Bonesword turned to face the Inquisitor before simply whistling for Stumpy to return to his side, patting his head once he did so. "Calm down, inquisitor. I only threw one sword," the skeleton started off by saying, but stopped speaking as he saw the Killa Khans bounding towards the Inquisitor and Alexi. Seemingly automatic, the skeleton hopped onto the top of Stumpy and passed a command to him, causing him to bound towards the Khans with excitement as the skeleton slashed the two Killa Khans. He knew it wouldn't do any damage to them, but it'd at the very least draw their fire. "Come at me, you hunks of junk!" After Bonesword taunted, Stumpy prepared to book it outside and into the street.

It was at that moment the first bounty hunter knew, he fucked up. Seconds after he pulled the table down it was kicked away by Hibiki who then promptly stomped his face in. The boot to the head caved in the bounty bot’s face leaving him twitching for a moment before falling limp to the ground.

@Ryonara@KoL

The other bounty hunter didn’t fair any better. As he tried to find a place to take cover, short haired Tatiana engaged him in hand to hand combat. Though he got a few punches in, he was ultimately outmatched by the Tatiana’s much greater combat experience. It was only a matter of time before one of her blows knocked out a chip in his head causing his systems to shut down and join his counterpart as a broke metal body on the floor.

@Flamelord

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”Hey! Get off me!” Wolf yelled as Alexi jumped on his back trying to hide from the ensuing brawl. The Inquisitor tried to pull her off, but her squirming along with his bulky size made it nearly impossible to reach her. His attention would be forced to switch anyway as the mage screamed "Look out!"

Two killa khans had chosen him as their target, and one was already in the middle of swinging it’s fist at him. Nearly last minute Wolf caught the punch with both hands just before it was able to make contact. Seeing as the Khans were now his priority, he grumbled back to the cowering Alexi ”Hold on tight, mage.”

Tightening his grip on the Khan’s fist, Wolf pulled it off the ground and spun the bot around before sending it flying out the door after Bonesword for him to finish. Then with a full wind up, he gave a strong hook to the second Khan sending it flying across the bar and through the same hole Alexi had made earlier. Those dealt with, Wolf examined the bar to see if anyone else was coming for him. It appeared the other patrons were currently caught up in their own fights not paying any attention to the Inquisitor.

Lowering his guard for the time being, Wolf took a deep breath before speaking again. ”There, you and your friends in the sword are safe. Now if you would please let go.”

@The 42nd Gecko@Banana@Lucius Cypher

"Huh.. Where'd the Frog go?" Artoria seemed genuinely confused that her leap after Frog had not resulted in catching the Frog when Frog was thrown. Looking about a bit, to get her bearings. If Henry had immediately gone for the stab, he might have gotten her while she was figuring out that she had just tackled someone through a volcano.

But by the time Henry had recovered from screaming and pulled out the Cheater's Blade, Artoria had already looked down at Henry, smiled, and stolen her powers. Jumping back with the same exact speed Henry could charge forward, Artoria howevered on the magpie's wings.

"Hmm... I couldn't steal your eyes, that's interesting, guess I'll have to get stronger still before I can take those. Toodles!" Artoria shifted back into the Ira/Mephila form that represented her currently most physically powerful form and portalled back into the throne room, picking a spot close to that strange and intriguing goo girl, to try and examine her from behind and get a few sniffs to try and find out what exactly was going on there. It apparently liked and was liked by the Queen, so it couldn't hurt to be friends.

@floodtalon@TheWindel@Mega Birb@Banana@Lonewolf685@Lmpkio@Lucius Cypher

Henrietta(?) Pearl Avaritia The 2nd

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Henrietta screamed as Artoria ran away like a little bitch and flew back towards the castle at high speeds, having two sets of wings tended to make you fly very fast. As she burst back in her eyes were glowing as Silver guns floated all around Henrietta. This time nothing was said as all guns were aimed at Artoria and Henrietta prepared to fire. Unfortunately she was way too close to the weird goo demon that the new queen seemed to like.

Henrietta raged as she visibly struggled to keep herself from pulling the trigger and just rending the space where Artoria was to nothing. She instead calmed touched down on the floor and room several deep breaths. Just another person to add to the kill list. "Alright, I'm gonna make myself useful now and I'm gonna offer to make weapons for the upcoming battle. Talk to me if you need weapons." She announced to the room as a gate opened underneath her and a throne emerged. She sat down and began tapping her fingers impatiently as she waited for something to do.

"Yes, you could say I am a baby sitter, though I do still work for people with arms and legs. After all, don't you and your mother have limbs right now~?" The serpent said in the kind manner one does when informing a youth, Ananta's arms crossed before her as she settled comfortably atop her coiled tail. "I'm certain you already know how people like the Lady Juno can be busy, regardless of the form they take, so I can be called in to ensure their children are not left to fend for themselves."

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"Wow, Momma, you've got A LOT of farm hands now. Papa's never going to have to work another day with these- Eww!"

The slime was ecstatic just to be in such an exciting place, even if it was making her think of daycare and that always made her hungry if the growling of her stomach was anything to go by. Her hands were clutching the puppet as her bouncing knees rocked the felt creature like a bucking bronco, and her delight only grew when the Puppy Lady returned and sniffed her all over. Wild giggles erupted from the way it seemingly tickled her exterior and she was all too happy to lean back into Artoria and nestle herself against the furry's chest.

It was everything she could have hoped for, until the succubus appeared before her.

"You smell like Pappa when she wrestles Momma. You aren't Pappa, or an auntie!" Luci thrust an accusatory finger at the creature of carnal desire while the other hand deposited Frog atop comfy furry's head. "My Momma's the queen and she's on the throne, but I'm not letting you wrestle her. You just stabbed our new ceiling!"

The child failed to see the hypocrisy in criticizing Fran while giving no shits in regards to Artoria barreling through the wall, but children were seldom prone to rationale when their protective instincts took over. A slattern reeking of arousal just tried to proposition what she thought was the Queen, and Luci did not approve of this auntie!

Demonstrating a degree of her mother's capacity for unprovoked violence, Luci morphed from the seated princess to a angry weapons platform, proving she really didn't need to take Henry up on his offer by producing her own armaments.

What ensued was an inaccurate maelstrom of ballistic slime unleashed upon the Whore Queen of the Uterine Sea and anyone unfortunate enough to be standing behind her. Each blob an irate micro Luci eager to dissolve everything but the chastity belt over Fran's loins.

Tartys

"Ah, alright then." The angel was relieved when she heard Miyu's voice letting her inside, indicating that she had come to the right place after all, and that she had done so while the other girl was still here. Rusty doors would not serve as a sufficient deterrent to her, and if it came down to it she could always just fly over and come in through the roof or something. Needless to say, she had options when it came to entrances.

Tartys moved to open the door, only to be taken off guard as a thunderous, unexpected, and frankly scary rumble began to approach where she was standing from inside the building at a rapid pace. She would have expected that it was Miyu's mech, only if that were the case she would not have told her to enter on her own. Which left the frank question of just what was going on in there?

Then the door exploded.

Fortunately whatever had hit it did so in such a way that it didn't hit her full on or take her head off, though she did take a step back and summon her spear and armor while storing away the present that she had brought for the occupant of the factory. "Miyu, what is this?" It didn't look like anything that she had seen before, and sh would really prefer to know if Miyu cared about whatever it was before she went fighting it. If it gave her the option anyway, and in preparation for the worst she readied herself for a fight.

@The 42nd Gecko@Inner Demon

"STOP YOU IDIOT! I INVITED HER IN THAT MEANS SHE'S A FRIEND!" Miyu yelled after beast as she splatted onto the floor, losing her balance as she yelled angrily.

Presuming BEAST backed down: "Ummmm..." Miyu took in a deep breath as she collected herself, which included getting off the ground and back on her feet. "Sorry about that, this is a thing that followed me home after I touched a glowy meteor. It ate one of my mechs, nearly killed me, then saved me, and has apparently filled my body with nanomachines which made it so I don't need glasses anymore. I'm honestly pretty confused and just trying to make sense of what it is right now. Again, sorry, I didn't realize it'd attack. I should have told you I had an unknown.. thing or something?"

If BEAST didn't back down: Miyu activated her Daimyos and sent them after BEAST. "Machina Hellbeast something, who cares, just blow it up."

@Flamelord[@InnerDemon]




"Harur?" Artoria's voice seemed a bit strained by surprise and whatever she had meant to say just got subsumed into a wordless vocalization. Goo girl had just touched her, well, hugged her. And that felt WEIRD. She was a bit stunned as Luci was on her and didn't really react to anything for a few seconds after that, even Henrietta's potential deathstorm.

And now she had Frog on her head. She remained in her sitting position, and her eyes flitted upward to try and and see him. Previously, she had been about to transform him, and now they both seemed to be the playthings of that goo. She shrugged, hands up in that gesture of "Uh, I dunno what's going on." Then, she relaxed and laid down tummy first on the ground, taking in the scenery. Today had been a good day, she had transformed three people, and two of them were still transformed as far as she knew. She'd have to get that one that transformed back sometime later. She figured Ira's fire'd be good at making the transformation harder to recover from.

@Banana@Lonewolf685






Alexi peeked up over Wolf's shoulder, to check the situation for that stump. With it out of the picture, she felt safe to follow Wolf's orders and disembark. "Thank you very much, Sir. OOOH! Someone left their food." Alexi flitted over to what looked like some fish and chips that had gotten dumped across the floor, and she sat down, legs to the side, next to the scattered food and started hungrily mowing down, completely unconcerned the fact that it had been spread across the floor and was half-eaten.

HIGH QUEEN EOS
^{Hyperion: Bastion's Room}

Before Bastion could say anything else, Eos walked to her and pulled the half-dazzled girl into a hug. "You shouldn't have gone there. I don't want anyone else to capture or hurt you again," the android said. "Even if you cannot remember, you are important to me."

"I have a surprise for you. You'll probably remember it if you come with me," Eos said while pointing to the window. Outside of it, Bastion would have a privileged view of the stage where the Queen would hold her concert. "I can't stand to see you like this anymore." The Android let Bastion go before taking a step back, allowing an unsettling silence to fall between as she waited for Bastion's reply.

HYPERION
^{Karaoke Bar}

"Heh, it seems like this place hasn't changed too much through the eons," Hohenheim said as soon as the fight began. "No one knows how to show respect, until..." the Alchemist grabbed the poor sod who used her table as cover, "you turn them into furniture," she said as the less-than-lucky brawler was turned into a new table which Hohenheim promptly rested her booted feet on.

"At least I can't say that this place is dull," Hohenhenheim said, before calling the barkeep to refill her spent snacks. Despite the generalized chaos at the bar, the Alchemist seemed to be rather well-behaved only ever turning the idiot who dared threaten her into random items, from dice to... pleasure toys. Not that it looked like Hohenheim was having any sort of entertainment from this, but at least she wasn't destroying the place as well.

Riding upon the top of Stumpy, the skeletal swordsman rushed out of the bar and delivered a swift declaration of demonic might onto the Khan with Unleash, which was hastily torn in half by the blade. What more, the blade seemed to feel even lighter in the skeleton's hands, if only slightly. Bonesword began to understand what Hohenheim meant by her statement about it. He'd never be able to make full use of the weapon, but maybe he could work with it to get to a true sliver of it's power.

The stump waltzed back into the bar, Bonesword still sitting on top of it, and towards the plant that Bonesword was still keeping up with. After picking up the plant (and leaving a sufficient amount of money to cover the drink and tip), the skeleton rode the stump over to beside Alexi and Wolf, where he began to chuckle at what Alexi was doing. "Do you want something that isn't half-eaten, Alexi?"

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For the moment, it was peaceful. The Frog was quite enjoyed listening to Luci giggle as she was buried into the chest of Artoria (thank God she seemed like she was indifferent to him), but as we all know, these things can change on the fly in this universe.

Enter, Fran, who riled up Luci and caused her to place the Frog on the top of Artoroa's head, which gave the Frog anxiety initially. Artoria was a bit unknown at the time, so being on her head gave the Frog the idea that she might accidentally turn him into whatever ungodly female form he had. He was somewhat relieved about the two being launched in the air to the other side of the room, mainly because the two were separated in distance for the while, but then he landed in between her breasts when she laid down, and that caused him enough anxiety to make him audibly emit a monotone noise through his slightly open mouth.

As quickly as the charging monstrosity closed the distance toward Tartys, it stood down, lowering its head while keeping an eyeless gaze fixed on the new angel. A low mechanical hiss escaped Beast's jagged maw, vibrating the air around its hulking form as it backed away, taking up a defensive posture over Miyu with its body behind her and one long rigid arm in front of her, tactfully separating its host from this new entity. The data scrolling across the bottom of Miyu's vision scanned Tartys, reading the levels of energy emanating from her body as well as small details such as heart rate and muscle contractions. The creature was still on edge after Miyu's earlier attempt at 'resetting' herself. An action it translated as the cause of an unidentified threat, which could have been Tartys. Other than the occasional chime of robotic clicks or rumbling snarls, Beast remained still, awaiting its masters next command.

Better, but not good enough. Elizabeth was piloting her mech before the concert. There wasn't anything for her to do but train, and her sense of duty told her she should be. 236, 237, 240, 241,.... She was spotting just under two minutes at the rate she was going. Her on board computer calculating a 97% direct hit-rate. Only one of her blasts were a complete miss, hitting the fire button as she sneezed. 300. She had just completed her fourteenth round of the day, and already her suit started sticking to her body. It was a good thing she didn't have a date; though it was time she hit the showers regardless.

Elizabeth stored her mech away and cleaned out the guns; stopping buy her room for a fresh outfit before hitting the showers. The water was nice and warm and she'd have plenty of time before the concert started. Her only question was what to do from here. A drink wouldn't be bad.

Tartys

The angel held her breath for a moment, the tension palpable in the air as Miyu raced over to get whatever that thing was to back down before more of her home got destroyed. With the thing backing away she was more than willing to relax, her weapon and armor dismissed. Hopefully she was right on being able to control that thing, otherwise this would be very bloody very fast.

"I...see," she replied with a touch of uncertainty, looking between Miyu and the robot. "It's alright, I imagine that this would be a bit distracting for anyone. Though are you sure it isn't working for the Machina?" Getting your body filled with nanites sounded like the perfect set up for them to seize control of your body, kill you, or use you as a surveillance device. She wouldn't put it against those soulless cans to pull such a trick.

@Inner Demon@The 42nd Gecko

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Tatiana +2

The bar fight continued without an end in sight, though to Tatiana's relief it seemed like Hohenheim was happy just watching the chaos and turning idiots into furniture rather than hauling them all off to her labs. It could have been a lot worse, and she wasn't going to push it and make it so. That just left, well, the fight.

Shorted hair Tatiana was certainly enjoying herself, decking out one bounty hunter after a few swift blows and sending the machine crashing to the floor. Naturally some hired thug with a gun was no match for a warrior like her, even if she couldn't just blow them up and be done with it all. Having beaten up one guy she moved on to the next challenger, fighting through them like a hot knife through butter.

The other two still weren't all that interested in actively instigating fights though, so they moved to link up with Hibiki before she got too far. "So much for singing, huh?" Tatiana noted aloud with a sigh. It was a shame, since they probably weren't going to get to do any karaoke at this point.

The other, green skinned one, nodded in agreement. "I don't suppose you have any other favorite bars that are possibly not filled with bounty hunters and everyone who's decided to get into a bar fight specifically now?"Was that Bonesword at the bar? For a moment she thought on it before shrugging. She hadn't even realized that he could drink. Guess you learned something new every day. "At the very least, getting out before the Inquisitor over there decides to summarily execute everyone might be a good idea." She gestured towards the figure in question who seemed to be distracted for the moment. Hopefully he wasn't feeling too trigger happy, at least until they had left.

@Banana@KoL@The 42nd Gecko@Awesomoman64@Ryonara@Lucius Cypher

The tides of war were as thick as ever, and all around the Imperator were enemies who sought to bring the forces of Heaven down. From the frightening appearance of the Black Goat to reports of High Queen Eos preparing to launch…some kind of project, things needed to be taken into account for. But above all else, the promise of Ragnorak in the wind was what disturbed the Imperator most.

So then, what better way to combat near-destruction than with her own tool? While the majority of the Angels had left her chambers, a few number of them had remained, mainly the three snakes conversing. They were located further away from her throne though so it wasn’t much of an issue…yes, now would be the perfect time to reveal her own spy. With a flick of her wrist, a red chain materialized in her hand and she yanked forward to summon her agent of chaos.

“For fucks sake, screw off you pretentious holy bitch,” said a crude and hate-filled voice. So stark was it in contrast to the holy doctrines this place resonated that Celene was taken aback just by hearing the words. Turning towards the Imperator, she titled her head in confusion as a figure walked out of seemingly nothing. It was angry, it was blue, and it very much wanted to be anywhere else but here.

“The Hell do you want with me shit face?” the Beastkin fabled to be the Imperator’s personal pet snarled, not even bothering to try and break the collar and chained leash holding her to Heaven’s will. Her hair was shortened, no doubt cut and groomed to fit the Imperator’s tastes, but the anger she held for all things was as fresh as the day she was defeated and forced to serve in this stupid Faction.

“Mom, Aunt Ananta. Does the Imperator usually have pets? If so, I’ve never seen or heard of that one before,” Celene asked, interrupting whatever conversation they were having to point and gawk. When the Beastkin turned her glare right at her, Celene immediately shifter her eyes elsewhere. “How can something so cute be so mean….?”

With the ghostly Abigail now alongside the corporeal Torag, he calmly kept up his pace as they walked in silence for a little bit. They were headed to one of the courtyards dotted throughout Celestia, beautiful areas that were often heavily populated in the brief breaks between combat. The one up ahead was no exception. "Abigail, have you heard of the Faceless One? Gregorovic?" he began, continuing regardless of whether or not he got a response. "He's a fiend, among the most perverse of Hell's number. Formidable in every sense of the word, able to counteract the Angelic advantage over him if given enough time and as intelligent as he is twisted." The undead pair entered the yard now, the crowd melding around them like they were typical soldiers. The wraith sat down on the edge of a fountain, sitting straight as an arrow. "However, he has a weakness you can exploit. His mind is so twisted that the mere prod of a mental attack will distract his physical form significantly. Like distracting a spellcaster, if you will." He turned his head and looked over at the ghost.

"It's dangerous, though it's the easiest way to eliminate him."

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The serenity of bathing with another harpy in a literal bloodbath was broken by a gauntlet-clad fist banging on the door to Syphax's quarters, his quiet humming of an old tune breaking as he opened his eyes. He sighed. "I have never seen a single child in Celestia!" was his argument, though he quietly accepted the fact that they'd have to tone it down, lest they incur the wrath of someone that had some level of decency.

A short moment later, Eve looked up at him and mentioned that she had to get going, to which he sighed again. "I do mind... but I can't really stop you. And your feathers will look badass, don't worry." He started to slowly get up, pushing himself up and out of the tub, then swinging a leg out. His fresh wounds had mostly stopped bleeding aside from a couple particularly deep ones on his back, though it was a light sting at this point that he really didn't mind. He crossed the room and took a couple of towels from a rack and held one out to his lover while starting to clean himself up.

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"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that. That's a direct order against the wishes of my charge." the staticky voice of Marquis replied to Zak's request to simply hand over the Machina's secrets. The second entity of power mentioned how he was of high value to Eos herself, to which he visibly- no, he didn't have a body to react with. He audibly reacted to the assumption of his value. "Truly, I am not. I am simply another Servant of the High Queen." His eye flickered slightly as a spark flew out of his neck, some rattling coming from the interior of his body. Apparently Hoodini had come back online somewhere in the dialog and began to crawl out of its host's body. The brass owl, missing a wing and only slightly melted, looked up curiously at the two captors, its matched eye flickering out of sync with Marquis'.

It hoo'ed robotically.

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With little to do besides watch and stifle some laughter at Artoria tackling and creating a brand new person in the form of Henryetta, Gregorovic returned to his position by the window and leaned on it. One glaive came out and was spun slowly, incredibly sharp metal flashing anyone that happened to look over. "Hmm... now that you mention it Henryetta, I could use a hand mirror. I have plans for one." His mouth closed into his typical, snarky grin, though his plans for a small mirror were unknown.

Eve grabbed the towel being handed to her by Syphax as she stepped out of the bathtub, covering up her bloody wounds and feathers as she ruffled a fair amount of feathers on her arms. Her own claws reached down into the towel covering her as she fumbled her own feathers around her thighs and pelvis in attempts to cover her scarred regions and give her some semblance of public decency for when she left the room and roamed around Heaven (no doubt tracking some blood behind her).

The female harpy was about to retrieve her crop top when she realized two things about wearing the top. The first thing was that she was covered in fresh scars, and each of those would undoubtedly hurt like absolute fucking hell if they were exposed to the air at the speeds Eve regularly flew at. The second thing was that it was currently tattered to shit and was covered in harpy blood, so that wasn't really great. It didn't pain Eve too terribly to do it, but she rummaged around through Syphax's clothes and pulled out a smaller shirt and put it on over her. "I hope it's okay that I steal this shirt..." she said as she returned to the doorway of the bathroom, wearing a shirt that was definitely too small for Syphax and was slightly too big for her.

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Abigail was slightly confused at what Torag was trying to tell her about Gregorovic at first, but she understood as he continued explaining the situation. "Are you saying that what I can do places him in a tough spot...?" She knew her aptitude with dreams was respectable in some way, but she didn't know that she'd be able give someone a run for their money with it. It gave her a sense of duty, but the sense faded slightly when Torag brought up that it was a dangerous effort. "How dangerous, exactly...?"

"Not in the slightest!" Miyu cheerily responded to Tartys' concern about it working for the Machina. She continued with some ongoing theories, "I'm also concerned about it being a demonic ploy. There's plenty of hell energy in there too. Might be a demon with augmentation, seen one of those before, or a machina machine that harnesses demonic energy and organic components. It's honestly a rather interesting field of science. I find it weird that I've seen both Machina-Demons and Machina-Angels but never Angel-Demons. I guess we're just more opposed."

"But anyway, if they wanted to achieve something, picking me as the target was pretty dumb. I mean, if they captured me or killed me, that'd actually harm their cause, as I tend to bring down whatever team I'm working for at the moment." Miyu righted her own chair, and scurried around to pull another one out for Tartys if she so wished. It was a bit far away, as it seemed the piled high with mess and parts desk stretched along the entire wall, and Miyu kept the floor clear to wheel around on her chair back and forth the desk's length.

"On that bright note, what can I do for you? I was gonna work on building something that flies really high and checking out the stars, but I hadn't even started yet." Miyu took her own seat and pulled out a cooler filled with ice and drinks from under her work-desk. Tartys might remember the cooler from the Hohenheim battle. Nothing was particularly high grade, mainly knock off brand fruit flavored sodas and cheap wines. A common theme seemed to be cherry and lime flavors.

@Flamelord@Inner Demon




Given Frog's position, her self-imposed mandate, the rage welling up in her body, and her fear of Lucielle and thus by extension Luci, Artoria did the only thing she could think of to swiftly remove and transform Frog and get rid of the evidence. She looked down, and tried to eat him. Hopefully, with a few extra rows of teeth on the way down, she'd be able to get any errant limbs entirely within her mouth before Luci turned around. She'd try out that new black fire or whatnot and see how that held up through resurrections, perhaps she'd be able to kill people immediately, and then because of her special powers combined with the eternal flames, they'd transform upon resurrection. Of course, this would mean she wouldn't be able to steal Frog's powers unless this worked, and Frog was still transformed upon the next time they met.

@Banana

"W-Whaaa…?”

It wasn’t every day one was simply visited by the High Queen herself. And it certainly wasn’t every day one was hugged by said High Queen, let alone in an affectionate manner. But that was exactly what Bastion had found herself doing, unable to form a coherent sentence in mind. Instead, she slowly recuperated the hug, patting Eos’ back for good measure.

“Um…there, there? I appreciate the gesture High Queen but , er, what is this for?" Eos didn’t really give her an answer, instead stating that the view outside her window would help her remember. As to what she was supposed to be remembering, Bastion had no clue. But the view outside was impressive, Bastion gawking at the massive concert stage seemingly built right before her. Since when had they had time to do that?

Wow…but High Queen, why did you want to show me this ?” Bastion asked, turning to Eos. She was still puzzled as to what this had to do with her. To cheer her up? Well, she was called the Queen’s Treasure so maybe that had something to do with the special privileges. “Should we be celebrating in the middle of a war?” Bastion also asked, concerned about their defenses.

CIEL, The Stargazer
^{KC-00032: The Angel's Fortress}

"That feels quite overdone, I think," Ciel said to no one in particular as she looked over the ramparts of the Heaven's fortress. The nature of such an exaggerated fort, built within sight range of the even more exaggerated industrial complex belonging to the Machina was typical of the Nexus, indeed. Ciel was far too used to seeing these things come and go, "Though, the stars seem to have shifted these days. I wonder what that means?"

"Well, it's no use overthinking things. I'm sure that everything will be revealed once the time is ripe," the Stargazer sighed a weary sigh. Sure that's just how everything always was, isn't it? For now she could at least enjoy her time in a rare chance to join a battle.

"Come on, I'm sure you are eager to spread your wings as well, right, Aquila!" Ciel exclaimed as she traced the moved her hand through the air, leaving a glowing path of light that took the shape of the constellation which she called forth. One moment later, the battlefield would be swept by a violent wind as Aquila emerged from the portal created by her master, summoning forth the power of the Goddess she was contracted with to blow away Machina and Demons alike.

EOS, The High Queen
^{KC-00032: The Control Room}

None but the High Queen of the Machina herself observed the battle unroll from within KC-00032's control room, which looked very much like the concert hall that she left behind in Hyperion, surrounded by a pool of liquid metal. This time Eos was going to face the dangers of the frontline by herself. That was the only way she could be sure that her Machina would be inspired enough to fight to their best.

Eos observed as the chaos of war broke before her eyes. Angels, Demons, and Machina, all of them fighting for the final destruction or the defense of the resources poached from under the fangs of the great Leviathan of Ruthria. "It's about time join it as well," the High Queen said as her eyes flashed, taking a brilliant silvery hue. A moment later the metal sprung to life, coating Eos in a majestic looking armor as the High Queen took on her newest battle form.

"All troops loyal to the Machina, this is your High Queen speaking," Eos said, her voice reaching all of the battlefield through KC-00032's sound system loud and clear enough to cut through even the storm summoned by the Angels. "I'll be fighting by your side this time. KC-00032 cannot be allowed to fall under our foes' control. Destroy any who opposes us, that's my decree! Beginning by you..." Eos said as shoot a beam of light toward the sky, a moment later a veritable rain of lasers fell over KC-00032, bombarding the possessed Machina who dared fight against their Queen's commands.

Gregorovic, The Faceless One
^{KC-00032: Factory Floor}

As if on cue, just as Eos nuked every single Machina turncoat, a haunting laughter filled the main floor of the factory, echoing throughout the plant. Along with it came Gregorovic, having blinked deep into the battlefield from the outside. Almost casually, he scooped up one of the dead workers and stuffed the body into his mouth, swallowing it whole and he looked around for some level of mischief to cause. The boot of the man disappeared into the throat of the Faceless One as he caught sight of a window overlooking the floor, and through it the High Queen herself. He swallowed hard and grinned devilishly, drawing his glaives as a golden sheen ran over his eye-slits. "So the High Queen came to say hi. Was I really that missed, Eos?" The weapons unfolded and started to spin like they normally do, a sound not unlike a fan coming from them as he wound up his right arm with dramatic flair. He then flung the glaive at the window.

It simply bounced off the glass and clattered to the floor before snapping back to his hand, a light laugh coming from him. The left one was then thrown into a box of circuit breakers on the northern wall, in which it embedded itself. The lights were swiftly killed in that specific area, leaving Greg to randomize his position while he waited for a victim.

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Torag, Harbinger of Light
^{KC-00032: Angelic Fortress}

Behind Ciel came the trademark sound of clinking armor, signalling the advance of Torag Draken. "Beautiful, aren't they? The Harpies, they could leave and head back to wherever they came from at a moment's notice and forget the war, but they stay." He stood in silence for a moment with two greatswords on his back, one appearing silver and the other gold. Then he continued, drawing both weapons. "I shall see you in the fray I hope, Demons and Machina cannot be given the advantage in this war no matter what." He unceremoniously stepped off of the wall and fell to the field, creating a small crater where he landed. As he started his advance towards the factory, the gate to Celestia opened up behind him as healers, Valkyries, and whatever other legion came forth in his wake.

As everything caught up to him, the wraith started a run for the building, tips of Ragnell and Alondite pointed down at the ground and occasionally scraping it as he went. Anyone that had seen him in action previously would instantly know that an undead Paladin running at a factory meant shit was about to hit the fan.