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Blazermate

Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 2 level up) - (56/130)
Location: Mafia Town
Word Count: Less than 750


Well, whatever those people at the docks were planning came to Mafia town a lot sooner than anyone thought. Its almost if Blzaermate had stayed behind for another 5 minutes she would've had a front row seat to what was basically a bunch of clown cannonballs being launched and attacking the Mafia with wrestling moves. "Thats just weird. So uh... guess we've gotta go help?"

Before she figured out a place to go, Blazermate decided to set up a safety zone. She summoned her engineer who began to build his base, and once the sentry was at least rank 2, she zoomed off to heal and heard the civilians to the safe area. Well, those that weren't caught in combat anyway. While the other seekers went off to either attack the boat itself or defend the city, Blazermate helped with the defense of the town. Something that'd be kinda... interesting since she'd be healing Mafia who were engaging with some of the wrestlers. Making ti so that Mafia that would normally probably lose these fights, suddenly have a turn around and win. At least for the first two she healed and overhealed before leaving for a few others. While big and brutish, they were at least thankful with a single "Thanks blue angel" from one of them in an accent Blazermate couldn't place.

Another thing, healing all these people charged her ubercharge and her projectile shield very quickly. Especially when she came about a group of 3 mafia who had teamed up to take out one of the clowns and were low on health, at least until she healed them up in mere seconds as their wounds were old. Having her resources all set up, she'd have to help one of the others with one of the bigger bads. Perhpas the first one she'd see as she flew around.

Sectonia

Level 12 Sectonia (holding 4 level up) (38/120)
Location: Skyworld
Word Count: Less than 750


Sectonia didn't rest as long as many of the others did, her items letting her heal and restore herself faster than the others even with her giving some Death Pulse healing. As such, she wasn't near Edward when he did his flame sword buff and didn't receive it but would come to find what Edward could do the next time. She wouldn't have much use for it anyway, as she used her holy light to launch sweeping beams of pure light at the corruption until they seemed to unleash their trump card, a sick twisted abomination of considerable power. While the angels could finish it off, it left them bereft of strength which would soon be remedided as the sky shown with bright light from Palutenia, the roof of the building having been blown off to reveal an oncoming airship battle.

While the others engaged some airships, Sectonia instead would try to blast them out of the sky with one attack. Charging a reality shatter, she unleashed it upon an airship who was engaging Edelgard and Ortho, the shattering of reality causing the ship itself to shatter like glass as a white void was left behind. She'd get their attention with an attack like that, if not, her followup blasts of radiant light would find their targets...
Roland

Level 6 Roland (29/60)
Location: Meridi-at-Han
Word Count: 1014


Roland was making himself a nuisance on George. After landing his initial surprise and frankly unhonorable blow on the kaiju monster Roland gained his first emotion level and with it gained Eternally Lit Lamp, with a deep chirpy voice saying "Follow this lamp. I’ll save you all." which would cause enemies to target Roland if he attacked them. This would come to bite him in the butt as he pulled out his swords and started to cut at George from his now exposed backside in an attempt to go for his spine. This got the ape's attention as his pained stomp made those around him scatter, and with Roland only having starting the fight his new abilities or rather downsides reduced his speed enough for George to get a hold of him, his massive hand way too big for Roland to clash with and win with any of his weapons.

Although thankfully for Roland, this wouldn't be his end as he was rescued by both a tall... oddly vampire looking bug man and Oscar who capitalized on Roland's opening and pierced something quite vulnerable on the Kaiju with his massive lance. Roland reacted to being dropped much like an action hero would, summoning a sword to stab into George's side to slow his momentum and make a reasonable landing. All while Grimm had made a swipe at George's eye, and paid the price for it. But unlike Roland, he was able to avoid the worst of the possible damage with some teleporting powers.

"Thanks guys." Roland said, although Grimm seemed to have to leave to go do something else as an assistant came to help him get to wherever he had to go. Roland was confused, but he'd have to wait until George was dealt with. He was wounded, and with one less eye now and some strong wounds on his leg and body he picked up one of the trees to use as a club. Roland countered him by pulling out his gun and shot the Kaiju in the other eye to ruin his oncoming swing at Oscar, forcing him to swing at Roland at a very weird angle allowing Roland to dodge and raise his emotion level to 2, gaining Watchful Eyes with the same chirpy voice saying "For every creature in the forest I saved, my eyes gained another in number.".

He'd need to help finish George off, as the kaiju ape was taking slow but steady damage from the adventurers around his know kneeling legs. And while that was going on, George was trying to use his free hand to grab some of them in an effort to heal off of eating them. Roland made this difficult though, as he grabbed George's attention with his Eternally Lit Lamp and shooting George with a rotation of his crossbow, gun, and X baton in gun form to keep his range from the giant not expecting another save if he got grabbed again. Being unable to get to Roland with all the things swarming him and his cut tendon, and George being forced to focus on Roland really made things annoying for the Kaiju. Especially with people like Oscar having no qualms about going for any weak points that presented themselves.

That annoyance turned into George grabbing and throwing random things at Roland, including people in an attempt to damage and get rid of this person that was making it difficult to regenerate his health. While dodging people, who were also trying to not hit Roland was easy, dodging benches, trees, and the like were much more difficult and would rely on Roland using his melee weapons to deal with them... Although only his greatsword could handle these giant objects which lead to Roland getting hit by a few of these objects. At least all this interactions got him to Emotion level 3, and with it another power Salvation, with that familiar deep chirpy voice saying "If I kill them first, then no one would be killed by the beast!" This made George's ability to throw objects now obsolete, as Roland hit him once more with a ranged shot, sealing his ability to toss things and essentially helping seal the deal with George.

Speaking of, the final blow to George would come from the EGO page Roland acquired, Justitia and him using it on the ape. Having spent so many attacks on George from range, he was surprised and happy that the target of his rage was coming right for him. Or at least, he was happy until Justitia activated, stopping his fist in mid air as the area turned into a red twilight forest and an ethereal noose wrapped itself around George's neck and raised into the air, essentially hanging the creature on his own sins. If George had been healthier, he would've survived, but as this finished him off George dissolved in a burst of page-like willo-wisps leaving behind a Book of George and everyone cheering as they had slain the monster. Roland meanwhile picked up the book and made his way away from the scene, instead following after that bug. He did help save Roland, but something about him seemed a bit suspicious and he didn't know Grimm like he did Oscar, so giving Oscar a thumbs up as he left, he made is way after Grimm.

Finding Grimm funnily enough wasn't all that difficult. Whatever Grimm had to go and do, he made a straight line for it without any care about being followed. Whatever it was, was incredibly important. And as Roland came into view of the battle, he saw Grimm fighting some.... zombies? Like, actual zombies being controlled by someone he didn't recognize. As Roland approached, one of the bugs that looked kind of similar to Grimm stopped him, saying simply. "Stay out of this unless the master says otherwise. Just enjoy the show." Well... Roland wasn't going to argue if thats what they wanted. He did take a few good hits dealing with George, so he could observe for a little bit.
Blazermate

Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 2 level up) - (55/130)
Location: Mafia Town
Word Count: Less than 750


Well, things were still boring. Geralt left, and there wasn't much going on. Since Blazermate couldn't hear what was going on below, and really couldn't read lips, she saw what she assumed was either a higher up or 'boss' of the non mafia group involved with this trading thing coming out with his weapon. To be fair, that wasn't all that unusual since people everywhere had weapons. Getting bored, she decided to fly off and follow Geralt to see what he was doing.

On the way there though, Blazermate saw a flower shop run by... an anime pretty boy? Well, that might not be boring! She decided to give it a quick glance. She landed and went inside and while she saw the marketing outside this was just a flower shop! Well, there was a bit of merchandise of the anime pretty boy, but not really anything she was interested in, nor was the anime boy here himself! Granted, if she had a more permanent place she might grab a poster or something but as it was there wasn't much she could really grab.

Although perhaps she should leave the store with something. It was a flower shop, so why not some flowers? She had some pons from healing Mafia out from time to time, so buying a small bit of flowers to show her friends wasn't too difficult. With a small bunch of flowers in hand, she flew back to follow Geralt back to the Bancho Sushi where the others were as well.

"Oh hey, hows it going everyone?" Blazermate said as she saw Geralt move over to a table with many of the other seekers. "Anyone seen all the weird stuff going on at the docks? Some guy in a flashy outfit seems to be doing some weird deal down there."



Roland

Level 6 Roland (27/60)
Location: Meridi-at-Han
Word Count: Less than 750


Looking at the circus below, it seemed to have quite the display as the show began. Although it seemed the fire probably wasn't part of the show. And then came the quakes... At first Roland thought they were part of the show... but then the real source of those tremors came and boy was it a doozy.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Roland said in a disparaging voice as he saw the three giant monsters invading the town, smashing buildings and causing chaos. "I heard rumors about these things, but they're attacking the city? This is going to be a challenge..." Roland said as he put his mask on to get to work. Taking out a giant monster... it wasn't his first time but for the life of him he couldn't remember the other time. He knew he did take one out... he just couldn't remember it.

At least these creatures weren't causing chaos unabated. They summoned all the adventurers of the city to start to deal with them, and form the looks of it, some of them had some experience. Roland himself decided to go for the first one that appeared, the ape George. Out of the three, he seemed like the leader anyway and being the first one to appear was the one with what looked like the most adventurers fighting him, granted there were so many on each of the kaiju it was hard to tell.

Before he joined the fight though, he looked around at the others and how they were going about things. It seemed defeating the alligator Lizzie was in hand as some seekers went for him, although the third Kaiju didn't have anyone he noticed going after it at the moment.

Roland looked around the ape again and saw an interesting sight. Oscar of the Wedge office was in this fight! Well... he wasn't part of the wedge office now. Instead he just seemed to be a skilled lancer. Roland had only briefly dealt with the man, but whatever Roland remembered of him was quickly put aside due to what happened directly after. Still, it was a bit interesting to see someone he knew... if vaguely.

Roland made his way to the Kaiju. Getting Oscar's attention ended up being a bit easier than he expected, with the crocodile noticing those around its toes and stomped, knocking them all back. Roland used this opportunity to flag down Oscar, who was getting ready for another go.

"Oy, Oscar!" Roland said, getting the fixers attention. The... fasionable fixer gave Roland a glance but didn't say much. "What do you want?". "I've got a plan to get that thing down on its knees to make it a lot easier to take down. But I'm going to need a boost." Oscar looked at Roland, but didn't recognize him. He did however sense that Roland was more experienced than him, although not being in the City meant Oscar didn't have fixer ranks on his mind. Still though, this fool could be sending himself to his death or have a good plan, but he at least looked more there than the other adventurers here. "Sure kid." he said.

Thanks to the distraction of the others and a boost from Oscar, Roland climbed up the creature and being up midway, started to use his own strikes on the hips of the creature. He'd prefer to get to the head, but it was a bit too big right now, and with a few.... choice hits, Roland was sure he could get the thing to collapse which would help a lot more than a single person smacking it in the face. Rolling the floor of Philosiphy for this fight, Roland went in swinging using his large hammer to smack the giant ape right in the weakspot of every guy in an attempt to get it to kneel over so those below could get some much better hits. Normally Roland would feel bad about doing something like this, if the thing he wasn't attacking was a giant cartoon looking monster.
The wayward commander

Location: skyworld - the ivory tower
Wordcount: 3653 (+4)
Edward Portsmith: Level 1 EXP: ////////// (4/10)
Level 12 Sectonia (holding 4 level up) (37/120)


As the angels mustered outside of the Ivory Citadel, within a man sat upon a throne of whispers with a tome of corruption open in his lap, its fangs digging into the flesh of his thighs, tendrils digging into the open wounds, and also guiding him to turn the pages.

His the cloth adornment on his armor was stained with black, his hair unkept and untended, his skin pale, black veins covered his eyes and ears like a blindfold, and yet despite all this, the corruption did not suffuse his body like it did the reanimated angels. Simply clung to him. Guided him. Deceived him.

A gurgling rumble rocked the tower as the angels took flight, spurring its eldritch defenders to action, but to Edward it roared like a siren, shill and loud. His eyes rose from the tome and beheld not horrors and undead, but mortal soldiers of dozens of species, dressed in red uniforms marked with a symbol that was a cross between a gear and an ankh.

Magic as a mechanism, the symbol of the commonwealth, Edward’s lost home. A home lost to the forces and magics of gods, gods that the corruption whispered were coming for it again.

The book snapped shut, tendrils unwinding, teeth retracting leaving black clots where they had pierced him. He stood, placed the tome upon the throne, and then picked up from beside it his magelock rifle, ready to defend his country.

Had that gun been all he’d been good for, then he would have been the same as the corrupted angels that surrounded him, the casualties of his plunge into this tower several weeks before when the corruption had been weaker. When he had foolishly thought he could understand it, beat it at its own game, and turn the automata of the citadel back to the path of the light under his command.

When the throne and time had called him, he had been allowed to keep his mind for three reasons. The first sat atop the two towers of the Citadel, bowstrings being pulled back and readying to fire. The second was made clear as he pressed a hand down to one of the three tomes hanging from his waist. The tome of Pyromancy flared at his touch, and then drank from the array of mana batteries also attached to the belt, causing a wave of heat to wash out across the citadel, causing the weapons of its corrupt defenders to glow searing hot.

The third was far more simple: it needed a commander

He ascended the stairs , scanned the incoming forces, the corruption drawing the faces of godir over their leaders, and decided where he was needed most.

”Fliers, mages, rangers, draw them in. Rogues and line holders, prepare the pre-planed hammer and anvil strategies at the entrances” he commanded, using general terms for the mix and match forces under his disposal, who he saw as humans, goblins, giants, catfolk and more, rather than the dead and the unholy.

He then turned and began to ascend towards the battlements, ordering ”Magelocks and constructs with me,” gaining the jerky attention of a squad of corrupted feather bows that had their armaments modernised, as well as hulking stone consruct warriors and small hovering construct sentinels.

He arrived just as battle was joined, gesturing with his hand to direct his magelocks to take cover behind the constructs, as well as doing so himself. Magic and searing hot arrows filled the air, which did admittedly result in some of the archers being set on fire as the feather-shields reflected the statuses back at them. A worthy sacrifice, however, as the individual burning debuffs were rather weak, effectively letting them strip those defenses in anticipation of more potent debuffs or fully stacking 5 more stacks of burning on them afterwards.

The man knew his enemy, even if he was blinded to the fact that the reason why this was is because he’d fought beside them. Instead he simply assumed he had studied them, which made the new additions to the enemy’s forces what took his focus, one of which stood out in particular.

Another angel, some dragon knight, a human with keys of all things as weapons and the now mounted Edelgard fell into known parameters, so the giant bee represented the biggest question mark when it came to the new addition, and thus the biggest potential spanner in the works of his plan.

There was a simple solution to this however, and that was to command his troops to ”Eliminate that unknown variable”

As he called out the command, a blood red aura surrounded Sectona, as each and every bit of fire power on his tower turned her way, guided by the marked debuff she’d just gained. Spells and ballista bolts were lossed, but most dangerous of all the firepower were the magelocks, who after a moment of stabling themselves via speccircles, unleashed a thunderous musket volley of searing hot lead at the queen.




Sectonia meanwhile was advancing herself to take out some ballista. Using the powers granted by the Radiance to rain lasers and swords of light down upon the corruption in front of her, with her tesla coil, and heartstopper aura causing damage to any of the corruption that got close. And to add insult to injury, on top of that she had her Chaos Shield up, so any corruption that managed to get through her advancing line of lasers, swords, the occasional light ring or three, and her minions would just find their attacks bouncing off the mighty shield. She had gained a large amount of power within the past few weeks, and it was on display here. And this was evident to Edward who decided to mark Sectonia, causing all of his minions alongside those operating the ballista she was moving to destroy to attack her.

At first the increased volume of attacks got her notice, but she kept on her advance… at least until the ballista targeted her as well as those hiding behind the contraptions. Well, guess it was time to actually stop having ‘fun’ crushing these things with a slow march and instead do what she came to do. After all, her shield was strong, but taking too much concentrated fire couldn’t be good.

Using her blink, she teleported much closer to the magelocks with a rapid series of after images following her, the light around her becoming blinding as she summoned swords on the platform they were stationed on before shooting many beams of light all around herself in a 3 wave blast towards the contraptions and the magelocks.

Lasers hammered into the stone construct, cracking some and breaking others even as they did their job of providing cover, and each one that fell immediately got a sentinel hovering over it to begin resurrecting it. That was according to plan. What was not was the swords stabbing up and out of the floor of the tower itself, bypassing every defensive barrier.

The ballista, entirely unable to move, had its bowstring cut by a rising sword, rendering it entirely useless. Edward himself sidestepped a rising blade, pulling the corrupted magelock next to him out of the way as well. The rest of his troops were not so lucky to have their general on hand, and several were skewered on the spot.

Edward internally cursed and dismayed at the sheer number of deaths that had just occurred in the blink of an eye, but externally kept his cool. If the general showed fear or doubt, that would sweep through the ranks, and then everyone under his command would be dead.

”Magelocks, back into the tower!” He commanded, not willing to waste their ‘lives’ simply as fodder to soak up this attack, their weapons entirely impractical for this foe.

He however was still armed with something useful, slinging his magelock rifle over his shoulder and drawing a pistol of the same make. He fired off shots as he kept moving, directing the retreat and using his free hand to help his wounded, physically hauling them to their feet and urging them on with words of encouragement that fell on dead ears.

Despite having put the ranged core in disarray, Sectonia’s blinking charge echoed Urial’s blazing dive, and what Edward had prepared for her now was unleashed upon the queen as well.

Half a dozen corrupted angels champions, wielding greatswords and covered in crystalline growths and heavy armor, launched themselves at the queen bee, while several ayfids emerged from hiding spots within the black spikes brabling the tower top, rising up above the queen to bombard her with rapid fire energy blasts.

Sectonia, being smug as she was having walked through and annihilated her ballista, and now this tower, fell right into this trap. While a strong shield, it still lacked the true power the chaos heart held and with the previous punishment the shield took, once it took the initial ambush set by Edward, the commander could see the very rainbow shield he had seen earlier finally shatter. Seeing this herself, she summoned Antlers to act like a buffer, Summoning 2 golden ones nad a red one to surround her.

These being ground pounders however opened them up to assault from the constructs, the stone hulks lumbering in to deliver crushing blows with their mighty mauls.

All of these forces being around the bee queen in close quarters would find that she had a lot of area of effect attacks that were tricky to deal with in close range. First her newly acquired powers were on display as every corrupted angel around her felt their vitality slowly drain as they were around her as her heartstopper aura stripped it away from them. Actively the queen let out bursts of energy that not only healed her when done, but damaged everything near her as homing skulls chased them.

Granted being much more skilled than the riff raff outside, when she tried her rings of light or void globules as attacks, the angels could dodge them with a bit of difficulty; At first they found her attacks easy to dodge, but after getting hit by a light ring making a sudden 90 degree turn after it was dodged to correct itself, they learned that her attacks had a bit of a trick to dodging them. Still, thanks to her auras, they were on a timer. Although being surrounded by an ambush, they’d find that they’d have to keep her engaged in melee or she’d start to fill the area with projectiles again. And with her antlers guarding her back, they’d find she wasn’t a slouch with her swordplay either, although her spells were far more dangerous. That and her size made it easy for more than one angel to engage her at a time, even with her antlers making it difficult to flank her. Still, those angelic sword strikes left a lingering fire effect on her, which while it was annoying and painful, it wasn’t as effective as it could be thanks to some of her items.

”cycle charge it to stay out of that aura for as long as possible!” Edward commanded the wilting fliers as he pulled the last of his ranged core back. The constructs meanwhile he left to tough out the damage aura, because if the guardians fell the sentinels could simply nip in to pick them back up again.

Rather than fully retreat however, he crouched down on the stairs so that the top of them obscured him from view and pulled out his magelock rifle, gesturing to the rear of the rifle angels to do the same.

Once they were in position he called out a command of ”Fliers back!”, causing the corrupt angels attacking the queen to withdraw just as their commander and a half dozen rifles stood up. Rings glowed around them as they aimed, and the red aura surrounded Sectonia again as they let out another thunderous barrage at the now shieldless queen.

Sectonia was getting tired of this retreating game this ‘commander’ was doing. But retreating meant that while he was repositioning, he wasn’t attacking while the queen was keeping herself up and about. And with his new command to deal with her heartstopper aura, it gave her quite a bit of breathing room. Hm…. considering he couldn’t stand up to her, perhaps he was quite weak. The tactical brains of the corruption as it were, as without his orders, these things were quite… foolish as they slammed themselves amongst the angelic defenses of skyworld.

Speaking of getting to this commander, she’d have to clear out these forces and his own personal defenses. And first was taking out the recent corrupted angel that decided to engage her. She’d use this one as an example, and hopefully blast through that defensive line of the commander at the same time.

Focusing energy in one of her hands as her wings glowed, Sectonia used the charged up light power she had gotten from the light based damage she had been dealing earlier to blast the angel and everything behind it, aiming towards Edward’s defensive line with the great draconic laser of light. Although she’d be taking some retaliatory shots from Edward’s defensive line with their lack of fear from getting a giant laser blasted at them. She’d then use another ability on the angel she blasted as the main target of this beam with her Reaper’s scythe, causing a grim reaper’s scythe to finish off the weakened corrupted angel before it could get away.

Still though, getting riddled with annoying shots and burns wasn’t her idea of ‘fun’, and she found this annoying and painful, although she wouldn’t let Edward see that. Weren’t those angels on her side supposed to come once she took out that ballista or were they doing something else?

Right on cue a cry of “For Father!” came from behind her, followed by a volley of arrows launched by feather bows, slowing shots putting an end to the corrupted angel’s harrying of the queen, while photon arrows softened up the constructs for her minions.

After their opening volley, the archers peeled off to the side, clearing the way for feather swords and shields to dive down into the fray alongside Sectonia. Lastly among their rank and file, the feather-staffs doused the flames lapping at the queen’s vitality, and shored it up as well, undoing much of the corruption's hard work.

Their leader, an Angel Champion, cleaved clean through one of her corrupted kindred as he led the charge, before saluting the queen with his blade, exalting her for taking down the ballista so swiftly.

Their arrival was Edward’s cue to leave, the commander ordering ”Living, fall back! Constructs, hold the line!”, turning to hurry down the stairs alongside his remaining mage-locks, while the last corrupted champions dove for lower windows, leaving only the (least beaten thanks to the sentinels resurrection ability) construct units to hold the line.

“Strange, I didn’t expect to hear a voice from the corrupted. I could swear I’ve heard that one before as well” the champion commented as he casually blocked a blow from one of the constructs, before calling out for his troops to “let the fallen run, we will bring them peace soon enough. Secure this landing zone first” even as he dismembered his stone foe’s offending arm with a massive glowing blade.

Such a line of action was exactly the one Edward had predicted and hoped for, the commander priming the top of the tower to blow… just as soon as his wounded were clear of the blast radius.

Edward was making an escape, and considering what the angel said and what Sectonia has seen over the past few days, the fact that he was intelligent in an ocean of instinct was definitely something that shouldn’t get away. Well, with another heal from her death pulse, she got ready and used her blink strike to cut off Edward’s escape.

Although instead of striking him with a sword, she scooped up the retreating man before he could even draw his sword, her hand so big that Edward looked like a toy in comparison. And to make sure he couldn’t give better orders to stop his ‘kidnapping’, she used a single finger to silence him as she summoned a red antler behind herself to keep his troops busy and make a semi escape to give some distance to continue her plan.

The fastest way to get information from someone like this, at least in a way that was expedient and not messy, well, there were a few methods. But one method of hers would be much more expedient than the other. Summoning her striker Nastasia, the business woman took one look at the situation and didn’t even need to be commanded to get what was going on. With a simple “k’ay, time for you to get with the program.”, she used her powers on the restrained Edward. The man struggled at first, but fell under her command soon enough, despite the corruption still clinging to his face.

Sectonia could loosen her grip on the man at this point, whom gave her a salute saying “Praise Sectonia.” With that, she gave him a nod and made her way back to the Angels to make her get away, saying. ”Now, tell me what you know about this ‘corruption’, and your name.”

”Edward Portsmith your majesty, and most prudent would be that, under its sway, I rigid both of these towers to explode once the battlements where lost” the man who could now see clearly and yet was at the very same time under yet another thrall-hood, informed her crisply and calmly despite the fact that they were quite little in a room full of magical gunpowder who’s fuse was lit.

He pointed that out a moment later, naturally, specifically identifying a mound of otherwise inconspicuous ammo crates to be the home of the explosive charge known as an unstable mana core, the impending detonation of which could not be stopped.

”Well then…” Sectonia said, surprised and both pleased and concerned at this outcome. With her duty done Nastasia had desapawned, and now there wasn’t much to do but escape this tower before it exploded. And unlike before, she couldn’t just blink away with her ‘new commander’ in tow, she’d have to get out the old way of flying. Getting Edward in a much more firm, although not hurtful grip, Sectonia used her other hand to cast Haste upon herself and zoomed up and out of the tower, bypassing and taking hits from whatever corrupted entities stood between her and the top.

Upon leaving the tower, she told the angels to fall back, as the corruption had set this tower as a trap for them all in the end. But she wasn’t going to get caught in an explosion if she could help it without her Chaos Shield.

While confused, the angels on her side didn’t disobey her instruction and escaped a few moments later, although the timer on Edward’s final gambit was short and while it saved the angels from outright dying from the explosion, some of them were still too close to it and got badly injured from the tower debris. Having hasted herself, Sectonia was much further away from the blast radius, leaving her and Edward unharmed.

”I suppose asking questions further from the front lines would be better. A commander would do best behind allies after all.” Sectonia said, learning to adapt to what Nastasia’s mind control offered her. Unlike true mind control, Edward had his loyalties shifted to Sectonia, but was otherwise fully himself and autonomous. Time would tell how much this would fight against the corruption, but if there wasn’t much she could get thanks to this corruption, a friend heart might fix things, those seemed to fix anything.

”I’d prefer to fight closely behind allies, if that serves your majesty. A commander should ask nothing of his troops that he himself will not do” Edward replied, having already shown a proclivity to lead from, if not the front, then at least right behind it. Given that he then proceeded to explain that ”I also have intimate knowledge of the defenses I myself prepared, and the locations of the corrupt cores that are the hearts of the enemy, which would be best provided first hand to your majesty's forces” this strategy certainly had had its flaws in this specific instance.

Still, because the queen had not removed it from where it clung to his senses, time would only tell how much it would be able to sabotage his attempts to serve his new master. Something that Sectonia had been thinking about as well. For having such a strong ability, she hadn’t used Nastasia all that often. Usually due to the restriction of needing to hold someone down for quite a long period at once and having little opportunity to do so.

Well, perhaps a ‘trust but verify’ method could be used here. Or… an experiment perhaps. A more thorough test of this power. Compare what Edward told them to their own intelligence, then see what intelligence he tells after a friend heart cleanses the corruption. Perhaps it would be the same, or different. But that would help Sectonia understand this lesser understood power of hers.
Blazermate

Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 2 level up) - (54/130)
Location: Mafia Town
Word Count: Less than 750


Being what was essentially the new flying angel of the area, Blazermate would often fly around Mafia Town at all hours while looking for unique or fun things to do. Most of her allies tended to work at the various restaurants, which wasn't something that interested her, so she had to find her own fun. And this time, that fun would be in observing a new ship that came into port that many people seemed to be excited about for one reason or another.

Finding a high up perch, she watched as many, many people seemed to line up for whatever this was. She was a bit too far away to get a great view since she could only zoom in so far, but she noticed that people were trading orbs, one of them being the money the Mafia often used. Although after awhile with nothing happening but trading of pearls and pons, Blazermate was getting bored. That was until she did a final scan of the line and saw Geralt there in the line. Well... she guessed there was something going on here? So she continued to watch although laying down lazily on the high up girder she was watching this all from.

"Huh... Wonder what hes doing here?" Blazermate said as he watched and waited as Geralt made his way up the line. If she had a bag of chips and could eat them, she'd be munching them right now with the casual pose she was giving. Although when Geralt left without much fanfare, she got bored again. Maybe she'd see Nadia or Captain or something come on over and do something more flashy. Granted come to think of it, Nadia wouldn't be here unless these things had cat faces on them huh? Well, Blazermate had time to kill, so why not watch this go down a bit more. If nothing happened, she'd just tail Geralt.



Roland

Level 6 Roland (26/60)
Location: Meridi-at-Han
Word Count: Less than 750


Looking at the circus below with Goldweis and Primrose, Roland couldn't help but show a bit of concern. "Well... as long as they keep to basic stuff and don't get all weird about it, it... should be fine?" Roland said. He was curious as to what a bug circus could bring, since it was actual anthropomorphic bugs and not like... a syndicate or something. "I don't know aobut you two, but I'm morbidly curious as to what is going down there. If the city sees this as a huge holiday, its gotta be good right?" And at that point Roland had almost turned on a dime on how he felt about the circus after he had given it a bit more thought. After all, the 9 o clock circus only appeared in desolate, rundown areas to prey on the desperate and depressed but this was in the middle of a giant city so who knows, it could be fun?

Blazermate

Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 2 level up) - (53/130)
Location: Mafia Town
Word Count: Less than 750


Blazermate took a bit to get over what happened to Bowser. Although it made sense now that she thought about it, he wasn't all that smart. Hopefully he didn't turn into a consul the next time they saw her, Ganondorf would be happy about that though. Still, Mafia town was colorful, fun, although she couldn't enjoy any of the fish or cooking on display. The Mafia running the town, or so they called themselves, were pretty goofy all things considered. But from what she heard from the others who were here, their food was good.

Getting up to her own shenanigans, although they were things she wasn't all that sure were shenanigans, upon learning that the random flying blue girl robot could heal grievous wounds with ease, when she was around an area the Mafia were often emboldened to push people they normally weren't up to pushing around due to getting injured. They'd do their shenanigans, and much like they assumed, they'd get beaten up a bit, and come running to the medabot for heals so they didn't have to rest for days. While Blazermate was fine with healing what she assumed were town guards (And likewise, was often given more freedom around Mafia town than most.), she actually contributed to the crime of the city more than she thought.

Hey, at least the occasional Mafia was happy enough to pay her a tip, although that was often rare. Really the biggest boon was the fact that she could fly around the city at her leisure without being bothered too much by Mafia... well unless they needed heals of course.



Roland

Level 6 Roland (25/60)
Location: Meridi-at-Han
Word Count: Less than 750


Meridi-at-Han was a glamorous looking city, but a City non the less. Fixer work suited Roland, it was really the only thing he was good at. But that also meant he was good at a lot of things. Although he expected that this group would give him some money, apparently that wasn't the case. Instead they relied on his resourcefulness to make ends meet. Something that he at least had in spades, and as such started a new fixer office in Meridi-at-Han.

Being a city of adventurers, work wasn't really a problem. The problem was that there were also tons and tons of others looking for work and unlike the City, Roland couldn't really use his name to sell things. At this point he doubted the old grading systems even meant anything anymore which really sucked... But at least now he didn't have to call himself a grade 9 fixer anymore. And unlike many of the adventurers here, he offered something they lacked... anonymity. Anyone who saw him walking around would just assume 'hes just another guy' and wouldn't remember him once he left their sight. That and his silent movement made him one heck of an assassin. Although all that being said, he preferred to be an information broker.

While getting information took a bit, he learned much what Goldweis learned about the city to the north and the guardian of the area. Apparently that was common knowledge. But he also learned the lay of the land and what generally was in all the areas. His services on the other hand were... pretty bog standard contracts all things considered. Almost clandestine with kill 4 ogres here or 15 butterflies there... Honestly Roland was expecting way bigger jobs but there weren't Stars here. It paid the bills though and even got Roland a new weapon.



Speaking of Goldweis. When Roland went to grab a bite to eat; the one thing he loved about the city with its various delicious foods, he saw the vet looking over the balcony looking at the upcoming circus. "Hey old timer, enjoying the food?" Roland said, silently sitting next to the vet out of punching range, a plate of curry next to him. "I wonder whats going to go on with that circus. The masks I saw from a few of them kinda creep me out."



Sectonia

Level 12 Sectonia (holding 4 level up) (33/120)
Location: Skyworld
Word Count: Less than 750


Being under the rule of someone else was not something Sectonia liked. But one does what one does when the only one above you is a literal god. A god that was pretty much hands off in all regards, so much so that Sectonia could at least add the details she liked to the temple. At first there were some chatter and disapproval at Sectonia summoning random crystal platforms, but once it was shown that these platforms were not only decorative, but functional as sniping positions for some angels to snipe at the corruption, as well as her own abilities made them begrudgingly accept the admittedly pretty crystals. Sectonia meanwhile aided with dealing with the corruption, or even pushing it back, with her antlers and her own abilities.

Although strong on the frontlines, Sectonia more spent her time learning about what was around the area, about powerful artifacts and other such things. Although so far she had only a couple leads and nothing concrete. As much as she'd like to research all of this, she'd oftne have to refresh her antlers who were fighting on the front lines, or use her own light based abilities while cloaked in her Chaos heart shield to push back and often gain some ground before retreating back to continue looking at what she was more interested in, power.
Here are my redone character sheets.



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Skyworld’s the Limit

Midna’s @DracoLunaris, Pit’s @Yankee, Sectonia’s @Archmage MC, Roxas’ @Double, Sandalphon’s @Lugubrious
Word Count: 5761 (+6)



Given the altitude of the Avenger’s target, this deployment went much more quickly than the drops to Carnival Town, Markarth, and Peach’s Castle. Perked up by her extra-strong morning coffee, Sandalphon withstood the bumpy ride down as best she could, but even the stolid archangel could not steel herself for what she saw when her bullet-like hellpod hit the ground. When its lid popped off, blindingly brilliant sunlight flooded in, and as Sandalphon recoiled from its radiance the floor panel beneath her automatically lifted her up into the day’s warmth. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and when they did she could begin to behold the stunning beauty of Skyworld at dawn, in all its glory.

Floating high above the Sandswept Sky’s eastern coast, Skyworld took the form of a gargantuan array of interconnected sky islands, sprawled out both horizontally and vertically, their mountainous landmasses of pale stone contrasted against the rich yellows and oranges of lush, perennially autumnal foliage. A number of the islands featured a more natural appearance, with pools of pristine water, golden grasses, and placid herbivores interspersed among their untouched deciduous sentinels. Most, however, featured at least some semblance of deliberate masonry, and many of the largest islands featured architectural achievements of astonishing size and grandeur. Holy spires, breathtaking cathedrals, and lovely temples could be found all over, surrounded by elaborate monuments and serving as the centerpieces of angelic colonies of a uniform Greco-Roman style. Over everything towered several minor erdtrees, the most massive of which could be found on the centermost and largest sky island of all, Eden, surrounded by concentric rings of idyllic waterfall terraces. As divine as it all looked, especially that immense tree with its luminous leaves, this was no perfect paradise. Its many fortified bastions, ramparts, and winged soldiers spoke of plentiful turmoil, and nowhere seemed more active than the acropolis stronghold of Palutena’s Temple, sheltered beneath the wings of the goddess of light herself.

The reason for Skyworld’s standing army became clear after a little more searching. Not all of the archipelago’s islands were autumnal parks or angelic townships. In sharp contrast, some of them -on the far side opposite Eden and Palutena’s Temple- were stained pitch-black and sickly yellow-green, infested and overgrown by some form of inky, oozy corruption with a tendency to form crystalline deposits and eye-like growths. From here it was hard to make out the details, but even at a distance it inspired a strong aversion in anything healthy and/or holy. No doubt the denizens of this airborne realm kept those islands as isolated and quarantined as possible, on guard against possible vectors of infection around the clock.

Sandalphon looked around. She and the other Seekers had dropped into the middle of a small forested island at a high altitude, which she had to thank for the good view she’d gotten of Skyworld itself. Both Eden and Palutena’s Temple weren’t all that far off. Everything about this place appealed to the archangel’s aesthetic sense immensely, and it was hard to suppress her excitement as she absorbed the awe-inspiring scenery. Given her typical nonchalance, Sandalphon was practically giddy. “It would be a shame to rush through this place,” she remarked to the others. “Though we’re here to find Palutena, let us not disregard Skyworld’s wondrous beauty in the process.”

"Heheh, it is pretty great isn't it?" Pit stood with his hands at hips and his wings spread proudly. He breathed the air in deeply, beaming at his friends and companions before looking out over the various islands again and throwing his hands up, open and wide. "Welcome to Skyworld! This is where me, the Centurions, and Lady Palutena live. And Pittoo sometimes, but since he joined up with Viridi he hasn't really visited."

Pit took in the whole of Skyworld, everything that it had been combined with, what was different and what was still the same. His gaze lingered on Palutena's Temple, his home, more than once. There were a lot more islands, though many of them didn't look out of place at all. Bridges connected some, others were free floating. Compared to the eternal summer usually found in the realm, it now appeared to be autumn, which was an interesting change. He noted the legions of Palutena's Army, the army he was captain of, flitting around in the distance, as well as the corroded islands they had fortified against. He squinted at these corrupted spaces, finding some had a disturbing resemblance to the Chaos Kin, but from here he couldn't be sure. Is this what they've been dealing with up here? Lady Palutena was too busy with the army to reach out to me? the young angel thought. He was still worried over the goddess, but just being back in Skyworld alleviated a lot of his fears.

"It's not exactly the same though. Hmm... honestly, I kinda like some of the changes," he said, his eyes tracing the trunk of the largest erdtree. After a moment, and another glance at the temple, he finally tore his attention away from the area and put it back on the other Seekers.

"We can island hop! Plus I want to get a closer look at what that dark stuff is. It can't be good."

”Yes, look, definitely a thing I can do right now,” Midna replied, a hand raised to try and shield her eyes from the sun, the combination of helmet, mask, and literal blindfold apparently not doing much to protect the twilight princess’ dark adapted sight. Her desert adapted flygon, despite its twilight-ification, meanwhile, was more than happy to sun itself by her side while it waited to take her to the skies.

”Hmmm. I suppose we should’ve expected some kind of battleground here as well… I suppose if we need to island hop I can carry one of you non fliers.” Sectonia said, looking at the situation before her. She’d prefer more flowers and less architecture, perhaps more gemstones, but Pit was right, this place wasn’t half bad.

Luckily for Roxas, he still had his Jackal mask which he could wear to shield his eyes from the sun for the most part. [gold=gold]”So this is like a land of angels?”[/color] Roxas asked. It did seem pretty appropriate that angels would inhabit a kingdom of floating sky islands way up in the clouds like this. Something about this also reminded him a lot of a place that existed in his own world too, but since Roxas had never personally visited that place he couldn’t completely confirm the similarities.

Since Midna was taller than him now, Pit couldn't do much to provide her with extra shade (if it would have even helped). Which was a shame since she wouldn't be able to really appreciate the area. They had to get her some sunglasses. At Roxas' question he looked at the other boy, started to nod, and then turned to shaking his head... and then paused and nodded again.

"It probably is now? I mean, back home I'm the only angel that lives here. Lady Palutena mentioned the Centurions aren't really, and she doesn't count 'cause she's a goddess. Sandalphon was the first actual angel I've met besides me!" He looked back out towards the main island. "I wonder what other kinds of angels are here now!"

While her new surroundings interested her the most, Sandalphon kept an eye on her allies as well. Pit seemed to be full of energy and pride, eager to show off this aerial archipelago and its wonders despite the drastic departures from the Skyworld he knew and loved. If he were a tour guide, then she, Roxas, and Sectonia were certainly the tourists. The same couldn’t be said for Midna, whose natural loathing of light had not, unfortunately, been mitigated by her many fusions. Inwardly, Sandalphon both wondered why she chose to come here and lauded her tenacity for doing so. Weighing Midna’s discomfort against her own desire to explore, and keeping in mind the possibility that surprise visitors might not be welcome in high-security areas, the archangel quickly calculated a route through the sky islands. Among the members of this group, only Sectonia could fly freely, but the rest could at least slow-fall or long jump, which opened up a lot of paths. “Let’s be off, then. We’ll have ample time for admiration in transit.”

Just as Pit said, the Seekers began to island hop. Though Sandalphon prescribed a reasonably efficient route toward Palutena’s Temple for Midna’s sake, it would be difficult for any trip through Skyworld to not be scenic. The high-altitude wind practically sang through the trees decked out in fall colors, and each sculpture they passed seemed more impressive than the next. Various creatures could be found all over, especially in the untouched autumn woods, including curious egg-shaped paissa, mischievous gaelicats, two-faced remlits, eerie seraphaces, and moody bansheep. As the newcomers marched up and down well-worn stone stairs, past pillars, and through ancient archways, they could scarcely ignore the patrols of the well-armed angels that Pit had been so curious about. Every squad featured at least one formidable Feathershield, each one possessed of brawn as grand as his sterling silver armor and towering greatshield polished to a mirror sheen. In their company one could find a handful of gallant Featherswords, keen Featherbows, and slight Featherstaffs, all wearing either helmets or silvery masks. Rarer but more impressive still were the elites, the Storm Wardens with wings of light and heavy cannons, as well as the Champions so heavily armed and armored that they might as well have been holy mechs. Though vigilant as they flew about, these angels did not regard the newcomers with hostility, especially once they got a good look at Sandalphon’s remarkable triple halo and Pit’s own white-feathered wings. Instead they treated the newcomers with courtesy, nodding politely as they flapped past. Somewhat relieved, Sandalphon continued to keep up with her energetic young charge as well as she could as the team drew closer to Palutena’s Temple.

”So, you said your lady Palutena is a goddess, yes?” Midna asked Pit, casually, and then gave a touch too much away by adding ”as in an actual goddess?” with just a hint of need before controlling for that and asking ”what’s she like?”

"Oh man, where do I start?" he replied without looking over at Midna, starry eyed gaze fixed on the unfamiliar angelic soldiers and the next island they'd have to hop down to. He probably would have launched into the same speech he gave Sandalphon about her the day before, if no one had cut him off.

”Hmph, if her beauty doesn’t eclipse or even come close to mine, I’ll be very disappointed.” Sectonia said, having power that rivaled the gods or so she thought, and then having absorbed the power of one just recently. Although to her it was more about beauty. ”Although so far, things have been… fine. I could see places to work on, but so far things are acceptable.”

"Acceptable" was high praise coming from the Queen of Floralia, but it was overridden by her first comment, at least in Pit's ears. He whirled around to face Sectonia, pale pink color spreading on his cheeks. "It definitely does! Lady Palutena is perfect! She's—whoa!"

Moving backward, Pit nearly slipped from the edge of the floating rock they were on. He caught himself before falling, pushing off the side and spreading his wings to glide down to the nearest island. When he landed he huffed, then waited for the others to swoop down and join him. Once everyone met Lady Palutena, they would understand how wonderful she was. And it would be soon, hopefully. The thought was energizing Pit, but he reigned it in as best he could, and once the others joined him again he gave Midna a serious answer.

"Lady Palutena is the Goddess of Light. She's awesome - strong, smart and kind. You'll like her! Just, maybe don't look directly at her halo."

Sectonia gave a bit of a chuckle at hearing that. She had just absorbed a light goddess herself. ”Hm… that's interesting. I do hope she doesn’t dislike our princess here like the Guardian of the Under would.” Sectonia mused. ”She targeted Ganondorf quite often…”

Not quite sure of the logical connection behind Sectonia’s thought process, Sandalphon focused on the road ahead, as well as the person of interest who the quartet would find at the end. “It sounds like Palutena and I will get along. Although I often assume directorial duties in combat operations, my role is primarily dictated by necessity, due to my talents in logistics, communication, and calculation. I would offer no reservations about ceding the role to someone who’s similarly capable but also displays true leadership qualities, such as the charisma to inspire strength and loyalty in the troops.” After brushing back a few strands of hair teased out of place by the wind, Sandalphon slipped her hands in her pockets as she continued on. “Objectively speaking, somebody like me could be replaced with a sufficiently powerful computer. Someone like this Palutena, however, sounds irreplaceable.”

”Then she might be just what we need” Midna concluded based on all this, even if her desire was more for a hand wise and true enough to be trusted to hold Galeem’s power than specifically a leader to dictate how to claim it. She Seekers were no nation or army, and they were held together by a shared interest and shared foe, rather than any kind of loyalty to any sort of leader after all.

Flurries of falling leaves blew overhead and scraped softly across the ground as the team proceeded over an arched stone bridge. The closer they got to Palutena’s Temple, the more built up these islands were, to the point where they became less like free-floating masses and more like supports for the structures built atop them. At this point, most of the angel soldiers the newcomers encountered appeared to either be on guard duty, preparing to deploy, or returning from assignment. Though wary of the unfamiliar faces, they behaved no less cordially than the patrols encountered earlier; evidently Sandalphon’s halo did a lot of talking. It wasn’t long before the Seekers’ road brought them to a heavily fortified gate that barred the way to the temple grounds, where they found a Feathershield captain running drills. Boasting a remarkably burly physique but unusually small wings, the man noticed the strangers immediately, and turned away from his soldiers with a stern, stony face.

“Peace be with you,” he greeted in a flat but proper English accent. “You must be new here. On behalf of Skyworld’s angels, welcome. I am Fodoquia, a humble blade of the Father and soldier of Palutena’s Army. If you please, state your names, affiliations, and business here at the seat of Skyworld’s power.”

The Archangel bowed her head respectfully. “Peace be with you, Fodoquia. I am Sandalphon, servant of the goddess Illia. Though I lack wings in this form, I too am an angel, as is young Pit here.” She gestured toward her companion. “And these are Midna, Roxas, and Sectonia, our friends and comrades. Though I understand her to be a busy woman, we seek to meet with Lady Palutena.”

“Illia?” A much deeper voice rang out as another formidable angel descended from the top of the gate on great white wings. He stood even taller than Fodoquia, and made for a striking sight in heavy gold-and-white armor. Though bald-headed, he sported a white goatee, and a symbol on his forehead that shone with inner light. This angel was ever bit a no-nonsense professional as his counterpart, and after he alighted he and Fodoquia on either side of the gate made for an imposing pair of gate guards indeed. “Never heard of her,” he declared, crossing his arms.

Sandalphon shifted her weight slightly. “Long ago, she made the first-ever pact with a dragon, in this case the Holywyrm Elysium. Their divine accord quelled the conflict between man and dragon to create the foundation of society across Grastaea. Though she is worshiped as a goddess and the progenitor of the Illian Church, which I serve as the leader of a peacekeeping group called the Apostles. I must confess that she is not a creator deity like many that I’ve learned of during my time in this World of Light, making her more akin to a saint, and by the time I came to be she was long gone.” She tilted her head slightly, her pupils becoming inverted triangles. “So, perhaps you might understand why I am eager to meet a ‘goddess’ in the flesh.”

The angel nodded his head. “Well said. I do understand your curiosity, and share it. Though all angels like myself revere the Creator, or Father as some call him, we have yet to see him face to face. I am Nathaniel, soldier of the Hellguard and direct subordinate to Uriel, who stands alongside Lady Palutena to safeguard Skyworld from evil. If you would be so kind as to wait, I will send word that you request an audience.”

At that moment, though, a third angel descended from the sky, her long straight-cut blonde hair flowing in the wind. Unlike the other two, her wings and armor featured a more cybernetic technological appearance, and she seemed less like a soldier. “You big dummies!” she called out as she landed, a teasing smile on her face. “All this dithering about beliefs and protocols. Did the name ‘Pit’ mean nothing to you!?” As Fodoquia and Nathaniel exchanged a confused glance, the lady angel planted her palm against her face. “Ugh, unbelievable.” She then turned a smile at Pit, winking. “Sorry about all that. You and your friends should come with me!” Turning on a dime toward her compatriots, her voice became harsh again. “Hurry up and open the gates!”

Fodoquia cleared his throat, lips pursed, and called up to the soldiers on the wall. “...Open the gates.”

"That's more like it," Pit grinned. In all honesty he was a little starstruck to see so many angels, so it was a good thing that Sandalphon had taken charge of the introduction. That the soldiers hadn't recognized him wasn't a shock, but things were set straight without him even having to say anything! It was a relief that even after merging with some other army he still held his rank.

A moment later the gates opened wide, admitted the Seekers to Palutena’s Temple with the lady angel as their guide. “My name is Celia,” she introduced herself. “Don’t mind those stuffy soldiers. We’ve been expecting you, a certain someone in particular. Better not keep her waiting~” She beckoned the newcomers to follow her, then took off, flying fast and low through the temple grounds.

”Convenient” Midna noted, before dismissing her draconic escort, tensing, and then taking off at a jog after their fast flying guide, calling back ”let’s not keep her waiting.”

”She’s a goddess right?” Roxas replied. ”And the Avenger’s a big ship, so… it can’t be that weird if she saw us coming… right?”

"Of course not! She can see pretty much everything!"

Sectonia observed the chatter and she didn’t really say much of anything as the others had this well in hand. And she was learning quite a bit by just watching. Well, it was interesting, but also a bit concerning, that Pit outranked all these angels with how boyish he was. But then that led to more thoughts and overall she’d need to still see Palutena, but Sectonia was interested now.

”Wonder why those other Angels didn’t know you.” Roxas said to Pit as they were escorted. ”Shouldn’t they have been told to be on the lookout for your return or something?”

”Factionalism, maybe?” Midna suggested, as she wondered what it must be like to act in the name of an absent god when a real one was right there. ”Maybe there’s some disagreement or rift between these followers of the ‘Father’ and those who serve Lady Palutena?”

”Makes sense…. These Consuls are stirring up conflict everywhere even if they themselves aren’t here. And the world itself causes conflict as well, so conflict among factions would mesh well with what we know.” Sectonia said, agreeing with Midna.

Sandalphon considered the situation. “Or perhaps they were given a physical description that is no longer applicable.”

”A mix of both perhaps.”

”Maybe,” Roxas said. ”but that doesn't explain why they didn't at least recognize his name.”

"They were definitely newbies, but whatever it was it's fine now," Pit said, shrugging the whole thing off. After all, there was only one person that he cared about recognizing him right now. In anticipation he sped up even more to catch up with Celia, eyes on the familiar rising temple.

"It hasn't been that long, right?" To him it didn't feel like it, but in light of everything they'd learned yesterday he couldn't be sure. He hoped that Lady Palutena hadn't been stressed and looking for him at least. "Are you part of her army too, Celia? Has she been doing okay? ...and are you a robot angel?"

After crossing a handful of bridges and climbing a lot of stairs, the group was getting close to Palutena’s Temple, and their pace began to slow somewhat. When Pit took the chance to talk to her, Celia replied with a cheeky smile. “Oh no, wrong on both accounts I’m afraid~. I’m more of a…well, spy, heehee. While the others flap around with their heads in the clouds, I keep my ear to the ground for juicy secrets. I’m pretty good, too. Lady Palutena trusted me to keep an eye out for her favorite little angel, after all~” She giggled. “And no, I’m not a robot. Whatever gave you that idea?”

Her wings of course, but by that time the six had reached the temple’s grand main entrance, so the conversation came to an end. With a nod from Celia, the angel guards on duty threw wide the doors to admit the newcomers into Palutena’s Temple. Sandalphon composed herself and followed the two inside at a more dignified pace than the hyper-excited Pit, ready to meet his goddess.

The temple was constructed in much the same way as the rest of Skyworld, but being its seat of power the area was polished and immaculate. Pools and streams of crystal blue water decorated the temple, along with some features new to Pit like stained glass fixtures. Emboldened by it looking mostly the same he led the group deeper in, his flapping wings urging them to go faster even if he didn't say it aloud. It wasn't far from the entrance that they came upon a wide open room with a doorway on two other sides, just as pristine as the rest of the temple. Tall marble columns stood along each wall of cool colored tile mosaics, holding up a high tiered ceiling with a glass window at the top letting plenty of sunlight in. Beautiful fabric drapes covered the far walls behind the room's only real feature: a large, marble double staircase with a raised landing. At the top of it, a floating cherub spoke with a slender woman clothed in white robes and gold accessories. She held a gold and lapis staff taller than she was in one hand, a reflective buckler shield strapped to her other arm. Silken green hair cascaded down her back, topped by an elegant laurel crown, and at the back of her head, a radiant blue winged halo shone. Though human in appearance, her very presence seemed so much larger. There was no doubt about who this woman was even if Pit hadn't called out to her, his voice full of mixed emotion.

"Lady Palutena!"

She turned, giving everyone a full view of the illustrious Goddess of Light. She didn't seem surprised; rather her expression was serene and welcoming, as befitting a divine being... and then she smiled widely, clearly as elated to see her loyal angel as he was to see her.

"Pit!" Palutena ceased her conversation and stepped off of the landing, floating down to the floor. At the same time Pit had all but sprinted the extra distance and flung himself towards her. She caught the angel in her arms, sharing a hug with him before stepping back and ruffling his hair affectionately. "It's about time you got here."

"I know, I know! I'm sorry Lady Palutena. I was busy with world saving stuff, and I couldn't exactly get back up here on my own you know."

The two of them grinned at each other. Although looking up at her, Pit could see that her emerald green eyes were covered by the sunset red film denoted by the Gleaming, just like the rest of the angels they'd passed. He had hoped that somehow she would already have been freed, but since she hadn't contacted him he knew that wouldn't be the case. It was probably what caused the interference in the first place.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, um, nothing. It just... feels really good to be back here and see you again, Lady Palutena."

The goddess wasn't fooled, but she let it slide so that she could turn her attention to the four people Pit had brought along with him. There was a flicker of something similar to recognition in her gaze as she looked at them, like she had some second hand knowledge about some of the group, but she didn't assume anything - instead gesturing to the Seekers and glancing down at Pit. "New friends of yours?"

"Yup!" He happily introduced each person in turn this time, pointing them out as he went. "This is Roxas, Princess Midna, Queen Sectonia, and Sandalphon, an angel of the goddess Illia!"

Palutena smiled warmly, nodding a greeting at the group. "It's nice to meet you."

Despite her divine bearing, up close she seemed more down to earth than what the newcomers might have expected.

Roxas seemed to instinctively straighten up his posture. A habit he no doubt inherited from Sora - would often do the same thing when interacting with Master Yen Sid or the King. ”It’s nice to meet you too, Lady Palutena. I’ve never seen a place like this before. The islands up here all look beautiful.”

Since setting foot in here, Sandalphon maintained her composure, her stride deliberately slow and her manner stiffly proper. Only her eyes moved quickly, absorbing everything in sight. The moment that her gaze landed on Palutena, she studied the goddess intently, practically transfixed. In a surprising turn of events, Palutena looked human, much more so than even Sandalphon herself. Her white robes and golden ornaments gave her an appearance of purity and regality, though perhaps most incredible was her hair–having hair that long and perfect, without a tangle or muss in sight, was a supernatural feat in and of itself. Sandalphon also admired Palutena’s halo, though maybe ‘halo’ was the wrong word. ‘Corona’, perhaps? If angels possessed halos, it made sense that a goddess would shine with something even more glorious. Though she hadn’t known what to expect, Pit’s deity really wasn’t what the archangel expected. Then again, she barely had any idea what her own goddess should look like, let alone someone else’s. Sandalphon decided that she was honored to meet this woman, a harmony of human and heavenly virtues.

“The pleasure is mine,” she declared after Roxas, her pupils briefly becoming upward carets.

Sectonia observed this so-called ‘Goddess of Light’, and her initial observation was that she wasn’t impressive. But if anything, this new world proved that even the most unassuming could be dangerous. ”I see that the angels are fighting some sort of evil corruption in the sky here. Care to explain the situation?” If they were going to somehow use this place as a base, there was a lot that had to be done here to ensure the safety of those who resided here.

Minda meanwhile had the divinity of the goddess the least shattered by her humanity, mainly because she could barely see it. The glowing radiance hovering behind the goddess left her more silhouette than anything in the twilight princess’ eyes. Given that trying to shield them from it would have been pretty disrespectful, she mostly had to grin and bear the glare, thankful that the helmet prevented people seeing her squinting, which made Sectonia’s tactless attitude pretty frustrating to her, prompting her to sarcastically snip that the queen’s question was ”very diplomatic”

”Hm? Pit has said he's the commander of her royal guards is he not? He has said as much. Unless they have some kind of other relationship?” Sectonia quipped back. This was something she suspected a bit as things have been unfolding. Besides, she doubted a gleaming goddess would think about anything but war at this moment.

Midna’s quip and Sectonia’s defensiveness cut in just when Palutena was poised to respond, but judging by her serene expression and faint smile of amusement the goddess didn’t seem too bothered. “Neither situation is complicated,” she assured the royals. “The Gloom is simply a manifestation of evil. A weed in the Garden, and like all weeds a little trimming now and again.” She smirked just a tiny bit, evidently pleased with herself for her wordplay, though even Sandalphon had a hard time detecting it. When she looked at Pit, though, the goddess was all smiles. “Pit is indeed my commander, but in his absence I’ve had to lean on a couple others. Like Uriel, the commander of the Hellguard. She’s quite capable, too…but no substitute for my most loyal retainer.”

At that point, Sandalphon spoke up. “Lady Palutena,” she began, using the same title and deferential tone that Palutena’s soldiers did. “While I cannot speak for Pit, given that his place seems to be at your side, the rest of us hope to stay in Skyworld for a time, and freely travel its breadth, if you’ll permit us. A day or two for myself, but longer for the others. “In exchange, we are willing to lend our strength to your army and combat the Gloom. Though your forces clearly boast both strength and numbers, not to mention a capable leader, it appears that this corruption has been difficult to wholly expunge.” She said and meant it matter-of-factly, not at all to challenge anyone’s abilities, but the archangel was cognizant that her words could be taken that way. “When it comes to hunting down high-priority, high-risk targets, our organization has an excellent track record. You will not find us lacking.”

”Indeed. Our group managed to end a century long plague afflicting the underground. Something… fairly similar to what you're dealing with here, come to think of it.” That did lead to the question, Sectonia had the Radiance within her, as disgusting as it could be, could she control the gloom and send it against their enemies?

The less said about the other team’s mission the better meanwhile, which inevitably meant that Midna opened her mouth to say that ”We also fought all sorts of horrible corruption in Midgar, so we’ve got a wide range of experience when it comes to different kinds of evils, be they otherworldly or all too grounded.”

All the self-advertising elicited a titter from the goddess of light. “My, I can see that Pit’s found some friends who’re almost as eager to help as he is.” She nodded, then made a sweeping motion with her arm as if delivering a pronouncement. “Very well. Any friend of Pit’s is a friend of mine, after all, and who am I to decline a generous offer from friends in need? Celia here can find you a place to stay. Once you’re settled, I’ll be eager to accompany you to the front and see just what you can do.”

Sandalphon bowed her head. “Thank you, Lady Palutena. You will not regret it.”

“Right this way then~” Celia turned to lead the Seekers back out, and in quick succession all the newcomers went to follow her. Only Sandalphon lingered, her eyes locked with Palutena’s for a moment longer. No matter what she said, the archangel knew that the goddess couldn’t truly be an ally until Galeem’s corruption was gone from her eyes. After another moment, Sandalphon turned without a word and accompanied the others back out into Skyworld’s radiant light.
The Round Table Discussion II

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”According to Asgore, a king of the underground who was unstoried by a Consul and then given the task of fueling one of those clocks alone as part of some cruel jape, there are these symbols, like suns, found on the ground across the world, that resurrect the dead. They do not recall their past lives in this world when brought back, but still have the potential to remember the ones before. Like we have now,” before getting to the gist of things, which was ”As a result, as far as we know, anyone lost can be brought back, but they will not remember the time they had spent here, or with us.”

At the news, Goldlewis gaped, while Sandalphon stared. Arms crossed, Nadia looked away, her lack of response betraying the fact that she already knew. Geralt, meanwhile, sighed at this revelation. “So, theoretically, any of us could have lived a thousand lives here and know nothing about them?” That was…existentially horrifying in a thousand ways. As for Roxas, the whole notion of being reset and forced to start over went a little over his head. Was there some previous life or iteration where Axel and Xion were still with him in Twilight Town? And why would they have changed locations if that was the case?

Trying to ignore the revelation of that fact, Sectonia shook her head. ”If that is the case… then wouldn’t anything any of us have done previously have some impact on the world at large even if we ourselves don’t remember it?” She said, more looking for something to say as she grasped the same thing Geralt had figured out.

"She's right! If I was alive before I definitely would have tried stopping Galeem!" Pit agreed. There was no way it was true that they all had been living in a cycle this whole time... it couldn't be! Right?

Sandalphon glanced at him, not happy about what she had to point out. “To stand against Galeem, you would need to have been destoried first.”

Pit crossed his arms and bit the inside of his cheek. Duh, of course someone would have had to free us before... or I could have broken out myself! Or... For all those possibilities, it was just as possible that this had been the first time that any of them had been destoried. A cosmic coincidence. If someone hadn't happened to just pick up a ring, or happened to destroy the Land of Adventure's Guardian, then he would never have been himself again - and he'd never even know it, like Geralt had said. Relenting, he frowned.

"So then we really could have just been doing the same thing over and over, like being stuck in the worst TV rerun ever."

Nadia regarded him with a raised eyebrow. “You know what a TV is?” she muttered.

Geralt nodded solemnly. “I was just doing the usual Witcher work until I was destoried. Would’ve done it the whole ten years until I faded into ash, I imagine. Already been at it for decades, what would one more be?” The idea of having spent the rest of eternity walking the Path on repeat, even if he sometimes found Ciri or Yen…disturbed him more than he was willing to admit.

This got Sectonia thinking, and she came up with a conclusion that they all knew, but now there was much more context behind it. ”So the Consuls found a way to break out of this cycle of resurrection and instead use this infinite cycle of resurrection to fuel their own debauchery. And they call this “Moebius”.”

”Which probably stands for ‘infinite one sided loop’ if I remember what that word means right? So they are claiming in a fancy way to be infinite.” Roland said, trying to give some input on this conversation.

”...Yes.” Sectonia said, not sure if the definition of the word brought anything new to the table. ”What's interesting is that, due to whatever method they used to ‘leave the system’, if they are defeated they die forever.”

Sandalphon’s pupils took the form of inverted triangles as she thought. “That’s something that Lost Numbers and Moebius have -or rather, don't have- in common, then. No spirit–no reference point for their existence outside of the World of Light.” She narrowed her eyes. “I wonder if the Consuls ‘escaped’ under their own power, or with the help of some authority, most likely Galeem itself, given that they assume control of the World of Light to perpetuate the cycle.”

She breathed in, then out through her nose. “Since we've abandoned the chronology at this point, let's specifically recount everything we know about the Consuls. I can start us off with Moebius Y.” She conjured a screen that displayed an image of the late Consul. “We encountered him in Midgar, first at the headquarters of Neuron, a local law enforcement agency. He held a position of overt power over the local government and manipulated events to prolong the Ever Crisis, a ceaseless war between the people of Midgar and various enemy forces. An enemy of his, one Jena Anderson, exposed his original identity to us: Yoseph Calvert. He appeared to obstruct us when we moved to challenge the Guardian, but he seemed acutely aware of the stipulation Sectonia mentioned: that his death would be permanent. To that end he consumed an enormous amount of Mako energy -and Legion cores- and transformed himself in an attempt to merge himself with a dimension known as the Astral Plane. However, he failed to do so, and resigned himself to a final battle in which he was ultimately vanquished. He referred to himself as a ‘slave’, unable to ‘transcend Moebius’, and with his last breath expressed bitter regret.”

”Don’t forget about the other one.” Roxas finally piped up after spending a long moment lost in his own head about the whole “resetting” thing. But now he was finally ready to get back into the conversation, ”I think he was called C, right? That demon guy who was manipulating the debate between Armstrong and Shinra. He was down there too. Waited until after we took down Y before he made his move. What was his real name again?” Roxas paused to think about it, looking between other members of the Midgar Team for a reminder. ”Chaos… something? Right?”

“Happy Chaos,” Goldlewis confirmed, himself somewhat happy to be distracted from the cycle of life. “In fact, he’s from my world. Responsible for a serious international incident, too. Stormed the White House and held world leaders captive almost single-handedly. I ain’t fully informed, but they say he’s the one who gave the world magic.”

”Consul C, Happy Chaos.” Zenkichi summarized, then shuddered. ”Didn’t even fight us, just turned one of his little minions into a monster and then…he made us fight an illusion. Or…maybe it wasn’t an illusion until the end, but he used my old boss as a meat shield and just rode off into the sunset. C just…wanted to cause chaos.” A mixture of anger, disgust, and despondence permeated his voice. His failure to save Konoe was clearly weighing on Zenkichi, and he fell silent again.

”I can retell what I know of Consul P that we met in the Underground.” Sectonia said, getting herself ready for a longer explanation. ”When it comes to Consuls, P is dead, I saw to it myself as I stabbed his ‘Moebius core’ as he said when he died. He ruled the city called the Home of Tears in the underground and was, for all intents and purposes, a spoiled evil child with the ability to change history at a whim. If he was any more intelligent about it, things could have gone poorly.” Sectonia said, retelling of their defeat of P. ”The important thing learned from this encounter, is that whatever makes them Moebius is an object or core, perhaps something replacing their spirit in its entirety that acts as a weak point.”

”Hmph, he wasn’t the only brat we defeated down there.” Ganondorf interjected. He’d been standing over in the corner of the crowded common room this entire time, arms crossed and only listening. But since the topic had finally shifted to the Under, he figured now he had a place to speak. ”His sniveling cohort, F, was a brat too. Begged us for his life after we slew his pet Guardian. We tried to take him prisoner but the blasted little bastard managed to slip away from us.” He paused to take a breath in order to keep himself from sounding too angry about that, but the fury and hatred was still very much in his tone as he added. ”I won’t be making that mistake, again. Ever.”

Therion's ears twitched, feeling a little called out considering it was he who'd stopped Primrose from executing F at the time. But going forward, he'd be taking a page out of the King of Evil's book.

”I suppose we did get something out of dealing with F though, the power structure or lack thereof of the Consuls, how they all interact with each other, and which ones to be more wary of. ” Sectonia said, at least salvaging the situation a bit.

Elsewhere around the table came an awkward chuckle. "Heheh, funny you should mention that," Pit said, sneaking a glance at Ganondorf. Going into this meeting, they'd all known there would be new information to share and some disturbing truths to wrestle with. Pit just hadn't expected that he'd had anything like that to share until about twenty minutes ago. He looked up at the ceiling with his eyebrows scrunched together before speaking.

"There's another Consul too. S, the one Ms. Fortune mentioned earlier? If that really was him that we ran into, then he tricked a bunch of people into attacking us. But then he kind of warned us about the other Consuls, and..." Pit looked back down at the other Seekers. He squeezed his folded arms together tighter for a moment before dropping them entirely, splaying his hands open as he said his next piece. "Now he's kind of like, a good guy? When I talked to him, he seemed like he really regretted what he'd done."

While Sandalphon tilted her head in curiosity, Ganondorf shot a look at the angel. ”Explain!” He demanded, unwilling to put up with any shenanigans where the Consuls were concerned.

"It's just that, he said he didn't have a choice and he tried to change the whole 'Moebius' thing from inside, but it didn't work. And now he wants to help us," Pit replied. Despite everything he'd heard so far, he sounded like he was willing to give the Consul the benefit of the doubt. Which was more than some could say, understandably.

"And you believed him?"

While Pit tried to put together a response under pressure, one of the bystanders relieved him. With his unmistakable style and impressive stature, the mercenary Vandham would be recognizable as Tora and Poppi’s friend to anyone who set foot in Alcamoth before. “Oi! Lemme give ya a missin’ piece of the pictcha,” he interrupted, speaking in his typical Australian accent. “That benefactah that Mistah Dickinson mentioned? That’d be S. If not for ‘im, we wouldn’a made it outta Alcamoth alive, none of us. And when M popped in to finish us off, S fought by ah side, keepin’ us alive. I dunno ‘is endgame, but believe you me, if ‘e wanted us dead ‘e wouldn’a ‘ad to lift a fingah.” He shrugged. “Plus, ‘e bloody well turned ‘imself in when these Lost Numbah blokes arrived. ‘E knows ‘is mates’ll kill ‘im for what ‘e did, so now ‘e’s on the run, same as us.”

“A consul on our side, huh?” Goldlewis didn’t sound like he fully believed it himself, but the evidence he’d been given was hard to deny. “Could be mighty useful. Mighty dangerous, too. Hope y’all know what you’re doin’.”

”So he’s here? On this vessel?” Ganondorf asked, though it was obviously a rhetorical question. ”So be it. Then maybe he can give me an answer I’ve been looking for regarding the Flame Clocks.” He said, referring to the plan he’d come up with about destroying them. A plan that so far only half of the Seekers had been made aware of.

”Yes, more information about these Flame Clocks would be prudent. Perhaps they could have a use for us if understood fully.” Sectonia said, her plan being more to use the flame clocks to enhance her own power. Although if they had no use but to extend the life of the Consuls, she would agree with Ganondorf on destroying them if he proposed such an idea.

”The… the Dead Zone, you mentioned it briefly, right? Did it have a city called Redgraccoon city in it, made up of tall gray rotting towers, filled with undead and demons?” Minda chipped in with odd hesitancy with an oddly tangential question.

”that does seem like it fits the bill, yes? Why do you ask?” Kamek enquired but instead she pushed

”and, have any of you seen Consul D? Blood red armor, top of the helmet a bit like a captain’s hat, black cape, pair of bone white spurs coming down the chin like fangs? Aristocratic tone. Magic user. Drinks something that definitely wasn’t wine”

”Nope! Consuls are kinda a more recent thing.” Blazermate said, chipping into the conversation since she was there for the whole dead zone before it went boom. ”I wonder if it going boom took him out too?” Blazermate said, trying to get a cheery thing out of that wasteland of zombies.

”I think he was visiting, only there to claim the contents of the clock” she said, before explaining ”the reason I ask is because, well, I didn’t see or meet either of these places, nor til now know about flame clocks. I dreamed about them, in vivid detail, one night in Midgar, a dream that ended with me dying at Consul D’s hand after I’d conquered the entire region and ended the cycle of war fueling the clock in the process. So if what you say is true, about us living over and over, and if these things I dreamed where true and real despite me having never seen them in this life, then, well”

”Maybe the ones we’ve lived aren't as gone as you or he thought”

It would have been easy to write off someone's dream as just that, a dream, now matter how relevant. However, Asgore himself had told some of the Seekers that they could be a glimpse into past life times lived. And Midna wasn't the only one with a similar experience.

"...I had a dream like that too," Therion said. It had been more like a nightmare really, and the added context made it even more horrifying, which showed in his darkened expression. "Except I didn't work with her. The Consul I saw. I don't know which one it was, but she had a... demonic looking mask, a spear, and commanded lightning. She slaughtered the entire village I was living in. Then I woke up. I thought it was just a really realistic bad dream."

He'd left out some things he'd seen and preferred to keep private, especially if it could have actually happened at some point. The smell of burning and blood had certainly seemed real.

”I thought it was odd, whenever I have a dream about dying it's always … him” she admitted without really intending to ”but with this I’m pretty sure that is what it means. Which means that the Consul are the ones stirring up the violence, and anyone wins a war, then they just wipe out the winner and start things up all over again”

Nadia winced. “Ugh. It’s so depressing.” As she thought over that further, her ears flattened in alarm. “Wait. In the Deep Blue Seaside, we more or less won the war for Limsa and the Azure Navy by taking out the Abyssals’ commander. So if they have no more war to fight…”

“Their Flame Clocks will run out,” Sandalphon realized. “If their Consul doesn’t finish them first.”

“...Uh oh, hehe,” the feral laughed nervously. “Guess we, uh, better add a visit to the to-do list. Make sure Lisma’s not Lomin-scuttled.” The realization that even the places the Seekers had saved might not be safe did little to improve the general mood, and the dead air that followed Nadia’s badly-timed pun lengthened into an awkward silence.
BlazermateRolandSectonia


Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 5 level up) - (33/130)
Level 6 Roland (Holding 1 Level up) (8/60)
Level 12 Sectonia (holding 6 level up) (10/120)
Location: The Avenger
Word Count: 1028


"That looks fun! Hope no one falls though..." Blazermate said, seeing how they'd be getting back to the Avenger. Surprisingly, with all the stuff in the City, air travel wasn't one of them so Roland was apprehensive about all of this. Meanwhile Sectonia was heavier than the weight limit of the Fulton, and instead told Blazermate to 'call her' with a phrase so she could teleport up to the Avenger. There was no need for a "if you don't..." with the medabot, as she so far had been pretty subservient. Out of the two that went up, Roland walked off the Fulton when they arrived in a daze, while Blazermate was cheering at how fun it was before remembering to summon Sectonia on the deck, the Bee Queen appearing through a large pink portal much like how she summons her Antlers.

Once they all got onto the Avenger, they followed the others to what Blazermate called 'The Super Spirit Chamber!" and with that respec orb that Sectonia's group had found in the Under, they got some kind of super respec spirit machine up and running. Nadia decided to go first, and once she came out, she looked a lot like how she used to. "So thats how its done?" Roland said, trying to work out what was going on. Sectonia was much more interested in this though, as this device would allow her to make herself even more beautiful with these spirits, maybe even with this and the Snackvator, broaden her horizon of spirits to allow her to get some of those that seemed to have sold their beauty for greater power.

"Oh, Me! Let me try this whole thing! I've got new spirits to fuse with anyway. And I've got ideas on how I should do that, it should be really cool!" Blazermate said as she saw Ganondorf and Falcon have their turns, grabbing her two pity spirits of Anduin and Shadow Demon and leaving the rest in the spirit pile for everyone else to sort through. Blazermate wasn't sure how this respeccing thing would work, but it felt like swapping out parts without actually doing it. "So now everyone can be a medabot! This is cool!" Blazermate said as she fiddled with the Resonator with her old and new spirits. Granted, her Medabot base nature didn't give her the same resonance effect as everyone else, instead just fusing more spirits to her parts.



Coming out of the chamber, Blazermate looked at her left arm and right arm, two parts that had been changed. She waved her left arm in front of her to see the cool shadow effects, while she noticed the crystal on her right. "Huh, I guess the healing spirit went to the healy arm, and the demon went with the demon. Cool! I wonder if I can eventually look like some JRPG final boss or something!? Imagine fighting THAT in a robattle!" While Blazermate's resonance was a lot less useful compared to the others who had gone before them, Roland decided to give it a try after the... frankly concerning things the medabot was saying. He only had 2 spirits to try, after having read their books. Although handing books instead of spirits got a strange look out of the operator of the machine, but he shrugged and gave it a try.



Roland came out and immediately went to a mirror. Great, he now had blue skin and yellow eyes. He looked like a freak! But considering what that robot girl looked like, he wasn't surprised it didn't go over too well. Well, at least he was a bit stronger looking now, although in his line of work muscle didn't mean much with how the augments of the City worked. Hm... That Bee queen was into beauty, perhaps she had an idea on how to fix the 'skin' issue, the yellow eyes he was OK with. He'd have to give these new augments a try either way, and at least they were really high quality ones, not the low quality one that Ganondorf used on his minion with the genetic mutations and all that.

Last out of everyone was Sectonia. She wanted to get a good look as to how everything worked. Plus... She knew she wouldn't get everything right on the first go. Beauty was hard work, and she wanted to make sure she was happy with what she got. And of course spirits that didn't play nice with, she'd have to get rid of or use the Snackvator on, depending on what was more appropriate. Still, she knew that she'd be taking some time so best not to hold everyone up. At least Ganondorf gave her an interesting little benefit in this fairy... bug... thing that had some interesting powers. His intelligence over Bowser made him easier to deal with for her sanity, although Bowser felt like he'd be easier to manage if she took over. Quite a conundrum all things considered. Did he and Midna finally settle their scores?



When it was her time, she went to unfuse and refuse, having done the unfusing once before. Although now she had the power of the Resonator on top of the Snackvator to fine tune her look and get something she liked. Since she had been selective of her spirits before, she didn't really need to un-fuse with any of them unless they misbehaved, and decided to give her pity spirits a try. There were no downsides, and from the looks of her second pity spirit, while it was draconic in nature, it was a dragon that loved beauty which should help a lot.

It took here some fiddling with the various methods of fusing at her disposal, much to the annoyance of anyone who stayed to watch, but eventually she got something she was happy with.



With Sectonia satisfied, she left the chamber to go socialize with the others on the Avenger, letting them bask in her new radiance. Much like the others, the spirits that no one else claimed she threw into a pile to be dolled out to those who wanted them. She was in a good mood now.
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