An Impossibility No More

[Coolpikaaa]

((Do you have a character hasn't changed in YEARS!? A character that you use all the time, and would like somehow different, but the RP never leads to it? Then this adventure is for you! *catchy ad jingle*))

By morning, hundreds of people had surrounded a small tent in one of the city's larger parks. They ad all seen the advertisements scattered across the dojo, radio and television bits, posters and mail, even a large blimp which floated over busy locations. All of them told of a man who would soon come to the dojo with the power to do ANYTHING. Even the hardest laws of physics could do nothing to his might. And the biggest news of all...
He had promised each and every person to come to his tent one wish. Anything at all. So of course, many people had lined up.

You could tell the man was a showoff by the two large signs now hung beside the tent. Both having just hatched from hummingbird eggs and painted by temporal rift cast-offs right before the eyes of th crowd, who now marvelled in his power over space and time. One sign read ?Be sure to have your wish ready BEFORE entering the tent?, while the other was a warning, scrawled in deep heavy letters.

BE SURE YOUR WISH IS AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE.

It seemed, sadly, no one paid that sign much attention, much rather bathing in the happiness of their surroundings or deep in thought about what their wish would be.

After a matter of moments, a surge of cheers errupted. The tent had opened up and ushered in it's first customer...

-coolpikaaa

((Ok everyone, here is the deal. You can start off with your character in line, and eventually go for one wish from a weird dude no one has actually yet seen, or give in to that gnawing at the back of your head and investigate. But then again who would want to give up the power to fill their deepest desire? ))

[Cirrial]

501 finds himself in a queue with an aching head and poor recollection of the night before. That was such an awesome party! He grabs at the back of his head and fidgets with the plug, screwing it in a little more tightly. I have to say, that was the best drink simulation I've had in a while. Must have been absolutely smashed last night. Wait. Where am I now?

He looks around. "Oh. Right. Someone mind telling me where I am and what I'm about to sign?"

A few members of the queue give him odd looks, mostly ignoring him. One crowd member points up to the incredibly obvious, unavoidable and hard-to-miss blimps in the sky.

"Ohhh. Right. ...Oh! Awesome!"

He watches the firework-display of the signs unfolding from nothingness. "...I have to ask this guy where he gets his stuff from. Oh, right, the whole 'I am the man with the power to do anything' thing."

He slowly inches up along the queue, looking around. One free wish, eh? There has to be some strings attached. ...Maybe he's an Agent and he's actually going to kill us all when we're most distracted! No, no, that's just the SynthOdka speaking. I'm sure nothing will possibly go wrong!

"One free wish..." The queuers start to leave wider and wider gaps around the strange, strange talking robot bird. In the distance, someone points accusingly at 501, screaming "Pollo de mutante!", but no-one seems to pay any attention.

If I had a wish, what would it be? ...Hrrrrm. There are so many ways I could waste this opportunity, so many ways I could selflessly sacrifice a wish for the greater benefit of Maratix, or for life in all universes. ...No, no, that's a little too big. He probably can't quite do that, and besides, how boring and cliché is that?

He rests his beak thoughtfully on a hand. Maybe I could wish to be a living being again. Nah, I'm too fond of the fact that this body won't decompress in the vacuum of space. Then again... no. I've had this opportunity back home. What if I wished for a strong Maratix presence? ...No, these Blackstar folks would tear it down without a second thought. Five, this is hard!

He shuffles along the queue, deep in thought, oblivious to anything but the movement of the queue.

[Coolpikaaa]

The line moved quite fast, swallowing up the people in front of 501. Oddly enough, it seemed no one ne was intoxicated!

"A drunken wish?" the wishmaker thought, clasping his hands in glee. Much more fun.

"So what will it be my boy"? the man started, inching closer on his desk. "Or do you need a suggestion?"

The last question was just really for conversation. If the wishmaker could make 501 his puppet for all eternity just by moving a finger, planting a wish in his mind would be no problem at all. However he liked his "customers" to have control. At least for a littlne was intoxicated!

"A drunken wish?" the wishmaker thought, clasping his hands in glee. Much more fun.

"So what will it be my boy"? the man started, inching closer on his desk. "Or do you need a suggestion?"

The last question was just really for conversation. If the wishmaker could make 501 his puppet for all eternity just by moving a finger, planting a wish in his mind would be no problem at all. However he liked his "customers" to have control. At least for a little while...

-coolpikaaa

((Just a notice to future RPers, if you want a wish, just have your character wait in line and you will be called in after the user before you has been "taken care of" ))

[Cirrial]

"Drunk?" 501 taps his head in a curious pattern and stands up straight. "Not any more! Okay, definitely not going with the 'be a flesh-and-feather keynain' option. I like this body far too much. As for what I want to wish..."

He ponders. What do I want the most that I can never seem to find?

Information, really. I'd love to have some of my questions answered. What is Blackstar? Why is it so strange? Or about my home universe. What exactly are Agents? How do they function? Is there some reason for their existence? Why does Bluespace exist?

What if questions. Those too. What if Maratix was never formed? What if Neomeme was never formed? What if the Alliance was never formed? What if I never accepted that scouting mission? Or if I refused the blackbox surgery? What would have happened to the galaxy if I'd died? ...This is needlessly morbid. There are better questions for me to ask than that. Come ON, 501. Think!

"Uhhhh..."

Or some exotic technology. Time travel. Instantaneous teleportation without using Bluespace. Perfect antigravity without the need to mine it from *urgh* giant space squid. A fully stable, non-volatile reactor for my body. No, better yet, a shape-shifting modular body! One made of nanomachines! ...No, that's a little too extreme a shift. They might just throw out my mind and rebel... huh, I wonder if that's what those goos were. Okay, drifting off topic a little.

"Umm..."

So many choices! Maybe I should wish to be less indecisive. ...Then I'd figure out what I'd really have wanted and probably regret it forever, so no, that's not an option either. Fiiive. If I could grant my own wishes there'd be no need for- wait. That's it! Wait. No. No, that's a bad idea. No telling how he'd take that. Hrm. What if I made it limited? Oh, forget it. I need to make sure this is as clear as possible. Any ambiguity and I'm asking for trouble. Hrrrrm.

What if I wished that Maratix will prevail over its enemies and unite the galaxy in peace and harmony? No. No, I'm not wishing that, I'm going to get an authoritarian dystopia and then I'll have to spend the rest of my life trying to undo my actions.

He speaks in a solemn, serious tone.

"I wish I had a clue as to what I'm doing here. That's my wish. I want to know why I'm here. Of all worlds, of all universes, I want to know exactly why it was this one I fell into that one fateful day. Was it random chance? Is there some destiny I'm supposed to fulfil? Some prophecy? 'The metal bird from the skies shall unite us as one', that kind of thing? Is there a reason as to why whenever I try to leave, something pulls me back? That's what I wish. I want to know why I'm here."

[Coolpikaaa]

The currently unnamed to the public, friendly neighborhood wish guy was quite bored. The robot had left drunken-mode, lowering his spirits quite a bit and proceeded to enter a long (and did he mention boring?) system of "Umms and Uhhs".

He wondered if these five seconds were the longest time of boredom in his life. The robot continued with more "Umms" and The Wishmaster rolled 501's eyes. He had long ago found rolling his own was "much too strenuous".

Finally, the robo-bird had taken on a serious tone and spoke....

"I wish I had a clue as to what I'm doing here. That's my wish. I want to know why I'm here. Of all worlds, of all universes, I want to know exactly why it was this one I fell into that one fateful day. Was it random chance? Is there some destiny I'm supposed to fulfil? Some prophecy? 'The metal bird from the skies shall unite us as one', that kind of thing? Is there a reason as to why whenever I try to leave, something pulls me back? That's what I wish. I want to know why I'm here."

"Ah. A fine wish, If I do say so myself..." The man behind the desk said, exiting his chair and crossing the room with surprising agility. He rested a large hand on 501's head before speaking up again.

"You want to know the secrets of this place and why it means so much to you.....but are you ready to live with the consequences?"

That last question lingered in the air, laced with evil.

He soon was rotating the top of the machine's head like a person opening a simple jar. It twisted off, and the Wishmaster threw 501's "Lid" onto the ground.

What happened next was really quite unexplainable. A mist rose out of the top of 501's opened head and formed a loose rotating ball. This ball of mist was the robot's entire mind, and now that it no longer had a body to worry about, answers from the universe flowed freely into it, solving most of it's questions and teaching it much much more.

However, minds are always prone to wandering, and this one was no exception. It soon vanished completely, zooming off through time and space to whatever it had thought of at that moment.

The room was now oddly quiet. Only the Wishmaster and 501's leftover body remained, waiting in silence as the seconds ticked loudly by on a wall clock.


He picked up 501's body in his arms, crumpled it into a paper ball and threw it out. He moved to his desk, sat down and smiled, mumbling to himself.

'....Next customer please!"


-coolpikaaa

((Cirr was totally in the loop on this one, no worries everyone. ))

[drlupinmario]

A dark shadow crawls around from a rocky cavern. His Ultrasonic senses echo around the area. There is a large gathering near his area. Why? This must be investigated.

He slips into the shadows of the objects in the park. The sunlight... why must it be so bright? It interferes with his vision. He would have to slowly adjust his eyes to the bright light. And even then, The brightness may cause damage to his skin...

Quickly creeping around from area to area, He finds a radio in the park warehouse. Theese... Dojopians and their complex toys. It takes him a minute to turn on this radio. Static. This sound is like fire to him. He covers his banana-shaped head in an attempt to block out this horrifying noise. Fortunately, It stops only a minute later to a Talk show, Hosted by some guy named Rikt Varsley...
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"So uh, We have been getting calls about some kind of Wish-granter-dude. As always, We love to hear your calls, And infact, We are answering some right now. Hello, This is the Rikt Varsley hour." "Yeah, Hi. I would like to say that this guy, is like, Not a hoax man. I just saw him do some things with his hands to create signs, advertisements using humming bird eggs and wormholes and stuff... " "Can you go into detail" "Not really man, Its like, Really hard to explain. But its happening in Ubungo park. Huge line.You cant miss it." "Okay then, May I ask who is calling" "Yeah, Name is Al Koholik" "Okay then Al, Call back if you have anything else about this strange occorance. In the meantime, Im going to put on my greatest hit"
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The Alien keeps listening. A wish-bringer? Maybe he could finally have his dream come true. Maybe he could finally be crowned King of his own kind, The Xenomorphs for this Entire planet. Maybe even the universe... He keeps thinking until finally, Rikt puts on his "Greatest Hit" . The moment it plays, He covers his head and runs out of the warehouse. The sunlight is a better hell then this...
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Dashing through the sunlight, He finally arives at Ubungo park at the end of a large line. Just a little longer... Only a little longer...

((warning:link b rikroll CP EDIT: i can write small too!))

[Coolpikaaa]

The wishmaker fished a crumpled paper ball from his trash-basket. It had been some time since 501's wish, a busy period filled with many people and their hopes. Now he was thinking, maybe he could do something with 501's left behind machines after all.

He put the paper on his desk and smoothed it out with his hands. On it's surface was an incredibly lifelike drawing of the robot and in actuality was his whole mass, simply converted to strokes of a pencil.
Breaking the laws of physics was such fun.

He tucked away the note under a book on his desk for later. He was guessing 501's mind would eventually float back here, and he just may want his body back.

He served many more of his customers, none ever leaving the tent unaltered, until he came to a strange black alien. The wishmaker had expressed that all those people OF BLACKSTAR could have a wish, and he was fairly sure this creature was not native. However he was in quite a good mood, and beckoned the Xenomorph in all the same.

"So what will it be?" the Wishmaker asked, in a series of hisses and sounds native to the alien race. It was a trick he liked to do, involving probing their brain, pulling out their language parts and fitting them into his own, even better as it made not mess.

He asked again.

-coolpikaaa

[drlupinmario]

The creature makes a few hisses. It assumes at first that this Wishmaker knows his native tongue. The Wishmaker only responds with a confused face. Before ushering the creature out, It finally responds in the Dojopian launguage...

"My wisshhhh... My wisshh..." he murmers. "My wishh is to become the top of my proud species, The Grand Queen Mother, ahhh... Grand king fauther... of my proud race of fellow Xenomorphsss..., and thereinby to convert this whole planet, nighhh... galaxy.... universe into one of whom I am the Grand king of my fellow Xenomorphsssssss...."

The Alien's language skills are slightly poor. Indeed, it is a bit tough to make out what he is saying with all the hissing of the S's.

[Coolpikaaa]

The wishmaster gave a confused glance at the alien as he failed horribly to speak his own native language. Then, realizing what he himself had done, smiled. The wishmaster had indeed removed all traces of the Xenomorphian language from this creature's head.

He almost started laughing as the creature struggled some more, making hisses at all the wrong points. To add salt to the wound, the wishmaster made every soundwave that left his mouth into bubbles that floated lazily about the tent.

The wish granter, after having some fun, copied his own knowledge about the foreign speech and plunked it back into the creature's mind.

The Alien had now switched to Dojoian, speaking in fragmented words that hissed with every "s". The alien, in the wishmaster's mind at least, was taking his steady time with the words. Each second seemed to drag into an hour and quickly the man had a frown on his face.

Halfway through the wish, the man started messing about with the Alien's genetic structure. Boredom fading away, he froze time itself.

What would have been Hundreds of Years later, the Wishmaker had completely finished mapping the genetic structure of the Alien, along with everyone else in the line, and then all of Blackstar. He knew exactly what every gene did, for billions of creatures, and could manipulate them as easily as one would blink. Satisfied, he started time moving again, and the Xenomorph continued on the exact same syllable.

The wishmaker tried to pay attention, he really did, but he soon lost interest once more. He sat upright and twitched an eye at the alien, watching as his banana like skull and tail pulled inward, and the black scales turned to simple flesh, any leftovers now hung as clothing. The alien creature was now completely human in every way.

Wishmaker man was overjoyed. He then turned the new-found human female, then switched her into a bat, a norn, camel and tree. Finally he reverted her back to Alien form.

"Ok little miss, your wish is my command!"

All across the dojo, people hunched over in pain. Tetsu-ko the dragon, who was shopping at the time, dropped all her fruit to the ground and shook violently. Cries of rage came up from everywhere, human and animal alike, as they literally split apart revealing the fact they were now Xenomorph. The effect spread into the galaxy, then the whole universe.

And the Alien who had ventured into the tent, now once again male, was king of them all.

-coolpikaaa

((Dun Dun Daa! Will someone come along and set things right? Stay tuned!))

[Cirrial]

(( Warning: Long post serving mostly as character development and some attempt at a "recap", and also me trying to straighten out which characters are still present in Blackstar. You can skip down to after the dashes if you want the actions that affect anyone else. ))

501 heard his immovable eyes make cracking noises as the world in front of him seemed to spin around, before settling back to normal. Woah. I forgot what it was like to roll my eyes- hey, wait a minute, that shouldn't be possible!

He gives his wish and stands silently.

"You want to know the secrets of this place and why it means so much to you.....but are you ready to live with the consequences?"

Oh five. "Wait, uh, I'm having second thoughts-"

The wishmaster's hand suddenly unscrews the top of his head. "No seriously I have no idea what you're gonna do but stop-"

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Suddenly, all is strangely detached.

The entire world of Blackstar flashes through as images and concepts as 501's mind freefalls through reality, screaming wordlessly.

Eventually, the disorienting nature of it all starts to fade away, and 501 swoops bodiless through Blackstar, flying with a grace no keynain would have ever known back home. Hahaha! This is actually pretty awesome!

His mind flies around Blackstar, through many objects, abstract concepts, distant memories and echoes of the future. He begins to wonder if any dimension is a constraint, and whether he could fly freely about through time itself.

It doesn't prove to be too much of a problem. 501 watches himself stumble around the Corrupted Cave, searching for the Second-in-Command for no real reason other than boredom. He observes the Corporation in their first attempt to take Blackstar, and realises what a threat they might have been. He then watches Ensichrys in the past, talons raised to strike 501 down.

He pauses at this last scene, unsure of what happened next, or why Ensichrys had been quite so distrusting. He flies through the sea of information in the air, and is taken aback to hear a clamour of multiple voices, reciting their innermost thoughts.

He listens to his own thoughts, corrupted by the goos inside his head, and realises exactly why everyone thought him such a danger. Deciding not to focus on such a depressing event, he flies onward. Onward, a thousand years into the future. Too far for his knowledge to affect anything, surely?

A dark future indeed, with the world of Blackstar seemingly ripping apart at a giant, golden seam. 501 notices three individuals, relatively closer to each other. A large grey fox, a disturbingly familiar cyborg keletian, and the divine creator of Blackstar. Despite having no body, he shivers, feeling that at some point, all three would drastically change the course of his life. Perhaps some of them already had.

He returns to the past, and watches himself carry a bloodied areeni into Kazumaru's lab, reasoning with its sadistic AI. He tries to remember the areeni's name, but cannot seem to remember anything. He doesn't quite remember whatever happened to the areeni, either. There were rumours that something that sounded like an areeni went to a local tavern, and disappeared into the city streets. He does remember Kazumaru, his eccentricity, and how unperturbed he seemed to be that there was a large facility directly beneath his own. In short, a spirit after his own heart.

He recalls a being he saw during the first Corporate invasion, and returns to see it. He catches a solitary glimpse of a being categorised by Maratix as one of the most dangerous, most hostile, and most enigmatic threats. An artificial being of glass, flesh, metal, and rampant insanity. The being Maratix had come to recognise as the "Protoparagon". It never seems to leave Blackstar as he follows its actions for a few years.

He flies into the present and watches in amazement as the population turns into rather hideous looking alien creatures, but the thought that this may be the Wishmaster's doing does not even cross his mind.

He continues flying back and forward in time and space, knowing everything, but remembering barely anything. As a floating mind, the information passes freely, without the cumbersome and lengthy journeys of signals through wires and neurons. The entire journey has lasted mere minutes.

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He drifts back into the Wishmaster's tent and looks for his body, and finds the rather impressive drawing of it on paper. Oh neat. I should ask this guy for a framed copy.

He ignores everyone but the Wishmaster in the tent, waiting patiently as a floating incorporeal ball of mist in the corner. He tries to clear his throat before realising he doesn't have one. Uh, hey, wish guy? I'm, er, I'm done trying to know everything. It doesn't quite stick. If I learn something I forget something else. Guess I got my answers, though. Shame I'll never remember them. The things I've seen or I assume I've seen, I swear, have been really quite enlightening. Oh, and isn't it weird how everyone's suddenly changed?

[Coolpikaaa]

The wishmaker opens the flap of his tent, suddenly feeling quite ill. Transforming all animal life in the universe must have been a strain on even his "limitless power". What he saw outside chilled him to the bone.

Thousands of alien killers wormed around on the ground before adjusting to the bodies and standing. Former humans managed to get onto two feet, while other ex-animals remained crouched.

A massive one with horrible black wings fell from the sky(probably a dragon before the change), targeting the tent. It's claws raked the surface, tearing the fabric apart and splintering poles before the wishmaster got a good look at the creature and it fell to the ground, turned to stone.

Most of the creatures now realized the fact no other animals inhabited the world except for the human inside the tent, and they all wanted a piece of of him before they starved out.

The first wave fell, turning to cardboard cutouts which bent under the feet of the swarm. Several more became rooted to the spot, transforming into trees, while others simply melted into black ooze. He managed to wipe out just over a hundred more, reverting them to eggs which rolled to a stop. A few of the closer ones stood still, twitched, and swallowed their own brains.

The last human anywhere retreated into his tent, and noticing that 501's mind had indeed come back, moved it into the drawing on his desk. The paper lifted into the air and shook itself free of the drawing, which became more and more three dimensional as it dropped. With his last bit of magic the Wishmaster, 501 and the tent all sunk through the planet, poking out on the other side. The man collapsed at 501's feet, feeling safe from the monsters, and all out of magic.

At least for the moment.

-coolpikaaa

[drlupinmario]

The xenomorph looks back. He can see a large member of his bretheran destroying the tent of which he exited minutes before. He looks toward his leigon, of whom is rushing in the millions towards the area of where the tent has been.

This Xenomorph stands atop a high hill. He attempts to instruct his leigon to stop and kneel to him. Unknowingness to him, He speaks it in Dojopian. The millions of Xenomorphs, Almost identical to him, continue rushing to the tent. This is not what he has wished for. Here, He is a tiny spec in a large mass of dirt. An ink droplet in the mass of life. Is this what he wanted? No. Instead, He wished to have all theese under his command.

The Xenomorph, Daggar, Grips his teeth and joins the horde in the rush for the food...

[Cirrial]

501 looks around, perplexed, checking and double-checking to make sure his body is completely intact, operative, and as far from a pencil-sketch-made-3D as possible. He shrugs to nobody in particular and glances down to the wishmaster, currently lying in front of him.

"Uh, you okay there? ...Hm. Was it night before?"

He peeks outside the tent, failing to recognise the surroundings. "Oh. The tent moved. ...The tent moved? Why did you move the tent? What's going on? Also, while I'm asking you questions, who exactly are you, anyway? Oh, and, er, are you alright? Sorry, probably should have asked that first." Damn. I probably knew the answers to these questions a few minutes ago.

He looks outside and sees a few advancing aliens off on the horizon. "Huh. I thought that was a hallucination in my efforts to think my way back to the tent. ...oh no."

He recalls seeing everything taking that same form, and the wishmaster's collapsed state, and the tent being relocated, and some remnant knowledge from his mental flight through the cosmos. "Oh no, you didn't... you didn't... why did you do that? Why would you do that?!"

Well, he's clearly not an Agent. Even they have some degree of responsibility.

He reaches for his ion pistol, expecting to grasp empty air. Much to his surprise, it seems he actually came prepared for the worst. That, or he'd taken it to the party to show off his marksmanship skills, but he prefers to believe the first choice. The first choice involves less chance of accidently drunkenly shooting someone and not remembering anything about it.

With the T-shaped weapon held in one hand, he twists a dial with the other hand, setting the weapon to its highest possible setting. He then remembers this setting typically translates into "explode violently", and turns it back a few notches.

He runs out of the tent and aims at the closest alien, raising his voice a few decibels. "Stop! Back away! Get any closer and I will be forced to open fire!"

[Coolpikaaa]

The tent flap opened at the wishmaster strolled out, staring at the approaching horde. He looked at the alien group with interest, as if seeing their ranks for the first time.

"What's this? A party?"

Anyone could immediately tell something was wrong with the already deranged man.

"If I dare say, this party is quite sad. Perhaps more guests are due?"

Just as the wishmaker finished his question, several more Xenomorphs poofed into existance and joined the swarm. The king of all life in the universe, Dagger, was one of them.

"Ah. Much better."

The dazed Wishmaker gazed over the alien ranks, and one near the front winked out of reality, reappearing in the palm of his hand, now only a bit bigger than a mouse. With the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, he grabbed onto the creatures mouth and stretched it out long so it hung over the side like a loose piece of spaghetti. The trick proved to effectively disable the otherwise deadly individual.

"You see, I've changed the creature into genetic putty." The wishmaker now seemed to be giving a lecture to invisible students."The subject remains completely alive during the whole process, and in my personal opinion, much more fun."

He rolled the alien into a ball and bounced it on the ground.

"One can even completely re-design the animal!" The wishmaster had sculpted a horse out of the ball and after adjusting to it's legs, the new critter galloped back and forth across the wishmaster's palm.

At this point, the hunting party had moved much closer to 501 and the temporarily insane wishmaker. One of them had even been rude enough to give an excited call during the man's lecture. Needless to say she found herself in orbit, high above Blackstar, it's newest, and largest, moon.

Now the man who had obviously lost his marbles, turned (in his daze) attention to 501.

"Ah, my most promising student." He still seemed to be in the illusion he was some kind of teacher, and now held out the genetic putty. "Would you like to try? I could teach you how."

The Xenomorph swarm would be on the two any moment.

-coolpikaaa

[drlupinmario]

Dagger halts in its tracks. As the rest of the Xenomorphs run wildly into their immanent death, Dagger instead looks around to try and find a ventalation system.

Naturally, He doesnt find one. So instead, he digs. Perhaps he could pop up underground and surprise the wishmaker...