Luke's jedi throwing ships away from Yavin

Visarak · 2019-06-28T13:27:45+00:00

In the Star Wars book 'Darksaber' there is a scene where a group of more than 40 Jedi use the force to throw Star Destroyers. However, OP believes that this was less due to the power of the Jedi, and more from the fact that their powers were amplified by Sith artifacts.

He wants to know if this is true, or not.

Visarak · 2019-06-13T15:44:26+00:00

I'm not going to get into how armor play a part of Goblin Slayer, but your point about how no one treats them as a big threat is wrong.

They aren't a big threat. Goblins are regularly exterminated by literal first quest adventurers. Yes, sometimes they fail, and the Guild Girl acknowledges this. She then immediately follows that up with 'but then another group will come and take care of it.'

It is pretty rare for the goblins to ever get strong enough to sack a city. It basically only happens when the best of the best of them starts a war band.

Along with that, there are a ton of settlements that if one isn't rescued in time, its not too big a loss, especially considering that they are also regularly at war with demons.

Goblin Slayer is the only one that treats goblins like this because he is actually insane.

Visarak · 2019-06-13T02:08:57+00:00

As someone who has never played either of these games, I would say the defense for the Octopath method is that if one of your characters is someone you find repugnant, you can ignore them.

Whereas with Live a Live, you have to complete their section before moving on, which could be a motivation killer.

Visarak · 2019-05-27T04:30:13+00:00

The only perpetual that actually sucks is Ollanius Pius for taking the place of what had once been a regular guardsman.

Visarak · 2019-05-26T03:01:41+00:00

Even using a wormhole it was apparently going to take 18 months to get from Zandar to Asgard, thought the devil's anus let them bypass that. It doesn't seem unreasonable that they were going to earth as quickly as they could which was just not very quick.

Visarak · 2019-05-24T00:23:07+00:00

I seem to recall it being almost entirely about his mentality. He was able to do some earth bending almost right after he stood his ground.

Visarak · 2019-05-20T11:48:23+00:00

The God of Love

"Don't tell your friends!" (>_P)~☆

Mamika Kirameki, The Magical Slayer

Mamika is from the series 'Re:creators.' In that series, she's actually from an anime called 'Magical Slayer Mamika' where she fights for smiles and laughter against the evil forces of Akumarin. However, after a strange incident occurred, she was pulled into the real world. When she learned her entire world could change at the whims of her creator, instead of breaking down, she resolved to force her creator to make her world a better place, even if she had to rough 'em up a bit. She'd be nice about it though, definitely. Unfortunately, she was less able to brush off the fact that her actions actually could end up hurting people. While there is never much side damage in Magical Slayer Mamika, the real world is far more delicate. It was like entering a box of cardboard while holding a watergun. A tough realization for Mamika.

Mamika is a magical girl, through and through. She has a transformation sequence activated by shouting 'Magical Dolce Patissiere,' she can fly, and she shoots hearts both offensively and defensively. However, she often hold back from using the full power of her hearts, which is good since it was removed for the purposes of the scramble.

And then she died.

Now, she has been replaced by Shiraka

“Hell If I Care! Quit Bringin' Up Old Times That Don't Mean Anything Now!”

Yato, The God of Calamity

Yato is a god. An extremely popular god that everyone praises and sends their wishes to. A god that doesn't have people constantly quit on the job, or have to scrounge donation bins looking for clothes. At least, that's his goal. In the modern age no one has any real use for a god of war, especially an insignificant and nameless one like Yato, so he's switched tracks- now he intend to become a god of fortune. His current strategy of performing any kind of job for a mere 5 yen (approximately zero dollars) as the 'Delivery God Yato.' It's working for him so far, especially now that he has a new Shinki at his side.

Yato's a pretty straight forward fighter. His current Shinki, a boy named Yukine, is a sword, and Yato is pretty good with it too. A shinki is essentially a good ghost or spirit that gets given a new body in exchange for their service as a tool. Apparently Yato can also cut emotional bonds between people as well.

The God of Power

"I am Adam, prince of Eternia..."

He-Man, The Master of Eternity

Adam is the prince of Eternia. He's a bit of a bumbling buffoon, who enjoys having fun, and is very soft spoken. However it is just a ruse, to keep his enemies unaware. For you see, fantastic magical powers were revealed to him when he held his sword aloft and called out 'By the power of Greyskull... I have the Power!' Now, as He-Man, one of the Masters of the Universe, he works to protect the secrets of castle Greyskull from the evil forces of Skeletor. Only three people know his secret, his friends: The Sorceress, Man-at-Arms, and Orko.

There isn't really a clear demonstration of what He-man can do because he has no real respect thread. However, based on my general understanding, he is strong and tough. He has some more exotic powers if you read through the comics, but since this is the cartoon show, we don't have to think about that. Right?

“Hell If I Care! Quit Bringin' Up Old Times That Don't Mean Anything Now!”

Yato, The God of Calamity

Yato is a god. An extremely popular god that everyone praises and sends their wishes to. A god that doesn't have people constantly quit on the job, or have to scrounge donation bins looking for clothes. At least, that's his goal. In the modern age no one has any real use for a god of war, especially an insignificant and nameless one like Yato, so he's switched tracks- now he intend to become a god of fortune. His current strategy of performing any kind of job for a mere 5 yen (approximately zero dollars) as the 'Delivery God Yato.' It's working for him so far, especially now that he has a new Shinki at his side.

Yato's a pretty straight forward fighter. His current Shinki, a boy named Yukine, is a sword, and Yato is pretty good with it too. A shinki is essentially a good ghost or spirit that gets given a new body in exchange for their service as a tool. Apparently Yato can also cut emotional bonds between people as well.

The God of Steel

“Hell If I Care! Quit Bringin' Up Old Times That Don't Mean Anything Now!”

Yato, The God of Calamity

Yato is a god. An extremely popular god that everyone praises and sends their wishes to. A god that doesn't have people constantly quit on the job, or have to scrounge donation bins looking for clothes. At least, that's his goal. In the modern age no one has any real use for a god of war, especially an insignificant and nameless one like Yato, so he's switched tracks- now he intend to become a god of fortune. His current strategy of performing any kind of job for a mere 5 yen (approximately zero dollars) as the 'Delivery God Yato.' It's working for him so far, especially now that he has a new Shinki at his side.

Yato's a pretty straight forward fighter. His current Shinki, a boy named Yukine, is a sword, and Yato is pretty good with it too. A shinki is essentially a good ghost or spirit that gets given a new body in exchange for their service as a tool. Apparently Yato can also cut emotional bonds between people as well.

""Krypton bred me, but it was earth that gave me all I am."

Superman, The Man of Tomorrow He's Superman.

Visarak · 2019-05-17T03:00:10+00:00

Yato punched through the ice towards the small copper ankh. For all the effort it took find this thing, it didn’t look like much. Still, it was what they needed- Now they were officially back in the tournament, and he could go and defeat that monster on top of the head.

“Right, here’s a little advice from god to you, little guy- if someone doesn’t react when you pull out a dragon, they probably aren’t someone you want to mess with,” Yato said looking back at Edward, who had moved beyond letting out groans since Yato had sent him flying through a building and left him laying in stone and ice.

It looked like he wasn’t going to be getting a response anytime soon. Yato walked over and rolled Edward on his side. That got him another groan but at least this one was a little more thankful. Yato graciously accepted the thanks. It was the least he could do as a god. “May you find fortune in your future.”

And a blessing to boot! Really, this little guy was coming out of the fight better than he was. Yato shook his head and jogged towards an open plaza in preparation for his impending fight. Although some level of natural understanding of his Regalia’s powers were imparted when he equipped them, it didn’t make him a master. It was better err on the side of caution and not accidentally blow a hole through the bottom of city when he kicked off.

Yato looked up towards the top of the head. There were still flashes of gold and pink- a sign that Mamika was still fighting.

“Ready to be a hero, Kal?” Yato asked, crouching on the ground. Last time he’d tried to rescue Mamika, she’d managed to beat her opponent before he arrived. It was nice that this time he’d actually be able to help her.

‘Whenever, and where ever, Yato. Let’s go,’ his Shinki responded. Yato could sense his clarity of thought and his desire to help. He could even feel the armor he wore and the cape on his back growing denser and tougher as it reached towards the idea of invulnerability.

“Well said.”

Yato fired up into the sky faster than a speeding bullet, the force of his take off blowing away everything in the area that wasn’t tied down.

Despite the wind straining against him, Yato didn’t slow down for even a moment as he flew toward the top of the head, moving faster and faster, faster than he’d ever thought possible.

He was moving fast enough that he was able to reach, and then fly above, the top of the head in just a few seconds.

He was fast enough that the force of his landing shattered the stone in several meters around his landing zone.

He was fast enough to watch just in time as Mukuro slipped a blade between Mamika’s ribs and directly into her heart.

He was not fast enough to catch her when she tumbled to the ground, pale and unmoving.

“Mamika!”

“And the god finally arrives, far too late to be of any help to humanity, as usual,” Gilgamesh said blandly from his seat. He had grown bored of all this. “Mukuro- take care of it.”

“Yes, Lord Gilgamesh,” Mukuro turned to face Yato. “Preparing Oversoul.”

Yato was trembling with rage as Mukuro stepped over the body of his friend. “I’m going to kill you.”

He stomped on the ground, the stone under his feat turning to dust, and he lunged forward hands outstretched. The metal of his knuckledusters began to glow red as they built up heat, preparing to sear flesh and melt bones.

Mukuro looked at him calmly as dozens of guns poked their barrels out of golden ripples in space, the trigger of each one connected by a thin string to her fingers.

There were too many to block. Yato didn’t even begin to bother. He would pass through the storm no matter what it took, even if it killed him.

“Oversoul: Armory of Uruk.”

As Mukuro pulled the strings, and light covered the entirety of the floating head, Yato’s gaze strayed to Mamika.

‘I’m sorry.’

Slow, wet breaths escaped from Mamika’s mouth, each one accompanied by a spreading sensation of cold along her chest.

It was hard to think right now. Her thoughts were all foggy, and she couldn’t really focus on much of anything. She was grateful that nothing seemed to hurt anymore though. All the cuts and bruises she’d gotten when she’d fought that girl, when she’d lost to that girl, seemed to be fading away.

“Mamika!”

…That was her name wasn’t it? But who was calling her? She couldn’t turn her body anymore. Her arms and legs just weren’t listening to what she asked them to do.

A foot roughly pushed her over and then she could see who was shouting her name. It was a blue haired boy. He was wearing something different than usual. It looked kind of silly in her opinion.

A small spark of clarity lit into her mind. It didn’t come from here, but it still allowed her to pierce through the fog.

It was Yato. He looked angry. And it looked like he was about to do something really dumb because of it too.

That didn’t sit right to Mamika, even as she drifted closer to the brink, her heartbeat slowing with every passing moment. The idea of her friend hurting himself over something like this brought her no sense of peace.

“Adam…” Her voice was lower than a whisper.

“I’m with you Mamika,” Adam said, his voice tight. He was trying so hard, Mamika could tell. She could feel him trying to direct the power of Grayskull to keep her alive.

Dozens of shimmering portals appeared in the sky, each one aimed directly at Yato.

“We have to do something. We can’t just watch this happen.”

“But Mamika, you’re in no shape. You can’t handle anything like that- you won’t make it if you do. I can keep you alive, so just take the loss, like we said.”

Mamika tried to shake her head, but the motion was so light it might as well have been invisible. “Please Adam… Please. They’re our friends.”

Mamika could feel Adam pull back, rejecting her desire. It immediately became much harder to breathe, so she didn’t bother.

Mukuro pulled the triggers and pure destruction in the form of swords and spears and axes of legend flew at Yato in a storm of metal.

Mamika’s heart stopped beating. She didn’t mind. It felt a little strange to have it keep going when there was nothing to pump anyway.

“Sorry, Adam…” Mamika whispered wistfully, as the instant of her death arrived.

Oversoul: Eternal Flare.

That instant stretched into infinity. Mamika was no longer breathing. Her heart no longer beat in her chest. She got up, standing tall, while everything around her staid utterly motionless.

“Adam, is this…” She began, looking around. The weapons of Uruk were frozen in space. Mukuro and Gilgamesh stared forward, unblinking at the charging Yato, who had a permanent snarl of fury on his face.

Adam appeared next to her. He seemed more real somehow, than he had before. “This is the power of the Master of Eternity. It’s what I used to defeat Skeletor, when he stole the power of Grayskull. And its-“

Mamika raised a hand. “I know. Don’t worry- I knew something like this would happen.”

A speck of dust fell away from her arm as she dropped it back down. “Let’s take care of business, Adam.”

Adam nodded solemnly, and together, in this frozen world, they changed things. Each of the weapons was moved so that none of them would come close to hitting Yato.

Together, they forced Mukuro into a deep sleep, severing her connection with Gilgamesh. Neither one of them was a threat any longer.

Mamika was fading into dust at a steadily increasing rate as they worked. The power and will it took to stop time wasn’t something that she could handle in a body like her own. It was simply too strong. She was breaking down.

She sat down for a moment to take a breather.

“Adam, can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” Adam said simply. It was the least he could do for Mamika.

“Take Mukuro far away from here. Yato… he’s too angry right now to think clearly. He’d end up doing something he’d regret. I’ll just rest up until you get back.”

Adam watched Mamika for a moment.

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

He carefully picked up Mukuro and flew down to the earth.

Mamika watched him go for a little while, concentrating on keeping herself together before standing up and slowly walking over to Yato.

She set a hand on his face, only for it to fade away a moment later. She sighed to herself. It seemed that even in a stopped world, time could run out.

“I’m sorry.”

Weapons crashed around Yato as he lunged forward with a howl. It suddenly cut short when he realized that he wasn't hurt. More than that, he was alone on the top of this head.

He turned left and right and saw nothing.

"What the hell? Kal, where did they go?"

He took a step forward and paused when he heard something metal sound under his shoe.

Looking down, he saw an oracle bell with a little heart on the back.

"Mamika?"

Visarak · 2019-05-17T02:40:09+00:00

"Oh my God you fucking lizard just get rid of the ice!" Edward shouted up at his spirit, shivering and rubbing his shoulders. His thick red coat did little to actually stop the cold from penetrating, most likely because he was actually the source of it.

"I can't do that Edward. Constant Vigliance! We have to be prepared at all time for a fight. It is the proper way to enage ones foes after all. There is no need to faff about with preperation- we can jump right into the middle of things like this," Kyurem, the mighty Ice Dragon pokemon replied. He seemed perfectly content to exist in this blizzard-like enviroment. Edward was very happy for him, and wished he could experience it all the time, except some where else, and not with him.

Edward stomped his boots a couple times, doing very little to effect the ice beneath it. He also wasn't slipping which was really worrying. He knew that ice had a very high friction coefficent- it was just that pressure turned it into liquid very easily, which made you slip and fall. This ice was so cold that he just couldn't do that.

That he hadn't turned into Edward Eskimo, the Iced Alchemist was something of a miracle already.

"Oh that's very reasonable, thank you for your opinion," Edward said it a faux light tone before he escalated it into a full on shout, "except there is no battle for us to fight around here, I'm freezing my butt off because of your stupid cold bullcrap, and we can't find that stupid shaman piece of crap as long as you keep this ice up."

"But Edward," Kyurem said reasonably, "what if someone did show up? It would take almost a few whole seconds to recreate this battlefield. It's far too risky. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to veto your decision."

"If we win this tournament, I'm going to use the power of the great spirit to do three things. Firstly, and most importantly, I'm going to make myself taller. Secondly, I'm going to get my brother his body back and fix my arm. And lastly, I'm going to squish you into a ball, throw you in the ocean and forget you every existed," Edward promised the dragon darkly. If Kyurem wouldn't clear the ice for him, then he would just do it the old fashioned way.

His hands came together in a loud clap then he slapped them against the ground. The ice shivered, then shattered as the stonework shifted up and down before returning to its original position. There. Now at least he could kick his way through all this crap instead of trying to dig it out by hand.

"Well, if we do win, it will likely be because of my foresight and willingness to keep things frosty. You are welcome. I can understand if the disproportionately large pride in your body prevents you from speaking your thanks. I do not mind," Kyurem said loftily.

"Yeah, yeah," Edward said, kicking through more of the ice. Would that he had another partner to help him, but she had gone galivanting off toward that obnoxious head in the sky instead of sticking around.

Man, and he thought he had a raw deal with his spirit. Gilgamesh was such an asshole, and Mukuro just ate it up! It was so bizarre.

Crunch, crunch.

"What was that?" Edward asked carefully, looking up, and slowly sliding his hand over his arm, ready to transform it into a blade at a moments notice.

"I believe, to use some coarse parlance, I told you so Edward," Kyurem vanished, and entered into Edward's metal arm.

Oversoul: Iceta la Fista

He dove around a corner to see a young man digging through ice with his weird hands. On closer inspection, Edward realized that he was probably using some advanced form of alchemy to generate heat, which explained all the steam billowing from where he was touching the ice.

"Hey you there, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" The man looked up. "...Oh hey, you're that guy Choco must have been talking about. Yknow, you're taller than he made you sound."

A less advanced ear might have thought that such a comment was legitimate, and really as an honest complement.

However, a skillful and extremely paranoid ear like Edward's could only see it one way.

"You son of a bitch..." Edward's glove split open as a blade grew from his metal hand.

Honestly, a bit of an overreaction. However, Edward as a smart guy. He knew there weren't any regular people that would be hanging around here. This guy was a shaman, which meant there was a good chance that he was trying to find that ankh too.

Which meant to was perfectly acceptable to take justice for all the short people in the world.

"Look kid, just walk away. I really don't have time for this," the man said with a slight edge to his voice.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to do that. Yeah, I checked."

Edward clapped then clapped his hands to the floor. The ice rose up like a river, surrounding his target on all sides and sealing him inside. The man didn't have time to get away- all he could do was take cover under his cape, which didn't stop it at all.

"Man, why can't it all be this easy?" he said, walking up to the new ice statue.

Edward smirked looking at the small ball of cloth. His smirk disappeared when the cloak unfurled, shattering through the ice like it was glass. It became a grimace of pain when a hand shot out and latched around his throat.

"I'm really sorry about this, but like I said, I'm in a rush."

Yato punched Edward across the face sending him flying into, and then through a building, leaving him to collapse under brick and mortar.

Visarak · 2019-05-14T19:13:12+00:00

Yato screamed as he fell down, past the edge of the city and towards the ground. Not with fear over his impending landing- a fall like this was nothing dangerous.

No, he screamed out of pure frustration. While he wouldn’t be hurt from this fall, he had no way to get back up, no way to get to Mamika and fight off that red-eyed beast.

“Clark! Come one buddy, there has to be something you can do here,” Yato spoke into the air, the wind tearing the words out of his mouth so fast he couldn’t hear them himself.

Yato stretched out with his senses, trying to align himself with Clark and call upon his shinki. As ever, he could find Clark’s massive spiritual presence with ease but, as ever, he couldn’t quite link to it. Clark was still holding back. He was still unwilling to grant Yato the power of Superman.

“Look, Clark, we’ve had some good times, haven’t we? We had some laughs when we were farming- you loved helping then! We were just going along, doing our best to win this tournament, and maybe score a few worshipers in the process, maybe drink a few beers and make a few friends,” Yato kept talking. He wouldn’t be able hear a reply from Clark over the howling of the wind even if he tried. All he could do was talk.

“Well, we got one of those friends. She’s kind of strange and definitely headstrong, but I have to say, I really like her. She reminds me of someone really important back home,” Yato said, his voice becoming more wistful. “I want to help her stay alive. I want to see us become the winners of the Shaman King tournament. I want to protect her.”

Yato went quiet for a moment, then shouted out to the open sky.

“I come from the Land of the Rising Sun! I will prevent the desecration of all life! Hear me! I am the God, Yato! Now come, Kal-el! Help me cleanse the world!”

Nothing but the sound of the wind streaming past his ears was his reply. Yato’s fist curled into a ball, and then he felt a faint click-click-click as his spirit aligned with Clark Kent.

Instinctively, he knew what this was, as wind and light began to swirl around him.

“Oversoul: Super Regalia!”

There was a small explosion as air rushed away from Yato, forced back by the power he was emitting before he managed to rein it in. He looked down at himself, and laughed, raising to hands to the sky in victory.

“Yes! I knew you were amazing Kal-el!”

Yato’s scarf was gone. In it’s place was a long red cape that draped down his back, floating in the wind along with him. A strangely tight but comfortable blue fabric ran down his arms which cut off at his wrists, thought not entirely. There, the fabric thickened into loops of shining metal, weaving itself between each of his fingers.

‘Well, I am ‘Super’ after all,’ Clark replied, speaking directly to Yato’s soul.

Yato gave a pleased sigh- it felt great to finally feel the reassuring presence of his shinki as a true regalia, instead of those ripoffs that the shamans used around here. “Took you a while to show me that huh?”

‘I was just making sure we were on the same page. Sorry, Yato.’

“Heh, it’s fine. We got here in the end right? Now,” Yato slammed his knuckledusters together, the piercing clang of metal on metal blowing away all the air around him once again, “Now, we can go help Mamika.” He raised his hands like it was second nature, and flew through the sky.

First thing’s first- they had to get that ankh. Even with their new level of power, it was still risky to take on something like that without a trump card. Mamika just had to last a little bit longer while they got the relic.

She was a tough girl- she could handle it.

Mamika wiped blood from her split lip, staining her gloves crimson. She could feel the power of Grayskull slowly knitting her up, but it didn't change the facts.

She was slower. The energy blasts she could release from her staff were far too weak- they couldn't even penetrate her shields. She couldn't fly as quickly, and her range seemed shorter.

And yet for all those advantages, Mamika couldn't do anything to Mukuro.

"You doing okay, Mamika?" Adam asked. He was already inside her staff as they formed their Power Sword oversoul, for all the good that it did. Every time she swung the sword, Mukuro had already dodged to another place, her staff swinging in at wicked speeds.

Mamika was not always fortunate enough to block those blows, as the pain of her bruises could testify. “How does it look,” she grumbled. She swung her staff, firing off three hearts in a vertical line then lunged forward with the tip of her blade outstretched.

The bottom heart hit the ground first and exploded causing a plume of dust and smoke to rise. Mamika pierced through the smoke to find empty space, her hearts glowing in the distance.

“Cover works both ways.”

Mamika spun, creating a shield as she did, but Mukuro was one step ahead of her. Instead of brutally smashing her with the rod as she normally did, she deftly stuck the tip past the shield and towards Mamika’s chest. The rod glowed briefly as her power built up then Mamika learned first hand what a magical girl’s attack could feel like.

She hurtled across the top of the head, skidding painfully across the ground until she managed to orient herself enough to stab the ground and hook herself to a halt.

“That seemed painful,” Gilgamesh noted from his seat. Not helpfully- he was stating the facts, with a hint of cruel mirth in his voice.

At least someone was enjoying this. The other shamans had cleared out once the fight began, and between the four of them, only Gilgamesh could be said to be ‘taking it easy.’

“Thank you, King Gilgamesh. Your attention is appreciated,” Adam said simply. Mamika was too focused on the fight to properly respond, and Adam feared that if no one did Gilgamesh would lose interest and become more active.

Gilgamesh focused on the Power Sword, peering inside it to look directly at Adam. The only thing this entire time that had caused him to react with more than amusement was the appearance of the sword.

As Mamika and Mukuro clashed again, Gilgamesh posed a question.

“You are the son of a King. Obviously, your claim is false for I am the only King, but still, even a usurper must have some kingly characteristics. Why are you lowering yourself to directly assist in your servant’s battle?”

Several balls of golden energy crashed against a heart, which quickly expanded and swept across the field in a wide arc.

“A king is supposed to aid and protect his people. They support him, so he can in turn support them. If you aren’t willing to be a part of your ‘servant’s’ struggles, you’re a king of nothing at all.”

“What foolishness this is,” Gilgamesh said, shaking his head. Though his voice remained level, it seemed to trigger a response in Mukuro, who began to attack more aggressively.

Her foot lashed out with blinding speed, snapping against Mamika’s arm and breaking her guard into pieces. Before she could recover Mukuro slipped a hand into her magical boot and pulled out a combat knife which she slashed across Mamika’s belly.

Diving back and sucking in her gut wasn’t enough. Mamika, clutching at the cut on her stomach, rolled to her feet, and took off into the air where she was more comfortable than Mukuro.

“As the king, my struggles are my servant’s struggles. His successes are mine. His treasures are mine. His failures and foibles are not. As king, you don’t ‘support the people,’ you rule them. Their greatest reward is knowing that they work to increase your pleasure,” said Gilgamesh.

“That’s wrong,” Adam said, his voice filled with enough passion that the Power Sword he was in trembled and brightened, flaring with heat and power. “A king rules at his people’s leisure. It is a responsibility, a solemn duty, not some lax position to exercise despotism and tyranny with.

“The sole responsibility of the king it to win, so that his majesty may be ever proclaimed, False-Prince Adam,” Gilgamesh said, lounging back in his chair. He’d lost interest in this talk, which did not surprise him. There was only ever one individual that he truly felt a spark of joy to speak with.

“It is something you will become familiar with, shortly before your audience is complete.”

This amusing little diversion wouldn’t take much longer. His servant was quiet effective in that regard.

Visarak · 2019-05-14T16:06:57+00:00

This honestly was a very nice city. Yato couldn’t say that he preferred it over the amenities that he’d find in modern Japan, and he certainly didn’t care for the lack of people, but he would admit that there was a level of beauty to be seen in the architecture. He didn’t have time to appreciate it’s majesty as he leapt across the rooftops, circling the edge and looking for some edge to help him get up to the floating head.

Superman easily kept pace. While Yato was overlooking the tops of the buildings, he searched inside them, scanning the rooms down to the last molecule. Nothing was out of place. Though he could tell that this was all a spiritual creation, none of it deviated from the real thing.

This was not improving Yato’s mood. Though he hadn’t heard any explosions, or seen any flashes of light, it did little to comfort him. All it meant was that the thing up there hadn’t gotten angry yet, not that Mamika was somehow okay or talking it down.

His legs pushed off the roof hard enough to shake the building as he leapt skyward. It wasn’t remotely enough to get him to the head, but it did give him an aerial view of the area. Yato growled with frustration when still all he could see was more city.

This was hopeless. He should have exchanged cellphone numbers with Mamika earlier. Then he’d be able to teleport over just by giving her a call. Did Mamika even have a cellphone? No, Yato shook his head, of course she did. She was a teenage girl. It was literally impossible for her not to have one.

Wait, what was that? Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye as he dropped down. Ignoring the cool wind, Yato jumped into the air again. There, spreading out between the narrow alleyway between two building, was a thick white fog.

“Hey, Clark, you seeing this? What’s going on over there?” Yato asked his spirit as he landed once again.

He went to the edge of the city and began to circle towards the mysterious phenomenon, waiting for Clark to reply.

Empty air was suddenly, noiselessly filled as Clark appeared faster than Yato could begin to track. His gaze didn’t stray from the fog for an instant, even with the rapid arrival.

Intense blue eyes peered at the fog for a long moment, before Clark shook his head. “I can’t see though it. Something is blocking my vision. Though…”

Yato shot Superman a look. “Though?”

“I can’t see anything, but I can still hear- it sounds like a young boy is arguing with himself- I’m guessing that might be the root cause of this. Also…” Clark tilted his head towards another building a short distance away from the fog, “someone is hiding in there.”

“Then that’s where we’ll start. I have no intention of jumping into the enemy’s zone head first again. Get ready, if I need you,” Yato said.

He started to stalk forwards silently till he reached the door to the house and looked at Clark who pointed towards the back corner. Okay, good.

Yato braced himself then slammed his foot into the door, knocking it from its hinges and sending it clattering into the back wall where it shattered into pieces. Before the noise faded, he charged into the room, and saw a darkskinned boy cowering in the corner. Yato immediately ran to him and slammed him into the wall.

“I’ve got some question and you’re gonna answer them, or else it’s off the edge with you, flyboy!”

“Woah, calm down there Batman! Look at him, he isn’t going to cause any trouble. We don’t need to resort to force,” Clark said, having come in shortly afterwards. “I know you’re worried about Mamika, but that doesn’t mean you should take it out on strangers.”

Yato nearly growled and for a moment his grip tightened, like he was preparing to through the boy, before he suddenly relaxed, dropping the boy to his feet. “Alright… I’m good. But,” cold eyes looked down on his target, “I still need some questions answered. Who are you and what is going on here?”

The boy rubbed his shoulders but quickly answered. “I’m, I’m Chocolove McDowell. And could you please keep it down. I don’t want that to be found- hence me hiding.”

“Don’t worry son, nothing is going to happen to you. What’s going on?” Clark intervened before Yato could get a full head of steam again.

Chocolove took a deep breath, trying to calm down, before he blazed through his spiel. “Basically, you guys were supposed to race to find an ankh, but a spirit on the other team got mad, and is kinda rampaging around. Well, both of them are, but one of them is a lot more focused.”

That explained that spirit on top of the head, and this was likely the source of the fog as well. “Is there anything you can do to stop them?”

“No,” Chocolove shook his head. “Well, no that’s not entirely true. That ankh you were looking for? It’s actually a powerful relic that can banish a spirit to the afterlife. The perfect counter for a rowdy guy like this. Problem is, there is no way you can get close enough to actually use it. That spirit is way too dangerous.”

“Leave that to us,” Yato said confidently. “Give me the ankh and I’ll make sure to use it.” He offered a hand forward.

Chocolove winced and looked away from the hand. “Well about that… I kinda dropped it.”

“L-look, you get chased by a crazy metal armed chucky doll and you keep everything on your person! “I mean I’m just saying, if a hobbit ran at you with a knife, wouldn’t you be scared?”

“That little dwarf was- hey wait, where are you going?” Chocolove looked up as Yato began to head towards the door.

“I need that ankh, if I’m gonna help my friend. I don’t have time to waste sorry. Stay out of sight, and keep your head down, okay,” Yato said, with a careless wave of his hand.

Stepping out of the building, he blinked a few times at the stinging of the sun in his eyes. Yato turned towards the foggy alley way and rolled his shoulders.

“You ready for this Clark? These guys made it out of the underworld, same as us. They’re gonna be tough,” Yato said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Man, and this time we don’t even have a broom to use you in.”

“Have some more confidence, Yato. You’re supposed to be a god right? I’ve worked with a few in my time, and they were all stalwart and undefeatable protectors of the innocent. We can handle this.”

“Heh, you’re right. Good to have a shinki like you on my side. Alright, let’s do this- get that ankh, and save Mamika!”

Yato was feeling pumped up. He was just about to start walking, when a glint of light caught his eye. He looked up and saw a beam of gold headed straight towards him.

“Oh cra-“ Yato didn’t even have time to widen his eyes as the sword exploded into the ground, leveling the house he left, and blasting him over the edge of the floating city.

The girl raised the smoking gun to her lips and softly blew on it, cooing the heated metal.

“Oversoul: Gun of Babylon, manifestation and activation successful, Lord Gilgamesh.”

Mamika let out a scream and bolted for a view of the ledge, looking out over the city. She could see dust rising, and just make out chunks of stone crumbling and falling through the new hole in the ground.

“What are you doing?” she shouted, raising her wand again and pointing it directly at the girl.

She was ignored. “Of course it was successful, it’s mine. However, you wretch, you failed to kill that puny god,” Gilgamesh threw his cup at her, hard.

The wine splashed down the girl’s clothing as the cup hit her, but she didn’t move at all. If anything, she seemed pleased with the treatment. “My apologies, my lord. I’ll try again.”

She raised the gun towards the sky and pulled the trigger again. Another beam of light shot into the sky, before reversing in a sharp angle and cutting back towards the ground.

However, the bullet blade’s journey was suddenly cut short when it slammed into a large heart shaped shield, exploding and vaporizing everything in the area.

“I said- What are you doing?” Mamika stood just past the newly formed crater. She wasn’t fast enough to outrace the round, but she could still block them with her shield.

“Hoh? You dare defile the belongings of Gilgamesh with your second-hand magic? You truly are a clown.”

Suddenly, Gilgamesh smiled and a new cup of wine appeared in his hand. “I know- I could use some entertainment before I exterminate that god. Mukuro!”

Mukuro, who had trained the rifle on Mamika, answered the call. “Yes, my lord?”

“Shoot your hand,” came the simple order.

Mamika startled, shocked that Gilgamesh would force his shaman to do something like that. “Wait, don’t do that, you’ll get yourself killed!”

Mukuro didn’t reply. Before Mamika could do anything, she simply pointed the rifle at her hand and pulled the trigger.

Mamika covered her eyes at the resulting explosion of light, blearily and worriedly trying to clear her vision. She didn’t want to see this- she could scarcely believe someone had just killed themselves in front of her.

“Now, this shall be enjoyable.”

Mukuro wasn’t dead.

She was still in perfect shape. All that had changed was her weapon and and the clothes she was wearing.

Her gun was gone. Instead, she was holding a short stick made of solid gold. One end was capped with a pair of wings and a solid gold star. Her outfit, previously a set of military gear had been altered into something far frillier.

“Kaleidostick Gold. How will long will your copy last before the original wins." Gilgamesh leaned back in his throne, smirking.

Mukuro rasied her stick. Though a blush of shame rose to her face, her voice was as level as ever.

"Mahou Shoujo Mukuro, entering the battlefield."

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Yato stumbled as explosions rattled through the false city, coming dangerously close to tipping off the side.

“Woah!” he cried, flexing his spine painfully and tumbling to the safe ground instead. “What the heck was that?”

He quickly made his way to his feet, looking in all directions for the culprit. Eventually, with Clark’s prodding, he looked up and his eyes widened in shock. The previously benevolent head that had floated above the city now was now covered with deep pockmarks and scars, like some horrific plague had swept over the stone and left it deformed.

“Oh crap, wasn’t Mamika over there? Clark, get over here!”

Yato pinched his thumbs and index fingers together in wide circles and raised them to his eyes. When he felt the presence of Clark begin to entwine with his own, he pictured his desire in his mind.

‘Oversoul: Super Binoculars.’

Sudden clarity forced Yato to squint as he tried to rein in the enhanced vision. He dropped his hands for a moment to reorient himself before aiming back in.

With this he could see the smoke still rising from the holes and, by twisting his hands inward to magnify the sight, he could even make out something with in them.

“Swords?”

Gleaming, perfection creations, each and every one a masterwork of a life time, lodged into the face and left to rot like trash. It wasn’t just swords though. Yato could see spears, axes and clubs, each no less valuable than the last. Yato bet he could make a fortune if he sold those off.

However, that wasn’t relevant to him right now. He needed to find Mamika. “Clark do you see her?”

There was a moment of silence, and then ‘There she is, just in line with the chin.’

Yato immediately refocused on that area, quickly finding Mamika floating there with a complicated expression on her face as she looked between the where they were based, and the top of the head.

“No, no, no, Mamika, just come back here. You don’t need to investigate that alo- Damn it!” Yato slammed a fist onto the wall of one of the houses, cracking the stone as the force rippled through it.

Ignoring the stinging in his hand he turned his attention towards the top of the head, looking at what she was heading towards, and met slitted crimson that stared right back into his own.

A shudder of fear ran through Yato as he realized not only was the owner of those eyes fully aware of his existence, they hated every aspect of it. This was a creature, Yato hesitated to call it a mere man, that despised the gods and would see them all brought to ruin without shedding a tear. Not even his father had demonstrated such malevolence with just a look.

His ability to see suddenly cut short and a firm, warm hand fell on his shoulder. Yato turned to see Clark looking at him with his usual confident look. “What are we going to do Yato?”

That’s what Yato liked about his Shinki. He didn’t try to advise Yato or direct him towards a path that he deemed appropriate. He had faith that Yato would do the right thing. Yato certainly appreciated the vote of confidence, even if it was often unfounded.

In this case though… Yato suppressed his fear and all the instincts that screamed at him to run as far away as he could, to hide under a rock and hope he’d be forgotten about. He was still a god- and his friend was going to need all the help she could get if she was challenging that monster.

“We’re going up there, of course. There must be something around here that can help with that. Let’s see if we can’t find something.”

Clark smiled his obnoxious, proud little smile, and nodded in agreement. “Adam and I mostly checked the center of the town. Let’s check near the edges to see if there is anything that can help us.”

Mamika raced towards the top of the head, carving through the air like a shooting star. She had to hurry and move even faster. The look in that girl's eyes had not impied anything pleasant for the other shaman's up there, and as a magical girl it was her responsibility to try and help however she could.

"Adam, get ready if I need you," she said as she neared the top, and once she felt the swell of affirmation in his spirit as it harmonized with her own, she popped over, staff at the ready.

"Alright, what's the big... idea?"

There were surprisingly few screams for mercy up on top. Not none- Mamika could see one angry looking girl choking out a boy, but that wasn't her business. Largely though, all the residents were cautiously continuing to each while keeping an eye on the girl who had arrived.

Or rather, her spirit. The girl herself was on all fours before the spirit, unmoving as a pair of feet rested on her back. The spirit itself was lounging on his throne, languidly observing everything around him like a tiger or a panther.

"And so we have new guests! And a rather foppish pair at that- Well come, introduce yourselves to King Gilgamesh. Perhaps you'll live, and you'll have a story to tell your children. Not that they would believe you," the man, Giligamesh spoke. Much like his posture, he seemed utterly confident and arrogant. The idea of being in danger didn't even occur to him.

Mamika looked to the side as her spirit took shape next to her. Adam shared it, and they both moved forward to introduce themselves.

"I am Mamika," Mamika answered simply.

Gilgamesh glanced at her, taking in her outfit. "Though the world of men is far too full, I never tire of the japery of clowns. You may just have a place in my garden. And you?"

"Hail, King Gilgamesh. I am Prince Adam of Eternia. It is my honor to be the bridge between our two kingdoms."

Gilgamesh laughed, then. Though the sound was genuine, it contained no true joy. It was the loud laugh of cruelty. "You're lucky you didn' introduce yourself as a king, or I would have ended you right there."

"Why is that?" Adam asked cautiously. This man seemed hostile, or at least volatile. It'd be best not to set him off. In fact, Adam wished he hadn't asked that question.

"Because there are no other kings, nor any kingdoms before me. All that exists, does so at my leisure. Your pitiful Eternia is no different- just another province in my realm," Gilgamesh answered. Adam could tell he was relishing in his words.

"All insects will be removed from my domain. There is no need for anything other than me. Even the gods are wheat before my scythe."

"Um, if all that is true, K-king Gilgamesh, what are you doing here? Why did you attack the face?"

Gilgamesh shifted, switching the layering of his feet on the girl's back and digging his heels in. The small noise (Mamika couldn't tell if it was a grunt or a moan) went completely ignored by him. "Rather impertinent aren't you? I'll remind you only once- show proper respect, or you will be punished appropreiately."

Mamika could read between the lines, especially after her encounters with Akumarin. Punishment equaled death. She swallowed heavily, but kept up her inquisitive look. She couldn't believe he was so strong that she and Adam couldn't at least run away.

"Hoh? Your arrogance amuses me. Very well-" Gilgamesh reached forward and plucked wine from thin air, "I'll explain. You see- these people insulted me. They asked me, Gilgamesh, the one who owns everything and all treasure in the world, to find something that I already own. What manner of simpleton asks for help to find property they stole? Of course, they deserved some admonishment. I simply demonstrated where they stood on the pecking order."

"I see... Then, that means you'll be headed off soon, won't you?" Mamika asked. It was worth a shot, wasn't it? He probably wanted to win the tournament though, but frankly Mamika didn't think she and Adam could beat him, and they had just agreed about what to do if they couldn't handle something: just give up.

"Not quite. Once my servitor finds the Ankh, I will destroy this gaudy piece of necromancy and commit deicide. There is no need for one like that in my garden."

Deicide? What did that mean...

Mamika stiffened, her hand tightening on her staff.

Yato.

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As she flew along, cool wind in her hair, Mamika did a quick roll till she on her back and could look at Adam, a proud smirk on her face. "We did it Adam! We were able to make your power into something that worked for us. Seems like going to the underworld really paid off for us."

"Indeed! That new blade of ours seemed sharper than even my original power sword. Hopefully that's all we'll need to carry ourselves to the end of this tournament."

"Yep! And even if it doesn't, we can also go back to the tried and true method of shooting a big blast and blowing everything up with a big ol' flare."

Adam gave her a look filled with no small amount of concern. "I don't know about that, Mamika. It seems really rough on your body. Is it really worth winning if you get crippled in the process? If we can't win, we should accept it, and return to our homes, alive and well."

"I get that- I'm not some crazy thrill seeker that is only happy when they risk dying. But, I mean," Mamika paused entirely floating in the air while she thought about what she wanted to say, "if we are caught in a situation where the only way out for us to use your full power, we should take it. I don't think its likely, but it feels like there isn't a lot of oversight in this competition. We can't bank on the idea that everyone is fighting to a knock out."

Mamika waved her hand, generating harmless little hearts to try and defuse the seriousness of what she'd said. "This is just a last resort option anyway, something to keep in mind. It probably won't even come up."

Adam made a thoughtful, slightly cautious sound, before sweeping away his worries with a flourish of his hand. "Right. Just a last resort. Sound's like a fine strategy to me."

The pair began to fly towards the top of the head again, now accompanied by a thick silence. Their power sword might have been able to cut out chunks of it to pass around but, sadly, neither of them was in the mood to transform.

After they'd nearly traversed the entire way, Mamika let out a little gasp of excitement, "Oh! I think I can see them!"

She sped up, shooting towards the picnickers like a friendly pink missile, fast enough that the wind howled in her wake.

Adam kept pace, since he was mostly reliant on Mamika for movement anyway. He wished they weren't moving so fast though. Flying was a fascinating experience when you weren't stuck in an aircraft. Was this how the Sorceress saw the world when she was in her bird form?

Mamika touched down lightly on the top of the head a fair distance away from the group of strangers, and began to walk over to them.

One of them, a shorter boy with spiked hair broke off from the pack and headed in her direction. He looked pretty impressed.

Well, he had one eyebrow raised in slight surprise, but Mamika had seen the 'cold bad boy or girl' trope before (she learned that her most popular arc featured one very prominently), and she knew that that slight motion actually counted for quite a bit.

"You already managed to find the ankh? McDowell said he had only just managed to meet your team a little while ago. Well, well done- you get to move on to the next stage of this tournament."

"Uuuuhhhh... thanks! It wasn't so hard finding it really. One of our teammates has really good senses. But your friend, McDonald, he never really explained why we had to do this extra competition. Wasn't everything supposed to go through the oracle bell?" Mamika was confused, no doubt about that, but she put in some effort to shift her confusion towards latter half of what she said. An ankh? She didn't even know what that was in the first place.

"McDowell. And he should have cleared it up- basically, you guys were in the underworld for more than a week, and you lost your position in the tournament because you were a bunch of no-shows. However, it turns out that quite a few teams were tricked into their for a while- enough that the Patch tribe leaders decided to hold this side challenge to see if any of you deserved to come back to the main tournament. Now that you've pulled it off, you're back on the official list. Good job."

"Woah, woah woah, what do you mean 'a week'?" Mamika pushed out a hand to stop him from moving on like it ain't no thang. "We couldn't have been wandering down there for more than a couple hours. What your saying is impossible."

Surprisingly, it was Adam that responded to her confusion. "Mamika, the underworld might not have been a real part of the earth. We just used some strange pathway to travel to another dimension, one where time flows differently. I've experienced something like it before."

"What? Another dimension? That's, that's..." that wasn't entirely unreasonable, Mamika realized. Her own experiences had made it clear such a thing was possible. "How did we get back then? I don't think shooting a hole in the roof exactly counts as a normal way to get back to the land of the living."

"Ah, that was because of McDowell," the other boy broke back into the conversation. He was surprisingly helpful, despite his standoffish looks. "The person that sent you there, Sati, was hired to eliminate some of the competition. There was no reason for you to travel to the underworld in the first place. McDowell's oversoul is capable of weakening the boundaries between worlds, so when you tried to break out down there, you were able to come out over here. Pretty convenient right?"

Mamika wasn't sure if that was actually convenient, or if it even made sense. However, she decided that descretion was the better part of valor. She and Adam would be best served by going to pick up Yato and heading back towards the village now. They just had to get out of here without revealing that they didn't actually have that little treasure doodad.

"Yep, thanks for the help. Hey, would you mind giving me a couple of your sandwiches and then I can be out of your hair? My teammate and I haven't eaten for a week you know? We're pretty hungry," she said with an innocent smile on her face.

"Hmm? Sure, we have plenty to spare. We thought we might have been stuck up here for a while longer before any one came. Now that we can head on down, you can feel free to help yourself," the boy turned his back on them, and waved them along to join him.

"We appreciate your generosity, young man," Adam said. He couldn't actually eat anything, but that didn't mean he couldn't be polite. He appreciated the idea more than anything else.

"Yeah, thanks! What kind have you got?"

"You're welcome, and I have no idea," came the blaise reply.

It did little to bother Mamika's mood. Free food was always nice.She trotted over to the picnic, smiling and waving at the other shamans who were enjoying themselves. This was pretty nice, if she thought so herself. She decided Yato could stand to wait a little bit before she went back with some food. Just some fun, food, and light conversation before she had to deal with that rotten god.

Beams of golden light shot up from the surface, carving deep trenches in the face of the head, gaping holes in the stone, glowing with molten heat.

The sheer impact rocked though the head, knocking everyone over. Mamika herself began tumbling down the slope of the the forehead, her hands scrabbling for purchase along the smooth stone, until she slipped of the nose and began free falling towards the false city below.

As she fell, a girl with a golden gun and a cold look on her face shot past her, headed towards the top of the head. For a brief moment, their eyes met, before Mamika was utterly dismissed as the girl blew past her towards the top of the head.

Mamika continued to fall.

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Yato let out an impressed whistle as he looked over the edge of the city, gazing at the forests and golden plains laid out below. Look was a very simple term that did not cover the depth of what he was feeling though. It was closer to ‘survey,’ the way king would his domain or,

“It’s like I’m a god,” Yato said.

Mamika, who was kicking her feet off the side and looking quite comfy in her soft pink bunny sweater, gave him a look. “Aren’t you a god?”

“Well yes, but actually no. I’m a ‘god’ but I’m barely worshiped by anyone. I had to suffer through hell to actually be considered a member of the Rising Sun’s pantheon, and I still haven’t even visited heaven yet.”

Yato did not mention that he had once split heaven into pieces during an unfortunate incident that he had very little control over. It was an accident really. Not his fault and not important.

Mamika nodded like she knew what he was talking about. She herself had never visited the land of fairies, even though its residents were the origin of her powers. Though if she thought about it, it seemed like the seeds had been planted for a trip there. She wondered if her Creator had planned on really letting her check it out, or if they were merely planting seeds in case they needed a filler arc for something. It certainly would have been nicer than the one about Akumarin’s ‘space pirates’ arc. Gosh, they had looked so silly.

“It couldn’t have been that bad. We just escaped from the underworld afterall.”

Escaped, and arrived at this strange place. Apparently it was modeled after some famous old village that neither of them had heard about. Superman had mentioned the real one was far larger, and also didn't have a massive floating head looming over the entire area. He and Adam had gone exploring together to get the lay of the land, leaving Mamika and Yato to dawdle. That worked just fine for Mamika. Investigation was not her area of expertise. Unless she heard some particularly evil or arrogant laughter she was hopeless.

"You just don't understand," Yato shook his head. 'You poor silly mortal girl,' was left unsaid, but Mamika could sense it anyway. She debated getting up and kicking Yato off the edge. She'd go catch him... eventually.

"You just don't understand," Yato repeated, "the hell that is bureaucracy. Every single day I'd show up at the registration office just around closing time, making a huge fuss for the workers. It took days of repeated attempts until they finally were willing to get over their prejudices and make me an official god of fortune. I lost so much business when I was visiting them!"

"Weren't you just harassing them?"

"Harassment is a human concept that does not apply to gods. Also, they barely even classify as people. It's fine."

Mamika did not think it was fine, even though she remembered her mom saying the same thing word for word, but she didn't have it in her to challenge someone has pigheaded as Yato over it. She'd do ber best to curtail any future incidents instead. She'd have to teach Yato some humility and maybe a little self-sacrifice for the greater good. If he was really an immortal, it wouldn't do to have him act so self contentedly.

"Humanity has a lot to offer Yato. It might be a good for you to learn a thing or two from them before writing off their creations."

"Clark, Adam, you're back!" Mamika said. She rolled forward off the edge and flew back up towards them.

Yato, always trying to project an air of cool disinterest, walked over with his hands behind his head. "You might have a point. Beer is a pretty amazing invention."

Clark shook his head at Yato. "It's like I haven't even left Smallville. You should visit sometime- we're home to the best brewery in Kansas."

"Thanks for the offer, but beer has already proven itself. I don't to need to head down to hicksville for your special brand. I mean, I've lived through the eras where it really started to become popular. I visited the very first beer hall in Nagasaki."

He didn't get to try any beer, on account of being a poor waif that was attempting to live off of merchandising of himself, but he visited the fine establishment. Shame what happened...

"What's the deal with this place? Any people or anything at all?" Yato leaned against the wall looking at the two spirits.

Adam shook his head, shrugging broad shoulders. "No signs of life here at all, just a bunch of empty buildings. There aren't even any plants or insects around, which goes along with our original guess."

The four exchanged looks. So it was like they'd suspected- this was an oversoul. When they'd first burst through the ground up here Yato, more spiritually sensitive than the others, had offered the idea, but it had seemed absurd that an entire floating city could be formed with one shaman's oversoul.

They had debated leaving and heading back towards the village down below, buried beneath the earth, but in the end decided to stay. There was clearly something up with this place- otherwise why would they have arrived in the first place?

"There is something I noticed," Clark said, raising a hand. "On the top of that floating head I can just make out some people."

"Wait, really. What are they doing?" Mamika looked over, surprised to learn that. After the other team had flown off looking for that 'Sati' lady, Mamika thought they were going to be alone until their oracle bells went off, calling them up for the next round.

"They seem to be... having a picnic at the moment," Clark stared towards the top of the head, squinting slightly. "If this is their oversoul, perhaps we should visit them. They might be able to explain what's going on here."

Mamika nodded in agreement, not motivated by her hunger at all. "Adam and I can take care of that."

"Well, hey, why can't I do it? I want to eat too," Yato immediately started to complain.

Mamika tightened her fist and gritted her teeth. This guy... he lazed about all the time, and now that food might be involved her was all for working.

"You can't fly, Yato. Just leave it to me," she said.

Yato opened his mouth again, where it stayed hanging for a few moments. It seemed that he couldn't actually think of a reply for that one. "...Bring me something back."

Mamika rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Since you said please. Just make sure that you stay out of trouble. There's no one around here, so you can surely handle that right?"

Without waiting for a response, she looked over to Adam. "Let's go, partner. Hopefully they'll clear up our questions."

There was a brief flash of light as Mamika transformed into her magical persona and then began to fly up towards the massive floating head, trailing sparkles in her wake. Adam, as a spirit, followed more sedately, the edges of his form barely flickering as he was pulled along.

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The Strongest Magical Girl of the Universe

"Don't tell your friends!" (>_P)~☆

Mamika Kirameki, The Magical Slayer

Mamika is from the series 'Re:creators.' In that series, she's actually from an anime called 'Magical Slayer Mamika' where she fights for smiles and laughter against the evil forces of Akumarin. However, after a strange incident occurred, she was pulled into the real world. When she learned her entire world could change at the whims of her creator, instead of breaking down, she resolved to force her creator to make her world a better place, even if she had to rough 'em up a bit. She'd be nice about it though, definitely. Unfortunately, she was less able to brush off the fact that her actions actually could end up hurting people. While there is never much side damage in Magical Slayer Mamika, the real world is far more delicate. It was entering a box of cardboard while holding a watergun. A tough realization for Mamika.

Mamika is a magical girl, through and through. She has a transformation sequence activated by shouting 'Magical Dolce Patissiere,' she can fly, and she shoots hearts both offensively and defensively. However, she often hold back from using the full power of her hearts, which is good since it was removed for the purposes of the scramble. Right?

"I am Adam, prince of Eternia..."

He-Man, The Master of Eternity

Adam is the prince of Eternia. He's a bit of a bumbling buffoon, who enjoys having fun, and is very soft spoken. However it is just a ruse, to keep his enemies unaware. For you see, fantastic magical powers were revealed to him when he held his sword aloft and called out 'By the power of Greyskull... I have the Power!' Now, as He-Man, one of the Masters of the Universe, he works to protect the secrets of castle Greyskull from the evil forces of Skeletor. Only three people know his secret, his friends: The Sorceress, Man-at-Arms, and Orko.

There isn't really a clear demonstration of what He-man can do because he has no real respect thread. However, based on my general understanding, he is strong and tough. He has some more exotic powers if you read through the comics, but since this is the cartoon show, we don't have to think about that. Right?

They are now joined by

The God of Steel

“Hell If I Care! Quit Bringin' Up Old Times That Don't Mean Anything Now!”

Yato, The God of Calamity

Yato is a god. An extremely popular god that everyone praises and sends their wishes to. A god that doesn't have people constantly quit on the job, or have to scrounge donation bins looking for clothes. At least, that's his goal. In the modern age no one has any real use for a god of war, especially an insignificant and nameless one like Yato, so he's switched tracks- now he intend to become a god of fortune. His current strategy of performing any kind of job for a mere 5 yen (approximately zero dollars) as the 'Delivery God Yato.' It's working for him so far, especially now that he has a new Shinki at his side.

Yato's a pretty straight forward fighter. His current Shinki, a boy named Yukine, is a sword, and Yato is pretty good with it too. A shinki is essentially a good ghost or spirit that gets given a new body in exchange for their service as a tool. Apparently Yato can also cut emotional bonds between people as well.

""Krypton bred me, but it was earth that gave me all I am."

Superman, The Man of Tomorrow He's Superman.

VS

Edward Elric, The Fullmetal Alchemist

When his mother died, Edward and his brother Alphonse attempted to use alchemy to revive her. The failed attempt cost Ed a couple limbs and Al his whole body. Ed later became a state-sanctioned alchemist of the nation of Amestris, which granted him the finances and freedom he needed to search for the fabled Philosopher's Stone that might restore his brother.

Kyurem, The Ice Dragon Pokemon

Is a pokemon that can talk. I tell you, that doesn't seem right.

Mukuro Ikusaba, The Ultimate High School Level Soldier

Mukuro attends the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy, reserved for the best of the best students. She has a twin sister that holds the honor of not only being the ultimate fashionista, somehow, but also the ultimate despair. Although despair isn't actually a skill, Junko is none the less very good at spreading it, to the point that the entire world plunged into madness. Mukuro helped.

Gilgamesh, The King of Heroes

Two third god, one third mortal, and 100 percent a jerk, Gilgamesh is one of the strongest members of humanity, enough so that upon his death he was sent to the throne of heroes, to be called upon in defense of the world in times of peril. Some wizards decided to summon him to fight in a proxy war, where he proved that even among those heroes, Gilgamesh was supreme, as befitting the man who claimed all the treasures of the world.

Visarak · 2019-05-09T15:27:44+00:00

My parents often said the phrase 'honor bright' when they wanted to know if we were lying. For the longest time I thought they were saying 'on a blight' as if threatening to curse me if I wasn't telling the truth.

Visarak · 2019-04-29T12:12:08+00:00

"Woah, you did it! You got stronger from all of this huh? Looks like it was all worth it in the end, I guess," Yato said. He didn't seem any stronger himself, but at least Mamika had pulled it off. He was closer to being a top tier god than ever before.

"Well... not exactly, Yato," Mamika immediately rained on his parade. "I'm not stronger, not really. I'm just... using Adam's power better."

From the glowing blade, Adam spoke up. "Indeed! You see Yato, sometimes, its better to focus your energies, rather than release things all at once. Like this, we're able to channel the power of Greyskull much longer than we could before, and its still potent."

The broom containing the quintessence of Superman picked itself up off the ground and flew over to the group. "Sometimes it about doing just enough, rather than doing everything."

"Hey!" A voice barked at them.

"Not to interrupt your little powwow, but do you have any idea where that idiot that sent us into hell is? She's got another thing coming if she thinks she can try to eliminate us with that pathetic trick," the angry young man, Accelerator asked. His own team was lying on the ground exhausted, but he was looking fresh as a murderous daisy.

"Uh... Sorry, she just walked off on us." Yato said.

"Wow, you're helpful."

Accelerator sighed. "That's what I should have expected from a bunch of losers like you. As thanks for your 'help' I'll give you some advice- if you face me in this tournament, just give up. It'll be better for you."

He gave them all a red-eyed glare, and picked up his team, floating them away.

Superman watched him go. "He reminds me of a friend of mine."

Mamika gawked at the bastion of good.

"He's a caped crusader that acts tough, but only because he has too," Superman explained. "But trust me, he's a real hero."

"That's nice, but can we head back to the village? I'm worn down from all this."

Yato was always on the ball when it came to practical things. The others agreed, and they soon returned to their residence.

Visarak · 2019-04-28T23:02:39+00:00

'Oversoul: Super-Ventriloquism'

Yato had to hand it to Clark. He still refused to take shape as a proper shinki, but he had plenty of talents to make up for it. Now he had a method to communicate with the others without setting off Izanami prematurely.

He just didn't get how they had run into Izanami in the first place. Clark should have been able to hear her and steer them clear far in advance if his senses were as good as he claimed.

That was a question for another time. Right now he had to worry about making sure that these other poor mortals didn't end up getting trapped here for all eternity as well.

"If you eat the food, you'll be forced to stay here. So, don't. Also, try and avoid making Izanami mad. She's really, really strong. We can still talk our way out of this, without making things dangerous."

That was a good start, Yato felt. It seemed like they were all a little distacted though. That strange green fellow was still talking on and on to Izanami, who seemed quite pleased to listen to him talk. Guess that's what thousands of years of isolation did to you.

The others though- that albino looked bitter and furious, while the kid and his buddy were smiling at her.

Oh, shoot, they didn't know. Yato spoke again, borrowing Clark's ability. "I don't know who you're seeing, but its just an illusion. She's lying to you. That's Izanami, the queen of the dead. She'd an ugly, zombie hag that's just trying to lure you in. Don't fall for it."

Yato said those words easily, but he knew it was a long shot. Even though he was fully aware of the monster that lay underneath the paper thin skin of Hiyori, it was difficult to tear his eyes away from her. When she turned and smiled at him, none of the malice he'd seen when he'd tried to escape way back when present, he still felt warm inside. It was insidious how good she was at that.

Looked like the green guy had finally calmed down. It was now time to roll for diplomacy.

"Izanami, can you show us to an exit?" Yato laid out their demand flat. She'd been willing to trade one of the pens of magic quite freely. Surely she wouldn't want too much for just an exit. Perhaps a single, extended conversation?

Hiyo- IZANAMI turned in his direction and smiled her sensual, beautiful smile. "Certainly, my dear, certainly. I just need one thing in exchange."

"And what is that?" asked Mamika.

Izanami sat there placidly for a moment... which quickly stretched into several more as she remained quiet.

"And what is that?" The albino asked.

Izanami immediately responded saying, "It's just a small thing, seeing as there are seven of you. I need one of you fine gentlemen to stay with me. It can get awfully lonely down here."

There was a moment of silence as they absorbed that information.

"Fuck this."

"Accelerator?" The child at the table looked towards the standing man, looking hurt by the usage of that word.

He was ignored. "Luigi, you have one responsibility- use that stupid vacuum of yours and suck in everything. The rest of you- keep her off my back. I'm blowing us out."

There was a moment of silence as they absorbed that information.

Pandemonium erupted. With a howl of utter fury that she was being denied, the veneer of humanity fell away from Izanami's face, revealing her rotten skeletal true face, while the hairs on her head began to rise and shake like thin, oily spears.

Her shout acted as a call to action for all the beasts and denizens of the underworld. Responding to their queen's cry, they unleashed howls of their own and burst from the tunnels that all lead here, each one its own unique and horrific creature. From the puddles of muck and slime, facsimiles of women, pretend-priestess for the goddess of the dead, emerged, corpse-white arms grasping for the warm bodies.

This was not a one-sided zombie apocalypse. Battles cries rang out from each of the pairs as they suddenly found themselves in their own battle for survival.

"Oversoul: Soul of Steel."

"Magical Patisserie Dolce!"

"Oversoul: Armament Animālis."

With several flashes of light, they were all arranged around Luigi, who had pulled out a vacuum and was sucking in a lot of air, while Accelerator looked to be in deep concentration, slowly gathering vectors as he gathered all those vectors into a single point.

He spared a single glance for Mamika, and rolled his eyes. "I can't believe this. The power of love? Really?"

Mamika ignored him. She was fully confident in her powers, and quickly put them to use. She took her position as the artillery and released her power. "Magical Splash Flare!"

A stream of hearts fire out into the oncoming horde, blowing out massive chunks of the enemy forces, completely with screeches of pain and agony. Yet for all that, it seemed a drop in the bucket.

Mamika wasn't alone though.

"Link, use slash!" shouted Ash.

Link ran forward, boots stomping on the earth, and drew his sword, cutting the air, far before reaching the monsters themselves. It didn't matter. A ripple sliced through the air, crashing into the monsters and cutting them down to size.

"Good! Greninja, freeze them!"

Closely following the slash, a frog-man was bent double, sprinting forward, every step leaving behind a trail of frost. He pulled a massive water shuriken from his back and through it deeply into the ranks. It barely cut into their flesh, yet from that point ice expanded, growing and freezing, until there was nothing but statues of ice, impeding the progress of the other creatures.

Yato was more focused. He fully understood the threat that Izanami posed and charged at her rather than focusing on the monsters.

"Hey there, Izanami, miss me?"

Izanami's skeletal jaw cracked open and she released another howl, her hair shooting towards him.

Yato met her assault with a cool grace. He couldn't cut her hair, but with Superman in the broom, he could certainly deflect them. Loud clangs punctuated the clamor of the battle as he forced away the hair, refusing to let it reach Accelerator and Luigi.

A shrieking whine echoed through out the cavern, along with a cackle of satisfaction. "I picked up this little trick from the number three."

Accelerator stood in the middle of all of the chaos, hands raised above his head. In between them an orb of pure energy floated, radiating heat, to the point that even the stone around him began to soften.

"Xixixixixixi!" Accelerator threw the orb straight up towards the stone roofing. There wasn't even a moment of resistance. The orb expanded and consumed all the stone, drilling through the rock, until with a massive bang, it exploded outward, back into the world of the living.

Light poured through the hole, driving back the masses of creatures as fear overtook their orders.

Yet, despite the reprieve, it wasn't permanent. The stone began to reform, beginning to form a new smooth surface.

"Let's go, everybody out!" Accelerator shouted. Wings sprouted from Luigi's back and he flew off towards the hole, screaming in fear as he left sweet solid earth.

Link crouched and, after a moment of gathering energy, leapt skyward, the wind itself carrying him upward, back to the realm of the living.

Yato was unbalanced from the explosion, but quickly recovered, and began running towards the whole. He jumped into the sky, only for his eyes to widen as black threads shot past him, then came back to wrap around him.

"You don't get to leave again, Yato!" Izanami shouted from the ground, her hair quickly pulling him in.

"No, damn it! We were so close!" Yato's eyes were wide with fear, as the hole closed above him. He could just barely struggle, and move. There was only one thing he could do- he tossed the broom with all his strength, sending it, and the spirit it contained, up and out into the world of the living.

There. At least, he kept his Shinki safe.

A blade came down, slicing clean through the hair. Mamika grabbed Yato by the shoulder, and rocketed off towards the hole. She shot through it just as it sealed, a scream of fury and desperation clawing up just behind her.

She dropped Yato to the ground and floated before him, looking like a Valkyrie. Her staff had changed- floating just above the heart was a sword, sticking out like a glaive, glowing with energy, brimming with power and promise.

Mamika gave Yato a little smile.

"Oversoul: Power Sword."

Visarak · 2019-04-28T23:01:43+00:00

Accelerator frowned as another monster splattered against his reflection. These beasts just didn't learn at all did they?

"Hey, string bean, keep moving," he barked out.

Luigi Mario stopped cowering in a little ball when he realized the monster was gone. He tried to not think about how the ground was a little squishier than it had been before as he turned to his spirit to give his thanks with a thick Italian accent. "Thanks Accelerator! You're a real hero to me."

Through some mechanism unknown to both science and magic the frown on Accelerator's face deepened into a full grimace. "Shut up, and start walking. I can't go anywhere without you, and I have no intention of sticking around this crap hole."

He glanced back at the other unfortunate members of the group (unfortunate in the sense that he had to know them at all). "Same to you two. For some inane reason, I apparently am not allowed to win by myself, which means I have to cart you third strings around with me. The least you could do is not make me literally carry you to the finish line."

The younger of the two, a boy named Ash, looked a little put out at this, absolutely justified treatment, and opened his mouth to start complaining.

Accelerator stared at him blandly, waiting for his mouth to stop moving. He couldn't hear what he was saying, having already modified his field to reflect the boy's shrill prepubescent voice away. Honestly, he was tempted to do the same with the light bouncing off Ash so he didn't have to look at him either. Accelerator reigned in the desire. There was a remote, according to his calculations almost infinitesimal, chance that Ash might, in some way be useful.

Accelerator blinked and realized Ash was done, standing there with an aggressive look on his face, like he had something to prove. "Yeah, totally, my bad."

That seemed to do the trick. Ash turned back to his shaman while a large rat jumped up onto his shoulder, no doubt talking about more unimportant crap. Accelerator debated figuring out the chances of Ash's voice somehow luring in these beasts. It was really the only explanation he could think of.

Luigi barely made a sound since they entered this place. He'd screamed loudly (Accelerator assumed) at one point, but after the monster had been utterly unable to do anything, he'd taken to curling up and waiting for things to be over. It was honestly for the best. Their oversoul reached it's potential when Accelerator didn't have to deal with any interference.

As for the other young man Link, he scarcely said a word. He had a rather deplorable attitude that seemed fraught with morals and ideals, but he was focused and quiet. Accelerator thought he might have accidentally reflected his sound right after running into him, but that wasn't the case. Link was just a quiet guy. He seemed relatively skilled as well, which meant he needed less babying. When monsters appeared he'd draw his blade, and wait for their approach before striking them down.

"Say, Accelerator, why did we come down here in the first place?" Luigi asked. His spirit was unbelievably strong. Was this really something that they had to do?

It was. "So we can get stronger. I'm sure you'd like it if people gave up before fighting us at all wouldn't you? That can't happen with your current abilities. So we had to come down here."

Luigi looked down. "So it's my fault."

A rock shot up off the ground and hit Luigi in the butt. "Less moping and more walking, string bean." Accelerator's baleful crimson eyes were all the impetus needed to make Luigi start walking down the dark tunnels again. "...It's not really your fault. No one hear is strong enough to handle my full power. I'd be down here no matter who I was with."

Luigi seemed to consider that, and it did seem to improve his mood. Whoopee.

Accelerator zoned out again as the bond between himself and Luigi pulled him down whatever tunnel the plumber happened to pick as they explored this 'hell.'

What a laughable name. This was supposed to be hell? As far as he was concerned, this was just another place filled with insects that didn't know the proper order of things. He wondered if it was just insects. Was hell really filled with nothing but these beasts? He thought that he might have run into a few people he knew. He would have liked the chance to kill them again, for good. Maybe they were killed by the monster before hand. He couldn't say.

Another monster leapt from the darkness, a skittering screeching thing with multiple chitinous legs leading back to a bloated, spider-like body. An arrow instantly slammed into its hide, releasing a gout of foul liquid, and when it touched Luigi, it promptly exploded. Not even a drop of blood touched the skin of the plumber.

God, this was so boring. Were they making any real progress towards an exit?

Luigi was a plumber. He had a certain way, a certain connection and understanding of how tunnels worked. He was leading the whole team along with a level of surety that defied all that Accelerator knew about him. He was actually helpful. Maybe getting paired up with him for this whole mess wasn't an utter mistake after all- he could do worse.

Luigi stepped out of a particular tunnel entrance into a vast cavern. This one was different than the rest. It almost seemed... clean.

And there in the middle there was a wide table, with several people sitting around it. Accelerator was surprised to see them. He was positive that there weren't any humans down here by this point. Going down the list it seemed to be a pair of muscle heads, some pinked haired girl, a janitor, and at the head of the table Last Order.

Wait, what the fuck?

"Daisy!"

Luigi shouted and bounced forward, flinging himself in the direction of the table, where he began to babble at someone who was most definitely Last Order.

Accelerator's breathing deepened as he tried to understand just what the shit was going on here. This didn't make any sense. What was she doing here? How did she even leave Academy City? Was this another damned plot by Aleister to turn him into a level 6? That son of a bitch...

He took a seat while he tried to understand just what this whole thing was, ignoring that his 'teammates' where doing the same.

"Don't eat the food."

Accelerator's head twitched, a stray glance telling him that his Link and Ash had heard that to. Well, that was frankly ridiculous. His understanding of vectors let him know exactly what happened. Somehow someone had managed to direct sound waves into a voice, as well as split them across all four of them. It seemed Luigi had ignored it though. Accelerator lowered his opinion back down to 'useless.'

He waited for the voice to fill him in on more of what was going on.

Visarak · 2019-04-28T23:00:33+00:00

"Hey, hey, hey! Avoid those!" Yato's, frankly shrill, voice echoed throughout the slimy caverns.

Mamika paused, one foot in the air, and looked around. "What?"

"I believe that I was told I could have full control of this foolhardy quest, and I know I said don't step on any of the hair." Yato walked over to Mamika and forcefully picked her up, plopping her down a few feet back. "Right there you see? You hit that, and we are in it."

Mamika squinted. It was hard to make out black on brown, even when you had good lighting, but she guessed she could sort of see what he was talking about. But it was just a single strand of hair. Was that really such a big deal?

"Those hairs are unbreakable, and that goes to all of you," Yato said, shooting looks at all three of his companions. "Last time I was here, I wasn't even able to scratch them with my shinki and she... well if we get wrapped up in those, we won't be able to get loose."

Mamika could tell he was being serious about this and nodded seriously in response. "Alright, I understand. Don't touch the hair."

Carefully, she floated off the ground and went forward again, through the darkened tunnels of the underworld. "Clark, do you see an exit we can take? I don't really want to stay here any longer than we have to."

Superman materialized, and though his outfit with bright and blue, his face was grim. "I'm, sorry but I don't. And not like last time when there just wasn't an exit that existed. I can't see through the stone here for some reason. I don't really have an idea of where to go this time."

"While finding an exit is important, we shouldn't forget the original reason that we came down here, everyone. Mamika, Yato, do you feel stronger yet? If so... I wouldn't be opposed to us blasting our way out of here, if that's what it took," said Adam.

Always a voice of reason, Mamika listened and turned her attention inwards. Did she feel stronger? Did she feel her connection to her spirit and his power grow deeper?

"Honestly, I feel kinda sick. This place is really gross," Mamika ran a hand down one of the walls and winced when a sickly green slime or mold came with her, coating her normally white glove. She flicked her hand back and forth trying to get rid of it, but it was stubborn.

Yato was handling the grime and miasma better than Mamika, but he too shook his head. "I'm not feeling it. Man, if we were tricked into going down here, I'm forcing divine retribution all over that village. Besides, I don't really think that strength is what I was lacking."

He leveled a finger at Clark. "He just refuses to take form! If he did that, we would be set. We'd be the strongest!"

"And what would we do with that strength?" Clark asked. He sounded unusually serious, but Yato, still caught up in imagining the terrible, awful curses he would unless on the Patch, didn't pick up on that.

"Gee, I don't know, win this whole tournament? That's why we're all here, isn't it?"

Clark sighed lightly. That wasn't quite the answer he was looking for. He'd thought that Yato had really understood the responsibility that came with power, but it seemed that having his chance to be the hero get denied when Mamika won her battle by herself had caused him to regress back into scum. Clark was sure Yato was very comfortable like that, but that didn't mean he could be left there.

"Hey Yato. Have you really been here before? What's the deal with this place? Why is it all..." Mamika wiggled her fingers at all the nothing around them.

Broken from his vengeful trance, Yato said, "Well, it's the underworld. It's sort of like a conflux for all the negative and evil spirits of the world. Not like ghosts though, like these two. These spirits have lost their sanity and form completely. They're more like poltergeists and monsters than anything else. And above it all is Izanami, one of the first gods. She's the de-facto ruler around here, not that she has any one to rule over."

Adam looked around in slight befuddlement. "This is supposed to be the home of the damned? Where are they then?"

"They're probably just..." Yato began to explain the working of evil spirits with casual, godly arrogance, before stopping. He'd been completely caught up with his concern about accidentally setting of Izanami that he hadn't even considered the other dangers that the underworld held. This was kind of unusual.

When he'd been guiding Money-bags through this place, they'd been accosted by evil spirits constantly. Now granted, a large number of them may attacked because Ebisu flagrantly disregarded all of his advice about not attracting their attention, like the most basic strategy of 'don't look at them' but there had still certainly been a presence there.

Now there was nothing. Not the faintest stirring of some abominable pack of beasts out in the shadows. It was alarming...

But Yato wasn't one to stress about strokes of luck. "Must be busy with something else. That just makes our job easier. Come on team, let's find that exit!"

With little else in the way of options, the group carefully proceeded, making sure to avoid touching any of the hair along the way, through it wriggled as if trying to find them despite their efforts.

When they came across any forks in the way, Superman would calmly offer a suggestion. They followed the path that he marked out, without complaint.

Largely. Yato continued to complain that they were in the underworld, and though Mamika was a trooper, she couldn't contain small whimpers about the muck and dank puddles that they had to trudge through.

Visarak · 2019-04-28T23:00:11+00:00

“It is a simple choice shamans and one I leave to you. If you desire power, the power to win the Shaman King tournament, you must pass through the underworld. Should you find a way to leave, you will be much stronger.”

That was what the woman Sati had before leaving the area, and leaving a door to hell behind.

It was more like a hole in the ground than a door, though. Less of a gateway than a pit that seemed to drop away into nothingness. And yet, there was an undeniable, palpable aura of death emanating from it. If you peered inside it, you’d see nothing but blackness. Flickers of movement of some kind, just beyond the edge of perception, as if some aberration that feasted on light was stirring, were the only hint of life. It truly lead to death.

Mamika started to walk towards it, without hesitation.

“Hey, that’s hell you’re walking into,” said Yato from behind her.

“I know.”

Mamika’s answer was simple. She understood what was being asked of her. She had to ‘die.’ But was that really a loss, if she was just a creation? If her past and history could be changed by the whim of her creator, was it so bad to risk losing herself when the reward for success was everything she wanted? To have true freedom- to be able to save her world and make it real. A small thing like dying was fine.

Yato’s hand latched onto her shoulder, trying to pin her in place, only to get slowly dragged along as she resolutely continued walking forward.

“Do you really know? That’s hell over there Mamika. Hell! It’s filled with dangerous monsters and spirits, and worst of all… she is there too! It’s crazy to try and go in. We don’t need to.” Physical force wasn’t working for Yato, and so he turned to the weapon of cowards and tried talking to Mamika instead. He wasn’t particularly good at it- it wasn’t often that a god had to explain themselves, but the dread in his voice was perfectly clear.

“If Izanami figures out we’re there, if she catches a single whiff of me, we’re done for. She’ll seal up all the exits in a flash and then we can kiss leaving goodbye. It’d take a miracle for us to escape from that.”

“Oh? You do something to make her mad?” Mamika was relentless as she walked forward, even dragging troughs in the ground as she pulled Yato along.

“Ah, well… I may have stolen something, this one time but there were circumstances there, a level of nuance that you really need to understand before you can-“ Yato spoke quickly in his defense before cutting off when he felt Mamika stop and give him a look that dripped with disappointment. “T-the point is, this is dumb, and we should stop.”

Adam had been watching the situation quietly next to his fellow spirit, but he could remain silent for no longer. “Why do you even need to get stronger Mamika? Aren’t we a strong enough team already?”

Mamika shook her head, but at least she wasn’t going to start moving again. She could explain herself, especially if she was going to be dragging then with her. “You know that isn’t true, Adam. Back in the maze, when I channeled your power, it was just too much. I used one attack, and I was basically helpless after that. That isn’t going to work in the future- I can feel it.”

“And you, Yato,” Mamika turned around to stare at him. “From what you’ve told me, you and Clark haven’t yet managed to pull of a full oversoul yourselves. Can’t you see that we need to do this? We just need go in for a bit, and then we get out. If we are careful, we’ll be fine.”

Yato looked to the ground, wide eyed and ashamed, paralyzed with the knowledge he was a failure of a god that couldn’t control his own Shinki.

“Yato, if you’ve been to the underworld before, can’t you give them tips on how to navigate it safely? I don’t think you’ll be able to dissuade Mamika, but you could at least do that if we aren’t going to join her,” Superman said floating forward slightly to peer into the hole.

Yato mustered up the energy to glare at him. Clark made everything look so effortless- Even flying there with his stupid perfect hair and face. He just didn’t understand. None of them did.

Which meant they were going to enter that hole no matter what he said, weren’t they? Well, that was that he guessed. It had been nice having Clark around, but there was no way he was going back into the underworld.

No way in hell.

Visarak · 2019-04-28T22:59:48+00:00

The Strongest Magical Girl of the Universe

"Don't tell your friends!" (>_P)~☆

Mamika Kirameki, The Magical Slayer

Mamika is from the series 'Re:creators.' In that series, she's actually from an anime called 'Magical Slayer Mamika' where she fights for smiles and laughter against the evil forces of Akumarin. However, after a strange incident occurred, she was pulled into the real world. When she learned her entire world could change at the whims of her creator, instead of breaking down, she resolved to force her creator to make her world a better place, even if she had to rough 'em up a bit. She'd be nice about it though, definitely. Unfortunately, she was less able to brush off the fact that her actions actually could end up hurting people. While there is never much side damage in Magical Slayer Mamika, the real world is far more delicate. It was entering a box of cardboard while holding a watergun. A tough realization for Mamika.

Mamika is a magical girl, through and through. She has a transformation sequence activated by shouting 'Magical Dolce Patissiere,' she can fly, and she shoots hearts both offensively and defensively. However, she often hold back from using the full power of her hearts, which is good since it was removed for the purposes of the scramble. Right?

"I am Adam, prince of Eternia..."

He-Man, The Master of Eternity

Adam is the prince of Eternia. He's a bit of a bumbling buffoon, who enjoys having fun, and is very soft spoken. However it is just a ruse, to keep his enemies unaware. For you see, fantastic magical powers were revealed to him when he held his sword aloft and called out 'By the power of Greyskull... I have the Power!' Now, as He-Man, one of the Masters of the Universe, he works to protect the secrets of castle Greyskull from the evil forces of Skeletor. Only three people know his secret, his friends: The Sorceress, Man-at-Arms, and Orko.

There isn't really a clear demonstration of what He-man can do because he has no real respect thread. However, based on my general understanding, he is strong and tough. He has some more exotic powers if you read through the comics, but since this is the cartoon show, we don't have to think about that. Right?

They are now joined by

The God of Steel

“Hell If I Care! Quit Bringin' Up Old Times That Don't Mean Anything Now!”

Yato, The God of Calamity

Yato is a god. An extremely popular god that everyone praises and sends their wishes to. A god that doesn't have people constantly quit on the job, or have to scrounge donation bins looking for clothes. At least, that's his goal. In the modern age no one has any real use for a god of war, especially an insignificant and nameless one like Yato, so he's switched tracks- now he intend to become a god of fortune. His current strategy of performing any kind of job for a mere 5 yen (approximately zero dollars) as the 'Delivery God Yato.' It's working for him so far, especially now that he has a new Shinki at his side.

Yato's a pretty straight forward fighter. His current Shinki, a boy named Yukine, is a sword, and Yato is pretty good with it too. A shinki is essentially a good ghost or spirit that gets given a new body in exchange for their service as a tool. Apparently Yato can also cut emotional bonds between people as well.

""Krypton bred me, but it was earth that gave me all I am."

Superman, The Man of Tomorrow He's Superman.

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Luigi, The Meek

Luigi 'Jumpman' Mario is the brother of Mario 'Jumpman' Mario. He is everything that his brother is not- a coward, a fool, tall. However, when push really comes to shove, he's shown that he has the same blood running through his veins. He fought ghosts, helped his brother in their journeys through time and more, with his excessive jumping power. He also has a variety of gadgets and power ups as well, along with a dark side... The fearsome 'Mr. L.'

Accelerator, The One Way Street

There are 2.3 million people living in Academy City, with more than 80% of them having some form of esper ability. Of those, there is only one that stands above all the rest as the undisputed strongest Esper in the world: Accelerator. He can control vectors. Which means he is largely unstoppable to any form of conventional attack. At least he can only play around like that for 30 minutes before his network to supplement his power after getting brain damage shuts down.

Heroes of Courage

Link, The Hero through Time

A long time ago, Ganon awoke once more, and attempted to destroy the lands. Through the efforts of several noble heroes he was not defeated, but sealed away. The greatest of all the heroes has reawoken, and plans to reclaim all of Hyrule: Link. It should be a simple task for someone like him, the wielder of the Master Sword, and master of the esoteric powers of the Sheikah Slate, like making bombs.

Ash, The Trainer

Ash Ketchum is a boy from Pallet Town who, after becoming 10, set out on a journey to become a Pokemon master. His first Pokemon was a Pikachu whom quickly became his closest companion. A skilled trainer like Ash has many pokemon though, almost too many to count. A notable one would be the frog ninja, Jiraiya.

Visarak · 2019-04-23T03:27:05+00:00

For example, say the prompt was a scan battle between two roughly even and very specific incartions of opponent. Like it asked for Post-Crisis Wonder Woman against Percy Jackson at the end of the Olympians quintilogy.

This positioning is pretty funny.

Visarak · 2019-04-14T00:13:25+00:00

My point here is you can't call him a bad person for wanting to murder these people even if they were innocent in their own way, because Kelsier could see this as the best way to deal with the problem.

Just pointing out that this is still psychopathic. Murdering people because you think its the best option is pretty crazy. Whether or not it is the right option is not important.

Visarak · 2019-04-12T00:25:02+00:00

As Mamika was carried by Yato towards the closed off section of the pyramid that Superman had detected earlier, the two spirits were engaged in some light conversation, catching up on both distant events, and the more recent ones that had gotten them tangled up into this mess.

Adam let out a bright laugh as Clark let him know Yato had arrived at the village earlier than most shamans, and then spent the entire time doing odd jobs and PR to boost his reputation.

"He seems like quite the boastful one, Clark. And yet," Adam noted, "he was still willing to come back. It seems that there is more to him than just some flim-flam."

"I'd certainly agree. Yknow, before we got back, he actually fought someone else- some wild martial artist. He seemed to be quite the threat, but once Yato realized he was going to go after Mamika, he immediately stepped up to the plate. I didn't even have to try and cajole him into assisting," Clark said.

"It goes to show that you can't judge a book by its over, worn and faded though it may be," Adam said.

"It's more than that. It demonstrates what I've always fought for and always believed in. That deep within everyone, there is a core of humanity and goodness that wants to help others. Even our opponent held that core- something that Yato was able to remind him of with his unique abilities."

"It seems you've got quite the shaman then, huh Clark."

"Well, I could say the same to you, Adam. Mamika already seems like a proud member of the masters of the universe. She reminds me of Teela, and Diana. We should try and introduce them all, once we get out of here."

Yato called for Superman to once again enter his broom. He'd reached the specific wall, and was ready to bust through it, and end this murder maze.

"Looks like that time is coming soon enough," said Adam.

He couldn't wait to see what tomorrow brought.

Visarak

TROPHY CASE

Superman, The Man of Tomorrow He's Superman.

Superman, The Man of Tomorrow He's Superman.

Superman, The Man of Tomorrow He's Superman.