The Official Grand Battle RP [Round 2]

[voltcs]

A short old man, wearing his white and pink bath robe, came rushing into the royal room where the young boy in a black tuxedo suit had called him.

“What is it, Great One?” he asked immediately, after a long run from the showers.

The boy looked at his neatly trimmed nails and yawned. He didn’t answer his servant.

“… Great One?”

The boy sighed, then stood up to face the old man. He looked rather upset. “You do realize that this is an insult to me. Do you?”

It was that moment the servant realized he was still in his bath robe. “But, O Great One, you called me while I was taking a shower and-”

“Silence!” The old man immediately shut his mouth. The boy walked away from his throne and started walking in circles around the old man.

“I believe it’s time,” he whispered to his ear, making the old man stutter. “Have you done all that is required for our special event?” questioned the boy.

“Y-Yes, Great One. We could never forget you and your father’s request.”

“Good, then I shall see all who have been chosen for the event. Please have them at the auditorium, where I shall be making announcements soon. Also, don’t forget to prepare the feast for our special guests once their first round is over. Well, except for the loser, of course. I expect you can prepare everything by the time I come back?”

The old man humbly accepted the boy’s request. “Oh yes, Great One. I will prepare everything before you arrive. And I assure you that the individuals we picked out are very worthy.”

While talking, the old man noticed his master was walking away, as if he was ignored. Suddenly, he stopped. Silence came about the royal room. This meant to the old man that he had somehow angered his master.

“… Great One?” He wasn’t sure what he did to upset him again.

The young man did not look back at his servant. He replied, “I will check on Father. And I expect the battle to run by the time I come back. I want to be able to witness everything.” He left the royal room quietly, and the old man was relieved for the moment. Still, he’s still curious about why the boy’s father would want to hold a Grand Battle. Thinking that it’s none of his business, he hurried to prepare what’s going to become an important tournament of the whole universe.

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“Are they still waiting in our auditorium?”

“Yes,” answered everyone in black robes. The old man, Varen, had just arrived to a large room with his subordinates. In this large ballroom, there were many unique beings. All of them are waiting, quietly. Some of them began staring at the group wearing robes. Varen figured that none of them had the guts to stand out and talk to one another.

He stood onto the stage of the auditorium and called out to everyone. “Warriors! Thank you all for participating in this very special event, as only the unique and strongest people may only fight in this tournament. So you all should be praised that you are here to battle!”

The audience was mostly quiet as they continue to listen to Varen. He continued his speech, “I’m sure all of you are eager to fight one another, but before we can start things, my lord will announce the opening of the tournament.”

The boy appeared on stage, like a magician in a show, and dismissed Varen. He turned to the audience and said, “Thank you all, once again. Anyway, all of you are wondering now. What is this battle for? Why should we fight? Are we getting desserts in our dinner meals? Now now, whether you fight for power, fame, or just for the hell of it, there will be prizes. I assure of that, and to throw it in there, the winner of the tournament shall be granted the title of one of the most powerful warriors in the universe! Now, let’s get to know our little competitors‘ names, shall we?”

Darxen closed his eyes and began circling his finger towards the audience, like a roulette. Varen find that a bit awkward, but he is a superior being. While doing so, he explained, “As I called on each one of you, I shall state your name and have one of my servants escort you in front of the door of our dimension transporter. There, you will wait in a line until I finished announcing everyone‘s names.”

Then, Darxen stopped his finger and took a peek. He was pointing at a human-like being, sitting on a wooden bench. “You, sir! Your name is…” Darxen hadn’t had the time to review each contestant.

“It’s Seed Alpha,” whispered Varen, coming up onstage. He has a clipboard containing the list of the fighters, and gave it to Darxen. “Oh… thank you.” He quickly turned to the audience and continued, “You’re Seed Alpha! Yes, Seed Alpha, an Aevan, you are. Please step to the front of that door.” Seed Alpha stood up and, with the aid of one of the men in black robes, went in front of door and continued to listen to Darxen’s announcements from there.

“And you, tall man in black armor, you must be Aether. Please be the second in line to where Seed Alpha is standing.” As he obeyed him, Darxen looked at the list again.

“Let’s see… the one in red in Zygax. And the next one… Zenitro- what? Whatever, you’re that two legged creature, right? You two, go build up that line.” Zygax walked quietly while Zenitropos hurried past Zygax to the line to the transporter. Varen felt a little embarrassed for his master and his informal way of announcing.

“Ileana, the vampire, you’re up. And Clunks, the robot dude, am I right? Go.” Ileana, almost bored of this presentation, went to the line nonetheless. Clunks made his way to the line while making clattering sounds each step he made. The contestants, one by one, were building up the line. Most of the contestants were quiet, while some of them were mumbling to themselves.

Darxen pointed at a little child with antennaes and asked, “And you are…”

“My name is Xolar, mister,” the young boy responded. Darxen found it amusing that not all of the contestants are silent.

“So, you are Xolar. Good good, now please step up to that line,” he ordered. Xolar nodded and hurried himself to the line behind the robot Clunks.

“The white-haired man, playing with his daggers, you are Lass Koike, correct? Please step up to the back of the line. And Arianne, a… Kronosian, right? You’re up after Lass.” His servants aided those two in the line and supervised all the other contestants to make sure no one makes a fuss.

“And last, but not least,” continued Darxen, “It’s… Jane Doe, a… human? Well, whatever, you’re up finally.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, “ Jane replied as Darxen’s servant lead him to the back of the line.

After finishing everyone’s names, Darxen made a conclusion to his speech. “And knowing everyone’s names, I hope you all enjoy your time in our annual, fateful, everlasting… Grand Battle.”

As he snapped his fingers, his servants escorted each contestant to the dimension transporter. There, all of the competitors were transported to what seemed to be a seaside port town. There are no people in sight in this town. Only buildings and warehouses made out of brick and stone, a few boats, many boxes of fish, and a marketplace. There was also a small forest and grassy plains on the outskirts of the port town. The competitors were scrambled all over the area.

Laughing after Jane was transported to the battlefield, Darxen saw Varen going up to him. “Yes, what is it, old man?”

“It’s not a big problem, Great One, but… don’t you think you should introduce your contestants a little more… formal?”

“Haha, what do you mean?”

“Well, all you do is say your names and tell them to go line up.”

“I am an impatient man, Varen. There’s no way I’d waste time spoiling everyone’s powers. Besides, I want this first round of the Grand Battle to surprise me. It would be nice to see what these people have got, instead of explaining it to everyone else. You know, observe unsaid abilities and what not. Anyway, let’s go ahead and initiate this game.”

Varen could only sigh as his master took out a microphone made from thin air.

As the contestants are looking around at the surroundings, all of them heard a voice from the sky.

“Hello, all! This is Darxen, host of the Grand Battle, speaking. If you’re wondering, all of you have appeared either in a seaside town, a forest, or maybe just out in an open grassy fields. The objectives of your first battle? Well… fight with all you got! Use your surroundings, make truces, and even manipulate others to do your bidding. Do whatever you wish, as long as it takes out one of the contestants! This battle will continue until one person dies! So… shall I say? Let Round One begin!”

Soon, one of the servants came rushing into the room. “Sir!” he called out.

“What is it?” asked Varen. “Can’t you see our master is busy with the beginning of the battle?”

“It’s urgent, Varen! It seems that we have an eleventh contestant!”

“… what?” Varen couldn’t believe him. “There’s an eleventh? I thought we already gathered our people! There’s no way we can have another-”

“One of our men took the extra time to look for a competitor. I guess he wasn’t informed that the search was over long ago.”

While Darxen was speaking into the microphone, Varen sighed. “Well, whatever. Get him in here.”

The servant then escorted a man with wolf-like features in to the room. His body was covered with many scars. Varen felt a bit frightened by this man. “W-What is your name?”

“Wolf,” he answered.

“I see… well, I’m sorry to say this to you, Wolf, but the tournament has already begun and…”

“Stop, Varen!”

Darxen interrupted the conversation and observed the eleventh competitor.

“Okay… Wolf, right? Please step up into the dimension transporter where you shall begin your first round. Remember, the first one out will end the round.

The man nodded and stepped onto the transporter, where he teleported under the docks. It took a second to realize he was underwater.

“G-Great One! Why?!”

“Why what? That man seem liked a powerful warrior!”

“Still! We have too many contestants as it is! Why would you make the Grand Battle longer? Honestly, this is your father’s idea and-”

Darxen immediately grasped his neck and held him up high. “Wait, I did not get that quite right. What did you say?” Varen, choking heavily, tried to speak out. “… I’m… sorry…”

The boy threw him on the floor and looked at his hand. “Varen, a Grand Battle is a tournament between powerful beings. Not only that it’s probably the most important battle in a lifetime should one participate in, but also an entertaining event to observe. It would be interesting to see more people fight.”

Varen was still trying to catch his breathe as Darxen continues to explain. “Even if you say that more competitors will cause the tournament to become longer in duration, I can always hold special rounds. Special rounds capable of eliminating two or more people. Now, if you excuse me, I‘ll be watching this Grand Battle in my room now.”

Before Darxen made his way out of the auditorium, he mentioned one more thing. “By the way, Varen, this may be father’s idea, but I am in control.”

Varen stood up, recovering from his master’s grasp. To think he had actually upset Darxen, and almost cost him his life. He sat on the wooden bench to where Seed Alpha was sitting before, and rested. Then, one of the servants came into the room. “Varen, the package of Dr. Pepper has arrived.”

Varen nodded and made his way out of the auditorium, now dark and empty, to go watch the Grand Battle with the other servants as well.



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((The bolded words are pretty important. Now, remember that there’s no length requirement (your post can be shorter than mine), and that you can control other characters. Note on how I did my post, though it was a sloppy job. Anyway, all of you can start wherever you want in the first round, except for Cereal, since I made his character start underwater. He can swim, right?))

[Ultra Storm]

“I stand between ideals and reality.”

He is something that should not exist. He does not belong to this world and only his shadow reaches this plane of reality. He has seen all the worlds in existence, yet calls none home. He does have his world but like he, it does not exist in reality. When he gazes at the ground his shadow is now cast on, he sees one of those worlds but seems uninterested.


“I have fought for an eternity but never faced death.”

He has never truly lived. His existence is outside life and he does not truly understand what it means to be “alive”. He has heard stories but hopes to learn more of this way of existence. In his world, death does not exist.


“I have countless weapons but none of them is mine.”

He is a warrior of legend. He possesses many weapons but he has never had one of his own.


“Every night I see a dream.”

But it is never his. He does not have a wish he wants fulfilled; he only sees the wishes of others. He does not know why he wields his sword. Even an eternal existence is meaningless without a purpose. This is a question he wants answered.


“In my dream, I stand at the edge of the world…”

He has walked for so long, it feels like an eternity. He has walked to the west. Finally, he sees a vast ocean.


“…at the Fields of Elysium.”

It his true existence, his only place of peace and the only weapon he is allowed. It is the realm of heroes. When he rides to battle, heroes ride with him.


…Aether opens his eyes. He sees an ocean but it is not the one of his world. He seems to be on the rooftop of a building close to the sea. Although he does not know what lies at the end of this battle, he is going to fight. If for nothing else, he may learn its purpose, which he hopes to teach him something of his own goal.

Aether sees no weapons he wishes to wield, so instead of reaching out his hand, he reaches out into his mind.

“Gram!”

In a moment, Sigurd’s sword of legend appears in Aether’s hands, shining in radiant light.

[NARFNra]

Zenitropos Falz'ny was not having a good day.

He stared sadly at the grasslands all around him, gnawing at the ground with his left mouth. He was not feeling well, having not ingested anything for several hours. All this talk of dimension jumpers or whatever. The world he was stuck in was nothing like home, and he was worried. A sensible frame of mind was running through him right now, so he crushed a small rock and started to make the best of his predicament.

He started to dig around, looking for some nice tasty metal to eat, but suddenly whirled around. Was that a screeching he heard? He continued working though cautiously probing the area around him with his vile sight, still attempting to pinpoint the noise's source. A flash illuminated the sky to his west, and he turned like a tornado's edges; "What is going on here anyway?" He grated to himself as he gazed as far as he could.

He caught sight of what appeared to be a forest, though the trees were brown and green for some reason, nothing like the burning hellfire trees from home. Flashes and battle-y noises were lighting up the strange wood. Zenitropos muttered a few curses and set to work on his first priority. Making a fortress of his very own.

He began to dig, stopping only momentarily to reform his shoes. A strange train of thought ran through Zenitropos' mind, "Still no metal... Must not be a real world. I wonder how long it took them to build it? I haven't felt any class thirteens around here. My hobo's intuition remains unhappy. Must find food. Yes, food is good. ". Another flash lit the horizon. A quick glance told him the flashes were getting nearer, and getting bluer. He hissed out to himself, before redoubling his efforts.

The burrow must be finished within an hour. I must not die. I will not. For all the hobos ever to exist, I will not. And may The Watcher help anyone who gets in my way.

One last thought ran before he fell below the ground level. "Where is my Dr Pepper anyway?...

[Falkenwing]

He stared all around him. Houses of the sort and marketplaces filled with lush apples, pears, and other types of fruit just stood there. But the town was so silent. Everything seemed melancholy. Nobody was to be seen. Not a bird, not a mouse. Just seaside buildings near the tropical waters.

Lass was not at all pleased with this sight. He remembered his servants , pampering him and feeding him good wine. But where had this memory come from? He had not remembered a single thing in the past for more than 600 years, and suddenly, when in a competition, he remembered something.

He walked up to a brown stall and sat down next to it, sighing. This was extremely saddening. He sighed again and decided to rest near what seemed to be an altar, a few miles down the coast. He started to run down the sandy beach, water occasionally swiping at his feet. Finally, after five minutes, he reached a large pillar, with drawings etched on it. Lass summoned a kunai from his inner torso, and lazily threw it at a branch swaying overhead. A small peach came flying down and Lass stared at it.

"Guess this is it. I will hone Kaze'aze's power, and I will overpower it! It will not overpower Me. I will find my revenge!" Lass thought, staring at his small curse mark on his shoulder. Then he crushed the peach with no effort at all.

[Autumn Storm]

Water... structures... and nothing else? there's no one here to get in the way... shame.

I wasn't quite sure where I was at that moment, to be frank. I could hear water to my left; I could feel stone beneath my feet. The slight breeze smells of salt and the rot of wood left to soak far too long... a nauseating smell I enjoyed far too little. I gave my head a small shake and turned to get a better sight of the town to my right, catching the wall behind me from the corner of my eye. The best I could figure, I was near a corner of the port town that bordered the sea which works out well for myself I suppose.

"Right, I should get started" I said, putting the wall behind me and walking down the boardwalk that jutted somewhat over the sea, giving the non-existent townsfolk extra mobility to avoid the vacant streets. It seemed strange to me that the master of this game would neglect to set us in an area with other people; when you hold something of this nature, is it not odd to care about any living creature in the area?

At any rate, I had lost track of my thoughts (So very unlike the soldier I was supposed to be) and arrived at a large road leading up into the town. I gave another glance to the sea behind me and shifted the barbs on my back in disgust. You see, water isn't something my race particularly enjoys. Ingestion of hydrogen in small amounts won't do much to us but larger amounts tend to have somewhat painful side effects. We certainly won't die, unpleasant as it is.

Getting off track again; I really need to stop that. Choosing the open street over and more trekking near that accursed water wasn't a hard decision. I promptly turned and made my way up the gentle slope into the town.

The silence was somewhat disturbing... apparently there really were no other being here. Hell, I didn't even know if any of the contestants had been transported anywhere near me. I passed by what seemed like the same house innumerable times before I came, yet again, to a stop. It might prove useful to search one of the houses here for anything useful, though I don't know exactly what I would need from such low-tech hovels.

I glanced around and stepped off to the side of the road and placed my hand on the knob of the house I ended up in front of. The little piece of metal wouldn't budge in the slightest even after applying a little bit of force. Frustrated, I took a step back and wound up the barbs on my back, thrusting them forward and punching into the door. The piece of wood didn't fly back into the house as expected but remained absolutely unscratched.

"Wh... what devilry is this?!"

[funwes]

Meaningless violence. That was all that I have known, and that is all I have come to despise. I am but a tool for this violence. Those bastards back on Dresia used me to kill thousands. For what? A short reign on the top of my world before another powerful nation arose. I am but a tool for violence. Every war from the beginning of Dresia's recorded history was for this glory, and I am sick of it. The fact that they coerced me into this pointless murder angers me. It only fuels what destruction I can perpetuate. I am but a tool for violence.

This battle? Even more of this violence. But I cannot stop it. They will try to kill me, so I must kill them. I have to do what I was made to do. I am but a tool for violence. I will find them all, and I will destroy them so that I can live. I have nothing back at Dresia. I have nothing here. I have nothing to live for but my swordsmanship and my elemental power. I am but a tool for violence.

They stuck me in this large field, far from the sea. I suppose they know my abilities well. If there really is a seaside town, I would probably be better off heading that way. Of course, this open field really stretches for awhile. I can barely make out a town in the distance. Time for some walking.

Zygax starts making his way towards the town, wondering just how long it will be before he sees anyone.




I am but a tool for violence

[mrapex]

Xolar was transported to what appeared to be the town square. As he stood in the middle of the street he observed his surroundings. The streets were empty but lined with a huge chain of interconnecting stores. The stone road gave an aged look to the town.

((This is suppose to be a battle right?)) Xolar thought to himself ((and to be in such an open place like this... AHH!))

He realized how much danger he could be in and quickly and ran into the nearest building, which seemed to be a pastry shoppe.

He proceeded to slowly and carefully move through the shoppe but was toppled over by a bright burst of energy.

((UGH! That aura... The blast must have come from Aether... He does not look like someone I want to mess with.))

Xolar, even more carefully than before, begins to proceed though the town, wary of the others.

[Heartless]

LOG OF PRIVATE JANE DOE:

Day 1: I was sent into this grassy field by what I assume to be the commander of this operation. I don't get it quite well. Apparently, I'm suppose to fight a bunch of silly hippies, hardly worth interrupting my daily chicken soup. Back in my days, soup time was the most important of all, and if you interrupted it you would FACE the CONSEQUENCES. These damn kiddos don't know who they're dealing with. I better get a damn good medal or else they'll feel the PAIN.

"All right, let's see where we are.." Pvt. Doe had a quick look around him. He saw no one around him, but it didn't stop him from taking out his shotgun.

"ALRIGHT HERE! SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE I AM AND WHERE'S MY NEAREST VICTIM!!!"

No answer, but Pvt. Doe heard a suspiscious sound. Or maybe he didn't, who knows. What matter is that he thinks he heard it, and what YOU think doesn't matter. Why, in war, if you THINK, you DIE. Therefore, without any thinking whatsoever, Pvt. Doe came to the only conclusion he could ever hope to reach.

((I'll have to look for the enemies trench, and take it over! And if they put up a fight, I'll show them the worth of a REAL trench and believe me, it's worth a lot when your guts are spilling out of your stomach and you have to sew it back together using a bayonnet!)) With this he set out to reach to source of the noise that was reaching him, a sound he oh so recognized... the sound of digging...

[Cereal Killer]

I saw a really bright flash one second and the next I was under water gasping for every last breath till I got to the top. I came here to kill evil bastards not to waste my time swimming I thought to myself. Swimming’s never been my strongest ability anyway. I looked across the horizon line at the blank and drawing ocean; the blue monster seemed to go along for miles. I guess I’ll just swim this way, I feel a sort of wind blowing by meaning shore is closer in this direction.

I was having a bit of trouble swimming so I began to go through the strokes I had taught myself when I was 8. Trouble had encountered me before that in an event where I was nearly drowned by another child when I was 6. It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to swim, I just had no relative affinity for the water, the woods and the metropolis were my home and I knew that a battle in either location would be advantageous to me.

I began thinking about my battle strategies I had planned. I reviewed each in my head, making sure they had no loopholes. I knew if there was ever a time to make a mistake it would not be now, as always I had planned perfectly. So off I swam in the general direction of what I knew to be a coastline in the distance.

The Warrior of Justice

[NARFNra]

Zenitropos kept digging...

"Dirt, dirt, sand, ninjas, no Dr Pepper, a piece of pie, my mind, Joe Alphonse, pie again..."

It had been seven minutes and twenty two seconds of mindless digging that had built his current fortress. He paced around his narrow tunnels, built of packed dirt and the strange metals he had found. The strange metals... they confused him.

They tasted like both iron and beryllium but at the same time were nothing at all. They were shiny at first glance, yet if they were stared at they would remain dull. Still, they seemed to make excellent eyes. Very excellent. Why, he almost had 270 degree vision now... Or maybe he was just in an insane mind again.

"Digging, digging, digging, wait, wha?"

He spun wildly, glancing up and putting his leg to the ceiling. He felt something vibrating... Yes, that sound...

It was the sound of someone else digging. An enemy? But of course. Something scared him about the sound though. It didn't sound like someone taking time to shovel dirt away.

It sounded like a friggin' woodpecker.

Zenitropos panicked, and started digging as fast as it could. But he could still feel it in his bones...

"OH LORD STAN, THE DEMON REAPER IS COMING TO GET MEEEEEEE!" He thought horrifyingly as he dug through faster than even the most crack addicted mole, but it was no match for the wrath of Epic Trench Digging Skills.

With a roaring crash, the ceiling exploded in burst of sand and loam, and a figure dropped down with the falling clods of dirt. As it fell, Zenitropos caught a glimpse of a long, flat, steel object waving around in the air at high speed, before it was whipped under a trench coat and concealed from him.

"ALL RIGHT, YA DAMN HIPPIE! I'M GOING TO TAKE THIS TRENCH, YOUR HEAD, AND YOUR SHOVEL! OR WHATEVER YOU HAVE!"

Zenitropos gazed at the thing before him, which looked like those "human" thingies Father was always looking at. "You wish to destroy me, the poor king of all hobos?" He said, maintaining a facade, as if he did not fear the "omnidigger", "Why I ought to... I fought in the Wars of Descrovania as a-"

The strange man jumped at him and interrupted him, waving a shotgun; "There ain't no one who's been in more war than I have!" He screamed at a deafening volume. "Why, I remember back in The War when I had to fight a hundred and two soldiers at once! I shot 'em so fast they couldn't even say..."

Zenitropos stared in horror at the handheld contraption, and started in on his own story in the hopes the man would forget he had a weapon. "Well I defeated the King of-"

"SHUT IT! I'M TALKING!", The man yelled at him. "Now listen here sonny..."

Zenitropos realized with horror that the man's story was somehow making time dilate, making this area move faster then everywhere else...

*A few hours later*

Zenitropos and Jane Doe had been arguing so long that they realized something. They both were war veterans from wars long past... and good at digging, kinda oldish(although Doe insisted he was thirty five, just had been thirty five for a long time) ...and just generally awesome(supposedly). Zenitropos eyed the shotgun, and nearly fainted, but he knew what he must do.

"So 'Jane Doe', we have a lot in common... what say you to us working together to create the perfect trench, and saving ourselves from the other... "damn hippies" as you say. We would work well together, I can make chicken soup, and we actually listen to each other's stories... Together, maybe we could defeat those who we could not defeat apart." Zenitropos prepared himself for a precision shotgun strike, which he knew he could take if he was ready...

Doe thought long and hard, and replied...

[Heartless]

Day 1 part 2: The enemy has been found! That dumb maggot thinks he's seen war, and he's trying to convince me that he's on MY level of GREATNESS. He doesn't even have a single medal on his person, it shames all the REAL soldiers who've SEEN, HEARD, SMELLED and TASTED war.

"That's PRIVATE Doe to you, sonny! I will never ally with a baby that hasn't even been in a real war! Why, in a REAL war, you have to shoot until your gun's empty, then shoot until your dead mates' guns are empty, then shoot until your dead enemies' guns are empty! How can you claim to be a veteran when you don't even know what a corpse feels like when you have to hide inside it? You don't even have arms to gut your opponent with!" Clearly, that big ol' alien had failed to impress Pvt Doe. It's not really all that surprising, considering seeing the monstruous face of your enemies and their attempts to claim they have a family or have emotions gets really dull after a while.

"NOW! This is MY trench. If God had wanted you to have this trench, then he would not have invented ME!" Pvt. Doe pointed his shotgun at Zenitropos, who reflexively backed up in a corner.

"D-don't do it! If we work together, we'll...""Hah! if I needed to work with someone who's afraid of taking a few bullets, then I'd be already DEAD. I've had to fight 10 copters using a pick axe, and only one of us made it out alive! Shave your hair, build up some muscle and come back when you're a man. Now get out, or else I'll MAKE you get out, and I don't particularly care if you're dead or alive by the time I'm done."

[Clunks]

As the dimensional transporter whisked me from my current location, I can't tell if the rush I feel is a side effect of the machine on his circuits, or the anticipation I feel for the praise I would receive from my master when this mission is complete.

As this new world phased into existence, I quickly pushed aside such thoughts; it would not do to distract myself from the mission. I quickly take stock of the situation. I'm alone in sparsely wooded area, in the distance I can see a seaside settlement of some kind, but it is too far to make out any detail. In a nearby grassy field it appears one of my foes is constructing fortifications.

After a minute of waiting for orders from squad leader, I discover that I am the highest ranking member of my squad and that I am squad leader. Protocol dictates I return to home base, but I cannot find a path that will take me there. I have no procedures for handling this situation. In my databanks, I have a recording of my inventor proclaiming "Hah! What good's an autonomous hunk of metal if you throw a slightly unfamiliar situation at it. That's why we gave ya a personality darlin', now you can figure'em out for yourself." I take this to mean that I am supposed to please my master by finishing the mission to the best of my ability.

I am, however, not designed to function in single combat, and being a good squad leader requires having a good squad, so my first course of action should be to draft in some new recruits. I glance uneasily at the fortifications being built in the plains; I have a tendency to stumble upon trenches, to my extreme embarrassment. I resolve to head towards the town, in hopes of finding people to round out my squad. So finally, 30 minutes after my arrival, my body lumbers forward.

[Falkenwing]

Lass woke up after a few hours. The moon was up, and he must've dozed off.

"Eurgh!" He thought, "I can't doze off!" Lass quickly summoned his Nodachi, but no one was to be seen. He stashed it away. "Huh , the moon is up. Ugh, I must avoid...blue..."

Lass stood up and looked over the horizon, then glanced back towards the grassy plains. He saw a dark mass slumbering to the town.

"I do not wish to fight under the full moon, but if I must..."

He blended into the night and jumped from tree to tree, throwing kunai "aimlessly" onto all the trees he passed, then clicked his tongue and silently watched the small mass getting larger and larger. Then he silently drifted behind the mass, which turned out to be Clunks."Heheh. Let us see what events shall happen shall we?" crooned Lass, stroking his curse mark.
"He jumped on top of the golem and landed in front of him, still invisible.

"Who's there?" Clunks asked.

"Oh, no one in particular. Say, would you help me find something red? I oh do need it now." Lass replied, revealing himself, his irises gray in color.

[Hellraider]

... sixty-nine, seventy ...

Seed Alpha continued to count the leaves on the sixth tree now. Compared to the Aevan vegetation he knew, the forest he was transported to looked a lot more manifold, a lot more alive. On average, one tree here seemed to be home for about double the amount of bugs and other vermin.

...

If there were such things like emotions for him, the most exact way to describe his state of mind would be utter boredom. He had been continuously awake for several centuries now already, but unfortunate events have delayed his sleep, with the last of them being this Battle Royale.
It was not his body that suffered from this, it was not his hard drive which would lose any of its capacity from prolonged use. They were made to be timeless, made with the highest level of technology known, made by the most capable supercomputer which ever existed and will exist. They would not fail, no matter what happened.

What slowly started to corrupt over and over again were the millions of minds inside of him, the last requiem of Aeva.

...

So the thing to do now was to finish this battle as fast as possible. He had evaluated all of his opponents already. Most of them were strong, but mindless fighters solely relying on power and third-rate tricks. Some could potentially harm Seed Alpha, especially if they ganged up on him.
Really worrysome were only two though, two beings that did not even remotably resemble anything stored in his databank.
But even they would eventually fall.

Floating above the ground, Seed Alpha moved towards the town, the area where he could sense the most of his opponents.

[NARFNra]

The combination of both the horrifying phobia of the shotgun and the fact that it might be used against him was too hard for him to handle. His mind broke, and well...

He went into a rage.

The first of his kicks threw the man backwards long enough that Zenitropos knew he would have probably knocked him out. He rushed forward to get the shotgun, but a voice boomed through the air.

"I WARNED YA, YA MAGGOT!"

Zenitropos was very lucky he had been sideways in the air. A shotgun blast tore into the area around him, and within Zenitropos's psychotic mind, two things registered.

1: This man was still awake, and able to yell and fire a shotgun after being hurled ten feet.
2: If he was able to do that, Zenitropos should probably run.

Zenitropos hopped into a side tunnel, and started digging up, although with twists and turns to avoid any shotgun bullets that might smash up the tube. He could hear the other man throwing something...

A shovel conked him on the head. He stared at it, and realized he was thinking normally again. "YOU YELLOW BELLY! WHERE ARE YA!? NO ONE ATTACKS PRIVATE DOE AND LIVES!" echoed up from the floors behind him. Zenitropos gave a little shriek, but just kept digging. He eventually popped up.

He was in the plains again, they seemed larger then what he remembered them to be... There was the forest again, it seemed closer, and...

Oh my.

Zenitropos immediately began to "ground surf", digging trenches so he didn't have to raise his body up by standing. What was that... "Automaton" walking his way?

Trapped between a psycho veteran and a giant mechanism, Zenitropos did the first thing he could think of. He began to eat that metal as fast as possible, reinforcing his exoskeleton.

Those flashes in the forest were getting nearer... Zenitropos suddenly remembered what they were...

Twenty thousand years ago, he had been at the proper age when a Demon was allowed to meet it's father. He had heard tales of the horrors his father had done, and was so very scared. As he got nearer, he started to see... colors that no one else could, getting faster and stranger the closer they got to The Watcher's room. And then they entered it...

His father was a pitch black field of shadow, two hundred feet high, but the EYES were everywhere, staring at every darkened window and paranoid thing ever in existence. With one great tentacle, he moved an eye closer to investigate his son, the one that the others hated so much, and he merely blinked.

But that was not what scared him. Zenitropos could deal with that, being a natural demon. What scared him was the constant flashes of light emanating from the area around him. You see, the presence of a great power does THINGS to the areas around them, which are sometimes visible(reality warping visibly, things dying when they pass), and even uneducated beings that form out of immobile fields or object (He thought of the Kronosians, who once attempted to conquer Hell itself, although it was so long ago even they called it a legend) know that the more powerful an individual, the farther their effect goes. And a few demons can see that change when no one else can...

Whatever in that forest was crazy powerful. This was not something the hobo intuition said he should meet. He resolved to always avoid the flashes, always avoid them...

For what he knew, something he hadn't noticed before the battle would have more power than he ever expected...