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<![CDATA[Omni Archive - The Nexus]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/ Fri, 25 Sep 2026 06:04:30 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Traveling to Tangled Green]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7802 Sun, 12 Aug 2018 07:22:01 +0000 Kuroji Setsu]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7802
He was still in awe and in confusion in relation to the scenery of which was still all too foreign, seeming. There would maybe never be a time where this veritable lobby between worlds would make real sense to him.

It simply was not something that fit with the understanding he carried from being in his world.

And yet, his world had a certain unreal aspect to it as well.]]>
He was still in awe and in confusion in relation to the scenery of which was still all too foreign, seeming. There would maybe never be a time where this veritable lobby between worlds would make real sense to him.

It simply was not something that fit with the understanding he carried from being in his world.

And yet, his world had a certain unreal aspect to it as well.]]> <![CDATA[Dreams of Old Memories]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7778 Tue, 07 Aug 2018 14:30:19 +0000 Ricter]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7778
Odd images began to form around the dark shadowy expanse, images he recognized, shapes that contorted and moved in manners that were all around natural but also just scary in some ways. These images were parts of his past, things he’s gone through, seen before, memories collecting into one large cauldron that was this void he felt like he was standing in.

Moving closer to the images that passed by in what ever form he had taken in this expanse, he felt them drift by, moving along and no longer being really tangible at all, it felt like he was some kind of ghost. Though if these were in fact memories then he couldn't interact with them anyways, but was this a dream? Was this reality? It was a hard thing to discern.

It was here he tried to remember what had happened not too long ago, what he went through and why he was maybe here, thinking about this sort of thing. But before he could even pull his mind into a coherent thought process he would notice something about his past that he had long forgotten. Someone, and something that he had both repressed and forgotten about some time ago.

His eyes would now scan over the fractions of a memory he had long since held but never truly forgot about, watching the figures play out as this image seemed to distract him completely. Looking into it he would soon see both a little girl and a small little ferret like creature, big enough for her to carry with no problem in her arms but small enough that it wasn’t heavy for her.

The girl had black hair and looked to be around her late teens, she wore robes, open ones that showed what she had on underneath. Some pants, a shirt, nothing too amazing, and a pare of soft toe shoes that laced around her foot in a manner that resembled something more old and less of a the new age sandal you see normally.

She was running towards something, hearing loud noises in the back drop as the images began to swirl into a dome around Ricter. Ensuring the entire scene played out as he watched from the confines of the bubble that now formed in this empty space.

Eventually the girl would come to her home, placing down the small ferret that would stand up on its hind legs and look up at her, the girl smiled and bent down to pet him a few times before heading up stairs. The weasel would follow, scampering along and ensuring they kept pace with their master.

Inside of a room they would sit, the girl would be skimming over books and what not, pulling them off shelves and looking for something specific. She seemed to be only after one piece of script, and once she found it, eventually that is, she would begin to mouth out the words and read it off.

No words were said, no sound could be heard besides the moving shadows that clamored around outside of the dome, although no sound was needed. He knew what this memory was, and as he watched on he would sit down and simply let it play on. As the girl continued to read the ferret would sit on her bed, just watching and wondering what she was doing with a puzzled expression and innocent look to the little fuzzy creatures eyes.

Eventually as time went on odd sparkles would begin forming around the small critter, which seemed to be confused by this as they sniffed the sparkles and gently swiped at them with a little paw. Soon, a ring of energy would form around them, making them jump a bit from the sudden formation of light that now boxed them in, the feral critter was startled.

But calmed down as a hand reached down and patted them on the head, causing their worries to melt away, the girl would keep reading. Eventually once she stopped talking the circle would soon encompass the little creature and engulf them in a blinding light.

A light that would permeate through the area for some time before eventually fading, revealing the same little feral weasel however a bit bigger than average, at almost three times the size. However that didn’t stop the girl from reaching down and trying to pick them up.

“My aren't you heavy...”

Ricter would say, mirroring the words that the girl probably said as the large feral weasel would tilt his head and begin speaking back to the girl. It would seem what ever the young magician did to her pet allowed them to communicate back, in addition to making them a lot bigger than average.

The talking would go back and forth for a little bit but soon it would end in the large weasel hugging the girl and causing her to hug them back, they looked happy. At this moment the memory would end, the bubble breaking apart into wispy shadows that dissipated and released themselves to form new memories.

Looking around the shadows were forming again, some in this location, some in another, it was just like before, and he knew if he wanted to experience another he just had to walk over and sit down to watch it play out. Their was something about watching your own history that made him feel odd, like this was all fake but all so real at the same time.

Especially since he remembered this memory, it was so vivid in his mind now that he wouldn’t have forgotten about such an important event. It was the day he was made into a familiar by the witch who was his owner, it was the day he was given a mind to speak and a strong body to help her with.

It was the day his brain began to process things other than who was friend, foe and food. It was the day he was given intelligence and over all what lead to what he would become soon enough, which made him think about this for a moment, but his mind pulled him away from any thoughts he could try to make here.

Looking on he began moving towards yet another mass of shadows and what not. The shadows here were smaller, more compacted but the images were easy to tell once he got close. As like before the bubble would form around him once he got to close and stayed in the area, allowing him to see more details.

Ahead the two shapes began to show a small girl, around the age of five or so beginning to open presents, it seemed like it was her birthday and two adult figures were off in the distance, both watching on but their faces were obscured and even their bodies seemed to be blurry in the vision. There was also a third blurry image, a smaller child, probably an infant.

The child, also having black hair and being a female, would have on cute little pigtails and seem so happy to pull out boxes of presents as she opened up the lids to reveal toys shes always wanted and things of that nature.

However she was given a box with holes in the side and she pointed, asking the two figures that were around her why. Or at least it was easy to tell what she was possibly asking them with her overly dramatic pointing, making Ricter smile a bit. This was a memory his mind couldn’t process at the time but it seemed some part of him kept and retained it still all this time.

She would be given an answer from the two images and the girl nodded, smiling before popping open the lid and looking inside. Her eyes opened up in dazzling amazement as she reached in and pulled out a little tiny ferret, a young one at at that.

She seemed so elated, petting and rubbing it against her face as the small ferret would nibble on her fingers and seemingly enjoyed the attention. She would say a few words to the critter, none that would register in its mind for a while, but somehow he knew what the girl was saying even though he shouldn’t.

“I’ll call you Ricter, your going to be my best friend...”

The stoat stated, filling in the words for her as he began to get sad, not for what was mentioned but missing what he felt was now gone from him. He missed his friend, the life they had together and started on this very day, the day he was currently seeing once again.

He was beginning to recall when Abigail’s parents had picked him up at a pet vendor, they didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t buy her a dog so they settled for him instead, a simple weasel. Nothing that would break the bank but it was a fuzzy animal and it was alive and tame, so why not?

Part of him snickered at the logic they had for picking him as a pet, especially for what it would lead too, most kids would want a rabbit, or a big dog as their companion. But she didn’t complain, actually she supported having him the entire time he knew her.

Sure kids teased her about having a weasel for a pet, and they always remarked on how dogs were better, or she should get a cat or something. But no, she stayed with him through out everything they went through together and in the end she offered him what was essentially an immortal life with her as a familiar.

He felt lucky, and proud to some degree, but as the images began to fade yet again he would begin to get up once more, the swirling of shadows beginning to form again, allowing him the choice to keep going to look into more things.

“Am I in my own head? I can’t really remember anything that happened before I got here..”]]>
Odd images began to form around the dark shadowy expanse, images he recognized, shapes that contorted and moved in manners that were all around natural but also just scary in some ways. These images were parts of his past, things he’s gone through, seen before, memories collecting into one large cauldron that was this void he felt like he was standing in.

Moving closer to the images that passed by in what ever form he had taken in this expanse, he felt them drift by, moving along and no longer being really tangible at all, it felt like he was some kind of ghost. Though if these were in fact memories then he couldn't interact with them anyways, but was this a dream? Was this reality? It was a hard thing to discern.

It was here he tried to remember what had happened not too long ago, what he went through and why he was maybe here, thinking about this sort of thing. But before he could even pull his mind into a coherent thought process he would notice something about his past that he had long forgotten. Someone, and something that he had both repressed and forgotten about some time ago.

His eyes would now scan over the fractions of a memory he had long since held but never truly forgot about, watching the figures play out as this image seemed to distract him completely. Looking into it he would soon see both a little girl and a small little ferret like creature, big enough for her to carry with no problem in her arms but small enough that it wasn’t heavy for her.

The girl had black hair and looked to be around her late teens, she wore robes, open ones that showed what she had on underneath. Some pants, a shirt, nothing too amazing, and a pare of soft toe shoes that laced around her foot in a manner that resembled something more old and less of a the new age sandal you see normally.

She was running towards something, hearing loud noises in the back drop as the images began to swirl into a dome around Ricter. Ensuring the entire scene played out as he watched from the confines of the bubble that now formed in this empty space.

Eventually the girl would come to her home, placing down the small ferret that would stand up on its hind legs and look up at her, the girl smiled and bent down to pet him a few times before heading up stairs. The weasel would follow, scampering along and ensuring they kept pace with their master.

Inside of a room they would sit, the girl would be skimming over books and what not, pulling them off shelves and looking for something specific. She seemed to be only after one piece of script, and once she found it, eventually that is, she would begin to mouth out the words and read it off.

No words were said, no sound could be heard besides the moving shadows that clamored around outside of the dome, although no sound was needed. He knew what this memory was, and as he watched on he would sit down and simply let it play on. As the girl continued to read the ferret would sit on her bed, just watching and wondering what she was doing with a puzzled expression and innocent look to the little fuzzy creatures eyes.

Eventually as time went on odd sparkles would begin forming around the small critter, which seemed to be confused by this as they sniffed the sparkles and gently swiped at them with a little paw. Soon, a ring of energy would form around them, making them jump a bit from the sudden formation of light that now boxed them in, the feral critter was startled.

But calmed down as a hand reached down and patted them on the head, causing their worries to melt away, the girl would keep reading. Eventually once she stopped talking the circle would soon encompass the little creature and engulf them in a blinding light.

A light that would permeate through the area for some time before eventually fading, revealing the same little feral weasel however a bit bigger than average, at almost three times the size. However that didn’t stop the girl from reaching down and trying to pick them up.

“My aren't you heavy...”

Ricter would say, mirroring the words that the girl probably said as the large feral weasel would tilt his head and begin speaking back to the girl. It would seem what ever the young magician did to her pet allowed them to communicate back, in addition to making them a lot bigger than average.

The talking would go back and forth for a little bit but soon it would end in the large weasel hugging the girl and causing her to hug them back, they looked happy. At this moment the memory would end, the bubble breaking apart into wispy shadows that dissipated and released themselves to form new memories.

Looking around the shadows were forming again, some in this location, some in another, it was just like before, and he knew if he wanted to experience another he just had to walk over and sit down to watch it play out. Their was something about watching your own history that made him feel odd, like this was all fake but all so real at the same time.

Especially since he remembered this memory, it was so vivid in his mind now that he wouldn’t have forgotten about such an important event. It was the day he was made into a familiar by the witch who was his owner, it was the day he was given a mind to speak and a strong body to help her with.

It was the day his brain began to process things other than who was friend, foe and food. It was the day he was given intelligence and over all what lead to what he would become soon enough, which made him think about this for a moment, but his mind pulled him away from any thoughts he could try to make here.

Looking on he began moving towards yet another mass of shadows and what not. The shadows here were smaller, more compacted but the images were easy to tell once he got close. As like before the bubble would form around him once he got to close and stayed in the area, allowing him to see more details.

Ahead the two shapes began to show a small girl, around the age of five or so beginning to open presents, it seemed like it was her birthday and two adult figures were off in the distance, both watching on but their faces were obscured and even their bodies seemed to be blurry in the vision. There was also a third blurry image, a smaller child, probably an infant.

The child, also having black hair and being a female, would have on cute little pigtails and seem so happy to pull out boxes of presents as she opened up the lids to reveal toys shes always wanted and things of that nature.

However she was given a box with holes in the side and she pointed, asking the two figures that were around her why. Or at least it was easy to tell what she was possibly asking them with her overly dramatic pointing, making Ricter smile a bit. This was a memory his mind couldn’t process at the time but it seemed some part of him kept and retained it still all this time.

She would be given an answer from the two images and the girl nodded, smiling before popping open the lid and looking inside. Her eyes opened up in dazzling amazement as she reached in and pulled out a little tiny ferret, a young one at at that.

She seemed so elated, petting and rubbing it against her face as the small ferret would nibble on her fingers and seemingly enjoyed the attention. She would say a few words to the critter, none that would register in its mind for a while, but somehow he knew what the girl was saying even though he shouldn’t.

“I’ll call you Ricter, your going to be my best friend...”

The stoat stated, filling in the words for her as he began to get sad, not for what was mentioned but missing what he felt was now gone from him. He missed his friend, the life they had together and started on this very day, the day he was currently seeing once again.

He was beginning to recall when Abigail’s parents had picked him up at a pet vendor, they didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t buy her a dog so they settled for him instead, a simple weasel. Nothing that would break the bank but it was a fuzzy animal and it was alive and tame, so why not?

Part of him snickered at the logic they had for picking him as a pet, especially for what it would lead too, most kids would want a rabbit, or a big dog as their companion. But she didn’t complain, actually she supported having him the entire time he knew her.

Sure kids teased her about having a weasel for a pet, and they always remarked on how dogs were better, or she should get a cat or something. But no, she stayed with him through out everything they went through together and in the end she offered him what was essentially an immortal life with her as a familiar.

He felt lucky, and proud to some degree, but as the images began to fade yet again he would begin to get up once more, the swirling of shadows beginning to form again, allowing him the choice to keep going to look into more things.

“Am I in my own head? I can’t really remember anything that happened before I got here..”]]> <![CDATA[New Hunting Grounds]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7767 Fri, 03 Aug 2018 22:26:45 +0000 Cassie]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7767
They had done many wonderful things for her, enhanced by years of training with her fathar. The Legendary Huntsman's tales were unique and as varied as the people in the realms themselves. So when Omni took her from her world and explained that he was 'interested' in her, Cassie had alarms going off in her head.

Whoever this being was, or whatever he wanted, Cassie didn't have it. She was sure he must have been after her father or something, but couldn't find him and so took her instead. It was the only train of thought that made any sense to her. Cassie didn't have time to be some cosmic plaything! Her poor father was sick and she needed to find him a cure.

Omni offered her no cure. Only his energy, which he called Omnilium or something like that. Cassie couldn't make heads or tails of the stuff, but she had more important things on her mind. Once Omni sent her to some fountain, all she could do was load her father's crossbow and check on Zigs, thankful at least that Omni let her have her best friend.

The Hunter's Daughter hadn't spoken until she was taken to the 'Nexus'. She found that she was unable to speak, actually. As if Omni took her voice or something. Weird.

[Image: go__zigs___cassie_model_beta__dl__by_000...bww9lg.png]

[Image: go__zigs___cassie_model_beta__dl__by_000...bww9lg.png]

"Alright, Zigs! Let's get going! I don't know where we are or who that guy was, but we can figure that out later. We have a cure to find!"

'SQUAWK!'

"I know. I'm kind of scared, too. But we've faced worse, right? As long as we're together, there's nothing we can't do! Come on, buddy!"

Cassie gathered her bearings and checked her supplies. She seemed to be fully equipped for battle. Zigs was in good health, and her father's crossbow was a clean and deadly as ever.

The wait was over. No more guessing. No more doubt.

Cassie would save her father, even if she had to search every end of this realm to do so.]]>
They had done many wonderful things for her, enhanced by years of training with her fathar. The Legendary Huntsman's tales were unique and as varied as the people in the realms themselves. So when Omni took her from her world and explained that he was 'interested' in her, Cassie had alarms going off in her head.

Whoever this being was, or whatever he wanted, Cassie didn't have it. She was sure he must have been after her father or something, but couldn't find him and so took her instead. It was the only train of thought that made any sense to her. Cassie didn't have time to be some cosmic plaything! Her poor father was sick and she needed to find him a cure.

Omni offered her no cure. Only his energy, which he called Omnilium or something like that. Cassie couldn't make heads or tails of the stuff, but she had more important things on her mind. Once Omni sent her to some fountain, all she could do was load her father's crossbow and check on Zigs, thankful at least that Omni let her have her best friend.

The Hunter's Daughter hadn't spoken until she was taken to the 'Nexus'. She found that she was unable to speak, actually. As if Omni took her voice or something. Weird.

[Image: go__zigs___cassie_model_beta__dl__by_000...bww9lg.png]

"Alright, Zigs! Let's get going! I don't know where we are or who that guy was, but we can figure that out later. We have a cure to find!"

'SQUAWK!'

"I know. I'm kind of scared, too. But we've faced worse, right? As long as we're together, there's nothing we can't do! Come on, buddy!"

Cassie gathered her bearings and checked her supplies. She seemed to be fully equipped for battle. Zigs was in good health, and her father's crossbow was a clean and deadly as ever.

The wait was over. No more guessing. No more doubt.

Cassie would save her father, even if she had to search every end of this realm to do so.]]> <![CDATA[THWACK]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7753 Wed, 01 Aug 2018 12:54:34 +0000 Gogo Yubari]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7753 *THWACK*

Six inches of sharpened steel punctured through the side of her skull.

Hot blood ran in rivulets down her cheeks.

Chain slid through limp fingers.

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Her knees hit the floor.

Her eyes opened. When had she closed them?

She couldn’t move. She was paralysed, stuck fast before a bright white figure. Or, was that right? Was he white, or was he nothing at all? He was talking. He was probably God. She should listen. Damnit, what was he saying? He wasn’t going to repeat himself? Shit. That didn’t seem fair. Didn’t he know she had a headache?

She tried, hard to rewind the last few second in her mind’s eye; a difficult feat, as she could still feel the ache where metal had forcibly scrambled her brains. Go too far back and there’d been sharp agony in her foot, an intake of breath, then, and, then, then she was here.

Okay. Concentrate, Gogo. He’s probably not telling you anything good right now. You did not live a virtuous life.

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.”

Well. That wasn’t ominous at all.

She opened her eyes. Her lips parted. Her chest heaved. New breath filled her lungs. She stumbled, tripped. She could move again. Trembling fingers raised to the side of her skull, where – she was certain – death had driven straight through skin, flesh and bone to send her down, down, down. Black Mamba was good.

When she drew her fingers back, they were dirtied, but free of grey matter. The blood flaked away from the side of her skull; a thin crust of death. One which now flaked away between her fingertips as she rubbed them together. Her expression went from comically shocked to contemplative as her eyes drifted over the crumbling scab between her fingertips.

Was that right? Had she died? Was that what had happened?

She tried to hold on to that memory. It threatened to slip away, and she couldn’t keep a grip on that sharp moment of impact. It dulled beneath her attention, sliding out of focus and into an indistinct blur. What Omni had said? That stood out starker. She could remember all of it with stark clarity. Even the bits she had been too dazed to pay attention to.

Everything about the figure was sharp and crisp and defined in her mind. What he had said had the ring of truth to it. Why would he bother to lie? Whilst the exact ending of the fight was increasingly dreamlike, Gogo was certain that she had faced Black Mamba, and she was equally certain that such a fight could only end with one of two possible outcomes. There was no chance that this was some hallucination or coma dream. No. Black Mamba did not leave people in any state to dream. She was a rude awakening.

She wiped the back of her hand across her cheeks. Sticky blood pulled away from her face; tacky, not yet dried, but not free-flowing either.

What was it he had said? That he found her interesting? That was not too surprising, she supposed. She was an entertaining person, so long as your tastes ran towards horror movies.

She allowed the faintest smile to creep onto her features as her eyes lifted from her blood-stained fingertips, and towards the fountain before her. She had always known she was good at what she did, it was pleasing the Divine agreed.

Two brisk steps took Gogo to the fountain, and she dipped her hands into the cool water. It took only a few moments to wash the blood from her face and hair, cleansing away the evidence of her demise, other than a faint sense of tenderness beneath her fingers.

After cleaning the blood out of her hair, from her face, it was time to think.

It didn’t take her long to go through the basic principles, and their ramifications.

He had said that she could have whatever she wanted if she desired it enough, it would just come naturally. If the sequence of events she thought had happened, had actually happened, she didn’t have long to waste. She needed at least one very important thing, very quickly.

It took several minutes of concentration, but the more she thought on it, the more she found that the strange being was right. She could feel the power within her, and it responded to her desires. Her hand clenched, opened, and then bright white energy pooled in her palm. She’d assumed that there’d be more to it, but in fact, she thought about what she wanted when Black Mamba came calling and in just a few minutes, the heavy chain was wrapped once more about her wrist, and the familiar weight was swinging like a pendulum from her arm.

She cracked her neck, staring at the point where she had materialised.

"Well, Black Mamba?" She said, addressing, seemingly, the world at large. The first words she had spoken since her apparent demise, her voice cool as ice, flat, without even a hint of emotion.

"Round two."]]> <![CDATA[Flight of Fancy (Open)]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7747 Tue, 31 Jul 2018 19:33:16 +0000 Professor Sunshine]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7747
Still though, as Sunshine looked around, she saw that things looked a bit... bland to her in the place she was currently, besides the fountain. "Hmm... I have to admit that the fountain does look pretty beautiful, but wherever this is looks pretty boring, I mean look at the floor and sky! They're both the same shade of boring white! If this was a place in the mind this would make sense, but even then I would never decorate a place with just pure white! I'll definitely need to decorate this place with pure charisma, maybe that will help!"

Holding out her hands, Sunshine quickly begun to fly up into the air, focusing her energy on creating a simple rainbow platform around the Fountain in a attempt to try to decorate the Nexus with some color. However, as she continued to create, her rainbow creation was beginning to fade back into Omnilium as she continued to fly, causing the cloud woman to try to fly even faster in order to finish the rainbow before it faded completely. Despite her efforts however, the rainbow did fade before Sunshine could land, and while it had saddened her that she could not create any new things, she tried to keep her smile regardless.

"Well it's certainly a... bummer that I can't color up this Nexus permanently, but you gotta keep a good smile on your face Sunshine. Can't let the world see you as just another sad brooding cloud, you gotta stay charismatic and happy about things. As Sunshine continued to try to stay hopeful about things, she eventually decided to just try to travel in one direction to keep calm. Flying to the top of the Fountain, Sunshine tried to get a better look about which gate to go through, before finally deciding on the gate to the west as her first choice, followed by the gate to the south if things did not work out there.

Flying back down to about 1 foot from the ground, Sunshine then began to fly in the direction of the gate to the west, testing out to see if she had kept any other abilities while in this Omniverse. While she could still turn into a sort of vapor which could let her phase through objects, she was unable to do any of her other powers, such as shape shifting or the ability to turn her body into a bunch of small clouds, though despite this Sunshine kept herself happy. "Okay, so I only have the power to phase through things and fly so far, but hopefully that means I can always regain my powers later on and become a better hero in the process. I mean, the idea of losing your powers only to gain new ones does sound dramatic and cool, but the powers I did have I would prefer over something new and random.]]>
Still though, as Sunshine looked around, she saw that things looked a bit... bland to her in the place she was currently, besides the fountain. "Hmm... I have to admit that the fountain does look pretty beautiful, but wherever this is looks pretty boring, I mean look at the floor and sky! They're both the same shade of boring white! If this was a place in the mind this would make sense, but even then I would never decorate a place with just pure white! I'll definitely need to decorate this place with pure charisma, maybe that will help!"

Holding out her hands, Sunshine quickly begun to fly up into the air, focusing her energy on creating a simple rainbow platform around the Fountain in a attempt to try to decorate the Nexus with some color. However, as she continued to create, her rainbow creation was beginning to fade back into Omnilium as she continued to fly, causing the cloud woman to try to fly even faster in order to finish the rainbow before it faded completely. Despite her efforts however, the rainbow did fade before Sunshine could land, and while it had saddened her that she could not create any new things, she tried to keep her smile regardless.

"Well it's certainly a... bummer that I can't color up this Nexus permanently, but you gotta keep a good smile on your face Sunshine. Can't let the world see you as just another sad brooding cloud, you gotta stay charismatic and happy about things. As Sunshine continued to try to stay hopeful about things, she eventually decided to just try to travel in one direction to keep calm. Flying to the top of the Fountain, Sunshine tried to get a better look about which gate to go through, before finally deciding on the gate to the west as her first choice, followed by the gate to the south if things did not work out there.

Flying back down to about 1 foot from the ground, Sunshine then began to fly in the direction of the gate to the west, testing out to see if she had kept any other abilities while in this Omniverse. While she could still turn into a sort of vapor which could let her phase through objects, she was unable to do any of her other powers, such as shape shifting or the ability to turn her body into a bunch of small clouds, though despite this Sunshine kept herself happy. "Okay, so I only have the power to phase through things and fly so far, but hopefully that means I can always regain my powers later on and become a better hero in the process. I mean, the idea of losing your powers only to gain new ones does sound dramatic and cool, but the powers I did have I would prefer over something new and random.]]> <![CDATA[The Scarlet Swordsman (Chapter 1)]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7735 Fri, 27 Jul 2018 22:15:33 +0000 James Knight]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7735
"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.”

Whoever Omni was, he had taken an interest in him. James did not know if it was a good thing, or a bad thing. Or why he was stuck in the void. In addition he felt weaker somehow, like all his strength had been drained from his body completely. Apparently he had been brought to this place because he interested the individual. Whether or not this was a good thing or not, he did not know. However, he did need to know the rules of the place, and so he decided to listen intently, and prepare himself for what he'd need to do. Step one was gathering information about the place so he could know how things worked. From there, he'd have to find shelter, and a base of operations. Of course, all this depended on getting the use of his body back actually. Which was not responding to him wanting it to move at all.

“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.

Those words were spoken after a rainbow colored orb was handed over to James, that seemed to shimmer. So the orb was Omnilium and could apparently make anything someone desired. The rest of the speech caused him to nod off for a few moments, not remembering it, but he would recall it later. When he awoke he was somewhere that was pure white, in stark contrast to the old place.

Noticing he was in the middle of what appeared to be some sort of Fountain, James Knight immediately dismissed the orb. Later he could resummon it if he needed it, but he had things to think about, and prepare for. Climbing out of the Fountain, and dripping with water from it, James wished that he was dry. Suddenly a heat came out of the orb and dried the clothes he had on. So the Orb did function, somewhat like the individual had said. The utility of the orb was something he was going to have to test down the line, see what all it was capable of.

The vast white expanse of the place reminded him almost of a sanitarium, or the walls of Waza's interior which really needed some actual color. The GSP HQ had a similar design as well, but not this horrible amount of white. Nothing but white, in fact.

Upon further examination, he noticed eight structures. Each of them were different. The nearest gates were one that appeared to be made out of stone, and also one that appeared to be futuristic. They both were guarded, while the others appeared to not be.

The one that looked more old school did not appeal to James. Likely the technology level of such a place was low, which meant he couldn't rebuild his Hunter VG, or get his abilities back as easily. The technological gate was the one that appealed to him the most, to be honest. So there was something he'd made as a decision. His first choice in the Omniverse.

With that, James Knight started towards that gate. Perhaps they'd have technology there that could allow him to become like Megaman and perhaps have a similar power at his disposal.]]>
"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.”

Whoever Omni was, he had taken an interest in him. James did not know if it was a good thing, or a bad thing. Or why he was stuck in the void. In addition he felt weaker somehow, like all his strength had been drained from his body completely. Apparently he had been brought to this place because he interested the individual. Whether or not this was a good thing or not, he did not know. However, he did need to know the rules of the place, and so he decided to listen intently, and prepare himself for what he'd need to do. Step one was gathering information about the place so he could know how things worked. From there, he'd have to find shelter, and a base of operations. Of course, all this depended on getting the use of his body back actually. Which was not responding to him wanting it to move at all.

“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.

Those words were spoken after a rainbow colored orb was handed over to James, that seemed to shimmer. So the orb was Omnilium and could apparently make anything someone desired. The rest of the speech caused him to nod off for a few moments, not remembering it, but he would recall it later. When he awoke he was somewhere that was pure white, in stark contrast to the old place.

Noticing he was in the middle of what appeared to be some sort of Fountain, James Knight immediately dismissed the orb. Later he could resummon it if he needed it, but he had things to think about, and prepare for. Climbing out of the Fountain, and dripping with water from it, James wished that he was dry. Suddenly a heat came out of the orb and dried the clothes he had on. So the Orb did function, somewhat like the individual had said. The utility of the orb was something he was going to have to test down the line, see what all it was capable of.

The vast white expanse of the place reminded him almost of a sanitarium, or the walls of Waza's interior which really needed some actual color. The GSP HQ had a similar design as well, but not this horrible amount of white. Nothing but white, in fact.

Upon further examination, he noticed eight structures. Each of them were different. The nearest gates were one that appeared to be made out of stone, and also one that appeared to be futuristic. They both were guarded, while the others appeared to not be.

The one that looked more old school did not appeal to James. Likely the technology level of such a place was low, which meant he couldn't rebuild his Hunter VG, or get his abilities back as easily. The technological gate was the one that appealed to him the most, to be honest. So there was something he'd made as a decision. His first choice in the Omniverse.

With that, James Knight started towards that gate. Perhaps they'd have technology there that could allow him to become like Megaman and perhaps have a similar power at his disposal.]]> <![CDATA[Red, White, And Blue]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7732 Fri, 27 Jul 2018 05:41:57 +0000 Desman Black]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7732 That’s all there was.
An endless whirl of darkness, expanding beyond Des’s horizon.

“Go, before he realises you’re missing.”

“Ah-”

A kaleidoscope of colors and scenes raced past Desman, the images sorting themselves into the vague shape of a cylinder. With so much stimuli the surroundings made him feel like he was drowning…. Wait, he was actually drowning, he could feel the water in his lungs… he had to…

*splash*
Desman gasped at the air as he emerged from the bottom of the fountain, his hair soaked and covering his eyes. He swept it to the side to reveal the white expanse he expected. It would be another long walk.]]> <![CDATA[With gears, and blackpowder]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7715 Thu, 19 Jul 2018 13:56:59 +0000 Noragnir Wolfsttag]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7715
Noragnir sighed running a hand through his hair as he worked the locking mechanism of the Ravager breaking it open, and ejecting the massive spent shell from within. "I seem to have lost most of my gear, but I seem to still have my main weapons." He finished reloading the weapon, and slid it into it's on his back the hammer carefully placed in the safe position as he checked over the rest of his belongings. "Ah the pistol is here, and I even have a few grenades." He stated simply smiling as he also found his stash of cigars, tabac, pipe, and flask intact bringing a laugh from deep in his chest. "Excellent indeed." He boomed taking a long swig, before lighting a cigar with a match as his eyes turned to the gates he could see in the distance noting some of the looks he had received during his time checking himself over.

The engineer smiled as he drew out the orb once more exhaling a cloud of smoke as he shifted the cigar in his mouth. "Now that strange fellow said this stuff could make anything let's see how true that rings." He said softly closing his eyes as he gripped the orb focusing on the form of a steam bike a form of transportation in his world. He was surprised at how long it took having held still for over five minutes, before he felt the orb cool in his hand, and opened his eyes to see the steambike sitting before him as a smile split his face. "Well now isn't that interesting." He said slipping the orb away as he settled onto the bike, and kicked it to life focusing his eyes on the gate to Coruscant. "Time to find something interesting then yeah." He mutters to himself as he speed off towards the gate, and the city on the other side.]]>
Noragnir sighed running a hand through his hair as he worked the locking mechanism of the Ravager breaking it open, and ejecting the massive spent shell from within. "I seem to have lost most of my gear, but I seem to still have my main weapons." He finished reloading the weapon, and slid it into it's on his back the hammer carefully placed in the safe position as he checked over the rest of his belongings. "Ah the pistol is here, and I even have a few grenades." He stated simply smiling as he also found his stash of cigars, tabac, pipe, and flask intact bringing a laugh from deep in his chest. "Excellent indeed." He boomed taking a long swig, before lighting a cigar with a match as his eyes turned to the gates he could see in the distance noting some of the looks he had received during his time checking himself over.

The engineer smiled as he drew out the orb once more exhaling a cloud of smoke as he shifted the cigar in his mouth. "Now that strange fellow said this stuff could make anything let's see how true that rings." He said softly closing his eyes as he gripped the orb focusing on the form of a steam bike a form of transportation in his world. He was surprised at how long it took having held still for over five minutes, before he felt the orb cool in his hand, and opened his eyes to see the steambike sitting before him as a smile split his face. "Well now isn't that interesting." He said slipping the orb away as he settled onto the bike, and kicked it to life focusing his eyes on the gate to Coruscant. "Time to find something interesting then yeah." He mutters to himself as he speed off towards the gate, and the city on the other side.]]> <![CDATA[Come and gone]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7707 Mon, 16 Jul 2018 09:53:56 +0000 Amaterasu]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7707 What a head-splitting headache! I hope it goes by soon. Then she carefully pushed herself to her feet and gathered herself together. Where was she... ah right, of course. The Nexus. She had died... a troll had killed her.

... at the gates of Hoshi, which she had been defending.

She had told the others to flee before she had died.

That was the last she'd heard of them.

Hastily she patted herself down. Her Communicator! Where was it? Was it still on her, did she lose it when she died? No - it was right there, in a pocket of her dress. Whew... she wasn't sure if she could have created a new one, not knowing how it worked. She pressed the button combination that she'd learned to unlock the device and sought out the contact list, then found Fiara in it. A button press later she waited for a connection to be established.

"Fiara, hello? This is... yes, hi! It's Amaterasu speaking! I just came to in the Nexus, I'm still... what? No, I'm fine. I believe that I died but now I'm back. What about you guys? Did you make it back to Atlas alive and well? ... ah, that is great. I'm so happy for you. I'll be in touch very soon, right now is... yeah, I need to make my way back to the Fields first, we can talk in person once I'm with you guys. We'll discuss everything further once I'm there. Is Amber back from that Dante's Abyss thing yet? ... ah okay, well I might just meet her on the way."

Of course, the first order of business was to get a new mount. She couldn't rely on a Fur-Selkie here though, not with the ground being solid and not snowed. A Mardagore, perhaps? That might be better. And after that she would need to find the Gate again... it was way too easy to get confused since they all looked this much alike. Well, first things first - the summoning. She took her time, visualizing the flounder-like creature in her mind, its skin that it could use like a snake to ripple forward to move in a snake-like fashion, its white pelt to blend in with the snow... and before long she had it before her, ready to be ridden.

Next was finding the Gate. With no sense of direction she just let the Mardagore ride towards a random one, which turned out to be one in the shape of two curious trees. Not that one. She continued, following clockwise, until she found the Gate that she well remembered as being the Frozen Fields one. And just like that she disappeared back to the verse, with not a trace of her presence left behind.]]> What a head-splitting headache! I hope it goes by soon. Then she carefully pushed herself to her feet and gathered herself together. Where was she... ah right, of course. The Nexus. She had died... a troll had killed her.

... at the gates of Hoshi, which she had been defending.

She had told the others to flee before she had died.

That was the last she'd heard of them.

Hastily she patted herself down. Her Communicator! Where was it? Was it still on her, did she lose it when she died? No - it was right there, in a pocket of her dress. Whew... she wasn't sure if she could have created a new one, not knowing how it worked. She pressed the button combination that she'd learned to unlock the device and sought out the contact list, then found Fiara in it. A button press later she waited for a connection to be established.

"Fiara, hello? This is... yes, hi! It's Amaterasu speaking! I just came to in the Nexus, I'm still... what? No, I'm fine. I believe that I died but now I'm back. What about you guys? Did you make it back to Atlas alive and well? ... ah, that is great. I'm so happy for you. I'll be in touch very soon, right now is... yeah, I need to make my way back to the Fields first, we can talk in person once I'm with you guys. We'll discuss everything further once I'm there. Is Amber back from that Dante's Abyss thing yet? ... ah okay, well I might just meet her on the way."

Of course, the first order of business was to get a new mount. She couldn't rely on a Fur-Selkie here though, not with the ground being solid and not snowed. A Mardagore, perhaps? That might be better. And after that she would need to find the Gate again... it was way too easy to get confused since they all looked this much alike. Well, first things first - the summoning. She took her time, visualizing the flounder-like creature in her mind, its skin that it could use like a snake to ripple forward to move in a snake-like fashion, its white pelt to blend in with the snow... and before long she had it before her, ready to be ridden.

Next was finding the Gate. With no sense of direction she just let the Mardagore ride towards a random one, which turned out to be one in the shape of two curious trees. Not that one. She continued, following clockwise, until she found the Gate that she well remembered as being the Frozen Fields one. And just like that she disappeared back to the verse, with not a trace of her presence left behind.]]> <![CDATA[Lair Renovations Part II]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7693 Sun, 15 Jul 2018 02:54:24 +0000 James Knight]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7693

After finally making his way towards the gate that was secured by the white armor clad individuals, Jack was investigated. "Name?" asked a bearded Storm Trooper who was not wearing his helmet. "Age?" "Occupation?" "Abilities?"

"Jack Spicer, Age 18, Occupation - Inventor, Abilities, none to speak of." Jack Spicer didn't know he had the abilities he possessed at present, namely the metal thing that he could do. Of course, he'd find out later. For now he was blissfully unaware of it.

"Proceed through the scanner," said the Storm Trooper. When Jack did, it beeped. Immediately the Storm Trooper said. "I'm sorry, Mr.Spicer, but we are going to have to demand you strip to your underwear. We will provide you new clothing."

Sighing at the hassle of having to do this, Jack did as they asked. A Gray, coarse robe made out of a fabric that would grate against the skin and cause irritation was provided as were sandals. His clothes were taken and destroyed by the Storm Troopers and with that, he was allowed to make his way to Coruscant. A frown was on his face. The moment he had the time to do so, Jack was going to recreate his clothing that he had been wearing.]]>

After finally making his way towards the gate that was secured by the white armor clad individuals, Jack was investigated. "Name?" asked a bearded Storm Trooper who was not wearing his helmet. "Age?" "Occupation?" "Abilities?"

"Jack Spicer, Age 18, Occupation - Inventor, Abilities, none to speak of." Jack Spicer didn't know he had the abilities he possessed at present, namely the metal thing that he could do. Of course, he'd find out later. For now he was blissfully unaware of it.

"Proceed through the scanner," said the Storm Trooper. When Jack did, it beeped. Immediately the Storm Trooper said. "I'm sorry, Mr.Spicer, but we are going to have to demand you strip to your underwear. We will provide you new clothing."

Sighing at the hassle of having to do this, Jack did as they asked. A Gray, coarse robe made out of a fabric that would grate against the skin and cause irritation was provided as were sandals. His clothes were taken and destroyed by the Storm Troopers and with that, he was allowed to make his way to Coruscant. A frown was on his face. The moment he had the time to do so, Jack was going to recreate his clothing that he had been wearing.]]> <![CDATA[A realm hopper no more]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7684 Fri, 13 Jul 2018 02:21:02 +0000 Mochikomi Shin Jidai]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7684
Thoughts ranged from, "Not sure how interesting it is to be dropped into white nothingness" to "which enemy decided to lock me away in an endless white room" and tiring herself with "Why can't I feel the other realms, where did my cosmic connection go, how is this possible."

For being the first of her kind, she has never seen any illusion or lies she couldn't not simple see-through or figure out eventually. Everything leads a breadcrumb trail for a fox to munch up, but this Omni being simply just removed her from the cosmic string no crumbs, this infuriates her.

After the mental turmoil settled down somewhat, it didn't take long for it to be renewed with the missing presence of her starball. Several quick panic tailspins later, she noticed an odd glowing cherry in the middle of this white prison. She knew this wasn't her soul tree and wasn't particularly impressed at being mocked by her imprisonment.

The pangs of mortal hunger, a feeling she surpassed when she ascended mortality bombarded her body. With the craving for sustenance the cherry tree transformed into a pond, but much to her ongoing public roasting there was no living creature to consume.

The Kitsune just started into the pond her gaze static over her reflect which immediately told her she had reverted into her feral form. Another disconnection from herself sprouted as she was unable to find the muscle that allows her to trigger her shape-shifting. As to why it did not work was unknown to her and was just another question she added to her list of demanded answers.

The waters reflecting properties slowly soothed the fox down, which made the thought dawn on her that she should investigate that strange orb the white one handed her. The fox somberly walked over to the sphere and retrieved it with her tails and walked back to the pond to deposit it. "Maybe this bloody thing will give me fish....." She annoyingly chittered away.

Her reflection warped by the presence of the suddenly very alluring orb of Omnilium. She wasn't stupid enough to eat a random never before seen entity, a lesson kitsune learn when young or soon die.

She focused on the orb and over several minutes fish appeared within the pond, and then her starballl shortly after, their authenticity flawless, but the disconnection grew within her. Something was different fundamentally, what she just made for all intense-purposes is real, not a mere illusion that she would typically make. She found herself unable to create any illusion, but this Omnilium she could mold like clay to make anything. Not vastly different then celestial crafting, but making her dependent on this dumb rainbow colored orb.

However her hungry grew more ravenous, and eventually, those fish became devoured fish with an upset starving dire fox with many tails into a wet, sleepy dire fox sleeping tails curled up into a ball around her protecting her starball. Her groggy thoughts and typical fox behavior was rest now figure out this bullshit later.]]>
Thoughts ranged from, "Not sure how interesting it is to be dropped into white nothingness" to "which enemy decided to lock me away in an endless white room" and tiring herself with "Why can't I feel the other realms, where did my cosmic connection go, how is this possible."

For being the first of her kind, she has never seen any illusion or lies she couldn't not simple see-through or figure out eventually. Everything leads a breadcrumb trail for a fox to munch up, but this Omni being simply just removed her from the cosmic string no crumbs, this infuriates her.

After the mental turmoil settled down somewhat, it didn't take long for it to be renewed with the missing presence of her starball. Several quick panic tailspins later, she noticed an odd glowing cherry in the middle of this white prison. She knew this wasn't her soul tree and wasn't particularly impressed at being mocked by her imprisonment.

The pangs of mortal hunger, a feeling she surpassed when she ascended mortality bombarded her body. With the craving for sustenance the cherry tree transformed into a pond, but much to her ongoing public roasting there was no living creature to consume.

The Kitsune just started into the pond her gaze static over her reflect which immediately told her she had reverted into her feral form. Another disconnection from herself sprouted as she was unable to find the muscle that allows her to trigger her shape-shifting. As to why it did not work was unknown to her and was just another question she added to her list of demanded answers.

The waters reflecting properties slowly soothed the fox down, which made the thought dawn on her that she should investigate that strange orb the white one handed her. The fox somberly walked over to the sphere and retrieved it with her tails and walked back to the pond to deposit it. "Maybe this bloody thing will give me fish....." She annoyingly chittered away.

Her reflection warped by the presence of the suddenly very alluring orb of Omnilium. She wasn't stupid enough to eat a random never before seen entity, a lesson kitsune learn when young or soon die.

She focused on the orb and over several minutes fish appeared within the pond, and then her starballl shortly after, their authenticity flawless, but the disconnection grew within her. Something was different fundamentally, what she just made for all intense-purposes is real, not a mere illusion that she would typically make. She found herself unable to create any illusion, but this Omnilium she could mold like clay to make anything. Not vastly different then celestial crafting, but making her dependent on this dumb rainbow colored orb.

However her hungry grew more ravenous, and eventually, those fish became devoured fish with an upset starving dire fox with many tails into a wet, sleepy dire fox sleeping tails curled up into a ball around her protecting her starball. Her groggy thoughts and typical fox behavior was rest now figure out this bullshit later.]]> <![CDATA[Warrior of Two]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7685 Fri, 13 Jul 2018 01:52:28 +0000 Beta Ray Bill]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7685
Beta Ray Bill's body still yet ached from the previous battle with Galactus but, to his surprise, no blood or scars were visible to his pale white eyes. Perhaps his hammer Stormbreaker, which was floating beside him, had somehow healed or protected him.

Bill scowled at the thought of the World Eater. By Korbin, he hoped - no, he prayed - that Galactus felt pain from the battle as he himself did. At least he could settle on that for revenge on the destruction of his people, a small and yet better taste of vengeance.

His thoughts were short-lived however. Squinting his eyes in the ocean of black, he saw a speck of light beginning to grow larger and larger until it was blinding. And then he saw it. A creature of some sort, glowing in all white, smiling.

By the realm of Eternity, what was it? A Celestial, maybe? No, perhaps it was a creature of fable and rumors, a Beyonder? There was no telling. The being could be hostile or even friendly. Maybe it can't speak or doesn't know his tongue. More questions and no answers.

Ready or not, Bill was unable to guard himself. His body incapable of moving as some invisible force like hands kept his limbs and torso from making any movement. Gritting his teeth, the Korbinite forcefully tried to move, yet it was a losing battle.

“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.”

It spoke! Yet how did it know that which Bill sought? Beta Ray Bill's eyes widened. He realized he couldn't speak. What manner of madness is this?

Reaching out with his hands the being… Omni placed a brilliant glowing orb of many vast colors in Bill’s palms.

“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours.”

Anything he desires? What a large boast that was. Such a thing meant that this Omni was indeed a cosmic entity.

“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.”

As quickly as the being had appeared, he faded away, leaving only the black void once again. Slowly, the darkness began taking form in his sight. Fearing what was happening, the Korbinite shouted, yet still he couldn't utter a single word. Slowly he drifted into unconsciousness.]]>
Beta Ray Bill's body still yet ached from the previous battle with Galactus but, to his surprise, no blood or scars were visible to his pale white eyes. Perhaps his hammer Stormbreaker, which was floating beside him, had somehow healed or protected him.

Bill scowled at the thought of the World Eater. By Korbin, he hoped - no, he prayed - that Galactus felt pain from the battle as he himself did. At least he could settle on that for revenge on the destruction of his people, a small and yet better taste of vengeance.

His thoughts were short-lived however. Squinting his eyes in the ocean of black, he saw a speck of light beginning to grow larger and larger until it was blinding. And then he saw it. A creature of some sort, glowing in all white, smiling.

By the realm of Eternity, what was it? A Celestial, maybe? No, perhaps it was a creature of fable and rumors, a Beyonder? There was no telling. The being could be hostile or even friendly. Maybe it can't speak or doesn't know his tongue. More questions and no answers.

Ready or not, Bill was unable to guard himself. His body incapable of moving as some invisible force like hands kept his limbs and torso from making any movement. Gritting his teeth, the Korbinite forcefully tried to move, yet it was a losing battle.

“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.”

It spoke! Yet how did it know that which Bill sought? Beta Ray Bill's eyes widened. He realized he couldn't speak. What manner of madness is this?

Reaching out with his hands the being… Omni placed a brilliant glowing orb of many vast colors in Bill’s palms.

“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours.”

Anything he desires? What a large boast that was. Such a thing meant that this Omni was indeed a cosmic entity.

“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.”

As quickly as the being had appeared, he faded away, leaving only the black void once again. Slowly, the darkness began taking form in his sight. Fearing what was happening, the Korbinite shouted, yet still he couldn't utter a single word. Slowly he drifted into unconsciousness.]]> <![CDATA[Doc is Back]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7682 Thu, 12 Jul 2018 21:09:45 +0000 Dr. McNinja]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7682
"Well," the physician sighed, "Time to get going."

Master Millet looked up at him. "Yeah, right."

"What?" Doc sneered, "I'm magical now. You remember how strong I was without the magic."

"Dracula," Millet sighed, "You're gonna attack Dracula."

"He's never fought me- you know what, I don't feel like going through this."

Doc rolled his eyes, checking his blade. He drew one of the incendiary throwing stars that the old man had made for him. He stuck his finger in the hole of the weapon and spun it like a fidget spinner. Embers and sparks spun from the throwing star. Master Millet waved a hand, and a glyph appeared a few inches from the spinning star. The star stopped in its place, and the sparks disappeared. Master Millet glared at Dr. McNinja, who shrugged.

"Still hate magic," Doc sighed, "But that is pretty cool."

"You have some better gear," Master Millet nodded, "But that's not enough."

"Probably not!" Dr. McNinja chirped, "So you should come with."

"I like living."

Doc rolled his eyes.

"You know how to use those beads, right?" Millet asked.

"Yeah," Doc said, fingering the bracelet with his other hand, "You tested it?"

"Don't need to," Master Millet sighed, "It's hard to make, it's not a new design."

"Fine," Dr. McNinja said, "But if this thing breaks and I die, then it's on you."

Master Millet pulled out a yellow mask from his robes. Doc glared at it as he noticed the red lines outlining the eye holes and the red caduceus climbing up the bridge of his nose. The mask shimmered lightly as it waved in the Nexus' light.

"Enhanced in the way you wanted," Millet said.

Doc nodded as he slipped it over his ninja mask.

"Wait, really?" the old man snickered, "You... You're gonna put another mask... over your existing mask?"

Dr. McNinja sighed in the McLuchador mask, his voice beginning to modulate as the mask adjusted to his face.

"I do not want anyone to see my real face, amigo."

Doc cleared his throat again. It was always very strange to hear your voice sounding different.

"This is one of the thinnest disguises I've ever seen," Master Millet sighed, "You sure you don't want... like... the rest of the luchador outfit?"

"No gracias."

"Some armor?"

"No."

"...did you just say no in a Mexican accent?"

"...Sí."

Master Millet rolled his eyes and started walking back towards the gate to Camelot.

"Whatever. My student just lost utterly in Dante's Abyss, so he's probably on his way back to Dalaran," the old man shouted, "Let me know when you come back to life."

"Gracias for your vote of confidence," Doc snapped back, "And, as a note, Mexicans probably don't say gracias sarcastically!"

Dr. McLuchador looked at the gate to the Pale Moors warily. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. This Dracula, as far as he could tell, was WAY stronger than the Dracula from his homeworld. Maybe it was best to just join Darkshire and fight him smart instead of doing it the traditional ninja way, which didn't work last time.

Doc stuffed his katana in his labcoat, making it somehow vanish. He ran through the portal, coat flapping behind him.]]>
"Well," the physician sighed, "Time to get going."

Master Millet looked up at him. "Yeah, right."

"What?" Doc sneered, "I'm magical now. You remember how strong I was without the magic."

"Dracula," Millet sighed, "You're gonna attack Dracula."

"He's never fought me- you know what, I don't feel like going through this."

Doc rolled his eyes, checking his blade. He drew one of the incendiary throwing stars that the old man had made for him. He stuck his finger in the hole of the weapon and spun it like a fidget spinner. Embers and sparks spun from the throwing star. Master Millet waved a hand, and a glyph appeared a few inches from the spinning star. The star stopped in its place, and the sparks disappeared. Master Millet glared at Dr. McNinja, who shrugged.

"Still hate magic," Doc sighed, "But that is pretty cool."

"You have some better gear," Master Millet nodded, "But that's not enough."

"Probably not!" Dr. McNinja chirped, "So you should come with."

"I like living."

Doc rolled his eyes.

"You know how to use those beads, right?" Millet asked.

"Yeah," Doc said, fingering the bracelet with his other hand, "You tested it?"

"Don't need to," Master Millet sighed, "It's hard to make, it's not a new design."

"Fine," Dr. McNinja said, "But if this thing breaks and I die, then it's on you."

Master Millet pulled out a yellow mask from his robes. Doc glared at it as he noticed the red lines outlining the eye holes and the red caduceus climbing up the bridge of his nose. The mask shimmered lightly as it waved in the Nexus' light.

"Enhanced in the way you wanted," Millet said.

Doc nodded as he slipped it over his ninja mask.

"Wait, really?" the old man snickered, "You... You're gonna put another mask... over your existing mask?"

Dr. McNinja sighed in the McLuchador mask, his voice beginning to modulate as the mask adjusted to his face.

"I do not want anyone to see my real face, amigo."

Doc cleared his throat again. It was always very strange to hear your voice sounding different.

"This is one of the thinnest disguises I've ever seen," Master Millet sighed, "You sure you don't want... like... the rest of the luchador outfit?"

"No gracias."

"Some armor?"

"No."

"...did you just say no in a Mexican accent?"

"...Sí."

Master Millet rolled his eyes and started walking back towards the gate to Camelot.

"Whatever. My student just lost utterly in Dante's Abyss, so he's probably on his way back to Dalaran," the old man shouted, "Let me know when you come back to life."

"Gracias for your vote of confidence," Doc snapped back, "And, as a note, Mexicans probably don't say gracias sarcastically!"

Dr. McLuchador looked at the gate to the Pale Moors warily. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. This Dracula, as far as he could tell, was WAY stronger than the Dracula from his homeworld. Maybe it was best to just join Darkshire and fight him smart instead of doing it the traditional ninja way, which didn't work last time.

Doc stuffed his katana in his labcoat, making it somehow vanish. He ran through the portal, coat flapping behind him.]]> <![CDATA[What to do now?]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7667 Wed, 11 Jul 2018 13:34:51 +0000 Saroth]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7667 <![CDATA[Start of a Showdown]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7660 Wed, 11 Jul 2018 03:25:05 +0000 James Knight]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7660 A void of pure black darkness surrounded Jack Spicer. It was so thick that it could not be cut with a knife, or blasted by a laser. In addition, despite his efforts, his limbs were not responding to the most basic commands, to let him move, so he could get out of here. As they were not responding to such commands, at first Jack assumed he had been beaten up while he had been asleep. While this may not seem like the most rational assumption, considering who his rivals were, it was an assumption that sort of made sense. The next assumption was that he was paralyzed permanently. These assumptions were knocked out of the water when an individual who appeared to be made out of bright white pearl appeared in existence, in front of him.

“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.”

When the individual spoke those words, Jack examined him. The individual did not look like the Cheese Ball, the Texan, Kimiko, or Raimundo. So, it was not their work. Perhaps a test from Chase Young? No, Chase wasn’t the type of individual to pull something like this. His tests usually made sense. Hannibal Roy Bean? Well he did have an item that allowed him to shapeshift, but somehow Jack doubted this was his work.

As he could do nothing else, Jack had to hear him out. Of course being immobilized and possessing no weapons on his person had something to do with that. Jack was in fact, in his pajamas, blue ones with stars all over them. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have worked on a Mech Suit when he was half asleep. Or any kind of asleep, for that matter. Jack made a mental note that he was definitely discovering where this Omni resided. And then he was going to do something about being stuck here. First though, he had to hear the rest of the spiel so he knew what he was up against.

After the Rainbow colored orb of “Omnilium” was handed over, Jack learned there were others brought here by this mad man. So apparently they were here to serve as little more than a soap opera, or entertainment for the individual. The individual was obviously full of himself, and immensely powerful if he could kidnap Jack, and everyone else. Yet something else stuck out in the mind of Jack, namely what had been said about Omnilium. If what had been stated was the truth of the matter, he could build a legion of Jackbots to help him explore the various places in this Omniverse.

And once he had explored the places, he’d know more about them, and the denizens. Obviously he’d have a lot of research to do. There had to be some sort of library, or somewhere he could go to research what he needed to learn.

Suddenly he was in a realm of almost blinding white. The contrast between the places stunned Jack Spicer for a moment. Forcing himself to recover, he looked around as his eyes adjusted. He was in some sort of Fountain, and there were eight gates. Two of them were the closest. One of the gates was guarded by a couple of individuals in what he could only describe as “Knight Armor” while another gate was more futuristic. The more futuristic gate had people clad in armor that appeared to be made out of an unknown white material. Places that were guarded were not places he was willing to go, at least until he knew more about the place he found himself in.

Step 1 was logical. First, and foremost, Food, Clothing and Shelter. More specifically clothing, and shelter, as he was in the buff. The orb could “create anything” but Jack was not sure how it did it. Perhaps some sort of nanobot thing that ate nearby matter? If that were the case, Jack could figure out how to reverse engineer Omnilium so that he could create more of the substance for himself. Before he’d do any of that, he had to figure out which way he was going to go from here. Another of the Gates upon further examination looked to be overgrown - so nope. No insects for Jack Spicer today, thank you very much. Finally he set his mind on one of them that appeared to sorta be made out of lava rock.

Climbing out of the Fountain, Jack started to imagine the outfit he needed. However, for some odd reason his memories kept going back to the outfits worn by Omi, Raimundo, Kimiko, and Clay. Their outfits would be better suited, for his purposes. At least until he had a lab for himself. Holding out his hands in front of him, Jack concentrated.

A robe that appeared to be made out of alternating shades of lighter, and darker blue material appeared in his hands. The robe had the symbol for “Metal” on it, which he assumed was fitting. Sandals also had appeared. Lastly, a face mask had appeared, much like had been worn during the showdowns.

Dressing himself in a rush, Jack quickly put on the outfit. Once he had been clad in the proper attire for his travel, Jack now knew he needed resources. Sadly, it was not going to be that easy. Unlike most of the Primes, he was not going to waste the Omnilium to create everything he desired. No, he was going to husband the resource and save as much of it as he possibly could. Unless a situation was unavoidable, he would not use the substance.
Engineering robots, and tools could be done without the substance, after all. There were many ways he could advance himself without the use of the substance. By studying the other Primes he might also get ideas for what worked in the Omniverse, and what didn’t.

There had to be someone who knew more about the Omniverse in general than he did. As he trekked through the miserable white land that had the Fountain, Jack wished he had a hair dryer that he could use to dry himself. However, he stopped himself from wasting the precious orb in making such an item. While it would benefit him, the benefits were only at best considered “temporary” by Jack. Until he had a more permanent grasp on how this place worked, what people lived here, and what resources the place had, any wastes of his resources that he had at present could not be done.

Jack was now in a new place, where he had nothing. The name Spicer likely didn’t mean squat to anyone around the Omniverse. Tapping into the Spicer Family Fortune was out of the question, as a result of this. This was going to be problematic for Jack, in the long run. As things stood, the formerly evil Boy Genius didn’t know what direction to take himself. Here he had a fresh start, a chance to be more than “Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius” but how could he do that? What route should he take in life?

Really, being true to himself, he’d probably try to conquer this place. Yet, it was a bad idea, and he knew it was. There were likely any number of heroes who would rise up to oppose him, or decimate any attempt would make. This discounted those armored troopers and knights that he had saw back in the first part of the Nexus. Conquest was off the table. Businessman, perhaps? The world was probably as cut throat as back home, but he could give it his best effort. Ideally, it would be the perfect way to earn himself the money and resources that he needed. If they used Omnilium for everything though, he didn’t want to run out any time soon.

The Eye of Dashi would have been useful here in the Omniverse. It could power a Jackbot, or an exoskeleton, or a laser rifle so that he could be better equipped. Protecting himself inside this place was not going to be an easy task, given the normal items, and resources he’d use to do so were worlds away, probably. In addition, he was not sure scrounging any sort of resources would be met without hostilities. Of course, he really didn’t know much about the realm known as the Omniverse, so he couldn’t really judge yet.

A map was in order, although he doubted using Omnilium to create it would work. If the substance functioned like he believed it did, one had to know about what they were creating in great detail. And Jack did not know about the Omniverse in great detail. He barely knew his way around the place, much less what each of the Gates were named.

Perhaps if Omnilium worked as advertised, he might recreate the Sword of the Storm, or the Two Ton Tunic, or a similar item to give him a competitive edge here in the Omniverse. With so many “Primes” who had much longer of a time to amass their old powers, and then new ones, he felt at a disadvantage. Obviously he was at one, given his complete and total lack of any tools, and the lack of clothing he had upon arrival. What he would not give for a proper lab right now, because that would make his survival easier to accomplish. Of course, a lab required that he have a power supply, and a power supply required that he had the tools to build one. There was no way he was going to be like the other primes, and squander the Omnilium he had. No, he was going to husband his resources and spend it only when he absolutely needed to do so.

It was after all, the best way to accomplish his goal. Rather than waste time by building a complex death ray, or something, he could perhaps resort to his original way of earning money once he was more established in the place. Jack had been quite the inventor back home, and had made a lot of his cash by selling "breakthrough" discoveries, or high tech weapons to the highest bidders. Really, it was an easy thing for him but for some people it might be hard. Ideally though, he'd have the means to do it soon enough. Approaching a Gate that he felt almost searing heat from, Jack knew that while it was less than ideal, this was the place he was going to start out. The heat likely meant that there was a volcano. Where there was a volcano there were likely ores, and metals he could harvest... oh wait. He didn't have any Jackbots. Still, he went through the breach, into the place. It was time he went to work. ]]> A void of pure black darkness surrounded Jack Spicer. It was so thick that it could not be cut with a knife, or blasted by a laser. In addition, despite his efforts, his limbs were not responding to the most basic commands, to let him move, so he could get out of here. As they were not responding to such commands, at first Jack assumed he had been beaten up while he had been asleep. While this may not seem like the most rational assumption, considering who his rivals were, it was an assumption that sort of made sense. The next assumption was that he was paralyzed permanently. These assumptions were knocked out of the water when an individual who appeared to be made out of bright white pearl appeared in existence, in front of him.

“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.”

When the individual spoke those words, Jack examined him. The individual did not look like the Cheese Ball, the Texan, Kimiko, or Raimundo. So, it was not their work. Perhaps a test from Chase Young? No, Chase wasn’t the type of individual to pull something like this. His tests usually made sense. Hannibal Roy Bean? Well he did have an item that allowed him to shapeshift, but somehow Jack doubted this was his work.

As he could do nothing else, Jack had to hear him out. Of course being immobilized and possessing no weapons on his person had something to do with that. Jack was in fact, in his pajamas, blue ones with stars all over them. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have worked on a Mech Suit when he was half asleep. Or any kind of asleep, for that matter. Jack made a mental note that he was definitely discovering where this Omni resided. And then he was going to do something about being stuck here. First though, he had to hear the rest of the spiel so he knew what he was up against.

After the Rainbow colored orb of “Omnilium” was handed over, Jack learned there were others brought here by this mad man. So apparently they were here to serve as little more than a soap opera, or entertainment for the individual. The individual was obviously full of himself, and immensely powerful if he could kidnap Jack, and everyone else. Yet something else stuck out in the mind of Jack, namely what had been said about Omnilium. If what had been stated was the truth of the matter, he could build a legion of Jackbots to help him explore the various places in this Omniverse.

And once he had explored the places, he’d know more about them, and the denizens. Obviously he’d have a lot of research to do. There had to be some sort of library, or somewhere he could go to research what he needed to learn.

Suddenly he was in a realm of almost blinding white. The contrast between the places stunned Jack Spicer for a moment. Forcing himself to recover, he looked around as his eyes adjusted. He was in some sort of Fountain, and there were eight gates. Two of them were the closest. One of the gates was guarded by a couple of individuals in what he could only describe as “Knight Armor” while another gate was more futuristic. The more futuristic gate had people clad in armor that appeared to be made out of an unknown white material. Places that were guarded were not places he was willing to go, at least until he knew more about the place he found himself in.

Step 1 was logical. First, and foremost, Food, Clothing and Shelter. More specifically clothing, and shelter, as he was in the buff. The orb could “create anything” but Jack was not sure how it did it. Perhaps some sort of nanobot thing that ate nearby matter? If that were the case, Jack could figure out how to reverse engineer Omnilium so that he could create more of the substance for himself. Before he’d do any of that, he had to figure out which way he was going to go from here. Another of the Gates upon further examination looked to be overgrown - so nope. No insects for Jack Spicer today, thank you very much. Finally he set his mind on one of them that appeared to sorta be made out of lava rock.

Climbing out of the Fountain, Jack started to imagine the outfit he needed. However, for some odd reason his memories kept going back to the outfits worn by Omi, Raimundo, Kimiko, and Clay. Their outfits would be better suited, for his purposes. At least until he had a lab for himself. Holding out his hands in front of him, Jack concentrated.

A robe that appeared to be made out of alternating shades of lighter, and darker blue material appeared in his hands. The robe had the symbol for “Metal” on it, which he assumed was fitting. Sandals also had appeared. Lastly, a face mask had appeared, much like had been worn during the showdowns.

Dressing himself in a rush, Jack quickly put on the outfit. Once he had been clad in the proper attire for his travel, Jack now knew he needed resources. Sadly, it was not going to be that easy. Unlike most of the Primes, he was not going to waste the Omnilium to create everything he desired. No, he was going to husband the resource and save as much of it as he possibly could. Unless a situation was unavoidable, he would not use the substance.
Engineering robots, and tools could be done without the substance, after all. There were many ways he could advance himself without the use of the substance. By studying the other Primes he might also get ideas for what worked in the Omniverse, and what didn’t.

There had to be someone who knew more about the Omniverse in general than he did. As he trekked through the miserable white land that had the Fountain, Jack wished he had a hair dryer that he could use to dry himself. However, he stopped himself from wasting the precious orb in making such an item. While it would benefit him, the benefits were only at best considered “temporary” by Jack. Until he had a more permanent grasp on how this place worked, what people lived here, and what resources the place had, any wastes of his resources that he had at present could not be done.

Jack was now in a new place, where he had nothing. The name Spicer likely didn’t mean squat to anyone around the Omniverse. Tapping into the Spicer Family Fortune was out of the question, as a result of this. This was going to be problematic for Jack, in the long run. As things stood, the formerly evil Boy Genius didn’t know what direction to take himself. Here he had a fresh start, a chance to be more than “Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius” but how could he do that? What route should he take in life?

Really, being true to himself, he’d probably try to conquer this place. Yet, it was a bad idea, and he knew it was. There were likely any number of heroes who would rise up to oppose him, or decimate any attempt would make. This discounted those armored troopers and knights that he had saw back in the first part of the Nexus. Conquest was off the table. Businessman, perhaps? The world was probably as cut throat as back home, but he could give it his best effort. Ideally, it would be the perfect way to earn himself the money and resources that he needed. If they used Omnilium for everything though, he didn’t want to run out any time soon.

The Eye of Dashi would have been useful here in the Omniverse. It could power a Jackbot, or an exoskeleton, or a laser rifle so that he could be better equipped. Protecting himself inside this place was not going to be an easy task, given the normal items, and resources he’d use to do so were worlds away, probably. In addition, he was not sure scrounging any sort of resources would be met without hostilities. Of course, he really didn’t know much about the realm known as the Omniverse, so he couldn’t really judge yet.

A map was in order, although he doubted using Omnilium to create it would work. If the substance functioned like he believed it did, one had to know about what they were creating in great detail. And Jack did not know about the Omniverse in great detail. He barely knew his way around the place, much less what each of the Gates were named.

Perhaps if Omnilium worked as advertised, he might recreate the Sword of the Storm, or the Two Ton Tunic, or a similar item to give him a competitive edge here in the Omniverse. With so many “Primes” who had much longer of a time to amass their old powers, and then new ones, he felt at a disadvantage. Obviously he was at one, given his complete and total lack of any tools, and the lack of clothing he had upon arrival. What he would not give for a proper lab right now, because that would make his survival easier to accomplish. Of course, a lab required that he have a power supply, and a power supply required that he had the tools to build one. There was no way he was going to be like the other primes, and squander the Omnilium he had. No, he was going to husband his resources and spend it only when he absolutely needed to do so.

It was after all, the best way to accomplish his goal. Rather than waste time by building a complex death ray, or something, he could perhaps resort to his original way of earning money once he was more established in the place. Jack had been quite the inventor back home, and had made a lot of his cash by selling "breakthrough" discoveries, or high tech weapons to the highest bidders. Really, it was an easy thing for him but for some people it might be hard. Ideally though, he'd have the means to do it soon enough. Approaching a Gate that he felt almost searing heat from, Jack knew that while it was less than ideal, this was the place he was going to start out. The heat likely meant that there was a volcano. Where there was a volcano there were likely ores, and metals he could harvest... oh wait. He didn't have any Jackbots. Still, he went through the breach, into the place. It was time he went to work. ]]>