Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

"Erm, ain't it just… technology manipulation? Like… psychic stuff?"

He tries harder to explain it but can't come up with a good technobabble for it.

"I think that's Technopathy...but close enough," Miles shrugged as she started visualizing the power to bend technology to one's will. To be able to access, hack, and reinvent all manner of devices. The power soon took the shape of a small prismatic orb which he handed to Oxa, "There you go."

"…?"

He takes the orb.

"What do I do with it?"

"Absorb it into yourself and its power will be yours."

"… If you say so."

He starts to eat the orb, putting up to his mouth and slowly digesting it into his facial flesh.

"Mbmbmbmbcocpmommcs?"

Damn it, don't talk with your mouth full.

"Umm...no offense, but I kinda expected you to absorb it through your skin..." Miles commented at the sight of Oxa's eating methods.

"Mmbmmtmhmskn?"

He finishes up, and cracks his knuckles.

"So, what now?"

"Well, I guess I should ask, how do you feel after all that? You feel anymore confident than you were before? I noticed you were adapting pretty fast to fighting back there."

"I guess."

He grimaces a bit.

"Yeah, I guess."

"How do I use it?"

"Well...reach out with your mind towards some electrical device and then try mentally commanding it to do what you want...I'd recommend starting with something simple like "turn on" or "turn off". Try it with my 3DS." She set it down before Oxa.

He gets into a Pstandard Psychic Pstance.

"Erm, Turn On!"

He tries to activate his machine magic.

"- and after that, within ten minutes the Dorkie race was totally subdued! Honestly, I'd say it was one of my finest, most efficient, most absolutely brilliant campaigns!"

God Emperor Kurrikket is gnawing on some grass he appears to have scooped off the floor.

Edited by Rbade on Jul 10th 2018 at 5:06:50 AM

At his command, the device turned on. Nebula clapped, "Nicely done. First try too."

He blushes a bit, though due to bizarre alien biology it isn't quite noticeable the way a human would.

"Uhm… thanks, guys."

"Turn Off!"

The game system turned off, "Good, very good. I gotta say, you seem to have a real affinity for this kind of thing. Almost as if you've...done this before..." Miles trailed off as things started clicking in his head...and he proceeded to facepalm, "Oh my gosh, why didn't I see it sooner? You're part cyborg, aren't you?"

"I mean… I guess? Template is a cyborg, and he put metal bits into my head, but I dunno… hm, I think so, yeah."

He pops another Confusion Cure. Hey, they taste good.

"Man, do I feel foolish right now. When you whipped out the Android Barrier, I should've picked up on it..." Miles sighed and took a seat, "I never bothered to ask, but what exactly are the things you can do?"

"Well, uh, I'm actually not sure. I don't get out much. But since I'm an exact copy of Template…"

"Hm… strength, speed, the gizmos up in me, items from our inventory, ki blasts and constructs, frostfire manipulation, and super forms. Probably a few other things that slipped my mind."

"Oh, and technomancy."

Outside NLA (Approaching the North Gate)

"Ah, really? I never would have suspected that one could do such a thing with merely a handful of elephants and a breadbasket!" Bahamut said, slightly shocked but also genuinely impressed. His shield and sword had long since ceased emanating their psionic signals of distress, as they had, much like Perfect Kars, eventually stopped thinking. "Well, here we are. It's been an interesting journey, but I believe we must go our separate ways now. I wish you well in your battles, Kurrikket!"

Megan returned after a long moment in the hangar that had partially been spent rummaging for the tools, and partially spent thinking about how to help out Reyna. Ultimately, she had decided that she was not inebriated enough yet to deal with an emotional scenario, and had a shot of... something. Anyone else in the barracks area would have noted the fact that it smelled distinctly of fire, but looked like any other alcohol. With her nerves sufficient calmed — although, she was not actually drunk — Megan headed back out. She set the tools down where she would need them later, took a deep breath, and went over to Reyna.

"Heyo, Reyna... Still shaken up after that thing from a few days ago, or do you... not want to talk about it yet? Either way... I'm here for you, and so is Domon, don't forget that," she said softly.

Noctilum

Wrùstöiz is meditating in between a trio of trees. He slowly floats into the air with 9 holocrons floating around him. Some smaller rocks nearby float, as the wind blows a soft sweet air. Birds sing a mellow melody from all corners of Noctilum.

Kurrikket

"I think we are still miscommunicating some things… but no matter! Thank you, God of Dragons! I will see you… later!"

He hammily whips around, and prepares to take his leave.

Though to be honest, he has no idea where he is going.

Noctilum

A piece of the Jamba Heart crashlands into the ground near Wrùstöiz.

NLA: Industrial Sector

A young woman sped down the street on a motorbike, swerving left and right between cars. She wore mostly leather, black with hints of purple and pink, and had an eyepatch over her left eye, and a smirk on her face. Her hair was instantly recognizable, woven into two points slightly above her head.

There was a creature on her back, holding on for dear life. It looked like a plush, no larger than a munchkin, with crazy orange hair, green skin, khaki shorts and a goofy, toothy smile. Its eyes were full of life and also lifeless, with vibrant blue irises.

The pair eventually stopped at a parking spot in front of an alleyway and got out, the creature jumping off of the woman's back.

"This is where he wanted to meet. Hopefully, I can have some fun..."

"Nyah! Grahahah!"

The pair then walked into the alley.

Juri and Blanka-Chan have entered the Arena!

Ignore the Kusanagi thing. I thought Wrustroz or whatever was a location, not a character.

Edited by DefRevenge24601 on Jul 10th 2018 at 9:19:32 AM

Wrùstöiz senses the heart, exuding its dark energy. It breaks his concentration as he falls to the ground, the holocrons with him. He looks towards the heart, as he stands. His senses warn him not to go any closer, but he does despite that. As his senses become clouded with darkness, he turns away. His senses are still clouded as he slowly clears his mind, focusing on the force energy of the forest.

Dedede comes charging into Wrustoiz's presence and brings his hammer down on the Jamba Heart piece. Instead of shattering, the purple stone is merely flung up into the air by the force of the swing.

Wrùstöiz turns as he hears the sound, unsheating but not activating his double bladed lightsaber.    "What a large hammer you have there, must make up for no brain."    He attempts to use the force on the Jamba heart to keep it in the air.

Edited by KrampusTheTherapist on Jul 10th 2018 at 7:24:10 AM