Fantasy Dimensions, Portals, Science and Fists!

[PatientHoldout]

A Day Gone Horribly Wrong

Perhaps 'wrong' could be seen differently if one were experimenting with unknown materials that had no structure belonging to this world, chemicals that didn't even belong on the periodic table and having spent an exceptional amount of time single-handedly building an elaborate series of wires, a massive three-armed device the size of a two-story house. Well, maybe experimenting wouldn't be enough to understand, you'd also probably need to be a diabolical mad scientist lizard with cracked classes and having spent the last 40 hours awake studying ancient languages with minimal understanding of what any of it meant. Thankfully, Drax had all of those traits! The lizard had spent thirty hours building it, nine hours understanding what he just built and the last hour figuring out how to turn it on. Thankfully, turning things on with big glowing buttons was easy! What wasn't so easy was making sure the magical crystals from several different continents were all aligned in their place, in round goblet-like holders that magically channeled the mystical energy all the way into the wiring, which stuck out of a haphazardly put-together terminal that used parts of a typewriter for buttons to control it all. What else would a typewriter be used for anyway? Writing?

After several more button presses, the lizard had finally figured out what the problem was! Interdimensional transistors of kluxon-brand made during the Time Initiative's final closing of their last mag-ssembly lines would NEVER work with bronze-iron casket extended cylinder wire-containers made for warm weather conditions!
...Or it wouldn't unless a specific electro-liquid energy charge was inserted into the fourth port during the initiation sequence! One such charge Drax had with him just incase such a scenario would arise!

Taking out a large cylinder from a bag, Drax eyed the power source. A glass case, with a metal cap and bottom, with a single handle on the top meant for holding it, all shaped like a box. It had a bright blue liquid contained within, adding great weight to the item. The liquid itself had electric charges coursing through it, as if it were going through an underwater thunderstorm- minus the clouds of course. It would have seemed silly to use something metallic to hold electricity, but with magical transparent inviso-fabric lining the interior of the container, such things were of no concern!... As far as the old lizard was aware. A single shock to the hand wasn't a concern, right?

He walked down the steps leading to the platform which the whole three-armed structure was built upon, grill flooring with some metal panels sparsely placed about while the thick wire tubes going from wall to wall, wall to device and floor to ceiling, in all sorts of different haphazard ways as Drax was only a half scientist, half engineer, half madman. An architect however!? Absolutely not! What would his non-existent parents say? Something about disappointment!? Proper architectural design was so lowly! How else would you keep the workplace entertaining without a maze of lethal hazards? Nonetheless he made his way to the panel where the container was to be inserted, and...

"You're too short." The hovering blue ball of light said tauntingly "Like, you're really short, you shouldn't be doing this you know." Well now she just sounded angry.

"I'm not short, I'm actually quite tall compared to most!" The old lizard retorted. Then, he paused. "You know what though... You're right!" Drax added, to which the blue ball of light seemed... surprised. Well, surprised is a funny word considering it had no real means of expression emotion outside of its voice- but it did float back with a sudden jolt, as if an expression of complete shock.

"Whistle, where is Bran?" Drax then asked, to which the Whistle sighed while trapped in such a spherical form, hovering slightly lower than normal. Drax seemingly did not care, yelling out "BRAN, BRAN I HAVE A TASK FOR YOU!" with such a voice that one would have calling out for their lost pet, placing down the device and clapping his hands twice. I mean, what else was he gonna do, keep track of his employees? Calling them out was so much easier!

DatCorn

 

[DatCorn]

THUMP
THUMP
STOMP
STOMP

The sounds of heavy leather echo through the cryptic lab of the mad scientist. Each heavy stomp followed by a hoarse grunt of a struggling beastman. Sweat dripped down his cheeks and gritted fangs as a heavily-built lion man struggled to labor for his next meal. Upon his back was a gigantic metallic crate filled with who-knows-what Drax possibly needs. A bunch of futuristic devices and techno parts comedically hang about and threaten to burst the lid. His mighty muscles- of which also hung a bunch of heavy-looking satchels and baggings- struggle to carry all the devices as they pop and bulge with each screaming step of the thighs.

Hearing the derogatory calling of his employer made his fur stand, his snout ejecting visible steam of displeasure. He would've answered back, but his jaw was carrying three different straps tied to, supposedly, volatile explosives which should not be dropped under any circumstances.

Drax and Whistle would have to wait a hot minute before Bran could finally drag himself to the arranged workplace with the requisitioned items in tow. As he hulked over the lizard with every fiber of his muscles begging for redemption, he wondered missed might a madman be should an accident befall him due to a landslide of volatile parts. As it seemed he had come to a demonic decision, one of the ratchets slung over his shoulder fell. It clanged loudly on the toe of his boot as he AIEE'd, tossing the various mish-mash of items to the sky. What a perfect accident, one might think, if they had not all had the common courtesy to befall upon the only man who could survive it. It started with some kind of box, conking Brank on the head. Then a giant pipe, hit the ground and upswinging him. As he spun, the rest came falling down, burying him in a landslide. All of this occurred in a manner of seconds before Drax and Whistle who remained unharmed.

"Grr... Whattayawant now?" The baritone voice growled from within the cluster of death objects. He would soon find his way out, as done before, but Bran already knew he wasn't eligible for worker's compensation so why not enjoy the brief moment of respite?

 

[PatientHoldout]

Drax tapped his talons against the floor impatiently, though his expression was not one of annoyance. "Where is he..." Drax waited while looking around, clueless of the noise and stomping that was approaching. After all, his servant could carry just about everything! For what reason would he take so long to get here? It was only somewhere around... 5000 pounds of miscellaneous items, tools, gadgets and gear! Or more, he didn't really bother keeping track, paperwork was a waste of time anyway. Drax then sighed upon noticing the large pile of stuff approaching, and the beastman who was carrying it all! "Bran! You're here!" He cheerily declared, to which then the first of the many things would fall.

Whistle gasped upon noticing all the items get tossed in the air, as well as Bran's very apparent pain! Drax however refused to notice, proceeding to yell out "BRAN!" yet again, this time in a more disappointed fashion. As each of the items- and many which would be very volatile -came crashing down, Whistle proceeded to hover away, disappearing to anywhere that was safe, and doing the best impression of flinching a floating blue ball of light could do at the booming sounds. The old lizard simply stood there and folded his arms watching the rainfall of objects and gizmos, the cacophony of noise from each item falling upon the ground with great weight in a great crash that would flatten any lesser man.

Then, the beastman appeared from the avalanche of items! Whistle appeared from her hiding place with a sigh of relief that nothing had exploded ...yet. While Drax continued talking as if nothing had even happened. "I need you to help me, you have much greater height with a superior physique, which is perfect for fitting this device into my latest invention! Here, catch!"

"Drax, wait!" Whistle yelled out, but, it was too late, the strange power source landed on top of the massive pile of deathly items. Which the electro-liquid power coursing through it, that device may or may not conduct some electric power through the massive pile.

 

[DatCorn]

A hand finally emerged from the dogpile of miscellaneous gadgetry which Drax absolutely needed at this very point in time. He hoisted his body out, little by little, till his brawny form in all its haggard glory bumbled upon the ground. The sore and stiff body made mighty cracking noises of relief as Bran stretched tired muscles and popped joints back into place, his jaw being the last. "Always with the yellin' and the noise." He grumbled, eyes of pure disdain towards this tiny lizard thing.

His attention turned briefly to Whistle, the floating blue puff ball entity. For one bearing a lion-forged heart, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her condition, even if she did possess a motor mouth. To appear suddenly in an intangible(?) form without memory or reason, along with having to rely on Drax of all people, Bran wondered if she didn't feel a tad lonely. He gestured to himself with arms opened, revealing some scratches and bruises along with a bump on the forehead. But it was a gesture meant to ensure to her that he was of hardy health. Well... For now at least.

Drax's eccentrics were front and center once more as he decided to toss a volatile device towards Branicek, which he'd be later mentioning to his employer, once more, to not do as he has the limbering dexterity of a drowning sloth. His massive body desperately scrambled for the tossed object, but it bounced between finger and paw, like a slippery toad or a hackeysack in play. It clinked and plinked across the sky until he made a mistimed leap, crashing to the ground as it zipped between his fingers and chizled on the very tip of the mixture of machinery. Bran was no expert in the realm of technobabble, but that buzzing/hissing noise was not a good sign.

"Get down Mr. Employer!!" Whether Drax actually did or not, Bran instinctually interposed himself between the juiced-up pile of gadgets and the source of all his humdinger. His fangs clenched in anticipation of further pain as the blinding lights surge across the room, followed by a big kaboom! While Bran was completely engulfed by the explosion, Drax remained perfectly safe behind the veritable meatshield absorbing the impact in his stead. The bellowing lion trailed lightning and smoke as he shunted across the room and into the wall, slowly peeling off and flopping to the ground as he dazedly gazes towards whatever miscreation was formed from the resulting explosion. From his point of view, it really looked like a madman was witnessing the birth of something great and deadly.

 

[PatientHoldout]

There was a gasp, a cacophony of more metal clanging, and an overall feeling of pity- for Bran or for all the equipment going up in flames.... it depended on the person.

For Whistle, she had a series of emotions- concern, fear, anger at Drax, then pity for Bran, then a lot of worry for Bran, especially as he placed himself in harms way! Unable to do anything however, all she could do is float away hastily, not daring to witness the undoubtedly large and powerful explosion that'd emit from the dangerous hill of gizmos and gadgets. Only reappearing once the flames and concussive force of the explosion had dissipated, hovering nearing Bran and repeatedly telling him to "Get up!" as if it had any affect. She seemingly did not take notice of the scratches or bruises, but given the general panic she was undergoing it was hard to focus on anything else!

Drax on the other hand was gasping in horror... at all the broken equipment! "My intercontinental crystal-writer! The hundred-gold magnifier! Dragons-tooth remade into back-scratchers!" The old lizard clutched the sides of his head, for once it seemed like something had actually gone horribly wrong! ...Just as a piece of the device he tossed suddenly flew past, slamming right into the base of the unpowered tower. The machinery at the center of the room lit up, as if someone had turned everything on with a single button, lights flickering and flashing, loud rumbling coming from the depths of various machinery, powerful electrical charges coursing through the wirings and tubing that went throughout the room. A massive ball of light emitted from the three towers at the center of the room and seconds afterwards, a bright and powerful electrical current shot out- right where the explosion originated.

A massive, circular light then appeared, it felt as if wind was coming from it as well as strange sounds echoing as it made it's presence, nothing less than a complete and utter anomaly.

"Bran... you GENIUS!" And in a moment, Drax had returned to his mad scientist ways completely forgetting about the explosion, picking up a device scorched from the explosion and turning some dials. "This can only mean one thing, an interdimensional portal!" He said excitedly, turning more dials and pulling an antenna out of the device, seemingly tuning in some sort of frequency! As he did so, the circular light flickered, morphing and changing into one big oval of white standing upright on the floor. The sounds coming from it echoed louder and louder, with Drax showing no concern whatsoever.

 

[DatCorn]

The ears of Bran twitched defiantly against the rancorous excitement from both lizard and machine. His eyes swirl in a daze as he tries swatting away the wisp that would disrupt his long-sought nap. "F-five more minutes... Ugh." It was only at the mention of an 'interdimensional portal' did his eyes popped alive. Pushing himself up on two feet, he sees the lizard tinkering with yet another diabolic device. Sure, it could just be a gateway to the cookie dimensions or the plane of eternal snuggles. Or it could be an infernal demon from the deepest reaches of the underrealms.

He looked towards Whistle with a fake smile followed by a growling sigh. "Here we go again. Find a place to hide, lass!" With weary steps, Bran begins to build up momentum toward the device. Bobbing and ducking from the darting sparks and blasted machinery. Drax, thoroughly embroiled in his mad scientist ways, remained unsuspecting of the dangers about him. The unstable portal discarding the shedding of various doodaads that crater the vicinity near Drax, comedically missing by a whisker here and a scale there. What a shame, Bran thought to himself who was now close enough to perform feats of heroics.

The echo from within the portal was concerning, but there were more immediate concerns. The giant dragon's tooth thing hanging from the interdimensional portal was about to cut loose, readying itself to land upon his employer. Crouching down, Branicek expended a burst of energy to leap forward. A loud thump heard overhead Drax as the towering lion of muscle catches the descending artifact with two mighty paws. The shockwave pulsated beneath his feet as Bran could feel the hefty weight of the tooth above him, taxing his raw power and stifling his movement.

"Drax! Ye gotta shut off the portal and git outta here! There's somethin' angry beyond that gate!" Bran's weighted voice was a mixture of resentment and desperation as he continued to hold the tooth aloft, ready to punt the scientist if needed to keep him safe. A fierce gaze kept on the portal as the echo only grows louder and louder.