For the next two hours numerous Warframes were shown in video form. From Excalibur fighting infected units with a glowing green katana, Nyx controlling enemies to fight for her and abusing psychic powers, Mag controlling magnetic fields like Magneto himself and Nekros rising his enemies back as corpses for him to control whilst loot rained down all around...
To say the crowd was excited would be an understatement. Almost every person watching the reveals were roaring in excitement and anticipation. They all wanted to get their hands on the game as soon as possible. This was also the case for Loki as he realised that one Warframe showcased was named after him. Odin and Frigga displayed an outward appearance of aloofness, but, inside, they were also wondering if they too could play this 'Warframe' that Freya had created.
Doom was more reserved and simply sat still upon his onw throne, his eyes scanning every ounce of detail that the video showed, as if it would reveal the secrets of the Warframes. The fact that he was tensing his fist every now and then showed his discomfort with the powers being projected by these Warframes.
Sirius, Harry, Hermione and Grindelwald were positively stunned into silence. Although separated throughout the room, they all displayed gaping mouths and a confused countenance. The latter of these wizards and witches was frothing, metaphorically, at the mouth at the sheer power these machines displayed. All the while Harry and Hermione were processing the fact that technology could truly match the wonders of magic at a certain level. Sirius was simply astounded. 'To think muggles have come this far...' Was the single thought that consumed his mind in the long reveal cycle.
Freya smirked inwardly at the reactions of every person in the stadium and in the VIP box. This was what she wanted, what she desired. Bring everyone together with entertainment and allow people to forge bonds with the games that she makes. Who cares if Thor is an Asgardian prince, he is a Volt-main, and you could be better than him at the game... She rolled her shoulders as a flowing sensation of power tingled down her spine, her concept empowerment sky rocketing enormously. With that feeling came the confirmation that certain elements of Warframe would become real... Such as the void and its entities, Duviri and finally all of the resources from the game. Material science and creation was about to go ballistic.
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Peter had been having a blast. Warframe was epic and showcased a level of sci-fi that very few people had seen in the world. But alongside this reveal, this day was awesome sheerly because he was being hugged by a girl! Luna Snow to be precise, and she was stunningly beautiful whilst massively distracting.
His friends and colleagues were all enjoying the night as well, the drinks flowing rather freely and the food at a five star quality. They thought they had even heard Gordon Ramsey in the background a few times, not that anyone was able to confirm nor deny that specific claim. All together the night was turning out to be one of the best for the teen.
"Hey Pete, you gonna try out that Limbo Warframe?" Peter shook his head at his best friend's antics, the once chubby boy now sitting beside Emma Frost with a confident smirk plastered on his face.
"Nah, Dagath looks pretty cool though..." He mused as his friend frowned in mild shock.
"But time manipulation bro! CC through the ass and then dot damage as well!"
Peter shrugged at his bestie's exclamation. "Meh, he just doesn't seem all that interesting to me..."
Ned just balked at him before grabbing his pine-orange drink and sipping it, as if the flavour of the drink would distract him from the absurdity of his friend.
"Ned, he doesn't have to like Limbo." Emma broke into the conversation whilst a trailer for Hydroid played absently in the background.
He grumbled some more before responding. "But, time manipulation!"
She rolled her eyes as she picked up her champagne, sloshing it around before joining back into the conversation she was having previously with Mark and Tony Stark. Conversation dwindled between them as the video played in the background, Luna's attention completely devoted to the video playing beyond the massive glass panels of the VIP room.
"Frost is so cool!!!" She squealed in excitement as Hydroid was joined by the icy Warframe. The video showcased them blasting entire patches of enemy forces up into a water-cyclone before being frozen by the Frost, showcasing a massive change Freya had made to Warframe in general; Abilities could now intertwine for different effects. The entire table laughed and smirked at the excitement of their fellow members. Tonight was a good night, Peter concluded as he finished off his orange juice.
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Somewhere in Space...
Screams echoed off of distant metal covered expanses as the video played before the eyes of his closest followers... Visions of weapons of war tearing through the base elements that made the universe. From Time and Space to the mental powers of these various 'Warframes'. Esoteric powers such as magic and eldritch energies propelling outwards within the video to inflict massive damage to the surrounding environment and the enemies before them. It was beautiful in a macabre sense.
"Master... Should we not invade Earth now? Kill this threat whilst in the cradle, so to speak?" The soft whispering caress of his first's voice grated upon his already frayed temper.
"No. It is not time yet. The stones have not yet made it to where I wish them to be... And the old fool who sits upon Asgard still lives." A soft hiss sparked from behind him, his eyes narrowing as his fist reached out and grasped Maw's neck. "Anything to say Maw...?" A single choked cry was the only response he received before he grew tired of this farcical game of dominance, throwing the wiry alien off to the side to regain his breath and massage his abused throat.
"N-no Master..." Thanos nodded his head before regarding the imagery from Earth. This would need considerable time to predict the consequences of this new technology. He resisted the urge to rub his forehead in frustration. It was as if everything was out to make his quest all that more difficult.
...
Damian stood off to a corner of the VIP room as everyone else cooed and cawed at the flashy images that Freya showed them. He wasn't like the rest of them though, no, he was looking at the various people and organisations represented here. From the league of assassins with his mother's presence, to the owl-masked man who was watching his father unerringly... There was conflict brewing and it would only come to a head after the evening's events had concluded.
Though the action was delayed, the heavily veiled tension collecting within the room was making his hand twitch towards his throwable batterangs. His robin suit, hidden beneath the layers of his formal suit, clung tightly to his flesh, grinding into his skin as if a constant reminder of who these people all truly were. Assassins, Fighters, Heroes, Martyrs, Dark Lords and numerous other denominations all sat in the room like coiled serpents and growling tigers.
And yet, his father outwardly appeared oblivious to this dance of beasts. He was casually sipping on wine whilst an Australian Supermodel hung off of his side, as if she were a mere adornment for the rich billionaire philanthropist.
'Why isn't he preparing for combat?' Damian could not fathom the cavalier nature of Bruce Wayne, his father.
...
Bruce Wayne knew the room was a landmine. Little did everyone else understand that he was the spark to this tinderbox and that soon his plan would spring. He was disappointed in the majority of the party goers and their lack of observational skills... Chief amongst those disappointments was his own son's confused glare that was barely concealed by his position in the shadows of the room. The little guy had so much left to learn and yet his arrogance stunted him.
He withheld the sigh of frustration that threatened to bubble forth as the model on his arm, some up-and-coming actor that liked to mess around with rich men, faked a laugh at the joke of Shaw across from him. Merely smiling at the horrible attempt at humour, Bruce found himself gazing across the room, meeting the gaze of a green-eyed teen; around Damian's age, who was narrowing his eyes towards him.
Curiosity sparked within him at this precise moment as the young man turned his head, luringly, towards a nearby fresco where his smoke devices had been surreptitiously place as he had meandered the room previously. All the kid did was raise his eyebrow before shaking his head and walking towards Freya's throne, which the Uchiha were guarding with fierce expressions.
'That boy is incredible... Also a pain in the ass. If she learns of what I plan...' A shiver softly ran down his back as his thoughts spiralled into contingency plans and possible technologies that he had on hand that could delay Freya and or the Uchiha. The possibilities were bleak, but not impossible, it would just require a sufficient distraction and the use of some of the more 'powerful' people in the room. 'Perhaps I could rile Clark up?' That nearly caused a visible shudder, he needed to be careful with the plans he was making.
...
Damian noticed the green-eyed brat walking towards Freya but just put it off as a silver-spooned brat heading to mommy to tell on someone. He'd met the little tyke earlier and his all-knowing grin and piercing gaze just ground into his paranoia. As if his father's or mother's looks weren't enough, now he had to deal with an invasive little twat called Harry who refused to look away from him; until he did a few minutes later.
He would have growled at the brat's nerve but currently he was too absorbed in tracking his father's movements. Damian wasn't stupid, he knew something was coming, but for the life of him he couldn't understand what that was. Bruce hadn't given him a hint at all. This irked him to no end.
'How am I supposed to help if you don't communicate to me!?' He screamed the words in his head as if he could speak telepathically, not that he could. His frustration just continued to build as his hand got ever closer to his weapons and utility belt.
...
Harry was having an interesting evening. Going from the horrors of the Dursleys to the high-life of the rich and powerful alongside Freya; who he considered his godmother... was jarring to say the least. This wasn't mentioning the craziness he had gotten used to from the Wizarding World... This event paled in comparison to fighting a Basilisk with a bloody sword, but it was still dangerous, and he could feel that.
Growing up with his abusers and a shard of the Dark Lord Voldemort in his head had made him very astute to his surroundings and observant, lest he poke the bear that was his relatives one too many times. Even in this relaxed atmosphere and with Hermione as company, he couldn't skip the habit of checking for exits, hiding holes and danger. This was how he caught onto the smoke bombs near the frescos at the sides of the room.
To many they would just seem like small indents in the artwork, an interesting addition to add textile flavour and third dimensional texture to the piece. He, well, he was used to seeing things others weren't and had honed his magical and mundane senses to the point where he could almost pinpoint danger. It was how he was capable of following the Basilisk's utterances through solid stone before he killed the damned thing. And now, it was blaring all around him, this being the reason why he currently sidled up against his godmother's throne and began speaking, hoping she would end the threat before it began.
It spoke to his trust of her that he would ask for her help when in the past when he had asked adults to aid him, they failed to save him from the horrors of his 'family'.
...
Freya chuckled as Harry reported the bombs at the edges of the room to her. He was surely a powerful wizard in her mind. She looked over and noted the difference in the frescos, scoffing internally at the delusion of whoever had placed them.
The entire room was covered with Fuinjutsu that physically and magically stopped all conflict and damaging weaponry. The smoke bombs would trigger, there was no doubt about that, smoke in those amounts weren't lethal... But the 'conflict' that would naturally occur afterwards would lead to many people suddenly finding themselves without oxygen in their lungs and placed into an unconscious state.
"Don't worry Harry. No one can hurt anyone here, just enjoy the show when it happens, kay?" He smiled mischievously, much like his father; who was currently resting in the HQ of Yggdrasil Interactive in New York.
"Hah, they don't know do they?"
Freya smirked evilly. "Maybe, maybe not... I cannot confirm nor deny your query." He broke down into cackles, slumping in on himself as he met the eyes of Bruce Wayne once again, dropping to his knees in hilarity now.
His display was unnoticed by the majority of the VIPs as the silencio spell runically imbedded into the dais did its job. "Oh, I'm going to have to tell Fred and George about this!" Freya's smirk turned into a full grin.
...
Bruce gulped as the boy broke down into a fit of silent laughter.
'What is going on...?'
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