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Shining Light: A Time of Heroes Thread 2 - Hopes and Dreams The Prince of Stories!pinkie78OsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41552420[View All]

#Ask/Invite #Canon: Lost Light Universe #Era: Shining Light #Superheroes #IC

>it is a realm beyond rational knowledge, beyond any mortal concept of space or time

>it is a place with only the vaguest concept of form, ever-changing as if on the whims of an artist
>it is the home to all manner of creatures, great and small, innocent and frightening, all as random and incoherent as the land itself
>it is a place none can reach of their own free will, and yet all have been there
>from the mightiest of overlords, to the most inconsequential of paupers
>from the kindest, to the cruelest, and all in-between
>from the most complicated of beings whose thoughts concern whole galaxies, to the most simple who can just barely form a thought
>and even you have been there before
>you would not recall it very well, for it hangs just on the edges of your memory, but when you fell into a deep sleep, you were there
>for it is the Land of the Dreaming

>like all lands, this one has a creator, and a ruler

>this ruler lives in a castle of his own making, all at once crystalline and stone, spectacular and inviting, while cold and haunting
>in this castle, the ruler governs his land and his people - which includes all those who enter it
>he is a quiet, reclusive ruler - respected, but feared
>for few can understand what goes through his eternal, ageless mind, as his desires are simple, while his dedication to his work is unprecedented
>but what would a being such as him do when there is no work to be done?

>often, he reflects on what he has done, for a being as eternal as he has done very much

>he reflects on love lost, on acts both selfish and selfless, on what it means to engage with mortals whose lives end so quickly, on his presence in their lives and their views of him
>and he often ponders on what his future holds, for even a being as old as he will one day reach his end, and what meaning his actions will have when that time comes
>but for today, he decides to pursue one of his favourite hobbies
>he reads

>in his castle is a most special library

>within its endless halls are every book ever written, from the most popular and largely known, to the most obscure and rarely-seen, and even those forever lost to the sands of time
>it also contains the tomes that will be written, whether as early as tomorrow, or as far away as the end of all things
>and it contains the stories that have never been written, that will never come to be, and remain in the minds of their creators, with pen never having been put to page
>for what is a story but an idea someone first created in their mind?
>and what is an idea but a dream that simply took form?

>in this library, he idly picks up a single book

>it is the second volume of an ongoing tale, its end not yet come to pass
>it is both a simple and complicated story
>it is a tale of heroes and villains, and their opposing ideologies clashing in a never-ending struggle
>it is a tale of love, of life, of growth and learning
>it is a tale of happiness, sorrow, anger, and fear
>it is a tale that has been told many times before, and will be told many times since
>and yet, he reads it all the same, and takes no less enjoyment out of it
>for all stories are precious, and are worth telling and reading, as they all mean something special to someone

>he is the Prince of Stories and Ideas

>he is the ruler of the Land of the Dreaming
>he has gone by many names, but you may know him simply as the Sandman
>and like you, he enjoys a good story
>perhaps you will enjoy this one too


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Mettral!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41559684

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>"I was ordered to spy on you some time ago."
>Mettral jolted, her mouth quickly opening to-
>"I did not watch you every moment of the day, do not worry about dat."
>and very quickly closed, Mettral choosing to believe him
>because doing otherwise didn't sound like a very fun or productive mentality to get stuck on
>it was probably a much better use of his time to only see her in action anyw-
>"And frankly, I am not impressed."
>"You wont those fights mostly by luck..."
>"If Phoenix had not lost his temper and exploded, he would have killed you."
>"As you are now, you will not last much longer fighting us."


>Mettral's body language had somehow changed completely despite the woman not moving an inch
>her eyes had shrunk to pinpricks, leaving them to look almost entirely whitened out from a distance (how exactly she did that would remain a mystery)
>her blank expression seemed to very subtly morph into a very small smirk accompanied the deadly look in her eyes
>and the hands on her hips were squeezing just a bit too tightly on her own sides the longer she stared at the mysterious "Armor Dopant"
>to say Mettral was absolutely livid was an understatement, and she really wasn't trying to hide it
That's some pretty big talk comin' from the losin' team~

I seem to recall your little friend Phoenix losing his temper because I got him on the ropes there, didn't I!

Even if we choose to ignore all the other Dopants I've busted, that's still one-null on the scoreboard last I counted.

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>despite Mettral clearly starting to lose her cool, the potential Dopant did nothing to change his demeanor
>at her remark about how she still basically won the fight, the man shook his head, before responding in a slightly frustrated tone

As I said, if he had not lost his temper, he would have won. He would have understood that you have no plans or strategy in your battles, and would have realized a crucial weakness in your skillset.

You do de same thing every fight. You grow into a giant, and you step on de enemy. Or you sit on dem. Or you throw dem at a wall. You use sheer brute force and nothing else.

So, against someone who knows how to fight and to plan, you stand little chance.

>at this, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an all-too familiar device

>another one of the strange mutated USB-like items rested in his hand, although he didn't make any move to use it just yet, still talking

Not to mention, you ignore something important.

Even though Phoenix lost his temper and lost de battle, you did not walk away unscathed, did you?

>he let that remark sit for a moment, before pressing on

As powerful as your ability is, you are as durable as an ordinary human woman. Which means when you grow, all of your weak spots become easier targets.

Or did I not see Phoenix try to fly at your eyes once you grew?

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>Mettral tried to keep herself silent, but the woman didn't do lying very well
>so the more the man broke down her fight style, the more he'd notice her awkward jolting and twitching
>how dare this jackass try and lecture her on how to do her job!?
>he was a villain; did he seriously expect her to just accept what he was saying!?
>so she didn't plan things out to the letter; big fuckin' deal!
Did you come here to fight, or did you come here to talk!?
>Mettral quickly barked out at the man, reaching at her jacket
>and very quickly, she unzipped it and tossed it aside despite the cold weather (but she kept her scarf)
>she was far too angry to notice it at this point
If you think you're so hot, then you should have no trouble backin' up those words, right!?

So, as we said back in the Slum: either step up, or shut up, bitch!

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>the man's mood didn't seem to improve after Mettral's outburst, as he quickly quipped:

And you are easy to agitate as well.

>he looked away from her for a moment, again directing his gaze to the ground, as he muttered to himself

If only someone else had found out about de Dopants...maybe I'd have a better chance...

>he then looked back up at her, before reaching up his free hand and brushing his hair aside

>surprisingly, instead of disguising a scarred or missing eye as one might expect his hair to do - his other eye was completely normal - he revealed his own "port" tattoo, placed directly in the center of his forehead

Alright. I will make dis easier for you.

>he pointed at the tattoo in particular as he continued

Dis is more than just de means for us to transform. Dis is our weak spot. Normally you would need a purified Gaia Memory to defeat us, but some have discovered that one can simply hit de connecting point enough times to disable de transformation.

If I win dis fight, den I will complete my contract and kill you. I will feel bad about it, but I will move on, so do not tink I will hold back out of pity.

But, if you win, den I will do as you ask. I will turn myself over to you, and answer everything you want to know. I will name the organization, who runs it, any and all significant members, whatever you want.


Mettral!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41559689

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>Mettral's eyes narrowed slightly as that all-too-familiar mark made itself known again
>and then... he explained to her how to beat him?
>was he still mocking her and saying she has no chance of winning without his help!?
>truth be told, the rest of the mystery man's deal may as well have fallen on deaf ears
>Mettral's head was bursting at the seams with white-hot rage, and burning a hole straight through that accursed stick and the man holding it
>on most occasions, Mettral didn't consider it "beneath" her to simply strike before the bad guy had a change of making themselves stronger
>but she'd make an exception this time
>she'd make a believer out of him
Oh, don't worry! I understand completely!

By the end 'a this fight, your friends will be callin' ya Rooster with how much singin' you'll be making~

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>the man didn't seem to really believe what Mettral was saying, but didn't address her declaration either way
>he simply lifted up the Gaia Memory, then did as many others did before him and pressed the button, causing a distorted voice to shout out:


>he then raised the Memory up and placed it on the tattoo, directly on his forehead

>the device glowed and sank in, moving beneath his flesh until it was totally gone
>the man sucked in a short breath, and soon transformed


Armor Dopant!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41559691

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>the man's body would quickly change colour, everything from his skin to his hair to the clothes he was wearing suddenly turning a shiny silver
>then, chunks of what looked like dark blue metal appeared around the man, hovering in the air close to almost every part of his body
>bolts of electricity shot out from the parts, hitting the related section of his body in turn, before the parts flew onto him, magnetically clicking into place
>and like that, the transformation was done

>the Dopant reached up and rubbed his "chin", then moved his hand out and gestured at Mettral to come at him

Ready when you are.

>he spoke in a more hollow, metallic voice now, fitting for his transformation

>he then raised both of his arms close to his head, his hands clenching into fists, prepared for the fight to begin

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>much like Phoenix, Armor showed off his importance with a frustratingly cool transformation
>Mettral let out a huff; that only made her angrier!
>as Armor raised his fists, Mettral got into a fighting stance of her own
>her patented "played far too much Mortal Kombat back in the day" fighting style!
>Mettral took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment
>before charging straight at Armor with about as much finesse as he'd likely expect from Mettral
>once she was close enough, she swung a leg at Armor's hip for a distraction, her real goal being a straight fist to the ribs on the opposite side!

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>even with Mettral's stance being...questionable, the Dopant said nothing to criticize it
>instead, he stood there, waiting for her to make a move
>he raised his arms a bit more, expecting her to go right for his advertised weak spot
>only to be surprised when he was given a kick to the hip, followed by a short shot to the ribs
>which he did move with the impacts of both attacks, but he didn't seem to really be hurt by it
>if anything, judging by how he looked down at her after the hits, he was more confused than anything
>though not so confused that he couldn't quickly respond with a left straight punch right to her nose

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>Mettral dodged the fist to her nose, but not exactly in the smoothest fashion
>she clearly stumbled trying to step aside, but thankfully didn't lose her footing and meet the floor
>instead, she tried some fancy foot-moving to slip behind Armor and try to hook her arms beneath his for a full nelson!

beatCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41559705

>surprising or not, it turns out that even a city like Dis has a “bad side of town”, full of just as much criminal scum getting by by stepping on the backs of everyone underneath them as any other town in America
>Paulkrey Frents was not one of those people.
>he was a simple man, a mild-mannered vampire of some 40-odd years, and a law-abiding upstanding small business proprietor
>sure, it wasn’t the most glamorous business venture, owning a small convenience store in an admittedly kind of ratty neighborhood, but hey, it was his. and he wouldn’t give it up for anything.
>well, except for maybe being rid of the obnoxiously-accented voice that was about to come in through the door.

Eyyyyy! Paulie, buddy! How ya been?

>Paulkrey’s blood ran cold momentarily (colder than usual, anyway) as he turned behind the counter to watch as a few too many people filed in at once for comfort

>and at the front of them all, all dressed up in a nice collared shirt just as white as her fur, a well-fitted vest and matching dress pants, and dumbass 30’s cartoon character gloves, was one Roxanne Rabbit.
>even with the smile on her face, there was no joy in her beady little red eyes. well, at least the one that wasn’t hidden behind her bangs, but odds are there wasn’t much love to be found in the other one either
>it wasn’t hard to guess what she was here for, but Paulkrey had a secret weapon this time. he smirked inwardly and glanced aside to the shiny new fresh-out-the-box security camera he had installed just last week behind the rabbits head, right in time to see electricity arc through the air from some semi-humanoid ball of lightning’s hands, frying the camera instantly
>he looked back down to notice Roxy sauntering across the room, opening up one of the drink coolers, and pulling out a glass bottle of Coke

Don’t worry ‘bout da pop, it’s on da house.
>she answered for him
>drink in hand, she used her front teeth to pop the cap and carelessly spit it out onto the floor as she strolled back to the counter, hauling herself up to sit on top of it and look Paulkrey right in the eye

So! How’s da wife, Paulie?

What do you want.

>Roxy snickered, wagging a finger in his face in faux-amusement

Right ta business like always, huh Paul? Dat’s what I like boutcha yknow?
>she took a swig of the apparently-free-now soda, then added with a more formal tone of voice
‘Cause I am here on business, just so’s we’re clear.

See, I thought we had ourselves an agreement here Paulie; half a grand on my desk first Sunday’a da month, and me’n my staff heah make sure your fine establishment stays insured ‘n safe from any ne’er-do-wells.

>she took another drink, then turned back to glare at Paulkrey with obvious malice in her voice

So whyzit dere wasn’t no envelope on my desk yestaday?
What are- I fucking payed you already!
>incensed, Paul pointed to one of the gaggle of hired muscle loitering menacingly around his store; a scrawny-looking demoness with red skin and a shabby thrift-store outfit.
She came to collect just yesterday, I gave the money to her!
>Roxy, surprisingly, laughed and turned to face the girl
Well now! What’s dis I’m hearin’?
>she hopped down from the counter, closing in on the demon with the rest of the gang parting well clear of her
>and even though Roxy was nearly a full head shorter than the other girl, when she looked up into the demon’s eyes with a cocky smirk on her face, it was the demon that was starting to cower

Now don’t tell me any’a that’s true, Red!

Well, uh, y’see ma’am, the thing is--

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>the demon suddenly went sprawling across the room, colliding with the glass door of the drink coolers, shattering them instantly
>Roxy lowered her leg – to nobody’s surprise, being a literal humanoid rabbit monster meant some pretty impressive lower body strength – and followed after the booted goon
>the demon rubbed her head, trying to will away her new head-back-everythingache but was interrupted by the sudden feeling of the heel of Roxy’s size 14 Nikes grinding against her forehead
>Roxy leaned down, hunched over her prone underling, and muttered in a cold, hateful voice

I said, tell me dat ain’t true.

I-it’s not! I swear it’s not!!

>Roxy pulled her foot away and started to turn back to the counter, but not before adding;
By da way, don’t forget to pay me back dat 500 I loaned you a while back.

Y-yes ma’am.

>Roxy returned to the counter and put her “””friendly””” voice back on, speaking with overacted pretend surprise

Well! Not dat I’m callin’ you a liar or nuttin’ Paulie, but I trust my employees! If she says it didn’t happen, well den I got no choice but ta believe ‘er don’t I? Maybe you’re mixin’ it up with some otha visit?

>she leaned down resting on her elbows on the counter, flashing her brightest businesswoman smile

Tell ya what, howsabout’cha just pay now and we’ll gall it good, whaddya say?

>Paulkrey, in a moment of absolutely no self-preservation instinct, let words roll out of his mouth under his breath

I’m calling the cops.
>Roxy bolted upright, ears standing on end, and gasped with faux-shock

Whaaaat? Now Paulie, why in da world would you have any reason ta do dat? You and I both know, Roxanne Rebecca Rabbit is nuttin’ if not a lawful, upstandin’ businesswoman!

>he barely even saw her move, and before Paul had enough time to properly register what she had done, he felt a cold bit of wood tapping roughly at the side of his head

>he had no idea how Roxy had gone from empty-handed to having a baseball bat in her hands in under a second, but the point was made

It’s just dat she knows how ta make some tough negotiations, dat’s all.

>Paulkrey froze for a long moment, weighing his options

>and the best option was deemed to be popping the register open and dropping 200 dollars on the counter

That’s all I can give you right now. Come back next week.

>mercifully the bat pulled away from his head, Roxy planting the end on the floor and leaning on it like an impromptu cane, a cruel smirk on her face and in her voice

Oh, sure, can do Paulie! Sorry ta say dat’s gonna mean a 20% late fee on your total, ‘doe. Dat’s fine wit’cha, right?

Fine. Whatever. I’ll have it. Just get the hell out.

>Roxy smiled brightly, snapped up the cash off the counter, and tucked it into her vest pocket

>she cheerily slung the bat over her shoulder, picked up the bottle of questionably-obtained soda, and motioned for her goons to make for the door

Deal’s a deal! Always a pleasure doin’ business Paulie! See ya next Sunday, pallie!

>Roxy moved to leave, but paused in the doorway, to turn back and add one last thing

Oh, yeah, ‘fore I go -
>she pointed a thumb back at the shattered cooler
-hate ta say it but da place is lookin’ a little trashed, Paul. Ya thinkin’a renovatin’ soon? I gotta friend what does contractin’, I’ll give ‘im ya number ‘n tell ‘im ta give ya da friend discount.

>she flashed a final wink and a thumbs-up, and finally, mercifully, her and her gang disappeared into the cold winter morning, leaving Paulkrey standing there alone in silence


>except for the sound of the broken security camera falling to the floor
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Armor Dopant!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41559707

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>the Dopant didn't move to stop Mettral's movements, and she was able to lock the full nelson in
>but again, he didn't seem to show much of a reaction to it
>and while his arms were now hanging rather awkwardly over his head, he did still have the means to escape
>though it was far from graceful, as he simply lifted his foot, then drove the heel of it right down onto Mettral's foot behind him

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>Mettral quickly let go, letting out an odd, shrill noise through her clenched teeth
>she stumbled backwards, hopping on one foot with some... less-than-heroic "ow, fuck, shit, ouchies" and other similar cries
>but she recovered quickly enough, lunging at Armor once again with a frustrated growl
>and swung a pair of heavy fists directly at his chest!

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>the Armor Dopant turned around as Mettral lunged for him again, once more raising his arms to block her attack
>only to again be taken by surprise when she attacked his midsection again, both of the hits connecting but doing little beyond making him move with the hits
>he looked at where she struck again, then back to her, before swinging a foot down at the ground, seemingly again trying to hit hers
>but it was only a feint, as the foot hit the ground between Mettral's feet, allowing him to step forward and thrust his palm up, the bottom of it aimed at her chin

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>the feint worked as intended, Mettral being taken by surprise at the palm aimed straight at her chin
>the masked woman stumbled backward with a slight grunt, quickly reaching up to rub at the stinging area
>but was quick to glare back at Armor and bark out:
That all you got, huh!?

I knew you were just another braggart!

>she lunged at Armor yet again, bringing both her hands together

>she lifted them over her head, swinging the axe handle down, yet again against his chest
>all while still yelling:
You're just another small fry like all the rest!

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>this time, the Dopant was more prepared, as he lifted both arms in time to catch Mettral's wrists in his hands before they could connect
>and in response to her loud declaration, he responded in an appropriately cold tone

You are the one who's actually hurt here.

>he hands gripped down on her wrists, as he slowly pried the arms apart, pulling them down and twisting them painfully as he did

I give you a simple way to win, and you waste your time and mine by doing de same ting you always do. Charging in and fighting without tinking.

So far, you have done nothing.

>as if to emphasize this, he then swung his head forward, going to headbutt her right in the face

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>as her arms were caught in Armor's vice-like grip and twisted, Mettral bit down on her lip
>despite her body urging her to do so, she refused to give her enemy the satisfaction of hearing scream out in-
>well... the headbutt did the trick, anyway
>Mettral dropped down but kept her footing, leaving her crouched before Armor
>her head lowered , she let out a few seething breaths through her teeth as a few drops of blood started to fall on the concrete
>but she was far from limp, her arms still struggling against Armor's grip
Shut... your... damn mouth!

>putting plenty of strength on her legs, and using Armor's hold on her for further leverage, Mettral thrust herself upwards, uncoiling towards the Dopant with as much speed as she could muster
>but with her arms locked, she had very little choice but to aim her own head against the Dopant's stomach, hoping to get him to step back with such a desperate headbutt!

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>the headbutt to the stomach did the trick, and even seemed to have more of an effect on the Dopant, as he let her go and stumbled back, letting out an exhale and briefly holding his stomach
>but this wasn't the case for long, as he let out a low agitated growl
>then, giving Mettral little time to prepare, he charged at her and swung his foot at her face, aping a football player punting the ball

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>Mettral was hardly in a position to dodge that kick, so she had no choice but to close her eyes and hope for a whiff
>which, naturally, never actually came, and another pained cry left her throat as she got punted back, landing on the concrete
>her face only growing increasingly red with her nose as a starting point, Mettral still rolled onto her stomach
>and used her stubornness to push herself back onto her feet faster than she normally would have

>enhanced durability was one of the pleasant boons brought about by the conditions of her birth, but comparatively speaking, it wasn't all that impressive when stacked up against other heroes and villains

>she was less of solid mass of pure unyielding steel, and more just a big brick wall; and brick lost a lot of its impressive sturdiness in a world of superpowers
>she was hurt, and hiding it in her body language was growing increasingly difficult

>but what Mettral lacked in invincibility, she made up for it in spades in one other aspect

>the thing that kept pushing her back onto her feet
>the thing that kept getting her to ignore the pain
>the thing that kept her waking up and facing each day
>a violently stubborn hatred of admitting defeat!

I don't need your damn help... so you can take your "simple win" and shove it up your candy-ass!

Never... in my life... have I've had it "simple"... and I sure as hell won't accept it comin' from you!

>she aimed a finger at the Dopant, her tone of voice only growing louder

You think you're some kinda big shot!? That you're gonna prove to me you can beat me even after you've told me your weakness!?

Well here's a newsflash: you're nothing more than an obstacle in my way! And like every obstacle, I'm gonna tear you down brick by brick if I have to!

>she stomped forward, nearer to Armor with a fiery determination in her eyes

I am Hell's Angel METTRAL!!


>the woman suddenly picked up her pace, going for another lunge against the Dopant

>but rather than go for the full-frontal tackle as she had seemed, she grind to a halt just before getting withing striking distance of Armor
>and quickly coil and uncoil her legs to leap at him from a very small distance away, swinging her knee to drive it straight into his chest!

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>the Dopant showed no outward reaction to Mettral's little speech, although it was clear from his clenched fists that he was long since tired of this from her
>he didn't make any movements as she approached him, and once it was clear what she was going to do, he did something rather unexpected
>he intentionally stuck his chest out, knowing she would aim for that spot again, and let himself take the hit


>which hit a little harder than he expected, enough to push him back and drop him down to one knee

>but this didn't affect him for long, as he lifted his head and spoke again

And you talk too much. I had hoped your near-losses would teach you some humility, but dat was foolish of me.

And zo, you continue to disappoint me.

>he then got back to his feet, and took a step forward

I should have known better-nrgh?!

>he stopped, however, suddenly noticing something amiss

>he reached up to where Mettral's knee had hit him, rubbing along the spot on his chest
>and felt something that shouldn't be there
>a dent


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>Mettral landed on her feet, grinning from year to ear as she quickly answered:
>she aimed her finger at him again, but quickly turned it into a thumb aimed behind her
I disappoint you, do I? Well get in line; you think you're the first person to tell me that!?

I'm not here to play anyone's game but my own! So I'll keep-
>Mettral suddenly launched into a sprint, quickly closing distance between her and her foe
>and aim a powerful haymaker straight at his chest
>and whether it was blocked or not, she'd follow it up with another fist
-and punching-
>which was followed by two increasingly faster, yet just as heavy punches
>she then launched her entire body forward, ramming her shoulder against Armor to push him further backwards
>but she quickly caught up with him, not letting the Dopant a moment of rest as she swung a few more fists his way
>she swung her fist back, winding it up as far as she physically could
>before launching a wild and powerful jumping uppercut into Armor's torso
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I...should be fine! Push comes to shove, I'll just ask for like, some one to one with the teacher 'cause then I'll need like, ultra help.

>Lance finally looked around at the cafeteria, and jumped. Head rotating around the area to scan for any sign of life...and finding none. He whistled and turned back to Yuri, the momentary surprise having fled his face in favour of the usual.

Wow! Didn't expect us to be here that long! Geez, we should prolly get out of here 'fore the night class kids get here. You want me to walk you back to your dorm?

>He started pulling his notepad and supplies into the bag he was carrying with them, still glancing up at Yuri to check for her answer while he cleaned up the mess he'd made. That meant a lot of hurried downing of the last can he had next to him, and sinking the empty ones into the recycling bin.

>Not a single one missed, natch.

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>the Dopant barely had time to get his guard up as Mettral charged again, this time having the sense to keep his arms lowered to block her first haymaker
>the following punch was also blocked, as were the next two, even while the Dopant was being pushed further and further back with each blow
>but the shoulder tackle was enough to break his guard, forcing his arms up after she made contact
>which meant the following blows to his chest were unguarded, only worsening the dent in his armor with each one
>and further more, actually hurting him
>until the final uppercut actually launched him off the ground


>though only a bit, but enough for him to drop back down on all fours, coughing and hacking from the extra impact

>he held his chest where he'd taken the brunt of the blows, only to feel something else
>and Mettral would notice this too, as there was a slight plink sound, as a few shards of his chest armor had fallen to the ground


>the Dopant looked up at her, and while she obviously couldn't see what his expression was, internally he was completely baffled

>she hadn't changed her tactics at all, she hadn't even tried to go for his head at any point during this fight
>but she had hurt him


>but was it enough?

>could she actually be as strong as was needed for this to work?
>he had to be sure

>and so, he slowly rose up to his feet, holding the spot on his chest where the armor had broken

>but, for a moment, Mettral could see the electricity from earlier course around him


>just then, he moved his arm, and the broken piece of armor suddenly propelled itself off of him, shooting right at Mettral

>along with every part of the dark blue armor save for what was on his face, flying off in all directions, with the many pieces facing Mettral flying at her
>not that the Dopant let her deal with that, for as soon as they were off, he dashed at her to close the distance
>then suddenly did a backflip, with his foot coming up under her chin while he did

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>She was inclined to agree, the idea of inventing such a thing as a beacon wrapped burger made her own stomach restless. Thankfully, she was prepared for that very situation!

The cafeteria staff should be ready to open up soon but to tide us over until then...

>She puts her pack down in front of her and opens up on of the side compartments, pulling out two chocolate candy bars.

Here, take one of these. Not the healthiest thing to have first thing in the morning, but it'll keep our stomachs happy until we get something proper to eat.

>She didn't normally snack between meals, but it never hurt to be prepared with something small just in case.

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>Mettral's big fat head grew even bigger and fatter as she heard the armor crumble
>when Armor got back on his feet, Mettral was already preparing another wild assault
>but the electricity gave her just enough of a pause to-
>raise her arms in preparation for the shards of armor flying towards her
>she bit down on her lip, letting some some whimpering squeaks as the shards cut into her suit and skin
>but the adrenaline was such that her grin remained stuck on her face, Mettral lowering her arms as soon as the shower was finished
Got ya on the ropes now, don't I, fu-!!
>only to get interrupt by the foot colliding against her chin
>she stumbled backwards, losing her footing and awkwardly falling onto her side
>she felt her jaw go numb for a brief moment, but that only meant she could ignore the pain for a precious few seconds
>from her position she swung an arm towards Armor that very obviously would never reach the Dopant without some sort of-
>all of a sudden, Mettral was just large enough that her fist would graze Armor's stomach
>but all this time she was performing a ruse within a ruse!
>growing half her size, the second arm was the real attack, this time aiming at Armor's own jaw in retaliation!

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>the bright pink girl let out an excited little squeak as the chocolate was presented
>with a very low bow, she quickly took the candy bar with an excited:
>and proceeded to tear open the package to get to the decadently sweet center
>the antennae on her head bounced happily at that first bite, and didn't seem like they would stop any time soon
Vanessa many much kind, yes?

Must be much popular with friends! I know I cherish friend with chocolate bar in bag always!
>she giggled, continuing to quickly munch of her snack
>and doing so remarkably fast, already halfway done in only two bites
>at least she had the good sense not to eat with her mouth open

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>even as Mettral's fists increased in size, the Dopant kept on the move
>he moved back with surprising agility when the first enlarged fist swung for his stomach, almost briefly turning into a blur as he shifted backwards away from it
>it happened again when she grew again, the second fist flying for his head, only for him to duck down at the last possible second, avoiding the fist just narrowly
>he then briefly dashed forward, stopping at Mettral's enlarged elbow in just under a second
>then he spun around, his feet leaving the ground, as the heel of one of them swung up to try and hit her extended elbow

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>crap, he was fast!
>Mettral barely had time to curse her failed plan before the Dopant was already on the attack
>the horrible uncomfortable pain of "smashed your elbow against the edge of a door" didn't change her strategy, however
>she bit her lip down so hard as to draw blood, but the faint light surrounding her signaled the masked woman's size was only going to get larger
>she swung both her arms beside her, suddenly bringing her hands closer in the Dopant's general direction
>even if she wasn't able to catch him with her enlarged hands, maybe the resulting clap would disorient him for a second!

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>the Dopant zipped backwards again as Mettral grew once more, coming to a stop right at the edge of the pier, swiftly realizing they were running out of space
>if Mettral kept growing - which she was probably going to do - then he'd have much less space to move around in, which was what she wanted
>so he'd have to quickly disable her-


>in the midst of his planning, Mettral swung her hands out, which he quickly ducked under again

>however, the loud clap did do what Mettral had hoped, as his close proximity meant the loud noise was pretty shocking, causing him to hold his hands over where his ears would normally be and stumble to one knee

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>with the Dopant in the perfect position, Mettral knew she had but a scant few seconds

>and perhaps unexpectedly, her size began to shrink instead, the masked woman throwing her arms forward at the Dopant's head
>by the point she had shrunk to a respectable 7 or 8 feet on height, she could wrap her arms around Armor's neck from his ducked position
>and with a powerful heave, she'd lift him cleanly above her head until he achieved perfect verticality, before-
>she lifted off the ground right before falling straight down, attempting to drive Armor's head into the concrete with a jumping brainbuster!

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>the Dopant only had time to notice that Mettral had shrunk back down, but wasn't able to shake himself free of his disorientation to defend himself
>as such, he was helpless to get hefted up into the air by Mettral, his missing armor meaning he was easier to lift than usual
>and then dropped right back down onto the ground head-first


>he flopped back onto the ground after this blow landed, rolling away a bit and holding his head

>fortunately for him his head was still protected, but the drop still hurt like hell

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>Mettral let out a few groans herself, starting to feel the adrenaline wear off an the punishment beginning to take its toll on her body
>her roll onto her stomach was a lot less "cat-like maneuver into position", and more "tortoise with a stomach ache slowly righting itself"
>but it wouldn't be long before Armor would feel Mettral's hand grip his shoulder, the woman appearing before his vision
>a bloody lip masked by the crimson pouring from her nose, but those twisted almost-white eyes glaring down at him could be seen just fine
>as could the fist she raised above her head, looking to simply slam it down straight onto Armor's forehead as many times at it took before he was out of commission!

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>the Dopant gave a weak groan as he started to regain his senses, which meant he couldn't quite prepare himself for Mettral's follow-up
>as such, when he was forced to look at her, he only had a second to process what happened before the first fist smacked into his helmet
>which actually didn't do a lot, only roused him further from his stupor
>as such, when the second fist came, the Dopant had the wherewithal to move his hand up and catch it, opening up a new opportunity for him
>hence why he swung one leg up to try and hit Mettral in the side, hoping to knock the wind out of her a bit so he could get away

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"Now that you say it..."

>Yuri thought on that idea, and it didn't take long for a shy smile to appear on her face. Granted, she didn't have that type of interest in Lance. She preferred a man with whom she could have more of an intellectual conversation with.

>But the sheer gentlemanly virtue that offer embodied, that tickled her. None of her male classmates back in Jersey would have ever considered making such an offer to her. Let alone one of the most popular boys in school.

"That does sound quite nice."

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>She was pleased that Inara was enjoying the provided snack, happy to be of help to someone. But the moment the bubbly pink girl mentions friends, her happy expression instantly wilts. In spite of her efforts to make then, she didn't actually have any friends at the academy. Not for lack of trying mind you but rather... No, best not to think about it.

Yeah, I guess they do.

>She shuts herself up for a moment to chow down on her own bar, maybe that sweet sweet chocolate can make her stop feeling like shit.

>A slight clatter of pans and other kitcheny stuff from the other side of the door caught her attention.

Sounds like they're about ready to open.

>Oh thank god, she can put food back on both their minds and not think about this!

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>Inara blinked, that shift in Vanessa's expression not slipping beneath her large black eyes
>how could it, when she was quite familiar with-
>it only took a few seconds after the commotion behind the closed blinders started before they were unlocked
>and very suddenly, with an extremely loud racket, they raised up to reveal the face of Death

>well, not exactly

>STAR Academy was home to many students, from many different walks of life
>each with their own unique tastes and diets that they required on their busy lives
>even for a team of experienced chefs, such a task would be daunting; but for Salvation Falles, it was a job she took with gusto (pun possibly intended)

>buried beneath a shadowy horned cloak, her striking jewel-like eyes glowed a sinister purple

>but a brief twitch of those jaw bones indicated a sunny smile down at the two girls that were already gathered in front of the counter
Nessie-dear; good morning~!
>Sally's voice was a contradiction: despite being remarkably youthfully and cute, it was followed by a booming reverberation with each sound that could take someone off-guard if they weren't ready for it
On time, as per-
>but she stopped, noticing that, for once, Vanessa wasn't her first costumer
Oh... OOOH!
>her eyes sparkled with excitement, the scene before her being quickly picked up
>she could tell just by the fact they were eating the same kind of chocolate bars!
You brought a friend today, Nessie~! I'm so happy for you~!

>Inara's eyes had grown about twice their size, staring straight up at the large skeleton lady before her

>to say that image was unexpected for her was an understatement, but such was the Academy!
>it would be rude of Inara to gawk and stare for much longer, so she was quick to put on a sunny grin of her own
Hello! I named Inara Nobel! Much pleasure to meet you, lady of lunch!

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>Mettral let out a short gasp of air at the kick to her side, feeling that pain race up her body
>but rather than push her off of the Dopant, it only seemed to make her that much more determined
>her free hand reached for Armor's other arm so that, with both hands occupied, hopefully he couldn't block what came next
>a perfectly basic, perfectly simple headbutt straight against his forehead

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>the Dopant was already about to swing his leg up and kick her again, but the thunk of the headbutt from Mettral served to stun him briefly, halting his momentum
>he gave something of a dazed groan, but he wasn't quite beaten yet, lifting his head back up to focus on her again
>he did indeed lift his leg again, looking like he was going to swing for her side again
>but as he did, his leg suddenly curled in, and quick as anything it then shot out towards Mettral's knee, apparently intending on kicking it right in and really doing some damage

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>there was no stubborn-ing herself out of this one
>the kick to her knee forced Mettral to collapse on the concrete next to Armor with a sharp inhale through clenched teeth
>followed by a lengthy string of "shitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT!!" as she grabbed hold of her knee
>but even then, one her arms flailed blindly at her side, looking to just smack the Dopant like a petulant sibling trying to get payback

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>almost as soon as Mettral had let him go, the Dopant rolled out of her reach, avoiding her follow-up attack
>it took a second for him to get up to his feet, stumbling a bit as his vision wavered, having to hold his head as he oriented himself
>he could manage to see Mettral on one knee, however, meaning he had a chance to turn this around
>and so, moving as a blur once again, he dashed forward and sought to return the favor from earlier, thrusting a knee right at her face

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>in no position to dodge, Mettral had no choice but to rely in her face to serve as a shield
>but faces aren't exactly good shields, meaning Mettral only got a knee to the face and forced back down on the concrete
>on the plus side, she was pretty sure her nose was already broken, so she mostly just felt that whole area numb from pain already
>or maybe that was all the blood loss; who knew by this point
>whatever the case, instinct certainly took over and reached out to grab a hold of the Dopant's leg, gripping down tightly around his ankle
>just before the hero began to, slowly but surely, grow in size...

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>the Dopant was preparing to get some distance again, but Mettral's hand enclosing around his ankle prevented that
>he tried frantically to pull his leg out, and was getting ready to just kick at her again to try and do that
>but he could see that she was starting to grow again, which would make that rather unfeasible
>his options growing increasingly limited, he focused entirely on her face, waiting for her to grow big enough so those furious eyes were easier targets for him to hit

>when, just then, much to his and likely Mettral's surprise...

>what could only be described as a pretty dang large fireball fell down from the sky
>aiming right between him and Mettral's slowly-growing face

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>if you were to ask her, Mettral would say she had a pretty good plan
>a plan that really only involved picking Armor up on one leg and smash repeatedly against the floor
>but that was a good plan!

>unfortunately, the bright light growing increasingly closer was clearly about to get in her way

>she didn't know what it was, but she could hazard a guess it wasn't a part of Armor's arsenal
>which was probably why her body went into "auto mode", and quickly yanked on the Dopant's leg
>only to throw him away from the fireball's trajectory, right before putting as much force into her non-hurt leg to try and jump away from the impact zone as fast as she possibly could

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>the Armor Dopant let out a surprised yelp of sorts as he was flung away from the impact site, landing a good distance away just at the water's edge
>the fireball landed just as Mettral got clear, but didn't spread very far, not able to really do that on the concrete
>not that it mattered, as what quickly made an impact was what landed in the fire, appearing with a CRASH! and sending up chunks of the burning and now-melting concrete to land around the crater
>and soon enough, a figure would step out of the fire, who wasted little time in making his presence known to Mettral

I hope you're not too tired, Mettral.

Because I'm ready for a second round!

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>Mettral felt the heat lick at her back, but thankfully, her suit didn't seem to catch fire this time!
>but that voice that came from the flames was quick to interrupt her sigh of relief
>her bloodied face snapped up to stare in disbelief as the red Dopant made his presence known
WHAT!? HOW!? But-!?
>the pain in her body being left far away from her mind again, the masked hero jolted back onto her knees, aiming a finger at the Dopant

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>the Phoenix leaned forward at Mettral's disbelieving exclamation, as if he couldn't really believe she asked it himself
>which was further emphasized by his responses, gesturing at himself as he did

Are-Are you serious right now?

Phoenix Dopant. You think that means I can just throw fire around and fly? You didn't really expect me to blow myself up without knowing I'd be fine, right?

What, did you get brain damage since we last met or something?

>the Phoenix then started to walk forward, rolling his shoulders as he began to approach the wounded hero

And speaking of last time, let's pick up where we-


>suddenly the Phoenix stumbled back, as a familiar blur zipped by and smacked him in the face


>only for the Armor Dopant to latch onto his arm, trying to pull him back, much to his bewilderment

What the hell are you doing?!

I didn't need you here, I had this under control!

Bullshit you did, she was about to crush you, you idiot!

You're the idiot here, you just gave yourself away! She wasn't supposed to know you were alive yet!

And you would've done worse if she won, Mr. Honor Code!

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>Mettral felt every hair in her body stand up with anger as Phoenix growled at her
<"I just learned your name, asshole! How was I supposed to figure that out!?"
>is what she wanted to balk at him, but her body had had just about enough it could take
>as much as she hated to admit it, Armor getting in Phoenix's way was probably a lifesaver for her
>probably; it's not like she had a quick and easy escape after all
>her best bet was the ocean, but she couldn't run with her leg the way it was
>and even with their argument, she didn't think she could quietly crawl over to the edge of the docks
>with a few seething breaths of pain, Mettral tried her best to slowly and painfully force herself back onto her feet as the Dopant exchanged words
>they were very clearly not on the same side, so maybe she could do something extremely dangerous...
Wh-...What is this al of a sudden? Amateur community theater hour or somethin'?
>she took in a deep breath, a slight whistling sound leaving the crumpled mess that was her nose
If your plan all along was to just double-team me, you could've saved us a heck of a long time starting out that way!
>she yelled out, aiming the blame directly onto Armor
Even with two of you, ya still don't feel confident enough to take me on fair and square, huh~!?
>she slammed a fist into her palm, every stubborn bone in her body working in tandem to ignore the horrible pain she was still in
Well when you two ladies are done putting on each other's makeup, I'll be more than happy to wipe my feet on both of you cheap-shot-lovin' rats!
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>both Dopants directed their attention to Mettral once she cut another promo on them, only briefly stopping their fight
>if her intent was to further agitate them, it worked in at least one case, as Phoenix resumed walking towards her, fire starting to coat one of his arms

I've had just about enough of you and your mouth-

>but he was again cut off by a thwack, Armor dashing forward to sucker punch him again


>while he wasn't as quick as Armor, he was still able to snap him into a headlock before he could get away again, pulling him back in the process

>but this didn't seem to stop Armor from doing something more important

M-Mettral! It's...it's a drug!

Hey! What're you-

This is a drug! The Gaia Memories! That's why we're forced to do this!

Shut up! Whatever you're trying to do-

Look into the previous cases! You'll understand what's at stake here!

OK, that's it!

>the fire on Phoenix's arm suddenly increased in intensity, to the point of Armor feeling like he was standing right next to a sun

>and it even looked like that, as the intensity came with a bright flash of light, more for Mettral than for anyone else, lighting up the area to blinding degrees
>it lasted for a minute or so, but once it faded, both Dopants had vanished, with only the flickering flames of Phoenix's arrival to indicate they were ever there

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>Mettral blinked, being taken by surprise as Armor just cried out like that
D-Drug? Hey! What do ya mean-
>but before she could even try and ask, that damn Phoenix got in the way
>the blinding light forced the masked woman to quickly shield her eyes
>her brain was screaming at her body to move, but it had just about had enough
>when she managed to open her eyes again, the two were both gone
>she wasn't sure if Phoenix had blown himself up like last time, but that didn't seem likely with how (comparatively) little damage there was to the surroundings
<"...a drug...?"
>Mettral wobbled a bit on her feet, Armor's words bouncing around in her head
>this was information; not a whole lot of it, but information nonetheless
>and if her hunch was right, Armor might still be alive... hopefully
>if he was willing to give her something more, even just a little bit more... then she really had no choice but to try and save him
>Mettral fell, her legs giving up on holding her completely
>she crumbled up on the floor, in tremendous pain and bleeding pretty badly
>but she couldn't exactly move; just lie there and hope to any god passing by that someone would find her
>preferably soon; her ass was freezing out here
<"You better not die on me, you bastard... not before I kill you!"

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