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Chronicles of the Six: Magic’s Awakening: A Magical Boy RP. Reboot

The great Fenghuang tucked her wings closed and stood as tall and proud as possible for a bird. She closed her eyes and nodded her head as Chesi began to talk. Up until a certain point. Frankly, on top of being indisputably the wisest sorceress in the land, Fenghuang also considered herself the most beautiful and most powerful and smartest. And most famous. And the most humble, of course. Not to mention the most gracious, as she had the tact not to call Chesi out in the middle of her explanation.

As for the others, she didn't interfere in their connecting with the summoned boys. Why would she? Although she was a little miffed that Denali had declined her want to swap charges. Then again, she couldn't deny that she already felt the draw of her element towards the reddish haired boy. Not her first choice for sure, but she supposed it could have been worse. With a sigh, she hopped towards him.

As for Eli, he had scrambled to his feet as soon as the bear appeared. His queasiness was long forgotten now in the face of talking animals, magical transformations, and imminent danger. If things had been normal, if they'd still be on Earth, he would have told everyone to jump around and shout and scare the thing off (and hoped it wasn't the 'play dead' kind of bear). It was way too late for that now though. Besides, his pals were actively fighting it. With elemental powers!

So long story short, everything was happening so much.

And Eli couldn't just stand around and do nothing! Conner and Gray were casting magic, David and Milo were pretty much flying and cutting, and even Noah was chucking shit. Eli wanted to help out too.

He looked down at Fenghuang as the colorful little bird approached him. Their eyes met, and Eli held his hand out towards her.

"We're partners, right? Everyone else teamed up with a little animal and we're the only ones left," he said. Fenghuang's eye twitched. "You guys are magic, or something? Give me some of your power so I can help my friends!"

The bird jumped up, hovering the air in front of Eli. Her feathers began to shimmer until they heated up, flames licking the edges of her wings. Eli looked on with wide eyes and braced himself, but with a small flash Fenghuang dismissed her fire and flew up to land on Eli's head. She made his hair even more of a mess, bending down to peck his forehead. "Ow!"

"How dare you speak to me so casually? And you demand things? Of me?" She scoffed, incredulous. "It is true we are connected, but I will have you prove yourself before lending you my power!"

"H-huh?" Eli lifted a hand and rubbed the spot she'd pecked. Could she just do that? Didn't the other animals say stuff about saving this world? Although Eli was glad to be here with his friends to support them in this weird abduction, he had to wonder why he'd even been taken along if his "partner" wasn't going to help him out. "How do you want me to do that? Do you expect me to throw hands with a bear...?!"

"...'throw hands?'"

"Like, punch it? Fight it bare-handed? Pun not in-"

"Yes yes. That sounds amusing~!" Fenghuang lifted a wing to cover her mouth, muffling a pretty and petty laugh.

Fortunately, Eli was not actually dumb enough to try that. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the other boys as they fought. Offering encouragement and suggestions was apparently the only thing he could do at the moment. "This bird's not cooperating! But you got this, guys! Just get it in the snout! The snout!"

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(holding 1 level up)
Word Count: 1011 (+2 exp)
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 224/50
Location: Dystopiascape - Port Meridian

After lunch (or for one of them, a second lunch), Pit and Roxas separated to continue exploring the area each on their own. Realistically, there were only so many things that could interest a teen-brained angel in the town. It was a port, but the Virgin Victory was the coolest ship in its harbor. There were plenty of shops around, but they catered to the common working person, monster trainers, and tourists. Cafes, restaurants, and food stalls were plentiful, but even with a stomach as big as Pit's there was a limit.

The only thing he hadn't really checked out yet was the farmland just outside of town. He hadn't been kidding when he said it was the biggest farm he'd ever seen - and he found himself wandering toward the outskirts of Port Meridian almost absentmindedly. Normally, before the whole Galeem recreating the universe thing, when he was deployed for air battles he only caught glimpses of farm lands while on the way to besieged cities or much, much weirder places. Seeing rows upon rows of grain and other crops organized into sections from the sky looked sort of cool. He didn't really think seeing it up close would be any more interesting (in fact it might even be less), but maybe he could get some fresh food for the road for everyone. There was kind of no telling when they'd end up a nice town next after all.

Despite the sky gradually growing darker with clouds, Pit decided to make his way out to the fields. He figured that he could beat the rain, but even if he couldn't he didn't mind getting a little wet. The only thing that might have given him pause was the weird feeling in the air. He couldn't quite place it, but there was a gradual shift happening. He glanced toward Midgar in the distance, wondering if it had something to do with that. Then he shook his head and walked a little faster.

When he got to the edge of the farm just outside of town, it was pretty much as he'd expected - lots and lots of fruits and veggies in rows extending out for a while. On one side of the path at least. The other was a fenced in field for a cattle ranch. Pit's attention was initially drawn to the cows. Cows meant fresh milk, maybe he could get a really good milkshake! But a rumble of thunder saw the ranch hands start to move their herds out from the open and towards shelter, pausing only to say some farewells to a traveling merchant that had stopped by.

While the man started down the path, Pit came up it, leaning over the ranch's fence. "Aw they're leaving? I bet that vampire-cow Pokémon has weird milk, I wanted to see!"

"The Mozzarina? Those aren't Pokémon," the merchant said as he approached, chuckling like it was silly to even think that. "They're Pals. Distinction matters!"

"Oh." Pit had heard Rui say "Pals" once or twice, but he figured it was just like calling her little critters friends or buddies. Scratching his head, Pit squinted at the animals as they were marched back into their barns. "They all just kinda seem the same to me."

The merchant tutted, holding up a wagging finger. "Not so! Every friendly monster is different. You wouldn't confuse a Nexomon for a Coromon, would you?"

Pit looked at the man, clearly baffled. Whether it was friendliness or a need to talk about his field of expertise, the pal merchant stopped to explain in more detail.

"See, they may be similar, but they all have their own quirks. Pals come in all shapes and sizes, and they have different elemental types. Some types are strong or weak against others. As they get stronger they learn more powerful moves that they can use in battle, and they're tamed by weakening them and catching them in spheres."

"That's exactly the same thing!"

"No, no... if you saw them up close you could see how different they are. Here, take this little one for example." The man dropped his pack to one shoulder and opened the flap. A little creature poked its head out, blinked, and waved at Pit. "This Ooblet doesn't look anything like a Pokémon or a Pal, right?"

Yes it does! Pit thought. He opened his mouth to say as much, but then there was a small noise by his ear promptly followed up Sandalphon's voice.

Another Consul! They just don't quit! And... two minutes?! Pit wasn't too far into the acres and acres of farm, but he was technically outside of the city. He would have to hustle. He was already turning away to get a move on when he finally spoke up again, with the merchant looking on curiously.

"I gotta go, I was just here for some food anyway!" Pit said, scooping up the closest crop - pumpkins, one under each arm. He raced down the road back to the port, calling over his shoulder, "And just so you know they totally do all look the same!"

He sprinted down the road back into town, then through it. With the storm now overhead, looking to unleash rain at any moment, the small crowds that had been milling about earlier had started dispersing. It made moving through the streets much easier, so there was that at least. He headed towards water, and when the bay opened up in front of him he spotted the Virgin Victory only a few docks down.

"Made it!" the boy said, leaping up onto the ship's hull. He sort of chucked the pumpkins he'd snagged into the ship's interior so that he could remain up top for now, materializing the Palutena Bow into his hands. Thankfully, the fruits' tough outer skin protected them from breaking open when they tumbled in.

It looked like he was one of the last of the Seekers to arrive - but now that he was there, Pit was ready to fend off would-be attackers, Consul or not.

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Level: 10 - Total EXP: 197/100 ------ Level: 7 - Total EXP: 246/70
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(both holding 1 level up)
Word Count: 1195 (+2 exp)
Location: The Under ➜ Gerudo Town, Sandswept Sky

The white robe scarf that Primrose wore let her avoid being plunged into the lake a second time. She glided through the air once out of the pipe and alighted on the lake shore, wet from the constant rain regardless.

Right away she could see that red light still shone in the people that lived in the city. The Radiance’s death hadn’t set them free, confined to its own prison as it’d been. That was unfortunate. But their job here was done and all that was left now was to move on. She turned her gaze away from the citizens and to where her fellow Seekers had begun to congregate. She found her fellow Orsterran looking practically miserable, stuck clutching a large umbrella between the stoic and space-taking Osvald and the cheery pun-slinging Ms. Fortune. Since Therion wasn’t about to let his lifeline (the umbrella) go, he endured it as the group got underway.

Primrose was still disquieted by the meeting with Asgore. The whole walk from the lake to their current ride she was thinking about everything the old king had said. There were certain things that she had to recontextualize in her brain now as well. If the spirits that remained after someone died were the blueprints of their life, did using them as she saw fit mean that person was denied the ability to return? Or were everyone’s true selves out there, somewhere, and their bodies and spirits were merely copies? And did it really matter, one way or another? Before this she had been under the assumption that the dead stayed that way, so was using their spirit to prevent their resurrection really any different? She had killed before, and knew she would do so again if it was to achieve her goals.

Primrose usually didn’t think so deeply about such things. Philosophical thought was the luxury of those that didn’t have to think about keeping themselves alive and fed, or avenging a loved one. She needed a distraction to put these thoughts into the back of her mind for good. That spa trip would really do well for that, so long as the Gerudo king claiming his throne didn’t put a damper on things. In the meantime, Ms. Fortune’s mention of wanting a new outfit caught the dancer’s ear, and she looked up at the other woman.

"There’s a woman in Gerudo Town who claims to be able to make outfits perfectly tailored to her customers," she told Ms. Fortune. "I’d been meaning to have one made myself, though things got busy."

She had definitely missed her appointment with that shop, though it had been a flimsy promise to return in the first place. Primrose recalled how suspicious she’d been then, of everyone, and though she was still wary of strangers she’d learned so much over the last few days that it seemed silly now. She’d visited with Panther, and thought about her as well. She hoped the girl was doing alright.

Next to her, Therion had his ridiculously sized umbrella closed up and slung across his back like it was a sword. He sat with one of Sectonia’s fire antillions in his lap with his arms wrapped around it, having unabashedly claimed it for himself to dry off. He’d also shed off his outer layer. He had no real interest in a new outfit, and definitely didn’t want to visit a bathhouse after being dunked into the lake in the Home of Tears. As soon as they got back to the desert he was probably going to dive into a sand bank and take a dirt bath like a chinchilla.

"I just need some sun," he mumbled, his forehead pressed to the antillion in his lap. It was his only contribution to the discussion while on the train.

Soon enough their cat-pulled car stopped at the Nyakuza Metro. Just like in the Home of Tears, the manhunt they’d endured here seemed to have ended. Hopefully things would stay peaceful, and they could go about their business - getting themselves on the Yellow Line. Obtaining pons or passes would be their first step, visiting Gerudo Town the next. Neither Primrose nor Therion objected to the suggestion of visiting Carnival Town, and neither did anyone else, so it seemed that would be the stop after next.

Everyone split up to handle things as they saw fit, whether it was sending minions to do the work for them, gathering the currency themselves, or even standing around sulking about it. As everyone came back together again, they’d find that Therion was the first to arrive at the entrance to the Yellow Line. It came as no surprise that he had simply headed right for the platform and stolen a pass from a poor unsuspecting traveler. He produced it from under his pocket only to show off that he was all set. With no intent to return to The Under, he’d also gone ahead and converted his geo into zenny, a more accepted currency elsewhere - adding 4,705 zenny to go with his handful of random other currencies, including a few pons. As it turned out though, he’d hardly be needing the pons if Ms. Fortune remained generous the next time they passed through the Metro. Finally feeling a little better now, Therion let out an impressed whistle when his fellow thief showed off her haul. So she wasn’t just all talk after all!

Primrose appeared a little later, this time opting to gather her pons rather than coerce an employee into letting her pass. The hunt for pons helped to distract her mind, so she’d bought her pass the old fashioned way… though she’d certainly opt for her friend buying any additional ones for her in the future. With everything sorted in the Metro, the crew hurried onto the next train bound for Gerudo Town.

Once they arrived, Therion shuffled out of the station and did just as he thought he would: fell backward onto the sand and let the sunlight wash over him. With the warm sand at his back and the warmer rays on his front, he was on his way to leaving the hellish experience with the water underground behind him.

"Finally," he said, letting his eyes fall closed. He knew full well that no men were allowed inside the town, but he was okay with that. He also knew that eventually the heat would get to be too much, so after a minute or two he hopped back up and dusted some of the sand off of himself.

"There’s an oasis with an inn not too far," he mentioned to the group at large. "I’ll be hanging out there while you all do what you need to do."

After all, he had no idea if Ganondorf’s plan was going to work. Or if the man even had a real plan. Maybe he’d be able to get the guys into town, but Therion would rather wait for the news under the shade of a palm tree than stand around outside the city gates. He split off from the others, leading the way toward the oasis for any like minded men.