Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Sasheem briefly turns into his Katchin form as he breaks off the game of high-speed majin pinball and zips around to land atop, and subsequently crush, the skull of one of the assembled goons with his Destroyer's Elbow!
"Gonna warn ya right now..." Sasheem sneered at the assembled foes. "Might wanna sound the retreat."
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With the destruction of the electric bindings, Charco's mind recovered and with it, the realization of why these shards of teal "crystal" were familiar.
They were his, his ki.
A side effect of his attempts to reproduce Penhuoqi's Thyreophora, these had been remnants of what energy hadn't gone into the TyrannoTitan Blast. Scooping up a handful, he crushed them, returning them to their original state, the destruction ki slithering around his hand and forearm like spectral serpents.
"Hey, me," He called out to the saurian Charco, "Did you ever train with old man Poepayne in this timeline?"
It was surprisingly easy to draw out enough motivation to dip into the well of emotional energy, the power of hate beginning to draw in the Oni like a blackhole greedily slurping at the surrounding cosmos.
As she beckoned, he would follow. Even in the state it was in, the shape of the semicircular foyer remained the same concave hollow. Their footsteps echoed, bounding between the layers of modular reinforcements in the walls until they exit the ruin above. The violent ruby leapt from the Alternate Zaofan's vision so recently, and yet just ahead the path their steps traced, the idle scent of every stock, seared meat and staple of that expansively catered luncheon lift in his memory. All set upon the amphitheatre stage for the Guardian Evangeline's chosen. Was the fracture of Time too, part of the divine structure?
The elevator came swiftly, and as the doors slid open, to Ochazuke this, too, was entirely too spacious. He stepped in with Gero and Wilhelm, standing with his back to the door. He felt the initial lurch of the lift before its trajectory smoothed.
The three of them were sealed within an uncomfortably slow descent. Like that sterilized, sunless world, every breath dragged itself and bristled.
"...he's put a lot of faith in you. Pantaloon." The coldness of Char's grasp carried with them the pulse of something dreadfully familiar. "How did you come to meet him?"
Time Rewind.
Praxat gives a thumbs up.
Time Forward.
Much later Praxat puts on a Level A hazmat suit and then grabs a pair of safety glasses specifically design for her. She takes off her goggles and puts on the safety glasses. She then looks at her fellow scientists." If anyone needs me I'll be at my work station," Praxat said.
Praxat heads to the mechanical wing. Once at her workstation in the mechanical wing Praxat takes out her equipment from her jobox, which consists of a pair of sterilized heat-resistant, and chemical-resistant welding gloves, cleaning tools, and various scientific instruments.
All of her equipment is in airtight sterilized bags to keep out germs, and unwanted bacteria.
Praxat then takes her gloves out of the bag they're in and puts them on. She then hears a noise at an infrasound frequency coming from her jobox after she closes it." Hmm, I know that noise. That's the noise the stabilizers in a jobox make when they need cleaning. It is very important that one always makes sure to always clean the stabilizers of their jobox when necessary," Praxat said.
Praxat presses a small button underneath her jobox and two slots slide out from it, which reveals two energy stabilizer tubes that glow a bright blue. Praxat takes out the tubes and examines them carefully." Yeah these stabilizers are in need of a serious cleaning. Energy stabilizers are the key to making a jobox function correctly, so it is important that they are handled with care," Praxat said.
Praxat takes out her cleaning tools from their bags, and delicately cleans the energy stabilizers of her jobox, taking special care not to damage them." Hmm, what modifications should I make for my goggles X-Ray vision or the ability to take pictures/record video, both have their benefits, but I can only work on one right now. So which one do I choose, I have to think carefully about this, and choose the modification that would benefit my goggles the most," Praxat said.
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For Ishtar, the effects weren't immediate.
One heartbeat ticked by, and the glowing-horn Oni watched as her counterpart dodged the blast that had been levied against her in a swirling hoary mist; and for a moment the Oni wondered if she had been building this all up in her head far more than she should have ... Then another heartbeat happened, and another, further cementing Ishtar's concern. So it came as some great surprise when, without warning, pain came flooding in.
"Ah ..."
Clutching at her chest with ragged breaths forced through clenched teeth, she found at least -- despite the pain -- some solace in the familiarity. In the end the pain did not last long however, and without warning it receded back from where it had spilled forth. Before Ishtar could express any kind of concern however, she felt it. A slow, almost melodic pulse of something she'd only ever felt a trickle of before ... and she understood what it meant as much, or more, as she understood how and why civilizations rose and fell:
The inevitable had come at last ... and with it, a night to remember.
And as the energy she'd once found herself all but deathly afraid of welled up from a now unblocked source to permeate the very fiber of her being; Ishtar looked up at her counterpart and flashed a humorless smile as her own Hakai enveloped her.
Now, fully transformed -- as she had been on a night five thousand one-hundred and twenty two years ago -- the golden-eyed Oni took a moment then to glance down at her transformation, taking stock of the changes and their similarities to the state she'd seen, previous; and for the first time in a great while three words were offered at the sight of herself. "How passing strange ..." In the end however, it mattered little. The time for care and concern for her own well-being had come and gone the moment she'd stepped through the RoSaT Time Gate; and with it any notion of surviving this counter -- if she managed such at all -- unchanged. So she looked up once more, and finally acknowledged herself.
"Playing for keeps ?" Ishtar replied, almost mockingly as she took a step towards her doppelgänger, the icy floor beneath her buckling under an unseen strain. "No ... we are well past keeps." With an almost effortless motion then the where once Ishtar had been standing exploded outward in a spray of rapidly disintegrating ice shards as the now transformed Oni launched herself at the Goddess of Ruination; appearing before her opposite in a flash before Hakai-tipped claws sliced through the air and towards the Oni-Alter's throat.
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 battle now joined between the various forms of Erosa and the upper end of the ship defenders, Parley was hopefully clear to handle getting the nexus...but in the midst of the carnage, a spark of inspiration was found from the unlikeliest of sources.
The Youngest Erosa, despite her appearance, was intelligent enough to know they were fighting aboard a space boat....and boats had wheels to control them. Somewhere on this boat was a bridge with a wheel, and all she had to do was get to it and she could fly the boat.
The thought now fully rooted in her young, overexcited head...Baby Erosa dropped what she was doing, honed in on where there were power levels that were't in combat with one of her forms as the most likely place, and headed straight there.
Pocketing in capsules several items, including the two bottles, Cyanna takes a close look at the axe. She wasn't interested in a weapon for herself, but perhaps someone else might find it useful, and she had someone in mind.
Swinging the axe at a nearby wall, she tested it out to see if it was worth keeping.
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To make matters worse, the abomination could also turn Super Saiyan. Normally, Parsley would have been more cautious when fighting a creature of a similar power to hers. Now, she smiled and let her aura flare like a star in the night sky. "You're an abomination. A disgrace to both your races," she spoke. "I'll enjoy killing you." With that, she launched forward toward File.
As she flew, her aura shifted, turning sharper until it resembled a massive serrated buzzsaw. When she made contact, the aura cut into File like a knife, cutting and tearing into his flesh.
Her attacks passed right through him. Sarada took note of his intangibility, since she already had a counter for that if it became a bigger problem in the near future. For now, she focused on the sword. She wasn't sure if it was just an average sword or had some sort of magical properties, but it would make a nice display for her throne.
He had to get in close to swing his sword in an attempt to decapitate her. When she saw the blade coming, she duck and moved forward under his swing. She then activated a shield against his midsection to throw him off balance.