munchkinomatic
Douchiest of Bags
- Location
- The land of Skepticism
The tiny machine had no idea what's going on. Confused and irritated, it decided to turn upon the Creator's go-to maxim for when things get confusing and irritating.
A soft whine rose high in her throat. A sword made for battle she might be, but even Kintsugi had her limits. And she did not want to die for the fourth time in so many minutes.
At least the first thing was dead, but what was she going to do about this one? She was wounded and something weird was going on with her powers.
...maybe if she had her hellicarrier attack? It could hurt, but so could a lot of other things. Kintsugi slithered back and pointed herself at the thing's friend. "Kill it!"
"It's isn't fair" Ziizo said while touching her wounded knee "I cannot even say that bad joke because it wasn't a arrow"
"Aren't you forgetting something" Sharp Spear interrupted.
Ziizo pulled her wallet from the hammerspace in the ring and grabbed a coin "I already planned something" she said "I plan to use this coin to make the next laser bounce and hit that boulder over" she explained pointing to a nearby hanging rock "a part of the boulder will hit the flaming crossbow over there" she continued pointing to the mentioned trap "that will change it's bolt path into the explosives over there and so on until all traps here activate in a completely safe manner .... at least for us, I don't care if I accidentally kill the guy that put us in this low budget Saw movie"
"That must be one of the stupiest plans I have hear" Said Sharp Apear truthfully.
"It the only kind of plan that worked since this started" Ziizo answered looking with a confused expresion towards the lasers "these things are taking a lot of time to recharge"
"FUCK! OK, I'M GOING TO THE LOCATION OF THAT FUCKING SCIENTIST, RIGHT NOW! SURELY SHES RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL OF THIS! JUST THE TYPE TO ATTEMPT TO KILL ALL THE OTHERS IN HER HYPOCRITICAL MIND! PROBOBLY DOESN'T KNOW THE AFTERLIFE EXISTS.
"After all that bravado and bluster, just to die like some sort of lesser being....."
The depressing realization of its own mortality struck the formless being.
"What is the point of existence if even one such as me can end in such an ignoble manner? How can lesser beings even bear to stand it?", the Entity not normaly one for things such as philosophy mused, mulling over what it had believed and what it now knew about reality.
"I have failed and that Avatar's still out there and it's now a part of reality itself, with all the powers I once wielded at its disposal, the universe ripe for the taking...". Krogoth felt an odd urge to stare at hands it didn't have as it realized the implications of what was to come, "What have I wrought? I've likely doomed reality itself because of my arrogance!"
Falling to the closest thing a formless being had to knees Krogoth simply stayed there for a time, wallowing in its failure in the empty afterlife. The Entity would likely have stayed there for the rest of eternity if a sudden wave of anger had not began to sweep over its already emotional mind. A strong feeling of determination forcing it to stop moping, instead driving it forward, a sense of purpose, a self imposed penance that demanded Krogoth redeem itself of its failure.
But first, Krogoth would need a proper body if it was to return to reality, one of power and rightiousness, a form fitting for a humbled god seeking redemption.
"I have no idea.." I say, as I look around.
"It would appear that someone is messing up reality.." I mumble, then look down at Earendil.
"Home is where the heart is, is it not?" I asked, ready to teleport myself to Middle Earth during the 3rd age..
I facepalmed as I realized what I forgot to do for Asylum, before considering how I could deal with it. I wanted no part of what I was currently dealing with at the moment, but I was stuck on how I could teleport-proof my home and get back to it at the same time. Ultimately I settled on a device that would automatically bring me and Anne back to Asylum after any unwanted departures. Actually, even better, one that would allow me to freely travel back and forth between Asylum and the rest of reality with a mere thought! Ooh, let's also make it set my respawn location to Asylum.
I grinned maniacally as the plans formed in my mind, a storm of ideas reaching critical mass. Of course, I wanted it to actually be in Asylum, but I could just will it into being. Yes, with this machine I and those I designate can simply be wherever we want or need to be, with none of that inconvenient travelling between! Cackling as I did so, I forced my will upon reality.
Also @Whisper1 I know you're listening. This could possibly be a great opportunity to make contact with several of the other people Lady Luck dragged into this scenario. Perhaps you could set up some sort of group to help keep some of the more dangerous lunatics under control?
Jake looks around, weathering through the heat of the flames. This wasn't Uminari city, and he definitely didn't want to be here with Count Dracula and Dr. Tacky Cape, a.k.a Doom. But when in Rome do as the Romans and try to salvage as much as one can from the situation.
...That probably wasn't how the saying goes, but hey! He tried.
"Okay!". Jake spoke. "We appear to be in some stone hallway lined with traps! By tht logic, this must be a dungeon! Hence, it is time for!" Jake readied a Divine Buster. "A dungeon bypass!"
He fires a beam of energy at the wall, hoping it's steong enough to carve out a path straight out of... Wherever this place is.
*Twitch*
.
.
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raising my hand to the communicator...
"Destroy the place... Fire all weapon systems and raise shields"
"I'll take that as a 'no'. Allow me to show you who you're dealing with, little baby undead dragon god." I said, ignoring the traps that had struck me.
I raised the sword of shadows and slashed downward, creating chains of shadow, each one then remaining on his essence (Not the body) after striking him, wrapping and immobilizing him.. painfully.
"Consider yourself fortunate that I'm in a good mood this hour." I said, even as they wrapped around him.
(OOC: With +1 from shadow rolls.)
...Ouch...
...I want to teleport back to where I was, to where my fleet is... not an unfriendly place like this...
I was never very good at parties anyway.
"We're back," Kester sounded as relieved as his ring-voice would allow. "I am sorry about... earlier. I don't know-"
"That's okay," the girl said. "I killed them all."
There was a pause.
"And anyway that wasn't the first time I've died. I just didn't want you to be brainwashed. Friggin' eldritch abominations, they always have to be all-powerful and drive everyone mad..."
"...How did you die the first time?"
"Let's just say it involved an evil overlord and my least favourite food. I think he's on one of those screens right now. The one facing off with the dragon Grim Reaper."
"I see him," Kester said. "Should we do something? Perhaps enough life energy will change the dragon's nature so it is no longer a threat."
The overlord slashed down with his sword.
"I think he can take care of himself," the girl said.
"I am not a leader, doctor. But I suppose this is a networking opportunity, at least from a certain point of view..."
Might as well have an awesome comms setup to go with the surveillance. She could probably base it on an improved version of Nim's telepathy. One that could address one or several individuals as required, and private to her and them.
First message, private, to the kobold/goblin-person in charge of the stone fortress: "This is your idea of a party?"
I have no idea what just happened but good god did that hurt, and ooooh god it's that crazy scientist.
She hasn't reacted to me yet. She's just... cackling.
. . .I should use my x-ray vision on her. Just to, ah, make sure she isn't smuggling weapons.
Yeeeeeeah. Weapons.
. . .
...Well, whatever. X-Ray vision is my new favorite power. Saving that sight to the mental scrapbook. Now, back to the issue at hand.
An insane, plausibly homicidal scientist is cackling in front of me. Typically, when such an individual starts to cackle, you want to be anywhere else, because the next step is probably unleashing their doomsday device, or army of atomic supermen, or whatever.
My first instinct is to get back in the Pimpwalker and get the hell out of here, all subtle-like. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am, the Pimpwalker isn't exactly stealthy, and so many other things.
So, once more, what I need is a distraction. And who should happen to be nearby but Enydnu, all fired up and ready for vengeance! Wonderful.
Nudging her with my elbow, I nod towards the scientist.
"Hey, Enydnu", I mock whisper. "It's that CRAZY SCIENTIST I mentioned. The one what has the ROBOTS and the DEATH RAYS and the EVIL PLANS."
Nodding to myself, I then step back. Whatever the hell Enydnu does now is up to her. Hopefully it will be sufficiently distracting.
In the meantime, I need a disguise.
. . .
Wait, why do I need a disguise? Scientist-lady shouldn't have seen anything but the Pimpwalker. I doubt she knows what I look like. I can just pretend that the Pimpwalker isn't mine! Hahah! Flawless.
Okay, so I just need to be able to communicate with Phillippe, and tell him to stomp around a bit or something. It's brilliant.
"I wish for the ability to communicate telepathically!"
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE IS HAPPENING?!" Captain Egret roared, as he flung the boulder that would have crushed the ship off into the corner, where nobody was standing.
"Nice save, Captain!" Doc Ironside yelled cheerfully, as the crew scurried to keep the ship steady in the storm of activating traps and party streamers.
"Captain!" Cardiff shouted, as she looked at the unfolding chaos. "There's no way we can get the civilians out of the crossfire with this madness going on! We need to restore order somehow!"
Captain Egret grinned. "Oh, I have just the thing," he replied
And then he made his ring shine brilliantly, and his voice boomed across the fortress.
"In the darkest of hours, when chaos reigns in the streets, those who would protect the downtrodden must not give up hope! As long as the Global Marines draw breath, we will be there, to strengthen the resolves of the just, and to strike fear in the hearts of evil!"
He pointed towards the heavens.
"SO LISTEN UP! IF YOU DESIRE TO STAND BY MY SIDE AGAINST THE FORCES OF EVIL AND CHAOS, THEN LOOK TO THE SKY! AND BEHOLD THE BANNER OF JUSTICE!"
(OOC: Crunch-wise, I'm trying to use the ring to create a mighty flag of the Marines out of light to use as a rallying point for like-minded individuals. I'll be using my +1 to all construction roll, and my usual +1 to all light rolls for the roll. If you think it applies here, then I'll also be using my +1 to all negotiation rolls.)
"That's a close one..." I observe the arrow on ground that nearly turn me into a pincushion and back at the stone wall again. It seems like whatever is shooting me is a trigger mechanism or someone who duck out of view, either way it's a deadly shot that meant for no trespasser to come by...
But it is after all what I've find here even if there's nobody here to get to know what's going on, after tirelessly walking through the woods plus finding a bear snoring away. The fact that I've found myself facing a stone wall and nearly got shot by an arrow is quite disorienting. Perhaps this journey doesn't seem fruitless at all for whenever there's a wall there's a city or fort, whenever there's a city or fort there's people, and there's people there's someone that can inform me of this place and situation... Unless it's a ruin city, a border, or just a random wall with arrow launches on it, then I'm all out of luck.
Now I find myself deciding whether to break down this wall or find an entrance to this place, though it seems breaking down the wall here is very rude to someone who lives behind the wall. I ain't enacting 'Shingeki No Kyojin' on this wall just so because I'm nearly got shot, due to it having defense mechanism or someone guarding who hasn't yet pop up and yell a warning at me. It's safe to assume that it's a defense mechanism...
It seem like I'm forgeting about something but whelp, time to find the entrance now. Ain't gotta think much more about how I nearly got killed *shiver*....
"I accept," Dinac says, bowing before the being of pure light. "But only if I get the ability to turn into a kickass dragon!"
Genten mused as he flew around the forested flying islands, trying to find where the cathedral had rested before he was forcibly ejected from the world.
The search was taking longer than expected, which meant that he was wasting time that could be spent advancing towards his goals.
"How is the teaching of my children going, Fortuna?" Genten asked, the form of a male angel appearing before the woman. "If you have time, I would like your help with something."
"There are many others contesting for control of this world, which may run cross-purposes to each other," Genten explained. "It would be better served for everyone to try to get along, to try to work together, and perhaps we can get done even quicker."
"So, I am teleporting all those blessed by the Lady here into my walls," Genten stated. "I desire you to be on hand to make sure that everyone behaves themselves and to give a warning of what happens when we compete too much. You have personal experience with your previous world, which is what I hope to prevent in this one."
With that, Genten expanded, doubling in size with new rooms being added to various parts of the cathedral they were, hoping to hold all the guests that they were bringing forth.
"Blessed by the Lady, I call upon thee. Wielders of her might, I summon thee. Reverse Teleport!"
"Stop fighting now."
And as a say this I have my 2 defilers ready to attack and shoot, as well as gather great warp energy for an attack
"What is going on here."
Edit:FUCK! YOU! DICE! GODS!
Truly I lived in mad universe if nothing here even phased me anymore.
"Adam, attempt to move us into interstellar space. I don't want to be anywhere near this planet."
If nothing else, I could leave this world before whatever brought me here could do...whatever it was trying to do. Maybe I could even escape the attentions of the crazy fellow in power-armor.
The tiny machine had no idea what's going on. Confused and irritated, it decided to turn upon the Creator's go-to maxim for when things get confusing and irritating.
Gah! The bear awoke with a start. Where was he now? What madness had transpired as he had slept, let slip that vigilance against the dangers of this never-ending madness?
It turned around, took in the bridge as it sat on the Captain's chair, bears manning their stations at a brisk efficiency.
Good, good.
It relaxed.
Order was still maintained and a quick check confirmed all its abilities were still available, held at the end of its claws.
Now, to work.
@MrEgret Apologies Captain, I was... indisposed. Needless, I offer an alliance of convenience. Our goals are similar, you and I. Protection. It would be beneficial to pool our abilities towards this. And to prove my sincerity I shall assist you in your current predicament.
The bear swiveled its seat forward and ordered the crew to battle stations. The ship accelerated towards the coordinates of Egret.
And the bear settled on the cushions, willed reality to warp to its whims. A fleet of AI and telepathic controlled ships, connected to its mind in a similar manner as its connection with the Forest. The fleet is it, but it is more than the fleet.
Ignoring the pulse of darkness and several dozen of your bodies being destroyed by telefrag into a cathedral wall, your remaining bodies join together into a fifty-foot-tall killer robot!
...huh. Where's that music coming from? Oh, whatever.
+1 to next attack roll. -1 to next roll.
''Neither do I..'' I mumble.You teleport and AUGH LAVA FIRE AUGH
Tyrannops is Dead.
Right as you reach the afterlife, a tremor rocks the place. A feeling of blackness washes over you.
...has Ancalagon made his next move? You have to go back. Like it or not, you're responsible for putting. Him. Down.
And then, without further ado, you're back to life, at the edge of a volcano.
"...I have no idea what just happened," mutters Earendil.
"ARGBLAGHGUH!" The sudden transition between being crushed by a spaceship and back to life startles me. At first I've found the entrance from the stone wall then my vision warped itself and I'm at a cathedral being crushed by a spaceship, a sudden annoyance to how someone just warp me into a dangerous comes to mind without any regards of space and privacy. Before I shake the thought off and assess the situation...Finding the entrance is actually pretty easy: in a fit of strange irony, it's practically the only part of the fort that doesn't appear to have been damaged in any way, shape, or form.
You shiver, feeling a pulse of darkness. Something's not righ- WHAT WHY ARE YOU IN A CATHEDRAL
AUGH SPACESHIP NO NO NO
Backup04 is Dead.
...it can't end like this. You haven't done anything really cool with these powers yet!
Oh hey, you're back in the cathedral. And not dead.
PHASE 25: DOES THIS MEAN WE HAVE TO MOVE AGAIN?
"The teaching goes well," Fortuna replies with a small smile. "Your children are eager to learn."
A pulse of darkness floods through you. Fortuna shivers. "I don't like the feel of that."
Then, she hears your plan, and her eyes widen. "Wait! You should find out-!"
Suddenly, you're bursting at the seams with dragons, spaceships, fortresses...
"-how many... there are... first..."
+1 to all teleportation rolls.
EVENT: OVERSTUFFED CATHEDRAL
Um. Everything and the kitchen sink is inside Genten Cathedral. That can't be good for the cathedral's structural integrity.
"Chosen of the Lady," Genten intoned, having another illusion of an angel appear before a group of people as Genten's voice echoed through the halls. "Welcome to my halls. I am the one known as 'Genten'. I would like to apologize for the rough arrival; I feel my Luck-induced spell to bring you all here was a little too powerful."
"Regardless, I have brought you here for a reason:" Genten continued. "To talk of way to collaberate so that we don't step on each other's toes in this new world, and so we don't do anything that might threaten this world without one of us taking action to deal with the resulting problem. And, perhaps, work together so our efforts prove greater than they would be if they were apart."
"However, due to my teleportation of you, we will have to... ugh... be quick with negotiations," Genten moaned, its structures starting to groan under the weight of all the beings. "I will return you all from where you came from shortly, if you don't decide to walk out of here yourselves. Be warned; I am flying us in midair, trying to find my floating island, so you will need a method to fly if you do leave that way."
Genten created paper and pens in front of each of the summoned that were still living.
"To make this quick," Genten stated, "please, put down your desires for yourselves and this world on these papers. I'll collect them shortly, and study them to... ugh... see where we might collaberate, work together, and avoid going cross-purposes."
@Muhkat Lomorki, @Zeitgeist Blue, @Lotus Eater, @WiseFoolOfDeath, @Novus Ordo Mundi, @The3rdCorinthian, @MS-21H "Hawke", @Hoshino Yumemi, @Shard, @munchkinomatic, @SlugSLinger, @pharaoh112, @TenMoreMiles, @Camellia, @I just write, @RadioactiveSpoon, @Whisper1, @Krogoth, @EternalLurker, @backup04, @Lord Scoro, @Mr Egret
"Chosen of the Lady," Genten intoned, having another illusion of an angel appear before a group of people as Genten's voice echoed through the halls. "Welcome to my halls. I am the one known as 'Genten'. I would like to apologize for the rough arrival; I feel my Luck-induced spell to bring you all here was a little too powerful."
"Regardless, I have brought you here for a reason:" Genten continued. "To talk of way to collaberate so that we don't step on each other's toes in this new world, and so we don't do anything that might threaten this world without one of us taking action to deal with the resulting problem. And, perhaps, work together so our efforts prove greater than they would be if they were apart."
"However, due to my teleportation of you, we will have to... ugh... be quick with negotiations," Genten moaned, its structures starting to groan under the weight of all the beings. "I will return you all from where you came from shortly, if you don't decide to walk out of here yourselves. Be warned; I am flying us in midair, trying to find my floating island, so you will need a method to fly if you do leave that way."
Genten created paper and pens in front of each of the summoned that were still living.
"To make this quick," Genten stated, "please, put down your desires for yourselves and this world on these papers. I'll collect them shortly, and study them to... ugh... see where we might collaberate, work together, and avoid going cross-purposes."
"If you wish to speak with me for a purpose, just talk," Genten continued. "I am this Cathedral, after all; as long as you are in my halls, I will hear you."
With that, Genten redoubled their efforts to find their floating island. It had become more urgent to reach it before they collapsed.
"Fortuna..." Genten stated, "I might suggest getting your girls and my children prepared to evacuate... I hope its not needed, but I'm not sure my current form can withstand much more of this."
Yay! Kintsugi smiled in celebration. Hopefully no more of them would be coming through. The shiver wiped that smile off her face. She braced herself for an attack.The helicarrier fires bullets of gold, and tears right through the being's armor, killing it quite handily!
Suddenly, you shiver. Something's wrong... as if a great evil has been unleashed...
Wait, why are you in a cathedral?!
Kintsugi grabbed at the papers and scribbled into it. The handwriting was a child's scrawl, but the words were legible enough."...I wish I had paused to listen to you before acting," Genten's illusionary angel sighed at Fortuna, facepalming.
After a moment, Genten felt a growing pain in their body. Their real body of the Cathedral, not the illusionary body Genten had projected within its walls. Their will of teleporting seemed to have gone horribly right, teleporting several people in the walls, and teleporting all their posessions in as well.
The flying cathedral shivered as it tried to stay aloft, at least long enough to land.
They'd have to make the negotations quick... before they collapsed under their weight.
@Muhkat Lomorki, @Zeitgeist Blue, @Lotus Eater, @WiseFoolOfDeath, @Novus Ordo Mundi, @The3rdCorinthian, @MS-21H "Hawke", @Hoshino Yumemi, @Shard, @munchkinomatic, @SlugSLinger, @pharaoh112, @TenMoreMiles, @Camellia, @I just write, @RadioactiveSpoon, @Whisper1, @Krogoth, @EternalLurker, @backup04, @Lord Scoro, @Mr Egret
"Chosen of the Lady," Genten intoned, having another illusion of an angel appear before a group of people as Genten's voice echoed through the halls. "Welcome to my halls. I am the one known as 'Genten'. I would like to apologize for the rough arrival; I feel my Luck-induced spell to bring you all here was a little too powerful."
"Regardless, I have brought you here for a reason:" Genten continued. "To talk of way to collaberate so that we don't step on each other's toes in this new world, and so we don't do anything that might threaten this world without one of us taking action to deal with the resulting problem. And, perhaps, work together so our efforts prove greater than they would be if they were apart."
"However, due to my teleportation of you, we will have to... ugh... be quick with negotiations," Genten moaned, its structures starting to groan under the weight of all the beings. "I will return you all from where you came from shortly, if you don't decide to walk out of here yourselves. Be warned; I am flying us in midair, trying to find my floating island, so you will need a method to fly if you do leave that way."
Genten created paper and pens in front of each of the summoned that were still living.
"To make this quick," Genten stated, "please, put down your desires for yourselves and this world on these papers. I'll collect them shortly, and study them to... ugh... see where we might collaberate, work together, and avoid going cross-purposes."
"If you wish to speak with me for a purpose, just talk," Genten continued. "I am this Cathedral, after all; as long as you are in my halls, I will hear you."
With that, Genten redoubled their efforts to find their floating island. It had become more urgent to reach it before they collapsed.
"Fortuna..." Genten stated, "I might suggest getting your girls and my children prepared to evacuate... I hope its not needed, but I'm not sure my current form can withstand much more of this."
Jake looks at Victor von Tacky Cape fighting some Pokemon Trainer he doesn't recognize. Eh, let them kiil each other and leave the victor weak enough for Jake to kill himself for now...You blast a large hole into the wall! ...unfortunately, all that appears to have done is expose more hallways.
You shiver at a sudden feeling of blackness and evil. ...something's wrong. Even more so than Count Tacky Cape and Victor von Tacky Cape.
At this point, you're so used to changes in scenery that your sudden appearance in a cathedral doesn't really faze you. Dracula, however, mutters something in a foreign language that you suspect is a curse word. Then he lunges at you, swiping with his claws (and since when did he have claws?) and only barely being grazed by Doom's attack on him. Thankfully, you avoid the worst of the blow, but nonetheless, he has drawn blood.
"Urgh... So. Jake. We meet again." A man in some sort of cloak with eyes on it is hobbling towards you, cane in one hand and a Pokeball in the other. "Twice, you have prevented me from conquering Unova. So now, I will erase you from existence!"
"Get in line, peasant," Doom growls. "This man is mine to destroy!"
"So I'll have to destroy you first, then. No matter." He throws the Pokeball, revealing a buffalo thing that charges at Doom, who literally takes the bull by the horns and throws it into a wall. This, however, seems to have only pissed off the buffalo.
-1 to next roll.
It seems humility has given you the strength to finally take physical form. It's not as impressive as you were expecting, perhaps, but it give the general appearance of strength and nobility, so you'll take it.
You shiver, feeling a dark feeling wash over you, and an upheaval in the "landscape" around you. The Avatar must have done something... You have to stop him!
And then, with that, your determination becomes enough to bring you back to life. Though you're in a cathedral for some reason.
Well....there was only one option left.Alarms start going off, mirroring a feeling of deep dread that sweeps through your body without warning.
"Systems have gone offline! Some sort of energy pulse! Troubleshoo-"
Before Adam can finish his sentence, you and your ship are teleported into the wall of a stone fortress. Silvan Eldar is Dead.
...why does the afterlife look like the planet's atmosphere?
...oh. You're a ghost. As is the ship. Somehow.
And now you're no longer a ghost? What the heck...?
....
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"Huh..." I really don't know what to expect out of all this... Nor do I have any desire whatso ever right now... Still with the paper right in front of me and the winged being ask for what I wanted and not get in each other ways, I write down what I thought about it.
N/A, I'm new here and don't know what the frank is going on. Thus I'm postponing this slip of paper and ask what's going on around here, really?
@Random Tale
"*Cough* Excuse me Mr.Genten, do you know what's going around here and what powers are we actually given? Is it randomise powers or something else?... Do you have any clue on what we're actually suppose to do here or are we doing what we wanted around here just as you mentioned? Cause I don't have any tips or toes on what's going on here since I've arrived or suddenly appear amongst the glowing forest."
You wake up from some kind of coma/sleepwalk you have been under for the past who knows how long.
Aaaand the cathedral's sentient. And is willing to discuss shit with you.
"Well then, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Corin. My alignment is Chaotic/Neutral Good. The last thing I remember is some kind of shenanigans involving the sun going out, and I tried to reignite it. Can somebody give me a run down of what's happened since then? Also I have a Gate of Babylon and possibly a kryptonian physiology. Closest thing I have to a desire is to acquire cool shit and use it like some kind of superhero, which of these vibes I'm getting are real, I think we may need. So in that regard, I Wish I Was A Kamen Rider!"
I soon got to building an automated weapons system designed to intercept anyone trying to get to Asylum without proper authorization. Let's also make it respond to attacks upon myself or Asylum in the same manner: opening fire upon the perpetrator.
As for the specifics of the weapons system itself, thinking such confidential information out loud would just be foolish in the current circumstances. Still, the temporal stutterbeam would be an excellent weapons system, especially when it was accompanied by something to deal with all he various defensive abilities that these people loved to have.
An image of a male angel appears in front of Corin.
"I see, I see," the angel muses, looking at the student. "We all desire some kind of power, correct? As long as you don't use it against the world, myself, my children, or our allies, I won't stop you from gathering what you wish. As to what has happened, I am afraid I fell out of contact for a few days; my return to conciousness in this world was marked by the results you see around you."
The angel fades.