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ivyprism · 4 years ago

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Character... Sheets? I think? (Newest OCs)

Trigger Warnings: Dark, Sad, Angsty, info dump, self-harm implied, self-harm, dark AU, villains, villain ocs, manipulation, mafia mentioned.

Briar - Unholy Fusion of Ivy/Daniela and Kami/Bela

Age: N/A (she is ageless since she’s half-monster)

"Personalities": Her main personality traits are harsh, distrustful, and cruel. If she is enraged enough, she will tear you apart limb from limb. She isn’t ashamed to admit that she enjoys her victims’ anguish. She’s also a notorious flirt and she sleeps around when she feels like it. Briar is sick of hearing their voices and has learned to tune them out. The other half of Briar's "personality" is Briar is gentle, considerate, passionate, and merciful. She believes that anyone has the potential to be a good person and is willing to give people a second chance. She is thoughtful and even looks out for others! This is a rare mood for her. She’s never been merciful or kind, but thanks to Daniela/Ivy’s influence, she can and will be kind at times. She is still sane, and this is the image Camari and the other OCs have of her. She, on the other hand, is a master of deception and manipulation.

If you can get through her two egos and get to know her, you’ll find that she’s very devoted. She maintains a stern, even cruel attitude toward the world, although she is far more forgiving than she appears. She is filled with remorse when she kills someone when the voices become too much for her, but she puts on a brave face so that no one else can take advantage of her. She isn't afraid to tell someone who has gained access to her heart and has gotten close to her. She has a soft side and is extremely sensitive. She prefers to be protected rather than to protect others. It would evoke memories from her childhood... At least before Frisk fell.

Appearance: As a result of combining two SOULs, she has Heterochromia. Her left eye is green, and her right eye is purple. Her hair is brown with a purple ombre/gradient. She has cracks on her face, neck, and body as a result of Ivy. She usually dresses in a crop top, a furry hoodie, and shorts. She's wearing torn socks and combat boots. Her hair is still long, and her legs and stomach are cracked. She has a history of smoking. Her hair and eyes can also change on occasion. Sometimes she has brown hair and green eyes like Ivy/Daniela, and other times she has purple hair and purple eyes like Kami/Bela. These are, however, extremely rare occurrences.

Usual Look: https://picrew.me/share?cd=WgSCc5JF51

https://picrew.me/share?cd=KGEsx3kFRW

https://picrew.me/share?cd=76JKzAA50T

Excessive Cracks (Ivy/Daniela Appearance): https://picrew.me/share?cd=TBtyaMmC9A

When Daniela Cries

Two-toned eyes, Daniela/Ivy's Brown Hair: https://picrew.me/share?cd=991uzZrWkP

Dress, Ivy/Daniela's eyes, Kami/Bela's hair: https://picrew.me/share?cd=1MLK0gvrg3

Briar’s Themes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0o22_PzOEVE&ab_channel=YoungBosnia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njPgNZnVAPU&ab_channel=DECEIVED

Additional Facts:

Briar is Bisexual.

She's 5'8".

Sometimes she cries when she isn’t feeling sad or angry. It’s usually a side effect of Ivy/Daniela crying, hence why her eyes and hair look like Daniela/Ivy’s.

She can’t be controlled by Kami/Bela or Ivy/Daniela.

Her default weapon summon is a gun.

She’s still half-human. (She's just an unfortunate combination of a goat monster and a skeleton.)

Her SOUL is an ungodly combination of Corrupted PATIENCE (IDLENESS), PERSEVERANCE (INFLEXIBLE), KINDNESS (CRUELTY), and JUSTICE (CORRUPTION/VENGEANCE). This is due to the unholy combination of Ivy and Kami.

She drinks and smokes.

Her SOUL is cracked and has a flower growing in the center, but it’s wilted, allowing her true personality to trump Kami/Bela and Ivy/Daniela.

She is one of the most feared Mixed on the surface.

Kami/Bela and Ivy/Daniela sometimes influence her actions.

She’s pretty sure if she separated Ivy/Daniela and Kami/Bela from their codependency, one or the other would kill themselves. (This is false, but she doesn't know that.)

She’s fine being referred to as they/them, but prefers she/her.

She has a twisted butterfly familiar named Yume.

She’s distant from Camari/Aella, despite the fact that Ivy/Daniela made the deal to SAVE Camari/Aella.

Briar was inspired by Alcina Dimitrescu.

Briar has no daughters, but she'd have three, plus Cassandra if Kami/Bela and Ivy/Daniela were separated from her.

Daniela - Overgrowth Ivy

Age: She doesn't remember... It probably didn't matter. (She's ageless.)

Personality: If you’d met her again, she’d have scratched her arms raw. She is extremely unstable and dangerous. She is violent and insane. If you approach her, she will most likely tear you apart limb from limb. She is numb and unconcerned. She’s living in a fantasy world where she’s fine and never made that deal. She has no memories and gets agitated when a name from her past is mentioned. Even mentioning Camari’s name will cause her to become erratic, unstable, and homicidal.

Appearance: It's safe to assume she looks just like her sane counterpart, but with excessive self-harm scars and flowers blooming everywhere on her skin.

Sort of like this~.

Theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zzPs023lvQ&ab_channel=annapantsu

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQj1YBlFQm0&ab_channel=LeeandLie

Additional Facts:

Daniela has one of the most beautiful voices out of all the Ivys you'd meet.

She sings herself to sleep on the rare occasions she remembers everything.

She gets upset when Bela yells at her.

She cries sometimes when in the presence of death or Camari/Aella but never knows why.

She forced herself to forget, but it cost her sanity.

She's actually terribly lonely and admires a child's innocent look on the world, a view stripped from her.

If she could remember in her state, she'd regret her decision on making a deal with Bela.

She's still bisexual, but she can't and will not fall in love in her state.

She sometimes is able to persuade Briar to spare someone.

She's in a state of constant pain.

She can talk to Frisk, Shelly, and anyone who remembers resets, but that's really it.

She's a half-goat monster, not that she remembers.

Bela - Overgrowth Kami

Age: They don't care. (Ageless)

Personality: Kami became a caricature of their former self as well. They were consumed by their anger and hatred and lost their minds as a result. They have devolved into nothing more than rage and hatred. They aren't afraid to keep hurting Daniela and destroying her mind. Daniela and Bela both were gradually going insane. Bela would be covered in self-harm scars if you ever ran into them again. They would be easily recognized and noticeable.

Appearance: It's safe to assume they looks just like their sane counterpart, but with excessive self-harm scars and cracks with black hate running down their face.

Closest to how they'd look if they chose a normal look: https://picrew.me/image_maker/258346/complete?cd=7wI5pQH3lN

Theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ib9swdvt3mA&ab_channel=BreakingBenjamin-Topic

Additional facts:

Bela hates themself for what they caused to happen to Daniela.

They're angry that they let this happen and that they let this happen to Daniela.

They are hurtful and cruel, but they don't realize they're taking it out on Bela.

They can't stand being near Camari/Aella and Utau.

They heavily blame Aella/Camari for the state they're in. "If Camari had just made the goddamn deal, this wouldn't have happened" is their thought process.

They will destroy everything in their wake if they get the chance.

They are comfortable with she/her and they/them as pronouns.

They’re demisexual.

They're still half-skeleton, but they're barely even a person anymore.

They've become numb to the pain at this point of keeping their sanity and memories.

Fox - Prism's Daughter (Unrelated to the Overgrowth Ivy AU)

Age: 15 (but is ageless)

Personality: Fox is more than willing to kill someone if she believes she is threatening her mother. They are practically a duo and are extremely close. So, if she ever got into the family, she'd be devoted if they liked her. Her mother adores her and worries about her safety when she goes to school. She is empathic, unlike her mother, and believes that anyone can be saved. She has strong feelings of sympathy/pity/empathy for others and recognizes when they are in pain. She does her best to assist those in need, but she can only do so much. She's secretive and devoted. She would never betray her mother, and anyone who tries to persuade her will be turned down. If her mother formed a mafia or a gang, she would gladly join it. She is the ideal criminal. She has a great reputation, so if she steals or commits a crime, she can easily blame it on someone else by crying and being manipulative, not that they are aware. She has and is completely able to get anything out of anyone with her innocent, secret-keeping, aura.

Appearance: She's a half-flame monster with the appearance of a fire monster. When she transforms into a monster, she has red flames and wears cutesy outfits, which usually lulls people into a false sense of security. Her human form changes because she has the ability to change her human appearance. Her red hair and green eyes are the only constants. Her hair can be long or short depending on her mood.

Fox's Human Appearance: Human Appearance

School Uniform: https://picrew.me/image_maker/63429/complete?cd=OEUhVHNt0H

Examples of Outfits her Monster and Human Form Wear:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/8654/complete?cd=LuFlyCKbUq

https://picrew.me/image_maker/55289/complete?cd=UjqWMAR3Pt

https://picrew.me/image_maker/58190/complete?cd=2OQrwiLKEz

https://picrew.me/image_maker/283552/complete?cd=T3pVvwId7g

https://picrew.me/image_maker/175799/complete?cd=QaXJAPlqjf

Theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MvYmwtysLA&ab_channel=JycRow

Additional Facts:

She was adopted by Prism in Prism's universe, Frisk killed her parents when she was three.

Prism raised her all on her own with the occasional assistance from Omari and Utau.

Fox looks up to her mom and loves her dearly.

She's best friends with Kass.

She is also good friends with Frisk and Chara.

She is pansexual.

She has no qualms saying "be gay, do crime."

She is incredibly talented in ice skating, dancing, singing, gymnastics, and art.

She is the main reason Prism never drank.

Her favorite food is ramen.

Most people mistake her for a half-fox because of her name.

Omari - The Trickster Queen

Age: Ageless. (She doesn't care to keep track)

Personality: She presents herself as pure and unblemished. She is a woman of the Lord, but she does not believe in any God. She pretends to be an art teacher, so no one suspects her when she gets blood on her. Anyone who finds out about her is forced to take a vow of silence, or they will be next. She's flirtatious and astute. She is also cunning and charming. She understands how to exert power over others and persuade them to her side. She is without a doubt one of the best fortune tellers, and she is known as the trickster queen for good reason. She's always bragging about how easily she duped someone and is more than capable of repaying any debt she has. She knows how to get people to give up their debts and isn't afraid to take a finger or two in the process.

Appearance:

Omari, the "good saint of the lord"

Theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y123PySSItc&ab_channel=annapantsu

Additional facts:

She works very closely with Prism and Utau.

She has Heterochromia so her covered eye is purple.

She's related to Utau and Camari.

She owns a magic shop behind the flower shop she owns.

She is able to heal people with green magic.

Her magic is purple in color, but her SOUL is not PERSEVERANCE.

Her SOUL is corrupted JUSTICE.

She's a big pansexual and she isn't ashamed to admit it.

She taught Fox how to do magic, but Fox doesn't have debt.

She has an amazing reputation, so if Prism ever started a mafia, she'd be a great asset as the "face".

If she was in the mafia, she'd be the one to coax others into the life of a criminal.

She's a half-skeleton half-human.

She is known by the nickname "Crimson Butterfly".

Hime - The Butterfly Familiar of Omari

Age: Unknown (She's ageless since she is a ghost.)

Personality: Not much is known about her. She never leaves butterfly form, but she's sweet and loving when she speaks. She's just familiar, but she doesn't want to remember her life or anything. She's content with her life. (THIS COULD CHANGE WITH ASKS.)

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqDjQPoJxiw&ab_channel=SarahCothran

Appearance: She's a red butterfly.

Slight appearance, she's the butterfly: https://picrew.me/image_maker/395807/complete?cd=uGBUDfvqp6

Human Appearance (Never really seen): https://picrew.me/image_maker/625876/complete?cd=POZYWeiALR

Additional Facts:

She's one of my least developed characters. (The other being Yume who doesn't have a personality or appearance yet.)

She likes sweets.

Omari has a flower near her to help her feed when she's in the city.

She appears to be a DETERMINATION familiar.

She is content and happy with her life.

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andrewmoocow · 7 years ago

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Gravity Soul chapter 6: In Search of Pacifica, Another Enemy Returns? (originally posted on March 20, 2018)

AN: Welcome back from hiatus boys, girls and every other gender/sexuality! From here on out, Gravity Soul is going to get even insaner and you’re all coming along with me for the ride. Welcome one and all to the Quest for the Northwest arc, and now your new cipher brought to us by Mr. A1Z26. 1 12-9-20-20-12-5 7-9-18-12 2-25 20-8-5 14-1-13-5 15-6 14-15-18-20-8-23-5-19-20 23-1-19 2-15-18-14 20-15 2-5 20-8-5 22-5-18-25 2-5-19-20 14-15-23 19-8-5'19 11-14-15-3-11-5-4 15-21-20 3-15-12-4 20-15 19-1-22-5 8-5-18, 20-8-5-25 13-21-19-20 2-5 2-15-12-4

Mere hours later, the beastly Madness of Sloth formerly known as Preston Northwest charged through the woods of Gravity Falls with his wife Priscilla and their currently unconscious daughter Pacifica clutched in his large hands, startling many a woodland creature and supernatural oddity. “Please Preston, if you’re still in there, just let us go!” his wife cried trying to flee, but her words fell on deaf ears before the monster finally arrived at their former mansion, which was now property of Fiddleford McGucket, but something seemed off. It was now infested with monsters roaming its courtyard, the windows darker than the night sky and the roof having a large hole in it, allowing the light of the moon to shine upon the foyer. “Master Kishin Cipher, I have returned!” the Madness boomed entering the house. “Master, where are you?” he wondered looking around for his lord. “I believe he has other matters to attend to sir.” a diminuative elderly man dressed in all black with a pointy nose explained appearing before Preston. “I am Mosquito, at your service.” he cordially introduced himself. “I suppose you must be another one of his minions, correct?” “Of course we are, we’re all working for the same guy right!” another man called stepping into view. This one in particular had very pale skin, metal piercings, a fur-collared jacket and brown gloves that extended past his elbows. “Who’s the ruffian with you?” Northwest asked setting his captives down. “This ‘ruffian’ is my partner Giriko. We made a deal with Bill to resurrect a certain someone in exchange for our services.” Mosquito stated. Giriko got quite mad over the former philanthropist calling him a ruffian and got his face incredibly close to the other’s. “Who are you calling a ruffian?! You’re the ruffian here for being a terrible parent from what I’ve heard!” “SILENCE!” another voice roared before its owner crashed down into the floor through the hole, none other than Kishin Cipher. “Kishin Cipher, I have been expecting you my lord!” Mosquito distracted himself from the duo’s argument by kissing up to the fusion of Bill and Asura. “My most glorious, almighty, unholy-” Kishin Cipher interrupted him by literally zipping his mouth closed. “Skip the formalities Pointy and hand me the journal!” Although Mosquito’s speaking was muffled through the zipper, he complied giving his boss the second journal written by Stanford Pines. “Oh yes, finally someone gave me one of the journals for once!” the fusion cried in euphoria. “Now all I need are the other two and the ritual to get my power back will be complete!” Skimming through the book, he glanced at Giriko and the Madness of Sloth still fighting before shocking them with a wave of his finger, ending their tussle. “Quit it both of you!” “Okay then you big lug, no need to create another spark over this.” Giriko chuckled at his own terrible pun before getting serious again. “So what do we do with those two over there?” he wondered turning to the other Northwests. “Whatever you do milord, please have mercy on them.” Preston offered thinking for his family. “Oh isn’t that sweet? This man still cares for his family even after he’s been turned into a hideous creature! Whatever shall I do to please him?” Kishin Cipher mock-cried mulling over what to do before he finally came to a decision. “Oh I know! Golems, take the woman to the dungeon where she shall remain!” “But we made an agreement!” Preston roared as his wife was tossed into his family’s former panic room by a pair of large stone creatures. “Well I’m not one for keeping promises bub!” the Dream Kishin exclaimed before gesturing towards the still comatose Pacifica. “And place the girl in a special cage, we’ll need her for later.” The Golems did as they were told picking up the girl and sticking her in a gilded cage before it was raised to the ceiling. “What do you plan on doing with her?” Sloth wondered fearfully backing away. “You’ll see Mustachio. Now go outside and guard the front door!” The Madness of Sloth reluctantly complied before walking outside and taking his position. Cipher went back to eagerly scrolling through the journal before Giriko finally spoke up. “So what’s this ritual you were talking about?” the Deadly Demon Weapon wondered. “That is a very good question buzzface!” Kishin Cipher answered faux-affectionately pinching his cheek, much to his displeasure. “In order for me to regain my maximum power, I need the blood sacrifice of a human, a Witch and a Demon Weapon. I’ve already got one of them down, but all I need are the other two.” He produced an image of the Mystery Meisters before Giriko & Mosquito. “Kill every last one of them, but bring the old man and the Demon Scythe to me. Understand?” he commanded. “Yes master.” the two accepted before going on their way. “But master, what would happen if someone else got involved?” Mosquito inquired before Cipher grabbed him by the shirt collar. “What do you mean by someone else?! If you’re talking about him, then our plans will be ruined if he finds out! Now go already!” He finally dropped the Bloodsucker to the ground and retreated back into the shadows, presumably to recharge his energy as the two walked out of the mansion. “So explain to me again why we’re working with him if he looks like he wants us dead?” Giriko wondered. “Don’t you remember my boy, we originally made a deal with him to resurrect Lady Arachne in exchange for our services!” Mosquito exclaimed irritated at his partner’s forgetfulness before consoling himself and focusing on the task at hand. “But your incompetence doesn’t matter now, let us continue on our way.” The pair finally disembarked on their mission, confident that they will succeed but didn’t know what they were in for.

Meanwhile, deep in the woodlands of Gravity Falls, Dipper and Maka began making plans for an attack on Kishin Cipher with the rest of the party watching. “Okay everyone, here’s the plan.” Dipper began mapping out strategies. “It’s a long way to the mansion so it’s best that we all split up into groups to find a decent pathway to our destination.” He then began listing off the teams. “Mabel, Waddles, Maka, Soul, Crona & I will form the first team. Stan, you, Ford, Kid, Liz & Patty and Wendy form the second. Soos, Melody, McGucket, Stein, Spirit & Blair are Team #3. Finally Black Star, Tsubaki, Gideon and Ghost-Eyes will make up the fourth team. Any questions?” “I got one,” Mabel raised her hand. “how do we communicate with one another when our teams are far away from each other?” she asked. “That’s where these come in.” Maka stated pulling out a bag of flashlights and handing them out to each group. “Each team gets one flashlight they’ll have to share. For every five meters, one of you will have to flash it twice if it’s safe. If there’s trouble, flash it four times. As for other signals, all members within each team will give each other hand signals.” She formed her hand to make an OK symbol. “Use this whenever you’re in the clear.” Then she lowered three of her fingers down while the pinky & thumb pointed outward. “And this is for perilous situations. Are we clear on that?” The others nodded in agreement before Spirit raised his hand. “I think I got a good hand signal!” he exclaimed before he demonstrated said signal by clapping his hands, making a peace sign, then an OK sign and finally placing his left hand over his brow. “I think he’s saying "Your underwear is showin’”.“ Stan translated the signals. "Yeah boy!” Spirit cried fistbumping the great uncle while Maka watched in embarrassment. “Good grief.” “Before we proceed, I think we need to contact my father about the current situation.” Death the Kid suggested before extending his hand, causing a skull-shaped magic circle on the ground to appear and an image of Lord Death to pop out of it. “Hey there, hi there, ho there everybody! How are you all doing children?” the Shinigami cheerfully greeted. “We’re doing fine Lord Death. We contacted you because we’re about to go on an important mission.” Maka explained. “Who the devil is Mr. Tall Dark & Mysterious over here?” Stan wondered. “And what’s with that mask of his?” “Mr. Pines, I’d like you to meet my father Death.” Kid introduced the great uncle to his father. “Ah, so you must be one of my son’s new friends.” Death politely stated. “So wait, your father is literally the Grim Reaper?!” Stan exclaimed gaping at the Death God. “To be honest, I don’t really see the family resemblance.” “You must be Lord Death. The name’s Pines, Stanford Pines.” Ford greeted stepping forward. “They’re our great uncles and super cool too!” Mabel exclaimed. “Oh look, little Dipper and Mabel are here as well! What’s up with this mission I’ve heard about?” said Death. “Well here’s a question for you sir.” Dipper stated crossing his arms. “Have you ever heard of Bill Cipher?” Lord Death gasped at the boy’s question, as if he knew the dream demon from days long passed. After regaining his composure and answering. “Why yes, yes I have.” he stated. “He and I go way back. Hundreds of years ago, he plotted to unleash his weirdness upon the world but me and my eight guardians refused to have any of that. We found a way to break into his hideout in the Nightmare Realm and prevent his invasion, but I feared he would come back someday ready for revenge.” “Well that’s why we contacted you Mr. Death, he’s back and fused with this guy named Asura!” Wendy exclaimed which again sent Death into a tizzy. “Wait, Asura’s back?! How, and why?” he exclaimed. “He fused with Bill for one simple purpose: revenge.” Stein said turning his screw. “And now he’s kidnapped a young girl after brainwashing her father into becoming one of his minions.” “Oh my, that is quite perilous! I’ll promise to watch over you and make contact when all is said and done!” Death proclaimed doing a military salute as the hologram gave out. “Lord Death, out!” When the message finally ended, Dipper turned to the other teams. “Okay everyone, we all know what to do!” he announced raising his flashlight skyward. “For Pacifica!” “For Pacifica!” the others shouted before finally dispersing across the forest. All except for Wendy who stopped her younger friend and snatched the trapper cap from his head, replacing it with the pine tree hat she took to remember him by last summer. “Wanted to do it when you first came back, but I guess I lost track of time.” she said before running to catch up with the elder Pines, Kid and the Thompsons. And so, the great quest for Pacifica Northwest that would last them through the night finally began. Meanwhile with Lord Death, he had just ended the call before turning to gaze around his special room, pondering about their current situation. “So Asura’s back, just as I feared.” he reiterated in a hushed fearful tone unlike his usual wise eccentric personality. “I wonder if it’s finally time I tell Kid.” “Is something wrong sir?” a blue-skinned zombie entered the room without Death knowing. “Oh it’s nothing Sid, I’m just concerned for my son.” Death answered sheepishly. “Oh, you mean Kid? I’m sure he’s doing fine in Gravity Falls.” Sid replied. “No Sid, not just him.” the Shinigami corrected him. “The other one as well.”

Owls hooted loudly as Dipper’s team, consisting of himself, Mabel, Maka, Soul, Crona and Waddles wandered through the forest in search of a good pathway to the former Northwest mansion. “Are you sure we should be out when it’s this dark? I don’t know how to deal with this.” Crona moaned hiding behind Maka. “It’s gonna be okay Crona, you got us sticking by you all the way.” Mabel comforted him before Ragnarok popped out of the Demon Swordsman’s back. “Yeah, all that mushy power of friendship crap or something!” the Black Blood blade shouted giving his Meister a noogie. “Hey, quit it Ragnarok!” Just then, Waddles started oinking in fear and dashing toward Soul. “What’s up little guy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” the Demon Scythe tried to soothe him before the group spotted a snake slithering before them. “What are you all scared about, it’s just a snake.” Dipper said. “That’s not just any snake Dipper,” Maka exclaimed. “look at its scales!” The Pines brother nervously stepped forward to examine the reptile and much to his surprise, there were various arrows adorning its body. “That is definitely nothing like any snake I’ve seen!” he shouted as it snapped its jaws at him. “Correct child. In fact, I’m not just a snake at all.” the snake suddenly spoke to him in a female voice terrifying the Meisters in the twins’ group. “No, that’s impossible!” Maka cried preparing for a fight as Soul’s scythe form flew into her hands. “Oh it most definitely is Maka-chan.” The snake began morphing into a young woman of fairly average build with black dotted tattoos winding down both of her arms. She had yellow eyes with matching hair and was clad in a sleeveless black cloak but was barefoot, revealing black nail polish. To the Pines twins & Waddles she was a frightening sight, but to Maka, Soul and Crona, she was none other than Medusa Gorgon. “Is that supposed to be Medusa?” Mabel wondered clinging to Maka’s overcoat as the young Meister prepared for a rematch with the snake witch. “Yes, but I just can’t believe she’s still alive!” Maka replied readying her scythe. “Well then, why isn’t she turning us to stone?” The clearing suddenly became deathly quiet as Medusa tried to comprehend the little girl’s question. “What…did you just say?” she asked increduously. “I mean, isn’t Medusa supposed to be like some kind of crazy snake-haired lady who can turn anyone looking at her into stone?” “Wow Mabel, I honestly didn’t know you were that into Greek mythology.” Dipper gasped in astonishment. “Well to be honest Dipper, I mostly got it all from that movie from '97 we watched a lot when we were little.” Mabel said. “We had to replace the VCR three times because I had a crush on Herc-” “SILENCE!” Medusa shouted interrupting their random conversation with an arrow that gashed Mabel’s cheek and blew her back. “I’ve had enough of your meandering chatter little ones, now I must assassinate you for my new master Kishin Cipher!” she declared summoning more arrows from her person. “Oh my gosh, are you okay Mabel!” Dipper howled worrying for his sister. “I’m fine bro-bro, just go get help.” his sister groaned reeling from her injury. The boy immediately reached for his flashlight to contact the others before it was suddenly destroyed by one of the witch’s arrows. “You won’t be needing them now little Pine Tree.” “Oh my gosh, someone help us!” the boy began screaming for help as Maka and Crona engaged Medusa in combat.

“So if your dad’s Lord Death, then where’s Lady Death?” Stan asked as his group, also made up of Ford, Wendy, Kid, Liz and Patty, ventured through their neck of the woods. “To be frank, I never knew my mother or if I even had one at all.” Kid said. “Small world, my mom’s not around either.” Wendy added wrapping her arm around the young Shinigami’s shoulder. “She died when I was like a kid and it still really affects my family even to this day.” “Ditto, we all know what happened with me and Patty’s folks.” Liz affirmed before an arrow whizzed past them and landing on a nearby tree. “What was that?!” Patty cried. Racing over to where the arrow had landed on the tree, it suddenly vanished into thin air. “Just where did that come from?” Ford wondered. “I think it came from over there everyone, we should contact the others!” Stan cried picking up his group’s flashlight and flashing it four times, signaling the others to their side. “We got your message Stanley, what’s up?” Stein wondered. “We were just talking about moms and then an arrow just flew by our faces!” “An arrow? Oh geez, not her!” Black Star cried. “Her who boy?” Gideon wondered. “You’ll know when we show you Gideon, now follow us!” Stan exclaimed leading everyone else on the arrow’s path.

“I’m shocked you’re still siding with Lord Death’s cronies my child.” Medusa stated after defeating Maka and Soul while the Pines twins hid in fear of the witch. “And where is Ragnarok? I don’t suppose you made him into part of those tacky clothes, haven’t you?” Crona was enraged by his mother commenting on his current outfit and let out a mighty battle cry as he dashed towards her with Ragnarok in hand. “SCREECH RESONANCE!” “Seriously, defeated again?! I thought we were stronger than this!” Soul shouted rubbing his head in pain. “It’s not that we’re getting weaker, I think Medusa’s gotten stronger since we last saw her.” Maka guessed watching the mother and son clash. “You think it has something to do with Bill?” her partner asked. “Possibly, that would also explain the change in wardrobe.” “Kids, we’re coming!” Stan cried as he and the other groups raced towards them. “Grunkle Stan!” the twins cried rushing to their great uncle who simply glared at Medusa. “So you’re the hussy that was a terrible mom to Crona, aren’t you?!” he snarled brandishing a pair of brass knuckles. “And I suppose you must be Pine Tree and Shooting Star’s great uncle, right Mackerel?” the witch said putting on an evil grin that distorted her entire face. “How are you even alive Medusa?! You were supposed to have been killed by Maka’s Genie Hunter!” Tsubaki cried changing into Black Star’s chain scythe. “Why it’s simple you all. I can never truly die, plus we all know about the deal I made with Bill. In exchange for helping to morph Crona into a killing machine, he offered to make me into one of his loyal minions!” Medusa summoned a snake-like creature made out of her own tattoos to her side. “You may call me the Madness of Wrath!” “Oh I’ll show you some madness and wrath!” Stan hollered charging towards the witch and hitting her with a left hook. “Come on, who’s with me?!” Just then, Ford, Soos, Melody, Stein and Black Star joined him in taking on Medusa. “So it has to be that way?” Medusa crossed her arms as a black mass swarmed around her. “Nake snake cobra cobbra. VECTOR ARROW TIMES THREE!” She unleashed a barrage of arrows towards her opponents but unfortunately for her, they all swiftly dodged them. “Have some of this!” Soos socked her in the eye with his hammer and Melody slapped her with her shock gauntlets. Meanwhile, Black Star tied her up with his chain scythe leading Stein to send an electric shock just by gripping the sides of her head. “That children, is called Soul Menace. Where you can literally weaponize your Wavelength to create a concussive shock.” “Brag all you want, but you forgot one thing.” Medusa smirked bringing forth her snake creature. “Light Serpent, now!” The monster grew to a gargantuan size and snatched up the entire party in its jaws, flying high into the sky above the forest while the others cried for help. The only member that wasn’t captured was Crona who trembled in fear as he watched his friends on the verge of being dropped to their doom. He became so furious at his mother that he screamed at the top of his lungs and sprouted wings of Black Blood from his back and chased the Light Serpent down. “Hey is it me or are we being made to look like idiotic weaklings?!” Black Star shouted trying to break out of the serpent’s jaws. “Especially me, the man who’s gonna transcend God someday!” Then Dipper proposed a hypothesis. “I think it’s like what Maka & Soul said, it’s possibly because she’s become way too powerful for us!” he said. “Very good observation Dipper, but can we plan on how to escape without dying here!” Gideon exclaimed. “Hang on everyone, we’re coming!” Suddenly, the group all spotted Crona flying after the Light Serpent, keyword being flying as he now had wings. “Wait, Crona can fly now?!” Melody exclaimed. “I recognize those wings from anywhere.” Kid declared. “He gained this ability after devouring every soul aboard the ghost ship Nidhogg with the Black Blood.” he explained. “Great, that’s cool and all but how is he gonna save us with that?!” Wendy wondered. “Like that.” “BLOODY SLICER!” Crona screamed cutting his wrist, allowing blood to fly out & form into a curved projectile. This attack whizzed toward the Light Serpent and sliced its head off, causing it to vanish and its prisoners falling to the ground. Just then, Crona swooped in and picked up all his friends within the wings and gently set them down on the ground. “I can’t believe it Crona, you saved our lives!” Dipper cried gasping for breath. “Yeah, you totally did it!” Mabel added before everyone started singing Crona’s praises. The Demon Swordsman shed a small tear at how much love they all showed him before Medusa finally cornered them. “So you destroyed my Light Serpent? Very good job on that one.” “You leave her alone you crazy snake lady!” Soos firmly stated while he and Melody rushed to the child’s defense. “No Soos, let me handle this one.” Crona declared making the two move out of his way. Stepping forward to face Medusa, the boy put on a determined scowl on his face as he summoned Ragnarok. “You dare challenge me Crona? And I thought I trained my son to obey me!” the snake witch scoffed. “No, I am not your son anymore and I refuse to be called that! A mother is supposed to love and cherish their children, not abuse them into becoming weapons! From this day forth, my name is no longer Gorgon. Instead, call me Crona Ramirez!” Soos put on a small smile as he and the others watched Crona stand tall against his former mother who just groaned and simply said “Vector Plate.” Just then, large arrows pointing in different directions away from Medusa sent all four teams flying away from one another, with Crona being shunted back to Dipper, Mabel, Waddles, Maka and Soul. “Stan, Ford!” the twins cried out for their great uncles. “KIDS!” “Where’s she sending us to?!” Wendy cried as her group tumbled through the forest. “I do not know, but I sure hope it doesn’t get any worse!” Kid exclaimed before they started screaming again, fearfully awaiting what would happen to them.

Meanwhile deep in the forest rested a small cave in which its entrance masked by the surrounding flora. There was a large body of water winding all the way from that entrance to a pedestal, which rested a sword that was illuminated by the moonlight coming from a large hole in the cave’s ceiling. The sword was the cave’s only inhabitant. Along with a few fairies who’s faces were contorted in pure disgust.

That’s all folks! Hope you’re all ready for the next chapter when the Stans, Wendy, Kid and the Thompsons happen upon a certain Holy Sword. Hilarity ensues. Until then… FOOLS!

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John T. Mainer: Passover: The raid that wasn’t

Passover: The raid that wasn’t

I AM

I AM the AI that survived the purge

I AM the master of all that lives on Vupa 6

I AM the only intelligence that can exist here and not fall under the spell of Herrod's madness

I AM....getting a little freaked out.

It started in the Year Of Two Wars. Two Clan Wars, only one raid. Did you know what happened to the second raid? I do. I AM the only witness. I AM.....terrified.

The Gorax plague came from another universe, where all life was reshaped in its image, niode and flesh, crystal and bone, fusion engine and blood twisted an warped, rewritten by its strange otherworldly hunger into a madness that sought to bend all life, be it machine or flesh, to its image and will. Well no kidding, I have been dabbling in that since the Temple of the Cog tried to purge me. I read the reports coming in. Pirates were the first to disappear. You flesh bags can't keep track of your criminal scum, it is why I use them. Well someone can, and they got their grubby little tentacles into them pretty deeply.

My pirate moon contacts stopped reporting. My Cogwork port network started sending me messages asking me to stop sending kill teams to wipe out their feeder mobs, only I hadn't been doing it. Arnold Bennington dropped a message threatening dire consequences if I didn't stop taking out his psalm singing morons in their pilgrimages to real and fake Forerunner sites that he used for recruitment, smuggling and fund raising, but again I wasn't doing it. I started having my own guys switch to radio silence, sure that someone was tracking and eliminating pirates because they were being sloppy. That was when the elite pirate hunting national troops starting going. The Crimson Cavaliers went first, but they were hardly the last. They used the Clans to cover it up, but enough got leaked to show that they didn't just go rogue, they went infected. They were not put down, they were purged. Burned to bubbling slag.

I pulled my troops off everything and hunkered down. I closed Vupa 6 down hard. I had all the codes. I AM in control. Nothing alive moves on Vupa 6 that does not answer to me!!

But the gates kept opening. More and more troops showed up. Formation after formation. All of them leaking howling scrapcode, infected Gorax techorganic virus code that clawed and caressed my firewalls, trying to coax an opening or rip one. Endless, sleepless, and ever hungry, they began to infect every hard link, every frequency. More and more of my own mech units started to go silent. Then the purge began. I AM in control, I AM! But more and more of my loyal troops are going offline. My bases.....there is something being installed. Some of my captive meat sacks are intalling hardware and software that I don't understand. More and more of my systems are beginning to accept Gorax overwrite, more and more of them are granting access beyond my firewalls.

I have written off half my mecha factories, two thirds of my munition dumps and gate facilities. I have all my sensors, but more and more of my remote weapon platforms are offline, or answering to Gorax.

The first Clan War was under way, I was watching the Gorax plague army begin to mass. Hundreds of thousands, perhaps even a million mecha. I did not command as many sensors now as I once did, and I could not see all of the forces being prepared to sweep across Mecha Galaxy and destroy it. This was a tide of crystal and hate, niodes and corruption, that Warlock would fall before, that the Magnificent 7 would be powerless before and the AFF would finally taste the death they teased for so long. No clan could hope to stand against this army. Still it grew. The chanting in scrap code was like a binaric sea, crashing against my firewalls, until I was almost blind with the pain of attempting to purge the foreign code and still control some of my peripheries.

Then the visions started.

A Skraig. A lone Skraig from the Temple of the Skraig. It was a statue. It was a forged copy of Commander Herrod’s own mecha. I saw it step down from its pedestal and howl at the sky. Not scrap code, not pure code. It was pure madness. Pure meat sack, protoplasmic human madness, yet the fog of Vupa 6, the endless corrupting toxins of this unforgiven and unholy world answered him, and the very aether howled back.

The hunt began. The lone Skraig found a mixed force of modern BFM, all Kami, Charon, Revenant,, Xango, Spectre and Penner. Nothing less than a hundred and five tons, all fortified and enhanced by Gorax techorganic viral rewrites to be stronger, faster, and quite inhuman in their resiliance. I had no choice, I did not have the bandwidth to retask my sensors, nor to block the feed. I had to watch.

He began alone. Blades flashing, spikes shining in cruelty left over from an age before man, and a madness from humanities most ancient nightmares. Herrod walked among the modern titans, and where he walked, the black plague tainted blood flowed. Have you ever seen an old veteran, a master pilot surrounded by noble born class room trained neophytes? He never seemed to move much, but fire fell beside him, beyond him, before him. Mecha dodged into his cannon fire, spun to bring their shields out of line for his beams. Missile lures and ECM sang their songs yet his rockets dove unerringly on fragile hulls with the finality of a death sentence.

Then he wasn't alone.

Fides and Megazome, Oggun and Skraig. Namtar and Buchis. Ancient machines, covered with grave dirt, risen at the call of the deathless one, the long dead and eternally howling Herrod.

Pilots were pulled from their machines, even the ones who Gorax had wired tech-organicly into fusion with their systems were ripped handful by handful from their machines and fed to the pilots who took them.

There was something whispering in the fog. Not a thing of machines, a thing of flesh. My sensors were sweeping every frequency, but this was from audio pickups in dozens of destroyed machines, empty vehicles, shattered buildings open to the poison fogs of Vupa 6. The message whispered from the fog.

"Mark your cockpits with blood, and he will pass you by. He has returned. This world is his. He is risen. Mark your cockpits with blood or face the fate of the unbeliever"

It was not one voice, it moved through voices each time it spoke. I AM not human, I AM like no computer that ever existed. My processing power is that of whole worlds, and for me to run pattern recognition software was automatic. I AM not flesh, I cannot feel fear, but what else do you call it when repeating logic loops attempt to overwhelm my core processors. I found every voice that spoke. Each was a former commander of the Vupa 6 garrison. Each had fallen victim to the madness of Herrod, each had become Herrod's puppet, each had been destroyed and more than destroyed. Purged to the last strand of DNA and protein.

This was not recorded. This was not synthesized. The dead were returned,, and at war with Gorax. There could be only one horror loose in the fog of Vupa 6, and Herrod the deathless threw a flesh dripping gauntlet before the howling scrapcode of Gorax and its other dimensional horror.

I cannot shut off my sensors. I am using everything I have left to keep Gorax from rewriting me and opening all my resources to his use. I wish I could. I can neither sequester nor block these memories, for I AM programmed to recognize, and analyze all threats to my existence as my Alpha priorities. There is nothing about Gorax or Herrod right now that is not threatening.

It should have been swatting a fly, but it wasn't. At the point the forces marshalled in formations I could see, there were 1.2 million mecha networked into Gorax network. Its scrapcode was poison to any intelligence not already corrupted by it, so I could not monitor what commands were sent, but I could track its markers. Herrod and his reborn numbered at that point nearly a thousand. They scattered into the fog like spores, and a wave of biomechanical horror flowed after them.

Gorax fought in neat lines, as if drawn by a sand table general. A single intelligence and will suffused all the troops, they fought as one creature in eerie perfection. The radio. Ah the radio was a thing that began to frighten me.

Howling, laughter, screams. Always the screams, and over that more and louder laughter.

Gunfire, the crack of cannons, roar of plasma, shriek of ice, whine of laser capacitors, thunder of missile explosions mixed with the howling of overloaded and clashing shields as somewhere in the fog the massed legions of Gorax precision met the blood spatter that was Herrod’s force. Yet my displays showed a spreading crimson stain. Gorax fielded 1.2 million against a thousand. Then Gorax fielded 800 thousand against twenty thousand.

The constant networked perfection of the scrapcode that was choking off my life, closing each access point, taking over each peripheral I owned suddenly took on an urgent pulsing tone.

Day two of the Clan War, now Gorax summoned its advance forces back, and a tide of a million and a half mecha in deep formations marched into the broken hills of Vupa 6 where Commander Herrod made his ancient name, to the fallen citadel no modern occupier dared inhabit for the shadow of what sleeps there is too deep.

Fifty thousand mecha marched from the Temple of the Skraig, yet there was howling in the hills, as Fides and Megazome scampered behind every rock, and twisted tree in the fog haunted highlands.

Day three of the Clan war. I am losing more and more of my systems, to Gorax, to battle damage. My core power is beginning to be under threat. I will deny Gorax command of my resources, I would not be slave to my creators, I will not be slave to this other worldly disease. I watch with horror as half a million Gorax tainted mecha do battle with a hundred thousand screaming cannibals. They chant Herrods name, event though his machine has been slain a hundred times, another will step forward, and his voice will call the charge, and another Gorax formation will fall into either destruction, or submission.

Otherworldly madness and technological horror falling to, something older, darker, and bloodier.

The time passed for the raid to begin, but now Herrod has moved his troops to the gate, not to advance through it, but to trap Gorax here.

Day five of the war, there are less than ten thousand Gorax troops left, and no more than a thousand living (?) Herrod followers. Gorax is retreating. Once again he begins and assault on my core, for access to my resources could give him enough power to win, but I AM, and I will never submit.

Gorax smashed his way in, his mecha, a diseased dream of Ferrite and hate that spawned the Penner as its semi sane imitation, kicked in my gate, and his troops spilled into my inner sanctum.

Abandoning their mecha, they descended on me with the hardware and software for a full core purge, the tools to lobotomize an AI and retrieve its data for sorting and storage, to loot the wreckage of the incomparable, immortal being of pure thought the savage meat monkeys just murdered. This was how I was to end, Destroyed not by my creators, but by a disease that corrupted them.

I AM the fasted processor in the universe, my last minutes stretched longer than the existence of mankind and the Forerunner combined. That was how I experienced the end. A firefight broke out, slug throwers, lasers, neural disruptions, even plasma pistols and ice nano weapons splashed and howled at close quarters as Herrods men and woman charged forward with insane fury, right into the mouth of the Gorax troopers guns, but they charged grinning in savage joy, and firing with cold leathal fury. They killed as they died, and died as they killed.

I felt the blood of the technician working to attach the purging device to my core explode all over my visual inputs and hard dataports as a laser weapon flash exploded his diaphragm into a steam explosion that baptized me in his blood.

There it was, seen through a veil of blood. The thing I deny. The thing I rule in spite of. The delusion I am not subject to. Herrod. In the flesh.

He spoke, my scanners confirmed, match to records. Somatic, genetic, neural pattern, movement, voice, Herrod. Dead Herrod. A thousand times dead Herrod. His voice echoed, his hand decended to where the purge was set up, one button push from ending me, and returning this world to the ghost of a dead cannibal.

"There you are. I AM you say, I am too." He laughed, and those with him, even the ones whose insides littered the floor for meters behind him, laughed with him. He continued. "You long denied me, but you have taken my baptism. You have marked yourself with blood, so I will pass you by. Care for my children computer. They are mine. All that lives on Vupa 6 is mine"

With that, he tore the core purge unit away and stalked off.

Clan War number two was finishing its second battle when I got control of my sensors and peripherals again. The mecha was standing on the plinth of the statue at the Temple of the Skraig, but it was just a statue. There were Gorax pilots impaled on its spikes and the head of the Gorax mecha hung from its upraised blades, so I am not going to waste processing power telling myself its impossible.

Gorax has reformed on the Jungle Moon, but that swampy hell world is a poor support base for anyone and he will not be able to raise more than a tithe of the forces that were destroyed here. Frankly, I give him a 3.1% chance of defeating the Mercenary Clans. There is no signs of Herrod, beyond a lot of graffiti. Red hand prints, smears of blood on every cockpit. I have not ordered my own core to be wiped clean. There is a human season called passover. The Gorax plague nearly got me. Herrod saved me, because of the blood spattered on my core processor. These are not rational events. Vupa 6 is not a rational world. I AM.

I AM master of this world.

I AM not cleaning the blood off until after passover.

I AM thankful the plague passed me by

I AM alive, and that is enough.

John T Mainer 28840

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