Fandom A World Apart (Massive Crossover)

[bloodydaimyo]

The Dovhakiin was about to lower his sword at the boy's explanation, before it was shot by a man in a blue jumpsuit. He looked surprised and walked over to the man, standing several inches taller than him.


"Your weapon is remarkable stranger, and you seem to know how to use it.


Mark my words, however. If you raise arms against me again you will suffer the same fate as Alduin."


He walked back over and grabbed his sword, nodding at the white haired boy.

 

[Reaper]

"Man, am I supposed to know who tha fuck ol' doin is? Whatever, so what's special about you? 'Sides being some bowed up aryan." He said, lowering his weapon.

 

[bloodydaimyo]

Apparently these strangers knew not of Skyrim and its legends.


"You desire to know what makes me special?" He asked, a slight grin playing on his face.


"ZUN HAAL VIIK!" The Thu'um unleashed its power, a blue bolt of energy flying from the man's mouth, hitting the vault dweller and sensing his weapon flying several feet.


"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to know who I stand with in this strange land. I am the Dovahkiin, Dragonborn in our tongue, savior of Tamriel, Harbinger of the Companions!" He said, proud of the titles that made him known in his land.

 

[Reaper]

"His name is Loki, apparently. He's snatchin us all out of our dimensions for some god forsaken reason. These folks are trying to save someone, and that's what I call fighting the good fight. So I'm on board."

 

[Sleipnir]

"There's some human being from another world out there," Jack explained. "He's messing with all of us. Have you not noticed people acting... Weird? Things that seem off?"

 

[bloodydaimyo]

"Well..." The Nord began


"Vampires tried to destroy the Sun and ancient dragons started coming back to life... Does that count as weird?"


"KAKAROT I'LL KILL YOU!" A rough voice yelled out, appearing out of nowhere in mid swing, punching straight through the wall of a house, before realizing what happened.


"What?! What happened?! I WAS ABOUT TO KILL KAKAROT! I FINALLY HAD HIM!"


The strange man stepped out of the house, a very terrified family sitting inside, staring at the hole where the wall used to be. He wore a blue jumpsuit, not unlike the vault dweller's. This jumpsuit however, didn't have a number on it, and he wore white and yellow armor over the top of it. His hair was impossibly spiky and he was obviously very angry looking at the group of strange people staring at him.


"Haven't any of you seen a Saiyan before?! Stop gawking and tell me why I was denied the pleasure of finally killing Kakarot!"

 

[Sleipnir]

1. "You are very angry," Cole observed. Jack
   

Jack shrugged and only threw a glance at the stranger. "If it's not supposed to happen then yes, I assume that qualifies as unusual."


Seven backed up, her first impulse to seek refuge with Castle and Loki, hoping that Loki was in a myth mood. She stared at the Saiyan a moment the. Said, "you've been gathered to help us beat a guy. He's screwing with all your worlds. Call 'im the story teller. First we need to bust a guy out of prison. How's that?"

 

[bloodydaimyo]

Dovahkiin cracked his knuckles.


"A Nord never backs down from a fight. You have my blade." He said, nodding at Seven.


Vegeta walked towards the group, arms crossed. "If it helps me get back to Earth and I get to kill people, I don't see why not. Keep out of my way, and I'll fix your little problems, worms. For I am VEGETA! PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS!"

 

[Sleipnir]

Seven retreated a step more. "We don't intend to leave this to anyone alone," Cole cut in. "We all should work together. It works better that way."

 

[bloodydaimyo]

Vegeta scoffed.


"Have it your way, human. I doubt any of you together could be half as effective as me, but I'll play your little game."


Dovahkiin looked at him.


"Vegeta..." He said, the exotic name coming out slowly, unfirmiliar to his tongue. "Be kind to her. She has a point, a hundred soldiers are stronger than one." He told him, smiling warmly. "So what's the plan, girl?"


Vegeta merely rolled his eyes and leaned against a wall, letting them do what they wished.

 

[Sleipnir]

Seven returned the Dovakiin'z smile, the. Said, "we're heading to the castle. We need to get Aladdin out and fix whatever's wrong." She looked at Loki then. "Can you teleport us in?"

 

[bloodydaimyo]

Dovahkiin looked up at the castle, studying it for a moment.


"I... may have a way in... It won't be stealthy but.... it'd be effective..."


Vegeta merely raised an eyebrow, curious as to what the armored man's idea was.

 

[Elias]

Kaneki eyed the other visitors. Their team was getting weirder and weirder. An armored northman with shouts, and the King of all Sayans? Can't say he heard of them, but that's probably because he was from another universe. Altough, now the dovakhiin got him interested. What was his plan of entering?


@bloodydaimyo

 

[bloodydaimyo]

The Dovahkiin, hearing no other suggestions, decided to just go through with explaining his plan. Although it was more like showing than explaining.


He looked at the ground and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before exhaling a shout, the force purple.


"DUR NEH VIIR!" He called, and the force struck the earth hard enough to shake the surrounding area. A purple circle formed and quickly turned black, the screams of the damned filling the air as a massive dragon came from the portal. He was a sickly green color and all manner of disgusting liquids dripped from his decaying flesh. This was Durnehviir. The guardian of the Soul Cairn.


"Ahh... Dovahkiin, the great Quanaarin... How may I assist you... andd your companions?" The dragon spoke slowly, adding the last part as he looked around the group of people.


"Durnehviir, I call you from the Soul Cairn for your assistance. There is an ally within that palace that we need to rescue. Can you help us, mighty Dovah?"


Durnehviir nodded slowly. "If that is the course of action you wish to take, I shall gladly help, Dovahkiin."


The dragon born glanced around to see if anyone had any qualms about Durnehviir's help.

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[MrEgret]

MEANWHILE, IN THE CASTLE BASEMENT


"Huff... huff... huff... How many steps did the Sultan build?" Wakko griped to himself as he finally reached the bottom of the deceptively long staircase. "Feels like I spent several days walking down here!"


Amazingly, the torch that he grabbed was still lit, and the blazing light cast all sorts of flickering shadows one the stone walls of the basement. Wakko could hear a continuous dripping sound coming from a corner. All around his feet, he could see what looked like chains, shackles, and what looked suspiciously like bones.


He was pretty sure that this wasn't right for a Disney flick, but it was going to get cleared up to make room for the billiards hall anyways, so what the hey. He chose a direction at random, and began exploring.

 

[frenchbirb]

Without warning, a man appeared before Wakko, brandishing a jagged golden blade.


"Chrom! We need to- huh?" The man noticed his surroundings, clearly confused. "Chrom? Lucina? Anyone?"


It was then that the man noticed Wakko standing in front of him. Taken aback by Wakko's appearance, he jumped back and pointed the jagged sword at the cartoon.


"Stay back, beast!"

 

[MrEgret]

Wakko looked confusedly at the silver-haired stranger, his tongue lolling out a little. "Beast? I'm not Beast! I'm not even Belle! I have a bell, though. Wanna see?"


So saying, he dug into his Gaggy Bag, and pulled out a pretty good copy of the Liberty Bell. "Confidentially," he whispered, "it's a bit cracked. Please don't tell City Hall, or I'll never hear the end of it."


He threw the bell away, making an awful din in the process. "Anyway, I'm Wakko! Who're you?" He was willing to bet that this guy wasn't in the original film either, but he seemed nice enough. Not enough of a jerk to warrant "Special Friend" status, anyway.

 

[frenchbirb]

The man was taken aback by Wakko's... interesting personality. He could sense, however, that the toon meant no harm, and he lowered his sword.


"My name is Robin," he said, with an air of nobility about him. "Tactician of the Shepherds of Ylisse. Um... Where exactly are we?"

 

[MrEgret]

Robin? Wakko thought to himself. Oh, I get it! He's probably Batman's sidekick! Incognito, I bet. Let's see...


Wakko was suddenly dressed like Commissioner Gordon, white mustache, glasses and all. "Well, it's like this, Boy Wonder," he said in a gruff voice. "We're in a little city in the desert called Agrabah. Evidence suggests that we're in a basement in the Sultan's palace. A basement that I strongly suspect the editors left on the cutting-room floor before the film went to movie theaters everywhere."


He then ripped off the disguise. "At the moment, I'm having a little look-see to see if I can install some proper air conditioning in this dump. Wanna come with?"

 

[Hel]

The whole time the others had been talking Loki had been working out his own plan. He could always convince a few of these who needed some pride checks to... no, this was not the time for his tricks. The Dovakin reminded him suspiciously of thor at times, had he chocked down three Salmon and about four pigs for dinner, Loki would wonder if this loudmouth really was just Thor in disguise!


Ah, there's the hole. As he found it he teleported with the others inside. This was roughly at the same time that Robin appeared in the basement with Wakko. The group was sent near the door that Wakko had found to the dungeon. The guards still saw them in what appeared to be time-appropriate clothing because of Loki's illusion.


"Well, now that you've all decided to help... I am Loki, and while you were all jabbering I was finding a hole in the magic guarding this place. Now, the navigation is up to someone else."





"Man if Alexa was 10 years old again she would be dying for me to bring her hear, this is amazing, all of those Disney movies that we watched together are real!" Castle said in an excited whisper. "Now, I suspect we are looking for a secret passageway, or maybe a locked door that is hidden. Or, at least, I would hide my dungeons if I had any. If only I could remember where they were in the movie..."





Wow he talks a lot. Amaryllis thought to herself. She didn't bother to introduce herself, and continued following along silently. She'd learned not to question these people when Loki had thrown the dagger in her foot.

 

[frenchbirb]

Robin and Wakko continue to explore the basement, the silver-haired tactician constantly glancing at the toon. What a strange creature, he thought to himself. And such strange mannerisms... I'm certainly not in Ylisse anymore.





Soon enough, Robin's curiosity got the better of him, and he spoke up. "Erm... Wakko, was it?"

 

[MrEgret]

Wakko looked down from his new perch on the ceiling. He was chewing on what appeared to be a rock, while still holding onto the torch. Impossibly, the torch was somehow burning downwards. "That's right! Pretty apt descriptor, if I do say so myself! What's on your mind, friend?"


Interestingly, Robin didn't exactly see when Wakko had gotten up onto the ceiling, or indeed how he was still standing there in utter defiance of such petty things like gravity.

 

[frenchbirb]

Robin stared at Wakko, slack-jawed. "How in Naga's name...?"


He blinked and shook his head. "How are you standing on the ceiling? And, for that matter, what exactly are you?"

 

[MrEgret]

Wakko hopped down onto the ground. "Easy! I just climbed up the wall, and from there, it was just a hop away!"


He finished off his rock, and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "As for what I am, I'm a Toon. If your getup is any indication, I bet you don't have television, so it's probably a safe bet that you don't have cartoons, so..."


After pausing for a moment to think, a lightbulb went off, illuminating the area above Wakko's head. "Basically, I'm a drawing that was brought to life to help entertain people. We Toons tend to treat the laws of physics more like guidelines, really."


"So what about you? What's a Shepherd of Ylisse, and why do they need Tacticians? Are the sheep that unruly?"

 

[frenchbirb]

"A drawing brought to life... Surely the work of some strange magic. And to answer your question, the Shepherds are actually an army. The army of the nation of Ylisse," Robin answered. "We defend our flock, the Ylissean people, from evil."


"I'm sorry to change the subject, but what exactly are we doing here?"