An Immortal Injustice

[3kul]

~Dammit, all these morons are too distracting...~ Little Sister silently cursed to herself, her eyes spinning about to go from displaying a '9' to an '8'.

Brepho had expected that she'd get all worked up with Tachyon's request to meet the strongest resident, but he didn't know that Little Sister had dealt with many people over the years who'd asked the same thing and had learnt that these people tended to be useless upstarts just looking for a fight to try and prove themselves. They were typically weak fools who didn't know what they were doing, and so Little Sister tired of dealing with them. If somebody else wanted to stroke their ego and claim the title of 'strongest' then she'd let them, as in the end she could comfort herself with the knowledge that only she was truly the strongest of all.

"Um... This is all feeling a bit over my head, but why do we believe that the world coming to an end, exactly?" Brepho was not entirely convinced that the world was ending just because they'd seen something weird in the sky, especially considering that this was Blackstar and strange things in the sky were usually considered to be quite normal.

[Swix]

Lykaios had to stop himself from laughing maniacally at the new creature who'd identified himself as Tachyon. Not only was he some sort of fox, he'd had to modify himself with all sorts of odd mechanical apparatus. The first thing you don't do when walking over to a group whom you have some sort of interest in their powers is bring attention to that fact. It just put you in a far worse position, since then they'd be keeping a much closer eye on what you were doing. So the white wolf decided to ignore Tachyon, besides he seemed much more interested in the two Lords.

"Fighting between ourselves is pointless" Lykaios said, although his voice was aimed at no-one in particular it was clearly meant for Ensichrys and Dracolepus. The white wolf waited for the others the Lord of Order mentioned to appear, and it wasn't long before one of them blotted out the golden sky above their heads with his enormous shadow.
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Furnace had gotten impatient with waiting for EnD and Caton to come up after him, it was possible the Elders ship was broken or there was some other reason for them not to be taking off-either way, it would have gone cmpletely over his head were they to explain as he'd never understood machines. It was even possible the mechanical object was right behind him whilst he'd flown towards Dojopolis and he didn't know it, but all the adult Dark Fire Dragon wanted to do right now was find out why Ensichrys had gone where he had and just left hs old colleagues behind.

Once he was there, his great reptilian body and narrow wings caused a gigantic shadow to pass over the group as Furnace scanned beneath him for the Lord of Order. Once his dull red eyes had a fix on the gathering the massive reptilian circled around before coming to land on the large roadway, his claws causing yet more cracks in the concrete as they supported the dragons immense weight, which itself caused a small earthquake-like feeling on the ground. His narrow body nevertheless brushed against buildings on both sides of the road, and the dragon had to keep his wings half furled and staright up since they'd otherwise collapse the dwellings.

~Ensichrys~ Furnace addressed the knight directly through mindspeak, 1500 years old and he still wasn't used to greeting strangers politely ~the others will be coming shortly. Parhaps there's something you want to tell us?~

[Chronos]

Ensichrys was now faced with several difficult decisions at once.

"I can assist. I can intervene. I can prevent. But not for both of you. Decide in whatever way which of you deserve my attention."

Ensichrys thought for a moment about fighting Dracolepus again, but decided there was little point. Ensichrys had always been the superior, ever since the death of Alloexustio.

Dracolepus had other ideas. He knew he'd not win a fight with both Ensichrys and his terrestrial leviathan directly beneath them. Tachyon, however, didn't seem very tough. Perhaps the whole thing could be stopped if the cyborg was out of the picture for good...

"Um... This is all feeling a bit over my head, but why do we believe that the world coming to an end, exactly?"

Dracolepus scowled at the child. "Rips in the sky don't just happen for no reason- not even here."

Mortracta gave a somewhat friendlier answer to Brepho. I can feel it in my roots. Something bad is visiting us. If I were you, I'd do what the others say.

"Fighting between ourselves is pointless."

Dracolepus was now insulted enough to speak to his "inferior." "On the contrary, little puppy. Fighting between ourselves is absolutely essential. This very realm is built upon it. Now be quiet and let us handle this."

The Lord of Order wanted to shut Dracolepus' impudent mouth when Furnace arrived on the scene, like a breath of Hell's fresh air.

~Ensichrys, the others will be coming shortly. Perhaps there's something you want to tell us?~


Mindspeak was quite possibly the most useful new ability Ensichrys had learned from his new Lordly arsenal. He turned slightly in Furnace's direction.

~Furnace, I know as a group, we've had some problems, and I apologize for my hasty leave. My new title is going to require much explanation later, but for now I need the old EC to try and stick together. It looks like things are a lot worse than we feared. That tear in the sky is very bad news.~

Ensichrys sighed. EnD and Caton would be on the way now. Perhaps the young pup of Chaos was right about the newcomer.

Dracolepus had enough of the idle chit chat. He looked now at Tachyon. "Observe our destruction, eh?" He took a few paces toward the cyborg. "You think you're funny? Ho ho! So am I. I'm a real barrel of laughs!"

Ensichrys saw what Dracolepus was about to do, but was not fast enough. "You little idiot! Don't even think about it!" He was too late. Dracolepus surged forward, brandishing his scythe arms and laughing madly. He was going to tear Tachyon apart.

[Cirrial]

The sport begins!

Tachyon's optical cylinders jerk towards the approaching Dracolepus, before he stares fixatedly at the ground.

He does not move, waiting for Dracolepus to get closer and closer, and he does not break his focus.

And as soon as Dracolepus gets even close enough to touch him, Tachyon vanishes completely and utterly. He appears, just behind the charging Dracolepus. No hint of a transition in movement, just an abrupt change of location. As if Tachyon had always been standing here the whole time.

With lightning dexterity he holds out his right hand, and removes the glove from it with his left. Underneath, his hand is an entwined mesh of thousands of thin metal filaments, which begin to twitch and unwind, snaking in the air.

In one movement, he pivots on the ground as the thousands of tendrils that were his hand all move as one in a similarly disjointing way to his movement earlier. They all seem to just change position without any movement in between, but erratically, all over the place, but curved and poised to stab at and into Dracolepus with unfathomable sharpness.

"I came here to observe your destruction. I never clarified what I meant by 'your'."

He tries to know the entities nearby, tries to read the universe around him, but cannot. Slightly taken aback, he ignores this failing.

"You, who have chosen this action, will be destroyed."

[Swix]

Lykaios bared his teeth at the tripod, the Lord of Chaos was clearly an impudent and impulsive young fool. Most of these were understandable, well, except that of being a fool.

"If I am a puppy then you have not yet been concieved" he muttered, though he turned his wolfish head to watch Dracolepus and the newcomer go at one another. Another interesting fight, today was proving more fun than he'd planned.

[Zerrer]

Ignoring the rabble below, and taking little notice of the shadow from overhead, Zerrer continued with his runes.

Wrapping his mind around the power, and commanding it to obey his wishes, he wove the runewords into an ethreal mantle. He donned the cloth, the energies and purpose.

Suddenly and abruptly, he started singing. The words were unrecognizable, vocal forms of the runes, He was singing complementary words, empowering them, enhancing them.

[Chronos]

Dracolepus missed Tachyon by a mile due to his warping ability, but seemed oddly apathetic to his failure. This was very odd for him, but it was doubtless the cyborg knew this. Dracolepus then ran toward Tachyon a second time, still laughing insanely. Now the Lord of Chaos simply erupted forth- much faster than before- as a black smoky mass. It swirled around Tachyon, enveloping him in shadow.

"Haha! They fall for that one every time!"

Ensichrys looked up. Dracolepus was hovering above Tachyon with his dragonic arms and legs showing. He had fired another false shadow of himself. It was true that people fell for it every time. Dracolepus' shadow was very lifelike and his original body became extremely hard to see when a shadow of himself was present- unless he wished to be seen.

"What do you say, metal head? Still think you're going to observe my destruction? Or maybe you've decided to reconsider your offer?" Dracolepus' arms turned a deep black as he held them out to his sides. They'd provide a hasty expandable shield for one with such teleportation abilities. When Tachyon did warp, most of the shaded mass would follow him. Such was Nexus technology! The Lord of Chaos silently thanked his old master, then chuckled to himself. "This bugger's not nearly as tough as he thinks he is."

Ensichrys now spoke, if a bit louder over Zerrer's sudden outburst of song, "Dracolepus, stop this. You know what will happen if he destroys you!"

"Oh, shut your beak, Tweety! I can handle this guy. I'm not that far behind you."

[Cirrial]

Tachyon's hand reforms into its previous shape, and as quick as before pulls the black leather glove he had removed from it back on.

This should not be happening. Why is this happening? He tries to shake the feeling that something is very, very wrong. Something he has felt since he first repositioned himself into this realm, this universe-

This universe. This universe! This is no land of my dominion! I am weaker here, so long as I am seperated from the origin universe. ...No matter. Even in a weakened form my power is greater than any mortal being.

He does not even pause to consider the possibility of there being other immortals here, apart from himself. Once more he tries to glean some insight into the mindsets of those around him, but yet again he cannot glean so much as names.

He slowly cranes his head upwards. Were it not for his ability to decouple his point of view from his actual body, he would have a hard trouble even seeing. And as his head moves upwards, his view flies above and fixates on the golden seam in the sky.

"Were it another place, you would not have survived to act so impudently!"

He retreats, while justifying his actions several times as a necessary step, and not a gesture of cowardice. The Eyes do not run! I instill fear into all that meet my gaze! Were this the origin universe, he would be greatful for surviving so long.

He freefalls, stares at the ground, and reappears upright on a grassy plain, rethinking his plans.

[Chronos]

((Cirr, am I correct in assuming that Tachyon is now gone from sight? If not, tell me and I'll edit my post accordingly."

Dracolepus was overjoyed that he seemed to have won the battle with the odd cyborg. "Hahaha! And stay away, robo-rat!" The Lord of Chaos looked back at Ensichrys and drifted back to the ground. "Told ya, feather-face. That guy was a chump."

"Just hope," croaked the Lord of Order, "that you don't ever have to face him where he is strongest. Now please, no more of your interruptions. How can we hope to move forward if you keep up with your nonsense?"

Dracolepus opened his mouth, but Ensichrys raised a talon high. The Lord of Chaos clamped his mouth shut bitterly. Ensichrys could blast him unconscious if he really wanted to, and if he clicked his talons, Mortracta would probably make an appearance.

"Now," said the lordly knight, "what exactly should we be doing about this?" He looked at Zerrer. "He seems to know what he's doing."

[LordPsycho]

((Alright, it has been a while, but from what I can tell most of the principle participants are back. I have some truly epic writing for the reappearance of Au'Marui, so could someone kick this off again. Preferably Shaon, as I was waiting on her to make my appearance.))

[3kul]

((Posting here more to catch up than anything, in the hopes that when this thread does resume I'll not be reeling from RP lag ))

7... 6... 5...

The numbers in Little Sister's eyes slowly spun around as she watched the Dojo legends fight amongst themselves. Whether she herself realized what her eyes were doing was hard to say, as she was in a body that was mechanical in structure. If she did know, she wasn't making it obvious, and Brepho hadn't yet noticed it.

To be fair, the few moments of fantastical fighting had been pretty captivating. Just as well really, for after being scolded by Dracolepus for his ignorance he didn't feel like saying much. At least Mortracta had been kinder in her answer to his question.

The fight soon ended though, and the time came once again to discuss the problem at hand. Brepho tried to think of how to give a bit of valuable input (quite a difficult feat, considering that he was most likely the youngest and most inexperienced person here), and his chance to do so came as the topic of conversation changed to Zerrer, who was currently up to something high above them.

"He seems very destructive... He's probably not behind the end of the world, but what if he's trying to hurry it along?" Brepho didn't want to do something so bold as to suggest that Zerrer was responsible for the massive tear in the sky, for fear that he'd be reprimanded by the elder creatures about him for his own ignorance, but he felt that it was safe to question Zerrer's actions. Considering how he'd been rampaging about wildly before, it seemed stupid to the young Brephomancer to assume that Zerrer had suddenly decided to do anything incredibly helpful.

((Caton is still patiently waiting for EnD ))

[Swix]

((Considering I have to keep reading through three pages to understand what is going on/what my characters are doing and why, I think I'll follow 3kuls example and try to get rid of any possible RP lag later))

Lykaios turned his glowing yellow eyes from the area that Dracolepus and the thing called Tachyon had been fighting in, from where Tachyon had disappeared back towards the group as they began again discussing what was going on. The topic, oddly, the white wolf thought, had turned to Zerrer.

"The kid's right" Lykaios said, ethereal white glow swirling around his furred body as though he stood in the middle of a slow spinning whirlwind "that creature cares only for itself. You will not get answers from him" Never mind that, if the white wolf had seen him before the incident earlier, he couldn't recall it right now. "Perhaps a visit to the tear-once the others you speak of arrive" here, the Underling indicated Ensichrys as the 'speaker' referred to "would be in order"
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Furnace had been pondering Ensichrys choice of words, even during the fight between Tachyon and Dracolepus. That was another advantage of his age and what he had been doing-his patience and ability to think had greatly increased over the past thousand years. Eventually his gigantic head nodded slightly as he looked down at the group.

~Very well Ensichrys~ the Dark Fire Dragon conceded ~this business about the end of the world you appear to be discussing must take precedence~

He still waited however for the appearance of EnDs strange craft

[Cirrial]

((You guys have the right idea. I'm leaping back in the fray!))

Tachyon hovers in the skies once more, a couple of miles from the tear in the sky. He stares decisively at the golden rift, with his four cold, gleaming blue optical cylinders. Hairs of his blue fur fall to the ground as wires protrude from his face, wriggling as someone might wring their hands. Finally, they all snap back as if nothing had occurred.

For the first time in what must be centuries, he is unsure. He is almost afraid. But more than anything, he is absolutely furious.
The divine do not flee from abominations! The source of my power must be strengthened in this universe. I will show these fools that to toy with an Agent is to toy with a demise beyond mortal comprehension!

He throws his arms in front of him, spreading his fingers toward the rift, and concentrates. His body floats and bobs in the air, buffeted by storms of wind around the tear in the multiverse. Howling air that could tear most beings to shreds does little more than nudge the hanging Agent, his attentions completely focused on his work.

A few spikes of golden lightning launch out from the tear, darting towards Tachyon and veering away at the last second. He draws back his hands, clenching them, and begins to chant in a language of harsh grating noises, dissonant tones, and square waves. He chants louder, barely able to hear himself over the rising storm.

He finishes his chant and pauses to laugh maniacally. In the pause, a fork of lightning from the tear strikes him square in the torso, and launches a bewildered Tachyon to the ground.

[Zerrer]

((Well, I'm going to do my best to move this thing along.))

"It is done." Zerrer says, as a deep thrumming noise starts emanating from around him. No longer nude, he is clothed in a golden shimmering veil.

"Farewell, Beings of the Dojo. I will return a god!!" Using his wings, he flies directly into the crack in the skies.

((If there's some sort of unseen force preventing him from entering it, please mention so.))

[Shaon]

Paranesia watched the area with a marked interest. Neither the gods nor the mortals have reacted much yet. She was almost--

She felt something. A mind-- one she hadn't felt in ages. Centuries.

She had not felt this mind since her excursions to other universes, the excursions that lead to the rift in the sky. The excursions that lead to a rise of worship to her.

Immediately, she built an illusion she deemed familiar to him, one she distinctly remembered was the form she held when she first met him.

He laid on the ground, stunned.

~Tachyon. This is not your battle. Leave this universe.~

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Zerrer easily flies through the rift, but something seems off-- the world becomes drearier as he enters it. The world he has entered was not the beautiful, golden kingdom that he had seen.