Alchemiter:
Toxicity Edge && Francium && (The entire Actinide series, &&'d together) && Miniature Green Sun = First Assassin [Level 20 8/11]
Adamantium &&
Quantum Foam (It's literally everywhere. Just zoom in with the captcharoid using reality bending and boom. Also you really should click the link) = Quantomium [Level 9 4/5]
ICBH && Hardened Earth Essence && Tectonic Entropy Crystal = The Great Shift [Level 23 3/12]
Charges:
13/50 Connection Clarity
7/25 Wot in Carbonation
Assists:
+1 to Consumer, +1 to Cyanogynist
Action:
To the battlefield, I appear out of nothing, much like my first arrival. To me, I have just exited a portal to a mindscape of my own design – a mindscape recently added to Sakuya Izayoi’s own and in which the core of her mental function now resides. She is getting some rest, but others saning actions can still affect her, unless of course my previous action was enough to completely restore her sanity.
Now, I must turn to another being in need. I rotate to face Matronymic (or the closest animu to sane, if Matronymic is already completely sane). Then, I momentarily retreat into my own mind. And I do mean “momentarily;” the following takes less than the duration of 10^-48 seconds.
I concentrate with the full force of my being, pouring forth a flood of intelligence and sparing not a drop. All the emotions that can be experienced swirl together in a whirlpool of the mind, and from the mixture springs forth a single lotus. This lotus is both translucent and opaque; simultaneously white, black, and all possible colors; it is the essence of void, yet is all of creation; its petals represent life and wilt at the tips as death; it undulates perpetually yet is eternally still; it encompasses all, but is too small to perceive; it sees nothing and knows all; it is importantly meaningless; it is unbreakable, though more fragile than silence; and even with its endless capacity for wrath, it loves all things. The petals of this lotus are every universe that can ever exist, and the lines on each petal are every possible timeline. It is torn in places, run ragged by this war, but it refuses to die. My mind is, for a moment, entirely transformed into the flower that is the multiverse.
Then I release my concentration, and time resumes.
I calmly walk to Matronymic (see above if saned), all expression vacant from my face. Time seems to slow with every step, and space falls away around us. In an endless void, I face Matronymic, and we are alone. I stop, and stand still. Then, my posture becomes fluid as I twist slowly. My arms and legs leave after-images as I flow through different movements and begin a dance.
I bring my arms up from my sides, the fold them together into a prayer position. At the same time, my legs spread to the side, lowering me into a balanced stance. I separate my hands and move them apart, the right hand moving to my right and up, the left to the left and down. I jump and twist in the air so that my arms spin outward, then twist again to land on one knee. Next, I flow into reaching skyward at my full height, then bring my hands back down onto the ground. I spin again, this time doing a series of three front flips, each ending with a single-handed handstand. I launch myself up with one hand and flip back to my feet. I end with an elegant bow, and motion to draw something from an unseen pocket.
Matronymic watches as I pull out a flower. The flower is strange. It just does not make sense, like a paradox or a spatial impossibility. She knows that it is a flower, and that it means
something, but she cannot perceive what. It is beyond her capability to be perceive, and if she was not stunned, she is sure she would run.
I complete my approach, bring the lotus closer and closer. Matronymic’s eyes go wide with fear, but I do not hesitate. I reach out with the lotus, and push it to her forehead. It seems to phase through her skull and straight into her brain, and Matronymic can do nothing about it. She shudders slightly, then goes still as the lotus begins to merge with her brain.
To Matronymic, I now fade from view as well. Relative to the rest of the battlefield, she is processing so fast that everything has faded into background noise. Even her perception of herself fades away until her mind is totally focused. Then, from the void, comes the flower. The lotus grows slowly, rising from the void like a normal lotus rises from the water. It unfolds, twisting into its perfect lotus shape. Her mind cannot render it in the full detail that my mind can, but it is more than enough for her to understand. Before her is a perfect representation of all the multiverse. All its beauty and ruin, made manifest. This is closer than the most serene of Buddhist monks ever come to nirvana, to absolute oneness with everything.
Many would consider such a vision the height of insanity, but in fact, very few beings have ever had this much perspective in life. Truly, Matronymic has experienced the height of sanity. Total understanding – or as close as you can come with this level of resolution of the lotus – has been bestowed to her.
Time returns to its natural flow, and the battlefield comes back into focus. The lotus implanted in her brain integrates permanently into her nervous system, giving her a constant state of zen (no, this is not intended to be a passive – I would have charged for that). As everything comes back into focus – more clearly in focus than before, actually – she can feel her mind working faster, clearer, and more focused than before. The strands of “plague goop” that clogged her nerves should be wiped away by the torrent of activity just experienced.
I nod to Matronymic, the most I can spare for her at the moment. Now, I turn to face both Yuuki and Mu, the two taking up opposite corners of my vision, presenting a choice.
