~Crossover Cove~

Ichigo heard Hermione's question about becoming a Soul Reaper, that must be her country's translation of Shinigami and he breathed a bit, she was beign respectful at not prying into his past and looked at her. "I been able to see spirits ever since... my mother died." He gave a brief moment of silence for her and continued. "One day, a Shinigami who was ordered to watch over my town, she stepped into my room by the window and she gave me hera bit of her power to become a Shinigami despite the crime it held, it was only meant for a one-time emergency to protect my sisters from the Hollow but by accident, I took all of it and had to become her subsitute but the Seireitei found out soon enough, her brother Byakuya severed my powers I got from Rukia so I decided I ahd to go and save her so, I asked a guy I knew to help me become a Shinigami again by the second method and luckily, I was able to become a Shinigami." he explained to her.

"I'm used to it because I'm used to fighting off gangs and such, you'd be surprised how much orange hair attracts attention where I live and my teacher, well, he said I had a excellent learnign growth, I could grasp the most difficult techniques or such and learn them at a fast pace without any knowledge of it, I suppose it's human growth that we adapt to things quickly." He suggested and looked at her. "AFter all, in your world, didn't you adapt to things that you'd never usually do in a ordinary school life?" he asked her.

EIji laughed a bit lightly. "I hope you paid for them Ankh." He said to him but he found it unlikely Ankh did.

 

"Good, Nice to know," said Carrie smiling as she listened to Ichigo's amazing past and adventure. "That is crazy amazing... Your story-your past its... unlike any other I've ever heard...."

 

Laharl smiled, he's been waiting for this. "OK sounds good, but here's the catch, if you win than you get to lead the group. If we win, you must become my vassal! FOR ALL ETERNITY!" followed by his laughter "AH! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" he looked at the others and said "you guys ready for this?" he said with a wink.

 

Yoshimitsu watched the events unfold at Vader's end of the battlefield on a nearby rooftop. After seeing what Levi did to the Sith Lord, he decided to wait it out. But because he was wearing some very identifiable armor, he could be easily seen.

"Very well. I understand your caution. Not even I would dare to stare into it myself unless I knew the outcome. Come, Supreme Dalek." The two left and headed off to Davros' somewhat crude makeshift Untempered Schism that he built and hid in the city.

 

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Nightmare was thrown back by the immense force from Dovahkin's shout, but Nightmare's weight kept him from going too far. Then the dragon landed beside the Dragonborn and shot fire at Nightmare. He raised Soul Edge to block the dragon's flame, just barely being able to stay in place from the force behind the blast. "Rrrgh...Enough!" Nightmare called as Soul Edge began to glow. Within seconds, a small blast of energy exploded from the blade, pushing back the stream of fire long enough for Nightmare to jump away. Soul Edge in hand, he ran at the dragon and leaped into the air, attempting to stab the dragon with his sword.

 

"Friends?" Reinforce asked, thinking hard on it for a moment. "They are, but they aren't. We, that is my mistress and I, are trying to save them from what it is they're trying to do, though we weren't quite sure of what that is yet."
She looked to Bushy for a long moment, trying to figure out if she should go on and explain about the Tome or not, to which she decided there was no harm in doing.
"The Tomes don't grant wishes, so much as fulfill those it's magic is capable of. A standard 'grant' would use up a page, whereas a bigger request would use more than that. I think whatever it is that the Materials, that is Dearche and the others, are trying to do, it requires them to fill every page, which they do by stealing the linker cores, or souls, of others. There might be other ways too, like transfering a large sum of magic into it directly, though I'm not sure how one would do that."
She then looked at the red-outfitted man, who looked strangely familiar, yet not.
"It's... Deadpool, wasn't it? For some reason I recognise you, but... I'm not sure how. Perhaps Bushy's spell messed up my memory slightly?"

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"Another newcomer?" Thoma asked aloud, though the answer to the question was quite obvious already.
(OOC: This colour will represent Tsukune while I play him.)
"We'll answer, but is there any way you can help us put out this fire? It's getting pretty dangerous." the other boy said, as politely as possible.
OOC: Short, lol.

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"Seven months." he repeated with a sudden smile. "Good. Then you know how this happens. And with that out of the way - ALLONS Y!"
He slammed on the controls of the TARDIS, launching them instantly back through time and space and, most unusually, somewhere on Earth that wasn't in England: Sky City.
"If we're going to stop Davros from whatever it is he's doing, we need somebody that can tell us where he is, and what he might be doing. Fortunately, I happen to be old friends with a Jedi Master who lives near Earth these days. Yoda, his name is, little green guy, tastes of Wasabi, don't... don't ever ask me how I know that. Long story, and we were stuck on Dagobah without a ship for a very long time."

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Levi charged her entire body with electricity, not with much, but enough to make herself even deadlier should she get another hit in. And she planned on making this the last one.
She raised her blade into the air, raising with it and chanelling a bolt of lightning that she had somehow summoned into it, began to speak once again.
"You hurt Stern, AND NOW I'M GOING TO RIP YOU APART!" she roared, reeling back her hand with the surge of power gathering within it.
She threw the power upwards, where it formed thirty-so cyan blades of thunder, each crackling with great power as they flew down towards her enemy -- or victim, as the case may now be -- each of them aimed to strike a seperate part of the Sith Lord's body.
"ETERNAL THUNDER SWORD -- DETONA--"
"Levi!" Dearche suddenly snapped, the same authority from before in her voice.
"Leave him alive. We want to release the Unbreakable Dark with as few victims as possible, remember?"
The first girl, obviously struggling with her emotions at this point, trembled on the spot, her swords impaling Vader but doing very little damage as of yet.
"He... he killed Stern!"
"She's still alive. Kokoa just informed me so."
"He hurt her!"
"And you've single-handedly brought him, the leader of this invasion, to his knees. Men like he value their pride above their lives. You've already killed him, in that regard. Return to me, and let him rot where he lays."
Tears in her eyes, and a difficult decision to be made, she stopped, dismissing the the blades and letting them pop harmlessly as she descended to the ground and turned her back on the black-clad man, making her way back to Dearche.
"I believe this invasion is mostly dealt with now." she said to the red-haired man/woman/thing that spoke to her. "Unless you're able to prevent a large ship from crashing into the city and sending us all to the ground far below, I'm afraid there is likely little I could ask of you right now."

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(OOC: This is Yoda's colour while I play him. It's identical to Crown's colour for him. Yay.)
Having guided the entire group that was with him in the tower with a temple on top, which he was totally doing all this time and not just not being posted as, Yoda finally left the confines of his new home - the self-constructed Jedi Temple. Compared to the original it was nothing, of course, but nevertheless he would be sad to see it detroyed, which unfortunately was exactly what had to happen now. It was the only building around that was now completly unoccupied, and so it had to be the target of the approaching kamikaze Star Destroyer.
"Patience, I must ask of you now." said he to his 'followers'. "Land the Empire's carrier, I must. If anyone has power to add to mine, now, the time is, to assist me with it."
Even despite the desperate-looking situation, he seemed calm. At peace, as was the way of all Jedi. And why not? Size matters not to one of the Force. Be it a Star Destroyer or a peddle, the Force would aid him, and ensure that he succeeded.

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The Sanghieli cruiser continued along it's path, receiving no returned communications from anyone on the ground below. And looking at it; it was obvious why. Far below them, on the surface of the planet, the world seemed far weaker in terms of technology than it should have been. The only sign of 'modern' technology at all was a huge city that hovered above the surface, which a vessel slightly smaller than itself was rapidly approaching.
"Major domo, we are getting no response from our brothers inspecting the object." spoke a blue-armoured Sanghieli, a sure sign that this was a Minor domo, an Elite who had yet to prove his true strength in battle, though more peaceful times were at hand and war was no longer a true indicator of prowess.
"I see. Communications must still be down from the slipspace jump. Join me, we will re-establish communications in person. The Arbiter's will has yet to be done."

No response.

"My brother, what is wrong?" the reptilian alien asked as he turned to face... nothing.
The Minor Domo was gone. Not only that, there was no sign on him ever having been there.
"...brother, where are you hiding? You are no longer a pup who relies on simple games to amuse yourself. Speak." he insisted.
At last the outline of a figure appeared in a shadowy corner of the corridor, though how it had evaded him so far was beyond him. Sanghieli prided themselves on senses, so why...?
"Who are you? What have you done with our brother?" the Elite accused, backing off ever so slightly.
No. Sanghieli were warriors. Why should he lose that resolve now?
"Speak!"
He was met with only one response;

 

While the pilot was distracted another figure soon stepped out of the shadows and decloaked but before the pilot could say anything he was stabbed through the heart by a red lightsaber but the odd thing about it was that it was in the reverse grip most known by the now dead Galen Marek or Starkiller as he was most known.

"The pilot has been subdued my master."

The figure bowed towards the shadowy figure.

 

The dragon attempted to dodge but wasn't able to do it successfully. The sword hit his wing. It screeched in agony as the massive blade tore through the skin which allowed it flight. While the sword was still buried in it's wing, it turned it's neck and let out another stream of fire.

 

Spoiler: Background music

The figure simply watched as the Major Domo elite was slain from behind, having never known the identity of either of his assailants, just as is should be.
"Very good..." it spoke, stepping out of the shadows to reveal it's -- no, his -- metallic form. "...my apprentice."
His voice was harsh, filtered heavily, though the younger one before him knew that his voice was once identical to his own; human, though it had been full of emotion, love, care. No longer was it starched with such weak feelings. He was Sith now. A dark lord of it.
"Locate the engine's core and destroy it. Leave no survivors." he commanded, before taking a step in the opposite direction. "I will locate and destroy this 'Arbiter' because he has chance to interfere."

 

"As you wish, my master."

The figure rose and lowered his revealing what looked like a mirror image of Galen but his skin was almost pale white and his eyes were a golden yellow. His appearance was clad in a dark red robe and almost mirrored his master.

Wasting no time the apprentice utilized his force speed to zoom through the ship killing anyone who so much as looked at him and before long he was at the engines.

"Time to bring this ship down."

Holstering his lightsabers he raised his hands and shot force lightning out of his fingertips and upon contact with the engines began to spark and catch fire before exploding in their entirety.

"Now to get back to my master."

Raising his hood he once again sped back towards his master but the way back was being complicated by a flank of Brutes that had shown up and surrounded him.

"You obviously have no idea who your dealing with."

Drawing on the force around him he created a bubble around him which after gathering more power exploded around him knocking the grunts off their feet and before they had a chance to react their heads were soon dismembered from their bodies by a series of saber slashes.

He then sped off to regroup with his master...

 

~Castle Oblivion~​

Ciel was surprised by the Marluxia's question, not thinking the man had any idea what he would be getting himself into. "Why...yes. I suppose I can. You understand the cost though, right? If you make a contract with me I'll fulfill whatever wish you desire, but in exchange I'll devour your soul when I've completed the mission at hand. Are you sure you can handle the payment?" The boy smiled, something he'd rarely done in his former life, even less of now. "I've wondered what a human soul tastes like, seeing as we demons have no other sense of taste." He gazed at Marluxia as his eyes glowed intensely, "What is your wish?"

~Pride Lands~​

Scar slowly took a sip of tea while thinking over what the maiden had said, "Interesting, but why do these girls want to fill the book up? Wouldn't it be useless after it's magic is used up?"
He activated the view screen to check in on Sebastian, he noticed Ciel, but thought nothing of it seeing as he hadn't met anyone here as of yet. "Hm..It doesn't appear that Sora is there. Something must have happened."
He activated the speaker to talk with Sebastian, but found that the signal wasn't working. "Odd..Bushy, I suppose it isn't right of you to alter the course of our affairs too much, but would you mind telling me what's going on?"

~Sky City~​

Vader laid motionless on the ground, one of his arms was badly injured by the lighting bolts, his legs almost completely useless to him now. The only sound coming from him was whispered breathing. With what little energy he had left he turned his head to look at Levi, he slowly spoke to the girl, "You should have finished me when you had the chance." He quickly raised his arm in a choking manner, crushing the girl's windpipe with the force, "Carelessness like that will only lead to your own destruction!" He slammed her body into the ground, a metal rod sticking out of the destroyed building pierced through her abdomen. Vader's hand fell to the ground and his breathing slowed even more, it wouldn't be long before the old Sith Lord took his last.
Grell looked on completely shocked, for once in this RP he had nothing worth saying.

 

Marluxia nodded. "Yes. I know the terms. At the end of the mission, you can have an infinite amount of souls. My desire, you must help me obtain kingdom hearts. And after i will use it's divine power to conquer all of existence. When my time comes to an end, you can have my soul, along with kingdom hearts, to generate as many hearts and souls as you'd like. So then, do we have a deal?" Marluxia asked, extending his hand for a shake of agreement. A devilish grin was wide on his face.

 

"Hm..When your time comes to an end? You expect a child to wait so long? When I've helped you conquer Kingdom Hearts I will no longer serve you, you can live the rest of your pitiful existence as ruler over this world, but when you're time has come I'll return for what is mine." Ciel lifted his hand and took off his glove, "And if you want the full extent of my power I'll need to mark you with the Demon's symbol. The more visible the mark the more powerful our contract will be."

 

"But of course. At that point I'll have no need for you." He said to the boy as he removed his own black leather glove. He held out his hand once more for the boy to take it.

 

Spoiler: For dramatic effect

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"As you wish." Ciel took Marluxia's hand and a burst of blue and white flowers spun around them, light shone through as the flowers spun into a towering tornado. You could no longer see past into the whirlwind. Sebastian and Saix were blown back by the gust's power.

"You've made a deal with a demon, Marluxia. Now dance with the devil." His eyes ignited with light as he placed his hand over Marluxia's eye, "If you want the powers of hell, then endure the pain. Let is be carved into your soul." The tornado dissipated, Marluxia's eye had been sealed with demon's mark. "I'm now at your mercy, my master." This phrase stung Ciel's pride, but he knew in the end he'd be the victor.

 

Marluxia winced at the pain of being branded for a moment but quickly regained his composure. He looked down at the boy calling him his master and grinned devilishly. (.....) "Excellent. Your first task is to locate and retrieve Sora. If possible, keep him under the delusion you are his ally. Until i can seize the keyblade from him and use it directly, we still need him to help us." Marluxia ordered.

 

"As you wish master. If you wouldn't mind opening a corridor of darkness I'll go and look for him. Wherever he is I'll be able to find him due to the light within him, his light is almost on par with princesses of heart." Ciel has knowledge of such things because he's been around for a long time now(OOC: and because it's just easier that way..lol).

 

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As the Doctor pressed the button and the TARDIS began to travel back in time, she held on to the railing and smiled. It had been a while since she'd been able to travel through time without that awful vortex manipulator. She was laughing just a bit as she saw the Doctor control the Police Box. When he mentioned this "jedi master", Yoda, she looked a bit puzzled. It hadn't been the strangest thing she'd heard, but it was definitely up there.

"What in the bloody hell is a jedi master? And who's Davros anyway?"

 

"Yes, I paid for them!" Ankh said, grumbling. Hermione smiled and said to Ichigo, "I can't really say I've had a ordinary school life." "Why not?" Vanille asked, kneeling down to her face with the orange Haro. Lockon asked, "What kind of school do you go to?" "Well, when I was eleven, I was accepted to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadary, a school that teaches future witches and wizards how to properly use their magic. While helping one of my future classmate find his pet, I unexpected met my soon to be friends in one cabin, but I was so studious at time, I focused on the task at hand. The three of us were all sorted into the same house at the start of the year feast." Hermione took a lick of her ice cream, Ankh asked, confused, "Sorted? House?"

"Every first student is sorted into a house, or a certain team, based on their qualities. Gryffindor for the brave and honest, Hufflepuff for the timid and follower-type, Ravenclaw for the smart and intelligent, and Slytherin for the sly and cunning. Harry was sorted into Gryffindor, as was Ron, but that was because every member of his family had always been in that house. I was expecting to be sorted into Ravenclaw, but surprisingly I was sorted into Gryffindor." Hermione explained, taking a breath and licking her ice cream. Ankh sighed, "Sounds like those houses are simply placed by those traits. Humans are full of desire to be used." Hermione looked down and continued her story, "On Halloween, after overhearing that I had no friends, I hid myself in the girls' bathroom, crying over the truth. However, someone had let loose a mountain troll, and it entered the bathroom, trying to kill me. Surprisingly, Harry and Ron came in to save me. Harry had been concerned for me since I didn't know and was able to distract the troll for Ron to levitate its club away and be knocked on its head. A few teachers came in and were going to punished them, but I lied to the teachers, saying I was the one looking for the troll. After that moment we became best friends. Later on in the year, we tried to protect the legendary Philosopher's Stone from a teacher we thought was going to steal. And helped Gryffindor win the House Cup for the first time in a long time."


"All that happened when you were eleven? Wow, that's something else." Snow said, smiling, Hermione smiled and licked her ice cream, "Because our Defense Against Dark Arts teacher had been turned to dust by Harry, the staff had to get a new one. So, we had a person who was full of himself, believing he did many great deeds when he was actually a fraud. I was one of his fans at the time, but strange things became to happen that year. People were being turned to stone by a unseen force, and a place called the Chamber of Secret had opened for the first time in fifty years. I tried to discover what I could on the strange happening, but I was unfortunately one of the victims. Luckily, Harry and Ron were able to finish the mystery, and everyone who was turned to stone, including me, were turned back to normal."

"What about this year?" Lyle asked, as the light green Haro flew into her lap, taking a lick of her ice cream, Hermione took a deep breath and spoke, "This year has been kind of rough on our friendship." "Why's that?" Vanille asked, Hermione sighed, "A escaped convict from a supposedly inescapable prison is after Harry because the connection to his parents and our new DADA teacher, and well.......... Ever since I had gotten myself a pet cat, Ron and I haven't exactly been getting along because he has a pet rat. I also have a secret I've been hiding from my friends........." Reaching into her shirt, she grabbed her Time-Turner and tucked it back away. She turned to Eiji, "Since I'm sure Ankh won't say about it or will be rude, maybe you can tell me, Eiji. What are the Core Medals and combos exactly?"

 

"If all the pages were used up, it would simply take far longer to fully restore. It would still be what it is; an incredibly powerful magical artifact." she went on to explain, trying to be as consise as possible.
"If all six-hundred-and-sixty-six pages were filled, think of what power that in itself would hold. That should be reason enough to prevent them."

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"Levi!" Dearche screamed as the girl was scewered on an exposed support pole from the building she had been thrown against.
At once her glare was turned towards Vader, who seemed to be barely keeping alive after all the damage he had taken from the Lightning Assailant, having apparently used the last of his energy to spite the girl.
She stormed towards him, rage gleaming in her eyes as she raised a fist and struck him clearly in the side of the head with it. Though her size meant the power behind the blow was low, it was more than one would expect from her.
"You think you can wound both of my loyalest subjects and run away into the afterlife with no punishment?!" she announed, pinning him to the ground with an Arondite binding spell. "You think that I would allow it?! No, you're going to stay alive, and you're going to pay for what you've done, do you hear me?!"
The bind had been imbued with one of her healing spells. Not enough to restore any energy to the Sith Lord, but enough to keep him alive until somebody more adept at such things could mobilise themselves. Ironic, that the Sith Lord should be kept alive by yet another life support system like this.

OOC: Ran out of time to post. Will finish the other parts later, Doctor included.