Comics by Shaenon II

Ariel smirked for just a fraction of a second. Ayame, with her seated on his shoulder, didn't notice.

"My daddy's on the Neverborn space station thing! We have to go rescue him!"
She was still doing the 'cutesy little girl' impression. Zanshitai raised a hand, turning a chuckle into a cough.
She held out one of the by-now familiar portal spawners.
"I found this... I think it'll get us there. Come on, let's go!"
The look on Ayame's face brooked no objection.

Holding the spawner in one hand, she held out her other hand to Saya and Zanshitai, who took it. It was hard to see, but Saya rolled his eyes just before he grabbed on.

Then, the four vanished in a whirl of black bubbles.

~Crash~

So this wasn't supposed to be happening... that meant it would probably cause The End of The World, if he guessed right. Well, that wasn't a problem- Flux would deal with it...

Oh, wait. Flux was missing. Hmmm... Ok, who else- ah, Andrew Tinker. Not too difficult to track...

Huh? He wasn't around? Then where-

A quick moment to review the records- oh, he was gone... along with Commander Primary, Chimera, Emily Viktor, Wallace Caine- wow, big group- and... Claire and her boss? Weird...

A quick contact with Burn, and CPCT474 flitted into the lair of the Tinker Twins and landed on whatever it was everyone had used to get to wherever they went. Crash just hoped Rolf wouldn't try to eat it or something... Burn would be cross with him if that happened.

"That sounds like the sort of thing Commander Primary would deal with... you want to go find him? I'm trying to figure out where he went right now." Another message from Burn... "Oh, apparently he already went to deal with it. And we're supposed to check crazy people for red objects." Burn sounded busy... she normally explained more than that. "You want me to do something, or do you think Commander Primary can handle it? I'm having some trouble figuring out exactly what's going on at the moment..."

-Teh Steve-

Steve frowned, crossing his arms and sitting down. The small part of him that was never asleep noted that he had begun to affect human gestures even in times of stress- that was new. In the... last fifty years? Or so? Ehh, he was still bad with 'time'.

"The Boss is on it, I think. If a bunch of Knights are missing, and there is a Dragon, we can assume their out trying to fight the dragon. Such is the case here. My view was a little big to catch the details... but there is more Chaos in these worlds than usual. The Steve would surmise the 'Red Things' could be chaos, made solid. Chaos is usually Red. It's a prismatic rule." he said, standing up and walking over to an observational screen. He called up the cameras in the upper floors- seemed like everyone was still running around. Problem was, that was pretty normal... except usually by now, wouldn't they have started trying to connect back to Earth?

And their costumry was more elaborate than usual They were split into teams, based on color? Blue... versus Red.
Son of a Goat.

"Ooookay. The Steve is thinking we try and get to Harp and Wicket, and see what they can do for us. This much Chaos can't be good for... hey, those guns are neat."

-Saya and Company-
Sayasuke covertly grabbed on to Tsubaki before they stepped though the portal, making sure to drag her along with them. He needed at least *one* level he- ... Sensib-.... intelligent person with him for this level of madness.

"<Ayame! Please, please tell me you know you are dead.>" he hissed, shielding his eyes from teh harsh glare of the portal- he diddn't know if it was the same for everyone, but to him they glowed like *suns*. Very, very annoying.

"<Well, of course. But i was just thinking to mysefl how much I hoped you were doing well, and a suddenly I was here! It must have been good fortune.>"

~Crash~

He pulled a spare watch out of his pocket and put it on, his appearance suddenly changing to that of a fully human Claire. "Wait, that's not right..." Claire's voice sounded strange coming out of him. He took the watch off and started to reprogram it. It *was* too small, even for Claire. Itchy.

After a few moments, he put the watch back on, his outfit and appearance changing to that of the Blue Spy. "Think this will be helpful? I put in all the red costumes so whoever wears it can change easily..."

He sighed inwardly. He should've stolen Claire's other watch, too. It's not like she ever wore it.

"Or do Mister Harp and Mister Wicket work downstairs? I guess I haven't looked around a lot..."


~Boxxy~

Well, this was straightforward enough. The Red Spy, to all outward appearances the Blue Sniper, walked down one of the corridors. It was nice everything was conforming to reasonable rules for once- it made him feel more comfortable. Sure, he'd made a few modifications so he didn't mind the other stuff so much, but this was pretty much what he had been built to do...

"Oh my god, it's a giant rock!" Dan screams fearfully, clinging to his seat for dear life.

"Oh my god, it's a giant rock!" Amino exclaims excitedly, leaning out of the hovercar to get a better look.

The large boulder grows closer and closer to the hovercar, having been perfectly aimed for a direct hit. Time almost seems to slow down as the boulder continues its path, just a foot away from the hovercar and its unfortunate occupants...only to fly completely over their heads as Ingrid skillfully dives the hovercar down.

There is silence in the hovercar for a few seconds. "Well, geez, Ingrid," Amino finally speaks up, "Talk about anticlimactic! You didn't even say anything about taking evasive action or to never tell you the odds or anything!"

"You don't pay me to keep you entertained, ma'am," Ingrid replies evenly, "You pay me to keep you alive."

Amino looks confused. "I pay you?!"

"Well, no," Ingrid concedes, "But you've got to admit, that sounded way cool."

"That is true."

"Which reminds me, ma'am, we really need to talk sometime about my salary."

Dan sits silently, still too shocked by the situation to say a word.

The boulder ended up demolishing an unfortunately placed hot dog stand, but that's not important right now.

-Andrew-

David was in Danger.
David asked for his help.
There was a Little Girl (potentially?) in Danger.
(Try not to let girls get hurt. Not a misogynistic or even paternal reflex- it was a reflex born of scarcity. There were so few girls ever born any more, they were so precious...
Because of HER it all traced back to HER why even worry about being monsters because SHE already made them this way so long ago...
Her precious little clockwork princes....)

If he moved forward, David would be hurt?
David was already hurt.
He had no guarantee he wouldn't be hurt again if he complied.
David could be killed.
If he walked away, he wouldn't be able to save him no matter what.
If he stayed, he could at least handle the threat head on.

Reality seemed a little on the thin side, but he was not in his Home Universe- which weakened the effectiveness of his Equations. The further away he was, the slower the calculations went- different variables and all. Ah, variables- the Tachyon Storms of physics based linguistic reality manipulation.
And his *other* fallback, Treachery and Deceit wouldn't work. Not enough time, and he doubted his foe was Minion Dumb enough for it to work. He was willing to assume a certain level of 'Genre Savvy' might be a dimensional constants for Richards in general.

So. Not many options left, really.

"...I think not. Wally- get David."
And with that, he let out a roar and leapt at his opponent, tackling him with the intent of smacking his head into the ground. He bared hsi teeth at him-

"Monster, is it? How original! Really, I never heard that one before!"

It would be nice to say that the unicorns charged forward, with Jane riding dramatically atop on.

More accurate, however, would be to say that the unicorns stood ready, letting the dimensional transfer carry them on through hallucinogenic backgrounds, while Jane closed her eyes and held on for dear life.
The transfer appeared to take about 15 minutes, and as it progressed, the backgrounds became weirder and weirder. Jane opened her eyes about 8 minutes in, just long enough to catch a musical number done by a troupe of animal musicians. The tap-dancing octopi were particularly good.

After what felt like way too long, a flickering caught the unicorns' eyes.
"We're almost there!"
"Let's go, Jaaaaane!"

With that, Red and Blue put their feet to the 'ground'... and leaped.

Everything went black for a second-- then they were out, surging forward. It was quite an entrance. The two unicorns hit the ground running, Jane's hair waving dramatically in the nonexistent breeze. Then, both charged straight at the portal.

Thaddeus laid in the inter-dimensional wasteland on the edge of the precipice for a while. Slowly his strength seemed to return. He lifted his head...

...

Instantly his mind was overwhelmed, overloading from trying to view a vast universal concept with a human brain.

It was beautiful. Great spheres crashing into each other throwing off sparks and cascades of colored light. It was heaven. It was hell. It was beyond either. He could only view it in three dimensions...only see a small spectrum of its light...only glimpse a small fraction of its entirety. A man given over to philosophy could have thought about it for years or formed a new religion.

Thaddeus turned his head away wincing. (Note to self: Don't look at that.)

He glanced down at his body noting that only a little of his blood was coming out where the stitches had broken. He pressed his head-OW-a mild concussion at least.

He looked around at everything except for the universes. (Okay inter-dimensional plane equals no medical attention for me...Huh what's this?)

Thad looked at the dust floating above the ground. It sparkled and twisted in the air, Thaddeus' imaginary gravity not effecting it. The brilliant light of the collision intermingled with its flashing and sparkles and made it glow.

Particularly foolish today, Thaddeus touched it. He raked it all into one floating pile. "What do I do with this?"

-Robin Toboz vs. nJanet-

She was laying on the floor, looking up at her two foes. "Hiya hiya! You know, it occurs to me that attacking someone with silly string is probably next to groundhog's day. I mean annoying... of DOOM!" She paused. "That is, unless the silly string I attacked you with-" She pointed at Trabulana, and then for no reason began waving her fingers at her "Was the sacred sleeping silly string of sardonica, from a universe you've never even heard of!" She paused and waited for a moment, as absolutely nothing happened. "...which... apparently it isn't. Rackets. Exploding Rackets! Oh well... I can still do this!" She reached into her labcoat and pulled out... "Mjamnir! The mythical hammer used by JaneTthor the sandwich slayer used in the universe where giant evil food tries to eat people instead of them eating it!" She swung the fruity preserved weapon, slamming into nTrebulana and sticking her to the wall in a thick, impenetrable, sticky layer of mushed strawberry goo.

She turned to nJanet. "Hee. Hee. Hee. Now for you, my dearie... don't be shy, I just want to feed you to a monster that drives people insane just by looking at it. Well, you and your posi-twin you've probably never met. Relax. If you were in my discount boots you'd do the same bling. I mean thing. It's not like anyone's gonna come and help you or anything. There ain't gonna be no silly Big Damn Heroes Moment, and there's no Calvary coming. I mean, heck, we even got parts of the Intern Hive Mind of M wearing Red Sign Items, so the whole hivemind is going crazy and playing Team Fortress Classic while wearing stylish berets! Yeah, you're pretty much alone now." She hefted Mjamnir, readying for another swing...

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-nRichard and David-

He scowled, as his halberd went flying and pierced a metal wall nearby, sticking there rigidly as he pushed up against Andrew. "It doesn't need to be original if it's true." He pushed up on Andrew Tinker, shoving him off of himself and into a wall. "We are Mad Scientists: Monsters and creators of monster. By our very nature we are horrible." He stidestepped another attack by Andrew and smacked him in the head. "Even our genesis validates this... we shatter our sanity, cutting those around us with the shards left in it's wake." he leaped backwards and retrieved his halberd, which shifted and distorted itself into a bo-staff. "Our genetic nature makes us incapable of being anything more than that: Monsters, existing only to bring woe to the world. Even in attempting to heal we must also bring about harm." he swung the staff low, tripping Andrew, and pressing the staff down against his chest to pin him to the ground. "At least I am not hypocritical enough to believe otherwise."

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-Trisha-

She walked along down the chaos-filled highway, sulking. "Stupid supernatural sheath-demon thingy... making me give back stuff I took... why I have half a mind to..." She looked down and noticed something missing from her wrist. "Wait... where'd my portal spawner go? That little girl must have... someone stole from a thief! This is the most ironic thing ever!" She paused, a strange feeling entering the pit of her stomach. "Wait... is this... guilt? Weird... suddenly I actually, like, have a vested interest in seeing this universe, like, NOT get destroyed! Or it might just be gas."

A few moments later, a roguish blur dashed through the city, as Trisha, suddenly switching sides, commits graphically uncensored acts of wanton thievery and starts stealing people's red impliments in a vague attempt to help people notice the real threat they're in of universe collision...

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-Sayasuke and his group-

They appeared in the Neverborn base, in a hallway just in time to see a Walking Portal lumbering on patrol towards where they had just appeared. The portal's eyes flashed in recognition as it waddled forward to try and grab and eat them...

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-The Team from M-

The Walking portal in the stylish hat momentarily stopped trying to grab Xerox at the sudden arrival of Jane and two brightly colored unicorns. Raising one eyebrow, it reached forward to try and grab the red one, and suddenly both of them burst into a purple cloud with large distorted versions of themselves popping out and sinking back in."Hrah?" the portal looked confused as the cloud engulfed it.

As the cloud collapsed back into the two Unicorns and Jane, the portal looked around and realized it was missing something. Sitting on the head of the Blue unicorn was the Portal's stylish hat. As well as it's non-existent kidney. Conveniently and surprisingly enough, the stylish hat above this specific Walking Portal's head had been the very source of it's powers. Or, to express it in rhyme:

There must have been some magic in that stylish hat they stole today
because the moment they took it off his head he began to fade away!

The Walking Portal began to turn translucent, then insubstantial, and then vanished entirely.

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Andrew smiled up at his foe, reaching out to grip his staff. he pushed it up off of his chest slowly, gaining just a little leverage- but not yet making his move.

"Once again. I. Have. Heard It Before." he said quietly, shoving the staff up enough to push past and slam his fist into nRichard chin, sending him backwards so that Andrew could stand again. He took off his coat and threw it aside, covertly palming something from an inner pocket as he did so- just in case...

"How dare you put yourself at my level! Whatever your reasoning may be, your conclusions are flawed." he jumped over another attempt to trip him, turning in a manner that ended with him behind Richard, smacking him in the back of the head.

"I am Tinker, born of Viktor, Born of Sturmvoraus! Do you even know what that Means?! " he demanded, smiling grimly as Richard turned to face him- his metal hand shot out, and grabbed him by the collar (or otherwise applicable clothing on the torso).

"It means I am the Tinker Project, A Jagermonster, and Hers. It means I and mine are the final product of the work of the FINEST Insane Minds of the last ten centuries! It means I was made to be A Hero a Weapon, and a Tool." he drew closer to him, until they were eye to eye.

"It means That I am the Superior monster. And yet I am still better than you." The Vines which had been meant to weaken him had only tempered his resolve, in who he was and what he did. It diddn't matter if this was hopeless, or if he was being foolish. What mattered was that for now, he was getting hurt instead of someone else. And if he did his best, and fought until he could fight no more... perhaps it would be enough, just one more time...

Please. Please let it be enough. I swear, I'll never complain about what I do, or angst about how I was made ever again if I can save David.
Please.
There's so much in the world that I want to save now!

I'm not alone any more!

"Now shut up and fight me!" he revealed what he had palmed- a syringe of GRUE strength tranquilizer. With any luck, hsi final weapon- Speech- would have distracted his foe *just* enough that he could slide the cunning needle home. Even a drop would be enough!

-nRichard-

"The superior monster?" A power-armored arm swung out, smacking Andrew's hand downward, sending the syringe flying out of his hands and hitting the ground, where it skidded down on the other side of the hallway, out of both of their immediate reach. "You cannot stop me with such trifling deceptions!" With a bleeding lip he grit his teeth and smacked Andrew in the face with his staff, then grabbed onto Andrew's metal hand with his power armor, clamping down. "I am Richard Toboz, firstborn scion of the Toboz family. And I bring chaotic creatures such as you to heel."

The metal hand began to crack from the pressure the power armor was exerting on it. "You are Tinker. Born of Viktor. Born of Sturmvoraus! A disgusting atavism, an outdated throwback from a chaotic time when rampant lawlessness and chaos ruled the world. And you will learn to submit, or you will be destroyed."

Still crushing the metal hand of Tinker, he slammed the English professor into another wall, turning his back to Wally, David, and Mockery. "All of us... there is no Mad who is truly innocent... no one who hasn't taken a life even just in the act of losing our sanity. Our hands are forever bloodied! No redemption!" he snarled. "We are the damned."

Andrew's metal hand was breaking.

But- the portal- and-

UNICORNS. Grrr...

*crackle!pop*

I turn, horrified, to see Rose smirking. She walks over to a pile of dust and a green crystal of some sort and picks it up, along with her device. "You- you-"

"Oh, shut the #$& up. You weren't doing anything, and you couldn't do anything, and I @#$& hate inter-universal travel. Can we get this !#&# thing done so I can go back home?!" She hurls it through another portal, which sparks and collapses. I flinch. "We want to go that way." She points, then raises an eyebrow. "Or were you going to lose your job because you were feeling bad for some creatures?"

Andrew grinned, blood trickling down his face He must have cut his head a little... no matter. He wouldn't feel it for a while, and it wasn't important... what was important... was that he finished this.

"You... are...wrong. My son went Mad... without hurting anyone. The strong should protect... the weak. You... do nothing but hurt people. For your own amusement, and to justify... the way you think." he managed, coughing harshly. Okay, maybe that had hurt more than he thought. Just a little, anyways. A bit. Some.

"My hands.. may be bloodied. But I choose to spend my life redeeming myself. And when I go... I will be remembered fondly. And I will have left behind a son who *is* pure, who *is* innocent, and who's hands are clean!." he smiled very slightly, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Who will remember you? What will you leave behind of any worth? Will anyone cry for you?" he asked him, twisting his wrist- and undoing the catch on his metal hand. He slipped free, his hand finally crumpling under his touch. Funny, he thought to himself, but if he hadn't shot his hand, he would have been stuck there. Rather nice symbolism, that. He stumbled and fell to his knees, not more than a few feet away from David.

I'm sorry. I tried....

"It doesn't have to be that way!"

(Theme Music!)
"I should say not. But knowing him, he probably will. I think he prefers to wallow in self-righteous misery..." a thin, well tepered blade flashed though the air, embedding it;s self in the wall next to Richard. A figure stepped forward, accompanied by the clacking of a very elegant cane. He seemed to step out of a well-placed dramatic shadow, so that st first, the only thing you could see was a small, evil smirk...

And the swish of a green coat.

"...isn't that right, dear Brother In Law?" Nega Tinker Stepped into veiw, the light gleaming off of his sensibly re-enforced and spiked Clockwork Hand ashe unscrewed the top of the cane, revealing a slender blade.

"You've had your fun playing Hannibal- really, the whole 'belittling monologue' bit is *so* gauche. It merely betrays your ignorance. But you are right... my dear alternate is a man of Chaos." he whipped hsi sword though the air, cuting a deep line into the nearbye wall with ease.

"So why not try a little Lawful Evil on for size- or are you just a coward? My hands run RED with blood, boyo- for the sake of Order! And given another chance... I would do it all again! Where;s your whinging and whining about the Damned NOW?" he demanded, darting forward and swinging his sword- where it cut a neat line on his Power Armor.

"Like it? It;s a very nice sword- only Steel, of course. But you;d be amazed what being the master of the God of Swords does for your skill..."

Wally looked quickly, before deciding it was time to act. The Professor was near David, and could protect him for now. Nega Tinker was ready, and obviously skilled, but that Power Armor wasn't going to be doing him any favors. Plus, it wasn't often that someone presented an opportunity this good for fancy shenanigans.

"Go-Go Gadget Arm," Wally muttered under his breath, before shooting his robot hand past nRichard to bury itself in the wall behind him. As Richard turned, Wally let himself get pulled forward, swinging around to deliver a kick as he flew towards Richard. The blow would have knocked Richard unconscious... if it had connected. As it was, the armor in Richard's forearm crumpled and he was knocked off balance for a moment. Nega Tinker was able to dash forward again, scoring another line along the armor, before darting back out of reach of Richard's staff swings. As Richard turned to face the swirling green coat once more, Wally jumped from the floor to tackle him, succeeding in pushing the larger suit of armor up against the wall. Holding Richard's arms to the wall with his own, Wally leaned in towards the elder Toboz.

"You say that we are all monsters, and every last one has blood on his hands. I have three hands, and not a one is stained with blood. I can create creatures unlike any other, and wreck havoc that you would not dare dream of, yet never a life would I take. It's not my place, and I'll be damned before I let myself or any of my friends be judged by the likes of you!" Reaching down, Wally ripped away chunks of the armor, revealing circuitry and motor systems running beneath. "So help me, you will not hurt my friends! Never! Ever! Again!"

Janitor
"Unicorns?" Janitor muttered, wide-eyed. Am I with the right group? But there was still that tiny, dark part of her that was afraid to go with Prof. Tinker. Even the thought of talking on the stairwells during a crisis was painful. I guess I'm just not meant to be much of a team player.

As if in response, there was a hissing noise above her. Huh? Oh, right.

Janitor walked over to Herr Doktor, making sure not to make eye contact. "Um, biological mucking around isn't my expertise, but you might know - is there any way to turn Gorgons into humans?

"I don't want to turn anyone into stone again," she added quietly, more to herself than to anyone else.

Nega-Janet
"Alone?" n-Janet said scornfully, dodging the attack. "That's all you've got to say? That I'm not going to be rescued by some cavalry of heroes? Oh no, whatever shall I do. Hah. Who the #3!! do you think I am, lady?!"

Of course, my madness works best when I have a team... but she doesn't need to know that. n-Janet stole a glance at Trebaruna, who was trying to pry herself off of the wall. Now, what else did the old biddy say...?

Janitor took the safety off of her gun. "Your minions were trying to get to me, and you didn't even know that I built a company from scratch? You didn't know that I turned a city with a bad reputation into a boomtown? That I manage everything about Paxton to this day? You didn't know that I did it all with only these two hands? You're right. There is no cavalry. There's only me, and I'm going to shoot you if that's what it takes to get some answers about what's happening to my universe." She took aim at Robin's shoulder.

Disquietingly enough, Robin Toboz was laughing.

Herr looked Janitor directly in the eye, unchanging, with no filter between his eyes and hers. “There is one cure I learned a long time ago, it might still work.” Herr's eyes turn to pure black, his madness flourishing for the first time in years. A shudder went through Janitor as her hair reverted to its normal state. Herr grunted as the armor fell from his right arm, revealing that it had become living stone. “Hurts just like old times. Listen, I'll be back, Andrew might need my help.” The rest of Herr's armor fell to the floor, losing its sheen. Ignoring the shocked look that Janitor regarded his arm with, Herr ran, clenching his fist as he ran. As he ran, the stone spread across his body, making him seem to be a living statue, save his face, on which the fur had changed colors to match his limbs, his fur non-rigid. If it wasn't for the stone under it,the fur would hide his condition entirely.

Herr slid around a corner, hearing Agent R speak, seeing the newcomer arrive, and seeing Wally attack. Herr ran to Wally and he placed his hand on his shoulder, pulling him away. Herr lifts agent R off of the ground, looking deep into his eyes as he places him on his feet. nRichard throws a punch into Herr's chest that would kill a normal man, but simply was reflected off of the stone of his chest. Herr leans into R's ear, “Even we damned have to fight, and should we have blood on our hands after, it is not spilled without reason.” Herr stands, his voice now resonating, filling the space around him. “I killed trying to save the one I loved, as anyone would, if they felt love as I did. You know nothing of damnation, of monsters. You hurt these men's friends, and you dare to tell them that they're evil even as they seek to stop you from flooding the worlds with blood.” Herr steps back, allowing nRichard to move. “I'm not going to try and stop you anymore. Or save you.” With a sad motion, Herr waves Wally and nTinker back into combat.

As the two renew their attacks, Herr returns to the group and stands quietly next to Janitor. He smiles at her, trying not to let his emotions show through. “How'd that work out? Did it solve the problem?” Herr reactivated the armor, returning it to himself even as the living-stone slid back, settling on his right arm. The armor reatached itself under Herr's coat. Herr gazed intently around himself, waiting for the madness to quiet itself.

-Robin Toboz-

The shots struck her form, which blurred for a moment, but then realigned, having no seeming effect. "Oh hey, you wanna have tea and crumpets later? You know, after you're eaten by a horrible nightmarish entity from beyond human thought and perception." Robin walked forward, stuffing Mjamnir back in her lab coat and withdrawing something else. "Ooooo... THAT'S where I put the sacred silly-named spray string thingy of sardonica!" She giggled and began emptying the entire can on nJanet, who began to feel tired and sleepy as the string began to cover her.

As nJanet fell to the ground and began to snooze, Robin turned up to nJanet's jam'd assistant. "Now then... I'm gonna send you into the room with the lava floor." She pressed a button and grabbed onto the mound of jam, and the two of them vanished into black bubbles, reappearing in a prison cell with igneous stone floors. "You know, usually I like putting people in the prison cell with lava we actually keep HEATED, but I think this cell should hold you until you turn into a fairycake or whatever it is that happens to humans again when they start to starve." Robin licked some of the jam and then stepped away, pressing another button on her portal spawner and teleporting back to nJanet's slumbering body, which she picked up and started carrying over into the Alter Chamber... "Now I just need the other one to have the matching set! And then I win travel luggage or something!" She pressed a button on her portal spawner, causing it to act like a communicator. "X? Y? Z? Turn the Quantum Generators up to 100% now, okies-dokies-smokies-bokies-banana something or other!" She smirked. "Golly, that gives us just... 1 hour and 3 seconds before doomsday! Wow, nothing can stop us now!"

As she strapped nJanet to one of the tables in the Alter Room, the rift between dimensional sets, looming among them both ominiously, with tentacles and things you only WISHED were tentacles slithering in and out, began to grow. "Oooo... rifty! I wonder if anyone's figured out yet that this whole base-ish-thingymabobber is actually a giant dimensional portal making device... when the two universes collide, regardless of whether they destroy each other or combine there'll be a catastrophic release of energy, an' this base is at the center of the point of collision... so all the released energy from two whole universes will be sucked up and used to open a rifty-poo big enough for The Evil to get in all the way and eat from ALL the universes!" She giggled. "Explaining my plan to myself is pretty fun! And if the rift gets open all the way, the Evil won't need a host anymore, so I won't need to feed anyone to anything! That's just a backup plan to give it another host just in case the soda gets flat. But it's fuuuuun!"

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-Michael-

He'd finally pulled himself loose of that blasted suit of unoperative power armor, and dusted himself off. He looked at Alt-Michael and grinned. "Well, it's been fun being forcefully attached to you, but I'm out of here..."

"Don't you think that's just a bit mean? You should help him get out of the armor too."

Michael blinked and looked up. Sitting on his shoulder was a tiny version of himself wearing blue robes, with white feathery wings and a halo. A frigging halo.

He blinked. "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?"

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-nRichard-

"NO!" He growled, trading blows with nTinker and Wallace, his suit of armor damaged and his weapon spinning. "I...am...not...WRONG!" He waved the arm of his power armor, sending out a wave of force and slamming his foes backwards. Then, he looked down at Tinker... "...am I?" he hesitated for just a moment.

It was just the opportunity that was needed. A mechanized punch from Wally laid him low and into unconscoiusness... strangely enough, a small stuffed Cleese doll had fallen out of a compartment on his power armor, which was snatched up by the girl the now unconscious David had dubbed Ann. She clutched at it and hissed at anyone who looked at her for too long.

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-The Team From M-

They'd somehow found themselves at the cell Claire had been trapped in, the room that was constantly exploding as the excess energy from the Quantum Reactors was vented to it. Only now it was exploding a lot more often... previously, it had only exploded every few minutes... but now it was exploding almost every 10 seconds.

Anthony stepped out of the shadows. "Nice work everyone. A solid performance at least. I'll be expecting even better on opening night, but this is fine for rehearsal." He smirked. "Come on out of the shadows Xxxy, you too Shape-Shifting-She."

"Shut it," said Jeffe.

"Come on Transforma-Lass don't be such a downer." Anthony looked around. "Anybody else we can take by surprise with our sudden appearance. -Thanks for distracting them, by the way. They didn't even notice when we broke in."

I glare at the unicorns when I think they aren't looking. Unicorns. Bleah.

"So we need to block off the vents... We should try to shut off the fans or whatever they're using to push the splody stuff through first, though. Miss Chicgeek, if you have a zapgun or a superbattery and some wires and maybe a nail or maybe some other supplies I can try to build-"

I'm interrupted by a sarcastic drawl. "Perhaps you should stick to where your *real* talents lie and just tear apart the room for material, while the expert-" Rose gestures mockingly toward Miss Chicgeek. "puts together something to break the fans? Although, Miss Chicgeek, if you happen to have a spare superbattery, the chemicals inside it would come in rather handy for me. I think I can easily deduce what I'm supposed to do in that idiot's plan."

I feel myself turning red. "S-sorry, Miss Chicgeek- of course you'd be the best... some way to take out the fans- I'm sure you can think of a lot, any one will do, so the fans let the explosive compound build up faster... I'm going to try to peel some of the metal off the walls- it'll be the best way to block the vents, since it's designed to be sturdy. M-Miss Jess?" I'm not supposed to be ordering Mads around but she wasn't doing anything but maybe she was planning something- "If you're not too busy, could you maybe help me? I don't know how many vents there are but it's probably going to be tough to get this stuff off the walls and I'd like help if you're not too busy..."

Rose doesn't look up from where she's pulled a few compounds out of her pockets. "You're repeating yourself, idiot."

"Sh-shut up, Madgirl!" Rose reddens, and looks like she's going to yell, but the cuts herself off, going back to the chemicals. "And I bet Mistress has plenty of chemicals, if you'd just tell her what you need- or she could even help you..." Rose ignores me. I sigh, and start to go after one patch of wall, trying to get a bit of it off...

Herr paused a moment to sheathe himself in energy, then he hopped down into one of the vents.

Several members of the group gasp as a burst of energy fires scarce econds after Herr disappears. A sudden whoosh annouces Herr as he reappears,supported by a small antigravity belt. "Its a straight shot from those vents to the generators, no special apperatus, just pressure."

Herr jogs over to Claire, his armor slightly scorched and his shield overloaded for the time being. With a grunt, Herr wordlessly begins to peel metal from the walls, using a laser drill to take out key rivets on several plates, making them easy to remove for both himself and Claire. Herr began to work, letting the others do all of the planning.

Chic lifts an eyebrow at Rose, and then ignores her, turning to Claire. "Hey Claire, let's you and me make something to go boom, okay? Let Herr and Jess tackle the wall."
Jess cheerfully attacks the wall, tearing off chunks of metal. "I'll do this part. Damn, the new shapeshifts are fun! And I'll block the vents, too."
"Hey, punk, let us disable the fans first!" Chic gets back to working with Claire, still ignoring Rose.
"Aw..." Jess grabs some scrap, and climbs the walls like a gecko, ready to start blocking vents whenever they give the word.

Jeffe grits her teeth at Anthony's teasing. Why did the Dictator bring him along again? And here the Dictator declared her and Xxxy bodyguards, then leapt into the fray ahead of them!
Sighing, she goes to where David is laying on the floor, Tinker kneeling beside him.
Jeffe briskly gets to work with a first aid kit on the fallen hero. The Dictator's double will be next.
"Sir? Have you seen Lord Zobot?"
She can't help but sneak glances at the mob in the hallway while she bandages. Jeffe's never been to the posiverse, or dealt with doubles before.
Although she's heard stories...

~Claire~

"I'm not sure we want it to go boom just yet... maybe just something to melt half the controls so the fans stop? That way we don't accidentally set off any excess buildup- it'll make it go faster... I don't know, you probably know lots of ways to make it turn off, though. Just tell me what you want me to do, ok?"

I hear a kind of choked laughter coming from Rose, but I ignore it. Miss Chicgeek's smart, so I can just listen to her...


~Jennifer~

She'd fallen asleep, and was woken by someone going through her pockets. Without opening her eyes, she lashed out, standing up quickly. Someone with a red shirt, red pants, red shoes, and red hair and skin was sprawled in front of her. She sighed. Lovely...

One prison-bubble later they were trapped in a large blue sphere. Jennifer frowned. Somehow, she'd gotten a note... "Jennifer, destroy Chicgeek. -Jennifer" Also, a rubber ducky. She set the note on fire and pocketed the ducky, rather bemused. Why would she want to destroy Emily Viktor? The note wasn't even from her future self or anything... Weird...

She sighed and sat back down. She probably should stay outside the Tinker twins' lab until Claire showed up again... she really needed to check the girl for red items, after all... but it was so boring, just sitting here. There must be *something* better she could do...

Amino, Ingrid, and Dan all cower behind a large hill, while the large ship next to Toboz's shop continues to throw rocks at them.

"I don't get it!" Amino says to Ingrid, "Why would the Green-Clad Man be throwing rocks at us?"

"Maybe it had something to do with all the times you swore eternal vengeance on him. People tend to get a little annoyed when you do that, ma'am."

"But why?" Amino asks, genuinely puzzled.

Ingrid rolls her eyes. "I have no idea, ma'am."

"Speaking of ideas," Dan cuts in, "I have a really good one. Let's get into the hovercar right now and fly far away."

"Dan, we can't do that!" Amino protests.

"And why not?" Dan snaps, "Is it because that would be the smart thing to do?"

"No!! ...Well, maybe a little," Amino admits, "But if we ran away we wouldn't get to know why the big ship is throwing rocks at us! Oh, I know, I'll go ask it right now!"

She runs out from behind the hill and yells out, "Hey! Mister Ship-Thing-Near-The-Ice-Cream-Shop! ...Or Miss, I guess, you really could be a girl for I know! ...Or an ambiguously gendered disembodied-spirit-thing, but I don't have an honorific for that! Anyways, Mister/Miss/Ambiguously-Gendered Ship-Thing, why are you throwing rocks at us? Was it because I told the Green-Clad Man he would live his life in eternal agony and rue the day he crossed Dr. Dana N. Amino? Because I didn't realize he'd take it so personally! So, if you wouldn't mind clearing up all this confusion, it'd help a lot!"


Quezalcoatl was very confused itself. One of the invaders had been brave enough to face Q directly, but was for some reason uttering a strange battlecry that Q did not understand. Who was 'the Green-Clad Man'? And why was the invader referring to Q as a 'Ship-Thing' instead of by a more noble and befitting title?


The hot dog vendor was very surprised to see a giant boulder demolish his hot dog stand. And also a little bit annoyed. He had left his car keys in there.

Xyon-
Sparky, free of her red rhinestone collar and with a spiffy haircut (thanks to the grues) is trotting through downtown Xyon. She never did meet Rex the wolfbat, her email buddy...
And a woman in a paint splatted coat, and rainbow scarf trailing behind her leaps out in front of Sparky, laughing madly.
"Aha! I know why you're here!"
"...Ru do?"
"Oh course! I am Lady Drezabel, Destroyer of Fanshippings! Now hold still, so I can paint tabby stripes on you! Sahara will think you're trying to steal Khan away from her, and will never speak to Khan again! Plus, you'll look funny. Now, heel!"
"Ru ro...Not on yourrr life, lady!"
Sparky grabs the trailing end of Lady Drezabel's scarf, and starts to run around her in a circle, planning to trip her up.
Lady Drezabel, Destroyer of Fanshipping, narrows her eyes and grabs onto the other end for dear life.
"Stop that! Or I'll do something even worse, you mutt!"
The poor scarf can't take the strain, and rips. The red sparkles and vanishes, freeing Lady Drezabel from its influence.
Sparky takes off like a bat out of hell while Lady Drezabel is disoriented.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Rex sighes. "Guess she couldn't make it, with all the fighting going on."
He is a fearsome looking wolf. And Wally's wrong about his bat wings, they're as long as his body.
Trouble is, that body is chihuahua sized.
Rex and his master are soon en route back home. Oh, well. Maybe he'll catch her next time...

-Thaddeus Guy In the Space Between Universes-

Near the pile of dust he'd found, Thaddeus could see the two great spheres moving towards each other with greater and greater velocity. Both of them seemed to be converging on what looked to be a space station between them, and below him.

Please! Help us!

Save us!

Deter Destruction!

He could hear the three voices from before in his head, ringing there. And he was overcome with a strange urge...

Closing his eyes, Thaddeus began to clap.

And glow.

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-David, nZobot, and That Group-

"Searching won't be necessary, Jeffe." nZobot walked out of the room where Ann had been kept, walking over to nTinker and grabbing him, dipping him low and giving him a strong, firm kiss.

"Hey... weren't you supposed to be helping?" David looked up, his head clearing.

nZobot sniffed and looked back down at him with scorn. "Surely you jest. That was one of the rare times when I've actually gotten to see Andy cut loose. I wouldn't miss the chance to watch him fight for the world." He grinned.

David, with the girl Ann tugging on his hair and poking his bandaged chest wound, stood up slowly. "I'm ok... I think..." He leaned up against a wall to let his head fully clear. He looked down at Andrew as he took a step forward. "I have to go... I have to stop mom... otherwise she's gonna...ugh..." he found himself leaning against the wall again after a sudden resurgence of dizziness. "I'm ok... I'm ok..."

Still unable to escape the death grip David had on her hand, Ann started bouncing the Cleese plushy up and down on her head to distract herself, and hissed and growled at anyone else who came too near.

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-In the Exploding Room-

The fans stopped and jammed as the vents were covered, as the Mads worked.

Suddenly, the entire building began to shake...

A door to the next cell over popped open in the shaking, and water spilled out, getting everywhere, Richard Toboz, thoroughly soaked and gasping for air, stood up and walked towards the group, suddenly punching Chicgeek in the face. Then, he looked down at her as she glared up at him from the floor. "I apologize for the injury and was entirely out of line in doing it. However, you were the closest available representative of your gender and of the Mad population of the world, and I wished to express my displeasure at the activities and tendencies of them in a physical manner as a result of my imprisonment." He wrang out his shirt and began walking down the hallway. "Now if you all will excuse me, I need to find my mother and bend her arms in ways arms shouldn't bend."

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-Agent Y-

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible a third time!" Agent Y opened the doors from the main lab and ran out of it. "This can't be... the Quantum Generators... they're... OVERHEATING..."

The room behind her exploded... as both Quantum Generators overloaded, exploding violently.

Agent Y made a beeline for the Alter Room... Robin Toboz would know what to do next... she had to.

"Mistress Toboz! Mistress Toboz! The quantum generators are-"

"Yeah, hold up a sec, Agent WhyamIdistractingmyboss?" Robin reached into her pocket and pulled out a small device which seemed to twist reality around it. She opened her mouth and swallowed it, for some reason. Then, she held up her hand. "Waaiiiiit for it. Waaaaaaaiiiiiit...."

"M-mistress! This is ludicrous! Our entire plan is in jeopardy! We have to do SOMETHING! What could you possibly be waiting fo-"

And then, suddenly, the rift between dimensional sets swelled. Making a disgustingly squishy noise, tentacles, tendrils, pseudopods, and other squicky things poured out of the rift, slamming into one of the walls of the Alter Chamber and pounding THROUGH it, pouring out into the shiny colored backdrop of the Space Between Universes. The tentacle-things reached out and wrapped out around both of the two brightly glowly blue universe-spheres, which began to lurch towards each other rapidly.

In both the positive and negative universes, people, for a brief moment, stopped and looked up towards the sky in panic, as strange streaks of black blotted out clouds, the blue atmosphere, and in some cases even the sun itself... but no one seemed to know what they WERE.

And a small watch on Robin's wrist began counting again, the timer reading: Time until inevitable universal collision: 0:26:31... 0:26:30... 0:26:29...

Robin giggled and smiled. "Yay! Time for the final showdown-ish thingy!" She spun around, her eyes glowing a deep, vibrant red. "Agent Y! Call back the remaining Walking Portals and pull ALL our agents to guard the Alter Chamber! We simply MUST keep up kumquats-er, appearances, you know! It's time for some first-class villany here. Time to rub a meatloaf on them, they're dead!"

Agent Y raised an eyebrow. "Err... you mean, 'stick a fork in them, they're done?"

"Yeah! That too! And bring me a meatloaf and a microphone, while you're at it!"

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-In Hell-

The various Incarnations of So It Begins suddenly felt a strange presence in their minds... at first it seemed like they were listening to words, but words that didn't possibly express any meaning of any sort at all. Slowly, the words began to become coherent, and the message they were expressing was too chillingly clear.

They/It/You p-p-possess *strength*, but it will be only a *time measurement* before I/We/It surmounts you. Surrender or *Thoughtend*

Suddenly, the Soul Engine, their crowning achievenment, began to crackle and hiss. The strain of the struggle was actually managing to DAMAGE it somehow...

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-Thaddeus and ????-

As if reacting, the pile of dust at his feet began to glow with him. As Thaddeus' glow began to diminish, the pile began to glow stronger.

And then it exploded.

Something was standing in the center of a cloud of smoke as it began to clear.

She wasn't entirely sure what she was right now. She remembered A name, but it implied a level of complexity that she had surpassed by far. Lips moved slowly, unused to exerting the effort.

"Ellebreska...?"

The woman standing before Thaddeus was impossibly tall. Nearly 8 feet tall, and slender, with cream-colored skin and glowing, pupilless eyes that shone with every color of the rainbow, while at the same time none of them at all. Her hair, which was in fact part hair and part a strange, leafy sort of ivy, stretched down below her waist and nearly to her legs, alternating between green and golden in color. She looked down at herself. "I... where did all this magic come from... it feels like... power from two different... worlds? No, that's not correct... it's incomplete... more than just two?"

The Lady Ellebreska bent down at Thaddeus. There really shouldn't have ever been a way for her to come back. It'd never happened before in the collective history of all faekind. Ever. "Mortal, did you somehow bring about a miracle? I... do not understand..."

Then she looked up, and saw the darkened tendrils dragging the two universes together. "No! The Universes! This must not be! I... I..." She closed her eyes and began to chant. A tiny, rainbow pillar of light appeared between the two universes, in defiance to the tendrils of black, which writhed, trying to overcome it. Lady Ellebreska began to shudder... "Nnng... so hard... can't...hold it... for long..."

Somewhere else, a small watch on Robin Toboz's wrist displayed the following message: Time until inevitable universal collision: 0:26:15... 0:26:15... 0:26:15... Error...

Several of the greasy pseudopods broke off from the two universes, flying towards Thaddeus and the Fae spirit, intent on crushing them where they stood...

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-Robin Toboz-



She smirked. "How... appropriate. Alright! Cue the Music!"

Agent Y looked at the various Neverborn, as well as the 4 remaining Walking Portals, all crowded in the Alter Chamber. "Who...exactly are you talking to, Mistress? What music?"

"No no... none of you... the writer! Him!"

(Note: I can only expect that Robin, in her insanity, is asking me to set up a musical score for her. I...THINK this is the right one... open this in a new tab, please.)

"Hey! NO NO NO NO! Not that!" Robin scowled and flipped the ceiling off, for some reason. "That's not music that sets up the proper tone at all! Try again!"

(Err... please close the previous tab and open this one, please.)

"Muuuch better!" Robin picked up a microphone and began to speak. And suddenly, her voice echoed through every hall of the base.

"Attention all the little meeses that are skitterin' through mah base! Thanks for trashing my quantum reactors, by the way. I TOTALLY was glad you did that... that was sarcasm, by the way." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, here's the big schebang. Schlong. One of those things. You didn't stop me from summoning my dark master to this universal set so he/it/they can consume all universes and gorge itself/himself/themselves on the potential energy. You've just upped the stakes. So here's the deal: There's, like, this big rift in one room of my secret base, and it's got this swirly evil rifty thingy here... I just ATE the device that's generating it, and as long as the rift is open, you can't push back the Elder God thingy I serve and keep it from getting here. Once the two universes collide, this whole base will serve as a gateway to make the rift large enough for it to get here in full. So you pretty much have to destroy me before the two universes smooosh together, and I know you're all too spineless for that. But you have to try, because you've already came to my evil doorstep, so I'm like, sitting here, waiting. Either for you, or for the end of both universes. Your choice. You should also come down here because I have someone you should probably save. She's one of those...what do you call them... oh yeah! An innocent!" She poked nJanet Torvalds, and wrinkled her brow. "Well, an artifical flavoring that tastes LIKE innocent, anyway. So yeah, come down here and I'll destroy you. Now. Until then... enjoy some of my homemade snickerdoodles... OF DEATH! Robin Toboz, over and out!"

Throughout the walls of the Neverborn's base, everywhere except in the Alter Chapter, small gaps in the walls slid open, and razor sharp baked goods of destruction fired out... acting as a delicious security system of sorts.

COOKIES! I dive out of the way and pick one up off the floor, munching on it. Mmmm... OW! "Careful, they're sharp... I cut my tongue..."

Rose, who only moved very slightly to stand between the paths of the cookies, rolls her eyes. "You're an idiot. Can we go stop the universes from being destroyed now? I want to go home."

"I dunno... how do you fix a dimensional rift between universal sets?"

"Didn't you hear her? She's obviously an anchor, and if we can just kind of push the space-time back together and it will close on its own. We may have to beat on the whatever that's coming through, but I think even you could handle that if we destroy it's anchor. Easy. Do I have to explain everything?"

"But remembering is hard..."

"I forgot what an annoying, immature idiot you are to deal with. And you aren't even Mad, so you can't do ANYTHING useful... ugh." She starts pulling apart the thing Miss Chicgeek and I built, scavenging parts.

"I thought the explosion was nice..." She just glares at me, then goes back to work. "What are you even-"

"I am BUILDING a device to track dimensional rifts between universal sets, so we can FIND the stupid room where she is. Will you SHUT UP for three seconds?! I thought alternates were supposed to be at least somewhat related in competence..."

I glare at her. Fine. I'll just stand here and enjoy the cookie... and try not to cut myself... I wonder what the dimensional rift looks like. Maybe it's one of the pretty colored ones. Ooooh, or maybe it's one of the insanity-inducing fabric of the universe things... I love those. They're so much fun to stare at and feel the weird distortion of senses...

I wanna meet whoever's running this. She seems like a neat person, opening dimensional rifts and meeting with aliens and trying to destroy the universes and baking cookies of death and stuff...

Speaking of music, this works just perfectly.

Hell

All the SoItBegins sat up. In a few, their eyes went wide. Some clutched at their heads and groaned.
The Original got up from his dark screen.

"This has gone far enough," he said. "I was hoping I would never need to do this... but it appears we have no choice."

Then, he started giving orders.

"OK. Someone run to Lucy and tell her everything. She's going to be furious at us either way, so we might as well get a head start on it.
Someone else: pull up the records for Robin Toboz, and that... thing we just felt, if you can. If not, find what info you can get in 15 seconds hypered. Transmit this to Ariel, and explain exactly what everyone's up against."

A few seconds later, the two SiBs announced that the messages had been sent.

"Good," said the Original. "Now.... it's time for the Last Resort."

Clearing a nearby table of papers revealed that the 'table' was a solid black box with an infinity symbol atop it. The Original pressed his hand to the symbol, and it slid back, revealing a simple red button, protected by a glass cover.
He lifted the cover, raised his fist, and slammed down on the button.

Hell froze.

Everything stopped, held in perfect quiescence, as the Engine's soul-crystal tendrils leached every drop of energy, available or not, out of the rest of Hell. Now, there was only the Engine: no interfaces, no outside influences; just SoItBegins, the Original, and the Engine, with the 255 other souls hovering around it, ready as tools.

And SoItBegins gave his command.

"Push the universes apart. Give it everything. Stop the two from colliding. Keep the Engine running. We're giving away the afterlife if that's what it takes!!"

The two groups quickly find each other. Chic's eyes widen, seeing an injured Andrew, and David with a bandaged chest wound, and a ....feral child?...poking it curiously.
Jeffe frankly stares at the alternates, then collects herself. "This place is like a maze-any bright ideas on finding this...Robin?"
Rose's voice is filled with disdain. "I'm building something to locate the rift. I'd be done already if you'd just let me work!"
"And when we get there..." Jess smiles, without humor. "I've got an idea. I just hope we can fight our way there in time. Even with Rosey-Posey's device, to tell us where to go."
"I'll tell you where to go, you $#@%!" Rose grumbles, as she puts the finishing touches on the device.
Jess walks over to her alternate. "Yo, other me. Your shift had the upgrade yet?"
"The name's Jeffe. And the what?"
"Heh. I'm sure it'll kick in for you eventually." Lower voice-"so, you and he?"
Jeffe blushes, "...yeah...Now, come on, you mentioned a plan?"
"Just get me to that $#%. This is a hell of a way to spend my wedding day."
It's fortunate Xxxy doesn't have a drink, or there would be a comedic spit take.
"Okay, the plan..." Jess motions the other's close, whispering.
"....now, we just need to get there. Run like hell, or steal a teleporter?"
Wally supresses a shudder at the plan's details.
Chic is busy cooing over Red and Blue.
Jess is smiling evily.
Jeffe is ago.
"You can do that?"
"I can do damn near anything, shapeshiftwise. But it took something extreme to trigger the 2.0."
Jess and Xerox share a brief, knowing look.
"I'll tell ya the story later. Let's get this show on the road."

Thaddeus fell down again. (Isn't she that faerie that hangs around with David? Seems she's moving up in the world...how nice for her. I think I might pass out again... this really hurts...) As darkness crowded in Thaddeus' mind went back.

Thad remembered. He was a child not to very long ago, and he had a mother. Like most mothers she told him stories. There was a very important one that he remembered now. About three children and and impish little boy on a wonderful island...He remembered that there were faeries there...

A smiling woman looked down at him, snug beneath his covers... "Do you believe in faeries? ... If you believe clap your hands; don't let her die."

...


Tendrils of gray evil shot out towards Thaddeus and Ellebreska.

......


"I BELIEVE IN FAERIES!" Thad jumped to his feet without even a wince for the pain.

Bang Bang Bang

He fired off a large gun with huge bullets that began to float in the void, rotating very slowly. He dropped the gun and launched himself onto the nearest of his rotating platforms.

Thad called out to Ellebreska. "Keep pushing. Save the universes....We have to save them!"

He began to jump between the bullets firing any ray, bolt, or zapper he could pull from within his coat.

Freeze
Zot!
Brrrrrrn
Light
Fffffffttt
∞
Livvvvvv

Herr fiddled with his armor before addressing the group, "I built y rmor out of a bunch of those neverborn teleporters, I might be able to teleport us to the rift, provided Rose gives use the coordinates."

Herr looked at is arm, noting that the stone was starting to disappear, leaving only his furred arm. Herr diverted full power to his armor, knowing that he might need the extra juice very soon.

Herr gulps, "One problem, I've had some issues teleporting due to some qantum radiation, can anyone here mess with one of these to make it a little safer for me?"