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

[Tami]

Amidst Charco and Sarada’s fight, a dripping wet Incenio appears.

A very pissed off Incenio.

Sammy, near Meagan, gulps slightly.

“Thought it would take him longer to get back.”

Another Incenio’s energy briefly flares from deep within the casino, the real one most likely, and then disappears to nothing.

Above, the pissed off Incenio scans the crowd, the two fighters, and grits his teeth.

“Fine. It seems I’ll have to reset and rebuild. Perhaps the asteroid cover will work once more. Did you really think you could steal from me and live!?”


Power gathers rapidly at his finger tip as a Death Ball begins to form and the crowd starts panicking. The remaining clone guards fly up to form a ring near Incenio, protecting him.

"Never assume anything." Meagan responded as stood upright, confidently looking at Incenio. As she did, her hands began glowing, pulsing with energy.

[Tami]

Suddenly, a familiar power flared up, and there, in the stands, was E Bekon, a Kamehameha charging between his cupped hands. "I don't think so. Their fight is more important than your petty concerns. The Emperor bids you to. Sit. Your. Ass.Down!"



And with that, he thrust his hands forward, sending forth a wave of pulsating blue towards Incenio and his little... trollops. Expelling incenio's poison had drained him a bit, but he was still more than ready to throw down.

OOC: He's weakened and in base, so do as you will.

Seeing E. Bekon's attack, Meagan held hers in check. She did not want to turn this into an all out brawl and risk hurting innocents, at least not unless she had to. But she was ready this time.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

As Sarada, and Charco laid into each other to determine would would become 'Champion', a figure walked the halls of the Tournament. Where it had come from, and why, was certainly a good question -- the creature was not a native to to this plane of existence -- as was what it was doing at a Casino of all places. To say nothing of how, normal circumstances, the sight of a wolf that stood near as tall as a man would've caused considerable issues; yet as it wandered about there seemed to be nary a stray soul to be found.

Much to its annoyance.

Hmm ... Not a lot going on here, it mused as it rounded a corner back toward the main area. Seems no one wants to miss out on the fight. Which meant that despite its desire to strike fear in the hearts of random patrons; back to the Finals Match it'd go. By the time it made it back however, there seemed to be something of an interesting development.

“Fine. It seems I’ll have to reset and rebuild. Perhaps the asteroid cover will work once more. Did you really think you could steal from me and live!?”

Power gathers rapidly at his finger tip as a Death Ball begins to form and the crowd starts panicking. The remaining clone guards fly up to form a ring near Incenio, protecting him.

At hearing the rage in Inceino's voice, The Wolf smiled.

Well, someone went and pissed the Popsicle off ... wonder who ?

Seeing two -- Cthylla, and E. Bekon -- of the others waste no time in engaging the man however, it realized that there was something more than a simple bit of thievery going on here; so with a start the Wolf leapt over to the Saiyan and the ... weird thing.

"Hey." It stated simply, before pawing the Emperor hard enough to get his attention. "Hey. Who **** in the Popsicle's SpaceWheaties ?"

[MrSandman]

At hearing the rage in Inceino's voice, The Wolf smiled.

Well, someone went and pissed the Popsicle off ... wonder who ?

Seeing two -- Cthylla, and E. Bekon -- of the others waste no time in engaging the man however, it realized that there was something more than a simple bit of thievery going on here; so with a start the Wolf leapt over to the Saiyan and the ... weird thing.

"Hey." It stated simply, before pawing the Emperor hard enough to get his attention. "Hey. Who **** in the Popsicle's SpaceWheaties ?"

"......." Cthylla glanced over at the dog thing, tilting her head as it proceeded to vocalize a series of nonsensical references to regards to...something...the fight? What did a popsicle have to do with anything? SpaceWheaties?

".....Are you sure you wish to be standing here dog, his area is likely to be the target of an attack any moment...." Cthylla said offhand while staring up at the attack underway.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Amidst Charco and Sarada’s fight, a dripping wet Incenio appears.

A very pissed off Incenio.

Sammy, near Meagan, gulps slightly.

“Thought it would take him longer to get back.”

Another Incenio’s energy briefly flares from deep within the casino, the real one most likely, and then disappears to nothing.

Above, the pissed off Incenio scans the crowd, the two fighters, and grits his teeth.

“Fine. It seems I’ll have to reset and rebuild. Perhaps the asteroid cover will work once more. Did you really think you could steal from me and live!?”


Power gathers rapidly at his finger tip as a Death Ball begins to form and the crowd starts panicking. The remaining clone guards fly up to form a ring near Incenio, protecting him.

Back at the Look out Praxat is watching this unfolded on the holo-screen as she is drawing illustrations of it, " Now how is the gang going to get out of this predicament ?" Praxat said. Praxat then stops drawing and starts writing multiple well thought out plan scenarios for how the gang in the another timeline could possibly deal with the situation they are in.

[grampagen]

Jinzi nods.

“Give me a moment to make contact with the GP. I can get them to back us up and even get some cruisers stationed over Earth just in case.”

Even under this duress, Ochazuke's expression softened somewhat, and a low chuckle left him. With only a few words, it had become clear how far Jinzi's outreach had become. A man seeking to build a future standing opposed to one who sought to recreate the past.

Of them all, perhaps he had the most to make up for, but lacked any more strength than the raw spark of an idea to face the Doctor.

"You've done well to craft Theory, but if this is to be a sure thing, it will need to be tested with something proven." As it happens, however, they had indeed managed to acquire something definite, inextricably linked to the Doctor's hand. "There is one other who knows something of the First Race. Perhaps he can assist you in deciphering what is written on the Heart." Held aloft in Ishtar's hand, the runic letters twisted into each other in a manner to match its construction. The language of the First Race had been seen only once before, yet they knew there was one who spent a great deal of time among it.

A path shared by one other universal traveler, one who survived on the salvaged ruin of these ancient remnants; The last man of Universe 18, Wilhelm.

Eva pipes up.

“Let us narrow down The Doctor’s windows to rob others from timelines. We must make haste and do so more quickly. Pike has assured me his timeline will be easy. The nexus is on Namek and will be given to us freely. That just leaves two more.”

Zurvan nods.

“One is where Sheriff Zaofan hails from. We shall have allies there to help our cause. The other timeline is...mostly empty. Again, I do not expect great difficulty there acquiring the nexus.”

With all that had come to pass and all that they had yet to do, it seemed once again that there was little he could contribute. Loathsome as it was, there would be no relief from this until it was pulled from the battlefields as Parsley had indicated earlier.

"Once our consultation is complete, I volunteer to escort Pike home," he said simply. Of course, ease was a relative thing, and the last time Zurvan said the task was simple, it became apparent that the Aspect was utterly detached from certain mortal pains when they set foot on a world made of ash and fire. This time, an alien planet carried a more assured sense of structure upon it.

Certainly more than the twisted demonic shape that was pulled from the empty world as one of the Doctor's champions, until Blizzar had slain it.

There was also another matter he had slowly grown aware of in the midst of this dire situation.

"...a few more have joined our number is seems," he noted with a grumble.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Amidst Charco and Sarada’s fight, a dripping wet Incenio appears.

A very pissed off Incenio.

Sammy, near Meagan, gulps slightly.

“Thought it would take him longer to get back.”

Another Incenio’s energy briefly flares from deep within the casino, the real one most likely, and then disappears to nothing.

Above, the pissed off Incenio scans the crowd, the two fighters, and grits his teeth.

“Fine. It seems I’ll have to reset and rebuild. Perhaps the asteroid cover will work once more. Did you really think you could steal from me and live!?”


Power gathers rapidly at his finger tip as a Death Ball begins to form and the crowd starts panicking. The remaining clone guards fly up to form a ring near Incenio, protecting him.

Suddenly, a familiar power flared up, and there, in the stands, was E Bekon, a Kamehameha charging between his cupped hands. "I don't think so. Their fight is more important than your petty concerns. The Emperor bids you to. Sit. Your. Ass.Down!"



And with that, he thrust his hands forward, sending forth a wave of pulsating blue towards Incenio and his little... trollops. Expelling incenio's poison had drained him a bit, but he was still more than ready to throw down.

OOC: He's weakened and in base, so do as you will.

Watching the scene play out from the stands as well, Cthylla added her personal touch to the Saiyans attempt at retaliation...gesturing open a tear in the path of his beam that connected to a point right behind incenio.

Even though Sarada was locked in intense combat with Charco, it didn't escape her narrowed attention that something was happening somewhere nearby. Incenio's power had flared tremendously, and she would have needed to be blind to miss the intense light emanating from above. The frightened screams of the spectators, a far cry from the excited cheers that were rumbling through the mass audience just moments ago, gave credence to her suspicions that **** had officially hit the fan.

Another build of power, and the subsequent expulsion of that power from E. Bekon gave further evidence, as noted as his interest was in her bout with Charco.

Whatever was going on, it was sure to gain the attention of her friends. Thus, she didn't care.

Incenio could blow the entire arena and the casino with it sky high and that wouldn't cause her to deviate from her current course of action one inch. She had been waiting for this for some time and nothing - not Incenio, not their goals being complete, not even death - was going to stop her.

Besides, her friends were there. They handled one Incenio when it was just Held and Blizzar. The whole lot of them could more than handle this one and the other one, wherever it was hiding.

[Tami]

Seeing E. Bekon's attack, Meagan held hers in check. She did not want to turn this into an all out brawl and risk hurting innocents, at least not unless she had to. But she was ready this time.

Even though Sarada was locked in intense combat with Charco, it didn't escape her narrowed attention that something was happening somewhere nearby. Incenio's power had flared tremendously, and she would have needed to be blind to miss the intense light emanating from above. The frightened screams of the spectators, a far cry from the excited cheers that were rumbling through the mass audience just moments ago, gave credence to her suspicions that **** had officially hit the fan.

Another build of power, and the subsequent expulsion of that power from E. Bekon gave further evidence, as noted as his interest was in her bout with Charco.

Whatever was going on, it was sure to gain the attention of her friends. Thus, she didn't care.

Incenio could blow the entire arena and the casino with it sky high and that wouldn't cause her to deviate from her current course of action one inch. She had been waiting for this for some time and nothing - not Incenio, not their goals being complete, not even death - was going to stop her.

Besides, her friends were there. They handled one Incenio when it was just Held and Blizzar. The whole lot of them could more than handle this one and the other one, wherever it was hiding.

It was clear that Sarada, at least, had decided to continue her fight with Charco despite the chaos around them. So be it .... with a slight smirk, Meagan threw back her shoulders slightly, bent her arms forward, and flared up her ki.

Lifting off the floor to get a better aim, she held out both hands and launched a Chroma Blast at Incenio. The blast following just behind E Bekon's attack.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

"......." Cthylla glanced over at the dog thing, tilting her head as it proceeded to vocalize a series of nonsensical references to regards to...something...the fight? What did a popsicle have to do with anything? SpaceWheaties?

".....Are you sure you wish to be standing here dog, his area is likely to be the target of an attack any moment...." Cthylla said offhand while staring up at the attack underway.

The Wolf snorted.

"Dog ? I am as much that, as you are flesh and blood." Glancing up at Inceino then, Anubis snorted once more before approximating a chuckle. "I wonder how he tastes ..."

[MrSandman]

The Wolf snorted.

"Dog ? I am as much that, as you are flesh and blood." Glancing up at Inceino then, Anubis snorted once more before approximating a chuckle. "I wonder how he tastes ..."

".....Is this a line of thought you entertain regularly?" Cthylla gave the being a more prolonged glanced, then returned her stare to the sky. ".....why settle on wonder....sate your curiosity.....a pound of flesh is there for the taking. Assuming he isn't annihilated in a moment."

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

".....Is this a line of thought you entertain regularly?" Cthylla gave the being a more prolonged glanced, then returned her stare to the sky. ".....why settle on wonder....sate your curiosity.....a pound of flesh is there for the taking. Assuming he isn't annihilated in a moment."

"Thought ? No." Anubis said with a chuckle. "Intent."

"Whether or not I follow through in the moment though, depends on whether or this Popsicle's worth my time. As I see it, a host has grown tired of thieves and seeks to put an end to it once and for all," the Wolf carried on with a smile. "Which also means that, unless it's proven otherwise ... I'll satisfy my curiosity with you, the Emperor, and the Skittle."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

With the blasts (E Bekon and Meagan’s) being redirected, his ring of guards do not manage to block them.

Instead, the attacks appear behind him at an upward angle, blasting Incenio high into the sky and out of the atmosphere as he’s stuck on the beam and is forced to ride it out. His Death Ball dissipates.

His guards pause for a moment, shocked, and quickly Samson, Chris, Sammy, Meehsas, Tanaki, Chronal, and Alt Enoki (who flashes past Sarada, pausing only a second to nod in approval) all fly up and engage the guards, keeping them away from the crowd and the fighters.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Even under this duress, Ochazuke's expression softened somewhat, and a low chuckle left him. With only a few words, it had become clear how far Jinzi's outreach had become. A man seeking to build a future standing opposed to one who sought to recreate the past.

Of them all, perhaps he had the most to make up for, but lacked any more strength than the raw spark of an idea to face the Doctor.

"You've done well to craft Theory, but if this is to be a sure thing, it will need to be tested with something proven." As it happens, however, they had indeed managed to acquire something definite, inextricably linked to the Doctor's hand. "There is one other who knows something of the First Race. Perhaps he can assist you in deciphering what is written on the Heart." Held aloft in Ishtar's hand, the runic letters twisted into each other in a manner to match its construction. The language of the First Race had been seen only once before, yet they knew there was one who spent a great deal of time among it.

A path shared by one other universal traveler, one who survived on the salvaged ruin of these ancient remnants; The last man of Universe 18, Wilhelm.



With all that had come to pass and all that they had yet to do, it seemed once again that there was little he could contribute. Loathsome as it was, there would be no relief from this until it was pulled from the battlefields as Parsley had indicated earlier.

"Once our consultation is complete, I volunteer to escort Pike home," he said simply. Of course, ease was a relative thing, and the last time Zurvan said the task was simple, it became apparent that the Aspect was utterly detached from certain mortal pains when they set foot on a world made of ash and fire. This time, an alien planet carried a more assured sense of structure upon it.

Certainly more than the twisted demonic shape that was pulled from the empty world as one of the Doctor's champions, until Blizzar had slain it.

There was also another matter he had slowly grown aware of in the midst of this dire situation.

"...a few more have joined our number is seems," he noted with a grumble.

Jinzi agrees.

“Wilhelm, excellent.”

He taps his comms, speaks a bit with someone on the other line (Cyanna And Dash see Wilhelm speaking to Jinzi). After a moment he requests they take him to the Lookout.

Jinzi meanwhile starts calling the GP next.

Eva nods to Ochazuke.

“Thank you, Ochazuke.”

[MrSandman]

"Thought ? No." Anubis said with a chuckle. "Intent."

"Whether or not I follow through in the moment though, depends on whether or this Popsicle's worth my time. As I see it, a host has grown tired of thieves and seeks to put an end to it once and for all," the Wolf carried on with a smile. "Which also means that, unless it's proven otherwise ... I'll satisfy my curiosity with you, the Emperor, and the Skittle."

".....When a host grows tired of thieves, his first reaction is not to obliterate his own property. Also what is a skittle..." Cthylla remarked just in time to witness the fruit of their strategy.

With the blasts (E Bekon and Meagan’s) being redirected, his ring of guards do not manage to block them.

Instead, the attacks appear behind him at an upward angle, blasting Incenio high into the sky and out of the atmosphere as he’s stuck on the beam and is forced to ride it out. His Death Ball dissipates.

His guards pause for a moment, shocked, and quickly Samson, Chris, Sammy, Meehsas, Tanaki, Chronal, and Alt Enoki (who flashes past Sarada, pausing only a second to nod in approval) all fly up and engage the guards, keeping them away from the crowd and the fighters.

"...Hmm....such a tactic will not hold him for long............" Cthylla glanced to Anubis, her face a mask save her the glimmer in her eyes. ".......While I'm sure he'll return in time, I'd much rather he not......You may remain her and ponder your dinner options or take a chance on a limited time meal. What say you." Cthylla offered her hand.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

As Sarada, and Charco laid into each other to determine would would become 'Champion', a figure walked the halls of the Tournament. Where it had come from, and why, was certainly a good question -- the creature was not a native to to this plane of existence -- as was what it was doing at a Casino of all places. To say nothing of how, normal circumstances, the sight of a wolf that stood near as tall as a man would've caused considerable issues; yet as it wandered about there seemed to be nary a stray soul to be found.

Much to its annoyance.

Hmm ... Not a lot going on here, it mused as it rounded a corner back toward the main area. Seems no one wants to miss out on the fight. Which meant that despite its desire to strike fear in the hearts of random patrons; back to the Finals Match it'd go. By the time it made it back however, there seemed to be something of an interesting development.



At hearing the rage in Inceino's voice, The Wolf smiled.

Well, someone went and pissed the Popsicle off ... wonder who ?

Seeing two -- Cthylla, and E. Bekon -- of the others waste no time in engaging the man however, it realized that there was something more than a simple bit of thievery going on here; so with a start the Wolf leapt over to the Saiyan and the ... weird thing.

"Hey." It stated simply, before pawing the Emperor hard enough to get his attention. "Hey. Who **** in the Popsicle's SpaceWheaties ?"

...why was there a giant wolf here. And why was it talking to him?

...actually, no, no, don't question it, Totoma. Just... go with the flow.

"That popcicle has gotten cross that a... number of people present have seen fit to thieve from him," said E Bekon, watching Incenio get blasted high into the atmosphere by his and the others' attacks. "In true Arcosian form, he, to put it crudely... lost his ****. And now I dare say that he is about to lose his life. Care to contribute?"

Despite it... being some large, inexplicable talking dog, it seemed rather strong, and seeing it bring its fangs to bear upon their host might prove entertaining.

Or he'd failed to get all the poison out of his system and was asking a hallucination whether or not it would help. That was... a rather frightening possibility.