New Beginning 23: One for the Record Books

[The Mediocre Gatsby]

"If I could stop it, I would! I don't even know what this shit is!!!" he yelled. He tried to breathe slowly, and it managed to make the sword go away, but the "launcher leg", well, that was still armed and dangerous. The teenager had a lady standing over him, ready to put a hole in his head.

"MAKE IT STAHAHAHAAAP!!!!" He screamed.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Suddenly, The Marvelous Miscreant rises from his seat, his face a mask of violent frustration. He raises his fist and brings it down hard on the large conference table, smashing a large hole in it with a loud Crack!

"Nobody respects the sanctity of a secret meeting room anymore! For heaven's sake how are people just waltzing in down here?!"

Marv sighs, coughs, and calms down a little. In one quick motion he flexes his palm towards the young teenager, a bolt of white energy flashes from his palm and collides with the teenager's leg, sealing the dangerous weapon in a thick layer of quartz.

"Somebody get him to stop panicking", Marv demands as he lifts the destroyed table end up and repaired it with more quartz.

"We've got enough problem's without random Meta's dropping from the sky and screaming bloody murder. Kid...You need to quit panicking and calm down!

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"You probably need to pace more layers of protection on the room," I respond suddenly from one of the corners while sipping from a fresh cup of tea. "I do happen to have a few artifacts that can help with that if you want them."

[The Narrator]

" I got an idea!"  Narrators eyes glew. His body begin to subtlety vibrate. An ethereal music began to fill the room .

" it's called the music of the spheres. Back home the planets create a music that brings peace to all who hear it. I hope that happens here...."

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Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Oh please, come in...", Marv intoned sarcasticly, "...but yes, this room need more protection...", he added more seriously.

[The Narrator]

*music continues I Pour from Narrator*

"As powerful as we are do we really need protection?"

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Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Well, let's see," I respond as a sphere appears in my hand. "The first artifact I have here is the Buddha Ball. Guaranteed to protect a room by completely controlling the reality within a certain radius, that of a planet's. No guesses as to whose artifact it was originally."

A shield appears in my right hand as I continue, "Here I have the shield that can block any attack, and no I'm not pulling out the spear that can destroy anything for testing. Want to see anything else?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"Can we afford to not protect ourselves?"

[Zaleramancer]

Miss Blue, the lounging man and the angry gunwoman all simultaneously say, "I was invited."

The young man then gestured towards the Penultimate, "I think Penny is about to make a speech." He slipped further down into the chair, "He's got that serious speechy look about him."

[The Mediocre Gatsby]

"Okay... The missiles aren't going away... but what if I can fill them with something other than explosives?!" the teen thought to himself. He closed his eyes and imagined. He imagined the missiles being filled with something harmless. The most harmless thing he could think of. First it was stuffed animals... then it changed to something even more harmless than that.

"I hope this works! Hit the deck!" he yelled. The missiles launched from his leg into the air, beyond any forcefeild that was around him. As they whizzed about, everyone ducked for cover as they realized their protective measures had been nullified.

 The missiles collided in the air, and as opposed to exploding and making a ball of fire Micheal Bay himself would be jealous of, confetti and glitter filled the air and rained down on the lot of them.

"AWESOME! It worked!" he said, as his Leg Launcher shifted back into a regular human leg.

[The Narrator]

"Great, I'm covered in glitter. My dreams of becoming a strippers are coming true...." Narrator states sarcastically. 

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Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Vault waves her off. "Nah, nah, it's all right. He's already seen me, and I don't want to get the kid in trouble. Besides, it's just a little game." He said, stepping forward to face to Meteor man and extending his arm. "All right big guy, lets do this."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

With a twitch of hand, Marv sent the confetti and glitter flying into a bin in the corner.

"If you would be so kind, please refrain from anymore impromptu decorating. This IS my home after all....well part of it I suppose."

[The Mediocre Gatsby]

"Well, I do apologize, but it was either that or explosives, and I didn't want to ruin your..." he looked around, and noticed the room was filled with people. Powerful people, and all of them annoyed at him. "Decor with an explosion." He looked around again noticing all of the different people. They were all gathered for something..

 "Now, if it isn't too much trouble, could someone please tell me where I am, what's going on, and if you know, WHO I am?" he asked.

[The Narrator]

"I've lost track of where we were a long time ago.  But I can say that I am the Narrator. Reality bender, and seer of the fourth wall, king of jabberwocky!  Just FYI, I wasn't that annoyed.  Take a seat and collect your thoughts......."

*a seat appears behind the stranger, slides forward brining him to the table*

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Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Currently, " Marv chimed in," You are in my meeting room below my Home, in the City of Kethencia, on the planet Cykosha. We were in a rather serious dicussion over some recent events when you just...er...popped in. I assumed from the party upstairs, but now I have my doubts. I'm sure I don't know you, but it seems neither do you. Anywyas, where are my manners? I'm The Marvelous Miscreant, you can call me Marv....I run this planet."

Marv extends his hand.

[The Mediocre Gatsby]

"Party upstairs? What's that supposed to mean? I'm also pleasured to meet you. I'd shake your hand, but I'm afraid that mine would turn into some sort of... plasma buzzsaw if I reached out. I don't want to hurt anyone."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

"No need to worry, being ridiculously overpowered is the name of the game for all of us. Just put out your hand to shake, it likely won't hurt any of us."

[The Narrator]

"Yes, a party. We averted certain doom a chapter....I mean some time ago. But we were kind of in the middle of something relating to a possible big bad..."

"Maybe Penny could help you get your memory back...."

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Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Marv's hand becomes quartz...and bursts into flames.

"I wouldn't worry about injuries around here. Most of us are...resilient."

The flames extinguish themselves.

"Anyways, I'm sure you have a few questions...being thrown into all of this rather suddenly, so shoot....not literally of course. My rug is not as resistant as I am."