Chaos Sonic

BGM Sandy Grove...one of the sandiest places you could find here near the edge of Sierra Nevada....least that's how Mark saw it. Nothing but sand and the general market...full of an assortment of different types of individuals from all walks of life...selling insect meat and the like. That part to him still seemed a bit off and slightly strange, but it was life out here in the wastelands, anything went. As for Mark himself, he was assisting a couple of merchants with moving some "junk" from their D-Rig to their stall. The merchants and himself got there about the same time, so he figured he see if they needed any help...though the conversation and attempt to work with them was an awkward experience for both parties to say the least. The stipulation they agreed on was that he could get to pick the pieces he wanted after everything was all said and done, which he was happily agreeable to. Besides, it would help him in the long run of getting things to barter and trade for things, or even fix up his D-Rig some more down the line. Nevertheless, once he finished moving items to the merchant's stall, Mark took this as an opportunity to walk around the general market...hoping to catch any glimpse or inkling of any information on his father...and if that didn't work he'd at least be able to kill some time. Eyes peeled Sheridan...you might be able to find some good supplies to send back home to mom... he thought, surveying the stalls that he could pass by, his eyes examining everything he could see at the present moment. But the young man was lost in thought and his focus with the different stalls, so it would be so simple for him to possibly bump into someone if he wasn't paying enough attention.

"Hey not to worry you guys or nothing...But I'm not gonna be able to breathe outside water in a minute here- no more like right now." "That...might be an issue..." Trevor said, now looking at Aduain who was currently going into a physical shock now that his gills were practically closing up on him. Luckily Fen was there to assist with some icy magic to make sure he could survive. "um, sorry that this is going to be a bit cold but uh well. Yeah. so like, I don't know if you have water magic but I've still got power to spare and all. So like, if you could make fire then I can keep making ice and we can, well, fill that." She pointed to the box. "And put him in there. We can uh, figure out the rest after." "R-Resourceful, Fen..." he said, nodding slightly before sighing. "There is a Water spell that I could use, but unfortunately the Cabanomicon hasn't given me access to it yet." He held up the grimoire with a slight look on his face. "In short, while I do have some magic available to me...it isn't all of it. If I had all, I'd become a full-fledged sorcerer at that point, but alas...I'm not to that level yet." Truly a crying shame, but keep this up and you should make it to Balthazar's level within...perhaps a millennia? Trevor rolled his eyes before immediately taking his index finger and firing off a simple Fire spell to which Fen could melt her ice. "Hilarious...ya damn book..." he muttered, before finally standing up. "At the same time, we don't even know if I was in the Ever for a millennia or not, so perhaps I've already gotten to your little hypothetical level..." Perhaps not...still wet behind the ears, ol' boy. There were some days this book truly got on his last nerve...this was one of those days.

"One who declares their humility so much often turns out to be not that. There are many who would like to eliminate our lord, the Apati family is a cornerstone of this city after all, and we've no reason to think you're not one of them." "and if we were to take you in for questioning no one would know where you had gone. So you'd best tell us where he went and what he wanted with you." "What would I stand to gain in doing that? After all, I just arrived here not too long ago!" Ziun protested, shifting slightly back and...wait...wasn't there a wall there? Within a matter of moments, the solid wall behind him allowed him to just pass on through and he did just that, now landing back in the streets he was in. ...Illusion magic? Hmmm...that would make sense now. After all, the Apati specialize in such magic... While the crowds freaked at seeing Ziun's upper half just practically appear out of nowhere, the young man started to move slightly while seeing the two men running off in the opposite direction. I understand their worry about their lord, but they need to understand that I truly didn't wish for any harm to befall him or myself...so distrusting of commonfolk, it would seem. he thought. "Clear the way, clear the way! Care to explain what you're doing here, and why there's a wall in the middle of the road?" Ziun looked upwards and saw quite the fair maiden in his vision, albeit this red-haired fair maiden was donned in armor so she seemed to know how to take care of herself. The bard shuffled a bit in a manner to get up before dusting himself off. "Alas my dear, I'm afraid I know not myself. One moment I'm out here, the next I'm in what seemed to be an alleyway and then back here. Though if I ventured a guess, it would be that I never truly left where I was...only obscured here." He adjusted his hat before giving a small smile. "As for what I was doing: simply enjoying a beautiful day here...listening to the sounds of the city and drawing inspiration from it."

Drinks For Three “Unless I have misheard you...you have found two such things: the nature of the island’s restoration and the existence and use of the word of power, t͠at҉ib͠us̨, and I see the worries on both of your faces already, so I shall get right to the point: These questions you are asking are actually about the same thing. This island is in ruins. I don’t know how you observed the specific extent of the ruin, but you have. And yet, here we all are, still desperately trying to live in the face of not one, but two apocalypses. t͠at҉ib͠us̨ is our solution to that problem -- and yes, I said ‘our,’ we all know it. It is a word to weather the storm, to have hope for the future, no matter how terrible the present circumstances may be. When combined with the ceremony I mentioned before, that is what allows us to rebuild our island- to rebuild Andalou." Kitt wasn't enjoying this explanation, or at least this part of the explanation of what was and is happening on Andalou. The Word of Power was their solution to the problem? It honestly seemed like it was for Flynt when he was using the Law of Cycles...it was his solution...but like it was with that...was it THE solution that was needed? "Joy. I'm going to need a lot more from you. We can either talk over drinks or continue forthwith. But I'm not nearly satisfied with what you've told me." Joy nodded. "Of course we can get drinks," she said, and walked over to the cups to procure them, leaving Olive and Kitt alone for a brief moment. The Forge Dog was silent, his mind and thoughts racing as he too tried his best to calm down...though it wasn't currently helping in the slightest. In his mind, he had so many questions but they seemed as if they all rambled and generally all stemmed from the same solitary question: Why? Of course, it was a good question to be had here. The talk about two apocalypses that this island and it's people face...this Word of Power being a solution to them...and they believed it would rebuild their island? "...none of this makes any sense..." Kitt muttered, before seeing Joy return. When she returned, she handed each watchdog a cup and said, "Again, I want to stress, that all of this is something you would have found out. Nothing has been hidden from you. But I will explain anyway, of course. The cost is twofold. The first is time. This party, or, more specifically, the ceremony, must be held every night, even after Andalou's restoration is complete. That, incidentally, is why I have not been traveling all around Naviim as you have; my duty is here for a good long while yet. The second cost, and I confess that this is the one I imagine you will take issue with, is material. The ceremony is a sacrifice, not to any particular god, but to the island itself- of the island itself. Piece by piece, we cast these things into the fire, and thus, then, we are rewarded." Kitt took the cup and immediately soaked in this information like a sponge, but he spoke up first. "So you party every night in hopes that you will have Andalou be restored with this Word of Power? Do you even hear yourself? It's almost absurd..." he shot out quickly. Same time, you were unaware of these Words of Power until Flynt showed you what they were...even then on Galatea, you thought it a simple curse. Then the Dog continued his thoughts. "And a sacrifice? What are you even sacrificing? And not to any god in particular but just the island...that's...that's almost heresy." Kitt stammered out, seeming pretty frazzled about this. "The gods of Naviim put us Watchdogs in place to serve as their hands and feet...an extension of their will. Their will is our will and vice versa...and yet, you seem to be tossing it away as if it were a simple job. This is a duty that we were given...it isn't something you can flippantly turn on and off like a lantern!" He looked at Olivander, more serious than he had ever possibly been in the time that Hinder's Dog had the pleasure of seeing. "You agree, right Olive? This all sounds insane."

"So, when are you gonna let me take those beautiful weapons of yours to the range for myself? It's been, what, ten or so odd years and I can't imagine you've gone through any more than ten thousand rounds. I'd like to show those ladies a good time," Sharp had always been eyeing his weaponry for a while now, Virgil knew this well. She'd ask about five times a day about em sometimes, but the answer was always the same, a big old no. However, this time the young man decided to humor the young lady. "Sorry ma'am...but I reckon that won't be happening..." Virgil gave a bit of a smirk, wagging his finger slightly. He the proceeded to pat one of the two pistols he carried on his hip. "These lovely ladies are a one man kind of gun...but, I reckon, if the situation absolutely called fer it...then maybe I'd consider." He had to play ball a little bit...besides, that would probably shake things up a bit...maybe. "As I'm sure you're all aware, S.Y.S. has been losing countless amounts of Lost Souls to Hell these days, and our number of Class 2 Soulders hasn't been this low since the foundation. Class 1 Soulders. They're mainly pencil pushers, but they can handle Lost Souls well enough to escort them to the afterlife. Class 2 Soulders are the ones capable of recruiting stronger lost souls to S.Y.S.. This has been your main goal since you were contracted. Class 3 Soulders are used to fight off Hell itself." This type of speech was something Virgil knew about all too well. It was something that St. Peter told him in these meetings quite a few times, well...the parts regarding what Class of Soulders did what. The low amount of Class 2s was something completely new to him. "You Class 2's haven't been pulling your weight, and I'm getting pressure from the higher ups to run you ragged. But I don't want to do that. I know you all work hard in your own ways, but S.Y.S. needs to step it up. From here on out, Class 2 Soulders shall be assigned a team of 5, and are to meet a quota of recruiting 1 Lost Soul per week. Now, before I have to do it myself, I suggest you find some people you like and make a team yourself. After reporting to me, I'll assign you your first mission by the end of the day. DISMISSED!" "Thankin' ya kindly on not runnin' us ragged there. Truly are a saint." Virgil nodded, before sighing heavily. "Still, if this was somethin' ya were wanting to bring to us at a bit of a faster time frame, I reckon ya should've brought this up to us earlier. But I s'pose ya had yer reasons for that. But then again...at the same time, iffin' ya were wanting a team fer this..." The gunslinger paused before counting the heads of each person here...and lo and behold that total brought up to... "We got five here...instead of lollygaggin' around with us tryin' to find a team of five, just have us here be the team of five and cut yer losses." He leaned back in his chair and shrugged slightly. "Just thinkin' it could be a lot easier that way. But I'm just speakin' out loud and most likely out of turn and order, but I'm just bein' honest."

"That may be true but we all still need to learn. It's hard enough from wanting to keep myself to dupe Sai into 32 duels into the late of the night and early morning. All for the purpose of learning, of course, but from what I understand with his attitude he could use all the beauty rest possible, his personality requires the handicap." "Ouch! Just going to go straight for the kill on that, huh Falisha?" Daichi smirked with a bit of a snicker at her little jab at the other Action Duelist. "Though I must admit I'm a bit shocked to see an Action Duelist that's going completely for substance over style, even in a learning setting. She mentioned this isn't even her deck so the fact she's processing it so well means that it's still one she knows the ins and outs of." He nodded at this, as it was pretty interesting. It wasn't her actual deck and the fact that Adrian was doing this well and able to process and comprehend what this deck could do, it showed she was a veteran at the game in general. Knowing the ins and outs of one's deck was key...but at this point, she was knowing the ins and outs about a deck she never really played before. That there was a feat all it's own. "Familiarity with a deck lets you do that. We can't be so quick on the trigger against all our opponents, with how many different things we can run into... So we need to be able to process information quickly in a different way. When you know what the opponent's deck wants to do so intimately, you can make tougher calls easier..." "Excellent point there...assessing what the opponent's deck can do and their general playstyle and goal during or even before a Duel can definitely help in the long run." he chimed in, though he was thinking that this would've been a lesson he could've learned against Hunny and her Ursarctic, but live and learn as they say. Though the Duel ended, with Vega's win, Daichi was pleased to have had this type of lesson being present in this moment...especially with what would come next... "With the fun out of the way, we do have a little to discuss! Team Shining has been around for a while, and doesn't have a terrible record. They just, uh..." "They're well known for being pricks." Team Shining was the next obstacle in their way...and as Adrian said...they were basically pricks. So this would DEFINITELY be a fun time. "Anyway, they do have a bit of a sour reputation. In fact, the action duelist Lance Sheridan is known for being quite rough in action duels to prevent opponents from finding action cards. So then, who will be the best matchup... Daichi. Kendra. Falisha. Are you three up to it this week?" Daichi listened to the Action Duelist part intently, closing his eyes slightly. Lance Sheridan...an individual who would be rough on other Action Duelists in order to prevent them from finding and obtaining Action Cards. This would be a stark contrast to his Duel against Hunny, furthermore it would be the first Duel since his defeat by her hands. But he had new additions to his performance this time, so perhaps this wouldn't be a bad time to make his return. After a moment or two, he opened his eyes before looking in Vega's direction, his smile appearing on his face. "Coach, count me in. I'm not going to fail this time, not when I got a few new tricks up my sleeve...along with reading up on as many Action Fields as I can." He immediately gave a thumbs up before nodding. "Count the Moonlit Magician as ready and raring to go!" Of course the meeting ended and like last time, Vega insisted and implored them to spend time with their fellow teammates. And of course, Daichi was thinking this already being something he should do. But this time, who would he end up seeing would hang out with him? Falisha was his hang out partner last time, even though with that it was generally when they already were at the match...but it still was something. No, this time he figured he'd work with someone else this time...but who to work with? Sai was definitely the lowest on the roster for him...it was clear Daichi wasn't 100% sure how to get the two of them to see eye-to-eye with one another...that would take some time. However, he did come to think of one person... "Hey Kendra!" Daichi called to the vice-captain, making his way towards her. "If your free sometime this week, maybe we can hang out. Anything you want, I'll see what I can do to accommodate for it. Sound like a plan?"

V.S. “Go on and analyze me all you want, O’Hara. But I’ve been studying you all since day one of class. I know your moves, your weaknesses, hell I can even replicate the way you breathe. Now let’s see what you haven’t shown me.” That was going to make things difficult, least from Benjamin's point of view. How would he be able to combat someone with that much of a photographic memory to the point that he could replicate his breathing patterns? A slight exhale escaped his lips, staring down his opponent only to slowly relax his shoulders. He eyed his surroundings of this little battlefield, realizing what he could do. He had a plan now...all he had to do was bring it to fruition. "That's a tall order, [ya know]." Benjamin nodded. Kio didn't move when he threw his spiders at him, so either he was confident in his abilities or wasn't thinking about them...though if he had to wager, it was the former. "But if you insist on me fighting you like you think I should, then fine by me." He gave a whistle, his hands now being covered in webbing as he made a mad dash for the nearest wall, leaping towards it. Once he noticed the webbing was now on his feet, he began to scale the wall and immediately got to the ceiling before making his way to be above Kio for a moment. "By the way, not sure if you intended to let them hit you...but if you can take it, be my guest." Benjamin said slyly, as he gave the mental order: "Those who landed on Kio, it's showtime. Bite the hell out of him! The ones who landed around, start work on keeping his movements slowed." Once the order was delivered, Kio would definitely start feeling the various amounts of bites via the spiders. "Oooooh those will probably sting for a while. Nothing some ice won't fix...maybe some lotion." he snickered, now getting behind Kio. Kio watched as the boy placed webbing in his hands, and started crawling all over the walls of the arena. As he made his way to the tippy top, Kio frowned. These walls were really going to be a pain if Kio was unwilling to use his Quirk…but he’d find a way. Suddenly, a bunch of small bites could be felt all over his body. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to be extremely annoying. “So you launched some small spiders onto me? If they aren’t venomous, this will get you nowhere.” Kio started wiping off all the spiders on his skin, swatting and rubbing, as if he was itching various spots across his body. It was embarrassing. When he was finished, Kio stood up straight and looked back at O'Hara. “So now what? Are you just going to stay up there the whole round? Or do you have more surprises up your sleeve.” Kio spread his arms out wide. “I’m not using my Quirk against you Ben!” The sounds of dissatisfaction began to rumble from people watching their fight. Some even boo’d. “This would be a lousy time to use that ‘Blow Up’ I just got, huh?” Kio laughed. "Sir, you asked me to fight you seriously...so naturally, I am!" Benjamin smirked as he too laughed. "Same time, I'm sure you could've used a waaaaaaaay different Quirk than 'Blow Up'. Honestly the kid with that Quirk just had an inflated ego was all...you're ten times better." Now in his hands, was a sling and small balls made of webbing...as now he was slinging web balls right at Kio, each one with more and more spiders. "Another order for you guys, while you keep going with our original plan: if he isn't using the memory slot...at least a couple of you...see if you can see if that'll cause a bit more pain. Hate to do it to him, but if he isn't using his Quirk, we need every advantage we can get." The beginnings of his plan were in effect...and if he was unwilling to use his Quirk, then so be it. He just needed to do his best to outsmart the super computer...wouldn't be too hard if he could just "overload" his perception and focus.

"well, it's frozen. So uh, now what?" "Not quite...look." Trevor huffed, looking at the beast in the frozen cube. At first, nothing happened, but one would notice it starting to shake now and again...but then stop...and then it would repeat this. "Fen, Aduain...you did good...but I'll add the finishing touches to this plan...I'll put as much of my Magic Power into this..." he glanced at his blue gemmed ring and the now open grimoire. "Now or never..." He moved up to the icy prison and with one hand holding the Cabanomicon and the other with the blue ring outstretched towards it, Trevor looked sternly at it. "Offensive Spell...3rd Level...BLIZZAGA!!!" With this declared, he unleashed a powerful blast of ice that began to reinforce the already icy prison that held this strange beast. Trevor was putting his all into this attack, making sure this plan worked and allow their mission to be fulfilled. As he does, the creature began to move more violently. Small cracks started to appear in the cube, but thankfully Trevor's magic covered those cracks, and the cube gained a spherical form due to the added ice. C'mon...C'MON!!! he thought, biting his lip slightly. The creature rested a moment, gave one, two, three shakes....and then stopped moving. A long moment passed and then a portal like from the other day appeared and the creature, ice and all, was pulled inside before it closed up suddenly. Trevor slowly lowered his hand, closing the grimoire before falling back on his rear end and exhaling heavily. "...t-there we go...m-m-mission...accomplished..."

"Do? Nothing at all my good man. I gave you a drink, you drank it, that is all. Now, enough of that, they're so insistent I...ah, alas. Perhaps another day, then, there is always some party to be had in this city. Until next time. try and build up your tolerance in the meantime." It was all a blur after that for Ziun, finding himself standing at the end of the alley...with his "friend" gone. Vanished really...only a stone wall where the man once was. It was puzzling, curious even...but it's not like Ziun could deal with that puzzling and confounding thought for long. As he kept trying to get his composure, now leaning against the stone wall, he was set upon by two men who seemed out of breath. These are most likely who he was referring too... Ziun thought, holding his head slightly. Of course, his thoughts were soon answered by one of these individuals. "Where...did he go? What...did you do, with Lord Apati?" Apati...now where does that name ring a bell...? he thought for a moment, his mind racing as he went through what he could to remember why it sounded familiar. Eventually, it clicked with him and his eyes widened. The Apati ran this city, more accurately, one of the many families that did. One step further, it was something else to realize...that was one of the top 100 ranked Mages in the world. "...surely you must be jesting..." he muttered, in a hushed tone to where only he and the two individuals could hear. "...that was...Zion Apati?!" He should've realized it sooner than he did, after all, the Apati family specialize in Illusion magic, something he too specialized in. But at this point, he was probably leagues behind the head of the Apati family...and especially Zion. Now the comment of having a similar name makes sense... Ziun thought, before looking back at the two. "Unfortunately, I'm afraid I know not where your lord is. Before this moment, I myself knew not that he was who you say he is. I'm but a humble bard and I thought him a humble lover of music, so please understand I meant no ill will against one such as he."

I'm Off My Joy “There is a small ceremony later, but for now, let’s dull those daggers you’ve both had in your eyes. You have questions, and I’ve put them off long enough. Speak!” There was a slew of questions and retorts Kitt had in his mind, so much so that they were simply bubbling and brewing up to the point where he couldn't think straight. Luckily, Hinder's Dog spoke first...least that would assist. "We've come to find the integrity of the temple is not as it seems. Newer structures are either ragged beneath their appearance, or they don't exist at all. Furthermore, it would seem that my comrade has learned that a word of power is being used rather freely and abundantly about the island. So, I guess what I would really like to know is, what role do you play in all of this? And why do the people of this island recite a word of power so nonchalantly?" "Take it a step further..." Kitt finally spoke, his mind being somewhat clear at this point, the various questions finally starting to subside. "Why lie? Before you think me accusatory for this, as my comrade here spoke, the integrity of the temple...as well as the structures here on this island are either simply ragged or they don't exist...a facade." His eyes had a type of fire in them right now, one could even say the fires of a forge's flames. "Hearing and seeing this, it seems as if you or whoever is in charge of the island is trying to hide your mistakes away...hence the word of power." he said, glancing at Olivander. "While I know not the meaning of this word of power, this word of the gods...I can make an assumption that it placates and pacifies one. I saw something along those lines with the dockmaster. He spoke the word and the young man Ricky seemed...relaxed. Originally I thought this was simply a word to initiate a state of relaxation...but perhaps that's too...simple. What we saw, and with I've witnessed on this word of power...it's all too coincidental. The answers we seek, either you have them or you know who does."

Soldier of the Wasteland

This seems like a VERY bad idea... interest noted

From Johto: Elekid From Sinnoh: Riolu From Galar: Toxel

"I know this last match was a bit rough on you, so I asked Adri- you all met her now, yeah- anyway, I asked if... she wouldn't mind giving a bit of an exhibition match? At least, if you guys don't mind staying here a bit longer than normal that is? I, uh..." "You forgot to clear that with them, yes. I'm sure that they're already used to that... aren't you guys?" "...If the others are fine with it, I can push things back a bit and make the time to stick around...Any objections?" "Hmmm I'm going to have to check my schedule real quick..." Daichi hummed, pulling out a piece of paper...did it actually have a schedule or was it blank? Honestly, the only one to know this was the illusionist himself. After staring at it for a long period of time, he started crumpling up the paper in his hands quite a bit. After that was done, he lifted his hands and showed that they were indeed empty...the crumpled paper ball was now gone. "And like that, my schedule has vanished from my mind. Even though it was simply me doing more in-depth research on as many Action fields as possible." he smiled, before giving Vega and Adrian a thumbs up. "In short, I'll be staying around. After all, we don't get to see you in action all that often, coach. I'm sure it'll be quite the spectacle!" Indeed it started off as quite the spectacle from what Daichi could see from his seat. @Ignister was the style of deck Vega was using, as on brand for her...a deck that was capable of not just Link Summoning their Cyberse monsters, but also being fully capable to Fusion, Xyz, Synchro and Ritual Summon. In terms of things, aside from it generally relying on beatdown strategies, @Ignister was quite versatile. Then came Adrian's quick succession of retorts in the manner of her Paleozoic Canadia...just the rapid, seamless responses...it was impressive. “Er… wasn’t this supposed to be a learning experience? Dunno if seeing a blazing fast duel where I can’t even process cards is going to help learn anything…” "Eh? Are we going too fast? Sorry about that. We play with each other a lot, though usually just on a kitchen table. We know how each other's plays in and out, so..." "We can get a bit carried away with it. I'll do my best to slow it down a bit for now." "At the same time, though...we're seeing these two play in rapid succession...in real time." Daichi commented, still watching the Duel continue on. "Whether we can process the cards being used, you can at least see the strong response timing that they have. No second thoughts, no double backs...it was truly seamless...it's actually impressive." Fire Phoenix @Ignister did appear not too long later, to which during the whole thing, dropped Adrian's Life Points to 1400...though what puzzled Daichi was the fact of what the opponent was truly using. Paleozoic...and then Dupe Frog...and then getting Swap Frog? He tried his hardest to figure out what style of deck she was using, but for not, it was eluding him. Same time, all he cared about was the exciting Duel in front of him. He could sense the excitement, the fun, the passion between these two Duelists...this was the type of feeling that he as the audience was feeling. Knowing how one's audience feels...I can better understand and even play on this... he thought, continuing to watch the Duel with bated breath.

Movies and animated series may factor in...also, I'm having Venom sit out on this because in recent times he's become an anti-hero, same with Morbius. Black Cat also is staying out of this, due to her being the Catwoman of the Spider-Man universe so she's wishy washy (my opinion on it anyway). THAT SAID...let's get down to it! Top 3 Favorite #1 - Green Goblin: Lemme clarify...we're talking Norman Osborn, not Harry. Norman's Green Goblin is basically a staple of the Spider-Man series. This is Parker's main villain, his arch-nemesis and the countless times he's been a thorn in Parker's side is too many to count. He legit killed Gwen Stacy (though we all know a bit better on how she died, but he's attributed this), and this is generally one of the reasons he's memorable. Of course, then there's the various portrayals of said Goblin (DaFoe for obvious reasons)...and honestly, the one Goblin in animation that sticks with me for the voice isn't the 90s one, shocking...it's actually from the Spectacular Spider-Man. #2 - Dr. Otto Octavius: This man...THIS MAN...not only is he a genius, not ONLY does he have 4 mechanical limbs...BUT HE SINGLE HANDEDLY SWAPPED BODIES WITH PARKER!!! This man swapped bodies with him and BECAME Parker/Spider-Man and even continued to live Parker's life for him as the Superior Spider-Man. This man was a genius with this point of a power play. It's also good to mention that this guy was the originator and creator of the Sinister Six group as well. #3 - Vulture: Adrian Toomes...okay so a BIG reason he's here in the top three is just because of Michael Keaton's portrayal of him in the MCU in Spider-Man Homecoming. I mean, originally just an old man in a mechanical suit with wings that sometimes has the agenda to want to gain his youth back never worked for me...but Keaton's performance as our bird of prey actually bumped him up into the ranks for me. Bottom 3 Least Uh...I...um sorry, but I don't think I like any of them the least. Like...I don't want this to be a cop out, but it's one of those situations where all of Spider-Man's villains to me are pretty interesting and impressive in design. I can't really choose one to dislike in general...except Stilt Man...FUCK STILT MAN >:( Honorable Mention Miles Warren/The Jackal...I like the clone saga, leave me alone T-T SHOOOOOOOOOOCKER!!!!!!

"EMERGENCY MISSION: DEFEAT KUWAGAMON AND HIS ARMY..... MISSION SUCCESS! CONGRATULATIONS TAMERS! BITS earned: 1000 EXP Earned: 100" Elton sighed out in relief as he descended with the Dash Slider, before having it immediately de-materialize out from under him as his feet hit solid ground. He received the Bits and experience, raising him up to the next level almost immediately. This was definitely a good thing...as was the next thing he received: a DigiCard. Unfortunately for him, it was only a Single-Use one, but nevertheless, he reveled in the fact that this was indeed worth it. Obtained DigiCard - Sting Cannon "Sting Cannon huh? Let's take a look at this..." Elton said, immediately opening his menu up and diving right into his inventory and selection the option for his DigiCards. A Single-Use DigiCard that materializes a missile launcher in the shape of a Flymon's Thorax that would fire off a single, venomous stinger. "Hmmm now that could definitely be useful." he nodded, not really aware of some random guy being right behind him as he viewed his new card. He only found out he was there after hearing his mocking laughter. Turning around, Elton stared at the glasses wearing young man who's username read "CardCaptor", even flashing his own drop for the Digimon mission. "Aha! Just a rare drop! That's a pity! Better luck next time." Elton stared at the young man before simply nodding. "Good for you. You must be fun at parties with your mocking nature." he smirked, before turning back towards Berg, to which the duo simply bumped fists with one another. "Unfortunately it's a Single-Use one for you, Berg. So we'll need to work with it and figure out a good time to use it before it gets wasted." "Knowing you, we'll be able to use it properly at the best moment possible." Berg gave his partner a thumbs up, as he looked over his shoulder to glance at CardCaptor. "...so you make a new friend? Or is he an enemy?" "More like a show off..." Elton snickered with a shrug. "Regardless, least that means I got someone else to possibly have a friendly competition with..." Glancing over in the direction of Aoki and Reef, he made his way and held his fist out towards the blue haired man. "Good work out there...ya know, for a Brawler." The Card Master simply made the verbal jab at the young man, but was genuine in what he said. "So, seeing as we're working together at this point, if our previous conversation before the mission was anything to go by...what's our next course of action, Aoki?"

"It was an extermination...From what I can tell, connection to the force is hereditary...At least one of your immediate kin had to have the potential, even if they never learned to unlock it...It's very likely that your home wasn't spared in the purge." Unlike last time...Zane's dream this time, he could remember small things...but this was one phrase that remained with him, though he couldn't make out everything that was said. He didn't know why, nor who's voice it happened to be. There wasn't an entity he could see or make out a figure, nor was there any specifics of the dream. Though he did know he could see bright flashes, quite a few of them in fact. What they were, he knew not, all he knew were these flashes were heavy...and they carried weight...almost like they came from the heat of battle. Zane reached a hand out towards the direction of the flashes of light, but the sounds of only a piercing howl filled the now shadowy void and the rumbles of a cackling laughter that began to pierce his ears, making it almost deafening for him. It woke him up in a sudden manner...well, not the deafening laughter and piercing howls, it was more or less the blaring siren that Zane found was going off while in his room. The wolf let out a loud groan, though it was clearly muffled by the sounds of the siren. Chaos sake...why does this happen when I'm trying to sleep? This is SO not chill!! "Our fuel reserves were much lower than anticipated. Prepare for crash landing on the Mobian Ocean." "Wait...WHAT?!?!" Zane shouted, immediately grabbing a hold of something for the emergency crash landing. "WHAT KIND OF SHIP DOESN'T MAKE SURE THEY DON'T HAVE THE PROPER FUEL?!?!"

Bumping it up...

"Yes, yes, you're right, this is a lively place. I'm glad that you seem to have an eye for these things. Some people worry far too much about the politics and commerce. I suppose it's only fitting as you have a name similar to my own....If you'd like you could take another drink, it's something you wouldn't get just any day after all." Ziun was puzzled by this response from this flamboyant man, but before he could really do anything else...something hit him...HARD. The world around him seemed to twist and turn and his head felt incredibly light. As the background shifted around, oddly, the man himself only grew more sharp and clear. It seemed he, and the flask, were the only things not shifting. ...what...the...h-hell...? It was a strong drink, for sure, but should it have had THIS type of effect on him? Ziun grew a tad bit worried at this. "Ah they already caught up. Why don't we continue this conversation elsewhere, I'm sure I can find you an even livelier venue elsewhere...anywhere but right here would be much better I think." The bard wobbled slightly, his legs doing his best to support him as he felt the man's hand on his shoulder. Ziun glanced over at him, who seeming like he was frowning, and he was still as lost as ever right now. At first, he couldn't form a sentence properly, due to his head spinning and it being light as it was. Once he shook his head slightly, he regained some sort of composure to finally speak. "T-They...? W-W-What...do you mean...they? A-And...what did you...do..." he stuttered out, groaning lightly. "...to me...?"

Looking Glass "That's the opposite of what I was hoping you were going to say. You say you heard the first in a dream. I'm sure I have to, but I believe my mind suppressed it. So much so, that it caused me to black out from pain. When I awoke I was in the care of another watchdog. Joy. I don't supposed you've run into her yet if you've been in the temple all this time. But the second, If it's being spoken so casually, especially without those people using it knowing its power, then there's no telling what effects it could be having on the island. That being said, it leads me to my next point." "Joy? Yeah, she just left before you got here..." Kitt nodded, closing his notebook again. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Olive, what's wr-..." But the Dog of Hinder continued without much as a hesitation. "Captain Helmsley sent someone to give me this with great urgency. Before I left him, he told me something was off about the island. That it was too... new. And he was right. I'll show you what I mean if you'll follow me outside. Take the loupe and peer through it. Examine for yourself the lies that this very island appears to be built upon. Whatever damage is being done by those words needs to be ceased immediately." Taking the loupe that his comrade tossed in his direction as he examined the device first. "Helmsley gave this to you? And lies...? What do you mean?" he asked, seeing Olivander opening the door to the temple. With a sigh, he started walking out the door with loupe in hand before bringing it up to his eye. However...what he saw...he wasn't expecting, in the slightest. Ruins...nothing but ruins... "...what...?" Kitt lowered the loupe, seeing everything normal, before looking through it again and seeing the ruins once more. The temples were the worst for ware on this, as were the old castle ruins even though it seemed like it was unchanged. But the other buildings, the one that looked newer anyway, seemed to be dilapidated or just plain not there. "...what the actual fuck...?"

Seemed like things were going well...until they weren't... From once there was light around the sorcerer, now there was nothing but a heavy shade and darkness around Trevor. Why was this? The answer, he would find, was above as now this massive creature was plummeting down towards him... This left the sorcerer with his mouth agape, just staring at the imminent doom that he was about to deal with. With not another word or moment of feeling awestruck and dumbstruck at watching the falling creature, Trevor grabbed the end of his chain and whipped the Cabanomicon on the other side in order to hook it onto something. Luckily it hit one of the roof's ventilation shafts and immediately wrapped around it. With a couple of tugs, Trevor had the grimoire reel him in at a fast pace as he skidded away and watched the creature plummet. "SERIOUSLY...WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" he groaned, quite surprised and annoyed at this strange creature. Having his grimoire and chain unwrap from the vent shaft, rolled his eyes some, before calling to Aduian. "Aduian! Dowse that thing as much and as quickly as you can! Fen! Get ready to pour as much ice into this!" His blue ring glowed together with his grimoire as he charged his magical energy enough to prepare for a chilly reception to this creature.

Time for Some StraightTalk “Thank you for sharing, Kitt Axton of Taros. I hope we will see more of each other tonight at the party, to which you are, of course, invited. Now, I apologize for running off so soon, but there are other things I must take care of, and if I don’t do them now, I fear the night will catch up on me and the party will be less effective. So, if you will excuse me…” Kitt only nodded, giving Joy a bit of a smile before returning towards Laura... “Oh, was there a change in doctrine? News does not always travel as fast as some might like out here. It’s not as though one of Lar’s watchdogs has shown up to let us know. That would be a reason. But I cannot believe all these waning altars are simply because of some misguided worship. That’s certainly not what happened to Medeis, for example. Medeis, goddess of magic, goddess of the earth… Her altar is barren now because of how much was lost when Naviim was torn apart. She died because of how much of the earth fell into the abyss -- no domain to take charge over, no god. And maybe something similar is happening to Lar. After all, if what I presume was the doctrinal change is correct, wouldn’t that reduce the number of eligible hearths?” "No, not a change in doctrine...more like people found it simpler to do it that way...perhaps it's more out of necessity and...maybe laziness than a change in doctrine." Kitt said in regards to the question about Lar. He kept listening, to Laura's explanation of Medeis, simply nodding at this. A goddess that died due to how Naviim was torn apart...to where the islands were simply in being now. It did make his heart hurt at hearing this...it sounded awful. He simply listened to Laura continue... “Not that I mean to question Lar’s judgment there. He must have had his reasons, and, in any case, I could be wrong. It could simply be belief. To make another example, I do not think many are worshipping springs and lakes in Dia’s name, and so she dwindles as well even if the number of those sites remains more or less the same. What changed is the number of people. Though I will say, my offerings these last few days have had a healthier color to them. It’s not much, but it is something. "That showed heavily on Galatea as well. It took Dia's Watchdog to tell them there was no water and for Hinder's Dog to bring back the pearl that allowed Dia to restore the water to their island." he reminisced on this. "But it is true, it does seem to be that the worshipers are dwindling for an odd reason...but you have done quite a job in making sure that the gods and goddesses are appeased with your offerings." “There are more examples. Dies has seemed exhausted. Codex is all but forgotten. Even Nuumu has started to dwindle a little. I suppose the fear, then, is what will happen to us? Or maybe that won’t matter. After all, t͠at҉ib͠us̨, no?” Kitt seemed to be saddened at hearing of Nuumu's influence starting to dwindle...but wait...what did she say at the end? No, Kitt's ears weren't playing a trick...he heard that word again: t͠at҉ib͠us̨. This marked the second time he heard it...and it was just today. "...you said that word at the end...I heard it already once today...what does that me-..." However, before he could finish his thought, who should walk in but... "Oh, good. You're here. We need to talk. Now." Quickly turning around at hearing this voice, Kitt saw Olivander walk in...with his...rooster in his arms. Strange day indeed. "Y-Yeah..." he said, bowing slightly to Laura. "Please excuse me." Turning on his heel, the Forge Watchdog made his way towards Olivander and pulled out his notebook. "I've been meaning to get in touch with you as well...two things..." He spoke in a hushed tone and flipped through the notebook right to the page with the Words of Power were and he pointed at two: Ca͢n̷t҉icųm̕ad ͝ ̷ and t͠at҉ib͠us̨. "I heard this one about the time we came here in my dream...within a whisper. As for the second one...I've heard it twice now here on this island..."

BGM Time moves strangely here...it always has for some, though not for others. But one thing remained true: it truly moved differently than it ever did within the mortal coil. And once again, he found himself staring at the ceiling of his room, watching the ceiling fan spin in it's normal hypnotic manner. Had he even slept a wink the night prior? Or perhaps he was left awake due to the nightmares? Honestly, he couldn't tell you...but he knew he was perfectly fine to go about the day...same as it always was, he supposed. Sitting up from his lounged position, he looked out his window to the sun's emergence blessed him with another day here in S.Y.S. Inc. ...oh wait...it wasn't the morning sunrise...but just the general light of Heaven, though either way...it greeted him the same. Virgil sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck some before getting out of his bed and preparing his wardrobe, tossing his jacket on last. On the nightstand, lay his belt and two holsters with guns in them. His trusty sidearms...the ones with him through thick and thin. Another sigh escaped his lips as the young man grabbed his belt and fastened it around him, his belt and guns now firmly on his person... ...it's too early...but I do need to wake up... he thought, immediately walking out his room. BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! Virgil's guns fired off as he pointed them at two separate targets in the shooting range. Each one: around the bull's-eye...and then...with one final pull of the trigger from each pistol, immediately straight in the middle...point blank. He spun them around on his fingers a bit before finally holstering them with a satisfied sigh. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the strong scent of gunpowder and hot brass. The smell usually brought him some calmness in the mornings and on this morning, he'd surely need it. The moment he finished, he heard something over the speakers... "Attention all available S.Y.S. Soulders of Class 2 and higher! Please assemble in the main conference room on floor 99. We will be having a mandatory emergency meeting in the next 30 minutes." "Emergency meeting? Hmm...somethin's got St. Peter all a bother, I reckon..." Virgil pondered, before sighing. He thought about not doing anything at first, but he felt something inside him: the thirst for a challenge. Might this be something to finally shake things up for him and actually give him a challenge? "...best not get my hopes up...but let's see what he says." With that, he made his way from the shooting range and towards the elevator. Of course, Virgil pondered the idea of taking the stairs, but he remembered...it was an emergency meeting in thirty minutes, so naturally...he had to get there as quickly as possibly. Pressing the button to be taken to the 99th floor, Virgil walked into the contraption and was whisked away straight to his destination. The gunslinger strolled right out of it, hands in his pocket as he noticed one other being here when he arrived. "Mornin' Sharp. Reckon you heard the ol' saint's message too?" he flashed a smirk, taking his seat at the end of the table...naturally propping his feet on said table. Some habits were harder to break than others, apparently.

"Yo, Ben! Looks like we'll be duking it out soon, huh? Don't go easy on me, got it? Because I won't come at you with anything other than my best!" Benjamin quickly looked up and saw Kio smiling with a salute, almost as if he was arriving on cue or something. The young man only gave a small smile before nodding. “Of course, Kio. I may not be able to best you and the arsenal you have, but I’m going to give it my all.” he said, moving to look at his right hand, seeing that a few spiders were out and seeming to do something that Kio could possibly see as…flexing. You mean…WE’LL give it our all! This caused him to chuckle lightly, nodding at the mental message from these few spiders. “Right…sorry…we’ll give it our all.” he said, watching the spiders dissipate. Though now this brought him back to the interview he had moments earlier. I know I said I should ask later…but this moment…I need to at least know. Benjamin thought, before sighing. “Kio, I have a question for you.” he began, slowly crossing his arms, exhaling slowly. “You’ve got an amazing memory…so I need to ask…do you…happen to remember a Hero by the name of Eight-Legged Hero: Silky?” "Silky? Didn't she have a big part in stopping the sports festival terror attack some time ago?" Kio nodded. "Of course I remember. I'm kind of forced to." He gripped his chin between his thumb and index finger. "Why do you ask?" A soft sigh escaped his lips, nodding at hearing this. "I asked the right person..." Benjamin said with a slight smile. "I needed to ask because I just mentioned her to those people...since she's my Hero...and they honestly didn't hear about her. It...it honestly killed me..." "Honestly, I can't really blame them. Who has time to remember some hero who died in a fire." Kio shrugged. "That's not the way any hero should go out...and I use the term hero lightly. She hadn't even graduated from U.A. yet." Benjamin's face seemed to go from smiling to one that seemed, both disappointed and even insulted. Part of him wanted to simply lash out at this guy, big time. Just the way that he simply spoke about her like that...his hand started to grip his arm tightly in a gradual process. That's not the way any Hero should go...who has time to remember some Hero who died in a fire... he mulled these words over in his head more and more. He wanted to shout at him, but he was stopped...not by his spiders, but rather himself. Kio was a smart young man, forced to have such an edict memory that also corresponded with his Quirk. If anything he was simply stating facts and information...he seemed to be the guy to do that anyway. A simple sigh escaped his lips once more, possibly letting this go...this time at least. "...regardless if she graduated or not, she did a good job, as far as I'm concerned she is a Hero." he said, looking away for a moment. "Mutant-type quirks don't really catch my eye, and spiders less so...but she could've done great things." Kio looked away as well. "Probably." "Guess that's fair...least Silky did one thing..." he moved himself from the wall, his hands digging into his pockets. "She saved me that day...and gave me and my spiders the drive to be Heroes, even if we aren't as strong as everyone else." "I guess your idolization of her makes sense then." Kio had the tendency to idolize the more powerful heroes...it was like he was drawn to the strong quirks like a magnet. "Well...I'm sure she'd be proud of you today." “I honestly hope she would be…” he sighed again, before shaking his head. “[ANYWAY!] …I need to stop with that and get myself in the game before our match. Gotta think of strategy and how things will play out.” Benjamin gave Kio a two fingered salute before turning around and walking off to get himself prepared...though as he did...he bit his lip. He could feel tears starting to form from hearing those last few words: she'd be proud of you today. Regardless of the outcome of this festival, knowing that at least...knowing she would be proud of him...that was all the validation he needed. ...guess talking to Kio was just what was needed...huh? he asked, seeing a few spiders on his arm bouncing up and down slightly, almost as if to say yes. ...yeah, I figured it was...

Saturday, February 29 "How will we celebrate the day's rising stars? Dinner is my own treat, it's only fair after my loss!" "Hmmm, you treating us? Truly this is unorthodox, my dear theater buff." Daichi snickered. "Then again, perhaps we'll be expecting this every time you lose...cause it may not happen all the time, buuuuuuuuut we may get lucky!" Whatever the case was where they went, Daichi was sure that the team would enjoy themselves. Still, the loss of Sai...in an Action Duel...it still resided heavily in the front of his mind. Just meant the next time he was up at bat, that he had to do more than Sai did...to make sure the audience was captivated and make sure to get them into the experience. And with his two new cards...Daichi had a good feeling about the next time he'd Duel. Today "Ah, nice to meet you! I'm Adrian, Vega's girlfriend. Y'know, she talks about you guys quite a bit." This was truly a surprise, to say the least. Daichi wasn't expecting to see the coach's girlfriend in today, or honestly...at all. Same time, it was good to at least hear that she had been talking about them...hopefully all good things. "Oh, she talks about the rest of the team, too? And I know who you are, I did some cursory research on your old team." "Of course she talks about all of you! This team means a lot to her, y'know? As for knowing me, well... I suppose that was to be expected, even if I haven't been relevant in years. Well, she asked me to come here ahead of her so that I could inform you that she has a surprise... aaand to inform you all that your captain will be absent. She had matters to attend to otherwise. If there's anything you guys normally do to prep, I haven't the foggiest, so would you mind handling that? I'd appreciate it a lot!" "A surprise? Well, knowing the coach, there's no telling what sort of surprise there may be." the Action Duelist chuckled, currently taking a look on his phone. If one was to see what he was staring at...they'd see it being nothing but a catalog of various different Action Fields and the styles of cards he ended up recording. Truly seemed like he was serious about making sure he didn't fall under the same issue he did against Honey. "Annnnnnnyway, that said..." he paused, glancing up from his phone, looking at Adrian. "Since Rosalia is absent, I guess she's already been informed or will be informed of the details of our next match...least it's a fair assessment. As for the prep, honestly, in my humble opinion...we sort of wing it. And by wing it, I mean watch coach doodle quite a bit of her Ignister monsters on the board...which, that said, she's quite the artist there. Then again you probably already knew that..." Daichi paused in his thought processes before looking over at the rest of the team. "I mean, am I wrong?" It honestly seemed like he was writing himself into a corner with his words...truly horrible.