PHASE 16: EVICTION NOTICE
Rolls to dodge are
here.
Now that I had some reassurance that someone couldn't just come charging straight in here, there was another important matter that needed to be dealt with. Namely the fact that I still had lots of injuries, and Anne was heavily damaged.
With that knowledge in mind, I quickly found a workshop within the realm I'd created, and began to do what I did best: build. As I worked, several small robots began to take shape. Equipped with a variety of tools, they would easily be able to repair damage to anyone, organic or synthetic. Unlike the medical bay I'd had previously, these machines could perform their task automatically, with no need for further input. On top of all that, they were self-replicating with a population density limiter, meaning I wouldn't have to worry about manually replenishing their population should any of them be destroyed.
I came out of my musing, as Anne called over the intercom and told me "Mom, one of the bunnycats just electrocuted themselves on a power conduit that it apparently thought was edible! What do I do!? I was never taught how to deal with this!"
I replied "don't worry, I've got a prototype robot that should be able to patch them up nicely. I'm activating it now." as I closed up the casing on the first of my Medical Repair Bots (Also to be known as Merebs). I watched intently as the little machine began its startup sequence, a heavy spanner ready behind my back in case it needed to be put down.
The robot boots up, and you're getting ready to congratulate yourself
when the machine shudders, shakes, and proceeds to fall apart.
Dang it. Back to the drawing board, it seems...
Dinac attempts to land a kick to the head of one of the bunnycats, in hopes to make the other ones more afraid.
You leap at a bunnycat, executing a
vicious kick... that proceeds to miss.
You swear some of the bunnycats are giggling at you.
Okay. Enough of this. I just wanted to go and rest (for a awhile) and not have horrible wounds applied on me again and again.. Though battle scars were totally fine..
I made a home, didn't I? A mansion with everything I wanted. Well, I could return.
But screw flying. Apparently everyone was doing that already. Gotta one-up them on that.
What better than to just skip the part called 'Travelling'?
I mean, it's just a warping of spacetime such that I was no longer here but there. Couldn't possibly be that hard, after all that I've already done, including smashing the laws of no infinite energy into tiny little pieces. And for that, I'm a god. I do things puny mortals can't. And heck, why was I even bothering to rationalize this?
Space and Time was mine to command. Just twist and stretch here, there and -
GYAAAAAARRRRRGH!
Your godly self quickly puts the scattered pieces of your body back together, but that
hurt.
@MrEgret @Whisper1
"I will destroy this planet!" I exclaim.
'Let's see fire failed, violence failed too, what else I know that could destroy worlds' I think "I know basketball"
I start running and then jump forming the desired object with my white lantern ring.
The ring
starts playing some music from an old movie as you fire the basketball at the planet... which proceeds to absorb the projectile.
Planet Tellietubbies gets +1 on its next roll to dodge Ziizo.
...Welp, there wasn't a friend or idol waiting here. A bit disappointed, but alas, such good things cannot be wished for. They must instead be rightfully earned.
"At least I got a boat load of powers." Jake flexes his hands, power crackling between hia fingers. "Now let's up the ante. Raging Heart, brace yourself."
Jake put his hands together and concentrated. Among the infinite number of his alternate selves, there had to be a few who knew how to travel between dimensions. Which meant Jake could borrow those same skills for his own use. He just needed to bring up those powers, and visualize his destination.
He imagines a beautiful young woman with auburn hair tied to a side tail, wearing a blue and white instructor uniform. He imagines her standing against a sea breeze, hand holding a brilliant red gem.
Nanoha Takamachi.
First stop on Jake's Dimension hopping tour; Mid-Child circa MGLN StrikerS.
You feel drawn to a particular pool and enter it...
...coming out on the other side to a
familiar, if unexpected, scene.
Right universe... wrong time.
"You." You turn around to see... is that a
ninja? "Did you think taking off the mask could keep me from recognizing you?" He draws a katana which crackles with energy. "Today, my clan will be avenged!" He swings, leaving a large, bleeding gash across your chest.
SlugSLinger is Wounded.
"Well.... I FEEL INCREDIBLE! THIS POWER IS BEYOND MOST BEINGS IN THE WORLD! ANYWAYS, BACK TO BUISNESS. I'LL NEED TO GET INTO THAT DIMENSION THAT NO FUN ALLOWED BITCH IS IN.... I THINK I HAVE A CRAZY ENOUGH IDEA. I'LL JUST USE MY PSYCHIC POWERS TO TELEKINECTICALLY COMPRESS THE SPACE BETWEEN THIS POINT AND A LOCATION NEAR WHERE I just write IS, IN HER DIMENSION OF COURSE, INTO A CENTIMETTER-WIDE AREA, WHICH THEN I CAN WALK THROUGH SAFELY INTO THE DIMENSION AND NEAR I just write's LOCATION. NOW THAT'S TO CRAZY NOT TO WORK!"
In response to that, a portal opens, depositing
this picture. A sticky note is on the picture which reads "I have no clue what you're trying to do. Request denied. Sincerely, The Universe."
Well, I suppose going Multiversal will have to wait for a later time.
"Oh, well.....can we head to Earth?"
If that's not an option, I'll eat a rock.
As you fly,
energy begins to crackle around you and your ship, and before you know it, you've reached Earth!
And Earth...
And Earth?
And Earth again?!
What the heck is going on here?! There are so many Earths here that it's a wonder they haven't crashed into each other...
+1 to all multiversal travel rolls.
@SlugSLinger
That was so close. Who had the brilliant idea of blowing up the sun?
This time, I opted to cast force fields around each ship in my fleet, giving them a permanent additional layer of shields on top of their own.
It's slow going, but eventually each of your ships is outfitted
with a strong force field.
Your ships get +1 to their next roll to dodge.
Krogath raged, thing were happening, things to small i scale for it to notice or deal with quickly.
It pained the mighty planet to admit it but maybe its gloriously huge form was a hinderance, not a gift.....
All that it had experienced since its first thoughts were pain and trial after trial, it was as if the universe itself had some sort of hatred for it.
"Maybe a physical body is not what is best for me?" The planet pondered, the scorched land of its surface reminding it of how easily targeted it was, "Yes, I must become something else if I am to find peace in this great universe."
Confident in itself, the planet known as Krogath focused everything it had to free its conscious from the earthy shell it inhabited, to send it into space and build itself a new form out of the very energies of the cosmos themself.
You propel your consciousness away from the planet in a
blast of blue light.
Now, for building a new body...
...wait. Why isn't it working?
-1 on all rolls for forming a corporeal body.
@ziizo
...Well, that was disappointing. I had a good speech and everything. Still, at least no one got hurt as a direct result of that attempted display of power.
Considering the sun had exploded, and the forests that weren't there a while ago were now glowing, I think I got off lightly. And now, I was slightly at a loss for what to do.
Once again, my thoughts turned to my crew back home. Lord only knows what's going through their heads right now. Their captain had been snatched away in his sleep by some random omnipotent being, and now he may not even be fully human anymore. I still didn't know exactly what I had changed into when I made that wish while that pain was affecting me.
I sighed a little, and I focused on the memories of my crew. "If you're out there, guys, then could you come here to this ship?"
Please work, please work, please work...
With a thought, your crew appears!
A tearful reunion results.
+1 to next crew roll. You may name your crew as free actions.
Oh... shit... This wasn't supposed to happen... There's got to be a way... wait... maybe...
"I want those orbital defence systems to shut down" I mutter.
Holefully this works.
Electricity crackles around the defense systems,
and they shut down just before they would have fired another shot.
Phew.
So that was what a supernova looked like up close.
It was... incredibly bright. She was very grateful for her new eyes: they'd apparently decided the best way to deal with blinding light was to shut themselves off before the light could do it for them. She'd seen the flash of light, but apart from that her vision was completely unaffected. And judging by the way all her ravens were poking their heads out of the house windows, they'd all flown into Kester to hide just before the sun blew up and were completely unscathed.
It looked like the ground hadn't been so lucky though.
As spectacular as all that had been, she had to admit things were getting more and more unsafe. Sure, she and Nim were part-ghost now, but it was good to be careful.
"Kester, could you fly a bit closer? I want to try something."
"Alright." The collection of houses drifted nearer to the ship. "What do you want me to do?"
The girl thought for a moment. "Can you create or find a pocket dimension? One which is hospitable and safe, or could easily be made so, and accessible to anyone who needs it."
"I can try."
While Kester was doing that, she went off to find the officer who'd told her about the evacuation. When it looked like he wasn't too busy, she went up to him.
"Uh, excuse me, sir, but when will it be safe for me to leave?"
The officer laughs darkly. "I have no idea. The admiral hasn't told us anything since we arrived. Could be safe now. Could be dangerous to leave still. I'm just here waiting for orders. If you want a better idea of what's going on, you might consider talking to the admiral."
"I have succeeded!" At the sound of Kester's voice, you turn around to see a portal to
oooh, pretty! The dimension even seems to have an aura which repels danger!
+1 to all of the dimension's rolls to dodge. You may name the dimension as a free action.
The girl was polite, even at such a young age, making Genten wonder just what she had gone through to be that way...
It was a mystery for another time. Genten had spent enough time without paying attention to their children. The angels were physically ready to go out into the world and take care of themselves; Genten had made them that way, though any angels that they... produced among themselves would likely require at least two decades to grow and mature to the same state.
What concerned Genten was that their children were not yet mentally ready. They hung on their every word, following their every order. Perfect, obedient little children.
They needed interaction with more than just Genten, or getting them out of the door to live on their own would eventually prove impossible.
And even if they were shoved out the door in this state, they'd likely not survive long.
But now a wonderful opprotunity had just dropped into their lap, so to speak. Shado was a young girl, too young to actually have responsibilities, but she provided an in to what she had called the 'Fortuna Magical Girl Agency'. Perhaps Genten could get a few of them to teach the required subjects for survival?
"Please wait, my children," Genten called, creating some paper and some ink in one of the rooms in the back of their halls. "You have the physical strength to survive, but you do not yet have the knowledge to do so. I am going to try to call for a couple teachers to help you learn the required skills to help you not just survive, but live and thrive."
With that, the ink started swirling about on the paper, writing words as it landed.
Fortuna Magical Girl Agency,
I am one of the... Gods (for lack of a better term) roaming this world, exerting our influences on it. I am the 'God' known as 'Genten', currently the 'Genten Cathedral'. I have created the angels of this world, winged humanoids capable of healing and defensive magics. However, they are not yet ready to survive on this world, loyal to my every word and command, and as much use a slave or servant could be, they depend too much on me. Granted, this is partially my fault, but with your help, I seek to correct that.
I would like to request a few teachers from your agency, capable of teaching the following subjects: (simple) building construction, farming, hunting, and tool construction. With those in their minds, I can rest more easily that they could take care of themselves.
I have little to offer you. However, this world is full of opprotunity. If you desire to set up an office on these islands, and live alongside the angels and whatever other species that the other Gods have created, or perhaps a few of your members desire to retire here, I would be willing to watch over them to make sure nothing too big bothered them. A word of advise, though: considering this world consists of flying islands, it may be advised to have those you send have some way of flight, unless they desire to spend their time stuck on one island.
I would be grateful for your consideration.
Genten
With that, Genten willed the letter away to the Agency, hoping that they responded positively to its request.
Almost immediately, reality distorts inside the cathedral, revealing a middle-aged woman in a long, dignified white dress.
"Greetings, Genten," she says, with a respectful nod. "I am Fortuna, Head of the Fortuna Magical Girl Agency. And I suspect you and I have similar origins. Let me guess: you were approached by an individual known as Lady Luck?"
"I am the last, I believe, of her previous batch of entertainment. It wasn't easy, but I managed to maintain some level of stability." She frowns. "Unfortunately, due to poor luck finally catching up to me, the planet we were headquartered on will shortly be destroyed. I hope you don't mind if, preliminary to our talks, I bring along my base of operations." With a wave of her hand, a floating high-tech fortress appears, teeming with Magical Girls.
"As compensation for our imposing on your space so suddenly, I am willing to make a gift to any and all of your female children of the mystic artifacts we use to create Magical Girls." Another wave of her hand, and thirty amulets, varied in form and function, appear, floating in midair. "I'd offer them to your males as well, save for the fact that they simply do not work on males."
A brief powwow ensues between your angelic creations, before the spokesman steps forward. "Our females all accept your generous offer."
The amulets fly, and each female angel transforms, becoming visually distinct from each of the others.
"Aside from that, we find your offer most generous and agreeable. I accept your terms on behalf of the Agency."
+1 to all negotiation rolls.
AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I can control my own background music now! I'm a GOD! MWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH
Man, this is a rush. I
change the music, then
again, then
again, then
again...
. . .
Okay, bored now.
What do?
. . .
I'll ask Phillippe.
I lean back and look through to the Pimpwalker's main body, where Phillippe is resting.
"Yo, Phillippe! What do we do now?"
Phillippe twitches.
. . .
Ooooh, snap! That's right, he's wounded. I should probably do something about that.
"I wish Phillippe was in peak condition."
(OOC: +1 for a roll involving Phillippe.)
A
Full Restore pops into your hand, and you use it on Phillippe, causing an instant recovery! He's better than ever, though a little displeased that you waited this long to heal him.
+1 to next Phillippe roll.
The sun... gone! Exploded!
If the bear had a hand it would have opted to hide its face with it in shame. As it was, it made do with a paw to the snout.
This was obviously the doing of one of the individuals. What did it expect? Every second on this planet was a gamble, a risk for its kind.
It could only think of one solution.
They must leave now, and never come back.
And without much fuss, they do, suddenly vanishing to who-knows-where.
Well that happened. I've got no idea what to do now. Althugh it's nice to have a favor owed to you.
"So, what should we do now?"
Yuki just shrugs. "I don't really know."
You know, you'd think I would have plenty of ideas of what to do with reality warping, even with the potential downsides.
"Want me to think of something at random?"
"Sure. Why not?"
So I make a command to the universe. Surprise Me...
All that does is give you
a boot to the head.
Oh, and you now seem to be on Earth and there are a bajliiion other Earths in the area, but that seems to be completely unrelated.
Oh for-
Alright. I'm going to revive myself as a space dragon.
Unfortunately, the only thing that seems to happen is your metallic skin gaining a more
scaly texture.
"Greeting mortals I have summoned you here!"
Time to start over I guess due to not getting cultist, but I'm a lord of Chaos. I can corrupt planets just by taking to change these people to my side will take nothing.
"Um... hi?" Your announcement seems to mean little to them; perhaps they're in shock. However, "We're gonna die" guy has stopped panicking, seeing that neither you or the Defiler are attacking. Progress?
EVENT: WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT ENEMIES
SlugSLinger has access to all of his alternate selves. Unfortunately, by doing so, he has also attracted the attention of every single one of his enemies, and they are out for blood... ideally SlugSLinger's, but some of them might happily attack others.
EVENT: IS IT JUST ME, OR IS IT GETTING CHILLY?
Planet Krogoth no longer has a consistent method of getting heat. The heated trees and the force field around the planet will help for a while, but the chill will begin to set in at the end of Phase 18, giving everyone on Krogoth -1 to all rolls.
EVENT: CRISIS OF INFINITE EARTHS
Every single Earth that ever existed has popped into existence! Knowing the way humans work, you can probably expect a large-scale interplanetary war to erupt shortly. This event affects anyone on any version of Earth.
EVENT: DEPORTED
Everyone who was on Planet Krogoth is now on Planet Earth. But, um...
which Earth? There seem to be an awful lot of them around right now...
