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Ragnarök-RP Thread

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Premise:​

The world has been ravaged by disease, hunger, war, and every sort of strife humanity could experience due to a meteorite crashing into the Earth. Not many are left, except for a group of people that isolate themselves from the outside world to escape into the dream world, where they can be whatever they want to be. Soon though, the calamities of the real world begin to seep into the dream world, marking the beginning of Ragnarök, the end of days. You must combat the calamities that escape into you're world, or join them and embrace destruction.


First Wave/Battle for the Eastern Corner:​

The Dream World, split into corners and sections based on the four cardinal directions, is unfathomable in its size. The Eastern Corner, the continent of commerce and trading, has been ravaged by Monarchists looking to profit off of the skills of its citizens. If you follow the banner of order, Harmony, you follow Captain Rory and her battalion of Harmonists sent to take back the Eastern Corner. If you follow the banner of chaos, Monarchy, you will attempt to thwart these attempts, while also attempting to blend with the coming calamities and achieve your own personal goals. The battalion of peace is approaching the city at an alarming rate and has just arrived. How will you attempt to approach this?

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("Life is but a dream ... How much longer will that children's rhyme remain significant to humanity in it's most pathetic state? Unable to face the consequences of their own folly. Refusing to face their own failure. Hiding away in dreams within dreams. Cowardice. If they refuse to wake up -- if they choose to live in mere illusion -- I shall show them the futility of running; of dreaming. I will give them ... Ragnarök.")

A cloaked figure stands atop a small cliff nearing the Eastern Border, observing the march from a distance. Her eyes stare daggers to the distance and the false horizon she's been gazing at for years. They won't be allowed to pass, not easily. She holds a small cellular device to her chest as her brows furrow. Murmuring underneath her breath, she speaks to the active caller in a hushed tone. Slight whirrs of machinery are heard building up in rapid succession. The distance between her and the opposing forces grows exponentially, as does the massive tension.

"I'll deal with them. Their leader . . . will be troublesome to take down. But even a will like hers is sure to break. Allow me to work my magic."

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"Ayo, Pandora. I see you got here before I was able to get here." A man of malice, cloaked in the bloodlust of a murderous devil, stepped up from below the woman. The sight of his mask was a symbol of death. The sound of his footsteps was a single to run away for even the hardiest of soldiers, but the strongest on this battlefield were of an entirely different breed from the rest...

Kill-Gaia, Chief of Slayer, also seemed to be interested in the coming expedition.
"I wished you didn't send them so far away though, I haven't been able to tussle with Rory for over half a decade now."

He fancied the Immaculate Primodona more than most, he valued strong level-headed woman and had been working with her unnofically for quite a while now.
"I'd expect you to try and charge right at them, but a scientist will be a scientist I suppose. Logical and calm. You bore me sometimes, you know that?"


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("The world up above won't let your dreams come true, because the world up above isn't nice to people like you and me. But I can change you into everything you've ever wanted ... if you're willing to make a deal ")

On the corner of a street, in a dark alley, a person would be looking at what is coming to the city of dreams, he would be concentrating on various thoughts of how he should make his movements.

"Chaos and order are always in conflict, but order is sometimes not good" said one of his snakes

then he noticed more people with a touch of darkness in their hearts


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"You know my methods. Best to play with their minds rather than risk any casualties. With a sound strategy, we can defeat them without even having to lift a finger."

The cloaked figure gave a gentle chuckle as she continued to observe. The others, that which carried death in a whisper, were noticed and acknowledged. With a toss of her head, she gently nodded, however, less-so to Kill Gaia. They had ... differences in their approaches. But he was efficient, she would give him that. Turning again with a swish of her cape, her eyes remained peeled for any change in position. Then, a mechanical gauntlet of her own would be raised, spraying a shower of illusionary light onto the trench below her where they'd take humanoid shape. Expanding and multiplying into the shape of a formidable army.

"I would like to tire them out first."

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"Meh. It seems you've got the situation relatively under control. I won't interfere any more than that. But.. I do feel like somebody is watching us from a rather far distance. An Extinction specialist, maybe? No no.. This one seems to be a rather rare case. Dark, a little edgy if you ask me."

Gaia could notice that man in the shadows easily, imploring him to join the two on the hill in a swift hand motion.

"This'll definitely stop her troops, but not Rory or any of the strong ones. We'll need all the help we can get. Don't you agree?"
 
A silent nod at first, directing her army of illusions, all clad in her signature, 'indestructible' armor. By the dozens, they marched on towards their adversaries, raising their blades in perfect sync. Almost like an army of marionettes. Pleased with her work, she would turn back towards the others.

"I've noticed it as well, but it wasn't a significant variable. Although, I must agree. Sending an army of harmless images can only do so much. We must give them a blend of both authentic and fake. Disorient them. Make them choose what's real and what isn't. That's something they seem to have difficulty in, anyways."

Her philosophies were not unknown to her partners. And there was venomous spite dripping from her tongue upon the sound of that last sentence.
 
Gaia could notice that man in the shadows easily, imploring him to join the two on the hill in a swift hand motion.
From the nearby shadows the dark-robed man came out looking at the two people. He took several steps and looked at the people analyzing better, then he looked at what he determined as the objective of these people and spoke.

"Do you think this is the only threat in town for now or just the beginning?"
 
Oh crap looks like i have been summoned those monarchist are at it again. I got to babes see you later oh and slannesh don`t torture my rule 34 summons it takes a lot of time to summon them back. Its not like there are a lot of rule 34 fiction going on in the dreamworld with the appocalyse.

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"Do you think this is the only threat in town for now or just the beginning?"
"Heh, if it was over this quickly, It wouldn't even be worth calling a battlefield." Gaia didn't give a precise answer to the man on purpose, chuckling through his mask. On the other side..


"Ma'am, what should we do? We are being approached at an alarming rate." A grunt soldier approached the iron commander, bowing down.

"Obliterate them." The woman spoke bluntly and calmly.
"They are mere illusions, I'm guessing. Gaia isn't an illusionist, and the man in black seems to be rather straightforward himself. It's the girl with them.." Rory drew her sword from it's sheath.

"I'll fight her myself. Majin, take care of Kill-Gaia, Drake will take on the dark one. If all goes well, we should be able to breach the walls by sundown."
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( I have already watched one nation collapse into ruin, I will not stand idly by while another suffers the same fate!)

this is what Drake thought as he was marching with the order of harmony, his hand gripped tightly on his sword "Kingesbane" as he awaited the upcoming battle. he was near the front of the march, clad in gladiatorial armor that offered minimal protection but allowed him to move easier on the battlefield. Hearing Captain Rory's orders, Drake imminently complied, summoning a large warhorse, Drake mounted the animal, before galloping towards the incoming illusions, his thoughts only towards reaching the dark man that he would face in combat.
 
Rory walked forward to the army of puppets, grasping the hilt of her Holy Blade, Durandal. Its radiance shining like that of the sun.
"We will fight them thoroughly, but honorably." She constantly repeated that sentence as she dashed towards the Puppateer's army.

"We will cleave them into pieces with grace and nobility." She chanted like it was her mantra, allowing Drake to deal with the army of puppets as she gracefully leaped into the air and onto the hill, half-way up it to be exact.

"I don't suppose you three will allow me to pass?" She yelled to the Monarchists on the top.
 
("She didn't even bother with them . . . She must know . . .")

Pandora's brows furrowed once more upon the advance of the leader. Yet, she was in perfect reach. Her own plans would likely reach completion if she was to simply buy a bit of time from the leader. For she herself could very well be the key to the destruction of the Harmonists' morale. Therefore, her slightly worried look would transform into that of a cocky smirk, reaching into her pockets.

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"Not easily."

With a mere gesture, four spherical objects would be slid out of her clothes, rolling onto the ground. They would continue to spread apart in directions that covered the majority of the cliff's climbable terrain. They were small, good for stealth-based offense and perfect for keeping Rory on her toes. In brief moments, once rolled down the hill, they would reveal their true functions as grenades. Simultaneously combusting and attempting to blow the fragments of rocky surface -- and the one standing upon them, to smithereens.
 
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("Traps, huh? I don't have time for this. . .")
"Drake, come to my side. Protect me from this vixen. Take the blast."
She yelled out loud, summoning the gladiatorial warrior to her side. It perhaps was concerning for those on her side that she was willing to allow somebody else to take the blast for her, but this was war, and in her eyes, she needed to use all the solutions she had. The mantra referring to honor that she chanted was merely to keep her calm in the situation.
 
("Traps, huh? I don't have time for this. . .")
"Drake, come to my side. Protect me from this vixen. Take the blast."
She yelled out loud, summoning the gladiatorial warrior to her side. It perhaps was concerning for those on her side that she was willing to allow somebody else to take the blast for her, but this was war, and in her eyes, she needed to use all the solutions she had. The mantra referring to honor that she chanted was merely to keep her calm in the situation.

Thinking quickly, Drake grabs his shield from behind his back, activating one of its functions, he produced a mighty forcefield around himself and the Captain, shielding them from the explosions that rocked the terrain where they stood

"I am not your meat shield, Captain" Drake yelled angrily at the girl who transported him. he was angry, and slightly disoriented from being teleported so suddenly.
 
"Are you telling me you were being held up by a battalion of puppets made by a mere witch and couldn't take a minute to protect me? Drake, you're morale has waned from the vixen's tactics. She's logical, cold. If I were to think the same way, it's clear she wishes to decrease my morale, therefore my entire armies morale. Standard battle tactics, really."

Rory walks towards Pandora, expecting more to come towards her. She pointed her sword towards her. "And the Majin is getting feisty underestimating Gaia, it will most likely bring his end. Now, shut up, and face the man in shadows." Rory pointed to the man clad in darkness.

"I will make sure this one dies, painfully."

("Our goal is to pierce the border, not destroy the Monarchists. . . Can she know that? Perhaps, she is rather cocky.")
 
A wicked grin spread across the Primadonna's visage, seeing the woman approach. A smooth as butter remark emanated from her lips. It was nonchalant, relaxed. And most of all, it was certainly mocking. Distracting the from the very calculated mind she possessed, working out a way to play to the strengths of her technology and the weaknesses of the Harmonists.

"So, The Archangel of Death uses her own men to protect her -- like knights coming to save a helpless princess. I expected more from you. But this also provokes a curious thought. How many have died trying to protect you?"



Extending her gauntlet forth, she'd focus her mind on the ground between her. An attempt to use her gauntlet's telekinetic prowess to grab ahold of the terrain. From a. distance, it began to shake thoroughly before she clenched her fist, attempting to break off that small patch of land from the cliff. A swinging motion of her arm would allow her to send the fragment of earth sliding down the cliff. More distance to create -- but not too much. She knew the type of Dream that could help her most in this kind of situation. And she was fully expecting it. Rory was a mere bud that needed to be nurtured before it could fully bloom. Now a mere block of wood before it could truly be molded and sculpted into a puppet.
 
"...You." Gaia walked towards the Majin, without saying a word or making a sound in the process. Even his footsteps amounted to nothing but deafness.
"Disgusting. You've sickened me. Why do you talk? Why do you exist? I don't like it." He points his bat at the Majin and his golem summons.

"You are not beautiful." His weapon coats itself in red lightning.
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"You'll die slow."
 
"Are you telling me you were being held up by a battalion of puppets made by a mere witch and couldn't take a minute to protect me? Drake, you're morale has waned from the vixen's tactics. She's logical, cold. If I were to think the same way, it's clear she wishes to decrease my morale, therefore my entire armies morale. Standard battle tactics, really."

Rory walks towards Pandora, expecting more to come towards her. She pointed her sword towards her. "And the Majin is getting feisty underestimating Gaia, it will most likely bring his end. Now, shut up, and face the man in shadows." Rory pointed to the man clad in darkness.

"I will make sure this one dies, painfully."

("Our goal is to pierce the border, not destroy the Monarchists. . . Can she know that? Perhaps, she is rather cocky.")

"as you wish Captain," Drake said, seeing the logic behind her words. regaining his composure, he focuses his attention once more towards reaching the enemy above him them.

Drake continues to raise his shield, maintaining a forcefield around a several-meter area around himself.

"I suppose it's about time I place my own troops into the fray"

Raising one hand into the air, a bright light emits from his palm, all around him Humanoid shapes began to emerge. These translucent beings begin to take shape, taking the form of men dressed in what appears to be armor from the middle ages, similar to those found on knights in Europe. These warriors rapidly pushed forward, holding shields in one hand while grasping swords in the other, both of which were as translucent and ghostly as the warriors themselves. His small group numbered around 50, each of them looked to be experienced warriors, ready to fight and die for their cause.
 
"So, The Archangel of Death uses her own men to protect her -- like knights coming to save a helpless princess. I expected more from you. But this also provokes a curious thought. How many have died trying to protect you?"



Extending her gauntlet forth, she'd focus her mind on the ground between her. An attempt to use her gauntlet's telekinetic prowess to grab ahold of the terrain. From a. distance, it began to shake thoroughly before she clenched her fist, attempting to break off that small patch of land from the cliff. A swinging motion of her arm would allow her to send the fragment of earth sliding down the cliff. More distance to create -- but not too much. She knew the type of Dream that could help her most in this kind of situation. And she was fully expecting it. Rory was a mere bud that needed to be nurtured before it could fully bloom. Now a mere block of wood before it could truly be molded and sculpted into a puppet.

"Please. I merely didn't want to have to exert the effort to dodge it myself. Drake is admittedly our most durable soldier, he can take something such as that and it wouldn't slow him down for a second." Rory thought to herself as the piece of Earth came flying towards her.. What could the vixen be planning? She was a cunning woman, so she was definitely expecting her to do something. Plotting something..

"If I may ask, what are you expecting me to do here? What Dream do you wish for me to invoke? I'm a master of none of them you see. Not Activation not Extinction, and definitely not Summoning.. I think you're thinking a little to highly of a coward like me if you have some conspicuous plan for me."

Rory allows the attack to get closer to her, holding the tip of her sword to it. She stopped it. Sending not even a slight vibration through her blade, the boulder fell down, allowing Rory to merely move around it as it rolled down.
 
"Please. I merely didn't want to have to exert the effort to dodge it myself. Drake is admittedly our most durable soldier, he can take something such as that and it wouldn't slow him down for a second." Rory thought to herself as the piece of Earth came flying towards her.. What could the vixen be planning? She was a cunning woman, so she was definitely expecting her to do something. Plotting something..

"If I may ask, what are you expecting me to do here? What Dream do you wish for me to invoke? I'm a master of none of them you see. Not Activation not Extinction, and definitely not Summoning.. I think you're thinking a little to highly of a coward like me if you have some conspicuous plan for me."

Rory allows the attack to get closer to her, holding the tip of her sword to it. She stopped it. Sending not even a slight vibration through her blade, the boulder fell down, allowing Rory to merely move around it as it rolled down.
She let out a snicker. Closing the distance wouldn't be easy, she could tell that much. From the data she had seen regarding her combat strategies, she was more of a physical fighter. Using that sword of hers to get up close and personal. And that knowledge, that she wasn't even a master of the Dreams. That was all she needed to know. Poor little puppet, telling her exactly what she needed to know. It was with that knowledge that that she realized ranged attacks would actively force her to use one of the Dreams to get close to her. And that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted her to strain herself. Because that would make her ultimate plan that much more easy to see to completion.

"A coward that uses others to fight their battles for them isn't fit to lead. Your men die and fall -- and for what? Something that isn't even real. You disgust me, but you also fascinate me, Archangel. You're beautiful. And I can't wait to taint that beauty."

Leaping upwards into the air with a gust of air, she would be sent flying further down the path of the cliffside. Spinning like a ballerina in perfect form. But on the tips of her fingers were three smaller grenades, simply rolled down her sleeves. They'd fly downwards, rolling across the plains towards her -- when suddenly -- she VANISHED! In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared into thin air whilst in midair, only to reappear a few meters to the right! Swinging across the air, she'd release three more grenades in rapid succession in order to bombard her with more attacks to counteract. Blink! Gone again, reappearing one more time -- this time at the edge of a small forest behind her where she'd finally reach the ground, her arm following through on a bowling-strike-like toss of three more succeeding grenades, all determined to lock onto their opponent's figure. If successful, a cloud of smoke would be created from the absolute destruction that she'd caused -- making it easier for her to follow-up with her next strategy, clouding vision.
 
("Oh, I see. That's what you're doing. . .")

Rory realized the girl's plan as soon as she executed it. Well, almost. She knew why she was attacking but didn't know what she'd do next. She readied her blade, pressing her feet into the ground.

"But, the simplest abilities can create something deadly when used correctly.. Also, I do appreciate the compliment of my appearance. Not many are interested in a muscular deva, as they call me.." Precognition. Her ability to see 10 seconds into the future by invoking the power of Extinction to bend this world's laws to her whim and allow her to peek into the future.

"Ten seconds is all I need to cut you down, vixen." Rory steeled herself, bending her torso in a way that was physically impossible for a human, but she wasn't a normal human of course! For the first row of grenades, she brilliantly swung herself in a line of successive swings that formed blades of light in the air.

"Ah, that's what you mean to do." The blades spun in a circle- creating saws of light that shone enough to blind any normal human. Rory and the blades of light did their work, and in a waltz of death, that seemed like she was genuinely dancing on mere air--performing movements that would stun even the most talented of dancers, cut the grenades in such a neat way, that the explosions didn't even occur.

"And that's 3 seconds left." Rory stood there as the 3 seconds of her precognition swiftly slipped away. She simply stood as she waited for the next attack. "If you wish to dance with me, well.. Who am I to decline the request of a lady? I failed to honor my statement of cutting you down in 10 seconds, so I should at least humor you with a dance."
 
"I appreciate talented dancers more than I do princesses who wait for their princely partners."

As she concentrated on negating the grenades, she smirked, knowing that she had gotten what she wanted. A demonstration of her Extinction Dream. Just a little more of that. What she could achieve with the power of dreams, she could counter with technology without any disadvantage. Reality once again won out. Although she had to admit her swordsmanship was impressive. However, some of those grenades weren't exactly meant for her -- some landed a few meters in front of her and were detonated then and there -- that smoke from the third wave of grenades would provide a wall of clouds a good distance away from the disrupted second, with her arm raised slightly to block the incoming dust -- and inadvertently, her sight from the blinding light.

In that instance -- her gauntlet was raised slightly, spraying out a beam of light that formed into humanoid shape once again. This time creating perfect replicas of the woman's body, all spread apart after the clouds of smoke dissipated. Each one in a different direction, and impossible to tell the difference of. Replicating the same actions as the source. Pulling out some sort of pistol from out of their pocket. And aiming for the captain. The Eclipse was drawn. But which was the real Pandora?

"And I've been waiting quite a while for this dance, Archangel."

The moment she took a move towards her -- the real one would create a blast of pure darkness from the weapon, enveloping whatever it touched in all-consuming gloom. Should the blast cover the eyes -- in her own twisted variation of her blinding light -- her vision would once again be temporarily clouded by the void. The truth of these clones, was in the original's eyes. Of all of them -- only one retained her natural hue of green whilst the others were purple.
 
"Really? I'm quite flattered. But, I won't allow you to break me." Rory steeled herself once more, getting in sort of a.. inefficient position. She used a long sword, but she carried herself as if she was wielding a katana, which would throw her off balance when she moved.

"I assume you're proud of your technology, does it help to show you're grip on reality? To prove that reality can beat dreams? I'm inclined to agree with you." As Rory finished her sentence, the very space around her body distorted.

"I liked reality myself, really. But, I also valued the nature of dreams, where I could be anything I wanted to be.. My goal is completely opposite of yours, vixen."

"That's right. No matter the cost. I will unite the World of Dreams with Reality, and bring about a new age of peace. And I'll do it with whatever means I have at my disposal. A united front, and a united universe, will be a true paradise.." Her blade cracked space itself, a swing of it slipping through said cracks and instantly destroying one of the clones.

She planned to use only her Extinction Dream to humiliate Pandora. She'd use a single Dream, and absolutely crush her so she would drive her enemy into despair. Perhaps she was too mentally steeled for that.. No, most definitely. But Rory didn't want to break her. Only to kill her..

She didn't plan to move from her spot and give the bitch a chance to attack, so she used her Extinction Dream to create cracks in space that would allow her slices to teleport to her enemy. It was completely random.. She didn't know what she was hitting or who she was hitting, well she knew who, but not which who... So she planned to rely on her luck, and hopefully she'd get lucky enough to remove the vixen's head from her neck.
 
''Wow they are really going at it. So what do think of my offer want to switch opponents.?''
"No. I'm not considering it at all, you devil." Gaia walked up to him, face to face, close and personal. Although Gaia was considerably taller than him.
"I only want to fight Rory. She'll win. Pandora's chances of breaking her mentally are 0. And her chances of physically exhausting her are 0.001%. She's a technician, a strategist.. Combat like this isn't her specialty. If she lets Rory get a bit too close, she's dead."

Gaia chuckled a bit though.. "And while you're offering me to fight her, I don't want to get in the way of Pandora's fun. I like strong women like them. They'll settle their business soon enough."
 
''Oh well. Wonderland. Thats should stall you for about a few minutes enjoy fighting illusionary opponets. Now then Golems,Robots,Zombies Summon

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Ah that took more energy than i thought. He should be waking up now. Time to get starting. Zombies swarm him. Extinction Dream flesh is more flamable now. Explosion
 
"Really? I'm quite flattered. But, I won't allow you to break me." Rory steeled herself once more, getting in sort of a.. inefficient position. She used a long sword, but she carried herself as if she was wielding a katana, which would throw her off balance when she moved.

"I assume you're proud of your technology, does it help to show you're grip on reality? To prove that reality can beat dreams? I'm inclined to agree with you." As Rory finished her sentence, the very space around her body distorted.

"I liked reality myself, really. But, I also valued the nature of dreams, where I could be anything I wanted to be.. My goal is completely opposite of yours, vixen."

"That's right. No matter the cost. I will unite the World of Dreams with Reality, and bring about a new age of peace. And I'll do it with whatever means I have at my disposal. A united front, and a united universe, will be a true paradise.." Her blade cracked space itself, a swing of it slipping through said cracks and instantly destroying one of the clones.

She planned to use only her Extinction Dream to humiliate Pandora. She'd use a single Dream, and absolutely crush her so she would drive her enemy into despair. Perhaps she was too mentally steeled for that.. No, most definitely. But Rory didn't want to break her. Only to kill her..

She didn't plan to move from her spot and give the bitch a chance to attack, so she used her Extinction Dream to create cracks in space that would allow her slices to teleport to her enemy. It was completely random.. She didn't know what she was hitting or who she was hitting, well she knew who, but not which who... So she planned to rely on her luck, and hopefully she'd get lucky enough to remove the vixen's head from her neck.
"Your conviction is admirable -- but misplaced. Dreams have no place in Reality. Only optimists have such ideals. Realists like me -- believe the world should be born through hardship. Through real pain and strength! You truly are a coward for believing such a dream can be possible -- you're too scared to face the hand you were dealt with!"

Pandora was clever enough to set up one idea in the girl's head. That she was too proud, too committed to her ideals to use the power of Dreams. But the truth of the matter was, she had been training, specifically in Extinction Dream, to enforce her will upon this pitiful world. Because of that -- she had fallen directly into her trap. Using Extinction twice. That must have put a strain on someone who wasn't even a master of the element. A mental strain. A toothy grin as shown as she played her hidden hand, swinging her gauntleted hand towards the side, a motion that was replicated by the remaining four duplicates to repair those cracks in space. All according to plan. The reason why .... Why she never showed her combat capabilities to the Harmonists -- to her own comrades -- she adored the element of surprise.

When used her gauntlet then -- the illusions she had created of herself were indeed fake. But the Eclipses were not. Using her metallic handguard's power to manifest them out of pure data and hold them up as if the illusions were moving and positioning them on their own accord -- as if they were a part of the illusion. But the moment she'd slice one of her clones, she might have gained a clue as to what this strategy truly was. For when she cut them open and destroyed them -- the gun fell to the ground. All she had to do was snap her fingers to give the order to fire and without the illusions even needing to visibly project their attack -- the guns fired on their own accord, all attempting to hit the captain with their stun function. Completely surrounded! Humiliation ... would be her burden to bear!
 
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''Dreams have no place in reality huh. You know for a scientist she is really clueless. Where would the ariplane be if we didn`t dream of flight or the rockets if we didn`t dream of space. Dreams are important they inspire us. A dream is only a dream until someone realises it. Anyway i am sure you are probably bored of the talk so lets continue the fight.''
 
"Your conviction is admirable -- but misplaced. Dreams have no place in Reality. Only optimists have such ideals. Realists like me -- believe the world should be born through hardship. Through real pain and strength! You truly are a coward for believing such a dream can be possible -- you're too scared to face the hand you were dealt with!"

Pandora was clever enough to set up one idea in the girl's head. That she was too proud, too committed to her ideals to use the power of Dreams. But the truth of the matter was, she had been training, specifically in Extinction Dream, to enforce her will upon this pitiful world. Because of that -- she had fallen directly into her trap. Using Extinction twice. That must have put a strain on someone who wasn't even a master of the element. A mental strain. A toothy grin as shown as she played her hidden hand, swinging her gauntleted hand towards the side, a motion that was replicated by the remaining four duplicates to repair those cracks in space. All according to plan. The reason why .... Why she never showed her combat capabilities to the Harmonists -- to her own comrades -- she adored the element of surprise.

When used her gauntlet then -- the illusions she had created of herself were indeed fake. But the Eclipses were not. Using her metallic handguard's power to manifest them out of pure data and hold them up as if the illusions were moving and positioning them on their own accord -- as if they were a part of the illusion. But the moment she'd slice one of her clones, she might have gained a clue as to what this strategy truly was. For when she cut them open and destroyed them -- the gun fell to the ground. All she had to do was snap her fingers to give the order to fire and without the illusions even needing to visibly project their attack -- the guns fired on their own accord, all attempting to hit the captain with their stun function. Completely surrounded! Humiliation ... would be her burden to bear!
"You know, Pandora.." Rory could feel how her cracks in space being repaired rather easily, and of course, she knew using Extinction Dream so frivolously was a mistake as well.. She could already feel it--her mind beginning to take its toll, cracking, bit by bit. She honestly had no plan to counter this. No strategy. No meticulous plot.. All she knew,

Was that this girl infuriated her to no end.

"I'm so ******* tired of hearing you're voice.." The vixen was right, Rory did love the element of surprise, more than most. To do something out of the norm to shock the in order to humiliate the opponent. Rory's eyes began to bleed as she steeled herself once more, her muscles tightening.

First, Rory using the Extinction Dream to phase through the bullets, her eyes going bloodshot.. While pretending to just use the Extinction Dream she was clearly also using the Activation Dream to boost her physical durability.. A few veins popped in her arm. Extinction and Activation were being used in conjunction with each other--which put an actual physical burden on Rory who was a master of no Dream Abilities... She would see 10 seconds into the future, which caused her eyes to pour red liquid like a waterfall.. How was she ignoring her own pain so easily and not slowing down? Simple.

The girl was completely insane. Prideful. Obsessed with her Dream. The pain was of no concern to her, and she definitely felt a lot of it.
"There you are..!" Rory threw her blade in the direction of Pandora at speeds most couldn't react to.. She knew the exact location of Pandora by seeing into the future but just giving up her weapon like that.. But that wasn't all. She ran towards the direction the sword was going.

"Summoning. Secret Sword, Bakuzan." She also had a spare weapon up her sleeve.
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''Dreams have no place in reality huh. You know for a scientist she is really clueless. Where would the ariplane be if we didn`t dream of flight or the rockets if we didn`t dream of space. Dreams are important they inspire us. A dream is only a dream until someone realises it. Anyway i am sure you are probably bored of the talk so lets continue the fight.''
"Look, I honestly couldn't care less about Pandora's beliefs." Gaia stretched his arms out a bit. Before the Majin could notice what he was doing, space around him was distorted, and then poof! Gaia was gone. But then the Majin felt something touch his shoulder.

"I plan to preserve the Dream World. Without it, well.. How will I be able to ravage it even more?" When did he teleport?!
"Anyway, bye bye." Gaia tapped his shoulder, the Majin's body being compressed in a instant, and before he knew it.. He was on the other side of the battlefield, without a scratch on him. He must've teleported him away..

"I don't wanna fight you, or you're nerf-brand illusions."
 
''Oh well time to go home my job is done my babes are waiting for me before leaving though Golems ,Zombie, Robots go help Rory and observe the others in battle there might me some useful powers to copy."
"Majin." As Rory was running towards Pandora, ready to tear her to pieces, she quietly called out to the Majin. Yet.. somehow he could still hear it even though it was so quiet.

"Stay, and fight. I won't ask again. If you decide to run away.. I'll kill you myself." The adrenaline pumping through her veins was like a factory pumping oil to power a machine, but she wasn't a factory, just a worker. Trying to be a machine without the mastery it took to be one would cause her to collapse if she didn't get this done soon. And so, she needed all the help she could get..

"If you won't fight Kill-Gaia, then help me fight Pandora.. Now."
 
"You know, Pandora.." Rory could feel how her cracks in space being repaired rather easily, and of course, she knew using Extinction Dream so frivolously was a mistake as well.. She could already feel it--her mind beginning to take its toll, cracking, bit by bit. She honestly had no plan to counter this. No strategy. No meticulous plot.. All she knew,

Was that this girl infuriated her to no end.

"I'm so ******* tired of hearing you're voice.." The vixen was right, Rory did love the element of surprise, more than most. To do something out of the norm to shock the in order to humiliate the opponent. Rory's eyes began to bleed as she steeled herself once more, her muscles tightening.

First, Rory using the Extinction Dream to phase through the bullets, her eyes going bloodshot.. While pretending to just use the Extinction Dream she was clearly also using the Activation Dream to boost her physical durability.. A few veins popped in her arm. Extinction and Activation were being used in conjunction with each other--which put an actual physical burden on Rory who was a master of no Dream Abilities... She would see 10 seconds into the future, which caused her eyes to pour red liquid like a waterfall.. How was she ignoring her own pain so easily and not slowing down? Simple.

The girl was completely insane. Prideful. Obsessed with her Dream. The pain was of no concern to her, and she definitely felt a lot of it.
"There you are..!" Rory threw her blade in the direction of Pandora at speeds most couldn't react to.. She knew the exact location of Pandora by seeing into the future but just giving up her weapon like that.. But that wasn't all. She ran towards the direction the sword was going.

"Summoning. Secret Sword, Bakuzan." She also had a spare weapon up her sleeve.
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"Where's that motivation you had earlier?"

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All going according to plan. The more her mind weakened, the more her deck became stacked. She was going full-throttle, forgetting her mind slowly but surely, and acting on pure instinct. On bloodlust. A brain like that was no match against her ever-calculated, constantly analyzing mind. She stood there watching her descent into becoming putty in her hands with interest. Her Dream. It would be her downfall. Putting so many eggs into one basket. But then ...

"What's -- ... "

VOOOOMMMM......

A phenomenon that only occurred once every battle -- but even then, was considerably rare. Time seemed to slow to a crawl around the woman, though she herself felt paralyzed in place. There was nothing she could do but watch what lied in front of her. Suddenly, she was viewing her own life in the third-person, watching Rory advance towards her with some new blade, swinging at what could have been a soon-to-be corpse with a decapitated head. A vision of the future thrusted before her eyes. Triggered by the extremely high possibility of death. Her senses remained sharp as time began to unwind -- and she felt her muscles loosening. Concentrating her mental energy on her bracelet, she'd attempt to teleport out of the way in a blink, given a healthy amount of time to react.

KRRRRRRRRRKKk...... tik tik tik tik .....

If all had gone according to plan, the woman's body would have immediately swooped out of harms way, disappearing into thin air before reappearing a good ways away in the opposite direction. However, her mind was quick one. Deciding to unleash one of her more calculated and interesting versions of her strategies to give her an advantage. Her first instinct was of course, to reach into her pocket to slide two pills into her mouth. Once swallowed, she would begin to feel a bit strange -- then vibrantly confident and smug. Strong feelings of vigor would sweep through her own mind. Was this the work of the pills? The girl .... was manipulating her own emotions! Forcefully activating her own Activation Dream!

"Now ... I'm MOTIVATED!"

Holding out her hand, she would summon forth a long digitized body of data, replacing that of the Eclipse. It began to expand in size, forming into something sharp and lengthy with her hand grasping the handle. When it had completed but a moment later, she had summoned some sort of unholy blade, drenched in utter darkness. This was the legendary and infamous Noir Blade. It's demonic influence could be felt from meters away. Nevertheless, the woman swung it towards her sides as if it's weight was nothing! She slightly raised it such that it remained parallel with her head whilst her gauntleted hand remained outstretched. Surging strength blossomed within her! At the first opportunity, she'd initiate a counter strike. And she knew just how to get her to come.

"Still hiding behind a prince? Maybe you really are a helpless damsel in distress after all... Hm! Well, what's one more life under your conscience?"

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