Hey folks. Sorry for not notifying ya sooner, but I've apparently caught a cold or something. Bit of a fever, completely out of energy, been trying to rest it off since I arrived home. I've still got something to throw out for ya, but I'm gonna go right back to resting. Sorry about this.
>>5553964‘Don, Bon, Cheelai, keep moving. I’ve got this under control. Head to that energy source we detected earlier.’ you tell your gang as you continue to try and get the gunk off your mech. “Just… ngh… just what are the ‘Fragments’ you speak of? Fragments of what? Why are you fighting them?”
https://youtu.be/tzd_-mnmjI4“The [Fragments] seek Magic, they push us away from it. Force us to make due with [SCRAPS]. They are more, yet less.” the thing answers through Yamcha. “[Fragments] of a dead god. That which Nemuria believed would give apotheosis. Wrong. So wrong.”
As it speaks, you get flashes in your mind of… vague, blurry memories. That thing’s memories. Dark liquid moving through odd tubes. A spiked monster shattering like glass. A city falling from the sky. Another world creeping over the Earth, a bloody crimson color with the shape of a skull on it. It… feels vaguely familiar to you. You rub the side of your head, getting a small headache from that. Lastly, three eyes open up in the darkness, followed by a devil’s grin. And that’s a face you definitely recognize. Majin Ozotto. Very bad sign. “Okay… so you fight with these fragments of that… spiky thing over the remaining Magic of this place. But how are you able to even feed on the Magic in the first place? Also fair warning, you present yourself as hostile and I will act accordingly, the moment you’re out of my friend’s dad.”
Yamcha’s face smiles jerks an unsightly smile. “We were left for so, so long. Barely conscious, just as they wanted us. But we were able to still feed. To grow. Even with the [SCRAPS] we were left with.” Making Yamcha’s body take his usual stance, they look ready to test your statement. “You are so, so much more! You will take us with you!”
Ooze juts from the ground and grapples around your mech’s limbs. More warning signs flare up. And it just made a big mistake. “Listen, goop thing.” you start off calmly. "I am willing to help you find a new home. I am trying to understand you and reach out by speaking with you. I want all of you to remember this. Whether you were simply stuck here by Nemuria’s fall or intentionally locked away, I can understand that you’re tired of living off the bare minimum. But there’s something that you need to understand: this world is protected! I will not allow you, or anyone else to harm it. I am Izzy Mahogany, Mahou of Earth, and if you even think you’ll get away with that, I WILL be the one to take you down, SHAPELESS!”
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