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[img]http://i.imgur.com/HtvPRRx.png[/img][/center]An audible click of disapproval was the only notice of the JSTR’s thoughts to Kanbaru. Between the mania of events surrounding them and Kanbaru’s own deadlocked determination, that sentiment was difficult to get through. The living virus felt annoyance not at Nephuna’s insistence to survive and exist-no, that was more interesting than anything else-but by its host’s reliance on external force. The Serei Cards; their very nature of the Tower’s creation made the JSTR hiss in disgust. They didn’t need their power, [i]her[/i] power. They could rip apart the specimens by themselves. All the same, it didn’t stop its host from her actions.

The JSTR allowed Kanbaru to call upon other powers if only to end this strife quicker. It poured its own malice and visceral nature forward as a tool to wipe the data clean of any slate and presence of the fusion. A similar dichotomy was held in marker just feet away. Darkness and Death worked hand in hand as Thomas decimated what was left of Nephy’s ancestors under Kanbaru’s attack. Marianne grinned and leered with outright madness, the swelling of an off-tempo piano ringing somewhere in Thomas’ ears. Gunshots filled the air as death encapsulated every bullet, lined and fueled by the darkness Thomas wielded.

Marianne’s singular Gold Eye shined in sync to Thomas. The undead fools who sought to claim their own time again were nothing in comparison to the purity that was Chaos, Chaos that fueled the destruction gifted to Golden Eyes. It was Chaos that ate away at their forms and seeped into their data, claiming the residual bits left from the remains of Kanbaru’s outright onslaught. It was Chaos that spurned Marianne’s goading of Thomas to push forward and continue their frenzy, a dance, a serenade, a waltz to Death itself. The battlefield, if it could even be called that, was coming to its roiling point and it wouldn’t be long before the higher powers that be actually did do something.

Katie ruminated on that eventuality as she felt her cousin appear beside her. [color=indianred]“It’s a long story, but you can probably guess it from what’s going on,”[/color] she told Erika before pointing at Nephuna, or at least one of them. [color=indianred]“See that? That’s a fusion between an undead wolf and a time demon. Data copies of this Floor. I can only assume they want out and want to become real people. The issue is trying to blow up the damn Floor with everyone else on it.”[/color] She stole a gaze at Erika, watching for a reaction and hand twitching on Pendragon’s handle. She wasn’t above putting her cousin on the list of enemies if it meant preventing their own deaths, especially when she knew death was an inconvenience for the Valkrie. 

[color=indianred]“You realize what’s going on right. What this place is, [i]who[/i] runs it? It’s only a matter of time before you know who shows up and pulls the plug on this Floor. You can help us damage control or you can get in my way. I’m sure your Vassals would tell you the sensible option Erika.”[/color] Before she could continue talking sense to her cousin, Katie realized the music was still playing and turned to see her own personal acknowledgement from the fusion.

[color=indianred]“Show off,”[/color] she replied with dead disdain, Pendragon slung on her shoulders. [color=indianred]“Yeah? And you’re a bitch,”[/color] she followed up with from Nephuna’s reply. She could only imagine it was Runa talking down on her; her eyes narrowed at that smirk and before she knew it a glint skidded in the air right towards her. Katie was quicker and smacked it away with a slash from Pendragon, only for the spear to embed itself into the ground. With it came a pool of pure gravity, a sprung well of a black hole that manifested under Katie and Erika’s feet. It expanded, seeking to consume all things, light, data, and lives of each-

[color=indianred]“Are you kidding me?”[/color] Katie almost felt an urge of laughter come to her lips and she swore this ridiculous Floor was driving her crazy. Or maybe it was something else. Indeed, a quick look from Erika would reveal her cousin’s timelines were….disjointed. Unstable and crashing on each other like black frothing waves. The well of gravity beneath them held no effect other than putting on a lightshow. Katie stabbed Pendragon in the nexus of it and like a vacuum the blackened power was greedily consumed by the sword, a dark presence emanating off Katie’s shoulders.

[color=indianred]“You really think something like that had any effect on [i]me[/i]. Me,”[/color] she said with bitter irony as if she couldn’t believe Nephuna could be so [i]stupid[/i]. [color=indianred]“I think there’s your answer right there Erika. She’s hellbent on killing us all. It’s us or her,”[/color] the envoy of Energy and Space growled. She was tired. So tired. So very tired of all of this. Katie leapt forward for Erika to decide but she was done and she expressed this through a feral and spectral black-scaled arm forming over her own. Large and growing ever still, its palm clamped over Nephuna’s face just as she reached the Floor’s Heart.

Then she squeezed as real energy, real gravity, real space poured outwards from Katie to fusion. Her spectral claws gripped as Nephuna’s head, blackened power built up more and more. Katie all but snarled, tired of this Floor, tired of dealing with everyone’s antics, and tired of everything else. Another arm manifested with its clawed tips stabbing through Nephuna’s abdomen. It sunk through data and true flesh and clasped onto the essence of wolf and demon. Then she pulled with a horrendous ripping action on either side in two directions until she saw the seams of their beings be split one by one.

[color=indianred]“I am [i]tired[/i]. Of. Your bullshit.”[/color]
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