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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-03-03 08:02 pm

The Battle That Ended The Century

People say that war is hell. This looked it.

Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.

The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.

A breather. The calm before the storm.

[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]

[identity profile] itsaboutaction.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Clark looked out over the strange battlefield. For the most part, it did look like hell. For the moment, though, he put it behind him. He needed to focus on the task at hand - finding others and aiding them as well. Kon was safe for now. Others needed his help now.

As he double checked the weapons he had gotten from the earlier dream, he let out a sigh.

"I really wish I had my powers right now... but, no time for what if..." he uttered.

Locked and loaded, he continued on.

Right now? This looked like a job for Superman.

[identity profile] quark-assassin.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
…So perhaps this wasn’t as safe a plan as Dustin had hoped.

The genius in him would’ve seen this battlefield and immediately recognized it for what it was: a time-captured representation of your classic World War Two battlefield, Nightmare King-created and controlled, fear-inspired and fear-inspiring. Calm right now, yes, but it was about to get a lot worse.

With the genius (and his subsequent knowledge of how to work his own weapons) suppressed, however, this was a new landscape with all sorts of new opportunities for Dustin’s paranoia to raise its ugly head and scream at his static-filled brain OH MY GOD WAS THAT A BOMBER PLANE THOSE RATS HAVE BEEN IN DEAD BODIES AND EAT CATS THERE IS SHRAPNEL EVERYWHERE THAT BUILDING IS SO NOT STRUCTURALLY STABLE

He was crippled, he was—a crippled man forced to use his defective parts. And good lord did it hurt. Every complex notion served to increase his pounding headache to nigh bursting. Quite honestly, Dustin was starting to welcome that thought. The only things keeping him running were the image of Codi, crumpled, naked, dead by her pod, almost begging for revenge against the one who did this; and the pink-haired Yoshimi following close by, whose injuries were serious enough that Dustin was obligated not to complain. Surely, if she could continue to fight, then so could he.

In the meanwhile, they needed cover and they needed cover quickly. Though he never strayed too far from Samus and the others that she’d picked up, he figured that they could defend themselves, perhaps even supplying a barricade between any oncoming forces and the wounded few that needed to rest.

A nearby, vacated shack seemed fit to provide for these needs. Dustin stopped to the side of it, planting himself by the makeshift wall and rummaging through his backpack. Spare cloth, spare cloth…What the hell are all these computer parts doing in here? Spare cloth…
morphitudinous: (BLUE: Over the shoulder)

Breaking The Spell

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-03-04 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
What's that?

Why, that's a giant T-Rex with an evil Blue Ranger riding atop it. If the mouthpiece of his helmet could move, it would absolutely be smirking with villainous delight. Patting his noble steed fondly, the evil Ranger gracefully flips off his mount, grinning evilly beneath the mask as he sends Rex on his way. This is it---his last chance to redeem himself and do his master's bidding.

For you see, the evil Blue Ranger has just been given the boot by his overlord. If he can't silence the weakling scientist with one last influx of energy, then he's on his own. And that...would be bad.

Because Billy Cranston is incensed and not willing to allow this shadow to enslave his body anymore. Pleas and strikes from his friends have woken him up and cleared the fog from his eyes, and now it's up to him to put the King's vassal away for good.

But he'll need some help getting jarred loose first, because these new bonds are somewhat tricky. Guys? You're against Blue Ranger on your own for now. And he's coming for you.

[This is it! One last bout of pompousness for Evil Blue, and then a very emotionally damaged Billy will finally be awake. Any characters are welcome, whether they knew him or not (though people who have emotional links to Billy will obviously have more sway in breaking the spell). And then I'll be helping in others' subthreads, promise.]
Edited 2010-03-04 17:29 (UTC)

[identity profile] youngsoldat.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
A young man clad in partial German uniform comes around the corner cautiously, rifle raised. He came to a halt as he spotted the rather large, handsome man wielding his own weapon.

"...who are you?"

He wasn't lowering the weapon, though.

[identity profile] itsaboutaction.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Superman was unfazed by the young man's reaction and the fact that he had his rifle trained on him. If he was going to make it through, he was going to have to do this cautiously.

"Easy, son. I'm here to help." he said, his voice firm, yet calming. "I'm Superman, someone who was just recently freed. I have others here with me who can vouch for me."

He was starting to wonder if this young man wouldn't recognize him, like Fate.

Re: Breaking The Spell

[identity profile] magictrkswwater.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
How did she get separated from the rest of the group? That's what Irma wanted to know. At the moment, though, she was busy trying not to limp - her running around had aggravated her sprained ankle. Worse? The entire time, she couldn't fly.

"Mmrgh... stupid... what's the point of the wings if we can't fly? They're decorations!" Irma griped. She didn't take notice of her location until she staggered back after nearly being ran over by the T-Rex. "HOLY...! Just... where the heck am I?"

Standing up, she noticed the other figure in blue and gawked. "Boy... and her I thought we wore goofy outfits."
morphitudinous: (BLUE: Winding Up)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-03-04 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, a young warrior with her wings clipped. Blue would be delighted to spook her for his master. Perhaps Billy would have grumbled with embarrassment at having his uniform mocked yet again, but Blue Ranger prefers a more direct approach---leaping at the woman, fists extended.

[identity profile] magictrkswwater.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Irma let out a yelp as Billy's fists connected with her face, causing her to stumble back, and cover her face.

"OW! What the...?!" Irma yelped, muffled by her hands. Removing her hands from her face, Billy can see the red mark where he punched her. "Alright, I don't know what the heck's wrong with you, but I'm not going to let you get away with that!"

A few seconds later, the Blue Ranger would be greeted by a flying water geyser, magically created by Irma. Hopefully it would be enough to get her to her feet and put some distance between them.
morphitudinous: (BLUE: Sprawled out)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-03-04 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
With a growling yelp, Blue Ranger tries to recover from his water-induced flight as gracefully as possible---though he looked distinctly like a drowned rat. "So you're a spirited warrior, I take it? No matter. The question you should ask yourself, ma'am, is what's wrong with you."

Meanwhile, Billy gapes at his shadow puppetmaster, horrified. He punched a girl in the face. Straining furiously at his bonds, he radiates hatred. The lifeblood of the shadow, unfortunately.

Outside, so far unaffected by Billy's struggle, the evil Ranger tries advancing again, this time flipping his way over to aim his foot at her. Beneath the visor, two red lights glow where eyes should be.

[identity profile] bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wait, Superman?" There was another man, this one older, but dressed in an American uniform from the same war. His own rifle hung loosely from hand, helmet pushed back on his head. He stood, staring open-mouthed.

"As in, 'faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap buildings in a single bound' Superman?"

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Samus cut in. Don't mind the six plus feet of powered armor butting into this conversation, but she kind of thought there are more important things than fanboying right about now, "Not the time for pleasantries, men. We have more important matters to be dealing with."

[identity profile] magictrkswwater.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Irma was ready this time, sidestepping his attack. The movement was slow, though. It was going to be tough to keep trying to keep up with him in her injured state.

"What's wrong with me? Simple - I'm stuck in a hellish place fighting for my life from who knows what... and you're over here attacking me!"

He's one of the others who was here, isn't he? He's too out of place to be a dream! Irma thought. But, why is he attacking? Don't tell me he's brainwashed or something! I went through enough of that with Matt and Huggles!

"Look, no hard feelings, but I'm gonna hafta knock some sense into you!" she said, attempting to deliver a kick at her attacker.

[identity profile] itsaboutaction.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He isn't minding at all. He's used to it.

"Agreed. We're not out of the woods yet." Superman said. He turned to Samus as he continued talking. "I take it we're going to try to find the others on board here and help them, yes? There has to be more of them elsewhere..."
morphitudinous: (BLUE: Armed)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-03-04 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a mutual problem, then! Don't worry. I'll end it soon enough." As he speaks, he reaches for his precious Blade Blaster---a few shots, a few stabs, and he'll have this fighter out of his hair.

Of course, Billy isn't going to take this well at all. His spirit hardens with determination when he feels Blue Ranger reaching for the gun, and thinking fast, he pulls his feet under and launches his bound body at the puppetmaster. Once on top, he rolls threateningly...perhaps if he can bait Blue into attacking him, Blue will inadvertently break the bonds.

Billy's move paralyzes the body long enough for Irma's kick to land, ending with Blue Ranger sprawled across the ground. Hissing, he changes his grip on the blaster and points it up at her. "Funny, I don't recall losing my sense. I'm merely fulfilling a goal for my lord."

[identity profile] magictrkswwater.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Irma stepped back as the Blue Ranger aimed the Blade Blaster at her. "Woah, no need to go that far!"

His lord? He's under the Nightmare King's hold, isn't he? Irma thought.

"Look, this is all a stupid dream! This is the Nightmare King's doing!" she shouted, stepping back. As much as she trusted herself she doubted that she could get another water shot in before he fired...

...but took the shot, launching another geyser blast at Billy. This is going to hurt...!
morphitudinous: (BLUE: Sprawled out)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-03-04 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucky for her, the blaster was ruined by the crushing water before the evil Ranger could get a shot in, thanks to Billy's heel-dragging. Of course, that left a Blue Ranger slamming into the ground again, grunting in pain.

"I know, isn't it wonderful?"

From Billy, the puppetmaster received a resounding 'NO!' The puppetmaster had thrown Billy off, slamming him into a sharp spike---but it had sliced a bond as well as his arm. Excellent. Pulling the bonds off, Billy wasted no time in slamming past and pouncing upward and outward.

And now, everyone will see a faint apparition of an unmorphed Billy standing between his original body and Irma, glaring daggers into that helmet. "I hope you've enjoyed your stay, but it's checkout time," his voice echoed, fainter and less...embodied than usual.
crusades: (orly?)

[personal profile] crusades 2010-03-05 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he is. Blame it on this guy.

"Never thought I'd hear you utter that question," Batman, soaked half in rain and half in blood emerges over the top of a pile of rubble, "The multiverse really must be ending."
imperious_lex: (Anti-Hero)

[personal profile] imperious_lex 2010-03-05 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"And yet it spared you, though not for lack of trying," Lex noted, looking at all the blood.

Yes, Lex Luthor, who was actually in the same vicinity as Clark Kent and not actively trying to kill him.

Welcome to the Apocalypse, Bruce.

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2010-03-05 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Samus held out her hand to indicate that once again, maybe the chatter should be cut short. She can sense the animosity between the current group, but honestly she has more important things to care about.

"I suggest that begin our search," and by that she meant 'I don't give a damn about who any of you are but you better shut up soon because we have work to do.' And it almost pained her to add this next part, but she felt it necessary to add, "And I believe cooperation is necessary to ensure the survival of the remaining crew."
Edited 2010-03-05 02:27 (UTC)

[identity profile] itsaboutaction.livejournal.com 2010-03-05 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Again, I agree..." Superman said, nodding. "Let's try to gather everyone we can and help those who need it if need be." Right now, he didn't know where everything was or who was needed. He was going to infer to Samus for the time being.

He wouldn't admit it outright, but, in the back of his head, it was nice to see Bruce around. Now if Diana was around...
crusades: (batman || oh crap)

[personal profile] crusades 2010-03-05 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You should see the other guy," Bruce fires sardonically in Lex's direction. Only most of the blood was his.

"I was hoping my search was over," he replies to Samus, thumbing in the direction he came from, "I've got wounded behind me and I don't have the skills to treat them."

Of course, it never was that easy. He lifts the Apokoliptan pistol, feeling that ugly weight in his hand, loathing every second of it, "We move fast and we move quietly. Use the buildings for cover. We get caught in a firefight and it's not just the others who'll need help. Secondary objective is to establish a defensible safe zone to extract the non-combatants to."

[identity profile] thunder-ace.livejournal.com 2010-03-05 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
It was a dream. It was a dream. A dream made reality, but still a dream. Which meant that sooner or later, it would fade away.

That was what was running through Fate's head as she surveyed the destroyed landscape. Dream-made-real or not, it still deeply unsettled her. As an Enforcer, it was her job to make sure this exact thing didn't happen, on any world. So seeing the results of what would happen if she failed...

Shaking her head to banish the thought(as well as to sweep her rainsoaked bangs out of her eyes), Fate proceeded through the ruined city, grip steady on Bardiche. She didn't mean to get separated from her group, and she was worried about them... but she couldn't backtrack now.

[identity profile] kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com 2010-03-05 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
The waterbender stared out at the city and its destruction, taking everything in. She could see this was the Nightmare King beginning his attempt to break free and throw the whole ship into his depraved nightmare. This was not a time to b full of woe for getting Aang trapped or pained to see all of these hurt people: the Spice, it seemed, had a way of continuing to teach Katara even in her memory. A part of her recalled that feeling of oneness in the universe, and in this case Stacy was precisely that. The Nightmare king wanted to destroy the ship much like the Ohm had destroyed her world.

If she fell to fear, hysterics or bemoaned her situation, she would be playing into his hands. This was the latest gift her Bene Gesserit teacher had given her: clarity. There was no mistaking motives or arguments to have now, not when there was a monster that wanted to kill them all. Of course she wanted to catch her breath and worry about all of her friends and family. Of COURSE she was scared for Sokka and Zuko and all of the people from her world. But right now, she needed to believe they didn't need her worrying, they needed her focused. And that was exactly what she was going to be.

She sat cross legged a moment, taking in the war torn environment. She rose now, and felt something like a net around her, attuning herself to her environment so she might notice the slightest change.
telekinetic_badass: (Pained)

[personal profile] telekinetic_badass 2010-03-05 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think this is the time," his voice strained as he limped over, and leaned against the wall, "--to try and attain spiritual enlightenment."

He probably needed to stop, needed to rest. His injuries, individually, weren't severe, but the sheer number of them piled up to inflict a lot of damage and cost him a lot of blood. Not to mention they were all poorly treated. He couldn't stop, though, because if he did then he'd just mentally watch Kon die all over again.

[identity profile] kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com 2010-03-05 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Katara opened her eyes. "Trying to stay sane requires a little meditation and a clear head. If I don't have those, then I'm going to be no help to anyone. Call it a quick break. I'm in for the long haul...Julian!"

Katara got up immediately. She hadn't known it was Julian talking for a moment, but not only could she see it was him, he also looked like he took a pretty bad beating. "It won't hurt you either! Sit a minute, come on! I have to take care of this before you jump into action again."

Katara wasn't stupid. She hadn't met Julian long but she knew darn well that he wasn't going to stay off the battlefield anymore than she was. They were in it until the end, but that was going to be happening a lot sooner for Julian if he went on like this. She sat him down and brought out her pouch, uncorking it and bringing the water out of pouch via streaming. It hung in midair a moment before descending on Julian, starting to glow.

"Tell me where it hurts," Katara said softly. "We have to patch you up. I'm one of your team members, remember? Its my job."

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