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Giant Robots

Blazermate and
Pit
Word Counter: 1435 +3 xp and rapport


Heading to the memorium, Blazermate couldn’t join those that wanted drinks but even so she floated around showing that she was there for the ceremony. Although unlike the more charismatic people there, she didn’t really have anything to say about either side. Many had said what she thought, and said it better than she would. She knew if she said something after the others, it would just be embarrassing at how little she’d have to add so all she could do is clap with the others after each speech.

And when the event was over and the attendees began to disperse, with no reason to hang around the bar she made her way out of the room as well.

As was becoming the usual, Seekers spread out through the Avenger in many directions, headed for various different distractions from their thoughts. Some prepared for the day ahead of them tomorrow, and some chose to just while away the time alone or with others.

Perhaps Blazermate was the latter. After turning a corner in one of the ship's many halls not far from where the memorial service had been held, she came upon the angel Pit. He didn't seem to be in any particular hurry, and there was a somewhat intense expression of thoughtfulness on his face... Until he noticed the medabot and blinked, a smile easily replacing his furrowed brow.

"Hey Blazermate. Where are you off to now?"

”Eh, just wandering. Why you wanna do something?”

"Sure!" Pit wasn't fretting over tomorrow, nor had he fallen into a morose mood after the service, but he wouldn't say no to some distractions regardless. Plus he didn't think he'd ever spent much time with Blazermate before.

"What do you normally do for fun?" he asked as the two of them started to walk again in the same direction, setting a leisurely pace. He was curious. "Is it different if you're a robot? I mean you don't need to eat or sleep or exercise, right?"

”Nope! So I can use that time to play video games or watch TV or do other fun things instead of just doing 8 hours of maintenance. Although when there's nothing to do I can sleep for fun.” Blazermate said.

It didn't sound so different after all, although Pit did blink and ask, "you think sleeping is fun?"

”What? You don’t like the whacky things that happen in dreams? I mean, sometimes you get weird nightmare sorta dealies, or you get prophetic things, but yeah. Also it passes time quick.” Blazermate said.

"Don't you think enough whacky stuff happens during the day?" Pit half-joked and crossed his arms. He'd never had a dream of the future, but nightmares were definitely a thing. "Most of the time I just dream about getting turned into an eggplant or tempura... I'd rather not have to sleep at all."

”You need to watch anime or play video games. I have no idea why you dream being turned into food. That feels kinda… well, I’m not a psychologist so I really couldn’t say. For me the bad dreams are just a big war torn landscape, lots of alien ships flying around, laser beams everywhere, and heaps and heaps of dead robots. Not just medabots, lots of robots of various types.”

"Have you ever been turned into food before? Kinda leaves a lasting impression." Just another whacky danger of the waking world really, though those wizards were no joke. Pit also wasn't sure how playing videogames would alter his dreams.

"I've played videogames before!" he told Blazermate. "We had a DS in Skyworld. Well, it was Lady Palutena's, but she let me borrow it."

He'd put a lot of time into Nintendogs.

"What's anime? Wait-" there was a much more important question, considering the nature of Blazermate's nightmares. "Were you some kind of battle robot? I mean I know we've gotten into a ton of fights, but I mean before."

Then Pit leaned in towards her, his voice lowering like he was about to ask for top secret information. "Also, I've been wondering if you could combine with another robot! Can you...?"

”Uh, well yeah. Medabots are used in the military all the time. Or medafighting. Although I’m part of the latter. Although from what I know about those dreams, Medabots used to be like this… ancient alien robot race thing that got remade as toys or something? I don’t know much about it. The rubberrobo boss kept going on and on about it. The medabots from space though, yeah those are totally real. And weird. And for the combining thing, uh… that's what parts are? Or are you talking about some super sentai like thing with a giant robot? In that case no. Although there was a medabot giant robot mech that 5 rare medal medabots could pilot I heard. The legendary medabee was involved in that one.” Blazermate said, explaining things.

Unfortunately a lot of her explanation went over his head. There was visible confusion in his stare for a moment.

Alien machine warriors made into children's collectable toys, a tale as old as time...

And then it cleared up, and Pit nodded his head like he'd grasped that simple summary all along. One part of Blazermate's story was much easier to get though, and frankly more interesting.

"Five pilots? That's so cool! I wish I could pilot a giant robot again. Oh! Do you know if they all moved a different part of the robot?"

”Yep! Although technically Medabee could pilot the whole thing by himself at the cost of like, severe exhaustion, so yeah.” Blazermate said. ”Or thats what I know at least? I could be wrong on that.” Thinking a bit on giant robots, another story came to mind. ”Oh! And there was this GIANT medabot, it was a giant God Emperor run by a single medal! But since it was so big and straining the power output of the medal, it couldn’t protect its own medal from being yanked out. Still though, it had NUKES!”

"God Emperor" was quite the title, invoking a sense of power and majesty (even if he didn't know what 'nukes' were, Blazermate made them sound impressive). It certainly made an impression on Pit anyway, as his eyes had gone wide and sparkly. He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen another medabot besides the Seekers' own, so when he tried picturing it the shape turned out to just be something like a humongous gold Blazermate with a hard metal crown and a ton of different weapons, but it was still cool.

"That sounds awesome! I wonder if we could find it somewhere in this world. Or maybe we could get the Avenger to transform somehow... Or find a bunch or other big robot vehicles and then fuse them together! Imagine how many Consuls and Guardians we could defeat with that!"

”Well, its a medabot, and would have its own personality and all that. And from what I’ve seen, God Emperors aren’t nice. It might be best that we don’t see that big one. Like, it’ll probably be hostile or run by the rubberrobos. Like… we’d need to fight it or something! And if we don’t have big hitters like Sectonia or Ganondorf or Capt, how are we supposed to beat it before we get nuked into oblivion?” Blazermate said, scratching the back of her head as she knew the mantis worm looking medabot was no joke. It was slow, but it made up for that with its sheer firepower.

"Ooh, so they're kind of like bad guys..." Pit said, turning his head up in thought. If they had to fight it first then... Would it be like fighting Midgar's Guardian, Tycoon? They managed to beat that, even if it took a lot of effort. Or maybe if they were sentient, they could convince it to fight on their side, like Bowser and Ganondorf were doing.

He noted one other thing Blazermate said, turning to her with a cheeky smile. "Hey, we got plenty more big hitters! Like me! I've fought tons of giant enemies before."

Seeing Pit having an interest in giant robots reminded Blazermate of something. ”Wait, if you wanna see a giant robot… didn’t we pick one up with one of the newcomers? Its probably in the engineering bay. Wanna go take a look?”

"Wait, really? A giant robot pilot joined up with us?" The excitement in Pit's tone was nearly off the charts. He already started to jog ahead towards the hangars, eaving Blazermate to follow him. "Duh I want to take a look! Let's go!"
Girls at the Bar


Sectonia and Primrose
Word Count :1674 (+3 xp and rapport)


Following the service, many people exited the bar. Stolen Moments wasn’t that large of a space to begin with, and memorials could often lead to awkward tension in the area that drove one to go be alone, or with their loved ones. Of course, there were some that stayed behind, whether to talk or simply imbibe.

Primrose had remained, taking a seat at the bar. She had quietly requested of Cirrus whatever he recommended, and placed the zenny on the bartop once he’d served it.

She looked very elegant sitting there, one long leg crossed over the other, the gray sundress she wore fluttering loosely along her thighs and seat when she shifted. She’d kept much of her jewelry on, and her long hair was still tied up in its large ponytail-braid, all of which helped to enhance the rather plain garment she had on and balanced her overall look nicely.

It helped too that she was well practiced in looking good while seated in a tavern. Or generally just being in one. It was her default now.

The dancer had one elbow on the bartop, resting her cheek against the back of her hand. With her other hand she gently swirled the half-empty glass, having been content to listen to the conversations of others for a little while. Sectonia, who had also remained in Stolen Moments, was so large that anyone else at the bar was practically seated next to her, so once her conversation with Roland lulled Primrose leaned over slightly to strike up her own little chat with the queen.

"Your eulogy was nice and succinct, though I do wonder if Midna would have appreciated being called a ‘haphazard creature,’" she teased. Likely not, given the Twilight Princess had complained about her cursed impish form before.

”Probably not. But she did fuse with a massive amount of spirits. It took until recently for her to fix that up, but she didn’t get to enjoy those fruits of her labor for very long.” Sectonia said, holding a half empty bottle of mead at this point.

That was fair enough. It was true, after all. Primrose dropped her head into her hand again, looking at Sectonia sideways.

"...are you feeling a little more sentimental than usual?" she asked. The dancer wasn't surprised that Sectonia hadn't passed up the chance to speak in front of the group even if it wasn't about herself, but she normally wouldn't have expected the queen to stick around for longer afterward. Maybe she was more affected by the losses than she let on?

”Roland offered me a drink, and I was in the mood for one.” Sectonia said, holding her bottle of mead. ”And it would be rude of me to just leave without at least finishing my drink.” She took a bit of a swig from the bottle before saying. ”Although I might be, just a little. Midna seemed to listen to my advice on ruling a kingdom. Either from politeness or curiosity, she seemed naive at that regardless. Or perhaps her distrust of Ganondorf made her bond with anyone who was also weary of the guy.” She said.

"I don't think so," Primrose replied with a thoughtful hum. "In the grand scheme of things I didn't know her long... but I got the sense she was just a compassionate person."

And just passionate in general. The Twilight Princess just didn't seem like the type to give the time of day to someone she didn't like, even if they were the enemy of her enemy so to speak, so she must have genuinely gotten along with Sectonia at least a little.

Which might really be the reason that the queen bee felt like having a drink. Her personality was a lot to handle, and she had the tendency to look down on others. On top of maintaining her veneer of aloof high status, Sectonia probably didn't have many she could easily converse with. Especially those that she considered close to equal to her.

Well. Primrose hadn't hung around to psychoanalyze others. Not intentionally anyway. She offered Sectonia a thin smile.

"If you'd prefer to finish your drink in good company, I'll be here a little longer," she said.

Sectonia nodded. Taking another swig of her bottle, she thought for a bit before saying. ”So, from the sounds of it, Roland is empire shopping. Or trying to figure out which one he wants to join. That's what we were talking about earlier.” Sectonia said, rolling her eyes over to the fixer who was getting up from finishing his drink and heading out of the room. ”He's a weird one. He follows orders well but I feel like there is some kind of game he's playing himself.”

Primrose gave her a small nod. The dancer had heard a little of that conversation after all. Roland did seem a strange one, but he seemed harmless enough from what little Primrose had seen.

"I'm not surprised that his... pessimism... led him to believe we'd all still be stuck here after the battle is over," she said. She didn't think even Therion had entertained that idea for long.

"Assuming this world isn't completely unraveled at the end of all this, are you actually planning to stay?"

”If I’m ruling over it at the end of it all? Of course. It would be much more land than I previously ruled over. There is even a much more diverse area made of sweets and entertainment than Floralia!” Sectonia said with a nod. To be fair, the world of light was much bigger than Popstar.

”Granted, that assumes we find a way around that 10 year time limit. It seems that will be a major goal of mine. Preferably in a way that doesn’t turn people into Consuls. They seem to lose something upon the transformation, something important but something I can’t quite quantify.” Sectonia said, saying what was on her mind about all of that. She didn’t see how Peach turned into a Consul to verify her idea though.

Primrose tapped the side of her chin lightly, considering Sectonia's plan like it was a thought experiment. The queen bee was ambitious to say the least, but she would be hard pressed to succeed. Ultimately if things went according to Primrose's own plan, she wouldn't be around to see whether Sectonia actually reached her hypothetical goals or not. She had things left unfinished in her own world.

"You have nothing and no one you wouldn't leave behind?" she asked, mostly out of curiosity.

”I already found Taranza. The only other thing would be Floralia itself, but as it's a chain of floating islands, it could be anywhere. And this place is much bigger than Popstar, which is what I had planned to conquer before this all started.” Sectonia said, not having as many attachments as Primrose seemingly did.

"Taranza?"

”My second in command. Found him in the Underground. He's doing his own work there trying to prepare the place I think.” Sectonia said, trying to remember what happened back then. ”I assume you do by the way your asking, do you not?”

Primrose found it a little amusing that Sectonia had left this Taranza to his own devices of which she was apparently not aware of. She would have expected that Sectonia would bring him along with her as another minion of hers. Still, it was nice she had found a trusted person in this world.

She did turn her head at the queen's question though. "What do you mean?"

”Usually those that ask a personal question want to talk about that question themselves.” Sectonia said plainly, having finished her bottle.

"So you're saying I do have them, someone or something I wouldn't leave behind." Sectonia wasn't wrong on either account. Normally a person making inquiries like Primrose was would reveal quite a lot about the asker... And, of course, there was one person she would never abandon. Not until she confronted him properly and exacted her vengeance.

That was not the reason she'd asked however, so the dancer fixed Sectonia with another small smile before her green eyes could darken.

"Maybe I do... I really was just curious though. I don't expect many of us want to stay behind even if the option is there."

”Either way, I doubt anyone will have a choice. You don’t just destroy countless worlds, mash them together, and not have something come of all of that even should you be defeated. Especially if doing so allows you to completely change the underpinning of reality itself.” Sectonia said, and with a bit more wisdom than even she probably didn’t mean to say, possibly thanks to the alcohol she said. ”Make the best of the situation, recontextualize what your goals are, and if the eventual outcome coincides with your original goal, be pleasantly surprised. Or refocus and broaden your original goal to encompass your new situation.”

This time Primrose's eyes did flash with emotion, brief and intense. Ten years of nursing hatred was not something one simply recontextualized. But Sectonia didn't know any of the suffering Primrose had endured - of the Seekers, only two had any idea. And she preferred it that way. So after a moment of silence Primrose raised her glass to her lips, draining the last of her drink.

"I would be a fool not to heed the advice of a queen, hm?" she said, her voice almost teasing in its faux lightness. "We'll have to see what happens, in the end."

”Well, thats enough drinking for now. A hangover tomorrow wouldn’t be elegant.” Sectonia said, leaving her bottle at the counter and making her way out of the room. She did have to make herself look proper for tomorrow as it was anyway.

Primrose waved by wiggling her fingers at Sectonia. As the alien queen left Primrose's gaze followed after her until she disappeared, at which point they swept back over to the bar with her spurious smile still in place.

"One more please, Cirrus."
Roland

Sectonia

Level 7 Roland (50/70) holding 1 level up
Level 12 Sectonia (holding 4 level up) (118/120)
+3 rapport

Location: The Avenger
Word Count: 1481


As dinner finished, Roland made his way out of the mess hall heading to Stolen Moments. A beer would go well with a sandwich, so he would've went to the bar even if there wasn't an event there today. As such he was one of the first ones at the bar ordering himself a drink. He waited for the place to fill, sitting at the bar and slowly sipping a beer knowing he'd probably have to say something.

Sectonia had come in with the rest of the group. Unlike Roland, drinks weren't the first thing on her mind and much like she told Blazermate, this was the time to mingle. Although when it came to the diseased, she only knew one of them and it would only make sense to say something elegant. Well, after the others have said something. Unlike a few of the others, she just hovered about and made small talk until the ceremony itself started.

Out of the two people that had passed, Roland really only knew one. And when it came to colleges passing, there wasn't a whole lot to say as his line of work was dangerous, and that was just how things were. When it came time to say things about the deceased, Roland said. "Goldweis was from Midgar, or whatever he was from before that. He did what he had to to make sure people survived and the mission was done. Although the guy could've used more cardio, he wasn't much one for parkour. Still, He was into the self sacrifice to make sure everyone else lived and even outside of Midgar, he did quite a lot to help the group. He would want us to continue on with the mission and not be depressed by his passing. Thats that, and this is this." He then took a swig of his beer, as if this wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that something like this has happened to him.

After a few other people went, Sectonia made herself known and gave her few words about Midna. "Midna was an interesting princess. Even when turning into a haphazard creature through fusing she tried to have dignity and make the most out of a bad situation. Well, that came true in more than one regard this time. She helped make the world more beautiful, we should make sure that continues." With her small speech done, Sectonia went back to socializing.

Her speech getting Roland's attention, he motioned over for the bee queen to come over and have a drink. Since she was in a sociable mood, she obliged. "I did offer you a drink. Whats your poison?" Roland said as the queen hovered near him. She rarely sat Roland noticed, so hovering must not be uncomfortable to her at all. "Mead." Sectonia said simply. Considering she was a 'royal', Roland would've thought wine as that just fit. But mead just makes more sense for a bee woman. Due to her size, she was just outright handed a bottle of Mead and a glass to serve herself which Roland knew he'd regret when the bill came around. But he wanted to follow up on his intel gathering and thats just what happened sometimes.

Watching as Sectonia took a few sips to make sure she was loosened up, Roland opened up the conversation. "So, you weren't in Midgar nor at Meridz at Han, so whats your story? Why did someone who keeps herself looking as pristine as you go to the dead zone?" Roland knew that you caught more with flattery than anything when he has no reason to use intimidation, and Sectonia was one to gladly bite at something like that.

"My goal is to make the world as beautiful as I am. And by that, such an ugly blight upon the land must be annihilated. While I would like to leave it to my subjects to do such a thing in my stead, I'm aware that the things that protect these blights upon the land are incredibly strong. So while I hate having to do so, if it is to be cleansed, my strength is needed." Sectonia said. While this sounded selfless, it was just what she did.

"And what would you do if you got that world? How would people under you be treated?" Roland said. Thankfully her being both an adult and vein made asking the direct questions way easier than with Jr. "Make everyone beautiful and persue beauty and strength. Outside of that, people will need to do their jobs to make things beautiful. Besides that, as long as they don't disrupt the beauty of the kingdom and bow to my rule I don't care much about what they do. Those that peruse beauty will be rewarded."

That... didn't tell Roland much. It was vague, practiced even. Although Roland had a bit of a trick on how to get around that. "So... what ammenedies would you have then? Its not easy for everyone to do that on their own." And much like before, Sectonia took that bait easily. "On Floralia we had a great circus for entertainment, a great gallery for art, a beautiful flower field, an entire industry making sweets and other baked goods for the kingdom, a thriving industry making things from volcanic ash..." Sectonia said, going on about the things her old kingdom had. Roland nodded and sipped his beer as she went on, trying to sell herself. From what Roland gathered, whatever she had or wanted to make; it wouldn't stand having something similar to the Backstreets. He'd have to see what kind of sacrifice this all took, but it sounded like one big nest.

When she was done, Sectonia took a sip of her mead to wet he mouth. Roland knew he wasn't going to get much beyond this point, but before he could ask his next question, Sectonia said. "But a kingdom greater than that will have to wait until this blasted time limit has been resolved. Conquest is fast, but building beauty takes time and effort. And those things are not an ally to those with limited time." Roland really wasn't sure what she was on about at this point, but for some reason she felt 10 years was a short amount of time. Making a lasting kingdom... Roland could understand that if she felt the entire thing would reset after 10 years. But that wasn't the case was it? Well... Roland would have to see how she acted towards others to get his next few questions answered. Although, he did float one that was on his mind.

"That sounds good and all, but what would stop the 'common folk' from trying to use each other as stepping stones?" Roland said, knowing how the nature of people would ruin even the best laid plans. Sectonia dismissed this, almost naively so. "Why would they even need to do so? A peaceful flower field, an elegant house, and very little danger within the kingdom. Those that disturb that peace would stick out and be dealt with." Knowing how angry she could get, 'dealing' with them Roland figured would be fast and brutal. Well, that could be a good or bad thing, so he had one more question.

Although before he got that, Sectonia interjected his thoughts by saying. "From the sounds of it, are you perhaps looking for a new place to live? Serve your Queen and I can guarantee that will happen and reward you along the way."

And there it was. Although not inherently a bad thing, the self importance could rub people the wrong way. Roland knew how to deal with this though, saying. "Yeah sort of. Uh, sounds good, yeah." A way for him to deflect without hurting her ego. Sectonia wasn't super satisfied at his reaction all things considered, but she wasn't going to push the point as she herself didn't have much to show but words and a few deeds and this wasn't the first time someone game a lukewarm reception to the idea. He had more questions, but he figured he'd let the girl get on with her drink. He still had one more royal to interview anyway.

Speaking of, he could ask her what she thought of the other two. He should've done that with Jr, but he can ask that later. "You know, I had a chat with Jr. a little while ago. He seems to be missing his dad, but hes trying not to think about it." Roland said, bringing up one of Sectonia's perceived rivals. Well, in Jr's case, it was his dad she had a rivalry with. "His dad was a bumbling buffoon, but he did love his kid. From what I understand, he had a soft spot in adopting monster children in general even if it did bite him in the butt later on." Sectonia said, saying what she knew of the situation.

"He called his dad and himself the 'bad guys', whatever that means. He talked about his dad's kingdom like some lava wasteland. That just sounds too hot or barren to me." "Yes, his dad mumbled on and on about doing various outlandish exploits. Exploits that a few people even verified. Why he would live in what sounds like a volcano is beyond me. He even had a deeper rivalry with Ganondorf than I do. He might be my royal rival, but Bowser almost had something... personal with that one."

Well, Roland didn't have to ask about Ganondorf then, Sectiona just said what he needed to know. While Roland had a few ideas, he'd wait to voice them until he knew these royals a bit more. Granted he wouldn't be able to see what Sectonia did first hand as they'd be in different squads, but that could be something for later. If anything it seemed a bit of booze opened her up, even if it was only talking about herself.
Blazermate

Sectonia

Level 14 Blazermate (Holding 3 level up) - (1/140)
Level 12 Sectonia (holding 4 level up) (115/120)
+3 rapport

Location: The Avenger
Word Count: 1345


With the premise of food, Sectonia decided to grab a bite. It was supposed to be 'high quality', so Sectonia figured she'd take a look. So far, she really hadn't had much food fit for a royal. The pizza from Pizza Tower was alright, but so far shes had to get by with what she liked, but nothing super fancy. Not for lack of trying though, that she knew. And things had been interesting from time to time, such the aforementioned Pizza. Sure she had pizza in Floralia, but not a dessert pizza, that was a pleasant surprise. That wouldn't stop her from complaining of course, but it could let her tolerate things.

Heading to the cafeteria, well, they weren't lying about there being celebratory food. Either it was an honest celebration over their victory, or a certain honey lover now being the team captain, food Sectonia liked was on the menu for once. Although she had choice this time as well, which helped. For her, funny enough, as long as it was a fruit made sickeningly sweet and drizzled in honey, thats what she preferred. Sure when she grabbed a few candied apples with honey the sticks they were on weren't made of crystal, but even she knew that would be something that came with time.

Blazermate decided to join everyone in the cafeteria even though she didn't eat. Everyone was there chatting, so why not join them? It seemed people were pairing off or in small groups, chitchatting about various things. As Sectonia had come in a bit late she was a bit late, probably making herself look proper. Blazermate shrugged and decided to sit next to the queen who seemed to be lazily eating candied apples as if they were oversized lolipops as she looked over the others.

"Hiya! Hows it going?" Blazermate said, casually floating over her seat, seeing as Sectonia was so big she might not even see if her Blazermate sat down. Sectonia didn't really shift her position but turned her eyes to look at Blazermate. "Fine." Sectonia said dismissively. "So... are you uh... ok? You seem bored or out of it."

Sectonia calculated what Blazermate was doing, and decided to humor her. What harm would it cause? "Just... studying everyone." Sectonia did that a lot more than people realized. One thing she was looking at group loyalties and the like as well. Or for a better thing, looking at who voted for who and trying to decide things on that. "Why not go up to someone and just chat? Instead of like, being off by yourself?" Blazermate said, saying the big thing out loud.

This got Sectonia's full attention, her turning a bit to have more of her looking at the medabot. "I was going to do that during the memorize. For now I'm content just watching the others converse.". Blazermate decided to be a bit of a bother here, after all, even she saw Sectonia was standoff-ish to all but a few. It seemed that she'd respond to people coming to her, but rarely do the other unless someone was ugly or to give them a compliment for taking care of themselves. "Well, why? You could join in!"

Sectonia didn't answer, and as the silence went on, Blazermate pushed a bit further. "... Are you disappointed in not winning the leader thing? Or are you trying to figure out who voted for you?" Blazermate said, trying to get some idea of what was going on. This annoyed Sectonia, but she couldn't deny Blazermate was wrong. A weird insightful moment for her, as Sectonia knew her to be more lackadaisical. But this led to her saying. "...Hmph." as she didn't appreciate the attack on her pride. Seeing this, Blazermate continued. "I mean, if you chat with people more, you could become friends with them. I voted for ya because your the most experienced member on the team but since a lot of the people here don't really know you, well yeah." Blazermate figured if she said "and Sandalphon is just full of self sacrifice and a healer so people would gravitate to her over anyone usually." that would cause trouble.

Sectonia knew that Blazermate wasn't trying to make fun of her, and out of everyone hearing she voted for Sectonia over Sandalphon even though she said she was going to vote for Sandalphon was... well, it clarified something she was thinking of. She could guess at two of the people who voted for her, but not the third. This clarified that third. Well, she wasn't wrong. If anything she'd need to teach a few of the others how to keep themselves properly well taken care of. This also did bring up a good point; those that did vote for her were the ones that were with her during their few weeks in Skyland, while those she knew didn't vote for her were somewhere else. That made sense. Although a royal mingling with the common folk? Well, they were much stronger than the common folk. Outside of a couple rivals, any of the people here would be strong enough to be a commander in their own right in her army so they weren't really common were they?

Relaxing her stance, Sectonia went back to looking at the others munching on a candy apple, saying. "You have a point." and with those words kept watching and seeing if Blazermate was going to continue pushing her luck. After a bit of silence, Sectonia said. "Was that all?". Blazermate took this opportunity to diffuse the tense situation she herself caused. "OH! uh... I heard you went to see Vulgrim. How'd that go?"

Sectonia casually mentioned what she and Roland learned at Vulgrim, mentioning her disappointment at how she mistook exactly what he could and couldn't do. She did admit that him knowing about a way to circumvent the 10 year limit was a longshot especially with the weak spirits they had in the first place, but it was worth trying. Blazermate asked her why that was her first and really only big question, with Sectonia saying. "I thought it was obvious. How could I rule and make things beautiful with such a short amount of time? Nor how could I make that beauty last with such a short time frame. Having things reset over and over, even if I found a way around it, would just be frustrating and exhausting."

Blazermate nodded, as that bit annoyed her too. "If you think its bad, imagine how bad it is for Jr. and Rika. They get to just barely grow up before PHWIP, restart time!" Blazermate thought for a moment, before saying. "man, I hope someone finds something to fix that.". Sectonia could only nod to that fact, although her motivations weren't so clearly altruistic. She'd hold that knowledge for the price of loyalty to herself if she found it out.

"I'm kinda a bit surprised you didn't ask about the Flame Clocks or anything." Blazermate said. Sectonia replied. "Yes, that is something I should figure out. If he even knows that knowledge. But something like that may require better spirits than what I had." She wouldn't speak on that bit anymore, Blazermate sorta getting a vague hint that she was embarrassed about the situation than anything and decided to just let it go. Blazermate figured it would be like this. While she could probably get Sectonia to yammer on about how to keep herself looking good, getting her to chat about anything else was really difficult. Why was she so guarded? Was there a reason for that or something? All she could hope was Sectonia took her little suggestion and try it out. Blazermate knew she wasn't bad; when they all fought things she had a lot of support stuff she used to help out and had saved a few people here and there. Well, she'd have to see what happened at the memorium then.

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After feeding the demon in the ship’s bowls for a lead about tapes, the koopa kids headed back up to get some grub. Gurb which turned out to be stuff they themselves had put on the menu. Well, them and Geralt, but Jr at the very least was willing to claim credit for people having food on the menu.

It was a touch late for that to add to his extremely unearned shared third place in the leadership contest however, and so soon enough the pair had plopped themselves down to eat and began demolishing two very hearty portions. Growling kids needed plenty of fuel after all.

Roland, even though he had left Vulgrim before the koopa kids, came in a bit late as he took a quick look at a few people to see how they felt about the ‘election’. While he wanted to talk to Ganondorf or Sectonia, the latter had gone to get herself ‘beautied up’, as Roland understood it and the former was a bit difficult to find. But as he went to grab some food, food that had apparently been made from a list of food that Seekers had requested, he saw the two koopa kids.

Grabbing a toasted sandwich made from ‘what the other seekers liked, but in sandwich form’ to see what everyone else liked, Roland made his way to the two kids. Unlike the two of them, he didn’t have a ton of food, only a large sandwich and accompanying products. ”Hey, whatcha eating?” Roland said, casually sitting next to Jr and Rika.

”Cwab” Rika replied through a mouthful of cocktail sauce coated meat, to which Jr added ”That we got for everyone!” before noticing that the man wasn’t actually having some, interrupting his pre-canned spiel.

Rika took over, in a way, by insisting that ”Sss good” and to be fair the girl certainly seemed to be enjoying herself and her ‘everything on offer on one plate’ meal.

”Ah. Might go grab some. Had the feeling for a sandwich myself.” Roland said. ”I doubt you two have been to HamHamPangPang, but they’re sandwiches are pretty good. If we find ourselves at Midgar…. Assuming it gets fixed… I can take you there sometime. Glad that place at least transferred over in the whole mess.” Roland said, striking conversation.

”Ohhh right, you came over from that big place, right? What was the whole deal there?” Jr asked, to which Rika added ”n what happened to Peach? Turned into a monster or sumin before becoming P?” a point her brother had sort of not wanted to touch on.

”Well, yes and no. I guess here in this world yeah I did, although i’m from a place called City or The City, pretty simple. But yeah I can talk about Midgar and what I did there.” Roland said, grabbing a bite from his sandwich before he began.

”So, in Midgar, I was known as a ‘turk’, or basically a fixer hired by Shinra, one of the big leaders of that city. Zenkichi was also one. We were basically secret police or cops. Almost like I was a Claw… if Claws weren’t actually there in Midgar. I don’t know, do you guys have those?” Roland said, a simple subtle probing question.

”I uh, got claws, yeah?” Jr replied as he held up a clawed hand, while Rika happily informed him that ”and I've got some on my feet now!”

”Uh, I mean, they’re named after their claws. But they are super soldiers from my world that use various serums to heal, get stronger and faster, or rip you through time and space. I got hit by the receiving end of one of those attacks. Let me tell you, it really hurts.” Roland said, clarifying.

”So like a guard like Undyne?” Rika guessed, referring to a monster woman they had a tape recording of, and who Jr was fused with, before saying ”Fleet didn't need those. Everyone fought.”

”Guess papa had, like, some guards or stuff I dunno” Jr replied, not at all familiar with this sort of law enforcement thing, especially since the idea of police and cops was pretty rare where he came from. Not unheard of. But certainly not something most kingdoms had.

”Maybe like. The captains? Or… me! I’m a Claw!” he suddenly decided, looking very pleased with himself.

”I wouldn’t call a Claw a guard. More like… You did something the Head didn’t like or didn’t pay your taxes, so they sent a super powered cyborg soldier to ‘teach you a lesson’ Guards are more a Fixer or Feather job.” Roland said. He then heard Jr. talking about saying he was one, and Roland had to say something about that.

”You… are not a Claw.” Roland said. He then clarified ”That's a good thing, by the way.” Although this exchange gave him a lot more info than he thought. So Jr. was a royal that either didn’t mingle with people all that much, mingled a lot and was part of a ‘peaceful’ kingdom which was something Roland couldn’t believe, or was still young and didn’t actually understand things like that. If he had to guess, he’d guess the last one.

”Anyway, as I was saying… We had a big problem over there. It was called the Ever Crisis. Basically these three groups, all evil in different ways, were trying to take over Midgar. One turned people into monsters, which is what Peach got affected by. One of the factions of Midgar, the psychic police, really wanted to use them. They were pretty crazy, all things considered. Then there was a faction of robots trying to take over the city form the outside which corrupted Poppi and changed her to what you see now, and finally, a faction that was invisible unless you had some special goggles that infected you with some kind of ‘red shift’, which was really really bad. It turned you into a different kinda monster.” Roland said, giving a quick summary of Midgar.

”At the end of the day, most of the Ever Crisis was being propped up by the Consuls and the ‘good’ factions of Midgar, IE, Shinra, Armstrong, the Psi corps, ext… Strangely if I had to say, it was kinda like a war between wings… err… corporations. And we went to the source of power of Midgar and took out a Consul, made another one run, and finally took out a Guardian which Susie took.” Roland finished. He then bit more into his sandwich as he let the kids absorb all that.

”Sounds, uh, complicated. We mostly ran around caves full of squicky zombies, loads and loads of bugs, friendly people that got called monsters, silly pizza minions and undead dancer dungeons looking for bits of masks. With the odd freaky scary awful thing that Galeem just loooooves to throw in there”

”Freaky cookie baking grandmas, the weirdo head of the pizza tower, that super spooky jail thing with the angel who thought he was from a book instead of real” Rika added, before saying ”Still not as bad as the Maw though, urgh” which caused them both to shudder and unconsciously shuffle in their seats just a little closer together.

”Plus we took out the old P who was just some jerk kid really, and then, uh, might have let F get away because we were too busy gloating about taking down the Guardian instead of just finishing him off. You know. The usual bad guy thing” Jr concluded, as if taking down the area Guardian was entirely an afterthought.

”Right… ” Roland said, not discrediting the kids, but noting their adventure seemed like a stroll through a cartoon show or a really weird Star. ”Was the cookies from the cookie grandma or the pizza from ‘pizza tower’ any good?” Roland said, picking out something to chat about.

”The Pizza was good! Didn’t get any of the cookies, though. But those grandmas were just, so weird. So There was probably something wrong with them?” Rika guessed, to which Jr nodded in agreement. It wasn't exactly clear why the eldritch horrors that looked vaguely like grandma had been baking so many cookies, but it could have only been to sinister ends, of that he was certain.

”I see… Ah, a bit of a shame then. ” Roland said, munching on more sandwich. He then asked another question. ”So you beat P and did you beat F? You said he ran away? What happened there?” Roland asked.

”He was all sad and mad that we beat the Guardian, but we didn’t shoot him in the face before he got better and ran away. Really fast digger, so we couldn’t catch him after he left” Rika explained, still unsure why didn’t just blast him.

”Also he could rewind time and do like, plant stuff apparently. Never did straight up fight us though. Wrecked a lift, got a town to try and kill us, threw a bunch of infected people at us, stuff like that. Only reason we know how he fights is coz Kamek tried to take him one on one after he took out the lift” Jr added, before summarising his opinion of F by saying that he was ”A big cowardly jerk”

”I heard Sectonia babbling about how she ‘extorted’ F to get information on the other Consuls and thats why we knew A was such a problem. A bit of a shame he escaped though, Let me know what he looks like.” Roland said, giving the two the idea he’d stroke down F. Although much like Sectonia, he’d like to get info from him first if he could…

”Lost numbers already knew that tho, so we should have just shot him” Rika retorted, despite this argument being entirely based on massive amounts of hindsight.

”He’s got a mask like a sun or a flower. Or a sunflower. Plus usually has these green thorny vines coming from his back that he uses to get about”

Roland nodded, noting that he hadn’t run into anything like that, as well as how nondescript that was. Honestly, it sounded like they were hunting a consul based on a childs drawing in that regard. ”So you asked me about Midgar, what about where you're from? Whats that like?” Roland asked.

”Pretty different, I guess? I mean Papa’s kingdom is all, like, lava and volcanoes and we live in a big castle. I think it's pretty great, but Papa wants to take over the mushroom kingdom for some reason which is super boring, all grass and rolling hills n stuff” Jr explained fairly simply the dynamic of his home, before adding that there were ”Not many humans either. Some, but not like here where it's, like, allllll humans all over. We’ve got like Koopa and Goombas and Boos and all sorts of people, and that’s just Papa’s people. There’s like a people for every place back home, where as here its not like that at all”

Rika’s was much more scant on details, the former Abyssal minion saying simply that ”There was an ocean, and the fleet, which sent me to fight some ship girl, and then I died” because that was more or less all she’d know about it, which was why she was of the opinion that ”So whatever happens at the end of this, I’m gonna stick with my brother instead of going back there”

Roland had no idea what those things were, although with Rika’s story in particular, and how sparse she was on it, it sounded like she came from a rough place. As for Jr… He loved lava and hated grass? Rolling hills and such? Roland could only barely conceive of something like that as grass wasn’t green where he came from. In fact, there wasn’t any of it unless you were on the Outskirts, and that was mostly just dead or brown.

”So what did you two usually do where you come from? Although I got a feeling from the sounds of it Rika you don’t wanna talk about it. If so thats fine. Also, why is lava fun and grass isn’t?” That last bit was what confused Roland.

”Not much too it. I got made to die and then in a few days I did. I only really had my own life here, and that’s only after Kamek freed me. Galeem might have messed stuff up for everyone else, but for me, I wouldn’t be me without it. Kinda like the lost numbers I guess” Rika explained rather personally, while Jr’s own reply was entirely vibes based ”Coz its cooler. Or hotter. Or. Like. You just gotta see it”

”I see. I only saw this ‘Kamek’ for a very short time but that sounds good. Who is he?” Roland said. As for the lava thing, he really couldn’t wrap his head around it. He then noted Jr. and said. ”I’d just think there being lava everywhere it’d be dangerous and make you really thirsty all the time with how hot it’d be. Also come to think of it, who is Bowser Sr. ?”

”Wait, you never met papa?” ”Or Kamek?” the kids asked together, before both looking sad as they realized that it had been over an entire week since both left, and that this kinda thing was only going to become more common.

”Bowser’s our papa! He’s big, and strong, and funny and he’s the one who’s gonna kick Galeem’s light bulb butt and take over this whole world” Jr insisted, before adding ”Y’know once he’s done running around after Peach that is”

”And Kamek is papa’s not papa. He’s smart and does big spells and gives papa advice that he sometimes listens too” Rika explained, before adding that ”and he went to keep an eye on papa” explaining his absence.

Roland wasn’t sure what he expected. Maybe he expected a bit more from the kids explaining things, but this was also a good insight. Well, much like he thought, these ones didn’t know the weight of what they were asking. He would internally complain about the votes, but knowing 3 of the votes… yeah that made little sense to do.

”Does your papa run around after Peach often?” Roland hadn’t met the princess for very long. Well, in a state where she could talk and wasn’t a monster. Although was that the same Peach or was that a coincidence?

”Yeah. Or. Well most of the time he just kidnaps her, and then Mario comes to rescue her. We all fight him but he always wins and then we do it all again” the prince replied, as if all this was just a fact of life.

”Mario’s a plumber with a red hat and he jumps on things” Rika added very helpfully

”Kidnap? So are you guys like a crime kingdom or something or is there something I’m not getting? Or are you guys like at war or something?” Roland said, a bit confused as to what Jr. said. Was he getting the wrong word or something?

”Huh? Oh” Jr said, realizing the missing info here, and explaining it really simply by saying that ”We’re the bad guys, and Papa’s the biggest baddest bad guy of em all”

”Oh…” Roland said, really not sure what to make of that one. The kids didn’t seem bad, but then Ganondorf called himself evil and he wasn’t nearly as evil as some people Roland knew. He’d need to observe more, which he’d have time to do later.

”So… what do you two want to do now? Well, besides eat.” Roland said, finishing his sandwich while the kids talked.

”Guess there’s that memorial thing but” Jr replied, before making a sound of uncomfortable displeasure, and saying that ”but it seems like it’d just be sad” and clearly not wanting to confront that emotion.

”besides, it's not like they’re really gone. They’ll just have forgot some stuff”

”Oh I didn’t mean like, right after this. But like, what do you plan on doing in the next few weeks and stuff. Like… are you going to look at finding an amusement park, or get people to join your kingdom or just do seeker stuff?” Roland said. He was restraining himself to not be sassy to the two kids like he might’ve been if he wasn’t trying to learn about them.

”Oh uh” Jr replied, looking a bit embarrassed by the misunderstanding, and then a bit huffy as he tried to think of a way to insist this was Roland’s fault.

Before he could do that, Rika answered ever so bluntly ”We’re gonna kill Galeem. Then papa’s going to take all its power and take over the world, and make it one where there’ll be no more horrible nightmare ships or ten year life spans or princesses using me like a disposable peon”

So, if Roland wanted to continue his inquiry, he’d have to see who this ‘Bowser’ was. Jr. was mostly a dead end when it came to his whole ruler investigation. But things were insightful all the same.

”Well… I guess we’ll see what happens. I don’t know much about him, so I can’t say one way or the other.” Roland said. He’d be up to chat about anything, but he was done with his ‘royalty’ sorta questions for now. All that was left was the other two, who he might be able to ask more direct questions.

”You’ll just have to meet him when he gets back!” Jr replied, with Midna agreeing with an ”mmm”. Roland gave them a nod.
The Avenger - Tuesday Evening Summit

Lvl 15 Ms Fortune (105/150) Lvl 8 Sandalphon (31/80) Lvl 5 Grimm (7/50)
Junior, Rika, & Edward’s @DracoLunaris Blazermate, Sectonia, & Roland’s @Archmage MC Geralt, Zenkichi & Edelgard’s @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Ace Cadet, Pit, Primrose & Therion’s @Yankee Juri’s @Zoey Boey Roxas, Ganondorf, & Captain Falcon’s @Double
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”Wow wow wait hold up what was that about a ‘ten-year lifespan’? Like. All of us? What?” Jr, youngest by far here, so young that that would mean he’d barely reach adulthood, asked.

”Afraid so.” Captain Falcon answered, having kind of hoped to break this news to kids in a more delicate way.

Jr certainly did not take this confirmation well, the boy just sort of starting into space, but his sister seemed almost nonplussed by this news because it was ”Longer than I was gonna get I guess” though she did make a groan of dissatisfaction afterwards.

Pit looked at Rika in surprise, a little disturbed. "Longer? But... ten years is so short!" Sometimes it could feel like a while, but for a long lived race like his, in the grand scheme of things it would be like the blink of an eye. Eventually.

”I’ve dreamed about the other times I’ve been alive here. Most of em ended real quickly” the ship girl who’d been built to be a disposable pawn replied straightforwardly.

Zenkichi’s face was pale as he looked around the room, his heart thundering in his ears.

”I see why the Consuls are as they are, at least a little bit now. Although with no way to tell how much time is left…” Sectonia said, dejected, but also with a fire lit under her to control the system to eliminate such a fate for herself and those loyal to her. ”That's why they separate themselves from the system, to eliminate this expiration date. And they use the flame clocks in place of being able to use magic to extend themselves into perpetuity.” If anyone could read between the lines, they’d get the hint Sectonia was far older than she let on using this method before coming to the world of light, but she wouldn’t admit it if asked, not easily anyway.

”Indeed.” Said Ganondorf from where he was standing with arms crossed.

”Ok, that sucks. Maybe common medabots have a life span only a bit more than that, but us Medaforce using medabots are way more durable than that!” Blazermate said, angry at that being a thing.

”There is a lot you can do in 10 years. That's longer than most fixers get in such a dangerous profession. Even the great Red Mist didn’t make it past 30…” Roland said, his words more hollow than anything as if he expected this cruel fate in a way.

Primrose, standing with her arms folded in front of her chest, made a quiet tut tut noise of disagreement with Roland's statement. She was one of the few that hadn't been blind sided by the sudden mention of the ten year time limit by the Avenger's commander (a fact that her fellow Orsterran hadn't missed, cutting a suspicious glance at the dancer). She did send a meaningful look Sandalphon's way, if only to imply that she now agreed with the archangel's decision to keep that piece of information secret even if it was too late. Then, her eyes slid back to the other Seekers and their reactions. Ten years... It really wasn't a long enough time. But it would have to be.

Though he hadn’t said anything yet, Roxas was of a strangely similar mind to the fixer. Technically he only had a year before things got complicated and he had to return to Sora’s Heart. Granted, he was freed again a bit later on, but still.

Geralt, meanwhile, had to bite back a scoff. At least it meant he could, theoretically, die of ‘old age.’ What a world this was, where a Witcher could die outside of battle.

As a bunch of people started talking at the same time, Nadia held her tongue for once. She remembered what the miserable old king said back in ash lake: we’re made like matches, and we burn out quick. During the journey so far, she’d harbored plenty of doubts. She’d doubted her own ability to survive and triumph on this campaign, and she doubted the campaign itself, too. Part of her wanted to run, to make a life of her own somewhere in the World of Light with the new relationships she’d forged. Her time in Limsa and Mafia Town had convinced her it was possible. But if she had less than ten years, how much of a life could she live? And at the end of the day, wouldn’t that still be better than dying even earlier under the boot of Moebius? Nadia slumped further down into her chair, numbly scratching her head. She was sharp enough, though, to mostly notice who did and did not seem surprised by the news.

Juri was on another track, apparently. ”Ugh. Can’t believe after all that the ‘commander’ is some moody, nerdy, tinhead.” She pointed at the robot. ”I’m gonna call you Not Simon Jarrett, since that’s what you introduced yourself as. It’s either that or Eugene Dinkle.”

Edelgard, having already had her own lifespan woes, focused more on the story of the ship’s commander, the technology required confusing and astounding her. ”It is…an admirable goal, though. To save your people and help them find a new home. I wonder what would happen to somebody born of people from two different worlds, though. What world would they return to?” For that, unfortunately, the commander could venture no answer.

One of the Lost Numbers in attendance, the ship's quartermaster, cleared her throat and raised a hand lightly as she spoke. "I would not concern yourself with such things, especially before even reaching the Source. Eventually, the circumstances of our birth will be different, as well as the world we end up being raised in, the manner in which we are raised, and needless to say our memories -should they follow us- will be shaped in new ways." They may well be different people, so it ultimately wouldn't matter where they ended up in her mind.

Of course despite her words, it was something many Lost Numbers had thought about before, herself included. She assumed the data of children would go with the parent that gave birth to them, but if that was truly the case then in the next world, would she be separated from Haruka? Eventually remember a phantom existence she had no context for? And what of existences like little Ciel, Aurora, and Soleil? It was a silly thing to fret over, but sometimes Sagi did so all the same.

Things were starting to get a little off track, as large discussions like this tended to. Before even thinking about complex matters like what would really happen to the Lost Numbers, the Ace Cadet had to wrap his head around a couple of other things first. Maybe not now, though... The time limit had thrown him for a loop as much as anyone else, but if he treated it as just another thing included in the big info dump he'd been given not even two days ago then he could move past it now and think about it later. His own memory of the World of Light went back... a few weeks before meeting the Seekers in Lumbridge? So if he took that to mean that he 'came back' around that time— Nope, not thinking about it now. Moving on.

"Alright. One of the things we have to decide is where we're all heading next, right? Well, I want to check up on everyone we left in the Frozen Highlands then finish what we started!" The Cadet said, jabbing his thumb in towards his chest. "And if we run into that Consul? Then bringing him to justice while we do it would be a great N'd to things there."

Leaving Albedo, Linkle, and Lucia behind hadn't felt great, but at the very least Mewtwo had stayed in Edinburgh to fill them in. Hopefully the Pokémon had managed to find them. It hadn't been long, but the Cadet would be glad to see them again. Plus the monster hunter was, well, a hunter. Sure his quarry was normally way larger than one person, but he could survive in the wilderness and he could track, especially with the help of his scoutflies.

It wasn't surprising at all that the Ace Cadet had chosen that destination for himself, now it was just a matter of where everyone else planned to go.

“Understandable.” Sandalphon took note of his reply on a virtual ledger, and was ready for more. “Any other decisions?”

”Highlands. I am entirely aware that I do not have the capability to stand toe to toe with the best fighters of this world,” Edward said, putting himself down for the only real option between the two that he had before adding that ”I can also take note of who is going where so it's easier to keep track,” and flicking open a journal page to begin doing so.

”Yeah we could kick your and everyone else’s butts! So we’re going to the city,” Jr piped up, to which Rika nodded in agreement.

”I’ll go to Esaka. I have an easier time in a duel than in a group fight as it is, even if I can make myself unnoticed in a big brawl.” Roland said, ”The question lies… what if we are put up against each other? Also I’ve gotta assume if we fight something it's to the death with that whole galeeming… attacking… thing..” Roland said, rubbing his chin.

Nadia raised an eyebrow. “Like, in some kinda tournament? Well, fights between us wouldn’t be to the death, at least. We could even rig ‘em.” She shrugged. “Though…could be fun to see where we stack up ‘fur’ real!”

To be honest, Nadia was a little surprised that everyone had seemingly accepted Sandalphon’s plan without challenge and begun to divide themselves accordingly. She’d figured that some of the bigger personalities in the room like Sectonia would make their own propositions, especially since the archangel did not seem particularly insistent. She did possess a quiet self-assurance, though, and nobody knew more about the current situation than her, so it made sense to defer to her prudent advice. Nadia certainly didn’t have any suggestions of her own; on the contrary, one of the options was already getting her fired up.

“So, I’d finally have a chance to go mano y mano with fighters my own size, and actually combo some fools instead of ticklin’ giant monsters to death? Sign me up!” The catgirl was excited for a mission that might actually cater to her strengths for once.

”I feel that Esaka will offer only martial weapons instead of magical power so I will go for the other target. My Antlers can help cover some ground if anything.” It was clear on her face she was making the best of a bad situation as she didn’t like any of the choices. But she had to take one due to the information she had just learned. She didn’t have time to sulk, she had to get moving.

”While I’d like to be in a duel thing as Medafights are usually either 1v1 or 3v3. I’m really made for the 3v3. I mean… I do have a strong 1v1 strategy, but it's kind of a one trick pony. Heal myself and generate Medaforce, then spam Medaforce to deal damage and heal. I’m sure they’d be able to dodge that if they’re good enough.” Blazermate said, thinking by weighing the options by rocking her head. ”But the hunting team will need a lot of healing especially with Jr. going over to the martial arts place. So I’ll go over there.”

Juri might have said something, if only to be disruptive. But she did want to go after that giant bird she got the clue for way back in Mafia Town. But Sandalphon’s intelligence caused a shadow to pass behind Juri’s eyes. She crossed her arms and crossed one leg behind the other. If he was going to be anywhere in this world, it’d be there. ”I’m goin’ to Esaka, too.” She said, simply.

“Bleeegh!” Nadia fell apart on the spot.

”Do the world a favor and stay that way.” Juri replied.

”I’ll go to Esaka, too.” Captain Falcon announced. ”I’m quite the fist-fighter myself so this city should be right up my alley. And…” He gave a sidelong glance in the direction of Juri and Nadia, ”...I have a feeling someone’s going to have to keep those two out of trouble.”

”Hmph, good luck with that Ganondorf scoffed but then said, ”I’ll be going to the Highlands. I’d like to see this Consul L for myself and confirm the location of her Flame Clock.”

"You won't be able to miss it," The Cadet said. He could tell Ganondorf all about it on the way over.

”I’m going to the Highlands, too.” Roxas suddenly piped up. ”I’m no martial artist. So I’m probably better suited to the other team.”

Geralt piped up with his own choice, nodding at Roxas. “Either would be fine by me, but I’ve a feeling my nose might do us some good in the Highlands if we find ourselves having to track.” Loathe as he was to reduce himself to a bloodhound, it helped the team in Midgar position themselves in a good place before the Redshift cascade and may have saved them valuable time.

The decision was an easy one for Pit, especially so when his goddess agreed with said decision. Never far from Pit's thoughts (literally), Palutena had reached out to talk about the time limit, and the internal conversation had kept him occupied until now. Ultimately, they'd agreed that keeping up with the Seekers' mission was the best option at the moment. To that end… He puffed his chest out, his wings standing proud at his back. "If we'll need 'expert duelists' at the Forbidden Kingdom, that's me!" he said with confidence. He'd be heading to Esaka.

Zenkichi shrugged, weighing the two options in his mind. He’d already been to the Forbidden Kingdom, so he eventually decided on that, and said as much. He was clearly still somewhat stricken by the earlier revelation, however, and his voice was faint.

A people-watcher in the first place, Primrose cast a sympathetic gaze his way. Among the Seekers, Zenkichi had a rather unique circumstance... and it wasn't hard to venture a guess as to why he was taking the sudden news much harder than others. She felt for him, and his daughter.

Sighing, Edelgard stood up. ”I…regret to inform you that I shall not be coming along for the next expedition. The people of Enbarr need their Empress. Nonetheless…I shall remain in contact with you via Sandalphon. Should you find yourselves in need of my assistance, or vice versa, we shall not be strangers. And should I find myself successfully able to reclaim the throne, know that we shall stand by you when you need it. First, however, will have to be the region’s Consul. Once I have built a strong enough group to depose them, I shall reach out for assistance.” Her goals might have been lofty, but the self-assurance with which Edelgard spoke indicated that she was supremely confident in her ability to achieve them. With that, she departed the room.

Sandalphon watched her go, impassive. Though loathe to lose allies in any context, a voluntary departure was the preferable option. At the very least, this wasn’t a surprise to her. After being approached by Edelgard before this meeting, the arrangements had already been made for her drop to the Theater of War tomorrow following the deployment of the Highlands expedition. With her in the wartorn region’s north and Nero in the south according to his message via Pit, the Seekers would hopefully have well-informed contacts in the region when it came time to take on the Theater of War.

In the wake of Edelgard’s exit, the archangel herself weighed in to keep the group on topic. “I am pleased that everyone concurs with my suggestions. I myself plan to join the Highlands expedition, but I will keep an eye on the Esaka proceedings remotely and can visit when needed.” She looked around, her ledger up to date on everyone’s decisions. She, the Ace Cadet, Edward, Geralt, Sectonia, Blazermate, Roxas, and Ganondorf were all bound for the Highlands expedition, while Bowser Jr, Rika, Roland, Ms Fortune, Juri, Captain Falcon, Pit, and Zenkichi had chosen Esaka. That left both teams even at eight members apiece, each specialized for their mission. Hopefully Esaka would have medical facilities with which to offset the imbalance of healers.

That left just a few members unaccounted for. Primrose and Therion, for instance. Sandalphon’s electric green gaze turned toward the shadows, where eyes of crimson flame burned in silence. Grimm had yet to decide one way or the other, and Sandalphon honestly wondered if he intended to play along with the others at all. He seemed to have some other agenda. “Additionally, I have received word from one Big Band, who is currently deployed to the town of Martira nearby and scheduled for pickup this evening. While he wishes the Highlands team well, he will also be headed to Esaka.” That meant an opening on the expedition for whoever might be available to fill it.

...though it would not be the Orsterrans.

Esaka didn't seem like the type of place Therion would prefer based on the way everyone else talked about it, but the thought of going to the Frozen Highlands appealed to him even less. Snow-soaked hikes and frozen cities? No thanks. He was certainly no duelist, but if Esaka was anything like Victors Hollow back in Orsterra -turned up in intensity most likely- then at the very least there probably were things he could get up to that didn't involve pitting himself against muscle-heads. Betting pools, brokers, and plenty of tourists to be found if he had to guess. If everyone else headed there wanted to participate in some assumed martial arts tournament, he'd just put some money on them and stick to information gathering while they did it.

"...between the two, I'm leaning towards Esaka," Therion said simply. "Heavily."

"As am I," Primrose said afterward, which meant the two friends would be sticking together once more. At least it seemed that way until the dancer followed up with, "the Forbidden Kingdom as a whole, really.

"Based on what we learned while there, I agree that Esaka is the best place to look. If it's not there, then someone who knows where it is will be. However, on the chance we could get a head start on the Guardian's location if it is elsewhere..."
On the projected map, Primrose's eyes drifted over to the palace on the area's eastern side.

"Or if it may be prudent to secure easier passage between the Highlands and the Kingdom... as I've heard the Highlands' Guardian is wont to travel far..." Her gaze shifted over to the village marked 'Kanal' and the Tyrannian Plateau.

"Or even to keep looking into ways to get through to the city up north..." She looked at the massive unreachable City that Never Was then, eyes lingering before she brought them back to her fellow Seekers. "...well, we don't need so many of us all in Esaka, now do we?"

Therion's tail flicked in thought. She was right - they could all deploy together, but nothing was really stopping them from splitting up beyond safety being in numbers, especially when it was easier to keep in touch with each other than ever. Maybe, then, he’d look into some things outside of the city as well.

The commander nodded his head approvingly. “You all have settled the matter of destination most expediently. That just leaves the matter of who will assume leadership of the Seekers of Light in the field, as well as a second-in-command who will take charge of the other team.”

”We had very little choice, all things considered. We need to clear every area and gain what little we can learn in such a short amount of time to avoid a terrible fate.” Sectonia said, showing everyone that the 10 year time limit and how to circumvent it in some way shape or form was definitely on her mind.

”As for leader, I’d nominate myself, naturally. It's a queen's role to know how to properly delegate.” Sectonia said, snapping back to her more prideful demenur.

”It should be me while papa isn't here” Jr piped up, continuing the trend of royal arrogance with perhaps the most absurd prospect of the bunch. Still, he did have one positive point, which was ”plus I just led a mission and it went great!” which got a nod of agreement from one member of said side missions at least, namely his sister.

"Bowser wasn't our leader before! ...uh, right?" Pit retorted, though he looked less sure soon after he'd said it. The Koopa King definitely thought and acted like he was though, but it wasn't the same thing... Probably. "Besides, you're too young."

Which was a hilarious thing to hear from the mouth of a boy who barely looked like he was fifteen, even after fusion made him taller.

"I'm already the captain of our army back home, so... I could do it. Or be co-captain!" The angel might not have necessarily volunteered earlier in the campaign, but after returning from Skyworld he was filled with a lot more confidence and a greater sense of duty than before. Especially since he had some divine intervention available now.

”I could see co-captain for sure, but not the actual leader. Not being able to read is going to cause a lot of problems” Roland said, holding up a book lazily as his powers in this world involved the powers of the library quite heavily. ”And I’d rather have someone who isn’t a kid. Not even the City had kids leading the wings… I hope.” Roland continued. Although when it came to him putting his hat in the ring. ”I did run my own fixer office, but I feel there are others here better at leading people. I’m more… an advisor if anything.”

"Well I'm not a kid, and I can read now!"

”If Bowser were here, or Kamek, they’d make great leaders. But they’re not. And I’m more a support than a leader, so…” Blazermate said.

Based on what she knew of the Koopas so far, Sandalphon wasn’t sure about Blazermate’s opinion. Her pupils became @ symbols as she addressed the nominees so far. “Everyone should consider one crucial point of actual leadership. There is more to being a leader than giving orders. Leadership means taking complete and total responsibility for every member on the team. They must know each subordinate inside and out in order to utilize them to their fullest. Moreover, a true leader takes responsibility for the mistakes, faults, and failures of all members of the team. The lives of your subordinates are in your hands, and if they die, their blood is on your hands. Are you willing to pay that price?” Her pupils turned back to normal as she looked around, then down. “It is not an enviable position.”

Her words were the nail in the coffin for Nadia’s thoughts on the matter. “Yeah, nah, I’m good. I couldn’t lead a trip to the grocery store, much less one to the ends of the earth.” She raised an eyebrow at Sectonia. “That said, not to be a ped-ant, but you only lead mindless drones, right Toni? Dealin’ with people’s a whole ‘nother beast.” She then gave Pit and Junior a sceptical look. “And, uh, sorry, but I’m with Roland on this one. No way some rugrat’s sendin’ me to my death.”

”Mindless drones I use to do jobs that would be too dangerous or mundane for people with more worth.” Sectonia said. ”I did rule a large kingdom before all of this.” She then mumbled to herself ”but of course without Floralia all you see is a bandit queen…”

Pit's feathers fluffed out a little as he began to feel defensive. He didn't mind not taking the mantle of leader, but he didn't want it to be because everyone thought he'd be bad at it! Sure he was young for an angel, but still! He was probably older than Roland and he was definitely older than Ms. Fortune. He also took his duties as captain of Skyworld's army seriously, anyone that had been with him up there would know that. He could lead, despite his appearance.

He managed to bite back an argument though and instead said, "Okay, what about Captain Falcon?"

Pit looked over at the man and splayed a hand out towards him. "He's a good guy, he's got experience with worlds-colliding problems, and he's a captain too!"

It did occur to him that he didn't know what kind of captain the bounty hunter was. Actually hadn't he talked about that once with Viridi? Still, to get a title like captain he must have led others at some point, Pit figured.

”Vote for me. Promise I won’t play favorites.” Juri chimed in with a grin.

Blazermate and Roland looked at Juri and shook their heads. Nadia didn’t respond either to her or to Pit’s suggestion, partially because she felt bad for misidentifying the angel as a child. She more cared about overall maturity than age itself, but it was harder to generalize Pit’s level of maturity, so she held her tongue. Sandalphon did consider the new nomination, though, and she gave Falcon a mildly curious look. “I would be interested to hear about your leadership experience, Captain.”

The Captain in question hadn’t said anything during this part of the discussion yet. And neither did Ganondorf, surprisingly enough. One would have expected the Gerudo Warlord to immediately nominate himself the same way Sectonia did. But he hadn’t. At least, not yet. As for Falcon, he looked around and laughed a bit. ”Well, you might be a little disappointed to hear that most of my ‘leading’ has been on the racetrack.” He said, willing to admit the honest truth. ”I’m a Captain by virtue of owning a personal starship called the Falcon Flyer.”

After a pause he continued, ”But Pit here isn’t exaggerating. When it comes to worlds colliding, let’s just say… this isn’t exactly my first rodeo. I can still remember some of the old days, too. There were originally twelve of us, including myself. And our only real enemy at the time was Master Hand. I’m not sure if that qualifies me as a veteran or even as leadership material. But I can at least promise to perform those duties to the best of my ability if that’s what the majority here ends up voting for.”

”Hmph, you’re not the only ‘veteran’ here, Captain.” Ganondorf said, finally choosing now to speak up. ”And unlike you, I have actual experience as a commander. Both in my world and here in this one as well.” He wasn’t saying it outright, but he was certainly implying his self-nomination strongly enough.

”Mm…. Whoevers leading probably has to be really up to date on the whole consul thing… ” Blazermate said. ”Also has to be with us for awhile.”

”I notice so far a lot of those nominated are either ‘royals’, or are more commanders than leaders.” Roland said. ”I wonder which one of you guys is the most humane?” The way he said that sounded fair and measured, but there was a double meaning to that. Someone needed to have camaraderie, but if they were too soft they were too weak to lead.

"Should we even pick a boss?" The Cadet wondered aloud as the choice of leadership unsurprisingly turned out to be a much harder one than a destination. Throughout it, his own gaze had landed on Geralt, who he knew had a good head on his shoulders and had more than once reminded him of the Ace Commander, the leader of the monster hunter's old crew. That said, the Cadet wasn't about to volunteer the man if it wasn't something he actually wanted. Ace had his thoughts on everyone else that had volunteered or been volunteered so far, but with a group like this... He drew a hand across his chin before finishing his thought. "I mean a permanent boss. We've come this far already with whoever stepped up at the time. Maybe for us it would work better if we could just choose commanders for each group we split into, and re-choose when we make new ones in the next areas."

”Given that both teams will have more ability to coordinate via shared access to resources than they have previously had, it seems wise to have some form of coordination at least” Edward said, before placing forth a theory ”I’d suggest that, from what I have garnered, ‘leading’ this group has a lot less to do with commanding, and more about keeping track of various, hmm, strong personalities. Juri is perhaps the most extreme example, but I hazard to guess many of you are not inclined to ‘taking orders’ in a traditional military sense”

”Hey. As long as there’s somethin’ in it for me I’ll break whatever or whoever you want.” Juri responded with a casual shrug.

”Mm… While I haven’t gotten to know everyone all that much, that can work. With some of the more dominant personalities in the room.” Roland said, looking at Sectonia, Ganondorf, Juri, Falcon, Pit, and Jr. ”Constantly shuffling the team leader when the teams inevitably change for future missions to be the best person for that area and to manage that group of people might be best.” He then gave it a bit more thought with a low ‘hmmm’ before saying. ”The only problem would be if we need someone to talk for the group. Which doesn’t have to be a leader, just a good talker.”

”So what you're suggesting is to keep doing what we’ve been doing. Granted, it has gotten us this far in such a short amount of time.” Sectonia said, looking at Ace than Roland. ”And while it would work for what happens now, if this is finished with us the victors and we find a way to this ‘source’ to remove the time limits placed upon us, a leader will need to be discussed and agreed on. Otherwise we all may become the way the Consuls are many years down the line.”

”Continue as is?” Ganondorf interjected, ”You mean the same methods and tactics that resulted in losses for us down in the Dead Zone? All while Moebius continues to escalate their own efforts? Forgive me if I don’t see the wisdom in that plan.”

”I’m not sure we can blame what happened in the Dead Zone on our methodology.” Captain Falcon countered, ”That entire mess was just due to a single Consul’s ability. Can’t exactly account for something like that without being a precog.”

”Three, one of which got away and two others. One of which was deemed to be the strongest consul of them all that managed to be defeated.” Sectonia said, clarifying their accomplishments in the Dead Zone. ”Although you didn’t see the zone before the time rain. I wonder if attacking it before it became such a hazardous area would have been better or worse. Imagine what happened in that tree, but many times worse when it came to the creatures crawling around in that zone.”

Sandalphon inhaled through her nose. “I planned and executed the Dead Zone operation with help from Bridges. Better information gathering on my part may have allowed us to be better prepared. It is true that some factors can simply not be anticipated, but I encouraged this assault even in the face of such unknowns. It should have been obvious that Moebius would anticipate the Qliphoth as our next target…regardless, as the one responsible, the fault is mine.” She paused. “In my experience, having a leader is essential, or an unconscionable amount of time is wasted on deliberation. And the person most fit to lead does not change with the context of the operation.”

”Information is valuable. That is why I extorted out as much information from Consul F in the Under as I could. But it's difficult to gather with such an enigmatic group. And we have that other group…. The Nobodies Roxas called them as well. They haven’t been hostile to us yet, but with how little we have of the Consuls we have even less of them.” Sectonia then shook her head, but got an idea. She then gave Sandalphon some relief ”Considering A was the cause of what happened in the Dead Zone and was known as the strongest Consul with powers that F, in his sheer terror couldn’t even comprehend when I interrogated him, there wasn’t much you could actually do.”

Therion, who'd pretty much tuned out at this point as it didn't matter to him who was symbolically in charge, spoke up then. "Why don't you do it?"

He blinked at Sandalphon. She clearly was invested, had all of the information privy to the Seekers, had already coordinated them multiple times, and was a logical thinker among many... passionate personalities. She was already kind of leading them all anyway, at least from what Therion knew. Or did one failure in her eyes disqualify her?

”I second nominating Sandalphon for a leadership role. At a bare minimum, her ability to communicate with everyone is invaluable to group coordination” Edward said.

Jr sighed and then added that ”It sure helped out in the fight we had, we’d have been toast without her” reluctantly and a touch despondently, his own bid seeming absolutely in the gutter at this point.

Pit gently tapped a fist against his open palm, having only just realized that Sandalphon could be made their official leader. In the absence of someone like Palutena, Sandalphon might just be the next best thing. "Great idea!"

”It's not a bad idea I guess. She can still direct people and even heal even if she gets cat karted away. I don’t think any of us can come even close to that. At most if I put down a teleporter someone could come back, or Jr. puts down his paint. And didn’t Sectonia say she could be summoned as well to Kamek at one point or am I getting that wrong. Haven’t seen her do that yet.” Blazermate said, unsure, but pointing out what she saw.

”If it's about being able to give directions, isn’t she the only one that can put those markers on where to stand? I for sure haven’t figured out how to do that.” Roland said.

”I can put a glowing spot on an enemy's weak point, but that's as far as I go with that sorta stuff. Remember guys attack the glowing spot! I’m marking it to make things easier for you!” Blazermate said, explaining her Scan ability again.

”Sandy’s got a terrible poker face, though.” Juri said. ”Her eyes are like little emojis. Makes it way easy for Consul freaks to tell what she’s thinking. And if we invested in some ear pieces we’d be talking with each other even faster, so that’s not much of a skill worth lauding.”

On those two points Primrose definitely agreed, but even so she didn't think Sandalphon would be a bad choice for leader at all. "Keeping one's emotions from their face takes only practice," she said. She looked at Sandalphon again, appraising the archangel one more time before a small smile found its way to the dancer's own face. "No objections from me."

Juri pointed a finger at Junior. ”I vote for the baby turtle. It’d be funny.”

Ganondorf could already see where this inevitably was going and rolled his eyes. ”All this talk for things to more or less stay the same.” He grumbled to himself, ”What a waste of time.”

”You’re just mad the baby turtle got more votes than you.” Juri teased.

”To be fair I would’ve probably voted for Sectonia if Sandalphon didn’t like, become the obvious pick there. Or Bowser if he was here but he's... What is he even doing?” Blazermate asked.

”Fine, keep things the same.” Ganondorf said, ”But don’t blame me if you just end up with the same results as the Dead Zone again.” At this point he was ready to conclude this and get back to business already. His statement earned a harsh glare from Zenkichi, and a derisive scoff from Geralt, who was only preempted from a retort by the Archangel in question herself.

The archangel fixed him with a steely gaze, her pupils their default power symbols. “I learn from my mistakes, Ganondorf. The wellbeing of my team is my highest priority, and my failures weigh on nobody more than myself. If the team sees fit to trust me with such a role again, I will accept the nomination.” She waved her hand, conjuring light screens in front of everyone who hadn't already made a definitive choice. On it were the names of Junior, Sectonia, Ganondorf, Pit, Captain Falcon, and herself. “If there are no more nominations or discussion points, we can cast our votes via private ballot.”

”And I learn from mine, as well.” Ganondorf retorted, saying nothing more and simply letting the implication hang in the air as the voting began.

”Papa’d say otherwise!” Jr chipped in just for the fun of it, before handing in his vote for himself, and with Rika following along to vote for him too. Both also voted for Sandalphon with regards to her getting them through an otherwise lethal deadzone encounter.

A tiny smiled ghosted across Geralt’s face as he cast a vote for Sandalphon as the Seekers’ leader. Zenkichi did the same with a vacant expression, his face recovering but still somewhat pale. He cast his vote for Pit as acting leader of the Esaka expedition.

When Pit himself voted, it was quick and easy. He incorrectly assumed that people couldn't vote for themselves, and so he picked Sandalphon as the campaign's leader, and Captain Falcon as her second. He was the one who nominated the pilot in the first place, and he did honestly think the man would do a good job. And as for Sandalphon, on top of finding her smart, kind, and brave, at this point he trusted his fellow angel more than most, and he already was much too-trusting of a person. "There we go."

Sectonia obviously voted for herself, her pride wouldn’t allow anything else. But she was aware enough to see where the wind was blowing. This was more of a Peach situation so this wasn’t the first time. What concerned her more was what happened afterwards, wartime and overall kingdom leadership were totally different things. And as such she wrote that while she would accept it if Sandalphon won, she made it quite clear that this was for seeker operations only and not related to anything kingdom related and would much rather take over when it came to that aspect. But for managing the other team, she put Geralt for now. To her it was a split between Pit, Roland, and Geralt as her martial arts knowledge was very low. Although if Ganondorf had been on that team strangely enough she would’ve voted for him to be the leader of that team. He might be her rival in this endeavor, but he had shown he knew what to do if he had to do it.

Roland was unsure of who to actually vote for. If he had his choice, he’d want there to be a couple leader elections. One for now, one for after this was done, and one if they survived a few years down the line. Really voting for who led him was a new thing and he wasn’t sure what to vote for. Sandalphon would make a good operations leader, but Sectonia, Ganondorf, and potentially Jr. would make great leaders for what happens afterwards. In the end, Roland wrote that down on his vote. Sandalphon if it was for the war, and a request for a revote with his vote going for the three royals after all this was done based on how they acted at the end of all of this… if any of them survived. Although when it came to who led his team, he thought about it. Geralt was too similar to himself, and Falcon said he didn’t have the experience and while he wasn’t a bad choice, Roland felt that he might not slow down for others that needed it. Eventually he wrote in Pit to see how the angel handled things. Granted if either Pit or Sandalphon put on a crown of thorns and started going on about apostates he’d be the first to act…

Nadia scratched her head as she thought about the ballot for a moment, her thoughts not so private. “You're not a bad vote by any means, Big G…” He had good qualifications, but those weren't everything. In the end, who would be mostly likely to care about the life of an underling like her? “I think Sandy did her best.” She went ahead and voted for the archangel. As for the acting leader, the one who'd be her direct report, it seemed like Pit and Junior had the most support. Kind of funny given what she said about rugrats, but then again, Pit wasn't really a kid, right? She wasn't totally sure until she remembered that Juri said her vote aloud, at which point Nadia immediately chose Pit to oppose her.

Blazermate was an easy vote. For the Esaka team she put Jr. since he wasn’t going to lead the whole thing. She didn’t know the others all that well by comparison and she valued seniority. But for a main leader she put Sectonia as she wasn’t sure between everyone and just ranked on seniority. She hadn’t seen what some of the others had seen when it came to Sandalphon’s abilities to point out where to go, while Sectonia was a nice big meat shield for her to hide behind and heal. She didn’t know Ganondorf enough to make a good choice but did agree he hit hard when buffed. And Juri was just out. Falcon she knew nothing about. Granted if Bowser was here, her vote would go for him no question.

Sandalphon’s eyes became inverted triangles as she considered various factors. “Among our nominees are some of our most powerful fighters who would logically be on the frontlines. Being a leader as well would not only detract from their output but concentrate an enormous amount of value in a risky position.” Her eyes reverted. “Of course, leading from the front could also be considered an admirable trait.”

After thinking it through, Edward ended up voting for Sectonia over Sandalphon. The latter’s stated intent to flit between groups raised the issue of leaving his team leaderless, while in a battlefield situation at least, the nature of Sectonia’s powerset made her a commanding presence upon it if nothing else. Very much the kind of woman you could build an entire formation around, if the fight at the bottom of the demon tree was anything to go by.

As for the other team, he had to admit, he knew rather little about them barring what had just been said. Pit being the head of Palutena’s forces was certainly a mark in his favor however. The Captain’s supposed levels of experience with the situation was meanwhile pitted against his lack of experience, well, leading. That said, a leader was also about being the face of a team, and the man had the physique and attitude that would surely garner respect from the martial artists of the region that team was heading for.

On the other hand, Sandalphon did have a point about the issues of leading from the front and, in his mind, this was very much not the kind of group that needed the boost in moral/courage that that sort of action garnered.

Unfortunately that point mostly pointed towards the literal child who was the one midline supporter among the nominations. Quite the quandary.

”Junior’s smart from what I’ve seen. And I’d like to see Consuls try to predict what he does. Haha.” Juri was convincing herself, amused.

Her comment settled Edward’s thinking, and he went with Captain Falcon.

Someone who was having the same kind of hard time choosing was Ace. Ah man, this giggisux, he thought, squinting at the ballot screen. He had hoped the discussion over leadership wouldn't devolve into an argument, or become as tense as it had... he could still hope that once the voting was done that there were no hard feelings, at least. As for his own votes, he had to really think on it. Personally he didn't mind working under almost anyone, but he didn't want to give up his vote either. Everyone had preferences, after all. So he thought about it for a few long moments, weighing the pros and cons (at least the ones he knew) of each person. For the Cadet, a leader that fought alongside their squad was better than one that stuck to the sidelines. Someone who would stick to their bowguns if they knew they were right, but would also always take their comrade's feelings and ideas into account. Unfortunately for everything he knew about the six nominees, what he didn't know added up to a lot more... which meant his gut would be playing a bigger role in his choice than he'd thought. In the end, he voted for the two 'captains' - Falcon to lead the whole crew, and Pit for second.

Captain Falcon waved his screen away and politely abstained from voting overall. He didn’t have nearly enough of an ego to vote for himself. And besides, he didn’t think it was proper for one of the candidates to be voting in this matter anyway. Too much personal bias. Meanwhile, Roxas spent an uncomfortably long time staring blankly at his screen. He really didn’t want to vote on this either, truth be told. Especially not after it started becoming a point of contention toward the end of the discussion. But in the end he hastily cast a vote for Sandalphon, figuring she had it in the bag anyway.

Therion also voted for Sandalphon, more just to get this part of the discussion over with sooner. They probably should have just started with a vote and things would have ended up the same way, only quicker, like Ganondorf had pointed out. If the thief had thought about his first choice more than just a few seconds he might have gone with another option. Other than the one instance of Ganondorf's anger issues and demonic form causing some friendly fire that Therion was unfortunately on the receiving end of, the man had treated him well enough. The same could be said of Sectonia, despite the whole 'minions' thing. But he hadn't.

And as for the second in command (again, symbolically; he doubted any of the prideful Seekers would actually listen to orders all the time, himself included) that would look out for the group headed to Esaka... well, if one of them claimed to be a literal army captain, who was Therion to argue against that? So Pit it was.

Ganondorf… just stood there, refusing to cast a vote. His arms were crossed, his boot was tapping on the floor impatiently. This was a farce, as far as he was concerned. There was no point in bothering.

Given how quiet everyone else was at the moment, his demonstration was rather noticeable. Nadia shifted in her seat uncomfortably; she knew Ganondorf wasn’t all bad, and she didn’t want to see him make a fool of himself. “Um…if anyone’s done here, there’s nothing to stop you from leavin’, I guess.” She somehow managed to refrain from making a pun about being im-poll-ite.

Seeing the Gerudo king having a bit of a harumph, Roland gave him a bit of a condolence as well. ”Pretty sure you're more a king than a war boss.”. Much like Nadia, Roland didn’t see Ganondorf as a bad guy. He'd offer the same comfort to the other two royals, but Sectonia had a hard expression to read across the room and Jr. seemed to be more accepting about what was going on.

”I quite literally led a victorious campaign in the Sandswept Sky.” Ganondorf said simply, ”I believe that makes me a rather effective ‘war boss’ by definition.”

”From what I heard you made a big diplomatic move there as well, boss.” Roland said, not arguing with what he wanted to call himself.

”Hmm, yes. It’s almost as though I am effective at being both king AND commander.” Ganondorf countered, pointing out that those two things were not mutually exclusive. Both could be true at the same time.

Which left only Primrose to complete her vote. Truthfully she was of the mind that none of the Seekers were beholden to the leader they chose, as none of them were being coerced to be there or to follow orders; she could and would do as she pleased if she had a serious disagreement with whomsoever they ended up with. Even so, she seriously considered the options. A united front behind a strong leader probably would benefit them.

Her dark green eyes laid on each of the candidates in turn, her gaze heavy. Though she had said she wouldn't object to Sandalphon being their leader, and still wouldn't if things turned out that way, now that it had come down to a vote... Primrose had to go with Queen Sectonia. She knew the alien bee had a peculiar style of leading, but as long as Primrose had known her Sectonia had proven that she looked after her own. She was bold and clever too, on top of being powerful, and though vain beyond anyone else it wasn't hard to talk to her either. She may not have been the perfect choice, but none of the candidates were.

As for Ganondorf, the dancer had seen his statecraft firsthand and had engaged him in a semi-productive conversation not long ago. She had, at the time, thought to revise her opinion on the warlord. Even now she still thought that there was more than met the eye with him and that he had changed somewhat, however... the way he was acting now turned Primrose away from possibly choosing him. This was a man who could lead to be sure, but who also seemed to feel he was entitled to that leadership. And she would always think derisively about such men in power.

She didn't know much at all about the other man on the ballot, and the children were just that. Even so, those three were the choices for co-leader that would take command in the Forbidden Kingdom. Primrose felt she knew the Koopa prince well enough that she was confident in not voting for him. He may make an excellent leader once he grew up, but right now she thought his heart wouldn't be able to handle the hard parts. Between Pit and Captain Falcon, both relative strangers to her, Primrose went with the latter to lead in Esaka.

Sandalphon consulted her screen. There were some votes missing, but she didn’t want to make a point about everyone getting their votes in, even if everyone’s thoughts did matter. “At this time I will assume everyone yet to vote has abstained. It seems we have one vote for someone who wasn’t nominated…congratulations, Geralt.” She quickly eliminated that submission. “As it currently stands, Sectonia, Bowser Jr., and Captain Falcon share a three-way tie for runner-up at four votes apiece. Five votes for Pit. And…nine for myself.”

Smiling, Nadia tapped her fingertips against her palm in a congratulatory golf clap.

Sectonia knew Sandalphon would win from the way everyone was talking, but it was good to see that some people respected her. She assumed the votes for Pit were to lead the other group so that didn’t bother her too much either. Although getting a tie with a literal kid, even if he was royalty was a bit… Well, as she thought it through she knew three people who voted for him and they were guaranteed and one of them wasn’t a serious vote so…

Roland wasn’t surprised, neither was Blazermate on that win. What did surprise Blazermate is that both of her choices were tied in third. She figured her votes really made a difference. Meanwhile Roland noted that Ganondorf came in last. Considering how people were around him, that wasn’t too much of a surprise, but hopefully he got at least 1 vote that wasn’t his own. Speaking of…. Roland had gotten an idea. A follow up on his voting request you could say…

”Hmm, well that’s that, then.” Captain Falcon said simply. You win some and you lose some. And honestly he wasn’t exactly super invested in the votes anyway. Either that or he was just very experienced and being a good sport about it all. A mix of both, really.

None of this was a surprise to Roxas, either. He just shrugged and continued to keep to himself.

Zenkichi gave a tiny smile and nod to Sandalphon’s election to leader, the knowledge that she would still be watching over them setting his mind a little at ease.

“I am grateful for your confidence. I promise to do everything I can to effectively lead the team on the difficult road ahead. For as long as I am able.” Sandalphon kept her acceptance speech short and sweet, not wanting to rub it in. She quickly moved the focus off of herself, as well. “And congratulations to Pit as well. The Esaka contingent will report to you for the time being, once everyone is deployed.”

”Yeah, right.” Juri said with a roll of her eyes.

Pit huffed at her, but in summoning all of the maturity he had that was all he did. He was glad that some of his allies believed in him enough to vote for him, and in time he was sure he could convince the rest of them too! So he turned to those that had chosen to venture to the Forbidden Kingdom with a smile on his face, laying a fist against his chest. "I won't let you guys down!"

Ganondorf exhaled and relaxed his posture a bit, ”If that’s all, then I’ll be taking my leave.” He said. No grumbling, no offered explanation of where he was going, just silent indifference. And just like that, he left and disappeared to some other part of the ship for whatever reasons were his own. Geralt watched him leave, his reaction earning an unseen nod of respect.

Jr was a lot less magnanimous in his loss than the king, letting out a sad ”Awwww” and a floor scuffing kick. Rika meanwhile gave a little ‘ohe well’ shrug, patted her brother sympathetically and tried to look on the bright side ”well at least Sandalphon won. And Pit seems nice I think? Plus, third isn’t bad?”

Third was, in Edward’s opinion, a rather absurd position for a child to have reached, even if what joint third. Such was the nature of democracy he supposed. It would never catch on.

Throughout the lengthy discussion and debate, the Lost Numbers’ commander had remained completely silent, absorbing and cataloguing every detail about the intriguing individuals gathered before him. “It’s settled, then. We Lost Numbers will strive to help however we can with the operations set to start tomorrow. For the worlds yet to come.”

He looked around. “Right now, though, I believe that Chef Brace has orchestrated a feast worthy of heroes, to celebrate another step in your campaign. Please head to the mess hall to enjoy yourselves. Afterward, those who wish to do so may attend the memorial service in Stolen Moments to honor the fallen.”
Escape from the higher tower

Blazermate, Celica, Edward, Juri, Sectonia and Zenkichi
Words: 3308 (+4)


Silence, locally, fell, as the last of the NC troops assailing Celica and the seeker’s position fell the spell and shot.

Edward was particularly glad it was over, because both of his new weapons had jammed during the firefight, much to his frustration. As such he’d had to fall back on portal punching, something which had left him much more exhausted than it had before. Now able to actively feel his physique deteriorating, the man wanted whatever of the two spirits he had absorbed that had caused that out of him as soon as possible, and decided it was time to cut their losses.

To that end he first started up a series of portal drops and catches to consolidate all of the ones that were not within Zenkichi’s arm’s reach into one place. As he did so, he sent the one scout drone that had survived the battle to check on the mercenary spirits he’d collected, only to find they had already faded.

Which was rather frustrating.

”These will have to do in terms of salvage, and we best collect them before they fade” he said, before adding ”and those” with reference to Celica’s broken machine and what little remained of the one she had been fighting.

”Sending it to the armory will be slow given how big it is, so it would be best if we move them. If we can” He said, before adding that ”I can just drop them” as an option, though naturally that would not be pretty.

”Or we can crush them I guess. Gotta be quick regardless though!” Blazermate said, offering her suggestion before these guys respawned again.

While the others were dealing with the ground combat of highertower, Sectonia was busy conjuring her maximum amount of Antlers to get them all ready for the inevitable respawn of everything that was fighting over here. They would help either delay or stall everything so their escape with their loot could be a lot easier.

”We should probably get her out of that thing.” Zenkichi pointed out, gesturing over to the immobile Skell that Celica was still in. ”I get the feeling she's not standing there to look intimidating.” He added, jogging over to the Skell. A cursory inspection revealed that the machine was unresponsive, and he didn't hear anything from inside, so he started haphazardly climbing the machine.

The giant knife made that a bit awkward, but after a short bit, Zenkichi found purchase on the Skell and managed to find an emergency release for the cockpit, engaging it to reveal Celica. To his eyes, she looked like an elf from some fantasy world, but the mech she was in screamed science fiction. Carefully taking a hold of the unconscious woman, he braced himself and hopped down from the Skell, knees protesting angrily upon his landing.

Blazermate, having been following zenkichi, started to heal up Celica. They needed to get out of the area with their loot soon, especially if they didn’t have a giant robot to fight what could be a respawning giant robot.

”Looks like we’ll need to move it ourselves then” Edward said, gazing up at the massive machine and wondering how in the world they’d do that, before his scout’s eye happened to scan across the veritable army of big bugs she was preparing.

Which gave him an idea.

”Your highness!” he called over, before jerking a thumb to their oversized prize and asking if she’d ”Care to lend us your many hands in transporting this?”

Sectonia was going to march her antler army to keep the mercenaries suppressed, but Edward called for her attention, seemingly having some sort of plan. As she descended, keeping her eyes more on the battlefield than the current task the group was dealing with. Once she managed to get within sight range of the Skell, and Edward motioned for this large thing to be carried, Sectonia called her antlers over to do the deed.

As they were of different strength and sizes, the Gold antlers did most of the work in picking up the heavier limbs. The red antlers picked up the lighter limbs, and the green and blue antlers started to pick the skell up from underneath and much like their namesake, were able to lift the mighty machine.

”I assume you have something you want to do with this thing and you're not calling my antlers for no reason?” Sectonia said, clearly waiting for what Edward needed them for.

”We’ll be adding it to our arsenal of course” Edward replied, the man having clambered up onto one of the containers to get a better vantage point, before opening a very large portal which would let them all, cargo in hand, get out of there ”This way please, before some other fools try their luck”

”This chick and her busted ass robot better be worth it,” Juri said, taking cover nearby, her twin pistols out.

Sectonia rolled her shoulders and commanded her Antlers to carry the Skell in the portal, liking this new ability of Edwards. Although she asked where the portal went to know how she should use such an ability.

”As far from here as I could see when I opened it” the Dreadnaught replied, before stepping through, and out the other side into the dusty plains beyond, before almost immediately opening another portal, so he could take them a second step further, and fully clear of danger. In these two steps, he took them to a little hilltop, about a 15 minute walk away from the carnage they’d just been embroiled in.

”Before we get too far, I left a vehicle in there with a turret defending it. Any chance we could pop back and try to grab it?” Zenkichi added, briefly describing where he'd parked the Prowler earlier. After a short trip via portal, they found the vehicle overturned, with a Psycho nearby nursing a badly scraped up leg.

”Eh, I'll take it.” He shrugged, gesturing to Edward. ”Let's get this thing out of here before this guy does any more damage to it.”

The Psycho in question turned, pointing an offended finger Zenkichi's way. “Alright wise guy, if you're such a good driver, let's see YOU make that jump!”

In response, Zenkichi stared the Psycho down and shook his head. ”Noooo, I'm just gonna take it and leave. You can barely walk, dude. Just take the fact that you can still walk as a victory. I've seen enough people get hurt pulling crazy stunts to try it out here with a car I'm not familiar with. The crazy taxi game was one thing, but out here in the real world I like my neck unbroken.”

The Pyscho blew a raspberry in response, standing up to further insult Zenkichi but immediately sitting back down with a pained hiss, clutching his leg.

”Those guys can talk?” Juri asked, referring to the psycho.

”Amicably resolved. Now, this way” Edward said from where he’d been waiting for things to resolve, before opening a pair of portals, one for him to step through, and one for Zenkichi to drive through.

On the other side of a few portals, the seekers were finally free from danger, and able to debrief the whole madcate escapade. Edward practically collapsed as he took a seat upon a conveniently placed rock, complaining that ”That has taken… a lot out of me”

”Still, it's not like we have nothing to show for it” he said as he extracted the NC spirits from a pouch, before saying ”best we make use of them before they decay”

To that end, he used a hand to summon Sectonia’s mimic hat from the armory, while pressing one of the infiltrator spirit to his head.



On the other side of the portal, in relative safety, Juri put both hands behind her head and strolled around a bit. Then she turned back to the group. ”What the hell’s wrong with you, Edward? Never saw you get gassed before when we were at the Qliploth freakshow. ” Juri asked. ”I mean what’s wrong beyond you being some kinda fucked up hideous monster now.” She clarified helpfully.

Zenkichi, despite himself, chuckled a little at Juri's crass wording. ”I mean, just how many Spirits have you fused with today alone? I've fused with three since I met these guys, and two of those were in the Spirit Chamber itself.”

It was about this time that Celica finally woke up. She didn't have too much that needed healing, it seemed the worst she got was the damage to her machine had caused some sort of backflow of nasty fumes that filled the cockpit and had knocked her out. Sitting up, she rubbed her head, and slowly blinked her eyes open to look around at this, incredibly odd group that had come to her rescue. Though of course, her first realization was that she was no longer in her Skell, and in fact, she had no idea where she was at all! Though still a bit lightheaded from inhaling too much mechanical fumes and likely even smoke as well, all she could manage was a short "Are you... the extraction team..?"

”You could say that yeah.” Blazermate said, being the one to look over Celica as the group medic. Well, seeing as they were taking this one with them, might as well not deal with that whole Galeeming thing, plus it’d get her healed up way faster and on her feet. So with a slight flourish, Blazermate pulled out and threw a close range friend heart at Celica.

”We’re your guardian freakin’ angels, sweetheart.” Juri crowed ‘sweetly’.

”We’ve got one, and I think I fused with one at some point. I mean, thats where the holy bright powers come from right?” Blazermate said, throwing a divine star and having it return to her.

”Don’t gotta lotta robo-brains rattling around in that tin head of yours, do ya?” Juri said.

Zenkichi rolled his eyes at the banter and addressed Celica directly. ”Take a minute to sort everything out in your head. I remember when they first took me out of it, at swordpoint no less. The good news is, you're safe with us. The bad news is…well, just about everything else. Welcome to what we call the World of Light.” He gave the pilot a small, sad smile and gestured around. ”We have a ship we can take you and your mech to for repairs as well.” He added, pointing to Celica's badly-damaged Skell that had been set aside in a somewhat safe position thanks to Sectonia's Antlers.

Celica got a little defensive at the motion made toward her, but then there was only silence. A lot was going on in that head of hers... a lot of gears turning that may as well have been covered in a fine layer of dust at this point. She hadn't thought about things in what felt like a long time. She remembered where she came from... NLA, and more importantly, the planet it was on, Mira. This was... definitely not Mira. The place somewhat resembled Oblivia... but so many things were off. And as her memories started to come back to her, all the things that had happened, the very sudden realization that NLA might not even exist anymore struck her, as with a sudden gasp she sat up straight, trying to force herself to stand.

"Have... have you seen a large creature, nearly as large as my machine? He has, leathery, brownish, tannish skin and fur, metal cuffs on his wrists... he is very imposing but absolutely no threat, his name is Rock, and, and..." Her head was already hurting from the sudden rush of memories, forcing herself up and speaking so quickly, and it was a wonder she didn't knock herself out in her panic.

”Not much point of worrying about them” Edward told her cynically, before explaining that ”You saw those soldiers who kept coming back to life, but with no memories of what killed them the first time? We’re all like that, in the end, it just takes a bit longer most of the time. So this ‘Rock’ you remember isn’t in any real danger, because if they die, they’ll be back soon enough”

”So they could be wandering anywhere. Like, anywhere. You won't believe where we found Sectonia here. Someone as pretty as her was in the middle of some zombie land! She is like, the furthest thing from a zombie! So yeah, we’re going all around the world doing things. Maybe you’ll find them while saving the world and fixing that whole cycle thing?” Blazermate said, being way too optimistic but definitely offsetting Edward’s cynics.

”We have a couple people looking for people, so you wouldn’t be the first. And as we gain more dominion over the world, we get much stronger. If you're looking for that, we have people like that as well” Sectonia said, getting back from directing her Antlers.

Juri decided to pile on. ”Big guy, leathery brown…” She tapped her gun against her chin as if in thought. ”Ooh, my bad. I mighta turned him into shoes.” She lied, of course.

Zenkichi sighed, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand. ”Jeeze, guys, give her a little room to think.” He butt in, gesturing back to Celica. ”This is hard enough as it is.”

Celica had to take a long, deep breath, reaching up to rub her head, shaking it a bit. "Yes, this is, a lot to take in... I'm going to need time to think through everything. At least what you have told me so far." She looked around for a moment, adding "You said you have a ship? How are we getting there? Surely you don't intend on carrying my Skell the whole way there... wherever it is..." There sure was a lot of nothing around, and she hadn't been awake for the whole portal thing.

”This magic will get us there” Edward replied simply, flicking a hand out and helpfully filling her in on what she had missed, before closing it again, and adding that ”and other magic will get the salvage there”

With that said, he pushed himself up, and began to set up various armory recall rituals, magic circles forming on the ground beneath both the Skell and the various items acquired from the spirits. A loading bar like ring on these circles then began to fill, though the sheer size of the Skell ment that its recall would be taking a bit longer than the gear.

While Edward worked on that, Zenkichi pulled out the NC soldier spirits he'd gathered after the giant fight, crushing the bunch of them.



At the tail end of this, Edward approached and offered him his own supply to also be crushed while using the symbol of avarice (as it would not fit on his currently oversized head). Zenkichi, of course, obliged.



With all the materials handled, and stashed in the armory, all that there was left to do was head on out, and so with a ”Follow me” and a wave over his shoulder, Edward stepped through a portal, and began the hopping traversal back towards Hammerhead. With so many people, it would be slower than the trip over with only two due to coordination issues. With his body feeling weaker and weaker by the moment, this was both blessing and curse for the Dreadnaught, as it was a pace he could both manage, and yet also one that was drawing out how long he would have to endure his condition.

But endure he must.
Food Processing II

Level 7 Roland (29/70) & Level 10 Therion (285/100)
Word Count:4932 ( +5)


The group continued down the hall until they reached the threshold of a very large, rectangular, two-story room, given an appropriately menacing appearance by the baleful red glow of burning braziers. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all metal, dirty and rusted, with similar support struts that featured large, inward-facing spikes. Its floorspace was dominated by heavy machinery that ran in a circuit around a suspended track, from which fearsome hook-tipped chains dangled. Right away the newcomers could see a handful of humanoid figures suspended from the hooks via their manacles, all being slowly brought around the track like factory items on a conveyor belt. There were also cages full of bugsnax situated around the room, all clamoring in anticipation as they waited for a hapless captive to come along so they could try and cram themselves inside.

With a handful of cultists stationed atop the central catwalk for oversight, the whole thing was a nightmarish assembly line of ritualistic sacrifice, horrifically automated for maximum output. All of the captives the Seekers could see were at least halfway gone already, and as they watched, a Cinnasnail put one poor soul past the total snackification threshold, converting him completely into a writhing mass of bugsnax. That left just two captives still salvageable: Dr. Blackwell, and Wambus Troubleham, a fuzzy blue Grumpus in a straw hat.

No stranger to horror and sacrifice, Vergil forced himself to focus on the factory’s hub, a bulky device the size of a truck that loosely resembled a furnace. “That looks important,” he muttered, pointing it out. If the Seekers took that out, they could very well shut down the whole facility.

Burnice, meanwhile, was looking at the cultists above it–specifically, the weapon one hefted on its shoulder. “Hey, that’s Lucy’s bat!” she exclaimed, her surprise quickly turning to anger. Without a second’s hesitation she dashed out into the open. “What’ve you freaks done with Lucy!?” she yelled.

Her shout took the cultists by surprise, but they quickly mobilized. Three of them turned toward a Ficsit gun cache, popped it open, and grabbed the weapons from inside. One retrieved the Plague Pistol, a reliable handgun capable of rapid-firing toxic globules. Another received the HC Hurricane, a magical tommy gun loaded with Destruction I spell bullets, whose near-total lack of recoil would enable a very mobile fighting style. Finally, the third got an electric shotgun that could hit like a truck if not for its immense spread. As the three readied their weapons, the cultist with Lucy’s bat began to whack Noodlers toward the newcomers as living artillery, their boiling-hot contents ready for an explosive impact.

Therion managed not to facepalm at Burnice almost immediately drawing the cultists' attention. What's done was done, and from the awful situation in front of them a fight was going to be unavoidable anyway. Still would have been nice to start off with the element of surprise, though.

He whipped a hand out, summoning and throwing a pair of blades from the glyph on his arm to intercept the first of the noodlers sent their way, shattering the bugsnax midair. "Here we go." He wasn't a strategist or tactician and he didn't play at being one by giving out orders, but it seemed like their next moves were more or less clear: take out the cultists, take out the boiler Vergil pointed out, and get those people down from their hooks before they could be snackified. Though the last seemed the most pressing, Therion himself didn't have a way to get them free without getting closer, or stopping the track and making them into even more sitting ducks than they already were. So instead the thief's other arm was flung forward, and from it his Chain Hook wrapped around the leg of one of the cultists to drag them off of the catwalk while Therion himself darted forward, beneath the upper levels where those with the high ground would have a harder time targeting him until he made his next move.

Therion’s hook managed to snatch the cultist with the plague pistol and yank it down. It hit a machine on the way down, which dislodged its grip enough so that when it hit the ground, the plague pistol got jolted from its grasp and tumbled a couple feet away. It also lost its pointed hood, revealing its head: a Pinkle, connected to the body via its four pickle legs tucked within its jarlike shell. With a squeak, the cultist cast a fireball at Therion, then went for its gun.

The dissonance between how small and cute the bugsnax looked and how sinister they actually were was jarring, but not so much that it stopped Therion from acting. Having already encountered the spell casting of the cultists earlier, he expected something like the fireball that came at him. He once more raised one of his arms, this time countering with his own fire spell, and the flames clashed together and burst. Through the fluttering embers left over Therion dashed toward the Pinkle-headed cultist, intent on getting inside of the range of its magic. At this distance Therion wouldn't lose in a race to the fallen weapon either, and as he came up on the cultist he intercepted it with a knife to the wrist (or whatever food equivalent there was) which he dragged up its arm until it jerked away. He took the opportunity to scoop up the pistol himself then, sweeping it up and squeezing the trigger like he'd seen plenty of others do already. High-velocity poison pellets shattered the glass of the cultist's jarhead soon after, leaving it to stumble around blindly as the toxins did their work.

“Don’t worry Dr. Blackwell, we’ll get you out!” Vergil ducked down behind cover as the cultist shotgunner fired. At this range its weapon’s spread meant it couldn’t possibly land a hit, but all the electric buckshot in the air was quite intimidating. Vergil dispensed a stick of dynamite into his hand, already lit, then hurled it at an unoccupied section of the assembly line ahead of Blackwell. A blue explosion went off, destroying part of the track. While the captives kept moving, they wouldn’t be able to progress beyond that point at least.

In retaliation, the cultist batter aimed its next Noodler at Vergil. He did not notice the incoming bugsnax in time, so when the Noodler detonated a mere foot or two away, the scalding broth caused the gleaming engineer to aggro to the batter. His next dynamite would be aimed right at the factory furnace, well before the captives were safe. At the same time, the survivor and Burnice were approaching the cultists, one much more carefully than the other. In fact, Burnice was charging forward to intercept the shotgunner, flamethrowers at the ready.

Roland meanwhile was going right for the cultist with the Hurricane machine gun. While normally super dangerous for others, for Roland the low caliber rapid fire gun, even if it fired magical bullets, was something Roland could deflect with ease with his katana allowing him to close the distance on the cultist and deliver a slash at him. He’d need an attack with more potency to get past Roland’s ranged deflection abilities… Or a partner.

Although he didn’t have much time to play with his target as the people they had rescued were making a huge mess of things, not waiting before they were starting to blow up this machine! So to speed things up, Roland donned the EGO of Frost Splinter, and with it turning the room into a frozen throne room temporarily as he unleashed two blasts of freezing air at all the cultists and the machine itself, attempting to not only freeze the machine, but also the cultists with the power of the Snow Queen. He then made his way over to help rescue those on the conveyor belt, those that survived the EGO being slowed anyway by the freezing cold.

"Drop them down!" he called up to Roland. Then Therion could take it from there, drag them behind cover before cracking open their manacles. A single story fall was sure to be preferable, and much less lethal for the captives, than dangling and at risk of being caught in crossfire - or engulfed in what might become an imminent explosion.

After a moment or two, the frozen gunner thawed out, then returned its focus to Roland with a fury that suggested that the Fixer would be sorry for turning his back rather than finishing it off. From the slash wound in its chest, a Puffy Snakpod wriggled out like a bag worm, which the cultist took hold of and threw in Therion’s direction. The thief saw the worm coming and conjured another set of knives to stop its trajectory, but on impact it exploded like a frag grenade, sending puffed rice cracker shrapnel flying like bullets raining down on him. Then the cultist reloaded and opened fire with its Hurricane again, not particularly caring if it happened to shoot whoever Roland would be rescuing.

At the same time, Burnice closed most of the distance to the iced-up shotgunner. Once it got its full faculties back, it blasted away at her as fast as it could, filling the factory with resounding thunderclaps at regular intervals. Now dangerously close, Burnice waited for one electric scattershot before rushing her target. “Yaaaaaaaaaaaagh!” Reloading just in time, the cultist unleashed a point-blank blast, only for the biker to dash straight through it in a perfect dodge. “Ha–ha!” With her grips on her flamethrowers reversed, Burnice wielded them like tonfas to wallop the cultist left and right. “Take this! And that! And this!” She finished with a kick that smacked her foe against the wall behind it. As it stumbled, she ignited her pilot lights, a grin spreading across her face. “Let’s fire it up!~”

FWOOOOSH! A two-pronged torrent of flame inundated the cultist, plastering it against the wall as it burned until nothing was left but ash. Burnice twirled her flamethrower with a laugh. “Brighter than fireworks!”

Roland was hacking away at the binds that held Dr. Blackwell to the machine with his sword. While there was chaos going around him while he was doing it, after getting hit by a shot from the hurricane, he quickly turned around and began to deflect the rest of the shots with his sword before swapping to his lance to dash up to strike at the cultist with a thrust. It sank a few inches into his target’s torso, but with only more snax instead of vital points, the cultist continued to back up while firing.

Roland, getting annoyed with this thing after getting shot again, decided that he was done with him and followed up his lance strike with a Furioso on the cultist, ripping the snax apart with a barrage of attacks from his many weapons. Once it was taken care of, he scooped up his gun and stored it in his gloves before he went back to freeing the hostages and managed to get Dr. Blackwell down from the track.

Elsewhere, though, things weren’t looking so bright. Once the batter unfroze, it aimed a Noodler at Therion, then shrank back from the survivor’s suppressive fire. She ducked down to reload her sawed-off with new shells. The sound of footsteps made her look up, but she didn’t see anything, so she quickly resumed her task. Only then did invisible claws rake across her spine, eliciting an agonized howl before the unseen Wendigo silenced her for good. Not so far off, Vergil flinched away from the horrific sound and sight. “God, no!”

The shouting drew Therion's attention from the captives and their captors, and when he spotted only the woman's collapsed form and no assailant readily in sight he quickly assumed that the 'rare invisible monster' Roland had warned them about had decided to show up. Because of course it had, invited by the mention and their general bad luck, not to mention the amount of noise they were making and now the smell of food cooking.

Therion let out a short, aggressive sigh. He was covered in hard rice fragments and now hot soup, more than ready to be done with this place, and now about to take on an unknown monster. An invisible skulker couldn't be left alone in a chaotic fire fight like this after all.

He shifted into his beast form, leaping high up onto the catwalk to get a better look at the situation as swiftly as possible and prevent any other sneak attacks. Around the fallen survivor he saw them, and smelled them too, the iron-like scent of the spray of blood and the soggy red footprints cutting through everything else. His feline gaze tracked the steps and with his claws extended he jumped, letting out a paralyzing roar as he landed, hoping he was close enough to the thing's location that it would take effect.

His paralyzing soundwave revealed the Wendigo in an instant, every inch of its gaunt, inhuman, and surprisingly large form revealed in its gruesome glory, accompanied by a frightfully sudden noise. The red eyes that blazed within its horned skull turned Therion’s way, but its body spasmed in place, momentarily disabled.

Though dismayed by the awful sounds behind her, Burnice now had a relatively clear shot to several targets. Rather than rush down the cultist batter, though, the biker went for the second captive. She scooped up the fallen shotgun, climbed up a set of metal stairs, and sprinted along the catwalk after Wambus. “Hold tight, I gotcha!” Unfortunately, she slowed down as she came up alongside him, not sure how she’d free the blue grumpus from his binds before the track brought him to the next snak cage. Then an idea struck her, and after dodging a Noodler mortar she simply ran ahead to torch said cage with all the snax inside. “Die, gross bugs! Dieeeeeeeee!”

Of course, that left Wambus headed toward a raging inferno that was quickly beginning spread. “Help! Heeeeelp!” he hollered, galvanizing Burnice into action. She extended the tesla shotgun over the rail until the chain with Wambus passed by, then fired it point-blank to blow through the chain and drop Wambus to the ground. Of course, the recoil sent the gun flying from her hands and knocked her over, at which point a Noodler struck her head-on to add insult to injury.

Roland saw that everyone else was having a bit of trouble with these guys and their guns, and decided to use his other EGO, Wrist Cutter. Donning a bloody tattered white lab coat, Roland raised his hand and a torrent of corrupted blood flooded the area as the area temporarily changed being inside a flesh bathtub looking upon the battlefield. Thankfully Roland could control who was affected by the attack and only damaged the cultists with it, gripping them with despair as the blood washed over them removing all their buffs if they had any and dealing some damage. It staggered the two remaining cultists, giving Burnice a chance to get up and close the distance to the batter, but it wasn’t enough damage to put the wendigo down.

Which was where Therion hoped to come in. Taking full advantage of the paralysis he'd inflicted, the man -well, the giant cat at the moment- lashed out at the revealed creature with claws and specialized blade he pulled from the custom sheathe with his maw. With no idea whether the Wendigo would be able to render itself unseen again as soon as it was free, Therion inflicted his Armor Corrosive on the thing as he slashed. Luckily, the wendigo did not disappear once its paralysis wore off, but even with its defense down and a few significant wounds, the monster was no less vicious. It reared up with a double claw slash which Therion saw coming, but then it suddenly lunged at him to sink its grisly teeth into his bones. Its mouth caught Therion's shoulder and the two beasts became a tangled mess of sharpened claws and fangs.

Before Burnice could reach the target of her aggression, Vergil recovered from his terror enough to put his explosives to work. Leaving the wendigo in Therion’s hands (paws), he hurled a dynamite stick at the cultist batter. It arced through the air and fell at the last cultist’s feet. By the time it looked down at the blinking charge, it was too late to throw itself to safety. Another mighty electric blue explosion went off, its cacophonic report resounding off the walls, and the wielder of Lucy’s bat was nothing more than smithereens. Of course, the same blast also destroyed the sacrifactory’s machine hub, kickstarting a violent chain reaction that would escalate out of control in no time flat.

Burnice skidded to a halt just shy of the blast radius. “Whoa-oa-oa!” She managed to stop herself tipping over, then hurriedly backpedaled away from the haywire machinery. With the damage done by Vergil plus the inferno she’d started, it was high time that the heroes hightailed it. “We gotta get the heck outta here!” She leaped down from the catwalk just before it buckled beneath her, then stowed her flamethrowers as she ran to the side of Wambus to help him up. More cultists had arrived, drawn by the commotion, but they were in a panic. Some fled, some charged in to fruitlessly combat the destruction, and some fell apart on the spot–evidently, these bugsnax weren’t as united a hivemind as one might think. As she and Wambus made for the exit, Vergil coaxed Roland and Dr. Blackwell his way. “Which way do we go!?” he questioned the Fixer frantically.

Having moved to grab another bugsnax cultist’s book, Roland calmly pointed at the way to go, knowing that panicking during a base going up in flames would only cause more problems than it’d solve. ”Ok everyone, this way!” He said, raising his voice over the destruction going on behind him. He was going to bring everyone the way that him and Therion had come, with the area being mostly cleared out at this point.

With the explosions going off around the area and the rest of the group headed for the door, Therion wanted to join them as soon as possible. Unfortunately he was still tangling with the wendigo, and he'd have to make sure to put it down rather than just ditch it so that it couldn't impede their escape before the whole building went up in flames. With a great push of his back legs against the creature, hooked claws extended to rake against it as he moved, Therion extracted himself from the melee entanglement with it and landed on his four paws a few feet away to reposition. Rather than waste the few precious seconds transforming back he remained in his beast form. His tail flicked behind him, agitated, and his fur bristled with light as his Battle Boost consumed him. The aura shifted from white to gold as Therion pounced, digging his nails into the wendigo and forcing it to land hard on its back. It was not defenseless while supine and raised its arms to retaliate, but at that point Therion's swiftness, and his momentary power boost, let him follow up with the double sided blade still gripped in his mouth. He slashed viciously at the demon and continued even when he felt its own claws scrape against the scales of his beast form's armor.

His well-aimed cleaves, cruelly delivered, sufficed to sever the nightmarish ghoul’s exposed neck from its shoulders. Its body writhed as its horned skull rolled to a stop, that baleful glow still alight in its eyes, but after a tense moment it faded and the twisted bones began to disintegrate.

With the wendigo dead, and hopefully no more where it came from, the thief could race after the others. There was no time to pay the deceased any final respects, only enough to snatch her spirit and sawed-off shotgun if the Seekers were so inclined. Between it, the Plague Pistol, the HC Hurricane, there was a bevy of guns worth collecting, if only this place wasn’t burning down. Roland and Therion led Vergil and the other captives back through the route by which they entered, with Burnice bringing up the rear. The biker girl torched everything she could point her flamethrowers at, ensuring that this wretched refinery -and the parasitic vermin within it- would never harm another soul.

The rest of the facility passed by in a blur, with only flickering lights to lead the escapees away from the roaring inferno behind them, until finally the light of day glittered at the end of a hallway. Before them stood the loading bay through which the Seekers entered, and now that they’d seen what they saw, the random vehicles scattered around it made a lot more sense. Rather than rush out the door, Burnice made for her bike, which lay toppled where the cultists left it. After righting it, her eyes lingered for a moment on the other bike beside it. “Lucy…” She shook her head. “She wasn’t, like…in there. Just her bat.” She balled her fists and climbed on her bike. “I bet she shook them off and made her own way out! Yeah, I’m totally sure of it! Whenever we Sons of Calydon get separated, they always turn up again somewhere!” With a determined smile on her face, Burnice revved her bike. “Hear that, Lucy? I’ll see ya soon!”

Since the doors had been broken open earlier, there would be nothing stopping others from collecting (or stealing) their vehicles and making it out of there as well. Therion didn't wait to see who else took that time. He made right for the exit and only once outside did he retake his human form, shifting back to normal in a muted burst of light. He pressed a hand to his neck and stretched it, rolling his shoulders. The wounds he'd taken in his beast form remained on the equivalent human body parts, but it was nothing some spirit absorbing with his wraith blade wouldn't fix- ...right, they turned into books instead. Therion dropped one such book onto the dusty ground and unceremoniously stabbed through it with the summoned sword just to see if it would still revitalize him a little, and luckily it did.

He looked back at the building that was soon to be up in a blaze, and Burnice as her motorcycle came out of the door. He'd heard what she said inside, and though he figured if her friend wasn't with the other captives in the cell or on the conveyor, it was more likely she'd might have been... well, no use thinking about that now. You couldn't save everyone, and the fact they'd come out of there with a handful of rescues was good enough.

"Good luck finding her," he told the girl, though if she could hear him over her bike's engine was another thing.

Leaning to Therion, Roland whispered. ”I got a feeling her friend got turned into one of those cultists…” knowing full well what happened with these cults. He'd put Therion's own thoughts to words, but the thief didn't agree aloud. He then moved to get into a position to talk with the others. ”So, you are all free and rescued. I have a question before you all leave though… Well, her” Roland said, pointing a thumb at the girl riding out of the building on her bike ” besides the point… Do you guys know of anything crazy going on here besides people being turned into snax or anything crazy about the nearby area?”

Burnice paused as if making sure she heard him right over her engine, then shook her head. “We just got to Scorched Gorge early for a picnic with our friends. Saw a couple trucks rolling in and came over to check it out.” She still sounded a little shell-shocked, but at least she wasn’t singing. Spotting a familiar semitruck down the road, she revved her bike again and sped off on her way. Vergil, Blackwell, and Wambus looked like they might need help, though, since the leftover vehicles seemed beyond them.

However, the pickup truck Roland and Therion had come in definitely wouldn't be able to fit an extra three people in the cab. Maybe they could ride in the bed with the weapons cases, assuming the drive back would be as easy as the drive here in the first place.

Therion looked at Roland first, plainly stating his intentions. "The only crazy thing I want to get up to is a crazy good nap. Let's just get Ms. Fortune and head back."

It was still too early to turn in for the night, but as Therion hadn't expected or wanted to run into this much trouble when he'd decided to tag along, he wasn't about to let Roland drag them into something else so soon. Then Therion looked at the people they'd saved, standing awkwardly like they didn't want to ask for more help than they'd already received.

"See if you can fit in the back, we're headed to a town called Hammerhead," He said to them and hooked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the truck. Since he didn't expect Roland to disagree, he just offered them the lift. "Or we could drop you off somewhere on the way," he added, eyeing the huge truck Burnice had headed towards. They'd be passing by that monster once they hit the road anyway.

”Yeah, should be fine. Everyone hop in.” Roland said, a bit sad that this was just a cult hangout and not anything more significant. He did learn though; Don’t eat food looking objects that are alive. Turn them into books first, that makes them safe to eat.

Once everyone got into the truck and started to head out, Roland said to Therion, Roland said. [color=d7d7d]”So… I guess the information we got from that place was… Don’t eat food items with eyes. Kinda good for me, because as weird as it sounds, some of those bug things kinda looked tasty.”[/color] Roland sighed, relaxing a bit. ”You want a nap, I’m in the mood for a sandwich.”

Blazermate

Sectonia

Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 2 level up) - (114/130)
Level 12 Sectonia (holding 4 level up) (95/120)

Location: Hammerhead
Word Count: less than 750.


While being both skyborn and away from most of the fighting kept her off the list of priority targets, it didn't keep her free from targeting at all. Granted there were only two groups that gave her any attention... One being some skinny man trying to hit her with a small baseball but having great difficulty hitting a flying target with such a slow projectile. The other however was of a much bigger threat, a gunship manned by a crazy man Sectonia had seen before... This world of light was confusing and she'd really need to mull over what this meant as he was not only bombing those below, but once he saw sight of the queen, started to open fire upon her as well.

Well, there was a reason she was staying out of the main fighting below, she knew how much gunfire hurt. So she used her Chaos Shield first chance she got and took on this threat right away. Of course this stopped her sword rain and minion summons on the battlefield below, but this wouldn't take too long. Something she had learned is that most machines made to fly weren't that durable nor could challenge her mobility in the air. And since she saw this thing as a threat, more because it threatened her ability to leisurely throw chaos at the ground below, she moved in to intercept it.

Tanking the oncoming machine gun fire with her Chaos shield, she focused to make a rain of swords around the gunship itself to limit its mobility and speed so her followup attack could land. Of course it didn't stop the ship from shooting her, but her followup would as she began to rapidly blink around the ship to confuse it, before appearing behind it as it swerved to dodge a sword to strike it with lightning and a death pulse. While the lightning did some instant damage, once the Wasp and its pilot saw where Sectonia had appeared, they made distance outrunning the homing death pulse.

It would spin around to shoot Sectonia again, at which point she followed through with the rest of her plan in blocking a couple shots with her swords and shield before blinking again. But this time blinking below the ship and before it could escape this time, hitting it with a Reaper's Scythe to keep it in place as she stabbed at it from below and allowing the death pulse from earlier to hit the ship. With a swing from the reaper made of the death of the battlefield below, the ship exploded and the medic pilot gave a long scream as he fell from the sky and landed on the ground in a... well only ash and his spirit remained before he soon respawned.

Blazermate meanwhile had been doing her job and healing Zenkichi and the newcomer, but she was kinda ready to make a big play herself. "Hey, if I put up a shield, can you guys go and grab a crate and run so we can get something done instead of being stuck in this eternal fight? I can give an uber if you want as well." She then activated her projectile shield to give Zenkichi and Celcia cover so that they could move to grab some loot.

She still had a lot of other abilities she could use as well, but they would have to be used when she saw someone to use them on.
Roland

Level 7 Roland (21/70) - (Holding 1 level up)

Location: Hammerhead > Refinery
Word Count: less than 750


Infiltrating lower into the complex wasn't too bad for the pair with both of them being the stealthy members of the seekers. While Therion relied on traditional stealth methods, Roland just walked past the cultists not bringing much attention to them; his mask letting him blend into the crowd of the bugsnax cultists. Although this didn't work in less crowded areas, within the main complex this worked pretty well for the most part.

Speaking of the main complex, as the pair got into the main area, they found something horrifying. A ritualistic site with what looked like a force feeding machine as the central focus was sitting in the middle of the main room. Cultists were loading living bug looking snack food into a hopper preparing for a new convert to the cult, a forceful one. Once the hopper was filled, a nondescript humanoid was escorted out and placed into the machine, before being force fed bugsnax as the cultists made a ritualistic chant as the person was slowly converted to whatever the cultists were.

"Not the first time I've seen this. At least he didn't get turned into a gear." Roland said, seemingly in his element. Yeah this sucked to watch, but thats cults in a nutshell. While he could hide himself from the cultists, there was something he couldn't hide from. Invisible creatures were stalking around the area. Things that Roland didn't see until they crept up on him as he kept scouting the area, deciding to look for more information about what was here besides the bug cultists.

These creatures, Wendigo, seemed to completely ignore the cultists. They weren't security for them, it was more they just ignored them and the cultists ignored them. Instead, they were attracted to Roland for some reason, his perception mask only slightly working on them as they seemed to be lured to him by a sense of smell. While they didn't know who Roland was himself, they were only interested in what he was made of, not snax. Thus Roland found himself in a fight with one of these guards.

The wendigo were strong, but simple creatures. They could only attack by rushing at Roland or swiping their claws at him in a bestial manner. What made them annoying was, besides their footprints of blood, they were completely invisible even while attacking. This made them really difficult to predict at first. While things like this did exist in the City, they were pretty rare. Being unable to see the first attack headed his way, Roland got knocked into a wall at first being blindsided by the wendigo. Aware that there was an enemy around now, he pulled out his lance and thrust at where the blood footprints were, but heard his weapon get deflected by the powerful claws of the creature.

Jumping back to get some space, he then fired his new shotgun at the creature not only damaging it, but figuring out its 'weakness', that it was visible when taking damage for a short time. Seeing this, he followed up his shotgun blast with a swing from his demonic fire axe, setting the wendigo on fire and keeping it visible for his next few attacks. At this point he gained emotion level 2, and with it, gained Scars reducing or outright nullifying the damage of attacks on occasion with a woman's voice saying "It takes a strong will and courage to cut your own wrist.".

The wendigo retaliated, attacking Roland with its claws, however he countered it with his axe before swapping to his katana to dice up the creature. While strong, its attacks were simple and Roland had to just keep moving to duck in and out of its attack range. After a few more clashes with Roland's hammer and two hander, the latter finishing off the Wendigo after it had managed to overpower Roland's hammer, Roland gained emotion level 3, gaining Guilt, a young woman's voice saying "Dear, you seem to be quite… unnerved, aren’t you?" as well as the EGO Frost Splinter and a book of the Wendigo.

Now that things were starting to heat up, hopefully he'd find something useful down here. Looking over the burger he had just gotten, Roland remembered what the book had told him about the item and decided to give it a shot. While it was pretty ok, he felt his health restore itself almost like magic and after a quick look over to make sure he wasn't turning into a bugsnax, he continued onwards. Therion had apparently split from him, taking his own path instead.
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