As, with a soft thump, the fleshy body fell to the floor, suddenly Mithias finds the hand once more clasped into his own. Looking back, he could see the stump of a neck where it's head had once been, and yet, despite lacking what in any other humanoid would have been a critical point of it's anatomy, it seemed not to care. Furthermore, not only did it not bleed, but when you look at it, the stump seems to be solid. It's as if it has no inner organs or bone structure. Small holes seem to open and close in the creature's surface, like gaping mouths, as a second blow rocks the side of your face, once more blasting you into the hard, unforgiven wall of the structure. Had you not been able to regenerate from almost any damage, these blows would pose quite a threat.

As you recover from the unexpected attack, the homonculus reaches down, picking up the featureless head, and attaches it once more to it's neck. There's a sickening squelch, and it moves around it's neck in ways impossible for any creature with bones. To all appearances, it's neck is once more attached to it's head, as if the cut had never occurred. It does the same with the hand, not seeming to bother putting up any kind of defense besides blocking the entryway. To all appearances, not only did it lack any form of self preservation instinct, but it would be quite a lot harder to kill than you had originally thought.

kishin asura said
Lu merely smiles. Not really affected by the microbes. If at all "I already developed barrier magic that filters the air and repels magic." She says "I need two seperate barriers though, but the implied "fuck you" is still noticeable. I'm a motherfucking prodigy y'know.""......well, now to fuck up shit." The mockery says. Expecting the microorganisms to kill him sometime soon

Right before the afforementioned damage is inflicted, Lu feels her barrier crashing down. Being in the middle of the specially prepared area, the Judge's powers were amplified hundredfold, perhaps thousandfold, and regardless of her magical skill, the sheer force of his magic is enough to absolutely crush her defense. While she was undoubtedly a powerful mage, she was attacking a mage of life and death, who was surrounded by his power source, billions of beings who were willingly regulating and providing magical energy, channeled through special patterns of advanced runes. it was like trying to fight the dragon slayer of fire IN THE SUN. Effectively, what I'm trying to say here is that you picked the wrong place to fight.

thewizardguy said
"Oooooh, you found that? You must be from one of the worlds indicated for absorption. It's the most efficient system I could devise for sorting, scanning, eradicating and assimilating all forms of life on a planet." She smiles, as she takes your hand. "The name's Eliza Heterodyne II. I'd ask who you are, but that really doesn't matter, now does it? I mean, you won't be yourself for much longer." She takes your hand, and happily starts guiding you through a different corridor, separating you from the vampire from earlier. "I'll show you around before you go, though. It'd be impolite to not give you a tour now that you're here."

Why are you doing this,why are you destroying worlds?

He said with a sad look on his face,a look you don't see most often

thewizardguy said
Right before the afforementioned damage is inflicted, Lu feels her barrier crashing down. Being in the middle of the specially prepared area, the Judge's powers were amplified hundredfold, perhaps thousandfold, and regardless of her magical skill, the sheer force of his magic is enough to absolutely crush her defense. While she was undoubtedly a powerful mage, she was attacking a mage of life and death, who was surrounded by his power source, billions of beings who were willingly regulating and providing magical energy, channeled through special patterns of advanced runes. it was like trying to fight the dragon slayer of fire IN THE SUN. Effectively, what I'm trying to say here is that you picked the wrong place to fight.

Lu staggered "fuck...." she gasps in pain "so. Disrupting the soular stream through the destruction of this realm wasn't enough?" A voice calls out

thewizardguy said
Unnatural lightning crackled through the air, moving from lifeform to lifeform. It was not truly electricity, which required the presence of air. It burned not the hardened bodies of the microscopic beings, but dropped from life source to life source, as it burned them from the inside. Even such small beings, lacking in such commodities as organs and skin, were burned and damaged. And yet, for every microorganism that was burned, there were a billion more. However, the feeling of the life energy around the two was amazing in how it oppressed the senses and thoughts. The man looked up, smiling. Two black wings extended from his back, and he held up a hand to Leeroy, who had settled into this charge. It was like all the sounds in the room just stopped, a sudden disconnection from the sound of Honey trying to destroy an army of microorganisms. Time was an illusion, and Leeroy moves forward only at a snail's pace, watching the events unfold around him in slow motion. The man speaks, and his tone sounds both dark and final. "A man who should have died a long time ago, living off of borrowed time. Leeroy Jenkins. I am the Judge, who dictates the barriers of life and death. I am the Agent of Balance, created by the Primals themselves, an instrument of the Eternal Creator. And I am tired of those who have cheated death for too long." Screams echoed, as Leeroy and the Judge find themselves in an infinite expanse of black, as if nothing else existed. Figures moved, shadily, reflections of the memories. He could see himself joining the Fairy Tail Guild. He could see a variety of adventures, stories playing out silently, in this surrealistic expanse."Rest in peace, Leeroy."Leeroy dropped to the ground. Sound rushed back, as Honey turned to stare. Soul in tatters, body desperately holding on to the fringes of life. It was not a strike, no grand attack from the Judge. However, Leeroy could feel them returning. The times he should have died, the cold fingers of the reaper holding his wrist. His soul shaking, as he felt each blow once more. Many lifetimes worth of suffering, condensed into this short span of time. They were coming to take him away, darkness closing in from all sides as his vision fades. And this time, it was not a darkness he could escape.

"...........bought time?....I guess so....good bye...friends......." Leeroy thinks, before his body begins to shrink, or more accurately, implode, shrink, minimize. All these words seem to fit what was happening to the wooden man's body. The soul contained in him, his kind soul, in tatters, fading. This, was most likely his last moments.
"......Hive storage." Honey says, in a melodious tones, similar to an opera singer. Then, Leeroy's body breaks apart, into bees, which flood into Honey, as does many of the roaming souls surrounding the area.

"...Get out of my kingdom you filth." Honey says, her voice now deep, and somewhat gravelly. It is obvious, she isn't the one speaking...not anymore.

supertinyking said
"...........bought time?....I guess so....good bye...friends......." Leeroy thinks, before his body begins to shrink, or more accurately, implode, shrink, minimize. All these words seem to fit what was happening to the wooden man's body. The soul contained in him, his kind soul, in tatters, fading. This, was most likely his last moments."......Hive storage." Honey says, in a melodious tones, similar to an opera singer. Then, Leeroy's body breaks apart, into bees, which flood into Honey, as does many of the roaming souls surrounding the area."...Get out of my kingdom you filth." Honey says, her voice now deep, and somewhat gravelly. It is obvious, she isn't the one speaking...not anymore.

((Took you long enough. -_-)) honey and leeroy then notice the severely injured colorless little girl, the masked warrior, and a mysterious cloaked short guy

kishin asura said
((Took you long enough. -_-)) honey and leeroy then notice the severely injured colorless little girl, the masked warrior, and a mysterious cloaked short guy

((....Do...not...get me started on why I am late. Be lucky I felt like reply today -__-)) Honey growls, and throws a rather large glob of green sap like goo at the girl.
"Take this, that tree fool said it healed those incased in it were healed....." She grumbles, obviously not liking the act of kindness, but being short on allies, finds it needed.

supertinyking said
((....Do...not...get me started on why I am late. Be lucky I felt like reply today -__-)) Honey growls, and throws a rather large glob of green sap like goo at the girl."Take this, that tree fool said it healed those incased in it were healed....." She grumbles, obviously not liking the act of kindness, but being short on allies, finds it needed.

The girl nods and gives a thumbs up
((Okay. At least you replied. Thought I was gonna have to go on the offensive on my own.))

kishin asura said
The girl nods and gives a thumbs up((Okay. At least you replied. Thought I was gonna have to go on the offensive on my own.))

The goo sinks into her skin, and heals her.
"You had better run. This is going to get ugly...." She growls.

supertinyking said
The goo sinks into her skin, and heals her."You had better run. This is going to get ugly...." She growls.

"No need to tell me twice. Fuck the million. I want to live!" The girl says as she portals away

thewizardguy said
As, with a soft thump, the fleshy body fell to the floor, suddenly Mithias finds the hand once more clasped into his own. Looking back, he could see the stump of a neck where it's head had once been, and yet, despite lacking what in any other humanoid would have been a critical point of it's anatomy, it seemed not to care. Furthermore, not only did it not bleed, but when you look at it, the stump seems to be solid. It's as if it has no inner organs or bone structure. Small holes seem to open and close in the creature's surface, like gaping mouths, as a second blow rocks the side of your face, once more blasting you into the hard, unforgiven wall of the structure. Had you not been able to regenerate from almost any damage, these blows would pose quite a threat. As you recover from the unexpected attack, the homonculus reaches down, picking up the featureless head, and attaches it once more to it's neck. There's a sickening squelch, and it moves around it's neck in ways impossible for any creature with bones. To all appearances, it's neck is once more attached to it's head, as if the cut had never occurred. It does the same with the hand, not seeming to bother putting up any kind of defense besides blocking the entryway. To all appearances, not only did it lack any form of self preservation instinct, but it would be quite a lot harder to kill than you had originally thought.

Mithias scratched the back of his head. "How many of these things does she have?!" He wasn't looking forward to having to work to kill one, let alone a ship full. He faced the creature, noting the holes in its skin that seem to be breathing, or eating. "Alright, Tsukune. We can't turn ourselves into anything right? Let's try a liquid. This is going to be so weird." Preparing himself, Mithias ran at the creature, giving himself sufficient momentum. Just as the creature batted at him with a backhand that would have cast him across the room, Mithias splashed into water, drenching the creature.

"Let's try a vapor." A voice spoke to him.

As the liquid Mithias began to collect his way into all the mouths on the homunculus, the parts of him that were on the floor vaporized into a warm mist, the particles of which also sought their way inside the homunculus.

Filling all the holes and whatever inner respiratory or circulatory system the thing had, Mithias was in a position to shut it down. "And now, a solid." He thought to himself, hardening into clay. The cells of the creature would be starved for oxygen and energy, and would quickly die, allowing Mithias to recollect himself and leave its husk behind.

kishin asura said
"No need to tell me twice. Fuck the million. I want to live!" The girl says as she portals away

She finds she can't.
"Not yet....I need you to do something....can you bind that fool in place?" The creature that used to be honey asks.

supertinyking said
She finds she can't."Not yet....I need you to do something....can you bind that fool in place?" The creature that used to be honey asks.

((About time. Also, tell no one that I am invisible. 'Kay?)) "Dunno." Lu says "the guy's crazy strong."

kishin asura said
((About time. Also, tell no one that I am invisible. 'Kay?)) "Dunno." Lu says "the guy's crazy strong."

((.....fuck. they know I'm invisible.))

The Judge watches the exchange with an almost impassive calm, with the air of one watching a squabble between children. A deeply annoying superiority, and a degree of sympathy, as if he was dealing with the unfortunate victims of a debilitating mental condition. It bled into his stance, his voice, and the very feeling of his aura, and, most infuriatingly, it was genuine. "Clinging on, unthinkingly, unchangably. It cannot be helped. You are two-dimensional beings, stuck within your own frame of mind. Can you not feel the corruption that permeats the very existence of this plane? Is the nature of reality not that of change, and should it thus not change even in it's most funadamental basics? A system of life and death, broken by fools who cheat an incompetent reaper. Is it not better simply to.... wipe the slate? To erase all the mistakes, all the foolishness, all the petty emotions and survival instincts that have broken the will of our creator?"

The judge steps forward, and as he does so, a ripple of power flows through the remains of the dimension. The white ground, formed from the manifested fabric of reality, neither matter nor energy, seemed to be falling away into darkness. Sucked into the void, strands of existence torn from the weave. With every step, the area remaining grows smaller, the edge of reality creeping ever closer to those who would stand against that Judge. "You who would stand against the end, clinging to fragments of a life steeped in failure and mistakes, know that it is with pity that I end your pathetic existence. Unable to comprehend the true reality, which underlies this world formed from sound and smell, the basic building blocks of this world, you hold on to that which you can feel, fearing the unknown." His smile quivers for a moment, as the darkness seems to flow through the cracks in the ground. The Void, realm of Omega, the Primal of the Apocalypse. It gathered in his hands, as his very existence shimmered, power gathering and multiplying, as he prepared to wipe out those who stood against him. "It will be over soon, dear children."

thewizardguy said
The Judge watches the exchange with an almost impassive calm, with the air of one watching a squabble between children. A deeply annoying superiority, and a degree of sympathy, as if he was dealing with the unfortunate victims of a debilitating mental condition. It bled into his stance, his voice, and the very feeling of his aura, and, most infuriatingly, it was genuine. "Clinging on, unthinkingly, unchangably. It cannot be helped. You are two-dimensional beings, stuck within your own frame of mind. Can you not feel the corruption that permeats the very existence of this plane? Is the nature of reality not that of change, and should it thus not change even in it's most funadamental basics? A system of life and death, broken by fools who cheat an incompetent reaper. Is it not better simply to.... wipe the slate? To erase all the mistakes, all the foolishness, all the petty emotions and survival instincts that have broken the will of our creator?"The judge steps forward, and as he does so, a ripple of power flows through the remains of the dimension. The white ground, formed from the manifested fabric of reality, neither matter nor energy, seemed to be falling away into darkness. Sucked into the void, strands of existence torn from the weave. With every step, the area remaining grows smaller, the edge of reality creeping ever closer to those who would stand against that Judge. "You who would stand against the end, clinging to fragments of a life steeped in failure and mistakes, know that it is with pity that I end your pathetic existence. Unable to comprehend the true reality, which underlies this world formed from sound and smell, the basic building blocks of this world, you hold on to that which you can feel, fearing the unknown." His smile quivers for a moment, as the darkness seems to flow through the cracks in the ground. The Void, realm of Omega, the Primal of the Apocalypse. It gathered in his hands, as his very existence shimmered, power gathering and multiplying, as he prepared to wipe out those who stood against him. "It will be over soon, dear children."

"For you anyway." A voice muses from behind the judge "after all, you did make two fatal mistakes."

The Judge's eyes were, for the most part, just for show. While most living beings used a set of organic senses, the Judge's physical eyes, and, in fact, most of the senses used by organic beings, were nonfunctional. Seen from a purely physical perspective, the Judge was both blind, deaf, and completely numb. And yet, with perfect clarity, he could observe the world around him, if not by any means that would be familiar to most of the multiverse's inhabitants. His senses, completely alien to most beings, was perfectly normal for a being of his type, and yet one could not be blamed for not realizing it. For even as the Judge saw the long path of destiny warping, every sentient decision forging a new possible world, his senses honed in by the changes being constantly meant by the beings around him. The constant warp in the future caused by free will, a power granted to all sentient beings. The ripples of every miniscule decision, echoing through his mind.

"Merely two? It would seem presumptous for you to make such a statement." The Judge, of course, already knew who stood behind him. He would turn around, normally, even if it were only for show. After all, his senses weren't limited by direction, or by the movements of light. The only reason he had the organs at all was because of his task of interacting with organic beings, an appearance crafted to allow him to fit in to a certain degree. To a strong degree, he was a showman, putting up a display of normality to hide his true self, conforming to the norms of those attached to linear time and space, to movement in 3 dimensions, to the simplicity of existence within a relatively straight forward and basic set of physics. Had one of these beings stepped into the Outer Fringes, dimensions where rules such as time and space lost all meaning, they would have been lost forever. "I don't suppose anything I say will prevent a monologue, will it?"

thewizardguy said
The Judge's eyes were, for the most part, just for show. While most living beings used a set of organic senses, the Judge's physical eyes, and, in fact, most of the senses used by organic beings, were nonfunctional. Seen from a purely physical perspective, the Judge was both blind, deaf, and completely numb. And yet, with perfect clarity, he could observe the world around him, if not by any means that would be familiar to most of the multiverse's inhabitants. His senses, completely alien to most beings, was perfectly normal for a being of his type, and yet one could not be blamed for not realizing it. For even as the Judge saw the long path of destiny warping, every sentient decision forging a new possible world, his senses honed in by the changes being constantly meant by the beings around him. The constant warp in the future caused by free will, a power granted to all sentient beings. The ripples of every miniscule decision, echoing through his mind."Merely two? It would seem presumptous for you to make such a statement." The Judge, of course, already knew who stood behind him. He would turn around, normally, even if it were only for show. After all, his senses weren't limited by direction, or by the movements of light. The only reason he had the organs at all was because of his task of interacting with organic beings, an appearance crafted to allow him to fit in to a certain degree. To a strong degree, he was a showman, putting up a display of normality to hide his true self, conforming to the norms of those attached to linear time and space, to movement in 3 dimensions, to the simplicity of existence within a relatively straight forward and basic set of physics. Had one of these beings stepped into the Outer Fringes, dimensions where rules such as time and space lost all meaning, they would have been lost forever. "I don't suppose anything I say will prevent a monologue, will it?"

"I'm being generous." The small Goldman says. Its cloak blowing in the wind "after all. One of those mistakes is the continued destruction of this realm of the dead. Which adds to the already massive spiritual imbalance." It takes a step forward "which adds to my power. In other words, you shot yourself in the foot."

kishin asura said
((About time. Also, tell no one that I am invisible. 'Kay?)) "Dunno." Lu says "the guy's crazy strong."

(( XDDD Orly? *Facepalm*

kishin asura said
((About time. Also, tell no one that I am invisible. 'Kay?)) "Dunno." Lu says "the guy's crazy strong."

"If you can bind him for a few minutes, It won't matter how strong he....or...it, won't matter...." The being says. It snaps its fingers. Several streams of blue fabric interweave themselves into her very being, giving her immense power, but she feels an intense burning in her stomach.
"I am turning my realm into power for you to bind the fool. I would do it quickly, before you overload." The thing says.