[hider=Doll Minerva]A member of the Cascade, to a degree, "Minerva" is a Doll; more accurately a Hunting Doll. When necessary, she and the others of her squad ("Celia"//Type 019 & "Ren"//Type 202) are given their target and transported to the appropriate Nether Layer.

As a Type 077, Minerva is a Bombardier Doll; serving the functions of tactician, scout and ranged combatant.

• "Artemis Core" provides a variety of ranged apparel, though its default form is a bow. Switching Core functionality is nigh instantaneous, but requires a moment for "Hunter Doll Ammunition Wavelength" to acclimate with new weapon type. 


• Minerva was designed, physically, to drawn attention in the Nether Layers. Her base appearance never changes, unless a malfunction is to occur.

• While no Doll Trio has an appointed leader, Minerva holds that position within "Doll Trio 87151". Colloquially called "Midnight Lantern". Celia serves as their close combat expert, and Ren is their mage. All matters are discussed, but Minerva's command is the final word.

• Midnight Lantern has not returned to their home in a considerable amount of time; though they send reports regularly. Some among the Cascade suspect that Doll Trio 87151 to be on a secretive mission for one of the Enlightened Supreme.

• While most Hunter Type Dolls abhor the Netherspread, Minerva quite enjoys exploring its forgotten reaches, exiled peoples, and strange treasures.[/hider]

Little bit of information regarding [i]Divine Doll Blues[/i]

Now some for...a change on [i]Rival Rumble[/i]

[hider=Twisting]The taste of copper stuck to every tooth; creeping down to pool along uneven surfaces, before it touched tender and tortured tongue. Above, though through tightly clamped lids, spots of green and yellow invaded the fading darkness of recently inflicted unconsciousness. August Archer knew that he had lost, simply because victory never came with the leaden cloak of pain pulled tightly about his throat.

[I]August, you ok?[/i] his Shroud asked from whatever Abyssal Pocket she currently inhabited, sounding only mildly concerned. [I]Messing around with Peace is fine, and all, but we gotta save the world, buddy![/i]

"Shu'up Pomona..." Hands were on him, light hands that wove a healing aura that pushed ugly azure alongside undulating green and spastic yellow. His weapon had dematerialized, along with his Oracle Emblem. "I didn't want to fight her, anyway."

[I]Least it's out of the way, now, right?[/i] Pomona sounded closer. Like she was whispering with her lips lingering just beyond his ears. [I]Events from here on out fall into a strange category![/i]

"Peace Lunarmada and August Archer can't be friends in this world, can they?" He didn't open his eyes. After all, Pomona was very near; even if no one else could sense the Shroud. Her eyes, yellow and restless...a too-wide smile beneath; all aimed at him. Waiting. "Because if Peace doesn't die tonight, the Hourglass manifests..."

So much more went unsaid. Pomoma nodded, placing a hand on August's cheek. Ethereal and tinged with a warmth that made no sense to the waking mind, she was gentle.

[I]Killing Peace, tonight, gives us access to the Prismatic Hourglass.[/i] Excitement. Unusual for a Shroud. [I]We can change it all![/i] Fingers laced through August's, invisible and all too weightless. [I]All you have to do is...[/i]

"Kill the heart of this world." He nodded. Peace hadn't seen his Honest Blade, just the strange boon of his Oracle Emblem. "Change everything by using me..." August felt Pomona's laughter, and the shake of her head. "Fine. We change everything, using each other."

That was the way of it. 

Shroud and Seeker. 

Honest Blade and Honorable Rival.

Yet, here he was; plotting to kill a girl who had done nothing wrong. [I]Peace Lunarmada[/i], host of the Prismatic Hourglass. 
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