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Trying to create a realistic smoke gernade for Luger to throw for moves, and there's not much research out there on how to use one. I need a little help here.

Koal felt his head pound in time with his heart. His head felt like it would split open, but he rolled over onto his stomach anyway, pushing himself onto a knee. He felt as if he was here, but his mind and body was completely underwater. he could hear the noises of battle, but everything sounded far away. Koal felt something violently throw him back to the ground, and his vision cleared with the impact.

"...ame of the Empire, you have been sentenced to death!" A stormtrooper held the barrel of a gun to his face and had a finger on the trigger. But Koal didn't plan on dying today. He grabbed the barrel of the gun, and violently wrenched it out of his hand. With a well-placed kick, Koal sent the soldier to a knee. BANG. The stormtrooper fell to the ground, a smoking hole in the center of his forehead.

Koal threw the weapon to the side, throwing his head around frantically. A full-out battle was being waged here. Dozens of men in white armor were trying to subdue a warrior in a red cape and a smaller figure. They were decimating the troopers. Koal summoned his scythe and sword and jumped into the fray. Koal cut through the soldiers easily, his scythe and sword practically drinking their blood. He felt the blood lust return, and he smiled. A red haze once more descended on his vision.

He cut his way to the eye of the storm of blaster bolts, dodging a rapidly moving hammer on his way. He jumped over a line of troopers, slicing a few of them on his way over. He widened the circle by swinging his scythe in a wide arc, a few stormtroopers backing off. " WHAT THE HELL DID WE GET OURSELVES INTO?" Koal yelled over the sound of the battle, throwing a few more fireballs at the troops.

Red let out a short bark of laughter and continued to fire into the crowd of Soldiers. Thor continued to bash away at Stormtroopers. Koal felt his sword get knocked out of his grasp. Letting out a growl, Koal de-summoned both his sword and Scythe and drew a small cylindrical hilt from his jacket. Koal activated the lightsaber and flourished the silver blade, grinning maniacally.

Koal began to slice through the troopers with the brightly burning blade, and the battle continued...

The girl... what was her name? She was falling, endlessly, whoever she was. She didn't know for how long, or why, anymore, but there was one thing she was certain of. She was falling.
"What is... going on?" The girl with no name whispered. "Who..."
"You've been brought back to the start." A voice whispered in the girls ear, and the girl instinctively tensed. She didn't know anything, yet somehow, she recognized this voice.

"You, have died. You are about to become reborn."
"Re... born?" The girl asked. None of this made any sense to her. "Who am I?" She asked again.

"You were a warrior, a potent one, but weaknesses from your past..." The voice responded, pausing in what the girl thought was a purposeful manner. "Ended up causing you to lose, again and again. You became useless, without purpose. and then, alone and purposeless, you died."

The girl opened her mouth angrily, emotions springing up from a place she didn't understand, didn't know, truly. "I'm not useless!"

The voice took form in front of her, in the form of a pair of glowing, yellow eyes. "Are you so sure? Now you've even lost your name, haven't you?"

The girl paused, realizing she was no longer falling, as she strained to remember a name. any name. Hers was. "...It starts with a W." she replied lamely, realizing the girl was right.

"As you lost battles, you kept losing bits of your identity. Because you lost pride in them. In yourself. Because you fought like a fragile girl, instead of steeling yourself as a warrior... Well, you're stuck here talking to me, listening to my offer."

the ivory-headed ladies head perked up. "...Offer?" the woman asked, suddenly curious. Some part of her felt like this wasn't a voice to listen to, but the other part... some frustrated part of her she could feel bubbling to the surface... was interested.

"If you want to be a warrior, power is important." The voice stated, the yellow eyes glowing brighter as they continued. "and you can't help but be a warrior, can you? It's too important a part of who you are."
The girl with no name blinked at that, and some part of her resonated deeply. She didn't know who she was, or why she was here, but as her hand clenched around an imaginary hilt, one thing she knew was that this was true without a doubt. She was a warrior.

And she guessed being a warrior who lost all the time was pretty pathetic...

"I... Guess?" She managed to squeak.

"Good... my offer is simple. All I need from you is your emotions... and in exchange... power beyond imagining." The voice responded.

"that... doesn't sound like a fair deal. I want my emotions." the woman responded, suddenly wary. What sort of deal was this?

"Is it?" The glowing eyes questioned. "Even now, with all you've lost... Tell me, try and remember your precious emotions. Remember how you've felt through your life. Have they ever brought you something... Other than pain?"

The girl closed her eyes, and suddenly, in rapidity, scenes from her life came back.
An evening spent alone, in front of a fire.
Recovering in the infirmary from fencing training, crying.
Her grandmother dying to assassination.
Her grandfather speaking of her disappointing attitude.
As the girl cried, suddenly, she felt warmth.
A coffee passed to a girl.
An attempted pun denied with a secret chuckle.
Fighting side by side with friends watching her back every step of the way.
and then...

The girl couldn't process the scenes that followed enough to give them context, but she knew that this stabbing pain in her chest, this ice in her chest, hurt more than she thought possible. "Please... Make this stop. It hurts!" The woman managed through her tears.

"There we go. I knew you'd come around. I can save you from this. You need only take my hand, walk down the right path, and I'll remove this pain from you."

"Please." The woman responded, as the scenes become more vivid.
A hopeless confrontation with a legion of wolves in the shape of men...
Days spent in front of a stone fountain, with a ghost...
Her body going limp in front of an armored, diseased figure...

The eyes formed into a shaky outline, an ethereal form of polished glass, and the pale woman wasted no time reaching for the outstretched hand that promised salvation from this unending torrent.

The feeling of shock, as her best friend attacked her with killer intent.
"I..."
The moment where she... Where they finally...

Weiss's hand brushed the figure's hand... and then promptly slapped it away.

"no."

The figure stumbled back, before losing cohesion, even the eyes disappearing.

"Your existence itself is pain! Reconsider your decision!"

Weiss shook her head. "I don't know what game you were trying to play... but like hell I'm playing it." She replied, stomping a nonexistent ground as she said it. "You might be right. I haven't had the best life. But I..." Weiss clenched one fist, as Myrtenaster appeared in front of the youth. "I'm not giving up on it. Not when I've finally found my happiness!" She yelled, taking the weapon. "I don't know where I am... but I know who I am. And no one, not you, not beacon, not some warlock... can make me into their puppet! Do you hear me!"

A chuckle came from around the girl, and Weiss's glare hardened onto her face as she waited for this fiend to show themselves. surprisingly, they didn't, as the world started to warp and spin around her.
"No one? Poor little puppet... you don't realize you're already firmly attached to strings. Perhaps you won't realize it until someone cuts them again... maybe you'll reconsider my offer when you lose the master you have." The voice taunted, as the space around them slowly normalized.

Weiss realized she was in the nexus, looking straight into the eyes of....
"Ruby..." Weiss breathed. She was alive. They were both alive.
And Weiss couldn't be happier.
"...Hey." Weiss said with a smile, before a sudden squeak, accompanied by a hug, struck her with a force just shy of bone-crushing from her shorter partner.

"You're okay!" The younger girl screeched with equal parts concern and happiness, and Weiss took this moment to just let that sink in.
She didn't know what had happened, or why she was suddenly healed, but at the moment, she knew it didn't matter.
She was with the most important person in the world to her, and they were both completely okay, and their future was theirs to decide.
The world couldn't be brighter to her, right now.



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Quote:Graveyard Arc: END

Christa had waved goodbye to her newfound friend, or perhaps budding love interest. She wondered if he would ever find the time to text or call her, but then the mechanics of the Omniverse itself might pose a threat to the ease of technology in some verses, whereas others like Camelot used owl or something. There were no cell towers there, but here in the Vastly Deep, Christa wasn't sure there was a need.

The air was lightly fragranced with salt and the breeze was crisp to perfection. Strands of Christa's blonde hair tousled in the breeze, and the elder sister crouched down to her favorite girl in the world. "Hey, welcome to our new home."

The pair strode the streets, both wore a smile brighter than the day, as they passed by dozens of store advertising their product by window. They found the beach and took the shoes from their feet, so their toes could feel the softness of the cool sand below. Christa didn't say too much, and neither did Katia. Instead, their expressions said it all.

"Ahh, isn't this wonderful? I've got my sister back, I can create a new home, and cast every pain I've ever felt... Far, far away. Even if I have to face it, and chase the chains of my past away, these are the memories I'll have with me forever." May have been what Christa said if her thoughts had only scathed the surface of the truth she knew was coming.

Beside her, her young sister, tongue frozen from lapping ice cream from a cone. From her eyes, bright and dazzling, her thoughts might have read a much simpler joy, "I have my sister, and she is the only home I'll ever need."

...

Christa thought about keeping Katia on the beach until long after the sunset, living in the constant state of bliss would have been easy, now that she had hit the jackpot, and most of her troubles seemed to be behind her. But, she reconsidered, as now that she had her sister back, she still had things to do by the end of the night. Little things that a big sister had to do, like make sure Katia got to bed on time, or actually make sure they had beds to sleep in.

They needed a motorboat. Then, Christa could sail off into the blue, create their own little island, and they could live their, just for a while, in their own piece of the world. For once, she could truly be, cast away from the world. It would be nice to get a breath of fresh air after that tantalizing ordeal, but being cast away from the bad, also meant she would be cast away from the good.

She needed safety for her sister, and that would not come from her and her alone. Christa, needed to return to the world, in order to fight the demons that threatened to overwhelm those exactly like her – just then, a pair of patrolling storm troopers walked by them – their arms cradled in their arms, and their authority, spewing from their set pace. Their steps were that of a metronome, and their gazes bore black and hidden by the glossy visors over their eyes.

"So, do you know where we're going now?" Christa prompted her sister, and stole the child's attention before she could notice the authority of the enemy she had known all her life.

"Hmm... You always said if you had the chance, you'd want to live on an island... And we're by the ocean now, so.." Katia's observation couldn't have been more correct.

Christa grinned, "You know it. How does that sound? Fishing and searching for seashells and watching the sun set every day?" Christa had omitted however, her own presence in the dreamland she painted with a mosaic words and allure.

"It sounds nice, if it will mean being with you, sis." It was almost supernatural, how Katia had never missed a beat.

A soft burst of air gushed into her lungs. Smoothly it rolled from her nose when she exhaled. In... Out. Loud in her ears, but almost as if time had slowed to a creeping halt.

There was no hourglass, no slowly sifting sand, nor rain to fall, or sun to rise. There was no way to measure time, or even space if she had attempted to walk forth, in this gate of darkness. Caira straightened her posture, it had crumpled to an invisible force. Almost fitting, that she would be weighed with the gravity she felt at the beginning of her journey in the Nexus.

Ah home... She had been ripped from it and tossed here, into this unimaginable world of light and darkness. That seemed to follow her everywhere. The light in someone's eyes when they smile, verses the depthless darkness when you cross them. Or the plain white of the Nexus, verses this dark and strange void.

Yes, from what Caira could see, standing on her little square in the warped twists and turns that the unknown held under latch and key in this mystery, there were only lines traversing the land that lay ahead of her. They were to be her light in this maze of muddled thought and fear. She simply hoped they would not lead her to death.

One misstep. That might be all it would take. To end her journey. She had gotten so close. Too close, to dare make a fool's mistake to take her back to the beginning.

The Nexus. A room of light flashed from below her eyelids, then the memory blurred into the darkness of betrayal. Merik's face as he had sealed her, completely immobilized, in the same coffin that the treasure map that they had came for was hiding... Waiting to be found.

His was the face of betrayal. Truth, honor, compassion, it had all been a lie. Caira had been scammed, taken advantage of, by both her kidnapper, Omni, and this strange prisoner she had met in the dunes. Still, there was something about it that didn't fit, as Caira remembered the single moment Merik spoke of a curse that had conquered every aspect of his life. Every meaningful aspect. He almost seemed as though he thought it would have been better for him to have been trapped in that cage below the sand, for the duration of his immortal life. Even after all of this, the fiery chill of betrayal, Caira thought it better a man be free and have the potential to be stopped, than to be trapped and never have the chance to change his ways. But... Maybe that was the monk speaking.

Caira wondered if she could summon in this striped world of black and grey, but decided if the results were catastrophic (and perhaps explosive) she would regret her decision. Instead, she extended her hand out, directly forward, and immediately felt a weight slam I her her empty palm. It felt like a thick slap, done by air, or a similarly invisible force that stomped her hand with immersive pressure.

The Mage gulped and pulled her hand gently away, with the slight fear that it might be ripped from her limb.

"Forward, that's a no." She determined, and then pondered if she could use sound to guide her through the darkness, but her ears weren't keen enough to allow for echolocation, so she sat down for a moment on the ground, almost meditating, before she tore off her shoes and tied the strings together.

It almost resembled a windmill, or a version of a boomerang. It would be more effective than extending her hand, and risk losing it, and well, losing her sword would be a liability too. She tossed her circling shoes to her left, and seeing how they didn't float from the ground, or run into an invisible wall, Caira determined that this was her way to go.

Her bare feet walked along the straight line, and every few yards she continued her procedure, and the gentle thump of shoes quickly filled the murky shadows with sound, and stirred awake the darkness.

"Congratulations heroes! You're quest is almost complete. I see one of you have two relics. Keep on going heroes! Beware there is a storm approaching the temple! I suggest you run heroes!"

Quote: A storm will appear in the next phase from all locations in row H and left.

A distant familiar voice called out to Sawada in the far distance, "Tsuuuna."


The sound was far off in the deep darkness of his mind. Once more the voice called out to him, this time it was allot more clear, "Tsuuuna, open your eyes."

Being slowly dragged out of his slumber Sawada started to wake up, which was sped up by a final shout, "Wake up no-good-Tsuna" and a splash of water found its way to his face. Sawada's eyes shot open when the liquid splashed upon his face and sat upright.

"What?! Where am i? What is this place?" The teenager started to question panicky, looking around within the vast white emptiness. His eyes blinking in confusion, one moment he was going to bed, the next he woke in this place, after a strange dream.

"Welcome to the Omniverse Tsuna, I've been waiting for quite some time." The same high pitched familiar voice as earlier spoke. The Vongola turned his head and standing on the ledge of a white fountain his old mentor was looking down at him, "ciaosu!" The baby sized man spoke. It was his very own greeting which Tsuna has heard a million times before.

Sawada looked relieved and shocked at the same time, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and properly wake up he finally responded, "Reborn! What's going on? Where are we? Is this another one of your tests?" The Vongola rattled on.

Reborn had the same silly grin as always on his face, he jumped down and ignored all of Tsuna's questions, "So when were you taken to this place?"

"This place? Reborn where are we?" The confused teenager asked once more.

"Didn't you see a pale looking man before you woke up? Goes by the name Omni?" The baby asked curiously.

"Omni? wait that does sound familiar." And within that instant the memories of what he thought was a strange dream, became reality. Omniverse, Omnilium, Omni, Primes, everything fell together like pieces of the puzzle.

"But why does he want me? I am just a boy who wants to live a simple life."

Reborn did not accept this response and went in to slap him. His tiny hand came in hard and left an imprint across his cheek. "Stupid-Tsuna, You are the Vongola 10th, the next leader of the Vongola mafia family. You should be proud, this Omni found you special enough to bring you here. I knew that eventually you would come to this place, so I've been waiting for your arrival."

Tsuna looked as surprised as when this conversation started, none of this made any sense at all.

"So why am I here?" He finally asked.

Reborn showed a smug smile, "Isn't it obvious? To spread the greatness of the Vongola within the Omniverse."

"What? An entire world? Reborn you can't be serious. I don't want to be a mafia boss, i just want to go home to my friends and live a normal life."

"Idiot-Tsuna, you have no choice, no one has ever found a way out of this place before. If you really want to spread the fame of Vongola here, escaping won't be a bad plan."

Tsuna sighed as his next challenge became clear, apparently defeating Daemon Spade wasn't enough. He had to be taken to a strange new world, away from his friends, to be tested once again. Reborn took out two wool mitten like gloves and threw them onto Tsuna's lap, "Here, you will be needing these once more."

"My gloves! How did you get these?"

"How else? Leon made them for you, again." The small green lizard on top of Reborn's head displayed his tongue quickly before running a circle around the hat, he was clearly happy to see Sawada again. The young Vongola took his trusted gloves and stood up, looking around him and spotting the gates in the distance, "So where do we go now?"

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Character name:Harley Quinn ((Taken from after being inducted into the Suicide Squad))

Character source:Batman

Character history:Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel, also known as Harley Quinn. In her first appearances she was depicted as a character completely devoted to the Joker, totally oblivious to his psychotic nature and obvious lack of affection for her; this characterization has remained more or less consistent throughout her subsequent appearances. Harley's origins is a Arkham Asylum psychiatrist who falls in love with the Joker. Dr. Harleen Quinzel was a psychiatric intern at Arkham Asylum. A model student, in addition to receiving high grades in college, she was also a dedicated gymnast, winning a scholarship to Gotham City University.
While researching the lunatics at Arkham, she became fascinated with one particular inmate. Ambitiously volunteering to analyze him, she pleaded with the doctors at Arkham for three months before she could treat him. After he gained her sympathy during their sessions, he seduced her, causing her to fall madly in love with him. After helping him escape from the asylum more than once, Harleen was suspected by the authorities, who revoked her license and placed her in her own cell.
She is then tortured and forcibly inducted into the Suicide Squad by Amanda Waller. It is eventually revealed that she no longer wears face paint, and that her bleached skin is now part of a permanent condition. This is where I am taking her from.



Physical Description: (originals only)

Stats:
ATK:3
DEF:1
SPD:3
TEC:3

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength – 1000 OM


Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat – 400 OM
Foresight – 1500 OM
Starting Moves:
Harley's wooden bat named baby -300 OM
A baseball bat is a smooth wooden that is supposed to be used in the sport of baseball to hit the ball after it is thrown by the pitcher. It's size is no more than 2.75 inches in diameter at the thickest part and no more than 42 inches. (( I don't know if this is where I need to add this but depending on the fight the bat will either be red striped or plain wooden with the words "Good Night" carved into it")) She can hit as hard as her stats will allow and as fast as her stats allow.

Remaining OM 1,800
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