[0x] DefJO has successfully wiggled/side-shuffled/ledgegrabbed their way into reality. There are a few ways this might have played out. DefJO may have brought over the mind, but no power. DefJO may have brought over their power, and their mind. I suppose technically power might have come through Without mind, but then that's not really DefJO.
In the first scenario, DefJO has arrived into the world, but is low on strength; they need a source of power in This world in order to, uh. not die, and not be weak. So, they would search for another JOE.
Luckily, finding a Descended acting as Playwrite is easy, if you know what to look for. You must blur your vision, see the nonshape; the fights which Don't happen, or where neither side is harmed.
DefJO is not a playwrite. He does not know what to look for.
Still, it's not like DefJO doesn't have a chance. Since they're looking for a JOE, the obvious route is 'look up JOE on google - void edition' or the equivalent. Which would lead their bodyless mind either to stories of the R/DtG!JOE Descended body, or to the Channel Five News, which, despite the protestations of DtG!JOE, makes very little sense if it isn't at least part of the JOEness descended. And from there, even if they don't know how to see the nonshape, It's a lot easier to see a thread attached to a single person you're investigating then to find the threads directly. DefJO crab-walks over to the JOEness Descended and, well, says hello. and they oblige.
But perhaps they come in with power and mind! Then DefJO's first act is probably to make 3 attack shields around themself because they don't know how dangerous this place is. Though, considering the lack of DefTG-type Godmodders, the permanent death of a Player may very well be impossible.
If something else more specific happens, well, it's not general enough for me to guess what they'd do.
[0x] In light of various discord occurences, there might be parts of this post that don't make sense? I don't know, I'm not going to look through it for implications.
[1x] I use the Light special to heal up the Biosuit, because it needs healing.
[1x] having had a conversation with Split, I do a very small nod/first 5% of a bow at them- a sort of polite acknowledgement which to my knowledge doesn't indicate actual Fealty or anything- And depart.
[1x] I heal the Biosuit some more.
[25 CP] 25 CP is spent on the fuzzball project -since if My CP remains full, most of the Regen will be wasted.
[Void VIII+I] Moves from where it ended up to somewhere else to make tracking even more difficult. Once Create is charged, make a new repair drone.
[CGOC - 1 & 2] I create some construction microbots and feed them into chained cloaking portals leading to the facility, where they will continue work on the Voidship. Although... Perhaps MEKANEs heart can be of use here? eh, later.
[CGOC 3] Even More evasive maneuvers! There are never enough evasive maneuvers!
Three pairs of wings sprout from the DefJO's back.
((Note: You don't really control DefJO. You suggested that an entity appear from the Indigo, and it's been called DefJO yes, but you do not control them. Is that clear? Okay.))
JOE: *uninteligable grumbling about partial failure.*
JOE: ...hey, so uh, first of all, fair warning, there is a distinct possibility I'll have some kind of wack seizure in the near future with my text color changing uncontrollably. It's because I sent off that pretty rock, it kept that under control.
JOE: more importantly. I agree Mens Rea or lack thereof wouldn't be justified to protect me from the consequences of my actions if I, say, charged your throne room butt-naked carrying two nookular plates and trailing aero-ghouls, and then realized you were stronger then me. This is not the case here, however:
JOE: In this case, my only crime appears to be... flying to your planet. That's it. I didn't even know it was Your planet; My scans showed the Chemist too, so I thought it was more or less a neutral ground. Sure, the place with your power signature-new york iirc?- obviously that would be yours. But I was going to the chemist, who is coloured polar opposite to you. I don't know about Karp, and him coming to your world in a cloaked ship or whatnot. I was not cloaked. I was wearing a paper-thin texture swap to keep myself from being (somehow) mistaken for Cake Guy (this has happened before. I don't know why), but it's not like I hid my energy signatures or made myself invisible.
looks up if Adams laws list self defense as a crime. if not:
JOE: 'but JOE', a hypothetical less intelligent listener then you might ask. 'you fought the Chemists stuff and then a nuke went off'. Self Defense Is Not A Crime. I came over, and proceeded to defend myself with a reasonable amount of force when attacked. Then the chemist set off a nuke.
JOE: I understand your desire to, well, not get repeatedly harassed by descended.
JOE: Unfortunately, making an example out of people will not cause descendeds who have never heard of the example and arrive incidentally from doing so. I would suggest some kind of signpost. maybe something saying in big bold letters 'THIS PLANET IS SOVEREIGN TERRITORY OF ADAM MASON A POWERFUL DESCENDED. REGISTER YOUR ENTRY, FLEE YE NOW, OR PERISH'. Maybe you should ask the updater to give all the idiots- or in my case, intelligent people willingly marooned from the far future- a warning.
JOE: Regardless. I'd really rather things not come to combat between us, and I'm actually quite interested in the possibility of positive-sum relations. Shame it seems you won't be up for that unless Astrec ha*mumble mumble*... ahem, uh, Do you have anything you'd like to say in response to all this?
Adam thinks over what you said. "I have no idea where you've been if you don't know who's ruled Earth for over 20 years. For crying out loud, my face is on every street corner."
Clearly fuming internally, his grip tightens on the armrests of his throne. "What was it you said, Neraverse? As in, Neranyë's Universe?"
JOE: I've beeeeeEE$*&
#-)!*#EEeeeen In a single universe with no contact with the void until this war starte---
-eed. And in the distant future when an Omega Godmodder Reemerged for several years before/ at the same time as/after that. Suffice it to say that if you don't plaster your message on the Entities in this war or provide it telepathically to all who approach, I wouldn't know of you directly (My knowledge of your splitness and general comprehension on a wide range of topics originates from highly anomalous sources and doesn't grant me knowledge of the current state of things,only knowledge of the connections between concepts.). It is a failing on my part, I admit.
JOE: Uh... probably Not? I think their name is technically pronounced... Nerà
is now a copypasta
? They're a Descended in this War my Bluer Self blundered into. At least, I don't think their full name was Neranye- nobodys called them that that I can see. Their universe had a large quantity of gods, of which many died. of them remain Boccob, Tiamat, and some others I don't know of. Does that narrow things down? it's... thataway.
JOE points in the direction of Neràverse
JOE: ....wait, I shouldn't have been so flippant and mentioned that stuff about the future, should I've? You're probably strong enough to actually mess with it, unlike. most of the people I talk to. ah well, the past is the past.
JOE: ...well, actually, the past is only sometimes the past but that is beside the point.
He picks up the sword in his lap, it's blade broken, snapped in half. A golden Omega-symbol can be seen on its hilt.
JOE: does this mean you Are an Omega Godmodder- wait, no, you're a descended, that's almost-guaranteed by conceptual context. So I guess you've... killed, or helped kill, Omega Godmodders before? mentioning this is seeming like it was less and less intelligent, unless you already knew?
"You claim to be from the future. Why should I believe you?"
JOE: Well... in light of how I just said mentioning it seemed like it had been a bad idea, I don't actually. Want you to believe me. that I didn't know about you before now is the thing I mentioned it because of, and if you look at the past of my body with no search for time travel you'll still see I was in a single universe with no voidic contact until this war.
"...You brought him here, didn't you?"
JOE: brought who here?
"Tall. Green Hue. Petrified Trollskin Cloak."
JOE: Ah, yes. I will not deny that Harkener, also known as Newcomer, previously misnomerified as DCCCV, arrived at the same time as my sudden personality and dialogue shift.
JOE: considering also the already-in-progress game I visibly began running which, Harkener was a temporary participant in and continued for a time without needing to become aquainted with the rules, it is a reasonable conclusion that there is some connection between myself and him, but I do not have reason to attempt to argue you into believing I am from the future.
"Oh, no. I believe you now."
JOE: If I am not from the future, attempting to convince you would be lying. If I am from the future, I have already implied I would rather avoid your joining that implied War. And if you decide you believe it on your own, there is little I can do to change that in any case, since if I am not from the future I would not do so, meaning that if I do try to change that, it wi-
Aw, dang.
JOE: ...so, if you believe me, what does that change from here?
"Nothing you need to know. Go back to your hidden universe. Isolate yourself until your Godmodder comes. Live."
JOE: ...'Aight. I can't promise anything about whaaaa---
#----at I d----
----o once I, well, Return, though. Good odds they'll leave the 'Verse again, but there's little I can do about that.
"Do you believe the future to be set?"
JOE: Ah! that's an interesting topic, actually. the interesting thing I've noticed with time travel, is that it does at least Seem like- Well, you ever hear the phrase 'time is a breadloaf already baked'? It's a sort of analogy for determinism, a single coherent and immutable timeline. And it seems like it's simultaneously true, and false. I mean, my very existence is a closed time loop- if future BlueMe doesn't hate that time's Me, then I wouldn't come back hating BlueMe, and wouldn't create myself, which makes it seem like my existence is rather Set- at least in those parts, and why not the others? yet equally it is quite difficult for one to see the future actions of a descended- I would know, as I have tried; it gives a overlapping series of countless visions, if memory serves, suggesting the future is Unset. I'm... not sure which way it is. Maybe it's both? maybe things are set where there are strong requirements for causal loop maintanace, but can vary beyond that? Iiiii don't know, to be honest.
JOE: but, if I was unclear... that isn't that I meant about not being able to promise anything once I return- I meant I can't restrain Blue-Me effectively when I'm not in this time.
Streams of information beam themselves across Adam's eyeglasses as he turns his throne around. The Destroyer leaves to resume its regular patrol-route. "Go in peace. May we never meet again."
The Biosuit lights themselves up. 20 Hp restored. After leaving with the rest of your things, you heal the Biosuit for 2 more Hp.
You also use 25 Charge to fully develop the Fuzzballs as far as they can possibly go.
CGOC adds to the Voidship... which the Clockwork Heart has merged with. Already, it's beginning to whirr, give off smoke and tick.
The Nedben tires of the incessant wimeys of time. Nope nope nope nope nope.
He preemptively establishes an alternate causality by means of forcible event continuity arrangement and keeps it in reserve. Enough of this crass immediate-time manipulation, we'll need a more nuanced assault on present history to avoid simply being killstopped. Volumes of possibility or something.
((Yes, really, I ran out of good ideas so I invented Time 2 because good god we're sitting ducks against time users. Nope nope nope countermeasures time.))
Nerà addresses the captain of Talos 7. "Your sister is safe. Safer than she deserves to be, given her failure here, but her Talos was too valuable to lose." The captain (Quirrun) is interrupted from expressing his anger at his father's dismissal of Gloria's feats on this battlefield by Nerà teleporting the two of them up to the Starmaker.
"Well, Boccob. Somehow I expected more from the Lord of Hell. At least a few more fiends. I've no clue how you managed to last as long as you did. Besides being a shut-in virgin, obviously. Regardless, the tables have certainly turned now."
Nerà faces the Starmaker.
"'Ron-' was it? Whatever quarrel you have with our Lord of Hell, it is of no concern to me. He holds no place in my heart, believe me. My only concern here is protecting that and those which are mine, and if you cease fire upon my forces we will grant you the same in turn. However, your 'Iron Prince's is another matter. He invades my land, brings war into my reign of peace and now threatens the true heart of power, as well as killing many of my men. From what I have been told, his intentions on this plane will result in even more suffering for my people, and in the worst case scenario I will be forced to raze this holy mountain in defense of my nation. I do not wish it to come to this any more than your Praetorian friend does, however, and so I ask of you that you allow me to parlay with him. Perhaps the bloodshed can end here, if your master is as reasonable as he often presents himself to be. The alternative, of course, is his destruction and- if you stand in my way- yours as well."
The Starmaker nods. "Very well. I formally declare my ceasefire."
The nanotech covering Celestia recedes. Converges together, it compresses into a replica of what the Starmaker wore just moments ago. The Dimensional Lock lowered, the Third Praetor teleports into his suit, armour glowing to life. "Hello, hello. We meet at last. Let's talk."
"No, no, no. You don't get to just- just throw this away. You- I'm not going to let you do this to me. I have power. The world loves us! You're the bad guys, we're the good guys, and don't get to just throw me- this away. I've destroyed your ship, I've destroyed your army, and I don't care about your mask. I'm the hero her- we're the heroes here. Nera, Karpinsky, ME. And you don't get to just-"
Astrec smashes the Godarm into the mountainside, the cyan flames around him dim as he punches the mountain it, futility firing stone pillars at the Starmaker. "I changed! I have power! I'm the hero here! The alchemist! The. The creator. You.."
"You're not even the Iron Prince! And you dare to.."
Astrec slashes the sword through the air, firing strikes of wind, light, whatever they muster in their rage at the mountain. Astrec focuses, and calls them Swissarmyknifemodder back to him, razor sharp blades erupting from the arm he calls it to. From it he forces tendrils of golden light and reality warped wire, flinging Astrec up the mountain. He levels his arm up, lashing out with the tendrils to try and pull the Starmaker down to him. They spin their blade, mixing in the cyan light of it with pure white and golden energy, and lunge at the prince. "There's nothing I need to prove. Nothing! You're the masked one here! The- The high and mighty. I'm a Descended! Descended from heaven! And you're.."
Their new set of power armor grows and twists forcefully around them, curling around the Godarm and Hand of Judgement, a helmet forming around Astrec's head. Entity Orders:
Clockwork Armillary: Attack the Starmaker. Possible morale check from seeing uh, Boccob get nuked.
With as much power as you can muster, you pull yourself up Mount Celestia. As you approach the Starmaker, the True Third Praetor moves between the two of you and makes a scissoring motion with his arms. Your tendrils sever themselves, and your momentum carries you all the way up to the Seventh Layer, but without any control over your motion, to come to a crashing at his feet. Looming over you, the Third Preator leans in close. "Collect your thoughts, Pradis. You aren't thinking straight. Keep an open mind. But in the meantime-" Reaching around your neck, he breaks the chain holding the Ouroboros Drive. "I can't have you Pulsing around."
"Hm, apparently Piono has either gone to a place called Moog station, or he has made a significant effort to make a large beacon of earth and water energy at that location as a decoy. If these accomodations satisfy you, I will inform you as soon as I gain the others' agreement to join the meeting, and it can begin. Unless you have any further questions, I'll be off to see whether Piono is making a decoy, or if he genuinely is there, as I get the sense it would be close to impossible to get those Centurions to attend before the campaign over Nerá's world has concluded, so it is likely more productive to find out where Piono is. If you have any forces available who could aid me in this, I'd appreciate the backup, given how he seems to be hunting elemental weapons, and you have at least two wielders amongst your ranks, and thus a vested interest in him not accomplishing the full collection."
Unless Alethea objects, Smirk then opens a quick portal, and jumps through to roughly where his drone is, applying the same defenses from visibility he had the drone, and looks around the location.
The Godmodder nods. "Piono is a rising issue I've been meaning to deal with. Perhaps we can work together at some point?"
You teleport to Moog Station, where you find that a crowd has surrounded a certain someone. Three extra pairs of multicoloured arms holding pens surround him, signing whatever the crowd offers, from books, to t-shirts, to weapons.
"Very well. Leave now in peace, for we have a system to save and no time to waste on the likes of you."
[3] I subtly activate the Ebony Staff's Soul Absorption effect...
all my entities on Celestia fly, leap or otherwise move towards Chronias... but then in an instant and without warning attack Boccob and Starmaker. Boccob goes down to Talos 7's canon attack, blasting into wisps of divine essence that the Ebony Staff absorbs. The combined might of wizards, Giants, elementals, golem and Chronias itself should be enough to rend "Rob" to a soul and chunks of salsa. I absorb his soul into the scythe as well.
Despite the mounting tension, both the Third Praetor and Starmaker pay a bit of attention as to what you're doing below. "You?" "I thought it was yours." A large horn emerges from the depths of Chronias, from which Psychic Scr- Nerà.
Nerà, what are you doing?!
Nerà, please stop!
Stop!
STOP! STOP!
... >ARBITER DISCONNECTED.
>COMMENCING AUTO-DESCRIPTION...
>CELESTIA
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN is IMMUNE to PSYCHIC DAMAGE.
>THE STARMAKER takes 57 PSYCHIC DAMAGE.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: No, no, no, no, NO.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I'm so sorry.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN retrieves THE POWER STONE.
>THE STARMAKER raises a hand.
>THE STARMAKER: Stop.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: Why?
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I should have thought this through more.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I should have kept you safe.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I shouldn't have gone off on my own.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: Let me save you.
>THE STARMAKER: I should be the one apologizing.
>THE STARMAKER: You've already done more than enough for all of us.
>THE STARMAKER: We came together, a group of misfits who were never meant to live.
>THE STARMAKER: We thought we could make the perfect world.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: But you weren't strong enough to face The Pantheon.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I already know this.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I ca-
>THE STARMAKER: You can't do this alone.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I wo-
>THE STARMAKER: You can't do this with just your allies either.
>THE STARMAKER: Do you understand what I'm saying?
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: ...Yes.
>THE STARMAKER: Change this narrative.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: ...You still have more to live for.
>THE STARMAKER: You have more to live for.
>THE STARMAKER: My world is on the other side.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: What about Adrasta?
>THE STARMAKER remains silent.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: ...You deserved better.
>THE STARMAKER: We all did.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I'm so sorry.
>THE STARMAKER: Thank you.
>THE STARMAKER: Don't live alone.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN expends all extra TIME allowed by NEDBEN'S TIME 2.
>TIME 2 has no more TIME for any more TIME DILATION.
>THE STARMAKER'S head explodes.
>THE STARMAKER'S death is ruled JUST.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN stands over THE STARMAKER'S HEADLESS CORPSE.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN retrieves the ASTRAL PRISM BLADES.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN cremates THE STARMAKER'S HEADLESS CORPSE.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN lays the ASTRAL PRISM BLADES upon THE STARMAKER'S PYRE.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: ...Thank you.
>ATTACK SHIPS pay tribute to THE STARMAKER by firing their HARD-LIGHT CANNONS into the air.
>BOCCOB: W-what's going on!?
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: Nerà is unable to control himself.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: I suggest you prepare for the attempt on your life.
>BOCCOB generates a 170,000 Hp DIVINE SHIELD to protect himself.
>THE FIRE ELEMENTALS attack BOCCOB, but he is immune to FIRE DAMAGE.
>THE CARRIER does not do anything.
>THE FIGHTER WINGS remain on standby as well.
>AUMA casts EYEBITE.
>BOCCOB counterspells Auma, changing their gaze to fall upon a Fire Elemental instead.
>AUMA also slashes at BOCCOB'S DIVINE SHIELD twice to deal 80,000 DAMAGE.
>THE REST OF THE AG FORCES ascend to Layer 7.
>HARKENER'S ANTI-PRAETOR CONTINGENCY is triggered.
>HARKENER: Oh sh-
>A BOLT OF POWER smites THE THIRD PRAETORIAN, shredding his ARMOUR, revealing his identity and HUE, and rendering him VULNERABLE.
>HARKENER: I am so sorry.
>HARKENER: I forgot and didn't mea-
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN sighs.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: It's a very smart contingency.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: Regardless of how it actually went off, you were wise to consider this ahead of time.
>THE LUCREHULK CARRIER does not do anything.
>BOCCOB is unable to counterspell a CANNON-BLAST from the SEVENTH TALOS.
>BOCCOB takes 34 DAMAGE.
>BOCCOB COUNTERSPELLS CRUSHING HAND, FEEBLEMIND and INSCATTERATION from the EPIC WIZARDS.
>EPIC WIZARD I is afflicted by FEEBLEMIND, preventing them from casting any more SPELLS.
>EPIC WIZARD II is struck by INSCATTERATION, taking 17 DAMAGE, as well as a 3 DAMAGE DOT
>EPIC WIZARD III is grappled by CRUSHING HAND, taking 7 DAMAGE per round, and is unable to cast SOMATIC SPELLS.
>CLOUD GIANT GENERAL is unable to CLOUDBANK BOCCOB.
>CLOUD GIANT GENERAL misses their BOULDER-THROW
>
>THE ELEMENTAL PLANE OF FIRE
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN RECIEVES a NEW MESSAGE from THE THIRD PRAETORIAN.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: There's been a change of plans.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: We need leverage.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: Preferably now.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN: So that's what you actually sound like.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN: Never took you for a Crimson.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: ...Yeah, this might make it hard to distinguish between the two of us.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: Ah well.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN: Consider it done.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN: No use talking to a brick wall...
>FROST creeps along THE SECOND PRAETOR'S ARMOUR as they increase in size until they are equal in height to the FOURTH TALOS.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN: The flames are mine to give.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN: They are also mine to take away.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN draws out the heat from the FOURTH TALOS' INTERNAL REACTOR, freezing their palm to THE FOURTH TALOS' CHEST.
>IN THE ELEMENTAL PLANE OF FIRE, FROST creeps over the entirety of the FOURTH TALOS.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: Activate PROJECT SCHWARZCHILD.
>A HEAVY COMPOUND BOW falls into THE THIRD PRAETORIAN'S HANDS.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN nocks an ARROW OF FORCE generated by THE POWER STONE.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN uses INFINITE STRENGTH from THE POWER STONE to HALF-DRAW AND FIRE PROJECT SCHWARZCHILD through THE STARMAKER'S PYRE.
>THE ARROW OF FORCE emerges from THE SECOND PRAETORIAN'S PALM to pierce straight through THE FOURTH TALOS' CHEST.
>THE ARROW OF FORCE shatters the FROZEN FOURTH TALOS.
>THE SECOND PRAETORIAN collects GLORIA PHI-NERÀ from THE WRECKAGE of THE FOURTH TALOS.
>THE THIRD PRAETORIAN: If you value your daughter, choose your next actions wisely.
>
>TU'RANATH
>THE GITHYANKI stand by.
>
>SOPHIA
>THE FOURTH PRAETORIAN hits a BASEBALL OUT OF THE PARK.
>THE BASEBALL punches a hole through the BIOSPHERE CEILING.
>
>NEAR-EARTH ORBIT
>ADAM MASON returns to NEW YORK.
>KARPINSKY further LOSES POTENCY.
>
>CELESTIA
>ADAM PROJECTS himself before NERÀ with a smile.
>ADAM: Emperor Neranyë Auvrea'Raheal. As a fellow Head of State, I would like to express my sincerest admiration of you for taking the time to lead the Anti-Godmodders against the forces of Alethea. Without your decisive action, SCIENCE WORLD surely would have fallen to the hands of the Fifth Praetorian. Like King Alianas, you are a force of Victory. Inspired by your example, we, the Human Race are come during your hour of need. We come to crush the Third Praetorian, who has taken advantage of your absence, who even now continues to destabilize your rule and threaten your family. In this time of great uncertainty, it is all the more important to be united in the face of tyranny. I hope that this is the beginning of a strong diplomatic relationship.
>ADAM'S EXPRESSION becomes grave.
>ADAM: Anti-Godmodders, you are The Void's Greatest Hope. But as your numbers grow, there are people within your ranks who have proven themselves unworthy of being called heroes.
>ADAM projects images of ASTREC PRADIS and HARKENER.
>ADAM: In particular, were it not for the Godmodder, these two present massive threats to the collective security of The Void. In this time, it is all the more tempting to consider all who fight evil to be on the side of good. Castre Praddox's real name is Astrec Pradis. As CEO of InfiMark, he created the Hollowpoint Lurchers.
>IMAGES of the destruction caused by the HOLLOWPOINT LURCHERS, an Oblivion-powered turret are shown.
>ADAM: And as for Harkener...
>ADAM: Well.
>SEVERAL IMAGES of broken TIME POLICE VANS, INJURED OFFICERS and DESTROYED PRECINCT BUILDINGS are shown.
>THE LARGEST IMAGE depicts HARKENER surrounded by DEAD TIME GIANTS.
>ADAM: 'Harkener', or whatever he wants to call himself is The Ace of Spades.
>HARKENER: What.
>HARKENER: Swear on my life, I have done none of these things.
>ADAM: Like the Praetors, these people do not deserve their Descendancy. Unless their peers do something, justice will never reach them.
>ADAM: Maybe it doesn't need to come to this. Maybe they feel remorse for what they have done. Maybe it's time for them to come forward and admit to their mistakes. We can only hope for the best.
>ADAM: That is all.
>ADAM's PROJECTION winks out.
>THE THIRD PRAETOR: ...Adrasta Kill Me.
>ARBITER RECONNECTED.
... Itinerary:
Stop Alethea!
...Stop The Invasion?:
[???] Piono. 30/30 Hp. [A] The Hammer. [A] The Trident. [A] Ultimatum. [A] Archangel. [???] Crowd. 1/1 Hp. x100.
[AG] Smirk. 25/25 Charge. Has created a Metal Staff. [A] Nanosuit. Defense Mode: +5 AC. Durability: 2. Worn! Advantage: [Contested]
Mount Celestia.
FIELD EFFECT: Heaven Fall Down. +5% Dodge/Accuracy per Elevation! Layers 2-6 shuffle each round. Will occur again at end of next round.
Forge: [Base: ][Lens: ][Connector: ][Variety: ][Magnitude: ]
AG Morale: 69%
Elevation 7: [A] Orb of Delphi. Passively Scans on Attack.
((Note: You don't really control DefJO. You suggested that an entity appear from the Indigo, and it's been called DefJO yes, but you do not control them. Is that clear? Okay.))
((Yeah, I know. that said, I Do know more about writing DefJO then anyone, so I figured it wouldn't be entirely remiss to give a general descriptions of what I think DefJO would do; if nothing else it might help you get a better sense of what they, uh, Are.
and it looks like your version of DefJO is likely to be a mashup of Simu!JOE, V.God (who I would guess you've somehow concluded is a JOE, but I assure you is not), and presumably whatever info on DefJO you've picked up along the way.
If so, this has interesting implications for Ideatic-Space physics, the mechanics of the Indigo Divide, and a variety of other things. ))
[0x] I use ventriloquism to somehow say this to Harkener from a distance: "Wow, kudos to you on defeating so many Time Giants! that's no mean feat, I've heard they're mighty durable! Odd that you deny the van thing. Could've sworn I saw That happen, at least."
In a simultaneous, sped up, and much quieter undertone are the words "Sounds like there's another future version of you wandering around. I'd advise you ask for a high-power and wide-range scan for your signature around the Void. Can't do it myself, as my Light special isn't charged. Oh, and I know the Van thing was, ah, extenuating circumstances and self defence, but at least don't deny it happened."
[1x] I do a quick nanometer-resolution scan on the area I'm in, checking for, oh, bits of dead skin which might've flaked off from the burnt Hand Of (The voice of) God (Bill cipher confirms that MITF's black METATRON hand is a burnt one. I don't know if it's the same here but I figure it's a fair bet to make). or Split, for that matter. If I Do see any, I don't take it, just scan down to Planc resolution, so I can add more data to the Biosuit Redux Omega Final Evolved Synchro Construct or whatever I wanna call it.
[1x] Without further ado, I stepthrough a portal to the Facility, bringing the drones and Skeleton with me.
[0x] I get the Soul Gem from CGOC when I arrive, bringing me back to capability.
[1x] I use the Soul Gem to determine whether letting the Heart run its course would be wise. Like, whether it turns into a monster I need to put down, or just into a Really Awesome Anomalous Voidship or what. If Letting it run its course is wise, I proceed to turn around and get back to working on Biosuit 2: Electric Boogaloo. If not, on the other hand, I create an adirectional gravitational field, warping spacetime and slowing things down significantly, then sever the Heart from the Voidship by rending the space itself.
[CGOC 1] I warp to the Facility with the Void VIII+I in tow.
[CGOC 2] I provide a few samples of the CGOC body to the Facilitys crew, something they can intigrate with all those samples of Descended to figure out how to make an imitation without needing to crack making Actual descended.
[CGOC 3] I need some Alchemies of my own! I send a ambulatory blob of cake with just enough capabilities to preform Alchemy over to the Grand Alchemiter, where it previews:
(Swissarmyknifemodder XOR knife)|| Full-body armor made for a multi-armed humanoid.
~Black Hand of Judgement (Code obtained via a scribblepad modus)
Power Stone || Soul Stone
and
(Architects Cloak XOR (Chronal energy && Chronal matter && Chronal Magic (etc))||( PseudoGodmodder flesh (from the heralds limbs) && PseudoGodmodder energy && PseudoGodmodder construct)
Entity Orders: Void VIII+I uses Create to Create a Repair Drone, which will repair it. It also stays far away from MECHANES heart.
Nerà?: I believe, Adrasta, that in a moment of foolishness from you you had attempted to halt my machinations with the dwarves out of some misguided sense of... well, I have no idea what drove you to that act, honestly. I do recall telling you that there would be a punishment for defying me like that.
Nerà?: Consider yourself punished, and retain this lesson well.
The energy blade of the Ebony Staff changes hues ever so slightly to imitate that of the Starmaker
Nerà?: Do not defy me again.
"...Well now. I think that was fair. You betray my trust, I betray that of your murderous general. Now that we are even, we may begin negotiations."
Nerà is smiling in a manner revealing the ghost of a sadistic grin, heavily subdued by the elf's self control.
"Hello, 'Ishmael'. I am your master, the one who saved you and took you under my wing. The one you have betrayed through your deception. The one who still retains that old mercy enough to meet you at the table instead of the battlefield. I am Arch-Wizard and Emperor of the Imperial Arcanocracy of Firnimloth, Nerà Auvrea'Raheal. And you, I believe, are the despicable invader Nikolai, although I'm certain that that is a belief you can change here. And I hope you will change it, that we may discuss your options in peace."
Nerà conjures a throne for him to sit on, an a table in front of it and P3. He sits down and- ah, wait.
Boccob feels their body lock up, and it's not from any spell that they can detect being cast. Nerà speaks softly, and yet his words thunder in Boccob's skull as if his very bones were screaming.
"Right, and now it comes to this. Boccob, you defied my dominion for nearly a century. And worst still, when I came to you to get your help I had to resort to begging for it. Me. Begging."
Nerà is frowning, and yet their eyes have darkened with cold anger.
"To rectify your insult, you are going to beg me for your life. Otherwise, I will rend your infernal flesh and reap your divine soul. Painfully."
The last word is punctuated with blood that begins dripping from Boccob's nose and eyes.
"..."
"Pathetic."
Boccob's body flings itself forwards, pulled by an unknown force. He lands with his chest on the Crimson Scythe, and dies unnaturally quickly.
"..."
Nerà suddenly swings the Crimson Scythe to the side, and it's blade slips into a fold in space, appearing inside Boccob's brain. Boccob's last moments are spent with a chronoturgically-extended, magically-caused flare of pain cast by Auma Prime.
A single spec of dust, which Nerà had sent through the earth when he sat down and which had embedded itself into the surface of Boccob's flesh de-polymorphs into... Something. Something Wrong.
While Boccob reacts poorly to the Wrongness, Nerà dashes towards him and makes a quick cut with Lifecutter to take his soul.
"...Yes, well, negotiations. I'll let you begin, Nikolai. Avernus is invited. As are you, of course, Lord Mason."
Epic Wizard III stops maintaining the Grasping Hand and dispells the spells afflicting his allies.
Epic Wizard II provides heals for him and III
Epic Wizard I casts Invisibility on him and the other wizards. All three of them ascend.
All other entities ascend and then wait, unless we are attacked in which case they killify the attackers.
In secondary movement, the Nedben replenishes the alternative to time with an alternative to temperature, avoiding battlefield harms as he continues his setup of alternative physics for his own questionable ends.
Too much heat, cold, and the repeating motifs of a system that returns to base elements. Let us assault the path directly and build roads out from the nature of everything. IYSVQBRHLNA.
Astrec stares at the projection of Adam. They remember the invasion of Antarctica. Was that really them? It feels so long ago. "This...no.No.I'mnotthatperson!Areyouaccusingme-meofcorporatefraudinthemiddleofallthis?"
The flames of the Starmaker's pyre crackle. "..I've changed from that. I'm not going to listen to your ramblings." "Right? I'vechanged,haven'tI?"
A little voice in the back of his head whispers. The image of the dark god flashes through Astrec's mind. "No, that. That was to destroy the ships- to save this world!"
Stealing from science world. "That was for ou-"
Raining destruction upon this mountain. "The lucrehulk had to be destroyed!"
Ascending. "That-Thatwasjustified!Itwasforpowe-powertodestroythePraetorians!Towinthewar!"
Years before. Weapons of war sold. Drones detonating, hundreds of supposedly safe innovative oblivion drones exploding. "That's not me." Then what is?
Astrec freezes.
Good. "I'm- I'm not doing this." Doing what? Loosing yourself? "I'm not going to talk to myself. I know about splits. I'm fine." You already are.
The Godarm and Hand of Judgement burn.
Astrec winces. "You aren't me." You don't know yourself.
"You aren't me. Astrec Pradis is a hero. A beacon of hope. You- what you represent, what you are is dead." And I'm still talking to you. Even the Prince recognizes your insanity here. You need to stop being so petty. Take a step back and think. "Insanity? The Prince is the insane one. The Starmaker was the insane one."
"I'm not going to fall apart. I am Astrec Pradis. I am a descendent. I am a hero. I am not going to have a split. I am not going to have a split. I am not going to have a split."
Astrec closes their eyes, warps their psyche. A splitting headache erupts as they try to force their mind together. Nothing happens. "No! No, I'm not going to split! Not going to shatter! I am stable, I am in my right mind." The hand of judgement burns. Astrec turns away from Adam. They step towards the Starmaker's pyre. They raise the Godarm. "IronPrince..."Astrec seems to shudder as they talk, and sparks of red flare around them. "Isurrender.FreeNerà'sdaughter,leavethisworld."
Astrec blinks. "What?"
((Yeah, I know. that said, I Do know more about writing DefJO then anyone, so I figured it wouldn't be entirely remiss to give a general descriptions of what I think DefJO would do; if nothing else it might help you get a better sense of what they, uh, Are.
and it looks like your version of DefJO is likely to be a mashup of Simu!JOE, V.God (who I would guess you've somehow concluded is a JOE, but I assure you is not), and presumably whatever info on DefJO you've picked up along the way.
If so, this has interesting implications for Ideatic-Space physics, the mechanics of the Indigo Divide, and a variety of other things. ))
[0x] I use ventriloquism to somehow say this to Harkener from a distance: "Wow, kudos to you on defeating so many Time Giants! that's no mean feat, I've heard they're mighty durable! Odd that you deny the van thing. Could've sworn I saw That happen, at least."
In a simultaneous, sped up, and much quieter undertone are the words "Sounds like there's another future version of you wandering around. I'd advise you ask for a high-power and wide-range scan for your signature around the Void. Can't do it myself, as my Light special isn't charged. Oh, and I know the Van thing was, ah, extenuating circumstances and self defence, but at least don't deny it happened."
[1x] I do a quick nanometer-resolution scan on the area I'm in, checking for, oh, bits of dead skin which might've flaked off from the burnt Hand Of (The voice of) God (Bill cipher confirms that MITF's black METATRON hand is a burnt one. I don't know if it's the same here but I figure it's a fair bet to make). or Split, for that matter. If I Do see any, I don't take it, just scan down to Planc resolution, so I can add more data to the Biosuit Redux Omega Final Evolved Synchro Construct or whatever I wanna call it.
[1x] Without further ado, I stepthrough a portal to the Facility, bringing the drones and Skeleton with me.
[0x] I get the Soul Gem from CGOC when I arrive, bringing me back to capability.
[1x] I use the Soul Gem to determine whether letting the Heart run its course would be wise. Like, whether it turns into a monster I need to put down, or just into a Really Awesome Anomalous Voidship or what. If Letting it run its course is wise, I proceed to turn around and get back to working on Biosuit 2: Electric Boogaloo. If not, on the other hand, I create an adirectional gravitational field, warping spacetime and slowing things down significantly, then sever the Heart from the Voidship by rending the space itself.
[CGOC 1] I warp to the Facility with the Void VIII+I in tow.
[CGOC 2] I provide a few samples of the CGOC body to the Facilitys crew, something they can intigrate with all those samples of Descended to figure out how to make an imitation without needing to crack making Actual descended.
[CGOC 3] I need some Alchemies of my own! I send a ambulatory blob of cake with just enough capabilities to preform Alchemy over to the Grand Alchemiter, where it previews:
(Swissarmyknifemodder XOR knife)|| Full-body armor made for a multi-armed humanoid.
~Black Hand of Judgement (Code obtained via a scribblepad modus)
Power Stone || Soul Stone
and
(Architects Cloak XOR (Chronal energy && Chronal matter && Chronal Magic (etc))||( PseudoGodmodder flesh (from the heralds limbs) && PseudoGodmodder energy && PseudoGodmodder construct)
Entity Orders: Void VIII+I uses Create to Create a Repair Drone, which will repair it. It also stays far away from MECHANES heart.
Harkener's hands shake as he responds back you you. "JOE, not the point."
You find that Adam's thought of this sort of thing ahead of time, with no samples of himself whatsoever left behind. That said, you enter The Facility to scan the Voidship with your Soul-Stone. All possibilities witnessed converge towards a single form.
"GREETINGS SIR DESCENDED. I AM MEKHANE. PLEASE FEAR NOT. I BRING AID."
[???][BOSS] Mekhane, Ad Machina. 200/200 Hp. 10 Armour. 15 Regen. Uplift: 0/2. Summon Angel: 0/3. Deus Ex: 0/7.
ACTIONS:
Nataraja: 80,000x6. Must attack at least 3 separate opponents.
Vox Dei: Force Morale Rolls on 6 targets.
Uplift: Upgrade target entity.
Summon Angel: Self-Explanatory.
Deus Ex: Consume target, dealing 640,000 next round. Heals equal to damage dealt. Consumed target's attacks will be Critical.
PASSIVES:
Inner World: Mekhane can contain a demiplane within themselves, as well as open a portal to it. While this portal is active, Mekhane is effectively invincible, but cannot do any action other than keep this portal open. Mekhane may only act when this portal is shut, sealing the demiplane from outside influence.
Technologist: Mekhane is the Elemental Lord of Technology, and may increase and take control of Technology-based magic. He can hack anything he touches.
CGOC's proxy manages to preview one alchemy. They will be able to preview the rest of their ideas later.
(Swissarmyknifemodder XOR Knife) || Full-Body Armor Made For A Multi-Armed Humanoid == Robe of Infinite Things
A garment as blue as the sky, etched with incredibly fine lines. Can generate virtually any shape of object.
Nerà?: I believe, Adrasta, that in a moment of foolishness from you you had attempted to halt my machinations with the dwarves out of some misguided sense of... well, I have no idea what drove you to that act, honestly. I do recall telling you that there would be a punishment for defying me like that.
Nerà?: Consider yourself punished, and retain this lesson well.
The energy blade of the Ebony Staff changes hues ever so slightly to imitate that of the Starmaker
Nerà?: Do not defy me again.
"...Well now. I think that was fair. You betray my trust, I betray that of your murderous general. Now that we are even, we may begin negotiations."
Nerà is smiling in a manner revealing the ghost of a sadistic grin, heavily subdued by the elf's self control.
"Hello, 'Ishmael'. I am your master, the one who saved you and took you under my wing. The one you have betrayed through your deception. The one who still retains that old mercy enough to meet you at the table instead of the battlefield. I am Arch-Wizard and Emperor of the Imperial Arcanocracy of Firnimloth, Nerà Auvrea'Raheal. And you, I believe, are the despicable invader Nikolai, although I'm certain that that is a belief you can change here. And I hope you will change it, that we may discuss your options in peace."
Nerà conjures a throne for him to sit on, an a table in front of it and P3. He sits down and- ah, wait.
Boccob feels their body lock up, and it's not from any spell that they can detect being cast. Nerà speaks softly, and yet his words thunder in Boccob's skull as if his very bones were screaming.
"Right, and now it comes to this. Boccob, you defied my dominion for nearly a century. And worst still, when I came to you to get your help I had to resort to begging for it. Me. Begging."
Nerà is frowning, and yet their eyes have darkened with cold anger.
"To rectify your insult, you are going to beg me for your life. Otherwise, I will rend your infernal flesh and reap your divine soul. Painfully."
The last word is punctuated with blood that begins dripping from Boccob's nose and eyes.
"..."
"Pathetic."
Boccob's body flings itself forwards, pulled by an unknown force. He lands with his chest on the Crimson Scythe, and dies unnaturally quickly.
"..."
Nerà suddenly swings the Crimson Scythe to the side, and it's blade slips into a fold in space, appearing inside Boccob's brain. Boccob's last moments are spent with a chronoturgically-extended, magically-caused flare of pain cast by Auma Prime.
A single spec of dust, which Nerà had sent through the earth when he sat down and which had embedded itself into the surface of Boccob's flesh de-polymorphs into... Something. Something Wrong.
While Boccob reacts poorly to the Wrongness, Nerà dashes towards him and makes a quick cut with Lifecutter to take his soul.
"...Yes, well, negotiations. I'll let you begin, Nikolai. Avernus is invited. As are you, of course, Lord Mason."
Epic Wizard III stops maintaining the Grasping Hand and dispells the spells afflicting his allies.
Epic Wizard II provides heals for him and III
Epic Wizard I casts Invisibility on him and the other wizards. All three of them ascend.
All other entities ascend and then wait, unless we are attacked in which case they killify the attackers.
... "..." "..."
Boccob's soul drains from his body upon your scythe, several sets of blood-red chains grab his limbs, pulling him off the blade. The Third Praetorian sighs. "As much as I'd like to see him humiliated..." With a grimace, he sticks the Power Stone into Boccob's-
Sorry, nope. I'm not describing this. The Third Praetorian lets go of the Lemure that was Boccob with an expression of disgust, dematerializing what's left of the God from his hands. "I still need him alive."
The Third Praetor approaches the table, but remains standing. "Let's see... Where to begin? Your world isn't the only one populated by Gods. Hundreds of other Universes live under the rule of immortal worshiped rulers. Rulers who have betrayed the faith and trust placed in them by their subjects, gathering at a single location hidden deep within the Void: Olympus Station." He takes a ragged breath. "I desire the destruction of this Pantheon. If you allow me to use Boccob to access to your Throne of The Gods, I will hand over your daughter and order my forces to leave this universe. What do you say?"
...
In secondary movement, the Nedben replenishes the alternative to time with an alternative to temperature, avoiding battlefield harms as he continues his setup of alternative physics for his own questionable ends.
Too much heat, cold, and the repeating motifs of a system that returns to base elements. Let us assault the path directly and build roads out from the nature of everything. IYSVQBRHLNA.
You further increase the difficulty of manipulating the flow of time on the Celestia Theatre! In addition, you also lower the effectiveness of actions manipulating thermodynamics!
Astrec stares at the projection of Adam. They remember the invasion of Antarctica. Was that really them? It feels so long ago. "This...no.No.I'mnotthatperson!Areyouaccusingme-meofcorporatefraudinthemiddleofallthis?"
The flames of the Starmaker's pyre crackle. "..I've changed from that. I'm not going to listen to your ramblings." "Right? I'vechanged,haven'tI?"
A little voice in the back of his head whispers. The image of the dark god flashes through Astrec's mind. "No, that. That was to destroy the ships- to save this world!"
Stealing from science world. "That was for ou-"
Raining destruction upon this mountain. "The lucrehulk had to be destroyed!"
Ascending. "That-Thatwasjustified!Itwasforpowe-powertodestroythePraetorians!Towinthewar!"
Years before. Weapons of war sold. Drones detonating, hundreds of supposedly safe innovative oblivion drones exploding. "That's not me." Then what is?
Astrec freezes.
Good. "I'm- I'm not doing this." Doing what? Loosing yourself? "I'm not going to talk to myself. I know about splits. I'm fine." You already are.
The Godarm and Hand of Judgement burn.
Astrec winces. "You aren't me." You don't know yourself.
"You aren't me. Astrec Pradis is a hero. A beacon of hope. You- what you represent, what you are is dead." And I'm still talking to you. Even the Prince recognizes your insanity here. You need to stop being so petty. Take a step back and think. "Insanity? The Prince is the insane one. The Starmaker was the insane one."
"I'm not going to fall apart. I am Astrec Pradis. I am a descendent. I am a hero. I am not going to have a split. I am not going to have a split. I am not going to have a split."
Astrec closes their eyes, warps their psyche. A splitting headache erupts as they try to force their mind together. Nothing happens. "No! No, I'm not going to split! Not going to shatter! I am stable, I am in my right mind." The hand of judgement burns. Astrec turns away from Adam. They step towards the Starmaker's pyre. They raise the Godarm. "IronPrince..."Astrec seems to shudder as they talk, and sparks of red flare around them. "Isurrender.FreeNerà'sdaughter,leavethisworld."
Astrec blinks. "What?"
The Third Praetor turns his head to look at you, his expression soft. "Thank you, I appreciate this sentiment." ...Nothing much happens this round.
As the one who cast Crushing Hand, Epic Wizard I stops concentrating on their spell. That's all they can do, considering the Feeblemind. Epic Wizard II restores 10 Hp to themselves and Epic Wizard III. Epic Wizard III dispels the Inscatteration-effect, but fails to remove the Feeblemind of Epic Wizard I.
The Elevation 5 Fire dies out. Nera's forces attempt to ascend, but they end up on lower elevations than they were previously because Celestia layer-rearrangement is crapshoot like that. They do seem to be returning to their regular order, however.
[???] Piono. 30/30 Hp. [A] The Hammer. [A] The Trident. [A] Ultimatum. [A] Archangel. [???] Crowd. 1/1 Hp. x100.
[AG] Smirk. 25/25 Charge. Has created a Metal Staff. [A] Nanosuit. Defense Mode: +5 AC. Durability: 2. Worn! Advantage: [Contested]
Mount Celestia.
FIELD EFFECT: Heaven Fall Down. +5% Dodge/Accuracy per Elevation! Layers 2-6 shuffle each round. Will occur again at end of next round.
Forge: [Base: ][Lens: ][Connector: ][Variety: ][Magnitude: ]
AG Morale: 69%
Blocks: Time, Temperature!
Elevation 7: [A] Orb of Delphi. Passively Scans on Attack.
Astral Plane: Tu'narath, Tiamat's Palace: Archived in facilitydoc! Godmodder Biosphere: Archived in facilitydoc! Space, Near-Earth Orbit: Entities moved to Laboratory! Elsewhere: Entities moved to Laboratory!
Adam Mason received a message from an agent of Dalaundo.
Aiya, Firyatur Adà Mason, Scarlet Star, Lord of Man, Unyielding Mountain, Descended from on high!
The Kurutur Nerà Phi-Firnimloth, Diviner Supreme, who rebukes the divine and balances the domains of light and dark, who weaves and rends and tends the planes and its children, who commands the dead and conquered all enemies of peace, Descended, etc. invites you to parlay within the halls of the Throne of the gods and it's stewards. Present also will be the Anti-Godmodder group 'The Centurions' and the Pro-Godmodder 'Praetorians' Avernus and Nikolai. You will be catered to, of course, and it is hoped that at this parlay you and the Kurutur may forge a strong alliance.
Breaking the provided sticks will teleport you and up to five Entities to the skies above Mount Celestia where the negotiations are to take place.
Aiya, Firyatur Adà! Aiya, Kurutur Nerà!
"Holding a young girl hostage? To slaughter the masses of divinity? How very unheroic of you, Nikò. And yet how very much like me."
Not!Nerà chuckles sardonically at his observation.
"You know that I have no desire to let suffer the celestial parasites to live, yet I find more value in a potential alliance with the Firyatur Mason than with you. Release the seventh child before her brother discovers your villainous deed and razes this plane to the ground. Sit, and I will await the arrival of Lord Mason before my decision is made. Meanwhile you may invite your firey friend to the table."
A mageling guiding several fire elementals into the room has them offer up a variety of drinks.
"Thirsty?"
Not!Nerà heals the Giant and Wizard as well as dispelling the Wizard's debuff. Nerà, an incorporeal consciousness, fails to float in an abyss of dreams...
The Cloud Giant- General Nebelkind Momur- is elected as representative of New Ostoria. Auma Prime represents Chronias while Auma Golem gets bullied by the other Aumas for his current body. Wizard I opens communications with The Raven Queen if she wishes to listen in. Wizard II opens a gate to the plane of fire for P2 to walk through. A chair is also conjured for him. The other Wizard summons some more fire elementals.
The Iron Gear and Iron Golem walk out of the plane of fire and stand menacingly. The fire elementals burn the iron gear.
Dinner is brought out. Simple, but divine. It tastes pretty good.
Orb of Delphi && Auma Necklace.
((@AGs, you can join the negotiations if you'd like, either here or in the server))
Using his descendant powers to make sure his voice is audible regardless of the crowd's to Piono, Smirk says, "Hello. It appears you have come into the possession of two of the Elemental Weapons, and I would very much like to know how quickly you intend to see them returned to a being of their element, since otherwise the worlds they originate from would be much more poorly defended, as well as potentially falling into disarray depending on how strongly they need a leader." He prepares himself to summon a sword to his hand and parry if Piono is in a less than talkative mood.
"Chokmah.Binah. Heaven falls down, but where is the hole? Consider it not the mercies of the purity."
A fingergun-motion at nothing in particular. Altrin laughs a bit, having bubbled up from the Nedben as a partner rather than discord.
He kills the Feeblemind effect, terminating it instantly and leaving the affected Epic Wizard I unharmed with mentality restored. Altrin momentarily transcends distance and purges the undesirable concept in a single blow like the vengeful zabaniya, a scythe that restores the mind. Whatever charge necessary to execute this and countermand the difficulties of accuracy is expended accordingly, moving the shared spaceman-body if effective. Difference or not, let's get that cleared up.Agreeable.
Cross-system investigation recommended, but likely delayed to incoming situations.Agreeable. Let's see what needs to be done.
[0x] in response to Harkener, I say "So... did you lose update terminal access, or something? because I'm pretty sure it was quite clear I was already aware of that. if you can still read the terminal. I thought Split was already there and would hear if I talked normally y'see." "Say, I don't have any stake in the matter, but maybe ask him why he thinks you've killed armies of time beings? or, for that matter, why he thinks you can? Also, get rid of anything you don't want to lose now, before he gets here; once you do, there isn't much he can do to you other then deplete your charge." "...If you don't have anything to Do with that charge before he shows up, mind donating it to my Voidship? The first one I was working on got eaten by a heart and now it wants me to feed it the raw energies of creation itself."
[0x +1 CP] To MEKHANE, I reply: "Nice." "...right, well anyway, I'm on expedition to a fairly dangerous place, so it's nice to have you along. I do need that voidship capability to get there, and there might- I make no promises, but there Might- be things in said location that can speed your reconstruction along- so, could you prioritise the voidship capabilities for rebuilding?" "...Shame about the Machine special I had being gone. would've been a great help."
And start feeding my roundly CP regeneration into them.
[1x] I suddenly have a stellar idea! But I'll get to that one later. build suspense, y'know! no, it's not literally stellar as in star-related. anyway. For this action, I reach my hand up, out of the text box, and into a conveniently-open tab on the implied computer to grab a green lantern from it. I then snap open a small portal, through which the lanternlight shines; the shining lanternlight illuminates the past, and in it I see a vision of my conversation with Mason. First I snap a captcha-picture of their sword, because it looks potentially valuable for alchemy. Then, I look very closely at their arm. very, very closely. So very closely, that it would, if this was the conversation rather then me looking at the past, have gone well past a faux pa into the range where people begin to suspect insanity but aren't quite ready to call for a mental ward. and then even more closely. Eventually, I look so closely at the vision of their arm that I can see individual strands of DNA. And then I look closer, until I can identify the sequence in that DNA, which I proceed to jot down.
[2x + Special: Godmod] Next up, I hold up the apparently no-longer-upgradeable balls of Fluff. First of all, I put them all together in the appropriate shape: that of a rabbit, or to use the scientific term, a bun. See the main one is the body and the smaller one is the head and the smaller-er one is the tail and the elongated ones are the feet and I was going to make ears too. At any rate. I wave my hand over the Fluff in the shape of an Emperorbun- and yet, due to the increased amount of mass held in them prior to the shrinkage, the durability of a kingbun- and use the Godmod special. Immediately, the grand power of a Godmodder courses through the Biosuit. Not the Godmodder, who yet lies in slumber or stasis, but merely a Godmodder. Still it is enough; The Emperorbun springs into true and full life. more then that, through the power of a Godmodder, their cuteness- their base dodge- is increased by 1%. just one.
From their previous 99.
But to see that the Emperorbun is now durable, and is so very adorable that nobody but Nobody would dare to attack it- That is only half the story.
The Emperorbun is an Emperor, you see. So they can call other Buns to join them. You know, like in Renewal? oh right, you wouldn't know about that. uh, ask Harkener about it.
[Bonus] Alchemy Preview: I put all the DNA samples collected so far in one alchemy recipe, then use the Invert operator and preview the result to see if it gives me other dna samples in the preview.
[CGOC-Bonus] Preview (Architects Cloak XOR (Chronal energy && Chronal matter && Chronal Magic (etc))||( PseudoGodmodder flesh (from the heralds limbs) && PseudoGodmodder energy && PseudoGodmodder construct) Through the proxy.
[CGOC Proxy non-action] The proxy says hi to DefJO and asks what they are, exactly?
[CGOC 1+2] I bake a nice cake for all the Researchers. They've been working so hard, after all; they deserve it. The cake also magically makes them better at work and makes their work easier.
[CGOC 3] I head to the facility and bring the Void VIII+I with me.
[Void VIII+I] create another repair drone.
[Repair drones] split half your efforts to the Void VIII+I,and half your efforts to repairing MECHANE.
[FACILITY] spend 12 Points and 16 Souls to make a new project head! This will be the project head of Bioengineering, and their name will be... Ezkiel? Sure that sounds like a good name. The speciality of this project head is bioengineering, which means with there help there is at least a possibility for the Amalgamation Biosuit 2 electric boogaloo to be a coherently engineered organism which wouldn't fall apart instantly without reality warping on its side.
In the Facility, the Karpinsky Skeleton suddenly crumbles to dust. Its effects are permanently gone.
Meanwhile, in orbit around Science World, the Reconstruction continues its work of rebuilding.
In a chamber near the mighty vessel's heart, filled with cloning vats, a console blinks to life. Long-dormant machinery turns on over the span of several minutes as the lights turn on one by one, revealing the closest vat to the door. Inside the vat is a body of the Descendant known as Karpinsky. It and its identical twins in the neighboring vats have gone uninhabited for a long time.
The vat opens, and the long period of my departure comes to an end. I look around and get my bearings. I'm in the Reconstruction, primary cloning apparatus. Alright, then. I move forward into the next room, which functions as an armory for newly decanted clones of myself. I put some clothes on, along with my standard loadout armor, weapons, and communication devices. You never want to be without a computer.
I check the Voidic news networks, as well as the data backups from my vessels and drones. Looks like someone ended up finding MEKHANE after all. That'll be good to help with once I'm fully in the swing of things. In the meantime, I'll need to actually go places. Specifically, the fight on Mount Celestia.
The Reconstruction will be fine doing business as usual. I have no intent of bringing it into a warzone until the endgame. But that doesn't mean I won't take one of the smaller ships.
As I head down to the hangar, I FOCUS (1 action) and fill out the forms necessary to declare candidacy for the currently vacant office of Space President. It's a long elevator ride, so I have plenty of time. By the time I've sent them off, the elevator dings and I've arrived.
I enter and start up a small vessel, optimized for speed and stealth. I don't intend to take much more with me than I can carry. Of course, given how easy it is to spin off a pocket dimension with dark science, what I can carry is a surprising amount.
As I fly out of the hangar bay, I FOCUS (2 actions) on the necessary calculations for greater Voidic travel. I'd rather get to the fight sooner rather than later if I'm going to do some good. With the calculations complete, I move my ship into higher gear and fully set off.
..Astrec just quietely takes a seat at the negotiating table, holding his head very. "Finally, a moment of quiet." "(You- Stop! Let me attack!)"
As people gather, he clenches the Godarm's fist and unleashes a burst of lightning through his body, destroying the nanotech that's debuffing his stats. He lets out a sigh and waits for everything to begin.
Todo:
-Figure out New Reconstruction Stats, how it fits in with the rest of the setting?
-Possibly Player-Properties in general
-Figure out how much Charge P3 actually has
Adam Mason received a message from an agent of Dalaundo.
Aiya, Firyatur Adà Mason, Scarlet Star, Lord of Man, Unyielding Mountain, Descended from on high!
The Kurutur Nerà Phi-Firnimloth, Diviner Supreme, who rebukes the divine and balances the domains of light and dark, who weaves and rends and tends the planes and its children, who commands the dead and conquered all enemies of peace, Descended, etc. invites you to parlay within the halls of the Throne of the gods and it's stewards. Present also will be the Anti-Godmodder group 'The Centurions' and the Pro-Godmodder 'Praetorians' Avernus and Nikolai. You will be catered to, of course, and it is hoped that at this parlay you and the Kurutur may forge a strong alliance.
Breaking the provided sticks will teleport you and up to five Entities to the skies above Mount Celestia where the negotiations are to take place.
Aiya, Firyatur Adà! Aiya, Kurutur Nerà!
"Holding a young girl hostage? To slaughter the masses of divinity? How very unheroic of you, Nikò. And yet how very much like me."
Not!Nerà chuckles sardonically at his observation.
"You know that I have no desire to let suffer the celestial parasites to live, yet I find more value in a potential alliance with the Firyatur Mason than with you. Release the seventh child before her brother discovers your villainous deed and razes this plane to the ground. Sit, and I will await the arrival of Lord Mason before my decision is made. Meanwhile you may invite your firey friend to the table."
A mageling guiding several fire elementals into the room has them offer up a variety of drinks.
"Thirsty?"
Not!Nerà heals the Giant and Wizard as well as dispelling the Wizard's debuff. Nerà, an incorporeal consciousness, fails to float in an abyss of dreams...
The Cloud Giant- General Nebelkind Momur- is elected as representative of New Ostoria. Auma Prime represents Chronias while Auma Golem gets bullied by the other Aumas for his current body. Wizard I opens communications with The Raven Queen if she wishes to listen in. Wizard II opens a gate to the plane of fire for P2 to walk through. A chair is also conjured for him. The other Wizard summons some more fire elementals.
The Iron Gear and Iron Golem walk out of the plane of fire and stand menacingly. The fire elementals burn the iron gear.
Dinner is brought out. Simple, but divine. It tastes pretty good.
Orb of Delphi && Auma Necklace.
((@AGs, you can join the negotiations if you'd like, either here or in the server))
"Young? Maybe to you, she's still older than me," the Third Praetor smirks. "Say what you want, I've heard it all. For people like us, sticking to an ideal is dangerous." Deciding to sit down at the table, he takes the first glass of liquid he can reach, offering it as a toast. Regardless of whether anyone else joins in, he casually downs it in a single draft. "Finally, something that isn't ranch-water. Thank you."
Orb of Delphi && Auma Necklace == Rob's Rosary of the Infinite Eye.
[A] Rosary of the Infinite Eye.
A Holy Symbol of the Infinite Church, infused with the power of Indigo Fire, granting it the ability to read and control the thoughts of those who see it. "Basically, it literally does what they think it can do."
General Momur healed to full, Epic Wizard II healed for 5 Hp.
Using his descendant powers to make sure his voice is audible regardless of the crowd's to Piono, Smirk says, "Hello. It appears you have come into the possession of two of the Elemental Weapons, and I would very much like to know how quickly you intend to see them returned to a being of their element, since otherwise the worlds they originate from would be much more poorly defended, as well as potentially falling into disarray depending on how strongly they need a leader." He prepares himself to summon a sword to his hand and parry if Piono is in a less than talkative mood.
As Piono continues to sign artifacts, you hear his voice respond back in your head: "Howdy Smirk, nice to meet you! I think the Elemental Planes can take care of themselves just fine, but if you want to talk about this more, go to that street corner on your left? See you there."
"Chokmah.Binah. Heaven falls down, but where is the hole? Consider it not the mercies of the purity."
A fingergun-motion at nothing in particular. Altrin laughs a bit, having bubbled up from the Nedben as a partner rather than discord.
He kills the Feeblemind effect, terminating it instantly and leaving the affected Epic Wizard I unharmed with mentality restored. Altrin momentarily transcends distance and purges the undesirable concept in a single blow like the vengeful zabaniya, a scythe that restores the mind. Whatever charge necessary to execute this and countermand the difficulties of accuracy is expended accordingly, moving the shared spaceman-body if effective. Difference or not, let's get that cleared up.Agreeable.
Cross-system investigation recommended, but likely delayed to incoming situations.Agreeable. Let's see what needs to be done.
[0x] in response to Harkener, I say "So... did you lose update terminal access, or something? because I'm pretty sure it was quite clear I was already aware of that. if you can still read the terminal. I thought Split was already there and would hear if I talked normally y'see." "Say, I don't have any stake in the matter, but maybe ask him why he thinks you've killed armies of time beings? or, for that matter, why he thinks you can? Also, get rid of anything you don't want to lose now, before he gets here; once you do, there isn't much he can do to you other then deplete your charge." "...If you don't have anything to Do with that charge before he shows up, mind donating it to my Voidship? The first one I was working on got eaten by a heart and now it wants me to feed it the raw energies of creation itself."
[0x +1 CP] To MEKHANE, I reply: "Nice." "...right, well anyway, I'm on expedition to a fairly dangerous place, so it's nice to have you along. I do need that voidship capability to get there, and there might- I make no promises, but there Might- be things in said location that can speed your reconstruction along- so, could you prioritise the voidship capabilities for rebuilding?" "...Shame about the Machine special I had being gone. would've been a great help."
And start feeding my roundly CP regeneration into them.
[1x] I suddenly have a stellar idea! But I'll get to that one later. build suspense, y'know! no, it's not literally stellar as in star-related. anyway. For this action, I reach my hand up, out of the text box, and into a conveniently-open tab on the implied computer to grab a green lantern from it. I then snap open a small portal, through which the lanternlight shines; the shining lanternlight illuminates the past, and in it I see a vision of my conversation with Mason. First I snap a captcha-picture of their sword, because it looks potentially valuable for alchemy. Then, I look very closely at their arm. very, very closely. So very closely, that it would, if this was the conversation rather then me looking at the past, have gone well past a faux pa into the range where people begin to suspect insanity but aren't quite ready to call for a mental ward. and then even more closely. Eventually, I look so closely at the vision of their arm that I can see individual strands of DNA. And then I look closer, until I can identify the sequence in that DNA, which I proceed to jot down.
[2x + Special: Godmod] Next up, I hold up the apparently no-longer-upgradeable balls of Fluff. First of all, I put them all together in the appropriate shape: that of a rabbit, or to use the scientific term, a bun. See the main one is the body and the smaller one is the head and the smaller-er one is the tail and the elongated ones are the feet and I was going to make ears too. At any rate. I wave my hand over the Fluff in the shape of an Emperorbun- and yet, due to the increased amount of mass held in them prior to the shrinkage, the durability of a kingbun- and use the Godmod special. Immediately, the grand power of a Godmodder courses through the Biosuit. Not the Godmodder, who yet lies in slumber or stasis, but merely a Godmodder. Still it is enough; The Emperorbun springs into true and full life. more then that, through the power of a Godmodder, their cuteness- their base dodge- is increased by 1%. just one.
From their previous 99.
But to see that the Emperorbun is now durable, and is so very adorable that nobody but Nobody would dare to attack it- That is only half the story.
The Emperorbun is an Emperor, you see. So they can call other Buns to join them. You know, like in Renewal? oh right, you wouldn't know about that. uh, ask Harkener about it.
[Bonus] Alchemy Preview: I put all the DNA samples collected so far in one alchemy recipe, then use the Invert operator and preview the result to see if it gives me other dna samples in the preview.
[CGOC-Bonus] Preview (Architects Cloak XOR (Chronal energy && Chronal matter && Chronal Magic (etc))||( PseudoGodmodder flesh (from the heralds limbs) && PseudoGodmodder energy && PseudoGodmodder construct) Through the proxy.
[CGOC Proxy non-action] The proxy says hi to DefJO and asks what they are, exactly?
[CGOC 1+2] I bake a nice cake for all the Researchers. They've been working so hard, after all; they deserve it. The cake also magically makes them better at work and makes their work easier.
[CGOC 3] I head to the facility and bring the Void VIII+I with me.
[Void VIII+I] create another repair drone.
[Repair drones] split half your efforts to the Void VIII+I,and half your efforts to repairing MECHANE.
[FACILITY] spend 12 Points and 16 Souls to make a new project head! This will be the project head of Bioengineering, and their name will be... Ezkiel? Sure that sounds like a good name. The speciality of this project head is bioengineering, which means with there help there is at least a possibility for the Amalgamation Biosuit 2 electric boogaloo to be a coherently engineered organism which wouldn't fall apart instantly without reality warping on its side.
Harkener nods and responds back. "I will do that. ((Further Response need to figure out))
You begin to funnel your CP towards rebuilding Mekhane! You attempt to use a Chronoscope to look at your interaction with Adam. While you show up just fine, the Chronoscoped image of Adam and his Throne is so horribly blurred that you're unable to get any captcharoidable information from it!
Moving on from that, you use your power to summon... my Null, you summon...
The Emperor Bun.
[PGAG-JOE][ELITE] Emperor Bun. 30,000/30,000 Hp. 100% Dodge.
ACTION:
Heart Attack: 20,000. Induces a myocardial infarction via cuteness overload.
Rally: Summons two Bunnyguards.
PASSIVE:
Bunnyguard: 5,000/5,000 Hp. 10% Dodge! Capable of Bodyguarding.
???: Can probably do more, as of yet unknown.
((I'm using stats taken directly from Renewal for this.))
JOE. JOE.
!Laboratory DNA Cocktail == Inverse Laboratory DNA Cocktail
It holds... DNA. Dextro-DNA, to be exact. Who does it belong to? Who knows?
(Architects Cloak XOR [Chronal Energy && Chronal Matter && Chronal Magic (etc)]) || (PseudoGodmodder Flesh [from the heralds limbs] && PseudoGodmodder energy && PseudoGodmodder construct) == Zeitgeist
[A] Zeitgeist. +5 AC. Godmodder Actions: 1/1. 3 Durability.
The mantle which belonged to someone who could've accomplished great things whose life was cut short, infused with a power he never imagined. "...Disgusting."
In the Facility, the Karpinsky Skeleton suddenly crumbles to dust. Its effects are permanently gone.
Meanwhile, in orbit around Science World, the Reconstruction continues its work of rebuilding.
In a chamber near the mighty vessel's heart, filled with cloning vats, a console blinks to life. Long-dormant machinery turns on over the span of several minutes as the lights turn on one by one, revealing the closest vat to the door. Inside the vat is a body of the Descendant known as Karpinsky. It and its identical twins in the neighboring vats have gone uninhabited for a long time.
The vat opens, and the long period of my departure comes to an end. I look around and get my bearings. I'm in the Reconstruction, primary cloning apparatus. Alright, then. I move forward into the next room, which functions as an armory for newly decanted clones of myself. I put some clothes on, along with my standard loadout armor, weapons, and communication devices. You never want to be without a computer.
I check the Voidic news networks, as well as the data backups from my vessels and drones. Looks like someone ended up finding MEKHANE after all. That'll be good to help with once I'm fully in the swing of things. In the meantime, I'll need to actually go places. Specifically, the fight on Mount Celestia.
The Reconstruction will be fine doing business as usual. I have no intent of bringing it into a warzone until the endgame. But that doesn't mean I won't take one of the smaller ships.
As I head down to the hangar, I FOCUS (1 action) and fill out the forms necessary to declare candidacy for the currently vacant office of Space President. It's a long elevator ride, so I have plenty of time. By the time I've sent them off, the elevator dings and I've arrived.
I enter and start up a small vessel, optimized for speed and stealth. I don't intend to take much more with me than I can carry. Of course, given how easy it is to spin off a pocket dimension with dark science, what I can carry is a surprising amount.
As I fly out of the hangar bay, I FOCUS (2 actions) on the necessary calculations for greater Voidic travel. I'd rather get to the fight sooner rather than later if I'm going to do some good. With the calculations complete, I move my ship into higher gear and fully set off.
Welcome back Karpinsky! As you return, your skeleton in The Facility crumbles away. You enter yourself in the Presidential Race, and prepare to travel to... travel where in particular exactly?
..Astrec just quietely takes a seat at the negotiating table, holding his head very. "Finally, a moment of quiet." "(You- Stop! Let me attack!)"
As people gather, he clenches the Godarm's fist and unleashes a burst of lightning through his body, destroying the nanotech that's debuffing his stats. He lets out a sigh and waits for everything to begin.
The Third Praetorian makes a slight grimace at the sight of you burning through his stuff. "Y'know, you could have asked?" He shrugs. "Agh, well."
As General Nebelkind dismisses his invisibility and moves up the mountain, The Third Praetor's Carriers begin to once more release ships. "Don't mind that, keeping up appearances, that's all."
The Wizards Three cast their spells. The First asks whether the Raven Queen wishes to listen in. "...Thank you for the courtesy, I will..." The Second conjures a Portal to the Elemental Plane of Fire, from which Nerà's Golems emerge to stand guard at the negotiation table. Reluctantly, the Second Praetorian comes forth as well, after discreetly sending Gloria elsewhere. He purposely ignores the Third Wizard as they summon enslaved Fire Elementals.
As Heaven resettles, everyone makes their way up to the Seventh Layer. Out of respect to the last guest, Dinner remains ready, but unserved.
As Karpinsky's ship makes it's jump to Firnimloth, he crosses paths with and is stopped by a group of four Battlecruisers.
Adam Mason opens communications to Karpinsky's ship. "Hello, Josiah. Welcome back to the Anti-Godmodders. Joining Nerà?" He holds up one of the five sticks Delaundo offered to him. "Come aboard. I have a shortcut." Itinerary:
Stop Alethea!
...Stop The Invasion?:
[???] Piono. 30/30 Hp. [A] The Hammer. [A] The Trident. [A] Ultimatum. [A] Archangel. [???] Crowd. 1/1 Hp. x100.
[AG] Smirk. 25/25 Charge. Has created a Metal Staff. [A] Nanosuit. Defense Mode: +5 AC. Durability: 2. Worn! Advantage: [Contested]
Mount Celestia. FIELD EFFECT: Heaven Fall Down. +5% Dodge/Accuracy per Elevation! Layers 2-6 shuffle each round. Will occur again at end of next round.
Forge: [Base: ][Lens: ][Connector: ][Variety: ][Magnitude: ]
AG Morale: 69%
Blocks: Time, Temperature!
Elevation 7: [A] Orb of Delphi. Passively Scans on Attack.
[IA][BOSS] Chronias, Throne of The Gods. 133/133 Hp. 13 Armour. 26 Regen. [PG] The Third Praetorian. 31/70 Charge. 5 Ac. 50% Dodge. Vulnerable! [A] The Power Stone. [PG] Attack Ships. 50,000/100,000 Hp. x14. Flying! [BOC] Dretch. 1/1 Hp. [PG] Clockwork Armillary. 25/25 Hp. 3 AC. 5 Regen. Blast: 2/2. Dispel: 3/3. [IA] Fire Elemental. 60,000/60,000 Hp. x8. [PG][ELITE] Carrier. 240,000/300,000 Hp. 15,000 Armour. Flying! [PG] Fighter Wing. 275,000 Hp. Horde! [IA][ELITE] Auma. 180,000/180,000 Hp. Glibglobink Shell: 3/3. Immune to Magic. [A] Necklace of Auma. Supplies Spells. Worn! [???] Harkener, The Newcomer. 15/40 Charge. Petrify: 6/6. [AG] Astrec. 363 Charge. Vulnerable! -20% Accuracy/Dodge [A] The Godarm. Oblivion Buster: 2/2. [A] Hand of Judgement. BODY: [IIIIII]. MIND: [IIIIII]. SOUL: [IIIIII]. [A] Thistle of Zillywich. +60,000 Power. Durability: 1. [A] Swissarmyknifemodder. Attack Power: 30,000. [AG-ParadoxDragon] Grand Alchemiter. [AG-Astrec] Clockwork Armillary. 25/25 Hp. 3 AC. 5 Regen. Blast: 2/2. Dispel: 3/3. Flying! [PG] The Second Praetorian. 80/80 Charge. 32 Ac. Opponent: []. [A] The Axe. Absolute control over Fire. Can Burn targets. Holding Gloria Phi-Nerà Elsewhere. [IA][ELITE] Iron Gear. 347,000/800,000 Hp. 10,000 AC. Immune to Magic! Antimagic Field. [IA] Iron Golem 2. 180,000/180,000 Hp. Glibglobink Shell: 3/3. Immune to Magic! [IA][ELITE] Cloud Giant General Nebelkind Momur. 30/30 Hp. Invisibility: 50% Dodge. Flying! [PG][BOSS] Lucrehulk Carrier. 720,000/1,150,000 Hp. 20,000 Armour. 150,000 SHP [PG] Attack Ships. 40,000/100,000 Hp. [PG] Attack Ships. 20,000/100,000 Hp. [PG] Attack Ships. 100,000/100,000 Hp. x4 [IA][BOSS] Talos of Nerà. 160/160 Hp. 6 Armour. 20 Regen. [IA] Epic Wizard I. 25/25 Hp. Invincibility: 5 AC. Feeblemind'd! [IA] Epic Wizard II. 20/25 Hp. Invincibility: 5 AC. [IA] Epic Wizard III. 25/25 Hp. Invincibility: 5 AC. [IA] Fire Elemental. 15,000. x5.
[???] DefJO??? ??/?? Hp. Wings: ??/?? Hp. x6! [AG-JOE] CGOC Proxy. 2/2 Hp. [AG] Nedben. 7/25 Charge. [AG] Lusiix. 25/25 Charge. [AG] Sky High. 7/25 Charge. [AG] Jaggerain. 25/25 Charge. [AG] Nerà. 5/25 Charge. [A] Ebony Staff: Active! [A] Rosary of the Infinite Eye.
okay, so some Human-style Metallic Dragon meat, some Elvish fruit arrangements (including a healthy serving of starfruit for P3), some Gith meals (for the flare), some Blackbark soup minus the soup for P2, Fancy breads and cheeses with heavy dosages of extraplaner spices, and solid gold statues of mythical figures that have been transmuted to be edible
fey animals hunted and served, large amounts of conjured Giant-style meals, some old wines (magically aged to perfection) and dwarves ales (loot)
and a small tree of perfectly fresh berries ripe for the picking, with bark that is stripped and eaten, with pretty minty leaves.
So food is set, and we await the Firyatur Mason.
Chronias exits its panic mode, setting itself back down, closing it's lens, defenses lowering somewhat. Nerà barely acknowledges this happens and makes no move of surprised when a portal appears by the Negotiation Table. A beam of light shoots through, and the PG clockwork armillary is Banished back to Mechanus.
"So sorry, friend. My wonderful ally has a thing about clockworks. Won't come if they're about, see?"
A bejeweled, golden-skinned humanoid with emerald robes and inky black eyes steps through the portal. Auma Prime, Enchanter Supreme, Arch-Wizard of the Council of Eight that leads the Firnì System Imperial Arcanocracy, close ally of Nerà, has appeared.
"Well well well, what have we here? You." He points at Nikolai. "Didn't I blow your head up?" He turns to Nerà. "I did blow his head up, right?- Oh, bother, you've let an Azer through you old fool. Am I going to have to banish that too?"
He's smiling like an idiot, well aware of exactly how everyone at the table feels about his "jokes". He is, in fact, intimately aware of their feelings.
"Ohhh, I see. You're the real Iron Prince. And you're that Fire Elemental from the Voidic Planes. You'll have to tell me more about that, friend, after we're done here."
While Auma Prime fucks off to bother some other folks, another figure steps through the portal to Chronias before it closes. This one wears simple white and blue robes. Of very good make, but not extravagant in design. Denak, the Abjurer Supreme, whose mortal form is enveloped constantly in an impenetrable weave of his own creation, moves to stand a fair bit behind the table, eyes on every potential threat at once. The glowing Mana emanating from his Avatar of Abjuration provides a somewhat distracting illumination, although it is rather pretty.
"No Thalà or Xzar?"
Denak shakes his head no in response.
"Not surprising. Running utopia is a busy business," Nerà says, staring at the Praetorian's as he does, as if to indicate some not-so-subtle slight.
Well, I say Nerà. You and I know that this is Not Nerà. Neranyë Auvrea'Raheal dreams in a suppressed state while Not Nerà flexes their growing state of existence of Mind in the Kurutur's Body.
Fusion Ha! 4 out of the 5 lesser Fire Elementals fuse into a normal Fire Elemental. Now that there are 9 of them, the Fire Elementals fuse into 3 greater Fire Elementals. The remaining lesser Fire Elemental dances around P2, putting on a fun show for the audience.
All Fire Elementals attack the Iron Gear.
Talos 7 activates its flame canon and fires it at the Iron Gear.
General Momur heals Wizard II while making smalltalk with others at the table.
All three Wizards fireball the Iron Gear.
Iron Gear turns off its antimagic field. On Auma's orders, it reaches down to the Auma Golem and takes its necklace. It sticks it to its forehead. It becomes... my god, it becomes... Auma Gear
The two Iron Golems just kinda stand there I guess, glaring angrily at the newly summoned ships.
Also fuck, I give the Rosary of the Infinite Eye to Auma Gear.
Adam Mason opens communications to Karpinsky's ship. "Hello, Josiah. Welcome back to the Anti-Godmodders. Joining Nerà?" He holds up one of the five sticks Delaundo offered to him. "Come aboard. I have a shortcut."
I carefully eye the group of Battlecruisers. My ship is small and fairly optimized for speed; I might be able to just run past them if push comes to shove. But we're not at that point yet, and I don't see any reason to antagonize Adam so soon after returning.
I respond to Adam's communication:
"Thank you for your generous offer of transportation. I'm honored to accept. And please, call me Karpinsky. Everyone else does."
With that, I pilot my ship into the hangar of whichever battlecruiser Adam Mason is currently in, and move to join him in person.
While my ship is docking, I take a moment to reestablish communication with my drones and the Void VIII+I. I have them look around, and through their camera feeds notice the dormant body of MEKHANE. Might as well spend some effort on that. With a little FOCUS (all remaining actions), I direct the drones to help repair MEKHANE, with specific focus on delicate work in hard-to-reach places that a small drone might more easily reach.
[1x] I use whatever method the Facility's been using to send drones to places to send some newly-conjured brick drones which look exactly like bricks of whatever place the meeting is happening in, and slot themselves into the walls. These are for one reason, and one reason only: taking really really good photos of Mason.
in order to avoid his photo-avoidance, each drone takes the photos using the same biology as normal human vision, and stores them likewise.
[1x] Using the Alchemy Preview, I scan the entire DNA contents of the Dextro-Deoxyribonucleaic Acid, then slot it into a tippler oracle- which puts hypercomputers in a pocket dimension so it can use relativity to accelerate computation exponentially- to simulate what would happen if I cloned from each of the strands, and so discover their identities without the risk that they explode on me.
[1x] I channel this action through the CGOC proxy to alchemize and retrieve the Robe Of Infinite Things.
[0x] "Oh, by the way, Arbiter. no clue why the alchemiter keeps popping out stuff related to your history, I'd stop it if I knew how. did you, I don't know, make the game or something? because I can't think of any other reason it would 'care' so much about you."
[CGOC proxy] preview Power Stone || Soul Stone !
[CGOC 1+2] Now, I think I'll start making a supplementary artefact... I access the Fivefold Forge and attempt the following combination: {Bun-sized necklace},{Bun},{Emergency Healer},{Swissarmyknifemodder}, {a nuke which is rooted to one spot} - hopefully creating a Bun-sized necklace which can heal the wearer bun whenever said bun is injured before it dies, is about as powerful as the Swissarmyknifemodder, and has no versatility whatsoever. Technically the Forge runs on bonus actions but I use these full actions to charge it up some more.
[CGOC 3] Hm... I conjure a nice carrot-filled pasture for the Emperorbun and its other buns to spend their time in.
[Emperor Bun] attract the services of a Baron Bun to join your cohort!
[Void VIII+I and Repair Drones] Do as Karpinsky suggested.
[Facility] Unknown as the facility appears to not be complete at this time.
After a long conversation with Piono that got interrupted by both Joe and Karpinsky at least once or twice, Smirk splits his drone that he had watching Piono into several copies, one for each of the elemental weapons not in Piono's possession, and sets them to track said weapons, and give him their exact locations as soon as there is a spike in another element's energy near them, with extra priority for Earth and Water energies. He then proceeds to leave Piono be, informing Alethea that he is prepared to attack as soon as Piono attacks another Elemental Lord, and if she wishes to give him aid at that time, he'll send her the coordinates.
okay, so some Human-style Metallic Dragon meat, some Elvish fruit arrangements (including a healthy serving of starfruit for P3), some Gith meals (for the flare), some Blackbark soup minus the soup for P2, Fancy breads and cheeses with heavy dosages of extraplaner spices, and solid gold statues of mythical figures that have been transmuted to be edible
fey animals hunted and served, large amounts of conjured Giant-style meals, some old wines (magically aged to perfection) and dwarves ales (loot)
and a small tree of perfectly fresh berries ripe for the picking, with bark that is stripped and eaten, with pretty minty leaves.
So food is set, and we await the Firyatur Mason.
Chronias exits its panic mode, setting itself back down, closing it's lens, defenses lowering somewhat. Nerà barely acknowledges this happens and makes no move of surprised when a portal appears by the Negotiation Table. A beam of light shoots through, and the PG clockwork armillary is Banished back to Mechanus.
"So sorry, friend. My wonderful ally has a thing about clockworks. Won't come if they're about, see?"
A bejeweled, golden-skinned humanoid with emerald robes and inky black eyes steps through the portal. Auma Prime, Enchanter Supreme, Arch-Wizard of the Council of Eight that leads the Firnì System Imperial Arcanocracy, close ally of Nerà, has appeared.
"Well well well, what have we here? You." He points at Nikolai. "Didn't I blow your head up?" He turns to Nerà. "I did blow his head up, right?- Oh, bother, you've let an Azer through you old fool. Am I going to have to banish that too?"
He's smiling like an idiot, well aware of exactly how everyone at the table feels about his "jokes". He is, in fact, intimately aware of their feelings.
"Ohhh, I see. You're the real Iron Prince. And you're that Fire Elemental from the Voidic Planes. You'll have to tell me more about that, friend, after we're done here."
While Auma Prime fucks off to bother some other folks, another figure steps through the portal to Chronias before it closes. This one wears simple white and blue robes. Of very good make, but not extravagant in design. Denak, the Abjurer Supreme, whose mortal form is enveloped constantly in an impenetrable weave of his own creation, moves to stand a fair bit behind the table, eyes on every potential threat at once. The glowing Mana emanating from his Avatar of Abjuration provides a somewhat distracting illumination, although it is rather pretty.
"No Thalà or Xzar?"
Denak shakes his head no in response.
"Not surprising. Running utopia is a busy business," Nerà says, staring at the Praetorian's as he does, as if to indicate some not-so-subtle slight.
Well, I say Nerà. You and I know that this is Not Nerà. Neranyë Auvrea'Raheal dreams in a suppressed state while Not Nerà flexes their growing state of existence of Mind in the Kurutur's Body.
Fusion Ha! 4 out of the 5 lesser Fire Elementals fuse into a normal Fire Elemental. Now that there are 9 of them, the Fire Elementals fuse into 3 greater Fire Elementals. The remaining lesser Fire Elemental dances around P2, putting on a fun show for the audience.
All Fire Elementals attack the Iron Gear.
Talos 7 activates its flame canon and fires it at the Iron Gear.
General Momur heals Wizard II while making smalltalk with others at the table.
All three Wizards fireball the Iron Gear.
Iron Gear turns off its antimagic field. On Auma's orders, it reaches down to the Auma Golem and takes its necklace. It sticks it to its forehead. It becomes... my god, it becomes... Auma Gear
The two Iron Golems just kinda stand there I guess, glaring angrily at the newly summoned ships.
Also fuck, I give the Rosary of the Infinite Eye to Auma Gear.
...
Chronias lowers it's defenses, and the Clockwork Armillary is banished. As Auma Prime and Denak arrive at the table, The Third Praetor covers his face for a brief moment. Your entities are ordered. Rosary of the Infinite Eye transferred to Auma Gear.
((Also, wizardstats have been boosted to make things more interesting))
I carefully eye the group of Battlecruisers. My ship is small and fairly optimized for speed; I might be able to just run past them if push comes to shove. But we're not at that point yet, and I don't see any reason to antagonize Adam so soon after returning.
I respond to Adam's communication:
"Thank you for your generous offer of transportation. I'm honored to accept. And please, call me Karpinsky. Everyone else does."
With that, I pilot my ship into the hangar of whichever battlecruiser Adam Mason is currently in, and move to join him in person.
While my ship is docking, I take a moment to reestablish communication with my drones and the Void VIII+I. I have them look around, and through their camera feeds notice the dormant body of MEKHANE. Might as well spend some effort on that. With a little FOCUS (all remaining actions), I direct the drones to help repair MEKHANE, with specific focus on delicate work in hard-to-reach places that a small drone might more easily reach.
You dock board one of the battlecruisers, where a human officer ushers you through a maze of corridors to a teleportation booth, which brings you to an internal bridge.
"It's a pleasure to meet you in person. This subterfuge was necessary to hide which ship I am aboard. It was genius on Xavier's part, wouldn't you agree?"
Under your direction, the Repair Drones +5 Progress to Mekhane!
[1x] I use whatever method the Facility's been using to send drones to places to send some newly-conjured brick drones which look exactly like bricks of whatever place the meeting is happening in, and slot themselves into the walls. These are for one reason, and one reason only: taking really really good photos of Mason.
in order to avoid his photo-avoidance, each drone takes the photos using the same biology as normal human vision, and stores them likewise.
[1x] Using the Alchemy Preview, I scan the entire DNA contents of the Dextro-Deoxyribonucleaic Acid, then slot it into a tippler oracle- which puts hypercomputers in a pocket dimension so it can use relativity to accelerate computation exponentially- to simulate what would happen if I cloned from each of the strands, and so discover their identities without the risk that they explode on me.
[1x] I channel this action through the CGOC proxy to alchemize and retrieve the Robe Of Infinite Things.
[0x] "Oh, by the way, Arbiter. no clue why the alchemiter keeps popping out stuff related to your history, I'd stop it if I knew how. did you, I don't know, make the game or something? because I can't think of any other reason it would 'care' so much about you."
[CGOC proxy] preview Power Stone || Soul Stone !
[CGOC 1+2] Now, I think I'll start making a supplementary artefact... I access the Fivefold Forge and attempt the following combination: {Bun-sized necklace},{Bun},{Emergency Healer},{Swissarmyknifemodder}, {a nuke which is rooted to one spot} - hopefully creating a Bun-sized necklace which can heal the wearer bun whenever said bun is injured before it dies, is about as powerful as the Swissarmyknifemodder, and has no versatility whatsoever. Technically the Forge runs on bonus actions but I use these full actions to charge it up some more.
[CGOC 3] Hm... I conjure a nice carrot-filled pasture for the Emperorbun and its other buns to spend their time in.
[Emperor Bun] attract the services of a Baron Bun to join your cohort!
[Void VIII+I and Repair Drones] Do as Karpinsky suggested.
[Facility] Unknown as the facility appears to not be complete at this time.
Through their proxy, CGOC waves hello to DefJO. "01001110 01001111 01010100 00100000 01011001 01001111 01010101 00100000 00111100 01010011 01001111 01010010 01010010 01011001 00111110", they respond back.
They then bake a cake for the researchers. Work Points production temporarily boosted.
Within the Facility, the Void VIII+I creates another Repair Drone, but the results of their work on Mekhane are unfortunately negligible. The Facility also creates an Ezekiel to act as a head of Bioengineering. He will properly splice together the DNA of your new-and-improved Biosuit!
You send *many* Human-Eyed Brick Drones to spy on Adam once he arrives. Following that, you slot your inverted DNA samples into a Tipler Oracle to simulate them:
Original
Result
Heavily Corrupted
Dextro-DNA too damaged to form complete body.
First Praetor
Dextro-DNA variant. No Godmodding Energy Detected.
Hand of Judgement
Blackened Left Hand, nothing else.
Left Hand of The Shadow
Not DNA, inverted sample remains inert.
Rob, The Starmaker
Tank unsimulatable.
Dancing Soldiers
Dextro-Individuals
Alethea
Dextro-copy of the Godmodder. No Godmodding Energy detected.
Fifth Praetor
Inverted into Reality Energy, no body formed.
Astrec
Dextro-Astrec. No particular special abilities.
Certsa
Inverted DNA degrades into Creation Energy.
BOBeoj
Inverted DNA degrades into Creation Energy.
Project Adobe
Result bursts out of tank, too large
...Looks like the simulations weren't entirely enlightening. Moving on, you channel power through CGOC's proxy to Alchemize the Robe of Infinite Things.
CGOC's Proxy does a preview:
Power Stone || Soul Stone == Parliament Stone [A] Parliament Stone.
A cyanish stone with unknown properties. Unlikely to be as strong as its components.
CGOC also builds a Carrot Patch, as well as begins the construction of something from the Fivefold Forge. What could it be?
Lil' Carrot. ??/?? Hp. ?? Dodge.
The truly fantastic and bomb-astic artificial rapper-slash-jeweller-slash-renaissance-bun, specializing in the creation of miniature chains for his 'brothas.
After a long conversation with Piono that got interrupted by both Joe and Karpinsky at least once or twice, Smirk splits his drone that he had watching Piono into several copies, one for each of the elemental weapons not in Piono's possession, and sets them to track said weapons, and give him their exact locations as soon as there is a spike in another element's energy near them, with extra priority for Earth and Water energies. He then proceeds to leave Piono be, informing Alethea that he is prepared to attack as soon as Piono attacks another Elemental Lord, and if she wishes to give him aid at that time, he'll send her the coordinates.
You send drones towards each of the Elemental Lords. Most of them are promptly shot down by their respective protection-details, but all of them will continue to potential energy spikes.
Oh, right. Except for the one sent for the Fifth Praetorian. They just straight-up ate it, and now it's gone. The Fourth and Fifth Praetor join Alethea at the Neutral Ground. I don't think there's much to say right now.
JOE sends 10 Brick Human-Eye Drones to Celestia. They move into position around the Outdoor Dining Table, neatly blending in with the rubble around them.
As Adam's ships move into position outside of Firnimloth, the Praetors give another set of orders to their remaining units, deploying further ships into the air.
I think they're sc- "..." "..."
...
The Iron Gear lowers its Antimagic Field in exchange for the ability to cast spells itself as it becomes Auma Gear. Since they're sitting at the Table, Momur is no longer flying. He restores 5 Hp to Wizard II. Which is full. Working with the Wizards, the Seventh Talos blasts Auma Gear with an almighty jet of fire, restoring an incredible 340,000 Hp. The Fire Elementals merge together to form 3 Greater Elementals who shed some Hp to fully heal Auma Gear, and one Lesser Elemental, specifically ordered to play a juggling show around the Second Praetor.
At long last, Adam Mason brings himself to Celestia. Sword in his lap, he floats over to The Table. To say the least, dinner is... quiet. Subdued, maybe? The general point is, everyone remains cooperative with each other.
After everyone has eaten their fill, plates are replaced with pens and paper. Adam is the first to break the ice.
Adam: Mm. Thank you for the meal. Now, let's get to business, shall we? [Nerà]: Of course, Firyatur Mason. Do you have a particular point of interest with which we might begin? Adam: I do.
Adam: First things first, do you speak on behalf of the Anti-Godmodders? [Nerà]: Much as I wish I did, I can speak only for myself and my empire. The Anti-Godmodder faction of descended is... not so united as to have a single representative yet.
[Nerà] However, I trust that if any of them have any objections to my speaking here they will make them known. Adam: I see. That is a shame.
Adam: Second question: It is my understanding that you have given him the title of Phi-Nerà. [Nerà]: Why yes. I have decided to claim him as my... apprentice, of sorts.
[Nerà]: With all that that entails, coming from the Kurutur of the Firnimloth Imperial Arcanocracy himself. Adam: Mmm.
Adam: Third Subject: I offer my full assistance in your nation's recovery. The question is, what should Earth offer yoyr empire? How much of my aid are you willing to accept? Which areas have been most impacted? [Nerà]: Hmm...
[Nerà]: Primarily, the empire on the material plane suffered mainly as a result of two factors. First was that a large portion of the empire's standing army was eradicated in an embarassing incident a few years ago, our time, which left us severely undermanned in the, ahem, living portions of our military. Added to the loss of life during this invasion and I worry about our ability to both defend ourselves and- more importantly- maintain the arcane-fueled institutions that many of the now-deceased helped run. While ideally, a mountain or so worth of diamonds would help in restoring some of our number before they pass the final transitive plane into oblivion, I feel that a small force for protection while we rebuild would be far more effective than a few hundred abjurers back from the dead.
[Nerà]: The reason for which is, of course, the second point of weakness. Since entering the Void my eyes have been opened to the potential of technologies far beyond what the maddest gnome artificer could dream of here. While I like to imagine that our magical might makes us a force to be reckoned with in the greater void I cannot deny the simple fact that the defensive benefits of so many Voidic developments would set our military forwards by millenia. And so my second request is that, when it comes time to negotiate with Menelion Nikolai you help me in... acquiring portions of his technology that would be most useful to us. As reperations for the damages and lives he has cost us, of course. I think that with a few years under your protective eye and integrating Voidic technology with our own magic I will be able to build for our political faction a force that will be respected by all who stand beside us and dreaded by all who stand against us. Adam: Ah, you know exactly what it is that you want, very wise.
Adam: Rest assured, you will become a great power in no time at all. [Nerà]: Aw, am I not worth the flattery of being called a great power already? Not Nerà laughs. Adam: You certainly have the leadership, but lack the resources.
Adam: You can always find like-minded people in the strangest of places. [Nerà]: Wonderful. I look forwards to a strong alliance with you, Firyatur Adà Mason.
Adam: As do I.
[Nerà]: Oh, and about Pradis' little conflict with you those dops ago. If it isn't water under the bridge then please, let us know how we can make reparations of our own. Adam: ...Mm.
Satisfied with the conversation, Nerà begins to address the Third Praetorian.
[Nerà]: So, Nikò. I believe that it is our turn to discuss the terms of your, ah, retreat from my planar system. P3: ...Yes, I believe it is. [Nerà]: How's the dragon, by the way? I don't know whether our humans' tastes are applicable to your sort's, but ours do love the food very much. P3: More tender than I expected, excellent seasoning.
P3: ...Make an effort to preserve your culture's cuisine.
P3: Whatever you do, don't fall into the trap of replacing all your condiments with Ranch Dressing. [Nerà]: We wouldn't dream of it. Adam: You don't like ranch?
Adam: Tasteless. Nerà shoots a quick, subtle glance to Nikolai while Adam says that. [Nerà]: But yes, negotiations. Wonderful dinner talk, I find.
[Nerà]: Let's begin with... an apology, Nikò. I think that is the least you could begin with, don't you? P3: Pulse, yes. My entire endeavour here's been an absolute mess.
P3: No matter what happens here, I... I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life. Decisions were made, disasters happened, people... people died.
P3: I willingly misled many people. You took me in when I was injured, and in return I brought an invasion to your doorstep. That was a massive breach of trust, and sets a horrible precedent for future policy with foreigners that I wish I could undo.
P3: The Void would be a better place if people were honest and trusting of each other. I was a hypocrite for doing this.
P3: This... this is on me. [Nerà]: ... Nerà: That was far more noble than I expected, somehow.
Nerà: Thank you. The Third Praetor takes a deep breath. In, and out. Nerà: Now... as for.. [Nerà]: Sorry. And now, for the actual negotiations.
[Nerà]: While I cannot ask you to undo the damage you have done, I can ensure that such damages do not occur again. People died, as I said to Firyatur Mason, because our military was not strong enough to stand up to a single actor with Voidic-scale technology. As reparations, I will be requesting that you allow us to analyze and begin producing your defensive technologies to help bolster our ability to defend ourselves in another incident like this one. Additionally, if we cannot produce the technology ourselves somehow we will be making requests for samples produced by your faction for our use.
[Nerà]: These demands are, I think, fair. The Firyatur agrees as well, and I hope you will be understanding of the benefit these specific requests will provide for my people. P3: ...That sounds good. Adam: You'd do better without him. [Nerà]: Is that so, Firyatur Mason? Adam: Compared to the Elems, this man is an unoptimized, inefficient wreck. Adam: From just a glance, none of his creations are manufactured through Eidokinesis. Why he doesn't is beyond me, because he would've won if he did.
Adam: So instead of making a fleet, he chooses to steal existing ships instead. Those carriers, and that Lucrehulk are worth more as scrap metal. Adam: Even then, his designs are terrible. Adam pulls an Attack Ship over the table.
Adam: You call this a Fighter? Far too much armour, a single rotatable gun, you could've made three smaller drones from this. What were you thinking?
Adam: You are nothing but a hack.
Adam: I wanted to be the first to tear off that mask and say this to your face, but you know what? This was even better. The Third Praetor scribbles down notes. P3: ...Are you done? [Nerà]: I believe that, while not as efficient as eidomantic-based designs, there is potential for designs that function without any assistance from supernatural elements. Especially since I intend on melding the better aspects of his inventions with improvements of my own.
[Nerà]: I'm certain that, even if his large ships sail like bricks, his personal armaments function well enough?
[Nerà]: Oh, and speaking of the Lucrehulk, I would in fact appreciate its destruction as soon as possible.
P3: Disassembled, or destroyed?
[Nerà]: The latter. If you don't have a self-destruct sequence already set up I'm sure we could arrange something. P3: Let's see... He closes his eyes. P3: Ah yes, it has a linked reactor core, but the resulting explosion would be far from ideal here from all places, considering it's been grounded...
P3: Maybe if it's high enough? No, hrm...
P3: Wait, are you okay with it exploding, first of all? [Nerà]: Oh yes. And in fact, I know just the place for it.
P3: The fuel these things use can burn in a vacuum of all places. P3: Useful, but how this works is beyond me.
[Nerà]: Oh that will hardly be necessary for this, but that is good to know for the future.
[Nerà]: Feel free to evacuate it and then fly it through the gate that will be opening up shortly. There will be a bit of spatio-temporal distortion but I hope you can push through before setting it off.
[Nerà]: Actually, Lord Mason, I would greatly appreciate your support in stabilizing the timeline of the other side of the gate while Nikolai sends his rustbucket through. Adam: I will. The gate opens in the sky. Just as stated, the area on the other side is... bizarre. Stabilizing time would likely help though. P3: ...Where does this lead? [Nerà]: Somewhere where it can make up for all the distress it has caused me. P3: I see. Rising from his seat, the Third Praetor sheds blood-red light as he floats over to above the Lucrehulk. With Project Swarzchild in one hand, countless red threads tangle themselves about the Lucrehulk's core and wings. As he measures a trajectory, the threads pull themselves taut. With an incredibly quick yank, he sends the ship flying past him through the air and directly into the Portal. Nocking Project Swarzchild, he takes aim to send an arrow through the still-flying Lucrehulk. P3: Shut the portal. Now. The portal quickly closes. P3: I know, I know. Anticlimactic. It's not worth it, it'd blow out your eardrums. [Nerà]: I could regrow them, but I appreciate the thoughtfulness. Nerà smiles, and their eyes lose their normal coldness. Instead, they almost literally blaze with triumph. P3: Does sound travel across the Transitive Planes? Your instruments might pick up a strange wave in a few days or weeks. [Nerà]: You know, that's a very good question. Based on where we've sent it... Hm, no I don't think it will. P3: Now then, the Exchange? For the safe return of Gloria, you will hand over Boccob. In addition, I will disable and remove the Throne of Gods from Celestia. [Nerà]: Now now, Praetor, that was not something you had mentioned before.
[Nerà]: I cannot allow the Seat to be touched, for it's fragile balance is the only thing holding the destructive forces that encompass this planar system together from tearing it to pieces! P3: I said defused, didn't I?
P3: I've already seen it removed from several other Pantheon-controlled worlds. It can be done.
P3: It's a twisted device to ensure worship, to project the idea that Gods maintain reality. Force them to praise, activate the mechanism a bit if it isn't enough. If they get overthrown, it destroys the world because they aren't around to disable it.
P3: Really, you've done an incredible job keeping it from activating. [Nerà]: ... Nerà: ...What? P3: I've been after The Pantheon for a while now. Every time I've approached one of their worlds, they've removed their corresponding Thrones, and left their mechanisms unattended to cover their tracks and leaving their worshippers behind. P3: I've had practice. Your overthrow was successful. I can deactivate the device and send a strike force directly into The Pantheon through their transportation network.
P3: This is the only chance we have. I don't know where in The Void the Pantheon is located otherwise. JOE: y'know, it makes sense. Why would you need gods in particular to 'maintain a balance'? just set up a computer and have it bump any side up or down when it gets out of sync.
JOE: I wonder how they dare call themselves gods when their position is so insecure they need a deadmans switch to keep it from being toppled. Nerà: ...What?
Nerà: That... That doesn't... That isn't... Nerà thinks about what P3 is saying for a moment... Nerà: ...Okay.
Nerà: I believe you. It's... to think that the gods would do something like this is too believable, and in any other circumstance this lie would be too insane to work.
Nerà: I will allow you to deactivate the Seat's safety protocol under our supervision, and will even provide what aid I can in breaking into the Pantheon, if you will allow me.
Nerà: I request only that, if possible, you allow the throne to retain the rest of its capabilities as the ability to use it unrestricted is too precious to give up. P3: Right, I should definitely take a look at the modifications you've made to the central platform. What have you been using it for? Nerà: In essence I have fused the Thrones into a single platform where thralls have been taking the role the gods filled in keeping the two powers from collapsing. Other than that it should retain the normal function of the thrones. JOE: going back a bit- You don't know where the Pantheon could be otherwise? can't you just... find a god and follow them? P3: I tried, they have a teleportation network setup, one I have no idea where it leads. JOE: ohhh, that Would stop the past-trail method. I didn't think of that.
JOE: I suppose they're probably shielded from luck manipulation too... yeah, sounds like you're probably pretty justified in this; pseudo-objection retracted. P3: Alright, let's see...
P3: Usually, I'd need to forge credentials, but we should have enough keys to skip that process...
As the Third Praetor makes the calculations necessary for whatever it is he's doing next, Nerà has a word with Adam.
"Lord Mason. I hope that as newly-allied state heads you will respect myself as I respect your authority. I did not call Pradis mine lightly, and while I appreciate the position you are in I cannot let you take him from my care."
Adam nods. "I understand," he says, a smile creeping across his face. "But why don't we put this up to the rest of his... 'allies' first? I will make my decision then." That said, he turns towards you. The Anti-Godmodders.
"I will make my stance clear right here, right now: Worms have made their way into your ranks. They are as cancers amongst you. They hide behind your efforts, all the taking advantage of present circumstances to grow in power behind your backs. Their actions have already associated your names with fear and destruction. If you do nothing, they will bring nothing but pain, suffering and chaos." With a wave of his hand, information of his throne is projected before everyone at the Table.
[A] Regnum Dei. 413/413 Hp. Shielding: ++++++++++ 100%.
"I am a generous and merciful king. I have been equitable with Nerà. My ships are in position. These words are spoken not as myself, but on behalf of Nihil Magna, so pleaselisten. Hand over Astrec Pradis and the Ace of Spades. I promise you, their justice will be swift. You will be all the better, all the stronger without them. I will only ask once."
...This is it. Make your choice. I'll reserve judgement until after this is over. What will you do?
[GM] The Godmodder. 48/80 Hp. [PG] The Fourth Praetorian. 90/90 Hp. [PG] The Fifth Praetorian. 150/150 Hp. [A] The Rod. Absolute Control over Oblivion.
Moog Station: Streets.
[???] Piono. 30/30 Hp. [A] The Hammer. [A] The Trident. [A] Ultimatum. [A] Archangel. [???] Crowd. 1/1 Hp. x100.
[AG] Smirk. 25/25 Charge. Has created a Metal Staff. [A] Nanosuit. Defense Mode: +5 AC. Durability: 2. Worn! Advantage: [Contested]
Mount Celestia.
Forge: [Base: Bun-Sized Necklace][Lens: Bun][Connector: Emergency Healer][Variety: Swissarmyknifemodder][Magnitude: Stationary Nuke] Actions Required: 10.
AG Morale: 69%
Blocks: Time, Temperature!
Elevation 7: [A] Orb of Delphi. Passively Scans on Attack.
[IA][BOSS] Chronias, Throne of The Gods. 133/133 Hp. 13 Armour. 26 Regen. [IA] Abjurer Supreme: Denak. ??/?? Hp. Magically Invulnerable. 50% Spell resistance. Arcane Ward: 20/20 Hp. Regenerates 1d6+2 HP when Denak casts an Abjuration spell. [IA] Enchanter Supreme: Auma Prime. 25/25 HP. Twinned Charms! Auma's Axiom: 1/2?. Instinctive Enchantment: 30% Dodge. [A] Hydra Medallion. x3. [PG] The Third Praetorian. 31/70 Charge. 5 Ac. 50% Dodge. Vulnerable! [A] The Power Stone. [PG] Attack Ships. 50,000/100,000 Hp. x14. Flying! [BOC] Dretch. 1/1 Hp. [PG] Clockwork Armillary. 25/25 Hp. 3 AC. 5 Regen. Blast: 2/2. Dispel: 3/3. [IA] Greater Fire Elemental. 120,000/120,000 Hp. x3. [PG][ELITE] Carrier. 240,000/300,000 Hp. 15,000 Armour. Flying! [PG] Fighter Wing. 375,000 Hp. Horde! [IA] Iron Golem. 180,000/180,000 Hp. Glibglobink Shell: 3/3. Immune to Magic. x2. [???] Harkener, The Newcomer. 15/40 Charge. Petrify: 6/6. [AG] Astrec. 363 Charge. Vulnerable! [A] The Godarm. Oblivion Buster: 2/2. [A] Hand of Judgement. BODY: [IIIIII]. MIND: [IIIIII]. SOUL: [IIIIII]. [A] Thistle of Zillywich. +60,000 Power. Durability: 1. [A] Swissarmyknifemodder. Attack Power: 30,000. [AG-ParadoxDragon] Grand Alchemiter. [AG-Astrec] Clockwork Armillary. 25/25 Hp. 3 AC. 5 Regen. Blast: 2/2. Dispel: 3/3. Flying! [PG] The Second Praetorian. 80/80 Charge. 32 Ac. Opponent: []. [A] The Axe. Absolute control over Fire. Can Burn targets. Holding Gloria Phi-Nerà Elsewhere. [IA][ELITE] Auma Gear. 800,000/800,000 Hp. 10,000 AC. Immune to Magic! [A] Necklace of Auma. Supplies Spells. Worn! [A] Rosary of the Infinite Eye. [IA][ELITE] Cloud Giant General Nebelkind Momur. 30/30 Hp. Flying! [PG][BOSS] Lucrehulk Carrier. 720,000/1,150,000 Hp. 20,000 Armour. 150,000 SHP [PG] Attack Ships. 40,000/100,000 Hp. [PG] Attack Ships. 20,000/100,000 Hp. [PG] Attack Ships. 100,000/100,000 Hp. x8 [IA][BOSS] Talos of Nerà. 160/160 Hp. 6 Armour. 20 Regen. [IA] Epic Wizard I. 25/25 Hp. Invincibility: 5 AC. [IA] Epic Wizard II. 25/25 Hp. Invincibility: 5 AC. [IA] Epic Wizard III. 25/25 Hp. Invincibility: 5 AC. [IA] Lesser Fire Elemental. 15,000. [AG-JOE] CGOC Proxy. 2/2 Hp. [AG-JOE] Drone. 60,000/60,000 Hp. x10 [MSN] Adam Mason. 90/90 Hp. [A] Regnum Dei. 413/413 Hp. Shielding: ++++++++++ 100%. [A] Hand of Judgement. BODY: [IIIIII]. SOUL: [IIIIII]. MIND: [IIIIII]. [A] ???.
[???] DefJO??? ??/?? Hp. Wings: ??/?? Hp. x6! [AG] Nedben. 7/25 Charge. [AG] Lusiix. 25/25 Charge. [AG] Sky High. 7/25 Charge. [AG] Jaggerain. 25/25 Charge. [AG] Nerà. 5/25 Charge. [A] Ebony Staff: Active! [AG] Karpinsky. 5/25 Charge. Firnimloth Window
Adam Approaching in: Now.
"Vote how you will with regards to Pradis, as I am curious to see where we all stand. Know, all, that Astrec Phi-Nerà is my apprentice and will not be given up."
To Harkener, "If you have something to offer perhaps I can offer you safety in turn. If not then I apologize but it is not worth my alliance to protect you. I hope you will be alright in the end."
"Auma, watch the third Praetorian while he disarms the divine failsafe. I trust you'll know the protocol if it is disarmed successfully."
[1x] In the meeting, the drones did many things. For instance, they were used as impromptu truth-detectors, light sources, and pebbletopia-projectors.
One of them also made use of Fourth-dimensional photons, 'Supralight', in order to observe Mason's DNA and that of his hand, in addition to various Structure-based Affidavits to allow for more effective observation of Mason and... other people. This leaves aside the Jacobs Ladder program set to near-death thresholding, since it's not important; the important part is MOAR DNA!
[1x] I add some of my DNA too, and tell the drones to try to get a sample from DefJO too.
[1x] Alchemize the Parliament Stone and transport it to me.
[0x] Ezekiel! let's get to it! [All 48 RP is spent on starting the Cloning Project and the cloning itself]
Zeyron order: Use Discount Disperadem with ye special on DefJO!
{more post stuff to come, probably?}
[6 charge expenditure] The Nedben lifts their visor and regurgitates some of their internal nanotechnology (with an extraneous anticonservation continuously-active raw material generator for provisioning, and some extra bionano to get around type restriction trickery) into a combination barf bag and bird feeder, then warps it to the MEKHANE reconstruction project where it can follow the templates and assist with rebuilding. It's not like he's using it himself right now, so.
Smirk begins floating amongst the Void, trying to look for more recent fallen ships. He finds some, and begins to pull the still metal parts of it in towards himself, taking the various metals and making them into their liquid state, along with taking off his nanosuit, and putting it in with the metallic slurry. He then begins melding and merging them, pushing them together in such a way that they begin to form a single liquid piece of circuitry, and the metal begins to turn into a black colored mass, almost seeming to be composed of a singular mass of goo rather than a solid or a liquid, with bright green lines rushing through it. (25 CP and Nanosuit expended in making a Mechamorph, a creature whose potency is not personal, but rather than ability to fuse to any piece of technology, and enhance it in one way or another. Due to its amorphous nature, it can also function to repair a piece of technology if all or most of the pieces of it are present. It is, however, limited by its own size, and thus this one might be able to affect the size of roughly a single pilot fighter craft, (see any Interceptor type ship in Star Wars) and is also not able to enhance technology more advanced than itself, with it being somewhere around mid nanotech in its own tech level.)
Smirk also sends a hologram to the meeting to note that he believes Harkener should not be given up due to quick actions against the Dark God, and appearing to have no recollection of the crimes he is accused of, meaning he is likely from earlier in his personal timeline than the event, and thus punishing him for it is beyond pointless, and may in fact eventually be the eventual cause.
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