[center][u][h3][i][color=0072bc]~Bastion[/color] and [color=C71585]Roma~[/color][/i][/h3][/u]
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While the Heavens planned and Hell schemed in regards to their future conflicts, the Machina were concluding lingering business that began in the Dianax Valley with the Elicitor's purloined cargo. The Machina Queen's treasure, now commonly known as Bastion, had finally reached her intended destination, though the chains were not planned for. Within their fortified capital, the corrupted treasure lay unconscious upon a metal slab, limbs restrained for safety's sake but doing nothing to alleviate the tension in the quartet of guards stationed around her.  

It wasn't easy to make a machine 'twitchy', but Bastion's power was well established and had the GRNTs on high alert. There weapons were still trained upon her limp form when the sole entrance opened to admit a [url=http://i.imgur.com/istmE1d.jpg ] peculiar [/url] figure. Despite her dated style of dress, the Machina snapped to attention the moment she was before them, her dull gaze peering down onto Bastion's sleeping face. [color=C71585]"You have done well in watching over Bastion, but I will have to remove the seal upon her. Leave us."[/color]

The GRNTs stared at the new arrival, some even training their guns on the woman. Who was she and who gave her the authority to deal with the Queen's Treasure? Yet one of them must have put two and two together because the motioned for the others to stand down and train their guns elsewhere. There were rumors of a mysterious benefactor always by Queen Eos' side, someone that eluded the awareness of even Stark Zealot and  Marquis. Apparently these rumors had to be true if this woman was walking in from the very shadows and ordering them about.

As the GRNTs soon departed like they were tasked to do, Bastion twitched about on her makeshift bed. Her body shivered as flesh met the cold steel that was the slab she rested upon while her arms and legs instinctively strained against the chains holding her down. She was still recovering from the effects of the demonic capture method Hibiki had used on her, and so she was out like a light. Even now, she slept in fitful slumber beneath the woman dressed in kimono's gaze.

[color=C71585]"Hmm, fitful slumber?"[/color] Eos' benefactor noted flatly, moving around the table to observe Bastion from every angle. [color=C71585]"It was not my plan for you to wind up in Demon hands, but I must imagine you enjoyed the experience, no? You have always been one to enjoy...forced hospitality. Yes, I do believe that was the term we agreed upon."[/color] 

Her cadence and demeanor appeared to be wholly uninterested, possessing the sort of detachment which had earned the nickname; The Eel, though there was a fondness to her words. [color=C71585]"You may want to sleep through this process, but I would rather a live audience. It has been some time since I have had to break a seal like this."[/color] The Eel reached into the folds of her kimono and withdrew a case from a hidden pocket that she rested upon the table outside Bastion's reach and opened it, revealing calligraphy brushes and a reservoir of ink. 

[color=C71585]"But with a canvas like your supple flesh, how could I resist the challenge?"[/color]

The strong scent of the ink wafted to Bastion's nose and she suddenly coughed from the potent fumes. Blinking awake, she realized that her body was once more pinned down with a strange face looking down on her. This was starting to become too often to deal with and she immediately glares at the kimono-clad woman with mismatched eyes. [color=0072bc]"Great. Let me guess, you're gonna do something to make me fight for you now?"[/color] she said, already straining at the chains that held her down. [color=0072bc]"Hurry it up then so I can make sure to kick your ass when I escape."[/color]