Enya nodded once and took the key, examining it for a moment before he closed his fist, "Yeah... Don't worry, I'll make sure it reaches her. That should give me an excuse to go see the old group, too. Misaki and Melissa should have grown up quite a bit," he chuckled. The last time they'd seen each other was at the end of the war before everyone went their separate ways...
"...You did good. I'd expect nothing less from the Academy." The young General cracked a smirk, patting Ryuji on the shoulder as the massive city faded out of view.
It had been a whole week now since she'd last seen Ryuji. The promise that he was alive and well was great, but Misaki had been cooped up in one of the mansion's spare rooms for days, only seeing Meli. The mess made by the now-dubbed 'Dark Council' was over, ...a week too late. There were so few Saito clan members left now. Heise, Hana and Misaki were the only known purebloods still alive - from the family that headed the clan, anyway. Many half-bloods or mere strays who tried to fit into society hadn't been hunted down due to their apparent normality. Nothing could change the fact that it was genocide. The Council couldn't do anything, it had happened right under their noses but they hadn't detected it until it was too late.
"Misa, come on!" Hana knocked twice on the door with her knuckles, "You've been in there for too long. See some sunshine, eat something, ...just do something already. It's safe. Are you worried about it not being safe? The Council confirmed it as the worst misunderstanding ever, so we're in the clear... Misa!"
Misaki gripped Leo's key tighter, making a sound that was sort of like a cross between a whine and a sigh, "I don't feel like it~..."
"Give it a rest, Mrs Emiya," Rico sighed as he strolled past covered in bandages, no doubt on his way to the infirmary. Damn wounds were worse than he originally thought! It was only safe to visit once a day or whatever. Today he might be able to take the bandages off. "She's probably still all sad about Ryuji not coming back yet." he said boredly. Hana reluctantly stepped away from the door and headed back downstairs, grumbling something about useless twin-tailed teenagers.
Enya got a bit of downtime after all his hard work across the globe this last few years. It felt complete to have all, or most of the old crew here. Heise came out of hiding to be with his sisters. Luka and Tamotsu came to visit, making sure everything was alright with everyone now that the crisis was over. Joseph and Hana were there all the time anyway. Misaki got the key like Enya had promised, but after that the girl couldn't speak much.
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"Oh, an old friend tipped me off. Well, not exactly. It was an Emiya, so I did what they asked," Enya said as he climbed aboard the helicopter. It wasn't stopping, the blades were still turning - getting out of Rome had priority right now. He gave the soldiers a friendly parting wave, which he received multiple death glares from the soldiers in return. "But honestly, it would be wrong to let the army have their way. It's not like you did anything wrong after all, you just made a mess. Now, the rest of the world doesn't believe a damn word of it so we're going to keep you in custody. I'm sure we'll find a way to get you pardoned somehow, eh.. Ryuji, is it?"
With their light conversation (rather than interrogation) further pissing off the troops, the chopper lifted and immediately flew away from the Italian capital, and the smaller religious city within. They were headed back to England, but Ryuji wouldn't get to see his friends any time soon...
With their light conversation (rather than interrogation) further pissing off the troops, the chopper lifted and immediately flew away from the Italian capital, and the smaller religious city within. They were headed back to England, but Ryuji wouldn't get to see his friends any time soon...
"...How?" Aegis questioned with a puzzled expression plastered on his usually indifferent face. The guy was raised an assassin. Emotion wasn't something he'd ever been taught about, or how to comfort people - unless he was only trying to get close to them. Still, it only took one look at Ryuji and Misaki back at the Emiya's mansion to understand most of this 'feeling'. Hesitantly, an arm wrapped around Emily's shoulders. Aegis wasn't nervous, just uncertain. "Better?"
Despite the TV crews showing up and beginning to film the situation, the soldiers raised their weapons as Ryuji fell to his knees at their mercy. Even the tanks turned their massive gun barrels on the boy. If it were any normal area in Rome, Ryuji would already be cuffed and thrown in the back of an escorted military police vehicle. This was the Vatican. This was sovereign territory. This was consecrated ground. To attack here was something of the purest evil, only demons would think of attacking this holy city state. Of course, they had no idea the so called 'dark council' had made it their home - this all looked like a terrorist act as far as the Vatican itself was concerned. The safeties on their weapons could all be heard clicking off, the men were only to be stopped inches away from their triggers by a young man's voice.
"Don't fire a shot!" He was a Council Mage, identifiable from the markings on his army-styled trenchcoat and his armband with a strange insignia on it... No, this one was different. Maybe he wasn't directly from the Council - after all, they were only a governing system. The real Enforcement system was headed by the Circle, a group of G-Class Mages who commanded the Enforcers. In recent times however, the Enforcers had started answering only to the corrupt members of the Council. Higher pay roll meant more loyalty!
"Who the hell is this?" The officer commanding the Italian forces barked, "Boy, are you out of your damn mind? Stand aside!"
This guy, his uniform was highly decorated, but he looked too young to be called a 'fierce General' or something like that. He stood protectively in front of the surrendering Ryuji, peering into a tank's main gun curiously. It didn't faze him in the slightest. "General Enyalius Crawford, Commanding Officer of the 1st Division of the Circle of Magicka's armed forces. How do you do?"
The older officer lowered his pistol and his men followed suit, but none of them looked very happy about this at all. "We want blood for this... This boy attacked OUR city, OUR land - he put OUR people in danger. This isn't the Circle's business!"
"On the contrary, this is one-hundred percent the Circle's business. Either you let us take the boy to a proper containment center for Mages, where the law is taken seriously or Italy will lose it's protection from the Enforcers. What's more important to you? One kid - or the nation ripe for raidings by Dark Mages?"
"You.. You wouldn't- " The officer stammered quickly hushed by the young General's calm voice.
"I can. ...Unless you behave..." Enya smirked nonchalantly and turned his gaze to Ryuji behind him, lowering his voice so the soldiers couldn't hear, "Stand - come with me. They touch us, and they're screwed. You're going to be fine now." He said before beginning to step through the now-silent soldiers. A jet black helicopter began to set down in the center of the Vatican - that's where they were headed.
Despite the TV crews showing up and beginning to film the situation, the soldiers raised their weapons as Ryuji fell to his knees at their mercy. Even the tanks turned their massive gun barrels on the boy. If it were any normal area in Rome, Ryuji would already be cuffed and thrown in the back of an escorted military police vehicle. This was the Vatican. This was sovereign territory. This was consecrated ground. To attack here was something of the purest evil, only demons would think of attacking this holy city state. Of course, they had no idea the so called 'dark council' had made it their home - this all looked like a terrorist act as far as the Vatican itself was concerned. The safeties on their weapons could all be heard clicking off, the men were only to be stopped inches away from their triggers by a young man's voice.
"Don't fire a shot!" He was a Council Mage, identifiable from the markings on his army-styled trenchcoat and his armband with a strange insignia on it... No, this one was different. Maybe he wasn't directly from the Council - after all, they were only a governing system. The real Enforcement system was headed by the Circle, a group of G-Class Mages who commanded the Enforcers. In recent times however, the Enforcers had started answering only to the corrupt members of the Council. Higher pay roll meant more loyalty!
"Who the hell is this?" The officer commanding the Italian forces barked, "Boy, are you out of your damn mind? Stand aside!"
This guy, his uniform was highly decorated, but he looked too young to be called a 'fierce General' or something like that. He stood protectively in front of the surrendering Ryuji, peering into a tank's main gun curiously. It didn't faze him in the slightest. "General Enyalius Crawford, Commanding Officer of the 1st Division of the Circle of Magicka's armed forces. How do you do?"
The older officer lowered his pistol and his men followed suit, but none of them looked very happy about this at all. "We want blood for this... This boy attacked OUR city, OUR land - he put OUR people in danger. This isn't the Circle's business!"
"On the contrary, this is one-hundred percent the Circle's business. Either you let us take the boy to a proper containment center for Mages, where the law is taken seriously or Italy will lose it's protection from the Enforcers. What's more important to you? One kid - or the nation ripe for raidings by Dark Mages?"
"You.. You wouldn't- " The officer stammered quickly hushed by the young General's calm voice.
"I can. ...Unless you behave..." Enya smirked nonchalantly and turned his gaze to Ryuji behind him, lowering his voice so the soldiers couldn't hear, "Stand - come with me. They touch us, and they're screwed. You're going to be fine now." He said before beginning to step through the now-silent soldiers. A jet black helicopter began to set down in the center of the Vatican - that's where they were headed.
"...The fuck just happened?" Aegis questioned, still dizzy from being thrown. Now he was flying up and away from the Vatican and Rome with the girl and Rico. But not Ryuji. "Ah, I see... Now, was that brave or stupid of him?"
"Bit of both, I think!" Rico shouted over the roaring of the wind, "I think I can see why Misa likes him so much. Heroes get along well, I guess."
Aegis smirked and turned his attention to Ryuji's sister, "Don't worry about him. There are ways of getting him an absolute pardon from the good members of the Magic Council." He explained as he revealed some papers hidden in his coat. Rico snatched them and handed them over to Aegis earlier, as they'd planned. This stuff could expose the 'dark council'...
"And if that doesn't do it," Rico chimed in, "There's always the Emiyas!"
"Bit of both, I think!" Rico shouted over the roaring of the wind, "I think I can see why Misa likes him so much. Heroes get along well, I guess."
Aegis smirked and turned his attention to Ryuji's sister, "Don't worry about him. There are ways of getting him an absolute pardon from the good members of the Magic Council." He explained as he revealed some papers hidden in his coat. Rico snatched them and handed them over to Aegis earlier, as they'd planned. This stuff could expose the 'dark council'...
"And if that doesn't do it," Rico chimed in, "There's always the Emiyas!"
"Miss Shirahama, Ryuji Shirahama." Aegis said going along with Ryuji's near-sarcasm, not that he realised anything yet. The ex-council mage stood, dusted himself down and offered his opponent a hand, "I assume this is where long lost relatives break down and hold each other and- ...Ah, the tanks just stopped." He said as the rumbling of tank tracks ended, only to replaced soon after by boots crunching on the debris outside. Soldiers, armoured vehicles, maybe even helicopters on standby. A fine mess...
Rico sat on the floor and held his face, "I hope they're in the mood for taking prisoners. I don't feel like getting put down for doing the right thing."
Rico sat on the floor and held his face, "I hope they're in the mood for taking prisoners. I don't feel like getting put down for doing the right thing."
And then there was the explosion as Aegis landed. He hadn't heard a word of what Ryuji told him, so underneath the thick layer of dust one could imagine Emily had her face caved in by now... But then the Wave mage would be right back at square one - a killer without anything real to fight for.
"...You are so lucky I'm a good guy now," Aegis' voice echoed. When the dust settled, his fist was revealed planted through the floor beside the Shirahama girl's head. The drill-like sound hovering along his arm disappeared along with the blue aura of the wave. Only now did he realise he'd actually landed on top of her. He raised himself to give the girl some space and removed his arm from the concrete floor, "You said something about 'being mine' if I won? You're allowed to take your freedom back if you want to. Besides... I've had my fun."
Rico sighed heavily, "For a minute there I thought he was gonna do it..."
"...You are so lucky I'm a good guy now," Aegis' voice echoed. When the dust settled, his fist was revealed planted through the floor beside the Shirahama girl's head. The drill-like sound hovering along his arm disappeared along with the blue aura of the wave. Only now did he realise he'd actually landed on top of her. He raised himself to give the girl some space and removed his arm from the concrete floor, "You said something about 'being mine' if I won? You're allowed to take your freedom back if you want to. Besides... I've had my fun."
Rico sighed heavily, "For a minute there I thought he was gonna do it..."
"Damn right you'll fall to me..." Aegis murmured, mishearing her words through his own mental state. In this moment, he felt nothing more than the desire to fight the Shirahama girl - just so he could say he beat one. Personally he didn't want to fight with Ryuji, so this would have to do for now.
Ignoring Ryuji's call, Aegis jumped directly back down at Emily. A wave barrier formed around his hand shaped like a claw as he fell. The intense vibrations would hopefully throw her to the floor on contact. If not, ...well, Mr. Ice-Cold-Killer Aegis hadn't planned for that.
Ignoring Ryuji's call, Aegis jumped directly back down at Emily. A wave barrier formed around his hand shaped like a claw as he fell. The intense vibrations would hopefully throw her to the floor on contact. If not, ...well, Mr. Ice-Cold-Killer Aegis hadn't planned for that.
"Well, that was fun. Ryuji painted the room up there red, and down here I pummelled these useless nerds face-first into their computers..." Rico laughed tiredly, spreading his gaze over the lower level where Enforcers were sprawled out on the floor or had their heads smashed into their desks. As Ryuji came back down covered in the Councilors' blood, the American kid threw his arms out at the scene, "I'm guessing yours all screamed like little girls too?"
He hadn't even realised it yet. He'd been cut by a sword, grazed by a bullet passing close to his neck, and was burned all over one arm. Well, it was to be expected - but the Enforcers didn't expect a kid to keep fighting in his state.
"Oh, you think you're fast?" Aegis struggled to say as he flared the wave magic around his hands, launching himself backwards and toward the ceiling. He'd only saved himself getting punched by inches. Like hell was he gonna let this chick get close enough to use her fists - it's just not something Aegis could deal with!
He held his footing on a window ledge high above Emily and sighed, "You feel that? The ground. Feels like rolling tanks to me... Makes me wonder - will they come to capture, maybe kill you too, Ms. Shirahama?"
Men from the Italian military rushed through the streets followed by armoured vehicles, heading towards the Vatican city state to aid against the supposed Dark Mage assault. Whoever was attacking would be surrounded within minutes - and if they escaped they would likely be hunted down too - Rome was impenetrable now.
Civilians emptied the streets, leaving Tamotsu and Luka walking alone. As a convoy turned the street corner ahead of them, Luka pulled her partner into an alleyway. If they were seen in the vicinity and not assisting the army, they'd more than likely get into trouble. "...You think those three will be alright? I don't think even Mages could withstand all the firepower these soldiers have."
He hadn't even realised it yet. He'd been cut by a sword, grazed by a bullet passing close to his neck, and was burned all over one arm. Well, it was to be expected - but the Enforcers didn't expect a kid to keep fighting in his state.
"Oh, you think you're fast?" Aegis struggled to say as he flared the wave magic around his hands, launching himself backwards and toward the ceiling. He'd only saved himself getting punched by inches. Like hell was he gonna let this chick get close enough to use her fists - it's just not something Aegis could deal with!
He held his footing on a window ledge high above Emily and sighed, "You feel that? The ground. Feels like rolling tanks to me... Makes me wonder - will they come to capture, maybe kill you too, Ms. Shirahama?"
Men from the Italian military rushed through the streets followed by armoured vehicles, heading towards the Vatican city state to aid against the supposed Dark Mage assault. Whoever was attacking would be surrounded within minutes - and if they escaped they would likely be hunted down too - Rome was impenetrable now.
Civilians emptied the streets, leaving Tamotsu and Luka walking alone. As a convoy turned the street corner ahead of them, Luka pulled her partner into an alleyway. If they were seen in the vicinity and not assisting the army, they'd more than likely get into trouble. "...You think those three will be alright? I don't think even Mages could withstand all the firepower these soldiers have."
"Keep movin', we're almost there!"
Two pairs of boots clapped against the concrete floor, echoing through the old warehouse complex. It was dark in here, and it'd be nice and quiet too if not for the moans of those monsters still in pursuit. It'd been a day now, running with no end in sight to the crowd of walkers' physical limits. The two survivors hadn't risked firing another shot, or splitting up to draw the undead away from each other. They were so tired, exhausted and just about ready to give up... But they were too close to home to give up now!
The smaller of the two rushed ahead with the last of her stamina and jumped up to climb on top of the shipping crate. "You're like a damn mountain lion! Kate, gimme a hand!" The young man called up. They were coming for him, he could hear the cries for his blood getting closer and closer with every passing second.
"I gotcha!" The girl assured him, throwing her arm down as the man jumped to narrowly grab his hand and pull him to safety. She wasn't all that strong, but the adrenaline rush from being chased by flesh-eating monsters made sure she went beyond her normal ability. With Matt safely slumping over the top of the shipping crate, Kate sat down and cradled her rifle between her arms and knees. They were both breathing heavily after all that running - both hoping they'd never have to do something like that again.
"Hey.. M.. Matt.. I thought you Army types.. had more stamina.. than that..!" Kate panted, forcing a tired laugh.
The blonde-haired man waved his arm tiredly at her in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah! ...What about you, Miss 'Track Champion'? Where the fuck was your speed?!"
"I was letting you keep up..." Kate chuckled weakly before motioning to Matt's radio. "Gonna let them know we're home, or do you like it up here with the zombies swarming around us?"
"Ugh, I told you to stop calling 'em that." Matt sighed, pressing in his receiver.
"Well that's what they are~" Kate mocked the soldier as he began to speak into the radio. The girl should be in college if not for the outbreak... And here she was with a military grade bolt-action, and an ex-Operator as a travelling partner! She watched the undead pushing themselves against the large shipping crate, hoping that they'd be out of here very soon.
"...Okay. Copy that, it'll be another five minutes or so before we show up. Those fireworks better do their job..." Matt spoke into his radio. Seconds later, the dusk sky outside flashed, followed by a few loud pops and bangs. The undead stopped paying attention to their unreachable meals in favor of following the pretty lights and the sounds they made. In a zombie's mind, there must be something to eat in that direction, no?
Matt and Kate jumped down from the cargo crate and ran for a different warehouse, one that was visibly fortified with barbed wire and sandbags. They were home. Safe, warm, and alive... It was strange. Kate was the only civilian here, the others were all army buddies from the same Special Forces unit. How fortunate that she'd fallen in with such good people in this world that was going to hell...
It was getting colder and darker. The damnable highway never ended. The cars were parked for miles and miles, the people who were once seated in them were either dead or undead by now. Looters must've gotten everything of value, unless the poor people took their things as they ran but failed to escape. What was it now, a month?
"A whole month, today... I'm still thinking I'll wake up and this will all be a terrible nightmare..." Sarah sighed in defeat, walking with her beloved James as Simon the Police Sergeant and Jake the 'Delta Sniper' led the way. There was a gas station not far off - it should do for the night. Anything was better than being outside. "But of course, it's not a total nightmare," Sarah added, grinning at James and flicking her loose red hair back away from her face.
"...Well, we best do our thing, Simon." Jake murmured as he unhooked his army-grade tomahawk and passed it to the ex-police officer. He'd then take out his hunting knife. That gas station might be the difference between getting swarmed at night, or having a peaceful rest before going at the road again tomorrow.
The 'different' humans were at the back of the formation, usually speaking to each other with their minds. Well, if they had anything to say... They weren't very talkative, but Nine-slash-'Zoey' was really becoming human.
Two pairs of boots clapped against the concrete floor, echoing through the old warehouse complex. It was dark in here, and it'd be nice and quiet too if not for the moans of those monsters still in pursuit. It'd been a day now, running with no end in sight to the crowd of walkers' physical limits. The two survivors hadn't risked firing another shot, or splitting up to draw the undead away from each other. They were so tired, exhausted and just about ready to give up... But they were too close to home to give up now!
The smaller of the two rushed ahead with the last of her stamina and jumped up to climb on top of the shipping crate. "You're like a damn mountain lion! Kate, gimme a hand!" The young man called up. They were coming for him, he could hear the cries for his blood getting closer and closer with every passing second.
"I gotcha!" The girl assured him, throwing her arm down as the man jumped to narrowly grab his hand and pull him to safety. She wasn't all that strong, but the adrenaline rush from being chased by flesh-eating monsters made sure she went beyond her normal ability. With Matt safely slumping over the top of the shipping crate, Kate sat down and cradled her rifle between her arms and knees. They were both breathing heavily after all that running - both hoping they'd never have to do something like that again.
"Hey.. M.. Matt.. I thought you Army types.. had more stamina.. than that..!" Kate panted, forcing a tired laugh.
The blonde-haired man waved his arm tiredly at her in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah! ...What about you, Miss 'Track Champion'? Where the fuck was your speed?!"
"I was letting you keep up..." Kate chuckled weakly before motioning to Matt's radio. "Gonna let them know we're home, or do you like it up here with the zombies swarming around us?"
"Ugh, I told you to stop calling 'em that." Matt sighed, pressing in his receiver.
"Well that's what they are~" Kate mocked the soldier as he began to speak into the radio. The girl should be in college if not for the outbreak... And here she was with a military grade bolt-action, and an ex-Operator as a travelling partner! She watched the undead pushing themselves against the large shipping crate, hoping that they'd be out of here very soon.
"...Okay. Copy that, it'll be another five minutes or so before we show up. Those fireworks better do their job..." Matt spoke into his radio. Seconds later, the dusk sky outside flashed, followed by a few loud pops and bangs. The undead stopped paying attention to their unreachable meals in favor of following the pretty lights and the sounds they made. In a zombie's mind, there must be something to eat in that direction, no?
Matt and Kate jumped down from the cargo crate and ran for a different warehouse, one that was visibly fortified with barbed wire and sandbags. They were home. Safe, warm, and alive... It was strange. Kate was the only civilian here, the others were all army buddies from the same Special Forces unit. How fortunate that she'd fallen in with such good people in this world that was going to hell...
It was getting colder and darker. The damnable highway never ended. The cars were parked for miles and miles, the people who were once seated in them were either dead or undead by now. Looters must've gotten everything of value, unless the poor people took their things as they ran but failed to escape. What was it now, a month?
"A whole month, today... I'm still thinking I'll wake up and this will all be a terrible nightmare..." Sarah sighed in defeat, walking with her beloved James as Simon the Police Sergeant and Jake the 'Delta Sniper' led the way. There was a gas station not far off - it should do for the night. Anything was better than being outside. "But of course, it's not a total nightmare," Sarah added, grinning at James and flicking her loose red hair back away from her face.
"...Well, we best do our thing, Simon." Jake murmured as he unhooked his army-grade tomahawk and passed it to the ex-police officer. He'd then take out his hunting knife. That gas station might be the difference between getting swarmed at night, or having a peaceful rest before going at the road again tomorrow.
The 'different' humans were at the back of the formation, usually speaking to each other with their minds. Well, if they had anything to say... They weren't very talkative, but Nine-slash-'Zoey' was really becoming human.
I'll update this a lot at some point. But the main thing here is that hey, ...it's yet another 1x1 continuation from the old RPG!
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