*Embera looked at Resonance quizzically. "Access to timelines?" Sounded like some smart talk that a CERTAIN SOMEBODY would be able to explain to her if he even still talked to her! Embera got flustered at her own inside thoughts. She merely shrugged at the Generational once again and gave the only answers she can think of.*
Embera: I'm very persistent? Wait, DID YOU SAY TIMELINES?! YOU MEAN YOU'RE A GENERATIONAL? LIKE EON? LIKE THAT GUY WHO RIPPED APART TIME AND SPACE BUT MY BEST FRIEND DODGED IT!? THIS IS SO COOL! Wait. How are you here? I thought the last Generational was Turbine and I saw him playing fetch with Gospel as the ball. What is your deal?
It wasn't as if they hadn't expected to trade blows with Resonance at this level. On the contrary, they had been looking forward to it as a necessary step forward. His eyes began to shift to a wicked black as the yellow veins became orange even in the face of the twisted reality before his eyes, cutting the disguise act now that he was here. It held all the vindictive malevolence he was known for, but the same zeal that they were as well. He wasn't bothered at all by the sight before him. Because there was only one real reality. And the navi before him was far too blind to understand that now.
What use is there for a call of one who can only stand above himself? What does it matter if one's end is inevitable? What use does hope or desires possess? Each and every one of those things were absolutely meaningless in the present world. None of them mattered. Only one fact remained, just one: that this reality they were in, this time, had already passed. Because they couldn't even fathom what he wascapable of now.
His eyes gained a feral slit in them, a familiar curse springing to life. Or did it? The surge of power, the aura that was going to show had simply... vanished. As though it had never risen in the first place. But there was more than that hidden behind the gaze. A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, like a paradox. It was very clear that there was much at work besides just himself. Like a shadow of some kind hung over him, at least three in total. Something that was utterly strange in their place of infinite, yet locked possibilities. He raised his hand, preparing to go on the offensive before Embera arrived. For a moment he simply glanced at her, but his eyes narrowed ever so briefly as she tossed her shoe at him, catching it in hand.
The hostility had simply vanished in an instant from him. Even his gaze had shifted without his knowing. And then it returned instantly when Serix arrived. He rolled his eyes when Serix arrived too. It was funny that she presumed engaging a man who stood still and killed her would somehow fare better when she didn't even grasp how she couldn't even touch him if he chose not to allow it. And yet here she was, thinking she knew better after the last time. This was what he was talking about. No one understood anything in this world anymore. They couldn't learn anything any longer. And because of that, they would all turn to cinder.
"Let me guess, you're going to try one strong shot like the dog and the Tyrant did last time, this time? Go for it. I'll even hold still for you."
But it looked like there was a problem on Resonance's side as well. Something he hadn't accounted for, and something that many of them wouldn't quite know about. In fact, even Rosso looked a bit confused that it had no effect. Which meant that it was something that he didn't know about for why as well. Or at the very least, not fully knowing it. So he paused and let Resonance have the talk instead even if from what he could tell from her opener... she wasn't going to give him a satisfactory answer anytime soon. Even still holding still for Serix as promised, nothing apparently changing at all that was noticeable with him.
Except he apparently still had a funny bone, because he was quietly chuckling beneath his breath at this point. Because he had to admit that he'd be pretty ashamed if that was at all about him. Because he knew about all the other things and hearing it put that way was just painful and funny at the same time.
As the now duo continued deeper underground they would see virus after virus there. It couldn't have been here for a brief time with how many had been produced already. How long had it been festering beneath the city for? And why had no one done anything about it? It couldn't have gone completely unnoticed by the authorities here, could it? As they got deeper they would feel the presence strengthening. It was already clear what it was, but they would be face to face with it shortly.
The time-space Navi glances over to Rosso and gives a nod, thanking his opponent for the moment... while realizing that this was also giving him a chance to prepare. But he'd cross that bridge in a moment.
Generational Resonance: ....I.... what...?
...that... was so much to unpack. What had happened over these years? Eclipse had really revived Eon? Who's "Turbine"? What was this girl talking about?
Generational Resonance: ...look, I just want to figure out how you're.... you know what? Never mind.
The onyx-armored Navi shakes his head and steps away from Embera and looks back to Rosso, not entirely sure how to react to all of this.
*Embera was taken about by the abrupt change in Resonance's tone, he just walked away dismissively? Embera doesn't get "dismissed." She was fuming, and began walking after Resonance, ready to slap him for being so curt with her.*
Embera: Now listen here you--whoa!
*Embera slipped as gracefully as a half-paralyzed child on novocaine. In her brief fit of rage, she forgot she was walking with only one shoe on and took a tumble, unable to grab onto Resonance before twisting her body flat on her back. As she fell, the Somnium Cross slipped outside of her shirt, barely missing the top of her chest as it did so. Standing up, Embera sighed in relief.*
Embera: Oh man, that was close. Between HISFire data and your.....nnngh.. THIS I do not exactly feel like taking a nap.
....and there it is. Generational Resonance doesn't recognize the cross, but he can feel just what it is: a trinket made from a reality-warping power greater than his own With that cross on, attempting to erase Embera was like trying to use a flamethrower to put out a burning building. And now part of what she'd said made sense... and made Generational Resonance angry.
Generational Resonance: ...please just.... go away now.
Generational Resonance could overcome this force. In fact, it's literally what he was made to do. But doing so would deplete him badly enough that the battle between he and Rosso would be no contest. Honestly, his only hope now was to ignore her if possible.
"Tell you what. Embera? I'll explain everything to you right after I'm done here. You can help out if you want to speed this up, but only if you can stay awake."
Normally he wouldn't bother fully committing to a battle at this stage. But given there would likely only be one witness after it would be fine. He opened his hand, the volatile Gehenna forming in it. But rather than launch it skyward, he aimed it at Resonance and fired the sun directly at him. And then fired it thrice more as well, each planning to detonate and engulf the area. But if they did it would show that they would do no damage to Embera or Serix for whatever reason instead. It was a much more violent start than what he had done when he was facing Genesis and the Armored Destroyer before, showing right away that he certainly wasn't fighting them with the intention of ending them that day. After all, it was the perfect set-up for the events transpiring right now.
Rosso made his strike, and it happened once again. In the instant that he released each of his miniature suns, a set of realities open before him. He can see his attacks land and decimate Resonance, he can see them land but do no damage, and he can also see them absorbed once again by rapidly opening rifts. The time-lines play out, reveal themselves, and collapse in a matter of moments. In the end, the cataclysmic attacks posed by Rosso are once again rendered harmless before the power that holds Eon's fate, absorbed into rifts in a manner similar to the first.
Generational Resonance: Of course.
Resonance turns away from Embera even farther in this moment, smiling beneath his mask as he looks up to Rosso with arms crossed.
Generational Resonance: What better way to defeat me than to gain the powers of a Navi nearly immune to paradox. A flawless move. But...
Another reality opens before both Rosso and Embera as Generationa Resonance taps into the memories of his alter-ego. In this moment, Rammount Castle and the battle there-in is shown, and the focus is on the sight of Rosso, flaming blade in hand, cutting across the body of Genesis with absolute malice in his eyes.
Generational Resonance: ...is she truly willing to turn a blind-eye to the fact that you have such actions against her dear friend?
Resonance looks on to Rosso with a cruel glare, not releasing his advantage over the battle despite his foe's attempts and preparations. At this point the energy rising within Resonance was becoming almost tangible to those around him, amassing slowly but surely with each passing moment.
The broken body of another of the virus bodies were cast from his path as he strode forward, the beast practically possessed by his rage and hunger now. A block of solid ice shot forward toward him, courtesy of one of the scuttle before him. The beast moved much like the animal he was, the anti-viral program slamming his open palm into the block. A fiercer, more aggressive ice spread over the block, finding its imperfections and spreading throughout before the wolffrost bit deeper, causing it to shatter before him. "Pathetic," the beast growled, before he lunged forward, grasping the virus in his claw, causing it to squirm in fear in his clutch. "Barely fit for a meal," K-414 growled, his icy fangs sinking into the creature, causing the ice-elemental creature to freeze, and then shatter, between his teeth.
He cast the remains aside, about to take a step forward when suddenly from above there seemed to come a cave-in...but K-414's virus scanning properties noted that it was not just rocks, but also something more...organic. His clawed hand reached out, but paused just inches from the other Navi's throat. "Why stop me, Richard?" the beast growled.
RAM: That isn't a virus. You have your mission.
"It's something that would be far more exciting to do battle with," the program growled, but nonetheless retracted his hand, staring at the cat-like creature in front of him. "I'm here to find the source of these Scuttles. Don't get in my way," he spoke evenly, not particularly caring that the power that the Navi before him was giving off was impressive, and something that he would, on any other day, want to put his heart into battle against. However, for the moment he had his mission, much as he hated to admit it.
He moved past Nightshade, the frost still collecting with each and every step, leaving a trail of frozen footpads from where the wolf-like program had come from, and leading down into the very depths of hell it seemed to blaze a trail of desecration. Looking back the way he'd come, Nightshade would see viruses in the multitudes, most simply broken and beaten, but others just in pieces...and a few missing limbs, tails or even heads, and the data around the anti-viral program's maw would make it very clear what he'd done.
RAM: There are a very high number of these viruses about. This is concerning. Whatever's here...it isn't recent. And if it's what I think it is, that means that it's been here for quite some time. Long enough that there is no way that the ONB didn't realize it was here.
"So?" K-414 asked, ignoring Nightshade if he had asked anything to continue forward on the path given.
RAM: So the ONB themselves may be complicit with this. Which means that-
"My enemy is in his full rights to do what he's doing. That bastard," K-414 growled, a feral grin on his features as his eyes flashed in the darkness, his fur standing on end in his excitement. "How clever."
"Well, I hope you have a better plan than whatever you just tried to pull."
There was a strong acidity to Serix's words. Though she continued at the same pace, she still didn't try to attack Rosso just yet. She still had to get much closer. Still, as she moved, the glowing energy around her grew brighter, and warmer.
"Just so you know, this isn't about the money. It's not business, it's personal."
*Embera shrugged simply as she encased her hands in white-hot flames, readying her hand at Resonance. She was just happy today was falling into her lap and she could perhaps get back to life as normal.*
Embera: Sure thing. Been a while since we--
*And then it played to Embera. An almost first-person sensation on the battle. Rosso had struck down Genesis from behind. The dismissive, disgusted way he struck the blow took Embera by surprise. Not only was Genesis beaten, but by the very man before her now. Her blood began to boil. Her whole body glowed white-hot. Her aura pushing back Rosso's own heat around her with her own. Her teeth gritted so tightly, she almost found it impossible to speak for once. Her eyes burned intensely as she walked up toe-to-toe with Rosso himself, unwavering.*
Embera: Do you care to explain what exactly I'm looking at here?! How this happened? Why you took him down? I thought you said you stopped being an assassin...
*Despite all the rage and confusion inside her, a glimmer of another emotion showed through in a fiery tear in her eyes: Pain. Embera didn't know how to handle what she was seeing, and for the first time in a long time, she became scared. Not of simple things, like a spider, or random bear attacks, both of which she would attest as very rational fears, no. This was a deep fear she dreaded for years. The loss of her family.*
Clearly the only answer to continue the path to what you despise most and become the most powerful being on site so no one can beat you so you can play the game fairly. fist pump ~Shast
"I know," K-414 spoke as he unleashed a wave of frost from one hand, catching a trio of the viruses in mid-attempt to attack him.
RAM: And me. Answer him.
The beast stopped still, then, a tremor moving down his spine before he whipped his head to the side, glaring at the cat navi. "907 is my half-brother from some other company. Don't care too much for him. Don't care what he said about me," the beast continued as he continued forward now, content in having answered the other. "Richard's here too. He asks your name," K-414 continued, before he paused again. "And either help, or stay out of my way," he grunted, his foot coming down on a scuttle, crushing it beneath his clawed paw. "This isn't your job, so no one will care if you don't do anything. Just don't interfere with mine."
That was a smart play on Resonance's part. He had completely ignored Serix, instead noting that Resonance was playing a bit more harshly than usual. Proof of his concerns and his desire to see this through, his heroism, no doubt. But it made sense that such a scene would cut deeply for Embera. It was the one thing that she was promised she would never lose. But this one was at least easy to remedy as Resonance was just seeking to buy time just as Serix was.
"I'm no assassin. If I landed a blow like that with this sword, even Genesis wouldn't still be walking around right now. He's just controlling what you see at his leisure with fabrications and lies like everyone else who's tried using you instead of knowing you. But that's all he can do given what he caused his own friends and family to suffer through. What he continues to put others through even now for his own gratification."
His voice was a mix of gentle with Embera and without remorse for Resonance. Rather than the sun from before, another sword formed in his hand. It was the one that he was most well known for: his Purgatory. The strength it possessed was well known and certainly not anything like what he was outputting before... until he hurled it with just his left arm at Resonance and the destructive force of it easily eclipsed the multiple suns he released earlier. But he still wasn't quite as offensive as he could be either...
Resonance's demeanor doesn't change, nor does his stare back to Rosso. His eyebrow raises and his tone becomes slightly sarcastic, backed by an obvious scoff. However, in his eyes came a slight change. The coldness left slightly with Rosso's words, bringing out the real Resonance underneath just slightly... and with it, a twinge of pain.
Generational Resonance: Are you truly that self-deluded and arrogant? The Onyx Overlord is a Navi who survived a blow from Forte himself, and yet you consider yourself so great that you could disable him in a single blow?
Generational Resonance turns an eye to Embera, the true Resonance within becoming stronger in his eyes as he does so.
Generational Resonance: I cannot fabricate what you see. All that I have and all that you see is fact. But my word is obviously of less value than his own, so I don't blame your distrust.
Resonance turns back to Rosso, his arms still crossed.
Generational Resonance: I will admit, I would have removed you from the field if not for Eon's trinket that you wear. But what is displacement...
...Generational Resonance releases his hold on the reality around him, bringing back the original time-line that he'd entered this game from. Element City lay burning in crimson flames, decimated as far as the eye can see. At this point Rosso would feel the reversion "snap", as if Resonance could no longer hold onto it, leaving this much of his plan returned to his hands. An unfortunate trade-off on the part of Resonance.
Generational Resonance: ....compared to the whole-sale slaughter of the majority of Element City?
Resonance's colors revert to normal for a moment. As the Navi within awakens, the Generational now begins to sleep... and his eyes begin to take on a hint of fear.
Resonance: Please... Embera... I know that we've only met once before, but this is an example of the future that this Navi wishes to bring, and the future that I wish to stop...
Resonance now looks back to Rosso, addressing the Pyroclasm from amid the roar of his own flames.
Resonance: ....my regrets are my own, Rosso. I live with them daily, and I will never stop atoning for them. As for my friends...
Resonance turns to Rosso, his own mind now coming to the forefront as a tear finally drops from his eye.
Resonance: ....I lay the curse of that title on no one.
Resonance's stance becomes unstable. Despite not being hit by Rosso, such a simple statement caused immense damage. But he wouldn't be done yet. With his back to Embera and his shimmering, white blade drawn, Resonance leaves himself entirely open to the Solar Empress... making this gesture's nature obvious as his voice rises one last time.
Resonance: ....Embera.... I'm sorry that you're in this position. No matter what you choose, I will understand