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NHTD:ARPWAEHTD (Tower of Eternity)

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Not being able to try out another RP forum cause a bitchass cunt and their merry enablers are already housed there and I'm trying to avoid said bitchass or otherwise I'll be on the news. 🙃

Symphony on High

"Timekeeper Tuesday, y'know what that means. ...Seriously though, who's bright idea was this?"
Ours.
"Ah."

Days after he had deserted GEMINI, Finn seemed to vanish without a trace.

His account on Shimr was deleted, and no one; not even friends or family, had seen him after the storm that was Peace and Crazy Train passed. No matter the search efforts of those who cared, or the speculation from the esper community, the boy continued to lay low and away from the public eye. That woman from before told him she'd come back around to let him know whether or not any of her superiors agreed to meet with him.

...Well, it definitely wasn't as easy as it sounds. Hell, Penumbra had to even convince her boss not to go with the quick and easy route of just brainwashing him outright. At this point GEMINI would've already caught onto what they did to Binky, so to her, doing it a second time would be a waste.

After all, better to have a willing collaborator than yet another thrall.

But it'd been too long and Finn hadn't heard back at all yet. Maybe he just got his hopes up for nothing? Unfortunately not surprised. He thought to himself as he slipped back into the city through the cover of night time. Even if he grabbed what he could from his home, he still had to leave a lot of his stuff at GEMINI's headquarters behind. He needed to figure out how to get the important ones back. At least.

But before Finn could explore another one of his long, brooding tangents, his phone vibrated. He might have been tempted to let it ring, but this was an E-mail notification. Naturally, he looked to see if it was spam or another desperate attempt from someone he knew to contact him. But neither of those were the case. The sender was “Bookman” and had one of those custom extensions that was only afforded to wealthy individuals who bothered to spend the big money on custom domains. Even his parents used them, even if Finn didn’t know what they were. The E-mail had a single word title.

Offer.

What prevented Finn from writing it off as spam mail was the lack of bold text, excitement marks, and the fact that the E-mail began with:

Penumbra sent me.

What followed was an embedded video that was part of a news report. A pretty blond reporter was standing in front of Torvald's and pointing behind herself at the bookstore.

”Bookman has just entered Torvald's Tomes and Trinkets and is signing his new book ‘Needful Things.’ We’re going to play back the interview I had with him earlier, but you can catch him in the fur anytime between now and midnight.”

There was a brief shot of a tall thing walking into Torvald's before static obscured the image. Then the video looped around and played again.

Subtle and straight to the point, gotta give credit where it's due. The news report had to be recent, and depending on how popular this mysterious author was a crowd may not be avoidable. How grimmly ironic it had to be at Torvald's.

After a moment, he'd sent a short message back.

On my way.

…

…

…

Torvald's was not crowded. It was just as silent as it always was. Aside from the cheerful store owner there were only a few people walking about, and none of them looked even slightly familiar. Two out of shape boys were in one corner talking about the occult, and a frail looking goth girl was looking through a book of spells.

There was no sign of anyone else, though it did look like there was something of a book signing. There was a table set up with a few copies of “needful things” stacked on one side, but there was no “Bookman.” An empty seat was positioned where there would normally be a line of adoring fans, and in front of it was a tiny sign that read “out to lunch” in big bold letters. It was 3:24 PM.

Finn stared down at the sign.

"Huh. That's surprising. Must've pulled a few strings." He mumbled to himself, glancing down to the lone seat most likely left for him. The boy carefully stepped around to sit down, plucking a copy of one of the books to pass the time.

Time would pass swiftly.

At least if his swirling surroundings were any indication. The image of the bookstore seemed to bend and fade into darkness, like paper burning into ash. Everything but the chair, table, and the books and floorboards within the immediate area remained. Finn was floating through a void on a tiny wooden island.

Then he would make his appearance. A chair appeared on the other side of the table, and before long the Bookman himself faded into reality. He was a tall lanky goat demon in fine robes. Though for a goat, he had awfully sharp fangs, and had a nose that belonged to a wolf. His eyes left red neon trails as he swayed his head, but with a blink they turned into black orbs with diamond shaped irises. His elongated limbs seemed to fill the space. Bookman sat down. Even if Finn stood up, he likely wouldn’t have been able to see eye to eye with the creature.

"Finn.” For something so inhuman, it had a very soothing voice. Most would describe it as velvety. "I am Bookman. I’m not sure if you are familiar with my YourPipe channel, but my other job is to help people in positions such as yours.” He pressed the tips of his fingers together. "I understand you’re serious about joining the Hand. What makes someone such as yourself put your lot in with your old foes?”

The boy sharply inhaled through his teeth. Of course he was dealing with a devil. But he steeled himself almost immediately, hopefully things won't go ass-up this time.

"To be frank with you, my real goal isn't to replace the late Justin Von Carnage in the long run." He told the Bookman, taking a deep breath. "Lately I've been becoming more...aware of my circumstances. Patterns in even the most minute of things, and I can't even tell anyone without being disregarded as a lunatic." Finn frowned "Couple that with my recent bad luck streak, and the concerning fact that violence seems to be only thing I can do right...well, one would eventually have little to lose, wouldn't they?"

He slightly leaned forward.

"I need to escape this place. Not even just Pax, I need to escape this reality as it were. Even if I have to scorch this shithole on my way. I know it's possible, but I need help."

"To leave this reality...” Bookman didn’t seem too bothered by Finn’s confession, or the seemingly impossibility of his wish. "It’s possible, maybe, but it’s no easy feat. Most interdimensional travelers tend to be monsters for a reason. There’s no record of a normal human doing it in this world, lest you consider Oros the Mad. Though it might be fair to say that she paid for such powers with her sanity.” He cleared his throat. "I believe I can help with that, but is that really what you yearn for? If it’s your bad luck that’s holding you back, wouldn’t that just follow you to whatever new reality that you decide to visit?”

Finn chuckled. "Perhaps it might, perhaps it might be for the best. But it feels like something here is making my life a living hell, and somehow I doubt I'll be able to kill it as easily as the common man. _{Much less other espers.}"

"It's also why I'm alright with just offering whatever services you may need in exchange for resources, instead of being a member outright. Who's to say I won't end up jinxing you all too? Better to keep a reasonable distance. Don'tcha think?" He shrugged.

"Let me go about this a different way.” Bookman tapped his chin. "I am a broker, Finn. I have many things that I can offer you. Even things that most would not think could be given. I can give skills, experience, and even luck.” He tapped the books beside himself. "And I can get you out of this reality too. We’re just negotiating right now. Once I know what you want, I will determine what I want from you, and then we can work out the particulars. Knowing that, you still wish to leave this world?”

Finn nodded.

"Fair enough.” Bookman placed a hand on the table, and an old piece of parchment paper rose out of it. "Your karma is on the unfortunate side. I will grant you some luck for the duration of the contract, but only to make you a more effective mercenary.” Without moving his hand, a quill levitated over the parchment and started to write out the details. "You said you wanted materials. What is it that you are seeking?”

"Tools, any sort of metals and electrical parts that are capable of channeling mana, gonna need a power core of sorts for it that won't go out after a single usage too." The boy listed off. "I have the blueprints for this drawn out and can get the shell for everything easily. Perfecting everything to working order's gonna take longer though." He admitted. "I know such a thing sounds farfetched in theory, but isn't it better to try than not at all?"

"I already implied what I would do in your position. A deal can only be struck if both parties accept it. If you really want to build a Syllogismobile, you will have the tools and materials to do so. You have your reasons I’m sure.” With a wave of his hand, the pen started writing faster.

"As long as this contract persists, Finnegan Vanhorn will be considered an ally of the Hand. He will be granted fortune so that he may complete his duties. Should he fulfill his mission, he will be granted the materials and tools needed to finish his project.”

The quill started to slow down as it came to the end of what had been discussed.

"I’m not sure why Penumbra felt you would be a good stand in for Justin. None of us liked him very much, and we only kept him around because of how wealthy he was. As you pointed out yourself, you are good at fighting. That will be why we contract you.” He licked his finger before turning the page of a tome that materialized in his hand. "Before I can discuss the Hand’s plans with you, I need you to agree to two conditions. The first is that you don’t turn coat until your contract is complete. While under contract, you are one of us, and our enemies are your enemies regardless of previous affiliations. If you turn on us, you forfeit your payment and will be forced to relinquish your magic. You will no longer be an esper, just a mundane human after that. One totally unable to leave this world.” He raised two fingers, making sure to show a finger that had a sapphire ring on it. "Your dreams of leaving this world make you a threat to some of the Hand’s interests. Your desire to leave, building a Syllogismobile, and other extra dimensional goals are not your own unique ideas. We believe someone is guiding you, and we need to protect ourselves from them should the need arise. The particulars of which will be discussed later. Like the last condition, you will relinquish your magic if you break contract. Does that sound acceptable to you?”

"Believe it or not I don't hear any downsides to this." If anything, going back to being a normal human would be another form of escaping it all. "I accept your terms!"

"We can discuss the particulars later.” The pen sped up, but Bookman didn’t stop talking. "I have not seen the blueprints you speak of yet, thus I am not aware of exactly what you need. Perhaps it is only fair that your mission is equally nebulous? Your former allies may have acquired details about one of our members. If that is the case, I cannot see them letting this opportunity to cut off another finger slip by them. You will protect Dragon Fruit with every fiber of your being when the assault happens. Regardless of how big or small the assault, you will be granted what you seek in full.” The devil extended his hand for a shake. "Simple enough?”

"I'll have to bring them with me next chance we meet. But yes." Finn admitted, nevertheless reaching over to shake hands with him proper.

The devil’s grip was firm, but not painfully so. "May all your dreams come true.” Once their handshake was done, Bookman leaned forwards and placed his hands together. "Since you’re one of us now, there’s no need to scrounge around with everyone else.” He placed a business card on the table and slid it towards Finn. "A room has been provided for you. It’s safer than anywhere else in the city, for people like yourself. There’s even enough room to build any contraption your heart desires.”

The boy picked up the card and pocketed it after glancing it over. His brows rose when Bookman mentioned they'd give him a place to stay. Admittedly he hadn't expected the extra hospitality, but he felt grateful.

"Thank you, Mister Bookman." Finn lightly smiled. "And extend my thanks to everyone else too."

"Why not take the chance to do it yourself?” He adjusted the ring on his finger. "Either way, I’m not expecting any more book signing for a bit. The world will return as it was as soon as you stand up. Though if you have any questions, I can answer them for you.”

Finn shook his head. "No need, thank you again."

"May your place in the new world be to your liking.” The goat man waved to the boy as he stood up and faded out of the pocket dimension. "I wonder what she sees in him? There’s ample potential, but will he ever reach it?”

This had been the first time in a long time that Bookman had signed a contract with someone who fully understood the consequences of breaking it, but seemed indifferent to how that would affect his own fate. And rarer still were the souls that seemed like they would relish either option. But this had been Penumbra and Dragon Fruit’s idea. He was just the contract maker, and had done his duty as was requested. The boy’s fate was someone else’s problem now.

Something irelevant to the grand scheme of things.

It is also, appropriately enough, April Fools day.
-The Wise Scientist

"Can't believe I agreed to cameo in this. Hi guys, if you see this!"
-??????

*Sluuurp*

As she sat at the heart of her Lab, surrounded by a tangled technomantic tapestry of glowing tetra-tachyonic tesseract tubers, gurgling cross-continua cosmic crucibles, bubbling eldritch ectoplasmic evolutionary enhancement vats, and zapping zynoidal zenith zots, the Wise Scientist took a long sip of her favorite yellowy-green beverage and observed the events playing out on her panoramic interdimensional viewer. Although she’d been so hopeful that Thyerg’Octolys would become her latest major source of entertainment, his exploits had so far been sorely lacking in amusement, at least compared to those of a certain chrono-manipulating canine. For one thing, the universe in which the eldritch dark matter domiarch currently resided had quickly revealed itself to possess an exceptionally bizarre and contradictory rules framework, its Grand Magistrate seeming to lay down plenumic laws only to subsequently allow the reality plenum’s inhabitants to freely break them. Yet, even this would be fine taken on its own. After all, the Wise Scientist had never been one to allow herself to be limited by rules of any kind. The real problem was inherent in the nature of the contest Octolys was unwillingly participating in.

As a death battle, there was precious little opportunity for the domiarch to display the bombastic, imperious, and self-aggrandizing personality that would ordinarily be so comical in such a setting. Indeed, much of the joy of watching Parr’s various interdimensional exploits was seeing how the clueless canine would react to, and interact with, the various individuals that crossed his path, and, while other participants in the death battle had managed to strike up ostensibly disallowed conversations with their rivals, Octolys had merely engaged in battle with an army of Orks that seemed to have even less regard for the laws of physics than the rest of their slightly reality-warping kind. While that particular trait was somewhat intriguing, and thus would be thoroughly investigated in due time, the purpose of this viewing session was to locate entertainment sufficient to at least marginally distract her literally galaxy-sized brain from the recent string of disappointments she’d been forced to endure. Instead, this would become merely the latest item on that ever-lengthening list. With that in mind, the Wise Scientist chose to redirect her focus to one of her best sources of amusement, an old favorite for whom, ironically enough, failure and disappointment seemed to be constant companions that were indelibly infused into his very being…

“Well, at least he’s self aware of the fact that he’s apparently destined to fuck up everything he does,” the Wise Scientist noted as she watched Finn make his final snide remarks to Ashley before dramatically falling off Peace Train like the edgelord he seemed to envision himself as. “Still, as much as I want to applaud his attempts to take initiative, and own his fuckups, I can’t help but feel that he’s still just passively accepting whatever shit gets thrown at him. I mean look at this,” she continued, pointing a bony finger at where the former G.E.M.I.N.I. agent was conversing with Penumbra. “While it may seem like he’s choosing his own fate here, he’s really just resigning himself to what he believes is inevitable.” She sighed. “I had really hoped he would allow himself to have a bit more agency after our little chat, but I guess ‘a’ is always going to be ‘a’, and a Finn is always going to be a failure…”

"You should really have more patience, doc." A new voice responded from behind her, both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. When the scientist turned around to sharply address the stranger, she'd be greeted by the sight of a man in a beaked mask, and her usual companion leaning against him for support. After all, Jennifer looked as if something tried to maul her in half. One of her arms and eyes were missing, one could see the bone of her leg with how deep the gash was, and with a lack of a better term it looked like she was almost disemboweled. Yet she didn't bleed. Not further anyways, her wounds were currently frozen in a stasis. With her only other hand she casually waved to the Wise Scientist.

"Yo."

The Wise Scientist whirled around at the sound of the new voices, a rare look of shock on her goggled visage as she visibly struggled to keep from spitting out her drink. While she’d already suspected Jennifer would pay a visit, and indeed, had immediately sensed her arrival a moment earlier, her masked associate’s presence was a complete surprise, the figure having gone entirely unnoticed by the Lab’s various intruder detection systems. Yet, even more alarming was the… less-than-ideal state the (False) Witch of Time appeared to be in, along with the thought of what could have even inflicted such grievous injuries on such an exceptionally powerful being in the first place. “Holy shit, Jen! What the fuck happened to you?!”

”Long story. Would’ve got Mari to bring me here but she’s a bit…busy at the moment.” Jen was oddly calm despite her condition. She tilted her head to the man. ”Besides, this one was hoping to come visit.”

”I told you going ahead with that idea to raze the fae realm was a bad idea, Ms. Wagner.”

The witch groaned. ”Not our fault your friends had the tendency to grow attached to the very things that make your lives hell, much less the fact that one of them subconsciously adopted a fucking KELPIE. Is Orpheus even ready to be a father?” She jabbed back, but her tone wasn’t as sharp as her words suggested. The masked man only sighed.

”My brother’s relationship is none of my business. But we’re getting off track,” He looked back to the Wise Scientist. ”Anywhere I can sit her down?” He softly asked.

The Wise Scientist simply stared blankly at her guests before gesturing to a pair of just-formed hard-light easy chairs for the pair to sit in. “Fine,” she replied in a resigned deadpan. “Keep your secrets. But you better believe I’m not just gonna let you stay like that,” she added, bathing the (False) Witch of Time in a multi-spectrum S¹² grade restoration ray. “Gotta say, I’m honestly surprised you weren’t able to heal yourself, or were you just putting all your power into hiding your little pal from me?” she asked with a wry smirk. “Who is he, by the way?”

”Doesn’t really work if you’re falling apart faster than you can heal.” Jennifer leaned back against her seat, letting the restoration ray do its work.

“Hmmm… Yes…” the Wise Scientist muttered as the information provided by a just activated finder beam scrolled across her glowing goggles. “It’s certainly quite the rapacious little thing, isn't it?”

The masked figure pointed towards her as he stepped up to his seat. ”Can vouch.” He stepped over to sit, propping up a knee to rest his arm on, then looked back at the Scientist. ”And your other question. As much as I would love to say, it’d be a bit awkward to explain. Especially since I know who you’ve been keeping an eye on.” The figure brought his other hand up to lay on his chest for a moment. ”To avoid the mixup, you can call me Bronze.”

“Ah, so you’re another iteration of The Failure, huh? Well, this should be fun, then,” the Wise Scientist noted with a grin as she leaned back in her command chair and took another sip of her drink. “I’m sure you’ll have some wonderful insights on your younger variant’s recent developments, ‘Bronze’. That is, if you can keep from devolving into the emo edgelord all the others eventually seem to. Oh, and don’t worry about Jen,” she added with a dismissive gesture towards the (False) Witch of Time. “Despite someone’s admittedly impressive attempt to cause her harm, it’s still no match for the abilities of the Mad Scientist Supreme.”

”Hah. Yeah, wonderful being tormented by the ‘memories’ of my other iterations in my sleep.” Bronze dryly chuckled. ”I’m lucky they even stopped eventually aside from Fable. Besides, despite your admittedly barebones speculations, not all of us have ended up Torment Nexus’d by eldritch outer gods that take pleasure in treating us like their personal chew toys.”

After a brief pause he added:

_{”Aigorost isn’t around to hear this is he?”}

“Maybe not yet, but something tells me it’s only a matter of time,” the Wise Scientist replied. “And as for that perverted eldritch horror, I’m sure he’s always keeping an eye on anyplace one of you’s around. From what I understand, he’s a bit of a fan, though I can’t really blame him.”

Bronze visibly shuddered. ”Fucks sake, I hope not.” He muttered, shaking his head. ”A-Anyways, I still stand by my point that you should be patient here. You sending Parr to him, your conversation jogging his memories, the fact that he’s becoming as aware of things as much as (and I can’t believe I’m saying this,) Oros,”

”To which the similarities between her and you are concerningly notable, considering what’s to become of either Fable or Mika.” Jen added. Bronze hesitantly nodded.

”You’ve already planted enough seeds for something to come out of it, but results aren’t always going to be as instantaneous as you desire.” He continued to explain. ”I’d thought you of all people would understand what he’s really planning.”

“Oh, I have some ideas,” the Monarch of Mad Science replied with a knowing grin. “But to correct your misapprehension, I don’t have any plans of my own for him, nor did I send Parr his way.”

_{”I mean you did fuck with his Syllogismobile, but I’m not gonna split hairs.”}

”I merely enjoyed the show. What I really want is to see him take control of his life and finally live up to his full potential. Y’know, like how the other one didn’t.”

”...Christ, you’re still hung up on that?” Bronze’s tone seemed to soften again.

”Don’t think too much about it, she just cares more about you than she admits.” Jen snickered.

“Of course, I care,” the Wise Scientist bit back. “I care about all of my projects! Hell, if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have tried to help the two of them so much, for all the good it’s done…”

Bronze quietly stared back for a moment, slightly tilting his head. He adjusted in his seat to face the Wise Scientist. ”Well you can’t blame us for being a bit apprehensive.” He said to her. ”But you have helped. More than everyone that had tried to use me for their own heinous gain.”

The mask retracted back into his head, finally revealing the older esper’s face. ”Believe me, I still don’t entirely trust you. But as long as you don’t pull any stunts, my offer for us to work together once in a while is still technically open.”

“Stunts?” the Wise Scientist inquired, while dramatically raising one artificial eyebrow of her giga-tech goggles. “Please. I’ve done nothing but help pathetic losers that I think might have some small shred of potential, only to have them piss in my face. If anyone should be making cautionary statements like that, it’s me.”

”Eh, whatever floats your boat, I’m just trying to be precautious. I do have someone to go back to.”

A moment later, an alert bleeped, while a yellowy-green border appeared around one of the smaller holodisplays on the far side of the Wise Scientist’s command chair. “Speaking of help, I’m fairly certain you’re aware of my little ‘Oros project’,” the Monarch of Mad Science continued as she enlarged the display in question, where a group of familiar-looking young women could be seen sprawled around an even more familiar-looking cyborg/robot/android girl. “Well, I’m helping this one to finally reach her full potential,” she explained, zooming in on the battered and bruised body of an otherwise attractive young woman wearing a futuristic outfit with a clear Egyptian aesthetic.

As the trio continued to watch, the victorious cyborg/robot/android dissolved into a cloud of rapidly dissipating particles, while the surrounding terrain did likewise. So, too, did the various defeated young women, until only the one wearing the Egyptian-themed outfit remained. “That wasn’t too bad for your first time, Osiris,” the Wise Scientist told the woman, even as her wounds were healed by the rejuvenating energies of a restoration ray. “I think that’ll serve as sufficient training for now,” she continued, a glowing rectangular portal opening beside “Osiris” as she spoke. “But before you head back to your bath, there’s another friend I’d like you to meet.”

However, a moment before Osiris stepped through the glowing rectangle, it abruptly winked out of existence.

“Y’know, on second thought, that probably isn’t such a great idea,” the Wise Scientist told her. “I mean, you’re probably pretty tired after getting your ass kicked in that simulation, and I know you’d rather be soaking in a bubble bath in that fancy hotel suite of yours instead of engaging in a conversation that’s way above your pay grade, not to mention your mental capacity, so you can just go home now,” she added, opening a new portal, which led to a luxurious bathroom. “Oh, and as a reward for all your hard work, here are a few special bath bombs designed by yours truly.” At that, several dark purple spheres covered in intricate yellowy-green swirls materialized a short distance above Osiris, which she caught with impressive agility. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.”

Osiris merely gave a curt nod and a terse, “Thanks,” before stepping through the portal, which immediately closed behind her.

“(Sigh…) While I’d thought you’d might like to chat with her, upon further rumination I realized she’s not exactly the talkative type,” the Wise Scientist told Jen. “She mostly just does the bare minimum necessary to get paid and then returns to her hedonism. She doesn’t really care how she’s perceived and she doesn’t have any major goals or aspirations, especially not unattainable ones, and that, of course, is her biggest problem. See, just like pathetic little Fable, she’s also something of a failure, but even so, I still have hopes that status can change with a bit of work. After all,” she added with a grin. “If you can manage to do the seemingly impossible and find a Finn who isn’t a total fuck up, then I can certainly fix a defective Oros.”

Bronze, quietly observing the small interaction; albeit with some trepidation towards being in the same room as an Oros iteration, then spoke up:

”Deprive her of that lifestyle.” He suggested to the Wise Scientist, ”Asides from the glaring issue that Osiris isn’t a natural product of Aigorost’s choice and influence therefore naturally rendering her an ingenuine article, if her only desire is being in the lap of luxury, then all you’d need to do is pull a few strings and leave her nothing.” He shrugged. ”As the comeuppance for her boundless greed perhaps?”

It seemed selfish in hindsight to suggest, but he had no love loss for that THING’s right-hand woman.

“I suppose I could go that route,” the Wise Scientist conceded as she tapped her glass thoughtfully. “But would that really even make any difference? I mean, for such deprivation to really count, it would need to be an indelible aspect of her life story, not a newly introduced element. Seeing how she reacts to failure has a multiplicity of ancillary benefits, but I don’t exactly see it solving the core problem. No, for that I decided to get a little ambitious…” the Monarch of Mad Science added, an increasingly maniacal grin spreading across her face. “Instead of adding disappointment, retroactive or otherwise, to my little creation’s life, I’ve chosen to assist a preexisting Oros in removing theirs! Not only that, but as your pal Bronze here proves, there are always outliers in any group, and I’m willing to bet dear Isra might just be one, herself. Obviously, this all requires further study,” she added, taking another sip of her drink. “But I think I’m drawing quite close to a major breakthrough, one that impending events in Esper World will hopefully elucidate.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“Really?” the Wise Scientist inquired, giving Jen a look of incredulity. “And here I thought you were following along with Kate’s various adventures. Well, to spell it out for you, The World With No Name’s Oros, Oracle Morowa, is head over heels for our favorite photographer, but she was convinced she’d never be able to get with her due to massive lifespan differences and a lack of mutual attraction on Kate’s part. She thought it was impossible, a disappointment that would define her very existence for the rest of her short life, but as I’m sure you know by now, ‘impossible’ isn’t part of my vocabulary. So, I fixed her limited lifespan issue and gave her access to her originally moon-specific precognitive powers wherever she goes. What’s even better is that my old pal is actually starting to fall in love with her without any influencing from me!” She chuckled. “I guess moth girls just happen to be her thing.”

”Oooooh right, the sane one.”

Bronze sharply inhaled when the Wise Scientist mentioned that Kate hadn’t felt the same at first. ”As long as they treat each other well.” He crossed his arms. ”Do me a favor and do not hesitate to kick her ass if she hurts her?”

“Ideally, neither of them is getting hurt,” the Wise Scientist replied. “That’s kinda the whole point, here. But which ‘her’ are we talking about, exactly? You got a thing for moth girls, too, or is it Kate that you’ve grown fond of?” she asked with a sly smirk.

Bronze incredulously glanced between the two women, one of which was busy stifling a snicker, and slowly back at the Wise Scientist.

”Should you tell her or should I?”

He sighed. ”Doc, I have a husband.” He clarified. ”And it’s just that I’ve just had my fair share of dealing with people who refused to ever take no for an answer. Sane or not, Morowa is still considered an Oros. I’m just wary of the risks, that's all.”

“Ah, so what you’re saying is, your brooding edginess was such a turn on that you were forced to beat your hoards of frenzied admirers back with a sword, huh?” the Wise Scientist quipped.

Bronze tiredly glared back at the scientist. ”If by ‘hoards of frenzied admirers’ you mean an emotionally and mentally unstable cannibal who could’ve killed me otherwise, then yeah. Let’s go with that.” He leaned back in his seat. ”Believe me, part of me still regrets ever playing nice with such a bastard, but I’ve moved on from wanting revenge at this point. My life’s been wonderful without worrying about the ‘what if’s.”

“I see… How very mature of you,” the Wise Scientist commended. “I gotta say, you really do seem like quite an improvement over the other two iterations of you I’ve met.”

”Well, I had time to heal, and I have loved ones who want the best for me, ” The man glanced back at her, a faint smile returning to his face. ”I know my existence in itself is rather…anomalous in hindsight. But things do improve, already has! Just have to let it.”

“Speaking of improving, I’m pleased to see that my dear Ashley’s doing her fair share of it. She’s really stepping into her leadership role quite nicely, don’t you think?” the Wise Scientist inquired as the scene on her panoramic holodisplay shifted to showcase the Knight of Tomorrow’s battle with the brainwashed Binky. “In spite of all the myriad adversities that have been thrown in her face, she still manages to persevere and push beyond her former limitations. Yes, it really is a wonderful thing to see someone’s potential be fully realized as opposed to being pointlessly squandered.”

”...You keep bringing that up, the whole ‘potential’ thing.” Bronze noted. ”What do you even mean by that? If it’s alright to ask?”

The Wise Scientist sighed. “And here I thought you were supposed to be moderately intelligent… Potential is defined as having latent qualities or abilities that have the capacity to possibly develop to a level of viability at some future juncture,” she explained in a weary deadpan. “Many things and people have it, and it can, of course, also be employed as a power source, and a pretty damn effective one, to put it mildly. Does that clear things up for you, or do you want a full lecture, complete with visual aids?”

He furrowed his brows. ”I meant as in for what purpose. What’s the goal here? Just to get power sources?”

“That’s one of them,” the Wise Scientist confirmed. “But there are a plethora of others. I may be a several hundred millennia old eldritch horror, but I’m a scientist first and foremost. I’m constantly exploring, constantly researching, constantly learning everything that I can. I’ve visited more universes than you can imagine. I’ve seen their births and deaths, and conversed with the first and last sentient beings to live in them. Hell, I’ve even met entities that dream entire multiverses into existence. Do you know why I wanted to see the one-eyed edgelord fight the Tin Titan so badly?” she inquired. “I wanted to see what would happen if she was finally faced with a real threat, one that was objectively stronger than her in every aspect. I wanted to see what favors the Grand Magistrate would bestow upon her so that she ultimately emerged victorious. Or maybe he would withhold his blessings and actually allow her to suffer a genuine defeat for the first time in her fucking life! It’s the same thing with Ashley and Fable. I want to see how strong they can become, and I want to see what they can accomplish with all that power. Why? Because it’s what I live for. And because it’s fun.”

”Oh. Yeah. Penny.” Bronze sighed. To play the devil’s advocate, it was gonna be a fool’s errand regardless of how much bullshit you dumped onto that iteration of me, and I know you know it. As entertaining to the higher powers as it could be, nothing was really stopping them from interfering with the potential death of… an agent of the threads of fate, so to speak. Killing me then and there by, like, making me trip on a rock or something. Again, forgive me for abandoning ship like that. But I’ve had more than enough of being bossed around with what I can and can’t do at this point. The effects do still linger, though.”

After a pause, the man continued speaking:

”I’m sure you’re aware of the memory theory in Pax. The idea that when someone dies, the mana expends into the atmosphere, moreso when they’re feeling negative emotions.” He explained. ”So if the average mana in a human correlates to their memories, what do you think would happen if one is subjected through exhaustive trauma seemingly without end? What would happen if that individual has to account for near-countless memories they didn’t even remember going through at first?“

He looked back to the screen.

”What do you think will happen if Fable dies?”

“Some very interesting events, I’m sure,” the Wise Scientist replied with a knowing grin. “Speaking of interesting, the way mana operates in Esper World is remarkably similar to the workings of possibility particles,” she continued, carefully adjusting her goggles as she did so. “However, instead of being the energy generated by events that have already happened, they’re essentially the energy generated by things that may potentially happen. Obviously, many sufficiently advanced civilizations, and even individual entities, such as myself, are capable of harvesting this energy, and if someone were to farm Fable’s, they’d have access to several agri-worlds worth. Couple that with all the mana generated by his ‘memory energy’, and you can see why I consider him to be so important. Anyone who’s the confluence of that many factors would have to be. If this were a story, he’d undoubtedly be the main character, which is the reason I have a vested interest in seeing him live up to that role. I don’t care how he chooses to do it,” she clarified. “Just that he makes the choice, rather than having it be made for him. Or, y’know, just giving into apathy like a fucking pussy and not doing anything…”

Bronze visibly tensed at her ramblings, not only in response to yet another jab at the kid, but with everything else. Even Jen was trying to signal for her to cut the conversation short. _{”God, why me…?”} He shakily exhaled, taking a deep breath to re-compose himself. ”You do have to consider the fact that everything he’s going through is much for a fucking thirteen year old. The only actual break he’s had was when he got shot in the stomach and had to stay in the hospital for a while, he’s not been given any time to process it all. Probably thinks he has no other choice but to remain _visibly complicit until the opportunity to escape or destroy Pax with his bare hands arises.” He explained.

“Yeah, yeah, so he’s a bit traumatized,” the Wise Scientist conceded. “I won’t deny the whole universe seems to have it out for him, but he also needs to take at least some of the blame for his current predicament,” she added pointedly. “Sure he has problems, but no small number of people have tried to help him with them, I’ve tried to help him with them, but he just ignores all the advice and support he’s offered and instead makes the worst possible decisions he can! Fuck, at this point I’m beginning to think he’s doing it on purpose…”

”Help HOW?”

Guys I genuinely think we should change the subje-”

Bronze snapped a finger towards the screen. ”If any of THAT is what you people call trying to ‘help’, then maybe you should reflect and consider that you twats have been going about the wrong fuckin’ angle.” He glared at the Scientist. ”If you want him to take some of the blame that badly, then sure, hope that the fates-that-be’ll throw him into a mental hospital for a while. Let him sort himself out.”

“Well, if memory serves, Ashley did suggest he take some time off to deal with all his metal shit, but that’s not really important now, is it?” the Wise Scientist snarked. “It seems to me that you’d prefer everyone just coddle his moody ass and acquiesce to all his unhinged, poorly-thought-out plans without any objection or reproval, which, lucky you, appears to finally be happening. I mean, holy fuck is he easy to manipulate…” She sighed.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. ”Jesus fuckin’ christ, you’re acting as if giving the kid a hug and reassuring him that he’s not an irredeemable monster’s gonna kill someone!” He bit back. Though knowing our luck that could probably happen…

“Well, I couldn’t exactly give him a hug, now could I?” she sneered. “As it is, I can only hope that the seeds I planted in his little brain will actually manage to take root before it’s too late to matter.”

Bronze slumped back against his seat. ”Just have a bit more faith, things will align. He probably thought Ashley was gonna fire him instead of putting him on another leave…”

“And that’s his problem,” the Wise Scientist replied. “He never trusts others, even the people who actually have his best interests at heart. Hell, I’m pretty sure even Dante was trying to help him in his own way. The least the fuck up could have done is heard him out. But, as usual, he chose violence, with predictable results.”

At that, it was his turn to sigh. ”Well for one, he did try to avoid fighting Dante. He didn’t even have time to ‘hear him out’ because at that point GEMINI had basically pinpointed him as the source of his affliction, such less so since Dante was the one that attacked first in that instance, something he knew was bound to happen no matter what he tried to do.” He explained. ”’Violence as usual’ is ‘cause for some ungodly reason violence keeps being the only thing he does right and that’s terrifying as shit to realize.” Bronze frowned.

“Then maybe he should embrace it,” the Monarch of Mad Science mused. “Say to hell with everything and burn the whole fucking city to the ground. If anything, I’d be very interested in seeing what might happen if he actually tried it, and even if he failed yet again, it’d certainly be entertaining to watch.”

”You finally got the point now??”

“The point that he only exists to destroy things? Yes, I’ve known that for a while now. My issue is that he still doesn’t have an acceptable level of agency in regard to that destruction. He’s just a blunt instrument wielded by other parties or his own confused emotions. I want to see him actually stand up for himself and take hold of what he wants for a change. I know some people are content to be whiney children forever, but I don’t think I’m alone in saying I’d like it if he actually started acting with some maturity one of these days.”

”Uh, guys, before you decide to try and kill each other, may your attention draw back to the program for a moment??” Jen spoke up, pointing a thumb to the scene currently playing out.

“Hmm? What’s this?” the Wise Scientist inquired with clear interest as she watched Finn’s meeting with the Bookman commence. “Is little Fable finally making that Faustian bargain he’s been trying so long to avoid? Gotta say, I’ll at least give him credit for one thing,” she added. “He certainly knows what he wants now. Too bad it’s just to run away from all his problems. Fuck… He really is Shinji…”

Bronze narrowed his eyes at her. With a huff of resignation, he got up from his seat. ”Y’know what, this is getting a bit uncomfortable. I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“What, can’t handle looking at a version of yourself that isn’t as amazing as you are?” the Wise Scientist snarked.

”Awwww, you think I’m amazing!” Bronze sarcastically smiled back. ”But no, I was already uncomfortable with all the shit you’ve implied about me, frankly I’d rather not think of even the realm of possibility that I might not be human in the first place. The fact of the matter is that no matter how much I try to explain what’s essentially my younger self, there’s nothing that’s going to sway you from constantly bashing a kid that doesn’t know what the hell is even guiding him to god-knows-what purpose. I’d figure someone trapped in their own spatial-temporal imprisonment would understand his wish for freedom, but I guess that’s not the case.”

The man took a quick breath.

”And I hadn’t planned on staying long anyways, I gotta get back before my husband starts to worry. Today’s not exactly a good day for him…” He slightly frowned.

“Humanity’s overrated, and I completely understand his desire for freedom,” the Monarch of Mad Science replied. “It’s the fact that he’s relying on other people to achieve it that I’m mocking, although if he’s just planning to use and then betray them, then I suppose that’s a different story. Anyway, it sounds like your ‘one true love’ needs you to play the dashing hero and ride to the rescue, so feel free to leave whenever,” she added with a dismissive wave of her bony hand.

He rolled his eyes. ”Right, good luck with her, Alice!” With that, he stepped off, pulling something out of his pocket with one hand and eloquently flipping off the Wise Scientist with the other. He disappeared with a blink.

”................Well.”

“Charming as ever,” the Wise Scientist quipped, her mouth curling into a pleased smirk at having succeeded in getting a rise out of the masked man. “And speaking of charming, that Bookman seems like the perfect fellow to get someone like Fable to agree to any deal The Hand might wanna make,” she added. “Although he’s not quite as knowledgeable as he might think if he truly believes Oros is the only non-monster to visit that particular reality plenum. Then again, our favorite paranormal-obsessed chatterbox isn’t exactly a ‘normal human’, now is she?”

”Neither is Oros, to be fair. In comparison to one of the actual looming threats Olivia’s nothing but a passing thought. She’s due to get outta dodge sooner or later, isn’t she?” The witch asked.

“As it happens, it’ll be sooner, rather than later,” the Wise Scientist confirmed with a nod. “But her prolonged presence there still set things up quite nicely for a little photo op I’m planning,” she added with a maniacal grin as she rhythmically tapped her steepled fingers. “It’s admittedly rather ironic she hasn’t actually run into any monsters yet, considering how they’re practically bursting out the seams of that place, but hopefully that’ll change in the short time remaining before she departs.”

Jen, or rather Alice, hummed. ”Could’ve been Wisdom’s doing, could be the Magistrates’ trying to avoid roping a rogue variable into things, or Xolys is just that good of a monster repeller.” She surmised.

“Or the irony of it all is simply too delicious to pass up,” the Wise Scientist suggested. “Anyway, I’d be more concerned about yourself,” she added, turning her attention back to the main display. “Bookman there seems to be onto your little string pulling. Now, I normally wouldn’t think a group as low-powered as The Hand would be much of a threat to someone on your level, but after seeing how fucked up you looked when you first got here, I’m actually a little concerned.”

”Oh, you think that’s been me?” The witch blinked in surprise.

“Well, it sure as hell isn’t me,” the Wise Scientist shot back. “And you’re the one who’s always obsessing over him.”

”Why do you both think- No, it hasn’t been me either, I’ve not been doing shit, dude.” She shook her head.

“Very interesting…” the Wise Scientist mused. “In that case, it would seem the pitiful thing has attracted another benefactor. And I think I have a pretty good idea who it might be…”

”Something tells me we might have different theories, but do share.”

“Now, now,” the Monarch of Mad Science chided, while wagging a bony finger at the time witch. “You of all people should know the value of leaving a bit of mystery to these things. Welp, looks like Fable’s little meeting is finally finished,” she noted. “Let’s move things a bit further forward and check in on another of Torvald’s favorite customers,” she suggested, the scene on the panoramic display changing to depict a familiar pair of bespectacled young women conversing in a nondescript hallway. “Yesss… This should prove to be quite entertaining indeed…”

Symphony on High

"Womp womp."
- Finnegan Vanhorn

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If he wasn't marked as Depraved yet, he had a feeling he will be inevitably.

Whatever sort of God-Entity that was setting him up had the power to do so after all, just as it did fucking up every other part of his life thus far. It was almost laughable to think anyone in this plenum place would spare enough empathy or common sense to realize something was wrong. No, instead most of everyone he thought would understand either turned their noses up in disgust, disregarded him like some lowly insect, or tried to hide the fact that they thought him a lunatic if it wasn't obvious from the get-go. He was right. God, he was right. All of these people didn't see him as a person. Just an object to use as they needed then discard when he outlived his use. The machine was half tempted not to break his fall. To just put himself out of his misery there and then.

But knowing his luck, God-Entity wouldn't let that happen. At worse he'd survive somehow and be left writhing in pain as punishment.

At best...

”What's better than a devil you don't know?”

— “Penumbra”

Finn's fall abruptly stopped. He found himself landing in the arms of...a monster? Some sort of ghost made of darkness???

"Hah. It really is raining men!" Penumbra chuckled to herself at her joke, tilting her head as she looked down at him. "Though you're a little bit young to be falling to your death. You're... Timekeeper, aren'tcha?"

Oh brother.

"Eugh, if you want to kill me too at least don't pussyfoot about it?" Finn groaned, squirming to get out of her hold soon as they were close enough to the ground.

"Why would I wanna do that? You were a stroke of luck for us!" The assassin slowly returned to her physical self. Though before she could explain further, she noticed the boy still had his earpiece. She tapped her own ear to signal him about it. Finn reached up to pull it out of his ear, then dropped and stomped it into the ground until it was nothing but pieces. He didn't have any more use for it now. Penumbra nodded in approval and continued talking:

"Someone was trying to pull Miss Meteor off Tony back there, but your attack helped him escape and kept her from recovering? You got some skill, kid!" She grinned at him.

Though Finn did perk up when, for once, someone had told him he had done something right, he sighed in response. "You do know I hadn't meant to do that, right?"

Penumbra tilted her head again, folding her arms behind her back. "Well I mean... maybe part of you did."

"I don't follow?"

Maybe it'd be better for the two of them to talk somewhere less likely to be eavesdropped. Penumbra nudged the Timekeeper forward, silently urging him to walk with her.

...

...

"So I maaaay have overheard your little argument back there. You don't see eye to eye with the rest of the little scraps of GEMINI that still call themselves a team, don't you?" She spoke. "And yet they still believe they can gain the upper hand in this turf war of ours, it's almost cute. Doesn't seem fair for them to put so much blame on you for them not being able to co-operate with each other though. Or for matters of circumstance."

...Right. He was only doing as he was ordered. He was just trying to do the right thing. And yet either way he was still blamed either way for the simple act of trying?

"If it's any consolation, you did do a good thing protecting the trains. And about that Dante guy-"

"I ACTED OUT OF SELF DEFENSE-"

Penumbra quickly raised her hands up at the Timekeeper's quick response. "Heyheyhey- Not saying you hadn't! Jesus, no wonder you're so tense. No one's really cared to listen to your side of things, am I right?"

Finn's silence said enough. Penumbra nodded. "Sounds to me like the community that once glorified you was ready and willing to throw you under the bus. I don't blame you for going against them." She shrugged.

"...How much do you all know about me?" The boy couldn't help but ask.

"Enough. You have been a person of interest for some of us since before Von Carnage was slain." She explained to him. "Me, well, I'm just catching up on things." She glanced back down at him with a smile. "But let's skip to the chase. If it's alright with you, I can put in a good word with you with the higher ups and arrange for you to meet."

Ah. Finn did have a feeling this was where she was going. He quietly thought for a moment. This was the path he was supposed to take, wasn't it? He already got on Maverick's bad side for siding with GEMINI; even before he join for real, GEMINI ended up treating him like shit, and him attacking Regina wasn't gonna bode well with the Freelancers no matter how they decided to twist his actions.

The Hand was the last option he had beyond pure depravity.

... They all really wanna make a monster out of me? Fine. Let's make this more interesting.

Symphony on High

"Honestly can't I just go after- ...Okay, the peanut gallery has informed that they don't want me to get hurt. Right."
- Finnegan Vanhorn

Corruption:75%

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Atropos | Greatsword | Arcane | Stopped-Clock Illusion
Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
Chronometry | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2), Major Heal (18), Stabilize (0), Purify (6)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: C | 1000

[Gold Beam][Damage X][Paralysis][Restrain] = - 448 MP

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 132

The Timekeeper didn't know what was worse, the fact that Ashley seemed to agree that Crazy Train was still the problem, or that she believed she could down something as swole as Big Fuckin' Tony. "I still think that is a bad idea! _{Not like anyone's gonna listen to me....}" He grumbled under his breath. On one hand, orders were orders, and he swore he would play nice despite how he felt. But on the other, it didn't really feel right just...leaving the Bates at the mercy of the Hand like this. The fact that they were easily knocked out by those two was testament alone to their strength. The Knight of Tomorrow was wasting time and mana on a pointless gambit.

After a moment of deliberation, Finn sighed. After Ashley had fired her beam at Tony, he followed up with one of his own. Even if it didn't do much, maybe it could give someone else a chance. He just hoped she won't give him a damn earful for not letting her play the lone hero act.

Symphony on High

"More questions than answers."
- Finnegan Vanhorn

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Atropos | Greatsword | Arcane | Stopped-Clock Illusion
Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
Chronometry | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2), Major Heal (18), Stabilize (0), Purify (6)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: C | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 580

"Well that was a waste!" Finn called out to Ashley soon as he understood his speed boost did jackshit. Or even if it did work, who's to say the effects were significant enough to notice anything. What a waste of mana. But that wasn't as important as the results of them sparing Peace Train as it crossed paths next to its counterpart. Its apparently wounded counterpart. The Timekeeper's brows rose. "So the reason the trains met here was cause one of them was wounded..." He hypothesized. "But by what? And I mean- I know Elroy said Crazy Train's the 'devil' of the two, but is it possible the two of them are...how do I put this...related? Somehow?" The machine looked back at everyone else as he spoke. Then his eyes flickered to Elroy. "Holy Man got anything that proves Crazy Train's the destructive one?" Even if Ashley was trying to ascertain that herself, it couldn't hurt to ask.

Of course the other fight ongoing on the aforementioned Behemoth was another concern. Though as much as he tried to see who was all on the other side, he couldn't make out any clear details beyond knowing Elroy's sister was among them, and a familiar blue haired girl farthest from the conflict. Finn just gave her a light wave as hello.

"So...what now?"

Symphony on High

”Call me Ishmael.”

— “Penumbra”

@TaintedMushroom@Kero

Something that Asher failed to realize was that ignoring the problem wasn’t going to make it go away. As such, when the berzerker esper aimed a beam to intercept Penumbra and assist however that may be Raphael, Monstro loomed towards him undeterred. It tilted its head to the side and bit down on Dead Head, teeth sinking into the the front of his chest and the back of his shoulder blades, and holding him hostage in its jaws. If only a brief moment. His lucky shot had paid off. He was freed, and closer to the two initial targets, but goddamn can he not go a moment without getting bit by something? If he spared a moment of clarity amidst his anger he’d see there were two options presented to him now. Either he could tear that ugly-ass whale a new one and give himself some temporary breathing room, or he could continue his warpath to see the ringleader beheaded. Was there a way to do both? He wouldn’t have long to decide. The monster was circling around their battlefield overhead, priming itself for another try.

”....Mm.”

Ramona on her end could only press her lips into a thin line as she observed everything. He didn’t even react, to anything from her in fact. Why was he even so…angry to begin with? Was he always like this during jobs? People like him were so boring to deal with. The demon sighed. ”How long do we have to keep this up again?”

Doberman however hadn’t been as fortunate. Maybe she could just excuse it as her not being as well of a melee fighter as she was a marksman, or perhaps despite the Walking Church being terrified, she was more of a competent fighter than the sniper had initially assessed. Noah took advantage of an opening to slam a potent melody down on her.

”SHIT-!” The sniper tried to dodge out of the way as quick as possible, but with how close they were to each other, and how far Noah’s spear could really reach, she was bound to hit something. The weapon cut across Doberman’s back, causing her to hiss in pain and recoil further away from the nun out of instinct.

”Having a bit of trouble back there!?” They could hear Penumbra call out to Doberman, who growled in response.

”You’re more of a little pain in the ass than I thought. Hey, Ramona, a little help here?!”

Ramona tilted her head in confusion. From where Doberman was standing there wasn’t enough shadows to really do anything. But the girl did seem more fun than skull-for-brains. ”’Kay.”

Monstro’s shadow now loomed ominously over Noah.

The preacher and the scantily clad assassin exchanged more blows, though neither of them seemed to have an edge. Or at least, the assassin’s edge wouldn’t kick in until later. Even espers grew weaker when wounded. Raphael was strong for the moment, but that would wain the longer the fight dragged on. Not a single one of his destructive blows could fell his nameless opponent. Though no annoyance showed on his face. His eyes flicked upward. It was hard to make out with the storm raging, but the trains were already overhead. The calm on his face broke when he grit his teeth.

”We need an opening!” Raphael couldn’t be too specific with any orders. Even if he found it easy to talk while fighting, his opponents would surely react to his words, and he had not trained with the espers present long enough for them to understand covert instructions. ”If we can even down one of them, that’s all we’ll need to push through and join the others!”

Symphony on High

"Predictable."
- Finnegan Vanhorn

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Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
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[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2), Major Heal (18), Stabilize (0), Purify (6)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: C | 1000

[Gold Touch][Speedster] = - 32 MP

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 580

They're actually hearing each other out. The Timekeeper internally breathed a sigh of relief. Good, so there's still some semblance of reason amongst them. Amidst Elroy's, he gradually ceased attacking the spirits that still lingered on his side of the train, opting to simply keep moving out of their way. Then Elroy seemed to respond to his quick thinking. "Holy man's your employer I take it?" Finn would've asked just how much information the Holy Man had on this behemoth himself, if not for his own perusal, but considering how effective the pendants (backups? Holy Man possibly an esper too.) had been as mentioned, then their adversaries had more weight to their reasoning than Gemini. He couldn't help furrowing his brows in confusion at their answer for why the ghosts moved to surround Cerise of all people. Wasn't she aiming for one of the nuns?

Wait. Yeah, it'd probably make sense if the pendants protect them by tricking the ghosts into believing they're one of them. Or allies of a sort at least.

And then, like clockwork, Mika stepped up to question Orion's decision to trust the Immortal Volcano. Well. More like to trust the nuns that murdered Angel, the three were akin to cats and dogs waiting for the first move from the other. Maybe it was cause the late agent was nothing more than a stranger, but he couldn't exactly sympathize with Cerberus' vengeful warpath for her. Her mother's death, that was reasonable, she could be grieving her for days on end and the effect Su's death had would still leave a scar long after. But...

"Since when have monsters ever been able to do good?"

Mika's question didn't exactly bode well with the machine, and the blood he could still feel on his hands. He tried not to let it show. She was going to end up going down as dark a path as he was. If not worse... Finn wouldn't have time to retort though, Ashley gave him the order to give Peace Train a speed boost while she reasoned with her. He shot a sharp grin back to show he heard and glanced back at the ghosts.

"Gentlemen."

With his free hand, he focused a melody hopefully strong enough and quickly dropped down to press his palm onto the roof of Peace Train. "AAAAAAAAALL ABOAAAAAAAARD!"

Symphony on High

"Can you not wax philosophies right now??"
- Finnegan Vanhorn

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Atropos | Greatsword | Arcane | Stopped-Clock Illusion
Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
Chronometry | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2), Major Heal (18), Stabilize (0), Purify (6)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: C | 1000

[Silver Projectile][Restrain][Damage X][AoE] = - 252 MP

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 612

Once again the Timekeeper had found himself engaged in combat away from everyone else. A most ironic danse macabre. But for once, he saw no issue with it. He did force the ghosts to split in half after all. For what good it may do, it'd at least give everyone else less to manage. In the corner of his eye he could briefly see the other half surging to attack Cerise, specifically. If these things were drawn to light, would lightning result in the same effects? What could he do here? The machine wouldn't have much time to think.

The train was coming up onto the city itself now, where destruction and ceaseless carnage were expected, everyone was met with...

Nothing. Peace Train was just vibing along through the streets. "Huh!" There was actually nothing to worry about after all.

...

Oh wait. Elroy was still an issue.

Finn could overhear the Immortal Volcano's high-and-mighty grandstanding, questioning why GEMINI would go after an apparently peaceful (Hah.) behemoth instead of the actual threat. Asides from the crap weather these things are causing? He sarcastically thought to himself. Of course he didn't know. He was just doing his job, following the strings of fate that wrap around him like a hanged man's noose. But Elroy can't really think he knew more than the rest of them, right? Then Finn heard Ashley's response.

Good fucking god, were they all acting on whims here?! Taking a brief window of opportunity, Finn snapped a bolt of lightning to hold the ghosts back while he thinks.

"What are any of us doing at this point? So, Peace Train is, shockingly enough, peaceful. That should be great! But if Ashley's right, there's the chance this thing'll go berserk and that'd be the fault of the Freelancers' head honchos for enabling it. On the other hand if Elroy's right then we're fighting a pointless battle in which either information has been purposefully omitted or this is clear negligence from the higher ups. But fuck if I know, we don't even know why it's even..." Finn's eyes widened as he thought outloud, keeping himself clear from the edges of the train. His eyes remained on the ghosts in case his melody worn out and they continued attacking him.

"The freelancers are trying to save Peace Train and yet kill Crazy Train, but the two of them are bound to run into each other soon enough, right? Are we trying to impede that? Is it a bad idea to kill one train but let the other live? If that's the case, either both will need to die to ascertain minimal causalities," The Timekeeper readied himself to strike at the ghosts again, more out of self-defense, and so he can stall for time. "Or we need to let whatever comes happen. No one's gonna agree on anything, so I'm just gonna test some theories while they argue. Hope that's alright with you, gents?"

It was probably bad that he was rambling to a bunch of ghosts that were trying to kill him, but his standards were low enough.

Symphony on High

”Wow, two rounds in and already you both went through half your shit?”

— “Penumbra”

@TaintedMushroom@Kero

The fight had barely begun and already the freelancers seemed to be growing desperate. Dead Head was pouring his bountiful anger and mana into a berserker’s rampage, whilst the Walking Church, though more level headed, couldn’t help the fear threatening to overwhelm her. If they weren’t careful, they’d run out of energy before the trains even arrived.

Asher fired Hatred into the eldritch void beast, again, and again, and again, and again. Though his shield melody was able to keep him safe to an extent, there was still the glaring issue of getting himself out from the abyssal maw of the damn thing. Though relatively thoughtless aside from the primal urge to hunt, the beast remained stubborn. His shielding melody could only last for so long. Seemed the best of them were trying to be patient. Something Dead Head couldn’t afford.

A surge of Dragon’s Breath ignited the monster into a glorious blaze of fire, giving Asher the window of opportunity to free himself. It let out a distorted howl as it seized and began to melt, the shape desperately trying to tear itself apart and reach out and escape and kill, melting and bubbling into nothing comprehensible. Not anymore.

And then it sunk into the ground, like a puddle of oil. Was it dead? Maybe he could double tap it to be sure it was dead. But what would that matter, it barely did anything to it normally.

What were they fighting?

Meanwhile, Raphael had little issue pushing through the sniper fire. He used his massive cross-shaped club as a shield and charged towards the dark esper. He belted out a war cry as he closed the distance. The club struck her black katana, and their weapons flew apart in a flurry of sparks. It was always risky to engage an unknown foe, but he believed the sniper would not hit him when he was so close to their frontman. And because of this, he pushed forward again, this time swinging with all of his might. Yet the golden-haired woman seemed to dissipate into wisps of darkness before his weapon could hit. Had she blinked away? Turned intangible?

Well, not exactly. She was the wisps of darkness. She quickly floated around Raphael, aiming to slash at his back while he was still distracted.

Out of reflex, the giant threw himself into a forward roll as the blade bit into his back. He came up with his club drawn across his back, which was now pointed towards the sniper. He winced as the heavy cross pressed into his wound. ”Interesting trick, but it won’t work more than once.”

”Doesn’t need to,” She responded, eyes narrowing at the priest. ”We’re all just doing our jobs in the end, what’s a few losses for the greater outcome?” The shadow wisp lunged again at Raphael before the duration of her melody ended.

Noah remained on the defensive, applying a new shield as the sniper continued to pursue her, throwing yet another dispelling melody in the darkness she hid in. The remaining amalgamation suffered the same fate, melting in a horrific fashion into puddles to be washed away. There was nowhere to hide now, and the sniper knew it.

”Ssssssssshit….” She hissed under her breath, backing away, eyes darting around in a panic. ”Spamming shields is a cheap play, ya know!” Was probably a bad idea to provoke the nun, but Noah still seemed less of a threat than those other two and she’s rushing in to wack her with a cross oh fuck

The sniper quickly raised her gun over her head to knock Noah’s spear away as hard as she could, following up with a roundhouse kick aimed at the nun’s head.

With all the chaos that was going on, the trio had yet to notice another girl boredly stalking everyone by the dumpsters. Ramona originally had hoped to keep her summons up for longer, but the two espers flanking the priest seemed to think they were a more immediate threat than Penumbra or Doberman. Her power had gone to waste. What could be more annoying than that? Ramona couldn’t help but groan. The angry one was gonna notice her soon enough, if he hadn’t gone to help the frightened one or Raphael of course.

Hm…

Maybe she could still make it interesting. Ramona quietly reached a hand out towards the liquified shadows, drawing them back to her, reconstructing them into a large whale. It was about the size of an orca, something that could gobble the common man up in a snap with its razor sharp teeth.

”...Eh, you already know your orders." She waved it off, the tentacles from her back picking up one of the dumpsters to throw at Asher. She didn’t expect it to hit him,

Moreso she wanted to get the knucklehead to notice Monstro swimming up to take a bite out of him.