Seeing as I'm doing this solo, I decided to pick up an isolation verse so you can't get any of your cronies close. It's your choice whether you want to allow this or simply have the item not work in the Dante verse. I'm really fine with it either way. For me this is story progression rather than a fight. If you don't want Samus to be able to fight Karl I'm super fine with that. Alternately if you'd rather just I write it, that's cool too. Chances are she wouldn't be able to win at this stage anyway. But I'm going to try because it's what Samus would do :omni:

With that in mind, we can play this as purely story and work out and ending an between ourselves, or if you want we could judge the thing? Here's my proposed stuff. I figure only two posts since you've been writing a lot of fights and I don't want to draw it out.

Word Limit: 1200
Posts Per Player: 2
Time Limit: 72 hours
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: On

I'm totally cool with changing any of this.

Oh and would you mind if I go through with the super move changes before the fight starts? :omni: This would, of course remove the random elements.

Are they one person each? Can they  be  more then one person?  And ca it be done more then once. IM looking for answers but I cant find them

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  [spoiler]Salutations. Operation proceedings have proven fruitful, albeit kinks of inconsistency. Positive results have availed growing success rates. My fellow associates and I are reaching a conclusive apex in our research. Concrete demonstrations will assuredly sate your inquiries and concerns.
  
  We've had several breakthroughs in what we have termed "Mega Evolution." Forcefully amplifying the genomes responsible for adaptation, modification and maturation has relinquished untapped, latent potential. However, it appears that only a select number of species possess this specific gene. Further examination is necessary.
  
  Additionally, our concise hypothesis' on confiscating the cognizant functions and domestication via specially forged 'dominance devices' shows infinite promise. Thus far, capture and entrainment is no longer at the ground stages. We will continue collecting data and disclosing our findings.
  
  I presume we still maintain full support of the PLF, and that when such a time comes, the invaluable assistance of your militia. Our tempered alliance is most crucial to success. We shall have our sovereignty, and you shall have your army.
  
  [float=right]Sincerely,
  ~YouKnowWho[/float][/spoiler]
  

“Careful, little mouse.”

Mickey lurched forward, his head spinning. An infinity of bright cerulean-colored light stretched out before him. Where the heck was he?

Big, hulking green arms wrapped around him, lifting him off the ground as dizziness began to overwhelm him. Thrall?

The hands that held him soon lowered him onto a rather hard seat, and once he had a minute to focus, Mickey could see that the orc chieftain had placed him on his shoulder. He clutched his stomach with one of his gloved hands. Something about this place made him just the slightest bit queasy.

He blinked a few times, trying to straighten up his blurred vision. The lack of clarity reminded him all too much of the concussions he’d suffered in Dante’s Abyss.

“Alright, pal,” Mickey sputtered, “where the heckskies did we skate off to?”

“This,” Thrall began, “is the Astral Realm. Right now, this section remains a blank slate—filled with nothing until you or I impose our will on it. To put it simply, I have brought us into our own little universe… the world of dreams.”

Maybe it had something to do with the encroaching headache, but Mickey had a little bit of trouble comprehending Thrall’s explanation.

Heck, to be honest, all of this stuff confused the molasses out of him. This Omniverse had presented so many things to him that he didn’t understand—and it had only been a week! First, he had no idea how or why he had come to this place, and no clue how to get back. Second, he had just been able to shoot off a big yellow energy beam like it was nothing, with absolutely no explanation. Third, he somehow had managed to snag some earrings that could literally fuse his body, mind, and soul with someone else’s. And now this big green guy had brought him into the dream world?

It was a lot for the little mouse to handle.

Mickey still felt woozy. “…why are you showing me this?”

Thrall contemplated that question for a moment, his eyes focusing on the great blue expanse that rolled out before their eyes. “Little mouse, did you see how the humans looked at you in the streets of Camelot?”

The mouse thought back to the hero’s welcome he had received. Thrall looked up at him, and he nodded, sort of understanding where this was going.

“Rarely in my life have I seen the humans take to one of our kind so readily,” the orc chieftain elaborated. “You have impressed them with your noble stunts in Dante’s Abyss. You can reach them.

“I want you to help me, little mouse—help me make not only Camelot, but the Omniverse a better place for non-humans in general. And in return for you continuing to shine with the light of your honor, I shall help you find what you seek. Beginning with this.”

The mouse’s eyes widened as, off in the distance, a glowing yellow light appeared. He didn’t know why he knew what it was, but he recognized it inherently as the same light that he had tapped into during the competition, when he had killed Delsin Rowe, and then again against Deadpool in that big fight. He slipped off of Thrall’s shoulder, dropping six feet to the ground, and started lumbering toward it. The orc chieftain did not follow, but merely kept explaining.

“You know what that is,” his gruff voice rang out in the empty, blue void, “and I can help you find it.”

Mickey spun around. “Where is it?”

Thrall’s big lips curled into a smile for the first time since Mickey had met him. He waved a hand before him, and the entire world around them started to shift. Before Mickey had time to react, everything went black.

Proto Man found himself in Darkshire a few hours after exiting the Dante Verse.  The guards at the gate seemed almost nervous as they ushered him into the city.  Were they new?  They were present in his records of the town’s active guardsman, and they didn’t seem comfortable after he stated his identity.  He didn’t bother to ask them questions, because he rarely got anything out of anyone in uniform.  The only people who seemed to know anything in this town were Dobson and whoever he had swirling around him on a given day.

As he walked down on the larger and more central streets of the city, Proto Man glanced around and realized that the place looked a little deader than usual. The sun was still high in the sky overhead, and despite the perpetually cloudy weather, there still should have been people milling about.  This was prime time to the street markets to be open, but there was barely a soul to be seen wandering down the cobblestone path.

After a few more minutes, Proto Man arrived at the small building that served as the closest thing to a medical clinic that Darkshire had within its battered walls.  Essentially, the place was just the house of someone who specialized in herbal remedies and anatomy.  Most societies would have called the woman an apothecary or a healer, but in Darkshire, she was just one of a few individuals with better knowledge about treating wounds and mixing chemicals.  Proto Man wasn’t sure why Darkshire lacked anything close to a modern medical treatment facility, especially given its history of being the center of a perpetual warzone.

A knock on the door summoned the young-looking woman who tended to the wounded.  It took her a few moments, but she eventually smiled at the preteen machine.  “Hello, Blues, I haven’t seen you for a while.”

“I was at that contest thing,” he replied as she ushered him into her home.

The remark caused her to furrow her brow.  “I don’t recall hearing about you.”

“I didn’t make the cut,” Proto Man muttered, shrugged his shoulders as he was lead through the woman’s living quarters and into the back half of her house, which doubled as the convalescence and treatment area.  “I guess it’s for the best…I don’t think you should be killing people for sport.”

“You got a good head on those shoulders,” the healer said with a smile as she pulled away a piece of carpet that doubled as a privacy veil.  The curtain slid away to reveal Mireya Vasquez, her eyes glancing out through the window at the little side street that stretched out behind the apothecary’s home.  At hearing the cloth shuffle away, the half-night elf twisted and grinned at the sight of the red robot.  “Blues!”  She shouted, swinging her feet over the bed and hopping down to embrace her companion.  “I heard you got into a scrap with a giant beastie.”

“Something like that,” Proto Man replied as he reached into his bag and retrieved the scale from the defeated Tarrasque.  “It was called a Tarrasque… some type of giant monster with lava for blood.”

“Is it dead?”

The android shrugged his shoulders.  “We all saw it plunge into a fissure in the earth, but there wasn’t a corpse or anything like that.  Just a bunch of pieces of its shell, like this one.”

“Explains the quake a few weeks ago,” Mireya responded as she strode over to a small cabinet and threw it open.  “Did you just return?”  She asked, glancing over her shoulder at the boy as she pulled out her repaired armor.

“Haven’t been her more than ten or fifteen minutes,” Proto Man answered as he watched the woman quickly don the mixture of leather and chainmail armor.  When she finished, she swiftly stowed over a half dozen knives across various parts of her anatomy.  The manner in which she moved bordered on the erratic.  “Are we in a rush?”

Mireya grabbed her glaive and slid it between a pair of hoops.  “This town hasn’t been the same for the last week and a half,” she whispered, her eyes glancing around the open curtain to confirm that the healer was gone.  “This place hasn’t been the same… a town champion was murdered a few days ago, and his head was left in the town square.  I heard they’re trying to pin it on Dobson and some other members of the town guard.  People are whispering about a possible coup against the mayor or a possible liquidation of the garrison.  Can you believe it?  All the darkness outside this town, and they’re on the verge of going at one another’s throats.”

“Should we help?”  Proto Man asked, his expression growing grim as he walked over to the woman’s window and peaked outside.  Her words certainly explained the changed atmosphere that had fallen over the town.

“Your girl is, but I haven’t heard about her in days.”

“My girl?”

“The one with the plague.  Whirda.”

Proto Man nodded his head.  “So you don’t know if she’s okay or not?”

“I heard she met with Dobson a while back, but the drama is all behind closed doors for now… I don’t know if you and I marching up to Town Hall would do any good.”

“So what’s our move?”  The android asked.  Ever since failing to defeat Cindy, he felt as if he was slowly starting to lose control of his life.  First he’d been imprisoned, then he had been left in the facility, and now he was arriving back at Darkshire to find that yet more things were out of his control.

“I say we finish what we started,” Mireya said as she rested one of her slender hands upon the circle of runes etched around the android’s wrist.  "It won't matter how the situation in the Town Hall plays out if the entire Moors are destroyed."

Hello everyone! It's Carn with the usual greetings again. Right now, I'm wandering around the Nexus, trying to figure out what to do next. I mean I have enough Omnillium to keep me busy building my base for other anomalies but somehow, right now, I have no particular reason to do it yet. A lack of motivation perhaps? Lugging my trusty scythe and cleaver as well as a bag full of DA goodies, I walk towards the centerpiece fountain again. Sitting down on the chalk-white floor, my hands start to rummage through my duffel bag. Inside, I find a deactivated camera ball, the one I took with me from the interviewer at the tent. I fiddle around with it, trying to look for an ON switch. "Maybe I should rub it first..." I said in an attempt to turn it on.

*click*
*whirrrrrr*
*tap tap*
"You alive in there, little buddy?"

Tiny LED lights lit up once I heard the click and whir from the small metal orb, its camera lens focusing on me as I hold on its frame. The ball, shaking like a wild salmon, escapes my grip and falls to the ground, rolling away from me. After a good second or two, I gently step on the ball, making sure not to crush it with my weight so I could halt its escape. Realizing the futility of its resistance, the ball succumbs to its new owner, me.

"Ok little one. Again, I am Carn. We met at the tent, remember? I was ever so gracious to spare you from the fate of your comrades. Just be reminded that I won't tolerate any misbehavior on your part. That's my role, to misbehave. Ok?" I tell the ball as I grab it and lift it at eye level. "I kinda need your help here, buddy. Here, link to my phone, I've granted you access to use it but only if I tell you to. " I order the little orb as I held my phone in front of it. "Now...for a name."

A few minutes in, I keep on thinking what should I name the metal ball. I guess this whole naming thing is hard. I wonder how I became Carn. I mentally consult my writer dude for names, each one being rejected immediately.

Max, Jimmy, Roll, Tumble, Cray, Jay, Jolt, Pluto, Tyke. Names I thought of randomly but it's getting annoying so I'll decide one now despite writer dude's protests. No, I've already made up my mind. I won't do it tomorrow, not tomorrow, no delays, I have more arcs to do, I won't listen this time, I WANT TO DO IT NOW!

"Orbo...I'll call you Orbo" Yeah, yeah, I know it's bland guys, believe me, I've heard enough from writer dude already. Please respect my decision, I'm old enough to think for myself. I'm 60,333(?) years old, it's Orbo. That's final. "Ok, Orbo. I want you to follow me around. You don't have to say anything, I'll do the talking. Can you even talk? Nevermind, I'm fine with this. Gives me writing material."

Orbo floating above, I dig into the bag. Inside, there's a sock, a plushie and a volleyball. I wonder what they are for? I pull the volleyball out and immediately notice a hand-shaped stain on it, with what seems to be a smile. A DA souvenir? Whatever it is, it seems to carry with it a sentient atmosphere, the one every objectform anomaly possess as well. Apparently, it can't talk, just like most objectform anomalies or even normal objects, since they are...you know? Dead? Well, more like non-living. Yeah, objects are non-living, objectform anomalies are different. They appear to be objects but are obviously alive. You know that feeling like someone's watching you even though you know nobody's there? Yeah, that's an objectform anomaly. Just to be sure, bring with you the suspected object into a closed, isolated room and do something you usually do like play on your phone. If that object is an anomaly, the object will try to deal with the awkward situation, usually by trying to scare you. Don't worry, you'll live through it. In one piece? Not so sure. Okay, back to the volleyball. I spin it around its back (the side opposite of the 'face') and check any kind of markings. There's something printed in gold, 'Wilson' it says. "I guess you're Wilson? Or is that a brand? Stealthy sponsorship ads."

Before I could think, the volleyball hit me. Well, not literally, it's just that there's this pretty bad, cold sinking feeling trying to fizzle out of me. I mean there's literally hundreds of these volleyballs being sold in the Danteverse as souvenirs, replicas of a joke weapon. I hope not all of them are anomalies. I can't see myself trying to abduct a truck full of inflatables. There's a reason I grabbed this particular one and stashed it in. Whatever reason that is, I do not know either. I mean, I'm an Anomaly! A creature of the present. Worrying about the future is what old people do.

Now, how'd I get this bag in the first place? I remember waking up in a place much like the Nexus, all white. Only difference was that it was an enclosed space with walls of glass. After running away, I led myself back to my barracks room, took Trauma and Tremor and left like a squirrel. I got the bag somewhere back at the lobby where every spectator seemed to flow into another area to watch the silly game. The lobby was where I found these items and stuffed them in my bag. Orbo, my newfound buddy here, was with Trauma and Tremor so I had no trouble looking for him. Just as I jump out of that crack on the space like a rift at the end of the lobby hall, I found myself back here in the Nexus. Everything else was uneventful, even now. I guess this means it's time to move again, move where? I don't know.

"Come Orbo, let's walk around a bit. I might get an idea what to do next. The Anomaly base comes later, once I've found a good spot," I tell the camera ball as I start walking aimlessly towards the north(?).
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As our troupe of travelers passed through the portal into the Tangled Greens, the first sensation that met me was the oppressive heat that washed over my mask. This sort of tropical environment felt familiar, but was far warmer than any place I had ever been. A thick mist obscured large, dark trees that hung overhead, and a frantic mess of buzzing, chirping and squawking assaulted my audio receptors. I did not like this place. The Koopas and I picked our way through the dense underbrush, and it occurred to me that this pathway must not be traveled often for it to have become so overgrown. That, or mysterious forces were at work in this place. Possibly both things were happening. Regardless, I wanted to get to the next portal as soon as possible, but unlike our sojourn through Camelot, the gate to the Ashen Steppes was, according to the Koopa Troop, at the completely opposite end of the Tangled Green.

Resigned to the mugginess of the place, I made no indication of my discomfort as we soldiered on through the forest. After some time, I noticed that several Koopas were walking in rather close proximity to me. At first I wasn't sure if they thought I still needed protection, but then it occurred to me that my inherent aura of cooled air was probably a balm to them within this hot house. There were very few words exchanged, as everyone seemed focus on reserving their energy for a long day's march, but after a time, even I needed to pause for respite.

We came to a small stream that ran through the forest, and many Koopas instantly submerged themselves in the gurgling water. I contented myself to lean against a large tree, which promptly frosted over and began to lose some of its foliage. Rations were broken out for a meal, but being a Toa, I did not take my sustenance in the form of edible food. No...I would have to find some place that was naturally cold in order to replenish my energy. Surely if a place such as this existed within the Omniverse, there must be somewhere that had an appreciably low temperature that I could pull elemental power from. In the mean time, I would have to conserve the use of my control over ice, since I had drained a large portion of my reserves from the previous battle. With any luck, we would have no need of such power in our travels...

Don't hate me guys. I've been a pain - I know - but I've just had trouble finding a suitable (for me at least) second character.

Character Name: Minato Namikaze

Character source: Naruto

Character History: As a child, Minato was regarded as a genius shinobi. High grades in all areas of his Ninja studies. At some point Kushina Uzumaki, his future wife, was brought to The Hidden leaf as the new vessel for the Nine Tailed Fox – however, this was unknown to anyone other than the village leaders. At some point after they had graduated and become a Genin, Ninja from Kumogakure kidnapped Kushina and had almost succeeded in their mission, if not for Minato’s admiration for Kushina’s red hair. Kushina had been dropping strands of her hair along the path the ninja had taken her and it was this that allowed Minato to track them and save her. It was at this point that they became a couple.

Fast forward ten or so years and Minato had become known as ‘The Yellow Flash’, a ninja so fast and so dangerous that if he was to be met in battle by anyone other than a ninja that was as skilled as a high ranking jounin or above, they were to flee the battle immediately. It was at this stage that Minato took on a group of young Ninja consisting of, Kakashi Hatake, Obito Uchiha and Rin Noharah. During the Third Shinobi World War, Minato and his team were tasked to destroy the Kannabi Bridge, however Minato was also supposed to help with the other battles throughout the war zones, so he left Kakashi, a newly appointed Jounin, in charge of the three man squad and sent them on their way to destroy the bridge. After winning a front line battle against 1000 opposing shinobi, single handed, he returned to find that Obito had been killed and Kakashi and Rin surrounded by enemy ninja. Minato saved them and returned to The Hidden Leaf with the two surviving members of his team to mourn Obito. Minato's competing obligations would later repeat the tragedy of Obito's death: while he was away on another mission, Rin was kidnapped by Kirigakure and died during Kakashi's attempt to retrieve her.

At some point before Naruto was born Minato encountered A of Kumogakure a number of times during the war. During their first meeting, Minato and A compared their speed, with Minato proving the faster. He received orders to retreat before their competition could resolve, but he lingered to compliment A (The future fourth Raikage) and his brother, B, a jinchūriki like Kushina; he encouraged A to take care of B and remember he was a person. A pursued Minato, so Minato moved against B, threatening to kill him if A didn't let him and his team go. Minato was confident he and A would someday meet as Kage.

For his performance during the War, Minato was chosen over Orochimaru to become Fourth Hokage. During the gradual transfer of responsibilities from the Third Hokage to him, the Third advised Minato to restore Kakashi's value of life by tasking him with protecting Kushina during her pregnancy. As a jinchūriki, the strain of childbirth would weaken the seal keeping the Nine-Tails sealed into Kushina. For that reason special precautions had to be taken: the child would secretly be delivered in a remote location outside of the village, with barriers around the area and several Anbu guards as extra protection. Naruto was born on the night of October 10. Only moments after the birth Minato began making preparations to restore the Nine-Tails' weakened seal, but he was interrupted by the arrival of a masked man, otherwise known as Tobi. Tobi killed the Anbu guards and midwives and took Naruto hostage, threatening to kill him if Minato didn't back away from Kushina. Minato immediately took Naruto back from him, yet discovered explosive tags had been planted on Naruto. Minato was forced to teleport away to keep Naruto from harm, allowing Tobi to escape with Kushina. He found a safe place for Naruto and teleported to Kushina in time to save her from being killed by the Nine-Tails, extracted from her body by Tobi. He reunited mother and son before heading out to protect the village.

Minato was able to save the village from a tailed beast ball and then was forced to teleport away, in an attempt to escape, from Tobi. Tobi, however, pursued him. During his battle with Tobi, Minato was able to place a seal on Tobi that released the Nine Tails from his control, which caused it to retreat from the village and eventually find both Minato, as Tobi is forced to retreat. Kushina is able to catch up to Minato and together they begin battle with the nine tails. After a long battle, Minato uses the Dead Demon Consuming Seal to seal half of the Nine Tails’ Chakra within his own body, and the other half inside of Naruto – his infant son – thus saving the Village and returning the world to an era of peace.

With the Dead Demon Consuming Seal over, Minato’s life begins to fade, his vision darkens as the Third Hokage and several elite jounin reach him. It is at this point that Minato finds himself within a dark area, his vision blocked by some form of perpetual darkness, yet, he feels just as alive as he had earlier that morning, before Kushina had gone into labour. Omni had restored his life and pulled him into the Omniverse.

Physical Description:


Minato has bright, blue eyes and spikey, blonde hair. He has Jaw length bangs that frame both sides of his face. According to Jiraiya, his former teacher, Kushina and other village members, Minato is very handsome. He wears the usual Konoha shinobi outfit, which consists of a blue, long sleeved, t-shirt with two bands on both sleeves. A green flak jacket is worn over this blue shirt and over this jacket, he wears a short-sleeved long white haori over his normal attire, closed in the front by a thin, orange rope. The haori was decorated by red flame-like motifs on the edges, with the kanji for "Fourth Hokage" written vertically down the back. He wears a pair of Blue pants with a bandage wrapped around the thigh, just above the knee, of his right leg, with a Kunai holster strapped over the bandage. Both of his ankles are wrapped in bandages and he wears a pair of blue – open toed – Ninja sandals.

Stats:
ATK:3
DEF:1
SPD:4
TEC:2

Starting Proficiencies: (2000)
- Physical Strength (1000)
- Ranged Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers: (1500)
- Teleportation Basic (1500)

Starting Moves: (1200)
- Hiraishin Kunai (Physical and Ranged Proficiency) (600) – The Hiraishin Kunai (Flying thunder God Kunai) are custom made Kunai and are the signature weapon of Minato. Minato has the leather handles of these Kunai marked with his own seal that allows him to use it in conjunction with his Space –Time Ninjutsu. The Kunai can be used within Close combat or thrown at a max range of 25 meters before its trajectory begins to drop.

Hi there. Name's GamerXZ...

Say,um, I registered for this site about a week ago but I still haven't recieved approval from anybody so
I could properly join the this place. Could I have done something wrong?

As it stands, Gildarts has only 3 canon moves. 2 of which I have made into supermoves (T1 and T2 and also have exercised the concept of giving him one of the 3 FT spells)

I'm pretty content with the moves he has, and have another supermove/idea up my sleeve for later, but, I can't help to wonder if I have 2 canon, why not make it inclusive of all three?

It is called Mizuwari, and it is a water based move that pretty much creates a tsunami (however I would also modify it into a wall of earth). I don't want to accumulate too many moves for Gildarts because I don't want to feel bored with too many selections and would much rather strategize a move into fitting the events of battle. But on the other hand it couldn't hurt to have an AOE move before I get into some gravity based selections.

Edit: I should also mention that Gildarts will be practically living in the Vastly Deep.

Thoughts on if the move is worth my time, and more importantly, my OM ?