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@SevenStormStyle Ahh, a support Gem! Lovely~ Her and Vert should get along nicely!
@Akayaofthemoon I believe I've mentioned that real life comes first, and thus there's no need to apologize to us for prioritizing. Good luck with your dealings, Ayaka- hopefully everything works out in your favor.
@Akayaofthemoon Worry not, my dear. We can all be patient~


Natural Selection Arc


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Location: Lost Haven, Maine, Outside The Cowl’s Ironworks
Time: Natural Selection, Present

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Going to meet up with Justine was a simple enough detour. Once there, he explained more in depth what was going to happen- who he was working with, where they were meeting up, and what the basic plan was for extracting Racheli. After that, they'd gone their separate ways, to meet up at the Ironworks in a short while. Naturally, given Justine's power set, she arrived first. Goddamn teleporter powers. Luckily he'd arrived soon enough after that. Enough to get the basic gist of what was going to happen. He sighed again as he contemplated the fact that magic was apparently a thing. It was hypocritical, in a way, considering what he himself was. But at least his powers were based in some sort of science- albeit science so advanced that it would make most rational individuals' heads explode. But magic? Too many variables. Too many ways it could fuck with you, too much he didn't- or couldn't- understand about it. Well, he'd just have to spend some time understanding it, then. Find better ways to defend himself from such... interruptions.

Gabriel looked up as things started happening. Specifically, a lot of fire and pain inside the Ironworks. And then what looked like... watermelons? Watermelon turrets? Gabriel blinked in confusion, before shrugging it off. Magic or meta, powers are weird. Regardless, this was exactly the kind of chaos he was looking for. An opening to attack. He stood up, nodding over to Hydro and Justine, before taking off, situating himself above the unfolding carnage below.

It was about to get a lot worse.

vocal amplification, sir?

That would be lovely, Daedalus, thank you. He cleared his throat as the amplification took place, and began.

"Hello, and good evening, idiot criminals. Earlier today, I came across a number of your friends kidnapping a very dear friend of mine. In my graciousness, I made them an offer- return Racheli Desdemona to me, and I would let you all go about your business. Refuse, and things would get nasty. Well, guess what, kids? Your friends refused."

ARTEFACT Mode-02: LEGION. Engage.

A flurry of sparks rippled out from Gabriel's body, coalescing into shapes as they flowed outward. Very familiar humanoid shapes. In an instant, the air above the Ironworks was filled with literally dozens of robotic copies of Gabriel's armored form, all of them pointing their hands downward, palms and forearms glowing emerald green. All of the machines' eyes flashed in unison.

"This is the part where I hurt everyone," said Gabriel, his voice projected from every member of his LEGION.

Daedalus? Mood music. Your choice.

There was silence for the space of a moment. And then a very familiar song began:



As the tempo took an upswing, the LEGION drones began to open fire- each impact like a bomb blast, destroying vehicles, sending mooks flying, and generally just adding an enormous amount of panic to the situation. Gabriel and around a half-dozen drones took their chance, charging the doors of the Ironworks, particle beams blazing.

Hold on, Rach. I'm on my way.
Silas' new arcane revolver, Polaris, has been added to his CS.
Silas stumbled to his knees as he practically fell out of the portal, back into the Citadel. He never thought he could be happy to return to the hellish location, but it was better than being in that goddamn Library, staring his failures in the face. He cursed to himself, looking at his allies, all similarly out of sorts after the assault on their minds by that Abyssal, Nichts. He grit his teeth.

What a pitiful showing. By all of us. No information about the Seals. We didn't catch that monster, Sevrin, or whatever his name was. We lost to the Abyssal. What, in actuality, did we accomplish, aside from an armful of musty tomes and scrolls?

Such an answer then came as Souta stopped all of them, sounding somewhat urgent. Silas turned toward him, swaying slightly on his feet, eager to find something to do that involved sitting or lying down. His exhaustion evaporated somewhat as he heard what Souta was saying- he knew where another Seal was. Somehow, some of the information Nichts had assaulted him with contained the information all of them were looking for. Silas' eyebrows raised, shock evident on his face.

"You... you mean to tell me... that we got exactly what we were looking for, completely by accident?" He swayed again, now in shock. He started laughing- he couldn't help it, it was just... too funny. Everything they'd done, everything they'd gone through in that Library, and the very thing they were searching for just fell into their laps. He nodded, smiling, as he patted Souta on his shoulder in as companionable a way as he could.

"Great... great work, Souta. I guess. I mean, I'm not really sure what any of us actually did, but we got what we needed. So... thank you." He grinned as he walked off, any tiredness or delirium forgotten. In fact... Silas looked over his injuries, the ones inflicted by the Abyssal, after it had assaulted him with those energy... fragments, or whatever. The energy flechettes. That was an idea. Maybe he could do something with that. He walked off, buzzing with ideas, his mind putting together schematics and designs.

It looks like I have some work to do.
While somewhat contradictory to her character, I'm kind of excited to see what Fusions are possible with Vert. Perhaps she can be cajoled into it under dire circumstances. Or if she's really, really bored.
Vert: *raises an eyebrow* ...Other Gems're fuckin' weird.
I'm interested. I'm a huge fan of Celtic folklore and mythology, so getting to make my own Fair Folk? A delicious proposition.
Name: Vert
Gem: Verdelite
Appearance: Short at 5' tall. Has very pale green skin, long, shaggy, green-and-yellow-green streaked hair, and very dark, deep green eyes. Wears a dark green cloak with what looks like yellow-green lightning bolts along the bottom edge. Wears a black tunic and leggings under the cloak.
Gem Placement: Underside of her left wrist
Gem Item: Large goggles, such as welding or flight goggles
Power: Electric Slide- Vert can transform into a surge of electricity to move rapidly and to attack her adversaries. Incredibly powerful, but also incredibly hard to control.
Other: Vert's feet never touch the ground while she's awake. She's always floating, somehow, though she can't achieve true flight yet- only hover about an inch or two off the ground.



"Sigh... other Gems're fuckin' weird..."
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