Original join date: 11/23/2004
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"Looks like we're done here..." Blizzar nodded. "No time to waste..." The Lieutenant began to fly back the way he arrived, back towards the Coldlight. Passing by the room Ken Boshi was in he spotted, Chief Durive on the scene, attempting to drag Ken back towards the ship.
"This place isn't long for this universe...if you couldn't tell already," Blizzar warned quickly. "Follow us back to the ship, if you intend on surviving this endeavor at all!"
Also, heading back to the Coldlight was Sasheem, silently seething to himself. All that buildup, all the powering up and his attack missed?! Only the Saiyan' connected?! What had he done this entire missiom, get beaten up by a rotted horse?!" Steamed burst out of his pores as a vein popped in his head. He didn't prove anything in this mission and it boiled to the core. Surpassed in destruction by the Oni, by the Saiyan, by whoever made that other big boom! Surpassed in his new gimmick of being a 'hero' by them too! They all told him he was worthless, but he knew they were wrong. But what's the point of simply knowing it if he couldn't prove it?!
They'd all see one day...He'd either live in his own infamy...or they'd die by it.
"Well....you are not...wrong," P-Sta laughed, slightly recalling some of the, er....let's say over the top tendencies of this group. "But, I suppose whatever fight occurred is over with for now-WOWOWOWOW!" he stammered as the ship began to quake. "...But perhaps it's time we made our quick escape with the rest."
Click. Click.
When the storm of bullets had passed over, when everybody gathered their efforts together and struck in unison, there was a tide of raucous passion. The rebellion against such cruel causality, the fury of those who would not be bound.
And in the aftermath, a lingering numbness returned in the throes of violence.
Click. Click.
Ankle deep in spent casings, grasping the empty guns, Ochazuke continued to pluck at the triggers despite the lack of ammunition. Long after the walls had fallen, the slag bleeding and fallen into hissing pools, he continued to train the weapons on their marks, every pull a stab into that cold, distant hollow of a room and echoing in equal measure the single track of his mind.
The last gasps of the seven alternate worlds sacrificed upon that unholy altar drift away, long past into the swelling and collapsing of cosmic dust. The nebula cradle of star outside, the end and the beginning of life; a flash in the cosmic darkness carrying with it untold potential.
Bondage for quadrillions of plundered souls yearning to be set free. In some small way, they might at last find their rest and drift home.
All, save one. Mounted atop of these shattered spheres of solipsistic injustice was the pinnacle of the matter that gnawed within him.
The yoke of Koryuu-ryu. Even to the very last moment, it was yours to bear, Charco. Once again, he had nothing to turn the tide against a young man's demise.
When the final blow was struck, he was ready this time. His body responded by rote, grounding his footing as the place shook in its orbit. Callously he let the spend guns fall from his grasp, his hands hanging loosely at his sides as the pressure from the impact pressed against him.
He never saw the face of the Doctor, nor knew her true name. Nothing more than a virulent essence and an image wreathed in shadow and dark deeds. In the aftermath of the madman's destruction, there would be little more than an ineffectual memory.
Slowly stepping into the room, Ochazuke at last joined the others. Ashen streaks of powder char and gun grease crossed his shape, and he stood among them a silent phantom.
Drawing on the residual energy pouring through this place, it was a simple task to draw upon it, and where the rupture pierced the facility's walls and shield alike, reconstruct its fidelity with Ishiki Toei. Parsley pulling the Katchin together provided the solid material, and guiding the energy to stabilize itself from this distance was a simple task from there. With a gesture, he stabilized the integrity of the shield around its frame.
"Cheh."
Surveying the scorched room, Ochazuke reached out with his meditational field as a precaution for any enemy remainder.
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Three things:
-Deep within lies something....strange. A human like life form of some sort.
-In this room is a hidden panel with something behind it.
-And barreling towards where Jinzi and Dash are, presumably where the Coldlight was taken, is an enemy signature he’s never sensed before, but the hostile intent is readily there. It’s also on top of them.
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 hole is sealed so you all aren’t in danger of being sucked out anymore FYI.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
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
Totoma hadn't even gotten to do anything during the fight against the robot dogs... and then, he made the mistake of leaning against a console and bam he had been teleported somewhere else. Where... he had no idea, other than still on the asteroid. Great, just frickin' great. He could contact his mom and the others, but... it was such an embarrassing mistake, and he knew he could fix it himself.
As he wandered the empty, desolate halls, Totoma eventually happened upon a sealed room deep within the facility. Messing around with the control panel, he eventually discovered that... one, he wasn't very good with computers and 2, this room apparently contained a so-called "Project MB". Unable to crack the code, Totoma instead... cracked the room.
At first, his attempts were unsuccessful, frustrating and then angering him until it happened! He ascended, once again, to become a mighty super saiyan and, with a full boar kamehameha, he finally managed to break into the room. And inside... inside... it was empty, save for a single pedestal in the middle, with a mysterious... device on it. It looked like just a button. That was it? What a let-down.
Approaching carefully... no security measures seemed to activate. Weird. Once he was at the button, he picked it up, examined it for a few seconds, and, not really being able to discern its purpose, shrugged and pushed the freakin' button. And then... a miracle happened.
The air sparked with energy for a moment and then... it appeared. A glorious, delicious, delectable blueberry muffin. This thing... it was the legendary muffin button!
Oh my god, it... it really exists!
And thus began the fiercest, most important battle of Totoma's life. Again and again he pushed the button, summoning a literal flood of muffins. Blueberry, chocolate, oatmeal... every sort of muffin his heart could desire. Muffins were summoned/created at such a rate that even his prodigious ability to eat them was overwhelmed!
Unbeknownst to Totoma, as he entered Muffinirvana, the battle against the doctor was heading towards its climax....
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The poster formerly known as Daiyoukai Ramza.
With the space station at the end of Time stabilized, Ochazuke exhaled slowly. Only a week ago they had gathered together. Everything they had known was in flux, threatened first from beyond the stars, then by the threat of being swallowed by Time itself. Let us risk a moment longer in this forsaken place.
"Mrrgh." Stirred from his malaise, Ochazuke searched for the panel, callously tearing it from its frame.
But more than that, the two lingering presences spiked against his notice immediately. Immediately Ochazuke hailed Dash over the communicator.
"...incoming," his voice choked, blistering and hoarse. "be on your guard-!"
Turning to the others, he relayed the information of what he had found to everyone still gathered here.
"...Pantaloon," he rasped to the others. "Find him. Go. Now!"
Ochazuke came in and further stabilized the katchin pieces Parsley used to secure the hole that threatened them. With that done, they were no longer in danger. Parsley sighed and allowed her golden aura to fade. The weight and strain of constant battle -- in addition to the stress of the entire universe on their shoulders and the threat of failure -- fell from her shoulders. Where before, she was sagging, she felt lighter and could stand tall at last.
It, seemingly, was over.
Combat and strife was a constant. As long as "might makes right" was a belief some took stock in, the battle would never be over. Not until the heat death of the universe.
"Seems our obligation to this place is over," she stated to Ochazuke. "I should retrieve Ishtar." She floated into the air and quickly descended into the hole the Oni created with her hasty and ultimately pointless attack.
Moments after she departed, however, the man's raspy, hoarse voice croaked into her comm. It carried a portent of further danger. She sighed heavily. Many of their more powerful members were exhausted and injured. They would be hard-pressed to engage in another battle after expending so much of themselves over the last half hour or so. "Damn it," she barked. "It never ends."
She landed hundreds of feet below. The debris indicated that this was where Ishtar landed. "Ishtar!"
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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
Original join date: 11/23/2004
Eclectic Connoisseur of all things written, drawn, or imaginatively created.
"Uuuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhh."
Sarada stumbled and leaned against a wall. She had tried to stagger and shuffle to the ship on her own, but she couldn't do it. She had nothing left. All of her available power had been poured into her final attack. That, plus pouring her own life energy into it left her weak and bordering helpless. She turned around so she could sit down, drawing in haggard breath after haggard breath.
Ochazuke warned them that something else was coming, because of course the fight wasn't over yet. "G-goddamn it," she muttered tiredly. "I n-need a healer." If she was going to fight with on e-arm, she was going to do it at full strength.