The plasma flew toward Acanous in yet another lethal volley, scorching the air around them as they passed. The damaged, drained and burned sky raiders fell like rain around him as a look of grim determination crossed his face.
The plasma made contact with Acanous' gate field, and stopped cold in the air before dissappearing- reappearing on the other side of his field, and burning onward as though he wasn't there at all.
(Eye of the Magus, only Acanous style it'd be a full gate-envelopment)
Frowning, he looked up at the 'bots.
"That's it. No more games."
Darkness blurred as Acanous appeared in the bots' formation, a circle of the black-on black negative energy appearing around him, sucking the light, heat, and energy from everything around him (Soul Drain)
"This Ends NOW!"
Pulling his fists back, he unleashed them in a dazzling display of what looked like speed, although it was actually small alterations of local time, his fists pummelling into the 'bots with the forces he had absorbed.
(So far as I know, I've only rezzed twice >.>
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
The bots knew not the definition of drained. While it was true Acanous had taken away energy from them, it would take more than a couple of seconds of energy absorbtion to even put a dent in their battery supply.
That being said, when Acanous attempted to unleash the stolen onto Jake's robots, they simply turned on a Personal Forcefield. When the hero got close enough to hit W0-07, he simply uttered, "lulz", and slammed him in the head with an extremely heavy metallic arm. Unless the hero had some means to completely ignore pain (Not unlikely considering what they'd seen), he should be soaring towards the ground due to being simply knocked unconscious.
Weaver Airfield
With a thunderous roar, a vicious explosion rocked the command and control center. But it hadn't been a bomb, nor any other sort of device even resembling an explosive.
"Aaaaaauuuuggggghhhh!" the base commander cried in frustration upon realizing the monitor his helmet had just smashed in twain would now have to be replaced as well, "I can't take this anymore! What in devil's name is going on here?!"
The staff about knew better than to interrupt their superior's fit. With any luck, it'd blow over quickly, before any of them made a noise that drew his attention.
Fat chance.
"Bjoernson!" the Huntsman bellowed in outrage at the clang of metal, his body whipping about to the man's station in a fury, "What...?!"
Against all expectations, the commander's voice suddenly grew silent. There was no Bjoernson. Not anymore, at least.
"Weapons." the Huntsman ordered with hard tone, his gaze slowly traveling to the vent cover above the unfortunate man's station; correction: the missing vent cover.
The Huntsman swore. He'd sent that message to the Fortress minutes ago! Why wasn't anyone responding already...?!
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With nobody answering, Groul and Danger departed the cafeteria in short order. There was work to be done. And true to their word, roughly ten seconds later, Danger's dark suit went up in smoke - almost literally.
The self-destruct sequence simply disintegrated the armor, leaving behind nothing but a mostly transparent cloud of greenish gas, which in turn traveled to the exhaust vents with speed. Even before it had reached them, however, the stuff had already dissipated into the air.
The same process disposed of Groul's battle-scarred armorsuit as the two passed it by the entryway once more, the towering draconian being carrying the diminutive Specialist upon his right shoulder, Danger holding the strap that secured Groul's heavy sword against his crimson scales.
"What an odd collection of people." the Specialist remarked after they'd left the final door behind them, the Field Commander trudging through a half-ruined subterranean parking garage, the claws of his sizeable feet crunching over rubble and debris, "I say we leave before they tick their planet off enough."
Groul only shrugged, the sudden motion of his shoulders eliciting a growl from Danger, "Hey, watch it, muscle head!"
"Sorry," the draconian creature chuckled with a toothy grin, "I'm a bit distracted."
"Aren't we all?" sighed the Specialist, "Don't worry - soon as Ki and I make sure Mr. Kaboom is alright, I'll head right over to the carrier. Acceptable?"
"Acceptable." Groul gave a nod as they emerged on the surface, the ATC already in view...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The arm came into contact with Acanous' field, and seemed to disappear, the portion that woukld have hit him appearing on the other side.
Oddly enough, it diddn't fall to the ground, and stilleregistered as attatched to the bot. It was as though the local reality was a stream, and Acanous had become a rock in that stream, parting the world, yet not harming it as it continued to flow normally around him.
The forcefield did little to dissuade his attacks. He knew that with enough negative energy applied, they would fall. The energy he had stolen aided him still, helping him to land blows as well as adding to thier damage, and he continued his assault. (Shadow Punch, Smite, Shadow Punch, Shadow Maul)
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
W0-07 was as confused by this as a robot could be, but paid it no mind. Using their logic programming to determine that pretty much any means of physical attack would be met with failure on their part, they simply waited. Surely this reality distortion wouldn't last long.
Or at least, not nearly as long as their forcefields.
Still laughing, W0-07 took the blows with almost nothing to show for it, pretty much setting in stone the fact that simple negative smashes weren't going to break through.
Bladewing saw Energon take a hit and his jaw dropped.
"Okay, this new bad guy has to be the dumbest sod that I have EVER encountered..worse than Rularuu."
Roaring, Bladewing dove in at Cry, swinging his sword with enough force to crack a 20 foot block of impervium in two, right at the diminuitive ghost baby's shield.
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
The baby laughed and pointed at his head, *Your human aren't you, I see all.* The shield collapsed and the baby disappeared inside. A small wisp was left, the faint giggle hissed like a TNT fuse going off. The sword reached the center when all this had come to happen and the bomb of ethereal energy exploded.
Cry was standing erect farther up with a grin on his hand. "That wasn't nearly enough to kill you know is it?" A new bubble formed and Cry prepared himself to shapeshift.
((I HAS BEEN SICK, I AM BACK.))
"Jesus!" One of the Skiff pilots growled, shielding his eyes as the explosions rocked his ship. Slowly steadying his powerful but altogether too-light-for-the-big-bangs Skiff, he sent out a radio broadcast to his disoriented Raiders, right as the Skiff hit the building and exploded brilliantly again.
"Fire on that damn target! He must still be in there!" The practically blinded leader yelled, and the Raiders obliged, unwittingly hosing the Arachnos troops with a wide arc of fire.
Bladewing smirked through the clearing smoke.
"A psychic? oh please, as if I havent slaughtered thousands of your kind before, I even had the pleasure of banishing your predecessor a few times."
Assuming sitting lotus, Bladewing brought out his tome and began to mutter various wards and enhancement spells, as well as a few certain banishment spells that had cause Ghost Widow to take an extended involuntary vacation to the astral plane.
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
"Nothing to see here, move along." One of the assistants, a fotunata fateweaver, said in a pleasent and hypnotic tone, and it was clear there had been a hint of a Psionic suggestion in there.
"Once you get back from your next mission, I'd like a word with you." Arbiter Daos informed Tamesis before heading past him towards the Commander. "I'll be in my office here when you get back, within all likelihood."
"What the HELL is going on here? Who the HELL are you and what the HELL do you want?" Cynic demanded of Daos and his assistants as they approached.
"You'd better come with us. This will take some explaining. We mean you no harm, this was just a rather large and uncontrolled misunderstanding." Daos said in the tone of a patient adult explaining quantum mechanics to a four year old while one of his assistants opened the door Cynic had been trying to get through.
Acanous shook his head a little as his blows simply glanced off of the robot's shielding. There was just no helping it, he was going to have to go outside the box on this one.
He shifted inside his field, moving in dimensions that were strange and unpredictable, even to him. Especially to him.
The Gate was his only anchor, the only thing that kept him from being swept away upon the astral tides. Taking a breath and holding it, he looked at the situation from a different viewpoint- one from the stance of someone existing in 11th dimensional space, and thoroughly aware of it.
The robot's sensors would be picking him up again, although there was a strange resonance that he was emitting, almost as though he was more REAL than the surrounding area.
Acanous knew that there'd be no way for him to stop anything the bots threw at him now, but the active layer of multispace that he occupied would at least still disperse any incoming damage for so long as it held.
Meanwhile, he could use this 11th dimensional viewpoint to attack his opponents from directions they propably diddn't even know existed, and only one society he had ever encountered had created shields that could encompass 11 dimensions at once.
(Popped Gaes.)
His eyes wide, taking in more than enough to overwhelm a common man, he directed his energies again at the robots, summoning dark tenticals of nether-energies to attack W0-07, trying to rip the robot apart.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Ack... okay, waiting on Project_M to respond to Bladewing magicking at Cry, and for Krazy to respond to his bots suddenly being blasted by the concentrated fire of the remaining Sky Raiders, before I can respond with either E-X or Target >.O))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((Actually, Project might very be waiting for you there. His character is fighting Enropy's and yours at the same time, after all. 
))
"Contact: n-d energy."
Ken's hooded head swept around at the report, the veiled saurian's gaze wandering to the sensor station. It didn't look much different from any other console in the trapezoidal bridge; a standard touchscreen terminal that allowed direct interaction with its large display monitors, blending nominally to the same blue-gray terconium structure of the floor and walls.
The ceiling held an obtuse slant, sloping downward above the boundary that separated the two tiers of the bridge, a panoramascreen taking the place of the standard armor plating there. A few steps led down to the lower tier both at port and starboard, and a slim railing complete with more command terminals in turn seamlessly swept along said guardrail, just as they did at the other walls - with the exception of the 'narrow' head, of course.
"Position?" Ken wanted to know, already suspecting a linear departure. Luckily, this was of course not so, and to his great relief - the shadow tracker was supposedly one of the few things that hadn't been in need of repairs at the beginning of this whole mess.
"How interesting." came the audible smile from beneath his hood. It seemed these primitives weren't as inexperienced as he'd initially thought; then again, there didn't seem to be much control there. He'd need a closer look, "Dispatch a fire team. Observation procedure Seyga..."
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Sorry, I'm away for the weekend. Expect a post on Sunday.))
"You are an annoyance beyond sufferable doubt. There are mothers more formidable here at the moment." Cry laughed at the charms until the hexes came forth and then did the baby cringe as his body started to be forced into transperancy.
"I will leave something before I return!" The face of the baby melted into shadows of a laughing shade of terrors. The voice booming and dark, unwordly and godly.
The symbols swirled within the bubble, had Cry... shown his true apperance a muck of spirits and demons? The bubble still stayed in spot, nothing in it or surrounding it.
The ground shock and the terraforming monster reappeared, its body littered with rubble and broken down cars and stones. But now the monster pulsated thrumming with energy.
"My body is gone, but the mind is always present my dear toys!"
"Damn." Cynic said, slightly stunned by what Daos had just told him.
"Indeed. Now what I'M concerned about," Daos said in that famous level voice of his, "Is HOW you became an Arbiter. According to you, you simply appeared, and two other Arbiters and a patron failed to recognize you, and your personal file in the registry appears to have been deleted by rogue hardware. I won't press the situation, for the sake of keeping everything tidy, but if you have any insight into HOW you became an Arbiter, that would be appreciated."
"Nope. Never even been to this planet before, I reckon." Cynic said in a far-away voice of one who has just realized they have won the billion dollar lottery. ""I have the same authority as the head honcho?" He said, obviously dazed.
"That would be Lord Recluse, yes." Daos responded, gritting his teeth. Sometimes, even he hated how he was above factionalism.
"I can get my own squad of troops and everything?"
"Yes."
"I have access to all of Arachnos technology?"
"Most of it, at any rate."
"Do I have diplomatic immunity?"
"Yes, but in most cases that is going to be ignored. Don't count on it to save you in hostile territory."
"Do I need to follow orders from anybody?"
"Lord Recluse and his patrons. That narrows down to five people."
"I love my new job." Cynic said, recovering. "How do I organize stuff and what-not?"
"Ah, well that's where a small explanation is required again..." Daos trailed, signaling an assistant who left the room.
"How much more detail stuff am I going to need to get?" Cynic said uncomfortably. Daos was smiling. Anyone else would have understood that his meant doomsday could be right around the corner. Daos NEVER smiled. And this wasn't a 'haha' smile, this was, 'I'm a malevolent old [censored] and you're in big trouble,' kind of smile. Cynic was nonplus. The assistant reentered the room. Dragging a medium-sized cart behind him loaded with boxes, all crammed with official-looking papers.
"Might as well start now, get it over with." Daos said, ignoring the question. "Now we'd better start off with that first box there, it should have the explanation for the override SOMEWHERE in there. Be a good fellow and pass it over would you?" Cynic stared at the boxes, and something inside of him screamed. Twice, because it ran out of breath.
He didnt have time for this.
***
What is the purpose? Why should I go on? Why would it be different? Yes. I must go on because I am what I am. I have slain gods and demons, I have defied that which is, and those who are. I have brought an end to the beginning, and I was old even when the first star was born. I am the empathetic evil. I am the fear of the ascended. I am the corruption of sanity and the perversion of purity. And I AM UNENDING. But why? Why HERE? Why NOW? Why AGAIN? Why to EVERYTHING. There is no REASON. There is only DESPERATION. Something with which I am not familiar. There is turmoil in the drop. There is power flowing in the pit. I am opposed by the most powerful foes there can be: The modest and the meek. The foolish and the ignorant. Those who defy LOGIC. They are the deadliest of foes, for they will seek to accomplish that which cannot be done. But alas, why do I worry of logic? I am not logical. I am the fear of the unknown and I am the nightmare of the great. My fanaticism alters the truth. My deception conceals reason. My darkness corrupts grace. My anarchy overcomes law. My instinct subdues duty.
But the scales and the balance. If there is anything that I can fear, it is those. For whatever goes around comes around.
And for all my abilities of deluding, deceiving, perverting
What if I use them on myself? What if I am the fool on the hill? What if
What if
NO.
I WILL NOT. I CANNOT. I AM NOT. I DEFY. I PERSIST. I ENDURE. I CREEP, AND WHEN THE TIME COMES, I WILL SOAR. I WILL BE! I REFUSE TO CEASE! I WILL FUNCTION! I WILL INFECT AND FEED! I WILL SOW AND REAP! I WILL KILL AND DESTROY! I WILL!
I will.
I will
For I am the many faces of evil.
I am the Masquerade of that which was never meant to be.
***
Some time ago
"So what now?" Cynic asked Viz Wiz.
"Well, we'll probably wind up sending a team there anyway to put an end to the problem. You should probably just go home and deal with that dimensional alien god invasion, pretend this never happened."
"Oh. Yes. The dimensional alien god invasion." Cynic said, frowning to himself beneath his helmet. "Errr...Look, why don't we check the cell to see if he's still there? We need to be SURE you know."
"HELL NO." Viz Wiz said, the eyes all over his body widening in horror. "There's a REASON we LOOK everywhere for him EXCEPT for where we last imprisoned him. Remember LAST time he got loose? That was because somebody opened the door in an attempt to raid the place. And HE had an assault group going in with him."
"Err..." Cynic thought desperately. "...And THAT'S why you'll never find him! He's hiding where you'll least expect him to be!"
"What?" Viz Wiz uttered, every eye blinking once.
"Yes! He's HERE, plotting your downfall!" Cynic said, grasping at the offered life-preserver. "He's manipulating things and crap! Yea! You'll be [censored] every which way until it stops being funny and there will be explosions and stuff and people will be running around screaming stuff about doom and...MORE EXPLOSIONS." Cynic had struck gold. The crew HATED explosion more than anything else. They had explosive consequences. Every eye covering Viz Wiz was opened so wide, Cynic could have sworn they would all pop out. "Besides, if the presence of evil were obvious, it wouldn't be nearly as dangerous." Cynic went on, "So knowing he is here would be helpful. So you know, you can prepare. Explosions."
"But..." Viz Wiz mumbled, shaken. "How will...subdue if he's in there?"
"Well, think of it as a WAR." Cynic reasoned. "Wars are won with strength, valor, and numbers. 'Specially numbers. Just send in enough people. OR ELSE THERE WILL BE EXPLOSIONS AND FIRE AND CHAOS AND EXPLOSIONS AND STUFF AND EXPLOSIONS AND SCREAMING AND EXPLOSIONS AND EXPLOSIONS!" He screamed. He took a good look at the eyes again, and felt very pleased with himself. The bit about explosions was very effective.
"Err...I'll go and...something...Stay here...be back... Viz Wiz muttered in a shocked voice. He really hated explosions. REALLY. He drifted off to the door.
"Explosions." Cynic said in a quiet voice, just loud enough for the eye-covered man to hear. He hastened his flight across the room.
***
NOW
[u]Mercy Island[u]
It was relatively peaceful in Mercy today. Which meant, of course, that the citizens were being oppressed, stolen from, murdered, brutalized and terrorized. In fact, there was only one place on the entire island where none of that was actually happening. The infamous clock tower in the center. For some very strange reason, it had been constructed without any doors. Nobody could get inside, so it was fairly safe. And peaceful. A scene of tranquility in hell.
There was a sudden glint in the sky, followed by a whistling noise imitated by some warheads as they streaked at their targets. There was a sudden red blip in the sky, which turned into a meteor, which turned out to be nothing more than a red glare as it descended. It smashed right into the tower, and the entire upper section exploded. Glass flew everywhere and stone shattered and crumbled and flew in every direction, leaving a charred and smoldering crater atop the tower where the grand clock used to have been.
***
Every mentalist within three hundred yards suddenly fell over dead, including some Arachnos fortunatas and widows. Every mentalist within a mile suddenly felt an enormous pang of pain, worse than being shot a dozen times, in their heads. Every mentalist within five miles was bowled over by some invisible force that swept past them. Every mentalist within ten miles felt a twinge run through them that made every bone ache and every muscle become sore. Everyone else almost everywhere had the sudden impression that something had just gone horribly, horribly wrong in the worst possible way. It hadn't really, but these sort of things do tend to be dramatic, and people are stupid and impressionable creatures.
***
So now there was a ruin where the top of the clock tower used to be, and there was a gigantic surge of psionic energy in the area that was the equivalent of a massive beacon to anybody with mental abilities. If there was anybody with psionic abilities within the Rogue isles that DIDN'T sense it, then they couldn't really be qualified as having psionic abilities at all, which was a bit of a perplexing situation in the case of people who had no sensory nerves, like telepathic robots. Mostly they just monitored an increase in the amount of psionic energy in the background. There was so much psionic energy that this narrator was forced to use the word psionic as much as possible just to get the point across that there was a lot of psionic energy around, which could be easily sensed by any with psionic abilities.
Psionic. HA!
Happy [censored] New Year to the Rogue Isles!
Tamesis simply blinked, Daos's orders subconsciously registering in his head as he followed Daos and Cynic walking out of sight. "What the [censored] just happened here?" He said rather loudly, most of the soldiers in his section of the base hearing it.
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"Nothing to see here, move along." One of the assistants, a fotunata fateweaver, said in a pleasent and hypnotic tone, and it was clear there had been a hint of a Psionic suggestion in there.
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"Yeah, yeah." He muttered, waving the fortunata's statement off with the wave of a hand. "Hush hush situation. Jesus." He walked off toward his next assignment, relayed to him by a Bane Spider from Malak, his annoyance showing clear his his body language.
((Just a quick refresher, what were Scirrocco's orders, again?))
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While it was true that the robots had no concept of the eleventh dimmension, (Hell, they barely had a concept of the first four.), it didn't keep the shield from defending them from everything. It didn't matter where the attacks were coming from, unless it completely and totally overwhelmed the forcefield, no attack would make it budge.
((Somebody is using the eleventh dimension?
Uh-oh...
DEVIOUS! WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!))
OOC:
Not orders - though Scirocco may be the de facto big cheese of Arachnos until Recluse gets back, he still thinks of himself as just the go-to guy for things the Arbiters can't handle. 
As for the message:
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"Something's really getting to them over there." she went on with the last she'd heard, "Everyone with mental powers is dead in the water, and apparently there's a movie monster eating people. They think it might be some mutated from of Hydra."
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"Get a message to Tamesis." he told the communications operator, "He is to proceed to the airfield as soon as possible to correct this situation. Give him any aid he desires. If he cannot, inform our carrier in Independence Port to launch a flight."
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As for the situation there, some schmuck in the C&C center just got nabbed, so the rest are pointing guns at the ceiling.
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Energon X reeled back as Cry's Hand uppercut him... or rather, the containment armour did. The helmet popped off as if the Blaster had been decapitated, and the suit simply hung in the air for a moment, in apparent defiance of the laws of physics. Then it tumbled away, dropping to the pavement far below. A trail of blue energy, faint in the sunlight, fanned out behind it... then drew together, coalescing slowly at first, then faster.
The vague outline of Energon X hung in the sky, a phantasm of blue power, for a second or two. Then it wavered, distorted, and gradually re-formed into a blazing ring.
The ring wavered for a second, then dropped like a stone, slowing to a hovering halt at around the monster construct's knee level... or at least, around where its knees would be, if it had any.
Time seemed to halt for a moment, then a silent shockwave roared out, all-but-invisible as the physical laws of a protoverse radically different from our own collided violently with the natural laws more familiar to the denizens of Paragon City.
Then the ring oriented itself on the sludge monster. The world held its breath once more, and Energon X managed a last, desperate call, manipulating his energies to connect to the comm systems. "Control's gone... overloading... can't... stop..."
Cry had been pushing Energon X hard, trying to overload him, pushing him into a feedback loop that spiralled out of control... and Bladewing's arrival, with powers unleashed, had only made matters worse, no matter his intentions. Cry was about to get his depraved little wish.
A final, despairing whisper... "Help... me..." and the sky was torn in half.
A beam the width of a city block vapourized fully three-quarters of the giant monster's mass in a heartbeat, sizzling over the top of the War Wall and into the trackless infinity of deep space. An instant later, the thunder came, a wall of sound that echoed and reverbrated off the facades of Steel Canyon's remaining skyscrapers... and the silent shockwave of clashing realities lashed out once again. The Sky Raider forcefields that had survived Target's initial onslaught popped like soapbubbles under the pressure... soon to be followed by all others in the area.
And still the beam roared forth, as Energon X struggled valiantly to keep it focussed... lensed... rather than risking it becoming an uncontrolled explosion that would blow Steel Canyon, and most likely the rest of Paragon City, off the map.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Bladewing jerked around as Energon exploded.
"Oh hell, now were in trouble."
Feverishly chanting, Bladewing began casting every single power supressing and absorbing spell he knew, and a few that he dredged out of his arcane tomes, praying that they would be able to help energon contain his power and establish control.
Glancing at his sword, Bladewing released it's bindings, allowing it's black hole nature to become fully realized, and then spun it so it became a disk of ravenous blackness.
"I hope this works."
Grunting, Bladewing hurled the disk into the path of Energon's beam, causing a good portion of it to bend and be absorbed by the lightless abyss.
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
OOC: Sorry about my extended absence graduated from highschool and got stuck at my moms for a month long party. Still recovering from that actually. Can anyone catch me up?
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
((Go and watch some episodes of dragonball Z, and that will pretty much cover everything on Entropy and Chameleon's end.
And let's see...things are falling apart at Weaver airfield, arachnos troops are being PWNZORD by a mystery monster. It is suspected to be the Hydra. Dark Rover has just detected N-D stuff, so some major [censored] is probably about to go down there. Fight with Cynic and Tamesis is over, Arbiter Daos intervened and told Cynic HE was an honorary arbiter, and a meteor just crashed into the clocktower in Mercy island and unleashed a Psionic wave of energy that is acting like a beacon for anyone in the Rogue Islands and possibly Siren's call.
I miss anything?))
The monster vaporized the sound of the beam humming was enough to shatter anyone's ears. Cry couldn't be heard laughing, laughing, and laughing. An echo roared in the area, gripping those who knew what to fear.
"You won't be needing that, there is a simple way to fix this." Cry faintly came back into the world, Bladewing's spells broken.
"Normally I would just banish this monster to mists, but I can't get a target. But I think you provided a nice construct from which I can funnel his energies into a more proper place." Cry wasn't going to risk being in front of Energon-X's beam, even he would have a hard time reconstructing his soul after that.
"Your out there somewhere Energon-X, now its time!"
Cry drove the hammer, penetrating the bubble that kept the zone in shadows for nearly a decade. Cry touched every mind, learned dozens of secrets, retrieved the identity of any living being with a mind and then the memories of those who did not.
That split second, and the shield went up and Cry was once again not able to see under the ground. "I would drain myself if I were you, you were such a fun toy to play with, I don't want to lose you so early. And then if you explode, that leaves nearly a handful of Arbiters left, a thorn in my side that Malak is gone, and a clear path to victory with that fortress below you gone."
This was but the beginning, now everything was going to fall into place. Cry gained a guardian, a powerful warrior and psychic who hungered for power. Cry fought a won agaisnt the strongest known hero Energon-X, not by power but by manipulation forcing him to overload and possibly take himself out. And then a twinkle in the distance, something that Cry would use to purge the fortress.
Cry was going to keep the secrets of the Bastion to himself, Scriocco, and Scarlet Eye. And when the time came he would unleash Scarlet Eye upon that hive and tear them all apart.
But now, something of greater importance came up. Somehow Daos had gotten to the mystic star charts and learned of the meteor known as the Calamity. Arbiter Daos knew what it was and already brought in someone to take it down, someone who had the skill and knowledge of destroying the mind. A threat to Cry and the Calamity.
The Calamity itself was a sentient being, but a weak one who knew how to feed upon it. To think this thing was a cousin to Cry, a much older and frailer cousin to Cry. Cry liked the idea, this thing was going to be eaten whole.
The buildings cracked and fell, giving enough time for Cry to figure out what happened before the War Wall came into view. The air shimmered and the forcefield part of the Wall fell. The concrete structure became a ooze and caught the spinning bubble Cry was in.
The monster now reformed suddenly boomed from the energy Cry transferred it from the punches of Energon-X and the kinetic flight to the War Wall. The monster roared and then returned to rock where every crack pulsated a pink. The monster tumbled piece by piece each falling half-way then shotting at Energon-X in the distance.
"I can't see the moves in your head but now I know to look elsewhere." He crept into his foresight seeing the next moves Energon-X would make, that gave him a 95% chance of knowing the next 3 moves and from there a 40% of knowing the next 3. Though this battle was starting to drain Cry the tipping point of critical mass was about to be reached and if Energon-X could starre into the pupils of the baby he could see the plan and the energy built up, a red dot of anger.
The carcass of the monster fell apart as the bubble zipped in a shockwave across the landscape vaporizing the rocks still in flight from the last volley. Cry was so caught up in the fun that he didn't even realize that he had in fact taken damage to his body he was neglecting to answer for a call to heal.
Where this damage was on his body the psionic dimensional shield was weakest, giving a hint to Cry's own biography, that his body was but a manifestation of his mind...
((I want to be more specific on Cry's abilities and weaknesses I felt I wasn't so clear in my last description of them))
His fist raised, the air wavered and an astral projection of the Hand, a minion of Cry. It truly was tool of two in creating balance in the world, but in Cry's hands it was a hammer that shattered any laws it came across. The hand came into the physical word, something it rarely did in Cry's use, and came in a uppercut into the armor of Energon-X. The contact popped an explosin and Cry quickly brought up his defenses awaiting to change to drain the bi-fold attack Energon-X would bring about to equalize.