One Last Meeting

The cloaked man faded into existence within the space between worlds, totally corporeal this time. There was no definitive reasoning for this, but it was probably because the space between worlds didn't drain him quite so much to maintain his form. Being that that was the case, he could appear corporeal here, but he still gave off no energy signature or presence since he'd learned to control doing that over a very long period of time.

Once he was fully materialized, the man pushed his tattered and war-torn cloak to the side, just enough for him to unsheathe his ornate and intricate hand cannon from it's thigh holster and point it up towards the sky. He let a pulse of his energy flux and bend the space and time around him, alerting any and all familiar with his energy know that he was here. and fired a flare into the sky. To all the people of the Veritas, outside the space between worlds, if they could see the sky outside of any buildings they may have been in, whether it was night or day, they would bare witness to a spectacular display of shimmering lights of a variety of colors, like fireworks on the fourth of July.

(His revolver)

A parting gift and a promise to return once the Cosmos were balanced and safe for transport. This old forgotten hero to the world never let home leave his heart, and allowed it to guide his hand against evil.

"Well when the universe chooses you to keep her cosmic scale balanced. You either rise to the challenge with gusto and become a legend, or become just another footnote in history." Aeragon lowered his revolver, sheathing it back on his thigh before opening only a part of his helmet so that his face could be seen. Contrary to how he'd been acting before, he didn't have to take the entire thing off to reveal his face, but he didn't think his daughter would believe him if she didn't see the hair as well.

"I guess we finally got where we really wanted to be, huh, old friend? My younger half in the lost world didn't bother yours too much did he?" Aeragon, The Forgotten One, chatting casual with the almighty Judgemaster, who would have thought the day would come.

Aeragon chuckled, if only a little bit, scratching at the back of his helmet as he was prone to do when confronted with statements of fact. Koudo Tamura was an... anomaly, even to Aeragon himself. While it sounded, with the way Aeragon talked, as if Koudo would grow and become Aeragon, it wasn't a fact that was set in stone. Their shared powers were what made them beings capable of existing as two separate people and continue to do so, even if they came face to face or fist to fist, without paradox. In a way, like all of his other friends, Koudo could eventually become a timeless entity as well. Just one that would be chosen to patrol the multiverse and keep her as balanced any one man could. Or, he could remain as he is and die somewhere and let it be the end.

He folded his arms and shook his head, "Well, say what you want about the lost world, it breeds heroes. Lots of fucking selfish villains, but respectable heroes." It was never Vescrutia's intention to become what she did, but the visions and unhealthy flow of willpower adopted by her populace force her to follow what they thought she should be. If Vescrutia had remained uninhabited, or the second turn would have never taken place --and Aeragon had seen universe where this had occurred-- Vescrutia would have been a more fruitful and worthwhile world to live on. This realm of dreams, created to foster creativity and adventure, would have been able to thrive there wholeheartedly. He'd seen universes like that as well.

"In any case, I only came now to see my children. I felt my son waking up and... that's not a good thing. If you thought Koudo was trouble, wait until you see Jaehaerys. Yikes."

Over his time as this cosmic multiversal hero, Aeragon had come to know and understand a lot about the Tensei and their family structure. He wouldn't presume to think that he was an expert on them, he could barely visit their world, but he understood enough to know what the Judgemaster was trying to say to him without explicitly explaining the dynamic ins and outs of her family. In a way, Aeragon could relate. While he could visit either of his children, he could not interfere too much with their development. He'd broken a small bit of this commandment he'd put on himself by pushing Tama towards her full potential, but she needed it since Jaehaerys had realized his full potential centuries ago and was growing at a rate that hadn't been seen since, well, Aeragon was that age. His mastery over his abilities of the Soul were unbelievable.

Aeragon smirked, pushing his flowing cloak behind him before folding his arms again. "Oh, is Miss Judgemaster trying to capitalize on knowing this old forgotten cosmic hero hasn't seen a woman in a few millenniums and trying to finally get her shot at him?" He only joked with her, of course, but there were times where Aeragon could admit he cursed the decisions he'd made in his youth. Still, if he hadn't of made them, then he probably wouldn't be where he was today.

Aeragon took a more serious face now, "I saw that he already began moving, but I'm unsure of where hes headed. I visited his sister, in hopes I could get her somewhere safe, so she could get out of her evolutionary funk and grow to the role she needs to take against him. I only hope Jaehaerys hasn't keyed into her signature, and noticed her existence yet."

"I suspected, even without meeting you here, your lower selves would be drawn to him. He is my son, after all. They won't like him though, unless you secretly liked my arrogance and when I threw my power around without restraint. Your other cousin rejected me, by the way." Aeragon sighed, raising a hand to stroke his chin. He loved both of his children, but he didn't like Jaehaerys nearly as much as he did Tama. It was the reason as to way he physically visited her, even though it strained him so, and only watched Jaehaerys from afar. The boy didn't need to see him, but the girl needed to know that he was always with her and had always loved her. He didn't want her to turn out like he had when his mother withheld herself from him, and his father disappeared.

He closed his eyes and held his hands up with a huge smile and a hearty laugh, "But I'll leave it to play out as it will. We side characters have to let the young'un write their own destiny." He figured this was a sentiment that the almighty Judgemaster could agree with him on.

He formed a symbol with his hands, a derivative of common Ninjutsu hand seals that formed techniques with a cosmic level scale of power, and surge of energy flowed out of this form and out of the space between worlds and up to the cosmos. "How about a cup of coffee, your place, then you can see if I've changed. I still got the coat and pants you liked seeing me in."