[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Buster green is taken by surprise and attempts to use the arm of his vacuum pack against the reptile, swinging it against the little guy in defense. It's about as tough as you'd expect a sturdy end of a vacuum extension to be.

Meanwhile, the two voiders on the damp ground get back up.
"Hey, there's something going on in that castle, right? I heard Thoren screaming earlier."
".skcatta s'ti pu speek yug ssob lanif taht fi hguone noos diov eht htiw eb ll'eh ,hE"
"Dude, that's not good! I didn't organize those stage events just for one of the main actors to get a strikeout! We gotta go help him!"
".no gnikrow saw werc ym ffuts yzarc emos fo tcudorp-yb a tsuj si eH ?seipocemit sih fo yna ro rieh der eht tuoba kcuf a evig ot ytiliba eht dnif uoy od woH .durc siht tuoba suoires era yllaer uoy ,naM"
"He's more than just a 'by-product'! He is a human being! He deserves better than this! I'm not sitting in the dugout while the opposing team is threatening a grand salami!"
With that, Dylan tears off his pajamas to reveal his page of void outfit, and then climbs up the cold damp stairs to the castle. He pulls out a home-run bat.
Ikin looks up at him and blinks. He may not be interested in the plight of a literal pile of garbage unfit for horrorterror disposal, but he's always up to go streaking.
He takes off his robe and shoves it into his hat. He also grabs Dylan's pajamas and puts that away into his yellow floppy hat. He puts that back on and runs up the stairs, butt naked.
Dylan is slightly shocked when he sees Ikin dash ahead of him, but at this point he's seen so much worse that it barely even phases him.

Dylan and Ikin arrive on the scene. Dylan takes a moment to analyze the situation while Ikin goes running in with reckless abandon, getting hit with the occasional healing strike from errant seths in his erratic path. With his earlier injuries, that's probably somehow the best thing for him right about now.

The mysterious figure sees the two figures rush in.
One of them was definitely familiar.
And alive.
And naked.

They slap their right hand over their mask.

"...eh t'nsah ,gniht a degnahc t'nsah eH" they say in an incredibly amused but exasperated tone.

This was definitely a pleasant surprise.

Wayland turns his back to Zwei, expertly deflecting any shots that come too close to her with his still sheathed sword and a faint smile. "You're not... jealous, are you mistress? The difference between you and that creature is madness and power: had you lost your reason to your strength wholely, you may well have approached such an existence. I am glad that you never hit that point, however... I much rather enjoy sharing a side with you to opposition."

The Prince continues his defense in a one-person perimeter keeping her safe, as he keeps at least one eye on the scourge. The scourge, quickly the epicenter of that swarm of healing strikes and more attacks still. The scourge, still shrouded by that pillar of multicolored light. The scourge, howling as Thoren zooms out of its grasp, pink lightning dispelled with the force of that outburst of spirit, as Niki rails against it and her own incoming death.

"idiot... idiot.... idiot, stupid, ignorant, hopeless, stupid, idiot idiot IDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOTIDIOT!!!!! IGNORANT!!!!!!!!"
[S] Scourge: Aggress
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The arrow soaring over FLord curves a smooth path downward as he tries to roll under it, piercing his robotic frame and bringing a pillar of similar white energy spiking upward when it impacts the ground. Whatever manner of energy it is it causes direct pain to his soul, in addition to tearing a sizable gash in the robot and pinning it to the ground. The healing shots that nail the pillar fizzle on impact, as Raine would feel a steadily growing trickle of invigoration and energy. And shortly after the others in the room, ghosts in paticular, would feel.. invigorated, somehow. Alive, of course not, but this feeling of invigoration is reminiscent of it, somehow, the darkish red wind blowing through the area one of... Healing, it seems? The two arms bearing that bow of hope take aim before loosing a volley of arrows, seemingly missing any intended targets completely. Two on each side of Niki, feet off the mark, one above each of the commanders. And more still, the bow loosing arrow after arrow of dark green-entwined-with-white energy widely off the mark but curving expertly toward their targets to hit dead on, and only growing more numerous. That horrendous weapon in the remain hand rises, before its angled downward, the infinite weapons making it up glowing innumerable colors before the weapon seems to fragment, and delivers an unrelenting rain of its components on a sweep through the room, rushing toward the major groups in turn. The Daybreak Crew, the army of Seths, Raine, Niki, the approaching Ikin, the pinned FLord, even those hanging back for the moment, Dylan and the completely mysterious, completely unknown mystery watcher.

"IGNORANT!!!!!! YOU..... ARE IGNORANT, YOUHAVE NO IDEA WHAT, IT'S LIKE. YOUR SUFFERING... HAD, MEANING. YOU HAD HOPE. BURIED BELOW EVERYTHING. I... WE...... HAD NOTHING. THERE WAS NO POINT. THERE WAS NO MEANING. NO HOPE!!!!!!!!!! EVERY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING CHANGES....... UNLESS!!! UNLESS WE...... I, MAKE IT ALL......... DISAPPEAR!!!!!!!!!!"1-6

FLord growls, blood in his eyes: the aspect could literally be seen as his eyes, as aspect energy explodes outwards, charging as red tendrils toward the Heir with one purpose: Drain every last stat until nothing remained.


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However, he isn't really focused on the falling weapons... then again, if that attack makes contact, he won't have to worry about it, will he? All he would need to do is drain the vitality from the Heir.1-6

With Thoren awake and off planning and designing his labor of love, the dome fades back to subconscious mode.
The erratic weather gives way to the warm sun. While there would usually be bright reflections off the puddles on the ground in this weather, that would take too much processing power so the water is rendered without reflections. The grass in the field is reduced to a flat greenish texture. All areas not being visited are unloaded from memory, meaning that Magicant castle and the front door of the Hourglass temple are the only currently visible locations upon the mental plains. The stairwell leading to the deeper areas is sealed off to outsiders, no longer visible to those that aren't specifically welcome. The trees surrounding the castle are further optimized, the leaves and branches being rendered as sprites.

Soon enough though, various blueprinted items being downloaded into Thoren's mind begin appearing in the middle of the field, without any fine-grain collision data. 18-wheelers, engines, buses, RV's... The unessential ones are picked apart for components that are sorted in a pile. This goes on for a few minutes until a design begins coming together. A purple sphere object that looks similar to the dream dome is positioned in place near the back. Items to be placed within the interior are still appearing and disappearing nearby.

All the while, Patrick would be able to feel Thoren's excitement, devotion, and ambition, as well as his desire to get the fuck out of the furthest ring and begin his new life.

The seth army, invigorated by the healing aura, is in full frenzy right now with their white magic weapons. They seem a bit less focused than usual however. Seeing what happened to Thoren after he had the balls to propose to Raine has left them with more than a couple questions. But now isn't the time for questions, it's time for action, as Gunmaster Raphael knows well.

"Troops, deflect!" He yells out into the chaos on the dancefloor. They act fairly quickly, swinging their scythes and such at whatever projectiles may be falling towards their direction to deflect them.

While Thoren is currently absent from the area, there is still a vague sense that Thoren is "present", so there doesn't seem to be much worry about his current state, besides the obvious "what the fuck was he thinking earlier with popping the question" thing.
Raphel wonders how Thoren got to be such a softie, let alone in love with Raine. Wasn't she originally on their personal hit list? What the fuck had gone on while he was skipping out on his duties for her sake? Why did he even go out of his way to save her so many times anyways? Raphael tries not to distract himself with too many questions while trying to direct an entire small army.

The buster's Vacuum Pack is liberated and held aloft by the victorious reptile, accompanied by more lizard-screaming.

The sprightly prince darts back to the ballroom, kicking the door in and waving the ill-gotten ghost busting device wildly in an attempt to suck some form of spectral spook out of the battle.