Fictions Mentioned:
Episode 10 - Hope from the Stars
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Tomorrow Never Dies · Sheryl Crow
Location:
Multiverse: KK 2004 Multiverse
Universe: ACMI Universe-Prime
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Dies irae - Animation OST: Unus Mundus
Japan (or Nihon) is a particularly (not) weird country in East Asia.
From the 12th century until the mid 19th century, Japan was ruled in the name of the Emperor by feudal military shoguns and was into a long period of isolation until the U.S. pressured it to open up to the West (as usual capitalist mindset) and after some internal conflicts and insurrections (basically assassinations and backstabbing) the Empire of Japan came into existence.
Throughout the late 19th and early 20th centuries Japan underwent rapid industrialization and started to expand its empire by military conquests against China and Russia which it won and started to become a dominating power of Asia.
World War I only brought in more benefits for the Japanese in their conquest of the great and prosperous region of Manchuria. Fast forward all the atrocities… I mean great military expeditions (invasions) into World War II with the all time role playing players into a massive Battle Royale for years and millions of deaths, damage to the economies of various countries due to bombings, and many more to be remembered as a testament to humanity's darkest hour to date. Mushroom clouds over the skies of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945 by the U.S. in the name of peace finally brought the useless war to an end.
"…"
It had been two years since then.
A tall effeminate-looking person with long white hair blowing through the winds watched the city of Tokyo… or what's left of it from the harbor alongside a young doctor who was of Japanese descent and had finally returned back to his home nation.
"It's been a while since I returned back to this nation."
The voice coming out from the person wearing nothing but a green hospital gown proclaimed in such a manner that it was quite difficult to pinpoint weather he was rejoiced or depressed at the sights. The voice sounded mechanized… it kind of gave one to question whether this person was a man or a woman… a child or an adult… a Saint or a Sinner… No matter what it didn't faze the young doctor standing beside him.
"Haaa… so what do you wish to do now… Aleister?" the young doctor, soon to be known in the future as Heaven Canceller, asked the tall man while putting his hands in his pockets.
"An institution… a curriculum… a city with the power of science to even the odds in this game… after all my plans don't change just because of some minor setbacks with the Golden," Aleister Crowley said, with a determination to see things through.
"I hope my patient won't take any drastic actions right now. You still have to recover your body a lot," the young doctor would say out of concern.
"Of course doctor… but the city is not being designed after me or someone else… it's being designed to set in the proper procedures to have a certain boy to enter its vicinity," Aleister responded.
"Who is this boy you are speaking off?," the young doctor asked, curious.
"He will come to me in due time… after all… he has something which constitutes more than 95% off my plans to enter the Pure World," Aleister said, as if he was looking to the far future, acknowledging and anticipating a certain boy within his plans.
Thus the long and white haired person in the green hospital gown started the building blocks of a city to the west of Tokyo which started to help Japan in its post war recovery efforts… as time went on, schools, institutions, research facilities and scientific innovations started to come up with a storm… and then the famous Power Curriculum Program helped the scientists start the artificial creation of Gemstones and called them Espers.
It finally declared its independence as a nation state from Japan and had thousands of young children being poured into this giant laboratory as guinea pigs for the sake of name and fame as the famous family of scientists called Kiharas created it as their home ground of human experimentations in the name of science.
One remembers the 'Stargate Project' being started by the U.S. Government to acquire the Gemstones to start their own Esper Development Program but was shut down due to underground wars with Academy City which brought in various Gemstones from around the World and gave them facilities for living to keep them grounded to the city rather than handing them over to some rival cooperation or C.I.A.
And thus the 'Magic-Science Treaty' was signed by both sides to keep out of each other's matters and left Academy City as the sole dominant 'Superpower' of the Science Side.
And this would open a doorway for a certain boy in the future.
Once upon a time...
There was an ordinary boy. One with an unordinary right hand. A right hand whose origin is an unknown; a mystery unfathomable to many. What is only known about his right hand is that it has the power to negate the powers and abilities that wielded by those who belong to the ranks of a magician, esper, and other forms and methods of supernatural phenomena. It was one that this young boy has yet to know and realize fully as it was yet to come to past in his future.
A power that can negate anything, even to the likes of the divine. A power that is both passive and active. A power that has such promise, such potential for that defines both greatness and downfall. A power that would unfortunately become the source, if one of many, of what amounts to the concept of misfortune.
One random event. One coincidence that amounts to a couple of stones that could and would be thrown against him despite his one constant desire of never truly hurting anyone. And they would all happen in complete succession. Step by step. In every time and place. One way or another, anyone and anything around him would tend to share in the misfortune in whatever shape or form.
God of Pestilence. Plague. Demon.
Such monikers were as insulting as depressing in and of itself. Toxicity was his lot. Pain was his lot. Suffering was his lot. Misfortune was his lot.
And such were to define him as such.
There were only a few blessings that he would be received and given that could never be termed as a misfortune despite the odds that were against him. His own two parents who loved him with all of their being, even in the most trying of times, when for one reason or another, they would undergo the undeserved harassments of the neighbors for every single day of their lives. And so would other neighborhoods seemingly follow in the footsteps of harassment that seem to come in such droves of mixed signals. Such were the lot that seemed bleak and depressing, for in the fullness of such darkness, all they ever really had was simply each other to count on and look after in contentment.
For in one instance, when the young boy only wanted to play with the other children in the simple playground, he was unfortunately shunned due to reasons that stem from either of the following: out of fear; because of the other children's parents who would forbade them for even interacting with him, never mind to play and have fun with him. It was all because of either reputation of hearsay, gossips and rumors that have yet to be confirmed; or through their own personal witness as they see the dominoes fall.
Financial problems. Health problems. Other problems that seemed to come completely out of the blue with no amount of warning. Such was the unfortunate lot that surrounds the young boy that only wanted to live a happy and simple life.
In another instance, when someone who had a deeply subtle and distrubing grudge against the boy, blaming him for ruining his career, drew graffiti outside of the family house while no one was there at the time. The graffiti would contain words such as "DIE, GOD OF PESTILENCE!" or "FUCK YOU, PLAGUE!" and other such foul, painful, and terrible words of implication that which could or should not be uttered even by children before their pre-teens.
In another instance, a random tree branch would crash down on a random street which would cause an automobile accident that would wound the passengers inside. The result of which let to some of the passengers requiring immediate medical attention due to critical conditions.
In another instance, pieces of hardware and equipment from the mall would suddenly go completely haywire for no reason.
Many more still followed. Many more that were unmentioned. Many that occurred only in passing.
But even after all of that, the young boy remained unharmed at the very least, safe for the very moment, because no one had no just cause or even good reason to harm him physically.
Yet.
But one day, everything had begun to change. Whether for better or worse is all a matter of simple perspectives.
For the past, present, and future is about to change forever. Nothing could truly overturn this. The moment of a hopeful encounter. One that would allow the young boy to meet a mysterious strange who would forever make an impact upon his own life. One mysterious stranger who would show him the stars.
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Max Payne 2 - Main Theme
In a certain suburban neighborhood, somewhere in the many cities and towns in the nation of Japan, the infamous land of the rising sun, many people from all walks of life were walking through the sidewalks of this neighborhood simply going about their business and daily affairs. The whole place was buzzing and teeming with life. The viewpoint was centered on three people though.
A young man, a young woman, and a little boy walking between them were walking from one side of the street. The little boy who was walking with both hands held by the two adults beside him. A key characteristic of the boy was his unnatural spiky-black hair. There was also the fact that the boy seem to be that of an age where he was attending a kindergarten school, a preschool educational approach based on playing, singing, practical activities such as drawing, and social interaction as part of the transition from home to school. In Japan, kindergarten is called yochien. It is perhaps one of the most important parts of Japan's education system as its where children start to learn a structure that they will continue throughout their school life. For it falls under the umbrella of the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology (MEXT) and its purpose is to prepare children for first grade and beyond.
The young boy's name is Touma Kamijou.
And he was simply walked with what could only be his parents who were holding his hand side by side, with a bright smile on his face despite the misfortunate life that he had experience for every moment that was given unto him, as he was happily and contently conversing with his beloved father and mother as they walked throughout the sidewalk with smiles that were present on their faces. One would think that misfortune was simply absent at this time of the day.
"Say Touma-san...would you like to get some ice cream to beat the heat?," the mother, Shiina Kamijou, asked the boy in a simple tone, with a happy, loving, and maternal smile that graced her youthful face.
"Really mommy, can I?," the young boy asked with a genuine smile.
"Of course, Touma-san," Shiina happily said.
The boy's smile widens even further, his aura generating the happiness that he was feeling for this particular moment. The loving and happy family continued walking down the busy sidewalks as various types of automobiles would simply pass by on the roads continuously, making their way to a certain ice cream vendor that was seen in the distance.
"Chocolate! Daddy, Can I have chocolate?!," the young boy addressed his father.
"Ooh...chocolate huh, Touma. I think I'm going to have to get some as well! I might eat yours though too!," the father, Touya Kamijou, sporting an amused smirk, could only respond with humor.
The boy's eyes widened comically at that. "No! I won't let you take my chocolate dad! I'll destroy that illusion!"
"Hmmmmmmm," both parents would laugh.
The young boy would raise his right fist towards the air in comical fashion while his parents, Touya Kamijou and Shiina Kamijou, laugh wholeheartedly at their son's bouts of energetic excitement as they were ultimately thankful at the very least that their son can still feel happiness despite the unfairness that his misfortunate life had treated him and their own family.
The trio would approach the vendor, with the father beginning to make his order.
"We'll have two chocolates, and one strawberry for the lady here please," the father said, stating the order.
The father says this to the attendant in a simple polite tone. However, the attendant looks at all of them warily, recognizing them immediately on sight, then he lands his eyes at the boy in question, and gives them a disgusted expression that was on his face.
"Sorry, but I'm not going to risk dealing with 'The Plague'...!," the atendant exclaimed.
And with that, he shuts the metal drop-down on their faces. The parents looked shocked at this form of hostility, slight grimaces adorning their faces, not surprised in the slightest that this would happen at the least and was wondering on how long until such misfortune catches up with them once again and ruin their happy family bonding. Yes, such was unsurprising to the point of having grown accustomed to it, likened to that of an old enemy that would never leave them alone for as long as they lived.
The family simply stood there in stunned and complete silence, the parent's expressions were not so very happy and that was a mere understatement. But then...
"Y-you know, Mommy, Daddy, I'm not really craving for ice cream today! My-my tooth has been kinda hurting lately."
The little young lad, Touma Kamijou, said this as quickly, all in a tone of concern and reassurance in order to give a little ease and comfort as he snapped his parents out of their stupor and deep reflection. They looked at their son who was giving them a strained smile of uncertainty, a smile that would try as best as it could to remain hidden and not to be a burden to anyone else. The parents were completely hurt from the inside just by seeing that. The fact that he was doing it again for the nth time pained them greatly, sharply, and thoroughly.
Both Touya Kamijou and Shiina Kamijou knew exactly why the attendant had refused to deal with them. And that was because of their son. And his misfortune.
They looked at the strained smile that their son was giving them, to reassure them that he didn't really want any ice cream when he clearly and truly did. The father made an angry expression as a result of this, born from such unfairness in the present moment that seems to head towards a future that seemed written in stone.
"These damn people!," the father thought.
After this misfortunate incident and circumstance, they were just walking down once again on the sidewalks of the suburban neighborhood somewhere in the many cities and towns of Japan after the vendor incident, when the vendor himself shunned the child because in his eyes, he was just trouble incarnate and that he would ruin his business if he as much as even interact with him.
While walking slowly in silence, they eventually went towards a nearby park, the mother and father were still distraught and saddened because they were always reminded constantly of the many misfortunate years of the unnecessary and unfair suffering of their son who was their shining light and joy in the darkness which was constantly surrounding them, and with it, the suffering that followed because of the circumstances beyond anyone's control.
Then his mother began to asked him in a sad voice. "A-are you sure Touma, we can just find another treat you know."
"I'm fine Mommy. I'm just happy we can be walking and talking like this. This is more than I can ever ask for...the right to just be with you guys for as long as I can," the young boy said with a smile.
Touma Kamijou begins to let out these words from his own mouth, words that seemed completely out of place for someone his age. With such misfortunate circumstances that was dealt with them, he only became much wiser and understanding in all his misfortunate years. The parents could only look at their son with a mixture of expressions that range from sorrow and pride.
Not being able to take it anymore, they immediately embrace their son and cried softly while Touma who looked surprised for a few moments begins to simply smile happily, hugging them in turn. The happy and misfortunate family stayed like that for a bit, not wanting to let go of the warm feeling in their hearts. The love that the parents had felt for their son was real and that no one and nothing would get in the way of that.
But...
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
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I Am The Doctor · Murray Gold
"You!"
A harsh voice of a man echoed throughout the streets of the simple beautiful park, causing the happy misfortunate family to look up from their embrace all the while attracting a few of the bystanders' attention.
"YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU GOD DAMN PLAGUE!"
The family and the bystanders that were watching this misfortunate random encounter had noted the form of a man a few feet away and he looked... well, not good, and that would be understating it. Bloodshot eyes, his hair unkept, swept all over his face. He has a business suit on with his tie. His left hand was clenched into a fist, while his right hand was holding...a knife!
"(Screams!)."
"He's got a knife!"
The man ran across the street at full sprint, wasting no amount of time in charging headlong towards the loving misfortunate family while they were still in complete and utter surprise and shock along with the bystanders who were just standing there due to out of fear of either of them and the man with the dangerous weapon that was on his right hand, and the parents could do absolutely nothing in their state as the man was running as fast as lightning.
He was just about to pull the child's right arm towards him as it was written down in a certain script. For in this script, this boy was about to suffer the most dreadful and painful back pain that he would ever experience. It was one that he would eventually carry for the rest of his life as it is written in this script.
However, that script is now about to be completely derailed and rewritten. Hope would begin to make itself known as the disheveled man was suddenly knocked out from behind. Someone came from literally out of nowhere. Someone who just so happened to be there at the right or wrong time and place depending on a matter of perspective, using graceful and elegant skills of martial art prowess to deliver a precise blow for unconsciousness.
As this scene of hope begins to happen by chance, the reverberating shock of everyone in the surrounding area was simply made apparent, partly because of the epic display of prowess and skill that this stranger had just demonstrated with simple ease, partly because of the fact that no one from the parents, the boy, the disheveled man, and the bystanders, had ever took notice of this stranger, for it was almost as if this stranger had suddenly appeared from literally out of nowhere, and partly because someone had took the chance to actually save the misfortunate boy who was well renown and infamous to some among the bystanders as "The God of Pestilence" with no form of hesitation whatsoever. All were in wonder as to who this mysterious person is. One that took the chance to save someone who was only a curse that must be avoided by the plague.
The mysterious person who intervened seemed to be a foreign man, someone who appears to be Scottish in nationality, one with brown hair and sideburns, who wore a brown pinstriped suit, with a brown Duster-type overcoat, and Converse All Stars for footwear.
"Well that ought a do it, haven't done that in a while," said the man, sporting such a winning smile.
After a few seconds of the misfortunate turned hopeful incident, the parents immediately got out from their shock and went in haste towards the side of their son and ask him many random questions that was full of vehement concern for his well-being such as on whether or not that he was alright or was he hurt in any part of his body. And then, the young boy would simply respond by shaking his head, telling both of his parents that he was alright, all the while never losing sight of the foreign man who had just jump into the fray and saved him at the very last second.
A curious thought of the mind of this boy. It was one that had never really happen to him before considering all the events of his misfortunate life. All the while as he thinks of this profound situation, some bystander calls immediately for the police.
The mysterious man with the brown pinstriped suit began to check the knocked out body of the business man thoroughly for any signs of consciousness for a few moments, and after verifying that he was indeed knocked out cold and wouldn't be getting up for a long while, he begins to immediately turn around and went towards the young boy and his parents in order to check, see, and ask all in one order if they were alright in surprisingly perfect Japanese, with a foreign accent that accompanies with it, derailing the popular cliché of foreigners being bad in speaking simple Japanese.
"Are you all alright?"
It was only a simple question. All made in a tone of concern. One that the parents took immediate notice as they cried in tears of gratitude, joy, and relief at this point as they were hugging their son so gently and tightly, constantly thinking on the fact that they almost couldn't let him go due to this misfortunate incident that was almost fatal, with possible death being felt and seen from their own naked eyes, were it not for the mysterious man that had swoop in and save him.
That never happened. No one wanted to help their son. No one wanted to be with their son. Always shunned. Always hated. Always ignored.
And yet this man didn't ignore such plight. This man could not stand idly by and watch as the moment of certainty would come upon the young boy who was their son. Only eyes of gratitude and relief were simply present.
Both Touya Kamijou and Shiina Kamijou were truly grateful and relieved from the bottom of their hearts. They look straight towards the mysterious man in question who had no qualms in saving their own son. As they stared at this mysterious man, they could somehow discern feelings of honest sympathy and empathy, coming in waves that would washed their burdened hearts, noticing his eyes that seemed so very old, almost a mismatch from the rest of the man's much younger physical appearance.
"Ye-Yes, we're alright," said Touya, almost stuttering in relief, standing up from while not losing his hands from the shoulders of his son.
"Tha-Thank You... Thank you so much for saving our child," said Shiina, speaking in a grateful tone, embracing her son as gently and tightly as she could.
"Eh, it's no problem at all," the mysterious man only made a wave with his right hand in a casual manner as if it were no big deal. "I just simply happen to be passing by while enjoying and basking in the sights of this wonderful park when I just so happened to stumble upon some random unexpected situation that I and no one else was expecting and I thought that I might help out a bit. Well that and besides, I have always had a thing with kids."
The mysterious man explained all of this with a friendly and casual, and then with a parental and serious tone at the very end, one that seemed so grave, one that came when the man had made mention of the term "kids" which made the parents have open eyes that are full of gratitude and understanding at their unknown savior, partly because of saving their only child that they loved from the bottom of their hearts from a fate that might have ended painfully for everyone involved most especially the child who might have suffered a dreadful back pain through the knife in some other life with the scandal that comes along with such an incident (timeline), and partly because the parents begin to simply understand by the very tone that the unknown savior had used, that he was a parent just like them and that he knew all too well how it feels for them to see their very own child in danger.
Meanwhile, as the mysterious man and the parents were talking, the child continues to stare at the unknown man who looks physically young in first appearance, but his brown eyes spoke of an entirely different story.
It spoke of a man who is ancient beyond years, who has seen and experienced so much that the child had thought that no one and nothing could possibly understand, and had committed crimes that could silence existence and reality itself, and yet somehow, he feels as if he could trust this foreign unknown man who has save him when no one else did. As if he were a beacon of hope wherever and whenever he goes.
Aside from his parents, and other certain family members, nobody had ever wanted to get close to him, whether if they were children, teenagers, or adults, and many of them were either afraid, indifferent, outright hate him, or treat him with a certain form of spite.
But this man feels different somehow, not fitting in either of the categories that were mentioned, almost as if this man could understand what it was like to have a misfortunate existence that would continue to plague and haunt him all the while not letting it or allowing it to break him down as he always kept running fast while never stopping for one single second with the Promise of the Name that he carries within his very own heart(s?).
And while the young boy was deeply thinking these strange thoughts which made him confused and understand at the same time due to such inner complexities that surround a paradoxical nature, the man that he was pondering about brought him out of his deep pondering, making a conversation with him immediately after speaking to his parents, sporting a look of paternal concern from his brown (and ancient) eyes while crouching to his level and height, as the father and the mother were holding the boy as gently and as tightly as they could, looking at this certain conversation silently as it was taking place.
"Excuse me, are you alright?," the mysterious man asked.
The young boy simply blinked, not expecting to be talked too, and immediately answers with a nod. "Yes mister, I'm alright."
The mysterious man nodded in acceptance, smiling in seeming satisfaction, beginning to ask the boy a certain question that stemmed from curiosity. "Good, That's good; Now tell me, what is your name?"
The young boy answered. "Kamijou Touma."
At that moment, the mysterious man begins to widen his eyes. Expressions of surprise, recognition, amusement, and concern occurred in seeming fashion the moment when the child said his very own name, looking back and forth towards him and his parents.
"Oh, really now. What a very odd name. "One who Purifies God and Slays Demons,"" the mysterious man could only shake his head as if in an epiphany. "I swear, you Japanese and your unique combination of names always do happen to have a meaning behind everything in life. All in backwards spelling at that for some other people. That and well, that little tidbit had reminded me a bit of my own name."
The mysterious man said with amusement and concern as the boy and his parents were simply blinking their eyes out, very curious about that statement that was made by this mysterious man. The boy would begin to take the initiative, asking the first part of the question which is as old as space and time itself out of mere simple curiosity that is as old as space and time itself as many countless others have asked this question before him, becoming an affectionate and irritant type of cliché as it were.
"Who are you?," the young boy asked.
Then the mysterious man had said something that sounded both seemingly ridiculous and heartwarming in hindsight to all of them because of the strangeness and uniqueness of the answer.
For it was less of name and more of a title of a professional whose role it was to care and save the lives of the sick and the elderly, for that was in the assumption of many people who are either learned or have just first met him and thought in the common sense of man. But there was one blunder amidst such hindsight. That a name and a title are different and yet all too true for those in the know, especially the ones who knew the origin of the name, with the Hippocratic Oath that entailed. and the promise that was forged in Ages Past. For the name that he spoke to them has been written into the heart of the Medusa Cascade itself, having the famous and infamous reputation of driving back gods, monsters, and demons throughout the Multiverse.
"I'm the Doctor," the mysterious man answered in a solemn tone.
An answer that was so straightforward, honest, and firm, all of which had prompted the young boy, being both inspired and confused, to ask the second part of the question.
"Doctor Who?," the young boy asked.
Then the mysterious man with a genuine smile said in continuation. "Just the Doctor."
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End of the World - Alternative Spectre Theme / Soundtrack
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Meanwhile, somewhere in the distance was a long, steel-blue haired woman in black and white Gothic Lolita clothing, simply observing and pondering on this very surprising and unexpected incident that has now taken place, now feeling the ripple effects of such an incident that would fit with her rank and stature among the gods themselves.
"How strange and yet so interesting," she thought to herself. "This was not supposed to happen originally. And the fact that he is here, now of all times, immediately begs the question in and of itself as to whether was this divine predilection."
Truth be told, she was simply strolling around and enjoying a moment of respite to herself after her well earned break in the politics of the upper levels of the Multiverse, simply passing by as she suddenly came upon this very important event in this universe's timeline. She was simply bored out of her mind, thinking to herself that she needed to unwind a bit, have a bit of fun and entertainment as it were. That and her interest was pique to say the least. And whenever her interest was peaked, she would stop at nothing to pursue whatever had peak her interests.
She, like many of a certain few, had heard of the infamous sufferings of the young boy who would one day be known as the Imagine Breaker, having heard from either hearsays or through the reviewing of the scripts that befits her role as a critic of stories, taking note of the immediate similarities between him and her other more pure self who had suffered in a far too similar fate, back when she was simply known by another name before taking the name of that she is well know for today. One who was the culmination of all negative emotions and memories eventually coalesced into being.
She came here to witness first hand with her very own eyes on what would now about to transpire. An event that would bring about his legend that would be known from every moment forward.
A young boy who was destined to stumble from one problem ad infinitum. A young boy who was destined to be an inspiration to many. A young boy who was part of the overall plan of a man who hides behind his windowless building, hidden from the very eyes of the world, making certain plans and commencing them with subtlety and tact, simply giving the necessary push and let the puppet do the rest just as it was foretold and planned out.
Such intrigue would bring her here, filled with moments of deep pondering and contemplation. Such potential for amusement, growth, and familiarity. For alas, ever since the passing of the Last Great Time War, a conflict that raged for an eternity, the scripts of many countless stories were either of the following. Edited. Deleted. Crumpled. Shredded. This was the common lot of stories in general, no matter what type of genre. This script was no exception.
Expectations. Opinions. All of which could be completely shattered in the blink of an eye. One that was likened to that of a pane of glass.
The script has changed. A Certain Magical Index - [REDACTED]. Changed completely to the point of becoming a blank slate. The swirling moments would begin to be felt. Effects that seemed subtle and yet was making such a profound impact upon the Multiverse.
There was no doubt in her mind that many of her fellow equals and others of high rank would take notice of the ripple effect as well. No doubt that her master would take note of it as well due to her role as a Spectator. She had no doubt that this simple news would spread like wildfire. Through a set of players and events, and through the meddling of a Lord of Time which was but the final stepping stone that would be taken completely into account when checking the anticipated paperwork that would be published on account of this event. Nevertheless, this seem likened to a perfect opportunity that was given unto her in particular, feeling thankful for her old friend and comrade, the Time Lord known as the Doctor, for giving her this profound opportunity.
She could feel it. The miracle occurring and spreading. One that was reaching out in salvation for others. A different type of miracle very much unlike her own and yet would also form a compliment to a being such as her. One that would touch her own cold heart that was forever brunt by the traumas of the unknown past.
A miracle has occurred and spread, one that was less than zero. An impossible event has happened in full. Wonders untold, mysteries unfolded, histories changing in the blink and flash of an eye. A complexity of hidden paths begin to be put forward to the test.
Unfolded are the routes made bare. Accessed the inaccessible. Diverge are the possibilities. A new moment of intrigue had come for all.
The woman would begin to recall of such a new moment of intrigue before. One that she had privilege of seeing as a spectator of honor.
Dies Irae (Day of Wrath).
"Come, gather and bear witness to my opera, now in the making. Its script is the height of cliché, I am forced to admit. And yet… Its actors are of the finest fold; beyond exquisite. Thus, I believe you will find it enthralling."
"Quite enthralling indeed, Lord Suigin," she thought with a smile.
It would appear that the Lord of Time had now become part of another grand script. Only this time, this script was now forged by his very own hand and that of many other others. And this script seemed to be covering the Multiverse at large as point by point was becoming clear and visible which was likened to that of a pachinko machine.
For she felt time likened to a rubber band, and there's a board with countless nails driven into it like a pachinko machine, the question is "which nails" will one hook it onto, and that's all there is to it.
She wonders with a mysterious smile. Perhaps the boy would see such potential grow and surpass to new heights of length, width, height, and depth. Perhaps the boy would be the one that she had the passing thought of looking into. A perfect fit and candidate for her other self.
Yes. Such was destiny being forged anew as she begins to feel the reverberating bond between the young boy and her other self that had now been connected like the red string of fate.
"We're led to believe that no matter how fiercely we struggle and resist, we cannot change the result on the die that are cast. That is the definition of 'fate'."
"Humans are wretched creatures, who walk into the future while staring back into the past! That's why they fail to notice even the most obvious pitfalls, and plummet headfirst into them like comical fools!"
Two moments of recall would pass by the mind of the woman. The former was during the time of her other self, explaining to a couple of refined young ladies of a prestige school on the definition of fate from her perspective. The latter was during a certain conversation between the woman herself and her fellow witch, Lord Battler Ushiromiya.
For the former, fate happens whenever one gives up. For the latter, fate happens whenever you try to move on without letting go of the past. Both sides of the same coin would provide some form of description of fate based on memories and experiences. Both of which retain equal amount of validity in the face of such perspectives upon the audience of interest. Agreements and disagreements. Such is the lot of those who ponder such refined moments of philosophy.
Perhaps this boy would provide a third option to this little endeavor. A third option that could provide an answer to her deep pondering. A third option that would prove to become a spanner in the works and become the unpredictable player.
For this boy would begin to embody both fate and determination, never accepting the outcome and forever strive forward, learning instead of letting go of the past which would amass an experience of wisdom and foresight, always taking into account both the old and the new. No answer is the same as the last just as no mystery is the same as the last. This boy seemed to spot certain threads from a mile a way. A gift which was imparted upon him from the moment of his conception. No doubt that it had honed due to such misfortune.
A common ground was now fully established between the boy, herself, and her other self.
"Yes," she thought with pleasure, approval, and impossible feelings as she gazes upon the young boy from afar, all the while as the breeze begins to wave her long steel-blue hair, clothing, and the nearby tree that she was standing beside, relishing in the simple shade. "He would do just fine."
The Witch of the Fragments, who has lived for a thousand years.
It is said that she lives in a world where the concepts of fate and possibilities can be visualized. She observes the fate of humans and sometimes interferes.
In other words, sometimes she is you, and sometimes she is your only friend. ...Understand?
She likes wine and spicy foods.
She hates boredom and people who never learn.
Lady Frederica Bernkastel. The Witch of Miracles.
Her interest was piqued. Her cold heart of boredom slowly turning warmer as the winds of time change. For both "Miracle" and "Certainty" are about to be defied by one who considers himself to be no one special.
No, the woman would shake her head in subtlety. That would never do at all. That young boy needs to be given the proper training and growth he deserves. What better way to make things more interesting in a world where good, evil, and everything in-between that would need the good old fashion lesson of the right hand. For the fate and destiny of the boy are now nothing more than just a blank slate that has yet to be painted over by a multitude of colors. The boy would now be free to decide upon his own future and fate. And with that comes the interesting part of the unknown. One that reinvigorates and revives the spirit of the woman, dispelling any immediate sense of boredom.
For as of this moment, history is about to rewritten in spades. Another fine young man to add his mark towards history itself. The same fine young man who could be the picture perfect match for her other self.
"The Imagine Point," said the woman, mulling over the newly created words that would ripple through creation, smirking in anticipation and amusement, softly laughing in a pleasure of refinement as hidden impossible feelings blossom forth from her cold heart. "Fu fu fu. How interesting this will truly be..."
Location:
Multiverse: 07th Multiverse
Universe: HWTC Universe-Prime
And thus came about the Imagine Point...
And through such a cosmic event of inter-multiversal proportions, it would automatically connect the young spiky-haired boy from far away to a young azure-indigo haired girl, one year older than the former, who was looking up to the clear blue skies, sporting a tilting, curious, and confused expression that was felt within her soul, as if there was an invisible thread - red string of fate - that would forever connect their souls to one another.
Rika Furude.
The only daughter of the family that runs Furude Shrine. Destined to play the role of shrine maiden in the Watanagashi Festival, which is held every year in June in light of the worship of Oyashiro-sama.
Location:
Many other multiverses...
Somewhere in the SK 1947 Multiverse...
There lies a huge field of roses, one that are very difficult to remove from the ground, with thorns that can rip into hands while they are in the ground, but become harmless after being removed, known as The Can'-Ka No Rey ("The Red Fields of None"), and in these beautiful fields lies a huge Dark Tower that is a part and one of many forms of Gan - The White - The Purpose, held in held up by six Beams of great size and length, visible only by their effects on the lands along their lines - such as patterns in the clouds. At each end of the Beams, there is a portal, for a total of twelve. Each portal is protected by a guardian animal. Across the infinite number of worlds, the Tower can only be entered in one: Mid-World. It is necessary to present a sigul of Arthur Eld in order to enter the Tower and in some legends it is believed the Tower itself gave Arthur Eld his Sandalwood Guns and sword Excalibur.
Out of the Prim arose Gan, animating spirit of the Dark Tower. From the magical waters dripping out of his navel, Gan spun the physical universe. But sensing that one world was not large enough to contain all possible manifestations of life and experience, he divided the universe into multiple, parallel realities, and set six magnetic Beams in place to maintain the alignment of time, space, size, and dimension in all of them. Gan sat at the center of the world-web, singing the rocks and mountains and trees into existence, singing the song of the White.
Each of its narrow twisting stairways led to a different level of creation - a distant time period, an alternate reality, even a completely unimagined and unimaginable version of now.
In the midst of the field of red roses, when a beautiful sunset would arise from the east, there was a tall and slim man, with hard features. He stands 6'3" tall, has black hair that is highlighted with grey, and light blue eyes that have often been described as "bombardier's eyes.". He wore western clothing that is composed of a cowboy hat with a leather hatband, olive green poncho with white Mexican designs, sheepskin vest, neck scarf, blue jeans, holsters, and cowboy boots. He has two special revolvers - Sandalwood Guns - that are located in the holsters.
The winds blew and wave his western clothing, sway in a constant motion amidst the simple breeze which comforts the old wandering soul. The man has his hands in his pockets, sporting a grave and determined expression on his face as he looks to the sky.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"(Sigh). Goddamn it, Doctor," he cursed, sighing heavily in exasperation, resisting the ugre to pinch his eyes out.
Roland Deschain.
Somewhere in the B10 Multiverse...
There lies a endless space between the spaces. A pattern was seen from the surrounding area of the deep night of black colors. For the total sum of time-space comprised of all realities - universes, dimensions, and timelines were seen in bright shifting patterns of complex shape and sizes,, likened to that of a living geographical map of space-time. As such, it consists of parallel versions of history, creating new realities. Each timeline is every bit as real as the others and there is an infinite number of them. The timelines also shift and alter into another. Many of them branched off since when the universe was first created from the beginning of time.
The surrounding area seemed to be a fitting example to the seeming images of origami in accordance with the Trea Xugau concept, a more refined version of string theory that was developed by the Chronians.
In the midst of the field of endless universes, there was a man with ancient grey eyes, black hair with shades of grey on the sides, has wrinkles on his face. He wears a white lab coat that has brown and black pouches and gold trim, and underneath, he wears a black turtleneck with a white scarf, and his brown vest has gold buttons and pouches. He has a pair of goggles around his neck, a metal gauntlet that he uses as his right hand and a fingerless glove on his left. He wears black pants that have brown kneepads, and he wears a pair of brown boots with gold straps. He was holding a special type of walking cane in his left hand that he uses for a variety of purposes.
The man was sporting a grave and determined expression on his face, silently observing all of the universes, dimensions, and timelines with the peculiar observing behavior of a professional scientist.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"Oh my old friend, just what have you gotten yourself into now," he said, sporting an exasperated and understanding smile.
Professor Paradox.
Somewhere in the Tenchiverse...
There lies a bigger on the inside laboratory from somewhere hidden deep beneath the shrine of the Masaki Family. One that was located in a dimensional pocket, seeming to expand in endless complex dimensions through the art of discretion.
In the midst of the endless lab, there was a woman with a unique hairstyle of red that denotes from the Noh Plays intended to resemble the (usually black) legs and claws of a crab that was a specialty in Osaka, Japan. She was very petite in height and stature, who wears simple clothing which is composed of a lab coat, with a red female t-shirt, with a white shirt underneath, a long dark green skirt, and black female shoes.
The woman was sporting a grave and determined expression on her face, typing from the advance keyboard with seeming speed, analyzing the current information and data that was present from the view screen of the advance computer interface, one that she was trying to ponder for the past couple of days.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"(Sigh). The Doc really does get a lot of attention these days, huh...," she mutters, sporting an exasperated smile.
Lady Professor Washu Hakubi.
Somewhere in the SPN 2005 Multiverse...
There lies a certain bunker that belonged to the Men of Letters, one that houses many artifacts and was located in Lebanon, Kansas, the geographic center of the contiguous United States. It was described as containing every object, scroll, and spell collected by the order for over a thousand years, as well as research and books on a variety of subjects. After more than eighty years have passed, the bunker still had functional power and water supply and was also capable of providing some form of Internet connection. Deemed the safest place on Earth, warded against any evil ever created.
In the midst of the bunker, there was a man of average height, wearing a pair of dress shoes, a black suit, a buttoned white-striped dress shirt, and loosened blue necktie accentuated by a beige trench coat.
The man was sitting at the table, sporting a grave and determined expression on his face, viewing a couple of classified files and folders.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"(Sigh). And there he goes again...," he mutters, sporting an exasperated smile.
Castiel.
Somewhere in the TK 1954 Multiverse...
There lies a certain mysterious house, one that has the automatic ability to travel countless worlds, both known and unknown, across the Multiverse.
In the midst of the house, there was a handsome Japanese man with brown eyes, denoting the experience of a battle-hardened warrior, who wears a red collared shirt, a black formal suit, black formal pants, and black formal shoes, with a significant pink camera that he was wearing around his neck that is known as the "Decade Pink" Blackbird Fly 135 Twin-lens Reflex Camera.
The man was sitting at the sofa, sporting a grave and determined expression on his face, checking and sifting through the many blurred photos that were taken from his camera.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"(Sigh). Somehow, I just knew that something like this would happen eventually...," he mutters, shaking his head.
Tsukasa Kadoya - Kamen Rider Decade.
Somewhere in the HS 1931 Multiverse...
There lies a certain mobile home trailer, located in the bright green forests of East Lansing, Michigan.
In the midst of the mobile home trailer, somewhere a few meters outside, there was a man who wears a metal prosthetic hand which denotes his experience in the unnatural, who wears a blue wrangler men's denim work shirt, a brown men's straight-fit carpenter jeans, a black leather body harness on his chest, and black men's pilot utility boot.
The man was simply sitting in a relaxing posture, sitting from one of the seats of the white wooden boat as he was holding the fishing rod, with the hook being sent into the waters of the lake, all the while sporting a grave and determined expression on his face, with the breeze of the winds gracing his face.
"(Sigh). Groovy...," he mutters his iconic catchphrase, exasperated.
Ashley Joanna "Ash" Williams.
Somewhere in the MV Multiverse...
There lies a certain building that is located on 177A Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, New York City, the Sanctum Sanctorum or the New York Sanctum, NY 10012-1406, one of the three bases of the Masters of the Mystic Arts. A private residence and the greatest concentration of occult esoterica and mystical phenomena in existence.
In the midst of the private residence, somewhere inside the Victorian style corridors and hallways, there was a handsome man with gentlemanly features, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, with combed well-kept hair with grey sides and a meticulously trimmed goatee, wearing yellow gloves, a blue tunic robe worn all over the body, and a scarlet red cape from his back that is known as the Cloak of Levitation, along with a mystical artifact that is worn around his neck that is known as the Eye of Agamotto.
The man was hovering above the ground, making a meditation stance with his eyes closed, sporting a grave and determined expression.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"Oh Doctor, just what have you gotten into this time...," he mutters, somehow not surprised, but was also exasperated.
Dr. Stephen Vincent Strange M.D.-Ph.D.
Somewhere in the DC Multiverse...
There lies a certain house, one whose origins is unknown to many but known to the ever so few, with the architecture being indeterminate and changes periodically, both inside and out, the House of Mystery.
In the midst of the house, somewhere inside, there was a a handsome man of British descent, with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a white button-down shirt, black trousers, red colored consciously-loosened necktie, beige trenchcoat, and black shoes.
The man was reading a book that deals with dangerous occult paraphernalia, sporting a grave and determined expression on his face, all the while sitting on his chair as the bonfire was lit right beside him, with the brightness of the orange flames being reflected upon his face.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"(Sigh). I guess it's that time of the cosmic day, huh," he grumbled, somehow not surprised at these turn of events.
John Constantine.
Somewhere in the TFP Multiverse, there lies a certain location on the shinning metal, technological world of Cybertron, one that is located in the capital city of Iacon.
In the midst of the capital city, there was a giant machine like figure, with ancient blue eyes, tall in stature, sporting the colors of red and blue.
The giant machine was looking down upon the advance city from a high platform area, with both hands placed to his back, sporting a grave expression, looking through the vast metal area where there were many Cybertronians simply going about their business. Observing the towering futuristic city and the vast metallic plains, spiraling metal mountains and bottomless neon-lit chasms. And then he turns his eyes to the stars of the heavens above.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"Hmmm... This is most concerning... I would have to consult the Thirteen Primes for this...," he mutters, sporting an expression of concern.
Optimus Prime.
Somewhere in the ST 1966 Multiverse, there lies a certain location in San Francisco, California, one of the most important cities in the United Federation of Planets (UFP) or commonly referred too as the Federation, home to the Federation Council, Starfleet Headquarters, and Starfleet Academy. It was also renowned as a center of culture, with numerous significant landmarks such as the Golden Gate Bridge, the Presidio, the Embarcadero, and Alcatraz.
In the midst of a certain park, specifically Glen Canyon Park, there was a man with grey hair and a grey beard, who wears a black business suit which is composed of a white dress shirt, black jacket, black pants, black underwear, black tie, black socks, and black leather shoes.
He was sitting on a nearby wooden bench, admiring the beauty of the wildflowers in full stunning display, before he eventually decided to look up as he sported a grave expression on his face.
For he too sense the Imagine Point.
"Oh old friend, you really can't help but draw attention to yourself, can you?," Q smirked in amusement, recognizing the work of an old friend at work.
Q.
Somewhere was a realm unlike any other...
The Realm of the Darkness Above and Beneath.
And it was in this place where the fallen Old Gods, a loose pantheon of eldritch demonic deities and among the most powerful beings in the Multiverse, usually being beyond the comprehension of humans in terms of scale, power or motivation.
"████████████████████████████████████"
And there were many such gods who could only growl and howl in unutterable tougues as it rends the blacken crimson skies.
For they too had felt the Imagine Point.
And someone among them...
It was a man. But this one wasn't human. Far from it. He seem twisted to the core based on it's devil-like appearance. Half of its face sporting a dark molten wax color, and slasher like smile from a multitude of mouths from his body, all with hands behind his back, with his left normal eye and the multitude of his eyes glaring daggers that would deeply strike the souls of both gods and mortals alike. And there seem to be a serial assembly of connected pieces typically made of an unquantifiable metal, with an overall character similar to that of a rope in that it is flexible and curved in compression but linear, rigid, and load-bearing in tension, would be found wrapping around him from the inside and could be summon at will, poisonous to any god lower than himself.
For he is a proud god who ruled over a multitude of worlds.
He was currently seated on a throne, sporting a grim expression.
For he too had felt the Imagine Point.
"Lord of Time, once again, you prove to be quite a nuisannce to us and to my master," he said in an unutterable dark and accursed language of old that could not be deciphered or verified, gnashing his slasher-like teeth in displeasure.
Lord Jeser, Prince of Many Faces. The Right Hand of the Crimson Monarch - the Scarlet King.
Somewhere quite far away was a place of time immemorial...
The Angelorum Sanctorum.
Known by the various names of an afterlife for the good and the true.
Songs of hosannas in the highest were the place that rendered such realms sacred and timely. A place that is a hallowed form of ground which stands in ethereal fashion made out of metals and clay that was forever ancient and new. This place seem to be a balcony of sorts, almost likened the hallowed walls of the holy city of Jerusalem, only as thrice in size and cubic meter. It was in this place where the winds seemingly blew fair, a realm untouched by the war that was presently happening most of everywhere and everywhen.
From the place stands someone who seemed to be a tall, beautiful golden haired woman, with golden maternal eyes that seemingly flashed into ephemeral light, wearing what seemed to be a religious habit that is likened in appearance to a Carmelite nun. On her back were twelve dove-like wings that were seemingly hidden and yet bespoke of something beyond the realms of mortals and gods, with hidden eyes that sees all without question. A woman who was likened to a fiery flying serpent, a symbol of sovereignty, royalty, divinity and divine authority. A woman who wields the fourfold concept of Four Worlds: Assiah ("World of Action"), Yetzirah ("World of Formation"), Beriah ("World of Creation"), and Atziluth ("World of Emanation").
Her maternal gaze of pure light and divinity that radiates a holiness that seemed pure without blemish, one that could not be described by the tongues of both mortal and god alike, was presently directed towards somewhere far away, looking at the young boy who would one day be known as the Imagine Breaker.
"Gloria in excelsis Deo. (Glory to God in the highest.)," she said in an act of praise and anticipation, sporting a maternal smile on her face. "Touma Kamijou, my Grandchild of Time, one of the ten, beloved of the Angelus, at last...your time has arrived."
Lady Michael the Archangel. Leader of the Heavenly Host of the Angelus. Mother Figure of the Doctor.
Ending:
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant
12 Core Characters:
Roland Deschain - A: Clint Eastwood
Professor Paradox - A: David McCallum
Lady Frederica Bernkastel - VA: Yukari Tamura
Lady Professor Washu Hakubi - VA: Yuko Kobayashi
Castiel - A: Misha Collins
Tsukasa Kadoya/Kamen Rider Decade - A: Masahiro Inoue
Ash J. Williams - A: Bruce Campbell
Dr. Stephen Strange - A: Benedict Cumberbatch
John Constantine - A: Matt Ryan
Optimus Prime - A: Peter Cullen
Q - A: John de Lancie
New Characters:
Touma Kamijou (young) - VA: Atsushi Abe
Rika Furude (young) - VA: Yukari Tamura
Touya Kamijou - VA: Nomura Kenji
Shiina Kamijou - VA: Inoue Kikuko
Aleister Crowley - VA: Toshihiko Seki
Heaven Canceller - VA: Yutaka Nakano
Mercurius - VA: Kousuke Toriumi
Lord Jeser, Prince of Many Faces
Lady Michael
