#Jorgen: -grumbles-

[stratataisen]

Me: -falling asleep-

Brain: What if Jonas Balker and Aric Jorgen fuck?

Me: ....

Brain: And they end up in a relationship.

Me: -screams into pillow-

Brain: I know right? It's a great idea!

[fountainpenguin]

You’ve given us some info on how A.C. and H.P. get along (which also makes some talks between them in Fairy Baby seem even more flirtatious now) but how does Jorgen fit into things? Did H.P. ever try to seduce him? Did A.C. ever try to seduce him!? (Trying to seduce Jorgen honestly sounds like a competition just dumb enough for them to try)

I was 100% thinking of their conversations during “Fairly Odd Baby” when I said the RR versions of H.P. and A.C. probably flirt all the time.

I decided that Jorgen gets enough flak in my Classic works that I’d let him off the hook easy in this AU. In my Classic verse, magazines regularly gossip that Pixie loyalties flip between Fairy and Anti-Fairy World depending on whether H.P. is more interested in Anti-Cosmo or Jorgen at the time. In RR AU, Jorgen gets a free pass... H.P. and Anti-Cosmo are both so intimidated by the Tooth Fairy that they steer clear (even pre-Season 5 when Jorgen and Tooth were dating and not yet married).

In Classic, Pixie World is a tiny micronation surrounded on all sides by a single region of Fairy World. It’s itty-bitty, and that plays into H.P.’s competitive jealousy towards Jorgen. In RR AU, Pixie World is the same size as Fairy and Anti-Fairy World but also has a denser population, so the playing field is slightly more even but tipped in H.P.’s favor. Less rivalry, less competition.

Classic H.P. respects Jorgen’s leadership abilities and Jorgen respects H.P.’s abilities even though they’re blatantly bigger rivals than Jorgen and Anti-Cosmo are. They have a semi-healthy “It’s my turn to torment you” / “Hey I need to take a pass on torment this month, I’m pretty busy” / “Oh okay, I can wait” kind of relationship which is why H.P. bails out of following through on a plan he and Anti-Cosmo once made to overthrow Jorgen, leaving a desperate Anti-Cosmo to attempt it himself, but that’s a story yet to come.

In RR AU, H.P. just thinks Jorgen is stupid, but leaves him in power because he doesn’t want to risk the Fairies replacing him with someone smarter. Occasionally he launches attacks on Fairy World and gets a kick out of watching Jorgen squirm beneath his thumb, but according to H.P.’s calculations, the Fairies wouldn’t take it well if Jorgen simply handed Fairy World over. It would have to be public and legal before they accept it. That’s why he goes through the legal system by buying out Fairy World and exploiting loopholes.

I want to point out how accepting the Fairies were of being ruled by Pixies in “Pixies Inc.” and the Musical. They grumbled, but Timmy was the one who had to save them because they weren’t planning to save themselves. The one and only Fairy who stood up to the Pixies was Binky, and they broke him FAST. What can I say? Fairies like rules. There’s a reason Da Rules is full of so many stringent policies... No one ever argues against them, haha.

Classic Anti-Cosmo is straight-up scared of Jorgen, sometimes taunting him from a distance or teasing him in disguise, but always avoiding direct confrontation. He’s intimidated by Jorgen’s power and highly respects his military prowess (Remember, Anti-Cosmo was main general during the War of the Angels, so it was his skills against Jorgen’s more often than not). Definitely more admiration than jealousy there, though he still doesn’t consider Jorgen intelligent enough to be a worthy crush... which is saying something.

Reedfilter Rules Anti-Cosmo is less scared of Jorgen. He’s more willing to taunt him to his face and finds pleasure in outsmarting him or tricking him with riddles. Probably has a mild crush on him because he’s less likely to suppress his feelings than Classic A.C., but still wouldn’t follow through due mainly to that fear of the Tooth Fairy... She scary, man.

[aion-rsa]

Brandon Sanderson's Starsight: Exclusive Chapter Excerpt

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Brandon Sanderson is back with Starsight, the sequel to his young adult science fiction novel Skyward.

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Brandon Sanderson is one of the most popular speculative fiction authors writing today. From his Stormlight Archive series to Reckoners to his work finishing the Wheel of Time series following Robert Jordan's death, Sanderson is as prolific as he is imaginative. His latest? Starsight, the sequel to his bestselling space drama Skyward, which takes the "boy and his dragon" fantasy trope and turns it into a "girl and her spaceship" story. 

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Starsight is out tomorrow, and we have an exclusive chapter excerpt to get you hyped. Before you dive in, here's the book's full synopsis:

All her life, Spensa has dreamed of becoming a pilot. Of proving she's a hero like her father. She made it to the sky, but the truths she learned about her father were crushing. The rumors of his cowardice are true--he deserted his flight during battle against the Krell. Worse, though, he turned against his team and attacked them.

Spensa is sure there's more to the story. And she's sure that whatever happened to her father in his starship could happen to her. When she made it outside the protective shell of her planet, she heard the stars--and it was terrifying. Everything Spensa has been taught about her world is a lie.

But Spensa also discovered a few other things about herself--and she'll travel to the end of the galaxy to save humankind if she needs to.

4

            Jorgen and I followed Kimmalyn to the room everyone was calling the library, despite the lack of books. Here, the Engineering Corps had been working full-time on the old data banks. They’d ripped out several of the wall panels, exposing the networks of wires running inside like tendons. Though much of this platform had come online with minimal fuss, we had been locked out of several computer systems.             Kimmalyn led us to a group of engineers in ground crew jumpsuits whispering and chatting excitedly, gathered around a large monitor they’d set up. I looked around for the rest of my flight, but they weren’t here—it was just me, Jorgen, Kimmalyn, and some officers from the admiral’s staff. I tugged at my bulky flight suit, which was sweaty from my time fighting. “Wish I’d decided to change,” I muttered to Jorgen.             “I could create a hologram of a new outfit for you!” M-Bot offered. “It—”             “How would that change the fact that I feel sweaty?” I asked him. Seriously, now that we had the remote bracelet and hologram working, he was just looking for any excuse he could get to show off.             At my voice though, someone perked up from the crowd of engineers. He turned, then grinned when he saw us.             Rodge was lanky and pale, with a mop of red hair. He smiled more now than he had when we were growing up. In fact, I kept feeling like I’d missed something—somehow, during our time repairing M-Bot together, someone had snatched away my nervous friend and replaced him with this confident person. I was proud of him, particularly when I noticed he’d gone back to wearing his cadet’s pin—one that Cobb had specifically ordered to be enameled red for him, a new symbol of achievement reserved for outstanding members of the engineering or ground crews.             Rodge bounced over to us, speaking in a soft voice. “I’m so happy she found you. You’re going to want to see this.”             “What is it?” Jorgen asked, craning his neck to see the monitor.             “Last station records,” Rodge whispered. “The final video logs before this place was shut down. They were interrupted mid- recording, and the encryption process didn’t finish as they were archived. It’s the first good chunk of data we’ve been able to recover.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Commander Ulan insisted we wait for Cobb before showing it, and I figured nobody would complain if the Hero of Alta Second wanted to watch.”             Indeed, my arrival had drawn some attention. A couple of the engineers nudged one another, nodding toward me.             “You know, Spin,” Kimmalyn noted from my side, “it can be rather convenient to be around you. Everyone pays so much attention to you, the rest of us can get away with whatever we want.”             “What would you want to get away with?” Jorgen asked. “Taking an extra sip of tea?”             Since he was still trying to get a glimpse of the monitor, he didn’t notice Kimmalyn giving him a shockingly rude gesture. I gaped at her, my jaw dropping. Had she really just done that?             Kimmalyn shot me a mischievous smile, which she then covered with her hand. This girl . . . I thought I had her figured out, then she did something like that, deliberately intended—I was sure—to shock me.             Further conversation was interrupted as the door opened and Cobb entered. He wore a short white beard and still walked with a limp from his old wound—but refused to use a cane except in the most formal of situations. He carried a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, and was wearing the crisp white uniform of the Defiant Defense Force Admiral of the Fleet—the right breast bedecked with ribbons of merit and rank. He’d reluctantly stepped up to the position after Ironsides— with equal reluctance—had taken her retirement. By some metrics, Cobb was the most important living human being. And yet, he was still just . . . well, Cobb.             “What’s this about a log file?” he demanded. “What’s on the blasted thing?”             “Sir!” said Commander Ulan, a tall woman of Yeongian heritage. “We don’t know yet. We wanted to wait for you.”             “What?” Cobb said. “Don’t you know how slowly I walk? Damn station could rotate through three shifts in the time it takes for me to limp across the stupid thing.”             “Er. Sir. We thought . . . I mean, nobody believes your leg makes you slow . . . er . . . not too slow, I mean . . .”             “Don’t pander to me, Commander,” he snapped. “We just wanted to be respectful.”             “Don’t respect me either,” he grumbled, then took a sip of his coffee. “Makes me feel old.”             Ulan forced a laugh, at which Cobb scowled, making Ulan look even more uncomfortable. I empathized with her. Learning how to deal with Cobb was as specialized a skill as performing a triple Ahlstrom loop with a reverse jumpback.             The techs made way for Cobb, so Kimmalyn and I took the opportunity to slip closer to the screen. Jorgen hung back, standing with his hands clasped behind him and letting higher-ranking officers take the closer positions. Sometimes that boy could be too dutiful. Almost made a girl feel bad for using her notoriety to get a good spot.             Cobb eyed me. “I hear you’re pulling stunts again, Lieutenant,” he said softly as one of the senior technicians fiddled with the files.             “Um . . . ,” I said.             “She sure is!” M-Bot’s voice at my wrist said. “She told Jorgen she was intentionally trying to—” I hit the mute. Then, just to be careful, I turned off his holographic projector too. I blushed, looking at Cobb.             The admiral sipped his coffee. “We’ll talk later. I don’t want to anger your grandmother by getting you killed. She made me a pie last week.”             “Um, yes, sir.”             The screen fuzzed and then the video opened, showing an image of this very room—only without the walls torn apart. A group of people sat busy before monitors, wearing unfamiliar uniforms. My breath caught. They were human.             We’d always known that would be the case. Though we’d found Detritus uninhabited, Old Earth languages decorated much of the machinery. Still, it was eerie to be looking back in time at these mysterious people. Millions upon millions—if not billions—of them must have inhabited the planet and these platforms. How had they all vanished?             They seemed to be talking—indeed, they seemed agitated, bustling around the room. On closer inspection, it looked like several were screaming, but the picture didn’t have sound. A man with blond hair scrambled into the seat in front of this monitor, his face filling our screen. He started talking.             “Sorry, sir!” said one of the techs near me. “We’re working on audio. Just a sec . . .”             Sound suddenly erupted from the screen. People shouting, a dozen voices overlapping. “—make this report,” the man at the screen said, speaking in heavily accented English. “We have initial evidence that the planet’s cytoshields are, despite long-standing assumptions, insufficient. The delver has heard our communications, and followed them to us. Repeat, the delver has returned to our station and . . .”             He trailed off, looking over his shoulder. The room was mass chaos, some people breaking down and collapsing to the floor in hysterics, others screaming at one another.             The man on our screen typed on his keyboard. “We have video from one of the perimeter platforms,” he said. “Number 1132. Turning to that view now.”             I leaned forward as the recording switched to show a starfield— the view from a camera on the outer shell, looking out into space. I could see the curvature of the platform on the bottom of the screen.             The people in the recording quieted. Were they seeing something in that star-speckled blackness that I wasn’t? Was it—             More stars were appearing.             They winked into existence, like pinpricks in reality. Hundreds . . . thousands of them, too bright to actually be stars. In fact, they moved in the sky, gathering and collecting. Even through the monitor—even from a vast distance away, in both time and space—I could feel their malevolence.             These weren’t stars. These were the eyes.             My lungs seized up. My heart started to pound in my chest.             More and more of the lights appeared, watching me through the screen. They knew me. They could see me.             I started to panic. But beside me, Cobb continued to quietly sip his coffee. Somehow, the calm way he stood there helped fend off my anxiety.             This happened a long time ago, I reminded myself. There’s no danger to me now.             The lights on the screen started to grow blurry . . . Dust, I realized. A cloud of it appeared, as if leaking through punctures in reality. The dust glowed with white light and expanded at an incredible speed. Then something followed, a large circular shape that emerged as if from nothing in the center of the dust cloud.             It was hard to make out more than the shadow of the thing. At first, my mind refused to accept the awesome scale it presented. The thing that had appeared—that blackness inside the glowing dust—dwarfed the enormous platform. Scuuud. Whatever it was, it was the size of a planet.             “I have . . . I have visual confirmation of a delver,” said the man recording the video. “Mother of Saints . . . It’s here. The cytoshielding project is a failure. The delver turned back and . . . and it’s come for us.”             The black mass shifted toward the planet. Were those arms I picked out in the shadows? No, could they be spines? The shape seemed intentionally designed to frustrate the mind, as I tried— against reason—to make sense of what I was seeing. Soon, the blackness simply became absolute. The camera died.             I thought the video was over, but the view switched back to the library room, where the man sat at his desk. Most of the other monitors had been abandoned, leaving only the man and one woman. I heard screams from elsewhere in the platform as this one man, trembling, stood up—knocking into the monitor he’d been using, twisting the camera angle.             “Life signs vanishing from the outer defensive rings!” shouted the woman. She stood up at her desk.             “Platforms falling dormant. The High Command has ordered us to engage autonomous mode!”             Shaking visibly, the man sat back down. We watched through an off-kilter monitor as he typed furiously. The woman in the room pushed back from her desk, then looked up at the ceiling as a low sound rumbled through the platform.             “Autonomous defenses engaged . . . ,” the man muttered, still typing. “Escape ships are falling dead. Saints . . .”             The room shook again, and the lights flickered.             “The planet is firing on us!” the woman screamed. “Our own people are firing on us!”             “They’re not firing at us,” the man continued, typing as if in a daze. “They’re firing on the delver as it envelops the planet. We’re just in the way. We need to make sure the nowalk is closed . . . Can’t access it from here, but maybe . . .”             He continued to mutter, but my attention was drawn by something else. Lights gathering at the back of the room on the screen. They were breaking reality, making the far wall seem to stretch, become an infinite starfield penetrated by intense, hateful pinpricks.             The eyes had arrived. The woman in the room screamed, then . . . vanished. She seemed to twist in on herself, then shrink, crushed by some invisible force. The remaining man, the one who had been speaking, continued furiously typing at his station, his eyes wide. A madman working as if on his last will and testament. Though his face dominated the screen, I could see the blackness gathering behind him.             Lit by stars that were not stars. Infinity coalescing.             A shape stepped from the darkness. And it looked just like me.

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Nov 25, 2019

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[evilpenguinrika]

DM: You find a banner with a heart on it

Petra: Jorgen can we keep the banner?

Jorgen: No, don't touch anything that doesn't belong to us

Petra: wait but we touched the box

Jorgen: *grumbles* shut up

Jorgen: the box is a special case, it's magic

[10kristochen10]

The city of ten

At the end of purgatory, the realm was shattered into individual realms called echos. This one, The City of Ten is based around superheroes. This chapter follows Jorgen, who is possibly a echo version, or even maybe the real one, as he goes about his day in this new realm.

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Jorgen, the former hero known as The Jarl, former leader of the Northern Banner, former member of The Mods, and now a retired hero was getting ready to go out on the town. He rifled through a very large walk in closet, filled with all sorts of regular normal clothing, to outlandish viking style armors. Eventually he picked out some standard looking armor, that covered his chest, a large "J" emblazoned on the front, various peices of armor to protect his shoulders, arms, legs etc, and a helmet that let his golden hair flow out from from behind it, and lastly he attached a gold and red cape on his back, gold on the back, red in the interior. It was his most basic set of armor he had, he still looked something like a Norse God, and that was the look he always aimed to look like on the battlefield.

One might wonder however, why was Jorgen dressing up in combat gear when he was retired? It would be a odd choice. Well, while he wasn't a official hero anymore, The town of Ten was a dangerous place, with all manner of skulking terrors about and horrible villains around, and he definitely wasn't going to go on his daily walk, or adventure with his young daughter, unprotected.

Yes, the Former Hero, now reduced to going on adventures with a small child, and he would have it no other way, despite enjoying the fights, enjoying the company of his fellow Vikings, or even the way to political mods, he enjoyed being a father much more, plus it was not like he could'nt fight anymore anyways, it happened quite a bit on his walks.

"DAD DAD ADVENTURE TIME NOW?" Yelled his daughter, which he picked up very as if she were a bundle of feathers and then plopped her down into a metal basket, and attached what seemed to be seatbelts to her. She to was wearing armor to match his, but with no Cape, and a helmet that fully covered her head and face, better to be safe than sorry. "Yup! We are gonna go downtown to that new park that the council made. It has lots of well protection so I won't have to carry you in this basket all the time, so let's get going" he said then hoisted the basket up and attached it via hooks on his back, tested it was sturdy, reached into a storage crate and pulled out a scabbard, and the hilt of a sword, but no sword on it, however the hilt was see through and had liquid in it, and put it in the scabbard, and he then walked out the door to brave whatever dangers the city would provide him.

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Once outdoors, he started off at a jog, he had to leave his estate first which was rather large, a few acres of land, located next to a lake, his house the size of a mansion, but grey and sleek and modern looking, looking more like a large modern building, when he was in the hero business, money was clearly plentiful.

It only took him a few moments, increasing his jogging speed, running by pine trees, and a small garden to get to the gates of his estate, opening them and slipping out, and in reading his speed once he was out the gate, going at a pace more appropriate for a hero, he wasn't some super speedster but he could manage a decent speed, his jog breaking into a run, and he zipped past the countryside and was nearing the Town Of Ten in the matter of 10 to 15 minutes, its large Mod tower in the center of the city making it easy to spot on his way there, with many smaller buildings having dotted the view, until he approached, the builders now larger as he got close.

Before actually getting into town, he took a little break at a bus stop, despite his daughter's incessant cries of "FASTER FASTER" and had a look at a newspaper that had been left there. The headline said "Lurker Disease at all time high" with a image of a strange otherworldly looking humanoid form, made entirely of darkness, as if one was staring into a void. "Oh damn those things are back? Are those dumbasses even doing their jobs now that I'm gone?" He grumbled to himself and then made his way to the entrance of the town, bracing himself since according to that newspaper, the city was likely dangerous, he considered just going back home, but he would have to teach his daughter about danger regardless if she were to grow up following his footsteps, and even if she didn't, the world was a dangerous place and she had to learn that.

The moment he entered the town he was greeted with an explosion, and a large blacker than night 13 foot thing came crashing down onto a building in front of him onto the side of a building, breaking windows and concrete as it fell, and then it got right back up and walked on 4 legs, clearly some sort of animalistic variety of lurker, though now that it was covered in darkness, it was hard to tell what it even originally was. Jorgen scanned left and right and saw more humanoid lurkers going left and right, chasing down Posters, the name of the citizens of the town, also whatever or whoever had caused the hulking lurker to crash into the building was nowhere to be seen.

"Do I really have to do this?Just wanted to go to the damn park!" Jorgen said as he reached down to the empty hilt he had in his scabbard and pulled it out and activated his ability, one that allowed him to control any liquid, and in the hild of the sword was a metal kept in liquid form, which he then extended to form a rather wicked looking curved sword. "DAD GONNA FIGHT WHEE" his daughter exclaimed and he silently cursed before saying "only because he has to!" And then swing his new materialized sword the first lurker that came along, a small humanoid one that had moved to grab him, and the sword slid neatly from the top of its head to its crotch, essentially cutting it into two halves which fell down side by side before turning into a sort of black ichor.

Jorgen then turned and was about to focus his attention onto the large 13 foot lurker when a horrible stench filled the air, one so foul it might have made him belch and he quickly moved to cover his daughters nose. There was again a large explosion, this one ripping off the huge lurkers head, its corpse crashing to the ground before turning into a veritable river of black goo, and he then heard a rumbling from down the street, and out came along the Wreckers, led by Chael, driving a ATV, with some side cars attached to it that he had Jerry rigged to both sides of it, of which both Dani, and Nick Ruth rode in, and nick was sitting in in the air using his ass as a cannon as he fired off his ability, which were simply just explosive farts.

"NEVER FEAR RUTH IS HERE!" yelled ruth at well, all the random Posters running for their lives and Jorgen who was now just sort of standing there, his prey having been obliterated. "Yeah everybody knows your here I thought that fart was going to kill us all along with those stupid huge lurker" said Dani.

They all quickly dismounted and got to work killing off the remaining lurkers. Dani was conjuring up guns from thin air, mostly machine guns and shooting lurkers down, and Chael letting out "YEE YEE" as he duplicated himself, and said duplicates grabbing all sorts of weapons from a bag on the ATV, mostly just common tools and began to bash lurkers on the head, killing them rather effortlessly. Nick ruth watched the back, aiming his farts behind them so his allies would not get caught in the crossfire.

The original Chael walked over to Jorgen and waved, and then frowned. "What you doing here old man! This is Wrecker territory you ain't a hero no more! Put that sword away!" He said in a strange excited tone to Jorgen, who just sort of sighed and nodded "Yeah I know, I just want to go to the park with Isabeaux, but these damn things keep getting in my way, if it's your territory then do your damn job" he said "plus since when was the town entrance your territory? Since when did anybody have territory?" He asked and well didn't get a proper response, Chael being Chael. "Whatever Chael says is Wrecker territory is Wrecker territory! Don't go to park though, Purge, and the mods are fighting somebody who turned into a lurker, not safe for little baby" he said pointing at the basket, and jorgen scowled "Why are you reffering to yourself in third person? Did you split yourself one to many times? Anyways I'll decide if it's not safe once I go see what's going on" he replied before bursting off toward the park, leaving The Wreckers to take care of what was going on at the entrance of town.

As Jorgen raced through the streets he saw more lurkers, but had no reason to stop and fight them, as multiple heroes had amassed to fight the threat that had arisen. Members of the hero team The Oddballs were on this street. KristoRider was riding around on a motorcycle, clad in futuristic power rangers armor, jumping off it and screaming "Ridaaa kick" causing whatever lurker he kicked to explode. The lamoureux brothers, one very large and over 10 foot tall, was picking up lurkers and well, eating them, ripping their limbs off like chicken wings, and gorging on them, and the smaller more normal looking younger one was punching lurkers in the face, causing them fly into nearby buildings. Jorgen didn't actually know much about the two, he just knew the big ones ability was that he could literally eat anything. As he continued further down the road he saw the cowboy mercenary, Tomas "Yee" Haw firing off round after round of enchanted bullets from some old timey pistols, downing the black hole like creatures left and right, the heroes were a little to busy to say hi and catch up, and they seemed like they had the street under control so he continued another few minutes to the park.

Once at the park however, he saw a rather bleak scene. There was a tall figure, oozing black, leaving a trail, obviously the lurker Chael was talking about. It was however talking and screaming at something huddling on the ground.."Wait Lurkers don't talk..." Jorgen muttered. It screamed obscenities like "I DONT LIKE THE WAY YOU GOT YOUR LISCENCE" "THIS IS THE LAST TIME I TRUST ANYBODY IN THIS COMMUNITY". Huddled in front was actually The Handler the necromancer, or Gandler as Jorgen knew him, a close friend. The lurker was using tendril like arms to lash at Handler, who was conjuring up corpses or nearby posters and lurkers alike to shield him, seemingly having been caught off guard. To top everything off, strange misshapen lurker creatures were spawning out of the tall womanlike lurkers body, and were attacking all that was nearby. The lurker spawns were keeping some of the modteam at bay, He spotted the Dean, a British man in a top hat and prim tuxedo, fighting some of them nearby, hs punches almost looking like his arm was teleporting it warping to hit then, however he was covered in black ichor head to toe, in contrast to his normal prim appearance, he was even fighting without his trademark cup of tea that he drank from as he fought. There was also a large anthromorphic moose seen fighting nearby, meaning that Dennis the animal tamer wasn't far behind somewhere, though jorgen was always weirded out by that guy. Then there was that damned Russian with the unpronounceable name that was flying about in his futuristic armor who saw jorgen and proclaimed "Привет Jarl" which jorgen yelled out "I'm not the supreme Jarl anymore I gave that title to Pickering" but the Russian zoomed off, firing shots from his laser rifle at some of the Lurker Spawn. One of the main members of the Mods Santi seemed to be missing, and according to Chael, Skiff, also known as Purge was here but he was nowhere to be seen.

Jorgen ran toward Gandler and then placed himself between the creature and him. "You leave him alone..what..whatever you are!" He said,, not even sure this thing was a lurker and he reached his hand out towards the park, where a large fountain was, and caused it to shoot at a terrible speed hitting the creature in the chest, causing a hole to appear, but just as quickly close. He also tried to control the black ichor itself, it was liquid like, but his powers didn't work on it. "Just leave me Jorgen, it's me she wants" handler said weakly, it appeared hed used his ability quite a bit and was weakening. Jorgen just replied a gruff "No" before raining his liquid metal sword to strike directly at the beast, but suddenly the lurker was en evelloped in a black mass, a trademark of skiff's ability, purge. Normally it was used just to destroy, as he basically made black holes. In this case though it boxed the lurker in, every time one of its appendages would try to make a ploy to escape, it would get swallowed by the blackhole, essentially serving as a prison, and when jorgen looked up he saw Skiff flying through the air down towards him, clad in a completely black skintight outfit with purge written in red on the front.

"What are you doing here you dumbass..you are supposed to be retired!" And jorgen just sort of grinned. " I uh wanted to bring her to the park" he said pointing at his daughter in the basket behind him which caused Skiff to laugh. "Well retired or not I'm happy you are here..that prison was not easy to make, and I don't think gandler would have lasted much longer without you being there...truth is we could use your help...that thing we just fought..it used to be the hero The Sorceress" which caused jorgen to take a double take and look at the lurker, as it marked the first time a hero had well, become one. "I guess I won't be retired for long.." jorgen muttered as a helicopter came to pick up the heroes that were on hand, along with the wounded gandler, and Jorgen to.

TO BE CONTINUED.

MAYBE

[stratataisen]

Jonas/Jorgen WIP

No Jonas and Jorgen interaction yet, I'll get to it...eventually. >.>

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Jonas ran his finger along the edge of his glass, half listening to his friend vent about their higher ups. Typical SIS politics and Senators butting their noses in where they weren’t wanted. Same old, same old. He could fall asleep and still know what his fellow agent was talking about. In fact, next his friend was going to bring up the Director pulling a few strings for him.

“...Director managed to get me out of the situation by--”

Called it.

As he tuned out of the conversation again, he refocused his attention to the lonely soul nursing a half-full glass at the bar. Fancy stuff too if Jonas had to hazard a guess. They were drinking either an expensive whiskey or rum, based on the color. Unsurprising since this particular lounge on Coruscant had quite the selection of hard liquor, and none of them cheap--which made Jonas idly wonder how the lone individual could even afford it. Officer or not, their pay couldn’t be that good. 

“Jonas…”

Although, that’s a guess from several feet away, in a dim lounge, with him squinting at the glass.

“Jonas…”

He wondered if--there was a sharp tug on his ear.

“Jonas!”

“Ow, what the fuck, Theron?” the SIS agent exclaimed, turning to glare at his friend as he rubbed his sore ear. “Did you really need to be so rough?”

The brunette rolled his eyes. “You’re not made of glass, you’ll live. Besides, calling your name didn’t get your attention--”

“So you went straight to manhandling?”

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” Theron asked with a shit-eating grin as he sipped his whiskey.

“Kriffer,” Jonas grumbled, eyes drifting back to the bar.

He felt a slight tinge of annoyance as Theron leaned around him to see what he was looking at. 

“Huh, he’s cute,” he commented, sipping his drink again, “I didn’t think he’d be your type, though.”

“I don’t have a type,” Jonas rolled his eyes before giving Theron a look. “And besides other’s said that about you.”

“Fine, I’ll give you that one,” Theron snorted, relaxing back against his seat. “Are you going to go talk to him, or just ogle him from afar?”

“I’m pretty sure he’d be liable to bite my head off if I tried,” he answered, sipping his drink before pulling his eyes away from the lone patron.

“Ah, so he’s met you already,” the younger man snickered.

Jonas whacked his stomach. “He met me on Nar Shaddaa…where I proceeded to flirt with his commanding officer…”

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The City Of Ten

At the end of purgatory, the realm was shattered into individual realms called echos. This one, The City of Ten is based around superheroes. This chapter follows Jorgen, who is possibly a echo version, or even maybe the real one, as he goes about his day in this new realm.

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Jorgen, the former hero known as The Jarl, former leader of the Northern Banner, former member of The Mods, and now a retired hero was getting ready to go out on the town. He rifled through a very large walk in closet, filled with all sorts of regular normal clothing, to outlandish viking style armors. Eventually he picked out some standard looking armor, that covered his chest, a large "J" emblazoned on the front, various peices of armor to protect his shoulders, arms, legs etc, and a helmet that let his golden hair flow out from from behind it, and lastly he attached a gold and red cape on his back, gold on the back, red in the interior. It was his most basic set of armor he had, he still looked something like a Norse God, and that was the look he always aimed to look like on the battlefield.

One might wonder however, why was Jorgen dressing up in combat gear when he was retired? It would be a odd choice. Well, while he wasn't a official hero anymore, The town of Ten was a dangerous place, with all manner of skulking terrors about and horrible villains around, and he definitely wasn't going to go on his daily walk, or adventure with his young daughter, unprotected.

Yes, the Former Hero, now reduced to going on adventures with a small child, and he would have it no other way, despite enjoying the fights, enjoying the company of his fellow Vikings, or even the way to political mods, he enjoyed being a father much more, plus it was not like he could'nt fight anymore anyways, it happened quite a bit on his walks.

"DAD DAD ADVENTURE TIME NOW?" Yelled his daughter, which he picked up very as if she were a bundle of feathers and then plopped her down into a metal basket, and attached what seemed to be seatbelts to her. She to was wearing armor to match his, but with no Cape, and a helmet that fully covered her head and face, better to be safe than sorry. "Yup! We are gonna go downtown to that new park that the council made. It has lots of well protection so I won't have to carry you in this basket all the time, so let's get going" he said then hoisted the basket up and attached it via hooks on his back, tested it was sturdy, reached into a storage crate and pulled out a scabbard, and the hilt of a sword, but no sword on it, however the hilt was see through and had liquid in it, and put it in the scabbard, and he then walked out the door to brave whatever dangers the city would provide him.

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Once outdoors, he started off at a jog, he had to leave his estate first which was rather large, a few acres of land, located next to a lake, his house the size of a mansion, but grey and sleek and modern looking, looking more like a large modern building, when he was in the hero business, money was clearly plentiful.

It only took him a few moments, increasing his jogging speed, running by pine trees, and a small garden to get to the gates of his estate, opening them and slipping out, and in reading his speed once he was out the gate, going at a pace more appropriate for a hero, he wasn't some super speedster but he could manage a decent speed, his jog breaking into a run, and he zipped past the countryside and was nearing the Town Of Ten in the matter of 10 to 15 minutes, its large Mod tower in the center of the city making it easy to spot on his way there, with many smaller buildings having dotted the view, until he approached, the builders now larger as he got close.

Before actually getting into town, he took a little break at a bus stop, despite his daughter's incessant cries of "FASTER FASTER" and had a look at a newspaper that had been left there. The headline said "Lurker Disease at all time high" with a image of a strange otherworldly looking humanoid form, made entirely of darkness, as if one was staring into a void. "Oh damn those things are back? Are those dumbasses even doing their jobs now that I'm gone?" He grumbled to himself and then made his way to the entrance of the town, bracing himself since according to that newspaper, the city was likely dangerous, he considered just going back home, but he would have to teach his daughter about danger regardless if she were to grow up following his footsteps, and even if she didn't, the world was a dangerous place and she had to learn that.

The moment he entered the town he was greeted with an explosion, and a large blacker than night 13 foot thing came crashing down onto a building in front of him onto the side of a building, breaking windows and concrete as it fell, and then it got right back up and walked on 4 legs, clearly some sort of animalistic variety of lurker, though now that it was covered in darkness, it was hard to tell what it even originally was. Jorgen scanned left and right and saw more humanoid lurkers going left and right, chasing down Posters, the name of the citizens of the town, also whatever or whoever had caused the hulking lurker to crash into the building was nowhere to be seen.

"Do I really have to do this?Just wanted to go to the damn park!" Jorgen said as he reached down to the empty hilt he had in his scabbard and pulled it out and activated his ability, one that allowed him to control any liquid, and in the hild of the sword was a metal kept in liquid form, which he then extended to form a rather wicked looking curved sword. "DAD GONNA FIGHT WHEE" his daughter exclaimed and he silently cursed before saying "only because he has to!" And then swing his new materialized sword the first lurker that came along, a small humanoid one that had moved to grab him, and the sword slid neatly from the top of its head to its crotch, essentially cutting it into two halves which fell down side by side before turning into a sort of black ichor.

Jorgen then turned and was about to focus his attention onto the large 13 foot lurker when a horrible stench filled the air, one so foul it might have made him belch and he quickly moved to cover his daughters nose. There was again a large explosion, this one ripping off the huge lurkers head, its corpse crashing to the ground before turning into a veritable river of black goo, and he then heard a rumbling from down the street, and out came along the Wreckers, led by Chael, driving a ATV, with some side cars attached to it that he had Jerry rigged to both sides of it, of which both Dani, and Nick Ruth rode in, and nick was sitting in in the air using his ass as a cannon as he fired off his ability, which were simply just explosive farts.

"NEVER FEAR RUTH IS HERE!" yelled ruth at well, all the random Posters running for their lives and Jorgen who was now just sort of standing there, his prey having been obliterated. "Yeah everybody knows your here I thought that fart was going to kill us all along with those stupid huge lurker" said Dani.

They all quickly dismounted and got to work killing off the remaining lurkers. Dani was conjuring up guns from thin air, mostly machine guns and shooting lurkers down, and Chael letting out "YEE YEE" as he duplicated himself, and said duplicates grabbing all sorts of weapons from a bag on the ATV, mostly just common tools and began to bash lurkers on the head, killing them rather effortlessly. Nick ruth watched the back, aiming his farts behind them so his allies would not get caught in the crossfire.

The original Chael walked over to Jorgen and waved, and then frowned. "What you doing here old man! This is Wrecker territory you ain't a hero no more! Put that sword away!" He said in a strange excited tone to Jorgen, who just sort of sighed and nodded "Yeah I know, I just want to go to the park with Isabeaux, but these damn things keep getting in my way, if it's your territory then do your damn job" he said "plus since when was the town entrance your territory? Since when did anybody have territory?" He asked and well didn't get a proper response, Chael being Chael. "Whatever Chael says is Wrecker territory is Wrecker territory! Don't go to park though, Purge, and the mods are fighting somebody who turned into a lurker, not safe for little baby" he said pointing at the basket, and jorgen scowled "Why are you reffering to yourself in third person? Did you split yourself one to many times? Anyways I'll decide if it's not safe once I go see what's going on" he replied before bursting off toward the park, leaving The Wreckers to take care of what was going on at the entrance of town.

As Jorgen raced through the streets he saw more lurkers, but had no reason to stop and fight them, as multiple heroes had amassed to fight the threat that had arisen. Members of the hero team The Oddballs were on this street. KristoRider was riding around on a motorcycle, clad in futuristic power rangers armor, jumping off it and screaming "Ridaaa kick" causing whatever lurker he kicked to explode. The lamoureux brothers, one very large and over 10 foot tall, was picking up lurkers and well, eating them, ripping their limbs off like chicken wings, and gorging on them, and the smaller more normal looking younger one was punching lurkers in the face, causing them fly into nearby buildings. Jorgen didn't actually know much about the two, he just knew the big ones ability was that he could literally eat anything. As he continued further down the road he saw the cowboy mercenary, Tomas "Yee" Haw firing off round after round of enchanted bullets from some old timey pistols, downing the black hole like creatures left and right, the heroes were a little to busy to say hi and catch up, and they seemed like they had the street under control so he continued another few minutes to the park.

Once at the park however, he saw a rather bleak scene. There was a tall figure, oozing black, leaving a trail, obviously the lurker Chael was talking about. It was however talking and screaming at something huddling on the ground.."Wait Lurkers don't talk..." Jorgen muttered. It screamed obscenities like "I DONT LIKE THE WAY YOU GOT YOUR LISCENCE" "THIS IS THE LAST TIME I TRUST ANYBODY IN THIS COMMUNITY". Huddled in front was actually The Handler the necromancer, or Gandler as Jorgen knew him, a close friend. The lurker was using tendril like arms to lash at Handler, who was conjuring up corpses or nearby posters and lurkers alike to shield him, seemingly having been caught off guard. To top everything off, strange misshapen lurker creatures were spawning out of the tall womanlike lurkers body, and were attacking all that was nearby. The lurker spawns were keeping some of the modteam at bay, He spotted the Dean, a British man in a top hat and prim tuxedo, fighting some of them nearby, hs punches almost looking like his arm was teleporting it warping to hit then, however he was covered in black ichor head to toe, in contrast to his normal prim appearance, he was even fighting without his trademark cup of tea that he drank from as he fought. There was also a large anthromorphic moose seen fighting nearby, meaning that Dennis the animal tamer wasn't far behind somewhere, though jorgen was always weirded out by that guy. Then there was that damned Russian with the unpronounceable name that was flying about in his futuristic armor who saw jorgen and proclaimed "Привет Jarl" which jorgen yelled out "I'm not the supreme Jarl anymore I gave that title to Pickering" but the Russian zoomed off, firing shots from his laser rifle at some of the Lurker Spawn. One of the main members of the Mods Santi seemed to be missing, and according to Chael, Skiff, also known as Purge was here but he was nowhere to be seen.

Jorgen ran toward Gandler and then placed himself between the creature and him. "You leave him alone..what..whatever you are!" He said,, not even sure this thing was a lurker and he reached his hand out towards the park, where a large fountain was, and caused it to shoot at a terrible speed hitting the creature in the chest, causing a hole to appear, but just as quickly close. He also tried to control the black ichor itself, it was liquid like, but his powers didn't work on it. "Just leave me Jorgen, it's me she wants" handler said weakly, it appeared hed used his ability quite a bit and was weakening. Jorgen just replied a gruff "No" before raining his liquid metal sword to strike directly at the beast, but suddenly the lurker was en evelloped in a black mass, a trademark of skiff's ability, purge. Normally it was used just to destroy, as he basically made black holes. In this case though it boxed the lurker in, every time one of its appendages would try to make a ploy to escape, it would get swallowed by the blackhole, essentially serving as a prison, and when jorgen looked up he saw Skiff flying through the air down towards him, clad in a completely black skintight outfit with purge written in red on the front.

"What are you doing here you dumbass..you are supposed to be retired!" And jorgen just sort of grinned. " I uh wanted to bring her to the park" he said pointing at his daughter in the basket behind him which caused Skiff to laugh. "Well retired or not I'm happy you are here..that prison was not easy to make, and I don't think gandler would have lasted much longer without you being there...truth is we could use your help...that thing we just fought..it used to be the hero The Sorceress" which caused jorgen to take a double take and look at the lurker, as it marked the first time a hero had well, become one. "I guess I won't be retired for long.." jorgen muttered as a helicopter came to pick up the heroes that were on hand, along with the wounded gandler, and Jorgen to.

TO BE CONTINUED.

MAYBE