Meagan finally steps up onto the arena. As she does, her cloak flies off of her shoulders and wraps it's self around her waist and lower abdomen. As it does, it becomes clear that Meagan is wearing a light-weight, high-tech armor [designed by Jinzi especially for her].
As she faces her opponent she becomes hyperaware of the area around her, of her opponent. She uses her sense to detect Deathstalker's moves in order to respond as quickly as possible.
The first thing she did as the match began was to use her own psychic power to probe her opponet's mind, carefully. She was testing to see if Lady Deathstalker's mind was resistant to psychic contact or open to it. The second was to respond to whatever actions her opponent sent her way. Her opponent was more powerful, in theory. In this case it's best to see her opening action first before using her own course of action.
Even as she prepared her counters and defenses, Meagan spoke up, "Why is this gem, this prize, important to you?"
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Qaztoh stays with Praxat , Eva and Kai, " Praxat you idoit what in the hell possessed you to use the Max Mode Technique?" Qaztoh said.
Praxat can feel her body starting to heal thanks to Eva and Kai, " I had no choice but to use it. There was a tough enemy and I need all the power I could get," Praxat said in a weak voice.
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Parsley landed on the Lookout.
"SHE'S BACK! SHE'S BACK!!"
She was immediately run into by two hyperactive pre-teen Saiyans. They circled around her excitedly, poking and prodding. Rutaba patted Parsley's hair, marveling at how spiky and pointy it was. "It looks like a yellow fire!"
Pinach was busy poking her abdomen. There was no give, no matter how hard he poked and punched. "Her muscles are so hard, Avoca!"
"Nnnh," Avoca moaned.
At hearing how her mate was fairing, Parsley smirked and gently brushed past her brother. She was kneeling in front of her in an instant. "Believe me now?" She held a hand out to help her to her feet. Avoca's knees were rather weak at the moment, so she had to place a hand on the small of her back to keep her steady.
"Y-yeah," she mumbled.
The blush coloring her cheeks - both sets - was cute. Of course, here on the Lookout and in front of two children, there wasn't much she could do. Later, though, she'd properly see Avoca off before she and the children went home. "That chaff is gone, so you guys can finally go home." She gently led her inside so she could sit down.
"Seriously?" Pinach asked as he and Rutaba followed them. "We can finally go home?"
"Yes. The barrier preventing the portals from operating has finally be cleaned up."
"Finally! Earth is great and all, but it'll be so awesome to finally sleep in my own bed again."
"And finally see Maiz again. She must have been worried sick about us."
"Yeah. Maiz."
It wouldn't be long before Parsley herself would have to return to Vocado and face the woman she thought of as a mother for her entire life. What would she say? What could she possibly say?
Well, the first thing she wanted to do was show that she was a Super Saiyan. She knew that Maiz would be so proud.
...
Her throat was getting tight for some reason. "I need something to drink," she murmured stiffly.
However that much anticipated reunion went would and should have been left to the future. She had more important things to worry about at the moment. The sooner Avoca, Pinach, and Rutaba were safe on Vocado, the better.
The others had departed some time ago, yet Ishtar had not found the strength to move from her vigil at Etrina's side. A thing so reminiscent to the battle with Battersea too years, ago ... the realization caused the Oni to offer a pained chuckle to no one but the unconscious Majin beside her.
Around to the same place, once more ... and yet so different.
Yet as the golden-eyed Oni sat and 'held the fort', she felt Totoma reopen a connection she'd allowed to fall a bit by the wayside -- the focus needed for such slipping somewhat after the massive expenditures of energy -- and a familiar voice found itself rattling around in her mind; and what it had to say was as flawed, as it was familiar.
So Ishtar sat a little straighter ...
Familiar, indeed ...
Had she herself, and several others not held the selfsame conversation -- in one variation or another -- three days prior ? The only difference between then and now, it seemed, was that the Doctor was not hiding behind false pretense or attempting to twist the truth of things into something altogether altruistic. He knew he was damned for what he did, and that mattered little.
The end, he felt ... he knew, justified the means.
And regardless the difference between then and now, that was as pitifully mistaken a belief as it had been three days ago.
Yet the need for Ishtar to espouse as much, was unnecessary; as two familiar individuals -- and two she had helped the former less directly, and the latter far more so -- were quick to express their own thoughts on the matter:
Totoma, and Parsley both tendered their responses, the words colored by the selfsame golden aura that enveloped their new forms; and for all the truth in what was offered, Ishtar could add no more.
Yet this ...
Is this some joke ? The Oni wondered, silently
The Doctor knew those he spoke to, had expressed as much ... yet this was his justification ? Of all the individuals you could could offered this single-minded rhetoric to; it was arguably the worst thing he could have offered for those he spoke to -- Totoma. Parsley. Ochazuke. Herself ... even, to a lesser extent, Sasheem -- Every single one of them had suffered the loss of everything they held dear. Many of those -- except perhaps, again, Sasheem -- had even been forced into watching it happen, some of those still even experiencing the pain of it firsthand; and this was what The Doctor offered to them ?
Ishtar forced herself upright, blood immediately beginning to flow from the hole in her side, and the ragged cut across her back. Before she could arrive to offer her words of anger, and disgust however; the conversation ended with all the pomp and circumstance with which it had begun.
So instead, Ishtar found herself waiting to hear if any serious harm had been done, before rushing to the aid of those who'd been caught in the blast ... and with a shaky sigh -- of relief, and exhaustion, both -- it became self evident that either by means of their own strength, or their proximity; the blast did ultimately little harm, and simply served to end the conversation in a manner most ostentatious. Though unlike the last time the golden-eyed Oni had spoken with the Doctor, this alternate Jinzi Pantaloon ... her mind was not tampered with.
The matter settled for now however, the Oni turned shakily back towards Etrina ... and with an eye on the unconscious, and transformed girl, she expended one of her remaining few charges of Dūraoša into her -- in a bid to expedite the healing -- before she turned her thoughts toward other matters.
'Nunlil, Glacia, Koolard, and the third of the adversaries sent by the Doctor have been dispatched ... it should be safe to return with Jinzi should you desire. With the Chaff gone, however ... we will need to act swiftly. What surprise was left to us, is now spent.'
Turning her focus toward the others, then, the Oni reached out to each in turn and offered the following:
'I can provide succor should you require such. Simply return to the Lookout so I might mend your injuries. More than that however, we must decide what is to be done now that the Chaff has been destroyed and the element of surprise has slipped from our fingers ...'
That said, the Oni returned to her watching over of Etrina, mindful that the girl might return in her addled state requiring a ... firm hand. To say nothing of the conversation they needed to have -- a thing she could not hope to avoid in the moment -- about what was realized during the confrontation with that creature from within the Dream.3
OT: Just so it's not missed Cleric, Ishtar reached out to Nunlil, to let her know it should be safe to bring Jinzi out of hiding. Do as you will with this.
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
Arx Inosaan
“Name’s.....Enoki......”
Held would remember the name and face. Looking closer, he realizes this is this timeline’s version of Sarada’s aunt.
Chris goes to get a few others out. Of the tubes, only three more contain survivors. One human, one Promethean, and one kitsune looking female alien he doesn’t recognize.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
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Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
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His mind flies away. Far out, into space, Ochazuke’s mind flies down the thread that connects Koolard to the Doctor. Space and time bend as the connection goes far deeper into space, into a place long forgotten. Ochazuke sees ancient factories of the First Race and an asteroid field protecting it and the ancient ship yards therein.
The Doctor does not know he has traced this connection.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
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"Alright, let's switch the topics a little," Blizzar stated, assuming it was time to change the pace and shift to a new subject of discussion regarding the Toadian race as he fought his foe, who proved to be a far more difficult opponent than he realized. "How about biology? That is to say, a rather excruciatingly detailed explanation of your races physical attributes and reproductive cycle!"
In the midst of the battle, Blizzar ducked a swipe from Incenio's tail, before leaning over and whispering in the alternate Arcosuan's ear, "Have fun with this one, old boy..."
Blizzar ducked backwards hoping to avoid a retaliatory strike from his rival. A right hook to the face, two jabs to his side. Rinse and repeat. Nothing too fancy just yet. For he was utilizing his Kinetic Charge, increasing his already formidable power level by five hundred with every two hits.
The elevator was going down...meaning it could be only a matter of time before he regrouped with Held and the others...excellent. if he managed to accumulate enough power then, he may be able to devise something to defeat this insipid cadaver. And even if that failed, he would have backup at the ready.
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As Meagan's Third Eye opens barely and very briefly, she swipes her hands at the on-coming fire-balls and they fizzle out as she absorbs their energy, converting it to Ki.
She then quickly lobs a Supernova-Blast Grenade at her, designed to explode just out of Deathstalker's reach and give off a concussive blast which, if it works, should send her flying backwards.
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