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Re: The Chronometal Wars

Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:43 am

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The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2

It’s very dark here.

Pools of blood lie everywhere. Bodies are torn asunder, some barbarically, others quite surgically. They line the floor, they line the walls, dead bodies are more common here than individual pieces of furniture, which at this time is mostly all broken. Only two people are alive in here, one of which is a scared man in a pool of blood, shivering like a frightened puppy though the man’s body size and facial features make these actions seem especially pathetic.

This man is, or at least was, a head of a very respected and feared crime organization. It wouldn’t take much deducing to come to the conclusion that all of his right and left hand men are in pieces around him. But as for the other person whose alive, is none other than a rather eye catching young woman, wielding very inconspicuous, easily hidden firearms.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve left you alive?” The man does little more than shiver at the question. “Quickly realize that the only reason you’re still alive is that you are of some use to me, or else not even that will be true. SPEAK.” – “Y-Yes? Why?” – “Good boy, you can do tricks. Now listen very closely-“ The woman whispers, coming within direct body contact of him, every minute touch sending shivers down his spine as her lips reach his ears.

“Know… that only I rule this place… I won’t have pathetic trash like you stinking up my city.” – “Y-You…?! You’re that mayor lady! M-Mayor M-Mandy!” Her eyes go doey and she wears a face of obviously faked kindness. “This is my home- these are my people, and only I pick and choose when and how they die. Your actions, although minor, are in direct conflict with my interests. But now, your organization is…” She looks around the room and her permanent scowl breaks for a short moment to show a single hint of a grin.

“… Indisposed, at the moment. I recommend that you tell everyone you know that this is my city, and to leave… before they end up like your lackeys.” The man does little more than dart his eyes around the room and shiver. Every time he makes a subtle movement his hand falls into a puddle of blood, or his foot touches another body part. “I don’t think you understood me. I don’t think you’ve been listening. I don’t think you appreciate the life I have yet to take from you!” This man is broken. His mind and will have gone blank. Mandy rolls her eyes and shoots him clear in the forehead! He fades into the piles of bodies seamlessly, and she groans.

“Crime lords, so addicted to control that they have no idea what to do when the tables are flipped… truly sad creatures.” She flips a fire alarm in this building and walks out. Word will spread that this entire crime syndicate was taken out in a single day. If not a direct message to those remaining in Megaville, it will certainly come as nothing less than a stern warning.

“Now… I have to prepare for tomorrow. I have a plane to catch to India.” She says casually, wiping specks of blood off of her face with a rag.


-Less than an hour later-

The Fire Department has all but left the location, but the Police and several ambulances are on the scene. Crime of this kind has been absent, or at least rare for the past few years, so this comes as a big shock to the people of Megaville. Bubbles is here, no longer with Brick as she usually is. Something was irking her to come here.

“Ah, a superhero. I would say your timing was great, but at this point we’re just identifying the bodies. No monsters or anything to fight here.” – “Mmm.” Bubbles mumbles, walking onto the crime scene like it was her own front yard, the person in charge not bothering to raise an objection. Most of the bodies are removed and replaced with white tape, as to signify a crime scene and to preserve not yet found evidence.

But a piece of paper with a specific insignia held by a forensic detective tells her all she needs to know. “You there, would you mind letting me take a look at that?” She asks the person. “W-Well, so long as you wear gloves, I don’t see why not.” She rolls her eyes and slaps on a single glove and takes the paper. The reason she was so instantly drawn to it is due to the wax insignia on the back.

A frowning skull. A calling card, if you will, to a serial murderer that the people of Megaville are not acquainted with yet… at least they don’t realize it at this time.


“Bubbles? Is everything alright?” – “No, not particularly.” She says, casually giving the piece of paper back to the man and taking her glove off. Without another word, she leaves.



-Several Years Earlier, before the First Chronometal War-

“The future…?” Mandy asks, no longer indistinctly drinking from her school’s provided milk. Bubbles merely nods. “I don’t know why… but I feel like I can trust you, Mandy… A girl from the future told me that the end of the world is coming. She told me not to tell anyone, to keep it to myself, but I just can’t.” Mandy stares blankly at the torn Bubbles.

“I’m… glad you came to me with this.” – “Wait, you believe me?” She diverts her eyes for a moment, in legitimate thought. “I like to think I’m an excellent judge of character, and I don’t remember a single instance where I recall you telling a lie, and besides, it’s not like time travel is something I’m not aware of. Neither of us have lived perfect lives of little girls, after all.” Bubbles nods, but frowns at the same time.

“Please don’t tell anyone…” – “About that, why did you tell me? What do you expect me to do with this information?” – “I… don’t know. But the way she made it sound, even from the future and as a superhero, everything seemed hopeless. You seem like someone who can set things straight.” – “Well… I do have rather strong connections with rather strong people.” She says, casually sipping from the milk in front of her. Her eyes are closed and in deep thought.

“Maybe…” – “Huh?” – “Oh, it’s… nothing. Just… a passing thought.” – “No, please… tell me!” Bubbles pleads. Mandy opens her eyes and looks at Bubbles. Bubbles hates when people look at her like that, the look that people give before saying something really… bad.

“If this ‘Black Mother’ is right, then the people of the world are the ones that bring this upon themselves, right?” – “W-Well… I don’t know about that.” – “But what exactly did she say?” – “That… people tried to bring Mandark back to life, and other people… and create a kind of… G-God.” – “That’s what I thought. Allow me to let you in on a little secret, Blue.” She says, motioning Bubbles to follow her as she leaves this room. Bubbles obliges, quickly leaving the cafeteria to be quickly swept out of the school and into a secluded location.

“I have my own plans for the future. I have gone through a lot to solidify my connections with... the ‘supernatural.’ The information you have given me will help, a lot. But I may still need your help to ensure my future is made a reality. Join me, Bubbles. Together, we can sweep the garbage of this world away and ensure that we can protect it.” – “Protect it…? Garbage?” – “This isn’t going to be easy. From what you’ve told me, the people of this world are the ones that give the coming end the spark it needs to ignite. Together, we can snuff out that spark.” – “Y-You’re talking about… killing people?”

Mandy glares at Bubbles. “Yes, Bubbles. I am. I have ambitions that will be thrown into jeopardy if petty criminals scurry around, making havoc for everyone.” – “Well, why can’t we just imprison them?” Mandy once again glares at Bubbles, sending a shiver down her spine. “A new world is coming, Bubbles, you’ve told me yourself. Not to mention I’ve been feeling it myself. They cannot be left alive. They will get in everyone’s way.” – “N-No, I can’t do that-“ – “Shh.” Mandy hushes Bubbles up before she continues.

“You don’t have to decide now, if you don’t want to. After all, I am truly thankful you gave me this information, but I have to prepare.” – “Prepare…?” – “Keep an eye out for me in the future, Bubbles. The name ‘Mayor Mandy’ may become a household name. When it does, I want you to come to me with your answer.” – “…”

Mandy walks back off into the school, leaving Bubbles to wonder if she made the right decision in telling her about what The Black Mother told her of the future. She makes a mental note to keep an eye out for ‘Mayor Mandy’ in the years to come.

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Fri Jul 11, 2014 1:52 am

The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2
Claire’s Fresh Eyes, Bubbles’ Resolve

Claire lies in a bed, covered in bandages and casts.

It used to hurt a lot when she first woke up, but thanks to everyone’s help, she feels better. The blonde woman that was here left a while ago, and the red haired boy is asleep at a chair. The only person here and awake is that girl that Claire heard ever since she woke up, and who helped her survive this whole ordeal.


“Claire? Are you alright?” – “Huh…? Oh, yes… thank you…” Olga pauses. “You don’t… seem… alright. Is there something I can do to help?” – “W-Well…” Claire pauses. “I… want to go outside.” Olga ponders the request for a bit. “Are you sure you’re okay to walk?” Instead of answering it with words, Claire motions her body to slowly slump out of the bed. Her chest still hurts a lot. After all, she pretty much got impaled. She stands up slowly, wobbling all the way.

She looks almost exactly like Bell, but her hair is a silverish color, her eyes matching. Her hair is also very long, probably never having been cut in her life, they nearly reach her ankles.

“I see. Well, I suppose a short walk couldn’t hurt.” Olga gets up, a lot more lively. She’s surprised even herself with how much color has returned to her face, and how much she can feel now. Olga is almost back to her old self. “Take my arm. I’ll lead you down the stairs.” Claire, who is slightly taller than Olga, grabs into her arm and uses her for balance. They slowly make their way down the wooden staircase into the living room, and shortly they are at the front door, Claire already seemingly winded.

“Are you okay? Should we stop for now?” – “No… I want to go outside… to see it.” It’s hard to believe, but that event only happened yesterday. She’s recovered so fast. There is certainly something superhuman about this girl, and she seems very curious about the sunlight. Is this the first time she’s ever seen Daylight?

Olga reaches out and opens the door, the midmorning light momentarily blinding the off guard Claire. But shortly, her eyes adjust and they walk out. It’s chilly, small packs of snow are on the ground, but most everywhere else is dark green grass. She looks around, unfamiliar of this kind of sunlight, as she looks into the sky and winces. “Don’t look directly at the sun, Claire. You’ll hurt your eyes.” Olga chuckles. Claire shakes her head and smiles. “Now you tell me…” – “Is… this really the first time you’ve been outside?” Claire nods, the smile on her face quickly fading.

“Yes. I don’t remember anything else… if there ever was anything else.” – “Do you remember your parents?” – “Parents…?” She puts a finger to her lip and shakes her head. A bird chirps from the ground, looking at Claire and Olga. Claire jostles Olga’s grip free and kneels down to it. To Olga’s surprise, it doesn’t fly away. It simply turns its head. Claire reaches her hand out and before Olga can say anything, Claire is petting the bird. The bird seems to think Claire isn’t a threat to her. In fact, while Claire pets it the bird always looks at Olga, as if Olga is the only human here out of the two.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s just an animal, Olga might feel a little offended…

“Bird…” Claire says, beckoning a response from the bird on the ground, as it flies away. “Sun.” She says, looking into the sky. What is she doing? “Tree. Grass. Water.” She says, looking at things around the yard. The tree, the grass, the pond. “Claire?” Olga asks. Claire looks back at Olga, more specifically, Olga’s face. “Scar.” Olga cocks her head and runs a finger down her face.

Yes, her scar… she remembers. She got this when she and M****** tried to create Model * for the first time…

… Olga’s memory is still a little hazy, but the small stuff doesn’t matter. She still remembers her brother, Susan. Though, she doesn’t remember Bubb*** and Bri** that much. She shrugs, and gets back to the matter at hand.

“What are you doing, Claire? What’s with the words?” – “I know these words…” She says enigmatically, looking at herself. “Bandage… clothes… blood…” – “So?” – “Why…? Why do I know these words? Who taught them to me?” – “…!” Olga realizes what this is all about now. “Claire. What is the ‘first’ thing you remember?” – “Huh? First…?”

She stands up, wobbling all the way, beckoning Olga to come to her side and once again give her an arm. “I remember… a lot of pain. In my stomach… nauseous too. Throwing up… convulsing…” That doesn’t sound pretty, but Olga almost seems to know what Claire is talking about. “I remember… your voice too.” That reminds Olga. How did she even do that? Bubbles and Brick were no help in attempting to figure that out. All she knows for certain is that Claire’s voice was indistinguishable from the thousands of very faint voices constantly buzzing in her head.

Claire kneels down to the grass. “Grass…” She feels it and sniffs it, almost like she remembers what it smells like, even though she knows she’s never even seen it before.

At one point she thought she was just insane, but Claire’s survival has taught her that this is just a very annoying, but infinitely useful gift. “I don’t remember how I managed to contact you in space like I did, all I know is that I could feel you calling out to me, and I answered.” – “I… think it was you who finally woke me up.” – “Are you sure? I don’t think that’s possible.” – “Huh? What do you mean?” Olga thinks to herself for a small bit, looking up into the sunny sky, the moon barely present behind the clouds.

“I heard you before you woke up, like you were talking in your sleep. You sounded very lonely. That’s what initially made me focus on you when you became more fluent with your words.” – “I… don’t remember doing anything like that…” Olga shakes her head and pats Claire on the back. “Does it matter? You’re here, and so am I.” – “Y-Yeah.” Claire gets up and wipes the grass off of her knees. “But I’m still curious as to why I know what I know… and where I really came from, and why.” – “We can find all of that out later. What matters now is that you’re okay, okay?” – “Okay.” Even though she didn’t get the closure she wanted, Claire actually does feel a lot better.

Her stomach grumbles and Olga gets an idea. “Do you remember what good food tastes like?” Claire smiles and nods. “Let’s wake Brick’s lazy butt up, get him to make us some lunch.”


-Several Years ago, during the Chronometal Prologue-

“Mandy? You wanted to see me?” – “Blue, take a look at this.” Mandy seems to have a nickname for Bubbles. It’s beginning to grow on her. Mandy doesn’t socialize with many other people from the school they went to years ago… or many at all during that school as well. A lot of people wanted to be friends with her, but only a scant few made it past whatever ‘screening’ process she has going on. But beside that point-

Mandy is pointing at pictures and words on a strange looking document. “What am I looking at, exactly?” – “This is a military file I swiped. It’s showing that something really big is about to happen.” – “Military…? Swiped?! You stole army stuff?!” Mandy looks over at Bubbles. “Look.” She repeats. Bubbles looks closer.

“Secret… base… huge weapons… … … civilian casualties? Mandy, what is this?” – “A Military operation is in effect now. Apparently there is a base in the mountains around Megaville, and that’s not all… word has it that it extends underneath all of Megaville itself.” – “What? Who built this?” – “Another document came back a while ago saying they called themselves The Knights, led by one ‘Micheal’ who used to work for the Military. They’re weak. Apparently a group called The Three already infiltrated this base and caused massive damage. A kind of civil war broke out among the civilians in there and things got messy. If we’re going to act, it should be now.” – “Act? What do you mean, act?” – “Blue, I told you before, I am going to sweep the garbage off of this world. If we act now, we can kill them before they recover.”

Bubbles blinks and shakes her head, rubbing her arm. “K-Kill… why is it always kill with you?” – “Do you know how many people they’ve already killed, Bubbles? Dozens? Hundreds even? We have a chance to stop that, now!” – “NO! I will not help you kill people, Mandy!” – “…” Mandy goes silent before rolling her eyes and taking the file.

“You disappoint me, Bubbles.” She says before walking away.


Bubbles sits on a chair, looking at Mandy’s skull calling card, wondering about what could have been.

“If we killed Micheal right then and there… how much of this could have been prevented…?” She closes her eyes, deep in thought. “But she won’t fool me. This was never about cleaning the world up. It was all for one goal.” She opens her eyes back up.

“Mandy just wants this world for herself. Micheal was just someone in her way.” Confident in her life choices, Bubbles throws the card away and moves on. “I think it’s time I paid ‘Mayor’ Mandy a visit.”

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Tue Jul 22, 2014 6:01 am

Sorry for the long delay.


The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2
To Rebel and Revel

“She’s not answering her phone…” Lynn says, troubled. Dexter comforts her .

“It’s alright; she’s probably just running a little late. The bus probably hit bad traffic.” – “It’s been two hours, I-“ She tries to say as baby Blossom comes running into the room, screeching, like some children randomly do, completely snipping their conversation.

Ruby has been gone for way too long, Dexter and Lynn are getting worried. The babies, Blossom and Bell are about a year and a half old now, being born in June of last year, and this year nearly coming to an end. Their personalities, although still in their literal infancies, are different from a standstill. Blossom is energetic and loud, rarely wanting to be stopped or held until she’s completely out of energy, while Bell is calm and quiet. At least compared to other babies. The complications with Bell’s birth, although terrifying at first, have not proven to slow her down, although along with her eyes…

Her hair is also white, lacking color pigmentation. Dexter theorizes it may have been due to proper pigmentation development, or perhaps yet another result of the abnormal birth. Either way, she is still unable to move her legs, though that doesn’t stop her from wandering when she wants to. Her skin is also a tad more pale than Blossom’s but not by much, and while Blossom is louder in everything, including crying, Bell has shown herself even at this young age to be very emotional.

Perhaps being unable to run around and cause havoc to her heart’s content has caused her naturally curious mind to mature far before it was expected, resulting in a calm baby, who seems to only cry when she needs something, or is lonely. Lynn and Dexter have had their hands full for the past year and a half, but even amidst the constant work, they noticed a lack of punctuality of Ruby’s part. She still hasn’t come home.

A new fear grows in their heart as a school bulletin is updated on their phones, allowing parents to keep an eye and an ear on the goings on in the school their children attend.

“Several guns have been stolen. Some boys claim to have been nearly shot by a high schooler.” Lynn’s face loses color.


“Anywhere but here.” Ruby says to herself. “Go west. West to Megaville.” She continues, the sound of the train tracks drowning out a few of her thoughts.

She has run away from home, and not in the cute way where a kid gets down the street and starts crying. No, Ruby is on a train bound westward. This isn’t so much running away from home as it is trying to find a new life. She has grown disgusted of her lethargic parents, who have the power to be heroes but refusing to utilize that power.

There are a few people on this train as well. Mostly adults, but a few kids are present. She sits at the opening to the train car, her legs dangling out and being tickled by the quickly passing wind. Her backpack is still on, but she’s discarded all of the useless books and replaced them with food, water, and of course… ammo. Her iron is still on her hip in a holster. It’s cleverly hidden using baggage around her shirt to cover it, but some people have seen it.

She’s going west to Megaville, the city of heroes. Known now to everyone to be one of if not the single most dangerous place on the planet, where monsters, demons, and villains run rampant. But that’s why she’s going. She’s tired of sitting on the sidelines. She’s grown up now.

Or at least in her eyes she is.

It’s been a few years since she was legally adopted by Lynn and a few more still since Lynn married Dexter. At first she was happy to have a full family again, but it was all at a terrible cost. She imagines all of the people who die every day to monsters, and how many her parents could have saved. It makes her sick. They would rather stay at home and play the family game then get out there and use their talents for good.

“They’re no family of mine.” She answers a delayed question from another girl in this train car. A girl a few years older than Ruby, looking about eighteen years old, while Ruby is a soft sixteen. “So that’s why you ran away… but… your dad is ‘the’ Dexter? Boy Genius?” – “He’s not a boy anymore.” Ruby trails on. “Well, yeah, but it’s hard to shed a well-known title like that.” The girl says, interested in Ruby. “So… sorry to get more personal, but did you leave anyone back at home?” – “What do you mean?” – “I mean like… you know, friends… boyfriend… boyfriends…” The girl’s eyes wander, in thought.

“I had a few friends once. Some of them died. Others completely disappeared. It makes no real difference to me. There is nothing worth going back to; I’ve left them all behind. And no, I never had a “Boyfriend.” No one like that.” She trails off, mentioning the word boyfriend, as if she seems initially resistant of the word itself.

“Alright, alright. I see you have your reasons.” – “Well, what’s your story?” – “Oh… me?” The girl looks surprised. For so long the conversation has been about Ruby. She’s the youngest person on this train who isn’t here with a family member. “Well, I’m here with my grandpa. We’re almost done with our coast to coast adventure. Once we hit California, we’re taking a boat to India to live with one of my grandpa’s old friends.” – “India, huh? Well, I wish you the best of luck.” – “No, I wish you the best of luck, Ruby. Going to Megaville and all by yourself… you’re brave…” – “…”

The conversation ends and the young woman leaves Ruby alone, heading back into the train car as the wind gets a bit cold. “I guess it’s a good time to sleep…” Ruby says to herself.



Neil’s sword slashes down, nearly hitting Kally! The Saints are training while aboard one of Baron’s private ships. They should reach Indian waters by sunup, and should be in New Delhi by the time noon nears.

For now, a very interesting training session is in place, everyone is looking on in awe, even Izzy, who is almost three years old now. For the longest time, Kally, Barrett, and Rose were considered the strongest fighters in The Saints, but with Neil’s new sword upgrade, he’s confident he can take Kally’s title! Even Alex is getting jittery watching the battle unfold!

Kally’s energy rapier and buckler are a lot faster than Neil, but as you may remember, Neil’s natural skill means that his Alphametal hasn’t had the time to evolve yet, so anything could happen. Should Neil actually be pushed to his limits, an incredibly powerful warrior could be born!

He strikes down, his divine sword of unknown creation grinding against the solid energy born of Kally’s buckler! She pushes it off and begins to jab at Neil, who bounces backwards! But she’s so fast that no matter where he jumps or moves she’s already right on him! He uses his thick sword for defense as well as offense, using it to block light attacks. An opening presents itself and Kally jabs her rapier into Neil’s leg, instantly grounding him!

The blade is a solid, but it’s also incredibly hot, sizzling his leg as she keeps him down. “Yield.” Is all she says as he winces and looks up. Noss and Alex can recognize the look in Kally’s eyes and they look over to Barrett. “Yo, Barrett. Did you tell her she could do what I think you did?” All he does is smile and cross his arms.

A while ago, unknown to Alex and Noss, Baron sent Kally at them in a “training” match, but they didn’t know that she was authorized to kill them, all in the labor of allowing you to unlock the hidden powers of the Alphametal. Kally and Noss could barely hold her off before Baron called the fight off, Kally gave them the same look she’s giving Neil now.

If Neil doesn’t give up, she might actually kill him!

“Never!” He yells, grabbing hold of the rapier and bashing it out of Kally’s grip! He stumbles to his feet and brandishes his holy blade once more! She cracks her neck and picks the weapon back up, now about twenty feet away from Neil. “Very well.” Is all she says as she goes into a battle stance once more, this time her blade pointing at Neil instead of at the ground.

She swerves around him at high speeds and lunges, only to have the tip grind against Neil’s sword! His sword spins around and he cleaves down at Kally at full strength! She blocks against it, only to have it actually lock into a power struggle! She winces and grunts as the sword is pushed against her! To everyone’s surprise, this power actually forces her to her knees as she blocks! Neil’s sword, held with both hands, is grinding against her electrified blue buckler and exerting a huge amount of energy!

Soon, her power is so low that he finds a time to whip the sword and strike the shield out of her hand! At this point he briefly considers himself victorious, until Kally rises to her feet and starts stabbing at him wildly! He barely has the speed to avoid any of them, as a few poles get punched in his arms and legs! “AND NOW, THE END!” She yells, her needle going in so fast that a shockwave is born around it! It’s going right for his heart!

For a moment… time seems to stop for him. “What is she doing…?” He wonders to himself as he realizes the trajectory of the attack. She’s going for the kill, that much he knows, but he doesn’t know why. A voice in the back of his head whispers to him.

“You. Can’t. Die. Here!” – “Die…? She’s… trying to kill me…? But… why?” A heat builds in his heart as he feels something new coming over him.

A rust colored aura is born around him as he explodes backwards! Even while wounded, he stands on his feet and looks Kally in the eye, her face showing pure shock. Noss looks on, more envious than ever.

Did he just unlock some power in his Alphametal…?!

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Thu Jul 31, 2014 11:58 am

The Chronometal Wars
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This land is silent and serene. Obelisks made of smooth stone expand into the sky and disappear behind the clouds. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and the wind is calming. Though even with all of this, a foreboding atmosphere of the utmost importance surrounds it.

A single man is in motion in this land. Though there are countless other individuals here, they are all sitting down, he is the only one moving. His boots crack against the grass, where he steps, the grass seems to grow even stronger, surrounding his boots and attempting to crawl up his leg.

He always found this place annoying.

He nears a door he’s neared many times before. It opens at his mere presence. There is only one other individual here, a young woman. She is sitting down on the grass next to the white door. The door itself is in the middle of this vast expansive meadow, though connects to no walls or towers. The only places here that aren’t grass are the occasional lakes and obelisks.

There used to be nine Obelisks here. But one has broken, shattered completely to dust, leaving a pile of ash and salt the size of a very large building. After that happened, this white door grew bigger. This man initially found the broken Obelisk to again be something annoying, but he has learned to accept the truth of the world around him.

The door opens all the way and he takes what looks like a small hand-made statue out of his pocket.

“Another one…?” The girl by the door asks, catching him off guard. Normally he responds to all things unexpected with explosive anger and violence, but he has learned a lot since he began.

“Yes. Another one.” He simply responds, about to throw the statue through the open doorway, with the innards of it looking like a distorted portal to another realm of existence, but he pauses. New emotions overtaking him. None pleasant of course, he is who he is, but nevertheless he gives pause and looks over to the sitting girl.

“This is another big one.” He says simply, causing her to look up into the palm of his open hand. The first one looked like a kind of Chimera, or Gryphon. But this one looks like a coiled serpent. She looks over to the Obelisk behind her, miles away but still large enough to make details out. Carved along all of its four major sides are engravings of a giant snake, coiling a world until it breaks, devouring cities… not much unlike the Gryphon, who had a burning planet beneath its wings, mountains crumbled to dust under its hooves and talons.

That obelisk is dust now.

“That one will fail too.” She says. “I’m sure it will.” He swiftly responds, looking back into the doorway, still holding the small statue. As he stands there, emotions of pride welling up in him, a small tremor is felt on the ground beneath them. “Oh? It appears another font of soul energy is being processed.” He says, noticing a clearing behind him is sinking into the ground, becoming one of the many lakes.

Come to think of it, of the many individuals here, none of them are by the lakes. The lakes seem to have no bottom, and appear to be blackening into nothingness. To look at it head on is… kind of scary. “Another Chronometal…?” She asks. “I’m not sure. I haven’t paid enough attention to the pathetic dregs that make up your world.” – “Maybe you should…” – “Perhaps.” He says surprisingly.

“Beelzebub…? You’ve… changed.” – “…” Statue still in hand, he pauses. He used to not even give this girl the time of day, now he almost looks forward to talking to her, he loved seeing the look on her face when more people are swept into this realm, knowing they can never escape. It gave him a twisted pleasure, but now he legitimately looks forward to talking to this young woman.

“Perhaps I’ve learned to take pleasure in all things, not just torture and death. But I sure hope you don’t expect my motives and goals to have changed.” He says, once again bringing emphases to the statue in his hand. The second he throws it into that doorway, Earth will face another Raging Beast, and even more people will die.

She smiles and sighs. “I guess not. But we both know that you enjoy my company now, no?” – “That’s rather high handed of you, Blossom, to assume that I come here for you.” He spits, attempting to divert the truth of her words. “But that’s okay-“ She continues without heed for his words. “The talks you come to me with break the boredom. I look forward to your visits as well.” – “…”

Beelzebub… has no idea what to say.

“If you don’t mind me asking… why do you still look like Dexter?” – “His is the avatar I can most easily channel. When I turned into the Chronotitan, his soul was the closest to the abyss, the closest to the breaking point. To be quite honest, I didn’t choose to take his visage, it chose me.” He says, looking back at Blossom, who is looking at him.

His skin is pitch black as is his hair. His eyes however… are starting to show color. Blossom could swear that his eyes were also black at some point. His clothing is also a carbon copy of Dexter’s normal Boy Genius wardrobe, consisting of lab-boots, lab-coat, and gloves, with an astute black tint.

“Though channeling this avatar makes me infinitely weaker than my true form, it does allow for some interesting abilities, such as the ability to travel through time instead of being anchored in one place, like The Arks. While in this body, I have several of the characteristics of being mortal, with all of the positives and negatives included.” He notices he has still not thrown the statue in. He smiles, maybe he just wants to talk some more.

“Is that a good enough answer for you?” He asks Blossoms, who merely nods. “For now.” She says with a weird smile. “Well, let me ask you a question, Blossom.” – “…?”

“Why do you hold on? Why not just give into the claws constantly trying to drag you down? Surely you must know that your time here is not infinite.” – “That’s simple. I’m not ready to die yet.” – “You’ve died more than most people, Powerpuff. You died during the Chronometal Wars, and the Chronometal Panic. Now here you are, refusing to let go once again.” – “So long as you still walk the Earth or any plan in between, I will not die.” He breaks into a toothy smile. “So you wish to face off against me one last time?” – “Not here, not now… but perhaps the near future.” She says with a tired grin.

Beelzebub, against all of Blossom’s expectations, sits down next to her. She looks over to him as he stares into space. “Why do you think this all started, Blossom?” He asks. He obviously knows the answer, he just wants to know if Blossom does.

“Mandark said something about God testing us.” – “As did Micheal.” – “Right, right… so… it’s all a test?” – “Well, it might have been at first, but it became so much more.” – “Wait… so there ‘Is’ a God?” – “Yes, Blossom. There is. There is a God, I’ve met God myself.” – “Is… it like the religions of Earth say he is?”

“I will save that answer for another day. But I will say this, Blossom. You’re lucky to still even be here. Everyone on Earth is. Mandark and Micheal were working according to God’s plan to create the Chronometals, and then destroy the beginning of Time. If it wasn’t for Buttercup and Him, your entire outlook on what life even is would have been shattered. Ever since the gates to both Heaven and the Hells have been closed, Him has taken to creating his own version of the Afterlife… a giant crystal brimming with energy, energy enough to keep me out of your world for the time being.”

“Him has been working this hard… to keep us all alive?” – “To what end, I am not sure myself. But he has become my sworn enemy. If it wasn’t for his constant meddling with that crystal, I could have destroyed the Earth by now. Instead, I’m having these statues slowly whittle the Earth down, bit by bit, before I come in and claim what is rightfully mine.” – “How long is that going to take?” – “From this point… about eight years. I have learned patience through my constant failures. Even losing to Otto truly put things into perspective. I grow weak when I fight the crystal head-on… but if I can get the Crystal to shatter… or its power to fade, then I can casually step to the planet and tear it asunder.”

He stands up and finally throws the statue into the doorway!

The serpent Obelisk begins to glow brightly as the clouds in the sky swirl around it!

“Whatever you may think of me, Blossom, remember this.” He says, diverting his no longer black, but instead blue eyes to Blossom’s own pink eyes. “My quest to dethrone God has not ended, but instead… everything I do now is for that goal. I have already destroyed Time Squad, ended countless timelines, and now even Him and his grand crystal are growing tired after just one statue. I have just sent another Raging Beast at him, and I still have seven more in my possession. Once the world above is in ashes, and Him is at his knees, I will separate his head from his shoulders, shatter the crystal, destroy the planet… then finally take my rightful place in the high heavens as the one true God.” He smiles, finally letting someone know the truth of his plans.

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Thu Aug 07, 2014 6:46 am

The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2
The Fruits of Hell’s Training

The battle still rages on.

Neil has unlocked a segment of power within his heart, but he can’t help but feel weird about it, like something was broken because of it. Like… in his heart he feels like some kind of abyssal lake has been formed, where all life dies…

But regardless, he stands, his extremities bleeding and burnt, facing down Kally with a holy sword drawn! She is still panting from the battle a few moments earlier, but she smiles as the copper aura comes off of Neil. She knows that look. “It looks like I don’t have to hold back anymore.” She says, picking her buckler back up. “What do you mean?” Neil asks, his sword still at a defensive position.

“It’s simple.” She says, a devious smile crossing her otherwise innocent face.

Kally is a girl who looks like she has never killed in her life, but she hides a lot of demons. Ever since joining Barrett, a lot of insane people have tried to hurt them due to thinking their armors were Chronometals. Needless to say, they no longer exist. One specific event triggered something in her.

The room explodes with blue energy as Kally’s Alphametal also emits an aura! “WHAT THE?!” Noss lets out. “SHE CAN DO THAT?! She was capable of beating all of us without so much as breaking a sweat!” Noss exclaims. He’s surprised to hear that Alex isn’t responding, and he looks over at her. She’s…


“EN-GARDE, NEIL!” She yells, as her boots unleash a brilliant azure laser and she takes to the air! She dives down, thrusting with her Rapier, only to have it blocked by Neil, but the attack is so forceful that the sword is blasted right out of his hands!

“Damn it…” Alex huffs. “What is it, Alex?” Noss asks. “She’s been holding back on us this whole time…? How… how am I supposed to get stronger when I can’t even provide her with a challenge?!” – “…”

Neil scrambles for the sword, his aura providing his back with a kind of wind allowing him to run at lightning speed, even though the wounds on his legs cause him great pain! She strikes at him again, but he slashes at her, forcing her to block with her buckler! The copper and azure auras collide and lightning spits out from the impact zone! Everyone has to get back as a lightning bolt hits the back of the room!

But Kally has no problem smacking the sword away and jabbing at Neil once more! The blade goes clean through his arm and sizzles as it does so! “GAAAHHHH!!!” He screams as if in bloody murder! He falls to his knees and his aura completely wanes. She chunks the sword out of his arm with a disgusting noise being made. All he can do is wince and barely open his eyes to see her looking down, panting from the battle.

But she’s still smiling, genuinely. Like she just saw an old friend again, a kind of warm happiness.

“Good fight.” She says, extending her hand to him.

In between gulps of air and pained grunts, he accepts the gesture and she helps him to his feet, her aura completely fading. She won that battle through and through, and even though she was allowed to land a killing blow if she felt it was necessary, she was pleased with his progress. “You’re very strong, Neil.” She helps him walk over to Barrett, who takes him and nods.

“I’ll bring him to the infirmary. I’ll treat him there. We’ll be in Indian waters in less than an hour. Prepare yourselves for the battle to come.” As Baron walks off, Kally exhales and collapses on a bench, her energy completely spent, small beads of sweat dropping off her forehead. She looks at her armor.

Alphametals are white, devoid of any real color. There is a kind of extension that comes off of their right arms, but not very high. Roughly a half of an inch. This extension feeds data straight from the air into the armor itself, where the internalized artificial intelligence is able to make minute decisions, such as speed, or toughness. The battle suit, not much unlike a Chronometal, encompasses the entire body. Unlike the Chronometal however, it does not cover the head, nor is it heavily metallic. Instead it’s a sleek, almost rubbery suit, with armored rivets along joints like the elbows or the knees.

All of these are scuffed and broken on her armor. Neil was strong. Not that fast, but immensely strong. His power ran out near the end, as his armor only just now unlocked just a shred of its power, but if he can harness it competently, Kally has no doubt that Neil would be able to beat her.

“You did good, Kally.” Rose says, with Izzy in close toe. Izzy at this time is little over two and a half years old and is still learning the ins and outs of proper human behavior, but he jumps onto Kally’s aching lap and looks up at her. He knows basically how to talk, but still suffers from inexperienced ‘child grammar’ “How you make light? Again?” – “Haha… maybe later, Izzy.” She pats his head and sets him on the floor. “Thanks, Rose. To be honest, Neil really surprised me.” – “Yes, you showed just the required amount of ferocity to unlock his heart. I’m sure these lessons will help him in the future.” She closes her eyes and lays on the bench in this yacht.

But, just a room away, emotions boil.

“DAMN IT!” Alex screams, alone in this room. It’s another training space that Barrett had built a while ago. But in here is an assortment of devices used for high stakes training. Barrett copied this from a Townsville Professor he heard of in Townsville. Apparently it can generate incredibly powerful and numerous enemies in a small controlled environment…

…with optional safety features.

Alex sets the dial to the highest number and rips the safety button off as she presses the activation switch! This causes a series of loud noises to permeate the yacht as a generated environment takes place around Alex! It looks like Megaville, but it’s burning and only a handful of giant monsters are to blame!

“Alex?! What are you doing?!” Noss yells, bursting into the room, unwittingly getting involved in a quick attack by one of the simulated monsters! The door automatically locks itself behind Noss! “Damn it Noss! Why are you here?! HA!” She yells, slicing at a monster with her glowing red energy katana. “I heard that you activated the simulation room! I knew you were gonna do something like this!” He exclaims, his energy crossbow letting out a beam of amber light, impaling one of the monsters and causing it to fall to the ground!

One of the smaller, but more fearsome looking monsters near Alex! It is heavily armored and has bladed claws, looking kind of like a very evil and large armadillo with blade hands! She sheaths her weapon and stores energy, red mist building around her! The beast cleaves down on her and she lets the energy loose, causing a shockwave of sharp red wind to trail her katana, instantly blasting the seemingly defensive monster in half with a single attack!

“IS THIS ALL?!” She yells. She stomps over to the difficulty meter and looks at the options. It’s set to one person… but she’s had enough of Kally. She’s had enough of everything she stands for. She sets the dial to NINTEY NINE people!

Noss sighs as the last beast falls, but to his horror, what were once about four monsters soon becomes a thousand! All more vicious and dangerous looking than the last! “A-Alex…? Wh-What did you do…?” – “If you don’t like it, get out! I’m going to get in touch with this armor even if it kills me!” She says morbidly, knowing the possibility exists! Her black hair spills over her face, emotions of pure anger and jealousy crossing it.

“Look, I’m envious of Neil too, but you’re going to get yourself killed. And more importantly, ME!” He yells, bouncing back from an attack, launched from one of the monsters! They all attack them and he can feel his palms starting to sweat.

Barrett bangs on the door, but it’s locked. He doesn’t have his Alphametal on! It could take a few moments to put it on and break down the door! He runs to his private chambers!

Alex and Noss slice and shoot innumerable amounts of monsters down! But several of the monsters are able to damage them, small barbs or laser blasts grazing their armor or skin. Noss does what he can to maintain a safe distance, but Alex constantly pushes harder into the horde! “Alex stop! You’re going to get yourself killed!” – “SHUT UP, WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!” She yells, an unleashed blast of red energy slicing four monsters in half in a single attack. But after that, a boulder hits her in the back and forces her to the ground! Monsters spill all around her! “GAHHHH!” She yells, barely mustering the power to get the stone off her and go on the defensive!

She can’t even rise to her feet as she blocks constant attacks while on her back! “IT’S… STILL… NOT… ENOUGH…!” She roars, her Alphametal proving unresponsive to her peril. Thousands of monsters take to the sky as the holographic city of Megaville burns around them! The sun is blocked out by a shroud of a thousand wings! She bounds to her feet as Noss shoots one after another out of the sky! But a creature bursts from underground and attempts to skewer him! He takes two energy machetes out of his boots and blocks the beast! He makes short work of it, but screams of pain can be heard within the battlefield!


A red energy explodes from the center of the battlefield, but Alex isn’t happy. Her face is one of anger and fear. Monsters are ripping at her arms and legs, one got her eye and now she can’t see! She can only fear that her eye is gone! But all of that doesn’t matter! She only now feels fear for her own life, completely overwhelmed and outgunned!

Noss does what he can, but for every monster he takes down, a hundred thousand take their place! Everywhere he looks, a shuffling mass of malevolent monstrosities surround them! For every one he aims at, two enter melee range and he has no choice but to defend himself!

“KYA!” Alex yells, constantly slicing at the enemies surrounding her! Taking ten, twenty, thirty out with one hit, but it’s no use! Even the huge amount of powers she’s exerting does nothing! The red energy she’s unlocked burns in her heart, but it’s not enough! She takes the katana and the sheath in each hand and dual wields them in an attempt to fight from both sides at the same time! The sheath bashes are enough to crush the skulls of monsters, while the katana blows red wind, decapitating and obliterating others!

Her muscles cry in agony as her sight literally goes red, blood spilling over her face, blocking vision! She roars to the sky in pain as more and more enemies surround her, tearing her flesh and breaking her bones! She is forced to her knees as her senses go hazy.

She has completely lost the ability to fight. The color fades from her eyes as monsters completely engulf her being!


Re: The Chronometal Wars

Thu Aug 14, 2014 5:35 pm

The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2
Buttercup and the Twin Universe

She finds herself on the mountain again. It’s been almost a year again.

The second battle of unity is about to begin. Another battle where an entire city of people will be smashed beneath the Earth, and for what? Buttercup stands here, her clothes once again brown, but she’s no longer frequenting her dress that she did when she was a kid, or was partial of during most of the Chronometal Wars.

She now wears fingerless gloves, a vest with patches and ornaments on it, tight fitting shorts leaving an exposed midriff and legs. All of the articles of clothing are a distinctive red, with shades of green and brown within. To most people, they may not recognize Buttercup anymore, because of a key defining detail.

She’s starting to grow her hair out. She’s braided it into a single ponytail. It’s not as long as Blossom’s was, as she is still growing it out, but it’s a lot longer than she normally wears her hair. It’s almost as if she’s trying to emulate Blossom.

She’s felt very lonely after the first battle of unity… she knows Otto and for some reason some other people are trying to find her, but she doesn’t care, even in the slightest. She’s already tethered to Him for what seems like eternity. She looks at the orange, sun burnt soil she stands on, a kind of sadness crossing her face. She remembers the very reason she joined Him in the first place.

To keep Blossom and Bubbles safe. Well, Bubbles lost an arm and Blossom lost her life, and Buttercup almost completely lost her mind if it wasn’t for Dexter. She’s become introverted in her age, almost 25 years old. She’s been with Dexter and his new family a few times, as well as meeting up with Bubbles, but it always ends the same sad way…

Buttercup always blames herself solely for Blossom’s death. It skewers her heart and causes her endless sorrow, any meet ups that have any kind of reminiscing always end with her trying to choke back tears before eventually leaving. She finds that alcohol dulls a lot of the pain and allows her to be happy, but while under the effect of Him’s energy, her body cannot be poisoned.

She does not feel hunger, she does not suffer permanent wounds, and she can’t get drunk. So here she stands, completely sober and left to nothing but her own grief as she presides over the now in disrepair tomb of the Chronometal Wars.

Megaville used to tend to it for the longest time, but the city has lost more and more people, and now all tertiary things like this grave are permanently on hiatus, no longer being kept. Small green plants can be seen breaking through the stone walls of the tomb.

She thought she met… Blossom here once. She wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not, but it felt very real. A different kind of Blossom, one who was left alone to a world that wanted her to smile, even though she lost Buttercup and Bubbles.

It almost seemed like that Blossom was even more torn up than Buttercup is.

“Buttercup?” A male voice behind her speaks. She turns around, her newly instated ponytail flitting lightly at the sudden gesture. It’s Otto.

“Otto.” She says. “What are you doing here?” She continues. “I finally found you…” – “Maybe you should take a hint, I don’t want to be found.” – “I know, I’m sorry, but we really need to talk-“ – “No, we really don’t. I want to be left alone, and I want you to go away. Whatever apocalypse you’re going to tell me about, believe me when I say this, I already know. I’m working with Him again.” – “I know, but it’s even more than this, more than Him. I think I know the kingpin behind all of this.” – “… What?”

As she says that, the sun seems to disappear as a different state of existence ebbs into this one, mists whipping up and engulfing the mountain. “What the?” Otto exclaims, before his jaw drops as a new person enters the fray. Buttercup sees her too and her eyes go wide and she breaks into a huge smile.

“B-Blossom…! You are here!” Blossom’s eyes also equally go wide. “So… you weren’t an illusion…” She says to Buttercup as they near each other once more. After exchanging a few more looks at each other, they embrace once again. Buttercup is still a little taller than Blossom.

Blossom is currently wearing a white lab coat, apparently she is working with science related things, but something brought her to this mountain once again. “How… have you been…?” Buttercup asks, choking up. “I’ve been… hanging in there… barely… I’ve been so lonely without my sisters…” She looks at Buttercup and her lip begins to quiver before she coughs. “It’s… so good to see you again.” She says, with a wet but smiling face.

She turns over to Otto and wipes her eyes. “O-Otto…?” – “B-Blossom…? But… you’re dead…!” She blinks and looks over to Buttercup who looks over to Otto. Otto can see Blossom? Blossom can see Otto?

At first she just thought she was going a little insane, but this is a lot deeper than she first thought. “I’m… not dead.” Blossom confirms, holding out her arms and hands, turning them over as Otto nears her and touches them. “But… you were killed by Magnificence…” – “Mag… what? Wait… M? Model M? I was…” – “…” Buttercup pauses and looks around her, this timeless mist blocking all vision to everything except the Chronometal Tomb.

“But… the way I remember it… Bubbles sacrificed herself along with all the Chronometals to destroy Mother… then you, Buttercup… you simply… left me…” – “Blossom… I would never leave you.” – “I… I know… but… you did…” – “…”

“We’re… from different universes. There is no doubt about that.” Otto says, Blossom nodding. “But… why are we able to meet… above this Chronometal Tomb?” – “I don’t know. Something, or someone must be letting us, but we have to use this to whatever benefit we can.” – “Huh…? What do you mean?” Buttercup asks, interrupting.

“Buttercup, this is what I was trying to tell you, I know finally, once and for all, what it is we’re fighting. Or, should I say who it is we’re fighting.” – “Beelzebub…” – “Huh? How did you-“ – “Don’t underestimate me, Otto, Barthandelus told me everything.” – “Barthandelus? Then that means… he must be the ‘other’ Ark.” – “Other Ark?” Otto nods, his small amount of hair bobbing at the gesture as he straightens out his glasses.

“Micheal and Elly came to me from another universe. They explained to me everything they experienced, and why all of this happened. It started off as a kind of divine test, to see if Humanity was capable of creating a suitable successor to God.” – “What…? That’s… M-Micheal…? Elly?” – “I’m not done. Apparently a great beast called The Chronotitan was created in an Alternate Universe where World’s End struck the Earth and eventually ended all life on it. It was composed of Model M, Model D, and all the Bio Symbiotes. But it was more of a casing to an ultimate being inside than anything. That being, Buttercup, was Beelzebub.” Buttercup blinks, not sure how to keep up with this, but Blossom nods and speaks up.

“Uh huh… go ahead.” She says patiently. “Well, in our universe… World’s End was prevented from falling by using Barasia to help Blossom’s soul through time and mature. Once she was finally ready, she, Dexter, Barasia, and even I all met at World’s End to put a stop to Malignancy, the main catalyst to Beelzebub’s birth. Even with all of that prevented however, it seems that he wasn’t destroyed.” – “What? But if we stopped him from being created… then how?” Buttercup asks.

“Briarus told Micheal as he was reborn as Francis that Beelzebub was born of his brother Barthandelus… the Sleeping Ark. Corrupted completely, losing all sense of self. But The Arks are omnipresent beings that cannot exist in more than one timeline at once. Unlike us mortal beings, mere side effects to time’s endless march, The Arks are constantly in a state of singular existence. But Barthandelus was corrupted while asleep in a fallen universe. The corruption was one of mortal powers, Dexter’s Soul, Mandark’s Soul, even Micheal’s, Olga’s, Elly’s, Drax’s… everyone’s. The being that was born was a being so black that his skin absorbed all light around it. His name was Beelzebub… a…” He pauses…

“… Mortal Ark…” – “Mortal Ark? But you said that that the Arks were omnipresent! If he’s a corrupted Barthandelus, how does he even still exist?! Barthandelus is alive, uncorrupted!” – “That is the single reason he is so dangerous. He was born of the Ark’s Shell, corrupted by human’s souls. A being of near infinite power within a finite mortal shell.” – “Then where is he?! How can we stop him?” Otto smiles, looking over at Blossom.

“Briarus told Micheal a long time ago that you were the key to all of this, Buttercup.” – “Huh?” – “I knew that if I followed you, I would somehow find one of the impossible chains I needed to link.” He says, still looking at Blossom.

“Blossom… do you still have Model B?” – “Yes… yes I do.”


??? ??????? ????? ?? ??????

Six people sit in a circle together. In life, they would never consider meeting like this under good terms. But… it’s a beautiful day out, as it has been for the past several years. The grass is slowly disappearing and being replaced with lakes of endless water, but this place is safe for now.

“It feels like it’s almost time…” A young man with blue hair lets out. They all sit here in tattered clothing, the clothing of what they wore when they died. Some are in bits of destroyed armor, others in little to no clothing at all. The man is very young, his face bears no scars, and his hair is short. There are two people at his side, a man and a woman. The man is very large and muscular, and the woman is dark skinned and well-toned. Their hair colors respectively are red and brown.

“Almost time… not quite… but… nearing…” Another man, dissimilar from the other younger man, but similar enough with blue hair lets out. His hair is much longer, very vibrant. They all sit cross legged facing each other. To the left and right of this blue haired man are also a man and a woman. Hair colors red and green respectively.

The two women eye each other, as they have for some time now. They hated each other in life, the feelings are still rather alive here in… whatever this is.

“Beelzebub still has seven statues to send at the world.” The large red haired man lets out. “And then…” The grown haired girl follows. “…Darkness…” Finished by the opposite sided red haired man with dreadlocks. “What can we do…?” The green haired girl asks, as she has probably thousands of times before.

“All we can do is wait.” The blue haired young man lets out, as if in meditation. “Otto told me to leave everything to Dexter.” He says, with full confidence. “Dexter…” The older blue haired individual spits. “If it wasn’t for him… none of this would have happened… Model M would rule over the world… there would BE no Beelzebub…” – “Be that as it may, Micheal, there is a Beelzebub, and for some reason, he takes after Dexter’s visage.” Micheal nods.

“If we get any ability to break out of this place, and help the world of the living in any way… we shall. Right, Drax? Elly?” The red haired man and green haired woman nod, facing towards the other three.

“Shaun? Lidia? Randal?” – “Of course you have our support… we will do whatever we can to aid what’s left of humanity.” Shaun says coldly, looking around him as more and more people pop into this realm of existence. More people are dying and being placed here. Why…?

“I wonder how my daughter… Ruby is…” Randal states, looking over the endless horizon, large obelisks stretching into the sky. At the end of the horizon, an endless storm of black clouds churn, but here it is bright and windy.” – “Otto told us that Dexter would take care of her, Randal. Trust Otto, trust Dexter.” – “Yes… of course…” Randal says, somewhat reassured.

The Knights.

The Three.

Two groups; they both wait for their time to come. This paradise has grown wet and crowded. The horizon is no longer sunny. It may still be a few years, but compared to this eternity, feels like it is so much closer. Everyone shudders with anticipation. A voice has reached them as they sit here.

A new voice… a man who calls himself Barrett Electus. Somehow, he is reaching this realm. Everyone is going to help him when Beelzebub is finished throwing in his small statues, and the world undergoes its final trial. Blossom, over near the door also awaits, her clothing torn, her Model B shattered, but with a smile on her face, she too puts her faith in Dexter. Even if her last action may be using the last of her power to help this new person, Barrett, she will never forget Dexter.

She secretly hopes that a new possibility opens up for her… but she doesn’t hold her breath. She is already dead, this new chance she’s been given is far more than she could have ever expected. She’s okay with this. She really is.

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:27 am

The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2
The Second Battle of Unity (1)

“I don’t have it with me right now.”

Blossom, Buttercup and Otto all stand here, with a foggy goal in mind, but unable to enact upon it. “It’s still good to know that you have it. If when we meet again… I would enjoy having it.” – “But why? It’s punctured; powerless.” – “In its current state, perhaps, but in our universe we may be able to whip it back into shape.” Blossom nods, her lab coat swaying in this misty breeze. “Okay, Otto. And… Buttercup…” – “…” – “Soon isn’t soon enough. I really miss you.” – “How did the me of your universe leave?” – “After Bubbles died, you went into seclusion… I mean, she went into seclusion… she went to Him’s realm… and when I tried to visit her, she insisted on staying, saying one day she would explain why she had to leave me.” – “Has she?” – “No. I haven’t seen her since. It’s been almost three years. I’ve gotten a new job with Dexter, but I still feel empty inside. I know he’s trying to help, but it’s not enough. I want my family back…” – “…”

Buttercup wonders to herself how this Blossom feels so terrible about all of this. Is it possible that she feels even worse than Buttercup did when Blossom died? Come to think of it, the Blossom of Buttercup’s universe sacrificed herself to save all of us. This Blossom likely would have done the same.

Buttercup nods to Blossom. “I’ll return as soon as I can, but I’m afraid that could still be a while. This time next year, perhaps.” – “I’ll… be waiting.” Otto nods as well and beckons Buttercup. “I’m sure you have somewhere to be, yes Buttercup?” – “Yeah. I’ll meet up with the others in India.”


People huddle around a medical bed.

Her heart is barely beating. Her face is horribly disfigured. Most of her bones are broken. Her weapon, however… seems to glow with an otherworldly energy, as does her armor. “Rose… can… can you save her?” Noss pleads, paying no attention to the gashes along his body which compare to little more than bumps and bruises compared to Alex’s damages.

“Her eye is unsalvageable, but her heart is stable and her armor is acting as a cast to her bones. It’s already setting them straight and keeping them in place.” – “It… can do that?” – “I guess it can.” Rose says, previously unaware of this adaptation. “It must be unique to Alex, I’ve never seen an Alphametal adapt in such a… specific way before.” Although the armor is doing wonders for the broken bones and open wounds on her body, her face and head, the most damaged areas, are completely unaffected by the Alphametal’s healing touch and is still critical.

“She’s okay for now. I’m going to need you all to leave me to this. We’ll be docking in India in less than half an hour. I want you guys to go on without us.” – “Wait… we’re going to take this thing on without you or Alex?” – “I don’t think Alex is going to do much fighting here, do you?” Noss looks down and sighs. He turns out of the room and locks eyes with Baron.

“Thanks… Barrett. If you didn’t break in, she would be dead… and so would I probably.” – “Don’t mention it.” He dismisses. “You should take Rose’s advice. We must prepare to dock. We got a pretty long walk to New Delhi, where the Raging Beast will emerge.” – “Y-Yeah…”

Noss walks down to his chambers, wondering to himself. Alex certainly managed to unlock something within herself… but at costs Noss is not sure he is able to accept for himself. He fought until arms and legs screamed for him to stop, and yet nothing broke through with Noss. He truly thought he was going to die several times, but his Alphametal didn’t unlock anything within him. “Why?” he wonders. He’s not as jealous as Alex was, to go this far, but the question still gnaws at him. “Maybe different things unlock Alphametals for different people?”

So far for Neil and Alex, it seems to be self-defense and a true fear of death. He doesn’t know exactly how Kally unlocked hers, but his main point is that he truly thought he was going to die and his Alphametal didn’t even twinkle. These questions bog his thoughts. He has to prepare. He heads to the barracks on the yacht.

There he finds Kally, casually preparing her armor while she stands outside of it in her underwear. Minor maintenance, polishing, that kind of thing. For a sixteen year old, she’s kind of short, and not as developed as other girls of her age are. Her muscles are toned and she’s very athletic looking. Her long blue hair spill over her back and obstruct vision of most of her upper torso.

“Have you been in here the whole time?” Noss asks, Kally turning back only enough to make eye contact as she works on her armor. “Yeah.” – “Did you hear about Alex?” She turns back to her armor. “Yeah.” – “You don’t care about her wounds? Her instability on the emergency table?” – “Care? Yes. But I have more important things to worry about, as do you. I recommend you perform some maintenance on your Alphametal, keep it loose. We have a very… very long and dangerous day ahead of us.” Noss pauses, almost at a loss for words.

“How can you be so uncaring?” – “Uncaring? I don’t know what you mean.” – “She could have died- she could STILL die! But you didn’t try to save her or provide her moral support?” – “She went into that chamber of her own free will. In fact, I would say her goal was to ‘almost’ die, so that she could unlock her hidden powers. You didn’t have to follow her.” – “What…?!” Kally stands up and turns around to face him, her sports bra and boxers a light blue coloration.

Her striking blue eyes look straight into his soul. “Baron on multiple occasions gave me direct orders to try to kill you, her, and Neil. While I would be sad if any of you really did die, they were risks that existed, and still do exist. Need I remind you exactly why we’re heading to India in the first place?” She scowls. Before Noss has a chance to respond she continues.

“We’re going to face a Raging Beast, a monster strong enough to destroy the entire world on its own, and this time we’re doing it without nuking the city from orbit, an action I will remind you, not even Barthandelus gave us his blessing for. It was just that Briarus guy, and he imbued Neil’s sword so we can attempt to take this beast down without sacrificing a city.” She furrows her brow, but turns around and shrugs.

“If you want to completely waste any meaningful time preparing to chit chat or provide ‘moral support’ then be my guest. It would be a shame to see you decimated by the enemy we’re going to face in-“ She looks at the clock on the wall. “-six hours.” She gets back to working on her armor as Noss is left speechless.

Maybe… she’s right. Alex made her choice, and Noss made his choice to help her, and all that earned him was a few scars. Who knows if the monsters he brought down were what caused her to barely survive? It’s possible it was all for naught.

“If you want my opinion-“ Kally says out of the blue, as Noss thinks about her previous words. “-fuck Alex. I’m serious. She’s proven to be a danger to herself and others, and while she may live this time, there is no guarantee she can even fight again, she certainly can’t help us in the battle to come when we most need her.” – “Isn’t she like a sister to you?” – “She was adopted by Barrett, I simply joined him. I’m still looking for my father. We’ve butted heads a lot, but she’s made it clear that she wants nothing to do with me but fighting. While normally I would relish the opportunity to push her to her limits, she gets on my nerves. Gets in my head. Wastes my time. All of our training sessions have been pointless and amounted to nothing but me hating her more and more, and only just now did she unlock any kind of power within herself, after nearly killing herself. What a God damned waste of time.” She finalizes a few things in her armor and stands up.

“That should do it. I’ll head to the changing room.” She passes Noss, brushing shoulders with him.

“Think about what it is you really want, Noss. You can’t save her from herself. Perhaps it’s time you started thinking about yourself.” – “…”


Neil stands on the deck of Baron’s yacht, a salty wind blowing in his hair.

They are very close to docking, the land envelops his vision. He has never been big on geography, he wonders exactly where New Delhi is. “Mumbai.” A girly voice behind him lets out. It’s Kally, now in her Alphametal. It looks shiner than usual. “Excuse me?” – “The city we’re about to dock near. It’s Mumbai. A few hours north will take is us New Delhi. If we make good time, we may even have an hour or so to relax until the shit hits the fan.” She used a rather coarse phrase, she doesn’t curse much.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his sword glowing in its sheath. It’s a very dense sword, wide too. Not very long, less than a yard in length, but over 10 inches of solid metal wide. The sword is almost like a shield in of itself when used properly. As he asks that question, she can’t help but stare at his sword.

“Briarus put a lot of faith into that sword of yours.” She says, avoiding his question completely. He takes the sword out, it lets off a soft white shine as it leaves its sheath, before settling into its reflective steel coloration. “It doesn’t feel much stronger… but it does feel- different.” – “We’re not using The Hangar this time. It’s very possible that this sword is literally our only chance at stopping this Raging Beast.” – “Do you think we can do it?” – “Are you nervous?” She asks, noticing he’s not trembling at all.

He is really a much different boy from Noss, a boy so unsure of himself and insecure of others that he second guesses everyone, and even himself.

“Nervous? Maybe a little. Mostly scared, but I don’t let nerves get to me, a swordsman can never lose their edge, even when staring down their own certain death. My father taught me that, a kind of code our family went by back in the old country.” – “Where are you from?” – “England… I think. I grew up in the United States with my mother, until she passed and my Father came to raise me, even though our bloodline had never left the old country before. He brought the sword with him and gave it to me. His hands were wrinkled and pruned, shaky too.” – “How old was he?” – “Almost a hundred.” – “A… a hundred…?! And he was your father? Not your Grandfather?” – “That’s right. He married very… very late in life, and was apparently virile enough to conceive a child. He never told me why, I just assume the time was never right until it was right.” Kally wonders, looking off to the coast of Mumbai, they’ll be docking in a few minutes.

“We started training immediately, he taught me everything about sword fighting and tactical warfare. Apparently my mother left our home to come to The States to try to break me of the fate my bloodline has always had. Maintaining and watching after this exact sword. Apparently it was all worth it…” He says as it glows once more from Briarus’ blessing. “Even a god finds it worthy of its power.” Kally nods.

“I’m really glad you’re along with us, Neil.” Neil almost blushes. “Thank you. That means a lot.” --“Not long now.” – “…”

The yacht blasts out a horn as people on the dock begin to scramble at its arrival.

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Mon Aug 25, 2014 6:59 am

The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2
The Second Battle of Unity (2)

“I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Mandy- no, “Mayor Mandy”… what is it you want? What are you after?” She says bluntly. Mandy knows she means business, so she cuts out all of the cryptic bullshit. “You and I both know what it is I want. I’ve told you several times.” – “An entire world under your thumb, I get that. But why?” – “Maybe you’ll never understand, Blue… but you’ve surprised me before.” Mandy turns around. She’s in a very formal outfit that suits her incredibly serious demeanor, but does little to show off her admittedly voluptuous curves.

“What do you mean, surprised?” That last word almost being spat out by Bubbles. “When we first started talking about all of this, when you told me about Blossom and the Time Travelling girl, Lynn… you were frail, weak. Admittedly, you were also very stupid.” Bubbles growls at her direct insults. “But a lot of that seems to have changed. I remember that you lost your right arm in one of the many wars we were swept up in. It seems you’ve obtained quite a piece of art to replace it however.” She says, calling focus to Bubbles’ mechanical arm, specially designed by Dexter.

“My arm before, as it is now, was just an extension of me. I haven’t changed at all, I’ve just grown more experienced.” Bubbles insists, but Mandy isn’t buying it. “Bullshit. Your entire stance is changed, your eyes are striking, your muscles are more toned, and you bear the scars of many battles, and what is that on your back?” Mandy calls attention to a tool on Bubbles’ back. She grabs onto it with her left hand, having grown ambidextrous with the loss of her right arm in The Panic. It’s a solid, almost archaic looking black sword. “Nothing… but yet another tool at my disposal.” – “Bubbles, I must say… you’re exactly the kind of woman I need at my side.” Mayor Mandy extends a hand out, but she isn’t holding her breath.

A few moments go by before Bubbles simply shakes her head, dismissing the gesture altogether, her hand still gripping the sword. She is not in her Model B-2, instead all of it is channeled straight into its base form, this black sword. In this state, the blade is incredibly powerful and nigh indestructible, but does not provide Bubbles with the speed and defense increasing Chronometal.

“Do what you will, Blue. You’re not going to stop me, not that you would in the first place.” – “And just what is that supposed to mean?!” Mandy shrugs. “Face it, this world has gone to hell faster than either of us realized. You know that people look up to me, even with their dreams and loved ones literally crushed around them. I’m a hope to them, a flock of sheep I can control without even trying, the most honest and effective form of control. I’m their HERO, Bubbles. You can’t fight a hero, can you?” – “You’re not a hero.”

Mandy scowls. “What you or I call it is irrelevant. Completely irrelevant.” She repeats for emphases. “You know that eyes are watching us, don’t you, Blue?” She says, hinting at the dark room they stand in. Bubbles can’t see anyone, but she can feel prying eyes. What normally is a gut feeling is reverberating through her whole body, like they’re almost touching her. There is certainly a kind of presence watching them. Mandy yawns and picks up a file.

“Well, now that this is settled, I have a speech to make before the next Raging Beast appears.” – “Settled? We’re not done here, Mandy!” – “Oh? If you attack me now, the entire world will recognize you as an assassin to one of the world’s last remaining “human” heroes, and all of the political progress you made after The Panic would be wiped away, and you would be a target again. No one will trust you, all of your loved ones will be thrown in jeopardy, like the terrorist Olga.” – “…?!”

Mandy knows about Olga?! How the f-

“I have eyes everywhere, Bubbles. Now, as I said… it’s settled. You can’t stop me. This entire world, the unenlightened masses turn to me and give me power of their own free will. Even if I wanted them to stop, I couldn’t make them. I’ve yet to use even a single act of force, but that’s just America. After I save India, the entire WORLD will give me all they have.” – “AND THEN WHAT?!” Mandy laughs out loud at Bubbles’ flustered outburst.

“Oh, Bubbles. Bubbles, Bubbles… Bubbles…” She pats Bubbles’ head briefly, sending jolts of rage down her spine. “This world is ending. I’m just making sure it goes out in style. You’d best plan six billion apologies and funerals. You can’t protect this world anymore. You put it on your shoulders, and you will be crushed by the same force that crushes IT… … Yet you stay.” She pauses, that last sentence coming off as genuine confusion.

“You’ve asked me a lot of questions, Blue. Now answer one of mine. Do you really think this world can be-“ – “Yes I do, and I’m tired of constantly saying that.” Mandy raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. “You’ve had to say this before?” – “Many times, even to Dexter in fact. Even to my own sisters several times. All of you guys who lose your way once the going gets tough.” She makes a fist.

“Those are NOT the times to come up with a new plan, those are the most important times to stick with the people, to continue fighting crime, the forces of evil, everything. The world needs heroes, and Dexter almost completely abandoned them when Heroesbane went into effect, and I saw that Blossom almost went with him. How easily our so called “heroes” or “friends” abandon you when things get hard.” She spits on the floor and turns around.

“You have my answer, “Mayor Mandy.” I will continue to fight with this world, even though you treat the worst catastrophe we’ve ever seen like a God damned game.” Bubbles storms out of the building, all the while feeling like she’s being watched.

Mandy stands in the room, a finger to her chin, her eyes darting around in thought. “I so wish you would join me Bubbles, but it seems you’ve given this more thought than I imagined.” She pauses, looking into the darkness in the back of the room.

“Grim. Give me your scythe. I may need it later.”


The Saints march through the roads of Mumbai two heads short.

Alex is gone, and surprisingly enough, so is Baron. Rose, Noss, Kally, and Neil are off to New Delhi as Baron takes care of Alex. Noss is quieter than usual, he hasn’t said a word since they disembarked off of the Yacht. He kind of wishes someone would ask him if there’s a problem, that kind of innocuous question people always ask when someone is obviously upset.

But no one is saying anything. Maybe what Kally said was true, maybe now is not the time to really be thinking. Everyone is nervous… though they express it in different ways. Though Neil doesn’t really express it at all, if he’s feeling it in the first place. They pass people in the crowds before the people around them slowly start to realize who they are. They’ve seen those suits of armor before.

“Chronometals…?” – “Chronometals!” They don’t run however, they simply give them a wide berth as any sense of blending in quickly fades. Noss wants to explain to them that these are Alphametals, not Chronometals, but quickly realizes that this, like everything before, the rest of the group is completely ignoring.

Eyes forward, hands fidgety. They are all very focused. Neil keeps his eye on the sun as it starts to descend from the noon sky. “We’re making good time.” He says. “When should we get there?” – “A few hours, given of course we can catch a bus or something.” Kally says. “I… don’t think that’s going to work. We stick out too much.”


? What was that? It wasn’t so much someone laughing… as it was Rose feeling that someone was ‘thinking’ of laughing from nearby. As more and more people get out of their way, a small group of individuals actually approach them, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“Hello? Who are you?” She asks. “I am Kimball… from America. I heard the group responsible for stopping one of the so called Raging Beasts was coming here to India… why, I wonder?” – “…” Rose knows that no one else realizes what’s about to go down in New Delhi. If she told people, they would panic, and the casualties from people all leaving at the same time would vastly outpace the casualties that a well controlled raging beast would cause.

… Assuming of course they could indeed control it.

“Silent? No matter… I heard you were looking for transportation… to New Delhi, yes?” – “You were eavesdropping?” – “Not at all, I simply… hear things that happen around me. Nowadays, those deaf to the words of others live short lives. Surely you understand.” – “Of course…” She says, unconvinced. The man is bald with a twisted face, Caucasian and speaking in a way that is fluently American. Upon his vest, a small American Flag can be seen. He’s not very tall, but he is broad, a man who was worked out or perhaps fought his entire life.

“I think I can offer you a safe… quick way to the city of New Delhi… if you wish.” – “That would be grand, Mister Kimball. But, what would you want in return?” – “Oh please, think nothing of repayment. We’ve heard of you Saint. I say your actions, what you fight for, and how you fight for it, are all we ask for in payment. Just keep doing what comes naturally… and we will be willing to help you.” – “You speak as a member of a group?” – “I do.” – “What group might that be?” His face twists into a disturbing smile, before he takes a hat out of his vest and puts it on, blocking out his eyes and shading his face.

“It’s always darkest before the dawn.” – “Excuse me?” – “Ah, there’s your ride.” Before their eyes, an incredibly flashy chrome car pulls up, stopping on a dime from a heated speed. There is no doubt something like this could get them to New Delhi in time, granted traffic won’t get in the way.

“And don’t worry about traffic… we’ve also taken care of them- er, it.” Rose raises an eyebrow. This man has been finishing her thoughts for her, talking as if he’s been reading her mind. As she thinks that, Kimball smiles widely again, but this time covering his mouth.

“Thank you Kimball…” – “Think nothing of it, Rose.” – “…”

Rose didn’t tell Kimball her name.

Regardless, they get in the chrome vehicle, knowing that there is not even a single minute to waste. “Darkest before the dawn, eh?”

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Fri Sep 05, 2014 7:18 am

The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
Year 2
The Second Battle of Unity (3)

“It’s time.”

Buttercup stands on top of a tall city building. This is not America, as she already knew, but didn’t expect such a change of infrastructure. Advertisements along the brown and white brick buildings are mostly in English, but others are in languages she doesn’t recognize. But besides the sight-seeing, she can already feel that the ground is vibrating.

Him and Barthandelus said that the solid portions of this world are within their visions, but these Raging Beasts, and Beelzebub are outside of their vision. Though they see a living breathing future, these Raging Beasts are each individually capable of completely destroying that vision. While Him and Barthandelus usually stop the smaller crystal monsters from breaking through, only to have one occasionally slip by, the Raging Beasts are too powerful to even attempt to stop. The shell of it bursts through the world crystal in Him’s Domain and crawls up the crust.

It will be here in less than ten minutes, until then the tremors will increase in power until the entire city is moving.

“Buttercup?” A nostalgic soothing voice lets out from behind her. She turns around, her newly instated pony-tail flitting from the movement. “Bubbles…! You’re here!” – “Yeah, I am… but why are you?” – “You mean… you don’t know?” Bubbles pauses for a second, her hair drooping down over her back, covering the bulk of her black sword. “Mandy said something about a Raging Beast. The terminology sounds familiar. Something is coming, isn’t it?” Buttercup nods. “Yes… something horrible.” – “…”

Bubbles can feel tremors in her feet. “It’s coming from underground, just like that creature at Houston…” – “You don’t have to stay here.” – “What?” – “I’m immortal, I can’t die, but this creature can break this world in half if we aren’t careful.” – “All the more reason for me to stay!” – “Bubbles… what if you die?” – “What kind of stupid question is that?” She asks confidently, catching Buttercup off guard.

“Bubbles… hah… you’ve changed.” – “So I’ve heard.” She rolls her eyes, remembering Mandy’s words. Though she wonders if Mandy remembers ‘her’ words or not.”


“So you’re the fabled Saints of Crystallus?”

“I see our reputation precedes us. You grace us with your attention, Mayor Mandy.” Rose says, curtseying politely. “Think nothing of it. You’re the real stars of the show here. I take it you Saints claim to be able to land a killing blow in this beast without sealing it beneath the city like in Houston?” – “Y…es… Mayor, might I ask how you got this information?” Mandy blinks once, wondering if she overstepped her bounds.

“Why do you ask?” – “Only that another individual I passed, one that helped us reach this city quickly… also knew much about us. I don’t recall ever disclosing such vital information to him, nor you. No offense…” – “None taken… I have a very webbed network of informants. It’s because of them that I know to be here in the first place. A Raging Beast will be here soon, I can feel it.” The saints look around.

Rose can feel it, though she worries for the city. Can they really stop this thing without using The Hangar?’

Noss can feel it, though an unsettling feeling is coming over him, as if he feels as though he’s being forced to risk his life here.

Neil can feel it. His hands grow sweaty as he grips his sword harder and harder, his heart beginning to beat faster and faster.

Kally can feel it most of all, to the point of her being able to almost “see” with her body the trajectory and size of the beast. It’s enormous… the First Beast was the size of the City of Houston… but this monster is as big as a mountain… Needless to say, she worries.

“Yes, one will be here soon.” – “And you hope to fight it directly instead of using The Hangar?” – “What happened at Houston could have been prevented if we took more direct action. I won’t say I regret the decision, but now that we have more information and more tools at our disposal, we no longer limit ourselves to such… ultimatum decisions.” – “I see. Well, you have the full support of my military unit.” Mandy reassures, looking up to see one of the giant machines her newly (and rather brilliantly) instated private military built according to secret government blueprints.

“I’ll refer to you the best means to handle the civilians in this city.” – “The beast is coming, and it is far larger than New Delhi. We have no choice but to bring it north, into the mountains. We honestly have no idea where it will explode out from, so forcing all civilians in this crowded city into one spot is relying solely on luck that the beast doesn’t wish to kill them all in one swoop. As morbid as it sounds, they should be kept in the dark to minimize casualties as we bait it into the mountains.” – “I see. That’s a logical way of thinking.” – “…”

Rose wonders to herself something not so dissimilar to what her daughter, of whom she has no idea is even still alive, wondered before jumping on a train, to not be seen to this day. A world so blinded by logic that human lives are little more than numbers to be calculated, pawns to be thrown away in a game of chess in favor of a more desirable piece. Is it really the most human thing to do? … Perhaps not, but unlike Ruby, Rose is in a position of power, and like it or not she has to make these decisions.

But a beast the size of a mountain… to be taken down by a sword that would rival nothing more than a splinter to it? Maybe less? It seems impossible.


Micheal and Elly stand in Megaville square.

They bide their time until they are truly needed again. They need to unite all the Chronometals, old and new under a single banner, but not now. Not until later, when the world is on its last legs. By then it is very likely that most cities like Megaville will be ruined, smashed beneath the ground, burning from the fires of beasts, perhaps destroying themselves from the inside out…

But for now, depressed guideless masses shuffle along unto another day where they survive. Micheal wasn’t sure what Otto meant when he told them that all sense of a normal world has long disappeared, but now he does. He stands in awe of the situation, remembering his actions in Time Squad.

“Our Otto fought with Barasia to save… this?” Elly looks over to him. His body, once malnourished and timid is now beaming with power and health. He almost looks like the old Micheal, only his hair is much shorter. “Otto knew what he was doing. This is his home now.” – “But… where is he? Briarus sent us off without him, and we found this universe’s Otto. Ours is… nowhere to be found.” – “You know him, Micheal. He has everything planned out. He will show up when the world needs him most.” Micheal nods. “Yes… you’re right…” – “You miss him… don’t you?” – “Don’t be silly, Elly.”

Micheal looks around the city square. He knows that the Mayor is gone, she has gone to India to fight the second of the nine beasts. From what Briarus has told them, they will be victorious, but a series of small losses will eventually lead them to the final beast, where the only resistance left is found in the Far East. The last city of Earth to fall.

“If only we helped Otto sooner.” – “Micheal?” – “I resisted his attempts to get close to the black- … Barasia, for so long. Thinking that her universe was just one of many, but I had a bad feeling in the pit of my soul once I realized that THIS was the unknown temporal timeframe. A seemingly normal world, overcome by probably the single most dangerous being I could imagine. A mortal ark with aspirations to take over the throne of God. If only I had helped them sooner… perhaps we would have more of a force to stop this…” Elly shakes her head.

“No. Briarus has told us that this all happened for a reason, that to defy this was to defy all.” – “Then why is he helping us?” – “I… don’t know. Maybe there is something going on that not even Briarus understands?” – “Is… that even possible?” They ponder to themselves before they hear a voice behind them. Not directed at them, but loud nonetheless.

“GET OFF ME YOU CREEP!” A young girl no older than sixteen yells out as a rather homely man attempts to take something from her! She attempts to reach into her pack to pull something out before an officer of the law forces him to the ground and she conceals what she was about to take out.

“Are you okay ma’am?” – “Y-Yeah… thank you…” – “This place is dangerous. Are you here alone?” – “Alone? Ah… yes…” – “I recommend you return home. I would offer to escort you, but we are spread thin as it is.” He says, handcuffing the sad man and raising him to his feet. “I see… thank you.” – “No problem.” The officer marches off of the man as the red haired girl exhales.

“She looks familiar…” Elly says to herself. “Oh?” – “Yeah, but I’m not sure from where.” The girl wipes herself off and looks back into her bag before talking to herself. “Not exactly what I wanted as my first meeting in Megaville… but damn it, I came here to help people, and I’m going to.” She takes something out that makes Micheal’s jaw drop.

“Th-That’s a CHRONOMETAL!” – “WHAT?!” – “LOOK! It’s silver, just like Dexter’s Model D. There is no denying it… I know this girl now! There is no way she could possibly have contact with Model D unless she was-“ – “Wait, that’s RUBY?” Upon whispering loudly to each other, that last word ‘Ruby’ reaches the girl’s ears as they perk up and she looks over to them, seeing them look over at her as she carries the condensed Chronometal.

At first she wonders if she should just go away and do this somewhere more secluded, but there’s something about the man with the blue hair that intrigues her, like a very far off memory.

They stare at each other, speechless and motionless, before the ground begins to shudder slightly. Then quake heavily! “Wh-What is happening?!” People in this square yell out!


The ground beneath their feet shudders and quakes!

Clouds in the sky churn and twist as a tall building sinks into the Earth, only to explode upward into the aether! A being of white scales blasts out of the ground as lighting strikes off of it, blinding all of those who see it! Magma bursts from the hole in the ground and the beast splays feathery wings along its snakelike body. Countless pairs of wings, the beast already several miles into the sky and still emerging from the pavement, the hole extending into a kind of expulsive volcano!

“Everyone get back!” Noss yells, getting the nearby people away! Neil takes his weapon out and grips it with sweaty palms, knowing that this will be the deciding factor in fate, a blade to defy all expectations! The biological behemoth with crystal scales lets out a horrifying hiss as its face touches the storm clouds above, causing lighting and rain to pour down!

Its body continues to blast out of the core of the city as it already coils in the sky, hundreds of broad birdlike wings along its serpentine spine.

“How… am I even going to fight this…?” Neil blubbers, now completely unsure of his own abilities. Even the snaky body of it has the width of an entire building, not even to mention that it’s so large that it encompasses most of the sky he can see! He struggles to look up at it as rain gets in his eyes, and the storm clouds and its broad body block out what was once the sun.

“It’s body is still coming out of the ground, try attacking it from there!” Kally suggests! “A-Alright!” Neil rushes up the volcano, avoiding the magma pouring down and sizzling the rain into steam. “HAH!” He yells, slicing at the serpentine body and causing a white flash of energy to cross it. He wasn’t sure if it did anything, until the snake begins to hiss again.

“WHAT… ISssssss?” – “IT CAN TALK?!” The blade left a scar in the beast’s belly, as it entwines with the rest of its colossal body, a glowing white wound can be easily seen. “It worked, Neil, keep attacking!” Rose says, knowing that she personally can’t do much to this thing. It opens its maw and a torrent of pure lightning blasts out, engulfing the surrounding area! Neil attacks again, but the tail finally pops out and the beast is fully in the sky, resembling a Chinese Dragon!

The city rumbles from the lightning breath and Buttercup takes to the sky! Along with her, many giant war machines also surround the beast! The monster prepares to blast them before they take off dead north! “FLEEEESssssss?” It hisses out, consuming the pent up energy and turning around to follow the machines. There aren’t as many heroes here as there were at Houston, Mandy kept this very low key.

It swims through the air, every minor movement causing static filled reverberations to echo through the air, short circuiting minor appliances and electrically charging stone and metal! The six war machines Mandy brought turn around and start to fire upon the beats head, explosions filled with black smoke clogging the sky and smothering sight of its head, but it’s so large and abominable that it simply wafts through the attacks as if they hadn’t existed in the first place!

It opens its mouth to unleash an ear splitting laser that instantly flashes one of the machines into a black crackling husk! “Mayday Mayday! I’m going down!” His static filled microphone lets out as he free falls! Bubbles flies over to his aid as Buttercup lands on its head and takes out a green and red demonic blade from Him’s gifted armor! She impales the beast in the skull with it, but it seems to have no effect. The monster is simply so big that even the first layer of scales are several feet thick! That’s not even counting the skin and bone beneath!

Bubbles succeeds in getting the man out of the machine before it hits the ground with a hazy explosion! This dry mountain begins to whip up a dust storm with the conflicting weathers, the rain and heat causing tornadoes and thunderbolts to whip around!


The Saints of Crystallus can’t even imagine a possible vantage point! Without The Hangar, their energies are simply too weak to be channeled into anything useful against a beast this big!

“Hey, it’s you guys! It’s great that you’re here!” Rose, Neil, Noss and Kally look around trying to trace the voice as a young man lands behind them from the sky. He looks up at the behemoth eclipsing the sun and looks back down at them. It’s none other than Brick, the man they met when defending Megaville against a Crystal Serpent! Now they’re defending New Delhi from another Serpent! Only this time it’s much bigger, and slightly less crystally.

“Brick? Rose lets out, remembering his name- “What are you doing here?” – “What does it look like I’m doing? A little birdy told me something big was coming here, so I came!” – “Thanks, I guess, but we have no idea how to take this thing on!” It bites into one of the machines, instantly destroying it with no hope of saving the person within!

“Wait… how did you guys stop it last time?” – “Well, we used a concentrated bolt of energy from our Alphametals, from the cannon on The Hangar.” – “Alphametals… right… and those are like Chronometals, yes?” – “Kind of? Look we don’t have time for this-“ – “Make time, follow me I have an idea!” Brick runs off, not flying, knowing that the rest of them probably won’t be able to follow. “Where?” – “I know a place where you can use your Alphametal’s soul energy!” They look at each other and back to him. They look back to the snake in the sky. It’s only a matter of time before the machines bore it and it turns its fangs into the city once again.

“Fine, you better be right about this!”


Buttercup transforms into her demon persona and jams her hands into the monster’s mouth, forcing it open as she launches a barrage of energy attacks into its gullet! It chomps down, nearly taking her hand with it! “It’s so strong, it’s unreal!” – “What are The Saints doing?” – “I don’t know, keep this thing occupied!” Buttercup responds to Bubbles as they both attack the monster as best they can.


Brick leads them to an abandoned dome on top of one of the mountains. “Isn’t this…?” Noss lets out, knowledgeable. “What is it, Noss?” Kally asks. “This… is a Chrono Cannon! It was built after the Second War with cooperation from the United States Government to construct many different weapons in places all around the world! This was made to destroy Model Ms!” – “You’re very smart, Noss. That is indeed what this is.” Brick confirms.

"It’s in rough shape, but if we can get the dust off and warm this bad boy up, I believe that your Alphametals could punch a hole in this monster… though…” – “Though?” Kally asks. “Though last time this thing was used, I heard that it only scraped the armor of the Model M it attacked. We would need to strike a weak point or something, a hole in its armor.” They ponder for a moment before Brick stops them. “We can figure this out later, we need to get this think working!” – “Right!”


The Raging Beast rumbles and hisses. “ANNOYING… GNATSsssss…” Its scales begin to shudder and fly off, impaling the mountain and city! At first seeming like a light attack, the scales soon come to life and start skittering around! The War Machines are too busy distracting the monster to deal with those things, but Bubbles and Buttercup seemingly have no choice as they spring to life and start chasing people!

Even Mandy has to involve herself, taking two handheld guns out of her suit and taking aim. They seem low caliber, but as she pulls the trigger dark energy punches a hole in the creature, flooring it instantly! She does this another dozen or so times before a large huddled group of scared civilians find their way to Mandy and taking cover.

She looks down on them, a strange feeling coming over her. But she shrugs as it passes. More of the scale insects crawl over the buildings and Mandy quickly finds herself a disadvantage. She lets out a sharp whistle as something from the shadows rushes out. To the civilian’s horror, it seems to be an arsenal of armored Skeletons! The skeletons start attacking the insects at melee and Mandy takes them out from afar! They huddle next to Mandy who ignores them as she shoots at the crawling scales. She looks up at the Beast above, wondering how much longer this is going to last.


Another machine falls out of the sky, Bubbles barely able to save the person within. She wonders to herself if this is even possible. She’s frustrated and fatigued, panting and gulping in between major actions. She and Buttercup have been fighting this colossal serpent for almost an hour, and she’s starting to feel weak, though this beast has shown no sign of weakness.

Only two machines fight the beast now as more and more scales fall off of it. Somewhere down its torso is a glowing white scar, when the scales fall off from that location, the wound is made more evident. Perhaps that could be a kind of weak point?


“Alright, that should do it!” Brick yells, punching a code into the main terminal as the cannon begins to spin up. However to his dismay, insect like scale creatures come crawling in! They quickly mount the cannon and begin to claw at it! Before anyone says anything, Noss is already at work putting holes in them, causing them to fall dead instantly.

“I got these things, you guys get this thing charged up!” – “Right!” Kally says with a nod, running over to Brick along with Neil. “Tell us what to do, Brick.” – “If I’m reading this correctly, this cannon wasn’t designed to shoot a laser, unlike most of the American cannons I’ve seen.” – “Is… that a bad thing?” – “I’m not sure. It seems to infuse a projectile with the soul energy then fire that instead of just unleashing the pure energy. The attack will be devastating, but we need something to use as ammunition.” He ponders, Noss still working hard to kill these things.

“How big is the ammunition we need?” Neil asks. “About as big as a person. Loaded directly into the tip of the cannon. It was apparently designed to shoot large artillery shells the size of people.” – “What about my sword? Could you launch that?” Brick looks at the blade. It’s very well made and solid, but it doesn’t look aerodynamic. “I don’t think so. It would lose its way halfway through the flight. It would need something to stabilize it, like a weight at the base.” – “A weight…?” Neil looks at his sword and grips it hard.

“What about me?” – “What?” – “I will be the bullet, along with my sword.” As he suggests that, Kally turns him around. “Are you serious? What kind of crazy idea is that? How do you even think of this stuff?” Before he has a chance to respond, Brick speaks up. “That may work. The cannon uses a railgun to launch metal objects, so you won’t be put in direct contact with any launching mechanism, but you will be launched very fast. You will need to grasp the sword very hard.” – “I got it.” He says. “You guys are serious, aren’t you?” – “Yes we are-“ Brick reassures.

“And since Noss is Busy and Neil is the cannonball, that means you have to power this bad boy yourself.” He says, patting Kally on the back as Noss shoots more and more. “GUYS, HURRY UP. THEY ARE SPILLING OVER!” – “God damn it, FINE.” Kally caves in and nears the base of the cannon. Neil slashes his way up the barrel and plants himself inside.

“Ready when you are!”

“So how do I do this?” Kally asks Brick. “Unleash your energy, burn it through your hands and funnel it into this casing here, that will charge the weapon with the soul energy. Let’s just hope than an Alphametal’s soul energy is comparable to a Chronometal’s…” Kally nods and puts her hands into the base of the case and begins to funnel her power through her fingertips. Before long the cannon begins to sputter and churn! The scale monsters are all over the place and Noss can barely keep up, but now he has Brick on his side. “Sorry that I took so long!” He jokes around, fighting alongside Noss as they destroy beast after beast.

“G-Gah…!” Kally grunts, the cannon taking a lot out of her. “Noss, you’re up!” – “I’m on it!” Noss runs over and channels his energy into a single burst and shoves it into the cannon as it finally reaches full power. Neil holds his sword upward as the cannon points at The Raging Beast.

“Alright, it’s ready! Now I just need to find the perfect place to hit it…” He says, taking aim at the head. “Wait.” Neil says. “What?” – “I caused a wound to it before it took to the air. It should be while and glowing around the middle of its body.” – “White… middle of the body… ah, there it is. Are you sure about this?” – “Briarus told me, it can’t fail!” – “If you say so. I’m starting the countdown!”

The beasts begin to clamor around the tip of the cannon as Noss shoots them off!

Kally huffs from the exhaustion, but is able to beat a few of the beasts down with her buckler.

Brick launches red energy from his hands, burning several monsters to a crisp!

Buttercup is blown out of the sky by the beast’s lightning breath!

“BUTTERCUP!” Bubbles yells out, seething with rage!

“HAAAAAAH!” Neil yells as the cannon emits a brilliant light, engulfing his entire body as well as his sword with golden energy before the sword is fired out of the cannon along with him in tow! He barely holds on as the blade drags him along, but he stabilizes it in mid-air! Bubbles only catches half of a glance at him, as he looks like a golden fireball. He crashes right into the white scar and an explosion goes off, causing the beast to hiss in pain, its many wings going limp!

As he gains his bearings, he notices he is inside the beast! There are crystal bones, but the rest of it is completely hollow! He runs up its spine, slashing at it all the way, causing flashes of white lightning to shoot up the creature! It writhes and spasms as he causes internal damage!

“Now’s our chance!” Bubbles yells out, retracting her Chronometal back into its Sword Form. She rushes for its head, now that it’s completely distracted at the invader within its own body! She yells and musters primal energy, cleaving at its eye, a large black shockwave emitting from the sword and causing black liquid to pour from its wound! It roars in pain at the two pronged attack as it begins to charge its energy at Bubbles! She breaks into a cold sweat as she attempts to defend herself, only to be smacked out of the way by something.

The blast rips the sky in half and Bubbles barely opens her eyes to see that Buttercup, in her human form saved her! Neither side saying a word, they get back into the battle, the beast still twitching from the pain within. Bubbles and Buttercup can see the white flashes along the beast’s back! Neil is INSIDE its spine! He reaches the Neck and enters the Skull. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this…

It’s a forest…?

Neil knows that time is a factor, so he tries to ignore the splendor and finds his way to the center of the room. Trees, rocks and flowers are scattered around. It’s raining slightly, and the trees carry an usual blue tint. He finds what looks like a pedestal in the middle of a stone clearing. He notices 9 humanlike statues next to it. One of the statues is broken. Floating above the pedestal is a crystal in the shape of a heart. That must be the core of this monster! He readies himself to strike it as he hears something behind him.

He turns around and faces the enemy, only to notice it’s an unarmed young man.

“Hey.” He says with such nonchalance that it almost makes Neil blush, remembering that the world is literally ending outside. “Uh huh. I’m going to break this crystal now.” He says snappily. As he turns around and readies himself to destroy the crystal, the young man speaks up. “When you get back, tell Dexter I’m sorry.”

“…” Neil pauses and turns around. “Who are you?” – “My name? My name is Susan Astronomonov, though I went by Mandark for most of my life.” – “Wait… you’re THE Mandark? Model M?” He sighs and shrugs. “I was, once. Though Model M was merely a vessel to hold my soul. Now that Beelzebub had a hold of my soul, he made an example of me. Now I’m the second Raging Beast.” – “Wait… the Raging Beasts are people?” – “Their souls are, yes. The Raging Beasts are more powerful than regular crystal monsters because they have a mortal soul within them. A kind of energy you cannot replicate through any means, so Beelzebub forces it into them, then sends them to Earth to kill or be killed.”

“Who was the first Raging Beast?” Neil asks, curiously. The light rain in this azure forest plopping on his brown hair. “A girl I’m sure you’ve never heard of. A young, kind girl by the name of Bell. Beelzebub also took a hold of her soul as the first to test the Raging Beasts.” – “What will happen when I destroy that crystal behind me?” – “I don’t know. Maybe I die, maybe I simply disappear. All I know is that it will destroy this Raging Beast. So you better hurry up, your friends are fighting as hard as they can.”

“You… want me to tell Dexter that you’re sorry?” – “Yes. About everything.” – “…” Mandark stands here, bare feet, and strangely enough, he’s in a kind of dress. It’s natural, seemingly made of fibers from this very forest. His hair is long and wild, as if he’s been in this forest for months. He looks so tired…

Neil turns around. “I will tell him.” – “Thank you.” Is all Mandark says as he closes his eyes and looks into the sky. “HAAA!” Neil slashes down, shattering the crystal into a million pieces!

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Thu Sep 11, 2014 4:24 am

The Chronometal Wars
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The obelisk of the snake within this grand expansive green meadow begins to shine, much like the Gryphon one from before did. However… it is not crumbling. Instead, the white symbols on the black obelisk instead grow an intense red color and the obelisk begins to very slowly rotate on its axis.

Blossom looks up at this. “What is… that…?” A bone chilling feeling crosses her being as she feels someone next to her, the only person capable of creating that feeling. “Now ‘that’… that I did not expect.” The voice says as she turns around, only to once again be met with the body of Dexter, but mind of one who calls himself Beelzebub.

“What is going on? What has The Beast done?” – “It… has died…” – “But… shouldn’t the obelisk have crumbled?” – “No… the last Beast was sealed, its energy seeping back into the crystal from whence it came. Most of it anyway, all that is left is a hibernating shell. The minute it is freed, the soul within it will be unleashed and the beast will awaken. But this, Mandark has been… slain.” – “Slain…? You mean…” Beelzebub’s blue eyes blink as his black face grins.

“Someone on Earth made the terrible mistake of killing Quetzalcoatl. Now its black energies will seep into the nearby areas and poison it for thousands of years. Its corpse on that mountain will spread plague along the winds. The city they tried to save will become a wasteland. Water will grow fetid, and earth will become untamed.” Beelzebub begins to chuckle, before breaking out in laughter. “What’s so funny?” – “THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, AH-HAHAHA!” He blurts out, laughing almost childishly! Blossom looks back over to the Obelisk. The same seems to be true for this world, the green grass near the stone tower begins to wither and turn brown.

Through his attempts to sound like Dexter, his inhuman tendencies slip off his tongue, coming off as far more sinister. “In an attempt to defy fate, they made things far worse than they could imagine!” – “But the city is saved, the people are alive!” – “Oh, sure, the buildings are still standing and the people are still breathing, but soon that place will become too toxic to even be near, and the near billion people left in the entire subcontinent will need to relocate. How many do you think will die in this transit, hmm?” – “What…?” – “What, did you think that people just teleport across the globe like some heroes do? No, they use roads, paths, trails in the forest to move along. With so many moving at the same time, and without anyone being able to supply them with food and water, many more are going to die than if they simply Sealed Quetzalcoatl.”

Blossom blinks once. “That’s horrible…” – “Trust me, Blossom. The horror hasn’t even begun. Though this may provide me with much needed entertainment, it will do little to speed up or slow down the inevitable. For now, I will create the next statue.” – “Who will be the next one…?” She asks, causing Beelzebub to raise an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I would dignify your pointless questions with an answer?” – “…” Blossom says nothing, causing Beelzebub to laugh out loud.

“Pathetic girl, it could be you for all you know. You’re all in MY realm now. Enjoy it while it lasts.” He walks off. Blossom looks at him as his black boots crunch along the now drying grass of this once brilliant meadow. His brownish red hair, now perfectly alike Dexter’s hair sways in the breeze, unbecoming a man so vile and evil.

As Blossom sighs, her shattered Chronometal still attached to her body, she notices a small shape in the clouds above, just above the now spinning red Obelisk.

“Is… that some kind of… floating white gate?”


“With Bell and Mandark out of the way… the next person on my path of revenge… is Dexter’s sister.” He hisses, looking across the horizon, seemingly able to see a solitary woman at the edge of this place. Beelzebub is patient, however. He does not run nor fly, but instead relishes the horrified expressions that he garners simply by coming within sight of his terrified subjects. Some skitter out of the way, others cover their eyes, others still stay perfectly motionless, as if that would prevent Beelzebub from paying attention to them.

He stops in mid pace and smiles, the nearby people screaming and running away as he picks up a woman by the hair. “Tell them who they all belong to…” He whispers in her ear, the very words causing tears to rush down her face. “Y-YOU…?!” – “What was that? Was that a question?” – “YOU!!! YOU!!!” – “AND WHO AM I?!” – “BEELZEBUB!” – “GAHAHAHAHA!” He roars as he rips her in half with a blood curdling scream, scarlet liquid spraying around as he throws the body pieces aside.

“And never forget who you all belong to.” He begins to walk off again, the patches of grass he was standing in now only green where he was standing, the rest sunk in thick blood. To be quite honest, he didn’t even know that woman. She was just one of the many masses chosen a long time ago to reside in Heaven… before its ruler suddenly vanished. Now Beelzebub has full control of these people, and to combat the boredom… he makes routine executions. Helps keep the people here sufficiently terrified until he can bend the rest of them to his will.

“I will take full control of heaven, but for that to happen… Barthandelus’ crystal must be engorged. Even now I can see the gates above.” He says to himself, still walking to the woman in the distance. “Broken and empty, as I left it all those years ago, but still not under my command. Soon that place will recognize me as its master, then finally I will dethrone him. I’m sick of his tests, but I’m nearly there… just a few more years…” He cracks his knuckles, finally reaching the woman at the edge of this place. It looks like a steep fall off into a dark pit surrounding this paradise.

“You…” She seethes. She turns around, her white heavenly dress swaying from the sudden motion. He opens his arms. “Sister!” – “DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT, MONSTER! You are NOT Dexter!” – “Harsh, Deedee. All I’m doing is God’s will. Surely you understand.” – “Go to hell.” That insult causes a laugh to explode out of Beelzebub. “HELL! Right, right…” He coughs into his hand to regain composure. He takes a gulp of air and rubs his eye to clear it of the humor borne tears.

“But I wasn’t joking, Deedee. I am doing God’s will. You should accept that.” – “I will never accept that, he would NOT allow the Pearly Gates to fall to the likes of you, and I know that for a fact!” – “Is that right? Jehovah gave humanity a test, and it failed. Mandark and Micheal were getting ready to end all of time as the final nail in the coffin of heaven. Then finally I would be appointed its ruler, ruler over all things. But then Dexter put that final decision on hold. God halted the initial judgment and decided to give humanity another chance, all because of Dexter…” As he says that, he looks at himself.

“I can choose to take many forms, but his likeness I find appropriate, don’t you agree?” – “You son of a…!” – “Temper, Deedee. Cherish these moments, for they will be your last.” Her eyes go wide. “Wait…-“ – “That’s right, I have chosen you to be the third Raging Beast.” – “Grr…!” Deedee growls, knowing she is powerless. Her arms shudder from the force of her clenches fists and her teeth grind against each other. She’s never felt so angry… or so sad in her life, or her afterlife.

“You… bastard…” – “As I was saying: God was going to grant me my destiny, but that was before Dexter finally destroyed The Angel Mandark and Buttercup created one last sliver of eternity. A universe that would grow into three universes, a far cry from the limitless there once was, but that is the price they pay for their arrogance. Briarus and Barthandelus hold onto their convictions, doing their initial duty God gave them to look over the mortal races of Earth.” He smiles and begins to chuckle.

“As am I. My role is no less holy than theirs, I am simply a vessel that enacts his divine will. His “human” experiment has come to a close, and he was displeased with the results. But seeing a pure blooded mortal fight back the end of the Omniverse intrigued him. His initial order to destroy all sin before wiping the slate clean was put on pause and he instead granted Dexter, and the rest of Humanity its freedom… just to see what would happen.” – “Is… that true?” – “It is, Deedee.” He says, seriously. His face, although pitch black, still looks like her brother’s.

“But to what end? If he was truly ready to wipe the slate clean, as I was prepared for along with Mandark… what is he hoping to find?” – “To be quite honest? I’m not even sure ‘He’ knows, which is where I come in.” – “What?” – “Though I was ripped from my destiny as the successor to heaven, I was given a new goal. KILL… THEM… ALL… though to my great surprise, it has been much more difficult than I thought. I began to grow as intrigued to humanity as God himself has. After fighting against Otto, even after destroying all of Time Squad, I found myself unable to fight even a single mortal. I underestimated them at every turn, now I find myself here… biding my time… waiting…” He says looking back at the 7 other obelisks in this land.

“They ‘are’ interesting, but they are not immortal, and I know that as soon as Dexter dies, the rest of the world will follow. I can afford to wait. But until then, I must weaken the gates to heaven. Once the final obelisk crumbles beneath the submission of the last Raging Beast, the clouds will part, and I can claim it as my own finally.” – “But you already destroyed the gates, dragged all those in Heaven down to this plane. Why can’t you take it now?” – “There is the million dollar question. As I said, my role was to take over Heaven, but now it is to exterminate all of what’s left of Humanity. Once I have done that job, and the final Beast lay resting beneath the world, waiting to awaken again, then all I need to do is step into Heaven and activate direct control. I won’t need permission once its power falters and gives itself to me willingly. Heaven will grow dependent on someone sitting on The Throne, and as God waits upon the Akashic Record, I will serve as the only viable candidate.” – “Akashic… Record…?” Beelzebub shrugs.

“You need not worry yourself about that, Deedee. Now, come quietly… or entertainingly.” He breaks into a toothy grin. Deedee gulps, knowing her fate, but still denying it. “God… he wouldn’t possibly allow this… you’re lying…” – “Who can say?” He says, stepping towards her and grabbing her by the arm. “Now. YOU ARE COMING WITH ME.”

Re: The Chronometal Wars

Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:23 am

The Chronometal Wars
The Black War
New Year’s Eve (3)
The Monster is Dead

It’s finally over, for now at least.

Maybe the next Raging Beast will come by the end of the next… wait… Kally checks her wrist, noticing it’s now 12:01. It is next year already. She looks out the window of the cannon. The beast fell upon the mountain, lifeless. They have not heard back from Neil in almost an hour. Everyone is too scared to move. The city seems to have finally calmed down, and the rain continues to fall down. The beast’s smooth, no longer crystalline body seems to sizzle the rain as it hits it to a purple smoke. Its eyes are open, though one is horribly gashed and milky, the eye that Bubbles slashed with her Black Blade.

Buttercup and Bubbles are still poking and prodding the beast to make sure it’s really dead, and if this last hour was any indicator, that seems to be the case. This one was really strong, nearly claiming their lives at multiple levels. But Brick’s quick thinking allowed them to use this Indian Chrono Cannon to finally put this monster to rest… but Neil is still away.

But finally, with a slash and a gasp, a boy is heard emerging from the beast’s head to the surprise of Bubbles, who recognizes him. “Hey, need a hand?” – “Thank you…!” He says thankfully as she pulls him out of the corpse of the monster’s neck with a disgusting schlorp noise. He’s covered in what looks like purple guts and he shivers all over. “God this feel w-weird… like it’s wiggling on me. I need… a sh-shower.” – “Haha, you did good, kid. What’s your name?” – “N-Neil… Nice to meet you…” – “Ah, you’re Neil. Brick told me about you guys. Didn’t think this world still had such capable human heroes left. All of India, perhaps all of the world owes you their thanks.” – “Th-That’s nice… do they owe me a shower too? I feel really gross.” Bubbles chuckles and picks him up. “I’ll bring you to the city.” – “Actually, can you take me to Mumbai? I have friends waiting there at the docks.” – “Sure.” She flies him over the city, sparing a passing glance to a woman below.

It’s Mayor Mandy.

People scramble around her and cheer, those she defended from the scales now hailing her as a hero, both in English and in Hindi. The rain is still pretty strong, but not strong enough to drown out what she’s about to do. She gets back up to the stand and taps the microphone. “Good people of Delhi, and all peoples around the world watching this broadcast. The Second Raging Beast has been not only stopped, but completely killed, as you can see from the mountains behind me, off into the distance.”

The camera pans off and tries to focus on the far away mountain, seeing a large winged serpent collapsed upon it. From so far away, it looks like a snake coiled around a rock. Its size is truly humbling. A purple haze is swirling around it, as if the body is rapidly decomposing.

“So long as I am at the forefront, these Beasts will never win! I ask for your cooperation in the following year to predict the movements of the next monster, and collaboration in ending it, as we ended this one, today!” Cheering and clapping is heard among the crowd. Mandy truly seems like a hero, and although it was a joint effort, she seems to be taking all the credit.

… Not that The Saints really care about all of this. They’re just doing what’s expected of them. Though, one of their number is starting to lose faith.

But, perhaps that is for another time. For now, fireworks, imported from China to celebrate the New Year, are going off in the city, even through the rain. Casualties were kept to a minimum, and the city still stands, people are viewing this as a huge victory, one to eclipse the Horror that was Houston one year ago.

In the audience, Mandy can feel there is someone in there of some significance, though she does not recognize any of their faces. Among the masses, one man with a black hoodie, a small American flag apparent on the front, and one Blazoned on the back is in the audience. Perhaps the person Mandy can feel. A small grin crosses his face as he looks at the dead serpent in the distance.

“Good job, Saints. One step closer to The Dawn…”


“Uwaaah!” Claire screams, waking up from her fevered sleep, drawing the attention of Olga, who comes in from the other room. “Claire? Are you okay?” – “M… Muh… M-Muh…” Claire cannot form solid words and her hands are trembling. “Claire!” Olga runs in and holds her by the hand, her entire body now shaking. She must have had a horrifying nightmare, one that seems to paralyze her from doing anything but tremble and mumble.

“Shh… shh… It’s okay…” Olga sits on the bed beside her and rubs her head, each touch causing Claire to gulp. It’s almost as if she’s still having the nightmare, her eyes blinking quickly and darting all around. But soon, after a few hiccups, she calms down and closes her eyes, breathing loudly through her nose. “Are you okay…? What happened?” – “I… the… snake…” As she recalls the dream, she shakes her head and starts to tremble again.

“Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to tell me. You’re okay. You’re alright. You’re safe…” Claire nods and looks over to Olga, who is acting like a mother to her. Her white eyes and silvery white hair all making her look eerily like Bell, who passed away long ago. To Olga’s sorrow, she can vaguely recall that she had a part in Bell’s death, and feels very guilty about it, even though she doesn’t remember any specifics. She remembered everything at one point, after Dexter and Mekel helped heal her body and soul, but since then, she’s forgotten more and more, and become more in tune with some strange spiritual energy. But now, she’s found a satisfying balance as someone whose going through their own pain, and helping someone even less fortunate through theirs.

Olga has grown to love Claire as a daughter, and appreciate Bubbles’ and Brick’s help on that front. Though they have been gone for a few weeks and Olga has been taking care of Olga by herself. Olga is an adult, like most of her friends now are, though it seems like just yesterday they were all kids. Now Dexter has children, and Olga has Claire. Claire is in pain and is admittedly a rather troubled child, but Olga has formed a connection with her. They both seem to be able to communicate empathetically or perhaps telepathically using some method neither of them understand yet.

As she finally, truly calms down, Claire begins to feel tired again. It’s about 1:00 in the morning here in Megaville, the New Years’ fireworks are being rather quiet right now. Or perhaps they’ve never gone off. It doesn’t matter to them. Claire rubs her eyes childishly and looks back at Olga.

~You’re okay, I’m here.~
~Thank you…~

They say with no words. Claire yawns and climbs back under her blanket. She knows tomorrow is special, though she doesn’t know why. Olga has something planned for her. A small paper is in her pocket, a kind of writ of acceptance.

Claire is going to school tomorrow! Olga even prepared everything for her. Claire is very curious and wants to know more about the world outside of the walls she has known her whole life, so now that she is (relatively) calm, Olga is setting her up in a special program which helps older children who’ve been abandoned by the system quickly catch back up before being placed in a higher grade more suitable to their age. She hopes that in only a few months, she will see Claire happy in Megaville High.

She kisses Claire on the forehead before leaving the room. She doesn’t sleep much anymore. Olga, to her own surprise, seems to have almost inhuman stamina. She hasn’t slept in almost a week and is not tired now, and when she does sleep, it’s not for very long. She’s taken up a few hobbies, such as sculpting, which she isn’t that good at, drawing, a small amount of poetry which she also doesn’t seem to have a knack for, and she’s recently picked up Martial Arts, which she surprised herself at how good she “is” at that.

Using Bubbles’ support (and money) she’s built a kind of training studio in this Mansion’s basement, where she trains alone, or sometimes with other people from her public class. She’s no longer introverted and bedridden, and has taken to socialization rather seriously. Claire’s presence has gradually matured Olga into a responsible adult, even if she still carries some dark baggage in the back of her mind.

She still cannot remember much about the Ch***me*** War*. Whenever she tries to remember them, her mind goes fuzzy, like the memories were completely gouged out, leaving spots in her memory where all she can remember are specific moments regarding unspecific people. She almost forgot her brother once, Susan, but through sheer power of will, she forced herself to remember. Since then, she has tried to get the full story of what happened from Bubbles and Brick, who seem very hesitant to tell her anything. All they told her was:

“You don’t want to know. All we do as the days go by is want to forget. We envy you, truly.” – Bubbles
“I’m sorry for what happened. But knowing what happened won’t help. It will only make things… complicated. Please understand.” – Brick

What are they hiding from her? Do they think she can’t handle it? Olga turns her questions and doubts inward, channeling it into martial energy, as she strikes a wooden test target, shattering it instantly!


“Shira Boomer… Shira Bunny…”

Cranston talks to himself, looking at a monitor of Earth. The Raging Beast has fallen, and his presence is more and more forgotten. No one remembers the name DOCTOR X anymore…

Boomer is content to sit at Bunny’s bedside for all eternity until she gets better… but X has grown impatient. He knows that his Bell is on Earth right now, unknowingly going by a faulty name… Claire… where did she even get that name? How dare that Olga Girl fill her mind with lies…?!

“Shira Boomer… Shira Bunny… soon…”

He continues to mumble to himself, completely lost to the inner machinations of his own mind and the drive his work has brought him to. Although he hasn’t done much on Earth yet, his latest projects are still in progress.

Shira Boomer was a success, though his activation was ‘supposed’ to be alongside Shira Bunny’s awakening. But now, she sleeps and he watches. Time is creeping along far too slowly. He knows what caused all of this. Who killed his Bell. Who drove him to this madness…

“Ol… Ga… OL… GA… ASTRONOMONOV!” As he yells out that last name, his mind flashes with visions of Susan “Mandark” Astronomonov, the young man who was like a son to him. The brother of the girl who know presides over Doctor X’s perfect clone of Bell, treating her like her own daughter, infuriating Cranston Utonium to no end! SHE is the reason BELL is dead! Now she takes the role of MOTHER over this CLONE of Bell? HOW DARE SHE!


His inhuman, monstrous claws grind along the metal workbenches as he looks at the monitors he views the world with. The Raging Beast is dead, Olga is training, Bubbles is talking to The Saints…

“The Saints…” He says to himself. “Barrett… leader of The Saints…” He says from memory. “Micheal… leader of The Knights…” He mumbles similarly. “Francis… deserter… all keys to the puzzle that is Chronometals… but now… SHIRA…” He hisses.

“I will finish their faulty work… Shira… the next step in Spiritual Augmentation, of recreating soul energy… of transcending one’s natural fate! I’ve done it many times already! Boomer was just the most successful one yet… there are still two sleeping… Bunny… and…” He says, trailing off, looking at the back room of this Black Eden.

“Her… if I cannot have my Bell… I can at least have my… my…” He blinks. “MY… BARASIA…!”
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