Fantasy The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded (IC Thread) (OPEN)

[Space Buddha]

• Ickol fight
• Fou
• Dementia
• 9W

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  GM UPDATE: PVP
  
  
  

  Ickol Confrontational
  
  It wouldn’t do to let Original prepare for her, she needed to catch him off guard. One of the illusion Ickols “covertly” charged up a beam of energy to unleash a powerful attack on Original if not stopped. At least, that is what it would appear like. In truth, the real Ickol was among the other illusions flitting about, pretending to serve as a distraction and cautiously ready to react to any attacks or opportunities to take advantage of his lowered guard if they came.

  
  Original seems to take the bait, firing out a blast of golden energy at the illusion and causing it to dissipate. He snarls and looks around between all the illusions, attempting to discern which is which. Ickol could have an opportunity to attack here, as she actually seems to have the upper hand.
  
  Roll: Attack - 2
  
  Dark Ickol:
  O O O O O O O O O
  
  SUPER ORIGINAL
  O O O O O O O O O O
  
  
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  Space Buddha
  
  Fou
  
  Caith Palug didn't quite care about all the mosquitos and things biting and annoying the hell out of him. The pain he felt was minimal as a Tailed Beast, and his skin was sturdy enough to resist the most damage. Principally from lowly beings like random mosquitos, or squirrels. But regardless, it didn't take long (or maybe it did, time always acted weird to divine beings) for him to arrive at his destination. And...Truth be told, he couldn't help but be a bit surprised. This place looked oddly futuristic for some sort of 'last city.' But, he can't judge a book by its cover, even if it's cover looks good. For all he knows, it might be hell on earth there.
  
  And...While he is the most powerful of the Tailed Beasts, doesn't mean he can't be careful. As such, Fou closes his eyes and places his hands together, a small clone of himself appearing into existence with a small portion of his Chakra. Then, changing the position of his hands, the clone would transform again subtly, becoming a small enough mosquito by Fou's shapeshifting abilities. With that, Fou sends his Shadow Clone transformed into the small animal flying up. Even if it took the form of a mosquito, it should have enough stamina to fly around and find a way in.

  
  The front-end had a clearly pronounced gate guarded by a portcullis beneath the tree canopy, and flitting within the bars it would soon find itself in what would seem to be a kind of indoor city. It appeared as though it had multiple floors due to the low ceiling compared to the tower, and along the main road several buildings within the tower could be seen, the architecture of them appearing almost alive, in that they formed shapes unnatural for a metal or stone to be formed into by hand. Were it not for the trash littering the streets and odor so foul even a mosquito could smell it, the organic patterns of the architecture could be seen as beautiful. Regardless, the profane graffiti, piles of decaying and rotting flesh and general filth of the area would prove that, while not some torturous hell, it was most certainly a slum. Flying around this section of the city, which, while the rest of the world referred to it as various things, was apparently known officially as "Labyrinth", it would become obvious by the countless brothels, bars and instruments of depraved amusement that the Cult of Pleasure was given precedence here. Evidence of the Cult of Pain's presence was strangely absent, save for a few imposing officers in flesh-rending suits with all manner of hideous augmentations here and there. Similarly little evidence of captive humans could be seen on this floor, despite the fact that the cenobites had allegedly been abducting humans and other humanoids for their own amusement for centuries now, starting right around the time Fou was taken from them if he recalled correctly.
  
  A structure would soon be found that seemed to approximate an elevator, that is if you could call a massive self-animate tongue launching from a mouth in the ceiling that grabs you and seems to swallow you whole like some kind of chameleon or other long-tongued reptile an elevator. The users of this transport system seemed to mostly be members of the Cult of Pain, or Order of the Gash as they called themselves. They seemed to trigger it by magical means, and it was unlikely Fou's scout would be able to get up there. Looking around the undercity some more, he might be able to spot a few people he knew, seemingly ageless despite the countless centuries that have passed. Though, the amount the Cenobites modified themselves they may be hard to recognize, Fou remembered most of his old 'friends' tended to try on arms like a human tries on clothing. Regardless, it was certainly strange how the city was structured, with the Cult of Pain seeming to act as a brutal military police force when in Fou's time with the cenobites they were a fringe, with the 'horny ones' being the vast majority, perhaps this was connected to the abductions they committed? What could have led them to end up like this?
  
  
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  Of all the outcomes that Dementia had expected, a resounding success was not one of them. Faust had to actually repeat herself twice before Dementia finally understood that they had Sirens everywhere in the establishments. And not only that, but several wanted to work at the cafes! Dementia hadn't been planning on hiring anyone form outside his little empire, but this opportunity could prove to be quite the boon if handled correctly. He told Faust to accept one of the applicants, and informed her that, while Dementia would be watching the situation to prevent her from coming to harm, Faust would be the one to meet with the Siren personally.
  
  So it was that one of the Sirens applying for the job was given an appointment to see if they qualified. When the appointment came around and the Siren entered the Cafe, they were led by staff to one of the De-Stresser Rooms. It was well furnished, like the rest of the cafe was, with a table with two chairs, a large couch, and even a small bar with drinks set against a wall. Faust would be quietly waiting for them in the room, sipping from a filled wine glass, sitting on the large lounge couch, the only piece of furniture in the room big enough to fit her.

  
  Soon enough, a woman appearing human on the surface, albeit with Faust's magical abilities it was easy to determine she was projecting some kind of psionic illusion around herself to hide the body-markings, alien eyes, fangs, and various other features. She seemed quite confused as to why she had been given an escort into the back room, and were meeting with the company CEO. Regardless, the alien calmly set down her resume and spoke.
  
  "I was told you were looking to hire a baker at this location?"
  
  
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  Nine Whispers
  
  
  
  
  
  And as Krycek and Spender appeared once more, the latter would find himself in an unfamiliar and alien location, although the latter probably found himself in the complete opposite.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  It appeared to be the inside of a building, but Krycek could tell it was unlike any building he's ever seen. For one, the location seemed to go on for miles and miles, with staircases and multiple rooms leading to seemingly random places, with some stairs even standing upside down! And yet, despite this bizarre work of art, they both could see multiple men and women of various species walking about. Shadowkin, Novakin, Zeruelim, Gnomes, Humans like them-- there wasn't a whole army of them, but...Their numbers didn't matter, as they could see them walking about the strange contraptions and strange architecture that defied physics like it was nobody's business!
  
  Krycek would know the name of this building as an agent of the Nine Whispers. It was the Infinite Dimensional Fortress. A place only true teleportation can take someone here, as the headquarters of this organization is known to constantly move across locations, almost like some sort of moving mini dimension of sorts. The 'infinity' part was a lie, of course, but it was mostly for dramatization. It was apparently created by the Nine Leaders taking hold of a Dungeon by its throat, and expanding it with their natural talent to Space-Time Ninjutsu.
  
  Soon, however, a voice rang out beside them. It was male- and it belonged to an older looking human wearing what appeared to be a fancy outfit, like many of the people currently walking here.
  
  

  

  
  
  "Agent Cry, you're back." Cry being Krycek's codename. They can't really use their real ones like that. "...Or perhaps I should simply call you 'Krycek' here. I see you're back with the man you told us about."
  
  The man approached Spender, and offered him a hand to shake. "I'm agent Galahad of the Nine Whispers, one of your companion's work buddies. Please ignore the old-styled architecture, we haven't had much time to change the look of the place in quite a while." The man smiled with a little chuckle, likely making a small joke to break the tension. But, his voice and demeanor had clear professionalism to it. "I trust agent Krycek told you about us?"

  
  
  "Not exactly, agent. All I was informed of was that Krycek wanted my technical expertise to help steal what he believes is alien technology. I have... no idea what any of this is, and presumably I don't have the clearance to, but let me guess, private intelligence contractors? Perhaps former Camelot operatives? It must take quite a wizard to maintain this, whatever it is..."
  
  Krycek shook his head
  
  "Something like that, apparently this agency is directly backed by a god, Galahad, please explain."
  
  

 

[Puppernickel]

Soon enough, a woman appearing human on the surface, albeit with Faust's magical abilities it was easy to determine she was projecting some kind of psionic illusion around herself to hide the body-markings, alien eyes, fangs, and various other features. She seemed quite confused as to why she had been given an escort into the back room, and were meeting with the company CEO. Regardless, the alien calmly set down her resume and spoke.

"I was told you were looking to hire a baker at this location?"​

When the disguised Siren spoke, Faust gave her a smile and nodded, putting the glass of wine down on the table as she replied. "Why yes, we are indeed looking for a baker. Please, take a seat if you will. Would you like a drink during the discussion? We have quite the selection avalible here, if you desire anything special." She gestured at the bar with a hoof, her gaze warm and friendly as she gave the Siren a curious look.

Celestial Speck​

Meanwhile, Dementia watched from the background. He was excited to see how Faust would do with this challenge and see how she handled it. Although due to his excitement, it wasnt until just as Faust and the Siren began speaking that he remember his deal with AIWASS. With a single thought and a quick flick of his tail, a message was sent across space to the angel, informing him that Dementia was currently conducting the capture/interrogation of a Siren. He invited the angel to watch Faust alongside him, although he politely requested that AIWASS not interfere unless necessary. This was a test of Faust's skills after all, and it wouldn't do for someone else to finish it for her

 

[Celestial Speck]

The front-end had a clearly pronounced gate guarded by a portcullis beneath the tree canopy, and flitting within the bars it would soon find itself in what would seem to be a kind of indoor city. It appeared as though it had multiple floors due to the low ceiling compared to the tower, and along the main road several buildings within the tower could be seen, the architecture of them appearing almost alive, in that they formed shapes unnatural for a metal or stone to be formed into by hand. Were it not for the trash littering the streets and odor so foul even a mosquito could smell it, the organic patterns of the architecture could be seen as beautiful. Regardless, the profane graffiti, piles of decaying and rotting flesh and general filth of the area would prove that, while not some torturous hell, it was most certainly a slum. Flying around this section of the city, which, while the rest of the world referred to it as various things, was apparently known officially as "Labyrinth", it would become obvious by the countless brothels, bars and instruments of depraved amusement that the Cult of Pleasure was given precedence here. Evidence of the Cult of Pain's presence was strangely absent, save for a few imposing officers in flesh-rending suits with all manner of hideous augmentations here and there. Similarly little evidence of captive humans could be seen on this floor, despite the fact that the cenobites had allegedly been abducting humans and other humanoids for their own amusement for centuries now, starting right around the time Fou was taken from them if he recalled correctly.

A structure would soon be found that seemed to approximate an elevator, that is if you could call a massive self-animate tongue launching from a mouth in the ceiling that grabs you and seems to swallow you whole like some kind of chameleon or other long-tongued reptile an elevator. The users of this transport system seemed to mostly be members of the Cult of Pain, or Order of the Gash as they called themselves. They seemed to trigger it by magical means, and it was unlikely Fou's scout would be able to get up there. Looking around the undercity some more, he might be able to spot a few people he knew, seemingly ageless despite the countless centuries that have passed. Though, the amount the Cenobites modified themselves they may be hard to recognize, Fou remembered most of his old 'friends' tended to try on arms like a human tries on clothing. Regardless, it was certainly strange how the city was structured, with the Cult of Pain seeming to act as a brutal military police force when in Fou's time with the cenobites they were a fringe, with the 'horny ones' being the vast majority, perhaps this was connected to the abductions they committed? What could have led them to end up like this?

Fou
​

By that point in time, Fou was already his true self inside the city, albeit obviously in mosquito form, once a clone found a way in. His many eyes analyzed the city around him, yet it was hard to get a read on his mind. What was he thinking about this place, the state they were in? Nobody could really tell. Fou was extremely neutral about burning this place to the ground with one simple Bijuu Bomb, something he doubts they would ever be able to resist, principally coming from the monster they created, and just a massive body crashing through this city. But hell, if they found a way to redeem themselves, he was fine with that too. What he wanted to absolutely kill, however, was clear.

The Culture of the Cenobites needs to die. And with it, their Biomancy.

The sight of his 'old friends' made him raise an eyebrow in the only way a mosquito could. He remembers these ones...Being eccentric, and they, along with the Cult of Pain, were one of the main reasons he ended up in such a sorry and immature state for ages to come. Truth be told, he knew they were once normal elves that just got worse and actually became what people feared over time, but the question is what caused the damn Cenobites and their disgusting practices to be formed? Elven kind wasn't always like this- this comes from one of the oldest beings of the new world age.

...Whatever, it'll probably be easier to question them.

Changing shapes once more to a crow in a hidden spot, Fou picked a random of his 'friends' while they were alone, and flew past them. From their perspective, it just seemed like some shape or bird flew in front of them. For Fou...?

A subtle, yet powerful technique was cast from his Rinne-Sharingan in the less-then-a-second that his eyes met the other.

Kotoamatsukami was an extremely powerful spell, one that normal mortals require to wait ten whole years before casting it again. in Fou's case, it only took ten weeks. The Doujutsu Technique was simple: A subtle mind control technique that makes so the victim is controlled by another via Chakra gently affecting the brain's electrical signals, but at the same time, makes so even the 'fake' experiences implanted by it seemed real, and that any choice, as out of character as it is for the victim or not, appears to be taken by their own free will.

In this case, the command was clear: Come to a secluded spot. Be it your own home or otherwise.

​

"Not exactly, agent. All I was informed of was that Krycek wanted my technical expertise to help steal what he believes is alien technology. I have... no idea what any of this is, and presumably I don't have the clearance to, but let me guess, private intelligence contractors? Perhaps former Camelot operatives? It must take quite a wizard to maintain this, whatever it is..."

Krycek shook his head

"Something like that, apparently this agency is directly backed by a god, Galahad, please explain."

Agent Galahad ~ Nine Whispers​

...Agent Galahad seemed to have looked at Krycek with both a look of disappointment and mild relief. But, mostly disappointment. It was clear that he wished that the agent had omitted out the part where they were backed out by a god. It made it really hard not to make them seem like a cult. Still Liars were a prime example of something like this-- and hell, most cults are organizations. Galahad had a way with words and natural charisma from all his missions, but he just hoped Spender took both his friend's and his own words from it.

"Right, please follow me." With a motion with his hands for the men to follow him, likely to a more private area, Galahad started to walk across the physics-defying labyrinth, passing by a few other agents in the process. "...First off, despite Krycek's words, let this be clear: We are not a religious organization, nor do we use religion as a way to harness our abilities, like most other devout followers from gods. Most of us here come from all walks of life." Galahad spoke, his words seemingly truthful enough. "...It is true however that we are backed by a god. It's true entity, however, is a mystery to everyone but our leaders."

"Our organization's story spans back over a hundred years, maybe two hundred, even- long before the Acidic Rain and the Monster of War was born, but not quite before the War itself, if memory serves right. Originally, one nine members, our nine leaders. Masters in the arcana. Skilled in the usage of the rare breed of Space-Time Chakra usage. You were right, it takes a wizard to do all of this, but it takes nine to properly control it."

They walked past a long hallway. They could see a few people in what appeared to be shooting ranges, likely some sort of training area. "This is, after all, a Dungeon Core, somehow separated from normal reality and its boundaries. You could almost say this area is its own dimension, given it allows for the constant expansion of the core. Which is a thing these damn things love more than Cenobites liking wh--"

...A wall of sorts conveniently blocked Galahad's way. The agent bonked his head against it. Muttering a low 'seriously?' followed with a sigh, the wall in front of him almost seem to shake, like it was laughing before it disappeared. A long sigh exited Galahad's lips before he stopped walking. It...Seemed as if this place was alive. Creepy.

"As I was saying, it deeply enjoys boundless expansion. As such, it allows us to live and use it to its heart's content without having to endanger the world with rapid expansion. It makes us happy, it makes it happy. As such, the original Nine were able to conquer a core, with their objective being..." Galahad stopped as if trying to find the right words to describe it, without Spender having to ask too many more questions. It was clear he wasn't going to mention the Imagine Breaker, however. And Krycek knew why. It was extremely private information. Information that while he knew, wasn't allowed to speak about. It was already a wonder as to why they allowed him to get Spender. "...Think of us as the guy who cleans up the mess caused by magic or divine fuck-ups. The gods are extremely active, as you can guess. Way more than they even were a thousand odd years ago. Powerful beasts, corruptive magic, new species, mutations, all in the span of half a century. We don't destroy these things, don't get it wrong, but we make sure that in case someone gets daring with the Winds or any sort of magic, or if a Daemon or two comes out, that it's dealt with effectively."

Eventually, they arrived on what appeared to be a manner of an office. There was a sofa by the edge of the room, a bookcase, and a chair and table, likely for someone other then Krycek or Spender to sit on. "We can't be bothered by every small accident, however. We trust people and adventurers to treat it by themselves. I'm talking about things that can affect continents, empires, the entire world, even. Like the beast of war, and the acidic rain. And these...Otherworldly '''friends''' we're dealing with."

Eventually, Galahad sat on the chair, offering a seat for both men.

"Any more questions?"

The Servants tensed around and racked their ethereal heads on how to calm Shimone down, Voyager let out a sheepish chuckle as he glance his presumed partner Gabumon.

"Err Agumon was it? I think you frightened Shimone, he's a bit too tense now"

Nursery Rhym slowly went forward with her hands up in a placating matter.

"Shimone, calm down, we don't want to hurt you, I don't know exactly why Agumon knows your name, but I think it's because of that partner thing, it's okay, we're not gonna hurt you, we're sort of like you, me and my friends were suddenly brought here by our supposed partners"

She then motioned to the rest of her friends, although only Voyager and Jeanne Alter Lily waved back, Jackie was eerily interested in Jack's head-hatchet and Paul Bunyan was still poking Aruramon while the Bull licked harder in response to the licking.

Suffice to say Nursery Rhyme face-faulted at the lukewarm response before looking back at Shimone.

"So don't be scared okay? We're not gonna hurt you since we're in the situation as you, we can be friends! Wouldn't that be nice?"

Voyager smiled "A friend would be great!" he then floated near Shimone, although he didn't immediately escalate to glomping like Agumon "My name is Voyager 1 but you can call me Pran! I hope we don't scare you too much!"

Shimone
​

It took a few moments, but soon, Agumon let go of Shimone. The boy still seemed to be scared, and still unfocused on everything and everyone. But soon, with Voyager's voice ringing out, and Nursery Rhyme speaking to him, his eyes soon focused on the girl with a cute little dress that seemed only a little bit younger then he was. For a moment, no words came from his mouth, as he only stared at the girl, and took a moment to look at everyone else here, and their Digimon...The latter of which seemed to be all staring at him.

...Then, a mild blush came to his cheeks. These girls were cute. He's not good with strangers or girls in general. This is going to suck.

Soon, the boy got himself up, dusting himself off. "U-Uhhh..." It took him a moment to think of the right words to say, the boy rubbing his thumbs together, as if deep in thought, "I-I'm Shimone Rey...I...I guess I could be...Your... friend?" He spoke those words with such uncertainty. Did he want to be their friend? This whole mess seemed to be related to his dad giving him something to train making friends...!! Hell, did his dad know?! Did mom know?! This wasn't normal reality, he knew of it! What if time was passing faster outside, or slower?! What if...

A small claw held his hand. With his moment of inside doubt being interrupted for a moment by the smiling face of Agumon holding his hands.

"Shimone..." Agumon spoke, his voice as innocent as a child's. "Even if nobody wants to be your friend, I will!"

This small creature...Why did it care so much for him? What did he ever do? He felt wrong hearing those words. Like he didn't deserve them. Give it to someone who you actually know. He's just a stranger, don't waste your innocence on him, please...And yet, even as he wanted to say those words, Shimone just bit his lips, before nodding gently. "Y-Yeah...Thanks...I think...I think I can try being someone's friend for once..."

For a moment, Shimone took his time to look around him.

"U-Um...Agumon, was it? Why are we here?"

"Beats me!"

Shimone's face looked like he just ate an entire lemon and experienced its sourness. Those words didn't give him confidence.

"...We came here because the Missing Sage told us of all your arrival. He told us to come and get you all." Missing Sage...? Gabumon's words were confusing-- despite the Digimon seemingly not knowing why they were here, they knew more of this place then they did. "We're Digimon. Digital Monsters. We were created by the Missing Sage long ago...And you all are something called 'DigiDestined.' I don't know much, so don't ask me, but...You're all here for a reason. Relating to both the Digital World...And the Outside World."

Sistermon Noir nodded. "Yeah, the Missing Sage will explain it better than either of us. Unless you guys wanna do something else here, I'd recommend leaving. All sorts of wild and dangerous Digimon could appear."

Shimone trembled in his spot. Looks like that while Pumpmon is a coward, he's just weak...And cowardly.

 

[Churl]

GM UPDATE: PVP




Original seems to take the bait, firing out a blast of golden energy at the illusion and causing it to dissipate. He snarls and looks around between all the illusions, attempting to discern which is which. Ickol could have an opportunity to attack here, as she actually seems to have the upper hand.

Roll: Attack - 2

Dark Ickol:
O O O O O O O O O

SUPER ORIGINAL
O O O O O O O O O O
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Dark Ickol PVP

Ickol, the real one, took advantage of his confusion to blindside him from behind, gliding past and boxing him with bladed illusory gloves before retreating back into the flood of illusions.

 

[Just_a_loneley_pilgrim]

Spartacysean naval effort

"we can no longer lay dormant. We need to show the world the way of freedom. " said the commander in chief of the Spartacysean army.

"Hah you wanna have a repeat of the crusades. We just recovered from it lets not destroy our fragile peace" said the president of The United States of Spartacys.

before the two lay a grand plan with several designs of the so called airships and other grand vehicles that would bolster the Spartacysean army.

”We have greatly underfunded our army it’s now time to expand our army. No I am not looking for a repeat of the crusades I'm trying to make the world aware that there is a power in the west that no one should mess with. A power that shall protect the freedom of its citizens not only of its own citizens but of the whole world. We’re looking here at something that is needed for us to be capable of defending our beautiful country."

”Calm down. U have my permission anyways as long as you get that Spartacys shall not be dragged into some futile war. Unless.... there’s a good reason for it”
the president gave a mysterious smile

oh if this would just end well.


The Spartacysean navy was grandly expanded . New airships were build in the masses.

11 giant ships were build of the aircraft carrier class. They were enormous ships that both carried man and aircrafts to launch attack from above.

example:


5 of these ships along with 30 destroyer class airships and 9 frigates ships were send on a mission. Along with several other ships this would account for a massive chunk of the Spartacysean navy. This giant operation would be led by no one else than the commander in chief Serafim Athanallis.
Serafim:


He would be in charge of discovering the world yet again. Not only that he would make sure that possible enemies of Spartacys would be either eliminated or avoided. As Commander in chief of The Spartacysean navy he was allowed to attack anyone on his own judgement. The peace of Spartacys depended on this one man. This gigantic fleet would ultimately search for possible areas that were uninhabited to claim them for the United Nations of Spartacys and find resources. Since more resources were always needed in the highly industrialized nation.

This fleet was too a way to show the power of the newly born democracy to the entire world. It was a way to meet new potential trade partners and allies. Serafim had been born while the democracy was just in its infancy.
Nevertheless he was a true supporter of democracy and of "freedom”. He was a devout follower of Andreacys like most people in the United states of Spartacys.

he commanded the flagship "OGS Dwight Blackwell" named after the first president of the United stayed of Spartacys.

picture of the flagship:


the huge fleet went east first towards new lands!

sight of the fleet without the 5 huge aircraft carriers.:
​

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Mortal Action:

“Mr. President, we’ve received information that Spartacus is now calling themselves the United States of Spartacys.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m not joking, sir.”

“Damnation, well change our name to the Imperial Remnant States. IRS for short.”

“Yes sir, sending to all nations of our update.”

“Good then, now come over here, you handsome bastard.”

 

[Space Buddha]

• Ickol fight
• Fou
• Dementia
• 9W
• The Fleet

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  GM UPDATE: PVP
  
  

  Dark Ickol PVP
  
  Ickol, the real one, took advantage of his confusion to blindside him from behind, gliding past and boxing him with bladed illusory gloves before retreating back into the flood of illusions.

  
  She largely succeeds, but not without Original taking noticed. She lands her blow, but is caught in an uppercut by Original, sending her flying into the sphere once more and disrupting her illusions. Original meanwhile is looking worse for wear, it doesn't look like he'll be able to keep this up much longer.
  
  
  Roll - 2 - Attack
  
  Dark Ickol:
  O O O O O O O O O
  
  SUPER ORIGINAL
  O O O O O O O O O O
  
  
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  Fou
  
  By that point in time, Fou was already his true self inside the city, albeit obviously in mosquito form, once a clone found a way in. His many eyes analyzed the city around him, yet it was hard to get a read on his mind. What was he thinking about this place, the state they were in? Nobody could really tell. Fou was extremely neutral about burning this place to the ground with one simple Bijuu Bomb, something he doubts they would ever be able to resist, principally coming from the monster they created, and just a massive body crashing through this city. But hell, if they found a way to redeem themselves, he was fine with that too. What he wanted to absolutely kill, however, was clear.
  
  The Culture of the Cenobites needs to die. And with it, their Biomancy.
  
  The sight of his 'old friends' made him raise an eyebrow in the only way a mosquito could. He remembers these ones...Being eccentric, and they, along with the Cult of Pain, were one of the main reasons he ended up in such a sorry and immature state for ages to come. Truth be told, he knew they were once normal elves that just got worse and actually became what people feared over time, but the question is what caused the damn Cenobites and their disgusting practices to be formed? Elven kind wasn't always like this- this comes from one of the oldest beings of the new world age.
  
  ...Whatever, it'll probably be easier to question them.
  
  Changing shapes once more to a crow in a hidden spot, Fou picked a random of his 'friends' while they were alone, and flew past them. From their perspective, it just seemed like some shape or bird flew in front of them. For Fou...?
  
  

  

  
  
  A subtle, yet powerful technique was cast from his Rinne-Sharingan in the less-then-a-second that his eyes met the other.
  
  Kotoamatsukami was an extremely powerful spell, one that normal mortals require to wait ten whole years before casting it again. in Fou's case, it only took ten weeks. The Doujutsu Technique was simple: A subtle mind control technique that makes so the victim is controlled by another via Chakra gently affecting the brain's electrical signals, but at the same time, makes so even the 'fake' experiences implanted by it seemed real, and that any choice, as out of character as it is for the victim or not, appears to be taken by their own free will.
  
  In this case, the command was clear: Come to a secluded spot. Be it your own home or otherwise.

  
  The target had been a female cenobite, if Foe had bothered to look, he would recognize her as the one named 'Nirti Phukzalot' originally one of Fou's 'caretakers'. She had always been nice to him, although time could change a person and while her face appeared as young as ever, she was now at least a half-millenium old, probably older. Regardless of age, it didn't seem to come along with wisdom, as she didn't much react to the bird aside from a passing remark.
  
  "...Since when are there birds in the labyrinth?"
  
  She shrugged and moved on, and the spell took affect. Later that night, Fou would see her leaving her shell-like hovel in the shantytown, likely unable to sleep, and heading off along the glistening organic streets, arriving eventually at some sort of pool of liquid, a public bathhouse by the look of it, empty of any other cenobites given the late hour, all the others were either sleeping or indulging themselves elsewhere. She stripped off her leather dress, revealing a pair of batlike wings and a thick tail, tipped in some kind of fleshy tendril. Fou saw her produce some kind of jar, containing a swirling pink mist of some sort.
  
  
  
  she opened the bottle, and the mist expanded and engulfed her, before fading away. She shivered a bit and then waded into the oily black substance, resting on a nearby bench. As awkward as it would be to confront an ex-girlfriend in the bathtub, it would seem this would be the best time to ask her some questions, especially about whatever was in that bottle. Or he could just ask about how she managed to stand up with all those body piercings. One of the two.
  
  
• 
  

  When the disguised Siren spoke, Faust gave her a smile and nodded, putting the glass of wine down on the table as she replied. "Why yes, we are indeed looking for a baker. Please, take a seat if you will. Would you like a drink during the discussion? We have quite the selection avalible here, if you desire anything special." She gestured at the bar with a hoof, her gaze warm and friendly as she gave the Siren a curious look.

  
  "Hmm, no thank you miss, I don't drink alcohol."
  
  Drat! Just had to be a teetotaler, this one. She did sit down though.
  
  "Do you have any lemonade?"
  
  
• 
  
  

  "Any more questions?"

  
  Spender looked somewhat overwhelmed, though one question remained at the forefront of his mind.
  
  "We're in a dungeon core!? Don't those, you know, eat the living essence of anyone caught inside one when they die?"
  
  Krycek shook his head.
  
  "Relax, no one has died in here, and if they did I'm sure it could be arranged with the facility for that not to happen. Do you have any other questions that don't involve flipping your shit."
  
  "Yes actually! Why is such a high profile organization so interested in chasing Sirens? Back when me and 'Cry' were in the Inquisition everyone used to call us crazy for it, every high profile organization denies their existence and we nearly were cost our careers thanks to my investigations. What makes flying saucers so interesting all of a sudden to people like you? Seems unrelated to your normal line of work."
  
  
• 
  
  Just_a_loneley_pilgrim
  
  Somewhere in the ocean, west of the west, a single airship had been chugging along for months, a few islands having been passed but nothing particularly worth stopping for, Azran had been overshot, and even if they had found it, colonizing a barren desert was hardly an initiative worth pursuing, however, the boredom of the crew was soon to change, as a great shimmering edifice appeared in the distance, an exotic land concealed beneath it.
  
  
  (Imagine this, but covering a massive continent.)
  
  The barrier was immense, and a lush landscape could be seen beneath. Several mechanical constructs seemed to hover about it, defense installations perhaps? Or something more sinister. Regardless, the barrier would be solid if their intent remained one of conquest. With an intent of exploration, however, any among them could pass through the barrier.
  
  
  
  Into the Land of Nekomatus
  

 

[Churl]

GM UPDATE: PVP



She largely succeeds, but not without Original taking noticed. She lands her blow, but is caught in an uppercut by Original, sending her flying into the sphere once more and disrupting her illusions. Original meanwhile is looking worse for wear, it doesn't look like he'll be able to keep this up much longer.


Roll - 2 - Attack

Dark Ickol:
O O O O O O O O O

SUPER ORIGINAL
O O O O O O O O O O

​

Dark Ickol PVP

With a growl, Dark Ickol allows the mix of her new energy along with her natural one to flow through her arms and into her Reality Hammer as she brings it down hard. The space between the two seems to distort as the glasslike reality erupts sporadically through their area. Jagged shards of reality spike up from random directions, making the ‘battlefield‘ of space now harder to navigate and obstructing his view of Ickol. She begins to dart through her makeshift maze towards him, doing her best to stay out of sight.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Space Buddha

Fou
​

Time passes quickly when you're immortal, or maybe when you're just old, it just moves that way. But...Fou was old. Old old old. Definitely one of the oldest creatures of the new world, and likely one of the most powerful. He barely remembered this woman's name, and the time they spent together. When most of your life you lived under one such as Merlin, and pretended to be a normal dog in the rapidly expanding nation of Konoha. It wasn't due to malice or hatred towards them- he just genuinely forgot the most intricate details about his time with people like her due to his old age. Cenobites always felt like a blur to him. Constantly drinking, partying, having sexual relations, at some point, it just gets hard to remember with how easy going they were with life. Still, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse.

The bottle caught his attention, however. Fou raised his brow. It was something he wasn't familiar with. His Rinne-Sharingan only barely got a reading on it. It was something magical, related to Biomancy? Hard to tell. Probably common, she didn't seem to hold it at a very high regard, as it was used as one might open a soda can to drink it then toss it aside. But he knew it probably was more than that.

Instantly, his form shifted behind her. There was no sound, only the slight flapping of wings, as Fou stood behind her. His form was his human one. White hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and wearing a common cloak that almost seemed attached to his skin. He allowed himself to stare at her for a few moments, not because of any attraction he might normally have for women, but because of the clearly added parts to her body. He frowned. He remembered the time when Biomancy and altering one's body was considered a sin. He couldn't exactly blame the people who thought so, principally because of the Cult of Pain. But it didn't mean all the practitioners of it were bad people.

"...Fou." He called out, simply. The voice and little way he said it was instantly recognizable. It was the only thing he could say for a long time, after all. "Much has changed since my departure, I see. Nirti, was it? It's been a while."

Nine Whispers
​

Agent Galahad sighed. He didn't blame Spender for his reaction. Their methods and things they used normally weren't really seen by society as inherently positive. Dungeons and the Warp were generally their main targets, after all. They really had to do a lot of cleanups and contact a lot of people when the Magical Academy incident happened. Regardless, he simply nodded at Krycek when he explained that nobody had died here. "It's not as if we live here, Sir Spender. This is simply our base of operations. Many of these people have homes. Sure, we have resting and medical rooms, but no one really lives here, aside from maybe the leaders. And they're not exactly...Bound to aging."

Soon, Galahad went under the desk and pulled out what appeared to be a little lollipop. He instantly crunched on it, not saying a word for a moment, before continuing. He had a feeling Spender was going to say something along those lines.

"It's not exactly all of the sudden," Galahad explained. "We've been tracking their movements for years now. These aren't your Warp demons, your divine creations, your angels. These are beings from beyond our realm most likely. All of our reports of them, all our descriptions of their tech, their biology, and their actions, nothing matches any divine being or Ocaerilian technology." His tone was quiet, almost frustrated. His voice clearly spoke the truth. He didn't like hiding this, but..."Spender, how would you react if I told you that your neighbor or wife was one of these Siren? That they're everywhere, and they're working to try and take over the world? Or rather, colonize it?"

Galahad's bite on his lollipop stick became harder. He was looking off to the side. The picture of a young man with a girl around his age, hugging one another stood in black and white on the wall. The agent's glasses reflected the image of the picture. There was no one there. But the way he looked implied he was waiting.

Waiting for someone who wasn't going to come back.​

"We're nothing but cavemen swinging their sticks to them, and fools to be taken down by those they work with," His words didn't have any spite to it. They were just silent, neutral. "Our war is a silent one. The world doesn't know of the whispers. They can't. They're already afraid of what's in the dark sky. We can't just sit down and let them do whatever they want with our world. Even if it isn't our line of work, I did a promise, we all did, to become the planet's guard. Defend it. Doesn't matter if it's magical or not."

Galahad got himself up, walking towards a wall behind him. His hand was placed on it, and with a small press of a button, something opened up.

Soon, he turned to both men hearing him. There was only a silent stare. As if asking a question.

"So tell me, are you afraid of the dark sky?"


Tanya

BlackCat-055
​

Somewhere in Camelot, the Silver Lady, Tanya, woke up in a cold sweat.

It was dark at night. The moonlight shined through her window and hitting her body, currently hidden away by the blankets that covered her body. A strange sensation came over her, like something inside of her changed. It was small, like a small push on the back of her head- she couldn't quite explain it. Instantly, her eyes moved through her hands, every bit of experience she's had over the years, every magical knowledge and divine interactions currently being used to identify what happened with herself.

...But soon, she caught nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Her blue eyes stared at her hands with a bit of suspicion, as she looked around her room. Ever since her talk with Ocaeril, she had time to realize things and change. Be less...Paranoid about things. Accept companions for who they are. It didn't mean she became less paranoid and manipulative, she was still every bit of the person she once was, she just became more bearable to be around. More approachable, even. But despite this, she wasn't going to simply ignore events like these. Theories came to her mind. Maybe some god trying to influence her? A telepathic message from Ocaeril? Nope, didn't seem to be any of that, so...?

...A minute passed. Then two. Tanya didn't come out of her bed.

...She still could see things normally, move normally, talk normally. Nothing seemed to change. No Winds mutation, or anything of the sorts, as unlikely as it was, too.

...

"Tsk, screw this..." With a groan, Tanya once more adjusted her hair in a bun, as she fell asleep on her bed once more. Looks like it was a false alarm. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, really. Sometimes waking up when you were sleeping in the middle of the night was common. She really didn't know what came over her.

Somewhere in a world where the perception of even the highest of the gods couldn't perceive, a being made out of multiple stars looked at the Void Lord watching TV next to him, as he put down his phone.

Next time, I want a raise, desu. This character is hard, desu.

Spoiler: Important Notice

Due to the recent possible permanent departure of BlackCat as a player for the foreseeable future, Space Buddha has allowed me to take control of Tanya and the Servants of the Throne of Heroes as NPCs. He, himself, will take control of Inqui, and likely Igna as well. If BlackCat is reading this, please let us know if you intend to return anytime soon or not.

Also, yes, new R.O.B. self insert. Fuck you. I want a raise.

Also, Shimone action coming soon. Probably.

 

[Puppernickel]

"Hmm, no thank you miss, I don't drink alcohol."

Drat! Just had to be a teetotaler, this one. She did sit down though.

"Do you have any lemonade?"
​

Immediately Faust's horn was covered in a reddish-maroon glow, a clear sign among Unicorns that they were using magic. A small bottle - also covered in the same glow as Faust's horn - was floated over from the bar and over to the Siren, hanging in the air before her.

"Here you are, a glass of pristine Citrus Lemonade, a rather interesting beverage named after the family who brew it, the Citrus family." Faust said with a chuckle, holding it there as she waited for the Siren to take it.

At the same time as she offered the drink, Faust cast several different spells on the Siren, each one a different kind of detection spell. The range was varied, with the main two targets being a check for anything on the girl that might be an emergency kill switch in case of capture, and a check for any sort of communication capability that the girl may have to contact her fellow Sirens.

Faust wasn't going to take any chances that the Siren could alert her allies as to what was happening, if things went south during their conversation. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but if it did... well. The Alicorn would be prepared to block such abilities from successfully triggering.

 

[VomitIcicle]

Celestial Speck Space Buddha

As the fleet continued their path towards the planet, the flagships supercomputer took full control of the tactical situation.

High Synapse Unit 0-A238 awakened.

Preliminary Scans... initiating.

Preliminary Scans complete.

High levels of thaumurgic energy detected.

Logging counter measures...

Further examination required.

Probe fabrication initiated.

Probe fabrication complete, pending launch...

Launch complete.

From the bowels of the humungous warship, over a dozen pods were teleported onto the surface of Ocaeril, their contents filled with a plethora of highly advanced reconnaissance drones designed to do everything from determining the atmosphere to judging societies potential amount of ideological overlap if they were to invade. The fleet lingered, awaiting the results from the drones.

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Cereb Post

Lying in the middle of Helsa throne room, snoring quietly, was Cereb, the two-headed dog that Helsa had saved from death using her powers. Despite the dog sleeping quietly, there was a lot on his doggy mind.

He could tell his mistress was in a bad place; she had lost what she wanted to do and that dome thing he'd heard her mumbling about sounded pretty bad to the dog. (Note that this isn't entirely accurate, but hey, he's a dog.)

He just...just wanted to help his mistress.

In the Dreamlands, something within Cereb's mind pulsed. He snapped to attention...and almost instantly, a figure of a ghostly dog appeared before him. He seemed to be partially made of stone, with his ears pointed upward at attention. His expression practically screamed loyalty.

I art thou...thou art I...from the sea of the soul, I cometh.
I am loyalty unto the end.
I am Hachiko.​

The dog persona projected into Cereb's mind.

"Woof!" Cereb called, and all seriousness was lost as Hachiko responded with "Woof!" And the two began chasing each other around.

It was this scene that Helsa would eventually return to see, her dog chasing a dog Persona around her throne room.

"My dog has a Persona now." Helsa calmly observed.

"...alright then."

She then left the two to it.

 

[Space Buddha]

• Ickol fight
• Fou
• Dementia
• 9W
• Gaullic Fleet

• 
  GM UPDATE: PVP
  
  

  Dark Ickol PVP
  
  With a growl, Dark Ickol allows the mix of her new energy along with her natural one to flow through her arms and into her Reality Hammer as she brings it down hard. The space between the two seems to distort as the glasslike reality erupts sporadically through their area. Jagged shards of reality spike up from random directions, making the ‘battlefield‘ of space now harder to navigate and obstructing his view of Ickol. She begins to dart through her makeshift maze towards him, doing her best to stay out of sight.

  
  
  
  
  Dark Ickol:
  O O O O O O O O O
  
  SUPER ORIGINAL
  O O O O O O O O O O
  
  Original would fire several more energy beams at Ickol, but all were deflected by the fragmented space. He was clearly getting desperate at this point, time to make some puns.
  
  Attack Roll - 3
  
  
• 
  
  

  Space Buddha
  
  Fou
  
  Time passes quickly when you're immortal, or maybe when you're just old, it just moves that way. But...Fou was old. Old old old. Definitely one of the oldest creatures of the new world, and likely one of the most powerful. He barely remembered this woman's name, and the time they spent together. When most of your life you lived under one such as Merlin, and pretended to be a normal dog in the rapidly expanding nation of Konoha. It wasn't due to malice or hatred towards them- he just genuinely forgot the most intricate details about his time with people like her due to his old age. Cenobites always felt like a blur to him. Constantly drinking, partying, having sexual relations, at some point, it just gets hard to remember with how easy going they were with life. Still, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse.
  
  The bottle caught his attention, however. Fou raised his brow. It was something he wasn't familiar with. His Rinne-Sharingan only barely got a reading on it. It was something magical, related to Biomancy? Hard to tell. Probably common, she didn't seem to hold it at a very high regard, as it was used as one might open a soda can to drink it then toss it aside. But he knew it probably was more than that.
  
  Instantly, his form shifted behind her. There was no sound, only the slight flapping of wings, as Fou stood behind her. His form was his human one. White hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and wearing a common cloak that almost seemed attached to his skin. He allowed himself to stare at her for a few moments, not because of any attraction he might normally have for women, but because of the clearly added parts to her body. He frowned. He remembered the time when Biomancy and altering one's body was considered a sin. He couldn't exactly blame the people who thought so, principally because of the Cult of Pain. But it didn't mean all the practitioners of it were bad people.
  
  "...Fou." He called out, simply. The voice and little way he said it was instantly recognizable. It was the only thing he could say for a long time, after all. "Much has changed since my departure, I see. Nirti, was it? It's been a while."

  
  The grey-skinned elf jolted for a second, causing ripples in the black water as her skin ran cold. She turned around slowly, her face baring an expression suiting one who had just seen a ghost, though Fou had little time to take in that expression as it changed once more, and then, out of nowhere, the cenobite hugged him. Crying tears of joy into his shoulder. It was unexpected and honestly kind of weird, given what she'd just been up to, but he'd hugged her before so, eh? Regardless, it was clear this elf remembered him a lot better than he did her, it would probably be best just to play along, given that fact. She eventually let go of him, albeit probably didn't do so without some convincing (IE: Pushing), but eventually, she managed to recompose herself a bit and spoke.
  
  "Fou..!? W-What are you doing here!? After all this time... Five hundred and fifty years... I- I thought I'd never see you again! Why did you come back? Are you here to break our curse?"
  
  The cenobite was still hysterical, which was odd to say the least. Her reaction wasn't so much that of seeing an old friend, and certainly not the reaction of what one would expect to be a wizened Elder Elf, hers was more akin to one who had witnessed the return of a messiah. And what was this about a curse?
  
  
• 
  
  

  Immediately Faust's horn was covered in a reddish-maroon glow, a clear sign among Unicorns that they were using magic. A small bottle - also covered in the same glow as Faust's horn - was floated over from the bar and over to the Siren, hanging in the air before her.
  
  "Here you are, a glass of pristine Citrus Lemonade, a rather interesting beverage named after the family who brew it, the Citrus family." Faust said with a chuckle, holding it there as she waited for the Siren to take it.
  
  At the same time as she offered the drink, Faust cast several different spells on the Siren, each one a different kind of detection spell. The range was varied, with the main two targets being a check for anything on the girl that might be an emergency kill switch in case of capture, and a check for any sort of communication capability that the girl may have to contact her fellow Sirens.
  
  Faust wasn't going to take any chances that the Siren could alert her allies as to what was happening, if things went south during their conversation. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but if it did... well. The Alicorn would be prepared to block such abilities from successfully triggering.

  
  The siren accepted the drink, and Faust's spells informed her that she didn't have a killswitch per se, but did have highly acidic blood that could liquefy the body of a pony or any other humanoid, and unless a very specific gland was pierced, and a neutralizing agent released into her bloodstream, that blood would emit a toxic vapor that could kill or render the people outside the office gravely ill should it be inhaled, and that it was only though a few very carefully balanced details in her physiology that kept all that poison contained. Given her incredibly active psionic abilities, it seemed that not only could she communicate with others of her race, but was actively receiving 'thought-mail' from them at this very moment. In past trials, the transformation had always been a slow process, but with the extremely alien physiology of this creature, anything short of an instant transformation would no doubt produce unpredictable results. Regardless of all this, the Siren chugged the beverage within moments, and continued to sit there with a dopey smile on her face.
  
  
  
  She then proceeded to violently explode, spraying a substance equivalent to hydrochloric acid that smelled of candy and cake all over Faust and the rest of the room.
  
  
  More tests would be needed.
  
  
• 
  
  

  Nine Whispers
  
  Agent Galahad sighed. He didn't blame Spender for his reaction. Their methods and things they used normally weren't really seen by society as inherently positive. Dungeons and the Warp were generally their main targets, after all. They really had to do a lot of cleanups and contact a lot of people when the Magical Academy incident happened. Regardless, he simply nodded at Krycek when he explained that nobody had died here. "It's not as if we live here, Sir Spender. This is simply our base of operations. Many of these people have homes. Sure, we have resting and medical rooms, but no one really lives here, aside from maybe the leaders. And they're not exactly...Bound to aging."
  
  Soon, Galahad went under the desk and pulled out what appeared to be a little lollipop. He instantly crunched on it, not saying a word for a moment, before continuing. He had a feeling Spender was going to say something along those lines.
  
  "It's not exactly all of the sudden," Galahad explained. "We've been tracking their movements for years now. These aren't your Warp demons, your divine creations, your angels. These are beings from beyond our realm most likely. All of our reports of them, all our descriptions of their tech, their biology, and their actions, nothing matches any divine being or Ocaerilian technology." His tone was quiet, almost frustrated. His voice clearly spoke the truth. He didn't like hiding this, but..."Spender, how would you react if I told you that your neighbor or wife was one of these Siren? That they're everywhere, and they're working to try and take over the world? Or rather, colonize it?"
  
  Galahad's bite on his lollipop stick became harder. He was looking off to the side. The picture of a young man with a girl around his age, hugging one another stood in black and white on the wall. The agent's glasses reflected the image of the picture. There was no one there. But the way he looked implied he was waiting.
  
  
  
  Waiting for someone who wasn't going to come back.
  
  "We're nothing but cavemen swinging their sticks to them, and fools to be taken down by those they work with," His words didn't have any spite to it. They were just silent, neutral. "Our war is a silent one. The world doesn't know of the whispers. They can't. They're already afraid of what's in the dark sky. We can't just sit down and let them do whatever they want with our world. Even if it isn't our line of work, I did a promise, we all did, to become the planet's guard. Defend it. Doesn't matter if it's magical or not."
  
  Galahad got himself up, walking towards a wall behind him. His hand was placed on it, and with a small press of a button, something opened up.
  
  

  

  
  
  Soon, he turned to both men hearing him. There was only a silent stare. As if asking a question.
  
  "So tell me, are you afraid of the dark sky?"
  
  

  
  
  When Galahad asked if Spender doubted Siren infiltration, he responded almost immediately.
  
  "Not at all sir. I dated one once, tried to strangle me."
  
  Krycek chuckled, remembering the teddy bear incident.
  
  "Hell of a woman, that one. Should'a put a ring on it."
  
  "Oh shut up."
  
  As Galahad continued his monologue, Spender listened intently, until he asked his question. Spender was silent for a few moments, before leaning over to whisper in Krycek's ear.
  
  "So, is this one of those trick questions? Will I be hit over the head with that umbrella if I say no because I'd have to be stupid not to be afraid? Or is it straightforward?"
  
  "What? No!"
  
  Spender nodded and looked to Galahad.
  
  "No sir."
  
• 
  
  

  Celestial Speck Space Buddha
  
  As the fleet continued their path towards the planet, the flagships supercomputer took full control of the tactical situation.
  
  High Synapse Unit 0-A238 awakened.
  
  Preliminary Scans... initiating.
  
  Preliminary Scans complete.
  
  High levels of thaumurgic energy detected.
  
  Logging counter measures...
  
  Further examination required.
  
  Probe fabrication initiated.
  
  Probe fabrication complete, pending launch...
  
  Launch complete.
  
  From the bowels of the humungous warship, over a dozen pods were teleported onto the surface of Ocaeril, their contents filled with a plethora of highly advanced reconnaissance drones designed to do everything from determining the atmosphere to judging societies potential amount of ideological overlap if they were to invade. The fleet lingered, awaiting the results from the drones.

  
  Unfortunately, lingering in space made them quite the sitting duck, though such a thing was of course not considered, after all, the only spacefaring race in this pocket-universe was incapable of posing any threat with their relatively primitive biotechnology, and the crystal spheres made them by and large undetectable. Or at least, that is what they thought, as a distortion in space appeared some distance from the fleet.
  
  
  
  
  
  The unknown vessel came in firing, crystalline projectiles were sent hurtling toward the fleet at near-relativistic speeds. Energy bolts crackled between its radially-arranged towers near the back, generating a force field around the ship. The Gaullic fleet could make no mistake, it was a Siren Battlecruiser.
  
  
  

 

[Churl]

GM UPDATE: PVP






Dark Ickol:
O O O O O O O O O

SUPER ORIGINAL
O O O O O O O O O O

Original would fire several more energy beams at Ickol, but all were deflected by the fragmented space. He was clearly getting desperate at this point, time to make some puns.

Attack Roll - 3
​

​

Dark Ickol PVP

She creeps closer, before pausing to consider her line. He should have hedged his bets, better? No. Something about being more original? Low-hanging fruit.

She absently tears a loose shard of reality off of one of the spikes, and twirls it in her hand, the static image of space staring back at her. Fuck it.

Creating a shield of energy directly in front of her, Dark Ickol moves to blindside Original from his flank, jabbing the long shard at his ichor-leaking socket.

“Time to finally fix that artistic vision.”

 

[Celestial Speck]

Space Buddha

Fou
​

He wasn't quite sure what to expect from the woman when he introduced himself. Fear? Surprise? Confusion? Doubt? He certainly got some of these things, but what he didn't expect to get was affection. Fou wasn't exactly a stranger to this sort of thing, he got hugged by Indra and Ashura when they were kids multiple times before. Petted by others, this sort of thing. But this woman, while he knew was no stranger him, hugged him without real care. He didn't make an effort to push her back, but he didn't return the hug, either. Instead, The Ten-Tails just stood there- awkwardly staring at this woman. Eventually, when the amount of time for a hug passed the common amounts of time around the maybe thirty or so second mark, he pushed away with his hands. Wasn't too hard, she was like an ant compared to him when it came to strength.

She was crying, too. Heaven, what the hell happened here? Fou only had a look of confusion on his eyes as he stared at the woman, then at the wet tears on his shoulder, then at everything around him. He took a few steps back, mostly to get a bit more...Comfortable. Normally, he'd enjoy hugging a naked woman, but this situation felt bizarre and too serious to...Well, not be taken seriously.

"Moved to somewhere else, pretended to be a dog, nothing dramatic like you're thinking," Fou spoke bluntly, matter of factly. Tailed Beasts weren't Messiahs, and they certainly weren't Divine Figures despite being created by one. They just liked being treated normally. Respect is nice, sure, but Fou doesn't really know what to think about being treated like a Messiah. At some point, living a humble life becomes intoxicating. "The fuck happened with you lot? What's this about a curse? I've not exactly been keeping track of you all until now."

Blunt and harsh.

Nine Whispers
​

There was only a smile from Galahad for a moment. It was genuine, albeit smile. The answer Spender gave him was short and simple, there weren't any grandiose monologues attached to him like with him, but it was all he needed to hear. Sometimes the biggest choices come from the simplest words, after all. There was a pause for a moment, before the table now behind Galahad that he was sitting just a few moments ago got moved to the side, seemingly by nothing. More compartments on the walls opened themselves up, revealing even more gear. Pokéballs, Chakra Fruit from Azran, bizarre guns that nobody needed to be a genius to guess where they were from, communicators aided by magic, Magitech artifacts...

Oooooh baby.

Galahad simply looked at Spender, then Krycek, before mentioning them over to the new open compartments of gear in front of them. There was simply a small smile on his face, but it was clear what his intention was.

"Then, welcome to the Nine Whispers," Galahad spoke in a proud tone, the suit that came with the field gear almost seemed to be reflecting both men's reflection. "Even if it's temporary...I'm sure you both will do great things." This wasn't just a fight for the planet's safety. It was a fight for its future. A fight to get rid of these fake 'cuddly' and 'cute' things that behind that mask, was ready to use the planet like a man uses a pencil. Until it can't be sharpened anymore and just thrown aside.

Spender and Krycek certainly knew that. It was time to turn the tables.

 

[BlackCat-055]

• Shimone
• Action #1
• Dani & the Cafe

• 
  

  Shimone
  ​

  It took a few moments, but soon, Agumon let go of Shimone. The boy still seemed to be scared, and still unfocused on everything and everyone. But soon, with Voyager's voice ringing out, and Nursery Rhyme speaking to him, his eyes soon focused on the girl with a cute little dress that seemed only a little bit younger then he was. For a moment, no words came from his mouth, as he only stared at the girl, and took a moment to look at everyone else here, and their Digimon...The latter of which seemed to be all staring at him.
  
  ...Then, a mild blush came to his cheeks. These girls were cute. He's not good with strangers or girls in general. This is going to suck.
  
  Soon, the boy got himself up, dusting himself off. "U-Uhhh..." It took him a moment to think of the right words to say, the boy rubbing his thumbs together, as if deep in thought, "I-I'm Shimone Rey...I...I guess I could be...Your... friend?" He spoke those words with such uncertainty. Did he want to be their friend? This whole mess seemed to be related to his dad giving him something to train making friends...!! Hell, did his dad know?! Did mom know?! This wasn't normal reality, he knew of it! What if time was passing faster outside, or slower?! What if...
  
  A small claw held his hand. With his moment of inside doubt being interrupted for a moment by the smiling face of Agumon holding his hands.
  
  "Shimone..." Agumon spoke, his voice as innocent as a child's. "Even if nobody wants to be your friend, I will!"
  
  This small creature...Why did it care so much for him? What did he ever do? He felt wrong hearing those words. Like he didn't deserve them. Give it to someone who you actually know. He's just a stranger, don't waste your innocence on him, please...And yet, even as he wanted to say those words, Shimone just bit his lips, before nodding gently. "Y-Yeah...Thanks...I think...I think I can try being someone's friend for once..."
  
  For a moment, Shimone took his time to look around him.
  
  "U-Um...Agumon, was it? Why are we here?"
  
  "Beats me!"
  
  Shimone's face looked like he just ate an entire lemon and experienced its sourness. Those words didn't give him confidence.
  
  "...We came here because the Missing Sage told us of all your arrival. He told us to come and get you all." Missing Sage...? Gabumon's words were confusing-- despite the Digimon seemingly not knowing why they were here, they knew more of this place then they did. "We're Digimon. Digital Monsters. We were created by the Missing Sage long ago...And you all are something called 'DigiDestined.' I don't know much, so don't ask me, but...You're all here for a reason. Relating to both the Digital World...And the Outside World."
  
  Sistermon Noir nodded. "Yeah, the Missing Sage will explain it better than either of us. Unless you guys wanna do something else here, I'd recommend leaving. All sorts of wild and dangerous Digimon could appear."
  
  Shimone trembled in his spot. Looks like that while Pumpmon is a coward, he's just weak...And cowardly.

  The kiddie servants flinched at the last part of Shimone's name but disregarded it as they doubted the First Hero would let her precious baby get taken right? They shuddered the last time when the First Hero's baby was lost, some of the more careless servants realized the saying "there are things worst than death" had merit to it.
  
  But they tried to rationalize it, he can't be her baby right? But then they started to think about it more and realize the details, the similiar personality between Shimone and the young incarnation of the first hero, the appearances with the blue hair n all, and soon everything clicked in their minds all at once, a thought raced between them all.
  
  "Oh shit, it's him!"
  
  They all collectively gulped in fear, on one hand, oh crap they have the First Hero's child, meaning if he got hurt, their asses would be collectively punted beyond existence and back, on the other, it's par for the norm for the First Hero to drop a young protege of theirs in a random world so they may a journey where they handle problems and grow, "sink or swim" essentially, of course, they then realized that it means likely that they were chosen to help Shimone and it means they absolutely can't let him die because then the First Hero will be angrier than what would be expected.
  
  Nursery Rhyme was the first to shake off from their collected stupor, being the acting and unofficial leader of the Kiddie Servant club.
  
  "Well this all seems quite perilous and strange, but it's nothing us the Heroic Kiddie club can't handle!" she said confidently to hide her fearful thoughts of what punishments the First Hero could do to them "We've been through much so I'm sure this mysterious sage has hand-picked the best people for the job!"
  
  She then realized it's possible that Shimone might get more anxious and self-conscious of himself as she could see that similar personality from the children she seen reading her tales with her and generally seeming to be similar to the First Hero when she was young, this made Nursery mentally slap herself for that and tried to rescue the situation.
  
  "But that's not to say our experience is what matters! For how much worth can powers and experience be when one has not the virtues in them to truly be great!" she said in a praising manner as she smiled brightly and took a hand out for Shimone.
  
  "Yeah!" said Voyager joyously "I'm the least experienced among us so I know it's the heart that matters!" Voyager said in hopes of pumping Shimone up
  
• 
  Unbeknownst to Shimone, something in him activated, in response to what seems to be the beginning of his own hero's journey, the power within him, inherited from the First Hero, has activated, the power of the Social Link, for the hero has the one thing that is unique to them, the power that helps them find their truest of companions and bind them together, allowing their bonds to weather across time and space.
  
  
  
  
  
  "I art thou, and thou art I, the bonds of us all shall thyth be binded among all"
  "Thine journey has begun, like the lily you shall bloom"
  "Thoust Destiny aways, to be grasped by thou"
  "Go henceforth young one, and let thou hero upon you grow"
  "The Arcana of Links guides thee"
  ​
  
  Just then, after the power he inherited has activated, a bond was made
  
  
  "I art thou and thou art I"
  "Thine slumbering seeds hast blossomed into a genuine bond"
  "Thou bond shall guide thee upon thou journey of heroes"
  "The FOOL Arcana has been born, granting power beyond thine own"
  "May thine bond last and thrive through the struggles of the journey of thou"​
  
  This bond represents the collective ties to the Digi-world, his status as the Digi-Chosen, his partner Agumon, and his soon to be bond to the first Digi-chosens, together they represent the basis of the Arcanas, the first friends he is and will have.
  
• 
  Puppernickel
  Dani looked at the sign of the Pony Cuddle Cafe, suffice to say it was strange, it all started when she was given a task by Tanya to look up on it, these strange strings of Pony Cuddle Cafes have been popping up everywhere in all countries and more according to the reports of Camelot's intelligence agency, but what was surprising was the supposed amount of Cafes popping up in Camelot, in a move that makes sense for the old hag and her money-grubbing ways, she intends to allow them to continue operating so long as she's able to get a cut of the profits due to "Estate Rent" since they did suddenly appear on Camelot land, I mean she did say something about suspicious activity and the possibility of it being divine interference, but Dani was sure it was just paranoid talk, or money-grubbing rival talk, the inane and strange practices of the business industry confounded her still even to this day, being more archaic and confusing than the Winds of Magic Tanya taught upon her.
  
  So here she was since she bemoaned the boredom of not doing anything and Tanya being hyper-protective of her now due to the "developing package" she had now, aka her and her Jingen's baby, she was joyful she had a new baby because one, kids are cute, adorable, bundles of joy, and fun when they're not village idiots, and secondly it's basically her and Jingen's baby, so their relationship was "legit legit" to the old snobbish Aristocrats Tanya still kept around (she still wondered why they existed aside from being as much as if not equally business-savy as Tanya), although she did had to admit it wasn't planned, she and her beloved just had one of their love-making moments and it turned out that Tanya's words of contraceptives were true, and it did mean they had to rush this wedding thing, which means being stuffed in large poofy dresses that were so hard to get into, practicing for the wedding ceremony, and then there was the complicated planning and events and she really did love her mentor, but she was so weird with protocol that it grates on her at times with how stuffy she sometimes gets with it, least she wasn't as bad as she was before according to Merle.
  
  Thank the gods up there that she didn't decide to have her first magic lesson be fighting a summoned warp entity through her sheert wits and a dinky dagger she was "generously" offered.
  
  So now was the time to check up on the cafe, entering it, she could see it was neatly arranged all around, every room was tidy and had sleek furniture that denoted high quality, and the rooms had that vibrant atmosphere being a "cuddle cafe" or whatever they called it, but all in all it was a nice place, it actually reminded her of the cafe she and Jingen frequented.
  
  It was a quaint cafe, being a fusion of Camelot and Konoha cuisine and style, it was a nice place, she knew the owners (and their descendants and so on) personally, and their food tasted great, so even if it was quite small and would be unnoticed by the common tourist, it was a good place to just relax in, she also liked it because the backstory of the cafe was that it was made between a loving couple of a Camelotian and a Knohonan, the two so deeply in love, coming her to make their dream cafe, it was so charming and sweetly romantic.
  
  She sighed happily, their first date and their first kiss, it was a special place for her, but after a moment of reminiscing in sweet memories, she focused on the task at hand.
  
  Reviewing and figuring out if the cafe had any dark secrets, and so she walked to what she assumed was the front desk (with a pony up front, what a strange thing, sentient ponies all around, they weren't even humanoid! But eh, she met and fought with a militaristic penguin and fought a sneaky platypus, so she has seen weirder)
  
  "Uh, hey? My name is Dani? I came here because Tanya von Aquafire, yeah, the Tanya, because she wanted me to look up and see if the place is okay and fine, no spooky evil secrets or up to standards n all, soo can I like see your manager or something? I think I'm supposed to check with them and stuff? Mostly to talk, and I guess later on to check out your services, would be neat, so is that fine or are we gonna start a fight or something?"
  
  She idly wondered if the cafe was part of a pony mafia, would be cool and it would probably mean a fight, but probably not, Tanya would've burnt every last cafe if they were actually a mafia, so unless they're that good at hiding, they're probably not, she also wondered if they would know her, what with the rep she has, she definitely can see some of the customers having gob-smacked
  

 

[Celestial Speck]

Ocaeril'adabaoth, 2nd Action

Space Buddha | BlackCat-055
​

Shimone blushed a bit more when Nursery Rhyme offered her hand to her, although he already knew what her words meant under the surface. She was trying to reassure him. He knew exactly from the moment he saw and sensed them, they were all infinitely stronger than he ever will be, and could end his life in just a single moment. Yet they were offering to be his friends. His protectors. He appreciated the thought, but he knew that they were just trying to make him feel better. God, he's...Really pathetic, isn't he? He just met these people, and they're already feeling awkward around him. He thought of telling them they didn't need to try and pump him up or pretend they aren't strong, but...That'd just make things worse, wouldn't it?

"Thanks...I...I appreciate it..." Shimone spoke gently, his hand finally holding Nursery Rhyme's own. He was thankful for his hoodie being up at the moment. It was pretty embarrassing to hold someone else's hand. It wasn't out of any feeling of genuine attraction or something cheesy like that, it was just...Nursery Rhyme was maybe his age and was a girl. He was a boy. It was literally the most childish thing but inside Shimone's mind, he couldn't help but feel that sense of nervousness. Don't take this the wrong way, please...

"Well?! What are waiting for?! We gotta go, the Missing Sage can't wait forever!! C'mon, Shimone! Everyone! We gotta have a Brave Heart, just like Gabumon's partner said!"

Immediately, Agumon's energy shined through Shimone. This little reptilian was excited, determined, and was fearless in this situation. Well, of course, he'd be. But even when close to so many dangerous individuals that could likely kill it, he still moved forward. It was frankly respectable. And Shimone couldn't help but let out a meek, awkward, and a little bit crooked smile from the corner of his lips. Not out malice, but more so out of a small, still awkward comfort that was building up.

Ba thump...




"Brave Heart, huh...I-I'll try my best...!"
​

The small artifact with the Illuminae on his pocket shined momentarily. Inside his heart, a small bond began to be formed to all who were here currently present. Shimone let out a little nod, before allowing himself to follow Agumon, while still holding Nursery Rhyme's hand, as the Digimon ran ahead, seemingly already knowing the path to the next location of where this Missing Sage was. But...Unknown to them, this Missing Sage was already watching.

As a gentle eye stared through the Digital Code of the Digital World, MissingNo, or 'Missing Digimon', or 'Missing Number' as one might call it, the Missing Sage knew he had made the correct choice when it came to defenders of the Digital World and the material one.

The first natural choice was the indirect child who aided in his existence coming into fruition. When Ocaeril created the first Digivice, only the Network existed. Expanded by accident due to his will. For a long time, only ideas, videos, information, and incomplete creatures such as Porygons and shapeless eggs that would soon form the land of the Digital World existed. There were no Digimon back them, only the strange Pokémon...And themselves, their form before death and reincarnation. The first Digimon, of unknown name, shape, and powers.

When a Porygon dies, much like a Digimon, their data is reused to birth a new one. It was a large coincidence, yet one that caused their existence.

When both a Porygon and the first Digimon died, their data fused together by complete accident and formed the egg that Shimone so carefully took care of. They were an impossibility, a bug in the system of the Shaper, and the normal laws of reality. And yet...They were born. 'It' was capable of living in both the Digital World and the Material World, unlike Digimon. 'It' was capable of shaping the Digital World in whichever way it wished, as well as its body and abilities. 'It' was both a Pokémon and Digimon at the same time, and was the bridge that could connect the Digital World to the Material World.

'It' was MissingNo, the Missing Sage and one of the Unknown Gods of the Digital World. And 'it' knew that existence was threatened by two empires from beyond the rift of time.

And 'it' that Shimone, and his future friends, alongside their partner Digimon, would be able to aid those currently fighting them.

"On my love..." It mumbled its voice almost like a crackle of electricity. "...I hope you are capable of saving this world, DigiChosen."

All around the world, in the hundreds, if not thousands, children were chosen, but not summoned, by the Digital World and MissingNo. Future candidates for being DigiChosen. Benevolent children and sometimes even adults with golden hearts, capable of defending the Digital World and the Material World with their partner Digimon via their Digivice. None would be summoned, but over the ages, every generation of children would have at least one connection to the Digital World. Visiting it via dreams, thoughts, visions-- and only summoned by MissingNo if the Digital World needed heroes after Shimone and the Servants of the Throne.

Time in the real world moved extremely slow compared to the Digital World, however. The reason for this was because MissingNo didn't wish for children to be taken from their homes, from their parents, while also allowing their Digivice's be able to take them back to their homes whenever they wanted- alongside their Digimon too if they so wished to. But the danger was clear: Digimon are not meant to be in the real world, and if one stays for too long...Well...It would be a sorrowful parting. Only the bond between Digimon and their partners could vary the levels of resistance before a Digimon disappears in the real world. Maybe one day, there would be a bond of friendship so strong Digimon would become real, much like himself.

It would just need to wait and see. But for now...The first group of DigiChosen was currently here, and unless something happened that would require more to be summoned, then the children with the potential to become DigiChosen wouldn't be called to the Digital World.​

 

[VomitIcicle]

Space Buddha

The fleet reacts nigh-instantly, weapons powering up and firing upon the crystalline vessel. The return fire is somewhat negligible, the crystalline shards breaking on the shields or destroyed from point defense fire. The few that do hit cause merely superficial damage, the shards unable to penetrate the slabs of hyper-alloys and metamaterials making up the hulls of the Gaullic fleet, not without concentrated fire, that is. High Synapse Unit 0-A238 cursed his oversight, as much as a computer could do, anyway. The Gaullic fleet returned fire, a mixture of kinetic and energy bolts streaking their way towards the enemy vessel. The ships firing systems were slaved to the command ship, allowing an unparalleled amount of accuracy.

 

[Puppernickel]

The siren accepted the drink, and Faust's spells informed her that she didn't have a killswitch per se, but did have highly acidic blood that could liquefy the body of a pony or any other humanoid, and unless a very specific gland was pierced, and a neutralizing agent released into her bloodstream, that blood would emit a toxic vapor that could kill or render the people outside the office gravely ill should it be inhaled, and that it was only though a few very carefully balanced details in her physiology that kept all that poison contained. Given her incredibly active psionic abilities, it seemed that not only could she communicate with others of her race, but was actively receiving 'thought-mail' from them at this very moment. In past trials, the transformation had always been a slow process, but with the extremely alien physiology of this creature, anything short of an instant transformation would no doubt produce unpredictable results. Regardless of all this, the Siren chugged the beverage within moments, and continued to sit there with a dopey smile on her face.



She then proceeded to violently explode, spraying a substance equivalent to hydrochloric acid that smelled of candy and cake all over Faust and the rest of the room.


More tests would be needed.​

Faust calmly observed the dangerous characteristics of the Siren's body, noting several different ways to attempt apprehension of one if things went south. It would be difficult, but manageable. The hardest part would be the psionics, and preventing the Siren from communicating with its allies, but that wouldn't be too diffic-

If she hadn't been so engrossed in observing the Siren's internal body, she would have missed it. For a moment there was something there, and she was going to take a closer look when it became apparent what that something was. Namely, the Siren exploding.

Faust's instincts, honed by several centuries of training with Dementia and Thamual, were sharp. Thus, she only experienced the initial burn of the hydrochloric acid before she acted, using her magic to remove all the acid in the room and float it into the air. Giving it a disapproving look, she politely requested through her blessing link for Dementia to deal with the damage for her. The chaos god obliged, idly working through his demigod daughter and turning the hydrochloric acid into lemon custard, and repairing the room back into its previous state, if that previous state was with a different wall paper anyway. He also removed Faust's burns, giving her a metaphysical pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek.

Faust sighed deeply, leaving the room and heading for the back. It appeared that she would need to call up yet another Siren for questioning. And no lemonade this time, at least, not Equestrian lemonade. Actually, it would be best to have several all lined up to ask questions of, maybe even have three of them in the lobby at once. With a firm nod, Faust went to arrange for three Sirens to have their applications looked over, all of them at the same location, though not at the same time. Hopefully they wouldn't explode this time.

Space Buddha

Dementia, God of Chaos
Thamual Absentine, Demigod
___________________________________________________________________
Action #2​

Even as Dementia watched Faust, his mind and attention was split across many locations and people. As an example: even as Faust was arranging for a second meeting with a Siren, he was watching as a certain other demigod of his preformed a rather inadvisable experiment with magic.

Thamual was a rather... interesting fellow, to put it lightly. He was cold, calculating, and to the point. He never smiled, never laughed, and almost never joked. Thamual was quite the opposite of what one might expect from a demigod of Dementia, a god who promoted chaos and insanity. And yet, that was precisely why he was there in the first place. He was unexpected, even to Dementia himself, but welcomed with open arms and a cheerfully insane smile. Despite his cold demeanor, Thamual fit in rather well, acting as the straight man to Dementia's circus act. However, Thamual was by no means immune to the insanity that surrounded him.

Case and point, Thamual was currently working with Winds Magic and Chakra! Now that was incredibly stupid. Curiously Dementia sent a probing question at Thamual, and the man replied back promptly.

"In the process of studying genetic structures and magical feedbacks, I have discovered that I possess a fairly rare gene that is vital in Space-Time Spells, a rather unique Chakra ability that even Faust has difficulty mastering. However, due to my extensive use of Winds Magic, I am unable to properly utilize Chakra. Therefore, I am attempting to corrupt the gene so that it is viable for a user of Winds such as myself to use, that I may study the gene in greater depth. Due to the fact that if I die or go insane, you will simply revive me or fix my mind, I have deemed the risks to be far outwayed by the reward."

Dementia contemplated the response, then gave the go ahead, watching with interest as Thamual carefully manipulated the gene with Winds Magic. Normally, this would result in catastrophic failure and However, Dementia was not only a god of chaos and change, but of chance and luck. While using both Chakra and Winds was highly inadvisable, it was possible, and that was all Dementia needed to tip the scales just far enough that Thamual applied his magic just so....

For a single, unaltered moment, time stood still around Thamual. For a single, unaltered moment, Thamual was invaded inside a bubble of frozen time. For a single, unaltered moment, as far as Thamaul was concerned, there was no time.

Then, the bubble burst, and both Thamual and Dementia blinked. After a while, Thamual sent Dementia a thought. "It does appear that I have succeeded." The demigod said in mild surprise, staring down at his hands as a light blue light surrounded them.

Dementia stared at this new creation, and marveled. It wasn't Winds or Chakra, but rather some bastardization between the two. The Space-Time gene had been mutated beyond recognition, no longer Chakra, but something completely different. It was still able to manipulate time, but it was altered, morphed into something completely different then before. It unlocked an entirely new process of magic, a fluke of Winds and Chakra hitting it off in a rare display of mild acceptance of the other's existence.

As Thamual began to study this new ability he had and write down notes, Dementia wondered at the uniqueness of it. It was a magic capable of manipulating time to a certain degree, usually resulting in stopping time or speeding up the user. To the naked eye, it would appear as if people were frozen in place and the wielder of the magic was capable of teleportation and insane reaction times. It did not, however, reverse time. Even the entire raw power of a single god was minuscule compared to the requirements for this magic to go backwards in time. Quite peculiar indeed.

Dementia idly caught some of what Thamual was spouting, and paused. The demigod called it Xelor magic. He didnt know why, but... that felt right. Xelor magic. Yes, that was what it was called. Thamual was the first Xelor in the history of Ocaeril.

In a burst of pride for what was essentially his adopted son, Dementia reached out to the world of Ocaeril, and located a half dozen random individuals across the planet, each one having the required Chakra gene. To these six people he gave a limited, weaker version of Xelor magic, corrupting the gene so that they would have the ability to manipulate time and space around them, if only to a limited degree.

TLDR: Dementia helps Thamual create a new kind of rare magic known as Xelor magic, capable of giving the user the ability to manipulate time around them to a limited degree. Dementia then gifts 6 beings on Ocaeril this ability, as a way to boast about Thamual's accomplishment.

Puppernickel
Dani looked at the sign of the Pony Cuddle Cafe, suffice to say it was strange, it all started when she was given a task by Tanya to look up on it, these strange strings of Pony Cuddle Cafes have been popping up everywhere in all countries and more according to the reports of Camelot's intelligence agency, but what was surprising was the supposed amount of Cafes popping up in Camelot, in a move that makes sense for the old hag and her money-grubbing ways, she intends to allow them to continue operating so long as she's able to get a cut of the profits due to "Estate Rent" since they did suddenly appear on Camelot land, I mean she did say something about suspicious activity and the possibility of it being divine interference, but Dani was sure it was just paranoid talk, or money-grubbing rival talk, the inane and strange practices of the business industry confounded her still even to this day, being more archaic and confusing than the Winds of Magic Tanya taught upon her.

So here she was since she bemoaned the boredom of not doing anything and Tanya being hyper-protective of her now due to the "developing package" she had now, aka her and her Jingen's baby, she was joyful she had a new baby because one, kids are cute, adorable, bundles of joy, and fun when they're not village idiots, and secondly it's basically her and Jingen's baby, so their relationship was "legit legit" to the old snobbish Aristocrats Tanya still kept around (she still wondered why they existed aside from being as much as if not equally business-savy as Tanya), although she did had to admit it wasn't planned, she and her beloved just had one of their love-making moments and it turned out that Tanya's words of contraceptives were true, and it did mean they had to rush this wedding thing, which means being stuffed in large poofy dresses that were so hard to get into, practicing for the wedding ceremony, and then there was the complicated planning and events and she really did love her mentor, but she was so weird with protocol that it grates on her at times with how stuffy she sometimes gets with it, least she wasn't as bad as she was before according to Merle.

Thank the gods up there that she didn't decide to have her first magic lesson be fighting a summoned warp entity through her sheert wits and a dinky dagger she was "generously" offered.

So now was the time to check up on the cafe, entering it, she could see it was neatly arranged all around, every room was tidy and had sleek furniture that denoted high quality, and the rooms had that vibrant atmosphere being a "cuddle cafe" or whatever they called it, but all in all it was a nice place, it actually reminded her of the cafe she and Jingen frequented.

It was a quaint cafe, being a fusion of Camelot and Konoha cuisine and style, it was a nice place, she knew the owners (and their descendants and so on) personally, and their food tasted great, so even if it was quite small and would be unnoticed by the common tourist, it was a good place to just relax in, she also liked it because the backstory of the cafe was that it was made between a loving couple of a Camelotian and a Knohonan, the two so deeply in love, coming her to make their dream cafe, it was so charming and sweetly romantic.

She sighed happily, their first date and their first kiss, it was a special place for her, but after a moment of reminiscing in sweet memories, she focused on the task at hand.

Reviewing and figuring out if the cafe had any dark secrets, and so she walked to what she assumed was the front desk (with a pony up front, what a strange thing, sentient ponies all around, they weren't even humanoid! But eh, she met and fought with a militaristic penguin and fought a sneaky platypus, so she has seen weirder)

"Uh, hey? My name is Dani? I came here because Tanya von Aquafire, yeah, the Tanya, because she wanted me to look up and see if the place is okay and fine, no spooky evil secrets or up to standards n all, soo can I like see your manager or something? I think I'm supposed to check with them and stuff? Mostly to talk, and I guess later on to check out your services, would be neat, so is that fine or are we gonna start a fight or something?"

She idly wondered if the cafe was part of a pony mafia, would be cool and it would probably mean a fight, but probably not, Tanya would've burnt every last cafe if they were actually a mafia, so unless they're that good at hiding, they're probably not, she also wondered if they would know her, what with the rep she has, she definitely can see some of the customers having gob-smacked

The Pony - a Unicorn mare, in this case - at the counter looked up at Dani and blinked, giving her a broad smile as she nodded enthusiastically, completely unperturbed by the blunt nature with which Dani had approached the situation. "Ah, yes, we've been expecting someone like you to come along at some point, although certainly not so high profile! Dont worry, the manager shall be along shortly." Her horn lit up for a moment, then dimmed as she gave Dani a curious look.

"In the meantime, would you like to order something? We have a wide range of beverages and foods available, so if you see something you like, feel free to order it! Although if you want a suggestion, feel free to ask. We've got plenty of delicious treats around here." She chuckled, gesturing with a hoof up at the signs above and behind the counter. There were three signs, with one devoted to drinks, one to foods, and one that suggested combos that seemed to work well together.

While a lot of it was familiar as different things from around the world, plenty was obviously foreign and were labeled as coming from other countries, some recognizable (such as Spartycus) and some completely unknown to the western continent (such as some place called "Nekomatus", wherever that was), with some even simply labeled as 'Equestiran Cuisine'.

 

[BlackCat-055]

The Pony - a Unicorn mare, in this case - at the counter looked up at Dani and blinked, giving her a broad smile as she nodded enthusiastically, completely unperturbed by the blunt nature with which Dani had approached the situation. "Ah, yes, we've been expecting someone like you to come along at some point, although certainly not so high profile! Dont worry, the manager shall be along shortly." Her horn lit up for a moment, then dimmed as she gave Dani a curious look.

"In the meantime, would you like to order something? We have a wide range of beverages and foods available, so if you see something you like, feel free to order it! Although if you want a suggestion, feel free to ask. We've got plenty of delicious treats around here." She chuckled, gesturing with a hoof up at the signs above and behind the counter. There were three signs, with one devoted to drinks, one to foods, and one that suggested combos that seemed to work well together.

Dani looked at the menus, she definitely saw some sweet deserts in the menu but wondered which one was the best sweet that was caramelized, after all, her favorite sweets and desserts were the ones that were dipped in that cooked sugary caramelized goodness! Mmmm, caramel, her mouth already watered at the thought of that supple sweet yet salty taste, its rich brownish-orange tint and the viscious syrup that drips thickly.

"I guess I can make a suggestion, what do you recommend among your delicious and delectable caramelized section, and it's fine, I mean, better me than some crum-drudgery food inspector amirite?"

 

[Puppernickel]

Dani looked at the menus, she definitely saw some sweet deserts in the menu but wondered which one was the best sweet that was caramelized, after all, her favorite sweets and desserts were the ones that were dipped in that cooked sugary caramelized goodness! Mmmm, caramel, her mouth already watered at the thought of that supple sweet yet salty taste, its rich brownish-orange tint and the viscious syrup that drips thickly.

"I guess I can make a suggestion, what do you recommend among your delicious and delectable caramelized section, and it's fine, I mean, better me than some crum-drudgery food inspector amirite?"

The mare smiled and nodded, chuckling as she saw Dani's hungry expression. "I'd personally suggest the Carmelita Drizzle beverage if you're looking for caramel, although I will warn that it tends toward giving most sentient races a rather potent sugar rush. So if you take it, expect to be rather twitchy for the rest of the day." She said with a smirk, gesturing at one of the beverages listed above, an espresso with plenty of caramel syrup added, along with a dab of cream.

"As for food inspectors, well, they're actually not that bad! Especially when they get a taste of our homeland cuisine! Some of our more common customers at this location are the health inspectors actually, they may have gotten quite the craving for some of our more... exotic, delicacies." She giggled, smirking ever so slightly, as if at some inside joke, and tapped some numbers into her register. "So, how does one Carmelita Drizzle and a... Derpsberry Muffin, how does that sound?" She asked Dani, her head tilted cutely to one side. "Ah, Derpsberry Muffins are an odd magical combination. Imagine having a magical dance party in your mouth where all the participants are fruits."

 

[Space Buddha]

• Ickol fight
• Fou
• Dementia
• Gaullic Fleet

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  GM UPDATE: PVP
  
  

  Dark Ickol PVP
  
  She creeps closer, before pausing to consider her line. He should have hedged his bets, better? No. Something about being more original? Low-hanging fruit.
  
  She absently tears a loose shard of reality off of one of the spikes, and twirls it in her hand, the static image of space staring back at her. Fuck it.
  
  Creating a shield of energy directly in front of her, Dark Ickol moves to blindside Original from his flank, jabbing the long shard at his ichor-leaking socket.
  
  “Time to finally fix that artistic vision.”

  
  Original, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, avoided her strike completely, not hitting her, in return, but rather slapping her on the ass as she passed him. Given that they were in space, this was not only highly inappropriate, but caused Ickol to begin spinning feet-over-face due to the lack of gravity or friction. This did result in her being slightly dizzy, but was otherwise easily ignored. It seemed even in his most desperate moments, Original could somehow figure out how to be a creep.
  
  Dark Ickol:
  O O O O O O O O O
  
  SUPER ORIGINAL
  O O O O O O O O O O
  
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  Space Buddha
  
  Fou
  
  He wasn't quite sure what to expect from the woman when he introduced himself. Fear? Surprise? Confusion? Doubt? He certainly got some of these things, but what he didn't expect to get was affection. Fou wasn't exactly a stranger to this sort of thing, he got hugged by Indra and Ashura when they were kids multiple times before. Petted by others, this sort of thing. But this woman, while he knew was no stranger him, hugged him without real care. He didn't make an effort to push her back, but he didn't return the hug, either. Instead, The Ten-Tails just stood there- awkwardly staring at this woman. Eventually, when the amount of time for a hug passed the common amounts of time around the maybe thirty or so second mark, he pushed away with his hands. Wasn't too hard, she was like an ant compared to him when it came to strength.
  
  She was crying, too. Heaven, what the hell happened here? Fou only had a look of confusion on his eyes as he stared at the woman, then at the wet tears on his shoulder, then at everything around him. He took a few steps back, mostly to get a bit more...Comfortable. Normally, he'd enjoy hugging a naked woman, but this situation felt bizarre and too serious to...Well, not be taken seriously.
  
  "Moved to somewhere else, pretended to be a dog, nothing dramatic like you're thinking," Fou spoke bluntly, matter of factly. Tailed Beasts weren't Messiahs, and they certainly weren't Divine Figures despite being created by one. They just liked being treated normally. Respect is nice, sure, but Fou doesn't really know what to think about being treated like a Messiah. At some point, living a humble life becomes intoxicating. "The fuck happened with you lot? What's this about a curse? I've not exactly been keeping track of you all until now."
  
  Blunt and harsh.

  
  As expected, Nirti seemed upset by this, her elated expression fading a bit.
  
  "Y-You... weren't planning to come back and break the curse? You hadn't been imprisoned? and what's this about- Never mind, you're here now. Okay... let's start at the beginning. If I recall correctly, you were a gift to us of sorts, the product of some kind of great 'world tree' where our ancestors first discovered the art of biomancy. We cared for the tree, and in exchange, a god who had made it offered us a choice of a number of beings that came from the tree, though why exactly I don't remember. Out of all of those beings you were the smallest, the weakest, a runt essentially, but we chose you because we knew we could make you better. Your creator told us to take care of you, and so we did, I and the others were tasked with ensuring your life was as luxuriant as possible, and the Gash was tasked with making you more than what you were. Everything was great, I'm sure you remember, our countless nights together, journeying into the further reaches of experience, though I recall the Gash's procedures were... less than luxurious, at the time you submitted to the changes regardless of the pain, and, well, uh... While they might have not been fun, at the time, you definitely seemed to enjoy the... er... results of the operation."
  
  Nirti was clearly distracted for a few moments, recalling the various things that Fou probably now either seriously regretted or had completely forgotten about doing with shapeshifting abilities.
  
  "Anyway. That lasted for well over a century, but then the one who created you and the tree returned, the one we thought to be the god of nature. Though most cenobites now believe he was most likely Baldur or Helsa in disguise, who a played trick on us to get us to modify you in the first place. Regardless, He took you from us, and laid upon our people a terrible curse. Within moments, all of our people, save those treasonous tree-huggers to the north, were rendered numb, and remain so to this day. We were made unable to smell the sweet scent of flowers, unable to taste any delicacy no matter how intense the flavor, and unable to feel the warmth of another. Though that was not the worst affect of the curse. Within weeks we realized that we just... couldn't think of new ideas. Solutions to our problem evaded us, our culture stagnated despite our numbness and we continued seeking stimulation knowing it to be impossible. We stayed like that for a while, meaningless motions, just not knowing what else to do. It got so bad that our Royal Family began to consider a mass, ritualistic suicide. But then..."
  
  Nirti looked down at the black tar-like water, as if overwhelmed with shame.
  
  "While we couldn't think of new ideas... that didn't stop the gash from turning to an old one... You see, hundreds of years ago, our people discovered a way to transfer the sensations from another person into someone. We often just used it then for playful things, but the Gash applied it in a different way... They began capturing humans in secret, molesting and torturing them, and extracting their feelings into bottles. With that we returned to normalcy, they marketed it as a temporary reversal of parts the curse and by the time it became known how they did it, the Cult of Pain effectively ruled us, the majority explorers of Pleasure reduced to... well..."
  
  Nirti raised her arms over the liquid and gestured around her, to the run-down organic buildings of the slum.
  
  "And so it has remained. The Cult of Pain resides on the upper floors along with all the prisoners they torture for their own personal research, and in exchange we are allowed to live on the lower floors and maintain a semblance of the way we once lived..."
  
  By now, Nirti was crying. Given her story, and the fact that she just admitted to a demigod that her people have been condoning mass torture for centuries, it was understandable, but a massive question was now placed into Fou's head. Why did Ocaeril do this? Was it on purpose? Was he externally influenced in some way? Perhaps by the biting humor of a sharp-edged friend from another dimension? It didn't matter right now, what did matter was breaking this curse, and after that, taking down this "Order of the Gash".
  
  
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  Faust calmly observed the dangerous characteristics of the Siren's body, noting several different ways to attempt apprehension of one if things went south. It would be difficult, but manageable. The hardest part would be the psionics, and preventing the Siren from communicating with its allies, but that wouldn't be too diffic-
  
  If she hadn't been so engrossed in observing the Siren's internal body, she would have missed it. For a moment there was something there, and she was going to take a closer look when it became apparent what that something was. Namely, the Siren exploding.
  
  Faust's instincts, honed by several centuries of training with Dementia and Thamual, were sharp. Thus, she only experienced the initial burn of the hydrochloric acid before she acted, using her magic to remove all the acid in the room and float it into the air. Giving it a disapproving look, she politely requested through her blessing link for Dementia to deal with the damage for her. The chaos god obliged, idly working through his demigod daughter and turning the hydrochloric acid into lemon custard, and repairing the room back into its previous state, if that previous state was with a different wall paper anyway. He also removed Faust's burns, giving her a metaphysical pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek.
  
  Faust sighed deeply, leaving the room and heading for the back. It appeared that she would need to call up yet another Siren for questioning. And no lemonade this time, at least, not Equestrian lemonade. Actually, it would be best to have several all lined up to ask questions of, maybe even have three of them in the lobby at once. With a firm nod, Faust went to arrange for three Sirens to have their applications looked over, all of them at the same location, though not at the same time. Hopefully they wouldn't explode this time.

  
  Bringing in another Siren, this time at another location that isn't currently being disinfected by a hazmat team, the process effectively repeats itself, although how she hasn't exploded yet.
  
  "So, are you gonna give me the job?"
  
  
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  Space Buddha
  
  The fleet reacts nigh-instantly, weapons powering up and firing upon the crystalline vessel. The return fire is somewhat negligible, the crystalline shards breaking on the shields or destroyed from point defense fire. The few that do hit cause merely superficial damage, the shards unable to penetrate the slabs of hyper-alloys and metamaterials making up the hulls of the Gaullic fleet, not without concentrated fire, that is. High Synapse Unit 0-A238 cursed his oversight, as much as a computer could do, anyway. The Gaullic fleet returned fire, a mixture of kinetic and energy bolts streaking their way towards the enemy vessel. The ships firing systems were slaved to the command ship, allowing an unparalleled amount of accuracy.

  
  Each of the shots impacted the ship's force field, the energy bolts harmlessly diffusing off the shield and only a few projectiles penetrating, the damage they caused being largely superficial as the ship's regenerative hull immediately began to repair damages by regrowing shattered crystal. The lateral lances of the ship had seemingly finished drawing power, and began projecting out a pair of unusually shaped force fields, filling them with some sort of mist, likely conductive crystal fragments, that gave them color and form. Soon enough, a pair of massive, floating holographic arms had appeared on either side of the ship, and it began heading on a collision course with the command vessel, arms outstretched to give a hug of the fourth kind.
  
  
  
  

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[Celestial Speck]

Space Buddha
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Fou's eyebrows raised a little bit when Nirti asked if he 'wasn't imprisoned' or something of the sorts. Why would he? What Ocaeril did was essentially take him from there and try and get rid of some of the 'damage' when it came to personalities that he developed with this folk. He didn't exactly blame him. The Tailed Beasts were meant to act as defenders of the wild, or at the very least, creatures meant to act when a big danger endangering them along with everyone else arrive. Still, it was worse then he thought, but it made clear of one thing: People still thought too highly of the gods, and he didn't mean this in an offensive way to Ocaeril. He knew something was done to the Cenobites, but something to this nature was overkill, but he had a few ideas of why that happened. None of them is something Nirti would like to hear, but she should, anyways.

"Your first mistake was to both assume gods can't see certain things, and that their gaze is all the same time all-reaching." Fou began, waving his hand, before crossing his arms. He didn't need to be a genius to figure out who this 'Order of Gash' or whatever was, the Cult of Pain was as edgy as ever. "If you really knew that was the god of nature, then you should have known by that time Ocaeril hated genetic modifications to that level. I think he could have overlooked it, but I think your mistake number one was to do it with me." Fou began, explaining bluntly. There was an air of neutrality to him as if he was just saying what logically happened.

"I wasn't going to be weak forever, Nirti. I was just weakened. I was that tree, you know. The entirety of it. Gave my Chakra to make sure my brothers and sisters grew strong, but maybe a little bit too much. I was sentient back then. Chakra isn't something you lose once and can never use it again or something that can't grow. Eventually, I would have gotten everything back and be stronger than my siblings, but you all...You know." Fou then pointed to his crotch. Wait, he couldn't mean...? "...I think the degeneracy and all that stuff, principally piled up with the Cult of Pain giving you all a pretty bad rep to other races by exaggerating your actions, and giving me a fucking dick when Tailed Beasts had none for a reason is what caused...Y'know, this."

He had a feeling she was going to ask how giving him a dick and indulging him in pleasure was a bad thing. He interrupted and answered her before she could ask. "And to answer, Chakra is genetic, Nirti. Blood Activations (Kekkei Genkai) are a thing that happens because of two bloodlines mutating. Why do you think I never wanted children? Because if I had, they would be absolute monsters when it came to power, and the power of the Tailed Beasts would be abused, and the balance of Chakra would be heavily tipped to one side. Ocaeril can overlook a lot of stuff, and I'm sure he did the sexual stuff, but the misinterpretation of you all followed by what happened between all of us...Kinda caused this sad occurrence to happen."

...Right, this was someone who could nuke mountains. It was unlikely his descendants would be as powerful as him right away, but what he was saying is that they would have the potential. Fou wasn't saying 'this is your' fault, he was trying to logically say what caused this to happen. Ocaeril largely changed by now, though, and he knew that. He had a feeling that if he asked, he would break the curse if he explained it to him. He was...Really extremist back then. It was cute to see him being so kind and protective, but it was...Misguided. He thankfully seemed to grow out of it, although part of it was likely somewhat forced. Ocaeril was just as flawed as the other gods in his eyes, but at least he didn't try and hide those flaws, at least not to a large extent like others.

"...Regardless, I'll let you all out of this one, but like, drop the Biomancy stuff, or at least make some regulations to it after this. I mean, look, you guys tried different body parts like one tries a free sample of cake in a store, that with the whole BDSM schitick kinda made others kinkshame you a lot. The whole thing didn't age well." --Oh, he was willing to help. That was sudden after everything he just said. "Want me to contact Ocaeril right now to break the curse or do you want me to kill the Order of Whatever first? Think I can blow up a hole in the wall so all your friends could get out pretty easily, so." Fou shrugged as if he was asking if she wanted KFC or Mcdonalds. Regardless, Fou could try and remove the curse by himself, something he doubts he could do, or ask Ocaeril to do it. The choice was hers.

 

[Churl]

GM UPDATE: PVP



Original, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, avoided her strike completely, not hitting her, in return, but rather slapping her on the ass as she passed him. Given that they were in space, this was not only highly inappropriate, but caused Ickol to begin spinning feet-over-face due to the lack of gravity or friction. This did result in her being slightly dizzy, but was otherwise easily ignored. It seemed even in his most desperate moments, Original could somehow figure out how to be a creep.

Dark Ickol:
O O O O O O O O O

SUPER ORIGINAL
O O O O O O O O O O

Original roll - Evade - 4
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Dark Ickol PVP

The goddess gazed dully at that perverted shitstain as she channeled her sphere into her fingers and halted herself by plunging them into nothing in particular. Scratch marks hung in the air as her momentum stopped, and she sighed. That spear really want worth it at this point, but damn it if this freak walks out of this thinking he’s still got any worth at all.

She looked at one of the scratch marks in reality, and angled her head slowly until the jagged lines appeared to cross over Original. Everything’s a matter of perspective, really. Using her sphere once more, the various cracks in reality closed, imperfectly, of course, due to her sphere. She kept her eyes trained on Original, and in what must be a confusing sight from his perspective the following occurs: as Dark Ickol tilts her head and softly chuckles, the scratch marks in fro t of her disappear. Well, not quite. Most of them close up, but where the image overlaps with the distant Original, slashes suddenly appear across his body.

“Psssh... nothin personal... kid.”

 

[Puppernickel]

Bringing in another Siren, this time at another location that isn't currently being disinfected by a hazmat team, the process effectively repeats itself, although how she hasn't exploded yet.

"So, are you gonna give me the job?"​

Faust hummed loudly, tapping her chin as she pretended to think about the Siren's question. In truth, she was wondering how to proceed with this. Sure, she could accept the Siren into the staff, but she still needed to question a Siren, preferably a high ranking one. However, she didnt want to alienate the Sirens, after all she wanted to learn Fork them and possibly spread friendship to them..... wait. Did she just make a pun in her head? Deciding to ignore that for now, Faust looked at the Siren and gave her a broad smile.

"Well, everything checks out with your application so far, Miss... Daisy, was it? There's just a few questions that need clarified that seem to be off." Using her magic Faust grabbed a paper and pen, giving the Siren a curious look as she hummed loudly. How to start? Subtle and manipulative? Or blunt and brutal?..... she was feeling like the latter today, so blunt and brutal it was, with a healthy side of shock factor! Adopting a cheerful expression, Faust nodded at the Siren as she tapped the pen on her paper, also holding up a second paper that was easily identifiable as the woman's application.

"So. First off, what race are you? Says on your application sheet that you identify as 'Human', but as the CEO of Caffine&Cuddles Emporium I need to know your real race, and if you have any allergies." She said in a calm even tone, her voice absent even a single ounce of accusation as she gave the Siren a calm smile of honest curiosity. "We dont want to cause any of our employees harm after all, we'd hate if we made you explode like the last one of your kind who came in here! And she was so friendly to...." She said sadly, her eyes misting up with barely suppressed tears as she sniffed loudly.

Just in case this tactic backfired horribly, Faust had already asked Dementia to place a shield spell over herself and the room that would prevent the Siren's blood from destroying anything. She wasn't taking any chance that Sirens could explode if exposed to too much shock and stress, and was prepared to use telekinesis to prevent even a single drop form spilling out onto the floor, or anywhere else for that matter. In addition, Faust was also scanning over the Sirens psicic link, attempting to 'read' any messages entering or exiting the Sirens mind during this conversation. If she was going to warn her comrades, Faust would like to be aware, at the very least....