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Nadeline sheathed her rapier and let out a cheer for their victory. Both Grant and Emiri would sigh in relief in unison, caught it, looked at one another, and just laughed. Looks like they were in sync today. Still, the entire team was verging on epic today. Chaos would fall to them in no time. For once Emiri was actually looking forward to fighting the Esper. Grant stretched his arms above his head, glad that the battle was short. Nadeline finished cheering and would clap Savayna's shoulder, clearly pleased with the outcome of this battle.

"Alright, let's keep moving, shall we?" Nadeline asked
The three viera stared at Francis for a moment, though he would see both Aloa and Ryua look at Mtra. She gave them both a sheepish smile, though she would nod. At that Aloa would beckon Ryua to follow her. The pair simply walked past Francis, through the Glyph, and there they would reveal the path to their village. Once the viera had crossed, Mtra would place both her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow. "A lapdog are we now?" Mtra commented lightly, circling Francis. "Hmm, I wonder. What are you really here for?" She asked with a slightly mysterious tone in her voice.
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As the two Viera would look to the in the silver attire(if one could call it that) and they would just walk past Francis, completely ignoring him. They would open up the pathway that would lead to their village. Francis couldn’t help but notice it and see a light at the end of the pathway. Francis would just release a slight sigh of surprise. That’s when the one that stayed behind would circle around Francis and just call him a lapdog. He took offense to that.

“Actually, I’m called The Golden Wolf, thank you very much.” He proudly corrected her on that. She would then ask him what he really was at the Viera Village of Eruyt for. He chuckled as she probably knew he wasn’t here for the news about Zodiark, though he would press on that afterwards. “You caught me. I am actually here for information about a group known as Utena.” He said. “I heard from Levi that you might know something about them, but more specifically, my son, Michelangelo Von Sicarius.” He said.
The cheers and pats to Savayna(once again) proceeded for a few minutes, but that was until Nadeline suggested they head on their journey to Nabudis. Everyone nodded and on they went. They would cross the bridge that connected the Grand Bower to the Corridor of Ages. Once they made it through that, and killing monsters when they would appear, the group would come to the entrance of the Necrohol of Nabudis. Even without being in the actual location, they could feel the intensity of the mist from it.

They would walk through the entrance and there they were in Nabudis. Wesley was feeling so angry right now. Just looking at this place he felt just as bit as angry as he was talking about it, perhaps a little more. Yes, it truly was a lot more than he thought it would be. “Can’t believe after all these years, I would be back here.” Wesley said as he definitely didn't want to be back in Nabudis, but he knew he had to so that they could get Chaos before anyone else would..
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The Necrohol of Nabudis definitely deserved the title. Even fromt he outside Mist was flooding out. Nadeline was reminded very much of the Feywood and Giruvegan, yet the Mist here was more...sinister. Empty. Like a void had been placed here. The entire group fell silent as they walked, and it was not because of being on the lookout for monsters. The entire place felt like something straight out of a ghost story, really. Their footsteps bounced off the walls, though Grant found the lack of monsters to be disturbing. The silence was starting to drive him crazy. The Mist and darkness also made it more difficult to see. Shadows danced around them, and the feeling of being watched would start to overtake all six of them.

The sound of the wind would call everyone's attention, though each person would hear it from a different direction, and the group came to a halt. Nadeline was pretty much on her toes, looking this way and that. She did NOT like this place, it felt like a ghost town. As she turned, bow at the ready, she saw what looked like a pool of shadows appear beneath Grant and Wesley. "The floor!" The princess called out, but at that point, what looked like several arms wrapped themselves around the boys' legs, dragging them into the shadows. Could it be Meli? If that was the case, she had a simple solution. "Holy--AH!" She screamed as her casting was cut off by one of the arms grabbing her wrist, pulling her up and off her feet. She dangled in the air helplessly, trying to break free, though more arms would appear and do the same to Savayna.

Emiri fired an arrow into the darkness, only to have it absorbed. As Nadeline struggled, Grant tried to break free, though he spotted something behind Emiri and Jaakuna. "The walls!" He yelled out before he got dragged under. The arms would grab the last pair, and Emiri felt like a dozen people were trying to drag her in. Nadeline let out a scream as she was pulled into the darkness in the ceiling, and Emiri felt herself sinking into the wall as well. The last thing she saw was Jaakuna before she too fell into darkness.
"Oh, I know who you are." Mtra grinned, stopping in front of him. It looked like she had struck a chord, though she did not want to insult him any further. As he mentioned Utena, her grin faded faster than a girl finally realizing she had been stood up on a date. She clucked her tongue and crossed her arms, as if contemplating something. After a moment, her smile returned and she let out a small giggle. "Fallen petals have a use after all, Wolf." She told him rather cryptically. "This garden is one filled with different flowers, and like the rose, they each have their thorns. They have eyes and ears everywhere...just by asking about them you've gotten their attention." She said, uncrossing her arms. "If he IS your son, why not ask him yourself? Though I suppose if you could you wouldn't be talking to lil' ol' me, would you?"

She flipped her hair once more, raising an eyebrow. "What exactly do you need to know?"
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The Viera spoke of flowers and roses and how sometimes different flowers have their own different thorns. She also spoke in such riddles in the sense that Francis seemed to get their attention by asking about Utena. Francis didn’t understand much what she said, but she would then bring up the fact that if he wanted to speak to Michel, he should go ask him, but then she would point out that if he could, he wouldn’t be in The Wood seeking answers. Francis smiled at that.

Francis would look at the Viera and pressed the side of his helmet and showed his face. “I wish to know two things.” He said and he would raise up his hand and show one finger. [b]“Number one, I wish to know if what Levi said was true about my son being in the group Utena.” He said as he pointed up his middle finger(index finger still up). “Number two, I wish to know anything and everything you know about Utena, that ranges from where they can be located and where they are gathered right now.” Francis said as he stared at the Viera sternly. He, however, found himself physically attracted to this Viera. It might just be the lack of clothing or just the way she kept on flipping her hair. Oh the gods, how his wife used to do that and it turned him on so much.
When they entered the Necrohol of Nabudis, everyone no doubt felt the intensity of the mist around. It definitely had that creepy vibe going about it. Everywhere they would look, they would no doubt be reminded of how the mist was in Giruvegan, as it was difficult to see anything and even when they did, the only amount of visibility that they had was right in front of them. The darkness didn’t help much either. Even if a few members of the group were wearing lightly-colored clothing, they would have a tough time barely seeing what was in front of them. Continuing more down the path that they were on, all of them heard the wind. It was ominous, it was spooky, and it was just totally out of place. Jaakuna found himself looking at a direction, Wesley also did, but a different one, and the same went for Savayna. This caused the group to stop and it only got worse from there on out.

Nadeline would call out something about the floor and before Wesley knew it, him and Grant were being pulled into the ground by some shadow. “Damn it!” Wesley said as he tried to tug himself up in some way, he even took out his Yagyu Darkblade and would stab at the ground, but no good. The shadows seemed to be unharmed by anything of the physical kind. Wesley was about to use his magick, but he would get to the point where he couldn’t precisely triangulate where to shoot his magick at. He also didn’t want to hit Grant by accident. He didn’t like this at all. Wesley looked up to Nadeline, seeing she was also being pulled in. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t my promise..” Wesley would say as he sunk into the darkness.

Savayna also felt something pull on her and just as she heard the screams of Grant, Wesley, and Nadeline, she looked at her arm. There were shadow arms pulling her up. She tried to wiggle out of the grip, but that only seemed to make the grip tighter and tighter. “Shit shit shit!” She repeated over and over again. She was about a good five feet in the air and by then, more arms grabbed around her neck, legs, and waist. She was fully constricted by these shadow arms and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her head would turn over and her eyes looked to Grant, a tear falling from them as she was consumed into the ceiling darkness.

Jaakuna definitely noticed that everyone was getting grabbed and he would hear Grant yell out something about the walls, but Jaakuna also was too late to notice it. Arms of darkness would grab Jaakuna and pull him with immense force into the wall behind him. He would resist to be pulled in any deeper. He saw that Emiri was also getting pulled in. He would reach his arm out, trying to get free, but one of the shadow arms would grab his own and slowly he sank into the darkness. “EMIRI!!!” Jaakuna’s only word as he was the last one to sink into the darkness.
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White. Like a wedding dress.

Nadeline had opened her eyes to see...the beach. Except the sky was full of clouds. No, that wasn't right, everything had just been dark, right? Where was she? She let out a slight groan as she sat up, sand warm beneath her. What was going on? Where did everyone else go? As she opened her mouth to call out for her friends, a seagull screeched. She then sat up, dusting the sand off of her, and she realized she was wearing a wedding dress. What in the name of ivalice was going on? As far as she could see, she was alone. Whatever was going on, though, she didn't like it. Her rapier was gone, too. She wondered if the person that took it was the same that put her in this dress. She bundled it up the best she could and began trudging down the beach. Gods the dress weighed a ton.

Is that all you have to complain about, princess? Savayna's voice echoed in her head.

She stopped in her tracks. That was Savayna. But...she didn't see her anywhere. Gods, this was getting annoying.

Aww, look at that, how cute. Emiri's voice joined in.

Great, she finally went crazy. So where were Jaakuna and Wesley? Are they going to make fun of her, too?

As if. Bitch thinks she's all high and mighty. Jaakuna's voice scoffed.

Unbelievable. So selfish. Savayna's voice laughed.

It must be nice to be so free. Emiri's voice added.

I envy her. She gets to have it all, and still has the gall to complain about things? Wesley's voice joined in.

Nadeline picked up her dress and began walking again, though she noticed it got heavier the more they spoke.

Struggle, struggle! Savayna taunted.

Even so, this is nothing. Emiri noted.

Unlike Miss Princess, we know what it is to struggle. Jaakuna snarked.

We know what it is to lose...what could she possibly understand? Grant had now spoken.

"You can talk all you want." Nadeline spoke as she kept walking, though she was having a considerably difficult time. "I know I'm selfish. I know I think I'm better than everyone else." She told them, at this point just dropping the dress and trudging along. "I know all that already. Keep trying, though, it's adorable."

Oh, I know something~ Emiri sang.

At that point, the ground beneath Nadeline shifted, the sand going towards the sea. The waves crashed at her feet, making the dress heavier and harder to walk in. At that point she figured she may as well walk around naked, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't get it off. What was going on?

What, you think you can take it off? We can't erase our memories. Savayna chided as the sea dragged Nadeline back.

"I know that! Shut up!" She yelled, trying to pull away.

Hehehe, you're scared. Emiri giggled.

Ah, you can't swim, can you? Wesley said.

Oh? Miss Perfect has a weakness? Jaakuna asked.

As they spoke, the water was already to her waist. Nadeline ignored them for the most part, but it seemed the harder she fought, the more difficult it got to move. At this rate, she would be swallowed by the sea.
Red. So much red.

Grant had opened his eyes to find it everywhere. He recognized the room, somehow he had been taken back to Rozarria. This was his father's room. He always found a fondness for the color, Grant remembered. He slowly stood up, looking around. Someone was on the bed--but who? He approached the figure slowly, and stopped when it shifted. The blankets fell off, revealing a woman with jet black hair, same as his, and incredibly soft, brown eyes. She looked at him for a moment, and then smiled.

"Mother...?" Grant asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Who else were you expecting, darling?" She asked him with a slight giggle. "Come sit with your mother, you look like you've seen a ghost!"

That would make sense. Grant reached out for her, touching her shoulder, and it felt real. She looked real. Felt real. She even had the same lilac perfume he loved. No, this wasn't right, something was wrong. He shook his head, backing away from his mother's concerned look. He backed up into a vase, knocking it over, though he tried to catch it and failed. It shattered once it hit the floor, the glass spreading everywhere. That had been his mother's favorite. He looked back to her bed, only to see her lying down. Her face was so pale, her eyes rather glassy. Her hands were folded together on her stomach, and she looked so frail.

"No...Mother...Mother!" Grant called as he went to her taking her hand.

She seemed to hear him, her eyes slowly traveling to him. "Oh my little Grant...I'm so sorry I won't get to see you grow up..." Her voice was raspy, quiet, almost inaudible.

He knew this scene. He knew what would happen next. That didn't stop the tears from falling as she slowly closed her eyes, the last of her life fading. Twice he had been forced to watch her die. What kind of sick joke was this? A flash of lightning temporarily blinded him, and before he could do anything, she had disappeared. Where had she gone? What had happened? He looked around, desperate to find her, only to hear a blood curtling scream. It sounded like Reia--was she here too? He shoved the doors open, running down the hall, stopping just before his father's study. Sure enough, there was Reia, hands over her mouth, tears down her young face. And there was his brother, knife in hand, standing over the body of their fallen father.

No, no, not again, anything but this. Roland looked first at Reia, the girl completely broken down and a sobbing mess, then at Grant, frozen in terror. Dear gods, why was he being forced to relive these moments of his life? Another flash of lightning, and now things had changed yet again. He was now in the gardens, and he remembered this too. Emiri stood before him, a bag of her things in one hand. "I can't live like this anymore!" She yelled at him, shaking her head. "I'm not...I'm not a doll...I'm not to be used as everyone pleases!" He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He regretted never saying so.

It was then he realized what was happening. Another flash of lightning, another moment of regret in his life. He was relieving it, over and over. What kind of hell had he been dragged into?
Blue. Was that the sky?

Emiri had opened her eyes, but she didn't believe what she saw. The sky was above her, a few clouds floating by here and there and looking overall pleasant. It was a startling difference from the darkness that was Nabudis. Had she been teleported somewhere? The wind was pretty strong, now that she thought about it. She was definitely outside. She sat up slowly, her hair getting picked up by the wind. As she searched herself, she found her bow, bag, and quivers missing. As she stood up, she noticed that she had been lying down on what seemed to be glass. Not only that, but as far as the eye could see, all she saw was sky. She was high up. Very high. Her knees buckled and she had to close her eyes to prevent herself from having a complete panic attack. So she had somehow gotten in this weird place way high up. Big deal. No problem. Yet as she tried to assure herself, she felt her whole body tremble. She found herself completely frozen, wind blowing against her. Oh boy she was starting to feel nauseous.

"Emiri!"

Her eyes snapped open, and on instinct she looked down. She let out a rather terrified squeal, though she then spotted Jaakuna hanging off the edge of the floor. Oh no. She needed to help him. Somehow. "Jaakuna...!" She called out to him, though as she tried to move forward she found herself literally paralyzed by her fear. "Hang in there! I...I'm coming to get you!" She assured him rather pathetically.

"No rush, babe." He told her, though she told tell that was a big fat lie. He realized this and looked at her. "Just...take it one step at a time. Focus on me, okay?" She would nod, and force herself to slowly--ever slowly--move one foot forward. One step. Two steps. Her knees wobbled again, and she accidentally looked down. She let out a cry of terror as she sank down to her knees. This wasn't fair at all, how the hell was she going to manage to get to him? Oh boy, she was going to lose it right here. "Emiri, listen to me." His voice called out to her, and she looked at him. "Look at me. Look at me and nothing else." He would then smile. She nodded, and would begin slowly making her way towards him.
"Fallen petals have a use after all." Mtra repeated, her expression one with much more seriousness behind it. "Though I can say this much: Michel the Chamomile is indeed a member--a high ranking one at that. You should be proud. Him, Meli the Camellia, and Lola the Magnolia...all such beautiful flowers in their garden. But the most beautiful of all has to be that of the Forgotten Flower, the Blue Rose." She hinted to him, placing a hand on her hip as she pointed to a flower close to the pair. Unlike other plants, this one was a vibrant blue, clearly unnatural. "Where are they located? Everywhere. Where are they gathered? In the shadows of the sun. If you have to ask, you need not know. But if you need to know, you have only to ask." She walked over to the blue blossom, plucking a petal.

She let it fall to the ground, and a flurry of blue petals burst from it. They danced around in the wind, multiplying and fusing together, forming a human shaped figure. They then slowly started falling off, revealing a woman of striking beauty. Once all the petals had fallen, they swooped together and formed a rose in her hair. "A father concerned for his son. How I envy that." She stated, her voice rather sultry. She eyed Francis with amber eyes. "You are dismissed, Mtra. You will be of no use to Sir Sicarius." The viera bowed deeply, winking at Francis, and she too would take her leave, back to Eruyt. "An Archadian Judge, do you wish to pluck one of my flowers from their homes?" She asked him.
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As Mtra spoke about how Michel was a high-ranking member of Utena and that he should be proud. Francis wanted to be proud of his son, but he couldn’t. Or rather, he refused to. His son chose a dark path and only by finding his son and taking him away would Francis be able to save his son. That’s when Mtra would make the mention of a blue flower, well the Blue Rose. Francis raised a brow to this. She was still talking about Utena, as each member seemed to have a title in reference to a flower. She would call this last one unnatural. Francis didn’t understand what she meant, but as he would think about it blue rose petals would dance in the wind and soon would reveal a human shape. As it took form, Francis would see a rather…exotic woman before him. Eyes of the amber shade and blue hair like the rose that was within her hair.

Francis also found this woman quite attractive, but it was probably cause of the gigantic hooters on her. Francis regained his composure of seriousness long enough to hear the woman before him say something about Mtra being no use to him and that’s when Mtra would wink at him. Wait, did she just wink at me? She must like me! DAMN IT! I SHOULD HAVE ASKED HER OUT! STUPID FRANCIS! STUPID STUPID STUPID! While he cursed himself mentally, the woman would say something about plucking a flower from their home. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “You got me all wrong.” He admitted. “I merely wish to speak to my boy, miss…” Francis said,



Wesley was…alive? No, that couldn’t be right, and yet here he was, breathing the air of Ivalice. He sniffed the air and it was so clean. There was a certain freshness about it that made Wesley somehow feel very good, but then he opened up his eyes. The air he smelt was a façade, the freshness he would sniff was false. He was deep underground, chained up. It wasn’t the kind of chain that was metal or even physical. These chains seemed to be purely made of magick. The very touch of them burned his skin. He would look over and he saw Nadeline chained up as well, but something was very wrong.

Wesley saw her clothes ripped up, mainly around the chest and pelvic areas. She was dripping from her lower body, in sweat, in blood, and in some white stuff. The rips in her clothing revealed exposed breats and her privates, she also had cuts around her body, mainly arms and legs. Wesley didn’t know what was going on, but then he would seea man coming in.

The smell of him just reeked of booze and body odor. The man was old, that’s for sure. He had to be at least in his fifties. He was really heavy set. His hair was long, as it came to his shoulders and it had a salt and pepper color scheme going on. In his head was a red bandana over his hair. Wesley saw that his skin was wrinkled, but had a dark tan going on.. Wesley also saw that his eyes were the most god-awful shade of yellow he had ever seen. His teeth shared the same shade. The man was wearing raggedy clothing that were so worn out that holes were showing up all over the place. His white shirt had holes, his black pants had holes, the gloves on his hands had holes, just about everything did.

When the ugly pirate looked at Wesley, he smiled with the most hideous smile that Wesley had seen. He didn’t understand why Wesley was here, he didn’t understand why Nadeline was there chained up and unconscious, and he didn’t understand who the man in front of him was.

“Who are you? Why am I here? Why is she chained up? WHAT’S GOING ON1?” Wesley asked question after question.

At that point, the ugly man just laughed in such a creepy way. “You’re just in time for the show, Wesley of Dalmasca.” He said as his creepy laughed continued.

“Just in time for what?” Wesley asked concerned exactly what he meant by that. “You didn’t tell me who you were though?” Wesley asked again.

The man smiled even more. “You can just call me Sylvester.” His creepy laugh took full effect once more.

Wesley didn’t understand. Was this man his brother? No, that wasn’t right. His brother was nothing like this man, he was older than Wesley, but only about seven or ten years. He was nowhere the age this man appeared to be. “Okay, Sylvester, why don’t you just let us go? We have done nothing to you.” Wesley pleaded with Sylvester.

He just smiled. Sylvester had just smiled and laughed. “I know, Wesley of Dalmasca, but that doesn’t change anything~” He said in a cheery, creepy voice. “Now, just relax Prince, this will be quite the show.”

The man known as Sylvester turned his attention to Nadeline and licking his chops. He would stroke her hair with his greasy, dirty, repulsive, disgusting hands. This triggered anger on Wesley’s face. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” Wesley yelled out.

Sylvester would look over to Wesley, chops still being licked. He would laugh so creepily. Though, his gaze would go back to Nadeline, touching her locks with his hands. He would sniff her hair, then sniff her face, and continue this all the way down her body, crouching as he did so. Wesley could only watch in horror. Sylvester would then proceed to grope Nadeline all over her body. He would take his fingers and run them gently across her breasts, between them, around them, and then squeeze them. All the while he was looking to Wesley as if wanting him to make sure he was watching. Sylvester would then motion his body behind Nadeline. He would start to lick her neck and Nadeline was starting to come to.

‘W-Wesley? What’s going on?” She said as her eyes would start to open and she saw Wesley across her view. She definitely felt the touching and licking of her body and as she would trail her gaze over to what was behind her, she saw some dirty old man. A shriek of terror and fear was released from her mouth. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP IT!” She cried out, but Sylvester just laughed and would grope Nadeline more and more and he would even run a few of his big, dirty fingers along her pelvic area and inside her. Nadeline screamed out, she would wiggle, but that wouldn’t help any. She was chained up and all she could do was suffer from it.

Wesley was mortified. He had to look away, but he couldn’t. It was like something was forcing him to look at what that Sylvester guy was doing to his fiancée. Wesley was just so horrified. He couldn’t help her, he couldn’t save her. There was just nothing that he could do but watch in the terror that Nadeline — the light of his life — was getting raped. Wesley found himself crying. His tears flowing down his face, and hitting the ground. Multiple tears were falling and Wesley let out crying noises. “Nadeline, I’m so sorry. I can’t help you. I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry..”



Where am I?

Savayna was lying in the snow. She was shivering, but as she would look around, she would see a familiar view. She was in her homeland of Snowfall Village in the country of Nevicata. She saw it was the same as when she last lived in it. The snow was all over, but the river that ran through the entire village was unfrozen. It was as if she never left it, but she clearly remembered it being destroyed by the Archadian Empire right after her wedding to Jaakuna. So, what happened? She remembered being in Nabudis.

Savayna would walk over the bridge and something made her want to stop. She looked into the clear waters, and she saw herself, but a younger version of herself. Like, a twelve-year-old version of herself. She remembers now. Savayna was somehow teleported back in time and to the exact day that she was shipped off to Archadia to meet Jaakuna. Savayna really couldn’t believe it. She was so happy that she was dancing in the snow, even as snowflakes would drop from the sky, she twirled around, laughing, and just so happy.

And then everything went dark.

The icy-blue clouds and flakes of snow were gone. She saw red and black skies, fire all around her village and she would look back into the water and saw herself as she was in the present: at the age of twenty-four. Savayna didn’t understand, so she walked to her old home, but as she did so, she looked around the village, and there was blood. It was a massacre. Her mouth led out a scream. It was because of one person she saw. Her father getting killed and by who? Judge Hamut. His Mega Flare sword impaled her father. She didn’t feel anything else but sadness. She ran over to her father, and as she did, she passed right through Hamut and her father. Savayna was so confused, but her eyes were full of tears, she just couldn’t focus on her confusion. As she would cry out for her father, she saw a few familiar faces.

[b]‘Wesley…Jaakuna…Emiri..” She looked on as they would appear around her, “Nadeline…Grant…Vincent…”

She looked at them with happy eyes, but then they turned their backs on her, and each gave her a look. “What are you doing guys? It’s me, your friend Savayna.” She said crying to them.

“Who said we were ever friends with you?” WEsley said.
“You’re just a whore.” Vincent said.
“You almost killed me on several occasions.” JAakuna stated.
“You almost killed me!” Emiri added in.
“You’re a slut and no one likes a slut.” Nadeline said.

Everyone would speak and she heard it all. The tears, the shame — all of hit was so over face that it literally shattered her into pieces. “Grant, you don’t feel the same, right? I mean, you’re not like them. You love me!” Savayna would plead with him, grabbing his hand and he smacked it away.

“You’re a dirty, filthy slut. You actually thought I loved you? You’re cheaper than a one-gil whore and I’m of royalty! I could never love a piece of trash like you.” Grant said cruelly.

Savayna’s world was now torn. She felt her heart pumping, but not in the good way. She was on her knees and she couldn’t feel anything. Everything they said was true. From the fact that she tried to kill Jaakuna and Emiri to the harsh reality that she was a whore. She did fuck a lot of guys in her time, so of course no one would want anything to do with her. “You’re all right. I am nothing but a whore — a good-for-nothing whore who deserves every bit of this.” Savayna smiled at how pathetic she was.

Savayna looked up and saw her father walking towards her. When he got right next to her, he knelt down to her eye level. He took his hand and lifted her head up. Savayna would look at him with wonder and an anger of complete disgrace took over him. “You make me sick! To think, the daughter that I once showed off to the world is no better than a street whore!” He said as he would walk away.

As he would, the others would as well. Jaakuna walked away, Emiri walked away, Nadeline walked away, Wesley walked away, Vincent walked away, and Grant walked away. They all walked away and faded out. Savayna found herself crying on the dirt that she felt that she belonged on.



“We are here to commemorate the crowning of our new Emperor, Jackson Tunick Darcone, the rightful heir to the throne!” The Grand Magister said.

Sitting upon the throne was Jaakuna. There were several chairs lined up as he saw. There were his two brothers, his cousin, all of his friends, and his darling beloved, Emiri. He also saw his Father and mother. Both smiling, both so happy for their son. Vincent was even so happy for his brother, Roman was as well. Everything seemed so right. Jaakuna was about to be crowned. He closed his eyes and counted to three.

One…

Two…

Three….

He opened them and everything changed. He was no longer in the Grand Cathedral, he no longer saw his family sitting in the front. He wasn’t even in the building. He was in the emperors office, sitting beside his brother Vincent. His father stood in front of them. Jaakuna remembered this moment. This was where he thought he killed his father, but something was off. His father was standing there, but was already dead. Vincent was sitting there, but had a dagger in his chest. Jaakuna stood up and soon blood starting pour from his clothes. He looked around and he saw dead bodies. He was mortified.

Jaakuna wouldn’t be so horrified if it wasn’t for the fact of who the bodies belonged to. He saw Nadeline, Wesley, Grant, Roman, Savayna, and his mother. They were all dead, scattered about and Jaakuna didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. They were all dead and he felt like he was to blame.

“EMRI!” Jaakuna cried out.

In through the door, Emiri came, dressed in a single white dress and white shoes. It was pure just like her. She just walked around the dead bodies and hugged Jaakuna. The two of them held each other for a few minutes without saying a single word. She would look at him, stroke his face, and they would kiss, grabbing each other, but Jaakuna broke free. “Can you do it?” He asked her.

She looked over at all the dead bodies. “I sure can! Just give me a few minutes!” Emiri cheerfully said.

She would look to the dead bodies. She first looked to Nadeline. “Oh dear, what have we here?” She said as she placed a finger on Nadeline’s forehead and she reverted time to heal Nadeline. She would wake up and stand up as well. Emiri would then go to Grant, and the same thing happened to him. She would go to Savayna, Wesley, Vincent, Jaakuna’s Mother, and Simon. Everyone was alive. They all were hugging Emiri, but she would soon fade away in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry Jaakuna, but it seems that I overused my powers. Goodbye my love…”

When Jaakuna saw her fade away, his world was lost. He couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it, but Jaakuna wanted his friends and family back, but at what cost/ Emiri used her powers too much in such little time and now she was gone from this world for good. Jaakuna fell to the ground, soaking his clothes in crimson blood. He cried and cried and then through the door in a loud bust, Justine came in.

“YOU PROMISED ME JAAKUNA! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET HER USE HER POWERS ANYMORE!” As Jusitne said that, everyone would corner Jaakuna.

At the same time and in repetition, they repeated “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT1”

Jaakuna shook his head, he held his head and repeated “no, no, no”, but the volume of the others’ telling him that it was his fault overtook his own repetition. Jaakuna was crying and he found himself agreeing with everyone. “You’re right, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry Emiri — I just wanted my friends and family back — I didn’t want you to die. Please forgive me.” Jaakuna just kept on saying that in succession of it all.
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What's wrong? All you have to do is move forward. Grant asked.

It's heavy isn't it? That weight is on us every day.

Not that a spoiled girl like you would know.

Poor little princess, better hurry or you'll drown!

All their voiced were distracting, much more so as they were literally the cause of the weight on her dress. Nadeline felt like it was pointless. The water was getting closer and closer, and although she didn't want to admit it, she was just about starting to panic. She was more afraid of the water than the voices, but they were driving her crazy. The waves were around her waist. At least if they were in front of her, she could smack every single one of them so they would shut up. But she couldn't give up yet. She didn't know why or how, but she knew if she gave up it'd all be over.

"Nadeline."

The voice was physical, she heard it. She stopped struggling long enough to see her looking at herself. She stood on the shallow part, staring right back at her, though she did not wear a wedding dress. Instead she had her usual clothes. What in the world was going on?

"And you are the manifestation of my sins?" She asked her rhetorically. "Spare me the stories, I just need to get out of here."

"No...I don't think I am. I am rather unsure about my purpose here." She admitted rather wholeheartedly with a small shrug.

"Well then, other me, if you could offer me any advice on how to get the voices out of my head and his stupid dress off, I would be more than happy to hear it, please."

The other Nadeline thought to herself for a moment. "You could...always just drown. What's the worst that will happen?"

She nearly tripped. "Are you insane?! I could DIE. I...I cannot swim, and even if I could this stupid dress would probably make me sink to the bottom of the ocean."

"How do you know that?"

"Anyone with a brain could figure that out, dear."

"Anyone with a brain would probably have taken off the dress when it started getting heavy."

Wow, was she really this annoying? Despite her earlier threats, she couldn't quite hit the other Nadeline. "You are not helping."

"Why should I help you? You can help yourself. You're not like the others. This isn't affecting you like it is them."

"Them? You...You mean everyone else is going through things like this?!" She asked, rather alarmed.

She nodded. "Don't you hear the voices? They sound cruel, but they're speaking logically. Everything here is logical, even if it doesn't seem to make sense." She told her, pointing to the dress. "Your burdens being the dress, your unwillingness to let them go is why it's heavy, the voices are your own mind speaking your insecurities...The worst thing that you're afraid of is drowning. Which...is perfectly rational considering you cannot swim, so that's why we are on the beach. But you're also wearing a wedding dress. So...you tell me, Smart One."

Nadeline stopped moving, the waves crashing onto the two of them. "Then...that makes you my rationality."

"Bingo~" She winked. "Trust me. Trust yourself. Go to the sea...your friends need you."

Nadeline finished moving, letting the ocean take her. She simply looked up at the sky. The water covered her torso, slowly rising more and more. Soon it reached her neck, and at this point, she closed her eyes. Soon she was underneath the water, but as she opened her eyes, she was met with the view of a ceiling. This one was rather familiar looking, and as she looked around, she realized she was back in the Necrohol of Nabudis. Still, she was alone. Where had everyone gone? It was then that she remembered being pulled into darkness by the shadows. Obviously someone had been manipulating them, managing to turn their worst nightmares against them. Might have worked on her too, though as the voices had confirmed, she had no trauma, no struggle. For the first time in a while, however, she was thankful.

The blonde princess placed her hands by her head and jumped to her feet, brandishing her rapier. She needed to find the others.
Emiri was so close to Jaakuna, but at this point she was on all fours, one hand reaching out for his. Jaakuna reached out for her as well. They were so close, she should have just gotten up and grabbed him. Yet she let her fear get to her. Her fingers brushed his, and she forced herself to move forward. She grasped his hand firmly, finally being successful. As if on cue, Jaakuna slipped. He let out a small yell as he fell, still grabbing onto her hand and pulling her with him. The pair fell in a rush of blue, white, and several other colors before she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was on the Ifrit.

Sitting up, she looked around. Had it been a dream? She was so confused, she didn't understand what was going on. The door then opened, and as she moved forward she realized it was Vincent. What was he doing here? As she was about to ask, she realized he had climbed onto the bed, and on all fours he crawled over to her. The look on his face was one she recognized. “It’s no wonder my brother likes you so much." He said, repeating his exact words from when he had kidnapped her. He got on top of her, running his hand through her ponytail.

She froze as he forced her on her back, though she let out a scream as he began touching her. What the hell was going on?! "Stop!" She cried, trying to push him off. He laughed a little, his lips on her neck. Despite her struggle, she couldn't get him off, and the more his hands roamed she noticed how he managed to kiss and touch her was the exact way Jaakuna did. But once his hand went between her legs, all thoughts flew out of the window. A glint showed her dagger still in her boot. She withdrew it, slashing at him. She didn't care if he was Jaakuna's brother, he had no right to be touching her! He backed away, somewhat surprised, and he opened his mouth as if to ask something. Taking the opening, she kicked him down, managing to get on top of him. Raising the dagger above her head, she brought it down, stabbing him. He let out a rather choked yell of pain, though something else happened. Now he was blonde, now she found green eyes looking at her, a face full of surprise and an expression of someone who had just been betrayed.

It was Jaakuna. Emiri had just stabbed Jaakuna.

"Dear gods..." She whispered, dropping the dagger. What had she done? No, she knew what she had done. She just plunged a dagger into the love of her life.
Over and over and over. Each moment came and went, and when he thought there weren't any moments left, they started over from the beginning. His mother dying, his father's murder, Emiri's departure, the disaster of a date he had first with Savayna, her mentioning Jaakuna, letting her go to Archades...each moment replayed in front of him. Each moment, over and over and over. He didn't know how many times he had watched these moments, but at this point he was just sitting there, watching them. If he closed his eyes, they'd play in his head. If he tried to block the sound out, the noises would get louder. He could not interact or change them. They just kept playing, over and over and over. Every moment, every regret, every one of his fears.

Over and over and over.
"You may call me Shion." The blue haired woman informed him, though she did raise an eyebrow. "And that is not what you told Mtra. You wanted information on my garden. You wanted to know if your son was a member...I don't appreciate being lied to, Golden Wolf. I'm going to assume you did not mean it and that you simply didn't know better." She spoke rather airily, lightly twirling a lock of her extremely long hair in her fingers. "I will confirm that yes, your son is one of my best. Now, why would you be concerned? Strength is what gets you around in this cruel world. He is strong, he has a secure position...and he's rather handsome. At least I can see where he gets it from." She said, releasing her hair.
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Francis had to give her props for not being so dumb. Though, Francis didn’t really lie, not really. “Miss Shion, what exactly did I lie about? I asked to see my son, did I not? That would also mean for me to know about your…garden. Truly, I did not lie, I just didn’t fully state my intentions right up front.” Francis said as he would see Shion twirl a lock of her long hair between her fingers. She would then state that Michel was strong, good-looking, and a high-ranking member of Utena. “Ah yes, my son is indeed the looker to the ladies, that much I know.” He laughed. He always had known his son to be one to surround himself with beautiful women. If the one in front of him was any indication, then he truly was lucky. “I wish to meet with him. If you do not accept, then I will just have to seek him out myself through other methods.” Francis stated. “So, Shion of Utena, it would do the both of us time and effort to just give me what I want.” He smiled., walking closer to Shion. “Unless, there are other ways I can persuade you.” His right hand lightly caressed her cheek.
He cried and he cried, hearing Nadeline’s screams as she was being raped by the one known as Sylvester. Wesley couldn’t bring himself to even look, but some strange force was making him look and when he would dart his eyes to the let and the right he would see that it was his brother, Sylvester. Wesley’s eyes widened. He just couldn’t believe it. But, that wasn’t the only person there. To his left, he saw his father, Jonathan. He was so confused. Why were there here and why were they forcing him to watch Nadeline get raped? He didn’t understand.

“Why are you doing this?”
“Foolish little brother.”
“You always were the idiot of my three children.”

Wesley didn’t get much out of them. He didn’t even understand. He knew that he was being forced to watch the nasty man that called himself Sylvester rape his beloved with everything he had. Nadeline’s butt being violated and she would cry out in such terror and fear. She looked over to Wesley and she would utter the words “Help me.” in whispered voice as if he couldn’t make out what she said. Wesley tried to speak himself, but he too couldn’t get any sound out. It was like everything he tried to do that was to voice out his regret was fading away. Nothing he did would help her.

Just as Wesley had given up hope, he saw someone come in. His eyes darted to the door and his brother and father, and the false Sylvester went over to it and one man came through the door. This man bore a Gun with a blade on one part of it. As he would slice up the false Sylvester, Nadeline would also look over. Her eyes would widen and then Wesley’s brother was too slain. Wesley’s mouth opened so wide as if to speak, but no volume came out. He heard the screams of his brother being put to death and then his father, with all his might was shot right between the temples and fell to his back in the same instant.

As the man would look to Wesley, the Dalmascan Prince knew who he was. “Grant!” Wesley suddenly had sound come from his mouth. He was amazed, but now his regret and shame took over.

Grant looked to Wesley with such a disgusted look. He walked over to Wesley and spat on his face. “You promised you would protect her, and look at her now! You failed as a fiancé to her, you failed as a friend, and worst of all, you’ve failed as a man.” Grant cruelly said to Wesley.

At this point, Wesley knew Grant was right. He was right and Wesley knew it. He just couldn’t believe how right he was. “You’re right. I failed you, I failed her. I’m not good to anyone.” Wesley said as he started to cry.

Grant turned around in disappointment and faded away. Wesley would look up and he saw Nadeline walk up to him. He didn’t understand. What was this about? How did she get up? She looked at him with sad eyes. “You promised me! You said you would protect me from all harm, even if it would cost you your life.”[b] She said with crying eyes. Nadeline would extend her hand outward, and her rapier would be summoned. She looked at him sad and disappointed. [b]“It’s time to be a man of your word my love..” She raised her rapier and with a slash, blood flew everywhere.
Crying, sulking, feeling so bad for herself — Savayna was in the dirt, laying down. She had nowhere else to go. The fire upon her homeland was burning away any coldness that would bring her peace and warmth(ironic right?). The more the fire ranged on, the more cold she felt. The more she was reminded of her past transgressions, the more Savayna cried her eyes out. There was nothing that could make this moment any worse for. As Savayna would see, she would be proven wrong.

Savayna looked up, and she no longer saw any dirt, she no longer saw any fire burning her village. No, she was in Archadia, in the Emperor’s office. Savayna saw Vincent and she saw herself. What is this? She mentally asked herself. Savayna would inspect closer and she saw that it was the day that Vincent had raped her. She saw herself being forced to strip down, she saw Vincent force her to come near him and she saw that he bent her over his desk, but something different this time. From what she remembered, he didn’t go all the way. He stopped, but this time he didn’t. He actually did it in full force. He could see herself cry and cry out, but no one heard her. Or rather, no one cared to bother to hear her.

She looked further, moving closer and she started crying. The more steps she would be taking, the more her tears would increase and the sounds of her weeping voice would be heard, but from who? She would get right to the desk and the other Savayna(the one getting raped) would look at her.

“You deserve all of this. You did much worse when you were sixteen, so it’s only natural it should happen now.” The other Savayna said as Vincent pounded her ass like ground beef.

Savayna nodded. Her other self was absolutely right. She deserved all of it. She deserved everything from the beatings that Hamut gave her, the countless humiliations that Vincent did to her and every single thing that her so-called friends said to her. She deserved every bit of it. That’s when, as Savayna would want to join Vincent, she heard something call her name. She would turn and for some reason it felt…friendly. She didn’t know what it was, but it made her curious.
All of their words and all of their yelling, Jaakuna knew they were right and he couldn’t stop them from continuing. There was literally nothing that Jaakuna could say or do that would make what he did seem right or justify it. He made Emiri use her powers and now she was gone and frozen in time. There was now a pit of darkness in Jaakuna’s stomach that he now found himself wrapped up in. Soon, that darkness would take physical form and surround him and wash away those who were blaming him. Then, he was teleported to a realm of darkness

Inside of the darkness, Jaakuna heard only his voice and he felt only despair and grief. He was curled up in a ball and repeated the words ‘My fault!” over and over again. This would continue for about five or ten minutes, to which, Jaakuna’s complexion grew paler, and his eyes almost as if he was dead. Jaakuna was lost in his own darkness that he didn’t know what to do, but that was until he heard a voice.

“Do you want to be free?” An echoed, male voice called out to him.

Jaakuna’s head propped up from the ball he was curled up in. “What?” He asked the voice.

“Do you want to be free of the despair that you are feeling?” The voice asked again.

Jaakuna didn’t know what to think about this, but he did want to be free. “Yes, I want this pain to go away.” He answered back crying.

“Good. All you have to do is admit that it was your fault. Admit that you are the poison that causes everyone to die and get hurt.” The voice told him.

Jaakuna wanted to be free and he would do anything. “It’s all my fault. I am the reason all of my friends died, I’m the reason they keep on getting hurt. I am a poison to everyone I know.” Jaakuna admitted loudly to whatever voice he was talking to.

“Good, now repeat the following phrase: Deus unus et verus, suscipio. Unum excipio verus salvator. Custodi praecepta suspicion(I accept the one true god. I accept the one true savior. I accept the Keeper of Precepts).” The voice said.

Jaakuna heard the voice speak and as the phrase was said, it somehow made Jaakuna feel so much better. “Okay here it goes.” Jaakuna said, “Deus unus et verus, suscipio. Unum excipio verus salvator. Custodi praecepta suspicion(I accept the one true god. I accept the one true savior. I accept the Keeper of Precepts).” Jaakuna said.

When he said that one phrase, the darkness was removed. Jaakuna saw his friends and family yelling at him. It was like time stopped in Ivalice and whatever time that elapsed in the Realm of Darkness only seemed like seconds in Ivalice. They would continue say that it was his fault and that he was to blame, but then something happened. The skies went black and in came a black smoke and a laugh that Jaakuna knew all too well. Before he could even let out a word, the smoke entered Jaakuna and in minutes, the black smoke that Jaakuna remembered was inside him. Zodiark was inside him and Jaakuna’s eyes flashed black.

Everyone looked at Jaakuna and they would prepare to fight him. They all drew their weapons, Wesley had his Yagyu Darkblade, Nadeline with her Rapier, Simon with a short sword and dagger known as Twin Heart, Vincent with a long sword known as Terebus Lux(Dark Light), Grant with his Gunblade, and Savayna with her Ice Queen. They all would go towards Jaakuna and prepared to fight, but then multiple tendrils of darkness came from the ground and wrapped around each of them, suspending them into the air. The screams of their fear came from each one of them. Zodiark/Jaakuna would laugh and laugh and laugh until the point that he raised his arms and more tendrils would spout from the ground and they would wrap around every one of their heads. When Jaakuna would clench his hands into fists, all at once, their heads were snapped off of their necks and puddles upon puddles of blood would pour to the ground. It was on that instant that the bodies would be released and topple on top of each other.

“You see Jackson, you are free now. With you as my vessel, there is nothing that we can do.” Zodiark said smiling.

Inside his mind, Jaakuna was in a locked cage, as he was sitting down, knees up, arms around them and opposite of him was Zodiark. Jaakuna raised his head up slightly. “You’re right, Lord Zodiark. You are the one who can save us all.” Jaakuna said, all free will sapped from his voice.

Zodiark smiled and the image of him faded away and Jaakuna lowered his head once more.
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The princess walked through the halls, her only company being her own footsteps bouncing off the walls. Her rapier was at the ready, and she already had her fair share of monsters to deal with. It was overly difficult in all honesty, they were as tough as Justine and the rumors had said. One monster at a time was alright, but often when she found several of them at a time was where she found the true difficulty. Nonetheless she pressed on, knowing that the others were trapped in those illusionist nightmares she had been in. She didn't know why, but she was also positive that they would be having a much, much worse time then she had. At this point, she found herself slightly winded, having been ambushed by several Baknamys that seemed to multiply every time she turned around.

"I need a sign, a clue...I need to know where they are..." She said quietly to herself, looking around. "Come on guys...tell me where you are...Emi...Jaakuna...Savayna...Grant...Wesley...anyone, just tell me, I'm right here." She kept talking, though it was more to comfort herself more than anything. As she turned the corner, she spotted another pool of darkness. She immediately pointed her rapier at it, but noticed that no arms came out at her. Instead she heard something very soft, like...someone crying. She recognized the voice. "Savayna? Savayna!" She called out, approaching the darkness. "Savayna! Is that you?! Can you hear me?!"

Nadeline looked at the pool of darkness, realizing what it was. What concerned her slightly more was who was behind this. This was definitely not some old magic lying around to trap them, someone created these. But who? No, she didn't have time to wonder, she needed to get Savayna out. Apparently, so long as she remained rational, she should be fine. Theoretically speaking, of course. Oh this idea of hers was crazy, but she needed to try, no, they needed her. Taking in a deep breath, she walked right into it, and was met with a rather disturbing view. She quickly diverted her eyes at the scene with Savayna and Vincent, only to see another Savayna.

"Savayna!" Nadeline called, approaching her. She was so glad to see her until she saw her expression. She wondered if the scene at hand was her past. "Savayna, look at me--listen to me." She sheathed her rapier and grasped the blonde's arms. "This isn't real, none of this is. You have to snap out of this, the others are in trouble, too." She spoke, her voice wavering ever so slightly as she couldn't begin to imagine what everyone else was going through.
When she opened her eyes again, she was still in Jaakuna's arms. "You...you're alive..." Emiri said, sitting up. She saw Jaakuna offer his hand to hers, and he pulled her up to her feet. She couldn't believe it, they were back in Nabudis. Was it all a dream? No, it had to have been more than that. As she looked around, she noticed Jaakuna staring at her. Did he...know what happened? She raised an eyebrow at him. "What is it?" She asked, gently touching his arm.

Jaakuna closed his eyes for a moment, though he ended up opening them and smiling. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. She blinked at him in slight confusion, though it was then that he kissed her. She wanted to leave it as one of those 'happy to be alive' things, but something wasn't right. She felt the wall behind her, pressed between it and his body, and he took her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. Once he finally broke the kiss he licked his lips lightly, a rather hungry expression on his face. He let out a small sigh, and she felt one of his hands lightly touching her face. "I want you to be all mine." He whispered.

"What? Jaakuna--" Emiri gasped as he started kissing her neck. What in the world was wrong with him? She felt his hands tracing down her curves, and only then did she realized her hands were still stuck above her head. "Stop! Stop it!" She cried, struggling to get free. "Who--Who are you--ah?!" He question was interrupted by an accidental moan as he reached a particularly sensitive spot.

He finally backed away, though not without squeezing her butt, earning a squeal from her. He laughed a little shaking his head, and slowly he began to morph in front of her. Blonde hair became brown, his height differed, but the biggest change had to be from 'he' to 'she'--and to her absolute horror (and slight discomfort) Lola was now smiling at her, lightly licking her lips. "Aww, I couldn't help it, I just could not resist having a little taste." She guiltily admitted, retaking her place on pressing her against the wall. "I promised I'd keep you as my pet, remember? Gods know I can't help myself around you." She stated, bringing her hands under her dress.

"Stop!" She told her, though all that did was earn her another kiss. This woman was truly crazy. Once their lips parted, Emiri found herself getting angrier. "Cut it out!" She yelled at her.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right, I still have a job to do." She backed off with a small sigh, lightly twirling her finger around. Once again she transformed and this time it was a familiar face: she was staring at a virtual clone of herself. She coughed slightly, smiling at her. "I need to get rid of the rest...how will Jaakuna react when his own love kills him, I wonder?" She matched her voice perfectly, down to her mannerisms and movements. She twirled her finger again, and from the shadows another Emiri popped up. How the hell was she doing all this? "Information, my pet. You would be amazed what you can do with some knowledge." She told her, perfectly copying her sing song tone that she used. "I told you, didn't I? I know everything about you, your insecurities, your hopes, your dreams...you and all your little friends, too."

"What have you done with them?!"

"I had to go easy on you, I didn't really want to break you." She told her, pulling up her dress and running her hands over her hips. "Can't say the same for the rest. Poor Wesley...I think between him and Grant going insane, there's very little hope for any of them. Funny I thought Wesley would be the hardest to crack, but it seems this place has...an interesting affect on him. Must be hard, seeing the love of your life getting...played with like that." She stopped for a moment, smiling at Emiri. "I should have done that to Jaakuna, but it would have been much too easy. He's so emotional...regretful one, he is. Savayna's terrified of rejection from you guys, she actually likes you all. Which leaves the little princess to be dealt with...despite her knack for magic, she is firm with that stubborn head. She's already snapped out of it and is about to bring Savayna back, so I need to go take care of that." Lola told Emiri with a small sigh, lightly fondling her under her clothes as she spoke.

"Don't--Don't you dare hurt them--!" Her threat came off as rather weak, her body shifting under Lola's hands. "I swear if--if you even--!"

"I promise I will save Jaakuna for last. It seems my power has unlocked something rather nasty in the depths of his mind." She said, finally taking her hands off her and picking up her equipment. "Tell you what, I'll occupy the princess, bring Jaakuna here, tie him down. then I'll let you watch me kill him. Maybe play with you in front of him, we'll see." She sighed dreamily, pulling back an arrow. She even had her battle style down perfectly. Emiri struggled against her bonds, but to no avail.

"Get back here!" She yelled at Lola.

"Behave, or I'll have to put you back in the Nightmare, okay?" Lola-as-Emiri winked, and she and the duplicate left.

"NO!" Emiri screamed, though it was pointless. As long as everyone was trapped, no one would hear her. She looked up at her hands, bound by Lola's magic. "That--stupid skank!" She yelled out in frusteration.
Oh? Shion's expression broke into that of a very small smile. "I don't know about that, Golden Wolf. You and I are opposites...you are an upholder of the law, your blade is mighty and true. I play by my own rules, do as I please from within the shadows, my own blade is blood soaked and has no regards for others." She told him, though she did move closer to him. She was only slightly shorter than he was, though they were just about even on both intimidation and power--and Shion was well aware he was going to get his answer one way or another. "Though I do have to ask...is that a threat?" Her tone was rather curious at this point. "Or is that a promise?"
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Sitting on the desk, Savayna knew she heard a voice. She would just watch her other self beginning to accept the fact that she was getting raped. The moans of pleasure were getting more voluntary rather than out of the funny feeling that her body felt. Savayna saw her other self even cry out “harder and faster” to Vincent. The silver-haired man would do as such. The other Savayna would actually lie back-first on the table, grip the bare back of Vincent, and wrap her arms and legs around him, accepting him in every way imaginable.

While the real Savayna was watching, she found herself crying and smiling. She knew she deserved that and she had always been a dirty slut. Though, watching it for herself made her realize how much of one that she was. Savayna kept on watching and watching until a familiar voice called out to her again. This time, as she would look over, she saw Nadeline. The blonde princess was calling out to her, saying all of this wasn’t real. Savayna smiled. She knew this was another illusion created by her own worthlessness.

When Savayna listened more to Nadeline about how this wasn’t real, she spoke. “You reject me and now you want to tease me with phony facts about how this isn’t real?” She said, as her eyes looked over to the other her and Vincent getting it on like two bunnies. “Look at them, do I not deserve this? I am a whore. I mean, look at how much I want it.” She said as she worthlessly smiled, tears dropping from her eyes as she did so.
As his hand lightly caressed her cheek, Shion would move slightly closer to him. She was mere inches away from him, and his arm had to back up a bit, but his hand still on her cheek. A smile took his face and word would come out. “You can take it how you see it, Miss Shion. I am a man who always delivers.” It was on that, a half-sincere, half-seductive expression appeared on his face. His hand moved from her cheek to her chin, gripping it gently.
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Boy oh boy was this awkward. Nadeline tried very hard to ignore the other Savayna and Vincent, but it was admittedly distracting. Concentrate, the real Savayna is right in front of you. She scolded herself, though it seemed Savayna believed her to be an illusion as well. Rationality helped her, but she was not sure the same thing would work with Savayna. She was much more emotional then she was. Perhaps she needed to put her own rationality to the side and reach down for her own heart. If she could. No, she would. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she really did think of Savayna as a friend. As much as they bump heads, she knew Savayna was better than all of this.

"Why would I ever reject you, Savayna? We're friends, aren't we?" She tried to assure her. "I told you before, that girl isn't you. Maybe that's your past, but that isn't the girl my uncle loves. Grant needs us, everyone needs us, Savayna, everyone's going through the same thing you are--their fears, insecurities, and nightmares all coming to life in front of them. I beg of you, believe me, I would never lie to you. This isn't real, this isn't who you are!" She grasped her hands tightly. "I need you. We all need you--Grant needs you too! So please, snap out of it!"
This one was certainly interesting. Shion admitted that she was expecting a fight when Mtra summoned her, but it seemed the Wolf had decent intentions. She looked right at Francis, a slight smirk on her face. "So tell me, what do you really want?" She asked him very softly. "Your son means a lot to you. Are you letting the rumors of my little group frighten you? Although I wholeheartedly admit some one them do have truth to them." She laughed a little. "Go on, ask me anything. I can only answer you in truths. Haven't told a lie in all my years. Try me."
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Savayna heard every single word that Nadeline said, but she wasn’t listening, not really anyway. Her gaze was turning to the other her and Vincent. The passion that fumed from their bodies made her feel worse and worse, and yet, she felt all tingly inside, as if she was getting turned on watching. Her insides wanted to join them and she probably could if she wanted. Though, the real Savayna gazed to Nadeline with eyes of despair and wanting. “Grant doesn’t love me. He told me that I’m just a one-gil whore. Besides, he’s royalty — how could he love someone as low as me?” She said as she would walk over to the other her and Vincent. “This is where I belong. I was never good enough to be friends with any of you, and I deserve this.” She said as she traced her fingers around Vincent’s back, and lining it around his buttocks.
When she asked him what he really wanted, Francis was split there. He wanted to talk to his son, but yet, as he gazed upon Shion’s wonderful body, he found himself wanting her. Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree as Michel was also a player, a ladies man, and irresistible to women, or so Francis has been told. “I first would like to see or talk to my son. After that, well I’m sure we could come to some…understanding.” He said smiling and removing his hand from her chin. He still looked at her auburn eyes with his ocean blue pearls.

Shion would ask Francis whether or not he let the rumors of Utena frighten him. They did not frighten him, but he did admit that some of the things they did were questionable, even from his standards. "No, I am not frightened by what your organization has done in the past or what they are currently doing in the present.” Francis said closing his eyes and smiling. He reopened them. “A couple things interest me. First off, how does the son of a Judge — my son — even turn up on Utena’s radar? My young Michel is definitely brighter for his age and his charm can get him into good deeds with some, but I’m quite surprised to even hear that he’s within the ranks of Utena, let alone a high-ranking member.” Francis admitted to himself that he was quite surprised his son has done so well for himself. “The other thing I am find myself wondering is how does a woman of your beauty not have a husband? Truly you be looking for a very specific man to capture your heart.’ Francis smiled curiously.
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Nadeline's patience wore thin. Dangerously thin. She couldn't stand seeing Savayna like this for various reasons, though anger was starting to overcome the more virtuous emotions she had. She marched up to Savayna, grabbing her by the shoulders to make her turn to her. Once she did, she slapping her straight across the face. As Nadeline was, well, Nadeline, it certainly wouldn't hurt, but it would surely get her attention. She then pulled Savayna to her, grabbing her face with both hands and basically forcing the other blonde woman to look at her.

"Look at me--at ME." She ordered her. "Gods, how much longer will you continue this idiotic pity party of yours?! What happened to you working for everything you have?! What happened to abandoning all of that just to help us?! You said you had no regrets about it. You told me you hated how I had everything handed to me--but I'm not the one falling for the enemy's mind tricks! I am the truth in this madness you have succumbed to, and if you don't snap out of this, Grant and Jaakuna and Wesley and Emi will stay just like you are!" She was practically yelling, if only to drown out the other Savayna's noises. "This is not the future you wanted, you told me Grant told you that he didn't care. He wasn't lying, and he needs you right now! We all need you!"
Shion listened to Francis, though she would take out a small seed from her pocket, showing it to him. "I like power. But power tends to draw attention, something that obviously goes against my way of thinking. So instead, I look for potential. I find them, recruit them, and then grow them. Just like a plant." She explained, the seed blossoming into a small, white flower. "I have eyes and ears all cross Ivalice." She chuckled lightly, the flower wilting to dust in her hand. "As for your second question, I reiterate myself. I like power. I have yet to find a man who can impress me. Even your leader, Hamut doesn't quite fit the cut. That and...I am sure he is inferior to me."
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“YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLAP ME !?” Savayna yelled out to Nadeline.

Of all the things that she could do, when Savayna was in the worst mood that she had ever been, the fucking bitch slaps her. She gripped her face, she looked around, specifically behind her. She wasn’t in Archades anymore, she didn’t see her other self getting her brains fucked out of her ass, she didn’t see Vincent do said fucking. No, she didn’t even see the light that gleamed upon the Emperor’s Office. She looked around and she saw a dark, rusty, old, stinky-ass room. She was back in Nabudis.

‘What the hell happened? I was in Archadia, and my homeland..” Savayna retorted.

As she would remember everything, she remembered all the bad things that happened, her thinking that she deserved everything that happened to her and even all of her friends and her Grant telling her that she was a whore. Yes, she remembered wanting to get raped by Vincent, thinking that she deserved it. Savayna remembered Nadeline coming in to try and snap her out of it and how Savayna didn’t believe her. She remembered even starting to get in on the action that the other her and Vincent were doing. She remembered the slap and all the words that Nadeline told her about how she abandoned everything she worked for in Archadia to help her friends. She remembered how she told Nadeline about how Grant didn’t care. Yes, she remembered it all.

“Wait, I remember now. I was caught in some…dream? No, not a dream, a nightmare — a really, really bad nightmare.” Savayna figured it out and now she was thinking back to when her and Nadeline got pulled into the ceiling. “Last thing I remember was we got pulled into the ceiling and everyone else to the floor and walls.” She said placing her hand on her face thinking about where the others were. She removed her hand from her face. “If everyone else is in the same type of nightmare, how did you escape? You’re the one who saved me, so who saved you?” She asked Nadeline.
Hearing her speak about seeking out power and how that would bring attention to herself, she sought out the potential in people. She would recruit them and grow them in ways similar like a plant As she would say that, Shion would grow a white flower that had a golden-yellow center. As she would state that she had eyes and ears all around Ivalice, the flower turned to dust and she manipulated it in her hand. That’s when she would respond to his second question to which she simply said that she hasn’t found a man that was worthy enough and how even Hamut wasn’t worthy of her, though she would assume that she was superior to him. He chuckled.

“Hamut is an old man drunk with power, but he doesn’t know restraint, he’s also arrogant and quite foolish. If it wasn’t for the fact of me not caring for the First Judge seat, I would kill him without a moment’s hesitation.” Francis spoke rather cruelly about his leader. “You’re obviously superior to him. He is old and on death’s door, while you’re at your prime. Truly, you are a sight to behold, Miss Shion.” And there he was at it with the flattery once more. Francis was on a mission and he would not rest until he made himself worthy of her.
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Nadeline couldn't help but sigh at relief. She was actually glad to be back in Nabudis. She didn't think it would work, but apparently slapping Savayna and setting off her temper was exactly what snapped her out of it. "You said it earlier: I'm a spoiled princess." Nadeline explained, unsheathing her rapier. "I don't have a troubled past, I haven't been traumatized, the worst thing I have to fear is drowning because I can't swim. It didn't affect me...not the same way it's affecting everyone else." She looked around, taking Savayna's arm and dragging her out of the room. "Follow me, and stay on the lookout, these monsters are vicious.' She said, letting go of the blonde and running down the halls. As the pair went forward, she thought she heard something. No, actually it was silence.

She walked forward slowly to the corner, and spotted another one of those pools. She beckoned Savayna to follow, and the pair would approach it. No crying, yelling, screaming...just silence. She didn't know why, but she was certain for some reason that this would be Grant. She looked at Savayna, pointing to it. "Grant is in there. Go get him." She instructed, turning and continuing further into the place without waiting for a response.

The princess kept on running through the halls, choosing instead to flee from the monsters rather than fighting. Savayna's nightmare was truly horrible, just as she had expected. Except it was far, far worse than anything she had imagined, which meant that she needed to hurry and help everyone else. Savayna would (hopefully) help Grant, maybe she could find Wesley or Jaakuna or Emiri, and together they could confront whoever it was that was behind all this. Another sound stopped her in her tracks, but it was a more familiar one. Arrows. Emiri's arrows. She had made it out? Nadeline hurried, and sure enough the brunette was sending arrows through some Baknamy's skull. She let out a small sigh, though when Nadeline approached, she offered a weak smile.

"Emi...oh thank the gods..." She sighed in relief.

"Naddie, how did you escape?" She asked her, approaching her.

"Being a spoiled princess has its perks." She shrugged. "But how did you escape?"

"I...I killed Jaakuna in my dream. I knew I could never do that." Emiri replied. "But then, does that mean...?"

"Savayna is helping Grant, you and I need to find Wesley and Jaakuna."

Emiri looked behind them. "I thought I saw one of those things that dragged us in in the first place, but I avoided it...wait, is that--"

"Exactly where they are. Show me."

The brunette nodded, leading her down the hall and by a doorway. Sure enough, there it was. Nadeline listened carefully, trying to determine who it belonged to. She thought she heard some mumbling, and after a moment, looked at Emiri. "I think...I think this is Jaakuna, but..." She told her, raising an eyebrow. She recognized that Mist. It was Zodiark...but that wasn't possible. Perhaps he had been behind all this? No, she would have definitely noticed it sooner. Before she could question it, Emiri immediately ran into the pool, ending the conversation. Nadeline shook her head at the girl's impulsiveness, though she continued running down the halls. Eventually, she found another dark room, and without hesitating, she jumped in.

To her surprise, she saw many bodies at her feet, and not only that, Grant and...herself? They stood above Wesley, who had been chained. She watched as the other her summoned her rapier in front of her, raising it. Recognizing that stance, Nadeline rushed forward, and just as the other Nadeline was about to strike, she sliced her first. Her blood splattered everywhere, the other Nadeline letting out a gasp as she fell. Grant looked at her, raising his gun. "Protect!" She called, her barrier protecting her from Grant's bullets. Once it faded Grant went in for the attack. Despite being the illusion, he was just as skilled as the real Grant. When that thought crossed her mind, however, she realized that the Other Nadeline was probably the same.

As if on cue, she stood up, a Curaga healing her wound. She turned her attention to her, and Nadeline parried Grant's attack. The Other Nadeline rushed in with a kick, sending Nadeline flying backwards. She landed on her back, and quickly rolled out of the way for Grant's gunblade to miss her face by inches. She pointed her rapier at the pair. "Holy!" She called, summoning a pillar of light. It illuminated the entire room, but sadly missed, as Other Nadeline threw up a Shell. She grimaced, getting up and pointing her weapon at the other two. "Wesley! You must snap out of it!" She called out to him, keeping her eyes on the duplicates in front of her. "This scenario is simply an illusion, I am the real Nadeline!"
The first thing Emiri noticed was the water at her feet. She stood before a very large gate, though through the darkness, she saw him. She approached the gate. "Jaakuna!" She called out to him, putting her bow on her back. This ominous feeling...it was him. She would fix that. Placing her hands on the bars, they literally melted away at her touch, and she stepped through and knelt down to Jaakuna. "It's okay...I'm here, I'm right here!" She told him, placing both her hands on his head. The scene around them faded away, revealing Nabudis once more. Still, that did not mean her work was done. It was not much, but it seemed Zodiark had once possessed him, and so some of his Mist lingered. She closed her eyes, focusing, and after a moment, the darkness in him cleared. "Jaakuna..." She released him, looking at him worriedly.
Shion raised her eyebrow at his proclamation. He was good at flattering, she now understood where Michel had gotten his talents from, so to speak. "Oh? That I'd like to see." She admitted, crossing her arms. She paused for a moment, eyeing his weapon, and her smile returned. "What say you show me?" She asked, a rather mischievous look on her face. "A friendly spar, of course. Sword on sword. If you're interested." She backed away, one hand on the hilt of her katana.
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When Nadeline would explain what her nightmare was like, Savayna could believe it. She was shocked as all hell, but she did believe it. Nadeline was indeed without the skill of swimming, which was ironic since she grew up in a city surrounded by water. Though, Nadeline would cut it short as they had to hurry it along. The other’s wouldn’t get out of their nightmares by themselves. She would warn Savayna to watch out for monsters as they were incredibly strong.

As they went through the halls, monsters would be slain here and there. Along the way of these halls, Nadeline noticed more pools of darkness and she would point out that one of them was quiet and deduced that it was the one belonging to Grant. Savayna would heed Nadeline’s words and would head into the one that was Grant’s.

When Savayna went into Grant’s pool of darkness, she looked around and she recognized the elaborate and intricate designs along the room. The colors of blue and gold and white laced together so perfectly, including the bed. Yes, Savyana remembered exactly where she was. This was Grant’s room, formally his father’s. As she walked more through the room, she saw Grant hugging an unconscious woman. Her raven-colored hair matched Grant’s own. Savayna walked closer to Grant and she took notice to the painting. She then looked to the woman in Grant’s arms and it was his mother. Is this his worst fear? Reliving his mother’s death? Savayna tried to piece what his was and as she would do that, there was another scene,t his time it was two men — one older and one in his late 20s. The younger one had just killed the older one and Grant was there seeing it and he then killed the younger one. Savayna was beginning to understand. I see, so he’s reliving the worst moments in his life in succession.

As Savayna continued to watch, then there was yet another scene, but this time it was at a resturant. She remembered this too. This was when they had that god-awful date. Savayna didn’t know that this was one of his worst memories; or rather, one of his fears. In this specific scene, it seemed the one moment that Savayna mentioned Jaakuna killing who he thought was his father for her. Savayna now had a look of surprise on her face. She literally had no idea that this was his a specific fear of his. Did he fear that I would go to Jaakuna again? Savayna now understood more depths of Grant’s soul.

Just as she was going to approach him, she was transported back to his room and there he was holding his mother again. Savayna didn’t understand. Why would it go back to here? Unless it was that he was reliving all of the worst moments in his life over and over again. Oh Grant.. Her heart ached for him. Savayna had to do something. She walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, and touched his shoulder. “Oh Grant..” Savayna said, “This isn’t real, Grant. Remember, your mother and father and brother died a long time ago and that date of ours already happened. This is all just an illusion playing on your worst fears and worst moments in your life. “
Sitting in his darkness of a cell, Jaakuna wallowed in his self-pity and lack of self-worth. He had lost everyone and he really had no reason to live. That is why he chose to accept Zodiark as his god and let him take control of his body as a testament to that. Jaakuna sat in the water and he heard footsteps. He raised his head, thinking it might be Zodiark to converse with him briefly like he had done since five days ago after he took control of his body. Jaakuna saw and it wasn’t Zodiark. It was someone different and a happy expression appeared across Jaakuna’s face.

“Emiri!?” Jaakuna propped up to his feet. [b]“You were able to unfreeze yourself a second time! How did you do it?” Jaakuna asked.

He didn’t get an answer. All she did was pat him on his head before he propped up on his feet. He didn’t understand how she melted away the bars. They were meant to keep him sealed away, only enough room so that he can pop in his waking life here and there. She placed a hand on his head and soon they weren’t in the cell anymore, they weren’t in whatever part of a nightmare Jaakuna was in anymore. They were in Nabudis. Jaakuna felt like himself again. He didn’t’ feel Zodiark in him anymore, he didn’t feel the dark presence of the Keeper of Precepts anymore. No, he didn’t feel any of that, and yet, something was very off. Jaakuna had never knew Emiri to be able to clear away any sort of mist within someone or even melt away bars of steel. Jaakuna never knew Emiri to know any of that stuff. There was indeed something off about Emiri.

“You’re…You’re not Emiri.” Jaakuna exclaimed backing away from Emiri or whoever the hell it was. “You can’t be her!” He exclaimed once more.
Wesley was in bad shape, like really bad shape. He had been cut all over his torso, and he was bleeding out fast. Nadeline had almost killed him and Wesley knew he failed her, so she had every right to do so. Wesley knew that he deserved a fate much worse than this. Everything that had happened to Nadeline and his family did so cause of his foolishness. Yes, he truly believed that he deserved this fate. And that’s when he saw her — another her, anyway.

Wesley looked up and he saw another Nadeline fighting the Nadeline that was about to kill him and the Grant that killed Nadeline’s rapist, his father, and his brother. The two of them fought the other Nadeline. The new Nadeline would strike down the Nadeline that tried to kill Wesley. That’s when Grant would shoot at the new one and a protect spell came to form and guarded her from any harm. That’s when a curaga spell came and the Nadeline that was raped in front of him and Grant would come at the new one, to which she would speak of how Wesley must snap out of it and that everything he saw was an illusion, and that she was the real one.

As Wesley listened, he knew that it was a trick. Everything from the point that he saw Nadeline get raped to when she almost killed him, how was he supposed to know what was real and what was an illusion? “Is this the fate I deserve? For failing you, I am tortured with the farce of a potential illusion of my worst fears.” Wesley laughed at himself. “I guess the punishment fit’s the crime.” He smiled and looked down.
A smile came over him. Francis definitely wasn’t expecting this, but then again, one does not become the leader of an assassin group without being a skilled warrior. Truly, Shion was remarkable in every way and if she wanted to spar with Francis, he would indulge in her request. “I say that’s a wonderful idea.” He said brandishing his Alpha Blood Greatsword. He held it like a katana, but obviously it was much bigger than that. “I must warn you, I will not go easy on you just cause of your gender.” He said holding his sword in a double handed grip. “I sure hope you like big sticks.” He said winking to Shion.
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Emiri huffed and puffed, straining to free her wrists from her binding. She hated to admit it, but that goddamned Lola was good at her magic. At this rate, she would never get out of this place. She didn't think that Lola would be able to trick everyone, but still, her mannerisms were outright perfect, she could fool them long enough to get a preemptive strike. She pulled and pulled, desperate to get free. When she got out of this, she swore she was going to choke that skank. She wished she could at least reach her dagger, but that was a lost cause. Pausing for a moment, she found herself somewhat short of breath, her chest breathing in and out. She looked up at her wrists, then at the wall around her. She didn't have a choice, and she wasn't going to wait until someone got stabbed.

Concentrating intently, she stared at her binds. Despite her better judgement, she used her power on her hands. She managed to undo the binds, their magicks dispelling, and she let out a great sigh of relief. She rubbed her wrists, somewhat hurting from tugging so much. The brunette then ran out of the room, looking down both halls. To her left she spotted her duplicate, also looking around. When she spotted her, Emiri felt a rage like no other, and immediately began running to her. Duplicate Emiri let out a gasp and began running away. "GET BACK HERE!" She roared, clearly furious as she quickly bent down and whipped out her knife.
Savayna. It was Savayna.

Grant gave her a rather small smile. "I know." He replied quietly, gently stroking his mother's hair. "I know. Isn't that pathetic? I know this isn't real...I know that. Yet here I am...indulging in it, reveling in it, over and over and over...Nothing I do can change it, nothing I do can prevent it...I know all this already, yet here I am." He lifting his hand over his mother as she disappeared, leaving the two of them alone. He placed his head in his hands. "Gods know how pathetic I am. I know none of this is real, I shouldn't let it affect me...but I can't. All it does it remind me of how goddamn pathetic I am. I don't deserve to be with you guys. I don't deserve anyone's friendship...or your love, no matter how much I want it." He spoke, clearly on the verge of tears as the scene around them changed once more.
Had he suspected her already? Lola mentally admitted herself impressed. Still, it was just a little too early for him to find her out. Not yet, anyway. Lola-as-Emiri feigned a concerned expression, looking at him. " Jaakuna, calm down, the entire thing was an illusion." She told him, not getting any closer but reaching out to him. "Everyone else was trapped in one too--you, me, Savayna, Grant, Wesley, Nadeline...but Nadeline managed to break free, and she broke me and Savayna out. They're helping Wesley and Grant, and I came to help you, too." She smiled at him. "I know it's hard to believe, but please--"

Her little speech was interrupted by a rather savage battle cry. She looked at the door to the room behind Jaakuna, and they would both see two Emiris having burst in. One had clearly tackled the other. Lola had to restrain herself from laughing, she wanted the duplicate to lead her here, but apparently Emiri was angry. Emiri sat on top of the duplicate, one hand on her shoulder, the other brandishing her knife. The duplicate would see Jaakuna, and with her free arm, reached out for him. "Jaakuna! Help me!" Duplicate Emiri cried, clearly terrified of the real Emiri on top of her and with tears in her eyes.

Well, this is interesting.

At the mention of Jaakuna's name, Emiri looked to see Jaakuna was indeed there. Not only that, but Lola was too, still disguised as her. Lola looked shocked at her. "What the...?" She acted confused. Emiri shot a glare at her, and once she was done with this fake, she was going after Lola next. Emiri narrowed her eyes, looking at the fake beneath her. She raised her dagger above her head, and brought it down.
"No! Wesley, listen to--" Nadeline started, but Grant's bullet cut her off. Damn it, with these two around, she wasn't going to get a chance to properly persuade him. She needed to take care of the fake Nadeline first. Because of that, she had to think of her weaknesses. She wasn't physically strong, she relied more on magic than anything, and she relied on her wits. Great. Except it was like fighting a mirror. The Other Nadeline smirked, raising her rapier. She was preparing a Holy spell. In that moment, she knew what to do. Nadeline held her hand out, also casting a spell--but this one had a faster casting time then the Holy. "Sleepga!" She called out.

The spell managed to hit the fake, sending her to the ground, but Grant was too fast for that. He shot at her several times, and once he got closer, he brought down his gun. She blocked it, though he fired a blast that sliced through her cheek. She winced, but she managed to knock Grant to the ground. He aimed her gun and shot, missing her neck by several inches, and Nadeline at that point sliced through his head. To her surprise, this Grant would become a black, cloud-like substance and fade away. Breathing heavily, Nadeline then stood, walking over to Wesley. With a few strikes she managed to free him from his chains, and as he fell forward, she caught him, hugging onto him tightly. "You haven't done anything wrong." She told him gently, hugging him tightly. "You've done nothing but be wonderful since the moment we met. If anything I should apologize...I came far too late." She said. "Please believe in me. Trust in me. You and I are the only real things here."
He thought he had a chance. That was adorable. Still, Shion admitted herself rather impressed at Francis' strength, easily lifting up his sword. "It's not the size that counts, it's how you use it." She told him gently, unhooking her sheath from her belt. She unsheathed her blade, lightly tossing the sheath to the side, and got into a battle stance, sword at the ready. "I can't say I won't go easy, I wouldn't want to hurt that handsome face of yours. First one to land a hit wins." She told him. "How about a wager? If I win, you'll stop looking for information on Utena...what would you like?"
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“You’re right, it is pathetic.“ She said rather coldly. Savayna would stand up.

“We all have hardships in our life, and if we sulk on them, we will never grow, we will never be the person that our loved ones wanted us to be.” Savayna said, “if you let even your worst memories bring you down and actually want to relive it, then you really don’t deserve to be with us or be with me for that matter.” Savayna said as she eyed Grant. “It’s time to make a choice, dear ol’ Prince.” She said crossing her arms across her chest. “Will you allow yourself to be this pathetic person and stay here while you relive your worst moments of your life or will you grow a pair and show me the man that you claimed you were —the man that took me like none has before last night, and dammit, the man I fucking love to death?” She said as she uncrossed her arms. She bent her left arm and took her right hand, extended her index and middle fingers and tapped her wrist as if signaling that time was ticking.
As Wesley said that he deserved this fate, Nadeline would begin to cut him off, and just as she was going to finish, she was cut off by a bullet from Grant’s gun. She would look at the two, herself and Grant. The other her was preparing holy and so the real Nadeline would use sleepga on her other self and Grant. The spell would put the other Nadeline to sleep, but Grant was too fast. They would exchange blows, some of which would include a few gun shots, some arcane magick, and a few rolls from Nadeline. The end result, however, was Nadeline slicing at Grant’s head and him fading away as a black cloud-like substance.

Once that was finished, Nadeline would head over to Wesley, who was still in his chains. She would slice up the chains and Wesley would fall towards the ground as the only thing keeping him standing were the chains. As he would fall forward, Nadeline caught him and embraced him. She would tell him that he has nothing to feel sorry for or hadn’t done anything wrong. She would remind him that he’s been nothing but wonderful to Nadeline and that she should be the one to apologize. Wesley’s eyes started to water, and as she would tell him to believe in her, he found the strength to wrap his arms around her and he said few words as he would release all the guilt and sadness he was feeling. He let out a loud cry. “I do believe in you, I do.” That was all he said. His crying was the only sounds his mouth would make, tears floating from his face onto Nadeline’s clothing and the cold, stone floor.
As Emiri — or whoever it was — reached out to him, Jaakuna backed away. He didn’t know what was going on, but he definitely knew this person wasn’t Emiri. They may have her face, her mannerisms, and even the way her voice sounds, but Jaakuna knew his baby cakes, and this person in front of him didn’t him just didn’t feel right in his heart. That’s one thing that this person couldn’t fake, whoever it is. Even when she would try to ease his worry, Jaakuna wasn’t buying it. Just as she was going to make the pitch about how hard it was to believe, Jaakuna heard something from behind him.

“What the actual fuck is going on!?” Jaakuna asked in a shout.

He saw…three Emiris? Now how was that even possible. He saw one over another and had a dagger above her with one hand and the other binding one of the arms of the Emiri on the ground. As the Emiri on top of the other looked at Jaakuna, she would take the dagger and bring it down. Jaakuna didn’t think. “STOP!” Jaakuna yelled out and the dagger stopped. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but someone better tell me the real story or I’m gonna have to slap some bitches with my fist.” Jaakuna said clearly confused as fuck and equally as pissed off.
Francis grinned at Shion’s comment about the size of something and how one uses it. Clearly they were flirting with each other and Francis dug it. Then, she would make a wager. She waged that if she won, Francis would stop looking for information on Utena, and she would ask him what he would like to wage. Francis smiled. “Oh, I am a man of simple tastes. “ He said, “If I win this sparring match,you allow me the honor of taking you on a date of the caliber that a fine woman like you deserves.” He said winking to her. “Are we in agreement?"
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Darkness. What had happened? Grant opened his eyes and saw Savayna. They were no longer in his mother's room. He got up, scratching his head. How did he get out? All he remembered was Savayna, and he realized she was right and...now they were back? "Well...that was embarrassing." He stated, his voice slightly wavering, and it was then he realized he still had tears on his face. "Heh...I'm pathetic." He murmured. After quickly wiping them away, he took in a deep breath and then exhaled. He looked at Savayna, and without waiting for a reaction, quickly pulled her into a hug. "Thank you."
Emiri halted her dagger at Jaakuna's request. As the real Emiri opened her mouth to explain, Duplicate Emiri beat her to it. "Jaakuna--it's me--" She told him, reaching out for him. Emiri glared at her, and the urge to just knife her right there and then grew. She shouldn't have stopped, she could have erased her and only had Lola to deal with, and in the position they were in, things weren't looking good for her."They're duplicates--copies of me."

"Jaakuna, please, I don't know what's going on, but you have to believe me." Lola told him, looking at him. "Why would I lie to you?"

"No! Jaakuna, don't listen to them!" Emiri herself called out.

Lola shot a glare at Emiri. "You're obviously the fakes, you were apparently too lazy to copy my bow." She waved the Artemis Bow around.

"That's because you stole it from me!" Duplicate Emiri yelled.

"Jaakuna, neither of them are real!" Emiri said.

"Jaakuna!"

"Jaakuna!"

"Jaakuna!"
Nadeline smiled, hugging Wesley tighter. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what had happened, but she managed to get through to him. She held onto him tightly, her heart hurting for him. She didn't recognize the look of this place, but she was sure some of the dead bodies may have belonged to his. Still, she was sure the illusion should have ended, but it didn't yet. "It's okay. Everything is going to be alright now." She assured him gently. "We're going to get out of here, and everything will be alright. You have nothing to fear anymore, I will protect you. No harm will come to you, not as long as I'm around."
"Something so trivial...but alright." Shion stated, shaking her head, though she regained her composure. His stance was rather sturdy, getting the first hit wouldn't be easy, but she was sure in her own skill. She stared right at him, still for a moment, though standing around would get her nowhere. Still, this was the first time in a very long time that a fight was just a spar, so she would have to hold back, if only to avoid outright killing him. She wanted to see his physical strength and after brandishing her katana, she went in for the first strike with a very simple, quick horizontal strike.
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Well, obviously Grant chose the latter option as seen from the fading of his brightly-colored room and the now dull, dark halls of Nabudis. He would just say that he was pathetic and she chuckled as if agreeing, but in a joking manner. He would thank her and pull her in for a hug. She smiled and closed her eyes. “You big dummy.” She said in a calm voice. The hug would only last for a minute or so until she would break away from it. “We’ll have all the time in the world to ‘hug’ later, but right now, we got to find the others. “ Savayna said, “Nadeline went to go free Wesley, but I don’t know about Jaakuna and Emiri.” She said as she led Grant out of the room they were in and down the hallways.
Wesley was happy now that she was here and he even let out a laugh as she made the same exact promise to him as he had reminded her over and over again every time she would suggest going off and doing something alone. Wesley would get up, though he staggered, Nadeline obviously would help him. He looked at her and to the door. He would start walking, Nadeline with him. As he went through the door, the darkness faded and they would find themselves in the halls of Nabudis. Wesley smiled, but he breathed heavily. “We should hurry. The others need our help.” Wesley said, barely able to stand, but he couldn’t rest now.
So confusing. Everything was just so confusing. He had three Emiri’s telling him that they were the real Emiri. Jaakuna didn’t know who to believe. He did know two of them were the dupes and one was the real Emiri, the one that he loves with all of his heart and soul, but at this point, Jaakuna didn’t even know who that one was. If he guessed wrong, then he could be dead. If he guessed right, then there’s still a chance he could die from the other two. It was just a very bad situation that seemed to just get worse as the minutes went on by.

Jaakuna would desperately(mentally) try to figure out who it was. He was searching his brain for hints, but nothing was coming. That’s when Jaakuna heard a voice.

Do you want to know who the real one is?
Who’s there?
Oh, Jaakuna, did you already forget your lord?
Zodiark! Get out of my head!
Oh come on, Jaakuna. Stop denying what you know you need, which is my help.
I don’t need your help.
You’re lying and you know it. Besides, I can point out the real one,. Just accept a portion of my power into your body, and I shall do it.

As Jaakuna mentally argued with Zodiark, he thought about everything that he said. He didn’t want to, gods he didn’t want to, but what other choices did he have? If he didn’t accept the help of Zodiark, he would never figure out who the real one was.

“Fine.” Jaakuna simply said.

He heard a laugh inside his mind and Jaakuna could feel the power of Zodiark flow through his body. No outward appearance would be seen, but he felt it. He actually felt good. The amount of power that was within him was far beyond what he felt before and Jaakuna had a certain enlightenment. As Jaakuna’s body began to adjust to the newfound powers it got, the other four — Wesley, Nadeline, Grant, and Savayna — all arrived and to see what they saw had open mouths and widened eyes.

‘Uh, what’s going on?” Savayna asked. “Why do I see three Emiri’s?” She asked again, dumbfounded. Wesley was going to say something, but Savayna pretty much said what he was going to say.

Jaakuna looked back at the four of them, happy to see that they crawled out of the illusions. He turned his attention to the three Emiris. “No use hiding anymore. I know the truth. Show your true self, Lola.” He said looking to the Emiri that he came out of his illusion with. He looked at the other two Emiri’s. “And that must mean the one that tried to kill the other one is my sweet, dear Emiri.” Jaakuna said smiling towards the real Emiri.
“Trivial to you, but everything to me.” Francis stated as he would wait for the moment that Shion would attack. After a minute or two, she would come in, fast and hot. Her movements elegant and beautiful, much like her own self. She went for a simple horizonal strike. While admirable, she was obviously underestimating him. Francis simply pointed his Greatsword downward, delfecting her katana. The force in which she came would send her back a few feet. In those few seconds of her staggering back, Francis would go in for a straight thrust with his sword, pointed at her chest. Forgive me beautiful.
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