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To hell and back

The duo where in shock seeing the once flat shadow child actually stand up, well technically not the first due to the white room but this....this is different. Collector twists and curves his arms to test the gravity, bending backwards

shadow collector: can...i feel pain? Chatsworth pinch me! Maybe i have a thing for that!

chatsworth folded the child's extended arm like a piece of paper and texture is Ethereal-like, hard to describe. Sleek like fine steel with a mix of magic

shadow collector:..I still dont feel anything which kinda sucks but what if i..

collector transform his arms into simple blades. He punctures the grounds first and he feels the vibration of the ground beneath him. A clear impact made

shadow collector: oh wowie! This feels rejuvenating! I could morph this place to whatever i want-

chatsworth: *clasps around collector's hand and folds it like paper* Did you forget shade? No more of that stuff

shadow collector: *it took a while for him to slowly process that there were pain signals as his hand kept getting cramped* ow ow ow! Okay i was just jesting dad! *he swats his hand away. Then he opens his other hand, the crytal glowing in the palm like it reacting* What this gizmo blocky? Dont tell me this is something a little...Off the market..

frostlight: *grunts as he walks over* it not what you think...It is! They're..The reason me and chatsworth are still alive..

now having a good look at them, chatsworth remembers a similar flicker of light back in that dungeon with belial

chatsworth: belial? Wait you pulled a cheap one shot from your ass-

frostlight: our boss gave this to us, remember? And there are the only ones i could save...Couldn't be strong enough to trigger the same sequence...

chatsworth: *goes up to frostlight and place his hand on his shoulder* can you stop moping yourself like that? Your already standing and still alive. Now get us involve! No one gets away with messing with my best bud! You got anymore?

frostlight: *he reveals 2 other crystals from his jacket* it worth a shot...

To the endless stretching black abyss of the skyline where there are mindless but directed drones securing the production lines within the reflectless walls. Inside a private and secluded place only illuminated by lines of neon red, centers a round table. Each end accounted for by a occupant of significant stature. A bang heard across the room as the double doors slam open. A man with protruding limbs is the one who cause the ruckus. Shouting right at the man he is walking with

nano: and that the problem! You always push me aside to make yourself look like you have the bigger cock and-

???: silence! Where were you two!? You were meant to be present during this hour's session to talk about our plans going forwards with the location of nexus crystals!

nano: oi quiet down will you, sharpie!? We just up and bankrob some poor people! It what we do best!

r.e.d: elite surter, excuse the blatant disrespect of my inferior here, we will take our seats promptly

nano: hey i'm not done here defending myself- *then he felt a intense tug on one side of his limbs, r.e.d beamed his red eyes straight at nano to follow his lead*

once the noise levels were back to being mute quiet, albeit with a jittery member glaring towards his better behaved coworker. Surter righted his stance, being near a taller figure in imposing red

surter: after much time wasted thanks to these two buffoons, we can get onto the agenda today which is...

spiky, glittering red crystals roll on the table, detonating a bright hue where it highlights the contours of surter's helmet

surter: you see clearly here, we need to expand our horizons and there are realms plentiful with it. Currently our contact with multima is beginnging to show it age so as our fellow members have been suggesting, executing our contracts with multima and by extension, his person and all of his belongings

nano: you know funny you say that sharpie, because we got a alert that apparently, a portal of that top hat wearing jester was open. Dont worry we took care of it! *places his foot on the table*

surter: then mind telling us who was the nuisance?

nano: oh boy do i gotta tell you guys what we found- *suddenly a hand or arm clamped around his mouth*

r.e.d: all that is need to be reported is that one of the persons we framed for a botched operation 3 years ago. A pitiful sort but not important. We promise to finish the job tomorrow

???: take me instead! *a higher pitch voice chimes in. raising their arm in the air* Oh gods how long has it been since I was tasked with a mission!? You pinions! except our great boss zefended *his eyes flick to a certain deep purple wearing elite*, underestimate someone of great heritage! *then a SLAM rang across the table, a large battle axe disproportionate to the wearer*

that certain purple person, seated close to the head of the table, gestures to the head in whispers. The head himself looks to be bored with all this discussion. His palm soothing a small child-like being with large horns. He tips his hat

z???: i think you are correctly estimateded for the sheer lack of awe you have towards my finely crafted table! That will come out of your own paycheck elite nebarix

nebarix who is a diminutive man of steel and spikes, irked by the dismissive tone, pulls his battle axe out of the table. Panting in a small struggle. He looks to the other member besides him who is a great contrast in proportions, a conflagration of violet flames

nebarix: hey big guy! Elite omega! Can you please aid my case why i should be deployed!

the towering titan of black marrow merely turn their head and look downwards but didnt do anything to assist. Nebarix wenollower! He has been raving on and on

z???: enough of this! We're getting away from the point being that this dead god follower wants his crystals NOW and he is hammering me about it! Just kind talking surter...

Cutting back to the interior of the ram shacked blue cube, frostlight and chatsworth are attempting many tricks and rituals to activate the other two crytals. Such as a ritualistic dance between them where chatsworth just shuffles around and nearly trips himself. Frostlight stiffly moves his limbs like a robot. He isnt sure if this would even work until chatsworth ram right into him. Resulting in a splat of two bodies. Meanwhile shadown collector appeared springing about. Jumping at every wall and rebouncing back as he stands tall in this new form of his

chatsworth: Ugh this isnt working out! You know bud we can always try again tomorrow. Maaaybe these things didnt feel like giving their all? *he holds one of the mysterious crytals. Then squeezing it tight like it would do spill something out*

staring at the still broken hinges of their door, frostlight grimly looks through it

frostlight:....There wont be a tomorrow...

shadow collector: *slides right in front of frostlight like paper* Hey no need to be such a sore loser that you didnt get anything cool out of the rock-

frostlight: i'am not playing with jokes here, we are dead till the next day because those men who broke into here? But i will not-

chatsworth step right up to him and gripped his wrist in the air

chatsworth: you are not doing that bullshit again! We're sticking together and that's final!

frostlight: then what else can you even say? We're cornered

chatsworth: *looks over to shadow collector doing multiple flips and handstands* hey shade! You got any...New "ticks" in ya?

the shadow child caved to the call of his name. Snapping his fingers. Sparking a few twinkly stars before collector throws one like a ninja star

shadow collector: aint my best output but it starting to grow on me. I can do this too but it pretty rough so no critiques!

using both paper thin arms to make a enclosed circle where it just shows the flipped over couch. Collector peers through the "lens" of his arms. The scene with the fallen over funiture within the "scope". He slowly rotates his arms and the view captured within just follows along. The table and the couch reposition upright again

frostlight:...Could you have done this before?

shadow collector: i think your head is a littlllle bit backwards in terms of your view of me, i can only do anything cus i was left in my head in that white space! If i could be do this, i doubt you guys be in poverty any longer!

frostlight: does that party trick have to do with anything? *the child can be heard audibly snapping "party trick?!"*

chatsworth: what if we...Just rush em? Look listen it all we got right? *he holds the crystals out to frostlight, only two of them left*

frostlight: improvisation...Again on the menu? *he takes one of the crystals* Teamwork might as well be the bane of my existence with you two...

checking their local portal outside the blue cube, there is a teleportation signature left behind as chatsworth configures the portal. It leads to layer 1 conveniently without having to consult the ringmaster again

chatsworth: Huh this is here? Pretty sloppy of them to leave this behind for being "master criminals"

frostlight: maybe we can thank their ego outshining their common sense. Maybe they left this to kill us tomorrow

shadow collector: and that is why I! Collector wont let it happen with my fancy new...Limbs!

frostlight: we best get to it then

all three of them enter the protal but with anticipation of what they're goning to face on the other end of the road. With uncertainty and determination
the landscape is the same as it was when the trio firstr entered it. Patrolling mindless drones from above and below. compare to their first visit, they managed to find the entrance, flocked by lines of the bots. Clutching the three crytals between them, if there is a response still. Shadow collector rebounded between the trees, depending if his two caretakers want to initiate first

frostlight: any plans to ambrush or break in?

chatsworth: i...really dont man...

frostlight: fine. Have any stupid plans?

in the next couple of minutes, a hodgepodge of spilled red insides and plates of steel shells burst forth. The scenery casted by shadows dangling them like parts of a playset. The ground turned to a black sea. Hosting a paper ship made of similar material. Collector was the helm of his own ship. Face plastered to the front or back, talking to his two passengers

shadow collector: what a splendid plan dad! "Do whatever i want to my own whims"! Not even my old friend lend me this much from our deal! Rushing through tin buckets!

chatsworth: we gotta keep warming up these rocks eh? *wildly rubs the pole of the boat with the crytal in hand*

frostlight: it seems to be feeding the one in use. More energy to sustain this!

hastening to the front doors of the establishment as the shadow boat blasted the hinges off. More swarms of the bots cleaved in but the flooring sink in on itself as the inky surface spreads. Slipping up protocol as the sounds blar off the walls. The site within the fortified walls consist of harsh red lighting coating the black to grey partitions. It seemed to be a civilized space with desks, chairs, monitors and...Portals with their own glow abruptly appearing above the dark puddles

an great axe cuts down the portal, widening the split

nebarix: the taste of battle at last! Now who's the intrud-

leaping over the portal frame by a inch, a simple sailboat glide over without gravity. Then it crashes right back on the ground and a turn around

frostlight: we caught their attention now..!

chatsworth: you think that portal is the key? I mean we can't keep moving at 100 miles like this-

shadow collector: ay ay ay that captain! A quick course correction!

taking the sharp turn over with the boat ram