Despite already having the Mu Metal, this mysterious entity held out her hand and crafted first a copy of the Laplace blade, and then a brand new copy of the Mu Metal. To think, it was so simple for her to just recreate what Mu herself designed . . . he was already getting to that point himself, but, he saw the intention behind it, and understood what it meant.
Le Mu being compromised meant that the version of Laplace he carried was corrupt, as well. Channeling Her miracles through Laplace into his own body thus put him at risk. As Mistair presented him with the new blade, the one in his hand kind of buzzed, a low-chittering hum that Burai tilted his head at, as if it were talking.
". . . Don't make me laugh," he responded to the blade, shaking his head. "You knew how this would be." Releasing one blade and accepting the new one, the power of the maker flowing through the Laplace blade he had surged out of his body, the golden crest on his chest turning back to crimson as her miracles flowed out of him. Accepting the new Laplace blade, Burai turned and inclined his head to now two copies of the sword chittering and humming at him.
"Oh, shut up, Laplace," he said simply, shaking his head. "Both of you. I have what we came here for, and our purpose can be completed with minimal backlash in the process." He turned his attention back to Mistair, nodding his head. ". . . I suppose I have you to thank for this. Don't expect anything more from me, though," he sneered, his cold attitude returning through the veneer of appreciation. "Although, I now need a means to return back to my time. Without the miracles of the Maker in the previous Laplace, I won't be able to channel Apollo's power to breach the gap."
The laplace in Burai's hand stopped chittering at some point, although the one that he abandoned, now taking on its wizard form, floated there, kind of dejectedly, staring with cold, desolate, red eyes at its previous wielder. It hummed and chittered a bit more, saying some incredibly vulgar and highly sassy comments about Burai's true character for anyone that could actually understand it. Burai ignored it as he kept going, though.
It was quite the conversation they were having with one another. As much as he denied it, he had living proof right here. In a way it drew a sort of parallel once more, but to that end she would say nothing about how those two looked in a mirror. Ultimately this outcome was to be expected, which meant that next was the obvious step.
"No need for thanks. After all, I got something more than gratitute in return for this. You should be from this spot, so I can..."
As she started to move her hand, she stopped as if something was preventing her from doing so. She would go to touch her head then, eyes narrowing as if she was suffering a rather sudden headache. She would look to the side and upward to nothing in particular, as nothing was there.
"Let me work, you aggressive, automated little..."
She refrained from going further, sighing instead. She should have known that would happen eventually once more. Luckily at the very least the alternative was prepared just the same. So she moved the hand to instead point straight ahead of Burai. It was still nothing that was there, but she would explain briefly.
"Fine, a different tack. Walk straight in that direction and do not stop. When you walk far enough, you will have breached the gap and returned to your time. It is where you naturally belong, so it will naturally put you back once you reach your proper position."
She would move her hand to pat the wave form of Laplace on the head. While it was regaling with quite the intimate tale, she understood the deeper meaning behind it. What drove others was sometimes a mask they had to use in order to move forward through adversity. This was just one such occasion.
"Don't be dejected, Laplace. If all goes well he will no doubt return for you. You will be lonely for a time, but for you that time will be both fleeting and brief."
He noticed her struggling against something, seeing once again the fruits of whatever it was keeping her asleep. Was she modified, too, then? Or was it something more?
It was intriguing, but, with the Laplace blade and the Mu Metal in hand, Burai no longer needed to worry about this time. Following her directions, the sole survivor turned and began walking away, into the space that had no direction, but that would get him back to where he belonged.
A lonely, broken history led him to this point. A charred memory of pain, desolation, and constant conflict against those he once called family. As Burai walked, he paused for just a moment, turning back to look at Mistair and Laplace. He realized that she could understand it, then. He felt his blood boiling at the thought of Laplace sharing his secrets . . . and at her seemingness to understand him. He wanted to say that there was no way that she could . . . but, the last time he had claimed that of someone, it proved wrong, as well. He scoffed at the thought, shaking his head, and turned back to walk away. As he moved, he switched, for the first time in perhaps aeons, back to the Murian tongue to speak, a simple sentence that only Laplace and Mistair would understand.
". . . Take care of It. For reviving our Purpose."
Burai walked forward, until he breached that gap, and returned to whence he belonged.
[Burai -> Exeunt]
Laplace watched as he walked away, seemingly calmed, even if only for the time being, by Mistair's consolation. Burai's last words stuck with It, as the Murian Wizard hummed and chittered again, agreeing with Mistair. As a lifeless being, It was lonely before Burai chanced upon It in the desert. The Laplace that Burai walked away with would have many of Its abilities, but none of Its memories, It presumed. It bowed Its head and shook it, turning finally back to Mistair and Vanguard, delivering some message of uncertainty of what it would do, next.
Vanguard, once again watching Mistair recreate wonders that allegedly invaded the realm of the divine, and then watching her attempt to move someone across time, solidified his utter uncertainty of what Mistair really was, and what she was truly capable of, but was starting to be able to make sense of that more and more by piecing together what she said, and how she responded to certain situations.
He still planned on moving alongside her as his trusted partner, but looked from her now, to Laplace, considering what he observed of the Wizard as he looked back down at the stone band that was hiding Var's new form. He turned to look back up at Mistair, raising an eyebrow. ". . . Now that he is gone, do we need to stay here much longer, or are we forced into what is about to come?
"I have much to say and ask, but I'd rather be moving along if we still have the time."
It only made sense that it was filled with uncertainty about what was to come next. If they were to take it with them they would be subject to what she called the "standard protocol" that was practiced here and be in for plenty of trouble. On the other hand they had already crossed that threshold with Vanguard so doing so again wasn't exactly anything that happened to be a big deal anymore. But more pressing than that monologue that she would brush to the side right now would be addressing what Vanguard had brought up, casting her gaze to him next.
"We won't be forced into a confrontation with it. We're much too distant for us to be able to have any sort of direct interaction either way. Not until you fundamentally become something entirely new will you be able to start your first steps in that direction. So for now we'll be heading back. We just need to pick a place that isn't going to become the next den of constant events."
But to be fair she was well aware that at this point that would end up being anywhere. The one situation that would constantly be on her back was well in hand at least, so that was something else she would brush aside until he inevitably made himself her problem again. So she supposed that they would want to avoid a hostile environment while likewise meeting up with the others, as well as the whole issue of how they would handle Var with the others as she explained in detail prior to everything else that came coming up. So she would place a hand to her chin as her eyes narrowed briefly in thought. Whatever thought that was would be hard to say as she posed her next series of questions all the same.
"What should the next move be? Faith and Genesis are separated at the moment if you wanted to meet back up with them. Would you prefer to do that, reach out to others, or move on without anyone else?"
Vanguard listened to her closely and considered her words. He should be used to it, by now, feeling as though she knew way more than he did. The simple fact was that it wasn't a feeling, it was the truth; she was more aware than he was, on some accounts, and that, rather thankfully, didn't bother him. It was good to have someone who understood everything happening around them, even if she wasn't able to share all of it, be that for his sanity or limitations she wasn't able to bypass, quite yet.
"First and foremost . . . are you able to give Var back the ability to communicate with me, via an internal link, much like Laplace seemed able to communicate without interacting directly with Burai?" Vanguard requested, looking down at the stone band that had become his master's current form. "I would be remise to have all of that wisdom lost, as well as the opportunity to communicate with him would waylay my concerns of removing him from his own will. At least, able to speak, he could still share his opinion and thoughts on specific matters, and whether or not he wished to be raised against a specific enemy."
With that thought shared, Vanguard considered the rest of his options, going through the potential paths to take forward. Going forward alone would go against everything he had learned from Var. Searching for others would be a good place to start, but, he'd be far more in favor of finding the team he had been working with, and then moving forward with them to consider their next steps.
"Let's meet back up with Faith and Genesis. May as well get the most uncomfortable part out of the way, first, and then figure out where to move from there."
First and foremost it was then, taking a step forward to place her hand to the stone band that he wore. It would only take her a moment before instead of speaking on that subject, she would bring up the one about them meeting back up with Faith and Genesis instead as she looked down from where they were standing.
"Then we'll start with Genesis. Looks like they split up and are back in Electopia now."
She imagined the series of events would be particularly jarring for Var, so it would likely be up to Vanguard to start the communication first rather than the other way around. Then again it likely wouldn't take Var long to do so on his own given his plethora of experience with this sort of thing now. So she would instead of walking like Burai had, push down instead from their current position. And from their current position, they would find themselves touching down in Element City with no rhyme or reason. There hadn't been any sort of travel on their part, nor any inkling of where they had been or come from.
...silence. the absolute quiet and dead of space. With Mistair and Vanguard gone, none remain in the galactic grave of Eden. The remains of the orbital body are left shattered into pieces, floating dead in the void overlooking earth.
...but even the dead have use for some.
Rising from the ashes of the destruction, a singular, phantasmic apparition makes itself known. Its appearance is best described as alien, with a long, gangly body and arms that extend out from a central core, and a head that is little more than a single, tremendous eye that peers out to where Mistair once was. The creature scans the area, looks to the earth, and quietly begins to gather small pieces of the wreckage into itself. Soon, another of its kind appears, and another, and another. Each seems to arise from the ether, and each floats around the broken remains of the space station with a near-lifeless motion as they gather specific bits and pieces as if a colony of ants foraging for food.
Before long, hundreds of these strange beings swarm the wreckage and the surrounding space, all working in the silence of nothingness with no heed for anything but their strange goal.