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#korvo draws#oc#oc; daniel#mmm if daniel were really an angel poet would be a lot colder to him#in any monster/nonhuman au with them daneil always becomes a test subject for poet#who knows what's being tested here hmhm
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Dragondslayer: red handed
Jaune and Yang are caught half naked in the dorm by their teammates and teachers
Jaune: ohâŠ
Yang: ShitâŠ
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Everybody's down in the library, and we have the perfect excuse to sneak away."
"Okay." Jaune's hesitation mounted to a peak until he entered the dark room with Yang, and it only grew darker as the door shut behind him.
The two had grown much closer than anyone would have expected since they decided to wing it with their "dates," which was mostly just Jaune and Yang hanging out at a shop in the city. What started as playful shoving blossomed into hand-holding and eventually kissing. Simple pecks on each other's lips at first, of course. Testing of waters.
This wasn't any of that. Jaune and Yang had discarded much of their top clothing, save for Yang's bra as a last sign of her decency. Though Jaune's hand groping beneath it did little to preserve that.
"Hmhm, feisty~." Yang purred as she led him to Blake's bed. No sense climbing up to hers. Besides, Blake would understand, since they weren't going much further than this. Or so she thought, until Jaune hand grew bolder and found shelter elsewhere in her clothing. She gasped as his fingers stroked over the fabric of her panties. "Dirty boy~!"
Jaune chuckled as he continued to kiss and suckle up on her neck. The young man wasn't much of a man in many regards, but what he lacked in knowledge or skill, he made up for in his experimentation and learning. He felt Yang's hands fumble with his belt buckle until she unlatched the leather garment and tossed it to the floor.
Now it was Yang's turn to make Jaune moan as she rubbed his hard member through his boxers. She giggled as the growing size continued it's reign of impressing her. She had caught glimpses of his growing bulge here and "accidentally" felt him up after tripping there, but she had never been this close to it, feeling the heat on her hands, and the slickness of his precum on her fingers. She shivered at how close she was.
Every fiber of their being screamed for them to remove their remaining fabric and pounce the other. Hearts thundered with desire as breaths heaved their impulses further. But clarity grasped them once more, for a brief moment. Whether it was him, or her who had the idea first, neither could tell, but they both spoke at once.
"Wait!" The two chuckled with flushed faces, before Jaune sat back for his girlfriend to sit up. Their eyes lingered over one another for a moment before Jaune spoke. "Uh, do you want to go first, or...?"
"No, no! Go ahead." Yang smiled.
"Okay." Jaune took a deep breath. "I... really want to do this, but... I don't want to do it if you don't want to."
"I'm fine with doing it." Yang placed her hand over his. "But only if you are. Are you?"
"I am, I am." Jaune sighed. "But... there is one thing."
"What's that?" Yang asked.
"Well, uh," Jaune nervously chuckled, "I was so excited to jump in that I, uh, forgot to grab my gear."
"Grab your gear?" Yang cocked her brow. "What, are we going hunting?"
"No, I mean, uh..." Jaune scatched the back of his head. "I didn't bring any protection."
"Oh!" Yang scratched her head. "Yeah, that's kind of important. Especially since I'm not on the pill, either."
"So, we should hold off until we're ready. Physically, mentally, emotionally..."
"...and elasticly." Yang chuckled, earning a chuckle in return from Jaune. "I'm glad you came this far with me, though."
"Of course, Yang, I..." Jaune shut his mouth. He blushed as he looked down. He almost scared her away with being too open with her.
"Hey." Yang lifted Jaune's chin to look him in the eyes. "I know, and I feel the same way." Her hand slipped along his chin to behind his head and pulled herself closer. Jaune met her, and the two shared a tender kiss, softly breathing as if their hearts were in sync. She pulled away, smiling at him. Nothing could ruin this moment.
Suddenly, the door rattled with a clack as it came unlocked, and the light flicked to life. The curtains suddenly spread wide to let in natural light as the two were exposed to the all-seeing eyes of Professors Ozpin and Goodwitch, the latter of whom was red in the face. Behind them, the rest of Team RWBY stood outside, with varying reactions of shock, disgust, and dismay.
"Oh..."
"Shit..."
#rwby#dragonslayer#jaune arc#yang xiao long#glynda goodwitch#ozpin#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#rwby smut
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Spring Evening's Respite - Adasakura 1
Niki: Sigh⊠to think the store manager would find us just to go and insist that we âDonât worry! Please taste-test to your heartâs content!â...Â
Being forced to stay there until the store closed was the worst⊠Donât schools teach you that you donât eat if you donât work?Â
Rinne: My bad~ But well, aintcha working there anyways? Itâs only fair if you listen to what the manager says, right~?Â
Niki: Ughhh⊠so thatâs the excuse youâre usingâŠ!? Youâre a monster of a customer!Â
Kohaku: You two, âs already late, so stop bickerinâ over nothing. Who knows what kinds of complaints weâre gonna get if we donât shut up?Â
HiMERU: It would be irksome to lose sleep over this idiot, so HiMERU will be returning to his room now.
âŠOh dear. HiMERU accidentally said what was on his mind without thinking. Apologies, Amagi.
Rinne: Oooh? Has Merumeru come around to voicing his thoughts out nowâÂ
Tell me more âȘ Bare your truest feelings to me âȘ
HiMERU: Whatâs with this? Youâre creepy.Â
Rinne: I meaan, if you are capable of showing off your deepest thoughts to me, that means weâve become real tight knit, yea?Â
So câmon, tell me what you really think. Pretty please, HiMERU-chan?Â
HiMERU: âŠâŠ.. (silently leaves the room)Â
Niki: He completely ignored you.
Kohaku: Of course he ignored ya. Arenât ya lucky heâs not completely pissed off?Â
Rinne-han, youâre gonna mess up soon enough if ya keep teasinâ everyone so much.Â
Rinne: Right. Sucks but I guess weâre done now that Merumeruâs like that.Â
Itâs time for me to see a new tomorrow and sleep! I gotta wake up for the pachinko parlorâs opening âȘ
Niki: Is gambling the only thing that comes out of your mouth~?
Ah well, I canât say much myself since Iâll be checking out the preopening for this new restaurant in Saison Avenue tomorrow.Â
Iâll go now. Goodnight, Kohaku-chan âȘ
Kohaku: Mmhm. See ya later, Rinne-han and Niki-han.Â
Off they go. Jeez, you could mistake us for hurricanes with how noisy we are.Â
Aight. Iâve got a personal job tomorrow, âs âbout time I head back to my room.Â
âŠHm? No oneâs around, but the TVâs been on this whole time? I didnât notice âcause of all the ruckus.Â
(...I see. Looks like the news is broadcastinâ cherry blossoms right now.)
(Theyâre bloominâ early this yearïżœïżœ Springâs right âround the corner.)
(Thinkinâ about it, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom last yearâ back when I was let out of my zashikirou.)
(Itâs already been a year since I became an idol. So many things have changed, huh?)
(When I first became a part oâ Crazy:B, I reckoned itâd be best if we retired as soon as possible. And yet, we had a full resurrection during MDM.)Â
(And then thereâs me allyinâ with Madara-han in Double Face.)
(To think my life could be as fulfillinâ as it has been just from this past year.)
(I canât wait to see what new things the next year has in storeâ)
(...Aha, itâs a bit too early to get excited.)
Err, where did the remote go⊠Itâs usually around hereâŠÂ
Madara: If youâre talking about the remote control, Iâm preetty sure it fell under the table? Here, is this what youâre looking for?Â
Kohaku: Madara-han? What are you doinâ with all that luggage?Â
I can guess that yer not on some late-night excursion, but arenât ya dressed up a bit weird for the dorms?Â
Madara: Ahaha, is this more interesting than finding the remote?Â
This is actually skiing equipment. I just came back from some modeling shoots up in the snowy mountains. Â
I hit it off pretty well with the producer there, you see. So they gave me secondhand skiing gear in hopes of introducing skiing culture to more of the youth, and I just had to take up the offer. âȘ
Kohaku: So thatâs why I wasnât seeinâ yer face lately.Â
Honestly, I was quite worried 'cause ya disappeared so suddenly.Â
Iâd figured the ever-so-elusive Madara-han would come back as soon as ya left, but canât ya try at least try ta check HoldHands?
Madara: Hmhm. âI may be goinâ abroad next month, is there anythinâ scheduled for Double Face in that time?â Well, Iâve checked now!Â
I mean, Double Face is more akin to a side job for us, so you donât really need my permission for anythingâŠÂ
Thereâs nothing planned for Double Face at the moment, so fly to your heartâs content. Â
That Gatekeeper was an unexpected threat during SS, but heâs already left. We can enjoy some peace, even if itâs only for now.Â
Because of that, wouldnât now be the perfect time to also want to stretch your wings?Â
Iâm not one to say, but you should still show some filial piety towards your family while you still can!Â
Since the Oukawa familyâs named after cherry blossoms(1), how about you pay your house a visit when cherry blossoms are in full bloom?Â
Kohaku: There ya go, talkinâ bout irresponsible things againâŠÂ
Who do you think you are to lecture me on this with that unfilial mouth, huh?Â
Madara: Hahaha! Iâm the kinda guy whoâs telling you to learn from othersâ mistakes âȘ
Your entire clanâs safe, right? I made sure to check.Â
I understand that itâs your duty to watch over Tsukasa-san since heâs the head of the family, but I think nowâs a good opportunity for you to visit home again.Â
Since theyâve been broadcasting cherry blossoms on TV lately, you could excuse yourself by saying they made you feel homesick âȘ
Kohaku: Cherry blossoms are just fleetinâ flowers that drop dead as quickly as they bloom. Theyâre nothinâ but creepy to me.Â
If theyâre gonna bloom, canât they hang on a lilâ better? Whatâs the point of lettinâ em collect in muddy ditches like dead bodies?Â
Oh wait, weâve been talkinâ a while. I gotta wake up early tomorrow, so Iâll be headinâ off.Â
Goodnight, Madara-han.Â
Madara: Of course. Goodnight, Kohaku-san.Â
Madara: âŠâŠâŠ..
âCherry blossoms are creepyâ, huh. Thatâs the complete opposite of what I think. Â
(It feels especially like so lately, but I guess we arenât compatible after all?)
(From the beginning, our relationshipâs always been on a rocky boatâ It should be about time for the tides to tip it over. In the end, all Iâm doing is entangling you further into the underworld)Â
(Truth be told, youâre so dazzling when youâre next to Crazy:B that thereâs barely any trace of your past. It makes me worry beyond belief)
(I was never able to become a hero after all, huh.)
(Sorry. Itâs supposed to be my role to guide you, who knows nothing of the outside world)
(Iâd become so desperate to give Kanata-san that flower field that Iâd never had the chance) (2)
(At the very least, let me play the role of a villain. I must carry out my role, right?)
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Oukawa in Japanese is æĄæČł, where the æĄ (ou) also means sakura/cherry blossomsÂ
Reference to Madaraâs first !! themed scout story, Myriad of Colors and Flowers. I very heavily recommend reading it if youâre interested in Madara (and his relationship with Kanata + his family)!
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 From some quick googling "adasakura" seems to be from a buddhist monkâs poem, referring to how cherry blossoms fall very quickly, and is a metaphor for the fleetingness of things.
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Detective, guide me?
[Goro Akechi x Reader]
Summary: Youâre visiting your cousin who lives in Tokyo and you just happen to meet the Detective Prince, Goro Akechi.
Warnings: NONE
Authorâs Note: I feel like we need more of Akechi, am i right? Sure I am. Just a short story, please bear with me.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32248585
âLike I said, cousin, I have literally no idea where I am or where I am supposed to be going,â you huffed as you talked to your beloved cousin on the phone, while also being completely lost in Shibuya. Well, it seemed like such a good idea to visit him while he was here during his probation. Now you were not so sure anymore as you stood completely dumbfounded next to the famous Buchiko statue.
Out of self pity you reached to rub the dogâs paw, listening to your cousinâs attempt to give you the easiest possible directions. Easy, my ass, you thought bitterly.
You eyed the people go on and about their business and you caught yourself spacing out, suddenly the voice that spoke to you on the phone became a white noise.
âYou got that? Just make sure you get to Yongen-Jaya. I can pick you up there at the station...â your cousin hummed, a cat-like noise in the background that made you think the cat was telling him something. Ha, ridiculous. Thank Anime for those thoughts.
You blinked once - then twice. You felt hot and cold at the same time and you glanced around nervously. What was it he just said?
âUh- yeah! Gotâcha! No prob. Be there. Y-Yongen-Chia- was it?â you stuttered.
âWhat? No, Yongen-Jaya. Good luck, I gotta do something now,â your cousin laughed. âI trust you can do it!â
âW-wait- wait donât hang up- Wait- Yongen-Jaya- how there?â you called desperately but the call was already disconnected.
Awesome-- youâre doomed. Were you supposed to just call a taxi? Surely thatâd be the best course of action-
You had to look very lost and pathetic, because a young man approached you. You werenât paying him much attention at first, frantically searching on your phone for any help internet could give you.
âI apologise for eavesdropping,â the man said, forcing you to look up at him. You realised two things: his voice sweet like sugar and his face as handsome as that detectiveâs you saw on the TV just the other day-- huh, what?
âYou were.. eavesdropping..? On me?â you questioned suspiciously.
âOh yes, how rude of me, I know. I overheard youâre headed to... Yongen-Jaya?â he asked, giving you a sweet smile.
âYouâre hearing things, sir,â you remained cautious as you looked up and down his slim figure. You noticed the familiar uniform he was wearing, the attachĂ© case with an A. in a circle. The reddish-brown eye colour that somehow reminded you of red wine.
He laughed softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
âMy, I understand your concerns, but let me assure you, I approached you with good intentions. I, myself, am headed there. Thereâs this restaurant Iâd like to visit.â he hummed, still smiling.
Well, you shouldât look given horse in the mouth if he was offering to help, right?
âWhatâs your name, sir?â you mumbled, at this point just making sure.
This question seemed to take him by surprise as he blinked at you, his shock bringing you just a little satisfaction.
âGoro Akechi, Miss. I am-â
âOh, so it is you,â you gasped quietly, covering your mouth. âSure have guts talking to random person on the street. Should I start screaming that I see âthe Detective Princeâ?â you teased, really just testing his intentions.
âPlease donât. Donât you need help getting somewhere?â he smiled innocently, which took the wind out of your sails.
You nodded, defeated.
âLet me help you.â
With that, you followed Goro Akechi.
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The train was packed.
You could not believe the amount of people that managed to squeeze in, and it was even more shocking to you that it felt comforting when the detective stood between you and the others, shielding you from the rest of the passengers, as you stood with your back pressed against the trainâs window.
Admittedly, it was a little weird having his hands just centimetres away from your head on both the left and the right side of you, but he was steadying himself from falling or being pushed on you. What a gentleman.
In return, you were holding his briefcase.
âI apologise, i didnât think itâd be quite this crowded at this hour in the evening,â Akechi mumbled, as if annoyed by the others.
âItâs alright, not your fault,â you offered him a shy smile.
Akechi smiled back at you, keeping as much distance as he could when he felt someoneâs backpack press into his back, forcing him closer to you. He still tried to keep calm.
âYou know, you seem more patient on TV,â you thought out loud.
âI try,â he mumbled, eyeing you as you let out a quiet giggle. Well, that was cute.
"So, you said you're going to some restaurant?" you asked, fancying the idea of trying to have a small talk with the detective.
"It's famous for curry and coffee," Akechi nodded.
That made you pause a little. You were pretty sure your cousin was saying that exact same thing. Curry and coffee of the best quality. A restaurant located in a back alley with a French-like name. Hmm, name. What was it called again?
"-- anyways, in case you were interested, thats the restaurant's name," you caught the last portion of whatever Akechi was saying.
"Huh?" you blinked up at him, now actually feeling his breath on your skin as the crowd made him close the distance between the two of you almost completely. Centimetres apart, literally.
For reasons unknown, you felt your cheeks heat up. On the other side, it was pretty warm these days and the train was pretty full. Yup.
"Quite the habit of not listening, huh? I wonder if you have in common with whoever you're visiting," Akechi voiced his thoughts with a small snicker, either ignoring or not noticing the blush on your face.
Don't be stupid, he was a detective, he had to notice--
âNo, not really. Heâs a really good listener, actually,â you shook your head slightly, gripping Akechiâs case tighter.
Akechi didnât answer verbally, giving you a small nod instead. At this point his elbows were bent and his forearms also rested against the window. So close. You were pretty youâve read about scenes like those online.
âCan I know his name and your destination, then? I could just escort you there, seeing how close weâve gotten over our short ride,â Akechi said, an almost amused look on his face when you choked on your saliva. He meant literally. He meant literally!
âAkira Kurusu. Uhh, I am not sure what the place is called-â
âAkira Kurusu?â Akechi blinked.
You nodded shyly. Did you say something wrong? Surely not?
âThen, assuming you werenât listening when I first mentioned the restaurantâs name, are you headed to LeBlanc?â
Your gasp was all he needed to hear and you heard him sigh, mutter a quiet âSeriously,â under his breath.
âIs there something wrong?â you frowned a little. âDo you know my cousin?â
âAh yeah, We... have met. A few times, actually. Yes.â Akechi gritted through his teeth quietly. Well, what a full 180° turn in the atmosphere.
You couldnât help but giggle. This was quite interesting. You loved to annoy your cousin and seeing Akechiâs partially annoyed expression gave you ideas.
Maybe you found a partner in crime.
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Akechi helped you step out of the train, holding your wrist tenderly as he pulled you aside as the crowd flowed through the station. He held your wrist for a bit, watching the people exit and enter the train.
âHere, your thing,â you mumbled, pushing the briefcase into his free hand, letting him hold onto your wrist as long as he thought was necessary.
âHmhm,â he nodded. He fell quiet after he confirmed your destination and Akiraâs name.
âDoes it bother you that much?â you asked.
âDoes what bother me?â he frowned a little.
âThat Akiraâs my cousin, that you volunteered to take me to LeBlanc,â you shrugged nonchalantly, noticing he still didnât let go of your wrist.
âYou said it, I volunteered - and I am headed there too, either way. And it was just... an unexpected information, donât make it a big deal,â he mumbled, looking around. âLetâs get going.â
Holding your wrist, he pulled you along, avoiding people as he followed the path he knew so well.
What a tsundere, you thought. That meant Akira knew this man too, then, right? Youâd ask him later. Now, all you could do was drag yourself behind this fast paced detective.
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â(Y/N)- finally- why didnât you call m---â Akira paused in whatever he was about to say as was left speechless after he just opened the door to LeBlanc to greet you - and Akechi who was still holding your wrist-- wait, what?
âCousin!â you beamed, throwing yourself at Akira who caught you in his arms, holding you close - and you realised it was because he was just kind of glaring at the man who guided you here.
âHello, Kurusu,â Akechi faked his famous TV smile. âI apologise for this late intrusion, but I happened to run into (Y/N) here and seeing the lost look in your cousinâs eyes, I couldnât not-help,â he explained, oh so sweetly.
Akira rolled his eyes, glancing at you as he held your shoulders.
âIâm really sorry, Akira! I just felt so bad calling or texting you again, it felt so embarrassing! And he happened to be headed the same way!â you apologised as you wiggled out of Akiraâs hold.
â... Sure, alright. Uh. I will make you coffee on the house, tomorrow?â Akira mumbled to Akechi who beamed in response.
âSplendid, how kind of you, Kurusu.â
âYeah. Uh, (Y/N)... I will ... just... prepare your dinner, you must be hungry... uh... say thanks to Akechi...?â Akira mumbled, actually unsure how to talk to the detective when you were present. He turned on his heels, shaking his head as he went inside the restaurant.
You glanced at Akira and then turned to Akechi who crossed arms over his chest.
âThank you so much for the help. I am sure Iâd be still at Shibuya station if it werenât for you!â you laughed nervously.
Akechi gave you a small nod.
The silence stretched, but you werenât sure you wanted to say goodbye to the detective-guide that you met today.
You grasped all of the courage you could as you leant to peck Akechiâs cheek quickly.
âPlease, be my guide again, sometime soon, detective,â you smiled sweetly and then rushed inside the restaurant to bother your cousin.
Akechi stood outside with a dumbfounded expression, eyes wide as he watched you disappear inside LeBlanc. He blinked once, then twice, as a smile spread on his face. His gloved fingertips touched his cheek where your lips touched his skin.
âIâd love that,â he mumbled, to no one in particular.
#Persona 5#Goro Akechi#Goro Akechi x Reader#Persona 5 imagine#ren amamiya#Akira Kurusu#fanfiction#oneshot
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Right of Law, Section XXVII
(Zaekura meets again with the Le-Koronans, while the situation surrounding Civitas Magnaâs kolhii tournament begins to escalate.)
âEveryone will be so happy to see you!â Tamaru said as she bounced down the path. Â âWe were all worried sick!â
Zaekura walked a few steps behind her, flanked by Charla, Antroz, and Emsar. Â âYeah, dealing with Atero wasnât exactly easy, but we managed. Â Iâm hoping itâll go a little smoother when we have to take the fight to them.â
Tamaru hummed. Â âThatâd be nice...you controlling Atero. Â Ah, here we are!â
They arrived in a clearing lined with scores of people: Matoran, Toa, Glatorian, and Agori of all kinds, some on solid ground while others perched in the surrounding trees, creating a circular wall of eyes all trained on the visitors. Â Zaekura felt like she was trying to walk underwater.
âOkay, everyoneâs here! Â Go on, Zaekura.â
âRight, of course.  UmâŠâ
She found herself unable to recall the words she had prepared. Â Charla set a hand on her shoulder then, reminding her to breathe, and she was able to relax a little.
âFirst of all,â Zaekura said, âIâd like to thank you all for welcoming us.  It isnât lost on me how out of the ordinary this gesture is, nor the implicit risk my being here carries.  My name is Zaekura.  Up until recently, I lived a very quiet life...but now, the Great Beings have it out for me, since Iâm one of the rare few who possess the same potential as them.  Iâve had to fight to defend myself, and itâs beenâŠquite an adjustment.  But now I realize this isnât just about me.  Countless lives have been destroyed by the Great Beings, and countless more live in constant fear of them.  And I want that to end.  So now, weâre fighting to stop the Great Beings and take control of Spherus Magna, to reform it into a place where nobody has to live in fear.â
Quiet murmurings rippled through the crowd. Â To Zaekura, it was nearly deafening.
âI know that I canât do something like this on my own, so Iâm asking for help from anyone whoâll listen. Â Weâve approached you because we think Bota Magnaâs natural resources would be a big help to our cause, but if anyone wants to join the fight, weâll gladly take you. Â No matter what, though, I want you all to know this: you are welcome any time. Â Even if I go back empty-handed, each and every one of you will be free to come and go from my territory as you please, and weâll fight just as hard to defend you. Â I donât need anything in return for that.â
The chattering grew louder. Â Kiina emerged from the crowd then, saying, âYou say youâll defend us? Â How do you plan to do that? Â Youâre provoking the Great Beings, fighting nonstop against an insurmountable enemy. Â That doesnât sound safe in the slightest.â
Zaekura breathed. Â âI understand your concern. Â There will absolutely be risk, I wonât deny that. Â Our current forces include several Makuta, a few hundred Rahkshi, the militia of both Xia and Mahri-Nui, and a large number of Vorox under the command of the Sand Lord. Â Several individuals have already requested to be part of a team dedicated to protecting Bota Magna, if youâll have them.â
Kiina grumbledânot a very clear response, but it was the only one she offered. Â Taipu was next to emerge, waving and calling, âHey, Zaekura! Â Did you get a chance to try out Nuparuâs invention yet?â
She smiled. Â âI was able to take a look at it and test it out. Â Thatâs one impressive machine! Â Weâre still working to reproduce and install them, but we should be using it in a matter of days. Â Thanks again, Nuparu.â
Taipu shook Nuparu, who tried to hide his grin. Â Zaekura waited while the chatter continued. Â Soon, Takua came forward, saying, âI canât speak for everyone, but...I think you make a pretty good case, Zaekura. Â The fact is, we are living in fearâI donât think thatâll change much whether we stay here or come back to the city. Â Being that close to the fight is definitely scary, so I understand why someone might prefer to stay here. Â But, a chance to change things, to make a future where we donât feel like we have to hide...that sounds pretty good too. Â If you show me a team that Iâm convinced can keep Bota Magna safe, Iâll be willing to fight alongside you.â
New energy rushed into Zaekura. Â âThank you! Â Iâll bring them out to meet with you as soon as possible!â
The Le-Koronans talked amongst themselves. Â Taipu and Nuparu came into the clearing, the former saying, âWeâre definitely coming back with you! Â This is so exciting!â
Gradually, more and more Le-Koronans followed suite. Â One of them, a Toa of Earth with weathered black and purple armor, came up to Zaekura and smiled at her.
âI can tell that you have a good heart, dear,â she said. Â âIâm a bit too attached to these woods to leave now, but I want to offer you what help I can.â
âOh, thank you very much, uhâŠâ
âThe nameâs Korgot, dear. Â Iâve become very familiar with the lay of the land here, so if youâre looking for spots to mine or to log, Iâve got a few in mind. Â Just promise me you wonât overdo it. Â The people are important, but we have to take care of the jungle itself, too.â
âKorgot. Â Yes, I promise. Â Thank you so much!â
They briefly discussed when would be a good time to send a mining team, and then Zaekura answered the questions of a few more Le-Koronans until it seemed everyoneâs decision had been made. Â She gazed over them all, ultimately turning to Charla.
âIâd say this went well.â
Charla giggled. Â âIâm inclined to agree. Â Is there anything more you wanted to add, or do we just have that final matter?â
Zaekura glanced back at Emsar, and the Vortixx came to her side. Â Turning back towards the Le-Koronans remaining behind, she said, âThereâs one last thing before we go. Â I wanted to let you know that Emsar here is venturing deeper into Bota Magna; sheâll be fine on her own, I just didnât want anyone to be surprised if they saw her.â
Takua looked up at Emsar. Â âAlright. Â Whereâs she headed, if you donât mind me asking?â
âValwahi.â
The clearing grew eerily still. Â Quietly, Takua repeated, âValwahi?â
Zaekura nodded. Â âLike I said, Iâm asking anyone whoâll listen.â
âDo you think they will? Â The Valwahans arenât exactly the most understanding bunch.â
âI have to try. Â Even if we canât become allies, maybe I can at least make peace with themâthatâd be one huge load off my plate when getting things in order once this is all over. Â Though, I could be thinking a little far ahead with that...â
âHeh...I guess a little optimism doesnât have to hurt.â Â Facing Emsar, Takua said, âGood luck, then. Â Donât hesitate to ask for help if things go wrong.â
âMuch appreciated, but you neednât worry about me,â Emsar said. Â âIâm quite prepared should events take a dire turn.â
The Le-Koronans began to scatter, as did Emsar. Â Antroz said, âEmsar. Â Please do be careful.â
She grinned back at her. Â âYou too, Makuta? Â I thought you of all people would know better. Â Your lack of faith in me is demoralizing.â
âIt is precisely because I have faith in you that Iâm letting you go alone. Â This is something that only you can do.â
Emsar paused, then turned away.  âHmhm...youâre still no fun.â  She disappeared before anything else could be said. Â
Zaekura turned back to her party, now far larger than the one she had entered with. âAlright. Â Letâs get everyone back to Xia!â
âUmâŠâ
She realized Tamaru had come up behind her. Â âWhatâs up?â
Tamaru fidgeted, eyes scanning back and forth over the dirt.  âI, uh...Iâve been giving it a lot of thought...I didnât say anything before because I hadnât really decided, but now, IâŠâ  She shut her eyes tight.  âI-I want to come with you!â
âReally? Â If you need more time to think, thatâs okay.â
Tamaru shook her head. Â âNo...I need to go before I lose my nerve. Â I mean, I am nervous, but...if I can really be myself around everyone...I guess I feel like I just have to know.â
Zaekura nodded. Â âIâll do whatever I can to help. Â Are you ready to go?â
After taking one last look back into the jungle, Tamaru nodded. Â âYeah. Â Letâs go!â
***
Hewkii raced down the field, battling for control of the ball with a Toa of Earth. Â He pulled back his kolhii stick; the Toa of Earth, expecting him to knock the ball forward, shifted his weight to block. Â Hewkii then swung his stick around, hit the ball back the way they had come, and immediately leapt back to scoop it up.
âThe Hydrukaâs Hewkii has finally wrested the ball away from Dosne! Â Heâs headed right for Kazi, and the Iconox Iron Wolvesâ goalie sure doesnât look ready for him!â
Hewkii carefully observed the Toa of Ice he needed to aim around. Â Kazi was laser-focused, but stiff in his movements. Â He could hear Dosne approachingâat the last second, he threw the ball with all the force he could muster, and it sailed just past Kazi to the cheers of the crowd.
In a special balcony high up the arenaâs wall, Ekimu laughed at the spectacle. Â âThat Hewkiiâs pretty good! Â Maybe I shouldnât kill him after all.â
Standing next to him, Ahkmou chuckled. Â He busied himself jotting down notes for an article, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Â This is the opposite of what I wanted. Â The tournament was supposed to distract these common idiots from the rebellion, but everyoneâs heard that Hewkiiâs defectedâwith him center stage, Iâm sure itâs all theyâre thinking about!
He joined Ekimuâs cheer as another ball was set into play.
Sure, no oneâs stupid enough to speak out while Lord Ekimu is right here, but thatâs ignoring the bigger picture.  This is long-term, delicate work.  If I donât think of something fast, itâs all going to go right down the drainâŠ
Hewkii leapt in to intercept Dosneâs shot. Â Swinging around, he then sent the ball flying back across the court, catching Kazi completely by surprise. Â The crowd roared.
âIncredible!â the announcer cried. Â âThe Mahri-Nui Hydruka have won by a landslide! Â Looks like theyâll be moving onto the next round, folks! Â I know I donât want to be the team unlucky enough to go up against them!â
Ekimu applauded with the crowd, but his hands steadily fell still. Â âAlright, gameâs over. Â You can come out now.â
Ahkmou looked over his shoulder, expecting to see one of the Makuta coming to join them. Â But he couldnât quite make out what he was looking at. Â The shadows in the balcony moved strangely, almost as if they had a will of their own, refusing to surrender the visitor to the light; all Ahkmou could see clearly was an organic purple face with numerous ridges over where a nose and mouth should have been. Â Confused and terrified at the sight, Ahkmou could only remain silent.
âForgive the intrusion, Lord Ekimu,â the face said. Â âWe wanted to consult with you, to clarify our orders before acting.â
Ekimu continued to watch the field as the two teams exited. Â âWho are you?â
âI am Eliminator, of Odina. Â The Keeperâs realized that the operatives sent previously failed to carry out Lord Heremusâs orders, so my partner and I have been dispatched to rectify the situation.â
âSo thatâs it. Â You want Hewkii, I take it?â
Eliminatorâs face moved, the shadows moving with it. Â âHe seemed like a good place to start...but, since you havenât intervened thus far, we suspected you had another plan.â
âI wouldnât say that. Â I just donât want the kolhii tournament interrupted. Â Once his teamâs done, take him if you want.â
Ahkmou jumped as a sudden burst of energy appeared in the space next to Eliminator. Â The energy grew into a swirling portal, and out of it stepped another being: he was tall, at least twice the height of a Matoran, clad in blue and gold armor that shone through the darkness that clung to his companion. Â Ahkmou didnât recognize the gold mask he wore, but he found his eyes more drawn to the enormous double blade he carried.
Kneeling, he said, âIf I may, Lord Ekimu. Â I think there is a much more fruitful route we can take.â
Ekimu grunted.
âOnce the tournament has concluded, we will see that Hewkii and his team remain here in Civitas Magna...and be sure that the whole planet knows it. Â I have heard that Zaekura is quite the bleeding heart, and I am certain that if she knows one of her allies is being held here, she will march in an effort to save him. Â Once we have lured her in, Eliminator and I will capture her and bring her to Lord Heremusâwhat happens to her associates will be no concern of ours then.â
âSo we bait her out. Â What was your name?â
The being grinned. Â âI am Brutaka, my lord.â
At this, Ekimu finally turned around. Â After staring at Brutaka for a few moments, he said, âI thought you sounded familiar. Â Good. Â If youâre here, then the Keeper must be done messing around.â
The crowd began to cheer as new teams took the field.
âGo ahead,â Ekimu said as he turned back to watch. Â âAs long as you donât make a move before the tournamentâs over, I couldnât care less.â
Brutaka nodded. Â âOf course, Lord Ekimu. Â If youâll excuse us.â
Another portal opened, and Brutaka disappeared into it.  Eliminator was already gone by the time Ahkmou turned to look.  Facing the field once again, the Toa thought, Odinans...and theyâre going to draw Zaekura here...how am I going to cover that up?  Can our public opinion survive something like this?  If we lose control of the peopleâŠ
âAhkmou.â
The Toa started. Â âY-Yes, my lord?â
âYouâre nervous.â
âAh...I was just shaken by such a sudden arrival. Â Iâm sorry, my lord: Iâll focus on my job.â
âGood.â
Ahkmou watched as two new teams met in the center of the field. Â If we lose control of the people...then that means I failed to do what the Great Beings asked. Â What will happen to me then?
Outside the stadium, Gaaki and Tarduk regrouped near the south entrance. Â Flipping through her notes, Gaaki said, âWell, that should be enough of a sample size. Â Any favorites among the people you asked?â
Tarduk squatted next to the wall with a sigh. Â âThe Hydruka are the talk of the town, surprise surprise. Â Remains to be seen if Ahkmou will even let us publish all this.â
âSame on my end.  A couple of die-hards for the other teams, but they hardly have enough to say to fill a feature.  A full dayâs work and weâre probably going to end up with a block under the horoscopesâŠâ
Tarduk craned his neck. Â A particularly dense section of crowd had gathered on the other side of the street, thick enough that he couldnât see exactly what had drawn them. Â He went to push his way closer, Gaaki following for lack of any other distraction, but the Ga-Matoran soon began to fall behind. Â Glancing back at her, Tarduk saw that her eyes had gone wide.
âWhatâs the matter?â Tarduk asked.
âYou mean you donâtâŠâ  She shook her head.  âEr, right, you canât see from here.  Come on!â
Gaaki dove into the crowd. Â Tarduk began to have second thoughts, but, figuring it was too late now, went in after her. Â At the epicenter was a Toa of Stone wearing a Komau, with various stone carvings laid out before him on a blanket. Â The sign behind him made the Agori stiffen: âCARVINGS FOR SALE! Â ALL PROFITS HELP NYNRAHN REFUGEES!â
âGaaki,â Tarduk said, grabbing her by the arm.
âIâm just looking,â she said, picking up a small carving.
âWith your hands?â
âYes.â
The Toa of Stone turned towards them.  âAnything youâre interested in?â Gaaki set the carving down.  âJust browsing.  This is impressive work, uhâŠâ
âOnewa.â
âOnewa...oh, you made the statue they added to District 2458âs historical center!â
âSo someone does remember! Â Maybe that commission was worth it after all.â Â He turned away for a moment to make a sale.
âWhat brings you here?â Tarduk asked.
âIâm an old friend of one of the players in the tourney. Â You know Hewkii?â
Tarduk stiffened further. Â â...Iâve heard quite a lot about him.â
âWe go way back. Â Though, I ended up not being able to get a ticket...but, at least I have a chance to sell some of this work. Â We need all the help we can get.â
Gaaki prepared to ask something. Â Tarduk tugged on her arm. Â She debated continuing anyway, but then the crowd began to quiet, and they both turned to see why. Â Their spines turned to ice at the sight of Vamprah cutting through the masses.
âAh,â Onewa said, climbing to his feet, âthat took longer than expected. Â Not the Makuta I was prepared for, either.â
Vamprah stalked forward without a word. Â Just as Onewa was about to say something more, the Makuta snatched him up in his claws and hurled him against the arena wall. Â Total stillness fell over the crowd. Â Turning to the remaining carvings, Vamprah waved one hand and unleashed a burst of Plasma, melting them in a matter of seconds. Â Then, he turned around to see Onewa slowly getting to his feet.
âHeh...you live up to your reputation,â the Toa said. Â Blood could be seen dripping from the gashes left in his armor. Â âGuess thatâs what I get for pushing my luck, huh?â
Vamprah advanced towards him again. Â Tarduk struggled to keep Gaaki still.
âBut...Iâm not gonna make it that easy for you.â Â Onewa took something in his hand, a pellet of some kind, and grinned as he crushed it. Â In the next instant, he was gone.
Vamprah froze. Â He scanned his surroundings, but saw no trace of his target. Â Giving one last look to the crowd, Vamprah unfurled his wings and took to the skies, slowly coasting towards the inner city. Â Gradually, the crowd scattered, while Gaaki just stood staring at the still-warm slag that had been beautiful carvings mere seconds ago.
âHe got out,â Tarduk said.
âYeah...this time. Â But with Vamprah hunting the Nynrahns, their chances look pretty bleak, donât they?â
Tarduk sighed. Â âWhat can we actually do, Gaaki? Â If we step out of line, weâre going to disappear just like Kodan.â
âI know!â Â Gaaki turned and rubbed her temples. Â After a bit of thought, she said, âTarduk...donât tell Ahkmou we were here to see this.â
The Agori raised an eyebrow. Â âWhy not?â
Gaaki locked eyes with him. Â âPlease, just donât. Â He canât know. Â If he does...then nobody else will.â
It took Tarduk a long time to decide on his answer.  âAlright.  But thereâs nothing else I can do to help you, Gaaki.  Terrible as things are getting, I just donât see an opening yetâŠâ
Gaaki nodded. Â They parted ways then, Tarduk heading into the stadium while Gaaki found a secluded bench to rest on. Â She glanced around, making sure no one was looking, and then pulled at the corner of her breastplate, opening it just long enough to remove a small crystal she quickly tucked into her bag.
A few witnesses are easy to dismiss. Â But if everyone sees what happened, then at the very least theyâll have to work a lot harder to lie. Â Iâll need to be careful about exactly what footage I use...but by this time tomorrow, Iâll make sure everyone can see the truth.
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Iâve been feeling kinda sick lately but hey hereâs Masamune i really hope you guys like herÂ
Saber: MasamuneÂ
Parameters:Â
Strength: B
Agility: C+
Endurance: C
Luck: A
Mana: A
NP: EX
Traits
Territory Creation EX
Skills
Sword Creation EX: It is believed that Masamune had perfected the Nie style of sword making. Her blades gleam with the utmost beauty and divinity, they all share a trait of being extremely capable against Evil aligned beings while also being empowered specifically when it is swung with truly good intention and action. When wielded by someone with ill intent or action, or when swung onto the innocent, it wonât even cut, reflecting the wishes of itâs creator. If wielded by someone who is truly good, then the sword also acts as though possessed, guiding itâs user to wield it expertly and giving even normal people the ability to defeat the evil they would swing it against.Â
Infinity: The opposite of Zero attained by swordsmen, the thought process of it goes, âIf I am victorious once, I will never be defeatedâ. In practice it is akin to the second magic focused entirely on the sword. It causes the blade to appear as though it were a whisp or a constantly shifting illusion, in reality it is constantly both passing through many casualties and cutting through them to a single point that is the blade. Essentially, this means that to fight against this technique is to fight it across infinite realities. Losing even once causes that reality to impose itself on all others.Â
To fight this technique one on one without also using it or Zero will assure your defeat, although, a great number of variables on the fight can help to defeat this technique.Â
Also, the user is able to cut space between one area and another creating a passage between the two points.Â
Noble Phantasm:Â
Densetsu no Yawarakai-teäŒèȘŹ ććć€ćŻ  (Legend of Gentle Hands)Â
Type: Anti UnitÂ
Rank: EX
Description:Â
Masamune pinpoints her sword on a future in which the opponent is cut by it, and once it is decided, it is repeated throughout the many parallel dimensions in which it was decided as well. The sword itself gains a great amount of divinity in that moment as it swings toward the opponent. Once cut, thousands upon thousands of cuts are applied all at once, only a god or one with a truly ridiculous level of the Battle Continuation Skill could hope to live through this attack and even then there would be little left.Â
Description of Servant:Â
Masamune is more of a reclusive sort. She doesnât quite enjoy large crowds of people nor does she really like showing off, however donât mistake this for any out right shyness. She cares for others quite a lot, and subscribes mostly to the tougher sort of love at times, she makes what she thinks of others known and can be quite scathing at that. Still, sheâs always happy to lend a very patient ear to anyone who might be troubled or simply need someone to talk to. Masamune of course is interested in swords and swordsmen a like, but mainly swords, she can be a bit pompous at times though, if she perceives a sword with faults that her own donât contain.Â
She canât help but love the heroic, selfless type either. In her own opinion, if you arenât fighting for good nor for a love of others, then thereâs no reason to be fighting in the first place. On that note she can forgive those who fight for themselves and their own beliefs, but sees that as a dangerously teetering scale.Â
About that Patient part also, there are only two people who can truly test her patience and thatâs Muramasa and Musashi, who she also sees as her children.Â
Interactions with Other servants.
Musashi: Chipper as always, Musash-chi? I hope you havenât been causing trouble for anyone in the kitchen, or troubling that poor hime, or troubling others at random to start fights you know you can win? Ara? Is that sweat on your brow, Musash-chi? Mhm, come here, iâll dab it right away with Musashi-Muramasa, hows that sound?
Muramasa: Agh, my most foolish student has arrived. Huh, I should repeat that? I said MY MOST FOOLISH, BULLHEADED, OLD MAN OF A STUDENT HAS ARRIVED. Ohoh, your still as funny and small as always though, thinking glaring up at me like that. Hm? Another duel? Fine, embarrassing you in front of master is a nice pass time.Â
Artoria(non altered) Servants: You there, white girl. Your weapon. Give it. Iâm no thief, I only wish to look. Hm...yes...hmm...You europeans do enjoy your large weaponry, although, I can understand the need. This weapon however...it was cut from something quiteâŠ.hm. Iâll give it back now, thank you for indulging me.Â
Artoria(Altered) Servants: You, white girl, your weapon. Drop it. Canât you feel the energy coming off of it? Its like a dog biting at the air waiting for a hand to come close enough. Eugh. I canât be near you, these energiesâŠ.disgustingâŠ
Oda Nobunaga(Avenger): ...My student, I am troubled by something. Oda Nobunagaâs sword...whenever I am near them I feel the urge to tell them...that thing is trash. Anyone can see it plainly, its like a decoration in a room meant to start conversation. But. They seem to love it so much...urgh...student, you tell them. I canât stand to watch this any longer.
Emiya Archer: Eh? Muramasa? You cook? You never cooked for me, tch, useless student. Oh no, donât pretend to not know me. Well, since you apparently have taken up a knife than a hammer, I expect you to make your mother and teacher a lovely meal for all her efforts. No complaining, hop to it. (Clap Clap)Â
Emiya Alter: Urgh, Muramasa, to think youâd let your emotions get the better of you. No, donât say anything, Iâll kill you right here right now. I could not call myself your teacher if I did not. Come, my student, show me your still in there...
Scathach: âŠ.Oh, were you looking for me student? Ah, sorry. I have recently found myself spending time with the Queen of the shadow lands, particularly in having her teach me the methods on how to create her famous Gae Bolg. Although, I always instinctively mold them into blades. We did have fun using them on each other afterwards though. Hmhm~Â
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Time to Unwind- Baxter x Alastor Fluff Story
The fish was busy working in the laboratory, slaving over his projects and studies. Working at his desk on reading a book on the âChemistry of Poisonsâ, usually one of his favorite topics to look into⊠He was losing his focus slowly, but surely. He didnât know what had gotten into him. He was nearly falling asleep, and it wasnât even that late! Baxter was rubbing his eyes and adjusting his goggles. He attempted to read on, but couldnât bring himself to do it. He felt off, unfocused. He took his glasses off and rested his head on the large book, using it almost like a pillow, his brain was so terribly scattered, he had to clear his head somehow. Baxter decided to put his work aside for a small while. And read for pleasure instead. He picked up the book heâd been working on, and sat on his blue velvet loveseat, spreading out on it, and laying down with a sigh.
Meanwhile, Alastor was rather bored, nothing to do. Most of the misfits had gone to bed, as he had no need for it, he didnât sleep often. He knew he couldnât mess with and or scare anyone or the princess would be dissatisfied, and he wasnât in a place where he needed to hunt out in the woods for food. So he ended up teleporting to the laboratory with a snap of his fingers, to check on the fish that he knew fairly well. When he had nothing better to do he liked to tamper with his scientific sets up to see if he can eat any of his specimens. He would often be chewed out by the little fish, he just found it humorous. But when he did end up feeling nice, or to get himself out of the dog-house with Baxter, he would go around fetching him little dead things. Like mice, rats, and birds. Baxter wasnât disgusted, he instead used them as specimens, they seemed to make him happy. Those were the specimens Alastor never ate. Nevertheless, he checked the fishâs bedroom first, no sign of him. Alastor opened the door back into the lab and saw Baxter, his little light on, reading a book. The freckles on his cheeks let off a dim glow along with the other bioluminescent markings on his small frame. Alastorâs already large smile widened unintentionally, and the tall demon skunk in the shadows making his way behind the little loveseat.
Baxter continued on reading, using his esca as a reading light. It was rather convenient this way. His goggles slid down his small bump of a nose. And continued on. Alastor slid up behind the small fishâs head, behind his slicked back greasy hair. He turned a few more pages, Alastor reading over his shoulder. Alastor couldnât help it anymore so he softly said, as not to frighten him too terribly much.
âHello Doctor~â He said in almost a sing-song tone.
Baxter jumped, and being the skittish thing he was he threw the book in the air and rolled off of the small couch with a yelp. Alastor seemed satisfied, and let out a small chuckle. Catching the book he was reading in mid-air with a single snap.
âA-Alastor! I told you to knock. Or announce yourself for that matterâŠâŠâ He was embarrassed. He stood up, dusted himself off and sat back down, now taking up less than half the seat because of his size.
âI apologize for startling you Baxter, Hmhm~ Would never do it intentionallyâŠâ He smirked as he said this. The Radio Demon grabbed the book Baxter had thrown and set it in the small fishâs lap. He looked at it and the said
âItâs alright, ErmâŠ. why did you come down here anyways? Did you need something?â He asked.
â No no, just passing through to check in. Nothing more.â Responded the deer fellow.
âWell, In that caseâŠ. Iâll be back to my book.â Said Baxter continuing with his reading, expecting The Radio Demon to leave. But Alastor didnât leave, nor did he have the intent of leaving. He sat down by the fish, he sat there, completely entranced by his little light on the end of Baxterâs lure. It bobbed up and down as the scientist read. Alastor watched it so intently, his large red eyes went a bit static. The even made the staticy noises. Baxter tried to pay it no mind, but he was staring blankly at him. He thought it was extremely odd. He returned to his reading, trying to dismiss it.
He was able to do so, until he felt his lure move slightly. He looked up from the page he was reading, to see Alastorâs hand, poking his light. The fish froze. The teal spots on his face lit up brightly, his eyes were wide, and his light turned pink. Alastor looked at it with a quizzical look in his eyes now in place of the blank stare.
âItâsâŠ. Rather beautifulâŠ. It can change color?â His ears were positioned high on his head, showing his interest. Baxter remained still, and managed to stutter out.
âWh-Why YesâŠ. It⊠CanâŠ.â The fish was visibly nervous, but Alastor was too occupied by his light to notice.
âWellâŠ. What does pink mean? Iâm rather curious nowâŠâ He questioned. The fish began to sweat a little, he happened to know the meaning of the mood ring attached to his lure. The light went brighter pink, and so did his cheeks. Alastor went giddy at this, and let out a little deer squeak of excitement. Baxter was surprised to hear this out of the âFormidable Radio Demonâ even if he was part deer. His surprise just made the lights on his face and lure brighter and more vibrant. They were not helping his cause...
âThere it went again! It got even more rosy!â The tall demon gently poked and prodded the significantly smaller demonâs bright pink esca for a small while, the tiny fish powerless to stop him.
âHm, I wonderâŠ.â Alastor muttered quietly. Baxterâs eyes widened, before he could even utter the word âNo.â The Radio Demon started to rub and caress his little light, masking itâs glow in his large gloves hands, his smile wide. Baxter felt himself relax, without him wanting to. His body went from tense, to relaxed just like that, his expression changed to a softer one of enjoyment. Alastor noticed the tension in the fish disappeared, and smiled even wider, rubbing gently, seeing into the light which showed very well the scientistâs mixed emotions, in pinks, reds and purples.
Alastorâs eyes lit up, he found them so pretty, putting off a bright glow in the dark laboratory. Baxter couldnât resist him, and the deer knew it. Baxter wasnât in control of his own actions, he was unsure, but not opposed to the treatment he was getting. Alastor looked Baxter up and down, he seemed content with what he was doing, then he looked to his little webbed fish fins on the sides of his head. Baxterâs fins were perked all the way up, and they twitched, just a little. Since Alastor had been so curious about the fish, why not test just one last theory?
Alastor let up on the Anglerâs light, giving him just a moment to recover, his light shifting to a hue between his normal yellow, and that pinky color from before. He breathed more heavily than usual. He was nervous. He met eyes with Alastor.
âA-Alastor⊠What was that all abou-â The Radio Demon cut him off. Alastor reaches for Baxterâs fish ears. Starting slowly, scratching right behind it. Baxter yelped, startled by his sudden motion. The fishâs reaction was priceless to him, he was surprised at first, but it melted into satisfaction. The little demon loved it so. Those cheeks with the little glowing aqua diamonds on his face, his glasses were crooked, but his expression was pure joy. Alastor hadnât ever seen the scientist like this. He was always so uptight, stressed, and focused. It was a treat to see him so relaxed.
Baxter liked this. He couldnât place his finger on why. It was. Like he was getting attention he had never felt before, like heâd been noticed by someone who enjoyed his company. He finally gave into his feelings and responded to his urges. He rubbed his cheek on the hand stroking him, encouraging him to go on, too happy for words.
Alastor was rather surprised by this response. But he obeyed Baxterâs silent request. Smiling, his little plan had worked. He sat there rubbing the fishâs soft little face, and then, Baxter did something to make Alastors entire afterlife spin.
He curled up quietly, and began vibrating. Alastor could feel it, and he recoiled. Slightly startled as he had never done this before, the fish hadnât ever vibrated. He had a disturbed look on his face, and his ears sunk. So many thoughts ran through his head all at one time,
Is he alright?! Is he broken!? Did I break him!? Oh Dear Satan what have I done!?
Baxter looked confused and slightly disappointed.
âW-What was that? Baxter what did you. What did you just do?â Alastor asked.
âWhat? Was I doing something?! Did I do something?â He asked frantically.
Alastor took a moment, and processed what had happened in his little âtest.â Then it hit him. He understood what it was then. Baxter has no time to react or protest. Because Alastor went right back to gently caressing the spot, that large smile still widening. Baxter was ill-prepared yet again, but went back to his curled up state. Purring gently enjoying the special treatment.
Alastor got into a rhythm. He rubbed for what he felt was an eternity, an adorable lovely eternity. He had even scooted closer to Baxter, feeling his gentle vibrations on his side. The small fish lad even got enough confidence to snuggle up closer to the giant deer.
After a few minutes more the purring, over time just transferred to soft steady breathing, and as for The Radio Demon, he had been lulled to sleep, his monocle has slipped down on his face, and so had the scientistâs glasses. Alastor fell asleep, happy where he was, he didnât know why but it felt right. So he slept, next to his dear Baxter making soft deer noises and little snores.
Follow~up: Angel knocked on the lab door, checking to see if the fish was awake. He wags going to set up speakers in Baxyâs room. And crank âMy Heart Will Go Onâ as loud as he could. Just to piss him off. Thatâd be a hilarious wake-up-call. He walked in, and saw Baxter and Alastor cuddled up on the blue velvet couch. He nearly verbally said âAweeee!â but he restrained himself. He snapped a picture with his phone, chuckled at it. And left. Closing the door and taking his brand new blackmail with him~
((WOOHOO! IâM FINISHED AND I ENJOYED IT!
Thank you to....
@zoophobiapika, @evilassumptions, and @zpheadcanons ! For giving me headcanons and ideas to base this off of! Couldnât have done it without them!
And to
@upppwego, and the lovely @ellen-jello for keeping me motivated and being so openly excited about it!
I hope everyone liked this. And please leave a comment if I should do more! Farewell my fellow Demons, Sluts, Sinners and Hazbins. Iâm out! <3))
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[ficlet] #1 Frontier Medicine (Jack/Julian)
So going off this post I decided to go ahead and do this for the next drabble/ficlet series (30 days of Jack is technically done so a focus shift though I will add on there when I have more ideas in that universe).
Check the tag "the new jj frontier" for all of these and stay tuned!
Summary: Jack and Julian grew up together in the Institute, fell in love, and got married. As part of an experimental program Julian [a success story!] was allowed to join Starfleet and was assigned as CMO of Deep Space Nine as a test run along with his husband Jack (who's still struggling to find his place). This is their story.
Pairing: Jack/Julian though there will be G/B/J in some fashion later
Warnings: None yetÂ
Series Notes: In addition to retelling the series, I also wanted to explore Jack and Julian's relationship as it changes. I like seeing how old expectations and habits can grow stronger through change and conflict. Jack in this story does still have a lot more issues than Julian, and I wanted to explore Jack coming into his own more as an individual instead of just the "Julian's husband"/dependent role where he starts (this is also something I think that Kira is sensitive too so if you wonder about her behavior towards the end of this, I hope that explains it.) I hope everyone will join me on this ride, and I look forward to it!
âJust breathe, Jackie,â Julian whispers at Augment level, putting a hand on his shoulder, and Jack nearly drops the PADD as he stuffs it under his armpit and signs that he is breathing. Right next to him the woman, the trill, Jadzia Dax shoots him a reassuring smile. Jack likes her. Julian likes her- though Julian likes her in a very Julian way which is something else entirely. Jack is sure she doesnât like either of them that same way [as Lauren would say] which he doesnât understand because from everything heâs observed, his husband is quite Quantifiably a catch but⊠but Jack, they say is crazy (more of a joke now than it used to be) so what does he know?
He knows that he needs to speak when he can manage it for the translators, according to Dr. Loews, at least until the Federation Computer systems are fully functional to provide the necessary support. Jadzia understands him when he signs (which is a relief) but he knows that the sooner he becomes accustomed to conversing, the less anxious heâll feel when doing it. He had a lot of practice the few days each week he and Julian were allowed to attend Starfleet Academy (with Julian an Experiment in the medical program and Jack his shadow in classes and tutor for those who needed extra help) so heâs⊠reasonably sure he can do this.
âThank you!â he exclaims with a smile and a dip of his head and he can tell that Julian wants to ask her to coffee later but is far too worried about him so⊠Best Smile at her, hand over Julianâs, squeeze, step back and⊠ah⊠the Station is large, he realizes, bright, the hum starting to catch his attention but⊠he can push it to the back, pushing to the back, arms crossed equalling armor that blocks it out, biting his finger, small endorphin rush, right, better better. âCan Julian repay you with a coffee? For⊠for being nice, for being a wonderful host to both of us for the trip mmhm.â
Jack doesnât know whatâs so funny about that but Julianâs face Absolutely beams when she laughs and says yes and itâs probably pointless but⊠Julian has fun and Jack loves seeing that smile.
âReady?â He asks with a bounce to his step as the Bajoran woman Kira explains that sheâll be showing them around the station. Jack has his PADD at the ready, set to take notes, dismayed but not surprised to see the Station's in disarray because this was part of the briefing and he Augment Whispers to Julian under his breath as he amends his existing notes, takes more, seeing Julian frown with his Serious face.
The Station is also cold even with the warm green sweater, Julian always warm not paying it any mind, as they survey the damaged Infirmary. Hmm lot of Work but theyâll be up for it and Officially Jack canât help but Unofficially he and Julian have always been each others' Support so⊠they can work with this. Major Kira explains about the looters which makes Jackâs ears perk up even as Julian tells her that theyâre both just exceptionally grateful for the chance that Starfleet has given them and theyâll be doing their best to work together and support everyone who needs their help.
âOnly a numbness registered the shock of finding out how much had gone of life⊠Scorched Earth,â Jack murmurs as he notes the supplies that theyâll need, taking a moment to breathe as the crunch of glass underneath his boots unsettles him. He sees the Major watching him so he tries to offer a smile because thatâs what he learned at the Academy but she⊠doesnât react any more favorably so he drops that in favor of a rushed explanation of the old Earth military term until Julian coughs so he knows he's rambling, so he stops with a mumbled âsorryâ.
âThatâs the Cardassians for you,â Major Kira says bitterly after a moment. âThey canât stand the idea that theyâre leaving us with anything. They hate that they never broke us.â
âAgain, I hope youâll offer our deepest thanks to your leaders,â Julian interrupts as Jack determines that he needs to get more Information because he doesnât know enough about Cardassians. âWeâre⊠honored to be here I⊠I donât know how much was explained about us but in the Federation our opportunities are rather limited because of our enhancements and no one else wanted to take a chance with us so-â
âDoctor Bashir, I donât care if the two of and your husband grow wings and fly. We Bajorans donât have the same luxury that the Federation does to discriminate when people want to help.â
âHmhm lots of work to be done but but it will get done, get running, does anyone need immediate attention?â Jack asks (very proud of himself for not pointing out the obvious hindrance that wings would pose in such a space, vestigial or otherwise) keeping track of the List the lists all in his head much more efficiently organized and flowing than the PADD but the PADD sets people at ease and the notes are good cues. Major Kira nods efficiently while she tells Julian that Nurse Jabara can help catch them up to speed and at the Academy heâs always been Julianâs shadow but- Words Jack, you can do this.
âCan you tell me more?â Jack asks suddenly rushing on. âOf course I read the files but files arenât everything and they didnât have much on the Cardassians, nothing really, theyâre a blank in my file a lot of blanks, gaps hm.â
âIâm afraid I have a lot of work to do.â
âI can help I can listen I can-â He looks at Julian whoâs motioning for him to drop it so he nods, crossing his arms. âRight right, no impositions. Thank you thank you mmhm.â Nod, smile, good good.
Jack isnât quite sure why Major Kira gives Julian an odd look during that exchange, but she decides that she could use an extra set of hands with the cleanup after all. Julian reminds him gently only to listen which of course he knows but he supposes it doesnât hurt to have the reminder because he might overtalk otherwise or rant unnecessarily and again, Major Kira has another one of those expressions.
She tells him as they leave Julian to meet with the medical team that he can talk as much as he likes.
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âExorcistâ Is A Strong Word
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5:31 AM was not a nice hour to be up and about for Vinn Ingram, but there simply was no other choice. Sure, the cold winds that blow through Mint Hill Street were a very convincing argument to buy a scarf the moment today was over, the uphill walk made paying a taxi very, very attractive even though it was a short walk, and the deadly combination of both made our new Exorcist miss his bed sheets with the agony of a lover who left his sweetheart behind to go to the war, but alas, this was a necessary evil if he ever was to see his workplace at all. At the Seventh Office of the Mythic Affairs Bureau, work hours begin at 7:00 AM, which is a whole one hour and twenty nine minutes our daring star couldâve spent tucked in bed dreaming about sunshine and puppies, but if the last two days were any indication, this was a bad idea, and that bad idea has a name: Bastian Ashfield, his partner.
âMother fu... Arc damned cold wind... Uphill walk in the middle of... This better be worth it...â muttered the displeased Vinn to himself, making his walk under the purple early morning skies. Two days ago, Bastian raided his apartment and snatched him away to a sudden necromancy case, and yesterday, Bastian once more got him by the cuffs and got him working with a truant demon after an exorcism. These last two days, heâd been roped into all this work without being able to even see his office or meet his other colleagues. For a top scorer like Vinn, this was like a rusty, jagged spoon to the heart, as it was vastly unprofessional from him to not even greet his other seniors at the office just because this hydromancing asshole of a tyrant decided to start paying him house visits. Well, no more! Today, Vinn left far earlier than he was supposed to, as he wasnât gonna risk a third day of impromptu plate-juggling. Maybe now, finally, he was gonna be able to do things right.
But Arc damn the wind is cold.
âI should almost be... Oh! That over there is the office, isnât it?â. Vinn perked up and broke into a calm jog, and indeed it was. A four story building, solid and made of brick, with a large sign that read the â7th Officeâ in bold black letters. It didnât indicate what it was the office of, just that it was the 7th. Magic and the supernatural is a well kept secret, after all, so whoever stumbled in there by accident would just be told a lie about this being a real estate firm or maybe an engineering firm. At long last, Vinn was going to be able to meet people that hopefully werenât condescending jerks!
As Vinn approached the building, the door swung open, and what strode out froze Vinn in his tracks. A very tall woman, at least two heads taller than Vinn, with long dark green hair and a somewhat dark complexion, but the prodigious height and the curious colors of the dame werenât what paralyzed Vinn, it was the long, curved, thick black horns that protruded from her head that did, peeking through holes in her large brimmed hat.Â
âHm? Hey there, I havenât seen you around beforeâ the mountain spoke. âFor consultations and filing reports, head to the left desk, and for general questions, the help desk is on the right. Weâll help you in however way we can.â
â...Oh!â finally reacted Vinn, taking his eyes off the horns, hoping he didnât offend. âOh, thank you, but I work here, actually, itâs good to meet you, I started two days ago, my name is Vinn Ingram.â Upon hearing this, the woman brought a hand to her mouth in surprise, and immediately smiled gracefully, lifting her hat just slightly so she could take a better look at him with her piercing crimson eyes.
âAh! Youâre one of the graduates! How silly of me, my apologies, I assumed you were a new client. I havenât seen you around, but, well, I suppose the same can be said for others, hmhm. Well met, Vinn Ingram.â -- the woman bowed with dignity and poise found only on professionals --Â âI am Fatima Allanach, Exorcist here at the Seventh. Have been for years now. A pleasure to meet you. I would love to chat with you more, but I need to go out for something rather pressing right now. Which division are you on? Iâd love to drop by later to properly meet you when time isnât a pressing concern.â
âOh, no no, donât let me hold you back, the pleasure is all mine!â hastily replied the novice. âIâm in the 3rd Division.â
âThe 3rd... Thatâs... I see, so you must be an intel support, then? Well, have fun with Nicholas, heâs kind of a stick in the mud before 9:30, but heâs very good at what he does. Youâll learn much. Well, farewell, until later.â
With a graceful half-bow and a smile, the large woman in the trench coat walked away, her horns disappearing from sight as soon as she headed to the streets. Canât be seen with those by civilians, after all. Vinn couldnât help but wonder what she meant by âintel supportâ. He was very much a fully fledged Exorcist, and his partner was Bastian, not some âNicholasâ. Well, whatever, he thought, maybe she was just confused and in a hurry. Theyâd meet later, so no biggie.
Finally at the 3rd floor, Vinn looked up which office was the 3rd Divisionâs in his briefing e-mail. It was more than a bit daunting when his worst suspicions were confirmed and that large, imposing cast iron door was, indeed, his office. With someone like Bastian on their payroll, however, the iron door made complete sense, unfortunately. âWell, whatever, letâs get to it.â
The already small room behind the iron door was made even smaller by the sheer amount of chaos within. Paperwork everywhere, pizza boxes, the scent of coffee and mana leftovers mixing into what can only be described as a terrorist attack on the senses, and one very bitter-looking blonde man sitting at the very end of the room, surrounded by cabinets, coffee mugs, and his computer, mashing away at that keyboard like it owed him money.Â
âUh, he--â
âAnd why the hell are you here this early again, Bastian! Can I just not have my own little world of-- Huh?â
âUm.â
âOh.â
The red haired man and the blonde bitterness extract given a human form looked at each other awkwardly for a second, before the latter finally threw a brick and smashed the silence. â...Who, who the hell ar-- Who might you be? This is the 3rd Division, I think you got the wrong door, pal.â
âUh, hey there, no, I work here. Effective as of two days ago, but itâs my first time showing up due to... Exceptional reasons, I guess. Iâm Vinn Ingram, assigned here as of August 4th, a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?â
âNo Vinn works here, dude, just go to your office.â
âUm, sir? I do work here, it says as much in this e-mail, Iâve been working for two days now on field.âÂ
âNo you donât.â
âSir...â
âDude, come on, I know everyone in this office and-- Hold that phone, what did you say your name was again?â
âV-Vinn Ingram, partner of--â
Whatever came after his last name fell upon deaf ears and was drowned by the loud tik and tak of the keyboardâs cry for help as the blonde manâs fingers struck it with surgical precision. A few seconds of awkward keyboard sounds later, the manâs face seemed to be right out of the cover of a cheap gas station horror novel. âBastianâs partner? That Vinn?â
âThatâd be me, yeah.â
âWhat the fuck, you havenât quit yet?â
âE-excuse me?â
    Of incense, ink stains, and the murky menace lurking beneath it all:                     â Chapter 3: Neon War Paint â
âOh, um, ahem, h-hey, welcome, Vinn, welcome! I just, mm, never really expected anyone partnered with Bastian to last more than one assignment with him. Or less than one, really. I hope youâll understand, heâs kind of, mm, not a very nice person.â
âOh, trust me, I could gather that much. But yeah, Iâm here, alive and willing still, somehow.â
Molotov cocktails burst green with envy at the explosive laughter the man by the computer just showcased with peerless cacklesmanship. âBy the Arc, man, you really went and... Iâm Nicholas Dunbar, Seventh Office 3rd Division information agent, assistant, and secretary, an actual honor to meet anyone who somehow survived Bastian.â
Vinn could only sigh, half laughing and half crying internally. âVinn Ingram, once again, now assigned to this office as that oafâs partner, the pleasure is mine. So, um, Nicholas, is Bastian just... Like that? In general?â
âHe very much is like that in general.â replied the intel agent as he prepared some coffee on the worn, jury rigged coffee maker that had what was very clearly a band aid somewhere on its base. âSee, the thing is, youâre the fourth partner thatâs been assigned to him, and the only to survive the ordeal without quitting the job or requesting a transfer after... Well, not after, during the first day.â
âAnd I can see why. Iâm here this early because he kept going to my place and roping me into more stuff, telling me he has to test me on this and test me on that, what a prick.â Vinn recounted as he tried to navigate this disaster room of pizza boxes and stray paperwork, making a futile attempt to find his desk.
âYeah, youâre actually the only one Iâve met, haha. I kinda just assumed youâd be roadkill as well, no offense. You arenât the top scorer of the Mythic Law Enforcement Academy for nothing, after all. Man, Bastian is real good at this job, one of the best, I dare say, but his people skills just havenât been the same anymore...â
This last statement perked the novice Exorcist. âMm? What do you mean with âanymoreâ?â The inquiry clearly changed something in the atmosphere, as Nicholas simply looked down and then at the coffee maker, gripping it by the handle and serving two piping hot mugfuls of coffee, offering one to Vinn.
âI canât really tell you, man. I hope you understand. Itâs kinda personal to him, and Iâm not about the snitch life.â
âAh, no no, sorry, didnât mean to put you in the spot. Thanks for the coffee.â
âSay, since youâre here early, I might as well tour you through the Seventh, what do you say? Introduce you to the people, show you where stuff is, the works.â offered the intel agent, sipping his coffee, his voice certainly softer than before. This wasnât an offer Vinn was going to turn down.
âIâd very much like that!â
                             ââ-
The Seventh was a sturdy, spacious building. That cramped little hellroom that was the 3rd Division was not indicative of just how impressive and accommodating the rest of it was. Air conditioning, ample hallways, and effective use of space made it easy to navigate through and easy to fit all the relevant facilities. It certainly was a whole different beast from the antiquated brick fortress that it seemed to be from the outside. Nicholas and Vinn made small talk as they passed by the various other offices, most of them empty due to how early it was, heading to the Infirmary in the first floor.
âThe Infirmary is open practically all the time, and itâs the first place you go to after an assignment, and the last place you go to before clocking out and leaving for the day.â Nicholas explained as he ringed the bell. âCordiality is nice, but it doesnât mean much in general in the Seventh, since we are all about getting the job done first and foremost. However, if thereâs anyone you gotta be good with, thatâs the Infirmary crew, because these people keep us alive. I think youâll agree with me when I say youâd rather be on good terms with the people in charge of keeping you alive, yeah?â
âHah, no argument there. I planned to come here first thing after finding the 3rd Division.â Vinn replied, adjusting his vest as Nicholas opened the door. âHold on, donât we have to wait for them to give us the ok?â
âI mean, by protocol, yeah, but as long as you ring the bell, Aria doesnât really mind if you come in, Mister Stiff.â laughed the intel agent. âCanât blame ya, though. You are the top scorer of this yearâs promotion, so I assumed youâd be kinda stiff, but man, trust me, real work is a lot more... Earthly, if you will. Donât take all those regulations and strict protocols to heart. As long as you do your job, no one minds.â
Vinn shrugged his shoulders as if saying âI guessâ, which only prompted another chuckle from Nicholas. Inside the Infirmary, a woman with two large white wings and a long lab coat checked a clipboard and wrote on a little notebook propped on a desk. âHey, morninâ, doc!â greeted Nicholas, prompting her to turn around with a pleasant smile and kind eyes.
âHey, Nick, good day! Hm? Whoâs the kid?â the doctor enthusiastically replied as she set down her clipboard. âOh, one of the fresh meat, huh? Hey, Iâm the patch up artist around these parts, nameâs Aria, a pleasure.â
âThe pleasure is all mine, Miss Aria, Iâm Vinn Ingram, âfresh meatâ at the 3rd Division. Weâll be seeing each other.â
âOh, so you are a new intel agent? Youâre lucky, Nick is awesome at his job, just, be sure not to catch him before 9:30, heâs kinda--â
âOh no no, heâs not mine, Aria.â interrupted Nicholas, a wry grin plastered on his face. âTake a wild freakinâ guess who he is partnered with.â
Aria tilted her head in confusion, looked at him real good, the olâ tip to toe scan with the eyes, and she realized, given his build, that he was no pen pusher. Those strong limbs were for working out in the field. âWait, Bastianâs!? No way, but itâs the 6th! Any partner of his should have transferred already! Holy moly, you are some next level shit, arenât you?â
Nicholas laughed out loud while Vinn simply sighed and pinched his nose. âYeah, I guess I am fecal matter of the next degree. Man, he really is infamous for this, isnât he?â The two of them laughed, but before Aria replied, she caught the Nicholasâ eyes, insolence brewing behind them.
âOh... You wanna do that, huh...? Ok... Hey, Vinn, I applaud your manners for not pointing out my wings.â said Aria. âPeople usually get impressed by them and sometimes, it get uncomfortable, so hey, nice. But, at the same time, I canât help but be a bit disappointed, since I am proud of them, as an Angel and all.â
Those last words perked Vinn up. âAn Angel, you say...?â
âYup! Ainât the Seventh impressive? We practically have a demon in Bastian, so we make up for that with an actual Angel in our Infirmary. Not something many offices can claim, yeah?â
Itâs true that those impressive, white feathered wings were the definition of majestic in any dictionary you could find, but Vinn didnât seem impressed at all. âSheâs not an Angel, though.â he declared.
âOh?â Aria smirked. âI am, though. What proof do you have that I am not an Angel? Are you saying these wings are fake?â
âItâs true that you have not moved your wings at all, so they could be a prop, but no, they are the real deal. However, âwingsâ does not equate to âAngelâ. No offense intended, but the palms of your hands are very rugged, and your musculature in general suggests heavy physical work, instead of the more magically inclined personality of Angels. Speaking of your hands, you did a pretty good job trimming them, but I can tell those talons grow up to be very strong, sharp, and destructive. Youâre not an Angel, Miss Aria, youâre a Harpy.â
The rapid fire analysis left both Nicholas and Aria dumbfounded for all of five silent seconds before they both broke into laughter. âOh, wow! This kid is the real shit, ainât he? Damn, when was the last time, anyone saw through this little prank, Nicholas?â
âWasnât it Fatima many years ago? Haha, damn, anyways, that was impressive, Iâd expect no less from top scorer of this yearâs promotion. Nice job, Vinn.â
The young man was getting a bit flustered with all this praise and attention, but thankfully, before he had to say anything, the bell rang again, and the door swung open, a tall, muscular, blonde man wearing sunglasses walking in shortly after.
âHeyo, doc, Iâm sorry I didnât come before, I came tâ greet ya! Nameâs... Oh, Ingram?â
â...Hold on, youâre Daryl. Hello.â
âOh, you two know each other?â Nicholas inquired, resting against a nearby counter top.
âYeah!â the large blonde lad replied. âWe both graduated this year. Ingramâs the top of the class, so I remember him. Didnât know ya were here, dude.â
âLikewise. I wouldnât have expected to meet you so soon after graduation. Good to see you. Which division are you on?â Vinn cordially conversed.Â
â2nd, the boss woman told me to go greet people already, got kinda mad that I hadnât yet, so here I am. Heyo doc, and heyo other dude I donât know, hereâs to some good ass work and all that.â
âNicholas, good to meet you, though I am just the tech dude at the 3rd, itâs this lady you oughta pay your respects to. Sheâs a nice Angel doctor thatâll keep you in this world, no matter how banged up you get.â the intel agent explained, a chuckle already charging up behind his lips.
âWait, an Angel!?â yelled the shocked Daryl.
âOh, donât say that so loud, I get kinda conscious... But yes, I am Doctor Aria, pleased to meet you. I hope youâll trust my--!â
In a move that shut everyone in the room, Daryl approached Aria and outright kissed her, holding her chin up to better feel her tongue with his. When it was all said and done, Daryl simply took a contemplative hand to his chin. âYa ainât no Angel. Youâre a Harpy. See, Angels have soft tongues, and kissing them feels like warm honey bathinâ yer tongue, an indescribable feelinâ, really. But yer tongue was thick, rough, and strong. It wasnât warm honey, it was more like a powerful adversary, a tongue to remember, âcause it ainât easy. I like Harpy kisses far more than Angel kisses, thereâs that roughness to them that makes them--â
The sound of her palm meeting his face echoed in the Infirmary.
âHow dare you...!?â the doctor exclaimed, slapping him across the face.
ïżœïżœïżœOoph, yeah, see, Angels donât slap like that, thatâs a Harpyâs strong hand, alriOOPH.â
âWhat the fuck are you doing, dumbaaaaaaass?!â
The sound of his spine singing a melody of pain and regret echoed in the infirmary as his body was lifted off the ground by a single righteous uppercut.
âYep, just on time, if youâre in the 2nd, then your partner is...â
âW-woah what the hell!?â
With just a single punch, the large blonde man was downed. Behind him, a brawny, tough-looking woman stood with the River Styx in her eyes, shooting ballistic missiles at the battered young man with her glare.
âI take my eyes off you for one second and youâre already doing dumb shit again! I am so sorry, Aria, this oneâs on me, Iâll buy you all your drinks next time we go out drinking, ok? Please forgive this good for nothing piece of shit!â the big woman apologized as she stomped on the downed idiot.
âF-Fiona, donât worry about it! Itâs fine, itâs fine, donât kill him in the Infirmary, please, thatâs a lot of paperwork to deal with!â
Lifting him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the imposing woman desperately apologized. âIâll educate this dipshit, even if it kills me, or if it kills him! Iâll go now, see y...ou? Hey, whoâs this kid, Nick? New techie for the the 3rd?â
âNaw, heâs Bastianâs.â
âCut the bullshit.â
âI am not dumb enough to lie to you, Fi.â
Fionaâs eyes widened. âYouâre legit his partner? Woah, some big fat balls of brass, you must have! Well, kid, introductions will have to wait âtill later, I have a shithead to lecture. Try not to get killed. Letâs go, you imbecile.â
âM-my spine... Let me get it checked first...â begged Daryl like a beefy, floppy sack of wounded potatoes with all the dignity of a headless chicken.
âOh, sleep it off, ya wuss, letâs go.â
As fast as she came, this tornado of a woman left, leaving Vinn speechless. âIs she... Is she always like that? Who was that? Did that really just happen?â
âThatâs Fiona, and yeah, thatâs her modus operandi. Leaving the door open is also part of her, but sheâs a lovable tower of muscle and alcohol.â explained the doctor, going back to her clipboard. âBe a dear and close it, will you?â
As Vinn approached the door left open by the human cyclone, he spotted her outside, still carrying Daryl, being lecture by a tall, thin man who had an aura of authority and resignation to him. Before him, however, Fiona couldnât stop bowing apologetically.
âWell, thatâs our Fiona, 2nd Division Exorcist. Watch in awe as she is lectured by the Chief because her cropped tank top, âperfumeâ that smells like 6 AM tequila, and habit of carrying coworkers like veggies at market spit in the soup of Officewear Regulations. Heh, this is a daily show by now.â Nicholas elaborated, as if watching a movie while eating pop corn. âYou know about Oni, Vinn?â
âOh! Sheâs an oni? That explains the strength and the pungent stench of alcohol.â
âNope, sheâs married to one, and heâs helping her with her drinking habits.â
â...Classy. So, thatâs the Chief, huh? Iâd better go say hi to him now.â
âWoah there, buddy, Iâd suggest not. Heâs lecturing her right now, but heâs a very busy man, especially in the mornings. Leave him for the afternoon.â
âIs he a hardass or something?â
âNot... Quite, just trust me on this one. Letâs go back to our office, Dani should be here by now.â
âIf you say so. Bye, Miss Aria, have a good day.â
âMmhm. Have a good one, you two, I hope you survive, Vinn.â the doctor expressed with no ill will whatsoever, waving a friendly hand goodbye.
                            ââ-
The more one looked at the office, the more it seemed that the door frame was a portal to a different dimension. How could this pigsty possibly be in the same physical plane, let alone building, than the neat everything else? There was a difference now, however: A lone girl sat by another desk.
âItâs weird not seeing you here first thing in the morning, Nick. I was wondering where you went.â she greeted.
âYeah, was just showing the newbie around. Lookinâ good, Dani.â Nicholas chimed back with Vinn on tow, who politely nodded as if to greet her.
âOh? New tech g--â
âBastianâs partner...â Vinn clarified for what felt like the tenth time this morning.
âWhat!? Bast--â
âPlease.â Vinn begged for what felt like the tenth time this morning. It was getting tedious.
âOh, pfff, yeah, I guess youâve already gotten your fair share of dumbfounded responses. Sorry about that! Iâm Danielle, just call me Dani, though.â the girl responded before moving away from her desk without standing up, traversing through the pizza boxes and paperwork in a motorized wheelchair, controlled by a little controller on the right hand rest. Of note, her left hand and leg were prosthetic. Accompanied with the soft sound of her wheelchairâs motorâs vibration, Dani approached Vinn and offered her right hand, which he shook. âIâm the communications expert here, and since youâll be working with us now, youâll need one of these.â Her prosthetic hand held a firm grip on the bag while her regular hand rummaged in it, the sounds of junk and crumpling plastic raising many questions as to what was actually inside the otherwise trendy looking little bag. With an expression of eureka, she seemed to have finally found the desired item, which he proudly offered to the novice Exorcist: A tin can.
âA... Tin can? Wait, now that you mention it, Bastian had one just like this two days ago...â Vinn pondered, as he examined the item in vain.
âAh! You were there when the Siren was sent in!? That jerk didnât mention you at all in his reports! I will have some words with him, the nerve!â Dani fumed as she kicked her feet in frustration, nothing new when regarding Bastian and his old tricks. âAnyways, yes, that right there is a prim and proper tin can, but it may save your life.â
âThereâs really nothing special about it, though... I donât sense anything.â
âEyup, itâs not until I do this--â With a touch of he right handâs finger, the can suddenly pulsated, Vinnâs head throbbing as a sharp note drowned everything else in the room, only the canâs âheartbeatâ audible to him, until a few seconds later, his senses returned to normal, his head ringing like a struck bell no more. â--llo? Hello? Earth to Vinn?â
âUgh... Yeah, I hear you... What was that? My head felt like it was going to explode for a second.â Vinn replied, clutching his thankfully unexploded head.
âYeah, happens the first time. Iâve linked the tin can with you. Now, what this does is...â Danielle moved towards her desk again and held a similar, worn out tin can. âPut that against your ear.â Vinn complied, and once he did, Dani put her own tin can against her mouth, softly whispering words that shouldnât have been audible to anyone, yet were clear as the skies to Vinn. âAnd now, we can communicate easily!â
âWoah! Thatâs... Iâve never seen anything like this! So basically, these are like cellphones now?â
âBetter than cellphones!â she declared, chest puffed out. âCellphones can be traced, need time to make a call, need the other party to notice and accept the call, and if youâre underground? Yeah, not happening. Tin cans are the future of communication! Well, among us, anyways. This is Communications Magic, my area of expertise. Keep that tin can on you at all times, and weâll be able to talk shit about Bastian at all times, seamlessly and with no interruption.â
âNow that sounds like a good time.â
âWell, Iâm sure glad you two seem to have kicked it off well!â Nicholas finally interjected. âNow, you did say something worrying, though: Youâve actually been working the last two days, but Bastian neglected to mention you in his reports, which makes my job difficult. Plus, I donât have your reports, either.â
âA-ah, well, I wasnât exactly--â
âExactly allowed near the office, I know, haha, donât worry, Iâm not going to put you on the spot, all this means is that I will grab Bastian by the neck and have him rewrite his reports. His lack of mentioning you meant to me that you had quit, which is... A pattern, really, so donât worry, you get a few more days to write your reports, but the sooner you have them for me, the better.â
âAh, thatâs why you reacted that way...â Vinn said, recalling Nicholasâ exasperation earlier. âWell, I hope you donât have a hard time getting him to re-do those... I already know that heâs--â
âA damn hardass, a jerk, and a piece of shit to work with?â a voice behind Vinn chimed in.
âYeah! Thatâs exactly what I was gonna sWhere did you come from and how long have you been there?â
âAww, Iâm glad to know that I have a cute widdle pwartner who wuvs me so much!â
As Vinn turned around, he met face to face with the plastic, hostile grin of Bastian Ashfield, a tall, solidly built man with his wavy ponytail resting on his left shoulder as always. âSo can I join your shit-talking power hour? I am like a trebuchet full of excrement, ready to sling the highest quality turds, so? We good? Can I join you fine gents in--Hrg!â
That dull sound just now was a piece of scrap metal hitting Bastian square in the forehead. âYou big jerk! You were keeping Vinn out of the office for the last two days and you neglected to even mention him in your reports! As both a person and an Exorcist, you are terrible!â
âOi, who the hell throws junk metal at people!? At least make it something like a plastic bottle, or a--Argh!â
And that dull sound just now was a broken clock hitting Bastian on the side of his face.
âDonât talk back!â
âYes maâam! Please donât give me a concussion, maâam!â
âDenied!â
âAlright, hold it, hold it, please! Iâll stop! Quit chucking assorted reclaimed metals at me!â
â...Are these two like this all the time?â Vinn whispered to Nicholas.
âJust when Bastianâs a dick.âÂ
â...â
â...â
â...â
âSo yeah, all the time.â
âI see.â
                            ââ-
â...Well, now that we are all here, I suppose a formal welcoming is due... But first... You clever little rascal. You left home really early, just to avoid me, huh?â
Vinn simply glared at Bastian. âI knew youâd try it a third day. Get off my back, already. I humored your two âtestsâ, and not even knowing what my workplace looks like for three days in a row is not exactly professional.â
â...Tests? Vinn, what did this oaf make you do?â Dani inquired, already reaching for the next piece of junk in her little bag.
âDonât worry, it wasnât anything terribly cruel. Youâll see in my report later, but basically, the necromancer of two days ago and a case with a stray demon yesterday. Both ended up well, so-- Hey, speaking of, whereâs the necromancer?â Vinn asked, having just remembered the rather high profile criminal they brought in.
âWell, Iâm not at liberty to say just yet, but letâs just say youâll know soon enough.â
âBastian, could you please treat him like a member of our division already?â sighed the girl.
âOh, no no, Bastian is not being Bastian for once, he really isnât at liberty to say.â Nicholas interrupted. âAll information on the case -- the necromancer herself, the undead horde, and the fact that a Siren was dispatched -- is all confidential. In fact, we should not discuss it at all. He could actually get questioned by the Blackvests if his lips are too loose.â
âAh, so it is actually confidential... I was curious myself, too, to be honest. Itâs the first actual necromancer in forever, isnât it?â Dani asked as she drank some of her freshly brewed coffee.
âFirst Iâve seen in active service, and in general.â replied the seasoned Exorcist. âSure, you get punks who reanimate rats and dogs here and there, and then we have to go in and put the feral critters out of their mindless misery. But one that has actually reanimated humans? And didnât even bother thralling them? Just letting the do as they please? Thatâs very weird, no matter how you spin it. Anyways, I am not lying when I say youâll know soon enough.â Bastian readjusted himself and reached into one of the many seemingly empty pizza boxes, producing a cold slice and chomping on it. âLetâs go back to the man of the hour, now. Vinn, youâll have to forgive me, but it was absolutely necessary that I test you in the ways I did. You arenât an idiot, you could see that Exorcists donât have the best reputation around, and deservedly so.â
The atmosphere in the room changed.Â
â...Yeah. People feared me. People expected me to throw my weight around. People doubted me whenever I showed any cordiality or kindness. Exorcists really are not liked, huh? This is all very different from the Academy.â Vinn recounted, a disappointed sigh escaping him.
âThatâs true, because a lot of Exorcists reign through fear, throw their weight around, and only smile when they want something out of you, or worse, when they already have what they need to blackmail you. The Academy is a bubble, Vinn.â Dani explained, her tone serious. âThe Academy will make you believe your duty is just and your methods righteous, but in the real world, you canât just go in blasting everything and coercing the weak into obeying or paying the priceâ
âOur duty as Exorcists, and related support parties, is to mete out justice in the Mythic affairs, whether that justice needs to clash against a Mythic or against a Human. We are supposed to be the entity that upholds justice, but a lot of Exorcists, well, they just smoke Mythics. We are supposed to stand up for Humans as much as we are for Mythics, but thatâs not how it goes in practice.â Nicholas sadly continued.
âAnd thatâs why I needed to test you.â said Bastian as he propped his legs on his desk. âI told you before, but you need to be able to hold your own in a fight, have the brains to figure out solutions to your problems, and have the heart to actually stand up for Mythics. I -- we -- have no use for yet another kid who slings death around to try and be the big strong Exorcist.â
Despite the shoddy appearance of the office, with the ocean of pizza boxes scattered everywhere and sundry junk adorning every corner, the files were where they needed to be, Nicholasâ computer was impeccable, and whatever actually mattered, was there. Messy as it was, it was the office of those who truly cared about their job, and about those said job entailed. Downing some coffee, Vinn took a deep breath.
â...Crude as they may be, I understand the reason behind your methods. I canât say Iâm mad, since it gave me a reality check Iâd rather have now instead of later. Itâs only... Fair, really.â
âWell,â Bastian replied, âWhether you are mad or not doesnât really matter to me, what does matter is that you pass the tests. I was gonna tell you as much earlier today, but you eluded me like a slippery eel, which, I hate to admit, is also a good thing, so yeah, welcome to the 7th Office 3rd Division. Iâll work you to the sinews.â
âThatâs just his way of being nice. Please do be patient with him, heâs an idiot, after aaAAAH! Damn! Ow ow ow!â Nicholas snarked before his hot coffee came to life and splashed his face, burning him.
âMaybe donât insult an Hydromancer while holding a nice, fat cup of hot coffee, dumbass.â laughed Bastian.
âPfff, well, you kinda walked right into that one, Nick, hehe. Still! Itâs good to have some new blood in here, so by all means, welcome! I hope you have a good time! Donât mind the officeâs sorry state, we get our job done.â Dani cheerfully informed.
âYeah, especially since all the pizza boxes are her doing in the first place, our cute little piglet.â taunted Nick, wiping the coffee off his face.
âHe didnât need to know that!â
â...You already put the order for todayâs batch, didnât you?â
â...I cannot confirm or deny that, Bastian.â
âHaha!â
It was a lively little office with just three people in it, four now, but Vinn could tell there was something different here, something he didnât find in his time in the Academy, nor out in the field during these last two days.
There was a lot of heart and joy here.
There was anxiety, there were nerves, there was a lot of expectation, from both his partner and himself, but ll of those things, he already knew he was gonna feel. What he didnât know, however, was how much he was going to crave to be part of this little world, where contact was easy and everyone seemed to get along like this.
And just like thereâs a shadow by every light cast, so was there a woe that made his heart throb with a pang of concern: Were his people back home ever going to be able to partake in this?
If anything, this only steeled his resolve further. He left the comfortable wilderness for a reason against the protests of everyone that cared for him for this, after all.
âThereâs no way Iâm going back empty handed now.â he though to himself, after seeing that the human world is capable of compassion.
                           ââ-
Just as the playful banter was beginning to calm down, someone knocked on the big iron door.
âItâs open, come in!â Nick yelled from the back of the office, already submerged in his files and keyboard once again.
âPlease excuse me.â
As the door opened, Vinn perked up as he saw that pair of familiar horns, black like lacquered wood, curved with dignity, protruding through the holes of the wide brimmed hat. It was the tall woman from the morning. The dame simply giggled at his surprise, an elegant hand covering her lips.
âNow, why the surprise? I did say Iâd come welcome you properly, no? Have you eased into your job with Nicholas yet? Heâs a harsh instructor, but youâve much to learn from someone with his diligence and experience.â she greeted bemusedly.
âOh, no no, Iâm not here as an info agent, Iâm an Exorcist, partner with--â
âWell, well, well, if it ainât Fat Fatima!â the brick that broke cordiality boisterously interrupted. âWhat do you and your five chins want? Donât remember having any reason to expect a visit from you.â
âBastian? What the h--!â tried to reproach Vinn, but he couldnât finish his sentence. Just seconds ago, a gallant lady stood by the door, with a welcoming voice, a friendly disposition, and a kind smile. The very picture of manners and helpfulness. Where, oh, did she go? And when was she replaced by a twin with death in her eyes and wicked claws protruded, ready to slash a jugular or six?Â
âFeh, Bastian... I didnât come to talk to the wondrous sack of shit that pretends heâs people. Mind going back to your stupid magazines? Me and Nickâs new kid want to do some formal introductions, not that youâd know what those are.â snarled the dame, showing what were very clearly fangs.
âNickâs got no new kid, shithead. If you mean that kid over there, heâs my new partner.â
âOh, spare me, Iâd think youâd at least give my intelligence some credit. Think of some more convincing lies if you wish to mess with me, Bastian.â
âUh, hey, Fatima... Yeah, heâs not mine. Vinnâs an Exorcist, and Bastianâs partner.â
âWhat!? So heâs actually got a new partner!?â This reaction seemed to be popular. âWait, so does that mean... Oh, uh...â The horned woman seemed to be troubled and wracked with guilt out of the sudden. â...Vinn, was it? I profusely apologize for the trouble Iâve no doubt caused you.â
Vinn didnât really understand where this came from, and tilted his head just slightly in confusion, trying to think what this person he did not know before this morning could possibly mean by that. âI really have no idea what youâre apologizing for, Miss Fatima, youâve done nothing but show courtesy to me.â
âOi oi, so Iâm just Bastian and âa damn hardass, a jerk, and a piece of shit to work withâ, but sheâs Miss Fatima? Iâm glad to see where your loyalties lie, Vinn.â whined Bastian, a mocking hand to his own chest, as if deeply offended, nay, hurt.
âYou said those things, I just confirmed them, geez.â
âAh, allow me to elaborate...â interjected the horned lady. âFirst of all, I am the 1st Division Exorcist, Fatima Allanach, a pleasure to meet you, Vinn...?â
âIngram. Vinn Ingram.â
She smiled graciously. â...As to what I did, well, I am the reason the Siren showed up two days ago.â
âOh, you bitch! I shouldâve figured you, of all people, would just call for them to mobilize all those delicious tax patros to give me a hard time! You couldâve killed me in the crossfire!â
âOh, put a sock on it, Bastian.â -- all the grace she showed to Vinn was replaced by a vulgar hostility when addressing the hydromancer --Â âBoth of us know you wouldnât die from a little Siren... Although I canât say the same for your new partner. Had I know you had someone else there, I wouldâve relented, and for that, Iâm sorry. I just never... Thought youâd take another partner after Roderick, you know?â
The rooms atmosphere changed as Fatimaâs voice softened with those last words. Even though this was the time for one of those patented Bastian Rude Retorts, he simply produced a cigarette, fiddled with it a bit, and then put it back in the pack. âNeither did I. But, well, here we are. And you, Fatima... Itâs fine if you want to give me hell, but putting everything aside for a moment, even if its called for, never use the Sirens. Donât confuse power for a basis of trust. Those things... Are executioners wearing their own coffins. Donât forget it.â
â...Thatâs rich coming from you, Bastian.â Her sharp tongue was unsheathed once anew, albeit with a different, far more bitter fervor. âYou donât get to tell me whether I use a tool or not. Sirens are strong, and they can take care of practically any Mythic situation, small or large scale. Itâs foolishness not to use an advantage when we have it.â
âThose things are not an advantage, Fatima. They are indiscriminate, they know only to kill and maim, how can you not see this!? We are Exorcists, it is our duty to--â
â--To utterly obliterate those bastards until they understand their place! How many more Humans must die to their savagery before you get this!? How many more Rodericks do we need in the graveyard before you stop spouting such naive drivel, Bastian?! Had a Siren been there with you that day, Roderick would still--â
âShows how much you know! Weâd both be death, and our assailants as well, leaving us with two less Exorcists and no leads whatsoever! Incredible! Great job! I can see why you are the 1st Division Exorcist clearly, with such a clear head absolutely not full of garbage on top of those shoulders!â
âYou have no way of knowing that! When will you see the world for what it is already, you utter--â
âEverybody shut up!â
Nicholasâ voice boomed, drowning any whining in the small office, finally putting a stop to the bedlam.
âDonât yank the chain, Nick, I need to make her understand--â
âWhatever, do that on your free time! You two schedule a nice, steamy, hot date outside of work hours, meet at a restaurant, order a fine beef steak dinner, and then beat the shit out of each other with it, I donât care, but donât go doing this in the office!â
Bastian and Fatima simply looked to the floor, or the ceiling, or anywhere that wasnât Nicholasâ general direction, like scolded children caught trying to look inside the pot before dinner.
âGeez...â sighed the info agent, settling on his chair again. âEvery time, you two...â
As if on cue, the officeâs phone rang, Danielle dutifully picking it up.
â...Miss Fatima, did you mean that?â Vinn asked, a certain edge midst his cordiality.
âHm? Did I mean what, exactly?â
ââTo utterly obliterate those bastardsâ, do you see Mythics that way?â
â...Oh, please donât tell me you do share this bruteâs view on the matter, Vinn? We are not called âMediatorsâ or âCaretakersâ, we are Exorcists. We exorcise, we hunt, we exterminate, thatâs quite literally the job description. Things are this way for a reason.â
âAnd what would that reason be, Miss Fatima?â inquired Vinn without missing a beat, standing up. âWhat about being a human makes me inherently superior, more âpeopleâ than a Mythic? We are not dealing with wild beasts, we are dealing with intelligent, sentient creatures who know love, hate, joy, and sorrow just as we do, who have a culture, traditions, and needs. You yourself are a Mythic, I fail to see the logic in--â
âOh, the young man will watch his words.â Fatima replied with the same hostility she employs with Bastian, finally dropping her softer tone. âWhat I am doesnât mean I should see things one way. Itâs because I am a beast that I know exactly how terrible we can be.â
âThatâs like saying we should destroy all slides in children'sâ parks because one time, a kid scrapped his knee.â
âAnd only a fool would compare Mythics and slides horizontally.â
Vinnâs face was a mask of utter hatred and disdain for the horned Exorcist. âMiss Fatima, I think itâs about time you le--â
âWhat!? Y-yes, Iâll tell them immediately!â the communications expert yelled as she slammed the phone back on its base. âG-guys! You too, Miss Fatima! Weâve got a big situation down by Manduco #83493!â
âDani, calm down. Whatâs the situation?â Bastian calmly asked, sitting back down and quickly picking up his flasks and other utensils.Â
âThe mass kidnapping from two months ago is happening again! Itâs most likely the same perpetrator. Itâs going on right now, a laborer that works at that warehouse forgot something, so even though itâs supposed to be closed off today, he went and found a lot of people just... Moving around, as if thralled. The first three divisions are to go there immediately.â
âThanks, sweetie, thatâs all we need. Well, letâs get going, we canât lose a second.â
âIâll go get my partner, letâs not waste any time.â Fatima said before disappearing into the hallway.
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The dark blue car blazed a trail through the asphalt, going as fast as the worn out engine could manage, a bright red van and a dark green motorcycle tailing them. Inside the car, the grim-looking Vinn double checked his handcuffs and other pieces of equipment, a silence and grimace that didnât escape the driverâs notice.
âVinn, you good?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs the fakest âyeahâ Iâve had the honor of hearing. Look alive, this is a real bad situation. We need all six of us with our heads in the game.â
âYeah.â
â...â
â...â
Bastian could only sigh.
âOi, Vinn, donât let what Fatima said get to you. Itâs a kick in the dick, but thatâs how many Exorcists are. Sheâs particularly partisan about it, yeah, but itâs better if you get used to it, hopefully manage it better than I do.â
Vinn only responded with a half-hearted chuckle and a few seconds of silence before reviving the dialogue. âI could understand it if it were anyone else, really, but Miss Fatima specifically is... Inconceivably weird. She was very cordial and kind before then, and is a Mythic, to boot, yet, she wants to kill her own kind so viciously? It goes beyond duty-bound hatred, that was just genuine hatred, how could you feel that way towards your own people?â
The usual brashness of the seasoned Exorcist was nowhere to be found, the sounds of the worn out motor filling in for dialogue for a few streetlights before Bastian found the strength to continue talking. âItâs... Complicated. Donât hate her, please, sheâs got her own problems.â Vinn almost fell out of the car upon hearing this. This had to be the first time he heard Bastian talk about someone so softly. He suspected they had a past from the previous conversation, but this only really confirmed it, especially if it was about someone he was just having a flat out shouting contest with moments ago. The dense mood was already suffocating enough, and they had a job to do right now, anyways, it was a good time to change topics.
â...So, these mass kidnappings... Damn, what a creepy name. Two months ago was the first one, right? How come they are deploying Mythic Law Enforcement for it now?â
âWell, last time, authorities had no idea magic was involved, but after investigating the area believed to have been where it took place, based on witness accounts of seeing the victims heading that way, heavy amounts of mana residue were found, suggesting that it was no mere mass kidnapping... Not that mass kidnappings are commonplace, anyway. So, itâs now a MAB affair.â
âAh! Take this left, it should be there... Yeah, lots of cop cars. They must be barring civilian entry to the area. Thatâs a relief, at least.â
Bastian took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel harder. âWell, ideally, I wanted to ease you into the job with easier cases, help you get to know Stroln as a city, with its Mythic underground world and all, but destiny calls, I suppose. This isnât me underestimating you, but try to stick with me at all times. I have a stinkinâ feelinâ that this might get nasty.â
â...Got it.â
                           ââ-
In front of the six Exorcists, the massive warehouse stood with its service door open, the lock smashed to junk by its foot. The structure was clearly from Pre-Amnesiac times, but well maintained and still in regular usage.
â...I donât like this. It stinks.â said Fiona, 2nd Division Exorcist, assessing the situation. âThis is no abandoned joint, the lock was smashed too neatly, and youâd have to be a fool to have such a flagrant vulnerability to your million patros business screaminâ to be exploited like this. What do you guys think?â
âFully agreed.â Bastian commented. âWe oughta have words with the owner or parent company of this place after weâre done here. As Fiona said, this is simply too suspicious. The lock really just looks like its there so they can file a police report on unlawful entry and claim innocence. Itâs unlikely for any magic criminal to be so nuanced as to break a little lock, theyâd usually go for a bigger door, especially if itâs a mass kidnapping.â
âCorrect. They probably didnât even use this service door.â Fatima added. âThey probably opened the big cargo gate over there to get all the people inside, nice and neatly, and then simply smashed this lock to make it seem like they arenât working with the owners of this place. This whole thing stinks.â
Behind the seasoned trio, the novice partners observed in awe how quickly their would-be mentors were piecing together the puzzle in front of them before even stepping in the building. The duties of an Exorcist include the subjugation of magic-wielding and supernatural criminals, negotiation with such individuals, and all around keeping this secret magical world hidden, but an important part of being an Exorcist is to play the role of detective as well. An Exorcist is, after all, the do-all end-all authority in the world of Mythic Law Enforcement, having powers and duties far beyond their mundane equivalents.
âThey look and act like washed up garbage after a cruiser accident on the coast, but seeinâ them like this really reminds you they are veteran Exorcists, donât it?â Daryl commented, breaking the silence between the novices.Â
âThe way your worded that was really weird, but I know exactly what you mean.â Vinn responded. However, standing beside Daryl and Vinn was a third person who had not opened her mouth, simply looking at the experienced Exorcists work their craft and plan out how to advance. Vinn and Daryl both recognized her, and it is precisely because of that that the latter knew they shouldnât bother trying to include her in the conversation, and why the former, who had zero social awareness back in the Academy, made the mistake of taking the initiative.
â...So, Nadja, I didnât know you were assigned to the 7th as well.â
â...â
âMiss Fatimaâs your partner, huh? Must be good working with her.â
âInterested in her looks, I gather?â
Vinn lifted his arms as if surrendering. âWhat? No, I mean how professional she is and all that. Anyhow, I donât think weâve ever talked, Iâm V--â
âVinn Ingram. Top scorer of our year.â
âYup, the one.â
â...â
â...â
â...Pppffff, that went swimmingly, ya smooth operator.â chuckled Daryl.
âOh, can it, at least I donât go kissing girls randomly to determine their species.â
âYeah, you donât, and thatâs really sad.â
âHrrg...â
âAlright, coffee break over, kiddos, hereâs the plan.â Fiona called suddenly, the novices perking up and giving her their attention. The anxiety of their first real operation, not to mention a rare cooperative operation between different Divisions, was beginning to well up in their guts. âAlright, so, the people are most likely still inside. Bringing a large amount of people here unnoticed, while not easy, is doable, but shipping them all together from here to wherever their destination is is another story. They are most likely waiting for a large transport, a bus or a series of van, maybe a large truck, we donât know, and they are holding fort inside for now. We donât know how many men it takes to keep all these people in there, but expect heavy resistance. Weâll go together, but if we need to split for whatever reason, stick to your partner. Questions? I hope not, because we ha--â
âA question.â
âShoot, Nadja.â
âWhat level of lethality are we allowed?â
âIdeally, just enough to disable them. We have questions, they have answers. That means you shouldnât use those things attached to your ankles.â
Nadjaâs build was lithe, graceful, like a panther, and that made the large, black devices on each ankle stand out all the more. What looked like the point of a silver stake protruded downwards from the end of the device.
âUnderstood.â
Bastian spoke up now. âAlright, if thatâs it, letâs head in. Keep chit chat to a minimum, and if you must talk, do it as silently as possible.â
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Nary a footstep could be heard from the six trained individuals, moving like the shadow of a ghost across the large industrial complex-slash-warehouse. Something was clearly wrong with this place, as the air was stagnant, there were no signs of struggling whatsoever, and every door and window inside, in stark contrast with the service door, was neatly unlocked and undamaged, giving fuel to the veteransâ speculation, much to their dismay. They didnât have to navigate much until the first shadow of adversity loomed close, by the internal courtyard. It was one at first, and then two, and then three, and then seemingly an endless amount of them, silhouettes walking as if entranced by a wicked sirenâs song.
â...! Halt! I see many of them, and they are... You gotta be kidding me... Bastian, look at what they are wearing.â Fatima whispered, pointing towards a little window to their side that led to the courtyard.
If concern had a shape, it was Bastianâs face. â...Large pig masks and red robes. This is bad. Really bad.â Bastian mused, a bead of sweat running down his brow.
âHm? Hey, hey, uncle, whatâs wrong? Didja get cold feet over some costumes? Whatâs wrOW OW OW!â inquired Daring Daryl with the delicacy of an hydraulic press, as Fiona used one hand to cover his mouth and the other to give him an excruciatingly painful shoulder death grip.
âYou beefy sack of crap!â Fiona chastised in whispers. âFlappinâ yer gums when you donât know shit will only get you a Fiona Massage from now on! The grotesque pig mask and red robes are synonymous with a top wanted criminal, the Hog Priest! This is bigger than we couldâve imagined. Stay on your toes, everyone.â
âThe Hog Priest has evaded capture several times, and thereâs reports of them being sighted in multiple places at once... I suppose this explains it, though. Itâs a legion of them.â pointed out Nadja.
The courtyard had a strange, purplish fog blanketing it, and in it, the pig-masked people wandered aimlessly, sometimes bumping into each other, sometimes tripping and picking themselves up clumsily, and in general, simply drifting along. Some stood still, vacant, some jogged slightly before calming down and clutching their chest, and all in all, it was a miserable spectacle.
â...Somethingâs wrong.â Fiona warned while putting on a pair of fingerless gloves, akin to those used by MMA fighters.
âHm? Whatcha mean? They are just bobbinâ and... Oh.â
Darylâs trap was shut tight once he realized little by little, they had all been stopping, and now, they all stood still, looking directly into the little window where they had been observing the courtyard from. No, not directly into the window, it was directly into their very eyes.
A suffocating, paralyzing, complete silence lasted all of two seconds before the window was smashed, a small canister almost hitting Fatima in the head being the culprit, from which an ominous gas shot from little pressurized holes.
â...Tear gas! Get out!â
In a frenzy, they jumped out of the window, out the gasâ range and right into a courtyard full of pig-headed foes that held pipes, shovels, and all manners of improvised weaponry, looking straight at them.
Not five seconds passed before an alarm siren loudly gave our Exorcists a warm, deafening welcome, sending all of the robed villains into a frenzy.
âCurses! Here they come! Defend yourselves and try to find a way out of here!â Fatima yelled, assuming a defensive stance and blocking a shovel strike with her bare hand.
As soon as the horde began its restless assault, the sinister purple fog that permeated the courtyard intensified, obstructing sight and puzzling the senses with its oddly calming fragrance. It was every man and woman for themselves, Bastian utilizing water to block the weapons and to push his assailants to the ground with immense pressure, Fiona disarming them with expert martial prowess, and Fatima simply utilizing a retractable baton to parry and disarm those who would attempt to harm her. In stark contrast, the novices were expending far more effort in the fight, visibly struggling, not for lack of strength or skill, but rather, because they simply didnât know how to engage a foe without destroying them. Killing the enemy is easy, but when your duty is to subdue the enemy without killing them or doing enough harm that youâll ruin their life from there on is an art all of itself, an art that the Mythic Law Enforcement Academy wasnât keen on teaching. The lacking curriculum was showing all of its weaknesses. That, and a sinister whisper that was invading their mind, which made itself more and more apparent, numbing their reactions, misleading their movements.
âW-what in the world is this...? Itâs like thereâs a compelling whisper inside of my head... Someone warm and kind, someone I trust, telling me to drop my guard when they attack or to soften my body whenever I try to disable one...!â Nadja said as she unsuccessfully tried to take a shovel away from a masked minion, who simply shrugged her off and shoved her right to the floor.
âIs it the fog? No... It couldnât be, the fog is welcoming, itâs familiar, a scent of my childhood, it couldnât...â Vinn lamented, seemingly giving himself up to an incoming lead pipe strike before Daryl pushed him out of the way.
âOi, you damn idiots! Whereâs yer Domunus Tecum!â Daryl chastised, holding off the criminals with his huge frame.
âDomunus Tecum...â âDomunus Tecum!â
The second of the Six Spell of Self Defense, the spell of protection and shielding, a prayer for resilience. No sooner the two novices put their barriers up, their minds cleared and their bodies could move as they wanted them to. The whisper was still in their heads, but it wasnât compelling and absolute as it was before.
âJust what is this voice? Iâm not the only one that can hear it, right?â the exasperated Vinn asked as he used his many handcuffs and his colorful, unorthodox fighting style to subdue attackers.
âBad news is what it is. Keep your Domunus up and strong, donât stop pouring mana into it, or that whisper will claim your mind.â Fiona warned, fighting the good fight.
âC-chief! Hold the presses! These guys...!â Daryl screamed suddenly, a robed figure captured tightly in arms, unmasked. âChief Fiona, these people are brainwashed civilians! Look!â
The face of the woman in Darylâs grasp was catatonic, to say the least. A vacant expression and half-lidded eyes that looked nowhere, drool and tear lines telling a story that thousands of words couldnât hope to match. âOi, we gotta disable them without harminâ them! They are just meat shields!â
âShit...! That means thereâs one mastermind out there, and they are just exhausting us! Fatima, do you think--â
As if his mind was being read, Bastian couldnât finish what he was saying before Fatima was right by his side. â--you could use your poison to--â
âNeutralize them? Yeah, if I control the dosage, I can make it so I can knock them out with a sting each, enough to paralyze their muscles and yet not leave any lasting damage. Iâll need some help keeping them off me while I do this to each one of them individually, though.â
âI gotcha!â Fiona proudly declared, rolling to where they were, dodging several shovel strikes. âDaryl and I can keep âem corralled while your girl defends you directly, and Bastian and his boy can go for the brains.â
âI agree to this plan, but, poison? What do you have in mind? Do you have enough for all these people?â Vinn wondered, joining them.
âOh, donât worry about her, after all...â
With a wild smirk, Fatima leaped high into the air, her arms growing green fur, and a wicked scorpion tail, massive and heavy, protruding from her back, just under two pairs of feathered wings. Where there once was her elegant face now lies a lionâs roaring maw. She was much bigger than before, her impact on the ground sending several masked minions off balance.
â...Sheâs a Manticore. And a fat one at that, so she oughta have a lot of calories to turn to venom.â Bastian explained.
âSTOP CALLING ME FAT, JACKASS.â the massive Manticore Fatima roared, deft swipes of her scorpion tail knocking out minion after minion, barb oozing with venom.
âWeâve got this area, you two! Get going! Whoeverâs behind the fog, the whispers, and this mess is no doubt in that building over there. Itâs the only structure to have a clear path to the streets in case they need to escape, and where they can survey all of this area!â explained the bruiser Fiona, joining Daryl in trying to corral the remaining minions with their superior physical strength.
âYeah, weâll get this over in a second. Letâs roll, Vinn!â
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Two pairs of footsteps echoed in the smaller building, dark and permeated with the fog. Bastian and Vinn both had their Domunus barrier on at full strength, the incessant whispers of the once-compelling voice never going silent.
âThis keeps getting worse and worse...â lamented Bastian, double checking how much water he had left in his flasks. âVinn, do not let up your barrier. It could mean death.â
âWhat is this whispering, anyways? Iâve never felt anything like it, and I donât think Iâve read on this before.â
âIt could be a curse, but thereâs not been enough time to set up one of this nature with such an intensity, so what I think is... Vinn, are you familiar with Mindreaders?â
âOf course, those who can read minds and such. Itâs theorized that, Pre-Amnesia, Mindreading was highly illegal and dangerous, given how many surviving records there are that explain, in great detail, how to defend against it. Itâs considered useless now, since everyone worth a lick of salt in the arcane arts learns how to counter it.â
âTextbook answer, as usual.â -- Bastian chuckled --Â âWell, what I think weâre up against right now, and I hope Iâm wrong, is a Mindscreamer.â
âA what?â
âMindscreamer. Itâs the opposite of a Mindreader. Instead of being able to read your thoughts, Mindscreamers practically broadcast their thoughts into others by force. Whatever they think, you âhearâ inside your head. They can also make it so their thoughts are subliminal and subconscious in your brain, controlling your behavior to a degree. Itâs a really damn frightening power.â
âWhat...?â Vinn couldnât believe what he was hearing, and yet, the constant whispering in his brain since the courtyard brawl began proved that these were no lies. âIâve never heard of Mindscreamers before, what kind of wicked art is this? Youâd think itâd be more popular, with how powerful it sounds.â
âThatâs the thing: You canât learn how to Mindscream. Mindscreamers are born, itâs not a skill, itâs genetic and exclusive to certain individuals, but we donât know much about it. In a way, that means that, yeah, we donât really have to worry about it falling in the hands of just about any thug, but... It also means we are up against someone very special, and that knows what they are doing. Take this fog, for instance.â
âI noticed... This fog smells like incense, like chamomile, specifically, but itâs actually haunted. Itâs Incense Magic, and this is tailored to numb the senses and lower your mental defenses.â
âClever boy. Indeed, the incense lowers oneâs mental barriers, which makes you susceptible to the Mindscreaming. Whoever is doing this is competent, do not drop your guard. This is how they kidnapped all of these people almost effortlessly: They simply made them come âof their own free willâ with Mindscreaming... Sick bastards.â
The Exorcist duo kicked open a door in front of them at the end of a long hallway, and inside, an immensely dense cloud of magic incense blocked their sight. The air was stagnant, almost putrid, and there were things in this room. Piercing glares that couldnât be seen but could perfectly be felt stabbed the two Exorcists as soon as they entered the room. Before long, a couple of pig-masked minions, brainwashed civilians, no doubt, slowly became discernible in the dense purple fog, with bright, neon-like markings making them stand out in the fog. They moved with far more coordination than the courtyard fodder, shuffling around, circling, keeping their distance, never moving too close, but never straying too far from the surrounded agents. Bastian lashed at a cluster with a tendril of holy water, missing the mark completely as they swiftly moved out of the way.
â...The Mindscreamer is in this room. They are being controlled too well, too skillfully. These arenât like the puppets we fought on the first fl--!â
The subtle whisper of cold steel sliding through flesh cut the older Exorcist off as a knife plunged deep in his torso from the left, a masked minion without any neon markings having made it past his watchful eye as his focus was on the neon marked masks, a pained grunt and a hammer of pressurized water impacting against his assailant punctuating his sentence instead. âMother fu... Clever bastards...â
âBastian, are you ok!? Damn, they are using neon marked and non-marked masks! While we focus on the barely visible neon, they come at us with the plain ones. What a cheap tactic...â
âCheap it may be, but itâs working! Focus on defending!â
Even with In Te Fallitur, the first spell of detection and true sight active, the sheer magic density of the incense made it difficult to see nonetheless, their vision improving just slightly. Assault after assault, the duo was sustaining more and more injuries at the hands of this well utilized assassin horde. Whenever a neon mask moved, two plain masks slid in the gaps of their perception, getting closer and closer, until they could hurt either Exorcist. Their attacks didnât pack much power against the protected Exorcists, individually, but as the damage piled on, it was clear this was a battle of attrition they were not going to win by any means, especially considering that their enemies were but brainwashed civilians they couldnât bring themselves to hurt seriously.Â
âHaa... Haa... Bastian, can you make an intense flash of light somehow? With a flashbang or some small spell?â
â...Sounds like you have an idea... I can, but what do you want to do with it?â
âThereâs really no time to explain!â Vinn barked as he parried an incoming knife just in time with a pair of handcuffs. âJust play it cool and shoot it right above that big group over there!â
âVague ideas are better than no ideas at all, and we canât keep this up for much longer... Alright, Aureola Oblito!â
As the spark that would soon become an explosion of intense light approached its point of contact, the ceiling above the hordeâs densest point, the nimble Vinn Ingram lunged towards its center like a wolf in blood-starved hunt, shoving past the henchmen and women, and defending against pipes and knives. When he finally reached it, he yelled at Bastian, which he considered the signal, and looked down immediately.
âPraemium!â
Upon command, the little spark went supernova, a blinding light engulfing the room immediately, with every meat puppet in the room covering their eyes as if blinded, and yet, the light was rapidly devoured by the fog after its initial explosion. As the light faded, however, a manâs loud scream of pain echoed at the end of the room. It wasnât Vinnâs or Bastianâs, it was the man who wore a plain pigâs mask in the middle of the horde, a knife sticking out of his arm, courtesy of Vinn.
â...How did you know?â the pig-headed man inquired, and he was immediately sent barreling backwards by a kick straight to the head, also courtesy of Vinn.
âYou looked down to avoid the light. All of these people are brainwashed and not conscious, thus, blinding them wouldnât do a thing to them. Weâve been striking them for a while now, and they show no sign or reaction of pain. You just made them act as if they were blinded, and joined in the act, but you yourself looked down so as to not be blinded, while the rest didnât. Good try, though.â
âQuickly, stop flapping your gums and actually catch him!â Bastian screamed as he made his way through the now far less coordinated horde.
Vinn complied, but as he approached him, the Hog Priest lashed out with a large dagger, rolling backwards after Vinn stepped back to avoid being lacerated. Before Vinn could make his way to him, however, the Priest and another exact look alike became entangled in a strange dance, with many more plain masked minions joining in, and then, they all ran in different directions.
â...! Shit, clever bastard! Thereâs no way to tell which oneâs the real one!â
âDonât lose your cool, Vinn! The third one to the right is heading towards that staircase, which likely leads to a room adjacent to the streets, while the one to the far left is going towards a door, likely with the same idea in mind! The others are running randomly, but those two make sense in their retreat! Itâs either of them, go after the right one, Iâll get the left one, go!â
âYou may be a nasty customer, but damn, you pull your weight, Bastian! Good thinking! Catch him!â
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Vinn chased the figure that might be the real Hog Priest ceaselessly, door after door, hallway after hallway, until the figure stopped in the middle of a large storage room with no windows, no doors, no exits. Cornered at last, the Hog Priest simply turned around and faced the Exorcist, the eyes of the disgusting, realistic pigâs head mask meeting Vinnâs green own.Â
âItâs dead end for you, piggy. Undo the incense and the mind control, and turn yourself in nice and easy. Without your horde, you are out of luck.â
âHmhm... Haha! Very nice, you... What a cruel mistress luck is, having me do this with you, of all people...â the muffled voice from behind the mask praised, a distinctly softer, different voice from the one before, which didnât escape Vinnâs attention. âNow, you might be thinking, âdid I get the right guy?â, and I have good news and bad news for you!â -- the Priest struck a cutesy and quirky pose while saying this, pointing at Vinn -- âWhich do you want first?â
âP-pardon...?â
âI said! Which! Do you want! First! Good news or bad news!â
â...Good news?â
The exaggerated Priest lifted his arms in mock excitement, clapping and cheering excitedly with chants of âWoo! Exorcist! Exorcist!â before finally assuming a new pose. âAlright, so, the good news! The good news are that you have indeed caught the Hog Priest, congratulations!â
â...But your vo--â
â--ice is not the same you heard before, right? Yeah, about that... Hereâs more good news: Thereâs two of us! So no matter which one of us you followed, and you followed both of us, there were only winning picks!â
Vinn immediately produced two pairs of handcuffs. âSo, two of you, huh...? Well, thatâs twice the questions we get to ask then, those are pretty good news.â
âSadly, I also am obligated to tell you the bad news.â the Priest sadly informed, sticking an hand inside of his robes and producing a baseball bat covered in various, strange runes, pointing it at Vinn. âThe bad news is that you die here.â she announced with an arctic voice unlike her variety show host demeanor of seconds before, taking a step forward and sending thunderbolts down Vinnâs spine. It was not the first time heâd been face to face with mortal danger, it was not the first time his life has been at risk, it was not the first time he was faced with a strong opponent. But, it was the first time in Vinnâs life that his body and mind screamed for him to get out of there fast, a primal, visceral flight response that didnât even pretend to bother with the âfightâ half.
The bat came faster than a bullet from above, Vinn managing to block it only by reaction, leaving him wide open to kick to the gut which knocked the air out of him, and a subsequent palm strike to the chin that sent him barreling backwards against the wall. The Exorcist, in a panic, produced his standard issue handgun, pointing it at the Priest.
âYou shouldâve keep me close. Hands up, Hog Priest.â
â...Thatâs not even a Shootist Gun, thatâs just a regular one. You... You are not taking this seriously, are you?â
Vinn took aim at his enemyâs leg and let loose a round, hoping to incapacitate him, but a simple swipe of the bat deflected the bullet right out of its path, the battered projectile hitting the wall next to Vinnâs head, missing him by a hair. âWhat the...!?â
âYou really are a novice, huh. Shouldâve kept to patrols and such, instead of getting roped into this hell. Then again, you yourself willing dropped into the wolfâs maw the moment you decided to become an Exorcist. Is the paycheck of a murderer really that tempting?â
âNot all of us are murderers! Weâre trying to change it, weâre trying to heal this rotten system from within, which is more than can be said of mass kidnappers like you, so donât you try and lecture me about moral codes!â
âAh, yeah, in the eyes someone that doesnât know whatâs going on, of course itâs gonna look like we are the bad guys. âChanging it from withinâ, thatâs some prime, class-A bullshit. You canât possibly believe that. Youâre smart enough to know you are but one good seed among a fetid, infected crop. You wonât fix the harvest by yourself.â
The Priest lowered his bat and pointed towards the door. âLeave.â
â...Huh?â
âYou are outmatched. Leave through that door, exit the warehouse through the office sector, and desert the Mythic Affairs Bureau. Never again take on the mantle of the Exorcist, do something else. Itâs for your own good. Do this, and I will not take your life. I will even guarantee you safe passage until you are out of Stroln.â
Vinn struggled to pick himself up after the brief but intense beating he sustained, putting his evidently useless handgun away. â...Why are you giving me a way out? What do you mean by a âgood seedâ?â
The disgusting pig in front of him tapped the âearâ of his mask. âA little bird told me that you do sincerely care for Mythics. You helped out a demon yesterday, helped him find a job that allows him to feed on human emotions without harming anyone when you simply couldâve smoked him. Youâre a good person in a bad guyâs job, so Iâm willing to compromise... No, I want to let you live. We need more people like you in the world.â
The disappointment in the hogâs fake eye was palpable when Vinn took a fighting stance instead.
â...Last chance, Exorcist. Iâll hold back no more.â
âHow about you fuck off. Iâm not gonna get lectured on morality by someone who brainwashes a bunch of people for a mass kidnapping. Iâm through trying to reason with you. Iâm done playing sweet. Letâs go for real.â
With a sigh and a head scratch, the hog picked up his bat and assumed a combat stance again. âI really wish we couldâve done this differently, but if you insist... Iâll give you a proper burial, at least.â
âDomunus Tecum!â the Exorcist chanted, renewing his protective spell, but he was not done. âHostem Repellas Longius!â As he chanted this spell, a faint, red light covered Vinnâs body. Hostem Repellas Longius, the third of the Six Spells of Self-Defense, the spell of hostility, offense, and righteous violence. Simple as they may be, the strength of the Six Spells does indeed lie in simplicity, and with every brick you put on top of a good base, you get closer to making a wall. With attack and defense ready, Vinn put away one pair of handcuffs, holding only one with his left hand.
No more words were shared between the two, and they clashed fiercely in the middle of the spacious storage room, handcuffs meeting bat, the colliding steel singing a frantic sonata to which these individuals who couldnât be more conflicted danced vigorously. Overhead strike, left swipe, shin kick, neck shot, eye gouge, they tried it all, and none could land. Vinn certainly seemed much different than before, and in a moment of carelessness, the Exorcist managed to grab the bat by the head.
â...! Whatâs with this grip!? Let go!â the Priest wined, struggling to get the bat back.
âSure, here you go.â
Vinnâs hand glowed a dim silver and suddenly began vibrating at extreme intensities, the sheer force from the vibrations hurting the Priestâs arm, making her lose her balance from the pain. Using this opening, Vinn threw the bat away and lunged with his hand, grabbing the Priest by the shoulder, gripping hard for just a second before a skillful twirl of the Priestâs arm allowed him to set himself free.
âWhat was that...? You didnât have enough time to do any of that weird vibration stuff to me.â
âItâs over, Priest. Donât use your left arm and just surrender.â
The Priest simply laughed. âThat bat thing was surprising, but you didnât do anything to me. Now I know to watch out for it. I donât feel bad at all, in fact, itâs like my left shoulder feels even better than before! Sucks to be y--!â
As the Priest picked the discarded bat back up with his left arm, an explosion of blood gushed from his shoulder, the sheer force of it shredding even the red robe and exposing his flesh, the Priest tumbling to the side and falling to the concrete ground, clutching his bloody mess of a shoulder as he screamed in agonizing pain. âW-what the fuck did you do to me!? Aaaargh!â
âYou got confident without even knowing my style of magecraft, and now youâre paying the price. Itâs simple in theory: Flux Magic. I know how to control the eb, flow, and movement of mana particles.â
âHaha, what...?â laughed the Priest, still in pain. âThatâs... Fucking crazy... So that vibration was just you making a mass of mana vibrate at immense speed... Youâre just full of surprises, arenât you?â
âAnd your shoulder just now was me injecting you with an immense amount of mana, more than your body could possibly handle. Hence, when you moved the afflicted part, it burst like that. You were feeling well because you literally had an injection of energy given to you.â
âClever bastard, first I see of anyone applying such an otherwise ignored principle of magic emission, Flux, in this creative a way. Hats off to you, friend. I suppose I gotta show my hand now.â
âWait, if you move with that wound--â
Vinnâs warning fell upon deaf ears as the Priest, left shoulder oozing blood, dashed right against Vinn to renew his assault. Handcuffs parried the bat, but it was nothing more than a feint, Vinnâs stomach catching a knee that made him double in pain. As he tried to get his bearings, the batâs runes glowed an eerie teal, the weapon bludgeoning Vinn in the side, sending him tumbling.
âAlright, letâs see what we get... Become The Body Of His Innermost Shackles! Terror Ink!â
From within the robes of the Priest, a turbulent torrent of ink exploded forth, covering the bat and transmogrifying it into what looked like a bizarre, serrated hoop weapon. Upon seeing it, Vinn was left speechless.
âWhy... Why do you have that...!? Thatâs impossible!â
One didnât have to look at the face behind the mask to know that the Priestâs expression was currently a smug grin. âSo this is what you fear the most, huh...? Weird weapon. I canât begin to imagine what its wielder must have done to terrify you so. This is Rorschach Magic, the Terror Ink. Anything inscribed with the right runes and provided with the ink can turn into the biggest fear of whatever it strikes. In this case, this weird... Hoola hoop thingy... Whatever it is. Well, letâs test it, shall we?â
The Hog Priestâs assault was renewed again, slashing and swiping with the bizarre ring-like weapon, one of the ends of the âringâ detaching and flailing wildly as if seeking Vinn with a mind of its own. âOh! It detaches! So itâs like a bladed whip, too!â
âPut that away! You have no idea what youâre playing with!â
âNah, Iâm good, now please die quietly, or at least making a funny noise!â
The weapon was extremely confusing. It moved with a mind of its own, one end reattaching and the other detaching at seemingly random swings, clearly not the Priestâs doing, wounding Vinn with each tricky, impossible twirl of the notched edges. Vinn, catching him by surprise, leaned forward instead of retreating anymore, as his back would hit the wall any second now, and clinched the Priest, trying to knock his weapon away, his superior positioning allowing him to elbow the Priest right on the wounded shoulder.
âHraaa!â
âYouâre done!â
But as Vinn went for another deadly grip, on the exposed parts of the Priestâs robe, thanks to the earlier bloody burst and the tugging their clinch had brought to their clothes, he saw something that he simply couldnât comprehend.
Just below the left shoulder blade, there it was, a tattoo that he was sure was the circular object wreathed in something spiky he briefly saw on the girl yesterday. Seeing this, he immediately shoved the Priest and made some distance.
âOoph! What...? Youâll really regret giving me space to move ag-- Huh?â
âYou... Are the girl from yesterday, arenât you? The one who helped me with Mathanac!â
â...â
âWhy are you doing this? Itâs you, isnât it? I recognize the tattoo. You are the same height, too, now that I think about it.â
â...Aha, shit.â
With his free hand, nay, her free hand, the Priest removed the large pig mask and tossed it aside. Behind it was a beautiful girl with striking magenta eyes and shoulder length white hair, her right lock dyed black. A tragically familiar face, with a pained, regretful smile.
Just yesterday, they were hanging out in the streets of Stroln, trying to find Mathanac a job.
âHey there, Mister Exorcist. Catâs out of the bag, it seems!â
âWhy are you doing this...?â the anguished Vinn inquired.
âHey now, itâs not like we are lifelong friends or nothinâ, donât get all dramatic on me. This is just... Who I am, really. One half of the Hog Priest, protector of Mythics, and seeker of clarity.â
âWhat does that even mean? Why kidnap so much people?â
âMister Exorcist... Vinn. Look, please, just walk away. Pretend this never happened. Itâs impossible for you to believe me right now, I understand, but you gotta trust me, we are doing this for the common good. It sure as hell doesnât look like it now, but this is all for the good not just of Stroln, but of the world. We need these people, and weâre not gonna hurt them or anything! I promise!â
âHow can I possibly believe that when every moment since I stepped in here has been a fight to just stay alive?!â
âIf Exorcists were the kind of people that you could explain things to, we wouldnât need to do this! You are decent, Vinn, but you are the exception! Exorcists are a rotten bunch! Thereâs simply no more time, we need to--â
In the middle of her impassioned speech, an alarm went off on the bulky wristwatch the girl was wearing.Â
â...Tsk. Vinn, this is my last warning.â she murmured, with softness and honesty, not a hint of hostility to her voice. âYou really are a good guy. I could tell from how much effort you put into helping Mathanac yesterday, and with how much respect you treated him. Please, walk away. Retire from the Exorcists, and leave Stroln. Itâs going to get ugly, and we need people like you in the coming world, people that will receive Mythics with arms wide open. If we meet again in these conditions, know that I will not show you a shred of mercy.â
â...The coming world? Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âGood bye, Vinn. And for both our sakes, letâs not meet again until the next world arrives.â
The wicked weapon in her hand suddenly turned black, and then seemed to melt. As the ink peeled from it, its true shape as a baseball bat returned. Pulling a little detonator from the robeâs pocket, the girl smeared some of the neon paint the other masks had across her face and smiled farewell as she pressed it, an explosion nearby blasting a hole in the wall.
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                                      Meanwhile, in another room,                                       in another part of the building...
âIsnât the view up here just divine, Bastian Ashfield?â
âYeah, I gotta give it to you, man. Youâve gone and given me the perfect scenario, not gonna lie.â
âOh? Is that so? Would you mind elaborating?â
âI ainât much of a nature landscape fan, but urban stuff? Cities? My jam. Love âem. I also love interrogating domestic terrorists. In some minutes, Iâll be making you spit blood, curses, and answers while enjoying the beauty of Stroln in the afternoon, and that? Thatâs priceless. If I had a nice, bodacious babe to praise me while Iâm kneeing you in the throat, itâd be my second birthday, not gonna lie.â
âHaha! Confidence is really good. Exorcist scum really dream big, donât they?â
âDamn right we do, and I dream the biggest of them all. So, are we done flirting?â
âVery much so, Ashfield.â
The banter was followed with silent sizing up, not one of the two men moving an inch as they stood on top of the main buildingâs rooftop. It had been an arduous, lengthy pursuit, but it all came to this. Face to face at last with the wanted criminal, Hog Priest, the Hydromancer was already grinning like a madman. He truly had been waiting for a chance to unwind, you see.
Without warning, a sharp, potent tendril of pressurized water lunged directly towards the Priest like a lance, only to be met with an invisible wall, mana sparks and the sound of magical diffusion concluding with a mass of useless water falling helplessly to the floor. Stretching his arms, the Priest let out a chuckle, hundreds of incense sticks popping out of his robes all over his body.
âWhat...?â
âVervain incense, Ashfield.â the Priest explained mockingly. âVery strong magic retardant. For once in your life, splashing water around wonât save you.â
âIncense Magic... Never thought Iâd come across someone wacky enough to weaponize it for combat. Still, defense seems to be your only strong point, so I just need to punch through and Iâll be gold.â
âAnd how do you figure youâll do that?â
âWell, I could do this, for starters.â
Just as suddenly as the first tendril, two massive jets of water erupted behind Bastian, propelling him with immense speed towards the Hog Priest, getting close enough to use a pressurized water slash that came a hair short of beheading the porcine foe thanks to his reflexes, managing to duck just in time with only the maskâs top being sliced off.
âWoah, man! What happened to that âinterrogationâ? Dead men tell no tales!â
âYou can survive long enough without a piece of your face, no biggie.â calmly explained Bastian. â...That incense only protects you against long range magic, huh? Makes sense. The farther magic is from its caster, the less magic emission remains in it. That incense of yours has a heavy enough disruption that spells with little emission remaining in them will not be able to penetrate it, but the emission of my holy water is strong enough to pierce through it if I am close enough... You knew this, however.â
âAstute observation, mister miscreant. How do you figure the last part, though?â
The Exorcist smirked. âYou have a pistol hanging by a holster on your right hip under those robes. You intended to keep me away by using it, rendering me helpless to hurt you from afar. And it could have worked, had you actually stopped flapping your gums and actually focused on the fight. Youâre not much of a fighter, are you?â
Impressed, the Priest couldnât help but lift his arms in not-so-mocking surrender. â...Guilty as charged. Iâm not a fighter, no. My partner handles the direct combat end of the business, truth be told.â
A vinyl scratch inside Bastianâs head brought him to a full stop. âWait, partner? Hold on, so the decoy that Vinn went after--â
As shock overcame Bastian, the crafty hog quickly reached for the gun on his hip, but Bastian, seasoned fighter as he is, immediately closed the distance again with two water propulsion jets.
âYou got too cocky, shithead!â Bastian boasted, as his arm ascended to direct the water Priestwards, a splatter of crimson blood and the horrifying sound of ripping flesh polluting the air as a scream of agony echoed in the skies above the rooftop.
â...Did I, now, dear Ashfield?â
âW-what the shit...?â
With a loud thud, Bastian hit the floor harshly after being sent flying, a gash on his chest oozing blood. On the other side of the rooftop, the still-standing Priest had two massive spikes protruding from his chest, red with the blood of the Hydromancer they just downed. Removing his robe and torn mask, the Priest revealed short black hair, a scar on the right side of his face, and amber eyes. He looked like he was in his late 30s, with a mostly skinny, not-quite-lanky frame. Most notoriously, he was fully clad in stitched-together leather, crudely put together and of different animals by the looks of it. His jacket, shirt, pants, and even boots, all made of patchwork leather. The spikes slowly retracted back into his chest, seamlessly disappearing into his body, staining his shirt with the blood that was on the horns.
âYou jumped the gun, friend, pun absolutely intended. You didnât even consider I might have a way to deal with you up close.â
The blood oozing from Bastianâs chest slowly stopped, and it seemed to being drawn back into his chest by an unnatural force. âOh!â the Priest exclaimed. âYour command of Hydromancy never ceases to amaze, Ashfield! Pulling your own blood back inside you with it! I guess it takes grit like this in order to live in the way you have.â
âS-stop talkinâ as if you know shit about me... What the hell was that...? I sense... Necromancy?â panted the wounded Exorcist, still on the floor, unable to move much. That statement made the manâs face shine with joy.
âYou have a good eye, Ashfield. This is failed Necromancy... A poor manâs version, a mere counterfeit. Like every other Necromancer out there, Iâll never be a full fledged master of the death. However, I have no interest in that, and just this much control is good enough for me. My specialty is leather, allowing me to temporarily revive and reform any animal from leather, just for a short while, but hey, thatâs all I need. Bringing back people is way out of my scope and ability, haha. What you experienced just now were the horns of a bull whose hide I have stitched on this shirt.â With a jolly stride and a confident gait, he approached the felled Hydromancer to deliver the last blow. âIt was great playing with you, Ashfield, but you are a big pain in the ass, so I gotta put you out now, see ya!â From his right sleeve, a tigerâs foot materialized, razor sharp claws at the ready, and... Nothing. Nothing happened afterwards, as a spike seemed to have pierced the leather-clad man right through his chest. â...Ah... Haha, curses... Youâre right, Iâm not much of a fighter...â Bastian simply smirked again.
âThanks for getting close enough to let me use my own blood on your shirt like that. Love ya.â Bastian had used the blood he had splattered on his assailant to pierce him from point blank range, incapacitating both men. It was pointless to even try to attack each other at this point, as the counter would kill the other.
âPretty fancy necromancy you got there, friend. Leagues more creative than your run-of-the-mill shithead kid who revives a rat or a feral dog... Asperges Me, Domine.â commented Bastian as he put his hand on wound, controlling the blood so it stays inside while using a healing spell to close the wound.
âMe? Fancy? Donât lie to yourself, Ashfield. Your Hydromancy is far more interesting. I donât know how you get away with it, but surely more people have noticed itâs a facsimile, right?â the necromancer retorted, producing a needle from his utility belt and injecting himself in the arm.
â...!â
The Priest missed naught a beat in savoring the shock on Bastianâs face. âHeh, I knew it. You tricky scamp, of course Iâd notice. I have plenty of experience and knowledge on spellweaving theory. You, sir, are no Hydromancer.â
âI command water, thatâs Hydromancy, so youâre not really making a lot of sense here, amigo.â
âOh, way too late to try and play it cool, friend. The cat is already out of the bag. Hydromancy is a traditional art of the Shaman school of magic. You befriend a spirit of water, make a pact with them, and with the spirit as a proxy, you gain control over the element of water. You, sir, have no such contract. Hydromancers are rare because it wouldnât make sense to limit yourself to a single element. If you can make a pact with a water spirit, you surely can do the same with the other elements.â
âThereâs plenty of ways to control water, Sir Pig.â
âYup, and you are employing none of them. A way to bypass the pact with a spirit is to master control of remote mana particle emission, but that would only allow you to project water at short range, and without much potency. Thereâs far more practical uses of such power, and you make no use of them, meaning you have no such mastery. I can prove you havenât made a single contract with a spirit of water as well, because you utilize holy water in your Hydromancy. Imbuing water with foreign energies, such as the holy energies of the Arc, is an insult to the spirits, and it would weaken your water, if not sever your pact with the spirit outright. Your water is most assuredly very powerful.â
â...â
âJust what are you, Bastian Ashfield? How come you can use water in the way you do? Could this be, perhaps, some sort of divi--â
âShut the hell up!â
His wound finally closed, Bastian haphazardly stood up, ready to continue the fight. With a resigned, if not bemused sigh, the incense master stood up as well. âMm, the drugs kicked in. Alright, letâs go, Hydroboy. Hit me with the best fake water you can muster, haha.â
âMan, props to you, you really get under my skin!â
As round two began, tendrils of water clashed with powerful tiger claws, pressurized jets of water were deflected by a tortoise shell, and a crocodileâs head was stopped from biting Bastianâs carotid artery just barely thanks to water spikes produced at the last second. The two men were evenly matched, and just as their dance was reaching its utmost violence, the large wristwatch on the manâs right wrist rang off an alarm.Â
â...Time flies when youâre having a blast. Well, Ashfield, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I must take my leave. This has gone long enough.âÂ
Producing a small detonator from his pocket, the man pressed it without any hesitation or explanation -- apparently learning something about not flapping your gums in front of the enemy and just doing what you need to do --Â and jumped off the railings of the rooftop, a series of explosion engulfing other parts of the warehouse complex.
âShit, wait! You!â Bastian yelled as he approached the railings. Looking down, he saw the man safely running down the side of the building. That is, manifesting two long and thick ostrich legs from his back that stepped with such strength that their feet dug into the concrete of the building, safety being able to descend that way. âBastard! He had it all planned...! I gotta get down there!â
âAdieu, my dear Ashfield! The nameâs Balthazar Wharwood! Forget me not! Haha!â
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âFatima, Daryl, help me shield the civilians from the debris! Nadja, go and assess the situation behind the building those two went to, itâs possible they might need your help with their escape if they havenât captured them yet!â
With a collective âroger!â, everyone got to their task as assigned by Fiona, Nadjaâs agile strides quickly getting her inside of the building.Â
âI gotta say, Chief! Yer pretty cool when ya ainât drunk off your ass!â excitedly proclaimed Daryl as he helped carry the no-longer hostile, but very much disabled civilians out of the dangerous warehouse.
âIf thatâs your idea of a compliment, my idea of gratitude will be to knock your lights out with a flawless right hook once we are out of here!â Fiona barked back.
âKeep your heads in the game, please! I cannot carry all of them safely without you to help me, even with this Manticore body!â pleaded Fatima as she carried as many people as she could on her back, safeguarding them with her wings.
Every couple of seconds, a new bomb went off, ever increasing the threat to the people in the premises. With just their limited numbers, they were saving as many people as they could.
                        ââ-
As Vinn finally reached the first floor, he made a beeline for the door that leads to the street, coming face to face with Nadja, who came from another hallway.Â
âAre you alright, Ingram?â
âIâve been worse, but no time to chit chat, sheâs getting away!â
âShe? The Hog Priest is a woman?â
âIâll explain later, but if you see a girl with magenta eyes and white hair, sheâs our mark.â
âAcknowledged.â
As the novice duo went into the street, there, in the distance, was the girl in the red robes with the baseball bat, alongside a tall, skinny man clad fully in leather. â...That must be the other Hog Priest next to her.â
âHog Priest is two people? What a day. Iâll take the man, you go for the girl, since you were fighting her recently, you know what tricks to expect from her.â
They both nodded and dashed with all their might towards the Hog Priest duo, but just as they were reaching them, a line of machine gun fire threatened to fill them with holes, the two Exorcists backing away at the nick of time.Â
âAh, just on time, Sir Gatling Knight!â Balthazar greeted with joy, grabbing the white haired girl by the hand and running away towards a black van that awaited them nearby. The girl herself had no words, and just looked at Vinn in the eye one last time, bitterness and disappointment in those magenta eyes, before facing the truck and never looking back.
âDarn! What was that...!? Ingram, back away.â
âDonât worry, Wharwood...â a muffled, sinister, if uninterested voice finally replied. âIâll keep them away from you while you run with your tail between your legs.â
From their left side, a tall man clad from tip to toe in riot gear with several ornate engravings, a ballistic helmet with a visor that hid his face, and a cape on each shoulder that draped over the entirety of each arm approached them, a heavy machine gun trained at them casually with just one hand.
âIâve no orders to kill you, but I can make an exception if you insist on pursuing them.â he announced not as a threat, but as a promise, the green machine gun disappearing behind the green cape, vanishing just like that.
âMove aside. Weâve no time to waste with you while they are escaping...!â Nadja commanded as she rushed not towards the van, but at the man himself. âYou can give us answers, too!â
âWait, Nadja! Donât!â
But Vinnâs warning came too late. In just the flash of an eye, Nadja lunged at the man with a stake, which he shot out her hand with a pistol he produced out of thin air behind the green cape, making her recoil from the shock. As she fell, from his other hand came a shotgun, which he pressed against her gut and shot, the blood she spewed staining his visor and riot chestpiece.
âG-guah...!â
âN-Nadja!â
âWorthless. You, boy. Donât make waste more ammo. The van is gone, anyways. You have no more reason to oppose me.â The armored man then simply threw the wounded Nadja at Vinn, turned around, and walked towards a manhole without the cover, presumably where he came from.
âWho are you? Why are you helping them?â Vinn asked as he tried to stabilize the wounded Nadja.
â...Iâm the Gatling Knight, and why I help them is none of your business, but mark my words, on my honor as a Knight, if you oppose them, then you are bound to face me again, and if that happens, Iâll shoot you down where you stand. The first time you see me is a warning. The second time is your funeral. Be smart and donât recklessly pursue your funeral. Now, tend to that fool. Her Domunus Tecum is flawless. If treated, she might survive.â
â...â
âHoh, thatâs a hateful glare, if Iâve ever seen one. Consider this, kid: You attack me now, you will meet the asphalt just as she did. You are exhausted from fighting Sacrifice, so youâre not at your 100%. I take you down now, and both of you die. You take her back, she might just make it. Your call. I can spare a few bullets, if you truly wish to force my hand.â
Cursing under his breath, Vinn had no choice but to carry Nadja back to where the other Exorcists were, as it was pointless to stay here, what with the Priests having escaped and his colleague nearing death with every passing second.
To call this operation successful would be a joke, Vinn though to himself.
â...And what did he mean by âSacrificeâ...?â
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                                                 August 7th                                                  12:01 PM                                              7th Officeâs Infirmary
â...And thatâs what happened on my end.â said Vinn, concluding his report.
âI see, we both had a dog of a day, it seems. Damn pigs...â the bed-bound Bastian said with a half-laugh. â...Never imagined the Hog Priest, well, Priests would show up like this and cause this much trouble mere days after you started. You must really be cursed to end with me as your partner and those two wackos as your first foes, bwahaha.â
The younger Exorcist couldnât help but laugh. âMan, the Academy really didnât prepare me for this, I want a freaking refund. How are you holding up?â
âDoc says I gotta chill for the rest of today and tomorrow, and I should be golden. Oh, dunno if you heard, but after yesterday, all six of us have been given today and tomorrow as days off to recover properly. Which sucks, because itâs two days I gotta spend cooped up in here. Well, at least the good doc will keep me company, right?â
âIâll just make it easy on myself and juice you up with so many painkillers that youâll simply sleep the two days away, honestly.â doctor Aria casually commented from the other side of the Infirmary, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
âAww, come on, Aria, you donât gotta be that way.â jokingly commented Bastian. Vinn was somewhat surprised at how well these two seemed to get along. Bastian getting along with anyone was kind of a surprise. âSo, yeah, go and take it easy, and... Discard that long face, boyo.â
â...Hm?â
âOh, donât HMM me, Vinn Ingram.â the Hydromancer chided. âI know your goody-two-shoes stiff little ass is probably all depressed because of how they got away yesterday. But, the fact is, the operation was successful.â
â...Was it really?â
âIt was. We all survived, for starters. Nadja is in critical state, but Aria here is the best Arc damned doctor Iâve met in my life, and that Iâll possibly meet in my life, plus, Nadjaâs Domunus was apparently strong enough that a point blank shotgun blast didnât shred her organs to pieces. That shouldâve killed her immediately, and yet, here she is. Sheâll recover, I guarantee it. The rest of us were just battered and wounded to varying degrees, but we pulled through. The civilians? No casualties whatsoever. The bombs were a distraction, and none of them were placed anywhere where there were civilians. Fatima, Fiona, and Daryl made sure to evacuate all of them and search several times for more of them. All the missing people have been accounted for. We rescued them, Vinn.â
â...I didnât consider it this way...â
âLook, man, I know seeing them escape is a kick in the dick, I know, but consider the rest of everything. Weâll get another shot at them, but had anyone died, thereâs no coming back from that one. Not all of them are gonna go all flowers and sunshine, and hell, look at you, you are practically unscathed. Compare and contrast with my dumb ass that got saddled in bed. Itâs fine, man. Youâll go crazy if you consider anything short of perfection a failure, man.â
â...Haha.â
âHm? Whatâs up?â
âNothing, nothing, itâs just so freaking weird to hear you be so nice and supportive, Bastian, thatâs all, haha.â
âYeah, and itâll cost you 5000 patros. I expect them by the end of the month.â
âHahaha, but really, thank, it helps a lot to hear thatâ Vinn said with a smile.
âOi oi, donât go smiling at me now, save those for nice girls, like the doc here. Hey doc, can I get a smile?â
Aria, without looking at him, just flipped him her middle finger.
âBwahahaha, yeah, love you too, doc. Alright, Vinn, go enjoy your day off. Trust me, youâll learn to treasure them.â
âAlright, Iâll just drop by the office to say hi to Nick and Dani and then go home.â
âGood idea. Oh, and Vinn?â
âYeah?â
âA bit late, but welcome to the 3rd Division. We are going to get revenge on those sumbitches when round two comes, yeah?â
âYou fuckinâ bet we will.â
It might not have been ideal, it might have been perilous, but what Bastian said was true, the operation was, ultimately, a success. A mass kidnapping prevented is indeed good news to numerous families, no one can deny that. The day was saved, and while the root of the problem is still alive, it would be foolish to not enjoy this little moment of peace, or so Vinn thought at least. Whatever little moments of peace he might have from now on, he must make the most of them, for he understands that this is merely the calm before the storm.
The girlâs words echoed in his head, particularly the âcoming worldâ she mentioned. Stroln was slowly but surely being submerged in conflict, and with it, the casualties that inevitably come from the crossfire. More than anything, Vinn wanted to prevent that.
The future looked uncertain and bleak for Vinn, but at the same time, he witnessed firsthand how capable the 7th Office was.
As the door closed behind him, Vinn walked away from the Office, ready to rest his body and prepare his spirit for the trials that he knew were coming, and that he knew Bastian and him and the rest of the 7th would deal with.Â
The world he wants rides on this, too, after all.
â...What a nice day for a nap.â
    Of incense, ink stains, and the murky menace lurking beneath it all:                    â Chapter 3: Neon War Paint â                                End
                                      To be continued in Chapter 4
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Farqua jumps into the train. Matro immediately presses the brakes. April steps forwards with her metal pipe but Matro gestures her to stop.Â
Matro: Donât worry about this one! Best yâleave this one with the adults.
Farqua: Matroâs right.
Farqua transforms his arm into a shovel.Â
Farqua: I bet heâll handle this, fine.
Matro: Look at that. You've brought out your favourite shovel. Câmon, whatâs the deal?
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Pillia: So! You want your parts back? Well, youâve got a couple questions to answer, first.Â
Farqua: Câmon, letâs face it, Pillia. Even if I did answer, I wouldnât get my parts back until who knows when! So, no can do.Â
Matro: The jacketâs off, Farqua. That means Iâm all serious business.
April/Pillia: ⊠*snicker*
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Matro: Now, tell us, Farqua⊠Where were you getting these orders from?Â
Farqua: *sigh* Câmon, do I have to answer this one? Gettinâ my ass kicked is the last thing I want from âem! And trust me, you donât wanna know who they are, eitherâŠ
Matro: Well, I wouldnât mind the consequence, just as long as I get to see you getting your âass kicked.â Now, thatâs some prime entertainment I wouldnât mind seeing!
Pillia: I second that!
Matro: Wh- Lia?!
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Matro: ⊠Anyway! You;ll be helping us get to âem. You do have all the information we need, right?Â
Farqua: Haha! Whatever! Just good luck tryna what â talk âem outta this?Â
Matro: Oh? Well, if we ever get to the point where thatâs not possible, thenâÂ
Farqua: YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST⊠TALK TO âEM AND TELL âEM TO STOP?! HAHAHA!
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Matro drives. Farqua sits half-asleep at the shotgun. April and Pillia sit at the passenger seats. The remainder of the train is empty. Matro glances at Farqua for a moment. He taps Farquaâs head.
Matro: Farqua? âEllo? ...Ey? [Pause] ...You awake? Because I was wondering if it was okay if I played my music for a bit. [Pause] FarquaâŠ? Yâlow-bat or something? [Pause] HmphâŠ
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Farqua: UGH, screws in my ports - Yâall are little schtutts!
Pillia and April laugh a little. Farqua grumpily leans on the wall next to him.
Matro: âEy. Keep that vocabulary out of kids, Farqua.Â
Farqua: ...
Matro: ⊠Aw, come on, cheer up! [Pause] ...Alright, Iâll leave you be,
Farqua looks at a dashboard doll of himself thatâs stuck on Matroâs dashboard with a suction cup.
Farqua: [mumbling] Oh. That thingâs still there. Surprised ya even kept it-
Matro: What was that?
Farqua: Nothinâ.
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Matro: And on that anni-
Farqua: Just say âbirthday,â old man.
Matro: Iâm still depicted as to being in me 30s, thanks!
Farqua: Yeah. Late 30s.
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Matro: [whispering] âEy? I donât see why they shouldnât know about the matter!
Farqua: [whispering] Well, y- [normally] Ya know what? Fine, go keep at it. See if I care?
Matro: [whispering] Hmhm, tempting. Yâalmost got me, there-
Parent: FarquaâŠ? Heâs here?
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Doc: [To Matro] Oh yeah, thatâs right; it has been a while. Itâs good to see you, then!
Matro, while looking at Doc, types something on his electronic notebook behind him.Â
Matro: Donât mean to bother you, but howâve you been? You alright?
Matro pretends to accidentally drop the notebook under his dashboard.
Doc: (Offscreen) Oh⊠Really, really busy. Well, Iâm glad Iâve found this time to talk to you.
Now under the dashboard, the notebook reads âmakr a sound and your DEAD!!!â
Farqua: âŠ
Matro: (Offscreen) Oh yeah, I think so too.
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Farqua: Can I have my legs back?
Matro: Youâre faster than me.Â
Farqua: What about my arms?
Matro: Can you hand-stand?
Farqua: You bet.
Matro: Then no.
Farqua: Then, what if I promised I wouldnât run off?
Matro: What level are you in lying?
Farqua: Level one.
Matro: You big liar! Youâre a level five from last time we tested!Â
Farqua: *Sigh*Â
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Farqua: Heâs got a diary? Why dontcha read it?
Matro: Uh- No! April, Lia - don't do that!Â
Farqua: And why shouldnât they?Â
Matro: Well, not that it matters to you, but whether Sarlifeâs a bad person or not doesn't mean those two shouldn't respect his privacy!
Farqua: Theyâre kids! Let âem have their fun.
Matro: Câmon, yâjust want a peep at Sarlifeâs diary, donât you.
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OVERSHARING ASKS MEME Â /// Â not accepting
( Â WHO DO YOU WISH YOU COULD BE HONEST WITH ?? Â /// Â WHO HAVE YOU HARBORED ( ANY KIND OF !! ) SECRET FEELINGS TOWARDS ?? Â /// Â WHO WOULD THE WORLD BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ?? Â /// Â WHO DO YOU WISH YOUâD TREATED DIFFERENTLY ?? Â )
         â  iâll admit, when you first asked me to have a cup of coffee with you, i didnât think it would involve ANSWERING A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS, togami-kun. but itâs fine ââ heh at least thereâs no excuse like â amnesia â to get in the way this time.   â CURIOSITY CERTAINLY IS INTRIGUING TO LURE HIM BACK into her presence once again. asking for an audience takes it far likely as an honor  /  theyâre co-workers and allies, on a professional level, after all  /. without admitting it, the lilac woman took note about this invitation being â unlike him â. his interest wouldnât die to this day; lilacs somehow soften vaguely over a persistent mind that eggs her on. like a stubborn boy who refuses to leave the toy store without his favored one, heâs here with that similar gaze. one of the utmost confidence is practically begging to be severed by a porcelain stare. she could alter it without difficulty ââ heâs grown softer with a touch of DEVELOPMENT IN HIS CHARACTER.      itâs a refreshing taste, sheâll admit to favoring ⊠       theyâve all grown up.
         pale lips curl into a faint smile, taking a sip of the coffee to proceed their little â interrogation â. such a stubborn man, she thought. â  well, i can safely say that i have never spoken a lie in my life. the honesty i carry is always revealed to the person right before me. i donât favor TWISTING THE TRUTH for the sake of not hurting someoneâs feelings. should they harbor ill-will, i rather hear it than having the truth stretched to their favor. which is why i grow a liking to your â cold honesty â, togami-kun â mine levels into consideration for a personâs feelings while saying the truth. thereâs no need to be concerned ⊠i am being honest with you.   â for a togami heir who reigns in absolute solitude, he had concerns over her honesty. it was a test to provoke some kind of lies she harbored in the past. everything felt too persistent for unraveling those hidden chapters within her life. itâs fairly hard to recall every fragment of memory from one class of therapy. even now, there still lurks UNCERTAINTY SWIMMING AROUND HER HARDENED HEART to this day âââ        itâs frightful.          another sip was taken from her coffee, letting the bitter liquid quench her throat with ease. there lies no judgment behind one answer but the following question summons a faint chuckle to escape.
         what a â violent â means to enter a womanâs heart, a vague thought of hers surfaced. â  ⊠hmhm, trying to hone my personal affairs togami-kun? i didnât think you were the kind of man who was the romance type.  â
         teasing tone vividly calls out the man who stands there practically unnerved; of course it wouldnât affect him. naturally it was a primary instinct into retaliate someoneâs desire to intrude her personal affairs. she canât say itâll be the final laugh of hers when figuring out a proper strategy. no one dares to question about these HIDDEN FEELINGS SHE RATHER NOT EXPOSE so blindly. call it her own means of protecting herself from utter humiliation. taunts and teases wonât be a problem as gloved fingers cared to brush lavender strands. letâs see if â this sates his curiosity â; faint mumble could have sworn into revealing. the cup of coffee managed to mute those intentions of provoking further uncertainty. even the lilac leader had no clue to what the heir thought about her  /  cold, sharp tongue made it difficult to communicate clearly  /. thereâs no true lies behind the following confession she had in store for him. â  ââ what if i said you were the one i have SECRET FEELINGS FOR, togami-kun? then again, you didnât specify â what type of feelings â they would be except being a secret. heh, iâll leave it for you to decide on what they are if you like to know more.   â dotes a friendly smile before taking another sip of her coffee:         what a terrifying woman.            no remorse is held back until her mood drastically shifts to a tight clench around her bosom. the cupâs form is also gripped tightly, like an iron grip awaiting to shatter this glass. itâs settled down with gloved fingers resting against the detectiveâs lap drowning in absolute silence.
         â  ⊠is that even a real question you have to ask? we all understand better than anyone who the world is better off without, togami-kun. we know that far too well.  â ENOSHIMA JUNKO; otherwise known to the world as the ultimate despair who influenced chaos and horrific ideals. that abnormality had no need to be breathed out the name ââ she â denies her existence â all together out of spite. the hatred running deep in these veins could measure in high pressure, waiting for it to explode. remaining composed became a challenge especially in front of someone who also carries a familiar grudge. theyâve been wrong ⊠used as tools ⊠      their family and pride damaged ⊠        hate never ran so deep. to think he could pop up this inquiry when itâs fully well-known; a world without the horrid woman walking among the living became one step closer to hope. at least, thatâs how IT SHOULD BE ⊠lilacs fixate on the heir, almost nodding in confirmation. speaking much about the matter will arise unwanted â recalls â about those bloody trials. â  who i wished to treat differently, you say? well that depends. there may be plenty of people i could name on the spot when it comes to treating them differently. but if i had to specify one person, i suppose i would choose ââ   â
         their time together would be drawn to a closure, noting the empty cup resting against the table. she canât say it was a struggle to bare with a laid back attitude. strangely put, thereâs been some amount of fun when interacting like this with a formerly obnoxious heir. most reactions offered an unpredictable outcome to those features of his, almost unique in their own way. rarely leaving any kind of impression, there lies a stoic complexion as she rises from her seat. beckoning her way was the final question and she turns around, without redirecting a proper gaze. underneath those features lurks one smile he surely wonât be witnessing again. â  ⊠you. thank you for the cup of coffee, togami-kun. it was pleasant to speak with you on these matters. goodbye.   â with that, their discussion ended and the lilac leader returned to fulfill the remaining duties left at her office.  ///  @tcgami
#tcgami#â â â inquiries hold depth to the enigmatic lavender  /  cases responded#â â â memoirs unknown to what lies as truth  /  prompts#â â â enigmatic presence depicts no words but arises mystery  /  ic#long post tw#( ahhh i hope this was alright !! and thanks for the questions once again. )#( but togami's not gonna get the satisfaction ---- kirigiri is. )
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Chapter 34: Unwilling Sisters-in-Arms
I awoke the next day feeling a lot better. The Kokiri were alive and well, considering the circumstances. Link was with me, and we had finally gotten a good nightâs sleep. For the first time since this mess began, I felt something akin to optimism. Link was already awake, propping himself up on his elbows. Next to our pile of leaves stood a Kokiri boy, holding two bowls with nuts and fruit in them. âI brought breakfast for both of you.â âThank you so muchâ, Link said kindly. âWe really appreciate it.â âYou should thank Jenna. She was up really early gathering food for everyone.â I looked over to Jennaâs pile of leaves, where she sat and was having breakfast. Link and I took our bowls, and before I could to anything, Link snatched a piece of apple from my bowl and shoved it into his mouth. âHey!â, I said with a giggle, but then I noticed his serious expression. In a hushed voice, he told me:âI wasnât trying to be cute. This was just a safety measure. To make sure that she didnât put anything into your food.â âAnd what if she put something into your food?â, I replied, taking a piece of pear from his bowl and eating it before he could stop me. â...hm, tastes fine, and I donât feel anything.â He let out a long, drawn out sigh. âPlease leave the food-testing to me in the future. During my travels, I often had to improvise when it came to food, so I have a strong stomach.â We ate our breakfast, and once the bowls were empty, we set them down. âSo⊠do you think that the shard of the Master Sword could be here in the temple?â, I asked, deeming this a good opportunity to discuss strategy. âI donât think soâ, he replied. âAnd⊠thereâs something else bothering me. Donât you think things have been too easy thus far?â âIâve mostly just been thankful for that.â Link took his sword from its scabbard and began examining it for any wear and tear. âWe canât rely on it going on like that. Cassandra may have promised to make it as easy as possible for us, but thereâs only so much she can do, now that Ganondorf knows what weâre doing.â I remained quiet for a moment. âEither way, we have to find the shard of the Master Sword. It has to be somewhere here in the forest.â âHmhmâŠ.â Link was still examining and cleaning his sword. âIn the forest⊠Maybe somewhere in the deeper part of the Lost Woods.â âYou think so?â âI mean, it makes sense, doesnât it? Take it to a place thatâs so wide and open it would take forever to search for it. He views his servants as expendable anyway, so he could just have sent one or two of them to hide the shard in the woods, trusting that they would turn into Stalfos if they werenât Stalfos already, and let them act as the shardâs guardians.â At that point, Jenna got up from her pile of leaves and then walked over to us. âSo, whatâs the plan?â We both gave her an odd look. âWhy do you want to know that?â âBecause I will help you, of course. I can fight, and three pairs of eyes see more than two.â I bit my lower lip, trying to decide whether to welcome or reject her. She was right; we could use the help. Then I turned to my husband. âWhat do you think?â âWe should accept.â Jennaâs face lit up. âOh, fantastic! You wonât regret it, I swear! Hold on, Iâll go grab my phoenix circles!â âPhoenix circles?â, I muttered as she scrambled away.
When she returned a few minutes later, she was holding the probably gaudiest pair of weapons I had ever seen. They were circular blades, seemingly made of gold and encrusted with shining jewels. âBy the Goddessesâ, I mumbled, but said nothing else. Instead, I just grabbed my naginata. Link had finished taking care of his sword and sheathed it again. âAlright then. Letâs go.â
The Kokiri bid us goodbye as we left, wishing us luck and begging us to bring peace back to the forest and then come back safely. Even Mido came up to Link, grabbed his wrist, looked him firmly in the eyes and said:âIf you die, I will never forgive you.â Link gave him a somewhat patronising pat on the head. âHey, I saved your behind a lot of times already. This one wonât be any different.â We climbed down the vine in front of the temple and than made our way east, towards the border of Hyrule, deeper into the forest. Once we left the safe zone around the temple, Link took my hand again. âHold onto me. Jenna, hold onto Rebecca.â âBut why?â, Jenna complained. âIâm not some small child that needs her hand held! At least not by Rebecca!â âDo you want to turn into a Stalfos, Jenna?â, Link asked somewhat aggressively. âBecause thatâs how you turn into a Stalfos. Now take my wifeâs hand and stop complaining.â Jenna pouted, but took my offered hand and followed us. âWhat if we have to fight?â âI suppose itâs okay to let go thenâ, Link said slowly, as if he had to consider his answer first. âAnd be careful. The magic of the Lost Woods gets stronger the deeper we get into it. Different realities overlap here. Itâs also where I found the portal to Termina.â âOther realities?â, I asked. âYesâ, Jenna said in a soft, surprised voice. âLike that one?â We looked over to where she was pointing, and there stood a huge farmhouse. It kind of reminded me of the main building back on LonLon Ranch. Except this house was bigger and had a white fence around it, with a stable, a barn, a coop and a pen for animals. The door opened, and out came Link. Or rather, something that looked like Link. If I had a rupee for every fake version of my husband I have seen on this journey thus far, I could buy a house like this, I thought dryly. And this one was more than obviously fake. He was even more idealized than the fake Link I had encountered in Ganondorfâs childhood home. He was taller than my Link, and way more muscular, while still having his soft face. His eyes were so intensely blue that it almost hurt looking at them. Kind of like looking at the sun. And from behind him came four children; the first one a boy that looked like a younger version of him, then a brown-haired girl, then a set of twins, with the boy being blonde and the girl being brunette. And the fake Link was smiling at Jenna. âJenna, my love! Where have you been? The children have been missing you!â Jenna was almost in tears. âOh Link, my love! I knew we would eventually find each other!â She was about to let go of me, but I grabbed her wrist and yanked her over to me. âJenna, donât be a fool! What youâre seeing isnât your reality! He probably mistakes you for his reality's version of you!â âBut...â, she began. âNo âbutâ! Do you want to be lost forever and turn into a monster?!â She was trembling, but with a lot of effort, managed to turn away from that fulfilled wish of hers. âLetâs go.â Link nodded and ran ahead, and we followed, with the desperate calls of the fake⊠no, the other Link wailing after us.
We only stopped when we absolutely couldnât keep that pace up anymore. We let go of each other; as long as we werenât on the move, there was no danger of getting lost. Link sat down on a fallen tree and Jenna sank to the ground quietly whimpering to herself. I sat down next to her, avoiding eye-contact. âIâm proud of you, Jenna.â She looked up with teary eyes. âH-huh?â âWhat you did there. Turning away from a reality where all your dreams have come true. That must have been incredibly hard. But you did it, and I commend you for it.â She sniffled. âWell.. you were right. That Link had his own Jenna, one that was probably pretty different from who I am, and just shared my face.â She wiped her tears away with her sleeves. âDo you think thatâs what my children with Link would have looked like?â I shrugged. âI guess. They looked similar enough to both of you.â She was quiet for a moment, before proceeding:âLink Jr., Elyesia, Roan and Reena.â âHuh?â âThatâs what I would have named them.â I took a deep breath. And then smiled at her. â...those are good names.â Now she met my gaze. âI never asked what your sonâs name is.â âGareth. We⊠we named him Gareth.â She chuckled, though still sounding choked. â...thatâs a good name, too.â It was strange how watching her face her wishes and reject them in favor of the greater good had made me sympathetic towards her. For the first time since I met her, I actually felt fond of Jenna. Link had watched the exchange wordlessly, but now he got up. âWe still have some daylight left. Letâs continue.â
We continued onward, fighting our fair share of monsters on the way. Most of them being Dekus and Dekuranhas, but also stumbling upon one Moblin on the way. Gaudy as they were, Jenna absolutely knew how to use her phoenix circles effectively, and with her the help of her skills, Linkâs swordsmanship and my somewhat shaky abilities with the naginata, we made out way towards a big tree that seemed to be a good spot to set up camp. Link and I gathered up some dry wood, which Jenna then lit on fire with the help of a pair of flintstones she had been carrying with her. As we sat around the campfire, Jenna looked up at me an gave me a somewhat sly grin. âSoooo⊠are you two planning to have any more children?â I looked over at Link, but he was already asleep, so I had to answer. âWhy does it always come down to kids with you?â, I asked somewhat exasperated, but it was a fond kind of exasperation. âI donât know. Gareth wasnât exactly planned, but in the future, when things have gotten better, sure.â âAnd?â âAnd what?â âHow many? And do you already have names in mind for them?â I stared into the flames until my eyes hurt. âWe wanted to name a girl Carys. But beyond that⊠Iâve honestly never thought about it. I usually stick to the saying âWe cross that bridge when we get to itâ.â âAw, thatâs no fun.â âDo you have the names of all of your future children planned out? I mean, beyond the four you have already told me?â She grinned. âOf course! I have tons of names⊠too bad I lost my wagon to a group of Ganondorfâs goons. I had a whole book with name ideas.â âA whole book?â, I asked incredulously. âJust how many children do you plan to have?â âAs many as the Goddesses will give me.â I thought about it some more. Thought about all of the romance novels I had read as a girl, searching in my memories for names I would like my children to have. âPerhaps Aiden for another boy⊠and Inessa for another girlâ, I finally said. âBut Link and I will need a bigger house if we want to have more than one child. Our house in the city only has space for one nursery, and I would like each of our children to have a room of their own.â âHmmm⊠yeah, that would be bestâ, she hummed thoughtfully and then yawned. âWe should probably sleep as well. We will need all of our strength tomorrow.â âTrueâ, I said. âGâNight, Jenna.â I rested my head on the bedroll, but before I fell asleep, I opened my eyes one last time. âOh, and Jenna?â âHmhm?â âThanks for the breakfast.â
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A mem of me working- The subject was alive.. So it was interesting
Warnings of gore and death
"Ooohh... Hehehe You'll be my greatest work yet... Hmhm.." I run a hand over his chest, "Ah- But don't worry... I'll try not to kill you... Though that would be fairly difficult, right?"
I grab a knife, running its side over his stomach, "Have you ever seen your own organs before? I'm sure it must be fun... I never had the opportunity in my living years... And now it's to late- Ah well... I have you and other subjects... But you're the important one now~"
I turn the knife so its blade is pressing into skin, "Aanywayy.. I should stop rambling and get to work, no? Things.. May start to hurt~" I press the blade into him, slicing a neat line from the bottom of his chest, down to the edge of his pants.
I smile, watching beads of blood form across the new wound. I place the knife aside, "Ah- I just noticed... You never answered my question..." I rest my hands on his stomach, my thumbs running over the wound, "Have you ever seen your own organs?"
"N-no.. I have not-"
"Would you like to~?!" My thumbs hook his skin and pull, tearing the simple cut into a hole. Blood splatters across my face and I hear him hiss from the sudden pain. "Oh my apologies, was that a bit of a shock? Suppose I may want to give more warning? Hmm... But whats the fun in that, right?" I shove my hand into the cavity, easily sliding between bits of his intestines. I grab something and pull- Ah.. Just another piece of intestine... Boring but oh well. I continue pulling the intestines out, "Oh ho ho... Intestines are fairly boring... But aren't they pretty? In a strange way~"
I snip out the organ, tossing it to the organ table, "I'm sure you won't need that for a bit, right?"
"Um- What exactly.. Are you doing-?"
I hum, poking around at his remaining organs, "Observing... Testing your regenerative abilities... The usual..." I pull out another organ- His stomach I believe, I squish it in my hand for a bit before cutting it out, "It isn't to hard to infer my objectives, you shouldn't need to ask... You're fairly high in the class structure, Highest I've ever worked with anyway... I have no doubts of your intelligence."
"I dunno, science dude... I've met some higher ups who were pretty stupid..."
"Hmm- Well yes I suppose there are some exceptions... But there's so much knowledge to gain in this place... I'm almost glad I was sent here." I reach back into the cavity, pulling his liver... It's clearly damaged, "Hmm... You must drink often?"
"Ah- haha.. Yeah.. My favorite pass time 'round here" he brings his hand to his head, smiling toward me.
My brow raises as I give him a deadpan look, "Mmhmm... Despite your abilities, you have still managed to damage it?" I huff, tossing aside the liver, "I surely hope your lungs aren't as bad? I know drinking and smoking are common down here since death is much harder, but they still do quite a bit of damage."
He laughs, "Sorry man, 'm afraid they may be just as bad.. Not much ta do 'round here that aint killin"
I huff, "I wouldn't expect a mid high would have an issue with killing, you must have done it often while alive to be where you're at."
"Well yeah, sure... But shit gets boring after awhile... Only so many ways ta kill... Only so many interestin' kills in the first place"
"Hmm... I have yet to hit the flat line you seem to have... I can never get bored of the sound of breaking ribs~" I giggle lightly, "Speaking of ribs, do hold your breath~" he takes a breath, and I tear the hole larger, snapping his ribcage in two.
I tisk lightly, seeing his lungs, "Seems you were correct... You're lungs look horrid... If I'm remembering correctly, you're from the 80's, right?" I grab a blade.
"Yeah-?"
"Then do tell me-" I slam the blade into the empty space, just missing his spine, "HOW THE HELL HAVE YOU DAMAGED YOURSELF SO BADLY IN SUCH A SHORT TIME?!?! I'VE SEEN DEMONS FROM THE 1800'S WITH CLEANER ORGANS!!! THIS IS REDICULOUS!!!"
He jumps, "Woah woah- D-dude- Chill-"
"There is no reason to "chill" when someone with your physique and ability is wasting away despite being able to regenerate!!"
He gives me a confused look- Did I confuse him..?
"Why are you looking at me like that-"
"....Is that your fucked up way of hitting on me?"
.... "Excuse me?"
"Dude I'm pretty sure you just complimented me"
"... You're disgusting." I pull my blade out, "Do you really think I'd have interest in a lab rat?"
"U-uh..."
"You're nothing but a play thing. You mean nothing... Frankly you never meant anything. Oh sure I mention that you really should take care of your organs. And in doing so mention that you have a strong body. That in no way means I have interest in you, you wretch"
"Dude relax- Sorry- Guess I jumped to conclusions-" he looks away from me, and I hear him mumble within his head, "Shame.. You were cute, too-"
I growl, "I think I've grown tired of you... Shame, it's hard to find someone of your abilities"
"Wh-"
I lift my blade, "I know I said I'd try not to kill you but... It must be done for your... Horrendous behavior"
Before he can question me, I slam the blade down on his neck, nearly cutting his head off in one swing. I push the blade the rest of the way through before looking back at the demons face. It's stuck in a state of fear... Blood drips from his mouth. I huff, tossing my knife to its place on the tool cart, "It really is a shame... I was enjoying your company."
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[ficlet] #10 Mad (Jack and Miles)
Continuing 30 Days of Jack. Had a bit of unusual inspiration on this one and Iâm not sure how I feel about it but here goes. this oneâs a little long but I couldnât think of any satisfactory way to cut it down. (Made a few edits later this evening thanks to some suggestions!)
All of these are under the tag â30 days of jackâ
Series note: These start out Jack/Sarina moving to Jack/Julian (as you can see lol). These arenât always being posted in chronological order. For now the timeline is as follows: 1, 2, 7, 4, 8, 3, 5, 10, 9, 6, bonus #a
Warnings: none really except the usual Jack stream of consciousness
      âDid Bashir tell you to wear that hm?â Jack is holding the racquet tightly to his chest, clutching it hard so that he doesnât keep trying to bit his thumb. He made a list of everything that he needs to change, all the things that stand out and thatâs one of them. The second one is the tics in his voice that Bashir says donât matter unless theyâre bothering him except⊠except he knows theyâre Wrong so he needs to correct them. He prays he doesnât break the racquet because he can already tell that Miles OâBrien doesnât like him and thatâs another strike against him when he knows that this is his last chance and that if no one likes him he isnât getting any more.
       That was⊠the Wrong thing to say, that engineerâs face screwing up unpleasantly. Jack had to ask because Bashir told him explicitly that there was a uniform for this except the uniform was tight and bright and Jack took one look at it and couldnât wear it. He doesnât feel comfortable in these clothes either, but at least theyâre loose and warm. Miles is wearing the same thing and maybe Bashir was setting this up to make fun of him because Jack didnât want to wear The Outfit? Alright that... doesn't seem to be the case.
       This was a bad idea. This entire match invitation was a bad idea and Jack doesnât actually know why heâs here and it makes no sense. Jack is going  going to win. He already said that at dinner (Bashir made sure to tell him how Inappropriate that was) so why would OâBrien want to do this if heâs going to lose- if heâs going to be humiliated? Jack doesnât want to humiliate him when heâs trying to get people to like him but- âYou think youâre better than me?â was what was said when the subject had come up -silence to that from the Trill - and there was that Look from Bashir that heâd said the Wrong thing when heâd agreed, looking amongst all of them not sure why they were all looking at him like he was... not right.
       Quantifiably yes! Jack⊠couldnât lie, could he? Was he supposed to lie? Was that the trap? Why would they want him to lie? I must not tell lies... It was the difference in tensile strength, muscle composition, bone density, neural pathways, processing, numbers, it was mathematics! It was the correct answer and he didnât understand why three would be upset at being told it had a lower numerical value than five! Three wasn't a bad number, it was a perfectly serviceable number but it wasn't five!
       But here they are and here OâBrien is explaining the rules and Jack is nodding along yes, rules, structure. Heâs practice swinging, trying to get a feel for it hop up, down, turn, pivot, crouch, energy, burning energy and the freedom of motion is nice and he can do this all day but he still doesnât understand why theyâre playing this, and why OâBrien even wants to play if he canât even beat Bashir when Bashir is holding back?! âPride goeth before destructionâŠâ Thatâs Jack's old man, thatâs Stolas, the crowned demon owl with his precious stones quoting scriptures like the devil.
       âAre you okay?â Jack hears O'Brien asking. He's staring, he's fixated as patrick would say and then say that staring is rude but it's only because he'd turned and saw Bashir in the stands staring down like that old owl when he was waiting for Jack to do something Wrong. Why are you here? Why don't you trust me? Why do you think I'm going to hurt people?!
      âOf course Iâm okay,â Jack snaps immediately hearing Laurenâs voice in his head yelling âtoneâ. He glances quick at OâBrien checking his look, calculating right, that needs a âsorryâ. âSorry,â Jack chants by rote. Thereâs a sigh as OâBrien asks if heâs ready and is he supposed to say something and why wonât Bashir stop staring at him?! âReady! Start, game, set, match.â Jack repeats snapping the racquet a few more times turning around, and he wonders if this is another Test.
 He wins.
 Over and over and itâs as easy as he expected and feels as terrible as he expected except-
âWhy are you playing like that?â Jack asks suddenly stopping, the ball going past him.
âWell Iâm sorry, we canât all be-â
âYou should be winning,â Jack says looking over at him speculatively. âEach time, every time, hands down.â Now that Jack thinks about it, OâBrien should be winning against Bashir, too. Is he teasing him? No, not a teasing expressing. Then... O'Brien really doesn't understand why he should be winning. But itâs simple- to Jack it is. Itâs consistency, itâs muscle memory, itâs an iron giant taking the same measured steps steps step swing that cannot be less when itâs trying to be more. Itâs angles and mathematics and patterns and things that OâBrien should be able to easily take advantage of- should know even better than any of them. Jack is winning because he's faster, because he can react and turn more effectively but... it's the same every time. He doesn't get tired nearly as easily so the numbers are always the same, they can be predicted. Same with Bashir- he can feign incompetence but he can't feign a stamina drop off that doesn't exist. Whatever numbers he starts with, that's where he'll finish.
 Jack blinks a few times then smiles wide, dropping the racquet because he has the Solution to the Problem and people like solutions!
âWhat are you talking about?â OâBrien asks, and Jack is about to tell him when he looks up at Bashir. Jack's eyes narrow - of course Bashir is suspicious of everything he does!- but he still smiles. Beating Bashir, making O'Brien into his Liza Doolitle. This⊠this could be fun actually actually. Jack keeps grinning, biting his finger - alright, back to 0 seconds without biting it- arms crossed as he sways back and forth on the balls of his feet. Itâs the Martians dead amongst the red weed yes!Â
âSlain, after all manâs devices had failed by the humblest things,â Jack mumbles with a short laugh before grabbing OâBrienâs arm enthusiastically. He doesn't think about it. He doesn't remember to be Careful and he catches sight of a wince, the memory of so many dreams, so many nightmares of everything he touches crumbling beneath his fingers making him nauseous. Jack immediately lets go.
âChrist, gonna break my arm too?â he hears low from O'Brien under his breath, the ânot meant to be heardâ low, and Jack doesnât realize what culmination of perceived slights that O'Brien is adding up but- âNo one wants to be reminded theyâre less, Jack.â that echo in his head is from Sarina, from the rare and radiant maiden who the angels named Lenore. Oh. Right... that... that "better" thing.
 This⊠this is beyond âsorryâ then...
 Jack takes a deep breath and lifts his finger, not knowing how to explain what he means, wishing Lauren was here to talk for him because there are Things like this that get stuck in his throat, and he could ramble around the rock without ever speaking of the rock because he canât... can't say those words because his ribcage is shrinking- No! That's not satisfactory! He can parse those indexed words perfectly ordered in his mind, and find the right ones. They're not his, never his not originally but if he's the one speaking them then... then as far as Jack is concerned they are.
âI am he who knew what it was to be evilâŠâ Jack begins, staring hard at the sweatshirt oddly identical to his own, âwas wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignantâŠâ his voice is tight but steady as he speaks, swallowing, mouth dry, the racquet under his arm held tight as his hand starts to shake. âYou⊠you can do it any time hmhm, any time you can... m-make a..." Jack touches his two fingers together quickly to demonstrate before anxiously starting to bite his the left, dammit Language Jack!. âWhenever you want to forgive me you can tap it hmhm or not I donât care . Forget it! I donât need anyone to-â Stop it there shuttup, shuttup Jack!
 Silence.
 This was a Bad idea, he thinks, about to drop his hand when he feels a little smack, to that digit, followed by a sigh, and a roll of eyes from OâBrien.
â...Swear between you and him yer both gonna drive me to an early grave,â OâBrien says before leaning in, a look to Bashir first, something there that Jack missed earlier but- âSo," O'Brien asks as Bashir... gets up to leave? "Are you gonna show me how to beat Mr. Genetically Enhanced there or not?â
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