No words were offered between the mum ... my, and Inanna; but as the individual slipped into one of the seats, a mug of Coffeeception™ materialized in front of it on a katchin platter.
"Ah, there you two are ..." Inanna muttered, as both Etrina and Erosa arrived. "Also yes, I did change my hair up. So glad you've noticed~"
After a sip of coffee, the woman then said simply.
"Now get your ass in th-"
"Mine ?" Inanna managed, after being cut off mid sentence by the winded Icer. "It's over there," she said with a point. "Though I'm guessing you're here because of the Phantasmagoria thing yea ?" Though one had to wonder if the Arcosian was even paying attention, so close as he was to the Dusk City Mine and what secrets lay hidden within.
"Now now, my titty isn't for you~" Inanna said playfully. "There's a very angr-" she started to say before Sarada displayed what would've otherwise been stated. Threatening to murder the Id without so much as a second thought.
Which meant ... well. Was about time to get this trip over with, before someone ended up dead that wasn't ... whatever was waiting for them on Phantasmagoria.
"Oh good !" Inanna beamed the pinnacle of a good (annoyed) host, "introductions done. Asses on ship get." She said swiftly, before all but dragging Sarada onboard.
... and once everyone was settled and strapped in, they'd be on their way.
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
With a thunderous blast, Ochazukes dodonpa hits the snow some distance behind them, electing a surprised yelp from Morgan as it throws up a cloud of powered snow and dirt.
Silence falls with the newly falling snows......At least until Morgan smashes it with a audible huff. "Honestly! If you wanted me to move faster you could have just asked! No need to put holes in the road." With a exaggerated sigh, the girl turned to continue, seemingly oblivious to Ochazukes motives.
As Ochazuke stared at the settling blast, a shadow stepped forward....or more accurately, lurched. A sickening aura of power was suddenly palpable to the point the others present, even the less magically inclined, felt their stomachs twist. Morgan herself shivered and spun around. ".......Ahhh....."
There was a look of realization in her eyes, That led immediately to fear. "...Oh....Oh no....."
Closer now, darkness gave way to a monstrous visage, its body visible exuding power of a nightmarish sort.
"....no...nooo....." Morgan slips backwards on the ground, clutching at her head as she pushes herself into the corner between the wall segments, hiding and cowering. "....run.....stay away.....it'll kill you...."
Unconcerned with the child, the monster beady eyes focus on Ochazuke. It raises a deformed hand and a booming voice reverberates in his skull. "Ah'legeth! ah'mglw'nafh!" Dark magic gathers at the tip of his finger.
"Well, it's well on its way ... due to a variety of things that can be chalked up to 'management practices'." Inanna replied, as she stored the summoning stone in a safe place. When the conversation circled back around to communicating with Durga, and Auroc, she nodded.
"Hm ... I have nothing against speaking with him via dreams," she replied. "So long as it keeps at least one location of Alakazah's Dragonballs safe. So I'd be more than happy to learn this skill, before departing. Nor will I forget what you've offered me regarding Auroc."
Which left only two matters for her to follow up on.
"Knowing the Darkling for what they are, a secret species ... is there a means of traveling to their world safely ? It wouldn't do, to die before meeting Banespell; to say nothing of what my mate would do." And then there was one.
"And this Workshop ... show me where it is."
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
As Sarada stewed in her seat, Avoca cradled her head in her hands. She was a simple woman. She just wanted to fight and eat, yet had gotten a headache before the fun had even begun.
It'll be fine, Avoca. Just get through today and you'll never see these people again. An encouraging thought, except for the small fact that her best friend was right in the middle of all the bullshit. Well, their time together was limited.
It really did seem that she, Parsley, and Etrina were the only sane people on this little field trip to the planet none of them except one had ever heard of before. Even that Frost Demon seemed like he had a few screws loose, as he had been muttering something about a mine ever since coming aboard the ship.
She eyed him warily.
"The fights and food had better be worth it," she muttered.
The puppet had proven to be adequate, but as the old man would soon admit, her "power" was nothing more than being loaded down with magic munitions. Rex could imagine the same results could have been achieved if the old man had pushed a shopping trolley full of magical explosions into the crowd. In the end, a puppet was nothing more than a puppet.
"Satisfaction... satisfaction is an excuse weaklings use to justify quitting. The Strongest always seeks more," Studying the gory remains of the ambushing horde, Rex dismissed it as he turned back to the path at hand, "It was amusing enough to warrant your life for a few more moments." A few steps were taken before he felt a presence in his skull. It had brute-forced its way in, its unpolished edges sharp enough to erode weaker minds. Fortunately, Rex's mind was, as everything about him, the Strongest.
The voice was familiar... not so much as he recognized the speaker, as he had eaten most of those worth being remembered, but rather he knew it to be one of his own. This was not one of his weakened and cowed descendants, nor one of the pathetic Gris-gris. No, one could say this one might have been his equal had he not been the Strongest.
How pitiful it must be to find mere insects appealing, Came his projected thoughts, mocking the mental intruder, On the other hand, it has been such a long time since I have tasted the blood of my lessers, especially a pretender who sits on a rotted throne.
The slaughter of the planet's population proved to be a fine training exercise for Letchee's new body. Its power exceeded his previous shell by endless magnitudes. Raw power was greater, but the scope of that power was what startled him every time he unleashed it. It was unlike anything he had ever come across before. He could create out of nothing things that would have otherwise remained trapped in his imagination. Nothing too grandiose, but more than anyone else could. He could peer into the minds of those around him with little effort, and could hear their thoughts and inner most feelings. He could feel the fear they felt in their hearts as he closed in for the kill. His awareness was greater than it ever had been before.
Those that attempted to plead for their lives called him "Udrich". He didn't know what that meant at first, but peering into their heads gave him a single word. Guardian.
Interesting. He had heard of these so-called Guardians. They protected their planet from outside dangers, such as he himself. Hmph. So much for that as far as this world was concerned. Regardless, he had a clue as to the mysterious nature of this being's powers.
It was rumored that these Guardians had powers bestowed upon them by the Gods themselves. He didn't put much stock in fairy tales, but there were few other explanations to explain it.
With power like this, it was far too easy to abscond it, he pondered to himself as he stood among the countless fallen bodies of the race his body's previous owner once protected. This power I feel must be significant. I can't feel it elsewhere but here! It seemed he had chosen wisely.
He decided to leave after spending a day repairing his ship. He communicated with Daroga to determine where Lord Tundra was, then calculated the best place to rendezvous with them. Once his destination was in mind and programmed into the ships navigation, he departed. He had with him a single survivor, the lone... whatever this thing was left out of millions. His reason for sparing it was simple: he needed a mind to practice his telepathy on. In a matter of days, he concocted countless nightmare scenarios that were so realistic, the captive nearly died of fright on more than one occasion.
Ha! I wish I had found this place sooner! The Saiyans don't stand a chance!!
The energy with which he could create was called creation energy, a brilliantly creative name if he had never heard one. It was, according to the former Guardian's notes, was something unique to Guardians. It was a small portion of the power of the Gods, giving credence to the rumors he heard some time ago. Hm, interesting. Perhaps I can use this unique energy to track down the worlds in possession of Guardians. Surely, Lord Tundra would be interested in wielding this power himself.
The only troubling part was finding the worlds. He was sure there was some sort of connection that linked these people together, a network if you will; all he had to do was find it. When he did, that would open up countless avenues of profit for him, and would secure Lord Tundra's place as most powerful in the universe. He couldn't even imagine how much galactic coin a literal god -- regardless of how insignificant they were in the grand scheme of things -- would fetch on the black market.
He could hardly wait to find out.
But, sadly, it would have to. The business with the Saiyans and their growing list of allies needed to be dealt with. Which, oddly, included the likes of the Galaxy Police and some place called Earth. It was that blue planet they passed by on their way to Vocado some years ago.
Interesting. Perhaps worth paying a visit to once the Saiyans had been wiped out.
Hmph. What an interesting galaxy that one is.
He nods.
“Auroc also has a......corrupting....influence. Be wary.”
“I believe traveling to Darkle, their homeworld, can be obtained through their Guardian. I believe the Earth one should be able to contact the one on Darkle. That would be the easiest means.”
“The Workshop.....where the Dreadnaughts, the Behemoths, and the Shattered where created. It was a mobile space station, situated near the Star Forge. If Auroc has obtained it, then it might not be there anymore. I can give you the location where it was, though.”
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He does.
A thrumming resonates within him, and he almost hears a hiss?
Samson meanwhile backs up, face set. He holds his hand spit, breathes in, out, then widens his stance and opens his mouth.
“Dragon’s Breathe!”
A gout of ki flame roars from his mouth and strikes the Dragon sigil. After a moment, the fire cuts off and the sigil glows, as if activated.
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“I was intrigued because it’s not.....something most mortals acquire. I can think of only a handful, and to sense it again is.....startling. And perhaps a good sign. You are defiantly more my peer now then before.”
He pauses before answering the first question.
“What would I do? Probably gloat, first. Find my dragonballs to access my full power. After that.....pay a visit to some old friends and settle a few debts. Afterwards......it depends. I won’t destroy Earth if that’s your concern. As I’ve said I’m rather fond of this place. Beyond that it depends on circumstance and situation. Freed I would be able to do all sorts of things. Even break the seal on the universes.”
He shrugs.
“Understand that I’m not evil. I’m not particularly noble or good either. I’ve done what some would call evil. I’ve killed innocents. I’ve oppressed and subjugated this planet after a fashion. Or at least I had until recently. I’ve enforced my will, spied, lied, intimidated and broken those who oppose me. Once, long ago, I even tried to take the universe over. I was opposed and stopped. I’ve also done good. I’ve stopped crime, homelessness, hunger. I’ve brokered a peace and allies that will protect my mudball here. I’ve saved lives and brought justice to those who needed it.”
He chuckles.
“Maybe I’ll pay Father and the Grand Priest a visit. Show them I’m free. Won’t that surprise them?”
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" That's great now the first thing we need to do is head back to Araxat's laboratory. Killrog about what you said about my grandmother, changing the trajectory of a planet-size asteroid with her mind a long time ago. Did you see her do it?" Praxat said.
Killrog lowers his head." Well, no, she just claimed to have done it. " Killrog said.
" Well, in that case, it's most likely a bogus exaggeration," Praxat said.
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