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Ixcaliber · 09-19-2011, 11:43 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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Gatr · 09-20-2011, 12:35 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by ~ATH.

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SpoilerYou do realize that since Rueben had become the blob, his main consciousness housed in the core you exploded and then compressed into a singularity/ate, you essentially just killed my character, right?

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Ixcaliber · 09-20-2011, 12:55 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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Gatr · 09-20-2011, 01:04 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by ~ATH.

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Anomaly · 09-20-2011, 04:26 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Anomaly.

"The tiger... Yes, yes, just as expected. It all fits, all fits... It's becoming clearer. We must continue."

The surviving three contestants were instantly taken from the scene, once more suspended in nothingness. It was a brief stay, however- soon, they were whisked away again to somewhere else entirely. It seemed, albeit briefly, like a normal, everyday city. Commuters headed to work, taxis clogging the streets... Until one noticed that the taxis occasionally decided to drive upwards instead of staying on the roads, or that some of the buildings appeared to be upside-down. Or that the entire city seemed to ignore the laws of physics, the ground twisting in all directions with no regard for gravity, the people walking a few inches above the pavement as if it were perfectly normal.

"This place... Yes, this is the place. Ignores reason, ignores logic. The people may seem innocuous but they aren't who they appear to be, aren't what they appear to be. Nothing is as it appears, no, no... The laws, or lack of laws, will apply to all of you just as they apply to the people. But be wary... Be wary that you do not become what they have. Go now... There is no choice."

The three remaining contestants found themselves scattered around the odd city, which the Administration Personality had failed to name.

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Solaris · 09-22-2011, 03:10 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

"Well... shit."

Arckal found himself quite the view. Looking ahead of him was a large and spiraling highway. It was literally spiraling. It might have also been some sort of fractal. The point is that looking at it hurt. But it seemed to be the only thing to look at. He was surrounded by cars and roads, standing in what seemed to be the only island of grass in some Escher architecture.

Arckal tried to avoid large roads. When he first became this way, he quickly realized that simply the act of stepping onto the highway led to some freak accident. At first it was small, and focused on him, all he had to do was swerve around the Komodo Dragon or run over the Crocodile and he was done. The last time he went on a road in broad daylight was after accidentally starting the 1st annual drag race with explosions.

Then he thought about what had just happened in the facility. The blob and Rebuen were one and the tiger died? And it was his fault...

"Well, that thing's here somewhere. And it's up to me to stop it."
Taking the restrainium rids with him, Arckal got onto the motorcycle that he had spawned next to and he began to ride on the paradoxical road.

A few moments later he was hanging from it upside down and there was a floating six car pileup.

Ixcaliber · 09-25-2011, 05:16 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

Reuben doubleplusunslowful finded himself in plusunold location. Eurasian Gonesayer resay words Reuben unknow. Reuben rethinked events.

Forego Animal, Technology and Sunglow planned hateact him... doubleplusunstandard Rueben feeled him was Doubleplushim. Reuben uncontrol, plusunrestrainedful hateact. Plusuncheerful hateact on Animal, doubleplusunable end hateact on pleasantful Oceanian Animal. Technology and Sunglow had fearwalked, Animal act save Technology and Sunglow. Perhaps also good Oceanians? Reuben thinked if Technology and Sunglow also in unold location, he'd try talk with them. If good Oceanian speak Newspeak, if not Eurasian enemy. Reuben was doubleplussure.

Rueben heared fearspeak and alllooked. Rueben was unallplaces, oneplace. Around him paper forms? Forms locked in hard card? Shelves of cardforms. Fearspeaking unthought as regard cardforms. 'Books' some doubleplusunstandard part of his mind sayed. Reuben held cardforms... books... and opened papers ('pages' unstandard informed). More papers... pages he doubleplusful rethinked. More pages inside book than space for all pages to fit. Doubleplusunstandardful. Reuben tried plusbooks. Some less pages than space. DOUBLEPLUSUNSTANDARDFUL! He tried doubleplusbooks, doubleplusunslowful seeing shelves in air, not on floor. DOUBLEDOUBLEPLUSUNSTANDARDFUL! He finded this place doubleplusuneasyful to describe. All so doubleplusunstandardful. That unstandard part of his mind unamicableful telled him 'this place was weird'. Reuben agreed. This place was doubeplusweird.

The 'books' were full of words Reuben unknowed, unstandard unhelped him, and he thinked to leave doubleplusweirdful place. As he moved through place, more shelves and books, desk and technology and exit. No persons anywhere. Reuben thinked this doubleplusstandardful. Had he seen blackpaste he'd fearwalk, he had done. He moved to exit, doubleplusunstandardful finded bookbuilding high in sky above city.

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Solaris · 09-26-2011, 04:18 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

Despite his feeble attempt to explain his situation and making many apologies and all sorts of stories, when the Law Enforcement arrived to deal with the floating pile up and the purported cause of it all, Arckal was arrested silently and tossed in jail without a word in edgewise. Mournful at what had happened at the facility, disappointed in what he had just done to the highway, and just feeling overall shitty, Arckal just sat in his half of the cell in wailing in his own stew of negative emotions.

"Uhm, could you pass the bottle of water?"

Arckal dejectedly took the bottle of water and handed it to his cell mate. Then he saw his cell mate and he sort of flipped out a little.

"M... Michael? Michael Bay?"

"Hmm? Yes, that's me I suppose, although I go by The Extravagant these days, you must be a distraught fan, saddened by my presence here, no, don't worry, this is all a big misunderstanding; I'll be out in no time at all."

"Michael, it's me, Arckal! Remember? The filming of Destiny Force? When you did... that?"

Michael Bay made a contemplative hmm before leaning a bit close to Arckal a sniffing. "... Ah, yes, you are from my origin universe aren't you... it's been a long time I'm sorry about that."

"Michael, it's only been like, half a year, how do you not remember all of the months of shooting?"

"Well, what was six months for you was eons and eons for me, and boy have I been busy!"

"What?"

"Oh man, after I mastered this whole godlike power shtick, I immediately began to film all across the multiverse!"

"What?"

"Oh yes, I got exclusive rights with the Executive Producer to direct the movie version of the Multiversial Consensus, have you seen these shirts?" He conjures out a blue t-shirt with "In Yo Vase" slathered across in navy, "These sell like hotcakes!"

"What?"

"I was right in the middle of filming another film, The Phantasmagorical Scrimmage! Buuuuut, it turns out that someone decided that going and kidnapping a few people for a multidemsional battle to the death is illegal." He rolled his eyes and said the last word with a sneer.

Arckal once more had a face of surprise, however, this one was much more worried. "Wait... Shieldman... and Reuben!"

"Who?"

"They're in this battle with me, just like the kind you said, Shieldman's a robot and Reuben became some sort of... blob thing. Oh god, he could be anywhere in this city, we need to stop him." Arckal began to shake Micheal Bay for emphasis.

Then an officer approached their cell. Arckal looked up once more, giving him a surprise trifecta for the last thirty minutes.

"Shieldman? What are you doing here?"

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GBCE · 09-28-2011, 10:35 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by shieldman.

As Shieldman approached the jail cell he had been assigned to, he observed the inmates around him. Adapting to the-- altered, not abandoned-- physics of the area had not been hard. It was the jellyfish people that were a bit odd to him. Jellyfish were probably the only organism that could survive such illogical conditions without adverse effect. Their goopy bodies stretched and writhed around in the iron cells, held back by what appeared to be superheated bars over the doors, which naturally gathered frost.

Keys clinked in the lock of Arckal and Michael Bay's cell, and Shieldman stepped in, peering at a clipboard.

"Citizen Arckal Stich, under the Proximity And Limitations Of Physical Distance Modification laws, your charges have been rendered null. There was a physics terrorist using causality to initi--"

"Cut to the chase, Shieldman. What're you doing here?" Arckal quipped.

"Yessir. I was drafted into the police force... four minutes nineteen seconds after my arrival in this city, due to my body being non-gelatinous."

"You mean those squelchy guys? Yeah, they're the ones who threw me in here. But lookie who I found rottin' in the slammer."

"Hey there."

"Michael Bay. Director of numerous explosion-laden cinematographic pieces. Recently ascended to godhood. It is... ironic to meet a deity in such a place."

Shieldman gestured about the dank, cement-block cell; despite the lack of facial expression, dislike dripped from his words. It was most likely the inaccuracies about robotkind in Transformers that gave him a bit of a grudge against Bay.

"I have been instructed to escort you both to the Chief of Police in the Tertiary Bureaucratic Offices in West-North-West building."

Arckal's expression went sour at the idea of dealing with governmental red tape. "Can't you, y'know, speed it up a little? Get us outta here quick?"

Shieldman nodded after a moment. "Chief Jigglywobble has been informed of your release, Citizen Arckal. You may leave. Godhead Bay... you may accompany us. I foresee a godlike entity being a useful asset in our current objective."

Michael snickered at the ambiguous language, but stood up alongside his muscle-bound disciple. Shieldman escorted them both from the cell and into a short stone passageway that seemed to taper off until it was no more than a few centimeters tall at the other end. Without so much as a second thought, the robot strode forward, seeming to shrink far faster than perspective would normally cause. He turned and waved for the movie-men to follow.

"This doesn't look... all that safe, tin man." Arckal muttered, staring uncertainly at the puny door a few feet off.

"It's quite safe. I assume you will have difficulty adjusting to this? Unfortunate. Simply act as I do, and we may be able to progress without incident."

The actor took a step or two forward, putting on a bold expression, figuring it couldn't be any stranger than the ending of Inception. The hallway shrunk and grew simultaneously. Shieldman opened the door, now a meter tall, and the city unfolded before them.

Literally.

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Solaris · 09-28-2011, 10:44 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

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GBCE · 09-29-2011, 08:08 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by shieldman.

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Ixcaliber · 09-30-2011, 02:10 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

Reuben thinkasked Eurasia alltimes doubleplusweird. Bookbuilding unonly floating building. Farwise plusbuildings floated. Reuben thinked standardful event in Eurasia. Standardwise buildings unfloat. Eurasian buildings have float technology, he thinked. Plusluckfully easy find float technology with manyeyes and manyselves. Uneasy when finded, Rueben unknow technology. Reuben thinked have to break float technology. Standardwise doubleplusungood break float technology. He had newbody, break float technology, be fine... thinkwantwise...

Reuben closelook bookbuilding. He finded shelves of books, plusshelves of books and doubleplusshelves of books. Doubleplusbooks! He finded room of metalboxs filled with browncards. He unfinded float technology. He goed to exit and looked city. It was doublepluslong down. Standardwise be doubleplusuncalmful. He feeled if fall be fine, but felt doubleplusunstandardful. He thinked, fall one part of self. If die then unbig die. If die wait, and read book. He'd moved when animal died, he wait for others die.

Opposed standardful feels, Reuben let unbig self fall. He feeled wind as self fell unslowwise and plusunslowwise. Going slowwise notimes. Doubleplusunslowwise as neared ground, then doubleplusunstandardful slowwise stop unharshwise. Safeful. Doubleplusunstandardful! Weird part of mind said 'i ??????? the word you are looking for is 'surprised' ????????? how ???? meanings does unstandardful have?' Reuben feeled unclearful, unfineful about weirdmind. He forced unremember for now, plusurgent things to do. He let self fall.

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Solaris · 10-01-2011, 11:53 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

Arckal looked at the spiraling landscape. He saw the odd buildings and almost painful architecture. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to keep himself grounded. Looking down, he noticed that it would be easier said than done.

"Okay, so how are we going to get out of here?" Arckal said, looking down at the seemingly bottomless roadway below. "Even if we can get out in one, it isn't like we can easily travel seeing that it seems impossible for non-native people to travel around."

Micheal Bay cracked his fingers and just smiled. "Ah, you forget that you are traveling with me. Now I suppose I can hang with you boys while I wait for the crew to get here, after all this place looks like a wonderful place to shoot. Not to mention you thing sounds like a great film." With a simple snap, a majestic yellow light sparkled and slowly began to transfigure itself into the shape of a vehicle. The gold car roared with the sound of a thousand lions as it's large wheels formed and its frame finished its glorious glow. The entire car looked sort of like a cross between a sports car and a Hummer. It even was a convertible.

"Alright boys I'll be driving. Don't worry about the lack of physics, I know a few tricks for that."

Arckal looked worriedly at Shieldman, who simply shrugged and said "Shotgun."

With a sigh, Arckal entered the back of the car. Almost instantly, with a sound like a rocket blasting off, the car drove off into the air without regard to gravity, almost more so than the other cars normally were.
"Wooo!"
It was only then that Arckal realized there weren't any seatbelts.

"So, where is this Ribbon?"
"Rueben."
"The chief said that there were reports of a disturbance near the library."
"So what directions that?"
"He informed me that it was down the road, around the Starbucks, and over the woods."
"Alrighto, hang on boys."
"To what?"

As the car ripped through the city, leaving behind a gold tinted rainbow trail, Arckal held on as well as he could, hoping desperately that they wouldn't fall off. Of course, they didn't but that didn't exactly stop things from falling on to them.

*plop*

Arckal wiped the weird blobbish thing that had just fell on his head. "What the hell is this..." He took a closer look at the oddly colored goop.
"Wait is this..."
Arckal looked up to see a large mass of blob fall from the sky as if it were aiming directly at him. He leaped up and out of the way, trying to catch his breath before realizing that he was standing up in the air without any floor under him. He acted quickly, taking out a Restrainium rod and swinging it in an attempt to hang on to a car. He did an incredible flip and landed on the top of a sedan driving in the opposite direction, speeding far far away.

Micheal Bay was less than impressed. "Huh. Ah, he'll make do. Anyway, seems we've got a new guest, Rueborn was it? How are ya?" He extended out an arm to the blob as if expecting a response.

GBCE · 10-02-2011, 11:55 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by shieldman.

"Sir, I do not think we should be going so fas--"

Shieldman held on while Michael Bay piloted the Hummer through the urban tapestry. He had every reason to arrest him on the spot for speeding through non-physical airspace, but decided against taking any legal action against a god. Instead, he kept watch for anything violating the laws of physics in an aggressive manner.

"Citizen Arckal, what is that?" Shieldman pointed upwards, to a small falling object. It landed with a *plop*, almost on Arckal's head, and the robot recoiled immediately; he had no Restrainium left to defend himself. Instead, he leaped through the open top, spiraling off in the opposite direction that Arckal had jumped.

"Godhead Bay, we will reunite at a later time!" he cried as he plummeted to the road below, accelerating and slowing at the same time.

"Alright, then. You two have fun. I'll have a chat with our friend Rollo here."

Shieldman landed with an un-thud on a flatbed truck, speeding backwards down a rather M.C. Escher-inspired highway. Alongside him, Arckal lay sprawled out on the top of a sedan, holding on for dear life. Shieldman called across to him, "Cit' Arckal! Assessment?"

"What do you think, you crazy tin can?! We're under attack by a giant mass of goop in a city that makes no damn sense!"

"Indeed. Intended course of action?"

"I'm makin' it up as I go along!! You might as well do the same!"

"Understood."

Arckal got to his feet, ignoring air resistance and gravity. Shieldman did the same, and peered ahead to where they were headed. A huge building, levitating ominously in the distance, seemed to be their destination.

"Ah! Headquarters, Main Branch, location of Chief Jigglywobble's office."

"Oh, great. We're going from one mass of squishy stuff to another."

"We require weapons, do we not? I assume your singular restrainium rod will not repulse the entirety of Reuben."

"You're saying... there are anti-goo weapons in that fortress there?"

"For lack of a better term, yes. Anti-goo weapons."

The two allies-by-consequence sped on to the Headquarters, pondering strategies to take down the mass of Oceanian they had to deal with. As their vehicles pulled into the parking lot, a red light swung forward and pointed at Arckal. Shieldman called for it to disengage, but a loud BEEP confirmed his denial.

"Citizen Arckal, I advise you do something rather... action-y... very soon."

Ixcaliber · 10-09-2011, 10:14 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

The Extravagant's thought process as Reuben attempted to communicate with him could be summed up as thus:

1. This thing sure does talk funny.

2. Seriously what is this thing's deal?

3. Bored now.

Step four was the spark of an idea which given who he was and what he was looking at was pretty much inevitable.

5. Profit.

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Reuben doubleplusunslowful finded himself in unold location. Uncalmfulwise he finded himself unable to move. Location darkful, plusunclearful. Nearwise circle of people; uncalmful men with plusbeards and oldwise hatetools. Slowwise a glowful man walked up pridewisefully.

Reuben knew him; Second Sunglow. He had thinked if Sunglow likely Oceanian, Second Sunglow also likely Oceanian. He had speaked Second Sunglow after safefall from bookhouse. Then doubleplusunslowful he finded himself here.

"Hello, and welcome to the Phantasmagorical Scrimmage 2.0!" The Extravagant announced to the group of immobilised contestants. "It's a battle to the death and let me tell you it is going to be pretty sweet. According to my research team this is the part where I introduce you all to one another, before setting you loose to beat the shit out of each other for my amusement."

The Extravagant strode up to the first of the bearded men. He was wearing plate armour, had shoulder length black hair and silver eyes. "This is Azazel Deathbringer." The Extravagant said. "Though some of you may be noting the distinct lack of weaponry upon his person, don't worry Azazel isn't going to be a pushover, for he has the ability to breathe swords. Also he's immortal; one to watch out for if you ask me."

The Extravagant made his way around the circle introducing each contestant and insisting that they were 'one to watch out for'. If it was possible their powers got more and more absurd as he went around the group. Eventually he came to a stop in front of Reuben.

"This is... erm... Reborn I think his name was." He paused for a moment, thinking back before deciding that yes that was probably correct. "He's well... I'm not one hundred percent sure of what his deal is. He speaks funny and is like a blob thing. He's definately the wildcard in this competition. I'd watch out for him if I were you guys!"

Reuben unknew Second Sunglow's meaning. Event was familiarful to forcetaking. Reuben thinked if forcetaking take Oceanian by Eurasian for unknowed reason, this forcetaking Eurasian by Eastasian? If Second Sunglow Eastasian, Sunglow Eastasian ally?

The lights went up on the darkened room, that the contestants of the Phantasmagorical Scrimmage 2.0 found themselves in. Reuben would have been unable to describe his surroundings other than to repeatedly use the word technology. There were conveyor belts and machines manufacturing weapons of war. Of course since they were still in the City in Which Physics Work Somewhat Differently not all of the manufacturing processes being carried out on the weaponry seemed to be physically possible.

"Welcome to the BayCorp Weapons Factory." The Extravagant said with a flourish. "My own personal prophouse. Here you'll find an ever replenishing supply of cool weaponry which you could and should use to fill one another full of bullets, or blow shit up, or whatevs." He paused for a second as something seemed to occur to him. "It's worth bearing in mind that this whole place is totes escape proof. Trying to blow your way out is a waste of time and good explosives." A second pause, as something else occurred to him. "Most battles are like 'one guy dies and then you go somewhere else' but come on, look at this place how sweet it is? Why would I want to go anywhere else? You stay right here no matter what happens. Sooooo... yeah... go and kill some dudges, last one standing gets a request from me I guess, and also gets to go home. A pretty sweet deal if you ask me."

And with that the group of bearded swordsmen and Reuben found themselves scattered throughout the weapons factory.

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Solaris · 10-10-2011, 06:07 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

"The Chief says that bizarrely there seems to be no sign at all of Reuebn! It is almost as if he disappeared."

Arckal and Shieldman were sitting in the office of the aforementioned Police Chief of this insane city that had some incomprehensible name. After a few hours of searching after the accidental separation, a sweep of the city revealed absolutely no clues. Arckal was just confused, reasoning that Reuben had to be alive or else they wouldn't be here.

"And Micheal hasn't been seen either... you don't think...."

And then it hit him. Micheal Bay had been running his own battles and now he took Reuben for one.
"So... that means we're trapped. Here. Oh god..."

"Now, it isn't that bad. Chief Jigglywobble says that he would be glad to have you on the force."

Arckal cried.

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Deep in some odd and almost unknown space, lies a, at this point, only somewhat elaborated upon computer. As it continuously performs its single function, allocating and calculating without error... well, mostly without error. Once, possibly long ago, possibly yesterday, a being had created the GBCE's first and only error. While the being had left and the error had been supposedly dealt with, you know what they say about virused, they are sneakier than a quixil on the morrow's day.

Wait, what do you mean they don't say that?

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"Uh... how did that happen?"

Arckal and Shieldman were utterly flabbergasted to find themselves not in the spiraling city without a name, but oddly enough in a dark room with red velvet everywhere. Turning around, the pair saw a large screen with many different burly and large men. Watching them all was a very well dressed man slightly glowing and exclaiming about all sorts of things. "This is great stuff, I'll make millions!"
"Citizen Arckal, I believe that is Micheal Bay. And look, over at the screen, it is Reuben!"

The Phantasmagorical Scrimmage 2.0 had been... exciting to say the least. The first to fall was Michael "The Situation" Sorrentino (dude form jersey who had gotten because of his dad), quickly followed by Sir Franklin Crow (pastry loving knight). At the moment, two of the remaining contestants had decided to team up against the terrifying Azazel and all of them had more or less completley ignored Rueben, who had devoured Sir Crow whole, which was sort of a bummer for everyone else.

From the time it took Arckal and Shieldman to talk down the isle, Lucia Scorn (female swordsman and dragontamer) had been slaughtered by Mr. Olympia's (perpetuated strongest man) impressive, burly, and meaty arms. As the explosions and gore were broadcasted and recorded, the two walked up to and began to ask The Extravagant about just what the hell was going on.

"Ah, boys, how'd you get here?" He cut them off before they could respond, "Oh I see that you've noticed my Phantasmagorical Scrimmage 2.0! Yes, your boy Arjay has been a great asset, he's a household name!" He conjures up a shirt with 'Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Ribbon?' plastered on. "Eh? EH?"

"Wait, Micheal, can you just take us home? All of us?"

"Uh... sure I guess, after this over. Just sit down and watch the show!" The entire building shook as the Gorilla with a shot-gun for an arm with a rocket launcher blew Liam Oceandrifter to smithereens with a tank. "OH MAN DID YOU SEE THAT, HA HA."

"Uh... Micheal how close is this place to us."

"Over there." He pointed to a gold door and began to devour some more popcorn.

Looking at the door that had the event that would lead to their freedom, Arckal stood up and, with a sigh, ran through.

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Ixcaliber · 10-19-2011, 01:51 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

On the one hand Azazel was pretty pissed off that some shiny douchebag had the nerve to think he could just pick him up and slap him into the middle of the Fantastic Douchefest 3000 or whatever this bullshit was called without his explicitly written consent. And as soon as he had got his slaughter on and annihilated these losers he was going to go after that glowing freak and teach him that you do not mess with Azazel Deathbringer, that if you so much as even attempt to mess with Azazel Deathbringer he will bring the death. And that was what he had done. The bloody remains of his opponents littered Azazel's path through the factory.

Azazel peered around a conveyor belt, along which partially assembled weapons contrarily slid the wrong way along the moving belt. In the distance he could see the muscled guy, he had been introduced but, seriously, as if Azazel was going to bother to remember the names of seven soon-to-be-corpses. Azazel grinned and casually strode out his hands jammed in his pockets, towards the world's most overcompensating man or whatever this guy's thing was.

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Arckal was dangerous, well maybe he was not so dangerous in of himself, but as you know by now, dangerous things happen around him. He could be sitting in a dingy café drinking a cup of coffee and somehow things would get dangerous and there would have to be an action sequence. Imagine what happens when someone like that walks into a factory full of weapons.

Suddenly assembly robots, vaguely resembling the squid creatures that ran this city, found their primitive minds malfunction spectacularly leaving only one purpose: to destroy Arckal Stich. Consequently before they were even into the factory proper Arckal and Shieldman were under heavy attack. The cephalopodic androids flung grenades, opened fire with machine guns, one even found itself a minigun to haul around. Much of the advanced weaponry had been ignored by the contestants, most of who were either content with their own weapons or were clueless, having come from cultures that had never developed that kind of weaponry.

The robots were quickly upon them; Arckal nimbly dodged a hail of bullets by leaping onto a moving conveyor belt, Shieldman simply let the bullets thud uselessly into his heavy chassis.

“Halt, fellow robots!” Shieldman exclaimed. “By order of law you are mandated to cease and desist!” Arckal snatched up a pair of submachine guns from the conveyor and opened fire upon the assembly robots. Sparks flew as bullets slammed into the robots slender frames. Other robots were sent flying as Shieldman’s energy projectiles reduced them to little more than a cloud of free-flying scrap metal. It was all very exciting.

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Reuben feeled plusgoodful. Doubleplusunstandardfulwise Reuben was plusclearful beardmen Eurasian enemy. A beardman had walked to Reuben and talked. Reuben unknew beardman meaning (“how about we form a team-up, you don’t have to say anything just at the moment if you don’t want but I’ll do my best to protect you all the way to the end and in return you try to protect me? We cool Reborn?”), but knew beardman Eurasian enemy. Beardman proudful eated pastry and sharpened sword. Reuben doubleplusunslowful hateact, eated beardman. After Reuben looked more Eurasian enemys, plusunable finded them.

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There were explosions everywhere. Arckal nimbly dodged rockets launched by a particularly irate gorilla with a shotgun for an arm. A stray rocket slammed into a rifle manufacturing machine, which exploded in a shower of flaming debris and promptly unexploded, putting itself back together as good as new, arguably working even better than it had previously been. Shieldman was largely unaffected by the explosions, his shielding protecting him from any real damage. Arckal dodged between crates packed with weaponry as the gorilla with a shotgun for an arm blasted intermittently at him. Soon he was through the storage area and face to face with his aggressor. He dodged a shotgun blast, levelled his twin submachine guns at the gorilla and pulled the trigger. They clicked, empty.

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Mister Olympia could punch his way through a solid steel wall, at the very height of his athletic prowess he had been able to fold sheet metal into an origami swan and then beat his enemies to death with it. He was the very peak of physical perfection. But none of that matters when a cloud of razor sharp blades plunges into your face. Mister Olympia’s final thoughts were for his beloved wife who he would never have the opportunity to reconcile with and his children who would never know what had happened to their father. Then all that was left of him was a grisly explosion of blood and flesh; Azazel Deathbringer was bringing the death.

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While Shieldman dealt with the remaining assembly robots Arckal was in the midst of a fight with a gorilla with a shotgun for an arm. For a little while there Arckal had actually been concerned, pinned down by a homicidal gorilla with a shotgun for an arm was not the way he had intended on checking out. Luckily the gorilla had run out of ammunition pretty quickly and didn’t seem to have any discernible way to reload his arm. In the machete fight that had fallen, the gorilla had been significantly handicapped by its shotgun arm, scoring only superficial hits that did little more than tear Arckal’s shirt. Blow by blow the gorilla weakened, became more sluggish as it slowly bled out.

The gorilla dispatched Arckal snagged its rocket launcher and wandered off to see if he could find where Shieldman had got to.

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Azazel approached the black blob thing, which was, according to the massive scoreboard mounted upon the walls of the factory, the last competitor standing. What the hell was this thing even supposed to be? A blob? What a fucking load. Azazel ate blobs for breakfast. This was going to be such an anticlimax. He strode towards Reuben, confident with a smirk upon his face. As he approached the blob he took a deep breath and blew out a gust of whirling blades at the black blob. Within moments it was sliced and diced, collapsed upon the floor, dead.

“Hey, fucking glowing douchebag!” Azazel called. “I did it. I won; now get the fuck out here so I can show you not to fuck with Azazel Deathbringer.”

As he swaggered around yelling for the Grandmaster to come to him, Reuben reconstituted himself. In truth his victory here had never really been in question. The Extravagant had in his hurry to set up the Phantasmagorical Scrimmage 2.0 neglected to grab all of Reuben and even now Reuben’s core was still stuck in a library hovering high above the City In Which Physics Work Somewhat Differently.

Reuben eated.

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The Extravagant made his entrance in, what else, an explosion of explosions, just as Shieldman and Arckal arrived in the vicinity, drawn there by Azazel’s confrontational yells. “Congratulations Ribbon.” He said enthusiastically. “You did it, and in record time too. You would not believe how long most battles take, I mean seriously it is like cut to the chase already we get it, am I right? Of course I fucking am.” He paused for a moment, noticing Arckal and Shieldman. “Oh hey guys. This is Ribbon, oh yeah that’s right you introduced him to me. What am I thinking? Anyway he won the battle and now he gets some kind of request from me.” The Extravagant turned his attention back to the blob which had raised itself to his height.

“You, Sunglow and Technology are Eastasian ally?” Reuben asked… somehow.

“Jesus what is this guy’s issue.” The Extravagant frowned.

“You doubleplusunclearful.” Reuben replied.

“Ugh look how about we say you wished you weren’t such a freak and could communicate in normal people speak?” The Extravagant nudged Reuben with his elbow. “You’ll thank me later.” The Extravagant waved his arms around, setting off some special effects pyrotechnics. For a moment it did not seem as if anything had changed.

“I don't understand.” Reuben said. “What in Big Brother’s name are these words coming out of my mouth? What is this?” The blob somehow managed to convey an expression of panic despite the lack of any facial features. “What have you done to me?!”

Solaris · 10-30-2011, 12:44 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

"Oh man, I sure do love a happy ending." The Extravagant, completley ignoring the panicking, confused, and slithering away blobman known as Reuben, turned to ethereal camera and began a closing statement.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, here you have it, a great competition between some of the toughest, most powerful, and definitively most explosive warriors possible! We even had a few guest stars! Oh man that was great. After all of the cool sights, I just want you all to remember one little thing." The Extravagant reached into his pockets and grabbed another one of his t-shirts. "This kind of entertainment takes money. A lot of it. Going out and making sure that everything goes on with a hitch? Oh man, you don't know what kind of cash you need. What I am trying to say, is that we need money. Sure, the ratings were great and we might have gotten even, but let's be honest! We need more! And that is where you, the audience comes in! Just go find your local multiuniversal vendor and grab any one of the many incredible pieces of merchandise! You won't be disappointed!"

As The Extravagant continued his advertising ploy, Arckal and Shieldman were attempting to figure out what they would have to do in order to get their local omnipotent to set them free.
"Is this really a good idea?"
"There isn't another option. This way we can all go home, what happens to Reuben is less than important if we can get home safe."
"What about whatever brought us here? Couldn't that help us?"
"I still don't know what that was, it was just something weird. We've got to try to convince him to do it."

"...I guess that really was a Phantasmagorical Scrimmage! Thank you ladies and gentlemen and goodnight." After the camera went away, The Extravagant began to pack up. After a while, he noticed that Reuben, Arckal, and Shieldman were all still there. "Oh hey you guys... are still here... what's up? Just about to pack, probably going to go somewhere else, heard about this place called Halerinia? Heard it's all the rage, has rolls or something." After stretching a little, he added "Wanna come with?"

This was the chance that they were waiting for. A slightly ecstatic Arckal almost leaped up to him. "Uhm, actually we would sort of like to go home? If you could just drop us off on your way to wherever that would rock!"

"Hmmm. Sure I guess! Let me just finish up here."

As the purported omnipotent gathered his things, and the various contestants celebrated their eventual freedom, Arckal felt a tingling. It was an off sort, similar to one he had felt before, when he and Shieldman had moved to the viewing room. It took much too long to realize that the tingling wasn't coming from him...

Infection..... 97%
Infection..... 98%
Infection..... 99%
Infection.... 100%
Overwriting hard drive
Taking control of optics
Adding saws

D.A.M.O.C.L.E.S. ONLINE

The virus that had lingered inside the heroic policing-bot since their teleportation to the viewing site of the Phantasmagorical Scrimmage had finally taken complete control of its host. The new Damocles grew two electric saws out from its hands and lunged at The Extravagant, leaving a trail of what could only be described as black corruption. Despite certainly being powerful, The Extravagant was still a cocky and reckless ass who didn't have a lick of foresight. He didn't see the attack coming if it had sent an RSVP. Slowly but surely the omnipotent was reduced into a blob similar to the very one he had tried to merchandise. As the grandmaster type died, the corruption around Damocles grew. The virus turned itself toward Arckal.

Arckal was not happy. Not only had his ticket out of the hell of a battle been revoked, he was also face to face with a former friend, now infected by some super powerful virus. He gripped the rocket launcher and aimed, but his attempts to pull the trigger were marred by his hope that maybe, just maybe, Shieldman would knock himself out of it, and set himself free. But, this wasn't a movie, and that wasn't going to happen. Instead, he dodged as a saw blade was extended in his direction.

Inside the depths of Shieldman's CPU, a different fight was happening. While the virus had been systematically removing Shieldman from his own body, the remaining bits and pieces were able to group together in an attempt to oust the virus from its body. While the fragments were unable to communicate with Arckal, and reassure him that they were doing their best to help him, they felt overwhelmed. The fragments of Shieldman, purified together into an essence of him, dealt blow after blow to the rampant virus. As each of their blows were parried, they carried on and on.

Despite the strain put on by the battle inside, Arckal was not having an easier time. Damocles remained much faster and more powerful than him, and he was reaching his limit. He jumped to the side and after a tumble saw that he had the perfect chance. Everything was set in place as if he had fallen with the launcher in a position that was simply grand. It was now or never. With a sorrow to his voice, Arckal pulled the trigger. "Au Reviour, Shieldman."

As the rocket did what had to be done, Damocles rattled. Shaken by the sudden attack, the virus was unable to prevent Shieldman's fragments from dealing a final blow to him. The robots bits and pieces had won, purging the virus from his body.

However, that did not change the damage done. He was fragmented, badly damaged, in complete disrepair. He had fought valiantly, for justice, but his time was up. Arckal walked up to him, hoping that some sign of the Shieldman he knew would show up and say that everything would be alright. But he only saw the lights of the robot flicker off, as the black corruption removed itself and Arckal only stood as the robot ceased to be...

Anomaly · 10-30-2011, 03:37 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Anomaly.

"The virus... The corruption returns... Another one stricken down. Two remain, yes, these two, destiny brought them, it all makes sense now, all makes sense!"

Arckal and Reuben found themselves again suspended in darkness, if only for a moment. Around them, dark, uniform corridors materialized, barely obeying any semblance of logic or geometry in their layout. It could only be described as the halls of some sort of hospital as viewed by a complete psychopath.

"This... this is where it all began. All began, yes. They said I was crazy. Torture, the pain, the pain! No, no no no. Mustn't lose focus..."

A mad sort of screaming reverberated down the narrow corridors. One of the many metal doors which lined the halls rattled, but soon ceased motion. These few noises were the only things which broke the debatably more unnerving silence which filled the place.

"This... This is the Asylum. You think you're alone here but you're not, you're not. They see you, they watch you. They run the show, they run fate itself. You are trapped and powerless before them, you will become just like the others here. They won't stop until that has happened. There is no escape, no escape. They said I was crazy. Not crazy. Not crazy! The padding, it burns. It burns, it taunts! They laughed at me! They said I coul-"

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Solaris · 11-08-2011, 11:01 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

"God damn it."
Arckal was in despair. He was so close to escaping this situation, just a clean up away, and then whatever... that was had to go and do whatever the hell it did.

He killed Shieldman. First he caused the death of Ka Sve Gle with his clumsiness and now he killed Shieldman. It was all him, no excuses.

Breaking out of his slump to observe the new world around him led to a simple shudder. The sunny rays of the odd, physics defying land were completely replaced by a sense of dread. The walls, which seemed to shift in color, resurfaced the sense of despair and hopelessness lingering in his guilt. The hallway he was in was completely empty. Behind him was a wall.

He sighed. "There's no where else to go..." He started to run.

Eventually, he ran into a door, the only door in the entire hallway. As he had ran through, he heard... things. He was defensive, vigilant, and most of all, scared. Without another option, he opened the door.

"And what fresh hell is this." A man with black hair, speckled with grey stood, bound in a classic, white straight jacket. He was thin, malnourished, and had a look of someone defeated. This was quickly replaced by one of dejection as he noticed Arckal enter his room.
"So? You don't look like a Them, and you aren't dressed like an inmate, so what the hell are you and what do you want?"

"Uh... I'm Arckal Stitch. I was brought here against my will by some... weird ethereal voice that's been sending me across the multiverse and I've been trying to escape but... I've met difficulties." After a pause, he added, "Uh... you don't seem particularly insane for being in an asylum."

"Of course I'm not insane... multiversal voice huh? Hmmm. Seems like we've got the same sort of situation going on Arckal. I've been trying to escape my own thing for quite a while and now I've been plopped in this asylum. Soon as I got here, I was bound for no good reason. Seeing that we got the same plight going on, want to lend me a hand?"

Arckal paused for a moment. So far, no help given or accepted had gone to pure waste, though his dealings with The Extravagant had been less than stellar. Here, this person, rude as he was, claimed to be in the same if not similar situation than him. Did that mean that there was a fourth or fifth person, besides Reuben lurking about? It was then that he remembered about Reuben.

"Shit, Rueben." Arkcal quickly checked his pockets and bag for any Restrainium he may have kept, something that could get rid of the dangerous blob. The man just looked a bit bored, but seeing that he wanted to get out somehow and that this Arckal schmuck was the best shot he had, he decided to ask, "Who's that?"

"He's the other... thing traveling with me. We were four but after one of us died, we moved on to another place. Rueben is a dangerous blob thing that's been killing people, I've tried to stop him but that hasn't worked out so well. The only thing that can harm him is this metal." He walked to bound man, and deciding that he needed all the help he could get, untied him. "Think you can help me stop him before he does anything?"

Well that was easy.
Free from his binds, the man momentarily stood. He didn't want to go on a wild blob chase, but he still didn't have any leads on the Them's machine for hot-footing it out. While he didn't want to trust this Arckal to watch his back, he didn't see harm in having someone to feed to Them if he needed a quick escape. The man motioned toward the door and he and Arkcal left the cell, into a new hallway.

Had Arckal payed notice to the name tag on the straightjacket that lay face down on the floor, he would have read the name "Benjamin Jetsam."

Ixcaliber · 11-16-2011, 08:36 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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Ixcaliber · 11-16-2011, 11:03 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

Anybody suddenly finding themselves speaking and thinking in a different language, no longer able to speak their own language, would be justifiably concerned. Someone like Reuben on the other hand, who had grown up under the rule of IngSoc... It could have been so very liberating. It could have given him the vocabulary to finally express the thoughts and doubts that he had. It could have been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Unfortunately Reuben was loyal; to Big Brother, to IngSoc, to Oceania. He didn't want to rebel. This was undoubtedly some sort of crime. It would have been bad enough speaking the language of the Eastasians, but to be thinking it as well?

Rueben was miserable. He just wanted to be left alone to cry in a corner somewhere, except during the course of his adventures he had been turned into some kind of bizarre blob thing and he couldn't cry any more. Voices cried out in pain from throughout the Asylum, though he hadn't seen anyone, having remained in the cell where his core had materialised, only fearfully peering through the open door before slinking back inside out of fear. Other voices whispered through his head, none of them seemed to really be trying to talk to him, but he recognised one of the voices as what he had referred to as the unstandard part of him. It was a voice that the others referred to as Simon and there seemed to be a whispered argument in progress. Reuben did his best to ignore it. It was just one more thing he didn't want to deal with.

What he wouldn't give to be back in his apartment, sat in front of his telescreen, gulping down a bottle of Victory Gin or at the Ministry joining in with the Two Minutes Hate, instead of here in some dingy asylum in another world. In the distance he could hear something approaching. Heavy breathing, slow footsteps, metal scraping along the floor. A knot tightened in the pit of what had once been Rueben's stomach. He just wanted to be left alone. Why wouldn't people leave him alone?

Solaris · 11-23-2011, 12:39 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

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The unlikely pair continued on their way. Corridor after corridor, they sneaked about, Arckal asking Jetsam friendly questions in an attempt to break the ice, while Jetsam avoided each and every one.

"So what's your plan for when you get out?" Arckal asked again, for the tenth time.

Jetsam just mumbled something nondescript, which had become his way of telling Arkcal to shut the fuck up. Currently, the traveler was attempting to recall where he had seen the machine that would let him out. As he recalled, it was a large cylindrical device, that had a small capsule to place a body in. To someone not in the know, they would think that would be how someone would leave. It was a lot more complicated than that.

Something, which someone floating around was very familiar with...

"So uh... you sure you know where we're going?"

"Yea yea yea, toots."

"Pardon?"

"N.. Nothing, just what where you sayinggguh?

Arckal, while curious to his companions sudden coming out and slight twitching, was mostly oblivious to the complete change in tone, and while he was slightly suspicious, payed it no mind and responded. "Do you know where we're going?"

"Ah yes. Well, obviously this place has got a portal of sorts, and It's right over there, yeaps. Though... I would want to bring in another peeeeersuuuuuuuuuu-"

Arckal stepped back as Jetsam's face suddenly went blank and he seemed to be stuck.

-uuuuck you..."

There was a flash as suddenly, whatever had come over Jetsam, had gone out and passed through Arkcal on it's way. The two of them stood in silence, Jetsam slightly fatigued.

"What... what was that?"

Jetsam responded to the question with a punch. "Whoops, sorry, still have some ghost left in me."

Said ghost was currently moving back to whence she came, to give the scraps of knowledge to a companion of her own. Moving effortlessly though, the fairly ladylike ghost, who would like to be called Asteria thank-you-very-much, was very excited at the prospect of leaving this drab and stupid asylum, especially when she recalled the unscrupulous situation that she had to deal with.

Regardless of the past, she reached her destination as an armored man, with a tinge of transparency greeted her. "Oh, dorkie, you won't believe what I've discovered."

"My beautiful Asteria, any news of yours can only be the truth. What is it?"

"I have found two capable of reaching the portal, if we possess them, we can escape ourselves. However, one of them is far too powerful for me, and the other has a condition..."

"Elaborate my sweet."

"He seems to think himself linked to another in this facility, a blob creature named Reuben. I think that you should probably look over him for a while, just make sure that he doesn't die or get himself killed, while I play I-spy on the boys until I get the chance to call you over so we can get out together." She gave him a wink, just to seal the deal.

The ghostly knight agreed without much fuss, and in a large huff, he charged away in a random direction, just knowing that he would encounter the blob and keep him away from any sort of trouble. Trouble like any spiritually tuned inmates who could have been moving around and ignoring Reuben for being alive until the point where a ghostly knight went right up to where he was and started expounding his ghostlyness. Whoops!

Meanwhile, Asteria went back to the unlikely duo, who had returned to their cycle of mumbling and inquiries.

"This is going to just be too easy."

Ixcaliber · 12-31-2011, 12:16 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

Doctor Heinrich Skalpell was a very serious man. His face was sharp and angular, his jaw covered in rough stubble, his mouth jammed in a perpetual frown. His hair was thinning and what was left was resolutely grey, his eyes were a pale brown and beneath them hung thick black bags. He wore a long white doctor’s coat, which was in places stained a pale red, where blood had splashed upon it. In his long spindly limbs he held a metal clipboard, upon which he occasionally scribbled down an observation. These notes were of course completely illegible, but if you could read them there would be copious references to the unusual behaviour of Patient R.

Doctor Skalpell was troubled by Patient R. His first encounter with him, minutes before had left him stumped as to the cause of his numerous psychological problems. R was a recent admission to the asylum and while this grants a certain allowance where it comes to trepidation and homesickness, R’s extremely vocal reactions to his new accommodation had been rather beyond the pale. As Doctor Skalpell arrived at his rather carelessly unlocked room, R had already been in a state of near hysteria, weeping about how much he missed both his home and his elder sibling; particularly his elder sibling. The doctor had made notes upon this separation anxiety and overdependence. He had also made notes about how vehemently R had claimed to love his elder sibling and wrote the word ‘abuse?’ and underlined it three times. This was clearly not the kind of thing that a single session would cure. This had in fact been rather enough for Skalpell to work with, at least for the time being, but R was not done. He bemoaned to the world at large how much he resented the language he ‘was forced’ to express his thoughts in, even going so far as to claim to resent the idea that he had to think like that at all. Though Skalpell made numerous notes about this particular issue he was unable to even posit a theory as to what exactly this was.

It was as Skalpell’s pen was running out of ink, and his patience running short, that R had suddenly began to expound upon a series of delusions featuring a tiger with a black hole in its mouth and some manner of high tech yellow robot. Skalpell had not for a moment entertained the possibility of simply entreating his patient to be quiet so that he could begin treatment; it was perfectly clear that sedation was the only option. His attempts to inject the patient with a sedative had not been massively successful; upon withdrawing the syringe from the black mass that was his patient he was surprised to discover that the needle had gone. He made a note that perhaps this was due to the patients physiological condition, which he had to admit was rather remarkable, but was simply not his field.

For the moment the doctor stood outside the cell of the still sobbing patient awaiting the arrival of a nurse with a mobile treatment unit, deep in thought about his patient and his multitude of problems. It was at this point in time that he heard the clanking sound of someone approaching. Skalpell watched as a semi-translucent knight stepped out of the wall, strode the width of the corridor and then stepped into the other wall, all with a smug self-satisfied look upon his face that suggested that despite not knowing what he was doing or where he was going everything was going to work out for him just because that was how the world should work. Doctor Skalpell slowly walked to an unpleasant old telephone and picked it up.

“Hello, could you please send a couple of nurses out to the Multiversal Wing? Patient D has somehow gotten loose again.”

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Solaris · 01-14-2012, 05:40 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

With her dorkie off and about, Asteria trailed behind Jetsam and Arckal... until she got bored. She felt odd, as if there was something rejecting this simple waiting game and wished for something greater. Something more exciting. Something with action.

Deciding to leave the two boy's to themselves and floating ahead to see what obstacles laid ahead, she noticed that the doors up ahead were locked and sealed. Looking back at how far they would have to go, Asteria felt it safe to search for someone who knew how to open up the doors.

Back with the dynamic duo, Arckal and Jetsam continued their trek across the Asylum floors, the first curious as to the origins of the seemingly empty building, and the latter wishing that they would walk faster. The walk was an uneventful one, which for Arckal felt different. Could the death of Micheal Bay stopped the power so recklessly implanted in him? If not, then what was with the lack of action? As they reached another set of steps, he couldn't help but wonder if this was all leading to a trap...

The unfortunate victim of Asteria's latest possession was one Amelia Carnea, a simple intern to the byzantine Asylum. The possession didn't really tell her a lot of new things. The people in the area were either docile, harmless, or one of those unless provoked, which was rather boring, and only served to make her search for someone capable of opening the door more difficult. The only other thing of note seemed to be that she had entered through some means that weren't the portal, but that was something to be tucked away. As she wandered around in her borrowed body, searching for an unlocking mechanism of some sort, she heard a voice over her shoulder.

"Ah, Miss Carnea!"
She almost jumped at the mention, but composed herself as she turned around and witnessed a normal looking man and a very abnormal looking... thing behind him. The thing was all too familiar to Asteria, and it took much restraint not to panic. She was face to face with one of the dreaded Nurses of the Asylum.
"Miss Carnea, are you okay? You are making an odd face. Would you like Nurse Muriel to take you back to your bunk?"
"No, no I'm fine, just a bit nervous, here in this area, with all of the locked doors and no one around except for little old me and now you two!"
"Ha, no need to worry, the doors are only unlockable with one of these keys," he flashed a shiny card in his face with a smile, "Or the master switch, over there." He pointed at a room further above the area.
"Well, Miss Carnea, this has been a fun chat, but there is a patient waiting for us, let's go Nurse Muriel."

With a grunt from Muriel, the pair went off to see their patient.

Said patient was anything but.
"I keep telling you to call me Hilux."
The unnamed doctor was sitting with a clipboard with Nurse Muriel standing close to the door, mostly out of sight. Opposite to him, was a Yamaha Virago. The doctor sighed as once more, the motorcycle denied that it was a motorcycle and insisted that it was a pick-up truck.

"Okay, before we go with the treatment, I will take another approach. Why, no, what do you like about being a Toyota Hilux." He rolled his eyes, almost not believing that he actually said that.
"Oh boy, oh man, being a Toyota Hilux is just... damn it is just the greatest thing ever. Like, you wouldn't believe how great it is. I am talking about almost indestructible durability here. It's right there on the Wikipedia article! I could be set on fire right now, and I wouldn't feel a thing. Oh and-"

The doctor hmmmd at the continuing motorcycles babbling, not listening but fantasizing what pain and torture it would endure for its "treatments." It was in the middle of the part where he got a small militia to shoot at him that the doctor heard a very bad sound. A click as the door to the room unlocked. And then another as each and every door followed suit.

Click after click as slowly the doors around them opened. Sometimes a thing came out, other times the patient stayed in, either way, with the newly freed patients potentially swarming out, possibly to escape, Jetsam and Arckal both new that there was no longer time to dwaddle. Running forward past the newly opened doors to where they hoped the exit would be, they recklessly swerved through, hoping to avoid any confrontation.

It was too bad that, due to a certain someone, that was only a pipe dream. While Arckal was just running forward, Jetsam was also making sure to keep his head down. However, when the person out for your head has an animalistic sense of smell, that doesn't help much.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here."
Arkcal was forced to stop running as he hit a scaly wall that had just placed itself in front of him.
Oh my, it seems that we have our former friend here has returned. How was not being locked up and tortured by grotesque abominations, huh?
Arckal stood up and got a better look at the two voices. The wall that had hit him was actually a humanoid lizard, with odd multicolored eyes and an odd, almost mashed together face formation. The other voice was a normal human male, with brown hair; Arckal noticed that his eyes seemed to be changing colors.

Stepping back closer to Jetsam, facing off with the two with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but ask one more question.

"So, these friends of yours?"

Jetsam groaned.