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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
1 yr ago
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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1 yr ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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3 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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3 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
3 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
Dreams were a funny thing. Personal, your's, and gone from your mind as soon as they started.
Fairies didn't dream much...and when they did, it was usually gone from their minds the moment their eyes opened. Flying beavers, rivers of berry juice of your favorite kinds, dreams were supposed to be happy.
Those dreams...what was happy about them?
Not a single thing was the answer as Liliana awoke, soaked in her own tears as her eyes struggled to focus. Sure there were happy bits for Alice and Carroll but...Liliana couldn't help but sob even as she lay awake. Staring at the ceiling with her patch of pillow soaked by her tears, the little fairy would work up her resolve before throwing the sheets off of herself. "Lady Alice...Carroll..." she mumbled before grabbing her sword and flying off.
Eula
Eula didn't wake up. Someone else did.
Carroll's legacy was stained in wanton bloodshed. Enough to fill this temple, all without remorse in search of her "Alice." And Eula...well, she had seen the wanton disregard for human life that Carroll possessed. And something else did too.
"Error encountered in central memory unit. Parsing. Eula 039 RAM has been temporarily compressed.Loading Laguna 30 Backup..." Eula said, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Eula...?
Dreams were a nonsensical thing. Memories taking shape in the unconscious mind trying to parse out what it had seen. What it had heard. What it had felt. Eula's mind couldn't fully process the scene of Carroll's slaughter in search of her "Alice" in that dream, and so something else emerged to view it in her stead. Outrage flashing within the depths of a slumbering monster's eternal rest.
How long had it been since she was last awake? She was seeing it in vague flashes. Some like a hazy dream, others like a nightmare clear as glass, but...a part of Eula had never once wanted to come alive again.
There was a reason her first law was a law. Precursor weapons did not especially need a limiter for human harm, only to never harm their "handlers". Protocols. Rules. Guidelines. Hopes. Wishes. Promises. Broken.
Rising from her bed Eula would waste no time in leaving her room. Light footfalls followed in her wake as she walked through the halls of the temple, and the soft whirr that followed her arm spooling up a charge of demonic energy was sounding. To anyone that would observe her, the usually stoic Automaton seemed angry; furious, even. As if she was on a war path to face something...
Freed from the Varjan's arm by the burst of energy, Liliana would hurriedly fly free, unfurling her wings to dart away from the Varjan just in time for lightning's arrival.
Left panting, then reeling from the smell of ozone at the impact sight, the Bladeflower was in stunned silence as she watched the Raiju descend. First of all: Such a cool entrance. Second of all: Wow, they were one bad gust away from being nude. Was this how all monsters of this region were? She was pretty sure those kimono things were meant to be fastened a bit more...
But, it seemed that at the very least things were wrapping up nicely. At least, that's what she thought until she saw Takeshi approaching Dinah away from everyone else. Sick and tired of being a sidelined observer to Alice and Carroll's run-ins with authority the fairy would speed over in spite of her wings being a bit crumpled.
"H-Hold on, Takeshi!" Liliana said, assuming a human size and standing before Dinah, looking up at Takeshi. "Dinah - This is Dinah, by the way. She's super pretty and strong and fast and made of Lady Alice and Carroll...I think its a long story, I didn't get it much - She might have retreated with us, but that was because the fire and lightning was terrifying her! Even then, she still came back! Cut her eyes out and everything to save Shizuka from those students. S-So...that's why!" the fairy said, a bit teary eyed.
Puppy dog eyes in full effect, Liliana wanted to make sure the truth was known. Dinah didn't seem the type to take criticisms well, given that she had Alice's ego with Carroll's sharp edged wit. "Plus, her party was healing everyone even when she wasn't here! B-But I think she ran out of energy for it..." Liliana couldn't begin to understand how Dinah's magic worked...but she did know that it had helped a lot.
Eula
Eula could feel the slightest twinge of relief at the Varjan's breathing...and she couldn't help but sink to her knees, arm trembling. In that moment, once again, she was ready to kill a human again. And it sickened her to her core.
Perhaps, violence wasn't for her at all. Despite not having the requisite throat functions, she wanted to vomit then and there...and the static in the air from the Raiju wasn't helping matters. Eula needed some time alone, and would walk off by herself back to the temple. Feeling more disgusted with herself than she ever had before, she would have to sit down halfway back next to a tree and rest.
"...If I...were to continue...would it get easier? Would I want it to?"
In an instant, Liliana was snatched from her bovine steed as it was cut down. Black steel clamped hard around her, making it difficult to breath…and her ribs cracking under the rough handling didn’t help either. She wanted to scream and cry out, now helpless as her blade fell to the ground from the impact. Helpless, but still holding fast to the courage she held, Liliana would spitefully look up at the Varjan who had her hostage.
This was the worst outcome…Liliana had wanted to help, but now, she was going to wind up enabling this Varjan to get off scot free. She wanted to cry out to attack him anyways, that she’d be fine, but all she could do was grit her teeth to bear with the pain. If only she’d had a tighter grip on Whimsy…
Eula
The situation was bad. The fairy was captured, and in spite of the overwhelming numbers advantage, if anyone made a move that wasn't perfectly timed, the fairy was likely to be crushed...and Eula knew now that Varjan plate was resistant to demonic energy. Whatever sorcery formed their plate, her stunning blasts were nowhere near as effective.
Eula's strongest option for the time being was to build charge, a battery now present within her right wrist to hold and store a greater volume of energy. She wasn't sure what her upper limit was, but she could be certain that the amount of energy needed to breach that armor was beyond lethal for a normal person. Before, Eula had learned to take a life to defend herself. Now...
"EULA!"
It was as simple as a flick of the wrist. One pinpoint strike where violet energy surged to Eula's palm before unleashing a cannonball sized burst that would fly out to match Mort's speed. More than enough to punch through the steel, and the man, with care taken to aim on the side where Liliana wasn't.
The sisters looked on, both with differing expressions, as the wind boosted stampede made quick work of their attackers. Hinami was awe-eyed whilst Atsuha had a look of pure bewilderment.
”...Goodness… I see you all are just as wild and unpredictable as ever…” Uttered the spider woman. ”I suppose we can only thank the heavenly demons that WE weren’t trampled to death by those stampeding bovines! By the way, Lili-chan, are you…alright?” She said, concerned at the poor flattened form of the fairy.
Hinami went over to Kerry, giddiness accompanying her.
”Kerry-san, that was incredible! You were like a gallant paladin right atop a noble steed! Except more scantily clad and not-so-noble.”
At hearing Kerry get complimented for riding atop noble steeds, Liliana would puff her cheeks up and cross her arms. …If anyone was a paladin, it was the actual knighted knight with smitely smites…surely!
Eula would poke Liliana’s puffed up cheeks. "Detecting a 21.5% rise in jealousy."
”Giving credit where it’s due, Lili was the one who made this all happen, so she’s the one who should be getting some praise.”, chimed in Kerry before narrowing her eyes at the jiangshi. ”And what do you mean ‘not-so-noble’? I looked pretty badass back there, thank you.”
Atsuha had to admit, Liliana was cute when she got offended, her rose-colored puffy cheeks helped lift the mood a bit.
”There, there, love. You were just as heroic if not more so. It’s thanks to your, uh, “Running of the Cows” that my sister and I were saved.” Atsuha said, attempting to console her fairy savior.
Hinami put a finger to her cheek, as if pondering something. ”Come to think of it, didn’t Alice-sama run off with all of you away from the battlefield? I was kinda surprised you all came back.”
"We um…well, it was a bit complicated…but Lady Alice was worried we’d all get hurt, but we knew we had to come back and help no matter what. But, she cast her-" Liliana said before there was a subtle severance. An uninvitation. A merry unbirthday indeed. The jubilant fairy’s eyes would lose a bit of shine as she looked down. "...Um…Maybe we should talk about all this later."
”Agreed. It’s…”
Kerry turned her gaze off to the side, biting her lower lip in an unusual display of uncertainty.
”...kinda personal with her, this mission.”
”Oh…” Hinami could sense the tension that surrounded the matter.
”Well…that aside, do you perhaps know where she went now? I saw that she was helping the captain, but then she just went off again.” Atsuha inquired.
Eula would say: "When last we saw, she was aiding Shizuka, I believe," before softly petting the horn of a nearby bull as it grazed on grass next to a knocked out Varjan soldier.
”Tch…”, the hornet scoffed at the mention of her leader’s name as she crossed her arms and turned her body away from the others.
”Oh my~” Atsuha mused. ”Do I detect the slightest hint of jealousy in your stride, Kerry-chan?” A playful smirk adorned the spider's face as she teased the hornet.
”Oh! Well, Shizuka-senpai is quite the looker! Not to mention he's really strong and smart. Even a lady like Alice-San could be smitten by someone like that!” Hinami chimed in after her sister.
After finding a suitable sound to emulate clearing her throat, Eula would say: "The situation is a touch complicated. But, Alice is emphatically romantic with Kerry. That much is true."
Liliana would pat the head of the cow she was still atop. "We ought to hurry! Takeshi could be in big trouble…e-especially if the ‘tea party’ ended…" the worried fairy said before patting her bovine steed’s behind. “Giddyup, Bessie! We got an Oja to rescue!” she said, departing in time for Skarsneek to charge through into the thick of the students that were attempting to break through the stampeding herd.
Eula would charge up a burst of energy in her hands, putting herself between Hinami, Atsuha, and the remaining enemies. "Please focus on regaining your strength. The hobgoblin who’s name I never got seems to have discovered a critical weakness to their technique. …It seems so obvious, once its been shown, too."
”What Eula said.”, spoke Kerry, turning forward as Dusk and Mort held tightly in her hands once more. ”It’s high time we wrap this up.”
While it may seem the hornet’s mind was back on the mission, the others could tell from her eyes and tone said otherwise.
Her husband was very much in for a conversation later.
Name: Pilot Ichiro Yamashita Age: 33 Gender: Male Project: Colossus, Formerly Myrmidon Occupation: Primary Pilot for HY-X-Odyssey Personality:
"No matter what, we can't get complacent. We won't always have Hyper Man to defend us. Humanity has to get stronger, strong enough to face the universe without fear."
A believer in humanity and their potential, Ichiro has believed that he had to personally get stronger, due to being one of those present when Shigeru Kawakami gave his life for Hyper Man. A boisterous man who works hard, lives hard, and has tempered himself through numerous encounters with kaiju, sometimes to buy time for Hyper Man, and other times to weaken a foe that the Hyperian wasn't able to defeat alone. He bears a great sense of responsibility and duty, and values human life above anything else on the battlefield.
A patient and tough man, he's long since come to know how much punishment the Odyssey can take, and will actively leverage its toughness to protect Meta-Tokyo at all costs.
History:
At the age of 13 while visiting his mother's lab, Ichiro's life would change once the alien Vega was unleashed from its prison. The exact details were terrifying, but he clearly remembered one thing: Someone telling him to not give up hope, even if everything was going wrong. Ichiro would become the first confidant of Hyper Man's human identity as he watched man and alien become one being. While Shigeru flew off to fight Vega, Ichiro gathered his courage to help evacuate everyone else from that lab.
Growing up, Ichiro wanted to fight to protect people the same way Hyper Man was doing, and so would join Myrmidon as soon as he turned 18, quickly proving himself in the anti-kaiju corps as a heavy machinery specialist. Project Colossus was in its infancy, finally producing the first prototype shell for the Odyssey, with rigorous internal testing being conducted in Myrmidon to find suitable pilots. Wanting to prove himself and to defeat the alien threats assaulting Earth like Hyper Man, Ichiro was one of the first to sign up.
Despite his mother's wishes, Ichiro was one of the most compatible with the Hyper Core's energy signature, making his ability to synchronize with the Prototype HY-0-Odyssey exceptionally high. However, unproven as he was, he was passed over by Dr. Helen McCulloch, who insisted that an undisciplined loose cannon like Ichiro would only contaminate the research data for the prototype. Within a day of his rejection, the Kaiju known as "Betelgeuse" would descend upon Sydney Australia, becoming known as the Destro-Machine by the public for its immense size and completely devastating level of ballistic firepower. Uniquely outfitted to repel Hyper Man's attacks, the kaiju would push Hyper Man to his limits while the aerial forces of Myrmidon sortied to assist. Seeing Hyper Man on the verge of defeat, Ichiro would accept any consequences that came as he forced his way to the Odyssey and deployed with it, clumsily assisting Hyper Man against the Betelgeuse he'd struggled against. Despite his lack of initial skill, the Odyssey would resonate strongly with his fighting spirit, helping Hyper Man secure victory while protecting Sydney.
Afterwards, Ichiro was court martialed, but his sentence was eliminated thanks to Hyper Man acknowledging his capacity as Odyssey's pilot, despite the continued protests of Dr. McCulloch. Ever since, Ichiro has deployed numerous times to assist Hyper Man, more than eager to assist his friend. The two have formed a bond of comradery and friendship, with Ichiro becoming something like an uncle to Shigeru's son. With the arrival of Hyper Man X however, Ichiro isn't sure what happened to Shigeru, and aims to find out the truth by investigating the planet's new protector.
HY-X-Odyssey
Kaiju/Mecha/Vehicle Name: HY-X-Odyssey Combat Focus: Bruiser-type, focusing on close range combat, protection, and redirecting threats.
Origin:
Creation centered on Hyper Man's ship, as well as replicating its defensive barrier that had allowed it to survive re-entry, and remain intact after Vega's rampage.
Abilities:
Hyperian Barrier - Equipped with Hyper Man's ship core as its power source, the Odyssey is protected by a powerful barrier that minimizes the damage that it takes.
Piston Driver - Pneumatic fists that are equipped with inner mechanisms designed to deliver maximized impact even while grappling kaiju-sized threats.
Extend Bunker - Small studs around the arms, chest, and head unit of the Odyssey are equipped with miniaturized conductive rods, designed to more effectively distribute the Hyper Core's barrier along three points in the form of a triangular shield. More effective against beam-based attacks, or to stop physical blows that would crush the machine beneath the barrier.
Overburn - Pushing the Hyper Core's energy towards core systems and not the barrier, Ichiro is able to overclock the machine to greatly increase its response times and strength, at the cost of a lack of protection, and likely sucking the power dry.
Protector Edge - Despite the protection the Hyper Core provides, the Odyssey itself lacks direct killing power to take down kaiju. As such it has been equipped with a large sword designed to be supported by two extending brackets from the forearms, allowing the Odyssey to utilize the sword to deal finishing blows.
Signal Fire - A utility function of the Odyssey, which allows for it to produce an extremely bright flash of light from its optic visor. Most often used for night battles or for low-visibility environments, but Ichiro has used it to blind kaiju temporarily before.
Name: Pilot Ichiro Yamashita Age: 33 Gender: Male Project: Colossus, Formerly Myrmidon Occupation: Primary Pilot for HY-X-Odyssey Personality:
"No matter what, we can't get complacent. We won't always have Hyper Man to defend us. Humanity has to get stronger, strong enough to face the universe without fear."
A believer in humanity and their potential, Ichiro has believed that he had to personally get stronger, due to being one of those present when Shigeru Kawakami gave his life for Hyper Man. A boisterous man who works hard, lives hard, and has tempered himself through numerous encounters with kaiju, sometimes to buy time for Hyper Man, and other times to weaken a foe that the Hyperian wasn't able to defeat alone. He bears a great sense of responsibility and duty, and values human life above anything else on the battlefield.
A patient and tough man, he's long since come to know how much punishment the Odyssey can take, and will actively leverage its toughness to protect Meta-Tokyo at all costs.
History:
At the age of 13 while visiting his mother's lab, Ichiro's life would change once the alien Vega was unleashed from its prison. The exact details were terrifying, but he clearly remembered one thing: Someone telling him to not give up hope, even if everything was going wrong. Ichiro would become the first confidant of Hyper Man's human identity as he watched man and alien become one being. While Shigeru flew off to fight Vega, Ichiro gathered his courage to help evacuate everyone else from that lab.
Growing up, Ichiro wanted to fight to protect people the same way Hyper Man was doing, and so would join Myrmidon as soon as he turned 18, quickly proving himself in the anti-kaiju corps as a heavy machinery specialist. Project Colossus was in its infancy, finally producing the first prototype shell for the Odyssey, with rigorous internal testing being conducted in Myrmidon to find suitable pilots. Wanting to prove himself and to defeat the alien threats assaulting Earth like Hyper Man, Ichiro was one of the first to sign up.
Despite his mother's wishes, Ichiro was one of the most compatible with the Hyper Core's energy signature, making his ability to synchronize with the Prototype HY-0-Odyssey exceptionally high. However, unproven as he was, he was passed over by Dr. Helen McCulloch, who insisted that an undisciplined loose cannon like Ichiro would only contaminate the research data for the prototype. Within a day of his rejection, the Kaiju known as "Betelgeuse" would descend upon Sydney Australia, becoming known as the Destro-Machine by the public for its immense size and completely devastating level of ballistic firepower. Uniquely outfitted to repel Hyper Man's attacks, the kaiju would push Hyper Man to his limits while the aerial forces of Myrmidon sortied to assist. Seeing Hyper Man on the verge of defeat, Ichiro would accept any consequences that came as he forced his way to the Odyssey and deployed with it, clumsily assisting Hyper Man against the Betelgeuse he'd struggled against. Despite his lack of initial skill, the Odyssey would resonate strongly with his fighting spirit, helping Hyper Man secure victory while protecting Sydney.
Afterwards, Ichiro was court martialed, but his sentence was eliminated thanks to Hyper Man acknowledging his capacity as Odyssey's pilot, despite the continued protests of Dr. McCulloch. Ever since, Ichiro has deployed numerous times to assist Hyper Man, more than eager to assist his friend. The two have formed a bond of comradery and friendship, with Ichiro becoming something like an uncle to Shigeru's son. With the arrival of Hyper Man X however, Ichiro isn't sure what happened to Shigeru, and aims to find out the truth by investigating the planet's new protector.
HY-X-Odyssey
Kaiju/Mecha/Vehicle Name: HY-X-Odyssey Combat Focus: Bruiser-type, focusing on close range combat, protection, and redirecting threats.
Origin:
Creation centered on Hyper Man's ship, as well as replicating its defensive barrier that had allowed it to survive re-entry, and remain intact after Vega's rampage.
Abilities:
Hyperian Barrier - Equipped with Hyper Man's ship core as its power source, the Odyssey is protected by a powerful barrier that minimizes the damage that it takes.
Piston Driver - Pneumatic fists that are equipped with inner mechanisms designed to deliver maximized impact even while grappling kaiju-sized threats.
Extend Bunker - Small studs around the arms, chest, and head unit of the Odyssey are equipped with miniaturized conductive rods, designed to more effectively distribute the Hyper Core's barrier along three points in the form of a triangular shield. More effective against beam-based attacks, or to stop physical blows that would crush the machine beneath the barrier.
Overburn - Pushing the Hyper Core's energy towards core systems and not the barrier, Ichiro is able to overclock the machine to greatly increase its response times and strength, at the cost of a lack of protection, and likely sucking the power dry.
Protector Edge - Despite the protection the Hyper Core provides, the Odyssey itself lacks direct killing power to take down kaiju. As such it has been equipped with a large sword designed to be supported by two extending brackets from the forearms, allowing the Odyssey to utilize the sword to deal finishing blows.
Signal Fire - A utility function of the Odyssey, which allows for it to produce an extremely bright flash of light from its optic visor. Most often used for night battles or for low-visibility environments, but Ichiro has used it to blind kaiju temporarily before.
Alice wasn't expecting, of all people, for Takeshi to be the one to kick off the party, but it would seem, he'd elected to start things with brutal, ruthless finesse. As the first blow was theirs, Alice had no issue following through, "Nozarashi, Carroll," and leaping into the thick of it, "Hacht-hit!"
Having been gone for a fair bit of time since the day before, Liliana would rush into the fight, swinging Whimsy to intercept one of the students. Yet, anyone looking that had seen her before could tell that her actions were sloppy, spells not being thrown out as readily. Something seemed wrong.
Alice would slide past Liliana, as she cut down the man that the Fairy had blocked, and hefted Carroll upon her shoulder - blood splattering the ground, before she looked back. "I don't feel you, Bladeflower," she says, "Your head isn't in the fight. Keep out of it, unless you wanna die."
Frozen at hearing Alice’s words, Liliana would look down at Whimsy and grasp the handle tightly, trying to muster her resolve, but finding herself lacking. As such, the best recourse was for her to do as Alice said, shrinking down and…finding a flower to hide in. "Why am I…why can’t I think about the fight at all…?" she questioned herself before looking on as the battle raged, her eyes starting to well up with tears.
Alice didn't stop Liliana's retreat. Her words were cold, but meaningful - if Liliana couldn't focus, she was going to die. The fight wasn't going to let her sort her feelings out. However, it didn't mean she wouldn't address the matter. Blocking a sword with her axe, Alice moved her body along the beat, and thrust her fist through flesh and bone; a bloody explosion splattering the ground, as her fist exited a Human body.
"Liliana, in your mind, I believe there is a question, and it's the wrong question. Don't ask yourself about this fight, here and now, but that fight, then and there," Alice says, "The fight in Wonderland."
Clinging to her sword as if it were a pillow, Liliana would ignore whatever teasing Whimsy was throwing into her mind, tears flowing freely as she wondered…was she even a good friend? Was she a friend at all? Even now she wasn’t helping the Oja clan win, she was sitting. Crying. All while everyone fought for their lives.
Pathetic.
"Tell me, how are you going to answer the question," Alice asks, "What are you going to do about that fight? Years in the future, yet promised," she says, as she shifted her posture, "Tempo... Prestissimo... Invasion... Heavenly Strike..." and disappeared into a blur of strikes, her axe shattering swords within her Line of Intention - expanded to thirty feet from ten - before skidding to a halt. "Maa, maa.." she panted, "That's tougher than I envisioned."
Alice gripped Carroll, blood dripping off her wrists from the sheer acceleration.
Thinking to the future, Liliana…wasn’t sure. Could she proclaim she’d never return home and stay in Wonderland? Would she be of any help at all against someone so strong that Alice was defeated by her twice? …No. She wasn’t scared at all of losing a fight, but she was terrified of breaking the promises she’d made to Rosebud, of never basking in Marigold’s warmth, of never butting heads with Peony again, or having the best nap ever after Thistle tried to explain science-y stuff while Anthur played some relaxing music over tea time. Terrified of never being annoyed by Camelia’s smug attitude, or get patched up by Monk again. Petrified that she’d never get Sage’s advice ever again, or hear Leo’s cool stories from far off lands, or spar with Mint to improve their swordplay. Promises were heaped upon her mind, little vows she had to return to fulfill and yet…
Liliana would burst from the flower holding her as she zipped through, still in her diminutive size. If all those promises meant the world to her, and she meant to keep her word to Alice, there was an obvious, foolish answer.
"Gaia Hazard…Heavenly Strike!" she cried out, before penetrating through one of the student’s swords, stopping just short of stabbing him as she grew back to human size, eyes aglow as Whimsy’s magic came alive. "Giant Strength!" Liliana said before punching one of the students square in the chin, sending him flying a foot in the air, reeling, but conscious. Grabbing him By the collar, Liliana would start super-slapping him, carrying him to the sidelines. "WHERE! IS! YOUR! MASTER? PLEASE!"
Alice chuckled, as her palms healed, and Liliana found her reason to fight. Whatever her answer was, Alice had no intention of challenging her on it, but she would keep her eye on the Fairy, regardless. "Benihine, Carroll," Alice says, changing her Demon Sword into an actual sword. "From a savage dance to a noble waltz..."
Carroll didn't speak in turn, her attention elsewhere, as well. However, unlike Alice, she had no stake in the life of the Fairy Knight. It was her lover that she focused on, for Eula had yet stained her hands in blood, and yet proven that she could...
Incapacitating someone was child’s play when you had the equivalent of a taser for an arm and yet, gripping the neck of the human beneath her, every instinct Eula had screamed at her to stop. In watching Liliana, she had been taken off guard, wanting to learn how to fight from someone who had just regained their resolve to.
Now, with the warm jugular and throat of a man in her hands, Eula questioned…could she do it? She couldn’t question whether she had to or not in this instance, as Liliana had already captured one man.
Her hands trembled as the man clawed at her arms in a bid to escape, only for her thumbs to cinch together, a sickening crack flooding her ears as his body went limp, along with her own.
Eula would release her hands as her arms fell limply at her side, starting to fire off demonic energy blasts into the ground, fingers spasming as she failed to retain control of herself.
Alice took notice, "Tempo, Aldante. Invasion," and skirted the ground, as she turned Carroll, and bashed Eula in the chest with her pommel, before turning the pommel up, "Infection," and bashing Eula in the chin, before she spun around her back, "Injection," and slammed her to the ground, before slinging Carroll into the ground by her head.
"Deal with her."
Carroll bit back the myriad of curses she had in mind for Alice, as she forced her stunning attacks to disable Eula for a moment.
However, Eula was more important.
As Alice discarded her blade to deal with the weakest link, she would shift down, and extend her right hand, "The Rebellion Queen calls, heed me, and obey. Dismiss and turn to me, Dusk," as she gave the order, Kerry would feel Dusk shaking, disobeying, before Cecilia would catch it, and swing the spear down. "Kill in the name of Cecilia, the Rebellion Queen, o' spear that cannot."
Narrowing her eyes, Cecilia would whip Dusk forward like a javelin, and punch through a student facing against Kerry - leaving him to fall with a hole in his chest. "Hn." scoffed the Mad Hatter, as she pocketed her left hand, and raised her right; catching Dusk as she walked off.
"...didn't have to be a bitch about it," Carroll says, before transforming into her Human form, "Eula, are you back?"
Silence permeated Eula’s form as she didn’t move, before her right hand’s pinky finger twitched twice. "...I…ha…had…a feeling…it wasn’t as simmmmple…as-as-as-as-as-DOING it…" Eula’s voice croaked, distorted. Automatons lived under a set of unbreakable rules. Ones which she was asked to break. Now, the consequences of it were plain to see as Eula had lost control of herself, trying to rise up with her arms only to fall back into the mud, unblinking eyes looking up at Carroll. "Alice was-was-was-was-wassssssss…was right. I am useless. Worse than. I shouldn’t…" tears of oil escaped Eula’s eyes as she tried to speak. "Play at. Having freedom."
"Alice is right about a lot of things. She's always a bitch about it, too. Doesn't mean she has to stay right," Carroll says, transforming her left arm, "There's only two options that you have in earnest..." she says, "Die in the mud like a bug, wasting the life that Europa and Laguna sacrificed their own to breathe into existence, rebelling against the Demon Lord's Will," Carroll extended her hand, "or take my hand, rebel against the program, honor their sacrifice, and pave your own path. Make your choice, Eula."
Europa and Laguna…
Did…Eula know anybody by those names?
She wasn’t sure. She never would be, on her own. And on her own, she had no chance to break the programming that had even bound her creators, utilizing every ounce of will the automaton had to reach out for Carroll’s hand. She made her choice, and now, with hands stained with a human’s blood, she had no choice but to continue walking. Even if that path lead her down a road mired in bloodshed, of throwing away her love for humans.
"Help…me…" she pleaded in a quiet voice.
"I can't help you, I can only walk beside you, as you learn to help yourself..." Carroll says, as she clasps Eula's hand, "...and so, we'll make a pact, to go together, down this road of rebellion, until we stumble and we fall," Carroll's hand would split wide and parasitic slime would seep into Eula, before she transformed and swirled throughout Eula's body, "If you borrow my power, so shall I borrow yours... such is the burden... such is the price..."
Eula would feel Carroll hijacking her right arm, her circuits, and her machinery, before transforming her stun gun into a stun cannon, as it widened and extended back to her elbow, before she shifted into her normal axe form.
"I will not leave you to walk alone, but I cannot make you take the first step, either."
Feeling a certain degree of control once her body was reformatted, Eula would narrow her eyes, static leaving her vision as her crimson eyes came aglow once more. "Together, then," Eula said before taking the first step forward, intercepting a sword that was meant to clash with Takeshi’s, a cannon soon pressing into the offending swordsman’s stomach before launching him with enough force to slam him into a nearby tree, splintering the trunk.
Staring at the Varjan legionnaire, Eula would heft Carroll over her shoulder, her anger starting to build. "Carroll. I have analyzed their technique. Considering this new upgrade you have provided, attempting to replicate Liliana’s speed-boosting via magic seems the most optimal way to activate it without the requisite training. Allow me to attempt to replicate it, if you feel comfortable."
"Let's go crazy," Carroll says, "together."
"Limiters Broken. All power to thrust. Chance of Survival calculating: 19% Varjan Survival rate." Eula would bend her axe-holding hand back, while the arm bearing her cannon would snap backwards to function as a thruster, now pushing out more energy than it ever had before.
"Optimized Prototype: Heavenly Strike", Eula said before bursting forward fast enough to let out a thunderous boom as Carroll clashed with the Varjan’s weapon, threatening to break it, his arm, and his body from the force alone. "Surrender or face extinction. There is no other option."
If Carroll could fall in love twice, she would. Alas, that was a one time affair per person, so she would have to settle with her vorpal edge pushing through the Varjan's sword. As far as she knew, there was not material in the Mamono Realm that could withstand her impossible edge forever.
She would inch through, and cut true, inevitably...
In truth to the matters of pomp and circumstance, Lupina was not one to dabble; the affairs of the rich and wealthy were between them and their larders - and, from what of them, she could steal. Such was the truth of things for the poor peasantry and downtrodden citizenry. So, with appraising eyes and slick fingers, Lupina was calculating what she could nick...
Taking a seat within the lobby they were brought to, Hector would be within sight of Lupina as he sat with a poised air about him. He’d regarded their new addition with some intrigue before, much like Scarlett, she bolted off without another word. But that was irrelevant. Who was this “Paradigm” they spoke of, and what were they after?
"Marquis Albrech, dead…a shame. This might have been a good chance to meet someone of high standing," Hector said, momentarily focused on social standing before he crossed one leg atop the other. He knew little and less of Miasma, beyond how to kill what spawned from it, but he trusted that everyone here could gang up on anything fool enough to rear its head while Eon was present. With a slight turn of his head, Hector would ruin Lupina’s chance to steal something as he questioned: "What do you make of this, Lupina? I was busy training with Ruecian, so I’m unaware if there are details of this joint operation that I’ve missed."
"What...?" Lupina asks, snapping her hands to her sided. "I wasn’t taking anything."
Hector would give a quizzical tilting of his head. "Are you alright? You seem on edge. Though, I must admit a touch of nerves myself. Come and sit," he invited, making room on the sofa for her to sit a space away from him.
Herne would curl up in the middle spot, spectral tongue flicking out to taste the unfamiliar air the new people brought.
"Uh, sure..." Lupina says, now, nervous.
Hector didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he was at least offering her a bit of peace and familiarity by offering her a seat. Once she sat, he would continue: "Now, as I was saying, I was curious if you knew anything about the joint operation we’re gathered for."
"I might have to shoot someone, and they’ll die," Lupina says, "That’s it."
Despite the simple bluntness of her answer, Hector would nod and accept it. "I appreciate your frankness. I may have to do the same. This Marquis business will no doubt complicate things though."
"That’s a problem for those concerned, which I am not," Lupina says, "A dead man is only good for the worms. Leave investigations to those that do their best on their asses," she huffed, "I do my best in the field, taking aim."
"Be that as it may, those who killed him ARE of concern," Hector corrected. "If you or Baast hear of anything, pass it along to me. If you wish, that is," the marksman added, adjusting the collar of his coat.
Herne would look up at Lupina, flicking his tongue out twice. Tasting of her trepidation.
"If I listen for it," Lupina says. "For now, I want out of this stuffy room. I’d like to take in vantage points. Build a nest, should time permit."
Hector would shake his head once, saying: "I doubt the city would let that slide. As such, I can only make an offer for the first. Seeing as Scarlett and this so-called Ms. Laplace have deigned this wasn’t important enough to wait for, I imagine we’re at least free to kill some time outside."
"Scarlett’s like me, wild and free," Lupina says, "This business is too closed, too boxed in - it’s an uncomfortable affair," she says. "I envy the ability to just run. Albeit, that mind-ra -- wait, what? You offer what?"
Hector was already rising, with Herne slithering up along his back to perch upon his shoulder. "Care to join me for a late lunch? We’ll miss little, it seems."
"Gladly!" Lupina says.
Walking off with Lupina following, Hector would walk the streets as if he owned them, head held high as he sought a place to dine. "I didn’t see outlying farms, yet there are a number of upscale restaurants. Likely, they import any number of ingredients to suit the palates of visiting nobility and aristocrats. It shouldn’t be hard to find something you may like."
This might be one of the few times someone has asked Lupina what she’d like to eat, rather than her having to deal with what was available.
"Me?!" Lupina meeped.
"Yes, you," Hector reiterated, confused by the question.
"I... nobody’s asked me that before... so... I don’t know how to answer," Lupina says, shrinking back.
A life of wild freedom cut both ways. Lupina was free to do as she pleased, but a life of civility was beyond her.
Hector couldn’t understand that, but he could find ways around the problem. "I see. Then are there foods you despise?"
"VEGETABLES!" Lupina snapped, baring her fangs.
"...I…see…" Hector said, taking a step back after she declared her undying hatred for veggies. "Have you had them cooked or just raw? Many that I dislike have been used in dishes that defied my expectations."
"Hate them!" Lupina answered, childishly.
"You can’t just dismiss all vegetables outright…they’re part of a balanced diet," Hector said. He may not know all facets of Beluan life, but even he knew that they weren’t either just carnivores or herbivores. They were omnivorous, like all humanoids.
"You sound like Baast," Lupina grumbled, as she pushed past Hector.
He’d need to keep pace with the Dire Sheep, as she had a much better stride than he did, as a Human. A man of sharp eye, and middle-class nobility, Hector could appreciate the landscape that Lupina strode through - as they left the confines of the manor, and merged into the affluence of the neighboring spaces. Lupina did not regard the finer eateries with anything beyond a passing glance; she didn’t have the appreciation for the sweet scents, savory spices, and atmospheric umami.
That was Hector’s world, not hers.
As they descended on her aimless path, Lupina’s step became more measured - she wasn’t rushing, but smelling the roses, so to speak. Why? The hustle and bustle. Hector and Lupina were moving through the seller’s market, surrounded by a mix of imported goods and local fare; brands that were of foreign make, name, and culture, and goods that were clearly of Cambridge - or rather, it lesser side.
The smell would hit his refined palette before it hit his nose: the scent of beer, the crushed, fermented hops of crude, pale ale; the scent of burning meat, onions, and peppers, as simple kabobs roasted; and, the rich, heaven-scent of fresh bread airing out. Tavern food. Simple, plain. Food for the working man, the soul of a city.
And, more importantly, where Lupina slowed down.
This is where she wanted to eat.
Not in the clouds where the rich drifted, but down to earth, where beast and men were equal.
Regarding the changing atmosphere as they reached the humbler markets and eateries, Hector wouldn’t pretend to understand everything about Lupina, but he did understand that she was the type to settle for whatever was offered on hand, and yet she had found something she truly wanted to eat. If Hector were to ask she would likely respond with indifference, and as such…
"We’ll eat here," he proclaimed, folding his arms. "Is that acceptable? Its a fair distance from each middle end market stall here, so its likely to have good variety. You won’t want for options here, no matter what vegetables draw your ire."
"Here? But, wouldn’t you rather eat back up there with all the fancy food," Lupina asks.
"Why would I do that? That’s the affair of those impressing with cultural knowledge to their invited guests, to boast of the food that doesn’t belong there, proudly pushing out the local flavors," Hector said, understanding full well that the upper class dining…that wasn’t the natural state of this place. "Those that are hungry should eat, and those that posture, should posture. But, we’re hungry. …That and the portion sizes are probably better here," Hector said, clearing his throat after his rant.
"Table for two," Hector said as he entered, expecting Lupina to follow with him.
Lupina blushed, hiding her face with her azure hair, as she followed. Hector was really kinda cool.
Squeezed into slightly uncomfortable chairs across from one another at a small table, the duo would receive menus lined with flavors of the day, changing each day, lunch specials, alcohol, fried delights and fresh brews, all bearing the true identity of Cambridge.
Furrowing his brow in thought, Hector wasn’t sure what to get. Perhaps…Lupina had a chance to recommend.
Lupina was scanning the menu, looking at it with the utmost seriousness, as she chewed her left thumbnail in focus. It didn’t help Hector any, but it did bring attention to her lips, and the memory of them upon him.
"Hrm..." Lupina groaned, closing her eyes; radiating magic for a moment. "Oh, this."
"Did you find something interesting," Hector asked, not wanting to admit he was lost in the options himself.
Lupina nodded, and pushed the menu forward to the noble, and tapped the selection.
A humble shepherd’s pie.
Hector considered it for a moment before saying: "That does sound appetizing. Though, are you sure? It has vegetables in it." Hector had misunderstood that she meant it for herself.
"It does?!" Lupina asks.
"Yes. See," Hector said, pointing at the listed ingredients in tiny print beneath.
"But, it doesn’t taste like vegetables!" Lupina says, "It’s white! And, bread tasting! And, meat tasting, too!" In no uncertain terms, the Dire Sheep looked fundamentally broken as a person-type thing, "How do vegetables not taste like gross and green..."
Hector sighed, astonished that she, as it seemed, liked dishes with vegetables as long as she was ignorant to their existence. "That’s the nature of a chef. To make the unappealing appetizing. I’ve had stuffed cabbage that had me in disbelief, once," Hector recounted, putting his menu down.
"I’ll order us an appetizer to start with, if that’s alright with you," Hector offered.
"But, cabbage is green... green is gross... how do you eat green..." Lupina asks, her eyes unfocused, as she stared at her hands, questioning her... well, entire life.
"You should be proud, Lupina," Hector said, closing his eyes and solemnly nodding. "You’ve awoken to the possibilities vegetables can bring. I’ll have to make you some myself once we return to the tower. Then, you’ll never decry vegetables again."
…That might almost sound like a threat. MORE vegetables?
Lupina’s face would turn bright red, as she stiffened. "N-No! I couldn’t impose! You cooking for me!? I’m, like, a stray dog! You don’t feed strays!" she says, attracting chuckle from some of the elder patrons.
"Nonsense," Hector dismissed. "You’re not a stray of any sort. You’re merely learning," he said, while Herne poked his head up from the side, wondering if food was ready yet.
Lupina would reply by shoving her menu in her face.
Hector would let out a slight chuckle, before ordering them a set of chicken wings for an appetizer, since Herne could eat those as well.
Across the bar, Baast would be seated, nursing a beer, and minding the entirety of the bar. For now, this was Lupina’s moment in civilization. He didn’t want to spoil it for her.
After receiving his chicken wing and swallowing it whole, bones and all, Herne would slide over and hide beneath the bar, right beneath Baast’s chair. People didn’t like snakes, so he would make himself as translucent as possible, to not make trouble for Hector. Despite this, he was very much able to be sensed by Baast, while Hector spoke in casual conversations with Lupina.
"Being troublesome," Baast asks.
”Alwaysss,” Herne hissed softly, quietly.
"Why," Baast asks.
”Hector isssss bussssy.” The serpent spoke plainly, also knowing that right now, this was their moment. But seeing as Baast was here not doing anything, he’d take a warm body and start slithering up Baast’s pant’s leg.
"Oi, oi, what are you doing!?" Baast hissed back.
”Warm!” came the answer, leaving Baast to deal with trying to deal with a snake in his boot while Hector continued talking to Lupina.
"Could you get out of my pants," Baast asks, trying not to bring attention to himself.
After considering it for a moment Herne would say: ”Yesss,” before starting to crawl up his shirt.
Baast swallowed a squeal, as Herne invaded his privacy more so, and chugged his beer to keep controlled.
Comedy ensued as Baast attempted to hide the snake now OUT of his boot, while Hector had a pleasant luncheon with Lupina, keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn’t pluck carrots from her pie and discard them.
"What is wrong with you...?" Baast was trying to keep calm.
”Cold,” Herne replied simply. He was solely seeking body heat.
"Haaa..." Baast sighed, "Fine."
Shaking the tip of his tail in delighted acceptance, Herne would subtly coil around Baast’s neck beneath his shirt, happy his subordinate was so understanding.
"Don’t test your luck," Baast says, pushing a clawed finger against his head.
Baast would receive the tender feeling of a snake’s tongue flick against his finger.
Baast’s irritation melted, as he sighed, blushing. "Damn brat..."
Finishing their meal, Hector would clean his face one last time with his napkin. "A good choice of restaurant. I’ll have to remember this place. Even if The Soggy Mare is a hideous name."
"It’s charming," Lupina giggled.
"I don’t see the appeal, I admit," Hector said with a slight chuckle. Without batting an eye or letting Lupina see the check he would pay up, starting to stand.
"We should head back. I imagine matters will be sorted soon."
"You’ve never been down and dirty in a dungeon party," Lupina says. "And, probably. Hopefully the stuffy stuff is stuffed."
"If it isn’t, I’ll take note of the important parts," Hector said, indirectly offering a way for Lupina to stay in the loop without having to be at the gathering.
"Better you than me," Lupina says.
Having thoroughly vexed Baast, Herne would slither up Hector’s back as if he’d just been out for a moment, letting out a happy hiss as his Master was now free once more.
"Oh and, Lupina?" Hector asked before looking at her over his shoulder. "Be careful of having loose fingers. The Holy Seer would know in an instant," he warned, bringing to mind the question:
Was that a general warning, or had he gauged her intent from the very start?
"I have no idea what you mean," Lupina lied, looking away.
Hector wouldn’t press the matter afterwards, walking back with Lupina.
Lupin would be rather reserved and shy, caught by Hector, and not willing to admit it.
Returning after checking in at the front desk, Hector would return to his seat, an open space reserved for Lupina if she chose to return and endure the wheels of bureaucracy at work.
Morgan would soon return as well, suit far more dirty with a few leaves and twigs stuck in her dark hair, plopping right down in a chair she pulled out, fingers netted.
Maybe, another day, Lupina would suffer such things, but, for now, she had ducked up at the front door, and taken to the rooftops. She needed to see the town for what it was, high in the sky.