Not-with-a-whimper

OOC: Vennage was easier to type, so I went with it. Free at last, Spider-man leaped away from the mass of tendrils. Now without a host, the symbiote lashed out wildly, trying it's best to make contact with another living creature with which to form a bond. After sticking to the side of a building Spider-man did his best to shoot webbing to contain the beast, all the while dodging the ravenous white shapeless form.

OOC: Many apologies to Arrow. It was a miscommunication. "I am sorry I was not aware sooner. My studies often consume my focus," replied Joseph/Mysterious Tower. He enjoyed Twilight Town's company and was glad when Yen Sid decided to move them to live next to her. Her soft spoken demeanor was just the introduction to social behavior Mysterious had needed. "If you ever find yourself in any need of assistance please do not hesitate to ask." He then grew quiet as Traverse started the meeting.

OOC: You could play as someone else if you'd like. No Castle Oblivion, Land of Departure, Radiant Garden, or Hollow Bastion, though.

Sorry, Arrow, but just two posts before I tried to make it clear that Keyblade Graveyard was, at this time, non-playable.

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Vennage sent tendrils in every direction, reaching to strike each and every hero within the area. With his power and substance so spread, however, it temporarily lost hold of Spider-man's mind, which had recently begun to wait in concentration instead of struggling, looking for just the right time to strike back and escape. Now just might be that chance.

Dominion/August shook his head, disappointed that the yelling had started already and sad that Wood wasn't going to be there. He was still looking forward to playing with her later, though. "Hey there Olympus. How's it hangin'? Any good monsters show up to give you a challenge yet in the games?" August asked Flash. Mysterious/Joseph seemed temporarily dazed by Twilight's question. "Hm? Oh, it has been going quite well, thank you Twilight. Yen Sid has begun to let me read from his collection of books on the theories and principles of time and space and their manipulation. Unfortunately, I am only on book thirty-seven out of seventy-four. How have you been recently? Now that summer vacation has started for your residents life must be getting more interesting," he answered her.

OOC: As co-founder of this rp along with Aqua7KH, yeah, worlds can be evil. Only if they have some inherent darkness or evil in them, however. Disney Castle could never be evil. Worlds with distinct parts could be considered different worlds. For example, Space Paranoids, Halloween Town, Christmas Town, Olympus Coliseum, Underworld and others. Land of Departure, Keyblade Graveyard, and Hollow Bastion (and thus Radiant Garden because they are two sides to the same person) are all non-playable. Suggestions for evil worlds include Space Paranoids, Underworld, Wonderland, Prankster's Paradise, Deep Space, The World That Never Was, and End of the World.

OOC: THE FIRETRUCK IS THAT!?!?! Awesome. I always wanted to play a kick-a villain. This is gonna be tight. AnsemTheWise and rikunobodyxiii are still allowed to control Venom-Carnage when they feel they need to.

Joseph, known to those gathered here as Mysterious Tower, stumbled in through the door, his efforts to hold far too many books in his hands making it difficult to stay balanced. He swiftly took a seat near Twilight Town, the only person he really knew there, and proceeded to open up one of his books and continue to read. Enchanted Dominion, also known as August, strolled in liesurely, looking around for a place to sit. It wasn't that there weren't any seats, on the contrary, nearly every seat was empty. He just wanted to get a seat next to 100 Acre Wood, who was like a little sister to him. "Hey Traverse, where's Wood at? Didn't she come with you?" he asked Traverse Town. Normally he and Traverse Town got along really well, but Traverse's weak spine and indecisive behavior at their World Meetings got on Dominion's nerves and under his skin.

OOC: I'm headed to bed for tonight guys. rikunobodyxiii and AnsemTheWise have permission to control Venom for the time being if they'd like. Otherwise I'll see you all tomorrow.

"Of course, your Majesty," responded Joseph with a deep and humble bow. "Very good," said the King with a smile. "Cyrus here will lead you to the armory where you may pick the items of your choosing for use in the quest." Then, turning to Cyrus, continued. "Son, if you would be so kind." "Father, please allow me to go with them and fulfill the duty I failed in before," implored Cyrus. "Do not fret over such things, son," answered the King. "Besides, your place is here, protecting the kingdom. What would come of us should we be attacked and my men have no one on whom to rely on wise commands?" Reluctantly, Cyrus nodded and led the three of them into the armory. OOC: This is the section in which you can describe clothes, items, or weapons your character gets. They can either be from the game or original. Make note of when you are ready to depart.

The blast of electricity had utterly decimated the area that Venom had been standing in, dropping him as he fell like a rag doll down the face of the building. Halfway down the beast flung legions of tendrils into the building, bursting into glass, shattering at least dozens of windows all across multiple stories. The tendrils embedded themselves into every facet of the foundation that they could find as Venom continued to drop. As he was reaching the bottom he prepared for his most devastating attack yet. In a fury of strikes and swipes, Venom attempted to demolish the bottom floor of the building, it's structural integrity weakening dramatically. As he destroyed the bottom floor he pulled the tendrils anchored within it towards himself once again, making the building tilt. Venom was going to bring the entire building down upon them all. OOC: Somebody better think of something, or this will be short ending to a good rp.

While the other archers in the area paid it no heed, Medens decided to go and search out the source of the thud he had heard. From the Mana in his vicinity he knew that it was some living being, but he had no clue otherwise. He approached and looked into the bush to see a female elf. Initially taken aback, Medens soon got over his shock and offered her his hand. "I didn't know that we had an elf working for us as a double agent. I'm Medens and I'm kind of new here," he said. "Were you hurt in that fall?" he then proceeded to ask.

Spiderman was fighting as hard as he possibly could. Cable, Spiderman thought, if you can hear me then just know this, I'm doing my best to fight this thing, but it's on a whole new level now. It isn't like back when it affected me a little over time. It was tampered with, and big time, by Doom and that new guy. The harder I fight the tighter this web seems to get. I just can't stand it! I feel so useless! What good am I if I can't even help my friends? Even worse, I'm attacking them! AGHHH! Spiderman's fury fed Venom as he became stronger and stronger. Peter Parker was unconsciously constructing the web he was being held in within his mind using his own hate, and man, did it feel so good. The spear and sword running through his tendrils, however, did not. Pulling them back from the ground, Venom rushed a nearby building instead, bounding up several stories within moments. Once he felt he was high enough he burst through the glass and began launching everything he could find down at his "play things" below. It became a rain of debris, metal and concrete pouring down in a torrent.

"Understood, sir," Medens responded. He knew from personal experience that he could handle the healing thing, but the destructive magic he wasn't so sure of. People had always said that he had a "healing touch." He remembered that once when visiting his uncle at a hospital when he was but twelve years old there had been a terminally ill Gorrik his uncle was hard at work on. When his uncle had all but given up, Medens poured magic into the man, the magic first allowing him to analyze his entire body and determine the cause of the illness. This was significant due to the fact that an individual having control of that level on their magic as it was outside their body was a rare find indeed. Upon finding the problem Medens simply applied an incredibly concentrated dose of magic to fix it. Due to the magic's concentration and accuracy Medens was able to conserve a large amount of magic normally spent in procedures of the type and the man didn't suffer from any ill effects of excessive magic residue. All in all the man recovered nearly fully from death's doorstep in just a little over a minute, while Medens' uncle stood there dumb struck. Yes, that was something Medens was good at. Offensive magic, on the other hand... Well, he could zap someone pretty accurately, like sticking them with an electrified needle, but hitting multiple targets or doing massive damage, both trademarks of a good offensive mage, were not in his realm of expertise. I suppose it's time to begin training, then, Medens thought, and headed to the archer's firing range.

"Ha! This is finally getting fun!" came the shrieking cry of glee from Venom. Odin and Iron Man were both apparently made of metal, and therefore Venom ignored them. After all, it was so much more fun to rip apart flesh. Dropping back to the ground which had been heavily damaged by the last assault, Venom plunged tendrils into the ground and sent them spiraling back out in a circle around Lightning, all of which immediately focused in on her. This new power he had amazed him, and he wondered what the extent of it was. OOC: Seriously, what should the extent of his power be? Since he is also infused with black magic should he be able to fire blasts of darkness or would that be cheap?

"So you'd be Desmond then?" Medens asked upon catching up with the guy he'd met earlier. He felt something shift nearby with magic, a creature on the outskirts of camp, but wrote it off as a random animal. He then turned to the Captain to ask a question. "Sir, I am rather proficient in healing and defensive magics sir, but I also have a fair amount of training with the element of lightning, as it is one of the purest forms of energy. I am sorry to say that I have very little in the way of close combat fighting training. What would you have me do at this time sir?"

OOC: My bad. All of my other mage's are named Joseph. I'll go and fix it.

OOC: Captain Scrotum, I'm not calling you out on this and you're not in trouble, actually you pulled off Neku pretty well, however many would frown upon your control of my character.

Infuriated with the apparent failures of his attacks, Venom launched himself high into the air and as he was crashing down used all of his tendrils at once to smash in the pavement and hopefully some heroes with it. Inside of his mind, Spiderman was trying his best to break free, determined not to be defeated by this "symbiote" which acted more like a parasite. It seemed, however, that the more he tried to regain control, the worse things got. "You worms!!! I will crush you!" shouted Venom with his nails-on-a-chalkboard voice to the surrounding heroes. There was no reason, there was no purpose, there was only rage. Power and rage.

Scardigne's body was regaining strength at a remarkable rate while resting in his living room at his lake house. A present from his parents when he got back from the war, the secluded house would serve as the perfect training grounds for his preparation to eliminate the demons. He'd finally mastered the secret that the rest of the hosts and inhabiters, with the exception of maybe Sephiroth and James, had yet to even discover. The balance of give and take necessary to preform at optimal levels. Scardigne traded off some of his life force, the remaining years he had left to live, for access to more of Gabranth's power. The results were astounding. His body was regenerating at a remarkable pace, he could run for hours without feeling tired, he could sense and respond to things on an inhuman level, and perhaps best of all was that he could access all of the abilities Gabranth commanded. He could feel his body getting older and older, and knew that with his injury he wouldn't have much time left, but hopefully he could eliminate the threats before then. No, he would eliminate the threats before then. OOC: As always, if I need to make any changes then just let me know and I'll get right on that.

Venom's bloodlust had only begun. In addition to the two massive tendrils taking the place of his arms, four more shot out from his back. Suddenly he appeared to be gone. His speed was, to a normal human, astounding. He stopped directly behind Cable and near both Iron Man and Human Torch as well. He began spinning furiously, his tendrils searching for any trace of contact they could make in hopes of causing destruction, becoming like a dark tornado. OOC: I know that this is kind of god-modding, but there really aren't many villains and there are tons of heroes, so I figure that it about evens out. If I need to edit anything then just let me know.

Medens still felt incredibly lost about everything, but was glad that he'd met someone who seemed to know what he was doing. He knew that chances were against it, but he hoped that he would get put into the same camp squad, the one with Captain Mallik. He wanted this both because Medens had just met someone and didn't want that taken away from him, but also because of the way the young Anguul said the Captain's name with dignity and admiration. That alone spoke volumes for the Captain's character.

OOC: Gonna wait for Damion to post, then I'll move the story forward.