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Intermission Four - Darkest Hour

La Trinidad de Manila Academy - 12/1/2022, 5:20, UTC+8


Far Eastern University In Real Life; the location and structures are used for La Trinidad de Manila in this timeline for convenience


Myron Makraig knew how to make deals with devils, or in this case, a very mysterious person whose secrecy could be mistaken for shadiness. Right now, Director Bathala of La Trinidad de Manila had taken Task Force Obsidian in after it had suffered its first and worst defeat, while Rear Admiral Adrian Absolo and NICA (National Intelligence Coordinating Agency) head Cornelio Malong had been tasked with managing the renewed Chinese offensive.

Director Bathala had been clear on one thing from the start: This was not free, and he would have his due once the team had licked its wounds enough and acquired the minimum of new members needed to be functional again. And he already suspected what the Director would require - After all, the Philippine Government of National Salvation would not exist without him.

The green lawns of Trinidad Academy were devoid of most students and faculty, leaving them deserted except for maintenance staff that picked fruit from the mango and guava trees in the gardens to feed the refugees that congregated outside the facilities. Myron had observed this because he was walking to the dormitory buildings that had been given to Task Force Obsidian with a message from the Director; he wanted to meet all of them in the Trinidad Academy Auditorium.

So Myron Makraig, the highest-ranking remaining member of Task Force Obsidian, went to the dormitory building, La Casarita, which was more lavishly furnished than most other University dorms due to its closeness to the ruins of Malcanang Palace, where the 'Assassin President' who had used a loophole in the Philippine Constitution to get himself elected Vice President in recent elections, then bumped off the President-Elect so he can become President again (this had the approval of the President-Elect's sister and mother, by the way)... Well, let's just say that the 'Assassin President' was dead and so were his accomplices, and the Philippine Government of National Salvation ran things now.

In La Casarita, the members of Task Force Obsidian had been given time, space, and psychological help, as well as the option to take regular trips to Trinidad Academy and its high-tech training facilities, which included a reinforced arena for Arms Master duels and a firing range. The Director had also kept them appraised of the ongoing Chinese offensive against the Philippines and the rest of ASEAN; long story short, it was not going well for either side.

In the Philippines, a Chinese Spy who had infiltrated the islands acquired citizenship through fraudulent means, and even become the Mayor of the town of Bamban, Tarlac Province, had mustered a militia in support of China. This 'Chinese Spy Mayor' had to be attacked by Philippine Special Forces at great cost, even as the 'Assassin President's' daughter in Davao City in Mindanao was throwing dozens of local hired thugs against PGNS machine guns in hopes the survivors would trigger a Noble Arm. Not just that, but in Manila itself, a plan had been discovered to murder the Mayor of Manila to destabilize the defenses of the city with her death.

But all that paled before what Myron believed Director Bathaha was about to reveal, because he knocked on the doors of each dormitory room, telling each member of Task Force Obsidian that they should go to the Trinidad Academy Auditorium with him immediately.

Because he knew that the Director was a sapient Noble Arm, one who got his sapience by having eaten several other Noble Arms before his Master died - And this man was the only one who could provide them an edge against the Big Three and Alan Turing himself...

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Jaina Dalton

All right, she was mad at the interruption, but also excited at having a worthy opponent at last!

Back-flipping herself down onto the ground, landing on her feet, she began gathering her Memory God Slaying Magic around her hands once more, before shouting, "I am Jaina Dalton, Princess of Snaervold, Wizardess of Fenix Tear and Daugther of the Sea! Flee now or be drowned in it!"

Ignorant folk have always feared the sea, due to generations of dread that formed a collective memory filled with monsters, drowning, and a vast blue expanse of nothing at all for miles around. Jaina tapped into this collective memory to amplify the dread those who heard her felt, her contempt for those who gave themselves over to their fear of saltwater flicking out like a whip when it would otherwise be held back by courtesy, etiquette and respect - None of whom this brigade had earned.

Seawater began to seep up from the floor, rising upward to shin-length, the salt smell permeating the area and mixing with the coppery tang of blood as Jaina continued her outraged speech.

"You who fear the source of your bounty, you who live beside the source of a fear you do not wish to overcome, clinging to your cowardice to the point where you fear Vampires less than she who has granted you the fruits of food, commerce, and the salt used for both - And all because of what? You cling like babies to your mothers when faced with storms and sea monsters?"

The seawater stirred beneath them, awakening the primal memory of the sea, carried by harsh winds that brought the salt to their noses, even as Jaina's words reverbrated with even more outrage.

"I do not detest cowards. I do not even detest willful cowards. But who I do detest are those who would deny their cowardice in the face of the source of their own rewards!"

The seawater rose up into tendrils, even as Jaina opened up a Memory Manipulation Vortex, not to erase or even extract memories, but to enhance them, to ensure that they would not forget their fear of the sea, and to make it clear that their contempt for it was echoed so many times over that it was irrelevant.

"Memory God Slayer Magic - Memory Manipulation Vortex! Seawater Magic, Grasping Tidal Horror!"

The tendrils of water would hold the foe in place if the saltwater seeping into their gear had not already done that (Jaina was immune and she also made any nearby books immune; knowledge was sacred). The Memory Manipulation Vortex would remind them of their fear, amplifying it to extreme levels. And if they did not overcome this fear, the tendrils of saltwater would drag them down into the rising seawater... And they will drown.

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We need one more character sheet that isn't mine before I start work on the IC post, btw.
Mikazuki Nakajima

Mikazuki asked a simple question, "What was the Soul War? And to echo Darius' question... What are Hollows? And are they more than just monsters that eat souls? I presume you didn't tell us about their nature before because you wanted to vet us for trustworthiness first?"

@Sho Minazuki
The Road to Bruma


The Orange Road; Imagine that its Summer, please...


The Confessor had decided to accept Kiffar's proclamation of leadership (albeit with Arvind being the real leader) and sent the group off on their way once breakfast was done; Khaliya and Meen-la could seperately sense her increasing desire not to be around the people she herself gathered, but who proved to be strong personalities she did not want to see in constant friction, but that would not alter the fact that she approved of the most viable plan. That plan was to pose as Arvind's scholarly expedition, and the Confessor had given them extra cash, plus a few scholarly texts on Talos and the nearby Ayleid ruins to better maintain their cover (and also to speed them onward).

Now the group was on the Orange Road, walking the paved, narrow path that led from Chorrol to Bruma as the sun rose in the sky.

Several hours passed; it was noonrise/noonday and the sun was at its midpoint. Birdsong and the noise of various animals had grown quiet for a minute or so - An obvious sign of trouble ahead. They were passing through an even narrower stretch of road when it struck - A volley of arrows launched from the trees at point-blank range, intended to scatter the group or force them to cast their protective spells.

Once the arrows were cast, several Nord and Imperial Bandits would charge, wielding a mix of two-handed swords, heavy maces, and greataxes, not realizing that they were running towards one of the best fighters in all of Tamriel (Kiffar). And finally, there was a Nord dressed in robes from the College of Winterhold with the insignia torn out; this blonde woman looked at Arvindr and said, "Arvindr! I want your research on the predecessors of the Companions and the origins of Whiterun and I want it now!"

The scholar would recognize this Nord woman as one of his more obscure rivals, Brigit of Winterhold, who resented Arvindr's constant hawking of the 'Original Nord Culture' despite being a Mage who researched similar topics herself. Her latest ploy was writing several public letters accusing Arvindr of being a plaigraist - of her research - and the unhinged tone of her wording implied that she had begun to genuinely believe her own lies.

This was confirmed when she said, "You copied my papers! That bibiliography you used in your latest one had a third of it copied from my own listed sources! Give me back my academic placement, you fraud, or I will keep siccing these bandits on you!"

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