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Personality

Referred to as a "monster" by the Indian heroes, he was willing to risk the destruction of the city his daughter lived in in exchange for a chance of destroying Behemoth. He could have saved his wife using his power, but allowed her to remain dead because it ensured a supervillain would remain dead.

Appearance

When Weaver first saw him, he was disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, his skin was pale and his beard and hair were bedraggled, but reasonably handsome, and in his mid thirties. His costume was opulent and clean; an indigo robe, a gold chain with a sapphire set in it, a gold chain for a belt and a gold sash.

Abilities and Powers

Phir Sē has the ability to make doorways back in time a few minutes. He can use this power to circulate light for long periods of time, to create weapons strong enough to blast through Behemoth.<ref name="24.5">Crushed 24.5</ref>

History

Was once an idealistic person that was left cynical from a long life fighting stupidity, shortsightedness among people and "heroes".

Weaver convinced him to wait for her to set up a more fortuitous situation for her to use one of his most devastating inventions.

Later, Turanta mentions his death in conclusion of the encounter with Behemoth,<ref name="25.5">Scarab 25.5</ref>

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 ==Abilities and Powers==
-Phir Sē has the ability to make doorways back in time a few minutes. He can use this power to circulate light for long periods of time, to create weapons strong enough to blast through Behemoth.
+Phir Sē has the ability to make doorways back in time a few minutes. He can use this power to circulate light for long periods of time, to create weapons strong enough to blast through Behemoth.<ref name="24.5">[[Crushed 24.5]]</ref>
 ==History==
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 Weaver convinced him to wait for her to set up a more fortuitous situation for her to use one of his most devastating inventions.
-Later, [[Turanta]] mentions his death in conclusion of the encounter with Behemoth,<ref name="25.5">[[Scarab 25.5]]</ref> <!--although it can be perceived as misdirection due to [[Thanda]] secretive nature and application of powers, similar to those of Phir Sē, during the [[battle against Khonsu]].-->
+Later, [[Turanta]] mentions his death in conclusion of the encounter with Behemoth,<ref name="25.5">[[Scarab 25.5]]</ref> <!--although it can be perceived as misdirection due to [[Thanda]] secretive nature and application of powers, similar to those of Phir Sē, during the [[battle against Khonsu]].
+Weaver, Particulate and Kismet finding Phir Sē:
+.3 said:
+We approached, and I could see a cape inside, or a parahuman, if ‘cape’ applied. He was disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, his skin pale, his beard and hair bedraggled. His clothing, by contrast, was opulent, clean: a rich indigo robe, a sapphire set in a gold chain, a gold chain for a belt, and a golden sash.
+And above him, the energy. There were two golden discs, and something almost alive seemed to crackle between them.
+“It’s Phir Sē,” Kismet said, backing away.
+“The glowing thing in the air or the person?” I asked.
+“The person.”
+“Who’s Phir See?” I asked.
+“Sē. He’s one of the reasons the American girl’s PRT can exist,” Kismet said. “When they talk about disbanding it, the PRT only reminds them that monsters like this lurk elsewhere.”
+Kismet and Phir Sē talking about Phir Sē's powers:
+.3 said:
+“He makes portals,” Kismet said. “Using them, he can send things back in time. Something goes in portal B, comes out of portal A a few minutes earlier. Or the other way around.”
+“Or, as I discover, I make loop,” Phir Sē said. “Weaponize. Simple light, captured in one moment, redoubled many times over. I move gate, and that light will pour forth and clean.”
+Phir Sē can walk through minutes:
+.4 said:
+“I have done it, Weaver,” Phir Sē told me. “My wife, my sons, years ago. A similar problem on a smaller scale. I can walk through minutes, I could have walked back to save them, but I let them die because it meant a monster would remain gone. What merit is a gamble, a sacrifice, if you stake things that matter nothing to you?”
+Phir Sē talking about his time bomb:
+.3 said:
+“A weapon,” he said. “A… how do you Americans say it? Time bomb? Only this is joke.”
+“He makes portals,” Kismet said. “Using them, he can send things back in time. Something goes in portal B, comes out of portal A a few minutes earlier. Or the other way around.”
+“Or, as I discover, I make loop,” Phir Sē said. “Weaponize. Simple light, captured in one moment, redoubled many times over. I move gate, and that light will pour forth and clean.”
+I could remember what Particulate had said. More energy than Behemoth had created since arriving in this city. Only this would be directed at a single target.
+“Clean isn’t the word you want,” I said. “Scour?”
+“Scour,” Phir Sē said, he inclined his head again. “I thank you.”
+“Behemoth wants his hands on it,” I said. “On that energy.”
+“I want this on Behemoth. Do great harm. Even kill.”
+“Shit,” Kismet said. He backed away a step. “This is-”
+“Stay,” Phir Sē said. His voice was quiet, but it was clear he expected to be heeded.
+...
+“You want to hit Behemoth with this… time bomb,” I said. “But… I think that’s what he wants. He’s holding back. My thinker friend, she said so. He’s taking more hits than he should, and I’m just now realizing he might be doing it because he wants to be ready for when you hit him with this. He’ll push it out into the ground, or into the air.”
+“Yes. This is likely,” Phir Sē said. “This is what he may want. I hoped for the Second or Third. This will have to do.”
+“They’ve tried this stuff before,” I said. “Nukes, gigantic railguns, tricks with teleportation and portals. It doesn’t work. You won’t do anything except get a lot of people killed as collateral damage.”
+“We time this. Strategic,” Phir Sēsaid, calm, as if he were talking to a panicked animal. “Come. Step in.”
+Right, I thought. Approach the temporal bomb.
+...
+“We watch the First,” Phir Sē said. “He let his guard down, I strike.”
+“I’ve seen an Endbringer fool another brilliant man who thought he had a surefire way to win,” I said. “They’re cleverer than we think. What if Behemoth fools you?”
+“Then New Delhi pay for my mistake,” Phir Sē answered me. “I have daughter there. She join bright heroes, popular ones. She pay for my mistake, if she still lives. I live, down here, spend life mourning.”
+He looked genuinely upset at the idea.
+“You want to win?” I asked. “You take that thing, aim it for the sky. Deplete it, so Behemoth’s entire goal for coming here is gone.”
+“Is a chance,” Phir Sē told me. “To strike them harder than anything yet. You tell me, is that not worth it?”
+“Worth risking this city? Your daughter? The lives of the heroes here?”
+“Yes. Is worth.”
+“No,” I retorted.
+...
+“I tell you because you are ruthless, Weaver. Do not stop me,” he said. “I die, focus waver, time bomb explode. Aimless, no direction.”
+“Indiscriminate,” I supplied a better word.
+“Indiscriminate,” Phir Sē echoed me. “India gone. You die, even down here.”
+I raised my head, staring up at the two golden discs and the current that seemed to run between them. I would have thought it would be brighter.
+“Hero fall. We wait,” he said. “When fight cannot be won, I strike.”
+Phir Sē's time bomb hitting Behemoth:
+.4 said:
+“Now,” my bugs told Phir Sē, as the field surrounded the Endbringer, a forcefield, extending into the Earth, surrounding Behemoth on all sides, a cylinder.
+Phir Sē’s portal opened beneath Behemoth’s feet, aimed upward, and a plume of light speared into the sky, consuming Behemoth, covering him.
+Eidolon’s power held. He’d had the situation explained, had been given time to let his power build up to full strength, and his passenger had supplied something with a durability on par with Clockblocker’s ability. Inviolable.
+“That’ll do,” Imp said, quiet. The light continued to flow upward, a narrow column no more than fifty feet across, billowing out only slightly as it reached the top of Eidolon’s barrier, parting smoke and clouds in a circular ring, revealing the intensely blue sky above. The entire sky seemed to brighten as the light dissipated beyond our atmosphere.
+Phir Sē’s light faded, and the barrier collapsed.
+Dust continued to fill the area, plumes of it.
+Behemoth lurched forward.
+Not quite Behemoth, but a skeleton, something like a skeleton. Emaciated, a black-red frame dripping with ichor, it had all of the key features, the basic underlying structure with the horns and the gaping mouth, the claws and the way the shoulders were broad enough to host his bulky frame, but a good eighty percent of him had been torn away, shredded. A skeleton covered in a veneer of meat.
+“Go,” I whispered, feeling a quiet despair. “Go home. Go underground. Leave. We hurt you as badly as we’ve ever hurt you bastards. That’s enough.”
+He reached out, and lightning reached across the landscape, striking Golem’s metal hands, into the grounding wires I’d rigged. The hands melted with the intensity of the strikes.
+Behemoth wasn’t any weaker than he had been. Not in terms of what he could dish out. As much as he was wounded, he was healing. Even from where we stood, I could see him healing, flesh expanding, swelling, regenerating.
+The Endbringer lurched forward on three intact limbs, starting to glow with that radioactive light of his. He was ignoring or ignorant to Eidolon’s escape, as the ‘hero’ carried Rachel away, the dogs following on the ground.
+He was continuing to make his way towards Phir Sē, who had formed another portal, was gathering power for a second strike.
+“Retreat,” I said, only to realize I wasn’t loud enough for anyone but Imp to hear. I raised my voice for the others. “Go! Retreat and regroup!”
+Phir Sē let his wife and sons die to kill a monster:
+.4 said:
+We’d started talking at the same time. He talked over me, half of his attention on the screens. “I will take this gamble and perhaps kill those people in the process. I will kill those people who can make me smile and feel more human than I am, I will grieve their deaths, and then I will take that gamble again. Because one city, however grand, is worth that chance.”
+I thought of doing that, of rolling the dice like that, with my father, with the people in my territory. “Easier to say than do.”
+“I have done it, Weaver,” Phir Sē told me. “My wife, my sons, years ago. A similar problem on a smaller scale. I can walk through minutes, I could have walked back to save them, but I let them die because it meant a monster would remain gone. What merit is a gamble, a sacrifice, if you stake things that matter nothing to you?”
+I stared at him. He was young, no older than thirty-five, but the lines of his face, the slumped posture, the slowness with which he moved… they spoke of a horrendous exhaustion.
+-->
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