Account Name: Esteban Universidad
Sorry about earlier, I got called away by an emergency but I am back and I got a lot to tell. It all started earlier when the TV was taken over by Peridot who happens to be, well kind of a bad girl but she's kind of a scared one at the same time too. Anyways we rode my Lion to the communications hub which we knew Peridot had repaired so we could stop the signal.
(Lion came out of a portal with Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl on his back. He immediately dropped down once they've arrived, and Steven popped out of his mane.)
Amethyst wanted to fuse with Garnet like before to form Sugilite but last Sugilite was here we had…a few problems. So Garnet benched Sugilite and asked Pearl to fuse with her.
(Garnet and Pearl began to dance, ending with Garnet throwing Pearl into the air, and she spun mid-air before spread eagle falling back down into Garnet's arms and they fuse into Sardonyx as a flash of orange light began to emanate from Garnet's prior position. Sardonyx slashes the pillar of light, which turns into a falling curtain and small lightning dragonflies.)
Sardonyx was amazing. She so articulated and she made a fusion joke. She then worked on destroying the communication's hub.
(Sardonyx summoned Pearl's spear, and taps her shoulder, pretending to be distracted. She then summoned Garnet's gauntlets, and inwardly dual-punches the spear just as it's falling to form a war hammer. She then caught it, landing in front of Steven, Lion, and Amethyst.
She spins her hammer away from her, which disappears in a cloud of lightning dragonflies. Lion tries to catch them in his mouth. Sardonyx immediately destroyed the hub and then changed into dragonflies as Garnet and Pearl replaced her in their dance position. The two looked at each other and started giggling and spinning together.)
It was fun time but Amethyst was a little down, probably about Sugilite being benched. Then yesterday the TV went crazy again and we found the hub had been fixed. We went back and when Pearl and Garnet fused again Amethyst didn't take it well. I came up with the idea of catching Peridot and giving Amethyst the credit to make her feel better. We waited there for a whole night but Peridot never showed up.
It was someone else.
(Steven spots Pearl repairing the hub.)
When we revealed who it really was Garnet was…I never saw her act like that before. She and Amethyst fused into Sugilite and they just wrecked the place.
(Amethyst and Garnet fused, forming Sugilite who turned away from Pearl and destroyed the communications hub with one single punch.)
She hasn't spoken to Pearl at all since then. Pearl's been out looking for Peridot while Garnet has refused to talk to anyone about it, even me and Amethyst. Now I am here on this blog page, talking because I simply do know what to do. My friend Ben told me of this net site and that I might find someone to help me.
My name is Steven Universe and I am sharing my story.
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"Online socializing, the form of communication you see almost everyone using. It is literally the mouth of the internet. It would be a challenge to find someone who does not use some form of online communication in this day and age. Heck, even I use it." TOM remarked, closing Steven's page and opening his own. "Pardon me if I keep my username secret. Can't have everyone asking for my wisdom all day and night. We all like to believe we have someone out there listening to us and in some ways this is therapeutic. Just don't get addicted because if there is always a chance a simple form of communication ends up taking over your life."
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"Geez, how long does it take for you guys to go through all those exercises?" Wally asked, watching as Nigel and Abby came back inside after spending most of the morning training.
"It's part of our training, Wally. Hunters have to rely on more than just their Aura, Semblance or their weapons." Nigel answered, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge. "We have to train our senses to the absolute limit. Abby's a Faunus and she has better senses than the both of us."
"While you need to keep on working improving your vision." Abby remarked with a smirk. "Who knows when you might lose those fancy sun glasses?"
"Probably around the same time you lose your lucky hat." Nigel retorted, smirking back.
"We wouldn't want that to happen now would we?"
The kids spun around as Monty Uno entered the room, holding the newspaper in one hand. "I see both finished your exercise for the day?"
Nigel and Abby nodded.
"Good. When you two asked to be trained as Huntsmen I stressed it would be difficult. These days many Huntsmen make the mistake of relying mainly on their weapons or their Semblance to win or survive. If you have any hope of living a long life you must train yourselves physically and mentally to be the best at anything." Monty lectured as put the paper on the table. "That includes learning how to push not just your strength but also your sight, hearing, smell and even taste to the absolute limit. Abby, as a Faunus your senses are naturally superior to a human's and with time and training they could be what saves your life and many others."
Abby quickly nodded, accepting his advice.
"Nigel, you may not be a Faunus but that makes you no less gifted so as long as you continue down the path of training your body and mind. Too many a huntsmen get lost because they do not need to see the need to train in all areas." Monty continued with his son. "Now, I believe you three mentioned wanting to meet with one of the competitors you met at the tournament. Marceline, I believe her name is?"
"Yeah. She's got some cool stuff to show us and her mom's a Huntress." Wally said with an excited look. "I can't wait to see what cool stuff she has."
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"I can't believe the boring stuff you have! OW!"
Abby quickly took her hat off and used to whack Wally up the side of his head before putting it back on. "Sorry about that. He was born with his fist in his mouth."
Marceline shrugged. "No biggie. Not a lot of people are into the stuff my dad collects."
Marceline's adopted father, Simon owned an antic store which Marceline was now showing to the three guests after Monty had dropped them off.
"So he travels around the world, collecting these relics?" Nigel asked, taking a quick glance around.
"Yep. Most of this stuff is said to have been around since the Forgotten Age." Marceline nodded, leading them through the store. "He's visited a lot of ruins to try make and sense of everything that happened in those days. Thanks to the Grimm we've lost a lot of history and Simon's working to try and piece it all back together. Like this thing here."
Marceline stopped at a desk where a large golden crown with three rubies embedded in it sat. "Have no idea where this came from. Simon first thought it came from one of the kingdoms of Europe but turns out it's even older than that. Old enough he thinks it came from when there were still dinosaurs."
Nigel stared at the crown, feeling something odd about it. "That old, huh?"
"Yeah. He's done his best to work out what happened in those days, aside from already knowing the a meteor came, wiped out the dinosaurs and later created the Grimm." Marceline opened a book. "He found this tome close to where he found the crown. Check out this ugly mug."
Marceline showed them a page with the picture of a skeletal creature with green, rotting flesh and two gnarled horns, sitting on a throne above a black cauldron. Under the picture there was writing in a strange language a piece of paper Simon had placed next to it to translate the writing.
All Will Kneel To The Horned King
"The Horned King?" Wally snorted. "What, he thinks he's a king because he's got a couple of horns sprouting out of his head?"
"Yeah. Apparently he was some bad guy back in those times. Simon used to tell me stories like this one when I was little; using myths and legends he had read up and make them sound like fairy tails." Marceline closed the book and put it back on the desk. "Legends say he was an undead skeleton who tried to conquer the world by turning everyone into zombies or something like that."
"Wow…Now that's history I would like to read about." Wally said, becoming interested.
Abby rolled her eyes. "Of course you would. You purposely skip out of history class every chance you get."
"I don't want to learn history so why should I go to history class or math class?" Wally shrugged. "They don't give me anything about killing Grimm."
"Because…you are supposed to." Abby sighed and shook her head.
Marceline snickered a bit. "And here I thought I was the rebel."
"You skip class too?" Wally asked.
Marceline shook her head. "No. Betty would kill me if I did that. The best I do is verbally destroying any idiots who like to bother me."
"It's official. I like you." Abby remarked with a smirk.
"Thanks. I have kept in touch with a few of the others from the tournament. Remember Kenny?" Marceline changed the subject.
"That tough guy who took down that Nazz girl and tied with you?" Nigel recalled.
Marceline nodded. "Yeah. I asked him if he could give me any tips on fighting and he agreed to show me. He lives over in GrimmFall Park."
"He lives in the park?" Nigel asked confusedly.
"Yeah. Apparently he lives with one of the workers over there." Marceline answered. "Betty's been teaching me how to be a Huntress but she's also encouraged me to seek out other people who can teach me."
"We've followed that advice too. My dad's been training me and Abby since we were little and it was the same with Wally and his uncle. We've learned under both of them since Wally moved here from Australia." Nigel pointed out with a smile but chuckled nervously. "Wally's uncle really put us through the ringer with that endurance course he set up."
"Ouch." Marceline snickered. "Any advice?"
"Have plenty of water and ice packs." Abby said dryly. "Wally's the only one to make it through close to the ten hour mark."
"Ten hours? Yeesh. Someone takes their training seriously." Marceline remarked. "Guess I better hope Kenny can give me a few pointers so I can work on upping my own training. You guys want to come along?"
"Sure." Wally shrugged. "I'd love to see how this bloke would handle me."
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"Come on, come on." Hoagie whispered as he waited for the search results to appear on his tablet. "And…dozens of results but all them hoaxes or don't match." Hoagie sighed, lowering his tablet. "Why did I even bother?"
Why did he bother to stay?
The so-called competition was hoax made up by Bill who wanted something else from them.
Something extremely dangerous.
"Nothing in all the SkyWeb comes even close to describing the Owl." Hoagie sighed, lying down on his bed. "What do I do now?"
He couldn't do much else in this town and with the competition getting closer he needed to do something.
"Better go see if Dipper's got anything." Hoagie whispered, getting off the bed and heading to the door.
He barely made it down the hall when something stopped him.
"Where do you think you are going pipsqueak?"
'Uh-oh.' Hoagie thought as he turned around, spotting his grandma walking up to him. "Grandma? What are you-"
"I was just about to ask you the same question, Tommy." Lydia cut her grandson off harsly.
"My name is Hoagie, Grandma." Hoagie protested weakly. "Tommy's my brother."
"Whatever!" Lydia snapped. "What are you doing, sneaking out again? Didn't staying out late teach you anything?"
That's right, the whole time Hoagie had ended up in the astral plane after sent there by Bill his mother nearly had ten panic attacks, thinking a bear had got him. Hoagie had ended being grounded by his overprotective mother, forbidden to leave the mansion until the party and contest was done.
"Um, well you see-"
"Ah whatever. Let's just go."
Hoagie stopped, seemingly frozen before finally speaking. "What?"
"I am bored out of my mind here. Your mother and brother, the little Hoagie are out on a boating trip so I got nothing to do." Lydia complained.
"Why didn't you go with mom and my brother?" Hoagie asked.
"And go out on a lake and risk being surrounded by shark Grimm? What are you, crazy?" Lydia snapped. "Now let's go. Where did you plan on sneaking off to?"
"A shop called the Mystery Shack." Hoagie answered, now walking out of the mansion with his grandmother.
"Still better than this dump." Lydia shrugged. "Let's go."
"Pardon me." The Gilligans stopped, spotting Dexter O'Reilly and his younger namesake walking up behind them. "I could not help but overhear you both speaking and was wondering if you would allow my grandson to accompany you to this Mystery Shack. My grandson could use a day of socializing with others his age during our stay."
Hoagie glanced at the younger Dexter and could see the boy wasn't that much interested and felt slightly indignant from the patronizing look younger O'Reilly was giving him.
"Whatever. Can we just go?" Lydia replied impatiently.
Shaking his head Hoagie decided to simply ignore the elder's grandson and simply lead his grandmother to the Mystery Shack. Maybe Dipper has made better progress than he has.
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Buttercup wasn't sure what to do.
After her talk with the professor things had quieted down in the Utonium household but it didn't give the sense that things were better. Her sisters threw small scowls at her, quietly blaming her for what happened with Elmer. At least the professor remained cordial with her and seemed to put the mess behind him. Still, the fact that things were quite didn't make things better.
"What do they expect from me? Walk into prison, look Elmer in the eye and say 'sorry'?" Buttercup asked, pacing around the trailer of her friend, Mitch Mitchelson.
She had taken shelter here because it was the only place she felt she could actually vent her frustrations.
"Ah, who cares about the paste eater? He's locked up now so it's not your problem. Besides, who needs him when you got this?" Mitch shrugged, holding up a poster to show her.
Buttercup looked it over. "Pleasure Island?"
"Yeah, a neat place where we can go and have find without people like your sisters judging us. It's supposed to have the best rides with no adult supervision" Mitch laughed. "Me and the boys are planning to go there tonight."
"Really?" Buttercup took the poster. "How do you know this is real?"
"We've seen it a couple times thanks to some other kids who showed us." Mitch answered. "Come on, this is perfect. You can have a night where you don't have to care about what your dad and sisters think."
Buttercup thought it over for a moment. "It does…sound fun."
"Great! So let's go." Mitch grabbed Buttercup by the shoulder. "Trust me, this will be awesome."
Buttercup wondered if she wasn't making a mistake but she just needed to get away from all the trouble with her family about Elmer.
Just one night of fun couldn't hurt.
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Reboot Complete
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Power System On-Line
Audio Sensors On-Line
"Guys, I think he's coming around."
Visual Sensors On-Line
He groaned he was greeted with a blinding light which was odd considering the nature of his being but images soon sharpened and he looked around, seeing himself in a large room and lying on a large bed.
"Drac? Are you all right?"
He groaned as he sat up, looking up to see Scotty Blake staring down at him. "Bl-Blake? Where am I? What happened?"
"You shut yourself down after you took a serious hit. I brought you here so the boys could fix ya." Scotty explained.
"Here?" Dracon looked out the window, seeing a long grassy plain with numerous hills. "Where are we?"
"The Highlands. Where else?" Scotty asked rhetorically with a smile.
"I'm in Scotland?" Dracon grunted as he stood up, staggering a bit. "Why am I all the way here? We were in Nowhere."
"Celtic Magic." Scotty gestured to his sheathed claymore. "I brought us here because I didn't have time to explain to those stiffs who helped build you what happened."
"So instead you brought me here? Where is here in Scotland anyways? Are we in Skyfall?" Dracon checked over himself.
"Nope. We are in my home." Scotty gestured to the insignia of a grey cat on the wall. "Castle Blake."
"Now when you say 'we'…" Dracon started but trailed off.
"Look who's awake!" An obnoxious voice said behind Scotty and out came X the Eliminator, wearing an apron and carrying a tea tray. "Good morning, Sleeping Tin Can."
"Why are you here?" Dracon sighed.
"I needed to make some kind of appearance along with explaining how I am still standing even though One-Eye kind of skewered me." X snickered as another X, one not wearing an apron stepped out behind the first one.
Dracon stared. "What the blood?"
"It's my Semblance: Triple X!" X laughed as the apron wearing X disappeared. "I can make up to three duplicates of myself that look like me, act like me and even die like me when they get hurt enough. Really came in handy a few times."
Dracon decided to change the subject. "So what happened? I remember chasing the spirit called Skulker and then…Katz and Skarr!"
Scotty held up a hand to calm the Gundam down. "Don't get your gears in a twist, dragon boy. No one was hurt but we lost the spirit."
"And what about Katz and Skarr?" Dracon asked.
"Drove them off. Though not before Skarr got an upgrade." Scotty drawled.
"What?"
"You've fought Skarr a few times before so you know how tough he is, right?"
Dracon slowly nodded, remembering his past battles with the one eyed Fallen. The first time he barely survived and the second time he had Tina with him and even then it was a tough fight since Skarr had back up at the time.
"Those times you fought him he was still a Newborn by Fallen standards. We pushed him hard enough that we triggered the Grimm essence him to act up and possibly force him to evolve to the next stage." Scotty explained.
Dracon didn't like the sound of that. "Noble Class. The level where Fallen begin to first master their Grimm instincts to kill and their powers."
Scotty nodded. "And just one level below the Majesty class, like Sammael and that tree ogre calling himself Moloch or Beast or whatever."
"So Skarr might come back even stronger. Great." Dracon sighed, rubbing his head even though he didn't have an actual headache.
"Assuming he can master his instincts." Scotty replied. "If he fails he'll just be as mindless as any Grimm and Sammael will dump him in the Pit of Hate until he either actually controls himself or when he can be sic'd on anyone who might be a problem."
"And Katz?"
"Ran with his tail between his legs." Scotty scoffed. "Probably on his way back to Sammael to explain how things went wrong."
"He may not live that long." Dracon said, trying not to feel satisfied. "I've heard when it comes to certain failures Sammael can be…unforgiving."
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"Must you have been so rough on him?" Dr. Algernop Kriegar muttered as he looked over the damage.
Kriegar should have seen it coming. It was normal for something like this happened, especially when someone had managed to disappoint his client so thoroughly. It had happened before and he had no doubt it would happen again.
It almost seemed like a rite of passage when it came to recruiting new members.
Some would speak out, questioning Sammael's judgement or going as far as to defy him. Surprisingly he did not act as a typical warlord would and smite them where they stood. Instead he ensured their understanding and compliance through other means, some through diplomacy and others through force like what had just happened with the patient. It all depended on the individual and what they had done to warrant any form of retribution.
In patient's case his mistake was cowardice.
"I assure you, Doctor that the patient would have been more damaged if I had not stepped in." Sammael replied, standing on the other side of the table, watching as Kriegar worked diligently to save the patient's life. "He can be saved?"
"Would you have me here if he couldn't be?" Kriegar asked rhetorically but quickly became professional to avoid suffering his client's wrath much like the patient had. "He will live with only a few scars hidden by the fur. I am sure that it is appropriate considering the name of the one who inflicted these injuries. As it stands he will make a full recovery."
"Very well." Sammael seemed satisfied as he turned away.
"I know he ran from the mission. But why discipline him in such a manner?" Kriegar asked as he applied some stiches.
"Because if I cannot trust him to place the objective of his missions above his own selfish desires then I have no use for him." Sammael remarked coldly. "Everyone here is expected to remember what is at stake and if they cannot see it through they have no place here."
"Of course." Kriegar conceded. "And General Skarr?"
"Leave him to me." Sammael answered as he stopped at the doorway. "If Katz happens to awaken before you leave be sure to tell him I would like to speak with him."
Kriegar nodded. "Yes sir."
Sammael stepped into the darkness of the door and vanished, leaving the doctor to tend to his foolish patient.
With luck the fool would learn the lesson he had been taught.
The Lesson of Pain.
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Name: Unknown
Alias: X the Eliminator
Aura: Purple
Semblance: Triple X
Description: X can create up to three duplicates of himself that act like him, talk like him and fight like him and can even bleed like him when injured. However when injured enough the clones disappear. It has been shown the clones also represent different sides of X's personality.
Weapon: N/A