hotlittlehands:

Amiko, well wrapped in a flight suit, waited patiently as her brother carried her to the landing point near the Yashida compound.

They'd been paired together for a little while, handling various ... errands. It was good to work with him. Even if they were seeing a lot clearer now, as if a lot of clutter had been removed from their minds, they were still family.

Which led her thoughts to the ostensible mission here: to go after the sword Amiko had previously claimed 'on behalf of the sane side of the Clan.' And apparently, she'd been Confused at the time as to which side that was. Their obvious mission was to rectify that.

But so far, they were not being obvious. They were good at that.

"They'll know we're coming," Amiko reminds him. "They're not so lost and stumbling they won't have been able to find out a few things, and suspect what we obviously want. Just not direction or precise timing. And please keep Hajime off of me, Misha. I'm not concerned about the others. They'll hesitate, for old time's sake." Old times were hazy and vague in her head, but not so much so that she couldn't exploit them.

hotshot_hawkeye:

 Escaping from the debriefing by the skin of her teeth, Frances stepped out into the lovely (crowded) streets of Tokyo. Really, what about her said 'send this to one day-long departmental meetings as team rep'? Whatever, she was free with the address for a bar in her pocket. One of the assistants she had managed to charm and coax had recommended it as a place to get a drink and see just about everything the city offered, no one batted an eye over odd outfits or lifestyles. Sounded more promising than the Hello Kitty hotel rooms. 

Getting lost, getting unlost and a few turns later, she found the place (lots of neon, very promising) and headed in. Time to get her drink on!

treadlightly:

They'd done their scouting. They've put up all the defenses they could, and put themselves in a position to attack. Buck has reviewed what they have on hand, and the situations exploding around them.

"Alright, folks, thank you for your patience. I know its been a tense situation waiting and doing patrol work... but I think we've identified some key points in the enemy strategy. We're still going to have to be careful. We're dealing with major influences here, but...

Alpha Flight... and their current guests, should be obvious. There's every sign that more of the Great Beasts will be awoken... that's a top priority situation.

X-Men... and the Genoshans - in following up the uprisings earlier, we've identified a 'Cult of Apocalypse', who took the whole massive fight before as a sign its time for En Sabbah Nur's awakening. We've located some of their likely strike points, your leadership has marked maps.


Champions and Thunderbolts, we've located a massive danger in the Red Lord. Its been determined that it will likely take both teams to deal with it.

Nightstalkers and Big Hero 6, we have a second target of the same type, Sakhmet. You two are on that.

SHIELD will be picking up on all of the general monitoring, crowd safety and control, and other work we've been doing in the lead up to this.

Finally, Avengers, Defenders and FF - you're with me. We're targeting the masterminds behind this.

Any questions?"

nextgen_parent:

K'un-L'un, mystic city inhabited by the H'ylthri, was in a separate dimension and was only reached by magical means. Today Danny Rand, the Iron Fist, was trying to bring K'un-L'un into the real world and he was succeeding. The fabled city was entering the normal world and the ground shook. Shockwaves moved through the ground and spread out over most of Asia.

The tremors and the shaking of the ground disturbed the sleep of two powerful beasts. Fin Fang Foom and Godzilla were now waking.

nextgen_orochi:

He'd underestimated their power. Or perhaps he had overestimated his own. He was in a human body after all. Then again, perhaps it was a combination of both. Either way, it didn't change his current predicament.

After the attack Orochi had used the distraction of breaking the water from the street as a means to escape. Using his control over water he had found a small underground cave, usually flooded over. Ir was here where he was currently recovering. His body was healing, but not as quickly as he would have preferred. It would need to be sped along. He needed the remainder of his power. He would require assistance.

"If only I had the power to revive my servants. I suppose I must make do with what the current age provides me with." He began to chant, raising a hand as four of his fingers began to glow. "Find me four souls who hate those that attack me and grant them each a portion of my power. Bind to them the armors of the old times and bring them forth to serve me..my Youkai!"

Four beams of magic erupted from his fingers, seeking out those chosen.

nextgen_orochi:

Kazama Goda, foreman of the construction crew, oversaw the removal of the debris left in the wake of the dragon attack. All the damn monsters..he was seriously considering moving. Maybe to South Korea, he had family there on his uncle's side,

"Goda-san, you've got to see this!"

"What is it?" Goda asked, annoyed.

"I don't know, I think it's a dinosaur fossil!"

Officially intrigued, Kazuma went over to where it looked like a partially unburied, reptilian skull.

"Kami," he gasped, moving toward it.The attack must have uncovered it. It was magnificient, he thought, mesmerized and moving toward it.

"Goda-san?" one of the workers called.

He didn't hear it. He reached out and touched the skull..and Kazuma Goda vanished in a wave of primal power. A burst of energy enveloped the body, practically exploding with raw energy. It mutated and shifted, scales forming and muscles shifting as the body transformed in mid-air. Some of the workers fled, others seemed transfixed by what was happening. Finally it stopped as he majestically floated back to the ground, eyes closed.

"Kazuma?" One of the braver workers asked.

The eyes opened, yellow with slitted pupils.

"No," and a burst of lightning sends the man flying into a group of his colleagues. "Finally...flesh..blood. It is not much, but it is a start." He turns in the direction of a strong pulse. "Yes, merely the beginning." And he casually walks in the direction of the signal, energy crackling the ground as his feet touched.

nextgen_misc:

It was unwise to wake up a dragon. It was even more unwise to anger a dragon once it woke up. The dragon Fafnir was not pleased that his rest had been disrupted. He was even more unhappy upon discovering so much time had passed since he had done battle against his foes.

He had discovered that there were several other dragons in the cavern he was in and decided to wake them. He would send them one by one out into the world to do as they willed. The youngest of the group woke up first.

It took off to Tokyo. And now is has tipped over several buses and is about to begin an assault on Tokyo tower. A few news cameras are displaying the destruction in the city. The situation could turn even more dangerous very quickly.

nextgen_orochi:

 It had all gone perfectly. The occupation of the broadcast building had gone without a hitch. Even with the added security that came with the impending live interview with the Prime Minister's daughter, Shinobu's men were up the task. Most of said security were relatively unharmed, adding to the sizable amount of hostages they now had. They had had agents within the building's personnel for weeks, meticulously planning this out. In all, they had several dozen people soldiers, all ready to die if need be to secure their country.

Shinobu stood in front of the camera as it timed down to broadcast his message. "My fellow countrymen, I regret that events have grown so intolerable that I must resort to such methods in order to halt the degrading of culture and society. The American occupation of our land is a constant insult and a tumor of decay that is eating away at our proud homeland. Enough is enough, and it must end. For this reason, I have taken the Tokyo Broadcasting building hostage, as well as its entire staff. More importantly, I have in my custody our illustrious Prime Minister's daughter. Our demands are a simple one. All Americans stationed at the military base must leave immediately. This occupation will no longer be tolerated. For every hour you delay, hostages will be slain. Delay too long..and our Prime Minister's daughter will be added to the body count. I am saddened that this is what it comes to in order to jump-start our national pride, but you have only yourselves to blame for not acting sooner." And he ends the feed.

nextgen_holiday:

Christmas. Yule. Saturnalia. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Many cultures have celebrated and still celebrate a winter festival. There have been many names for it over the millennia. No matter the name it is a time to come together and celebrate with feasts and gifts with friends and loved ones.

Each culture has a legendary figure who would deliver gifts to children during this time. In Russia and some Slavic cultures he is known as Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost, and comes not on Christmas but on New Year’s along with his granddaughter Snegurochka, or ‘”Snow Maiden”. In the United Kingdom and other parts of Europe he is known as Father Christmas. In the Netherlands and Belgium he is known as Saint Nicholas or “Sinterklaas” and in France he is known as Père Noël. In the United States we know him as Santa Claus.

No matter the name or who is delivering gifts, it is the season of peace, joy and togetherness. It is the season for thinking about loved ones, friends and those less fortunate. It is a time to witness the goodness and generosity the human race is capable of. It is a time for peace on Earth and goodwill toward man.

nextgen_misc:

For many reasons most of the Big Hero Six will find themselves directed towards a group of trees near a small shed like structure. The ghosts of the village don't seem to want to go near it at all.

Though they will see one ghosts moving back and fourth near the structure before it flees with something like fear. Not from them. Something about the structure made them need to flee.

Something has drawn them all here. They must finish this battle tonight.

weakerlink:

Kayura slides out of her seat when they reach their destination. She brought a backpack with her that has several extra things in it. Everything is for the eventuality of something happening. The entire trip here she has been tense. She knows what has to happen and she doesn't like it at all.

"Amiko-san, according to the map the trail we need to take is just over there," Kayura announces as she glances up towards the tree line. The trail looks slightly over grown but almost natural as if it has always been there and looks wide enough for even Grogg.

Kayura rolled her shoulders again. She was very tense because she could feel something somewhat distant calling to her armor. She fights that feeling for now because she isn't ready and they need to find the village. They need to find it so they can try and save the missing people and cleanse that place of the taint.

nextgen_misc:

At a construction site a small group of baby dragons tumbles out of a pile of materials brought in from outside of the city. They wobble and crash into each other.

The slightly bigger of the four hatchlings playfully tackles his 'big' sister with a loud bugling sound. The other two sleepily yawn flashing big pointy looking teeth. The workers see this and instead of thinking of it as cute they stammer in fear.

One of them yelps and cries out. "Monsters! Who will save us from the monsters!?"

They clearly don't find dragons the size of Great Danes as small and extra adorable, they clearly need to watch more anime.

weakerlink:

They were trying to do things together. Besides training or whatever it was they normally did. Kayura had brought some board games with her just in case they needed them.

Honestly she thought playing Uno would be the best. They could definitely include everyone in the game. And it was easy so Grogg would be able to follow it. She hated the idea of Grogg-kun feeling left out.

Kayura was still sore from her misadventure with that ghost so she sat down and nibbled at the snack she was working on while she waited for the others to get to the lounge.

weakerlink:

There had been a big incident with monsters and the armor. Followed by her having men in suits from the government bringing her in to have a very long conversation with her. She had been very tired from the fight and had to fight to not let anything slip.

But they knew about the armor. They knew about the fact she fought monsters and was pretty good at tracking information down on them. They knew pretty much everything about her.

It was very unnerving. And even more unnerving to be left alone in that windowless office to just wait.

Apparently someone wanted to talk to her.

She was having an 'oh crap' moment.

binary_soul:

The creature was still confused, but it had found something resembling satisfaction. It had been given clothing it deemed suitable by a blind priest at one of the nearby temples, and had begun traveling through the city. There were so many that carried injuries or illnesses with them, how could it not help them? It was such a simple thing, really. Just a correction of their own energy was all it took. Their bodies wanted to be healed.

There were people without homes, living in the streets. It could not do anything to give them shelter, but the weather could be held back. The rains made more gentle, the sun less harsh, the clouds more soothingly placed.

Then the men in suits came. Men speaking in words it could not understand. It understood some. Words like 'miracle' and 'construct' and 'rich'.

They had lashed out at it. It could do nothing but flee. It did not want to hurt anyone, but it would not let itself be taken and sundered.

The sky rumbled and turned black, and the plants swelled, as it took refuge in the forest once more. The old world was strong and good. It would protect it from these new ways of man.

----

At the Big Hero 6 headquarters, alarms go off, as cellphone and local news footage of the forested areas in Kyoto have begun consuming the city, and a strange energy seems to be emanating from the center of the growth.

quitethecharmer:

It pained him to admit it, but Vincent had been somewhat remiss lately. In spite of their decision to date one another exclusively, he'd hardly been able to make any time for Asleif. It wasn't as if she'd been hounding him for it, as she seemed thoroughly absorbed in her world travels, but it bothered him, and rightfully so.

A painstakingly thorough clearing of his schedule for a day had been arranged, along with putting together an itinerary of things to do together. He'd even gone the extra mile and asked MacKenzie the favor of being on standby for any F4 related emergencies in his stead (with a caveat that if magic was involved, he should be contacted immediately).

And so, crafting the most precise veil he knew how to, he will slip up behind the object of his affections as she thinks she is off and alone.

"My lady." Comes a whisper over her shoulder, as he manages to keep the tone soft in spite of his grin.

hotlittlehands:

"I should warn you," Amiko told her colleagues, "My brother can be... very American, despite his mixed heritage."

And then the receptionist announces the visitors, and Amiko is rather literally jumping off the walls getting over there. "MISHA!"

nextgen_citizen:

"Takemoto! Are you okay? Answer me if you can!" The two boys had snuck off from their school trip to grab a quick smoke, when the ground had given way beneath one of them. The other hollered down into the opening.

"Yeah.... just landed on my ass. I'm okay..." The boy looked around. He was in some sort of excavated cave. There were half-rotted beams here and there. Too dark to see much. "Take off your jacket so I can reach something. Dark as hell down here." With the other boy's help, he was hoisted out, and the two of them headed back towards the group before they were noticed missing.

As he was climbing out, however, a stone came loose and fell down the hole. It bounced across the opening before thudding into some wood that was not rotted.

Two eyes slowly became illuminated.

----


"Scientists and public officials still have no explanation for the number of wild animals suddenly roaming the streets of Kyoto. Residents are advised to secure all food waste in their garbage, in the hopes that this will avoid encouraging the animals."

hotlittlehands:

As they'd all suspected, Jushiro didn't let them get back to Tokyo. She spotted some of his thugs in the shadows.

"Good evening, Cousin. Come out like a big boy."

hotlittlehands:

Amiko looks at the cavern opening in the mountains. "My uncle said the first section of the cavern is trapped, even before one gets the opportunity to disabled the wards on the sword. So please, we must go in one at a time, and watch our step."
She looks at them. "I appreciate all of your being here."

hotlittlehands:

Amiko certainly didn't see eye to eye with her foster mother's brother. But they'd had a polite truce for years, ever since he and Logan had come to something resembling a truce of their own.  Which had involved her, and involved the Sword. That gave her an additional sense of responsibility to see such an important symbol of Clan Yashida restored to a branch of the clan that still had some concept of what honor was.

She was grateful that the others had come.

... She was grateful, but quite some ways away from the small cottage where Kenuicho was convalescing, she stopped.  "Asako, Grogg, I need to ask you something in particular."

hotlittlehands:

She got the message about her father's calls after coming in from an official assignment.  It was a shock, at first, to realize taht Jushiro had sunk so far, even if she'd known he was garbage.  She thought very unkindly of many in her adopted clan -- of anyone who didn't believe that Lady Mariko had fully and completely restored the honor of Clan Yashida by her efforts and her sacrifices. -- but Jushiro was a special sort of scum.  But this was a new low.  As she obtained more information about what had happened, Amiko felt terrible that she hadn't been there to help. At least they were safe now.

But as she realized that Jushiro was both utterly inaccessible and still essentially in control of clan operations, she knew one thing she had to do.

When she'd finished drafting the letter, she opened communication to the rest of the team. "Please meet me in the briefing room. I would appreciate it."

hotlittlehands:

"Yes, Kenishi-san," Amiko said on the phone. "He seems to be settling in as best he can. No, I haven't had much chance to see him in action yet. We're going to work on that. Yes, Kenishi-san. Ryota's transfer has gone smoothly. Do not worry; I will not, as Logan-sama would not, hesitate to tell him to 'quit his bitchin' if necessary."  Amiko pauses to listen for a time after that. "...Yes, sir. Why do you ask?  No, I have left that, for the most part, to Kikuya-san.  Excellent. Then we are agreed, Kenishi-san.  Thank you.  I'm going to hang up now."
And she did. Amiko was grateful Mr. Kenishi hadn't used the video communication system. Her hair looked atrocious.  After working on that for a few minutes, getting it out of the way, Amiko went to round up the five members of the team available so far.