Sgt Vandingo

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*Vaseraga was about to answer Jillian seriously, but laughs out loud at John's butchering of his name. He then marches up to John, all the while laughing, and pats him on the back. The pat itself isn't that hard, but to a human it'd probably be a light push.*
Vaseraga: A great attempt for one not used to my language, ohohoho! And thank you to you as well, Mr... I did not ask your name, what might it be, before I continue this discussion?
*He then turns to Jillian before Lecter asks cause 3 people are hard to answer at once without editing the entire post and I cbf doing so, and laughs again. His frame looking slightly bigger than normal due to his close proximity to someone smaller than him.*
Vaseraga: Because, Miss Jillian, the finality of the Society is absolute. There is the possibility she could recount parts of the ledger, and that is simply not acceptable. Many secrets are hidden in that book, and if even a single one gets out, that could mean destruction and chaos on a level never before seen in any Skydom. Sumimasen, but she must go with the book.
*He turns his gaze over to Zeta, who has moved closer to Xan so she can lean on something other than her spear. His gaze is cold, and Zeta can feel the hate towards her increase drastically. Her spear feels the same coming from Vaseraga's scythe. Zeta leans onto Xan slightly, and puts a hand on her shoulder.*
Zeta: It's okay. He won't kill me yet.

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*Eustace looks at Sasha for a little bit. Then moves towards her, remaining silent in everything he does, including breathing. That's just how quiet he is. Fucken badass if you ask me.*

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Name: Zeta

Age: Between late teens to late twenties.

Fandom: Granblue Fantasy

Skills: Superb lancer(good with spears), above average hand-to-hand combatant, and is slightly faster than most people due to extreme training.

Fears: The Society, dying.

Likes: Good alcohol taste, good people, watching people have fun, her spear, Eustace, sleeping in, shopping, and nail-painting.

Hates: Having prolonged contact with Vaseraga, getting drunk. Beatrix, swimsuits, cold food that should not be cold (pizza, pasta, etc).

Description: Average build for a female of her unknown age, so she isn't too muscly and isn't too thin, though she really isn't strong compared to others in the room. She's 5'6'', with bright blue-green eyes, and blonde hair. She stands tall and proud, though she is harbouring some dark secrets inside her. On top of that, she is athletic as fuck, able to outmanoeuvre many foes at once, and do so all without getting hit, though if she does get him, she's going to feel it just as much as the next person.

Background: Brought into a noble house on an island in the Phantagrade Skydom as an orphan, Zeta grew up with combat, training to be a knight from the moment she could hold a spear. She attained the rank of knight, and began leading a contingent of troops around the island's territory, slaying monsters and keeping the population of the island safe from danger. She lead a good life for a while, but chose to let it all go when she found out that the island's ruler wished to adopt her into his family. She thought this to be a way to get closer to her, and perhaps he wanted her to be more than she could handle, and thus she left, leaving behind both the friends she made in her lifetime, the country she grew up in, and the rank of knight.

She wandered the skydom for a while, assisting when she came across people who required it, and doing odd-jobs for money and food, however it was nothing like she experienced in her previous life, and so the difficulty of living was high. Sometime after she left, she was approached by a group of people from the organisation 'The Society', a group built around the eradication of Primal Beasts, ancient weapons created by the Astrals during their invasion of the Skydoms. They offered her a job, and many benefits that came with it, namely companionship once more, food, water, money, and a special spear, that could never be replicated, no matter how skilled the blacksmith. She spent a couple years working for them, building up her skill and athleticism as she went on, and making better bonds with her other three comrades, Vaseraga, Eustace, and Beatrix, although she secretly despises Beatrix, and is a fair bit afraid of Vaseraga.

Her good times came to an end when she accidentally stumbled upon a ledger in The Society's HQ. The ledger contain- Information deemed unfit for public viewing on the count of extreme meta-gaming and lack of surprise, enacted on and by the authority of The Society and its members.

Items: Her red armour, which does not cover the entirety of her body, due to the stereotypical fashion of female armour in many fantasy universes. It is significantly stronger than the other armour of its time, however it still can be pierced by strong blows or armour piercing projectiles, such as bullets.

Spear of Arvess, perhaps the one thing that makes Zeta leagues different from any other off-the-mill knight with a spear. A highly advanced piece of technology, the spear can function on its own, without a bearer. Imbued both with magic, ancient technology derived from ancient Astral weapon, and the blood of Primal Beasts. By itself, it can let off explosions rivaling the destructive force of thermite, however, with the aid of Zeta, that explosion can be directed at something, and the spear itself has the ability to protect itself and its bearer of the explosion itself. Easily the most remarkable thing Zeta has owned and will ever own.

Ledger of the Society. Contains information the Society does not want to get out.

Other: N/A

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*Vaseraga laughs at Jillian, thinking that Zeta mearly handing back what she stole as a preposterous concept. His eyes narrow slightly, and then he grunts, certainly unlike how he usually is, cause he's usually happy, not overly serious.*
Vaseraga: If it were that simple, I would have done it first. Had I talked first, fought later, I would most likely not be standing here with you now. That person back there is skilled in deception and head-on fighting. Better I caught her off guard than anything else. As for whether she hands over the location of the ledger, that is up to her and will dictate how much pain she feels at her execution.
*He then grunts at Horus, and bows deeply, almost making a right angle with his body as he does so, cause that's how deep he bowed.*
Vaseraga: A thousand apologies. I will repair the damages once I am finished with my duties.

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*Zeta's eyes widen slightly as she hears execution, but she doesn't run, cause she knows she won't get far now that Vaseraga seems to be swaying everyone to his side. Her head lowers slightly as she attempts to think of a way to escape with as few injuries as possible. She can't think of anything.*

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*Eustace lowers his gun, then hops out of the tree, before slowly making his way out of the treeline so he's visible, but doesn't go much farther than that.*

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*The other chick is still having a picnic.*

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*Vaseraga rubs at some of the scratches on his back, although he doesn't feel them, he can tell they're deepish, so he'll attend to them later. His scythe slowly floats back down to his side, and he takes it into his armoured hand almost by instinct. His hulking form is bloodied, although most of the blood is old, dried blood from the fight with the icicles and centipede, and not from Zeta, cause she couldn't do much against him.*
Vaseraga: She stole something from my organisation. I followed her to retrieve what she stole. I am here with another two companions, both of which are well acquainted with the thief, Zeta. As for my connection with her, she used to work with myself and my other two companions, who are likely watching this confrontation as we speak. Is that enough of an explanation to merit a response in accordance?
*He also bows his head (very slightly) to Horus, and laughs his normal hearty laughter.*
Vaseraga: My name is Vaseraga. I trust you heard everything I said, yes?

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*Contrary to what Vaseraga said, only one of the two figures is watching the fight, with the female off in the forest somewhere having a picnic with herself cause as she said earlier, she was bored. Eustace on the other hand, watches the entire confrontation through the scope of his rifle, which emits a solid gold glow, very similar to Zeta's spear and Vaseraga's scythe. He casually lines up several different shots on each person that he can see, including Vaseraga, cause he knows where to shoot to kill him should the need arise.*

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*Zeta pushes herself up off of her chest with a pained and gurgled grunt, cause her neck is still in agony after the armour was buckled, so she's probably going to have trouble breathing for a while. She looks at Vaseraga's back while he speaks to the group, and in that moment she attempts to back off a bit further away from him, partly for safety, partly so she can get a bigger head start if things go down the shitter and she has to leg it. If her armour wasn't crimson already, it'd certainly be painted that colour from the amount of wounds she has. She leans heavily on her spear as she stands, and knows that everything Vaseraga says is true... or is it? Nah just shitting you, it's all true.*

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*Vaseraga's head bounces a bit forwards when he's hit with the stream of bullets that hit the back of his helmet, though they fail to penetrate or even dent the armour, partly because it's strong, and partly because offing him in one go would be sad. He also lets Xan teeth on his gauntlet, because nothing short of a dragon bite could get through that. He stares daggers into Zeta, but loosens his grip slightly so he doesn't break her neck, and so she doesn't pass out from lack of oxygen.*
Vaseraga: So, whelp? Where have you hidden it?
Zeta: Go... spelunking up yer mum's arse... and you might find it...
*Vaseraga tightens his grip again, this time intent on breaking her neck and finding out where she hid the item by himself. He would succeed, had her spear not pulled itself out of his arm and cut his wrists, because despite him not feeling pain, his nerves still need to be intact to work, so his hand spasms slightly before dropping Zeta. He still manages to kick her straight in the chest while she falls to the ground, however, and she flies off out of the fight. He then turns to face where the bullets came from, and huffs.*
Vaseraga: Girl, if you know what is best for you, you would put down that peashooter and tell your monkey friend to get off of my back.
*His scythe floats above Xan's head, ready to perform a murder stroke on her if Jillian doesn't comply.*

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*Vaseraga almost grunts in annoyance at being pounced, but doesn't really get bothered by the scratching and/or biting, cause he can't feel pain. He lets go of his spear, and lets it parry Zeta on its own, as he reaches out and wraps his massive fist around her throat, buckling her neck armour, and making her wheeze for air. With his other hand he just tries swatting Xan off his back, but he isn't really bothered by her that much.*
Vaseraga: Where is it, welp? Where are you keeping it?
*Zeta claws at Vaseraga's armoured hand around her throat, and accidentally lets go of her spear, which in turn flies into Vaseraga's arm, going right through, but not severing it, cause it's a tough as fuck arm. Vaseraga himself really doesn't care about Lecter telling him to stop, cause tbf he listens to nobody.*

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*From the forest, two hidden people sit and watch the fight, one of them wearing similar armour to Zeta, only it being jet black instead, and the other wearing some light padding around his vitals. The female of the two, wearing the black armour restlessly rolls on the ground observing it.*
Female: Ore ore... he's going a bit overboard isn't he? Shouldn't he loosen his grip so she can talk? Brute never could learn manners, huh Eustace?
Eustace: Perhaps.
*His face is placid underneath his cowl, though he, with a marksmans eye, lines up his rifle to get a better look of the fight, despite him having 20/20 vision. The female pouts at Eustace's non-chalant response, and toys slightly with her sword at her hip out of boredom.*
Female: I'm bored. Let's go wait away from here. I want to eat.
Eustace: Shut up.
*The female 'hrmphs' at Eustance once more, before she stands up, dusts herself off, then silently disappears back into the forest. Eustace watches for a couple more seconds, before he too disappears.*

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*Vaseraga nods to Sasha once, then pushes his hulking form through the doorway and looks around. He laughs at how homely the entire place looks, apart from the scarecrow on the ground. He nods once to Hanna as he walks, though he pauses slightly as his scythe blinks purple several times. He looks over towards the kitchen, and starts making his way to it like a man on a mission.*

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*Zeta's spear goes bright red, which wakes up Zeta. It takes her a few moments to learn who's here from her spear, and is barely able to stand up in time before she gets kicked straight out of the wall. Vaseraga follows her through the hole, holding his scythe like one would imagine the Grim Reaper to hold it's scythe.*
Vaseraga: You took something from us, Zeta. Now you pay the price for your insolence.
Zeta: OhshitohfuckowowowowowfuckoffSpiky!
*She scrambles backwards to avoid the swing of his massive scythe, and only narrowly avoids getting her leg severed. The entire fight is Zeta narrowly avoiding Vaseraga's swings, before she finally makes some distance and gets ready to fight back. The ensuing fight is basically what would have happened if The Mountain had the upper hand in the fight between him and The Red Viper. So Zeta is losing ground and blood by the time anybody can figure out/see what's happening.*

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*Zeta sees the scarecrow on the ground, and just assumes that the problem is over. She does an about turn, and goes back into the kitchen cause she can't be fucked talking. She still doesn't feel comfortable making herself anything, and definitely doesn't feel like she deserves a personal room to herself cause she DID blow a giant fuck off hole in the ceiling of the kitchen, which she still needs to fix, btw. Instead of eating(cause she's semi-starved again), she lies down on the ground where she slept a couple days ago after the fight with the clones, and falls asleep.*

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*Vaseraga carries Sasha a little bit longer until they're closer to the room, then he puts her down and finally gives the room a once-over.*
Vaseraga: What is the point of being negative, after all?

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*Zeta stops for a bit to listen to the commotion in the other room, then uses that as a distraction to the current subject, which she doesn't really want to explain.*
Zeta: There's trouble. And a lot of footsteps going towards trouble. Come on.
*She starts walking towards the scarecrow with significant speed, not overly worried about leaving Xan behind.*

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*Vaseraga doesn't speed up at all at the sound of trouble, and continues his pace as to not overly hurt Sasha, though if he did, he wouldn't give half a shit.*
Vaseraga: Perhaps this room was the right choice for me. I like the amount of trouble it brings so far.

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*Zeta continues staring, thinking back on the only other time she met something remotely related to Xan, that being a monster that could morph into the form of a human in order to get closer to its prey before feeding. She also remembers how badly that encounter ended, with one of her friends losing their jugular to the beast before it died.*
Zeta: Souka... both parts...
*Her fists clench slightly, but she knows that she shouldn't hold the ghosts of her past to Xan.*
Zeta: Sounds like... a cool trait...

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*Vaseraga laughs slightly as he carries Sasha, not putting her down, or even making any change in his posture.*
Vaseraga: And slow us all down? I think not. The more you exert yourself the more time it will take for you to recover.