Deta, iTem: 22:49:23 12/04/2023;
P̶l̶a̶c̶e̶:̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶D̶e̶t̶a̶S̶c̶o̶p̶'̶s̶ ̶R̶e̶s̶i̶d̶e̶n̶c̶e̶
Taka in Deta's hands turns into void.. and vanishes. Then he comes out behind Deta, staring at him and drinking chocolate milk.
— "Damn, did I die? Oh, nevermind, it's my turn, right– Did your angst end?"
Deta was still hanging in the air. His shield disappeared, and Taka felt a strong charge of the air in the Residence.
— "Did... you... die...?"
— «Did he say DIE?!»
He slowly turned to Taka. Even through the glitches around Deta, his fixed pupils could be seen expressing pure fear.
Then Taka realizes that he's not looking at him... but at the house.
— ¡̵K̴̷̵̸AI̷҈̴L̶I҉҈̵N̵̴̴̷̸!̴
DetaScop instantly rushed to the ruins of the Residence, flying past Taka. Fortunately, without spilling his drink.
He starts to lift numerous wreckage with his Caliburn and telekinesis, frantically searching for something. Even the Console went in the course, in which he constantly looked with a certain concern.
Taka is still drinking his chocolate milk and thinking...
— "Huh, I wonder how is nether– WELL, happens." He continues to drink and stare at Deta. "Not scopefull of mindset, eh?"
Deta didn't hear. Or doesn't want to answer. Snapping his fingers...
/chprop [~-1111, 2222 ~-18, -40 ~-375, 4482] grav=<weightless>
...he prepared his sword.
/inter [@, lim=[1~^]]=force (Caliburn, <lock>)
The Caliburn lit up with Deta's favorite blue color. Taking the sword with both hands, he lifted it up, and a meter and a half of broken debris of the house and the garden rose into the air, between which he began to look closely.
— "N o t h i n g ." He repeated the command and shouted again: "¡̴¿̸K̵A҉I̴, D̷̸̸O̶̷̶̷̷̷̶ Y̸O҉̵̸̷҈U̵̴̶̴̷ H̶̸̷E̶̸̵҈̷A̵̶҉R҈̷̶̴̵ M̸E̸̵̵̸̶?̷̸҈!̵̵̴̵̷"
There was no response.
— "I'm pausing our fighting." He turned to Taka again. And pointed at him the sword, releasing a green beam. "Be near."
/inter [select]=impul_cen=[-49N]
Taka was weakly pulled to the center. Due to the weightlessness, he continues to fly towards Deta near all the wreckage, which is soaring up.
He redirected Caliburn to a clear piece of ground.
— "I have a few questions, but.."
/create (tesserite)=[select; ~-50000, 50000 ~ ~-66000, 66000] clone=[~ ~-24 ~]
— "..Pff, later."
The glowing solid energy that came out of the ground threw everything up to the foundation, along with the decor and the surviving trees.
— "..So you wanted to know more about her?"
/search <mem=("66000")> correct<Y_ax>=[~22222]
— "..With great pleasure... If we find her..." Deta continues.
— "Meh, you go find her, aka your lover, I guess? I'm gonna go." He opens another rift gate and enters it, then closes it.
He turned back, wanting to answer, but—
— "T̴AK̴A̸!̶"
The name echoed through the Residence.
He is gone, goodbye.
Deta's glitches didn't go.
— "..Bruh, you s-s-such–"
He opened the Conslole, checking the results.
Zero.
— "..No– No, no, no–"
He repeated the command, indicating all the Residence.
Z e r o .
Have fun!
— "S̷̡̘̰̰҇̑͛̈̅̊̂Ḩ̴̞̬̬̘̟̰̀́͋̐̍̕Ȕ̴̧̈́͋͒̋͝T̶͖̲͎͖͋͊̑̀͊͝ Ų̵̛̦̜̇̔P҈̧̞̤҇̄̓̌,̠͓ T̸̨̠̯̔̾̀͂͞Ă̷̳̯͒̈͆͋̌͠K̶̛͖̗̝͚̲͉͛̉̐̑̌̚͜Ą̴̟̱̑̈͡!̴̧̣̩̬͍̙͖̇̔̓͞ͅ"
He goes to the Anti-Void.
Deta, iTem: 23:00:57 12/04/2023;
Place: Anti-Void, The DetaScop's Residence
The white large space with one floor and a high ceiling.
Mate, I'm not even here. And go have fun, finding your nonexistent sister.
DetaScop repeats the command again, doesn't listening the spoken words. He knows that no one's here, but his perfectionism did the thing.
— "Please, please–"
Still z e r o .
— "..Ugh-h...."
Taka suddenly appears near Deta.
— "Why are you like this?"
...And got immediately bounded by the white strings.
— "¿̵҉¿̷̸Ņ̴̛O̸̧̕,WH̷Y̸̸ Y̶O҉U̸ A̸̸R̸̵E̷ L̶I҉̵K҈҈E̷ T̷̴H̷̶I̸S҈?̶̶?̵̷ W̶H̵A̷T D̷I̷̷D̶̷ I̴ J҈U̴S̴T S̵̵A̶Y̸҉ T̵̸O Y̴̸O̵̷U̵??̶̶"
Deta turned to him and came closer:
— "B̷̧̜̓̏͂͡E̸̛̪̦͚̊͑̐͢ N҉̡̛͇̟̂̄E̶̢͔̟̪͋͠A̷̡͕̭̐͐͠R̸̛̲̟̚͢ͅ! W҈͢͡H̸҇͢A҈̢̕T҈̢̛'̷̧̕S̶̨͠ C̸̨͞Ǫ̶͠M̷̢͡P҉̨̛L̵̢̛I̴̡̕Ç̸̛A̷҇͜Ţ̴͠E̸̢̛D̸̢҇ J̵̢͞U҈͜͞S҉͢͝T̴͝ T҈͜͞O '̷̸B̴̶E̶̷ N̸E̸̶A̷҉R̴҈'̵??̶̴"
— Yes.
— «Y̸o̷u g̷o̷t̷t̶̶a̶ b̷̸e j̷u̵s̶t̶–̴» "¿̵̳͆͢͝ͅ¿W҉̨̠̳̪҇̓̽H̸̡̳̫҇̿͂A҉͎͙͑̕͜T̵̨̿͞ '̶̨̛̯̥̮̏̐Ẏ̴̨̛̯̘̥̊Ȩ̵̳͐́̂͡Ş̵̰̙̠̓́̀̕'҉̡̳̪̰̀́͡?̵̡̛̰̰̉̔?̴"
— Yes.
— «D̷̨̲҇̍O҈̧̛͈͚̈́ Y҉̛̳̍̊̈͜O҈̧͓̞̖̒͠Ṷ̶̙҇̂̃̈͜ Ȩ̶͓҇̂̈́V҉̢̩̪̪҇̉Ę̸̱́̔͞N̵͓͖̭҇̎͜ U҈̢̛̯̓̀̽Ń̷̡̳̌͝Ḏ̴̨͑͞É̷̛͉͔̮͢R҉̧̱̒̒͝S҉̩̫̓͌̕̚͢Ţ̸̜̰̥̆̌͝A҉̗̳̾͒͜͞N̷̨̘̈́͠D̵̫̭͌̋͢͞ W̵̛̮̄̂͜H̶̢̗̑̂̓͝A҉̨̪͎̰̽̎̌͡T̴̢̛͈̣̦̈́ Y҉̢̩͚͒͛͞Ó̸̢͈͙̄̀͝U̴̝̘͛͋̓̕͜'̷̨̦͉͖̽̆́͝V҈̧͉̩̝̏̑̚͝È̸̦͢͝ J̷̠͚͆͢͠U̵̘̳̲͊̃̓͜͞S̷̨͔̲͎͆̐̎͠T̷̫̥̭̑̓͜͡ D҈̱̩̂̄̇͜͞O̶̢͈͚҇̔̎̏N̷̢̘͙̲̊̑͡Ȩ̷̤͈͈̽̓̕?̷͚̝̎͒͐͜͝!̵̢̛̿̀»
Deta didn't answer.
— «I̷t̴'s̶ po̸i̶n̴tl̷e̴ss.̵ H̸e̷'̴s̷ t̶o̴ta̵l̷l̸y̴ h̴o̵p̴e̴le̸s̴s̴.̵» "Wh-hy you... (are.. so ruthless?)"
Annnndddd yeah, because he doesn't want to hurt Taka.. But, in the same time, is ready to kill him...
— "...just..."
Deta starts to cry, not feeling his powers and freeing Taka from his strings.
— "..Just.... leave me alone....."
— "Cool." He leaves. "Later."
— "..Never...."
He bent down to the floor, still sobbing, but holding the Caliburn tightly.
— "SKILL ISSUE!" shouted Taka before disappearing.
— «..I s̵w̴e̸ar̷.̶ I̸f̴ I̵ h̵a̶v̸e̶n̸'t̷ b̶e̸e̸n̴ t̸h̴e̷ L̴i̶f̶e̸'̶s̷ Pr̶o̵t̴ec̶to̵r̷.̶ I̵ w̸o҈u̵l̴d'̸v̶e̸ tr̶y̶ t̷o̴ g̷i̶v̷e y̵o̸u̷ A̵̶̶̧̢̕͝ L̷OT̴ o̷f̸ p̵a̵i̵n.̴»
In his memory, in the past, right in this place...
«Feel free to cry. I won't judge.»
«Listen, don't keep emotions in yourself. Unleash them. Whatever how, just do it.»
A couple of minutes have passed. He stands up, leaning on the sword.
— «Why did I... did I start the battle...?»
He stopped reading. This time, because of a tear.
— "..."
After he removed it with his shoulder, his gaze fell on the book, and he involuntarily began to read from it.