Bombaclaad Star

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OoC: This is the Zagreus thread. I'd have to say this one's a little more strict. Anybody who is able to access alternate universes might be able to get this one. Or The Master.

Ic: There were many alternate universes out there. Many chances, many way to be, or not to be. Anything that could have happened, it goes there. Even Antimatter was it's own dimension. However, there is no dimension like that of the antitime dimension... and the Divergence Universe.

It was an entire universe that goes on a loop, creating and destroying all on Rassilon's whims... because he didn't like the Divergence. Because of this, there came the creation of one creature, if you could even call it a creature. An idea, just one idea that somehow managed to gain some sort of self awareness and have all the power of anti-time at it's whims.

Zagreus.

"Wicked and weird things of war manifest
Make one wrong move and you end up in a mess."

Zagreus sits inside your head,
Zagreus lives among the dead,
Zagreus sees you in your bed,
And eats you when you're sleeping.

"Life where we live it is a game of chess
Life would then be worth less."

Zagreus waits at the end of the world,
For Zagreus is the end of the world.
His time is the end of time,
And his moment time's undoing.


And there is was, waiting, waiting... for her chance. She would need a new body. Perfection wouldn't last that long outside of this universe, and it would risk her destroying everything. No, too premature. Zagreus wanted to feed. After all, the opposite of time means she didn't need any concept of time. Or patience... she IS patience.

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Of all the careless mistakes. To be captured by the Time Lords once again! And not just any Time Lord...one barely half his own age. And now he was being brought forth to the chamber where the Celestial Intervention Agency kept the Oubliette of Eternity.

The Master kept making monstrous noises and roars as he was being dragged through the Capital.

"RELEASE ME! I WILL DESTROY YOU!" the Super-Human-ish Time Lord demanded. His skin had slowly started decaying, as was evident with each one of these cloned bodies the Master used to keep his current incarnation alive. People often made a fatal misjudgement his incarnation was usually one of these decaying super-powered bodies, when in actuality it was once again in the form of a morphant death worm. Only this one had better ability to jump from one body to another. "YOU WILL OBEY ME! OBEY ME I SAY! OBEY MEEE!"

He let out another roar that sounded nothing of any humanoid shape, but more like some sort of demon. By far, this incarnation was probably the closest to ever resembling the inner darkness of his soul. You know how the picture of Dorian Grey took on all the aging and deformity of every sin Dorian Gray did in his life? It was like the Master's body itself was his own portrait.

[Ramachulainn]

When Castellan Apollonilisaimistiri had first given him the assignment, Captain Ramachulainn had assumed it was a death sentence. Some sort of punishment for his mishandling of the matter with the Meddler, at the Halls of Eileythia.

"Captain," the blonde, arrogantly handsome Castellan had said, "I have had glowing reports from her Ladyship the Keeper of Eileythia, about the service you rendered her. And so, since you have experience with these matters, I have a little task I'd like you and your squad to attend to..."

A little task, he'd called it. Just... run the Master to ground and bring him into custody.

Death sentence.

But, apparently, even the Deca made mistakes.

Now, nerves still twanging like harp strings, the six-man squad of Citadel Guardsmen half-escorted and half-dragged the Master along the gold-paved street of the Royal Road. He'd been manacled with molybonds of unbreakable osmite, and his legs were bound with just enough chain to allow him to shuffle along under his own power. More chains connected the wrist binders to his ankle binders and to the osmite belt about his waist. Always cautious, Dioshendwa had suggested a collar as well, with all the metals ready to flip charges to contraterrene matter at the release of a deadman's switch.

Ramachulainn didn't feel any more secure, really. The Deca - particularly the Doctor, the Master, the Rani, and the Meddler - were things of dark legend on Gallifrey. It hardly seemed possible that one fo them had been restrained.

"RELEASE ME! I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

"Should have muzzled him as well," Ramachulainn muttered.

"Probably," agreed the ever-laconiac Eyomimir. "Bit late now, though."

"YOU WILL OBEY ME! OBEY ME I SAY! OBEY MEEE!"

"Could just, y'know, stun his tongue," Eyomimir continued.

"Should just burn him down," Dioshendwa suggested, checking the setting on his stazer.

"No," Ramachulainn said. "He's bound for the Oubliette, and our Duty is to see him there." He glanced around. "So dress it up, people! Let's show the CIA how honest Guardsmen discharge their obligations!"

Ahead of them, the grim fortress of the Celestial Intervention Agency loomed like a blight on the beauty of the Shining City.

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The world spun beneath her as she wandered space and anti-time, looking for something to feast on... any sense of time would work, but there was nothing. As of right now, the only thing this creature would feed on was food, since she was in Perfection's body. Despite this, she grinned from her space. She could sense something even in this dimension. A possible way to escape Rassilon's imprisonment, and do something on her own... without Daqar Keep.

After all, a woman's got some hobbies as well. And perhaps if she got a body from the normal dimension, she could hole herself up. It would require special care not to damage the body or have Zagreus escape out into the real world. That would rip a hole in the space time continuum and destroy not just a section of space, but time. Rip the web of time apart and scar it forever.

But... there was something. She could sense it. An opening? A body? It was a prickle in the hairs of her skin, like the feeling one gets before lightning strikes them. Zagreus's lips pulled back into a beautiful, but wicked smile. ... This was going to be perfection.

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"You fools are cowards, all of you!" the Master roared. "Just like the Doctor! Spineless! Weak! Afraid to finish what you've started! No wonder it was so easy for me to destroy most of this city more times than I can remember, when its guards are nothing more than frightened Time Tots!"

As he reached his head back, he made a snorting sound, the same kind a human makes when he snorts his own mucus into his throat before mixing it with saliva and spitting it out to what most Earthlings refer to as a "Loogy". However, there was an odd deep gurgling sound that followed it to suggest anything but. When his head came back down, a white foamy liquid sprayed from his mouth like a pressure hose at one of the guards next to him, encasing the guard from head to toe in the odd gooey substance as it hardened and crystallized, trapping the Capital Guardsman in place with a frozen look of shock, pain, and horror strewn across his face.

The Master laughed as the foam dripped from the corners and edges of his pale lips.

[Ramachulainn]

The Master's attack caught them all off-guard. Because, seriously, who expects even a renegade Time Lord to projectile vomit amber on someone?

"Stun him!" Ramachulainn thundered, his voice cutting through the mad laughter of the Master. "Now!"

Dioshendwa responded with a disturbing degree of enthusiasm, pumping stazer bolt after stazer bolt into the decaying black-clad figure. "Better be stun," Ramachulainn muttered, bringing his comm disk to his lips even as the Master pitched face-first to the gold street. while Eyomimir unlimbered his sensor suite and Tarquetavala and Shendawaya set to work trying to clear the translucent white stuff away, he put in a call to the Aesculum. "This is Captain Ramachulainn, Citadel Guards. Require immediate medical assistance at my location. A guardsman is..." What in the Great Wall should he call that? "Encased," he finished.

"Yep," Dioshendwa confirmed, eying his rifle. "Stun. Max power, though. He should be out for a while."

The guards looked at each other for a moment, and then Dioshendwa put another bolt into him. "Should be."

"Right," Ramachulainn muttered, gesturing for the guards to fall back as the medical ship materialized. "If he twitches, shoot him again. If he actually moves, drop the deadman switch. The CIA can find a different patsy."

((OOC: Maybe a touch "god-modey", and I can modify it if required. But, well, it seemed a perfectly reasonable response...))

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(OOC: Nah it's totally fine, don't worry about it.)

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OoC: Not much for Zaggy to do right now.

Ic: And there the prickling got more and more noticeable. No, this time she would have to travel to the one place she swore she would be, the one place where all Time Lord would end up, and there she would wait until there was a crack, a breach in the Time and Space continuum. So there she was, back in Neverland, back in her homeland and waiting, just waiting.

After all, Anti Time were the ones who fed on normal time, and Time Lords especially were great meals for someone like Zagreus, the normal universe would be a fantastic place to reside and feed on, gorging herself until she was ready to burst. Even if she did burst, the anti time energy in her, much like how Omega was to the antimatter universe, like a bomb... she would explode.

Like a glass case carrying the deadliest of materials.

[Ramachulainn]

Ramachulainn shoved open the massive doors of the CIA's fortress, coming fact to face with a minor functionary in plain black robes. "You cannot simply barge in!" the functionary shouted, waving his hands. "There are protocols to..."

"We're here on the business of the Castellan," the Guard Captain interrupted. "Go tell your superiors that we have brought them the Master."

"The Master?" the functionary squeaked.

Dioshendwa and Eyomimir tossed the black-clad bundle they carried to the ground, where he hit like a sack of flour. "The Master," Dioshendwa repeated, dusting his hands ostentatiously.

"Carried him half the length of the Royal Road, too," Eyomimir kvetched. "Mad little blight's heavy when he's unconscious."

"Go," Ramachulainn repeated, "and inform your superiors. The sooner we can turn him over to you, the sooner we'll be happy."

Eyomimir snorted. "Those of us that didn't get vomited on, at least."

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A group of black and white robed CIA members came down. Three in total. One was a higher up. The other were his two aides. The superior walked forward and lifted up the Master's head by his air without even addressing the group of royal guards who had brought them their prize. Once he had confirmed the unconscious body being dragged was indeed the Master, he nodded his head and walked back to where his two aides were standing. The hair he was holding him by seemed to slip off the scalp of the Master's decaying head. He turned to face Ramachulainn and nodded.

"You have done well Ramachulainn. You have brought forth the most dangerous and evil renegade our race has ever produced," the superior said calmly. "A pity. I'm sure if he had his choice, he would've picked his rival renegade to be the one to finally dispose of him. You shall be receiving high accommodations for this." He extended his hand. "The key to his TARDIS please. We will be needing it to make a thorough examination later. He has...many weapons and artifacts belonging to many divisions of our civilization, such as the true Sash of Rassilon."

Once the key is given, he addressed the rest of Ramachulainn's group. "You have all done well to bring this criminal to justice. Now I must ask you all accompany me for this criminal's final journey." He turned around, not expecting an answer from any of them, and lead the way to the chamber containing the Oubliette of Eternity.

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OoC; Zag can be skipped for now.

[Ramachulainn]

The group of six Guardsmen clustered uncomfortably around the unconscious Master, keeping one wary on him and another wary eye on the room around them. The CIA had an uncomfortable reputation, after all, as a collection of near-criminals and near-Renegades set to capture criminals and Renegades. iconoclasts and Progressives the lot of them, willing to tamper with the progress and development of other Civilizations.

"Heads up," Eyomimir drawled. "Spooks."

There were three of them, garbed in the plain black-and-white robes that they claimed signified impartiality in Gallifrey's political affairs. The one in the lead walked forward and examined the Master, acquiring a hank of hair and scalp in the process. Ramachulainn swallowed hard, Shendawaya looked ill, and everyone glanced away.

"You have done well Ramachulainn. You have brought forth the most dangerous and evil renegade our race has ever produced," the superior said calmly.

The Captain bowed slightly. "We thank you," he said. "We but discharged our Duty."

"A pity. I'm sure if he had his choice, he would've picked his rival renegade to be the one to finally dispose of him."

"One down," Dioshendwa muttered. "Just four to go, now."

"You shall be receiving high accommodations for this." He extended his hand. "The key to his TARDIS please. We will be needing it to make a thorough examination later. He has...many weapons and artifacts belonging to many divisions of our civilization, such as the true Sash of Rassilon."

Ramachulainn reached into his tunic pocket, drew out the key, and handed it over. "Of course, my Lord."

"You have all done well to bring this criminal to justice. Now I must ask you all accompany me for this criminal's final journey." He turned around, not expecting an answer from any of them, and lead the way to the chamber containing the Oubliette of Eternity.

Eyeing each other for a moment, the Guardsmen fell in behind him.

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And so the Superior accompanied by his two aides lead the way through the halls of the CIA.

"After the incident with Zagreus and Anti-Time, we've chosen to move the Oubliette of Eternity at our base of operations here on Gallifrey," the superior explained. "In the event any other time of crisis would require our instant access to it."

They came across a large pair of wooden doors, much like the kind you'd see in an old medival castle. Actually the walls and the scenery seemed to have changed around them as well, to stone brick walls, solid stone floors, and a few flame lit torches hanging on the walls. The two aides walked past him and pushed open the doors, revealing a rather large cathedral-like area...only with its ceiling showing a stary night sky. Whether or not it's an illusion or an actual rift into space could be very well up for debate. In the center of the room was a platform, almost in the shape of a chalice. A ramp lead up to the top of this chalice, and on either side there was a pillar with a computer sticking out of it.

The superior lead the way but stopped in front of the base of the ramp.

"Before we cast the final sentence, the accused will be allowed his final words," he said, slowly turning back around to the Master.

"I know you are still awake, Master," he said calmly as his aides began punching controls on the consoles.

At the sound of the superior's voice, the Master's limp body suddenly straightened upward. He looked at the superior with an arrogant smirk across his face. "Took you long enough."

[Ramachulainn]

"I know you are still awake, Master," he said calmly as his aides began punching controls on the consoles.

"What?" Ramachulainn gasped, watching in horror as the Master rose to his feet.

Despite their shock, his Guards responded admirably. All of them were members of Lord Colonel Andred's regiment, and he trained them hard for actual combat. Stazer rifles glittered in the light of distant and alien stars as the Guards brought them to bear on the notorious Renegade.

None fired, though. A testament to their discipline, no matter how jumpy they were they would wait for an order or a hostile action.

"Took you long enough," the Master sneered, not even bothering to look at them.

Dioshendwa's rifle began to glow faintly as he mentally adjusted the setting to lethal, maximum output, minimum aperture. The beam, if fired, could cut a kilometer-long hole the thickness of a pencil lead through the crust of a planet, exhausting the power supply in the process. Ramachulainn made a mental note to, if they survived this, have a talk with his Lieutenant. The man was getting a little intense.

"My lord," Ramachulainn said to the Superior. "Would you like us to take him down?"

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"No," the superior said calmly. "Your weapons won't harm him. Not his true form. You'll only be a minor nuisance to him."

"Well put old one," the Master scoffed as he smirked at the other guards. "That's why you chose the Oubliette to cast my final sentence, in hopes I'll finally be gone forever."

"Indeed. And all the evil you've ever caused in the universe will be undone as well."

"Only for another to take my place."

"If you are quite done arguing with me..." the Superior began, clearly loosing his patience, "Your final words?"

The Master smirked. He looked around at the others in the room. Then he looked back to the Superior.

"Zagreus sits inside your head,
Zagreus lives among the dead,
Zagreus sees you in your bed,
And eats you when you're sleeping.

Zagreus at the end of days,
Zagreus lies all other ways,
Zagreus comes when time's a maze,
And all of history is weeping.

Zagreus taking time apart,
Zagreus fears the hero heart,
Zagreus seeks the final part,
The reward that he is reaping.

Zagreus sings when all is lost,
Zagreus takes all those he's crossed,
Zagreus wins and all it cost,
The hero's hearts he's keeping.

Zagreus seeks the hero's ship,
Zagreus needs the web to rip,
Zagreus sups time at a drip,
And life aside, he's sweeping.

Zagreus waits at the end of the world,
For Zagreus is the end of the world.

His time is the end of time,
And his moment time's undoing."

The Superior waited calmly as the Master finished reciting the poem. "Are you done?"

"One last thing," the Master said. "You will not kill me today."

And without warning, one of the two Aides got hit with near point blank accuracy of another blast of slime from the Master's mouth, as well as the console the aide was using. His screaming wails were muffled by the slime being blasted at his face.

"STOP HIM!" the superior shouted. "STOP THE MASTER!"