Intraspace -- The "Suicide Notes" finale!

[jla_villains]

Ray Palmer's been freed, but the Justice League and their allies are now faced with both a dying and homicidal Enchantress, and a Chronos from somewhere further in the future that seems Hell bent on trapping everyone where they are in order to prevent some future event -- training his first sneak attack on the Cosmic Treadmill that helped bring

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[mrs_dibny]

Okay this all has gone to some level of Chinese Hell. Maybe someone will be nice enough to tell her which level when this is dealt with and before the next world melting crisis.

"Watchtower to all available teams! Looking for people who can manipulate time, speed and/or magic for immediate assist!"

Damn thing about time travel stuff though? It might be too late the moment you arrived.

[reducing_ray]

Hey. The communication network seems to be working again!

Ryan Choi's voice crackles across the network.

"Mrs. Dibny? Ryan Choi. We're looking at an Omega Event situation here."

He doesn't come right and ask for help. But there's a tinge of desperation in his voice.

[jla_villains]

It starts with his thin, straggly hair and with his fingertips ... the organic compounds of his boddy slowly begin dissolving ... tranforming to energy ...

Chronos' skin convulses, his eyes roll back into the skull.

Steam begins to seep from his mouth and ears.

[reducing_ray]

Ray's eyes fix on the disintegrating Chronos with cold fascination.

"Ronnie," he says cautiously, then glances at Joto, who's starting to come to ... "Isaiah. I need you boys to contain this explosion."

There's a tinge of fear on his voice as he says it. Just a tinge.

"You two can instinctively sense subatomic particles. Manipulate them. I need you to reach further than you ever have before and dissipate the chronoton's slowly."

[jla_extras]

"I hope you know what you're talking about, Ray. You usually do, but.."

He shrugs slightly, and sets to work, focusing his efforts on Chronos.

[reducing_ray]

"Just focus, Ronnie. You can do this."

Ray's mind races: There's no matter in this dimension ... not as such ... but Firestorm's abilities ... the ability to transform and manipulate inorganic matter ... seem to be transliterating. Meaning he should be able to manipualte the fundamental particles that make up this dimension."

Under his breath, though, he just whispers.

I have faith in you.

[reducing_ray]

Joto ... weakened from his injuries ... extends his hand and tries to aggitate the particles like he would normally do to create heat.

"Is ... is this right."

[reducing_ray]

"You've go it, Isaiah. We want a gentle acceleration. Too fast and ..."

[reducing_ray]

"Right ... got it ... easy does it ..."

[mrs_dibny]

"No Ralph, not happening! Go for the blue one!" The problem with time displacement, it's the little things that go first, like what color is used on the insulation on the wires. The only thing saving their communication lines is Ralph's memory about what it looked like a split second ago.

"Watchtower confirm, guys. Help's coming!"