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"But now they're aware of our awareness. :| Though hast ruined all!" I throw myself over a chair, the perfect picture of overtly-dramatic despair.
"Anyway, I'm leaving a copy to fight Humunculus if needed. It's not moving fast enough to devote my full attention."
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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The rings on my irises track the change in space and I bring Halo up to deflect the attack again, letting the nothingness of the null-data blade dissipate most of the impact.
"Not entirely useless, I had more than one reason for altering the terrain as I did." I toss the sphere in my left hand down towards the tower and the landscape below us comes alive, reaching up to grasp Lady Von Inge.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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Lad Von Inge simply falls, hitting the ground like a falling star.
A shudder rocks the whole arena- extended earthquake like into the other arenas. "Whoa." I shout as the shudder sends tables flying. "VON INGE!!" The lady stood in vast crater. A light smile tickled her face. "Iz zhat it?" Then, everything started falling towards her. Gravity tilted. Loose objects and bricks toppled and slowed as they approached.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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"Wow!" Suzu cries out. "How much does that one weigh?" "Probably more than you," I reply drily. Suzu responds by sticking out her tongue and making a funny face.
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"She's the anthropomorphic personification of a super-massive black-hole." I explained. "Dense as hell. Why she talks like and dresses like a bloody vampire is a mystery to me."
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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Suzu stares in amusement, "No wonder she weighs so much. Wish I could do stuff like that with my weight."
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"Weight is rather irrelevant. It's mass. Importance. "
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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"As well as density. And no I do not need you to be that dense Suzu. You're already dense enough as it is."
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I raise my left hand dramatically as the ball of crackling electricity and ozone rockets towards me. With a solid "thwack" it collides with my palm and I clench down on it, stopping it in its tracks. The electricity dissipates along my arm, snapping and crackling as it does so.
"Oh....tickles..." I chuckle before raising my cannon arm towards The Narrator. "Now its my turn!" I dim light builds in the dark barrel of the cannon, slowly growing brighter and brighter. A low buzzing hum fills the arena and the smell of metal clings to the air. White hot plasma jumps from spine to spine as the light continues to build until it is a blinding cascade of pure energy. The humming ceases and a moment of absolute silence persists for a moment before the earth shattering roar of the cannon explodes forth, unleashing a massive pillar of destruction towards The Narrator. The ground grows red hot below the beam and the air is suddenly sucked from the area and replaced by blinding heat.
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The ground shudders and stops moving as Lady Von Inge plummets into it, but surges even faster after her as she begins pulling the world towards her. The PseudoCore I dropped into the land begins to act independently of me, feeding off the data of the land and transforming the matter of the expanded coliseum into Earthborn-Legionnaires. The legion throws itself at Lady Von Inge, having plenty of matter to replace each soldier that falls into her gravity since the Labyrinth Virus spread through the land.
I am pushed into the air as Lady Von Inge plummets through the tower and impacts the ground below. My wings quickly right me and I send thrust down with my wings as she increases her gravitational pull. Below me, a horde like mass of Legionnaires moves across the continents towards Lady Von Inge. I draw up another PseudoCore into my left hand from the Gate Guardian who is assisting me to be prepared for later. More immediately, I generate a dense mass of minerals above Lady Von Inge and let it drop towards her using her own gravitational pull.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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As the heat comes toward me I pull out my phone to read Marvs attack.
"Oh....blinding" I push out my hands and a globous shield forms around me restricting the heats affect on me. The force pushes me back. I shake my head... "Nice attack, now see this" Several balls of energy form around me. "I wouldn't let these touch you, They're paradox spheres. Pretty much distort the reality of whatever they touch..." The prismatic swirling spheres swoosh around Narrator before heading towards marv.
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If my face could be seen beneath the quartz mask covering it, a raised eyebrow would be seen. The cracking of crystal echoes out as the back of the quartz shell about my form split open and I casually stepped backwards out of the shell and cartwheeled backwards to a safe distance. The shell remained stationary and was soon warped by the collision of the paradox spheres.
"Fighting a little dirty ain't ya?"
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(Are you free to pick up where we left off, Marv?)
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Wulf...I ended that fight remember? I left the arena after my last attack. I'm fighting Narrator now.
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Okay. Just wanted to make sure I didn't misread that.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Ahhhh naw. They can work against me sometimes buffing my opponent ....
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"What's he talking about? Anthro-po-what?" ask's Maupin.
"Anthropomorphic Personification." say the voices of Sherman and Load in stereo. "You think I know what that means?" The boy and the "man" look at one another, seeming to have a whole conversation by hand gesture. Sherman sighs, and continues. "Anthropomorphic personifications are living beings who are the embodiments of places or concepts, like a city, or death." He says, slowly. "So, like the Vault and Gabrielle?" "Not exactly." He says slowly. "The Vault and Gabrielle are the thing themselves, whereas AP's are more the whole of the thing. Does that make any sense at all to you?" The old woman gets a hard look on her face, and thinks for a few moments. "None whatsoever." The little boy just sighs, before pointing to the screen. "That woman isn't a black hole. She just represents a black hole." "So, she's a metaphor?" "I.... yes, sure, lets go with that." A beat of silence passes in the theater, and is suddenly broken again by Maupin. "Well, she should be in a book then, hadn't she?" "She's not literally a metaphor." "So, she's only a metaphor metaphorically?" "Hey, you want to ponder something that doesn't actually make sense?" Load interjects, before the both of his companions went cross-eyed. He raises a bloated digit to the screen. "These fights are all taking place in different places. So, how's Harold catching them all at once? Sometimes even cutting between them?" Before Sherman and Maupin can wrap their thoughts around this discrepancy, another voice rings out in the mostly empty theater. "Sorry, that was me." Load just grins while the other two turn around to face the dark interior of he theater, and the figure sitting up in the top rows. He'd thought that man would be involved. Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, lightyears away on Mars, a man was fussing over a bug. The man was tall, raven haired, and dressed in a garish checkerboard coat/pants combo, interlocking squares of black and green covering his clothing. His shirt was white, his vest red, and from its pocket extended the gold chain signifying a pocket watch. He had a well groomed little mustache, and on his breast wore a golden pin stamped with the number 11 in big, prominent type. Next to the number seemed to be a rolling tumbler, such you would find on a combination lock. The tile showing on it, however, was empty. He was crouched in the stands, holding in his palm a small golden beetle creature with large watery eyes and coated with a light fuzz, not unlike the down of a chick. It was not unpleasant to the touch, remarkably soft, and it smelled faintly of sugarcane. It was trembling a bit. Around the pair, time stood still. The man smiled at the little bug. "Now Harold, that wasn't such a good idea, getting to close like that. That death burst, it would have been the end of the hug bugs if your friend 11 hadn't decided to tag along." "Psss, ps pspspsps pspsspsss." said Harold, soulful eyes seeming to grow three sizes. It hugged the mans thumb. "No need for any of that now, little buddy. You just leave it to your pal 11." He said, standing up. He turned to a man in a garish checkerboard coat/pants combo. "Hop to it, you stallion, we've got an audience. You know what to do." The other man, exactly the same as he first in every way but one, held up the camera he'd taken from Harold. It was impossible not to notice that the tumbler on this mans pin had been turned so that the name on the pin was 11A. He then seemed to step to the side into total nonexistence. Harold flew up onto the first elevens shoulder. "Psspss, psps ps ps ps?" It asked as he sauntered over toward main seating. "Well, I want to watch, of course. Can't know where the good filming angles are if I don't watch." He notes the worried look on the bugs face. "You can hide in my pocket, Harold, if you like." he says, opening up the jacket. Harold zips down into the inner pocket of 11's jacket, and curls up around a ball of lint. 11 himself sits down in the new arena, to watch the mazemaker and the gravity well's fight. He leans forward, and the the world starts moving again.
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?
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An army fell towards her and struck her dress- and continued to spiral into the endless abyss, becoming infinitesimal dots on the horizon.
And Von Inge? She grew. Becoming more of a vast behemoth with each passing blow. She smiles and a twitch of her gravitational field snatches the dense matter and pulls it around her, sling-shotting it back at Philote at a considerable fraction of the speed of light.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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The sudden ripples in space-time send people flying.
"Alright- enough." A shuffle among my library sends the arena Philote and Von Inge are in to one of the most empty regions of space. I sigh.. and suddenly hear a few thousand ringing noises. With a dreading expression, I reach out and pull a old fashioned looking phone from the air. Angry screaming in several dozen tongues comes out. "Alright, Alright. I understand-" A crescendo silences me. "Yes, Don't worry. I've handled it no-" "Ok, Ok. I can pay. My energy budget has allowances for accidents-" "Even ones where the sun is no- Wait. The sun is careening towards what?" I hang up, glance at my guests and announce.. "I'll be right back." Before vanishing suddenly, in to much of a rush to manage any theatrics.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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