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(04-29-2016, 05:42 AM)AgentBlue Wrote: »The clouds were black, the skies roiling with fear as the gap in space opened into a maw of aggression. The fate of universes was at hand, the cries of the innocent shouted into the void, the arrows of eagle-eyed archers flew blindly into the sky and never came back down. And in the middle of all of this came the godlike beings that marked past, present and future...

"It has come down to this." Bien was a tall, rake-thin man, with a shock of gray hair exuding from the dark space behind his colorless robed cowl, and his voice tasted of the tip of one's tongue. "It has been time for a long time now."

"I'm glad we're all here!" Iss' high-pitched, energetic voice didn't match up with her body, which was short, weak and waif-like, almost momentary in its presence. Under her cowled hood, faintly glowing brown eyes shone out into the void. "I wanna get started right away!"

"Iss, my sister... all shall be ready soon." Wille, the last of them, was harder to pin down than any of the others. Their voice was insubstantial, unresolvable with the naked ear, and the intricate scars on their cheeks glowed black from under their hooded robe.

"The time has come where the three of us must settle our differences, and... and..." The voice of Bien grew dusty from disuse, and for a moment the trio stood in his vast library of all that has been. Then they were in the void above the clouds once more.

"'Cooperate' is the word you're looking for, my brother!" Iss giggled.

Wille stared down into the roiling clouds. "We will gather together our symbols, and we will pit them against each other in the broken ruins of these worlds..."

"And then we all know who rules the next one!" There was a distinct tinkling sound as Iss lowered a hand, dipping it into a tall stormcloud. When she pulled it out, a sparkling purple pony with wings and a unicorn horn stood perfectly still in her hand. "Here's one of mine! This is "

Wille repeated the action, and drew out a hauntingly beautiful vampire. "And her name shall be Evangeline Morelock-Lanceblood."

"Mediacraci." The pale androgyne still had their computer suspended above their lap.

"Lucian Julius Mandragora! And your name's Prometheus!" The battered cleric/smith stood frozen, pointed hand outstretched, as if admonishing an invisible observer. The cubical Prometheus lay upside down in the palm of Iss' hand.

"Huggoth." The many hugging appendages caught various wisps of cloud on their way out, as if hugging the last memory of the old world.

"Here's Porky Pig! He's pretty porky." The bipedal pig stood almost theatrically, arms outstretched. "And that's all, folks!"

"Wait, was that all? Were those the only symbols you prepared?" Bien sounded scandalized.

Wille laid a soft, indistinct hand on their sister's shoulder. "My dear sister, you are going to need more than just three symbols for this grand cooperative."

Iss looked at him, then at Bien. "My choices aren't good enough?" She asked, with tears in her voice.

"No, no, not at all!" Wille tried to defuse the situation. "We are simply going to.. to..." Words failed him.

"W-well, fine! I'll find more symbols! We'll ALL find more symbols!" Sniffling, she grabbed both her siblings' hands and dragged them down, deep into the clouds.

...and in their wake an uncountable number of beings found themselves dislodged, displaced, disarrayed across the broken worlds. Entire civilizations fell through the void, planets dropped out of existence, and even as the contestants thus far chosen began to fall back into the roiling storm...

...when...

(04-01-2016, 04:50 AM)Whimbrel Wrote: »quite suddenly, all the contestants find themselverse torn from the patter n of their daily lives and carelessy shoved through the fabrics of reality into an empty space. well i say empty, but its obviously not empty-empty, you know? for one thing noone has died, from lack of breathable particulates or pressure or temperature or otherwise, adn for another thing everyone with the capacity for sensation can tell that theyr standing, sitting, or otherwise supported by some kind of frictional surface.

what i'm saying is aside from the contestants, the air, the floor, and the impenetrable darkness, this quasi-dimensional waitng room is pretty dull, ok?

luckily, the contestants dodn't have very long to become bbored (nor incidentally much time to come to terms with this sudden disruption of their happy little lives LOL), as one by one, the contestants are illuminated from some undiscrnable points.

spotlights.

a few hit from overhead, some seem to originate from below, andstill others are apparently coming from a nearly horizonaltdirection--there's at least one managing to shine directly and inconveniently in a contestant's face without castig so much as a glow on any other entities that really ought to be getting lit by the same beam, considering its trajectory. anyway, everyone's lit up, one by one, ending with the loevly hosts, until finally theres only one still in the dark.

There are only a few moments to appreciate the view of the othe r contestants before the floor begins to shake and rattle with the familyar cadence of every microphoned sports announcer ever

"Folks we've got a real great show lined up tonight, and you ALL get front row seats...as the stars! And we've got a very special contender here with us tonight! "

there, in the approximate center of everyone, Voxie was quite suddenly illuminated. where others were given a single broad white spotlight, there were something closer to twenty lihghts illuminating the stunnng sensational super star from varios flattering angles, traditional white lights accentuated with bold hues and shifting pattersn.

"So please, put your hands together for....Theeeee.... VOCALIST!"

"Wow! I know! You're welcome!"voxie said, supplying her own (well deserved) praises.

Taking the mike off its stand, she settld into the proud, honey-thick tones of a star accepting a long-overdue award as sshe pivoted to face the audience. (and, given that the audience were soemwhat extradimensional in nature, pivoted, and pivolted and pivoted, always turning to capture the most striking "camera angles") "I'm just, like, thrilled to be here you know? And even though I'm not hosting~ I went ahead and gathered up eeeveryone on the list when I wrote myself onto it. You're welcome! He he he~!"

"I hope you'll alllll give me a great stage to play on, alright? Do your best!"

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Spoilersorry for taking so long~! things got really busy for me and so i only managed to post and edit this thing i wrote aaaaaages ago! so now i've decided that voxie's intro is canon~! THanks for helping out Whimsy~~~~!