty or not, and then set out to find more in short order.

Jade held her hands over her heart and beamed, cheeks glowing and ruddy, while Brennon just stared at her. He hadn’t been able to figure out the girl’s connection to the yellow-eyed child with greasy hair. They definitely weren’t related, at least not by blood, which left only a few other alternatives, one of which was very interesting. He had only heard of the Little Sisters by word-of-mouth, of course, but he knew enough to know that they weren’t supposed to be found outside of the Vasty Deep, and what’s more, only within a certain zone. To remove one was likely a bounty-worthy offense, to  boot! Could Jade Harley have kidnapped this little girl, earning a bounty in the process?

Brennon squinted at the side of the Witch’s head as she bounded down the slope to reach Rebecca’s side, chattering excitedly at the grim-colored girl and receiving a brilliant smile in return. With a heavy flounce, she seated herself right smack-dab in the middle of the wet grass and mud, the galaxies in her skirts fluttering between green and blue and hardly seeming to contract any stains. Strange.

Shaking his head, the stout dwarf sat atop a nearby boulder and settled in to watch his captors go about their silly business, manacles pinching at the soft skin of his wrists. Little white flowers with sunny yellow centers stirred all around on their short stalks, sheltered from the alpine winds by rocks speckled with moss and thick mats of blue mountain flowers growing in the shallow paddies on the ground. His mindset was that he might as well make himself comfortable before settling in to die of boredom, but something caught his eye. Something green, glowing, and blinking like a firefly on a muggy summer night.

The star piece was right there on the ground, slightly stuck into the mud and directly within his reach. The dwarf’s eyes surreptitiously slid back to Jade whose head was thrown back in a laugh, hair spilling out from her hood in boisterous waves. She must have dropped it. That was pretty unfortunate. It would be a crying shame if someone were to...

He could just…

Take…

The star piece...

Picking himself up and nearly rolling like a barrel over onto his stomach, Brennon was able to drop low to the ground, deftly latch onto the star piece with his mouth, and then take off at a hurried run with the celestial artefact clenched between his teeth. Even when a barked shout came from behind him, he just kept on kicking up snow in his wake. He just couldn’t stop grinning.

Jade shouted something that wasn’t really words at all but more of a mixture between sheer frustration and disbelief, nearly tearing the hair from her scalp as she clutched at her head and gaped after Brennon. Her limbs began to flash with an electrical energy that steadily increased in frequency as she prepared to give chase, temper simmering and a solar flare crackling beneath her skin.

She turned to look at Rebecca and Bec right before she zapped away, fists clenched and canine teeth bared in a grimace. “Be back in a jiffy, you guys!”

In a split-second blaze of green fire, she hurtled through Space after a person with stubby little legs and an object of immense power fit into his mouth like a hamburger.

So for all of us planning to join DA this year this is a pre-release chat so we can discuss who we want to bring to the event/so we can hype/or whatever. If you have questions you can ask them here, but I don't know if Alex wants an official thread for that. Veterans of DA can answer regardless.

Cell told me to so Broly will be joining. However, because I don't know how my life is going to be I'm going to shoot for short, but quality posts.

Kaine: The Scarlet Spider

Source: Marvel Comic Universe

History:

Kaine, The Scarlet Spider, The Other, the clone and brother of Peter Parker. He has been called many things, but he has never believed himself a hero. He sees himself as a distorted reflection of a true paragon of justice. Of a REAL hero. A cheap knockoff, and nothing more.

And all that could run through his mind was the anger, the rage when Ben was murdered by the Inheritors, beings that traveled across the multiverse killing Spiders. Slaughtering them like common animals and feeding on their very souls. He could FEEL the beast inside of him, manifesting itself. He felt his body shift, spines erupting from his body. He snapped the teleported onto his wrist, ignoring the protests and warnings from Jessica Drew.

The Other, the ultimate Spider totem revealed in the lair of the Master Weaver. A giant monster of a spider, capable of untold destruction and devastation. Lord Solus fell, skewered. Dead. And thanks to the Efforts of the now-fallen Ben, he would stay that way.

He felt the fiery break of bone and sinew as one of his many limbs was ripped from his body, and as it was forced through the back of his skull, erupting from the front in a spray of crimson blood. Scarlet blood. 

And as it embraced death, a flash of rainbow light stole him from his blessed silence. 

Physical Appearance:

Stats:
STR:3
DEF:1
SPD:3
TEC:3

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000OM) Ranged Proficiency (1000OM)

Starting Powers: Basic Super Jumping (300) Master Acrobat (400) Stealth (1000)

Starting Moves: 

Webbing. (Ranged: 300OM)

As a clone of Peter Parker, Kaine can do most things the Spider Man can, and even a few things he can't. One such thing is the glands within his wrists that produce a natural webbing that can be used to swing around, or even offensively to grab and throw opponents. The webbing has a maximum range of 20 Meters, and can be used on the fly. 

Spines: (Physical: 300)

As a result of being inhabited by The Other, a monstrous and terrifying aspect of the Spider essence, Kaine can have spines erupt over his body, and two almost blade-like spines emerge from his wrists. They are each about a foot long, and can only be used when an opponent is in arms reach. If put under extreme pressure, they can snap, and have to have an hour to grow back before they can be used again.

The trip through Costa Del Sol was a nostalgia trip for Frisk. Because of her adventures in Rando, her last visit felt like ages ago. Seems forever since she first showed up to get a bomb defused.

The Nexus wasn't too much different from the first two times she travelled through it, except the fountain changed again, too far away to make out what it was, just seemed much taller this time. The group just transversed the empty white void by a car that Alphys remembered from some OVA she saw once.

Stepping through the Tangled gate, they're immediately greeted with a long expanse of forests as far at the eye could see. For Alphys and Toriel, this was quite a sight as they were used to the wide oceans of the Vasty. Frisk was just reminded of Camelot, the memory gave her chills.

Not far from the gate was a sign pointing towards a dirt road, it read "Ambrosia."

"That makes things easier!" Said Alphys, gleeful the trip was going smoothly so far.

Alphys was at her desk, working diligently on her latest and greatest invention, one so great that it defies explanation, so this writer will not bother.

Instead, the focus would be on her break. See. she would eventually leave the comfort of the lab to visit the snack area, get a bag of wasabi flavored chisp from the vending machine before plopping down on the communal couch and scrolling through her phone.

Not much was on twitter, her doc was flooded with complaints about Soul Blaster Season 2. The good doc rolled her eyes at this, people were just salty their ship didn’t sail. Some people were still sobbing about the Koala Princess finale, and a few others were pumping up for Mew Mew Kissy 3, which some new secondary happened to have in their pocket when they were brought into the Omniverse. Some production company was really advertising that, though Alphy was uncertain a sequel could rescue the franchise after the second one.

She turned her attention to her e-mail, which was full of notifications for twitter. Making a mental note to turn that off later (as she did the last 100 times she checked her e-mail), she dug deeper to try to find anything of substance.

And, there it was.

“oHarmony?” She asked herself. She forgotten she had submitted anything to them, it was during a sugar high the other week and she happened to be in a desperate mood. She gulped loudly, opening the e-mail with the intent to reject whoever answered her match, but then she realized it was from directly the oHarmony President herself.

Her curiosity peaked, she read through the letter in it’s entirety.

It was around this time Alphys went black, landing face first in the carpet in front of the couch.




Frisk had pretty much spent the last month in her room. She was pretty glum about the death of Hellboy. Despite everything the Omniverse has put her through, she still isn’t used to people dying for good. Even when Asgore died, it was far from permanent. She thought primes would come back, but after so long and no sign of his return, it was looking kind of bleak.

She spent her days lounging around, playing games on her phone, sometimes surfing twitter, mostly just distracting herself. Her duties as an Avenger was the last thing on her mind right now.

Toriel was come by everyday, make sure she’s eating, bathing, just taking care of herself during this darker time, but could never get a word in towards the depressed child. Didn’t help that the goat mom put a no-talking restriction on Vision for letting her child return with a leg injury. Frisk wasn’t in the shape to complain this ruling, but she did feel bad occasionally, hoping that Vision didn’t think she was angry with him, that is until the distractions took hold again.

It was this day that Alphys burst through Frisk’s door, surprising both the child and Toriel who was seated in a chair just outside. It was uncertain if the goat mother even saw her coming.

“Frisk! Guess what! It’s good news!”

The young one noticed the giant bruise on the scientist’s face and wonder if that was unrelated.

“It’s Undyne! She’s in the Omniverse!” Continued the drake.

Frisk was kind of taken aback, she figured it was going to be anime related, but this was actual good news. If she had been in a better mood, she would have joined in on the cheering.

“I’ve already talked with Jarvis, and I want you to come with!”

“Wait what?” She wasn’t expecting this. As much as she wanted to see Undyne, she didn’t intend to leave the comfort of her room anytime soon.

“Well, it’s uncertain we’ll see her, we have another job there. You see-” She pulled out her phone and shoved it excitedly into Frisk’s face. A picture of a large city sitting amongst trees with a large palace in the center shown brightly on the screen. “She lives in Ambrosia!”

“Ambrosia?” Asked Toriel, she was hanging by the doorway at first, but decided to step through as she joined the conversation.

“Yeah! It’s a place where humans and non-humans live peacefully!”

“Monsters and Humans live peacefully, together?” Toriel thought. While the situation after they left the underground was far from violent, human reaction to monster kind was kind of mixed, so the thought of a place that managed to pull it off brought the goat lady a fair bit of glee.


“Yeah! Jarvis has said the Avengers wanted to extend a peaceful hand to Ambrosia for a while now, this is the perfect chance to play Diplomat, Frisk!”

The little one thought about it, while the desire to keep hanging around was great, the first chance she’s had to make peace with somebody ever since she made it to the Omniverse was a hard one to pass up.

“I think it’ll do us some good!” Said Toriel, gleefully.

“Woah, inviting yourself along, huh?” Teased Alphys.

“Well, there’s no way I’m missing this!” She responded.

“I’ll go.” Said Frisk, still a little mixed on her decision.

“Yes!!” Yelled Alphys as she pulled the little one into a hug. “I’ve got to go pack! See you all in a bit!”

The nerdy drake ran out the door and down the hall, barely missed Toriel whom she almost knocked over.

The goat mother turned to Frisk and smiled.

“Let’s go pack, my child!”

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By signing here, you are agreeing to participate in this summer's event.  The official in-character registration and the preshow facility will be open starting on May 25th.

The event itself will commence the weekend of June 2nd-3rd.

My projected run-time for this year's DA is in the ballpark of 4 to 6 weeks.  That number is something that we can discuss/adjust to try and find a middle ground. 

As I've mentioned in the voting thread and to others in conversations, I like to know how many people I'm working with ahead of time.  It allows me to properly adjust the scale of this years island and the pacing of the event itself, y'know?

So if you are 75 to 100% sure you'll have a spare prime and spare time (lol rhyme) to participate starting on the dates above, plz lemme know.  Also let me know how long you prefer the event to be.

Everyone who pre-registers and then competes will receive a complimentary gift in-character.

Hello darkness, my old friend.