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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 9[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]/////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]/////////////////////////////////////////////////// (49/100)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] S.O.U. hideout -> Seiran Clinic
[color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 1
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Virgin Victory teleport room
Top of the Split mountain
Outside the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage
Tostarena Town
S.O.U. Building
Seiran Clinic
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As the talk went on and the caffeine set in Midna started to get increasingly fidgety, tapping fingers, swaying her legs, and eventually randomly popping item’s in and out of the twilight realm as a way to burn off the false energy the drink had flooded her small and un-acclimatized body with.

About a third of the way through the discussion that had some consequences other than being annoying, and that was when her mind, wandering around her realm, touched upon and pulled out something unexpected: a desiccated skull, one with a mix of canine and human proportions writ larger than both should have.

[color=Aquamarine]”what the … oooooh, I forgot about those … I wonder if”[/color] she said to herself, before starting a remote rummage around the area, resulting in a crowned[url=https://i.imgur.com/mpEJUHQ.png]helmet[/url] plopping down into her lap as well. With an addition of just a bit of shadowy padding, the skull slipped rather nicely inside of it, a combination that had the princess grinning to herself.

For the rest of the meeting it sat there with the princess channeling energy into it and twiddling around spell matrices and rune craft as she filled up its empty head with a new will. This put a convenient end to her physical fidgeting, and let her, and everyone around her, focus a bit better on what was being said:

In regards to Roxas’ own idea, well, she did not get a lot of the references he was making, but in contrast to the general shooting down of the idea the others had, she did have one thing to add: [color=Aquamarine]”It’s not like we haaaaave to register this group. It's not like being unrecognized by the state has stopped us doing stuff already after all, so we could very well just keep it that way. I mean we wouldn’t be able to go above board the group and advertise it, but we could still get some kind of word of mouth reputation. Plus we might get funds or local contacts out of it? Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye out for ways we can help, and spready our name around while we’re at it. More than we already are anyway. We’d just need some kind of under the table way of being contacted by people who need our help”[/color] 

After that she mostly listened with interest to learn a little bit about the regime’s secret police and secret projects that did not paint it in a good light, and then in disgust to the details about the corruption, interdepartmental conflict and the reckless endangerment those were going to result in.

[color=Aquamarine]”Urgh, well that’s another black mark or three against the government of this place. Having some kind of underground independent wing of our dealings in this city is sounding more and more appealing by the moment”[/color] she commented. It was a shame the closest thing to the resistance that had helped her and Link out in reclaiming Hyrule seemed to be more concerned with blowing up whatever a Mako Reactor was (she assumed it was something to do with the whole lifeblood of the planet thing that had been mentioned that Avalanche opposed the burning of) than fighting whatever dark nightmares of mind control and who knew what else the government was potentially concocting in its research facilities.

After all that news, some of it very grim, she felt it was good to have Pit’s sunny attitude burst through any clouds of gloom and get them focusing on what they could do right here and now: help out their Psych-OFF infiltrators, help stop the robot attack, and anything else they could do too on top of that to help the people of the city out.

[color=Aquamarine]”Yeah, let’s get out there and do what we can. Do some daring heroics, save as many lives as we can, make a name for ourselves and pry open as many cracks as we can to get at the secrets within”[/color] she agreed.

After that, they sorted into two groups, with Midna lagging behind just a little to open up a portal inside the S.O.U. Building in-order to start setting up her teleport network around the city. After that she caught up with the others heading back to psychic town, this time going there via train.

On the ride over she kept tinkering with the skull she’d found (which got her some odd looks but nothing more) and remotely got her pets to hunt down and collect the disparate parts she needed in the twilight realm. All that prep meant that when she got to the former clinic Goldlewis
had acquired, she was ready to inaugurate the new hideout by performing her own highly unorthodox medical operation within its walls.

She set up a portal as she had said she would, and then she set to work, opening up a dozen or so temporary portals and dumping massive hunks of armor and old bones outof them and onto surgery tables. Then, with her trusty wolfos assistant (who only needed to be stopped from chewing on said bones twice) she set to work, the princess’s mad science being fueled by the last gasps of her caffeine rush. The dead warrior’s remains were reassembled, and re-encased in the layers of armor it had worn in life only now with shadowy magic, rune craft and random bits of cloth for padding filling in for its missing flesh and muscle.

Turquoise light pulsed through the clinic’s windows as the magic began to come together for the grand finale, and then came to a climax as lighting flared as the princess touched the armor and gave the that which it held a spark of life long since lost. 

Undead two ghostly glowing lights awoke in the empty eye sockets of the warrior for the second time in its existence, and it began to rise from the oversized operating table as the princess failed to resist the urge to laugh maniacally and declare her creation to be alive! Alive!

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Twilight Darknut: Midna adds a reanimated [url=https://imgur.com/a/Dsc80QW]Darknut[/url] to her roster of creatures she can summon from the twilight realm. As with the other’s it is its own entity (one cobbled together from spare Midna discovered in the equivalent of a dusty broom closet in her twilight storage room, having used a few of these as captains of her short lived personal army during the time war) capable of both death and fusion. 

The darknut itself is a towering figure, close to twice as tall as the average human, and clad in thick metal armor. It is also equipped with a large round shield that it is highly capable at blocking blows with. Combine these defenses with its undead nature, and it is safe to say that Twilight Darknut is an incredibly resilient combatant, at least when it comes to physical damage. 

Its main weakness is a very slow movement speed, the armored warrior able to at best advance at a walking pace, although its turn speed is comparatively nothing to be sniffed at. High caliber weapons, electricity, heat, and other types of attack that counter heavy metal armor are also natural counters to the towering knight, as are holy, light and other undead killing damage types.

Offensively, it is armed with a hulking broadsword and a lighter longsword as a back up, which it wields with impressive skill and speed despite its armor. It can be equipped with other weaponry, though it’s proficiency with new gear is related to how closely it matches the starting gear.
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The towering darknut then promptly bashed the crest of its helmet into the, for it, far to low roof of the clinic. The resulting mix of amusement at this silliness and a touch of embarrassment at having damaged their new property broke Midna out of her mania, just in time for her to experience the combination of caffeine crash and growling in her stomach which reminded her that she really had not had a proper breakfast.

[color=Aquamarine]”Urrgh, never again”[/color] she swore, an oath she would likely not uphold, and then, if anyone was still about, would check [color=Aquamarine]”If you want to join me for taking a look around this bottom half of the city, I’m going to grab an actual breakfast, and then check out the reservoir. Apparently it has some psychic pests in it that could be handy spirit wise. Plus maybe it’ll help out the locals, which can only help us in turn if we’re going to be setting up shop down here”[/color]