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It didn’t matter what you were doing. Taking a nap, enjoying a good meal, fighting for your life… whatever it was there was a sudden shift and you find yourself standing upon a disc of stars with any equipment of yours with you and ready to go. And you were not alone, other various other beings stood around you in this otherwise dark space. However, should anyone speak, most of you would not be able to understand them, a potential problem in figuring out what is going on here. Thankfully it wouldn’t remain a problem for long as a wave of supernatural energy emitted from the blue, translucent figure standing at the edge of the circle washed over them.

It was like a switch flipped in your mind and you could suddenly understand anything and everything being said, and that included the translucent figure. And as it speaks it slowly took a more distinct masculine shape, but any details such as facial features and clothing remain indistinct and vague. It… he stood tall with his hands clasped behind him. Those with the appropriate senses could detect that this being is that of someone’s soul, and possibly even figure out that it had been worn away enough where it was only a shadow of its former self. Even its voice was faded, as if it wasn't entirely there.

“I apologize for the abrupt transition, but I’m rather desperate for assistance. Short version, a battle centuries ago wrecked the fabric of a trio of universes and I’ve been trying to hold them together since then.” The figure pauses as if he was taking a deep breath. “And I was succeeding until recently. Something started to drain the dimensional energy from those universes and they are once again starting to fall apart, and I can’t stop it. While I’ve been able to trace the paths the energy is traveling along, I need the help of others to actually do something about it, and that is where all of you come in.” A moment of hesitation. “I… understand if you have questions and concerns for me. If so, ask them now.” A start of a small grin appears on his face. "I've always believed a Q&A session is better than monologuing information at people."

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It didn’t matter what you were doing. Taking a nap, enjoying a good meal, fighting for your life… whatever it was there was a sudden shift and you find yourself standing upon a disc of stars with any equipment of yours with you and ready to go. And you were not alone, other various other beings stood around you in this otherwise dark space. However, should anyone speak, most of you would not be able to understand them, a potential problem in figuring out what is going on here. Thankfully it wouldn’t remain a problem for long as a wave of supernatural energy emitted from the blue, translucent figure standing at the edge of the circle washed over them.

It was like a switch flipped in your mind and you could suddenly understand anything and everything being said, and that included the translucent figure. And as it speaks it slowly took a more distinct masculine shape, but any details such as facial features and clothing remain indistinct and vague. It… he stood tall with his hands clasped behind him. Those with the appropriate senses could detect that this being is that of someone’s soul, and possibly even figure out that it had been worn away enough where it was only a shadow of its former self. Even its voice was faded, as if it wasn't entirely there.

“I apologize for the abrupt transition, but I’m rather desperate for assistance. Short version, a battle centuries ago wrecked the fabric of a trio of universes and I’ve been trying to hold them together since then.” The figure pauses as if he was taking a deep breath. “And I was succeeding until recently. Something started to drain the dimensional energy from those universes and they are once again starting to fall apart, and I can’t stop it. While I’ve been able to trace the paths the energy is traveling along, I need the help of others to actually do something about it, and that is where all of you come in.” A moment of hesitation. “I… understand if you have questions and concerns for me. If so, ask them now.” A start of a small grin appears on his face. "I've always believed a Q&A session is better than monologuing information at people."

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[Tom's Prologue]
Tuesday, November 13th, 2069. It was a calm day on Earth-3 (the designation for this reality, according to its own inhabitants, and similar variants of it).

In orbit, inside an oversized, fancy looking vehicle, sat a man that seemed to be in his 50's. He had light brown hair, a slightly darker brown beard, as well as a few gray streaks to accompany both sources of hair. He was dressed in a labcoat Thomas Darter, better known by the denizens of his planet as the ever mysterious 'Titanium Man', sat in his ship, The Empire Platinum. Originally a junky, worn-down gunship, Tom had modified it heavily to become one of the most cutting-edge starships in the entire Milky Way Galaxy. And one of its most impressive features was its on-board laboratory, which Tom was dutifully running experiments on.


He seemed to be humming a tune, while sipping from a coffee mug that read "best dad ever" crudely written in sharpie on it. All the while, he was busy soldering some kind of electronics together, making a small, copper robo-dog, with designs and engravings on it that seemed to be reminiscent of ancient Greek alphabet signs. He sighed with satisfaction, before admiring his work.

"Boy, I hope Sol likes it..." he said, before turning around and reaching for a picture he had framed on a nearby wall.

The picture showed himself, standing alongside a peculiar cast of characters. There seemed to be another man taller than Tom, dressed sharply in a red business suit, and with a strange auburn colored hairstyle resembling devil horns. Next to him, was another woman, with dark ebony skin, and a vibrant afro that seemed to be made of... Leaves and flowers?... She was smiling and hugging Tom himself in the picture. In front of them were a peculiar gaggle of younger-looking ones. An alien-looking girl, with purple skin, tentacled hair, and a lab coat very similar to Tom's. A red-skinned cyclops with horns and a long, flowing mane of black, shiny hair. And the shortest one of the bunch, a small girl with large gauntlets that covered her arms, wispy smoke-like hair, and an oversized witch hat that completely covered her eyes. Then in the background were a few more figures. A thin, pale ginger with a green crop-top and booty shorts, a golden-looking woman with white eyes, another lab coat and similar hair to the darker skinned one, and a darker-skinned man with cybernetic looking lines running along his skin, and bright blue hair. He seemed quite pissed.

Tom looked wistfully at the image, with a soft happiness that threatened to break into tears of joy.

However, before he could say or do anything else, he suddenly turned around, with the impending sense that something was wrong.

Tom's cybernetic implant went into overdrive, as it connected to the ships scientific apparatuses and its own scanners, to interpret quantum fluctuations and subatomic readings into instincts that directly linked into Tom's mind...

"Tachyons..." he whispered to himself, with worry. And oh how right he was to be worried. He had experienced a sudden surge of tachyons before, and it could only mean one thing... A rift in reality was about to open...



[The Present]
Before he could react in any way however, he suddenly found himself unceremoniously yanked from his own reality, into a strange new one. He opened his eyes in a panic, finding himself in an inky black void dotted with stars, surrounded by various different beings. His cybernetic scanners immediately go on overdrive and begin to pick up on minutiae. Probing into the fabric of reality, and peering into the subatomic realm, his scanners quickly recognized tiny discrepancies between the quantum fluctuations and values of every other person here, as well as the place itself. The fundamental forces of the universe acted on their atoms in tiny, imperceptibly distinct ways to his own and to each other's. The differences were small enough that all their physics basically acted the same, but they meant something very important: none of them were from the same reality.

This fact already seemed to put him quite on-edge, before turning to look at the shadowy entity before him, and suddenly being struck with a wave of 'supernatural energy', and his hair stood on end. Oh great... Magic users... It was just his luck that some high-level reality warper decided to mess with him today of all days. He already had a relatively basic but accurate grasp on what was going on, but the why still evaded him.

"Shit... What the fuck man?!" He yells out at the broken soul floating in front of him in his gruff, New York accent. "You can't just fucking kidnap me from my world, damn it! What's your fuckin' dea-..."

The mention of universes being at risk seems to put a stop to his anger, albeit momentarily, replacing it with fear and empathy.

"Hey hey, whoa, wait a minute... There was a fight? And it broke the fabric of three universes?... That sounds... Man, I'm sorry. But listen, you can't just pull me away from my world. I need to protect it! I can't spend eternity trying to fix every other universe that's under threat... I'm sorry your three worlds got all fucked up and everything, but I'm a single universe protector... Besides, tomorrow is my son's birthday."

He seemed to be greatly troubled at the prospect of being stuck in some timeless void fighting an impossible threat while his family worried for his safety back home. Worse yet, while there were other competent heroes on his Earth, some even far more powerful than himself, few had even an iota of the experience and technical knowledge he held. In the time he was gone, any number of things could happen: alien invasions, Satanic rituals to bring about eternal night, rogue governments getting into a game of nuclear chicken, another war between the pantheons of Olympus and Valhalla with Earth caught in the crossfire... The possibilities seriously bothered him.
 
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Symphony was doing her normal task she’d done for centuries. Everyday being the same and built for a single purpose she would carry out with robotic precision and not a second thought. There was no freedom here. Her brothers and sisters all toiling away and doing this one task until they couldn’t be fixed anymore. Though, they were the only ones that could do this. They were tailor made by the goddess to do this. There was comfort in knowing they were needed. It was something only they could do. Comfort that they were all doing this together to please their creator. That they need not think for themselves or worry about anything. Just do this one thing and all would be alright.

That was until suddenly she was no longer where she should be. Her siblings were no longer around her. She no longer felt the presence of her creator. Now, in a strange place with strange individuals around her. She was told something by a figure before the group, and it seemed largely powerful, though not as much as her goddess. Speaking of, her goddess was here with her as well. The only visage she’d ever seen of her. A black silhouette. 6ft tall, completely black with no features visible. All that could be gleaned, feature wise, was through the silhouette itself. Clothes similar to what Symphony herself wore. What all her sisters wore. But for some reason, she couldn’t sense her goddess’ power radiating from the silhouette. What did that mean? What was going on? Why did she need to help this person? Couldn’t this person ask her goddess? She wasn’t sure why she was here, or what she was expected to do.

The living doll just stood, motionless. She didn’t need to breathe, itch or move her weight from one foot to the other. The only thing to happen was her head to swivel between her “goddess” on her left and the person before her. Surely her goddess would make the best decision for the both of them.
 
Before

It had been a long first day on this world. Dana had come to this place for a training journey, fell into a pitfall trap, met an energetic young woman, agreed to team up with her as an adventurer, and then finally got taken to the local village where she had been put up for the night. In the room given to her, the swordswoman had put the bulk of her gear right by her bed, but the belt had been set on the table with its assorted items next to it. She wanted to re-organize how the items were stored in it, but if she did it before bed the royal knew she'd forgot half of the new places for the stuff in the morning and have to redo it then anyway. So the purple-haired half-Palman figured she may as well just leave them on the table next to the belt as a reminder to take care of it when she got up. However, she could not have predicted what would happen while she slept....


Now

It was disorienting to say the least to go from being sound asleep to suddenly standing upright, wide awake, and decked out in her equipment. As such it took Dana a few moments to get her bearings. One of the first things she noticed was that one of the others was speaking English, but it sounded a bit different like an accent or dialect she hadn't heard before. But when the wave of energy swept over them and he spoke again, it was crystal clear, which clued the half-Palman in that it was some kind of translation spell. That action also drew her attention back to the larger situation, and the figure's initial explanation caused the blood to drain from her face.

"Light help us," she quietly murmured, the scale of damage reminding her of Infinity Crisis that some of her grandparents had ben part of, before reaching for a pouch on her belt. Her eyes widened a bit when she couldn't find what she was looking for, and a frantic check revealed that all of the pouches were empty. "Did you not get the items that were next to my belt?" the swordswoman asks as she fixes her gaze on the translucent figure. "I had a communication unit I could use to call in additional support.


Even with his facial details being vague, it would be easy for everyone to see his expression change into a 'I fucked up' one. "No... I missed those," he regretfully admits. "If, IF, I sent you back, I would not have the energy to call you back here again. Would your allies be able to trace there way here?

Dana's eyes close as she as she takes a moment to think before she tilts her head back and uttering a quiet curse. "Unfortunately it would be unlikely." It was sadly not one of Neilgo's strengths.

An audible sigh comes from the figure at this. "Then unfortunately we will have to make do without, I apologize."

With that he turns his attention over to Tom. "You also have my apologies. I didn't have the luxury of time to try to find the people who's lives I would not disrupt that would also be perfect for the task. I had no choice but to choose people that had some combination of abilities, temperament, or motivation to help with this crisis. If you succeed, I should be able to send you back to your world without jeopardizing these ones."

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After a few odd centuries of it, Seir had gotten quite used to the act of being summoned. It was just as much a part of the job as fraud and tax evasion, but what she wasn’t used to was having a complete lack of warning or information. Talk about rude!

One moment she was talking with Arley, the next she was somewhere elsewhere. Somewhere very elsewhere. Not a good sign, and certainly not a part of her contract. Just what was going on?

The serpentine demon coiled around Arley’s neck, and under the safety of her near perfectly undetectable state, took stock of those around them. She was, after all, the brains of this operation! With a motherlode of souls on the line, she wouldn’t just stand by and let her valued contract get snapped up by another hungry buyer. Not a chance!

Slitted eyes first settled on the speaker. When Seir got a good look at them, she couldn’t help but scoff at the miserable state of their soul. It was wasn't worth collecting, even if she had wanted to make a contract. Instead of listening intently to their sob story, she decided to whisper-gossip with Arley.

“Hells, what happened to them?” she chuckled, bapping her wing against Arley’s head to get his attention, “Hey pal, get a load of that guy! He looks–WAIT WAIT, HOLD UP!”

Seeing a snake jump up like a startled cat was a peculiar thing. Like a spring, she shot high above Arley’s head, catching herself into a hover by rapidly flapping her wings. Of course, what had spooked the suave serpent was none other than the visage of Ichor.

“How are they…”

The fright lasted for only a moment before Seir noticed the significant lack of slurs and demonic influence in the area. That, and logic starting to kick in. A SIN was never far away from their throne. If they were, they risked losing it in one way or another.

Seir managed to calm herself after such a revelation and settled back down on Arley’s fluffy hair, all coiled up into a ball of scales and glares. Her forked tongue flicked out from between her fangs as she regarded the imposter closely.

Like flowing silk, the snake draped her head down until it was beside Arley’s ear, “Hey, welcome to your first summoning, champ! No time for onboarding, let’s get right down to business. You see that thing?”

She pointed a wing at Ichor, “It’s got to be some hellian or cultist, even though it doesn’t smell infernal. The only other option is an angel, but they’d be suicidal or depressed to willingly imitate that ugly mug.”

The snake then moved her gaze to one of the more talkative guests. “On the topic of looks, what in all hells is that guy wearing? I wouldn’t be caught dead in that long-coat! What’s his inspiration, a handkerchief? Hah!”

She snickered harshly, which for a demonic reptile was something between a hiss and a chortle. “The doll at least has got some style. Oh, that reminds me. Did I ever tell you about the time I took over an entire royal family while possessing a doll? It was absolutely delicious! I got away with it for a few generations! Ah, so many souls…wait, where were we again?”

The snake snapped back to attention, bonking Arley’s head again with one of her wings. “Right, right. Ask the summoner about what’s in it for us. Sorry, sweetheart, but Seir doesn’t work for free! I’m on the clock, and I don’t do charities! If this reality needs saving I want 75% up front and travel and food expenses better be covered. You've got to haggle. It's way easier on desperate people!”

She bonked him again, this time with the other wing, “Oh, oh, you should ask his name! No, wait, ask for three wishes!”
 

  • Vincent

    1733884146275.jpegThe door groaned open, scraping against the ground from days of constant misuse and improper maintenance, revealing a dark room, only partially illuminated by the faint lights of streets. With a simple flick of the wrist, Vincent flooded his room with a faint light, followed by the ceiling fan, slowly gaining speed like an Olympic sprinter. Yet unlike an Olympic sprinter, the fan only reached a moderate speed, far less impressive than one would expect.

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    Empathy - The fan is past its prime, you can't help but feel bad for it, even if it has no soul.

    At least it does a well enough job.

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    Inland Empire - If the fan had a soul, would it wish to cease, or would it continue fruitlessly?

    I'm not sure, would it?

    Inland Empire - That is for you to figure out, Mr. Paradetective.

    Quite... that is my job

    Vincent stepped further into his small but cozy apartment, the wooden floor creaked with each step, a more nostalgic and reassuring sound than outright annoying. Today had certainly been a long and tiring day, even for his peculiar circumstances, he felt ready to drop dead at any minute. For occasions like these, Vincent always had a collection of books neatly stored on a shelf. His fingers ran across each title, something his younger self would've only found a waste of time.

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    Physical Instrument - That is because you should be doing more productive things, like throwing and breaking shit instead of paper flicking.

    Though perhaps some parts of him still thought they were a waste of time. Dropping the thought, Vincent turned to pick up the small radio he had next to the small kitchen placed adjacent to the living room. He'd remembered being gifted this one after a few successful cases.

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    Interfacing - You feel the familiar weight of the machine you hold. You've carefully dismantled the thing piece by piece to understand it in the past. The small intricacies, the delicate and precise motions needed to turn metal into a device that captures and sends sounds across. In only a few hundred years, technology has evolved greatly. Your hands tingle in excitement. What does the future hold, what will you be breaking open next?

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    Inland Empire - Perhaps you won't be waiting too long for that.

    With the press of a button, the device sprung to life, playing a tune familiar to Vincent. The echoing and pleasing sounds of an acoustic guitar and the unmistakable passion of a singer. It was a song he enjoyed, reminding him of simpler times, of times when his thoughts didn't almost feel sentient or when he was actually alive and not in the limbo of uncertainty. Vincent took an exasperated seat on his couch, the song continued to fill the room. He felt a certain nostalgia from the guitar itself, as if he knew where it came from.


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    Encyclopedia - It's not purely nostalgia, you know this particular guitar. During the early stages of unification, a company was founded by twin brothers, Eric Shevalon and John Shevalon. Unearthing the old craft of guitar making, they made a profit selling their instruments, most notorious being their acoustic guitars which captured the vibrations of the strings far better than any other.

    But those twins weren't even born when I was alive.


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    Logic - Correct, the uncovered old craft was likely from around your time. That is why you can recognize the quality.

    Encyclopedia - Shevalon incorporated also almost fell into bankruptcy when it was discovered John Shevalon was actually a shape-shifter, causing an uproar, particularly with the human purists.


    Oh... thanks I guess for remembering.

    Encyclopedia - You're welcome

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    Inland Empire - Here it comes.

    Huh, what? What's coming?

    Inland Empire - The future.

    Vincent felt an unfamiliar presence, and before he had the chance to react, reality shifted.
 

Thomas 'Tom' Darter | The Titanium Man

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Tom frowned at the explanation that the mysterious, shadowy entity gave him. Clearly being abducted and leaving his universe unprotected was something that he didn't take kindly to. And he was planning on giving this being a piece of his mind.

"Okay, let's say I agree to all this. Leaving my world unprotected to save 3 random worlds from the infinite multiverse of worlds, many others of which are for sure being destroyed as well... How the Hell is this random grab bag of assholes supposed to do that?!" He protests, looking around at the increasing number of party members summoned around him.

Gesturing towards the group, he continues:
"We have no synergy. No trust. No cohesion! Really, how do you expect a bunch of individuals who have never met one another and who come from completely different realities to be able to work together to solve a problem as daunting as the total space-time collapse of 3 universes!"

He then points at himself, rather than his teammates: "And another thing! If you've really studied each and every single one of us so damned much, you'd know I'm at my strongest in a lab, researching and engineering. But you're facing something that can destroy 3 whole universes and you summon me with my God damn coat and my gun. No facilities for me to work from? Not even my ship? I mean, the bare minimum. Seriously..."

These words, despite being biting, were said with a hint of disingenuousness. Leaving these 3 worlds to die did not actually sit right with Tom, and he was perfectly willing to face whatever challenge lay ahead even with lack of preparation and the odds stacked against them. But the thought leaving his version of humanity in his own universe unprotected was nagging at him, and the idea of having to work with this group of possibly unreliable strangers clearly bothered him as well. It's like there was some kind of internal struggle, between the part of himself that was cold, logical, and calculating, and the part of himself that had an unselfish urge to be a hero and help others.
 
The figure gazes at Tom with what looks to be regret. "I understand your feelings about not wanting to leave your home more than you know. My wife and I..." he pauses for a moment before shaking his head. "That's a story for later."

"If I had the energy to spare, I would have grabbed at least some of your lab equipment. But as it is everything I have left is needed to slow down the unraveling of those universes and to create the portals you'll be using to travel to the shards that had been ripped from their planets. It is also this lack of spare energy that forced to me to pick people a scant few weeks after the crisis started. That's... not much time to figure out a team for something like this and I essentially had to just select promising individuals as I found them." The figure's body moved as if he was taking a deep breath before clasping his hands together. "Nothing about this is ideal. And speaking of which..."

The figure's gaze turns to Seir and its tone becomes a bit more harsh. "The world I pulled you and your partner from lies within one of the damaged universes, I'm sure you've heard or encountered the eruptions of energy that started to affect it. If this situation is not resolved, that world and everyone on it will cease to exist. Thus, seeing that your very survival relies on cooperating with the others here, I suggest that you reveal yourself to them instead of talking behind their backs."

He then looks over at Vincent, his body language and tone softening a bit. "I don't know exactly what skills will be needed, but I'd be foolish to think that force of arms alone would solve everything. Thus why I also sought out people like yourself that have other talents. But as far as your actual objectives, I can at least point you towards where you can hopefully find out what is going on."

By raising his hand and pointing at the center of the disc, the soul causes an image to start to form. "From each universe a single world had a large chunk of it, a shard if you will, ripped from it and displaced elsewhere. As far as I can tell, each shard is now adjacent to each other and one other place I can't peer into. The shards are being used as conduits of sorts to pull the dimensional energy from those universes and shunting it towards the fourth location. I suspect there is some kind of 'anchor' on each shard facilitating this process, but I can't confirm this."

The image finishes taking form, showing a forest of blue-colored trees and a small village made out wood and thatch roofs was located on the border of part of the forest that turned into a swamp. Orange skilled people looked to live and work in the village.

"Those of you from worlds with fiction divided into genres might class this Shard as being from a Fantasy world. In other words, plenty of magic, but little to no technology and this Shard in particular has very few people in it. While I have studied the language native to this place and enabled you to speak and understand it, I can't tell you much about the people of this particular village other than they are amphibious and appear to be peaceful."

The image flickers before changing form. It now shows what appeared to be an almost rectangular structure made out of white metal floating in the sky. A town of rectangular buildings, some of them rather tall, sits on top of the structure near the middle. Humans can be seen walking on the streets. Elsewhere on the surface there appear to be 'gardens' of sorts with trees and other foliage that would look at home on Earth. There are also various other buildings and entrances into the structure scattered around on the surface. Going by the scale of the town compared to the rest of the floating structure, it had to be quite large.

"You could consider this to from a world of Science-Fiction if you wish. Supernatural energy is virtually non-existent here, to the point where the natives never figured out how to use magic or any other powers. Instead they use technology to accomplish everything, including this floating... habitation block I think it was called." The figure glances over at Tom. "You could see if you can take advantage of any labs to run any tests you have in mind, but I can't guarantee that it will be useful."

Another flicker, another image. This one shows shows a desolate landscape dotted with craters and ruined buildings. Destroyed vehicles presumably of military origin and the various bodies made it clear that some kind of battle happened here. There is scant little vegetation and wildlife doesn't seem to be any better.

"To saw what happened here is depressing would be an understatement. When the energy eruptions from the universal decay started, several nations thought it was an act of war done by others and started military actions. Between the combination of advanced technology and powerful magics the nations have much of the world was reduced to ruin in just the last few weeks. This area in particular was hit by something I think they called an Erosion Bomb, which artificially aged the buildings here and killed off much of the plant and animal life. Yet they kept fighting over it, so there might be something important here."

When the figure lets his hand fall back to his side, the image vanishes. "I will leave it up to you in which order you tackle the Shards. Be aware however, I suspect that there might be some bleed through between them, so don't be surprised if something from one Shard ends up in another."

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They sat there as the conversation was underway. They had been there for a while now, quietly trying to piece together what was going on. A few moments earlier he was known as Strognaoff, resting in the plush fur coat covering his owner's lap, listening to her mutter something about vacation on a tropical planet or whatever. His head shot straight up as his whiskers picked up on a strange feeling. One that was getting stronger scarily fast. Lost in his panic, his paws stamped off her, his claws accidentally hooking onto the coat and ripping out a bit of the faux fur before his body thumped on the floor. Ignoring his owner's shocked gasp, he ran around the room like a madman looking for a way to escape the sealed dormitory.

But in the second afterwards, his senses registered nothing. Their demeanor completely changed, their panicked desperation silenced. A dispersal of stardust clumped onto the disc of stardust, gradually reforming, failing to retake the form they once had. It was until minutes into the conversation that they could gain back some form of identity.

Scanning the rest of the cast, the pair of sunken dents indicating its eyes honed in on the visage of their owner. Her attire switched over to her usual green flowered nightgown now, but they wouldn't have known. They padded over to her, but as soon as they closed the distance the details didn't sync up anymore. She didn't have her usual scent with her. Their interest started to wane after they realized they were next to a fluke and their attention was snared by the sudden flash in the center of the room.

They pawed at the edge of the images as it shifted from scene to scene, especially persistent at the people walking within them. Despite how it looked, they were listening carefully to the faded figure. The task seemed simple enough, traveling to the shards from these three worlds. As curious as they were about the oompa loompas, the order of the destinations didn't matter to them at all. They were going to tag along with what were now the only others they know.
 
As Dana observed how the figure responded to the others, her attention eventually drifted over to a most bizarre figure. It's body appeared almost like it was made out of shards of shattered glass, with each shard showing a feature or body part that could be identified as belonging to someone she knows. At first the princess is confused as to how such a thing was possible given that her circlet is supposed to block telepathic effects... then she realizes that what she was seeing might be because the circlet was essentially 'jamming', at least in part, of whatever ability the figure had going on. Unfortunately that had the effect of making it a bit disorienting to look at the figure for too long and thus the swordswoman turned her attention elsewhere.

She noted that her spiritual sense could faintly detect an invisible figure that appeared to be with one of the other humanoids, but she couldn't make out any details about the figure.

Tom's complaints had Dana wincing in the realization that her family and friends were going to completely and utterly freak when she failed to check in. While her parents and others had confidence in her abilities, they were also very protective about those they cared about. But considering what had happened to her mother in the past, she couldn't really blame them for it either. The purple-haired woman just hoped she was able to return home before things got too out of hand.

A welcome distraction from those thoughts was when she saw the space cat pawing at the images. Once the explanation about the Shards was over and the image faded, she knelt down and held out a hand towards the cat. "You are just adorable! Are you able to tell me your name? Mine's Dana!"
 
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Thomas 'Tom' Darter | The Titanium Man

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Tom still seems outwardly quite displeased, but has seemingly resigned himself to this mission. He takes a minute to examine the shards in front of him, while listening to the shadowy figures' explanation. He then chimes in, initially starting off in a clinical tone, before dripping the last sentence with sarcasm.

"Yeah... If you ask me, it seems like there was a localized triggering of a change in the vacuum state of these universes. In essence, an entire segment of space has been folded in and of itself, like a bottle with a funnel, and indeed, any quantum field energy present in the universe could slowly be siphoned off... Theoretically, of course. I don't know how this could be done using conventional technology, so I'm gonna assume it's just some, anomalous, supernatural, magic bullshit... My favoriiiite..."

He gives a quick inspection of each shard. He reacts with casual disinterest to the fantasy shard. Then, he looks at the sci-fi shard with bemusement, almost as if he found this place the most comfortable. And finally, as he turns his attention to the final apocalyptic shard, his face turns sour, as if the visage of the war-torn, desolate landscape strewn with bones hit some deep emotional nerve within him.. After a moment of discomfort, however, he recomposes himself, then turns to look at the rest of the kidnapped warriors.

"I suppose before we tackle any sort of strategy, we should probably get to know each other a bit. Nothing more than the bare minimum: your name, your abilities, and what you think you can bring to the mission. Consider it ice breakers on a need-to-know basis... I'll go first. Name's Thomas Darter, but you can all call me Tom. I'm part machine which makes me really fast and really strong. I'm damn smart, and I'm a damn good shot with a gun... I've got lots of advanced gadgets. And, can hack into machines with my brain... That's about it..." He spoke in a very manner of fact way, almost as if this introduction was a chore he had to get out of the way. There was a look of stern discomfort about him, as it seems quite obvious that he doesn't fully trust the group. This was a basic rundown of his abilities, but it was vague enough that the full extent of his skill, his experience, his strengths, and ESPECIALLY his weaknesses weren't explicitly stated. He didn't want to give too much away, in case he had to defend himself from this random assortment of strangers.
 
"Who are you!? You're not my wife!"

"Shut up!"

With a swift kick across the chin, Ichor sent the confused woman from kneeling to the floor. Unfortunately before they could press the lady for answers, they felt a wave of pins and needles creep up their neck and around the back of their skull.


Behind you.

That whisper provoked them into a quick rotation where they met the swords that descended upon them with a swipe out of their arm, blades bouncing off their barrier with a ring that echoed out like tuning forks. Two assailants, both now off balance. Snap judgement says that seeing Ichor's face is now giving the man on the left some hesitation, this man Ichor can see they've become through the reflection of the bastard's eyes must be important. Recognizing their new target priority, Ichor stepped into a elbow they sent straight into the solar-plexus of the thug on the right before snapping their arm open to extend their fist into his face in a move that sent him reeling. Now starting to shake their biases, the other bastard made to take Ichor's head clean off with a swing coming out from right to left. Ichor descended upon him with a right step punch that widened their stance to a natural low point that displaced them from the sword's path, their left hand coming up to intercept the blade with Reflect. Pivoting on their toes, Ichor brought their hand up from that chest punch to hook into the armpit before pulling in and over. Popping their hip out to pick up their victim, Ichor sent him to the floor in an over-the-shoulder takedown. Careful to make sure that he hit the floor heavily and not with a smooth rollout, his grip loosened on his blade. Taking advantage of this, Ichor pulled it from his grasp and sent the sword into the other like a dart, pinning them to the wall by the chest.

"Best make your peace," Ichor started at them. With a snap of their fingers and into a point at their grounded enemy, his head was severed from his body in an instant as Ichor released the energy they'd taken from the previous sword strikes they'd guarded against. "With a wound like that, you're in your final moments," Ichor ignored him as he started cursing at them and struggling against the sword that had them thoroughly stuck against the stone, even as his tone became panicked and fearful with each of his passing final seconds. "As for you," The woman on the floor struggled with what was no doubt the concussion Ichor gave her, not offering much fight when they picked her up by the throat. "You're going to tell me what I want."

"Who are you?" She asked weakly again, struggling through Ichor's chokehold.

"Y'know, funny you should ask that—" Ichor interrupted themselves with a violent rotation as they chokeslammed the woman into the ground, the bricks of the street giving way and being painted with a crimson ichor splattering out on all sides of her skull. "—I'm the one asking the questions here, understand?" There was an eerie silence between them for longer than it should've been, only the ragged breathing and coughing of Ichor's 'informant'.

"P-please," Her words came out a near gurgle, spitting up blood as she begged. "Don't kill me."

"Oh good! I thought I'd killed you for a second there," Ichor pressed a hand to their chest to match their sigh of relief before they came to a deep bend-over, positioning their mouth millimeters away from her ear where she was on the ground while somehow maintaining no bend at the knee. "Mission report: Ichdrei 13th, 1313."

Do you feel that?

Ichor snapped up from their question, a strange feeling of foreboding passing over them. There was a warble in their perception, as if reality rippled around them.

"What the fuck? What are you casting!?" Ichor made to silence their victim in one final strike, but upon raising their fist they found they had been pinned in space and unable to move. Like an extra-dimensional noose, they felt something tighten upon their throat and yank them from this plane and into the next.



It was a violent thing, the tear in reality that spit Ichor out like yesterday's dinner. Rolling out across the floor until they caught themselves on all fours, and even then holding that momentum in a slide like they were on ice. There was a panic in Ichor as their eyes violently darted around. I feel many gazes. Like an ice pick being driven through their eye and into their mind, Ichor felt the images of many people slam into them. Six, maybe seven people. It was some time that they were confined to their spot on the floor, twitching and writhing as they could fought against The Mirror and attempted to wrangle together their sense-of-self.

Shards... pretty dress... he, like us...? little snake thing, cute... hello, mr. darter... kitty...!

"Fuck... hold on," Ichor held a hand up from their kneel, the other still clutching their head. "St-start again, I'm—I think I missed a little in there."

Like how it's my problem!? Where am I? I was so close!

Finding themselves again, Ichor stood from the mini-crisis they just had to observe the people around and these so card Shards they were being presented with. What a colorful bunch. I need to find a way out of this.


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~{Deceived}~
Status: Confused
Location: ???
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The eyes watched and studied, silently. The other figures and voices around her meant nothing. This was wrong. Her goddess never spoke like that. This had to be an imposter, but what was the doll to do about that? In fact, what was she to do about any of this? It was an odd request, and she had a different responsibility she needed to be completing for her goddess right now. The ‘real’ one. Not this fake one before her. Not nearly as much power, not speaking like she does, not holding herself in the same manner… But what was the point of this disguise? Why? The doll almost wanted to ask, but if this person was willing to use a disguise to hide itself, then wouldn’t it be trying to deceive her? It would likely lie to her at that point.

The doll walked around her false goddess and to the edge of the group, putting as many people between her and the trickster as she could, so she ended up standing next to a person with something wrapped around their neck. At first, she assumed it was rope or a scarf, until she realized it was moving and speaking. Her emotionless face studied it, only a glint of curiosity visible in her eyes. Other than that, she seemed rather unreadable. Her gaze would, after some time, move back to the figure that radiated power. Well, compared to everyone else here. It didn’t sound like it was willing to send any of them back, so it seemed that wouldn’t be an option… Her gaze studied the images presented to them, and she could see the flow of mana within them. One was non-existent, one was bursting with it, and one… Well, she couldn’t exactly tell. Like trying to look through opaque glass. She’d have to be there to tell. But she had a feeling that the “energy eruptions from the universal decay” were the cause.

If they were to go to all of these places, then the doll felt like there was no reason to choose one over the other. So once again, she stayed silent, and looked between all the figures present, taking in their words, and trying to keep her distance from the one that had tricked her when she first arrived, eyeing it wearily from time to time.
 
Dana's cheeks turned a light pink when Tom's comment made her realize that she had given her name to the cat, but hadn't given a proper introduction to the group at large. She hastily stood back up before chiming in.

"My name's Dana. I traveled to this multiverse for some practical combat experience, hadn't even been here a day before this happened. I'm what you could consider a spellsword. In addition to my sword skills, I have multiple abilities for ranged attacks, a defensive ability against various energy attacks, and limited healing for both organic and synthetic beings. I do have a variety of other abilities I'm working to master and will let you know whenever I manage to do so." The swordswoman pauses for a moment before shrugging. "If you got any questions, feel free to ask."

Having done that, she turned her attention back to Ichor. "Any particular reason why you look like a jumbled mass of people? Its somewhat disorienting to be looking in your direction."

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Arley | ???
Arley was mid-way through lecturing Seir about the use of a dessert spoon, the demon for some reason loved to insult the importance of the small cutlery. His defense of his favorite utensil was cut off by a disorienting feeling of the world around them changing. Arley came to to the familiar noise of Seir's voice, doing nothing to help his sudden pricing headache.

It wasn't hard for Arley to grasp that he was in a different world, surrounded by people he did not know, that was a given. He was just lucky that he had been holding his cane at the moment he got transported, otherwise this would have been an even longer journey than he felt like he was already in. The headache soon dulled as his body came to terms with where he was and the feel of the veil.

Arley rolled his eyes at Seir's antics, "There is no need to be so rude. You know that being in a contract with me makes you a representative of the Calderwood family. This means you have standards to uphold, like proper introductions. Here, I will show you once again."

Arley turned his attention to the figure, "Hello, my name is Arley of the Calderwood family. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." with that he offered them a bow before glancing back at Seir, "Now you try. And stop hiding too, most people would find it quite rude."

Before their conversation had the chance to go anywhere, the figure responded rather rudely to Seir, "See, I told you you were being rude." Arley said with a roll of his eyes before he furrowed his brow. Their world was dying? Arley had been feeling strange readings from the veil for a while, but he didn't think it was that serious... could it mean? Worry grew inside Arley's chest; this was going to be an annoying sidestep for them... Arley just hoped he'd make it out on the other side.

"Well Seir, I hope this falls within our contract..."

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“Oh lighten up! It’s the end of the world as we know it! We can’t be bothered by a little bad publicity!” Seir complained, the only indication of her nervousness being the erratic flicker of her forked tongue. “As for the contract, well you technically count as existence. Lower management does too, so for legal reasons I have to say I care.”

Saving the world from a reality-ending crisis was certainly NOT what she signed up for. Threats to the realm itself were things for Sins to worry about, not their underpaid and underappreciated henchmen! It made her wonder, did the Thrones even know? Was this the reason for the sharp increase in soul quota over the last century?

Despite the figure’s gentle suggestion at revealing herself, Seir remained as she was, invisible and comfortably coiled up on top of Arley’s fluffy head. What could she say? The end of reality was cold and she didn’t owe this rag-tag gang of schmucks anything. Besides, she was still brainstorming ways to weasel her way out of this obligation. There had to be a loophole, right?

It wasn’t until Arley began to chide her for a lack of manners that the serpent seemed to reluctantly consider her options.

“I wasn’t rude at all!” She objected, bobbing down and up as Arley bowed to the others with her perched on his head like a scaled hat.

Still, with her cover blown by that silhouette, there wasn’t much point in sulking. The winged snake fluttered up from her comfy seat and quickly selected her new target. As lazy as ever, she ended up picking the closest person. Path of least resistance and all.

In a puff of purple smoke and a star-burst of glitter, a humanoid Seir appeared before Symphony, manifesting out of the air in a half pirouette. With one lively flourish, she reached for the doll’s hand to give it a firm and overeager handshake.

With a cheerful, boisterous voice she hopped straight to business, “Seir’s the name. Why, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“Now, now, would you take a look at this! Aren’t you just a doll!”
She purred with a grin, eyeing Symphony’s rather worn but well loved dress. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve got yourself a sponsor with some big pockets too! Let me guess! A king, a queen? A princess perhaps?! Say, if you ever need a hand or two with cutting those strings and becoming your own puppeteer I’m your gal! No strings attached!”

She giggled, violet eyes tracing the others around her as if she hadn’t already been sizing them up just moments before, “Oh I just love introductions. So many opportunities for new friendships…!”
 
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"In contrary, my dear, the end of the world is precisely the time for manners. Too often do men forgo the basics of being human and a society with the excuse of desperation. If one can not uphold the way of civilty in the face of struggle, they are not truly honourable. " Arley responded matter of factly, his entire posture reflecting his instance for manners. His back as straight as possible while his cane supported his weight.

with Seir bouncing over to the nearest person, Arley rolled his eyes before beginning to follow after her. His cane clicked on the ground as he came to stand beside her in front of Symphony. Arley rolled his eyes at Seir's activity hitting the back of her knee with his cane as he clicked his tongue.

"Enough of that Seir. You hardly have the time to be scamming people out of their souls when you have not only me to keep alive but our entire world." Arley chided with a small cuckle.

Arley then turned to Symphony and offered them a light bow, "apologies, my name is Arley of the Calderwood house. Seir here is a representative and partner of my family. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I implore you to forgive my friends... 'eccentricities.'"

Arley then narrowed his eyes at Seir's expression, letting out a huff. "Behave Seir, attempting to steal the souls of our new colleagues is not going to look good on either of us. I do not need to remind you how important it is to keep those who as you would call 'useful', on your good side."

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~{She Speaks}~
Status: Even more confused
Location: ???
Interaction(s): YsFanatic YsFanatic Juju Juju seasonedcat seasonedcat


The doll, once more, was listening in to the conversations around her, not addressing anyone or speaking to anyone. Well, until she was approached and spoken to. The first thing the snake of a woman would notice would be the cold of Symphony’s hand. Well, maybe cold wasn’t the right word. It was the same temperature as the ambient room around it. That, and the surface of the doll’s hands felt hard like metal. But certainly smooth. Finally, she’d notice that to shake her hand, she had to put in a significant amount of effort to move it. Either the doll was resisting her and showing no signs of it, or her arm, and probably her body, was incredibly heavy. The girl would look up at the serpent’s new appearance with a neutral expression. Still very difficult and hard to read.

She nodded in response to Seir’s rhetorical statement as if taking it seriously. “Yes, I’m told dolls are the image we were made in.” Her voice was slightly high pitched, but floaty, or sing-songy. The kind of voice one would imagine to be good at singing. She simply became more confused as the girl went on. Her brow furrowed slightly and her head tilted in confusion. “I don’t know what a sponsor is, or why it would have big pockets.” She brought up her other hand, and pointed a finger at Seir. Where string shot out towards her from under her fingernail. But it stopped short of the taller woman as it was cut and slowly fell. “No. I can cut string just fine. I don’t need any more hands either. Maybe if one breaks though.” She looked down at her jointed hands and flexed them before looking back up. “No. I don’t want to be alone.” She shook her head perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “I like being goddess’ puppet. I want to finish this task so I can go back.” Her gaze moved as another figure approached and bowed.

“Why are you saying sorry?” Her brow only furrowed further. "Eccentricities… I don’t know what that means, but she didn’t do anything bad.” She looked back to Seir, as if she was missing something. “So there’s no reason to forgive or apologize… Right?”
 

Vincent remained quiet and observant for a time, there was a lot of information coming out in several directions, nothing he couldn't handle, but occasionally, one needed a moment to understand what others were saying verbally and non-verbally.

Let's get to it, then.

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Empathy - He doesn't express it in tone, but there is a glint of pain in his eyes at abandoning his home.

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Authority - You should too, you were pulled out of your world, you should demand to be sent back.

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Logic - He's undermining the other three worlds as another piece of an infinite multiverse, yet his world would also be as insignificant.

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Rhetoric - But it is his home. That makes it more valuable to him, even in a sea of infinity.

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Conceptualization - In a sea of insignificance, you are the sole valuer of your existence.

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Reaction Speed - Did he just call us all assholes?

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Half Light - Who the fuck does he think he is? Kick the shit out of him, and then shove that shit back into his fucking mouth.

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Logic - He does bring up good points, we aren't an established team, we likely don't mesh well together

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Suggestion - Him saying out loud doesn't help it, if he keeps complaining, he might just ruin it for everyone else. Maybe he should try not being socially inept. You shouldn't say that last part aloud, though.

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Half Light - I can't fucking stand him. You're a fucking toddler throwing a tantrum. Waah wah. I couldn't get all my shit here, so now I'm going to be insufferable.

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Suggestion - There is another glint in his eyes, he's frustrated, but it's far more complicated than this.

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Esprit de corps - This man is ready to save these worlds, he's prepared to throw himself into an unknown fire for the sake of others.

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Perception - Before you, the entity you classify has a form of god, manifests forth a changing visage in the shape of various distinct landscapes.

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Conceptualization - Blue trees and orange people? A uniquely simple world.

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Inland Empire - But what if it was more?

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Perception - The image changes drastically as the voice of this god speaks.

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Interfacing - So much to pick apart, you wonder what makes those structures defy gravity at such a scale.

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Inland Empire - There is no trace of magic or wonder here, only a cold and lifeless clock ticking.

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Perception - The visage changes once more, a new wasteland present before you.

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Pain Threshold - These are the scars of something great, a great misery.

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Logic - This must've been caused by conflict, but what led to their destruction?

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Perception - With a simple flick of their wrist, the visage is broken.

So, where should we head then

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Volition - You should take a moment to consider it, but whichever you pick, know you are saving lives, always remember that.

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Logic - Realistically, you should decide that with your team.

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Rhetoric - If you could even call it that.

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Reaction Speed - You see something move weirdly towards a certain shape.

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Perception - Um, you're not sure what you're looking at exactly.

What is that even?

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Perception - I will not be very helpful here.

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Inland Empire - You are looking at a dark reflection, a thing that exists purely based on perception of things.

So they're...

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Inland Empire - They're nobody, and as such they can be anybody.

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Conceptualization - An infinite dark canvas, a freeing yet tortured existence.

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Reaction Speed - Thomas Darter.

Hm?

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Reaction Speed - The one you analyzed, that's his name.

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Drama - A fitting and truthful name.

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Visual Calculus - Based on his appearance, you'd guess he's physically in his later 30s or early 40s.

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Inland Empire - But an oyster never reveals their pearls.

What was he even talking about again?

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Suggestion - icebreakers, a nice and simple strategy to get to know each other. Boring, but it works.

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Drama - You should lie, sire, play the part of someone far less or more interesting.

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Rhetoric - Lying wouldn't help out if they found out. Don't lie, be truthful, but don't reveal everything.

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Logic - Let's review: Thomas darter, Part machine, strong, fast, intelligent, and a "Damn good shot"

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Hand-Eye Coordination - A damn good shot? Your hands tingle at the prospect of that last statement. As if to test this man right here and now.

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Authority -
Prove your status

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Endurance - Prove your superiority

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Volition - Now isn't that time to prove anything. You're a team, having a capable shot alongside should prove advantageous.

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Interfacing - You wonder if you could take him apart piece by piece just to see what sort of machinery makes up his being. What sort of cogs and wires are necessary for such?

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Logic - Next up, the doll.

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Drama - Are they a doll or a puppet?

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Rhetoric - A puppet is a form of doll, but a doll isn't necessarily a puppet, so a doll will have to do for now.

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Logic - We can assume they possess a modicum of free will, considering they moved towards the figure and then away.

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Conceptualization - What is free will anyway? Is it a stream of chemicals that guide us in a chaotic world, or is it the vibrations of the soul responding to the cries of existence?

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Electrochemistry - Shut up nerd, this body would really want some fucking caffeine right now, get those energy juices up and running.

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Reaction Speed - A new name: Dana

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Logic - Dana, Spellsword, swordsmanship, ranged attacks, and other abilities. They seem straightforward and useful. She also mentioned traveling through multiverses, could prove very useful.

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Conceptualization - Dana is such a boring name, you could come up with something better, you're sure.

I'd rather not.

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Reaction Speed - The snake thing talked, Seir is their name.

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Logic - Seir, demon?... That seems to be it.

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Savoir Faire - They seem like a real upstart, a true entrepreneur and a contractor. I'm sure they could hook you up with a great deal, but they'd swipe the rug under you. Thankfully, you've got the moves to outmaneuver this true business demon.

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Logic - Wait, the person next to the demon also spoke.

This is a lot to keep track off.

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Logic - It is, but you're good at keeping track of it.

Guess so, any info on him?

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Logic - Contracted to the demon, pertains to the Calderwood family, they also introduced themselves, but you were distracted regarding business. Their name is also Arley, and the demon appears to want to steal souls.

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Savoir Faire - Do one better and steal the demon's soul instead.

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Half Light - Fuck that, I don't want my soul to be fucking stolen, demons always cheat, bastard freaks.

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Reaction Speed - Oh hey the doll is talking again.

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Logic - No information, but they seem to enjoy being a puppet?

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Suggestion - Now would be a good time to introduce yourself, it might be awkward, you've been quiet for a bit, but you've got time to build up some good will.
Vincent didn't really have to walk from where he stood, instead speaking at a louder tone to hopefully be heard, "I'll continue the introductions then: The name's Vincent, Detective-" Vincent turned his gaze towards Tom, a puff of smoke forming within his hand as a mean and large revolver formed, "and I reckon I'm a better shot." With a stylish spin, Vincent holstered his revolver, disappearing into mist. The last comment was unnecessary, but there was a part of him that felt a certain satisfaction to it.

"So..." Vincent continued, "We should get started soon enough, where to?" he asked, hoping everyone would at least start considering their first destination.
 
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The figure frowns slightly as he observes and listens to everyone's interactions. While it was good to see them interacting with each other without immediately coming to blows or arguing, the fact that none of them had voted on a destination yet was an immediate problem given the situation. "Introductions are great, even vital one might say, to start the process of establishing teamwork, but I had hoped you would cast your votes for a destination at the same time. Having you here is costing me valuable energy that I can't afford to be spending, so while I would love to give you more time to figure things out, I must insist that you start picking a destination. If needed, I will decide for you."

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