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Mon's entrapped on the Astral Plane, no need to go further. You won that one, imprisoning him, and kills aren't allowed or necessary.
“…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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The small ball of energy pulses and I open my eyes. It's ready. I raise the ball above my head and then shove it directly into the ground.
"Quartz Graveyard!" The ground turns white with energy where I placed the sphere. Suddenly ripples of energy shoot through the ground towards the many combatants on the battlefield. Thousands of quartz Spires, pillars, shards and spike erupts from the ground piercing stabbing, cutting and slicing everywhere. My allies remain unharmed from the devastation.
Praise the Sun
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I see that Shadow might need some help with Ice an Dark, so I leave the Pocket Dimension and go over to help him.
You aren't symmetrical. You. Aren't. Symmetrical.
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Final Attack. Overdrive: Hands of Hades. Morph, Golet, Beast, and Psy stand at four corners around Pyro. Their cores growing, a bridge of soul energy from each of them connecting to Pyro. A wave of energy enters into Pyro, and his physical body breaks apart. In its place a red body of energy stands in the shape of Pyro's body. A red crack spreads out from Pyro's feet, overlapping reality, and spreading into the chaos. From the crack, undead hands spread out in all directions, eradicating everything they pass that is not allied with himself.
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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I got this. I'm gonna wrap this one up and continue to finish Gengunavia, Braoheihei and the B***h.
If you all don't mind me using your guys real quick. Let me have the last post.
“…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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We have a few posts left.
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...............Without a physical body to protect her the mud spreads throughout the dimensional road, slowly but surely traping her within itself, which is composed of a combination of witches galss, and a welf regulated, timeless spaceless pocket dimension. Anything that touches it will be assimilarted.
"Build it up with bricks and mortar, Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar, Build it up with bricks and mortar, My fair lady."" Spires of rock with golem hands at the end of them begin snaking out of the mud grabbing whatever gets in their way and dragging it in.
Welcome one and All to the Jesters Carnival, where the prizes are greater than your wildest dreams, but the nightmares here shall silence you before you can even scream.
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Yep. Go to 999, and let me take post #1000.
I think I can end it in a way that's satisfying to all except the baddies.
“…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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NOT yet...
“…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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Because you aren't driven by a combination of pure hatred, annoyance, and growing insanity.
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Srsly?
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I've been purposefully deleting my useless posts to get this thing to continue to an actually well needed end.
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Kay, well I get last post.
“…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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All right. Here comes the ending.
Marv's Quartz Graveyard is devastating. It causes mystical quartz to jut up everywhere on the battlefield, where non-allies stand. That includes Braoheihei, who is no longer shielded psychically by either Gengunavia or Mon (with Mon currently trapped in the Astral Realm, and Gengunavia otherwise occupied). Braoheihei bellows thunderously in pain, as his forepaws and hindpaws are stabbed with stalactite sized pillars of jagged mystic quartz. At Bug's inclination, an especially large piece even comes flying out of the ground and strikes him in the back of the head, piercing his brain; this not only sends him into a hibernative stasis, but prevents him from regeneration at the same time. Neo, GD and their Kystians step aside to prevent being squashed as he collapses unconscious to the ground, crushing the less sharp and pointy quartz. I come in and poof Braoheihei away to Lethe Island. A prison at the very bottom of the Hub awaits him (while Mon is transported to that location's equivalent in the Astral Realm, still bound and separated from Braoheihei, of course). Gengunavia looks down at me, and knows I'm coming for her next. She attempts to jaunt through space-time, but I grab her by her slipper, and grab her into a supercollider-speed whirlwind, before slamming her to the battlefield floor, where Pyro, Golet, Psy, Beast and Morph are waiting with a psychic/psionic-energy-suppressing net I prepared. She, too, is going to prison at the bottom of the Hub, separated from Braoheihei and Mon, of course. Darkess looks around, more than just a bit worried about what I plan to do to her. Accompanied by my fellow reality benders, and with all the attention on her, the odds aren't as much in her favor as they typically are. Realizing it at the same time, she and Tundra surrender, being held by Morph and Pyro respectively, while Darkess is sealed in a Witch's Glass, and transported off to be overseen by the Djinn Guild of Sciops. Meanwhile, Tundra Cryos is bound in blackbody cuffs, which absorb surrounding heat (including any heat TUNDRA absorbs). She is then jaunted to the fire side of Frostflame Island, where the Pyromen are glad to welcome her, among the hosts of other numerous ice-side criminals. They've been waiting for her for a LONG time. That leaves...the B***h. She laughs a laugh which reverberates from all around. Attuning myself to the fabric of space-time, I reach into the nothingness, and yank her out by the ankle, slamming her to the ground like a meteor through the atmosphere. Pyro's Hand of Hades fire attack, surrounding the two of us, sets the perfect showdown field. We both charge toward one another, rocket-boosted by psychic energy and nova-hot flames. Kick for kick, block for kick, punch for block, headbutt, stomp, roundhouse, seismic slam, kung fu, ju jitsu, tae kwon do, we launch into our usual attack sequence, successfully predicting one another like we have several times before. Jaunting through space, time, dimensions and numerous other quantum-physical levels, I send her slamming to the ground, skidding on her back past the others. She digs herself out of her crater, ignoring the presence of the others, and thrusts herself up into the air to meet me, with rocket-like force to push everyone else back. She cocks her fist back with all her might and we meet fists, with the force of an atom bomb. I grapple her and the two of us tussle, one struggling to overpower the other. Then I remember something that Mon did, and get an idea. A good one. I pull her close to me, almost uncomfortably close. And then the two of us dive-bomb to the ground again, spiraling in a kamikaze cyclone of energy, gravity, pain and quantum-physical absurdity. The crash hurts the both of us, and The B***h takes some scrapes from the quartz, and some burns from the flames, to add insult to injury (or maybe to add injury to insult). She looks at me, battered and scraped, and gets ready to blast me again, but I make sure she won't, by forcefielding us in Pyro's flames of Hades... fortified by my own psychic energy, and the combined will of Neo, GD, Bug, Marv, Jester, Phi, all Phi's friends and even Zale (despite not joining in on the battle), the forcefield is nigh indestructible. It fortifies my power so greatly, in fact, that I'm feeling much better than normal. But just in case my power won't cut it... (In Celadonian) "I call on the power of GAUGAMON! Time to make YOU pass away an' die!" "Oh, snap." THe B***h's face drops. In a flash, the forcefield is filled with raw chaos, psychic, astral and quantum-physical energy, as well as solidified space-time and numerous extradimensional energies. The smoke, light and flames of the amazing explosion won't clear for a couple minutes. By the time the dust DOES settle, the B***h has vanished. Everybody runs up to me and says collectively, "What the heck happened?" I gather everyone around to explain with a grin. "Simple. I did the one thing that seems to even keep her bound. He physical body is in the bottom of the Hub, imprisoned, separated from Braoheihei, Gengunavia and Mon. Her MIND is trapped in the Akasha, filed away under the 'B' section. And her spirit? On the opposite side of the Astral Realm where Mon is held. THAT oughtta keep her." I look around at the battle-wracked Chaos battlefield, "Now...how the heck do we get outta here? I'm feelin' frivolous again."
“…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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