The Reality Vortex: Shadow Games

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The Tournament Souvenir Stands

Berserk silently stood attentive, staring back up at Lucifer with a neutral expression. She didn't immediately respond at first, continuing to hold his gaze before taking a step back. Placing her hands on her hip, she tilted her head to smirk up at the angel.

"Heh, what're you saying? Of course I am-- I'm a Plutonium - no, a Powerpunk Girl! Once my mind's set, nothing is an obstacle for very long. It'll take a whole lot more than a worm to get rid of me!" Berserk stood firmly in her place. "I'm not just gonna be the strongest Powerpunk, I'm here to see who can give me a fun battle-- the Breakers won't be in any short supply of challengers like that but I need to step my game up if I want to have any chance of surviving for the long run. Like Grandpa said-- nobody needs dead weight to drag everybody down. So I gotta stay three steps ahead of the game. You're more than happy to help with that ain't ya?"

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Tournament Waiting Room

"Alright! We got just enough time for a snack stop. We'll be back in a little bit, Announcer Dude!" The woman placed a hand on Daiman's shoulder. "By the way, the name's Mooli. What's yours?" She asked; in her excitement to have a quick bite Mooli already had placed two fingers to her forehead. Their silhouettes were left behind as after-images upon leaving the fighter lobby.

Not many seconds after the two were outside of the stadium amidst a small plaza with assorted street eats. "Oh, sorry-- I forgot to warn you in case you get motion sick..." She stuck her hand out to shake hands with Daiman. "Whaddo you like to eat? If you have your favorite, maybe it'll help with the jitters."

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"Conviction..." Bernkastel mumbled. "I see. Then what would yours be, Spina?" she asked curiously, since he seemed to place it with high importance. Vegetto's sudden departure from the conversation made her pause with mild confusion but she elected to ignore it.
 
Waiting Room – Small Plaza

“Uh, my name is Daiman---”

Immediately afterwards, Daiman appeared outside of the room and was outside of the stadium. He could barely comprehend what happened and fell to his knees. “W-what…”

He was on the verge of puking but managed to fight against it. “Y-yeah… thanks for the warning…” Daiman regains his composure and shook Mooli’s hand. “Um... I like… burgers.” He held onto his stomach. “What kind of move was that…?”

Tournament Arena

Once the arena was restored to its peak condition, the announcer stepped into the ring beaming with vigor. “Thank you everyone for being so patient! We have a little bit of an issue, but rest assure, the tournament will continue!”

Fist pumping the air, the announcer turns to the large screen that shows all the remaining fighters. “Fighting in this round is Dielec and our favorite returning participant, Omegamon! Everyone, give them a round of applause!”

Omegamon stepped into the arena. The first thing he did was observe the spectator area as if he was looking for someone. “Not here after all…” He expressed disappointment. “For sure I thought I sense Goku among the audience. Was I mistaken?” He thought to himself.

The Digimon eyed the Breakers, instantly recognizing them. “The Breakers are here…?” He turned away from them to see his opponent approach the arena. “I was told that Goku was involved with the Breakers on some case. If they’re here, then surely Goku should still be around, but he’s nowhere to be found?” He was completely lost in thought, barely paying too much attention to his surroundings.

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Spina turned to Bernkastel when she prompted him with a question. “Isolation.” It was a short, but straight to the point.

“No… something is off.” Clark turned to the direction where Vegetto stormed off. “He’s sure taking his sweet time… I’ll go check on him.”

“I’ll go with you.” Vortex Man didn’t like how Clark’s tone was bit of a downer side.

“Alright. We should all go. He looked pretty upset—”

“Don’t give a shit, I’m watching the fight.” Spina shot down Clark right away and refused to move at all. He had little to no interest in Vegetto’s dilemma.

“Okay…” Clark accepted Spina and didn’t want to protest. His concern for Vegetto was building and the pressure on the back of his neck became much heavier. “Let’s go.” With a simple nod, both Kryptonians flew off with haste.

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Tournament Souvenir Stands – Mob Violence

As the Kryptonians flew through the entire stadium park, Clark spotted a crowd of people rushing in to beat on Vegetto. Nothing but panic and fear appeared on Clark’s face. “What the heck are you people doing?!” He shouted on the apparent mob violence that aspired. “Vortex! Back me up, I’m going to disperse the crowd—” A sudden rush of red lightning surges across his body. “Arghh!” He cringed in pain. “What…!? Gosh nabbit! My body…?!” He fell, crashing on a nearby food stand.

“Clark!? What’s wrong?!” Vortex Man shouted at him, but instantaneous pain rendered Clark incapable of speech and incapacitated. The Kryptonian had to deal with Clark later; the focus is ensuring that the people get away from Vegetto and making sure the latter doesn’t blow up the place over it. “Hey! Back off! What the hell are you doing?!” Not giving them a chance to respond, with a wave of his hand, Vortex Man blew them away with strong winds. It wasn’t deadly or anything dangerous, just enough to provide space for the Potara Saiyan.

With the people out of the way, Vortex Man approached Vegetto with caution. “I sense that same toxicity that Hart warned about. Ever since that guy turned into whatever that was…” The Kryptonian balled his hands into fists. “He been an unstable mess from what I heard and seeing it in person… Now he’s trying to fight against that mark Spawn put on him. He’s a damn fool…” He turned his head slightly to Clark struggling to stand on his feet. “Sorry… but I’m not taking chances.” Vortex Man cocked his hand back with full intention of killing Vegetto. “Let’s hope you calm down when you’re a coin. Maybe, just maybe your influence will wane once you’re gone.” His fist glowed brightly as he launched his fist toward the Potara Saiyan.

Mere seconds before impact, Vegetto vanished from Vortex Man’s sight. Punching against the ground and kicking up dirt as consequences, the Kryptonian looked around to see where he had gone. His ears perked, hearing footsteps coming in his direction.

A tall man wearing a long indigo blue trench coat with a dark teal long sleeved button shirt with an extended collar, matching pants with a white belt o his waist and black shoes. “Not only do I hear that Coella is making betting pools in my tournaments again… but the Breakers are present as well?” His tone was rough, harsh and seemingly proud. “Guess luck is on my side today…”

“Kaiba…?” Vortex Man recognized the man who organized the tournament. His eyes trailed over, seeing a card in the man’s hand. He felt an alarming level of toxicity in that card. Using his super-sight to have a closer examination. “V-vegetto?!” Seeing the Saiyan turned into a card.

“I seen enough to know where this is going… I’ve been spying on the Breakers for a while ever since our first encounter.” Kaiba referencing the time Breakers came to his card shop in Metropolis. “I’m not going to let some musclehead turn this place into a desolate wasteland. I already have that in another city, so that just bad business practices.” He turns to the people that participate in the mob beatings. “I can always use some more fodders as well.”

Clark finally managed to stand on his feet and stood next to Vortex Man. “Kaiba…” He already heard everything, but he did not like the idea of someone trapping Vegetto.

“Clark… my favorite participant. I didn’t know you were friends with him.” Kaiba chuckled.

“Kaiba, listen. I think things just got out of hand and people got scared.” Clark took few steps closer to Kaiba. “Let him go so I can talk to him---” Underneath his feet, the entire ground shine so bright that it nearly blinded both Kryptonians.

“Sorry, but I have a worthy opponent to find.” Kaiba smirks. “I activated the trap card!”

Tournament Souvenir Stands – Clothes Shopping

Lucifer nodded. “What a vigorous soul you have, dear Berserk. I have no doubt that you will become something magnificent. Indeed, I’ll gladly help you achieve what you’re aiming for. Now… for your body to absorbed Magatama…” The angel held his right hand up and without warning, stabbed Berserk through the chest. “You must die.” It was a swift blow. He pierced her body as if it was mainly butter. He stood over her with a neutral expression. He pushed her back in between buildings to prevent any passerby from noticing. “You will feel your stamina drop, and your mind going haywire. Your energy levels drop so fast, you won’t even have the strength to fly away. But rest assured…”

Pulling out his bloody hand from Berserk’s chest, Lucifer’s eyes darkened. “This is necessary step as the Magatama feeds on your body in attempts to prevent you from dying and merged with you. From there, the Magatama will test your reason. Your personal journey worth for it to give its power to you.” The angel stared at his bloody hand and simply clean it with a handkerchief. “Do try to convince the Magatama by showing the same vigor you shown me. Then you shall be reborn. Well, figurately speaking.” He chuckled slightly as he dropped the worm into her chest as it worked its way through. “Your mind will no doubt be confronted with vivid images, caused by the demonic power of the Magatama. I suggest you stand strong, so you won’t perish.”
 
Dielec smiled as she stepped into the arena herself, popping her neck a bit as she got ready, while waving at two members in the audience she spotted, whom in turn waved back at her.

"I'll see you soon, Brachi and Bara..." she said to herself, "first I have this tournament to go through."

She then bowed respectfully towards Omegamon, before going in her battle stance, ready.
 
“Looks like I’ll have to go diggin’ for more information later… Alter Beings are interesting, to say the least. I have barely any information on them, so maybe I should talk to Hart later when the time arises… If that kid is an Alter Being, I’ll find out…” Avalon said to himself. He looked around and noticed Vegetto, Clark, and Vortex Man gone.

They should’ve been back by now… I doubt Vegetto could have gotten far. Something feels wrong… Crap, I hope Vegetto’s not acting a fool again…

“Hey, I’m going to look for Vegetto, Clark, and Vortex Man. Keep my seat warm, Miss Bernkastel.” Avalon said before turning to Spina. For a moment, he worried about leaving Bernkastel with Spina, but he knew that she would be the only one to handle him. “Right, I’ll be back!”

Avalon rose from his seat and walked out of the seating area. He performed a few hand signs and held out his hand. A small paper sparrow appeared on his palm, chirping. With a single whistle, the sparrow flew into the air, flying in a random direction while Avalon picked the other direction.


Near Lucifer, he would feel someone watching him and an intense feral spirit approach him and Berserk. Between the buildings, a tall figure landed silently behind the two, not even stirring the ground despite being a giant. Two large ears flicked as the person raised his head, staring at Lucifer behind a black, cracked, visor. Lucifer saw his own reflection from the visor, followed by two large tails swaying gracefully behind the person.

“Ah, killing Breakers, are you, Lucifer Morningstar?” The voice was that of Zenta. “I suggest you explain yourself, now, unless you want me to handle this by force.”


As Bernkastel and Spina spoke amongst themselves, someone shuffled between the seats, taking Avalon’s seat next to Bernkastel. He was heard eating some popcorn and a hot dog while slurping on a Big Gulp soda. The man picked up his feet, placing them on the seat in front of him while he watched the next fight with glee.

“Man, I’m hyped! I think this one is gonna be good, I can feel it!”

The voice was very familiar. It was none other than Asher, the young man who lost to Turles. He was already patched up after visiting the medic tent. Up close, Asher had a lot more hair than normal, and his features certainly looked familiar. The young man had markings on his face, that, upon closer inspection, looked almost like the ones Cuki has. He was about as young as Berserk, perhaps a year older, but just as immature. The sunglasses he wore were still cracked, so he took them off. Once those glasses came off, his eyes shined a brilliant rainbow color. There was no doubt he was an Alter Being.

“Hope this seat ain’t taken.” Asher offered Bernkastel and Spina some of his popcorn while he munched on his chili cheese dog, getting some chili on his cheeks. It was obvious how much he liked food. His tail curled around his drink, showing that it acted almost like another arm for him. “I want to be right in front of all the action. It’s so sick seeing all these strong fighters, don’cha think?”
 
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Tournament Arena

Twirling his microphone, the announcer pointed at Dielec. “On this corner, she’s an Android who can utilize lightning! Maybe she can create thunder clouds or shoot lightning bolts from her eyes?! Who knows? Meet Dielec!”

The announcer turns to Omegamon. “And on this corner, a Digimon that was part of an elite group called the Royal Knights from his world! He’s our most returning contestant who has a friendly rivalry with Goku! Meet Omegamon!”

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In the secluded area with Coella and other gamblers, one of them was particularly eager for this battle. Omegamon was the fan favorite in these tournaments. He displays skill and elegance compared to most fighters. They had no information on Dielec, but he was confident that Omegamon would win easily. “Hmph. Gambling is such a risky… right. Don’t get sour grapes when you lose all those winnings! Omegamon is going to take the win for sure!”

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After a round of roaring applause from the spectators, Omegamon seems focused now. “Apologies for ignoring you earlier. I was hoping that he’ll be participating in this tournament, but that seems doubtful now.” He looks up at a particular building.

The Digimon circled his arm, then quickly swiped his arm down. In reaction, his right hand transformed into cannon. “I’ll give it my all… I have a reputation you know. Can’t be losing to anyone until I get my true fight. No personal feelings, right?”

The announcer jumped in the air, full of excitement. “Alright! Both fighters, ready…? GO!”

“Garuru Cannon!” Straight way, Omegamon fired a freezing ball of energy ice hurling towards Dielec as it left trails of ice in its wake.

Tournament Souvenir Stands – Clothes Shopping

“Following me, Zenta? You don’t have to sneak around, I won’t bite.” Lucifer wasn’t fazed by Zenta’s sudden appearance. “Force? Oh my. You must at least take me out to dinner first, with some lovely flowers, before you can do that. I’m very delicate, you know?”

The angel crouched down and stared at Berserk’s body. “Berserk asked to become powerful and I’d obliged. Don’t worry, she’ll live as long she maintains her strong will and purpose.”
 
Dielec hopped into the air to avoid the incoming ice ball, landing on the side of the ice trail and launching first a yellow colored sphere of energy that mysteriously began to bounce around the arena harmlessly, while Dielec herself fired a basic energy wave known as the Arc Blast. While this was like a basic energy wave initially, it did have some electric power into it to increase its damage output, so even if it would be blocked, there would still be a fringe of the electric energy that can be felt, like when someone would be hit with a bolt of static, known as a static shock, or hear the soft crackling sound when pulling off a sweater while the air is sufficiently dry, like it would be during winter.

It was this bouncing orb however that Dielec was using as a distraction, as there was a rather deceptive use to it. At first sight, it appeared to have little use and indeed, it could just fade into nothingness over time as its bouncing got less and less, like how a bouncing ball can eventually stop. However, as the orb landed on the ground directly below Omegamon the orb exploded into a bolt of lightining, inflicting relatively little damage as if he just received a heavy punch or kick, but could also briefly stun the target, making it an effective combo breaker which would let Dielec on her turn recover and renew her assault, or perhaps even recover some ki energy along the way.

In this situation Dielec simply charged in to deliver several punches and kicks for a quick combination attack before charging electricity in her right hand after which she unleashes it forward to her opponent, creating a powerful electric energy burst to send Omegamon flying.
 
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"That's the kind of confidence I like to see!" Coella pointed toward the man dramatically, suddenly full of spunk, unlike her calm demeanor seconds ago. "Bet on Omegamon to your heart's content! As some say, luck is what you make of it! People are lucky because they believe so! And even looking at the stats, Omegamon is a shoo-in, especially knowing all the ins and outs of this tournament from re-entering every time! A royal knight with all the training under his belt can't hope to fail!"

Coella jumped up a small poof from a magic gust and she floated above her table, twisting and twirling on her newly appeared broomstick as she spoke.

"But then there's the newcomer! Dielec, an Android of unknown origins, is only known by the information she relays! Quiet, respectful, and has the entire audience to impress! Who knows what kind of hidden power she possesses? Luck is surely to be on her side if she wins, for it would be a miracle for her to beat such a powerful opponent!"

Once she finished, however, she seemed to calm down and gracefully land back into her seat, the broom shrinking down and poofing into a small pendant before landing in the witch's hat.

"However it goes, winning, losing, coming to a nail-biting draw, I don't like to hold any grudges. Like I said before, the fun is in the gamble. It would be rude of me to blame Lady Luck for a decision she has ordained... But enough of my chatter, let's enjoy the show and see who walks out with deep pockets!" Coella finally laughed and watched the battle, her little cottontail wagging vigorously.
 
The old man enters the waiting room and sits down where he was the first time. The old man sits down and watches the fight saying nothing.

The old man thinks "I did hear mumblings about a group called the brakers. Are those just a group of local unfortunate brats? As long you don't cross any their bottom lines or poke the too much, they are harmless."
 
Tournament Arena

Omegamon swiped his left arm down; a grey sword emerged from his left hand. Seeing the attack coming, the Digimon slashed through with relative ease. However, the Digimon cringed from pain with the secondary effects from the attack took hold, forcing him to go down on his knees.

“Omegamon blocked the blast, but he still got shocked!” The announcer analyzed.

“Tch…” Omegamon noticed the ball that Dielec fired earlier landed in front of him. Suddenly, it exploded into bolts of lightning, once again shocking the Digimon. As Dielec dashed forward, the Digimon shook it off and jumped several feet back. Getting proper footing, he dashed forward in swift speeds and tackled Dielec with a shoulder tackle.

Pushing her back, Omegamon continued his assault. “Grey Sword!” With a series of brilliant movements, the Digimon uppercuts Dielec with his blade towards the sky. For several seconds, his blade gathers light until it shines beautifully. “Omega Blast!” The Digimon swings it at her direction, engulfing the android in a huge explosion.

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“Tch… that attitude… she’s mocking me.” The gambler thought to himself, feeling kind of embarrassed that Coella is clearly in it for the fun of it. “Come on, Omegamon! Show that bucket of bolts that you mean business!”

Tournament Souvenir Stands – Mob Violence

After the bright light cooled down, everyone involved in the mob violence had disappeared, including Vortex Man and Clark. Kaiba, impressed by the haul he gathered, started shuffling through the cards one by one. There were notable people, but his greatest possessions with Vegetto and the Kryptonians. A mere glance of their stats, their abilities and the color of the card stood out from the rest. “With this… there’s no way I’ll lose.” He peered onto Vegetto’s card because there was something different about him. His statement about spying on the Breakers was true—but only to a certain extent. It was destroyed during the events when the Xy’phers invaded Rouge City. Any information afterwards was unknown to him. “No matter, I’ll improvised once I put him in play.”

Kaiba turned towards the tournament with a sneer. “If Vegetto is here, then the rest of the Breakers are watching the battle as well. They should be on their second match now, and I bet that Witch is making a killing with her picks. Heh. Just wait…”
 
Dielec grunted as she was first hit with the shoulder tackle, then engulfed by the explosion from the Omega Blast. However, while she did receive some damage, she wasn't down for the count just yet. Raising an arm high in the air, she proceeded to summon a number of lighting bolts from the sky to strike at Omegamon, before charging in for a quick combo move with several kicking strikes after which she fires a large electrically charged energy sphere at him, the close range allowing the attack to detonate to send Omegamon flying backwards, before she hopped a bit backwards herself to get some distance in, landing with grace on the arena ground, ready to defend herself against any retaliation while also releasing another of her 'Leaping Thunder' orbs to intercept Omegamon or interrupt his attack at any moment's notice.
 
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