“It’s done.”

“I… I don’t believe it…”

Facial expressions shifted from a smile to mock disappointment, as the nurse in question cocked an eyebrow and challenged “Go ahead then, look for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Standing in what appeared to be a provisional medic station, the shinobi turned from the woman and upon a mirror provided, took in his reflection. The head band, bearing the symbol of the Hidden Leaf, had been fastened across the left side of his face, shielding the gruesome, mauled flesh produced from a Flak Cannon discharge, taken at point blank. All compliments of the bounty hunter, Samus Aron. In fact, the Abyss had given the Uchiha quite a beating, sustaining heavy burns and injuries to the chest, abdomen, and jaw, but as he observed himself now…

With use of his hand, the headband came lose and fell from its position, revealing a dark, ebony eye peering back at him — an Uchiha eye, unscathed and the Sharingan ever present within.

“See, what did I tell you? Good as new.” the nurse beamed as her reflection appeared behind the recovered form of Sasuke’s. He knew her to be right, even before he had confirmed it with the mirror, he had already felt the use of his jaw return. Regardless, the regeneration performed was remarkable and astounded the youth as there was now a healthy reflection staring back at him.

Sasuke had seen the healing capabilities of the Omniverse before, through a run in with some terrorist, days before Dante’s Abyss, but nothing to this extent. It appeared that with this substance, Omnillium, you could accomplish the extraordinary; feats the youth long thought only fabled in the legends of forbidden jutsu.

Sasuke felt the use of his right hand, creating and releasing a fist as his thoughts of Omnillium, and gaining it to become stronger, lead him to thoughts of his brother, Itachi. Images of their dead parents flooded his mind’s eye, moments before Itachi cut them down. Instantly Sasuke’s reflection turned hostile; the hate in his blood near boiling.

Memories, ghosts, and the dead suffocated Sasuke’s subconscious, whispering hollowed woes of tragedy. His clan, his people, and the loved ones who cared for him… his family. No, nothing that transpired in the Abyss had meant a damn thing to Sasuke. With Itachi’s last breath still premature, no victories were claimed this day and it left a sour taste in the shinobi’s mouth.

The nurse, feeling the tension, took a cautious step backwards.

Blood stained imagery spiraled out of control within Sasuke, leaving him vulnerable to the truth. The role of hero had long since closed its eyes to him, passing away while the shinobi slept. A child’s sleep, the life that was, the dream he was meant to live — gone, never to return. His only solace now? The darkness. The devil’s fruit that granted vindication, substituted for salvation...Vengeance.

Watching the youth with reserve the nurse finally spoke up, timid, but with resolution, she attempted to ease the tension, “So, ff-fir— Ahem. So, first place, huh? Praise Omni, your folks must be proud. What are you going to do with that grand prize?”

The question worked as a grounding mechanism, bringing Sasuke back to the moment. He turned away from the mirror, studied the nurse for a moment in silence, and finally answered, “That’s easy. I’m going to--“

A voice sounded out of sight, interrupting the shinobi, “That answer and more! We’ll all find out, once we get our champion here to the press room, so that he may address all the fine viewers at home. Come now, we don’t have much time, and there is much to do.”

Turning to the voice, Sasuke observed a handsome man in his early thirties, dressed in a gaudy, three piece purple suit. His features were angular and his face was dominated by a set of deep, penetrating blue eyes, whilst his accent and general persona evoked that of a southern gentleman. Sasuke didn’t recognize him by appearance, but he knew him instantly. This man was none other than Karl Jak himself.

Like a pimp with a cowboy’s drawl. Only in the Omniverse folks.

Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Quote:"This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."

Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn."

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

May I please have access to post in the Dante Verse. Proto was going to open it up for me to post my winners post in way long ago before real life forced me into inactivity. I have a post ready and would like to get it in to participate in the fortnight. Please and thank you!

Quote:Continued from Big Apple, 3PM

Name: Bandit With No Name
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ATK: 6
DEF: 4
SPD: 1
TEC: 2

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Fegensula w/o counties


...and with counties. Btw, Stu lives in Aweriton, Southwestern Woldshire.

Caira had crossed the Nexus calmly and ventured through the portal, sacrificing a little time to get to her next destination. The girl passed through the blank slate and merged into the next verse, a glittering, cold, and dreary bustle along with freshly frosted air nipping at her cheeks.

The Camelot soldier’s eyes slowly traced the immortal city, taking it all in. The prodigal pillars of buildings gleamed with wealth and beauty. They had both the lavish and grandiose decor of technology’s simple and pleasure-filled comforts. Strange forms of buzzing transport zoomed by overhead, humming like beetles before swiftly whipping tornadoes of spiraling air into the cascading walls. One figure emerged from the portal and nearly shoved the monk out of the way, “Why aren’t you taking a Sky-Taxi!” The male said into the black, two inch device in his ear; his expression soured by the complete ignorance of whomever he was speaking to and hailed one for himself.

The monk had been curious enough to visit the new land and now that she had, immediately she noticed the metro's refined sense of style. While it was flashing with glowing lights, howls of sirens, and the many murmurs of a thousand footsteps, it lacked something that she could not quite place. The thought remained as the word rolled like a top, spinning ungracefully on the tip of her tongue.

Purpose, perhaps that was the word. They were already - to her knowledge - dominating the Omniverse and surmounting Camelot with their sovereignty. “They” being the people of Coruscant, or perhaps simply the leader, dictator - or rather, Emperor - Palpatine, as she would come to know in the later findings of her adventures. The alarming sense of aspiration instilled in the individuals seemed to be lacking beyond their charismatic exterior.

Everyone’s shoes clicked hollow echoes against the ground.

CLICK! CLACK! CLICK!

But each made the same brisk sound. After a few moments of wondering how this could be, the Prime waved the thought away, the reason she was here was NOT to analyze the philosophies of these rogue mercenaries, but actually just to have a non-threatening look around at Camelot's competition.

The vibrant low hues of glistening city light flickered with curiosity, as if blinking at the arrival of someone who had never witnessed such exclusively elite technology. This thriving technology was the power of an economy that could be used to enrich, enforce, dominate, and assist the many verses. Coruscant, how was it’s potential being realized? To what extent of these had its fate been fulfilled? Of any of this, the technology-lacking monk hadn’t a clue.
...

Less than a day. That was the time it took for Caira to wander into a shop after being swept away by a beautiful melody of keyed piano music softly fall upon her ears. The interior of the store had no visible merchandise, and the walls glowed with light and small squares which she determined either stored the commodities or showed a three-dimensional picture of what item they were selling on a square screen.

Caira asked the woman, who in response, gave her a swooping and sizing gaze. A hinting smile lined her lips as the clerk determined the girl was a tourist and almost undeniably a Prime. Confidence streaked in every flamboyant gesture the woman could make. Everything in the store was sure to be considered a treasure to someone who looked like this tourist did: Uncollected. While Caira’s gushing dark attire didn’t exactly match the sleek theme of the city, that could be quickly fixed, the clerk was convinced she could make a sale to the the black clad Prime and began with the sale's pitched soliloquy on her store’s best designer attire.

“Oh, I actually just came in for the mus-”

“I have the perfect thing, wait here.”

The obedient Prime politely waited with a rather unsatisfactory expression crumpling her face. A strange looking suit was unveiled and it appeared as though it would fit only directly on top of her skin. “It’s even slightly reinforced for battle prone Primes.” The clerk’s informative voice fell on tone-deaf ears as she directed her gaze to the senselessly bewildered girl.

With a bit of persuasion, Caira tried it on.

The black fabric clung to her skin and then added heat to combat this chilly city climate, “Oh! That’s the temperature feature! It has a few settings, too hot and sunny for you? Cool down with this.” the stranger seemed to fiddle with it with tinkering fingers before finally the woman rested, her eyes beholding the glory of a completely "transformed" woman, now ready for the world.

Caira twisted an arm, and the fabric melded with her skin. It was lighter than air. It also felt like she was nude, an uncomfortable feeling for a monk who had never worn anything but a gown that was twelve sizes too big and[/] made for an all male monastery. “It’s called the Black-Zero. Or if you like nicknames [i]Celty. I sold one to a ninja from Tangled just the other day!” The pitching saleswoman continued with her banter, attempting to sell the luxury product, yet Caira, whom considered this extent of technology more sorcery than science, placed a tracing fingertip upon the thin fiber and glanced to the woman, raising concerns that it would not be a match to a sword that would meet her skin.

Deliberating its flexibility and with the help of the lady, Caira did a few tests to see if it would limit her movement in a challenging combat scenario. The sleek fabric covered her skin rather well and repelled, according to the woman, the most intense heat and would last longer in a furnace than most steel compounds. “It truly is elite technology, some call it the ultimate armor because its so thin, yet pliable AND durable.” Her eyes still fell over the thin seems in black, it was[i] a masterful piece of attire. Technological warfare even, and yet, Caira still harbored doubt.
Suddenly the woman pulled out a weak-looking carbine gun and shot her three times in the abdomen with blasts of energy rather than lead bullets. Caira gasped in belated horror as the suit absorbed the impact and left no scratches on the shining attractive mold.

“You could have killed me!” Caira seemed aghast and too quickly was her temperate neutrality set off.

“Oh you needn’t worry, you’re a [i]Prime after-all! And this... Just a prop.” The woman winked and during this time Caira stole the carbine and fired it at the window. Alarms sounded and the clerk grew frightful before her frazzled expression and frizzled hair quelled a bit.

After shaking off a few of the jitters and after procuring a remote, the woman clicked off the alarm and turned to the girl with her best game-face. “However with a little work, it'll protect you from fatal injuries with a built-in shock balancer.”

"Uh..." Caira was getting sick of the endless babble coming from the woman. Materialism seemed prioritized in this town, but the monk took this moment to be honest with the clerk, whose expression wrinkled with disgust after the Prime spoke the following words, “I was interested in the music playing when I entered this store.” Caira persisted, “Not in buying something with technology I can barely fathom.”

“Oh? You enjoy classical? Surprising.” The snarky woman looked at Caira’s previous troglodyte -esque attire, laid on a table and thought differently. “Yes, you’re not from around here are you?” the cheery woman stated the facts, enjoying them with a flaunting, haughty annoyance.

“Will you-” Caira began before the woman pulled out a shiny looking MP3 player, with headphones and earbuds.

“This is a device that plays music. Its also waterproof!”

The Prime blinked. She expected an instrument that produced sound to be bigger than a lute. Reading the monk's flummoxed expression, she continued, “Ah, but it is bigger on the inside.”

Plopping the two white cords in her ears, Caira’s jaw dropped to show that she was astounded. What the woman had said was true and never had she heard a more beautiful sound than Tchaikovsky. It was a soothing symphonic rhythm, ringing with its ups and downs and conducted by a wonderful symphony of carefully place cues.

"If you buy the suit, you can have the Ipod for free."

Inevitably, Caira ended up purchasing the sleek upgraded attire and as promised, the music player was a ‘free gift’ now stored it in her out of place satchel that was still heavy with the weight of books. Before she left the store, the lady explained some of the built-in gadgets of the suit before sending off her victim. The Prime was happy to have found the place, because not only did the saleswoman explain some of the mechanisms involved in the city's technology she also had explained it in a very simple way, easy enough for someone that was 'living under a rock' could understand. Information and secrets were practically their own currency in Coruscant, at least, for people with social or political positions, the woman had mentioned and told Caira that she looked very attractive in her new attire on her way out of the doors.

Say prime A is working in a group to help safeguard this fortress. A very strong prime - we'll call him prime B - busts into the area he's guarding. the ritual going on in the center of the fortress is actually nearly done - Just a biit more time is needed. Prime A knows he doesn't have fair odds on taking out Prime B, but he's definitely capable of stalling.
If this situation came up - where, in a fight between two primes, one wishes to retreat mid-battle or otherwise work without the intention of a straight win or loss, but rather has retreat on the brain, is this possible in the current game system?

Do you have to have super great writing for this quest?