Morgana looks at the two, Rex and Charco.
“This wasn’t quiet what I intended to happen, but......”
She banishes Rex’s presence and looks at Charco, alone at last, not even an echo of Rex at the moment.
“You have decided then?”
Morgana looks at the two, Rex and Charco.
“This wasn’t quiet what I intended to happen, but......”
She banishes Rex’s presence and looks at Charco, alone at last, not even an echo of Rex at the moment.
“You have decided then?”
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Charco paused for some time, trying to find the words he wanted to say. Of course, he didn't want this, but Cyanna's desperate ploy had backed him into a corner he could no longer escape from.
"Yes..." He said quietly, "To protect her and the others... yes."
"Attempting to attain his freedom. 'Only a wish from a peer, may set me free' was the gist of our conversation. Asha'rah, myself. Sasheem was a potential candidate ... it was implied he may have guided Koorimaru toward the amulet for much the purpose." Ishtar grunted, before shaking her head.
"His confinement notwithstanding ... he is also the leader of this planet."
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
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With glowing eyes and a biting grin, Grinthorn confirmed everything Parsley thought of him. His name was Alakazah, and he wasn't human. The latter was obvious just from studying his mannerisms, but the former... Before she could wonder its meaning, his shadow shifted. Like a primordial serpent, it coiled itself around his person, shifting like water until it settled on a final form. A dragon of some shape. It's new draconian form held for the briefest of moments, just long enough for it to acknowledge that Parsley could see exactly what it -- and its master -- truly was.
Her eyes widened with surprise as she beheld what stood before her. A quick glance showed that Ochazuke saw the same, but apparently, no one else did.
Grinthorn, Alakazah was a dragon, one of the wish-granting creatures of lore. That raised many questions, all of which she wanted an answer to.
"Yes, let's talk business," she spoke up. Her eyes narrowed. "First things first, why have you taken a human form and what do you intend to accomplish with this world? Your leadership has been less than stellar, if certain people are to be believed."
Sarada frowned, but didn't argue. She wanted to have her entire family back together when she and Parsley eventually made their way back to Vocado, but years of ridicule and being banished by Becbaga years ago preemptively ended any dream of that becoming a reality before the dream was even thought of.
"Yes, I'd love that. I'll have a room prepared for you at the palace, so just show up whenever you can."
Blizzar gave a heavy sigh, narrowing his eyes at Grinthorn...or Alakazah now he supposed. This was...much more troubling then he anticipated. For Earth and the galaxy art large for whatever Grinthorn was, he was certainly powerful. A bead of sweat dripped down the Arcosian's brow. If anything, he'd like se preparation before dealing with unknowable powerful entities, but here he was, thrust into the fray.
Such was life on Earth, he supposed.
Parsley already asked the most pertinent questions, so Blizzar followed up with some of his own.
"You seem to have surveillance everywhere, and I don't doubt that you have the resources for it...but just how much of that is tech?" Blizzar began. "To clarify, oftentimes the mere thought of you seems to summon your very presence. Is it accurate to say that is as it seems?"
" I'll be right there sir," Praxat said. Due to her panoramic vision, Praxat notices Dash. Praxat then approaches Dash and slightly waves at her." Oh hi there Dash I'm in a very bad mood, and it has to do with The Red Raiders," Praxat said.
Praxat then flies off towards the Lookout still wearing her Hazmat suit to have a chat with Jinzi about the Red Raiders.
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To all others, you looked upon them. Nothing more than component samples of fixed quantity and measured worth.
The man who held the Earth in the palm of his hand had but to utter a single command, and with no more than a gesture, all fell silent and he moved with impunity.
Though he stood between Gero and Grinthorn, Ochazuke facing her way saw little more of the scientist than the first familiar shape: her eyes.
How often had that predatory view sought opportunity beneath its softened, expertly facade? Pantaloon said it himself, she was the best and brightest, the nearest to his vision. Countless trials measured cause to effect, all life's chaos made sound to a predictable sequence; she would know the course of things to come; a consequence certain and without doubt.
Her witness cut through his frame as if he were a shadow. She saw what lingered behind them and knew what that meant. Yet the view was shared between them. Ochazuke continued to stand, turned away in silence from the President as he approached their captive. A slow tremble took his limbs, standing tall he softened his stance with a meditative breath.
With his sensory field, he was granted increase insights to all which brushed against the field of his sense-awareness. What he saw...but for the visceral chill and cold sweat falling from his brow, he betrayed no reaction.
Beholden only to yourself for that mercenary science. The end of this course, you see it plainly. Abandoned by her own, cut off from those she's promised a great many things, who would stand by her now?
With the dread presence looming behind them, it was as if everything fell away to a mutual dread.
He walked within this uncanny shape, a dreadful thing twist into the shape of a human. Parsley and Blizzar addressed him according to his means of conveyance. Despite it all, they still found the words. A task Ochazuke found that he was quite unsuited for under this duress.
He could hardly muster more than long, meditative breaths; sharp inhales into long sighs that passed through the barbs seizing his throat and coldly bristled through his being. They could keep him talking; Grinthorn had a way with speeches himself, and perhaps he would be forthcoming on these matters.
Right now, he set himself to a silent, fearful task; beholding that which slithered beneath Alakaza's pageantry of false shapes. Concentrate. If this cannot through the fear, then let is pass over, then through. Perhaps then...
When Grinthorn lift his hand, his command fell upon WG Corpsman and Galactic Patrolman alike. Through the ancestral lines of Tao'ro, whatever fell upon them Ochazuke perceived directly through the resonant power of the Earth itself, drawn through Muhen Seikai Keihatsu. For a moment, he briefly closed his eyes, giving himself over completely to uncovering the methodology behind Grinthorn's power.
In this long, frozen moment miles below Capital City, the Geofront sky seemed to stir. Faint stars shone through the blue as they seem to fall within the Earth, and each carried with them a small whisper.
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The power there is great, but also well bound. Grinthorn is limited, severely, and must use his mind almost exclusively. No combat capability remains to the bound dragon, nor is he allowed to actually cause harm to another through his power. However, he has found ways around these restrictions. Sleep is no harm, and a faint aura of magic permeates from his cigar smoke to all around him. From the smoke the magic can be worked subtlety. That was how he put them to sleep. If you can see or smell the smoke, he can cast upon you.
Likewise he has bound his name, Grinthorn, with a psychic summoning of sorts. When one thinks it or speaks it, it draws the ancient dragon’s eyes and awareness. When that happens he can move there instantly or cause his mind to listen there. A version of Farsight, or a scrying, is also used to gather information.
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