Aurelia instead lowers the spaceship to see if Marisa wants to enter.
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Aurelia instead lowers the spaceship to see if Marisa wants to enter.
Twitch thought he understood what all the buttons in front of him did, when the spaceship began lowering to the ground. His initial thought was "Oh no, the engines have failed", but he then remembered there were two other pilots alongside him, one of which was giving the commands for the craft to drop slightly. That was perhaps going to be a little unusual if three of them all had a steering wheel. But then maybe his controls weren't to do with steering the ship.
They seemed to be waiting for another to board, so Twitch was content to stand there on his perch for the moment, looking around the ship. It looked in reasonable nick, though why there were vending machines he wasn't sure. Perhaps that was what they used their currency for, he still had all of his inside the bag of holding alongside his control panel. It was then he noticed something just underneath the many buttons, toggles and dials on his control panel - a small slot that looked like it had a flap just inside it.
The size of the slot seemed familiar to him, and he dipped his head back into the bag to see if it was still there...it was! Twitch pulled out that cassette he had been carrying around, and - with a couple of tries - inserted it into the slot. Maybe now he'd find out what the Abba Gold person sounded like.
Aurelia sees Playzooki and Marisa already boarded and stops lowering the ship and confusing the bird :P
TWITCH
Finally manages to put the cassette on and the sound of "Super Trouper" boom throughout the entire ship. It appears that the ship has copied all the music to its permanent memory banks.
AURELIA
Reading through her book of Metapenguin Philosophy she comes across a brief section which mentions Doomforall
"Truely Perry was a Paragon of the metapenguin people, almost as if he was the exact mould in which our entire species was cast from. In the second great rift crisis, he was at all times the epitomy of a metapenguin, even when confronted with threats such as shadow swarms and Lord Doomforall"
AURELIA, MARISA, TWITCH, PLAYZOOKI and EPSILON
The ship is now ready to go up and approach Doomforall. The adaptive interface brings up communication buttons to talk to Vengeance in his nearby flying castle.
CLEO, EUDIAL and LELAND
The Sucker turns its attention to the party.
"I know not - they are clouded in shadow, a wielder of the rift energy. Whoever they are, they have given in to the power in a way that Doomforall never did, though the fact he is the one that is being used to breach this world suggests that this other is newly come to the power, and has not yet become so infused to it as to be vulnerable.
Their mind was clouded from me, but their infiltration to here suggests money, and large amounts of it. Even with my power I cannot sense those responsible, but I cannot sense into the walls of PTT Enterprises. Something in there is greatly amiss."
Hmm, I did leave rather unexpectedly, George. Kidnapping might not put me back in their good books right away. Lower communications barrier.Quote:
Originally Posted by Our Humble Narrator
Ahem.
TESTING! TESTING! ONE! TWO! ONE! TWO! NO! NO, QUIETER, GEORGE! QUIEter. Ah, that's better.
Vengeance to weirdoes, Vengeance to weirdoes. Come in, weirdoes.
I have only three questions for you all:
Number one: where is my hat?
Number two: do you want to pop aboard the flying castle of that guy we all hate right now?
Number three: WHAT - is your favourite colour?
OK, OK, but honestly, how could I resist?
Over. KZZT.
Of course. The creatures were drunk with power. "Pitiful fools," said Eudial aloud. "Well I suppose they are the real source of all this mayhem. And what's this about some place called the PTT Enterprises... ?"
But before any word could be spoken, Vengance's voice suddenly boomed into all their heads.Eudial screamed in frustration. Now HE was psychic?! She couldn't escape them no matter where she went! "AAAARGH!!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" she screamed, half-crying.Quote:
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"Nnnngh!! I'm NOT a weirdo!"Quote:
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"Anything to get you out of my head!!"Quote:
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Grimacing, Eudial plucked out the hat, fighting the mad desire to rip it into shreds again. "I have it here, you lunatic!"Quote:
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Eudial froze. A castle? A FLYING castle?! What in blazes was going on?! How did he get a castle?! So THAT'S what he was doing during his long escapade?!? Acquiring more goods for himself and indulging in them?! That... th-that...!!! Eudial was so full of rage she was shaking. But she did want to have a few words with him... and maybe pull off a few of his limbs and roast them over a skillet while she was at it.Quote:
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"God damn it, FINE! I'll go to your castle, just leave my head alone already!!!" yelled the woman. But there was nothing more. Eudial, breathing harshly, turned and looked at the others. They were all staring at her. Great, now I look like more of a nutcase than before... That damn Professor...Quote:
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Gaunt sighed. PTT Enterprises? Money? He wasn't sure he liked the direction this was going. He was ready to get the other's opinion on what to do when a voice cut through his head once again.Quote:
"I know not - they are clouded in shadow, a wielder of the rift energy. Whoever they are, they have given in to the power in a way that Doomforall never did, though the fact he is the one that is being used to breach this world suggests that this other is newly come to the power, and has not yet become so infused to it as to be vulnerable.
Their mind was clouded from me, but their infiltration to here suggests money, and large amounts of it. Even with my power I cannot sense those responsible, but I cannot sense into the walls of PTT Enterprises. Something in there is greatly amiss."
Gaunt growled irritably. This has got to stop.Quote:
TESTING! TESTING! ONE! TWO! ONE! TWO! NO! NO, QUIETER, GEORGE! QUIEter. Ah, that's better.
Vengeance to weirdoes, Vengeance to weirdoes. Come in, weirdoes.
Well that was obvious enough. As a matter of fact Eudial had instantly produced it and was going through another one of her mood swings. Gaunt rolled his eyes as the voice of the Professor boomed on.Quote:
I have only three questions for you all:
Number one: where is my hat?
Flying castle? What was this absurdity? Then again not much else made sense here anyway. It was kind of funny in a way. Hadn't he himself just been talking about needing to reconnect with the others? And here was a perfect opportunity.Quote:
Number two: do you want to pop aboard the flying castle of that guy we all hate right now?
Gaunt wanted to laugh, Vengeance really was an idiot he thought, but Eudial was starting to shout again and Gaunt gritted his teeth instead. These severe mood swings were going to be a severe determinant going forward. He wasn't exactly a fan of Vengeance himself, but she seemed ready to throttle the Professor the moment she saw his face again. Hell he was barely able to keep her from wanting to roast HIM most of the time anymore. He stared at her and blinked.Quote:
Number three: WHAT - is your favourite colour?
OK, OK, but honestly, how could I resist?
Over. KZZT.
"Hey! Are you going to be able to keep it together? Because as amusing as seeing you flash-fry that clown the minute we meet up again would be, it's not going to help us much."
Gaunt then gave a twisted smile.
"We're not very good people are we? You... me... Vengeance... and who knows about some of the others. But there's a group of people out there who are trying to ruing things for the rest of us, and we can't have that can we?"
"Well we've been busting our asses off and he's been off having a pleasure cruise!!!" Eudial snarled at Gaunt, through gritted teeth. "Maybe if he wasn't GOOFING OFF in his little playplace, then maybe he would've helped us out, and we'd be getting somewhere!"
"Yes... he's a rather lazy slug isn't he?" Gaunt said thoughtfully. "But think though, he hasn't had to escape from a psychic stronghold, or deal with giant mutant leeches has he? No, not at all. I'd hardly say we've gotten nowhere. He may have commandeered some flying castle, but I'd say we've been far more productive than him so far. He doesn't need to be the one calling all the shots."
For all her anger at Gaunt previously, he was definitely right about that. As indignant as she was at the Professor achieving diddly, Eudial knew that at least that they had discovered something for their efforts. And what had Vengeance done? Fly around in whatever pie-in-the-sky he commandeered.
Eudial went quiet, but continued to fidget. She wanted to know what would happen next. She didn't like being in the dark about things like this. She also didn't like being thought of as psychotic, and she had done a great deal of convincing of them previously. That wasn't her intention, but this world was turning her mind into a mess. And most of all...
"I hate being part of a team," said Eudial. "I hate it. I've been used to working on my own, with no trouble. When I'm along with the other Witches, however, we always get deterred... no matter what I do. It's sickening. I'm good at what I do, and I'm proud of it. But being part of a team has always brought me down. So, unstable as I seem to have portrayed myself, I hope you can understand my disdain for it.
"I'm not sure which world I hate more now; this one, or the one I came from. But at the very least you seem more competent than my previous accomplices, even if you are a little... unusual. That said, this Professor has made a fool of us all and I quite demand an explanation for all this. Otherwise, well..." Eudial glanced down at the hat with an airy expression.
She wasn't going to tell Gaunt, or any of the others, about the Witches 5, or her mission, in any capacity. She didn't quite trust anyone yet, and most certainly not that megalomaniacal slacker.
Good. She was back to seeing reason. And it seemed he was at least able to keep her distrust and negative emotions focused mostly on Vengeance and not as much on him. That bit about her companions now, very interesting. He wondered if they were as temperamental as she was.
"Yes, I completely agree. It's so much better to do things your own way. The stories I could tell you about when someone with their own ideas gets in your way..." Gaunt trailed off with a sneer. The memory of that interfering busybody Sheriff Alan Pangborn surfaced in his mind.
"I don't expect we'll get much from Vengeance. No doubt he'll try to keep the most important information to himself so he can think he holds all the cards."
Gaunt paused and looked thoughtfully at the hat.
"With that in mind, I'd be careful with that hat. Right now it's a good bargaining chip you have over him, but I'd also be wary. Odd that he would give that to person he probably viewed as the biggest direct threat to him wouldn't you say? Was it just a matter of giving it to the person he thought would be able to keep it safest? But why leave it at all? I think there may be something very unsafe about that hat."
KZZT.
Look, it's a very simple question, everyone! Yes, it is true that I have been known on occasion to be a massive git, but I am currently a massive git with the heavily fortified levitating estate of the one man who is supposed to be the key to saving the entirety of the multiverse.
It might be a touch handy is what I'm saying.
Listen. I think we've established that I don't give a monkey's whether you like me or not - I'm a supervillain, for God's sake, not an Avon representative - so maybe instead of debating that particular issue again for a few more excrutiating hours, we can pool our resources, pluck that rift-wrecking rabble-rouser from his intergalactic hentai prison and make him fix this bloody mess properly so we can all go back to our respective universes just in time for tea! OK?
No, but seriously, hat. Gimme. Over.
KZZT.
Wait a second... that castle belonged to this Doomforall guy??? "How the hell did you manage to... to... oh never mind..." grumbled Eudial. "But that only makes this deal more suspicious."Quote:
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Well, Eudial would have retorted in like fashion, but clearly the others thought she was insane, and she didn't want that either. Clearly Eudial did care what the others thought of her... a thought that made her sick. So Eudial made no response. It did quite irritate her that this utterly annoying fool was far, far more powerful than her. Why were the silly ones more potent?!? By proxy, Mimet - No, don't think about that ditzy bitch... Eudial groaned.Quote:
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"If you want your hat so much, why don't you come down and get it? Or if you so wish, 'Beam me up, Scotty'," sniffed the Witch. "But if nothing else, you'll be pleased to know that nothing of consequence happened to it. Of course, floods, murderous psychics, and giant slugs don't exactly help matters."Quote:
Originally Posted by steven_mcg
EUDIAL
George, perhaps a little overzealous in his new duties, teleports Eudial to Doomforall's castle, as what had appeared to be some vintage wooden panelling slides down to reveal the Witch standing on a teleport pad a few meters from where Vengeance is standing. She looks like she wants to be sick again.
headachy... not making a fancy post now, maybe editing it in later...
anyway Aurelia joins Vengeance and sees if Doomforall has got information on how to best fight Doomforall... the man seems crazy prepared and I'm just SURE he has prepared himself for "having to fight myself"-scenario's
AURELIA, PLAYZOOKI, EPSILON, MARISA, TWITCH
With a few flicks of buttons, Aurelia sets course to dock with the castle. Aboard the fortress George operates the hangar controls and suddenly great swathes of vines and creepers are swept back as a chasm of a hangar opens in the side and the ship docks almost silently, and closes behind them.
Once disembarked onto the tasteful wood and stone platform a holomagic interface appears before them, appearing to each of the group as a translucent pink pixelated version of themselves.
"Welcome to The Castle. Please state request."
The holomagic then proceeds to give directions to major locations within the castle includign sleeping quarters, the library, the mess hall, where Vengeance and Eudial are currently stationed and any other basic function rooms that you currently have access to.
"Interface, inform me of your purpose please."
"I am a holomagic interface, capable of any computational functionalities you may wish including but not limited to: providing information, carrying out requests related to the operation of the castle and its contents, recording and processing data and providing tactical situational analysis."
"Interface, tell me, has Doomforall ever prepared himself to fight himself if it ever comes to that?"
"Not directly, he has never specifically prepared to fight himself. However, in anticipation of the current situation he provided a complete profile of himself to be unlocked in the event of Professor Vengeance arriving here after Doomforall himself succumbed to the rift."
While there is a tediously long amount of information, often fairly rambling, there are sections on Powers, Tactics and Weaknesses."
"PTT Enterprises? What is the purpose of this organisation and where are they located?"
Cleo looked over towards Gaunt.
"I think that we should head over to that... flying castle. We might need to intervene if Eudial finds Vengeance... Bring the ketchup in case she already has though."
Aha! Company at last! George, send a memo to the cyber-chef that we've guests for tea and activate all hospitality protocols in Doomsy's databanks. If a slap-up dinner party doesn't lighten up this lot, I don't know what will!Quote:
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Hm? Oh, yes, yes. Hello, hothead.
Now then, I swear I saw a file in this drive labelled Underpa...
GYAH!
George, you're supposed to let me know when you're beaming people in here! Honestly, does the universe want me to have a stroke in mid-flight? Really!
But wait. That thing in her hand...
Yoink!
...
Good lord. You actually did it, didn't you?
Hehe! What do you know? You did! My hat! It's all here! Barely a scratch or a scuff or a fibre out of place! Back on the bonce, you sexy thing! Heady missed you so much! Hehe!
My apologies, Ms...I'm sorry, how does it go again? You-dial? You-dee-al? You see, this is why I don't take on the magic heroes. I get so embarrassed when I can't say the names right!
At any rate, my dear, it appears that I have misjudged you. You could have melted my chapeau with a single grumpy thought anytime you wanted and either left me for dead in my own little adventure or done the job yourself right now. But you didn't. And you haven't. And to be honest, even I'm a little surprised by that.
I'm still not putting you any of you on the Christmas card list any time soon, but you at least have managed to win my trust. Congratulations.
Shake and make up? I won't even try and dig out the oven gloves. They are somewhere in these silly pockets, I'm sure.
THE CASTLE
It would seem that if nothing else, Doomforall had some high end catering options available in this place; before long a large spread of food accounting for all the individual species tastes of the group is laid out in the main dining hall, George informs the group that he detected a mechanism the sole purpose of which seemed to be to duplicate the mental patterns of any chef in the world in the cooking golem, allowing it to replicate any style of cooking imaginable, though at the minute it's seemingly just set to a custom mix of Doomforall's favourites.
However, as dinner comes to a close, George has finished processing data and informs you that the power levels of the rift emanating from Doomforall are increasing, and so the longer you put off confronting him the more dangerous it will be. If not done shortly (before Thursday night real world) the liklihood of major injuries or fatalities will begin to increase exponentially. Currently the power levels are as such where it should be achievable with a 5% chance for any one party member to be hurt.
CLEO
The Sucker responds
"They have a skyscraper in the Central City *an image is projected into the minds of both Cleo and Gaunt*, but what exactly they do in that is difficult to say - they are a technology company of some sorts, covering the whole spectrum from basic household items to military grade hardware. However, even beyond that, over 50% of their revenue is considered classified to the point where they managed to get a Murder-injuction against the Psi-corps, that being any psychic who intercepts the classified information has an entirely legal assassination order put out on them. At best from energy readings we can assume it has something to do with teleportation. The only real defining feature we can say is they tend to favour the use of various power gems in their products, and they are easily the most powerful pure Tech-company in the city.
"Interesting," Gaunt mused. He turned to the cat. "Yes, I imagine we should join up with the others on the flying Castle. Who knows what kind of trouble Eudial could have already stirred up."
"WHA - "Quote:
Originally Posted by alex_holt
Eudial was teleported instantly into the castle. Lo and behold! suddenly there stood the man she hated... apparently."NYAAAAH!!!" Eudial jumped back a few feet, at least, tripped and nearly fell over. There was no warning what-so-ever, and now Eudial was angry. She cursed.Quote:
Originally Posted by steven_mcg
"You?! YOU have a stroke?! Damn it my heart's going that fast..." said Eudial in shock... before realizing she didn't really have one... well, not in spirit anyway. "Oh. Yes. Hello," she said reproachfully, but deigning to keep her voice light.Quote:
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"Hey!" That wasn't very nice...Quote:
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Eudial rolled her eyes; it was this kind of behavior that reminded her of Mimete. Fashion first and foremost... and not so much focus on the task at hand.Quote:
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Wait, WHAT? Is he... APOLOGIZING?! Eudial shook her head rapidly to make sure it was still working. Catching the last sentence, she replied, mumbling, "Pronounce it whichever way you wish, it doesn't largely matter." God damn it, don't make a fool of yourself.Quote:
Originally Posted by steven_mcg
"Not for lack of wanting to... I'll admit I came close," growled Eudial. "But something held me back. No, not fear of death or suffering or whatever you'd like to call it. I just felt that there was no need for its destruction. Probably a reminder that there were certain things that were, ah... more important. Judging by your reactions, I'm sure you agree."Quote:
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Eudial smiled, maybe a little sourly, but then again she was still feeling somewhat ill-disposed towards the Prof.. Interesting. So she'd truly gained his trust, yes? Just the thing a villain would try and convince her of. Still, the face of good will was better than nothing. So let's keep it that way. "Quite interesting..." said Eudial. "Even though I displayed psychopathic tendencies back down there, you would welcome me with open arms - though, not quite as much as either of us would like. I respect that, and I receive your hospitality well. Just remember not to be too friendly with the wrong sort. I expect you know that rather well, too."Quote:
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"Oh very well, very well, though I don't expect such things would affect me much at all. There, now let's go."Quote:
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Eudial stared. She had suddenly never felt so hungry. All dignity was thrown aside as she began to eat ravenously.Quote:
Originally Posted by alex_holt
Oh, GREAT. Eudial hadn't given much thought to Doomforall since arriving at the castle, but now the thought was forced upon their minds again. So how are we supposed to stop this? She looked at the others.Quote:
Originally Posted by alex_holt
"Is the status quo now pretty much that we'll ALL go to Doomforall?
Or have others got their own agenda?"
"What is this doomforall? I dont really wanna do any fighting. Id be beaten easily"
Well, I don't know about you lot, but I would so very love to get a sample of whatever that...thing is Doomsy has managed to get himself tangled up in. If I can be provided enough cover, George and I can slip around wherever its back is and take a little piece of it back here after the battle for analysis. With the advanced systems in this place combined with my own trinkets and expertise, I'm almost positive I'll be able to find a more permanent way to see the blaggard off.
After all, this would be our first little tête-à-tête with the cause of this mess. Who knows how much lasting harm we'll actually be able to cause? I say we swoop in, kick sand in its face, grab Doomsy and get the hell out of there before it realises what on earth just happened.
"Not too long ago, I wouldn't have agreed with you," said Eudial. "But you speak sense. We don't know what the hell that thing is, and this Doomforall fool is almost certainly the key here. The thing is..." she looked hard at Vengeance. "I am not sure if removing Doomforall from those rift things would cause the destruction to quicken. And if it does, well... I'd like to move quite faster, wouldn't you?"
Eudial paused. "Where are the other two? The demon and the cat, I mean. I thought they were supposed to have followed us."
George responds:
"Only you requested transport - should I have transported the Feline and the Demon?"
"I think I shall be boarding the spaceship quickly... who will join me on my quest?"
"and my army shall come with me!"
"We were on the spaceship in the first place!" Twitch said, sounding a little exasperated. He really hoped this would all finish up soon enough, and he could get back to his old life. He would probably keep the stuff he'd found, though, that was definitely useful. Though where he could find a cassette player was beyond him. "And what are we going to do when we get there?" he continued, "Do we just blow him up, or is there some kind of quantum vector boson entanglement we have to do?" Twitch looked from one member of the group to the next, having absolutely no idea what he had just said. Flying headlong into the unknown with not much semblance of a plan had served him well in acquiring the spaceship, but something told him that when the fate of existence itself was at stake, it probably wasn't best to have the attitude of "We'll see how it pans out".
"We...we need to have a plan..." he mumbled, before retreating behind Eudial and making himself small.
Although Aurelia goes to read the relevant sections of the Doomforall biography, George is ahead of you and from his eyes begins to project a slideshow version of the document onto the far wall and narrates it.
POWERS
Doomforall currently possesses the power of the rift, which normally functions as a black hole of sorts with no gravitational pull, completely absorbing any matter it touches other than those who are rift touched such as yourself and Doomforall himself. He can activate the power at will and form it into any shape he wishes, though by far the most common is that of a staff.
Other forms he has been known to utilise include sprays of bolts, shields and beams.
He also possesses some degree of telekinesis tied to his rift use although it is an imprecise ability, capable of massive power output with little fine control. As such this is very rarely used in combat except in the form of concussion blasts.
Other powers exhibited include: immortality, agelessness, immunity to disease and poison, increased durability and flight via means of telekinesis - including supersonic via creation of localised vortex tubes.
TACTICS
Doomforall is not considered that highly trained a combatant, while he is certainly incredibly dangerous this is entirely hinging upon his power usage. He will tend to arrive at speed either via vortex flight or teleportation from the castle and quickly move to his objective rather than fully securing the situation properly. His melee and projectile skills are good but not remarkable, but coupled with the power of the rift this isn't needed.
WEAKNESSES
While very resistant to damage, he can be injured by sufficient force, and exotic magics or technologies have on several documented occasions proven capable of breaching his defences. If an opponent was resistant to his powers by being similarly rift touched he would be a significantly easier opponent, though he has taken steps to prevent as few other beings as possible reaching this status. Without the huge advantage the rift gives him he would be vulnerable, though best tactics would be to have a short sharp attack rather than a prolonged one as given the opportunity he can be very adaptable.
Vengeance, Eudial, Twitch and Aurelia board the ship, and are met aboard by Aurelias recruits.
As if sensing their purpose, the ship begins to thrumm and the walls seem to be adjusting ever so slightly as if to accomodate new systems gestating in the walls. By the time they have reach the bridge they find the whole place different to when they left, with special stations ready for each of them.
With a surprisingly soft noise, the ship is away, the great hangar doors of the castle opening and the ship issues forth like a ghost in chrome. The hazy bubble of the field rapidly approaches and then.... Pop. The ship plunges through the forcefield and with the slightest of noises the infinite depths of space stretch out before the group.
What takes much more of their notice however is the foreground. Ahead of them is a graveyard of ships - wrecked hulks of dozens of vessels drift through the night, and at the centre of them drifts the lifeless form of Doomforall - and the void staff he holds sprouts tendrils in across his form and down into the shield, like dread.roots trying to drain water, if the watter was the very matter of the planet.
The group, with very little effort head out to the body, the ship extending personallised fields around them go allow them to redist the effects of space. Like the complete lack of air and the crushing cold.
Aurelia manages to cut the fronds free from the body with her sunsword and they bring the corpse of Doomforall aboard, and it does truely seem to be a corpse, there are no signs of life whatsoever. They do notice however that while the tendrils seem to have retracted, they are also more.energetic, as if seeking for something to grab on to.
Vengeance attempts to harvest some rift but it cuts straight through every container he attempts tl use, though he has George scan it on every system he can, which the little droid informs him will take a while to process due to the astronomically high readings.
It's not until they reboard the ship that they are informed of the one person shuttle drifting in a broad orbit around the debris field, the single faint lifesign aboard and the titanic strength of the magics being worked from within...
Right, I'm now back from holiday and want to get this going again, so....
PREVIOUSLY ON THE LAST ODDESTSEY
Professor Vengeance, Eudial, Twitch and Aurelia managed to recover the body of Doomforall in anticipation of unlocking the power of the Castle.
However, though they freed the body from the rift, the dark energy was not destroyed.
A faint life sign from nearby in one of the ships proves they are not the only ones out there....
_____________________
Leland and Cleo are in the presence of the ancient being known as the Sucker, who claims that something dark is going on in the powerful PTT Corporation, something tied to this end of the multiverse!
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Marisa is still at church!
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Everyone else is still having dinner at Vengeances castle!
"hey look! a faint life sign! lets go there!"
Aurelia sets the ship into approaching the other vessel - it is a fairly small pod, more of a life-raft than an actual ship, though external modifications seem to suggest it was modified to stay here for prolonged periods of time. As they get closer, George reports that whatever it is is large, non human and exuding large amounts of complex magics. It also seems to be running low on oxygen, and currently barely concious.
George suggests that if you wanted to, you have the capability to beam this creature aboard, or, extend the air shield you used to combat the rift around it so you can investigate.
Oh goody, just what we need. This place is topsy-turvy enough as it is without letting in even more magical mystery monster matter to screw things up! Stupid slippery rift rubbish...
Urgh. Fine. I suppose if George's calculations are going to take a while, then I could probably take a quick look at this E.T, whatever it is - but I'm not letting it into the lab until I know exactly what we're dealing with first. Magic and I don't exactly get along; or rather it doesn't get along with me.
"Mmm, this dinner is nice!"