A stagnant universe where every Remarkable person was drawn into a War that the rest of the universe never even knew was happening. Millions perished leaving just enough survivors from the battles to carry word of the loss across existence.
Friends who found new family, most of the Egos vanished to fight and it didn't end well. One of the few survivors, Celine, in her grief uses less than ethical means to create the children of those who didn't come home.
Ego's End follows those left behind, those who came back, and the new generation as they struggle with their potential, their identity, their loss, and the devastation unchecked grief can rend.
[Before the war fic thing]
Guaranteed Recurring Egos (including but not limited to):
Celine - [Before the War] - [After]
Anti - [Before the War] - [After]
Google - [Before the War] - [After]
Dr Iplier - [Before the War] - [After]
Madpat - [Before the War] - [After]
The Jim Twins - [Before the War] - [After]
Chase Brody - [Before the War] - [After]
2nd Gen Egos (subject to adjustments/changes)
Anna (Ah-nah) Moore - Daughter of Dark/Marvin
Cadin Trimmer - Son of Bim/Silver Shepherd
Faith Mathers - Daughter of robo!Nate/ENBY yanderiplier
Keira Sanders - Daughter of Jackie Boy Man/Sleep Sanders
Matthew & Jacob Patrick - Twin sons of Madpat's deceased twin brother
Max Brody - Son of Chase Brody and Stacey Jones
Other Characters in this AU but not yet fully figured out
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im interested in the implications of darks profile— his conflict with his aura
This was supposed to be a covert operation; that’s why Damien brought Remy and Silver with him. They may be loud in personality but they have experience in keeping a low profile and have the most human vibe of the Egos. The plan was simple; infiltrate, acquire, and extract. Get in, get out; minimal exposure. What no one accounted for was the whole thing being a setup. Magic started flying and Dark immediately regretted not bringing at least one other magic user.
To their credit they more than hold their own, Silver beating down anyone stupid enough to get too close while Remy knocks a few of them out. That leaves Dark free to focus on the clear leader who's stood to the back of the room overseeing the mayhem.
Dark crosses the floor but the stranger sees him coming, smiling smugly as he snaps his fingers. Someone else steps between them and before Dark can do anything – BOOM! A blinding light blasts Dark back with such force he's airborne. He collides with something solid with a horrifying crunch before dropping to the floor.
Something’s broken; ribs possibly. Shoulder definitely. The air around him starts to crackle as pins and needles run along his entire body while white noise blossoms in his head, steadily growing in intensity. On the floor beneath him his shadow begins to darken.
“Dark?” He can hear Remy’s voice but it’s distant, muffled.
The white noise continues to rise until it peaks in an unending piercing whine. His shadow shivers, warping and twisting and Dark struggles to hold it together. Not here. Not now. The edges slowly crawl outwards feeling its way across the ground. It could end all this in 3 seconds flat if Dark would stop fighting.
“I’m fine!” He grits through his teeth. Nobody believes that.
The shadow turns inwards, reaching toward the hollow that carves itself into Dark's chest. On Its own It’s limited but with that delightful darkness only Damien has, It’s capable of anything. Of Chaos. Of Carnage.
“Talk to me, Dark!”
The bass in Silver’s voice booms and Dark tries to hold on to it. If he can just ground himself. He tries to respond; to tell them he’s fine but the shadow starts to draw deep from his void and every muscle tenses tight.
Decimation. Destruction. Devastation. It wants to eradicate everything in this room. To tear the building from its very foundations. If he lets It loose then no one will stop It.
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Remy's always been more of a lover than a fighter but he’s been in more than a few bar brawls over the years. He may be no 'Silver Shepherd' but he knows how to hold his own.
He's taken down a few guys already but the next one dodges the crack to the jaw before it makes contact, grabbing for Remy's wrist and holding tight. Remy smirks. That was a mistake. With a wink he shoves about a week’s sleep through the small point of contact. The guy’s snoring before he hits the floor.
He shakes his hand a little as he turns, just in time to see the colour drain from Dark as he shakes and groans in place. I'm not talking pale, I’m talking full monochrome, black and white, zero saturation in every part of him from his skin, to his hair, to his weirdly formal suit.
“He’s turning grey!”
Silver knocks maybe his fifth guy to the ground, bleeding and bruised. Not as elegant but whatever works. He glances at Dark before calling to Remy.
“Call Will.”
Remy grabs for his phone but freezes as Dark calls louder, “No!”
The edges of his eyes are turning black and Remy suddenly understands why they others always joke that Dark's a demon. Dark’s breathing is shallow and pained as he raises a fist in the air before striking it into the ground, his hand passing through the floor.
“Holy shit!” Remy yells.
The fist is swallowed, sinking into the shadow Itself. Dark pulls. With his body, his heart, his mind, with all that he has, straining to drag something out that Remy suspects they won't like.
“Silver?” he says nervously.
The shadow screams, writhing and twisting on the floor around them, lashing out and tearing up the floor as it strikes.
“Back up!” Silver barks, jumping back. Remy doesn't need telling twice, backing up until there's a wall at his back. “Dark?”
Dark looks up, solid black eyes empty and hollow.
“Down!” he gutturally growls before throwing both hands forward.
Remy's head bounces off the floor as he throws himself down but he doesn't have time to worry, wrapping his arms around the back of his head and slamming his eyes closed. Whatever was about to happen, he wasn't going to fuck with it.
As he drops, an intense wind kicks up, whisking round the room, smacking off the walls and pulling at Remy's jacket and hair as it whips overhead. The room is filled with agaonising screams, until it suddenly isn't. It stops. Complete silence. Remy waits.
The room is ice cold and he's fighting against shivers as he peeks an eye out. There's nothing. No bright light, no monstrous shadow….no enemies?
The only people left in the room are Silver, a short distance away also cautiously surveying the room, Remy, and Dark passed out on the floor. There's a little more colour to him now, a slight pink to his cheeks but no living person is that pale.
In a moment Silver's at his side checking his neck for a pulse. Remy cautiously climbs to his feet and tightly pulls his jacket around him while his breath is visible in the air before him.
“Is he dead?”
Silver shakes his head. “Not yet.”
As gently as he can, he pulls Dark into his arms. There's no movement, no resistance, no response.
So I've written something and would love to post it but I am tired af and have a lot to do tomorrow so I'll look over it when I don't feel like I'm going to pass out
Askbox is open for questions about Egos or the 2nd gens
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Paultin was never an Ego, meeting them in the War after losing the entire Waffle Crew. While Chase, Celine, James, and Mad returned to the Building, Paultin returned elsewhere around the same time.
Chase sought him out, while Celine brought him to the building. After watching the obliteration of his friends Paultin saw little to no point in continuing to exist.
In order to protect him, Celine cast a spell to stop Paultin from harming himself as long as he's in the building. After he tried to leave, she then magically bound him to it.
Celine swears it's for his own good but to Paultin, he's been cursed. Trapped as a prisoner with children who have no idea what this world is really like.
Nothing adjusts your perception of life like dying in a War far from home, and then coming back to life on top of your dead friends.
Thus far Chase has died three times. Twice in the War, and once since he came home. He doesn't like to think about it but knows there's a timer on being able to ignore it. If Max follows his footsteps, Chase won't be able to ignore it any more.
More than any one, Chase has done what little he can to support the kids as they've grown. As the only qualified parent, a lot of tasks fell to him but has comfortably shifted into the awkward 'uncle' role once they reached those awkward teen years.
Chase hasn't aged since coming back from the war and it's very awkward how Max doesn't look like his son as much as a younger brother.
Jim is the one who stayed, James was the one who left. In the entire time James was gone, Jim didn't say a single word. Since James came back that's barely changed, using a word every once in a while, but it's fairly rare.
James knows what his Remarkability is, he discovered it after being summoned. Celine insists it be kept secret, but it's not as secret as she thinks.
Of the two, James is more likely to throw a punch while Jim is more likely to set you on fire.
Jim's needs are simple. 1) James can never leave again. 2) The kids need to stay away from him.
Mad has a large scar across his face. It skirts just below his right eye, crosses over his nose which looks like it was broken more than once, and ends on his left cheek. No one knows where it came from and if asked Mad lies. It's a different lie each time and everyone's come to accept he won't ever tell the truth.
Mad had a twin, Dirk Patrick, who was also drawn into the war and didn't survive. Celine struck some kind of deal with the police force Dirk worked with and from him came the twins, Mat and Jake. The twins are technically Mad's nephews.
Mostly silent, often scowling, Mad sees everything that happens around him. Keeping his mouth shut is a gift he gives the rest of the group because they wouldn't like most of what he has to say.
He keeps the twins at arms length because they both remind him of himself and Dirk and he doesn't have the emotional maturity to be able to handle that. Even so, he's protective of them and would intervene if he felt it necessary.
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Dr Iplier is and always has been a figure of trust amongst the egos. More than anyone he's trusted with secrets some would tell to no other. And still he also has a reputation for struggling to keep his attitude in check when he disagrees with someone.
The clinic Celine established for him in the building is open to anyone who needs his treatment, though the kids are usually dragged in rather than coming in themselves. A basic office deals with the smaller stuff, while a small wing with several beds leads off in the event of anything going wrong.
He's the only adult who's noticably aged in the last 20 years, something he's unfortunately reminded of every time he looks in the mirror. Jim's always looked younger than he is, Google in an android and immune to the ravages of time, and Anti is a mystery.
More than once he's considered leaving what's left of the Egos, overwhelmed by the drama and pain within the walls. He's not left yet, having struck up a firm friendship with Anti and Google and not being willing to abandon them yet.
