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Edward Portsmith: Level 6 (16 cells) //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (108/60)
Location Frozen highlands - The Midnight Walk


Edward had a fair bit of trudging to do between his faked death and getting clear of detection, which was especially rotten due to the cold. He soldiered through regardless, and then, once he dismissed the enchantments and inferno hounds and left Whitey in the dark, burst into a run. The flames of Hestia burned around him as he did, giving him just a bit of heat that made it possible to unfurl his wings and take flight again in order to catch up with the stagecoach.

By the time he caught up with the rest of the party, he was cold and tired, and thus very happy to sequester himself away and pour over the blueprints Heismay had retrieved while leaving the driving to Sandalphon. The only brief exception to this secluded restfulness was to greet the strange fellow Tenna who’d joined them.

As such he was inactive for most of the peaceful ride through the hilly snowfield, and recovered enough stamina and warmth wise to step outside into the cold again in-order to observe the strange sight.

Not that the man hadn’t seen monkey-folk before, mind. The many worlds of the astral sea held many types of people. Nor was using darts as a weapon unheard of. But the things they were fighting were just out of this world from his perspective, with their perfectly smooth shells and featureless bodies. Then his brain dug up memories of a halfling jester (who were deceptively dangerous warriors armed with firework launchers) showing off something similar during a party.

Which just made things even stranger.

Still, he agreed with the assessment that the monkey defenders might be less than discerning with their defense, and so sought to check to see if this was the case.

First he sent a pair of inferno hounds he’d formed to go padding through the snow towards the monkey’s defenses at a leisurely pace, which got one thunked with a dart to the flank for their efforts.

”Well, that seems to confirm the danger” he observed. He’d also been observing the monkeys’ and machines’ general attack strategy, and noted that they seemed to have rather limited range. A few meters at most even. Which ment…”Perhaps we can simply go around them?”

That was his hypothesis anyway, one that a quick runabout with the inferno hounds seemed to confirm.

Thus, rather than risk the stagecoach or the triggering of the Reindrix’s galeeming wrath, he proposed they simply take the coach off-road for a little bit. If approved, man started using his two pairs of hounds to start digging/melting through the snow in order to form a route they could take around and outside of the range of the monkey’s defenses. The man himself also joined in, using the comically large spoon from the armory as a snow shovel when he wasn’t shooting it with his Smiting Bishop rifle in order to create patches of snow melting archfire.

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Edward Portsmith: Level 7 (18 cells) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (38/70)
Location the Midnight Walk
(ft. Heismay)


Edward had indeed spotted and reported back about the seeming stand of between two groups of hybridised creatures and their color coded for their convenience mobile headquarters. He’d wanted to keep observing their temperament before actually approaching however. The least thing they needed was to be dragged into a threeway conflict.

Them coming across a man who was retrieving some sort of sample of a sleeping wolf however offered the opportunity to ask questions without having to get past an army to the humans in charge first..

”I believe I shall stop us here so as to inquire as to the nature of the little standoff we’re coming up on. I have to say, the creature creation contraptions they are using look truly fascinating” Edward informed the riders of the stagecoach, as he slowed their progress and then stopped it.

”If anyone would care to take over, that would be appreciated” he requested as he dismounted and flexed his wings, before glancing back also added ”as would an escort”

He could provide a light one himself, calling the one unit of infernohounds to approach and act as a mobile heatsource if nothing else, but he was well aware that the others represented far more of a force than the ones he could conjure. Plus the company would be pleasant.

“I’ve never handled beasts before, but I would be glad to accompany you on another venture,” Heismay declared as he hopped down from the stagecoach. The deep snow off the beaten path was rather daunting for the diminutive eugief, but he soldiered through, light enough on his feet that he didn’t have to wade too deep.

Once the little party gathered up and approached the huntsman, Edward called out ”Hello there. You wouldn’t happen to be associated with either of the two armies of bests we’re approaching, would you?” alongside a friendly wave.

Having realized just how exposed he was on his little foray into no-man’s-land when the stagecoach first appeared, the hunter could do little but watch the strangers warily as they approached. When Edward hailed him, though, he cracked a cordial smile. “Hello, hello. I’m guessing you’re not with Whitey?” He looked over at the fortified encampment on the other side of the valley.”

Heismay shook his head. “No indeed. Mere passers-through, traversing the Midnight Walk.

The man let out a sigh of relief and allowed himself to relax. ”Glad to hear it. It’s good to see a friendly face out here. But yeah, to answer your question, I’m with Lucy’s crew back there. The name’s Rex Chance.” He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at the green army. “We’ve been camped out here, building up enough strength to overwhelm Whitey for a while now. Sadly, seems like that overgrown hooligan’s been doing the same. We’re both sitting on fifty units apiece, mostly level five, waiting for the other to make the first move.” He shrugged.

“A stalemate, then,” Heismay remarked. The hermit glanced at Edward. “No doubt both sides are looking for a way to turn the tide.”

”I can only imagine. Desperate for one even” Edward agreed, before adding more cautiously ”which might be a problem” because that meant they were a new factor someone was going to try and take advantage of, one way or the other. Best they get ahead of that, even if it wasn’t for their own advantage.

”You described your foe as a ‘hooligan’ yes? Not the most friendly of sorts I assume?” he asked Rex, offering him a chance to sell the situation to him so that they could come off as less mercenary than he was already planning to be when he got around to making a sales pitch for their aid.

Rex jumped at the chance. “Nah, he’s your stereotypical henchman: a big brute as dumb as he is ugly. Problem is, he’s on the take from Upton Julius, and if that megalomaniac gets his way Sigma Technology will bring the whole world to its knees. So Lucy and I, we’re working our way up the food chain.” He shrugged. “Wouldn’t say no to a helping hand, though. The world would be better off for it.”

At that, Heismay raised his eyebrows at Edward and crossed his wings. “Goodness. It seems that we must keep this ‘Sigma Technology’ out of the wrong hands.”

Edward somewhat doubted it would bring the world to its knees, given even just what he’d seen. Rex’s world maybe, but odds are Galeem had popped them here in this region and they’d not seen much further beyond it (which the lack of any magical beasts among the mix and match critters seemed to confirm, given those could be found just beyond the zoo).

Still, no need to let Rex know that. Well. Maybe the latter might be of use for a little bartering.

”Oh I agree entierly” he instead said, before inquiring ”I heard you have some sort of limiter on your force counts earlier? What might that be? Perhaps we can help increase it? Or getting you creations above this ‘tier 5’ that you mentioned” as a prelude to simply offering to add his own forces to theirs.

“Uh…” Rex scratched his head. “I’m not the expert here, but I feel like if that could happen, Lucy would’ve figured out how to do it already.” He crossed his arms as he looked over, intrigued, at the parked stagecoach. Specifically, the Reindrix catching their breath in front of it. “What are those things? Never seen deer like those before.”

Edward suppressed a smile at how smoothly this was going ”Reindrix” he answered shortly, before explaining that they ”Part of a set of creatures known as ‘Pals’ who have magical properties. See aura on their antlers? Frigid cold, and that’s only the physical aspects, as they can conjure icy projectiles as well”

”There’s a world of creatures out there beyond the mundane wolf you have there. Add them to your mixes, and I expect you can push beyond your current power level” he then said, gesturing at the man’s capture, before adding that ”It would surely be a better idea for you to get your hands on samples of it before this Julius figures out he can go further afield to find them, if he doesn't have his ‘henchmen’ on it already.”

Though clearly interested in the new possibilities that such creatures could offer to his army, Rex was well aware of just how bad things could get if Julius and his cronies got his hands on them first. He looked past the newcomers as Whitey’s henchmen were already on there way over. “Yeah, I probably ought to, huh?” He put on a smile as he crossed his arms. “I’m no fool, though. What do you want in return? Coal? Electricity?”

”Well I have to say I’d be interested in taking a look at the tech you are using. Naturally I'll barter more than just barter one creature for that of course. If you already have your forces, then new samples aren't going to help you without the risk disbanding some of them brings” he pointed out, before gesturing to the inferno hounds keeping them warm, and offering ”so how about I lend you some of mine as well to uneven the odds?”

Rex stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Well…I’m on board, but Lucy always tells me I’m too reckless. We should probably ask her.” He turned to go, waving for his new acquaintances to follow him. “C’mon, this way. If the critters see you with me, they won’t attack.”

“Good to know.” Heismay moved to follow him, as did Edward and his escorting inferno hounds.

A few minutes later, the trio crested the bluff at the edge of the valley and reached Lucy’s base. It sported a variety of structures like lightning rods for power generation, a workshop for unit upgrades, and soundwave towers for defense. Of course, Heismay was most impressed by his up-close-and-personal view of the hybrid beasts. He could see a giant poison dart frog with the back half of a zebra, a camel with the head of an archerfish, a rhinoceros with a snail’s head, and komodo dragons with snowy owl wings, even if he couldn’t name all the various animals involved himself. Perhaps most astonishing were the lobsters as broad as the Seekers’ stagecoach, armed with enormous moose antlers. These beasts stared at the new arrivals, vigilant and restless, but with Rex around they did not show any aggression.

Before Rex, Heismay, and Edward reached the strange locomotive, a brunette in teal stepped out and headed their way. This, Heismay assumed, must be Lucy. When she greeted the newcomers, she spoke in a chipper English accent. “Afternoon, gentlemen. Lucy Willing. If you’ve made it here in one piece, I can only assume you’re friends. Or at the very least not involved in our little squabble.” It took her another moment to notice Heismay, which seemed to pique her interest. “My word…are you a product of Sigma Technology as well? A bat, mixed with a human? I thought that all of Upton’s human experiments had failed…”

“No, ma’am,” Heismay replied, his tone humorless and a bit pointed. “I am of the eugief tribe, born and raised. No technology made me.”

Lucy bobbed her head apologetically. “Ah, in that case, please forgive me.” She looked between the two Seekers. “What can I do for you then? I must warn you that time is short. Mr. Hooten could attack at any moment.”

”Fortunately, that is exactly why we are here” Edward replied, though, he had to admit, having seen the sheer size of some of the beasts, he was less confined his troops could turn the tide overmuch, at least in the numbers he could construct them.

”I was hoping to barter our aid in dealing with this foe of yours for a look at your fascinating technology? Controlling mighty creatures is something I am no stranger too, but this fusion of them together with what looks to be simply coal as power is very intresting” he said, doing his best to somewhat underplay how much this was all about power. Power for a higher purpose, naturally, but still, power none the less.

Speaking off, he had something that could act as a major force multiplier, and it was that which he now offered, extending a hand in which the power to burn and the power to sunder armor glowed ”If you have your creations accept my enchantments, it will give them an edge your foes lack. And that is before we add our martial prowess to your side, be it gun and blade or tooth, claw and eagle eyes.”

“Samples from your magical creatures, too!” Rex reminded them.

As Lucy waved Rex over so that the two could talk, Heismay approached to do the same. He kept his voice low, forcing Edward to stoop to his level to hear him. “I didn’t think we were going to help them fight? If this Whitey’s base and army are comparable to those of Miss Willing, we may be biting off more than we can chew. I don’t know if the others would spring for it, either.”

”Simply enough to turn the tide. If they are as evenly matched as they think, then tipping the scales in this side’s favor should be all they need to seize momentum and win the day. My golems can help the front, we weaken a flank where we can pull out whenever need, while their enchanted beasts do the bulk of the heavy lifting”

”Besides, it will take some time for me to analyze their devices, long enough that the others will be able to pass and be out of the conflict zone, I should think?” Edward replied. He had no interest in committing to the full conflict here, that was for certain, but given the concerns the pair had raised about misuse of this technology, he could not see a world where mere samples would be enough of a barter to get them access.

Heismay looked dubious. “I suppose I should head back and get the stagecoach moving, then.” He furrowed his brow. “Wait, shouldn’t we ask Sandalphon for approval first?”

At that point, though, Rex and Lucy had finished talking. The huntsman hung back as his lady friend approached to give her answer. “Ultimately, our goal is to prevent the proliferation of Sigma Technology. I mean no offense, but we cannot trust you with it even if you were to assist us against Whitey. That being the case, I would not expect any assistance from you, however appreciated it would be.”

The announcement didn’t seem to surprise Heismay. While things looked good at first glance, this Lucy had a level head on her shoulders. Unfortunately that meant that getting the Seekers’ hands on Sigma Technology wouldn’t be simple. He certainly didn’t want to attempt taking it by force, and despite his Archetype’s name, he was no master thief. The eugief looked up at Edward to gauge his reaction to the news.

Edward stood there for a moment frowning. His lips parted slightly as he paused on the cusp of trying to convince her that the technology was not so fearsome in the wild world she now lived in, before shrugging and saying that that was ”Unfortunate”

He wasn’t quite done bartering, offering/suggesting instead that ”I would still be willing to trade the samples for ‘Electricity’ however that might work? We do have some plant growing equipment that needs power."

Lucy seemed to brighten up. “That, I can do. Rex, if you’d be so good as to go collect samples, I can share the Lightning Rod blueprint with our friend here.”

Once the huntsman stepped forward, Heismay turned to lead him back toward the stagecoach and its draft pals. “Follow me.”

After a minute or so, Lucy returned with a rolled-up blueprint from within her lab, which she passed to Edward. “There you are. Despite appearances, it can be made with coal alone. One hundred and fifty fragments, or just fifteen units, to be precise. Simply apply the blueprint to the ground and it will create a lot. From there, a good hammering from any able-bodied fellow should be enough to construct it. Understood?”

”Yes, that is, well, remarkably simple" he said, mentally taking back the idea that he’d been asking for something considered mundane rather than something unique to the world these two were from. It also gave him an idea.

Just one for later.

”A pleasure doing business with you then, Miss Willing" he said, offering a hand to shake, and then saying ”good luck with your war, though I hope you can hold off on running it till we make our way through neutral territory?"

She nodded at him. “Of course. Can’t say the same for Whitey, though he seems about as hesitant to make the first move as we are. Mutually assured destruction is no good for anyone, after all. It will take us some time to produce a new unit using your Reindrix anyway.”

”Well, some argue it is good for peace, but I’ve seen enough places that have been wrong" Edward replied, not elaborating that he meant entire worlds when he said that, before saying ”We can only hope nothing prompts him to make a move before you have your edge."

Which meant he very much needed to get them through the battlelines before trying anything of his own.

Once everything was secure, Edward saddled up and prepared to get them moving again, though not before requesting Sandalphon hear him out on a plan. As Heismay had pointed out (and Edward had acknowledged/conceded after the bartering was done), he wasn’t in charge here, and he should make sure to act like it by running his new plan past the person who was.

Which first involved selling her on the benefit.

”A coal produced army or workforce, deployable anywhere with a bit of hammering, and, assuming we can acquire our own sample library, customisable to almost any situation. Not only that, but they aren’t affected by Galeem, which removes the liability they have" he would explain, pointing at the Reindrix for that last point. Handy though they were, they were not dependable in a fight given that if any of them got hurt, they would try and go after the culprit, rather than stick together and keep moving as he wanted them too.

”It’s an investment, certainly, but one that will let us secure future resources more easily. Especially if we can haggle Whitey into also trading some of his excess stock"

Sandalphon considered the proposal carefully, but from a pragmatic perspective. She could not deny that being able to field a large force so easily would have its advantages. Interfering with this conflict as an outsider was her biggest concern. As easy as it would be to assume that Rex and Lucy were in the right, Whitey could conceivably have painted as convincing a picture if he happened to meet the Seekers first, and for all she knew both sides could be keeping one another in check here by design. Either army could run roughshod over Snowdin, for instance. Still, even if Edward’s acquisition of the lightning rod blueprint was good enough on its own, the importance of the Seekers’ campaign was such that they couldn’t afford to turn down any opportunity.

“I approve of your plan under one condition. Do not attack Whitey’s forces. In essence, leave him no worse or better off than when you arrived. Let him hoist himself by his own petard.” She tilted her head as her pupils became inverted triangles. “Additionally, if he is as unintelligent and low on the ‘totem pole’ as your contacts suggested, you may be able to convince him that you’re here under the orders of Upton Julius. Otherwise, he may see you as an intruder and attack before you even reach his base.”

”We’ll have to pretend they have cracked human hybridization then" Edward noted, lightly readjusting his wings as he did so, but otherwise he was onboard with her variation of the plan. It had its merits after all.

Thus, after some rearrangement of his forces so that they could fit the bill, Edward marched his way towards Whitey’s base with Heismay along to add further credence to the illusion. He chose an approach where he could get to a good vantage point/stage as close to the man as possible without running into his forces first, and then put his oration classes at the academy to good use.

With lungs trained in public speaking and practiced in bellowing orders, he made himself known, two squads of inferno pounds stood just behind him, providing illumination as he spread his wings to cast a shadow across the camp. ”Whitey! Stand down your forces and let me through! Upton Julius sends his regards, and new breakthroughs to support to your warfront against these thorns in his side"

“Oi’m a little teapot, short and…huh!?” A huge, hairless, pale man in a parka had been in the middle of assembling a new anti-air tower, singing quietly to himself as he worked, when Edward made himself known. His platoons of mismatched beasts bristled as the strange man approached, but Whitey held off on an attack order. He didn’t recognize the man headed his way, but those silhouetted wings gave him pause, and the name of Upton Julius held weight. Brows furrowed, he strode toward the perimeter of his base, his amassed forces of aquatic monstrosities parting to admit him. “Wot? Julius ya say?” He yelled back across the snow, his voice exactly what one might picture when asked to think of a stereotypical, oafish British thug. When he stopped, he crossed his arms, a jellephant on either side of him as giant seagulls with electric eel tails flapped overhead. For now, though, none of the creatures attacked. “Oo’re you s’posed t’be then, uh?”

”Voraditius is who I am" Edward replied, picking the name of the commonwealth’s cult of the emperor on a whim. An absolute monster of a man as it turned out, who’d kept the goblin subjects of the region he ruled in virtual slavery before he had been slain. Just one of its many failings of the original commonwealth, but his name suited his purposes here well enough given the persona he was putting on, which he put to good use with another flex of his wings ”The more important question you should have been asking what I am, to which the answer is a scientific marvel."

For some people the act false bravado of the act might have also been an attempt to help resist the intimidation of the hulking monosities flanking Whitey, but Edward had stared down dragons across a negotiating table, and so he didn't even spare them more than a second glance.

“Uh…but I thought…” Whitey grimaced as he scratched his cheek. He stared at Heismay for a couple seconds, who raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, then turned his gaze back to Edward. “Nevermind. You said Julius sentcha? What for? I got my ‘ands busy with this lot ‘ere.” he waved a massive mitt at the valley that separated him from Lucy’s encampment.

”Why to expedite your victory of course. Here, first, this" he said, as he opened a hand which held the same two glowing enchantments, before boldly approaching the jellyfish elephant on one side, and pressing it into the beast’s forehead, causing tusks and tendrils to come alight with his burning and armor sundering enchantments.

”Now bring the rest so I may empower them as well, and while I am doing that, you will bring me supplies so I can set up my own base. There’s a self proclaimed Puppeteer of Death’ and her hordes of walking carcases that need dealing with, and we traveled here lightly and swiftly knowing you could provide"

Getting ordered around by the newcomer seemed to set off Whitey’s short temper. “Oi! I’m the boss around ‘ere. Where d’you fink you get off bossin’ me around?” His lips curled in a snarl, but after a moment he relented and let Edward off with a scoff. “Well, seein’ as you were just born yesterday or somefing, I’ll let it slide. Anyfin’ to get outta this bloody stalemate.” He turned to yell at his henchmen to fetch some coal for Edward, which they brought in buckets by the pair. Electricity could not be transported so easily, but as long as the tactician built nearby, he could draw on Whitey’s power grid.

As this went down Heismay remained silent, his expression stony as he watched the massive creatures around him fuss restlessly. Clearly they were itching for combat.

”See to the rest of our ‘setup’ would you? I have forty nine more creatures to enhance, and the hounds make for terrible coal transporters" Edward asked with a slight tone of condescension as part of the role he was playing, but with a glance of a look that enquired how much Heismay thought he’d be able to get out of the situation on his own now that they’d got a bit of a better picture of Whitey. Hopefully playing good official to his bad official would work wonders for opening the rest of the doors they needed for this plan to work out.

Unfortunately, the hermit possessed neither the experience nor the talent to be a skilled actor or diplomat. When Edward spoke to him, he instinctively gave a sour look, then glanced over at the coal buckets. He could only assume that his teammate meant for him to carry the coal back to the stagecoach, though his small stature and poor physical strength left him ill-suited to this task. It then occurred to him that the ‘setup’ must mean setting themselves up with Sigma Technology. He looked over at Whitey’s lab, then around at all the idle creatures. The prospect of waltzing around under the noses of all these huge, fearsome beasts made him nervous, but he would have to take refuge in audacity.

An idea occurred to him to pick up one bucket of coal to carry with him, lending more credence to the idea he was doing some sort of work. He strode around the base for a little while, steering clear of the hodgepodge monsters, then headed for the lab. Whitey happened to be in there in front of a computer screen with a bird’s-eye view of the area, tapping away as he issued various orders. For him, it seemed, there was no such thing as ‘too many’ soundwave towers. After watching for a moment, Heismay set down his coal bucket and went for the table laden with blueprints.

On the monitors, Edward could be seen doing his rounds with a very put upon looking henchmen acting as animal calmer. As he did so, the dark of the sunless highlands gradually became more and more bright as the beast's natural weapons were wreathed in gold and flame, looking from a distance like a growing stars.

At a certain point Whitey went outside to see the visually impressive upgrades for himself, more and more assured that victory would soon be his. On the way out he failed to notice Heismay hiding behind the table, and the moment the big boss left, Heismay scooped up all the blueprints he could carry before making a break for it. His little feet pitter-pattered across the snow with incredible speed, and any animal that looked his way quickly got left in the dust. Only once he released a safe distance did the eugief finally slow down and actually look at the schematics he’d obtained. Bramble, soundwave tower, research clinic, genetic amplifier, geothermal generator, water chamber…creature chamber! That sounded like what Edward needed. Heismay looked back toward Whitey’s base, then turned to proceed back toward the stagecoach. It would be up to Edward to escape unscathed.

Edward only became aware of this theft once the eugief got within sight of the stagecoach, but had intentionally structured his route among the beasts to have him circle further and future out from the core of the base. Once he spotted his speedy partner in crime, he made for a preplanned spot, a rocky cravass on the edge of Whitey‘s territory. There he ditched the henchman following him about while insisting that it would be faster for him to fly over.

He took wing, fading into the gloom, and then summoned his Reaver striker down below in that crevasse, from which it lunged up and grabbed him. He cried out in pain once, and then fell limp and silent as the beast flew out of there with his body hanging in its jaws.

He sent the two inferno hound packs running after him, then had them confidently run off from his path just before the striker timed out, hopefully leading any other pursuers astray while he made his way back to the stage coach in the dark. Upon arriving, he turned back, and with a snap, snuffed out the sea of stars he’d ignited in Whitey’s territory as disabled his enchantments, leaving both sides in the dark as to what had just happened.

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Location: Forbidden Kingdom - Shinjuku
Bowser Jr: Level 15 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(274/150)
Rika: Level 11 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(219/100)


Once Teevee caught his breath, he picked himself up and cleared the court, though he didn’t follow Malina inside. His color pattern regarded the disguised Koopa Kids and Clover’s parents with curious enthusiasm. “You two actually gonna give ‘em a shot? That water-type beast’s really tough, and their fusion was crazy, but I bet you’d make a great team!”

Before Taion could deflect, the little girl sitting on his shoulders flapped her arms excitedly. “Yeah, yeah! Mommy and daddy are the best team of all! They can beat anyone!”

“Well, I wouldn’ say that, necessarily…” Her father gave an exasperated laugh.

“Wot?” Eunie turned on him, her expression teasing. “You think we couldn’t give these little blighters a proper lickin’? After all we’ve been through, love, you still en’t confident we could win?”

Taion adjusted his glasses indignantly. “Well, of course we could, dear. All I’m saying is that pride comes before the fall...”

Her dad’s declaration seemed to fire Clover up. “Mommy, daddy, c’mon, I wanna see you win!” Her eyes got big and teary as she bent over Taion’s head to stare at him pleadingly. “Pleaaaase?”

Eunie attempted to do the same, making her own eyes as big as they could possibly get. Taion crumbled immediately, relenting with a sigh. “Very well, very well. If our new friends are game, of course.”

The two friends in question were in the middle of picking themselves up and dusting themselves down when the question came, prompting Jr (still wearing Undyne’s form) to glance at Rika (who was still a hopskin) and tilt his head in question. Post fusion he was now aware of his sister’s desire to help the new life that was Clover, but that was all they’d gotten through before the fusion had collapsed. Which left the question/discussion of how they were meant to help her unable to be coordinated.

Not that they were able to talk about it anyway, given they were in hearing distance of people who might take “your kid needs to go live in an airship that’s always on the run” the wrong way.

Which meant fusing again might be their best bet. And also holding it together this time.

”Sure, just let us heal up first” Jr replied after receiving a nod from Rika, after which he also asked ”So you guys know about fusion? It was just a rumor in the place we got the tapes from. We kinda only pulled it off the first time during a, uh, bad time out of luck I think, n’ that was only the second”

The two shared a knowing glance, with Eunie in particular looking especially smug. “Oh yeah, we’re well aware.”

“It’s not exactly unknown, but it requires a special kind of bond,” Taion explained as he put an affectionate hand on Eunie’s shoulder. She turned to lift Clover off her husband’s shoulders and gently set her down on the ground. “Clemence sells rewinds in the cafe, by the way.” He didn’t explain what those were or how to use them, expecting that skilled tape fighters would already know.

They did not. But that wasn’t going to stop Jr from matching back in, realizing he didn’t have a way to get to their money, and thus having to make a trip to the bathroom to avoid un-transforming. A quick change out of and then back into Undyne’s form got the prince his pokemon dufflebag on Undyne’s shoulder which he then fished around for the money to buy the rewinds.

Once he’d done that, he and Rika stared at their purchase for a few moments, and then Jr had to lean in and ask ”Uh, how do these work?” while poking the palm of one hand with the tape rewinder.

“Stick it into the tape reel and turn it back to the beginning,” Clemence supplied helpfully, a friendly smile on her face.

”Oh, so, uh, not a thing you can use while using it then? Um...” Jr replied, before Rika awkwardly slid one into the Hopskin’s pocket and also went for a bathroom break. Followed by Jr also going for one. Which wasn’t suspicious at all.

Still, once they’d finished, they were back outside and into the court, ready to face down their next pair of opponents. Opponents who were probably going to be a lot more coordinated than the last set.

“They’re back!” Clover waved as the siblings approached. Her parents stopped talking strategy to take up their positions on the other side of the court as Clover practically bounced off the walls with excitement. Taion stood calmly with his arms crossed, while Eunie put her hands on her hips with a grin.

Taion stood calmly with his arms crossed. “All healed up? Good. After the performance you gave earlier, we can’t afford to hold back.”

“So don’t blame us if we go overboard!” Eunie grinned put her headset on, carefully working around her headwings. “If we do, I’ll have Taion fix ya up after. Let’s see whatcha got!”

The couple dissolved into static. When Eunie reformed, she had become a punkish chicken dragon with leathery hide and a nose ring in her beak. A sonar ping radiated from her as her Echolocation passive automatically took effect, granting her thirty seconds of Multitarget. Taion, meanwhile, became a battery rabbit with a scrap metal arm that sparked with electric current.

”Bring it on!” Jr replied, twirling Undyne’s spear with bravado even as he internally groaned about there being another electric type in this match (one which was also cool which was doubly unfair). At least maybe the dragon was a fire type or something, and so Jr promptly probed this theory with a light volley of water spears using the Torrent.

Rika also now knew a bit more about how her moves worked, which she demonstrated by lunging towards the bulky looking electric rabbit and trying to pull off a stunning Jump Scare against it before it could move and start multihitting them to death.

Rika’s Jump Scare worked, successfully rendering Taion unable to take action as his Lapacitor form reeled. On the other hand, the water spears seemed to have no particular effectiveness against Eunie’s Rockertrice beast, and after shrugging them off it was she who acted next. She unleashed Stony Look, and an alarming red flash radiated from her eyes. Unfortunately, the first ten seconds of her Multitarget buff went to waste as the Stony Look didn’t seem to take. Whatever the two had meant to try, it had failed, and the ball was back in the kids’ court.

With a mix of worry about not having the type advantage he had hoped for and overconfidence he had time to compensate Jr declared ”Alright. Then let’s pump it up!” Jr declared, raising arms (i.e. his spear) above his head to power it up. Rika meanwhile now tossed out a Peekaboo as a longer term solution to Taion’s incoming electrical devastation, also underestimating the Rockertrice due to its first move failing to have an impact.

By then, Eunie had recovered enough AP to go for another Stony Look. This time the red flash instantly Petrified both Rika and Junior, encasing them in stone that made it so hard to move that they could effectively only block. It also changed both of them to the earth type, and when Taion as Lapacitor followed up with a simple lightning-type Smack against Junior, it prompted a Vitrified reaction that changed his type again, this time to Glass.

It certainly made it too hard to talk, much as Jr tried to mouth off about this being cheap even as he raised Undyne’s spear and armored gauntlets defensively (and it was a very good defence) despite being able to now see through it due to being glassy. Rika didn’t have the luxury of this durability, and could merely hunker down.

With gleeful relish, Eunie went with a multi-targeted Smack in order to preserve AP. It dealt only minor damage to Junior, but her air type reacted with his newly-added glass type to inflict Resonate. Her partner followed suit with Copper Chop, which despite being metal-type, also added a stack of Resonate.

He wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but saying it felt bad was an understatement, as Undyne’s armor (now glass) was now vibrating with a bone shaking intensity. The only thing he could think of to fix this was to change tapes to something that wasn’t made of glass, but the one he had left was the Etherial, and given it had been the talk of the town going by public news reports (and Seek’s internet browsing).

Then he remembered, and switched to the other tape he and Rika had, Undyne dissolving into static and being replaced by the toothy jawed bottom half of a Flukemon. A moment later, Rika followed suit, and transformed into the upper half of that same beast.

The quick switch to far more unconventional forms did nullify the Petrified status, but Junior’s Vitrified status remained in effect. Now, though, the Resonance stacks were on a much weaker beast. With only ten seconds left on Vitrified, there was no time to pivot, though. Now without Multi-target, Eunie let loose a Sonic Boom to deal air-type damage to both foes manually. It left Rika’s fluke half with only a little health, but it gave Junior a final stack of Resonance, which instantly shattered his tape and returned the young koopa to his true form.

For his part, Taion seemed to think nothing of it, and moved to try and finish Rika’s beast off with a Smack. Unfortunately, the accuracy debuff from Peekaboo came into effect and he missed. On the other hand, his passive Energy Reserves kicked in to give Eunie a free AP.

Jr tensed up upon his reveal, but upon seemingly not being recognised had scrambled out of the way of the fighting to a spot that he could start making them a quick exit, should the pair have simply been too engaged in the fight to have recognized him as a wanted criminal.

Though Eunie was ready to square up against Rika’s Hopskin, Taion saw Junior run away. Under normal circumstances he might have noticed something was wrong and called the match, but with Galeem’s influence in play he could show no mercy. As Eunie used Incinerate to pelt Rika with multiple fireblasts Taion followed Junior out of the basketball court. Clover’s confusion at Junior’s breach of etiquette turned into concern when Taion went after him. “Daddy? Where are you going?” The Lapacitor gestured at her to stay put, but did not slow his pursuit, and Clover did not listen. “Daddy!” Eunie looked over, certain, despite being bound to Rika by Galeem’s luster.

”Huh, why are you still after me? You won, I'm just, uh, getting clear?” Jr said, unsure as to why he was being followed other than it presumably being Galeem’s fault. Sure he might be backing off a lot, but surely it made sense to not be in the way of the ongoing fight, right?

Still, he might have been saying he had given up the fight, but his tense, defensive posture certainly didn’t echo that sentiment, the boy preparing to magma rush out of the way of whatever move he was planning to use. He did not want to find out if he could also get resonated, that was for sure.

What he didn’t realize, of course, was that if someone still had combat-capable tapes, they weren’t technically beaten. Clover followed along, calling for her dad to come back, but as much as this distressed Taion he couldn’t stop fighting. Lapacitor might be slower than Junior by default, but this beast had one thing the koopa didn’t. Taion uses Zoomies to rush forward with extreme speed, faster than his foe could react, and strike him with a weak beast-type blow.

Still in the court, Rika endured the fireball slinging, and then put her all into winning this now 1 vs 1 with the large stockpile of AP she’d saved up between being frozen and tape switching. She lunged forwards, opening the fluke’s jaws wide to bite Eunie.

The Bite struck true, but even if Rockertrice hadn’t been tanky, this was the first hit it had received. When Eunie struck back with Inflame, it was enough to destroy Rika’s fluke tape and return her to normal in a fizzle of static.

She waved awkwardly, then remembered she could talk again and asked ”are we also…?” before glancing to the side as an ”youch!” resounded from the speed tackled Jr. The boy dashed away from his pursuer, leaving a magma mine in his wake, and then tried to make his way back to his sister with more, non-mine laying dashes.

Eunie paused briefly as the mine burst against Taion’s form, briefly consuming him, but when he fought through the burns to chug along after Junior, she turned back to look to Rika–to Stony Look, specifically. This time she got lucky first try, and for the second time in one fight the abyssal found herself Petrified. Seeing this, Taion abandoned Junior and approached Rika to deliver a lightning-type Smack and inflict her with Vitrified.

”Oh no” Jr began to gasp, before finishing aggressively ”you don’t!” as he formed and hurled spears forward, past Taion, only to have them flip and ram back towards him to slow his progress if nothing else.

His sister meanwhile was once again stuck frozen, and there was no way for her to tape shift like this to escape it. Her gauntlets already would have had trouble switching the tapes before, now it was impossible.

Fortunately, she had ways to fight that didn’t involve moving, summoning her Vespikan Ichor Queen striker. The massive blood red wasp queen towered over everything in the basketball court as it hefted its brutal cleaver and then slammed it down towards Eunie.

Taken by surprise, Eunie received the full brunt of the cleaver, then let out a squawking roar of pain. Taion remained silent, but with several spears embedded in the Lapacitor’s battery-shaped body, he wasn’t faring much better. Still he pushed doggedly on, not to Smack Rika, but to defend Eunie. As the follow-up stinger thrust from the queen came in, Taion caught it in his metallic pincer, then sent a current of electricity through and into the big bug. Unfortunately, that left both of them vulnerable to attack from Junior.

As Rika convulsed from the sympathy damage, Jr used a striker of his own to try and free her one, summing Bodiga’s fist to smash down on top of Taion, while the prince himself raised his paintbrush and cast ”Esuna!” to try and clear the petrification.

The striker’s arm was big enough, and Eunie close enough, that both of them took damage from the gigantic hammerfist. While the metallic impact did give Taion Multi-target, it left him and his wife reeling and winded. When their heads stopped spinning, they found Rika cured, and Eunie’s next attempt at Stony Look missed. Taion snapped his pincer shut on one of the spears in his body so that he could pull it out, throw it down, then use Charge to blitz through Junior and end up behind him.

”Behind!” Rika called in warning in response to this, prompting her brother to backhop straight into Taion with his spiky shell, before forming a blade on his elbow and stabbing that backwards for good measure.

As he did that, Rika lunged in to deliver a one two punch to Eunie, while also summoning her other striker, Maria, to join her in a combo with a one two slash with her swordblades.

The Lapacitor let out a low, pained squeak as the spikes and blades pierced his body. The lightning arcs that levitated his electromagnetic scrap arm faltered for a moment, the pieces of metal almost hitting the ground. His original plan had been to follow up Charge with Battery, but the situation was more dire than he thought. When he spotted Eunie under attack, he changed tactics and used Zoomies to speed away from Junior and bop Rika. The attack did a little damage, but that was circumstances; his real goal was to stretch out his arm toward Eunie, who recognized what he wanted to do and moved to unfurl one wing his way.

Rika lunged forwards to grab Eunie and try to pull her away from her partner. Meanwhile, left in the dust, Jr rambled ”Oh nonononono” while forming knives with chains trailing from them. These blades launch forwards, past Taion , and then shot back again, trying to wrap him up so Jr could drag him back.

They held for just a moment, then the unpracticed technique failed, chains shattering in the face of the couple’s determination to become one. The moment the two touched, their beasts changed into static and melded together, the distortion swelling in size and intensity as it rose into the air. When it resolved the next moment, a powerful fusion loomed over the kid’s heads, bearing the colors and features of both Rockertrice and Lapacitor. This ‘Lapatrice’ did, however, also sport the wounds from both constituents, and their labored breathing indicated that they were still in a bad state.

Lapatrice had plenty of AP to work with, though, and for their first order of business they fired off a Sonic Boom to batter both opponents with a gale-force blast.

Said opponents went flying backwards through the air from the force, screaming with pain and alarm as they did. Both recovered their senses before they hit the ground however. Rika double jumped to slow her momentum before she hit the wall, then used her grappling hook to reel herself back towards the foe, gearing up for a flying punch. Jr meanwhile retracting into his shell and skimming along the ground, bounced off the wall, and then went sailing back towards the ‘Lapatrice’ with basically all the momentum of the knockback preserved.

The speedy turnaround brought both right back to their fused foe before Lapatrice could really recover. Quickly selecting a target, its constituents aimed a Smack at the incoming Rika in order to max out on AP, only for Junior’s shell to strike them in the leg. With a grunt, the Lapatrice fell to one knee, their plug arm hurriedly thrust out and into the ground for support. Rika’s punch then struck their fused face, almost knocking them down. The next moment, though, their metal pincer closed around the abyssal’s midsection, and the air began to churn as Lapatrice prepared to use their Fusion Power.

As her brother bounced away again, Rika half went to try and pry the claw crushing her hull off of her, only to switch her mind at the last moment, extend both palms towards the fusion… and open fire.

Flack shots of burning goop where joined by the ratta tat tat of gunfire as both palm mounted cannons unloaded at point blank range into the heavily wounded at its creation fusion.

The heavy bombardment proved too much for Lapatrice to handle. Their grip failed as they staggered back under the withering power of Rika’s barrage, and after another second, their combined form gave in. The fusion dissolved in a roar of static, and when the hissing pixels faded, Taion and Eunie were separated and back to normal, sore and gasping.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Still standing by the sidelines, Clover ran toward her parents.

“Stay back!” Eunie held up a hand that stopped her daughter in her tracks. “Don’t be scared, sweetie. We’re not done just yet.”

Taion gritted his teeth at the koopa kids. “This isn’t a game anymore. Whatever it is you’re trying to do…!”

The two suddenly deconstructed into light, yellow and blue, that flowed together and became a whirling orange core. Around the core a new form constructed, a black and purple, twelve-foot, techno-organic warrior like a cybernetic alien fairy. Wing-blades unfurled behind them as both voices spoke in harmony. “I won’t let you hurt my family!”
The Lone Omnic

Krat Zoo - Exit Gates

Featuring: Ramattra and Edward.
Word Count: 3788 (+4) (+4 rapport)


Once the stew had long since been enjoyed and invigorated the spirits of the Seekers on White Team, and as the rest of the group began to collect their bearings and prepare the Reindrix for the last leg, the dying embers of the fire that once heated the pot were all that was left as evidence of their stay. Nearly every member had busied themselves, either by completing last-minute errands or by joining others for conversation. Ramattra, still disoriented by his morals in this new world, meditated by himself in the light of the logs that still survived, his staff neatly folded over his lap as the large orb normally suspended in the middle of nanites at the neck was now floating idly over Ramattra’s head, shifting each time he lost concentration.

The ceaseless chatter around the Omnic made it quite challenging for him to focus on clearing his thoughts, and he’d quietly mutter his frustration to himself as the chatter around him slowly became tuned out. Once he reached harmony with his mind, the Omnic’s afloat orb would now slowly rotated itself, reflecting the tranquility he was finally able to obtain. Short bursts of heat would wisp from the Omnic’s mouth area, not too dissimilar to a human breathing. The Omnic had nowhere to go, no army to command, and his perspective on humans was shattered, as this world was not his own. How many other Omnics were out there? Did they still face the same hardships back when Ramattra was commanding Null Sector? Millions of potential thoughts raced through Ramattra’s circuitry, calculating every possible reason as to what had happened. A simple word would be enough to throw his concentration off again…

Right on cue, the man who’d previously introduced himself as Edward Portsmith made a polite but insistent cough.

Upon turning his focus to him, the Omnic would find a man who had once been human, but that now bore the plaid skin, glowing eyes and ashen wings of something beyond that, smiling apologetically at him. His back was to the carriage he would shortly be driving, while his senses were split between a set of burning hounds and hovering drones he’d be commanding while doing so, yet his full focus, for now, was on the one he’d freed from Galeem’s grasp.

”My apologies for interrupting, but we are about to set off, if you’d care to continue to travel with us.” he began by saying, before adding that ”I at the very least owe you an explanation of your new situation, so I would hope you’d do so at least until I can fulfil an obligation, and you can decide if our mission is one you’d partake in”

Ramattra did not seem alarmed by the man throwing off his concentration, and rather, his warning about their imminent departure was appreciated as the Omnic lost time to thought. “Ah, yes. Edward was it?” The Omnic would eye the man’s odd appearance, trying to gauge whether or not he was actually human. This entire place seemed to twist Ramattra’s worldview; his hatred of humans now just felt like a bias from a past life. It was clear by Omnic’s momentary silence that he was distressed in thought, unsure how to proceed with the conversation to get the answers he needed.

He stood, offering to walk with Edward as the Stagecoach began rumbling through the exit ahead. Ramattra’s Orb of Destruction would return to the middle of his staff as he used it as a walking stick, gesturing for Edward to follow alongside the large vehicle. “So… This place.” He used his free hand openly to signal that he was referring to the World of Light. “Where… and what is it exactly?...” Ramattra decided to ask the easiest question first. It’s going to be very hard to explain that he was responsible for an evil robot uprising in his homeworld.

”Likely you will recall a flash of light in the last moment before you awoke here? That would have been the power of a being called ‘Galeem’ being used to take control of many, many, many worlds. It then took these worlds, or parts of them, and stitched them together into a new one, like it was making some patchwork quilt. We are now living in that world, where beings plucked from endless realms are pitted against each other fights endless wars, skirmishes or petty conflicts still, blind to the false reality they live in” Edward explained, before seeming to think for a moment, sighing and adding ”or, to be more exact, copies of those beings”

He paused for a long, unhelpful moment, seemingly trying to think of how to explain that before saying that ”The Ramattra that you recall being is… not strictly speaking you. You are a continuation of them, yes, but the true (original) Ramattra is stored somewhere in a theorised ‘source engine’ which then spits out copies into Galeem’s patchwork world to act as toy soldiers in, or bystanders to, this world’s many conflicts. Over and over and over. There have been endless yous who have lived their lives over an unknown length of time, and each only recalls who they have been before in rare dreams”

The man then looked deeply apologetic as he said that ”I’m sorry if this is a lot to take in, but I think it's better to put all the cards on the table rather than try and feed you breadcrumbs of information over time. We now live in a world made by a cruel and heartless god”

Finally, he stood straighter, with the look of a man who had faced many battles against incredible odds and the steady voice of one who had led others to do the same time and time again ”However! It seems like the foe is an absent god, one content to simply let the gears of its scrap build machine grind and crush those within and continue to roll on on its own accord rather than tinkering too closely with it now that it has been set in motion. Thus we, the Seekers of Light, are able to hack away at its protections without drawing down that same world's shattering power on our heads, and once we have, it will regret its negligence. It is a long and treacherous climb, and one that has claimed all who have attempted it before, yet even still must endeavor to conquer that mountain and slay the false god atop it, for it is the only way for there to ever be peace”

The Omnic stayed quiet for a moment, trying his best to fully digest all of the information that Edward had shared with him. His feet marched through the snow with each metallic crunch ticking away each second as he thought about his response. As Edward addressed it, Ramattra’s memory of how he disappeared into Galeem’s Light resurfaced, replaying how Null Sector forces were seamlessly wiped out by a colorful burst of light. “Galeem.” Was the only word he managed to speak, letting the name soak in the bitterness of his tongue as he enunciated that name like some foul curse. The part about being a copy of himself didn’t particularly phase him

“So then… If this Galeem is idle atop some mountain, what is stopping us from preparing an assault? I used to command an army; if we rally our numbers and free others, we could find some large carrier and-” Ramattra cut himself off. The leader in him was speaking, and rather than being rational, he remembered that the being they were up against could easily wipe out trillions of lifeforms and Frankenstein them all together. They would be sure to meet the same fate if they attacked without preparation. The silence after his speech communicated this realization.

“My homeworld then… My people. I come from a dying race of machines that are treated like filth by human society.” The Omnic looked at Edward with a moment of sincerity as those red sensors glowed with every word. “I will do my best to put my differences aside with humans of this world, but… I have my biases.” He looked at all the human-appearing members across White Team. He had a LOT of differences to put aside. “But what of you? I’m sure you come from quite an interesting background in your world.”

”That people would treat such a wonder so poorly-” he began to say, before sighing in resignation, and saying ”My world or worlds saw much of the same sorts of conflicts power imbalances between different peoples of all shapes and sizes. Human, elf, dwarf, frostling, Draconian and more. I was part of a commonwealth that was meant to stand for all peoples, but failed in that endeavor and became dominated by humanity as well”

It was a failure the man seemed to see as a personal one, though not as much as what followed in his tale ”I had been intending to correct that imbalance after rising in the ranks via ousting a conspiracy fueling the fires of war between us and the Elven Court. That was before the world gates opened, self proclaimed gods invaded, and I the army I was leading was tossed through the astral sea to a farflung world within it… and during the journey the eldritch patron of the conspirators I had thwarted, Urrath, took hold of my mind”

After a moment of thought, he decided to skip over the fine details of his time as a man driven by rage that was not his own, and instead explained ”I am free now after many tribulations and with much blood on my hands, but the chance to atone for my sins, to thwart its seizure of my homeworld, was taken from my by Galeem” before focusing back onto the current moment

”Galeem has protections that need to be taken down, guardians who shield it from harm as long as they live. It also has somewhat less idle… Well, not really lieutenants, it seems, but individuals who are invested in maintaining this world for their own ends. These twenty-six Consuls are this world’s true rulers, unbound as they are by its rules, and are mostly personally invested in holding that power by, in turn, preserving Galeem’s existence. Still, they seem to have been slow on the uptake, and disinterested in major collaboration. If they all came for us, we’d be fighting a losing battle. If we tried to build a full army, they’d bring their own, which they have already prepared. But acting covertly, in small but powerful groups, the seekers have been able to take down seven of thirteen guardians so far”

Ramattra was extremely relieved to hear that there was at least a plan to defeat Galeem, albeit still seemingly in the early stages of the process. One thing that was concerning to the Omnic, however, was the seemingly large number of these Seekers who get recruited and leave. He remembers his responsibility of getting Kit and Celica to safety when Celica was infected by the T-Virus, but he guessed that was just the nature of being in constant conflict.

Since Edward has been kind enough to share details of his past life, it seemed fair that the solitary Omnic do the same. “My people, the Omnics… We were once a servile race to the humans, machines made to bring companionship, help with labor. 30 years ago, a malicious program took control of Omnic production and turned us against our creators, brainwashed against our programming.” The Omnic spoke, enunciating his consciousness of the matter. “Anubis. When it took over the Omnic production, it began creating machines of war, Omnics designed for violence.”

If Ramattra had a human face, it would’ve been cold and distant, the lights on his red sensors dimming. “I was among one of the models in production. I slaughtered hundreds of humans against my will and watched hundreds of my own die for the same reason.” A lingering gaze was aimed at the moon, as if he recalled every moment he fought for Anubis. Ramattra did not talk about his past like it was some traumatic recollection, but rather something that fueled his natural bitterness.

“We gained consciousness when the Omnic anomaly Aurora uploaded her mind to destroy Anubis, granting Omnics free will and thought. Humans didn’t seem to trust us still, even after one of our own sacrificed herself to end the war. They see us as murder machines, killerbots, and ‘able to go rogue again at any moment.’” The hatred in his voice rose as he recollected his backstory. Then he recalled the state he was in when Galeem had brainwashed him. “The Omnic you knew fighting Markiona is not the same one that stands beside you. This ‘Galeem’ apparently thought it was safer to live as an echo of my past. The Ramattra before you is a commander, fighting for Omnic Independence.” He was cautious to share his means of gaining independence through forceful reformation of humanity; the last thing he needed was a potential ally seeing him as a threat. After all, Ramattra doesn’t HATE humans, he hates humanity, “By any means necessary.” He concluded his speech, offering Edward a moment to speak before stopping in his tracks, the Stagecoach progressing ahead as a final question came to mind: “Our allies… They have… unique appearances, almost as if they’ve been altered in some unnatural way. Is that this Galeem’s doing as well?”

”I’d say he is a new third person, but it is an argument mostly academic in nature” Edward replied, greatly sympathizing with the machine man’s situation ”Still, it seems we have both walked a similar path at some points, one at a time dictated by another‘s will, and the consequences of which we are now left to endure and overcome in the wake of escaping it. So I will not judge your path to overcoming that”

”and yes, we have indeed been changed, though that is by our own will not Galeems, even if it is part of the nature of its world that facilitates it” he replied to the question before reaching into a pouch and producing the spirits of the fallen alchemists ”here, I saved these to be used as an example”

”These are spirits of fallen foes, and they have their uses. For one, they can be absorbed into the head, which can grant you their wisdom, talent, or a passive benefit of some kind, while causing a change in hue as a side effect. You may have seen me dodge through portals? That came from a towering demoness but only affected my skin, eyes, and clothes. Meanwhile applying it to the heart warps your body but grants a new more active ability in the process. I did not always have wings, nor the ability to fly, for example”

He then tilted his head and raised a palm apologetically as he also explained that ”There are, however, of course, drawbacks. The first, skills, only come with minor ones, but gaining an ability can be quite taxing. I used that previously mentioned demoness to gain the ability to open portals wherever I could see, but that in turn horrifically warped my body, bones, mental state and caused my muscles to gradually decay. Quite a nasty mix, likely due to a mix of her sheer power and the anatomical differences between us”

After a beat he hastily added that ”By which I mean she had a house sized headless featherless chick for a lower body, and the upper body had three torsos half melded together, not that she was a woman. Though apparently gender change is a thing that can occur as well” which was something he shrugged at before noting casually ”there been no dysphoric reaction to any of this, conveniently”

”Still, unwanted outcomes can happen, but fortunately our home base of the Avenger (a flying invisible ship) has a way to undo these ‘fusions’ with ease, so nothing permanent about this. So feel free to experiment”

Finally, he also explained that ”Two other options also exist: First, strikers, like the ones you saw me summon during the fight, of which two can be equipped before it apparently starts negatively affecting lifespan. We can swap those at the avenger as well. Second, crushing the spirits to make items. We have a hat to make the results of that better” before tapping away at a magic circle to summon a large chest with teeth that was, apparently, wearable as a hat.

”Oh, and remind me to set you up with remote armory access later. We’ve acquired quite a lot of gear a lot of which is quite niche in nature, so there might be something you might already find useful”

That left the spirits he’d kept as examples, which he admitted ”are not perhaps the best ability fusion fuel, but strikers and skills could be on the table, if you are interested in trying things out, otherwise we’ll just itemise them ”

Ramattra gently claimed the spirit of the Alchemist Boxer in the grasp of his large metallic digits, clutching it like a small orb. “If I want to free myself from this world, I think it best I take whatever upgrades are handed to me.” Ramattra took Edward’s mention of spirits warping his being very seriously, and despite how recently he had gained his memory, Ramattra knew the only way was forward, until he was forced to retire or finally returned home. “So I will take any risk required for strength.” With that, his hand clutched tighter, absorbing the spirit into his being, and allowing the changes to take place.



Ramattra looked at the physical changes of his body, examining the lifeless flesh and protruding containers of Cocktail. It was oddly fitting for Ramattra to gain these large muscles, though their musculature would only be present in his Nemesis Form; his current body was too slender to display them at full mast. He tapped at the little containers on his deltoids, curious about what ability the alchemist had given him. “So… Did I do it right?” Ramattra was unsure of his appearance, preferring to look tidy when he could, but these tattered striped pants and pale arms made him feel… messy.

”Indeed. Quite a bold move too” Edward replied, surprised that the omnic had gone for ability fusion right away. He hoped it would pay off, because the aesthetics were interesting to say the least. He wondered especially how the machine would find the experience of having flesh. Something and him and sandalphon to bond over, perhaps.

Regardless, that did seem to be the only spirit that the (now slightly less) machine man had interest in taking for himself, and so Edward donned the ridiculous (and painful) symbol of avarice and got to crushing.



”Fate really does despise the notion of a straightforward sword it seems” Edward said, as he regarded the unorthodox punching swords, before stashing the items in the armory for later use.

By that point, the herd of cats that were the seekers were finally all ready to head out, and perhaps even growing a little impatient. The Omnic would place a metallic hand on his ally’s shoulder, letting his biased dislike towards humans go as he offered this simple gesture of respect. Not yet as friends, maybe, but as two kindred spirits from other worlds. “You have my thanks for your time today, Edward. May our battles together be won honorably.”

The man grinned back at him, before agreeing ”Yes, let them” before swiftly mounting the driver’s seat of the stagecoach and, after giving Ramattra a moment to get onboard as well, got them all on the road again.


Stuff happened below, but the Oracle was far too busy looking at itself. Specifically, looking at its wound in order to treat it. The corpse, normally passive, was now animated enough to pinch the flesh of its sliced side shut while the Oracle used its eyebeam to sear the wound shut (it might have been ineffective the boy, but vs other low level monsters like itself? It worked just fine).

Its chorus of soft pained sounds ended when something floated up next to it, namely the snooted specter Schnupfen. The Oracle glanced at this, saw the rock the ghost had in hand, and then followed said rock’s descent as it plummeted down with the force of gravity and landed squarely on top of the crawling boy’s skull. There was a crack as it struck, followed by a second overlapping crack as the boy’s head then hit the stone floor.

The Oracle started at this for a few moments. Then, after the boy did not rise but instead simply lay their face first bleeding onto the stones, glanced around a few times before spotting the Kobold who had been summoned.

It thrust a finger out and, with a deep booming voice that made the minion leap back with fright, shouted “YOUUUUU!” at it before pointing down at the boy and much more calmly commanding it to “check if he’s dead”

The kobold gulped, before shakily saluting and then scampered over to carefully poke the boy’s body with his spear, keeping as much distance between itself and the boy as possible while doing so. The scene was somewhat reminiscent of a kid poking a possum with a stick to see if it was just playing dead, which, in the kobold’s defense, was basically what it had been asked to do.

The boy, unsurprisingly, did not move.

“More vigorously, the duplicitous pawn of the enemy might just be stunned!” the Oracle insisted, prompting some actual stabbing, and then, once that had no effect, the kobold getting its spear in place and, with a lot of effort, driving it down through the heart of the boy, staking him like a vampire.

At the sight of this, the Oracle tossed up its 4 hands in jubilation and announcing "Glorious news everyone! We’ve killed a child!” before clapping them together again and asking ”now, who requires the touch of my holy healing hands?”

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Location: Forbidden Kingdom - Shinjuku
Bowser Jr: Level 15 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(270/150)
Rika: Level 11 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(215/100)


After managing to evade law enforcement and hide among the citizens of Shinjuku in their borrowed forms, Junior and Rika could finally resume their search for that elusive cassette tape store. As they meandered among the populace, though, they could definitely get the sense that something had changed as a result of their actions. Both everyday pedestrians and news broadcasters alike were buzzing, less about a couple of suspects on the run from the police, and more about the supposed sighting of an ethereal outside a hollow. Apparently, this wasn’t just something that had never happened before, but something that shouldn’t be able to happen period, since ethereals supposedly couldn’t exist outside the ether-rich environment of a hollow.


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Fortunately, nobody paid too much attention to the Koopa Kids in their new disguises. It took a while to track the cassette store down, in part due to its unorthodox name: Gramophone Cafe. At length the two finally reached their destination and pushed through the door to find a modest establishment with checkboard tiles and blackboard menus. A single employee worked behind the counter, Clemence, wearing a red tie and her equally red hair down over one eye, grinding beans and steaming milk to make coffee for her loyal customers. She did have a bipedal delivery bot to help her out, at least. There weren’t just cappuccinos and cold brews on offer, though; a rack of different kinds of blank cassette tapes confirmed that this was the place the kids had been looking for.

A quick look around confirmed the presence of a few other customers in the store. Furthest away sat an intelligent construct in streetwear, jamming away to the tunes on his headphones as he played on a handheld console. With a television test pattern in lieu of a face, he probably wasn’t here for the coffee, but for the pleasant atmosphere. Nearby, a businesswoman with black horns and short white hair was competing against him in a turn-based strategy game on her phone, casually sipping coffee as she built up more and more of a lead. Not far away rested a middle-aged man with a green overcoat and white umbrella, so comfortable that he’d apparently fallen asleep at the table. Lastly, there was a young family closer to the counter. A thin man with messy dark hair, glasses, and a distinctive orange scarf sat by a woman with long, dirty blonde hair and white wings on her head, her black tank top slightly stretched by baby weight she’d never quite managed to lose. In the man’s arms sat their daughter, a bright and joyful girl of no more than two or three, with little wings of her own in her chestnut-brown hair and no trace of sunset-red light in her eyes.

When the little girl saw Rika in her beast form, her eyes lit up as she pointed. “Hop..Hop…Hopskin!”

Her father laughed. “Yes, Clover, that’s a Hopskin! Very good!” His soft English accent seemed very proud.

His wife chuckled, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. “Guess we know where she got her smarts from, eh love?”

“I’m not sure that…oh, d’you mean me this time?” Her husband raised his eyebrows at her, prompting a good-natured punch in the shoulder. In the aftermath he shot the newcomers an apologetic look. “Scuse us, Clover’s crazy about cassette beasts. Just about learned them all by heart. Though of course, you’re not truly a beast.”

Rika, who was the one wearing the guise of the Hopskin, would have blinked its eyes in surprise if it could at this, not particularly used to being addressed out of the blue like this. Or with typical children who weren't, well, like them. Plus that last comment made her take a notable step back, and for the blade beneath the trenchoach to twitch, which wasn’t a good look.

Seeing his sister’s discomfort with this, and also worried (entirely validly) that she would do something drastic in response to being ‘detected’ like this, stepped in front of her, beaming with Undyne’s toothy grin.

”Yeah no worries we think they’re pretty great too” he said, trying to keep the conversation on tapes and not on who was beneath the ‘mask’ so to speak. Besides, this was the second time they’d heard about ‘cassette beasts’ specifically in the city, and so he was genuinely interested to ask ”But I didn’t know they were they’re own, like, specific thing. I mean. Obviously I guess, but there’s so many different kinds of people… Creatures... Monsters out there, ya know? Till someone tells you there’s lines between em you don’t see em”

Junior glanced over at Rika, who had fortunately been distracted by the cafe menu (running around a hollow worked up an appetite especially when you were a kid avoiding eating your veggies). Rather than break this off, however, he leaned against the wall and tried to look cool (mainly because he thought Undyne looked cool and that she’d totally do this kinda lean if she wasn’t doing important guard leading stuff) and then asked ”You two also fans?”

The man smiled as he tousled his daughter’s hair, careful with her head wings. “Mostly for her sake, really. Though, I'd be lying if I said they weren't interesting. There's no scientific explanation for how the tapes work, you know. They just…do.”

“Pretty fun though, innit love?” The woman grinned. Though she also had an English accent, hers was a coarse cockney compared to her husband’s more refined speech. “I en't been in a proper firefight in ages, so cassette fightin’ keeps me sharp. Ever since Clover here took a shine to ‘em, we've been collectin’ ‘em, tryin’ to tape all the original beasts. Only, there’s so many of the sparkin’ things…”

“Eunie!” The man admonished, covering Clover’s ears as she giggled.

Eunie covered her mouth, acting surprised. “Whoops, sorry Taion me love, don't know what came over me~”

“Hopskin, Hopskin!” Clover sang, beaming at Rika. “Fight, fight, fight!”

Taion gave her an apologetic glance. “Cassette fights get her so excited,” he explained. “All those flashy moves, she can't get enough.”

Having been trying to ignore the attention, Rika now failed as she glanced over and actually looked at the kid this time, and only now really took in that Clover’s eyes were free of Galeem’s light. She tilted her head in confusion before remembering the whole thing about children being free of the system by default. Or rather separate entirely. Meaning they only lived once.

Given that the ship girl thought of this as her only life as well, given how much it deviated, she felt a little pang of empathy for this little one. Enough to awkwardly, carefully, extend Hopskin’s claw and use it to wave at her, before glancing at Jr and bobbing her head towards the kid.

”huh? You wanna fight?” Jr asked, confused, before coming to his own conclusions and turning back to Clover’s parents and offering ”Guess we could do with the practice. Plus advice. Not exactly used these for too long”

”Where do you do that kinda stuff? The city seems pretty bor-peaceful, ya know? Besides the Hollows. And the crazy internet”

At that point Clemence, who'd been listening in since the Koopas were right by her counter, spoke up in a soft French accent. “We do have a lot out back where cassette users can practice. And if anyone's tapes take damage, I do sell rewinds and respools.”

Clemence wasn't the only one drawn to the conversation. “Huh? There’s gonna be a tape fight?” From his seat in the back, Teevee lowered his game and looked over. “Real tape fights are always two on two, though. You lovebirds gonna show these newbies how it goes?”

“Could be fun,” Eunie looked over at Taion, grinning.

He seemed less enthusiastic. “I'd rather just watch but…maybe.”

“Well, I've been itchin’ to give my new tape a try!” Teevee stood, revealing that his headphones were connected to a cassette player. He glanced over at his competitor. “How about it, miss Malina?”

Though she looked rather sour, the demoness didn't seem totally opposed to the idea. “Well…” she grumbled. “Tape fighting is pretty much a turn-based strategy game.” With a sigh she got up. “Whatever, sure.”

Rika had not at all intended this. After all, if she lost, then she lost her disguise, and then they’d probably have problems if anyone here had paid attention to the news beyond the bit about an ethereal outside of a hollow. Jr apparently hadn't thought about this, or was just arrogantly assuming she’d win with a monster she’d never even used before, saying ”Alright, let’s do this” as he confidently strode towards what he assumed was the back door.

On the other side of the door lay a tarmac lot completely enclosed by brick buildings, except for the paved alleyway that provided the sole access for sufficiently small vehicles. Half of the courtyard appeared to be a parking lot, with five out of six spots filled with either cars or bikes, and the sixth reserved for neighboring buildings’ dumpsters. The other half, courtesy of a couple tall chain link fences, was a makeshift basketball court. While it had definitely seen better days, it still had hoops (if not nets) and a few strips of flaky paint outlining the three point, side, and midcourt lines. The only other signs of life here were a khaki-clad Exploreboo restfully charging in the only working port in a bangboo charging station, and a tired-looking Cryboo waiting for its turn nearby.

The Koopas were followed out into the lot by their competitors, followed by the young family, who crossed the court in order to watch from the parking lot. Teevee and Malina took up positions on the far side of the basketball court, reading their cassette players. “Alright!” Teevee pressed play, then transformed in a burst of static. When his body coalesced, he’d been replaced by a feline with a flat screen. With substantially less enthusiasm, Malina took the form of a towering vending machine demon.

The koopas took up the opposite spots in their respective guises, with Jr in particular grinning toothily as he told them that ”This isn’t really me either” as if this was some big revelation and not fairly obvious. Rika stepped up beside him a little more nervously, but fortunately a crowd of 3 was a lot less intimidating than the thought of the ones that the Esaka tournaments would have had. Plus the enthusiastic little kid was infinitely more tolerable than the Yokai where, even from as little as she had seen of both.

Plus, in a way, it wasn’t her they were watching in a way. It was the ‘Hopskin’ she had transformed into that was the focus of the kid’s attention, not Rika herself.

She could work with that, standing up a little straighter, and intentionally mimicking the movements of the one they’d recorded, wearing the shell better, in a way, than she had been. Ironically, this made her even more shifty looking, but then that was the Hopskin’s whole vibe so it worked as intended.

”Yeah, that’s more like it. Leaning into the whole vibe of em really helps, don’t it?” Jr said, noticing that, before adding ”Speaking of” before dramatically pulling off and tossing the rainjacket off like it was a dueling cape, properly revealing Undyne’s armored form below. He then twisted the hand on the outstretched arm that hand thrown the jacket into a fist, forming a glue glowing spear in the grip, before slowly swinging the arm forwards to point the spear tip at his opponents, and boldly challenging them to ”bring it on!”

While Teevee couldn’t speak as Cat-5, his dramatic action poses made his intention clear. Taking the initiative, he used the beast’s index and thumb fingers to frame a square around Junior before a crackling electric energy beam shot out, so fast that it would be very hard to dodge. In comparison, Malina’s Gumbaal beast was slow and lumbering, and rather than launching an attack, she used Gambit. Playing cards fluttered around her as an ace of spades stuck to her forehead, signifying that she’d raised her melee and ranged attack and defense, as well as her speed and accuracy, by four stages. Only time would tell if this gamble paid off, though.

That was her plan anyway, which Rika rushed in to prevent, popping her Hopskin’s head down into its coat and then popping it back out with a burst of frightful energy as she used Peekaboo to try and spook the slow foe into inaction. The fright worked, but with Malina’s accuracy already amplified so much, all it did was reduce the bonus by half.

Rika ducked her head into her coat again, but this time out of embarrassment. It was jumpscare that was the move that had stunned them back when they’d captured the recording of the Hopskin, not Peekaboo

Undyne meanwhile wasn’t exactly built for dodging, armored up as she was, and so the cool factor Jr’s dramatic challenge was immediately undercut by being hit by one of the fish woman’s type weaknesses. Electricity crackled over the woman’s armor as she became electrified, guaranteeing she’d be hit by extra damage whenever an electric type attack was used. Worse, his retaliation, based on pokemon type matchups, of launching water spears at the electric type only empowered it, granting the foe a multitarget buff that would let him hit both of them with normally single target moves.

When the Koopa Kids’ foes launched their repartee, Malina’s boosted speed brought her to the forefront. Rather than attack, though, she used Shrapnel, an inexpensive status effect that applied Conductive to Rika as well.

Now just the second-fasted beast present, Teevee’s Cat-5 followed up with another Energy Shot. When it blasted Undyne, it not only applied thirty more seconds of Conductive, but dealt an extra jolt to both Undyne and Hopskin because of it. Since each beast gained two AP per round, with an extra gained on super-effective hit, and Energy Shot cost two, that left Cat-5 at two AP, and Gumbaal at one.

Rika flicked her claw back in a revenge strike, delivering a light retaliatory strike, then lunged for Cat-5 and delivered a bite with Hopskin’s smiling grin, receiving 25% of the damage she dealt as HP back. Which felt like less than she got when she did the same with the Beast.

Also focusing on endurance, Jr used Ritual, pumping Undyne full of determination to return for one last hurrah after what looked to be his inevitable loss.

As little Clover cheered everyone on from the background, the challengers kicked off another exchange of blows, and each beast gained two AP. Three AP was enough for Malina to unleash Shield Bash, wallop that scaled off her physical defense rather than physical attack. Though Rika’s proximity made her a tempting target, she made a point to go after Undyne instead, and that full-body blow packed a real punch.

Meanwhile, Teevee went for Double Smack, slapping Rika twice with an electric paw. Despite having the same cumulative base power as Energy Shot, this move hit harder since Cat-5’s melee attack was higher than its ranged attack. Thanks to Multihit, Undyne received the same damage, and both Koopa Kids promptly received an extra jolt from Conductive. The damage was starting to add up.

It had been adding up all day and here, now, with them both transformed, they could feel a connection forming that they had bridged once before. But it wasn’t quite there yet, not in this fight.

”Endure!” Jr called out, as he, of all things, Raised Undyne’s spear up to buff his offence. Rika meanwhile used Peekaboo correctly this time, spooking Cat-5 to try and prevent it from multihitting them again via reduced accuracy.

Malina hesitated for a moment, now in trouble. She’d been counting on the huge buffs from Gambit to score at least one easy knockout before her time ran out, but Undyne was impossibly sturdy, still on her feet even after multiple electric attacks and that brutal Shield Bash. Now Malina had just one turn left, and not enough AP to use Ritual herself. Her Sugar Rush passive would be useless, too; if only she’d been able to strategize an AP-oriented team herself, and not gotten stuck with Teevee, who only cared about straightforward attacking. Oh well.

With a shrug, she used Treat on Teevee, giving him a random buff. In a stroke of good luck he received Cottoned On, but the next moment Gumball dissolved into static, reverting into Malina’s human(?) form. She slumped down onto her knees with a groan of resignation. “Up to you now, I guess.”

Surprised by this turn of events, Teevee knew he had no choice but to act. Though tempted to attack, his weakened accuracy drove him to pick Fire Wall instead. A barrier of flame surrounded him, strong enough to soak up any three hits.

”Hey nice I can hit that” Jr said with delight, even if his self buff was totally useless vs it, he still got a good swing in thrashing the firewall with a double slice that should knock off two hits, leaving Rika to use a low AP Jump Scare to try and knock off the last hit the wall could take. That left her with a small amount stored up, and Jr with basically none however (which went the same for their hp levels).

Once their attacks resolved, though, it was clear they’d been mistaken. Cottoned On allowed Teevee -and by extension his wall- to evade both attacks, even if it faded afterward. Still, Teevee had another ten seconds of lowered accuracy, and only two AP, so there was nothing for it but to try another Double Smack. Unfortunately he missed Undyne, and even though Conductive did kick in automatically, the jolts weren’t enough to take the Koopa Kids down.

Jr hesitated for a moment, and then called out ”Everything!” as he gripped the spear in two hands and delivered an all mighty swing of Desperation at the foe despite the type disadvantage. Rika followed suit, lunging forwards to deliver a hefty bite.

With Cottoned On gone, the two attacks chewed through two of the Fire Wall’s three hits, leaving Teevee with just one. It was then that his eyes cleared, and though Rika’s Conductive reaction had worn off along with his Multi-hit, he could see a path to victory. It would take too long for him to work through both foes, so he needed to be able to attack both at once despite his lost Multitarget. Teevee used Broadcast, his flatscreen displaying a connectivity symbol, to give himself Multitarget once more and prepare for the final showdown.

”Wait, I thought, uuuhhh, me then you!” Jr called out, having missed that they’d missed in the heat of the moment, and now just lightly slicing the last shield pip while Rika used up the last of her spare AP to deliver another hp draining bite.

The chomp took out a chunk of Teevee’s HP, since Cat-5 wasn’t exactly built for defense, and Rika got some of hers back. After backing off in a hurry, almost to the boundary of the basketball court, Teevee unleashed another Energy Shot split into two by Multitarget. Both Koopa Kids received a decent zap, and yet again Undyne suffered another shock from Conductive.

That was more than enough to proc ritual, causing Undyne to briefly melt and then solidify into Undyne the undying, and then get knocked right back down to low health. Rika meanwhile only survived thanks to the hp she’d drained with her bite attack.

They were on their last legs, again, and even if it wasn’t as serious a situation it was still a bit dire, given the risk that losing entailed. It was then fortunate that their ‘strategy’ involved being beaten up a lot, because that connection that had been forming solidified in that moment.

Jr beamed toothily, while Rika glanced over at little Clover and leaned her Hopskin’s head back to expose its own grin in mimicry of this, before both turned to static. The blobs of it lunged together, but unlike last time the result the resulting fusion did not come out massive and monstrous, but instead human and heroic, with just a little a little edgy.

A knight in metal armor appeared in their place, but one with a grilled helmet with two little ‘ears’ and two small gems on top that made it reminiscent of Hopskin’s head. It was also wearing a red coat over its shoulder’s, without the arms in the sleeves, like a cape, and a gold buckled belt on its hips.

Finally, in its arms, it held a scythe with a blue glowing shaft and a purple blade.

It hefted this blade, ran forwards, leapt up and, lacking any and all AP to deliver anything better, served up an empowered double slice followed by a basic smack with the base of the shaft to the foe.

Though only an amateur tape fighter, Teevee knew a fusion when he saw one. If Cat-5 could speak, he might have blurted out a resigned cuss, but he didn’t even get that chance. The fused kids’ first attack was enough to whack Teevee into the back wall, at which point Cat-5 dissolved into static. It flowed down the bricks like water, then coalesced back into the intelligent construct’s original body as he slouched down. “Ah, man…” He rubbed his electronic face, trying to massage the dead pixels back into place.

By now, Malina had risen to her feet, her expression somehow even more sour than before. “Whatever. My strategies were going to work with some random doofus anyway.”

Teevee shrugged as she swayed dazedly back into the cafe. “Well, at least we gave it our all,” he piped up.

“Woooooow, that was so so cool!” Clover cheered, unable to look away from the fusion as her parents clapped politely. “Mommy, daddy, you gotta do that too!”

The gaze of the scythe wielding fusion rested on Clover for a moment, on her eyes free from Galeem’s light, and in that moment information crossed the gap from Rika to Jr. Then, it gave the kid a thumbs up and said “yeah I am!” only to falter and correct “We are…” before greasing down into an uncertain “uhhhhh” before the fusion collapsed under the weight of existential confusion, the two very beat up component parts being ditched onto the floor. Or rather Jr in Undyne’s body ended up on the floor, while Rika and Hopskin’s ended up sprawled on top of the fish warrior.

It had been so much easier to keep it together when they had been screaming mad the whole time. Talking was, as it turned out, much harder. Which didn’t bode well for their handling of Clover and her predestined fate of becoming an orphan in at most 7 years.


“Excellent, I am sure Fate will smile upon us this day!” the Oracle declared as its choice among the selection was taken (not that there had been any doubt of course) only to give an “ack!” of distraught surprise as fate threw the first invader at them before they’d even gotten themselves organized.

“Ah. Well. It is only a lone youngster! Surely that will be no issue for you all?” It said after recovering, before turning to the more important matter, which was “I meanwhile shall see to it that we pick the right choice when it comes to pulling”

Naturally, this involved rolling a 1d4 with plenty of extravagance, and prayer of “oh hallowed Fate, bless us with your all knowing providence, and take mercy as you deliver unto your most humble servants thy graciously granted gifts, such that we might put them to service in thy name”

The result of this roll was a 4, meaning they’d be pulling the most blessedly random of pulls: the Basic Summoning. Given it was also a second max roll in a row, the Oracle saw fit to declare “most blessed are we!” before handing off responsibility to Kleine in terms of doing the actual pull “our fate is in your hands!”

It was only then that the Oracle turned its eye to the battle for the -insert dungeon name here- and, well, to say it was going poorly was an understatement. The Oracle was not best pleased, but it directed its ire at the responsible party rather than any of its team mates.

“Heathen! Murderer! You sully this place with your faithless steps, you spill the blood of its noble denizens! There is nothing here of value but the lives within, and yet you steal even those!” The Void Angel boomed as it floated past the retreating monsters, its full form only now becoming clear to the boy as it phased through the walls.

Said boy was rubbing his bonked head, and actually flinched at the sight of the eldritch being, before squinting at the corpse in its core, regaining his confidence and asking “What are you supposed to be? Some sort of headless pervert?”

The void angel was monetarily taken aback by this, before declared “I am the Oracle of -null pointer exception-”(again shunting to the flat monotone due to the lack of a dungeon name) “and I bring divine retribution!”

With intent declared, the Oracle gazed down the corridor, long straight, true, and unleashed the power of the sun. Photons, Uv Rays and Electromagnetic waves all lanced forth in a beam of cosmic power unleashed from its stellar eye. Unfortunately, functionally, that sun was very far away, and so rather than being cooked to a crisp, or even burned, the boy was instead subjected to a sunbeam of a warm summer's day that lapped against his skin. That would have been great for, say, acting as a sunlamp for Salbjörg, but with the boy it merely made him shield his eyes briefly as he was forced to adapt to the sudden change in luminosity.

The Oracle, despite this futile attack, still declared that the boy should “Wither beneath my gaze foolish intruder! Soon enough you shall fall”

“Yeah, right, you've all barely scratched me!” he shouted back, blinking the water from his eyes and then squinting in the face of the light.

“And scratch and scratch and scratch we shall, till death by a thousand cuts you suffer. A terrible fate, slow and painful it will be!” The Oracle retorted as it floated closer. Once close enough, it began shaking cupped hands, saying “I only pray that Fate can only lessen your suffering” before rolling forth its dice.

These clacked across the floor unassumingly, and thanks to the glare the boy didn’t see them coming till it was too late, and they had rolled a perfectly average 32. Holy light glowed, and then engulfed the boy for a moment, before dissipating, leaving him seemingly unarmed.

There was a monetary pause, before asked “What did you- hic- do…. Oh come -hic- on! What kind of -hic- curse is that!”

“Suffer!”

“Oh screw -hic- you” the boy yelled, before charging forward, sword held high.

“Come, face your doom!” the Oracle declared, very pleased that its plan had worked as intended, namely making the boy focus on him instead of the juicy bag of free EXP currently still napping in the room he was now vacating.

Of course, now it just needed to avoid becoming one itself.

It brought its eye down low, baiting the boy in to cleave right at that oh so obvious weak spot, which indeed he did, calling out a triumphant “hiya!” as the wooden blade went scything through the void angel’s membrane like it was tissue paper. The star, however, was untouched, for it was, of course, very far away. Worse (for the boy) almost as soon as the wound had been made fresh membrane grew out of the void to replace it.

Before that however, the Oracle brought its two massive hand wings down into a clapping blow on either side of the boy, doing a tiny amount of impact damage before its fingers attempted to wrap around him to bind him in place. This only really worked because he first tried to hack at the limbs, to the same amount of effect as he had had against the ‘head’

Soon enough he figured out the trick however, struggling and ripping apart the membrane with his own might rather than using his weapon, pushing forwards out of the angel’s grip and getting underneath it.

“I see -hic- the real you!” he shouted, before leaping to take a swipe at the corpse within the Oracle’s bulk. Weak though its membrane and limbs might have been, they offered just enough pushback that he fell short, the angel ascending to the ceiling, its prostrating weak spot's back pressed to the ceiling, now out of reach.

All this while, the beam focused on him, an annoyance slowly, slowly, slowly giving him a sunburn, though a little quicker now at this short range. Now, out of harm's way, it swung its pincer tail down to try and snip him, while preparing another handful of dice to bombard him with.

Enough was enough. The boy flipped his sword to hold in reverse, then hefted it back like a spear and hurled it up at the angel above. His aim would have been sure and true, and the angel might have met is end there and then, if not for one single thing

“-hic-”

That little jolt was all that was needed to ensure that instead of piercing into the corpse, the throw was off angle enough that it instead sliced a gash into its side, causing blood to leak out in clouds as if it was in water, or space, rather than in air. Despite the relatively lesser nature of this wound, the Oracle still unleashed an-unholy screech as it curled in on itself in pain, rendered unable to lend any more aid to the battle for the moment.

The sword, meanwhile, bounced off the ceiling, ricocheting at an angle such that it then landed back in the room where Zoppy was, causing the boy to glance from his dropped weapon to the assorted wounded monsters in indecision for a few vital moments.

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Edward Portsmith: Level 6 (16 cells) //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (60/60)
Location Frozen highlands - Krat Zoo


Now this, this is what Edward needed to relax after the hectic flight from the giant alligator. Not idleness, nor a win of his own, but to engage his hands and mind in the study of machinery. For while he might be a ruler, a warlord, a skirmisher and a mage, ultimately, in his head, when he thought of himself, Edward considered himself an engineer first and foremost, and it had been so long since he really had been able to just tinker and investigate.

The weapon crafting with Ace had come close, but guns didn’t really scratch that itch. Too close to the needs of the warlord. Here, examining the now half deconstructed winged puppet, he did so simply to satisfy his curiosity. To expand his mind of the possibilities. Truly, if there was a silver lining to Galeem’s hell, it was the pooling of the ingenuity of endless realities into one great melting pot.

Now if only those within it had more than a decade to experiment with it. Baring the consuls and lost numbers of course, but the former were too busy amassing/clinging to power, and the latter too busy hiding from the former to scratch more than the surface of the possibilities.

One could only imagine the possibilities, the glorious utopia, that could be forged if only this world was free from endless death and war.

The engineer sighed, and then the ruler forced his mind to turn once more to practicality instead of possibility.

First, he re-commanded his golems, getting them to start transporting the harvested plants out of the botanical garden and out into the snow. Tomatoes, ground cherries, and Star Bramble fruits were added to the stew, while the popcorn plants were provided to the Reindrix as a more substantial meal than frosted bush leaves. Any excess was stashed for either future consumption or for sending back to the Avenger.

Edward meanwhile began collecting both the puppet parts and the spirit loot together for transport as well. This was well timed on his part, as just as he’d started up the sending sequence when he and Sandalphon were alerted to sounds of violence coming from below.

”I’ll meet you there,” he said to the angel as she piled together her papers (which he’d need to ask her about later) before exiting the room. Out there, he spread his wings, using great flaps and glides to leap from catwalk to catwalk as he headed for the source of the sound: the greenhouse.
aaaand big ego has seized the initiative to 'pick' one of your names. Hopefully that's not gonna step on any toes, and I will adjust the attitude accordingly if it does.. Also it's gotten renamed as the voice bit was more when it was a middle management stand-in, where as now as it's all gambler priest oracle fits better I think. Plus, you now get to chose what the last letter of it's acronym is when you name the dungeon. My/it's fate is in your hands.


A headless corpse was wrenched from the void, some half formed idea not yet ready to be unleashed upon the world. Perhaps it had intended to be a Dullahan, or perhaps some animal headed god or demihuman for which only a custom head and some parts needed to be added. Instead, it was summoned raw, incomplete … and with the construction framework still attached.

The corpse materialized, hanging in the air, arms outstretched to either side, legs ramrod straight down. A most default, and yet also most unnatural, of poses.

Around it a sea of stars surrounded by a luminous azure membrane took up a few meters of space horizontally. Vertically, it extended up into the ceiling and down into the floor.

This left the thing’s eye staring at some rock in the first moments of its existence.

This would not do.

The corpse moved, hands coming together, legs crouching, and then the entire thing bent down to prostrate itself in the air. As it did so, the form around it tilted 90 degrees and soon enough the void angle proper appeared.

Mostly.

Its wings and back still clipped into the ceiling, its tail into a wall, but its hands were in the room, as was its eye that glowed like a red supergiant star beheld its new reality, and the company it was now in.

Company that immediately made it feel out of place.

It processed this feeling for a moment, and then decided that this was simply proof that it was the most important. The closest to god. For naturally fate would not mimic the form of some mundane thing but the cosmos over which it ruled all things.

Of course, it would not brag about such authority, as clearly it would simply be self evident.

“All will know me as the Oracle of-” it began to say in deep yet smooth tone, only for its voice to hitch and become flat and personalityless as the writing on paperwork for a moment as it said “-INSERT DUGENON NAME HERE-”

It did not seem to notice this.

Instead it continued on as if nothing had happened, declaring “-and I shall be your most holy dialup connection to the God of Fate. By its will have we pulled this most unusual of circumstances, and by its grace it has it in turn blessed this dungeon with an interpreter of its will. It is a turbulent sea of destiny we shall sail, and upon them I shall be our navigator, interpreter of signs, and master of offerings!”

Case and point of the turbulent nature of the sea, the two gobins were already making things more interesting, one by taking a nap on the dungeon spirit, the other by groveling in her place for this missdeed. This just would not do.

“Oh holy Fate, render judgment upon this slothful goblin!” the being said, bringing both hands together as it clasp them in prayer, only to form a hollow cup with them instead. This cup it proceeded to shake, causing a rattling sound to emerge from within, before it tossed them forward and opened them up to unleash a wave of 8d8 dice.

These bounced along the three meters of floor between it and Zoppy, where they proceeded to glow and then flash with holy light as they came to a stop, vanishing a moment after displaying a combined result of 17, emitting not an iota of magical radiation in the process. In their place a rooster was summoned, prompting the Oracle to lean in anticipation of divine retribution, only for it to deflate a little as it recognized that this one was not about to crow in order to wake the goblin.

Mainly because it was a plush rooster, not a real one. One that Fate had carefully tucked under the dozing goblin’s arm.

Admittedly it wasn't exactly a very good soft toy. Definitely F- grade. It looked as if it started off being made of old rags and had then seen a decade of rough love since then despite being freshly spawned into existence. But still, judgement had been rendered nonetheless, and the Oracle took this in its stride and promptly moved on.

“Now, to the matter of the name! Fate shall decree this too!” the Oracle declared, before rapidly chanting out “1,2,3” while jabbing its finger thrice at Muste, then adding “4” with a jab at Salbjörg, and finally “5, 6” when doing the same twice at Schnupfen. Finally it summoned a d6 dice and flicked it, causing it to roll and clink across the floor before coming to a stop.

No flash of light emerged from this one. Instead the Oracle's neck craned its eye all the way down and all the way in to look at this tiny number from a single cm away, before pulling back up and declaring that it had gotten “A six!”

It is called this “A most fortuitous beginning!" before freezing, raising its hands and tapping the fingers together in mild agitation as it murmured “or perhaps a waste of a good roll…” before shaking its head and returning to bombast as it jabbed a finger at the dungeon spirit and declared that “As Fate decrees, so shall your name now and forevermore be Kleine!”
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