(Site-Wide RP) Multiverses Collide

Toni stirred a bit, thankfully not so much that Tara wouldn’t be able to close up the wound after cleaning it. “Daddy...?” she asked, slight pain evident in her tone. She’d heard her father’s voice, especially since he sounded angry and she’d only heard that tone a handful of times that she could clearly remember at the moment.

She then fully woke, her lashes fluttering as she opened her eyes, like your stereotypical pretty-girl-waking-up trope. “Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she said. “I tried to be strong, I tried to help, but I’m not strong and not worthy of our name.” Instinctively, she reached her other hand out, her inner kid coming out. She needed her father now more than ever. She looked up at the group for a minute, a look on her face that said, without her lips moving, “I’ll tell him later.” She looked back at her father, hoping he wasn’t mad that she’d risked life and limb (no pun intended) to get out of there.

((Fun fact: Stark means ‘strong’ in German.))

Spectre looked up and saw another person wearing an iron suit, this time the suit literally looked like Iron-man. The voice was also easily recognizable when Iron-man addressed him. "Okay, so what's Robert Downey Jr. doing in an Iron-man costume? Don't tell me you're here to get your other cosplayer friends. Besides, Iron-man should watch his language." He said as he smirked.

Spectre got up off the panel before informing Tony Stark that they were in Area 51 during the millennial raid of September 20th. He then quickly went over what happened over the last half an hour or so regarding the containment cells, the general, and the ongoing lab incident. The lightning storm was still going strong in the lab and the machine was getting increasingly loud with every passing second, as if it was a bomb about to go off.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. The machine kept on getting louder until the noise stopped and everything was still and quiet for a few seconds before the machine blew up, which resulted an unlethal gamma energy explosion which engulfed the facility. Spectre was knocked across the lab and smashed into the wall, breaking his right shoulder, right arm, and right leg in the process; basically a lot of bones in his right side of his body.

Toni sighed. At this point, even after her father had healed her with nanites and delivered a speech that was both caring and fatherly and yet so full of concern, the young heiress still felt... Useless. She felt like she was both on top of the world and yet so far below the surface. She hadn't necessarily besmirched her family name but felt as though she wasn't as much of a success as those. Before her.

Had she succeeded in not dying? So far, yes, that was the case. But that didn't mean that she was free and clear of any repercussions or future injuries. The nanites had helped her injury, but that didn't mean she was totally in the clear.

Had she succeeded in stoping the giant mechanical mutt from terrorizing her newfound "friends"? Hell no. But if there was anything she learned from her grandparents' deaths thirteen years prior - how she remembered that events was honestly a miracle - it was that you had to watch who you trusted. She completely and utterly trusted a grand total of maybe two people, either because they were family, or were thought of as such. The rest of her surrogate family were either involved in some sort of superhero thing, which made complete sense as the Avengers were her surrogate family, or just not around at the moment and attending to other business.

Hearing Tony, MALCOLM chirped to life in his discus form. "Greetings, Mister Stark, and thus, Friday. I shall admit, seeing both of you under such circumstances is not quite what one would expect, but, as they say in France, c'est la vie. What has happened, has happened. Up until the attack from the Panzerhund, I did not perceive any threat aside from the rather rude General. He, however, did not engage Miss Stark, but rather Mister LeBeau."

Toni rolled her eyes. "Now you conveniently speak up? Thanks, MALCOLM." She just stayed where she was, knowing that if she tried to suit up, she'd likely be putting herself in more danger as a result of her arm being exposed. She didn't want to worry her father more than he probably already was. She watched everything around her, from Jack, to Tara, to her father and Rhodey blasting the ever-loving hell out of the giant metallic beast, as well as the protective dome her father created. Initially, when the beast crashed into the room, she reeled back a little. But seeing her father and surrogate uncle kick so much ass made her happy - no, ecstatic, or even euphoric. However you phrased it, a smile on her face was, in Toni's own eyes, all she needed to mask her fear and pain. Nothing a little serotonin couldn't fix... right?

She sighed happily once she saw the giant mutt go down, finally able to catch her breath.

Spectre was in agonizing pain as he laid on his back, unable to get up because if the numerous fractures and broken bones. He could barely move as well. Even if he tried to move with his uninjured side, it still hurt like hell. He even tried to drag himself a bit but couldn't. He then looked down to see how bad the injuries were and he could see that some of the bones were snapped in half while others were severe breaks and dislocations.

Spectre also wasn't happy that nobody had checked in on him, even after he had attempted to help the cosplayers escape from their prisons. Even if they didn't know him, at least check up on the guy who had just been smashed into the wall. What happened next though was something he had never heard of nor seen before. It was something completely out of the ordinary, something he would see in a movie or a TV show. His blood veins was turning into a dark color, moving from his neck down to the rest of his body. Each area the dark blood would pass through would heal the injuries immediately. Spectre watched as his broken bones were put back in place and healed at the moment, pain free. He was amazed and confused at what was happening to his body. The dark blood in his veins kept on moving down his body, healing the injury he had in his side from The General. It also healed all of the broken bones in his leg.

Spectre sat up and examined his recovered body in awe. There wasn't a single indicator of former injuries. Even the stab in his side had completely healed, leaving no scar tissue as well. He looked at his veins and the dark color it had disappeared, as if it dissolved into his body in almost an instant. "What the hell happened to me?" He asked with a confused look on his face. He then proceeded to get up and scoffed at the other people present in the lab right now.

Right now, Spectre needed to go get his duffle bag that had his equipment. There was no doubt that they would have to fight their way out of the facility if The General alerted the forces of their presence. He had left his bag in the armory, where he had also left the body of the soldier he took the clothes from. "Alright, I need to go to the armory and get my gear. I'll be back soon." He informed the other people. With that, he left the lab and darted through the halls to get to the armory.

It wasn't that far of a run. He only had to run down the hall from the lab past the containment cells to the armory. It was merely a 500m run to the armory from the lab. As he entered, he made sure that nobody had followed him before he went for his bag. He proceeded to then quickly change his clothes into his lightly armored suit, which contained enough padding at crucial areas like the chest and groin. Next, he equipped his firearms, placing his M1911 pistols in each of their respective holsters and equipping his MP5 submachine gun, which was bolstered with attachments. After that, he put on his head and face a bulletproof helmet he used. Finally, he pulled out his katanas and placed them in their respective holsters on his back.

Begining of journal entry

17th of Hearthfire, Turdas

The college of Winterhold has requested my assistance to aid in a matter of utmost importance. They have stated that it was no job for some mere mercenary and would appreciate the assistance of a "Professional" Regardless of what task awaits for me they have promised to pay a handsome fee for my assistance. I have been told to keep a low profile for the next couple of days as the task is to be kept most secret. To keep a low profile I have decided to wear simple studded furs and iron armor. The set is not necessarily great armor but it does provide a little warmth and mild protection. Hopefully, this job won't take too long I have grown anxious to return home and see the wife and kids.

End of journal entry

Koldidir slowly trudged his way up the frigid mountain. The brutish Nord was chilled to the bone. The coarse wind bit at his skin like venomous snakes, what he would give for a warm bottle of Honning brew mead. He licked his already chapped lips at the comforting thought. Koldidir had already made plans to visit The Frozen Hearth before entering the college, the call for mead was too difficult to resist. He was on the last stretch to his destination he would make it to the college by midday. The Dragonborn would already be there if the driver didn't refuse to take him up the damned mountain. Despite the matter, he was going to arrive at a decent hour and fate can not bend that reality.

It was only after an hours hike that he had made it to the winter stricken town. Years prior to his arrival 3/4ths of the city was cast into the sea and swallowed by the ocean. Most refer to the incident as the great collapse. To some miracle, one of the largest buildings in the hold the College of Winterhold stood tall and proud as the rest of the town fell to their deaths. Many speculate that the mystic college of Winterhold had something to do with the fall others suggest it was simply from the massive growth of the town. To this day it is still considered a mystery but many citizens who reside in the town mistrust the collage.

Kolidir quickly found himself in the tavern. He was greeted with a warm glowing light which emitted from the center of the tavern. The tavern was fairly quiet, to some degree it was considered barren. The Dragonborn slowly made his way to the bar. A few looked up from there small pathetic lives as he approached but quickly pulled their attention back to their drinks. The Nord took the center seat of the bar and was greeted with a smiling face. "Why hello there." He said softly "We don't usually see any travelers these days. What can I get you?" Kolidir displayed a modest smile. "A Honning brew mead please." The bartender nodded and retrieved the mead for the weary adventurer. With swift hands, he uncorked the bottle and gave it a sip. As he drank he took a couple of looks around the tavern. A particular tavern wench caught his eye but the gold ring on his finger would keep him honest.

After his drink, he pulled out his coin purse and left 20 septim pieces for the bartender. The bartender gave a simple nod before returning to his business. Kolidir hesitantly left the tavern and proceeded to march towards the collage. The castle was very vast and very old, It was likely built around the 1st era. By some act of fate, it wasn't thrown into the sea along with the rest of the town. The idea always perplexed the Dragonborn of why the once-great city fell but he would always conclude "It doesn't really matter now." Leading to the college was a long narrow bridge made entirely out of stone. The bridge seemed quite decayed from its many years of service. Apparently, it was too much trouble to repair the safety hazard. "Damn mages" He muttered.

Slowly he began to cross the bridge, the wind howled as he did so. He carefully put one foot in front of each other trying to keep his balance. Unfortunately, for Kolidir his mighty height of 6'7'' had more repercussions then he had initially planned. The Dragonborn quickly lost his balance and plummeted towards his impending doom. The Nord tried to call out for a dragon but alas they would never make it in time. With little else to do, he began to scream. Before the warrior met his fate by his fall a magical portal seemed to appear out of nowhere. He quickly fell threw the portal and was spat back out in a world he knew nothing about.

The portal was facing vertical to the ground and sent Kolidir rolling into an unfortunate wall. With a loud crack, he sank to the floor. The tiles of the wall were smashed into Oblivian and tiny shards fell to the ground. The Dragonborn released a loud groan of pain. He slowly looked around the room, he was in some kind of armory. The walls were scattered with odd metallic objects and shelves were stocked with the shittiest armor he has ever laid eyes on. "What in Oblivian" He whispered. The architecture of the room didn't even moderately mimic anything he has ever seen in Skyrim. Kolidir slowly came to his knees and put his hand on his sword. "Perhaps this is the colleges doing..." He trailed off.

Before he could take a step forward he began to hear many loud noises. They sounded like tiny explosions and various forms of screaming. The Dragonborn took a big breath "Laas Yah Nir" He shouted. Kolidir began to see thousands of glowing red auras. Most of the outlines were above him but there were a few on his level. He looked around horrified with his current situation. "By the Nine..." He was going to have to hack and slash his way out of this place. Suddenly a red aura began to approach the armory. The Nord quickly unsheathed his sword and hid behind a shelf, he would wait for the right time to strike.

Blackout was the first to enter the room, he seemed eager to get his hands on his stuff. Shortly after Tara walked in. Kolidir was considerably confused because she wasn't outlined in any kind of Aura. The Dragonborn sighed, he would have to kill them both. He slowly revealed himself from behind the shelf with a stern glare on his face. "Die quickly at the edge of my blade," He said before holding up his shield preparing for combat.