Clark looked out over the strange battlefield. For the most part, it did look like hell. For the moment, though, he put it behind him. He needed to focus on the task at hand - finding others and aiding them as well. Kon was safe for now. Others needed his help now.
As he double checked the weapons he had gotten from the earlier dream, he let out a sigh.
"I really wish I had my powers right now... but, no time for what if..." he uttered.
A young man clad in partial German uniform comes around the corner cautiously, rifle raised. He came to a halt as he spotted the rather large, handsome man wielding his own weapon.
Superman was unfazed by the young man's reaction and the fact that he had his rifle trained on him. If he was going to make it through, he was going to have to do this cautiously.
"Easy, son. I'm here to help." he said, his voice firm, yet calming. "I'm Superman, someone who was just recently freed. I have others here with me who can vouch for me."
He was starting to wonder if this young man wouldn't recognize him, like Fate.
"Wait, Superman?" There was another man, this one older, but dressed in an American uniform from the same war. His own rifle hung loosely from hand, helmet pushed back on his head. He stood, staring open-mouthed.
"As in, 'faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap buildings in a single bound' Superman?"
…So perhaps this wasn’t as safe a plan as Dustin had hoped.
The genius in him would’ve seen this battlefield and immediately recognized it for what it was: a time-captured representation of your classic World War Two battlefield, Nightmare King-created and controlled, fear-inspired and fear-inspiring. Calm right now, yes, but it was about to get a lot worse.
With the genius (and his subsequent knowledge of how to work his own weapons) suppressed, however, this was a new landscape with all sorts of new opportunities for Dustin’s paranoia to raise its ugly head and scream at his static-filled brain OH MY GOD WAS THAT A BOMBER PLANE THOSE RATS HAVE BEEN IN DEAD BODIES AND EAT CATS THERE IS SHRAPNEL EVERYWHERE THAT BUILDING IS SO NOT STRUCTURALLY STABLE…
He was crippled, he was-a crippled man forced to use his defective parts. And good lord did it hurt. Every complex notion served to increase his pounding headache to nigh bursting. Quite honestly, Dustin was starting to welcome that thought. The only things keeping him running were the
( ... )
Yoshimi really isn't digging this experience. At all.
Ominous battlefields, fingers sticky with blood, discombobulated Dustins, disseminated crews - none of these are cool with her. Unfortunately for her (and everyone else involved), what she thinks doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. Her discomfort is just one blip on the radar, both in her own brain and the joint mind of the entire crew. You know, because as far as she knows, everyone else is just as S.O.L. as she and the little clump of people around her are.
She blinks, wondering rather distantly where the hell Dustin slipped off too. Her woozy disorientation is evidence that if she keeps bleeding, pink-haired Yoshimi won't be on her feet much longer, much as she rues this fact. At least she's broken out of her nightmare...
"Well, that's just &*#$ing spiffy, that is," she mutters, not feeling up to much more than detached swearing.
Dustin snapped his fingers, attempting to get Yoshimi’s attention. God, she didn’t look good. It didn’t take a mastermind to notice that she’d already lost entirely too much blood. It was rather a miracle that she was still standing at all…
No luck in the backpack, though. Dustin snarled angrily and kicked the dirty red bag into the shack, at least showing some compassion by getting the various electronics out of the rain, and he thought of possible alternatives.
Well, he could use her clothing, since she was wearing a plantsuit. Dustin thought it would grow back if he pulled off a section, but he didn’t want to run the risk of opening up new areas to infection if it didn’t. Otherwise he could use his clothing, but he wasn’t wearing a plantsuit in the first place. Then again, there was his overcoat…
No. No no no no. Dustin was not giving up his overcoat. Not even to Yoshimi. Not even to the first person who held competent conversations with him when he first awoke, or the one who forced his delirious ass to get some food and sleep
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Yoshimi vaguely wants to protest to the use of his nasty overcoat as a bandage, but some logical part of her brain insists that ripping the damn thing is probably like ripping his own soul. She had deduced a while ago that he is powerfully connected to that coat, and while it repulses her for someone to wear an article of clothing as much as he wear that coat, she's comforted by the fuzzily remembered fact that the inside of the coat is made of a sterile polymer. She had heard him mumbling that one day when he stomped into the room, bleeding as usual.
Still, she's not exactly planning on thanking him as he draws hisses of pain from her by applying too much pressure to that one - yeah, right there - gash across her forearm. Definitely not the worst of the wounds, but it's shallow enough that it's stinging like all hell, and she's really not sure if she prefers the stinging to the throbbing, mind-numbing pain radiating from her shoulder
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Breaking The SpellmorphitudinousMarch 4 2010, 16:05:41 UTC
What's that?
Why, that's a giant T-Rex with an evil Blue Ranger riding atop it. If the mouthpiece of his helmet could move, it would absolutely be smirking with villainous delight. Patting his noble steed fondly, the evil Ranger gracefully flips off his mount, grinning evilly beneath the mask as he sends Rex on his way. This is it---his last chance to redeem himself and do his master's bidding.
For you see, the evil Blue Ranger has just been given the boot by his overlord. If he can't silence the weakling scientist with one last influx of energy, then he's on his own. And that...would be bad.
Because Billy Cranston is incensed and not willing to allow this shadow to enslave his body anymore. Pleas and strikes from his friends have woken him up and cleared the fog from his eyes, and now it's up to him to put the King's vassal away for good.
But he'll need some help getting jarred loose first, because these new bonds are somewhat tricky. Guys? You're against Blue Ranger on your own for now. And he's coming for you.
Re: Breaking The SpellmagictrkswwaterMarch 4 2010, 21:52:28 UTC
How did she get separated from the rest of the group? That's what Irma wanted to know. At the moment, though, she was busy trying not to limp - her running around had aggravated her sprained ankle. Worse? The entire time, she couldn't fly.
"Mmrgh... stupid... what's the point of the wings if we can't fly? They're decorations!" Irma griped. She didn't take notice of her location until she staggered back after nearly being ran over by the T-Rex. "HOLY...! Just... where the heck am I?"
Standing up, she noticed the other figure in blue and gawked. "Boy... and her I thought we wore goofy outfits."
Ah, a young warrior with her wings clipped. Blue would be delighted to spook her for his master. Perhaps Billy would have grumbled with embarrassment at having his uniform mocked yet again, but Blue Ranger prefers a more direct approach---leaping at the woman, fists extended.
Irma let out a yelp as Billy's fists connected with her face, causing her to stumble back, and cover her face.
"OW! What the...?!" Irma yelped, muffled by her hands. Removing her hands from her face, Billy can see the red mark where he punched her. "Alright, I don't know what the heck's wrong with you, but I'm not going to let you get away with that!"
A few seconds later, the Blue Ranger would be greeted by a flying water geyser, magically created by Irma. Hopefully it would be enough to get her to her feet and put some distance between them.
It was a dream. It was a dream. A dream made reality, but still a dream. Which meant that sooner or later, it would fade away.
That was what was running through Fate's head as she surveyed the destroyed landscape. Dream-made-real or not, it still deeply unsettled her. As an Enforcer, it was her job to make sure this exact thing didn't happen, on any world. So seeing the results of what would happen if she failed...
Shaking her head to banish the thought(as well as to sweep her rainsoaked bangs out of her eyes), Fate proceeded through the ruined city, grip steady on Bardiche. She didn't mean to get separated from her group, and she was worried about them... but she couldn't backtrack now.
Meanwhile, Russel was trying to find somewhere that looked safe, secure, and stable enough to take cover in until those that were more capable of dealing with this did their thing. By a stroke of luck, Fletcher had made it this far as well, and they were able to track each other down via the commrings. So now, he led Fletcher through these war-torn streets, around the rubble. If only he hadn't broken his arm, he wouldn't have to run away like this.
It was then he came across Fate, at first suspicious of if she were really a member of the crew or something he's dreamed up somehow. She didn't look like anyone he knew. "Hey, are there any decent buildings back that way?" he called to her over the storm.
Fletcher clung tight to Russel, keeping an eye out for danger, one hand in a pocket to pull out a stick of chalk in case of a sudden need to transmute something. He wasn't even thinking of how shameful it was to run and hide; he didn't think there was much of anything he or Russel could do here.
And then they stumbled across Fate. She looked familiar...
"Vivio?" No, it wasn't, he realized as soon as he'd said it.
Fate quickly turned towards the two new voices, and her heart seemed to jump into her throat as she heard the younger boy call out Vivio's name... but no, if the girl was anywhere in the vicinity, she would've been able to sense her.
"Ah, I'm not sure..." She said, loud enough for them to hear over the rain. "The buildings are still standing, but I can't tell if they're stable or not."
The waterbender stared out at the city and its destruction, taking everything in. She could see this was the Nightmare King beginning his attempt to break free and throw the whole ship into his depraved nightmare. This was not a time to b full of woe for getting Aang trapped or pained to see all of these hurt people: the Spice, it seemed, had a way of continuing to teach Katara even in her memory. A part of her recalled that feeling of oneness in the universe, and in this case Stacy was precisely that. The Nightmare king wanted to destroy the ship much like the Ohm had destroyed her world
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"I don't think this is the time," his voice strained as he limped over, and leaned against the wall, "--to try and attain spiritual enlightenment."
He probably needed to stop, needed to rest. His injuries, individually, weren't severe, but the sheer number of them piled up to inflict a lot of damage and cost him a lot of blood. Not to mention they were all poorly treated. He couldn't stop, though, because if he did then he'd just mentally watch Kon die all over again.
Katara opened her eyes. "Trying to stay sane requires a little meditation and a clear head. If I don't have those, then I'm going to be no help to anyone. Call it a quick break. I'm in for the long haul...Julian
( ... )
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As he double checked the weapons he had gotten from the earlier dream, he let out a sigh.
"I really wish I had my powers right now... but, no time for what if..." he uttered.
Locked and loaded, he continued on.
Right now? This looked like a job for Superman.
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"...who are you?"
He wasn't lowering the weapon, though.
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"Easy, son. I'm here to help." he said, his voice firm, yet calming. "I'm Superman, someone who was just recently freed. I have others here with me who can vouch for me."
He was starting to wonder if this young man wouldn't recognize him, like Fate.
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"As in, 'faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap buildings in a single bound' Superman?"
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The genius in him would’ve seen this battlefield and immediately recognized it for what it was: a time-captured representation of your classic World War Two battlefield, Nightmare King-created and controlled, fear-inspired and fear-inspiring. Calm right now, yes, but it was about to get a lot worse.
With the genius (and his subsequent knowledge of how to work his own weapons) suppressed, however, this was a new landscape with all sorts of new opportunities for Dustin’s paranoia to raise its ugly head and scream at his static-filled brain OH MY GOD WAS THAT A BOMBER PLANE THOSE RATS HAVE BEEN IN DEAD BODIES AND EAT CATS THERE IS SHRAPNEL EVERYWHERE THAT BUILDING IS SO NOT STRUCTURALLY STABLE…
He was crippled, he was-a crippled man forced to use his defective parts. And good lord did it hurt. Every complex notion served to increase his pounding headache to nigh bursting. Quite honestly, Dustin was starting to welcome that thought. The only things keeping him running were the ( ... )
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Ominous battlefields, fingers sticky with blood, discombobulated Dustins, disseminated crews - none of these are cool with her. Unfortunately for her (and everyone else involved), what she thinks doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. Her discomfort is just one blip on the radar, both in her own brain and the joint mind of the entire crew. You know, because as far as she knows, everyone else is just as S.O.L. as she and the little clump of people around her are.
She blinks, wondering rather distantly where the hell Dustin slipped off too. Her woozy disorientation is evidence that if she keeps bleeding, pink-haired Yoshimi won't be on her feet much longer, much as she rues this fact. At least she's broken out of her nightmare...
"Well, that's just &*#$ing spiffy, that is," she mutters, not feeling up to much more than detached swearing.
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No luck in the backpack, though. Dustin snarled angrily and kicked the dirty red bag into the shack, at least showing some compassion by getting the various electronics out of the rain, and he thought of possible alternatives.
Well, he could use her clothing, since she was wearing a plantsuit. Dustin thought it would grow back if he pulled off a section, but he didn’t want to run the risk of opening up new areas to infection if it didn’t. Otherwise he could use his clothing, but he wasn’t wearing a plantsuit in the first place. Then again, there was his overcoat…
No. No no no no. Dustin was not giving up his overcoat. Not even to Yoshimi. Not even to the first person who held competent conversations with him when he first awoke, or the one who forced his delirious ass to get some food and sleep ( ... )
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Still, she's not exactly planning on thanking him as he draws hisses of pain from her by applying too much pressure to that one - yeah, right there - gash across her forearm. Definitely not the worst of the wounds, but it's shallow enough that it's stinging like all hell, and she's really not sure if she prefers the stinging to the throbbing, mind-numbing pain radiating from her shoulder ( ... )
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Why, that's a giant T-Rex with an evil Blue Ranger riding atop it. If the mouthpiece of his helmet could move, it would absolutely be smirking with villainous delight. Patting his noble steed fondly, the evil Ranger gracefully flips off his mount, grinning evilly beneath the mask as he sends Rex on his way. This is it---his last chance to redeem himself and do his master's bidding.
For you see, the evil Blue Ranger has just been given the boot by his overlord. If he can't silence the weakling scientist with one last influx of energy, then he's on his own. And that...would be bad.
Because Billy Cranston is incensed and not willing to allow this shadow to enslave his body anymore. Pleas and strikes from his friends have woken him up and cleared the fog from his eyes, and now it's up to him to put the King's vassal away for good.
But he'll need some help getting jarred loose first, because these new bonds are somewhat tricky. Guys? You're against Blue Ranger on your own for now. And he's coming for you.
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"Mmrgh... stupid... what's the point of the wings if we can't fly? They're decorations!" Irma griped. She didn't take notice of her location until she staggered back after nearly being ran over by the T-Rex. "HOLY...! Just... where the heck am I?"
Standing up, she noticed the other figure in blue and gawked. "Boy... and her I thought we wore goofy outfits."
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"OW! What the...?!" Irma yelped, muffled by her hands. Removing her hands from her face, Billy can see the red mark where he punched her. "Alright, I don't know what the heck's wrong with you, but I'm not going to let you get away with that!"
A few seconds later, the Blue Ranger would be greeted by a flying water geyser, magically created by Irma. Hopefully it would be enough to get her to her feet and put some distance between them.
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That was what was running through Fate's head as she surveyed the destroyed landscape. Dream-made-real or not, it still deeply unsettled her. As an Enforcer, it was her job to make sure this exact thing didn't happen, on any world. So seeing the results of what would happen if she failed...
Shaking her head to banish the thought(as well as to sweep her rainsoaked bangs out of her eyes), Fate proceeded through the ruined city, grip steady on Bardiche. She didn't mean to get separated from her group, and she was worried about them... but she couldn't backtrack now.
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It was then he came across Fate, at first suspicious of if she were really a member of the crew or something he's dreamed up somehow. She didn't look like anyone he knew. "Hey, are there any decent buildings back that way?" he called to her over the storm.
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And then they stumbled across Fate. She looked familiar...
"Vivio?" No, it wasn't, he realized as soon as he'd said it.
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"Ah, I'm not sure..." She said, loud enough for them to hear over the rain. "The buildings are still standing, but I can't tell if they're stable or not."
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He probably needed to stop, needed to rest. His injuries, individually, weren't severe, but the sheer number of them piled up to inflict a lot of damage and cost him a lot of blood. Not to mention they were all poorly treated. He couldn't stop, though, because if he did then he'd just mentally watch Kon die all over again.
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"Julian?" At least he was alive. After her nightmare, she had feared...
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