[b][i]GM Post[/i][/b]

[b]Pablo, Jeim, Vane, Henry, Oscar, and Nikolay[/b]

Pablo instinctively enclosed Jeim in his arms, holding him tight before saying, “I was thinking of you, actually. And we’re boyfriends now?”

His expression was that of a puppy searching for affection, melting at Jeim’s touch even as his mind burned with the urge to try and ‘redeem’ Jeim as soon as possible, to show him that his mentor in the Hammers was an exploitative, even abusive, ass who would gladly throw Jeim away, not knowing that the Korean-Filipino/Filipino-Korean deserved more. How Pablo wanted to kiss the other student, to publicly display affection in ways others might deem scandalous!

But he won’t - Not when Jeim was just putting up a cover. Pablo nevertheless relaxed and softened his posture before saying, “I hope you’re seriously proposing - My heart will break if you’re just playing with it.”

Pablo knew he was doing that anyway - Jeim was too engrossed with preserving his cover to actually have a serious relationship. That and he was probably infatuated with his Mentor anyway. So he waited for the other young man to get off him, all the while as his own body was flowing with urges due to the closeness of Jeim’s own. How he wished that he were in [i]Malenkov’s[/i] position right now!

A shadow then covered them both - It was a Human-sized Siege Tower, two meters tall and one meter wide, with tiny ballistae and catapults on top. It was a Noble Arm projected by one Kim Daehan, a full-blooded Korean who was another member of Malenkov’s cell.

“Can you two sick fucks stop with the public displays of affection already?!” the tall, well-muscled (though not as much as Henry) student shouted at Pablo and Jeim. “Some of us are trying to study here!”

Pablo whispered into Jeim’s ear, his composure recovered, “I think Mr. Daehan himself has a crush on me - Don’t ask how I knew that.”

“I heard you, you twink-wannabe!” Kim shouted, “And I’m giving you valuable life advice: Stop acting as if your life is your personal Yaoi Hentai fantasy - No one likes your ‘magical realms’ except yourself!”

Pabo whispered again, “He and I used to play Tabletop Games together - He plays overpowered characters with absurd combinations of skills, I GM scenarios involving his character ending up shirtless or… Unclothed. Let’s just say he throws shit at me for that, just as I complain that he defeats all challenges with a few rolls.”

“You’re just jealous because I am better at building characters than you are!” was Kim’s enraged response. “I can create characters with anti-everything chaotic damage, unlimited initiative ratings, divine armor, and multiple anti-world artifacts!”

A new voice broke in - A young Japanese woman, about 15 years of age, was patting Kim’s shoulder, saying, “Stop associating with the wilfully ignorant. Those who fail to see the truth we wield deserve naught but our scorn and bafflement that they do not think the same, elevated way we do. Once those who are smarter, more rational, and better rule the world, we can usher in Utopia.”

“Okay, goodbye!” Pablo said, even as the voice, the telepathic message from the Hammers, whispered into Jeim’s ears again.

[i]These are Malenkov’s associates, Kim Daehan, the ‘Siege Tower’, and Kasumi Karasuma, the Arbiter of Fate. The former’s Noble Arm is plain as day, the latter is a Katana which tricks the weak-willed into thinking that it can alter Fate and Time. Once Malenkov is gone, you will either lead them or kill them.[/i]

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