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=THE CONSTANT, ROJY=
PROVIDENCE'S FORMER MOLLUG BASE

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Solirus Solirus (Rojy) Juju Juju (Rat Nemu Sir Rät)​

Lawful. The Constant relaxed further into the cold seat. “Thank you, my friend. I had hoped to arrive here under the guise of a lowly messenger, but I’d forgotten about the facility’s rather unnecessary message.” His left hand moved from his blade’s handle to on the desk, rattling his fingers as he spoke.

“Seeing as you’ve holed yourself in this place for well over two weeks, I suppose you have taken an… interest in our affairs.” He pulled something from his coat, glinting from what light shone on the item. It was the sleek, simplistic logo of an eagle, forged of smooth, refined metal. He held it out to Rojy. "Our company acts as Valucia's divine Providence. Our job is to sway things into more favorable outcomes.”

Rojy leaned his head to the side, placing his elbow on his leg and rest his head on it, “Well, if I’m being honest here, I stumbled to this place with no idea what it was, it was threatening so I struck back… and since this place felt very homey, I stayed, you overestimate how much I can get done in 2 weeks.” Rojy sat straight leaning his arm back, “... Favorable outcomes for who?” Rojy asked, becoming more interested in what the man was saying.

The Constant encased the pin in his fist. “For the world, our operatives, and the families who run Providence: my direct superiors. The Partners. All they want to do is maintain world order all while expanding their own behind-the-curtain influence.” As he spoke, the Constant shot a short glance to the side. Rats in the vents? “If this place feels homey, you’re going to find our other facilities much more comfortable. There are factories with ten times the advancements of this one. Factories that will accomodate all of your wants and your goals. Everything that will allow to complete His task.” He nodded to Rojy’s Mark of SIN. “Now, there’s no feasible way you’re getting to them, and the Partners don’t want you as an operative anytime soon.”

He readied three pictures from his coat. “And now we come to why I am talking with you. My offer.” He laid each slip of paper on the table, each showing one person. One was a noblewoman of greyed, blonde hair and adorned in Nortestra’s signature red color. Another was a dark-skinned man, wiry and wrinkled throughout; he bore desert clothes of Basin. The last was a tall, white-haired man with a monocle and a well-kempt black suit; the left side of his face was replaced by black steel with emanating green lights dotting the machinery. “Do you recognize any of them?”

Rojy returned his arm back putting his hands together and resting his chin on it, he was carefully thinking of what the man had just said, “... No, I do not recognize any of these individuals.” Rojy responded, staring at the pictures.

‘Of course not,’ he mouthed. “Julianna Blackburn of Nortestra. Royce McAllister of Xact. Abdul Hameed el-Mostafa of Basin. The Partners who have gone complacent and lost all ambition for more and—” abandoned me for nothing. The Constant’s stoic demeanor faltered slightly to frustration while spitting the last sentence. Calm. Breathe. Inhale, exhale. “These people are the keys to Providence; the true ones in control. I know of your familiarity with high-technology like the ones in this facility. By knocking these three families off the board, you benefit. You gain the same firepower that was used to establish world dominance 200 years ago. Everything will be easygoing for you. But for that to happen, only I can give you the start you need.”

The Constant un-crossed his legs, staring sternly to the side. “You help me, I help you. You topple the incorrect scions of a global empire, I handle their assets from there. We become the Partners. Everything will be as it should be.” He grabbed the handle of his blade, but didn’t move any further.

Rojy paused again, almost staring at nothing, for a while he didn’t respond before finally laying his arms down, “you’re ambitious, I respect that, however I will need you to answer me some questions: Firstly, why me, there are tons more summoned out there twice or thrice as deadly as me. Secondly, what kind of firepower are we talking about? And finally… what if I decline?” Rojy asked, not bothering to look at the blade the constant was grabbing.

The Constant rose from his seat, walking closer to and along the wall he was staring daggers into. “I know how summoned work; who to look out for, who to trust, and who will exceed later on. You’re more perceptive than most—your Chaotic side being a fine exception, albeit having his own limits rather than the other summoned I’m aware of. By itself, power is just blood-fueled gauntlets that rarely ever leave a mark on history, and knowledge would just be ivory-plated academics. Combined, they shape the world and create a providence for it.” He stopped in front of a particular spot in the wall, holding still for a few seconds. “Technology that this part of the world has never fathomed before. Anti-matter, cold fusion; those are just the basics for what Providence’s scientists have yet to churn out.”

He quietly withdrew the blade from its sheath, darting his eyes along the wall. “Should you decline,” he struck, cutting straight through the smooth, white metal wall and into the connected vent, “then there is little I can do about the onslaught that the Partners will send your way. You’ve already showed them a number of weaknesses, after all.” He pulled the blade out, though it was stainless. “And my apologies. I despise rats.”

Rojy looked at the constant, a grin trying to form in his face but being unable to, “No need to apologize, this is your property in the end, I simply borrowed it… as for the answers.” Rojy stopping making eye contact with the constant, “I’ll decline for now, however I might have differing opinions in the future, so if you ever want to try again in the future, you should have no problem.” Rojy moved his chair away from the door of the room and extended one of his arms pointing directly at the door, “You may leave now, I’m sure you’re a very busy man so I’ll no longer waste your time.” Rojy said, with a warm and pleasant smile across his face.

The Constant sheathed his blade. The prominent, unfazed smile that always plastered his face had morphed into a stern frown. He sighed through his nose, and the usual smile returned. “So be it. I have other candidates.” With that, he moved towards the door.

“Then I wish nothing but the best of luck,” Rojy continued. He didn’t move a single bit and remained there like a statue.
 
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Bai Ling
Martyr Training Stronghold
Pt. 1

Bai Ling hit the ground, face first, into the wet mud just as thunder sounded. It didn’t help that the thunderstorm and the slippery terrain made it much more difficult to fight.

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On your feet, trainee.” The drill instructor shouted to be heard above the droning sound of rain and the frequent crackle of thunder. Bai had expected the Martyr training to be difficult. Especially, after hearing so many stories about how intimidating they were. They were efficient and effective. But this training was merciless and brutal. Especially, once Yvette arrived. The first Martyr. No one knew her age but she held much experience. Every couple of times a year the woman would show up to the Martyr training stronghold and give the trainees an intense drilling period. It lasted three weeks but felt like a lifetime.

Bai had prior training that seemed to come forth on instinct and Yvette had taken interest in the Summoned. Of course, catching the eye of a drilling instructor is often the exact opposite of flattery. It only means you have a target painted on your back. Every misstep will be criticized and corrected. Every mistake, punished. The other trainees assured, Bai, that it would pay off in the long run. Whenever Yvette took an interest in someone it was because she saw potential. Sure, it sounded promising in words but as Bai squirmed to rise to her feet she didn’t find that bit of gossip motivating. To her, it was being singled out because she was a Summoned.

Bai finally was back to her feet, standing, and faced her chosen opponent. Beatrix Dixon. A trainee, as well, but also the best hand-to-hand combatant in Bai’s flock of trainees. She was also a new breed of Martyr. A “Second Generation Martyr,” they were called. So far there were three. Each specializing in a different area. And Beatrix was apparently a new type of Vanguard. And judging by the strength of her attacks, a powerhouse.

AGAIN!” Yvette called out and both trainees took a stance. Measuring each other up before going in. Beatrix was not only incredibly strong but she was fast as well. That was what caught Bai off guard before.

A flash of lightning and Beatrix dashed forward. Even with the uneven and slippery ground her movements were quick and precise. She charged Bai head on with a roundhouse kick. Bai readied to block the attack but it was yet another mistake. The force of the block completely shattered the Summoned’s defense and sent her sprawling back to the ground. Bai didn’t know if the sound of the blow came from the attack or if it’s source was the thunder overhead.

All of the other trainee Martyrs were gathered, forming a large circle around the two opponents and Yvette, who hovered around its edge. At every attack Bai met gasps. They only knew too well of Beatrix’s abilities. The fact that her opponents often left the circle on a gurney.

Up!” A voice sounded and Bai was quickly back on her feet. She let out a breath. Luckily, the blow didn’t result in anything more than a bruise on Bai’s bicep, where it was blocked.

Again!” Once again Beatrix moved in quickly. She was aggressive. Not wanting her opponent to collect themselves. In the next moment Beatrix was coming in with a superman punch. Bai decided to meet the attack and dodged inward towards Trixie’s open side and threw an elbow at the side of the Martyr’s head. Her hand came up just in time to deflect most of the blow but the force still knocked her off balance. Beatrix still managed to land on her feet, albeit sloppily.

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Not a moment later she came in with a body kick. Bai quickly stepped to the side and caught the leg. In the next instant the woman thrust Beatrix’s leg back down putting her off balance. Before she realized it her opponent came in with a fully chambered hook. The blow landed clean, on Beatrix’s cheek and the blow sent her colliding with the ground. Gasps sounded all around and even Yvette was hesitant before telling the girl to stand back up. It was the first blow Bai landed on her and the Summoned could tell its force was as much a surprise to Beatrix as the first attack of the fight was.

Trixie was quickly back to her feet and came at Bai with a flurry of several punches. The woman dodged one before counter attacking with a side kick just as another punch was coming. Bai landed the kick clean while she deflected the punch with her arms. The attack didn’t do much damage itself but annoyed the attacker.

Beatrix went for a straight punch but Bai threw out a front kick first. The longer range move landing and sending the champion flying back. This time there was a brief applause from the crowd. No one had ever really landed an attack on Beatrix before, let alone knock her down.

This time the Martyr was up before Yvette said a word and was rushing Bai again. This time was met head on. Each attack was deflected instead of blocked and each deflect brought on a counter attack. Bai Ling landed blow after blow with punches that transitioned into elbows mid strike and kicks that turned into knees.

Beatrix threw out a rising kick but Bai blocked it, head on. The champion was exhausted through all of her large movements. Another side kick was thrown out and Bai quickly stepped on the inside of the kick and landed a solid elbow strike to the side of Trixie’s head. This time it wasn’t blocked and the girl was knocked to the ground and didn’t show any signs of movement.

There were more gasps and Yvette looked towards the raised and covered stands where many authoritative figures watched, intently, from cover of the rain. Quentin gave a satisfied grin and started clapping. The applause spread among the other spectators, even as the medical team rushed to carry Beatrix off the field. One of them was another one of the Second Generation Martyr’s as well. Her white hair, even under her rain cloak, was a giveaway. Not to mention her eyes seemed to glow a faint yellow in the overcast weather.

“It seems we have a new champion.” Yvette called out. Bai couldn’t tell if the woman was pleased or disappointed. Her features were always devoid emotion. But Bai didn’t need her approval. She had just defeated one of the Martyr’s best in hand-to-hand.

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Quentin was extremely satisfied with the results. At first he was worried. His job wasn't without stress. Hence his habit of smoking. It was something to help take that edge off.

He had heard of some Summoned being...weaker than the others. And at first he thought Bai was one of them. Many Summoned seemed to be all powerful but once their powers were removed they were nothing but fodder, at that point. And that’s why this combat training was necessary. Not only did The Martyrs have to be proficient in their abilities but they had to be ruthless combatants. Once The Order finished their big project taking out powerful Summoned would be a possibility. Any creature that hid behind their power would be leveled to an even playing field.

Quentin beamed as Yvette exited the bathroom, drying her hair, in nothing but a towel.

So, what did you think?” Quentin asked. If Yvette was surprised to find the man waiting in her private quarters after she exited her shower, she didn’t show it. Then again, she rarely showed much of anything in terms of emotion but Quentin had made it a sort of game to see if he could ever catch, even, the smallest hint of some sort of reaction from her. It's a good thing it was a game only he knew of because it was one he lost quite a lot. “Of the Summoned. She performed much better without access to her abilities, than we thought.”

Than you thought.” Yvette said as she walked over to a closet and opened it. “It does make things much easier for us since she can not only fight, but fight well. We don’t have to go, completely, to square one.” Quentin nodded as his bodyguard picked out a dress and laid it on her bed. She then glared at Quentin for a moment before it sank in, for him, as to why. He then quickly spun around and stared out the open window as he blew out smoke into the air. The rain still came down fiercely but there was a covering above the window to keep the water from drizzling in.

From our earlier experiments, it seems Bai Ling’s abilities are copying others' powers. So far it only seems to be one at a time but even then she seems to fit in perfectly with the Martyrs in terms of strength and speed. It must be a gift from The Divine. It’s too perfect.” There was a tap on his shoulder as Quentin turned to see Yvette wanting him to zip up the back of her gown.

We will put her with the Second Generation Martyrs. She should fit in perfectly with their squad. Her combat ability is already on par, if not better, than their vanguard. And if she can copy their abilities then even better.” After Quentin was finished, Yvette looked herself over in a standing mirror. She rarely wore dresses or gowns and when she did Quentin never could suppress his look of amazement at how beautiful she was. If not for the scar here and there she would easily pass for one of the most beautiful women he’d have ever met. Save for Cassandra of course.

Then I guess it’s off to see the Emperor to tell of the good news? It seems we were wise to put our trust in Nathaniel. He not only allied Xact with Summoned but one of them is a goddess and wears our emblems.

Not to mention the fact that a certain former princess was brought back as well. Yes, we have much to discuss with the Emperor about what the future holds. May The Divine continue His blessings.” Yvette said and the two exited the room to make their way towards Xact’s capital.
 
=Basin & Providence=
Created by:Me & StaidFoal StaidFoal
Crocodile, Rosalina, Nadia, Ajax
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The giant fish tank behind him made swishing sounds, a music player was going off playing music similar to jazz.The giant office looked like it was starting to fog up due to the over excessive amount of cigars being smoked in the room with all doors closed. Burning out his most recent cigar in the small ash tray. Ringing could be heard from the desk behind him. The man had the biggest smirk on his face. Reaching for the top right drawer next to him he pulled out another cigar. If anyone were to look in the drawer they'd be shocked by the endless collection. The entire right side drawers were filled with loads of cigars. Now shifting his reach towards his lighter he sparked the giant cigar up before turning to the ringing.The man placed his hand on the ringing snailphone. Picking it up slowly placing it up to his ear.

The snail cleared its throat before speaking exactly what the person on the other line was saying. "It's Mr. Cobra, it's all done."

"GA AH AH AH AH AH!! Perfect. I'll see to it you receive a letter. Dismissed."

"Copy." The phone was hung up on Mr. Corba's end. Placing the phone back on the snail's shell he took a few puffs from the cigar.

"Mrs. Rosa."

A woman in a royal rose dress emerged from the shadows she was standing against the wall. She wore a beautiful rose dress, a red fedora with a rose on the side of it and a feather that stuck out to the back of the hat. She laid her left elbow on her right hand, while laying her cheek in the palm of her left hand. She had a evil look in her eyes as she had a devil look in her smile.

"Yes Mr. Allday."

With the cigar being held on the side of his mouth, "Prepare a messanger hawkra to Mr. Cobra. Give him his next assignment."

"As you wish." She said about to turn and walk off.

"Have Mrs. Holiday and Mr. Copy reported back yet?"

"Yes sir. They said they're proceeding with operation shutdown, leaving the intel phase."

He rolled his chair around to face the woman before laying his shoulders on the table and holding his hands together cracking his knuckles. Taking another puff off of his cigar that was still on the side of his mouth. "Good. How about the two."

"Shareen, and Michael? I sent out a response letter to them, they're current location they said is at a providence base located in Gaia. Nothing have been brought up about the ancient relics."

"I see... Any word from them on a main base?"

"They said there was word spread around of an underwater Hidden base, but it's location is still unknown to the lower ranks. I've sent some Millions to scout and hopefully find the "Floating Island" and discover its location."

"Those Providence, I know they're hiding more from me then what they present in these meetings and I will uncover it. GA AH AH AH AH AH AH!!!" The man laughed with his mouth wide open showing off her pearly white teeth.

Mr. Allday looked up to a giant clock to the left of the room that was above a beautiful fire place with gargoyle pillars on both sides standing at the same height of the flames. The top of the fire place had a crocodile statue.

"It's almost time for my meeting with Providence, you're dismissed. Good job Mrs. Rosa." He smirked at the woman who bowed in response and walked up the massive stairway leaving the office. The man who went by the name of Mr. Allday in his company reached to the top left drawer with his hook and using his right hand to grab a device that'll show his hologram for the meeting, it'll beep when ready for use. Once it was right on the time for the meeting the device beeped as he tapped the side of it activating a light that scanned him. Placing it on his desk in front of him angling the scanning device tilting upward to get a good scan. Some camera's slid down from the ceiling activating and proping up everyone in the meeting's hologram.

The man's hologram would appear in the meeting, sitting in a empty spot. The holograms that came from the ceiling's cameras gave an entire hologram of the meeting room as if he was sitting amongst them.

"Greetings gentlemen."

Two already sat in the holographic meeting, turning their heads as if carefully observing Allday. One was a man dressed in a basic, black coat. The only notable features of his were the buzz haircut and the flowery cloth wrapped around his head. Between it and his eyes were many petals of red, orange, and blue. The other wore a black and gold dress that fell over her legs and barely scathed the floor. Her brown hair was kept back by wiry crown adorned in gold jewels. Her golden pupils shoned brightly, even as a hologram. In her left hand was a golden brooch, connected to a pocketwatch via chain; all of identical material.

"Mr. Allday, I presume," the Mollug woman began. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure. I am Nadia. He is Ajax." The two showed their Providence pins to him. "The Constant sent us to meet with you."

"Aye," Ajax affirmed. "So, let's jump right into business. You called us out for an important reason, I hope?"

"My pleasure." Crocodile sparked another cigar up stuffing it within his mouth. Clouds drifted upward showing through his hologram. Reaching his hand over, Crocodile grabbed the ash tray placing it infront of himself. Now leaning the other arm over to ash the cigar, he slowly stuffed it in the corner of his mouth. "I've called you today of information that can lead to our search." Clouds of smoke constantly floating upward from the burning cigar.

Closing his mouth inhaling the smoke, taking a big hit. Now exhaling it all out grabbing the cigar to ash it. He casually continued to smoke for a moment. "Through sources I've been given word of a possible sign. Something like an old saying, "The black stone that lays at the bottom of the desert ocean. May tell the story of our past.” Now what I'm getting is, this stone is refered to as a Magi Gryph. It's said that they are throughout the continent. Yet. In order for my operations I ask you lend me some "troops". Some that can help me with a project that I'm currently working on." He released a smirk, still smoking out of the cigar.

Nadia put a hand over her mouth as if to think, but Ajax could see the punchable grin plastered over her mouth. Letting out a silent huff, he pulled out a golden coin, putting it on his fist. Reluctantly, he flipped it over to her, cursing under his breath. Nadia swiped the coin from the air, sliding it into her pocket.

Nadia put a hand over her mouth as if to think, but Ajax could see the punchable grin plastered over her mouth. Letting out a silent huff, he pulled out a golden coin, putting it on his fist. Reluctantly, he flipped it over to her, cursing under his breath. Nadia swiped the coin from the air, sliding it into her pocket.

"A Magi Gryph?" she began. "Good. I was beginning to worry you were using your men for fruitless endeavors."

"AH AH AH AH AHA!!" Crocodile took another puff from his cigar before ashing it once again listening and watching the two providence members speak to him. He never truly trusted these people to begin with. Yet using some forces to back up his millions and special squad was the best chess piece to play.

Ajax turned from his grumbling, amused with a smirk. "Were you, now?"

"Maybe I was.. Maybe I wasn't. Isn't it all a gamble how this life thing goes?" Mr. Allday smirked taking another puff of his cigar.

"No," she immediately breathed. "You're smart, Mr. Allday. You're not the type of person to work behind your partner's backs." At this, she cracked a friendly smile at the man.

"Now, about your request," Ajax started. "Personally, I would like to know about this 'project' you want our men for before even considering an agreement. Lucky for you, our boss is very confident in our partnership, and he told us to not be so hard on you."

"Such details are still discrete even to myself. Divide and conquer is what I have to offer to you. Ajax I would recommend you change your tone. Some things about the sand that you patrol might get you killed." Mr. Allday smirked chuckling to himself, as well hitting another puff. "I hope to speak to your boss soon. We have lots to catch up on. Such small fry as yourselves isn't of my best interest."

"That means we will lend a dozen squads of our menial operatives to assist." She placed a disk in front of her, emanating another hologram of one squad. Each soldier was equipped with modern weaponry and jet-black armor fit with mechanical utilities. "They will do whatever you order them to. Useful tools, they are. All they want to do is shoot things."

"My, that was rude," Ajax chimed in.

She let off a yawn, nodding at him. "Yes, yes, it was."

"I see. When is the fastest they'll arrive?" Mr. Allday ashed his cigar, completely burning it out before sparking another one. "What is it you seek from the Elstones? I understand your mass presence in the world as our partnership spans a few years. Though one thing strikes me the most and that's what exactly you been plotting. I've Been laying cards on the table with no response. Now give this and make it clear. Tell head huncho over there in order for our partners to work smoothly, I declare another meeting with us two only." Releasing smoke from his mouth.

"Do not forget Ajax and Nadia, things between us can go south real quick you forget of the power i hold. Eh eh eh eh. I'm a pirate after all as well. We tend to bend rules. Especially ones that inherit the title "Sea King" such as thy self." He smirked pressing the botton as his hologram disappeared from the meeting and he sat back in his chair looking at the red head girl.

"Get me on the line with Ms. Princess And Mrs. Destroy."

"Sir." She walked over to grab the transponder gifted to them from providence. Walking over to Crocodile she prepared the call over to the two woman.

...

"He has quite the nerve to speak like that to two Providence Overseers," Nadia spat, reclining back in her chair.

Ajax snickered. "Wow, who would have thought, Nadia? Pirates don't give a rat's ass about positions!"
 
KEZ'ATHAL

"Brothers and sisters, soldiers of the Brotherhood," began Kez'Athal, stood before the majority of the Brotherhood's members at the center of their main camp. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dirt, illuminating the face of the general as he spoke. The alien stood, hands clasped behind the small of his back as he looked upon the faces of those stood before him. Not all of them stood here, as there never was a point in time where all of the Brotherhood was in one place at the same time. There always must be patrols, separate camps, backups, and backups upon backups. To play the game the Brotherhood played, no one could put all their troops in one spot, or else risk total annihilation at the hands of the enemy, should their hideout be discovered. This group of soldiers would be enough to hear this speech. He would give it again to a different bunch later, until all had heard.

"Our fight has only just begun, and it shall not be over for some time. Yet, it is a fight that must undertaken. I stand before you as a Summoned, yes. But unlike other Summoned, who proclaim themselves heroes and saviors, my motives are not merely the advancement of my own power, nor the pursuit of glory. My goal in this world is the goal of the Brotherhood, the security of this world and it's people, and the necessary battle against those Summoned who wish ill upon Valucia. I will fight alongside you for this goal, and I will die alongside you for this goal. That is the promise I gave to the soldiers who fought by my side in my own reality, and that is the promise I will keep to you, soldiers of the Brotherhood. I value each and every one of your lives as my own brothers and sisters, and we all fight together for one purpose, one goal. Freedom from oppression, whether that be native or foreign in origin. To that aim, I have tasked the few mages among us with the creation of new weapons, and over the past few weeks, they have diligently worked. The result of their impressive work, is this." Kez'athal turned, and retrieved from the table behind him, a new prototype Sharder. The weapon was crafted mostly of wood, save for the metal tube through which the projectiles would be launched, the mana catalyst at the weapon's core, and a small, clay pot attached to the side of the weapon, filled with water.

"The ice mages have different versions of this weapon already, ones that allow them to collect moisture in the air, freeze it within the weapon, and unleash death upon the enemy. However, not all of my brothers and sisters here are ice mages. To that effect, this weapon will freeze and shape water that is supplied to it by you, via this." Kez'Athal tapped the clay pot. "The pot is quite fragile however, and so we have ensured you may also attach your own water skin, should you need to." Kez'Athal demonstrated the attaching and detaching of the pot, before doing so similarly with a water skin. "The weapon, to be used, requires water, so if possible, fighting near a stream or other water supply is beneficial. Once water is supplied, the mana catalyst within will freeze a portion of it into an sharpened icicle, then, you are ready."

The general turned and raised the weapon, setting its wooden butt against his shoulder. The general raised a finger to the firing mechanism, a metal lever attached to the bottom of the weapon. He pulled it, and a shard of ice impacted the target across from him. Another pull, another icicle. Kez hit his target with five shards in the span of two seconds, before lowering the weapon and turning to face the audience. "This weapon is dangerous indeed, and based in design off my own Needler Rifle. With it, you can loose more projectiles faster than any archer, and do so accurately. However, the shards are not forceful enough to break through armor. For that purpose, we will continue to make use of crossbows. Against relatively unarmored opponents however, the Sharder is certainly lethal."

"We have twenty Sharders ready for your use, and you all will receive training on their use. We will emerge victorious in our struggle through wit and bravery, by overcoming our foes in technology and through strategy. In time, new and better weapons will be supplied to you, soldiers of the Brotherhood. Perhaps one day, you even shall wield that which I do." Kez dipped his head. "That is all. Your Captains will begin instruction with the Sharders."

TWO DAYS LATER
Kez'athal stepped forth from his command tent, moving towards the edge of the encampment. They'd been found by another Summoned, and such had worried the General. How had they been found so easily, and how had this one made it past the patrols? He would need to tighten up security, and do so fast.

The general's eyes moved to the three strangers, and immediately he began analyzing their equipment, trying to determine what technology they possessed as he approached. He recognized one as a Summoned, but the other two were strange to him. All three wore pins of a silver avian, and this would be kept in mind. An organization they belonged to, perhaps. The General stood across from them now, hands at his sides as he beheld them all through yellow, slitted eyes.

"Frostfire. It has been some time indeed. For what purpose have you come to speak with me?" inquired the general, looking over the trio. Frostfire looked... changed by some extent, some magic perhaps. Yet he admittedly did not know how, or why.

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-Sakujo Honomura-

The samurai blinked several times at Greymourne’s outburst. For a moment, the shadow of wrath almost bloomed upon the Honomura visage. But Sakujo composed himself before any hint of annoyance could be noticed. He had fought hard for Castellan, killing hundreds of warriors and monsters in the streets of the capital city. It was not uncommon for foreign aid to be requested when a nation was on its last legs; Positions and rank could most certainly be earned in an endgame scenario. Greymourne believed lust for power drove Sakujo, and she wasn't completely wrong. But Sakujo had humanity and had always been prepared to defend the weak and worthy.

Her disdain for him was blatant and outspoken. But he would not fight her here, not with words or actions, the situation required more finesse. He had no need to explain himself to her right then and there; Like she would listen anyways. But despite this, the samurai realized that he had to make some sort of effort with her. Sakujo turned back to Enzio and Yunica and said, “Good to meet you as well, Enzio, Yunica. I trust that you two and Greymourne have these people’s interests at heart. We seek the same thing you know, I hope you remember that when the time comes.” Sakujo did fully intend to claim rulership over Nortestra, but he had no designs on destroying the country. If anything, Sakujo wanted to help the nation rise from its crippled position and begin recovery. It would be difficult to make this known without further combat. The only way Sakujo felt he could truly prove himself was to continue fighting and risking his life for Nortestra. So that was what he would do.

Sakujo wondered at Yunica’s exclamation. He had heard of what the young clone had done during the siege. He wanted to see this suit for himself, get a view of it in action. Yunica didn't look to be in much of a position to wear it at that moment however, stumbling and leaning on Enzio for support. As Greymourne walked away, Sakujo considered his earlier thoughts; perhaps now would be a good time to try and convince her of his good intentions. He turned again to Yunica and Enzio and said, “I think we should talk more later. There is a command meeting this evening, perhaps we can speak some more then. As for now, I think I need to clear some things up with Greymourne.” He began to walk after the metal clad general, switching to a jog for a moment to get up next to her.

Matching her pace, Sakujo walked beside her for several moments, noticing her scowl and angry expression. “I can see that you don't trust me Greymourne. I can understand this, I am a foreigner like no other, I bear no titles, have nothing but my words and actions to prove myself with. And yet, I must make the attempt to gain your trust, or at the least cooperation. So please, take a moment, hear me out.”

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-Ivan Federico-

Ivan’s final hours in Castellan were spent fighting blood beasts, backing slowly out through the Eastern gate; Nortestran mages and other ranged units covering his back and adding to the volleys and staccato of projectile fire that was tearing through the howling monsters. There were several dozen of the creatures, engorged and in combat with several capable Nortestran soldiers. The melee troops were also on the defensive, staying near the mages and slowly retreating through the gates to the outside of the city. Ivan yawned as he blasted the arm off of a blood beast several city blocks down. The blood beasts were scattered up and down the street, some engaging in combat with the melee infantry and others taking cover behind rubble. They were disgusting, vile creatures, but they had learned to fear Ivan’s Gun.

As Ivan and the Nortestrans finally began to move away from the city, over the scorched and war torn planes of the battlefield, the blood beasts receded. The monstrosities had tried hard to assault the last people leaving Castellan and lost many of their number in the ensuing battle. About a couple miles away from the city was where camp was being set up. The crumbled walls and towering spires of the capital city were visible from the camp; They would be for a long while, in spite of the distance the survivors would travel. Castellan was a massive and imposing city, once having certainly been worthy of the title of capital city. It had been a bastion of strength for the fading Nortestran Empire and even though it was wracked with destruction and upheaval, the capital was still magnificent. It had been The Jewel of Nortestra, the shining star of the West, its reign once having stretched from Eastern coast to the Western coast. But now it was simply another ruin.

The Nortestran camp was full of the dead and dying. Casualties were immensely high and near everyone was afflicted with the plague. The severity of the cases varied but the sickness could turn fatal for almost anyone almost instantaneously. Everyone with even a semblance of knowledge on the healing arts was at work now, any citizen with even a hint of competency for mending put their skills to use. Ivan himself was afflicted, but luckily his case wasn't serious enough to require immediate attention. The Gunslinger would spend the next week with a mild case of the plague, but thanks to his robotic enhancements and connection with The Gun managed to recover fully. Others were not so lucky and many perished in the opening days of the march to Castellan. Wagons were used to transport the injured and sick, healers sitting and working alongside them. Those who were healthy were set to driving the caravan and providing guard in case of attack by regrouped Mollug forces.

Ivan Federico in his rare free time during the journey to Ravenscourt, would usually smoke his pipe and talk with other Nortestrans soldiers who were off duty. He also spent a rather large amount of his time, free or otherwise, practicing ice magic; The gauntlets he had acquired as a gift from Nortestra increased his strength and granted the gunslinger basic ice magic. Ivan found that being able to cast magic made him feel amazing. The Gun was one power, but Ivan had been able to control it since birth, its use both natural and instinctual on his part. Ice magic was a whole new ability however, and Ivan figured it would definitely come in handy in the future. Starting with basic projectiles, Ivan practiced his aim constantly throughout the 2 weeks. He improved a decent amount over this time, figuring out multiple basic spells and summoning rites.

The Gunslinger had spent much of his time after the siege alone however, becoming more reclusive than usual due to the disappearance and deaths of multiple of his comrades. Felicia, Caedmon, Membrane and others had disappeared with little trace. Tobias, Kana and many of the Summoned had died in Castellan, and the ones who had vanished were believed to be dead as well. Kotori, Wakinyan, Forsith and several others were the only ones Ivan knew that were alive. Ivan could count the number of living people he knew in Valucia on one hand. To make matters worse was that Ivan was near halfway through his stash of weed. He would need to find a replacement for his drug of choice or risk going sober. Dread filled Ivan’s mind at the idea, he really didn’t want to have to face the world without the plant. He’d have to start asking around for an alternative of some sort.

Asking around would have to come later though, as Ivan knew there was a meeting for the remnants of Castellan coming up. Sadly, he knew he would have to remain sober for this as well. He sighed and continued lying in the shade of the tree on the edge of camp, puffing on his pipe several times, telling himself that was the last bowl he would have until the meeting.

@ everyone who is the Nortestran camp
 
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"Your armour is exactly where you left it" Greymourne growled, not looking back at either Yunica or Sakujo. "Incredibly hard to miss..."

She felt a shard of guilt, realizing that in her fit of anger she had completely forgotten about Yunica's armour. Unfortunately it was too late now, if she had to stand around Sakujo any longer she was unsure if she could keep her gauntlets free of blood. Enzio would be able to help her in the meantime.

Of course, the samurai chased after her, matching her stride. She remained silent, staring pointedly ahead, hoping he would leave if she ignored him for long enough. He did not. Her jaw tightened as he spoke, her eyes flashing bronze in the sparce sunlight.

With a hand, Greymourne gathered her hair to one side of her face so that the samurai could fully see the death glare she was giving him. She turned her head, eyes narrowed dangerously, but did not stop walking. The floating gauntlets rose up to her sides, metallic claws flexing and clinking together in the air. Her voice was as cool as steel, "Listen? Sorry but I'm in a bad mood right now. You either leave now and take whatever shit words you're about to spew out of your mouth, or it's going to be missing a few teeth."

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"Ah! Oh no.... uh... are you ok?" Caught off-guard, Enzio clumsily held onto Yunica, trying his best to support her while at the same time doing his best not to hurt her. His face reddened as he realized how much of a fool he was acting like, and could almost hear Greymourne's chiding remarks in the back of his mind. This girl was a summoned, and could probably kick him on his rear.

At Sakujo's words Enzio gave an airy nod and smile, "Of course! Nortestra will never forget what the summoned have done for us! In our hour of need you aided us, which is more than can be said of our neighbouring allies here in Valucia."

When the samurai left, Enzio turned his attention back to the distraught Yunica. He felt terrible that Greymourne had left her like this, but he knew the knight captain was trying her best at restraint.

"Yunica, right? Sorry, I don't know any healing spells or anything, but I think I know what you are talking about. There is an empty armour suit that looked very similar to Charon, over by the ruins of the castle. I can bring you there while Greymourne uh... deals with the samurai... gods I hope this doesnt break into a fight." He scratched the back of his head while watching Greymourne and the samurai walk off. Not too promising.

He then flashed a warm grin at Yunica, realizing that she must be upset. Time to change the subject. "Hey, have you met Charon? He's one of my favourite summoned! Oh, wait, nono I dont mean --... I like you too -- you're super cool! I mean... uh... Did you hear Charon gives hair cuts? Greymourne keeps nagging me to get my hair cut so I was thinking that next time I see him he can style my hair. I'll look just like an otherworldly summoned!"

"Oh right. Your armour. Don't worry, I've got just the trick. Watch this!"
After a brief moment of concentration, spectral wings burst from Enzio's back. The feathers were black as night, yet translucent and shifting, like smoke held together with invisible strings. They looked to be in the likeness of a raven's wings. "Fear not, Yunica, I, Enzio Ravencrest the second shall deliver you to your armour at once!"

He then scooped up Yunica into a dramatic bridal-style hold. Of course, she shrieked from surprise, to which Enzio gave a sheepish laugh, "Ah, sorry, I probably should have warned you. Y'know, I screamed like a baby too during my first flight, but it's really fun once you get used to it. Just hold on tight! I promise I won't drop you! Knight's vow!"

With a flap of his ghostly wings, Enzio took off above the street and towards the armour's location.
 
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The Metallic Giant simply stood there, with it’s vision still fixated on the highest concentration Threat. It didn’t move, it didn’t even flinch, it simply stood, waiting for something.

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'Look at this score. Practised posture, loyal goons, pale hair, super specific world view, this guy is totally Big Bad Evil Guy material.' Nemu thought while peeking out from the slatted vents. Neat stripes of harsh, synthetic light fell across her face. She became keenly aware of how cold it was in the facility, but she wasn't sure if the shivers she felt was because of the air currents, or the legendary 'Evil Aura' from a bad guy. A puff of air stirred her pink hair. Maybe it was just the vents.

From her limited vantage point she couldn't see whoever Big Bag Evil Guy was talking to, but she bet it was the One-Handed Evil Mystery Destroy Man (the self-made name for the villain she was currently tracking down). It had to be. The light-haired man wasn't missing a hand, after all. She tried to shuffle over in the vents to get a better look, but froze whenever BBEG turned his cold gaze towards her. Did he see her? It looked like he was looking directly through the wall. Did he have x-ray vision? Her heart began to beat faster, rising up so loud she was sure he would hear.

After an eternity, the BBEG turned his attention back to the conversation. Nemu let out a breath. That was totally close. She really was not meant to hear any of this top secret stuff. This was obviously high level quest material and she hardly had any XP in this world! There was no way she could take on this guy when she was fresh out of the tutorial?! She continued to jot down some notes, only stopping when Gloop waddled closer to her. She waved sharply with a hand for him to stop and stand still, but the slime only responded by wiggling consistently.

The BBEG was walking up to the vent now, starting directly at the wall. Nemu held her breath, staring out from her tiny vent with wide eyes. She held her Adventure Journal close to her chest, teeth clenched. 'Go away! Nothing to see here! It was just the wind!' she silently urged. Then he drew his sword, 'Oh no'

With a slash, a splash, and covered gasp, the sword cleanly sliced through the wall, vent, and Gloop. The slime fell apart into two perfect halves for a second, then immediately merged back together. Nemu let out her breath as the BBEG turned away. Thankfully, Gloop was completely still and they managed to remain hidden until long after the BBEG and his goons left the room. Nemu slumped agaisnt the vent wall and whispered, "Gloop, that was awesome! He totally almost caught us! Can you believe it, that was our first encounter with the BBEG! Gloop? Ah! Wait, no!"

The slime began to expand like a balloon thanks to the magic from the BBEG's blade. His bright green form pressed against the vent until it finally gave out, causing both the slime and Nemu to come tumbling out. Nemu fell flat on her face while Gloop just rolled down into a blob. Nemu quickly stood up and pointed a finger at Rojy. "Aha! Prepare for justice, friend... err, I mean fiend! Sir Nemu is here to put an end to your destroying -- wait... hold on a minute. Sorry, just one second... ugh where is it..."

The miniature girl dug through her hat until she found a small cake with the words 'eat me' written in icing. As soon as she took a bite she grew back to the size of a normal girl. She got back into her power pose and resumed her speech. "Ahem. I, Sir Nemu, rising hero, and knight of Mollug, am here to put an end to your destroying spree, One-Handed Evil Mystery Destroy Man!"
 
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A knock on the door disrupted Junko from her concentration on her project at the table and she turned towards the sound.

“What?” Junko answered sharply and Trent walked in the room.

“Sorry,” He answered. “It’s just that you’ve been shut away for a while. Everyone’s beginning to worry.” The Hyena leader let out an exasperated sigh before throwing a tool across the room, at the wall.

“I’m a fucking Summoned. The name alone strikes fear in countless people in this world. But what am I compared to the likes of any of the others?” Trent knew what she was talking about. When Junko went back to Xact to report on their failure to capture the Ilaria city leader’s target word had been sent ahead. Cassandra already knew of their screwup and there were people there to bar Junko and her people from entry.

Naturally, Junko and her gang fought back and a massacre ensued. Only, it was purely made up of the Hyenas. Just a bunch of women in black and white with weapons made of light. They looked average aside from the look in their eyes. And then in a fight they fought like demons. Before anyone knew it around a dozen Hyenas lay dead with those warriors standing over the corpses.

Cassandra mentioned the demonstration was only a warning and if Junko or any of her people stepped a foot in Xact then they would meet the same fate. Apparently, Sowilo made some sort of deal with the city Leader because she was allowed to stay. The humiliation brought morale to an all time low. Junko seemed to shut herself away and left Trent in charge of the gang for a while.

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Trent would, periodically, check in on the woman and he could tell she was doing strength training and working on something else in secret. He offered to help her but she assured Trent that he should be doing what he can to raise morale amongst the Hyenas and add to their numbers.

So he did just that. He set out with the gang on other missions and collected bounties on stray military generals in hiding after the war. Due to the former and approaching conflict there was more than plenty to do. The nations too focused on each other to pay too much attention to the Hyenas at the moment. So Trent was able to set out freely with whatever they were paid to do. All the while Junko stayed secluded to her own devices.

Trent looked at the Hyena leader now. There was something in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. A light in her eyes that had been only a mere flicker before. Her strength training had definitely been paying off, even in the short time. Trent knew she wasn’t exactly normal to begin with. Her natural strength, higher than any human.

“It’s been two weeks. Some of our people don’t even know what their leader looks like. And even if the others have some advantage with their abilities, they still don’t match your intellect. Your cunning.” Junko shook her head.

“It takes much more than just cunning to survive in this world. We are up against people that cut us down before we can even track their movements. And they aren’t even Summoned. Not to mention that fucking pheonix that can level an entire village. Let alone whatever else is out there. Who’s to say there aren’t Summoned out there that can cut through the likes of Ain, Obito, and Vali? I need something to give me an edge…” Junko looked back at the table and looked at the fruits of her labor.

On the table lay, what looked like, black colored sand. Then it lifted, swimming through the air. Then in a next instant it took the shape of a sword in Junko’s hand. Trent was taken aback. Junko tapped her finger against it. It certainly seemed to be a single object instead of tiny particles. The woman then flipped the sword and stayed in the air as its form giveaway, resuming floating sand again.

This time it rotated until it resembled a saw and in the next second it sawed straight through the center of the table without any effort. In another moment the blade dispersed back to its original form. Junk then directed the sand to lift her up and she looked as if she were sitting on an invisible, floating, chair as more followed her finger as she drew a circle, repeatedly, in the air. She smirked at Trent’s reaction.

“I figured, why would I carry large blades that people could see? Could I use my ability and expand on it? Before I came to this world I was always complimented on how well my control over this ability was. ‘She can pick a needle out of a haystack.’ They would say. Do you know one of the best elements to have in the midst of battle are?”

“Surprise?” Trent guessed, his eyes following the tiny comet like sand following Junko’s finger.

“Unpredictability.” Junko stood again. This time the particles formed a spear in her hand. “If the enemy can’t grasp what they are up against then it is considerably harder for them to come up with a counter plan.” Trent nodded as the spear formed into a ball that fit into Junko’s hand. “A present from that woman, Cassandra. Her way of an apology for ‘overdoing it.’ She mentioned. Normally, I would still be pissed. She did kill my men and make me look like a fool in the process. The mighty Hyenas bested by, some, Xactian church militia. But it also opened my eyes. So I guess we’re even. A dozen men is a small price to pay for the plans she helped me form. And she said there’s plenty more where this came from.” Junko tossed the ball to Trent and he attempted to catch it with one hand. The second it landed in his palm the sheer weight of the object brought him to a knee. The small sphere weighed about as much as a full grown man. Junko smirked once again. She had more surprises in store for the future. The ball floated back to her hand.

“Let’s meet those newbies.” Junko said as she helped her lieutenant to his feet.
 
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Aldreg, Toren, Gin, Ran, Barigan
After the scene of the Co. leaving Nortestra

Cracks spreaded throughout the air within a dark room, until the cracks got so large they shattered the space into a portal. The group emerged from the portal, letting it close behind them. Toren and Gen looked around before realizing the area they were now in seemed cold and dark. Toren of course unable to see still felt if everything was nearby to attack. Ran and Aldreg stood calmly behind the two.

Kotori…

Blue flames sparked up from nothingness in front of the group for a moment before flaring up. The immense demonic presence made Toren and Gin prepare to draw their blades in self defense. Aldreg took a few steps forward with no sign of worry or hostility. As the blue and black flames continued to burn yet grow in size, Aldreg got closer until it was a safe distance between the two entities.

“I see you’re alive. Everything went like you said.”

“What is it you wanted to speak to me about?”

“Tch! A lousy human such as yourself dare speak to me as if we’re equal!”


“For how things stand right now. We are.”

“Grrrrrrr!!! ALDREG!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Please lower your tone. The Relcs in the area might detect us not only because of your shouting, but because of your presence you seem incapable of suppressing. I gave your lapdog a worthy host, I see to it you do your end of the bargain?”

“Hmph! You’re a very smart man. Always to the chase.”

“I’m also a very busy man and have things to attend to.”

“In one month due time you will be gifted with what I had promised. That is if you can survive that long.”

“No rush. As long as you don’t end up lying. Now carry on so I can get back to my tasks.”

“REMEMBER HUMAN!!!! I AM THE ALMIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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“Of course. I haven’t forgotten.” Aldreg threw his glasses to the side and fixed his hair (to his hair in the image). “From now on the Aldreg you once knew is gone. A new has risen. One that has some time before evolution takes its course.” The blue flames faded into embers without even a word back, obviously whoever was on the other side couldn’t take anymore from Aldreg. Aldreg looked over his shoulder towards Ran that stood farthest behind the group. In a moment Aldreg gripped Ran’s wrist before he was able to draw his sword to cut Gin’s head off. Ran looked completely shocked to see Aldreg was so much stronger from when they last met. Ran released his grip off the hilt of the sword before taking a step back. Gin barely turned around noticing Aldreg had saved his life once again like before.

“From here I leave the rest to you.”

Aldreg gave the shadow demon a simple node before dismissing it off. Ran turned into a shadow and shifted through the room theoretically leaving the area completely. Aldreg looked at the two men he trusted this entire plan with and gave them a nod as well. The two walked towards a massive dual door and pushed it open together. Grey sand poured down the steps into the once dark room, and moonlight shined the room giving it light. Roars echoing from all over could be heard from all over.

“So this is the “No Man's Land”, otherwise the forbidden island Dundo Demoníaco. I never thought I’d actually be able to see this hell hole.” As the group came out of the small square building they were met with a night sky, grey sand, and cold winds. The roaring continued from different locations yet they couldn’t get a sense of where it was coming from. Creatures of all shapes and sizes had white skull masks covering their faces. Each of these creatures roamed the grey sands and constantly fought amongst each other.

“Are you sure this is the place you want to be at, Aldreg?” Toren felt the multiple vibrations from the masked demons that roamed around them from a distance. Massive footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer to the three. Each of them turned around to notice a 20 ft tall masked demon towered over them preparing to stomp them with its left foot. Slamming down on the group a massive sand cloud covered the area. The demon split in half, falling over and turning into dust that faded in the wind.

“Woooah!!! Is that a real Relc!?”

“These mindless creatures don’t seem to care who they attack, or even analyze the situation!”

“This place is the perfect place to set up shop.” Aldreg sheathed his blade and turned to the two men. “No one ever comes to this island, and even if they did. They’ve never returned. So to just know that we’re here is nearly impossible. Not many people believe this island exists anymore due to not many encouraging others to take the voyage to it. What Gin said is true to the statement. Though. Starting today, El Mundo Demoníaco is my territory. Lets go.”

Aldreg has been conducting research on this island for some time while mapping out his plan for rebellion on Nortestra. It fascinated him when he was reading rare books that spoke about the island and it’s horrors. Powerful demons that run amuck on the island, it is an island considered to be survival of the fittest. Relc’s roamed freely on these lands and hardly ever left, if one or more decided to leave they were on a quest to feel their empty bellies. The Relcs feed off of souls and seem to enjoy happy or in fear souls rich in flavor. This is a place of the restless dead, the Relcs who have nothing but hunger and desperation in their lives. As a result, El Mundo Demoníaco is equally barren, being nothing but a desert of white sands, rocky formations and odd, crystalline trees. This desert never ends, beneath an unmoving moon in a starless sky. Few clouds can be seen, but no rain has ever been observed. Strong winds can stir up sand storms, and some inhabitants of El Mundo Demoníaco wear capes and cloaks to protect themselves from those storms. The Magical Pressure in the island is rather high and potent.

“This place although I cannot visually see it, I get a good grasp from the other senses that this is a hell within the living realm.”

“Yeah no kidding the vibe here is hella off. It's very unsettling. I kinda like it in a way.”

“Do not shed an ounce of fear or you will be food to the next Relc that shows up. They grow stronger the more their target fears them. A rather barbaric trait to them.”


“So this place even have water? How will we survive.”

“Questions that can easily be solved with time. We have enough essentials to last us an entire week here. What we do with that time will determine our survival rate within this hell.”

“If I remember our long stocked material is not too far from here. Let’s set out for the palace at once.”

“Palace?”

“Los Noches.”

During the timeskip

Barigan had conquered the entire island and united all of its Relcs into an army. He even considered the sky itself the ceiling of his castle, showing how omnipotent he was. But even this incredible accomplishment was ultimately futile, since Barigan was simply bored by this point. He had "won" the game or survival in El Mundo Demoníaco, and it brought him no joy. One day on his throne on top of a pedestal that gave him a far enough vision over the white sand, he felt a bit of excitement getting word of humans infiltrating the island. It’s been thousands of years since an outside dared came into these dangerous and unfair sands. The once bored king that waited years for a new contender to emerge had finally come and he couldn’t wait to see the fear spelled all over the shitty humans faces that dared to invade his kingdom. After some time of waiting a gust of wind knocked some of his loyal Relcs off their feet and on their side or face. Many of them now turning into dust and fading in the wind, gave Barigan a shock. In a “blink” of an eye Barigan was faced with three humans he had assumed were the invaders. A second passed, not a moment to spare he summoned his axe into his hand and floated up from his seat.

“You who dare invade El Mundo Demoníaco. Speak your names.”

“Aldreg Albeit.”

“Albeit… What brings you to the undead kingdom. A land that not even you can handle. Withered and Relcs wander these lands, there is not fit for a human to walk amongst us!”

“To take your crown.” There was silence and tension that filled the air once Aldreg spoke up. It was clear the demon needed time to collect what he had said. Barigan was clearly shocked by the fact a human had the balls to speak to the undead kingdom’s king.

“You dare tell the King of mundo demoníaco to kneel to you!? This land is my kingdom!!!! You shall die where you stand human!” Barigan rushed towards Aldreg at full speed, watching him draw his blade out as the two collided with each other.

~Long After…~

Aldreg had encountered a panther Relc with a squad of six Relcs following after him. The group circled around Aldreg who was alone at this point. Once the group found a chance to attack they all pounced on the human. Though it was a horrific sight for the Relcs as blood was flying all over. The panther Relc realized that himself and the group despised their efforts on getting this far in the power ladder; they were no match for this man for some reason. When they tried to attack him they ended up attacking each other in a blind rage. The panther pled it’s loyalty to Aldreg in order to preserve its allies' lives.

A massive bat Relc flew through the skies searching for it’s next target, not even 30 minutes after the incident with the Panther attack. Aldreg stood there on a hill waiting for the bat to come and engage in combat with him. Which it did only to meet it’s shared fate as the panther’s group. It had pledged it’s loyalty to Aldreg. The process of Aldreg going out to specifically picked Relc’s continued to happen one after another until he had collected the 10 strongest on the island and 16 of the second strongest. All of them were captured and were soon to be lab rats for his upcoming experiments. Now he had established his rule within the Palace that seemed to be impossible and unreachable. He began setting up his lab into secret rooms and making his own adjustments as the second week went on it consisted solely of construction to fit the Palace to his liking.

Post timeskip

People of all colors, shapes, and sizes walked amongst one another down the busy streets of Verrukt. Some continued on with their daily lives while others looked towards a man that stood out. He wore a long white coat and nearly white clothes with black high top looking shoes. His sword was sheathed yet it felt as if it was radiating with magic for some reason. He kept his hands in his pocket and a smirk on his face while walking through the streets.

"Today seems pretty lively, maybe a celebration for the false victory against Nortestra."
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The clone couldn’t help but chuckle at Enzio’s rambling about Charon, but before she could even respond the knight had already jumped to a different topic and showed off his wings. While they were impressive, they weren’t as amazing as some of the things that Yunica had seen recorded in the Neilgo database and as such didn’t even bat an eye at them… at least until he picked her up and took off into the sky. The shriek was only a prelude to the deathgrip she had his arm, the right hand violently shaking the entire time, as her eyes darted about all wide-eyed until they landed.

When she was set down, Yunica stumbled away as she gasped for air, having unconsciously held her breath for part of the flight. Surprisingly her leg didn’t give out and she was able to reach an arm and shoulder of the Armor, leaning against the limb as its armored gut opened up now that she was nearby. “Thanks,” she manages to get out as she looks over the Assault Armor. With a frown the clone realized that its current position was going to make it rather difficult for her to get back inside with her condition. But it was something that had to be done, and as such Yunica made her way to the opening and by taking her time she was able to get both hands to firmly grasp the bar just inside that was meant to help pilots pull themselves in. However, as that wasn’t exactly feasible with her one arm being what it is, she opted instead to try out a modification that had been made to the cockpit with her in mind.

Tightening her grip as much as possible, the clone issued a mental command that caused the bar to retract part way into the cockpit, stopping just short of entering its storage slot but having raised Yunica high enough where she was able to bring her good leg up and into the roughly spherical chamber so she could use it push herself the rest of the way into the Armor. Once she was inside, the machine’s stomach area sealed up again and she was finally able to release the bar and put on the helmet needed to see outside. Moments later the AA was back up to full operational power levels and climbed back to its feet. She was about to have it walk back to the camp when the clone realized that she hadn’t exactly paid attention in what direction they had been flying. With a prod from Kana, she realized that she could just ask Enzio for help with that. “Um, if you could guide me back to the camp, please?”

 
Wakinyan was less than impressed with the arrival of Bastion. He reeked of the miasma of vice, and possessed a shade of soul too similar to that of his late brother, Nergal. Should the corrupted god show up, this creature would be the first to fall into his corruption. A strong fighting spirit that easily overwhelmed what little self control this creature had. Truly, it was repulsive to the god. His muzzle crinkled backwards into a half-snarl, revealing the sharp tusks resting below his lips. Sparks gathered in his fur, making them stand on end.

If the situation was better, Kotori might have responded with a smile, but instead her face only showed worry towards Bastion, "I appreciate your desire to help, but the corruption is too dangerous for those without purification. You must turn back or else-"

Kotori was practically shoved into Wakinyan's sumptuous mane as the beast came to an abrupt stop, his hooves tearing deep gouges into the earth and spraying dirt and leaf litter. He tossed his head and reared up, clearly annoyed by something. After regaining her composure, Kotori leaned over to the side to catch a glimpse of what was the cause.

Instead of Nergal, there stood a rather tall figure garbed in strange metal. They stood perfectly still, staring evenly between Wakinyan, herself, and Bastion. She glanced down at Wakinyan, waiting for his judgment, but the Sky God was silent. His posture was tense, ears backwards and gaze hardened with disgust. Did this being have no judgment? If so, that would mean it lacked a soul or any form of morality. Troubling, to say the least, but better than the madness of corruption.

"Be careful, this being lacks reason, we are unable to see its intentions" Kotori said softly to Bastion, glancing at him for a moment before staring back at Golem. At least it did not seem aggressive. Perhaps it did not mean any harm? She extended a hand from her cloak, waving it gently. "Greetings stranger, we apologize if we startled you. We believed you to be another."

Kotori's eyes shifted behind Golem, looking at the path of carnage it had left in its wake. Such a thoughtless destruction of the forest. Whatever they were, they cared little for life underfoot. "I am Kotori, and this is Wakinyan. We are summoned and allies of Nortestra. What country do you hail from?"
 
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Hitori
Ian came into the medical tent specifically for the summoned due to their extended efforts in helping the country survive on its last leg. He constantly came to check on the girl who seemed to be slowly recovering as the days went on, yet the boy was rather interesting for his rapid healing. His wounds were being treated faster than anyone with the injuries he had, but Ian couldn’t put a finger on to why. His muscles as well seemed to have randomly gotten toner and stronger for unknown reasons. Hitori was covered in bandages from the torso up until his face. Ian checked both of the patient's pulse and breathing to make sure everything was okay and thankfully it was. He released a sigh of relief, it was the void princess’s request to make sure Hitori was taken care of with food on his side which didn’t make sense till Ian witnessed the boy eating in his sleep. Ian casted some healing magic on Erza again to remove the cuts and bruises that were still left on her body, until he heard groaning from Hitori. Turning his attention to the boy he was shocked to see the boy was starting to wake up.

Slowly regaining his vision, and finally waking up Hitori realized where he was. It was some medical tent while others were being treated, most likely similar to him. Slowly sitting up Hitori placed a hand on his forehead to try and stop the pounding. “Kotori!” He tried to get out of bed, but was pushed back down into the bed.

“Relax. You haven’t completely recovered just yet.”

“Ow.. What the hell was that for?”

“It’s for your own good, better than letting you get up to reopen the wounds we all tried to close for you. Only your body can do the rest of the healing, our magic can’t fix a broken body.”

“Broken body?”

“You were knocked out cold in the last town we were at, before setting up this camp.”

“This is a camp huh…” Hitori’s eyes fired up as he tried to get up and some nurses came to restrain him. “GAAAJEEEL!!!”

“Gajeel? How do you know of that name?!”

Hitori calmed down a bit before realizing he was going crazy. Slowly sitting up allowing the nurses to back away knowing he was calm now. Hitori gave a small cough and scratched the back of his head. “I guess that’s how I ended up in this condition. Never mind where is Kotori and Susan!?”

Ian gave a small pause realizing that Gajeel had caught interest in the boy from the group of summoned and chose him as his first target. Yet why did the crazed dragon leave his target alive? “The two girls ran off not too long ago, Kotori fled off with her horse.”

“Wakinyan!” Hitori lunged out of the bed landing behind Ian. Ian drew his sword to Hitori’s neck.

“Like I said lay down..”

“I will after I make sure they’re alright!” Hitori started running off in a random direction.

Ian sighed, sheathing his blade realizing the boy was too hard headed to even listen to wise advice. He palmed his face seeing Hitori run off the wrong way. It was quite fascinating seeing that he ate even his sleep, he completely slept even during the ceremony. Something about Hitori made Ian question though, the healers mentioned not even a day ago that his bones were nearly shattered. Yet Hitori showed no sign of injuries. “Wrong way kid.” Ian said pointing to the right direction.

“Oh! Thank you! Uh…”

“Ian nice to meet you.”

“Ah! Ian! Thank you!! See ya!!”

With that the boy ran off full of energy towards his friends to regroup with them. Ian chuckled a bit to himself before turning his direction towards Erza who was actually laying right next to Hitori. The girl seemed to be alright and thanks to her unusual blood it helped fight the plague off within her body. She was a lot easier to treat than the others, though many have still suffered the fate of death to the plague. She hasn’t woken up since the last day of the battle. She kept memering something in her sleep from time to time.

Hitori ran in a straight line in the direction Ian gave him, he was starting to notice Wakinyan’s footprints in the dirt as he kept going. Hitori started to think the easiest way to find them was to track down Susan’s mana source in which he focused on it till it was locked down. Hitori smirked and bolted onward. While he ran he noticed some fruit going on a rather large tree and skidded on the ground into a stop with his mouth drooling and stomach growling. Taking the time to climb up the tree and collect every apple looking fruit on the tree, he devoured them in handfuls. Taking a burp before realizing he ate all the apple looking fruits that were colored purple Hitori still felt his stomach growling.

“Man… Where’s the animals at so I can cook one up real quick? I’ll get all my energy back if I had some… meat...” Hitori’s tongue hung out of his mouth and drool dripped down it while he sat on the branch of the tree. He was exhausted and needed some meat to devour. Out of nowhere Hitori felt a massive rush in energy, he felt like he could fight three armies on his own with this much energy. Jumping up with his fists in the air.

“I FEEL AMAZING!!!!!” Kotori and the others could hear him as well as people in the camp even though both were some distance from each other. “What the hell are these fruits? Oh well!” Hitori jumped down from the tree and bolted towards Kotori and Susan.

The closer he got the more he could see Wakinyan trace and he used this instead of honing in on Susan’s mana. Jumping out of the bushes Hitori noticed Wakinyan in a defensive stance and a giant standing before him. Not understanding what was going on fire engulfed Hitori’s right hand and launched a fireball towards “golem”.

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A hissing sound easily broke through the quiet of the forest. Kotori heard this first, then felt a brush of warmth against the back of her neck. She quickly turned her gaze to it, just in time to see a ball of flame soaring towards the silent armoured being. There was little time to think, or to even draw her bow. In the split moment she could only think about the wrongful start of a conflict with this unknown being. Should a battle begin, it could endanger every Castellan refugee, especially the wounded and sick.

Nortestra and her people had just been granted a well-earned moment of peace, and she would not see it shattered so easily.

Acting on instinct, Kotori summoned a gust of wind to intercept the ball of flame. The two elements collided with a crackling pop, reducing the fireball into a whirl of sparks and smoke. Instead of hitting golem, it crashed off course and into a nearby tree.

Turning in her seat, she followed the fireball’s line of fire to find Hitori sprinting in their direction. A look of shock passed over her face. He had been unconscious for three days now, and while his condition had not gotten worse, he had never stirred in his rest. Had he followed her? Did Susan alert him. She had told the girl to stay away from the danger of Nergal’s corruption… surely she would not have told Hitori to get involved, especially as he recovered. Would she?

“Hitori, stand down!” She slid from Wakinyan’s back and rushed into the space between Golem and Hitori, hoping to put an end to his attack one way or another, “We do not know if this is a friend or foe, but you must give them the chance to prove themselves first!”

“This land has suffered enough conflict. We must allow for peace wherever we are able.”
Her gaze softened and her stance relaxed. "Surely even you must see this. Your body has only just recovered from its wounds. Do not go injuring yourself so senselessly."

Tired of the theatrics, Wakinyan shook out his mane and gave an annoyed snort. Throughout the whole exchange, his gaze never left Golem. He shifted his weight impatiently, one hoof tearing at the ground.


Susan jogged through the forest at a leisurely pace, trying not to put too much effort into the chase. Whenever Wakinyan stopped, whether it be for a fight or something else, she would have ample time to catch up. In fact, arriving later was even better than not. By the time she got there every battle-hungry summoned on this side of the Nortestran Evacuation would have arrived.

Still, as entertaining as it would be to see this turn into another mosh pit, she hoped that they didn’t scare off or murder the dog before she got a chance to pet it. Wakinyan hated being touched, and if his brother had a similar trigger she wanted to be the first to test it out.

It was easy to follow Wakinyan’s tracks in the soft forest soil, but even if she was blind, the gleeful shout from Hitori was enough to let her know she was on the right track. She wasn’t even surprised to know he was awake, just as she wasn’t worried in the slightest when the soldiers dragged his beaten body back into camp. He always ended up fine in the end and super determined no matter how hard his ass was kicked. It was just how Hitori worked.

She had told this to Ian, and every nurse attending to him, but for some reason she didn’t think her suggestion of simply giving Hitori food was taken seriously. Of course, Kotori wasn’t convinced and insisted on visiting Hitori to check on him...along with every other patient that was being held in the tent at the time.

It got really annoying to see Kotori burning herself out to help all these strangers, but Susan kept good faith that she would realize the pointlessness of it all in the end.

Eventually Susan made it to the clearing to find nothing but disappointment. Instead of an ugly, flesh eating monster-god there was a plus-sized knight that looked to be lacking any conversation. Bastion-guy was there too. “Aw, come on… where is the danger dog? I ran all this way for nothing?! You’re not even ripping each other apart! Am I still in Valucia?”

Susan sighed and plopped down on the mossy leaf cover beneath a tree. It was times like these when she regretted retiring early at the ripe age of 15. “What a drag. Kotori, Wakinyan, how did you both not realize it wasn’t Nergal?”

Wakinyan growled, sparking from his mane.

“Come on, Hitori, I’m counting on you. Use double punch or something.”
 
Golem

The metallic giant remained unmoved, his gaze still switching between all the nearby Threats before soon enough the giant moved it’s gaze quickly somewhere else.



New Threat Detected
New Threat Detected
New Threat Detected



Fused Threat? Possibly



Threat approaching in increasing velocity



Potential danger incoming




Preparing to activate…
Obliteration




The Metallic Giant stood still watching as the fireball slowly approached it, however in that moment it saw the Fireball imbued with the energy of a Threat be redirected and thrown off course by the energy of another Threat.





Processing



Deactivating
Obliteration



Threat attack prevented by Threat



Chances of Commander activity… High



None Threat approaching




Probability of Commander? High




The metallic giant moved it’s vision directly to Susan as she entered the area. Without hesitation and seemingly ignoring every Threat in the area, the Giant began walking towards Susan, before stopping in front of her. Suddenly the giant moved both its hands next to each other and began doing gestures with them. It was speaking in sign language and to Susan he asked: “Are you The Commander… Are these Threats under your control?” The giant stood still once more waiting for a response from Susan.

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Hitori stomped his feet into the ground and slid to stop his speed. His blood was pumping as well as his heart. Before the fireball could get any distance towards the tall armored knight, it was intercepted with an unusual gust of wind creating an unusual explosion between the two elements colliding. Hitori looked over to Kotori who had leaped off of Wakinyan's back. As the archer walked towards him she spoke up telling him to stand down. Also scolding him for his impulsive actions, in response Hitori scratched the top of his head and laughed a bit.

"You're definitely right there Kotori."

He got serious though and dropped his arm peering towards the armored knight still not trusting the giant one bit. Hitori stayed silent for a while not even moving. Turning his attention back to the pale archer and smiled again.

"Sorry.. It's just I don't really trust anything besides you guys in Valucia. This planet hasn't really treated us the best. I just wanted to protect you.." Hitori scratched the back of his head nervously. He let out a sigh and realized he didn't have a shirt on rather he was covered in bandages, even around his arms and hands. He didn't realize he was that badly hurt by one punch given from Gajeel. Hitori looked at the palm of his hands in a bit of disappointment until he gripped it into a fist. He will grow stronger so it wouldn't happen again.

"Has it spoken to you?-"

Hitori was cut off when a familiar voice was heard behind him. "Yo!" It was Susan who seemed to have been running similar to him. Hitori smiled and waved at her. While she spoke and asked of even still being on Valucia anymore it made Hitori question it as well. It didn't make sense that Kotori was always so passive and care free in these situations. Especially after what they all had been through. Hitori has been on edge this whole time since the war hardly trusting anything unless given reason too.

"Double punch? Kotori said not to fight the thing. It hasn't even moved at all-"

Hitori was cut off again once the armored knight walked towards Susan calmly, even though it made Hitori prepare to lunge at the massive knight if anything went south. He calmed down noticing it was using some weird hand movements to Susan. He tilted his head to the side watching the knight throw up, what seemed like magic signs on his world.

"So who's that guy.." Hitori pointed towards Bastion who was chillen on Wakinyan's back.
 
Due to having a longer distance to travel, not to mention not wanting to use up any of the souls contained inside of him, Charon was one of the last to show up at the scene. The android was surprised to find a construct there that wasn't just some magical rock golem and started humming to himself as he scanned the thing. He had expected some kind of threat that was in need of punching and/or hugging, one of the best ways to stave off boredom, but a curiosity like this would do for the time being. The soul eater didn't let his guard down however, and was gradually moving into a flanking position and getting ready to strike if it was needed.

 
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With Enzio leading the way, Yunica was able to return back to the medical tents with no issues. While she wasn't exactly rested, she had enough magical energy left to cast Medice upon a number of the wounded, greatly helping with the healing of some of the more seriously injured before her mana was exhausted. With that she worked with either Enzio or Greymourne to find a safe place for her Armor and somewhere she could sleep for the night.

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The reward ceremony for her would come as a shock and the clone was utterly baffled at the offer to become a noble for Nortestra as she didn't understand how a princess of one nation could also be a noble of another. It didn't make sense to her no matter how much it was explained but she accepted anyway... only to turn over control of the property she would get to Greymourne for whatever she would need it for. Yunica would also mention to Greymourne about the presence of the Sentinel camp nearby and that they were the bodyguard unit of Kana's. She offered their services to help with the evacuation since Yunica felt like she needed to report to the leader of the rebellion that Kana had been a part of since the soul of the goddess was within her.

Because of that, she would end up parting ways with the evacuation convoy before long and followed Kana's directions to reach the camp that Kez had established. Once there it took some effort to convince them of what had happened to Kana, but once she had managed to do so the clone was then able to report to the rebellion's remaining leaders and offered to stay a bit until they deemed it safe for her to head back to Greymourne and the rest without blowing the camp's cover.
 
Hamriah Aanta ad Nurasii
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Things only had grown stranger. The stranger had left a straight path of trees torn from the ground, crushed stone and trampled dirt. Whatever it was, it was a force of destruction, and she was wary. Hamriah jogged along its path of destruction, ready for whatever she would be faced with. In the distance, she could hear commotion, and sensed power. Today could be the longest of days, she figured. Yet, things were ok. Every breath the Warrior of the Sun took, she brought in the fresh, cool air of this land, felt the warmth of the sun upon her. As long as the sun shone above, things would be alright. The sun, its glow, and its compassion, these were the core aspects of life. The sun's light gave life to all things, and it was a dear friend and mentor to Hamriah. Maybe it was a different sun in a different world or realm... but it glowed with the same loving light, gave life to the world in much the same way. And from it, she felt power and love in equal measure. A smile creased her lips. Whatever challenges she were to face, she would face them under the light of the sun.

Soon, she could see forms in a clearing. Hamriah slid down the remainder of the hill, arms extended to keep balance as she did. She laughed as she made her descent, almost tripping over an upturned stone before she came to a stop on the ground below, just in time for a fireball to rush past her and into a nearby tree. Her sword was in her hands in an instant, although her eyes moved to the tree. Luckily, the fire had dissipated, preventing a forest fire. Such would be a shame, this forest was beautiful, and she would rather it not be harmed further.

Hamriah then turned her attention to the others stood in the clearing, knuckles tightened about the hilt of the greatsword. She had entered a confrontation, between what appeared to be an automaton or a massive figure in plate mail, presumably the stranger she had been following, and a crowd. The stranger was interesting, yet it was the crowd that drew her eye. A woman beside... a massive unicorn for first. They seemed linked, and the Unicorn practically rippled with divine might. Its eyes beheld the wisdom of age and the temperament of the storm, and the Blade of the Sun dipped her head in respect towards it. She wished not to draw her blade in aggression against either it or its companion, for it was beautiful and powerful, and from it she sensed no evil. Malice perhaps, but not unrighteous intent. "Ra qahama, rahiyeh hiran ahili ad easufah," she spoke to Wakinyan, head bowed in respect. She turned to the others then.

A spiky-haired young man who was wreathed in power, but seemed entirely bereft of wisdom. Too excited, too quick to act, the fireball had been his. She sighed. A figure wreathed in black which she immediately distrusted, a child that held magical energy, but seemed more content simply to irritate those around her instead of make use of it. It was an interesting assortment of people, and although they spoke a different tongue, she found herself able to understand them.

The woman linked to the great horse divine of storms was angry with the fire-spewer, for he had been reckless. The massive armored figure had approached the young girl, communing to her via hand signals. Anger and unease abounded, yet she was untroubled.

"I appear to have arrived late to this chance meeting. I apologize. I am Hamriah Aanta ad Nurasii, learned of the Karank Swordschool, and servant of the Sun. I mean none of you harm, for the sun wills us all to display compassion and mercy." Hamriah introduced herself with a slight smile and a dip of her head. She lowered the greatsword, though it remained in hand incase something drastic were to occur.

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Most other vendors had already packed and taken their leave. Marga only did so when she no longer felt the need to keep her doors open. And she generally always had a good intuition when someone needed her services.

But this energy she felt was different. Albeit familiar.

“What a pleasant surprise visit from an old friend.” Marga said without even turning towards the person that thought they were sneaking up on the witch. The shadow stood, their face and bright colored braided hair being illuminated through a small window--the only time Marga would open them was after dusk.

“Still looks like you have that weird sense about you. Or maybe you really do have eyes in the back of your head.” Marga turned to face her old comrade with a smile. The brief look of surprise on Junko’s features didn’t go unnoticed. “And nice to see you ditched the whole ‘witch of the woods’ look for something more modern. Kind of like how you ditched your allies while we were banned from the country.” Marga leaned against the counter where she normally conducted business with customers. This time her smile, gone.

“Junko. Many things have changed in the past few weeks. Especially yourself. There are special goals many of us, Summoned, are working towards. Before, when I was amongst your ranks you didn’t have a goal. Not a solid one, anyway. It was merely a cycle you trapped yourself in. Work for money. Cause chaos. But then you met Vali and his men. People far more capable than you had been. You even believed yourself to be in a relationship with one of them.” Junko’s eye twitched.

“Are you psycho-analyzing me?” Junko spat.

“I only bring to light what you hide.”

“And what is that?”

“You feel inferior, Junko. You hide behind things to push that feeling back. To think you have some sort of control.” Junko went to pull her gun but Marga was gone. Then there was a voice behind her.

“When we met you soon started a gang that you held authority over. Because, you always felt intimidated by me at first.” Junko quickly turned around but nothing but shelves against a wall could be seen. Then Marga’s voice came from it’s previous place. Junko went to turn back around with her weapon but it met the witch’s grasp.

“Thinking I would sacrifice you to some pagan god. You couldn’t control me so you made something to control. Then Vali, Ain, and Obito showed up and basically took you and your gang hostage. So you start a relationship with one of them to have at least some sense of control. But then they made other plans. And your men were just fodder.” Marga smiled again as Junko lowered her pistol. They both knew she wouldn’t shoot. In fact, the witch was the only person Junko would even call anything close to a friend. Besides, it’s not like Junko would be able to hurt Marga even if she tried.

Then, Junko was surprised at Marga’s hand gently holding her cheek and the witch seemed to have a genuine smile. It was something Junko had rarely seen, if at all. Marga often would smile but it was more like an amused smile. The same type of smile someone does when they see rodents try to escape a maze that has no exit. The type of smirk someone that knows the outcome while everyone else is clueless and guesses.

“Before you even entered my shop I could tell there was something different about you. It seems you have started to find your own purpose. You have a mission in mind and a goal to pursue. It’s why I left. I was this crutch you relied on far too much. Only in my absence would you find out you were digging yourself into a hole. You are a smart girl. And being controlled by others just doesn’t suit you.”

“So what should I do about Vali and the others?” Junko asked. “You said it yourself, they basically took me and the Hyena’s hostage.” With that, Marga went to one of her shelves.

“You have the advantage of having their trust, at the moment. Right now you have a couple of options.” Marga held up a small vial against the candle light and studied it. “You can turn against them and try to murder them in their sleep. Of course if that doesn’t go well…” Marga gave a dismissive shrug before putting the vial back down and picking up another. “You could also run. Although, with that many people under you, it’d be hard to escape with your gang in tow. So you’d likely have to give them up.”

“I don’t think I like either option.” Junko said with an annoyed look on her face and Marga gave that amused smirk again. And Junko was already starting to make up plentiful, fictional, scenarios that would wipe it off the witch’s face.

“Like I said,” Marga said and she tossed a vial towards Junko. The girl caught it and noticed the faint, blue, glow. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure there’s someone with a soft heart that would aid you.” The vial seemed to contain some kind of ethereal essence. Junko had a hard time peeling her eyes off of it. When Junko finally looked back up Marga was gone again. The Hyena leader knew it wasn’t a trick this time and that the witch wasn’t going to pop back up again for some time. She had told Junko what she believed the girl needed to hear. And had given her an object that would aid her. Showing that Marga had never really abandoned the girl.



Junko stepped out of the shop and wasn’t even a dozen steps away before colliding with someone. The vial flipped through the air but it was caught by the stranger.

“I would remind you that there’s a curfew but you don’t seem native to the area.” Junko didn’t recognize the female voice but realized the sky wasn’t black but her sight was covered by the large wingspan of the woman she caught a glance of a few weeks ago. The dark hair and large wings was something Junko hadn’t seen before in Valucia.

d1tcwtu-3946c8c7-d9fc-49db-9f9e-d38730451164.jpgHeather now wore a jacket with the insignia of The Order on an armband. Her green eyes had a faint glow to them. How Junko didn’t hear the woman approach, she didn’t know. Heather held up the vial to examine it further.

“You’re a Summoned, aren’t you?” Heather asked as she took her eyes away from the object to look Junko over. Junko nodded her head with her hand slowly reaching for her sidearm. “It’s a pretty big deal for a Summoned to be within Xactian borders without anyone knowing. Especially, since there are a few that are prohibited from crossing into the country.” Junko gulped. She had seen the aftermath of the Phoenix’s potential power. That was on a whole different level from what Junko could do, now. It’s the type of power she hoped to be able to contest in the future. But being caught so early would spell the end of whatever plans the Hyena leader had. “A Death Sentence.” That was what The Order leader had said would be the consequences for stepping back in her city.

“Hey,” Heather’s voice shocked Junko out of her daze. “You don’t look so hot.”

“Y-yeah.” Junko’s grip tightened on the pistol grip when Heather offered the vial back.

“It seems like you have something that belongs to the Head Priestess.” Junko released her grip from her sidearm and took the vial Heather held out. “Of course it’s late, so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I can take you to her then. In the meantime, you’ll stay with me at my place so I can keep an eye on you and not have people panicking at the mere sight of you. So that means no going anywhere in this city without me. The other Order soldiers that protect this city aren’t as lenient about other Summoned walking around. You’re quite lucky it was me that saw you, first.” Junko shivered at the thought of her being cut down like her men at the hands of those women, in the blink of an eye.
 
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Rojy watched as the individual left, his smile and caring expression dissolving into an emotionless one. He sighed for a second making sure the individual had truly left, moving the chair back to where it was.

However in the moment he moved the chair something inexplicable came from the wall and jumped slightly back from the surprise. Quickly composing himself he saw it was in fact a young woman with a fascinating creature by her side, he mostly looked at it before looking back at the girl with confusion clearly shown in his eyes. “Are you lost?” He asked before looking back at his hands showing he clearly had two.

“Eh? No, way!” Nemu exclaimed, digging into her hat once more.

She pulled out a poorly drawn image of a man with a black leather jacket, horns, dragon wings, and lasers coming from his eyes. One of the hands was crossed out in marker.

Nemu looked between Rojy and the ‘wanted’ poster, brows furrowed. Meanwhile, Gloop waddled up to the man and began to press his face into the hand until the goo started to slowly creep around it. “Ugh! That can’t be right. We used a whole tracking potion!”

She turned the image towards Rojy, “Well, have you seen this man?”

Rojy didn’t mind what Gloop was doing and even moved his hand into the slimes head almost as if he was patting it, “No… but judging by the image it seems inaccurate… also is it fine if I pet your… companion?” Rojy asked, his hand becoming covered in slime.

“Inaccurate? Impossible! I spoke to several eyewitnesses! This is definitely the guy!” Nemu said reproachfully, looking back at her drawing with an accusing eye. “He has to be around here somewhere! Unless, I got the wrong hand… but you’re not missing one either. Still! You ARE in an evil lair AND you talked with a BBEG. YOU have to be a suspect!”

Gloop continued to surround Rojy’s hand. Nemu gave a half wave as she thought about the puzzling situation. “Yeah, go ahead, he’s super friendly! Now, I must interrogate you for information! So don’t you go anywhere, would-be-villain!”

As she said this, Gloop’s slime instantly became highly caustic and began to burn away the outer flesh of Rojy’s hand. Longer exposure would likely dissolve the hand completely.

“AHHH! NO!” Nemu tackled the slime, trying to pull him off, “BAD SLIME! BAD!”

Slightly surprised but still composed Rojy suddenly moved his hand away effortlessly as the slime phased through him. He looked at his hand for a bit, it received a bit of burns but nothing too serious. “Is this your first time interrogating someone also what’s a BBEG?”

Gloop blobbed obliviously as Nemu pulled him away. “I am SO sorry! He has never done that! Never! I-I can fix this! I have one HP cookie left!”

Nemu quickly dug the cookie out of her hat and presented it to Rojy. “This will heal your hand. I hope you like cinnamon.”

She seemed deeply agitated, with worry all over her face. This guy might be a bad guy, but that didn’t mean he should be hurt! Eager to move the conversation away, Nemu was easily distracted by the question. “Oh, a BBEG is a Big Bad Evil Guy. They are like the final boss of the game usually, unless there is an EVEN bigger bad guy above them. That guy you were talking to was totally a BBEG - wait a minute! I’m the one asking the questions here!”

Rojy took the cookie, moving it near his mouth first smelling it to make sure nothing was fishy about it and decided to take a bite from it. He was taken by surprise, it tasted amazingly, much better than what SIN had given him before, he finished eating it quickly as a single tear drop slowly fell, he quickly brushed the tear away before witnessing the small wounds going away as if nothing. “That was good, thank you. You may go ahead and ask questions, but if I may I would like to ask you a couple things afterwards.” Rojy responded with a much better and clearly glad mood.

Nemu tried to pretend she didn't notice the tear and hummed to herself while holding Gloop in her arms. Was he having a flashback? Most villains had tragic backstories, but normally the hero didn't find out about it until much later in the development of the story. Maybe it was a bad day? Now she felt terrible for barging in and demanding justice at such an inconvenient time.

She smiled brightly at the compliment, feeling a bubble of pride swell in her chest. "Thank you! It's my Nan's recipe. She was the best baker in the whole world. Well, my world."

It was a relief when the maybe-bad-guy brightened up. She did so too, jumping up in excitement and causing Gloop to blob up and down with gravity. "HECK YEA! INTERROGATION TIME! Ok, ok, but first we gotta get comfy because i'm tired from all that running and crawling."

With a wave of her wand, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, she summoned two fluffy bean-bag chairs in the likeliness of chubby cats. She immediately flopped on the one nearest to her and motioned at the other for Rojy to sit on. "Sit, sit! Ok! First Question; What is your name! I'm Nemu - Wait i messed it up. You were supposed to ask that. Uh. Anyway, answer, villain!"

Rojy had rather glad expression on his face and quickly sat on the bean bag offered to him, upon hearing the first question Rojy simply responded, “It’s Rojy, I don’t know if that’s a weird name to you, although judging by it normal for each of us means something different” Rojy chuckled to himself a bit.

“Pfft, weird names are the best names.” Nemu said in a matter-of-fact tone. She took out a glitter pen and her Adventure Journal from her hat. “Ok, next question. What is your favourite colour?”

Rojy took a deep sigh looking at the wall next to him, “I guess it depends, I’d say it’s… Green, orange, and grey.” Rojy responded holding up his hand and showing three of his fingers.

Nemu nodded her head and flicked her glitter pen with a finger, changing the ink to the colours Rojy mentioned. “Ok, third question!” she cleared her throat before quite suddenly shifting to a serious tone “Did you or did you not kill the guild leader in Tesirael?”

“Nope” Rojy responded calmly lowering his arm, “but I know who did” he remarked back, “Also I’ll let you continue your questions but will you be willing to hear what I have to say afterwards?”

The look of disappointment on Nemu’s face instantly changed to hopeful curiosity. “Yes, of course! The Heroic Handguide to Heroism says that you must always leave room for villainous dialogue. But… if you didn’t do it then who did? Oh is it a secret? Will you be killed if you say the truth? Are you in danger?!”

“I wouldn’t say I’m in danger, and the one I’m referring to has tried to kill me on many occasions, so it doesn’t really matter… any more questions?” Rojy leaned forward seemingly ready to answer more questions.

“Uhhh… right, ok next question…” Nemu said, more than a little concerned. “Is this your evil lair or are you just a henchman? Have you ever caught a good guy? Like, a real super hero?”

Rojy took a deep breath before slowly slouching on the bean bag. “I’m not sure, I guess it depends on the situation, most of the time I just work... alone, while some other times… I cooperate with some individuals. As for kidnapping I don’t really kidnap people, also more than a villain I’m just someone trying to achieve goals you know?” He said slouching more and more.

“So, like, a Chaotic Neutral? Anti-villain? Anti-hero? NPC guy?” Nemu tilted her head and frowned. She sat cross-legged on her cushion with Gloop in her lap and the adventure journal balanced on his head. “Aww boo… I had these questions prepared for a villain. Welp, I guess I can just skip sections C to E. That just leaves the top secret question.”

she looked rather- serious and hopeful, despite the silliness of her following words, “You’re a summoned, like me. So I need to know. Were there aliens in your world?”

Rojy looked back at Nemu with a more serious look, moving himself back up to the bean bag, he didn’t respond immediately. It got quiet for a second before Rojy responded, “Nope” he said instantly changing into a smile, “Although we were incredibly technologically advanced compared to many of the summoned… the stars and beyond were pretty empty… Although I guess there was some sort of alien life but that was either microscopic organisms or just plants created to facilitate easier settling.” Rojy explained further, “Also I figured you were a summoned which is why I want to talk to you after all of this is done.”

“Aww, that sucks” Nemu’s shoulders sagged in disappointment at the answer. She had really hoped aliens existed somewhere. Maybe in another world. “Well, that’s all my questions, Mr. Rojy. You’re not really a super villain so the interrogation was kinda short, but thanks anyway. It was totally fun! Good practice for a real baddie, y’know. So, uh, what did you wanna talk about?”

“No worries at all.” Rojy responded, straightening his back fully before leaning towards Nemu, “What I wanted to talk about was more of an offer. You are a summoned and you seem to have some incredible potential and I never want to see potential wasted so I’m offering a job opportunity for you.” Rojy stated, “How does that sound?”

“Oh… oh! A job! Yeah, about that. I just got a job as a knight, so I really gotta find this bad guy and pass in the quest. Although I’m not totally sure where Vampire Lady is…huh...” Nemu frowned, seeming to have only thought of this problem now, “This stuff is really tough without quest markers.”

“Oh… you’re a knight… ” Rojy looked surprised before looking down for a second, “Correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t knight a title and not a job, besides if you do accept my job offer you’ll get to keep your knighthood, working multiple jobs is nothing new.” Rojy responded before looking at gloop for a second and getting a small grin on his face, “Also since you say you are a knight you must be an individual of remarkable skill in some aspect, so if you do accept my offer I would like to see what you are capable of, think of it as an evaluation of sorts.”

“It’s a title I guess. Usually also a class.” Nemu pulled at the edge of her hat thoughtfully. Gloop did not stare back at Rojy, for he had no eyes. He simply jiggled enigmatically. “Buuuut, I guess I COULD take a few side quests for bonus XP. I am the greatest rising hero in Mollug, after all! Heroes should always stop for side quests because what sort of hero rating would you have if you didn’t help people! Duh! Also, I happen to be completely broke, so you’ve caught me at a good time!”

“... I’ll take that as a yes then...” Rojy stood back up from the bean bag and walked to the nearby desk, grabbing a loose paper and a clipboard lying around, “All right, we’ll do the evaluation now, follow me.” he said heading out to the door.

“H-hey wait up!” Nemu called after Rojy. She scooped up Gloop in her arms and ran to catch up with Rojy, “Uh, what type of evaluation? I hope it’s not a written test, because i’ll be real with you, I’m pretty bad at them.”

Rojy chuckled a bit as he turned his head back, “It won’t be a written test… I haven’t prepared any and I don't want to make you wait any longer, it’ll be more of an audition to show me what you got… when we get to the room I’ll explain further” Rojy explained before turning back his head and heading to the room Hakai used as a Training room. Nemu with Gloop, her trusty companion followed with a seeming mixture of relief, excitement, and anxiety.
 
=FROSTFIRE, MIKHAIL, MEIRA=
REUNION WITH THE BROTHERHOOD

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As Kez entered, a smirk curled on Felicia's lips. "Straight to business. I like that," she remarked. At most, the two were acquaintances; they'd exchanged pleasantries back at the first summoning, and she was aware that she... appeared different. Wariness was natural. "Before that, I suppose I shall introduce you." She motioned to her two accomplices, extending an arm in front of the beastwoman. "This is Meira Aarle, royal advisor for the late Princess Athena of Nortestra. She once presided in Castellan before the Second Siege..." For a moment, her confident smile softened to one of tender gratefulness. "And, I wasn't... 'conscious' at the time, but... she's the reason I'm still alive..."

Meira stifled an embarrassed chuckle, bowing respectfully—partially to hide her warming face.

Frostfire extended her other arm to the man in slim, futuristic garb. "And this gentleman is Mikhail Abramov. He hails from a long line of Czarsnikeian nobility, and he's found 'work' across nations. However, one particular nation has proved themselves as a thorn in his 'work.' And no matter how much they trim the rose, the thorn always comes back."

Mikhail raised a fist, which Felicia caught in a side glance. She released a breath through her nose. "As it is, Mikhail has been planning a coup in Mollug for years. The wealthy dominate their government. They are dangerously uncontrollable, and they need more than a chain leash and a muzzle. He's already planted a few agents among the cities to escalate his plans." At this point, Kez must've seen the direction they were heading. "'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' From one summoned to another. It would be undoubtedly beneficial for an alliance between our rebellions." At once, silent befell the tent. Frostfire noticed some of Kez's troops looking and muttering to each other. Some eyed her and her entourage with suspicion; others with an open mind. All that mattered was gaining the say of their leader. "I believe we have much to discuss, Kez'athal."
 
=THE AEDEHANA=
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Juju Juju (Kotori & Wakinyan) YsFanatic YsFanatic (Charon) Solirus Solirus (Golem) Gohan510 Gohan510 (Hitori) Snackofthefuture Snackofthefuture (Bastion) SirDerpingtonIV SirDerpingtonIV (Hamriah) @AnyoneElseMissed​

The egg on two wheels bumbled across the uneven terrain, teetering left and right with each stone it ran over. Its eye remained still as her hoof dangled over it. "Plus rapide, Carmen!" she yelled. "Even when I made yourself a better self—!" Aede pushed herself up, now standing on the rapidly driving egg cart to peer ahead at their trajectory. "In the snowy wastes, said his bird, up north days away! For he who—!" Aede sniffed, flinching her head at the scent. Again! She sniffed once more. It's unmistakable! We are inseparable after all! Praise the Heavens! "The path, Carmen! It is ever-changing!" she bellowed.

With the point of her finger, the egg cart warped its trajectory with a sharp turn to the left. Aede toppled over with inertia; her feet slammed against the ground as she reached for the cart's wheel leg. The egg cart kept driving, and Aede then fell on her face—yet she never let go. The cart dragged her across the ground, racing towards the direction she pointed towards. Aede leaned her head up so her antlers didn't get caught on the floor. "Ma chérie!" she cried. "Ma chérie!"

Then a crash. Metal creaked. The noise of a racing cart ended, as did Aede's cries. The egg cart lodged its wheel into a larger rock, and physics catapulted its back end—and Aede—high into the air. Aede cackled, flapping her arms while caught in the state of no control.

A close distance to a group of other bizarre individuals, the wreckage made land. The egg cart bounced and rolled across the ground, leaving a crater of impact with each bounce. It stopped on its side, wheels still spinning. Aede landed beside the egg cart with a hard 'thud,' kicking up a faint cloud of dirt. Her limbs bent in ways they shouldn't have been. Her face was dug into the ground as she cried "Carmen!" in a muffle. As if on cue, the egg cart creaked. With dirt falling off its side, it righted itself on its two wheels. Aede perked her head up, eyeing the egg cart, then the group before her.

"The scent..." she whined quietly, straining her throat while sounding on the verge of tears. "Why does it end here?!" She raised her crooked arms, breaking and bending themselves into their regular, healthy shape, to push herself off the ground. She fell back onto her bottom, gazing at her broken legs. "Putain!" She grabbed one leg, forcing pressure onto it as the bones cracked once more. She forced its shape back to normal, pushing in splintered bone and jamming some pieces back into its proper position. Some hair-like fragments flew off during the process, and she quickly moved to work on the other leg.

"One of you... Why does one of you have her scent..." she spat, fixing the last of her legs. She planted her face onto her knees, hugging them like a weeping child. "The scent of my beautiful, young girl! My baby!" After a minute, she bent her head back, glaring at each individual for a time. Despite the oddities before her, she stood back up without a care in the world. The egg cart wheeled itself behind her as she approached the group. "I beseech of you!" she wailed, head shivering. "Tell me where she is! Tell me you have done no wrong to her!"

She sniffed the air, flicking her head to the side; towards Kotori. She sniffed again, and she flicked her gaze at Charon. With a third sniff, she finally set her on Kotori. "I ask, I beg, you take!" she cried, approaching the girl. "Why, oh why!" She raised her arms in above, staring into the heavens—asking to whatever God she thought was listening. And in a second, Aede reached for Kotori's shoulders. "Do you have her smell?"
 
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Susan and Golem

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Smol Collab by: Juju Juju and Solirus Solirus

Susan blinked in pleasant surprise when she saw the plus-sized knight begin to speak in sign language. It had been a LONG time since she had to use it, but she figured she wasn’t too rust not to get her point across.

With a small smirk she began to sign out a response. “Hell yeah, I’m the commander. That’s underling 1, underling 1.5, underling 2, underling 3, Hug Lord of Doom 3000, and underling 4.”

Golem paused for a second before responding back with sign language: “Very well Commander, I will be under your service then. Should you have any question ask me directly either through signs or voice… I cannot communicate through voice but I can understand your words.” with that said Golem looked at all the underlings of The Commander assessing them.

“That’s a relief. As fun as this is, talking is way easier. No offense. I’ll keep it up for now… it’s amusing to see the reaction of the others. Also, they won’t know anything that is being said, so I can just make up stuff as we go.”

She paused long enough to innocently wave at Hitori, who seemed to be worried about her safety. Did this metal...thing… actually intend to do her bidding? If so, her retirement plan was going to be one heck of a lot easier.

Susan returned to signing at Golem, “Anyway, do you have a name? Because if not, I’m going to give you one. Actually, I still might give you one if I don’t like your answer. Commander stuff. This is just how great leaders work.”

Golem turned back to face Susan, quickly responding to her question in sign language, “Upon my creation I was given the name: Golem.”

“Wow, that was the best your creator could do? Disappointing. Even my creator, as awful as they were, used some flair. I’ll let you in on it, since I know you don’t have loose lips. S-U54 is what they called me, but you can call me Susan.” She tilted her head and quirked a brow, “So, what do you do? Anything I should know about before I send you to destroy my enemies? Do you just kinda follow anything I say?”

“Very well, Susan...” Golem paused for a bit before responding again in sign language, “My purpose is to eliminate Threats.” Golem paused again and then answered the second question, “Since you are The Commander, anything you say or command, I will do. You may ask more questions and it is recommended that the questions be specific for the least amount of time wasted.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just tell me what a threat is and we’re good to go.” Susan waved a hand dismissively at the end and laid back down in the moss.

Golem paused for a second, looking at all the underlings before finally using sign language, “A Threat by simple definition is an entity, creature, object, person, or other unclassifiable things that do not belong or are not meant to exist and as such need to be removed due to their danger, as such the name Threat. Threats come in many forms: A divine being able to harness divine powers that may weave reality in certain ways, creatures who are supposed to remain dead but do not, entities from other dimensions usually using mind altering abilities as well as disruption in reality to attempt to phase into the reality by creating cults, creatures from other dimensions which can be classified as demons, creatures that mess with the life force or what is known as souls in many places. However all these Threats are able to take many forms which can-”

“Whoa, whoa, 20 words or less. I’m busy being a commander. Actually, nevermind, I’ll just learn as I go.” she clapped her hands together, then returned to speaking rather than signing. “Ok, first command; pick me up and carry me around. I’ve got less stamina in my old age. These bones just ain’t what they used to be.”

Golem paused for a second longer than usual, “Command is too vague, please specify in what way you wish to be picked up and carried around?”

“Ugh, how is technology not THAT advanced yet! I don’t know, put me on your shoulder or something. I wanna be as tall as Wakinyan.”

Without responding Golem picked up Susan from the hoodie, lifting her high before gently placing her in it’s left shoulder. The girl was expressionless and limp as she was lifted, as if this was an everyday occurrence for her. This expression was maintained as she looked between Wakinyan and herself, finding the combined height of herself and her new minion to be just a bit lacking. Of course, she solved this by standing on Golem’s shoulders.

“Ha. We’re the tallest now.” she said to Wakinyan, who wasn’t even paying attention anymore. “Hey minions, I’ve got a new underling. His name is Black Knight.”

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