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Post by flightlessicarus on Jun 4, 2016 19:19:52 GMT -8
Thoren, who had been tossed to the ground like a ragdoll after assisting with the hope drill of Micha, has been trying to handle all the pain messages that have been sent due to getting a dent in his back plate. Why the fuck does he have to experience pain as a robot? Who even put that feature in?
As strange as it might seem though, being able to feel regular old physical pain again seems to be making that illusion of being alive all that much more convincing.
After the reinforcements arrived, he finally sorted through enough of the pain messages to finally be able to ignore them a little bit. At least enough to get back up.
He can feel Raine's fury and desire to win. It gives him the strength to keep fighting.
Thoren summons his scythe and dashes towards the time/mind hand, adjusting his own timing with his time powers to resync with Raine. He leaps up and joins Raine in a double spinstrike attack, scythe blazing with every hit!
Upon landing, he strikes a badass pose.
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Post by raz on Jun 4, 2016 20:23:08 GMT -8
A hand clasps on the armor's shoulder, firm, an anchor keeping it there. Raz's hand, the boy looking back to the figure with the broken girl in its arms. His expression as steely as the knight.
"Didn't you hear me, I said I'm not letting her die."
"And... neither are we. Even if it's against her wishes... we can't leave like this. We won't."
Raz throws a glance over his shoulder, finding a small gathering. A human boy with blonde shaggy hair, a polo and tie and kind, yet determined eyes. A troll with two large horns curling back to around the middle of their back, boy, girl or something else, with small black glasses and a wicked overbite. An unfamiliar red skinned alien in a turtleneck, with small black horns and a crystalline cluster approximating a tattoo on one side of their face. And a girl with a braided red ponytail and fancy dress, looking altogether too sporty to have chosen the thing. Two of the newcomers, and two from the group that had been on the battlefield first.
"She gave us hope to press onward, and a guiding light to lead the way. And now... We can give it back, we, kind of have to, don't we? Even if its risky."
"I don't like owing debts and... I've still got to pay her back for everything she passed on. We four at least, we're in agreement on that."
"Naturally."
The four gather around the broken girl's body, holding their hands over her and closing their eyes. Specks of white and yellow flit down from their fingertips to rain on her, a gentle light and warm hope gathering in it. The wave of healing from that fraymotif too, finds a home in her core, and Raz leans in, taking the one hand she has left in his own.
"I know I'm late... Had to get backup, I knew this wasn't a fight I could win on my own. And, you did a lot, I can tell. So... Rest. But-"
Smoothly he turns around, lifting his spear in a block of the vicious downward swing that would have torn him, and her, in two. An outburst of wind.
"...Don't die."
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Post by togetic on Jun 4, 2016 21:49:37 GMT -8
Kek's spin comes to an abrupt halt right before his spindash hits the ground, his feet hit the floor and without missing a beat the momentum is used to launch him forward right at the the scourge's evidently exposed back. His makeshift shard dagger is held point foward, out in front to block any aspectual defence or counterattack while also being prime to lodge itself in assuming the lizard met his mark.
The "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" continues uninterrupted.
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Post by SJmun on Jun 4, 2016 23:05:20 GMT -8
Niki looks back over to see Raz and his crew with Micha, or at least what is left of her, trying to keep her going. Key word trying.
"holy crud, Raz! You're here just in time! Is... is Micha gonna be okay? Is there anything I can do?" She looks back towards the aspect arms and then returns her gaze towards them with Micha. There are still tears welling up, but she's trying her best to keep her composure.
"Either way, I'm not running away. I'm fighting until the heir is done for! There's too much at stake to quit now!" There's a certain sparkle in her eyes as she grips her holographic lunar corn staff with one hand and stamps it against the ground for effect.
She turns back around towards the numerous targets and tries to pick one that would be best suited for her corn. She decides to begin charging. She can pick a suitable target later.
Meanwhile, Jake gets back to trying to attack the heart/blood hand again. He stays on the ground and just goes nuts with slashing and stabbing at the base of the arm with the two knives. Jasper seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit. Jake is a little wary of Jasper's attitude, but honestly he's too busy trying to take this arm down to complain. He just tries to keep up the momentum.
Mimi and Dylan, now having to deal with FIRE AND ICE, stand there in shock for a moment. Dylan sneezes from the chill.
"...What's this guy's deal here, like come on!"
They look up at the orbs and the silhouettes guarding them. Dylan pulls out the Rudolph bat and smiles.
"Hey Mimi, wanna play some ball?"
"I'd be glad to." Mimi smirks and nods, she has a pretty decent idea at what he might be planning.
Mimi checks her pockets for a baseball, unfortunately she has nothing. Then again, Dylan can probably work with nothing. So, she holds up absolutely nothing and tosses it up. Dylan winds up his swing and upon colliding with nothing, he voids the bat, making it seemingly disappear, but oddly enough, the impact noise is still present... somehow.
The ball of nothing goes hurtling towards one of the blue silhouettes, and upon almost nearly hitting, the ball of nothing immediately reveals to be a BALL OF STEEL!
Rudolph bat reemerges from the void, confused as fuck, but satisfied that something happened out of it.
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Post by raz on Jun 5, 2016 6:09:46 GMT -8
The remaining players pale as they mill around the exit, hopelessness starting to take root and drive them away. Those of the first wave most of all, many in the process of dragging or carrying those too injured to walk out, and the newcomers most frustrated by this turn.
"Can we really win this one...?"
"Maybe... Maybe she's right. Maybe it's time to pack it up."
"If we can't do anything... Then-"
A quake runs through the immediate area, knocking those unprepared or off-balance from their feet. The noise like a crack of thunder, one person having driven her foot into the ground with enough force to cause it and that tremor... That woman faces the group now, nostrils flared and eyes wide in anger as she clenches her fist.
"What... the hell is the matter with you?!"
Some players wince at the decibel of her words, others lower their heads at their content. Falks takes another tremendous step forward, somehow looming over the assembled players regardless of height as her eyes narrow to thin pupils.
"You're not telling me after all this time and all this hard-fought effort and what we managed to do so far you're ready to just give in to your flight instincts are you?! You make me sick!"
"F-Falks... We-"
"CAN IT! I trained you better than that Rivers I know I did, same goes to anyone else! If you wanna turn and run with your tail between your legs I'll give you the kick in the ass out you so desperately desire! But while you're off sucking your goddamn thumbs just keep two things in mind..."
Falks turns around, every step she takes indenting the ground as she approaches the battle. Crackling with the power of her aspect Rage she cracks her neck, then her fists, stalking forward with purpose in her eyes and stride.
"It'll be with the knowledge that I'm staying. And that means you're not just running away like a little bitch, you're running away like a little bitch and abandoning a comrade to save your own sorry skin. If that knowledge doesn't haunt you for the rest of your miserable lives I've failed as your commander and I'll personally haunt you in its place. Do you understand me?!"
"Y-Yes'm!"
"Yes'm."
The shaky acknowledgement of some among the group, and the calm acknowledgement of a girl with glasses dressed in a short skirt and blouse combo and hair tied in a neat bun, picking up the pace just a little to match step with Falks. Who, for her credit, doesn't look back, or to the side at her.
"Rivers."
"Come on Cin, you didn't really think I would leave this, or you, behind, did you? I know you and I know you would stay no matter what."
"Then what was that back there?"
A small laugh. "That, was you not letting me finish a sentence. To your own ignorance and detriment."
A small pause.
"...Cynthia are you-oh my god you are, you're blushing!"
"..."
"Bahahahahaha, that's adorable! You were so busy getting fired up you messed up! That's hilarious!"
"Put. A sock in it, Rivers."
Four step forward from the crowd independent of one another, noticing the approach of the others and simply nodding to them as they join up and cross the battlefield, careful and in formation but at a brisk pace. Their target, not a fight, but something more important... or some one. And the crowd of players left watches Falks and Rivers stride forward, blinking dully at their banter before turning back to one another. Shaky laughs scatter throughout the group as the bashfully rub their necks or ruffle their hair, some merely looking up to the tattered ceiling.
"Wow..."
"I. Were we really thinking of leaving it all behind, like this?"
"I... I guess. It feels so silly now... I'm ashamed to even admit it."
"But. In for a penny, right? That's what we determined when we came."
"So we're all in agreement."
"Right!"
The players nod to one another, carefully moving those too injured to walk or continue out of the room before marching back, quickly to fall in a short ways behind Falks. Then behind them, the wave of healing restores even those severely wounded or exhausted, and another wave of what's left stalks forward. Around 8 others fall in step alongside Falks, the assorted preparing their weapons, stretching, or cracking their various body parts in preparation.
"Guess all we maggots needed was a fire under our asses, huh Commander?"
"Or vigorous verbal insult. So Falks..."
"What's the plan?"
"The plan is..."
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Post by frozenlake on Jun 5, 2016 8:47:37 GMT -8
FLord focuses on his thoughts. He soon will have enough of his imagination weaved together into a form that can affect the bubble. Now, he just needs to not think about anything that would fuck thi- oh god dammit.
From the other end of the room, a knife is thrown at Raz.
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Post by metreu on Jun 5, 2016 15:31:22 GMT -8
The broken body of Micha... her glow had faded, but those who had arrived pulse life back into the body. The shattered parts of her legs fall away despite the efforts, pieces of her sides and shoulders also fall, most of her back had already eroded as if the impacts from before were sent through her and exploded out the back. The world around Micha's body warps and the Azure Warden that was carrying her releases his hold, looking around for her before spotting her. Micha's body is now on the other side of the battlefield. Her ultimately crippled state seems lifeless... her head hung forward, arm at her side, and torso floating in the air. She appeared like a broken doll missing most of her limbs... Somewhere, the distant cry of a child is heard and Micha's body lifts it's head. Hair falling down over her face, only her right eye is visible, the other half of her face had started to fade away before she warped. The eye is blank and glows with a dim white light. The missing limbs slowly regrow, tearing apart the clothing material Micha had left, as well as using the aspect energy from the healers. The glowing feet set to the ground, keeping the body upright. The head looks at the gathered groups, slowly swimming from side to side, looking at the hands of souls. It's ride arm slowly comes back as another glowing limb and the parts of her body that had fell apart also take on form once more as a collection of light. She holds the arm up to her face and inspects it as well as the hand that was still intact. Micha lowers the arms down to her sides and takes a shaky step forwards. Her body cracks and fills the cracks with light. She takes another step, this time holding together. She kneels down and strains her arm muscles. Her back muscles creak and snap, the light composing her back explodes out into six ribbon like appendages or wings made of light. Micha looks back up, facing the battlefield. Like a switch turning on, a halo appears behind her head in the form of a pile driver magic circle. It's parts float idly and spin clockwise as a whole. It was clear before that perhaps Micha's soul had once again left her body. However, the collective healing powers of the group had forced her body to move once again... But was it Micha that was still in there...? The wings shoot out backwards towards the door, forcefully shoving people out of the way. The wings extend outside of the dream dome and latch onto the white wall console that had consumed the door of creation. Dys quickly moves out of the way and watches as the wings pull the door and console away from the ground and forces it through the door of the dream dome. Players scatter and the door smashes into the creature's back. It lets out a scream of pain, holding its arms and goes down to it's knees. The White Wall console begins to collapse, being pushed by the wing arms and forces the door of creation into her body. She whimpers and cries, the arm's actions unrelenting as if by a will of their own. The knight stands there at the ready, unsure of how to proceed. "What... what just happened...? What is that?"The creature that was formerly Micha slowly pulls in the collapsed door. The wings press it down her spine and it turns the yellow lights into a white hot fire. Soon, she had consumed it all... The cries and whimpering stops, the girl looks up again, dropping her arms to her sides, but this time in a more battle ready stance. She didn't appear to be 'looking' towards anything in particular... just observing something that no one else could see. Her mouth opens... letting out a small gasp and sigh, as if finally getting over the pain. "aaaaahhh...."
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Post by frozenlake on Jun 5, 2016 15:41:56 GMT -8
Even as Micha's body was acting without her, he still wouldn't allow the scourge to kill her again, and looking for a way to keep her alive, Azure twisted toward the timelines in an attempt to save her... only to find them closed off, in the distance, due to the Scourge's interference.
"No."
Azure's dream form, the turning and twisting dodecaplex, began to accelerate to absurd speeds.
"I AM NOT"
The color of the dodecaplex started flashing, flickering between an azure shade, that of a green, rising to a white.
"LETTING ANYONE ELSE"
"DIE"
"ON"
"MY"
"WATCH!"
And the full capacity of Azure's power slammed into the Scourge's, yanking back at the timelines in a massive power struggle that could be likened to a game of tug o war. Events in the past that never happened existing again, even as fragments, as the power struggle continued.
He could only hope the effort would distract the scourge enough for Micha, or whatever that was, to finish the job.
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Post by metreu on Jun 6, 2016 19:21:20 GMT -8
Ark and his students linger near the hands they were fighting back. Angel was still trying to keep the wounded alive.
The reaper continues his assault on the hand he was fighting earlier, while Oberon continued a full assault on all hands with his pokemon.
Ark feels a sudden weight on the room and observes the girl who just ate the door of creation. His shoulders slack a bit in a bit of stunned silence.
Pulling himself together, he goes back to fighting the hand with his scythe, slashing away at it and trying to take it down.
He couldn't ignore the size of the soul behind him, for it consumed the battlefield in sheer size and power.
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Post by raz on Jun 7, 2016 15:56:50 GMT -8
Former players scatter in the wake of that being's awakening and destruction, the group of four throwing their hands up to brace themselves as they look on with horrified expressions. Raz, still locked in that clash with the heir, hisses his teeth as he's forced to keep his eyes on the foe in front of him: instinct calls up a barrier that deflects the thrown knife, and he disengages the heir with a step back, grip around his spear tightening.
"Oh... Oh god no what is she... What did we..."
"This can't be right.."
"What do we do now?! Dammit... don't tell me we don't have any choice but to leave it like this..."
"No way..."
The boy's voice calls them from their individual stupors, and the eyes of all four snap to him. Two of them know him directly, from aiding the recovery effort. The others, only in passing.
"So... What's your plan then, hotshot?! We tried reviving her and she turned into... that! There's nothing left!"
"There's no way I'm going to accept that! But... I-I don't know..."
By this time the heir's already re-closed the distance, coming down on Raz with a vicious overhead and murder in his eyes. Mumbling something again and again even as the boy wards off its attacks, defending the four with almost mechanical efficiency. His counters keep it at bay even as his mind lays elsewhere, processing what he's just seen and what he knows. The thing she just absorbed into herself... the door, and on it, sure it looked a little different, reconfigured, but. The White Wall console, that was it, wasn't it. The door and that together had to mean that Omega guy had a hand in this. But she wouldn't go along with it unless she had no choice, there was no way...
The heir makes another wide, vicious slash with one arm, noticing something. The look in his foe's eyes... the precision of his counters. It's all mechanical. Neat. Too neat. He's practically autopiloting through this fight.
Something he'll regret shortly.
The heir thrusts forward suddenly, and Raz makes a step to the side and a parry with the head of his spear to deflect. But at the last moment the heir reveals the thrust a feint, pulling its staff backward and bringing the back half in an overhead that snaps him from his thoughts. Hastily trying to readjust he lifts his spear but the blow sends him crashing to the ground, spear leaving his hands as he slides back and slams against an upturned chunk of ground.
"NRgh..!"
"Devour... devourdevourvour I'll...!"
The heir lunges forward with a downward stab, lone-eye narrowed to a pupil as it lets a raspy breath build to a frenzied howl. Raz's eyes widen as he throws his hand up to summon a mental barrier, but the thrust shatters the barrier with an almost insulting lack of effort, and he feels death rushing up his spine. But a resounding clang, as a pan outstretched over him blocks the strike: the shaggy haired boy, its wielder. Teeth grit with no shortage of effort he tries to force it back, the girl on his other side swinging a purse upward in the push he needs to knock it back.
"I'm sorry... We tried to help, but, it seems we've made things worse..."
"Yeah yeah... But, we're not giving up that easily! I mean, you're not, right? So, put that noggin to use and tell us what to do to fix it!"
"..."
Raz takes the second of breathing room to look around the room. To the hands, the heir, the thing Micha's become... And green in his eyes gains pinkish flecks as they widen, and linger on the last one. His gaze flits to the Heart/Blood hand currently being sapped by Nora, and his expression steels as he looks down to his hand. The heir lunges forward with another strike and the shaggy boy and troll girl, joined by the other two, steel their stances. But an unexpected strike from behind forces the heir to twist around in a hasty block of Kek's stab, the pair rushing forward.
"Alright... Alright, stay on standby, and stay alive! Bear with me, we're going to fix this!"
Raz scrambles to his feet, snatching his spear mid-run as he makes a beeline away from the heir and group, who all nod in unison as they fan out to attack from all directions in the aftermath of Kek's strike. Behind him, sounds of battle carry as he makes tracks, forcing his mind away from them. Around him the battlefield rages: Ark continues facing opposition in the form of Heart/Blood silhouettes blocking his way to the hand, but finds aid in the form of other players joining his side and pushing back. The hand itself, still off-balance, has no favors done for it as Nora manages to drain some of her own Blood aspect back, payback a sweet dish as she feels her powers returning. The Breath/Life hand retreats out of the way of Zwei and Ciel's attack into the storm, shrouded by wind, snow and hail that spreads out to rain on those surrounding in a deadly rain. Mimi and Dylan's team strike manages to eliminate one of the silhouettes but two more float in to replace it, their numbers greater still. At the very least they aren't growing in number but that's small comfort when the crown zooms around, raining bullets of hail and scatters of snow in endless harassment, some launching forward with scythes of razor wind brought down on Mimi and Dylan, but the pair find themselves aided by more players engaging silhouettes in pitched battle. The Mind/Time hand zooms upward out of the way of Raine and Thoren's team attack, zooming backward and away from them with a steady aim on staying alive. Behind them, a troll on rollerskates with a high-tech looking visor slides up, patting the pair on the back with a smile as he skates in place. Joined by another two, an unidentified alien with an insectoid appearance mostly hidden by the shawl they're dressed in that allows at least room for two antenna, and a human boy in a suit with a severe expression and beret, he looks up to the hand cutting an eratic escape and the green and red silhouettes guarding that escape as they fly toward them.
"Precognition's a bitch, folks. Of all of these things it's probably the hardest to hit, that Mind aspect can see it all coming, dig?"
"Striking it head-on will be difficult... The key will have to be unpredictable strikes, and a number of them in quick sequence. There is a limit to how quickly it can adapt and react, especially if we can divine it's own precognition."
"Its fate isn't set in stone. It's a prediction, a fallible one, and one we can overcome by staggering and coordinating our efforts."
The three brandish their weapons, preparing for the incoming swarm of silhouettes.
"Let's cut a group record, guys! No more sidelines for us, we're getting in on this beat!"
Elsewhere, Raz skids to a stop alongside Nora, forcing his momentum to a halt by way of stabbing his spear into the ground behind him.
"Hey! Black Sheep girl, what was your name... Right, Nora, right? I'm bringing Micha back and I could use your help!"
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Post by metreu on Jun 7, 2016 16:11:21 GMT -8
The new form that had taken over Micha's body, a creature of which has been referred to as "Solaris" by the program that activated, lifts away from the battlefield. Her ribbon like wings pulling her up into the air as she was approaching the Heir, but soon sets her glowing eyes on the Light hand.
The top ribbons extend away from her body as she moves, closing in on the Light hand. The wings plunge into and around the light hand and begins glowing with an intensity of light.
The remaining 4 wings curl forward in front of Solaris and create and X shape in front of her chest. The halo passes over her head and in front of her chest, locking into place. Solaris takes aim as the symbol in her chest lights up and creates a ball of light in the center of the X, funneling power straight from the light hand.
Solaris tightens her muscles as the ball of light expands into a white hot color. She sneers and yells, causing the ball to erupt outwards, sending a giant laser across the battlefield and straight into the Mind hand. She continues to sap away the Light power from the other hand, draining it to destroy the other hand on the field.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jun 7, 2016 23:18:51 GMT -8
Upon landing and somehow failing to land a hit with Raine, Thoren's pose is not of victory, but of anger. His palm thrusters blast jets of fire as he looks up to the broken ceiling and lets out a highly synthesized but clearly emotional battle cry. He gives a dirty look to the trollerskater, and then returns his focus to the Time/Mind hand that had eluded them. In an enraged frenzy, Thoren increases his speed with time powers and springs up with his leg thrusters to try and actually hit that fucking arm. "HOW DARE YOU DENY MY BELOVED HER GLORY!"He brandishes his scythe and with blazing speed he swings wildly at the time/mind arm, fire included. Obviously he's targeting somewhere where the massive fucking Light laser isn't. Raine can probably sense Thoren's incredible frustration, and if she has the desire to, could likely do something about it, thanks to not only their connection but her title as well. Meanwhile, the Seth army is not doing very well, having been trapped by fire and ice and hail and whatever the fuck else the sky has decided to throw at them. Raphael has been collecting snow and ice between his bones for a while, packing it into place for protection. Being a skeleton means not having to worry about the cold too much. He's learned this from his training on the ice planet. "Raph, what the fuck are you doing now?!" A seth wearing a Waluigi outfit, a luigi cap, and a pair of gauntlets asks him. He's also wielding some sort of large enchanted hammer. "I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING." the skeletal snowman bellows at the Waluigi. He then begins to trudge towards the life/breath hand that has taken refuge in the storm of its own making. Raphael raises his bonescythe and begins hacking away at the base of the arm. Most of the other seths are too preoccupied with the perils of the weather to assist him. They have gathered a bit closer to eachother for warmth, but with no results. None of them even produce heat anymore. None of them even have the right soul type to produce heat as a ghost either. Thoren must be a mold breaker on that one, considering all the other seths are red light ball type. There is one exception though, a seth with a soul that just looks like a flat pixelated red heart, though neither hot nor cold. He seems to be having difficulty dodging all the hail, but at least he's trying. He does seem to have more Determination than the average generic seth, for the most part. He changes back to his preferred form after a round of projectile dodging.  He chooses to FIGHT, joining Raphael in striking at the life/breath arm. His weapon of choice appears to be the frying pan. |
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Post by powerkitten on Jun 8, 2016 0:42:54 GMT -8
A vortex of magma and flames pours out of a square-shaped hole appearing in reality, which closes afterwards. The Lord of Typos and Retcons rises, and with a single shout transforms his creations into magma which fuses into him. "MAGMORCIT DEFIANCE!"The amalgamation that he morphs into appears to be semi-equal parts all seven of them. It swirls around however, a leg that appears clad in the powerKit armor may appear to be wrapped in Katie's tattered god tier rags the next. An arm might appear to be made of magma one second, and made out of the same material that *Aperture is made out of the next. It's body appears to exert lord-like dominion over Time, Space, Hope, and Rage in it's immediate area. ((Somewhat shitty reference image: www.dropbox.com/s/5s9us1ugt2b1v7y/20160608_032846.jpg?dl=0 )) The abomination attacks as one, it's body becoming engulfed in flames as hot as a white dwarf star. Although the searing heat has no effect on it's allies, it melts it's way through the sludgy "protection" of the Life/Breath hand. It leads Ciel and Zwei on in their attack. |
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Post by frozenlake on Jun 8, 2016 4:10:52 GMT -8
A second hole opens up, with an icy hand reaching though, slapping MC's face, before dragging him through and rewinding local time so no one remembers that fourth wall break.
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Post by SJmun on Jun 8, 2016 7:01:33 GMT -8
"...did you just see that?" Mimi blinks, staring at seemingly nothing.
"Unless it's gonna get our bases covered, just ignore it." Dylan spins the Rudolph bat around in front of him and a red time gear shield appears in the afterimage. It should slow down whatever might be trying to hit right in front of him, if not hit away by the bat itself.
The pekin blood witch begins working to steadily modify where the souls with the blood/heart hand are affiliated to the most. She begins to work her magic to strengthen the bonds they barely have with the lord of heart and weaken the ones they have with the arm. Being attached to him even more than they were before, it should be much easier to break ties with the arm now.
Meanwhile, Niki is shocked at Micha's transformation, not to mention the fact that her midna light arms just consumed a freaking endgame door!
The sheer luminance and importance is really making it difficult to ignore. She shudders, still trying to keep a steady grip on her lunar holographic corn staff. She continues to charge her attack, still unsure of what to aim for.
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