Yeah they're all either absorbed, dead, knocked out or have retreated to fight another day. Omni however is here, but you can't hurt him. Garrat learnt that the hard way
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Again, the attack went through OmniP. "Truly, you people have no brains do you?" He grabbed Misfit's foot a threw her into a wall. "I chose what does and doesn't happen, remember that."
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Cat-girl walked up to Lycan. "Wow that was amazing! Awesome fighting! Say, you wanna go watch a movie sometime or something?" As she said this she blushed.
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Cat-girl walked up to Lycan. "Wow that was amazing! Awesome fighting! Say, you wanna go watch a movie sometime or something?" As she said this she blushed.
"God or not when you say stuff like 'remember that' you sound like an idiotic tool. Is that what you are a god of tools." said Misfit getting to her feet
Cassandra looked at the one called Omnipotent.
"That is a lie... You aren't a god, a demi-god, but not a god."
She said, as she got up off the ground.
"That is a lie... You aren't a god, a demi-god, but not a god."
She said, as she got up off the ground.
OmniP laughed loud. "I'm a tool?!" He laughed again. "I'm the god of tools?!" He laughed harder. "I'm not called Omnipotent for no reason you know. I can do all!" He turned to Cassandra. "You say I'm a Demi-God, but what do you have to compare me to? Anything you think is stronger then me isn't. There is only one who knows more then me too. A fellow God, but you'll meet him eventually." He began sinking into the floor. "Remember what you have witnessed today, for it is but a fraction of my power." He sank into the floor completely, gone.
Bridget kept staring at the floor where Omnipotent sunk in.
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After about three minutes, she turned and walked to the destroyed door, before leaving and sitting on the road.
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After about three minutes, she turned and walked to the destroyed door, before leaving and sitting on the road.
Cassandra caught misfit, only to find herself fall to the ground.
"Someone help me up..."
She said, as she fell unconnscious, holding misfit in her arms.
"Someone help me up..."
She said, as she fell unconnscious, holding misfit in her arms.
"Uh..." blushing himself as he sheathes his sword "We should help the others and see if something happend to them" running back into where the other three entered the building and sees Cassandra and Misfit on the floor. "Oh hell!" Rushing over and picking up Cassandra and helping Misfit up. "I'll take her inside to the med-bay and do what I can." Waving over to Cat-girl to have her help with Misfit, while leaning her up against a chair. "Don't worry, I'll have you fixed up." Heading inside with a bloody Cassandra in his arms.
"Oh crap..." Cat-girl walked off and came back with her wheelbarrow. She put Misfit in and wheeled her to the medical room. "Misfit, what the hell happened? Where were you?"
Oh well you see, today was Bat-family dinner, so I was in Gotham, thought I told you, sorry. Have you alway had two heads Cat?" she said, still a little bit dizzy
Dartor also entered the medical room straining under the weight of Frost Knight's bigger frame. Seeing the others he barely even responded to them as he trudged over and manhandled Frost Knight onto one of the beds.
With a grim look on his face Dartor picked up one of the small tools by the bed and began to check Frost Knight over with it. "No broken bones or internal bleeding. That's good." Though his voice didn't seem to hold any good cheer. "Should I check them over as well?" Dartor asked though it barely seemed a question at all.
With a grim look on his face Dartor picked up one of the small tools by the bed and began to check Frost Knight over with it. "No broken bones or internal bleeding. That's good." Though his voice didn't seem to hold any good cheer. "Should I check them over as well?" Dartor asked though it barely seemed a question at all.
Laying Cassandra down onto a bed and inspecting her over "She was bleeding in some spots...but I think it will settle." Hoping right in his judgement "....I'm gonna head back down there and guard...as well as get some information." Remembering that Mordecai is still out cold outside thinking *Lets see why they were here.....* Cracking his knuckles as he headed out of the Med room.
"Right." Dartor said to Nathan's back. "Call if there's any... trouble." Dartor said with a dead note, it wasn't quite clear if he knew what Nathan was planning or not.
Walking over to Cassandra he first looked at her hands covered in blood. The wounds were bad but strange and though they certainly drew the eye they were not particularly dangerous at the moment. The sight of blood on her lips though drew a very different reaction. Internal bleeding could cause death without any other warning.
Taking the tool he had been using Dartor examined Cassandra and quickly found the problem. A cut along the inside of the back of her throat had appeared and was letting blood into the passageway. Fortunately the wound had clotted and the bleeding had stopped, good thing as it would certainly be awkward if not impossible to get to such a wound without surgery. She would need to be careful about it for a while though.
Sighing with relief Dartor wiped the remaining blood of her face and began to clean and bandage her hands in a workman like way. As he washed away more of the blood he did his best not to be distracted by her new costume, it was quite a change from what she had been wearing when he last saw her. Well whatever, it's not like it was any odder then some of the other cloths that Dartor had seen people wearing when fighting evil or whatever.
Walking over to Cassandra he first looked at her hands covered in blood. The wounds were bad but strange and though they certainly drew the eye they were not particularly dangerous at the moment. The sight of blood on her lips though drew a very different reaction. Internal bleeding could cause death without any other warning.
Taking the tool he had been using Dartor examined Cassandra and quickly found the problem. A cut along the inside of the back of her throat had appeared and was letting blood into the passageway. Fortunately the wound had clotted and the bleeding had stopped, good thing as it would certainly be awkward if not impossible to get to such a wound without surgery. She would need to be careful about it for a while though.
Sighing with relief Dartor wiped the remaining blood of her face and began to clean and bandage her hands in a workman like way. As he washed away more of the blood he did his best not to be distracted by her new costume, it was quite a change from what she had been wearing when he last saw her. Well whatever, it's not like it was any odder then some of the other cloths that Dartor had seen people wearing when fighting evil or whatever.
"No, Misfit... No I have not..." She wheeled into the room. "Hey, Dart? We got another, somewhat drunken it seems, patient." She lifted the wheelbarrow over her head and tipped Misfit onto the bed. "She was only here for moments during the fight..."
Dartor sighed as he saw Cat-Girl dump Misfit out onto the bed. He had done his best with Cassandra's hands, meaning they now looked wrapped in thick gloves of white bandage. Carefully stripping off his gloves so that he didn't touch them with his bare skin Dartor let them fall into the basin of now bloody water that he had cleaned Cassandra's hands with. He would dispose of that later.
Walking over to the new applicant he waved his tool over her quickly making sure she was in no serious danger. Then he held a different device in front of her deeply breathing mouth for a few seconds. Checking the display he nodded when he saw that her blood-alcohol level was well beyond a safe level. "Despite the fact that she's barely legal." He said shooting a look at Cat-Girl. "Exhaustion and shock can indicate exactly the same symptoms." With that Dartor half collapsed into an available chair and rubbed his forehead with a palm. "Well whatever. Even I feel like a cold one right now."
With another sigh Dartor tapped at a desk console bringing up part of the security recording of the fight. He watched it for several seconds with a grim look on his face.
"Foolish idiot. Trying to hurt a God is a quick way to getting yourself killed. So don't try it."
Dartor paused the recording after that line and looked back at Cat-Girl. "So, a self proclaimed god eh? Guess we aren't allowed to start small and work our way up. Got any thoughts on it?"
Walking over to the new applicant he waved his tool over her quickly making sure she was in no serious danger. Then he held a different device in front of her deeply breathing mouth for a few seconds. Checking the display he nodded when he saw that her blood-alcohol level was well beyond a safe level. "Despite the fact that she's barely legal." He said shooting a look at Cat-Girl. "Exhaustion and shock can indicate exactly the same symptoms." With that Dartor half collapsed into an available chair and rubbed his forehead with a palm. "Well whatever. Even I feel like a cold one right now."
With another sigh Dartor tapped at a desk console bringing up part of the security recording of the fight. He watched it for several seconds with a grim look on his face.
"Foolish idiot. Trying to hurt a God is a quick way to getting yourself killed. So don't try it."
Dartor paused the recording after that line and looked back at Cat-Girl. "So, a self proclaimed god eh? Guess we aren't allowed to start small and work our way up. Got any thoughts on it?"
"A god? Let me see that!" Cat-girl walked over to see it. "I didn't see, Lycan and I were outside fighting some hunter... But this seems bad. All we can do is hope that he doesn't come back, this is way out of our league... I guess we could call upon the leaders... I'll talk to them later." She sighed. "I didn't sign up to fight a God, I can't handle this... I'm a pathetic leader..."
Dartor cursed at himself internally. This was not the kind of thing he had been hoping for. He scrambled for something to say. "What? No, look... I mean hey, you've gotten us this far right? That's a lot more then most people do right? Besides, we did succeed, we held them off and everyone..." He stumbled for a moment as his attention drifted to the three unconscious Titans, "got through without serious harm. Nothing that a little rest won't fix."
Dartor then shifted his gaze back to the screen with the frozen image. "Besides, I don't think it's a real God. I haven't gotten a chance to look over the data yet, but I have a feeling. There hasn't been any Boom Tube activity so it's not a New God. And it doesn't fit the MO of any terrestrial God that I know of."
Dartor then shifted his gaze back to the screen with the frozen image. "Besides, I don't think it's a real God. I haven't gotten a chance to look over the data yet, but I have a feeling. There hasn't been any Boom Tube activity so it's not a New God. And it doesn't fit the MO of any terrestrial God that I know of."
"He didn't say he was a new God, he could of been existing for ages. If he is a God then he'd have no problem making people not know of him. Why did he choose us though and not some group of people more powerful? Why did he choose Britain and not somewhere like America? Why us?" She looked at the image. "And why the hell is he wearing an Organization XIII costume?! And why did he choose videogame characters to attack us?!"
Walking down into the lobby where the fight took place, he sniffs the air...Misfit...Cassandra...Brick...Ronald...Lilith...Frost Knight. He then heads outside where Mordecai is still out cold and he takes off all his weapons and ties him up, and in a low tone "Hey, wake up hunter."
Mordecai slowly regains concious and notices he's tied up and then he looks up at Nathan. Nathan looks back at him and crouches down "I want to know who the heck you all are...and who sent you here, and with any luck, without having to punch it out of you." Mordecai smirking, but then getting it slapped off with Nathans hand that grew little claws to scratch him with. "If you want to live to see another day, I'd suggest you do so, or it's going to get worse at night. If we get to night time and you havent told me what I wanna know, Your a gonner, and you'll never see the light again."
Mordecai slowly regains concious and notices he's tied up and then he looks up at Nathan. Nathan looks back at him and crouches down "I want to know who the heck you all are...and who sent you here, and with any luck, without having to punch it out of you." Mordecai smirking, but then getting it slapped off with Nathans hand that grew little claws to scratch him with. "If you want to live to see another day, I'd suggest you do so, or it's going to get worse at night. If we get to night time and you havent told me what I wanna know, Your a gonner, and you'll never see the light again."