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atlanticcocean · 3 years ago

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My Mental Health as of 5 months ago.

In the middle of the ocean is a torrential hurricane. Waves the size of tsunamis and my boat has long since capsized. With each breath I take it feels like a new wave crashing down on me, forcing my head deeper into the water whenever I try to reach the surface. My lungs are out of air- the waves pushed it all out; so I can't allow myself to just float to the surface. I have to kick and claw desperately at the water to try and rise. The water is cold and weighs on my limbs like lead; wrapping icily around my limbs, turning them to rusted iron that creaks as they move, and the fog at the edge of my vision is closing in more and more as the oxygen starvation kicks in. Just as my head breaks the surface I gasp for air and choke on salt water and rain that swarms the ocean's surface. Just as I can grab that one half-gulp of air, another wave crashes on top of my head and pulls me back under, and the struggle begins again. There is no rest, no break, no salvation; just fighting or drowning.

My body bleeds into the water around me as I quietly exist. My silhouette feels like a suggestion, and the slightest shift in the water will turn me into a swirl of a shape. It means when I move I feel my arms dissipate and reappear every second, as I see them, real and solid before my eyes. My chest feels like it's being crushed by a thousand weights- right on my sternum. It constrics my chest and makes the world feel smaller around me. My lungs feel like they're so overused and full of air that they risk tearing themselves in order to relieve some of the pressure. This feeling rises up into my throat and slices razor cuts up my oesophagus and scores my tongue, splitting it into a serpentine fork.

I can crack my head open in a hundred ways: the skull grows spikes that force their way out of the surface of my skin, protruding like stalactites as a way to fight back the harshness of the light and cold, or to stop my eyes from crawling out of their sockets again. Deep incisions underneath my jaw cut through my mouth and the adjacent cheek, sometimes with some kind of tool- a bar or a saw perhaps- sticking out of my face like some sort of sick piercing.

Sometimes my mouth is sewn shut, sometimes I don't have lips; just exposed teeth, and sometimes I don't have a mouth at all. It makes speaking seem like a delusion; successfully hiding the creature I'm becoming from the eyes that cannot see my true body.

My ears bleed or are shredded, torn off by my own fingernails. My tendons and ligaments are strung up on my wrist using fish hooks protruding from my forearms.

Claw marks, bullet holes, scratches, bite marks and holes pepper my torso. They trace my ribs and take up residence in the softest and most vulnerable places on me. Sometimes they're red and raw, sometimes they're old white scars carved so deeply into me it's as if I was a discarded clay plaything, long since dried out and cracked.

Sometimes my limbs go missing. Some fingers, a chunk of my throat, or most commonly, my left leg is missing, just up until under the knee joint. I walk on a real falsehood when this happens. When I write or draw and paint and then both my hands are hacked off, or my wrists slice open and the blood crawls up my arms, into my mouth and up my nose, into my sinuses and wrap around my eyes, blinding me with my own blood.

Sometimes large areas of my skin are flayed red and raw, leaving me even more naked to the watchers in the walls. They're looking at all of me- even the parts I shouldn't be able to and can't see. The watchers in the walls are eyeballs that always watch, never resting. Some perverted panoptic observer, dissecting my every move and thought. Sometimes the eyes turn into hundreds of CCTV cameras. Sometimes the eyes are on the inside of my skull, or underneath my blanket. Sometimes I'm under the impression that it's the watchers that split me apart. I feel like a sack of blood loosely stitched together and animated to walk. I don't feel human. I don't feel like a person. I love fiercely and trust with my whole heart, but all my perceptions of the world around me aren't really mine, they were taught to me. The words I use to describe my environment- what I like and dislike, what's good and bad was never decided by me, but was informed by what people often said TO me.

I don't understand what makes something beautiful. I can see and recognise beauty, but there are so many things in my life that I look at and recognise as beautiful and feel nothing. Does that mean I truly believe that? I learned through association, and it's only because of recent events that it occurred to me to question all that I knew about myself and how I thought. I was forced to challenge my beliefs in every aspect over and over again and I have been stripped down to my crudely scraped bones and dried up marrow.

I thought as I grew up I'd figure out how to be a human being but I'm more lost than ever. For the last decade all I have known is to try and break the surface of the ocean and tread water.

But recently a life preserver has been thrown my way by someone else who is in the middle of this storm. I'm hauled onto a raft that seems to be held together by nothing but kindness and spite and I am held in warm arms and another gargantuan wave looms overhead. But for the past decade all I have known is how not to drown. For this moment I'm no longer in the water. I no longer know what I am. I don't know what I am without the water in my lungs. I never had the opportunity to learn.

The cold water crept its way into my mouth and down my throat until I gagged. It tossed me back and forth as it pleased, and if I tried to resist I was met with icy riptides and despair. The water swarmed my arms and chest and robbed me of any sense of up or down. It snaked its way between my legs and tore me apart from the inside out, tearing away the warmth, comfort, security or confidence I had in myself. And every time i felt the brine in my sinus or the salt sting my eyes i just kept telling myself that “this is the nature of the sea. It cannot be helped, and it cannot be resisted. Save your strength for when the water calms”. I did not realise that patience and endurance were not the same. Patience yields focus, while endurance dulls the blade. It does not matter how strong people may see themselves; eventually even gods bleed.

And now I can feel steady hands and honest warmth. I do not know what to do with it, other than cling onto it with all my might. The dark grey-blue breaks and a ray of gold peeks through. I turn to my new companion and I see how long he has been trapped in this storm. His eyes blend in with the water and hold the same iron will as the storm trying to drown us. He pulls up a makeshift sail that pulls us full force towards the water mountain looming ahead of us. I grab onto the cracked mast of the HMS Determination and brace myself to see what crests first: us, or the wave.

The thrill is exhilarating and the maneuver is risky. Sailing is what got me in this mess in the first place- perhaps it would be best to continue to swim? If this stubborn little raft capsized, that's it. There's no reason to keep swimming. There aren't any other rescues around. I've put all of my life preservers in this one dingy, and i'm going to enjoy breathing air while i can. It’s our turn to be able to breathe. On this raft the eyes at the bottom of the sea cannot hunt me, and my crewmate can stitch me up when the threads come loose. I have no choice but to trust him, and to me that is a privilege.

We reach the top of the wave before it crests and in a moment of euphoria, I see land silhouetted against the flash of lightning a few miles east of us. I cry out in desperate joy as the Determination races dangerously down the other side of the wave, threatening to capsize as it goes. A small curl catches the corner of our raft and sends me toppling back into the waves; but before I hit the water, a strong grip around my waist.

“I've got you,” I hear as we tumble back into the centre of the raft. And I believe him. That's twice he has saved my life with no expectations in return.

I've got you.

The storm is still raging and we are far from shore as of yet, but the watchers are less prominent, and with him stitching me together I am dissolving a little less.

I've got you.

I am still cold and drenched in sea water. My blood mixes with the water on my skin and on my clothes and coats everything on me that I can see. But I have a direction and a purpose now. I cannot guarantee that I will get to shore, but I am confident now that I stand a better chance than before.

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ask-the-phan-site · 5 years ago

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Phan Cam: The Phantom Thieves of Kaijudo?

>San Campion, California, United States. We came here to change the heart of a new target. Queen, Noir, and Crow are not with us as they have to study for their college finals. But Duke, Ape, Visor, and his robotic companion will be filling in for them.

Okay, according to this message, the person who sent the request should be meeting at someplace called “The Five Paths”. I looked it up. It’s some kind of martial arts studio.

Really? Like what? I know some Kung-Fu.

Oracle: It doesn’t say. There’s no other information about it.

It’s like this place doesn’t even exist. Now that’s just weird.

I think that’s it over there.

Oracle: Well, it does appear so.

Let’s take a closer look.

Let’s be careful though. There’re some kids here.

Oracle: The message said to meet them in the back. Let’s see if we can find a way there.

>We manage to find a way to the back. While that was happening, I couldn’t help but hear what the kids at the front were saying.

Have you noticed that Tareq’s been acting weird lately? More than usual.

Well, it has looked like he hasn’t slept in a while. I tried asking him about it and just told me to get bent. I know Tareq hasn’t been the nicest to us, but this is just getting ridiculous. Ray, what does your uncle say?

I asked him and he said, “Just give it time. Everything is still new to him.”

Ginger-haired girl: I see. Well, if your uncle and the other Masters say it, I suppose we can try... So anyway, how was your winter break?

...

>We were now at the back of the studio.

I don’t see anyone here.

Maybe it was just a prank. Sometimes people will troll you like this.

Well they sure went through a lot of trouble just to bring us here.

Don’t let your guard down just yet.

Well, it don’t look like we might be jumped anytime-

>The sound of a door opens.

OH SHIT! SOMEONE’S HERE!

>We quickly turn to see someone come out the backdoor of the studio.

What the- Who the heck are you people!?

Wait, this is just some misunderstanding!

Young man in gee: (shocked) A Creature!?

>He quickly puts on some glove and we are surprised to see it change into a green glove that looks like it was made of leaves.

Wait! What on earth is that!?

Young man in gee: Three-Eyed Dragonfly!

>The young man shouted this as he did some martial art move and was surrounded by what looked like flowers. Then, the flowers all converted in front of the young man and a portal with a symbol on it opens.

>Then, to our shock and horror, something comes out of it.

Violet: (shocked) What is that thing!?

Oracle: It doesn’t look like any Shadow I know.

Young man in gee: (confused) Shadow? Tch, whatever, I have to do this. Three-Eyed, attack!

??-??: Tareq, please stop!

Young man in gee: (shocked) Huh!? Th- That voice.

>Suddenly, the symbol on the portal changes.

>Then, something else comes out with the portal closing behind it.

Young man in gee: (still shocked) R- Ra-Vu? You’re here?

Glowing Creature: (telepathically) Yes. I am. I ask you not to attack them.

Young man in gee: Why not?

Glowing Creature: Because, these people... are the Phantom Thieves of Heart.

Young man in gee: (shocked again) What?

Mona: (also surprised) It knows who we are?

>Then, the glowing creature projects some kind of screen. On the screen is the request.

Young man in gee: (confused) My request? But, I thought I deleted it and never sent it.

Visor: You’re the one who sent it?

Young man in gee: I wrote it, yes. But I deleted because I chickened out. I’m sorry, I just haven’t been getting any sleep lately and I don’t think I can handle this.

Joker: So you’re Tareq.

Tareq: How did you know?

Aside from that creature calling you by name, it was also a lucky guess.

Tareq: (groaning) You probably over heard those three in the front. They probably saw my request and sent it.

Glowing Creature: You are wrong, Tareq... I sent it.

Tareq: (surprised) You!?

Glowing Creature: Yes. I secretly went into the temple and saw the request you made. I took an screenshot and saw it was about Master Brightmore. So, I recreated the request and sent it.

Tareq: But... But why?

Glowing Creature: I was advised to come to the temple... By a young girl in a blue dress and a large book.

>Why am I not surprised?

Tareq: I don’t think I want to know about a girl you suddenly found in the Creature Realm. Still, why did you sent it?

Glowing Creature: Because... I too am worried about him.

Tareq: ... A Light Creature never lies. Yes, I’m worried about Master Brightmore. I know I shouldn’t be calling him that anymore because of all the things he’s done when he joined the Choten, but still, of all the Kaijudo Duel Masters, he was probably my favorite. How he only just wanted to keep things orderly and calm. And now look at him, a wanted criminal in the eyes of those he worked with. Since then, I’ve been having a hard time getting used to it. And lately, I keep having this recurring nightmare.

Glowing Creature: I am no expert in dreams, but what kind of nightmare?

Tareq: I... I don’t know. It just felt like... Like something dangerous was chasing me and I had to get away... By climbing something... And I think sheep were also in it.

...

Tareq: I don’t have that dream anymore, but since then, I just can’t seem to sleep. I tried everything to relax. I even asked Master Kimora for advice. He said to take some time off, but that’s not helping at all.

>Then, Tareq did some bow-like move in front of the giant bug. Then, he did it again and the bug disappears.

Tareq: See? I can’t even send my Creature back properly. I’m just so worried about Master Brightmore. I...

Glowing Creature: You can say it.

Tareq: I... I miss him.

Glowing Creature: But is that not why you requested the help of the Phantom Thieves? To change his heart so he may turn himself in and he would at least return to the temple?

Tareq: Well, yes.

Then that’s what we’ll do.

Tareq: You will?

Panther: We don’t know much about what happened, but we’ll help you anyway we can.

Fox: We Phantom Thieves do this so we can give courage to others. That includes you.

Tareq: I see... Thank you.

Glowing Creature: I am glad to hear that... So this is what “glad” feels like.

Ape: Well, it does look like you don’t much about emotions, uh...

Glowing Creature: Forgive me, I have not introduced myself to you. I am known as Ra-Vu, Indomitable Seeker of Lightning and Stormbringer. I am a Creature of the Light Civilization in a hidden world known as the Creature Realm.

Tareq: And you probably already know I’m Tareq: I’m an acolyte in the ancient art of Kaijudo.

Joker: I see. I’m not so sure about what you just said.

Tareq: I’ll explain while I take you to where you need to go... I’ll just ease your memories after this anyway.

>With that, Ra-Vu takes off to the air and we leave with Tareq... We didn’t see that someone was spying on us.

Ray: I knew something was up.

Round Boy: I guess Panopter got something good.

Ginger-haired girl: Think we should tell the Masters?

Ray: (grinning) Have we haver told them about the stuff we do?

Round boy and ginger-haired girl: ... Naw.

>Later after being told everything about the world of Kaijudo, we were now standing in front of a convenient store.

Tareq: I got word that he was back in town. He took up a job here as a clerk.

>We take a peek through the window. Ra-Vu sent us a telepathic message that he can connect us so we can hear what’s going on inside.

What is this I’m looking at?

>He was holding an instant ramen bowl.

It’s instant ramen. Anyone can see that.

Yeah, boss. I thought we were the dumb ones.

Nigel Brightmore: (irritated) I am aware that it’s instant ramen. What I was asking was why I found this in the nacho aisle?

Boy in Sweater: Because the instant ramen is next to it. C’mon, it was just one mistake.

Nigel Brightmore: (still irritated) We are trying to make the shoppers’ trips here easier! Unlike life. You better think twice before making such an error again!

Hat-wearing young man: Whoa, boss, relax, it’s fixable. Geez, and we left Carny just for this?

Boy in Sweater: It can’t be helped, Nickles. Carny had the dough. And now that he’s spending more time with his old man, we gotta make cash somehow.

Nickles: I hope yer right, Driggs.

Nigel Brightmore: Then perhaps you should have thought about that before deciding to work here. Now quit flapping your jaws and get back to work!

Nickles and Driggs: (scared) Yes, sir!

>Back outside with us.

He must really miss being a Master.

Tareq: It’s making him so frustrated he’s taking it out on his employees. And they don’t even know anything about Kaijudo or Creatures. It’s pathetic, but at the same time, sad. I can’t stand to see him like this anymore.

Ra-Vu: (telepathically) Meet me at the back of this shop.

>We go to the back where Ra-Vu was waiting for us.

Ra-Vu: Now you see how far my former master has fallen. How his misery has turned him from a once honorable man into a disgraced figure of sloth and anger. He might as well, how would humans put it... Made a prison of his own heart. And he is even the warden.

Skull: That sounds like it fits.

>Skull takes out his phone and enters the words we hope are the keywords. Nigel Brightmore... Convenient store... Prison...

Nav: Results found. Updating guidance system.

Ape: Bingo!

Tareq: So, you go to this Metaverse with an app? How does that work?

Just trust us.

Skull: Well, with all that done, all we gotta do now is go into his Palace and-

???: Palace?

>We are surprised by three new people with us. It was those kids from the studio.

Tareq: Ray? Allie? Gabe? How?

Allie: Never underestimate the power of Stalker Spheres.

Gabe: And was that Nigel in that store?

Tareq: ...

Ray: Tareq, you knew? You knew all this time he was back in town and hid him from the Stalker Spheres?

Ra-Vu: He knew, yes, but it was I who hid him from the Stalker Spheres. Tareq had nothing to do with that.

Allie: Can we really believe that?

Gabe: This wouldn’t be the first time a Light Creature lied.

Ra-Vu: Princess Sasha only did what she must to do what is right. But I am not lying to you now.

Gabe: ... Fine. But what’s going on here? And with these guys?

Allie: Hold on... I thought I recognized you.

>She was staring at Skull and Duke.

You do?

Allie: You’re Ryuji Sakamoto from KUROFUNE. The other kids at school just wouldn’t shut up about it since your official debut last year. And you, you led those Joes after you were framed.

Duke: Fine, you caught us.

Ray: Actually, I think I do recognize these two. I think I even recognize the rest of you from the Dream Festival.

>We just stared.

Ray: My cousins were competing in the Top Three.

Skull: Hold on. Okamoto...

Oh, as in Nobu and Ichiro Okamoto!

Ray: They’re my cousins.

Skull: I see. You know, I heard they were dropped from their Unit because their leader that they were the reason they didn’t make it. Now that I’m a True Idol and can make my own Unit, maybe I can recruit ‘em.

Ray: Really? That’s good, I guess... But that still doesn’t answer what’s going on here.

Tareq: (sighs) You might as well tell them.

Ra-Vu: Actually, I think it best simply to show them.

Allie: (unconvinced) Show us?

Ra-Vu: But before we do so, I suggest you first summon your creatures.

Gabe: Right here? Right now?

Ra-Vu: I shall explain later.

Ray: Okay, I guess.

>The three adepts take out their gauntlets and empower them with what Tareq called Mana. Tareq does the same.

Ray: Tatsurion the Unchained!

Allie: Scaradorable of Gloom Hollow!

Gabe: Reef Prince Glu-urrgle!

Tatsurion: What is...

>The Creature known as Tatsurion, or as he as known as “Bob”, sees Ra-Vu and quickly makes a fighting stance.

Bob: (not looking happy) What is he doing here?

Ray: (trying to calm the situation) I’ll explain soon, Bob. Right now, we should hear what he has to say.

Bob: (a bit disappointed) Fine.

Ra-Vu: I am glad to hear that. Now, you may begin.

Joker: Alright, he we go.

Nav: Beginning navigation.

>With that, the familiar red wave passes over us. When it ends, the convenient store had now been replaced with a prison that looks like something out of Avatar the Last Airbender. More specifically, The Boiling Rock.

(Insert song: Price)

Ray: Holy...

Ra-Vu: That is precisely the right thing to say in the situation.

How don’t see how it is. Care to explain?

Allie: First, explain something. A couple of things... Where the heck are we and what’s with the outfits!?

Gabe: Hold on, those masks... You’re the Phantom Thieves, aren’t you!? The Phantom Thieves of Hearts!

Hey, shush! I don’t think the Shadows heard us.

Tareq: Shadows? You talked about that.

Yeah, in the Metaverse, enemies attack us.

Allie: I think it get it. But what does that have to do with summoning our Creatures before coming here?

Ra-Vu: Because it is unknown what effects may occur from opening the Veil within the Metaverse.

Gabe: (worried) Now you tell us.

Oracle: Right, so until we can be sure it’s safe...

No Summonings.

Gabe: Right. Opening the Veil in a place like this could cause a Butterfly Effect so massive, it might cause great damage.

Well, shall we go in now?

Right, I’m just itching to cause some damage.

Then let’s get to it.

>I use my Third Eye a spot a hole in the mountain big enough for all of us to go through.

Joker: You think we can fly up there?

Bob: I can.

Oracle: I can also use Necronomicon carry us as well. Persona!

Ray: (surprised) That’s definitely not the kind of Creatures we’re use to.

>With Bob and Necronomicon’s help, we managed to get inside the prison without fail. Inside, there were young men getting pushed around by Shadows dressed like prison guards.

Tareq: How does those guys get here?

Mona: Their just cognitions. They’re based off of people in the real world. It’s those guards you have to worry about.

>We secretly land near what we can only guess is the front door. We enter what we assume is the lobby which looks more like a courtroom. Then, we see two cognitions dressed like guards escorting a young man with a bag over his head. The two guards look like the two boys from the store.

Allie: Why are Driggs and Nickles here?

It’s not really them. Like Mona said, they’re just copies that exist only in this Palace.

>Then, someone arrives on the judge’s podium. It was Nigel Brightmore dressed like that warden from The Boiling Rock. However, it looked like it was made of gold... Including his eyes.

Shadow Nigel: Read the charges.

Cognitive Driggs: Yes, sir.

>Then, Cognitive Driggs removes the bag...

Ray: (shocked) It’s... It’s me.

Cognitive Nickles: Raiden Pierce-Okamoto, you are charged with defying the ways of the Kaijudo Order. You have touched Creature after Creature, made forbidden trips to the Creature Realm, causing much chaos, and worst of all, cost the warden his job. How do you plea?

Cognitive Ray: (looks like he’s crying) ...

Shadow Nigel: We will take your silence as your confession. So, for your crimes, I sentence you to be “reeducated”.

Cognitive Ray: N- No!

>With that, the cognitions leave.

Bob: (now getting angry) They will pay for that!

>With that, Bob runs out of hiding.

Ray: Bob, wait!

>Too late. We’ve been spotted.

Shadow Nigel: (a malicious smile on his face) So, the real one comes to my presence. And I see you brought your friends as well. And what’s this? You’ve become friends with those annoying fools from Japan?

Well, guess what. These annoyin’ fools are gonna take you down and steal your Treasure!

Shadow Nigel: I am not scared of you. This prison in impenetrable. Nothing is coming in or out. Ever.

Tareq: You can’t be serious. Master, I know you have fallen, but this isn’t going to make things any better.

Shadow Nigel: Doesn’t it? I lost everything because of these children. The Masters have left their ways and are now weak. Our mission to protect the people of the Human Realm will fail this way.

Ray: That’s not true. The Order didn’t become weak, they grew. Now, they’re stronger than ever.

Shadow Nigel: I refuse to believe it. Being a Kaijudo Duel Master was everything to me... And I intend to take it back.

>Then, a large Shadow appears.

Tareq: Please, Master Brightmore, it doesn’t have to be this way. Just turn yourself over to the Masters and I promise that I’ll make sure that their punishment is something light.

Shadow Nigel: ... No. It’s too late for that.

Ra-Vu: It is never too late to redeem yourself.

Shadow Nigel: (getting angry) You dare speak back to your master? Fine, if you wish to defy me further... Then you can just die here. Guards, seize them!

>With that, Shadow Nigel runs off and the large Shadow changes shape.

Allie: (surprised) I don’t think that angel is here to save our souls.

>Necronomicon scans the Shadow.

Oracle: I’m not sensing any weaknesses. It’s real strong. And avoid using Bless Skills.

Joker: But maybe Curse Skills can give us the edge...

Maybe even stronger.

>I go Third Tier.

Joker: PERSONA!

Skull: I’m in, too. You might need the extra muscle.

Mona: You’ll need a healer, too.

Fox: And me.

>Skull, Mona, and Fox all go Ultimate.

Skull, Mona, and Fox: PERSONA!

Ray: We’ll fight, too. I know it may look like you’re full up, but you might need us.

Joker: Alright. I don’t think this will be an ordinary fight this time.

Gabe: Ready to do this, Gargle?

Glu-urrgle (aka Gargle): RFA. Ready for action, G Ablriel!

Skull: Glad you can join us. I like that RFA thing.

Allie: Let’s snuff this guy out, Squeaky.

Scaradorable (Squeaky): *squeak*

Mona: I’m not much of a gentleman if I keep a couple of ladies waiting.

Tareq: Shoot. I knew I should have summoned a Creature before coming here.

Ra-Vu: I shall fill that role for this battle.

Tareq: Thanks, Ra-Vu.

Fox: Good. Time for the beauty of art to be illuminated.

Bob: Then let the brawl begin!

Tutorial

The Kaijudo Adepts’ assistance is the same as a regular assist. Sometime, if you can’t knock down all the enemies, they will assist in knocking down the rest of them.

Which Adept assists depends on the character.

Joker = Ray and Bob

Skull = Gabe and Gargle

Mona = Allie and Squeaky

Fox = Tareq and Ra-Vu

>Uriel Summons three Shadows. We’ll tell you that they’re Angels since we can’t show you pictures of them. All the Angel use Buffs on Uriel. Raoul uses Heat Raiser on Mona. Seiten Taisei uses Matarukaja.

Oracle: This one! Defense up!

>Necronomicon uses Marakukaja. Mercurius uses Masukunda. Kamu Susano-o uses Masukukaja. Uriel uses Bloodbath. Luckily, we all dodge it. Angel 1 uses Kouha on me. It knocks me down. Angel 1 then attacks me. Angel 2 tries to use Makajama on Mona. Luckily, he dodges it. Angel 3 looks scornfully at Skull. I get back up and Raoul uses Maeigaon. It knocks down all the Angels. I pass the baton to Mona and Mercurius uses Miracle Punch on Uriel. It didn’t knock him down. Seiten Taisei uses Charge. Mercurius uses Miracle Punch on Uriel again. This time, it was a critical hit.

Mona: Quiver in fear!

>After the attack, the Angels were gone, but Uriel was still up. Kamu Susano-o uses Tempest Slash. Uriel uses Megidola. Raoul uses Eigaon. Seiten Taise uses God’s Hand. Mercurius uses Mediarahan. Kamu Susano-o uses Bufudyne. Uriel uses Myraid Slashes on Mona. Raoul uses Concentrate. Seiten Taisei uses Matarukaja. Mercurius uses Miracle Punch. No knock down this time. Kamu Susan-o uses Masukukaja. Uriel summons another Angel. The Angel looks scornfully at me.

Joker: Alright, Raoul, it’s showtime!

<With that, Uriel and the Angel are both fast Asleep. Seiten Taisei uses Charge. Mercurius uses Masukunda. Fox defends himself. Both Uriel and the Angel are still Sleeping. Raoul uses Maeigaon. It was technical hit on both of them and the Angel was knocked down. Seiten Taisei uses God’s Hand.

Gabe: Me and Gargle are ready when you are!

Skull: Go for it, man!

Gargle: LOL! Happy Hour!

>With a few shots of his Potato Gun, Gargle knocks Uriel down.

Skull: All right! Time for some pain!

>After the attack, the Angel was gone, but Uriel was still up, but a little more weaker. Mercurius uses Miracle Punch. It was a critical hit.

Mona: Time for some bloodshed!

>After the attack, Uriel was still up, but now more weaker. Kamu Susano-o uses Brave Blade. Uriel uses Myraid Slashes on Fox. Luckily, he dodges it. Raoul uses Eigaon. Seiten Taisei uses Matarukaja. Mercurius uses Garudyne. Kamu Susano-o uses Masukukaja. Uriel uses Bloodbath. Both Skull and Mona fall under fear. I use Relax Gel on Mona. Skull is too Scared to move. Mona uses Harisen Recovery on Skull as Mercurius uses Miracle Punch. No knock down.

Allie: I think we’re good to go, right, Squeaky?

>Squeaky nods.

Mona: Then be my guest.

Allie: Alright! Squeaky, show them your real dark side.

>Squeaky uses her Fear Gaze and attacks Uriel. He’s knocked down and falls under Fear.

Mona: Too late for apologies!

>After the attack, Uriel is still up, but now even weaker. Kamu Susano-o uses Brave Blade. It’s a critical hit.

Fox: This is the final blow! Now! Let us strike!

Oracle: And to finish it off!

>With that, Uriel was gone.

Allie: That definitely wasn’t like any Duel we’ve been in. This is just crazy.

T-Bob: Crazy? You haven’t seen anything yet.

>Gabe goes over to the podium Shadow Nigel was. He begins looking through some files.

Gabe: These files are on all three of us. Ray, me, and Allie. It’s like he really does see us as criminals.

Bob: Now I just want to get him good.

Panther: He’s suppose to be the Master of the Light Civilization, and yet he’s willing to hurt others just to make sure others follow the rules?

This is totally the opposite of who he should be.

Gabe: Hold on, there’s another file here.

Gargle: (scanning it) It doesn’t seem to be on anyone. No viruses, no worries.

Oracle: Let me see.

>Oracle looks in the file.

Score! It’s a map of the prison.

Skull: Cool! This Palace will be a cinch.

Tareq: (looking down) Yeah.

Violet: Is something wrong, Tareq kun?

Tareq: It’s just... Is this how Master Brightmore really is? Some tyrant who just want to control everything?

Violet: Pretty much. But that’s why we’re here. To change all that.

Tareq: Can we?

Joker: Tareq, you truly believe that there is some good in Nigel and you might be right. You know this. I know this. We all know this... And we want the Masters to know the same thing. That’s why we’re ding this. We’re going to do more than take his heart...

We’re going to save him.

Tareq: ... Thanks. You know... I don’t think I’ll be erasing your memories after all.

Gabe: (a little worried) Really? ... Then again, a chance to ally with the Phantom Thieves? When will have another chance like this? A chance to know more about this Metaverse and how it might effect Mana.

Allie: Just be careful not to get over yourself.

Oracle: Then I’ll just lend you a hand. I know a thing or two about how cognition works here.

Gabe: I think that will be great.

Tareq: Then it’s settled. You help me with this and I won’t erase your memories. I might even help you in some places most people can’t. So, will you help?

Alright then. It’s setled. We’ve got ourselves a deal.

>We shake on it. I think this deal might work in our favor.

I am thou... Thou art I...

Thou hast acquired a new vow...

It shall become the wings of rebellion That breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of Storm Persona I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power...

Confidant: The Duelist

Arcana: Storm (This Arcana is made up for this Confidant.)

Rank: 1

Ability: Acolyte

Allows you to enter the Kaijudo Temple.

Panther: Well, we’ve done all we can for now. Let’s regroup for today.

>With that, we leave.

>We return to the real world. Ray, Gabe, and Allie send their Creatures back to their realm.

Ray: It looks like things are about to get more complicated from here on.

Joker: Most likely. But not right away, though. It’s only the first day.

?????? ??????: The first day of what?

>We were shocked by who was now with us.

Ra-Vu: It appears there are some Stalker Spheres I forgot to ask to keep us hidden.

What was your first guess, mi amigo?

This could be bad. Real bad.

Tareq: Master, wait, I can explain.

Master Chavez: I suppose you can.

>Suddenly, something flies down to us.

>Then, it projects a screen... It shows us disappearing into the Metaverse.

Now we really have to explain.

Tareq: Then please, hear us out.

>The Kaijudo Temple. We came here and explained to the other Duel Masters and even Ray’s parents of what had transpired. Hopefully, they will listen to us.

So, Nigel Brightmore is back in San Campion. This is startling news.

And you two have been hiding him from us the whole time? Are you so loyal that you would protect this traitor for your masters?

Ra-Vu: He is not a traitor. He merely, as you humans would say, made a mistake. One that is atonable.

Master Isao: You only say that because he is your master and he probably ordered you to hid him from the Stalker Spheres.

Ra-Vu: That is not true. I am hiding Master Brightmore of my own volition. Even those of the Light Civilization are not above compassion and empathy. A feat that our Princess Sasha proved possible long ago.

Gabe: He has a point there.

Either way, I am still not so sure about how your plan will work. I understand how much the Phantom Thieves of Hearts has done for the world. I must admit, even I was impressed by what they did in New York. Not to mention what happened in Auradon and with that general. But still, to change his heart?

Tareq: I just want to see Master Brightmore do the right thing. This is the only way I can do it. Please believe me. I don’t want him to be punished so harshly if he doesn’t turn himself in.

And what punishment did you think we would give him if he didn’t?

Tareq: I don’t know. Banishment to the Creature Realm without his gauntlet? Or worst of all... You’d erase his memories. A fate far worse than death.

Master Chavez: And what punishment do you wish for us to give him if he does turn himself in?

Tareq: I guess maybe tending to the Creature Pens? Helping Master Toji in his workshop since Fingers isn’t around anymore. Even help Master Kimora in his garden or the studio upstairs. Just please, don’t erase his memories.

After everything he did to us, to my son... To me. He deserves such a fate. To have to go through the same ordeals I had to go through.

Ray: (a bit shocked) Dad!?

Ken, no.

Saguru: (as he wishes to be called, only his family can call him Ken) However, to do such a thing... We would be no different than August. So even though I’m no longer a Duel Master... I wish to favor Tareq’s request.

Master Isao: Ken chan, are you sure?

Saguru: Please, Uncle, you know that this might work.

Master Isao: ... Very well. We will vote on it. All those in favor of allowing the Phantom Thieves take Brightmore’s heart so he may turn himself over to us?

Master Kimora: Well, I suppose we could give it a try. I think Nigel really wanted to do the right thing.

Master Jaha: I also agree. Nigel was consumed by the order of Light. This might be a good chance to help him come to his senses.

Master Chavez: I’m curious to know if this would really work. So, I agree as well.

Master Nadia: (still doubtful) Fine. But only because Hector thinks it might be a good idea. However, I also propose that we give them until the end of the month to change his heart. If they fail to do so, then we must step in and take Nigel ourselves. Are we all in agreement?

>The Masters agreed.

Mona: Alright then, the deadline is January 31. So we have to establish a route to the Treasure and send the calling card no later than two days prior, the 29th.

Ray: Luckily, we’ll be helping you.

Janet: (a little worried) Just be careful, Honey. It sounds like this Metaverse is nothing like the Creature Realm.

Ray: It’s okay, Mom, the Phantom Thieves will be joining us and they know more about the Metaverse than we do.

Saguru: For their sake, they better. (looking intimidating) Because if they so let as much as a cut on you...

>Something crawls out of his eye.

Ape: I have a feeling that bug is more than it appears.

Visor: (a little worried) You can say that again.

Then it’s mission start. Time for Operation: Save the Light!

Violet: That sounds a little taken.

Joker: Well it was either that or Attack the Light. Maybe even Unleash the Light.

Allie: (confused) Too many Steven Universe references.

Tareq: (also confused) Steven Universe?

Violet: You don’t know about Steven Universe?

Allie: The only channel the Temple gets is San Campion 24/7. They don’t even use the Internet much here.

Oracle: Which makes me wonder. How did you managed to write your request?

Tareq: Well, it all happened when Gabe stayed the night here to take a break from those brothers of his. I sort of... Borrowed his phone while he was asleep.

Gabe: (upset) I thought it was odd that slightly more used data!

Tareq: (a little embarrassed) Sorry.

Gabe: (sighs) It’s alright. Just ask next time.

>With that, we prepare for the heist ahead of us.

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