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Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 6 - The Final Scratch

Such a strange occurrence needed, finally a conclusion. Thanks for the Time Lord's trinket gift, there was suddenly an old, fearsome creature made of gears, it's old features squeaking (although not as bad as before, since a certain someone had given him a good oil job). Analog,the fearsome creature known by some as a the crankiest Time Dragon, walked in the city to find out o where Eleven was. She could smell him even in here, you see (wow that's creepy). Flanked by her three handmaidens, the women giggling like schoolgirls at everything, memorized at the ship. The city could hold her well, for all her large size.

First step - Find the Doctor, ask him what he wants. Step two - Do that. Step three - Get out of here.

She still was a Time Dragon, after all. Proud....and cranky. These boring old puny humanoids were nothing as the greatness of HERSELF so the sooner they were our of her mind, the better.

[OOC - Done! Go for it.]

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She wanted to say something. Wanted to say anything. Give him a hug, continue to laugh like crazy. Something. But the minute those words left his thoughts, something tore right inside her, and violently pushed her back into her own body as the soulcatcher's intertwined threads separated in two single pieces of string again.

Lash's soul traveled invisibly right back into her body, giving it a jolt for a half second before falling down again.

Then there was darkness. Confusion. A splitting headache.

On the outside, apart from a very subtle twitching her eyelashes, Lash was barely moving.

Edited 2011-12-22 09:42 (UTC)

Ruffnut was the one to break the silence that followed, "Did Lash's body just die?" she had retrieved her bag of popcorn and flicked a kernel at the wunderkind's nose. It bounced off and landed in her hair.

"If the power of love killed her then we're all to blame...not just me."

Mindy, in the other hand, was already on her feet and standing over Lash, putting her hands around the girl's stomach to lift her up.

"That's just stupid. She's getting her body back! She's not fucking dying! Now get me some water, ok?"

"Hey!" the book said, jerking upright. "Cut it out. And Lash, wake up, damn it."

Hey Zetta, guess whose turn it was to see someone they liked near unconscious?

Lash's headache was only intensifying as it went from bad to worse. Like her entire head would split open and...

Wait! I remember the last time that happened! She wanted to say something, but her mouth remained numb and dry. Unfortunately, the telepathic connection between the both of them was lost, or else Lash would have warned him of what was going to happen. Right now, try as she did to move anything, she was pretty much limp pudding in Mindy's hands.

Irritated and certainly not worried (seriously, anyone who expected more than a brief moment of self-honesty from Zetta deserved every pang of disappointment they felt), the book drifted over towards Mindy. "I'm not sure you should be lugging her around."

Mindy glanced at the Overlord, looking nonchalant. "I'm only going to do that until we get a place to lie her down. You've both been through a lot, but you're a book, and she's a person, so she's bound to be exhausted."

She looked over at Ruffnut, exchanging a knowing smile. "Help me out, Ruff?"

Ruffnut Shrugged "You know I think I heard this story before." She rubbed her chin ponderously, "Like, when the Valkyrie who was battle weary would not wait, the Viking warrior kissed her and she awoke refreshed and ready for more battles."

An abstract take on the "Sleeping Beauty" tale but more or less in the ballpark.

See, the thing about Lash hearing all of that is that LASH HEARD ALL OF THAT. What was Ruffnut even talking about? She still couldn't push either of them away, but managed to mutter something;

"Bowber bike."

Well, close to something she wanted to say. The headache was getting worse and worse.

"Ooooow," she added, in a very weak voice. Please don't mind she was starting to glow a little bit either. That was probably, totally normal.

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"Bowber bike?" Zetta blinked a moment, then glared at Mindy. "Hey, I've seen enough lame comedies to know that when someone starts acting unwell and says something you don't understand, it'll turn out they were warning you they were gonna do something really gross. Right after they do it. I'm assuming she's gonna throw up. That's usually the standard here."

Mindy shrugged. "Then she should go and puke already." To help though, she sat Lash on the floor a moment, sitting cross legged next to her. Of course, what they had talked about and all wasn't something she was going to harp on, not while the two of them were still being them. All that shit was going to be confusing, after all.

"Wish I knew what the hell 'bowber bike' was though."

"Maybe some new kind of killer robot?"

And Ruffnut was back to being unhelpful...good to know.

It was probably weird, then, that as they talked the light around them began to dim so much a strange sphere of darkness fell, causing Lash's glowing to be even more evident as the source was being adsorbed right into her. Oh great. She was going to get sick after this, wasn't she? Probably would need to go to the medical ward for the headache too.

Without warning, Lash stood up and bolts of lightening were unleashed outwards from her, hands, ears and mouth and right into the sky.

The unleashing of this power was always incredibly painful the first time. Each required a new connection in Wars World, and Lash had always ended up exactly like Zetta had suspected; headaches and vomiting when it was done. She had little doubt it was going to here as well. Yet knowing all too well that the most powerful ones back in her homeworld had been with family members and those that cared...about...each...other...it wasn't too hard to figure out what was happening...but Zetta wasn't a Commanding Officer! (And maybe she was back to slightly denying the whole caring part. Although it was much harder now.) Yet...an Overlord could count as a Commanding Officer, right? Her own powers seemed to think so.

"Power Strike!"

So that's what she'd been trying to tell them. No one really knew back at home how it happened, but it was probably the most dangerous move on any battlefield. Thankfully the light and lightening was more for show than anything else, even if it was draining to those involved. Combining CO powers to attack together, giving their armies the bonuses of both. Alone, a CO was powerful. Together, they were deadly. For one, tiny moment, their minds connect, a sort of mind synergy, as they quickly ordered their soldiers a series of moves and movements that a CO by itself would be impossible to do. When the people involved actually liked each other, the powers could be incredibly devastating power-boosting waves...

A few things happened, then. Suddenly it felt like she was alone with Zetta for a few seconds, powerful and strong, and everything seemed to slow down around them to a near crawling standstill. To Mindy and Ruffnut, it probably appeared that the both of them were now glowing.

The pain suddenly stopped, and Lash looked around confused and panicking, touching her forehead to make sure she wasn't dead. How come the pain had completely evaporated?

"Huh? That's weird! That never happened before."

"...the hell was all that?" Zetta said intelligently, looking around. "Looked like your power went pretty wild there."

The energy expenditure involved here was, for Zetta, miniscule; an order of magnitude less than Inviting a host of minions and ordering then about on the battlefield. He seemed unaffected, and was certainly unaware of any contribution he might be having to this whole mess.

"It's a Power Strike," she repeated again. "It happens when two Commanding Officers use their powers together. I guess since you use your power all the time I just connected to yours in some way...It was a technique we developed in Black Hole during the third war. You know, twice the pain equals twice the terror and so on. Usually it's pretty hard on the system the first time. For both users."

She shrugged. This was about as new to her as it was to Zetta, even if he had no idea he was involved.

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"Figures man," Hit girl said, shrugging. "I didn't have a doubt in my mind that was going to happen when the two of you collided together or whatever, and that's without understanding any of that crazy shit you guys talk about with powers and mana and stuff. I guess that means me and Ruffnut will have to work twice as hard, so we're not lagging behind."

And she looked at the viking girl expectantly for agreement.

Ruffnut rolled her eyes, "As if. We're the ones who figured out this love junk before they did." She didn't believe it for a minute though. She just didn't want to rag on Mindy for always thinking about training.

"Pffft, yeah right! Love junk whatever, what's really important here is all these stat bonuses that this could potentially do in terms to others and powering up the ship. I kinda wonder what it will do, actually. Maybe it can even power Zetta's henchmen too! Heck now we've just got to unleash it on you guys to see what I mean and..."

She looked over at Zetta.

"...But first we'll need a name for it. That's how it works. You wanna do the honors?"

Come on Zetta, time to be creative.

"...is there a character limit?" Netherworld attacks generally were pre-named, but even in those cases there was only so much you could fit on the display line.

And then they were back to talking abut whatever the fuck that she had no idea what it was. Character limits and power ups and all of that shit. Jesus, it was like trying to talk to D&D players.

"Oh for fucks sake, just call it 'afro demon' dance or whatever and be done with it. Sheesh."

Ruffnut snorted and gave Mindy a shove, "That's a stupid name, how about "Mad Love!" because ya know...you're both insane right? And the whole love thing is how you got the attack." It was just as terrible a name but at least Ruffnut could see how important a good name was?

"It doesn't work like that!" Lash protested at Ruffnut, the weird light still circling her. "It's sort of...man I dunno how to describe it. It just forms in your head or something. Like when I first used by Prime Tactics? It's like I always knew it should be called like that." She crossed her arms. "Dual Strikes are much more rare. In fact this is the fourth I've been able to do all my life!"

And we all knew Lash had lived a long life.

"Rebel Strike with Hawke, Brainstorm with Sonja and Battle Cruise with Flak." A pause. "It's kinda really bad if you try to do one with someone who doesn't like you." She looked at Zetta again. "Uhhhhhh I had no idea. All I know is that right now I feel like there's a bazillion pins and needles in my entire body from this energy overstock."

In other words, HURRY UP.

He'll give you a 'dual strike', Lash.

You know. In bed.

Right?

Zetta thought a moment (about things that weren't what he had just been thinking about), then suggested, "Advent of Apocalypse?"

HE thought it was cool, and frankly given who exactly was involved in this team-up, 'apocalypse' might in fact be underselling the end result.

"DUDE, YES. That is a perfect name! Advent of Apocalypse! It sounds all dangerous and kick ass! You should totally call it that!"

She would wonder if she and Ruffnut could make a formation like that later. After all, they were all from different worlds, right? Who knew what could be done anyway?

"It's pretty good." Ruffnut agreed, "But is it Apocalypse strong?" Because it would be a letdown if something called Apocalypse didn't live up to it's name.

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