It did indeed sound like there was less time for him to waste. He clicked his tongue as he turned about the room, raising his hand into the air. The ambient, static-like waves in the air - crushing down on Feint, now, like an unknown weight, much like she may have felt had she stood in a bugged network for too long - all converged on that point, forming into a massive ball of a red substance that Feint would find all too familiar from her time with a certain giant . . .
Burai allowed the energy to converge above his hand to form more than twenty spheres of the strange energy, all the while shaking his head. "This much noise is unnecessary. They were throwing themselves against the Yeti as though testing their capabilities . . . they didn't just attack the holy lands, they aren't just trying to replicate Murian technology, they're toying with it. It makes my blood boil."
The intensity of his loneliness waves never felt more potent than in that moment, and Feint was reminded of the chasm between them - even as they stood together on the battlefield, there seemed to be a rift that they would never be able to cross to truly stand together.
The Crimson was absorbed into his body, the crushing weight Feint felt from its presence dissipating as Burai took it in. His body took on an almost staticy appearance as it was brought in, bits of his body breaking up and flitting away like the crimson itself, but, quickly corrected itself.
His eyes glowed a deep red for a moment, and he tilted his head down and shook his whole body as if ridding himself of some uncomfortable feeling. After a moment, Burai glanced back up at Feint, seemingly normal again. He lowered his hand, turning towards Laplace.
"Rest. Attune with the Yeti's power and the Berserker tribe's. I will call you again once we figure out transportation to Whazzap."
Laplace gave no response other than to disappear into a pixelated stream, and Burai turned to look at Feint as his own wave form dissipated and melted away in a flash. "Whazzap is a desert country, in the innermost region of Netopia. They adhere to the ancient ways, and will not have progressed using your technology. They are tribesmen, hunters, gatherers, and revere themselves as the last descendants of Mu.
"They're wrong, of course, but, if what happened here happened there, they would likely be being terrorized by the Condor Geograph without anyone being the wiser due to their isolation."
The "Crimson", as it was called, bore some resemblance indeed. Her encounter with Joker was a rather short and uneventful one though, yet the similarities did not go unnoticed. Joker was interested in retrieving a sword from "Xion" last she saw him, and Burai had just acquired his own sword from this temple, so she connected the wrong dots from these observations (as she was somewhat prone to doing at times).
Forunately, she was aware enough of her past shortcomings that she knew jumping to the most obvious conclusion was potentially hindering to their goals. She'd need more observation to confirm it, was all, and that'd come from their next stop.
Whazzup, on the other hand, didn't ring any bells for her. Being that they were in isolation from modern technology, they may be hard pressed to find a public transportation means of getting there.
" We supposed to ride in on camels? "
Sarcasm, of course, as the more likely approach was probably to travel by helicopter. Just a means of getting to one was what crossed her mind now, which required getting off of the mountain. She didn't make her way to the exit quite yet, unsure of how much time his Laplace needed to finish its task or if they were just going to go on without it for the time being.
Solo glared his intense eyes at Feint, completely unamused by the sarcasm. He shook his head to get his mind clear, walking just beyond her in the temple as he toyed at the device around his wrist.
"No," he responded pointedly, as a click resonated from the device Feint could not identify. Instantly, the pixelated energy - what Feint could probably assume by now is just how the wave energy projections materialize into existence - manifested next to Solo, materializing as a strange, sphere-like object, almost as large as Solo was tall, with purple lines stretched around its black surface.
The sphere remained featureless for a second before the front of it opened up like a massive eye, the red iris darting around the room and seeming to rest uncomfortably on Feint.
"I thought so," Solo mused. "The holy lands basically function as the rest of the world on my side does, with a dense enough EM wave space to allow for even real wave projections.
"This is the Kamikakushi. It can open up portals between this world and a dimension within its incredibly dense wave space. We can use it to travel to Whazzap."
Almost as if on cue, the Kamikakushi's eye flashed, as a dark rift opened up on the ground before Feint. While this may still feel very fairy-tale-esque to her, Solo walked up to the dark, circular hole in the ground and stepped into it, instantly sinking down beneath the gloom of the void.
She was just left to wonder if she would follow after him.
Cherish stared back at the eye for a moment after Burai had stepped into the rift. So many strange things from the alternate history, she had to wonder just what caused the split between timelines. It was something to investigate later, though, as they were rather pressed for time in the present.
She stepped into the black hole herself shortly afterward, having nothing to add to the matter and leaving Laplace to itself with the residual data of their fight.
Rewards: -- +35 Exp/+350z for RP. -- +150 Exp / +1,500z for Combat. -- +1 Isolation Fragment. -- +Blizzard Ball.
Blizzard Ball # Ice S-Damage ::°:: Upon acquisition, "Hits All" may be set as one of the Aiming Effects of this chip. ::°:: This chip only deals 50% Damage. ::°:: This chip restrikes after every other Non-Special attack used this turn. ::°:: Can gain Damage from external sources, but cannot otherwise be augmented ::°:: This Chip Requires a 1 Turn Non-Preemptive Charge