trans_9 | We will all go together when we go [Closed to bomb teams]

He certainly wasn't the only one to sense the energy that the bomb gave off, the dragon that soon shot out of the central pillar within the massive cavern that made up the pod caves, markings alight with energy. That sense of pulsing energy.

Circling overhead once Celena spotted the others down below, along with a talking book from what she could hear and see, one that contained some power if her sense was to be trusted. One that was intending to disable the device from what she gathered, tilting on wing tip she altered her path, coming in low over the pods wings flaring wide out at the last second to kill her momentum to land gracefully for the speed she had come in at.

Walking up to the pair, "Greetings, I gather you too sense the device ahead," the briefest of nods given to them both as she walked up to and just past the girl and the book she carried, her eyes and markings flaring as she viewed the path ahead in terms of energy and magic. "This could prove..interesting,"

Oh hey, a dragon. No one had told Zetta there were dragons on this ship (but the fact didn't really surprise him, after all). Better yet, this dragon had a crapload of mana. That could really come in handy.

"That's a pretty nasty feel," Zetta said. Amazingly, he's too distracted to ham it up... for the moment. "I can get to it, but I'm pretty sure I'd be out of minions to invite by the time I reached it. Are you dexterous enough to write?" Zetta automatically assumed literacy.

Had it not been for the guidance of a very specific Human, Renne might have missed the caverns altogether in his search.

The scent of this thing is...strage to say the least, but overlaid by a distinctly foul stench, that's enough to stop the little blue anomaly in his crawling tracks.
Perking both five-inch ears up, Renne finds himself warily murmuring to himself.

"Eeeegh. Tha-t be stin-kee."

English be damned, the flashes of colour streaking across his skin might be enough to display his disgust.

Celena dipped her head in acknowledgment to the first comment before she cast a glance back over her shoulder at the comment, eyes still aglow. "Is that so? It would take some effort indeed to overcome the effects. I can write, yes," Replying thoughtfully as she turned her gaze back to the energy so visible to her sight now.

The sense of another presence drew her attention from the bomb ahead, confirmed as the small one spoke, looking over her shoulder to the anomaly. Blinking at the sight of the colours streaking over the anomaly in her sight. "Indeed so, let us see about getting rid of the stink shall we?" She replied with a hint of her usual cheerful manner.

"All right, here's the plan."

Of course Zetta took charge. He's the freakin' Overlord! The only reason he's even bothering to include these two is that destroying the bomb, or simply laughing off the blast, would probably cause more trouble in the long run. And his plan from the beginning has been 'avoid floating aimlessly in the vacuum of space'.

"The way I see it, we've got three problems here. Getting to the bomb, finding the bomb, getting rid of the bomb. I think that last step is the easiest. I can do shielding, or transportation, for the three of us. Whatever I don't do someone else should. Let's find the damn thing and see what it looks like."

"Eeee. Rrrr-enne kno-w mah-gic stin-kee, Rrrr-enne trrry fin-d."

There's a tone in his voice as he speaks, that says something unpoken. There's a reason why he can detect magic as well as he does and why his tone has such a definite sound of disdain, distate, even hate, toward anything magical.

If it could kill you, you develop an instinctive hate/fear toward it. However, upon crawling toward the two voices, Renne seems to whisper periodically to something tucked under an arm. Yeah, that plushie duo of his is never far. Archie and Billy!plushie both sit nestled in Renne's grip.

Try to take 'em away and he will raise hell.

"It may not be so simple, for one to have set up such a device they would likely not leave this...field as its only defense," She commented as she half glanced in the talking book's direction, "However, if you can indeed shield us as we find the device, working together I am sure it will prove little obstacle,"

Renne hmm? Interesting name, a half-smile touching her snout as she looked back across to the anomoly..that disdain, distaste toward the magic did not go unnoticed..curious. "Renne, if you can locate the source of its stench, we will make sure that it ceases to be," She replied calmly, tilting her head a little at the whispering to something under an arm, though she thought little of it.

"Well then, shall we? Shield us and we shall find and disarm this bomb, we have little time to lose," She glanced over her shoulder to the book, "Would you need a hand being carried?"

Zetta grumbled a moment, then said, "Yeah. I hereby give you permission to transport me."

Shield was really... (really, really, REALLY) too elegant a word for what Zetta intended to do to protect them. Really, it's more attempting to fight a waterfall with a garden hose.

The most badass freakin' garden hose in the cosmos. The sort of garden hose that's scaled for use by Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann.

A purple aura flared up around the Overlord, beams of light spiking out from its heart as Zetta tapped into and manifested his own mana. The strongest mana in the cosmos. Literally. Up till now, it had been utterly useless to Zetta in book form -- but if there's one thing Zetta can do well, it's show off. And mana this powerful, even unformed and featureless, filled the air so thoroughly the malefic power from the bomb had simply no space to occupy.

Of course, now Celena and Renne are surrounded by the mana of an over-the-top demon, but his isn't hostile or obstructive.

"Hyaaaa ha ha ha!" The book called out in the general direction of the device, "You may be a deadly explosive, but there's no denying that I'm the bomb!"

Celena, you can handle him a little roughly. For that line, he deserves it.

Mana.

Generally this word isn't a good word to him. Mana, magic, telepathic....It all makes him cringe and instinctively react.

The stench of what his existence perceives as magic is the same stench no matter how you cut it. Thus, the utter void of that absence where many think magic "should" be...is just that void, meeting head-on with this thing called mana. Daring the mana to identify itself as "magic" and summarily be rejected like a disease from an intensely specialised ecosystem. Analysing the mana, figuring out what it is to determine if it indeed should be rejected by an anomaly's defences.

Multiverses never lied when they said Renne shouldn't exist. Multiverses never lied when they deemed him a complete anomaly and when he 'speaks', it isn't through his voice or any magical mumbo-jumbo. It's emotion in the rawest of forms.
And living.

Explain. Clarify. Now. Not understand. Fear. Harm. Magic. Evil. Explain.

Hmm an impressive amount of mana, unshaped, raw and inelegant that particular use of it was however. A creative and effective use against the malefic energy the bomb was protected by. It was not the most comfortable of experiences however.

Even as she gave Zetta a rather rough telekinetic ride up to her back for that bad line. The effect it was having on the blue anomaly was quite clear...she turned toward the small one. "This magic is not evil, Renne, not intent to harm, it is to protect us from that which would stop us, it is merely rather uncontrolled," She explained calmly, reassuringly before casting a sharp glance to the book on her back.

"Control it if you can, Renne, can you still smell out the bad magic?"

"Whoa! Hey!" Zetta protested as he wobbled, unOverlordlike, up. "It's not inelegant! It's badass! You can't tell the difference because of the scale involved, that's all!

"Besides, it's mana. Mana isn't magic. Mana is much more fundamental."

Tell this to the Origin.

The response comes out in something between words and that raw, pure emotion. Emotion that shouldn't be anything in this Multiverse except a sensation. A reaction. A concept.

Not a solid thing, let alone a living entity.

Shrinking in a little on himself, a rather strong set of shields throws itself up around the creature, making him appear as if an exoskeleton carved straight out of a starry sky had just grown on him. It won't last long and he already anticipates losing his lunch a time or four but the point is this: There's one intentional evil here and that needs to be neutralised, plain and simple.

He'll likely explain, or try, to these two just how his anatomy works. Maybe why it works the way it does...

Screwing up his courage and holding his two plushies like a lifeline, the armoured creature moves like a like-ended magnet through the drowning presence of magic/mana. His nose is already to the floor, trying to re-establish which stench he's hunting for.

"Is that so?" A glance given to the book on her back at that comment, seemingly amused at his protests.

The origin? The anomaly was proving more and more curious to the Linar, though she had to force down her curiosity for the moment in light of their situation. "I know what it is, I was merely explaining the situation to Renne here,"

"Needless to say we should not press our luck with the time we have," She commented quickly, "Lead the way, Renne," she dipped her head to the little one, sensing those shields even as they appeared. An interesting creature indeed..she would have to learning more about them once this was over.

As Renne set off Celena followed quickly afterward, easily balancing the large book on her back.

Zetta himself had no opinion on the creature now leading them. He kept a close eye on their surroundings, vigilant for an ambush or guardians not of a evil-mana nature. Maintaining the outpouring of mana is child's play to him. So... it can't be THIS easy, right?

Things are never easy, as Renne had learned. Survival is never easy and when you throw magic into the mix, things get harder still.

Displacing himself from....part of himself, forcing a detachment that borders on utterly not giving a damn, Renne carefully sniffs his way onward. A little to the left, a little to the right.

When he's near enough (he thinks; mind, he's not using any eyes here) to the first stench, Renne lets out basically what sounds like a short, five-way harmonised howl.

They had found the bomb. It was glowing with power, flashing with different colors every moment. The feeling it gave off was both tremendous and depressing. It wanted you to give up hope.

Give up?

Heh.... heh heh...

HYAAA HA HA HA HA HA!

Zetta laughed, his very patented evil laugh, as he let the power flow through him. Giving up just wasn't something he could do. Even with his Netherworld lost, even confined to a book, even with nothing to his name but his mostly-useless mana and a far-too-inflated ego, Zetta didn't give up hope. Didn't know HOW to give up hope. In the light of that, one measly bomb couldn't drag him down.

That's not the badass freakin' Overlord; that's not the strongest mana in the cosmos. That's Zetta.

"Good work -- uh, you two!" He'll ask their names later. Maybe.

The bomb, so this was it. The colour changing and sheer glow of power it gave off threatened to press her down as if trying to overwhelm her. That laugh, that evil laugh, served to aid in breaking the spell, shaking her head. Give up hope? That was one thing they could not afford with so much at stake.

"Well done, Renne, and you too," Nodding to them both before taking a deep breath. Closing her eyes once more, glowing once more brightly as she opened them, her true sight piercing through the power it gave off "Let us see if we cannot diffuse this then shall we," She stepped forward at that, holding a paw over the device, not touching but letting tendrils of her energy flow forth, to slowly and carefully attempt to strip away the defenses of the device.

"Eee. Haow do tha-t? Rrrr-enne hell-p?"

He's not sure how he could but something in him says that it's better to lose his lunch a few times than to have this entire place blown to oblivion. Thus, keeping up his armour as long as he can, the anomaly moves a little closer to the device.

It's a terrifying thing. I have faced worse. The by-play of logic and fear-instinct run mad in his head.

Zetta had no real power to manipulate his mana (unless they wanted the bomb eye-lasered, but ZETTA BEAM! probably wouldn't have good results at the moment). Pouring out mana, though? Yeah, he can do that. Keep blunting the effects of the bomb's own energy. His power, as far as this universe is concerned, might as well be unlimited.

"If you can't get it, I've got an emergency trick, but it'll cost one of you a pretty hefty chunk of mana."

"If you think you can help in some way by all means, Renne I would be happy for you to," She replied to the Anomaly, though unsure of just what he could do so was not able to give more..detailed instructions on the matter. "If you can ease the flow of the distractive power that would be welcome, and you back there keep it up,"

It took a good deal of effort to keep herself focused as she pealed back layers of the bomb's defenses neutralizing each as efficiently as she could, it was not however a quick task as some of the inbuilt defenses were more...formidable than others.

"Eee. Rrr-enne trrrry. Rrrr-enne noh go-t mah-gic, is bad."

Having no experience in this kind of technical know-how, Renne has only one thing to go on. He recalls the things passed to him and, gritting his teeth, crawls warily closer to the magic-infested device.
Alone, the device is deadly enough.

With that stench, it's made all the worse.

Still, that stench is what needs to go first. Quietly, Renne lets down a thin layer of his armour; almost-Transcending. As it is, his....solidity seems briefly in question, as if he can dissolve off from tangible reality. This case however, there's a silvery 'taste'/'touch'/'smell' in the air. Silvery, like something running slowly backwards.

It isn't much but his try includes a little bit of Time displacement.

"Keep it up? This is nothing! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!" Magog, but Zetta missed having his body. This sort of awesome so deserved a pose to go with it. Still, there's little else he CAN do right now, not until desperation results. And hey... maybe it wouldn't. These two might make good minions, after all this is done.

"That is all I can ask," Celena dipped her head to the anomaly at his reply, continuing her work on disabling defense after layered magical defense within the bomb. The book's reply bringing a soft grin to her snout despite the situation, he was full of himself, wasn't he? At least he had confidence though, such that it helped her keep that press of negative emotions at bay.

"Getting closer..there are still defenses to go however" She commented as she disabled a particular layer of defense letting her energies weave and cut through the defenses, they didn't prove too difficult though they took some time to bypass and otherwise disable...that feel in the air of something going backwards drawing her attention briefly..a little extra time she sensed, the oddity was an interesting one indeed, "That should help indeed,"

Only a few layers of defenses yet to go...with any luck they would have the bomb disabled in moments, especially with the addition of time given by the oddity.

Time is all he can offer in this case. Time and not losing his lunch on people around him.

By now, his skin begins to flash a silvery-crystalline sort of way and immediately surrounding him, things seem to ripple just a tad, as if he touches Time itself in the very literal sense.

We will all go together when we go [Closed to bomb teams]

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