Zurvan opens the RoSaT again.
“The next timeline awaits.”
Eva meanwhile seems to be in a conversation with Asha’rah about something, the guardian seemingly more animated and more intent than the former goddess.
Zurvan opens the RoSaT again.
“The next timeline awaits.”
Eva meanwhile seems to be in a conversation with Asha’rah about something, the guardian seemingly more animated and more intent than the former goddess.
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It appeared that it was time for the next step of this gathering quest, which would cut down the amount of those whom he could interrogate. Suppressing his true nature, scales melted back into pale human flesh, save for patches beneath the boy's clothing. It was beneath the Strongest to have to hide his presence amongst weaklings, but he had not the patience to put up with their prattlings, at least, not without eating one of them.
"What awaits us on the other side?" He, or rather, "Charco" said as he approached the quickly gathering ensemble.
Karine and Aleka had arrived on the gathering group of who was going to go, though the younger woman had a pensive air about her. When Aleka asked about it, she really didn't get much of anything so was fine with letting it drop for now.
"Since I'm more then a bit out of the loop, what should we watch out for in this time line?" Karine asked the time deity. Knowledge was power, especially in cases like these.
"If we're lucky, it'll be the timeline where the trees are made of gold, and the water tastes like wine." Held replied between a bite of his apple, "But then again, given how these things play out, I suppose I should settle for a decayed world that isn't made of rotting posion or what have you."
Sarada beamed at the congratulations and leaned into the kiss. "Thanks," she said, the single word somehow radiating with all the excitement she was feeling inside. "I can hardly wait to start training so I can get stronger."
Maiz was going to flip her lid when she saw that Sarada that finally transformed. She couldn't wait to see the proud look on her face. ...She couldn't wait to see her period. It had been over a week since she had been home, and slightly longer since she had seen anyone for longer than a few minutes. Maybe I'll head home before the final mission and brief everyone on what's been going on so far. I would just stay, but they'll need me to fight Ishtar's alternate.
Briefing, and taking a nap. It was going to feel so good sleeping in her own bed again. Well, sleeping period, honestly.
"As for you... you definitely feel stronger. And you feel more harmonized, if that makes any sense. Of course, there's only one way to find out for sure how strong you've gotten."
Parsley wasted no time in rejecting him. "I'll speak for you and say no. Though, I will admit that it's a fine change that you've made in yourself. I suppose finally realizing how pitiful you are at a Destroyer left no other options other than Savior. Lucky for this planet, I would say."
“I believe Ochazuke was escorting Pike for this one.” Zurvan mentions.
“It will be the easiest, most likely. Elder Nail of Pike’s tribe has access to the nexus point. It should just be a matter of going there and asking for it.”
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Standing face to face with the wizard, Ochazuke surveyed him with narrowing eyes. Along with Koolard, he was one of the last left standing at the battle of Capital City. Though the Armada of the First Race may have entered Earth's atmosphere across Time, it was Pike who spread them across the planet's surface. From a single point, with a gesture he could go anywhere in an instant.
How ironic that the Doctor had shackled him so.
Yet the difference between him and the elemental Pyrus was in the additional matter he carried with him. Where one Earth's champion simply sought to return home, there was some matter the Wizard held yet unspoken.
"If you could strike back at the Doctor, I imagine you would have," he said. It would be easy enough to cross the space, if Pike could have returned; even simpler to escape if his method could avail him.
Yet only now was he able to move freely.
"He promised you spells for a reason, I suppose soon enough we shall see why," he shrugged. "But let me be clear. You're not guiding swarms of artificial drones today."
Like the others, he supposed the Namekian Wizard would fight for his way home, no matter the cost. Still, Ochazuke tilt his head to the side in a soft gesture to those gathered near the portal.
"Their lives are not expendable."
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"It's because I do know," He answered, "A second pair of eyes endlessly watching me, waiting for the moment I show an ounce of weakness before seizing control. Each time, I can feel my sense of self disappearing."
At first, the spirit required his permission... or maybe that was to lull him into a false sense of security, to make him believe that Rex was his ally.
"I was taught how to be strong in mind and body, but I never thought I would have to fight for my soul."
Regaining control upon the end of their battle with Luop and Koolard had left him a broken mess, briefly untethered to reality as the erosion of his spirit had left him with an unfathomable feeling of hollowness that had frightened him.
"...It's a scary feeling, but I can't sit back and let it consume me. That is why I want to pick up where Penhuoqi left off."
Perhaps the boy was being desperate, having only recently swept up the broken pieces of his former dream and now faced with the very real possibility that his soul could be corrupted, but he knew just how powerful could be when fighting for a cause, any cause.
After some debate, Dash and Cyanna decided to use Rock-Paper-Scissors to choose the next traveler. And of course Cyanna wins the matchup.
Taking her place among those gathered by the portal, she smiles and waves to the others before getting ready to step through.
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