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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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On 4/14/2026 (on my end), my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is now three years and ten months old, and the current thread is one year and four months.
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As he went through the papers, pretending to double-check the admin work, Ascot gave Alto credit where it was due; the latter was more perceptive than the former thought. The young man did not delude himself into thinking that Alto merely wanted to 'scout out' the opposition; if that was the case, the dossier would involve Mephisto less and his students more. Did Mr. Ganze share his own suspicions, or was it something else? Now, known history and business interests; what can he find?
The night was still young and Samoth was still delaying the return of the other St. Laurel's students as much as possible. Thank the God of Transportation for Rhea's public transport system. After chit-chatting a bit with the other Student Council members, Ascot would depart, taking his nightly leave of St. Laurel's itself. He would then go to the oldest of Mephisto's businesses, the one where the man would logically have left a record of what city he came from, if he was a foriegner.
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The accounting firm was inside a small office building; Ascot didn't go to the firm directly, because Interrogate Area worked on the building as a whole and not just component parts. In this unguarded place, Narrative Role of Familiarity worked without a hassle, and Ascot quickly found himself on the top floor of the structure the firm and nearby businesses worked in. Summoning the spirit of the place, Ascot asked three questions:
"Where did Mephisto say he came from when he bought office space for his firm in this building? What did he look like? Does he still visit here?"
The spirit was notably more human than the spirit of Rhea's walls. He looked like a very young man with wild hair, and a pinstriped suit.
"Hey, hey, hey, now, that's a lot of questions to just dump on the new guy." It said with a smirk. It lay back, floating in the air with his arms crossed over his chest. "Ain't there somebody more experience you can ask? Don't think you'll get too much out of me."
It looked like this spirit would be a bit hard to deal with.
Ascot nods. "My questions are fairly simple, though, and surely within your capabilities. Or are you admitting that you don't know everything going on here for some reason?"
"I didn't even know I was supposed to exist until just now, so maybe I missed something when I wasn't paying attention." He said as he shrugged. "The Boss hasn't been around for a while. I wasn't keeping track but maybe 3 or so years was the last time he came over in person, but he has plenty of middle guys coming around.
"When he bought the place, he went through like three different people so I didn't even know what he wanted it for. Crap, I think I only saw the guy come here once during the first year or so. His picture's public domain though, and I don't remember him changing any."
Another nod. Unchanging, just like King. The young man then drew his smartphone and searched for a picture of Mephisto himself. Once he was done, he would ask the spirit of the building one last question: "Has Mephisto ever mentioned any enemies?"
"Oh, to us? No, but there are so many that you barely have to look for 'em all. We get threats to the office all the time, but no one does anything to us because they usually find out we ain't got much to do with Mephisto at all," The spirit said. "Hey, wait, doesn't that mean you're his enemy as well?"
Ascot smiled. "Took you a long time to figure that out. But don't worry, I am not your enemy."
"Hey now, I've been alive for about 2 minutes so excuuuuse me!" The spirit replied with a toothy grin. "Anyway if you really want to find out something juicy about Mephisto, you should ask my sister on the outskirts of town. Here, gimme a map."
When a map was handed to the spirit, he'd point out a certain spot in the forest just outside of the city limits.
The boy thankfully had a map, and after having the location of the forest spot marked, he would dismiss the spirit of the building...
As he went through the papers, pretending to double-check the admin work, Ascot gave Alto credit where it was due; the latter was more perceptive than the former thought. The young man did not delude himself into thinking that Alto merely wanted to 'scout out' the opposition; if that was the case, the dossier would involve Mephisto less and his students more. Did Mr. Ganze share his own suspicions, or was it something else? Now, known history and business interests; what can he find?
The night was still young and Samoth was still delaying the return of the other St. Laurel's students as much as possible. Thank the God of Transportation for Rhea's public transport system. After chit-chatting a bit with the other Student Council members, Ascot would depart, taking his nightly leave of St. Laurel's itself. He would then go to the oldest of Mephisto's businesses, the one where the man would logically have left a record of what city he came from, if he was a foriegner.
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The accounting firm was inside a small office building; Ascot didn't go to the firm directly, because Interrogate Area worked on the building as a whole and not just component parts. In this unguarded place, Narrative Role of Familiarity worked without a hassle, and Ascot quickly found himself on the top floor of the structure the firm and nearby businesses worked in. Summoning the spirit of the place, Ascot asked three questions:
"Where did Mephisto say he came from when he bought office space for his firm in this building? What did he look like? Does he still visit here?"
The spirit was notably more human than the spirit of Rhea's walls. He looked like a very young man with wild hair, and a pinstriped suit.
"Hey, hey, hey, now, that's a lot of questions to just dump on the new guy." It said with a smirk. It lay back, floating in the air with his arms crossed over his chest. "Ain't there somebody more experience you can ask? Don't think you'll get too much out of me."
It looked like this spirit would be a bit hard to deal with.
Ascot nods. "My questions are fairly simple, though, and surely within your capabilities. Or are you admitting that you don't know everything going on here for some reason?"
"I didn't even know I was supposed to exist until just now, so maybe I missed something when I wasn't paying attention." He said as he shrugged. "The Boss hasn't been around for a while. I wasn't keeping track but maybe 3 or so years was the last time he came over in person, but he has plenty of middle guys coming around.
"When he bought the place, he went through like three different people so I didn't even know what he wanted it for. Crap, I think I only saw the guy come here once during the first year or so. His picture's public domain though, and I don't remember him changing any."
Another nod. Unchanging, just like King. The young man then drew his smartphone and searched for a picture of Mephisto himself. Once he was done, he would ask the spirit of the building one last question: "Has Mephisto ever mentioned any enemies?"
"Oh, to us? No, but there are so many that you barely have to look for 'em all. We get threats to the office all the time, but no one does anything to us because they usually find out we ain't got much to do with Mephisto at all," The spirit said. "Hey, wait, doesn't that mean you're his enemy as well?"
Ascot smiled. "Took you a long time to figure that out. But don't worry, I am not your enemy."
"Hey now, I've been alive for about 2 minutes so excuuuuse me!" The spirit replied with a toothy grin. "Anyway if you really want to find out something juicy about Mephisto, you should ask my sister on the outskirts of town. Here, gimme a map."
When a map was handed to the spirit, he'd point out a certain spot in the forest just outside of the city limits.
The boy thankfully had a map, and after having the location of the forest spot marked, he would dismiss the spirit of the building...
Now back in St. Laurel's, Ascot was not satisfied. He had found out what would be a wealth of information to other people - King being unchanging was the best bit - but there was nothing on achieving the happy ending that he wanted. More to the point, he was growing obsessed with Vittorio Twinveil, more than he had gotten obsessed with getting Alto and Clara together. Compared to making sure Vittorio - easily the most sympatethic character of the students of all three organizations - had his happy ending and stopped trying to kill Alto (did that guy have a death wish or something?), mere matchmaking was not enough.
There was also the fact that he had not gained anything more on Mephisto's identity except that he had a hidden agenda and unscrupulous means to promote it. That was also satisfying information to the anonymous Mephistos' students - the sibilings with light and smoke powers - that Michael had recruited for him. But it did not satisfy him. Stay detached, pull strings, his mind whispered. Too much focus on one objective will show all your cards. A nod from himself. I wish I can go talk to Alto part of him thought. Wait, why can't I? Samoth is away and he's my ally anyway.
And so Ascot went to walk towards where Alto was, using Narrative Role of Familiairty to make himself look like part of the Student Council...
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There was also the fact that he had not gained anything more on Mephisto's identity except that he had a hidden agenda and unscrupulous means to promote it. That was also satisfying information to the anonymous Mephistos' students - the sibilings with light and smoke powers - that Michael had recruited for him. But it did not satisfy him. Stay detached, pull strings, his mind whispered. Too much focus on one objective will show all your cards. A nod from himself. I wish I can go talk to Alto part of him thought. Wait, why can't I? Samoth is away and he's my ally anyway.
And so Ascot went to walk towards where Alto was, using Narrative Role of Familiairty to make himself look like part of the Student Council...
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Ascot was now decently clothed again, but not in his normal clothes or his St. Laurel's uniform. Rather, the sixteen-year-old was wearing a set of black jeans and boots, as well as a long-sleeved shirt and hooded cloak. A taser, grappling hook, and sleeping spray was at his belt, along with a smartphone and utility tools. Accompanying the young man as he rode the bus leading to the City Wall of Rhea were two students in hoods and cloaks, as well as Vernon; Ascot cannot conceal them directly with Narrative Role of Familiarity, but he didn't need to as the tourists in the bus accepted him as one of them, and by doing so, accepted those who accompanied him. The boy turned towards his boyfriend and the two other students; hopefully, all three knew of his plan; they would only have one chance as the wall, a great edifice of stone and concrete and magical materials, grew closer and closer...
A toothed grin hid behind Vernon's lipy smile he held out a hand and offered it to Willaim. ''Its a crowd and appaluse.'' In Vernon's filecabinet of a mind he had invisioned the tourists applauding them, as if it were a magic trick and the act was to give them all a razzel, dazzel. He had changed into black clothingminus the tee shirt which had a goth metal band's logo on it, and he lowered his hand. Part of what his father taught him; their fellas in the mafia would be ready to pick them up once everything had been cleared. Vernon smiled. "Such a lovely city isn't it?'' All the while he had been thinking, of luring the God or Goddess that gave hm his powers. 'Someday, I'll find you. Mister or Madam. They?'
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A smile as Ascot looked towards him. "It is a lovely city. A city that might have the answers we all seek." The bus stopped; it was as close as the group would get to the wall through legal means. Ascot, the two anonymous Mephistos' students, and Vernon would get down, and Ascot would go to the foot of one of the towers of the wall. Activating his Narrative Role of Familiarity field, the boy would make himself (and to a lesser extent, his accomplices) look like they had the proper clearances to get inside; the guards assumed they were from Rhean Intelligence.
This would be furthered by Ascot flashing an authentic-looking card given to him by his family. Normally, it would be useless for actual entry into classified areas, but with NRoF, it worked for now.
Ascot, gesturing to Vernon and Co. to stay close to him, would enter the Wall's watchtower while keeping up his field of narrative deception. He would then go to an elevator, and the group would be allowed inside. Said elevator, however, was small, almost claustrophobic, and furthermore had cameras inside. Nevertheless, Ascot felt like resting easily...
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Vernon had followed along, taking in what started to happen arround them, some of which interesting the rest familiar and done before. The clarences, the trickery, and the espioange had all been taught to him by shadowing his father. Vernon's father was a clairaudient so he knew his son would eventually need to know how to work around legal andsafe systems. Today Vernon had this as another real ordeal, the danger, the chance of death and exposure and the chance of being caught was all done before. So Vernon had a calm and cool, mind and he side stepped into the elevator he, smirked.
Lowering his head he clasped his hands together and had began to form a mock prayer, in which he took the role as a necromancer. It was to throw off the persons watching the cameras when shit hit the fan. "Oh Goddess Of Death, please help me guide the unrested and Near Death to the Realmsof the afterlife. As they have struggeled through life and are soon to be exempted from their suffering of this mortal coil.'' That last part was anothe code which Willaim understood as; Vernon casting their bodies in Ice/Snow to protect them. (And the unnamed Mephisto's students) To boot any magical sensory devices Vernon had actually invoked death evergy, which was a knack among The Family's true Necromancers.
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As the elevator to the upper part of the watchtower opened, the four would encounter five people in body armor pointing tasers and net guns at them. Their commanding officer, known as such because of his chevrons on his shoulders, said: "That would be enough. You don't think there's anyone here without immunity to memory alteration? Now surrender, kids; you'd be lucky not to be in juveile detention for this."
Asccot frowned, and spoke back to the officer: "Sorry, but our business is important, just as important as yours'."
And then the two students accompanying him attacked. The first one, who had the build of a slender girl, threw grenades of light that exploded like flash-bangs, disorienting the guards with brightness and sound. The second one, a heavyset boy, transformed into smoke that carried Ascot and Vernon up, up to the watchtower's roof, where the latter used his Scream for MY power to paralyze the sentries keeping watch*. Once the two were safely on the watchtower roof, the smoke kid went to extract his compatriot from the fracas below, while Ascot began making sure that the guards were safely dosed with knockout gas in addition to being paralyzed.
Then, the boy would walk to the centre of the Watchtower Roof, and, after relying on Vernon to freeze over or otherwise disable any cameras or sensory devices, prepare to use Interrogate Area.
With a serene blue light, the spirit of the city walls appeared. An extension of the spirit of the city as a whole, but more focused on watching over its people. This incarnation was like a steel-gray statue, wreathed in laurels and heaped with crowns atop its head. Some of the crowns were rusted, victories which had long since been forgotten. And yet, there was still one shining above the rest as the victor above all.
"Speak, agent of stories," The spirit said. "What is it that you would ask of me?"
Ascot pursed his lips, still looking around. He would then ask: "I want to know the backstories, powers, and secrets - as far as you know them - of the most 'interesting' people in St. Laurels, Mephistos', and the Vigilantes. Can you provide them to me?"
Vernon and the two other students ought to provide him with the needed time to take in such a wealth of information. Ascot then followed up with his second question, even as he held out his smartphone to record the encounter, "Also, can you tell me of what you have known of Mephisto himself?"
"...You do not understand my essence, do you?" The spirit said with a smirk. "I am but a spirit of these stalwart walls. There is nothing a human could do to attract my 'interest'."
The spirit looked down at the old walls. They were once well maintained, but now the many battlements and weapons of war which lined it were old and rusting.
"We would not even manifest without your presence, even if one who would destroy me were to appear, all that would mean is the dissappearance of a being who barely existed in the first place." It continued. "Place a name to your desires. Then I will be able to answer to them."
"This man, Mephisto, did not come from the city of Rhea. He travelled here 2 decades ago. He treads carefully, but never wavers in his confidence. He shows pride in all things, but especially in his daughter. Even now in his cell, he laughs rather than languishing.
What would you desire from this man?"
Ascot said resolutely: "I desire to know if he is an enemy or a friend of Humanity as a whole, not just an enemy or friend of part of it. I also want to know the story of Vittorio Twinveil and Zachery Smith. And finally, I want to know if Alto Ganze has feelings for Clara Deimos Erdigan as well as if King really is an Alien and what his true powers are, if those are within your power. Oh, and I noticed one Andreim Volkazar eavesdropping on me once or twice. What's his' deal?"
"...I will say this only once, agent of stories. Humanity's story, and the story of humans are two very different things. Your family has long since watched over humanity's story, but it was their own stories which buried them in the end." It replied. "Do not burden yourself with more than you ought.
"Still, as a watcher I am only privvy to thoughts said to the world, and the man known as Mephisto keeps them hidden away like precious jewels. There is nothing he has done within the bounds of my vision that would make him an enemy of humanity. However, not all is within my sight, and there are things he would be able to do without my knowledge. But he is evil, that is for certain.
"He seeks the downtrodden and angry. The misfortunate, the evil, all so he can use them for his own ends. Vittorio Twinveil is one such example.
"The demon which had made him victim escaped this dimension soon after. He nursed a vendetta for Alto Ganze as he recovered from his wounds.
"Feelings are not my domain. If Clara Deimos Erdrigan means anything to Alto Ganze, it stays only within his thoughts.
"There are any number of things King could be. Since the day he appeared he has not changed in any way, shape or form. I cannot say whether he is all that he says he is.
"I also cannot say what reasons Andreim Volkazar would have for eavesdropping on you, but I imagine it has something to do with how different you are."
Ascot then paused; sirens were sounding; the guards were being missed, but he still had two minutes. Enough time for two things. "Two last questions! One, does Clara still have some good in her heart? Two, does Vittorio still yearn for friendship?!"
"Do not let your heart cloud your mind, agent of stories. I am a watcher only, I can only see what they have done. Vittorio Twinveil follows vengeance blindly, and Clara Deimos Erdrigan follows her father's shadow. Whether they will continue to do so is neither in my knowledge, nor is it my concern." The Spirit finished. It seems as if their time was nearing its end. "Some final advice, agent of stories. You were meant to be the watchers. Though you have been given the permission, do not assume writing history will be easy."
As the spirit faded into motes of light, Ascot sighed and wept. He then told Vernon: "Give the signal: We got what we came for."
Vernon nodded, and at a push of his smartphone's button, the two Mephistos' students who had followed him - two Mephistos' students who actually had a use for what Ascot learned- went to the top of the roof; the smoke one carrying the flash-bangs one. Then, a bright flash of light, and the four young people vanished.
But it was clear there would be no easy answers...
*I am allowed to use Vernon while his player is away.
Ascot was now decently clothed again, but not in his normal clothes or his St. Laurel's uniform. Rather, the sixteen-year-old was wearing a set of black jeans and boots, as well as a long-sleeved shirt and hooded cloak. A taser, grappling hook, and sleeping spray was at his belt, along with a smartphone and utility tools. Accompanying the young man as he rode the bus leading to the City Wall of Rhea were two students in hoods and cloaks, as well as Vernon; Ascot cannot conceal them directly with Narrative Role of Familiarity, but he didn't need to as the tourists in the bus accepted him as one of them, and by doing so, accepted those who accompanied him. The boy turned towards his boyfriend and the two other students; hopefully, all three knew of his plan; they would only have one chance as the wall, a great edifice of stone and concrete and magical materials, grew closer and closer...
A toothed grin hid behind Vernon's lipy smile he held out a hand and offered it to Willaim. ''Its a crowd and appaluse.'' In Vernon's filecabinet of a mind he had invisioned the tourists applauding them, as if it were a magic trick and the act was to give them all a razzel, dazzel. He had changed into black clothingminus the tee shirt which had a goth metal band's logo on it, and he lowered his hand. Part of what his father taught him; their fellas in the mafia would be ready to pick them up once everything had been cleared. Vernon smiled. "Such a lovely city isn't it?'' All the while he had been thinking, of luring the God or Goddess that gave hm his powers. 'Someday, I'll find you. Mister or Madam. They?'
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A smile as Ascot looked towards him. "It is a lovely city. A city that might have the answers we all seek." The bus stopped; it was as close as the group would get to the wall through legal means. Ascot, the two anonymous Mephistos' students, and Vernon would get down, and Ascot would go to the foot of one of the towers of the wall. Activating his Narrative Role of Familiarity field, the boy would make himself (and to a lesser extent, his accomplices) look like they had the proper clearances to get inside; the guards assumed they were from Rhean Intelligence.
This would be furthered by Ascot flashing an authentic-looking card given to him by his family. Normally, it would be useless for actual entry into classified areas, but with NRoF, it worked for now.
Ascot, gesturing to Vernon and Co. to stay close to him, would enter the Wall's watchtower while keeping up his field of narrative deception. He would then go to an elevator, and the group would be allowed inside. Said elevator, however, was small, almost claustrophobic, and furthermore had cameras inside. Nevertheless, Ascot felt like resting easily...
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Vernon had followed along, taking in what started to happen arround them, some of which interesting the rest familiar and done before. The clarences, the trickery, and the espioange had all been taught to him by shadowing his father. Vernon's father was a clairaudient so he knew his son would eventually need to know how to work around legal andsafe systems. Today Vernon had this as another real ordeal, the danger, the chance of death and exposure and the chance of being caught was all done before. So Vernon had a calm and cool, mind and he side stepped into the elevator he, smirked.
Lowering his head he clasped his hands together and had began to form a mock prayer, in which he took the role as a necromancer. It was to throw off the persons watching the cameras when shit hit the fan. "Oh Goddess Of Death, please help me guide the unrested and Near Death to the Realmsof the afterlife. As they have struggeled through life and are soon to be exempted from their suffering of this mortal coil.'' That last part was anothe code which Willaim understood as; Vernon casting their bodies in Ice/Snow to protect them. (And the unnamed Mephisto's students) To boot any magical sensory devices Vernon had actually invoked death evergy, which was a knack among The Family's true Necromancers.
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As the elevator to the upper part of the watchtower opened, the four would encounter five people in body armor pointing tasers and net guns at them. Their commanding officer, known as such because of his chevrons on his shoulders, said: "That would be enough. You don't think there's anyone here without immunity to memory alteration? Now surrender, kids; you'd be lucky not to be in juveile detention for this."
Asccot frowned, and spoke back to the officer: "Sorry, but our business is important, just as important as yours'."
And then the two students accompanying him attacked. The first one, who had the build of a slender girl, threw grenades of light that exploded like flash-bangs, disorienting the guards with brightness and sound. The second one, a heavyset boy, transformed into smoke that carried Ascot and Vernon up, up to the watchtower's roof, where the latter used his Scream for MY power to paralyze the sentries keeping watch*. Once the two were safely on the watchtower roof, the smoke kid went to extract his compatriot from the fracas below, while Ascot began making sure that the guards were safely dosed with knockout gas in addition to being paralyzed.
Then, the boy would walk to the centre of the Watchtower Roof, and, after relying on Vernon to freeze over or otherwise disable any cameras or sensory devices, prepare to use Interrogate Area.
With a serene blue light, the spirit of the city walls appeared. An extension of the spirit of the city as a whole, but more focused on watching over its people. This incarnation was like a steel-gray statue, wreathed in laurels and heaped with crowns atop its head. Some of the crowns were rusted, victories which had long since been forgotten. And yet, there was still one shining above the rest as the victor above all.
"Speak, agent of stories," The spirit said. "What is it that you would ask of me?"
Ascot pursed his lips, still looking around. He would then ask: "I want to know the backstories, powers, and secrets - as far as you know them - of the most 'interesting' people in St. Laurels, Mephistos', and the Vigilantes. Can you provide them to me?"
Vernon and the two other students ought to provide him with the needed time to take in such a wealth of information. Ascot then followed up with his second question, even as he held out his smartphone to record the encounter, "Also, can you tell me of what you have known of Mephisto himself?"
"...You do not understand my essence, do you?" The spirit said with a smirk. "I am but a spirit of these stalwart walls. There is nothing a human could do to attract my 'interest'."
The spirit looked down at the old walls. They were once well maintained, but now the many battlements and weapons of war which lined it were old and rusting.
"We would not even manifest without your presence, even if one who would destroy me were to appear, all that would mean is the dissappearance of a being who barely existed in the first place." It continued. "Place a name to your desires. Then I will be able to answer to them."
"This man, Mephisto, did not come from the city of Rhea. He travelled here 2 decades ago. He treads carefully, but never wavers in his confidence. He shows pride in all things, but especially in his daughter. Even now in his cell, he laughs rather than languishing.
What would you desire from this man?"
Ascot said resolutely: "I desire to know if he is an enemy or a friend of Humanity as a whole, not just an enemy or friend of part of it. I also want to know the story of Vittorio Twinveil and Zachery Smith. And finally, I want to know if Alto Ganze has feelings for Clara Deimos Erdigan as well as if King really is an Alien and what his true powers are, if those are within your power. Oh, and I noticed one Andreim Volkazar eavesdropping on me once or twice. What's his' deal?"
"...I will say this only once, agent of stories. Humanity's story, and the story of humans are two very different things. Your family has long since watched over humanity's story, but it was their own stories which buried them in the end." It replied. "Do not burden yourself with more than you ought.
"Still, as a watcher I am only privvy to thoughts said to the world, and the man known as Mephisto keeps them hidden away like precious jewels. There is nothing he has done within the bounds of my vision that would make him an enemy of humanity. However, not all is within my sight, and there are things he would be able to do without my knowledge. But he is evil, that is for certain.
"He seeks the downtrodden and angry. The misfortunate, the evil, all so he can use them for his own ends. Vittorio Twinveil is one such example.
"The demon which had made him victim escaped this dimension soon after. He nursed a vendetta for Alto Ganze as he recovered from his wounds.
"Feelings are not my domain. If Clara Deimos Erdrigan means anything to Alto Ganze, it stays only within his thoughts.
"There are any number of things King could be. Since the day he appeared he has not changed in any way, shape or form. I cannot say whether he is all that he says he is.
"I also cannot say what reasons Andreim Volkazar would have for eavesdropping on you, but I imagine it has something to do with how different you are."
Ascot then paused; sirens were sounding; the guards were being missed, but he still had two minutes. Enough time for two things. "Two last questions! One, does Clara still have some good in her heart? Two, does Vittorio still yearn for friendship?!"
"Do not let your heart cloud your mind, agent of stories. I am a watcher only, I can only see what they have done. Vittorio Twinveil follows vengeance blindly, and Clara Deimos Erdrigan follows her father's shadow. Whether they will continue to do so is neither in my knowledge, nor is it my concern." The Spirit finished. It seems as if their time was nearing its end. "Some final advice, agent of stories. You were meant to be the watchers. Though you have been given the permission, do not assume writing history will be easy."
As the spirit faded into motes of light, Ascot sighed and wept. He then told Vernon: "Give the signal: We got what we came for."
Vernon nodded, and at a push of his smartphone's button, the two Mephistos' students who had followed him - two Mephistos' students who actually had a use for what Ascot learned- went to the top of the roof; the smoke one carrying the flash-bangs one. Then, a bright flash of light, and the four young people vanished.
But it was clear there would be no easy answers...
*I am allowed to use Vernon while his player is away.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tocsax nodded at Orpheus, his eyes filled with sudden compassion. "Yes, they did. And yes, he has joined the Thirteen Seekers, leaving only one empty slot."
Then, turning to Alex, Tocsax would say, "350 thousand of your credits, got it. Would you like them in gold, silver, or actual Chronos Credits? Note though that I have not finished giving the objectives yet; so it is...disconcerting that you guys are already asking for rewards." At Lukas asking for a Knighthood, the Keyblader would say: "You too?!" A sigh. "Very well; I am sure that the Basileus and Bassilisa would be honored to grant you rank and title."
Emperor Michael Sideros smiled at Lukas. "Very well, you will be added among the ranks of the Dynatoi, the Imperial Nobility, and given the rank of Megas Konostaulos; Grand Constable in your tounge. You get an income equivalent to several million Moogle Munny, which is the new inter-universe currency. You also have prime choice of estates in Hellas and Anatolia, estates with palatial residences already pre-built." He then pursed his lips, actually displeased. "But you get no legal rights over my subjects; our idea of nobility does not work that way."
Empress Maria di Italia nodded as well. "Same for mine. Our subjects are their own people."
She then continued, "But as Queen Regnant of Italy, I offer inclusion among the ranks of my own Kingdom's nobility, a seperate income payable not just in Moogle Munny, but also in gold, silver, platinum and diamonds, estates ranging from the Alpine border to Palermo, and everything short of legal rights over my subjects. But fair warning; the Senates of Rhomanion and Italia will ask that you prove worthy of the honors they pay for. Now, to complete what Tocsax wanted us to convey; the last objectives of the mission." The Empress then turned to her husband, "Dear, can you finally explain what the Princesses of Heart are?"
A nod from the Basileus, as he said, "There are seven women, not necessarily actual princesses, who have hearts of pure Light that cannot be corrupted by the Darkness. This is because these - non-literal - Princesses of Heart are actually the Light Half of the X-Blade, scattered across worlds and timelines. These seven women cannot be turned into Heartless, although they can create Nobodies, and more importantly, they can transform Heartless back into Humans with a touch. Your job is to go to these seven worlds, the seventh of which is a mystery, and find the Princesses of Heart, and then after those seven worlds, go to the Tomb of Ascot and turn Ascot back into a human."
"All potential help will be given you, including a Gummi Ship of your own, and we ourselves will have a fleet and an army of 30,000 men and women just close by, just in case we encounter Non-Heartless enemies, which Leo and the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness can throw at us -"
"Dear," said Maria, "you haven't explained what exactly the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness are..."
"Oh, right," Michael XIII Sideros said. "Well, the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness, which I think Tocsax mentioned before, are Leo's organization. They're an attempt to artificially create the 'dark half' of the X-Blade and have them attack or fuse with the Seven Princesses of Heart to create the X-Blade anew. They're also all incarnations of Leo, either his past self from another timeline, himself from the present, his Nobody and his Heartless, and people from The Circle that he has possessed. And of course, they're Keyblade Wielders, too; the reason they have not won yet is because they are incomplete."
Maria interrupted once again, "And by that, they are actually twelve in number; they have not captured their ideal candidate for the thirteenth Seeker." She looked at Tocsax, Orpheus, and then at Zarxe as he discreetly stood in the throne room, before looking at Tocsax again. "If they capture their ideal candidate for the thirteenth Seeker, all might be lost."
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Then, turning to Alex, Tocsax would say, "350 thousand of your credits, got it. Would you like them in gold, silver, or actual Chronos Credits? Note though that I have not finished giving the objectives yet; so it is...disconcerting that you guys are already asking for rewards." At Lukas asking for a Knighthood, the Keyblader would say: "You too?!" A sigh. "Very well; I am sure that the Basileus and Bassilisa would be honored to grant you rank and title."
Emperor Michael Sideros smiled at Lukas. "Very well, you will be added among the ranks of the Dynatoi, the Imperial Nobility, and given the rank of Megas Konostaulos; Grand Constable in your tounge. You get an income equivalent to several million Moogle Munny, which is the new inter-universe currency. You also have prime choice of estates in Hellas and Anatolia, estates with palatial residences already pre-built." He then pursed his lips, actually displeased. "But you get no legal rights over my subjects; our idea of nobility does not work that way."
Empress Maria di Italia nodded as well. "Same for mine. Our subjects are their own people."
She then continued, "But as Queen Regnant of Italy, I offer inclusion among the ranks of my own Kingdom's nobility, a seperate income payable not just in Moogle Munny, but also in gold, silver, platinum and diamonds, estates ranging from the Alpine border to Palermo, and everything short of legal rights over my subjects. But fair warning; the Senates of Rhomanion and Italia will ask that you prove worthy of the honors they pay for. Now, to complete what Tocsax wanted us to convey; the last objectives of the mission." The Empress then turned to her husband, "Dear, can you finally explain what the Princesses of Heart are?"
A nod from the Basileus, as he said, "There are seven women, not necessarily actual princesses, who have hearts of pure Light that cannot be corrupted by the Darkness. This is because these - non-literal - Princesses of Heart are actually the Light Half of the X-Blade, scattered across worlds and timelines. These seven women cannot be turned into Heartless, although they can create Nobodies, and more importantly, they can transform Heartless back into Humans with a touch. Your job is to go to these seven worlds, the seventh of which is a mystery, and find the Princesses of Heart, and then after those seven worlds, go to the Tomb of Ascot and turn Ascot back into a human."
"All potential help will be given you, including a Gummi Ship of your own, and we ourselves will have a fleet and an army of 30,000 men and women just close by, just in case we encounter Non-Heartless enemies, which Leo and the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness can throw at us -"
"Dear," said Maria, "you haven't explained what exactly the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness are..."
"Oh, right," Michael XIII Sideros said. "Well, the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness, which I think Tocsax mentioned before, are Leo's organization. They're an attempt to artificially create the 'dark half' of the X-Blade and have them attack or fuse with the Seven Princesses of Heart to create the X-Blade anew. They're also all incarnations of Leo, either his past self from another timeline, himself from the present, his Nobody and his Heartless, and people from The Circle that he has possessed. And of course, they're Keyblade Wielders, too; the reason they have not won yet is because they are incomplete."
Maria interrupted once again, "And by that, they are actually twelve in number; they have not captured their ideal candidate for the thirteenth Seeker." She looked at Tocsax, Orpheus, and then at Zarxe as he discreetly stood in the throne room, before looking at Tocsax again. "If they capture their ideal candidate for the thirteenth Seeker, all might be lost."
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