Lord Volt'Em Ord had been cut off from Paul, his supreme overlord. But he had his own problems right now. Intruders clad in aluminium foil sought to destroy his towers. There was a lot of sparking going on as the waves were thrown back and forth between the mirrors of metal that were to them just wrinkles in their clothing. Sparks were hot, hot aluminium burned, fire was unhealthy to intruders. That was how Volt'Em had fought in what was to him a serious tower defense effort. The distraction that the search for the missed children stolen by Karen brought to the populance, was saving his towers a lot of attackers. If he could just outlast their seemingly limitless supply of aluminium, he could stop focusing on sending multiple user spatial streams of microwave data at the intruders.

Aluminium rich gas rose up into the air to be welcomed by all the other gases that made up part of the body of chaol. Nothing was truly lost in the burning of the intruders after all.

It all returned to the sea, air and the more chaol there was, the less would be lost to the void of space. All pervading, Chaol had other names too: Dao, Via, Paul, Fire, Ocean, Air or Technology. Chaol was important and became more important by being so important, so why would Chaol not take part in what was the showdown of Viable 5?

Luca Fair rubbed his eyes, pinched himself in case he was dreaming and then concluded that it had been a dream in which he could pinch himself - nothing unusual to see here, better get back to sleep.

Desmond had just hovered through the bars of their cell whilst t-posing. That could not have happened so it probably did not.

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Mama Morris stared at the sign saying 'Minefield ahead - trespassers will be shot without mercy'. Even if her soul didn't make her go on a quest to search some thing she always had wanted to possess, time dilation would not really help her outspeed the explosion of a mine whilst being shot at.

There were even mines that had spikes in them so that they would pierce through the foot that stepped on them first and then explode, something that she would definitely not outspeed.

This place could not be found by anyone but her, could it? Someone beside her and Karen should have the ability to manifest their soul too, but who?

A t-posing figure ascended over the KZ. Surrounding it were yellow flames, dancing around it whilst producing dark smoke. A Stacy-member was already on their way to inform Karen of the containment breach - which was the standard operating procedure for a containment breach.

Karen appeared in her ultimate matriarch form, shedding her previous body to replace it temporarily into a muscular one with long pink hair.

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It really did not look like Karen anymore - if she would ask me in that form how she looks, I really would not have a diplomatic answer that I might have for normal hair styles. Was I manipulative in that?

What should I answer if she were to ask me how her hair looks? What a conundrum.

A fight would erupt. An eventful one.