“Hello. You know, I know what you are thinking. Why is some random secondary nobody putting up posters across the Tangled Green. WELL LET ME TELL YOU WHAT! I have in my possession a magic map of pure destiny and I want a few fellow secondaries to accompany me on an adventure of a lifetime. I am Michael No Name, and yes, I know, I am dashing, but that has nothing to do with the journey ahead of us! For I will be leading you to… The Omnilium Temple!”

Michael pauses, standing atop his small box in the center of Yggdrasil. In his loosely fit red shirt and tan pants, he most definitely didn’t look like an adventurer, but there was a light in his magnificent green eyes. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulls out a small glittering instrument and begins playing a festive tune.

“Just for a moment, imagine the sights you would see! The experience! Come, come my friends! I have followed this map for many years and have always had such wonderful times. Now could you imagine my surprise when for the first time ever it listed a destination? I’ve sailed across the Vasty Deep, trekked through the Endless Dunes, braved the Pale Moors, and even dove into the Dataverse. This map never once led me to anything short of a grand adventure, and I am offering this chance to join me!”

The once crowded square slowly begins to empty as the jovial man continues his grand boasting until just five remained. As Michael looks across the diverse group of secondaries, his grin gets wider. While it certainly isn’t clear why they came here, or why the bothered listening to this blonde musician, the fact they didn’t leave with the rest of the crowd was good enough for him. As he drew closer, the tone shifted to a lower and more grave melody.

“I will have you know, my fellow lovers of adventure. This is not only the only time my map has listed a destination, it is also the first time it listed what would be found. Wealth beyond measure. Though it will come with its own set of dangers, no doubt. There was never once a journey I would not be able to complete on my own, and yet the map told me not to go without at least six fellow adventurers…”

Looking across the faces of those gathered, Michael plays one final note before stashing the strange, golden stringed, instrument back into his sleeve.

“So. Are you in?”

Name: Specter Knight
Spent OM: 4500
Consumed OM: 0
Proficiencies (1000): Physical Strength (1000)
Powers (3200/8000): Burst Movement (800), Master Acrobat (400), Survival (2000)
Moves (300): Specter Scythe (300)
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ATK: 3
DEF: 1
SPD: 4 
TEC: 2

I think it was missed in the Daniel craze, but Happy Birfday, you!

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Dunno if you've ever noticed it, but the third post in most of the Info Threads contains a FAQ for that particular verse.

It was a series I did on my return from leave last year.  I wasn't able to get through all the verses mainly through a mix of "May is terrible" and "and then DA 2kX happened."

The previous FAQs were built from Discord town halls.

I'd like to do a Coruscant Q&A next Thursday (6-28), running from 5 PM CDT to 7 PM.  If you have have questions about the verse, take them there.  If you can't make that because of time zones or other reasons, you can inbox your inquiries and I'll make sure they get answered.

A Vasty Deep Q&A will likely wait until after DA or DD because reasons.

Black umbrellas were an unusual sight in Ambrosia, but today was a special occasion. The normally quite cheery town had been rocked by tragedy. Or, to be more accurate, Minnie Mouse had been rocked by tragedy when her gardener had been rocked by a rock, and dragged the whole city with her on her brief gothic bout.

In her never-ending quest to spruce up the Clubhouse for Mickey’s hopeful inevitable return, she’d ventured out into the forest to find some plants to liven up the landscaping of her and her husband’s home. That, combined with some new-fangled technology she was having installed, would certainly make the place more enticing for him, and once he’d finished going off and making a fool out of himself in Dante’s Abyss, she would shoot him a little message on the Dataverse filled with cute pics of their new garden and their new recall station and he could just… teleport right on back home, teleport right back into her arms, and she would chain him to his lazy chair and never let him leave the house ever again.

Sure, some would call that extreme. But a desperate lady mouse was a desperate lady mouse.

Unfortunately, she’d found the actual activity of… planting things to be a tad tiresome for the life she’d gotten used to during their not-so-brief respite in the Vasty Deep. She hadn’t really been forced to do any taxing physical labor during that time, and so even the act of taking a miniature shovel and trying to plant some lilies in the mulch just wore her the heck out, and she’d called in a local gardening service to finish the job, and maybe even bring a couple of extra plants. Just make her garden look pretty—that’s all she’d asked.

Instead, they’d done much the opposite. Their services had ended up with the gooey brains of Jeremy, a cute little moogle, mixed in with all of the dirt and shrubbery that already took root outside of her house. Maybe it had been kinda her fault, admittedly, too, since she’d insisted that the recall station must be adorned with large, aesthetically-pleasing boulders to fit with the aesthetic of the general town, and it had been one of those that’d fallen on the worker, crushed his head, and killed him. Either way, she was absolutely wracked with guilt, and to absolve herself of that, she’d organized a lavish cemetery for him.

Quirky little creatures of all shapes and sizes gathered at a makeshift cemetery outside Pokute Palace, trying their best to conform to Minnie Mouse’s expectations of what the young creature’s wake would be like. The citizens of Ambrosia couldn’t really find a time in their collective memory when one of the many minor residents of the city had actually perished. So, when Jeremy the gardener bit the dust, they’d had to sort of make do. They’d plopped a random stone in the middle of a patch of grass near the huge, pink castle, dug a Jeremy-sized hole, and dropped him inside, then scrounged about their closets for whatever black clothes they owned.

Minnie, for her part, had gone all out. Seeing as the moogle was approximately the same size as her husband—though the mouse king was, as she noted, a tad chubbier—she’d outfitted Jeremy in some of her husband’s nicest clothes. She’d snuck into Princess Guu’s palace and stolen some curtains to make into some regal-looking upholstery for his improvised coffin. The other two primes hadn’t been seen in Ambrosia for quite a while, so the lady mouse assumed they wouldn’t be too mad about some of their finer possessions going missing.

After all, they both kind of owed her.

The funeral went off without a hitch. Minnie wept an appropriate amount, watching as poor Jeremy’s family hooted and hollered with a degree of sadness the queen felt was perfectly tragic. The rest of the citizens of Ambrosia, bewildered as they were, stood in respectful silence as the currently highest-ranking prime to occupy the actual city limits of Ambrosia gave what she judged to be a heartfelt eulogy to an itsy-bitsy secondary she’d never actually had the time to get to know.

“Friends, Ambrosians, country-creatures!”

The motley crew of weird little beings in attendance all turned their attention to the large-eared girl, sort of famous vlogger and Dataverse presence, Lady of Ambrosia and… well, they supposed she was a mouse worthy of their respect, though she’d been gone for quite a while, too.

“You know,” Minnie Mouse sniffed, “I still remember when I first met Jeffrey.”

“Jeremy,” someone whispered behind her.

“Jeremy,” Minnie corrected herself. “Sorry, I’m just—so sad, my words aren’t coming out how I mean them to. You know? Anyway. I still remember when I first met him, the poor little moogle. It was about two days ago. He was standing just off the right shoulder of the head gardener as that guy explained his plans for my house’s little mini-flower orchard. And I can recall—hold on, I’m sorry—”

She paused as she tried to actually remember the exact moment she wanted to tell everyone about. Goshdarnit, she knew she should’ve written this down. “Ahem—” she continued, “I can recall when he piped up in the cutest dang moogle voice I’ve ever heard and said, ‘we should add some violets around the door.’ Well, Jeremy, I know I rolled my eyes and said violets were for the common girl’s garden when you said that, but now, that’s exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to wreathe my whole front door in a vine of violets because I don’t care what anyone thinks except you.”

Even though you can’t even really think anymore because your brain exploded.

Do violets come on vines?

And just like that, the funeral was over. The critters of Ambrosia filed back to their daily lives, forever weirded out by the mouse’s display of mourning which simultaneously read as strangely artificial and overwhelmingly genuine. Minnie, for her part, remained by the makeshift gravestone, paying her respects… or something.

She felt like she had been there for literal years when the pitter-patter of chocobo footsteps called her attention.

Sitting atop the chocobo was a diminutive creature, with a rounded abdomen and a spiky little head. His features were alabaster white—not dissimilar to the Nexus—and he had two cute little wings that sprouted from the back of his spherical body. Big, black eyes peeked out of what looked, for all intents and purposes, like a ninja costume you’d get from a Halloween store. He waited to be addressed, and Minnie kept him waiting. Finally, when she’d fully taken in the form of the mysterious thing that had disrupted her mourning, she spoke.

“Yes?”

“Yo. Might you be Lady Minnie Mouse of Ambrosia?” the egg-shaped ninja said in a surprisingly bass voice.

“That’s my name,” the Lady responded, “Don’t wear it out.”

“The name’s Togetic,” the guy said, sliding off his chocobo. “I’m an Ambrosian sent by some of the elders to go blend in with the people of Mokugakure, y’know, keep an eye on the ninja dudes over there and make sure everything’s going cool. You know they’re shockingly violent?”

Minnie blinked. They were ninjas. Of course they were violent.

“Anyway, it’s awesome over there and everything, great stuff to report back,” he bounced around, seeming genuinely thrilled about his findings and also genuinely convinced Minnie had any idea what the heck he was talking about, “but that’s not the main bit of info I’m here to report, my dudette.”

“I’m waiting,” the lady mouse droned, standing up. She looked over Togetic with a suspicious glare. She might not have been the one who’d sent him, but she was genuinely interested to know the dirt on whatever the other factions of the Tangled were up to, given the fact that she was, as far as she knew, the only prime in the city of Ambrosia at the moment and therefore its most capable line of defense from outside threats. She needed all the information she could get to perpetuate the slightly self-important fantasy that had led her to assume a leadership position amongst these country folk.

“Spill the tea, Togetic.”

“Well, y’see, I heard some choice gossip, Lady Minnie Mouse…”

Yeah can I just have those dupes deleted in workshop, would do so myself but it won't let me. As a side note, when this happens it's usually just me hitting reply once and then after a long loading g time it just multipodts, not sure if that's a server end issue or what

back at it again with the BIRTHDAY!

Happy birthday Daniel!! <3

The rumble of the Quinjet’s engine was like music to Moon Knight’s ears. Had a month seriously passed since the events of the prison in Impel Down? Perhaps time here in the Omniverse was different from back home on Earth. Or maybe that cramped cell really was a time capsule. It didn’t really matter though. They were finally free, out at last from that wretched hell hole the Empire called prison. 

Adjusting his seat, Marc leaned forward, took off his mask and placed it on the inbuilt table beside him. His face still unshaven from the passing of time at the prison, he kept a stern face as his mind raced with thoughts. 

Out of prison, yes, done. A base? No, burned down- Damn Hydra. Maybe Jarvis fixed the problem. This Quinjet looks fancier than normal, maybe he did. Hydra, they’re still out there but where? At this rate, we could be attacked again. Perhaps it’s time we looked for more members, maybe I should try that Dataverse thing I heard about? 

Thinking are we? Khonshu intruded.

Yes. Marc replied back, hoping the Moon God would go back to whatever part of his mind it came from.

Your last thought, it is a splendid idea. The more members we have the better odds there are to defend ourselves and make ease of our enemies. Oh, Marc, I’m starting to like this idea of team-ups. Why haven’t we done this more often? 

Because we didn’t work well with others. 

Nonsense! We play well with everyone!... The brutal and violent way. 

“Where are we headed?” He said, turning towards Jarvis. 

Jarvis shot his head toward Spector, giving him his full attention. 

“While everyone was incarcerated I took the liberty to arrange several things, one of them being the construction of a new base: the Avengers mansion if you will. The other thing is that, in your absence, a branch of Shield has been kickstarted.” 

“Nick Fury is here?” 

“No. Like I said, I took the liberty to arrange things.” 

“Well, congratulations… Director.” 

Marc took a second to look at the other teammates. How did Tony and Rogers do this? Leading a small team was something but branching out into a larger group was different. It was going to take everything he had to make sure everything involving the team went smoothly. 

Something like a civil war could end the peace-keeping force at their current state.     

“Could there possibly be a Dataverse machine anywhere beside the tower?” 

“I’m sure there’s one on the streets beside it, yes. May I ask why though?” Jarvis said.

“Let’s just say we’re going to hold some auditions. The teams looking a bit… light.”     

“Ah. Of course. Might I suggest a formal meeting? It’s been a while and could go a long way in helping deal with Hydra and other Avengers duties. Of course, before we do something like that, the others should get situated in their new home.” 

“Right on all accounts,” Marc said slipping his mask back on as the jet made touchdown with the Mansion’s helipad.    

-

Marc brought the razor down along his face, shaving off a bit of the rough beard he grew in the prison. His brown eyes locked onto the face in the mirror. 

Marc couldn’t help but remember how long it had been since his face had been in a state such as that. It was all those years ago when he was a broken and defeated man. To think back then things were actually easier. Back then he had a chance with a girl and his best friend wasn’t in any real danger. Damn It, he could kill to have Marlene in his arms, just to be with her one more time. Why? Why did he bring Frenchie into all this? The man had a husband and a restaurant, he didn’t deserve this madness and confusion. 

This Omniverse, it’s a weird and mysterious place. A place in need of hope. Perhaps the Avengers could be that hope? A torch in the dark pointing the way to the light, to a better place. 

Wrapped up with the shaving, Spector grabbed a hot towel and rubbed his face with it before looking in the mirror one more time. The face in the mirror now, the face of a new man. A reborn state of his current self. 

-

"You know, back home we usually had snacks before discussing how badly things turned out. Your debriefings are sorta... boring." Centurion mussed putting his hands behind his head. 


"What do you expect son? Not everything is action and glory." Dick said leaning forward in his chair.

Cade's confidence wavered and he looked down at the table, thoughts wandering back to the testing chamber. "I know. Just trying to lighten the mood."

Angel slumped in her chair. "Why are me and Cade even here? We're not part of whatever costumed group you guys are in."
     
"Hey, I slaved hours over this outfit. Do you know how hard it is to get your hands on alien nano-fibers where I'm from?" Cade smirked putting a hand on Angel's shoulder gently. "And hey, you're a good person, you'll fit right in."

“Focus people!” Marcus shouted butting in. 

Jarvis replayed the footage of the previous fight with Centurion. “All this right here proves it, the team needs training or at least time to get in shape and work together in the field.” 

“I can agree with that but I don’t see how training is a good idea right now. What we need is more members and take the fight to Hydra.” Moon Knight said placing both hands on the table. 

“And what I’m saying is if we go out there unprepared the situation could turn out far worse than the last one, like serious injury or… Death. What do all of you think?”  Jarvis turned to the others. 

Dick nodded in agreement. “I completely agree.” 

“As do I.” Ratione chimed in. 


 "Taking the fight to the bad guys sounds good to me..." Cade paused, seemingly waiting for something. "Huh... usually someone butts in and spouts some basic human logic and keeps me from diving headfirst into danger. Not sure how I feel about this..."


“What about you Marcus?” Dick asked turning to the terminator. 

Marcus placed a hand to his head “Hydra’s quickly becoming a pain in our ass, but a plan is better than spending time in an imperial prison.”   Marcus was already annoyed at the idea of going back to a prison cell. “I agree as well.”

Jarvis pointed to everyone. “There we have it, most of us agree. Sometime this week we should have a training session. I mean look at it from this standpoint it’s only training we’re only going to get better.” 

“Is you say so, meeting dismissed. Everyone continue as if you were at home.”