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The small opening Ochazuke had noticed had not been for a person, and even he hadn’t detected the small dime sized sphere of metal that impacted the earth.
The metal pulses, ripples, and then a man appears. The sphere melts down after he appears, it’s purpose served in teleporting him there.
He adjusts his long coat, checks to see if his gear is still good, and then pats his mustache down a bit as his gaze falls over Capital City in the distance.
He slowly starts waking his way there, keeping his power level undetectable. Zaofan, the Crimson Gaze was on the hunt.
Jinzi was good as dead.
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As Meagan was walking with Althena, her Guardian Precognition acted up. As it did, she saw a flash of Jinzi's face, then a sense that somehow Zaofan was involved. "Althena, exciuse me but I need to look into something. We can talk later."
She then headed out to the Plaza, looking out towards Capital City, and opening her Third Eye. She used it to scan the area.
As she did, Dash approaches her, "Meg, somethin' wrong?"
Meagan doesn't answer, but lifts off the ground, flying fast towards Capsule Corps.
Dash quietly joins her in flight.
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The venomous claws slash the main object in their way -- the split-second timing of Zaofan's Scarlet Shield. Sasheem had tried this disassembly trick before -- it would not work a second time.
Zaofan fades away with the Zanzoken, but reappears in the same spot; less of a display of speed, and more of a display of determination. And power. He grabs Sasheem's jabbing wrist, and pulls him in close, and stabs him with his left hand, initiating the Woven Path and canceling his ability to fly. nearly whispering and looking the Majin straight in the eyes. "Of course. Leave the trash talk ... to the trash."
"Optic Blast."
While maintaining his superstrong grip on the wrist, Zaofan's Optic Blast pours steadily like a high-powered hose at point blank range from Sasheem's face, the grip meant to contain the Majin. After maintaining the sustained stream of energy for a bit, he lets go of the wrist and continues the stream, allowing the blast's concussive force do all the rest.
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"Blarghlestoooooopidheefeahoofawoppawohpabasttttar rrrd," Sasheem managed to mumble out as the optic blast began to rip him apart. And as much as he hated to admit it, that, 'Leave the trash talk to the trash' line was actually pretty good. That almost hurt more than the concussive pain....almost.
Soon enough it appeared as if Sasheem had been splintered into dozens of pieces...but not quite. Those pieces soon formed into miniature versions of the Majin himself...and had armored themselves in Katchin.
The Mini-Sasheems quickly stretched out and latched into Zaofan before they fell from the lack of flight and immediately began to attack him.
"Stooopid Zaofan! Stinky stinky chef!" three shouted, peppering Zaofan's stomach with tiny Katchin fists.
"Stooopid Zaofan! Smelly smelly breath!" Two others sang, attempting to punch the chef in the balls.
There were many, many others each armored in Katchin and piling atop of Zaofan's shoulders in an attempt to weigh him down.
Meagan sends Dash inside, to keep an eye on Jinzi, while she stands at the entrance and waits. Something si coming, she just knows it.
Dash goes inside, sees Jinzi and warns him, "Meagan thinks something is commin' for you. Stay with me, she's outside standing guard. Ah reckon it's what Guardians do."
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"If your aim is curiosity, then you and I are not so different ..." Ishtar said with a small smile.
"When I was young, I existed in a realm separated from this, in a similar manner as the Void. It was Timeless, safe. It was, in retrospect, boring." The Oni continued. "When a stranger arrived, I took the offered chance to learn and explore ... and here I am now."
Ishtar shrugged then.
"That you are merely curious however, is good. Whomever is whispering to me proves useful, and yet when the time comes if I need to kill it ... I certainly will." When the Voidling moved on however, to the subject of gravity, of all things, Ishtar chuckled.
"Ah. You are referring to gravity. In ... simplistic terms, gravity is simply the end result of how this plane's spacetime is influenced by the irregular balance of mass ..." The Oni trailed off a moment then, before further simplifying:
"The distribution of mass -- the matter within an object -- is chaotic. Gravity is simply the end result; and the more mass an object has ... the larger its pull. That pull is gravity. As with most things in this universe however, it can be manipulated with sufficient knowledge."
The golden-eyed Oni held her hand up and muttered, before pulling Cthylla forward an inch or two, as she herself stepped back.
"Like so."
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
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Jinzi nods, distracted by a problem on the computer.
Meagan, something buries itself in your stomache faster than you could see or even think (he is many times faster than your base form)You double over, bile and blood spitting from your mouth. Before you can even think to respond, an odd ‘click’ sound is hear as Ki binders are slapped on your wrist. Only these ones act like the Junjo blockers had, cutting off magic and psychic energy as well.
A blindfold and gag are place in you and a voice that seems familiar speaks.
“Don’t struggle. You’ll be free soon. I’m only here for the inventor.”
Meagan, you are forcefully marched into CC by the unknown intruder.
Meanwhile, any paying attention would suddenly sense Meagan’s power just...abruptly disappear. Which generally only happens when one dies. There was also an odd quick flare of power near her when this happens.
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