01-08-2017, 08:33 AM
Smoke rose up from the formless floor of the Nexus, billowing out at seemingly random places, all spots that the blue metal man had blasted. Figures could faintly be seen through that obscuring veil, a few trying to recover from that last volley, and a few lying still. Only one person in particular caught Chronoire’s eye, the ninja boy who was supposed to be her source of information. Mitsuki laid deathly still on the ground, head covered in blood and most likely caved in.
“Well....” the witch muttered, sinking deeper into the chair she had conjured up while he had gone to fight. This wasn’t exactly unexpected, but that didn’t keep it from disappointing her. No matter how she looked at it, that boy had died way too easily. That had hardly been a fight. “This really sucks,” she complained to her familiar, who simply hummed an affirmative in response. Small jolts of pain coursed up her arm, in time with the bandage the giant croc was wrapping over her wounds. “I can’t even go after that guy in revenge or somethin’ stupid like that. I was barely keepin’ pace with the ninja, and he got crushed.”
“Are we back to square one?” Sebas asked, finishing the last wrap around her arm. It had only just been put on and it was already soaked in her blood.
“...Looks like it,” she responded after a moment, slowly rising from her seat. Certainly, none of the remaining contenders, who had all been fighting over some stupid blade, looked particularly like they were in the mood for talking. “I’m sure you noticed it as well...”
“Indeed.” Sebas stepped around back behind Chronoire, picking her jacket up off the chair.
“It seems that whoever made this world,” she said, her familiar helping to slip the jacket back on, “also locked up some of my magic.” Sealed. Not a fun fate. While she could at least she wasn’t stuck inside someone like the White Witch had been, the amount of her power that had been sealed was no laughing matter. “It took me years to gather up that much magic. So priority one is gettin’ that back. Any objections?”
“No.”
“Good.” The witch’s gaze slowly and methodically crawled across the white void. How, exactly, did one get back their power in such an empty place? If it was a standard seal, then a candy like “The Beautiful You” would work to dissolve it. The problem there would be getting someone else to make it. She couldn’t consume her own potions, unfortunately.
If, however, it was the result of being trapped in this world, then she could only hope she could build up enough power over time to eventually overpower the seal. That could take a long time, so it definitely not ideal. That or she could take it up personally with that Omni, and punch his face through the back of his skull. Again, that would require power she didn’t have right now. Unless he was like Weekend, little outright power and instead a master of traps. But damn it, she was Chronoire Schwarz the Sixth, she practically wrote the book on subspace manipulation. No amount of trickery could trap her, so Omni must be powerful. Too powerful for her to deal with right now.
“Hm...” a deep hum escaped Chronoire, and her gaze ceased sweeping across the void, stopping upon the spot where the ornate fountain should have been. The one landmark that dotted this abyss had changed, replaced by a fancy fountain with a person on it. Probably not an actual person unless he was unfortunate enough to get petrified, but a humanoid form nonetheless. The part that was stranger yet, however, was the fact that there was now several actual, living, breathing people milling around the fountain for whatever reason. She didn’t recognize any of the faces as participants of the battle royal, which meant that in all likelihood, they were up for a friendly chat.
“Let’s hope luck doesn’t fuck us again, Sebas,” she said, kicking back her heel into the chair, causing it to disperse into nothing. With another quick magic trick, she changed her witch’s hat into a cute french top hat. A warm smile appeared on her face as she stepped forward, her suited croc following her lead. It was time for some diplomacy.
“Well....” the witch muttered, sinking deeper into the chair she had conjured up while he had gone to fight. This wasn’t exactly unexpected, but that didn’t keep it from disappointing her. No matter how she looked at it, that boy had died way too easily. That had hardly been a fight. “This really sucks,” she complained to her familiar, who simply hummed an affirmative in response. Small jolts of pain coursed up her arm, in time with the bandage the giant croc was wrapping over her wounds. “I can’t even go after that guy in revenge or somethin’ stupid like that. I was barely keepin’ pace with the ninja, and he got crushed.”
“Are we back to square one?” Sebas asked, finishing the last wrap around her arm. It had only just been put on and it was already soaked in her blood.
“...Looks like it,” she responded after a moment, slowly rising from her seat. Certainly, none of the remaining contenders, who had all been fighting over some stupid blade, looked particularly like they were in the mood for talking. “I’m sure you noticed it as well...”
“Indeed.” Sebas stepped around back behind Chronoire, picking her jacket up off the chair.
“It seems that whoever made this world,” she said, her familiar helping to slip the jacket back on, “also locked up some of my magic.” Sealed. Not a fun fate. While she could at least she wasn’t stuck inside someone like the White Witch had been, the amount of her power that had been sealed was no laughing matter. “It took me years to gather up that much magic. So priority one is gettin’ that back. Any objections?”
“No.”
“Good.” The witch’s gaze slowly and methodically crawled across the white void. How, exactly, did one get back their power in such an empty place? If it was a standard seal, then a candy like “The Beautiful You” would work to dissolve it. The problem there would be getting someone else to make it. She couldn’t consume her own potions, unfortunately.
If, however, it was the result of being trapped in this world, then she could only hope she could build up enough power over time to eventually overpower the seal. That could take a long time, so it definitely not ideal. That or she could take it up personally with that Omni, and punch his face through the back of his skull. Again, that would require power she didn’t have right now. Unless he was like Weekend, little outright power and instead a master of traps. But damn it, she was Chronoire Schwarz the Sixth, she practically wrote the book on subspace manipulation. No amount of trickery could trap her, so Omni must be powerful. Too powerful for her to deal with right now.
“Hm...” a deep hum escaped Chronoire, and her gaze ceased sweeping across the void, stopping upon the spot where the ornate fountain should have been. The one landmark that dotted this abyss had changed, replaced by a fancy fountain with a person on it. Probably not an actual person unless he was unfortunate enough to get petrified, but a humanoid form nonetheless. The part that was stranger yet, however, was the fact that there was now several actual, living, breathing people milling around the fountain for whatever reason. She didn’t recognize any of the faces as participants of the battle royal, which meant that in all likelihood, they were up for a friendly chat.
“Let’s hope luck doesn’t fuck us again, Sebas,” she said, kicking back her heel into the chair, causing it to disperse into nothing. With another quick magic trick, she changed her witch’s hat into a cute french top hat. A warm smile appeared on her face as she stepped forward, her suited croc following her lead. It was time for some diplomacy.
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