New Age Symphony

***Date Finished'**:*

***Next Role-Play***: N/A

***Timeline***: 3033

***Setting***: New York City, New York

***Characters Involved***:
* **Heroes**: Apeiron, Hera Fotos, Damian Carter, Milo Nightingale, Kaden Volcy, Armani Bernard, John Fedora, Valeria Chia
* **Villains**: Azarath, Macht, M.F Dune, Mosley Grant, Ren
* **Other**:
* **Mentioned**: Builder

## Light in the Dark

The atmosphere in Grand Central Terminal was electric. The new generation of Heroes had gathered together for the first time and it was a sight to behold. Hundreds of young heroes were dressed in their best costumes, ready to show the world their worth. They were accompanied by their mentors, the older, more experienced heroes who had taken them under their wing and guided them along their journey of superhero-hood. As the heroes and their mentors milled about, they could feel the tension in the air. Everywhere they looked, they could see the signs of the new Villains’ influence. There were graffiti tags, broken windows, and overturned cars. All of it evidence of the chaos the Villains had unleashed.

The heroes knew that the current roster of heroes was stretched thin, unable to handle the rising crime alone. It was up to the new generation to take up the mantle and prove their worth. All eyes were on them, and their success this day would determine the fate of the entire world. The heroes had been training hard for this day, preparing for whatever the Villains could throw at them. They had learned to fight, to use their powers, and to work together as a team. They were ready to take on any challenge, no matter how daunting. At the center of the Terminal, the Hall of Heroes stood tall and proud. It was a shrine to the heroes of the past, those who had given their lives to protect the innocent. As the heroes paid their respects, they could hear the low rumble of thunder from outside. It was a sign of the storm to come.

The 50th graduating class of Marvel University had a lot to accomplish. They had to shown the world that they were ready to face whatever the Villains had in store. The future was uncertain, but the heroes of the new generation would always be ready to face whatever came their way. They were the next generation of heroes, They were the next protectors of society, and they were the future of heroics, the guardians of America.

The Commissioner of the Heroic Society strode confidently into the grand hall, his numerous badges and awards gleaming in the light from the myriad of candles that glowed in the hall. His footsteps echoed off the high ceilings, and his presence filled the chamber with a feeling of courage and determination.

He had come to send off a new generation of heroes into the world, to protect and defend the people of America from the threats of both this world and the unknown. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the gathered heroes before him. They stood quietly, an array of young faces and curious eyes, each of them eager to be the next to don the mantle of a hero and take up the call to action. The commissioner smiled as he stepped forward, surveying the room. He could see in their faces the passion for justice and for valor that lay within the hearts of each of them, and he was proud to stand as the leader of such a brave and selfless group. He cleared his throat, drawing all eyes in the hall towards him.

"My fellow heroes," he said, his voice strong and sure. "Today, we are here to send off the next generation of heroes into the world. Before me stand valorous individuals who have been chosen for their courage, their strength, and their unwavering sense of justice. It is my honor to lead this group of true heroes, and I am proud to share this momentous occasion with them." He paused for a moment, his gaze settling on each of the heroes before him. He could see the determination in their eyes, their ambition and their enthusiasm for what lay ahead, and he could feel the excitement rising in the room.

"You are all here because you have chosen to embark on a journey of heroism," he continued. "You have been chosen because you possess the traits and skills necessary to take up the mantle of a hero, and today I affirm your commitment to each other and to this cause. I give you my blessing to go forth and serve this world and the people of America with courage and vigor. May you find strength and courage in each other, and use it to protect and defend what is right and just. He drew himself up, his eyes shining with conviction. "Go now, and may your paths be bright. May you always remember the call of justice and the honor of courage that brings you to serve your people. Remember, no matter what obstacles come your way, stand strong and do what is right. May you all be heroes of the third millennium, and may your actions and deeds bring glory and honor to all mankind!"

With his piece finished He turned to the person who stood beside him, the one man who the entire world looked at as a Beacon of Hope, the number one hero of America, the greatest hero of the third millennium, The **Limitless Hero: Apeiron**. "Today our greatest hero is with us to give a few world of encouragement and a blessing to you all, please welcome our very own the number one hero, Limitless Hero himself, Apeiron!!!"

"You flatter me with your words, sir!" Aperion replied, his voice bashful as he approached the stand for all to see. With his golden armor glimmering in the sunlight, he truly embodied his title as the loud clack of his heel against the floor echoed through the area, everyone watching with batted breath for the No. 1 Hero in the United States to deliver his speech.

"Pride. That is the emotion I feel whenever I see the next generation step out into the field, ready to make their marks on the world." His words rang through the crisp air, heartfelt emotions conveyed through his words. Beneath the faceless mask, Aperion's eyes swept through the crowd of young heroes who looked at him with awe and excitement. "Through blood, sweat and tears, you've all managed to survive the grueling years as trainees and today marks the first day for the rest of your lives. Saving civilians, solving crimes and putting away villains who seek to disrupt the peace we've tried so hard to preserve."

However, the wrath in his voice vanished as he continued. "I won't lie to you however. From this point on, everything will become difficult. What you've experienced up into this point was a prelude. I'm sure you've heard it all before: natural disasters, power hungry villains and catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities. You'll have to deal with these and overcome them. It will be hard and at times, you'll feel like you wish to give up."

Raising his hand raised high towards the sky, Aperion loudly declared. "Don't. Rise Higher. Become something more than who you are in that moment." Behind his mask, a smile befitting a mighy hero of old stretched across his face.

"***Excelsior***!"

Making her entrance of the rookie heroes was a young woman with long flowing brown hair with two side ponytails and luminescent blue eyes that showed both excitement but also filled with anxiousness as she appeared in her hero outfit that shined of colors of red with a yellow center where her navel was located. She placed her hand on her heart calming herself down taking a deep breath as a confident expression painted across her face. Her name was Hera Fotos, also known by her hero name Luminous: "This is it, no going back now," Hera told herself as she nodded to herself maintaining a brave aura.

Not too far behind the hero known as Luminous, a rather tall person can be seen calming walking by. His appearance was that of an anthropomorphic tanuki who was wearing ninja-like gear. He notably had a green leaf on his head and was carrying one in between his fingers. His facial expression had that of a sly smile fitting of his more mischievous nature. It was the rookie hero, Haruto Shimazu, otherwise known as the Tanuki Hero: Fukuro. "Apologies if I am a little late. I was assisting someone who needed help picking up spilled garbage. I was able to summon a vaccum cleaner to get it up, though my stock is now at 9 for the rest of the day. It was to a good cause however." Haruto says as he did a quick bow.

Standing with his arms crossed in the midst of the crowd was the up and coming hero, "Iceberg" accompanied by his father, who was his personal trainer up until this day. He solemnly looked down at the ground as if he were searching for something, not showing as much excitement as the other rookie heroes around him had during the speech. His dad then looked at his dull expression with confusion in his eyes, raising one eyebrow over the other. "Kaden, you good?" He questioned him to no response "We've been waiting this for our whole life ya'know?? Me raising you to be the perfect superhero star!"

Sighing, he then looked back at his father. "I don't care about all of that shit, I just want to genuinely save people.... come on let's get this thing over with." Kaden told him in an unenthused way.

”Ay I see you later big bruh” A young man with blond locks said before dapping up his friends. Walking onto the stage was Solar Hero: Helios otherwise known as Damian Carter. As he walked onto the stage nothing but pride filled his being, he had worked hard to get to this point, and he wasn’t going to let something like nervousness or anxiety ruin his mood. “Holy shit that’s the number one hero” Damian thought as he stood on the stage, the nervousness now getting to him as the man that inspired him was now not even 10 feet away.

Moving from the corner he was in, a young man with chalk-white skin and medium length black hair walked towards the other rookies with anxiety swimming beneath his bright cherry red eyes. Feeling out of place with the overly excited rookies, Milo Nightingale also known as The Fallen Dream Hero: Ikelos, folding in on himself as he took in his hero attire which consisted of a pink shirt that has a black lightning bolt coming down from the collar, over which he wears a black jacket with blue lining and a blue popped out collar. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he mumbled to himself, “I should have submitted my other design.”

A small chuckle was heard behind him as a woman came into view. “Your costume is fine for now, Milo; you can always change it later."

Milo looked up to see his mother heading in his direction, quickly straightening himself up. Milo let out a small smile as he walked up to her. “Mother, I thought I lost you in the crowd.”

The woman in front of him smiled and said, “I have a tracker on you; I’ll always find it." She said this as she looked at her watch. Milo looked at his mother with a blank expression on his face as he took in his words. ‘A tracker?’ He thought.

"Anyway, what’s your thoughts on our number one?" She asked him as she turned her sights to the man who graciously came to talk to the new generation.

Milo frowned as he looked at the Number 1 Hero. “He’s bright; I mean, he’s cool, and he’s like a symbol that anyone can look up to. I want to be like him one day.” A smile appeared on his face as he talked about one of his favorite hero.

His mother watched on in shock as Milo spoke. A soft smile appeared on her face as she resumed looking at Apeiron. ‘*Thank you for being a great role model for my son.’* She thought as she put her hand on Milo’s shoulder.

Zip. Zap. The appearance of Armani Bernard was sudden and swift, typical of the **Shocking Hero: Indra**. He walked on the stage, a female yelling at him on the phone. "IS THAT ALL YOU CARE ABOUT?! I should be your priority, not this hero bullshit!" the woman continued to scream, Armani looking at his phone in bewilderment. "Bitch, PLEASE!" the young man tightened his grip on the cellular device and swung his arm around, chucking the phone into the nearest wall.

"Sorry you guys, woman problems." he smiled apologetically, rubbing his head in embarrassment. He glanced over at his destroyed phone, exhaling angrily as he realized he would be forced to buy himself a new one.

He swung his neck around, cracking it in several different places. As he walked onto stage and stared into the crowd, they saw another rookie hero had arrived, fresh from the academy in New England. The Earthquake Hero: Tremor, also known as Tristan Clark. With his teeth chattering from all the eyes on him and standing in the presence of the number one hero, he was on the verge of fainting. He tried to raise his hand in the air to greet the fans, but his body was stuck. "He..h..hey...HEy." his finally able to mutter

Walking along the stage of the ceremony, came a tall, slender looking rookie hero who wore a black suit and a large top hat. It was the DC Institute graduate, John Fedora! He walked up with elegance, yet with a heavy step of depression as he walked through the stage. The cameras all hitting him, but his head was down as his smooth, black hair kept his face covered.

"*To think I'd be up here is something I never thought...*" The graduate dressed in black would say, "*But to not have my family here makes me sad....but they weren't a family anyway...*" The now Rookie Hero: Mad Hatter would walk down the stage.

Among the cacophony of the rookie heroes, a robed figure walks out of the stage. "It is an honor to be part of this program, I wish everyone the best in their future", the figure smiles, letting down her hood revealing a fair woman with split black and white hair and piercing red eyes. Valeria gazes upon the crowd, feeling exalted yet humbled by the various rookies that are present. Her smile falls into a serious expression as she remembers about her goal. She is unwillingly to be the servant of such a mission, but she must execute it for the sake of the world... "At least that is what I think is good.... Sigh... such is the life for the **Unsung Hero: Ina**...."

Clearing his throat to get the attention of everyone present, the Commissioner as he once more too too the mic. "Now i'm sure everyone here is eager to go out an begin their heroic duty however We at the Heroic Society have prepared one last test for our youth, one that we are sure will help them understand the reality of what it means to be a hero." Pausing here the Commissioner gestures to the door behind him which soon opened up to reveal a large cage that was partially covered by a thick black sheet.

"Thanks to the minds over at I-Island, we have developed what we are calling the help droid, bots capable of accomplishing heroic deed when hero's are unavailable or held up." Here the curtain was pulled off revealing a massive metallic man with an equally muscular and well-defined physique, He has chiseled features on metalic face with a strong jawline, pronounced cheekbones, and bushy eyebrows. He has short blond hair, swept backward, with two distinct tufts sticking above his head, leaning slightly to each side. His robust features regularly cast a dark shadow over his face, hiding everything but his glowing blue eyes.

The droid was wearing a skin-tight blue bodysuit decorated with a red symbol that somewhat resembles a "Y", designed with a white diamond at its center, with white lines connected to it that trace from his chest to his back shoulders; the lines trimmed with the aforementioned red symbol. The symbol appeared to have wings on the side that ran from atop his torso before ending around his back, over which a similar red and white design was absent of the white diamond. Large white patches lined with red covered each side of his hips before ending at his lower thighs, and he wore a gold belt with a silver buckle with red eyes. His forearm sleeves were colored in gold; each had white lines covered in blue accents over his wrists, spiked fins on the sides of his arms, and his feet were covered in shin-length gold boots trimmed with white and red accents.

"Behold Heroes of Tomorrows, I present you the Mecha-Might, a droid that was designed with the appearance and near replication of who once bore the title of the world's **Symbol of Peace**, All Might." The Commissioner announced with glee as a ripple of shock washed across the room, even the pro heroes that were in attendance was shocked at the reveal, having never heard of this despite being high up in the Heroic Society.

"Do not worry hero's your jobs are secure, as these battle droids are not made for long term heroics only short term thus you are all still VERY valuable and needed in the world." A scientist accompanying the Battle Droid stated at the shocked and weary looks on everyone's faces. The commissioner nods in agreement with the scientist. "Even of we found a way to expand their life expectancy, we would not seeing as Humanity should never reply completely on robots as they lacked the empathy, courage and humanity that is needed to truly accomplish heroics." He stated clearly and passionately before once more gesturing to the Scientist.

"But to return to the topic, today our youth will be combating against Mech-Might in a final exam scenario, a test of sorts to see the capabilities of the next generation in a live action situation." He announced with his hands spread in a grand gesture. "Any Questions?"

"I know this might sound a bit stupid." Damian said as he carefully inspected the robotic All-Might doppelgänger, its metallic visage sporting a gleeful grin that cast radiant glints of sunlight into the eyes of all the curious onlookers. The scene held an almost surreal quality to it, as Damian couldn't help but ponder the question that had been gnawing at the edges of his mind. For this mechanized replica was, in many ways, the closest he would ever come to facing the true legend himself.

"Is it as powerful as the original?" Damian asked, his gaze fixed on the large grin on the metallic All-Might. Could this artificial creation truly replicate the unparalleled might and strength of the iconic hero who had inspired generations and had become a symbol of hope for countless individuals, including himself.

Turning towards Damian with a smirk the Commissioner merely shook his head. "Of course not, All-Might truly was worth his legacy, we were unable to replicate his strength however, we were able to replicate the strength and abilities of past heroes to near perfect." He stated with a shrug unbothered.

"As it stand at the moment, No one other than Apeiron or Builder would be able to match it in direct combat, well that was what we programmed it for, perhaps one of you could take it down?" He stated sly grin on his face.

As everyone looked in astonishment and suspicion, Kaden's father smacked his lips at the thought of such an invention, Pierre Volcy, a former Pro-Hero who is now pushing his hopes onto his son. "I doubt it's going to pose much of a threat to you, right son?!" He ecstatically told Kaden.

Kaden looked at his peer with the blond locs Damian, "I doubt it." responding to his question of the robot's strength "I guess we'll have to figure it all out in the test of power." Clenching his hands together, Kaden condensed the water molecules in the air surrounding his palm into a snowflake, releasing it out of his grasp. He then scattered his eyes along the stage to look at the rest of the other rookies, seeing an interesting variety of them.

Milo froze after he saw the replica of All Might standing in front of him. Turning to his mother, he took in her shocked look and thought, ‘*She didn’t know anything about this either.*’

“They want us to fight a droid that can probably replicate All Might in all forms.” Milo said aloud as he returned his attention to Robo-Might. “Are we doing this together or separately?” He asked himself as he felt his quirk shift underneath his skin, responding to his fear.

"As strong as All Might? Hell nah. All Might was a true monster....a heroic one of course!" Armani pulled out a wad of gum, smacking away on the yummy treat while standing next to Damian and Kaden. His interest was piqued by these two, what a trio they would make! They all looked the part....but Armani wondered if Damian and Kaden were really people strong enough to stand next to him in the line of battle.

After all, he was a cooperator, never a true standout. Always the shadow to someone's overwhelming light.

"You youth shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss the notion or the capabilities of the battle-droid, there is a reason we chose to implement them now rather than before or later." The commissioner stated with a mischievous smile.

"Now any final questions, inquiries?" He questioned one last chance to give everyone the opportunity to get answers before being thrusted into action.

"Does it have a failsafe?" John Fedora would say while his head was down, his top hat covering his face. Despite the grim, depressing outlook of the Mad Hatter, John was a hero with a detective's mind. As the commissioner was speaking about the robot, John's mind was focused on the possible outcomes of this robotic hero in the future, "As it won't be great as All Might, there is still a chance of it rebelling against its good will...."

"I'm good off all that, I don't think anyone of us down here are prepared to fight something on the scale of the legendary symbol of peace...." Kaden solemnly spoke out loud to his surrounding peers, specifically looking at Armani due to his close proximity to him. "On the other hand, I think I'm well suited enough to face a robot replica."

"It seems you two need some help", a soft voice spoke. Out of the blue, Valeria appears holding something in her hand, "I have this, a gift from Mother. I don't know if it will help but I will try to lend all of you a hand. That is what heroes are for, right...?"

Caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the lady, "Gift from mother?" Kaden looked confused as to what she was talking about. "Preciate it nonetheless.." He told her, wondering what the gift in her hand was.

"Alright it seems everyone is prepared so if you would all please make your way to the next room where we will begin the scrimmage." The commissioner stated as he along with the rest of staff quickly made there way to the next room.

The room adjacent to the meeting hall was a large pit like dome, large enough to fit the top fifty heroes and still have enough room for a full crowd of people.

"Alright youths, originally I wanted to do a one on one battle but that would just take too long so instead you will all be facing Mecha-Might all together." The commissioner announced from the seating booth. "This will show us how you function when you are forced to work alongside your fellow heroes with a varying quirks."

"Very well, then. Let's not waste another moment," Damian declared with determination. His readiness was palpable as he began a series of methodical stretches. Each movement was executed with precision, his body gradually warming up and preparing for the impending clash against the formidable Mecha-Might. As Damian continued his preparatory stretches, he felt the energy coursing through his veins, a celestial power drawn from the sun itself. With each movement, he harnessed this energy, fueling his body and mind for the upcoming battle. His breath synchronized with his movements, creating a rhythm that spoke of discipline, focus, and a quiet but intense determination to succeed.

Listening to the announcer, Kaden was shocked towards the sudden change of plans going from one-on-one separate encounters with the robot to a full on tag team. Keeping the gift in his pocket Kaden looked down at his pants as he wondered if it it'd come in handy during this test of strength. Nonetheless, he was confident enough in himself to believe he didn't need to pull any cheap tricks on a cheap replica. "I don't really get the point of this, but if any of you guys are going to get in my way just know it's going to be the death of you." Kaden told his teammates as he took a deep breath to concentrate himself. He then looked at Damian and Armani and a slight smirk was visible on his face.

"Tsk," Valeria said, annoyed that she has to be with the rest. Her strategy had depended on solo maneuvers. "With all these people beside me, I need to carefully think of how I attack them. I don't think widespread friendly fire is a good look for me.... Dammit... what's with this sudden change?", she groaned. Valeria weighed her options in her mind, but all point to potential catastrophe on the ally side. She had no other choice, she thought, she would use her quirk on the battlefield, something she had never done in the open for years. Just then, a random hero is seen planning his own stratagem when she sees an opportunity. From behind, Valeria snapped her fingers, and the hero's vision went black, his body limp, his mind empty. "Hmmm what a nice quirk you have, I must apologize for this intrusion, I will help you win the battle. I need your cooperation for this, so pardon me and let's be heroes... together...."

The Mad Hatter himself sighs as he looks down before muttering to himself, "Fine...." John says as his unbuttons his coat which flails upward and downward behind the shoulders of the hero as if it was a cape. John's hat covering the face for the moment, "I rather not unlock my quirk right now.....can be dangerous if not used at the right time...till then I'll use what I can before I have to unleash it.." He then makes a kung fu pose before setting up for the fight!

## Dark of the Light

The sun was setting, its rays casting a golden glow on the city below. Already, the shadows were gathering, and the darkness was creeping in from all sides. The seven of them had been walking for hours, through winding back alleys and abandoned subway stations. Each step forward had been filled with anticipation, as they all knew they were drawing closer to their destination. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they had arrived. They were now standing in a large, circular chamber with high ceilings and walls made of stone. The air was heavy and still, and the only sound was the echo of their own footsteps.

Their leader, a tall, slender man with an aura of power around him, stepped forward. He surveyed the room with a satisfied smirk, before turning and addressing the others.

"We are here," he said in a low, demanding voice. "This is the place of the meeting. I shall take you inside, but before we enter, I must warn you of the dangers ahead."

He motioned to a pair of large, heavy doors in the far wall. "You will find a collection of the most vile criminals and villains in the world beyond those doors," he said gravely. "They are here for a meeting, and their intentions are not known to us. Be on your guard at all times." The five nodded their understanding, their eyes reflecting a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

"Follow me," the leader said, striding towards the doors. He pushed them open, revealing an even larger chamber beyond. It was decorated in an array of dark colours, and the air was filled with a low murmuring. The leader strode through the room, and the others followed close behind him. As they walked, they passed a number of tables, each with their own collection of sinister-looking figures. At the back of the room was a raised platform with a single throne-like chair. The leader motioned for the others to stop, and he stepped forward. He took a deep breath, and then spoke in a commanding voice.

"We have gathered here today for a meeting that is of great importance," he said. "We are here to discuss the next generation of villainy, and the future of our organization. Before us is a group of individuals who have proven themselves worthy of such a task. Now, I ask you all," he paused, and his gaze swept the room, "to show your loyalty and dedication to our cause."

The room fell silent, and the seven could feel the tension in the air. They exchanged nervous glances, before finally turning their attention back to their leader.

He nodded silently, before motioning for everyone to follow him. He led them deeper into the chamber, and the group soon came to a stop in front of a large, ornate door. He paused once again, and then opened the door. Inside was a room filled with lavish furniture, and a large table in the center of the room. Sitting around the table were a dozen men and women, all of whom were dressed in expensive suits and dresses. They were all staring intently at the leader, and when he entered the room, they rose to their feet as one.

The leader nodded once more, and the group followed him to the table. He took his seat at the head of the table, and the others followed suit. The leader then addressed the room. The room was dark and dank, and the air reeked of smoke and sweat. The walls were lined with tables and chairs, and the only light came from the guttering flames of a single candle, stuck in a niche in the wall. Around the table sat a dozen dark figures, their faces shrouded in darkness. In the flickering light, they appeared almost like demons, their eyes glinting in the shadows. At the head of the table sat a tall figure, a man with a gaunt face and cold eyes. He watched the others with a look of sly amusement, as if he was amused by the gathering. He had thick black hair, and a long, thin nose that gave him a look of aristocratic disdain. He was clothed in a long black robe, and his hands were kept hidden in the folds of his garment.

"Welcome, my friends," the man said. His voice was deep and mellifluous, with a trace of a foreign accent. "I am pleased that you have answered my summons. I know that you have all come a long way to be here, and I thank you for your loyalty and your trust. My name is Azarath, and I am a member of Axis Mundi." The room was silent for a moment as the other members of the gathering looked upon the man. He seemed almost to radiate power, and the silence was oppressive. At last, one of the figures spoke.

"What is Axis Mundi?" The voice was harsh and cold. Azarath smiled. "Axis Mundi is a league of powerful individuals, who have been working together for the purpose of bringing about a new era of justice and order. We are united by a common goal, and through our combined strength, we will bring about a new era of power, loyalty and peace."

He paused as he looked around the room. "I know that some of you may be wary of what I am saying. But I can assure you that our goals are pure, and that we will achieve them. With your help, we will usher in a new era of justice and fairness, where the condemed and the oppressed are no longer pushed to the side." The others gave murmurs of agreement, and Azarath continued. "I know not all of you will join us and that is alright, we will still offer a hand in helping you grow and build and in return all we ask is that you remember we helped you, a favor so to speak" Azarath stated with a coy smile on his face.

The others nodded, and it was clear that they were in agreement. With a satisfied smile, Azarath clapped his hands together. "Then allow me to introduce the Leader of our esteemed organization."

At those words, the door leading into the room was pushed open as a tall man entered the room, his body aglow with an ethereal aura. As his golden hair flowed behind him, his vision never once strayed from the path before him nor his expression change from the calm smile on his face. Finally arriving before Azarath, he didn't even stop to acknowledge the man as a pulse of raw power flowed through the area, bathing everyone within its ever-warm embrace.

"A utopia. That is what we strive for." Macht's voice came out like silk, a tale ready to be spun for all to hear. With a bone-popping fist, he spoke from the soul. "As my comrade has already explained, we seek to better this world. To evolve beyond the horrid nature of humanity and seek perfection. Heroes and villains. It's beyond childish, don't you agree? Boiling people down to mere labels."

Macht threw his head back, letting out a bark of laughter before his golden gaze stared down upon everyone. "No more. We must act for the betterment of the world. For those who are shackled by society. By those who are lost without a cause. We must lead and lead we shall!" The ethereal aura that cloaked his surged high into the air, bathing the room within light. "Go forth! We shall show them our might! Rid this world of imperfections and help us bring about the new age!"

His smile broke out into a savage grin, unbefitting of someone who displayed an aura of superiority. "Let us forge the path to the promised land!"

'These guys are fucking crazy.' Mancel Francis Dune thought to himself, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of the many heavy-hitting ne'er-do-ells present. Even concealed beneath a bone white skull mask, devoid of all signs of emotion, M.F couldnt help but cringe ever so slightly at this idea. History had shown itself that evil Utopias always collapsed in on themselves, even near eleven centuries prior of different ideologies crumbling in on themselves were proof enough of the faultiness of this faction. M.F didn't make any move or uncertain change in body language, slightly questioning what he had gotten himself into.

"All I do is petty robberies, I don't exactly have the tools necessary for much more." He mumbled in a light, hardy voice. Dune's black armor gently rose and fell as he intook breaths of the warm, warped power. M.F ran black-gloved fingers through his messy, dirty blonde hair, still mentally processing the events that even caused him to even consider this offer, and the chance to listen to the ramblings of lunatics. He half contemplated just walking out the front door, then irreversibly locking it to ensure he wouldnt be drawn back in- and yet some nagging portion of his ever churning brain urged him to stay, seeing as it wasnt likely he'd get far anyways.

Stood on the outskirts of the gathering of the villains was Mosley Grant, the villain attempting to make his small and unassuming figure blend into the background as Macht continues his oration. 'I think I may very well have made a mistake in coming here.' Mosley thought to himself, the purple-clad young man nervously peering around at the surrounding troupe of miscreants and ne'er do wells as they stood listening to Macht's impassioned speech, his indigo eyes quickly and discretely taking in the appearance of those closest to him.

Mosley takes a deep breath and steadies his nerves, his countenance shuddering briefly before transforming into an impassive mask as calm reasserts itself within the young man. With the turbulence of his mind put to rest, Mosley begins steadily thinking of an escape plan if things happen to come to blows with all of his fellow villains gathered in the crowd. "Better to be safe than sorry." He quietly mutters to himself, the phrase something he liked to live by, especially in situations where other villains are involved.

Sitting back at the table, Casey sat anxiously in her seat. She was excited for what was to come. Being in a big villain meeting like this sounded fun. Afterward, she'd even become known as a member of the group. That would hopefully give her even more notoriety. She'd be more free to do whatever she wanted. All the benefits just hyped her up. Not saying a word as not to be deemed an annoyance, Casey sat silently, though her excitement was noticeable.

Leaning against one of the pilers by the side of this large gathering Ren was there with his hands crossed over his chest. Wearing a full green outfit, with a baseball hat and huddy over his head, with eyes covered by a pair of yellow googles. It was hard to tell what was going on behind those shades, the goggles tint making it impossible to see into his eyes or where his eyes were located, but observing the scene with little enthusiasm or interest.

To him, this meeting was strange, to say the least. Reading a letter of invitation wasn’t sure what to expect from all of this, probably intel or something revolutionary, but this was less of a Vilians meeting and more of a cult gathering. These promises that these guys were making them sound all too good to be true, them helping use in return for ‘favors’ yeah it was obvious owing them wouldn’t be wise for his future help.

Looking up to the stage his eyes narrowed closely at the head honcho before, turning over to the other villains in the room. Bringing his fingers up to his chin, though this meeting might not spark his interest in the end, he could gain some valuable asset of his own.

"Why does it feel like we all just joined a cult?" Q her black haired young man said outloud, his hands tucked into the center pocket of his hoodie. "Seems like you're trying to sell us all on some diluted dream, which, while I'm not completely against, I would say turn down the dramatic flare. We're not a bunch of ki.... okay well we are not a bunch of gullible young women." He spoke before letting a yawn out. "I mean hey I'm already here so I don't mind much really. I'm just saying. We're all villains, we know why we're here, to do bad shit. So let's do some bad shit."

"Nyah hah hah! A cult sounds fun dontya think?" said a rather cheerful voice as, all of a sudden, a purple skinned cat man enters suddenly as he looks around the room around him. He was wearing a very dapper-looking suit and was seen putting on thick, purple gloves. His mouth had a permeant fanged smile as he leaned backwards on the wall. It was Zenki Yamazaki known by his villain name as Cheshire. "If ya'll need any chaos to be issued, I'm your cat!"

After a period of silence, Azarath moved forward once more, drawing everyone's attention to him. I'm happy to see everyone's enthusiasm, but things aren't as easy as you may believe. He said as he observed the gathered bad guys with a cheeky smile. "You see today amongst us we have a group of baby villains who are hoping to make their big debut on the center stage, something which sends joy to my rotted heart, however I can't allow them to simply walk into the world, not while they have the name of Axis Mundi attached to them." Azarath stated as he concentrated his gaze on the people he knew were beginners. "Your failures will be labeled our failures and that is something I refuse to allow." He stated solemnly, his eyes glowing scarlet red.

"So to ensure such things never come to pass, I will be personally testing you all here and now." As Azarath stepped down from the platform and made his way to the center of the underground area, massive mechanical bars emerged from the ground, establishing a safe haven for those who weren't partaking. "This is not optional, step forward NOW or be slaughtered like pigs." He yelled out to the rookies as a big group of military forces began aiming special rifles at each and every rookie, while the only exit to the place was barred by a large black alloy pillar.

"This is definitely a cult." Arthur said outloud as he chuckled at the weapons pointed at him and the rest. "Tests, some big monologue, next thing you know you'll be placing some figurehead in front of us and say'this is your God!'." He continued as he took steps forward nonchalantly. "Well I've invested enough time here, so I may as well see if it was worth it. So whats the test, and I swear to God, if we are drinking animal blood, I am walking out of here."

"What the fuck is with your sense of danger dude?" M.F Dune asked incredulously, "You *are* fully aware that we are outnumbered **and** outgunned here, **right**? Why is it your first thought to antagonize them?" Dune asked with an irritated tone. He too had been considering escaping, one of the things his Quirk was surprisingly decent at assisting in. HOWEVER; the one tiny problem that prevented this from even being close to a viable idea is that M.F was, in fact, not faster than a gun, or several guns to be accurate.

'So here you are Dune, one successful bank robbery and a few one-offs and now you're stuck in an Axis Mundi group. Great job, you're officially being conscripted by the bastard child of Nazis, Mideval Crusaders and Holier-than-thou ideology,' M.F Dune internally, sarcastically remarked, having heard tell of a group through the Grapevine. He took a few steps forward as to avoid being turned into a man-sized loofah, sighing angrily at his own foolish decisions. This wasnt the type of criminal activity he had in mind when he decided to live this way, but now the only plan was to Improvise, Adapt and Overcome. He glared with sheer lividity at Azarath through completely dark mask lenses, internally vowing that he would make it through the challenges just so he could get out of this God-forsaken joint. He was a criminal alright, but not a terrorist.

Casey started turning her head from side to side, looking at all the guns pointed towards her. She got quite frightened before understanding it was a test. Of course they were testing her; why wouldn't they? "Alright, do you worst!... or not?" She whispered the last part. Trying to sound confident despite being terrified. All these other hardened criminals looked mostly unfazed; she didn't want to be the odd one out.

After a while Arthur finally connected that Dune was talking to him and looked over, "I mean I would figure they wouldn't kill us for something so small if they already went out of their way to have us here. So I guess it was more of a gamble and more of just "you won't" kind of energy." He replied looking over to Dune. "Plus I mean whether it's them or a hero or some kid at a liquor store while I'm buying cigarettes, I'm gonna taken out. May as well just keep rolling."

"Well then Here I come" Azarath as he appeared directly before Arthur aiming a haymaker at his head, giving the rest no time to ponder or prepare.

Just as quickly Azarath moved, Arthur responded with swiftly bringing his arm up, aimed to block the oncoming haymaker. "In a place like this, with these kinds of people, ya think I'd let my guard down? Sir talks a lot."