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Madrigal Valentine
Name: Madrigal "Mad" Valentine
Age: 21
Height: 6'1
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue/Grey
Background: Described as a bit of a roughneck drifter, Mad is a bit of an urban legend. He's said to have accomplished seemingly impossible things and survived things that can only be described as macabre in various reports. It is said, Mad isnt on the run from the authorities or the big bosses.. that all of them were on the run from him.. That much might have been true, Mad has never known himself to be cornered.. Not by a human at least.. Who is to say he would be so efficient if the ones cornering him were the girl of his dreams?
Powers and Abilities;
Supernatural Regeneration- The power to rapidly heal at a level drastically beyond what is naturally possible.
Users possess a supernatural level of regeneration; allowing them to recover from virtually any injury that doesn't result in instant death, such as disintegration, incineration, or one-hit kill attacks. As long as their "core" remains undamaged, regeneration is possible. This exceptional regenerative power operates at the cellular level, continuously rejuvenating cells and telomere lengths, granting the user freedom from the aging process. Additionally, the need for sustenance is drastically reduced, pushing the user close to a state of true immortality. Even intricate body parts like damaged brain cells and nerves can be meticulously repaired, preserving the user's mental faculties.
This level of regeneration can extends to drugs, diseases, and harmful foreign substances, ensuring they remain in peak physical condition and optimal health indefinitely. Their immunity, or at the very least, their high resistance to telepathic attacks, arises from the regenerative power's ability to restore brain cells to their unaltered state, effectively shielding the user's mind from intrusion or invasive attempts.
Tier
Tier I - Decapitation: At this tier, users can regenerate extremely severe brain damage and even survive decapitation. This would entail head regrowth or head reattachment.
Tier II - Destruction: Users can regenerate from being blown/torn/slashed to pieces, being able to restore their entire body back to its original state from a single part of their body, such as the head, heart, or even fingers. As long as a solid portion of the user's body survives, they can regenerate. At this level, it's common for users to have a 'core' which must be destroyed in order to kill them.
Tier III - Obliteration: This tier of regeneration entails healing from extreme physical destruction of the body. Users would be able to regenerate from a drop of blood, a single cell, or even having all biology completely annihilated. At this level, users would be able to effortlessly survive point-blank nuclear explosions, or even cosmic-scale explosions.
Tier IV - Flawless: At this stage, the user's regeneration would be so advanced that they would not only remain at an optimal condition and peak health forever, being immune to anything from dementia to mutations, but would also essentially attain a form of Immortality that makes them unkillable and eternally youthful. They would also be able to survive without any form of sustenance and be completely immune to any form of harmful foreign substance, detrimental conditions, hereditary illnesses, unformed limbs, birth defects etc. Even telepathic attacks would be rendered useless as the user can simply restore their mind to its unaltered state. This type of regeneration is also adaptive and intelligent, preventing it from accidentally multiplying tumors but instead restore it back to its original forms. If something is jammed into the body, the healing factor would shift and remove the object to recover. At this stage, the user would most likely possess infinite or near-infinite stamina and pain tolerance.
Tier V - Physical: Users are capable of regenerating from complete and utter bodily destruction of any scale. Most prominently, this includes restoring their entire body from ash, vapor, plasma, molecules, atoms, or even sub-atomic particles.
Tier VI - Nonphysical: At this tier, users can use intangible and nonphysical aspects of themselves to heal, such as their mind (not to be confused with the brain), soul, a form of supernatural/esoteric energy, a metaphysical force etc. This would entail that even if nothing is left of their bodies down to the most micro-level, they would be restored back to their original forms flawless
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Adept Psionic Mastery - The users of this are psychics or entities who possess a multitude of psychic abilities and powers in various forms such as; telekinesis, telepathy, extrasensory perception, teleportation, etc. The exact number of psychic powers a user can possess at once varies per user, level of powers they’re able to generate, psychic family heritage, and natural evolution. All enabling this particular ability to act as an umbrella power for all the powers connected to it using the same energy source.
These abilities are considered supernatural phenomena related to psychological attributes of consciousness, such as the emotional and (possibly) spiritual.
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Power Bestowal - The ability to bestow powers upon another. The user can give superpowers to others, either permanently or temporarily.
More Info/Caveats:
In some cases, the powers granted are based on the subject's DNA structure, personality or the like, so the user can't choose what powers to give (See Ability Creation).
Powers granted may be temporary.
Low-level Users can only grant powers that last for a limited time or weaker powers.
The powers the user gives may come with psychological or physical detriments.
May be able to bestow only certain types of powers.
Bestowed powers may be entirely random.
Target may need certain qualities/accomplishments beforehand.
The affects might be irreversible, in this case the given power might permanently stay with the person.
Age: 21
Height: 6'1
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue/Grey
Background: Described as a bit of a roughneck drifter, Mad is a bit of an urban legend. He's said to have accomplished seemingly impossible things and survived things that can only be described as macabre in various reports. It is said, Mad isnt on the run from the authorities or the big bosses.. that all of them were on the run from him.. That much might have been true, Mad has never known himself to be cornered.. Not by a human at least.. Who is to say he would be so efficient if the ones cornering him were the girl of his dreams?
Powers and Abilities;
Supernatural Regeneration- The power to rapidly heal at a level drastically beyond what is naturally possible.
Users possess a supernatural level of regeneration; allowing them to recover from virtually any injury that doesn't result in instant death, such as disintegration, incineration, or one-hit kill attacks. As long as their "core" remains undamaged, regeneration is possible. This exceptional regenerative power operates at the cellular level, continuously rejuvenating cells and telomere lengths, granting the user freedom from the aging process. Additionally, the need for sustenance is drastically reduced, pushing the user close to a state of true immortality. Even intricate body parts like damaged brain cells and nerves can be meticulously repaired, preserving the user's mental faculties.
This level of regeneration can extends to drugs, diseases, and harmful foreign substances, ensuring they remain in peak physical condition and optimal health indefinitely. Their immunity, or at the very least, their high resistance to telepathic attacks, arises from the regenerative power's ability to restore brain cells to their unaltered state, effectively shielding the user's mind from intrusion or invasive attempts.
Tier
Tier I - Decapitation: At this tier, users can regenerate extremely severe brain damage and even survive decapitation. This would entail head regrowth or head reattachment.
Tier II - Destruction: Users can regenerate from being blown/torn/slashed to pieces, being able to restore their entire body back to its original state from a single part of their body, such as the head, heart, or even fingers. As long as a solid portion of the user's body survives, they can regenerate. At this level, it's common for users to have a 'core' which must be destroyed in order to kill them.
Tier III - Obliteration: This tier of regeneration entails healing from extreme physical destruction of the body. Users would be able to regenerate from a drop of blood, a single cell, or even having all biology completely annihilated. At this level, users would be able to effortlessly survive point-blank nuclear explosions, or even cosmic-scale explosions.
Tier IV - Flawless: At this stage, the user's regeneration would be so advanced that they would not only remain at an optimal condition and peak health forever, being immune to anything from dementia to mutations, but would also essentially attain a form of Immortality that makes them unkillable and eternally youthful. They would also be able to survive without any form of sustenance and be completely immune to any form of harmful foreign substance, detrimental conditions, hereditary illnesses, unformed limbs, birth defects etc. Even telepathic attacks would be rendered useless as the user can simply restore their mind to its unaltered state. This type of regeneration is also adaptive and intelligent, preventing it from accidentally multiplying tumors but instead restore it back to its original forms. If something is jammed into the body, the healing factor would shift and remove the object to recover. At this stage, the user would most likely possess infinite or near-infinite stamina and pain tolerance.
Tier V - Physical: Users are capable of regenerating from complete and utter bodily destruction of any scale. Most prominently, this includes restoring their entire body from ash, vapor, plasma, molecules, atoms, or even sub-atomic particles.
Tier VI - Nonphysical: At this tier, users can use intangible and nonphysical aspects of themselves to heal, such as their mind (not to be confused with the brain), soul, a form of supernatural/esoteric energy, a metaphysical force etc. This would entail that even if nothing is left of their bodies down to the most micro-level, they would be restored back to their original forms flawless
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Adept Psionic Mastery - The users of this are psychics or entities who possess a multitude of psychic abilities and powers in various forms such as; telekinesis, telepathy, extrasensory perception, teleportation, etc. The exact number of psychic powers a user can possess at once varies per user, level of powers they’re able to generate, psychic family heritage, and natural evolution. All enabling this particular ability to act as an umbrella power for all the powers connected to it using the same energy source.
These abilities are considered supernatural phenomena related to psychological attributes of consciousness, such as the emotional and (possibly) spiritual.
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Power Bestowal - The ability to bestow powers upon another. The user can give superpowers to others, either permanently or temporarily.
More Info/Caveats:
In some cases, the powers granted are based on the subject's DNA structure, personality or the like, so the user can't choose what powers to give (See Ability Creation).
Powers granted may be temporary.
Low-level Users can only grant powers that last for a limited time or weaker powers.
The powers the user gives may come with psychological or physical detriments.
May be able to bestow only certain types of powers.
Bestowed powers may be entirely random.
Target may need certain qualities/accomplishments beforehand.
The affects might be irreversible, in this case the given power might permanently stay with the person.
Nocturne Oathbreaker (Nonhuman OC)
Name: Nocturne Oathbreaker
Height: 6'3
Weight: 205 lbs
This world was different than the one he knew.. and he had come here through a cataclysm.. pure unbridled violence.. and of course; revelation.. The Overseers, the Archons, they had not intended for such daemons to walk amidst the living and yet.. here he was.. unbound, and unbroken..
Oathbreaker.. that was his name on Earth.. in English, his Hirudinean name was Nocturne Oathbreaker.. but what was a name but a collection titles.. passed from father to mother and etched upon stones. To Nocturne, names were as good as graves..
He had come to Earth following a certain system.. but the more he was utilized.. the more that system became broken and now, the brute was at a crossroads. How would he know himself if he did not try to go all the way? Most humans were feeble, filthy.. he had not discovered anyone pure.. though he saw flickers of this amidst the infants, the children.. Yes, he was not attacking children.. and there was something about the women of this world that were different than the females of his own world.. and not just the shapes of their forms here..
As nonseraphic and ouroboric these carbon based anatomies were, it was not the shape of them that was so different.. flesh, stigma, lips.. the absence was something inside..Human women were defiant in the way that demon women did not falter.. The human women yearn for that kind of power.. that equality.. but its common for females in his world to more dominating than males.. after all.. The great emperor Lucifer herself could agree.
But had transcended beyond the curse of dying angels.. he had broken the cycle of ritual and prayer.. He was learning to read english words.. and not just by reading someones mind..
He had tried to read everything.. but humans.. they littered this tiny world.. he couldnt get away from them.. It seemed whenever he found something to read in this world there were.. so many distractions..
Height: 6'3
Weight: 205 lbs
This world was different than the one he knew.. and he had come here through a cataclysm.. pure unbridled violence.. and of course; revelation.. The Overseers, the Archons, they had not intended for such daemons to walk amidst the living and yet.. here he was.. unbound, and unbroken..
Oathbreaker.. that was his name on Earth.. in English, his Hirudinean name was Nocturne Oathbreaker.. but what was a name but a collection titles.. passed from father to mother and etched upon stones. To Nocturne, names were as good as graves..
He had come to Earth following a certain system.. but the more he was utilized.. the more that system became broken and now, the brute was at a crossroads. How would he know himself if he did not try to go all the way? Most humans were feeble, filthy.. he had not discovered anyone pure.. though he saw flickers of this amidst the infants, the children.. Yes, he was not attacking children.. and there was something about the women of this world that were different than the females of his own world.. and not just the shapes of their forms here..
As nonseraphic and ouroboric these carbon based anatomies were, it was not the shape of them that was so different.. flesh, stigma, lips.. the absence was something inside..Human women were defiant in the way that demon women did not falter.. The human women yearn for that kind of power.. that equality.. but its common for females in his world to more dominating than males.. after all.. The great emperor Lucifer herself could agree.
But had transcended beyond the curse of dying angels.. he had broken the cycle of ritual and prayer.. He was learning to read english words.. and not just by reading someones mind..
He had tried to read everything.. but humans.. they littered this tiny world.. he couldnt get away from them.. It seemed whenever he found something to read in this world there were.. so many distractions..
F I N A L F A N T A S Y VII a d v e n t c h i l
Darkness.. all was darkness at the sight.. but memory did exist.. as little subjective flashes between the harmony of vibrations and wavelengths here in this existence.. He could remember the day he abandoned his training pistol and rapier for his signature look.The long black military style long coat with his silver pauldrons.There was an emptiness there then.. and the only time he could remember having any feeling other than emptiness was when he was in Nibelheim figuring out that his mother; Jenova was one of the Cetra that Dr Gast mentioned.. that his whole life was some sort of military operation performed by a mad scientist..
The madness was contagious perhaps.. However potent..
He had encountered an entity in this darkness.. and this dimension had not become flooded with new vibrations, when the lifestream had not become filled with the sounds of the Gaia populace.. he supposed that one of the three things had happened.. That The Meteor had been destroyed.. Or it had hit and the humans had escaped..or the most likely.. the Ancient.. the last of them, she had cast some sort of magic from the lifestream..
Casting any sort of veil or variant;from the lifestream...
How brilliant.. he had never thought of it before...As a bodiless sleeper amidst the others, he learned the true appreciations of such. And so much of this while he was dwelling as his mothers pawn.. her puppet.. Sephiroth understood more.. Mothers.. they could be like this.. but he was starting to break away.. as growing young men had..
Here in the this darkness,This entity seemed adamant about this impulse..That was when he made out her face.. Auburn hair.. rosy red cheeks.. Gainsborough..
"Listen to me! I forgive you.. but if you go back theres no telling what could happen to you.. I think youre starting to like giving Jenova control, Sephiroth.. I think you like it when she sucks the beauty out of everything.. I think you like being numb because then you dont have to feel anything!"She had said and there was an impulse in him to run..
Away from the brilliance to that glory he had for so long.. There was a pressure and a light and that conversation.. her pleading became like a dream as he drew his Masamune for the first time in over a year.The silverhaired; mako eyed gentleman felt a weight pressing against him.. an annoying pressure.. like a little brother trying to force a door.Sharp neon-hazel eyes scan across his parrying impact.
"Cloud."Sephiroth noted..Still he was waking from this dream.. but then, a realization.. So.. this was casting from beyond the lifestream.
So it worked...
He whipped his wrist back and Cloud had not anticipated that kind of strength.. being hurled back off of the rafter Sephiroth followed with a cross slash technique as he gracefully soared to the higher point of the building.
He looks down at them.. the sea of faces..
Edge..the city.. it looked better than the last time he was here.. Funny how you could kill one crooked leader and everything seemed so much greener.He wondered briefly if they'd cleaned up Midgar, that thought was fleeting.Here in Edge,There were children.. young and some teenagers..All watching Avalanche..and who else.. and then he felt it.. It was familiar to him.. Like the tune of a familiar song.. something that inspired rebellion and movement.He whipped his head towards Kadaj, who was standing with others."...It worked.. Our brother is.. he is.."Kadaj spat from below.. Sephiroth hadnt heard his voice but the silver haired SOLDIER had read his lips.With his free hand he had cast a regen spell on Kadaj and with the other he had managed to stuff another offense by the ever persistent Cloud Strife who seemed to do twice the work to keep up with the swift mannerisms of the 68 inch Masamune.
"Oh, Cloud.. youre still at it with this..folly.. You were much stronger.. in my memory.."Sephiroth taunted calmly as Cloud reared for another angle but Sephiroth broke from his form to close in on this particular movement and he had cut hard at right arm.This seemed to call attention from below.. Cid vaulting upright and Vincent seeming to appear out of nowhere,that three chambered revolver drawn to kill.. 6 shots....His blade caught one and Sephiroth seemed to readjust himself on a whim to avoid the other shots..Now Sephiroth was moving much faster.A step backward from Cid smacking that rod before him and he barely has to tilt his sword to deflect Vincents final shots.He keeps Vincent guessing as he uses Cids lack of mobility due to the size of his weapon as well as Clouds to trap them.This results in Cid rushing forth and Sephiroth side stepping him on the catwalk forcing Vincent to transform into Chaos and go after him.Sephiroth walks to an injured Cloud.Sephiroth didnt want to fight.. right now..
Right now.. he had to prove Aerith wrong..
"Shall I grant you.. despair?"Sephiroth asked and he did something brutal then.Jamming his blade into Clouds chest just as Cloud had jammed this very same blade unto his chest years ago.Expressionless as he picks the blonde up like a meatball on a kabob and whips him down to the ground like nothing.
"Its a pity I know you will survive.."Sephiroth said using the chaos to break from the party.He began to wander the streets of Midgar.
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He spotted the party there at the centre, the rafters had forged a path, a man of his speed and agility had no troubles finding the way.. The untrained eye wouldnt catch anything but the crimson kiss of his cowl.He met Yuffie's eyes and the teenager was in his face.
"You werent even TRYING to shoot him once during that fight." The girl complained.Vincent just stared at Yuffie, she always seemed to get this way after a big battle.So worked up and for what? He showed no emotion and he looked to Cloud who was being healed up by Tifa.
That voice.. in his head.. Lucretia.. What was she saying?
"Now.. you begin yours..."Vincent heard his goddess say to him underneath the waves.. Maybe this was how he got.. just like Yuffie in a way.. He sat in silence before Yuffie followed him over,"Now we have Sephiroth on the loose again and its only a matter of time before he summons a giant meteor or lord knows what he'll do.. and all because you did NOTHING."Yuffie nagged.
"I fired 6 rounds.. The first was too low.. purposely.. I forced him to give up little of his position but it was just enough to keep him from lunging forth and taking me out.. The next was higher.. should have been a direct hit but he parried with that blade.. he deflected the next four and Cloud got the worst of the very last shot.. We need to find out where he is headed.."Vincent started to say but he stopped when he noticed a familiar silhouette followed by two others there in the alleyway.
"He's severed himself from Mother and Father.. now he seeks to destroy them both.. with or without you.."The silver haired Kadaj spoke.Now, Cloud with a bullet still in his arm was on his feet.Sword in hand."Oh, Cloud.. Dont you see.. we were wrong.. we were all wrong!" Kadaj said with a bit of emotion, the brothers seemed disheartened by this.Before they could turn away, Yuffie piped up."You pipsqueaks better get out of here before you get a taste of the real thing!"She threatened in a snarl.
Vincent just stared.. They had broken off into groups that night.. Yuffie, Vincent and Cid headed back to Wutai to gather resources and regroup with Reeve. It was 3 days later that the media took hold of it;
"REPORTS ARE CALLING IT A MONSTROSITY- MAN, MACHINE OR MENACE? NOW THE QUESTION ON EVERYONES MIND... HAS SEPHIROTH THE GREAT RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE AND WHOSE SIDE IS HE ON NOW?- - TONIGHT AT 7; SHINRA, SECRETS, THE LIES..."
"Turn it off.."Cid muttered,"Christ, cant hear myself think with all those bozos naggering on.."He mused.Vincent seemed to watch.. The footage, it was of Sephiroth combatting something.. a sort of machine with the face of a man.. that man.. he knew that face.
HOJO. Wait but how? And why? It was three days after Sephiroths resurrection that Vincent had discovered that Hojos mind was still alive and in some sort of computer network.It was the next day that Yuffie and Vincent began tracking down all of his old facilities and raiding them.. Sometimes they'd lead a team of a dozen or so Wutainese soldiers but for the most part, Yuffie and Vincent were the operatives.. and though Vince hated to work with the girl he had to admit, she sure could move. She was blossoming into a true ninja.. however not a very knowledgable one.
It was in the first lab they decided their ultimate plan.. but by the third or fourth they ran into some... Issues.
Prisoners, half starved and some that hadnt made it, test subjects and highly advanced systems.. It would take Vincent a bit longer to crack into this mainframe so they could even travel this place.. Damnit.. the guilt.. if his heart were still beating, hed feel it there.. Hojo, you cruel bastard.. Vincent felt he needed to set these prisoners free.. however, as they began to crack into the mainframe a strange blue light began to flash.Thats when Yuffie perked up saying,"Oh, Great Vince.. now Soldiers are coming straight from a base to check on their land! Vincent checked the radar.. two gunships.. it had to be at least 18 soldiers coming in armed.. Damn, he should have brought just one more person along.. then they could help these people!
The madness was contagious perhaps.. However potent..
He had encountered an entity in this darkness.. and this dimension had not become flooded with new vibrations, when the lifestream had not become filled with the sounds of the Gaia populace.. he supposed that one of the three things had happened.. That The Meteor had been destroyed.. Or it had hit and the humans had escaped..or the most likely.. the Ancient.. the last of them, she had cast some sort of magic from the lifestream..
Casting any sort of veil or variant;from the lifestream...
How brilliant.. he had never thought of it before...As a bodiless sleeper amidst the others, he learned the true appreciations of such. And so much of this while he was dwelling as his mothers pawn.. her puppet.. Sephiroth understood more.. Mothers.. they could be like this.. but he was starting to break away.. as growing young men had..
Here in the this darkness,This entity seemed adamant about this impulse..That was when he made out her face.. Auburn hair.. rosy red cheeks.. Gainsborough..
"Listen to me! I forgive you.. but if you go back theres no telling what could happen to you.. I think youre starting to like giving Jenova control, Sephiroth.. I think you like it when she sucks the beauty out of everything.. I think you like being numb because then you dont have to feel anything!"She had said and there was an impulse in him to run..
Away from the brilliance to that glory he had for so long.. There was a pressure and a light and that conversation.. her pleading became like a dream as he drew his Masamune for the first time in over a year.The silverhaired; mako eyed gentleman felt a weight pressing against him.. an annoying pressure.. like a little brother trying to force a door.Sharp neon-hazel eyes scan across his parrying impact.
"Cloud."Sephiroth noted..Still he was waking from this dream.. but then, a realization.. So.. this was casting from beyond the lifestream.
So it worked...
He whipped his wrist back and Cloud had not anticipated that kind of strength.. being hurled back off of the rafter Sephiroth followed with a cross slash technique as he gracefully soared to the higher point of the building.
He looks down at them.. the sea of faces..
Edge..the city.. it looked better than the last time he was here.. Funny how you could kill one crooked leader and everything seemed so much greener.He wondered briefly if they'd cleaned up Midgar, that thought was fleeting.Here in Edge,There were children.. young and some teenagers..All watching Avalanche..and who else.. and then he felt it.. It was familiar to him.. Like the tune of a familiar song.. something that inspired rebellion and movement.He whipped his head towards Kadaj, who was standing with others."...It worked.. Our brother is.. he is.."Kadaj spat from below.. Sephiroth hadnt heard his voice but the silver haired SOLDIER had read his lips.With his free hand he had cast a regen spell on Kadaj and with the other he had managed to stuff another offense by the ever persistent Cloud Strife who seemed to do twice the work to keep up with the swift mannerisms of the 68 inch Masamune.
"Oh, Cloud.. youre still at it with this..folly.. You were much stronger.. in my memory.."Sephiroth taunted calmly as Cloud reared for another angle but Sephiroth broke from his form to close in on this particular movement and he had cut hard at right arm.This seemed to call attention from below.. Cid vaulting upright and Vincent seeming to appear out of nowhere,that three chambered revolver drawn to kill.. 6 shots....His blade caught one and Sephiroth seemed to readjust himself on a whim to avoid the other shots..Now Sephiroth was moving much faster.A step backward from Cid smacking that rod before him and he barely has to tilt his sword to deflect Vincents final shots.He keeps Vincent guessing as he uses Cids lack of mobility due to the size of his weapon as well as Clouds to trap them.This results in Cid rushing forth and Sephiroth side stepping him on the catwalk forcing Vincent to transform into Chaos and go after him.Sephiroth walks to an injured Cloud.Sephiroth didnt want to fight.. right now..
Right now.. he had to prove Aerith wrong..
"Shall I grant you.. despair?"Sephiroth asked and he did something brutal then.Jamming his blade into Clouds chest just as Cloud had jammed this very same blade unto his chest years ago.Expressionless as he picks the blonde up like a meatball on a kabob and whips him down to the ground like nothing.
"Its a pity I know you will survive.."Sephiroth said using the chaos to break from the party.He began to wander the streets of Midgar.
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He spotted the party there at the centre, the rafters had forged a path, a man of his speed and agility had no troubles finding the way.. The untrained eye wouldnt catch anything but the crimson kiss of his cowl.He met Yuffie's eyes and the teenager was in his face.
"You werent even TRYING to shoot him once during that fight." The girl complained.Vincent just stared at Yuffie, she always seemed to get this way after a big battle.So worked up and for what? He showed no emotion and he looked to Cloud who was being healed up by Tifa.
That voice.. in his head.. Lucretia.. What was she saying?
"Now.. you begin yours..."Vincent heard his goddess say to him underneath the waves.. Maybe this was how he got.. just like Yuffie in a way.. He sat in silence before Yuffie followed him over,"Now we have Sephiroth on the loose again and its only a matter of time before he summons a giant meteor or lord knows what he'll do.. and all because you did NOTHING."Yuffie nagged.
"I fired 6 rounds.. The first was too low.. purposely.. I forced him to give up little of his position but it was just enough to keep him from lunging forth and taking me out.. The next was higher.. should have been a direct hit but he parried with that blade.. he deflected the next four and Cloud got the worst of the very last shot.. We need to find out where he is headed.."Vincent started to say but he stopped when he noticed a familiar silhouette followed by two others there in the alleyway.
"He's severed himself from Mother and Father.. now he seeks to destroy them both.. with or without you.."The silver haired Kadaj spoke.Now, Cloud with a bullet still in his arm was on his feet.Sword in hand."Oh, Cloud.. Dont you see.. we were wrong.. we were all wrong!" Kadaj said with a bit of emotion, the brothers seemed disheartened by this.Before they could turn away, Yuffie piped up."You pipsqueaks better get out of here before you get a taste of the real thing!"She threatened in a snarl.
Vincent just stared.. They had broken off into groups that night.. Yuffie, Vincent and Cid headed back to Wutai to gather resources and regroup with Reeve. It was 3 days later that the media took hold of it;
"REPORTS ARE CALLING IT A MONSTROSITY- MAN, MACHINE OR MENACE? NOW THE QUESTION ON EVERYONES MIND... HAS SEPHIROTH THE GREAT RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE AND WHOSE SIDE IS HE ON NOW?- - TONIGHT AT 7; SHINRA, SECRETS, THE LIES..."
"Turn it off.."Cid muttered,"Christ, cant hear myself think with all those bozos naggering on.."He mused.Vincent seemed to watch.. The footage, it was of Sephiroth combatting something.. a sort of machine with the face of a man.. that man.. he knew that face.
HOJO. Wait but how? And why? It was three days after Sephiroths resurrection that Vincent had discovered that Hojos mind was still alive and in some sort of computer network.It was the next day that Yuffie and Vincent began tracking down all of his old facilities and raiding them.. Sometimes they'd lead a team of a dozen or so Wutainese soldiers but for the most part, Yuffie and Vincent were the operatives.. and though Vince hated to work with the girl he had to admit, she sure could move. She was blossoming into a true ninja.. however not a very knowledgable one.
It was in the first lab they decided their ultimate plan.. but by the third or fourth they ran into some... Issues.
Prisoners, half starved and some that hadnt made it, test subjects and highly advanced systems.. It would take Vincent a bit longer to crack into this mainframe so they could even travel this place.. Damnit.. the guilt.. if his heart were still beating, hed feel it there.. Hojo, you cruel bastard.. Vincent felt he needed to set these prisoners free.. however, as they began to crack into the mainframe a strange blue light began to flash.Thats when Yuffie perked up saying,"Oh, Great Vince.. now Soldiers are coming straight from a base to check on their land! Vincent checked the radar.. two gunships.. it had to be at least 18 soldiers coming in armed.. Damn, he should have brought just one more person along.. then they could help these people!
Spider-man (Spiderverse RP)
His eyes were laid on the stone.. In Pete's head he was like his own version of Doctor Who, a walking ghost of his own universe.. His eyes were laid heavy with an intense stare.. losing that shine.. It was easy to get lost in the mask.. he thought of the others.. a way to contact the other universes.. maybe there was still some sense of purpose out there for him. He was reading a lot of things about eastern healing and philosophy.. It had occurred to the web-head one Saturday afternoon in his new apartment that he had never really formally learned martial arts..
Maybe if he had buckled down, actually did the training involved in the suit, Maybe May would still be here. His eyes fall on her grave. He wont let her down.. He will always remember. He had nearly given up again.. trying to better himself.. He had met a criminal called Black Mask and that organization Mask worked with, The Hand? It had nearly brought him to his knees...
But that was when he met Danny Rand.. and between him and the way Murdoch his EX-lawyer could box. Murdoch.. he was really something.. With moves like a ninja.. it was hard to tell if he was really blind.. the real question was did the daredevil have eyes in the back of his head.. Murdoch couldnt remember Peter but they had crossed paths again.. naturally.. Maybe it was loneliness that had Peter blurting it out.. he recognized him. Even with that mask on..
Spiders near 360 degree eyesight helped them to spot and hunt.. in their world this is a huge advantage.. And a precursor to one of their greatest nemesis in the same mechanic..
"Neighborhood friendly.."he said as he stood up and he embraced the autumn air.It was the night before halloween and trick or treat was in full swing.Midtown was busy enough to swing through on a patrol.He's struggling to focus, to stay on task.He's been hurting for so long that its changing him.. He pulled the Mask on and up he went..
Swinging westward into the sunset was relaxing in the suit.. but Nights were rough.. So rough that he hadnt accounted for the silence. He had usually swung past his apartment and took the mask off in Bandits Leg, or at least thats what they called that particular alleyway.. something about gangsters in the 20s.. Peter thought it was kind of whacky.. Naming an alleyway something like that.. But Frank Castle had assured him its because back in the 20s the Police had cornered a gang of bandits and fired at them but the leader only got hit in his leg.
Still kind of dumb. It felt like even the criminals had more hope than Peter was having these days. But he commits to a patrol that is otherwise quiet.. A few high fives here. The usual number of selfies for those who had seen him in the media in the last 6 months and decided they were fans of the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
The webhead had let himself down.. he let them all down.. he should have went to trial.. And now that he hadnt he had options.. to be like Daredevil or to become like Frank.. and both options.. both versions of Justice terrified him.. He wished he could talk to the other Peters.. they had been a hell of a team out there.. But he couldnt just call on the Avengers anymore.. and it was hard to say what anyone was really doing anymore.. Captain America was gone and now the Falcon was taking on that mantle.. And that was probably the simplest one to explain.. all the others.. they were out there.. but they didnt know Peter.. They didnt know Spiderman..
There were points he realizes.. that they had all forgotten.. hard points of Grief their beloved Tony Stark would have loved to remain forgotten.. And he wouldn't let May down.. he had to take the responsibility.. but the silence.. these last few weeks he's had bad habits.. He does not realize someone very close to him watches him turn on stealth mode and very deliberately swing onto his balcony. It was common to see Spiderman's webs around the city at times.. it only lasted about two hours.. but..
He removed his mask and does not realize the curtain is open. He shuts the drapes and runs over to his laptop. Did the schematics upload? Had the program done its work?
Maybe if he had buckled down, actually did the training involved in the suit, Maybe May would still be here. His eyes fall on her grave. He wont let her down.. He will always remember. He had nearly given up again.. trying to better himself.. He had met a criminal called Black Mask and that organization Mask worked with, The Hand? It had nearly brought him to his knees...
But that was when he met Danny Rand.. and between him and the way Murdoch his EX-lawyer could box. Murdoch.. he was really something.. With moves like a ninja.. it was hard to tell if he was really blind.. the real question was did the daredevil have eyes in the back of his head.. Murdoch couldnt remember Peter but they had crossed paths again.. naturally.. Maybe it was loneliness that had Peter blurting it out.. he recognized him. Even with that mask on..
Spiders near 360 degree eyesight helped them to spot and hunt.. in their world this is a huge advantage.. And a precursor to one of their greatest nemesis in the same mechanic..
"Neighborhood friendly.."he said as he stood up and he embraced the autumn air.It was the night before halloween and trick or treat was in full swing.Midtown was busy enough to swing through on a patrol.He's struggling to focus, to stay on task.He's been hurting for so long that its changing him.. He pulled the Mask on and up he went..
Swinging westward into the sunset was relaxing in the suit.. but Nights were rough.. So rough that he hadnt accounted for the silence. He had usually swung past his apartment and took the mask off in Bandits Leg, or at least thats what they called that particular alleyway.. something about gangsters in the 20s.. Peter thought it was kind of whacky.. Naming an alleyway something like that.. But Frank Castle had assured him its because back in the 20s the Police had cornered a gang of bandits and fired at them but the leader only got hit in his leg.
Still kind of dumb. It felt like even the criminals had more hope than Peter was having these days. But he commits to a patrol that is otherwise quiet.. A few high fives here. The usual number of selfies for those who had seen him in the media in the last 6 months and decided they were fans of the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
The webhead had let himself down.. he let them all down.. he should have went to trial.. And now that he hadnt he had options.. to be like Daredevil or to become like Frank.. and both options.. both versions of Justice terrified him.. He wished he could talk to the other Peters.. they had been a hell of a team out there.. But he couldnt just call on the Avengers anymore.. and it was hard to say what anyone was really doing anymore.. Captain America was gone and now the Falcon was taking on that mantle.. And that was probably the simplest one to explain.. all the others.. they were out there.. but they didnt know Peter.. They didnt know Spiderman..
There were points he realizes.. that they had all forgotten.. hard points of Grief their beloved Tony Stark would have loved to remain forgotten.. And he wouldn't let May down.. he had to take the responsibility.. but the silence.. these last few weeks he's had bad habits.. He does not realize someone very close to him watches him turn on stealth mode and very deliberately swing onto his balcony. It was common to see Spiderman's webs around the city at times.. it only lasted about two hours.. but..
He removed his mask and does not realize the curtain is open. He shuts the drapes and runs over to his laptop. Did the schematics upload? Had the program done its work?
Dragonball Z (Canon or AU)
Eyes shoot open and he is awake.. Gods only knew what time they finally fell asleep.. He turned and he knew she wasnt there.. Always with an early start.. especially with their boy.. Little Trunks..He was typically up with an early start each and everyday.Being about a year old now, Vegeta could see it.. Something he had never felt before.His legacy before his eyes.The boy, he was extremely perceptive.. Watching Vegeta the Third often like a bird of prey..
It was one of the reasons their argument last night was so strained.. He didnt want to awaken Baby Trunks over such a simple matter. And truly, this was absurd. What place did she have upon the battlefield.It was not a place for a thinker.. a scientist.. and certainly not for their boy! But Bulma insisted! Madness! It unnerved him to the point that he was nearly shouting with his whispers!
"DAMN YOU, WOMAN! DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE THERE WILL BE A PEACEFUL PLACE FOR YOU TO CHANGE THE CHILD WHILE WE ARE COMBATTING THESE.. MACHINES!? YOU HEARD THE WARNING OF THAT SAIYAN.. THEY PRACTICALLY DOMINATE THE WORLD HE COMES FROM AND YOU THINK IT IS SAFE FOR THE BABY OR YOURSELF TO BE THEIR? YOUVE NEVER HAD SUCH AN INCREDIBLY STUPID IDEA PERHAPS UNLESS IT IS IN BELIEVING THAT WEAKLING YAMCHA TO REMAIN FAITHFUL TO YOU!" That had started their little spat. Yes, he had crossed a line while making that point.. and somehow.. he wasnt sure if he had gotten through to her at all. This enigma, this blunette, his voluptuous and ravishing companion had a certain way of setting him off. She practically toyed with him at times..
This morning.. he had to reiterate that point.. to make himself clear. She mustnt go there to Amenbo Island..She would be more useful here in her laboratory where she seemed to be any other day. Working on a new invention and minding the boy..For what blasted reason did she truly have to want a front row seat to the carnage? Maybe she liked the violence.. He had reminded her of the tension they felt upon Namek.. He reminded her that she nearly died on Namek and that he actually had died facing off against that Tyrant Arcosian Warlord..If she died, who was going to upgrade and patch the Dragon Radar should it get broken or act buggy.. who was going to soothe the boy when he needed comforting.. Vegeta was no good at these parts.. He tried.. yes, he tried.. but he didnt have the heart for it.. No..
Changing Trunks Diaper was practically an operation in itself.. And burping him, nervewracking.. He had to demonstrate a kind of control that was uncanny to be so gentle with the boy.. He could be rougher with Bulma.. and still.. at times.. it was futile.
He stood, stretched and got dressed in a pair of shorts.Before he could finish his last day of training he would need to find her and make sure they were clear on that. She would stay here in West City.. far from the danger.. and when he came back, they would do something nice.. eat a delicious meal..Hold eachother close and perhaps even watch one of their Movie Films.. perhaps he would dance with her.. he could do these things with her.. yes, he had learned to be patient with her slowly.. and he was willing to try these things.. He had admitted it last night in a bit of dismay; Vegeta, as much as he had been through, as much pain he had endured; he couldnt stand the thought of losing her.. and the boy?!
Madness...
He pulled on a Black T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes after he put on socks, walking out of the bedroom and to the front door of their home which lead directly to the busy hallways of Capsule Corp.His arms casually crossed over his chest.He listened, waited to hear the sound of her voice.. Although he had a feeling he knew where she was.
Elsewhere the Great Doctor sat in silence.. Maki could still feel human emotion though his body was 90% cybernetic.The hard part was over.. He had successfully implanted his brain into this superior body and had since implemented 4 different blueprints.Weapons, each with the same intention.He didnt expect praises and yet, strangely.. despite his track record and former exploits, he didnt want a pat on the back for what he had done.He currently couldnt decide which of his models was most ingenius... Should he activate Protocol 13? No.. perhaps this was too much raw power to dole out.. After all, he was merely wrapping up the final drafts and binaries to Project Cell.That was simply in case things went awry..He hadnt even considered Protocol Beta..
Though he was a madman of sorts, the Great Doctor;Maki Gero had a heart,not physiologically of course but in the way that he felt emotion still. And it pained him to see 16.. He was a perfect copy of his son, a direct match physically although enhanced..The programming was nothing like his boy and his Goddess.. she would certainly not approve if she were alive today.He was a true android; 16, and yet.. his friends, Lapis and Lazuli..they were merely cyborgs.. Beta's he had incorporated into his ultimate creation; Project Cell..Beta's he had struggled with controlling.. It seems they had a bit of their memories intact despite the hours of somatic conditioning meant to wipe those memories away.. It was for this reason for this fatal flaw in Protocol Beta that Maki Gero decided he would implement Protocol 19 for his scourge against Son Goku..
Made exclusively from syntheic materials, 19 was a reminder of the force Maki had been as a man.A reminder of how he had forced his enemies to kneel and a reminder of how he would return to such glories.. After all, Android 19 was compliant and his aid in moving Maki's brain unto this cybernetic body was proof of his efficiency.So, at lightning speed; he finished the coding and programming of Project Cell.Any moment now he would be finished and by the hour that information would be downloaded.. He would see the process begin in the Artificial gestation start before the Great Doctor made his quest..
Meanwhile, on the Southern Reaches of the Globe, Roshi slept soundly.. that was until he felt it.. Christ.Gods and Kami aligned, was it that day already?! Were the androids here?! He nearly jumped out of bed, the Lewd Magazine falling from his face as he looked up from the Sofa to see the small bald headed monk there on the beach.. Turtle just 6 meters or so behind him.. Muten Roshi felt that power travel further and further before blending with the sea.. The old man adjusted his glasses.. It must have been 3 years ago he scolded Krillin.. warning the monk that this direction.. directly by the window was the only direction safe for him to do his blast training in.. It was true there were islands scattered all about.. but before Roshi's window.. there were no lands for miles..just infinite sea..
He walked outside and he could practically feel, Krillin moping.. He had nearly given up on himself since things with that Maron fell through and yet.. here he was.. 3 years later and he had grown."I guess thats about it, Master Roshi.. I mean.. That kid, he said those androids are going to show any day now.. and they are going to probably wipe the floor with me.. But at least I'll go down swinging!"Krillin said and Roshi felt that presence again.. This was something he felt years ago that was even more prominent.
"Krillin, My boy.. I should have told you years ago.. I have lived for so damned long now.. but the fact remains the same.. You and Goku are my best students.." He started,"Though Goku may have the power of a wild beast.. you have the integrity of that same animal.. its these guts that keep pushing you along.. past your natural limits.. I dont think you'll ever surpass Goku.. but youve already got the will to do just about anything in this world that you want.."Roshi said."Come inside.. I still got some onigiri and soup.. we ought to enjoy a meal and rest before this whole thing gets started.. dont you think?"
"Mmn.."Turtle seemed to agree.But Krillin turned and Roshi could see it in his eyes.The Turtle hermit was old but he still had quick eyes."Damnit, Boy.. stop thinking about that damned woman and just accept the damned compliment!"Roshi ripped into him and Krillin shuddered."Uhhh.."The monk fidgets."Yes.. Master!"Krillin swallowed.
Elswhere.. Gohan finished the last of his equations before closing his Math Book. This had become his routine.He was getting up, 3 hours earlier than his mother just to finish his studies early and have enough time to train with his father.In the morning, he had chores and he often aided Chichi anyways.. He knew how to sew, cook, as well as write complex mathematic formulas.. All because his father liked to sleep in till about Noon and didnt start training until after Lunch just about everyday.
The pre-teen looked to the calendar.. Just three more days until those Androids were supposed to attack. Gohan felt a certain anxiety about this.. He had so many curiosities.. Would they be right on time? Or would there be some sort of variation on this? He sighed and suddenly wished he had brushed up on his Quantum Mechanics a bit more over the past three years.He walked with his homework in hand and went to find Chichi, spotting her in the kitchen he spoke up."Ive finished with todays lesson, Mom.. do you want me to help you with Lunch so we can look it over together?" He asked politely. the young student had to be on his best behavior..He often felt like he was tiptoeing for the privIlege to train with his father.. though, neither Goku nor Gohan had the guts to really tell Chichi that what they were doing on their trips to the city was training to prevent another apocalypse..
Goku remained in bed.. sleeping only in his boxers, he snored loud and viciously..practically drooling on himself as he lie there on his back..