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

[MrSandman]

A slow clap could be heard from the hallway as the caped chef turns the corner.

"Well done, Cafe Rosa. Well done. You have outdone yourselves!"

Of course, if Zaofan had a beard, he would be clearer about his approval:

"We couldn't have done it without you Masterchef!" One of the Erosas shouted. "But we're just getting started er...."

There was a sudden pause, and all the remaining Erosas looked between each other with smirks as if enjoying a invisible joke between them. "Ehehe....Master Zaofan, Big Sis needs you like asap....Hurry Hurry! Before...*snicker*.....she loses something valuable....."

There was air of almost borderline hysterical laughter growing between the four.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Qaztoh is sitting around her sixteen of inventions which includes some kind of microwave , hover boots , a tape recorder device , a sound amplifier , a voice modulator , Automatic Vacuum cleaner , Automatic popcorn disperser , a universal translator and two different types of 3D glasses, and a device that discharges electricity " Yeah sure go ahead," Qaztoh said.

"Excellent! Thank you," Parsley replied happily. "I'll be sure to bring him back without a scratch."

She quickly returned to the kitchen to tell Avoca her intentions for the night.

"GAHH! Nobody look!!" Etrina grabbed Erosa and used her as a idshield to cover her front, the id holding her package out to avoid damaging it. "None of you saw anything you hear....none of you!"

"I SAW IT!" Helena Blavatsky proclaimed as she turned the corner. "What sort of foolery has been going on uGUH!" Helena took one look, her angle allowing a unobstructed side view of the mage....and ejected at least a quarter of her own blood supply as she was propelled back past lillet and into a sprawled mess on the ground.

"M...Master!" Lillet shouted, quickly pulling out medical supplies and rushing to her aid, passing only a blushed side glance at the scene but focusing strictly on her master to avoid getting involved for the time being.

On the way there, she was greeted by an extremely naked Etrina. Hm. Odd. ...ah, I see. She was naked when she was in her pink fairy form.

A mischievous smirk touched her lips as she circled around Etrina. Her hand blurred forward and gave the young mage a hard slap on the butt.

"You should put some clothes on," she commented nonchalantly.

[Tami]

It does so, but she manages to catch herself an inch from the ground outside the arena. Floating, she glares at Meagan. Flames swirl and blast towards the ground, propelling her upwards and towards Meagan like a rocket.

Timing it right, Meagan uses Gestalt to sync her ki with Vatta's, then pours more Ki into her. With Vatta already moving fast, the sudden infusion and Meagan's control over it should cause Deathstalker to accerarate fast enough to lose control of her forward motion.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Timing it right, Meagan uses Gestalt to sync her ki with Vatta's, then pours more Ki into her. With Vatta already moving fast, the sudden infusion and Meagan's control over it should cause Deathstalker to accerarate fast enough to lose control of her forward motion.

She does so, flying straight into the arena wall and crashing down onto the ground. Meagan hears the crowd cheer as she is announced as the winner.

Vatta gets up, a dirty glare thrown Meagan’s way as she leaves and the next bout is called.

E. Bekon vs Queen Sarada.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Incenio is dealt two massive blows, his head deforming under the assault.

Staggering back up, his head ‘pops’ back into place, blood in his lipstick and dripping from his nose and ears. He smiles.

“My turn.”

Power arcs off him in waves and throws them all backwards as he gathers together his aura.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The heart clutched in Ishtar's hand ... the one all but dripping with Runic Time. The taste of it was familiar ... more than simply a passing acquaintance she knew the craftsman who had thrown hands in with the Doctor; and after a moment of searching her golden-eyes widened with the realization.



The Oni who she had come to blows with over the fate of an Oni child. The Oni who had lost his arm, at the hands of a Robot with a measure of influence over the flow of time.

"Marduk."

That made no sense, however, in the moment she made the realization. As long as she had known her cousin, the Kinslayer ... he'd never been possessed of the ability to bend time. Even further still, the Oni had never known the monster to throw his hands in with those who could not offer him what he wanted. Which meant the Doctor had made him an offer he was loathe to pass up.

Though ...

"What did he offer you, I wonder ? An arm. A meal worthy of your atten-" Ishtar stopped short, when she realized what the Doctor might have offered. An Oni ... or two.

"Ah ... an Oni, or two. Perhaps those he yet has business with ?"

A problem ... a bother ...

All the same, it was the runes she was interested in for the moment; so setting aside yet another matter to be dealt with in time, the Oni attempted to see if the energy signature they left behind could be traced ... or perhaps even copied.

Not any more. They are inert and partially cracked from Glacia’s death.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Not any more. They are inert and partially cracked from Glacia’s death.

Ishtar frowns when she realizes what she now seeks is not to be. "Damn ..." At the least however, knowing the 'who' and possessing traces of his energy, there was at least a chance to learn one more thing ...

Setting down the heart beside the blood that'd been pooling from beneath it - both from herself, and Glacia -- the Oni tapped into her own energies and attempted to scry Marduk's current whereabouts.

[Miburo]

Incenio is dealt two massive blows, his head deforming under the assault.

Staggering back up, his head ‘pops’ back into place, blood in his lipstick and dripping from his nose and ears. He smiles.

“My turn.”

Power arcs off him in waves and throws them all backwards as he gathers together his aura.

The Nevadian crossed his arms in an X-Shape in front of his face as the waves of energy coursed through the the room, launching him backwards. Barely, he managed to maintain his footing, managing to stand as a wall against that fierce wind.

This is insane...He can even recover from that so quickly?! We practically turned his head into mush with our attacks...Namekian regeneration really is something...No. Even for Namekians, those attacks would have taken a toll on their energy levels...He seems more annoyed than anything. I'll have to do something about that, if I can slow him down enough to pull it off.

The Nevadian grimaced as Incenio seemed to actually be gaining more power by the second, preparing himself for something.

Held wasn't inclined to politely wait and allow him to finish his preparations.

His eyes met the grin of the Icer, his expression holding a sick joy and malice. Their Shingans--One true, one stolen-- locked for the briefest of moments.

The scarlet red of his eyes grew deeper as energy manifested within them.

Shingan: Overtaker!

An unseen power surged from the Nevadians orbitals, to that of his foe. The introduction of Helds ki into Incenios body would wreak havoc on the Acrosian from within, loosening his control of his power, and eliminating a fair bit of it. In that moment, an opening would present itself, and hopefully they could attack once more.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

E. Bekon vs Queen Sarada.

It was time.

Sarada's jaw clenched, even as her arms unfolded from over her chest and fell limply at her sides. This was a bout she had been looking forward to ever since she first arrived. She wasn't going to go into it nervous or wound up. Not only did she want to win, but she wanted to win easily, so she needed to be as relaxed as possible.

She moved forward and stepped into the ring.

"It's go time."

[Cyke]

"We couldn't have done it without you Masterchef!" One of the Erosas shouted. "But we're just getting started er...."

There was a sudden pause, and all the remaining Erosas looked between each other with smirks as if enjoying a invisible joke between them. "Ehehe....Master Zaofan, Big Sis needs you like asap....Hurry Hurry! Before...*snicker*.....she loses something valuable....."

There was air of almost borderline hysterical laughter growing between the four.

Zaofan's grin of approval gradually morphed into a straight face of concern. "Oh, no. Something's up, isn't it?"

*sigh*

He then proceeds to head to the target.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ishtar frowns when she realizes what she now seeks is not to be. "Damn ..." At the least however, knowing the 'who' and possessing traces of his energy, there was at least a chance to learn one more thing ...

Setting down the heart beside the blood that'd been pooling from beneath it - both from herself, and Glacia -- the Oni tapped into her own energies and attempted to scry Marduk's current whereabouts.

She sees ancient metal structures. She sees unfamiliar labs.

She sees Marduk. A new arm, black as empty space, having replaced his old one as he toils away at something. Halting, he turns his head and ‘looks’ at her.

“Ishtar.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The Nevadian crossed his arms in an X-Shape in front of his face as the waves of energy coursed through the the room, launching him backwards. Barely, he managed to maintain his footing, managing to stand as a wall against that fierce wind.

This is insane...He can even recover from that so quickly?! We practically turned his head into mush with our attacks...Namekian regeneration really is something...No. Even for Namekians, those attacks would have taken a toll on their energy levels...He seems more annoyed than anything. I'll have to do something about that, if I can slow him down enough to pull it off.

The Nevadian grimaced as Incenio seemed to actually be gaining more power by the second, preparing himself for something.

Held wasn't inclined to politely wait and allow him to finish his preparations.

His eyes met the grin of the Icer, his expression holding a sick joy and malice. Their Shingans--One true, one stolen-- locked for the briefest of moments.

The scarlet red of his eyes grew deeper as energy manifested within them.

Shingan: Overtaker!

An unseen power surged from the Nevadians orbitals, to that of his foe. The introduction of Helds ki into Incenios body would wreak havoc on the Acrosian from within, loosening his control of his power, and eliminating a fair bit of it. In that moment, an opening would present itself, and hopefully they could attack once more.

And indeed it does. Whatever he was about to do seems to vanish as he staggered, gritting his teeth.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

She sees ancient metal structures. She sees unfamiliar labs.

She sees Marduk. A new arm, black as empty space, having replaced his old one as he toils away at something. Halting, he turns his head and ‘looks’ at her.

“Ishtar.”

The 'window' of blood opens up to an ancient and unfamiliar laboratory, with unknown metallic structures framing it. A sight not dissimilar from what she'd scried some days prior during her conversation with The Doctor.

It did not take long from there however, for the window to illuminate what it was the Oni was after.

The Kinslayer stood amid the laboratory equipment hard at work toward an unknown end, with a new void-dark arm to to replace the one he'd lost ... Undoubtedly the work of the Doctor.

Though it seemed as with him, her cousin was aware he was being watched; and caught out the Oni frowned as she responded.

"Cousin. Back on your chain, I see."

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

It was time.

Sarada's jaw clenched, even as her arms unfolded from over her chest and fell limply at her sides. This was a bout she had been looking forward to ever since she first arrived. She wasn't going to go into it nervous or wound up. Not only did she want to win, but she wanted to win easily, so she needed to be as relaxed as possible.

She moved forward and stepped into the ring.

"It's go time."

E Bekon stepped up onto the ring, arms crossed and looking as calm and confident as Sarada. Locking eyes with her, he smiled. "You should perhaps have a talk with your friend Meg Luna. She practically gave away that she knows you on a personal level, in so many words, when she spoke to me." It was a bit of an assumption, on his part, but an easy one to make. Not that it mattered, them knowing each other or perhaps even colluding--his goal wasn't to win, after all... though it would probably make things easier.

"Now then, I am a magnaminous Emperor, and to make this as interesting as possible for ourselves and the audience, I'd like to propose that we up the stakes and turn this little match into deathmatch. Victory conditions being death or one's opponent becoming unable--or unwilling--to fight, of course." He didn't have much desire to kill the "Queen", despite his distaste for purebreds; he simply wanted the best environment best suited to pushing her. "And don't worry, I've gotten the paperwork out of the way already. You need only accept or decline, at this point."

[KingofPie]

And indeed it does. Whatever he was about to do seems to vanish as he staggered, gritting his teeth.

"Excellent work, Held!" Blizzar complimented, dashing forward towards Incenio, fists held in front of him. "Now, I believe this is yours..." the Arcosian Lieutenant stated, using his telekinesis to pick up the spear embedded in the wall and launch it back nearby Held's feet...hopefully going through Incenio in the process.

Whether that did or did not occur, Blizzar reared a fist back aimed at Incenio's head. After all the Namekian healing properties relied on the brain. Perhaps if damaged properly enough, an end could be put to Incenio's bothersome healing capabilities.

"And I believe this belongs to you, old boy!" Blizzar taunted and released the salvo of punches known as the Meteor Jabs.