The Reality Vortex: The Black Rose

Victor thinks "It seems that I going to be derailing with this groups pass a bit by how these kids have reacted to this Yowl." The team of gnome engineers are finished with the hole that Spina made very quickly. Victor unsummons them after they were finished.

Victor asks "Sence some of us are know the Yowl in question can someone explain to me what to expect?"
 
The Lab

As the explanation began, both Cayde and Vegetto looked on in silence while Kire explained the situation. Neither figure moved or changed expression at the sight of Federation City; having some familiarity with the city due to their time apart from the Breakers. Vegetto had crossed his arms in front of his chest, but as soon as the picture of the Yowl came into view, his eyes widened to the brim.

Whis blinked in shock as well, turning his head first down to Mooli who was closer with a momentary glance before shifting his attention to Vegetto. The angel paused, the visible cracks on his body still somewhat prevelant despite the healing gradually diminishing their glow, and he cleared his throat audibly once Kire finished and addressed the question regarding the Yowl.

"Yowls are creations of this world, formed from Dark Energy. We will need to be careful in dealing with her; she is an imitation of the real Kass-"

"I'll talk to her."

Vegetto had turned his head, his eyes narrowed as he quickly stopped Whis from continuing.

"If Kass is alive...then I'll find her. She's my wife after all...she'd come around as soon as I see her again."

Whis narrowed his eyes as well, unconvinced and stern.

"That would be foolish."

Vegetto scoffed in reply, turning his gaze off Whis and back to the image of Yowl Kassava.

"Then you can stay here and sit this one out. Everyone gets what they want if I reunite with my wife here; this man gets his lab, the Breakers get to pay off their debt, and I find the happiness I lost."

Cayde shifted uncomfortably in his stance, but the android stood silent without a reply while he looked for Whis to talk sense into the Potara fusion. Yet too, the angel stood tall and did not immediately respond; unsure of how to dissuade the man from the clear delusion he was setting himself into.

Vegetto turned his narrowed eyes to Kire, his dual voice firm and ignoring the others' attempts to form a better plan of action. He met Kire's pupils; his own shaking ever so slightly in the massive sea of desperation hiding under the surface.

"Tell us how to get to her."
 
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Mooli's expression blanked out a bit hearing different names being dropped around regarding the lab. Raising of an eyebrow here, a confused squint in vague recollection at a different name there. But like the others, the mention of Kassava caught her attention the most. And seeing the picture of Yowl Kassava on Kire's screen, Mooli's shock matched Whis and Vegetto's. "That's...!"

She continued to stare at the image, her gaze transfixed on every detail of Yowl Kassava the resolution allowed. The longer she looked, her expression of surprise gradually shifted. A frown took root on her face and her eyebrows furrowed. Mooli looked at Vegetto with an initial apprehensive disapproval of how he dismissed Whis. She crossed her arms and fidgeted where she stood following the awkward silence Cayde and Whis held. With the silence bordering on uncomfortable, the Saiyan woman let out a quiet sigh through her nose to approach Vegetto from behind. "Wait."

Mooli reached out to Vegetto, yet her hand only hovered over his shoulder, hesitant to touch the fusion in a casually impudent manner. Settling for a quick tug on the back of his gi, she decided to speak.

"Sis is my family too-- not quite like the way she is for you, but I know something's just not right here." Mooli adjusted her pink-shaded glasses against the bridge of her nose as she gestured to the screenshot of Yowl Kassava. "I mean, why would she stay in a city filled with evildoers just to guard one of Doom's labs? She'd destroy the place and be done with it. And... ugh... as much as I don't like it... our Kass wouldn't leave you by yourself like this. She'd probably go right to the nearest TV station and be all, 'Have you seen this big pineapple-haired lug around here!? His hair can turn blue and he's got big eyebrows and looks like he's constipated all the time, but he's my husband and he really does have a heart of gold when you get to know him!'" Mooli's imitation of Kassava's voice was terribly falsetto before going back to her usual pitch. "Like that. This Kass looks... kinda scary. The only version of her I can think of who would act mean and violent like this would have to be a crazy one."
 
“Hardly.” Spina answered Coella. “But I’m curious of her power now.” Moreover, the old Saiyan quickly took note of what Whis said regarding Yowls. “A fake”. Seeing Vegetto dismissed him so he could spare a chance to meet with her, and Mooli trying to make sense of the situation.

“Because she doesn’t want to see Vegetto. Got tired of his nonsense and hovering over her like a damn leech. Bet the fake is all excited that she gets to be her own person now…” Spina felt envious at the thought.

“Fake…? I think it’s wrong to call them a fake—” Daiman tried to defend Mooli, but Spina cut him off straight away.

“You deaf? They just called them yowls, and they’re creation of dark energy. I bet that fake Bernkastel is probably one of those too. For why they have their faces, I don’t know, but they’re fakes.” Spina smirks. “But even a fake can tell bullshit from a mile away. I say let Vegetto find her, so she can really rub it in how shit he really is.”
 
Kire blinked, listening to the smaller conversations in the room as he glanced towards the massive screen showcasing Yowl Kassava. While he did not know the Breakers personally, he did feel a type of way when Vegetto mentioned Kassava to be his wife. Without even realizing, he clutched Evelyn’s coin tighter.

“Gettin’ to Federation City is the easy part, gettin’ in, however, is tough. Good thing my informant is there to help you, tho’.” Kire said. “I don’t care what you do to Darkseid or that Kass’ girl but get me that lab.”

“And how exactly are we going to get there?” Avalon asked, tilting his head. “We don’t know how to get there, and we don’t have a map…”

“Let me handle that, my guy. You’re goin’ to take Jaz with you, she’ll be your personal GPS.” Kire replied, confidently. “In fact, you’ll be holdin’ onto her for a while. I need you to sneak Jaz into the lab so she can snag it for me.”

“Wait, how are we going to take Jaz? She’s, uh…” Avalon glanced at the pink and purple tendrils in the ceiling. He could not wrap his head around what Jaz is supposed to be. “She’s just metallic tentacles…”

“Hey, don’t talk ‘bout my daughter like that.” Kire barked at Avalon. “But I got you covered. I made a phone where Jaz can be transported. I’ll be able to keep in touch with you guys and Jaz will be steering you in the right direction.”

“A… phone?” Avalon tilted his head more. What the hell is a phone...?

“Yeah, it’s got a built-in map, tracker, unlimited calls, international, internet, games…” Kire went on before he began to hear glass cracking, specifically from Zenta’s pod. Zenta remained motionless in the pod, but the power surging within began to boil the liquid Zenta was suspended in.

Suddenly, the cracks splintered throughout the pod, unable to contain the beast any longer. A loud shatter echoed in the lab as Zenta landed on the floor, his pristine fur entirely soaked. There was a long pause before Zenta slowly lifted his head, his visor gone, showing two empty black sockets. Liquid dripped from his cherished fur, and a low growl was heard from the beast, upset that his entire body was soaked. His sights were set directly on Kire as he began to walk towards the human.

“Dad, the beast is highly dangerous!” Jaz said, her voice was in a panic. “I sense incredible bloodlust!”

“Oh shit!” Kire yelped, falling from his chair and scrambling to safety. “Hey, hey! Control your dog!”

“Whoa, whoa! Zenta, it’s okay! He’s a friend!” Avalon frantically waved his arms to calm Zenta. “He helped us!”

“Yeah grandpa!” Asher jumped in, happy to see his grandfather back to normal. The slash wound from Vegetto Black’s sword healed, leaving behind a light scar. “He’s cool!”

“W-Why is the dog so upset?!” Kire said, already hiding behind his desk, as if it would protect him.

“Grandpa really hates getting his fur wet.” Asher laughed. “It’s his biggest peeve.”

“Okay, well, damn! Calm him down…” Kire mumbled, feeling Zenta’s gaze like a knife to his chest. “Jeez…”

“Grandpa, Kire’s going to send us to a Doom lab in the middle of a city filled with bad guys with his daughter. He said he’s got a machine that can bring coins back to life or something. But the lab is guarded by a Yowl and a dude called Darkseid.” Asher said enthusiastically. “It’s going to be so much fun!”

“Kid, you ain’t makin’ me look good when you say it like that…” Kire said before glancing towards the other Breakers. “Let me set you guys up so you can get to Federation City. I modified one of Doom’s gizmos into a portal gun. Now, I can’t put you directly in Fed’ City, you’d be jumped immediately, so I’ll put you just outside where you won’t be spotted.”

Kire held up a cell phone, tossing it into the air for Jaz to catch, plugging herself in.

“Jaz will help you out, guiding you inside, and, hopefully, to my informant. Don’t worry about the battery life on that phone. It’s got about 949 years left before it needs to charge again.” Kire opened a random drawer, digging through some junk before pulling out a handgun modified with Doom’s technology.

With a simple cock of the gun, he fired a bullet that exploded on the wall behind the Breakers, bursting into a neon blue portal. On the other side was the image of massive city walls, gloomy looking and forged of magical stone and steel. The walls reached up so high that it blocked out the sun. The sky was dark, eerie, and full of looming dark clouds. Federation looked like a fortress, a perfect home for any villain. In the center, the city’s capital was located, as were the richer, stronger, and more nefarious villains living in greed. Around the capital were layers, or, rather, sectors of those who lived in the city. The strong remained in the center and the weak remained closer to the walls like fodder. Slum fodder.

However, that was simply the surface…

“Okay, Jaz should be set up in the phone and you guys should be headin’ out. I’ll keep in touch with you guys and help you if you’re in a pinch.” Kire said, taking a seat back in front of his monitor. “Who you wanna tag along with, Jaz?”

The phone came to life, floating in the air and circling each Breaker to examine them. There was a cute face on the screen, always showing Jaz’s emotions. Finally, the phone paused in front of Asher, spinning around him rapidly, the expression smiling and laughing.

“I want to go with him!” Jaz squealed. “He’s cute!”

No, the fuck he’s not.” Kire muttered under his breath. “Fine, fine! You two look about the same age, sorta. Don’t get any bright ideas, kid, she’s my daughter, my little girl. I will fuck you up if you hurt her. Capeesh?

"Uhm, yes sir..." Asher cleared his throat, oddly intimidated by a man everyone in the room can kill.

The redhead then turned to the Breakers, gesturing to the portal. “You guys know the mission, so get to it. I don’t caret what you do to Kassava or Darkseid, just get me that lab. Oh, and, take care of my little girl, please.”
 
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“Hey! Aren’t you forgetting something?” Spina slammed his fist against the tube. “Let. Me. Out.”

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Moments after Zenta erupted from his tube, a shroud of darkness quickly engulfed the entire room as time itself stopped. A single bubble appeared in front of Bernkastel’s face in the tube and expanded rapidly, forming a gigantic woman. The glass was unable to contain her physical form and quickly gave out, causing the tube to shatter completely. Liquid and glass spread everywhere—but none of them are aware of any of this—only Guardian and Bernkastel are consciously aware in this “realm”.

“Wake up.”

As the Witch of Miracles dropped to the floor in the pool of healing liquid, Guardian towered over her without a hint of damp in her clothing in contrast. She tipped hat to show off her face—despite the neutral expression, her tone would reveal otherwise.

“The gift of Clear Mind granted you much power, and you’re in this sorry state. How many times must’ve happened for you to truly understand the methodology of it?” Guardian’s tone was harsh. “You were a promising disciple, and your mental state was led above the others I’ve bestowed clear mind too. Yet, I’ve wondered if I truly made a grave error of thinking that. You let your emotions run wild; you failed to overcome your insecurities and your desperate struggle to cling to something….” Guardian crouched down and grabbed Bernkastel’s head with two mere fingers.

“Mind Backlash. Just a mere minor distraction can prove fatal to a Clear Mind user. To think of someone on your caliber to be taken advantage of, by a fake of all things. This should’ve been a victory lap for you. This doubt is seeded within me.” Guardian snaps her fingers on her other hand and re-created the monster that Bernkastel’s doppelganger created. “If mere tricks can cause you to stray away the path of Clear Mind”, With a simple trick, she turned the monster into the actual Lambdadelta, with her exact personality and mannerisms as the real thing.

“Bernkastel?! What’s going o—"

Guardian crushed her within the palm in her hands. “Then I do not need you.”

She stares straight into the Witch’s eyes. “Brutality and Growth have a head start as I lag. It’ll be difficult, but finding a new candidate seems to be a better option. I think it’s time that I put you as a new collection to my familiars?”
 
Vegetto listened momentarily to Kire's reply, thinking briefly on how to make his way through the city at the proposed scenario, but his gaze snapped to the side once he felt the gentle tug at his gi. At the sight of Mooli, Vegetto almost recoiled immediately in disgust, as despite the progress he made with developing respect towards her and Daiman was in direct jeopardy from the immense, unresolved desperation that now boiled up within him.

However, Vegetto's expression softened at the sight of the Saiyan woman's stare at him; Mooli's disapproving look eliciting a deep sense of shame from the Potara fusion in acting so rash and childish for some reason. Vegetto stood still, looking down at one of the only survivors from his own universe next, and listening in to her rationale. He did not need much convincing; he already knew that the Yowl Kassava was not the real one. And despite the overwhelming desperation to see even a semblance of his old wife, Vegetto grunted in a semblance of stubborn defiance and glanced to the side.

"Still...I can try to-"

Vegetto stopped, cut off from Spina's damning words that tore through him like a hot knife through butter. The Potara fusion's eyes widened to the brim and fiercely narrowed, immediately turning to Spina in his confinement with a heavy glare. As Spina went further in his insult, Vegetto's eyes shook and trembled in rage; red blood vessels forming as his dual voice thundered out in a shout as he walked towards the tube.

"At least she was worth making a fake out of...unlike you. She was, and always will be, better than you!"

Whis furrowed his eyebrows, perplexed at the notion of Vegetto seemingly choosing to defend his dead wife's honor over his own at Spina's taunting, despite the fact that it was only aimed at the Potara fusion. Yet still, the angel stood by silently while Vegetto leaned closer to the tube, his glare strongly trained on Spina.

"Let this low class mutt out. You keep whining for a fight, I'll give you one."

Cayde watched on uncomfortably, his eyes trained on the team gathering near the freshly spawned portal. The android did not speak out, however, choosing to silently move towards the portal while he kept an eye on Vegetto and Spina.

Please don't let these two break this man's lab...
 
Victor says in a grandfatherly tone "I guest your little girl is growing up Kite." Victor says shifting tone quickly after that to a somewhat more serious tone "On a more serious note something tells me that we will not have any time for what you're showing concern about Kite. O one more thing should we suspect our rabid friend back (Spina)?"

Victor seems oddly unfazed after being dragged in to something that concerned him little.
 
Even though Bernkastel's injuries were certainly healed by now thanks to Kire's technology, Guardian's grip on her head brought back the agonizing headache -- it wasn't as severe as when the backlash occurred, but the touch alone sent a wash of bright pain through her head. She grasped her head with one eye wrenched shut, growling through grit teeth as her eyes watered. She didn't want to be this weak-- she was above this, yet she was weaker than ever. The worst part, she had no explanation for it and Guardian didn't want excuses.

"Again... let me try again...!" she demanded with a strained voice. Bernkastel hated even thinking of begging and making herself look even more pitiful but there had to be a way out of her impending fate. The witch leaned on her frustration to fight the primal fear caused by Guardian's imposing demeanor. "You could cast me aside now if you want, but are you willing to risk losing more time? How many more of your kind will join this game by then? By the time you find a new toy you might be stuck at the bottom for good."

Bern managed a cheeky smirk as she stared back, even though her tail was bristled and coiled protectively around her legs. "Besides... sounds like I'm not too useless if you're willing to keep me to yourself. Better to let me collect dust than be snatched up and repurposed by someone else later? Heh, the look on your face would be priceless if that happened."

Her face fell back to a scowl as she repeated her demand. Gently this time, sounding more like a request.

"I have just as much need to win this as you do, so give me one more chance. I lost a battle, but I'll win you the war. If I screw it up for you again, you can do whatever you want with me."

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Mooli's eyes widened as she grimaced anxiously hearing the bickering start up between Spina and Vegetto, heel-turning and beginning to nudge Daiman and Asher along with Jaz floating in the air between them. "Alllllright kids, let's go on our field-trip to the big evil city before somebody explodes into meat cubes again!" As she passed by Kire corralling the younger ones towards the poral, she jerked a thumb over at Spina. "You should probably catapult him into the portal if you don't want to get turned into a pancake between these two sweaty freakazoids!"
 
Spina smirks. “That’s probably true. The fake one's out here far away from you, and I’m stuck here having to look at your damn mug all day.”

The old Saiyan aggressively pressed his head against the glass to lock eyes with Vegetto. “Come on, then! I’ll blow a hole through your head with one strike. Let's see if you can survive it, unlike your precious wife.”

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“You got quite a mouth on you to be making any sort of demands.” Guardian leaned closer; her eyes expanded, her pupils revealed as dozens of souls swirled around as they shriek their never-ending anguish. The claws of various familiars from underneath Guardian’s dress latched onto Bernkastel, slowly dragging her down, while Guardian maintained a tight grip on her head at the same time.

Soon after, Guardian dropped the Witch to the ground and lifted one finger; the claws retreated underneath her dress. Bernkastel was right—Brutality and Growth have seemingly accomplished a lot in their path to victory. Even if she were to find someone else quick, they may not be able to get the handle of Clear Mind at a steady pace like Bernkastel, and if they were able to master it at all. Spina is on the verge of transforming, and the rapid rate of Yowls appearing is also a problem. Sooner or later, one of them will eventually turn—and the last thing she wanted is Growth’s ego to grow even further than it already had. Despite Bernkastel’s response, Guardian was entirely in agreement with her statements.

“One chance,” Guardian responded. “One chance to turn this around.” She pinches each side of her dress, slowly lifting them up. There were no visible legs—just nothing more than an endless abyss of darkness as far as the eye can see—then monsters. “I’m not unreasonable—I know where I stand to lose. But. Just to make sure you don’t slack off…”

Three figures emerged from the darkness and instantly rushed past her to whatever direction they were headed. “I released three of my familiars—former candidates of Clear Mind. They would challenge you for the right of their freedom. If they bested you; If you fail, you’ll be dragged to eternal hell and become my special little familiar. Where I can watch you, cuddle you, comfort you, … forever.”

The surrounding darkness started to wane as Guardian slowly disappeared. “You be wise to not fail me again, small one. I’ll be watching….” Darkness vanished and time resume—but the shattered pieces of the tube and its liquid spread everywhere as the Witch laid on the ground.
 
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