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Why ask an answer?

To destroy you.

@Heroic

Shinji: would you help me find Charlotte?

Depends on if I can.

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To destroy you.

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Depends on if I can.

I'm sorry?

@Heroic
Shinji: what would you need to start?

@Etcetera
*absorbs it, multiplying its force, and expels it at your face like an aggressive punch*

@Etcetera
*absorbs it, multiplying its force, and expels it at your face like an aggressive punch*

*It hits me, but because I'm so small, most of the energy goes into the air*
This is it!
*Becomes normal sized as four continuous bolts shove more and more incompatible electricity into you while a blue ring shoots into you, attacking all evil directly*

@Etcetera
.....

*falls back down, but this time, something seems different, and I struggle to get back up*

Y-YOU LITTLE BITCH... I'M GONNA MAKE YOU REGRET THAT!

*As the evil within me struggles to hold off your attack, my energy levels spike to levels never seen before from anyone, levels that seems almost infinite*

I'm going to ruin you, bastard...

@Etcetera
.....

*falls back down, but this time, something seems different, and I struggle to get back up*

Y-YOU LITTLE BITCH... I'M GONNA MAKE YOU REGRET THAT!

*As the evil within me struggles to hold off your attack, my energy levels spike to levels never seen before from anyone, levels that seems almost infinite*

I'm going to ruin you, bastard...

*Cracks my neck as lightning crackles around my shoulders due to the intensity of a sudden spike around me*
Good, let's both go all out. Bring it on, cow.

@Etcetera
*before you say the word 'cow', im at your throat, hitting you with so much power that it cause the universe to ripple, I then grab you before it sends you flying and bite into your throat, ripping it out, as I spit it out, I then hold my hand to your head, and send so much emergy through that it should explode*

@Etcetera
*before you say the word 'cow', im at your throat, hitting you with so much power that it cause the universe to ripple, I then grab you before it sends you flying and bite into your throat, ripping it out, as I spit it out, hold my hand to your head, and send so much emergy through that it should explode*

*Slides back as my wounds heal*
Hey, I was doing a one-liner there. Hyper lame.
*Shoves two fingers in your eye sockets and uses them to flip you over my shoulder, creating a larger crater in the ground*

@Etcetera
*gets right back up, dashing past you, disemboweling you in the process, and I hit you square in the chest with enough force ot disrupt a black hole*

@Etcetera
*gets right back up, dashing past you, disemboweling you in the process, and I hit you square in the chest with enough force ot disrupt a black hole*

*Catches your fist first*
Hasta la vista, baby.
*Pumps that force and much more back into your body, causing the individual components to split*

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I'm sorry?

To destroy you.

@Heroic
Shinji: what would you need to start?

Well, why am I tracking whoever it is? Is it friend or foe? Were they taken or just leave?

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To destroy you.

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Well, why am I tracking whoever it is? Is it friend or foe? Were they taken or just leave?

You are quite puzzling.

*The Eschatologue materializes in high orbit, far above the planet. It slides out of the portal, sleek and golden, a lovingly-crafted if use-worn corvette, bedecked in the regalia of the Hierophany. Though the transparent aluminium which rings a cockpit perched above the sharp, thin-arrow body, I look down at the energy-scarred planet on which two unknown beings apparently do battle. The various readouts and displays give almost unbelievable data, incredible in its most literal sense. I zoom as close as my optics will let me, eye flicking to keep up with the cataclysmic brawl.*

Now this is impressive, isn’t it?

*One clever, dexterous finger finds its way to a control panel, and I type absentmindedly as I continue to watch the exchange. An orange light flicks on, and my churchbell alto fills the small cockpit. *

Pilgrim’s Testament, chapter one thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight. I’ve found some truly interesting people, after following a trail of high power output. The coordinates are a little different than I recorded in my last log: I’ve made an update. It seems the long stretch of boring days are at an end, thank the Sacrifice. They appear to be fighting: I’ll be heading to the surface once they’ve stopped. Whoever they are, they’re well out of my league. May my faith protect me.

*Another tap of a button ends the recording, and I lie back in the soft embrace of my pilot’s chair, ready to enjoy the marvel below me. With an exhalation of epiphany, I once again run my fingers over rattling keys, opening a channel and broadcasting, with high-powered radio waves, a simple message. To ensure maximum visibility, I set it to repeat on numerous frequency and amplitude modulations.*

This is Hymn of Predestination, is anyone receiving?

*The Eschatologue materializes in high orbit, far above the planet. It slides out of the portal, sleek and golden, a lovingly-crafted if use-worn corvette, bedecked in the regalia of the Hierophany. Though the transparent aluminium which rings a cockpit perched above the sharp, thin-arrow body, I look down at the energy-scarred planet on which two unknown beings apparently do battle. The various readouts and displays give almost unbelievable data, incredible in its most literal sense. I zoom as close as my optics will let me, eye flicking to keep up with the cataclysmic brawl.*

Now this is impressive, isn’t it?

*One clever, dexterous finger finds its way to a control panel, and I type absentmindedly as I continue to watch the exchange. An orange light flicks on, and my churchbell alto fills the small cockpit. *

Pilgrim’s Testament, chapter one thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight. I’ve found some truly interesting people, after following a trail of high power output. The coordinates are a little different than I recorded in my last log: I’ve made an update. It seems the long stretch of boring days are at an end, thank the Sacrifice. They appear to be fighting: I’ll be heading to the surface once they’ve stopped. Whoever they are, they’re well out of my league. May my faith protect me.

*Another tap of a button ends the recording, and I lie back in the soft embrace of my pilot’s chair, ready to enjoy the marvel below me. With an exhalation of epiphany, I once again run my fingers over rattling keys, opening a channel and broadcasting, with high-powered radio waves, a simple message. To ensure maximum visibility, I set it to repeat on numerous frequency and amplitude modulations.*

This is Hymn of Predestination, is anyone receiving?

*Looks into the sky*
Hm.
*Sends a return signal following a pattern but with no discernible message*

*A smile cracks my face, wide and eager, revealing two rows of pearl-white teeth in the barely-illumined gloom of the cockpit. I reach more properly for the microphone, clearing my throat before flicking on the transmit function again*

Ah, so there’s more than just violence down there!

*My accent is as thick as ever, the refined and languid lilt of a noble bearing and a practiced grace.*

Do you understand me? I’m a Pilgrim, I don’t mean any harm.

*A smile cracks my face, wide and eager, revealing two rows of pearl-white teeth in the barely-illumined gloom of the cockpit. I reach more properly for the microphone, clearing my throat before flicking on the transmit function again*

Ah, so there’s more than just violence down there!

*My accent is as thick as ever, the refined and languid lilt of a noble bearing and a practiced grace.*

Do you understand me? I’m a Pilgrim, I don’t mean any harm.

*Sends a single, high-amplitude wave in response*

@Legend

*My brow creases in frustration. I brush a wayward strand of hair from my eyes, floating errantly in the freefall. My fingers grip the receiver more tightly as I let out a sigh. The transmission is still running.*

Well, I suppose that’s to be expected. Nǐ míngbái wǒ shuō de ma? Si me intellegis? Ersesz engem? Ah, hold on… Oh! Me comprenez-vous?

@Legend

*My brow creases in frustration. I brush a wayward strand of hair from my eyes, floating errantly in the freefall. My fingers grip the receiver more tightly as I let out a sigh. The transmission is still running.*

Well, I suppose that’s to be expected. Nǐ míngbái wǒ shuō de ma? Si me intellegis? Ersesz engem? Ah, hold on… Oh! Me comprenez-vous?

*Shakes my head and sighs*
Yes, we speak your language.
*Transmits the message*

@Legend
*The smile reappears on my face, beaming and exhilarated. I unbuckle myself from my seat, floating free around the cockpit, transceiver in hand, idly making preparations for landing while I speak. The enthusiasm is evident in my voice.*

I see. I apologize for not understanding your local customs of responding to hails with bursts of apparently meaningless radiation. My name is Hymn of Predestination, aboard the corvette Eschatologue: the enthalpy of this planet might be important to my Pilgrimage, do you know who those two people are?

*The hiss of gas release is audible as I don a thin, durable suit, skintight and sturdy, meant for exploration, a tenor burst atop the dull roar of the dormant engines.*