“My defeat was idiotic! You just- made this big multiplanetary formation and blasted me with shattered paths! “
Kitsune smirked, and Ajinan scowled. “I agree. Her artifact shunted her entire planet into a different orbit, before proceeding to near-immediately kill me. Your strategy was impeccable toward the end, though.”
“Tabs thought the whole thing up-” and she laughed as a golden spear slammed into the blue-haired girl beside her, blasting her through the wall so hard she returned as a kitten. “She came to me all like ‘please my planet just got dragoned, help-’ and then we beat up Ajinan’s armada.”
Sara frowned in her peculiar drooping-wings, hidden eyes sort of eldritch way. “So then… if you three stuck around to clean things up and make peace, who won? I mean, Ajinan and I certainly didn’t, and Eaera probably spent the entire time with his space spirits.”
“They were friendly!”
Ajinan scowled slightly, then nodded to the fox. “Evidence points to Kitsune.”
“Agreed.”
“Sure!”
“No, obviously I won.” Everyone turned to glare at Tabs, who chose to sagely quail under the attention. “...fine. Kitsune won. Good game, I’m in charge again, get back to work. Sija won’t wait around, and I’m executing my sic-everyone-on-everyone privileges. Kitsune, stick around.” The others grumbled for a second before flickering away through realities to whatever they’d been working on before.
Kitsune raised an eyebrow faintly. “Executing your pretend-I-won-the-game privileges?”
“No, actually. For once I’m at least partially serious.” Tabs glanced around, and worlds away a pile of beanbags burst into brilliant flame and burnt to ash. “There, mischief complete. Now, I was perusing through some ISON reports, and found an interesting universe. Completely bound to basic physical laws… yet somehow trying to pierce the universe barrier.”
“That’s… I’d like to say it's not possible, but it obviously is.” She frowned- a particular manifestation capable of even limited worldhopping… “You think this is a Sija plot of some sort.”
“No- or if it is, it’s one that’s incredibly unsubtle. You get to investigate!” Kitsune groaned to the sound of Tabs’ silent cheers- for even if she didn’t voice them, there was no way she wasn’t vindictively happy to have her shoved onto a limited manifestation world. “I’m sending Eaera with you, too, so… if something ends up needing to explode, let him handle it.” As if the universe would be able to handle anything she threw at it without shattering. Eaera’s power was more… efficient.
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That was a way to put it, yes. Certainly not incredibly destructive and terrifying, because that would make him sad, and he was firmly in the precious, not to be made upset ever category. Also the category of people who give good pets, along with other people such as Eaera and Eaera. “I’ll pick up the milk on my way back.” She wouldn’t- and she got to see the delicious look of confusion on Tabs’ face as she tried and failed to calculate that into one of her many contingencies as she slipped into the essence of fire and fled through infinite universes.
………
A brush of darkness touched against her infinite existence, a hyperdimensional handshake, an eclipse of fire and darkness that dare not intersect but intermingled freely. Chiaroscuro on a transuniversal scale, observing beneath them a world with one of the most rigid membranes they’d ever had the misfortune to look upon. Any more, and it would be one of those delicate single-concept demiplanes that popped like glass at their mere approach.
Too strong. Requisite power is-will not be present in avatar manifestation without significant risk of fracture. The words were not spoken- they just were, impressed onto the very nature of fire outside the universe in infinite subtle patterns.
Pet pet, said the darkness, in perhaps the most anemic attempt to comfort a deity ever made in the vicinity of the world beneath them. Weak spot. Just wait- and it was apparent, in an instant exactly what the ISON report had meant when it said the inhabitants of the world were tampering with the universal membrane. For a single moment, a tiny portion became… amorphous. Rigid delinations of here and there shifted into a moment of unity, and then recrystallized almost instantly.
Two greater manifestations appeared flanking an ISON extrauniversal observational platform, watching intently as the universe beneath them flickered at regular intervals. “That’s… interesting. It should give us some freedom in entering the universe.”
A darkness, the fear of destruction ever comforting to its sibling in fire, shifted through infinite forms to the rhythm of the disturbances below them. “We’ll be right next to the disturbance- isn’t that exciting! If they’re nice, we can tell them to… not be Sija, and if not, then we can blow them up!”
“Only you, Eaera.” Kitsune cracked a grin, descending- ascending, becoming one with herself as she pressed up against the membrane of the world, waiting for a second’s promise written into a pattern inside of time, speckled across twenty-odd years of continuity. Eaera, the darkness that was in its purest essence destruction carefully slid next to her- it could not harm her for she was fire conceptual, but the universe beneath them had no such protection.
Then-
Rigidity was not, but for a moment- and a portion of them slipped through the wall in existence and into reality again.