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

"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.

Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! These two will make fine minions! "Good work! Teach that bomb not to mess with us!"

Well, he's doing his part, bluster aside, right?

Time is all she needs fortunately enough in this case, delving deeper and deeper into its workings. That extra time giving her all the better chance to divine the inner workings of each defensive layer. The last defensive layer slowly being pealed away to reveal the inner-workings of the device itself. "I am past the defenses," she commented softly to let her companions know of her progress.

The inner workings were like a maze of light and energy to her at first, designed to confuse and distract she supposed. After moment of trailing the inner circuits she paused, seeing past the complexity to the actuality of the device. With a moment to double check her conclusion, "Well, here goes nothing.." with that she severed the circuits connection to its source of power and isolated it.

As soon as the connection was cut the energy pouring forth from the bomb ceased as its power source was removed, the bomb rendered useless as she gave a sigh. "It is done,"

Time is often a tricky thing. Still, its fluidity and his...displacement ahd led him to learn such things.

The problem comes with magic thrown into the mix and when he hears the signal, Renne ceases his manipulation. Ceases this and for a moment, ceases breathing; holding back from a very embarrassing moment. Seconds later, he turns and crawls as fast as he dares to hopefully get out of the Caverns before this embarrassment can be caught by other eyes.

With the bomb no longer outputting its aura of ever, Zetta dialed back his own flow of mana. Not that he was tired! Frankly, after beating down even a pretty weak power just by the weight of sheer mana, he felt pretty damn good.

"Good work, both of... you?" Zetta realized that although he was talking to a pair of backs, only one of those was by virtue of being placed on said back. "Huh?"

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