#alchemaxed

[eideticspider]

@alchemaxed && the semi-plotted starter

{✗} She was already on HIGH alert when the warning came in that an anomaly was jumping from different universes, hitting an Alchemax in each dimension. Well--whatever the hell this thing wanted from her WORLD was going to have a tough time getting it if she had any say in the matter. Cindy had glanced down at her wrist, taking in the message before thwipping away, landing gracefully on the roof.

It's easy enough to shimmy her way into a vent, crawling--giving her enough time to CONTEMPLATE the severity of the problem. Was this someone they'd fought before? Had she seen this anomaly before? Would she be able to STOP them before it was too late?

Her wrist lit up, a terse warning to be CAREFUL and calling for backup from Miguel. She answered it just as tersely, scowling. ("I am just as CAPABLE as everyone else. I can handle this CLOWN.")

She paused, listening to her surroundings, hanging up on him abruptly. There was PANIC and mayhem and she was right over top of the--

"Jenjang." Damn it.

Dropping down into the computer room, Cindy arched a brow at the SPOT, arms folded across her chest. "...nobody told me you were going to LOOK like that." Her nose crinkled, and there was amusement in her eyes, her lips turned up in a small grin even under her mask. "Yeah, okay--this should be easy. And he was WORRIED for nothing."

[baddestdangerboy]

"All the Answers Can Be Found in the Field"

Camera ready. Eye peeled. And not an inch of red hair out in the open for someone to spot, and come after him for. Badou’s been doing this a long time, longer here in this city. And the little groups of thugs around here, selling and dealing, that’s all the same too. 

This is just a normal day. They’re discussing something, and Badou’s eating that crap up, smirking to himself as he writes notes, too.

And then a hole opens up in the freaking floor-- and the day is no longer normal.

“The fuck--” 

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[canoncompliance]

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This is bad, Miguel thinks to himself, eyes on the screen and his hands wrapped tighter than they should be around a clipboard. This is real shocking bad.

The more he goes over the calculations made for interdimensional travel, and the more attempts at opening portals are made, the more concerned he gets. Alchemax has done plenty of insane things-- his own origins are enough proof of that-- but if they actually succeed making this collider, there's no telling how the fabric of the multiverse could be affected.

He's lucky; in his world, Alchemax hadn't been so concerned with these feats of physics. Earth-1610, however, isn't at all.

He's so caught up in watching numbers and simulated calculations flying on the screen that he doesn't notice the door sliding open. From behind his sunglasses, he watches with increasing anxiety, and Miguel inhales slowly, deeply, with his chest rising--

Then he hears footsteps, and he jumps and whirls around.

Looking down, Dr. Ohnn's features are a strange yet welcome familiarity. After all, the man's his boss. He tries at a smile (it's poorly done) and steps to the side to allow him a better look at the screen himself-- he'd forgotten the man would be on shift with him tonight, he realises.

"Sorry," Miguel-- no, Michael O'Mara-- apologises. "I forgot I wouldn't be alone tonight.

"Everything's been running well, though, sir." Too well, if you ask him. "At this rate, chances are we'll be able to open real portals within the month. Probably."

[alchemaxed]

For a moment, he feels like the old Spot-- the one who used to sneak around grocery stores covered head to toe in an effort to avoid stares and giggles and uncomfortable questions. The laundromat is so... normal, despite being empty of patrons, that he feels awkward even emerging from his portal.

But he's not the old Spot, and no one would dare laugh at him now even if the building had been full to the brim, and "feeling awkward" is not something he needs to worry about ever again.

"Hello," he says to the only other entity around, and the scribbled-out hole on his face pulses with fascination.

She looks normal, just like the laundromat-- as normal as a person can look in a get-up like that-- and jealousy flares up inside him before he can smother it completely. Why did she get to keep her skin? Her face? Her hair? Why does she get to look so human, when he never could?

"Don't be scared. I'm like you." He can feel it. He could feel it from the moment the collider brought the void inside of him to the surface. No longer limited to a single-dimension existence, reality itself guided his attention away from the spiders (tiny. insignificant. useless.) and toward her.

Spot extends a hand toward her in lieu of a smile. His fingers flicker, their presence in this dimension not quite stable. That, as much as the gesture itself, seems intended to reassure.

You're not alone.

@everythingeverywhereallatbagel !!

[punisheye]

So, this thing that had just spontaneously appeared on their back porch the other day has been following him around, and he's just ended up naming it 'Dog' because he's, well, dogshit at coming up with names. Some kid asks him what kind of dog it is and he just awkwardly says that it's a wolf. But wolves are dogs, right? Sort of.

This one just happens to breathe fire and smoke and is the size of a horse.

He's considering the pros and cons of trying to put a harness on this fucking thing when it suddenly picks up its pace, trotting through the crowd of people that give it a wide berth regardless.

It jumps on— something. Wolfwood doesn't know what until it turns around with some fucking thing in its jaws, this wriggly white worm-looking creature covered in black spots. Not holding it hard enough to cause harm, really, but it's probably not comfortable, and he doesn't... want to be on the receiving end of some stranger's bitching...

"Agh, Jesus— drop it!"

It does not drop it.

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[deathshadowed]

@alchemaxed

Long day, without the end of it in sight. At least it was quiet, away from prying eyes; deep in the laboratory which changed everything. She learned how to be indifferent and efficient by now, locking memories into containers just like...snakes. Her venom glands were acting up to the point they were causing discomfort, she was even recommended a dentist from her colleague.

It was time for a refill anyways. Submerged in the careful task of filling special bullets, a tiny hole drilled with precision into the point, only allowing the syringe to pass through and fill the cavity with her venom. Because of the modified structure, the bullet would be ruined upon impact and even if the wound itself wouldn't be lethal, the venom sealed the fate. Technically and legally, it classified as a biological weapon but Karma never felt the need to lament on ethics.

The activity eventually lulled her into productive serenity, until her laboratory started rattling, vials shattering, carefully arranged bullets scattering as a portal opened right there.

“MÉG A LÓFASZNAK IS VAN VÉGE!” (Even the horsedick has an end too!)

She snapped up from her chair with a furious exclamation at the sight of whatever the fuck invaded her space now.

“Ha megtalálom a felelőst hogy MINDENKI nálam köt ki, úgy faszon lövöm, hogy a következő életében is érezni fogja!” (If I find the one responsible that EVERYONE lands at me, I'm going to shoot him in the dick that he will feel that in his next life!)

“TAKARODJ PICSÁBA KI A HÁZAMBÓL!! ” (Get the fuck out of my house!) Revolvers already loaded, cocked and ready to be used

[bashfullygreen]

@alchemaxed

[ 🍞] - Mizi was on his way home with a bag of groceries in his hand. Everything he needed for corn crab soup was ready to go, and so he was pretty eager to get home so he could start cooking.

"Heh this is gonna be gr-- ...huh?"

However, the city of Spirale had different plans. Just as Mizi was about to cross a road to the next street, he noticed someone was standing right in the middle of the road, perfectly placed to get run over by traffic.

Acting instinctively, Mizi ran over and grabbed the guy by the arm and pulled him along while he crossed the road. "Move, MOVE!" He urged with strain in his voice. "You're gonna get run over!!"

[explosivedesire]

"And a one, a two, and a....three!"

There were plenty of reasons to not follow in the footsteps of Architect. For starters, breaking and entering was a punishable offense, regardless of if she was in her world or Spirale. Not to mention kicking the door right off its hinges probably added a couple offenses there as well. Sure she could've bummed it out but if one wasn't taking risks what was the point of being in a completely new city?

"Ah man this interior decorating sucks! Someone's gotta get a professional in here." Wasn't going to be her but there was a couch ripe for the taking and she still did have her two toaster pastries in hand and a rather small TV in her other. Seemed like a pretty good combination

"Hope nobody asks where I got either of these." She said before plugging in the electronic and throwing herself on the furniture.

"Or why I'm in there home either. Maybe I should come up with an excuse right now ins- OH THEY do got channels here too!"

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