Oomph *Ow that was not the best of landings, but not the worse, as she looks around for her horse she saw the portal behind her, and is this the underground as I see no sun? *Well there is my horse Determination, as Chara looks around to see her surroundings she sees (the horse is a jet black horse with streaks of red) and a grey stone path leading somewhere. Chara finally gets up and brushes the dirt off her clothes *well that is going to have to do for now, and I hope there is some sort of City or village of some sort. *Well I guess just follow the grey brick road, as she got on Determination she heard a moan coming from the bushes a few feet down the path. *Who could that be well, I hate to ruin this nice sweater but if he would be better off dead then I will listen to his wishes. As she neared the moaning person she to her surprise saw them move towards her. *Um sir do you need help as she gets off Determination. the Monster shambled closer and closer to her before they screeched a ear splitting Scream at her. *ok I hate to do this ,but as she unsheathed her knife the zombie started to shamble faster. * five feet ,four feet she then attacked it firing her barrage of slashes.
Huff Puff, wow that was something else, as she tried to catch her breath, she heard a voice. "Hello little Child you seem to be lost  out here, Its not safe for someone like you to be out here at this time of day. As she looked up she saw a man in a sort of shiny armor who looked skinnier, *who are you? "Me my name if Aldar" Aldar said with a sort of grace. *Can I ask where I am and how I got here? "Oh so you must be a Prime then, if that is the case we must get you to the city of Darkshire" he said with a sort of urgency. *What is a Prime? "Well you know the person who talked to you, his name is Omni, and he brought you here to the Omniverse well that is just a rumor but you are a Prime, Primes are people who cant die, are much more powerful than normal people like me and secondarys who are a step above people like me". "Is that enough to get you to stop asking questions for now"? *Yes it will do for now, Chara said with a satisfied tone.
"We better get going we have a while to go and we are burning valuable day light" Aldar said with a urgency in his voice. *Ok lets go I want to see this city you speak of, as Chara kicks Determination to move. "Ok ill lead the way, just follow me" Aldar said with gritted teeth.

We need a Judge for this Mock fight and  we can work out the details at some point

Odin plans to adventure out to Yggdrasil, and I wasn't sure how hostile the elves were to humans. I just want to make sure that my writing sticks with the precedent. Also, he wants to travel below the tree in search for the norns, the Norse fates. I was planning on finding one down there and wasn't sure what kind of character would be best for her. All I plan for an interaction is a conversation, and she will  give him a series of quests in the form of a poem. Would it be best if she was a prime, a secondary, or just some kind of spiritual manifestation of the tree itself? It doesn't really matter which for IC purposes.

Thanks in advance for your help.

"Aaaiiieee! They're eating everyone! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIVES!" 
A screaming, anthropomorphic ice cream cone ran down peanut brittle streets, along with several other shrieking animate foodstuffs. They were persued by another group of candy people, except these ones had an unhealthy yellow glow in their eyes, with bits of themselves dropping off. A low moan of "Suuugaaaarrrr....." came from their mouths as the steadily plodded after the 'living' candy people, intent on devouring them.

Stumbling out of the thick bushes surrounding the town, Grundy's jaw has dropped open at the sight of the sugar metropolis. Houses made of cookies and chocolate dotted the streets, and gumdrop mailboxes lined the neat rows. He could scarcely believe his glowing yellow eyes, such a wonderland of delicious treats lay before him. He immediately plodded down the road, plucking up hard candy stop signs, tearing chunks off houses and devouring bits and pieces of infrastructure. 

Suddenly, a lone peppermint man came running around the corner, pursued by a group of the zombie vandies. He spotted Grundy, and ran towards him, pleading, "Oh thank Guu! Help me, mister!" Grundy looked down at him, then at the approaching mob. Then back down to the candy man. Candy....mmm. Candy was meant to be eaten, and Grundy's appetite for junk was pretty big. "GRUNDY HELP....GRUNDY HELP HIMSELF! CAANNDYY!"

The last thing the peppermint man saw, as he lay there with a large bite taken out of him, was Solomon Grundy eating his way through the crowd of zombies and architecture alike.

(Intro post complete!)

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Adam has graciously agreed to judge. This will be the thread for ooc discussion.

The setting is Candy Town in the Tangled Green, during the zombie plague McNinja cured.

Spiraling darkness. Her stomach lurched, then felt as though it were speeding in her stomach at two-hundred miles an hour. Her hands reached out instinctively, as though to grab walls, or grapple upon any ledge the darkness might let her, but to her streamlining fears, there was nothing to hold her.

I’m going to die.

She thought to herself, and then his face flashed into her mind. It was painful, to have to look at his face in the darkness. She herself could never find the words to tell him. Now she would never have the chance to say it. Tenrou Island was her opportunity to make him proud. She would’ve become an S-class wizard, as he once was. Someone worthy of noticing. Cana, never felt as though she was. Yet, Lucy had helped Cana, given her the confidence and courage she needed, but then the other guild had interfered in the contest, and Cana couldn’t remember anything more. Had the dragon killed them?

Had she died without a father?

The encompassing world around her was still black. But this time, she drank in a taste of burning, acrid, smoke which filled her nostrils, scratchily passed down her throat, and sunk smolderingly in her lungs. The girl coughed as she wiggled her fingers, which met with a texture that resembled sharp rock, it was warm, as though heated from below. Cana’s entire body was laying on this jagged surface, and she dug in her palms and drove her torso upright.

Bright amber eyes followed the corners of the room, or rather, cave. It was dark, and the air was so dry, she thought that her lips were already chapped, though she had been in the room for what she could tell as but a few minutes. Her eyelashes cleared away the clumps of black ash that cluttered the corners of her eyes. Her lungs, still wracked with a wreathing struggle for breath that caused her to arduously cough more, until she was driven to rip a shred off of her already revealing shirt and use it to cover her nose and mouth.

The cloth sifted the air around her of ash, and helped her to breathe, however, it did nothing for the hot tears rolling from her stinging eyes. The white cloth was tainted black by the sooty smoke, and she resembled a ninja now, while her rich, brown eyes were framed with darkness. Finally, she dizzily stood, and leaned against  “What the... Where am I?”

Last she remembered, she was on Tenrou Island, battling the other guild, and then... When Cana tried to remember, she got woozy, and fell into the wall, her head, inches from a sharp spear of rock. When the girl collected herself, she looked down, maybe her attire would help her confirm, and possible wounds on her skin.

Her eyes looked down to see her clothes, now dusted with ashy soot. Over her shoulders and sleeving her arms was a white cardigan without a cape or buttons down the front. Popping outward, was her large bust, covered by a bando-bra shaped navy-blue, almost black brazier, with a white stripe to tie in her jacket. Past that, her smooth stomach was free of fabric, and off to the left side, her Fairytale tattoo was showing boldly in a patch of skin that had yet to be smeared by dirt. On her legs, a pair of very tight black pants and a cute belt wrapped loosely around her waist.

Through her headache, Cana, a woman in her mid to late twenties, remembered her choice of clothes and thought they matched her style, which was in fact, distinctly sexy.

 Over her shoulder, she had a small satchel, and though she didn’t know it, it was much like her fathers, but a little more fashionable than his ruddy looking sack. Cana fished her hand around in her purse and quickly caught all of the strands of her hair, gathered them together in her fist, and wrapped the bunch of hair in a messy bun. Her neck, which was now sweating, was free of the tickle of her long, curled, brown hair, and she sighed a wheezy breath of relief.

Her eyelashes batted against the dry air some more, her comfort was not long lasting, for the room’s temperature was ever-rising. The haze of Cana’s head hadn’t cleared, much like the densely accumulating smoke of the room, but it was soon made clear to her by the spouts of lava coming from the ground around her, and rolling in streams right past her feet, that Cana was in danger.

Brown eyes looked around again, darting, and hoping to cut through the smoke of the room, but from where she was, it surrounded her. A frown weighed on her lips, and the woman wondered whether it would be safer to make her way up, where the source of the lava was surely coming from, or down, where it all would surely go. She bit her lip from under the shred of fabric, and felt it bleed. “Tch... Gildarts, where are you when I need you?”

Story of my life.

It was by a stroke of very bad luck she had not found the very Prime she mentioned by name. She had decided to go up, to ascend the mountain though her intuition nagged her, her gut and heart told her Gildarts was up there. Yet, after a few steps into the submerging black clouds, Cana’s foot almost stepped directly in the flaming heat of lava, and the fear bristled in her from head to toe. That was too close, She told herself, and while she was deciding whether or not to take an extra step upward, fueled by the yearning in her heart, just to be sure, the fortune-telling mage was struck by horror as she heard the roar of a dragon, louder than any thunder she had ever heard in the sky.

It was, unmistakably, a dragon. The thrilling sense of fear burst in her accelerated heart, and stirred in her melting shoes. She let out a startled yelp, it was a cute scream on the woman’s lips, though there was nothing attractive about a dragon that may well threaten her life. The woman almost shouted for help, but she wanted to save her energy, though had she, she knew no one would hear her up in the desolate place where she was, and that her hoarse voice would not carry but a few feet. A few feet, would have been all that it would have taken to find Gildarts’ ears, for he was battling a dragon by the name of Volvalgia with a group of other Primes, just beyond her eyesight.

The tears of fear cleared streams on her pale skin and left stains of white on her black-chalked face. “Damn,” she felt so helpless. There was nearly nothing she could do, and though she could consult her cards, she did not feel like she had the magic to summon the future’s truth- nor, did she have the time.

Pools of lava now drew largely around her feet, and she was trapped in an encompassing circle, forced to choose, right or left. Toward the dragon, toward the source of the lava, toward the danger or away from it all, away from, even, the sure sense she had in her stomach that Gildarts was there. The girl blinked, and chose “up” but when she started to take a step, a huge boulder came out of no-where, shot through the smoke, and collided with her stomach, where Cana was sent rolling backward, down the hill of the mountain.

It was a miracle she survived. Blood poured from several wounds, but they were only, at most, an inch from the surface. Still, the pain hurt, and the scalding sensation mixed with that of the unbearable heat. The disoriented girl looked around, and found that she had conked her head pretty damned hard on a conveniently sturdy black rock. Cana was seeing doubles, but at least she was seeing.

The world, no longer black, but now resembled glowing embers, with a hue of bright orange staining the clouds in the sky. Her blood leaked to the ground, and started to sizzle upon the obsidian quartz. Around her, a volcanic world she had never before laid her eyes on. It was almost magical in the way the landscape fell, but on the other hand, lava had started to trickle too close from her, she could now see that it came from a spout in the mountain, rather than the volcano erupting. It was one hell of a climate. The woman squinted through strands of her hair, but really, she could only see the glow of the magma clearly. The rest blurred together with a vague uncertainly of shape, directly affected by the throbbing that her head battled with.

Instinctively, Cana felt her hand go to the spot on the back of her head that hurt the most. Immediately, she felt her palm splash with a warm gush of blood. Fear turned her body rigid, and sent he stomach upside down. But that was not the only thing, it was almost uncanny, but Cana could feel that something in her body was different, something about the mechanics of it, something about its balance of magic. Still, a wound like this, on her head, in this climate, in an unknown place where she had little memory of arriving there.

A pout bridged on her lips, and Cana thought her chances of survival were dismal at best. I can’t even see straight. Oh yeah, and there’s a dragon due north of here. Just. My. Luck. A little magic would get her out of this in a synch, but could she even use it in her state? Cana tried, through the dizziness flooding her thoughts, and through the pain stabbing into her mind, to focus on her cards. She supposed it was because Gildarts was her father, but magic had always come easily to her.

A flash of light, and Cana felt a great sense of hot power guide her fingers to one of the cards. Quickly and desperately the woman grabbed it, and launched it into the air. Soon following it, a great force of energy filled her legs, and with a gust of wind, Cana was sent away from the looming shadow of the disastrous mountain, and taken far, far away.

Character name:
Carmelita Sandiego Fox-Cooper, nee. Fox

Character source:
Sly Cooper (video game), additional characteristics from Where In the World is Carmen Sandiego (video game)

Character history:
Carmelita's story is identical to that of the games', right up until the point at which Sly is lost in the past. It is at this point that Sly's gang begin trying to rescue him, with Carmelita's help. During these attempts, the course of history was extremely flexible. At one point, Carmelita was thrown from the van and her personal history was realigned into one not dissimilar to Carmen Sandiego, that of an Interpol agent who eventually began stealing monuments, landmarks and other outrageous heists for the thrill.

Carmelita's timeline was restored, and Sly was rescued, but she now had memories of two different lives: her original, and her alternate. It made it easier for her to join the Cooper clan formally, after a long period of self-reflection, and she married Sly Cooper, taking his name in a double-barreled surname. She also altered her middle name from Montaya to Sandiego, in recognition of her alternate history as an orphan in a San Diego orphanage.
With Carmelita joining the team, the gang was riotously successful in stealing from other thieves and turning them in to Interpol. This period did not last: Sly had to fake his death at one point, and, believing him truly gone, the gang once again lost momentum. Carmelita went on a solo crime and crime-busting spree, reliving her alternate past for a while before deciding to pull off the heist of her life and steal her own existence.

It was at this point that Carmelita found herself in a black void...

Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
SPD: 2
TEC: 5

Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency (1000)
Debuff Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers:
Stealth Power (1200)
- Her collar acts as a stealth field array, courtesy of Bentley
Suppression Power (1000)
- Her belt includes a 'see me not' mystical enchantment, courtesy of the Guru

Starting Moves:
Shock Pistol (Ranged Proficiency, Debuff) (600)
Carmelita’s Shock pistol is a variation on her former Interpol weapon, a red boxy pistol with two electrodes and firing mechanism visible on the front.
All damage done by the Shock Pistol, no matter the attack, is electrical damage to the nervous system or equivalent. This damage is non-permanent and fades without the need for healing within an hour.
The weapon has a battery pack. This battery pack recharges a third of its juice every second.
The Shock Pistol has two types of shot, low-power and high-power. The high-power mode is currently non-functional.
Consuming one third of the battery, the Shock Pistol can fire low-power shots with no time required to charge. These shots manifest themselves in a golf-ball sized sphere of crackling electricity that travel in a straight line up to 100 m at around 20 m/s. The low-power shots are not particularly powerful, but being hit with two or more in succession will accumulate the negative effects of being zapped with electricity which result in shakes, disrupted nerve signals and other debilitating effects. Those who have been hit with more than five shots in under a minute can expect to have their effective movement speed and technique penalised by these effects. Unlike the damage, the negative effects fade if you avoid being hit by electricity for ten seconds.
[Deactivated] Consuming the entire battery over three seconds of charge time, the Shock Pistol can fire high-power shots. These shots manifest themselves in the same way as the low-power shots but spark three times as brightly. The high-power shots do not do any damage, since the higher power decreases the time it takes to ground itself upon hitting, but being hit will result in fifteen seconds of sensory deprivation as the targets nervous system or equivalent is overwhelmed.


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Where did you find us?
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This is mainly directed at Dave/Demetri/The First Guardian, i.e. the person running OSBURB.

So, I'm having trouble getting my brain to focus on the app.

Until I get my app sorted out, can I PM my OSBURB posts to the First Guardian, and then they post them? I'm not exactly broken up about the loss of Omnilium in exchange for it, but I'm just wondering if this operates within the rules of the site and Omni-Tier in particular.

So I don't even know how to name this, much less explain. Late 2015 I was in a car accident that caused a partial memory loss. After finding this site in Google  (apparently for the second time) it has come to my attention that I've been here before as Neal, but neither he nor this site seem familiar... what do I do?

Some ideas:

Hiro Protagonist : I still vote we should refer to Nealapph as Lapphy-Tapphy
Omni : I think everyone should have their own food product tie-in, Hiro.
or just a product tie in. Enel's enemas!
Hiro Protagonist: This sounds like a fun game.
Spur : lord have mercy
Hiro Protagonist : Grundy's undies!
Doomguy : Emperor's Toothpicks!
Omni : Gomu Gomu Gum
Omni : Mewtwo's Counselling Services
Omni : Ganondorf Interior Dungeon Design
Omni : Aran Pest Control
Spur : Zack's product reviews. Frog "3/5 - Fair"