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"Time manipulation"

This is a God Tier power, appearing only in humans who have every elemental power (More than 4,800) running closely in their veins.

The first stage of this power begins with small glimpses into a person's past. It's a small form of clairvoyance, able to see the basic traits of the person. This stage lasts from birth to death. It's helpful for people who are intrigued by other humans.

The second stage, which starts in early adolescence, lets the user have a far more advanced memory, allowing them to mentally "take pictures" as it is called. They can recall many events with ease, and smaller events only take little effort. This is not a blessing, for our ability to forget is a blessing from the gods as a way to avoid pain. The few with this power, are damned to remember everything… and it never is removed from their memory. This leaves them with very small intellect, having trouble concentrating, depressive mood swings, anxiety, overwhelming headaches, insomnia, and in some cases seizures. These will cause the user to have mental disorders, self-harm, and/or suicide.

Stage three: This stage is the most damning stage. The user is now able to create time domes, the time of the repeating sequence controlled by the user. The user can speed it up to a rate at which the victim will lose their mind, dying instantly or entering a state at which the user may use them as a human weapon. The user may also collapse domes, resulting in the victim crushed under the weight. The domes also have an electric-like surface, causing excruciating pain for anyone to touch, including the user.

Time Bombs/slices: Another very powerful attack. The user can manipulate the time dome power into a smaller form, like shooting them from their palms or threading it through their weapons. The results of the victims are as follows.

A) Age a person down or up to the point they are nothing but dust, very slowly and painfully.
B) cause every little memory, past, present, and future, to rewind through the person's mind, driving them insane, exploding the victim's conscious. They become mindless creatures, only in pursuit to obey and kill.

For every human killed with this power (excluding at the hands of victims turned mindless), the last of their fated time added to the user's timespan. But, not at a cost. Every life that was taken and every lifetime added to the users, the mental state of the user gets worse and worse. Guilt, extreme insomnia, head-splitting headaches, and horrifying seizures are some of the drawbacks.
If the user lives through all this, they slowly lose their mind. The more they kill, the longer their life becomes. Immortality, everyone wants that right? No. Family, friends, lovers, they all die while the user lives on, unable to die from the number of lifetimes absorbed.

@Mojack group

Chapter Two

The group exited the building; it was easy to get through the crowds. They practically made a path for them: Arlasis noted the looks of awe and jealousy at her. Apparently her tribe was unaware of the local 'heroes,' she decided on. But heroes? Hero was a fake word to her people. There was no hero. Nor bad guy. Only the thought, the corruption, everything of the mind.

To continue on, she had a thought. If security was tightening, they're surely require some forms of.. Perhaps, disguise?

She had a friend that worked at the armoury. Perhaps they'd be able to provide something there. Putting a hand on Harrs' shoulder, he craned his body around to look at her.

"If security has improved, we would need some form of cover. They do not want US driving those ships. But do they want their own?"

Harrs came to that note and blinked, adjusting his brown hat that sat on his head.

"Do you have a solution?"

"Maybe. I have a friend a few minutes away from this location. I could attempt to contact them."

"I'll send ZETA with you then. Not that I don't trust, but there's some people that aren't too fond of us, and seeing you work with us may.."

"..make them think I'm joining your group?" She finished.

"Correct. ZETA'll defend you, he's really something."

As if the mech could hear them, he approached.

"ZETA, Arlasis has a friend who's gonna help. I need you to join her and make sure everything goes as planned. Got that?"

"Yes." Now that they were closer, Arlasis could study ZETA. ZETA appeared to have some sort of spines protruding from his back, but after closer inspection, she realized they were not attached to the back, but rather a tail. She pondering on what uses it would have. The mech's black paint did not shine in the sun, it did not really stand out at all.

ZETA appeared to look at her, as if awaiting her order.

"Come along." She finally spoke, marching the other way. ZETA followed.

The two walked through the streets for some time. The streets leading to the armoury were almost never full, unless there was a full on war, which hadn't happened for fifty years. The last one was a civil war, and most of the history books on that were flushed away long ago.

She attempted to begin some conversation.

"So, where do you come from?"

"I did not originate on this planet, but most of my data files from 'before' were erased when I was reprogrammed." The robot did not really continue.

The silence overtook them again, until drums began nearby. Arlasis stopped, causing ZETA to stop, and look in her direction.

One of Arlasis's kind played some drums, humming along a tune to go with it. She had slightly green skin, unlike Arlasis.

"What are they doing?" ZETA asked, surprising Arlasis.

"I thought you'd know. Considering your natural emotions th-.."

Zeta turned away.

"My emotions are not like yours. I do not form bonds, I only serve."

Arlasis appears to think for a moment before responding, humming thoughtfully to herself.

"You are like an honourable warrior from my species. You promise to serve, yes," ZETA turned to her ever so slightly, "but when one works too hard, or too much, with no bonds, who will be there for them when they crumble? To help them back up?"

ZETA's markings flashed yellow, then blue, the faded.

"Like I said, I am a robot. My emotions are not the same."

Seeing ZETA would not change his view, Arlasis answered the first question.

"Playing drums. It's music, people enjoy music. It relaxes them, and makes them happy." Some children peered out, varying species, from bird like Zergindays to the blue eyed Manmay. They began to dance.

"And they are.."

"Dancing. It can vary, sometimes. Some people do it subconsciously."

ZETA didn't answer. He continued to watch for a few moments before they set back on path; the drum player now surrounded by children, adults, teens alike.

Finally arriving at a shabby building, ZETA's markings flashed orange as they entered. Arlasis whispered something.

"Those markings, what do they mean?"

"That is for you to find." ZETA's markings flashed purple, then faded.

"Sarendoi Arlasis! Kamondri no jamhak!" (Hello, Arlasis! Long time no see!) A voice called. A peacock like Zerginday pulled itself around the corner; brown feathering confirming it was female.

"Sarendoi, Mayka. English." (Hello, Mayka)

"Ah, you have a new friend! What is your name, I am Mayka!"

"ZETA."

"Ohh, a robot, ay?"

"Yes."

"Mayka, I know this seems sudden, and I'm terribly sorry for leaving so soon, but we need some armour. Royal guard armour, actually."

Mayka tilted her head, turning around. She moved to a machine and pressed a button; the machine began to sew some thing. "And what for?"

"Secret mission."

Mayka chuckled, which shifted into a laugh.

"We've been friends since kinder, Arlasis! I know a lie 'hen I see one!"

ZETA noted with some surprise the bird's bottom feet were made from metal. That, or they were metal boots.

"So, Arlasis. Tell yer old friend the truth, yes?"

"We.."

"No wait, let me guess. You plan to steal one of the ships and get outta this blasted system?"

"I.."

ZETA pulled a defensive position.

"Haha! Do not worry, my metallic friend. I will not give you away; in fact, I know the map of this area of galaxies like I do the back of my wings! I can work from afar, I'll be able to contact the ship you're escaping in chances are."

Arlasis stayed silence before putting her hand up. ZETA looked at it, then fell back into a neutral pose.

"That would be appreciated. And the armour?"

"Your request has been..

..verified."

@Mindful_Bison

K so… uhhh…there's a show I listen to called MBMBAM and that was one of their jokes. IDK why I copied that but here it is.
Also Garfield absolutely vapes

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This is a God Tier power, appearing only in humans who have every elemental power (More than 4,800) running closely in their veins.

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scars from the lightning strike leading slightly down her spine and the way down her arms but her hands are fine

@MarDeColores this is not it kids

(I was doing something on the book, The Great Gatsby)
"that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."

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