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Better Layton Never: Execute Thread #66 !.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555903[Last 50 Posts]

#BLN #Better Layton Never #Ask/Invite #IC

Star Wars III soundtrack - Order 66 and the Jedi Temple

>In the cold and dim interior of a resplendent star cruiser a figure looks out a wide viewport at the endless expanse of space itself. His hands, gnarled and greyed, fold behind his back. He gazes at the canvas of stars speckling a black void and grins, revealing atrocious rotten teeth in his saggy mouth.

Ah, good. The time has finally arrived. For years I've spent waiting...biding my time until at last the monolith that was the Jedi reign became complacent. Dull. Ignorant and arrogant. The 'balance' by which the Jedi strive became their very downfall, and now the galaxy bends to the whim of the Sith. It is united, it is strong, and soon our focus can hone elsewhere.

>He turns and gazes behind him, his eyes burning in the dark. Even sunken and sallow as he appeared, there was a distinct menace in his presence. His voice ranged from quiet and sophisticated to cruel and cackling, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end just by listening to him.

Perhaps...your measly solar system? It would not be much a challenge, but I confess...the prospect is tempting. I sense great darkness. I sense great anger. Will to dominate. Will to subjugate. Will to kill anything standing in the way...

>A greasy cackle echoes in the dark.

Oh. Do you think you can stand in the way of the Sith? Such confidence...your emotions shall betray you. The Dark Side consumes all. You, your world will be no different. You may try to resist. It would be amusing to me to see it even if you shall fail.

You still wish to try? Very well...let's begin.

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Dixie!TRaItoRCe2Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555906

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>Dixie's head whips around at the shotgun blast, just in time to see the red crystal be blown to pieces. A faint red smoke flows out of the remains until it dissipates into nothing. Realizing what Clint had done, Dixie breathes easy.

< One can only hope they were divided into small groups like ours and not forced to face Franks creations one on one.

>As the three travel through the exit, they would feel a cool wave of magic flow over them like a waterfall. Briefly blurring their vision as they step into a dimly lit room.


>The rev of a chainsaw and the smell of death fill the room. A single armored undead laying flat on the ground with it's face completely burned off, the acid slowly working it's way down the rest of it's body. Another red crystal at the center of the room next to a black fedora. Sucy bleeding in the corner, with Grell face to face with a still standing armored undead. Dixie remarks, surprised.

< We were this close to each other? I thought Frank would have placed us all further away from each other than this.

Sucy!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555907

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>Oh she had jokes? Had some nerve making comments on her aim when she was barely making the mark herself. But that would be for another time. This thing was now clearly getting on both of their nerves and had to be put down.

>Once again Sucy aims her wand and aims at the zombie with a bit more effort this time.

>Roll 1d1000 = 347 Evens

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555908

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>The crackling thunder of the shotgun blast in the next room managed to keep Alice focused as she scouted the hallway ahead of the group.

>Her mind, though in tune for the moment, seemed slightly sluggish for some reason... What was odd she couldn't feel the mana coming off of the stone in her pocket, which caused her to believe it wasn't the source of her sudden fatigue and 'spaciness'... It must have something to do with this temple... However, the temptation to just hold onto it grew ever more present as the seconds ticked on.

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555909

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>The Reaper stumbles about drunkenly. She was getting pretty lightheaded and dizzied. For the newcomers the sight was grisly, two zombies down with one massive zombie simply beheaded. Sucy directing her wand with with blood clinging to her sleeve, a trail of blood all along the floor with more dripping off Grell's bright red coat. A hole soaked with blood was visible from her back though her front was still facing the remaining zombie.


>She tries to hop back but a heel slips on the blood and the Reaper drops with a yelp to the ground. It's a brief fall, she's quick to sit up with an aggravated growl and more blood clinging to her crimson coat and red hair.

Ruddy pest! You just don't know when to quit do you?!

>From her place on the ground the best she can to is thrust with her chainsaw, shoving upward and at an angle to catch the zombie right in the chest.

>Roll 1d1000 = 499 odds

>if successful, with a few heavy breaths she rips the chainsaw out...then flops to the ground with an exhausted wheeze. To the newcomers the hole in her chest was now visible, and just as soaked as the hole in her back was. She could really use a nap right about now...and a shower, a shower would be outstanding.

Lucifer!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555910

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>There's a brief pause after the formal introduction. The Prince gazes at Kano for a long moment. The silence of the court remains until finally the Prince of Pride walks forward towards the young demon.

Kano Shuuyo, newest denizen of Superbia and born again demon of Pride. I, Lucifer, welcome you to an afterlife of damnation and one simple order: you will not betray me.

>The phrase is full of menace and the demons in the court seem to flinch at it. For Kano, the phrase feels like it burns into his mind like a brand, a sensation that didn't hurt but also didn't feel natural at all. The order sits on him like an impossible weight, something that also felt impossible to ignore.

>The Prince stares through him, her brows set as he speaks.

This is your first lesson, Kano Shuuyo. A demon's true name can be used against him, twisting his will into subservient slavery by those who determine his name for themselves. Many demons have fallen into unwanted servitude by freely giving away their names and for some giving their name resulted in the loss of their freedom for all eternity, or the void of nothingness in the permanence of true death.

>A chorus of snickers erupt in the castle's hall which dies the moment Lucifer taps his foot once. His court seem incredibly well behaved, though now it is certain that it likely wasn't by their own will.

I expect great things of you, Kano. Do not disappoint me and you will continue to enjoy your freedom in Superbia with the resources a demon of Pride may enjoy.

Dr. Stein!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555911

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>Stein comes up fast on the pony, however their speed placed them squarely in the territory of a massive Lich enemy. Its fist swung at the perfect time, colliding with his subject of pursuit and sending it zooming away. The doctor's eyes widen and for a moment he's tempted to rend the head from the monster's shoulders.

Damn it!

>His emotions had to be tempered, though. Appleslice was the most important issue to handle first, and if he was hurt already that blow from the massive creature wouldn't help matters.

>If anything did happen Appleslice had a dreamself back at Wayne Manor though he adamantly refused to think about that until he was sure the worst happened.

>He hooks in a sharp angle and rockets off in the same trajectory Appleslice was thrown, frantically looking for a sign of him as he shot onward.

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>Clint felt for a moment a bit of pride, having destroyed the stone without it throwing it's smoke into him. It felt as though he got a bit more knowledge about destroying them, maybe he shouldn't let them connect to his mind before doing so. Though, this probably wasn't the case and he probably just got lucky. Clint did his best to one hand pump the shotgun, giving a small huff as he did.

>Clint eyed what was going on when he entered the room. It looked like they didn't fair much better either. Clint was just about ready to join the fight with Grell but it looks like she was able to take armored dead with one final attack. Clint was just about ready to go see Sucy to see if she was alright, but Clint saw Grell fall to the floor, with a hole to her chest of all things.


>Clint quickly ran over to her, kneeling down. He placed his shotgun to the side so he could place his hand on her shoulder, ready to help her up if need be. Though, he was already assuming the worse was going to happen to her.

Kano!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555913

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>Kano's confident facade would grind to a halt as the command is etched into his being, his smile disappearing as he's ordered not to betray him.

>A simple command, but against Kano it's an effective one. Well, depending on how strict the definition of "betray" was.

>He's quick to return his smile to his face, looking up to the Prince a bit gratefully.

Thank you, Lucifer, for your greetings and your warning.

>Kano was actually a bit impressed. Lucifer played him well, and has complete control over him now. He briefly eyes the group of demons gathered inside the court, wondering if they too would be able to manipulate him in the same way.

>He also imagines that must mean that Lucifer is not this persons real name. He'll remember that.

Would simply introducing myself as "Kano" do the trick? I'm not one for nicknames, so if only using my first name works against that particular rule, that'd be fantastic.

I assure you I will not disappoint you though. I strive to be the best I can be in everything I do, so that does not happen.

>He then remembers one of the conversations he had with the angel that helped him retrieve the soul, and decides to mimic his words.

More to be prideful about.

Lucifer!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555914

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>The demon nods. It's difficult to tell if he's pleased or not but his hand raises to rub at his chin. Any movement is a promising sign, as the attendants in the castle all seem to relax in the darkness.

You can though it is a risky move if, somehow, someone discovers your surname to use against you. It is however not unheard of, no demon in Superbia would admit themselves as cowardly as to create an entire persona to circumvent such risks.

>With that said he walks closer.

Now...to business. You said you had issue with a 'lasagna-loving cat'. You speak of the Prince of Gluttony, one of the usurpers of the ancient thrones of Hell. You wish to kill him, Kano?

Kano!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555915

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Mmn, Kano it is then!

>It was good news to him that he could simply just keep using only his first name. At the mention of the cat though, he stops for a brief moment, and smiles.

Yes yes! Due to personal reasons, killing that cat is certainly on my to-do list.

>He tilts his head rather curiously, and places both of his hands in his pockets, leaning to the side.

Why? Have an idea?

Lucifer!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555916

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Demon Princes have historically been overthrown and usurped. It is a vicious cycle and often riddled with issue. Incompetent rulers arise by luck, inheritors which sully the meaning of their seat and sully the noble position with their meaningless antics. The Prince of Gluttony is one of these ill-fitted Princes, one who does not take their duties seriously but revel in the decadence their position affords. Gluttonous as he is, he is as much an embarrassment as his predecessor.

>There's no mistaking the derision in the Prince's voice. He turns and motions for Kano to follow him past the throne and to an archway leading deeper into the castle. Beyond the archway are no more demons standing at attention but rather a hall decorated with elaborate runes etched onto the walls.

As a demon you now can traverse the realms of Hell freely, though you will be recognized as an agent of Pride. Assassinations on behalf of other demons have never been out of the question here in Hell and normally I do not deign engaging in ruthless politics.

For Gluttony I shall make an exception. You've impressed me with your expedient nature to transform yourself. You house Pride within you but if you should succeed in your quest then Gluttony would not be an ill-fit for you as well...

>He taps a foot and stops at one section with a series of runes shaped in a rectangle before them. The runes light in golden light and with a shudder the wall recedes and fades from material or intangible. Behind the wall was a strange looking weapon, easily held in one hand with what looked like a triggering device on it.

>However, once the demon lifted it, the weapon seemed to change in Kano's perception. This weapon was far more familiar to him, undoubtedly so, as looked as plain as any kind of firearm he could potentially see in the mortal realm.

Take this. You will need a weapon capable of harming a demon if you wish to have a chance. The one you have currently will not do.

Kano!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555917

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>He follows the Prince but is a bit skeptical about the situation. He listens silently as he talks about the Prince of Gluttony, hands behind his back as they venture through the hallway.

>He doesn't spend too much time looking at the runes engraved in the walls. He finds them interesting initially but decides he has more important things to think about at the moment.

>He looks to the gun, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. Surely there couldn't be much that differs between this weapon and the one he carried.

..a gun?

>He stops and waves his arms in front of himself.

Holdonholdon, so you're just gonna give me a weapon and send me off to kill him right away? I mean sure, I probably could, but..

Dunno, seems a bit fast, honestly.

Lucifer!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555918

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Ai-Gun, and yes I am. Are you not a demon of Pride? A task of this magnitude seems incredible but if you are worth your mettle then you will accomplish it.

>He gazes at Kano for a long moment, the weapon still in hand, and after the pause he shakes his head and places the weapon back.

That hesitation is unbecoming of someone with complete resolve, however. If you are concerned with the timing then perhaps waiting is necessary.

>With that he steps back and allows the wall to solidify back, and once the wall is reformed and the weapon once again stored away, the Prince walks from the hall of runes back to the main audience chamber. The quiet whispers of his subordinates stop once he appears, his footfalls loud in the suffocating silence.
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Kano!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555919

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>Kano is actually a little surprised that Lucifer so quickly decided to place the gun back into the wall, but at his strange correction of the pronunciation of "a", he's still a little confused.

i dont understand the difference

>He sighs, and follows after Lucifer once again, placing his hands behind his head.

I never said I wouldn't. Just found it strange you'd send me off so quickly.

>He turns around, now walking backwards, and sticks a thumb towards the back wall.

It's especially strange that you'd hand me a gun that seems so well gaurded! I can only guess at how powerful of a weapon it is, so I'm surprised you'd so willingly hand it over to someone you've barely met!

>He looks over to Lucifer once again, and smirks slyly.

Unless you have something against that damn cat too? That'd certainly clear a few things up.

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555920

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>Alice was almost knocked over as Clint rushed past her to help Grell.

>Now worried, Alice starts to wonder if she'd been this absently minded the whole time. She soon shook off the thought for now and readied her wand.
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>As Sophie lands from shattering the Captain's kneecap, she's completely unaware of the unspoken thoughts about her appearance and whether they're suitable for a being created exclusively for combat situations.

>Not that she'd know how to respond if she was able to read these thoughts of course...or that she'd have the time to do so as the giant skeletal hand sweeps across the room.

>Without seeming to even break a sweat, the girl does a series of springing handstands to avoid both the hand and the strange mushrooms that fly out as well.

>As Sophie lands from shattering the Captain's kneecap, she's completely unaware of the unspoken thoughts about her appearance and whether they're suitable for a being created exclusively for combat situations.

>Not that she'd know how to respond if she was able to read these thoughts of course...or that she'd have the time to do so as the giant skeletal hand sweeps across the room.

>Without seeming to even break a sweat, the girl does a series of springing handstands to avoid both the hand and the strange mushrooms that fly out as well.

>When she finally lands, she's already back in a fighting stance, and charges forwards to try and deliver a strike to the giant skeleton's elbow joint this time, as if focusing on eliminating whichever part was the most recent threat.

>Roll 1d1000 = 736 Evens

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"Hah! Great work, keep going woah-"

>While Makalov could only smile at the Captain's rather feeble looking swing Sherlock saw just what he was trying to do, so with a very elegant jump the horse managed to help her master avoiding the presumably poisoned mushrooms.

"Ooh, you dirty little..! Huh..?"

>He could hear the sounds of impact just behind him, and as he looked back he could spot Casey getting flung back from the force he cringed a little but the kid seems to be very durable, briefly he debated whether or not he should ride back and pick her up but then

>He has never before seen such fluid movements strength from such a tiny girl, usually it was all big burly men and girls that transformed into cats who did this sort of thing but actual children?


>Right in the kisser! This was it, the chance to end it all finally. There was little room for debate at this point, they still had to find the others after all!

>Whipping Sherlock's reins once again the knight would direct her to charge right for the downed skeleton, trampling him as he once more tried to swing his blade down at his head

Roll 1d1000 = 675

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<"Actually...a party sounds almost divine after tonight."

>At least the girl is of the same sort of mind, though even if Mokou doesn't just pass out on them, figuring out who will be buying snacks and drinks is a bit of a trick.

>Probably a bit less impressive of one than Yuno's miraculous healing powers though, which...yeah, she's never really heard of a magic like that, outside of potions or the divine anyways. Guess its not that different than that Curaga thing though.

>At least Marco's being a bit less of an idiot too...and the mood is higher than it had bee moments before.

>Even if Mokou was still acting kinda weird. Like she's not even drunk, but she's saying all sorts of embarrassing things already.

>So when Sasuun mentions getting there fast some way of his own, she just sort of shrugs.

"Yeah, well someone's gotta be there to keep Mou here from toppling over and literally drowning herself in booze, if there's actually drinks to be had, so I guess I might as well. Especially since we're apparently gonna all be neighbors now."

>Well, hopefully not this other guy too, though maybe them saving his life'll get him to lay off the high and mighty attitude a bit at least?

>Parties tend to be a decent way to wash away old grudges after all, and its not like she isn't willing to let bygones be bygones if people aren't starting shit on their own.

Dixie!TRaItoRCe2Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555927

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>While Sucy's blast of magic fails to take down the armored undead, it does run through the tick of it's leg, forcing it to stumble forward into Grells chainsaw. The blades easily tear threw the bone and sinew. The upward angle allows the chainsaw to completely destroy the armored undeads spine, all the way up to the base of it's neck. It glares at Grell just as the magic fades from it's eyes. The moment she pulls the chainsaw out from it's body, the armored undead tumbles lifelessly to the floor.


>At the sight of Grell falling to the floor after such a triumphant attack, Dixie panics. She really didn't need this right now. Grell was easily the strongest on the team, or, at least so far as she knew. Not to mention Wades girlfriend. The last thing she needed was to add this miscalculation to Wades hatred of her.

< Frank has gotten significantly more powerful since last time...

>Annoyed at Alice's slow reaction, she shouts into her mind.

< Hurry it up Alice, use your magic to heal Grell! We cannot afford to lose her!

>What was wrong with her? Perhaps she had been too quick to select Alice for the team after all if she was acting like this after just one battle. Though, now that she thought about it, fighting experience was not something she specifically searched for when selecting people to help... That seems like it should have been a higher priority.

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>Captain holds up his arm to defend himself from Sophies attack, only to leave her target more fully exposed. With a direct hit she shatters his elbow, launching splinters of bone everywhere as Captain falls on his side. His forearm landing on the ground just behind Makalov and Sherlock as they charge forward. Captain barely has a moment to respond as the blade pierces through the thick of his skull, splintering all the way up to his eyes.

We told you Captain!

>Casey cries out as she struggles to stand back up, dusting her robes off. Captains seems almost frozen in place and glares at Makalov as the magic in his eyes begin to flicker and fade.

For the Honor... of Frank.

>With his still intact arm, Captain salutes as the red crystal on his chest glows brightly and sends a surge of magical energy throughout his body. Within seconds, Captains body begins to splinter, followed by suddenly shattering into a million pieces in an explosion of magical energy and bone shards. The explosion rocks the cavern and sends glowing mushrooms, coffin splinters, and wall tiles flying, exposing more of the rocky cavern wall.

>Roll 1d1000 = 239 Sophie

>Roll 1d1000 = 369 Makalov
>Roll 1d1000 = 795 Sherlock
>Roll 1d1000 = 601 Casey

>If Casey is hit, will continue in next post. If missed, she summons a small wall of bones to protect her from the blast and shrapnel just in time.

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>For a while Sucy would look in awe as she saw Grell tear into the zombie. It quickly shifted to relief as she saw it fall to the ground. Only for that to be dashed down as Grell would soon follow suit. She kneels down beside the reaper and reaches for more healing mushrooms from her satchel. One of them baring a green pattern in contrast to the more common red ones. Healing magic was not her forte. All she could do was shove healing mushrooms down someone's throat and hope they don't choke.

>When the peanut gallery shows up she can't help but place an annoyed glare at Clint. She had half a mind to tear into him right here and now. But he would be needed until this was over. So instead she would examine him to see if her shrooms could help.

I'd ask you to give me a hand but it looks like you don't have any to spare.

>She say soon after noticing his robotic arm had been somehow removed during their brief time apart. After her comment she attempts to force the green mushroom into Grell's mouth.

Lucifer!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555930

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>The Prince grunts.

The Prince of Gluttony would not be so unpleasant if not for the fact he also doubles with unhealthy fixation on Sloth as well. My well of patience is normally deep and for Sloth I make exceptions to temper my expectations for that seat alone. The Prince of Gluttony's handling of his realm is disgraceful and attention towards business left on the wayside.

>He comes to a stop near the dais where the throne of mysterious metal sits though he does not take a seat. Instead he gazes ahead at the doors of the castle, past the well-suited attendants of various monstrous appearances.

...Not too long ago, there was a demon who I believe had the right attitude about the station of Princes, their positions as demons, and their complacency in their posts. He was very engaged, enthusiastic in his pursuits which were shaded with potent envy. He toiled without rest, seeking for a way to start the great war between heaven and hell. He ousted an inheritor of the seat of Envy, a just move as the Prince he usurped was naive, weak, unfit to bear the mantle of Prince of their realm.

>Lucifer grows quiet. There's a reverence to his voice but his visage is still as immovable as stone. He was not terribly expressive, it didn't even seem as if he could blink.

He was killed, bested by a demon who in turn was bested by another. It's an endless cruel cycle and only the most vigilant and powerful can survive. As motivated and engaged as he was, this demon harbored a potent weakness that was exploited for his defeat. The dream of that war I believe died with him, I have not heard much talk of it since then. Just as well, many seats since that time have also changed hands as well...perhaps it will never happen.

>He finally turns his head and looks to Kano with a stoic stony stare.

However, that does not mean the realms of Hell should consign to mediocrity. As the Prince of Pride I have enough to know that travesties of the seats, those who do not deserve them, must be outed to maintain integrity of the realms.

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41555932

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>Grell isn't sure just when Clint got here but he was a welcome sight all the same. Or, mostly she supposed, given it looked like he was missing an arm. The Reaper squints at him from the floor.

When'd you get here?

>Grell sputters and pushes the green mushroom shoved in her face away with a shout.

What is this fuss?! I was just impaled, I'll be fine! I'll be-

>She sits up and nearly swoons back onto the floor, catching herself briefly with her arm propping herself up. The Reaper blinks blearily and shakes her head to clear the dizzy sensation but grunts in annoyance when it doesn't work. Stubborn as ever, she waves Sucy and her mushroom away with a swat of her bloodied arm.

Bloody dizzy that's what I'll be...here, Clint-

>Grell grips his good shoulder and leans heavily on him, forcing herself back to her feet. Her knees wobble but again she doesn't look like she'll fall over with Clint making a good stand for her to use. She leaves her chainsaw on the floor for now, she was liable to drop it in her condition.

>Grell looks over herself and clicks her tongue. The wound is horrific to look at and for anyone mortal would have undoubtedly left them dying. The holes ooze blood but already not at the volume she was bleeding when she was stabbed. It's a slow ooze and Grell knew in time it would eventually stop. Unfortunately, she'd probably be fairly dizzy because of the blood loss. It was hardly the worst that could happen, she already focuses on something more important that her grievous wound.

Ohhhh! This shirt is utterly ruined! And I'll have to sew my coat. Again!

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>Alice was already on her way to assist before Dixie barked at her. She caught herself before replying with a rather rude comment... She was becoming increasingly irritable now. What was this uneasy feeling that was growing over her all the sudden?

"...Already on it"

>Alice stopped just short of Grell as Sucy started to shove a mushroom down her throat.

"...Um, I am no expert but I am not sure that will help her condition"
>She said, trying to speak some sort of reason to her before Grell objected herself.

>With Grell pushing away the mushroom, Alice saw her opening to heal her the witch soon aiming her wand and casting her spell onto the wounded reaper.

"Sanitatem Revocato"
>Much like Clint, Grell's entire body is soon enveloped by a warm, tingly glow as the spell did it's work to heal her.

"I am using a whole lot of mana doing these healing spells, so please be careful for now on..."
>She said with a labored huff as she put her wand away. She soon pulled out the small bag she had on her belt, doing a quick check on her supplies. Two vials of holy water left, the book and finally a few limited use wands remained.

"I have some limited supplies with me as well if you need to arm up."

>For now she was managing to stay out of her trance, however as soon as she was done talking, the urge to check on her newly claimed jewel soon started to burn in the back of her mind again.

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>With little time to start experimenting with the alchemiter to create Bailey a better weapon, their options were limited. Though she was surprised to see that Bailey apparently had electricity powers? That was pretty cool and could be really useful in the fight against the Black King and his likely hundreds of minions still on the field. If only they had more time...


>Koki freezes up in her pondering and stands up straight, her eyes opening wide in realization. She was a Mage of Time! She had all the time she needed! Or, at least all the time that someone else needed. Quickly lifting up her tablet, she types out one thing for Bailey.


>With a flash of red, Koki vanishes, and reappears a few seconds later looking worse for wear. Bearing the scars of battle with scorch marks and two knives sticking out of her torso, Koki falls to her knees, exhausted. With a weak hand, she reaches up and pulls out one of the knives, tossing it to the side while still maintaining the tired expression.

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>Stretching her back out and putting her hands in her pockets with a bit of a slouch in her usual posture. Nodding and giving a raised brow look to Marisa at the suggestion.

"Yeah yeah.. well, I spose we should get a move on then.."

>Looking to Sasuun and Sawada to follow his lead and offer. Walking over to Yuno and would walk alongside her.

"We do need to prolly get a change of clothes to the lot of us before we go to eat I think..."

>Looking to the old blood on Yuno, the dusty Marisa and clawed, scraped at, ripped, and even fried and burnt clothes of her own and Sasuun's.

>They look like they'd really been through it them all.

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"Yes, yes. Just like that, you're doing great."

>The girl tried to encourage Tsuna as he rolled over just like she wanted all the while keeping her hand on his shoulder, it was important to show that someone was there for him, someone who knew what they were doing. Hopefuly.

>Yuno couldnt help but feel a slight relief seeing his breathing stabilize though his overall weakness and almost lethargic movements and words were very worrysome. Now that the man was resting before her she could really have look over his body.

>Taking a deep breath Yuno, as carefuly as she could took ahold of the zipper on his hoodie and zipped it down partially to expose part of his chest.

"Forgive me but I will need to...lay my hand on you. Please try to relax, you're doing splendidly."

>In any other situation this would've felt even more awkward than it already did but there was no time for that, every second was precious when dealing with curses. Yet the girl couldn't shake off that feeling of awkwardness.

>Tsuna can feel the girl's hand placed firmly on his chest, it felt strangely warm, almost hot to the touch but compared to the burn in his muscles and the general pain he felt Yuno's hand was most likely the least offender to his strained nerves.

Weave of magic,
secrets arcane;
glimpse its power,
its presence make plain

>After her incnatation, Yuno's eyes began to glow with a white light not too dissimiliar to a regular flashlight, she was now revealed all the illness Tsuna was suffering from, be it a regular old cold or something more dire and serious.

"O-Oh no..."
>While anyone else who might've been watching only saw Yuno sort of awkwardly kneeling next to Tsuna with her hand placed on his chest, she herself could see something much more horrific.

>The three scars Lady left behind on Tsuna's neck had left behind something much more sinister. The Vampire had aimed right for his carotid artery not to kill him but rather to inject some of her own accursed blood into him.

>Yuno was able to see a sort of black energy bubbling alongside his artery, festering around his wound as if trying to build a safe haven of some sort, a slow moving corruption

"Oh no...no no no."

>The girl shook her head in disbelief, her worst fears had come true. Tsuna would become cursed just like her Mother if she didn't act quickly.


>As Mokou so leisurely strolled after the more and more anxious kneeling white mage with Marco lazily floating after her, Yuno suddenly turned toward the both of them.

>For a moment the two were able to see this strange light coming from her eyes, shining right into Mokou's eyes and probably blinding her for a second or two.

"Ooh! Ow.."

>Yuno similarly recoiled, blinded by the unexpected magical presence of both Marco and Mokou, it was akin to wearing a pair of night vision goggles in a dark room only for someone to turn on the lights.

>Disoriented the girl rubbed at her eyes, slowly but surely getting her spell to end, slowly parting her fingers to look at Mokou and Marco properly.

"He...I need help he-"

>She struggled to find the right words before finally saying.

"Mother cursed him, we...we need to act fast, Marco please assist me!!"
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>For the most part Clint wasn't too focused/worried about these three. Sucy seemed hurt, but not on the same level as Grell. Even if she was hurt, she seemed okay enough to be cracking jokes.

ALice should be able to help you with her own magic...

Just a few seconds ago...

>Clint had half a mind to tell her to stop talking and save her energy, but ...she seemed to have a lot strength by the looks of it. Also seemed to beable to complain about her clothes being ruined of all things instead of of the hole in her.

Got lucky when we were teleported away I guess, we were just a bit apart from one another.

>Clint had hopes that regrouping with the rest of the crew would be just as easy as this, hoping it was just from one room to another. Clint would catch Grell when she wobbles and grips his shoulder for assistance. He'd do his best to help her stand up as well, having a bit of a struggle himself. Clint wondered if this is the durability of Reapers, being able to take this much damage and still beable to stand. Clint wasn't one to shy away from pain, but having his arm cut off was only bearable after ALice's magic, and Grells wound was far worse than that.

>Clint let both Alice use her spell, and let Sucy use her mushroom on Grell. or rather tried to. Clint didn't even think twice about the mushroom, assuming it had healing properties....strictly for the fact that it's green like in video games. What else was it going to be anyways? A mushroom strictly designed to repair damaged clothes?

Mmm....wouldn't happen to have any spells to fix clothing, would you Alice?

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Wait where are you-?

>Bailey blinked several times as she watches Koki disappear and reappear. One would think that she would be use to this kind of thing happening, buuuuut, Koki did just reappear and look super injured.


>bailey quickly went to her side once she had fallen to her knees. Bailey looked at the remaining knife in her chest, wondering if she should take it out or not, hand going up to it, then lowering, then just going to the handle of the knife and pulling it out as gingerly as she could.

Where the fuck did you go??

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>Dixie rolls her eyes at Sucy's comment, though amusing this wasn't exactly the best time for humor. Obviously, whatever these two were stuck fighting were no pushovers considering Grells condition. Seems that Frank likely had formidable foes placed on every floor. Or at the very least every floor they were separated to.

< Clint, Alice, you two continue to tend to Sucy and Grell. I will search for an exit. Perhaps if we are lucky, or if Frank is simply that foolish, the rest of our team may be on the next floor. Likely has it hidden behind a basic illusion spell or a cabinet or something cheesy like that.

>Seeing that they could handle things from here, Dixie sniffed the air before putting her nose to the ground as she paced across the faux hospital room. Searching for any hint of a breeze that may indicate a hidden door or some other kind of exit.

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>Koki gives no indication that she felt any pain from the knife being removed and simply places a hand on Baileys shoulder before pulling out a different, cracked, tablet and begins typing out her message.

I thought it was only going to take twenty minutes. Quick in and out adventure by myself to get you some better weapons.

>Koki pauses and stares up at Bailey with tired eyes.

I haven't slept in three days, but i got it. The best riflekind weapon i could find. He only stabbed me twice before handing it over.

>With a satisfied grin, Koki takes out a golden gun with a rainbow magazine and a green sun scope. No sooner is it removed from her inventory does it fall to the ground is a heavy thud, cracking the floor with it's immense weight. Showing little reaction to this, Koki glances down at the weapon.

We're only borrowing it, so i have to give it back later.

>Koki then follows this up by removing a golden gauntlet from her captchalouge and drops it on the ground next to the golden gun.

You'll need this to even pick it up. Cuz it's so heavy.

>Koki slowly blinks, trying to just stay aware. This weapon had better be worth it. Those were some of these most intense three days of her life so far. She's been having a lot of those lately.

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Jesus Koki, you could have just left me with...

>Bailey trails off as she reads more of what Koki was typing on the tablet. It was...an incredibly kind gesture. Koki didn't need to go ahead and do that, but she did. What was bailey going to say "Nah" or something? Bailey reached over to pick up the gauntlet and puts it on her hand, opening and closing her hand to get a feeeling for the glove.

Are you going to be okay on no sleep? You've got time bullshit, so you could like...just take a few hours and come back and no one would notice...

>Bailey asked, a bit worried for her. While she was probably ready to go save Appleslices, Bailey was worried she wouldn't have enough energy to do so.

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>With the comment thrown her way she would glare daggers at the furry witch girl. She didn't much appreciate her butting in like that.

You're right, you're not. I don't tell you how to wave a stick. So don't tell me what a mushroom can't do.

>With Grell rejecting the mushroom she would see her already healing up before the magic took effect. And with how she was shrugging off being impaled there would seem to be more to Miss Sutcliff then meets the eye. She was aware some people had the capability of self regeneration. Was she one of them?

>Now Clint would assign himself to doing most of the leg work and the dog....would continue being a dog. Seriously why was that here? What purpose could a dog serve other then telling them Little Tommy fell down a well? With everyone else working she would return all but one of the red mushrooms to her bag. She begins casually munching on it. Already she could feel her wounds healing under her cloak. The blood would remain on her robes, no fungus would help with that....yet.

>With everyone else doing their assigned jobs she would keep a close eye on the dog. She had to figure out what the hell it was doing here.

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>Grell doesn't catch the witch speaking towards the dog, as she's too busy not trying to fall over on Clint and send them toppling to the floor. Laying on top of a particularly rugged man in a pool of her own blood was a wonderfully lecherous thought but she hardly had the stamina for any shenanigans at the time. Her fingers grip onto his shoulder with a vice-like strength, her elbow locked to keep herself propped up.

<"Sanitatem Revocato"

>True to Clint's vote of confidence, Grell sees the hole in her chest shrink at a remarkably rapid rate. The bleeding stops and the Reaper can take a breath finally, expelling the stale old air she had been holding in her punctured lung. She barely gets started when her eyes bulge and she coughs wretchedly, expelling the blood that had pooled at the bottom with a mighty hack.

>The taste of copper again invades Grell's mouth but she knew this to be harmless, it was just the blood leftover that was trapped when she was healed up. She runs the back of her gloved hand over her mouth and wipes the excess off with a lighter sigh. A few experimental breaths didn't trigger any more coughing, and though she felt dizzied she no longer felt dangerously close to passing out either.

>Pleased with the overall results, the Reaper smiles to the young witch and pats the spot that the hole in her chest used to occupy.

Lovely work! I feel much better now...that ruddy fellow caught me right in the chest after I dispatched the big fellow. I suppose he took exception to my cutting off his head and went for a fatal jab.

>The Reaper then grins mischievously and taps the side of her nose.

If it were anyone else I'm quite sure such a blow would have been a rousing success if the goal was to kill but I'm afraid I'm made up of much sterner stuff...speaking of which-

>Grell regards Clint's stub and finally frowns at him in particular. She leans closer to examine it with a squint, keeping her hand resting solidly on his shoulder.

You seem to be unarmed, darling. I suppose you lot were dropped into a scrap as well?

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"...I'm a witch, not a tailor Clint"
>She replied. With a snap of her fingers and a poof he was now dressed in a Japanese sailor school.

"I can do this though"

"Wasn't questioning the mushroom, just the method of jamming it down someone's throat..."
>She didn't pursue it any further, clearly this person was also a witch, at least by impression anyway. She knew how stubborn others could be, especially with the practices of their magic, now wasn't the time for an argument.

>She turned her attention back at Grell. Seeing she seemed to be fairing much better, Alice gives her compliment a nod and asks.
"Feeling better?"
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>Between her own limb removing strike and Makalov's sword swinging true, the battle seems to be all but at its end.

>Still, unlike the other girl present, Sophie doesn't relax right away, as if still unconvinced that even as much damage as they'd done had been enough to fell such a mighty...and large opponent for good.

<"For the Honor...of Frank."

>Which is why, even as the Captain speaks his final words of defiance towards the party and loyalty to his creator, she's already rushing back into potential danger, having detected the strange magical buildup taking place as the Captain begins his final honor-less surprise attack.

"Get Back!"

>The small girl shouts as she tries to place herself between Captain and the rest, though this time she doesn't stop at bunkering down behind her bracers, instead letting out a burst of magic of her own to try and repel the mass of dark magic and shrapnel that seeks to harm her companions.

>If any of her party is caught in the blast they'd notice that aside from the powerful gusts thrown up from the initial force of her blast, the energy itself doesn't seem to be harmful...at least to the living.

>They might also notice the part of her arm that had been almost bleeding light before seal back up as the rainbow colored sphere of light fades following its clash with the dark magics that exploded outward.

>Its only as it clears that she finally calls out to the others again, this time sounding somewhat concerned even with her odd almost monotonal way of speaking.

"Is everyone okay?"

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>Clint would turned his head to look at Dixie sniffing about for an exit. It was a good cover for her and didn't raise any suspicions....until he saw Sucy looking at Dixie....Nothing jumpped out of him about that, except maybe the idea of Sucy thinking she could use Dixie as a test subject.

>Clint looked back at Grell, specifically her chest and wound closing up and got a small smirk at her being healed. Not clean, and still ripped clothing, but she was alive and breathing easily.

Good. Good....now...

>Clints eye would twitch at the comment about his arm, followed by his clothing being changed into something that....well, he was pretty sure he knew what show this outfit was from. Clint would let out a sigh, dropping his arm from around Grells waist and giving both ALice and herself a flat look.

Change my clothes back.

We need to get back to this situation we're in, and see if we can find Sophie. We need to make sure that she's alright and not in trouble.

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<For the Honor...of Frank.

"Oh for the love of..!"

>This kind of thing always happens with these petty servants, they never go down quietly even after a stab to the head. Looks like this kind of trait isn't exclusive to Human and Laguz.

<Get Back!

>Well, don't have to tell him that twice! Makalov immediately made Sherlock jump way, way back at the girl's command to escape the blast and debris flying their way, he would've liked to see if Casey was doing alright but for now everyone kind of had to see where they end up right now.

>As the dust settled and the lightshow ended Makalov was able to look about, keeping his sword raised, another foe defeated! For some reason he now felt even more nimble and skilfull with the blade, this can only be a good thing! Though the knight couldn't help but wonder just...how, how do any of this girl's powers work?

"Yeah, i'm fine, girl."

>The Knight replied to Sophie's inquiry as he patted himself down for any stray injuries he might've suffered but by the looks of it he managed to evade every single blow.

"Damn i'm good."

>The was a slight jerk Makalov felt as Sherlock reared up in protest to his words.

"W-Woah, hey. You did good too, Sherlock alright? Geez."

>Sherlock let out an high-handed huff as her master pat the side of her neck to try and appease her.

<What is it with females always getting mad with me, geez. Am I cursed or something? Not even animals leave me be.

>With all that finished he clears his throat, looking toward Casey with a hard to read expression, he wanted to believe that she truly had a change of heart but this could all be part of an insane ploy. While he did refuse to sheathe his sword he wasn't threatening the lizard outright.

"So...Casey. You know this place right? Do you know where the others could've ended up at?"

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Ohhh yeah, there's booze. And you'll be lucky if I don't end up drowning myself in it.

>He says with a laugh, shrugging a bit and starting to follow Mokou over towards Yuno and Tsuna, putting his hands in his pockets and standing a short ways away, though still talking to Marisa.

Once Yuno's done here, I can take us all over.

>He simply stands and watches over them as Yuno does her work, as Sas himself can't really help for this. Yuno was certainly more specialized in this kind of thing than he was.

>He's definitely curious though, so he watches quite intently to see what exactly she does, and how she does it.

>Let's hope everything turned out fine.

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>Marco lazily floated over to Yuno upon hearing her cry for help, obviously looking Tsuna over as he did so.

"Hmm, is that so? You sure that he doesn't want to accept the gift? Know how many would kill to receive somethin' like that for free?"

>The girl opened her mouth for a rebuttal only to close it right back up, not believing what he was saying. Finally gathering herself she said.

"This- This is no gift don't be ridiculous! Please help me before he too becomes a monster, Marco! I beg of you!"

>If the grimoire had any eyes he would probably roll them. Now returning to his voice was that usual playful tone.

"Relax. Umbranus Vampiri takes a good few hours to permanently take hold anyways, maybe he'll make up his mind by then and-"


"Fiiiine fine, geez. Was just tryin' to lift the mood. I'd never refuse you a wish, you know?"

>And just like that the grimoire floated down to the kneeling Yuno, opeing himself up to her and laying in her lap. He even manage to restrain the giggle from the pun he stole off of Marisa, how come he never thought of that one??


>Now with Marco by her side Yuno took another deep breath, her arms were heavy, hands sweaty and knees weak and to top it all off she was already rather tired, almost tapped out her magickal potential for the day completely. It's gonna take at least three days to recover from this for sure.

>The girl actually set aside her stave for once, laying it on the ground beside her, while she usually uses that one as a focus she can use Marcochius as well, making it rather redundant. This at least freed up her hands, one of which she laid upon Marco's rune-littered pages while letting her other hover over Tsuna's neck wound.

"I-I...Mister, you needn't panic but- You might have trouble breathing for a few seconds while I perform my magick...Please, entrust yourself to me."

>The place of Tsuna's wound was indeed very unfortunate, chosen deliberately by Vampires to prevent an easy cure to strengthen their numbers but it couldn't be helped. Yuno can only wonder how many people have attempted curing themselves only to fail miserably, killing themselves in the process.

>Tsuna can now feel Yuno's warm, almost hot hand right by his juggular where Lady had pierced him with her claws, while Xion's spell did well to seal the wound the scarrring and curse working in that area made it very uncomfortable, almost painful to have anyone touch it.

>But she had to push on, even if Tsuna would protest or resist, it simply had to be done.

O' Lord of Light, to thee I cry,
Thine heavenly gift of light most high,
Thy fount of life, and fire of love,
and sweet anointing from above.

>As the girl began her incantation her grip around Tsuna's throat strengthened quite considerably, those acclaimed to the art of magic can tell that something's happening there, to anyone else though this might just look like Yuno was trying to choke Tsuna.

O' shining face of light divine,
the sevenfold gifts of grace are thine;
true glory of the day art thou,
who dost mine tongue with power endow.

>The girl closed her eyes, concentrating completely on her spell, letting Marco do most of the actual work while she more or less guided his magick to do what she needs to. The world around her went dark, all that existed for her were herself, Marco and Tsuna, she wouldn't even be able to hear anyone else speak to her.

Thy light to every sense impart,
and shed thy love in this one's heart;
thine own unfailing might help overcome this adversity
please let me strengthen his infirmity.

>By now there was a very strong burning sensation as Yuno's hand continued to press on Tsuna's juggular, her hand glowing with a rather intense almost blinding light.

The blood and dark of Crimson Red
Ripped from a corpse long since dead
Bestowed upon you from hellish hate...
I'll burn it all...and change your fate!

>With a rather unexpected speed Yuno seems to have gotten hold of something ripping her hand from Tsuna's throat, as far away as possible from him. In-between her thumb, middle and index-finger was the little insect-like creature she ripped from him.

>It was no larger than a ladybug and almost completely black with a strange, grey fur pattern alongside it's tiny body. Where it's legs should be were instead long fibrous strands of what seems to be hair protruding from it. This bug must be the root of this particular curse, festering in one's body until it's corruption spread sufficiently enough.

>The small bug was wriggling in Yuno's glowing hand, it's hair-like legs wildly swinging about as if trying to get ahold of those around it, a few of these legs began to quickly sling themselves around Yuno's arm. The girl glared at the little thing in her grasp with an unprecedented anger before the light in her palm grew more intense, incinerating the little parasite and all of it's legs with a good smite!

>Tsuna in the meantime had the wound on his juggular pierced open ever so slightly just enough for the parasite to have been removed, there was little blood-flow though and hardly an injury at all. The image of Yuno's hand was burned onto his neck however and won't disappear for a small while.

"Well? It wasn't too bad hm?"

>The grimoire said, closing himself back up all nonchallantly as he floated himself back up, next to Mokou, simply watching what was happening.

>Yuno let out a sigh, this spell hadn't taken that much out of her, she used Marcochius after all, he did almost all of the work. Leaning over Tsuna she would quietly ask.

"Mister? Are you alright? You...you're free now."

>And just like that, the white mage has taken care of the problem.

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>Koki lazily waves her hand dismissively before typing with one hand.

I sleep here
still need weapon for me
go battlefield
i catch up later.

>With that, Koki removes her hand from Bailey's shoulder and slowly lays down flat on the ground, typing one last statement on her broken tablet.

time shenanigans are hard

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>Dixie huffs in frustration, having found no exit yet.

< I thought dog noses were supposed to be good at tracking down and following scents.

>She stops in place and glances about the room, taking in every detail she could see for some kind of clue or hint at escape routes. Strange that the chemical cabinets in this room were fully stocked rather than just for decoration. Perhaps the smells from these was what threw her off and not the fact that her breed is best known for their sight and not their sense of smell. Looking up at the ceiling, Dixie spies what Sucy had seen earlier, an open air vent. It would certainly be an uncomfortable way to exit the room, but it made sense. Considering the size and agility of the monsters kept in this room, a small exit like that would easily prevent them from wandering off.

< Clint, I think i've found a way out.

>Glances back over to the group, Dixie becomes incredibly uncomfortable from Sucy's staring. Concerned that perhaps she wasn't acting doglike enough, she barks to try and grab everyone's attention while pointing her nose at the open air vent.


>How demeaning. Barking was such a primitive form of communication and every time she did so, it irritated her to no end. Yet at the same time, there was something so satisfying about using her voice that she yearned for more opportunities to do it. Which also irritated her to no end.

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>As the dust settles and bits of shrapnel falls from the walls and ceiling, Casey peeks out from behind her little bone wall, wide eyed with her mouth agape in awe. Thanks to Sophies counter attack, her bone wall only had suffered minimal damage and completely protected Casey. Blowing bubbles, she dances with joy.

I can't believe you guys did it! I though Captain was the biggest, baddest skeleton i ever met and you beat him like it was nothing! Glub Glub!

>Upon having a question directed at her, Casey stops her dancing and bubble blowing to stop and think.

I thought it was just you two, but if there's more, then Frank probably used his teleport trap to send them all to different floors so his experiments can beat them with numbers and powers. He has a lot of soldiers just as strong as Captain on every floor, but uhm...

>Casey pauses and scratches her head with a skeleton arm. Her own arms too short to reach the itch.

Not all of the floors are ready for guests yet, so he probably only sent them to the finished ones.

>Picking up one of the glowing mushrooms, Casey shoves it in her mouth and chews away as she uses her CROOK OF FRAILTY to draw a crude yet complicated map in the dirt.

You and friends came in from the concert hall at the surface right? If anybody went into the rooms on the left or right in there, then they were teleported to a lava room for throwing away garbage or the freezer for storing bodies. But if everyone was in the middle, then they got sent to one of the finished thirteen floors. Franks plan was to make his tomb as confusing as possible so he was gonna make all the exits teleport you to random floors until you have gone through every single one.

>Satisfied with her map, Casey sits on the ground and grabs another glowing mushroom to chew on.

He had to slow down though because somebody destroyed his funeral business so he didn't have as much money to pay for all the tools and supplies he needed. So i think...

>With a heavy gulp to finish off her treat, Casey points to the lowest floors on her map marked, floors 11 and 12

Your friends are probably on these levels with Mister X and the Knight of Mourning.

>She says as she points to each floor respectively.

We are on floor 13 and through the really big hole that Captain was guarding is the way to Franks Sanctuary. That's where he keeps his unfinished and strongest experiments until the other floors are ready. It's also his music studio, but that's not as scary. Glub Glub.

>Upon pointing towards the exit, the group may notice a glowing red crystal sitting in a pile of bone meal where the Captain once was. Glowing brightly to try and lure the curiosity of the heroes.
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>Sucy keeps her eyes on Dixie for a while. Once she spots the air vent she seems a little too enthused. How would a dog know what that was for? Let alone that it would have any purpose besides making a scary noise. On top of that the bark seemed too on cue. Like it was trying way to hard to convince her it was in fact a dog she was looking at.

>Before she can speak up she looks over at the spectacle happening behind her. Upon seeing Clint's get up she bursts out into a howling cackle. Her hands on her chest to keep her gut from bursting with laughter.

You can't just arm us with opportunities like this and expect us not to take them.

>She laughs for a bit longer, the thoughts she had just processed leaving her for now.

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>Alice snickered

"You sure? It fits you rather well~"

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>Stopping mid step and having to take a short half step to the side looking over her shoulder to Yuno, who had taken a knee to help the guy in his wounds from his attack and release. Grimacing some as she heard Yuno's cry for help from Marco who was trying to be his usual self. It at least got a small smile out of Mokou but it quickly faded as she turned flat and took a step closer to the scene. Keeping a few feet back.

>She occasionally look to Sasuun and Marisa and then back to Yuno who was doing well. But talk of vampirism, and the idea of becoming something akin to the twins... especially that younger one.. or anything like Lady wasn't the greatest gig.

<Wait... a bug? ... like...

>Mokou crossed her arms a bit uncomfortably at the sight, before bringing a hand up and rubbing the front of her neck some where earlier she had been stabbed by Lady's claws and left to bleed out while buried. Luckily healing moderately.

<I prolly got a resistance to it.. I mean, never had more than a little cold for hundreds of years...

>Rubbing the back of her neck and rotating her head some to get a couple good pops out of it with a light moan of relief.

"Pretty good work ya did there Yuno, not bad."
>Offering a bit of a nod and thumbs up with her free hand before both went back into her pockets in her usual pose and expression.

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>Grell enthusiastically nods back to the witch.

Much, thank you! Or about as well as anyone can feel after losing so much blood...I think the prodigious amount around us can attest to how grievous the situation was. Any longer and I would have been out like a light!

>What help could she be if she napped to regenerate that blood? Their expedition would be down one crucial fighter and as far as Grell could tell they were already hurting on capable fighters already. The knight and the young purple haired girl were still missing and if the rooms were as brutal as Grell suspected then one of them were likely to be doing poorly as well.



>Grell's grin stretches on her face. The amount of annoyance in Clint's eye was hilarious.

Fashion can wait for now, can't it? If we need to find dear Sophie I may have the solution to that.

>Grell looks around herself and after a moment scoops her chainsaw from the ground. She flicks the chainsaw, sending the blood clinging to the engine housing away in a spray of blood.

>The reaper ignores the yipping of the dog instead to find a suitable shadow to slice into. Like before she carves into a shadow, like a knife through hot butter, and splits reality into the dark space they used earlier.

I'll just key in on her soul and be there in a jiffy! Right this way~!

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....You sleep tight, alright?

>Bailey said, kneeling down next to Koki and giving her a smile. A bit of a somber one at that. She'd be okay, she was sure, Dave was pretty durable all things considered, so she had no reason to believe someone who was also god tier wasn't just as durable. Bailey would get up, head over to the rainbow gun, and lifted it up with the gloved hand. She gave the weapon a look over, Not at all her style. Looked like something a warlord would use in battle. Customizing weapons would be nice, of course, but things could go too far easily. Regardless though, if this was the gun that Koki spent three days trying to get, she was going to use it. Bailey pulls the charging handle to insure there was a bullet in the chamber before marching off! Hopefully she'd beable to get to Appleslice and Stein in time before anything bad happens to them
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>With the laughter from the three girls, Clints eye twitches once more. He takes in a deep breath for a moment before letting it out through his nose, turning to Alice and leaning over.

I am trying to save my daughter Alice. I do not have time for games. Please change my clothes back now.

>Clint would stand up once again, going to give Dixie a whistle to get her attention before turning towards the portal that Grell opened. Going through the door Dixie found might have been good, but atleast with Grells portal, they won't have to worry about what's on the other side....atleast as much.

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>With the dust having settled and everyone being okay (Well, everyone whose wellbeing actually mattered being okay anyways, since Captain is definitely neither, was neither), one might think that Sophie would calm down like the others in her group had.

>Instead, she seems to just stand there as if trying to figure something out, until the others comments seem to rouse her attention.

"Everyone was in the center, so at least they might be safe....we should probably go back for them, but there is only one door...I guess we just have to wait."

>As she looks towards it thoughtfully she finally seems to notice what she'd felt was "off" before, and launches an orb of light energy at the crystal that seems to be filled with the same magical energy that had comprised the Captain's self destruction.

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>Makalov raised an eyebrow at Casey's strange dancing but in the end he found it rather charming. Now he felt rather silly thinking that she was still a threat or might even try to double cross them.


>And just like that, the Knight's sword was sheathed

<I can't believe you guys did it! I though Captain was the biggest, baddest skeleton i ever met and you beat him like it was nothing! Glub Glub!

"Hmm, didn't I tell you from the beginning? We're pretty great and these bones stand no chance! Now...where in blazes did I drop my shield..?"

>Now Casey was explaining the confusing logistics of Frank's lair, floors? Like basements? Are they underground now? They have to be right, from the outside it just looked like a normal cave didnt it? His shield meanwhile was left behind when Casey first started throwing skeletons at him, buried under bones.

>For now though he had to provide Casey with some more information.

"Nah, I was the first one in that room when we stormed in and nobody entered either of those rooms. So everyone else must've ended up in one of the fifteen floors hm..."

>Pointing over to the exit the Captain was blocking the knight asked

"So...if I got this right, that tunnel there there leads to more bad news, but it's also our only way outta here? So...we're basically stuck down here? Unless we can break down a wall somehow, drop into a lower floor."

>He let out a sigh, looking down at the random lines the girl drew in the dirt...at least, it looked like random lines to him. The more Makalov heard about this Frank guy the more he seemed like a complete goofball with his music studio and concert he was apparently about to hold.

>It's not like he has any moral stakes in this mission, it's just for coin so he couldn't care less really.

"Well, what do we do now? Is there a teleporter around here somewhere? Time's probably short and the others might need help from us."

>For just a few seconds Makalov was able to spot something...rather enticing near the Captain's remains, a gem of some sorts?

<Oh? What's this? Some kinda treasure? Looks like it'll be worth a pretty penny.

>But before the greedy knight could act on his impulses Sophie already chose to apparently incinerate it.

"Aww, this sucks! Why'd you do that?"

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>Marisa just sort of glances back with one of her usual smirks. The sort that makes it really really hard to tell if she's just making fun of other people, since someone who actually cared wouldn't be making jokes like that, would they?

"Looks like your clothes aren't quite as immortal as the rest of you after all."

>Beyond just dusting herself off a little, the short young woman doesn't seem to mind the state of her clothes too much, though the worst of it blends into the black of her dress pretty well anyways.

>When Yuno goes off to play doctor with that other literal hothead, the magician seems to focus on the remaining member still with their group who she'd mostly ignored the whole time up to then.

<"Ohhh yeah, there's booze. And you'll be lucky if I don't end up drowning myself in it."

"Well, if you do, I'm not going to be the one giving you first aid, so don't get your hopes up or anything."

>Between the matter of fact delivery and the girl's smirk it'd be pretty clear that she's just halfheartedly trying to mess with Sasuun though. Especially with the way she just sort of shrugs afterwards.

"Guess at least one good thing'll come out of all this anyways, ain't really used to drinking with guys, but if you've got booze you've gotta be better at holding it than those Ponies I helped out a while back at least."

>While they're waiting the girl just kind of continues to go on and on, almost as if she's just trying to fill the void...or like she's an idiot, one of the two.

"Seems like you really have to set your rates in advance around here, what with people being too cheap to even put out snacks for guests most of the time."

"Well, its not like I can just ignore an Incident happening right in front of me just because they can't actually pay me afterwards though either, ya know."

>Her incessant nonsense finally gets cut off by Yuno and Mokou speaking up again.

"You ladies done over there yet? Seems this swordsman is offering to treat us to enough booze to drown in, so we should probably head out before he comes to his senses."

>She doesn't seem to feel a need to clarify whether or not she's including Tsuna in the "ladies" or not.

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>The more Sucy stares her down, the more Dixie's anxiety grows as she begins to pant and try to avoid eye contact. Rather obviously by turning her whole head away rather than just her eyes.


>With her attempt to point out the air vent completely ignored, Dixie lets out a defeated sigh as Grell describes how her dark portals work. Here she thought they functioned by imagining or seeing the location in her mind. Though it makes sense that it keys into specific souls too being a reaper and all. As forcibly casual as possible, Dixie makes her way closer to the group, ready to hop through the portal with the rest.

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>Casey shrugs

Frank never taught me how to teleport. Only how to summon different kinds of skeletons and skeleton relating things. If your friends are just as strong as you guys, then they might be fine?

>Casey says, unsure of herself.

Knight of Mourning was a champion swordsman when they were alive with special soul powers. Mr X was some kind of experiment from another universe or something. He doesn't talk so i don't know anything about him except nothing hurts him. Like, at all. Frank liked to stab him for fun because he wouldn't do anything about it.

>Casey nearly jumps when Sophie destroys the crystal as it lets out a faint wispy scream. A gentle red smoke rises up from it's broken remains and dissipates into nothing.

You broke one of the magic crystals! Why would you do that? Those are like magic batteries and really really rare.

>Casey crosses her arms and pouts.

I always wanted one but Frank said i wasn't allowed because i'm not "disposable".

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>The girl doesn't have much in the way of responses for most of what Makalov is asking herself, though its not like she's the one being asked in most cases anyways.

>In any case its more important to make sure the energies had dissipated properly, so that noone ends up getting hurt by anything remaining of what had been contained within that odd stone.

>Still, she turns to face the others when he finally does question her actions, since her destruction of the dark forces at work seems to have been successful.

"It was a trap, so I destroyed it."

>While the information about the other opponents was something to file away for later...something else the odd yellow girl had said seems to strike a nerve in the purple haired tween.

<"You broke one of the magic crystals! Why would you do that? Those are like magic batteries and really really rare"

"It needed to be destroyed. It was..."

<...Like Lambda's powers...but different, worse maybe.

>Sophie begins to snap at Casey before stoppinng mid sentence.

<I always wanted one but Frank said i wasn't allowed because i'm not "disposable".

"...It was what caused that explosion. The energy was the same. Something being disposable means you plan on throwing it away, just like Captain ended up, so you can't touch stuff like that!"

>Sophie actually looks pretty mad about it all.

"If you got hurt, how are we going to be able to help you find your Dad? How could we get your bunny back? You can't see either of them again if you die, so you have to be more careful!"

>Roll 1d1000 = 285 Odds only, the girl's expression softens a bit after this, as the unknown fate of the others...as well as there being other similar crystals that were handed out to other of Frank's "Disposable" underlings sinks in. Worry quickly replaces anger as her sharp stare falters as she speaks quietly as if just to herself.

"...I can't let anyone die...they'll get taken away forever. They won't be able to see the people they love anymore if I don't protect them."

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>The makeshift sphere flies through the air at breakneck speed. From inside the sound of air wooshing past through the tiny cracks could be heard giving some indication of what was happening. The young pony doesn't dare undo the formation out of fear of what he would see should he do so. But soon enough he comes to a loud, painful stop. A loud thoom could be heard as the sphere makes contact on the planet. A distinct rock formation holding the sphere in place as it seems to have been jammed tightly into a crevasse. If not for the harness around his waist the foal inside would have likely been plastered all over the inside.


>After a few seconds the arms undo themselves. Opening up to allow the nauseous Appleslice to get some fresh air. Two arms dedicated to holding him up as he leans over and heaves what was his breakfast in the area down below. After one of the free arms pats him on the back the two holding him up would begin moving him away down the rocks. Mostly just to remove himself from the smell.

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>Sas would watch silently as Yuno finished her spell and cured Tsuna of the supposed curse he was afflicted with, and he lets out a bit of a sigh of relief that he seems to be okay. Even if he seemed quite exhausted, he at the very least wasn't dying.

>Which is a step up from how things were only moments ago.

Oh don't worry, I was basically made for drinking.

>He says with a bit of a smirk of his own, crossing his arms as he makes the claim.

But hey, if you want food, go for it. We certainly don't have a shortage of it. I'd honestly be surprised if anyone ever complained about not having enough food.

>Same with the alcohol, now that he thought about it. Though he didn't often see very many people down in the cellar. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to keep it that way.

>Sas walks over towards Mokou and Yuno, and crouches down next to Tsuna.

Right, well.

>Standing back up, he turns around to face the trio of girls, and reaches into his jacket. From within it, he pulls out a small wing made of wax, and holds it in his hand.

>He then bends down and picks Tsuna up off the ground, holding him up on his back and nodding to himself.

Everyone place a hand on either me or Tsuna, and I'll bring us over.

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>With his eyes closed, he continues to lay flat on his back as Yuno began to place her hand on his neck.

>For a brief moment, this once again calmed him, slowing his breathing and causing him to relax.

>The girls warning however makes it not quite last as long as he might've liked, and he opens his eyes for a moment and looks at her, preparing to speak.

..Wait, what do you-

>The slight pain was enough to get him to flinch and shut up, stiffening up a little bit once again as Yuno began her incantation.

>And her grip continued to tighten, almost choking him, and he lifts a knee and raises his arms a little bit in protest. He keeps once eye open as he shakes and winces from the slight pain and inability to breathe properly.

>What's worse was the burning and eventual riiip of the parasite from his neck, and as soon as he's able he slides back a little and places his own hands on his neck, panting loudly and trying to catch his breath.

>When Yuno bends down next to him and asks if he was okay though, his breathing slows and he stares at her silently for a few moments.

..You can.. call me Tsuna..


..Thank you..

>He says, still rather confused about the whole situation. He was cursed? With what? Umbranis Vampiri?

>He sighs, and lays back down. He was too tired to think about anything right now.

>It isn't until Sas walks up to him and also crouches next to him that he looks up again, barely managing to even hold his head up.


>He's a bit surprised when Sas lifts him onto his back, but he's not exactly trying very hard to be let back down.


>Damn, he felt useless.


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>Now with the bug taken care of Yuno was much more at ease, watching Tsuna slowly recover, smiling at him.

"Heh...no need to thank me Tsuna, i'm just doing my job."

>She said with a not so subtle wink so very glad that this man was spared an incredibly horrible fate, ending up as one of her mother's puppets or worse...The girl's smile faltered every so slightly until Sas suddenly picked the man up!

>Grabbing her staff Yuno got right back up to her feet, now that look of slight worry returning on her.

"But if...you suddenly feel the urge to bite someone's neck or your fingernails and or your incisors start to abnormaly hurt or malform...please don't hesitate to call me! Though I am confident I took care of everything thanks to Marco one can never be too careful."

<"You ladies done over there yet? Seems this swordsman is offering to treat us to enough booze to drown in, so we should probably head out before he comes to his senses."

"Ah...i'm sorry to have kept you waiting. We can go anytime now.


<"Pretty good work ya did there Yuno, not bad."

>That voice, those words. Yuno turned around to face the witch who was complimenting her.


>The girl very briefly looked her over, she looked absolutely horrible though it's just the same with herself, what a night this has been indeed. Though Mokou's words were not in vain as Yuno's cheeks visibly flushed.

"Gosh...something like that, coming from you? I am flattered hehe..."

>Taking a look down at her filthy, torn and bloody robe and over to what was left of her apartment the girl's expression dropped once more, the full ramifications she had yet to realize, if she was being honest with herself she hoped to simply wake up any moment now, late for work.


>She would still need a few moments to process everything by the looks of it, for now simply standing close to Tsuna, a hand placed on him for both supporting him and to get the ride Sas was promising.

>Marco in the meantime didn't have much to add, choosing to simply float near the two girls, ready to travel with them all.

"Tsk! You all get to have fun drinkin' your braincells away! Don't come cryin' to me when the hangover catches up with you, that'll be my fun then buahahah!"

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"Well, can only hope for now, I guess. This really sucks."

>Makalov complained some more, this mission wasn't at all what he thought it would be. Slowly sliding himself off of his mount he would begin to scour the ground for his dropped shield as he listened to Casey's explanation on Sophie's surprisingly scolding rant at her.

"Huh, guess it really was a trap then? Woulda probably sold for a pretty penny anyways. But yeah Casey she's right you know, don't play around with big magic thingies."

>Sherlock in the meantime was left to be by her lonesome, she was the one keeping a sharp eye on the only entrance to the room while also looking Casey's way every so often. Sherlock was a mighty warhorse with strong legs and an even stronger resolve and sharp intellect, pretty much the perfect companion for any knight and the armor she so proudly wore had several scars of battle and dents to it, some of which wre more shoddily repaired than others. Looks like Makalov is either being a little cheap or he gets in trouble a lot. In either case Sherlock doesn't seem to mind too much though she was impatiently digging with her hooves, grinding up some bones.

<"...I can't let anyone die...they'll get taken away forever. They won't be able to see the people they love anymore if I don't protect them."

>As Makalov was kicking some bones around he had to stop, hearing Sophie say that line in particular.

<I've never heard a kid talk like this before, for crying out loud she doesn't look like she's finished with puberty yet but she talks in this awful jaded way.

>He sighed, shaking his head, it's a shame that kids are used to these things these days, but it wasn't really any of his business, for all he knew this kid could be like one of those freaky dragon laguz and actually be 100 years old or whatever..


"Ah, there we are..."

>With a heave the knight picked up his heavy shield, dusting it off and picking off any pesky bones that might've stuck to it, making his way back to the two girls.

"Say, Frank doesn't happen to have a treasury or something right? Pretty sure he won't need that soon enough."

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"Heh, ohh.. well.. before she comes back or guards start asking who we are, yeah.. lets dip."

>Mokou returned the smile to Yuno, her innocence knowing no bounds it seemed, but her expression at realizing she was as broke and homeless and poor now of possessions as Mokou, could easily be felt and shared.

>Stepping and taking Yuno with a hand over her back on a shoulder in a sort of hug, motioning her towards Sas and Sawada, putting her other free hand on Sas's shoulder, holding Yuno to her side.

"Tssk.. we're gonna put that to the test, I. Don't. Get. Drunk~ ... unfortunately for you eh Marco."
>She said giving a smirk at Sas and then a sort of nod and tease towards Marco.
"C'mere you."
>Mokou motioned with a quick head tilt to Marisa to join in on the group huddle of sorts.

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>The memory still fresh in her mind she would be sure to commit this all to memory. She was more then willing to hop back into the dark abyss of the aether as she followed everyone into it. This episode almost made getting stabbed and getting one of her handful of outfits ruined worth it.

>While she was still suspicious of the dog she had grown a liking to the other two females in the immediate proximity. They were at least enjoyable enough to allow to live for now. And Clint was proving to be a useful source of entertainment himself. Not so much that she had forgotten their agreement though. He would still pay dearly for the events that transpired in this lab in particular.

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The red crystal... was dangerous?

>Casey lowers her head and crosses her arms, ashamed and embarrassed from being scolded so harshly. She couldn't remember the last time she was scolded at all let alone like this. Had Sophie not been a hero of light, she might have gotten very upset from the scolding and changed back to Franks side. But she knew better than go against a real hero like her. She'd never considered the possibility that the red crystals Frank gave being dangerous at all. Followed by a brief silence from Casey after Sophie finished, she quietly answers back.

Okay... I won't play with big magic thingies anymore.

>Casey shows no reaction to Makalov rediscovering his shield and doodles on the dirt floor with her claw.

Frank has a bunch of cool stuff in his sanctuary that he got from the bodies he uses... but he keeps all his money in a bank.

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>Alice snickered in her wand, trying to compose herself.

"Oh, I would love to but there's no time to waste. We need to get going."

>She said soon positioning herself behind Grell as she prepared the portal.

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>Once inside the Dark Aether Grell pauses and furrows her brow. There's a moment of disquiet on her face, confusion, but with a shake of her head she turns slightly to her left and tears an exit in the dark space, not at all far from their entry tear aside a single step.

This should be it, let's take a look...


>A loud and likely familiar noise of the chainsaw rings viciously into the air, carving its way from a dark corner with a single and smooth drag from the floor to roughly human height. The first through is the red reaper, who looks around for their missing posse with a hum.


>Should anyone look at her the reaper looks to be an utter mess. Her white shirt has a hole cut into it and is stained with darkening blood, which soaks her vest, coat, and trousers. The ends of her hair are wet with the same blood and hang bedraggled around her. The reaper also looked unusually pale, paler than when she first arrived with the rest of the intrepid crew.

>Despite the awful appearance she appears to be in good spirits and, once catching sight of them, waves merrily with a flashed grin.

Oh good! None of you were maimed! That's rather excellent!

>She pauses and looks to the small amphibian and raises an inquiring brow. She glances to the two inquisitively and gestures to it in a manner asking, but not verbally, 'now what is this about?'.

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>As Appleslice proceeds to lose his breakfast, the Doctor comes upon him with the same devastating speed granted by his rabbit talisman. He comes to a stop at the crevasse that Appleslice had zoomed into and peers inside it. It was too thin for him to follow, the pony was however small enough to fit in the thin space to a certain extent.


>He folds his arms and waits for Appleslice to come down out himself, waiting expectantly with a displeased and firm stare. He'd let the pony figure out he was here in time, if he said anything now then he'd likely jump back into hysterics and tear off again before Stein could get a word in edgewise.

>Maybe he'd just grab him once he was close enough just to stop him from doing that, though there was no telling what the pony's mechanical arms could do when he was surprised. Was it worth startling him?
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>Clint gave a small huff through his nose, taking a breath in, before slowly letting it out. Clint would be close behind Grell stepping out and looking quite worse for wear. Not only being bloodied from the left side, and missing his entire arm from the shoulder. Also, unfortunately, he was still wearing that outfit that Alice had made him put on. Clint looked around slightly, and seeing that there was no immediate danger, Clint looked to ALice once she passes over and holds out his hand

I'm going to need my arm back. Specifically the robotic part.

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<Oh don't worry, I was basically made for drinking.

>The vertically challenged magician seems to look Sasuun over for a bit at this comment, before just sort of shrugging when she doesn't spot the horns she was looking for.

"With drinking you've gotta have snacks, right? Gotta say you're shaping up to be a rather gracious host for living out in the middle of nowhere."

>At the suggestion Marisa uses her broom to bring her up high enough to place a hand on Sas' unoccupied shoulder.

"Pretty sure I could get there quick enough on my own, but I kind of want to see how you manage to carry all of us there with that tiny wing of yours."

<"Gosh...something like that, coming from you? I am flattered hehe..."

>Well, and it seems like there's something else going on that might at least be fun to tease Mokou over later...though honestly it was getting way too complicated if you threw those things the immortal had said to Marco into the mix as well.

"Sounds like you're just jealous that you'll be missing out on the party to me! Guess stuffing yourself in a book wasn't the best approach after all!"

>She calls out with a huge grin before chuckling to herself. After all, for being a foul mouthed old man, the grimoire could actually be pretty funny, at least in the same way those idiot fairies tended to be anyways.

>Yeah, she's definitely going to tease those two over drinks later.

"Yeah, pretty sure you're gonna be disappointed if you're just waiting around for one of us to get sick, Marco. Being a book you've probably got the lowest tolerance of any of us."

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>The girl doesn't seem to realize how much Makalov is pitying her at the moment, or even that he heard her worries slip out for that matter.

>Still, at least he was backing her up on the important stuff, so she'll have to thank him later after things are settled with Casey.

>Though...the last thing he said makes her wonder if he's sort of confused about their mission. After all, they need Frank alive so Clint can talk to him. So thats another thing to bring up.

>First however is making sure the other girl understands. She seems rather young after all, and easily mislead.


>Well, at least she's listening though. It'd be really bad if she ended up getting hurt after all, especially since her dad is probably looking for her too.

"Good girl. After all, your dad would be sad if you got hurt while looking for him, right? So we have to make sure nothing bad happens to you until you can meet him again."

>She gives both of her companions a kind smile as she says this, before turning to Makalov.

"Thanks for your help keeping Casey safe so far."

"Oh, we're not supposed to kill Frank though, since Clint needs to talk to him."

>As if summoned by her talking about Clint, everyone else shows up almost immediately. Which is pretty convenient actually, and none of them are dead so thats a big plus as well.

>The pretty one named Grell seems to be covered in more red stuff than before and doesn't look too great, but her life force seems fine.

>The fuzzy witch and Clint are the really concerning ones....Seeing as one has one less arm than usual...and the other, might not exactly be Alice anymore, since there's that same energy again coming from her.

>...Not that she can do anything about either at the moment, aside from keep a close eye on them.

>In any case she really has nothing to say but parrot back some of what was said, since it's apparently the thing to say.

"Oh good! None of you died!"

"This is Casey, Frank stole her bunny and she needs help finding her dad, but she's been helping us in the meantime."

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>The foal remains blissfully aware that Stein had already caught up with him. His arms retracting for the most part allowing him to walk on his own four legs for a while. This wouldn't last long as with still some distance to go he stops short of the crevasse opening. Once the pony has caught his breath Stein would hear him go into a faint sobbing. The adrenaline rush of the chase wearing out.

.....How am I supposed to proceed?

>He asks himself through the sobbing. The faint sounds of battle going on in the distance masking any ambient sound Stein may have been making.

There is no scenario where I can face him now.

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>As Appleslice starts to wander off Stein follows silently behind, his footsteps quietly passing on the checkered ground. Dirt was uncommon on the battlefield, not unless the surface was somehow broken during the various battles that ravaged it. Overhead the clouds, ever puffy and serene, float by as they were carried by the breeze.

>The corner of his mouth tilts down when the sound of sobbing reaches his ears and his steps slow. He stops not too far away from Appleslice and allows his arms to fall back to his sides, no longer holding them cross in front of himself. The rabbit talisman disappears back into his Sylladex and for a moment the doctor listens as the young pony continues to sniffle and sob through his plaintive worries.


>Appleslice had unexpectedly failed in his battle earlier, which placed him in danger, and although it seemed like he was physically fine there still seemed to be something wrong with him...

>Stein closes his eyes and takes a slow breath. When he opens them again he looks at Appleslice, but not normally. He stares at the pony using his soul perception, looking for any attributes that could clue him in to what was going on with the young colt.

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Ahh, so you're just mad he doesn't do his job, and takes his seat for granted!

>He nods to himself, crossing his arms in front of him.

Makes sense makes sense! I can see where you're coming from!

>He actually goes silently for a bit after he talks about this other demon he knew. A war between heaven and hell? Seemed interesting. But, what could they gain from such a thing? He'd have to try and learn more about it at some point.

A war between heaven and hell, huh. Perhaps you'll have to tell me more about that sometime! This other person sounded like quite the demon, too! Perhaps one day I'll surpass him, and succeed where he had failed.

Though honestly, it seems like step one really is getting rid of the prince of gluttony. Though I'm not sure if I'm a good fit for the Prince of that particular sin.

>He shrugs.

I suppose we'll have to see what happens.

Say, will I be forced to take the seat if I'm the one who kills him?

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>Stein would be able to see a cascade of emotion making up Appleslice's soul. Sorrow over his current predicament. Guilt for hurting someone he cared for. Indecision over his next course of action. Physically he remains hidden within with no signs of coming out any time soon.

....my fault..... My fault things have escalated to this state.

>The guilt begins to rise. If it were not for his presence in this game the in fighting wouldn't have gotten to this stage. He knew he was the weakest link in the chain. A person made of fire, two trained soldiers, and (from his perspective) the world's strongest man. And what was he? A runt who paled in comparison to his heritage in terms of combat ability, a kid who always needed saving even when he tried to save others. He imagined how things would have gone had it been his father instead of him. Everyone would have likely gone home months ago. Uncle Screwloose wouldn't have died trying to protect someone who clearly didn't need it. His ability would have lead everyone to a quicker, happier end. But instead they were stuck with him. Uncle Screwloose was stuck with him. And his one chance at true happiness was gone forever because of it.

>The guilt weighed more then he could carry. He thought that maybe if he just waited in here the game would end and everyone would be sent home. Just stay, hide, and give out codes. That's all he was good for wasn't it? Just stay here, be a good boy and let the grown ups do their job. Cerberus would find him eventually. He was a good boy. For now he turns and takes a seat on the ground. His back resting against the wall as he waits for the inevitable.

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>Sas actually looks over to Marisa with a bit of a smirk, holding the small wing up a little bit so she could see it.

Magic, that's how.

>As soon as he's sure that everyone had a hand on him, he crushes the wing in his hand, small streams of light immediately beginning to swirl around his arm once he does.

>They continues to swirl up his arm, continuing the magical lightshow across his body and eventually reaching those who were touching him.

>The light would glow brighter and brighter, streams of energy becoming thicker as it encompassed the small group, swallowing them up and then dispersing with a small, beautiful pulse of light.

>They had disappeared from where they stood.

>Moments later, light would begin to form a platform of sorts on the floor of the Wayne Manor foyer, and a pillar of light would soon erupt from it.

>As the light fades, the group would appear right in the center, exactly as they were when they left.

>All in all, the trip probably took about 5 to 10 seconds total upon crushing the wing.

We're here! Lounge is over there. We can get food and drinks in there once we get Tsuna laying down on one of the couches.

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>Tsuna actually looks a little uneasy as she sets up this new scenario, tilting his head in curiousity and confusion.

..Uhh.. bite someones neck..?

>Maybe it would've been better if he hadn't asked. Now that he thought about it, he probably didn't want to know.

>Oh well, too late for that.

..R-right, I'll let you know!


>Though he closes his eyes and holds on tight as the light begins to swirl around the group, somewhat bracing himself in case something happened, or in case it hurt at all.

>Luckily, it didn't hurt at all, and he hadn't even noticed there was any kind of change until he opened his eyes again.

>There was a brief warmth as the light encompassed the group, somewhat soothing and relaxing, which lingered slightly even after they arrived.

>He thinks he remembers how those wings worked. It directly used the life force of those using it to warp the person and those touching him to any location he has been to previously. Seemed pretty dangerous to just use nonchalantly, but he was in no position to say anything about it.

>At the mention of getting him laying down to feel better, he raises a hand to try and speak up.

..I'll be.. fine..

>His words are somewhat quiet, and are split with exhausted breaths as he leans lazily against Sas's back.

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"Hmm, cool stuff in his sanctuary huh, gotta keep an eye out for that then."

>The knight idly replied as picked up his shield strapping it to his arm all proper and nice. As much as he loved doing nothing he had to at least stand guard at the entrance while the girls rested up.


<"Thanks for your help keeping Casey safe so far."


>Makalov looked over his shoulder at Sophie, raising an eyebrow at the praise she gave out of nowhere.

"Well uh...you're welcome? Gods, you can be both terrifying and way too sweet at the same time huh?"

>In either case, it did sort of warm his heart that the girl was appreciating his being there, if he was being honest with himself it felt like she was protecting him than anything else.

<"Oh, we're not supposed to kill Frank though, since Clint needs to talk to him."

"Well...I am pretty sure talking's not an option anymore, since he boasted about killin us all and how he split us all up to be killed off, sicking his henchebones at us."

>Does she really think talking to that kind of guy would lead to anything? So innocent, in Makalov's experience you can't trust these guys as far as you can kick 'em.

"We'll see...maybe we can end up forcing him to knee before us I don't know."

>With a shrug the knight would let his shoulders roll, looking over to the exit.

"In either case, you got pretty banged up, you should rest a bit while I stand guard and-"


"What in blazes oh my gods!"


>His blade drawn and shield raised the Knight spun around, facing the recently opened dark portal, the adrenaline already getting pumped into his system.


>The poor Knight's heart jumped a little bit, it was that crazy but admitedly lovely chainsaw lady.

<"Oh good! None of you were maimed! That's rather excellent!"

>Makalov let his shoulder sag in disbelief, first Sophie thanked him and now someone told him that it's a good thing he is not dead or horribly injured.

<What the devil is going on today? Did I fall into some sort of bizarro world???

"Oh, it's you, phew!"

>Shaling his head the knight would be at ease once more, looking Grell over.

"Yeah...we're okay. Had to fight this enormous skeleton guy, he smelled like a mound of forgotten meat."

>Noticing the woman's strangely inquisitive look regarding Casey Makalov for once put one and one together, hearing Sophie already trying to explain the situation.

"Yeah, Casey here got scammed by Frank, probably told her a buncha nonsense that made her trust him, typical scumbag behavior takin advantage of a little girl."

>Finally, he noticed the rather messy state the formerly prim and proper lady was in.

"Uh...you doing okay? Looks like it was you who got maimed pretty bad."

>Sherlock in the meantime didn't give a single FUCK

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>There was a sudden, sharp inhale coming from the girl as Mokou slung her arm around her in sort of hug, for a moment Yuno was wincing even.

>But it did not last, soon enough Mokou can feel the girl relax in her grasp, calming down and perhaps even leaning into her a tiny bit. She does however stay silent for now with a little bit of a softer expression on her.

"Awh seriously?! Where's the fun in that? Might as well breathe oxygen then! Same thing!"

>Came Marco's protest once more, not at all thrilled to hear that particular fact.


>And now that other girl continued to rub salt in the wound oh how much this sucked! What's even worse is that the girl got him right dead on to boot.

"Pfah! You gotta prove yourself first, half-pint! I bet you can't even drink Yuno under the table! Probably because you shouldn't hmm?"

>That's gotta sting just as much, he knew there had to be a reason why this brat was so hot on the drinks, pretty obvious!


>And just like that, everyone appeared in the manor in just a matter of seconds.

"So...this is Wayne Manor?"

>Yuno more or less asked herself than anyone else as she had a look around, the teleport felt awfuly pleasant compared to what she usually experienced, this wasn't freezing cold and loud at all it was almost like getting dipped into a sauna very briefly.

>For a few moments she would simply stand there staring holes into the air, still standing by Mokou's side and finding it rather comfortable.

<We can get food and drinks in there once we get Tsuna laying down on one of the couches.

>That sounded like a great idea-

<..I'll be.. fine..

>Oh no.

"Yes, yes you'll be fine. Once you've rested properly."

>The girl spoke up to Tsuna with a strange confidence, looking up at him with a funnily stern expression.

"You need to take your health seriously, Tsuna...You have saved all of our lives by vanquishing the heartless in one fell swoop so you deserve and need the rest do you hear?"

>Now that stern frown turned into a smile as she further tried to convince the man.

"You would do nobody a favor by pushing yourself so needlessly, okay? Please?"

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>The inevitable finally comes. It's the steady and measured steps of the doctor finally approaching the small pony. It wasn't quiet around them, the faint noises of the war waging on the battlefield makes ghostly noises in the distance. Faint sounds of explosions and concussive steps rattling the ground only make small tremors in their isolated spot, and for a moment it seems all so far away and disconnected from the two.

>Without asking for an invitation the doctor sits next to Appleslice. If the pony hand any inclination to run, he'd find that a hand had come down on one of the tentacles of his suit with a sudden but firm grip pinning it to the checkered ground. Stein doesn't say anything at first, instead mentally parsing through what he could use to breach the topic of the young pony's despair.


>He sighs. He never was that great at this sort of thing. There's a pang, an echo of guilt over his shortcoming here. Appleslice had been playing this hellish game for some time now, they all had. He was just a child, he wasn't equipped to withstand the rigors and stress that they had endured this whole time.

>His experience as an instructor at the DWMA had illuminated that much to him. Some kids could bravely face conflict for stretches, but there was always a breaking point for them. He had seen the state of Appleslice's soul in many kids before, mired in sadness and guilt and indecision that replaced their naive courage and enthusiasm.

>This game was no place for a kid so young. Even Koki was pushing it with her own relative mental age and he knew that much. These kids were just falling apart.


>His voice breaks the relative silence. It's not as demanding as before, there's a tentative softness to his voice, as gentle a touch as he could muster to not rattle the pony any more than he already had.

>For a moment his heart sinks. Marie would know what to do. If he could he'd ask just what she would do here. He couldn't ask her, obviously, but he closes his eyes and thinks. What would she say, if she were here?

>Marie was soft and caring, very in-tune with the emotional states of other people. She was incredibly empathetic and enormously giving. Children easily softened around her and relaxed. If Marie were here she'd probably hug Appleslice and gently ask what the matter was, if not just let him tell her outright.


>That would probably weird the young pony out, he thinks, and tosses the thought out of his head. Perhaps the most obvious thing to say was the correct route.

Why are you upset, Appleslice?

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>Hears the sound beside him. An enemy? Cerberus? His heart skips a beat when he looks to the side to see he had been found by the one person he wanted to hide from. Before he could move he feels the grip on one of his metal arms. He could flee all he wanted but he knew there was no way he could beat Stein in a fight. With no other options he shifts himself so his back faces the doctor.


>His body noticeably jumps as he hears him say his name. Though he manages to hold himself back as he follows up with the question. He puts on his best "big boy" face as he tries to answer. Though it takes him a moment to muster up the words.

How......how am I supposed to fight alongside you now?

>Stein would feel the arm in his grip begin to pull from him slightly. Likely responding to some subconscious desire to flee from this moment.

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>The gentle tug doesn't pull very far, Stein's grip is like steel and nearly uncompromising. The best Appleslice gets is a slight twitch of give followed by a consistent resistance seized on the mechanical arm.


>The doctor tilts his head. His glasses gleam on his face but the expression in his eyes are hidden by his reflective lenses. That wasn't the direction he was expecting that to go. Appleslice had been muttering about something being all 'his fault' with morose insistence. His willfulness to get away, even now, was not lost on the doctor.

>Maybe imagining what Marie would do wouldn't help. He'd have to fall onto his own strengths to figure this out.

>He reassesses. Trace back to the start. What happened? First, he had thought that Appleslice had gotten hurt while they were engaged with the Dersite enemies on the battlefield. That assumption was wrong, Appleslice was fine. This was all emotional. What was his emotional state like prior to the fight? Not abnormal, Stein thought, in fact the pony seemed very dutiful and enthusiastic in his progress, so if it was something building up Appleslice was either the best actor in the session or there was something else. Stein knew the pony wore everything on his sleeve, he couldn't lie his way out of a paper bag if he tried. That couldn't have been it.

>Before Appleslice's weapons malfunctioned all that happened was the memo.

>The doctor's brows lift up behind his glasses but again his expression is hard to read aside it. Stein stares at the pony, quietly stunned for a long moment, then looks ahead of himself and lets out a loud and weary sigh. He doesn't say anything out loud and resists the urge to slam his palm on his forehead.

<"I'm a damn idiot."

>He isn't sure what to say either. If he tried imagining Marie all he could picture was her looking at him in annoyed exasperation. "He's just a kid Frank and you said all of that where he could READ it what is wrong with you?" he could even hear her voice if he tried hard enough.

>What could he say? The game was a poor suicidal bid for meager meaningless happiness that was never meant for him, though the thought was likely a nasty shock to the young pony. In the doctor's desire to pound into Koki that she hardly was the only one to lose and suffer for their part in the game he completely missed Appleslice's take, and with that heaped an irrational guilt and sadness over it.

>What was there to say? Except...

I'm sorry.

>He lets the mechanical arm go and pulls his arm closer to himself with another sigh. He leans on the rock and looks up at the fluffy clouds overhead, suddenly feeling very tired. A large puffy cloud hovers overhead, and if he stared hard enough, he could spy a moment of Appleslice poking his dreamself on the nose, waking himself up over and over again, reflected on the surface of the clouds.

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>The words seem to fall on death ears. The arm retreats back to Appleslice only to slide back into his harness. His body remained slumped over as it begins to jerk in place.

....You...You did nothing wrong.

>From his perspective he spoke the absolute truth. Stein played the game with efficiency and grace. His decisions, though at times devoid of compassion, were done in hopes of ending the game as quick as possible.

I...I was the reason for everything. If any other player had been here you would not have perished. If I were not here you would be able to be with Miss Marie again. If I......

>The words get caught in his throat. His breaths heavy as his shoulders tense up over and over as he tries to keep his emotions in check. And of course he was failing horribly at it. His foreleg lifts up to wipe the tears from his eyes.

.....I'm the one who should be sorry. Any other player would have made this session easier.

>Even with everything he had done to improve himself over the course of this game he couldn't help but compare himself to his betters. People stronger more experienced then him. A thought process which leads him to one more damnation to his name.

If not for me Ken would still be alive.

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>Stein listens quietly, and once Appleslice finishes he looks to the pony with lifted brows and offers a half-shrug.

Appleslice, none of anything that happened in this session is your fault. Do you remember what I said about the nature of this game?

>Maybe not, it had been a long time by now. Perhaps the Equestrian needed a refresher now that it had become muddled by time and a whole lot of things happening in between.

Sburb is a game where fate exists and determines what should and will happen for the sake of the game itself ending. Technically speaking nobody in any session can be blamed for the situation which is thrust upon them or their actions they take if it ultimately ensures the game will finish, if it's what is meant for the timeline to complete as Skaia designs it.

>The doctor turns his head and sweeps one of his long arms out in gesture to the rolling checkered hills dotted with the tiny black and white carapaces going at their games of war. Golden and violet ships floated through the turquoise sky, parting clouds high above in the atmosphere of the battlefield.

This is why this game is hell, Appleslice. It's an exercise in the futility of free will versus the uncompromising machinations of a power in control of everything around us. No matter what could have been, that's not what was designated, and therefore is unimportant to what happens next. You an I were meant to play this game and for whatever arbitrary reason the game has, it decided that events has to proceed as it did for us to reach this point where we sit around talking about it.

>He sighs and shakes his head.

I can understand why Lalonde at her age decided to try breaking the game. As pointless as it ultimately was for her to try raging against the nature of fate it was a conscious decision on her part, as is anyone who decides it's better to accept the dignity of death and nonexistence over the slavery of destiny. There's an individualistic nobility to the thought.

>He had considered it too, honestly, but his promise outweighed the necessity of it. The Heir would see that Appleslice successfully finish the game, he owed Wade that much at the very least.

But individualistic nobility doesn't let you see your father again. It doesn't make it so you can go home, grow old and have more adventures or have a family if you wanted it. That choice traps you as you are in an ever-changing world inhabited by the dead and dreaming. That's the fate of everyone here if the game doesn't go according to the will of Skaia.

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But... Frank can't die.

>Casey says factually just as the roar of Grells chainsaw interrupts them. Casey hops up to her feet, gripping tightly to her CROOK OF FRAILTY. She is about to announce herself to the newcomers when Sophie takes care of the introductions for her. Realizing that these must be the rest of the group, Casey relaxes. They all look like they had a really hard time fighting on the other floors with how bloodied they were. Considering how well off Makalov and Sophie are, Casey assums that they must be the strongest in the group to get away without severe injury.

I am ready to help the hero of light and her friends fight Frank.


>As Dixie steps through the portal after everyone else, she is finds herself drooling at the sheer number of chewable bones scattered about the room. It was almost for than her intelligent mind could fight against as she starts sniffing about the room. Barely able to contain herself, she side glances the rest of the party, breathing a sigh of relief that Makalov and Sophie had managed to survive. Being, mostly ignored by the group, Dixie attempts to secretly gnaw on a stray bone while the others talk. Hoping that Clint of all people woulnd't see her.

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>And so the group was once again reunited as one. Sucy steps through the portal and takes note of her new surroundings. Seems that the two had picked up a new companion along the way. Seemed the talking lizard was just as eager to get this over with as Sucy was. Which was good in her eyes.

>For a brief moment Sucy recalls her earlier suspicions. Looking to her side she would spot Dixie nawing on a bone for a moment before looking back to face the group. She begins to think perhaps she had been a bit too paranoid about the dog. Which still left her wondering why it was even here.

Lead the way Sailor Uranus.

>She says nudging Clint on the side while waiting for the group to get moving.

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>Explanations come readily though Grell can't help but smirk at Sophie's earnest and cheerful response mimicking her own initial greeting. The small yellow thing she supposed was duped by the necromancer they were after that the duo must have found while handling their own little mess. The reaper could tell that whatever it was, it wasn't much in the fleshy department. Dusty old bones wouldn't have done much against her chainsaw, Frank's methods of planning out his divide and conquer strategy had some strategic merit after all.

<"Uh...you doing okay? Looks like it was you who got maimed pretty bad."

>The reaper looks down at herself and clicks her tongue at the dismal sight that was her formerly meticulous appearance.

Ah yes, that. I'm afraid that one of our young witch associates and myself were zapped into this strange hospital room where three zombies were waiting for us. I wager the necromancer expected the big fellow to put up the most issue but it was one of the smaller ones that stuck me.

>She turns her head and gestures theatrically to Alice, the other small witch, with a bright smile.

Thankfully I was able to get patched up enough before I lost too much blood. I'd hardly be much help to you lot if I lost all of it!

>She wondered briefly if her good mood had something to do with the fact she was light on blood already. It was likely she was high off the sensation of lightheadedness, enough to make her unreasonably pleased and giggly.

>Said state is why she nearly splits into a giggling fit over seeing Clint's dog furtively slink aside with a bone clamped in her mouth. She wasn't sure what the importance of the dog was but the furball was good for a laugh at least. If Frank had any more skeletons perhaps they could sic Dixie on them next time!

>With Clint preoccupied with his arm situation, the reaper silences her chainsaw and sticks it back into the safety of her coat, hidden from sight and seemingly gone once a flap of fabric covers it. Grell rests her hands on her hips and briefly glances to Sophie once more. For a moment her humor seems to wane and she gazes at the purple haired girl with a steady stare.


>How curious it was, this girl and her soul. Grell had expected the young girl's soul but what she sensed when she walked in the Aether was odd to say the least. Unnatural. It wasn't her business to pry but what was she?

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>Progress in Rotan following its cataclysmic event left the remaining few of the lonely headquarters isolated and partially destroyed by the aftermath of the SSS class event. With monetary funds provided from Captain Strider of the original branch the building had bounced back considerably from its decimated form. Windows were replaced, pipes to underground wells dug and properly reattached to a nearby pumping station, and a modest but functional septic tank alleviated the immediate modern issues of the building. The Headquarters already was free from any power grid thanks to solar cells on the rooftop, a blessing for the seven who made the isolated outpost their new home. Food was more an issue with bi-monthly shipments flown in from the port. Roads were still an impossible dream at the moment, as most infrastructure work was done to connect the port to the booming new city located in the former Allied Reeve Citystates.

>There were political murmurs already that passed through the gossip grapevine that were the workers from the port town of New Belfast. A triumvirate of wealthy individuals spearheaded the growth of the devastated nation, paying out of pocket the funds needed to build new oil derricks to once again pump the precious fluid for sale to places like Lancia de Pace or Po-Koro. Housing for construction crews and returning natives found a place in Phoen, the proclaimed 'city of rebirth' and new capital of the declared 'Allied Rotan Collective'.

>There was no big surprise that of the three patrons of this rebirth two were Reeve, and the name more reflective of the Reeve's old term for their region. There was also likely no missing the sign that while Pheon was built on the geographical border of Rotan and the Reeve citystates it was aggressively pushing for political dominance in the region, soaking up most resources and individual interest compared to the desolate position Rotan's Riftguard HQ sat in, which at one time was the prosperous capital of a proud country. The land was still dangerous and riddled with sinkholes that could kill if one wasn't careful when walking through the turbulent plains or churned hills. While the Riftguard was useful to protecting and monitoring the region, none were willing to shell the money just yet to fix the road or develop the broken area of the vanished city. The depths of the former catacombs, crypts, underground sewage, and ancient dungeons had cored the land and left unstable holes in their wake. With a city as old as the former capital, the place was nothing less of a minefield to travel. Inspectors and land surveyors all would woefully say the same thing: it would take years and incredible amounts of cash to develop the land again to be safe and usable by any populace.

>There was also, of course, the destabilized nature of the rifts following the SSS event. Rifts, which once had not been too common in Rotan, now frequently popped up. None were of the same devastating power as what caused the calamity to the nation, most just enough to open portals to other worlds for upwards of one week before shutting closed. These rifts deposited flora, fauna, and even the occasional piece of junk from another universe dumped unceremoniously at the bottom of a pit or the top of a mountain.

>It's here at the top of a mountain nearby the old capital of Rotan that the new captain of the branch, Althalos Byrnwyn, examines a peculiar statue sticking out of the ground. It appeared to be some kind of dragon's head with tall sloping horns pointed up to the sky in a dual prong. The statue reached to the sky triumphantly, with wings akimbo and talons yearning for the sun.

>He hums to himself and walks around, scratching his stubbled chin as he examines the statue. A language he didn't recognize was written at the base, and devices used to detect rift energy suggested the thing was incredibly magical. A rift had opened and closed on this spot with incredible swiftness, yet all that seemed to be deposited was the strange statue.

Looks like some more out-of-world junk. Rift already closed up too...

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Is there anything unusual about the statue?

>Solaire would ask. He still had trouble operating and reading the advance devices of the Riftguard. He would approach the statue, studying the dragon. It was far "safer" for Solaire than Althalos. If it was dangerous, Solaire was more disposable. He could return from death. He'd still proceed cautiously, it still hurt to die. And to not scare any members of the Riftguard here a second time.

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>Letting out a breath as the teleportation took effect. A feeling she'd been exposed to before in similar fashions but, this one seeming more warm.

>Blinking twice as she looked around, now seeing the fine interior of the manor.

>Looking over and nodding with Yuno.

"Yeah.. ya aren't fine I'd say.. get em to a rack to rest."
>Looking to Sas with a assurance that he would know where to go and take him. Still holding Yuno somewhat close to her side. Her look going back to looking around at the surroundings.

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>The man shakes his head and steps back to appraise the statue. It was a well-made thing, certainly, though he thought there was something about the way the dragon smirked on the statue that seemed offputting in general. The grass near the base of the obelisk the statue perched on was dead, encroaching only a meter away before faded brown turned to lush green.

Not that I can tell. It's magical, sure, but that could be from anything. Could be anti-tarnish spells to keep it looking like new. It could even be something like keeping that gold nugget floating between the prongs of the horns...

>Still, the thing just seemed to be a statue and nothing immediately was amiss about it. Althalos gazes at the green form for a long while and after a long pause he sighs quietly.

Reminds me of the old dragons in a way. Rotan used to have them, you know. Fighting a dragon was a rite of passage, proved how good of a warrior you were if you could get one to yield to you. Rotan dragons aren't Valorcall but they used to have a bite to them...

>The fact no Rotan dragons existed on Rigel Prima was a massive shame. Surveyors from New Northumbria had come to catalogue and look for any species that could survive the incident, but sadly it seemed that just like Mo'Gal and Kameria every living creature had up and vanished. And species living in the countries that had not spread out from their homelands were gone forever now, with hundreds of species filling extinction declarations in official published research conducted by esteemed professors of Houndsridge and Foxcliff universities.

Damn shame...

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>Solaire would nod in agreement.

But at least they live on in some other world.

>He'd say, trying to be positive and look on the brighter side. He'd walk right up to the statue.

Is there anything about this grass?

>He'd say, looking up at the statue. There were plenty of reasons for the grass to be brown. Killed by the rift, killed by the statue, or just transplanted from where the statue came from.

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>The captain of the Rotan branch approaches and looks at the spot Solaire mentioned. The grass was brittle and dry, almost as if it had been dead for quite a long time. The grass meanwhile forming the corona around the statue was lively and bright green from the ample sun and rain it gained. He looks to the base of the statue and hums in the back of his throat.

The land isn't displaced but that isn't completely uncommon either. This grass could be from the world this statue came from and was replaced by the rift that opened up and closed here.

>Rifts didn't always kill grass, sometimes the tears came and went with nothing marring the area around it. Sometimes, however, the rifts could open to places that could have a caustic atmosphere, or allow acids or other corrosive mystery liquids to seep into their world.

>This didn't appear to be either, which narrowed their options down.

Either the grass is off world or this statue could have some kind of negative magical energy that caused it to wither. Either way it's impossible to tell just by looking at it.

>Althalos folds his arms and looks up to the dragon again with a low sigh.

We might have to call the eggheads out again for a survey with something like this here. Could be dangerous if it is a life-force sapper or some kind of corruption generator.

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>Solaire would hum as well, then would turn to face Althalos.

I could save them the trip.

>Solaire would offer, holding out one hand ready to touch the statue to indicate what he was purposing.

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>By now Solaire's notorious persistence wasn't unknown to the Rotan Riftguard, though the captain of it still frowns as the knight reaches for the obelisk.

Solaire, I know you're eager, but this is a magical construct. You want to risk taking chances with unknown magic here? It could-

>Before Althalos could finish his sentence the words at the base of the statue shiver. The runes, carved in stone, glide like oil on water and reform from Solaire's proximity, this time solidifying into a language he could read.

<Hail the God-Pharaoh. May his reign be eternal and his dominion encompass all known worlds.

>There was no name accompanied with the statement, though Solaire would find himself feeling unusually tired holding his hand so close to the statue, as if his energy were waning by being in such close proximity to it.

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"Oh, right"
>With a flick of her wand a small portal opened up nearby him.

"For sanitation reasons I really do not feel like touching it, so feel free to reach in for it. It's suspended in space so there's nothing else in there. To my knowledge anyway"

>Alice soon came through the portal with Grell
<Oh good, the rest of the group.
>She rolls her eyes as she decides to start looking for injuries.

<Dammit... I didn't sign up for this to be a damn medic...

>She nods politely from the compliment.
"Though I am now low on mana because of it, so please, unless it is grave I do not have any more healing magic to spare.

>She said as a disclaimer, hoping they would buy it and make someone else the healer.
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>The words sound familiar. In everything he had forgotten the exact words but the nature of the game rings true. All that had happened was supposed to happen. Everything the five had done or not done had been the will of some unseen force driving them to their ultimate conclusion.

...What if I refuse?

>Maybe it was youthful rebellion. Maybe it was something he learned along the way, from who one could only guess. Or maybe it was the accumulation of all the negative emotion building inside of him that caused his next words.

What if Fate deserves a swift punch to the dick?

>As he turns to his side two of his arms come out and plant themselves on the ground. The continue to extend, lifting him up until his face was level with Stein's.

This entire scenario is preposterous. You have performed most of the necessary deeds to progress us to this state. Why should you of all people be denied the one prize you have sought since the beginning? It.....

>He stops for a second. His body hunching over as the adrenaline wears of. His arms bending to make it seem as though he was floating backwards from Stein until coming to a halt just a couple feet away.

....It is not equitable.

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>Clint gave a small sigh as he reaches into the portal and feels around a bit for his arm. The fear of the portal closing around his arm and cutting it off again did pop up, but Alice didn't seem like the type to just do that for a joke. Clint pulls out the severed arm, and for a moment stares at it and then back at his shoulder where it was one attached. it was a bit ...discomforting holding your arm like this. Especially given the fact that it was still warm. Seeing things like this wans't something that could shake Clint to his bones, but this was certainly something that was going to bother him for some time.

...is your magic going to keep it.....okay?

>Clint wondered if the magic would stop any decomposing of the arm and sort of act as if it were on ice. That'd probably be hoping for too much. Still. Clint would do his best to hold the arm as he removed the metallic forearm/arm from it. Now holding essentially the elbow and bicep, Clint looked at it once more, giving a sigh, before throwing it back through the portal before Alice could close it. Taking a long breath through his nose, Clint held the red metallic forearm and pressed buttons on the number pad as best he could. While he did this he looked over the group, now united once again, and specifically towards Sophie. She seemed okay, better than him and Grell at least.

We got pretty lucky then, eh? I wouldn't hold it against Frank to teleport us around again, so next time that happens, you think you can help us regroup asap Grell?

>Clint asked Grell, turning to face her. That portal opening trick was quite useful. Clint turned to Casey as she and Sophie mentioned helping in the fight with Frank, and nodded his head.

...Good, if you're going to help us, then maybe you know of a way we can head straight to Frank?

>While Clint spoke, he pulled out several items from the robotic hand of his. A pistol, ammo, three bottles of water with grenades duck-taped to them? And pants. Clint pulled the pants over his legs and tightened his belt, then ripped the sailor uniform off his body, rather to go bare chested then with that outfit on. He turned to speak again, to Grell that is.

I'm guessing Grell, that you won't beable to open a portal right to Frank?

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>Alice was rather mean-spirited when it came to her sense of humor, but she wasn't cruel just for the sake of it.

"It is suspended in between planes of existence, almost like purgatory in a way. While there it is frozen in time, so it can literally sit there indefinitely and it would be like it was never there at all."

"Ice can eat its heart out"

>With a snap of a finger, Clint was now in a chicken outfit.

"Please... There are children about Clint, be decent."

>She said while pointing at Sophie
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>When Clint saw Alice snap her fingers, he looks down at himself already assuming that he was now wearing something else. Seemed to be the case! Clint though, looked up at Alice, completely furious. He marches forward towards ALice, grabs her by the scruff of her shirt and pulls her close while crotching down

I already told you I don't have time to fool around, Alice.. Now either change my clothes back NOW! Or get the FUCK Out of here!

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>Solaire would recoil away from the statue as it shivered. He would stumble as he did so, unable to keep his balance from the drain on himself. He'd land on his butt, back outside the area of dead grass. He'd notice the changed words on the base of the statue. That didn't inspire good feelings.

Well I can confirm it has some sort of draining effect.

>Solaire would remove his gauntlet to see if it had

physically affected his hand.

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>Solaire would find the statue's magic didn't appear to leave any mark. Althalos starts forward with a jolt and offers to help the fallen knight up off the grass. He clicks his tongue in annoyance at the man.

Gods sake, Solaire! One of these days you're going to bother the wrong thing, mark my words...

>The text on the statue's obelisk remains a few moments longer but already the words on the carved stone were starting to shiver and muddle towards indecipherable scrawlings of an unknown language. When the captain of the Rotan Riftguard glances at the statue he sees the strange activity of the words but no longer what they had said.

The distance for it must not be too large, but a draining magic? Odd for a statue...perhaps this damnable thing was cursed by somebody?

>It certainly looked like a cursed object. Althalos frowns at the leering dragon's face in particular.

We'll mark this as 'potentially troublesome' for now. At least its range isn't too big, and being so high and away up here it should be fine...remind me to call in to Foxcliff later for a magical inspection intern to take a look at this. With any luck they can break whatever curse is on this and we can do what we like with it.

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>Makalov's various concerns seem to mainly just elicit an oddly confused look from the girl in question...as if she's unsure which of the things she should respond to first.

>With Casey answering one of the things she moves onto the next most relevant seeming thing that was said instead.

<"In either case, you got pretty banged up, you should rest a bit while I stand guard and-"

"I am in perfect condition, so resting is unnecessary. Especially now that everyone else is here."

>Speaking of "Everyone else"...it would seem that Grell and one of the witches were together, though she didn't make it clear whether it was the one with one visible eye or the one with the strange energy coming from her.

>Which is rather troublesome...though apparently that one did heal the "pretty" woman a bit at least so maybe she's not too far gone yet?

>The red haired woman seems to be staring at her for some reason though, which is a bit confusing. Also very strange, since she doesn't remember saying anything odd, nor is there anything she can think of that she's forgotten to do.

<"Though I am now low on mana because of it, so please, unless it is grave I do not have any more healing magic to spare."

>The witch...who may or may not be under the influence of dark forces, provides a potential clue to the cause of the woman in red's strange behavior.

"Are you...okay, Grell? Your condition seems stable but if you're still injured in some way I should be able to heal you."

>Speaking of...Clint is doing rather well for his arm being no longer attached to the rest of him...as with Grell he seems stable at least...though him being in multiple pieces is very concerning.

>Maybe Mom can fix him later? As long as he doesn't get killed before they can get back at least.

<"Please... There are children about Clint, be decent."

>Children is plural so why is she the only one being pointed at.

>Also Clint is angry for some reason. Is there something wrong with the things he is suddenly wearing? Is Alice changing the things somehow?

>It seems like Clint is unaware of any reason Alice might be acting strangely, but if this isn't actually still Alice, questioning her might just put everyone in more danger than just random outfit changes.

>Hopefully things just calm down, since they have more important things to deal with still. Maybe Grell can talk sense into them...if she's not too hurt.

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<Magic, that's how.

>The girl's smirk widens a bit, remembering times she's used that explanation herself, either to keep one of her spells a secret or avoid admitting that she's run into magic she doesn't actually understand.

>In this case, it seems like it's probably the second of the two options, unless he made that feather himself. It's definitely flashier than those strange tablets the ponies had, but probably works on similar principles. Less disorienting too even if the lightshow was a bit blinding.

>This Tsuna guy seems to be keeping up the bravado even now...or maybe he just doesn't like relying on others.

>Stating the obvious will probably just start things up again even if he's in no condition to argue though, so it'd be a lot less annoying to just ignore him for now.

>Especially with Yuno taking care of it already of it already. No sense dealing with something that's just a pain if someone else has it handled and there's no profit to be made.

>Besides, Marco is offering a rather entertaining comeback, so she'd rather deal with that instead.

"Well, I wouldn't know really, since I don't do most of my drinking at tables to begin with. Most festivals tend to be outdoors after all."

>If the taunt was meant to rattle her, it really seems like it hasn't, with the way she keeps smirking back at the tome.

"Well, you're right about one thing though, its a waste to just chug the good stuff down as quickly as possible after all. Though I guess the finer points of drinking would be lost on someone without a sense of taste."

>Or the way she continues into a discussion of proper drinking etiquette like she's dealing with a total lightweight for that matter as well, flashing that smirk that skirts the line between being possible to find charming or completely infuriating the whole time.

"Well, the real loser is the one who passes out first anyways, so only an idiot would think they'd win by drinking quicker anyways. It' more fun to spread it out all day than to miss out on all but the first few minutes."

>Wow, Mou is really hanging off Yuno isn't she. Whether he's just that tired or there's something else up, it seems pretty shameless either way. Especially since they haven't even gotten around to drinking yet.

"You ain't gonna pass out on us as well, are you Mou? Unless you have some other reason for leaning against someone so much, that is."

>The magician comments playfully as the other girls look around.

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>Solaire would take the offered hand.

I hadn't expected it to be an aura around it.

>He'd say once standing.

But I'll try to be more careful.

>He'd look back at the statue.

And not completely odd. It did translate the text on the bottom after draining me. It is some God-Pharaoh. Certainly an inefficient and troublesome way to let others know who he is though.
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>Althalos continues to frown and removes a device from his knapsack. He backs up a few steps and takes a few pictures of the statue, walking around it for different angles, and when he's finished he returns to Solaire and tucks the device back into his pack.

'God-Pharaoh' is a pompous title, isn't it? That dragon must have the ego the size of a planet to take up a mantle like that one. Or his worshipers do, whoever made this thing...

>He casts one last wary glance at the statue's ornately carved centerpiece, the triumphant and smirking dragon reaching as if to grasp the sun above. The man stares contemplatively at the statue and after a long moment waves for Solaire to follow him down the path they took to trek up.

Might as well head back down, we've done everything here so far. We'll head back to base, see if Bev or Jess has dinner up by the time we get back.

>The statue, no longer with anyone close enough to it to drain, sits placidly in place. It's a splendid looking thing in the sunlight, if not for the malicious draining magic it could make for a nice decoration fit for a fancy plaza or building. Althalos puts it behind him. At least with nobody occupying this part of Rotan neither of them had to worry too much over any misfortunes regarding the mysterious sculpture.

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>She only smirked in return, the weight of her in his hands soon vanishing to nothing as she turned to ash before him. The witch snickering from behind.

"Now now now~ No need for violence Clint, all in harmless fun, no?"

>She said, snapping her fingers returning him to his original attire with the exception of the chicken hat. Once his clothing was fixed, she moved on to explore the room for some clues, after all she'd have to show some usefulness for all her fucking around.
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>Grell's explanation for her state was rather strange, almost unnerving. First the dark portals she was able to summon, her terrifying weapon and teeth like knives...now this strange quip about her blood.

<I think all of us would be pretty useless if we lost all our blood. Cause we'd be dead...right?

>Something was seriously amiss with this woman, what was she? She wasn't just a mage was she? Makalov would really rather not know if he was being honest with himself.

"Right...good thing you didn't lose all your blood and die!"

>The knight sort of awkwardly kneaded the back of his neck.

"At least we're all back together. Just, let me take the frontlines, you're already pretty beaten up you know? Don't want this Frank guy gaining more soldiers when some of us are falling."

>He would pat his massive shield as if to prove his point, it does seem like he could take quite a bit of a beating still.


>The sort of pleasant talk he was engaged in with Grell made him miss the confrontation that was brewing, one of the little witches, the less creepy animal looking one kept screwing around with Clint for some reason.

>Makalov sighed, still stood next to Grell he muttered.

"Why did we have to bring children..."

>This really was no time for pranks. Smacking the tip of his shield on the ground the Knight produced quite a bit of noise, trying to get everyone's attention.


"Guys, c'mon! Where do you think we are? We're in the lair of some insane necromancer who's out to kill us all, pull yourself together already, we gotta think about where to go next!"

>The knight seriously surprised himself, when did he get so responsible and level headed? Could it be that all his experience fighting in wars helped him become a better person? Being a Crimean Royal Knight did taugh him some discipline wether he wanted to or not, it certainly was different than the usual ragtag group of mercenaries or bandit clans he used to fight for.

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>The moment Clint shouts, Dixie's head whips around to glare at him, dropping her bone on the floor.

< CLINT! Calm yourself I will MAKE you calm yourself!

>Though she had never tried to do anything like that before, she was prepared to try if the situation came down to it. The last thing they needed now was infighting before fighting Frank. Especially if it's against Clint. Can't have people arguing with the "leader" after all. He was lucky this time that Alice just brushed it off the way she did. Though she did wonder to herself, just what came over Alice to make her so irritable? She seemed stable enough before.


>Casey stares up at Grell with shimmering eyes.

Wow. You beat Mister X?

>She glances back to Sophie in awe.

You have really really strong friends. I thought they all just ran away.

>Caseys attention is quickly redirected with the clanging of Makalovs shield.

But we know where we are supposed to go.

>Casey points towards the only doorway visible. Realizing that she likely needed to repeat herself for the rest of the group, she turns to face the group again and summons a skeleton under her feet to lift her up to eye level. At least eye level to most who were present.

Franks sanctuary is that way. He keeps all his strongest soldiers in there. And all his stuff. He's gonna be really mad when he finds out you guys killed his favorites... except for me because, i didn't die. But he might be madder that I didn't.

>Dixie glances at the young yellow...thing. She was a Necromancer too? How in the world could those two really believe that she would help them? Surely this must be a trap, there is no way that one of Franks own would turn on him so easily. After a quick scan of Casey's mind, Dixie is shocked to find that the little salamander was completely sincere and very young. Along with many other curious memories. Without thinking, Dixie would continue to stare at Casey, completely engrossed in the unusual history of this strange little creature.

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>R34 had lost almost all sense of time, how long had she and her siblings been held in that warehouse? A day? Two days? She couldn't tell even if her life depended on it. So far the Aquarians had simply left them be and didn't dare approach safe for that one very irritating woman with her awful pet and that enormous brute with the pea-brain.

>In the far back, darkest corner the changelings had built themselves a little temporary shelter, strange green resin-like blobs acted as cushions while delivering some much needed shade. While Changelings had no real aversion to sunlight they much prefered the snug confines of the dark, perhaps because of their hivemind sight wasn't needed as much. It was a very comforting feeling to be able to navigate one's home without even thinking about it.

>Yet time was running short, being cut off from the Queen's hivemind meant that they were basically stranded without a steady energy supply and slowly but surely what little energy everyone had left was waning constantly. R34 had done her best to conserve her own strength for as long as possible and while she would be able to make something quite big happen it would need to happen at the right moment, otherwise she, the leader would be left stranded, spelling doom for all the lings under her control.

"Still no sign of betterment?"

>R34 asked an Payprius, vocally of course much to her annoyance, as she leaned over the uneasy resting form of AW1 the other Intelligentsia of the group. He was laying on one of those green blob cushions with his eyes closed.

"He is still now but won't say anything. We do not know what goes on in his mind still, R34."

>She shook her head, sighing.

"We can't leave him behind under no circumstance, damn those humans...We need all the Intelligentsias we can get."

>Another Papyrius chipped in, causing quite a bit of a murmur amongst the odd dozen of changelings of varying sizes, the largest of which was R34.

"At ease my siblings. Do not waste energy getting upset and angry at those humans. Currently we're at their mercy. Trust in the plan."

>And what a plan it was, if everyone had been able to communicate properly there'd be little to no problem, how do humans do it? Communicate verbally 100% of the time? It was such a waste and takes way too much time.

>Whatever the case may be, they had to wait still. Wait what the humans' plan was, wait for the right opportunity to flee, wait for AW1 to recover.

>Wait for a better tommorow.

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>It had been a frustrating couple of days for Doobie. The young filly was utterly distraught about her missing father and her mothers mental condition. With nothing more that he could do, Doobie was left to wander the streets of Aquarius and return to check on the young filly every so often. It would take time for her to adjust to her new unfortunate circumstances. In the meantime, Doobie had other matters he needed to attend to. Supposedly, Equestria would be sending representatives to Aquarius soon to provide safe transportation away from here where the filly and her mother could be properly treated by their own species. Though Doobie was concerned that the same could not be guaranteed for the Changelings. Not that he would suspect anything foul on the part of the Equestrians, but more so on the restlessness of the Changelings themselves. Should they try to escape or attempt something drastic, it would spell disaster for what could be a new age for changeling kind. It was time to pay them a visit. Cheerful as ever, Doobie enters the warehouse and scans the room for the dark corner where the Changelings reside.

Greetings Changeling friends! Fear not, it is Doobie, come to pay all of you a visit!

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>Finding not much else to do R34 soon returned to keeping a close eye on the guards outside, until she suddenly heard.

<Fear not, it is Doobie, come to pay all of you a visit!

>The brave little hamster's voice echoes through the warehouse. Raising a wing to immediately calm the threatening murmur and basically telling her siblings to be quiet R34 got to thinking.

<This Hamster...He was the one who cut us off in the first place yet he acts like he is everyone's ally...It could prove useful.

>A smile soon spread over R34's face as she stepped out of the dark corner, standing tall and proud as she looked down at Doobie with a neutral expression.

"A visitor at a time like this? What could possibly lead you here, rodent?"

>Her voice wasn't a mocking one, moreso she was genuinely curious what he could possibly want, currently blocking his sight to the makeshift changeling lair.

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>Unintimidated by the Changeling, Doobie continues to smile brightly.

Doobie just wanted to check up on everyone, see how things were going.

>Leaning to the side, Doobie briefly examines the other Changelings and the makeshift... nest?

Doobie sees you are making yourself at home. Or at least the best you can in a place like this. Hopefully soon you will all be free of this warehouse and moved to a more comfortable place. One where all of you can begin to adjust to your new lives free of the Queens direct control.

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>Doobie is able to peer around R34's form, spotting several hole-y green globes and at least six pair of glowing blue eyes staring right his way, his every move was being observed from the dark, for what purposes? It was hard to tell but it wasn't outright hostile or malicious.

"Hmm, is that what you think will happen to us?"

>R34 tilted her head slightly, seemingly asking out of genuine curiosity.

"That would surely be...preferable but you should not delude yourself, rodent."

>With a sigh the larger changeling let her head hang low.

"I am afraid our future will look none too bright spent in the deepest depths of a dungeon where we are to be forgotten and die quietly."

>It seems like the changeling was more or less resigned to such a fate by the looks of it.
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Nonsense! Doobie will not allow it. Once the Equestrians see that you are all free from the Queens control and are changed... changelings, they will treat you different. Doobie has always known the Equestrians to be forgiving of those who wish to change for the better!

>He says reassuringly sincerely believing all that he said.

Doobie will do everything possible to make sure that you are all safe and free from a dungeon.

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"Changed Changelings you say?"

>This was exactly what she needed to hear, now it was time to try and convince the hamster.

"You may be more right than you think you are, just not in the way you believe."

>Turning her backside to Doobie R34 would look over her shoulder, down at him.

"Follow me, I wish to show you our future."

>The larger changeling would lead the hamster deeper into the warehouse, right toward the dark and murky corner where the numerous changeling eyes were watching the situation with great intent. Passing the green slime-y pillows Doobie would find them rather comfortable almost akin to a sack of rice only more squishy and warm.

"This is AW1, an Intelligentsia like myself. He is still young and in a critical development phase where much of his capabilities would usually bloom."

>Way, way up on green, slimey bed lays the form of AW1, a smaller changeling with a green mane similar to R34, he was currently simply laying there, unresponsive and almost catatonic.

"What do you suppose ails him?"

>Should Doobie choose to follow he can see the other changelings all back away, giving R34 and him all the space they would need.

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>Doobie follows R34 with great interest, further examining the unusual green blobs that decorated the corner. Supposing these to be beds of some sort, he thinks nothing more of them.


>As they arrive at AW1, Doobie hops along to get a closer look at the unconscious Changeling.

Doobie is not sure.

>He removes his sword from it's sheath and waves it over AW1.

They are healthy enough...

>Returning his sword to it's place, Doobie thinks over what he had seen this Changeling exposed to before.

Maybe damage to the mind?

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"This young Intelligentsia had his mind shattered, invaded by force when it wasn't even done forming yet."

>R34 began to walk around the 'bed' the young changeling laid upon, now looking down at Doobie.

"As he was already in a delicate state, having been cut loose from the Queen's hivemind what little strength he had formed on his own was violently ripped apart by the humans. He is a changed changeling."

>She placed a hoof on the bed her brother laid on.

"He is dying, rodent."

>The changeling stated simply, almost matter of factly as she continued to stare down at Doobie. AW1 in the meantime weakly opened his eyes, unfocused and without much purpose, he simply heard a lot of noise and it disturbed him.

"And you are our only hope."

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>This was serious. Was this changeling seriously dying because it had been cut off from the Queen? That didn't seem right.

< "what little strength he had formed on his own was violently ripped apart by the humans"

The humans did this?

>As much as Doobie wanted to think only the best of the strange citizens of Aquarius, their reputation preceded them. however, he did not recall ever witnessing any of the humans having some kind of mind altering abilities. Then again, an outsider wouldn't really be able to recognize mind based powers very easily. With a hum, Doobie scurries closer to AW1's head and gives them a gentle pat to try and reassure them in their state.

What can Doobie do to help?

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>R34 nodded firmly at Doobie's first question.

"Indeed they did. One of them calling himself Jack possessed a great power over minds. He took control of three of my siblings and made them do his bidding, he tried to take ahold of me as well but I managed to resist the effect."

>She pointed down at the weak AW1 who seemed to not at all be there, it was very hard to believe that this was all an act, not even a changeling could pretend to this extent.

"This is what he has done to AW1, this is what they plan to do with us all."

<What can Doobie do to help?

>Excellent, just where she wanted him, fussing over the little AW1 he would be easily coerced into the plan.

"We are all slowly dying, rodent. Without a stable food supply and nest we will soon starve and wither away."

>She would gesture behind her, where around a dozen pair of blue eyes were watching the two, each belonging to an individual changeling.

"We cannot stay here, we cannot rely on the Equestrian's mercy. My kind and them have been bitter enemies for as long as I can remember, constant warfare and fights plague our pasts with each other."

>R34 let out an angered snort.

"And it seems that these humans are just the same, enraptured in their own self righteousness and power, resenting that which they do not understand."

>She closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"I can save AW1 if given enough time and peace, repairing a mind is a very delicate process spanning months, perhaps even years and requires constant care. I cannot attempt such a risky procedure here, with these hostile minds around and I cannot afford to lose more time with pointless diplomacy. We need to act now, rodent."

>There was a little pause in her tirade before finally adding.


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>There it was, exactly what he had feared. Seems his gut feeling was right, they were planning to escape, but what she spoke did make sense. Jack did have an unusual aura about him beyond his imposing physic.

Doobie is not good at diplomacy, only at being a great warrior. But Doobie still believes you would all have a better chance with the Equstrians than you ever would here or even out on your own. Doobie knows that the changelings and Equestrians have their differences and bad history, but maybe that is clouding your judgement too. The Equestrians would not be so cruel as to imprison and starve you to death when you have done no wrong to them just because you're Changelings.

>In his days spent in Aquarius, Doobie had spent his time inbetween his visits to the filly looking up whatever information he could on Changelings. Though the information was scarce, he knew that it was likely the Equstrians would be highly suspicious of the Changelings.

Doobie sees you, all of you, as innocent of any crimes. You were all under the dark influence of your corrupt Queen and had no free will. If Doobie explains this to the Equestrians, Doobie is sure that they will understand.

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>There was a brief flash of anger in R34's eyes as Doobie spoke ill of her queen, but she knew better as to act on temper, able to keep herself in check. Though it was immensely infuriating to hear such fallacies.

"Do you honestly believe that any of them will listen? I have personally spoken to the woman leader of Aquarius and she is an awful cold woman commanding her army of thugs without an ounce of compassion."

>R34 pointed right toward the door, outside of which the guards were positioned.

"Do you believe that prisoners of war should be trapped in a cold, dark warehouse while threatened with weapons and barely restrained hate thrown our way?"

>That very same hoof now began to pound against her chest.

"I can sense the emotions other living beings, all of my brothers and sisters can, it's what we subside off of. And not one, not a one of these humans has felt nothing but hatred for us."

>R34 bared her teeth, snarling.

"Hatred is like poison to my kind, it saps our energy, weakens us, this is why we disguise ourselves why we are no ruthless killers or conquerors like the Humans and Equestrians."


>That hoof went right to the ground, punctuating her rant.

"Even being in this very room feels akin to slowly being burned alive, Rodent. We are dying and need to take what little chance of survival we have."

>Now looking Doobie's way once more she continued.

"I do not wish to start a war with Aquarius and the Equestrians, the only thing I desire is for my brothers and sisters to survive, for AW1 to recover. However slim it may be a successful escape it our only shot at this."

"And then, once we have stabilized, once AW1 has recovered, then negotiations would be...possible. Do you not agree?"

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>Doobie does not answer right away, instead placing his paws on his hips and looking into each of the staring eyes. Every brief glance would almost seem soul piercing as he thought over R34's words.

To sense emotions isn't unique to Changelings alone. Negative feelings can effect everyone. Wordless communication between all living being on this beautiful world is not something that can be taught in a school or learned in a book. It is natural.

>He turns to face R34, staring deep into her eyes. His next words are spoken with clear pronunciation and sincere intent. The words flow from his mouth rhythmically, memorized words by heart.

Life is an echo.
What you send out, comes back
what you sow, you reap
what you give, you get

>He continues with more emphasis on his words.

what you see in others, exists in you
do not judge, so you will not be judged
radiate and give love, and love comes back to you!

You say you sense emotion, that you feed off of positive ones, yet fail to display them yourself. You talk about the opinions of beings who you hardly know or have never met. Fully prepared to throw all sentience off to the side as though the whole world was out to destroy you.

>The warrior hamster sighs.

Can you not see this is an opportunity to change how changelings are perceived. If you want to be treated differently, then treat others differently. Those emotions that you feed off of? Display them! Share them! Embrace them! The citizens of Aquarius may be cold, but even they have shown compassion on your people. You know the capabilities of just one human who did this damage to AW1, could they not have sent more to utterly decimate your numbers? Could the Captain not have easily disintegrated countless more with his ships weapons? Could not I, a lone warrior, have left you in the woods, frightened and alone?

The Equestrians are known for their gentle nature. Their Honesty, Generosity, Laughter, Loyalty, Kindness, and the Magic of Friendship. These are all at the core of their ideals, their history, their government, their legends, the very essence of what has allowed them to survive in an unforgiving world. If there was any place on this planet that a changeling could truly find peace, wouldn't it be there?

>Doobie rests one paw on the hilt of his blade, tapping on it to draw attention.

Doobie's blade can only cleanse a soul of evil influence, it cannot change a mind. If Doobie were to help you escape, you would be doomed to fall back into old habits, with little chance of longterm survival. Doobie cannot allow this. Doobie cares for each and every one of you. From D20, to AW1, to you R34. In Doobies eyes, you are not these numbers, you are not prisoners, you are living creatures with hearts and souls just like everyone else. And nothing will get in Doobie's way to help everyone else see that too.

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>Solaire would take one last look at the statue before heading down the mountain with Althalos.

Hopefully today's shipment brought in some fresh meat.

>He'd say cheerfully. He didn't object to the preserved foods, but the fresh stuff always tasted better.

And a reply from the new government.

>There still hadn't been any official meetings with the Allied Reeve Citystates.
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I doubt it. The triumvirate barely acknowledges we exist out here, everything that matters is over there in Pheon now. 'The new capital of the ARC'...

>Althalos shakes his head and clicks his tongue in distaste. They continue down the trail the two picked their way up earlier. Footsteps in the dirt marked the way to go, and in the distance down the slope where the statue had appeared their hoverbikes waited on the flat surface of an outcrop.

They put the gas on the redevelopment, didn't they? Already have the oil distribution line up again to feed in money, draw more workers and business in, build up. It's like a new frontier ruled by who's the richest. Far cry from what Rotan used to be, but I doubt the diaspora care as long as they're paid, fed, and housed.

>The Rotan people and the Reeve who had not been in the country when the disaster struck had come back to rebuild, and there was a concerted effort to scrape and build up from what was lost. Rotan may have lost everything but riches still existed in the soil, in the rich fields perfect for plowing, in the mountains rich with ores, and the deserts swollen with valuable oil. It was a blessing nobody had encroached on Rotan's territory since then, though Althalos had pessimistic views of Shinra to the west and their push east over the years.

>The thought draws a disconcerted frown from the man.

...Solaire. You're from the original branch. You've been a great help getting our branch back on its feet and everything stabilized here, and for that I'm grateful. I think, we'll need you're help to impress upon the captain the importance of Rotan's HQ tenuous position here. Hard times are hardly over and I don't mean rift-wise either. We need either the ARC's recognition or their dismissal if we're to know how to proceed as an organization.

>He looks to Solaire and gestures to him.

Someone will need to speak to the triumvirate, to settle what will become of this country in the future and plans should anything happen, be it good or bad.

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They may not be rebuilding as it once was, but at least they are rebuilding.

>Solaire would say optimistically.

This was their home, and they are seeing that it stays that way. That tells me they care beyond just profit margins.

>Solaire would be quiet as the man spoke further.

You want me to request Strider to come and speak to the government?

>He'd ask in clarification. It would impress the importance of the Riftguard to the ARC government with Captain Strider here.

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>Althalos nods and continues picking his way down the slope. Without paths the side of the mountain was tricky to walk on. The hoverbikes couldn't park on a slope, however, which made the trek up as tricky as heading back down.

Given he's the head of the organization he'll need to negotiate with this new government, or at least impress the importance of the Riftguard in relation to their new order. We can continue operations for now but we're working at a disadvantage with the lack of infrastructure connecting us to the country's hub.

If we have another major event there'll be little we can do to notify the populace of Pheon. This also includes keeping the remaining public safe should a rift-bound threat come through, which is one of the functions Riftguard should be able to perform.

>The best they could do is send radio transmission to the city to forewarn them of a formed rift near the area, but that left protection of the city to whoever could lift a weapon in its defense. The situation was not ideal, not as it was now. Something would have to be done, otherwise the function of the Riftguard in Rotan was nothing more than a glorified research station surveying a ruined land.

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>Stein an't help but chuckle quietly at the pony's enthusiasm to stick it to the whims of Skaia. It was heartening to see a reflection of Wade, at least for a moment, in the little colt. There's a brief pang, a faint one of wistfulness.

Life's not always fair Appleslice...besides.

>He looks away from the pony and sighs.

My denizen was right. I made a choice before I even played this game. I was hoping to weasel my way out of it. And I ask you, for what?

>He glances back to the pony, his humor immediately dropping off his face for a serious stare.

You seem to be insistent about what my prize was, but do you understand what that was? Marie, all the Maries in those bubbles, they're all dead Appleslice. That was my desired prize, seeing a dead version of Marie again and being with her...which meant that I had to die and stay dead.

My prize was death and for a while I had it. It wasn't unpleasant, I had a companion, there were Maries but none who had not found their own version of me already. Time had no meaning there and I saw all manners of places, took experiences I never had that were made of others experiences in their lives.

>He hunches his shoulders in a shrug and looks back to the sky.

It was...enjoyable. But I had the choice to come back. I didn't have to take it. I expect if I didn't I would have stayed there forever. But...

>His mouth slowly turns down.

There were people counting on me. Not just you, Appleslice, and not just your father. A friend of your father's...mine too, he's in trouble outside of this game right now. There's a madman who can force people to do what he wants, stripping them of their free will to honor his wants that I need to stop. There's an organization that rots the world, that made it where Marie had to leave in the first place.

There's so much to do, so much I promised to do if I stayed here, that if I stayed dead in this game would never be resolved. I can't do anything if I stay here forever, if I just stay dead. I promised myself when I let her go the first time that even though I gave her up, I wouldn't give up on what was important.

...And I tried welching on that when a kid in blue pajamas offered me to play this game. It's no wonder as a Mind player the lesson the denizen tried to teach was that my choices are my own but ones I cannot go back on once they're made. No giving up now.

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I'll be certain to do so, but I doubt Strider will need much convincing.

>Solaire would say confidently. He hadn't seen anything from the Riftguard Captain that would indicate he'd refuse speaking to ARC's leadership.

He is a good man and knows the importance of our work.

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>Now it seems as though Doobie has struck a nerve as he went on and on about compassion and love and how great everyone supposedly is.

>The elderly changeling's eyes stared right into Doobie's own little beady ones.

"How dare you? How dare you belittle the deaths of my siblings?!"

>The changeling pumped herself up, leering over the poor little hamster and unfurling her wings, a barely restrained fury in her eyes.

"Am I supposed to forgive these savages for the slaughter of hundreds of my brothers and sisters?! Am I to be thankful that a grand total of thirteen of my kind were spared? Allowed to live in these miserable conditions?!"

>There was that snarl again, the changeling bareing her fangs as she leered down at Doobie threateningly.

"The Captain, Vaykor and his men, what do you suggest here? The deaths of my kind do not matter?! When does murder become an unforgivable transgression? What number must be reached? Two hundred? Three hundred? I say no!"

>A manic, almost evil gleam shined in R34's eyes as she continued.

"Even one single kill is enough to make me despise the whole lot of them! Don't you dare suggest we know nothing of love and compassion, only a spineless fool would bend their knee and cower in fear before these savages, these murderers!"

>The changelings in the background could be heard doing an agreeing murmur, the sound of wings flapping and hooves scratching the ground.

"If we were as heartless as you suggest I would've left AW1 behind and fled already with all the siblings I could. No, each and every ling is dear to me I do not waste my love and compassion on those who do not deserve it."

>Doobie had really done it this time, he has managed to provoke R34 and made her show her true colours.

"I can guarantee, had my swarm slain even one human I would not be standing before you. The one reason we're most likely allowed to live is for the information we possess...tsk!"

>She let out an angered snort, slowly but surely backing down and folding her wings back together, Doobie had really gotten a rise out of her, this entire rant was filled with a deep seeded hatred and sadness it was almost akin to floodgates being thrown open to spill bile everywhere. Perhaps even evil creatures have some good in them after all? Reasons for their actions and ways of thinking?

>At the very least Doobie won't need to fear R34 attacking him as she tried to calm herself down, this has gotten way off the rails, not according to her plan at all.

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I expect so, he's the leader of the whole organization. Why else would he be in charge of the Riftguard? Can't imagine it's an enjoyable job...

>Althalos snorts and shakes his head. By now the two finally reach their hoverbikes and with a sigh the captain of the branch clambers onto his. He taps a few buttons on the console, then presses his palm flat on the touchpad to start up the vehicle. It hums to life and levitates from the ground, gently rustling the dirt beneath him in the process.

Our previous captain didn't have anything bad to say about him...nothing good either, mind you, but we weren't that entwined with the main branch to begin with aside casual check-ins.

>He takes the control wheel and kneads it with his hands for a moment. He glances to Solaire and offers a half shrug.

Strider's response is good anyway, all the new protocols for SSS rift events hopefully can mitigate any future tragedies....gods willing it never happens.

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>The Prince does not react to the reduction of his motivations towards faith in the newly minted demon but he similarly does not act upon it yet. The Prince was, above all, confident in his abilities and dominion. The young demon had not crossed a boundary he shouldn't have.

>Not yet at least.


>The word is echoed questioningly but only for a moment. The demon has a hint of curiosity to his tone, surprised that Kano seemed to suggest the outcome of such a end was undesirable.

Inheritance of a demon's seat can go but of two ways. There is the right of domination, where a demon is successfully and permanently killed and their title relinquished to the one who killed them. Then, conversely, the right of abdication were a demon to feel unsatisfied with their place without want of needless bloodshed.

>Lucifer lifts a hand in gesture.

The current Prince of Envy enjoys his seat from this sort of deference. It is not impossible, just unthinkable that someone would bypass the prestige of such a position. The prior candidate was not a fit, and so his wisdom in abdication was perhaps the best for all parties involved. If you truly have no designs upon the seat of gluttony, but merely revenge against it's prince, then if you've in mind someone to take the spot you may name them a successor should you succeed.

>The demon contemplates this but finds no true loss in the opportunity. Gluttony was a useful seat but rarely did Lucifer find the occupant terribly active. Wrath, Envy, Greed...those were the seats he could expect to perform great and terrible things with their powers afforded to them.

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>This would be a great source of amusement. As well as saving Sucy the effort of bullying Clint herself. It was not her fault that there just happened to be a witch who enjoyed pranks as much as she did.

>While credit for the defeat of Mister X would fall solely onto Grell, Sucy would not deny any credit thrown her way. After all she did dispatch one of his lackeys on her own. She felt that earned her at least partial credit.

>With their destination set, Sucy would be just as eager to get this over with as anyone else. Especially since their next destination was supposedly Frank's inner sanctum. She could only imagine the treasure trove of material Frank kept in there. It could possibly fund her research for the remainder of the year.

>With their goal in mind, Sucy would pull out two viales from her robes. With her elbow she once again pokes at Clint's side to get his attention. Should Clint look down he would be able to recognize the two liquids. He would also know what such a room clearing attack would likely be very expensive given Sucy's smirk as she nods over to where Casey had pointed.

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>The fielded question causes the barely purse of Grell's lips as she continued to stare shamelessly at Sophie, her odd green eyes searching for something about her that wasn't immediately apparent to anyone else standing around. She remains as such for a long moment and after it passes she turns her head in a slight shake.

I'm not injured anymore, no, just...thinking I suppose.

>Alice had done an exemplary job, though her insistence that she was low on magical reserves already was a tad alarming. They hadn't even come across Frank yet. This wasn't all bell-ended yet but it wasn't a comfortable position to be in either.

>Sophie would have to wait for her own curiosity, it wasn't the proper time to pry when there was a necromancer to handle and time ticking away. More time spent goofing around meant more time that the blighter could slink away and become hard to find. As it stood she couldn't track him until she knew who she was handling.

>The reaper shakes her head in response to Clint's probing questions. All she knew of this 'Frank' was that they were a necromancer and that was it. Trying to find someone by basis of a first name and a job description didn't narrow any options down, especially with no information on hand from the Reaper archives to double-check.

I'm afraid not, the aether works only if I know exactly what I'm looking for...provided the soul on target isn't magically hidden at least. Until I know where he is I cannot simply take everyone to the place on a whim, otherwise I would have just done that already!

>Why even bother with the entrance at that point? She was fairly lucky to hit so close to Frank's base already but the man sounded as if he were in an inner sanctum they had to penetrate. They'd have to find it now and that seemed to be a trial with how this infernal lair was engineered.

>Before she can voice as much, however, the sudden snapping of Clint on the young witch draws Grell's eye next. She lifts a delicate brow and watches the exchange, hands settled on her hips and mouth curved into a slight frown. The witch appeared to be toying with Clint now, and while it was fairly funny to see the man's face the moment the witch turned to ashes in his hands she had to admit Makalov had a point and they were indeed wasting precious moments diddling about.

>The reaper ignores the praise of the tiny salamander but does pay attention to its jabbering over where Frank happened to be. It was, if nothing else, a useful little creature...even if it appeared to be disgusting and slimy.

I concur with our gallant knight here; this all is getting rather silly. We came here for a purpose, did we not? Save the quibbles for the afterparty, we still have a necromancer to handle!

>With that Grell turns with a flourish, throwing her hair and coat in a wide stylish toss that flecks blood around her in a glistening arc. She marches in the direction the salamander had indicated, her heels clicking upon the ground as she sighed airily. Her hand slips back into her coat and grips the handle of her chainsaw.

I'll take the lead~!

>Out of everyone if there was so be someone to potentially trigger a fatal trap it was best the person who couldn't die be the one to do it first.
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>Clint didn't move much when she turned to ash, though he did move his head towards the sound of her voice. The snap of her fingers was really the only thing he had cared for hearing, and looking down she at least had enough sense to drop the games and turn his clothes back to before she had changed them. Still, he had quite a scowl on his face as he watched the elephant girl wander off around the room while he stood tall once more.

>Though at the sound of Dixies voice, Clint moved his eye to glare at the dog somewhat. As if annoyed that she threatened to calm him down. Clint had half a mind to chew her out at teh suggestion. After all, bringing Alice along was Dixies doing anyhow. Clint was fairly content with just having it be Grell, Sophie, Sucy, and himself. Dixie was the one who had brought along a drunk and a bratty teenager. Clint had enough restraint for the moment to not say anything outloud, what with Alice changing his clothing back.

>Once again Clints mind focus was tugged away, this time by Sucy. Who was gabbing him in teh side with her elbow and gesturing towards her viales. Clint wasn't sure how he should take this, be it a threat or not. Whatever it was, Clint would only give her a look. Not a look like the one he had given Dixie, and certainly not like the one he had given Alice.

>With what the rest of the party members have said, Clint nods his head towards Grell as she marches along.

I'm right behind you. Lets go.

>Clint said to the others as he walked close behind Grell, moving his hand to grab at the chicken hat he had on his head and tossed it to the floor before. His mind was now fully back on track with the objective at hand. If what Casey had mention is true, they're going to have a real mess on their hand.

Do you know anything about those red crystals that Frank uses? The last time I fought against him that was where he got his powers, but I thought I broke them all.

>Clint asked the Salamander, assuming that they were following behind Grell and Clint as they walked.

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>Much of what is being said Appleslice can only vaguely understand. A freight train of information coming at him with no apology. A dark organization, a mind wiping madman, a friend in trouble. So much to tackle it seemed even his advanced mind could not comprehend it. How could Stein juggle so many objectives for so long. Let along keep them a priority even after playing this game for so long.

>Appleslice would look up to his Uncle in disbelief. He had already thought highly of the man but all this mind-boggling. He was already stretching himself to limits he could never before comprehend but here was a man who seemed to make a habit out of it. Was he really that selfless?

>For the second time in the conversation Stein would see a reflection of Wade. The Young pony's amazement shifting to concern. A familiar question being asked as the pony once again finds himself barely able to look the man in the eye.

Why would you do this to yourself?

>A part of him wouldn't have doubted the reason as to remaining in these dream bubbles. But even then for death to be a preferable option to living for even a moment was insane. There had to be reasons as to why he would actively choose to push himself to these extremes. Some kind of guiding force that commanded him to act in such a way. No matter how he try himself he couldn't see the logic of driving one's mind and body that far beyond recommended stress levels.

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>With her true feelings now out in the open, real progress could be made. Doobie listens carefully to her words, her concerns, her fears. All reasonable to have in her situation.

All the more reason you and your kin should go with the Equestrians.

>At the mention of her lost siblings, Doobie's heart aches, still mourning their loss.

The death of just one is already a great tragedy and Doobie does not expect any of you to forgive the loss of your fallen siblings or cower in fear. These things take time, years, maybe even a lifetime to forgive, if that! Focus not on what was lost, but what was retained. Doobie understands what it is like to lose, the pain and mourning can be unbearable. But to live with a grudge wrapped around your heart is a greater death. It is a poison that will consume you and everyone you care about.

Doobie apologizes for saying you do not display the positive emotion you feast upon. You showed compassion upon your kin by saving AW1 and keeping them safe. You have shown restraint and courtesy by not attacking Doobie on sight. You even expressed vulnerability by asking Doobie for help. Would you have done these things if you were still under the Queens control? Would not and has not your Queen have left lings behind or even ordered you to leave them behind? Already you have proven yourself to have grown beyond following the orders of an unjust Queen. You are so much better.

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>The changeling took a few deep breaths to calm herself down as she listened to the little hamster. R34 has done her best to remain calm and co-operative and this very, very stressful situation she found herself in and it seems to be taking its toll on her by now.

>Just, why was she bothering trying to prove anything to this little thing? Was there any point to it? This wasn't the plan at all. The changeling took some time to think her response over.

"Do you truly understand what it feels like? To live and die for a cause you do not believe in? To toil away and jump at someone's every whim?"

>Finally, it seems that R34 was not in the mood to tear into the brave little hamster before her. Briefly it seems like the changeling was considering something, it would be unwise to reveal too much, she already made her stance more than clear with her outburst.

>Honestly, she felt like a big fool, having lost her temper like that.

"We as a swarm, as a hivemind are one, bound together as close as possible. We do not waste our time and energy with pointless intelring quarrels or jealousy...each Ling is born in the position they belong and the rest of the swarm supports and guides that ling to fulfil their role."

"Every ling acts for the good of the swarm as a whole even if it means giving up it's own life, the Queen's mind is heavy making countless of these kinds of choices...we Intelligentsias act as delegates for the Queen's wishes and too can order parts of the swarm at our own discretion."

>The changeling shook her head, frowning at Doobie.

"So I will only ask you this once: Do not call my Queen unjust, though young and inexperienced she managed to almost fulfil the task that was forced on her, which will hopefuly free her once and for all."

>There was a strange little mocking laugh coming from her.

"Hah! At least that's been her delusion for the whole time she's been queen."

>The changeling paused for a second, looking down at the resting AW1 then over her shoulder at the other changelings lurking in the dark, watching while murmuring among themselves.

"It...really does feel strange to be alone like this, to hear no thoughts in my own mind."

"Yet, I still feel this connection to all of my brothers and sisters, almost as if nothing has changed after all."

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<"Why would you do this to yourself?"


>The doctor offers a wan but sad smile at the pony. That was, without a doubt, one of the best questions anyone could ever ask him. He can't even recall if anyone had before. Maybe they did and he doesn't remember, everything after so long blended together in a colorful mess of mayhem.

>He lifts his hand and taps the screw in the side of his hand. It's a simple but poignant noise, the dull 'tink-think' of his finger hitting it that feels as if it rings through his entire head.

It may come as a shock to you Appleslice but I'm not mentally sound. Even without the sickness that is Madness from my own world, my thought processes just are...

>He gestures oddly, as if shaking his hand free of little ants.

Different. They always have been. It's what leads me to do things like blow up a planet full of sentient chess people, clone myself and expose 'me' to the existential nightmare that is existence knowing its not 'my' own, terrorize a princess just to sort out her own mental struggles with a manifestation of corruptible power, throw myself into situation after situation that could guarantee my own death if it meant the world were saved for the sacrifice.

>Stein looks out at the battlefield and leans on the rock behind himself, gazing vaguely at the sprawling chaotic scenery beyond them both.

...There was always an expectation by everyone around me that I would be a 'bad' person. Where some people find it easy to live a 'good' life, others have to struggle and work at it. I had every opportunity to take the easy way and give in to the impulses of insanity, give into psychopathic wants to tear everyone and everything around me apart.

That's something your father and I have in common: working at being good people. It's a struggle not many people understand, it should be easy to be morally just and do act upon impulses of compassion, impulses of valor, impulses that drive people to do heroic acts for the betterment of others around them.

...It should be. But for someone like me? It's not. It's a lifetime of work, a lifetime of watching and studying and trying to understand what people seem to come so easily into thinking or feeling.

>His smile slowly fades and he releases a low sigh. His expression falters, only slightly, as he stared at the horizon.

That's what made Marie so special. I didn't understand but she could make me understand. She's endlessly empathetic, stubborn, and...when I was with her, it didn't seem so difficult. I though when I let her go that I could handle it, and I did to some degree. When this opportunity arose however...well...

>He tapers off and stares thoughtfully at the horizon unfolded before them. The silence is again marred by the noise of the war around them but the doctor listens as he gazes ahead but not at anything in particular.

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Well, you should have a chance to get to know him when he comes.

>Solaire would say confidently as he got onto his hover bike. He would be far slower to turn his on, as always. He really wished they had horses to ride. Or wyverns. It didn't sit well with him how the machine just moved on it's own. He always expected them to just fall out of the sky suddenly.

And yes, may the gods see to it that such an event never happens again.

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>He had never thought about it that way before. He thought that if one was just good then that's all there is too it. Looking back Appleslice could see the flaws in his Uncle's reasoning at certain points of the game. Koki god tiering may have been essential to success but his way of going about it was flawed. It had even gotten to the point that Koki had no hesitation of suggesting he allow him to fall into the lava during their encounter at the volcano.

>Even now looking back Appleslice could also see his father actively pushing aside such things for his sake. He never did talk about his work. He would always be gone for long periods of time but he never knew exactly what was going on. The only thing he was ever told was that he was off getting the bad guys. But even when he was home there would be times where his father would lock himself away in his room. The way he dressed and the way he described his work had lead Appleslice to believe that his father was a hero. And by association he had believed his Uncle was one as well. Being at the young age he was at now morality wasn't that complex. Bad people do bad things, good people do good things. It was as black and white as it got. But grey....grey was new.

I think....I believe that if one attempts to be virtuous, then that should be all that matters. A inherently wicked person would hold no regard to what others believe. Is that not how it works?

>Appleslice lowers his arms so he once again has his rear resting on the ground. For a brief while the sounds of battle would fill the air. The two sitting in silence as Appleslice ponders the concept.

Before this game...I lead a sheltered life. Father did everything in his power to ensure horrors would not locate me.... A futile effort in retrospect.

>With all the preperation and skill at hand, nothing could have prepared the Wilson household for a sudden attack from beyond the stars. It was by luck that the house was located just outside of the city, making it one of the last places to be hit by the invasion. He recalls the family that stuck with him for most of it. For a while they lived in the shelter of Apex tower until Appleslice's search lead him to Wayne Manor. The months leading up to Thanos's defeat were met with an unusual adjustment period. He had spent a majority of his life in that manor. But coming back to it as a juvenile left a strange feeling in him. It was good to see familiar faces again. Even if some of them would be the last time.

....Father still searches for them. I suppose he informs me of this to keep my moral high. At first I was enthusiastic about the idea of reuniting with them. But after nearly three years....

>He couldn't bring himself to say it. Even if it wasn't the first time he had lost family a part of him couldn't bare to bring the truth to his mouth.

Perhaps I was chosen for this session so I may become at peace with this fact.

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<"Is that not how it works?"

>Stein holds his tongue, unwilling to immediately say the negative. A good person could do something wicked and a wicked person could at times house noble tendencies. It never was as easy as determining motivation if the end result were people hurt regardless of a struggle to be good. It was a delicate line and nothing quite as easy to reduce to surface intentions.

>After a long moment, Stein rubs the top of his head and sighs. He couldn't say that was the case, Sburb was not an arbiter of growth for people and if someone did learn something along the way it was all for the purposes of the player creating the Genesis Frog. Someone like Qrow wouldn't have any need for life-shattering revelations when his destiny as his classpect left the necessity of his development to be stalled entirely.

>For the best, Stein though, because an actualized Bard of Space was an incredibly dangerous individual. For Qrow, a lack of development was necessary. His other players probably had little to learn as well, aside Koki's spiral of 'learning' as the time player.

Whatever reasons we're here are ultimately up to Skaia. Everything else? It's what meaning we can find, a purpose for all of this.

>Stein gestures vaguely around himself. The sound of an explosion rattles the ground. It sounded as if the armies were starting to get closer to their location. Any more and someone would be unfortunate to come upon the Rogue and Heir, and Stein was in no mood for interruptions.

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Was it also Skai's will to bring that version of my father here?

>He thinks back to the short moment he had near the beginning of the game. A parallel version of his father differed by one moment in time which lead to his becoming a completely different person.

Something about what he stated...still discourages me.

>Their time was short. But in their final moments he would prove himself to be the same as the man he knew. But in the midst of Stein's apparent demise. Words that were said with such confidence that it silently shook him to his core.

After you perished he informed that he was not my father. I understand his meaning but his tone was.... discomforting.

>The confidence in the way he lashed out at that moment was enough to slap Appleslice back into the moment. He had tried not to dwell on it too much during the game. But now with the talk of destiny and purpose he found it creeping back to him once more.

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>That's right, there was that Wade he accidentally summoned into the game rather than the one he tried to snare originally. It was a shame that Wade was not at all familiar with Appleslice, to the extent that he opposed to entertain the notion that in the expansive multiverse there could be a version of himself that somehow successfully procreated.

>He made Matilda so it couldn't have been that impossible, the doctor thought.

He wasn't your father given he's from an entirely different universe where you weren't conceived Appleslice. That version of Wade believed wholeheartedly he's sterile and incapable of reproducing. Your father in this universe already proved that assumption wrong twice.

>It was annoying that the fancy Wade was enough of an ass to say something so hurtful to the young pony. If he was around Stein was sure to kick his ass for it later.

I wouldn't linger on that, his statements are colored entirely by the biases of his own experiences in his universe. Perhaps that's how it worked there but here is an entirely different matter.

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But...that fails to compute.

>One of his arms extends just long enough to scratch his head. All trying to keep the events in a specific order.

If what this version of my father specified is accurate then his life should only defer by a singular moment in time. And he knew about mother.... So then how....

>Trying to place the specific timeline to his current knowledge was proving inefficient. Yet despite the gaps all signs pointed to him still being born in the timeline this Wade occupied. And yet he seemed adamant that there was no possible way he could have existed.

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Some bonds are stronger than any force in the world. Keep it close, strengthen it and your siblings. Doobie apologizing for calling your Queen unjust, Doobie knows not all the details, only that Doobie's blade removes dark influences and purifies the soul. Doobie made an unjust assumption. What Doobie does know, is that your Queen is in danger too. Though separated from your Queen, these new changes may give you a chance to save her too. When the Equestrians come, we can tell them all that is happening behind the scenes. They may even help support in this noble quest. And even if they are not

>Doobie pounds his fist on his chest and stands proudly.

Doobie will not rest until your Queen is freed from the dark influences of evil actions and save every Changeling possible from unnecessary deaths.

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>There was a moment of silence coming from the changeling as she looked Doobie over with a hard to read expression.

"...You make very bold claims for such a little thing, rodent."

>Her eyes narrow, Doobie can probably feel his very being getting perceived, analyzed.

"Yet you speak with such a conviction and honesty, this either makes you a hero or a great fool."

>R34 closed her eyes, pondering her options and weighing them with great care.

"Very well. I will listen to what the Equestrians have to say under one condition."

>The very tip of the changeling's horn began to glow a faint green as she slowly opened her eyes once more.

"Should I be right and the Equestrians prove to be just as cruel as I claim, you will be mine. You will help me and my siblings escape this place, I will still not consider you my enemy however, you will be free to go once we have made our escape."

>The changeling's horn went out and a small smile crept on R34's face.

"Perhaps I will be able to...help you with your desires as well. You wish to help the foal right? I can tell you that my queen does not care for that one...perhaps, you will need to save the foal from herself hmhmm.."

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>Doobie chuckles

The only difference between a fool and a hero is success! And i promise you R34, i will not fail.

>Although Doobie had no doubt that the Equestrians would be merciful and understanding towards the Changelings, he felt that it would be a good idea to present a backup plan to reassure them that all will be well.

Very well, Doobie will help you and your siblings to escape, but only if it is absolutely necessary. Doobie knows of two safe places where all of you can be free from any governments reach and easily blend in. Doobie has explored much of Aquarius in these past few days and know of many possible escape routes.

>He pauses, realizing that the filly was not included in this impromptu plan.

The young filly... it will take her a long time to forgive your people for what happened to her family. Though she is emotionally wrecked, there is little more Doobie can do for her. It would be best for her and her mother to return with the Equestrians where they might better heal her and her mother. Among those more familiar than the wide assortment of beings that live here.

>Though he cared deeply for the young filly, his feelings were irreverent compared to her needs. He would need to pay her another visit before the Equestrians arrive to explain everything to her.

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>The changeling's eyes briefly lit up as Doobie mentions those safe places, her interest immediately peaking.

"We have a deal then. Let us hope that you're able to back your claims up, rodent."

>While R34 would love to trust Doobie and his words it was very much too good to be true, if all else fails she will simply need to snatch him up and force to talk. It would be foolish to not come up with a contigency plan in case things go even more sour than they already have.

"I will let you know when it's time, should everything go south I will excuse myself from the talk with the words 'I must convene with my siblings and prepare AW1 for departure' when you hear this you will know the negotiations have failed."

>And it looks like her haunch was right, the hamster does care for the mother and her filly for some reason.

"While unfortunate circumstances for her, to be frank, we would have done her a favor."

>The changeling simply shrugged the fact that the filly will probably hate them forever off, instead explaining herself some more.

"Our masters know not of her existance, so the filly was never part of our task. We were to capture the mother, father and the son specifically, would our masters know there was a daughter we would most likely have to capture her as well."

>She shrugged with a smile.

"We're sparing her a worse fate in a nutshell."

>R34 always took great pleasure in that fact, her masters would be unjust to punish them for literally following the orders. Every small bit of defiance was welcome and refreshing in her mind.

"Now then, rodent. Is there anything else you wish to know? This might be your last chance after all."

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As far as he knew that was the differing point but that doesn't mean there were other factors unknown to that Wade that made his universe different, Appleslice. The circumstances of one difference as far as he knew seems simple on paper but carries an underlying connotation that more was different that just a simple moment.

>He holds up his index finger in gesture, continuing in an unmistakable lecture voice he often only saved for explanations like these.

I spoke with that universe's Wade and he confirmed that he killed that version of me from that universe. Why? The circumstances of our meeting wasn't always on good terms, in fact he-

>Actually was it a good idea to tell Appleslice Wade had given concerted effort in trying to kill them on their first meeting? Probably not.

-he fought me the first time we met simply because I appeared to be either a scientist or doctor, a sort of person he had extreme grudges against. Our camaraderie only came about from me besting him in that original fight, and then becoming ironclad following out falling out after the Outworld Invasion. Everything in-between was tenuous at best, with little tilting one way or another to change for a different trajectory. These changes can come about from the difference of a coin flip or the difference in simple mentality when approaching certain situations.

>Stein then gestures to himself.

Take me for example. There was a very real possibility that I could have fallen for those impulses of Madness I told you about earlier, eschewing my lifelong work of trying to be 'good' for the sake of others. Now obviously that didn't happen here, but in that universe something must have caused that to happen, for my thoughts to change so drastically that the end result was a version of myself willing to go down that path. It's a minuscule change that caused great repercussion later in the timeline.

So, with that in mind, who's to say that in that universe your father had one minuscule change he never noticed as well? Changes in multiverses can be so infinitesimally small, Appleslice, that they can barely be registered to an individual experiencing and and to anyone of another universe the change may not even make sense to them. Perhaps something shifted with his DNA years prior he was entirely unaware of, an aspect that did not happen to your father when he underwent the same experience by merit of one chemical compound being slightly more saline than it should be.

>The doctor knew that for most kids the concepts of multiverse theory would fly over their heads, though Appleslie was unusually intelligent for his age. Some of these concepts had to at least sink in to some degree. He was still thinking too shallowly in the scope of the fancy Wade's claims, and with the mutliverse there was any and every conceivable notion to occur.

That's the sort of chaotic probability involved with multiverses you cannot predict, not without assistance of a high-power computer and even that struggles to refine the probability down to an instance of one particular difference between universes.

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>How Stein had met his father was of no news to him. He was retold the story at least once a month if his father had any say in it. Some details seemed to change over time. Like just how long the battle lasted, where it happened, who said what to the other. But it always ended the same. With his father waking up on the manor couch the next morning with a drastic headache and a new understanding of pain.

>Multiverse theory wasn't an entirely new subject to him either. He hadn't studied it on his own but his father and by extension his sister would go into detail on the subject on occasion. Appleslice never understood the fascination of lives beyond the typical scope one could see. Only now did he wish he had paid more attention.

If multiverse theory is any relative of chaos theory then it stands to reason any possible and impossible outcome could occur.

>It stood every possibility that there lives a universe where Stein died and was simply never born. But that too rose a plethora of questions.

However...if my math is accurate I was conceived well before you made acquaintance with my father. I find it queer that the two are mere coincidence.

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>Stein asks the question blankly, not at all sure just what the pony was getting at. Appleslice was conceived before he ever met Wade, why did that matter?

Multiverse theory, Appleslice. Anything and everything that can happen can happen. That's just the nature of it.

>Appleslice and Wade were both oddly fixated on this subject, he thought. This conversation was oddly reminiscent to the one he had with Wade ages ago. Maybe the paternity test thing was something necessary just for the peace of mind. Unfortunately they couldn't do that here, not without Wade to conduct the investigation.

>That was even depending on Wade's willingness to participate in it. Stein had the distinct impression that the man was happier not knowing.

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>As the witches lifeforce doesn't seem to snuff out as she rapidly changes into motes of dust and then reforms almost immediately, the act itself doesn't cause Sophie much concern.

>The fact that this is one of the other girl's capabilities as well, with how she's behaving however adds to her worries of what might happen if things are as she suspects. As well as making it just that much more important to not confront the witch directly.

>Thankfully, in spite of her early doubts of the man, both in regard to his capabilities and his wellbeing, Makalov continues to drastically exceed her expectations.

>In this case by stepping up to keep everyone in line and focused on whom they actually should be fighting. The comment about children seems odd again, especially as she is apparently not being included this time, while Clint is, but...

>Its not really the time to bring that up, since they have work to do.

>It'd be rude to not respond to Casey's comment however, especially since she's just waiting on confirmation that Grell is okay anyways.

"Yes, so don't worry. Getting your bunny back and helping you find your dad will be no trouble either."

<These people not really being her friends is probably best to not bring up right now, since well, they're all Clint's friends at least. Supposedly anyways.

<Hopefully the girl's dad will be able to make her stop summoning skeletons too once they find him, but they have to finish things with Frank first.

>With how quiet she's being, the other witch doesn't seem to catch Sophie's attention at all. After all, she's only been helpful so far, so there isn't really any reason aside from idle curiosity to really focus on her to begin with.

>And the situation they are in is not one that leaves time for that sort of thing.

>How long it takes to get a response from Grell is rather concerning, but as her life force seems to be going strong, its not like she can find any fault with the woman's response.

>She seems to be moving well enough as well, so perhaps its not really anything to worry about. Even though she can't help but worry, especially with how the "pretty" lady charges ahead, even if she is apparently one of the more capable ones there.

>Clint following directly after Grell just adds to those worries as the girl turns to hurry off towards the exit as well.

>Which is why Casey isn't the first one to respond to Clint's question after all, the twintailed humanoid speaking up first.

"They're used to store dangerous energy. The Captain exploded when he used his, so I destroyed it before it could do any more harm, but..."

>The girl stops mid-sentence to glace back towards the others in their group, before deciding that this was her best chance to try and figure things out.

"...Apparently he gives them to all of his commanders, so I'm worried someone in another group might have picked one up without knowing how dangerous they are."

>If not for the fact that everything about the girl is often rather odd, the roundabout way she's talking about things while glancing back behind them would definitely seem especially strange.

"Did either of you see anyone pick up something like that by chance? It'd be bad if someone got hurt after all."

>If she has more to say on the subject she just leaves it at that for now, so its hard to say if she actually knows something, or why she would act so secretive if she is really just concerned for everyone's safety.

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>Althalos rears his hovercycle to turn around to face Solaire. The dirt ripples beneath it from the force beneath the hovercycle, though it moves smoothly from his direction.

At least the events historically are either artificial, as the last rift event proved, or a gradual build up of rift energy that precipitates a class A through S event. We have great detection web for compounding energy, and Strider is funding research for immediate detection of unusual energy associated with rifts.

>He turns his hovercycle next for the slope and leans forward. He gazes down the slope a the the churned fields below. Wild grasses carpeted the torn meadows below but the quick growth of nature had already carpeted the ruined land with green blades of grass and colorful little flowers. There were still an uncanny lack of insects so far inland, he couldn't expect to see bees or pollinating butterflies.

>He glances back to Solaire.

Ready to head back to HQ?

Solaire of Astora!SunO73XMtsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556160

>Solaire's bike would finally lift off the ground.

I'm indeed ready, sir.

>He'd say cheerfully, A little too cheerfully to mask his usual unease with the hover bikes.

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"I'd hold your tongue~ refer to me a child again and you will have the joy of reliving your own childhood.
>Alice winked as she twilled her wand. She frankly was getting rather fed up with the motley crew she had to work with. In all honesty why was she even there in the first place? Wasn't like she contributed much other than some light combative magic along with healing, these guys could have easily fared without her. She surely could have been doing better things.

"Yeah yeah, I get it, sorry..."
>She sighed, redirecting herself to follow along with the rest of the group while they moved along.

>Her concentration was soon broken while Clint talked about the red crystals that Frank was using. Her hand soon plunged deep into her pocket to caress the smooth stone between her finger tips, yearning for her immediate attention as if her own life depended on it, almost like it had some sort of deep connection with her very soul. Her senses start to slowly dull, her body almost seeming weightless while intoxicating levels of comfort and desire the flooded her entire body from the inside. She soon felt like nothing in the world mattered anymore, everything seemed complete with each passing moment, each soft stroke of the smooth polished corners and edges almost seeming to give her all that she would ever need to survive, almost as if each passing turn of the stone controlled her own heartbeat... Perhaps maybe it did?

>Alice passively listened to what Sophie had to say, though thanks to her mind occupied now with other things she didn't really understand a word that was spoken, she merely replies with a shake of her head before continuing on with the rest of the party.
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Appleslice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556162

....Perhaps....I am placing excessive investment in this.

>Appleslice would remain visibly frustrated over this. His first true glimpse into the multiverse had raised an alarming amount of questions. He was hoping for something a tad simpler, like a universe where everyone's gender was flipped or something. It was probably best to shelf this topic for now.

Even still, with infinite possibilities it is difficult to imagine you slipping so far toward the path of malice.

>For a brief moment the young foal would imagine a similar instance where he went down a similar path. Would be easy at first. His robots making quick work of anyone to weak to stand up to him. Though this train of thought is cut off as he soon realizes such attempts would be thwarted rather easily by the likes of Stein and his father.....Unless.....

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>The knight let his head hang upon hearing Alice's threat. He wasn't exactly scared moreso simply tired of hearing things like that.

"Then act your blasted age whatever it may be, gods."

>Dragging a hand across his face the knight made his way over to his trusty warhorse, mounting her with little trouble as he sheathed his sword and had his shield at the ready. This job quickly turned out to be one of the worst ones yet.


>He didn't even care that the half dead scary lady wanted to take lead instead of himself, blast it all, nobody's gonna listen to reasons in either case.

<Let 'em do whatever they want, best I can do is just make sure the kids don't get overwhelmed from behind.

>Waiting for the last of the group to follow Grell the knight would choose to travel in the far back, watching out for any possible ambushes that could really screw them up from behind.
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< Odd

>Alice's hostile reaction to being called a child was something she could relate to and normally wouldn't warrant her concern, but her seemingly out of character reaction to Sophies explanation of the red crystals was worth noting. Very quickly after their fight with the knight and the skeleton mages, Alice had become irritable, hostile, and absent minded. The idea that these were personality traits that had remained dormant until now seemed unlikely. Which left Dixie with only one conclusion, that Alice had taken one of the red crystals. After a quick scan of Alice's recent memory, Dixie mentally kicks herself for not being more careful. How could she have been so foolish as to not have Clint inform everyone to be wary of these red crystals. If something wasn't done soon about the red crystal Alice had, and continued down the path she was on, she would soon become more of a burden than a benefit. With how dangerous Franks sanctuary was likely to be, this was something they could not afford.


< Clint, I believe that Alice has obtained one of the red crystals and is what is causing her unusual behavior. Or at least some of it. I need you to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't use it. Once we are done with Frank, we will have to confront her about it.

>Keeping a suspicious eye on Alice, Dixie brings up the rear alongside Makalov, all while never breaking her line of sight.


>Listening to Sophie answer the question for her, Casey nods along, assuming that whatever information she did know about how the red crystals worked, Sophie knew better. Gradually beginning to replace all that she knew, with whatever Sophie said. Though for the one part that Sophie didn't answer, Casey speaks up as she follows along with the rest of the group. A single skeleton following closely behind her.

Frank has a lot of the red crystals. He keeps them stored all over the place so he can boost his power wherever he is. Sometimes he gives them away as gifts to people who might need them. I used to think that was really nice of him, but if they all explode, then that's a very bad thing he did... right?

>She asks, yearning for guidance on the issue. Having had her whole perception of what was right and wrong flipped on it's head by Sophie, Casey wasn't sure of what was good or bad anymore. Hopefully her dad and master could help correct things for her when these cool heroes help her find them.


>As the last of the group enter through the large opening, stepping over or on fragments of bone, they pass through a shimmering magic barrier that concealed what was hidden beyond.

*Glop *Glop *Glop

>Casey cries out as the team enters into a large hallway. Dim construction lights attached to the walls illuminate a grotesque sight. Three small piles of corpses built up in front of three large chute. An ankle deep layer of blue slime coats the floor, walls, and ceiling, dripping small droplets of the gelatinous substance down on the group. Blue Slime Blobs with beaty black eyes, about a meter in size, slug and hop along every surface. Absorbing bodies and body parts before sliming away further down the dim hallway, their forms seem to wrap around the body of whatever they absorbed, causing the "full" ones to come in a variety of odd shapes. With all the organization of ants, the blue Slimes Blobs do not react to the group beyond the occasional glance as they go about their work. However, the group would find that as they walked further, the slime had stuck firmly to their feet like tar and a growing sense of fatigue spreading throughout their body as though their very life force was being drained.

I forgot about the slimes!


>Dixie and Casey, being physically weak, quickly find themselves stuck, the slime only gripping tighter to their limbs the more they struggled, draining their energy.

< This is going to ruin my fur!

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>While he did not core for the emotionless regard for the young filly and her family, he did not feel that calling her out on her hypocrisy would be beneficial.

Doobie is sure that all will go well and we can have many more talks in the future. Even if it doesn't, Doobie will still have a chance to talk to you more. Doobie cannot help save your Queen and people without a way to find her after all.

>With a simple salute and bow to R34, then to the rest of the watching changelings, Doobie makes his departure.

Doobie will see you again when the Equestrians arrive. May the light of hope be with you!

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>Roll 1d1000 = 600 Evens
>Dub success she's able to pull Casey free in the process

R34!SwarlJo.k6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556172

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>Hearing Doobie talk about wanting to find her queen only filled R34 with glee, looks like her 'trump card' will come in handy after all, for all players involved.

>All she had to do was be smart about it. Easy enough.

"Be safe, rodent. Don't make me regret putting my trust in you."

>Her parting words said the changeling soon returned her attention to AW1 once more, mulling over everything that had transpired in this brief talk.

>Maybe the little thing was right after all? Allying with these Equestrians which she admitedly knew nothing about...perhaps they really were different than those from her home dimension.

>It didn't feel good to have been convinced by such a small creature but at the same time it might be the right choice.

>This is no reason to abandon her plans though, the survival of her kin depends on her own actions.

Makalov!LAZY/18DJ.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556173

Roll 1d1000 = 542 odds Sherlock breaks free

Roll 1d1000 = 847 Makalov grabs Dixie

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>Roll 1d1000 = 519 evens

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>Sas rolls his eyes at Tsuna's response to him, and sighs.

Yeah yeah, listen to the heal-mage here.

>He then starts walking towards the stairs, Tsuna still on his back.

Don't worry! I'll lock this guy in my room and make sure he rests. I'll be back in a bit, alright? I'll be back with drinks and food.

>He says as he walks backwards towards the stairs, spinning around and looking behind him to Tsuna as he walked.

I get it dude, you don't want to worry people, but just shut the hell up and rest.


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>He didn't really like how much she was playing up what he did. It was clear very few people were happy about it, and he only frowns at what she says.

>He decides not to say anything. Not because she knew she was right, but because he really didn't have the energy to argue.

>So he just looks away a bit.


>Yeah, alright, he supposes he should anyways.

>Really he was just trying to not cause anyone to worry, but it seems it wasn't really working.

>In Marisa's case it only seemed to make her annoyed somehow. Oh well.


>He was planning on at least talking to Sas about a few things, but he supposes that could wait a bit as well.


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Mmn.. I just don't think Gluttony fits me very well! Not really me. Hearing he's a problem definitely gives me some extra motivation though!

>He brings a hand to his chin in thought. A lot of this was certainly interesting. The seat of Gluttony was tempting, but.. he wasn't sure about it now. Perhaps there was much he could learn from Lucifer in particular, so he may want to stay in Superbia for a good while longer.

>This might turn out to be quite fun!

Okay, Lord Lucifer!

>He walks past the Demon Prince, towards the exit, and turns around to take a bow.

I'll take a break for now, and go after the Prince of Gluttony at a later date. Until then, I believe I have much to learn about this place and how all of this works. Would it be too much to ask to become a student of sorts? Guided by you and your wisdom, I've no doubt I'd have tremendous success in this realm. With what I have in mind, it's possible in time we could do great things together! Perhaps we may one day pick up where this old friend of yours left off?

>He proposes all this with a bit of a sly smirk. Even if he was declined, it'd give the prince something to thing about for awhile. Placing the ideas in his head was all he needed to accomplish.

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556180

>Roll 1d1000 = 156 odds

Grell Sutcliff!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556181

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>As she walks she listens passively to the chatter behind herself. Apparently the topic of discussion shifted towards 'red crystals' and for a moment the Reaper considers the subject. Hadn't she seen one while fighting the large 'Mr. X' zombie that the salamander had mentioned?

Ah...so they're an amplifier then? Must not be an impressive necromancer to rely on an aid for his abilities to be potent.

>This also must have been the same thing Clint mentioned as cursing Lilly, wasn't it? Perhaps it was some kind of multipurpose magical tool used to enthrall more individuals for his cause? It wasn't out of the question to consider at all.

>He musing comes to a violent stop once she steps over a handful of bone pieces.


>Grell's face twists upon trudging through the sticky blue goop that rises up to her ankles and seeps into her steep heeled shoes. Grell prickles and tries her best to quickly march through, but somewhere around the halfway point she finds herself struggling to pull up her feet and keep going. Ruddy hell she was tired! It must have been the lack of blood compounded with glopping through this muck, she thought, and she wiggles about to try and unstick herself.

Ugh! What the hell is this?!

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"H-Heal Mage..?"

>Sasuun's strange description of her practices, something she devoted a good chunk of her life to, be described in such an off-hand manner...She doesn't know why but she felt a slight bit offended even though Sas didn't even say anything bad.

>Yuno supposed she wasn't exactly a fully fledged White Mage anyways, and thinking back on her performance tonight...it wasn't exactly stellar. Maybe he was right.

"Mr. Sasuun with all due respect...please don't speak of Tsuna in such an ill tone. It's unbecoming of such great, selfless people like you."

>Noticing Tsuna's less than stellar mood the white mage would lean forward slightly, smiling at him as he's carried away.

"Have a good rest, Tsuna! I hope you recover swiftly. And think back to the symptoms I listed for you!"

>Throughout all of this Yuno had almost forgotten how close Mokou to her an almost constant light hug for quite some time. At this point the familiar warmth reminds her of better times long since passed. It was just fine, like this.

>But yet, things weren't fine at all, they were very much terrible in fact and it all threatened to come flooding back right away as Yuno looked up at the taller witch, spotting those distinct, awful scars on her neck left behind by her mother.


>The girl was silent for now, trying to think of what to say first.

"Hey...I apologize for the awful night you had and well...everything in general I suppose. A better host wouldn't have invited you when their home is such a dangerous place right? Hehe..."

>Yuno finished with a weak laugh and a rather unconvincing smile.

>Marcochius in the meantime had stuck with the smaller witch for now, mostly because her bratty ways and overally sassy attitude were a beacon of light in these rather dour times and people.

>Though something about how this one was talking about drinking seemed awfuly fake, constructed, the grimoire knew that this girl wasn't exactly old by any standard yet she spoke as if she had this much experience?

>Something's not quite right.

"Hmm, you're right about somethin' too little thing. Someone with no sense of taste might not know those particular points about drinkin' but."

"He goddamn knows what it means to drink someone under the table."

>Marcochius did a few pirroutes in the air, levitating himself as he spoke.

"Not like a drinkin' contest between mages would be incredibly interesting anyways. Though I guess it's sort of interesting to see how everyone cheats in their own way hm?"

<"You ain't gonna pass out on us as well, are you Mou? Unless you have some other reason for leaning against someone so much, that is."

"Oh c'mon, I had to watch these two all day, you don' get to deliver the punchline! That's so not fair! Hmmrghm!"


>Yuno finally seemed to take notice of the two talking about Mokou and her apparently, blinking as she looked from Marisa and Marco back to Mokou her expression growing a smidge more worried.

"Oh Mokou..you're not feeling well? You're not experiencing nausea right? I can search for a few warm blankets for you to relax with, just say the word okay?"

>The grimoire sort of stopped swaying about as he saw the point fly right over Yuno's head, dumbfounded that someone could be this dense.


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Nodding and watching as the two stepped out to get him some proper rest. A bit glad everyone for the most part was doing better than she figured would have been. Everyone had a tough part about em.


>Raising her brows and leaning back some looking between Marco and Marisa and their banter. Marco's jab hitting her square in the forehead practically. As she looked down to Yuno and her statement.

"Hey hey now.. it's not like that at all. If anything it's on me... and... r-right, yeah.. sorry if I leaned on ya too much."
>Leaning back some and giving a small squeeze of Yuno's shoulder and a smile before turning and beginning towards what looked like a kitchen.

"No no, it's all good, ahm feeling fine."
>She waved a hand lightly taking three steps before her knee buckled and she had to throw her foot to the side catching herself before falling over.

"Once we take a seat and get some food I'll be good. And a drink... or two or.. more.."
>A smile forming on her face looking to Marisa and Marco in particular. Stepping again and headed for the kitchen.. bar.. thingy.. or where she figured it was from Sas' direction.

<I am hungry as heck...

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556185

>Roll 1d1000 = 561 odds, dubs she snaps out of it again, critical fail she's so damn distracted that she practically walks into the monster.

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>Roll 1d1000 = 95 evens

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556187

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>Alice was able to miraculously step over the puddles of slime despite her entranced state, the witch stopping just in time to notice the slime that stood in their path.

"Oh for the love of--"
>She then saw some of the others stuck in the strange goo covering the floor. With frustration she shook her head as she tried to focus again, trying to come up with a plan amidst the foggy desire to obsessively examine the spoils from her last encounter. After a short internal struggle, she managed to pull out of it for the time being, the witch having some sort of will power to her despite her inexperience with cursed items.

>Though she never faced slime before she knew enough of their basic anatomy to know water attacks could be rather effective against them, most of the time anyway. She quickly readied her wand and popped open another vial of holy water from her shrinking supply. She took a breath as she fought to focus her energy into her spell as she cast it.

"Leve est magicae!!"

>Shouted as she cast a bolt into the ceiling, hoping that this one would fair much better than her previous attempts in the last room.

>Roll 1d1000 = 713 odds

Sucy!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41556189

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>It seemed that Clint didn't want to risk blowing money on this. Couldn't say she blamed him, would have set him back a pretty penny. At least the tank was willing to take the brunt of the attacks. Best to hide in the middle if the orange knight was so adamant about holding up the rear.

>Which only made it all the more surprising when the slime came all around them. Before she could react she would find herself stuck to the slime on the floor. A faint tear in her robes would be heard as she tried to lift her leg out of the slime, only to remain as stuck as everyone else.


>She wasn't sure what to do. She could try acid or an explosive but at this range she'd likely just get herself caught in the attack.

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>Stein smiles faintly and glances out the side of his eye at the pony. Appleslice was an incredibly naive young colt, which was remarkable given his father. The pony didn't seem to internalize the ideas of death, cruelty, or suffering. Wade did a good job sheltering him.

>Or maybe Appleslice just didn't process that or repressed it. That seemed more likely, though was significantly sadder if it were true.

You think so? That's good.

>He rolls his shoulder into a half shrug and holds out a hand. In a click of his Sylladex a package of cigarettes appear in his hand, and with a sigh the doctor rifles through it to pull a fresh stick out.

It means I'm doing a good job...it helps when I don't have a constant pull of Madness tugging at my mind anymore, but if you can't even imagine me being so unforgivably heinous then I must be doing something right so far.

>It gave him a strange feeling, not just happy. Contentedness? He could remember the struggle very clearly in his mind's eye, the constant war between doing what was right versus what was wrong, and his own mental gymnastics of his sanity and insanity fighting over the very definition of it. He could very easily picture himself being the absolute worst, there were times in his life where he had nearly acted on such impulses.

>Thankfully, he felt as if that part of him was firmly controlled now. The danger of falling so far felt so far away, which gave him a peace of mind he hadn't felt before. It was...nice, he thought.

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<Don't worry! I'll lock this guy in my room and make sure he rests. I'll be back in a bit, alright? I'll be back with drinks and food.

>Well, there's nothing for the Ordinary Magician to complain about there, as she looks around for somewhere comfortable to sit and wait for the promised refreshments.

>Luckily the tome floating nearby provides a pretty decent way to pass the time, though not in the way most people would expect. Especially not that bookworm, who'd only be interested in poring over the presumed secrets hidden in his pages.

"Seems like the contest falls apart if you're not at a table to start with in the first place though, ya know?"

<"Oh c'mon, I had to watch these two all day, you don' get to deliver the punchline! That's so not fair! Hmmrghm!"

>Her smirk widens even more for a few moments as she realizes that she's likely hit the spot with this one....

>Only to be let down by both of the girls either missing the jab entirely or just having really good poker faces about it.

"Yeah, Mou, just gotta wait that Sasuun guy to get back first. Well, guess he wouldn't mind if ya took stuff out of that weird cold box thing they have in there though."

"Yuno can probably help you figure it out, if you're too old fashioned."

>After calling this out, while trying to keep her expression from cracking too much, she shoots Marco an odd glance before speaking to the book in a hushed but rather incredulous tone.

"...so wait, you're saying they've been doing all this huggy blushy crap all day, but they just blew something like that off so easily?"

"Whatcha say we make a game of it then, not that I have any clue what a musty old book like you would want to wager in the first place."

>If Yuno was to pay attention, it'd be pretty clear that Marisa and Marco were colluding on...something, though with how quiet the rather short Japanese girl has gotten it'd be hard to hear what exactly.

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You're bold to ask for tutelage. I will not. You already have found enough benefit with the favor I already bestowed upon you.

>Lucifer did not sound offended at the boldness of Kano's request but again his expression was as solid as stone and unmovable as well. The demon lifts an arm and gestures up the carpeted path leading back to the grand doors of the castle. As if by magic they open, allowing the dim light of the outdoors to pour in through the cracked entrance.

Come back after you've found your footing as a demon. To prove your competency bring me one souvenir from each realm of Hell and I shall reconsider the task I originally posed to you. That will reveal your skills more than sufficient to perform what is necessary, should you complete it.

>With that the Prince moves to return to his grand throne and waves a hand in dismissal to the young demon.

Now go.

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>Kano doesn't budge when Lucifer denies his request, and his smile does not waver. The new task bestowed upon him by the lord is at least something to work off of.

>Perfect! Something fun to do! Though his wording is a bit vague, he's sure he can figure something out.

>Still in a low bow, hand tight to his chest, he speaks up one last time.

Of course, Lord Lucifer. I shall once again go on to prove myself, and go above and beyond your expectations. I thank you again for your generosity this far. I shall see you again.

>Raising back up from his bow, he offers the prince a sincere smile, and begins to turn around.

>He reaches back to his hood, and lifts it up over his head once more. He places his hands in his pockets, and starts down the hallway towards the exit.

>His eyes glow red as he makes his way out, and a wide grin appears on his face.

>This was going to be fun!

> Yobanashi Deceive [Kogeinu] - Eng Sub

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>Makalov made Sherlock slowly trot after the group whilst keeping his eyes open for any threat that might pop out.


>At first Makalov didn't really think much of the strange noises everyone's steps made but that proved to be an enormous mistake.

>Sherlock's movements suddenly became very strange, restless, her head suddenly flinging around from side to side as she whined in protest, the muscles in her back tensed up as she struggled against the sapping pull of the slime.

"W-What in blazes? Sherlock hoo hoo!"

>The knight attempted to soothe his trusty warhorse to no avail, not understanding what on earth was her problem.


>That is until he saw the rest of the group begin their struggle as well, the sounds of their groans and clothing getting ripped sent shivers down the Knight's spine, everyone walked right into the trap!

>At the very least that rude animal witch seemed to have broken free, casting some sort of spell at the ceiling? He couldn't exactly see what was happening there but he hoped it was something good.


<I forgot about the slimes!

"...Yeah! No kidding!"

>The knight was able to see Sophie in Casey's near vicinity, seemingly unaffected by the slime or at the very least managing to resist it's effect. He had to think fast, whipping his head around he spotted a familiar canine form, whining and struggling in the slime pile. It was that dog that was with the invisible lady when he was first recruited, the one that absolutely hated being pet.

"Look, I know you hate gettin' touched or whatever but- Gyaah!"

>Dixie can feel the uncomfortable rough grip of a metal plated glove tight around the scruff of her neck as she is suddenly jerked away from her adversities and placed upon the saddle of the struggling, panicking warhorse close to the Knight's stomach.

"What on earth are these things?! Casey? What do we do? How do we stop this?!"


>The Knight drew his sword readying his strike once the time came to do so. For now Dixie would be safe on horseback and behind the Knight's shield, he does however fainltly reek of Alcohol and...was that even more chicken in her beautiful mane? How is this even possible?!

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>Refusing to let go of the struggling witch Mokou finds that Yuno stays by her side, offering up her shoulder as the two stumbled over to the lounge with it's various comfortably padded chairs and couches of wildly mixed and matched styles and shapes. There were couches made to fit those cute Equestrians, slightly shorter than the traditional human ones and even the massive fancy mahogany tables came in all sorts of different sizes, spread throughout the room.

>Wayne Manor is well equipped to house all sorts of weirdos and races.

"No...No it's fine. I'm here for you Mokou, I want to help you out as best as I can."

>If the girl was being honest with herself, while she does wana help out Mokou, she more or less simply tried to distract herself as best as she could, pushing the happenings of tonight in the far back of her mind simply not wanting to deal with it now.

>Soon enough Mokou finds herself being supported right toward a massive red couch with some cute little cushions with various designs printed or knitted into them. One of which showed a comic of Equestrian Super Heroes called 'The Power Ponies" posing heroically for the camera with a winning smile.

"You must be so hungry...and it's no good drinking on an empty stomach you know? Immortal or not!"

>The girl dusted herself off some as she smiled down at Mokou. Yuno really was in her element here, doing best when she can just spoil and care for someone else.

"Is there anything you'd prefer? I heard about how well stocked Wayne Manor is, i'm sure they have even the most peculiar and obscure of foods!"

>It seems like distracting herself is working wonders.


>Marco was left to watch Yuno, stunned at how oblivious she appeared to be about how this relationship of hers could be seen questionable.

>Hearing Marisa's quit indulgence the book couldn't help but sigh.

"Ya see this? This been going on ever since the two literally bumped into each other yesterday. I mean, can't really blame Yuno eh? My Fujiwara Mokou is absolutely lovely pfehehe"

>Though the concept of a bet on how this whole thing will go down does sound fun.

"Hmm, that does sound interesting and like the most fun we can have with this hm? Whatcha say we reveal one spell to the winner of this bet?"

>He said a little more discretly, floating closer to Marisa.

"I'll even let you have first pick, do they go beyond holding hands after getting filled up or not hmm? If you win i'll let you take a looksie at one of my pages, if you lose you gotta gimme one of yours instead."

>He really didn't mind sharing some of his secrets, what's the fun in having all these spells and incantations stored within him when he rarely ever gets to use 'em? Not like Marisa was evil or anything like that either.

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