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A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Jun (Wavelength)

Appearance

Name: Jun Takachiho

Nickname/Alias: Junebug

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance Description: Standing at 5’5” with dark hair reaching down to the middle of his nape, his appearance doesn’t scream “strong, unique and confident.” He can often be seen wearing a light grey shirt and blue jeans, though he often wears a hazy grey jacket in colder weathers. His appearance can often be affected by events and people around him, however.

Biography: Seven years ago, Jun held a solid object in a room, standing still. Its glimmer showed the reflection of him- a conflicted child- and the child’s bed. There were four outliers in the memory that he still could not make conclusions of- another child of his age standing at the door, an oddity he could only call a “translucent stain,” a figure that lay in front of him, and a figure nearby the window. The child knew nothing to make of from these things.

But a long gap remained in his memory, starting again only at the memory of two adults smiling hopefully for him in front of a house.

Since then, life moved on, time following along hastily. With loving parents who took him in, encouraging him to discover what he wants to be in the future, he learned of the same normal life many others had lived. He had a sister, a mother, a father- all the while attending a small, but fulfilling school. Life was normal, and it seemed like it would remain so if he let it be.

As of recent events, however, he happened to find a small piece of paper that seemed to be related to him. It seemed rather harmless, so he told nobody else about it. After all, it was almost as if his memory never happened, so he figured he shouldn't bother anyone about it. He aims to piece together his life in hopes of moving on with everyone else.

Personality: Soft-spoken and quite literally possessing a soft voice, Jun seems anything but confident- yet, he is. Though his voice is soft, his actions and expressions often speak volumes for him on their own. Whether he snaps his fingers in approval or visibly looks like he’s trying to look like he’s not associated with anybody who’s embarrassing him, his expressiveness makes him more talkative than he seems. Sometimes, his Esper Power is used to simply to change the emphasis of his actions' sounds. He often amuses or teases his family in various wordless ways.

Despite his expressiveness, one of the critical weaknesses in his personality is that he is rather inconsistent with getting whatever point he wants to make across. He also makes it rather hard to tell whether he’s lying or telling the truth in a matter.

Jun seems to have a larger-than-life appreciation for takoyaki. If Jun were presented a free meal at either a five-star restaurant or a takoyaki stand, then Jun would pick the takoyaki stand without any hesitation. He has a history of being ripped off occasionally this way, as his simple nature can be taken advantage of when his guard is down.

Esper Power: Level 2 (Wavelength) – Jun can manipulate sound vibrations near him, as well as traveling wavelengths to certain degrees. For instance, he can silence his own footsteps while speeding himself up or climb walls with more ease. The most he can do in a combat situation is push people or create a thin, invisible barrier nearby him, or use defensive arts in conjunction with his power.

While the power itself has high potential of being much stronger and almost lethal, it is held back by Jun’s own lack of interest to extensively hone it.

Skills: One of Jun’s most distinctive features is his ability to cook exceptionally well, though it is occasionally hampered when he gets experimental with his food. He also happens to have some talent in rock climbing, Judo, and running. Jun is rather good at memorizing things, though the complete opposite seems to happen in very high temperatures.

Ambition: Jun has several ambitions that can be considered normal, such as opening a food stand one day or wrapping up loose ends with his memory. He can often be seen wandering around in Academy City in his free time unless his family wants to spend time together with him.

Extra: Jun doesn’t sleep that much.

Let me know if anything needs fixing with this one.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG] (New)

I'm down for joining this (again)

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Contest 40: Halloween 2018

It's that time of the night. Tales that send shivers down your very bones- or make you howl in laughter- are shared, and the season of eager, young tricksters going out to gather the goods known as "candy" are everywhere.

That's right- it's Halloween!

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Host: NarayanK
Type: Free Writing / Creative Contest
Deadline: October 30, 2018 11:59 PM Central Time
Prize: 1 Credit for Participation, Varying Additional Rewards

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It's a contest with a Halloween twist. The following rewards can be earned from this contest:

• Favorite Halloween Entry: The most intriguing snack among the entries! That isn't to say any of the entries are bad- it's just that this snack has that particular shine on its wrapping. (2 Credits)
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• Visual Trickster Entry: An art submission. Some snacks look pretty good, y'know. (1 Credit)

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Remember, your first submission will be the only submission counted towards Credit Review, regardless of whether it is Art or Writing.

Art Submissions cannot win the Favorite/Honorary Snack Awards, as they're guaranteed an extra Credit anyway.

Keep the above in mind depending on what side of the contest you're shooting for. And obviously, your entry must also be related to a Halloween theme in some way.

My suggestion for your submission is to make your story capable of letting all readers follow along. It often helps not only the reviewing process work a bit more to your favor, but also let others understand it better. It's weird to get a treat you can't understand, after all.

I look forward to your submissions!

Chronicles of Sarastrea

He was alone again.

It was a familiar feeling. One neither pleasant nor terrible, neither white or black.

He had yet to rid himself of liberation. From the shackles of old that did everything in their power to stop him. That, indeed, felt terrible. Nothing he would die to, but it would've been nauseating to him if his mind had been fragile.

Blue surrounded him as he let his body breeze past the air, through a vast world within existence. He existed- that alone opened up an infinite possibilities, but there was only one he sought for.

Total consumption.

But...

He needed to prepare. After all, now that he was out of a world of nothing, his presence wouldn't go unnoticed unless he prepared a place where nothing can sense him.

And so, he went ahead to start doing just that, out in the middle of the oceans- unseen, and unknown due to him using every ounce of his power to remain covert.

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Vermilla

The longest ten minutes passed in Kora.

Everyone remained within the barriers generated by the military, and no man and woman was not distressed by the disastrous aftermath of the unknown attack. An alarming amount of people were nowhere to be seen, though had the military not shown up quickly, that would've been ended up being almost everyone. That didn't change the fact that almost every building had been damaged in some form, some seared from the heat of the electricity. Less sturdier buildings had simply fallen apart.

The ARK Soldiers seemed to be more composed about the situation than everyone else, even if the military itself was acting as the calming voice for the citizens.

To be able to be composed during a time like this...

I'll never understand them, Vermilla thought to herself. She didn't hate them- it's just that she couldn't understand just how they thought about most situations. After all, they always did the right actions, but rarely did they favor showing emotion over being efficient. That often made it frustrating to try understanding them, even during her days in the Intelligence Agency.

But perhaps that was one of the many things that made them unique from the rest of the military.

Even so, she wasn't sure if they would be capable to take down the cause of all this.

All around her, there were hundreds- no, thousands of people gathered within the barriers. The barriers were all closely placed together, forming a giant ring surrounding the center of Riesling. As such, it was natural for the shrunken size of the "safe" areas of the city to cause larger crowds. People brushed past her occasionally, the sheer volume of people often getting in her way as she walked around.

She needed to find the Colonel. Even if he didn't know what was going on, at the very least, he could know of a potential lead, right...?

...

She felt very unsure about that, despite her hating the idea of doubting good things about people.

"DAMMIT!" A brash voice yelled from a distance. Vermilla turned, only to find one of the few spots that was a little more vacant. Not too far from her was a scary-looking man, ruffling his short hair with his gloved hands as he muttered something inaudibly. He stood next to a woman, though Vermilla noted that the two were both wearing things that shielded their eyes.

Though, that voice was rather familiar... If she recalled correctly, she heard it just when rain began to fall. He seemed much more frustrated than when the rain had fallen.

...Which was understandable, considering that everyone's day was ruined, essentially.

Vermilla headed to their way, albeit slowly. She didn't want to start running and bash her head against someone.

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Ryuu

"This sucks on ICE."

Ryuu's day was more than ruined.

The expo was literally dead. Some fucking demon sped through the damn city as if it were trying to collect people like golden rings, and the whole damn city was blown apart. And he SWORE that his flight ticket had been turned into ashes down in that stupid, stupid city. Was it the city's fault that some kind of alien invasion destroyed and frightened the living daylight out of people? Hell yeah!

Did he honestly expect any city be able to retaliate to an attack that fast? Well, hell no, but his case was still valid!

He wanted to blame something he knew about, but it had been a while since he witnessed something truly unfamiliar and out of the damn world. The days at Athalia were much simpler than this.

There weren't many things Ryuu considered to be truly annoying, but one of them had to be the feeling of being helpless. He fought, but he still felt like he was entirely at the mercy of whatever caused the attack.

And it... sucked, really.

He sighed heavily.

Glancing at Andromeda, he stared at her for a brief moment before looking away. She seemed to be in a better condition than himself. Earlier, one of the field medics went up to him and asked if he needed treatment. He would've accepted, but...

His pride!!!! Arghhh, his prideeeeeee. It felt especially worse to look weak in front of one of his older classmates- and friends. He decided to just slap a bandaid on his cheek because "lul videogaemz" but that was turning out to be one of the most useless ideas he had come up with in a while- even more useless than the entirety of his efforts at the Expo.

Amazing.

"What the hell is even going on..."

He fell silent for a split moment. Alas, he barely shut up for only two seconds before he blurted out to Andromeda,

"Andro! Have you seen Carmen? Or, is there like, anybody else you met?"

Carmen. DAMN. Of all people he wanted to meet right now, she somehow ended up being at the one of the top people in the list, the other top people being all the visual novel characters who can comfort him right at this very moment. He absolutely detested thinking about it, but he knew that she was more rational than him. Knowing all this supernatural baloney and the results that ended up coming from it, at least making sure the people he knew of were safe was a high priority to him rather than thinking about what to do next. Though, he knew that Andromeda had a more likely chance of knowing some of the people who showed up at the Expo.

He refused to admit that he just wanted to make sure the people he knew of were okay, even if it was a very selfish thought in the aftermath of a disaster.

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Mark

With nothing around to hurt him for now, Mark walked down the streets.

He put all his stuff away, though for some reason, they were nowhere to be seen on his person. The whip he used, the machete he swung- they were all not present. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets, walking.

As he walked, he eventually saw the white-haired person he had come across earlier. He had waved at her or something, though he forgot because he went past her way too quickly earlier.

So he waved again, this time speaking out his mind as honestly as possible. From the depths of his mind, he took out the most truthful of words to this stranger, who he knew very little of, and whom probably knew little about him. But his earnest words should surely ring out to her!

"'ello," he said with a small smile. "I'm lost. Do you know where everyone is right now?"

His words ended up being anything but earnest, though he did seem sincere with talking with the woman. After all, being insincere when he just briefly saw her get hot-tempered could result in... interestingly negative things. Though there was a ring surrounding the city at this point, he wanted to go to the more vacant side of the ring.

_{@Driving Park@Animelover_princess@Nevix}

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Post / Part 2 of 2

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

(Mini Collab Post)

The skies were bluer than his appearance. Though, the forests were nowhere close to looking like the skies. To a handful of people, the colors blue and green would often be correlated with position. Blue would be above, and green would be enveloped under it.

There was no land where the skies were underneath the forests.

Jan eyed the dark-haired woman somewhat through the many strands of his hair. He then glanced at red-haired Faunus, then at the woman with a metal arm.

Half of the team didn't seem to be wary of him. The other half, including the team's leader, seemed rather wary of him.

It wasn't... an unfamiliar feeling. Both feelings, rather.

Almost jumping when Ben called to him, Jan heard him word for word before nodding somewhat clumsily. His hair shadowed his eyes, though it did nothing to hide his stiff expression.

"Yes," he spoke, his voice rather light and boyish.

"Easy," Ben began again, flashing Jan an easy smile. He started walking, briskly but not at a hurry and only paused his comments just long enough to make sure everyone was keeping in formation. Satisfied they were, and that he had his thoughts in order, he picked the train of thought back up. "Nothing bad. I'm glad to have you with us. Last time we went on a mission we had Jumpercable watching our backs, and it's a little strange going without 'em."

"But I do need to establish some ground rules." His voice didn't change much, but there was an undercurrent of solidity. He wasn't just making conversation, he wasn't reprimanding or making a threat either. There was no posturing behind it. Just the assurance that his words would be heard, and complied with. "I've got the lead on this mission. You're our backup, and our observer. And I'm thankful for the extra set of hands. But we're trusting you with our lives, and you're trusting us with yours. I've got absolute faith in my girls. I think they've got that in me, too. What they've got to say, I'll listen to what you've got to say, too."

"But if I give an order, I need you to listen as well as they would. You're a part of my team while we're out here. That makes you my responsibility. If we're all gonna walk out of here, I need you to think of yourself as part of the team, too. Alright?"

The smile Ben had quickly wore off the stiff expression Jan took, though his words were what made him relax more. And Ben was right- they had to work together, and quite frankly, an observer not working together with a team and its leader was asking for more hassle than well-invested effort. Nobody probably wanted to waste their time out here in the wilderness, even if some were more accustomed to it than others.

Carefully nodding so he didn't seem rude, Jan repeated another "Yes," though it was noticeably less tense than before. He was still nervous, though he tried to set aside his emotions for now.

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The team continued to make their way through the forest. It had become apparent that Grimm weren't going to appear any sooner. Whether that bode well for the team's gut feelings or not was entirely subjective.

Though there were moments for many travelers where Grimm had not appeared during travels too often, it was rare for such a case where they would not simply cross a single set area. Grimm moved all the time. They were an omnipotent presence, always there when people expect them the least. Their presence caused negativity, which nurtured more Grimm.

Everyone knew that much. But their lack of presence made the trip somewhat odd, especially for something as troublesome as the CCTS malfunctioning.

Jan held out a small device handed to him before the mission, his eyes glazing over his surroundings. The device in his hands looked like a Scroll, though it didn't belong to him- it belonged to the Atlesian personnel. His Scroll was a rather outdated model, and considering his small sum of money, he preferred not to bring it where it could fall apart even further. Just to make sure if they were in the right track, he took out a radio linked to the personnel far behind them.

Earlier, the radio had heavy interference going on, but it at least still worked a bit. Now it outright refused to work.

"We're getting close," Jan spoke firmly, though it ended up coming out nervously. His eyes looking for anything that could point towards the cause of the interference. But there was nothing. Nothing but the woods.

Walking further down, the faint shape of a large building could be seen. True to the reports, it had an Atlesian emblem on its side. Two metal doors were in the front of the building, dirt and rust having aged it. This building had been here for a very long time- almost as if it had been abandoned for more than just a couple of years. It didn't look like that large of a building, however, even if they were still a good distance away from it.

Something was off, however. There was an... odd feeling that people with sensitive Auras like his felt. He wasn't sure if the others could feel it, but it felt like...

Something's watching us?

Unsure of what to feel, he stuck close to BASL as they approached the building. Now that he looked at it again, it kinda looked creepy, sitting out in the middle of nowhere like this.

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Sangue remained on her guard as Jan reported that they were getting close. By the time an old building sitting in the middle of nowhere showed up far away from them, however, she was more confused than anything.

There was a ticklish feeling she felt down her spine, yet she had no idea as to what was causing it. She glanced around, wondering if someone had poked her and she just happened to dose off, but she was perfectly fine.

She glanced at her team, making sure everyone was still together as she kept watch for their right. Her team's presence made her feel safer, though the situation felt no less odder than it had before.

_{@Plank Sinatra@Krayzikk@Kaithas}

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

The world may slow down, but Touhama Shuuji refused to follow the world's momentum. In a split second, the man made the initiative, kicking forward- literally.

In front of Bang was a steamroller headed towards his way at the speed of a freight train.

Out of instinct, Bang raised his guard. Backing off from the first hit, he knew that it would be hard for him to simply dodge everything- especially when they were all kicks were connected to each other so fluently.

He's fast, Bang thought immediately. This man may not have thrown any punches yet, but his kicks were thrown in a manner that he had to respect them. Simply focusing his footwork to move away all the time was going to leave him no room to attack. After backing off from two other kicks, Bang finally threw a punch. A swift parry to deflect one of the kicks, giving him just a moment's worth of breathing room.

He then tilted his head ever so slightly, just barely letting one of the kicks graze past the side of his hair. This wasn't an average martial artist by no means- nobody average could throw out kicks of this caliber without practice, and the same could be said for any physical attack. His kicks were fast and almost wild, but coordinated for pinpointing offense.

While Bang knew much less of martial arts than he did boxing, he wasn't entirely oblivious to it. At the very least, he knew to respect an opponent who probably practiced a kick tens of thousands of times.

So he did just that.

He slipped again, and he shoulder rolled past another kick as he threw out a quick punch, deflecting one of the kicks, before slipping again. He had no time to use movements that could leave him wide open for too long, since this guy's kicks were basically like jabs on steroids. Committing to counter Shuuji's own footwork when he had only one arm available was asking to get a kick in the face. Bang's footwork steadily moved less back and moreso in getting past the blindingly fast kicks.

He may have been down an arm, but the rest of his body worked. That's all that mattered really-

Bang deflected another kick again, only to barely slip past one of the kicks as it grazed past the side of his head.

...Okay, having both arms did matter, admittedly. He did actually get occasionally get hit a couple times just right below the solar plexis as he dodged, and he might've not been able to block it even if he had no cast.

But he wasn't helpless, and he wasn't not used to getting hit.

What felt like a full minute's worth of throwing punches and deflecting kicks came to a brief end as Bang ducked under one of the shadowless kicks before deflecting a kick. As soon as he did, this time, he committed and threw out a fast right hook at Shuuji. He managed to finally land a punch, though he received a kick to the chest at that exact moment. Forced back, Bang quickly recovered as he raised his guard up again.

The martial art and its practitioner quickly became very interesting to Bang. But moreso than the martial art, the simple art of fighting was what made the fight all the more exhilarating. He felt alive- his spirit practically erupted into a bonfire! Not even the summer heat could match their blazing spirits, and he could feel it.

He may have wanted to be an author, but he couldn't deny this feeling was impressive.

"You're very fast," Bang spoke the obvious- a quick compliment for his opponent- as he kept his guard raised. Had Bang been any less experienced, Shuuji might've torn up more than just misconceptions. He also had to consider the possibility that Shuuji was going easy on him.

_{@Crimmy@DarkWolfX37}

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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The road looked far from lonely. In fact, it would've been more assuring if it looked lonely and untouched.

While it was nothing on a dramatic scale, the mere length of how far this linear path went on noted that these Grimm had some kind of intention aside from trying to hunt something. Nobody in particular went missing in this forest, so it hadn't been because of a Huntsman's presence that caused the collateral damage.

As everybody walked, Walter occasionally took out what appeared to be a compass. It seemed to be broken at a first glance, though...

Nevertheless, it either seemed that he knew how it worked, or he just took it out by habit. Both the former and latter seemed equally likely, however, as the man clearly wasn't the stoic and serious type of person.

It's rather quiet. Walter thought, somewhat let down by the lack of action despite some of the more open areas of the forest.

Heh, heh. But I'll admit, this is more enticing than paperwork! Walter's eyes gleamed mischievously, grinning with his back turned to the students. I thank you for your recognition of where my abilities shine, Peter! An aging man like me often has to sharpen his fangs. I owe you a beer- or a Grimm for you to behead!

Somewhere in Beacon, Peter felt like someone was complimenting him, and that someone owed him a beer.

Walter's thoughts trailed off as he opened his compass again. Almost forgetting that the students were behind him, Walter was just about to glance at them with the intention of talking to not bore himself to death when the compass suddenly froze.

And so did he.

Raising a hand, he motioned for the students to stop.

At the moment, they were in the middle of passing by a rather open area in the forest, with two paths diverging in front of him. Here, the open skies were clearly visible, as if a hole had been made in the middle of the forest. But that didn't seem to be what Walter was concerned about.

His eyes glanced down, finding a single black feather.

And his eyes gleamed, a certain sharpness appearing in them as he remained still.

Hm.

So that's how they were going to roll.

Taking out what appeared to be a rather small telescope, Walter reached for his coat as the bottom of the telescope opened. He then smashed what appeared to be a rifle into the telescope. Two hinges that had been sticking out of the telescope's sides extended and latched themselves into the rifle.

Raising the rifle, it took less than a second for Walter to pull the trigger in the direction of where his compass had pointed to. Almost immediately after he shot, a loud screech came from one of the trees, followed by a lifeless thud.

The ground began to shake, and the sound of trees being torn apart led to a clear indication of just what was coming.

"EVERYONE! Stick together and get ready-" Walter shouted as he cocked the rifle. "We've got Grimm coming through! Harpies, Bulls- and some reinforcements!"

At once, every direction of the open area had Grimm bursting out, all of them facing the group of five. About four Sitting Bulls burst out both in front and behind the group, and about four Harpies appeared, gliding above the group. In addition to these Feind Grimm, Klein Class Grimm also appeared.

Twenty four Beowolves.

Well, twenty three, since Walter immediately shot one of them down while it was running mindlessly. The Beowolves immediately tensed up and put up their guard as they approached the group, while the Sitting Bulls continued to charge, this time towards the group.

Unsheathing his sabre with his rifle on the other hand, Walter shouted at Team KFSC, "No time to talk! Give 'em everything you got. Watch out for the bird brains!"

Two of the tough-skinned Sitting Bulls in particular charged towards Cian, while the other two Bulls charged towards Ferris, Krysanthe, and Sepia. Meanwhile, the Harpies glided around them, ready to avoid any predictable shots until they decided to attack. In the meantime, they positioned their flight so that if the Huntsmen attempted to attack them, it would become a heavy commitment that could go bad due to the restless Sitting Bulls. The Feind Class Grimm, as primitive as it seemed, were using each other.

And the Beowolves' numbers proved that hacking and slashing without thought could get the team under a heavy disadvantage. There were about eighteen of them charging towards the team from all directions, the rest heading to Walter. The Grimm were using quantity- but a team of Huntsmen also had quantity and quality too.

_{@Crimson Raven@Eklispe@SevenStormStyle@Suku}

Chronicles of Sarastrea

Ryuu

Truth be told, he didn't know.

When people told him what to do, he usually knew how to follow it. But he wasn't a leader, despite seeming like he could be one to some others. Really, him and his loud mouth were more suitable for fitting right with his just as loud fighting style.

What were they going to do?

Ryuu thought, though he absentmindedly focused on running straight into the barrier with Andromeda next to him. He took a deep breath.

There were many things they could do given their circumstances, but now was clearly not the time to play dumb- not when nobody knew what they were dealing with. Even the simplest of simpletons could notice that.

"Well, I don't know either, honestly," he admitted as he turned around to look at the barrier, "but I'd rather know when that stuff goes the hell away."

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Mark

Clicking his tongue while saluting the woman in a carefree manner, Mark whipped a demon that approached him, disintegrating it rather easily. After smacking his whip at another demon, he swung the whip at a lamppost before landing on top of it. He squinted his eyes as he saw a cloud of ashes rise up a skyscraper.

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Duatos

Sated.

It wasn't.

He wasn't.

Neither him nor his heart were sated. Nothing childish such as being "hungry for more," as that had faded quite a short moment ago, but after being withheld of his power, everything continued to feel off for him. Had it been long ago, he would be in control of every passing moment. Control was what he had.

He was control incarnate.

But his absence, and his loss of his own strength, made him further from his position. This magic... this... "harmony," referred to implications he would rather not think about. Harmony must come with discord, and he was both order and chaos.

For centuries he existed, and not all of them had been spent on spreading fear through victory. Never once had he been mortal, yet he remembered watching over mortals. It was an era lost within time- and within him. He was once a gatekeeper, one who stood between two grounds of morality. Watching proved to be unbearable without a sense of control, however, as humans proved to him.

The rest of what happened was history- one he had long forgotten, unfortunately. But fortunately, his short memories proved to be useful in the long run. There was almost nothing to mull over for him, after all.

But Duatos grew curious. Of what the world had to offer to him aside from control. How it had evolved, or where it would go.

Time can and will tell.

He felt his power beginning to grow restless for silence. He needed to leave.

Leaving. Retreating. A peculiar idea, yet one he must succumb to for now.

As his body began to fade into ashes yet again, Duatos remained wordless as his distance from the man grew.

When he returns, this city would not be the focus of his return. The vast deserts to the endless seas. The mystical ruins to the lively cities. From the rise of dawn to the morning star, he will focus on everything- to gain control over it.

And one day it will all crumble.

And thus, he slowly slid away before floating into the air, the visibility of his ashes fading.

And with the departure of order and chaos returned the normalcy of the world, as the clouds faded.

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The skies went unfittingly blue, returning back to normal despite the damage dealt to the city.

As soldiers began to mobilize their forces to leave the barriers and look out for any more potential threats, the evacuated citizens remained contained within safety's reach. The monsters that had remained up until the skies had cleared had become harmless ashes, as if nothing about them could hurt anyone.

Them vanishing didn't do anything to lessen the impact of the sudden attack.

The attack itself had been relatively small scale, but massive in impact. There were still places in Kora that had yet to receive news of the attack on Riesling, and some who drove to visit Riesling were greeted by a confusing sight of the mobilized army.

The soldiers remained competent, however, never lowering their guard as they divided their forces to both watch over the evacuated citizens and analyze the shattered heart of Riesling. Everything had happened in a flash, after all- they weren't going to take their chances just yet.

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Post / Part 1 of 2

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Forsythe Lookin forward to posts!

@Prince of Seraphs Heyo! Been a while, how’ve things been?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@harinezumikouken i thought it was sent to you much earlier before??

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