[Area] Seth's Dream dome

The Witch of Time disappeared into a Time Portal, almost immediately pulling away blood clones and squeezing their Timeline together. It practically became an Eggs and Biscuits level situation of Time/Blood clones.

A bundle of assorted players walk onto the scene.

Revres Yeknom, troll Sylph of Doom
"Hey, let me do something real quick, can somebody help me draw this pentagram?"

Chungy Alfalfa, elf Bard of Breath
"I'm pretty sure the devil is already here, you don't need to summon him."

Mimi So&so, thirdinaltupp human Heir of Void
"What are you guys even talking about? we have more important things than your weird crud to pull off here."

Eileen Ajar, pekin Witch of Blood
"I got some blood on hand. what blood type do you need for this one?"

Charlotte Danger Finechina, temporic Rogue of Time
"Enrich is missing a lot here... I hope she knows what she's doing back on Korous..."

and... Jacob Garren, earth human Knight of Heart???
"holy shit, is that... my sister over there?! I thought she died during the session! Nikiiiiiiiii!!!! Yoooo!"

Niki turns around and sees... her brother?!
"JAKE?!"

"Who else? You look like an idiot with those wings."

For once she's relieved to hear her younger brother's hurtful banter.
"Pink is totally not your color. What kinda power is Heart anyways?"

"A lot cooler than Light, that's for sure."

"Whatever. Let's just keep going with the boosting and stuff."

---

While the server monkey is making a pentagram on the ground with the duck's assistance, The time rogue approaches Thoren, looking at him curiously.
"...wait, are you who I think you are? or could have been? or used to be? Or are you just a dumb robot?"

---

Mimi senses something in the void and pulls out her dislocation zipper, slapping it down in midair and opening it. She jumps inside and enters the voidspace. She sees two players, one of them holding the other up by their collar.
"Hey, buckos. We need you out there, not hiding in here."

They both look over at her and her weirdly shaped eyes like what.
After realizing they can move again, Ikin punches Dylan in the face, knocking the kid down and giving him a bloody nose. Ikin stays in place as if he never got let go of in the first place.
".gnivael ton m'I"

Mimi takes a moment to try and figure out what the mirror man just said.
"can you repeat that again? I didn't have my universal translation tool out."
She pulls out a box remote thingie with a stiff antenna on the end. A button is pressed and an english translation is outputted from the device's speaker.
"I said, I'm not leaving."

"Well, too bad." And with that, Mimi grabs Ikin with a grappling hook and launches him out of the voidspace. She then walks over to Dylan and lends him a hand to get back up.
"Hey there. Sorry about the fussle. My name's Mimi, yours?"

"...Dylan. Thanks for dealing with Ikin. He's just so... irritating."

"No problem. How about we get some stuff done?"

"I like the sound of that. Let's do it!"
And with that, Mimi and Dylan walk out of the zipper hole and back into regularspace. Mimi's fairy friend, Amanda, uses some healing magic to fix up Dylan's nose.
"Thanks again."

The Heir spits a lump of black to the ground, clothes rippling along with its hair as it holds one hand out. Falling from the skies it was thrown into the other half of its staff falls, and a swing of the arm reunites the pair before it spins the weapon to lock before waving its arm. One of the six floating arms drives into the ground, sending a wave of rushing ground toward the barrier as two more cross before it, showing the incoming pair of Nora and Micha their palms before bolts of multicolored lightning spring outward in a wide net to stop their charge. Behind them another pair of arms flanks them, unleashing a flurry of punches from behind to prevent retreat, and perhaps even pummel them as they steadily close in on the girls.

"Selfish girls. Stupid girls... Weak girls. I'm going to create a future for everybody, not merely your chosen few. A new world is the only way, otherwise, your future, your happy ending... IS BULLSHIT!!!!!!"

Dashing in a circle around the arms giving the pair trouble from ahead and behind the heir anticipates an attempted escape from the side, stabbing its weapon into the ground hard enough to embed and calling up chunks of stone into the air with its wicked swing, to rain on the two. But it hasn't even let gravity do its work before its rushing in, both weapons, its own and the half of Brionac, clutched as crosses them in an X centered on Nora before rushing forward in a series of rapid strikes that alternate Nora and Micha as their targets, flanked by that lightning and rain of fists on both sides. Clearly it has no interest in playing around.

"Tch... Those two better be alright! Rushing off before everyone's peaked like that, just who the hell do they think they are?!"

"A couple've cocky lesbians, apparently."

"IrAnicAlly. GAh...!"

One of the shield-bearers' knees buckle, a troll girl with narrow horns almost resembling a radio tower in the garb of a Seer of Hope. Two arms, the one from earlier and now another of the group, regularly punch the ground, driving wave after wave of tossed earth toward the barrier and dealing slow but sure damage to be repaired or reacted to.

"Siguna! Don't buckle now, we need you!"

"SArry... This isn't eAsy-gAing by Any meAsure. It's impAssible tA sAy hAw lAng we cAn keep this Ap. BAt we're dAing Aur best."

Falks bites her thumb, gnashing her teeth.

"Never gets any easier, does it..."

"Where would the fun in that be?"

The woman's grit teeth turn up in a tense smile.

"Put a sock in it Ger."

Micha finds herself suddenly out of range of the Heir and checks her surroundings. She gets a bearing and then looks up to the orb ascending.
"Thanks Katie! Love ya!"

She glares at the orb before appearing next to in as a flash of lightning, traveling at light speeds to get there.
She takes her null sword and stabs it into the Orb, expecting anything to happen.

"A... what?" Charlotte is confused.

"I'll use tech when I need it, but right now I need to summon the devil." Revres continues setting up his spell circle.

---

Niki is doing her luck-boosting thing while Jake pulls out a glowing orange knife.
"so, tell me again how you wound up becoming a player?" Niki asks him.
"got a stupid download, thought it was a minecraft mod, and got stuck with its bullshit."
"...wow." a laugh almost escapes from her mouth.
"fuck you."
Niki sighs. She forgot how much it hurts when he puts her down.
"hey, stop being such a wuss!"

"Easy for you to say."

Jake rolls his eyes. It's definately the same sister he used to have, that's for sure. Always so fragile.
"what dumb reason did you start playing? was there a barbie game mod?"
"was playing an ARG and the game turned out to be real."
"what the fuck is an ARG?"
"nothing you'd be interested in."

Jake stabs his orange knife into the barrier, making an orange shockwave sink into it. He keeps his hands on it as his eyes are closed.

"This should do something." His voice resonates through the barrier somehow.

"I'll just trust that you know what you're doing."

He'd never mention it, but Jake has never actually done this move before, but it feels like one that would do something.

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Meanwhile, Mimi and Dylan are trying to acess the situation together.
It's taking them a while to figure out what to do.
Amanda is busy adding more resistance to the barrier with her magic.

Mac and Jasper have resumed their jam session.

Thoren takes a good look at the Rogue of Time before him. Why the fuck are her horns crooked like that? Also, he has no idea what Sponge just told her.

Wait, is that one of those Temporics Seth was talking about that one time? the supposed alien race that Seth had started identifying with?
Thoren isn't sure what to say.

He turns towards Raine and gives her a hug. He so fucking glad that reinforcements have arrived.
A warmth blossoms between them, giving both of them the strength and determination to continue fighting.

As Thoren slowly loosens his embrace, he settles for holding her hand.

---

The seth army feels their strength returning to them. They are invigorated and follow the orders from their new leader as close as they can.

Rudolph has yet to see a solid sign from his only friend in this cold afterlife.
Is he even willing to accept that Schrodinger is gone for good?
NO!
Rudolph resumes calling out for him, against all logic and reason.

Meanwhile, Raphael is running low on energy. He can barely get up, let alone maintain his form. He seems to be right on the fence before donetiering.
He doesn't want to give up...
but,
How can he go on if they've given up on him?
His neck gash is noticeably bleeding more than usual.