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Anne Mayer
Aventon — Hunter's Lodge

When Millie's eyes finally blinked open, Anne's entire demeanor seemed to shift in the span of a moment. Layers of grim pragmatism melted away, and there beneath them was a rare smile, a look of sheer relief mixed with a deep-rooted warmth and caring. As if the person who still existed beneath all the accumulated scar tissue finally felt safe revealing herself to the world, even if only for a moment.

Even if she'd failed to stop the Heralds from destroying the town. Even if she'd failed to shield Alvin from the trauma of his loss. She had at least been able to protect this one girl. So long as she was still able to help her, and keep her safe, then Anne still had a purpose here.

She answered Kendrick with a gentle nod, glad that he still trusted her enough to let her handle things on this end. "Of course. You all let me stay under your roof, the least I can do is help out a little." Though she thought she'd heard a fresh commotion outside, it was probably just the villagers clearing some more rubble. If she was needed out there, she was sure he'd let her know.

Her attention quickly returned to the freshly roused young girl. "It's nice to meet you, Millie. Here, stay put for a moment—I'll get you something to drink." Without letting the girl ever pass too far out of sight, she got up to retrieve a mug and fill it with the water stored nearby. A little spilled over the edge as she made her way back, but her hand was steady again as she offered it up to her charge, paying careful attention in case Millie had any trouble holding it. Her condition seemed remarkably good after all that she'd been through, but it was best to take things slowly and carefully when dealing with unknowns.

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Anne Mayer
Aventon — Hunter's Lodge

"I'm not sure... It could be their version of a peace offering. After all, they wouldn't have wanted us to keep harrying their forces after they retreated from the village." Anne hadn't witnessed the battle herself, but she'd seen a number of Herald bodies littered about the village, with injuries that couldn't have been dealt by a bunch of under-equipped guards. If there was one factor that all the summoned strangers seemed to have in common, it was their combat strength, great enough to put any one of them on par with an entire platoon of soldiers.

Even as she said it, though, she felt that this couldn't be the right answer. Closing her eyes, the Knight tried to think back to the events in the cave, and what the Herald commander had said before leaving. Make use of them. Place your life on the line to keep her safe. And then there was the note...

"The alternative is that they wanted us to use these. If the necklace has a function of its own, then it makes sense that it could be used in concert with the other two items." Whatever their reasons, the Heralds wanted Millie alive, and the note read like a warning of a potential danger. Maybe the box had been meant as a way to help—to keep Millie's soul from being 'snuffed out' by the Goddess, which was the one outcome neither Anne nor the Heralds could abide.

Of course, the girl herself chose that exact moment to finally show some sign of life. Anne lifted her head at the sound of the groan, briefly met Kendrick's eyes, and then made her way across the room to where Millie was resting. "Millie? Can you hear me?" The callused fingers of her right hand—the biological one—gently touched the girl's wrist, checking on her pulse.

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Anne Mayer
Aventon — Hunter's Lodge

"How can you even read this? I've never seen any script like it."

"What?" A fresh frown of concern from Anne, who now had to grapple with this latest confusion. "It was just..." Just the same kind of writing practically everyone used across the known human worlds, ever since their unification more than two hundred years ago. Less neat than if it had been typed, but still easily legible to an educated woman like Anne. If Kendrick hadn't brought it up, she probably wouldn't have even noticed anything amiss.

That fact that he couldn't read this particular script, however, had major implications. It was possible this world had been cut off from wider civilization long enough for alternative languages to become prevalent—except if that was the case, then shouldn't she have had trouble understanding Kendrick's speech? Even assuming a smaller divergence in spoken language, it seemed odd that Anne hadn't noticed any unusual vernacular, or even that much of an accent. And that was putting aside all the other strangers who'd been summoned here, from places too far-flung to recognize.

...Something's translating for us. A leap of logic, but it made sense. The Goddess summoned us here for some purpose, and it'd be hard for us to take action if we couldn't understand anyone around us. Anne could imagine achieving something like that via implants, but her body should have rejected any such foreign objects... Meaning whatever mechanism let her understand the language here had to be external. Was it drawing power from Millie's body?

It was only when Kendrick stopped talking that the Knight realized something had happened with the necklace. Her eyes slowly followed his gaze to the glowing, bobbing trinket, and widened just a fraction at the sight.

"...That's probably your answer right there." She looked largely unsurprised by this latest development, more like a suspicion of hers had just been confirmed. "I don't know if the Heralds made it themselves or they got it from somewhere else, but if they have stronger versions of this, they could triangulate Millie's position from anywhere on the planet." A pause, as she considered. "Assuming she's the only one, at least." If it worked like Paranormal Powers did, then it could be a hereditary factor that primed its user for possession by the 'Goddess.' Though, based on the results, it's more like a curse than a power.

She nodded her head toward Kendrick. "Keep it, if you want. I don't trust the Heralds, but something like that ought to at least be useful for keeping an eye on her."

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Anne Mayer
Aventon — Hunter's Lodge

Magic. Anne couldn’t help but frown at the word. Where she came from, even the most inexplicable phenomena were rooted in advanced science or lost technology, and could fundamentally be explained and reproduced if only they were understood. This planet, on the other hand, was so far behind the times they didn’t even seem to have spaceships. Under such circumstances it was no wonder that superstition had taken hold.

There were jewel users in the North, on the Absolute Defence Line. Most likely that second item has similar properties. That could make it a powerful weapon in the right hands, but Anne herself wouldn’t be able to use it. And besides, why would the Heralds give their enemy something that could be used against them?

While she puzzled over the gem, Kendrick dug up something she’d entirely failed to notice before. Anne quickly read through the note, and her eyes went wide as she reached the end.

“Alvin mentioned a god as well. Or a Goddess, rather.” She threw a worried glance towards Millie. “He claimed that the entity spoke with Millie’s voice, and summoned me here along with the others. Which, if this note is true, would explain why…” Snuffed out like a light, it said. Was there even any hope of recovering that girl anymore?

Urgently now, she told Kendrick the rest of what she knew. “We first appeared in a church—but Alvin said he’d never seen it before. The entity working through his sister was gone by the time I arrived, but supposedly she called herself Lavielle.” She searched his eyes for any sign of recognition, familiarity.

“If the Heralds wrote that note, then it’s proof they knew about this Goddess and her connection to Millie. If they were after the kids from the start, then they must have known before we even arrived.” Either they wanted access to the power that had brought Anne and the others here, or they bought into what the entity had called herself: a goddess, and object of worship.

Better hope it’s not the second option. Power-hungry armies were one thing, but religious fanatics were some of the worst types of all to deal with.

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Anne Mayer
Aventon — Hunter's Lodge

"Actually, I was going to tell you about that." Anne composed herself quickly, remembering the urgency of their situation. The Heralds were still out there somewhere, and fretting over her possible mistakes wouldn't protect anyone from a second attack. "While I was escorting the kids yesterday, we ran into one of the Herald commanders, a woman. She wanted Millie specifically, and offered to spare our lives if we handed her over."

Anne looked over at the girl, still fast asleep and eerily silent. It was clear that the child lay at the very heart of this mystery, the sole connecting factor between the summoned strangers and the Heralds' unknown motivations—and they had yet to even work out the truth behind her current condition.

"Obviously we refused the offer, and the Herald backed down after receiving orders from higher up. I doubt they'll just let her go, though. There's a chance they could even come after you or Alvin to use as hostages." The Knight fished in her coat pocket, and brought out the small box the woman had given her the day before. She popped it open for Kendrick to see. "The woman gave me this before she left. Some kind of offer or token, though I'm still not sure what she really meant by it." She'd said something about 'falling into hell,' which all seemed like nonsense to Anne. Hell doesn't exist. Or if it is real, then we're already living in it.

Regardless, she was hoping Kendrick might recognize any of the items in the box. The necklace, the jewel, and the vial of fluid... The first two could have been read as a bribe, but that third object gave the impression of some deeper purpose, far beyond Anne's own frail understanding.

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Anne Mayer
Aventon — Hunter's Lodge

Most of the group seemed pretty eager to go and deal with whatever was lurking out in the forest, but Anne was glad to know that she'd still have some backup in the event that the worst came to pass. "I'll try and gather information down here," she told the others as they left, "We can fill each other in again when you all get back." She looked as serious as ever when she spoke, but the quiet confidence in her words was a show of her faith in their abilities. They'd survived the battle yesterday; they could survive whatever challenges this new day brought as well.

She wanted to believe that, even if harsh experience had made it impossible for her to think that way.

As the colorful backs of the otherworldly heroes passed through the threshold and out into the daylight, a new face loomed at the door. Kendrick wasn't an unwelcome sight, exactly, but his presence was a sharp reminder of what had happened the night before, and she already had an inkling of what he wanted to say to her. Not that this was something she could flee from even if she wanted—the Knight only drew in a quiet breath, and met the eyes of the weary guard.

"It's Anne. And yes, I was the one to tell him." Even after getting a long night's sleep, she looked completely worn out, in a way that went far beyond her sorry physical state. It was a feeling Kendrick surely knew by now: the pain, the guilt, the exhaustion that afflicted every single villager who'd survived the Heralds' attack. A single traumatic event could scar a soul for life, and when you repeated that, over and over and over again for hour after hour as your comrades died screaming around you—whatever was left of you, when the sun finally set, would never be the same person that had existed before. They'd be someone else, someone haunted. Something less than what they'd been before.

Anne had lived through the events of yesterday, just as Kendrick had. For her, the day before hadn't been much different. And the day before that... The weeks. The months. The years. Violence and loss and white-hot fear, stretched out in a bloody trail all the way back to her earliest years. Chipping away at her bit by bit, until all that remained was a brittle shell of a woman with eyes as empty as the dead.

And still she soldiered on, and tried to fumble her way to an answer. Why did I...?

"I didn't mean to tell him at first." She sounded quiet, contemplative. "But you were right: he's a bright kid. Maybe a little too bright. I left the lodge for a while to deal with some of the others who'd showed up, and by the time I came back he'd noticed something was wrong." The look in his eyes, his worry transformed into cold dread. "I approached him, and he asked... And I felt like it would be a betrayal, to try and evade or lie to him. That I owed him the truth, even if that was all I could give him." Would things have been different, if she'd gone with the others to defend the village? Would her power have been enough to push the Heralds back a few moments sooner, and save even a few more people?

She cast her eyes downward. "...No, those are only excuses. The truth is I was just too weak to face him."

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Anne Mayer
??? — Hunter's Lodge

"Alvin, wait—"

Anne reached out for the fleeing boy, but her fingers slipped as a ragged cough forced its way out of her lungs. Red flecks of blood stained the floor in front of her, and her vision briefly blurred, Alvin becoming a dark smudge of motion she could hardly keep track of. "—Damn it. Can anyone follow him?" The hunters, the guards, they must have seen. Surely one of them would at least keep an eye on the kid, and make sure he got back safely?

She'd have to hope so, because she wasn't in any state to run around, and her face was probably the last one Alvin would want to see right now. She could only stay close to Millie, breathing heavily as her vision returned to her, and wait until Remilia arrived to offer a healing hand through her blood-based paranormal power. As expected, she could only do so much, but Anne was visibly thankful nonetheless. By the end of the process her breaths had eased, and she looked more relaxed than at any point since she'd arrived on this distant world.

"That's a useful ability you've got there. It's like Kasim's..." Her tired eyes watched for any reaction to the name, but Remilia didn't seem to recognize it in the slightest. "...Never mind. I'll manage over here; you should go and help the others."

The minor exchange more or less confirmed what she'd overheard from the others' discussion: that these travelers weren't just from the far-off reaches of known space, but from outside her civilization entirely. The concept defied everything she knew, but that was the reality... And it only weighed her down with fresh feelings of hopelessness, as the impossibility of returning became clear. There would be no ships flying in to rescue her, and no method of communication with enough range to reach Aegis from wherever she was now. Her only bet was to rely on the same mysterious entity that had transported her here in the first place, an entity she still hardly knew anything about.

Exhaustion crept up on her, and without any remaining strength or reason to resist, her thoughts soon faded away into the dark of the rainy night.


By the time she woke up, the others were already gathering. With Millie still just as soundly asleep as she had been the evening before, Anne left the girl where she was, and ambled up to the rest of the gang of otherworldly strangers as they eavesdropped on the hunters' conversation. They still had no other leads left to go on, and it made sense that the proactive types among them would want to jump on solving this problem, but Anne herself was of two minds about it.

"Hold on." She held up a hand, her tone soft but firm. Though still a little pale, she seemed to be in better shape now that she had been even back at the church. "It'd be good for us to assist if we can, but we shouldn't rule out the possibility of another Herald attack either. And it's not like we need everyone just to chase off a few scavengers." She was still worried about Alvin, and even with her partial recovery she wasn't keen on the idea of trekking about in the forest all day. "Those of us who're less mobile in this terrain should probably stay behind and keep an eye on the village. Myself, Lily... One other would be good, but the two of us can probably hold the line ourselves if it comes to it."

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Anne Mayer
??? — Hunter's Lodge

Anne knew how it went. She'd gone through at least a dozen variations of this talk before, and had been on the receiving end of her fair share. Psychologists talked about desensitization, about hearts that turned to stone under the weight of too many deaths, but she'd never really felt that way—the pain persisted, every time. It just got harder to cry.

There was no sword skill or negotiating tactic to resolve this situation; all she could do was give Alvin the truth. She spoke softly, so that the others would not overhear. Clearly, so that he would not misunderstand. "Ywain died in the early stages of the attack. Fighting the Raven Heralds, as I understand it." She bowed her head slightly, feeling the need to pay her respects to the man. From the sound of it, he'd protected his home until the last, and it may have been because of his bravery that Alvin and Millie had even been able to escape at all. By extension, every villager in this lodge right now owed their lives to the commander.

Except that wasn't what really mattered, right now. A brother and sister had been left without a father, and no number of lofty accolades would ever fill that hole.

"Kendrick was going to tell you," she said, as she raised her head to once again meet Alvin's eyes. "He'll know more than I do... But please don't be too harsh on him. The loss hit him hard as well." The guard had been worried the boy might hate him, but Anne remembered what he'd said before that. Ywain did his damn best to raise them—and a lot of us under him did our best to follow. If there was anything that could help these kids now, it would be the bonds they shared with the rest of the town, the family that had cared for them in their own way since the very beginning.

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Anne Mayer
??? — Hunter's Lodge

Tired as she was, Anne didn't really show any visible signs of relief or relaxation when the two newcomers let down their guards. One less problem to deal with, she supposed. A thousand more lay in wait, like a horde of beasts with eyes aglow- but they could deal with those once everyone was out of the rain.

"Honestly, you're right to be cautious," she told them. "But we don't have much to go on, so we may as well trust each other until we can find out more. You can call me Anne." She tilted her head to indicate the direction of the lodge, then turned to limp back towards it. "The survivors have all gathered in one of the intact buildings over this way. It's not much, but there should be room for us to take shelter and exchange info with some degree of security." There was no way to make them follow her if they didn't want to, but as she'd just mentioned, it wasn't like they had much else to go on. She moved slowly enough, anyway, and that left them plenty of time to decide.

By the time she'd limped her way back, Lewa and Rayne were already returning with their own fresh face in tow. Anne, for her part, hailed them with a weary wave of her hand. "Good work." It seemed like everyone was in the same place now, and they could finally share info without any interruptions.

No sooner had she walked in the door, however, than she caught the look Alvin was giving her. Though she made no audible reply, her features spoke volumes in turn: tired, sad, filled with that bleak mixture of guilt and helplessness that so often accompanied bearers of bad news. Kendrick was supposed to be the one who told him, but... It was her he looked to, in the end. She would not turn away.

"Sanae. Would you fill in the others?" She seemed to know some of them already, which could turn out to be a vital clue. They could figure things out for themselves right now, though. "I'm going to check on the kids."

A slow limp across the room. Past the injured, and the nearly dead. She reached Alvin's seat and got down on one knee before him, so that their heads were at a level, where she could meet his eyes for a long few seconds before she dropped her gaze.

"I can tell you what happened," she said.

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Anne Mayer
??? — Razed Town

By the time Anne emerged from the lodge and limped her way to the source of the disturbance, the two strangers were already facing off. A tiny, silver-haired slip of a girl and a tall pale pretty-boy type, both dressed in completely different styles and carrying long blades. By the standards of the Knight Order, they weren't even that strange—Anne had fought alongside her fair share of weirdos in the past.

Just like the group at the church, however, the two of them spoke of places and people she'd never even heard of. The Netherworld? Wallachia? She rubbed one hand against her temple, already feeling a headache coming on. Just how much more of this nonsense would she have to deal with before the day was out?

"I expect she's here for exactly the same reasons as you." She spoke up as she came into earshot, though she doubted it was necessary to get their attention. Neither of them would have missed her approach even from a distance, and she could already tell enough about them to be certain of this fact. "Transported with little warning, across great distances, without any explanation nor obvious culprits. There are several of us here already, and we still haven't even worked out what planet we're on."

Her hands didn't stray towards her swords even as she drew nearer, and the green-eyed glare that fixed them both in turn spoke more of irritation than of fear. The scent of blood lingered thick around her, but it carried the same smell she did: chemical, artificial, and not entirely human to begin with. If he could sense the magic in Youmu's swords, Alucard would likely feel the blood-red power lurking within the Knight as well, though in her case it seemed less like magic than a curse, an insidious poison that slowly ate away at her even now.

"If you join us, we might manage to figure out some answers together. Or if you'd rather fight each other, then at least have it out somewhere else. This is a populated area, and the colonists here have already been through more than enough."

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