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CBR GM/DM
Considering she was already father cold, the chill of the sudden drain sending a shiver down her back was testament to the dark and powerful magics at work. "......and immediately disappointed. Where's the beyond imagination I was promised"
Before she could deploy an effective counter, it seemed someone had saved her the trouble.......and it was Sasheem.The target is struck true, but shatters into ice shards.
That wasn’t a real Ishtar apparently, but a simulacrum. Etrina is free though.
He was never going to let her hear the end of it, it was guaranteed.
".....Huh.....Nice Maybe you do have an imagination." Etrina mused, then conjured several large spear shaped ice weapons around her and launched them at her from a distance. Letting up in combat at this time would be folly, they had to press until she was off balance or it would likely end badly for them.“What......”
A massive explosion flings real Ishtar back and the cold mist dissipates all around, the negative effects leaving the battlefield.
A smoking body rips its way out of a nearby rock pike, as the Ruination Goddess, nude now but unharmed, stand before them all angrily, seen by them all now instead of just Ishtar.
“Void energy? You have Void energy? That’s new.”
Ice forms over her body, recreating her clothes as far behind her the remaining ships all land on the ground.
Parsley was inside. Whatever poor bastard she switched places with was probably going to get slaughtered in short order, if the rule of minions was the same in this timeline as it was in hers. Regardless, their life was forfeit now.
Parsley quickly found a place to steal away until Erosa could join her. As she hid, she spread her senses out to find out how many people were onboard the ship and to see if she recognized any of the signatures.
Sarada's hands moved as if they had gained sentience. They shook and trembled, desperate to have something large, soft, and supple in their grasp. She had been running to find Ishtar, and found two of them just before hers blew the other one away with an internal blast of some kind.
The one native to this timeline, the Goddess of Ruination, was unscathed, completely unhurt when she rose to her feet.
She was also naked.
It was a sight she had seen so many, many, many times before, but just seeing an Ishtar in all of her bountiful glory threatened to override Sarada's common sense. Her hands desperately pleaded with her mind to let them grope her chest, to feel its supple softness and compare it to the bosom that they knew so well.
No, I can't! This is the time for that!! The internal struggle was becoming far more tightly contested than she really wanted to admit. Even hearing something perverted and strange coming out of the Alt Ishtar's mouth only distracted her for so long. "That's? Since when do Ishtar's use contractions?" She flew over to where the two Ishtars were, keeping her distance from hers so she wouldn't be hindered. "Now I'm in this fight."
*NomNomNomNom*
The red skinned alien, in his confusion, feels something nibbling at his feet....and finds two or three explosive maw tenderly chewing on his leg.
.....microseconds before they explode violently.
The cloud now far behind her, Erosa races towards the ship Parsley had entered, saying invisible til she was in range enough to ram her own entry point through the ships hull.
The minor elation in Ishtar seeing her gamble pay off, is immediately overtaken in a massive explosion that sets her skidding across the ground of AT2's Earth ... and when she finally skids to a stop the Oni is on her feet -- bruised, and certainly battered -- with a word.
"Ouch."
Though it seemed in the end that for all her trying, all the damage that had been done was cosmetic. Prying herself from the rubble the Alter stood naked for a moment -- and Ishtar noted somewhat bemused that her alternate had larger breasts -- before covering herself back over ... erasing the only outward sign of damage.
"That is not the only thing."
Disappearing in a spark of blue, Ishtar reappears beside herself; and lashed out with a punch. "Ahûm-Jaidhi."
As she did so she offered a quick word telepathically to the others. 'Hurry it up, please !'
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
Bah! A fake! And he'd ended up saving one of his would be allies to boot. Great. Wonderful. She sure as hell better be grateful for her life when they return back to their own timeline. ...But there was still a job to be done! It didn't matter who survived as long as he lived and this Alt Ishtar....well. He was sensible enough to know he couldn't kill her. But he'd make sure she remembered him. Even in a universe where he was all but nonexistant, he would make certain he left his mark.
To assist in the assault on the alternate JabrOni, Sasheem shot an Annihilation Orb at the ground beneath her feet in an attempt to make her lose footing.
With the mists abating and the others engaged in combat, Cyanna goes invisible. As she does, her butterflies fade away.
Raising the hand that held the Cintamani Stone, she quietly spoke to it, "Listen, if you can. I wish to find the time nexus. Get me as close to it as you can without being detected."
Hoping that the stone's Probability Manipulation works for her this time, she teleports with thoughts of the time nexus in mind.
OOC: Where does she end up?
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Cyanna ends up teleporting, oddly enough, right beside Parsley in the ship.
Parsley, there are about fifteen to twenty energy signatures. All between 400,000 and 1,000,000 roughly.
There are several familiar racial traits in the energy signatures. A few Namekian’s, several other Oni (one startling like Nunlil’s), one that might be a Saiyan though it seems different, and at least one Frost Demon.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
The Ice Spears and Annihilation Orb miss as Ishtar decks the Ruination Goddess across the face, sending her flying backwards once again.
Alt Ishtar staggers up, cracks her neck, and flicks the small bit of blood on her lips off.
“Is that your best shot?”
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Original join date: 11/23/2004
Eclectic Connoisseur of all things written, drawn, or imaginatively created.
Blood? Heh. Sasheem smirked. Not as immortal as he'd gathered. Some deity. He activated Naga Palm, seven arms now taking a combat stance...before nearly every arm suddenly shot forth and launched itself at the other Ishtar. A new technique he'd thought up known as Sunken Fangs. Five of the arms began to attack the Oni, independently of Sasheem.
Each hand on each arm, sprouted the Bear's Claws and began to jab at the Oni, injecting her with Venomous Ki. Two hands remained with Sasheem, who was using them to....dig up some clumps of dirt for some reason.
Now inside the ship, Erosa gets a feel of the energy from the surroundings, detecting Parsley along with a host of other enemies. But the Id had an idea....or would claim to have had one later if anyone asked.The red skinned alien screams once before dying.
Erosa manages to break into the ship.
"Parsley, I'll cause a commotion and bring all the enemies to me....you sneak by and nab the stuff ok?" Erosa sent a communication through whatever means they had available, and then focused her power to its maximum....Activating her Circus ability and splitting into her component Erosas, who each in turn powered up and took off in a random direction to cause havoc across the ship.
Even with Erosa, they would still be outnumbered two to one at best. All of the powers on board were either as strong as she was or a level below her. And the variety of races made charging in head first and fighting all of them suicide. She detected some Namekians, multiple Oni, someone that could possibly be another perverted Saiyan, and an Arcosian.
Wonderful.
Thus far, she hadn't been detected yet. She had to use that to her advantage. Keep her power low, stay hidden, and creep her way to the nexus without getting caught. With that in mind, she had an idea. She looked up at the ceiling and looked for anything resembling a ventilation shaft. Should she find one, she would climb inside and travel through the ship that way.
Perfect. Cyanna, along with Erosa, would make the perfect distractions while she completed the mission. "If you want to help, help Erosa create a distraction. Lead the forces to another part of the ship until I finish," she told the young Chromakai. "And stay out of their way when you do."
Was that her best ?
... it was for the moment. Unless otherwise forced to, Ishtar wasn't comfortable tapping into her Hakai this close to the others. Or at all really, given what she'd seen and experienced not a few hours before in the White-Gold Room ... and her Alter was so much stronger. Normally, her most powerful blow at least did more than draw a bit of blood. Though that in itself, was something.
"Let us see ..."
Teleporting once more, Ishtar reappeared above her alternate self and brought her fists down overhead with the same attack as before ... in a bid to slam her down into the planet's surface.
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