As soon as Blair was about to shoot at the flying space worm who looked like it came straight of out of a “Alien” film, Marcus yelled “PAUSE!” as he was gripping a terminator’s neck.

The scene didn’t pause.

“FREEZE, DAMNIT!”

The AI screeched out commands “The danger room doesn’t paus-. It shut down as soon as Mr. Jarvis found the awkward power switch. “

The butler looked ridiculous and rubbed his neck “Sorry for not coming sooner. ”

Blair eyed Mr. Jarvis and sighed “We could of been stuck in there..”

Marcus tried to explain in another way “This… AI is different, It’s not quite what it’s like back home.”

Jarvis looked up and down at the two “Are you two alright? Blair looks like she’s seen a ghost.

Marcus nodded, shaking his head

Blair moved her fingers up and down “Everything felt...so real..”. “Are you sure?”

Marcus nodded “I’ve used it before, it doesn’t intend on killing any of us soon.”

“It’s not Skynet.”

Blair stopped in her tracks “Wait, SKYNET was here?! In the Omniverse?!.”

The cyborg frowned and bit his tongue “It’s honestly my fault its here in the first place and attacked innocents. Vision said “Its at the bottom of the ocean.”

Blair smirked and placed a hand on the cyborg’s shoulder “Suits it after all the shit its put us through.”

The familiar sound of the Quinjet hitting the air strip had Marcus turn toward the giant windows.

“Looks like the others are here, I guess we’ll find out what we missed, huh?”

Jarvis was still in the room and cleared his throat, reminded them that the mission to rescue Harry Potter was a quick one.

Blair and Marcus eyed each other and said “Harry potter?”
“I’ve never heard of him.” as Marcus turned to head outside.

“Me neither.” Blair nodded at Jarvis “Thanks.”

Both of them turned to walk outside.

The description for Insight mentions Enhanced Senses. Does Insight still work if you don't have Enhanced Senses?

I would like to request a Storyteller to interject at any time in my current thread on Coruscant (Consequences) and have Diablo contact Trixie. It's been months since she escaped and without any word from his new agent I imagine the Terror Lord is wondering why she hasn't checked in. It's going to be a brutal encounter, since when he does, the brand he gave her will sear itself onto her flesh, establishing his connection to her from the Underverse. (See my roster)

I'd write it myself, but I think it would make it more intense if it's something I don't have full control of. 

Thanks!

As soon as Blair was about to shoot at the flying space worm who looked like it came straight of out of a “Alien” film, Marcus yelled “PAUSE!” as he was gripping a terminator’s neck.

The scene didn’t pause.

“FREEZE, DAMNIT!”

The AI screeched out commands “The danger room doesn’t paus-. It shut down as soon as Mr. Jarvis found the awkward power switch. “

The butler looked ridiculous and rubbed his neck “Oops… Sorry for not coming earlier, you two.”

Blair blinked “See, Marcus I told you we shouldn’t of trusted foreign AI, you know what happens.”

Marcus muttered “I know, I know. I just wanted to check something out.”

Blair raised her eyebrows “Explain then.”

The cyborg crossed his arms “Something about a new avenger soon?”

The dark haired woman nodded “Someone joining? Who’s that?”

Marcus shrugged “Not sure yet, let’s go find out.”

Jarvis stopped and nodded “Are you two alright?”

Marcus stretched “Fine, who’s the new Avenger?”

The robot butler cleared his throat and nodded “Vision and Captain America left to find someone named Harry Potter I believe.

Blair shrugged “Doesn’t pass my mind yet.”

Marcus blinked “Me neither.”

Tearen, after having had a lovely conversation with a married pair of disembodied frog heads, was eventually led towards a bright aperture in the otherwise solid gloom of The Void. A blast of hot sand hit him in the face as he poked his head through the rippling portal. As much as he hoped that this was just a windy day in the Vasty Deep, it was pretty clear that he had found a door to the Endless Dunes.

The wind-driven silica fell harmlessly off of his own glass face, and with a slight sigh, the Shadow stepped through the portal. His first move was to wrap his mask tighter around his mouth; though the sand was harmless to his false eyes, his newly rediscovered mouth was very functional. Protection was prudent. Though the sandstorm made visibility difficult, navigating it would still be trivial with the entire dataverse installed between the folds of his mineral brain. That simply left one problem to address: transport.

Having forgone the aesthetic leanings of the Enigma lifestyle, he was no longer compelled to travel on foot. In a moment of bemused inspiration, Tearen began summoning a simple tool to carry him across the sands.

Twenty minutes later, a lone shrouded figure emerged from the brooding cloud of sand, proudly standing atop a two-wheeled platorm that was propelled by leaning forward.

It was a literal fucking segway alright? Moving on.

A few hours later, the sprightly little segway zipped through the gate to the Nexus.

Next thread.

“Alright, places, places, places!” yapped a middle-aged Caucasian. The man was naturally loud, so the red megaphone made his words boom out; the base so deep that it rattled their ears; every cast and crew member in the proximity of the outdoor set.
 
The leading star of the film could just about tolerate the director’s irritating tone. That was not his main issue though. It was closing scene of the ‘third act’ about to transpire, which left the teenager looking glum.
 
Many would call it a cliché; ‘the kiss scene’.
 
“Why does there always have to be a kiss scene?” was what the renowned martial artist, Kirano Jr wanted to ask the director, however, held his tongue; knowing it was merely a rhetorical question. It was like asking why the sky was blue; pointless; a waste of time.
 

Been drawing a lot lately. I'm not great at it but I'm somewhat presentable.

Working on this concept I hope to make into a webcomic someday. I've been calling it "Adelaide's Homemade," though I may change it because that name is kind of a mouthful. Basically, it's a fantasy setting about three human girls running a bakery in a forest full of monsters. It's kind of a slice-of-life comedy.

You can see my full gallery here: http://missfinefeather.deviantart.com/gallery/

Anyways, here's some samples:

Fuckin' here it is, one on one, pound for pound, head to head ... it's the one and only SHAAAAAY CORMAC versus the devil himself, LIGHTNING ENEEEEEL battling to the death for your amusement!

SUDDEN DEATH!

ONE ROUND!

NO WORD COUNT LIMIT!

LET'S ... GGGET RRREADY TO RUMMMMBBLLLLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!

Word Limit: None
Posts Per Player: 1
Time Limit: None
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: On

Shall we assume both characters are fatigued/bruised already, and they each have ... 2 SP remaining? They would've regenned a little bit, but not much.

Do we have any volunteers to judge?

I have a short introductory post coming up, and Shay may choose to do the same.

Through the Nexus the Templar went, and like the ancestors of his Order, Shay once again found himself roaming the sands under the searing hot beating of the sun's rays. The Endless Dunes, home to Nippur, and the previously standing New Babylon.

Gilgamesh would have hated to see his soldiers like this. Shay doubted the king would even let him be part of the faction, let alone step foot in Nippur after such a series of humiliating defeats.

However embarrassing it might have been to the golden boy, Shay breathed easier realizing that the man was no longer here, and for once in his life, the Templar felt like he was allowed to mess up every once in a while; at least when the only thing on the line was his own neck. However pleasing of a thought that was, Shay Cormac then remembered how long Nippur must have been abandoned by any presence of Primes.

He gulped, there was no way in hell that city still has any semblance of defendable walls at this point.

Shay continued to worry to himself, following the vaguest of memories that allowed him to reach the city that held the palace of Gilgamesh's throne; the train tracks being the only thing guiding him at this point.

The man really didn't come to think how hard navigating a desert was. At least on sea, he thought, I had time to cool off...

Not much else was to be said about that, or thought of. This entire situation was an absolute trainwreck. Shay continued to walk for miles on end, passing the barely familiar rocks, the same as he did last time he was here.

He had to admit, being alone like this was absolute torture. The man always knew of himself to be bad dealing with his own thoughts, but he was surprised to see the how terrifyingly overwhelming the two  feelings of loneliness and desperation were affecting him in the context of almost losing yourself in the middle of a desert that stretched to the sizes of the oceans he was familiar with sailing on.

Yet now, he could only walk. Walk, and mumble under his breath as he strode forward, looking for purpose again.

"Just follow the tracks," the Templar sighed, repeating, "just follow the tracks."