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"Divinity!" the shorter, more robust brother exclaimed, his bushy eyebrows rising in jest. He clapped his hands before his stomach—three times in total—before falling silent, ultimately forfeiting the right to speak to his taller brother; though, even in his silence, the chubby stranger's mocking grin was evident.

"You are confident," the taller stranger leaned in towards Blanche, almost as if examining her, "but are you capable?" He shifted from her right to her left, his strange eyes glaring directly into the Kunoichi's. He seemed oblivious to her brooding frustration—or at least, largely apathetic—and though the lady had hoped to make her statement absolute, the weary facade of skepticism had engrossed the stranger's countenance.

"Such a foul-mouthed creation," the spikey-haired fellow mused, his eyes shifting to glare at the woman's weapon for a brief moment. "How did you get it?" His second inquiry, like his first, was coupled with his gaze shifting back to Blanche's eyes.

"In due time," the shorter, more stout figure pined, grinning jovially as his apparent brother paced around the lady, his gunsteel eyes digesting the woman—his emotionless facade feasting upon every minute detail they came upon.

"How strong is your sense of leadership?" This voice came from the taller, more thin brother. He paused behind the woman, motioning to his brother who nodded and moved the pot off to the side of the room, where the swelling darkness consumed it.

Behind her, the spikey-haired brother crossed his arms, waiting several seconds before resuming his encirclement of the Kunoichi. In time, he could come to stand before her again, and he would level his eery, uncaring eyes on the woman, and await hew answer.

OOC: This is for Apple only. Anyone else joins and they'll find out what it's like to be disintegrated ICly.

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They appeared in a sudden flash of light, the darkened, abandoned room once shed in the void of forgot now finding a purpose once more. Two men, proud warriors of the Uzumaki clan, would be the first to pioneer the abandoned locale, though they would not be alone. Staying true to their form, both men nodded to each other silently, letting their bodies adopt movement and purpose that would soon be revealed.

"Ichi, this is an exciting time." Was the unarmed man truly excited? It was hard to tell given his stoic nature, but his words carried an surreal intent few knew about. Regardless; the man with the pot, Ichi, moved towards the center of the room. He began a string of seals while the other let his eyes wander across the room. It was around this time that each torch, once hidden under the darkness, suddenly came to life. Fire? Hmm...

Ichi's hands slapped together just as the last torch came to. "Okay...bring her out." In a few moments, The One With the Legendary Blade would come forth, her essence sliding out from the pot like a spirit before coming together as one. Her body would have no strength or energy, but as she returned to consciousness, she'd find the image of two orange haired men, robed, looking down on her.

They said nothing.

No. They would certainly not.

The ball of pure energy that beast would shoot out did indeed manage to..."threaten" those around, shimmering a strange brightness that was quickly swallowed by a depressing descent into darkness. It was cold, it was fleeting; but before any real harm could take place, the sphere of darkness above would consume it all. It would take all of the monkey's power, as well whatever pathetic excuses for attacks those around the Yonbi let forth. It would even take them.

"...now." His voice, cold, strayed off, though he retained his previous stance as he did so - right arm outstretched, palm open with all fingers spread open, and his gaze burning a hole in the middle of the Yonbi. No reaction came from his comment at first, leaving those around who'd be privy enough to hear his words bask it in confusion; however, as the bald man began to take life through definite motion, it'd be clear whom he had spoken to.

His plump, large frame moved with surprising grace, grasping the large pot with monstrous ease and darting to the side of the unarmed man within the blink of an eye. The item would then be set down a few feet to his left. As all this took place, the power that once loomed death onto the field would now begone, a once round, dark sphere of hate and destruction now stripped away, globs at a time, as if it were liquid being poured into the mouths of all Gods in the heavens. Astonishing.

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The Yonbi let out the last of its rage before exhaustion and the power of God took it over, but even then, the bijuu-dama would not be the only thing taken. No...the power of the orange haired man's attack would now truly be measured by the wrath it invoked on all those unfortunate enough to be nearby. Trees were uprooted. Boulders were flung. Bodies of water lifted away from their home. And throughout all this, all mere mortals would curse the skies above as well, their essence taken like paper in wind. The earth...it ROARED in pain.

"I told them to 'get back', didn't I brother...?"

Once again a question would be directed to another without its sender feeling so much as the need to acknowledge the receiver; and keeping along with the broody theme, the plump brother only nodded. They were both enthralled by the scene, but not by what was going on. No; it was by what they had seen, and worst of all, by what they were planning. The unarmed man would let his left arm rise now, and with an apparent show of effort, placed more energy into his creation.

"Take them as well." His tone was sharp now as his arms came to life. Like a master composer and concert master he'd let his arms translate the mood and reality of the situation, fluid movements masterfully demonstrating his unimaginable skill and power. Rather than remaining outstretched, both palms faced Gaia now, and with a rapid flick of the wrist, would come down at the same time - coincidentally, everything in the sky that was sucked into the ball stopped in midair as well.

They were all floating now - the unconscious Son Goku and his last remaining energy; the Kunoichi with the Legendary Blade; the Wanderer; the Crow King; the One With Cursed Eyes; the Brave One; the Child of Lava.

All of them, on the orange haired man's command of "ORA!" would be taken, sucked in under the guidance of the plump man's energy towards the pot which had previously saved them. That is, within seconds, these entities would be taken, no questions asked, and sealed away. Their essences would move through the air at frightening speeds, to the point they morphed into inhuman shapes. They were no longer in control; they would soon face only darkness.

The cover, seemingly on its own, shot up from the side and slammed down on the pot, finalizing the containment. Once done, the owner of such terror dropped both hands, and as he did so, the darkness in the sky would begin to fade away. All of it, at once, would drop.

It was over - "...shall we?"