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Everybody Wants to Rule the World 31

Right, making them stronger would be extremely beneficial to us... Hm?

Barian seems uncomfortable. The Order did always say taking in differing opinions is essential.

"What do you think, Barian?"
 
The child stared at the newcomer who had offered to come closer to the woman and frowned, glaring at his ever so slightly. "Alright, but don't try anything funny. I'm watching you."
 
"Right, right."

I then slowing move closer to the unconclious woman.

Once close enought i crouch down and use my information analysis to check if she has anything broken.
 
Still in slime form, the clone hops onto Patrick's shoulder.

"How do you plan on waking them up?" It asks.
 
Despite such a rough crash, nothing was broken, though with some good analysis you'd determine that her entire body seemed to be made up of fibers or little bits of thread that make up her entire being.
 
Still fighting against myself, i get close to the woman. I have a way i think i could wake her up, but it will be hard if the feeling keeps up.

As i get closer, my hand rises against my will. This is bad. It plans to blow them up and destroy this entire country!

Shit, i need to fight against it. I don't know what it is, but at the moment it doesn't matter. I fight against it with all my might.

It feels like i'm playing a game of tug of war, except i need to pull all atoms of my body to win.

I somehow manage to win the game and not do it. Sweat runs through my face. I let out a relieved sigh.

However, i feeling something else. Something worst.
 
"There are indeed multiple kinds of souls. I'm talking about souls that don't have a personality or self awareness. It would be like picking a field full of flowers." I say.
 
And the woman, Jesebell, would suddenly bolt up shortly after her eyes opened. She looked around at all the people around her, including a walking article of clothing, and stared at them all with a deadpan expression. "Who are you people? Where am I? What do you want with me?"

"Gosh, she asks lots of questions."
 
Azuma thinks about it. "You, my slimy friend, are genius!" Azuma summons 8 Azuma's to go out and get worshiper via kawaii.
 
Having spent some time finding put the crazy shit that Marble Phantasm can do, i walk through the wall of the building before search the rest of the moon
 
[I am Sydney or whichever city in world 2 corresponds to Sydney, or the closest city to Sydney if someone destroyed poor Sydney]
 
Hl3 or bust said:
Having spent some time finding put the crazy shit that Marble Phantasm can do, i walk through the wall of the building before search the rest of the moon
[You'd eventually come across Mikage's moon base.]
 
I am relieved. "This person is ok, so i should be able to answer her..."

However, at that moment, my eyes go wide open, veins showing up around them. I feel a piercing pain in my chest, not just physically, but metaphysically as well. I immediatly put my hand in my chest and and start breathing heavy.

"...aag..." i try to stop sounds and words and screams from coming out of my mouth. Even if i am part of Mikage's party, i can't let them know, expecially with the new person around. This is my own problem.

****. This hurts. This really hurts. I just need to hold it back, a little longer...

I take a look inside my soul. It hurts to even look at it, but there seems to be a black stain in my soul. It is probably the cause of this. It grows eyes, that give me a sick, twisted, chaotic look.

[On the outside i look the same, except for how i am breating fast, sweating amd with a hand in my chest]
 
[It will totally work this time i swear, just need a little flex tape to fix that soul and we're good to go.]
 
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