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Even in the depths of the Abyss there was a natural order of things. A brute will always be a brute, so does a coward, so do a warden, and even the chains that bind them together. If nothing else, these relationships were intensified, made even starker like a contrast of light and shadow, in a realm where built to bring order and contain chaos.

The embodiment of such precepts gazed idly as the creatures of darkness moved about. Her eyes looked with compassion to the fleeing wolf but she didn't dare to approach any of the prisoners, especially the oni who chose to chase the beast or plea for more forgiveness. No, instead she walked to the lagoon's edge once more.

Pandora stared at the placid water, reflecting inexistent light like a deep black mirror. To any other onlooker, only their own reflections would be there to greet them, but she could see more.

Soon enough, the prisoners would find it out.

X X X

It wouldn't take long before the prisoners found the location of the werewolves' fort. Truth be told, it was much more like a small keep, carved right into the rocks of the lagoon's upper region's, almost all the way to the Abyss' next level. A timid fortress carved from dark, moisty rock, which would nonetheless be a perfect stage for them to regroup and launch the next steps of their operation.

The cave in which the fort was located was as wide and cold as everything leading to here, many ponds—all of which were part of the lagoon's system somehow—dotted the way. Their dark surface was as placid and reflective as that of the lagoon itself, however, any who dared approach them would be met with retribution by the flaying tentacles of their vile and foul guardians.

Interesting, @RoflsMazoy, we see each other again. I'll keep an eye on this.

“Don't worry, don't worry. I'm alright, but I can't make my way to Yesh—I mean, Terrorkeet,” Seika said over the intercoms after the pilots made it known that this was their curtain call. The wires being coiled around her gigantic form weren't too much cause for concern as long as she didn't allow herself to be completely subdued. However, it became abundantly clear that her ploy wouldn't be of any help to Yeshua.

The monstrous mermaid grit her teeth in irritation, waiting until Utena got into a thick fog bank before pulling her last trick of this performance. The GMG replaced herself with a temporary water clone that would last just enough for Seika to revert to her normal form and take a tactical exit in the middle of her fog.

When all was said and done, Seika was safe on her way to HART's mobile base and the clone popped like a giant water balloon, flooding the city all over again.

X X X

Meanwhile, Akari was just about finished with Yeshua when more MFF operators jumped out of nowhere, to steal the glory. She ran up the GMG's back, all the way to her nape, coiling one last length of wire, along with a special spherical containment field around Terrorkeet's lips and the back of her head, gagging the GMG.

As she did so, Akari took the chance to rest on the monster girl's ear. “I'm sorry about that. Just be a good girl and I'm sure that nothing bad will happen. If it does, I'll find a way to get you out of this,” she said to the GMG before turning on her comms. “This is Akari, we've successfully contained one of the targets. What are we supposed to do with her, now?” she asked, wondering how they were planning to keep a target this big under confinement.


"Don't worry about that. But I gotta say you are quite fit. Looking at you, I would guess you would be a bit more... squishy, I guess?" Clair returned Itsuko's ID to her pocket after taking a quick look at it, ascertaining her doubts about the other girl who had just refused the President's offering. "Since you didn't wanna join, I guess this means we are going to be rivals from now on, right? But I like you, so why don't we make a bet? The loser in the tournament has to do anything the winner asks," the blonde said, extending her hand to Itsuko.

"I'll be taking my uniform in advance if you don't mind it. Don't wanna go around looking like a delinquent on my first day at a fresh new school," Clair said after the President accepted her request.

It would only be a matter of moments for Iona to point the right way for her, and for Clair to leave the room and come back dressed in a sailor-style uniform that wouldn't look out of place in a Saturday morning anime.

"Ok guys, I'm ready for it now. What're your plans for these games?" Clair said as she walked to Kanbaru and Rose while eating a toast she stole from the kitchen on the way here.



Hm, this could be interesting.


You're welcome as long as you're committed to staying.

“Don't worry, officer, there were no power abuse involved here. Just a good old judo throw,” Erika said after being approached by the investigator. Nevertheless, she pocketed the n-th copy of the handbook she had been handed in the past few months. “A girl gotta know how to protect herself in a crazy world like this.” With that last remark she stepped away from the oppressive enforcer, entering the Diver Services lobby properly.

The smallish blonde looked around while munching on a burger she produced from a paper bag. It didn't take long for her to notice a certain gathering talking about an upcoming job and the lack of a Holder. “Excuse me for the intrusion but, if it's a Holder you want, I'm your girl,” Erika said as she approached the group with a smile stamped in her face. “Don't worry, I promise I'm not gonna bite,” she added, looking at the obviously true deranged one here before taking one more bite of her burger.

“If no one bothers getting me up to speed, that is.” Erika smirked before taking another bite of her burger. A girl gotta eat if she wants to grow. Thinking about growth, she couldn't help but check out the group's knight in tight spandex.

Sorry for the delay.

I'll have a post sometime up to this weekend. I've been stuck trying to solve some problems with a project these last few days and lost track of RPing stuff.

Pandora stared at the retreating dark elf with a curious gaze. She cocked her head at the hand wave but didn't react at all to the smirk that probably held a million underlying meanings.

She remained sitting gracefully on the cold stone floor observing as the remaining prisoners quickly decided that their next course of action would be to extract information from the werewolves chief whether he wanted to hand it out or not. A flash of sadness, or maybe pity, was momentarily seen in Pandora's placid eyes as Azrael accosted the beastman.

It wouldn't be long before she rose back to her feet and laid her hands on the angel's arm. Her hold didn't have any strength behind it. If nothing else it was nearly not a hold at all, barely more than a child leaning against an adult, silently pleading with a merciful gaze.

If the werewolf refused to speak out of hatred by these creatures of the depths, maybe it would do so when at least one soul regarded him with what seemed to be genuine mercy. Love, even.

If that didn't work, maybe the strange force compelling him to speak before both his still living brothers and him were murdered in cold blood would.

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