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Camp Athens
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Mason Hughson
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Image Despite his poking, Andy was calm and subdued overall. None of that sticking up for him crap when he wouldn't do the same. For that he was glad.

"Some of us learn lessons the hard way," she replied to a particularly hefty topic. She shrugged. "I now know not to risk my life for someone who won't do the same in turn for me. I'll tell you what though... I've had enough of these near death experiences. They're exhausting." Even when she laughed, Mason rolled his eyes and shook his head but avoided raining on her parade any further.

"Me too... Although, I wish he didn't return alone." Mason would have loved to see Jennova again. But that was definitely hoping for too much. And they should have been glad enough in getting Daniel by some miracle.

Mason tried to smile a little. "It makes sense that Daniel would escape death. Yeah, if anyone were going to do it it'd be him." He wished the same for his sister of course and this wasn't one of those: 'you're fortunate whereas I'm not' situations because Daniel was a true friend to him and he was grateful to have him back. "Damn weasel could always get out of a tight spot."

After some fond reflection on the camp trickster and Mason making himself at home on his friend's bed, Andy put a hand on his leg, drawing his eyes to her. "You can get some sleep. I promise I won't go anywhere so you don't have to worry about me getting myself killed." He grunted. As if she'd dare, and if she did he'd drag her ass right back and they could return to arguing.

Although his eyes closed, he heard her. He was listening. It should have been sad and meant she lived a somewhat lonely lifestyle for a good heap of time but Mason only smiled helped along by the fact she admitted he was her first real friend.

"Makes sense. Only the weird kid would make friends with a son of Hades."

Andy shifted to the conversation to Trinity beating up boys and honestly, Mason imagined that was pretty much it. A bunch of guys trying to hit on the fit tomboy blonde, acting like they were top of the world for the daughter of Ares to knock them down.
Instead, in a niche, Trinity admitted to being more of the ghost. Then going to camp and continuing to beat up boys.

“I almost fell for peer pressure...weird days.”

Now that was amusing. "Forced to join the cheerleading squad rather than the football or wrestling team?"

Andy smacked his leg lightly, and Mason peeked his eyes open with a lazy bat at the air chuckling. "And what about you?"

"Me? The popular guy." He replaced his hands under his head and closed his eyes again. "I mainly kept to myself. Tried to anyway. I tolerated school as a best-case scenario. Grazed by to keep the family off my back but that fell apart pretty quickly. School and grades became irrelevant." Bigger fish and picture and all that, they'd get it. He didn't care to get in-depth about it now.

“Okay, I’m off to make sure Liam is playing nicely with Wes.” Mason would have waved her off but frankly couldn't be bothered. Her footsteps disappeared before racing back. “Guard your face, look after her, and don't show an enemy mercy when they don't deserve it.” He exhaled through his nose and smiled, saluting the captain off.

“Call, shout or come get me if you need anything, okay?”

"I got her. We'll be fine."

When the blonde actually left them, he lifted an eye open to spot his charge, the daughter of Hecate, before she wandered about to do anymore cleaning or little house chores. Mason grabbed the back of Andy's shirt and tugged her down to lay back with him. "Make it easier on me will you and stop shifting around. Not all of us got to be peacefully unconscious for hours. But really Andy I'll get whatever you want or do whatever you need doing around the cabin."

That was his plan anyway in addition to moving to the couch so Andy could have the bed to herself and rest easy. But his eyes grew heavier and motivation to move was harder. She said he could sleep. Yet there remained a nagging thought or two keeping him on the threshold of sleep and awake. His brows twitched to a furrow. "You okay?" He mumbled. He had lost track of how many times he asked her that in one day but he wanted to be sure. And permission to sleep without a guilty conscience.
Edenholle, Arizona
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ImageThe light coming in through the open window bathes two bodies in a golden shadow that is muted enough to tell Friday he’s late. Halloween brings with it the need for the church to be open all day - from morning services for the uptight bible thumpers, to midday festivities for the younger children who have early bedtimes, to right around now when the majority of the town will be looking for a less pagan way to celebrate. And then, of course, past midnight when folks will embrace the amenity of costumes as if that will keep Satan from knowing they belong to him. He’s not late for that, yet, of course, but Father Friday has an image to maintain.

Still, in the comfort of his own bed, with tanned legs draped on either side of his thighs, colorful tattoos etched in the outline of sunlight that catches just right, Friday finds it hard to move. Finds it hard to convince himself that spending the evening preaching about someone elses god is more pressing than being his God. Thinks maybe instead he should pull his silver cross necklace off of Jack’s tongue and replace it with something heavier and needier.

Jack could have stayed this way for the rest of eternity, serving his God, festivals be damned. He needed this, ached for this, and though he knew that there would always be time for more worship there was still a distinct thread of annoyance at the thought of letting go. He knew though that Friday had things to do. Preparations for the coming onslaught of the flock. He himself had fulfillments to meet for tonight's extracurricular festivities. Excitement made him feel as if he were strung tight, ready to burst at any moment.

Though, what was a few more minutes?

A smile pulled at the sides of Friday’s mouth, one meant only for his most devotional of parishioners. He tugged at the chain and Jack came, easy like water, pliant and eager for anything his God may have asked from him. Friday would never admit it, but this was his favorite version of Jack, lost in the heaven they created between the two of them behind closed doors. Oh sure, they got up to plenty doors be damned, but this was different. This was reverence.

“Don’t you have to get ready for work?” he whispered in Jack’s ear, as if he didn’t already know the answer, as if Jack didn’t work for him. As if Jack’s whole world didn’t revolve around him.

"Fuck," Jack couldn't help the whispered groan from slipping out. He tightened his mouth around the metal cross, the sharp edges biting into the soft flesh of his mouth. He leaned into Friday, writhing against him, shivering from each point of contact.

"I'd rather stay here, with you," Jack mumbled around the cross, face pressed to the crook of Fridays neck, mouthing at the skin there. Tasting Friday, his sweat. He was overwhelmed by him, his everything. Did they really have to get out of bed? It already felt like tonight would last forever. A fun forever perhaps, but still forever.

It was no secret that Friday would rather stay too. That, if given the option, he would leave the church in Costance’s hands and lock himself away to die in his own temple. Years later their bones would be found by archaeologists who would name them the new Lovers of Modena.

Jack’s mouth on him was a temptation he could give into, it was well practiced in the places that could bring Friday down to a level closer to Man than Holy Spirit. He slides a hand up Jack’s back, slow, then tangles his fingers into thick dark curls and pulls. It’s a miracle, really, that he manages to touch Jack like that and not fuck him again, even as his tongue draws a path across the brown skin of Jack’s arched neck. When their mouths meet, it’s in a heated, dirty, open mouthed kiss, with tongues that work around the edges of a cross before Friday pulls back, stealing the silver with his teeth and letting it drop against his chest.

“I’ll wear you out,” he says, and takes Jack’s left hand in his to pull the ring from his finger. It, and his matching one, drop on a bible sitting on their bedside table. He can’t be a Soto, tonight. The church demands a Knapp.

“Never,” Jack replies with a soft grin, but he reluctantly relents, they would have plenty of time after tonight anyways - they would always have time. Jack leaned in for a last kiss, nipping at Friday’s lower lip before finally pulling away. There was work to be done after all, and Jack had no intentions of disappointing anyone tonight. He rolled to one side of the bed, stretching out as he went. Relaxing only for a moment into a sprawl before he gathered himself enough to get up.

“I’ve got big plans for tonight,” Jack commented offhandedly as he went, lightly teasing ”It’ll be quite the view.” Halloween would always be his favorite holiday, if only because he could wear the least amount of clothes in public. Nobody blinked an eye when Jack went out half undressed, costume often so skimpy that it left him at the mercy of a potential flashing incident.

Friday grinned, sharp. Plenty of people would pass through Jack’s arms that night, and by the time he was Friday’s again, there would likely be nothing left of his costume. That was fine though, work was work, and Friday had no doubt in his mind just who Jack had given his soul to. Who he shared his body with was of little worth, in comparison. They got ready separately; Jack showering although Friday didn’t bother. If the smell of sex lingered, the only members of his flock that would dare bring it up smelled the same.

He gathered up the last few things he would need for the evening, double checked to make sure his collar was straight, and circled by Jack once more just to say he was leaving. He leaned close to his husband, pressing their foreheads together in their typical separation before saying, “See you later, Jack Rabbit.”
Outer Arm
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Kesslee kept his gaze stonefaced. Marlene too had been suspiciously quiet, focusing only on cramming more food into her mouth, it must have put on a bad show for sure, but Marlene was far from starving in the literal sense, she simply saw the food as a good excuse to keep her mouth busy, lest she say something that she would regret later on. She cast a brief glance to Kesslee, stifling a snerk, before she took another bite of the roasted pig.

Kesslee didn't bother to touch the food, instead he let his hand smooth the front of his robe, pressing the plush fabric against his chest, feeling it, it was an expensive silk like fabric, one of the finest Confessor robes that he had, he listened carefully. He also kept his responses close, formulating them in his mind for a long time. He personally knew that Prince disapproved of the Apparatus operating, and building so close to Imperial Borders, he was present for the conversations that were had among the delegations sent by those colonies. This was Prince's attempt at trying to do something about it.

"It would be in everyone's best interest if the Apparatus backed off, allowed us to police our own territories, and stopped making our provincial governments nervous. I know that won't happen, and His Majesty knows that won't happen, but he requested I ask anyway, the only way for any meaningful dialogue to begin, is when the very representatives in our government that support the policies that lead to conflict lose the justification for their position." Kesslee said in response, steepling his fingers on the table, and leaning back slightly.

Marlene swallowed her last bit of food loudly, setting the fork down, dabbing her mouth with the napkin, and clearing her throat. "Fear gives madmen with agendas credibility, which started this whole shitshow in the first place." She said, clearing her throat again, and swallowing a gulp of water.

"The Aschen People, and the Interests of the United Aschen Empire are the same." Kesslee answered. "The very core of Prince's Administration is to serve the people, not just Langarans, but all people of Aschen blood, including those who turned their backs on their brothers. Langara, not some republic in the far flung corner of Coalition space, is, and always will be the seat of Aschen civilization, and the Langarites, however successful they may seem, are deluded to think otherwise."

Marlene cast a brief glance over to the Grand Confessor, before Kesslee took a breath, and pondered his next words, four simple words.

"What are the demands." There was no more diplomatic niceties, no mincing words, Kesslee was going for the throat.
Atlas City
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"We're talking about the uh... the politics of dancing," Cannonade laughed as they licked their fingers. No one else laughed. Cannonade glanced up at Jemma before taking another hit of their pipe. Jemma was the one person they trusted in this place other than Vicki. They saved their life. And, although Cannonade had no yet figured out their superpowers, they seemed rather genuine. "No, we're talking about how all this is shady as shit. Being shanghaied into this group... the fact that we aren't all signed." Cannonade loved being racist.
The Mess Hall

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/say *he looked around* "Gods, sometimes this place gets on my nerves."
Xamoyos
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"I'm getting anomalies on the sensor sweeps.." One of the Bridge officers called out while Commander Agathon was drawing a path back into orbit, now that engines, and maneuvering systems were back online.

The Cruiser shuddered slightly, but was slowly increasing altitude, and pitching it's nose up slightly. "Set escape vectors." The Commander ordered, and the crew swiftly complied, manipulating their controls to guide the large cruiser back into the planet's exosphere, but that was before a contact was detected on course for the Aschen cruiser.

"Sir! We have additional contacts, looks like strike craft! One of them is CBDR, Zero Zero Nine carom zero one six!" The executive officer called out, pointing to the small pods on the holographic display. "They look like transports of some kind."

Agathon growled slightly. "Do we have comms yet!?" He called out, and the Executive officer shook his head. "Negative, sir, Engineering is working to restore them."

"Great." Agathon growled. "Set condition one, all hands report to your stations, I want Marine strike teams in position to repel boarders!"

The dull amber light shifted to a flashing red light, and alarms blared all through the ship, as Aschen Marines moved through the interior of the ship, kicking over crates, and taking position behind bulkheads, especially near the Hastati cruiser's four airlocks, and two hangar bays.

Outside, things didn't seem much different, other than the few windows that allowed one to see into the ship went from a bright white light to a flashing red light, before armored shutters closed over them, obscuring what few views inside the ship that were offered.

Back in the CIC, as the tactical officers were moving to key up the weapons systems, alarms began to blare, and one of the officers turned to Commander Agathon.

"Sir! Point defense systems are offline, EVE is re-keying the system to get it back, and I've got engineering teams moving to the primary computron arrays."

The Commander growled to himself, as he checked a display.

"All decks report ready to repel boarders!" The Tactical officer called out. Commander Agathon offered a nod, and then turned to his XO. "Evasive maneuvers, full military thrust, and see if we can get some strike craft into the void!"

The rear engines of the Hastati cruiser ignited, and the craft began to lurch forward, it seemed the Aschen ship was trying to escape.
Airdalen Academy
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"It seems we still have one way to communicate still." A faint smile appeared on her lips at his words as she then proceeded to attempt to play a little. She knew the music didn't sound as smooth as it was supposed to but she forgave herself for her mistakes as a beginner. Trying to play the piano tested her hand-eye coordination as her eyes darted between the keys and the sheet of music in front of her. She was familiar with how to read the notes but balancing that along with the feel of the keys underneath her fingers was a different story and she stumbled. It didn't feel right yet. "Follow the chords I play after I play them, I have something special for you." Gen nodded, observing closely as Tadashi demonstrated. It was easier to pick up on the notes mimicking the way he moved compared to interpreting the sheet of music on her own. Although she was new to the piano, she was not a stranger to music. It wasn't long until she started to understand where she was going wrong and how to play better.

Tadashi moved away to get a guitar and a chair positioned next to her while she remained seated at the piano. She took a deep breath in, quickly assuming what he had in mind next. "Alright, now it's time to put everything together. If you get lost, that's fine. Do what feels natural... 1. 2. 3. And." It was just the two of them in his music room but she was nervous as if it were a performance. She always did like to perform and perform well. She played the notes she was taught to the best of her ability. Tadashi started to sing, the song starting to ring familiar. Gen listened to her friend as she continued to play, his voice flowing calming down her nerves. She really resonated with the lyrics, brief glimpses of the past that led to her present life swimming in the depths of her mind before solidifying into something real, something shareable, something like music.

As her confidence grew, she started to glance here and there from the keys to her music partner. Tadashi smiled and she returned it as light filled the room. The timing was almost poetic as despite her current inability to speak, just as he said, they had found another way to communicate still. It was not the same as dancing or singing which Gen so much enjoyed but sharing music and playing together, was just as equally meaningful. If not, a little bit more precious as they shared this moment as good friends who had come so far and grown to be brought together again. They were not the same kids they used to be, but all the more talented and wiser for it. As the song drew to a close, her heavy heart felt a little lifted and lighter. She was not as lonely as she was before when she entered the room.

Gen pressed the last key of the song and her finger lingered atop it. We did it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as peace settled in. "That's one of my favorite songs. I'm glad I got to play it for you- with you. You're always welcome in here, you don't need to say or explain anything. If there's anything you need of me, I'll be here. I won't hesitate." Gen turned to Tadashi as he spoke and enjoyed some of her brewed tea. She wanted to compliment him because that may have been the first time she had heard him sing before and it was lovely. However, she could not express that thought vocally. She also wanted to ask if he was a member of the music club at school, another thought she could not vocalize currently.

Gen faced the piano and pursed her lips poutily. Reaching a dead-end of sorts, she turned to their new way of communicating. She flexed her long, slender fingers in preparation and started to play a different song from memory. It took a few tries but she was persistent and eventually achieved the sound she was after as a song she had sung many times. Brave shine. Her lips parted as she played to sing. No voice was heard from the small girl but the way she silently poured her heart out with tears lightly staining her rosy cheeks, you could swear she was singing after all. Thank you, dear, for reminding me what this feels like...
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The Aurora
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The group of Aschen Marines stacked up near the door, but behind some cover so they wouldn't be burned by the heat from the daisy chained plasma grenades. The grenade detonated in a bloom of superheated plasma, and a concussive thermal shockwave that announced their arrival. Aventus, with his wound took point as Decurion gestured he move in after Duncan, the two Senior Corporals immediately followed, with the sergeant immediately behind them, into the hole, their strobes flashing and illuminating the dark cellar interior.

The rattle of gunfire startled Specialist Aventus, as several rounds struck the concrete next to his head. He ducked suddenly, before he started to run back the way he came.

"Frak this, i'm out of here!" The Specialist called out, but was abruptly stopped as the sergeant grabbed him by his plate carrier, and swung him around behind some sandbags.

"Too soon to run, get your shit together and concentrate on that position!" Decurion shouted, raising his disruptor rifle and firing a dozen shots down the tunnel at the insurgent, one bolt struck the concrete wall, splattering the insurgent with molten concrete, the Sergeant took the brief moment of disorientation to loose two more green streaks downrange, illuminating the hallway in green light, and peppering the insurgent's position as Kalfkos took position behind a support pillar.

"Delta Team, this is Actual." Admiral Genna's voice chimed in Decurion's earpiece, causing him to pause abruptly and press himself against the hallway. "Be advised, I've got technicals approaching your position, there's at least a dozen coming up the main road, your new friends are fixing to get overwhelmed."

Decurion frowned, and then turned to Duncan. "They're coming up the main road with reinforcements! Whatever we're here to do, we gotta do it quick!" The Aschen Sergeant called out, ducking from a few rounds striking the concrete while tapping his earpiece.

"Can you slow them down?" He called out.

"I'll see what I can do, Actual out." Genna replied, and Decurion grimaced for a moment. "Tell your boys to hunker down and cover their ears, I don't like where this is going."

Aboard the Far Sight Lost...

Admiral Genna watched quietly as a column of crude armored vehicles, and technicals moved up the battered road, under cover of destroyed buildings, and bombed out overpasses. She noted they seemed to be heading up towards the Governor's mansion, and highlighted the interface.

"Right, EVE, Salvo fire, one third charge."

"Acknowledged, Admiral." EVE replied.

High in the sky, the Reverence II looming over the city slowly began to yaw to the left, turning on it's axis to orient itself somewhat facing the Governor's mansion, a trio of turbodisruptor batteries on the ventral side of the ship's bulbous prow swiveled to life.

It fired roughly eight times, sending hot plasma down along the main road where the Technicals were advancing, the impacts of each bolt shook the city, and caused flames to plume high into the sky, sending debris, molten shrapnel, and destroyed cars flying in all directions, and forcing the insurgent caravan to scatter.

Inside the bunker, the ground shook six times, almost like a powerful earthquake that rocked the mansion, causing dirt, and debris to fall from the ceiling, and Decurion to hold his helmet.

"Shit... that frakking Reverence!" He called out.

"How deep's this thing go? Because I think it's about to heat up topside."
The City of West Anne
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NATHAN HARGREEVES
No. 4xx |xx#a35151



ImageIf you are receiving this letter that means I’ve passed away due to natural causes. As I’m sure you are aware, I’ve made Pogo the executor of my will as well as the one to arrange the funerary services no later than a week after my death. It is my last wish that you attend my burial...

Nathan didn't have time for this shit.

So their father had bit it? Good, it was the least the old man deserved for the shit he put them all through. Nathan would absolutely be lying if he said he didn't care though. It certainly affected him, whether he could admit it or not. There was no emotional gratification, no joy in the fact, it was more of a quiet relief. As if the shadow that hung over his head could finally be laid to rest. The childish fear of the monster under his bed was gone.

The relief was short lived though, because even in death Reginald Hargreeves couldn't stop himself from draping his expectations over his children. As far as honoring Reginalds last wishes went, Nathan couldn't even begin to fathom why it would matter. It seemed that years of solitude hadn't taught the old man anything. All of them had left eventually, a river of emotionally repressed young adults trickling out one by one until even the most loyal of them had gone. Didn't he get it? None of them owed Reginald shit, let alone a last wish.

"Fuck," he muttered, tugging at the ends of his hair as he thought it over. He didn't want to go, but that wasn't quite the truth either. Honoring Reginald was the furthest thought from his mind. But he wanted to be there, if only in some small way, to see the others. Sure, he ran into each of them every once in a while in various ways. Concerts, parties, the occasional drop-in visit. Pretending that this horrifying childhood didn't hang over every minefield of a conversation. It was easy to pretend when they were hundreds of miles away from anything remotely related to it. But this would put him right back in the thick of it. His origin story.

But why the fuck not, right? Now was as good a time as any. The band had taken a short break, nothing permanent, but the constant touring had been a mental strain and they had needed some time apart from each other before someone snapped and a real fight broke out. They were still working on the new album, just from afar while each of them sorted themselves out. Nathan could still do that, and maybe the change of scenery and good ol' traumatic memories would get the wells of creativity flowing again anyways. It was decided then...He would go.

He crumpled the letter into a tiny ball and let it fall to the floor, where it proceeded to roll under the couch to never be seen again. His first order of business was to trudge his way from his apartment to the liquor store on the corner, where he proceeded to buy the cheapest bottle he could get his hands on. Knowing himself too well, he texted the only responsible one out of the foursome that was Embers Ghost. Liz wasn't thrilled with his plans to return home, though he hadn't shared the details of his childhood with his bandmates they knew some things. Shitty father, shitty memories, lots of bad experiences. It was hard to avoid that kind of thing when half of their music centered around it.



"You really don't do anything half-way," Liz stood over him, thankfully blocking out the harsh light. He wasn't sure where he was at first, his head was buzzing and everything felt just slightly skewed. Like he was looking through a foggy window. "Nate, get up." She kicked him, and though it wasn't very hard he still groaned at the movement. He wanted to tell her to 'fuck off Liz' but he was sure she would probably punch him, hungover or not. Anyways, opening his mouth to say anything was a bad idea. He instantly felt the telltale sensation of 'oh god gonna throw up right now.'

Liz watched him struggle to stand without a word, arms crossed, clearly judging but he knew she was putting up a front. He'd picked her up off a dozen floors before too. It was just the games the band played.

"You've got ten minutes!" She called after him, as he stumbled his way to the bathroom and uphended the contents of last nights bender. The vodka he drank burned more coming out than it did going in. He felt like shit, looked like shit too, he didn't have time for a shower though so he did his best to wipe himself down with a wet towel and prayed that the cologne he sprayed on himself would cover up some of the booze smell. He had thankfully already packed before getting wasted, so he just had to grab his bags and that was that.

"Here," She handed him a stick of gum, "You smell like a bar."

He was glad he had asked Liz to drive him to the airport last night, he wasn't sure he could have managed it with the way his head spun. She didn't ask any of the questions that must of been on her mind. He was glad for that. He wasn't sure he had it in him to talk about it. Instead they just chatted mindlessly about other things, skirting around any topics that would have dampened the mood. Now that he was upright he felt a bit better. Able to actually think.

Though the anticipation of the plane ride did nothing to help the building anxiety. Now that he had a moment he wondered if the others were even going to show up. Nathan himself had contemplated ignoring the letter altogether. Pretending it hadn't even existed but that wouldn't have done him any good in the long run. No. Better to see for himself anyways. He just hoped he wasn't the only one going. None of this would be worth it if he were.

They arrived far too fast for his liking.

As he stood outside her car, preparing himself for the hell that would be TSA, she rolled down the passenger window.

"Hey," She said, "Text me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will." He promised, as sincerely as he could. Though he wasn't sure if he would follow through on that or not. He didn't like having to involve anyone in his mental bullshit more than he liked to go through it himself. But she nodded anyways, flashing him one last smile before rolling up the window and driving off. He waited until he could no longer see her car before adjusting his bag and turning towards the airport lobby.



Nathan slept for most of the plane ride, he had no choice in the matter really. He was exhausted, mentally, not that he'd done anything physically taxing. Other than being incredibly hungover - which he was sure the hostesses were absolutely aware of. Thankfully there was very little contact the whole time. He was able to sleep, and by the time he woke many, many hours later they were just cresting the last stretch of the flight.

From there it was just a matter of taking a cab. He hadn't exactly planned very far ahead. He had gotten the flight last minute, but he hadn't bothered to figure out where he would be staying. He didn't know if he could stomach the thought of staying in the academy. He was sure his bedroom was still there, a dormant ghost, likely still being religiously cleaned by Mom even after he was no longer there to make it into an absolute mess. The thought made him ache, he had missed her, and he was ready to see her again.

Once there though it finally, finally sunk in. There it was, right in front of him, the Academy in all its glory. Standing like a memorial to everything it once was. He shuddered, and told himself that he was just cold. But it was more than that. He was unsettled. Half expecting that once he stepped through those doors he'd suddenly be young again, and the time he had spent away would have all been a dream.

"Get it together man," He mumbled to himself under his breath.

His composure nearly broke at the sight of Pogo. He hadn't seemed to have changed one bit, and that left Nathan feeling further disconnected from his expectations. "Master Nathan, it's good to see you." the primate greeted him with a warmth that Nathan wasn't sure he deserved. He couldn't imagine what it must of been like, trapped here all alone for all these years with only Reginald and Mom. "Pogo..." Nathan began, coughing to cover up the slight break in his voice. "Hey, uh, good to see you too..." He itched to reach out and hug Pogo, but squished that urge down as hard as he could.

"Has anyone else...is anyone else coming?" He asked, unsure if he truly wanted the answer. "A few of the others have already arrived yes, if you'd like I could show - " Nathan shook his head quickly, "No, no, I'm good. I just, I'm going to have a look around real quick, I'll see them all...later anyways. Thank you though..." With that said he moved past Pogo, determined to avoid the awkwardness that rushed over him.

Nothing at all had changed, Nathan wasn't sure whether that was a blessing or a curse.
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Aiden walked to the back of class 1-A and sat down
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Collen yawned softly as he came out of the Captain's quarters delivering his breakfast as usual. The last night he had spent most of the time on the deck, helping with sails as needed during the storm. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen the Captain on the deck. Actually he hadn't seen Captain on the deck during most of the storms. For Collen a storm like that was nothing out of ordinary. After all the years on the sea he hadn't felt the slightest sign of seasickness. Unlike the landlubbers the Captain had apparently hired on this ship. And of course he was tasked with scrubbing the deck now.

He had his quick meal before going to get the cleaning supplies. Walking back up to deck he yawned once more.
"Tired eh? Can't sleep though storm?" One of crewmen laughed. "Shut it." Collen said harshly. "I wasn't hiding under the deck like mouse like you."

"Ey now. No need to get angry."

Collen just huffed and pushed past the man. Getting on the deck he started angrily scrubbing the deck cursing every landlubber in his mind.
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Iskjerne Bay
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The burial mound beneath Queen Aslaug would tremble and move, like a pregnant mother with groaning pains as suddenly, the dirt and grass began to shift. Soon, fingers emerged from beneath the soil. But these were not skeletal fingers, nor the blueish pale rotten appendages of a Draugr, rather they were of pinkish lively hue and covered with living flesh and nails.

Moments later, a whole arm would emerge from beneath the dark black rich fertile soil, and soon an entire man would dig his way out from the earth, his head and torso emerging to reveal a living human being, as if Gaia herself had just given birth.

The man would immediately gasp for air as he coughed up a mouth full of dirt, inhaling and exhaling as if it was his first time breathing fresh air. Soon he pulled his whole body out from beneath the fertile mound and rolled over on to his back, breathing heavily, exhausted and without any energy. He was a Norseman with dirty hair and mud stained clothes. His face, his shirt, his entire body was covered with brown mud and black dirt. He wore shaggy trousers, completely devoid of any shoes or armour. His feet and nails were dirty, and to everyone else nearby who could witness this spectacle, he looked like one of the goblins or uruk-hai who had been fashioned from earth.

But this was no orc or goblin, as soon they would see, for as he opened his eyelids to stare up at the skies, his eyes were bright blue and full of life. The man who had just crawled out from underground was a human, and not just any human. It was the long lost son of Sigurd Hring, who had been presumed dead for a very long time. The now very weak, very vulnerable man who was sprawled out on the ground in Iskjerne Bay was none other than Ragnar Lothbrok, the Ghost of England, a legendary Viking from whom many a Norseman, both in Iskjerne Bay and surrounding counties were all descended and had written many poems about.

It was as if Sigurd the Ringtaker himself had returned. But this was not King Sigurd, nor was he a god with divine powers. This was a man of flesh and blood, a mortal being in dire need of food, drink, and medical conditioning.
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"You'll want to only take the two steps forward. The camera will swing around here and then Leon and Ryan will follow. Only cross the threshold, don't step onto the sidewalk, understand?"

Johanna nodded as the assistant director, Maria, walked her through her small part of the scene that was currently bustling with activity. She was rewarded for her mute understanding with a coffee cup being pushed into her hand by a boy that could not have been older than seventeen.

"If that spills, all the better," Maria added, pointing at the cup.

"Is it actual coffee?" Johanna asked as she eyed the closed drink curiously.

"No no, tea actually. You can have some while you're waiting. Now, we'll call the set to attention when the rest are ready." And with that, Maria was off to attend other key extras for the scene, leaving Johanna with her cooling tea.

The atmosphere was all very exciting for the brunette as she rested in the doorway of a dressed-up coffee shop. She never would have imagined being on set of an action blockbuster film. It had always been a dream of hers to try acting, however, and Aiden had somehow come through in getting her a featured extra role in this one scene. So far, from chatting with some of the other extras, hair, make-up, and wardrobe, and meeting some of the key crew members, Johanna found herself having a blast. Even the waiting periods between the brief rushes were interesting as she got to watch and learn what all was happening around her.

Her job today was a simple enough one. During the chase scene, as the camera swung past her little corner of the street, she was to take two steps out of the coffee shop with her drink, look at Leon and Ryan, and stumble back away as they ran past. Who would ever stumble away from Leon Dillinger, however, was the question of the day. Johanna caught her smile before it could spread, biting softly at her lower lip and leaning against the doorway.

It wasn't that the man was quickly becoming one of the most eligible bachelors in the Hollywood scene. Nor that Johanna had some late-stage high school crush on the actor. It was simply that he was famous and she didn't run into many like him in her normal life.

He likely won't even notice you. His job is to basically run right past and then return to his trailer she reminded herself for the hundredth time that day. It was her own effort to not get her hopes up high that she would somehow be seen and discovered by people of a far different class than she was.

It was a blaring of an alarm through the set that snapped the young woman back to attention. She jumped slightly, almost upending her prop, and managed to get a hold of herself just in time as she saw the director climb up on top of a truck with a megaphone. It seemed like it was almost go time.
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Sverre's answer stirred an uneasy feeling as Eilin listened to him. It only made sense that he was suspicious of her identity. She had recognized him right away, the moment she all but landed on top of him, why would he not sense the same familiarity in her?

It was this suspicion she attempted, and evidently failed, to avoid by leaving off her face paint and escaping his presence as quickly as possible. The more he talked, the more she found herself wishing that she could have stayed dead for him, and he for her. Being shot through with an arrow not withstanding, the memories brought about by his presence were ones she didn't wish to fully relive. And how she wanted to go back to believing that her closest childhood friend was nothing more than a human. A victim fallen to the pack along with her family.

It was Sverre's latest accusation surrounding her decisions that brought the woman's gaze back up to his, eyes hardening even as he regained some semblance of composure. Though her usual jab back at him didn't come right away. Instead, as he finished, she looked away again, taking the left-hand path this time as they came across the second fork. They were close to the scout's hide-out now, she remembered the very trees she walked among right before she heard the whistle of the arrow.

"My fate was sealed long ago," she replied finally, an edge of finality in her tone. "I will die by the hands of a demon. One way or another. I would rather it happen while fighting for my own kin, then I know I have done all I can with this life."

Her steps slowed, now stepping carefully around the brush and approaching what now looked like a white snowy lump where the scout's body remained. It was exactly where they had left it in their escape from the forest, untouched by anything aside from nature itself.

"Neither you nor I can change it," she added as she knelt down to brush the snow down off of the scout's body, revealing his now drained and frozen face that managed to look even more gruesome now than it had two days ago.

"I suggest you come to terms with it. I have."

Eilin's hand drifted down, quickly brushing snow off the scout's chest, revealing the armor she only glimpsed briefly in the fight that had taken place. Idly she traced the insignia that was etched into the metal. It glinted softly in the moonlight overhead, making her brows furrow.

"I've seen this symbol before," she said after a moment of inspection. But where?
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Alex had gotten over the need to fill every silence between himself and Phoenix years before he’d felt any inkling of romantic attraction towards him, but the silence on the walk to Zada’s was far from comfortable to him. He knew it was because he felt guilty, as he often did. He really had been trying to do better, to not fuck everything in his life up yet again. He tried not to dwell on it- he didn’t want to spiral down into self-loathing just yet, that would be far from helpful.

He was relieved to see that Triss had only been burned on the hand- he knew it hurt like hell, but it would heal fairly quickly. That was good for the both of them, really. Something about seeing the way Zada didn’t shy away from Triss made the sadness and dread in the pit of his stomach more intense than it had been before before, so he went about finding a space to set down the box he’d packed his things in. He could get it loaded up with the candles then, and everything would hopefully be manageable. He could get through this if he just stayed busy.

He was half-listening to Phoenix talk about the tea as he started to carefully pack the candles up, and when Triss asked about the attacks he said, “Hunters. The attacks were,” He paused for a second, considering his words, “Intense when they first started.” He hadn’t turned away from his task, but when Triss spoke up saying she didn’t need any extra protection, he turned to look at her, “I know it seems like a waste of time, but you really can’t be too careful with things like this. I promise we’ll make the altar soon- I want this over with as badly as you do- but you never know. One thing could go wrong, and you’ll be cursed or something. Besides, it’ll probably help keep the spirits off your back.” He paused and, less flippantly, added, “I know it can be a little overwhelming.” He remembered when he’d first started to actively see and hear spirits in his everyday life, and not just catch glimpses of them out of the corner of his eye. It was a lot to deal with, even when you’d spent your entire life knowing that day would come. He couldn’t imagine if it came out of the blue.




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Phoenix explained the paste to Triss, but Zada listened intently. She wanted to do whatever she could to ease this for Trisstana. This situation was intense- it was hell. Zada couldn’t think of something she’d enjoy much less, but they just needed to get through it. If they could just get through it, it would be fine. Zada felt better when Triss was at her side- wrong body or not, it was easier to make sure Triss was okay when she was beside her. Maybe she was too protective, but Zada had lost everyone she’d ever loved before, and she wasn’t ready to start losing the people she cared for again. When Triss started trying to apply the paste to the burn, Zada thought that it seemed difficult, having to apply a paste to your own hand. Zada gently took the paste from her and smoothed it over the burn, trying not to irritate it any. It was a strangely intimate thing, helping someone with an injury.

As the paste was being applied, Phoenix went on to talk about a tea with some sort of protective properties. It made some sense to Zada- even if she didn’t want to waste any extra time, there was no telling what they might encounter out there. They were dealing with magic and demons, not humans who had the strange idea that everyone different than them was evil.

Triss was insisting that she didn’t need any protection. Zada understood; she was impatient, wanted to get back to normal. It made sense, felt natural, and Zada found herself resting a hand on Triss’ shoulder, almost instinctively, “He’s trying to help,” Zada reminded her. Then Alex was speaking of curses and spirits, and that made Zada uncomfortable, maybe even afraid, “If it’ll help, it might be worth it.” She spoke softly, so only Trisstana would hear. She wanted this to go smoothly, and she didn’t know overly much about things that were more magical. Mermaids had their own sort of magic, but Zada had the inkling that it worked very differently from this.

Zada normally wouldn’t concede to any point Alex made, but he had a point. She was sure he and Phoenix knew more about this sort of thing than they did, so she offered, ”Obviously, we don’t want to spend more time than absolutely necessary,” Zada sighed, and looked at Phoenix. She knew she felt very helpless, and wished there was more that she could do. She understood that. She glanced at Triss, ”But I don’t think any of us know exactly what to expect.”
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"You're just not gonna let that go, are you?" He asked, leaning against Georgina and rolling his eyes. "You're the one who asked for help when we found that damnable guard wearing it. How was I supposed to know his whole finger would come loose?" He retorted with an accusatory huff.

"And didn't we meet on the surface some three days past? Aye, outside one of the taverns on the outskirts. I told you I was on a quest to purge a den of lesser tikadz and you begged to accompany me like an unblooded whelp thirsting for adventure. It was very endearing," he chuckled, and then turned to address Esther.

"Nay, little one. But I should be able to retrieve it for you in the morning when the sun is about this far," He explained, holding both his palms out stacked atop one another. "I'm very regular."
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"Hey, Sato-san! Glad you could come," Kanayama says- again, sounding so fucking chipper.

Of course I fucking came, I don't have a death wish!

"How are you today? Is there anything you think we should start with? Anything besides English is fair game." Nevermind. I might have one by the end of this if he keeps this up.

Jirou forces down the voice in his head that really wants to just snap and tell Kanayama to cut the bullshit already. They both know that Jirou's only here because of blackmail. There's no point in sugar-coating that fact. It boils Jirou's blood that Kanayama keeps trying to act like some Saint.

He says nothing, shows nothing. He'll gain nothing from letting his emotions flow freely now.

"Well," Jirou says as he takes a seat. "It depends on which subjects you're struggling with. I need to figure out what you're worst at in order to determine the priorities in all this."

Jirou pulls out his textbooks, a sheet of grid paper, and a pencil, then turns back to Kanayama.

"If we're going to be efficient with your studying, I need to know the grades you absolutely have to improve, so that I can understand how much effort needs to be put into them. I'll also need you to go over what you do understand of each subject, so I know how much work this will be." Jirou forces back a smirk. "Is it fair to assume English is all you're good at?"
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"To be fair, that woman may have just been dressed up as a servant, in order to lower our suspicions," Sonia couldn't help but point out. "Regardless, it is a fair point."

"Indeed. But it's a risk we may have to take in order to get to the heart of this matter," Margaret countered. She paused a moment, considering her thoughts before speaking further. "It is your call ultimately, Anna. But it seems we are agreed that investigating this hotel is our next best lead. However we decide to sneak inside, we have our next course of action decided. Now we just need to figure out where we're going to hide out until dusk."

"The church?" Sonia suggested, before shaking her head seconds later. "No, they'd no doubt look for us there. Besides, there's no telling if the priests have been corrupted as well."

"It might be better to roam the city at large: staying someplace for too long might draw unwarranted attention, particularly among the locals," Margaret argued. "Splitting up for the day might be best as well, I would say. We can leave our rifles and coats here, hide them as best as we can, and then we split off into pairs and disappear into the city. We can meet back up here at dusk, or thereabouts. Unless our Leader has a better idea, I think that is our best course of action until nightfall."
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"Honestly Xixi, I don't think we can just walk up to Magpie and ask her..." Key trailed off. "Especially if she's the one that might have taken the key in the first place." Key crossed her arms, Felix nodding his head. "Just because she liked the show, doesn't mean she won't kill us if we do anything." Felix agreed, his tail swishing thoughtfully. Levi watched them all, awfully quiet. They wanted to go to the Black Market? This late at night? "No offense Xi'an, but you're not exactly black market material and neither is Key." He pointed a thumb in her direction, Key stiffening. "I-I want to help!" Felix pat her head, "Maybe it'd be better if you stayed here so that you don't get hurt." She hissed at him, not wanting him to touch her hair.

Levi turned to her, asking if she trusted him. If she was going to work with him, then she would have to trust him unconditionally. "Fine, but not because I want to." They were heading to the door when someone blocked their path. Felt was standing in front of it with their arms crossed. "Pandora predicted you three would be up to something. I don't think she expected the newbie to get in on the trouble though." Felt shook her head, she was wearing her pajamas. "Time to turn tails and go back to bed you four. There's nothing for you to do," they were just children. Vulnerable children that could get hurt if they tried to go against a crime boss. "The adults will handle things in the morning, alright?" Felt placed a hand on Xi'an and Felix's shoulders, knowing that those two were probably the ring leaders of this little plan.

"Don't make a fuss and I won't tell Pandora and Fox about this." Felt promised, leading them back to their rooms. "We just want to help," Key crossed her arms, following behind them. "I know, but sometimes it's better to rely on the adults." Felt let go of Xi'an and Felix as they reached the bedrooms and pat Key's head. "Goodnight you four." Key went back into her room, sitting down on her bed. She felt restless, but Key had no doubt in her mind that one of the adults was sitting in the hallway, waiting for them to try again. She curled up on her side, hugging one of her plushies. When morning came, Key got dressed quickly, making sure to put shorts on under her dress. She put her hair up in pigtails and waltzed out of her room, Argent in the hallway. "Good morning Key," she said as Key strode past her. "Good morning," Key replied absently, tail swishing in determination.

"Kiki, where are you going?" Fox asked, intercepting her in the hallway. "Out," he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. "Whoa there, this isn't one of those small cities. This place is pretty big, there's plenty of time for shopping later. Besides, you haven't eaten breakfast." Fox directed her back towards the dining room. "I want to help," Key huffed. "No, I've already told you. You're just a little girl Key, getting involved will only get you and the others hurt. Alright? You four will stay on the ship, let the adults handle this one." Key didn't agree, she thought that there had to be something she could do to help. "You always treat me like a child," she pulled away from him, entering the dining room on her own.
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One fateful day while combing the beach for Murex rock snails, a predatory sea snail which produces a purple inky substance known as imperial dye or royal purple, Snorri Jonasson the skald stumbled upon something interesting buried beneath the sands. As he hit the object with his walking stick, he heard a tinkering sound. There was something hard and metal hidden in the sand. He bent down and dug up what appeared to be a metal helmet. It was a warrior's helmet of some kind, of an almost Roman-like design, embroidered with thin linings of silver and gold. The front of the helmet featured the symbol of a bull in full body with horns and a tail. Despite a small dent on the side of the helmet, it appeared to be in remarkably pristine condition.

But there was more...

Nearby, he also found some curious looking metal pellets or small round lead balls which had also been scattered along the beach. But these were not fishing sinkers, for they had no holes or grooves in them for which to hook a line. Snorri Jonasson picked up a small handful of them, placing them into his hanging satchel along with the helmet he had found. But he was not prepared for what he would find next, for there in the sand, sticking out on the shore like an ancient lost relic, was a polymer advanced alloy pistol, the likes of which Snorri the Skald had never seen before. He would reach down and pull it out of the ground, brushing the sand off of it to examine it more closely. There was an inscription on the side of it which said M5, and Snorri knew right away that he had discovered a treasure that was simply not of the beach, or of Gaia, but had to have come from out of this world, from a people who had visited from the stars.

Snorri Jonasson suddenly forgot all about his snail combing expedition. He placed the gun in his pocket and quickly left the beach, going back to the ring fortress to inform King Halfdan of his discoveries. As he opened his satchel and placed the items on the table in the king's hall in front of him, King Halfdan and Prince Logan admired the shining helmet with fascination. It had not rusted over the last 250 years or so, but was still glimmering as if the gods themselves had crafted it. At first, King Halfdan even mistook it for one of the Sea Elf's own helmets, but after consulting the Sjóálfar, the young Prince Logan assured his adopted godfather King Halfdan that this was not one of their makings. It must have belonged to someone else who lived a long time ago.

"And you say you just found these items laying on the beach? All this time, in plain sight?" Fudørn Auricsson asked doubtedly.

"Ay my Lord, they were in the sand. Buried," the skald answered his jarl, who was sitting at the left hand of the king next to Rufus and Thorvald, opposite the prince.

"And what of these little balls here? What do you make of them? If they are not sinkers, then what are they?" inquired Rufus, the king's champion, as he fumbled with one of the tiny metal pellets before dropping it back on the table.

"I'm not sure..." the king answered. Everyone else fell silent for a moment, looking around the table at one another. Snorri then nodded quietly.

"There is something else," Snorri Jonasson said as he pulled the M5 pistol out of his pocket and slid it across the table. King Halfdan would glance at Snorri for a moment before picking up the small handgun and examining it.

"It has a trigger, like our crossbows, and a barrel... I think, whatever that is, it fired these" Snorri suggested, causing the others to nod quietly in deep contemplation. King Halfdan passed the M5 pistol around before picking up the helmet and examining it again. He studied the bull insignia more carefully, making a mental note of it in his mind. "Remarkable..." Halfdan whispered.

King Halfdan ordered the items to be set on display, high up on one of the shelves within the king's hall so that he could always gaze at them and wonder. He was about to send Thorvald Asvaldsson and Rufus the Bald on their quest to Iskjerne Bay, when just then, the doors swung open and two of the king's guards entered, holding a young man with a knapsack over his head by his arms who was fighting and struggling to get free. They were accompanied by the tavern keeper.

"Your Grace, sorry to disturb you, but we have a problem," one of the guards informed him. The king nodded to the guards, who nodded to the tavern keeper as he stepped forward.

"Your Grace, this young man here just killed one of my best customers during a game of hnefltafl and refused to pay for his drinks," the tavern keeper pleaded.

"He lies! I was cheated!" the young man yelled from under the bag over his head. "Silence you thief," one of the guards said while hitting the young man hard in the stomach with the butt end of his club. The masked criminal slumped over silently in pain, having the wind temporarily knocked out of him. King Halfdan rolled his eyes and looked over at the tavern keeper.

"How much does he owe you for the drinks?" King Halfdan asked calmly. "Sixty fennings your Grace," the tavern keeper answered humbly, removing his hat. The king nodded and with a snap of his fingers, Fudørn Auricsson would bring him a money chest. "I will double it for your troubles. One hundred and twenty fennings, and not a penda more," the king said as he counted out 120 pennies and placed them in a bag, tossing it to the tavern keeper, who caught it in his hat.

"Thank you so much your Grace, you truly are a great King," the tavern keeper said, bowing his head before turning and leaving. Everyone else's focus was now on the masked murderer before them as King Halfdan handed the treasure chest back to his jarl, scratching his chin.

"As for you boy, murder is a crime in my kingdom. Punishable by death. I could have you beheaded, and your lifeless body hanged on my display," King Halfdan said, ordering his guards to bring the criminal forward so that he could have a better look at the accused, and decide what to do with him.

"Do you understand the accusations against you?" King Halfdan piped up rhetorically with a bit of sternness and anger in his voice. "Do you deny that you killed one of your fellowmen?" he immediately followed through.

"... I do... And I don't..." the young man answered.

"Good, you will save me a trial then," the king said as he poured himself a glass of mead. "Guards, if you would do me the honor of please removing his mask so I can see his face... What is your name young man?" King Halfdan asked calmly.

The guards would remove the knapsack from over the young man's head, revealing a Norseman with long bright red hair and hazel green eyes. Everyone else in the king's hall would pause to gaze at the murderer before them. Thorvald Asvaldsson's eyes lit up with terror at what he was now witnessing, as Rufus the Bald turned to look at him, then back at the young man before him with a gaping jaw. The young man would shake the hair out of his face before gazing up at the king with remorseless hatred in his expression as he made eye contact.

"I am Erik, son of Thorvald Asvaldsson," he answered.

King Halfdan blinked, glancing beside himself to Thorvald before looking forward again at the admitted murderer directly before him. Thorvald Asvaldsson had widened eyes and a look of horror on his face. King Halfdan the Great was nearly speechless himself as he stared into Erik's eyes, before chuckling at the irony of it all while taking a swig from his glass of mead.
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After Erin had asked that final question, a bit of dread began to fill her entire body. She didn't know why, but the small pause of silence that filled the air between the two woman was suffcatingly thick. Erin could have sworn she couldn't breathe, like all of the oxygen in her lungs had been snuffed out, and she was left gasping for air. But she was taken out of her thoughts when another voice spoke up, seeing it was only Harold that had brought the woman's food over to them. The tension that suddenly filled the room was palpable, and it was only making her current state of nerves worse by the second. Thankfully, he asked Xan if she'd need anything else and he soon shuffled back behind the counter. Erin let out an audible exhale as she felt her entire body finally relax into the booth again, finally being able to breathe once more. That was until the woman finally spoke up, which caught Erin off guard for a moment. Somehow, she had entirely forgotten what she was doing there for a moment. Blinking out of her confused state as the woman talked once more, putting two items onto the table, next to Erin's own phone and keys. It took the blonde woman a moment to piece it together, but they were the exact same items. Erin reached out for a moment, but immediately retracted her hand, she couldn't bring herself to touch the items.

Her green eyes trailed over back to the woman as she continued, finally telling Erin her last name, which was apparently Monaghan, that they were in her own home town of Widow's Peak, and that she has two best friends. But sadly, none of that was ringing any bells right off the bat for her. It took her mind a few moments to register what was being told to her. As she sat there, it finally sunk in. Her name was Erin Monaghan, she was born and raised in Widow's Peak...Her mom and dad, well, her brain didn't let her ponder on that for too long. Her birthday was...March...fifteenth? Yes. March fifteenth. All of that was allowed to come back to her, but why? It didn't make sense to her. But the two names she was given, Markus and Soren? As hard as she tried, the faces didn't come to mind. She recognized the names after a moment, but just barely. But the faces, who the names belonged to; well, that wa bogged down by cloudy vision and distorted images in her mind. Why couldn't she remember them? What was keeping her from remembering them? And why? Those thoughts kept coming back to her and it terrified her, as a sinking feeling began to fill her. And she didn't know why. Why couldn't she remember?

Erin blinked as the woman introduced herself finally. Xan. Xan Cole. Her brows furrowed together tightly across her forehead as she tried to make the connection there. But her mind was blanking entirely. Sure, the name was familiar, but she didn't know why. The feeling the name brought to her was filled with anxiety and a bit of unease, but as Erin looked the girl over, the feelings went away. Why would thinking about the name cause those feelings, when she looked at her, Erin didn't feel anything negative? Something just wasn't adding up to her. Then again, none of this was, so what did she expect? Erin sat back in the booth, until the next few words left Xan's mouth. Phoenix Cole. Nixie.. That was when the dots began to connect. But she didn't know how or why she remembered that name-who she dated. Erin blinked for a moment. That name, and connection there caused a small pull in Erin's chest. It was a tightening feeling that made it harder to breathe. That never ending feeling of severe anxiety and uncertainty returning once more, as she was more or less frozen in place, hands on the table in front of her as they were clasped tightly together in front of her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make the connection to a face. Her mind just, wouldn't allow it. It was blocking something out, not letting her remember. But why? All she wanted to know was why.

The blonde thought that she had heard it all. That everything Xan had to tell her was said and done with. She would have been able to have stopped there. It was enough for her then, her brain was already having a hard time register it all. But then Xan spoke once more, and Erin could have sworn her heart stopped. She didn't realize just how heavy and hard her heart had been pounding in her chest, but the moment it stopped, Erin's whole body froze in place. She...She died? Erin shook her head, no. There. There was no way. Right? There couldn't have been a way that she died. She was sitting right here. She was alive. This whole thing was some sick joke. It had to have been. There was just no way. Erin wanted to get up and just walk out of there. She needed to get some fresh air, something to calm her nerves. Just, none of this could be real, right? Erin's eyes found themselves trailing Xan's hands down to her own, and was prepared to feel the sensation was skin on her own hands. But she didn't. There was nothing. In fact, Xan's hands phased through Erin's own. No contact was made. What in the hell was going on? Was she losing it? Was this the moment that she finally lost it? Erin simply froze in place as Xan said she didn't know what was happening, and that it should have been impossible. Well no shit, Erin thought to herself. Her body still not letting herself talk. She just couldn't find the strength to force herself to talk. Her body entirely locking up on itself as she sat there.

Erin didn't know what it was, but something finally shocked her out of her damn dazed stupor as she blinked, seeing the phone on the table going off as it began ringing. Someone was calling Xan's phone. Erin froze once more in place, her heart racing in her chest once more. Something in her gut told her to get up right then and there and leave. Just go. Just get up and run you stupid idiot. Now. The voice in her head echoing, but she was frozen in that damn booth. Like a deer trapped in headlights of a car, Erin couldn't move. It was only when another voice finally broke Erin out of her panicked state. She didn't know why or how, but it happened. Erin tore herself out of the booth and into the middle aisle of the diner. Standing across from the woman, who Erin hadn't looked at yet. Erin finally and slowly looked the woman over, from her feet and then finally landing on the woman's face. Everything stopped in time for Erin, as her green eyes landed on the woman's dark brown eyes. She didn't know why. But she could feel that same damn feeling in her chest. "Nixie...?" Erin finally broke her long and overdue silence. She didn't know why, but somehow, she was able to make that connection then and there. But she did. And it was in that moment that something clicked. The fog that clouded her mind for so long since waking up, there was a small burst of clarity for Erin.

A sharp, deep pain hit Erin in the side of her head as visions suddenly rushed into her head. It was like a jackhammer entering the side of her head that caused her to fall to the ground, grasping her head in both of her hands as she gasped out as the pain only grew more and more as the seconds passed. Erin held her head tightly in her hands as flashes of faces and people flooded her memory. It was like waves crashing over her. Some things didn't make sense, or were completely random. Locations and people, some with clear faces that she could see, but others remained faceless. Just the faded outline of a form was all that her mind let her see. Unknown to Erin as the visions flooded her mind, things had begun to float in the air around the diner. It started out small enough. A fork or salt shaker rattled on their own, before lifting off a few inches from their placement, before clattering back down onto the table beneath them. As the visions only continued to happen, and the pain continued to dig through her skull, the worse things became. The chairs and tables began to vibrate on their own, slowly and in small bursts, but it was enough to recognize from anyone standing around. Erin just wanted this to end. The feeling of fear flooded her entire body, and finally the visions came to an end, but not before flashes of something flooded in rapid succession. It was like scenes from a movie playing out in head. Erin smelt the scent of rain. Heard the sound of dull, echoing footsteps on wet pavement as a dark and empty road laid out in front of her as she walked down the lonesome road. It was eery and desolate, and she didn't know why she was seeing this, but suddenly there was a bright light, the feeling of a burning pain shot across the entirety of her back, and then she felt her body crashing onto something hard, cold, and wet beneath her body and everything turned black.

Erin's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she was finally shot back to reality. Gasping for breath as tears rolled down her face. Her entire body was shaking as she fumbled for words. All she could feel was fear, confusion, sadness, and anger. All at once it filled her entire being as she tried to find the words. Anything to say. But all Erin could get out was a soft, "I'm so sorry...I...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry." the rambled and fumbled words repeated countless times over and over as she rocked back and forth as she pushed herself up against the wall. Erin didn't know why, but she was petrified to move. If it was true that she died, and she was somehow back...the last vision she had was glimpses of her last moments, and if that was the case, it was horrible. To know she died alone and scared on an empty road as the car didn't even stop. Her hands shook and trembled as she tried to looked around the diner, but she couldn't bring herself to look at anyone. Panic and fear continued to spread throughout her body as the sound of things crashing sounded around her. A plate smashing against the wall mere inches from Erin's face caused another flash of visions to play out in her mind. Memories she wanted to keep deep, deep down in her memory. So far down that she could never find them again. All she wanted was for this to end, but she didn't know how, and she felt like something bad was about to happen as the sensation of a numbing cold began to creep over her body. As if she was being slowly lowered into a frozen lake...

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From out of the jungle foliage came a large creature, a dinosaur. This was a four legged animal this time and one much heavier than the theropod Xamatocristus. What approached was known as a Xamatostego, a species of stegosaur native to Xamoyos. It was at least 15 feet long and weighed a whopping 3 tons. Curiously,the thagomizer on its tail was not just two pairs of spikes but rather three with a blade point like a spear.

The stegosaur lumbered forward from the wall of plant-life, leaving heavy imprints on the sand as it walked. It had smelled the spineapple and had come to eat it, its specialized beak allowing it to grind up tough vegetation like it. Puddles however would soon be at risk as the stegosaur ignored the metal probe and was very close to crush it under its weight.
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Years: 2020
Location: Prospect Park, NYC.
Time: Early Afternoon
ImageAmelie laughed softly at Jason mentioning being fined, before following along beside him into the park.

”So I work for an organization that looks after time travel, time travelers and history discrepancies. As I told you, any time travel, how insignificant it may seem, can have dire consequences.” Amelie would unconsciously twirl the end of her hair as she listened closely to everything Jason was saying - only stopping, and biting the corner of her lip, when he pointed at her.

When the two approached the coffee stand Amelie ordered a French Vanilla Cappuccino, but before she could paid for it Jason would pay for not only his drink, but hers as well - causing Amelie to smile.
”Thanks” she’d say, before taking a sip and once again walking further into the park.

”Let me give you two examples of time travelers…” Jason began, causing Amelie’s eyebrows to perk up with interest. However, it didn’t take long for the look on her face to go from enthusiastic to dejected.
She listened intently as he spoke and the emotion in his tone and downcast expression forming on his face made her assume the story hit close to home for Jason. ”Tempus agents got to her, but way too late for it to matter.”


The two would walk in silence for a while until Amelie finally found the nerve to speak, albeit a bit nervously at first.
”I…I usually don’t like to assume things…but it seems as if that story was a bit personal for you…”
She’d take a sip of her drink before looking over and up towards Jason.
”…and I’m sorry. That must have been awful to experience, but I want you to know I’m not as reckless in regards to time traveling as you might think after that stunt I pulled in 1927”
Amelie sighed and held her head down for a moment in an attempt to hide her flushed cheeks behind her long hair as she remembered that night.
A gust of wind would promptly push her hair away from her face and she’d quickly use her free arm to prevent her hair from wildly flying all over the place.

”My mom…” she’d reluctantly begin, as the wind died down.
”…she died when I was only five. I essentially lost my father that night too, since my mother’s death led him to try and hide in a downward spiral of addiction. Even with the support of my grandparents and extended family, I felt alone. I ended up losing myself in my hobbies to fill the void - one being books, I absolutely love to read, and history is one of my favorite subjects.”

As the two made their way onto one of the park’s bridges Amelie would walk over to the railing and lean over it - looking out at the water. She’d wait for Jason to do the same before speaking up again.
”Even before I discovered my powers to say that I liked history would be an understatement. Did you know this park is over 150 years old? It’s original budget, all the way back in the 1860s, was 300,000 bucks. But it ended up costing nearly 10 million dollars! Fun fact.” Amelie smiled softly and then took a few more sips of her drink while taking in the view of Prospect Park Lake
”Seriously though, I have enough respect for history to not be completely reckless. Despite it still probably being ill advised, I did my research on that Speakeasy and picked a time where I knew my performance would be brief and the main historical event of record for the night - the feared drive-by - would still occur. I, nor my friend, would go back into any time period without research, nor do we have a careless attitude about changing major events in the past.”

Sadness began to express itself on Amelie’s face as she leaned down and rested her head on one of her arms while holding her cappuccino cup out over the water with the other.
”Do you know how many times I thought about what it would be like to go back and see my mother? Watch how she cared for me as a child, or even poke a hole in her tire to prevent her from getting in that car that night - saving her life and subsequently saving my father’s life as well….”
A gust of wind would once again blow over them, but Amelie would make no attempt to stop her hair from blowing in the wind this time.
”I’ve thought about it a lot, but I’ve never done it - nor would I. My grandma says I have my mom’s smile and artistic bent…but I take her word for it, I don’t go back and see for myself. I want you to know you can trust us, you can trust me, to not ever have a reckless god complex in relation to time travel or our powers. I don’t even fully understand my powers yet….”
Her voice would trail off quite a bit for the last sentence of her proclamation, making it only partially audible.


Amelie would look out over the water as she listened to Jason and the sounds of nature around them.
Silence would eventually occur between them again and stay around for a brief moment before Amelie’ s stomach grumbled and caused her to pout.
”I haven’t eaten anything in soooo long!” she’d complained dramatically, as if she hadn’t eaten for days.
”Oh, the boathouse! Unless there’s a wedding or some other special occasion, the restaurant there is open every day from Lunch and dinner!” Amelie would take one final sip of her Cappuccino before throwing the cup in a nearby trash can and playfully pulling on Jason’s sleeve.
”This way! It’s right over there” she’d say with a smile - pointing to the building on the other side of the lake, before bouncing her way over the bridge and towards the boathouse with Jason following closely behind her.


Once there she’d notice the patrons seated at the tables outside eating and would begin to bounce with excitement.
”Nice, it’s open!” she’d say aloud, waiting impatiently for Jason to catch up to her.
After several seconds he’d appear beside her and she’d grab his arm and begin to lead him inside, however before they reached the hostess she’d realize she was still holding onto his arm and quickly let go - apologizing for her eagerness.



It took only a few minutes for them to be seated outside and served their drinks and a menu.
”Foooood!” Amelie let out dramatically to herself, before instantly becoming embarrassed and holding the menu over her cheeks and she looked at Jason over the top of the Menu. ”Sorry, I’m just…hungry. I love food! Who doesn’t love food?”
After figuring out what she wanted to order Amelie would put the menu down and pull out her phone to take a picture of the boathouse and the lake. Once she was doing taking pictures she'd put the device down and look over towards Jason - a question for him suddenly popping into her head.
”So, does the woman I saw you with in 1927 know you’re here? Did you tell her about talking to me or that you were meeting me today?”
Before he could respond the waiter would come back to get their orders. Amelie would only speak up again once the waiter had left to go place their orders inside.
”As much as I didn’t like not telling her, I didn’t say anything about meeting you today to my friend. I knew she’d probably talk me out of it, but I wanted to come…I really wanted to talk to you again.”
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Cerys’ crack about the communication devices had Dhani rolling his eyes. “What ever happened to respecting your elders, huh?” He shot Cerys a wink, “I always break these damn things. It’s a wonder anyone trusts me with them.” He wasn’t too worried about the communication devices, really, it was just something he felt like he could control. At Cerys’ observation that Malfyre was surprisingly punctual, Dhani cracked a genuine smile. “Icarus must be a good influence,” A pause- as much as he wanted everyone to be able to work together, he wasn’t sure he was ready to give off the impression of liking any of the villains overly much. But before he could add anything else, Malfyre’s voice was crackling in his ear, making some quip about his negativity. “If you’d show up on time every once in a while,” He spoke into his mic, “I might have a better vibe.”

Nothing was happening in that building, as far as he could tell, and that made Dhani uncomfortable. It felt an awful lot like going in blind, and he didn’t like the idea of that. He tried to tell himself that it would be fine, and he’d feel better once they got underway. This was how he felt about anything that wasn’t terribly straightforward. He had Cerys and he knew she would have his back. When she asked if he was ready to go, Dhani just nodded.

It had been a long time since he and Cerys had worked together, but it quickly became apparent that they hadn’t forgotten how. Maybe it was because he was often there while Cerys was still learning the ropes, but Dhani found he still felt he knew what she would do. Something about it almost felt like coming home: Dhani had trained a lot with Helen when he was first starting out as a hero, and her influences were obvious in Cerys. Getting into the building was easy enough; there were no real barriers to prevent their entry, and no immediate guards either. Dhani didn’t like that one bit. He shot a look at Cerys- if Red Witch wasn’t at stake, he would have suggested they pull back, regroup, and rethink this plan right then. It wasn’t even as if he cared that much about Red Witch, but Atticus’ desperation to find her (which was another thing that bothered him just a bit. Probably more than it should have.) had Dhani jumping in to help.

Dhani took the lead through the building. It was a habit, really; he’d always had a tendency to put himself between the people he cared for and any potential danger. He felt a little extra protective over Cerys, though- a testament to the blurred lines of friend, family, and “coworker” that come with beginning your hero career in your teens.

It wasn’t long, though, before they rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a couple of guards. They needed to take care of that before they sounded the alarm. Dhani backed up a few steps and said, “Artemis,” Before breaking out into a run towards one of the guards. This was, of course, his way of saying “I’ve got this one,” Momentum could be a great weapon. Dhani dropped his shoulder and body checked the guy, took a brief moment to regain balance, and a quick struggle later, he threw in a quick jab to the jaw. As quickly as it started, it was done. “You good?” He called back to Cerys. He didn’t doubt that she was fine, she knew what she was doing, but no matter how sure he was, he always liked to hear it.
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Goffre Alvisson and his crew aboard the Stjornhestr appear for a fleeting moment before ascending away from Gaia's orbit into the Sirius System, leaving Norma Arm away from the nearest sector, travelling to Xamoyos in Bastion IV, a journey that would take the small undetectable Viking space ship several months through the vastness of the Milky Way.
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Lucille Strommheim looked towards the sky, taking note of the bizarre shape.

What in the heavens is that?
she exclaimed.
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Hrafn-Floki was sitting on board the Seamaiden, hugging the wooden carved mermaid-prow at the front of the viking longship when his leidang started to arrive. Floki the Shipbuilder had wasted no time in hand picking the 500 hrafnfylking who would be traveling with him on his adventures. He divided them up evenly on to 5 different longships, placing 100 sailors on to each ship. Besides the large Seamaiden, he also hand-picked four other longships called the Sjorulfur, the Sjohestur, the Waveraider and the Hafskongur to go as his fleet. These five viking longships looked very similar, apart from their prows. The Seamaiden had a mermaid or valkyrie-type prow. The Sjorulfur had a wolf-headed prow. The Sjohestur had a horse-headed prow. The Waveraider had a simple spiralling or swirling prow design typical of the Jellinge style, while the Hafskongur had a Dall horned sheep or ram-headed prow. All of them had square-shaped crimson red sails which bore a picture of the black raven in tribal knot-work design, a symbol that was by now firmly associated with Nordic vikings from the northern fjords.

Soon other vikings would arrive from the mainland, hoping for a chance to sail with Hrafn-Floki and join in on his adventures. 50 ulfhednar, 50 berserkar, 50 svinfylking, 50 hestahar, 50 kattrfylking, 50 hornuglar, 50 ljosalfar, 50 svartalfar and 100 thralls would all be chosen to join Floki the Vitki on his quest to Siv'en, and he divided them all accordingly, placing all 1000 of his vikings into one of the 5 distinguished ships. The remaining 500 hrafnfylking would stay at the docks and continue to do as they had always done, building and repairing boats at the shipyard, fishing the harbour and working close to the water. Angradi the Whaler was chosen by Hrafn-Floki to be the new commander of the hrafnfylking at the docks, and was appointed to oversee the shipyard's navy.

Without further delay, the rowers divided themselves on each of the longships, with 75 oarsmen on each side. Hrafn-Floki took his place on the raised platform at the front of the Seamaiden, and picked up the ivory curved horn, blowing into it. The sound of the horn was carried for miles. Floki then leaned over the side of the ship to kiss his wife Helga one last time as she placed a garland of holly on his head like a crown. Helga and the other housewives waved their husbands goodbye and watched quietly as the 5 longships slowly rowed away from the docks and headed out towards deeper waters. They knew it might be weeks, months or even possibly years before Hrafn-Floki's leidang returned to Iskjerne Bay, if they ever returned at all.
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West Area Park - Early Afternoon - Light Snow
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Luna wondered when this good luck streak her and her sister were on, was going to turn around and bite them in the ass. It had to be soon, right? When had life ever been so easy for them? Since when was there ever a time when they actually had food in their fridge and not have to worry if they'd have it tomorrow, or the next day, or even next week? Sometimes Luna wondered if it scared Sol as much as it scared her because this was just too much to believe.

What was Samael really after? What were his true intentions? He had to have them, right?

Sighing heavily, she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. She had prior plans for today, and those thoughts didn't need to ruin it. She had something she wanted to do, but first, she needed to find a certain someone. The information she collected, well traded for, said that Mick was somewhere in the nearby park. She wasn't sure why she was seeking him out, of all the people she had readily available to her. Some part of it just... maybe enjoyed his company.

The other part of it definitely thought he was the best person to ask because he always seemed to have good ideas. The garden, fixing the tables, and this was one thing she definitely wanted his advice for. Plus, she just really liked listening to him talk. She wasn't sure why, but she liked the way the bass of his voice just rumbled. It sent shivers down her spine, but not necessarily the kind that were uncomfortable.

And she could feel her cheeks burning slightly.

“Get a grip, Luna, you fucking psycho. He'd think you were crazy if you told him that," she muttered to herself, tapping her cheeks just lightly enough to feel the sting. It wasn't the cold, though, that stung. She could never explain why she wasn't bothered by it as much as most people, and it was perhaps that reason alone that she was only wearing a charcoal grey puffer vest over a thin white long sleeved turtle neck. The shirt itself had a hole near her elbow, but she didn't mind so much. She'd had it for several years, and it was one of her favorites. The same thing could be said about the jacket. It was clearly worn, but remained mostly intact.

Her pants, however, were littered with random holes and tears, all near her knees and some near her calves. Those were covered by the dark grey long boots she wore, though. Still, none of the exposed skin from the holes were bothered much even with the light snowfall.

“Alright, let's see. Levi said he was around here somewhere," she murmured to herself, pursing her lips together. Maybe he'd left already? If he did, finding him was going to be a lot harder. She could ask someone else to accompany her, but...

Fortunately, he didn't seem to be going to any particular effort to keep himself hidden or anything. She hadn't been traversing the park for long before she spotted him, sitting on some brown grass with his legs crossed. He wasn't wearing a coat, either, just a cardigan and some fingerless gloves over a normal long-sleeved shirt. Even the scarf was missing, an omission that made a lot more sense when she spotted what he was doing.

In front of him, tucked into the space underneath a couple of bushes, was a battered cardboard box, filled with newspaper scraps and the scarf, and, it seemed, a mother cat and some juvenile kittens. Mick was slowly breaking apart a stick of jerky in his hand, feeding the mother cat by hand, it seemed.

It was enough to make her smile, though, because it was just too adorable. Here he was, this grump-bear of a man, hunched over a cat and her kittens and tending to them. She moved a little slower so as to not startle the animals, keeping a respectable distance from them. Luna didn't want them to scatter away from the warmth they were no doubt enjoying.

“Hey, Mick?" she called out in a tentative manner. “You have a minute?" she asked.

He didn't startle at the sound of her voice, so maybe he'd already known she was there. He usually seemed to, somehow, like he was ever really surprised by anything. He did turn his head towards her though. When he was no longer in profile it was easier to see the tiniest of smiles curling one side of his lips. "Sure," he said simply, gesturing to the spot next to him as he continued to break apart the jerky stick. "Have a seat."

She took it obligingly, situating herself next to him to stare at the animals. “As you can see, I made it back in one piece," she began in a light tone. After all, the last conversation they had was before the hostess job, and that had been something she'd said offhandedly in a slightly joking manner. She pushed a soft sigh through her nose, though, and inched her smile a little higher.

“And I need your help with something since you said you'd be around if I needed to talk about something." Maybe she could even get something for the kittens, something a little warmer than the scarf and box they were in. If she could, she would take them home and give them a nicer place to stay, but they were probably better off here. At least Mick was tending to them, right? Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she glanced in Mick's direction.

“Do you..." she pursed her lips together, frowning a little at herself. “Do you want to go shopping with me for the shelter?" she asked once the words formed properly in her mind. She might have had more experience than Sol when it came to talking to people, but that didn't mean she wasn't just as awkward about it, sometimes.

As the mother cat took a chunk of meat from his fingers and started to chew on it, Mick turned towards Luna and blinked. The request had evidently not been what he was expecting, if he'd been expecting anything in particular. "I don't mind," he said after a moment, laying the rest of the jerky pieces down in front of the cat and crinkling the wrapper up in one hand. "Where are you going to do this, exactly?"

He didn't ask the more obvious question—where did you get the money?—perhaps because he deemed it too rude or something of the kind. He could be a very blunt person, even rough in his mannerisms sometimes, but he did seem to have a sense of manners.

Either way, Luna was used to those kinds of mannerisms. Sol could be like that sometimes, even if there were miniscule differences, but Luna figured that's just how some people were. She furrowed her brows a little deeper, though, when Mick's question caught up with her.

“I don't know," she replied, sighing softly. “I want to get things that the people will need and can use, but at the same time..." she trailed off, chewing her bottom lip for a second. If she went overboard, that could attract unwanted attention. Demons and cambions of all sorts might show up at the shelter and cause unnecessary trouble for the people there. Luna didn't want that.

But she also didn't want them to be without. “That's why I need your help," she admitted, glancing up to meet his gaze. Even when they were sitting down, she was still much shorter than him. “I don't want to get things that will draw attention to the shelter, but I also don't want anyone to go without something they need. Food, clothes, those are all priorities, but if a demon or cambion sees someone who isn't usually dressed nice... they might get the wrong idea."

She really didn't know how else to explain it.

Mick blinked. "You've really thought about this," he said, sounding pleased, of all things. Expelling a heavy breath, he unfolded his legs and stood, oddly smoothly for a man of such bulk. "I think your best bets are disposables, like food, but stuff that'll last a while, so you can store it. And also secondhand things. For clothes and all that. Cheaper to get a lot of, for one. Also perfectly functional but not likely to seem out of place." He ticked the points off on his fingers, then belatedly offered a hand down to help her to her feet.

"I know a couple places for that, if you've got the time today."

“Of course I thought about it," Luna said, not bothering to hide the smile on her face as she took his hand. It was rough and calloused, but Luna supposed it must have been from the years he spent on the streets and the odd jobs he picked up. Once she was standing, she realized a little belatedly that she hadn't released Mick's hand yet, and pulled hers gently, setting it to her side.

“I, uh, I'm off today so I have all the time," she stated, coughing lightly before rolling her eyes. Mostly at herself because she sounded like she couldn't form a proper sentence with what she just said. “I have time is what I meant to say," she grumbled.

“Why don't we start with the closest place?" she suggested.

Nodding, Mick started out of the park, pausing long enough for Luna to catch up and walk next to him instead of behind. "It's not far. Maybe a mile or two. There used to be a bus that ran this way, but..." He shrugged. The end of the sentence was obvious enough. Some demon had decided it wasn't worth the expense to have a line of transport for the area.

"You... how did you find the other night, then? You'd mentioned a job. Seems it went all right at least?" He narrowed his eyes, as if searching her for any sign it hadn't been.

Luna snorted softly. “It actually wasn't half as bad as I thought it was going to be," she admitted, rolling her eyes at one particular memory. “One demon tried to get a little fresh but..." she shrugged her shoulders. It was kind of funny when Sol intervened during that. All she did was look at the demon and they backed off. Sol could be really intimidating when she wanted to be, but Luna had a feeling it might have had something to do with a particular Fallen who had been there as well.

“It went well enough that I was actually able to get," she paused as she glanced up towards the sky, trying to remember the exact amount she'd received in tips, “at least four credits in tips. I think it was a little more than that, but I'm not really keeping count because it's not entirely mine."

That wasn't true, exactly. Sure, it was her money, but Luna didn't want to keep it all for herself. The shelter and its people meant a lot to her and she wanted to do something for them. She wasn't entirely sure why it was especially so for him. It wasn't like they'd known each other for very long, but... well, maybe they were on the cusp of actually being friends? That'd be nice.

“What about you? How are you doing? I see you're missing your trademark coat," she noted.

Mick whistled, low and soft, at the number, but made no further comment about it.

"Good to hear it went all right, then," he noted mildly, hanging a left. "As for me, yeah I guess. I traded the coat away a while back, and the cats need the scarf. I'm all right though; the cold doesn't bother me much. The coat was mostly just for the pockets, and I can do okay without it."

He didn't seem much smaller without it, either, even ambling casually down the street with a slightly-hunched posture and his hands in his pockets.

In time, they arrived at what seemed to be a large consignment store, once-cheerful blue exterior paint faded and chipped. Someone clearly took the time to wash the building, though, and when Mick opened the door for her to enter, she was met with long rows of... well, a lot of things. Clothes, dishware, toiletry items and other disposables, and so on. It had a faintly-stale smell, and one of the overhead lights was flickering with a soft buzzing noise.

Her immediate thought was that Soleil could probably fix that, however; she wasn't here for that. She was here to find things that could be used at the shelter. Mostly things that wouldn't draw too much attention, though. She furrowed her brows and chewed the bottom of her lip for a moment. If she grabbed too much at once, that would definitely be suspicious.

She might be able to afford those things, now, but it would have defeated the purpose of remaining incognito. “Well, since we're in the beginnings of Satanus," she began, glancing towards the area where the clothes were located, “maybe we should start with that? I'd rather the people be warm enough to survive the winter, first."

It was one thing to die of hunger, but they would likely die from the cold, first, if they weren't properly clothed. Food would be the next thing to get, but she wanted to choose blankets and coats, first.

“We should probably get a variety of sizes, too. Nothing to big, although..." she trailed off, glancing in Mick's direction and snorting softly. He was really tall, and she doubted there would be anything here that would fit him. Sure, he had a coat before that looked like it fit okay, but he'd said he traded it.

“I guess we'll have to find something for you, last."

He offered her a small smile at that. "Don't worry about me today," he said simply. "I can usually get what I need. Someone always needs help lifting something, or with construction or whatever. It's better to worry about the folks who are already sick or disabled or have a hard time finding temporary work."

He did nod, though, after a moment. "Stuff for warmth sounds like a good idea. I recommend things that can be layered. Lots of us end up sharing, and clothes are useful currency, too. Having a bunch of layers gives us the freedom to prioritize, and means that giving up one or two of them isn't as bad. Blankets are good for the same reason." He started back towards that section, slowing his pace enough to keep next to her.

They drew a few eyes, mostly because of him, probably, though in a way Luna might be more unusual to see in a place like this. Mick did sort of fit the surroundings, in the sense that this was very clearly a part of town in which he was comfortable.

Luna supposed she could understand that. She might have lived in the poorer parts of the Pits, but she wasn't exactly dressed like someone who was. Sure, her own clothes might not be as worn down and beat up, but she was used to the eyes, regardless. It didn't bother her as much as she knew it bothered Soleil. She was just better accustomed to it, she supposed. She shoved the thoughts away and glanced at one of the racks that held a few jackets.

“Even so, I would at least like to get you something for today. You might have said you had time today to help me with this, but you could have spent that time doing something else. Let me treat you to lunch or dessert or something," she stated, pursing her lips slightly as she pulled a jacket from the rack. He really didn't have to help her, but the more time she spent with him, the more she learned how much he actually cared. It wasn't quite the same as the way Luna might have cared about Soleil, or anything like that. It was more pure than that. She couldn't describe it any other way even if she wanted to.

He didn't owe anything to anyone, but he worked very hard to help the people in any way he could. She admired that about him, really.

"Mm. I'll think about it."
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The Shogun's Palace
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It was quiet, and peaceful inside the halls of the Shogun's Palace, the handful of Shogunate Guard tended to their patrols, calmly walking along the halls of the palace, checking that everything was in order as the VIP's slept. Tonight was the last night in Shintenchi before a newly revived Nobuo returned to Niihama to claim his throne, or so they thought.

They snuck in almost undetected, muffled footsteps, and thermoptical camouflage meant that the wandering guards did not see what was about to happen. No one knew how they got in, or where they came from as the op started without a hitch.

Inside the main reception hall, two Shogunate guardsmen were enjoying cups of hot tea, as the first snow flurries of the coming winter began to flit outside the windows, they were remarking how pretty the city was in the winter, interrupted by two muffled 'thwips'

Both of them slumped over at their station as blood pooled under them.


Kendra Shaw was having trouble sleeping that night, nightmares had awakened her in the dead of night, and she was quietly shuffling through the halls towards the kitchen, where she was going to get a glass of water, and take some of her sleeping medication, as it seemed to be the only thing that kept the wolves at bay. As she shuffled through the hall, she heard a muffled 'thwip' and saw one of the guards slump forward. Stifling a breath, Kendra moved towards a nearby Shoji, and slid it open as her heart began to race.

She had been out of it for years, but training took over, she quickly tried at assess the situation. She heard muffled footsteps outside, slowly they crept, and the wood crept under the weight. She kept completely still, and waited for the muffled footsteps to fade.

"Shit." She cursed quietly under her breath, throwing the heavy winter yukata from her back, and throwing her sandals aside. Slowly, she slid the Shoji door open, and peered down the hallway, catching a glint of a figure as he rounded a corner.

Slowly she crept, moving against the wall, she had to make her way back to the bedroom and warn Nobuo, but Kendra was caught completely by surprise as she rounded a corner, and stared straight down the barrel of a silenced c26A. She let her legs go limp as she dropped, the weapon making a muffled 'thbbt' and splintering a nearby pillar. Before the man could reorient himself, she moved to uppercut, grasping the rifle, and struggling with the figure for it, They struggled back, and fourth, grunting, as Kendra shouted. "Tasukete! Shin'nyū-sha!" The Soldier grunted and shoved Kendra to the ground, and leveled his weapon to fire as she rolled away, bullets splintering the floor besides her.

At that moment, a Shogunate guard rounded the corner, and caught the tussle. "Yameru!" He bellowed And he opened fire from his own MN23, sending 5.56 rounds streaming towards the man with a deafening 'ratta-tat'

It didn't take long for alarms to blare all throughout the palace from the sound of the one Shogunate soldier's assault rifle. The Umibozu stumbled back, with several holes in his chest, and collapsed to the ground. Quickly, Kendra grabbed his assault rifle, and several magazines, stuffing them into her bra, and executing the dying man with a single shot to the head.

"We need to find Nobuo!" Kendra called out, as more gunfire filled the inside of the Palace. She pointed to the guard and shouted in Taiyou.

"You, with me!" The man nodded and began to follow Kendra, as she started to move down the hallway, sweeping the barrel of her assault rifle, checking her corners with the guard behind her. Spotting another Umibozu behind cover, engaged with Shogunate soldiers down the Hall, Kendra dispatched him with two well placed shots from his right flank before he could react. Quickly, she moved, releasing the empty magazine and letting it clatter to the ground as she slid a fresh magazine into the weapon, and chambered another round.
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Larry Wesker clutched his pendant.

So this is home now… It is beautiful.

The sunlight reflected off Wesker’s spectacles as he approached the house, trailing behind the young woman in headphones. His feet dragged on the gravel. His eyebrows couldn’t be more furrowed. His eyes were sunken in, as was his expression. A grimace that seemed to be shaped by the moustache that accompanied it. Even his short brown hair was wiry and stiff, albeit combed neatly.

His luggage was minimal, a single leather brown suitcase he brought in with him.

Upon laying his eyes on Avi, Wesker clutched the pendant tighter. It glowed a ghostly blue. Of more interest was the man’s halo above his head. Of course in Wesker’s experience, it was best to keep all the strangeness between him and his wife. This Avi didn’t seem to register its existence, so neither would he.

His voice was just as forlorn as the rest of his appearance.

“Larry Wesker. Hello.” He said, reluctant to take his right hand off the pendant to take a scone. “Thanks.” He had made scones himself, what felt like a long long time ago. It tasted as sweet as the memory, and as fluffy as his recollection of it.

The girl had returned, and for a moment Wesker held eye contact. He quickly put down the scone to clutch his pendant once more, almost wincing.

“I could also do with a glass. Long day. Parched.” He struggled to look back up to the girl, loosening the grip on his pendant. He wasn’t looking forward to having to contend with someone so young. The headphones were typical of today’s youth. On the bright side, he imagined that he wouldn’t have to listen to her music. Hopefully that was all his wife was concerned about too. It could be hard to tell, sometimes.

“And a tour would be exceptional.”
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DHEED's whole node network was wobbling from the incredibly strong earthquake. Redundancies were firing off everywhere as oscillation and harmonics blew out joints and hardware. Hardened to a fault and spread over massive areas it would take the planet collapsing for DHEED to be erased. DHEED was more concerned for the squishy Car Key as he initialized a second body.

DHEED's omnithreading didn't collapse for once as the second body started up. He raised a hand and inspected it as she polished the frame. The head on this body nodded, "Excellent work. I will need you to alter some more source bodies in the repair plant so I can refurbish them. However I suggest you remain in the bunker for now."

The head turned to examine a console on the wall, "The external ingress is collapsing and hardlinks are damaged in several areas. I can still access the local network wirelessly. Are you sure he has locks? I do not detect any electronic locks on the domicile on that address. He may be too poor to afford them. How amusing."

DHEED slowly attempted to spin up some bodies nearby to the address trusting that Car Key was there to observe if they weren't viable. Having a competent external actor was preferable to crawling across the floor for several days.
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Gabriel Ereb steps out of his Wing City branch office for the last time. He looked over the building fondly, but he did not tarry. While there were wonderful memories in this city, it had not become economically viable for the company to have its headquarters here any longer.

"Come, Agares." He smiled at the armored soldier beside him. "It's finally time for us to depart."

"Yes, sir." The alpha trooper nodded before escorting the aged businessman to the waiting hovercar.
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Shrknar the Reshr'c glanced over towards Lectre Mansion, wondering what history this city held. No matter, he'd have time for exploration later. Continuing on, he picked up his pace — the Queen was not one to wait.
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Obsidian was woken up by a bucket of cold water washing over her poorly clothed form. She sat up quickly, the chains bound around her ankles clattering and further chaffing her raw, wet skin. She shook the water from her face, unwilling to use her filthy hands to smear more dirt onto her face.
“The boss needs you awake, today’s the day you talk, bitch,” the gruff Remnant General, Galdorin, began as he spit on the disgraced knight chained to the wall at his feet.
“Personally, I don’t know why he doesn’t just let us kill you, but he must have his reasons.”
He then pulled his booted foot back and logged a kick into her ribs, making her double over and vomit up what little food they’d given her the night before.
“Yeah, continue to sit in your filth, no one is coming for you, might as well talk already.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she murmured as she wiped her chin.
“What was the?!” Galdorin began, ready to strike her again.
“Quite enough, Galdorin!” Theory’s voice boomed through the dungeon and the Remnant grunt recoiled quickly, spinning around on one heel to snap a crisp salute that Theory waved away dismissively. He place his hands in his pockets and squat down to Obsidian’s level. “You can go, Galdorin,” Theory commanded, never breaking eye-contact with her.
Galdorian left silently, closing the door to the dungeon behind him. Theory smiled wickedly now that the two were alone. A quick backhand across her face sent her head into the nearby wall that she didn’t attempt to push away from. The warm sensation of blood dripping from her temple down her dirt stained cheek made her panic. She couldn’t fight back, and was exhausted from trying the past two weeks.
“We go through this dance every day, Knight,” Theory started, gritting his teeth.
“Tell me what you are doing on this world and why you’ve taken such an interest in my operation. Certainly, you don’t believe the Matron can stop me, let alone just one woman.” He scoffed.
“F-for the last time, I’m not a Knight!” She growled back, earning her a hand around her throat.
“Yet you wear the armor of an elite Knight Specialist? Who are you fooling, I’ve see your work, the way your blade carved my men, you’re a Knight,”
“My Master defeated the Knights in the Brotherhood wars.” She managed to let out, a small fire igniting in her eyes.
“Oh, did they now?!” Theory spat, releasing her, “So who is this Master of yours?”
“We both know you already know the answer to that question, you know my armor isn’t forged by the smiths in Sor.”
“Enlighten me, let me hear you say it then, you seem to believe that I should somehow be afraid, I fear no-one, let alone nameless organizations.” Theory stood now, his hands in his pockets. “Go on then, tell me who sent you then, who will I have the pleasure of telling you’re dead?”
“Your brother says, ‘hello’.” She said with a smirk, watching the rage build in Theory’s eyes. She tensed, ready for him to hit her, to beat her until she stopped breathing, but to her surprise he simply smiled coldly.
“You must truly hate living, Knight, because come sundown tomorrow, my men will have you and should you survive their ravenous appetite, I will kill you myself.”
He left without another word, leaving Obsidian alone.

*****

Syra had felt unease the entire trip. She knew they needed more help to defeat Theory, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with the way they were going about gathering allies. How many would remain friendly once their common enemy was defeated. Much to her surprise, Azure was okay with how things were playing out. The young woman had been trained for combat, and was obviously well versed in collaborative efforts, after all it seemed to be the mantra of her organization, Many things come together to make something beautiful, or something like that. She trusted Azure and Ash knew what they were doing, and for now that would have to be enough.
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Sentient Smargantua clitter-clatters in the shadows, receding into labyrinthine maze of rocks and boulders. The glimmer of motion might have caught an astute observer's eye, but the Smargantua was all too stealthy for the casual observer.
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location: Onyang Funeral Hall ➔ The Pantheon
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"i'm sorry! i'm so sorry! please- forgive me!" the man was not. ahya watched him from behind, unseen by the eyes about her; even without her presence being transient, they likely would not have seen her. all attention was on the kneeling, sobbing, apologising wreck in the middle of the funeral home, and his attention was on the little girl standing in front of him. she showed a rage too calm, too serene, for a child still living. her life had been stolen to her by the same hands that had stolen her autonomy, again and again, many a night preceding her end.

the man wailed more apologies.

she knelt beside him, looking about at the concerned crowd forming. the child's father was front and centre, a familiar expression on his face. the brewing awareness of a reality one does not want to acknowledge. the stone that forms in one's gut, when suspicions long since pushed away come rushing to the surface; finally, and terribly, confirmed. a lot of confessions were met with these faces. so she had seen a lot of them, in her time.

they still ached to see, a bit.

she whispered in the man's ear, devoid of sympathy in the face of his terror. "and what, exactly, are you sorry for?". the ghost-child echoed her whisper, as well as her merciless expression. put in into words, you sinful creature, the god demanded. confess, and be done with yourself.

between his sobs, he did. desperate for the child to go away; for his guilt to fade. by the time the child finally allowed herself to fall into light, his hands were bruised from cuffs, his face bloodied from grieving fists. but it was not retribution she had wanted. she was just a child, after all. she just wanted to comfort her dad with the truth.

"will daddy be happy, again?" "one day. it will always hurt, but his heart is lighter now."

as the child, Min-hee, left the mortal plane, Ahya, her job done, left South Korea for the Pantheon.

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through months of shame and humiliation i have come to love my solitude. i no longer seek help from the outside world. i no longer answer the doorbell. i live by myself, in the turmoil of my own fears. trapped by my own phantasms. i wait for the flood to rise and drown me out
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she caught the dourness in her hands, and let it leak through her parting fingers. the room was drenched in it- this sense of dread. the refusal to accept reality was back again, but with far more bite than what she had witnessed on the father's face days before. this refusal was rooted in arrogance. it was idiotic.

so, in character, for many of these gods, really.

she watched the show from the corner, back flat against the cool marble, one foot tucked lazily around the ankle of the other. she wasn't fond of the drama and feuds; the endless bickering among the gods. every meeting ended with the same resounding feelings. the major gods were unyielding, the lesser gods were dissatisfied, the war gods were angry (as always). even the events leading up to these feelings tended to be the same; some god would complain, the major gods would insist nothing was wrong, other gods (usually war gods. usually Cat) would beg to differ. the majors would reiterate that the topic was not up for discussion, and everyone would go home wondering what the point of the meeting was in the first place.

this one, though. its bones were similar, but the beast was different. the gods were playing their roles like usual, but there was less certainty- the plague of higher stakes brought maleability to an event that, in the years before, had always played out like clockwork. Ahya felt a pang of sympathy for Isla, a true Cassandra, complete with dark prophecies and disbelieving listeners. never mind that her warnings of death had never been more supported by evidence. three gods dead, and still, they thought themselves invincible.

Cat was no different, as she volleyed with Destiny, no, with Rio. the calm and the fury engaged back and forth, Ahya's own opinion on the matter dancing between them.

“I’ll be fine. It’s as the little river goddess said, the gods of war are meant to endure such adversity.” Ahya scoffed, lightly and lazily, her insouciance becoming her, her sense of justice (and spite, definitely spite) compelling her to speak.

"Endure war, yes. But not death. No god, not even a war god, is made to endure death. Regardless of what some of you may believe about your own immortality. And definitely regardless of, ah..." Her smile turned teasing, "... Death's endurance."

she turned to the major gods, many of whom clustered together. like a single body. a hive mind.

"on the other hand; 'you're doing everything you can?' What does that even mean? with all due respect, you lot are so terrified of rocking the boat, you wouldn't dare save a sinking ship." she looked at Dae-young, half-heartedly adding, "... metaphorically."

she could feel the swirling emotions of the gods around her, their trepidation, as they too surveyed the opinions exchanged. many of them agreed with her, that neither option was especially appealing. loathe to step out, she did so nonetheless, compelled by the thought of her own corpse joining the dead, be it as a victim, or a soldier.

"are these seriously our only two options? either wait to be added to the divine body count, or prepare for a war on an enemy we have yet to actually identify?" she sighed, her Weltschmerz reengaging. "if that's the case then maybe it's about time we gods clocked out, hm? we're clearly not qualified for critical thinking, let alone whatever sacred responsibilities we've been relegated."
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The rest of the evening went well, even if her conversation with Hayley weighed heavily on her mind the whole time. She didn't know how to feel about it, and she didn't particularly want to think too much about it either. So she just tried to enjoy spending time with her family and with Viv. It was late by the time her dads left, and Georgie was honestly ready to just go straight to bed and have some time to herself to think. But then Viv was pushing a glass of wine into her hand, and Georgie just laugh and sat down on the other end of the couch from Viv.

"Yeah, they're... pretty great. Our family was one of those families where it was always chaotic, always kids running around the place, but we grew up happy, healthy, and knowing we were loved. They didn't have the time or the energy to just lecture us about shit," she said with a laugh, taking a long sip of her wine. She hadn't fully appreciated how lucky she'd been until she moved out. "They've probably already adopted you in their head, by the way. Expect a Christmas present from them this year," she added.

She leaned back in the chair a little and took another mouthful from the glass in her hand. It really had been too long since they'd done something like this, and she'd missed it. But it seemed like Viv was always spending time with Ray or Georgie had been spending time with Hayley, and they'd hardly seen each other. Mentally, Georgie just wanted to say that was why things had been so weird between them for a while. They just hadn't spent any proper time together for a while. But even though it was diminished after the dinner, Georgie could still feel that awkwardness lingering, deep down below the surface, a tension that she still couldn't explain or figure out. It was that that stopped her from just blurting out about Hayley, and instead she just took yet another drink.
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