The Reality Vortex: Doom Saga

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Cross sends to the voice "The game was fun and more my forces survived the old vertex than even you expected. "  Some how most of Cross' forces did survive and are in this new world.

Cross says to the busters "for some meta reason the best I can say is that one needs to find there own happiness."
 
Brachi sighed, still frustrated and saddened by the loss of Gervene, knowing that this would also have killed Jize, Shin and rendered Vocat inactive....

"So we have to oversee this place? Well, I've had some experience with that, considering I have the blood of Saiyan Royalty running through my veins... I shall judge them fairly, yet still work on my own training... and the sooner Bara is back with me at least, the better." She said.

Brachi then went into deep thought, her thoughts to herself and herself alone.

"So you think you can just outright put this onto us, Voice? You'll be surprised with how we'll progress... and we'll make you wish you would not have messed with us the way you have done so far... I don't believe in no-win scenarios... so we have to find a way to beat the system. As an old adage goes, 'where there is a will, there is a way'... and I believe that there is always a path to victory, no matter the odds." She said, waiting with powering down until they would have reached the surface of whatever the world they're headed to was.
 
Vegetto kept his chin mostly down, his dull eyes still staring at the floor. His dual voice held a small, rigid tone of firmness to it; almost a memory of his typical strong demeanor. Yet it was still meager in delivery, his arms at his sides dangling while the lights and wind blasted all around him.

“Why? I’ve only treated you all with contempt in these fights.”

He barely paused for a moment, his tears having mostly stopped flowing but still hung on his cheeks.

“There’s nothing left for me here.”
 
"Poor Cuki... seems her naivete got the best of her too. Then again, it isn't like we are in any better of a position..." Bernkastel had taken to leaning against a rock, her eyes closed as she pondered to herself. "Must we continue handing our dice of agency to careless compulsive gamblers, I wonder?"

She opened them again in response to Spina's outcries, turning her head with her usual mask of cold emotionlessness.

"What words of comfort do you expect me to offer?" She asked in a gentle but dead tone; whatever emotions she'd expressed had been stuffed back down into the deepest crevice, thebonly way she knew how.

"For hundreds of years, I traveled from one world to the next in search of a happy end. But there was only strife and hatred that possessed my friends in those worlds which drove them to madness. Over and over, I watched each of us die in the span of weeks, despite the sweet morsels of happiness I had with them at the start of each time loop. It was an awful hell." Bernkastel said, gripping onto her arms tighter as she spoke. "Lambdadelta understood that hell, but she was responsible for my searching endlessly... for a miracle to free me. In the end, we only had each other but we were not the same as you and Kassava. Just so we'd never become bored to remember, we constantly separated in search of something fun to cure our apathy before crossing paths again inevitably. The truth is, I just wanted the ultimate her and ultimate me to love and kill each other." She started to laugh with a pained smile. "I loved her so much that I'd even poke out her eyeballs so that they could only look at me, all eternity. Fufufu..."

Bern's smile faded as she walked closer to the two, a look of detached disinterest in its place, uncaring of the fact they were crashing down. "But Lambda is gone now, so she too will only live in my memory. However, I have no more interest playing 'hero' for this new world. Nor am I interested in becoming an indentured servant once more--" she hissed, lip curling up with hatred. "There never WAS anything for you in this world because such things simply don't fall from the sky without a cost. In order to cure our apathy, Witches toy with other worlds as it suits us, and this new world is simply a game board that has all other games awaiting me to play and destroy as I see fit... not even killing Doom a thousand times will cure your pain. But..."

Bernkastel held her hands out towards Spina and Vegetto, smiling gently at them.

"You can choose to be the Voice's lapdogs for all eternity until he decides to toss you, or we can work together for a world with nobody to rule over you but yourself. We don't need a world of eternal pain... nor do we need worthless gods to dictate how we live. In this new world, nothing from the old one matters, so you can begin a new life with all of us as your company. Only we can understand your suffering. The Vegetto of the old world is dead; the new, stronger you can rise from the ashes. The choice is yours, Vegetto. You have all eternity to think about it of course..."
 
Cross says to Vegetto "all us have some thick skin and in my case that is strictly fugitive." 

Cross looks at Bernkastel and says "I going say this one shooed treat the voice like a natural disaster, the best one can do is build a bunker and/or shelter for the worst of it and hope it holds."
 
Brachi sat down, looking solemnly at the Bara coin, another tear falling from her eyes, ignoring whatever was happening around her in terms of their current route.

"I hope you're happy with yourself, Doom, rendering my universe without the gods needed to uphold its balance... poor Jize... I'll miss her, Lady Gervene and Vocat too." She said, now silently crying, clearly devastated by the realization that the four-armed Goddess of Destruction wouldn't be coming back... how was she going to break this to Bara? How would the Majin even react to this? And what about the others? Would they even be able to find a way to her home universe? Would they ever see their remaining friends again? What would even become of her universe now that the gods are gone? Was her universe actually erased in the first place? Brachi sobbed as tears fell on the Bara coin, before she held it close to her, fresh tears falling from her eyes once more, as anger, frustration, but above all sadness overcame her... Anger at being played like a fiddle like this, frustration at being unable to do anything to prevent Gervene's demise or any of the others for that matter, and also sadness at realizing that she had permanently lost people dear to her... one thing was certain; she wasn't going to take this lying down.
 
(I deleted my old post to make a new one better addressing the edit Shine made as well as the posts of everyone else.)

Byakko smirked wildly when Spina demanded to get Cuki back but he did not budge in his cocky demeanor. He silently watched as the Breakers helped Vegetto in his attempt to end his life. The words they said to the fused warrior intrigued Byakko about how the mortals comforted each other in times of need. Regardless, he took a step back and sat on the little mist that surrounded him. He watched from above, falling at blazing speeds with the rest of the Breakers. His hair whipped wildly as he gazed at the new cities form and rubble rush past them. Finally, he spoke towards the group comforting Vegetto.

"It looks as if little Vegetto made up his mind and given up, accepting the faults and qualms with his ways. I suppose he's right," Byakko said as he watched everything whiz past them at light speed. "After his last declaration, I can only assume that you all mean nothing to him in comparison to his wife. Why argue against it? After everything I have seen and all the fights you Breakers have been through, he easily tossed that to the side for his own selfish desires. As long as it benefits him, it didn't matter what you guys thought. He even admits to it."

Despite Byakko's harsh words, he spoke with no malice or his usual sadism behind his voice.

"I say let him fall. Why help him if all he does is use you then push you away? He was never as strong as he thought he was and he's not as fun as I imagined him to be. Perhaps he lied to you in order to appear important, or maybe, he simply lied to himself. Either way, for a man of his caliber, he broke quite easily."

Byakko never took his gaze away from the flashing lights and continued to smoke from his pipe. He laid his body back against the mist, basking at how the area changed around them. From there, he distanced himself slightly from the group, no doubt ignoring anything they'll say in their defense. He drowned himself in his smoke as his appearance was hidden entirely from view.

Maybe they aren't as boring as I thought... If they are as tenacious in their beliefs as they are fickle, then perhaps I can have more fun than I initially thought. I think my little Cuki can wait a while...

As the rock descended, the bright colors and lights that flickered around hid his actions, albeit for a moment. From the cloud of smoke and mist fell Cuki almost entirely unharmed. She landed on the floor with a thud and appeared untouched from the whole ordeal. She gasped for breath and coughed out the smoke she was surrounded in. There was only one small difference and it appeared in her eyes which developed to resemble cat eyes.

"W-What happened?"
 
Throughout Byakko's comments, Vegetto stood only with the same, solemn and defeated look. His appearance mostly remained unfazed throughout the harsh analysis, and despite the cutting words, his empty stare avoided even looking up to Byakko in heavy contrast to the typical rage he normally would've enacted against the criticism.

Vegetto's head only turned down slightly, both the speech from Bernkastel, Cross and from Byakko failing to rouse even any separate emotions. He quivered again, unable to move past the glaring issue, stuck on it as he spoke.

"You're wrong. It's just a pile of ash."
 
Bernkastel listened to Cross and Byakko chime in their own ideas on the matter, though she seemed to nod in agreement more with Cross.

"It's a real pity, really. But I'm certain he'll come around soon enough..." she withdrew the hand she held out towards Vegetto. "It's their first time processing something like this, so they will need some time to think over the idea. We'll simply have to be patient..." she said, referring to the three in grief around them.

His resolve is too weak to go on, that much is true. But by doing that, Doom might have created the greatest bully of them all. It's easy, you just need to torment them horribly for a little bit. Bernkastel smiled in the thought. All you need to do is suddenly stop and present them with an opportunity of power. Just dangle it slightly above the depth of hell they've fallen into and it will be enough.

"Will your choice be disappointing too, Spina? It's just the six of us left standing with a couple coins in our hands. Do you intend to change things this time around, or will you go back to your old life as a thug skulking around for the next scrap of violence to entertain you?" Bernkastel kept her palm out towards him, looking over her shoulder at Cuki and smiling before turning back to him. "What kind of world would you want for innocent souls that end up here? Would you watch them fall into the preying hands of a selfish god over and over, or would you guide them towards a life far more liberating than that? Think carefully now."
 
Clocking going down minute by minute yet felt like an eternity as they fell downward from the supposed heavens above. Spina stared at Bernkastel’s hand after she pressed on with a question. Byakko’s taunt enraged him, but he couldn’t usher a word in since he walked off, but Cross’ sentiment was correct. He never felt this feeling before—the compassion for others. Initially, he wanted to give in too—if Vegetto couldn’t stand it, how can he? 

Before Spina made his statement, he witnessed Cuki appearing, causing his eyes to widen. Seeing her again, he turned back to Bernkastel hand. “Bernkastel, I don’t break that easily. My body may be ruin, but my spirit never dies.” He grabbed her hand. “I didn’t trust that Voice for a second… I, no, we won’t let another person get sucked into this… ever.” His eyes became sharp as he stared into Bernkastel's eyes. 

The rock rushed towards its trajectory, Cuki’s Apartment, intending to hit with all its might.
 
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