Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Well, it sure will "halp".
Darn it, Taylor is there any break from escalation?
Though I wonder how QA will be shifted because of the "Variance System"...
Collect an ass whooping, to be precise.
Broken Adventure
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover
- Status
Darn it, Taylor is there any break from escalation?
Though I wonder how QA will be shifted because of the "Variance System"...
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
Worth Noting: Without even really intending to, Variance just took over Earth Bet in a very real way. Thanks to Tithe system, he and his inner circle are almost the sole arbiters of who has power, laws be damned. On top of that, if it really comes down to it he's got a set of unbeatable WMDs in the form of the Endbringers.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
- Location
- Here
Grrr, I tried it and it felt wrong. Even if it is a better choice due to grammar or spelling, I feel Lung would go with it as is.
This is why I try and avoid Skidmark interludes by the way, that man hurts language just by accident.
Just reread the whole thing, love how he calls himself out in one of the first few chapters.
Someone has probably mentioned it before, but it feels like he's turning into one of the Elder Gods from the tabletop game Exalted. He's still a miniature one at this point, but it feels like that's the direction he's heading in.
Someone has probably mentioned it before, but it feels like he's turning into one of the Elder Gods from the tabletop game Exalted. He's still a miniature one at this point, but it feels like that's the direction he's heading in.
DualEquinox
Verified Smartass
- Location
- Australia
Funnily enough, I had the opposite thought - I wonder how Variances powers are going to react and evolve through having access to QA via Tithe and Research going to town on it...
Even as OP as Variance is the multitasking/parallel processing upgrades he could utilise due to data from QA isn't a small thing... Seriously you think his Technomancy was scary before? Depending on how heavily QA influences his power and the efficiency at which Research can apply the data he could now have ridiculously efficient internal parallel processing and data interpretation with no observable upper limit and the ability to sustain Septillions of simultaneous external connections with basically no loss of performance. After all, such a thing canonically isn't exactly outside of QA's capabilities...
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- Location
- United Kingdom
He just needs to create a worldwide auction function and some respawn points to have an mmorpg.
Ashkari
(Verified Ink-slinger)
- Location
- United States
Too bad she hasn't triggered yet. Then we could have all seen what 'Enhance' would have done....
- Location
- America
I wonder if Taylor has some special conceptual potential due to her original timeline future, in PMMM terms her karmatic potential should be through the roof. It really seems like she should have a lot more conceptual weight than the typical person.
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
Especially due to all the hilariously awesome alt powers and other fanfic versions of her. On a meta level that's got to have an impact, all those worlds hinging on the fate of Taylor Hebert.
Lung fills the role of Spike?
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Oh, hi Lung. Bye Lung!
MLP Spike is not even a pet, he's a slave.
Adam could get Taylor an owl and name it Owlowiscious, though.
After all, Taylor is called Little Owl by her mom.
Ashkari
(Verified Ink-slinger)
- Location
- United States
Tbh, Variance's system giving her some sort of special class variant doesn't seem off-base to me. While Adam has (according to author statements) never actually read worm, he has knowledge of it. And iirc it was mentioned way back at the beginning that he knew who taylor was, as part of the au differences he learned about online.
And, given how a lot of his faith powers run off his subconscious... well, it seems not unreasonable that Taylor might have a bit of a leg up that other people wouldn't get. IMO, its a reasonable outcome that she might automatically get some kind of unique class. Ditto possibly for others he's aware of, and similarly it wouldn't shock me if certain individuals were auto-rejected by the system on the same basis.
I mean, imagine one of the S9 applying for Enhancement. I can't even see his system even bothering to give one of them the time of day. No reason to even consider they might not try and break the rules with it.
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Minor Conflict.
- Location
- Here
Pamela flexed her hands, the green vines tensing and weaving.
There wasn't much time.
She and the other girls able to pray had done well so far, many choosing the option to 'Overdraw' their first skill as long as it meant being free.
The side effects were not as bad as she feared.
'Overdraw' sacrificed a human form for more power, more compatibility. The message said that given enough time they would regain their normal human bodies as a transformation option, but they needed power NOW if they had any hope of escape. It had made castrating those bastard rapists easier and killing those sadist guards a breeze. However the real test was stomping this direction.
She glanced at the crowd. Most, like her, had been drugged and memory wiped by one of Lung's outside men, so they couldn't remember family or how to get help.
Well, they got help anyway.
The loud roar outside the shelter didn't even shake the windows, but they walked out together.
Freedom or death.
And they were NOT going to die today.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Lung slammed a meaty claw on the pitiful structure again.
His rage increased with his height when his burning claws... did nothing.
The colorful sides of the woman's shelter just turned black, while the white trims ignored him completely. What small scrapes his claws left in the black material was repairing before his eyes, while the white stuff was untouched.
He held both arms back, screaming a focused beam of raw heat at the obstacle. His people, now only able to see up to his massive ankles, were half-heartedly shooting at the building randomly. And accomplishing nothing.
Before he could fully recover from his breath attack, the impenetrable doors just... opened. And worse, his sight saw how very thin those obstacles were that had daunted him.
Lung had barely changed focus when a stab of pain hurled him backwards. A wave of steam flooded his side of the field, the screams of his men helping him regain his focus as water continued to attack his eyes.
He roared as he twisted to grip the melting asphalt, toes and fingers twisting through the softening material as he fought head first against the highly pressurized liquid.
He barely saw three white haired triplets gesture at him when everything hurt. Ice crept over his limbs even as his fires struggled to melt everyone.
Lung held his breath, tensed everything... then screamed as fire literally destroyed his skin, gaining enough room to transfer heat outside, freeing himself even as his flesh regrew into thicker scales. His blood evaporated before it could touch the mounds of ice spreading around his feet.
Without care if his worthless people were still alive, he focused his heat and rage into a twisted pillar around himself, using his hands as disposable meat shields that were burned, twisted, frozen, and eaten by acid and lightning. Flesh flowed from his bones and regrew as he bought time and his body forced itself to enhance.
As he stopped defending himself, his four new wings allowing him to fly above these ants and show them how to bow before their betters, the ground shattered.
Black plants, vines like tree trunks, thorns that dripped red slime. Claws of nature tore into his legs, his thighs, his privates. Even as they burned, new growth spawned within the ash coated plants and began twisting inside his flesh, pulling him closer towards the dark soil.
Even as his eyes were punctured and more vines infested his flesh, his rage... it grew.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Pamela gasped for air, the steam still rising. Thankfully the frost sisters were working with everyone who could use water to try and coat her babies with ice.
It wasn't just zero Celsius, the frost sisters were sucking heat away till it could hopefully reach liquid oxygen levels. No idea if they could though, no one knew their powers well enough yet.
She collapsed to her knees, grass spawning and holding her from falling.
They couldn't do that again.
The fight had been fast, short, and far less one sided than they had hoped.
They had attacked first, the other people literally no issue, and had managed to take the dragon down. Hopefully for a while.
They had also been lucky, as the suicide teleporter Oni Lee hadn't shown up.
Even with all those blessings and powers basically chosen SPECIFICALLY to target the bastard, there had been many injuries among her girls. Even slanted to one side she could see medical personnel from the girls shelter helping out.
Her body flinched as she heard a loud crunch from the ice-tree prison.
It... it might not be enough.
Even the idea of more conflict had her body frantically telling her that her limit was reached a while ago. If Lung got out of that frost bush, that would be it. They would die.
Mind drifting back to just hours ago, she remembered a desperate prayer. A hope that emerged from a soul tired of the neglect of God and the failure of Man. Alone in that flesh pit she had prayed for an end to pain.
Again, without hope, she prayed.
"Please... Variance... Help my people."
She couldn't even move as blue fire sparked before her.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Thorns grew in his throat.
He felt rage.
Spikes of wooden flesh spread inside his skin.
Rage burned. Pride was assaulted.
Ice and needles of poison, of twisted pain, deep inside his eyes, reaching into his skull. Through his nose. His ears.
Life was rage.
The noise that escaped his corpse was not louder than his previous shouts and rants.
But it vibrated.
Like the very soil was a speaker, a thrumming echoed in the city.
His city.
A spark. His heart began to burn.
Everything.
His own flesh, his bones, the invading plants, his skin and organs and even brain were consumed in fire as his heart began to grow meat and metallic structure and scales.
The ice bit, the plants scraped, electricity stung, and Lung grew.
Lung endured.
Lung. Was. Strong.
The area that had been cleared of people seemed to pulse... before a pillar of light pierced the sky.
Raw energy. If it slowed for even a moment, flames would have spread through the air itself.
His limbs shrugged off everything. Four arms gripped the spreading liquefied soil and metal, four dragon legs stabilized him. His six wings of flesh and bone spread as his three heads screamed into the sky, three beams of power lancing the clouds.
Each head had massive horns, each hand was a claw of edged maliciousness, his wings were spiked and ready to pierce steel.
His eyes focused down. Far down. To where the puny structure stood and those ants tried to hold him back with their collaboration and tricks.
He was Lung. Gods should bow.
"Huh. You know what, I really didn't expect you to get this big."
He twisted without thought, two jaws attempting to consume the sound while the third rapidly built up a charge and spewed white plasma to the right.
The billowing blue smoke wafted away, leaving a... guy in a suit?
It was kind of hard to focus on him as he was so small. Less than half his smallest claw in height, however tall Lung was now.
Whatever it was didn't matter as his upper right hand lashed out, gripping the near invisible weakling and allowing his three heads to focus better.
Why was it wearing a suit? "You can't talk like that, can you? That's a drawback."
Well, screw you too. He aimed upwards and doused his own claws with three plasma breath beams. Hitting the ground with this attack would make it hard to see, after all. Or wipe his kingdom from the planet.
He ignored the sting as his own hand was evaporated by the power, layers of scale slowly dissolving until the flesh was exposed, then melted away till only fragments of bone were left.
It healed stronger even as he paused the attack.
Now to consume those damn sluts. WAIT! No. They were HIS property, he shouldn't destroy his things. Better to wait a bit until he was small enough to tell which of these meat bags were his hoard and which were snacks.
Lung felt a small sting, and glanced back at his still regrowing flesh.
"Wow... that really damaged my outfit."
...What?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam glared at his burned suit even as 'Manipulation' repaired it. Without somewhere to store the massive energy being absorbed, the whole thing had catastrophically collapsed, leaving him butt naked on a platform of bone and flesh.
It was gross.
He frowned upwards. At this size, he could probably fit a house or two in Lung's nostrils. Any of the six of them.
This needed to be handled before the idiot started walking around and crushed stuff.
He pulsed the magical connections to the simulation. "Right, so quick recap: Simmy's idea to let the girls here defend themselves a bit to grow some self discovery and independence has had a bit of an unexpected side effect."
Narwhal was stunned on the com. "His eye is bigger than my first apartment."
Nightmare Moon hummed. "Yeah, he is a bit bigger than some teenage dragons I know. Still, nothing too concerning."
He held his skeletal hand to his chin. "Your world has magic, Moon. This is pretty impressive for our world's standard. How are we doing Twilight?"
A wall of flesh fell upon his head even as his magical tentacles pulled him far enough to the side to only feel the winds smash into his side. Twilight sounded frustrated but on task. "Already have his shard's dimensional address, analysis is twenty percent complete and rising. Can you keep him busy until it finishes?"
Adam's bones glowed bright blue as a third of the dragon-building matched in color, a burst of telekinesis ripping chunks of the dragon's flesh as the massive creature was hurled toward the coast.
He followed the path that Dragon and CD had focused on evacuating as attack after attack was dodged or redirected. "I can only get so much before he hits the next level of fury. Assuming there IS a next level."
Adam was watching the eyes. For now, Lung still seemed in control... which was good. Last thing he needed was this beast deciding to blow itself up or something.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Burn.
Rage.
BURN.
Each claw sharpened.
Each tooth lengthened.
Wings tried to accelerate.
Muscles tore and regrew.
It... it wasn't enough.
Lung paused, mere feet from being shoved and torn into pieces like before, being hurled into the sea. Where his former greatest foe, Leviathan lived. Where he had failed to protect his hope.
What would a man do for power?
Lung took his mind, his soul, and his heart.
He.
BURNED.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam knew something was wrong when the ranting and screaming beast just... paused.
Feet away from an unlimited amount of coolant, right after a flaming blue tentacle pierced between those massive bones. It just... stopped.
And seemed to collapse.
Adam could feel everything seem to... wait.
Fuck.
He pushed ALL his magic, massive amounts of prayer, and chose 'Recovery', 'Growth', and 'Tithe'. Skills, powers, and tricks from across his followers worldwide helped his power pick the most efficient and optimized path to improve. Millions of similar powers reinforced each other to form SOMETHING to prevent the upcoming damage.
Without focus his prayer abilities went straight to his past of being a Baku.
The closest warehouse vanished as a tiger claw the size of a skyscraper slammed into it. His tusks reached the sky as his massive ears flared, eyes burning blue flames as his trunk began rapidly drawing patterns of faith and power into the air itself.
It was almost too late.
Light, heat, even some potential energy... it just collapsed.
A hole in reality, a pit of existence. The void spawned to absorb the world.
It burned and twisted and grew into itself, twisting into the space where the body of Lung had fought mere moments ago.
The shielding shuddered, forcing all other energy away from the center of the creature.
And when it paused, an ashen egg floated mere feet from the ocean. Only three times as tall as a man, barely anything in size really.
The massive elephant collapsed back into Adam's skeletal form, blue flames twisting as the mass of energy folded into wings of flame.
Adam grit his teeth. "CD, damage?"
She chimed in. "Minimal, only property. The trafficked girls are getting medical attention, and Sonia is likely going to hire most of them unless the Protectorate can bribe them away. Speaking of which, Director Emily Piggot is... well. She is less than happy and requests information and contact at your earliest convenience."
He chuckled, even as his hands rapidly formed runes of binding and capture around the egg. "I am assuming you paraphrased?"
She sighed. "I don't enjoy sharing curse words, so yes. What is the plan?"
Adam gazed at the egg, pulsing. "As far as I can tell, Lung has given a 'destroy everything' command and then killed himself, setting off the 'Threat Detection' algorithm to max. If he finishes his transformation, it would be an 'S Rank' threat at least, no doubt."
Twilight seemed strained. "Just hold for... a... almost... THERE! We have fully mapped his power. Can you handled it now?"
Adam twisted his fingers. "Are you sure Twilight? I don't think we will get a second chance, especially if the bastard pulled a kamikaze attack like this."
The mental message was firm. "I got it, you are green to go."
A dark look crossed Adams face. "Well... good."
He forced himself into the circular boundary, feeling the heat inside hit near solid temperatures and his bones start to vaporize. Without the Null Metal and Flame Metal circuitry, he would have already vanished into atoms by now.
Inch by inch he approached the egg, the feeling of rage and some level of smugness joining the fire that vanished his costume and slowly corroded his unicorn enhanced cyber skeletal structure. Something inside that creation knew it was growing in power, knew that just being near Adam it was starting to consume his essence.
It wasn't enough.
Adam touched the powdery egg, ash thick against what stubs of bones his fingers had left.
His mouth grinned... and more... and widened.
Conversion. Purification.
Consumption.
White fangs opened to show an empty black pit into his soul. His skull split far too wide, far too open. Even his eyes faded black as the magic in the area joined the energy of the world. To be swallowed. Eaten.
Consumed.
In his fishbowl, in his black grid, a square lit up with fire and rage.
An ashen egg burned within, unaware that the world was gone and that the rage would never be satisfied.
Adam hiccupped as his suit and skeletal structure regrew, a brief puff of white power and black rage escaping his jaws.
He winced as he rubbed his bone face, and turned to walk back through the melted wasteland towards his lab. He was still grounded after all.
There wasn't much time.
She and the other girls able to pray had done well so far, many choosing the option to 'Overdraw' their first skill as long as it meant being free.
The side effects were not as bad as she feared.
'Overdraw' sacrificed a human form for more power, more compatibility. The message said that given enough time they would regain their normal human bodies as a transformation option, but they needed power NOW if they had any hope of escape. It had made castrating those bastard rapists easier and killing those sadist guards a breeze. However the real test was stomping this direction.
She glanced at the crowd. Most, like her, had been drugged and memory wiped by one of Lung's outside men, so they couldn't remember family or how to get help.
Well, they got help anyway.
The loud roar outside the shelter didn't even shake the windows, but they walked out together.
Freedom or death.
And they were NOT going to die today.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Lung slammed a meaty claw on the pitiful structure again.
His rage increased with his height when his burning claws... did nothing.
The colorful sides of the woman's shelter just turned black, while the white trims ignored him completely. What small scrapes his claws left in the black material was repairing before his eyes, while the white stuff was untouched.
He held both arms back, screaming a focused beam of raw heat at the obstacle. His people, now only able to see up to his massive ankles, were half-heartedly shooting at the building randomly. And accomplishing nothing.
Before he could fully recover from his breath attack, the impenetrable doors just... opened. And worse, his sight saw how very thin those obstacles were that had daunted him.
Lung had barely changed focus when a stab of pain hurled him backwards. A wave of steam flooded his side of the field, the screams of his men helping him regain his focus as water continued to attack his eyes.
He roared as he twisted to grip the melting asphalt, toes and fingers twisting through the softening material as he fought head first against the highly pressurized liquid.
He barely saw three white haired triplets gesture at him when everything hurt. Ice crept over his limbs even as his fires struggled to melt everyone.
Lung held his breath, tensed everything... then screamed as fire literally destroyed his skin, gaining enough room to transfer heat outside, freeing himself even as his flesh regrew into thicker scales. His blood evaporated before it could touch the mounds of ice spreading around his feet.
Without care if his worthless people were still alive, he focused his heat and rage into a twisted pillar around himself, using his hands as disposable meat shields that were burned, twisted, frozen, and eaten by acid and lightning. Flesh flowed from his bones and regrew as he bought time and his body forced itself to enhance.
As he stopped defending himself, his four new wings allowing him to fly above these ants and show them how to bow before their betters, the ground shattered.
Black plants, vines like tree trunks, thorns that dripped red slime. Claws of nature tore into his legs, his thighs, his privates. Even as they burned, new growth spawned within the ash coated plants and began twisting inside his flesh, pulling him closer towards the dark soil.
Even as his eyes were punctured and more vines infested his flesh, his rage... it grew.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Pamela gasped for air, the steam still rising. Thankfully the frost sisters were working with everyone who could use water to try and coat her babies with ice.
It wasn't just zero Celsius, the frost sisters were sucking heat away till it could hopefully reach liquid oxygen levels. No idea if they could though, no one knew their powers well enough yet.
She collapsed to her knees, grass spawning and holding her from falling.
They couldn't do that again.
The fight had been fast, short, and far less one sided than they had hoped.
They had attacked first, the other people literally no issue, and had managed to take the dragon down. Hopefully for a while.
They had also been lucky, as the suicide teleporter Oni Lee hadn't shown up.
Even with all those blessings and powers basically chosen SPECIFICALLY to target the bastard, there had been many injuries among her girls. Even slanted to one side she could see medical personnel from the girls shelter helping out.
Her body flinched as she heard a loud crunch from the ice-tree prison.
It... it might not be enough.
Even the idea of more conflict had her body frantically telling her that her limit was reached a while ago. If Lung got out of that frost bush, that would be it. They would die.
Mind drifting back to just hours ago, she remembered a desperate prayer. A hope that emerged from a soul tired of the neglect of God and the failure of Man. Alone in that flesh pit she had prayed for an end to pain.
Again, without hope, she prayed.
"Please... Variance... Help my people."
She couldn't even move as blue fire sparked before her.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Thorns grew in his throat.
He felt rage.
Spikes of wooden flesh spread inside his skin.
Rage burned. Pride was assaulted.
Ice and needles of poison, of twisted pain, deep inside his eyes, reaching into his skull. Through his nose. His ears.
Life was rage.
The noise that escaped his corpse was not louder than his previous shouts and rants.
But it vibrated.
Like the very soil was a speaker, a thrumming echoed in the city.
His city.
A spark. His heart began to burn.
Everything.
His own flesh, his bones, the invading plants, his skin and organs and even brain were consumed in fire as his heart began to grow meat and metallic structure and scales.
The ice bit, the plants scraped, electricity stung, and Lung grew.
Lung endured.
Lung. Was. Strong.
The area that had been cleared of people seemed to pulse... before a pillar of light pierced the sky.
Raw energy. If it slowed for even a moment, flames would have spread through the air itself.
His limbs shrugged off everything. Four arms gripped the spreading liquefied soil and metal, four dragon legs stabilized him. His six wings of flesh and bone spread as his three heads screamed into the sky, three beams of power lancing the clouds.
Each head had massive horns, each hand was a claw of edged maliciousness, his wings were spiked and ready to pierce steel.
His eyes focused down. Far down. To where the puny structure stood and those ants tried to hold him back with their collaboration and tricks.
He was Lung. Gods should bow.
"Huh. You know what, I really didn't expect you to get this big."
He twisted without thought, two jaws attempting to consume the sound while the third rapidly built up a charge and spewed white plasma to the right.
The billowing blue smoke wafted away, leaving a... guy in a suit?
It was kind of hard to focus on him as he was so small. Less than half his smallest claw in height, however tall Lung was now.
Whatever it was didn't matter as his upper right hand lashed out, gripping the near invisible weakling and allowing his three heads to focus better.
Why was it wearing a suit? "You can't talk like that, can you? That's a drawback."
Well, screw you too. He aimed upwards and doused his own claws with three plasma breath beams. Hitting the ground with this attack would make it hard to see, after all. Or wipe his kingdom from the planet.
He ignored the sting as his own hand was evaporated by the power, layers of scale slowly dissolving until the flesh was exposed, then melted away till only fragments of bone were left.
It healed stronger even as he paused the attack.
Now to consume those damn sluts. WAIT! No. They were HIS property, he shouldn't destroy his things. Better to wait a bit until he was small enough to tell which of these meat bags were his hoard and which were snacks.
Lung felt a small sting, and glanced back at his still regrowing flesh.
"Wow... that really damaged my outfit."
...What?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam glared at his burned suit even as 'Manipulation' repaired it. Without somewhere to store the massive energy being absorbed, the whole thing had catastrophically collapsed, leaving him butt naked on a platform of bone and flesh.
It was gross.
He frowned upwards. At this size, he could probably fit a house or two in Lung's nostrils. Any of the six of them.
This needed to be handled before the idiot started walking around and crushed stuff.
He pulsed the magical connections to the simulation. "Right, so quick recap: Simmy's idea to let the girls here defend themselves a bit to grow some self discovery and independence has had a bit of an unexpected side effect."
Narwhal was stunned on the com. "His eye is bigger than my first apartment."
Nightmare Moon hummed. "Yeah, he is a bit bigger than some teenage dragons I know. Still, nothing too concerning."
He held his skeletal hand to his chin. "Your world has magic, Moon. This is pretty impressive for our world's standard. How are we doing Twilight?"
A wall of flesh fell upon his head even as his magical tentacles pulled him far enough to the side to only feel the winds smash into his side. Twilight sounded frustrated but on task. "Already have his shard's dimensional address, analysis is twenty percent complete and rising. Can you keep him busy until it finishes?"
Adam's bones glowed bright blue as a third of the dragon-building matched in color, a burst of telekinesis ripping chunks of the dragon's flesh as the massive creature was hurled toward the coast.
He followed the path that Dragon and CD had focused on evacuating as attack after attack was dodged or redirected. "I can only get so much before he hits the next level of fury. Assuming there IS a next level."
Adam was watching the eyes. For now, Lung still seemed in control... which was good. Last thing he needed was this beast deciding to blow itself up or something.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Burn.
Rage.
BURN.
Each claw sharpened.
Each tooth lengthened.
Wings tried to accelerate.
Muscles tore and regrew.
It... it wasn't enough.
Lung paused, mere feet from being shoved and torn into pieces like before, being hurled into the sea. Where his former greatest foe, Leviathan lived. Where he had failed to protect his hope.
What would a man do for power?
Lung took his mind, his soul, and his heart.
He.
BURNED.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam knew something was wrong when the ranting and screaming beast just... paused.
Feet away from an unlimited amount of coolant, right after a flaming blue tentacle pierced between those massive bones. It just... stopped.
And seemed to collapse.
Adam could feel everything seem to... wait.
Fuck.
He pushed ALL his magic, massive amounts of prayer, and chose 'Recovery', 'Growth', and 'Tithe'. Skills, powers, and tricks from across his followers worldwide helped his power pick the most efficient and optimized path to improve. Millions of similar powers reinforced each other to form SOMETHING to prevent the upcoming damage.
Without focus his prayer abilities went straight to his past of being a Baku.
The closest warehouse vanished as a tiger claw the size of a skyscraper slammed into it. His tusks reached the sky as his massive ears flared, eyes burning blue flames as his trunk began rapidly drawing patterns of faith and power into the air itself.
It was almost too late.
Light, heat, even some potential energy... it just collapsed.
A hole in reality, a pit of existence. The void spawned to absorb the world.
It burned and twisted and grew into itself, twisting into the space where the body of Lung had fought mere moments ago.
The shielding shuddered, forcing all other energy away from the center of the creature.
And when it paused, an ashen egg floated mere feet from the ocean. Only three times as tall as a man, barely anything in size really.
The massive elephant collapsed back into Adam's skeletal form, blue flames twisting as the mass of energy folded into wings of flame.
Adam grit his teeth. "CD, damage?"
She chimed in. "Minimal, only property. The trafficked girls are getting medical attention, and Sonia is likely going to hire most of them unless the Protectorate can bribe them away. Speaking of which, Director Emily Piggot is... well. She is less than happy and requests information and contact at your earliest convenience."
He chuckled, even as his hands rapidly formed runes of binding and capture around the egg. "I am assuming you paraphrased?"
She sighed. "I don't enjoy sharing curse words, so yes. What is the plan?"
Adam gazed at the egg, pulsing. "As far as I can tell, Lung has given a 'destroy everything' command and then killed himself, setting off the 'Threat Detection' algorithm to max. If he finishes his transformation, it would be an 'S Rank' threat at least, no doubt."
Twilight seemed strained. "Just hold for... a... almost... THERE! We have fully mapped his power. Can you handled it now?"
Adam twisted his fingers. "Are you sure Twilight? I don't think we will get a second chance, especially if the bastard pulled a kamikaze attack like this."
The mental message was firm. "I got it, you are green to go."
A dark look crossed Adams face. "Well... good."
He forced himself into the circular boundary, feeling the heat inside hit near solid temperatures and his bones start to vaporize. Without the Null Metal and Flame Metal circuitry, he would have already vanished into atoms by now.
Inch by inch he approached the egg, the feeling of rage and some level of smugness joining the fire that vanished his costume and slowly corroded his unicorn enhanced cyber skeletal structure. Something inside that creation knew it was growing in power, knew that just being near Adam it was starting to consume his essence.
It wasn't enough.
Adam touched the powdery egg, ash thick against what stubs of bones his fingers had left.
His mouth grinned... and more... and widened.
Conversion. Purification.
Consumption.
White fangs opened to show an empty black pit into his soul. His skull split far too wide, far too open. Even his eyes faded black as the magic in the area joined the energy of the world. To be swallowed. Eaten.
Consumed.
In his fishbowl, in his black grid, a square lit up with fire and rage.
An ashen egg burned within, unaware that the world was gone and that the rage would never be satisfied.
Adam hiccupped as his suit and skeletal structure regrew, a brief puff of white power and black rage escaping his jaws.
He winced as he rubbed his bone face, and turned to walk back through the melted wasteland towards his lab. He was still grounded after all.
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Fragnostic
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Well, Adam just ate, sorry, consumed Lung. Or at least Lung-egg.
Seems legit. Is this some vore kink or something?
Because Lung was also speaking about eating the freed kidnapped girls...
Seems legit. Is this some vore kink or something?
Because Lung was also speaking about eating the freed kidnapped girls...
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Just throwing it out there, 'Consumption' is a Ero MLP power.
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That was something
Did he just eat 100% purified dragon
How will that effect him
With the shard under his control everything should be alright
Also what is Contessa doing?(also rest of cauldren)
Did she also pray to Varience and now can somehow path entities and shards?
Did he just eat 100% purified dragon
How will that effect him
With the shard under his control everything should be alright
Also what is Contessa doing?(also rest of cauldren)
Did she also pray to Varience and now can somehow path entities and shards?
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- Here
World be crazy, they are pretty busy.
Also: Tithe is enhanced by prayers. Anyone can pray, an now there is a blue angel watching the phone lines.
And uh... they could always path the individual shards except for Endbringers and Scion's avatar. Contessa pathed normal parahumans all the time.
Fragnostic
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Right, forgot about that. I've been enough on derpibooru to know how that works...
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