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Mar 8th, 2024 (edited)
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  1. *Ashra Tsentai(x) Stood there, how many times had he and Rendo fought? Not in this life but previous ones? Jhon had faced him many times and who knows how many times they fought before that. Perhaps this was a reoccuring aspect of destiny. Perhaps their souls were intertwined, destined to battle time and time again till time immemorial.
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  3. Every crack of the fist felt familiar, brought flashbacks of a life that was not his own. Every kick, a feeling of deja-vu. Every action was a flow and a dance he had seen before, in another time, in another life. Echoes of other realities, of other realms, him clashing with others over and over again.
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  5. Jhon, Gabriel, Bloodhawk, Yusuranis, Orion, Articho, Celeric, Miko, Jon. All a thousand worlds apart and yet all born from the same cloth, on a narrative level that none of them could comprehend, bound by pataphysical strands. The same author acting out his dreams in another story.
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  7. All desperate for strength, desperate for an escape from a world he found unfamiliar and cold. For in these worlds, light existed, in these worlds the avatars he choose could act, could change things on such a grand scale he could not hope to do himself.
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  9. Slowly Ashra would close a single fist closing his eyes, as the veil between it all, shattered for but one moment. A voice not his own, not of this world spoke, to all those around him.
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  11. "Unlimited lives we have lived, innumerable fights we have fought, one universe to the next, enemies, allies, lovers, villains. All authors seeking to write their story, to make their mark on some reality, an escape, a distraction from a world so cold. We pen our art to the universes below our own. In hopes of making something beautiful, a tale we can be proud of. I have been called a thousand names, walked a thousand paths."
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  13. His avatar, Ashra Tsentai would open his eyes, fists raised in defiance against what was before him. But this wasn't Ashra was it? No this was something else, some outside force, something beyond the scope of this realm, beyond the scope of the eldritch to all those around them.
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  15. "I have wielded a million blades, clashed a thousand fists, broke a billion bones. In a trillion worlds i have seen the stars die out, only to be reborn again. Fleeting worlds, a week, two? Months sometimes. But in the end, it all fades. Its how it has always been."
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  17. "Though my world is pale and unexciting in comparison, here my dreams can be made true. The impossible can be done. The unbreakable broken. The unshakable, shook."
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  19. His hand quickly shot to the right as the body of Ashra shed every limiter that it had ever had, could of ever contained. Every gate every spiritual force errupted in a brilliant flash of multicolored protomatter, the building blocks of existance Echoes of eternities, stars and galaxies swirled within him.
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  21. "I have had many avatars, walked many worlds, created a thousand more. I like a billion others am the pen to the paper, the imagination realized. The story desperate to be told, the dreams fufilled. I am hope, i am man...i am...."
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  23. Everything went quiet, the universe was still, the very moment it seemed as if all time had stopped completely, every atom, every speck of qi, sweat, ever cell. Visible for but a brief moment. The breadth of eternity there for all to see as he extended his other arm in an almost cross like pose.
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  25. " I am Jonathan Gabriel Henness," "
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  27. And in that moment everything resumed, a thousand stars shot through the sky, galaxies blinked out of existance and back in. The very foundation of the world for a brief moment was shattered and remade. The one rule they had all agreed to, had been broken. The fourth wall, the veil between these naratives and their own. Had shattered.
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  29. A wave of narrative energy the likes of which no lower being could comprehend washed over the land and see, pataphysical barriers bending and breaking as the author stepped into his avatar.
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  31. To write the story how he deemed it.
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  33. (An author from a world a thousand leagues apart has entered! I don't know what would be apped for here, rp power or something? I DUNNO! I just thought it would be cool!)*
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