Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Hissing, Spidus’ body lurched unnaturally forward, breaking the psychic match and lashing out with a massive barrage of strikes.

At the Lookout Qaztoh is watching this match " Come on Meagan you can do it kick their bastard's ass! Yeah Meagan is so going to owned that spider thingy!" Qaztoh said

[grampagen]

The world was fuzzy and distant. Erosa felt herself being pulled away from it...as if on the current of some river.


The feeling was similar, but different....to one she had felt before. This was.....dying....


....at least....she thought....this was what it felt like. The first time had been quick, with nothing after....but this time it was like she was being carried off on the wind by some force. Her body was being left behind, the soft glow of her heart and its energy visible in the haze.


...and in the distance, a man stood alone as a beacon against the haze. That was the stern faced fighting man, Ochazuke. He was looking at her....no...he was looking at "her".


"Ochi...." Erosa called out in a voiceless voice. She wanted to go towards him, but the pull of the tide was dragging her back. "....ochi.....I think I screwed up....took a hot load.....to the back of the throat....."


If there was any humor in death, Erosa managed to at least give herself a chuckle.


"....You need energy......I can hear it......take mine, take whats left in my heart.....and kick the crap outta her...." Erosa tried to reach out, but her essence, her soul....was being carried away. All that remained now was her shell, and the crystallized heart within in. The energy it contained lanced out, a final act of will from the id, and flowed to join the energy Ochazuke had accumulated.

Standing just outside of the melee, it was in that moment that he felt it. The air seemed to still, the hush before an ambush. Without words, the trail of Erosa's voice fell upon Ochazuke where the energies mingled.

More than hear it, he felt it. That familiar darting presence. Full, sincere, unabashed. Shock, surprise; and finally, a remnant that slowly faded to regret. A flare of struggle from the inability to drink the carnal flavour of life, cut short from what needed to be done.

Then a flood of the Id's remaining emotions seemed to course towards him all at once, bolstering the gathered portion of the world's energy and transforming the particulate flow into a flood of intensity/ Where the jubilance of those seemingly boundless appetites slowed, reaching out then Ochazuke felt the last testament flow through him.

...the last of what's left in your heart?

Ochazuke looked towards Etrina's emergent form. Surrounded by a dialating maelstrom of much the same that bled beneath Zurvan's armor, each channel of the mage's will twist to a frigid malice that sundered the air about her. Not only did he see a sister mourning wrathfully, but where he had connected to Erosa, he knew the Time Mage had thrown away everything but the darkest facets of her person.

The memory of that divergent reality cut through his thoughts. Darkness, loathing, and a hunger that would never be sated. He had seen what had happened once before when it had bled black and was cast aside when Etrina lost the last of what was left of her heart. Even unable to sculpt the form with less than half a day of Zxu'ro's method, Ochazuke knew he could not hesitate.

The anguish of losing such an intrinsic part of being, part of the self, in a sense he knew all too well. When he seized the weight of her will into his fist, he knew Erosa could not allow her sister to fall in this way again.

A thing she took advantage of, too, not a moment later, as despite the intervention from Nevanlinna, Etrina, and Sheriff Zaofan, one beam of purple death remained to seek its ... and so, moving swiftly, Ishtar used her instant teleportation to place herself in the path of it; the beam ripping through her side. Yet backed by wrath, and empowered by the damage it mattered to Ishtar little.


... and thanks again, to Ochazuke, the newfound might that flooded her veins, and the bloody Katchin that coated her forearms ... the golden-eyed Oni now had a new target.

That magic amplifying ring.

Her own blue-black blood now staining the Lookout, Ishtar snarled and lunged toward the distracted -- thanks to Sheriff Zaofan -- only to disappear ... reappearing in a flash at Glacia's side, her own bloodstained Katchin turned against her as the Oni sought to cleave the hybrid's arm -- specifically the one in possession of the ring -- off.

OT: Ishtar has suffered three hits of sufficient strength to trigger Araska amplification. Current PL w/2 Araska charges: 3,881,250.

Glacia barely manages to pull her arm away, though Ishtar cuts a deep furrow in forearm. Sadly, the Threshling biology regens the wound quickly.

She powers up, cursing and starts flying upwards, slapping Alt Zaofan into Nevalinna with her tail as she seeks to gain altitude to do something.

Not only was the trauma of loss enough to shake the foundations of one's humanity, but where Ochazuke saw Ishtar bear wounds, the Oni seemed to find some manner with which to turn them into strength. Glacia herself seemed to have experienced it firsthand as she immediately moved to a higher altitude, bristling with a growing, subtle energy.

The last time he let an Arcosian fly out of range, the walls surrounding the nanite shale sanctuary beneath Capsule Corp were shattered, all to the baleful echo of that sickening, condescending laughter.

"Cheh."

Tracing her path through the course of his meditation, Ochazuke cast Glacia contemptuously uponThe Woven Path, changing her escape route into a plummeting dead angle where she retreated, away from their group.

I will bring you her arm.

Bracing himself, the Incomplete Genki Dama* held in his right hand grew heavy. Within it he carried the weight of the defenseless surface below.

In turn, take that ring!

At the back of his mind, he was unsure if he could execute, but in the face of what stood to pass, he could only face it with Mushin Nehan***, the extinguished and empty mind, and allow the combative will of those who could not fight speak through him. Rising off the Lookout ground, he channeled through him the aura of ten thousand living wills and the last breath of an Id calling for vindication. He then took to the air and pursued Glacia, following just behind Ishtar.

* Genki Charge: 3
**Erosa's PL = 700k
Bequeathed Magicite Charges x5 = 3.5 Mill
+ gathered Genki energy = ???
***Mushin Nehan: as Ochazuke approaches Glacia, he is using his meditation field to disrupt the efficacy of her execution!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ishtar failed to sever the arm in one fell swoop ... but that mattered little. As soon as flesh gave way, the Katchin that coated the Oni's arms bled back into the wound, Threshling anatomy sealing the now viscous nigh-indestructible medal 'returned' back where it came from.

So as Glacia broke away, and made her ascent ... she would begin to feel it as Ishtar deftly manipulated the Katchin inside the wound; the metal swiftly solidifying into thousands of razor sharp edges as it began cutting into, and through the arm.

And all the while, Ishtar down below on the Lookout surface, prepared and fired a torrent of Void Energy toward the woman.

Glacia did something interesting.

Dodging the blast, she takes the ring off the one hand, sliding it on the other and with a savage jerk, tears the infected arm off so Ishtar’s katchin cannot harm her.

The wound seals over and slowly begins healing and regrowing.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: for Cleric in case this was missed.

“Good. And you, Nevadian?”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Her tongue ran across her top teeth, a show of annoyance that this wasn't going the way she thought it would. Balon's admittance that he would have lost to her last move only served to add to that annoyance. He's on the other side of the arena. I have to be careful.

"It's just fine. I had to spend much of my childhood training on the ground because I couldn't fly until a few years ago." With that, she launched dozens of crimson energy blasts. Instead of aiming for Balon, she aimed instead for the arena. Some exploded, creating bright flashes of light to obscure her approach. She emerged from the blinding flashes and ducked down to sweep his legs from under him.

He bunny hops over the sweep, flipping and placing his hands on her shoulders. Grabbing her as he rotated over he throws her across the arena.

“A fine attempt, if a bit flashy.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Standing just outside of the melee, it was in that moment that he felt it. The air seemed to still, the hush before an ambush. Without words, the trail of Erosa's voice fell upon Ochazuke where the energies mingled.

More than hear it, he felt it. That familiar darting presence. Full, sincere, unabashed. Shock, surprise; and finally, a remnant that slowly faded to regret. A flare of struggle from the inability to drink the carnal flavour of life, cut short from what needed to be done.

Then a flood of the Id's remaining emotions seemed to course towards him all at once, bolstering the gathered portion of the world's energy and transforming the particulate flow into a flood of intensity/ Where the jubilance of those seemingly boundless appetites slowed, reaching out then Ochazuke felt the last testament flow through him.

...the last of what's left in your heart?

Ochazuke looked towards Etrina's emergent form. Surrounded by a dialating maelstrom of much the same that bled beneath Zurvan's armor, each channel of the mage's will twist to a frigid malice that sundered the air about her. Not only did he see a sister mourning wrathfully, but where he had connected to Erosa, he knew the Time Mage had thrown away everything but the darkest facets of her person.

The memory of that divergent reality cut through his thoughts. Darkness, loathing, and a hunger that would never be sated. He had seen what had happened once before when it had bled black and was cast aside when Etrina lost the last of what was left of her heart. Even unable to sculpt the form with less than half a day of Zxu'ro's method, Ochazuke knew he could not hesitate.

The anguish of losing such an intrinsic part of being, part of the self, in a sense he knew all too well. When he seized the weight of her will into his fist, he knew Erosa could not allow her sister to fall in this way again.





Not only was the trauma of loss enough to shake the foundations of one's humanity, but where Ochazuke saw Ishtar bear wounds, the Oni seemed to find some manner with which to turn them into strength. Glacia herself seemed to have experienced it firsthand as she immediately moved to a higher altitude, bristling with a growing, subtle energy.

The last time he let an Arcosian fly out of range, the walls surrounding the nanite shale sanctuary beneath Capsule Corp were shattered, all to the baleful echo of that sickening, condescending laughter.

"Cheh."

Tracing her path through the course of his meditation, Ochazuke cast Glacia contemptuously uponThe Woven Path, changing her escape route into a plummeting dead angle where she retreated, away from their group.

I will bring you her arm.

Bracing himself, the Incomplete Genki Dama* held in his right hand grew heavy. Within it he carried the weight of the defenseless surface below.

In turn, take that ring!

At the back of his mind, he was unsure if he could execute, but in the face of what stood to pass, he could only face it with Mushin Nehan***, the extinguished and empty mind, and allow the combative will of those who could not fight speak through him. Rising off the Lookout ground, he channeled through him the aura of ten thousand living wills and the last breath of an Id calling for vindication. He then took to the air and pursued Glacia, following just behind Ishtar.

* Genki Charge: 3
**Erosa's PL = 700k
Bequeathed Magicite Charges x5 = 3.5 Mill
+ gathered Genki energy = ???
***Mushin Nehan: as Ochazuke approaches Glacia, he is using his meditation field to disrupt the efficacy of her execution!

One armed but healing, Glacia suddenly falls instead, altering her course. She slams into the Lookout, for the first time a desperate look in her eyes.

Dark spiraling red and black energy forms in her hand.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Haru’s eyes glow brighter and brighter, bluntz waves channeled inwards as his body transforms rapidly. His Promethean dna allowing the normal slow saiyan transformation to go much more rapidly, plus the Wolf part adding an animality to it.

A massive bipedal Wolf creature, bigger than any transformed saiyan, stands before them. It’s massive jaws and claw glinting in the sun.

[MrSandman]

Erosa would find that while her energy went to Ochazuke, something else held her soul in place. Almost like three hands grabbing hold and tethering her for the moment.

Lines of magic trail off towards Pike, Anula, and Evangeline, each aiding in keeping her soul on this plane in hopes of healing her body and restoring life once this is all over.

Erosas spirit, for lack of a better description, jerked to a halt as the three lines of magic bounded her existence against the tide pulling her away. Like a river fish caught on a line, her spirit was held fast against the current.

The pull had been a gentle one at first, but now that resistance had been offered it felt like sandpaper dragged over her non existent skin. The force carrying her soul intensified seemingly in response to their efforts in holding her.

"...I...don't want to go yet....." Erosa mumbled, pulling against the current.

"....rest....sleep....."

"...It....It will get cold....my cooking..."

"....nothing matters now....."

"..Etrina will be sad if i..."

"...come home....with us..."

The force pulling her increased again, now the drag was like blades ripping against her. Erosa soul let out a pained cry, twisting and turning as the lines of magic holding her held.

It that moment of panic and pain, Erosas view was cast back to there the current led.

What had she been expecting....? She who had only recently gained something even resembling a soul? Was there nothing at the end of her life? Or perhaps the otherworld that had been described by the others? Maybe even a hell?

No.....what she saw waiting for her at the end was far, far worse.



All thoughts of going peacefully into the afterlife vanished from Erosa mind before the colossal thing that floated just beyond the boundary of life. Whatever it was, is was both asleep and aware...and It was calling to her with the familiarity of a parent.

".....come home......"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

He bunny hops over the sweep, flipping and placing his hands on her shoulders. Grabbing her as he rotated over he throws her across the arena.

“A fine attempt, if a bit flashy.”

Sarada backflipped several times until she got her bearings and planted her feet to come to a stop. "How's this for flashy?" During the sweep, she charged the floor under Balon with Cardinal Touch. With a mental thought, she detonated the charge.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada backflipped several times until she got her bearings and planted her feet to come to a stop. "How's this for flashy?" During the sweep, she charged the floor under Balon with Cardinal Touch. With a mental thought, she detonated the charge.

Balon, through the Woven Web that kept her earth bound, had sensed the charged places and as such artfully avoids each explosion.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Erosas spirit, for lack of a better description, jerked to a halt as the three lines of magic bounded her existence against the tide pulling her away. Like a river fish caught on a line, her spirit was held fast against the current.

The pull had been a gentle one at first, but now that resistance had been offered it felt like sandpaper dragged over her non existent skin. The force carrying her soul intensified seemingly in response to their efforts in holding her.

"...I...don't want to go yet....." Erosa mumbled, pulling against the current.

"....rest....sleep....."

"...It....It will get cold....my cooking..."

"....nothing matters now....."

"..Etrina will be sad if i..."

"...come home....with us..."

The force pulling her increased again, now the drag was like blades ripping against her. Erosa soul let out a pained cry, twisting and turning as the lines of magic holding her held.

It that moment of panic and pain, Erosas view was cast back to there the current led.

What had she been expecting....? She who had only recently gained something even resembling a soul? Was there nothing at the end of her life? Or perhaps the otherworld that had been described by the others? Maybe even a hell?

No.....what she saw waiting for her at the end was far, far worse.



All thoughts of going peacefully into the afterlife vanished from Erosa mind before the colossal thing that floated just beyond the boundary of life. Whatever it was, is was both asleep and aware...and It was calling to her with the familiarity of a parent.

".....come home......"

Evangeline’s Voice carries into her mind.

‘Resist, Erosa. Stay with us. I’ll help you.’

[MrSandman]

One armed but healing, Glacia suddenly falls instead, altering her course. She slams into the Lookout, for the first time a desperate look in her eyes.

Dark spiraling red and black energy forms in her hand.

As power gathered in her hand, Glacia felt the pressure of a hand slap down upon her lower arm. There was no warning, no approach, Etrina was just....there, A look a absolute hatred pouring from her red eyes.

No sooner did she have her hand around her arm did Etrina channel her ice magic and freeze the arm at the root....jerking it immediately afterwards with the intend to snap the frozen limb off completely.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Balon, through the Woven Web that kept her earth bound, had sensed the charged places and as such artfully avoids each explosion.

Several of the blasts that didn't detonate to obscure Sarada's earlier advance suddenly started zipping and buzzing around Balon. Some elongated and attempted to wrap around his limbs.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Several of the blasts that didn't detonate to obscure Sarada's earlier advance suddenly started zipping and buzzing around Balon. Some elongated and attempted to wrap around his limbs.

He’s gone.

Wolf’s Prowl and his speed has increased by 3x.

He is suddenly right behind her, hand placed flat in the middle of her back. He pushes her forward several feet.

“Careful.”

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Haru’s eyes glow brighter and brighter, bluntz waves channeled inwards as his body transforms rapidly. His Promethean dna allowing the normal slow saiyan transformation to go much more rapidly, plus the Wolf part adding an animality to it.

A massive bipedal Wolf creature, bigger than any transformed saiyan, stands before them. It’s massive jaws and claw glinting in the sun.

Parsley's teeth clenched into a determined glower. The creature had transformed into a massive wolf... thing, far larger than any Oozaru. While this posed a great threat, they still had speed and maneuverability on their side. A creature this size could only move so fast, after all.

'Aim for its legs. Keep it off-balance.' Her nullification wouldn't keep up for much longer, so the next several moments were critical. 'If you have any techniques to keep him grounded, its time to use them.'

She fired her Void Beam at its feet, making it curl upward toward its waist so the ensuing shock-wave could damage its legs.

OOC: Nullification Effect: -60%