They Don't Come in Peace [CONQUEST]

Jyushin stared at the human who disrupted his attack on Meara. His eyes flashed a bright blue as his brown dipped and showed his obvious disapproval. Then, Sagan the liar opened his mouth once more. The Majin gave no energy to a verbal response, but instead bolts of electricity began to come to life all around him. Jyushin grabbed the shoulder of his own black T-shirt and popped it as he stared down Sagan. As his fingers snapped, the name Jyusagan displayed itself for a mere second in a flash of electric jolts.

Then Jyushin was hit with a major strike from another Majin and it sent him flying into the sky. Jyushin soared through the air, his chin was scuffed, but it quickly healed itself and left the Ronin with much to think about as he flew.

“This one, of course, another inept Earth Worm. It’s proximity to Sagan, Meara and that other human who blocked my technique, of course this caped disgrace is with them. The path has always shown me what to do in these situations of dire need. The path has shown me these are the sufferers, I am the hand that holds the weapon to end their misery and add to the pool of eternal despair.”
Jyushin’s antennae reached back as he flew and stretched far to wrap around Bean!’s legs to pull him up higher into the sky.

“Fool. I will be the flame to disperse your essence into the cosmos and beyond. The souls owned by Jyusihn Muto desire a new companion, you shall aid them in this request.”
Jyushin’s voice snapped with an electric sound, each word like a whip of lightning cracking against the sky.

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PL: 180,324

Jyushin Pulled Bean! High up into the Sky to Split

KP: 6/6 +2 (No Tech)
MP: 3/6 +1 (Post)
HP: 0/310%
Resources: Candy Beam 0/2, Trump Card 0/1, Tenacious 0/1
Passive: Perpetual Regeneration

WC: 285
TWC: 1199

In a rather surprising turn of events, Sagan's disapproval of Jyushin's new attire, regardless of how fashionable it was, was met not with a long speech about how Jyushin was going to crush him like the Earthworm he was or something of that nature, and was instead met with a flashy gesture that consisted of more electricity and a simple word. A name. Jyusagan. Sagan could only stand there, mouth open and completely speechless for a moment. Somehow, the gesture combined with the revelation of Jyushin's new name hurt more.

Before Sagan had the chance to voice his contempt for this whole debacle, Jyushin was knocked into the sky by none other than Bean! himself. He watched as the two sailed into the air, with Jyushin pulling Bean! higher up with him.

Sagan turned his attention back onto the events that were unfolding in front of him on the ground. It seemed as though the main person of interest in this situation (The guy with the cool pants) had pretty much given up by now, and this colorful assortment of characters was starting to disperse. Well, that was a whole lot of nothing... Sagan thought to himself. He didn't even know what the original conflict that had occurred was. He wasn't even sure that most of the people that showed up knew what the conflict was over, either. He only knew that a bunch of people including himself had showed up out of nowhere to check it out, and bring it to a fast conclusion. Oh well, he wasn't entirely invested in the whole situation anyway.

Sagan returned his attention to the sky. It was clear that Bean! had no idea what he was getting into. Sagan knew that Bean! was quite powerful in his own right, there was no denying that. Sagan also knew, though, that Jyushin was simply on another level. From what he could tell, he wasn't sure that Bean! was capable of handling Jyushin, or even being able to keep up with him in a 1v1. Or maybe he was. He was a superhero, after all.

Sagan and Bean! weren't exactly close. Afterall, they'd only just met recently. Despite that, Sagan wasn't too keen on letting Jyushin get away with bullying another unprepared fighter. The thought of getting a couple more punches in on Jyushin was also rather enticing, regardless of the fact that it wasn't going to be in the proper one on one scenario that Sagan had been hoping for.

"Welp, this was fun. See you guys later." Sagan said, before blasting into the air after Jyushin and Bean!

"Oi! There won't be any essence dispersing today, Ronin. Not on your behalf." Sagan said, having caught up to the two in the air.

The sound of his heartbeats filled his ears, and Chomei felt blood rushing through his veins like overflowing rivers. His strike had landed fairly across the demon's face, throwing them back a surprising distance into the dusty ground. Immediately, a sense of satisfaction flooded him. He'd expected much more of an exchange, a struggle for dominance... all things considered. The gap he'd felt a while back on Hatchi just seemed absent now, or maybe... Had he managed to tap into that hidden reserve that still eluded him?

He looked at himself objectively, his blind rage dissipating slightly. He could feel something more now. Not nearly anything like he'd felt back on Plant... but it seemed enough for present circumstances. Clenching his hands into tight fists, he told himself—I've gotta sit down and figure this out, soon. Looking over at Chervii, he noted that the Saiyan girl was laying nearby. He hadn't noticed her before, somehow. "You think too highly of yourself," He growled... though, his ire from before was much more relaxed now. Anger still simmered deep inside, but it was manageable. Seeing the clear effect his strike had had on Chervii seemed to have sobered him up a bit. "The only thing you deserve is a butt-kicking," He huffed gruffly.

A flicker of purple at the edge of his vision caused him to jump back from the white-haired demon. Kim's barrage of energy seemed to annoy Chervii, who once more launch a spout of golden flames at the woman. Chomei frowned, preparing to intercept this also, when the demon directly addressed him. His brow knotted in confusion, and he turned his attention over to where the robotic warrior had gone. That purple man from before was sitting quietly on the ground, surrounded by a motely crowd. That portal from before was gone now... But why would that be? Chervii was still here—

Abruptly, his senses told him that Chervii was quickly departing. He looked up at them, bewildered. He didnt believe it.  They giving up? THEM? He watched silently, half expecting them to turn around soon and rain hellfire down on everybody. But as he watched, they slowly became a hazy blip in the distance... even to his eyes. It occured to Chomei that he should go after them—They'd just start up trouble again somewhere else, if he didnt put an end to it now. His latent rage urged him forward... but he stopped himself. Were they telling the truth? He wondered silently. No... They definitly had a part in this. He refused to believe otherwise. Probably just got bored when so many people showed up, Chomei told himself. It made sense. He didnt think he'd ever be able to predict what went on in that foul demons head.

Shaking his head, he turned and marched quietly toward the thinning crowd. It seemed that several had already left, seeing that the danger had passed. Two of the them had gone off to settle a score it seemed, alongside another human dude, by the time he reached the group. His gaze settled on Alva, and his suppressed rage pulsed within. He remained quiet for a time as he looked over everyone. Most of the faces were unknown to him, and he turned to Vale. His enhanced senses told him that this guy oozed with malicous energies. He frowned, looking up at Alva. Vale gave off the same feeling which had summoned him...

But this robot couldnt be telling the truth... right? The same one that had fought him for no other reason than because they were bored, probably. The same one that robbed banks all willy nilly... Chomei sighed aloud, crossed his arms. He hadnt had a good first or second impression with this one. "...You're not a good person, Y'know" He told Alva. "I have half a mind ta' beat you up and drag you to the nearest jail..."

But... It seemed that maybe she had indeed closed the portal, alongside the others present. He could hardly believe she'd accomplished such a righteous task, given her track record. Maybe third times the charm? Groaning, he struggled with his own desire for revenge. "... BAH!" He sneered. "... I have zero clue what to do with you," He wondered aloud, his eyes flicking over to Vale. This guy was the obvious culprit—He saw that quite plainly now. His relation to Alva and Chervii was still unclear, but he was increasingly starting to believe Alva, despite his inner objections. "And you," He pointed. "... I have even less of an idea. Stop messing around with my planet! Im starting to lose my patience with you demon-types,"

He stood there quietly, looking down at the Shinjin. "Why? why even attempt this? What do you gain," He asked grimly. He desperately hoped that the mans answer did not involve the word 'fun' at all.

Jyushin would probably realise about halfway through his speech that Bean! had fallen fast asleep. Quietly snoring as he slowly began to fall down from the apex. The Superhero was amped up beyond belief, but it seemed something about Jyushin's long epic speeches managed to magically put him to sleep.

As the antennae wrapped around his legs he suddenly snapped awake again. "AH YOU AM DONE SPEAK NOW? MORE SNAPPY IN FUTURE PLEASE!" He gave his rather ill-informed critique on the other Majin's form of speech just before being yanked up into the air. His head reared back as he saw the familiar form of Sagan chasing them up into the sky.

Normally, Bean! would've objected, a superhero fight is no place for random civilians. But Sagan was somewhat blue and sparky, which implied some kind of superhuman talent, so it was acceptable. Dragged through the air like this it wasn't really like Bean! could say much to change things anyhow.

Jyushin said something else, but the whistling wind past Bean!'s earholes drowned out any notion of what the heck was being said. 

Bean! had no idea where the three of them were going. Or what direction. He could make some kind of effort to break free of the hold he was in, but he figured why put in the energy to run after his attacker when his attacker was going to taxi him for free. Good one Bean! You're a genius!

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Somehow, once again, Kim came out unscathed from the yet another strong attack towards her by the demonic entity that fired off assault after assault at her. This time, the slightly taller woman with the piercing white hair stood before her in the way of the blast, absorbing the damage themselves. Kim's mental lock clicked, the lack of proper enemies straining her rage state, and releasing her to the mortal coil once more in her transformed form, as weakened as she could be in it. Falling to her knees in exhaustion as her purple Hutong mist dissipated into the air, her own weapon turning to dust in her palms as she struggled to breath in the intense heat. This was just like last time, the difficulty breathing. The thought flooded her for a moment, before she tossed them aside and refocused at the woman before her. Standing like a guardian before telling her good luck, and leaving herself.

"G-good luck..." She'd repeat, rubbing her own raspy throat from the heat and smog formed against her weakened body, rising to her feet and looking around to see what she had missed in her unconscious rage. "Where is Meara?"

Looking about, her cousin, the white haired woman, and a couple other fighters had made their way up and away from the area, continuing their conflict themselves. Separate from the rest of the crew, they seemed to have business to handle. She figured the weird bubblegum man and the other Earthling guy could handle the monstrosity that was focused on them. Her beef was over, all she had to do now was figure out what was going on, and how to go from here.

Moving closer to Vale and the rest of them, her eyes were beset on the Shinjin and the man who saved her the previous time. They were locked in conversation, one she was able to hear out, and as she listened, it was hard to tell who was actually right in their speech or not. She was too weakened to do anything about it immediately, but if she could help, she would try.

"Y-you say you're a Shinjin... Working on anomalies?" She'd ask, limping partially towards them as she struggled to keep her false legs functional, the mist flickering like a dying lightbulb. Once her power had time to recharge, she'd be able to keep them going better. "I'm not sure about everyone else, but I felt the most intense feeling of demonic energy. Something straight out of the demon realm itself, let alone Otherworld. My Lance Corporal is a demon, that portal was nearly identical to the magical power she lets off." She'd accuse, pointing a finger towards where the portal had been. "How can you explain that? What could you possibly have been doing that required that kind of energy."

Finishing that statement, she listened to his warnings regarding the furnace, and thought it over for a good moment. She was not the most spiritual being, but she did come from a magically inclined family. She knew the dangers that came from places like this. There was no reason a mortal being should be contacting the otherworld like this. Magic, half-demons like her cousin, all of those made sense. But no mortal should be walking into the afterlife if the myths about this place were true... And judging from this Shinjin's actions, it seemed that it might.

"Ya know... You're right. This place IS too dangerous for it to keep existing. Between the constant rises in bad actors, to the stories I heard as a kid of ogres and other monsters coming from here. This place needs to go." As Kim would say this, she would channel a small portion of her energy into her magical weapon wheel and begin retrieving her rocket launcher from the options. It's warhead aimed at the furnace proper as she shouldered the great weapon. "We should end this here, once and for all. Can't summon demon hoards or have any problems if there doesn't exist a problem in the first place."

Kim would hold off from destroying the furnace, looking to Chomei for their opinion. She could have cared less at this moment, waiting for whether or not the much stronger fighter would try and destroy her for it. It was a risk keeping it, she knew that. Otherwise more events like this would occur.

"Make a decision. Does it stay, or should we destroy it?"