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He had been silent as he often were. Only speaking if he truly felt like he could add something or was asked. He never joined the meetings in his physical form, it was just too much of a bother.

"If we want to win the tournament then how about we make certain their strongest cannot make it to the tournament?"
His astral self turned its head to the left and right to all the shadowy figures around the table.

"If the one named Alto were to vanish then their chances would drastically drop. What I am suggesting is to retrieve him."
Seldom did he enjoy talking to any of those in the school, but right now he needed to convince them to aid in capturing Alto. If it would fail they could still join the tournament and he would have a shot at killing him right there.

"You have beaten him before Clara. You could do it again. But this time we go out in force during the night and find him. Without him they will lose morale and fight amongst themselves which shall effect their performance."


His astral self smiled a healthy smile, but it was a content smile. A premonition of vengeance to be taken, where the divine providence would be delivered by his own hands. "Another option is taking one of those close to him and use as bait to lure him out. Gilliam you could disguise your way into their midst could you not?"

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"If we're going to kidnap Alto, I would volunteer myself to participate," the girl said with a bright smile. "I can just turn him into an ice statue with ability and then we can just haul him in with no problem at all!"
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Unpleasantly greeted by King at the front gates, Ria knew something was going on. While it wasn't unusual for King to occasionally show up looking for her, something was different this time. King had purpose. If he needed Ria when he had intent? Something bad was going to happen. Or something good. Something extraordinary always happened when King actually waited for Ria outside the gates of St. Laurel's.

King only said one word.

Ghosts.

Ria liked to keep things real. Imps? No problem. Devils? Preferable. Banshees? Easy peazy. She'd even prefer fighting Leraje. She never liked ghosts. Getting slammed by a steel chair from behind does that to a person.

Despite her initial revulsion at the idea of fighting ghosts once more, she folded and agreed to help. Ghosts it was. She just needed to grab her bag of gear from her house. Especially the fire extinguisher. She had a feeling that someone would set something on fire.

Ria, with duffel bag in hand, and King met up with the others in the church. King explained the situation. Of course, one thing remained.

"So," Ria said, hints of unwillingness in her voice, "how exactly do we get these ghosts? Unless you want to throw some salt at them and try to punch them while they're not looking?"
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In the dark something heavy slapped get hands on the table, the tremor nearly knocking over the nice little glass of tea Gilliam had so kindly set there for her. She would have stood for effect, but she was already standing. Bak always stood at these meetings now. They had lost too many brave chairs for it to be otherwise. "Rurik! She said across the table. "You must sit up! If not you will just be going to sleep again where we can not see you. Christine, tell him, you know I am speaking truth."

It was only in this room that wrongdoers got any sort of warning other than the tell tale roar of a rocket lighting up. She'd learned that the hard way the first time he'd deflected a rocket into Clara. It was her greatest shame, the daughter of kind generous Mr. Mephisto being singed by one of her own weapons! She had spent all of the next day distraught and had been extra careful with her punishments since then on.

"As for how to be crushing St. Laurel's team," She said, switching gears and pumping both fists in the air, "Vittorio and Christine are having right idea. We should crush the horrible Alto as soon as possible! With mortar, or landmine, or giant cannon!" She looked around eagerly, but it was impossible to read the others expressions in the dim light, so she looked back down to the teacup. An idea struck her. "Oh, but Gilliam should not be involved. He is first year. They do not know he is monster yet. Remember how rattled they were in last tournament when I came out? And I am not even invincible monster like he is."

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"Augh, damnit you!" Kath turmed around and made sure to give Andreim a strong punch on the shoulder too. "What'd I tell you about doing that! You're teasing me in the wrong way!" Whenever Andreim had the chance to tease Kath, he did that. In returm, Kath tried to remain vugilant so she could do the same. This time however it seemed like she was bested. Accepting her defeat she nod at the approaching duo of Cyan and Liselotte, and burrowed her face into her hair as she prepared a devious response for Andreim.

In the following minute or two, Kath wouldn't have been able to intervene even if she wanted to, as new members of her school seemed to have flocked to the building like birds. Big, fat, overly old birds with superpowers, but hey, thats the best example she got at a moments notice. Still, better than maki g some cliché not about sand or water drops.

From what she could gather, there was little useful info said by either parties. Nobody knew why they were there and it seemed that apart from her and Andreim, everyone was summoned to the place.

Kath was still trying to think up a perfect comeback when the gods graced her yet again with the perfect oppurtunity. Andreim vowed to be the "partner" of Valois, but he couldn't escape the well trained eyes of Katherine. It seemed like he was aware of how weird he sounded and he immediately tried to correct his mistake, but it was too late: the damage was already done and it gave enough time for Kath to make the perfect comeback.

As Samoth began to extrapolate on his choice of partner, Kath shifted closer to Andreim and gave him the most devious and sly smile she had made in her entire life. "Wow. Very smooth Mr Charmer." She winked and Andreim before glancing over at Valois. "You must be an apex predator, but for whatever reason you seem dsitracted. Y know, a wise man once told me-" Kath cleared her throat and imitated the voice of Andreim. "Take caution for you may be hunted yourself at times." Kath snickered and looked back at Andreim with that deviant smile. "I'm sure you and your vision can see how hot I am and can track me, but your abilities seem to elude Valois for whatever. I guess you got burned son." She snaps her fingers to create a small ball of flame that quickly disappeared before turning his attention back to Samoth.

"And I suppose our "Fire Team" won't have any objections to teaming up together.." Yeah, nothing better than team exercise. Maybe now she can try out this mean rigth hook she's been practicing for a while on Cass, to see if he's up to the task of being a firebuddy. She pulled ober to her buddy and crossed her arms around Cass's whilst pushing herself against his now trapped arm. "Aw, you're sweet to think about our particular synergies Samoth. I'm sure we'll be just fine Cassius over here." She turned her head to face Cassius and winked at him "Ain't that right, firebuddy?"



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"Now, now, Bak. Don't be so angry. He can't help it. That's just how he is," Christine said with a giggle. "But Bak's also right, Rurik. You should sleep less in meetings as well."
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After leaving the vehicle, the first to greet them was Andriem. Or rather, he greeted Liselotte with a grand flourish and a mouthful of words, and then gave Cyan a simple greeting with a hand on his shoulder. Andriem made him feel a bit uncomfortable, there was something about him that felt subdued but hostile. Cyan wished he would get his hand of his shoulder already, even his touch caused discomfort. However, he assumed it was just his imagination and didn't say anything, not wishing to be rude.

"Do you guys want to tackle this in a three groups of two? It’s best to make sure every room in each floor is clear. We can take out floors more efficiently if we move in groups of two, and meet up at each staircase when we had cleared out our sections," Cassius offered before apologizing and suggesting they could draw lots. It seemed not many cared much about the drawing lots part, Cyan included as he wished to partner up with Cassius, but everyone basically agreed that partnering up was a good idea.

"Now please, don't all swarm me at once for partnership propositions!" announced Liselotte, standing a couple yards to Cyan's right. One might assume at first that she was joking, but being classmates Cyan knew she was actually like this, and rolled his eyes. Nobody would take up a partner proposition like tha-

"I'll be your partner, Lady Valois-Saint-Remy!" Andriem exclaimed almost into Cyan's ear, holding the fist they had rested on his shoulder up in the air. Cyan couldn't help but take a step backwards and look at him with a glance of surprise and bewilderment. Replying like that would just encourage her pride, why on earth would anyone want that? They must have some other agenda. Maybe they were after her money? Feed her ego and strike when she least expected it? Cyan didn't particularly like the haughty girl and her antics, but he wouldn't want that to happen to anyone. He'd keep an eye on Andriem, but for now the missing students were more important.

Cyan was about to ask if Cassius would be interested in teaming up with him when Samoth half-offered, half-ordered their partnership together, and proposed Cassius and Katherine to be the remaining team. Of course, he knew Samoth wasn't really ordering people around, it was just the factual manner in which he spoke that made it seem that way. Cyan had no problem teaming up with him. As Samoth turned and began moving into the apartment building, Cyan moved around Liselotte and whispered, "Be careful," as he passed, glancing in Andriem's direction. Hopefully she would understand and be wary. It was just speculation at this point, but he thought it best she at least know he could have something nefarious up his sleeve.

After passing by Lise, he sped up into a jog, heading up towards the entrance through which Samoth had gone. As he stepped past Cassius, and Katherine who put her arm around him, he turned as he moved and gave a small wave.
"See you afterwards, good luck!" he called back, before swiveling around back to facing where he was going, and he stepped in through the door.

"So I know you have some magic-stopping type power, do you think that would work on the ghosts?" Cyan asked once they were alone inside the entry lobby of the apartment building. The whole room was filled with dust, with thick layers on the floor and the ruined tables and chairs, and a haze of the stuff in the air that caused Cyan to sneeze a couple times. Beams of light shone through the grungy, broken windows. The wallpaper was peeling and gray, with hints of pale color to them. Remnants of when there was an actual pattern.

"If you can't, what do you think we could do against them? And I think there's supposed to be imps, too." Cyan bent over and picked up what once was a leg of a wooden chair. Wouldn't do much against ghosts, but imps better watch out. It's batters up!


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"Have some confidence in-" He said to Clara, but paused as Rurik fell to the floor while talking about anvils and pianos. "-your colleagues." He got up to pour Christine some tea and serve her a scone.

"Of course, dear. Rurik, do be careful." He said, crouching down next to him and trying to help him up. "If you were to crack your head open it would create a most terrible mess." He then returned to his seat, listening to Vittorio's plan.

"...I would indeed like to see him done away with." Gilliam said, smiling a bit wider than was possible for a human to do. He was starting to breathe a little heavily. He licked his lips. "Alto...I'd love to have him inside me~ He'd melt like butter~ Nothing left even for a funeral~" He panted, fingers at his lips. "I still remember how that sword felt. To repay him tenfold would be-"

*SNAP*

"Excuse me."Gilliam said. He'd accidentally bitten off his middle and ring finger. Very embarrassing. He gobbled them down, a pair of nubs already emerging to replace the lost digits. His gaze turned to Bak as he swallowed them. He was blushing a little.

"You're sweet." He said, smiling and giving her a scone. "I think you're an invincible monster too. But don't worry. I just won't get caught."

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Lise opened one eye after Andreim's enthusiastic reply, scanning the party. Though she was expecting more, the fact that the only polite one there (other than perhaps Cyan) spoke up was probably as good as she would get from this group.

The others quickly formed their own teams and shuffled off, but not before Cyan whispered an advisory remark to Lise: "Be careful." Lise internally rolled her eyes. To think that of all people, Cyan was concerned about her! At the same time, she felt a pang of regret at her initial reaction. Cyan probably was showing concern as a friend. After all, they were friends, right?

Ignoring her rather un-confident thoughts, Lise strode over to Andreim confidently. "So. Shall we?" She said, folding her parasol and stowing it in her bag.

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He felt a bit miffed that his ingenious idea of drawing lots was cast aside. Teams began to form as everyone conversed between themselves. It seemed the teams became- Cyan and Samoth, Andreim and Liselotte, and himself with Katherine. Well, whatever the teams are fairly balanced between each other, though i’d have preferred either I or Katherine to have gone with either Andreim or Liselotte. he thought to himself, not voicing his thoughts as it seems like the groups are already set in concrete.

Katherine began to drag him away, getting a little too close for comfort causing a bit of embarrassment to the white haired young man.

Wait they had seemed to forget something important- in that which section they should each cover so as to be efficient and not overlap with each other. Damn, why is everyone in such a rush? He pried himself from Katherine’s release, and jogged towards Andreim and Liselotte.

”Uhm, Andreim, and Lise- Lady Liselotte, would you guys mind taking on the south section?” he called out in a hurry, before bracing his feet, and getting into a ‘runner’s position’, his eyes on the far off Samoth. In a blur a crack echoed, and a sound of an explosion reverberated before he appeared right next to Samoth. ”D’ya guys mind taking the North Eastern section?” he said, his right shoe had caught on fire. He stomped out the flame threatening to eat through his 7th pair of sneakers this week.

”Me and Katherine will take the North Western* Section.” he continued, he ran back towards her with a pop, ”Sorry about that.”
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As soon as Samoth stepped foot onto the threshold of the building's double-spaced doorway, his Telepathic connection blurred slightly. His brow furrowed.
"There are many entities here." he said, slowly scanning what part of the lobby he could see.

He looked down and to his side at the much smaller Cyan as he asked him a question. "So I know you have some magic-stopping type power, do you think that would work on the ghosts?" Was he nervous? Probably. There would be a decent amount of entities in this proximity.

"If you're wondering if you'll get hurt in here...I doubt it." he said, slightly less harsh than normally. He heard a slight scraping as his companion picked up a detached chair-limb. "And you probably won't need that." he let out a miniscule smirk at Cyan's attempt to arm himself. As he did so, he turned his head towards his left, away from the boy.

"But to answer your question. Yes. My power allows me to touch incorporeal beings..disperse them, even. Imps will take a little more effort, but still..of little relevance."

Samoth paused mid-step as a short gust, and a familiar voice hit the back of his head. ”D’ya guys mind taking the North Eastern section?”

Samoth slightly nodded, his jaw tight. And then Cassius dashed off. "Come, Cyan. Take it slow and stay close to me. Tell me if you see anything suspicious." he ordered, lightly.

They would take a slow pace until the rest of the group was through the threshold, then they would start clearing rooms in their section of the first floor.
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"Ah, thank you, Gilliam," Christine said as she received her tea and snack. She immediately took a sip of the tea and said, "Mmm, this is delicious!"

When Gilliam showed his cannibalistic tendencies, she could only smile awkwardly. Oh, that Gilliam and his quirk. She didn't see him accidentally eating his own fingers, thanks to the dark room.

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Aram hadn't been with the Vigilantes for long. But what he did learn, mostly from other people's advice, was that King was usually right. Hopefully he was right. For the news he gave wasn't the greatest.

First off, they were broke. Apparently they had spent on their money on...candles. Well, at least it was for a good cause. A church. Aram wasn't religious himself, he believed strictly in the sciences. However, he put credit to the opinion that people could believe in whatever they wanted. Who was he to reject their way of life? Anyways, churches helped people. He respected that.

He listened from a pew that was more towards the middle of the congregation area, to the left of the entrance.

One thing that worried him about King's announcement was one word. Ghosts. Technically, if Ghosts were to exist, they would have no mass. But that wasn't scientifically possible..was it? He didn't put much credit in ghosts but...he had seen some weird stuff. Hopefully there would be some scientific explanation. He didn't really like fighting things he couldn't touch..it freaked him out.

"So...how exactly do we get these ghosts? Unless you want to throw some salt at them and try to punch them while they're not looking?" That was Ria. Aram didn't know what to think of Ria, completely. On one hand, she was kinda rude. On the other, she seemed somewhat truthful. But what creeped him out the most was when she looked at him. He felt like he couldn't make a move without her somehow knowing. Something about her gaze..

"I-i have some salt!" he shouted down the aisles, throwing his right arm up into the air, and standing from his seat. "You can borrow some if you want!" he exclaimed.

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"Not getting caught isn't enough. We cannot be suspected." Clara chimed in. "It would be easy to guess who would try such a thing, and they hardly need a reason to band against us."

Assassinating Alto was a great idea and all, except even if the crime didn't make it obvious, there was only a handful of people in the entire city who'd do such a thing. Mind you it wasn't impossible to perpetrate such a thing without the ability to be suspected. Just that they couldn't do it now. The easiest way would be to kill him when there was no possible way they would be able to, but there were a multitude of ways they could be somewhere they couldn't be to begin with.

Suddenly a beholder flew in. A black bat with a single large eye, these were Clara's reconnaissance drones.

"Well now... it looks like we've spied something interesting." She said.

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Rurik just smirked from beneath the table where Bak and most others couldn't see him. She'd never dare to shoot him. Even if it wasn't for Clara's presence, he was next to Christine and Bak seemed to have a mental block about shooting near Christine. No matter what, in this room, he was safe. "Yeah, yeah, I'l stay awake for now..." he told Christine, though still content to lounge on the floor in his toppled chair.

That was until Gilliam forced the issue and "helped" him to sit back up

"Ahaha, o-of course, thank you Gilliam. Your concern is touching." Rurik chuckled nervously. His words sounded sincere, unlike almost every other time he actually bothered to speak. Gilliam seemed like just a nice, polite young man, but he soon switched topics to eating someone alive and actually got so carried away that he ate his own fingers. Rurik's face went pale and he swallowed hard. That guy really freaked him out...

He sighed in relief when Clara basically voiced his inner concerns with Alto being a high profile target. The last thing he needed was Christine getting thrown in jail. Or himself.

He wasn't sure he cared about anyone else.

Then the bat came in and his heart sank. Oh good, something else.
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"Oh, what's that, Clara? Christine said, her face visibly brightening with excitement. "Is it a call to battle? Please tell me it's a call to battle. I want some action already."
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The first thing Ascot would do first was to save as many digital copies of the diary as possible and 'stash' them on several sites and accounts with the help of his family. This is so that the investigation can be restarted by anyone who finds them should Ascot vanish or be put out of commission otherwise. The second thing he would do was to open his Eris Instant Messaging account and send a private instant messaging chat to Vernon, his boyfriend and Mephisto's student, asking for a private date:

Eastern Cottage: Hey, why don't we go to dinner at Paese Delle Fate? I want to try their 'maximum spice platter'. Also, want to invite that painter from your school to do a painting of us on the date? I'll use my savings to cover half the costs. Just be the one to contact him.

Painting can be nude if you want. :p


There was a hidden code to this; Vernon, in the long months of their relationship, had learned that Ascot did not like spicy foods, while Ascot himself had learned that the Paese Delle Fate he was referring to was a front for Vernon's Mafia family. Said Italian Restaurant did not have a 'maximum spice platter', either; that was code for 'maximum security'. Basically, Ascot wanted the meeting to be as private as possible. The 'nude painting' part was meant to further erase suspicions by drawing attention to how 'perverted' Ascot was. Not that Ascot wasn't genuinely interested in...look, point was, there were plenty of hints towards the higher importance of the message, okay!

Thoughts were circulating inside of Vernon's head; thoughts that were once amass of plots, and decieve cunning methords of backstabbing, getting his way, and backing his father and mother in whatever ways he could. Thoughts of vile exposures and of venomous charm, with little care as to how he affected others. Now as if this change was new to time he had a partner both in life, and his line of...Inheritence! Vernons thoughts had begun to extended, to add Willaim Ascot into them and began to assert his presence as a) important and b) worth brining into the family. Vernon was about to finish open his eyes, just then he had completed thinking.

A smile hand slinked across Vernon's face he exhaled, feeling his own breath leaving his lungs, it was cold. He took out his phone and paused the subliminal, meditation music and opened Eris Instant Messenger and has smiled abeit wider at the text message Willy had sent.

"At Paese Delle Fate? Sure thing honey, your nudity has always been a thing on my mind. Lol." He resposnded.

It was a part of Vernon's mentality that had caused him to only answer to what had intrged him the most when another person talked before him, in other schools this had been a problem with teachers, yet at Mephisto's they had either understood or allowed him to do so. This was Vernon's way of communicating that he understood everything, and had only needed to leave his own trail of what seemed to be him; flirting, complimenting, insulting. Emotions of that nature.

He understood every code and at this point in their relationship, allowed Ascot to understand him. One last thing, Vernon was with a school friend who also understood his ways, and mannerisms. He had chosen to read his message to Willaim aloud, so Michael would also understand why he would need to be there, he also asked, loudly. "How much painting do you want? Should I be kneeling before you, or crouching?" Then he sent the second message.

Michael put down his pencil, done writing down the notes of information he had amassed for today. Not much to learn today, really. Mephisto's news of his arrest was nothing too exciting, and as usual there was hardly anything to follow regarding evidence. The first years at Mephisto's School had some interesting info to learn, but it wasn't much. All in all, not much productivity today. He sighed as he leaned back against his chair. He looked over at a wall, covered in various Trap Art experiments, wondering what else to do.

Then a message sounded on his cell phone. Picking it up, Michael saw that he was being invited to do some painting. Well, it wasn't the strangest job he found in his career, and having nothing better to do, he decided to take it. He began typing in his response, "Sure, tell me where to meet and I'll be there. Price is negotiable." Looking back at his Trap Arts, Michael waved a dismissive hand, dispelling the ink from the wall. Now, it was time to make himself look presentable...

Paese Delle Fate

As the others arrived, Ascot would sit on his chair at a 'Reserved' table in the Italian Restaurant, in a small private chamber reserved for 'special guests'. Once Vernon and Michael arrived, Ascot would look around, eat a few bites of food, and say to Vernon, "We should strip for our painter; after all, we hired him to capture the 'spirit' of our date in one of his paintings."

A faint smile, though there was discomfort mixed in it. Once Ascot had shed his clothes, blushing madly, he would then face Michael, then Vernon, and finally say: "Onto business. And by business, I mean business between St. Laurel's, Mephistos', and the Vigilantes."

He would then draw the old diary found in the mass grave from the heap of his discarded clothing, and say: "My family, the Ascots, are blessed by the God of Stories and tasked with the job of recording the narratives of the world. Because of this expertise, we're regularly consulted with mysteries and clues to mysteries that people randomly find. This diary is one; it was found in a mass grave and given to my family for investigation. I would like the both of you to read it; Vernon, then Michael."

The boy, losing shame as he was focused on exposition, would then hand the book over to Vernon.

A smirk had entered Vernon's expression, one of perversion and one of decency. An odd mixture for an odd young man, he had flashed Michael The Horns and then walked out to the streets, of course he would be the second to arrive at Paere Delle Fate as Vernon was meeting Willaim; his boyfriend and a Ascot. As he did not take status into accord, he only saw 'Willy' as another guy, with charm-the only difference between how Vernon saw others was what they had. And if they had nothing, he would only give them words, cold. Hurtful. Devieve words. He had continued to walk, silently singing to himself in another language one made up by him to improve his power Scream For MY and he carefully choose not to have any target.

At some spike in time Vernon was inside and had eaten half of his food, he then chatted with his comrades and asked about his parents; but not to much. They were good, semi-busy and still together in these times. Mentally Vernon thanked the God of Dark Romance and the Goddess of Sexual Relationships and lastly the Goddess of Emotions, while giving the God of Apathy two special finger gestures. Vernon had stripped his clothing and walked over to "Willy", he had taken a pose like that of a horse rider. and perfectly imperfectly said.
"I can feel my biblophila bubbling up like chewing up in a vat." He pecked Ascot on the cheek and lifted his eyelids . Sometimes when they were narrowed for to long they gave off a strong evil energy.

And Vernon and the Entire Magic Mafia were no Servants of Acient Evil although they do have proof of God and Goddesses of Evil and the other moralities. The Family just, went about their busniesses as the God and Goddess of Crime had graced them along with Mephisto. Vernon let out a laugh. "A diary, don't you know these things are private." Vernon didn't pose a question because there was no need to. What he stated was a commonplace fact and he only skimmed the first two pages and skipped to the seventeenth to force himself to have no sense of the words. He merely respected privacy and wanted Willaim to do the same, even Michaal. Which is why he said it out loud and not whispered it to Willaim like he usually does.

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A long time ago Michael would have looked away, embarrased by the spectacles that Mephisto students were prone to do, but he had had time to get used to it and simply smiled before rolling his eyes once Vernon looked away. The food was remarkably tasty, and used this opportunity to eat everything on his plate as fast as he could. Within a couple minutes, the food was gone and the glasses were emptied. He sighed in content as he leaned back against the chair for a second.

After wiping his mouth and getting the easel and palette ready, Ascot was already getting down to business. The diary was what caught Michael's main focus, and he raised an eyebrow as he saw it. Vernon may not have been interested in it, but Michael thought differently. "Privacy's one thing, but an old diary like this is meant to be read, like any other book," Michael said to Vernon. Once Michael got his hands on it, he began skimming through the pages, looking for anything that proved to be interesting. Fortunately, that didn't prove to be too hard, the book was filled with interesting information. "Found this in a mass grave, huh?" Michael asked. "I wonder whose."

Ascot sighed, still naked, and said, "That last part is not important. What is important is that there is a remote possibility that Mephisto, your headmaster, might - might be an enemy of Humanity as a whole, not just a small section of it. Note that this is not a St. Laurel's plan to undermine the competition; Alto's doing something else right now - one of my fellow students just informed me that he's sent several of the school's best and brightest to an old apartment to investigate some missing students. In fact, this is sensitive information on St. Laurel's itself that I offer as proof that I can be trusted: There are missing students, it is likely to prove a blow to the school's reputation if it is ever publicly revealed, and I just revealed major movements of the best fighters there. Use this information as you will; the fact is that the world is larger than the three-way between different factions of superpowered students."
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"I'm...ah...guwhe...," Bak stammered, completely unprepared to deal with any sort of compliment. She never had any idea what to think when Gilliam said something like that, especially when it followed one of his perverted outbursts. To save herself from having to respond she just shoved the whole scone in her mouth at once and and vaguely nodded.

She was grateful when Clara brought up the obvious flaw in their plan. Swigging the delightful tea to help her swallow she shook her head, a little embarrassed. "Ah, da. They would bar us from tournament if they even suspected." She had let her dislike of the boy cloud her judgment and jump at the chance to get him without thinking. They couldn't be banned from the Tournament. She loved the tournament. She had had so much fun last year every time she got the chance to blow up the competition. She would have to try harder to think up a really good plan!

That, however, was interrupted when one of Clara's bat-winged monsters flew into the room. There was always something fun happening when one of those flew in. She grinned almost as wide as Gilliam. "What do you need us to do, Tovarish?"
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"Glad you asked!" King exclaimed, bringing out an odd weapon from behind the altar.

It was a beautiful silver Claymore, but with a rather strange addition to the pommel.

"This is the Bing Bong sword." He said, placing a weird emphasis on the Bing Bong.

There was a small, ornate bell attached to the end of the pommel. It seemed to sway slightly even though there was no wind.

"96% consecrated silver, this thing can take out ghosts in one or two hits!" Now it was an ad from the shopping channel? "I don't know which one of you can use it best so I'll just give it to... Brutus!"

He placed the sword in the other boy's hands. Now that it was closer to them, they could actually feel the power coming off of the sword. This wasn't some random silver sword with a bell strapped onto it... Well it was, but it sure felt like something else.

"I know I called it the Bing Bong sword but it doesn't really Bong, it mostly just Bings," He said. "You should probably be worried if it Bongs . Anyway, that's all from me. Hope you all have fun!"

With that, King lifted through the air and out of the open window, carrying his sizable stack of cat posters.

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Ascot sighed, still naked, and said, "That last part is not important. What is important is that there is a remote possibility that Mephisto, your headmaster, might - might be an enemy of Humanity as a whole, not just a small section of it. Note that this is not a St. Laurel's plan to undermine the competition; Alto's doing something else right now - one of my fellow students just informed me that he's sent several of the school's best and brightest to an old apartment to investigate some missing students. In fact, this is sensitive information on St. Laurel's itself that I offer as proof that I can be trusted: There are missing students, it is likely to prove a blow to the school's reputation if it is ever publicly revealed, and I just revealed major movements of the best fighters there. Use this information as you will; the fact is that the world is larger than the three-way between different factions of superpowered students."


"Hmm..." Michael finally flipped all the way to the end of the journal, seeing the name 'Mephisto' on the last page. Michael then took out his phone and turned on the camera feature, taking a shot of that last page. Looking back up at Ascot, he said, "Well, everything you've given me seems to check out so far." Closing the journal and putting it down, Michael continued, "I have no loyalty to Mephisto, or even St. Lucifer's. I suspect you already know this, which is probably at least one reason why you decided to share this info with me."

"I certainly don't like St. Laurel's either, especially with the way they do things regarding information about them. Ugh," Michael said. "Anyway, you've provided me with valuable info, so I suppose I should be grateful. You're not bad for a St. Laurel student, I'll give you that, so I'll help you out however I can."

"Now about that painting... hmm...." Michael said as he looked towards Vernon, who seems to have already fallen asleep. "Should we wake him?"

Ascot shook his head. "Nah, let him sleep the alcohol off. Besides," he said as he straigthened Vernon's sleeping form. "He looks adorable in this position."

A pause as he pursed his lips and asked, "Michael, I will need two things, then. One is the backstories and powers of the students of note in Mephistos', especially anyone who might - might - be immune to mental and memory alteration effects. Second is your opinion on a plan."

Another pause. "Said plan is to infilitrate the city wall of Rhea, which would allow me to call forth the spirit of the entire city to answer my questions about events that happen within it. This will need both planning and additional personnel from either Mephistos' or the Vigilantes - St. Laurel's cannot know except for my main ally there, who will keep their attention on the apartment building they are supposed to investigate right now. The incentive for Mephistos' people is for information; I am willing to share what I find if it does not lead to the death of anyone - we can afford to lose one tournament. Same for the Vigilantes; I am willing to share other findings. Can you get me said personnel?"

"The info I have on the St. Lucifer students is yours," Michael agreed. "As for your plan, I'm not sure how many people I can convince. I'm not the most social person out there, so my contacts are pretty limited. Still, I imagine some people in both the Vigilantes and St. Lucifer's would be pretty interested in some of that info. I'll ask around. Of course, I'll try to be discreet about it. I figure I should ask though, how many people should you expect to need and what exactly do you plan to use them for?"

Ascot mused, closing his eyes for a second. "I need three besides me, people who can keep themselves quiet and stealthy, but have powers that are distracting but not usually fatal. Basically, my plan is simple: Use one of my powers to get security clearance as far as I am able to, then when someone appears who is immune to my powers, two of the three members of the party would jump him - non-fatally - while the third goes out as a distraction for the guards. We then move on to the top of the city wall."

He then fishes for his phone on the heap of his clothes. Getting it out, he calls Samoth Moskono.

Ascot's Call: "Operator, this is Eastern Cottage, Over. I would like you to keep your team as far away from Home Base as long as possible. Prolong the investigation as much as possible once targets are rescued and given safety. Hold back the full use of powers and training if needed. Invite people to a post-battle dinner outside Home Base if needed, too; I will pay for half the costs from private savings. Operation: Panopticon is on schedule. Repeat: Operation Panopticon is on schedule. We will have the required data for the next stage soon."

Samoth's Call: "Roger that. Orders received. I will inform you immediately if things aren't following the plan."

"Right then, seems like business is done," Michael said, packing up the painting equipment he had brought with him. Tucking everything under one arm, Michael added, "I'll notify you when I find people willing to aid you." On that note, he walked out the room and out of the restaurant.

Ascot puts on his lower clothing for modesty's sake, then goes to a chair to wait for news...
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