Scene 9: 9000 Degrees Above Zero
In the air, in the dead center of the arena
A single, small, red-and-white sphere floats in the air. The button on the front clicks, and the entire thing hinges open, and spits forth a white energy. The alabaster mass swirls and writhes before becoming a single entity. Wings, a tail, and a long neck forms, and then, it becomes a figure.
Geo the Charizard; The Reaper of Flame, The Gaelic Serpent, The Italian Inferno
The Dragon
(Would burn Zero alive. Then say mean things in Italian at him.)
“Where’s the fight? Where’s my ene- merda. WAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!” As Geo begins falling, he opens up his wings, and narrowly pulls up, before swooping around and landing on the ground. “Damnit, who put me up there? When I get my claws on the stronzo who did…”
Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeee- SLAM
Oddly enough, this message came not with a package, but with a large figurine of a Dragonite with a pouch looped around its neck.
Said figurine promptly animated and held out a strange looking metallic card which immediately projected a small hologram.
Vwwm
“Greetings Geo! You’re a bit off. Your Base is directly to the West from here, and the fighting won’t start for a while. I suggest you get settled in. And if you didn’t get it, this statue of a Dragonite is a reference to one of the best Pokemon movies of all time.
-Umbra Shadow-Walker
(Piss me off and you’ll find out what solar plasma tastes like)”
“... Dude, I’ve spent my entire childhood on Pokémon. Do you think I won’t get that reference? And whaddya mean, ‘piss you off’? What’d I do to you? Did I punch one of your friends? Sorry, I tend to lose track.”
Vwwm
“Nothing of the sort. It’s just a precautionary measure against those whose personalities I don’t know. And against those who tend to have more testosterone than reason.”
“... What? I just like punching things. And assholes. But mostly assholes. Are there any really big assholes that are gonna be here?”
Vwwm
“Would you like that list in alphabetical order or by which one’s closer to you?”
“I… wait, seriously? You’re not gonna tell me to piss off?”
Vwwm
“Nope. I wanna see quite a few people here get smacked around a bit. It would be good for them to learn a little humility. Actually, to help enforce it, I have an idea. Here…”
Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A capsule falls from the sky next to the original, and within it, is…
“A baguette?”
“I always wanted to see someone get beaten with a loaf of bread.”
“... You are my new best friend.” Geo grabs the baguette, and as he begins to fly off, he stops, “Uhm… got a compass?”
Skreeeeee-clack
Geo grabs the small machine, and after gaining orientation, “Fly!”
After flying for a while, he notices a rather spooky looking forest, along with the sign ‘Villain Camp’ on it. “Why’re WE being called the villains…?”
The Villain’s Base; the entirety now surrounded by a large, spooky, wrought-iron fence. With a crappy wooden sign outside the front gate.
Don stood before the spawning pools his minions had built within the past hour. Magic flowed from his hands into a set of crystals, lacing the entire area in a dark glow. Minions of all kinds pulled themselves from the muck, quickly running off to serve their master’s will.
SKREEEEEEEEEE–KER SLAM!
Crunch-splatter
This time, it wasn’t a package. No, this was a massive Shipping Crate (Size XXL) of an obviously futuristic shape. Inside it, yet another note. And an armory. And a peculiar device full of buttons and dials with a rather prominent antenna.
“Greetings Don. Sorry about the minion. This armory is yours to do with as you wish. It never runs out and each weapon is more than capable of dealing some serious damage. Be careful, each weapon has its own set of effects and features, all listed in the roster by the door. Oh, and use the device to summon in aid should you need it. Ah; not right now though. It’ll only start working once the War starts nice and proper.
-Umbra”
“I knew Umbra would kill something sooner or later with one of those things." Said a voice from behind Don. He turned his head just enough to see whoever had arrived. Standing there, flanked by a few heavily armored figures, was a man clad in a purple suit and cape, a mask adorning his face as he spoke again. "I assume you are one of my allies? My name is Zero, pleasure to meet you." Zero puts out his hand towards Don for a handshake.
Don dropped his hands and turned to face Zero, staring at him for a second before grasping his outstretched hand. “Dominus, though I think that’s a mouthful so I go by Don.”
Skreeeeee-Crunch-EEK
“My bad. Sorry.
Zero: Press the object in here to your mask if you desire a laser eye for Geass Sniping. As in Geass people from afar. Comes with telescopic vision and an actual laser beam for attack purposes. It’s the purple marble thing. The rest is for your zombies. Armor and such.
–Umbra
(Don’t you just love how I do these things?)”
Don shook his head before chuckling a bit. “I must admit I enjoy the presents. Now if only his aim was better.”
Skreeee-paff
“I can’t really direct these things too well after they enter the Atmosphere. Sorry.”
Zero chuckles and reaches into the box, pulling out the purple ball and pressing it to his mask. "It must be Christmas, gifts are just raining from the sky."
Laser Eye Mark IV installed. Would you like a tutorial?
Zero chuckled lightly before nodding his head.
Tutorial begin. You may feel some pain.
"I'm already dead. Pain doesn't matter." Zero said as if to himself.
He would come to regret those words deeply.
In the air, in the dead center of the arena
A single, small, red-and-white sphere floats in the air. The button on the front clicks, and the entire thing hinges open, and spits forth a white energy. The alabaster mass swirls and writhes before becoming a single entity. Wings, a tail, and a long neck forms, and then, it becomes a figure.
Geo the Charizard; The Reaper of Flame, The Gaelic Serpent, The Italian Inferno
The Dragon
(Would burn Zero alive. Then say mean things in Italian at him.)
“Where’s the fight? Where’s my ene- merda. WAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!” As Geo begins falling, he opens up his wings, and narrowly pulls up, before swooping around and landing on the ground. “Damnit, who put me up there? When I get my claws on the stronzo who did…”
Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeee- SLAM
Oddly enough, this message came not with a package, but with a large figurine of a Dragonite with a pouch looped around its neck.
Said figurine promptly animated and held out a strange looking metallic card which immediately projected a small hologram.
Vwwm
“Greetings Geo! You’re a bit off. Your Base is directly to the West from here, and the fighting won’t start for a while. I suggest you get settled in. And if you didn’t get it, this statue of a Dragonite is a reference to one of the best Pokemon movies of all time.
-Umbra Shadow-Walker
(Piss me off and you’ll find out what solar plasma tastes like)”
“... Dude, I’ve spent my entire childhood on Pokémon. Do you think I won’t get that reference? And whaddya mean, ‘piss you off’? What’d I do to you? Did I punch one of your friends? Sorry, I tend to lose track.”
Vwwm
“Nothing of the sort. It’s just a precautionary measure against those whose personalities I don’t know. And against those who tend to have more testosterone than reason.”
“... What? I just like punching things. And assholes. But mostly assholes. Are there any really big assholes that are gonna be here?”
Vwwm
“Would you like that list in alphabetical order or by which one’s closer to you?”
“I… wait, seriously? You’re not gonna tell me to piss off?”
Vwwm
“Nope. I wanna see quite a few people here get smacked around a bit. It would be good for them to learn a little humility. Actually, to help enforce it, I have an idea. Here…”
Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A capsule falls from the sky next to the original, and within it, is…
“A baguette?”
“I always wanted to see someone get beaten with a loaf of bread.”
“... You are my new best friend.” Geo grabs the baguette, and as he begins to fly off, he stops, “Uhm… got a compass?”
Skreeeeee-clack
Geo grabs the small machine, and after gaining orientation, “Fly!”
After flying for a while, he notices a rather spooky looking forest, along with the sign ‘Villain Camp’ on it. “Why’re WE being called the villains…?”
The Villain’s Base; the entirety now surrounded by a large, spooky, wrought-iron fence. With a crappy wooden sign outside the front gate.
Don stood before the spawning pools his minions had built within the past hour. Magic flowed from his hands into a set of crystals, lacing the entire area in a dark glow. Minions of all kinds pulled themselves from the muck, quickly running off to serve their master’s will.
SKREEEEEEEEEE–KER SLAM!
Crunch-splatter
This time, it wasn’t a package. No, this was a massive Shipping Crate (Size XXL) of an obviously futuristic shape. Inside it, yet another note. And an armory. And a peculiar device full of buttons and dials with a rather prominent antenna.
“Greetings Don. Sorry about the minion. This armory is yours to do with as you wish. It never runs out and each weapon is more than capable of dealing some serious damage. Be careful, each weapon has its own set of effects and features, all listed in the roster by the door. Oh, and use the device to summon in aid should you need it. Ah; not right now though. It’ll only start working once the War starts nice and proper.
-Umbra”
“I knew Umbra would kill something sooner or later with one of those things." Said a voice from behind Don. He turned his head just enough to see whoever had arrived. Standing there, flanked by a few heavily armored figures, was a man clad in a purple suit and cape, a mask adorning his face as he spoke again. "I assume you are one of my allies? My name is Zero, pleasure to meet you." Zero puts out his hand towards Don for a handshake.
Don dropped his hands and turned to face Zero, staring at him for a second before grasping his outstretched hand. “Dominus, though I think that’s a mouthful so I go by Don.”
Skreeeeee-Crunch-EEK
“My bad. Sorry.
Zero: Press the object in here to your mask if you desire a laser eye for Geass Sniping. As in Geass people from afar. Comes with telescopic vision and an actual laser beam for attack purposes. It’s the purple marble thing. The rest is for your zombies. Armor and such.
–Umbra
(Don’t you just love how I do these things?)”
Don shook his head before chuckling a bit. “I must admit I enjoy the presents. Now if only his aim was better.”
Skreeee-paff
“I can’t really direct these things too well after they enter the Atmosphere. Sorry.”
Zero chuckles and reaches into the box, pulling out the purple ball and pressing it to his mask. "It must be Christmas, gifts are just raining from the sky."
Laser Eye Mark IV installed. Would you like a tutorial?
Zero chuckled lightly before nodding his head.
Tutorial begin. You may feel some pain.
"I'm already dead. Pain doesn't matter." Zero said as if to himself.
He would come to regret those words deeply.