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?T: Ugh...*Gets up*

*The area around him/her/it (as the self hadn't checked for gender yet) is a small cave. It is white with gray vortex thingies pulsing along the surface. Absolutely no surface whatsoever is NOT covered in the stuff. It's the Dimensional Decay, alright.*

...Oh, great...

*The voice sounds feminine*

...Oh, come on! Like, the only time I haven't been turned into a girl is when I turned into a Jirachi! *Takes look at self just to confirm body shape*

...What.

*The body is also apparently made of Dimensional Decay. Well. You expected a form inexplicably resistant to decay SOMEWHAT more than actually being decay itself, but it looks like that's not the case, and like always, you have to roll with the cards you're dealt with. The body itself, in general, seemed to be a merge of a Meloetta and a Mega Gardevoir-the hair near the head was shaped like a Mega Gardevoir's hair, but was long like Meloetta's, and though the arms and chest area matched a Mega Gardevoir's chest region (including the arms and hands, though the fingers were longer), the dress took more aspects from Meloetta. Also present: Vulpix'es six tails and ears, and a Sylveon's bows/feelers.*

*A quick feel of the face reveals you have utterly no face whatsoever. How the hell you're actually seeing is beyond you, though you theorize that, being that it can change matter into itself, the decay technically has properties of any existing object whatsoever. This technically makes you omnipotent, and possibly omniscient...As if you weren't technically already by being JT. Somehow, your religious stance makes you think that abusing this power will result in direct intervention by the one thing he/she/it can't stop-which is likely, you think. You opt not to go all uber-OP on everything, especially since, your pre-existing reason aside, it's boring and lame in a storyline like this.*

...Well.

*You decide that this self will be called DT, for Decayed Tazz.*

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TNT: Oh my oh my oh my oh my oh my. Well, apparently, my new self is actually made of decay. Concerning how ancient peoples managed that, but I'm concerned how ancient people's managed to make a similar bracelet to make JT over there.

JT: *Waves*

TNT:...Anyways. I guess nothing that's ACTUALLY bad has ACTUALLY happened, right? *Actually turns around to see everyone already left.*

...D**mit. *Figures out where S2 went on the machine.*

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DWF: I'VE FOUND THEM!!!

???: Found who? New recruits?

DWF: I'VE FOUND JUSTICE AND COMPANY!!! A large release of energy pinpointed his exact location! Also!! The idiots trying to wake the original?! They're going after Justice and company too, but they don't know where their base is!!

???: Excellent, Freedom. Now, we manipulate them.

DWF: We gotta be anonymous about it, they've got the wrong idea, as all idiots do, about us. They're trying to kill us too. AND YOU'D THINK THAT, SINCE WE'RE TRYING TO DO THE SAME THING, AT LEAST THEY'D BE ON OUR SIDE, BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS-

???: Hrmph. Quiet, Freedom. We can work around that little problem quite easily.

???:...I've noticed our Assassin made quite an entrance on them, speaking of which. Over half of their leaders were annihilated in a go. Our fears are confirmed, this entity is definitely stronger than us, in general. Only Body of Law has ever been stronger. Assuming he wasn't concealing power.

DWF: *Stands in shock for a few seconds*...Image...

Dark Writ Image (Who's name I hid for no particular reason as it wasn't really a spoiler whatsoever): I am aware of the problems that arise from such a possibility. He's put heads on the survivors, as well. He's set up a battle between Justice and the Unsealers...This 'Black,' as he calls himself.

DWF:...Image...We...HAVE...WE HAVE...WEHAVETOKILLTHATTHINGNOWNOWNOWNOWNOOOOOOOOO OOO-*Slapped*

DWI: *Did the slapping* STUFF IT!! You whine like an insolent brat the instant something stronger than you comes up. We don't know his motives, we cannot assume he will intervene in our plans. Or even KNOWS of our plans.

DWF:...We don't HAVE a plan yet, Image.

DWI:...I meant in general, not specifically what we'll come up with in the future.

DWF: Ah, lovely! I love plans!

DWI: In any scenario, we'll just start knocking down the dominoes and tell the Unsealers the location Justice calls home. Freedom, resume recruitment duties. I'll get the message down.

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*In a dark room that's empty save for one person, the sole occupant's writes in his journal about a dream he had last night. It was a very odd dream: He was shown coordinates of someone's house, very percise coordinates, then taken for a full tour OF the house, and then shown an image of it being blown to hell. He wrote it all down, then looks at the time. He is a small recon team leader, and his last mission was a total failure-and failure on such a colossal scale was only tolerated once, as you only left this job dead or on the run. Mostly dead, though. He had already spent his 'warning' card, so it was dire that he figured out something of use. He wonders...The coordinates might be of use. He could have had that lucky dream for a reason. He always dreams of things that help him out in the end. He takes the Journal and prepares to report to his higher-up directly, something called 'Zant Soul.' This entity, for the sake of sanity, shall be referred to as the Helmsman, and his rank is staff sergeant.*