May 21, 2012

custodi della realta, part 28 ((tags: aqua, atomic, strands, diamond, gold, sasha, obama, new, york, reaper, grim, death, latin, water, event, horizon, black, hole, dimension, reality, custodi, della, realta, dr3arms, container, clear, heart, blood, circu

Sasha had been following Goldiamond through a strange and frightening Reality where the whole of New York was swallowed whole by a ten mile high, four thousand mile wide cube of water. Goldiamond paid this no mind. After all, with the Highlander Event still in effect, there was no telling who he'd be fighting next. Sasha simply sidled up beside him, silent as ever, only occasionally scribbling down a few notes here and there about the haunting effect this new Reality had on her and the person she had been following. There was an air bubble around them both, while it kept the water in, it had let no air out. which meant to sasha that there was a very real possibility of her suffocating. Goldiamond held out a hand, signalling her to stop.

"Another one of the original Strands?" She asked, the words being, almost, the very first she had spoken since she began traveling with Goldiamond.

"Maybe. Wait here, we'll know soon enough." He replied, still as coldly as before, but glad for the break in silence that had grown between the two of them. "While we're having this nice conversation, why haven't you been your chatty self? I'm not mad at you. I was pissed at the fact that you thought you OWNED me like some sort of object. I mean, the silence is great and all, but these fights really kill my motivation."

Sasha was caught off gaurd. "You mean, I could've talked to you... At any point at all?"

"Naturally. I mean, COME ON! I'm only going to kill you if you physically or through some special means try to control me." Goldiamond smiled, the diamond muscles flexing awkwardly as he did so.

He then turned his attention to the tornado of air bubbles coming their way.

"Hide. NOW!" He commanded as the tornado hit him full force, and even though he was glad for the sensation, he could've done without the pain. "Shit, shit ,shit, shit, shit!" He moaned as the pocket of air around himself burst and the icy water slammed in around him. 'Thank god I don't have organs yet or I'd be in trouble.' Goldiamond thought to himself.

"We've been waiting for you Goldiamond. We've ALL been waiting for you. The Atomic Strands would be here... But she has... Been dead for quite some time now!" The voice cackled between words.

"So what name do you go by?" Goldiamond replied impatiently.

"Well, I was simply a huge square of water, I don't remember my birth into this Reality or life. Nor am I fully aware of what I truly am. You can relate at one point or another. I am compelled to kill you Goldiamond, That is the what this... Highlander Event is, right?"

Goldiamond could understand.

He tried not to feel any guilt for what he was about to do to this new life form, but he couldn't.

It was impossible.

"Before we fight... How long ago were you created? What experiences have you had? How did you defeat the Atomic Strands?" He asked calmly, knowing the battle ahead would give him great pause afterwards, if he survived.

"The Atomic Strands simply drowned. That is all I know, then his form melted into mine, and I became aware. I held life in every molecular component in my body. It was a burst of radiance, happiness, and joy! But I am sad." The water replied, its voice like a broken pipe organ being played.

Goldiamond sighed. "How long ago was this?" He asked patiently, but inside, his heart was aching. In the short time the Six Strands had been together, they were like a close knit family to each other, but with the full knowledge of their true purpose finally revealed, they were forced to say their goodbyes, as former friends now became bitter and hate filled rivals against one another.

The water simply gurgled. "I was born early this morning. I know nothing of this world or the universe itself, but in my very mind, I am older than this unfortunate city itself. I remember large scaley creatures which thundered about. I remember the frozen time when Humans first became. I remember droughts and floods, the bitter and resentful taste of blood that flowed from wars between the Humans. I am saddened that while I know of these experiences, I am only now aware, and thus forced to fight and kill you if I can. For this reason alone, I am sad. If possible, if you kill me first, save just a little bit of me, so that I may continue on experiencing this wonderful and horrifying life I am now given?" The water asked, slightly trembling, as if fearful of its new fate.

Sasha, out of pity for the newborn life, brought out a small, empty, container, and let it fill up with the sentient water till it was full.

"There you go." She whispered into the bottle softly, "You will live on, if only for the time when you must rejoin the emptiness from which you have been born." In her mind, the water thanked her for her kindness.

"Goldiamond, your companion has given me a kindness I shall soon not forget. As for you, for now, my namesake is the Aquatic Strands. May I first condense into a smaller form, for a equally matched fight?"

Goldiamond allowed this, and was amazed at the ease in which the Aquatic Strands formed its body entirely out of a thick layer of heavier, hard water, supported by pockets of air bubbles.

"My new friend, when I begin fighting, it will be as a mortal enemy, bent on your death by my hands. Shall we begin?" The Aquatic Strands asked politely. Goldiamond was unnerved and annoyed by this, his empty eye sockets showing no signs of it.

"Sasha, we need you to officiate this. Aqua, I must warn you that I will boil you till you are nothing more than ashes." He replied solemnly.

Sasha became excited as the small portion of the Aquatic Strands schemed silently. "BEGIN!" She shouted, excited for the break in boredom.

The two ran filt tilt as another air bubble, five hundred and twenty five miles in radius formed, the water spilling out of broken office windows, carrying with it the unfortunate victims of its initial arrival.

"Mizu doriru no geijutsu: Furueru yoha!" The Aquatic Strands whispered as its arms shot forward in a all too easy to read arch. Goldiamond simply side stepped these and launched a series of powerful yet gentle pokes, popping many of the bubbles in the Aquatic Strands arms and shoulders.

"Please, be a little more creative in your atta-" He began to taunt, before being caught off gaurd.

"Maruchi mizu kurōnkonbo: Odoroki no metarusunēku DESTROYER!" The Aquatic Strands roared as its body split into five, then ten, then fifty copies of itself, eaches arms forming twin water snakes that twisted and slithered rapidly, their mouths lined with rows of hard water fangs with rusting mineral reactions in them.

"Oh fuck. Man, when you get going you aren't kidding around anymore. Muertes infierno agarre!" Goldiamond replied calmly as the manifestation of the Grim Reaper covered his form in a blazing sheet of fire, the snakes evaporating on contact, but the sheet growing weaker with each extended hit.

"You sure want me dead huh? But lemme clue you in on something." He smirked. "NOT ONLY AM I THE GOLDEN STRANDS, I AM THE DIAMOND AND THE STELLAR AS WELL! Torva messoribus neutron stella malleus" He yelled as the Reaper looked skywards, its jaws opening wildly as stellar fire poured out like fog creeping over the hills. The fog then superheated itself and ripped upwards through the body of water, raising the temperature by thousands of degrees in an instant. The water howled and cried in agony and pain, but its mind became razor sharp. The superheated fog then slammed together and spun wildly as the Neutron Star was born, pulsing, glowing, shining with utmost fury as the star became a giant hammer which slammed down furiously upon the Aquatic strands body, popping the rest of the bubbles into tiny bursts of flame and lava.

"I am the one that will join the Unborn Child. Not you." Goldiamond said in a hushed fury.

"Ah... But I am not dead yet."

"That can be changed. Dimensiva oblivionem!" Goldiamond roared happily as the hammer rapidly cooled off, and imploded into itself. From there it became a swirling rainbow colored blackhole that threatened to swallowed everything into itself.

"You are very strong. Water is forever. We will wait. We will see. We will savor." The water slowly mentioned as the body was slurped into the gaping, malnourished toothy Event Horizon of the black hole. "You have given me much joy in this fight Goldiamond, and for that, I thank you. When the time comes, I will join with you. But for now, I will silently travel with you. The remaineder of my body will fuse with you, as the Atomic Strands body had fused with me!"

The water sounded happy about this new experience, but Goldiamond was now terrified of the incoming pressures which now slammed into his mouth, nose, eye sockets, and pores. The sensation of every ounce of pressure that slammed inwardly threatened to drown him.

Yet it did not.

Sasha was taken aback at the sight of Goldiamond's chest slowly openening as a slightly blue circulatory system formed, the cornerstone being a purest blue heart, that began thumping. Almost immediately following that, two eyes grew into the empty sockets, with black eyelids as well.

"I... I have a heart beat! I feel the air flowing through me! I HAVE A HEART BEAT! I AM ALIVE!" He shouted in glee filled exctasy as he danced about as the body of water continued to drill painlessly into him. Sasha sat down hard, holding the small, clear containter to her forhead.

"Aqua..." She said slowly, feeling a warm sensation where the container touched her skin. "Thank you." she finished as the water remained silent.

Had it simply lost the life it had gained and returned to its previous state of simply being water?

Or did it simply need to rest?

These questions flowed smoothly into Sasha's mind.

"Come on... Since Atomic and Aqua have been defeated, we have one more to go. Then we can put this foolish Highlander Event to rest and join with the Unborn Child that rests fitfully in the Bloody Strands womb." Goldiamond whispered coldly, his mindset rapidly merging with his fallen foes, changing into something grander than anything living, dead, sentient or not could possibly hope for.

May 18, 2012

custodi della realta, part 27.5 ((tags: chasm, morgan, blake, bobby, daniel, skylar, robo, cliner, corduroy, librarian, tiny, man, gastropod, velocitally, challenged, dimension, football, old, faithful, cork, toddler, urine, aneeh, arhem, mehra, meh, ligh

The tiny man in the tweed jacket began ranting incessantly about this and that, while all the while the group slung their most powerful attacks at him, all the while, praying, hoping that he would eventually calm down. Daniel, out of pure inspiration, had the beautiful idea of simply asking the tiny man in the tweed jacket if they could all watch the Oprah episode together, and with any luck, avoid the whole pointless fight altogether. The tiny man, upon some serious deliberation with his broken laptop, decided that this of course of action, was the best course of action for all.

The toddlers stopped wetting themselves for about fourty five minutes, while the irresposible parent who had gone off to the horse track returned, only to find that she now had twenty eight kids, all of whom smelled like fifty day old urine soaked homeless people, and a tiny car in which to carry them all.

She was not happy.

She was also Aneeh Arhem, who for some reason, had gotten tired of simply sitting on a couch literally stapled to The Fat Mans back, and started up a baby sitting company.

It was a disaster and she should have never advertised on Craigslist.

Under the name "Chris Hansens Target".

It only got worse when a mother of twenty eight pulled up in her beat up VW Bug, sang a ditty about how her dead beat, now completely dead, husband had up and left the kids two minutes after he had died, left her with mounting debt resulting from over use of the word "tangelo" on a talk show, and now she had to resort to prostituion of Finger Puppets. Because now that all Hell had broken loose, there was a market for Finger Puppet hookers.

Aneeh, thinking about this, came to the conclusion that this had been a disaster from the moment she thought about it and simply opened a portal to the Chasm's side, and booted the urine smelling, tantrum throwing, vomit covered brats into it for the Chasm to deal with. It did in the only fashion it could think of and sent them to a Hell only reserved for the worst of the worst of the worst.

The kids were sent to the murder trial of the Wubsy Wubsies for the intended deaths of the Teletubbies, several charges of racketeering, animal cracker abuse, and four counts of stalking Raggedy Anne and assaulting Raggedy Andy with a pair of dead flounders that had no comment, and needed several years of therapy to get over the trauma.

Meanwhile, in the library, the tiny man in the tweed jacket had left, happy that Oprah had made it a requirement for all her book club members to read "My Tiny Left Pinky: An Inspirational Story of Hope, Determination, and Maddening Obsession to cut off his tiny lefy pinky by the tiny man in a tweed jacket" Blake was not thrilled.

"This is bullshit!" He cried, "You mean to tell me that all we had to fucking do was watching a fucking Oprah episode and that damned psychotic midget-" he was interrupted by the Velocitally Challenged Gastropods who held up indecipherable signs stating that could be construed as prejudice against things shorter them himself.

Blake, silently, slowly, reached for a salt shaker while staring at the curious development, unscrewed the lid, and dumped the whole thing on the tiny insect. in writhing agony, the slug burst into a ball of flame that smelled like a tewn year old fart being released into the wild after being nutured through eating tons of prunes, and simply not farting for ten years.

Daniel, in a moment of triumph, sat down on his lightcycle and read the report that Holoahl had just given him.

"The storms passed, and most of the highways destroyed. But..."

Bobby finished for him. "We have these fuckers, and they fucking fly!"

Skylar sat silently, wishing for the days of his corduroy lined Robocliner, and the soft, hushed zwipping sound that pleased only him.

Blake sighed as he unsummoned the chainshurikens and summoned his green lightcycle. "Well, we better get going, knowing Morgan, and the rate he usually travels... In his Hyperwolf form, he could already be at his destination."

Skylar tapped the side of his helmet, "Holoahl, what's the most direct route to the Hyperwolfs current location?"

Holoahl, without missing a beat, replied in kind, "Through a frathnicing portal. duh."

"But I thought you said because everything is now grinding together, that using Dream Dimension moves would result in scattering us to the winds?"

Holoahl sighed, "Look... I said that there was a CHANCE of that happening, however, if one of you open the portal while the other three follow that guy through it, then it might work out! Really Skylar, you need to pay more attention!" The hologram then went into sleep mode.

Blake shrugged, "That should work, Daniel, you do it."

The mousy looking man gave a look to him to suggested that he go do something not very pleasant with himself in a place that was even worse.

Bobby sighed loudly and snapped his fingers, the lightcycle shooting out a tiny spark that turned into a simple wooden door. "There you go. Just follow me, then everything should work out for the best. Deal?" The librarian nodded vigorously, as if to hurry up the whole process.

"She agrees!" Skylar exclaimed, pointing in her direction.

Two minutes later, the group rode through the tight fitting doorway, leading them exactly in the middle of the Dimension between Dimensions.

Their first reaction was to immediately vacate themselves of any and all holdings within themselves, in a very, VERY disturbing fashion.

Ten minutes later, their leavings gained setient life, which was sliced out of them by an irate Grim Reaper who was even more annoyed that these leavings decided to gain a soul.

He was happy at the end of the day that he had gotten something out of the whole day.

Blake, Bobby, Skylar, and Daniel stared in awe at the extreme ways the Dimension between Dimensions warped everything they thought they knew about the laws of nature, gravity, light, physics, reality, existence, and basically any possible subject they could think of, and treated it like a football being tied to a lit stick of dynamite and kicked off a cliff.

"Whaizzat!? Whyizzahappeninovathere!? Whothefugizzat!?" Daniel roared insanely as his eyes began to bleed like Old Faithful reject the single cork used to plug it.

"Keep cool guys... Keep cool." A familiar voice began to say to them, "It'll all be over soon." The voice got closer, but it was warped intensely somehow. "Hey Blake hows it-"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He roared insanely as he summoned his chainshurikens that floated like two montrous hands.

The Hyperwolf smiled as the visor lowered over his face, the infinity symbol on his forhead protector glowing wildly. "That's more like it. This is what my Master, the Chasm of Nonexistence truly wants!"

Daniel was the next to freak out, as his new ability showed itself. "No more. BLOODLINE LIMIT ACTIVATION!" He screamed as his bones bulged outwards like a porcupine, shredded through his skin and wrapped themselves around his limbs like giant drills.

"OOH! Pretty!" Skylar shouted.

"Why!? Why do you want to fight us!?" Blake roared in confusion as his weapons now glowed a furious green.

"I don't have to.... I NEED TO FIGHT YOU! ALL PART OF THE PLAN!"

"But... I mean really!? Why'd you have us go through that training then!? Why'd you bring us all the way out here, in the middle of the most bizzare place!?"

"It's my home turf, it's the place where I now serve out my sentence for breaking the barriers that kept everywhere else safe, NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FIGHT ME!" The Hyperwolf demanded, now tired of the melodrama.

"NINJA ARTS: BLACK SWAN REQUIEM: PUNISHMENT FROM THE CHASM!"

May 14, 2012

custodi della realta, part 27.4

The web browser glowed in the weirdly lit cubicle, as the letters flashed across the screen. The images reflected off of the Hyperwolfs eyes like some demented advertiser trying to get his attention, only to fail. The Hyperwolf said nothing as he furiously typed away at the keyboard, looking for something to bide his time with.

He searched up midgets.

Stilts.

Squirrels on tiny ladders.

And horse hooves.

He didn't know why it was important that he searched up horse hooves, but there it was anyways. The midgets and squirrels he could understand without a shadow of a doubt, but horse hooves seemed a little off to him.

"Um excuse me?" The tiny voice asked coldly as the mostrous and horrifyingly loud air conditioner started up. The Hyperwolf looked up, stretching his back out to its full length as he did so. "You're typing too loud, its distracting me from Oprah. She's a very powerful woman in the world you know."

The Hyperwolf shrugged as he went back to his midgets, squirrels and horse hooves for a minutes more before the tiny person interrupted him again.

"AHEM!" He blurted out, this time, waving his hands frantically. "YOU ARE INTERRUPTING MY OPRAH TIME! SHE IS A VERY, VERY POWERFUL WOMAN! KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE WRITING ALREADY! YOU TYPING IS WAY THE FUCK TOO FUCKING LOUD! YOU HAVE NO CONSIDERATION FOR OTHER PEOPLES-"

"NINJA ART: BLACK SWAN REQUIEM!"

The tiny person was slammed into the gorund by the pure force of the words, and pounded deeper into the three foot crater that it created. The Hyperwolf shot from his chair, and proceeded to pound the everloving fuck out of the self righteous person.

"NINJA ART: BLACK SWAN REQUIEM, FAILING GRADE!" The Hyperwolf shouted gleefully as the tiny person stood up once more, distraught over the fact that he had missed Oprahs Book Of The Month segment.

"HOW DARE YOU SIR! I WILL HEAD HOME TO WRITE A VERY HEAVILY WORDED LETTER OF COMPLAINT!"

The Hyperwolf simply looked over at the messed up desk he was sitting at and watched as the final seconds of his allotted time ran out on him.

"Horse hooves." He muttered silently as he walked away from the complaining tiny person, who upon further inspection, had on a tweed jacket, a ducktail hairstyle, and a Yakuza tattoo on one side of his face.

"Oprah." He muttered to himself as the doors closed behind him. "Powerful woman." He continued as he bolted away from the place he had stopped for a short rest period. "... Doesn't ring a bell." Were the last words he spoke in a long time as he passed through more strange lands without incident.

Kim had been following the energy trail that he had left behind. Her blue eyes scanned the damage to the tiny library as the tiny man in the tweed jacket huffed and puffed over his show being over.

"HE INTERRUPTED MY SHOW WITH HIS CLICKETY KLACK, CLICKETY KLACK, CLICKETY KLACK! Oprah is my god! Her words are like devine wisdom, her guests are the priests, and the gifts she hides under her audiences chairs are astounding!"

"Shut up already you annoying fool. You're damned lucky he didn't kill you." The tiny man in the tweed jacket stopped his angry complaining and looked up at the blond woman next to him. "Still... What'd you do to set him off like that?" Kim asked curiously as she walked over to where the Hyperwolf was sitting not half an hour before.

"I told him he was typing too loudly!"

"That's it? Wow, no wonder."

"No wonder what? Those keyboards are loud as it is!" The tiny man protested.

"Shut it, I'm done with you now. Go back to your Tivoed episode of Oprah. Which, you could've just put on earbuds and saved yourself a beatdown." She replied, annoyed as well.

The tiny man simply looked back at his ruined laptop. "I can't. When I got annoyed, I just poured water over the keyboard... That's the tenth one this week." He replied in earnest.

Kim socked him in the head hard enough to plant him into the ground.

"I'm going now. I see you again, I'll do more than just plant one on your head. I'll fucking murder you." Kim shouted as she walked away, leaving the tiny man in the tweed jacket to his own personal demons.

Blake, Bobby, Skylar, and Daniel arrived fifty minutes after she left, the tiny man in the tweed jacket still fuming over his lost laptop as the gorup derezzed their Lightcycles.

"Well, we're here. All we have to do is wait out the storm and hope for the best." Blake mentioned through his green helmet visor, reading vast amounts of data as Holoahl presented it to him.

"So how long do you think this is going to last, because we have got to catch up to Morgan as fast as we can!" Bobby asked quaintly.

"Um, hello!? Did you see what happened to Tom Jones, not to mention the film critic? Those pidgeons are giant fucking assholes!" Daniel protested, still mourning the loss of yet another Vietnam veteran he didn't know all that well to begin with.

"What the FUCK are you on Daniel!?" Skylar complained.

The tiny man in the tweed jacket pulled out another laptop and began rewatching the Oprah episode again, getting annoyed by the group of men that were chattering on fifty feet behind him.

"Well, one things for sure, we've got plenty of reading material here at this place. okay, here's the plan, fan out and browse for books containing mythological references, foreign langauges, and weapon types. Then, for the next-" blake started ordering as the tiny man in the tweed jacket walked up behind him.

"AHEAM!"

"Shut it little guy. This has got nothing to do with you!"

"You... Are intterupting my Oprah time. NO ONE... Interrupts my Oprah time!"

Blake looked towards the source of the voice, and found himself instantly filled with the type of hatrid reserved for the special occasions, that for him was a tie between the after effects of eating a bad potato and trying to play hide and seek with a sloth. "i dont like you... and i have a feeling, that oprah doesnt like you either."

The tiny man in the tweed jacket became hilariously enraged as he began to grow into a six foot tall, three hundred and fourty pound, slightly older gentleman with a bowler cap, an umbrella, and a taste with really bad Starwars quotes. "YOU ARE ABOUT TO JOIN THE DARKSIDE OF THE MOON!" Skylar, now more irritated than ever, summoned two rather stupid sharp looking, wide bladed Zweihanders.

"You... Will... DIE!" He roared as the mostly empty building began shushing him. "The tiny man will crush you under the tutalge of Yoday!"

"THAT'S YODA YOU FUCKING STOOGE! YO-FUCKING-DA!" Skylar roared again as he lost control and launched himself at the once tiny man in the tweed jackets, performing a direct hit spiral cross slash. The blades slashed straght through the once tiny man without noticable effect.

Blake summoned his massive chainsaw shurikens and bolted towards the once again tiny man in the tweed jacket, performed a balance clone jutsu and twisted in the air and he and the clone performed a twenty eight hit slashing combo that ended in a quadruple lariat. The tiny man simply stood there, becoming more enraged as glowing blood vessels pulsed from his hands, temples, and exposed legs.

"WATCH OUT!" Daniel shouted, "HE'S VERICOSING! HES FUCKING VERICOSING!"

All of a sudden, for no reason at all, Kobe Briant and Gandalf the Grey appeared in a puff of smoke.

Kobe looked at Gandalf. "Hey Gandy, what's my game plan today?"

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf screamed at the top of his lungs, slamming his staves into the ground, a shockwave of pure force ripping outwards. "Damn gandy, you got skills. I SHALL NOT PASS.... TO YOU!" That being said, they exited the library, flipping the tiny man off as the doors shuttered behind him.

The tiny man in the tweed jacket glowed immesnely as his eyes glowed white with power.

"I TOLD YOU ALL! I KEPT TELLING YOU THAT NO ONE INTERRUPTS MY OPRAH TIME! NOT EVEN WHEN I'VE ALREADY TIVOED IT! WHEN I WANT PEACE AND QUIET! IT'S NOT JUST THE ROOM I'M IN AT THE MOMENT! IT'S THE WHOLE WORLD THAT NEEDS TO BE SILENT!" He roared as books started rocketing off the shelves in a display of ghostly power.

"I HAVE TO PEE!" Shouted a group of toddlers in unison as they wet themselves.

"YOU ARE PEEING TOO LOUDLY! I JUST WANT TO WATCH MY OPRAH TIME IN PEACE! IS THAT SO HARD TO COMPREHEND!?"

May 10, 2012

custodi della realta, part 27.3

Stephen Colbert looked at his watch. His show was starting any minute, and they had just announced the winner of the "Holy Shit that's awesome" Contest. Ever since he submitted video of him doing a monologue while leaping from a long line of lit sticks of dynamite, there had been so many questions.

The anchorman took out his Gun of Truthiness, and looked around nervously. He had taken out Rachel a couple of years back, but ever since the barriers that seperated the Dimensions and Existences was torn down, there had been tiny rat like Brenchal clones nesting in the walls of the studio. At one point, he found a nest of them, nawing away at one of his Peabody awards, he had nightmares for weeks after that.

Sometimes he woke up in a cold sweat, staring intently at the remains of his awards that he had won. The painting of himselves staring accusingly at him, as if to ask "how could YOU let this happen!?"

The theme song to his show started playing, and the stone faced gargoyls that were his audience came to life, and started cheering him on cue.

May 9, 2012

custodi della realta, part 27.2

The Stellar strands eyes lit up like Chistmas tree decorations as Goldiamond fell forward in a lifeless heap, his exposed muscles trying to reform the golden skeleton that had held them up to know avail.

"HA!" The Stellar Strands guffawed as she clapped her tiny hands excitedly, "I KNEW YOU WEREN'T AS STRONG AS YOU WERE RUMORED TO BE! WHY, without your precious Lost Wolf, you're no stronger than a boiled noodle stopping traffic!"

Goldiamond smiled as best he could when he felt a thump rumble through the strange and dream like forest. The Hyperwolf appeared instantly without effect, as the Stellar Strands stared in disbelief, "B-B-B-BUT-"

The Hyperwolf said nothing, did nothing to help or hinder Goldiamond's battle against the Strands. Though the momentary distraction was all he needed to reform his bones and get back to proper fighting levels.

"You're welcome." The Hyperwolf mentioned and disappeared to continue onward towards his own goals.

The Stellar Strands simply scratched her tiny head as Goldiamond unleashed a flurry of well timed punches, the blows slamming chunks of material off of the Stellar Strands.

"No-"

A punch to the face sent her into the air and impaled on a crystal spire.

"You can't!" She bellowed as a drop kick slammed her further down the spire. He silently walked up to her upside down face, closed his eyes, and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Why? Why allow yourself to go through the heart break of winning these fights? Do you even really want to see this through!?" She panicked, struggling against Goldiamonds grip, but unable to make any headway.

"W-we were meant to do this together! You and me against everyone else! The...." Her voice trailed off as her mind began to shut down, Goldiamonds emotionally distant look defiantly hiding the turmoil he was going through.

"The Highlander event... You know as well as I do the fate we all share. We can only trying to swim against the tsunami of this incredably wrong and hate filled event the Core programmed into us. Stellar, I am truly sorry we had to meet up like this...." He said faintly as the last of her energy seeped outwards.

Goldiamond softly carressed her face, his fingers tracing her cheek, lips and chin as she started to tremble violently.

"Shh... It'll all be over soon." was the only thing he truly wished to say.

Sasha noted to herself that even though the battles was fierce and emotionally turbulent, the Strands truly and deeply cared for each other. Goldiamond watched as the Stellar Strands remaining clones began to fall dead, melt into puddles that swam towards him, and were absorbed into his being, becoming his central nervous system. The nerves themselves branched outwards spiraling out and inwards, reaching their destinations and settled. Goldiamond felt the cool night air brush against his exposed muscles for the first time in his entire being. He liked the feeling it presented him. Silently, he turned to Sasha and nodded, it was time for them to continue their journey.

Far, far ahead of them, the Hyperwolf bolted forward through increasingly strange and wonderful landscapes. The world he had come to know and love was changed for the worse.

Gone were the simple days of hanging out in the student council office.

Gone were the conversations with Sarah.

The awkward glances at Kim.

The long walks home.

The simple dreams he had.

They were gone.

Much like most of everything else he knew at one point or another. The Hyperwolf stopped suddenly, the shockwaves finally catching up to him after five minutes.

"I found you... At last. You know, it's awful hard to keep up with the many places you've visited since your change. You do remember me right?" A female voice said behind him. The Hyperwolf said nothing as the final changes to his semisolid form finished.

"Love the new look, it's dark, mysterious, dangerous, lethal, venomous, and suductive. Sarah would be proud."

He turned to her, his eyes no longer human in many respects. Solid black, bright blue iris with five fiery red tomos arranged in a spiral fashion. A motorcycle helmet crystalized over his head with a single dark orange lightning bolt down one side.

"I have to say this Morgan, but you have been at this for longer then you care to remember." The voice siad again.

"Kim." Was the word that was uttered from beneath the covering.

"That's right!" She said menacingly. "You know, the other day, I was watching the Puppet King do battle with some polotically correct slugs, and the strangest thing happened. A woman in a yellow dress appeared out of thin air! Now... We both know what that means don't we? A dangerous change is happening, small armies are becoming big ones, and there are many of those armies who would love to have your head on a spike for the hell you've unleashed!" She yelled at him angrilly.

The Hyperwolf saying nothing in response as his attention was drawn elsewhere.

They were on top of a mountain, the base of which led right into a dark red and midnight black vortex of energies. Beyond the vortex was infinite space, filled with stars, galaxies, planets, and universes that seemed to be drawn to the Hyperwolfs position.

"Oh go on then, do your business, but try not to fall in too deep with this new personality you've got going for you." He only nodded at her request, turned, and began walking away. The Hyperwolf stopped suddenly, turned back around, and bolted straight towards Kim, he grabbed a hold of her and pulled her out of the way just as a large boulder slammed down on the ground. It shattered a little at the base, and a shelf popped out. On that shelf was a record player.

Crappy music started playing from it, but the message along with the music wasn't to be taken lightly.

"Oh Wolfy, Wolfy, Wolfy. It seems you've lived yet again. Just know that both sides, Existence and Nonexistence are after you! Don't trust anyone, or you'll die in a focused hail of these bad boys!" The message ended with a high pitched cackling that broke the boulder down even more. The Hyperwolf turned towards Kim and regarded her for a moment, then turned away yet again.

"I'll be following you closely, and to prove I meant what I said, I'll follow you on Twitter." The Hyperwolf was confused at this, but quickly shook it off and bolted forward to his next destination, leaving Kim standing next to the boulder.

The next track playing. "He's going to go full tilt, aint he?" The voice rumbled. Kim shook her head silently, gave the boulder a tap, and quietly followed his trail.

Blake's lightcycle stopped suddenly, nearly launching the blond man off and into the path of Daniel.

"What's wrong?" He asked out of concern.

Blake readjusted himself into the seat and looked at the display that Holoahl had put infront of him. "Seems like Morg's found his next destination. It's only about fourty miles due north of here. So we should probably head there now to avoid any traffic."

Bobby slowed down at Blakes side, gave a quick look around the ruined highway, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Dude, there's no traffic for a least two thousand miles in any direction, plus, these things can fucking fly! So why are we concerned about-" Bobbys answer was given as a storm clouds of angry, diarhetic, constipated pidgeons flew over their current location. Blake simply pointed upwards, gave Bobby a knowing stare, and flipped off hovercycle mode.

"Cause we REALLY don't want to get caught in THAT." Skylar mentioned. "Holoahl, can you find us any shelter that can hold up against the literal shit storm we'd come under otherwise?"

The Holo was silently, and then an evil laugh ruptured through the speakers in their helmets.

"NO!" Blake yelled as he thought the worst had happened. It wasn't until concert music was heard that everyone calmed down. "Well duh. There's an old abandoned library just two miles in the same direction Morgans next destination is. Although to be fair, he is one FAST motherfucker at this point. If we stop there and wait for the storm to pass, he could be hundreds of miles away at this point. "

"Um...HELLO!? We have Dream Dimension tech at our finger tips! We could just port our asses to his location in no time flat! Why the hell are we even worried about travel times anyways!?" Bobby scoffed.

Holoahl's form appeared before the four men. "Well, if memory serves correctly- Asshat- Because of the recent damage to the barriers, if we tried porting to him, our individual locations would be kinda screwed over." The hologram finished as he disappeared.

"Well... Can't we at least upgrade our lightcycles to a universally aknowleged -"

There was a sudden cooing as the pidgeons frightfully interrupted their intense discussion.

"BOMBENWAGEN!" It shouted furiously as it squeezed as hard as it could. "DAMN YOU JENNY-" It couldn't finish as the energy it had built up ruptured outwards and exploded. It's tiny messenger cap falling like a marble in a fishtank to the ground.

"Fuck this. Lets get to the library as fast as we can!" Blake shouted in righteous fury.

"AGREED!" Bobby exlaimed.

"DAMN IT! STOP AGREEING AND GET THE FUCK ON WITH IT!" A Vietnam veteran yelled from his wheelchair.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Daniel yelled back, just as angry.

"TOM FUCKING JONES! NOW GET YER ASSES OUTA HERE WHILE I DEAL WITH THESE STATUE CRAPPERS!" Tom roared as he pulled out a quadruple Hurricane class mingun out from his pocket and smiled in glee. "COME GET SOME YOU FEATHERED, STATUE OF LIBERTY RUINING, SPORTS CAR CRAPPING, OMELET LAYING SONS OF BI-" Tom, in a blind flurry of exploding pidgeons, died uselessly as his wheelchair was launched into the air, sending the remains of the veteran along with it.

"That... was fucking funny." Blake said with a stone face.

"Come on, let's get to the library before any MORE strange shit starts happening. AVENGERS-" Bobby was interrupted by a funny little man.

"GO AWAY! WE DON'T WANT ANY!" A film critic said before he too was bombarded by exploding pidgeons.

"HA! That guy DIDN'T have a wheel- Nope, there it is now." Daniel said with some concerted effort not the wet his pants with laughter.

May 8, 2012

custodi della realta, part 27.1

Goldaimond looked around the forested area he was in. The ground was a crystalline surface, with structures that jauntly spiral in all directions. The trees themselves were simply wooden versions of Ralph Nader waving a sparkler around and singing the theme song to every infomercial he could think of.

"That's... Just not right..." He thought to himself as there was a thundering crash and a shower of grass like blood.

"That's... Even worse." He thought to himself as the next of the Six Strands slammed her tiny fists into a nearby mushroom, causing it to crash to the ground, all five ounces of it making as much noise as a cottonball landing on a moving truck.

"So... Who are you? I mean to say, what should I call you?" Goldaimond asked calmly as the tiny Strands seemed more like a pixie than anything else.

"I AM MIGHTY!" She shouted voraciously.

"You... Are tiny." Goldiamond muttered under his breath as he flexed his new shiny muscles.

"Heh, so you're the one that defeated Diamond? I'm not surprised, that idiot was always letting himself be caught off gaurd. You won't be as lucky with me though. My main body is spread out all over the place! I'm know as the Stellar Strands!"

"That's not so... I know you, don't I?" Goldaimond yawned with little to no energy, leaning against one of the many crystalline structures as he did so.

"We were placed on a two person team together in the final days of our first year of growth. You were known as Goldy back then." The Stellar Strands began sadly. "I don't want to fight you." She said calmly as her mind focused, ready to unleash any number of moves.

Goldaimond closed his eyes as well, smiling as a diamond and gold flecked cowboy hat formed on his head.

"None of us do. But, what can we do right? To fight each other once the Highlander Event has begun is literally in our D.N.A. We are gentically compelled to go at eachother's throats, because in the end, it's just our purpose."

The Stellar Strands readied herself as star powered circuitry inked itself over her body, neck, and head.

"So... I'm assuming that you have the control over stars, technology, and performers?" Goldiamond asked.

"Watch and learned Mineral Boy. Watch and learn! Puruṣamānuṣēra nāma Clooney phiṭaphāṭa bōmā!" She shouted as the circuitry snaked out and slammed into the gorund, growing into a copy of George Clooney accepting his award for being a smug bastard.

"I'd like to thank the Academy for..." He stopped midsentence and turned with lightning reflexes towards Goldaimond. "KICKING HIS ASS!" The actor screamed as he ran wildly at the strands who simply stood there.

"Wow. That's... Not impressive at all. Lemme try! Todesfälle Greifen Hurrikan Feuer Bombe!"

The Stellar Strands were caught off gaurd as a diamond encrusted Skeletal Angel wrapped in black fire chains rose from a fissure in the ground. It's empty eye sockets were ice cold, but instantly exploded to life as fire from the hearts of a billion of the hottest stars streamed into its agape mouth. George Clooney continued running at Goldiamond, who simply pointed a finger and smiled while the Skeletal Angel roared and slung its long arms around the the actor, cackling as it did. The actor screamed as the glowing circuitry sprang to life and exploded outwards, trapping the Skeletal Angel where it floated, the cackling never stopping.

"Go on boy... Explode." Goldiamond snickered, lowering the hat just above his eyes.

The Stellar Strands zipping through both undead angel and actor alike, ramming her tiny fist into his ankle.

"Nope." He smiled as the actors screams of rage turned into that of agony.

"George, you know what to do!" The Stellar Strands commanded, the summon grinning wildly and snapping the angel's neck like a twig before the angel exploded like a wild time bomb.

"That was... Entertaining." Goldiamond mentioned coldly.

"That was nothing. Chāẏāpathasaṅkrānta ghūrṇabāta!" The Stellar Strands whispered as her oppenent was transported into the eye of a five billion mile wide and tall merging of fourty Galaxies, the stars slamming him into a growing gravity well. Goldiamond simply shrugged as the intense pressures started to crumple him into a singularity.

"HA! Now I've got you!"

The Galaxies finished merging, in the process creating a ultra massive black hole, imploding and exploding five times before releasing the energies in a single stream of black fire.

"You aren't so tough!" The Stellar Strands scoffed as she turned to walk away.

"I'm not dead... Yet." She heard Goldiamond's voice state plainly. "That was quite the stretch I was looking for. Anyways, is there anything else you want to try?" He laughed lazily. 'Dang, maybe I got his laid back ways as well?' He thought to himself.

The stellar strands snapped her fingers and a single basketball sized sun appeared. "This will fix you!"

"You sure about that?" Goldiamond yawned. "Todesfälle Greifen Holzhacker!" He said curtly. Another skeletal angel rose up, this one draped in a large Death Shroud that had golden designs sown into it. The magnetic pull from the tiny sun pulled the shroud off the angel, whose eyes had a dark grey smoke waterfalling from the sockets and open mouth. "This is a personafication of Death. The thing that meets all at the end of their life. Apparently, he is now my style of fighting, or element. Ironic given my... History."

The Stellar Strands only huffed as the shroud smacked her in the face, stuffing itself down her throat and choking the life out of her. The body fell to the ground, its limbs shaking as the final rattles of life ran its course.

"I told you, I am everywhere! Nākṣatra klōna śilābrṣṭi!" She called out, seemingly everywhere as once. "Did you wonder why there were crystal structures all over the place? Crystal itself can capture and transmit all light sources, in some cases, even turning the energy captured into a beam of highly condensed fire!" She cackled as the Clones become absorbed into the many structures.

This caught Goldiamond off gard as he became aware of her intention.

"Oh shit... This again." Were the only words he could muster as fire burned into his diamond muscles, the Angel of Death only floating silently, like a ever present reminder of his ultimate fate. "Won't end up at the blade of your scythe... You anerexic bastard!" He shouted as the heat built up inside of him, starting to melt the gold skeleton that somehow held him up.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW!?" She screeched at the top of her lungs.