So what you're saying is you've basically got two healthbars. Nothing I can't handle.
...
Dammit.... you steal my weapons... you insult my being... and then you have the nerve to run away...?
Hell no! I'm not letting you get away from me. Shields or bare fists, I don't care! YOU'LL REGRET PISSING ME OFF!
I'M TAKING YOU DOWN! AND THAT'S FINAL!
Ahah! That's him all right! Now, let's see how he likes it when he's the one on the receiving end!
! These fierce powers!
(Hnnnn. Such linear approaches. I'll simply dart upwards and let those fools collide--)
Above!?
*generic smash-bros twinkle*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....!
Z-zounds!
This is pathetic. I expected a fight out of you, and yet, here you are being a total embarrassment!
...
This is a waste of my time. You should throw in the towel, because I aim to DISMANTLE you by the end of this.
...
SCAN COMPLETED. "Jazz Droid Mark-X" BATTLE DATA SUCCESSFULLY COPIED.
...I'm sorry, wh-
...Ok, ow. Also, what the hell did you mean "battle data copied"?
NEED FOR EXPLANATION: ACKNOWLEDGED.
STATEMENT: DURING COMBAT, SCANS HAVE BEEN MADE OF YOUR BATTLE DATA.
RESULT: YOUR MOVESET HAS BEEN LEARNED. YOUR STATISTICS HAS BEEN MEASURED. YOUR LIMITS HAVE BEEN CALCULATED.
CONCLUSION: THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO GAIN FROM THIS FIGHT... MEANING IT HAS REACHED ITS END.
...I've still got some
to say.
Oh! Hi, little friend! You lost?
Mm...I wouldn't say I'm familiar with this place, but not lost, no.
You sure? Me can get friend Diddy...
...you doing okay? Little child looks pale.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Wh-what that thing? Why you have it on your head?
Y-you know weird scary thing?
*chuckle*
...you'd be surprised who you're really talking to.
...You know, I've come to realize something about all of this. Essentially speaking... You, me, and the "original" are all different parts of the same whole.
Jazz, having been the host of its power, is essentially the Soul of the entity known as Jazz Hands*. And when he reformed himself, he created my base model- the Jazz Droids Mark-X- off of scans from what remained of Jazz Hands, but not before clearing out any signs of Evil Energy or Limited... Or so he believed.
But what he would never have suspected was that when he decided to release the first batch of Mark-X Droids against the Grey Matter on Popstar all those months ago**... That I, as the first- and therefore longest-lasting- of those Mark-X Droids would inherit a piece of Jazz Hands thought to be lost long ago... His mentality. The thought process behind the idea of being the world's end... To dominate it all.
...True, I am currently in no position to attempt such a thing now... But patience is a tool that I- or, rather, Jazz- has practiced for a long time.
...But the question is, what does that leave you with? The Body of Jazz Hands has been completely scrapped after it was scanned, reserved for spare scrap metal for the Jazz Armada to use at any time. So what exactly are you?
Well, I'll tell you what you are: You are the Limited that remained... What all is left of Jazz Hands' POWER. Which makes you strong in your own right, don't get me wrong...
...But you have no heart. No soul. No personality. You are nothing more than an empty HUSK with no direction. The closest you can get to a direction is nothing more than a mindless quest to try and follow your original directive: To gain power. To become whole.
Furthermore, you take on the form you have now- an amalgamation of every entity to have EVER come into contact with you- simply because you lack an identity of your own.
...But all the power in the world will not give you a heart. Or an identity. Or a purpose. No matter how powerful you become... You will NEVER become whole. You will ALWAYS be empty inside.
...And that is why you will ALWAYS be inferior to me.
Alright, this is getting boring, i think i need to go for a walk somewhere.
I mean, he was trying to brush off everything I threw at him and fought me half-assedly like he's so vastly superior to me. I'm not the type to throw a fight, especially not to someone with that attitude!
....I'll be back.
You can fight these until I return, I have a mess i need to clean up
You should have stayed dead.
(Alright. After assessing this guy's strength, I can only come to one conclusion...)
Ugh. Just call it quits already so you can be put out of your misery. Even looking at you gives me a headache.
Wha-- this again? You know your mustached loser of a boss tried this too, right?
(I stand little-to-no chance against him as we both are. But it's that very fact that will help me claim victory. Right now, he probably thinks of me as some kind of joke... but...
That is it! You have forced me to use my "special weapon!"
...Bruh.mp4
That's right. Cower. Anyone would if they knew they were about to lose to this. My Deluxe Never-Lose Trump card.
IT'S A FIRE EXTINGUISHER! IT'S LITERALLY JUST AN OVERSIZED FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
...Heh.
NOW PREPARE... FOR MY SUPER EXTENGUISH SPRAY DELUXE!
(Your strength is clearly your greatest curse. It'll be the one thing that forces you into defeat!)
...
...Was that supposed to hurt?
...No. But it was supposed to blind you and give me the upper hand. And thanks to your arrogance, you clearly took the bait and fought it head on when you could have easily avoided it.
W-what!?
...
You've probably figured it out by now, haven't you? That stuff covering your eyes... it's the real deal. And now that your sight has been neutralized...
Gh!
It's over. You've lost any chance of victory against me.
*sigh*
'Morning, Kanako. How's the...Meta-whatever thing today?
Frustrating, I'll say that much. This is the third day in a row they've asked me about pitching their VM to upper management, but I keep telling them I'm worried the PR would be bad enough to outweigh the profit.
Hey, it was your idea to branch out getting faith to technology, you don't have anyone to blame if-
Wait, what was that about VMs and bad PR?!
I asked them about it Saturday, all they did was send me a message on Sunday about something called "VM1" and four girls.
...
Okay, gimme the seat.
...what the
...
Kanako, this is going to sound ridiculous, but we gotta show this to Sanae.
...Huh. Don't know who you are, or how you go into the No Runsies Area, but if you want in on beating this thing to a pulp, then be my guest.
In fact, I think I know JUST how to beat this thing.
...In a way, I pity the pathetic creature. Between Jazz trying desperately to find purpose, and me knowing fully well what mine is, this "Stardust" was the only one incapable of finding purpose. A sad, miserable existence.
...Interesting. It seems that some parts of my new form still persist in my base form... Good. I'd rather not be mixed in with the rest of the Mark-X droids... Assuming Jazz ever even uses them again.
...Look at this place. I could just as easily continue the battle here, but for what reason? There is nothing left here to save. This battle has grown futile, and I have nothing to gain here. It'll be best for me to cut my losses here.
You miscalculated. I don't need sight to wipe the floor with you.
I've been in more troublesome positions than this and I've still come out on top. It ain't over until
It's over, Rainbow Man. You're done.
Yet not... YET NOT...!
!?
Y-you... no... tell me... WHEN I'M DOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Dammit, no! He's forcing himself back into his Spectrum Mode prematurely!)
...Wait... something's not quite right about his transformation this time...!
Dunno what you mean. Looks like the same cliched macho-man power fantasy escalation trip to me.
Harmony. Now's not the time to complain about how one-note these sequences are. Take a closer look at him...
...
He's... ascending past his programmed capabilities with sheer force of will. With a little time, he'll probably be on-par with... that technique.
(That technique!?)
(That technique!?)
WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHO THE HELL IS YELLING!!!
(This isn't good.)
(Every time he makes another jump in power is another chance of us pulling through fading away. I have to stop him before he can get any stronger.)
I can't let you do that, pal.
?
Heh. No pain, but definitely still gains. I'll admit you're pretty strong... but it won't be long before you and your crew is overwhelmed.
...Mondays.
I am Hel. Sovereign of death, and as one who rules over the dead,I know anyone who crosses the line between life and death. And I hold strong hatred for those who cheat death and return to the land of living. if you wanted a reason why I'm here, there you go.
Go on, follow through with your plan.
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