New Beginning 22: Once Upon a New Beginning...

[Celadon's Penultimate]

As Zale's force rips through the fog, it seems to react to his effects with a hateful bellow. Swirling around in amorphous whisps, it soon coalesces into shapes more foreboding...shapes betraying a creature...something worse than the dementors it helped bring to Aeon. With a weighty, trembling thump unbefitting its composition, a pillar of a leg hit the ground, followed by three more.

The fog lurched back, craning a thick pulsating neck upward, and a face twisted into sight on the end of that neck. Bright eyes, one blue, one red, opened out of sync with one another, and it seemed to force its head to split for a makeshift mouth. At the opposite end, its rump sprouted a small stump, which quickly jutted out, lashed about as a hateful tail nearly twice the length of the creature itself. From that tail erupted a nasty mix of thorns and blades.

From its back, two row of ridges shot up with startling speed, each serrated for optimum mutilation. And within each pair of ridges, arcs of an unknown energy jumped from one to the other. For a finishing touch, each side of the creature opened up bizarre portholes. And out of those portholes erupted hundreds and hundreds of diminutive monsters, looking in many ways like little batteries with arms and legs...

As they emerge, the monster gives an ear-splitting cry, likened to what experienced ears would immediately recognize as psychic thunder...

[Zaleramancer]

"Have fun."

I explode into the air on a roving tornado, jolting my carcass to the nearest tall building or mountain or whatever the devil was about.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The monster leaps up into the air to follow, leaving the rest of the group to fend off the little monsters.

[The Narrator]

*areson bendsdown*

Areson:  look at the little things, ain't they cute.  Almost makes me
not wanna fight them.

<i> you call that cute?</i>

"Hey, wouldn't physic thunder mean physic lighting?  These things may
be able to hurt you two...."

<i>Well I suppose, we'll have to fight to ensure no more mental Strain
is placed on us</i>

*the three head for a portal and began to attack the monsters head on.*

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Zaleramancer]

"Shit. Time for a test run."

I flip a switch on the mass of technology in my hands.

A light flashes, followed by purple smoke.

The smoke compressed into dark violet flames, an armored figure in it's mist.

"Verdammen." My voice echos out from it, hollow sounding.. as I plummet towards the earth.

With a huge metallic clang, I strike the ground and bits of armor and purple fire spray everywhere.

[Philote]

(Still on Haven Wulf, its not even a planet )

"Shall we divide up targets and attempt to break up its power?" I ask.

[The Narrator]

"That sounds like a plan" narrator says kicking a being miles away

[Zaleramancer]

Bits of armor begin to circle around a pillar of violet fire, reassembling into a full set of plate.

The set is something of sleek lines and sharp points, with a decidedly villianish look about it.

That the helmet has two goat-like horns, at that the entire affair has violet fire burning under it probably doesn't help.

My hollow echoing voice responds.

Well, this body is some sort of infernal living armor. Not quite what I was aiming for, but whatever.

I glance at the assembled creatures.

 I don't think they're capable of harming me now.

[Philote]

The aura around me changes from white to violet as I exchange my physical body for a mental one. "Then I'm going to take care of that creatures psychic attacks."

I fly up, my psychic form letting me travel past the other creatures up to the main beast so that I can engage it and put and end to its psychic thunder.

[The Narrator]

Narrator: I haven't had to fight this much in ages....


<i> and I hope that physic maelstrom is handles soon.</i>

Areson: ah pipe down you old party pooper. I hope this fun keeps on keeping on.

[Philote]

I fly up to the beast and enter into its mind, landing in a miniature astral plane with an aspect of the creature's mind. I ready my powers to assault the creature on a mental level while my allies take on its physical form. Three rings of psychic energy form around me, an array of images circling a high speeds around each one.

Overdrive: Psychic Roulette

The circling images snap into place and where the three rings overlap, power accumulates based on the Overdrive's decision. Telekinesis, Hypnosis, Telekinesis. A sphere of empowered dominating force punches out towards the creature's mind.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The creature rears up, thunder emanating all throughout its body. Its wrath is intense, but in its disoriented state, not nearly as accurate as before. It attempts to fire electricity and psychic power this way and that, though acuity is diminished by a great deal, which makes it even more angry. It thrashes its tail about hatefully, and a few more of the diminutive monsters from before, pour out of its sides.

As it thinks of how to deal with foes much cleverer than it anticipated, its mind begins to rumble. In its mind, and to a lesser extent, around the crown of its head, a brainstorm is building...

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Celadon's Penultimate]

From above the monster's head, the building brainstorm cloud fires psychic lightning to destroy the incoming projectile monsters. As some of its diminutive monsters are destroyed, yet more of them pour out of its sides.

[Philote]

The psychic rings around me rotate, re-centering their overlapping sections above me. The images around the rings spin again before quickly locking in place as I fire another burst from my Overdrive.

Illusion, Telekinesis, Hypnosis. 

Not exactly the combination I was hoping for, but I use the telekinesis to propel myself above the cloud layer of the brainstorm while the Illusion and Hypnosis components hide me from the creature so that he can not reposition the clouds around me. The rings around me rotate again, this time aiming down through the clouds towards the head of the creature.

Pyrokinesis, Astral Projection, Clairvoyance

An astral fist of fire punches down through the cloud layer towards the beast. A weak blast, but though its clairvoyance component, I had already seen that the attack would be repeating itself every five seconds.

(I turned into psychic energy, so I'm fighting a psychic version of the creature within the creature's brain )

[Celadon's Penultimate]

With a wrathful surround-sound mental bellow, the creature takes the attack, reeling backward in disoriented rage. Though, it wastes no time in using it to its own advantage. The fiery fist grabbed up by the monster's own telekinetic capability, Phi is quickly snatched toward the brainstorm.

(Whether you actually get taken into that brainstorm, though, is entirely up to you...)

[The Narrator]

Areson:  I want to go to that psychic battle!

No, I think we're better helping here, AND you know that *rolls eyes and mumbles* Areson's better at the mental abilities than I

Narrator:  True, but why do I have to have you two do things again?

We are mental aspects of your persona, and with the anchor holding you back, you need us to control your powers, rather what abilities you have left...

Areson:  And we've always know that I, the personification of the zanier side of you, have what it takes to do the mental.

Narrator: I'm sure that they can handle it in there, let'skeep the physical realm occupied.  If we;'re needed, we'll help.

The three mounted a defensive, and began to attack the monsters.

 

[Philote]

The Clairvoyance component of the power activates, generating another pyrokinetic fist now that we had moved an appropriate amount of time into the future. I use this fist to break the grip of the first one on me, but not before being dragged into the outer layers of the brainstorm. I focus on defense as the psychic energies assault me. The third iteration of the pyrokinetic fist generates, and pushes through the brainstorm to pull me out to safety, leaving me within the brainstorm for only ten seconds.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The storm creature thrashes about wildly, and its brain is erratic, after having an alien thoughtform (Phi, in its brain) interact with it. Numerous functions of its mind scatter about, frantic to find an attack with enough power to truly eliminate the threat.

At last, the creature's mind makes a drastic change, and seems almost to shut down.

In its sheer panic, it stands stark still, and the 'temperature' of its mind begins to drop drastically. Its activated a subconscious mental defense mechanism, in which all time and matter in its mindscape are overtaken with the mental equivalent of frost. A brain freeze.

Within its brain, and a wide radius without, an aura of cold begins to emanate in devastating waves.