[@The Irish Tree], [@Stern Algorithm]

As power once again began to flow through the proverbial veins of the Chamber of Imaginary Numbers, the floor began to awaken - rather quickly in fact. From having been noething more than a silent tomb colored a deep, dark and dim blue, things were now changing at a rapid pace. The four lesser orbs that loomed above the main dais sparked and crackled as they came to life again, bristling and sending arcs of their violet energy wildly around themselves, as if overjoyed to once again be active. The great big sphere at the center of the room began to hum softly, as it too began to recover its glow and modest, limited radiance. The walls began to send numberous small packets and surges of energy along its numerous paths, and the runes and glyphs came to brim and pulse with their luminence once more.

As Rodias reactivated the golems, the sound of groaning metal could be heard throughout the floor, followed by heavy thumping steps. The servitors and caretakers of the floor's day-to-day needs were again active, and as if nothing had ever stopped them, began to resume their duties at once, without fail or confusion. Then again, the golems of this floor were not but mindless machines, set to perform their tasks and obligations regardless of circumstance. As they began to move and work however, Rodias and the Many-Heads-of-Salem would be privvy to watching the magnificent revival of the blue aurora borealis that was the ceiling of the COIN, and one of Ivonbraids' personal favorite aspects of the area - he was very proud of it.

As life returned to the chamber that had been asleep for so many years, the main event was nontheless the revival of the Chapter keeper herself. The casket that safely housed her petite, but well-endowed, frame began to hiss and rumble. The protective, translucent shell around it began to withdraw, sounding somewhat similar to a heavy industrial door opening automatically. As Rodias held and supported the tiny automaton girl, he would be the first to witness her slowly opening eyes, one green as an emerald and the other similar, but with thick, amber-like discoloration close to the iris. Her expression remained the same however, a calm, peaceful, yet also neutral and somewhat indifferent look to her face. She blinked once. Then twice. Then her mouth moved, and the soft voice, that spoke in a slightly monotone and mechanical way, made itself heard for the first time in over half a decade.

"Start-up sequence, initialized. Success.  Unit online. Updating. Error. Considerable time-lapse detected, attempting to re-align  systems. Failure.  Switching to autonomous mode. Success. Adjusting settings for movement and daily functionality. Success. Unit: Isolde Theta-Arondight-9 has successfully reactivated. Commence operations."

Her first words were more like that of a computer's OS when just booted up. Though, given her nature as a machine-based lifeform, perhaps it wasn't too strange. Once this initial tidbit was out of the way however, Isolde sat up, looked around her surroundings, then landed her gaze once on the floating doll heads, then moving to look Rodias straight in the eyes.

"Observation. You're not Creator Ivonbraids." The girl stated bluntly to the gentleman who had helped hold her up as she was wakening. "Aarmed. Chastity may have been jeopardized during prolonged inactivity. Concerned. Did you do something shameful to this unity while it was asleep?" Apparently, somebody had taught this little lady about creeps who went about and violated coma-vitims, or something of the sort, given her immediate distrust and labelling of the Salbe Lord as a possible pervert. Also, even though she said she was alarmed and concerned, her face and tone of voice did not change - not one in the slightest.

Before Rodias even had a chance to respond however, a whirring noise could suddenly be heard. And slowly but surely, rising from the dais just behind Isolde's own casket, ten glass-like pillars began to rise out of the floor. They looked similar to big test-tubes or the type of full-body medical tanks you saw in sci-fi movies and media. Inside each tube however, was a figure. Each looking identical to the next. Each wearing a bodysuit, and a very stylish visor-like headgear. Furthemore, they all very much resembled Isolde, albeit without her braid or lavish clothes. With hissing sounds and small jets of steam shooting out of the sides of each tank, their respective doors slid open and stepping out from within these oversized preservation tubes, the ten members of the ESPER Wings emerged.

[url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/blazblue/images/a/a6/XBlaze_Code_Embryo_%28Illustration%2C_20%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20171115150121]Standing side by side, silently glaring at Rodias and Salem's medium, the many visors lit up with a deep, bright red light, which was rather unsettling.[/url] Either they were planning to attack, or they were simply judging the visitors - harshly - after the comment made by their Keeper. Speaking of, Isolde had by this time climbed out of her pod and was standing next to the Sable Lord, a veritable dwarf in height when compared to the much taller man. The stasis casket, on the other hand, slowly began to descend back down into the dais, before being gone completely. The ten tanks of the ESPERs also sank back into the ground. The only things remaining atop the elevated plateau now, were Rodias, Salem's many heads, the ten Aerial Aces of the Chateau, a suspiscious Isolde and the large, humming COIN Sphere.