Climbing to the roof of the Virgin Victory with the others, Geralt sighed as she saw the approaching form of Consul Z on his chariot. Zenkichi, decked out once more in his Phantom Thief attire, summoned his revolvers and took a ready position, aiming at the Consul but not quite firing. When he cried out, Geralt frowned, her face scrunching a bit. "Moebius? Already? Whoreson must actually consider us a threat." A double-edged sword in that they'd get no opportunity to get used to any of his tricks before he went all-out on them, but that he'd also have no chance to wear them down before unleashing his full might. Though something told Geralt that Z still saw this as sport rather than an existential battle.
The bolt of lightning that rocked the Virgin Victory nearly sent her stumbling, but she widened her stance and cast Quen, protecting herself as Zeustrikes began attacking.
Zenkichi opened up with a barrage of Spectral bullets from Valjean, courtesy of a Triple Down that blasted a small group of Zeustrikes, even managing to triple-up on one of them and knock it from the sky before it could do anything. This activated Protection Protocol from Sandalphon's covenant, and Zenkichi whistled as he felt the defensive buff protecting him, and especially so when Z landed a lightning bolt directly on him, having seen Zenkichi no-sell some of his minions. The Thief retaliated with a burst of revolver fire at the Moebius, causing the Jolted effect on him to detonate. He yelped in pain, frowning before he paused, laughing. "Oh, wow, good luck to me. Uhh...what was it. Purification Protocol!" He remembered, giving a whooping cheer as he felt something change, even though he didn't get another skill out in time to prevent Z from hitting him with a chain lightning which skipped around the Seekers, building another charge. This time, however, when he retaliated with a One-Shot Kill from Valjean at Z, the Purification effect that removed the Jolted and Charge effects saved him from a detonation. "Oh yeah, this is gonna be helpful!" Zenkichi cheered.
Geralt, meanwhile, was working on the Zeustrikes, not confident that her crossbow or Odysseus's Bow especially would do much to the Moebius harassing them. She did her best to dodge attacks from the minions, but between their quantity and the residual sluggishness from the Harbor Water Demon, she took more than a few blows. Quen lasted a decent while, and by the time it shattered she was more than ready to apply another shield, but such a strategy would not work forever. She fired her crossbow at minions one by one, knocking a couple from the sky, but Z simply summoned more as their numbers fell below his liking. Geralt took a glance out at the ocean, wishing they could dock to allow her to summon the Breaching Bastion, but as satisfying as it would be, the massive platform would only make her an easier target.
Zenkichi dodged a shot from Z, firing his revolvers at a Zeustrike to distract it from firing at Blazermate, before starting to reload. A quick glance around showed him Midna, who was not looking so good. Valjean, Rakukaja!" He cried, giving Midna both a defense boost and a status cleanse, before a blizzard landed on him, dealing a good chunk of ice damage and frosting him up a bit. Z followed up by throwing his shield between Zenkichi and some other Seekers, hitting it with a lightning bolt and causing a detonation around it.
Yeah, this ain't my favorite ride!" He jokingly complained.
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Zenkichi, Sandalphon, and Akane made great haste back to the Virgin Victory, the former two on careful lookout while their teenage charge did her best to stay calm despite the extreme caution and urgency her father was displaying. This was nothing like his usual demeanor, where he hardly ever tried to scold her, tell her she was wrong, or what to do like other parents did, too wrapped up in feeling sorry for himself. No, he was deadly serious right now, and to watch his head and eyes dart about like they were looking for a wild animal ready to attack at any moment unnerved her deeply.
They made it back safely, without any random bolts of lightning trying to kill them, or mysterious figured shooting at them or any of the many strange and terrifying scenarios she'd been half-panicked about on the run back, and Akane sighed in half relief and half annoyance. "Well, we made it back safe. What freaked you out about that storm so much?"
Zenkichi sighed, catching his breath just a little and running his hand through his hair. "Sandalphon was right, that was not a normal storm. Given the guys who are after us right now...not taking any chances. People in this place have some really weird powers, and if somebody did that? Not sure I wanna fight him."
"Yeah, trust me, you don't." Geralt announced as greeting, looking between Akane, Zenkichi, and Sandalphon with a frown. "There's a Consul, who just told me to enjoy what little time we have left. As soon as he finishes his drink, he's coming. Halo, let the others know. I'll be checking my swords over while we wait."
"Another Consul? Seriously? Guess they're getting serious now. Though, Shirogane did say they got chased by a storm, didn't they? Is it really just a coincidence that we have to deal with a third Consul in one day? Just my luck." Still, Zenkichi didn't seem quite as dismayed as his words made it seem. While Sandalphon got the word out to the others, prompting Midna to appear almost instantly, Zenkichi summoned and tested the new sword he'd just bought, finding it to be extremely heavy, but somehow still manageable. He'd chalk it up to Persona nonsense, given that Valjean also let him cast magic.
While Zenkichi tested his new weapon, Geralt gestured Akane further inside the Virgin Victory, the young girl following her curiously. "Wait...weren't you a grumpy old man with a horn this morning?" She asked, realizing from the tone of her voice who Geralt was.
"I was. Like your father said, this world that Galeem created has many strange people in it, and when they die, we can...take some of their power for our own." Akane looked at Geralt like she was crazy, then horror settled in as memories from Midgar resurfaced.
"You mean...fusing? Isn't that super illegal?" Geralt pulled out her steel sword, a rag, and her vial of Hanged Man's Venom, pouring a small amount of the deadly toxin into the rag as she sat down.
"In Midgar, it is. Most places don't seem too keen on it, given that it incentivizes killing folk." She methodically, quickly oiled her sword, Akane watching in confusion. "Where I come from, death is a common fact of life. Folk die every day. Starvation, murder, war. There are monsters who gather in places where many have died to feast on their corpses. I hunt those monsters. Some of those monsters look just like every other person on the street. People. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you this."
"Uh....kinda...." Akane trailed off, a little worried by the fact that Geralt just implied she killed people.
"Your father is a good man. Maybe misguided. Maybe foolish. But a good man. He tried to save an enemy of his, only for us to be tricked by an illusion into killing him. I wanted to warn you." Satisfied with her blade, now coated in the deadly toxin, she stood, and frowned. "We may have to kill the man chasing us. In all likelihood, we will. Stay inside. He's dangerous, more dangerous than any other man you've met in your life. More dangerous than any we hope you will ever meet. My daughter walked the same path as I do, for a while. It's a lonely one. Your father doesn't want the same for you. So stay inside with the others, and no matter what happens, until your father, I, or one of the other Seekers tells you it's safe, do not come out." The last four words delivered with a slow, dark voice that reminded her of a movie villain, made Akane nod.
"Good. Hopefully we can get away. But they won't stop chasing us until either them or us are dead. I know you and your father have your problems. He means well. Cut him a little slack, would you?" Geralt tried to smile, but between her overly-stern resting face, the sword in her hand, and the knowledge that this woman in front of her was probably a lot stronger than her dad, (as much as she hated to admit her dad was actually kind of badass), Akane could only gulp and give a tiny, scared nod. What had her dad gotten them into? Akane guessed she couldn't complain, given that he was actually trying to do something now, instead of just hide scared for her like last time, but...wasn't this overcompensating?
Sighing, Geralt left Akane behind and returned to where Zenkichi, and now a few others, were. "Akane should be okay. Tried to convince her we had this. Don't think it worked. We need to get going before he shows up. Looked mostly human, has some power over electricity. Not sure how much, but enough that he's comfortable performing parlor tricks." She didn't have much information on the Consul, so she couldn't give much, but they'd just have to make do.
As Geralt savored the giant soft pretzel she’d been brought, dipping it into and taking large portions of the cheese sauce that came with it, she thought on what the Seekers’ next move would be. Getting back in communication with the others was a given, but would they attempt to recreate what they had with Alcamoth, or develop a more decentralized system so that there would never be a single base to attack. It would probably be foolish to give the Consuls another glaringly obvious target, especially before dealing with the ones who had attacked Alcamoth in the first place. Still, all of that was of secondary importance at the moment to finding out what had actually happened to the survivors.
She sighed, tearing off another chunk and dipping it in cheese sauce before stuffing it into her mouth, savoring the rich flavor. “I love those things,” Siobhan said, coming back around for another quick chat between her few customers. “Though they’re not so great if you’re trying to watch your figure.” Geralt hummed in response to that.
“I’m active enough that it shouldn’t be a problem.” This got a chuckle out of Siobhan, who gestured to the armor and the swords on her back.
“Had a feeling. You a mercenary or something like that?”
“Yeah, something like that.” Geralt obfuscated, taking another sip of her drink.
Though Siobhan checked on her customers habitually, happy to make conversation, she could tell when someone happened to be taciturn by nature. Clearly, it would take more than one beverage to make Geralt open up about whatever might be troubling her, if indeed any demons lurked deep beneath those still waters. Of course, the same couldn’t be said for all the bar’s clientele. While the drinksmith’s Dreamjolt Hostlery maintained a quiet, intimate atmosphere, there were still customers who’d worked up a serious thirst. The more booze they quaffed, the more forthcoming they became, and Siobhan made time to listen to every one.
This didn’t apply solely to humans, either. Though the bar’s customers numbered relatively few overall, monsters seemed to be disproportionately represented among them. Geralt could see a four-eyed alien sipping a bizarre mixture, a surly yeti with a tall glass of Ice SoulGlad, an weepy horror gasping to itself, and even a beefy red alligator with a tiny wine glass. Even those that looked downright dangerous made no trouble, however, instead quietly nursing their cocktails of choice. Though the noticeable non-human presence might explain why only a handful of ordinary folks patronized this establishment, the keen observer might get another impression: that this hostelry offered something altogether different from the typical taproom in the first place. Rather than lively socialization, it offered solitude for reflection, the chance to be alone with one’s thoughts–and one’s true nature. These glasses, so thoroughly polished by the bright-eyed bartender that one could see oneself in them, were mirrors, and within the customers could find the courage to face themselves.
Geralt wasn’t feeling quite so introspective yet, but her decision to separate from the other Seekers at the first opportunity belied her own similarities with the other patrons of the bar- if her inhuman appearance didn’t.
Slowly Geralt’s Wake and Slumber dwindled, her pretzel diminished bite by bite. Outside, the sky steadily darkened, and customers came and went. While the Witcher considered getting something else, one of her fellow patrons sidled up to the bar. He appeared to be a ghoul in a suit and fedora, his fingers little more than blades, and he spoke in a whine like an old-fashioned cartoon gangster. “Ey, miss!”
Siobhan turned his way with a twinkle in her mint-green eyes, not at all put off by the ghoul’s hollow sockets or rictus grin. “Mr. Rubin, hey. How was your Wintry Garden?”
The ghoul carefully lifted a finger to his chin. “Not bad, not bad, but I’m lookin’ for somethin’ bitter, see? I ain’t lookin’ to get stuck in a rut, sinkin’ deep into all that cloyin’ sweetness. I need somethin’ that wakes me up, clears out the cobwebs, see? I wanna keep a cool head, and remember the old days like they really were!”
“Hmm…” Siobhan crossed her arms, her brows furrowed above a thoughtful smile. “Something bitter, not too strong, refreshing, with ice, that inspires a sense of nostalgia. You’re a man of rare vision, Mr. Rubin. I’m not sure anything on the menu checks all those boxes.”
Her words left the ghoul aghast. “You’re sayin’ you can’t do it!? Why, I oughta-!”
Siobhan crossed her arms with a chuckle, cutting him off. “Hah! When did I say that? I am a drinksmith, after all. Get ready for a shock, Mr. Rubin, because I’ll give you lightning in a bottle.”
Impressed with the way she accepted his vague challenge, the ghoul sat down two stools away to wait. Without delay, Siobhan got down to business, gathering a handful of ingredients from the shelves and coolers behind the bar. Her slender, practiced hands moved as if each had a mind of its own. While working, she happened to look up and catch Geralt watching. “Interested in mixology?” she asked.
“Of a sorts.” She admitted, watching the bartender mix. “Though I’ve mostly made medicinals, potions, that sort of thing.” Plenty of those, some of which she was still carrying, though she was not nearly as heavily kitted out as she’d have normally liked.
“Ah, bartender! If you’re not too busy, could I get a highball when you’re done? Liquor and ginger ale, please.” Asked a businessman who looked a bit put out by the other clientele, clearly an out-of-towner to the experienced bartender, who was occupied fashioning Mr. Rubin’s complex order.
“So, miss mercenary, how do you fancy yourself as a mixologist?” Siobhan asked, not even taking an eye off her work. The request came as a surprise to Geralt, who gave the bartender a look.
“I can mix a potion strong enough to strip paint off a plank of wood, I can probably manage my way around a drink.” She casually boasted, though she still wasn’t quite sure why she was being trusted with helping a stranger bartend. “Just point me to what I’m using and I’ll manage it.”
“Second shelf from the bottom, third bottle from the right, one and a half ounces, then take the hose with the button that says ginger ale, and fill him up.” Siobhan ordered as she measured a pour.
Geralt did as commanded, easily mixing the drink as requested with little fanfare or flourish, though she made sure to plaster an obviously-fake smile on her face as she gave the man his drink.
As the customer retreated with his beverage, Siobhan gave a nod of approval. “Easy enough, right? But mixology is like a good drink. It has layers.” As Geralt watched, she added an equal portion of pink Practitioner Pepper to the green-tinged Ice SoulGlad she’d just poured out. “When it comes to eliciting emotion, the right ingredients can create a very evocative flavor base,” she explained, using a long-handled spoon to stir the liquids into a homogeneous pale-gold solution. Carefully, the drinksmith wafted the flavor base up to her nostrils, and inhaled with her eyes closed. “Remembrance. Yearning. The fading light of yesteryear. This is the flavor base for nostalgia.” Reaching out her hand, Siobhan skimmed over a bottle of Redsunset Sauce. “Paired with sweetness, it offers comfort. You’ll end up with rose-colored glasses, but not the kind you wear on your face,” she joked with a smile.
Instead of the crimson jam, she took a narrow, tinted bottle of bright, almost alarmingly yellow liquid. “Fellblood Energy. Neither sweet nor strong, but quite stimulating.” She poured it on top of the nostalgic mix, then added a coin-shaped slice of lemon for decor. “When you see the past clearly, it can galvanize you into action. From embraced bitterness, newfound determination.” Siobhan headed over to Mr. Rubin and handed him his drink. “Here. I call it ‘Someday’.”
The ghoul’s rictus grin seemed to spread even wider. “Someday, huh? That’s when I’ll make it big. A drink as gold as my dreams!” He squeezed the lemon, then took a big gulp, simultaneously refreshed and jolted awake. “Ahh. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about, see?”
Leaving her satisfied customer to finish his drink, Siobhan returned to Geralt. “You weren’t half bad with that highball. Or serving it, for that matter. Fake smiles are the one thing I can’t make.” She shrugged, then reached for a used glass. “I get along pretty well with monsters, but people tend to find me…well, a little odd, I suppose.” As she cleaned the glass off, she laughed through her nose. “Why not whip up a little something for yourself? My treat, as thanks for helping out.”
Geralt hummed, looking around at the ingredients and nodding. “Can’t say no to that offer,” She replied, quickly coming up with an idea for her own drink. She took a base of Fellblood Energy, added half as much Rejuvenating Soda Water, a tiny amount of Dream Jam, and finished the drink with a touch of Stellar Champagne, humming at her creation with a bit of pleasure. After the morning she’d had, she could use the pick-me-up. Sitting back at the bar, she thanked Siobhan and took a long sip.
“Oh, that’s nice. I needed this.” She admitted, sighing. “Feel like I’ve been going in circles. Find a new place, do a job, lose track of somebody, try to find them, and once I do I start all over again.” A small shake of the head followed, and another sip. “Just another day on the Path.”
Siobhan leaned onto the counter as she listened, her full attention on her customer and what the Witcher had to say. It looked like Geralt’s potion-making in the past really had set her up for success–striking gold with one’s first mix was rare. Her enjoyment seemed to please Siobhan in turn. The Halovian wore a warm smile as Geralt let slip a little more about her frustrations. “Sounds like the next time you find that somebody, you’d better grab on tight and never let go,” she advised playfully.
The next moment, though, her tone grew more serious. Maybe even a little wistful. “Even if we lose sight of our destination, we can keep moving forward as long as we have the people who matter most by our side, right?” Siobhan looked around the bar. “Many people who drink end up circling the drain. Stuck in a dreamlike trance with no way out. But it’s my hope that everyone who visits Dreamjolt, monster or otherwise, will find the spark they need to ignite their engines, and reach escape velocity.”
Down the bar, a customer waved Siobhan over. She gave Geralt a final smile, then left her in peace. Soon the bar’s customers lapsed into quiet, with only the clink of glasses and the rattle of ice cubes audible over the backdrop of soul-soothing jazz. The minutes slipped by in peaceful relaxation, not unlike meditation, as the cloudy sky outside continued to darken.
It wasn’t long before the soft, white-gray blanket of clouds over the Dystopiascape became a murky, gray-black tumult, angry and turbulent as a storm-tossed sea. Fiercer waves beat against Meridian’s docks, throwing up blasts of foam like punches, and the wind that drove them also hastened pedestrians on their way as it hissed in their ears. The rumble of thunder grew closer, and lightning flashed in the clouds. Though the cloud cover may have foreshadowed a storm for a while, the weather changed with surprising speed, sneaking up on the citizens of Everdream Valley. Vendors hurried to close up shop, while farmers gathered their uneasy livestock and herded them to safety with the help of Yampers, Herdiers, Spitzfyres, and Rayhounds. Though Dreamjolt Hostelry offered a safe haven from the coming storm, the weather outside managed to pierce the veil, convincing quite a few customers to go and take care of business elsewhere.
Just after Mr. Rubin bid the ladies farewell, a particularly bright flash of lightning cut through the midday dusk. The light cast a huge shadow through the doorway and across the hostelry’s back wall, terribly tall, broad, and dark. A frantic look toward the source revealed nothing, as far as any remaining patrons could see, but Siobhan’s eyes lingered a moment longer before she looked down to continue wiping her glasses.
Then the lightning came again, followed almost instantly by the crash of thunder, and when Siobhan looked up, she found an enormous man sitting at the bar in front of her, having come with such speed and silence that it seemed like he appeared from thin air.
Despite her formidable nature, Siobhan couldn’t help but flinch away, the hairs on the back of her neck on end. This newcomer stood just under nine feet tall, his shoulders broad and his arms almost apelike in size and strength. He wore futuristic cherry-red armor over a suit of gray and white, and a black velvet cape dangled behind him, further enhancing an already imposing silhouette. Pure white eyes with no visible pupils stared expectantly from inside his helmet as he leaned forward onto the bar, propped up on his elbows with clasped hands big enough to crush watermelons. This was no ordinary consul.
After a moment, Siobhan cleared her throat. “... Can I help you?”
The Consul’s voice was deep and commanding. “I hope so. I'd like a drink. The biggest you have. Plenty of ice. Nice and sweet. And so thick I could eat it with a spoon.”
Siobhan nodded briskly, her casual manner returning. “Gotcha, coming right up.” She quickly ran through her mental list of ingredients, which led her to purse her lips. “One moment while I grab some puffergoat milk, if you don't mind.”
“Take your time.” The Consul watched her go, his eyes on the swing of her hips, then glanced at Geralt. His gaze rested on her for only a moment before he turned and settled on the middle distance to wait.
Geralt raised an eyebrow when the Consul turned to her, but did not outwardly react, especially when he turned away, and let out the tiny breath she’d been holding. Consul. Has to be. But I thought each Guardian only had two guarding them…? Might’ve heard that we took down Y and came to investigate. Still so much we don’t know about them. She took a sip of her drink, keeping the massive man in her peripheral vision.
“Ducking out of the storm?” She casually inquired, not expecting much if anything out of the man, but unable to suppress her curiosity.
Her question prompted an amused snort. “The storm seems to follow me,” he replied, leaning back in his chair with an idle shrug. “Wherever I go.”
“Ugh,” Geralt groaned, leaning back in her chair like the 90-something old man she was inside, rather than the large, ghoulish woman she looked like. “Know the feeling.” The fact that she was commiserating with a Consul was not lost on her, but here she was. “What brings you out here?”
“A drink, of course,” the Consul replied, his haughty tone somewhat condescending. “I hear even monsters can get good service here.” He leaned on his elbow, his attention fully turned toward Geralt. “If you mean this little town, though, it’s true this isn’t my regular stomping grounds. I’m on the hunt, and I’ve ranged far afield in pursuit of my prey. But now, it feels like the chase is almost over.”
Siobhan returned at that moment with the Consul’s extra large drink already made, prepared away from the discomfort of prying eyes. It was mostly wine red, with an almost purple flavor base and a layer on top of white, garnished with a sticker of a hamster. “There you have it,” she told him, sliding the huge beverage his way. “One Chewing Gum, ice-cold and strong as an ox.”
The Consul accepted the drink with a nod. “Good.” Lifting one hand, he held it over the Chewing Gum with one finger extended. An arc of electricity jumped from his fingertip, igniting the beverage in an instant. It burned for only a moment as he slowly reached up toward the back of his helmet, where he pressed some sort of button. His helmet dissolved, as if digitally constructed in reverse, and down tumbled a mane of white-gray hair plus navel-length beard, adorned with golden beads. He lifted the glass to his lips and drank, gulping down the smoldering, almost toxic beverage with gusto. Only after draining a third of the extra-large glass did he set it down again, exhaling in delight. “Nectar,” he proclaimed. “Fit for a god.”
Another fool calling himself a god. Geralt thought, but her face betrayed not an ounce of her disdain for the man before her. Instead, she focused on his trick with the electricity igniting his drink, and nodded. “Not bad. That actually affect the taste at all, or just for flair?” She asked, finger circling the rim of her empty glass.
The old man snorted again. “The flame caramelizes sugar, adding a smoky flavor,” he told her succinctly. A slight air of indignation suggested that her insinuation touched on his pride. “I am no charlatan, girl. I never perform, or pretend. What you see is what you get.” He took another sip of his drink, much smaller this time, then smacked his lips. Then he nodded at Geralt. “I merely try to live my life to the fullest. As should we all. Whether the time we have is infinite…or very, very short.” Though his eyes blazed pure white, with no discernable pupils, Geralt could feel them staring into her own. “Don’t you think?”
Geralt gave a shrug, and replied without any heat, “As you said, we ought to live our lives to the fullest. If it gave you a little spark of joy to light your drink aflame for a moment, I’d not care if it changed the taste or it didn’t. Merely curious.” Clearly a touchy subject for this Consul. Geralt was playing a dangerous game, but given that he didn’t try to burn the place down and smite her with lightning, she figured he had other plans.
“As for me, can’t say the same. Am I a mutant, a monstrosity, an orphaned god, a soldier, or something else entirely? Could be any or all of ‘em. Not quite sure myself these days. But I do know one thing.” Geralt sighed, tapping the bar. “I’m not alone. Not yet.”
The Consul smirked at her. “How apropos.” He took a deep breath in through his nose, then allowed his shoulders to fall as he sighed. Then he shook his head. “A bit slow on the uptake, aren’t you? Well, now’s your chance to be quick.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Run along, child. Tell your friends on the ship about me. A nice head start should keep things interesting.” He pulled his drink close, leaving a wet streak of condensation on the counter. “You have until this glass is empty. Let us both savor what little we have left, hm?”
Rolling her eyes at the Consul’s insults, Geralt rebutted with little heat: “Figure’d with the fact you hadn’t tried to kill me the second you laid eyes on me, I’d at least try and be civil. See if I couldn’t talk to you. But alright.” She stood up, leaving some gold on the table for Siobhan. “Guess I’ll be seeing you soon, Consul.” And with that, she left to warn the others.
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Out of Zenkichi, Akane, and herself, Sandalphon ended up finishing her noodles last. While such laggardly conduct embarrassed her somewhat, she knew that too much of a rush could have ruined the experience in more ways than one. This kind of food demanded temperance, given its tendency to splash and stain, especially on snow-white clothing. Well-mannered restraint played a part in her relative slowness, but for the most part the blame lay with the simple fact that ramen wasn’t a very efficient way to consume nutrients. Then again, since her objective right now was technically relaxation, she considered easing up on her dedication to efficiency for once. As much as that went against her nature.
At the very least, the others didn’t seem to begrudge her presence, which made her grateful. Father and daughter alike seemed content to sit here on the bench beside her, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere. A refreshing, playful breeze blew in over the bay, driving the rhythmic crash of small waves against the port town’s wharf and the beaches to its north and south. The squawks of seabirds around the docks mixed with the birdsong from Everdream Valley, providing a natural background to the comings and goings of the townsfolk, lively but not clamorous. Everywhere one looked, one could find vivid colors, and living things. To a long-time city-dweller, used to the stagnant, chemical-ridden funk of Midgar, the clear, fresh air here might come as a shock–a startling realization of just how good life could be. Sandalphon would have appreciated this place alone, but sharing it with Zenkichi and Akane somehow enhanced the experience much more than she expected. This sense of fulfillment, she realized, must be happiness.
Their ramen finished, Akane had been petting and fussing over Maru while Zenkichi looked around, enjoying the sights and remembering the last time he’d gone to the beach, with the kids. They practically had to drag him away from the RV to get him to relax. And when he’d fallen asleep, the punks had buried him in the sand and turned him into a mermaid! A nostalgic smile crossed his face when he thought of the memory, because as annoying as it was at the time, it was still something he thought of fondly.
Sandalphon rose from the bench. She turned to the others and gave them an apologetic bow. “Thank you for your patience, and for your company. I had not realized how much I needed a break like this, nor to the degree to which I’ve already overindulged in inactivity.” Her eyes narrowed, her critical gaze not meant for her companions. “It seems my overall performance may be slipping, possibly as a result of my fusions or recent experiences. I must renew my efforts.” She took a deep breath in through her nose and turned her attention toward the Virgin Victory. “Between our campaign’s reorganization, optimization, and expansion, there is much that I must do. I must beg your leave.”
Zenkichi got up as she did, holding his hands up to gesture for her to stop. ”Woah, woah, we’ve barely checked out a few stalls and had lunch! That’s hardly a break. We just fought through the most heavily-defended part of Midgar, took out two Consuls, kind of, and defeated both the Guardian and some of the strongest people in Midgar. You’re gonna run yourself ragged if you don’t let yourself relax for more than an hour, Sandalphon.” He turned to Akane, frowning. ”I didn’t just say any of that.” Smooth.
“Uh huh, sure thing, dad.” His daughter rolled her eyes, running her hands through her Pal’s fur with a loving smile on your face. “You are so adorable!”
The rather sudden and emotive response stopped Sandalphon in her tracks. Her pupils flashed exclamation marks, then became inverted triangles before returning to normal as her head tilted slightly. “I…see where you’re coming from. Compared to my usual duties, our recent endeavors are more intense, with far more hands-on action than I’m accustomed to. Yet we’ve also managed to achieve a great deal, despite the greater challenges.” She relaxed her posture somewhat, sliding her hands into her coat pockets. “I tend to be critical with myself, but changing circumstances mean I must temper my expectations and focus on adaptation. Overworking myself would be unwise.” Once again she bowed her head at Zenkichi, her radiant halo dipping slightly. “I appreciate your concern for my well-being.”
”I mean, I did just see you passed out in your chair past midnight last night. This morning, whatever. Be kind of a shitty friend if I wasn’t at least a tiny bit concerned about that.” Zenkichi admitted, shoving his own hands into his pockets and relaxing a little. ”But yeah, field work is a [lot] more tiring than desk or support stuff. I’ve had my fair share of both, and while it can be exhausting to manage paperwork for ten hours straight, at least my knees aren’t practically knocking into each other by the time I’m done.” He joked, chuckling.
As they spoke, Sandalphon became aware of thunder rumbling in the distance. Though the sky had been bleak and overcast all morning, a glance southward led to the discovery of a thick, heavy stormfront, darkening the clouds as it steadily traveled northward. After gauging the distance, Sandalphon observed that the storm would be here before too long. “It looks like a storm is coming. Quite a few miles away still, but it appears to be moving quickly. I give us approximately ninety minutes.” She turned her attention back to Zenkichi, Akane, and Maru. “Let’s take advantage of this extended break while we can.”
”Hour and a half, huh? Alright, I can work with that.” Looking back at the stalls they’d explored, then to the more sturdily-built storefronts, and had a thought. ”Ya know, we could make it a multi-purpose trip. Not entirely leisure, but not quite work, either. I’ve been meaning to make use out of some materials I got from some of the machines we fought in the slums, so if we found a blacksmith or something, wonder if they might be able to do something with it. And who knows, maybe they could take a look at your staff or that rifle you got.” It wasn’t a total day of relaxation like one might expect at a beachfront, but he did intend to make use out of that memory alloy and machine cores.
Sandalphon nodded, pleased with the blend of pleasure and practicality. “By all means.”
Once they disposed of their empty ramen bowls, the three got up for another romp through Port Meridian in search of a craftsman. Though they weren’t necessarily in a rush, there was only so much time on the close, so they moved at a purposeful, brisk pace. As they searched through the various storefronts, they happened to pass through the scenic town square. Full of potted plants, flower boxes, and vibrant buildings, it featured a tall fountain in the middle, and looked altogether lovely. This place seemed to be popular with couples, with or without children who played and ran alongside their family pets. After admiring the sight for a moment, hower, Sandalphon noticed something incongruous with the happy scene, hidden within the architecture itself. The plaza’s central stone dias, octagonal in shape, rested on a large metal disc built into the ground. It bore a ring-shaped pane, and beneath the surface of what looked like a giant gauge blazed purple flame, a fourth of the way around the ring. That huge dial gave what would have otherwise been a very pleasant spot a backdrop of foreboding. “Strange,” Sandalphon murmured. She logged her observance for further analysis.
She did not dwell on it for long, however, since the trio found a smith soon after. Though possessed of deep red hair, emerald-green eyes, and flashy clothes paired with an enormous greatsword, this artisan lacked something important; she seemed to be a mute. Sandalphon, Zenkichi, and Akane caught her only a few minutes after Midna’s own order got completed, so the silent smith was warmed up and ready to rock. While Sandalphon lacked materials of her own and didn’t plan to present either the Aether Lance or Eye of Sol for maintenance, Zenkichi could try and communicate whatever he needed.
”Good afternoon. I wanted to see about getting a sword worked on, or maybe getting a new…one…” Zenkichi greeted the woman, only to trail off as his eyes locked onto a sword resting against the wall. Though, calling it a sword was perhaps inaccurate, given its size and roughness. It was more like a coarse lump of iron than a proper sword, but still, it called to him. ”Uh, sorry about that. How much for that huge sword back there? I have some things I can barter with,” Zenkichi said, pulling out the machine cores he was holding onto.
The warrior smith pursed her lips. Having just been through the song and dance with her previous customer, and miscommunicated a fair bit about her world in the process, she seemed hesitant to go through the effort again. By now, Sandalphon had noticed the redhead’s conspicuous lack of speech so far, and begun to hypothesize. When the smith glanced over to appraise the greatsword, then turned back and started holding up fingers, Sandalphon felt all but certain. In the end, the asking price for the heavy weapon seemed to be six thousand zenny, which seemed reasonable as far as the archangel was concerned. Iron might not be a premium metal, and the ultra greatsword seemed quite crude in terms of craftsmanship, but it must have taken more than its fair share of materials and labor. Plus, it certainly made for an eye-catching attraction, showing off just what this silent smith could achieve.
“Six thousand,” she stated, looking at Zenkichi. “If money is tight, I would be happy to assist. There is no better investment than the safety of my allies. Though…” Her eyes fixated on the object of the detective’s desire. “It may be prudent to ensure that you can lift and swing that weapon first.”
“Yeah, dad, wouldn’t want to go and throw your back out or something.” Akane snarked, though her tone made it clear she was mostly joking.
”Ya know, if that thing wasn’t so absurdly massive, I’d be offended.” He said, stretching his back out and then his arms. ”But yeah, that looks like something an Oni might carry, hah.” Stepping up to the weapon, he turned his head to the smith and raised an eyebrow, receiving a nod in return. Taking a deep breath, Zenkichi grabbed the colossal sword and lifted, the weapon taking a good amount of effort, but still liftable. Releasing the breath and holding the sword, he flipped it so the tip of the blade was pointing to the ground, finding that he could hide a solid portion of his frame behind the sheer width of the blade.
”Oh wow, this thing is huge, it’s almost like a shield too.” Holding and examining the weapon, Zenkichi gave a resolute nod. ”Yeah, I…definitely think I want this thing.” He said, looking over to Sandalphon. ”It’s a bit soon to be calling it in, but do you think you could pitch in for this? I’ll go find somebody to sell those cores to and pay you back, just…rather not go running all over the place, ya know?” He asked, ears a little red from embarrassment.
Sandalphon nodded immediately, not sure why he'd be embarrassed, but compelled to help him feel comfortable relying on her. “Of course. Happy to be of service.” She produced her wallet, a belted pouch of white with a diamond-stitched pattern and a shiny gold-tine button. Her employment with DespoRHado Enforcement might not have made her much richer than her time with the Lateran Church, but the archangel was nothing if not frugal, and could easily cover the cost. Once the smith received her payment, she hefted the greatsword easily, placing it on her workbench for a final polish before wrapping the base of the blade in a leather sling that Zenkichi could wear like a backpack. As scabbards went it left a lot to be desired, but it beat carrying the massive thing in his hands. The sight of him handling the ultra greatsword seemed to amuse Sandalphon somewhat. “If you did lack sufficient strength, I imagine that simply carrying that around would be an expedient way to build it.”
”Oh yeah, no way somebody could stay lanky carrying this huge thing around.” He joked, gently placing his hand on the sword before it de-materialized, joining his other weapons in Valjean’s storage. ”Oh, and don’t worry about that,” he reassured the smith, ”it’s just a thing I do. It’ll be back when I need it. Thank you for that, I’ll be sure to make good use of it.” Giving a small bow of the head to the woman, he nodded happily. That was really simple.
”Alright, so other than finding somewhere to sell these machine cores to pay you back, Sandalphon, it looks like we’ve got some time to hang out, all three, or I guess four, of us.” Looking around, Zenkichi found a random direction that looked kind of nice, and pointed. ”After being in the city so long, I think a nice walk around the countryside sounds nice. Get some fresh air, see the place, ya know?” His suggestion was met by a nod from Akane and an affirmative from Sandalphon, so with that, the trio set off.
As they walked, the three passed a number of farmsteads, a couple of sprawling ranches with tractors slowly crawling through their crops, watching and adoring the various Pals working the fields. Akane had her hands full trying to keep up with Maru the whole time they were walking, but she spent the whole time laughing and chasing the playful Cremis.
After around a half hour of walking, Zenkichi paused and turned to look back towards the port town they’d left, getting quite the view from the hill the group had found themselves on. They could see a number of farms between them and the port, and the approaching storm off in the distance, still coming in quickly. ”This is probably as far as we should go. That storm’s getting closer and closer.”
Sandalphon observed the scenery, both facing back down the way she and the others came, and out into the valley. The hilltop where the three ended up featured a bunch of old ruins, all overgrown with moss, grass, and twisted roots. In fact, the ground beneath them looked like the face of a colossal coin, its etched words and emblems painted over in verdant green. To the south, the rolling hills extended for miles and miles, the green pastures where creatures grazed interwoven with fields of golden grain in an immense patchwork quilt. Eventually the farmland gave way to a watery rift, where the Everdream Valley, the western mountain range, and the bay to the east converged, shrouded in the bluish atmospheric haze. Above that sunken lake, immense structures hung in the air, from small islands to huge gears that turned as steadily as the sky from night to day. If not for the dark storm clouds, it would have been an idyllic landscape, but to Sandalphon it still harbored an awesome beauty.
When Zenkichi suggested heading back, she didn’t respond right away for once. He was right, of course, but against her better judgment Sandalphon hesitated. The time she’d shared with him and Akane today made her happy in a way she hadn’t felt before, that feeling probably another byproduct of her fusion with ordinary humans, but no less precious for it. It was only a moment, but she didn’t want it to end.
If only now could last forever.
But it couldn’t. All the thoughts running through her head culminated in a conclusion, and breathed in deep through her nose. “Zenkichi Hasegawa,” she began, her tone formal. “After enjoying this time spent with you and Akane, and seeing your compassionate heart for myself, I have decided on something important. Will you sit down?” She beckoned him toward the flat rock that she stood beside.
Zenkichi startled a bit at the way Sandalphon said his name, and then what she said after, but nodded and slowly walked to the rock he was pointed towards. ”Uhh, yeah, sure thing…” He flatly replied, a tinge of confusion in his voice. Akane, meanwhile, had stopped with Maru sitting next to her, looking at the angelic woman incredulously.
Once he seated himself, Sandalphon turned and gracefully knelt before him on one knee. Her face was deadpan, and her pupils betrayed nothing. “I have a proposal for you,” she told him.
Both Akane’s and Zenkichi’s faces reflected their utter bewilderment at the current situation, the former seeming more annoyed, and even a bit angry, while the latter was trying to figure out what exactly was happening and what he’d done to deserve the withering glare his daughter was giving him. ”Uuuuuuhhhhhh….what…might that be…?” Zenkichi trailed, eyes pleading with Akane over Sandalphon’s head not to murder them both then and there.
Her gaze did not waver as she continued. “I have the authority to unite us in a holy agreement that will bind us together going forward. I firmly believe this partnership would greatly benefit both you and your daughter.” She opened her hand to reveal a glowing blue circlet, adorned with gold and alight with miraculous power. “Will you accept my light, for the sake of a brighter future?”
“You. Cannot. Be. For real!” Akane ground out through gritted teeth as Zenkichi sat up like a rocket and looked between the two of them, hands out as if to ward off a fight. “It’s been one date! And I’m RIGHT HERE!” She growled, causing Maru to look around in confusion to find whatever had upset her new master, completely oblivious to the social tension that hung thick in the air.
”Uhhh, Sandalphon, while I definitely appreciated our talk last night, and today was fun…don’t you think this is…a bit much? And definitely too soon!” He added the last bit rapidly, though that just had Akane look at him even more harshly, as if she was hoping he’d confirm there wasn’t something going on. For his part, Zenkichi looked as if he was being pulled apart at the seams, trying not to break poor Sandalphon’s heart while also warding off his daughter’s frustrations.
“Hmm?” The archangel looked confused herself, her pupils flashing question marks as she looked between father and daughter. She seemed baffled that somebody would even consider turning down her proposal, considering how much benefit it offered. The halo in her palm faded as she tried to reason with him. “Too…soon? But…we could be forced to fight again at any moment. My covenant would grant you powers that would greatly aid in your sustainability on the battlefield.”
Her pupils turned to exclamation marks. “Oh. Oh, I see. I beg your pardon. I shouldn’t have expected you to agree without explaining the specific blessings you would receive.” She stood up, conjuring a screen that gained pop-ups as she spoke. Her pupils flashed stress marks. “By accepting this covenant, you would be granted three Protocols, each of which confer a blessing whenever you use a skill. A defense boost for Preservation Protocol, a heal for Restoration Protocol, and an affliction cleanse from Purification Protocol.” She dismissed the informative screen, continuing matter-of-factly. “After recalling the distinct abilities you used in battle, like Triple Down and Megidolaon, I concluded you’d be the ideal recipient of this power. Are you following so far? I can go into more detail on the ‘Locked Sigil’ mechanic if so.”
Both Zenkichi and Akane looked at one another, then back to Sandalphon, then at one another, then back to Sandalphon, before letting out a sigh. “Yeeeeeaaahhhh, it sounded like you were asking him to marry you.” Zenkichi merely groaned, nodding his head a little at Akane’s clarification.
”The whole…kneeling down. Offering me a ring. Halo. Thing. And you literally said you had a proposal for me. We, uh…yeah. Thought that. I was wondering what you meant, but it certainly sounded more…romantic than practical.” Sighing as he ran his hand through his hair, Zenkichi nodded. ”Uh, yes, more details would probably be nice. Though, that does sound useful.”
Sandalphon stared for a moment, her pupils in the form of loading spinners. Then she looked away, her pale features almost imperceptibly reddening. “I…see. Forgive me. That was not my intention, but I can see why you thought so.” Her voice dropped to a slightly incredulous murmur. “I thought such a stance was customary among humans when proposing life-changing contracts…” She cleared her throat and turned back toward Zenkichi, her pupils back to stress marks. “I only recently began to express feelings, and they seem to be interfering with my communication abilities.”
She shook her head, though for some reason or another she still seemed a little put out. “No matter. Regarding ‘Locked Sigil’, it is a three hundred second period after a fight begins during which you have access to any one Protocol at a time. If you reach zero, you will gain access to all three with the use of every skill. Using skills will reduce the time by six seconds, and cleansing an affliction will reduce it by eighteen. When combat ends, the Locked Sigil state will reset.” Having rattled off a lot of information very quickly, the motor-mouthed archangel paused for a second to catch her breath. “My covenant works autonomously, and I do not have to be present for it to function. Its judicious use should drastically boost your odds of survival in any combat scenario.”
”Hey, it’s all good. Emotions can be…tricky.” That was the understatement of the century, but it was hardly inaccurate. He took a few moments to think about it, but there didn’t really seem to be any downsides. ”I accept, Sandalphon. I accept your covenant. Thank you for trusting me like this.” Akane pulled a face at the way he said it, but with the misunderstanding cleared up, didn’t seem all that upset anymore, gently scratching behind one of Maru’s ears.
“Now that that’s over with, can we go back to the ship? I really don’t like the look of that storm.” Akane urged, a small frown on her face.
Now it was Sandalphon’s turn to admonish Zenkichi’s rush. “Just one moment, please. We do need to make a binding agreement before the covenant will take effect.” She conjured a large screen completely plastered with text, all arranged in a very officious format and with copious usage of thick legalese. Despite its size, it featured a tiny scrollbar on the right side, and moving it even a little sent pages and pages of text tumbling by. “If this arrangement is acceptable, please indicate that you agree to the terms and conditions.” On the bottom right of the screen, there was a button that read ‘I do’.
Zenkichi’s eyes bugged out a bit at the sheer volume of text before him, eyes trying to scan the document for any hidden secrets or rules. He didn’t find anything that stood out, but after a minute or so, he was starting to mentally check out, so he dragged the slider slowly down, pausing every few seconds to scan the page, before reaching the bottom. When he clicked ‘I do’, he let out a little sigh. ”Alright, and that’s that. Covenant accepted.”
“Good.” The screen vanished, but Sandalphon didn’t move to leave. Instead she lifted up her hands, her palms up as if holding an invisible tray out for Zenkichi to take. “Now, please give me your hands,” she requested, monotone. Her pupils seemed to be sparkles again.
Zenkichi complied, prompting a roll of the eyes from Akane, who watched with feigned disinterest at whatever weird ritual her father and this woman were performing. ”Alright, I’m ready.” Zenkichi confirmed.
After gently taking Zenkichi’s hands, Sandalphon turned them up and interlaced her fingers with his. Her pupils began to change symbols rapid-fire, and a warm feeling passed between the two of them. After a few seconds they reverted back to sparkles, and she gave a final squeeze before releasing him. A bright light shone over Zenkichi’s head, cast by a glowing blue halo rather like a glowstick, adorned with golden bangles. The next moment it vanished, but a slight sensation of warmth remained. “Covenant successfully established,” Sandalphon reported. “Preservation Protocol will activate the next time you use a skill, and you can switch your own Protocol at your convenience. Thank you for your patience.”
New Power: Sandalphon’s Covenant At the start of trials, inflicts the "Locked Sigil" debuff on the host for 300 seconds, but grants them the "Preservation Protocol" effect. The user can change which Protocol is active (Preservation, Restoration, or Purification) by announcing its name. These Protocols activate when a Skill is used and provide a defense buff, a health burst, and a status cleanse respectively. These effects will target himself if an offensive skill is used, or the target if a support skill is used. Locked Sigil's remaining time will be reduced by six seconds each time the user uses a Skill and by 18 seconds each time the user removes an affliction from an ally. When the Locked Sigil effect wears off, the user will be granted the "Sigil Released" effect instead. Sigil Released grants the user all three Protocols at once, marked by the appearance of a halo above the host’s head. This covenant is currently established with Zenkichi Hasegawa
”Alright. Covenant established. Sounds good.” Zenkichi replied, a little bit awkwardly, before taking a breath and nodding a few times. ”Thank you, really. I’m sure this will come in handy. Preservation, Restoration, and Purification, right? The three protocols?” He clarified.
“Correct. And you’re welcome.” By now, the wind was really starting to whip the trio’s hair and clothes, not to mention interfere with their conversation. Sandalphon glanced up at the sky, knowing that the storm could descend any moment. “Apologies for the delay. We should definitely return to the ship.” Her eyes narrowed as she prepared to set off. “This weather strikes me as supernatural in origin.”
Zenkichi’s mouth thinned into a line, and his eyes narrowed along with Sandalphon’s. ”Yeah, we should definitely get back. That…doesn’t look good.” Akane, for her part, picked up on the implication, returning Maru to her Sphere and frowning. ”Akane, if anything happens, put me between you and it. Same for you, Sandalphon. I’ve got your backs.”
Huh. For a second there, Akane could have sworn that her dad seemed…cool. Weird.
As the other Seekers began splitting off into groups, or going off on their lonesome, Geralt looked out over the sea. Part of her, likely the part of her that was once an Abyssal Princess, stared wistfully out onto the water, longing to feel it once more, or to see her Ordnance Platform again. The massive weapon was a great help in the Deep Blue, and of no use whatsoever in Midgar. Her thoughts were broken by Goldlewis's announcement, but rather than join him, Geralt went off on her own, walking along the beach in contemplation.
Fusing with Karen was a risky move, with the benefit of some hindsight, though she wondered just how deep a mistake it could be. Karen Travers was powerful, possessing numerous psychic abilities, though it was her understanding that such a thing was unnatural among psychics, who normally only commanded one, and used technology to share their powers with others. Was Karen somehow able to store abilities he'd shared with others? Would she be able to do something similar?
Perhaps of greater import was the damage such continual fusion had done to her armor, and the fact that she was now a woman. They'd have to see if they could get Peach back to normal, so that Geralt could also go back to normal. Though, she'd be keeping at least the Spirit of the Orphan, and perhaps Ishmael. No point in forcing that responsibility upon another. And although fusing with her had triggered the transformation, Ishmael's abilities had proven rather useful thus far. The Abyssal princess was another matter, gratuitous size and claws aside, Geralt had felt slow and...not quite clumsy, but less agile than before. Given how much of her fighting style revolved around dodging and parrying, that would have to be remedied. If somebody else so chose, they could make use of the Ordnance Platform. As overwhelming and useful as its power had been, Geralt wasn't one for standing around and protecting a giant cannon. Maybe she could be used as a Striker?
Her wandering brought her near a bar named the Dreamjolt Holstery, and Geralt paused, thinking. She could certainly use a drink, and taverns often had some food to go with the drinks they served. Entering the establishment, she found a seat at the bar and waited, looking around. It was certainly a nice place, well-kept and playing enjoyable music.
"Hello there, lovely. I'm Siobhan, the bartender. What can I get you?" Asked a strangely-dressed woman, evidently the bartender. Geralt perked an eyebrow at the friendly greeting, but decided to ignore it, chalking it up to her personality.
"Not sure. Always been a fan of the harder stuff, but...it looks like you've got something a bit more complex going on." Looking at a small menu, Geralt tried to pick out the drinks that seemed most appealing, but given that she had no idea what most of the ingredients were, it was a bit tough. Ultimately, she settled on a drink called the Wake & Slumber, which boasted a stellar champagne as one of its key ingredients.
"Won't be too long, now. Let me mix that right up for you. Want anything to snack on while you're here?" Siobhan asked, prompting Geralt to check a board on the back wall. After a few moments, she decided on a Giant Bavarian Pretzel. It sounded like it would be nice, and mentioned having a beer-batter cheese for dipping.
"Got something on your mind? Noticed you staring out over the water for a minute there." Siobhan inquired as she put down a nice-looking drink and gestured to the kitchen. "Pretzel won't be long, dear. So. Lot on your mind today?"
Geralt grunted, taking a sip and savoring the flavors, humming in content. "A lot, frankly. Something big just happened in Midgar, and a lot of people are probably going to get hurt because of it. On top of that, I'm still looking for Ciri, and now I just heard that the place my wife was staying at got attacked while I was in Midgar. Just...a rough day, to be frank."
Siobhan gave Geralt a soft smile, nodding. "I'm sorry to hear about your wife. I hope she's alright, though from the way you talk about it, it sounds like you're less worried about her safety, and more about where she was?" Geralt nodded at that, taking another quick drink before replying.
"Yes. Don't get me wrong, Yen can take care of herself, but we thought we found a safe place to stay at between jobs. And frankly, I'm a bit worried about everybody else that was there, too." Siobhan nodded again, closing her eyes for a moment before giving Geralt a friendly pat on the hand.
"That kind of trust is a wonderful thing. I'm sure Yen's a lucky lady to have a wife like you." Geralt's lip twitched at the reminder of her current situation, but she supposed she was technically Yennefer's wife right now.
"Yeah. It just feels like so much happened while I was away, and now I have to go and make sure the world doesn't burn to the ground while I fix it."
"Oh, that's a feeling I am intimately familiar with." Siobhan replied, laughing. "Especially on busy nights. Though I get the feeling you're being a bit more literal than dealing with some drunks." Geralt let out a little chuckle, nodding in response.
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Zenkichi blinked a few times after Sandalphon approached, then gave her a little smile. Though they’d just spoken the previous night, it certainly felt like a lot of time had passed. Dealing with Arahabaki and everything that happened below the surface, then defeating the Guardian and Consul C after dealing with Y, all just in the morning.
Akane, on the other hand, was a bit more intimidated. Her father was a fairly tall man, but this lady had a good few inches on him. She almost rolled her eyes when Sandalphon knelt to meet her eyes, but when the woman spoke, part of her was glad she didn’t. There was an undertone of sincerity in Sandalphon’s voice that gave her pause, then she nodded. “Yeah, it’s…been a lot. First dad comes back from work and tells me we have to go, drags me to a place with some weird secret agents, one of them stabs me with a key and makes me realize we’re in some weirdo alternate reality, and then after a couple days hiding out there, apparently there’s a civil war or something, then his friend shows up on TV and says the city’s about to collapse and she’s gonna lead a new one?”
Her tensed shoulders dropped, and Akane let out a sigh. “I could use a little peace.”
Zenkichi just shrugged, chuckling a bit. ”Yeah, I don’t mind. And don’t worry, Akane, Sandalphon’s pretty cool.” Smiling at his daughter and giving her a reassuring nod, Zenkichi’s face dropped when he recognized the look on her face. Oh no.
“You just think she’s pretty, dad, I’m not stupid.” The moderately acerbic comment left a grimace on her father’s face, but Akane just shrugged. “At least she looks old enough for you.” At that, he actually groaned a little, running his hand down his face.
”Oh, come on, Akane, at least cut me a little slack…” He whined, hanging his shoulders slightly.
For a brief moment, Sandalphon’s pupils became star-shaped sparkles, and though they quickly snapped back to their typical power symbols, a faint shadow of amusement remained on her angelic features. “It’s heartening to see you two so close.” She could only assume that this sort of ribbing, uncommon among strangers, spoke to the strength of their familiar bond despite circumstances that could have easily strained it. “After so much clamor and upheaval in the big city, I can certainly use some peace and quiet myself. Come,” she gestured toward Port Meridian. “Let us go together and sample a simpler walk of life.”
The three set off at a leisurely pace, Sandalphon walking on one side of Akane and Zenkichi on the other. So far, very few of the Seekers had seen the archangel not holding something, be it a staff for healing, a gun for harming, or a gunstaff for both. Still, she conducted herself with the same serene grace, though the way she clasped her hands behind her back gave her a slight air of stiff formality. She soaked in the sights, sounds, and smells with wide-eyed curiosity, from the storefronts to the waterfront, sometimes pausing to observe that the others might consider quite ordinary as they breathed deep of the gloriously fresh air.
“I realize that I’ve sorely missed scenery like this,” she remarked. “Last night, I mentioned Grams. It’s also a big city, though smaller in Midgar, and I’ve learned that the world I hail from would be considered medieval by most standards.” Sandalphon paused to peer into a lamp shop, where masterpieces of metal and glass either stood or dangled in all shapes and sizes, aglow with warmth and fragrant with burning incense. Then she stared up in mild bemusement at a retailer that evidently specialized in lawn gnomes, her expression blank but her pupils turned to triple question marks. The next moment, the sight of an absolutely filthy Pomeranian distracted her as it raced by, yapping loudly and leaving a trail of mud in its wake. “It had its fair share of problems, but around Grams lay a beautiful pastoral landscape. On days of rest I would often stray out through the fields, entreating the local beekeepers for fresh honey. There really is no greater delicacy.”
While saying this, her gaze edged toward the port town’s farmers’ market. Though she clearly didn’t intend to steer her acquaintances anywhere in particular, her body language made her desire quite plain.
”Wanna check out that farmers’ market?” Zenkichi asked, having easily caught the angel’s side-eye of the stalls. She definitely seemed a bit more expressive, though that just might be him getting used to having to catch the quick flashes of her pupils whenever they changed. It was very cute to watch her reactions to things that were, to him, fairly mundane.
Sandalphon bowed her head in a formal nod, her appreciation unspoken.
”Where we came from was definitely more like Midgar than your world sounds like. We also don’t really have anything that could be described as magic, or dragons or even androids. There are pretty basic robots, but they’re never really more than a simple learning program or remote controlled thing stuffed behind a metal shell. Nothing sentient, at least.” Akane nodded, looking over the different stalls to see if there was anything she was interested in.
“Yeah, but we do have the coolest superheroes in the world, the Phantom Thieves!” The girl cheered. “I am their biggest fan! I even do a livestream dedicated to them! The Phantom Phreaks! Hehehhehe!” Akane giggled happily, remembering their return and their takedowns of some seriously high-profile targets before everything changed. “Dad…do you know what’s gonna happen? Are…we gonna get to go home?”
Zenkichi sighed, frowning. ”It’s…pretty complicated. We don’t know what’s gonna happen if we stop Galeem, that…thing, that caused all this. There’s a group of people working towards the same goal as us, but…we don’t know how much we can trust their intentions, either. Or what’ll happen if we win. But if we don’t…we’re trying to figure out what to do from there. I think Sakura and Karin are trying to hedge their bets in making that new city.”
Akane’s enthusiastic hubbub about the Phantom Thieves brought to mind something Sandalphon had heard just minutes ago, and steering the conversation back toward lighter matters than the worlds’ fate felt prudent. “I believe that Midna just mentioned these heroes of yours,” she mentioned to Akane as the three headed toward the market. “It would seem that the Phantom Thieves have been an immense help to the campaign against Galeem, but are currently operating elsewhere. Once I establish contact with them, I promise that you will be the first to know. Perhaps you could even meet them face to face.” She paused for a moment, an idea occurring to her that might benefit them both. “It sounds like you’re very knowledge about the Phantom Thieves. Since I myself wish to know more, please feel free to tell me all about them. There is no such thing as too much detail.”
By then, the trio had reached the marketplace. Rather than a massive, jostling, noisy throng of hawkers and hagglers like the bazaar of Al Mamoon, this long row of open-air stalls reflected the more humble, communal, and relaxed nature of Everdream Valley itself. As the chief place for the Valley’s many producers to offload their choicest or surplus commodities, the market boasted an incredible variety of goods on sale. Though eager to sample the local honey, Sandalphon saw no reason to rush past all the market’s offerings, and happily browsed the stalls while Akane regaled her with her near-encyclopedic Phantom Thief knowledge.
“And nobody really knows exactly how they do it, but they call it ‘Stealing Desires’, and apparently they’re not the only ones who figured it out, because after they stopped being active for a while, other people started stealing desires, too, but from regular people! And they were manipulating them into buying their merch, or watching their show, or voting for them! But the Phantom Thieves realized what was going on and came back to make them stop! But what I really love the most about them is that they don’t just fight people abusing power. They inspire others to be stronger, too!” As Akane continued telling Sandalphon all about her favorite heroes, Zenkichi listened with a smile. Knowing what he did about Joker and the other Thieves, it really wasn’t a surprise that Akane looked up to them. They were good kids. He just hoped they were doing alright.
Bright colors, flowing mists, and intriguing spells brought the eye toward one popular attraction immediately, the Liquid Miracles potions store. It enchanted customers with intricately decorated bottles of all shapes and sizes, the mixtures within aglow with sorcery. Perhaps most remarkable of all was the shop’s proprietor, a bronze construct with distinctive swirly cheeks whose glass belly full of bubbling brew made him look like a magic potion himself. His stall even included a DIY station, where customers could mix together different premade ingredients themselves to see what magical effects they could cook up under the supervision of a strict-looking owl. As Sandalphon watched, a young man tried his potion and immediately shrank to half his size, much to his friends’ amusement.
Next up, a blocky stall run by a curious, large nosed fellow -every bit as angular as his shop- offered all sorts of fruits and vegetables in flat pixel form. The villager’s wares included carrots, potatoes, beetroots, pumpkins, apples, and berries. Despite their bizarre, minimalist appearance, they seemed to act and taste just like the real deal. Unfortunately, he didn’t have what Sandalphon was looking for, and her attention soon wandered to a stall that specialized in ‘plorts’. It offered an array of the strange polyhedrons via its expansive market board, each boasting uniquely useful material properties. These plorts seemed to come from slimes, and there were even a few of the sludgy critters for sale for the right price. And that was just the beginning; there were pals for sale, either as pets or labor, handmade goods like woven baskets and knitted sweaters, and even a stall with a live Woolipop where customers could get a cone of its ultra-sweet wool, carefully spun out to the airy consistency of cotton candy.
Akane’s eyes caught the stall with the Pals in it, locking onto a particularly fluffy and adorable pal: A Cremis. “Dad, it’s so cute!” She cooed, looking at the vulpine pal with figurative hearts in her eyes. “It’s a shame we couldn’t have any pets before…” Slumping her shoulders a little, Akane shrugged. “But we didn’t have one in Japan either, sooo I guess it’s whatever.”
Zenkichi was not fooled. He was dedicated to being more attentive given this third chance to be a good father as well, so he tapped Akane’s shoulder and gestured to the stall, turning his head to Sandalphon. ”Gonna check this out real quick. Shouldn’t take long if you just wanna look around or something.” Walking casually up to the stall, he looked over the different pals they showcased, but his eyes kept darting back to the Cremis Akane was cooing over before he turned to the proprietor. ”So, how much for the fluffy little guy?” He asked, gesturing to the two.
“The Cremis? 680 Zenny. I’ll take Kins, too, assumin’ you’re from Midgar. Comes with some food and a Pal Sphere to keep it in when you don’t want it runnin’ around, too. They ain’t tough, but they ain’t high-maintenance either, so they’re jus’ fine for a pet.” Checking his balance, Zenkichi frowned when the pretty pitiful sum showed itself: he’d been having a rough couple of weeks when the Seekers showed up, and was pretty sure he’d been fired by now, if HR was still running. He did, however, have a couple thousand in Yen in his wallet, and inquired if that would work.
“Uhhh, lemme just take a quick look.” Checking the paper money and opening up a small notebook to examine, the shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction and opened up his register to get Zenkichi his change. “One-to-one exchange rate with Zenny. I’ll give ya back your Yens directly, but your change is gonna be in Zenny. Just try not to get it too mixed up, though most places’ll take a buncha different kindsa money.”
Thanking the shopkeeper, Zenkichi went over to Akane and her newfound friend with a smile, dropping his hand on her head. ”Surprise, Akane.” He preened as the shopkeeper got a bag of food for them, as well as a Pal Sphere which he used to ‘capture’ the Cremis.
“All yours, kid. Take good care of her.” The man said, offering the sphere with a smile.
“...Wait, what?” Akane looked between the two, confusion and disbelief on her face. “You’re…you’re serious?”
Zenkichi just nodded with a small smile. ”Yeah. I just…it looks like things are gonna get weird for a while, until we find a place to settle in. Figured you could use a friend who isn’t gonna be running off constantly and getting into fights every day, ya know? I know it doesn’t make up for…everything, but…gotta start somewhere, right?”
Akane just stared down at the Pal Sphere in her hand, biting her lip as she tried to process what just happened. After enough time that Zenkichi started to worry a bit, she turned around and gave him a quick hug, before backing off like he was radioactive and releasing the Cremis from its Sphere to fuss over it. “Oh my goodness you are so cute! And we get to be friends from now on! Oooh I gotta come up with a name for you!!!”
Love ya too, Akane. Zenkichi just though, smiling lovingly at his daughter. Given how things had been between them…that hug was a lot. And even if neither of them would say it, they both knew it well.
While the two went about their acquisition of a brand new pal, Sandalphon lingered nearby rather than going off on her own. Though she pretended to be browsing nearby stalls, her rather paltry efforts made her curious observation of father and daughter all the more conspicuous. The archangel paid special attention to their shared interactions, noting the way they looked at and treated one another. Neither expressed their affection out loud, but their bond seemed endearingly clear in the way Zenkichi cared for his daughter; he expressed his love with a gift, expending a chunk out of his seemingly limited funds to satisfy Akane’s unspoken wish. Such trust, appreciation, and understanding…surely that must be the very picture of love. In Sandalphon’s entire life, she had achieved something like that with just two people: her sister Metatron, and Regina, her pactbound human among the Apostles. By now, it felt like they’d been gone forever, and the archangel found herself wistful with longing.
When Zenkichi and Akane were ready to move on, Sandalphon conveniently happened to be right there. “Oh, hello again.” She knelt down in front of Akane’s Cremis, and though the fluffy little critter shied away at first, it edged forward to sniff Sandalphon’s fingertips before consenting to a caress. The archangel’s pupils became hearts. “Very affectionate. Did you come up with a name?”
Smiling happily as Sandalphon pet her new Pal, Akane nodded thoughtfully. “Yes. I’m going to call her Maru.”
Zenkichi couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. ”Round, huh? Yeah, I guess that fits.” The thing was basically a big ball of fur, after all.
“An excellent name,” Sandalphon decreed.
It wasn’t long, of course, before the three found exactly what the archangel wanted: a beekeeper’s stall, run by a bearded man who bore a surprising resemblance to Goldlewis. “If you want honey, you came to the right place!” He offered the archangel a jar of viscous liquid that shone with a faint pinkish-orange light, the gentle, dreamlike hues of a sunset sky. “This here’s honey from Beegardes, made usin’ Saffronia flowers. The blossoms glow at night, just beautiful, and lemme tell ya, the honey tastes just as good. A lovely treat for a lovely lady, eh?”
As Zenkichi and Akanae stood by, they gradually became aware of a familiar, tantalizing smell. Not far away stood the source: a Japanese-style ramen stall with an open kitchen, run by a squat, mustached, red-faced man who crafted his dishes on the spot with the aid of supplementary robot arms. The stall featured a short line and a tantalizing menu, each piping-hot, aromatic bowl more mouth-watering than the last.
Vegetable Noodles (V) — Vegetable Broth, Bok Choy, Shitake Mushrooms, Fried Egg; green onions
Mushroom Noodles (V) — Vegetable Broth with Mushroom Medley (Chanterelle, White Button, Black Shitake), Tofu, Onsen Egg; cilantro
Bone Broth Noodles — Clarified Beef Bone Broth, Beef Skewers, Ajitama (seasoned soft-boiled egg), sliced Carrots; cilantro & green onions
Without realizing, Zenkichi and Akane had begun to gravitate towards the ramen stall, the smells of home pulling them away from their angelic companion. Looking over the menu, Zenkichi let out a long breath. ”Oh, man, I could go for a ramen bowl for sure . How about you, Akane?”
Her new friend back in its Sphere, owing to her propensity to wander a bit, Akane nodded as she stared at the ramen stall’s menu, looking over the different options. “The green pepper chicken sounds good.”
”I was looking at the Smoked BBQ noodles, myself. Let me get us some. Oh, one sec actually.” Turning to look back at Sandalphon, he waved and called over to her. ”Sandalphon! Wanna get some noodles? My treat!”
In the end, the archangel vacillated very little before heeding the beekeeper’s recommendation, even if the special Saffronia honey came at an inflated price. After her hard-fought victory in Midgar, not just over the Guardian but over her stagnant, ignorant life in Galeem’s shadow, Sandalphon supposed she could indulge herself just once. The vendor was wrapping up her purchase in brown paper and twine when Zenkichi’s call reached her, bidding her look in his direction. “Noodles…?”
After accepting her parcel in a little bag, she headed over to the ramen stall that so captivated the others. Though not at all familiar with this kind of cuisine, she could tell at a glance that they all appeared to be savory pasta dishes immersed in broth, flavored with various ingredients. Sandalphon generally preferred sweet things, and she genuinely believed that eating honey exclusively was the most efficient diet, but not for one nanosecond did the archangel actually consider turning Zenkichi down. He was offering her noodles out of the kindness of his heart, and they were free, meaning that this life-sustaining meal was a gift–an expression of how he felt toward her. For a brief moment, though longer than last time, her pupils became sparkles again. “You’re too kind,” she told him. “I would be honored to partake of your generosity. I hope you’ll allow me to return the favor in the future.”
She chose the Pumpkin Soup Noodles, figuring that it would be wise to ease into consuming salty, fatty foods. The moment the cook received the trio’s order, he got straight to work. His robotic arms moved with uncanny speed and dexterity, working in perfect tandem with his real arms to process ingredients and assemble dishes with astonishing precision, a dance of culinary mastery. Even Sandalphon, so perceptive that her eyes could track his every move, fully believed the chef to be employing some sort of magic. In mere moments, he set down bowls of Smoked BBQ Noodles for Zenkichi, Pumpkin Soup Noodles for Sandalphon, and Green Pepper Chicken Noodles for Akane with theatrical aplomb, his mechanical arms clapped together over his head as if blessing the food for his customers.
The three couldn’t get to a nearby bench fast enough. ”Itadakimasu!” “Itadakimasu!” The Japanese pair chorused, smiles on their face at the taste of home, barely taking a moment to pause before digging in. After shoveling some noodles and pork into his mouth, Zenkichi paused and turned to Sandalphon. ”Back in our world, we say that in our country. It’s a way of showing our respect to the people who made our food.” With that slight bit of exposition about their culture, he dug back in.
Sandalphon nodded sagaciously. “Ita…itadakimoss.” Then she helped herself, albeit with considerable more restraint than the others. Her worrying overconsumption of hot coffee had numbed her to the broth’s warmth, but most of these flavors were an all-new experience.
A bit of the way through their meal, Akane slowed her eating to a stop, turning to the angelic woman with her and her father. “So, uh, Sandalphon. You mentioned the…world…you came from was rather medieval? Compared to Midgar, at least. What was it like?” While he didn’t stop eating, Zenkichi notably slowed down and turned his attention towards Sandalphon’s answer.
After covering her mouth with one hand in order to maintain some small semblance of decorum as she slurped up some noodles, Sandalphon swallowed and dabbed at her lips with a handkerchief. “My homeland, Grastaea, is a world defined by the relationship of humans and dragons. Long ago, the dragons who ruled over nature warred with humans over the course that the world would take. However, a threat emerged that forced both sides to work together, leading to the first pact between human and dragon, a bond of trust between Ilia and the Holyworm Elysium that came to be called ‘Dragalia’. Thus, human and dragon brought about an age of peace and cooperation. Until more recently, but that is in and of itself a long story, and am sorely lacking in detail.” She paused for a moment as she chewed on a red date, relishing its sweetness. “More to the point, I suppose, Grastaea is a beautiful realm of trackless fields, ancient forests, towering mountains, and glorious kingdoms, filled with magic, danger, and mystery.” She glanced at Maru, who patiently sat at her owner’s feet and silently begged for food, then up at Akane. “Does that answer your question?”
Akane nodded, gently rubbing Maru’s head and looking around before grabbing a piece of egg and holding it over the Cremis’s mouth, dropping it in with a smile. “Yes, I think that does. Japan…where we come from, can be like that. We have a lot of mountains, and forests, but we also have a lot of big cities and land that people use. We don’t have anything like the weird psychic stuff Midgar had, or some of the more really high-tech stuff, but you can get almost anywhere in the world within a couple of days. If you have the money.”
After that, the conversation subsided somewhat as the girls realized that their ramen would soon cool off. By now, Sandalphon felt more comfortable around the other two, and them around her as well, so rather than feeling the need to fill an uncomfortable silence with small talk, the trio could enjoy the tasty food, seaside breeze, and overall lovely day. Trying to let go of her tension, the archangel relaxed on the bench, her legs crossed and her halo glowing softly as she savored her noodles one mouthful at a time. For now, shadows of the past and worries for the future seemed as far away as Midgar itself.
With all of the added support coming in the wake of Karen and Consul C's defeats, Zenkichi was able to slow down a bit and space out his last few attacks, conserving a small amount of energy for later. Even Tycoon's most desperate barrage of attacks couldn't stop the Seekers, however, and before too long, the Guardian of Midgar collapsed, starting what could very well prove to be the end of the city itself. The myriad portals around Tycoon closed, severing the flow of what Sandalphon theorized to be Midgar's energy source. Taken, as Avalanche had claimed, from the very planet itself...just not their planet. Not their current planet, at the very least.
Time travelling energy. What a concept. Zenkichi chose to ignore the horrifying implications for the future, while Geralt wasn't entirely convinced that this thing had such power as to make and keep open portals to the very same world, years if not millenia from now. Such a thing...did they even fight Tycoon at its true power if that were the case? Or was this merely a shell of what it could have been? She supposed it didn't matter. What mattered was what came next. She and Zenkichi went to collect Spirits from the fallen, though the latter had much more reverence for what he took in his hands.
"Sumimasen, Konoe-san. I couldn't save you. But I promise, I won't let your death be in vain." With a low bow and a sad sigh, he crushed the Spirit of his twice-rival, Akira Konoe.
Item obtained: Hero's Sword A long straight saber, almost like a kendo stick, with an elaborate white handguard. Its laser blade glows brilliantly as a breaking dawn, its vivid red a foreboding promise to any who lurk in the dark. Wielded with dexterity and righteous resolve, it inflicts concentrated heat damage, capable of stripping armor in order to reduce defense, and its range can be extended when slashing (and especially stabbing) at the expense of some SP/mana/energy
"I can't say I'm too surprised at that, actually. It was a really cool sword. I'll have to make use of it sometime. Thank you, Konoe." Dematerializing the sword to be resummoned at a later time, he looked to the others, particularly Geralt, who had bravely chosen to fuse with Karen Travers.
Notable spirit consumed: Karen Travers The host is a little shorter, 6'6". Her hair is shorter but still long, down to about her thighs, and is a bit scruffier and grayer, with only a very slight orange tint. Her horn is almost gone, and her ghoulishness is gone, leaving a slight haunted, sunken, unhinged look around the eyes (which are now green-tinted), not helped by a bad case of RBF. Her physique is sturdy, and less busty. Her outfit is now more black and gray with sparse, more Japanese inspired armor, and the jacket is longer, essentially a trench coat. The tie is gone, and instead of a collared shirt it's more of a turtleneck. The host's personality is more serious, and willing to do whatever it takes for what she believes in, to the point of defying orders. This spirit confers the Power Brain Eater, which allows the host to permanently copy psychic abilities via aggressive grappling of other psychics' heads. Only psychic abilities can be taken for her own. This spirit also confers the Weakness Brain Crush, which will put the host into a special staggered state if enough brain damage is quick succession
"Gotta be kidding me..." she groaned, looking herself over. "Still a woman...but at least that damn horn is about gone. Less heavy in the front, too. Lost a lot of armor, too, though. Damn. I'll have to find someone to make me some more. And some money..." She sighed. Still, she was more normally sized now, and a quick feel of her face revealed that she seemed less monstrous, as well. All in all, it could have been worse. Though, she was curious as to what abilities she'd gain from this. She had a feeling it had to do with the sheer number of abilities he had.
With their business concluded, the Seekers escaped via teleporter to the expanse of Arahabaki, particularly where they'd met Karen Travers, and where Zenkichi had foolishly trusted the man to take custody of Konoe. With Midna having a series of portals all over Midgar, they'd be able to get to plenty of places, including what sounded like an airship of some kind.
The news that Sandalphon gave about the defeat of the Machine army was welcome, but given that Midgar itself was up a creek without a paddle still...it didn't get any champagne bottles popping, that was for sure. The others pitched in a few ideas, but Zenkichi...he was done with Midgar, and he said as much. "I'm gonna be honest with you, I'll be happy to see Midgar in the rear view. I feel like all I have of this place is bad memories." Still, Karin and Sakura's decision to stay and try to lead the people to a better life was admirable. Susie...he was less sure about her motives, but he genuinely doubted she could be even a fraction as bad as Shinra and his cabinet were.
Karin gave a speech to the people of Midgar, explaining the situation, before her and Sakura turned to give their goodbyes to the Seekers. Sakura gave personal, heartfelt goodbyes, while Karin was quick, concise, and businesslike, as befit a woman of her supposed stature.
Geralt squeezed Sakura close, and smiled as the younger girl whispered in her ear. "Thank you, Sakura. And I won't tell anybody, don't worry." She gave Sakura a small smile and nodded as she went around to the others.
"I'm happy I found you guys, too. I don't wanna think about what I'd still be like if you never knocked some sense into me." Zenkichi replied with a smile.
As they were getting ready to leave, Zenkichi ran after Karin, waving frantically. "Oh, I gotta go with you! I need to get Akane!" If Midna was already gonna head to the SOU building, he was going with and getting his daughter!
Geralt watched him run off with a shake of her head. But she could hardly blame him; if Ciri were a portal away...even she'd run to it. "We'll have to try to find the others once we're done here. Though, don't take that to mean we need to rush. Another Guardian down...but we can't rest just yet. Still plenty more to go."
Zenkichi had to dodge another swing of Tycoon's giant arms as the Guardian attacked, but now that the smoke was clearing out, that was a bit easier to manage. He'd noticed Sandalphon's transformation, and the lack of a giant birdsnake monster thing meant that things were turning in the Seekers' favor. One down, and their healer was now their own giant murderbot to rival the Guardian. Blazermate was busy helping out the others dealing with Karen Travers, so both the Tycoon crew and the Seekers fighting C would have to be a bit more careful for a bit.
Zenkichi could do that, especially now that he could see where he was going. He drew his pistols, emptying both cylinders into the machine, before calling on Valjean to copy him with a simple Triple Down. Then out came his greatsword, and as yet another buff expired, he turned to Pit and called out "Tarukaja!" to give the Angel an attack boost. He, meanwhile, ran in to melee range to start swinging, careful to avoid both Tycoon's and Susie's arms, though in his focus on dealing damage, he forgot to check for giant lasers, sidestepping a punch only to have a frozen laser unfrozen directly into his face.
Blasted back, Zenkichi coughed and pushed himself back to his feet, sighing before running back into the fray to keep up the damage. He lacked a lot of versatility, but more than made up for it in the amount of punishment he could both give and take. Even that laser had only put a bit of a dent in his reserves, though his ability to keep casting and giving buffs was just about running on fumes by this point. He had maybe a Heat Riser and one or two more offensive casts in him by now, and from there on out it would be just him and his sword.
Adding to his problems was the strange little glowing ring that had appeared around him, and was just not going away, no matter how or where he dodged or rolled. It lasted a few seconds before detonating, stumbling Zenkichi for a moment as he frowned. That was gonna be a pain in the butt to deal with. Zenkichi activated Fury, howling as his body overflowed with energy, and he went into an attacking frenzy, both to keep his vitality from draining too quickly, and to stack the damage as high as he could get it before deactivating it a short while later. It was useful for racking up the damage quickly, but against a single big target, he couldn't absorb enough back with his vampiric attacks to make sustained use reasonable.
"We've got this, guys! Just keep on whaling on him!" He cheered, slashing another gouge into Tycoon's armor.
As the Seekers exchanged words and philosophies with their newly-arrived opponent's, something...changed. Nobody but Nox seemed to be able to tell, but whatever it was, he reacted to it about as well as Zenkichi had to Aoi's death, stumbling and raving as though his life had just been ripped out from under him. And, based on the way he was talking...it had. Ten minutes. Given that he was just talking about undoing all the damage he'd done, the evil he'd wrought, Zenkichi got the feeling that this wasn't their first rodeo. And boy, was that thought harrowing. "Ten minutes...all he got was ten minutes. What a joke." Zenkichi shook his head, but that was neither here nor there. Nox gave up.
And with that, it looked like things were about to wrap up fairly nicely. Sam and Mephisto looked like the wind had been ripped right out of their sails, and frankly, there wasn't even a snowball's chance in hell that Travers could deal with the full might of the Seekers collected here. He'd put up a fight, but not enough of one.
Unless the other remaining Consul decided to join in on his own terms, transforming Mephisto into a monstrous bird-like creature. "You monster!" Zenkichi howled, summoning his greatsword. Still, with Tycoon stirring, they had to act, and even as the transformed Mephisto created clouds of gas that made Zenkichi wish his mask covered his mouth, he ran at the Guardian, buffing himself with Rakukaja to help shrug off the titan's blows and the sting of the gas clouds.
It was not an easy task, however, as Zenkichi found his vision obstructed enough that he had to abandon attacking more than once to reposition, which left him open to taking a surprisingly soft blow from the Guardian. Yes, he was defense-buffed, but still...that was like a feather! More threatening were the frozen lasers, which further reduced his mobility and forced him to maneuver around their lines of fire, lest he wind up being blasted around by them. Still, there were patches of safe zones he could work with, even if their relative infrequency limited his ability to dish out damage. But as soon as Rakukaja expired, Zenkichi threw it back up to keep himself covered. Susie seemed to be doing alright for the moment, and if things got dicey he'd be more than happy to throw a Heat Riser her way and keep her going, but he had another way to put the hurt on.
"Valjean, Megidola!" Changing tune to dodging and relying on Valjean to attack, Zenkichi found himself even more taxed as Tycoon ramped up its efforts, covering the arena with little balls that started getting larger way too quick. This time, however, he missed the mark, another target zone hidden by Mephisto's clouds, and the follow-up strike from Tycoon landed nearly head-on, launching Zenkichi a bit away and knocking him onto his butt. "Ohhh, that stings. Still in this thing, though." He mumbled to himself, stretching his arms. "Let's go for a One-shot Kill this time, Valjean." He ordered.
It was slow going, but between his many buffs and ability to deal damage from a distance with Valjean, Zenkichi was able to help Susie in slowly wearing down the Guardian.
Things went from bad to worse quickly. Blazermate went down, Zenkichi got his knee buckled in (he wasn't an old man as much as he might like to complain, but he was not young enough to shrug a hit like that off), Sandalphon was forced to transform into Heavenly Wings after healing Geralt, and from there it only got worse.
With Roxas, Midna, Karin, and Sakura all down for the count, either dead, missing and likely dead, or incapacitated and on the verge of death, Zenkichi's options were limited. When Sukukaja came off cooldown, he buffed himself again, this time with Rakukaja to keep himself alive, but he still had Heat Riser in the back pocket. His own greatsword was half the size it used to be, so he dismissed the weapon and summoned the Closing Statement. Between its heft and his defense buff, now was the time to take the offensive. If Karen was surprised by the change in aggression level, he didn't show it. Still, Zenkichi was noticeably slowe than before, so he didn't bother with Hypervelocity, instead keeping Sclerokinesis up while he absolutely hammered the Phantom Thief, who shrugged off Karen's punches like they were barely a tap. As long as Rakukaja was up and he could land hits, the combination of his natural durability, his life-steal, and the defense buff would keep him alive. If only he could see a little better past his misty eyes.
Geralt, meanwhile, had abandoned all reason, leaping about the battlefield using the Orphan's strength, launching fireballs at each of their enemies, and then leaping away whenever one turned her way. Even Tycoon found itself the victim of a few barrages of Ardor Blossom's flames, but as the Seekers' numbers dwindled, so too did Geralt's ability to evade attack. With Sandalphon down, Sam entrusted Giovanna to Nox and broke off after Geralt, tired off having to dodge fireballs. His sword flashed out, carving through an ethereal wing, and Sam tsked while one of his fellow Winds of Destruction appeared to attack. Knowing that Monsoon would simply evade any attempt to cut him, Sam instead parried the series of sai attacks coming his way, backflipping out of the way of yet another of Geralt's barrages of fireballs. This time when she leapt away, Sam followed, sprinting after her about as fast as she could run herself.
The rampaging Witcher did not take kindly to this, and screeched violently, bolts of lightning appearing as if from nowhere and spreading across the battlefield, forcing Sam to jump over them and come down with a brutal overhead slash. Geralt found herself unable to dodge in time, the high-frequency blade carving a bloody line through her arm and down her side, but not quite severing the limb. She let loose another blast of fireballs, pushing Sam back with a cocky smirk, though he was not so distracted as to get hit by the next blast of fire sent his way, either. He ran around Geralt in a circle, pushing her back into the path of one of Tycoon's lasers, correctly guessing that she was too focused on killing him to notice.
Zenkichi, on the other side of the fight, was doing his damndest to stay alive and whittle down Karen, but Mephisto healed whatever damage he managed to chip past Sclerokinesis with the Closing Statement and Valjean's help. "Dammit!" He grunted as Rakukaja ended, and Karen launched him with a punch. Forcing himself up to his knees, he drew his revolvers and unleashed every round he had on the Septentrion, then calling for Valjean to hit him with a Megidola again, only for the man to teleport out of the blast radius and behind him, punching him in the back of the head. Dazed, Zenkichi looked around, eyes locking on the first Seeker he saw: Pit. "Save...save Akane, kid..." He groaned out as Karen's hands gripped either side of his neck. "Valjean. Heat Riser." Were the last words he got out before Travers twisted.
As Zenkichi's limp body faded into ash, energy flooded Pit's, boosting his speed, defense, and offensive abilities significantly. If the captain of Heaven's Host had paid attention, he'd know this boost would only last a minute, but it was all they had.
Geralt was blasted across the platform by Tycoon's unfrozen laser when Sam launched the pommel of his sword into her gut, pushing her back into its path. As she got back up, she saw him rushing her once more, and in a moment of lucidity, transformed back into her natural Identity, steel sword coming from its sheath in time to parry a slash. "Oh? Back to normal?" The Jetstream mocked, stepping back with an expert parry as Geralt launched into a relentless assault, steel flashing and limbs flying to take any opportunity to strike at him. He was almost impressed, but there was a certain...something missing from her savage blows. He could tell this wasn't Geralt at her best. Part of him was sad at that, but part of him knew that he'd come this far. Made his path. Whoever won, won. That was it. He had bigger fish to fry than to worry about missing out on the best fight he could have gotten.
Sidestepping a kick and parrying a sword slash, Sam sheathed his blade and breathed, pressing the trigger on his sheath and launching his blade into, through, and out Geralt's thigh. Stumbling to her side, Geralt's breath hitched, and she sighed, wondering if this was it. Her final battle. Her true death. Sam sheathed his sword, shaking his head softly. "Guess that's that, then." He breathed out, eyes narrowing when instead of crumbling to ash, Geralt began glowing slightly, her blood turning back into Lifelight and slowly flowing back into her body. "What's this?!" He said, turning his head briefly to Nox. "This one's doing something!" He called, narrowing his eyes as Geralt rose once more, steel sword in a defensive posture and the protective shield of Quen shimmering around her body.
More, her eyes and posture were clear of the manic energy that once consumed them. Geralt's mind was sharp as steel. "You'll pay for that. For all of them." She warned, voice even and firm.
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