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[It's early evening, just as the sun sets in a cascade of reds and oranges that from the other side of the sky there is a sudden intense flare of sickening green to the south, the shade often associated with radioactivity, not healthy plantlife. It's bright enough to throw shadows in the opposite direction, briefly leaving everything for an alarming distance with two shadows, pointing due north in stark contrast with the long eastward shadows of the setting sun.

The greenish light fades before the sun sinks below the horizon, the ground giving only the faintest of shivers some moments later as far north as Haven and Twinsgrace in time to a distant, strangely long roll of thunder. It can be seen far further away than it can be felt, and in its wake life resumes fairly promptly.

Rumors spread fast. An airburst asteroid, perhaps? A comet?? A NUCLEAR EXPLOSION???

And far to the south sits a lone saiyan on a bloody outcropping of rock, staring listlessly at a terrifyingly wide and long dredged line bisecting the small valley before him and a perfectly round hole straight through the mountain directly across there, molten rock cooling around its edges in an angry but dulling red glare. Blood splatters and streaks the rock from quite a height up, the pattern suggesting something or someone had fallen and repeatedly attempted to catch themselves.

Or himself, as the case might be, as those stains and smears lead right to the seated Broly, blood soaking him as well.. and the two new wide appendanges sprawled in awkward angles to either side of him. Long and broad and delicately scaled, they look awfully like unusually large bat wings .. if bats had scales, and if one washed off the coating of drying red. The ragged wounds they emerge from bleed only slowly, but steadily.

He doesn't seem to notice. It's not certain he's really noticing the mountain he's staring at either.

That's it. That's it, that was all he could do.]

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[ It was not Noctis who went to investigate - he's still glued to the hip, basically, of Prompto. No, it's Stella who soared off as soon as the green explosion happened - in her Togekiss guise. Even if she had gills now and that felt weird, at least she could still breathe normally.

It doesn't take long for her to see the shape of the man sitting there - mutated to gain wings. She speaks - mostly to herself - but loud enough to hear. Especially since she's made her way next to Broly, looking to the mountain. She creates a Softboiled egg-like object, but... he can take it if he wants, or leave it. ]

So it is not simply Noctis who has changed.

[There's no reaction to the approach of superfluffbird. Ordinarily he would, but the sad display before him, the sheer levels of pathetic it demonstrated, kept him fixated on what seemed to him to be a shocking and numbing fall from Grace. What kind of legend could only put a hole in a mountain? He might not usually want to, but what was the point of being a destroyer if this was all he could manage??

The egg like thing is briefly glanced at, he's not sure exactly what it is but that depressed him too somehow. Trapped on some strange planet with weird giant eggs and Noctis' fluffy bird, and

she can talk.

Apparently this is startling enough to make him wrench right around to ... verify or flip out or God knows what, but it's also enough to make him overbalance thanks to the new weight and topple right off his perch. Thankfully he doesn't get far, not with the scrabbling scramble that immediately follows and the scrape of wing-thumb claws on rock that keeps him from falling again. Downside, moving those things sets his back on fire with pain again and very slowly he levers himself back up enough to peer suspiciously over the edge.]

You're a person.

[It sounds like an accusation.]

[ ...Right. Her disguise as a regular fluffbird was really slipping, wasn't it? But there was only a reason to keep it hidden from her Lord. An open secret. But she nods, giving a concerned whine from her bird-like beak. ]

Yes. I am sentient, if that is your meaning. I am no person.

[ She's forgotten. Destroyed. She is a fairy without a fairy-type.
And then, she offers the egg again. ]

Here. It heals injuries, if only a little, by channeling and using some of my life force.

That's what a person is.

[It can think and communicate those thoughts in a clear fashion, it's a person! Broly's had conversations with talking trees before, a bird isn't REALLY a shock from an objective point of view but he probably wouldn't have been so enthusiastically hands on with her feathers if he had any idea she had an intelligence over pet level.

There are just some things you don't do to a person.

A glance over his shoulder at the smoldering mountain, and slowly he pulls himself back up onto his rocky outcrop, surprise dulling again as he's reminded he is indeed shackled by the limits of ordinary saiyans. It wasn't fair

The egg is cautiously picked up.]

Did Noctis fall out of the sky too? Can he still do things he could do before?

No. He's... grown fur all over and has been unable to walk properly. Not that he could after his accident.

[ yes she is admitting noctis is crippled so casually, as she continues to sit by the bottom of the outcrop. ]

But I've not tested his abilities - but they had not begun to awaken.

...Could you destroy more before?

[Fur was okay, Noctis would stay warmer. All of a sudden getting fur was pretty odd though, as odd as the wings that had ripped painfully free midair and dropped him from the sky like a goddamn rock.

'Accident' wanders through his mind and attaches to the memory of Prompto arriving injured. Maybe it was the same situation.]

That's too bad.

[Which part - be it the fur, not being able to walk right, or untested abilities, is a very good question. He doesn't elaborate. Self pity is an incredibly powerful thing.]

...I never found anything I haven't been able to destroy. Planets. Stars. ... It's still there, and I hit it with everything I had.

[The mountain did have a SPECTACULAR and alarmingly huge hole in it, but it was definitely still standing. ...And if Broly can destroy entire stars what exactly had he been planning to do to the world they were ALL CURRENTLY ON.]

[ A blessing and a curse - for if they'd lost this planet, she isn't sure if she can breathe in space.

Oh, and they'd all be alone in space floating and everybody would be dead. But she closes her eyes, tilting her head into the setting sky. ]

This world is one to not be underestimated, if it can rob those abilities - the strength to destroy.
I will test to see if Noctis can still be activated.

[ She didn't want to do it until there were signs of the Worldeater, but if she can turn him Zoroark, then perhaps they can find out more. ]

...We can spar. If it robs even the strongest of abilities...

[Broly can't breathe in space so it would be a definite negative for him, but those sorts of thoughts just never occur to him when he's sufficiently ticked off about something. Reason was best left to other people.

The mountain is stared at moodily. He wasn't even worth picking up anymore, his father might well be best off just leaving him here with the rest of the common folk.]

If it's not happening to anyone else I might just be lucky.

[Sparring, though. Most of his race would jump at the chance, but he didn't ... really find fighting that much of a thrill when not hellbent on destroying everything in his path. Maybe that's why he was losing his power, it's been given to a more worthy saiyan.]

... Not sure there's a point. [What good is a legend that can't live up to it? Better to not waste her time.] You should see to your friend though. Friend. Master? Person of importance?

[Portation after portation and Reira finds herself landing with a grunt upon the hard stone earth, the smoke and steam singeing the ends of her clothes. She manages to pull herself up and away from it with a few quieter noises-but beyond that, after adjusting the other glove Yuusei granted her, along with the 'backpack' from his jacket, her eyes follow the red, and the heat...and the feeling of some sort of vague dread she can't identify.

Zarc is shouting again, but for now her attention falls upon blotches of wet that are upon the stone, her own feet taking her there. Her tail remains hidden in her shorts. And while her feet are now scaled entirely, her socks do well to hide it. She looks quite human, all things considered.

And as she quietly-and she is very good at quiet-comes up to follow the trail, she freezes.

And finds it very much impossible not to stare.] B....

...Blood... [....the word slips out, but even so.

Somehow she finds herself holding back from offering any sort of bandages.]

[If he'd been paying attention he would likely have been able to easily detect Reira's approach, his ability to sense life energy hasn't changed yet. But he's ...not paying attention in favor of his own self-pity. His fury had done nothing more than an ordinary saiyan might. Entire solar systems had crumbled under his wrath before, and the mountain was still there.

So was the planet.

That destructive rage still lingers, a smoldering and banked ember turned inward instead of outward this time, running on the newly endless list of his own failings. Like not being able to even obliterate a single mountain. It wasn't even an exceptionally BIG mountain.

But as Reira speaks up, a single almost-stammered word, Broly shifts just enough to identify who it is, expression one of defeat.

Then back to the hole.]

You can laugh if you want.

[He won't kill her for it. Maybe if she'd been there when he'd suddenly been unable to fly anymore that would be different, he'd been shocked and enraged then, now he was just ... miserable and pathetic.]

[Laugh? Reira's eyes are wide as she comes out, shaking her head.] W...

Why would I laugh, you're bleeding..!

You're hurt!

Exactly.

[The Legendary Super Saiyan is bleeding, like he's some sort of ordinary person subject to things like injury. He couldn't even keep himself in the air, and now these ugly new appendages are weighing him down AND hurting with every movement.

Probably because they're not quite done growing yet, but they're working on that bit by bit. Reira might be too far away to really notice that for the time being.]

I didn't even have an opponent. It's pathetic.

[Instead of angry he just sounds ... depressed.]

[.........Give her a moment.] How is being hurt by something growing off of you pathetic? Being hurt is what tells you something is wrong...

[And if she's honest sir, Things Growing Off Of You is VERY WRONG.]

...You need bandages, [she adds, searching her bag. She probably doesn't have much, but...hey.]

[There's a slow nod, raising one hand to point at the mountain. One wing follows the motion awkwardly, dragging another line of slowly drying blood across the stone.]

You're right. Something's very wrong. It's still there.

[His hand drops, and the wing goes limp again.]

I've changed before, but that's natural, that's oozaru, we can all do it, this is .. not that. This isn't right at all.

[He reaches to pull on one offending wing, but moving it still feels like his own flesh and bone, probably because it is, and he's not masochistic enough to try to tear it off, just flail it a little with miserable disgust. Giant apes have giant hands but this is NOT a proper hand at all.]

[Aha, found a roll of gauze-uh.

...Hmm.] ...I don't think I have enough... ...Yuusei said it was for if I got scrapes... [Bugger. Still though, she peers over the wings with at least a fragment of recognition.] ...I don't know what an oozaru is, but...

...They look like demon wings, like on niisama's cards.

An ape. Do you know what those are? As tall as the mountain.

[How the mass conversion worked into THAT, he had no idea, but he also never bothered to think about it. Everyone could do it. Nobody had giant ugly toothpick hands growing out of their backs.

Reira's still moving around, which means she draws attention eventually, and the gauze is ... eyed. Was he really THAT pathetic that he needed bandages? Really?]

It's fine. I deserve it. Save your cloth for scrapes. What is a demon?

Oh! So like your tail... [Staring at the tail....anyway, she's going to frown at that.] People who do bad things are the ones that deserve to keep bleeding. If you let yourself stay hurt, that just makes things worse. You can get sick.

[Anyway.] Um....Nii-sama's cards looked really different, but I think demons are supposed to be things from a place called Hell? And they had big wings, and horns, and lots of other strange things.

Yes.

[The tail rises, curls briefly into a loop, and then splats back down into a blood puddle. If it weren't currently so messy, the fur looks like it would be incredibly soft.]

I do bad things. Therefore by that too, I deserve it. [That listless tone is creeping back in.] Maybe sickness too.

[He'd never gotten sick in his life! In fact neither had his father or anyone else he knew. It's like low-class bingo, and he was hitting every box.

Demons. He didn't have horns, he was pretty sure those were just big ugly hands, and where was Hell?]

Never met any of those.

....That's dumb. [She has been picking up some Very good words on her travels, that was one of them.] How are you supposed to stay strong or get stronger if you let that stuff happen when it can?

[Honestly. Anyway.] I don't think anyone has ever really met one...Nii-sama just had them on cards like these, [She explains, pulling her deck out.] And then you could summon them.

If you know a way to prevent this by all means feel free to share.

[The ungainly wings are flexed, setting off more bleeding in the tears in his back, but tiny determined scales are starting to cover the skin of those wings, and a little bit across the wounds as well. They'll close.. eventually.]

Don't speak to me about strength. What do you know of power? A god that couldn't even ruin ONE planet?

[The misery eases slightly .. but that's anger bubbling up in its wake, like banked coals disturbed to the air.

If she's wise, Reira will choose her next words very, very carefully. The still cooling hole through a mountain suggests exactly how much power he still had left.

And no sense at all that if he were sufficiently annoyed he would hesitate to apply it again.]

[....Well that is true. But she somehow can't feel scared for that reason either. You didn't destroy this one. And you destroyed a mountain, but you took a while to try it. So.]

...I know that everyone can get sick if they don't take care of themselves.

Even really, really strong people.

Why do you think I would want to avoid it?

[Broly wasn't inclined to violence without good reason. What counted as 'good reason' varied wildly.

The blinding rage of being relegated to the ground and then being stripped of a vast chunk of his power was definitely a good reason. Being reminded that he was no longer what he was, so shortly after it was taken from him, was salt in the metaphorical wound.]

When someone outlives their purpose, they shouldn't outlive it for long.

You were the one upset that you weren't as strong as you said you should be, [she shrugs.] ...and no one likes being sick anyway, it just makes you feel bad.

[But....after one last look toward the bleeding wings, she relents and stashes the gauze in her bag again. The bag might look familiar if Broly saw Yuusei at the campfire actually. Also the gloves.

...........kid...............]

And you said I 'let' it happen, as if I have some control over .. these things or where they came from.

[Being sick can kill. And frankly he didn't care, if he couldn't even ruin a mountain he wasn't deserving of being the legend. It might be worth trying to cut off the new appendages and seeing if they were draining his energy. Maybe removing them would restore what he'd lost.

He doubted it. There was some sense that this wasn't something so easily remedied.]

I suggest you keep your 'advice' to yourself, before I decide to put another hole through a mountain.

You do though! [Plz.] Having cuts that are open, or things bleeding, makes it easier to get sick.

[And hey.] ...'s good advice, [she mutters, frowning.]

And I don't care.

[About the advice, or getting sick?

'Yes' is probably the answer.

His gaze returns to the mountain. He could try to explain. What he was, what he'd lost, why it actually mattered, but she was a child and an alien child at that, her understanding was limited.]

You understand nothing, and I am not going to waste my time trying to explain it. If I am so weak as to get sick then so be it.

[HUFFFFFF.] Then I guess if it happens, I'll help then.

[For now though, she's going to try turning her duel disk on to look and see where she 'ported' this time. Obviously there's a mountain across from her...hmmm...] ...Since you don't want help right now.

If it happens, leave me be.

[How to put it in a way she might even begin to understand? ... why bother, he'll go for something easier.]

It's the way of my kind.

[There. That'll work. He can't offer any help on the location, he'd only seen it from the sky and returning to it didn't seem likely any time soon.]

Unless you can get me home or can contact my father, there's no help you can offer that I want.

[...That's a stupid way, she thinks, but she can't really argue with it. There are a few moments to consider the words-a few moments to look at Broly with furrowed brows, either through judgement, or sadness, or something else-

But then she's gone. A burst of feathers, flower petals, light and wind, and she's gone.

She still doesn't agree with you though.]

[ It was later that Alisaie had arrived. Not that she was looking for the source of the explosion... but because she was tired of everything. Tired of trying to hold onto what she could have been if not for everything.

Don't mind her silently sitting near him, secondary horns bleeding - growing more like Bahamut. She's just taking a rest before moving to continue.

They both could destroy. But she hadn't tested the powers she held earlier. After a pause, however, she decides to try to tap into it - there's just her and the Saiyan, after all. If he could use that strength - she assumed it was him - he could at least give Bahamut pause if she lost control.

...But she can't. She can't seem to summon up a Dreadwyrm Trance without trying - though she still feels the flickers of the Dreadwyrm inside, they feel weaker. But she won't talk first - she'll just observe the other, before... using a Lustrate. Just casual spell-casting, strong curative magic. It still hadn't faded - but Alisaie knew it would. To Bahamut or to the odd feelings she had. ]

[By the time Alisaie arrives, the blood is dried in its path down his rocky outcrop, rusty brown streaks across the stone and him. He's still there, the rocks seared by his ki cooled to mere stone instead of molten. He just wasn't ready to leave.

Having a visitor was fine too, and the fluctuations of her own ki suggested perhaps she was trying something herself, perhaps to knock the mountain over the rest of the way and bury his shame beneath tons of granite, but ... nothing.

For a while the only acknowledgment of her presence is moving his wings a bit to make a better space; they're ungainly to his body, oversized and unsuited, but now covered in a network of dark scales and sturdy muscle, no longer the fragile looking batlike wings that had originally sprouted. He could probably do some serious damage with the thumbclaw alone. ... But they're unwanted additions.

It's only after his pain unexpectedly dulls, the rends torn by his wings' emergence knitting under still-working healing magic that he even turns enough to look at her.

And the new horns.]

You can still do that. Can you still do other things? Can you bring down the mountain?

[His tone is ... subdued. He's not making a challenge, though the words themselves might seem like they were.]

...I can try.

[ Right. To see if she can use her powers. To see if she's a threat - she needs to know. And she'll trust Broly to take her down.

Just as she had learned before sealing - right. Calling on Bahamut. She stands, shakily. A glow seems to fill the area - and even if she's only the size of Bahamut Prime - so still rather large, standing there, she did it.

The Dreadwyrm is there, on all fours. But Alisaie was no longer in control - she'd made a mistake in her shift, but how? The dragon, eyes narrowing, lets out a roar of a challenge - before...

...His wings - Bahamuts wings - can't lift him. A snarl and a roar came from within, and a glow entered the throat of the weakened Primal. And within moments, a bright beam of white and blue seemed to charge across the land. Bahamut was trying to Teraflare, to attack anything, to destroy.

But he can't do it, he can't destroy, he's weakened - though the mountain does begin to rumble with the new damage - it'll fall soon. And turning to Broly, mind still taken by anger - fueled by simply rage. More power dripped from the mouth of the Primal, seeming almost like Ki - energy Bahamut was trying desperately to hold onto. Though her eyes were animalistic, there was a primal fear in them - for both Bahamut and Alisaie. ]

[Just a mountain isn't a lot, not by how he reckons things. But he couldn't do it. All he could do was put a hole in it, and rift the valley below. The strange glow, the change that follows it - not something he'd seen before, and he'd seen a lot of strange things. A lot of transformations, bodies growing or shrinking, becoming something else entirely..

This was different. But he could accept it. He became a giant ape, she becomes a giant winged reptile of some kind. And in his current state, the dragon easily dwarfs him; the rock he'd sat on didn't have a whole lot of room for such a large being, but it had wings and surely ...

No. Still on the ground.

The power unleashed is significant, but there's something ... wrong. Something Broly can't quite put a finger on immediately, so he remains still and quiet, listening, watching. He had more senses to rely on than just that, and the mountain's foundations have been disturbed fundamentally but it's still there for the moment and something in the foreign creature's bearing in response to this suggests it shouldn't be there.

Any more than it should have withstood him.

The saiyan rises, new wings still limp and scraping the ground, not quite under his active control. He should be afraid to have such a thing turn its rage to him, but he isn't, he doesn't understand that he should be, he's never had to fear anything in his life.

Alisaie had mentioned what this thing, and this must be what she meant by the creature within, ate only energy. And it didn't seem to have enough, and it seemed to know it. He could provide more, but how much did he have, if all he could do was poke a hole?]

Something's taking it away from you too.

[Power. But she didn't seem to have control over hers at all, like a child taking oozaru form for the first time. There were no guarding adults here to make sure she didn't hurt herself or anything she didn't intend to.]

[ That's right. It's being stolen, taken away. And with no Crystals, nobody praying for him, Bahamut could barely feel any strength - having it drain moment by moment.

Nothing for his revenge on Man - stopped once before, but not again. Another soft snarl - almost sounding pitiful, as the massive wings tried to pick him up again. This was just one creature, weak as it looked. But his claws seemed to be gripped to the rock, the last bit of control Alisaie has. Even if Bahamut is free, he cannot move.

And so, Bahamut lets out another energy blast - this time, out into the sky above them. More of a warning then anything - they will get free. They will not grow weaker. ]

[Even as blue-white energy lances into the sky again, Broly doesn't have the sense to be afraid. He wasn't nigh-invulnerable anymore, but he simply hasn't caught up to that reality yet. The assumption remains that this creature simply can't hurt him.

It had wings. He had something like them he supposed, maybe they weren't just ugly useless giant hands, and a more determined effort is made to flex them, the arch of their span considerable for someone his size but still dwarfed by the dragon above. Maybe they were supposed to let him fly too.]

Maybe .. some of you are more like me ...

[A tiny thing he might be, but a bold tiny thing, fearless enough to actually reach a hand towards that armor-scaled hide, fully intending to actually touch the elder primal.

It's probably for the best that at this juncture, Broly can't be tempered. Or prayers would rise again to Bahamut soon enough. Except.. except that same awful green radiance from before has returned, gathering in his hands as bidden, still effortless but not as strong as he'd once been able to do.]

...than I thought possible.

[And if he can - a simple touch, light, barely tangible to something so big, and for a time, stop that hemorrhaging of strength the great creature experienced. He remembers what she'd said this thing needed for food. Maybe he understood a little too well pointless defiance and simply not having the power to do as he wished. Maybe it's simply pity. Maybe it's just the ill thought out idea that perhaps he wasn't as alone as he thought he was.]

[ ...Shit. The dragon seems to stare - this being is giving him Aether... or something like Aether? Bahamut is simply a beast at this point, snarling.

Before managing to raise one claw, bringing it down next to the man. Even when he's thankful - in a way - he cannot help it. Man has hurt them far too much - but now Bahamut looks closer, this Man has the scales of one who seems Dravanian. At least, the wings of one forming - still weak - like a child. Though Bahamut does not speak, there is a look and a deep chortle. Congratulations. You managed to amuse the Elder Primal, if only because Alisaie is beginning to regain control and giving the creature a small mind.

You will not die tonight, Child. Not until Bahamut can regain strength - they look to the mountain, as it's still not fallen. How dare it. ]

[He should really be more alarmed for his current situation. With his power curbed, Bahamut would be a serious challenge to defeat, and victory was hardly assured.

Arrogance was an ongoing problem with his race.]

Accident doesn't do this sort of thing. Someone is doing it. And when I find them.. if I can't kill them for it, maybe you can.

[The claw is nearly his own size. A claw alone. It had scales too, like the little ones on his .. wings, he supposed. The claw was a threat but the chuckle, a deep sonorous sound, didn't seem to be. Maybe it wouldn't end in a fight.

Maybe she still had control. Like he rarely did.

After a passing moment, Broly sits back down on the stone in the shadow of that claw, gaze turning back to the mountain defiantly standing. It wasn't going to stay that way for long, he was certain. There were little landslides cascading down one side.]

But you probably don't understand right now. I wonder if you'll remember this when you change back.

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reira of all the words u shoudl not have said Ever...

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