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"there is little to rebuild... i'm sure you two will want to reconstitute the cloning technology you're so fond of. i'll set up a way gate free of charge as a show of good faith and i'm sure that this emperor would enjoy a trade agreement? should any of his people still remain" the high general replies evenly, tapping underneath a small bracelet to mess with a holographic PDA, a large ring of stone porting in along with some stilts to set it up on which he does within a minute or so, the stone ring more unwieldy than actually difficult to lift or move.

"while on the subject of trade, we still have not discussed what metric to use as the basic conversion rate... my people are not fond of what is referred to as 'precious metals' since they lack any military purpose outside of some logistical constructions. I was thinking of using some form of produce as the starting metric like an egg or particularly small fruit" the high general adds once he's done, the way gate's portal flashing open with a red hue, another sergal on the other side giving him a thumbs up before the portal closes. The clone emperor would know from experience that when he referenced 'small' fruit that they were normally the size of cantaloupes, and eggs tended to be at least the size of ostrich eggs or larger depending on which breed of creature they harvested eggs from, the most popular of which being a chicken-like creature with reptilian features that was averaged at around five feet tall

@Tyki
As the waygate is dropped down, the Fallen Emperor walks over, picks it up, and smashes it with ease. "Such a gate is a weak point. If you wish to have any luck with multi-dimensional combat, your soldiers themselves must be able to teleport between universes. I learned this the hard way. If you wish to enter onto this planet, you must do so of your own power." He says, before walking over to the sergal general. "..Why did you come along, if you're interested in trade at a time like this? Preparing to battle a monster able to kill trillions in a moment...and you think about currency. Either get with the program, or I'll drop you out of it." He adds, towering above the high general. Logar nods, and thinks. "..Such maneuverability would be most..advantageous, wouldn't you say?" He asks Solaire. "It is. It allowed me to escape the great slaughter....I wish..only more did. As far as I know, The Emperor, A woman named Delta, and I survived...but..I haven't been able to find delta...I fear I've lost her." Solaire says, clenching a fist in rage. The fallen emperor sighs. "..No time to mourn now. We must prepare...." The Fallen emperor says, as he looks at those before him. "Your training begins now. It will be grueling..." The mountain of a man says, to those before him.

@supertinyking

"i'm in charge of trade and civil services. it's my place to quibble over things like currency and trade agreements. Also, the technology for personal multi-dimensional travel is still in development. most notably we're having trouble condensing the fuel cells to the needed rate plus, on top of that, it's difficult to move large amounts of goods at once with the personal transports, making gates the more reliable option for trade and transport" the high general replies evenly, not even slightly cowed by the fallen emperor's size as the gate actually seems to be growing back together stronger after he breaks it, only reinforcing the high general's point of reliability

@Tyki
The Fallen emperor sees this, and picks the waygate up, and chucks it into deep space, where it eventually hits a star.
"You do not teleport with tech. You do so with something far more reliable. Magic. Watch..." The Emperor says, as he slices his hand though the air, opening a portal. "Follow me. Your training will begin on a desert planet I found..." The Fallen Emperor says, and he enters though said portal. Everyone else follows him, and the general is left to do whatever.

@supertinyking

the high general actually repositions the way gate where it was originally rather than let it hit a star before following, saying evenly "my people have no aptitude for magic. we lack mystical ability so we use pseudo science like our way gates, made using mystical applications from the world around us" as he fixes his jacket, visibly annoyed with how things were going especially since he'd come to negotiate trade and logistics details rather than listen to an insane isolationist ramble on about impending doom

@Tyki
"Then force your kind to learn. Struggle breeds adaption. Brutality, breeds strength. If you wish, I could teach your kind magics any lifeform can use. Although, if I were to do that, I'd take over combat training as well..." The Fallen Emperor says, looking at the high general. "After all...you seem very, very weak...." He says, looking the general right in the face, with a look of partial disgust. Logar sighs. "...You seem to be being a bit rash, are you n-" Logar starts, before the Fallen Emperor punches in his direction, launching Logar straight back......directly straight, from the planet, and into space, before pulling on the air, sending the far smaller man crashing into the planet, broken to the point of not being able to move.
"..That, was one of my weakest abilities." He says, before poking the high general in the chest, the metal threads of his armor being tangled, and mangled with a simple twist of his finger. "You're armor is soft. Flesh can become far stronger." F.E says, before slowly continuing to twist his finger, soon the general's entire shirt being on his finger in a bundle.

@supertinyking

the general looks at him irately before poking the fallen emperor's finger, breaking it and causing it to be moved out of his shirt which rights itself as he sets the emperor's finger. "we have tried. we simply lack the capability. so instead, we've come up with a close second" the high general replies evenly before moving his arm out, a small fireball forming in it as his wrist band glows before he launches it at his feet, causing a shock wave that would blast the weaker amongst them back while the flames engulfed himself and the fallen emperor, neither party seeming to be harmed by them

@Tyki
The finger seems to regenerate faster than the general could break it, rendering it rather pointless. Seeing the fire around him, F.E lets out a snort, the force of the air snuffing the flames out. "The magic I can teach is able to be done by anyone. I myself have no other magical abilities, but even I can manage it..." He says, again creating another portal. "..Look closely. What does this portal look like?" The Emperor asks, and it of course looks like a tear.

@supertinyking

"an unstable rift in the fabric of space and time which, if left untended and uncontrolled, would very easilly tear this planet and potentially more apart at the seems" the general replies dryly

@Tyki
Slowly, the tear heals itself. "The universe itself is in a way a living thing. Such things as this don't even bother it. Like a drop of sweat passing though a pore. Your worries are born from ignorance...a thing easily purged by wisdom." F.E says. Logar slowly stands, coughing up blood. "...Point..made. I'll accept any help you can give." He says, bowing before the rather...obviously, stronger fighter. The F.E leads his current troops to the portal, before freezing, and looking over. "...Just going to state this now, no one touches anything on this planet. You try harvesting the metal, or disturbing the bodies, I will personally make sure you never are able to do anything remotely ever again." He says, looking at the general. "This is a tomb world, for many fallen people. Their spirits are resting here...disturb them, you anger me."

@supertinyking

"fine. i'll mark it as a sanctuary" the high general replies evenly, messing with the hologram under his wrist before disappearing, returning to his home world

There was an answer, although it was a soft one. A tiny voice, tingling the back of the vampire's mind, barely recognizable as the mighty warrior that had once spoken with it. The words, however, still rang with a conviction untouched by the ages. "When the time comes, you will know what to do."

It was then that a particularly foul smell entered Mithias' nose. It was a scent devoid of life, the scent of rotted corpses. It was the smell of fear, helpless horror. It was the smell of blood, freshly spilled, not yet soaked into the ground. It was the smell of a monster, a being of profound evil.

From the ground up rose a figure, forming from the breeze. Particles locking together, forming a chest, an arm, a leg, a head. A figure with the form of a demon, tall and cloaked in Obsidian. His wings stretched behind him, as if they had been cramped, as the face formed itself upon the creature's head. A smile filled with nothing but hatred, eyes holding nothing but contempt, a particularly EVIL nose. Every cell in Mithias' body told him that the being he now faced was truly, unalterably evil.

Slowly, Alucard walked forward, the grass dying beneath his feet. The very trees wilted as he passed them, their life force drained away by his mere presence. Hundreds of tiny lives, extinguished without so much as a thought, serving as nothing more than a meal. In mere moments, beauty had been replaced by death. A graveyard, a testimony of what had been there but moments before. Flowers dropped to the ground, dead before they hit it, and the waters were rife with floating corpses.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing? Didn't your mother tell you it's not safe to go out alone? It's after dark, after all."

Smiling, Alucard held up one hand, as he stared at his prey, his mouth already watering. Since he had come here he had had nothing but lackluster meals, petty worlds with nothing worthy of his palette. And yet, he now stared at a veritable feast on legs, brimming with the energy of two lives. He would have to savour this meal.

@supertinyking

"....." asura says nothing

@kishin asura
@Tyki
Maka soon scrambles into the room, and she freezes still. "..Me...Medusa..." She whispers, looking at delta. Delta would look just like the witch, but scarred exceptionally. Delta looks down at her, and tilts her head. "..Who?" She asks, looking confused. Delta's soul was even that of a witch's, making it exceptionally similar. Maka prepares a scythe arm, and Delta sighs. "....I remember now. You think I am th-" She begins, before a long cut forms on the side of Delta' face. Delta puts a hand up to it, and looks at her hand. Maka had not moved, and yet she grinned.
"...Long range...Soul cutter!" Maka screams, as cuts began to appear all over delta, shredding her clothing, and her skin. The sounds of battle still raged in the streets, and slowly the battle between the bounty hunter and the super soldier began to destroy the city, explosions ripping though buildings, and all the civilians having fled. Such a light show may of even been seen from the Sergal capital. F.E, Logar and Solaire do not return, not at first, leaving those there to deal with the current situation.

@supertinyking

Both mute and the male high general returning look upon the scene with dismay, mute face palming before picking up both maka and delta, ramming their heads together hard enough to knock them both out while the high general heads downstairs, holding his palms out towards the two combatants as they suddenly freeze in a bubble of energy with a green tint. "cease your quarreling. you're destroying the city" the high general says tersly, the two combatants locked in stasis to prevent them from moving, although they were allowed speech

@Tyki
"You bastard, let me go. You had your chance to combat me, you lost it. He's put up a better fight than you did, and he's a normal man!" Tide says, growling. Gunner smiles, as he strikes the bubbles in several places, shattering them. "When fighting a foe, never assume one can't escape it." He says, as he looks at the high general. "..Hmph. I heard you were impressive....I only see..disappointment." Gunner says, taking a combative stance against the general. "Let me test your metal. See if you're gold, or steel..." He says, ready to fight.

@supertinyking

the general waves his hand, dissipating the bubbles before they crash to the ground, suddenly subjected to just barely not enough gravity to kill them. "i am not here to fight. i am here to cease the fighting. if you do not wish to then i will be forced to exterminate you" The high general replies, his eyes changing color to gold with the slits lengthening, his rage and conviction obviously showing

@Tyki
Gunner grins, as he bulks up immensely. He grows even taller, matching the general in height, but in sheer mass, is far, far larger. He finds himself easily able to stand, several points throughout his body glowing. "..Your tricks are impressive...but, I am sorry to say, they won't work against me." He says, and his hands begin to glow. Tide growls, as he finds himself pinned down, and he growls. "You bastard, let me stand up. I'll kill both of you!" He yells. Gunner laughs, as he cracks his knuckles. "This is a combination of strength, and magic. I may not be able to leap around like a rabbit, but one strike will be your last, High General....." Gunner boasts, cracking his knuckles. He looks over at Tide, and grins. "But, My fight is not with you. I'll take this mutt far out into the savanna, and we'll continue this there...keep your city standing." Gunner says. "...I'll kill you, you bastard!" Tide yells to him, and he simply grins. "As if, mutt." He retorts.

@supertinyking

".......holy shit....." asura says. Quite frankly, he was a little surprised. He got over his surprise to entangle maka in his skin scarves "calm down." Asura says "her soul is similar, but from what I can tell, it's not the same."

@supertinyking

"ten percent" the general replies evenly, the weight of the air around gunner becoming visible as he sink into the ground.

"twenty percent" the high general replies evenly as gunner would be waist deep in the ground, struggling to keep his head lifted.

"seventy percent" the high general states evenly, gunner rather suddenly subjected to his legs breaking out from underneath him, his eyes having to be closed to keep them from bursting out of his head as the high general says evenly "any more will cause organ failure and death. would you like to continue with your impertinent attitude?" his voice cold and his gaze deathly, as if speaking to a specter or revenant. Gunner's new found angel of death stares down at him coldly, holding neither pity nor mercy in his gaze as he awaits his reply