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At the double shut down, Sasheem walked away from the group a bit, fuming almost literally, steam puffing out of the pores atop his head as he growled something inaudible. He needed to space himself a bit before he did something he regretted...though perhaps that's what he wanted. At any rate now was not the right time to do anything. Bah...time. There wasn't a single timeline in which he was victorious in any of his goals. That seemed like something of a problem. Something to learn from. Something he had to make sure never comes to pass in his own.
The way things were looking now, that wasn't set to change. Especially not with the others always offering reasons to oppose him. After all he did to help save countless worthless planets...and yet no matter how high he climbs he never ascends any higher up the cosmic scale. The only thing he could think of is to stick to his guns and continue what he'd been trying to accomplish once this time bullshit was over with. Mastering the secrets of the Snake School.
...Snake School. That's right, that was always in the plans, wasn't it. Sasheem glanced over at Ochazuke, disdainfully. The Majin sneered to himself.
"Bird can't fly with plucked wings, eh 'brother'?"
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"Meat pies you shall have ero....but first we have something just for you." The Eldest Erosa returned, then stepped aside to allow the youngest to pass, who was carrying something over protectively in her hands.
"....." The child like Erosa hopped up onto the stood on the opposite end of the table, then up onto the table itself...making sure to avoid the food, and came to a stop in front of the saiyan queen.
"Queen Monkey Lady....Hrmp..." The Id hesitated, her instinct fighting internally to reconsider the coming action. "....Aggghh......H....Here!"
Erosa put a pie on the table in front of her. It was a Banana Cream Pie.
"....Erosa make Cream Pie. For Sarada......replace....pie I sat on back then." Erosa eyed the pie, then tore her gaze away before she reconsidered eating it anyways. "Monkey do what she like with pie, eat it....throw in Ids face....sit on. But we even now in pie karma."
Secretly, she hoped for the second option.
"..." Sarada stared at the pie one of the Erosas -- the one that she had first met years ago -- set before her. It was a peace offering of sorts; repayment for the pie that had been ruined so long ago by an errant butt.
Her eyes scanned the confection, and could find no flaw; at least not one that was readily visible. It looked edible and that was the important part. Or, rather, the important part was that this particular Erosa -- far more immature and driven by gratification that her older (?) versions -- was the one who made it and gave it to her. What was more, she was willfully restraining herself.
After moments of silence, Sarada nodded. "We're even." She picked up a fork and started to dig in. Yet, before fork touched food, she paused, then reached over and picked up a knife. She cut a slice and placed it on a plate, then slid it over to Erosa. "Here."
Althena who is in Eva's Library picks out a random book and looks at the title ," Hmm this book is on the history of earth music . Reading this should be interesting ," Althena said. Althena starts reading the book , " Remarkable the Earth has such a wonderful culture of music. the beings on this planet have produce so many different styles of music , It's all so fascinating ," Althena said.
Althena continues reading the book, " If I want to improve as a Guardian I have to learn about all other cultures include Earth's , and I can do that by reading the books that Eva has here in her library," Althena said.
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“An artifact it shall be, then.”
A latticework of arcane sigils and runes are carved midair, Nail chanting and speaking in an old Namekian dialect. After about two minutes, the sigils and runes flare and coalesces into a single item that floats down and lands in Ochazuke’s hand. It is a coal black sphere, roughly half the size of a dragon ball, and it thrums slightly.
“A temporal detection device. This.....creature that is kidnapping others hides behind time and space. He cannot with this. No shield may hide him, no barrier protect him, no armor block it’s track. You get close enough and it shall find your foe.”
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At the very least, it seems the child and he was on the same mindset when it humanoids in general.
He could barely stomach humans, the Gris-gris, Namekians, and Toadians made him annoyed over their pale attempts to replicate his kin's divine forms, speaking of, seeing his race's current depictions made him sorrowful and furious at the same time, but none were as horrific as that Acrosian hybrid abomination he fought.
By the time Rex had gone down his tier list of which races in the order he hated the most, Cyanna had finished cleaning herself up and the Elder Namekian had done something at last. Apparently, he was done with his drivel and had finally given them what they wanted.
"Now we can move on to more... productive tasks at hand." That's right, the baby id's projectile vomiting had distracted him from the task at hand.
He was going to lighten their load before they returned.
As she watched, Cyanna tried to remember as much as possible about the creation spell. The language was alien to her, as were the sigils and runes, but still she found it fascinating.
She had decided, at that moment, to spend time researching the use of such symbols in magic once returning back home.
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Just like that, the group had found their consensus. Strength, technique, in this matter these particular methods would not bring them any closer to their goal. It seemed the Elder had come to this conclusion as well. It will be for nothing if we cannot find the Doctor. But even so much as it appeared, Ochazuke had known in harrowing detail the futility of the pursuit.
Time moved like a river, its course diverted by subtle changes in its path. Sheriff Zaofan, Pyrus, Pike, just as much as they were, they stood as actors within it. In these confines, they knew only a way forward, on occassion gazing back. What could they do then, under the looming shadow of that hideous thing standing outside of it?
Nail went to work, and Ochazuke watched his hand craft and layer the dynamic energies. A portion of the method was familiar where the external source - possibly the planet? - weld with the Elder's intrinsic spirit, and by the sonorous incantation take shape to his intention. The energy stretched into sigils he could not parse, and yet beneath every word, there came the shape of his intent.
So this is the Namekian method of incantation. Amid the few magical works he'd seen in his time among the group, though the techniques differed, he had observed that there were a few constants inherent to spellcraft, but it was a theory he could not appreciate without the words for it. The intention is focused. Drawn from a deeper source, there is an exchange...
Gripping the sphere in his hand, Ochazuke surveyed it curiously. As it arrived, the spectral matter of the room fell short just as Nail's conjuror's ballad had ceased. It was unusually light, as if he held a globe of solidified shadow.“A temporal detection device. This.....creature that is kidnapping others hides behind time and space. He cannot with this. No shield may hide him, no barrier protect him, no armor block it’s track. You get close enough and it shall find your foe.”
"Hrmh." In the moments to come there was no margin for error. His brow furrowed as he lifting his other hand. The Nexus Shard, a piece of Shattered Time, was brought nearer to the Elder's artifact, and Ochazuke tested its merits.