I - DIVIDED

[yoikes]

The young noble stood in front of the mirror, staring and admiring his own look. Neatly combed hair, bright blue eyes... As perfect as usual. A sudden knock, followed by a soldier who entered his office without permission interrupted him.


"What?" He hissed. "Whatever news you bring, it better be worth it... Or you can say hi to the demons."


"Lord Arnburg, a bird arrived this morning." The soldier held out a small piece of paper, handing it out to his master. "It's important."


The noble took and read it carefully, grinning as he deciphered the secret code one by one.


"This is perfect! Perfect!" He threw his arms up in the air, happy and excited. "Hurry, tell our allies about this news!"


----


Aiko


Location: Bastion's meeting room.


Mood: Sleepy


Tags: n/a


Aiko yawned. She never really used of wake up so early in the morning, even back in their world. Her teammate would laugh at her and their coach would scold her about it. God, those days feel like it happened years ago. Japan and the world are probably crazy about her sudden disappearance. That or her management try to cover it up as she leaving for "family reasons", but she knew that her fans would notice that something if off. Those hopeless rich nerds are smart.


Anyway, Aiko is the first one to arrive in the meeting room this morning. She headed straight here after grabbing  a sandwich from the crowded dining hall, filled with soldiers, warriors, and knights who are looking for something to eat before starting their morning training or leaving for patrol. Aiko sat on one of the empty chairs surrounding the wooden round table, quietly eating her sandwich while waiting for someone else to show up.

 

[Daimao]

Kristopher


Location: Bastion's meeting room


Tags: @too much idea


Kris walked into the meeting room, holding a plate with a slab of meat on it in one hand, and moving his bangs out of his right eye with the other hand. He sat down at the table and gave a nod to Aiko in greeting, the movement causing his bangs to fall back over his eye. As he used his utensils to eat his breakfast, Kris briefly thought about this new world.


It was very different from his native country of Germany, and, obviously, it was a completely different time period from his former world. And this world was at war. Kristopher hated war, and hoped that this one would be over soon. Contemplation done, Kris focused back to his breakfast and continued to eat quietly.

 

[Cipah]

Giovanni


Location: Erce


Giovanni's eyes flickered open, the dreams of his former life floating away into nothingness to be replaced by the cracked cream ceiling of the building in which he resided. He rose off of the stone slab that was his bed, stretching and cracking his worn limbs to return them to their former lustre.


Soon dressed, Giovanni exited the building, his clothing immediately caught up in the wind that plagues this area of the land. It carried with it particles of sand which obscured vision beyond a few feet. Giovanni sighed—he had traded the greys of his former life for the creams of this one. He knew he must stay resolute, however, as soon his life would be a golden one.


He wandered to the outskirts of town and into the desert, off in search of breakfast. Before long he runs into a large, overgrown lizard which hisses at him—its lips retracting to show three separate rows of small, sharp teeth. It charges, speeding quickly at Giovanni through quick, short steps while never keeping its feet on the ground for long. It hopped into the air, allowing momentum to guide it towards its prey.


Giovanni's arm moves in a wide arc, the tips of his fingers on his open palm spawns small, red bubbles. They fly towards the lizards mouth, entering them and causing small explosions which rupture the creature's organs and causing it to fall limply to the ground. It didn't take long for the creature to die of blood loss. 


Kneeling down, Giovanni began tearing the rough hide from the creature's body and revealing the pink flesh beneath. He used its shell to protect it from the sand while using small bubbles which created tiny explosions below the creature's meat to cook it. The smell was divine. Who needed fast food when you had this?

 

[ChazGhost]

Chaz Spirt


Location- Bastion's meeting room


Tags- @too much idea @Daimao


Chaz was finishing his breakfast, eggs and ham, before he quietly walked to and enter the meeting hall. He noticed Kris and Aiko were already there sitting at the table. "Good morning..." Chaz said quietly before sitting as far as he could away from Aiko. He been working on talking to girls and gotten as far as not faint outright when pretty one said something to him, but not farther then that.

 

[RaynaFon]

Kitsondra


Someplace near Bastion's warfront


As the shadows that impaled the suspended demon disappeared, it dropped to the ground with a thud, slowly gasping for breathe before it finally stopped moving for good. Kitsondra set to work immediately. Putting down her black box, she opened it up and took out a knife that she 'borrowed' from one of the dead soldiers'; since it wasn't like they'd need it anymore. Slowly plunging the knife into the side of the snake-like demon, she opened it up. 


The first two times she had done this, black blood had sprayed everywhere and it took forever to wash it off. After awhile she slowly got better. Now she knew more or less where to cut and how to remove the organs no matter the shape or size since they share a similar body structure. Interestingly, most demons don't have a stomach. In it's place there is a heart, or a beating 'core' to say. Kitsondra heard that the organs of demons sold for very high prices in the black market due to the power they hold inside them, especially the hearts, and their rarity. There aren't many people who can take down a demon as well as the summoned can. Honestly to Kit, it didn't matter the reason or what they'd be used for. She had the means, and needed this worlds form of currency. Having removed the heart and the rest of the organs, she put them and the knife into her box and closed it. Counting everything out in her head, Kitsondra totaled twenty hearts, fourteen pairs of eyes, seven things that looked like lungs (maybe?) and three rather large organs she wasn't sure of at all. Compared to the hearts it wasn't alot, but that's sadly due to the face her main method of attacking is impalement. So by focusing on saving one part of the body, the others tend to get destroyed in it's place.


 Kitsondra also didn't have a choice in the matter too. Despite being one of the summoned, the demons were quite strong to. They came in all different shape and sizes, each with their own strengths, weaknesses and powers. So she didn't have the option of going easy on them. She's also only had her power's for three months now, so Kitsondra couldn't really call herself a master at her magic either.


"Shall we find the next prey?"


"No, we should wait and let her recover her power"


"Ha, where's the fun in that? She can't get stronger doing that can she?"


"If she get's hurt then it'll be your fault"


"You're both fools. It doesn't matter what either of you want. What we do is for our lady to decide"


"Now, now. No point in fighting right"


 


"Tsk.."


"Will you be continuing your hunt lady?"


Kitsondra was quiet, as she listened to the voices of the shadows around her. After a minute of standing in silence, she picked up her box by the handle and opened her mouth.


"No, I think I have enough to make a good amount. Besides, I think it's nearing the time that we've overstayed our welcome. I'm headed north now."


"North? Then.."


"Yes," Kitsondra began to walk away from Bastion and it's war zone. "It's time for us to go to Reeves."

 

[Ensig]

Irie Etherite || Demon's Tongue
​

Location: Reeves, Eastern Black Market District


Mood: Focused


Tags: --






"'Eeeeey, kid, don' ignore meee!"


A small cloaked figure walked briskly through the dark alleys that made up Reeves' Eastern 'Market District' -- which is said in quotation marks because it wasn't so much a market as is was a gathering of scoundrels. Testament to that fact was the absence of hawkers and stalls, and the large presence of bald, scrabby bearded, leather-armor wearing bandit-like men like the man that had just shouted. In response to his call, the many rogues -- clothed in anything from rags to exquisite noble attire -- in the surroundings snickered.


Moments prior, he had said something vulgar to the cloaked one, despite them having the appearance of a 1X year old. Truly, the man was complete filth. The scum of society. Rotten to his core. Calling him an insect -- nay, a cockroach -- would be an insult to the entire Insecta Class. Such a person was a failure as a human being... But fit right in in the Port City Reeves.


Still, him fitting in didn't make him special.


If anything, it made him a dime of a dozen. It was after concluding so that the small girl had decided to ignore him. To her, his threatening tone was like the wind blowing past -- no, it was even less than that. His words weren't even comparable to dust settled on the street, dust that had a presence so minute not even insects would notice it.


"I saiiid don't. Ignore. ME!" the bandit repeated, this time intending to get his point across physically as he grabbed her shoulder from behind. His actions were no doubt due to his lacking vocabulary, the girl figured without turning to face him. "Din' you get taught t' respect yer elders? This here Tibuscenes got a big 'eart, so I 'ldn't mind fergiven ya if y' took care o' a big 'problem' o' mine..."


With a vulgar smile, the man pressed his lower body -- particularly a certain organ -- against the girl's back. At this, the hooligans in the surroundings simply chuckled... But their laughter didn't come from the man's antics, nor the suffering of the young girl. Instead, their laughter was out of pity for the man.


"--."


"Hah? What'd y' say?"


"I said: Disgusting."


Turning her cloaked head, the girl repeated herself. Her eyes under the stone mask she wore gave off a tinge of superiority as she glared at 'Tibuscenes'. It was the type of look one would give after finding out their friend had willingly digested excrement for the sake of impressing their crush. For a moment -- only a moment -- the bandit shuddered, but once that moment passed his anger got the better of him, turning his face red with anger and forcing his mouth open.


"Your next line is: 'What'd y' say you little shit'."


"What'd y' say you little shi-- huh?!"


"So that sort of line actually worked, huh? How pitiful."


"How the he--"


"Because your vocabulary is only large enough to form half a circle around a kidney bean, you fool. Are you a caveman? No, surely you're nothing but a monkey. A monkey that failed to draw in a mate at a young age with its poor excuse for a d**k, causing its mind to stutter against anything other than young girls of all things. A man with the body of a monkey and a mind of a child. That's how it is, right, monkey? -- No, perhaps calling you a monkey is too much of an honor... Ah, I know. You're just the dirt under a diseased man's finger -- useless, dirty, and too negligible to even think about in the grand scheme of things. Regardless of that, however, you're still absolutely disgusting."


Making a 'thumbs-down' to punctuate her point, the girl scowled under her mask. Her words were wielded like a spear, effortlessly jabbing at the bandit's poor heart, but not an ounce of pity was felt. The abuse was especially effective because her assumption was spot on. Whether she knew it or not, Poor Tibuscenes, once a small-time noble, had been rejected by his first love for the size of his poor johnny. Despite the woman being of higher class than he, he had lashed out at the girl... Only to be thrown out of his household a day later, needing to resort to banditry ever since. He had been a young teen at the time... And since then, he had only managed to get a reaction to young girls. With tears in his eyes, the man shouted out in rage.


"Y'wanna die you--"


"«Silence, you poor excuse for a man»."


Only for his words to become caught in his throat. Confusion showed clearly on his face as he grabbed at his neck, desperately trying to understand how he had become a mute. The girl, not caring for his befuddlement, continued.


"This is Reeves, the city of scum. People like you are everywhere..." she muttered, looking around. The men and women in the surroundings who knew her identity avoided eye contact, while certain individuals became red in the face under her disgusted gaze. "But even here trash is put in its place to stay out of the people's strides" she continued, turning and thrusting her hand to the underside of his loins. "«Let stone surround your skin» and repent for crossing my path, scum."


At her words, the skin surrounding his two grapes and banana became coated in stone at the girl's words. Reacting to the paranormal phenomena, the man's face contorted in pain. The stone shell was only half a millimeter thick... But unlike mud or dirt that would crumple with the shifting of one's muscles, the stone retained its shape, forcing his organs to do the same. He tried to shout out in pain, but try as he might to release the stress and agony he was now feeling, his voice continued to be halted at the tip of his throat. With a cold, rough sensation brushing against his loins, the man's legs wobbled...


*CRCKKK*


"----!!!!"


Before crumbling completely when the girl -- the woman -- known as the Demon's Tongue tightened her grip and cracked the stone around his skin. The men in the surroundings cringed at the sight of the bandit (now in the fetal position with his mouth foaming and his eyes going white), and prayed a silent prayer for all the innocent children that had just been sacrificed for his ignorance. The women shuddered with a mix of respect and fear at the girl's actions, with the former having witnessed the Demon's Tongue enact several such punishments, while the latter had only just become aware of her brutality. Finally, the final group of people, the perverts, breathed heavily as they looked upon the poor Tibuscenes with envy. No one in the surroundings could see the cloaked woman's face, hidden as it was behind a mask of stone, leaving them to imagine her expression as she ended the lives of thousands of Tibuscenes' children before they were even born.


Of course, the damages she had done weren't as severe as the surroundings might think. The real identity of 'Demon's Tongue', Irie Etherite, knew that at best the bandit would become traumatized by the experience, possibly turning him into a eunuch... But considering his interests laid in little girls, that wasn't a problem. Furthermore, the event would make sure that she wasn't disturbed by Tibuscenes again, so the punishment was adequate. 


Feeling no need to look back at the man's pitiful appearance, Irie turned and continued on her way. She had a schedule to keep, after all.




Little did she know her actions sparked a flame in the bandit's heart... For the first time since his childhood, the thought of something other than breaking a child's heart caused a reaction in a certain part of his body. Another pervert was born that day.

 

[yoikes]

Aiko


Location: Bastion's meeting room.


Mood: Still sleepy


Tags: @ChazGhost @Daimao


"I'm boooooreeeedddd." She suddenly started complaining, starting a conversation (centered around her, of course). Giving her cutest pout, an expression worth at least a hundred thousand Yen, she stared at her two companions. Boys, the two of them. They are always weak on this kind of stuff, right? "Hey, hey, what are meeting this morning about? Is it about that 'Seeker' stuff? Sending people to after the traitor- i mean, the Backturners?"


"I'm not sure if it's going to be as easy as in anime or manga~" Aiko said, taking another bite of her sandwich. She chewed and swallowed it, then quickly continue. "Aren't we better off without them? You can't force anyone to do whatever they don't want to do after all?"

 

[Daimao]

Kristopher


Location: Bastion's meeting room


Tags: @too much idea @ChazGhost


Kris looked up from his breakfast as Aiko spoke. Raising an eyebrow at her, he finished chewing the bite that was in his mouth before speaking. "I believe you are correct in your assumption," he said, before chewing another bite if meat. Once he finished this piece, he continued. "I have heard that we cannot win this war without the others." He shrugged, moving his bangs out from over his right eye. "It is better to try to convince them to join us than to fight a war that isn't going anywhere."

 

[Lava]

Mo Tan


Location: Damia, Market Square


“Lady, I think you got the wrong girl here,” Mo said with her hands on her narrow hips. The lady in front of her was rather podgy, with more than your usual amount of chins, and her round face was currently as red as a tomato. “But I saw you take it! Give it back!” She screamed, getting in Mo’s face and giving her a little shove on the shoulder “I’ll call my husband!” Mo looked shocked “Someone actually married you?” She exclaimed, and somehow the tomato-faced woman flushed an even darker shade of crimson “Lady, look, here” Mo said as she turned out all of her obvious pockets “Ya see? Nothing! Now I’d best be going!” Mo said and pulled out the cinnamon bun from her pocket and took a big bite. The fat lady looked like she was about to strike Mo, but instead she called for her husband “Bertie! Come ‘ere now!” She yelled. Whilst her attention was elsewhere Mo zipped away, hiding atop a building.  To onlookers it seemed as though she’d just teleported. The fat baker was below her, looking around in bewilderment. An older man, who wasn’t quite as fat, ran outside to join her. Mo giggled and placed a decoy down below. Her clone appeared hiding behind a corner, and then stood up to run away.


She wondered just how long the man would chase after her before giving up or making the decoy disappear. Having had her fun, Mo blinked down to the floor once more, only to smile and place a few coins into the woman’s huge man-hands before zipping away again back to her perch. She loved pranks, but she wasn’t really a thief. She understood how thieves ruined hard work. Besides, the cinnamon bun was delicious. It was soft, fluffy, sweet, and baked to perfection. Mo couldn’t have hoped to ever make something so Devine. She’d caught the attention of a few down below who were pointing at her and whispering, but most were just going about their day. Damia was a peaceful coastal city. 


Mo peered down at them and squinted. A teenage boy was with his father. The father was tall, tanned and muscular. He had a sailors cap on and she could smell the fish on him from her perch up high. But sailor meant boat. Boat meant transport. Transport meant she didn’t have to find an Inn for the night. She hated being confined to a room, and she loved the sea. Back home Mo had only ever seen it in picture books and on the internet. She lived in a big city with no colour scheme other than grey. She decided to tail him close behind. 


Target code name: Sailor-Boy


Mission START


She thought to herself, standing up and scoffing the rest of the delicious pastry. The sailor turned and began walking, browsing the various store fronts. Mo appeared about three meters behind him and fell into a casual walk through the crowd. When he stopped to look at some fishing spears, mo would pretend to be interested in the books of a previous store. When he picked up the pace, Mo would do so as well.


Mission report, Sailor-boy NOT suspicious


It took all of Mo’s patience to keep doing this as the minutes kept rolling on whilst the man talked to his boy and looked at the stores. She was starting to think he wasn’t going to his boat, but eventually he did begin heading for the docks.


Mission report, Sailor-Boy has reached the coop


Commence Stowaway


Stage two, sneak on the boat. Easy enough. She blinked past the sailor boy and then blinked again onto his boat. It was quite big really, and had a few rooms inside. Mo had to find a hiding spot quickly, so she tore open the lid of a box in the cargo hold. Inside was just a bunch of fabrics and patterns and sewing stuff, so she fit super easily. Mo pulled the box lid over her head, and looked through a small crack in the box.

 

[Cipah]

Giovanni


Location: Erce


Finished with his breakfast, Giovanni returned to the small town which had become his base of operations. It was perfect for him, obscured as it was by great swathes of sand swept up in the great winds that roared throughout the area.


The town was a modest one. The buildings made up of small stone huts which were only the size of one room in a house back home. The people all had much darker skin than him, and wore heavy robes to block out the sand which would otherwise bite at the skin. The people were humble and content with their minimalist and extremist lifestyle. They were not really equipped to deal with invaders, given that they were hidden from all others.


The locals were swarming this way and that when Giovanni arrived. Upon noticing his presence, they all kept their gazes low and bowed respectfully. They were fearful. They probably hated him within their heads, though Giovanni didn't mind. He was in charge now. A rogue god, not wanting to help fight the good fight. He didn't ask for that kind of responsibility; it didn't interest him. Instead he retreated to this secluded area and stumbled upon the town. They were wary of him, but he soon asserted himself enough to rule. He showed off his abilities and they realised he was one of those gods that graced the land with their presence. They were not quite ignorant to recent happenings, it seemed. They also realised he'd turned his back on the 'noble cause' the other idiots had gotten themselves swept up in. They didn't like him for that. They didn't dare try anything, though. They knew he was too powerful. 


He returned to his house—the biggest one of the bunch, naturally—and rested for a while. If he was to expand his little community, he knew he would have to venture out of the sands once again. That could wait a little while, though. Today was a day of rest for Giovanni.

 

[ChazGhost]

Chaz Spirt


Location- Bastion's meeting room


Tags- @too much idea @Daimao

"...From what I heard that what the meeting is about..." Chaz said quietly. He smiled and was excited for second when Aiko said something about anime. ...I wonder how much anime I'm missing... I hope I'll be able to catch up... Chaz thought as Kris talked. Chaz then looked down for a second before saying "...Kris is right we need them, we aren't making much progress... or any against the demons so we could use the help..."

 

[RaynaFon]

Kitsondra


Road from Bastion to Reeves


Kitsondra had been walking for a good while now, but thinking about the time it'd take to get to Reeves made her a bit depressed. She was walking on foot, so it'd take a few days at best to get there. Which meant walking, for a few days...on foot. Not something she was looking forward to.


"If it's bothersome then why don't you move through the shadows?" 


Kitsondra shook her head.


"No that's not a good idea. It would only do more bad than good at this moment"


"I don't understand"


"Explain, explain. You never retain knowledge do you?"


"It's simple really. I'm not skilled enough to travel like that for long distances during the day. It would leave me tired, quickly and if something were to happen, I'd be stuck out in the middle of nowhere. Training my powers is good, but hard training like that has a time, and this isn't it. Maybe It'd be good to do a bit of training at night when it's easier though."


Kitsondra stopped walk and moved of to the side of the road. Finding a good spot behind a boulder and away from prying eyes, she drew on her powers. Shadows gathered around her hands and danced between them gleefully.


"There is something I can do right now however. I wish.. to make a body for one of you."


"Oh!?"


"Please, let me serve!"


"A body, please call on me!"


As the many voices of her shadows called out to her, hoping for the chance to interact with the world and their master physically, Kitsondra closed her eyes and focused on the voice that seemed to be the most fit for the form she wanted to make. Letting the picture of the snake demon appear in her head, Kitsondra hands set to work, molding the shadows that had gathered into a tangible form. A big, long body, while huge was slim and held no room for fat, only lean and strong muscle. A large head, with a snout, forked tongue and letal fangs. Purple, shining eyes and black scales covering the entire body were added. As she made her creation, time as lost to Kit a few minutes turned into an hour and then two. Opening her eyes, a ghastly, shadowly version of the snake demon she had killed stood before her. Black smoke-like gusts rippled from off it's body. Turning it's head from side to side, told her that she was successful in putting one of her shadows into the body. Noticing her looking at it, the snake bowed it's head.


"Thank you for this body. I will use it for you as best as possible. What is your order?"


"Lucky.."


"How come him?.."


"Missed my chance."


"I'm sure another shall come along."


Ignoring the disappointed voices, Kitsondra hopped onto the body of the snake and held onto it's neck tight.


"...Mush."


"...This is my first ord.."


After a small tap to the side from Kitsondra's foot, the snake stopped it's complaining


"Sigh, I understand. I shall safely bring you to Reeves" 


Dashing out from behind the boulder, Kit made her way to Reeve, much faster, atop her snake. Satisfied at the speed they were going, and sure that  nothing in it's right mind would attack her, or even get close for that matter, riding a giant snake, Kit hugged the snake tighter and closed her eyes as a bit of rest for the trip would be good.

 

[Ironrot]

Walt - At The Bastion - @too much idea @Daimao @ChazGhost


Walt sat on the edge of his bed, twisting his head to work the tension out of his neck. He had not slept well, but that was not unusual. Stretching backwards, he looked around his room. The lights were out. The torches were sodden and he knew without trying that they would not light. He had to exert himself to open the warped door to his cupboard before he donned his flannel shirt and a pair of cloth pants that had been provided after he explained the he was not going to wear a skirt on a regular basis. That had been a frustrating conversation. Turning back in the door way to collect his axe and cap he wondered if he should be concerned by the increasingly misshapen brickwork that surrounded his bed..


The axe made a thud on the old wood of the table. Walt would admit that he had intended to be quieter if someone raised the point but he preferred to pretend that he had not heard anything. He picked up a piece of fruit not unlike an apple and took a bite. It was probably the placebo effect but he could feel the weight coming off his shoulders as the sugar took hold of his system. With half a bite of apple pushed into his cheek, Walt addressed the others.


"But how do you get them back? I mean, to be frank; Refusing to help seems like a perfectly normal response to kidnap. Not to mention that we have no idea where they'd be."


Little disclaimer here: I'm going to be putting bits of 'pop-psychology' in these posts because my character knows about it but I don't. Do not take any of my 'advice' to heart, good chance its compete B.S.


If you feel the need to talk to anyone then I'd recommend you find someone who has studied the relevant fields.