Ixexi saw the best place ever when he dived to the lower realities. He had in fact followed some others down, since he just knew he would end up distracted by the oh so many interesting things down here if he came down on his own, and he was trying to do better.

The others had raced to a great big ball of a world as the wave of toxin flew across the open space between the already altered lifeless worlds it had hit on it's way in to the sun. But hanging there between it and the living world...

Where do they get such wonderful toys.

A little world. One that made it's own air, cleaned it own filth, and spun around to make it's own gravity. All put together with so many parts all working together. Like a performance.

And just filled to the brim with thinking, building, living beings.

Much more in this one mechanism then any single spot where the others were gathering them up down below. Besides, nothing worked down there, just places with or without life. A lot more without life then seemed healthy really.

But he had a place, a wonderful place that he could save. He, Ixexi. He would have such sweet bragging rights.

The place was even self contained against the emptiness around it, so it could protect itself from the void. All Ixexi had to do was get it there.

It floated so lightly above the pull of the world below. Ixexi forgot that weight and mass only seemed the same down here.

He pulled at the place and the place did not want to go, so he pulled again, and again with a tighter grip.

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Finally it came along with him to the void, high up above where the Director was setting places all around a imaginary globe, but Ixexi would put his place up high above them all. Up where all could see what he had done.

But as he let go of it. It became to come apart.

So many of the little clever creature came flying out. Into the void. With no protection.

Ixexi had to choose. Save the clever place, or the people who made it?

A place with no one to appreciate it was no place at all, just...stuff. But the people who made it, could make it again.

A easy choice. All he had to do was let the place fall apart and pluck away at each living being as they came into his sight. Pulling each free and wrapping them up in a twist of time, so that hovering up above a world as it was created didn't trouble the little being's little minds.

A world seemingly made of just dirt and water. How would the clever being make a new place?

There was still a lot of mass left from the place he had broken. A lot of mass the clever people had chosen because it was useful to them. It would do.

The Director spun off a version of itself as Inquisitor to berate him for slamming down the remains of the place onto the newly forming world hard enough for it to impact deep within a large, otherwise unoccupied area. But even pointing that out didn't stop Inquisitor from asking such painful questions like. "What were you thinking?" and "Did you even have a plan?"

"Well no. I am Ixexi."

Inquisitor seemed to think that over and agree that was enough of a answer.

Ixexi looked down at the incredibly wide variety of beings all mixed up together, while Inquisitor sighed and began the work of placing the Hazaks Ixexi has saved down of the world below.

Neither noticed that the wave of toxin had touched the end of the space station just before Ixexi had pulled it into the void, and some of it had clung to it even as it changed the substance of what it had come into contact with. Or that it had ended up catching a ride down with the wreckage as it was flung down to the world below.

For that pool of toxin, it's upgrade made it able to gather together the parts it had began to alter, mundane and enchanted both, into into something for it to work it's will on this new world.

But even if they had noticed, they both had more important concerns at the time.