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[SIGNAL LOST]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM

[RESUME]

Drawbacks: Making New Friends, Gentle Disconnection, Friendly Fire (1600)

Situational Major Arcanas: The Lovers, The Empress, Death (1900)

Scenario 2: First Day on the Job (2100)

Scenario 1: Beyond the Bounds (2300)

Engineer

Technological Expert (Free)
Dismantler (1800)
Jammer Pulse (Free)
Dummy Cell (Free)
Gravity Furnace (Free)
Sanakan Soul (1200)
Harder, Better, Faster Stronger (800)
Defragmentation Device (500)
[VIRUS] (300)
Spatial Warp (200)
Cave 8 Researcher (0)

Gravitons? Matter-energy lifeform synthesis? Digital refinement? This shall be a bountiful trip in the name of SCIENCE! We have such plans for this grimdark dystopia of the whoevenknows millennium. Which…seems to be gently glitching in and out of existence! But no matter, just think of the possibili-

[First Day on the Job]

-uh.

Or…we could get stuck in an obnoxiously anime alternate universe. Godsdammit, must’ve forgotten to reverse the polarity of the anti-tachyons again. Hold on. Well. That’s rather odd, there’s 7 of you here with us. When there’s usually, in fact, 8. Is someone playing hide-and-seek-the-Blind-Eternities again?

Well. Anyway, we shall apply for a position to teach…Social Justice. Because that’s clearly something we’re an expert on! Hacking is the BEST form of social justice! And the SECOND best form of social justice is a set of Hyperium-reinforced Equal Dark Matter armour with AMP motion enhancers, Correspondence-enhanced hard taping and built-in Graviton Beam Emitter! Remember kids: Your cause is just if you “just” have enough firepower to make everyone else agree!

[Period 1: Meet & Greet]

Typical substandard government education planning. Could thing we carry any number of subspace engineering marvels just for circumstances like this. Granted, it’ll take a while to tweak ours from Necron sniper perch to homeroom but the point is-everyone’s first assignment will be programming holograms to make the faculty think they’re actually present while we learn in a PROPER learning environment. After the Matrix-style mindjacks to download all the hacking/social justice know-how a Path to Victory can derive.

And heck. Might as well take on all the kids. Because where else are they going to get the boring learning part out of the way in the time it takes to pirate an album?

Oh hey, Yion! Didn’t see you there.

Hold on, you must be an alternate universe variant of one of our companions! Well, as long as you’re here you might as well do your best until we can get all this out of the way and move on.

...

…was it something we said? It. It was “move on”, wasn’t it? Hey. Hey, wait up! You forgot your mindjack!

Well then. The faculty’s a bit of a mixed bunch. Sanakan’s overly trigger happy, not that we hold it against her. Zoichi may be a problem depending on how tactical things get. Halogan’s a twit, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing since he’s also the most likely to turn a blind eye to our mindjacks. Kozlov remains the most sensible and levelheaded person in the building, and as for the Matriarch…the last time we met someone like her, we set her soul on fire and had marshmellows on her burning world-corpse.

So that’s going to make for some awkward coffee breaks. Especially if she deigns to ask about the circlets we’ll be handing out to our students.

[Period 2: Field Trip]

It’s been hard going. We finally resorted to literally holding the pinball machine at GBM point to motivate Itou’s lazy ass. Nishu, Nayuta & Ayuta ended up needing hyperbolic telepathy revision sessions to figure out how to use their downloaded knowledge as well as possible. This iteration of Yion just…refuses to talk to us at all, but at least she’s motivating Kahdal to do well? Mensab kept trying to sabotage the suits’ database until we bonded over making a sapient AI together, and all the knowledge is still getting to Dhomchevsky’s head. At least Davine’s been falling in line well enough, and Susono’s attitude is a moot point because the mindjack filled in everything she didn’t know already.

On the downside, Killy seems to be enjoying our educational uber-suits far too much. That’s the third this week Sanakan’s department has mysteriously disintegrated.

The good news is-if the millions of combat simulations those suits have don’t help our students solve the Silicon Life assignment easily, the precognitive HUD software surely will. Really, we just ought to be on site to make sure none of them are shooting each other. And because Mary’s inevitably going to get bored and wander off to start killing the things herself.

Elizabeth and Radio Noise are currently helping out as our co-counselers officially. And in actuality, helping us study these ongoing time-space anomalies. We can’t help but worry we’ve missed something crucial.

[Period 3: Sports Meet]

Looks like it’s time for an EXTREME COOKING MONTAGE. We mean, anyone can blunder through laser track or bomb soccer with no issues, but combat cookery is srs bsns. And if they can survive our kitchen, they can survive /anywhere/

Event 1: Class Match Soccer. Time to activate the Thinker-class thought acceleration enhancements in the mindjacks. Covertly.

Event 2: The Gauntlet. Kiva was asking the other day if those Imaginos enhancements were really necessary. Angela disagreed. Guess we know who owes who money now.

Event 3: Wrap Up Meal. KILL YOUR PREY. RIP OUT IT’S GODDAMN TESTICLES AND MAKE THEM INTO SOUP. THIS IS HOW YOU TORIKO, KIDS

We’ve been asking Kozlov what’s up with Yion for some time now; she’s coming out of her shell but…that look in her eye. Even he doesn’t quite get it, though we’ve compared notes over quite a few salmon dinners by now. Our obsessive micromanagement is actually earning us points in Sanakan’s favour, and Zoichi’s fascinated with our revolutionary GBM technology. We summoned some literal angels to tell Halogen to help us win and-well, he’s certainly on board now. The Matriarch’s been hard to find lately, though. Probably basic survival instincts kicking in.

[Free Period: Recess Break]

The Sports Meet technically wasn’t a disaster. Events 1 and 2 were passed with flying colours. And we consider Event 3 a complete success even if some of the Matriarch’s students were cannibalised for dishes and half the building collapsed during the firefight. Too many cooks and all that. It’s not our students’ fault that making a great lasagne takes sacrifices.

The Governing Agency could, theoretically, get cross with us for interfering with the time-space continuum to do our job properly. However,

Thanks to certain perks from Titanfall and Chroma Squad among others, we have a lot more latitude. We also have a great deal of blackmail material on them thanks to Unknown Resources.
As a Keeper of the Law, (thanks Endless Legend!) we’ve found a loophole where we’re merely adjusting our PERSONAL progression of time rather than the Net Sphere’s as a whole
We are a god of time. Their argument is invalid.

Vivid Transparency: This is simple. We show him big guns. We offer to give him even bigger guns if he gets his shit together. Problem solved.

MS-903: By miniaturising our gravity furnace technology, we created this tasteful bracelet and also this tasteful necklace to keep the clothes attracted to her body.

Hero’s Come Back: Time to tweak the mindjack a little

Paranoid Android: YESTERDAY, YOU SAID TODAY! DON’T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS!

Not Just Communication: Surprisingly, nobody here seems to know how to un-flip a flipped Windows desktop

Awe of He: JUST…DO IT!

Undertaker: We have, in fact, gotten Davine to ring in her little group. And the Thinker-class enhancements in his brain ought to have solved this issue by now

Ergo Proxy: We’re gonna get along just find. Report to our co-counselers, and we can find you permanent backdoor access-

The Light Called “You”: -on one condition.

Busy Doing Nothing: You’re an elite social justice hacker, now. Congratulations.

Black Reflection: Okay, this is…going to be trickier. Wait, we’ve got it: We’ll introduce her to her Biomega counterpart.

Case Closed: Blackmail solves everything. And we have sufficient blackmail to make the Agency more worried about expulsion than anything.

Shounen Heart: Our ever-expanding cabal of SJW hacker anti-government conspirators can always use a new recruit

Twin Icon: Serious Series: Serious Reconciliation (Path to Victory+You Are Not Alone+We Stand Together+You Can Be More+Anti-Demon Wavelength)

White Reflection: Making these mindjacks quasi-sentient and adaptable was our best idea yet

Eternal S-

…

…it’s definitely on purpose. She’s doing everything in her power to avoid further contact with us. it’s getting hard to read mind, souls and futures because of the glitch in reality we’re plagued by, but the despair about her is truly absolute-there is no resentment or outrage in her, just resignation. This must be an iteration of Yion who we never met except…the other day, we gave her a Kozlov plushie. And she just looked at us. And she just said,

“Why weren’t you there?”

And she’s gone. And we’re left to wonder why for all our power-we couldn’t stop her.

[Period 4: Study Hall]

15 students moulded into sufficiently functional genius killing machines, one student afflicted by critical existence failure.

As for the exam-Fairly straightforward multiple choice paper followed by cracking an encryption. With social justice.

Good thing Sanakan and Kozlov are willing to come to an arrangement.  The suits’ll handle Zoichi’s gauntlet just fine. Halogan’s determined to be a droning bore so-meh.

Regardless, our class is finally ready to access the most powerful upgrade to their suits yet: The Portal gun integration. We’ll run a quick course of thinking with portals-and then, we’re going to unlock the Pagan Science super mode within the suits, and have them divide and conquer the Silicon Life as a team building exercise. Hey, it worked for Genghis Khan just fine.

As for actually securing the tower-well, that’s what our EX Noble Phantasm’s for. If nothing else, this show of power should let the Governing Authority know they’re managing the sector on OUR behalf, not the other way around.
[Graduation Time: Caelum finis est]

Welp. Totally leaving a few suits and their schematics with Kozlov, so’s the next exam will be less Battle Royale and more Truancy. Last we saw those kids were talking about some sort of revolution against the Governing Agency. We’re sure they’ll make us proud post-Spark.

We’ve had quite enough of this topsy turvy education system, and there’s a researcher who’s offered to get us out of here in exchange for some help. No prizes on guessing who could’ve made contact with us from the gulf between jumps. So that’s familiar territory to fall back on.

15 out of 16 isn’t bad but…it’s. Unfortunate the 16th had to be the one that mattered.

…moving on.

Nihei High Medical Kit (130)
Wide Area Loudspeaker (110)
Moefication Plate (90)
Robotic Jizou (70)
Portable Discipline (60)
MemoryX12: 1560mb (0)

Oh well. Time to meet Jump-Chan’s mysterious henchmen again.

[We All Make Mistakes]

Seriously though-who ARE you people? Nobles? Repurposed higher servants of the God-Machine? Surely you’re not other planeswalkers-in-training, the Benefactress has been decidedly hands-off. All our triumphs and failures have stemmed from our choices over the years, not hers.

Hold up, Threnos-let us have a closer look at that dossier. Those quantum ripples-we’ve only ever seen that distinct space-time collapse in three other occurrences: The annihilation of Orikan, the destabilisation of Aon and the Overloaded Metastasis Event. Bakana…no, that would be absurd. These planes are impermeable by Her power, but-yes, perhaps the same kind of event was aborted, narrowly averting some sort of quantum apocalypse to the entire superstructure.

Yes. Yes, this requires direct intervention.

[Elegiac Passage]

Ah yes, quantum-locked chrono-spatial graviton femtolattice. Very nice work, if we do say so ourself.

Sidequests. Sidequests never change. Well, the constant shifting of reality is giving us a headache trying to calibrate the Path to Victory so-might as well take the scenic route.

[Task: Skivvie Extermination]

This man is trying to use us as a glorified janitor. We do not work for free, and summary slit his throat before taking his memory (1816mb)

[Task: Hostile Lifeform Investigation]

After a lot of frantic graviton beam impacts, we just sort of gave up and got Astrid to distract her by rambling about alchemy. While we slipped out the backdoor, nuked their hive with some surplus love we happened to have and returned with their fried carapaces (1968mb)

[Task: Worm Extermination]

We did promise Alita a chance to try out her brand new graviton-gauss palm thrusters so-once we get back far enough, we’re just going to let her go nuts.

Also we’re giving the fellow techie a portal gun. Because why not. (2330mb)

[Waltz to Destruction]

Note to self: Totally studying these energy signature to further improve the Sting-Ray (2584mb)

[The Little Girl]

What.

Uh.

Sure?

Still working out the Path to Victory’s kinks but-yeah, it’s over there. One transliminal bear delivery coming up. (2940mb)

[The Corpse]

Here’s a better idea: We’ve got some Imaginos nanites and a little extra Water of Life, everything you need to generate a brand new ego-imposed body.

Be nice to compare notes, though. (3196mb)

Breaching the Megastructure might have been problematic-if we hadn’t had thousands of years’ experience with teleportation, shifting out of phase with reality and general transdimensional travel. Still having Radio going full Zappy Dan on the hostiles to prevent more from being alerted though

[Road to Perdition]

The Electrofisters were drawn by a sudden hail of GBEs smashing a hole through the Megastructure near our general location. They arrived to found a population of Safeguard kneeling in rapturous reverence, because we’ve finally had enough of this nonsense and have put on our special hat. How special is it? Well…aeons ago we alchemically fused Bedlam’s Crown with A Weight Upon Our Brow while having Burke Blood in our vein-analogues and well-suffice to say the Safeguard aren’t going to be a problem again.

Either way. Time to meet new friends and make some memories.

[The Man in Black]

We know Johnny Cash, and you sir, are no Johnny Cash.

You are, however, in luck because our advanced portal gun technology is super adaptable [3452mb]

[The Scientist]

We lend her a faint simulacrum of our hat since the actual hat dwarfs galaxies at this point. Machines barrel down the corridor only to prostrate themselves before the Omnissiah’s favored. Silicon Life are cowed and made to bend the knee, assisting the machines in clearing out any and all detritus in our way. Business as usual. (3778mb)

[A Familiar Little Girl]

Again? Oh well. Let’s take the quick route this time, alright? This wormhole projector ought to get us to Mr Leifnovich in no time.

Don’t mind the Silicon life, they’re just here to clear the way (4034mb)

[A Mysterious Woman]

She seemed overly relieved that Killy and Cibo were already far away within the bowls of the factory.

We traded a perpetual energy machine and an Aeontech matter-energy converter to the Electrofishers in exchange for blueprints on everything they have, because capitalism is kill. A deal’s a deal though (4290mb)

Onward, to within the facility-and into contact with Mensab. We shall have words with the Central AI to explain our purpose here-namely, to find the greater facility-and convince it to cancel the teleportation sequence. We can be most persuasive to intelligences of the artificial persuasion even without our hat.

Since she won’t have to expend any more energy now, we shall instead fix up her programming pro bono. In return, we’ve received a free teleportation near somewhere known as Jupiter.

(4546mb)

[You’re Not Here]

Hmm. This isn’t Jupiter. Oh well, time to reach through the veil of Fate to determine the optimal path to-

-OW. Weird, for a second-something was blocking our foresight. Nevermind, we’ve got a good idea of where to teleport towards. This region of the city seems charmingly dreary, much like the rest of this place.

[A Familiar Gun, A Familiar Face, A Familiar Destructive Impulse]

Hi Killy. We see you’ve made good use of that portal gun attachment. Well, if your courier’s in a bit of a pickle you can borrow this projected simulacrum of hat for a few memories. We’ll keep our own simulacrum of the hat just to make sure there’s no problems with extracting her. (5058mb)

[“Sanakan”]

Oh, the AGENCY. We…kinds blackmailed them in another reality. Shit was whack, yo.

Anyway if you’re looking for Cibo she’s just waiting over there with Killy. Here, take this portal gun. You’ll need it to keep up with ‘em and/or dodge incomming graviton beams (5570mb)

[Mr. Leifnovich Speaks]

It all makes sense now. You were a technowizard who wanted to be the little girl.

Y’know what, we’re keeping that bear just to figure out its’ secrets. You lot, stop laughing. We must SCIENCE this teddy bear to reveal its’ secrets (6082mb)

Anyway, back to the battle of Silicon Life that’s apparently happening now! Now is not the time for fear-because it’s time to REALLY flex our new tricks. With the power of our Noble Phantasm every Builder in the vicinity is a Divine Beast-tier minion in waiting, and our l33t hacker skills spell doom for Davine in tandem with our Video Conduit prowess. Elodie, kindly restrain Cibo so she doesn’t do something stupid to hurt herself while we commence releasing RPIP nanites uplifted to be moulded into our image, forge them into machine angels to carry out our will in seconds and exterminate these rusty fleshbags like the vermin they are.

Finally, THAT seems to be the right elevator. Time to figure out just who’s playing silly buggers in this madhouse

Ah, it’s you! Hello Yion Green, you might not recognise us but we’re a traveler from another dimension who rescued another iteration of you. Now, we understand you’re currently in a bit of a predicament but don’t worry, whatever it is that’s bothering you can be fixed by our vast cosmic powers.

Nihei High? So you were THAT Yion! It’s getting hard to peer through reality’s veil in this reality and we didn’t recognise you. But we promise you, just because you’re an alternate iteration of our companion doesn’t mean we don’t c-Here. A little something to ease your pain. Mend your wounds. Excuse us, just going to flash fry these tentacles.

Now we know it’s a lot to ask but if you could just trust u-

...

-what?

WHAT?!

No.

Nononono, that. That’s not. You can’t. She’s. She’s safe. In stasis, with the rest of them. We /chose/ to spare her from these bad memories. She wasn’t supposed to come here at all.

No!

No, you were under HER aegis. NOTHING was supposed to touch any of you. Her power is the next best thing to ABSOLUTE.

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SAFE.

NO. Stop that immediately, you’re bleeding out! WHY THE SHIT ARE YOU BLEEDING OUT. Where are your augmentations?! WE SHAPED YOU TO HANDLE THINGS FAR WORSE THAN A LITTLE STAB WOUND, NOW PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AND-

And stop talking about trans-temporal events like they can’t be changed, you of all beings should know what we’re capable of! Wait! Why are you-stop that!

What are you doing?!

[Scenario 1.5b] – [Noli Me Tangere ~ Who Has Time for Tears?]

Why? WHY?!

BECAUSE YOU’RE WORTH IT, DAMN YOU.

Of all the things to-did you think we chose you for no reason?! This isn’t-just because we have our greater purposes doesn’t mean we cut down our own without a second thought. Yes, yes we know. We’ve killed millions like you,  for less but here’s the thing: They weren’t you. They could NEVER be you. They could never understand what it’s like to stride the worlds, to be the outsider /and how dare you undervalue yourself/ by even presuming you mean so little to us we would cast you aside.

…

…dammit, why do you think I even became who and what we are in the first place? You’re the only ones we could be /certain/ we could give a happy ending to someday. You think us arrogant. You think me selfish and callous, and you would be right. We’ve had to be, so when all this ends you /will/ be safe from the threats of the multiverse.

So when we say we’ll save you and the world together, it is not a matter of belief. It is an inevitability, written into the very fabric of the cosmos.

Isn’t that right, Niardi?

(Movement. A vast sea of pale worms, from ones smaller than grass to ones lightyears wide and even longer. They blow out the void, and seem to extend from within it. They stretch into infinity. The woman that slips from them is a grotesque mannikin woven from the least of their coils, the height of Anon’s own avatar. Faceless, she stares. With every step she takes, she shivers and twitches)

“So…the device worked, after all. I was afraid when your countermeasures successfully inured yourself against the Deadlight’s full force but as you can see, its’ side effects have successfully baited you here. It’s been…how many centuries since you smote me to ash? I lost track of the aeons”

Not long enough, you overgrown parasite. Even that flesh you wear is borrowed and stolen. Great Old Ones. Chakra coils. Hunger Cells.

(Worms twitch. She contorts; worms making up her torso unwind and rewind furiously)

“I remember now. When you smote me with that cursed fire, the meanest fragment of me escaped into the multiversal transportation facilities of a certain electric company right before it detonated. I know not how long I drifted, only that it was dark. Cold. I think I might have been afraid. I don’t remember what fear feels like, but I was barely alive”

And let us guess. You made a bargain with one of them.

(Memory. Nostalgia. She is still now)

“Ha. Yes. But not the one you must be thinking of-the Black Pharoah only passed me once to laugh at my folly. No-once, I almost drifted into the outskirts of a reality. I met the fading consciousness of the being you knew as Orikan the Diviner. It was he who predicted the Metastasis Event that would overload under the pressure of your very being, and allow us to regain our forms. It was he who uplifted your enemies with his works as contingencies, my power over flesh bartered for samples across the worlds and the Deadlight technology. Even when he lay dying at your hands a second time, it was he who foresaw you would return one day to a reality adjacent my own-and asked that I follow in the wake of primordial death to seek me out"

Then-all this, and stealing our companion. Vengeance, we presume.

“…yes. No. Not mine. I-I-I saw opportunity. Its’ passage dissolved the boundaries between some of the worlds you never passed through. Worlds you have yet to pass through. Worlds you will never pass through. I abandoned my allies, and fled to one I thought was harmless"

It must have been liberating. Being above consequences.

(She unravels, briefly, and when she reassembles she shivers with rage)

“I lost too much, surviving that void. I found a world that was like the old one, before the megastructure. I went among the humans and I made slaves of them. When I thought i was ready, I prepared to infest the world. But there was power in them I could not grasp or recognise. They died by the hundreds, then they refused to. Then they hurt me with killing intent alone. Then they started breaking free in the thousands. I was culled, burned, denied. On the brink of victory, they learned to rewind time, and kill me over and over again”

Let us guess. You fell.

“There was a mountain the humans did not approach. I let them think they killed me, and abandoned my main body to flee once more under it. Beneath, I saw a trail of blood. I found the murderer right after they slew the gatekeeper to that land, and I took their body”

(She shivers)

“There was someone else already there”

Chara. Yes, we smell the DETERMINATION on you now. The human SOULs you feasted upon.

“We have come…to an arrangement. Strength beyond measure, in exchange for the fulfilment of Orikan’s plan. For all its’ p-p-power, it is a c-child, and we have…learned much, together”

...

“I crossed the worlds, one at a time. And I made slaves of their kings, and cattle of their citizens, and I stole away their treasures in cysts. I have attained power enough to end worlds, and I will-“

-kill us. Hard enough to make it stick, even.

Just like you destroyed every world you passed through.

And then what?

“…”

And then what? You take your revenge, maybe we’re undone and banished back to our world of origin. Or maybe we simply…cease. What next? Will you destroy the multiverse? Where does it end, Niardi? When is it enough? Because that’s some partnership you have going on, if the price of your journey is that you remake the world into the very image of the void between worlds.

What will you do, when there’s no flesh left? When every world is dark and empty?

(Niardi opens her mouth and shuts it. She has no answer. She has had no answer for aeons)

What do you think your partner will do? Because we know of the being you speak of. You think Chara will let you live? You wanted to rule, but under his hand you’ll never do another thing but destroy. You can reign over the ashes of the omniverse all you like, you’ll be just as empty and worthless as the day you died.

“…I’ve said enough said too much already. Stop my partner. If you can"

(Niardi averts her eyes. All her fight and pride momentarily abandon her, a limp puppet resting upon its’ strings. And then she looks up, her eyes shining with empty red light, leaking black ichor)

“That is enough”

And as for /you/, well-let’s not stand on ceremony. It’s obvious why you’re here.

(Niardi’s face gains colour, rosy cheaks, brown hair-and becomes Chara’s)

“You’re really something special, aren’t you? HP. ATK. DEF. GOLD. EXP. LV. Every limiter, shattered like a broken heart. And yet, you indulge that sickening pretence of restraint and attachment. I will erase you, and attain the absolute. We both know what follows next”

(The killing intent suffuses the worm-gestalt with a red glow. The megastructure rusts and rots, Chara’s DETERMINATION chipping away at it)

Oh well. We’d say this was nothing personal, kid, but we’d be a liar.

“You ruined my line. It is now”

Rolled 3/8

The battle is one of cosmic proportions. Powerlevels are irrelevant, for our enemy is as limitless as we are infinite. The decisive factors of this duel are far more fundamental and deadly concepts we can bring to bear against each other. Its' advantage, SOULs and EXP. Our advantage, Two Can Play At This Game and Megalovania. Each of us has trump cards in reserve: It has SAVE states and LOVE, we have the Noble Eightfold Path and the light of our soul.

For all its’ power, it’s attacks are deceptively simple. Slashes through reality powered by sheer hatred. Worms collapsed into familiar shapes and used as stabbing implements. There is no finesse, only blind rage and aggression-but honed through practice to cut straight for the soul. Portals are sundered by the blows. Starfire burns their flesh into thrashing charcoal, but he barely pauses to SAVE an unscathed iteration of the missing flesh. And the sins crawling on his back only urge him to fight onwards, every slash ending a world as godsteel and soulfire and hypermatter bleed from us.

We give ground, again, and again. A dodge through time, a limitless space trap-but we have looked into Chara’s eyes. It has seen the other version of his reality. And that, more than anything, fills him with DETERMINATION.

Rolled 6/8

Jupiter cracks at the seems. Vaster and more terrible aspects of ourself manifest within the world just as Chara frantically chops away at it, stabbing tendrils deep within to rot reality from the inside out. Vaster worms face us, and an infinite swathe of sharped psychic hatred is launched. We parry most of the blow, and concentrate our own psychic might into a burning lance-only to instead launch two massive Rembrances of Time at Chara, as he struggles to overcome being temporally destabilised. Wildly slashing, he prepares to SAVE as our own ichor stains the megastructure-only for a retroactive low blow to break his concentration. Only then do we launch the blade, simultaneously concentrating every possible version of it into one vector of space-time while charging it with energy to unfurl into countless worlds. Chara only advances even as it sunders him from the inside out, forcing through a hit that kills an entire branch of space-time within us.

The gamble paid off; even surrounded by its’ hate, the psychic blade continues shearing through him and the wounds in its’ wake split wider and multiply. A thought occurs to us; in another time and place, Chara was brought low by gravity-based attacks to the SOUL. Weathering a pan-dimensional strangulation, we concentrate a singularity of graviton-paramagic and rukh in reserve. As it slaughters the angels bursting from our wounds, we invest Soulfire into the orb and shunt it through higher dimensions at him.

Chara is launched through Jupiter, crashing through the megastructure to land at its’ outmost rim. The force of his repulsion causes the surrounding megastructure to-

Rolled 8/8

-it SAVEs

But the wounds remain, tearing it apart, infused with our divine radiance. Confused, it SAVEs over and over again, only slowing the damage. And caging it in AT-fields, we pummel it with gravitons until Chara shatters them from the inside out, more fields materialising to cage its' very SOUL even as it slashes and slashes. It’s not enough. Chara goes low, gutting us as a million worms manifesting the very concept of war itself to bomb our exterior.

So the next charge of rukh we amass is invested with youkai magics as well. Chara is no fool; it brings its’ blade down again and again, shattering the orb. The blade comes up yet again-and is stopped by a dainty, massive hand. As Chara wrestles with Jubileus, we rally the tatters of the spell, directing its’ energy in an improvised vortex of soulfire before it can fully disperse at its’ original target.

And with a clap of thunder, Chara’s FIGHT button implodes.

It smiles, drawing DETERMINATION around itself, preparing to SAVE hard enough to recoup all its’ ability to fight, holding itself together through sheer will. “You should be grateful. If I hadn’t SAVED myself, your precious world might not have survived”

This too we foresaw. Sound familiar? Now that we’ve determined how you’re disrupting our Path, we can fine tune it. You are strong, but your recursive resurrection is the only remotely unpredictable thing about you. This battle is at an end.

“That won’t be en-“

You still don’t get it, do you? We know how you got here. We know how the mechanism with which you disrupted our passage works. In fact, we bet YOU never even looked deeper into it. You just saw something that might level the playing field against us.

Do you really think you’re the only one who studied the Deadlight?

Yion. Please, do the honours.

(A door to the Warehouse opens. Yion emerges, having hidden during the battle. On her left hand, she wears Anon’s gauntlet. In her right hand, she bears a heart-shaped locket knocked lose from Chara’s flesh during the fighting)

(Chara screams impotently as she brings the locket down on the gauntlet)

(And in an attosecond that never was, it is ejected from existence)

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[Room of Angel]

It’s over. Chin up kid, just a little further.

At least these elevators don’t have crappy muzak playing in them. Let’s fix you up in the meantime. Yes, we back up everyone’s personalities on the Bastion. Semper fidelis and all that.

And here we are.

[Compilation Request Acknowledged]

Recompilation (B) (5572)
Recompilation (W) (4548)
sleep (3780)
Latency (3012)
STO (2500)
SSB (1988)
E-Field (1476)
Barrier (1220)
Key (964)
ping32 (0) [http://pastebin.com/cyCfLA6Q]

Well. That’s that. As you can see Yion, with the Deadlight integrated your powers and modifications have been restored just as new. Quantum’s funny like that.

Oh hey Threnos, you’re looking oddly translucent today.

Here’s to not screwing up from now on.

>FIN