[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Parts of the 400 begin casting all sorts of buffs on their team and Micha's drill, giving it crazy defensive and offensive power boosts. Some of the 400 even break off their assault on the arms and get behind Micha, putting more power into the drill. With each new player, the drills power increases tenfold.

Crystal chain spikes shoot up from the ground floor where the null corpse was. It appears to have stood up and launched chains up that imbed themselves into the limbs of the scourge, cutting off its aspect connections once again. Even for a corpse it was very persistent.

PWAAAAAANG!
Mimi is hit by the home run bat, and is knocked across the room! A very festive trail of green and red sparkles mark her path as it slowly twinkles away after her.
"aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she screams as she continues back further. Mac has no fucking idea how to help her,
She hits the wall with a resounding SMACK and falls down after.
Mimi is knocked out hard, and is probably bruised from the impact pretty badly.
Mac ejects from the grappling hook and just sorta sits next to her in case she needs protection.

Amanda, who's been assisting with the barrier, watches in horror as her best friend gets hit like that. She dcides to drop what she's doing and go over to help her.
"You, weirdo ghosty guy! what are you doing here and why aren't you helping?!" Amanda says to Mac in a slightly high-pitched voice. Amanda defensively scoffs at Mac and begins using her healing magic to tend to Mimi's wounds.

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Meanwhile, Dylan, who's slug had spectacularly missed, floats there in dumbfoundment until the Gravity pulls him back down to the ground below.

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Jake, for the second time in a row, is swatted off like a fly. Why does this keep fucking happening?! Jasper really wants him to stab somebody now. He hits the pillar with a CRASH and tumbles down. the knives in his hands try to slow his decent by stabbing into the pillar, but it's difficult for them to aim while in freefall. Jake can barely stay conscious, but his grip on the knives stays as stong as ever. He can't let them go, especially his orange knife.
He can't let that happen like what happened last time...
Jake hits the ground, still gripping the knives tightly, but that's about it. For the most part, he's knocked out for the moment.

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Meanwhile, Niki is watching Micha's special attack. She seems to be more in the mood to assist Micha than her brother, who has already proven himself to be an emotionally abusive turd even in the span of a few minutes.
She summons Gamebirb to her side and fuses with it!

Niki soars to Micha and Thoren's aid. Her presence besides them boosts their fortune by a considerible amount.
"Count me in too!"
She summons a massive amount of corn sprites made of pure light to add to the drill!

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Charlotte has talked a little with Lambda, but clearly she is needed right now.
"For the glory of all Time, I lend my hand against yours!"
She uses her powers to steal the boosted time from the hands and gives it to the growing group assisting Micha and her drill.

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Revres watches the dead seths in their struggle. it seems they're way better than anything he could ever summon. They even have a badass skeleton man! It looks like he could desperately use some horns though. Unfortunately, they seem to be blocked in by the twisters. Sure, they've managed to turn one of them into an expresso machine somehow, but that's clearly not enough. He prods Chungy.
"hey. can you do something about those wind whips?"
"ummmmmmmmmmm....... suuuure." The elf sorta shrugs out to the troll.
Chungy pulls out a stick with some jingle bells on it and does a little dance. He then recites something.
"I call upon the element of Air. Now its your turn to be fair. Please make the wind all stop, its blowing away all my crop."

Meanwhile, Revres seems to be chanting an incantation to keep their group firmly undoomed.

A tear in space explodes open with the motif of flying pages from a book. A scythe sliced open the space and out comes three figures. Ark returns with 2 kids behind him clad in god tier outfits.

"Alright, here we are. Are you sure you want to interfere?" Ark looks back over his shoulder to the Lord of Doom and the Muse of Life behind him.

"Of course we do! We want to help! Right Oberon?"

"Well, its in the best interest of Reality that we succeed..."

Angel stares at Oberon who just motions back to the battlefield. Oberon rolls his eyes and floats over to Ark, scanning the carnage.

"...He's over there right? The one surrounded by all the ghosts of the dead?"

Oberon stares at the Scourge from afar, staring at things not visible to others of this plane of existence.

Ark nods.

"Right... this is the problem... if you could pull the souls out at all, I could capture them."

"Alright Prof, I'll see what I can do."

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The Lord of Doom floats down to the battlefield and feels a strong aspect of doom coming from somewhere. He looks among the players present and then to the scourge again...

Oberon watches the "Hands" closely and proceeds towards one, keeping an eye on the other hands. He can see them, the souls of those dragged into this conflict and manipulated by the rage of the original host.

Oberon pulls a greatball from his belt and it enlarges in his hand.

"Alright, Xerneas! I choose you!"

He flings the ball out into the field and the pokemon Xernas appears and lets out it's cry.

"Moonblast!"

The deer god Xerneas raises it's shining antlers high and a blast of moonlight explodes across the Heart/Blood.

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Elsewhere, Angel has entered the battlefield and is healing people in a wide radius, her very presence soothing and healing the wounded and fatigued. She pulls out a large paint brush and waves it across the sky, drawing a squiggle on the hurt people around her, rejuvenating their equipment and bodies.

The now healed players get back up, any who might had gone close to death are now at full health once more. A large portion of the players are taking on the Light/hope hand, preventing it from coming through the barrier.

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Ark himself stands guard in the sky, watching the all out attack in the sky. He takes himself towards the hands wreaking havoc all over, scythe in hand.

"Let a reaper do his job... bring me all the souls of thou who art damned!"

He swings back, his heart scythe expanding into a glowing crescent moon. He brings it down, slashing at the Light/Hope hand.

Upon seeing the voiders using a vacuum ball technique, Mac suddenly gets an idea. He floats slightly off the ground and then allows himself to be pulled towards the vacuum. Upon getting close, he uses the momentum gained to slingshot off at high speeds towards the life/breath hand.
Perhaps he's not as violent as the other seths, but that's okay. When push comes to shove, he can still do what he needs to do, in a way that he can feel satisfied with.

"Take a chill pill!" Mac holds out his hand in a giving gesture as a pastel paused vhs aura expands around him.
If the life/breath hand is not stopped, it is at very least severely slowed down. Mac holds this as long as he needs to.

Raine is entranced by the memories shown on the walls of the Blue Lobby.

Had it not been for Thoren snapping her out of her reverie with a kiss on the cheek, she would have been so focused on them enough to forget about the battle she's supposed to be fighting.

She looks around.
The scourge is still there, unfortunately.
It seems there's a giant drill on it's way.
There are also several hands being a general nuisance.

She might as well start with those.
She runs towards the one in closest proximity, the hand that's trying to break the barrier, and starts swinging her mace.
There's no time for words this time. It's time for murder.

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If one were to have a keen eye and an affiliation of the void, you would see that something is tying up thin threads of pure void all around the battlefield. On players, on walls, floors, ceilings, they're practically everywhere. Fortunately it doesn't seem like it's tripping anyone up.

The one responsible for this mess is a little hard to look for, though.


The Maid of Space takes a note from the Lord of Doom and his pokemon and grabs her satchel, taking out a few metal medals.
"Hmm...Which one would be good...There's so many friends to choose from..."

The heir withdraws its fist and takes a leap back, flicking its wrist once, then in a more ragged shake. Whipping its hand it catches the two halves of its weapon, affixing them once-handedly before sheathing the half-blade at its waist. On closer inspection, just stabbing into its pants at an angle to avoid from cutting skin, and leaving it to hang from them like that in that improvised sheath, gaze never leaving Micha even as it holds its now free hand out to catch the skateboard.

“The hypocrisies spilling from you… Your childishness knows no bounds. How could someone unwilling to let anything go hold anything substantial in their hands? Whose ears fall deaf to the dreams and hopes of those who have come before? No one but yours."

The heir’s fist tightens, body trembling as its eye narrows and it takes a step forward harsh enough to call up a minor quake. The heat lance spears down toward the Mind/Time hand, a great strike that the hand rapidly swings out of the way of in a close dodge. Even at merely double speed it's fast as it is, zipping around such that it appears to blink out of visibility at times. Sheathing its weapon and board at its back the heir lets its hand open, cracking the individual fingers as some manner of power begins to gather in it. Half the wall surrounding the arena pixelizes to a new scene: a behemoth of stone and scale and something approximating metal, head so bright it can barely be looked at directly. That colossal thing, trading blows with another titan,red and gold and metal with a flowing cape of energy trailing it as it springs upward with an uppercut to cleft the other robot. Aspect powers flash, as sections of the display are taken up by cuts of, cockpits. The group displaying a lack of certainty in their own abilities to teamwork, that one denies with a shout and declared faith.

A memory from a long time ago. Simpler times... It was incredible to think such a battle between a player, his comrades and his denizen, could be, but a lot of time had passed since then. And now.

"How many times have I got to say it... You think 'things won't make sense' and I'll catch in a loop of endless resetting, hoping for something better until I whittle it away?! You think there's even a chance this won't work? How many times... have I got to tell you..."

From above, the Mind and Time hand blurs an eratic path down before hovering over the heir, curling over it, then inward as it fuses into its body. Red and Green alight in its eyes as a swirl of technological parts appear around its wrist, Time's symbol flashing behind it in the air. Then Mind, then Time again in a steady cycle back and forth.

"Not to underestimate us!?!"

The two climatic battles long passed play out on the walls as the Breath/Life hand blurs through a set of hand signs, dark clouds appearing above. The Seths find the air chilling, temperature plummeting around them such that frost starts developing on the ground. Frost liable to anchor them and begin freezing them solid at points. Biting hail rains on them to join the twisters the hand continues calling up with its swings, Dylan and Mimi's efforts, and those of the others, managing to stop them but more springing up thanks to its efforts as it boxes them in that chilly storm. Mac's gambit to launch himself manages to give him almost legendary flight speed, and the hand manages to score a speedy dodge but not speedy enough as the aura manages to catch it in its slowing effect! Caught for a moment it manages to break free but solidly back to normal speed, and looking a little off-balance in its flight pattern as it tries to readjust. An opening, but given the frost overwhelming them one they may not be able to seize on.

"You're so full of shit! Talking big about creating something new?! You're creating nothing! All you're doing, is trying to revel in your longevity! You aren't creating a happy ending, you aren't fighting for everyone's hopes and dreams, you're fighting for those of your chosen few! The real bearer of all those thoughts and memories, of everything left behind, cast aside, dusted and destroyed by the gears of this twisted system..."

Something forms now, has been for the length of its speech. A larger, yet still small compared to full scale mechanical arm, covers its arm now, reminiscent of, or maybe a direct mirror of one of the titans' arms. Fingers flex in double time as numerous sources on the thing compress inward, the machine building itself in reverse from the fingertips up. The hands around the room begin to glow more intensely, as more symbols flash in the ever-growing cycle behind it. Ground breaks below it as it steels its stance, teeth bared as it faces them down with fire in its eyes.

"is me! And so for everyone who's fallen, everyone cut down by the threads of cruel, callow fate... the remnants of that massacre spared the title only by its prevalence. Yeah, even here...!"

The heir swings its arm, in a wide circle, motioning to the amassed players fighting for their lives all around. Falks channels her Rage into the Barrier's upkeep, Rivers and more still following her example as others, Breath players predominantly, gather to combine their powers to the ends of stopping that blizzard and its accompanying twisters. But their effects fail to put a dent at this distance, the group, conferring and calling any defenders to give them an escort to the storm directly. Going out on their own would be suicide, and even with the restoration by way of the newcomer they'll get cut to ribbons if they go out without protection. Those defenders, preoccupied with warding the barrier, argue that in between exerted grunts, their renewed vigor still only giving them the leeway to keep things steady in the face of these attacks. Wayland among them, the ghost does his part to convey the constantly shifting battleground and any pertinent info to all present, scattering buffs to ward the encroaching claws of death.

"Look around! Everyone cast, or who cast themselves to the void for salvation, when things went wrong! Them, too! Casualties of fate's fickle hands interfering, how many of them would be out here if their wills and efforts, and the wills of the efforts of their fallen friends, hadn't been rendered moot by Paradox Space?!"

The heir reels back, ground sinking as it digs its heels in. On its bare shirt, something long forgotten or long lost glows. Behind it the symbol is mirrored, each half spread as the symbol mixes with others in a rapid-fire blend reminiscent of a pair of wings. The Heart/Blood hand zapping the Light/Hope hand moves to face the incoming pair, storm kept up and even pulling them together, then apart, in a rapid shuffle that leaves Moonblast flying toward the Light/Hope hand and Ark's scythe coming down on the Heart/Blood hand. Opening to catch the blast that hand is pushed back with the exertion of the effort but eventually manages to get the strike under control, compressing inward and... sucking the blast inward, absorbing it fully to glow all the brighter! And the Heart/Blood hand ends... whatever it had been doing to the other, to face Ark head on, three fingers merging into one arced blade of spiritual power and blood that it brings down to knock away Ark's swipe soundly. Jake's follow-up strike manages to seize on the moment afterward however, the twin-slashes only managing to just barely graze the hand but sending it in a rapid backpedal, as rapid as it can manage with the slowing effect from one knife. But it still shines, it and the other 3 hands still active. Brighter by the second, but none moreso than the Light/Hope hand, almost blinding as its taken a break from its blast of the barrier.

"No matter what hypocrisies or doubts you heap on, no matter how much you scream and declare the way of things and reject me, no matter how much I have to fight... Reality itself will be my opponent, for their sakes! For everyone who came before, and everyone to come who would be born into this twisted system..."

The heir clenches its mechanical augment's fingers, fist tightening as the drill rushes toward it. Raine's incoming strike on the Heart/Blood hand, set to be a legendary hit, meets the hand's blade as it spins around in a clash, the Unity Slash adding some power to it and looking to overwhelming the hand before two blasts manage to disengage them, knocking Raine back! Two orbs of glowing light a short ways from one another, one glowing bright white and the other a more golden luminescence. Just barely, the visage of two hands can be seen in them.

"For those here because of that system, for you guys... For everyone's sakes... I..."

The heir lunges forward, shouting against the noise and chaos and superseding it with his words.

"No. We, will MAKE A MIRACLE!!!"

The heir throws his armored hand forward, palm open and driving toward the head of the drill. On impact

"SBURBAN FINALE: CODA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"