[i]“What a fucking weakass excuse, no surprise there I suppose. ‘It’s all just a game I don’t need to stress myself about it’ a literal selfish way to justify being a dick to everyone. You always bitched about not having a girlfriend and getting pushed around at work, but blind to see how the person you are in the dark is someone no woman wants, and is a bottom bitch to literally anyone else.”[/i]

The odd, final words of Mamoru’s creator. She was present only long enough to be commanded to leave the room as her creator prepared to battle against the others creators, not entirely an unusual occurrence. His righteous fury was something that Mamoru understood and supported well. He was a warlike man, yes, but always used his powers to challenge others to be greater, to use their power to rise to the top instead of merely dominating the weak. Mamoru believed him to be a man who would never use his powers to abuse his underlings, and had the conviction to always defy tyrants. So it is little wonder he never got along too well with his fellow Creators when their ideals clashed. He always returned to her after these battles. But he never came back from the last one. 

Mamoru looked around her room, sitting up from her couch. She had been lazing about as she often does, napping or thinking about things. While most warriors may use this opportunity to train, Mamoru’s passive abilities allowed her perfect retention of her martial skills and they will never degrade even without use. Which gave her plenty of time to goof off and occasionally work. As she went to put her shoes on for a walk a skull on her coffee table began to rattle. The “Bone Phone” as her Creator called it. It allows her to contact all and any of the skeletal butlers in the chateau. Through it she received word that the Sable Lord, Rodias, wishes to have an audience with the Chapter Keepers as well as his higher level officers. That would include Mamoru.

She felt a bit excited. It has been so long since she had finally had something to do. Ever since her Creator left, no one has ever called upon her services, meaning she had only ever been in her chambers here or the Skeleton Quarter to deal with her minions. Speaking of which as Mamoru left she went into said quarters. Although the undead needed no rest nor food, their arrangements were organized similarly to military bunks, with each skeleton owning a bed and box to contain their personal belongings, which they usually lacked. This was a hold over from the Chateau’s earlier days before they had skeletal butlers and used homunculi, who did require rest and food. Nowadays the beds serve more as the skeletons individual address and their storage boxes as a means to retain items given to them that has not been specifically told to return, such as petty loot and costumes from the Creators. Thus just about every Skeleton Butler had things like party hats, festive elf ears, and arrow-through-the-head accessories for whenever the Creators feel whimsical.

But near Mamoru’s own room say a large wooden desk. It had a few trinkets such as an hourglass, some stationery, a dragon’s tooth, and a small narrow vase with a preserved flower in it. But the important thing was the magic book. This book was no spell tome: instead it not only controls all the Skeleton Butlers, but also monitors the cleanliness level of the Chateau. It was the sort of “main menu” for Mamoru it anyone else to know what part of the guild needed any maintenance, service, security, or simply to send some Skeletons over to make them useful. At the moment the vast majority of the skeletons were on standby mode and that would not do at all. While the cleanliness levels of all the rooms in the Chateau were above 95% (relative to what would be defined as clean for the rooms of course), she would not allow her minions to stand idly by while work could be done! So to save her time from having to do this later, she sent the skeletons to begin routine maintenance as well as security patrol. Of course the messenger skeletons may continue their duties: Mamoru would never directly override the commands of a Creator.

With that done all Mamoru needed to do now was to find the Creator. An easy enough task, but one she must do with haste now that she had spent precious time dwaddling about. Fortunately she had just the thing for that. “Dragon Dance.” Standing with her feet shoulder length apart Mamoru started a furious yet graceful dance, creating draconic imagery as she moved. Her body glowed with power as her physical and magical strength were bolstered, however this activated a contingency that Mamoru had just set up. “Gambit: Power Swap.” In the same instance her dance empowered her, Mamoru immediately reallocated those bonus stats points into agility. Which in turn activated another Gambit. “Gambit: Automaize.” With this Ability she maxed out her agility to ensure full super sonic speed for a short while, more than long enough to make up for lost time. More so since the meeting place, Climax Hour, was a fair bit of a ways away from the Skeleton Quarters. Fortunately with Mamoru’s new agility where she was going she wouldn’t need stairs.

“Prepare the trebuchet!”

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Mamoru would enter the room with a slow, methodical pace, acting as the graceful maiden she is. Never mind that her method of travel and arrival could be at best described as “Ballistic”. Like any proper maid, she makes sure to look refined and pure on the surface, and keeps the dirty details hidden. At the Climax Hour she would bow her head and curtsy. “Mamoru Dracobreaker, Manager Maid of Steel, at your service.”