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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Chronicles of Sarastrea

Duatos

My

My

My

My

My domain?

Duatos twitched, interested. He sensed strength and potential compacted tightly within her- as if thin strings barely held onto a boulder that could cause a rocky avalanche. If he fought her, then he would lose, but she could not do anything if he turned away. Not at this moment- nobody can touch him as long as they knew nothing of him or his weaknesses. And she knew him, though he highly doubted anyone of this day and age would remember his past further from the few moments he had before he was sealed.

Sealed by a name unknown to him, yet he knew. A name he could not speak.

The voices of spoke in disorder, trying to talk over each other before they fell silent. And soon, Duatos spoke, his body almost lifeless as he did so, stating that the woman had no need to know what he was up to, or what he intended on doing.

The less people knew of him, the better. Especially so for demons.

Raising one of his arms, he breathed, the air around him decaying for a split moment before returning normal. His arm pulsed rapidly. He was near his limit, and he had gathered enough for the moment.

That didn't mean he didn't need to stop, though.

Steadily fading into ashes once more, Duatos turned away from Eris. He spoke once more, stating that he had no business with one who did not already know what he was here for. And it was impossible for anyone to really know what the big picture in his mind was exactly- the answer was only in his head for now.

But seeing there were other entities with power out in the open, he considered prioritizing gaining strength to perhaps eliminate some threats. That would take a long while... but certainly not too long.

As he faded into ashes completely, Duatos spoke, warning Eris to not cross his business if he did not to hers.

The ashes soon moved once more, turning one of the many corners in the city. It seemed clear that he knew his way, as he headed away from the barrier's directions. The further he went, the stronger the monsters that spawned in his path became. They were nowhere near as strong enough to reflect his old self's strength, but it would be enough to discourage anyone from chasing after a floating pile of ashes.

He would leave soon- very soon. But not just yet. He could get just a little more.

...Though, he sensed a very small presence approaching him, and it was much smaller than the demon that had threatened him.

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Ryuu

"Ugh..."

Crashing straight into the ground would've been absolutely terrible, but thankfully, his jacket caught on a lamp post before he fell, which was... still freaking terrible. He just got kicked sky high by some random dude he didn't even get to see the face of, even if it did help him a bit. He did kinda land right in front of a barrier...

Smashing the ground with a fist, Ryuu grit his teeth. One could easily picture the fire seeping out of his eyes as he growled menacingly, "If I find the guy that kicked me that far I'm gonna punch him in the Infinity Sto-"

Before he continued, his eyes met a familiar person approaching him.

"...Huh?" He muttered as he brushed off some dust that covered his cheek. His eyes widened as he asked, "Andromeda?! Are you okay?- you look like crap!"

Not the best thing to say in the middle of a crazy situation, but she really did look terrible. She probably still looked better than him, though.

"Anyway, I'm alright! Let's get the hell outta here, the barriers should be safer than this."

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Mark

A blond figure flew across the air, having launched himself into the air with his whip. As he put it away, he focused on holding onto a child he managed to snatch.

The kid had been flung into a building. While Mark escaped with Vermilla, he saw the rather peculiar event with his peripheral vision, witnessing a young boy being picked up by gust of wind- and crashing straight through a window. The boy was injured, but that was certainly less severe than turning into some ash-covered monster.

Landing right in front of a PSI barrier, Mark ran straight in and put the boy down. He huffed as he waved the kid off, wiping sweat from his forehead.

He wondered if he should go out again. The lightning waves were getting harder and harder to avoid, so whoever seemed to be responsible for the attack was either gonna leave soon or intensify the attack- but the military in Kora wasn't really incompetent in terms of weaponry and setting defenses, so he figured the former was going to happen.

He did remember seeing the lightning waves avoiding certain parts of the streets that had already been wiped out, though. Perhaps the attacker was getting tired?

Mark decided to leave the barrier again. Leaping out, he made his way towards one of the streets, launching himself high up yet again as he squinted.

Well... he heard some kinda music playing and a rather colorful fire contrasting with the demonic red lighting the streets. He decided to head to the fire's direction, considering it could be something dangerous.

Not that music wasn't dangerous at blaring loud volumes, but still.

Landing near what appeared to be a white-haired woman, Mark straightened himself up casually as he said,

"Hello there!"

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Vermilla

Vermilla stayed near a group of people who had recently been evacuated, focusing on calming some of those who were panicking.

It wasn't a pretty sight, considering some of the people had lost their families in the sudden attack. Everything was just so... sudden.

In a flash, everything went to a literal hell.

People screamed.

And they mourned.

She didn't see it coming at all, really. The scared voices of the citizens echoed in her head, even as they continued to arise despite the military's presence.

It was strange. Chaos could be gradual, but also instant. And instant chaos was perhaps a rather terrifying concept to her. All order breaking due to a single attack threatening the lives of many in one city... She had seen similar things, but never at this large of a scale.

What made her nervous was what would come after this chaos. For now, she continued keeping close to the evacuated citizens.

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The Phantom

Apperance

Name: The Phantom

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.

Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level

Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one’s body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.

Lustmolch – HIDDEN

Dimwit – HIDDEN

Specialty: HIDDEN

Personality: As his partner describes him, “Whatever he’s smoking, it most likely only exists in his head.” The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He’s the type of guy who’d put mustard in fried rice and call it “tribal food,” though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being “purely good or evil,” and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It’s hard to think if he’s ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there’s one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he’s going to bust his butt off to get it.

His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.

Color: Very Pale Lime

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Content Type: Written Work

PDA

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“I hate the military.”

Turning to the Phantom, Thebes raised an eyebrow, staring at the carapace-covered man through his helmet.

“I'm just tired of it, I dunno. I feel like we don't need them when it comes to the whole fighting part.”

“We’re detectives, though.”

Raising an eyebrow, the Phantom stared at Thebes. Neither of them had moved an inch from their seats for about a whole hour. The small office was kept somewhat cool with the old ceiling air conditioner and partially dusty fan. It was much better than going outside to get a fistful of humidity against their faces, but they knew that they had nothing to do at the moment.

So rather than mull about it, they tried to appreciate it. Most of time, they simply started realizing the logical holes within why they were working together in the first place.

Putting his feet off his desk, the Phantom finally got up from his seat as he stretched. “No offense, iron man,” the Phantom spoke, eying the battered armor Thebes wore, “but I’d call our jobs hitmen mistaken for detectives, y’know? Seriously, I feel like we end up racking up a kill count without even trying.”

That was rather true. Thebes remembered their previous investigation at Mistral on a large drug cartel, only to get involved in one hell of a firefight. Salvaged mechs, firearms, and combat equipment from sabotaged Atlesian material- it wasn’t the usual activity criminals would get involved in, and especially at a mass scale.

“Seriously, we gotta thank Atlas for having some shitty tech. What kind of mech doesn’t have a system where it ejects the pilot right before it’s about to blow up?”

“…None at all?”

“Exactly, Atlas is stupid for using mechs.”

Thebes pointed out, “Ah, but we got a mech too.”

The Phantom turned to Thebes as if he was insane. “Mech?” He chuckled before laughing out loud. “Thebes, that shit ain’t ours. I handed it over to the gov’ several days ago.”

“Well, what was it?”

“A sex bot!”

Lowering his newspaper, Thebes muttered, “I don’t think a sex bot is armed with a rotary cannon.”

“Yeah, it’s not like that ‘cannon’ is on its crotch. Spinning metal dicks, baby!” The Phantom roared, almost tripping over an erotica magazine on the floor. “Harder than any man could be! Can please a woman at the speed of light- boom, just like that.”

Snapping his fingers, the Phantom wiggled his eyebrows as he turned to Thebes, who simply raised his newspaper back up. “But hey, women aren’t the only ones who have-“

“I don’t want to hear about your fetishes, Phantom.”

“Hey, I hired you, you might as well hear me out.”

Rolling his eyes, Thebes muttered, “I didn’t get hired to watch you get horny over this gross shit.”

Shrugging, the Phantom headed back to his desk, pulling out a cart carrying a whiteboard. “Anyway, Thebes,” the Phantom said with a grin, his carapace shells pushing against each other. “Did you know that we’ve invested in everything but this dump of an office?”

The Phantom’s statement made Thebes blink thoughtfully. “Now that you mention it, you’re actually right about that,” he mumbled, lowering the newspaper once more.

Drawing a very sloppy bar graph, the Phantom smacked the board with a red marker as he blurted out, “As you can see, we spent most of our funds on GUNSSSSS! Aaaaaand the rest of it’s on keeping this office ours.”

“Huh.”

“Exactly. But we haven’t actually renovated this trash. Even Jesus would tell us ‘In the name of our father in heaven, fuck off and buy’ if he saw this shit, so I say the next time we grab cash, we spend it all on our office! Imagine if we got some Atlas shit. Like massage chairs. That might actually make me shut up for a bit.”

“That’s a tasteful thought. Though, I thought you just said Atlas was terrible?”

“Well, fuck if I know, it doesn’t have to be Atlas- as long as it makes this crap prettier.”

At that moment, the clock hung on the wall tore off a chunk of the wall. The Phantom and Thebes stared at the newly formed crack with wide eyes.

S-Shit, we just bought it, too, they thought, referring to the clock and somehow forgetting about the office itself.

As Thebes got up to pick up the clock, the office’s phone rang. Sighing, the Phantom picked up the phone. “Yes, this is the PDA, and we’re not accepting check. How may we help you?”

Remaining still, the Phantom glanced to the side as he listened. His focus on the call grew steadily as he waited for the person on the other side of the phone to finish.

His idle expression steadily grew into a wide smile as the shells on his face almost scraped against each other.

“Hoh?” He said, glancing at Thebes, who seemed curious about the Phantom’s delighted tone. “Well, if it’s related to Ozpin of all people, surely we can’t ignore your offer.

“You see, we’ve dealt with some crazy troublemakers before. And I can assure you that a few hidden troublemakers shouldn’t be too much of a problem. That is, if we’re sure we have a deal.”

…

“…Without check.”

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Table of Contents

Written Works

Phantom Detective Agency
Purpose (Apophis)
Phantom Detective Agency 2
hunting life vignette
Dance With The Devil

Contest Entry Compilations

-Nothing but chickens!-

Art

-Nothing but chickens!-

Other

-Nothing but chickens!-

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A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Bang blinked, making sure that he was seeing things right.

There were various things he remembered experiencing on the night of the incident. First, his phone blew up as soon as he made a phone call to Antiskill. There was also the nerve-wracking encounter with the corpse itself. But the picture reminded him of the girl he had found snapping pictures at the body.

Seeing how the girl in front of him seemed rather curious, however, he put his attention away from the memory. As he thought over how to respond, one of the things she said did catch his attention. There was no way his phone would just blow up for no reason- it had to be someone who did it directly, and he knew that much, despite his lack of self-awareness.

That meant he could probably meet that person- no, that person can meet him again one day. Because there was little guarantee that the person who blew up his phone would just walk up and apologize to him for causing a point-blank explosion with a friendly country dialect.

He kept his calm, however. Panicking may have been invented for these moments, but someone as unarmed as himself needed to have something to rely on.

He wondered if telling her the truth wouldn't hurt or not.

"I think I was hurt by someone responsible for that," Bang admitted bluntly before adding in shortly, "I don't know anything else."

Eyeing the girl somewhat skeptically, Bang asked, "Who are you exactly?"

He had managed to recognize her voice as the person who saved him, but... he had no idea who this really girl was. Not that he imagined he'd be seeing her any longer after she got whatever information she wanted from him, but he still at least wanted to know who saved him. Maybe she was actually related to the person who blew up his phone and pretended to be his savior, only to decide on testing him to see if he'd freely leak out information about the incident before attacking him and sending him into another world-

No.

No.

<sub>No.

@DarkwolfX37</sub>

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