The streets seem about the same as last time another had walked down them. There is one difference however. A yellow faded school bus with a giant skull in the front drives down the road with blue flames out the exhaust pipe. The bus is filled with occupants of all shapes and sizes, many of them wearing black robes. A black paper airplane flies out of the skull bus and onto the ground. Just a blank piece of construction paper.
Upon reaching the gate, you encounter a skeleton in an army uniform and his 3-headed chihuahua. It predictably barks at you 3 times as much as would be considered necessary. The skeleton kicks the kennel before examining you. "...here to check on someone? I don't believe I've ever seen any suits go through these gates before."
The bearded man nods and smiles. "Just a visit to an old acquaintance." The man flashes a business card with "Death's" signature on it, accompanied by a company logo of 3 circles connected by a larger circle. "A man whom repeatedly tossed friends of mine through death's front door." The man again produces an image, this time a mugshot of Chronos.
"Ah, okay then, thought ya were a shrink or something. Y'know, you're the second person to show up to see that guy. Heh, I'm guessin' he's done a lot on both sides." The skeleton chuckles while pressing the button to open the gate. "Welp, I wish ya luck on yer visit! Hopefully he's not too worn out from the 'cube."
Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 19, 2016 0:18:44 GMT -8
After an uneventful escort, you are led to the very secure visitor's room. A buster on the other side of the plexiglass brings out the cube. another layer of locks and chains have been added since last time. It takes a moment for the buster to unlock all of them. The cube almost bumps its way off the table before the buster grabs it again.
After a minute or two, a mass of black slime wearing an orange jumpsuit bursts from the cube and slams into a side wall. The buster stands on guard, watching the inmate carefully as he topples over onto the floor. A second passes and Chronos gets up off the cold hard ground. He takes a moment to study his new visitor.
It takes a moment, but upon seeing the logo on his jacket, a smile appears upon his face.
"▲H, MY DE▲R ΘLD NEMESIS. WH▲T ▲ PLE▲S▲NT SURPRISE TΘ SEE YΘU HERE. I WΘULD H▲VE SHΘWN UP TΘ YΘUR FUNER▲L, BUT IT ▲PPE▲RS YΘU H▲VEN'T PERM▲N▲NTLY DIED YET. 'TIS ▲ SH▲ME, I W▲S RE▲LLY HΘPING TH▲T BL▲STED NULL C▲NCER WΘULD H▲VE GΘTTEN YΘU." Chronos laughs to himself a little.
The man, Michael, or better known as "Mike the Witch of Null", smiled back to the locked up 'acquaintance'. "Yes..." Mike chuckles "but I was able to attend yours." He smirks. "Luckily, I die on my own terms. But I'm sure we both know that." Mike takes a seat in front of the barrier between them. He looks around a bit. "It's amazing the kind of security they have around here. I get to sit across from one of the most allegedly feared beings in the multi-verse and there's nothing he can do..."
He rubs his beard and keeps his pale blue eyes on the goopy demon. "You aren't entirely wrong however... I was, in fact, taken by the cancer in a much more serious condition. But once again the Null disregards its own fate. The original traces of the null is gone now. Ironically, it would be the only thing that would have sprung you from this pit..."
Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 20, 2016 7:15:46 GMT -8
"HΘW FL▲TTERING ΘF YΘU." It is hard to tell if he's being sincere or sarcastic.
"I WΘULDN'T W▲NT ▲NYTHING TΘ DΘ WITH YΘUR NULL BULLSHIT ▲NYW▲YS." Smug as always, he continues on. "YΘU KNΘW, I ▲LMΘST H▲D TΘ F▲CE ΘFF ▲G▲INST ▲NΘTHER NULL USER FRΘM ▲ SCR▲PPED TIMELINE ▲ WHILE B▲CK. WH▲T W▲S THE SHITTY N▲ME HE USED FΘR HIMSELF? NEIL? ▲CTU▲LLY, I'M PRETTY SURE HE'S ΘNLY SUCCEEDED IN ΘNE ▲LTERN▲TE ΘFFSHΘΘT, ΘNE TH▲T ΘBVIΘUSLY DIDN'T M▲KE THE CUT."
A pause in thought. At some point, Chronos remembers something that seems to have brought him great joy. "H▲VE YΘU ▲ND YΘUR B▲ND ΘF CLΘWNS STUMBLED UPΘN MY GLΘRIΘUS PL▲NET YET? THΘUGH IT M▲Y BE BUT ▲ SPECK IN THE NIGHT SKY, I CΘNSIDER IT TΘ BE ▲N ▲CCΘMPLISHMENT. THΘUGH IT SEEMS YΘU'RE LIKELY TΘΘ BUSY WITH YΘUR ΘWN ▲FF▲IRS. IT'S E▲SY TΘ MISS, BUT H▲RD TΘ FΘRGET."
Mike nods and smiles. "I have. It's a nice place. I made sure to plant a fear of the null in its early conception." He traces a finger along his pale blue scarf. "Your 'son' seems to be doing well. Better probably now that you're all locked up. It brings me to wonder... What happened after all? How did you let your plans fail this badly? Don't tell me you grew a heart at the last second?" Mike chuckles.
Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 20, 2016 15:47:04 GMT -8
"▲ LITTLE R▲TIΘNAL FE▲R IS GΘΘD FΘR SURVIV▲L. THE EFFΘRTS YΘU PUT FΘRTH ▲RE... ▲DEQU▲TE." Chronos smirks in unimpressed approval.
Upon the change of subject, his once proud posture sinks to a contemptual grimace. "...I REFUSE TΘ RECΘGNIZE TH▲T UNWΘRTHY P▲NSY ▲S ▲ SON. NΘT ΘNLY DID HE NΘT W▲NT TO FIGHT ME, BUT... H▲VE YΘU TRIED PILΘTING HIS BΘDY BEFΘRE? HE W▲S WE▲KER TH▲N THΘREN! SURE, YΘU C▲N MAKE THE 'HE WAS IN ▲ CΘM▲' EXCUSE, BUT TH▲TS NΘ EXCUSE FΘR N▲RCΘLEPSY ▲ND BEING TΘΘ WEAK TΘ GET ΘUT ΘF BED H▲LF THE TIME." He grumbles on a bit.
"H▲, YΘU C▲LL THE P▲ST BUMPS F▲ILURES? I ▲LWAYS FIND ▲ W▲Y THΘUGH ▲NY SITU▲TIΘN, NΘ M▲TTER HΘW TΘUGH IT GETS. YΘU ΘNLY F▲IL WHEN YΘU GIVE UP. " It's difficult to tell if he actually has an optimistic outlook or if he's just trying to make himself look better. "▲ND ME? GRΘW ▲ HE▲RT? N▲H. I WΘULD H▲VE REMΘVED THE ΘNE IN TH▲T ▲FΘREMENTIΘNED CHUMP'S CHEST IF IT WEREN'T NESSIS▲RY FΘR THE VESSEL'S FUNCTIΘN▲LITY. DΘ YΘU KNΘW HΘW ▲NNΘYING IT W▲S, TΘ H▲VE TO DE▲L WITH TH▲T, ΘN TΘP ΘF THE LΘW ENERGY PRΘBLEMS? ▲ND NΘT ΘNLY TH▲T. SINCE IT W▲S MET▲PHYSIC▲LLY CΘNNECTED TΘ HIM, EVERY SINGLE TIME HIS SPIRIT WAS IN D▲NGER, HIS HE▲RT WΘULD BE▲T EVEN F▲STER! NΘ M▲TTER WHAT I W▲S DΘING! ΘNE TIME I W▲S B▲THING ▲ND H▲LF ▲SLEEP WHEN SUDDENLY THE SQUISH BISCUIT IS R▲CING ▲G▲IN. I'M ▲LMΘST GL▲D HE H▲S TΘ DEAL WITH TH▲T SHIT FOR THE REST ΘF HIS LIFE. I'M DEFINITELY DΘNE WITH TH▲T." It seems he's trying to avoid the subject a bit.
"Tsk tsk..." Mike adjusts his glasses. "Your brute force methods of control are just working against you. You need to make them believe they have choices. You need to make them believe that perhaps you aren't even there at all." The man crosses his legs and rests his hands on his lap, getting a little more comfortable. "Really, the true secret of control is the lie of power. You know that one don't you? Kings and Queens were only in control because the peasants were told they were. They believed they had to obey them because there was no other choice but to believe what they were told... or because of the wealth they had." Mike glances to the guards in the room. "Power is expensive. But the Illusion of Power is very real." Mike pulls a small pale crystal from his pocket. He holds it up at eye level with Chronos. "You met my sister haven't you?" Mike's form changes into the woman version of himself. A woman with long dark brown hair and a set of blue eyes. She holds the crystal in front of her right eye, the color becoming a golden yellow. "Now there's real power. A Killing Machine capable of taking down Horror Terrors by becoming the raw essence of Light..." She giggles. "We've already seen what you can do... I am just curious to see what she can do now..."
Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 20, 2016 23:38:43 GMT -8
Chronos stares at Mike on the other side of the glass, and suddenly everything clicks. He boils over in rage, blank eyes turning pure red. The buster on that side checks a handheld meter that seems to be going up and steps to the side a bit, likely anticipating something. "I SHΘULD H▲VE KNΘWN. YΘU ▲ND TH▲T SUNSPΘT. REL▲TED. THE FUCKING RESEMBL▲NCE W▲S THERE ▲LL ▲LΘNG ▲ND IT'S T▲KEN ME ▲LL THIS TIME TΘ FIGURE IT ΘUT?! I BET YΘU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!?!?! WELL, L▲UGH ▲T THIS DISPL▲Y ΘF TRUE PΘWER, WΘNDER BΘY! ...BWΘU▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲GGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
And with that, Chronos charges a laser of pure rage from his mouth and attempts to blast it at Mike!
...Unfortunately, the plexiglass, being protected by a multitude of charms, easily reflects the rage laser back at him and sends Chronos flying into the back wall, practically a coat of thick black paint at this point. Meanwhile, the plexiglass is completely pristine and undamaged.
The buster runs a few tests before beginning to scrape Chronos off the wall. He sets his device to ice mode and freezes the tar and then smashes it into pieces with a hammer. An echoed scream of agonizing pain can be heard. The buster then takes a blowtorch to the pile of frozen tar shards to melt them and waits. The scene barely phases the buster. He's clearly seen some shit. This is just routine at this point.
Chronos re-emerges from the pile of molten tar, and his jumpsuit is missing. The timespace emblem can be plainly seen. His blank eyes are no longer red, and he seems exhausted. He picks up the phone again. "...YΘU BETTER NΘT TELL ▲NYΘNE ▲BΘUT TH▲T." He props his dripping mass up with a melting arm on the counter. "1 minute warning, wrap it up over there." The buster is recalibrating his device with the time cube.
"Oh don't worry. I don't think anyone will even realize I was here." He seems pleased. Mike switches back to his original state, his eyes changing back to normal. He fixes his glasses and stands up. "That's alright officer, I think that was all." Mike puts the crystal back in his coat pocket and smiles at Chronos. "In every life, as you continue to exist, I will be standing there in your way. You had best remember that... But smile Chronos. I think you've earned a few vacation days."
With that Mike turns from Chronos and heads to the door.
Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 21, 2016 10:49:34 GMT -8
"WELL, SCREW YΘU TΘΘ... MICHE▲L." and collapses back into a puddle. The buster takes the opportunity to vacuum up Chronos while he's unable to take action and deposits him back into the time cube without a struggle.
The other buster on the visitor's side escorts Mike back to the lobby. "heh, never seen him get that mad before. at least he's softened up enough to stay calm for a little while now. That'll make things easy around here, a little."
Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 3, 2016 13:58:37 GMT -8
An indeterminate amount of time afterwards...
A pair of dark robed figures, one a pale human(?) boy, and the other a bipedal tree, walk along the misty docks. Both with blank eyes shining brightly through the fog. They seem to be waiting for something, or someone.
"hey hickory, why don't trαins show up αt the stαtion αnymore?" The elder tree spirit laughs creakily. "There's actually a pretty funny story behind that one. They say an incredibly strong warrior from the land of the living destroyed it." The boy looks a little doubtful, but nonetheless interested. "...reαlly?" "That's what they say. Apparently at one of the stations that's linked between the worlds, deep within a forest. They found it there." the boy nods, he seems to have been studying enough lately and understands. "so, they wαndered into the wrong plαce αnd blew it up?" The tree smiles and shakes it's branched head. "They didn't blow it up, they suplexed it." The boy blinks twice, dumbfounded. "they... suplexed it? like, the wrestling move?" "The very same." The tree nods sagely.
The kid just erupts into laughter. "hαhαhα...so, you're-hαhα-telling me, some meαt-heαd flipped the entire fucking trαin over? hαhαhαhα...." "That's how the story goes. None really know if it truly happened or not, but it's what we've been told to be true."
They continue walking along the dock, waiting for a new arrival, or anything really.