OPEN MAIN STORY One Good Lie -- How The Scattering Began

[Wade von Mackensen]

PREVIOUSLY ON THE EVRENSEL CONFLICT​

Chaos! It is rampant across the multiverse. On dozens of worlds, a strange catastrophe has plagued them. A beam of light, like a laser being shot down from the heavens, would smash into their worlds with the force of a hydrogen bomb. As the shockwave would ripple for miles, the blast would emit the light into a sphere of blinding white, as though the whole world was about to be scorched into nothing but atoms. Yet, those engulfed by it would not be destroyed. Instead, they were thrown across the cosmos. Time and space passed by at light speed, entire galaxies whisking by in the blink of an eye, but when they finally reached the end of this transdimensional trip, they would find themselves lost and scattered across a dead planet.

Earth, to be precise. It had been ravaged by war, and humanity had been brought to the brink of extinction. Monsters roamed the old metropolitan cities, while bandits and wastelanders took control of what little remained. But, the human species, like the cockroaches they were, still clung to life. They had begun to rebuild piece by piece, starting with a city along the Aegean Sea coast of Greece, and forming a coalition of surviving civilizations into one super government, aimed at retaking the Earth. Along with that, nomadic tribes that survived off the scarred land worked in unison to develop themselves into city states, government by their own laws. The coalition government, the United Republics of Earth, believed scattered beings to be the cause of the Earth's destruction, and humanity's downfall. All scattered beings will either be captured or executed on sight.

How did this happen? Why were they all dragged through space? What happened to their homes? Who was responsible? Such questions could only be found by exploring the remains of this Ruined Earth...

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Within the Aegean Sea lay a graveyard of ships from countless worlds. Spacecrafts, ocean dwellers, frigits and battleships across history, they had all found themselves clashing and colliding together in this mass of rusted metal and rotting wood. Why this place was a magnet for lost ships was completely unknown, but made for great salvage by those brave enough to venture into the shipyard. Not only could scattered be found here, but aquatic monsters had made these old wrecks their new homes. And worst of all was a ghost that haunted this heap. A being of legend, even in this Ruined Earth.

Davey Jones. He and his crew made this graveyard their new home, and any trespassers would be met with death and despair. Those unfortunate enough to be captured had a choice: death, or eternal service as member of his crew. Those newly arrived scattered in this place would have the misfortune to be hunted by him, but thanks to the rescue of those working with the 'Scattered Corps,' a militia of scattered beings working together to find a means of this planet, and an attack by a battalion of military soldiers from the last human civilization on earth, they would escape with their lives.

A submarine would escort them through the waters depths, while Jones would be captured by the U.R.E. It seemed his terror across the Aegean had become too much, and they had decided to finally take him down. And in that distraction, the scattered would sail safely through the Aegean islands, before being brought to a barge to rest and recoup from such an endeavor.

Though it wasn't just some simple sea bearing ship...

ONE GOOD LIE
How the 'Scattering' Began

Starring:
Red X -- @Hymeno Ran
Aodh -- @Otomos
Sam Harper -- @PolyesterH
Korvax Severin -- @Signupname
The Engineer -- @thesuprememachine
Portia Maxima -- @Goonfire
Jessica Jones -- @Epiphany​

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These ships, while their origins unknown, made traversing the world an easier task than on the ground. Aerial creatures were a minimum threat at the height they traveled, along with the risk of being detected by radar from the ground. The speed as well doubled that of sea vessels and ground transport, and if needed, could land on both water and earth. When the sub was safely miles from harm, the ''SS Epiphany" came down from the clouds, attaching it to its underside, and flew off as quickly as it appeared. Over the next few days, the rescued heroes would be given time to recoup and recover. As well, the Epiphany would meet up with other Scattered that had joined the ranks recently, and resupply before their next voyage.

To the last remaining human city on the Ruined Earth. Fao City. All of them would be given a message to meet on the deck of the ship, 'so you can greet each other properly.' The deck was protected from the high winds by a light force field, which were powered by the vibrant solar sails, so there was only a light breeze to be felt once out in the open. The crew was made up of dozens of different scattered from a variety of worlds, while the ship itself, impressive it was to wander through, was showing its age with rust and faulty mechanical issues. Still, at least it wasn't on the verge of falling out of the sky.

 

[Epiphany]

Striding up onto the deck came a remarkably nondescript woman. Dark brown hair tumbled past her shoulders over a black leather jacket and a plain white T-Shirt whose only logo was a bright orange logo that said 'Fuck Fortnite' on it. Tucked into a pair of somewhat battered blue jeans and tough black ankle-length boots, she looks nothing like a Scattered hero or warrior or soldier. Just a permanently pissed off woman, the kind you'd see in a bar or standing out on a street corner lighting up a cigarette.

Which was exactly what she did right now.

Taking the first long inhale and holding it, Jessica exhaled just as long as a look of pure bliss crossed her pale face. "Hey," she said, acknowledging one of the passing crew with the single syllable and a nod of her head. Then she slowly walked to the side of the force field and leaned over a little, peering over the side to see just how far up they were. "Jesus, what kind of bullshit keeps this thing up anyway?"

Turning away from the railing, she eyed anyone else coming up onto the deck.

 

[thesuprememachine]

A shorter man had been walking down the halls of the ship, looking at the hardware and engineering of the ship. It was indeed impressive, nothing he's ever seen before, but he did find himself having to repair certain parts of the ship, leaving him skeptical of where they had sourced this ship. It did seem rather old.

The man himself wore a yellow hardhat over his bald head, a pair of goggles that hid his eyes perfectly, a nice red collared shirt with a clean wrench logo on his shoulders, a pair of overalls with hip pockets, and a pair of boots that look like they've been through a lot.

As he had been wandering the ship, he watched a younger woman walk up to the deck. Dell wasn't exactly familiar with this scattered concept, but, at the very least, he knew scattered stick out like a sore thumb. She just looks like a typical women he'd find in the midst of the Badlands.

His boots squeaked softly as he walked over to the woman, his hands swaying by his side. He made his way over and decided to take a glance at his surroundings after hearing what she asked.

"I've been tinkerin' with the internals, it's sure as hell impressive. As for what keeps it up? Couldn't tell ya', ma'am. Though, I'll figure it out eventually."

His accent was very much clearly Southern. It wasn't stereotypical loudmouth, but Southern nonetheless.

 

[Wade von Mackensen]

Striding up onto the deck came a remarkably nondescript woman. Dark brown hair tumbled past her shoulders over a black leather jacket and a plain white T-Shirt whose only logo was a bright orange logo that said 'Fuck Fortnite' on it. Tucked into a pair of somewhat battered blue jeans and tough black ankle-length boots, she looks nothing like a Scattered hero or warrior or soldier. Just a permanently pissed off woman, the kind you'd see in a bar or standing out on a street corner lighting up a cigarette.

Which was exactly what she did right now.

Taking the first long inhale and holding it, Jessica exhaled just as long as a look of pure bliss crossed her pale face. "Hey," she said, acknowledging one of the passing crew with the single syllable and a nod of her head. Then she slowly walked to the side of the force field and leaned over a little, peering over the side to see just how far up they were. "Jesus, what kind of bullshit keeps this thing up anyway?"

Turning away from the railing, she eyed anyone else coming up onto the deck.

"JESSICA!" A familiar, and irritating voice, would shout out to her.

She wouldn't see them approaching from the stairs leading up the deck. Instead, they teleported right next to her; arms wide open like they were expecting a hug. "And here I thought I was the only one in this place!" The ever so cheerful Deadpool was thrilled one of his 'buddies' was stuck on this planet too, even if the last time they met each other, Jessica smashed her fist into his chin so hard, it was ripped clean off.

"Is Luke here? How 'bout Danielle, how's she doing? You happen to see Spidey around? I heard someone in his costume was running around. Oh, you think The Maker is involved in all this? Will you be joining Rivals eventually?" Chatty as ever was ol' Deadpool.

 

[Signupname]

These ships, while their origins unknown, made traversing the world an easier task than on the ground. Aerial creatures were a minimum threat at the height they traveled, along with the risk of being detected by radar from the ground. The speed as well doubled that of sea vessels and ground transport, and if needed, could land on both water and earth. When the sub was safely miles from harm, the ''SS Epiphany" came down from the clouds, attaching it to its underside, and flew off as quickly as it appeared. Over the next few days, the rescued heroes would be given time to recoup and recover. As well, the Epiphany would meet up with other Scattered that had joined the ranks recently, and resupply before their next voyage.

To the last remaining human city on the Ruined Earth. Fao City. All of them would be given a message to meet on the deck of the ship, 'so you can greet each other properly.' The deck was protected from the high winds by a light force field, which were powered by the vibrant solar sails, so there was only a light breeze to be felt once out in the open. The crew was made up of dozens of different scattered from a variety of worlds, while the ship itself, impressive it was to wander through, was showing its age with rust and faulty mechanical issues. Still, at least it wasn't on the verge of falling out of the sky.

'We are the Imperium; we are a slave to our past. Our future is bound to things that are lost to memory and legend. This is our strength, our curse and our destiny. Ask me not of the future; ask me instead what fate is written in the deeds of the dead.'

– Yoren Kipraus, Cardinal of Verronus. Martyred M36.245​

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[ Thought Cabinet - Morning ]

The town were famous of its bakeries. A hundred ovens produced daily the kind of confectionary that makes this quaint settlement a rather well known place in this region of backwater agri-world.
It says when one steps foot on its cobblestone road, they can smells the baked goods faint through the cool air.

It was a glorious Maitag dawn in Sirocco .
"Yes Mom, I know I know, but I got to go".
Said the boy, his mind think only of how it is going to be late for the transit car.
The boy quickly finished his breakfast,. He rushes for the door, but not before his mother gave him a last hug, or the father bristled his hair

The streets smells of baked goods that morning. Before everything. Before the world aflame.



Before it start raining ashes.

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He discarded that memories. There was nothing to do on the trip but prayers and reminiscence. Throughout most of his life, there was always work . The job of an Inquisitor is to always handling consecutive crises. He suppose that's the nature of the age. The Imperium has always been besieged.

And now, for the first time, there were...nothing.

He spoke with the other Imperial , Sister Portia occasionally to past the time. Mostly matters of theology and war stories.

[ Encyclopedia ] - Her insights on the Exegesis of Late Thorian Saint's Epistles reveals some interesting approach towards M37 Gathalamorian liturgies , if still limited by Orthodox rigidity
[ Espirit de Corps ] - While her accounts of the Cleansing of Meangor reveals some fascinating details about the events of the Troubles at the Hieramar March, something he had been intended to look into.


He steps back on the stairs, to the energy shielded deck of a disturbingly Eldar-like vessel. They are being called up, for what reason, he can't figured. But onwards he goes.

The Inquisitor steps up in full regalia. Jacket and wide-brimmed hat. The flock of cherub accompanying him like a retinue, their mechanical eyes connected directly to him through his psy-link to ensure his 360 vision. Chainsword and hand-cannon rest on his hips as his 2 closest cherubs huddles his long guns. Rosette present prominently on his belt.

Among the deck, a woman stood leaning over a balcony. One of his fellows 'Scattered'. A glowing lho- stick on her hands.

[ Electrochemistry ] - Instincts calls for him to light one up himself.

He approaches the woman as he ignite the mixture in his elaborately carved pipe.

Taking the first long inhale and holding it, Jessica exhaled just as long as a look of pure bliss crossed her pale face. "Hey," she said, acknowledging one of the passing crew with the single syllable and a nod of her head. Then she slowly walked to the side of the force field and leaned over a little, peering over the side to see just how far up they were. "Jesus, what kind of bullshit keeps this thing up anyway?"

[ Interfacing ] - The presence of sails and engines suggests likely something with similar principles to Aeldari crafts. Rather still a heaedache inducing mystery to the Mechanicus, they atleast had figures out some basic principles of how such machine works

" Likely solar sails powering Anti-grav engines. Ah, greetings. "

He tipped his hat a bit.

 

[Hymeno Ran]

"On the low, only love myself no more..."


Red X



The ship was old, but it was still impressive regardless. Not that the masked male was going to admit it out loud.
Exploring the ship was at the top of his list, maybe even learning what the others aboard had stashed away in their rooms. Learning of good escape routes was at number two of his mental list. But like any professional, he needed to keep up with his gear. So he remained in his room for a good chunk of the time, doubling checking everything with his belt before getting the message to meet up top.

Well, best learn just who to be wary of.

Donning his mask and belt, Red X strode out of the room, his footsteps silent as he made his way up top. And man... what a view.
He could get used to this, well... he was hardly in any rush to get back to his world. This place just had so many possibilities.

Red X glanced about, already spotting a few people milling about. He grimaced under his mask when spotting another costume wearer chatting it up with a woman who clearly wanted to enjoy her smoke in peace. He silently walked to another spot. Last thing he needed was a goody-two-shoes hero on his back. Or any of the others, just because they lacked a mask, didn't mean they didn't possibly lack morals akin to the Boy Wonder.

Robin was fun, amusing to fight with and whatnot.
But he knew how the kid worked, not the other guys, and he wasn't stupid to do something.

So, Red X kept to himself, his arms crossed as the breeze made his cape flutter a little.
Oh yeah, he could get used to a view like this.​

 

[PolyesterH]

Sam steps into the deck with clearly displayed confidence, her leather shoes clicking on the ground. He had spent a good while after being brought onto the ship observing, keeping themselves presentable. As far as most scattered were concerned, she was merely another fly on the wall, an office worker blending into the background. He preformed a few record keeping tasks, of course. It was smart to keep oneself useful. She had gained a reputation for having a friendly demeanor and a silvered tongue, valued traits for people ripped from their homes and lost.

Magically, she had built up an enigma. A maze of false positives for different personality traits that would explain her behavior. Those reading his mind would see just a relatively normal person trying to do her best. Those reading them spiritually would see much the same thing. If one looked at the flow of fate, one may notice it subtly blowing in her favor, yet another spell of his. All in all, it was a very robust defense.

Internally, ambition was starving. The spirit whispered in her ear, prodding him. Quietly making observations about the scene was able to keep this at bay. Wrapping individual vulnerable scattered around her fingers kept it just satisfied enough not to begin punishing they. It had little understanding of fickle things like 'context'. The opportunity he had was boundless, if only she could stay alive. If she played things properly, perhaps he could create an empire to rival the Exarch's themselves. One that spanned across universes instead of just one. Failing that, she would for the moment accept carving their name into history, a tale told forevermore.

But, back on the outside, she was enamored with the ship, paying attention to the individuals around him. "Wooowwwwwwww," the words escaped their mouth as they stepped onto the deck the first time. IN fairness, it was a good view. He's seen better, but it was basically impossible to tell from her mannerisms. Giving a wide grin, they take in the view in its entirety. Their gaze bounces between everyone as they retrieve a candy cigarette. After examining the last person, she waves at everyone in the room enthusiastically with his eyes half shut. "Hi everyone~"

 

[Epiphany]

@thesuprememachine
At the approach of the engineer, Jessica eyed the man a bit dubiously but shrugged at his assessment. "Glad someone knows this shit, I sure as hell don't. Just don't fuck up anything that's keeping us in the air, alright? God knows where we are if we crash."

She gave him another look and raised an eyebrow. "Where you from, anyway? You don't look like a local."

@Wade Von Doom
At the first "JESSICA!", Jessica twitched. Hard. She then reached into her black leather jacket and produced a slim silver flask of the kind intended to carry discreet liquor. As Deadpool's arms spread wide in a hug, she promptly popped off the cap on the silver flask and drained the entire contents in one single long swallow. Then she crushed the flask like it was paper, the metal producing a tortured shriek as it crumbled up in the fingers of one hand, before turning and hurling the condensed ball right off the side of the ship.

She absorbed the rest of the masked mutant's monologue seemingly without reaction. Jessica briefly glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the railing, as if seriously considering throwing herself off the ship. At last, she sighed and turned back to face the man.

And put on the biggest, fakest smile as she spread her own arms wide and said "WAAAAADE!" She promptly swept him up in a hug. "So many questions." And then she squeezed. "Why don't you take a minute to shut the fuck up?"

@Signupname
At which point the Inquisitor Korvax Severin approached. Just in time to watch the woman in the black leather jacket hugging the costumed man in her arms so tightly he appeared incapable of taking a breath. Ignoring his flailing, she flashed a grim at the Inquisitor.

"Oh hey. Nice pipe! Real collector's piece, am I right?" When he tipped his hat, she nodded back. Still squeezing the life out of the man in her arms. "Solar sails and anti-grav engines? Jesus, that's some real sci-fi shit. No crazier than anything else I've seen, though, I guess. Maybe you and my friend here," she gestured with her head over towards the engineer, "could share notes or something."

@Hymeno Ran
Distracted by squeezing Deadpool to death in a bear hug, Jessica failed to notice Red X at all.

@PolyesterH
At the enthusiastic greeting by the woman(?) in the corporate suit, Jessica said "Hey there. You get the message too? I'm Jessica. Jessica Jones. This here is Deadpool. I'm doing you all a favor by not letting him talk. Wave hello, Wade."

 

[Goonfire]

Sister Superior
Portia Maxima
Order of Our Martyred Lady​

Portia was a wreck. This dubious Aeldari-esque rust bucket sailed through the skies, and yet she saw no one praying for the Emperor's protection. The other displaced people seemed to not even know of Him. Were they blissfully ignorant? Did His light not reach their universes yet?

Perhaps this was a test of her faith. Perhaps she was to spread His word to other universes entirely. Perhaps the roar of her sacred weapons and growing mounds of slain foes would lead these humans to unite under one banner.

Most of Portia's time aboard the airship was spent patrolling the ship. As the sun set each day, she stopped at the bow. Her voice carried on the breeze as she sang a hymn in a language few knew:

Druvata Imperator dux noster;
in eman sua firmissimus.
Sacrificium eius illuminare fecit;
Druvata nostrae puritas.

Nos kandu electa eius
Egredere facem mahsemo.
Renuntiatio eius helel;
Per tenebras et pólemos.

Nam qui eius ma'or.
Azar mundans iacet.
Hostes Imperium,
Da veniam irae.

Ora Imperator, praebe nobis tuam fortitudinem
Ut simus tui justi khang.
Omnis ut efches,
Nullus furor sanctum eius effugiat.

On this particular day, Portia received word that people were to gather on the deck, to familiarize themselves with one another. Why wasn't this done sooner? Regardless of any answer she may fathom, she marched up, emerging from the cramped, dimly lit confines of the ship.

It was a bizarre scene unfolding here. Among fairly mundane greetings, a woman with raw strength likely equal that of Portia with her power armor squeezed a man, intent on silencing him. "Why do you forbid this man from speaking?" Portia asked slowly, her gaze lingering suspiciously on this 'Wade'. "Is he a blasphemer, or merely one who makes a servitor look smart?"

What a nickname! 'Dead-pool'... The many blades and vibrant red could denote a yearning for blood... for the blood god!? Her suspicion only grew, her heart palpating as she overthought the situation and judged Wade by her stringent standards.

 

[Otomos]

Walking through the ship, Aodh was impressed. It was hardly the first sky faring vessel it had been on, but they were not as grandiose in their designs. Thisseemed to have balanced out the function and the aesthetic well. Aodh did not know what allowed it to even move, there was not a sign of pure magic involved, and it had yet to show so much as a propeller for the mundane way of flight, but that was irrelevant for now. At this moment, it would need to play the part of "Sorceress Siri", and move on to the deck.

By the time Siri had arrived, there was already quite a gathering of people. One was even being strangled right in front of everyone... This group felt mixed. Some were good, others were evil, and all of them hoping that they'll find time to be the latter. Yes,it could taste their sins. So many unapologetic killers and holier-than-thou people. Some of them Aodh may attempt to work on. For now, however, Siri was interested in why everyone was called to greet each other, and what was in store for them. This would require interaction.

So Siri approached Jessica and Wade, smiled, and spoke,

"May I ask what he did to deserve this?"

 

[Epiphany]

@Goonfire
Jessica took one look at Portia, sized up all that armor and all that weaponry and said "Jesus Christ!"

Then she said took in the other woman's questions and started laughing. "Both. Both are true. Oh my God. You're killing me, smalls."

@Otomos
Then another woman turned up. A wizard or some shit like that? And asked yet another perfectly valid question. At which point Jessica just heaved a sigh and said "So much. Oh so much. It takes a lot to get on my bad side." The woman in the black leather coat and jeans paused for a moment, considered and said, "Okay, it doesn't take that much to get on my bad side. But this man aims for the bad side. He'll dive right off the edge of your bad side if he can find it, and he'll look for it if he can't find it by annoying the ever living fuck out of you."

"But at this point, all y'all are giving me weird looks so you might as well see for yourselves."

@Wade Von Doom
Jessica promptly released Deadpool and dropped him to the deck of the ship. Her hands went back to her hips for a moment, until she remembered her cigarette. Rather than lighting a new one, she picked up her dropped smoke and just started smoking it again.

"Deadpool. What a shitshow today's turning out to be." She appeared to be talking to herself with a look of supreme discontent on her face.

 

[Goonfire]

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Portia gasped as the strong woman admitted both guesses were correct. "Nonsense, sister. I am killing him. You have done fine work in silencing the heretical prate of your stalker, and therefore I, Sister Portia Maxima, will handle his cleansing. In His name!"

It quickly became apparent this militant nun didn't yet understand humor and figures of speech.

 

[thesuprememachine]

Dell chuckled under his breath watching the scene unfold. "Wade" had been tossed onto the ground, a large woman in a bulky suit of advanced armor had come questioning about such "Wade", and more minute nonsense. Dell tugged at his rubber glove, making a small squeaking noise too faint for anyone but him to hear. But hey, apparently the ship's having a little get together, probably meaning they're gonna be there for a bit. Why not make himself comfortable?

The engineer stood up fully and stretched out his back, making a popping noise. He then yawned and made his way out and down the hall. Engineer stuck his arms into his pouches and entered his room. It wasn't too pretty, but, it'll do. Some metal, blueprints, and tools were scattered on his desk. Along side a certain red toolbox that had the number "24" painted on it using a stencil in yellow. The toolbox had been coincidentally placed alongside a six pack of beer bottles. Engineer picked up the toolbox and the bottles, making his way back to the main area everyone had been making themselves comfortable.

The engineer finally made his way back, toolbox and beer in both hands. Dell threw the toolbox into the ground and kicked it harshly before the toolbox opened. Out came a metal chair with an umbrella and a beer-bottle-shaped cup holder. Convenient, right? The chair seemed firm and somehow comfortable with all of its joints that adjust to whomever sits in it. Dell sat down and used a can opener he implemented into the chair to open the bottle and took a gulp from the bottle.

 

[Wade von Mackensen]

~~GM~~

Why Deadpool didn't suspect anything as Jessica came in for a hug with him, it could only be further proof of his ignorance towards how people view him. Because with a big, innocent smile under his mask, he gladly embraced the former Jewel. Then there was an audible crunching noise. She not only snapped four of his ribs, but also began fracturing his spinal column. His smile immediately faded, and his head almost turned into a Panic Pete stress doll from how hard she squeezed. While she talked to Portia and Aodh like nothing was going on, Deadpool was flailing and gasping for air. He tried to speak, but only the terrifying sounds of choking would come out between each word Jessica uttered.

Thankfully she decided to release him before he died; his body hitting the floor with a loud thud. Although she probably should have just finished the job, because the pain was quite uncomfortable. "Uuuuuuuugghhh.... I've missed you too, Jess," he struggled to say a loud, raising up a pointed finger to the sky like a cartoon character would to show they were fine, but really weren't.

"Glad to see sobriety hasn't changed your mean streak," yet another familiar voice to Jessica would call out. Thankfully, one not as annoying... Depending on how she felt about his God... And craziness.

Moon Knight​

"We're gonna need it where we're going."
"Heeeeey, it's one big D-List superhero reunion!" Wade cried out shakily, his spine and ribs slowly regenerating. "Spector, you son of a bitch, put her there!" Finally standing again, although a bit wobbly, he held out his hand to give Marc a proper Arnold Schwartzenagger handshake. Moon Knight simply folded his arms. "... Uh... You're supposed to do the thing."

"Do you remember the last time we talked?"

"Oh, are you still angry about that?"

"You shot me."

"I didn't see you there!"

"I was right there in front of you."

"I didn't have my glasses with me! I'm far sighted!"

"We were five feet apart."

"Near sighted! Besides, it was dark!"

"It was mid-day."

"During an eclipse!"

Moon Knight just sighed and gave up trying.

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One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your story is, or was, it will now become forever altered.

Something suddenly starts to feel different. The surrounding air feels strange, like there's a build up of static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. The ground vibrates, and small ripples of air begin flowing, at first as a calm breeze, but then growing more intense in strength. To the point where they become shockwaves visible to the naked eye. Whatever is causing it can be seen in the sky.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding light around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… You come out the other end.

Such a fate, share by all those on board this ship, was Velaki's. The Tenno would find himself stranded on an island with several other scattered. One which was unfortunately populated by giant, man eating spiders. Yet, he and the others that survived would be rescued by the young man and his traveling companion that also rescued the others in the ship graveyard. Thanks to that old tin can of a submarine. They would join Velaki as he arrived at the deck too, and bet met with the strange sight of a woman strangling a red and black spandex man to death.

"Good heavens!" The young man, perhaps a decade older than Velaki, shouted out upon seeing Jessica wrangling the poor Wilson. "What on Earth is happening up here?!"

Tintin


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[OmniVoidal]

Velaki was glad to finally get off of that island, and out of the submarine. The giant spiders were something he could handle, even without a warframe to actually use his weapons to the best of his ability. The sub was it's brand of terrible since even during the height of the Old War, he had never been stuffed in a vehicle that cramped, though Infested ships may have been worse.

This was actually the first time Velaki had been on an opened deck ship like this, and it seemed to have its own flavor of ostentatiousness. Sure, there was gold, but nowhere near the amount he would have expected. As he walked, he adjusted his blindfold to make sure it was still tight, when he heard Tintin shouting about something that was going on deck.

"It looks like either the end result of a bad argument, or someone who's just physically affectionate and physically strong." Velaki wasn't too worried about the scene in front him, or at least wouldn't be until someone started screaming, or he heard something break. For now this was one of the first times in Lua knows how long that he was out of the Orbiter, and somewhere he could let his guard down even slightly. For now, he just took in the view of the sky and hummed a tune to himself.

 

[PolyesterH]

Sam gives Jessica an excited nod with a slightly thick Midwest accent, "My name's Sam, nice to meet ya!" She gets distracted by the new people's presence, but not for long. They all seemed either extremely intense or as completely unserious as possible. He was definitely the odd one out in how she chose to behave. Oh well, being a bit daft in this social situation suited them well. Right when she was about to speak, she watched actual children show up. It struck her that in all her exploits she hadn't really interacted with children in... any way at all. She felt the spirit speaking to him, worming into her ear, "Do not underestimate them," they hissed, "They may be young but they have more sense than they let on. The musical one is a threat. Even above our league. Even more than the others."

The spirit had a point. She had best started taking notes, unveiling the truths that hid beyond mortal eyes. She retrieved a pencil from her bag in a single fluid motion, twirling it in her hand. They began focusing on the social arts, particularly that of body language, mood, and expression. She had gotten used to a rather simple spell, she was getting to the point where she considered making it a rote. To get a general idea of what people were about and what they were doing. Upon the 7ths orbit in his right hand while studying, they stop suddenly, taking advantage of the end of a fourth blink, two disguised as surprise, while the other two getting back on track. All the while, he began to imagine the material fading away to reveal the supernal underpinnings. It was a blend of Fate, Space, and Spirit.

She was surprised by what she saw to be honest. It didn't take long to figure out that Velaki was beyond dangerous to her specifically. In truth, he could almost see the edges of something. Not a being per say, but more of a phenomena. It reminded her of the abyss. They... decided not to look into it. They didn't want to provoke them. The white cloaked guy was connected to some powerful spirit. Khonshu specifically. How odd. He could have SWORN they were a Seers plot and not that powerful of a spirit. Wade was... clearly exceptional somehow. Everyone was. She wouldn't be able to compete in a straight fight. This was fine, he was used to cheating. The other child was less threatening. The engineer was almost beneath her notice, as was the Inquisitor. Jessica, well they likely had something. They clearly have been through a lot. She was about in the middle of the group in terms of raw power.

Though, he did stop herself. Some of them may be magically oriented, some may be genius's, mayhaps extreme biology, there was a lot they didn't know. Their blind ranking may be dangerous, if not counter productive. She closes her eyes and gives a shrug with a big smile, "It is what it is. I certainly would love why we're up here. Have we been selected for something? This place has a wonderful view but I'd love to put my mind to something more than being a fly on the wall." His voice has a slight lift to it, the pitch increasing ever so slightly.

 

[thesuprememachine]

Engineer took another sip of the bottle from his beer, looking around. Watching Wade and a "Spector" chat it up. Apparently Wade accidentally shot the guy. Pretty big asshole move on his part. Though, he'll give him where credit's due, with the way he's dressed, he'd probably accidentally shoot him too.

As everyone had their own side conversations or small distractions, Dell was left with questions. First of all, he was curious as to why they were all brought together. Second of all, he wondered as to where in Sam Hill they could possibly be going. Dell lifted up his free hand, rubbing the bottom of his chin. The cold rubber of the glove made his hair stand up ever so slightly, but he ignored it.

Well, he wasn't going to find out anything without talking to anybody. And he had a hunch that most of these people didn't know either. He sighed out down his beer onto the wood of the deck and got up. He groaned while getting up, his work was getting back to him. Sure, he was in his early 50's, so back pain was guaranteed. But lugging around all of his buildings for a decade straight probably didn't help. He kicked the chair again, and the chair mechanically whirred loudly as it folded back into the toolbox. Engineer stood and watched it as it finished up, before picking up the toolbox and putting it off to the side so no one would trip on it. He couldn't be bothered to walk all the way back to his room.

"Now, would someone mind tellin' me what we're doin' here? Ain't exactly much to go off of. Would be nice to know." Dell asked, raising his voice ever so slightly so he could be heard. It wasn't loud or rude, just loud enough so he could get his question out there. He didn't expect much, though.

 

[Otomos]

Perhaps it was because everyone seemed to have arrived earlier than the one who called them there, but Aodh was a little disappointed at the lack of information trading. Granted, everyone had just recently arrived, so there would not have been much to overhear to begin with outside of introductions, questions, and the occasional compliment. Still, it wanted to know a bit more. Luckily, Siri knew a spell that was perfect for gathering such information.

Moving off to the side, Siri took out a tiny piece of rusted copper. She looked at Jessica Jones just as Sam began conversing with her in earnest. Whispering a short incantation, the spell Detect Thoughts was cast. This spell allows the caster to read the momentary, surface-level thoughts of another intelligent creature. It can do more, but Aodh needed to see if the fleeting thoughts were useful in any way first. Perhaps using it on everyone else may also prove fruitful.

In any case, Jessica was the first one there, so perhaps, she would have some knowledge on this meeting.

 

[Epiphany]

@Goonfire
Jessica looked at Portia with a somewhat incredulous expression. Then she looked down at Wade with a less than friendly expression. Finally she looked back at Portia. Then she shrugged.

"Knock yourself out. Probably won't keep him dead but I can't blame a girl for trying." She waved an inviting hand over Wade's prone form, plainly inviting Portia to shoot.

@Wade Von Doom
Jessica smirked at Deadpool's remark about missing her. The arrival of Moon Knight, though...

Seeing Deadpool and Moon Knight bantering, she took advantage of the opportunity to take another drag on her cigarette. Holding her breath for a moment, Jessica heaved out a sigh of satisfaction as the smoke curled from her mouth. "I don't get paid enough for this," she said, apparently to herself.

When the young man in the coat turned up, she just raised one eyebrow at him and shrugged. "Beats the fuck out of me."

@OmniVoidal
Velkai's arrival drew a single raised eyebrow as the young man arrived. She looked him down, then up, noticing his unusual appearance and his interest in the sky and apparently humming. "Pick one," she said in answer to his observation.

@PolyesterH
The weird looking woman asked a very good question, just then. Jessica turned and stared at her for a moment before smirking. "I'd like to know too. I don't know what kind of shitty interdimensional portal I fell through, or whatever it was, but I have no good goddamn idea where here is. Or what these people want with us. ...But we should find out. In case they can send us home."

"Let's talk to someone in charge."

@Otomos

Jessica craned her neck around, trying to spot anyone 'official' looking. While she searched, her thoughts tumbled over each other.

• A memory of costumed superheroes, the Avengers, gathering around her.
• Captain America shaking her hand, asking her to join S.H.I.E.L.D. and take a leadership role with the Avengers.
• A flash of her walking away, shaking her head.
• A lightning fast montage of her clumsy landings, of the faces of people she failed to save, and finally flickers of a Purple Man's face, laughing.
• Then a bearded black man's face replaced that one, smiling with warmth and love.
• An image of a two year old girl formed next, flickering between stroller and playing on the floor and cuddling her in her arms.
• "I can't stay here."
• "I have to get home to my family."
• Deadpool's face.
• Her breaking his face in by punching him.

@Wade Von Doom
"Hey, anyone in charge around here?"

 

[Otomos]

A family woman, and a self-depreciative hero. Jessica knew nothing about why everyone was gathered, but through the thoughts running through her head, Aodh was able to find out a little more about the individual. This was fine too, as it allowed the being to imagine ways of corrupting her. She was just barely hanging on because of the few good people in her life, just a little push and... Well, it's something to ponder on later. For now, Aodh would have Siri change the target of the spell. It would focus on each and every individual in the room. Even if none present had a single hint as to why they were asked to gather and establish a rapport, finding out small hints about the lives of these extraordinary individuals may help in the future.

So for a moment each, the Detect Thoughts spell switched from one person to another. Siri's focus stayed long enough to hear their immediate thoughts and feelings, but never staying or delving long enough for them to fully notice. Aodh would absorb these small bits of information.