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As Rodias departed from the Sixth Chapter, he would notice several eggs around; being carried by the Survivors of the Apocalypse, as well as them being followed around by small animals -- specifically, foals and puppies. It wouldn't take much to determine the foals were draft horses from their stocky, albeit, awkward build; the puppies were different stories, as they were a mixture of wolf dogs and huskies in lopsided measure of one-in-four, husky to wolf dogs. Rodias could determine that Chuunitrixx meant for the draft horses to transport material back and forth, as Survivors could be seen building cart and carriage, while the huskies were meant to travel to Settlement Gamma, and the wolf dogs were meant to be a nondescript species of dog.

He would also see members of Expedition Team Alpha were loading the carriages with several items of human apparel, packed neatly into several trunks, and several of the carts were loaded down with weapons more akin to Warriors, Rangers, Spellcasters, and even Alchemists. It seemed that not a single barbarous weapon was being loaded. Behind him, as he took his leave, Rodias could feel that Enderall was coming alive; a corpse no longer, but a cityscape bustling with life.

Just what scale of operation was Chuunitrixx planning?
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It was, with an unbecoming, grogginess that Chuunitrixx awoke, and found her world had changed -- by design, of course. Her intended goal was Necropolis Gothika; designed to make an impact on this world as significant as Chateau Gothika had been in YGGDRASILL.

An existence worthy of... something she'd yet to decide.

As such, she had to adapt to the idealized style of a Necropolis -- an ancient city of rustic Grecian design. Chateau Gothika would serve as the primary structure, Enderall, it's core, and her Settlements would mark the boundaries. Each served it own purpose to her needs, to Gothika's need; to the north, Gamma would work on Spellcasting, between Wizardry and Sorcery; to the south, Epsilon would work on Alchemical pursuits from simple Transmutation to Homunculus Creation; to the east, Beta would train the Rangers that would make up part of her martial forces; to the west, Delta would train the Warrior that would make up the remainder of her martial forces; and, lastly, in the center, Alpha would assembles them all as a cohesive system directly under Chuunitrixx's command.

Against her belly, her future Camp Leaders; Mimics with as much sway and power as Enderall herself, who would lead each Settlement in its intended purpose. Although, they would not hatch for a week, in her corpse-still heart, Chuunitrixx had named and gendered them: Gamma would be learned by Circe, and follow her magic to the fullest; Epsilon would be instructed by Dionysus, and learn from his vast intellect; Beta would be taught by Athena, and be directed by her arrow; Delta would be drilled by Ares, and marched into battle aside his sword; Alpha, of course, would be guided by herself, under the moniker Eris, and benefits from her boundless, loving chaos and tricks.

Standing, Chuunitrixx gave each egg a fond stroke, before she spread her blanket over them, and walked to her balcony. Her skyrise was gone, as Enderall shifted her form from Traptrixx's original design to Chuunitrixx's Greek design; now, she stood at the summit of an extravagantly tall noblewoman's homestead, and looked out onto the cityscape that sprawled out before and around her. It was no longer rotting, but pristine and sculpted of marble; roads almost painted in glorious shade of red and yellow stonework, while buildings were decorated with flags with the Racial Symbols of Mimic and Doppelganger, and the Clan Banner of Bandersnatch flapped above her.

"[color=forestgreen][i]Keikaku doori...[/i][/color]" she grinned, like the Cheshire Cat before Alice.
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Chuunitrixx left her balcony, after a few hours of planning and designing contingencies, and grabbed her rifles. However, her jacket was babysitting, so her holsters were unavailable; as such, she just grabbed Ariamis, and her gun belt. Lightly armed, Chuunitrixx headed to the town square, and walked around the marketplace; snapping up food plifered from around the Chateau by the Expedition Team Alpha.

“[b]My Queen, we’ve assembled the curriculum that you required for the future sovereigns,[/b]” stated an Alpha Survivor, as he fell into stride with Chuunitrixx. “[b]I am designated as Socrates of Expedition Team Alpha, elect to speak for Expedition Team Alpha. I will, also, be the first in with Plato of Expedition Team Gamma, Aristotle of Expedition Team Epsilon, Alexander of Expedition Team Beta, and Leonidas of Expedition Team Delta,[/b]” says the Mimic named Socrates, “[b]We are blessed to oversee and facilitate the growth of your design, my Queen. Ah, shall I address you, henceforth, by your Formal Title of Queen, or your Divine Title of Eris?[/b]”

“[color=forestgreen]Eris,[/color]” Chuunitrixx answered, ““[color=forestgreen]Less words to say, Socrates.[/color]” Nodding, Socrates bowed to Chuunitrixx, and plucked a red apple from a basket. “[b]I may be out of my station to say, but...[/b]” he smiled, “[b]You’re missing your monkier’s best known feature.[/b]” Chuunitrixx looked at the apple, and thought of the Apple of Discord; a golden fruit that sowed discord among all that coveted it. “[color=forestgreen]Aren’t I,[/color]” she asks. “[color=forestgreen]Socrates, seek this out of Rodias in my stead, and send word to all Settlements. I want such a thing of my own...[/color]” Socrates bowed, “[b]I shall see it sought for you, Eris.[/b]”

Chuunitrixx smiled, and crunched into the red apple. “[color=forestgreen]Delightful,[/color]” she purred.
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[hider=Settlements Progress]
The message was relayed to seek out rumor of something equivalent to the Apple of Discord, as well as the overall purpose they would serve, the Settlements -- honestly, Hamlets in size -- began to replicate the Grecian design of a fledgling township; using Concreep Mixers to create a blueprint that would be replaced by the Marbled Concreep Mixers that would transported with the first transport of carts. It was their task to upgrade their Hamlets into Villages, and connect them to each other upon a marble road, once that was possible.

In the meantime, they all began to collect materials to send back to the Queen, now Goddess.

From Gamma, they managed to catch fish after a full night’s practice, leaving some alive to attempt to breed in the future, while the rest were killed, and placed on ice to be transported back for the market. In addition, they managed to stumble into a Boreal Forest pick at for plants and animals to pluck and kill for the markets, and started to lumber some of the nearby Boreal Trees; their unique compositions would prove useful in woodworking pursuits where cold-proofed wood could be applied. 

From Epsilon, they had no fish, unlike their northern allies, but were blessed with a similar cold-region selection. In spite of a lack of forest, there were plenty of fruit bushes and flowering herb patches that had managed their foothold on the high lands, and stubbornly held on. They would prove invaluable in their alchemical pursuits, and more so in the markets. The animal selection was less varied, but its practicality of goats nearer to the top where they freshest water lain in snow-capped peak would prove useful for breeding stock and milk. In addition, the Ore Deposit that were ripely laden along the mountain would truly shine for the Chateau’s future in metalworks.

From Beta, it was less and more the same of what could be found in the nearby village. Information was the valuable trade here; learning the comings and goings, events, tragedies, and celebrations that trickled into the adventure-starved lives of a dreary, little township. Additionally, they learned the coinage and the structure of its hierarchy under the guise of foreign travelers; finding the New World used a series of coins minted in the shade of emerald known as Olms, ruby known as Decrim, and pearl known as Exaltus; respectively values at 1, 10, and 100. Humans were found to have loose tongues, and looser still with drink involved, so a winery and vineyard were set -- research displayed, fruit wines had better per capita that rice and wheat beers in the noble and commoner world.

From Delta, the mountainous exploits would continued, however, with a warmer and salter taste to it all. Like Gamma, fish would be captured and killed, however, those set for the market and plate were salted by the very water they were born of, and said ocean water was farmed for sea salt. Having little difference in the mountain structure, much like Epsilon, Delta opted to provide more of the artisanal and less of the wartime materials that Epsilon could, and sends back clay and precious stone with their flora and fauna exports; however, they did not skim on their Ore and Woods, wasted resources were intolerable for the grand scheme ahead.

Tirelessly, for no Mimic tired, they would work in shifts, replicating biological sleeping patterns, until they carts rolled into town, and then, the ball would be well and truly rolling.
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