Scene #481: Canberra (AM Intro)

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Defiant	CANBERRA It's not a good day in the Australian capital. This newly-unified Earth appears to be in the middle of something quite bizarre. Above the middle of the picturesque city, a great being floats. It's a woman, alabaster white, with a height of about fifteen feet. She is covered in wings and feathers, the pattern asymmetric, wings building off wings, like fractal madness. Her arms are extended to either side, as if in supplication, and a typhoon of broken buildings, trees, cars and other bits of debris roar around her. And the screaming. The screaming. Her mouth is closed, but it's a sound that reaches into your head and sends people quite mad. The Elites who decided to investigate? Well, they might be immune or they might be simply resistant. Either way, the Endbringer Simurgh leaves her mark on anyone who arrives to face her. In the air, a pair of people are there, shooting her with lasers from their hands - but she doesn't seem to mind or care, as the whirlwind of debris - or her wings! - is always in just the right place to prevent her body from being struck. On the ground level, an armored man with a halberd as long as he is tall is seeming to direct survivors away from the battle field. A few other people in equally ridiculous outfits are around the place, too. What is this, the superhero planet?
Taro	A newly unified world, its arrival heralded by massive, chaotic energy spikes. That piques enough interest to warrant a personal visit. While there was little time to get a clear idea of just what was happening there, Taro made at least the basic preparations of donning his armor, loading additional sensor modules, and calling one of his favorite cyber-elves to join him before steeping into the Temple's transserver. Whatever he was expecting upon arrival...this was not exactly it. The typhoon-force winds buffet him as as soon as he appears in the sky a flash of indigo, and he's nearly clipped by a tree limb. Caught up in the storm, the android folds his wings inward, as much to shield himself from the debris as to regain some semblence of control. For now, he has to ride the winds rather than fight against it, while trying to move closer inward toward the eye... ...there seems to be someone in its center? A being of considerable size and power, though mercifully he is unaware of her screaming or the pain it causes. Others on the ground. The wind-blown grit and chaff makes it difficult to see, though the heat patterns are there.
Nox	Though still relatively new to the multiverse, Nox has had a longstanding interest in these kinds of things. Cataclysms of this scale are almost always instigated by beings of extroardinary power. Beings of extraordinary power are prime sources of useable energy. Beings that cause cataclysms of this scale are also extremely unlikely to be missed should something 'happen to them'. Deployed to a number of recently unified worlds as scouts, a handful of noxines pick up the sight unfolding over Sydney, remainig low and secure in points of uninteresting wreckage as they transmit the footage over millions of miles to Phase Rock. The images are practically useless at first, as the psychic scream being emitted by the entity is completely lost on the purely mechanical minions, however the last few shots of the quasi-angelic being finally draw Nox's attention away from the giant ocean monster he had been contemplating going after instead. The tiny, insectoid drones lift clear of their hidey holes, far enough away that they aren't immediately swept up into the raging windstorm. They quickly deplete their remaining batteries in drawing a roughly man-sized gate, allowing their master instantaneous transit to the disaster zone itself. Finally, the xelor is left staring up at the unfolding spectacle with his own eyes; the glow from his mask flickering for a few moments as the scream hits him like a brick wall. It's startling, but bearable for now. After all, wasn't he already something of a madman? "Well, well, well. How interesting. I'd love to hear the story behind this one. After all, there doesn't seem to be a rush. Those two don't stand a snowball's chance of winning, ha." It takes him a minute to finally spot the armoured man on the ground. "Stalling for time then. An evacuation? Possibly to deploy some sort of weapon. I'll have to be quick."
Dr. Wily	Vweevweevweevweevwee! A flying saucer and its unfortunate sound effects herald the arrival of Doctor Wily, hovering in just above ground level some distance from the center of the city. As he flies, he's tapping away at hidden controls and screens inside the saucer. Unarmed and unprepared for such a... chaotic... situation, the doctor isn't keeping a sharp eye out for danger, and so has yet to even NOTICE the scene before him. Even if he's not consciously aware of the psychic screaming , but he can already tell that something's not right. And whatever readings he might be collection from the saucer are probably telling the story quite well enough. This is, most likely, the right time for Wily to run. Well past time. This is not a place for an unarmed, frail old man... but just this minute? There's too much to do to leave. Quickly. Yet.
Defiant	Despite the battle going on overhead, between two men and something entirely different, and that screaming that still shows no signs of abating, there's a remarkable sense of calm. It's the calm of of a tornado or other natural disaster - things are going to happen as they happen, and nothing you do is really going to matter. Bright blue lasers extend from the hand of one of the men - wearing a bright blue tight costume - which split into dozens of smaller ones, but none make it through. The other man, in a green costume with hood and robes, seems like he's mediatating. Armsmaster points his Halberd - that thing is just ludicrously big - at Wily. "You!" He's shouting louder than he should, probably because he's hearing that same screaming inside his brain. "Can you take passengers? I don't care who you are - Endbringer truce is in effect!" He turns away, talking into the air. "Dragon! What is Scion's ETA?" Nox would be right. They do seem to be stalling for time. And the answer the blue-armored man gets doesn't seem to be a good one. He scowls.
Nox	A short spell on the radio confirms that allies Taro and Wily are in the area. The use of IFF tags makes them trivial to track down. Nox disappears in a flurry of blue static, reappearing a significant distance away with an electric crack; right next to Wily's flying saucer to be exact. Floating off the ground at roughly the same height, the xelor has his hands behind his back as though this were some kind of casual business meeting, looking down at the man in the blue and silver armour before the good doctor. "Endbringer truce? Fascinating. Do tell us more. In fact, tell me everything you know about that . . . thing, up there." When he does turn to look at Wily, it is with a juddering little mechanical snap, as if his neck were made of gears. "But I think my dear friend here is looking to do something else than act as your personal ferry. Don't worry, you're doing an excellent job of herding these civilians on your own! If you think you still need help however, I suggest that you elaborate as much as possible."
Taro	Taro's armor is being thoroughly scoured by the gritty wind as he pulls/is pulled further inward, and it's no doubt a good thing that he doesn't need to breathe. Finally he reaches the inner eyewall of this artificial typhoon, and while he is still somewhat at the mercy of the air currents, repositioning his wings just so keeps him there. If still swirling aroundand around like a toy caught in an emptying drain. An angel? a being with feminine aspects, at least, who he conjectures if the source of this chaos. A resistance party or evacuation party, or likely a combination thereof, on the ground. Of course, it's not readily apparent to him who the aggressor is here. For all he knows, the people on the ground are deserving of this calamity. He'll stay his hand until he knows better which could use support, or chastisement. Ah. It looks like his fellow Confederates are in fact here. Or at least that looks like a Wilysaucer down there.
Dr. Wily	Oh. Ohhhhh. ... oh that is not good. Just before the shouting starts, Wily notices just what he was floating into, and... well, now it makes sense. That sense of dread. The sensors reading 'danger'. That odd urge to just run away NOW. Normally, when this sort of thing happens, he's used to being behind it - FAR behind. Right now, dangerously close to the middle of it? He's going to keep up a brave face as well as he can, but he's only just this side of panic. The shout from the man with the halberd catches Wily's attention, and draws his eyes forward, to the center of the battle. To the sphere of destruction. To the... thing... at the center of it. "... I..." Suddenly, the doctor's throat is dry, and words have a bit of trouble escaping. "... that thing... I..." Well, it's not answering the question, exactly. He's a bit hung up on the apparent ELDRITCH ABOMINATION over there - not an everyday sight. After a minute of broken, failed sentences, Wily finally manages to fight back the sudden panic enough to regain a bit of composure. He is still staring, wide-eyed, into the battle as he answers, however. "I... I can carry... maybe a bus? There's no seating, but the saucer's anti-gravity... ... just... what IS that thing?"
Defiant	"Have you been living under a rock for the past two decades?" Armsmaster snaps at Nox. "That is an Endbringer - the Simurgh. Everything is secondary to stopping them and saving civilian lives - no matter if you're a hero or a villain. If Scion doesn't get here soon, we need to hope that Legend and Eidolon can fend her off!" That must be the two people in the air. One of them, the one in green, has begun hurling bright green orbs at the Simurgh. They detonate with explosive force, shattering much of the Simurgh's debris shield. The shattered pieces are hurled back at the green cape, but the debris clatters off some sort of invisible forcefield. With a hole opened by the man in green, the man in blue opens his hand and concentrates his power into the gap. It strikes home, burning away wings and setting feathers alight. Armsmaster looks up for a moment, then back to the three people he assumes are just villainous capes as opposed to Multiversal travellers. He points the way to a bus with his Halberd and waits for them to board. Above, something that looks like a cross between a mechanical dragon and a fighter jet adds a barrage of missiles to the fusilade striking the winged being.
Nox	"So the Endbringer is that thing giving me a dreadful headache. I see. And there are more of them? Very, /very/ interesting." That said, Nox is back to Wily again, running two conversations with complete disregard to either partner. "It appears this world must have only just unified moments ago. He has no idea where we're from! Ahehe. Of course, the call is yours as to what you wish to do with your own craft, but if you came here to gather data, why not do it?" Back to Armsmaster. "I eagerly look forward to seeing this Scion you place so much faith in arrive! As for the Simurgh, I doubt we'll have any problems between us if my companions and I were to . . . join in, no?" Without actually waiting for an answer, Nox fizzles out again, teleporting another few miles to where he can find Taro's tracking beacon in the eye of the tornado. Appearing within a few meters of him, the xelor generates a bubble of stagnated time with a single hand gesture; a rippling, spherical wave that freezes the wind in its tracks for a short distance all around him, encompassing Taro so the mechanical man can finally stop being blown around for a few moments. "How combat ready are you? On a scale from one to ten."
Taro	Technically speaking, Taro falls into both the 'Multiversal Traveller' and 'villainous cape' categories. Though the natives can be excused for not even knowing the first category exists yet. Impending apocolypses understandably are higher priority. He's also still making that wide circuitous loop in the typhoon's eyewall. He's still having to dodge some of the larger debris, but he's evened himself out enough now that he's fully facing inward. Or at least that was the case until Nox ensnares him in a timebubble so that they can have a proper conversation. He brushes his wind-tangled hair out of his eyes while Nox questions him. The android's answer is given by the top panels of his gauntlets retracting to reveal a pair of plasma bolters. (Or to Nox's eyes they may just appear to be reinforced gunbarrels.) "At least a six. I did not bring any of my creations with me." Pause. "We've determined that that," a gesture at the angelic being, "is the correct target?"
Dr. Wily	No. Nonono. Wily would LOVE to be a personal ferry! Nothing he'd enjoy more right now! Travel the world, the multiverse, with a merry crew of passengers, taking them to exotic destinations FAR AWAY from a big horrible world-ending monster! Of course, that's not quite an option just yet... he'll still have to wait for the bus to be loaded, and in the meantime... well, knowing he has allies to hide behind is making him feel a bit bolder. He'll still gladly run away, but first... "So... Endbringer. ... pretend I HAVE been living under a rock. What... IS an Endbringer? Besides..." Wily gestures vaguely toward the monster. "... the obvious." His voice has raised a bit, to carry over the sound which is... the same as it was before. Uh-oh? As he waits for a response, Wily is also fiddling a bit with the controls on the saucer. Maybe... putting it into auto-pilot? He also seems to be muttering to himself a bit as he works. Some of it might sound - to those with VERY good hearing - like calculations.
Defiant	"We don't know," Armsmaster replies, taking a few moments to look up at the sky. "Behemoth was the first, Leviathan was the second. The Simurgh is the third, and the most dangerous." His voice is a sarcastic drawl, like he thinks Wily is an idiot. "Telepathic, telekinetic and prophetic. Scion can defeat her - but he's... attending to a forest fire in the Ukraine." Armsmaster shakes his head. Legend, Eidolon and the robotic dragon-jet are still hammering away at the Simurgh, who has since folded her many, many wings over herself. In a moment, she extends them - and the air is suddenly filled with another wave of debris. Legend, the man in blue, becomes a bright burst of light and the debris passes through him. Eidolon weathers it behind his forcefield and Taro and Nox are almost certainly safe within their time bubble. The dragon-jet takes a direct hit from a semi-truck and spirals into the ground, detonating in an explosive fireball.
Nox	"Neither did I, but six should be fine for our purposes." Nox knows what a gun looks like. Of course, on his world they don't shoot bullets, so a plasma bolter would actually be less exotic than a ballistic firearm. He isn't about to doubt that Taro knows what he's doing either. Instead, he looks on with something approaching curiosity as yet more dangerous debris is sucked upward from the ground and spat out at them, remaining unmoving as the pieces that hit the edge of his field are instantaneously slowed to a crawl. Shoving a lazily floating car out of the way with one arm, he reaches out and places one hand on Taro's shoulder, generating the feeling that a sudden bolt of electricity had shot through him from head to toe. Most of his internal clocks will suddenly begin counting up at a pace far quicker than the one belonging to his core processor, owing to his personal timeline being condensed by fifty percent, coming with a corresponding increase in speed and reflexes. Wordlessly, Nox extends his palm towards the monstrosity before them; the aperture in his hand shining bright cerulean before discharging a flurry of glowing arcs of energy. Hissing through the air, they bank and spin like miniature fighter jets, curving so that they converge roughly simultaneously on their target. Any debris in the way is cleanly bisected at the slightest touch; carving through trees and flying buildings like razors through paper. "Well then, don't delay! Time is wasting!"
Taro	The consensus appears to be 'assist the native organics against the alien invader'. So be it, then. Sharp reflexes bring his right arm up halfway into a defesive position as the debris hurtles towards them, only to see it massively slowed by the 'film' of bubble's edge. Interesting. He should inquire...but later. This is not the time for questions. Speaking of time...Taro's highly attuned reflexes jerk as Nox's touch sends a shock through him, stronger than that when he's interfaced with one of his cyber-elves. Yet it's not to the point of pain, and there's no twitching of inner workings gone awry. Though he suddenly feels like he's been, for lack of a better term, overclocked. With a small nod and the barest ghost of a smile, he raises both arms forward in the direction of the angelic being, hands balled into fists. There's a hum as his weapons charged, followed by a burst of heat and light of supercharged plasma volleys out in their opponent's direction.
Dr. Wily	"Okay... big monsters, mythological names, psychic powers. Sure, that says everything I need to know." Wily's shouted reply is a bit sarcastic as well - 'well, that certainly answered all my questions.' It seems like that might be all he's getting for the time being though. The sudden fresh wave of debris causes Wily a rather mighty flinch - he ducks and cowers in his flying saucer, barely daring to peek over the top, despite having been far enough back that the relative danger was minimal. He won't have his hiding spot forever though... that bus is just about full enough, and it's time for the saucer to prepare to carry it off into the safe, safe sunset. Wily will not be going with it. Instead, he brings the saucer down low and hops out carrying a stopwatch and what looks to be a toolbox of some sort. He seems to be timing his descent from the saucer, as he jumps down... maybe two feet or so, to the ground. Not taking chances. Once separated from its pilot, the saucer heads off on its own to catch the bus, while the doctor considers his next question carefully. "... so... what's so special about this 'Scion' of yours, then? Is he really that much better than," and a vague, sweeping gesture that manages to encompass most of the defending forces, "all that?"
Defiant	"Yes," Armsmaster replies simply. "He is." He consults with that person he was talking to before, the one he called Dragon, and then turns back to Wily. "Out of time," he says, "Anyone else in the city is going to have to fend for themselves. By now, they're almost certainly beyond help. Now, we just get out of the Simurgh's effective range and wait and watch." He moves off at a quick pace, Halberd slung over his shoulder. In the air, Eidolon and Legend are joined by Nox and Taro - and they seem to appreciate the help. Nox slices through the Simurgh's defences, and into her wings and her body. Feathers fall from the wounds, almost crystalline in their beauty. Taro opens up with his plasma weaponry and they, too, find their mark as Eidolon opens up gaps in the Simurgh's debris shield. Legend fires off another burst of lasers, some of them managing to strike home. They're hitting her - but it's hard to tell if the thing is actually hurting!
Nox	Rather than continuing to pour the hurt on for as long as possible, Nox stops for a moment to gague the effectiveness of his shots. "Powerful wide ranged telekinetic and telepathic abilities, but limited direct combat ability. Hmmm. More like a force of nature than an opponent. This will be interesting." He decides against closing for the finisher, instead projecting a two dimensional barrier of the same glowing blue energy as the blades, stylised into the shape of several interlocking gears that create multiple layers of reinforcement over one another. From behind his fortification, he begins firing once again, stepping up from slicing planes of folded space to orbs of it that have been unstably compressed; steadily firing off incandescent bolts that streak through the air and violently decompress inside of whatever they penetrate. Rather than simply cutting the debris into two pieces of smaller debris, he aims to completely obliterate it, seeing the flying objects as both the enemy's primary defense and main offensive weapon. He leaves Taro to make his own decision. The man seems capable enough, and he has complete faith in his own time acceleration skills.
Taro	She is a pretty monster. That much Taro will say for her. Nox is trying to create an opening for the rest of them, and with a quiet grunt of thanks, Taro tries to take advantage of whatever gaps the man creates to aim for the angelic creature itself. He continues firing volley after volley of plasma, the time manipulation speeding their timing to a rapid stream. The offbleed of heat may be raising the temerature within their timebubble just a bit. He does not appear to be overly concerned, or if he is, he's not saying so. "I believe our effect is questionable," he asides to Nox, "and I begin to think those still out there are merely buying time."
Dr. Wily	With the saucer off carrying civilians to safety now, Wily has little choice but to tag along with the apparent leader of the city's heroes as he moves out - while evacuating is still a very appealing option, it's not altogether SAFE, since that bus has target written all over it. He can't really join the attack, and he'd be a fool to just stand still, so all he can do is follow and hope he's not getting too much closer to the battle. "So, this happen often then? An... Endbringer... comes in, you feed a city to it while you wait for your one useful ally to show up and stop it?" Wily's tone is... not quite angry or accusatory, but it sounds like it could go there. This is something of a familiar sight to him, after all - even if he's generally more or less in Simurgh's position. A bit of irritation at the people who won't stop calling for their heroes showing through? Or maybe it's just that he'd really like the people who are - at the moment - holding his life in their hands to be a little more on the ball? Wily staggers to a stop for a moment, pressing his hands against his temples; the toolbox drops to the ground as he does, cracking open with a loud clatter to reveal a few actual tools, and a bunch of electronic gizmos and apparent data recorders.
Defiant	"Every couple of months," Armsmaster replies. "And that is how it goes. Scion shows up - eventually, but whether that's before or after the Endbringer has been and gone." Armsmaster shakes his head. He watches Wily stagger around dispassionately, but his hands reflexively grip tighter on his Halberd. Metal squeals quietly. "Are you okay?" he asks, with little actual concern. In the sky, the Simurgh continues to weather the onslaught. Feathers fall from the sky, but she begins to weave through the numerous projectiles with a bizarre sense of ease. She moves a wing out of the way here, tilts her head there, adjusts an arm of a leg there. Slowly, however, she begins to ascend. Is she leaving? She might be leaving. Eidolon and Legend, however, don't stop shooting.
Taro	Is she leaving, or is her ascent meant to widen the range of her destruction? Taro has too little data to make a firm judgment. It appears the natives aren't ceasing fire, and he chooses to follow their example for now. "Her evasion tactics are impressive," he says, as much to himself as to Nox over their self-created din of weapons fire. Followed by, "If the goal was to kill this being, I do not think we can achieve that with what we have here. Unless you happened to bring a satellite weapons platform." The words said in either perfect deadpan or in straight seriousness.
Nox	"Of course they're stalling for time! What are these people going to do something like this? Normal humans may as well be insects to this . . . Endbringer, and their heros are clearly holding out for reinforcements. I didn't come here to try and mount it's head on a wall over a fireplace after all. I have something else in mind. Keep firing." Nox's voice is curt and businesslike, even with the metallic tinge to it due to the mast and the steady charge and thump of spatial bolts being launched in steady succession. With the debris taken care of, he focuses fire on Simurgh herself, seemingly fine with her dodging his attacks so long as he continues to apply pressure. Only when it appears as if she is about to leave does he stop, lowering his hands to his sides. "Ahahaha! There we are! It's thoroughly worn out now. Apologies for this next part, however . . ." The xelor throws his arms out, then brings his hands together by degrees, each motion accompanied by ticking sounds loud enough to hear over the wind. As his fingers come together, a tiny point of ultra-condensed energy flares to life between them, which is then crushed in a single movement. A wave much like that which accompanied by his original bubble, explodes outwards in all directions; an omnidirectional ripple that quickly passes over the entire city. Where the faint shade of blue washes over, the wind, the flying debris, the trashing of the trees, the blare of car alarms, and even the panicked fleeing of civilians, comes to a complete and total stop. Any Elites are deliberately exempted from the effect, allowing Wily, Taro, Armsmaster, and quite likely Legend and Eidolon, in the middle of an eerie museum of frozen time. Nox however, makes sure not to leave Simurgh out, having only cast his mostly costly spell for the express purpose of preventing her from escaping. Leaving a fizzling afterimage by Taro, he reappears directly behind the Endbringer in dangerously close proximity, holding his hands a foot out to either side of her head. Cyan lightning crackles from his palms, arcing towards the Endbringer, and upon contact, beginning the process of siphoning energy at a prodigious rate. The intent is to draw as much out of the creature as possible before this 'Scion' arrives and inevitably kills it. Coincidentally, the spell is giving Scion a few extra minutes to catch up.
Dr. Wily	"I-I'm... fine. Ngh... that thing's just... getting louder." There's an audible strain in Wily's voice - it's clear that Simurgh's psychic scream is starting to HURT, but he grits his teeth and carries on anyway. Things seem to be contained enough for now, and maybe he's got some kind of a plan? Of course, plans and psychic headaches are just going to have to wait for a minute. That toolbox isn't going to gather itself back up. As he scrambles to gather everything back up as quickly as possible, Wily catches a glimpse of something on one of his data recorders, at least, which seems to trouble him, but... well, he's not going to worry about it just yet. Busy. He's just about gotten his equipment gathered back up, and is preparing to sprint to catch up with the increasingly distant hero, when... whoops, time bubble! It's not an unfamiliar sensation to Wily - he's built robots to do the same - but it does give him an idea, and he shouts off into the distance, "Maybe you just need to... build a better defence force!"
Defiant	The power! The power! Even for a fifteen foot angel, there seems to be so much more power in this thing than Taro might have expected. It's a veritable fount - like a bottomless well. It just keeps going and going and going and going. Does he have a limit? Does it? "It isn't a matter of a better defence force!" Armsmaster retorts and, yeah, he's just moved right on - although he stops when everything else seems to. And that's when everything goes straight to hell. A few moments after Taro stops /everything/, there's a golden flash on the horizon. A moment more, and there's someone else in the stasis bubble. He's tall, muscular, and impossibly golden - like someone had sculpted him out of gold. His skin is golden, his hair is long and golden, his beard is golden, his eyes are golden. He wears a tight white bodysuit, free of mark of blemish. He looks sad, almost. The area is bathed in golden light, and the bubble dissipates. The golden man abruptly /uppercuts/ the Simurgh, blasting into the air, and then blasts it with more golden light from his hand. Where it hits the Simurgh, the Endbringer /disintegrates/, matter spalling off in fine golden flakes. It makes it all the more perplexing when the Simurgh takes the skies, soaring on all of its wings, and Scion doesn't pursue. He watches it for a moment, expression unchanging, then takes to the air and vanishes over the horizon in moments. "Scion," Armsmaster states to Wily. "Scion," Eidolon and Legend murmur in the skies above.
Nox	Nox can't help but let out a gaspin laugh into the faceplate of his mask at how much power he begins drawing from the Endbringer. His internal reserves fill immediately, which prompts him to immediately begin wirelessly siphoning it to Horologium. Had he known the entity known as Simurgh would contain so much energy, he would have hatched some sort of elaborate scheme to capture it rather than waiting for it to be killed. It's with disappointment that he looks over his shoulder at Scion's arrival, teleporting out of the way just in time to avoid being hit by his attack. The look he gives his departure however, is a calculating one. If Scion was even /more/ powerful than Simurgh, then . . . "I see . . ." He floats back to Taro, deep in contemplation. "I assume I find you well? Our last Confederate friend appears to still be in fine shape. All in all, that wasn't too bad, now was it?"
Taro	What in the CyberGoddess' name is -that-? Taro unfurls wings as the timebubble bursts, since there is no longer any other force to hold him aloft, his plasma volleys stuttering to a halt as the new challenger enters the field of fire. His eyes widen as the titans clash in the center of the destruction, then narrow as it becomes clear who is outmatched. "I begin to wonder if we're meddling in the affairs of gods," he mutters darkly under his breath. His expression is a faint scowl - though to be fair, his expression is usually a frown - when Nox moves back to join him. "My weapons energy is low, but otherwise, all right." He casts a glance around at the freshly ruined cityscape below them. "Far better than this place has fared, I would say. You?"
Dr. Wily	Wily has already begun to sprint toward the remains of the fallen dragon-jet, bold and full of intent, when Scion makes his flashy entrance and handily flattens the Endbringer. He can't help but stand in awe of the spectacle - that sort of thing simply isn't usual for him. Not a habitual witness to superheroes, this one. "... oh... okay..." The doctor is audibly at a complete loss here. His tone is a flat, awed disbelief. Hey, at least it's over! "That's... impressive, yeah..." There are three things going through Wily's head right now: 'Okay, safe now!', 'I'm glad that neither of those things are MY problem', and... 'I wonder if I could beat that?' Well, it looks like somebody's got some planning, building, and strategizing to do! Wily's going to have a busy evening ahead of him after this little trip is done with.
Defiant	"Yeah," Armsmaster replies. The two capes in the air are already leaving, floating off to go attend to damage control or... something. In the wake of Scion's sudden arrival, of his sudden, effortless dispatching of the Endbringer, everything else just seems... strange and unreal. "I think we're done here," Armsmaster says. "Where are you three based out of? We can have a teleporter cape said you back home." At least that dreadful screaming has died down.
Taro	It's over. For now, at least. The plasma bolters retract back into his armored gauntlets, and after a moment, Taro swoops down to what's left of the road to land lightly on his his feet. A surveying glance is made at his surroundings, with a silent prayer of thanks that he's not the one tasked with rebuilding it. He realizes then that questions are being asked of him. "A city you've probably never heard of," is his answer. "I suspect, sir, your world is about to be further turned upside down. However...it appears that you have more immediate concerns."
Nox	"Gods are just as deserving of meddling than everyone else, if not more so." A dark little chuckle comes from Nox at that piece of advice, casually teleporting yet again to follow Taro back to the others. Has he actually moved /without/ teleporting yet? "I'm certain we can make our own respective ways back, however, I believe it would be best to leave some manner of contact information once you find out the inevitable." Nox tosses Armsmaster a spare radio; one seemindly constructed out of itsy bitsy gears under a brass casing. "I'm /sure/ you'll enjoy it."
Dr. Wily	"Well, that's... an interesting question." Wily clears his throat. "This isn't my job, there'll be people along to do it RIGHT, but for now... we're not from anywhere you've heard of. Welcome to the Multiverse. ... I don't think we'll be glad to have you." Not the best spokesman, unfortunately. That's what the diplomatic corps are for. "We'll find our own way home. Good luck with the Endbringer thing." With that, Wily is recalling his saucer. He's had quite enough of this place for now - he's not going to stick around for question time, he's just going to get the heck out before something ELSE happens. Or that Scion guy detects not-so-heroic sorts in the area. Not a chance he wants to take.