The Orb Of Oblivion

Jogun and yoarhune stare intently at the orb, at least until they hear the sound of the fracturing crystal. Gym simply watches the proceedings. At the end, when the power begins to fade… Prince Lotor of Planet Doom drops to one knee. The power of the Coffins. His cloak rippling down. Lotor raises his head, slowly. Lotor's eyes urgently turn to the dais and the Field Marshal. Concern for their plan clearly intent on his face.

Impassively, even implacably, Zeiram continues to focus its attention on the orb. The sound of something starting to break. That had better be a good crack. The Minions wish they could get that ale. But seeing what happens, they wisely gibber a lil', then hide behind their Master. Even he feels the tremors.. Dark Fay is shivering, at least for a few moments, then sortof tries to lean against and put herself in the man's own aura.

That shouldn't happen, should it? Nicolo doesn't even notice there's a cracking going on, he's too busy getting into a quiet, as quiet as he can manage. They -should- be paying. If she had breath, it would be baited now, as it is the chill silence emanating from the Snow Mother is wrapped in a. She exhales slowly despite herself, the ancient habit reasserting itself. Shadows of doubt cloud everything. Cerise is still unsure about this…. At the crack of the stone before them, Marrok's ears cast back, and his lips wrinkle over his fangs, his eyes.

The sound is familiar — He's kind of good at knowing when things are breaking, considering just how much stuff he. Perhaps watching it explode would be even more delightful than anyone would assume! At any rate, the creature of. Legends Old attempts to channel even more of his energy into the orb— And with the use of the Claviger, it could, just.

Bison's cackles subside as he ceases his channelling of Psycho power, and narrows his eyes. She allows herself a. Her little retinue of Team Rocket grunts maintain. The sudden sound of a crack clearly doesn't escape Elizabeth's notice. However, considering the plan was to plant. A sign that the plan was. Besides, considering all the preparation involved, it's doubtful those responsible would allow the. Deirdre hmms, she remembers mention of the orb's shards being used. Perhaps the shattering is part of this. N wasn't entirely sure what to make of a crack.

It was hard to tell exactly how to respond… so she responded. Watching now, and seeing the intent of the ill will focused, Kagato concentrates further on his own, his eyes sliding.

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He floats there in his spot, remaining still, an aura of cool green beginning to. Eventually he too exhausts his will and power, and he has no choice but to settle upon the ground. Though notably, he's not floating now. It is the sound of the cracking that draws his attention, and his eyes open again, gaze turning to the orb. Continuing to force their vice-ladened projections upon the blacker than black Orb, the short raven-haired female and her. Perhaps they are wondering now if there were a mishaps? Had they done something wrong?

Would there be executions? She begins too gaze around the room with scrutiny. Loros glances over his shoulder at the concerned expressions, the faintly worried murmurings. He takes a breath in, and. Strolling up to the orb, he leans towards it. Raising up the staff, he gives it a bit of a spin before taking a step back. I have -just- the thing for it.

At which point, the end of the staff simply disintegrates, withering and twisting as raw malevolence lashes at it. Shards of pure malevolence. Fragments of distilled evil, hate and greed. Tiny gemstones of purified sin, just waiting to. Elizabeth smirks as the Orb shatters into countless shards. She can feel the darkness being released from each…. Yes, just as planned. If what she's heard about these shards is true, the Multiverse is about to see some of its darkest. Bah, now that wasn't a fun end at all. Marrok lets out a grumble, as he lowers his axe, then.

He still prefers his own kind of evil, buuuuut.. You have explained very little to us in. Is it a focus, a seed, a trinket or simply a broken part of a failed experiment with an artifact? Though then again, he looks angry all the time, but a little angrier than. Sanah allows herself a smile, one quite brighter than the little smirk she'd carried before. She hadn't known of the. This is your ally, ladies and gentlemen and others.

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At least for now, and hopefully for the foreseeable future. Lotor's confidence and… aaah… yes. The plan continues then. A soft chuckle comes from him as he forces himself to. His eyes lock on the Orb and the Field Marshall. Watching what occurs with a. As the Oblivion Orb shatters, he gasps like many others… then laughs darkly.

The Root very pointedly protests Aiden's unconsciousness. It tugs at the creature and tries to wake him up, but as. For the moment, it watches through the veil, the bubbling malicious intent in the. And it considers the benefits that it would have for itself. Greed, of course, being the flavor of the day.

Sabrina looks relieved as Lotor mentions that all was going according to plan. Reflecting on the note she had received, she. Smiling in a pleased manner, both she and her Alakazam relax from their. Sabrina seems quite pleased, not merely because things were going as intended, but also because the. She shifts herself to a half lying. Cerise sighs silently, wondering again if this is a good idea, not out of any kind of altruism, but rather out of. Still, done is done. The Snow Mother sinks a bit, not bothering to force her usual humanoid.

What little other face she. Kagato raises an eyebrow at the breaking of the orb. But interesting at least. But at least the. What was the purpose of that all, if only to. It had already been voiced so he doesn't bother asking himself. He merely waits for whatever is to come now. He notes, however, that not all the people assembled are upset. Bison's smile disappears briefly as the orb shatters, and arches an eyebrow when Loros announces that it was just as.

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One would think it ought to be intact, but if it's. This makes much more sense, what with the different shards of it. One of the Overlord's minions might want to scarper. Just lifts a hand. He knows, he senses, and knows that it would not be unlike mutating, or outright killing the brown minion,. A grunt of approval comes from him otherwise, as the minions chatter and such behind him. Seeds of a sort. To use a metaphor that provides understanding while being, at the same. Loros chuckles softly to himself. Already the manipulators of the bots are corroding and pitting. The Union isn't to know.

So when you do this, you will be doing it under the cover of some. Burn down a town. Lead out an army. Whatever you feel like doing. I'm assured the act will. The containment units will take care of the actual act - you merely have to get. Loros grins, and glances over his shoulder as the first of the metal and clear material tubes is brought up to him, the. He raises it up for all to see. Ears perk, and that toothy grin returns on the face of the grey and brown wolf, with eyes of amber dancing. Lotor's own evil laughter joins in with the others at the penultimate moment of tonight's events.

Shadowbaine's frown dissipates, but he nods his head.

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He'll figure out the details later,. All he needs to know is 'Go here, kill dudes, raise dudes, drop a seed while you're at it. When it seems that things are wildly at odds with the previous intention, Nicolo stares blankly for a long, long moment,. While the explanation he's given might well make sense to pretty much anyone.

N blinks once and nods slightly in acknowledgement of her new orders… that wouldn't be too hard… it was just a. Only then will I put my full. Elizabeth chuckles darkly as she listens to Loros' speach. Oh yes, she already has an 'act of infamy' planned out. Zeiram turns to regard the Field Marshal, the mask's eyes blinking a couple of times before closing serenely.

So, go out to a location, wreak havoc … well, one question does cross its mind. An eerie rumble rises from Zeiram, with two. Sanah looks between her 'minions,' who stare at the contained orbs in reverant awe. The woman herself takes a few. Behind her, the grouping of Rockets do the same. Sitting up again and taking notice as the containment vessels are shown, questions begin to form in the raven-haired psychic.

Chief among these is… ".. Just how does the planting process proceed? You explained it will. But what exactly should we expect..? So that was the intent. Better that small pieces of the orb are in many places than a single, large source in. An act of infamy to 'plant' them? Sabrina's question is one he would ask. But the shard will be embedded within the fabric of the multiverse. But it might encyst itself in deep ocean, or end up as part of some. Loros pulls out a fresh cigarette, and lights the end of it with a snap of his fingers. Tesla Armadia has been here the entire time still, she's just lingering in the background and listening to more of the.

All I need do is. Nethryn Ervale has disconnected. Sabrina nods slowly… offering a very simple "I see. Verily, it shall be done. She had already made plans to perform some acts of villainy recently and this fit perfectly into her plans. Create account or Sign in. The Confederate Meeting - Oblivion Orb. Both designed with psychology in mind as well as function, they are, to say the least, elephantine. Somewhat gothic architecture is used, as well as deeper, darker colors, and decorations, though sparse, are engineered to dominate over even most Transformers.

A few large statues abound, as well as inscriptions of the Confederation's founding 'principles' - leading one to believe, if one were uninitiated, that perhaps the Confederation has more than a superfluous moral foundation. And perhaps some of the more eccentric members of the Council do; nevertheless, this mild gesture likely aids in propaganda for non-military visitors. One of the few spaces that can contain the numbers of Confederate Elites present with little trouble, an amphitheatre of sorts has been set up.

At the focus of all this seating and space is a large raised dias. The dias is covered in markings and carvings of various occult natures, creating a ring of circles and diagrams around a central point. Worked in with them are large machines, spires of pointy technological bits that spark, glow and serve purposes only guessed at by their creators. Smiling faintly, he takes a slow pull on his cigarette, adjusts the tilt of his hat, and exhales a cloud of smoke filled with sparks and shadows.

The cloud briefly forms itself into the suggestion of a fantastical beast before blowing apart in an errant breeze. Deciding it would be easier to fit in with what promises to be a very crowded area if he was in human form, 'Prince' Udolph Marrok wanders in sipping regally from a goblet of… 'wine', yes, let's say wine, and looking entirely bored with himself; after all, at the moment his concerns are not on some strange orb, but on where his next meal is coming from. Truely, he is a canid at heart. Looking over it all, a smirk creeps upon the Dragon Master. Behind him, and beside him, RoBeast Coffins float.

They are perhaps 10 feet tall at the moment, laying on their backs and floating behind the Prince like an entourage. His head is bowed and his helmet glints ominously along its bladed edge. He has taken some pains to decide how he might best serve and assist at this moment. If they require negative feelings, darkness, and malice… the power within threse three Coffins will only augment him.

The Prince of Doom is ready, and has all of those. It seems that my preoccupations have cost me some valuable time…" Comes a soft voice as the shadows leap to life nearby, and the thin, frail figure of Grandmother Bane forms, then slides from the shadows, her white angora with the blue eyes padding behind her as she slides her hands behind her back, and examins the workings a moment. Why would one need to think evilly, when one is simply quite evil? Tesla Armadia just sits off to a corner, doing little as at the moment other than fiddling with some device of her own and what looks like a hand sized oblisk with weird markings of some sort or another on it, which she appears to working to affix to the rest of the handle-like device.

One may wonder how it may related to what's going to go on here, though, if at all. The drop in temperature might clue a few in as to a certain Worgen Death Knight who turned up, but for the slower or non-informed, his form lets it be known instead. Shadowbaine, his huge Runeblade upon his back, arrives, some ground-frost left where his feet have trodden. After all, if it works well, maybe the Scourge can do something similar later… Who knows?

Gym himself stands tall, his Katana on his belt, as always. Merrybell, a young woman he took into his army, stands next to him, in a space-age Jester outfit. On his other side stands Guin Lineford, a former leader on Earth. And behind the three of them are a number of his top pilots.

Lute is, of all things, carrying around a tray of finger food, handing it out, and passing out wine to people. Neclord is also sitting in the back, in the shadows where he can't be seen. It seems a large number of elites have already gathered, and even more are coming. From what she's heard, it's not something that happens often.

She can probably make a guess to their purpose. Elizabeth crosses her arms and patiently waits. The stomping hulk of a double-sized Metagross colored black with the X upon its fearsome visage polished in gold conveys a woman upon its back. When space becomes a premium for such a large Pokemon, she hops down, "Kronos.

Well aware of his rank in comparison to probably everyone else attending, he's been careful about selecting a seat for himself and his three pokemon. He, for his part, has no idea what's going on or why this was even necessary, but surely it'll be more diverting than attending the play he'd had tickets for tonight. That was good money down the drain if not.. Pyre was still awake, and the Infernape was more interesting conversation anyway.

If there's speculation as to what this is all about, it's not done aloud. Malice has not been in the Multiverse for long, but she has been here long enough to gain a degree of understanding regarding the situation she finds herself in. She has allied herself with the Confederacy for the most part due to her 'Unification' being a little over one-thousand miles from the capitol of said faction.

Not entirely aware of what is going on, a young woman with long grey hair that trails beyong her waist, grey eyes, and serious, calm, and yet vaguely appealing facial features, arrives by the simply method of walking. Flying in might cause difficulty from the anti-air defenses. Malice is garbed in a black 'sweater dress', with red leggings, and a hybrid of black slip-ons and combat boots on her feet. Given her 'newness', standing out from the rest — even if she were capable of doing so — seems unwise at best. So she simply stands and watches.

Not only would he be proving his loyalty and thus securing future assistance, but he could learn the 'lay of the land', so to speak. He gravitates toward the area, floating a few inches off the ground as he nears the amiptheatre. He remains quiet, more interested in learning and understanding than in making conversation for the time being. Entering the area is another figure—one who has heard of, and in fact, deeply approves of the notions behind both the orb and the magic and science behind it. Still, he knew quite well of the notion of 'empowerment', having done so to..

And then there's individuals such as the Overlord, who downright embody evil in the purest sense of the world. A preternatural cold mixes with horrific heat that radiates from the massive figure's armor: Accompanying the massive figure wreathed in some kind of supernatural, life-forged metals is a particular evil-looking woman the former Queen of all good creatures and embodiment of Light now turned to dark, floats along his side: Her arms are draped around the man's own at the upper arm: Intense amounts of magic lie beneath the surface, as does their joined malevolence.

The first signs of her presence are simple but strange, small ripples run through the earth as the submerged Goddess Cerise slips quietly to the edge of the amphitheatre. As she emerges silently and enters the gathering, one who knew her might well notice the missing presence of her usual honorguard, then again in such a crowd of striking presences one might well miss her entirely. Cerise finds a place near the edge of the gathering crowd and watches in absolute iceburg like silence, the only movement about her the swirling of her snowy crown.

As much as he preferred to remain independent of the rest of the Confederates so as to not arouse suspicion from the Goody Goodies, attendance was required for everyone, and that appeared to include M. With his cloak wrapped around his form as he floated in the air, his arms crossing his broad chest as he watches the other Confeds come and go, he is surprised he hasn't taken the time to examine some of them.

Elsewhere, there was the familiar, rambling, repetitive and redundant ranting and rambling of Mojo Jojo, who managed to get there just fine. While I, Mojo Jojo, am away from the City of Townsville, the city I intend to rule preceding my take over the world, the other villains of Townsville are busy running amuck in my absence. This doesn't please me, it fills me with annoyance, and furthermore I don't like it.

It is probably Him that is trying to fill the void made by my absence, which is being made by my being here and not in Townsville…" While Mojo understands that this is important, he DOES want to be back in Townsville. Crushing her enemies under her heel, those being anyone that doesn't simply bow to the Supremacy of Doom? Well, she's got THAT in spades, and if she steps on people's heads to do it? The sound carries clearly throughout the open space, clearly augmented by magic. Spinning it once he taps it on the dias, several of the carvings and runes illuminating with sullen red or bruised purple lights.

Behind him hooded figures file out from behind the dias to stand in smaller circles within the larger ones, intoning a low droning chant. And the machinery humms and shudders as more power is fed to it. At the center of all this activity, a large sarcophagus-like metal case is trundled up to the center of the dias by a robotic honor guard, the machines draped in black robes. About the size of a human's head, and utterly black.

It draws the gaze to it, a physical condensation of an entire multiverse, a faint flickering of energy seems to hover about it, a violet so deep as to almost be invisible to the eye. Usually she tries to make herself hidden and sneak in as unseen as possible. But in this case it's merely to observe something that could be very beneficial to the Confederacy. Those Union goons will never know what we are capable of!

As it is finally opened and the Oblivion Orb revealed, Elizabeth smirks, "Impressive… Such an artifact is almost… Frightning. Eyes the color of the moon survey the… thing that has been made of one of the women of doom carefully, before Marrok comments at Lotor, "Ahh, 'Cousin', I at last get to meet your most recent… attachement. His eyes dart to it, and he utters a growl in the gutter of his throat at it's sight; briefly reacting as an animal might to something it feels is a threat. Grandmother Bane felt her very being give a shudder, the shadows around her fluttering as s he adjusts her glasses and examines the orb quietly, drawing one arm up.

Or at least that Loros went to the trouble of kitting out the automatons in robes. Black robes, at that, like their parents didn't love them much and their first choice in music was My Chemical Romance and Marilyn Manson. Bad poetry-writing robots aside, his attention is drawn to the runes, trying to see if he can decipher them, or at least take notes. I would say that the suspense is killing me, but… well… It was beaten to the punch, you might say…" He lets out a little chuckle at his own joke, his attention drawn again to the Orb and anything it might seem to do.

After all, it's looks evil enough… Sanah just stares in quiet awe at the sight of the Orb. She does cast her eyes down a moment, looking to her Pokeballs, likely some internal banter going on between her links, before her eyes upturn once again to take in the Orb. There isn't even any distraction noted by the sheer number and variation of beings around her. Lotor pauses briefly to glance to the beautiful RoBeast at his side, inclining his head just a fraction. Approval of her presence and what she will add to this. But then Lotor's head rises to watch the Ringmaster himself with those golden, feline eyes.

Lotor turns his gaze to what comes… watching in silence and with rising anticipation. The power of the darkness between the stars. Trained by Haggar… yes, this power will serve all too well for this. If only to magnify his own dark intentions. While everyone else is something impressive, there's one in the standard Confederate military gear— modified, mind, to account for a seven foot tall alien physiology, mercifully humanoid —with his rank as Private Second Class. Not an inch of fuzz can be seen on him, except for a long whip-like white tail, with translucent blades on the tip.

He stares at the orb, and has to squint a moment, eyes adjusting to something, whether a change in air or perhaps just the energy of the orb itself. The eyes are hardly visible through a pair of menacing goggles, however.

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It's about all he can do really; what an Oblivion Orb is beyond a black ball of he-wasn't-sure-he-wanted-to-know was probably unimportant. Sometimes it was all about impressing the underlings with unfathomable power, and if that was the goal, so far it's working! And he watches with interest as the orb is revealed. It really is a fascinating-looking thing, and the scientist in him wants to go over there and examine it. His expression is kept carefully impassive, save for the hint of interest in the 'festivities'. The Snow Mother smiles softly despite her thoughts, actually rather concerned as to what might go wrong tampering with such an obviously powerful and dangerous artifact, and as to whether it going right would even be in her best interests in the long term.

But she keep quiet, holding her council for her own ears only, her face only displaying the slightest hint of worry. Cerise is not sure about this…. Now that he sees the Orb, Bison has become very intrigued, his eyebrow arching a moment, before he grins widely as he is wont to do. Garbed, special for today, in her old black and white Team Rocket uniform the raven-haired psychic watches the proceedings with great interest. Regardless, neither of the pair seem to be doing much more than watching at the moment. She nods, it's near time for the tall humanoid to put what she has into it.

She watches Loros, intently however, he seems to want to say something. Tesla Armadia finishes whatever she was doing, and merely rests the device against one shoulder as she looks up at the event starting. All in due time until she needs to pitch in, as it were. Of course, his expression doesn't have so much an 'unreadable' state as mostly his eyes says enough—constantly smoldering with that heat, yet the air around him seems quite chill, here and there. A massive tower of flame in the form of a wickedly flanged two- handed mace comes to rest in front of him, as he rests both clawed hands on the pommel.

A few brown minions along with green, it seems, who had been hiding SOMEHOW don't ask us how, peer out from behind the warlord's legs, momentarily distracted and in awe of the Oblivion Orb. Despite being wrapped, one can hear a faint, if intense inhalation of air.

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Or perhaps simply getting a better sense of this orb itself. The death of GOOD is always something that appeals to her wonderfully darkened heart as she nestles close to her Overlord. It is not her first exposure to the phenomenon, though it was not exactly common back home. The 'Oblivion Orb', is its name apparently. Artificially-grown organic sensors attempt to measure this phenomena, but Malice can ascertain little beyond what is apparent from looking at it.

Its 'depth' in terms of space-time is beyond her ability to gauge. For a being that exists to feed on the power of others, it might seem that this orb is appealing. She does not like it, regardless of what it might be able to grant to one who controls it. That is a pondering for another time. If she cannot measure one, she will measure the other. Focus your attention, your essence upon it. The devices and workings we have so generously prepared to assist you shall do the rest.

The Goddess of Dischord and Chaos enters through some side doors, several daemonic spider-creatures in tow behind her as she herself is pulling on a rope that drags a massive beast in a cage behind her, the creature slamming against the bars of its container, rocking the supports of it as the metal creaks. A creature from my dimension manifest of the darkest desires and intents in the entirety of the world. She then points to the spider monstrosities currently crawling all over the cage, "And those… are creations of my apprentice. They will go about converting the entirety of this creature into energy for your orb.

Together, the pair focused their anger, rage, and fury onto the orb. What he does, is putting part of himself, after nurturing it. If his face weren't wrapped as it is typically wont to be, one might see the Overlord.. No, that would be mundane simplicity, though unfortunately, may be all that others are able to do. Lifts both hands off of his mace, and stretches his hand out. From that outstretched hand comes raw, unadulterated EVIL, through the means of his very own spell that is his presence, his very evil, as if he breathed it, but in this form?

Mere human beings from his world are bent to his will in less than a few seconds when he utilizes this. Let's just say there is an entirely crazy, sustained amount of energy going to it. As appropriate, the red-headed Dark Fay channels her own malice and hate into the blue tendrils of lightning that are feeding the orb. His frame suddenly becomes drenched in shadow, before with a loud roar-like howl it twists and contorts, until lo! There stands eight feet of great grey werewolf. Marrok pauses to stretch his hands, crackl his knuckles, and then summons his claviger axe in hand, pointing the blade at the orb upon the dias, and grinning a maw of pointy teeth at the sphere as his greataxe starts to glow with the aura of the Inviscus, as he seems to start drawing from his own shadow and dark inner being.

One that shows of how much she knows that this will help the Confederacy get the advantage over the Union… Greed. They just appear to bleed a black and white viscous fluid. It spares no mercy to the Vessel, which probably means he'll pass out by the end of this. Meanwhile, Aiden tries not to babble incoherently when psychic shielding is slowly, meticulously peeled off his brain to let the Root use his body for the event. However, she does have a lust for information, for the 'knowledge is power', and prehaps that is enough of a proper type of 'greed' to be of assistance.

Granted, this is also why she brought a little help, having borrowed an amplifying artifact from GEAR's vaults, which she's now holding out on the handle to help amply all these negative emotions people are going to putting forth besides herself. Though she suspects with so many elites projecting their will onto the artifact, she result will likely be a mirky mix of all those present.

Being a psychic, Elizabeth knows a little about projecting will and thought. He clears his thoughts, and concentrates. While he knows that he, himself, will not have much of an effect on it, he wil attempt to influence it in his own way as well. A battle that never ends, combat that never stops.

Technology that permits him to fight in this war at a higher and higher level. He pictures an army of Turn A Gundams, all following his command. At the moment, Lute's thoughts are incredbily simple. Though not as maliciously evil as most of those gathered, Sanah's honorable intent is tainted by the misdeeds she performs that are required for her way of thinking. Her hands fold together in front of her, almost in prayer, as she drifts into a meditative trance.

Several members of Team Rocket gravitate towards her, forming a ring around her and joining the trance. It's the thrill of more battles ahead caused by this Orb that sends a visible crackling of green energy out from them. Several Weirdboys begin floating, channeling the power towards the Orb, even as several of their heads bobble from the sheer overload of it all. No heads exploding yet, thankfully. Cerise's living cloak flares slightly and cascades of dancing snow shiver forth from beneath it to swirl and twitter about her body like a swarm of white flies as she draws her power about herself as a child might draw up a warm blanket.

But it's nothing so pedestrian as cold that she shields herself from, but the thousand doubts and worries that this situation has kindled in her own heart. Her eyes fix on the orb, hate like an inferno flickers in their icy panes, as dozens of snow flakes flicker into being in the line of that gaze drifting up towards the dias a good 5 feet from her body before losing animation and descending to top the tiny resultant snow pile.

So for the moment putting aside thoughts about how much more dangerous this will make the aftermath of the war, Cerise, power drawn about her and focused already in the right direction, opens that power, letting the blizzardgates of the stormy north loose within. She shines, she glows, a living snowblind surrounded by a tornado of ice all held within the pillarlike shape of her aural outer being, the earth about her feet freezes, shatters, as lines of spiritual frost join the crystaline cold of the deep earth about her pooled feet.

The cloak extends, oozes into a thousand tendrils as she lets her usually condensced mass expand to it's towering true form each whipping in the swirls of her frostborn wind and each glowing with the echoes of countless lifesparks. Behind all this towers the hatred of an ageless cycle of genocide and revenge burning in the heart of a dead woman transcendant. He grins as he begins to chuckle, and for a moment his laughter is subdued, but soon he rises in volume as he body suddenly flares up in a purple, flame-like energy, his hands raised from under his cloak and covered in the energy of Psycho Power.

How very simple… There must be some form of downside to this…" He gives a shrug of his shoulders, holding a hand out towards the Orb, the energy flitting between a few distinct feelings. The power of death itself, the sickly taint of disease, the unrelenting power of frost and the corrupted essence of life. Well, his thoughts are in his head, but there's something in that grin of his that's just a little creepier than usual… And the Prince of Doom smiles wider and wider at Loros' explanation. It will be so magnificent… so much possibility… Lotor's powers rise as he begins to do just as decribed.

His memories, his thoughts, his very ideals. And, bearing his teeth, even as the Lord of Doors signals them to begin… Lotor throws his arms wide, letting his cloak flare. The Coffins behind him rise upward onto their sides, and open… and from the darkness within… an unholy power in the form of waves of black and magenta energy flows into Lotor. Linking him and reinforcing him with their power. The effect makes Lotor's eyes burn with power, pitch blade vapor rising up from the sides of his eyes as his mouth becomes a terrible grin… his eyes flaring pure gold.

Lotor's evil laughter rises. Either way, N, following her quick programming and activation, had been sent here directly by the orders of her superiors. To say she had no idea what was going on was an understatement, she wasn't exactly evil herself at this point… She was just following orders, she couldn't care less about anyone or anything else… And that sort of apathy had to be negative in some way, so that was about all she could send towards that orb's direction at this point, it was all she had. It was all she was likely to have for some time yet. They did their jobs, which paid well, and that was all there was to it.

All the terrible things a person could do, all the petty viciousness, all the avarice and cruelty, everything wrong a human could do, anything that would make a decent person blanch, from murder to being naked in public. It's an exercise in mental deviance, at the -least-, and rapidly devolves into a silent contest as to who can think up and project something worse than the other three had come up with. But then, he had always thought himself above silly things like emotions. But then will to survive when even the very Universe one lives in Itself has decreed one must die…well, that breeds some pretty raw stuff, too.

And the desire to continue where his work left off…and take control of that One Source in the world he came from. Perhaps that's what is needed. Hearing the call for the convening Confederates to focus their evil natures towards the Orb, the raven-haired female floating on high quirks an eyebrow. Being a psychic, she is quite aware of the cognitive processes which produce subjective 'evil' and was not sure how somethin could inherit this state of mind so simply.. Never the less, as the request was made.. Opening its eyes in response to its master's will, Alakazam's eyes glow a faint bluish hue as it focuses thouughts of hatred, malice, selfishness, greed and other such vices toward the Orb.

Sabrina's normally crimson eyes, too, take on a subtle blueish hue as the pair begin to cproject heir thoughts upon the Orb in a manner they would normally use to mind-control a subject… Metal Man has been here all a long, h thinks the only way this could be more awesome is googly eyes as he's a Wily machine that's really what you need in his view. Pride, so much pride if he could use magic he could make a weapon of it.

But that will never happen but he's here watching and well there's rage here, rage at how his species is treated on his home world. The damn humans of it. If it even counts as a 'person' in the usual sense. So she allows exactly what was requested to be sent to the Orb.

Her hunger for power — not the petty rule over a nation, not the meaningless 'influence' and 'money' that so many value… Just true power: She feeds her endless hunger for something 'greater' than what she was the moment before into the Orb… And she is well aware of the irony in feeding something with desire for more. At last they begin to reveal some of their purpose. The machines unfold curved parabolic dishes that seem to attract and collect the more obvious outpourings of power, humming as they funnel it into the gleaming spikes that surround the orb, pouring the distilled energy into it.

One of the cultists screams out suddenly, conjuring a massive tankard of ale served in the hands of a succubus dressed like a street walker. He's dragged out of sight, but clearly served to ground certain thoughts that weren't suitable. Other cultists burst into flames, explode in showers of gore, and otherwise serve their purpose as grounding for the disillation of power. And through it all Loros watches, and laughs. And the world seems to shudder, the air and sky themselves scream in terrible agony, and that great power rushes into the orb - which just drinks it in, on and on for what seems like an age.

At long last, there is a moment of perfect silence and stillness. A moment that is broken by the sound of crystal fracturing. The sound of the crystal fracturing is accompanied by a wonderful duet of an alien finally collapsing and bleeding on itself. The Root, displeased with this, tries to rouse it's Vessel, only to cause faint distortions in the air around him.

Always gotta think of that silver lining, even if the cloud is some horrid soul- eating death cloud. He wouldn't mind, it's just… A pain to clean out if unneeded.

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Lute runs towards the Succubus without any thought, smiling happily. The power of the Coffins flows back to the three coffins behind him, the coffins sealing slowly as Lotor remains kneeling. His cloak rippling down around him and his head bowed as if in reverence to what was unleashed. A dark and terrible smile. Yet… that last sound… Lotor's eyes urgently turn to the dais and the Field Marshal. The sound of something starting to break seems to catch its interest even more … Crack?

Is this a scheme that has failed, or one that has succeeded without our notice? If all that effort well, not that it was much effort, but still was just to make an artifact break, then odds are there will be some ticked off Confederates around… Maybe… The Minions wish they could get that ale. Nicolo doesn't even notice there's a cracking going on, he's too busy getting into a quiet, as quiet as he can manage argument with his partners in crime as to which is worse, eating kittens or kicking puppies.

They -should- be paying attention but some things arej ust more important. If she had breath, it would be baited now, as it is the chill silence emanating from the Snow Mother is wrapped in a horde of intense emotions, reflected energetically in the form of an intense radiating cold surrounding her like a shroud as her eyes, still burning with hatred, with life, with maternal concern for the affair, the people here, her children, filled to the brimming and overflowing into the collectors.

She exhales slowly despite herself, the ancient habit reasserting itself through the undercurrents of her worry, blowing out a flurrying swirl of airborn snow. Shadows of doubt cloud everything within her, does that mean it failed, worse does that mean it worked? At the crack of the stone before them, Marrok's ears cast back, and his lips wrinkle over his fangs, his eyes narrowing. The sound is familiar — He's kind of good at knowing when things are breaking, considering just how much stuff he breaks himself.

But rather than stop, the wolf seems to strengthen his determination. At any rate, the creature of Legends Old attempts to channel even more of his energy into the orb— And with the use of the Claviger, it could, just perhaps, might, act as a force to seal the thing from breaking entirely. She allows herself a smile, eyes opening slowly as the low hush rolls through the crowd.

Her little retinue of Team Rocket grunts maintain disciplined silence, the markings on their armbands indicating that they're part of her particular branch anyway. If anything, she remains the perfect picture of serenity. However, considering the plan was to plant shards of the Orb around the Multiverse… One could assume that the crack was a good sign. A sign that the plan was proceeding as intended. Besides, considering all the preparation involved, it's doubtful those responsible would allow the Orb to break before the plan has even started.

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