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Expedition to Isekai

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Masato's stomach was growling something fierce during the prep and cooking phases of the evening. There was going to be a ton of food, but between everyone including the gluttonous Awakened? They could probably eat through most of it. Masato himself felt like he could take out a good chunk of the stock alone.

He sat with his knees drawn up close to his chest to futilely muffle the sounds of his stomach. Many a time he'd reached out to lend a helping hand to the dissection, only to be all but pushed back to "rest" beside Kanamori. It felt good that he'd actually been helpful, there was no arguing about decisions or the like this time, but he hardly felt he deserved to kick back while everyone else was working. At the very least they still came to him when they needed a steady hand. He still had his dexterity, despite everything.

He'd noticed a while ago that Kanamori was feigning sleep. She probably still blamed him, in part, for Higasa's death. Maybe she expected a lecture. But he wasn't going to take responsibility for that, so he let her pretend to be unconscious. When Todokawa had unexpectedly showed up with her, it had fucked with Masato's emotions. Firstly he was shocked to see the both of them, and glad they were still alive of course - even Oros, though she may have thought otherwise. Kanamori had been in a bad state and might have died if Todokawa hadn't found her. Maybe it was the same for Kogen, and they were too late now? Or maybe his armor was doing a much better job of protecting him and he was doing fine on his own.

Between then and the dinner bell he'd had time to tangle with those thoughts and ultimately let them sink down into the depths of his brain where they hopefully wouldn't disturb him. He couldn't keep worrying about the other boy when there was the entire rest of the class to look after. Speaking of, at some point he'd gotten up to disturb the blood and scent trails that he and Todokawa had dragged in. The less chances of leading something to camp, the better. After dinner, he resolved to have a chat with her.

When it was time to eat he ended up close to where he started, next to Kanamori and Kondo. He was ravenous at that point, with no qualms about eating more than his share. They had a mountain of meat still to go through anyway. It was kind of a miracle to be eating hotpot in a place like this, and the taste compared to the stuff they'd been eating the last two days? Sublime.

"S'good," he said, and though he was much too busy eating to put his hands together he did managed a quick "thanks for the meal." As far as their time in the Otherside so far, things were going good at the moment. Until, "I got something to say."

Masato glanced up at Asahi. A speech? That was unusual for him. Or was it? After connecting via the pink haired boy's threads, Masato knew that much of Asahi's personality was actually just a persona he put on. He listened curiously to what his fellow councilman had to say, but by the end of it he hadn't liked what he heard. A familiar frown and crinkle in his brow appeared on Masato's face.

"Asahi..."

Once again he found himself of the same mind as Stewart, but unlike him Masato did at least swallow his food before speaking. He nodded his head at Stewart's words and then chimed in himself.

"You already saw what can happen if one of us Awakened goes off alone," he said, a bit coldly, indicating Kanamori beside him. He knew she was awake, if she had a problem with his using her as an example of a bad idea then she could sit up and say something about it. Masato looked up at the mountain Asahi pointed to. "If you're seriously worried, then you're taking someone else with you when you go to check it out."

World of Light

Word Count: 1301 (+6 exp)
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 199/50
Location: Dystopiascape

Ultimately Pit didn't concern himself with the Moebius' dying words. At best the man was misguidedly evil, but if there was any meaning to parse from those words he'd leave it to the smarter members of the group. Though he did briefly wonder what Palutena would make of all this, that train of thought was forgotten as soon as they found Giovanna safe. Pit waved to the martial artist, then she was quickly out of sight as the Seekers proceeded into the Guardian's chamber.

The arena was an incredible blend of sci-fi and magic, but nothing drew Pit's attention more than the hulking machine sitting in the center of the room. It was a huge winged robot! Its shiny chrome and gold bits combined with the white and blue paint job further enhanced its appeal, giving it a cooler, almost divine look. And the lights on its front that resembled a face...

"I think it looks really cool!" Pit said, refuting Sakura's comment that it was ugly. Not that his opinion was going to stop them from destroying it.

I wonder how this thing measures up to the Great Sacred Treasure? the angel thought to himself, hopping onto the platform it stood on. There was no way something artificial like this could stand up to the work of Dyntos, right? But if it was even comparable, then the Seekers were in for yet another hard fight. At least this one was expected, rather than sprung onto them.

Little did they know how much harder it was about to get. The area's other Consul sped into the arena, delivering yet another surprise.

"How come they got a free ride?" he mumbled. Upon learning just who it was that joined them in the Guardian's chamber, and what their goal was, Pit grew more serious. So Luka's brother really had something like this in mind the whole time? And Nox, the person they'd been warned about...

He would have told Nox off for his actions (if he knew what he was doing was evil, why do it in the first place?), but as soon as the robot had goaded them into trying to stop him the former Secretary of Absolute Defense had charged in - meeting a shockingly quick end. Pit gaped for a split second as his mind rushed to catch up with what had just happened. "Goldlewis!!"

Pit dashed into battle toward Nox's group a beat behind the others, but a beat was all it took - with Tycoon activated it swung its massive arm across the area and caught Pit in its path. He turned to see the metal coming toward him, his head buzzing with thoughts of how to deal with imminent impact. With his recent gambles not entirely paying off, Pit hedged his bets and leapt up as high as he could, using his wings to go farther while he quick summoned the Orbitar for as much defense as possible. But the shield wasn't strong enough to completely stop Tycoon's swing, and Pit was about a second too late to completely clear it either. The Orbitar mitigated some damage before it disappeared but otherwise was unable to stop its wielder from being flung across the arena. He slammed into the wall and fell, landing dazed on a pump. He struggled to clear his head at first; he hadn't taken a hit like that since fighting literal gods! When he did pick himself up, shaking off the pain and leaping the gap back to Tycoon's platform to rejoin the fight, he found the battle evolving quickly and lethally.

From the robotic parts that had flown off from the Guardian, lasers seemingly frozen in place were finally released. They crisscrossed over the arena all of a sudden, forcing Pit to throw himself to the side to avoid one of them. For once he cleanly recovered, rolling through the impromptu earthquake Karen released then popping back up onto his feet to finish speeding into battle.

Everyone - the Seekers, Tycoon, Nox and his allies - was engaged in the fight. It was a chaotic tangle, everything from fist fights to exchanges of magic going off in a relatively small section of the arena all while Tycoon bared down on the two teams fighting over the chance to take its spirit. Pit didn't even have a spare moment to admire the draconic form Sandalphon had mentioned to him before, if he didn't want to be struck with a stray projectile or another swipe of Tycoon's arm.

It was the Guardian that Pit chose to focus on at the moment, firing upon it constantly. Light arrows flew as fast as he could fire them, striking all over the machine and searching for any place that Pit guessed might be a weak spot. Maybe it didn't even have one, as armored as it was. Still, this was their mission. On the off chance they could take it down before overcoming their opposition, one of them could snag its spirit and the fight would be all but won. Pit had been bouncing around while firing to avoid what he could when he could, and was doing a good job of it until he felt something strike his right shoulder. It wasn't very painful until the second hit, which hit his right wing. Instinctively Pit jerked away and pulled his wing in, spinning around to see what was hitting him. Only then did he note some very important changes: Nox's party size had apparently increased, as their were three extra copies of the boy with them... and Blazermate and Roxas were nowhere to be seen.

No way! Did they...?! After everything this group had survived through just today, was it actually possible they'd lost three members in such quick succession? Pit's heart was sinking, but he steeled himself before despair could even threaten to take him.

It was Mephisto firing into the Seekers that had struck him. Pit thought he might have heard their archangel call the boy out as the enemy healer, and right now he was running unchecked around the battle. It was time to switch priorities - clearly Nox and his team were way too dangerous to leave for after the Guardian, even with the disadvantage they had in numbers.

Pit dismissed his bow, replacing it with the rainbow orb that would becoming his Breaking Palm. He closed his fist around it as soon as it appeared, willing it to adhere to his skin as quickly as possible. As soon as it did and the chromatic marks traced their way up his arm, he opened his hand back up and unleashed his assault. Much faster and more homing than his arrows, the energy shots from his Palm could chase down even the slipperiest of foes. Since Pit couldn't tell the difference between the real Mephisto and the fakes he targeted them all - shimmery rainbow energy blasts spreading out and driving toward their targets at speed. They zipped through the arena and struck each copy of Mephisto, and then kept coming. Each of the four grunted upon being hit and attempted to outrun the rest, but it was a veritable barrage of light which they were unable to escape.

Without much of a health pool, the shots from Pit's Breaking Palm chewed through the copies with sheer numbers despite their relatively low damage individually. And with the original revealed, all of that fire could be focused on him.

"There's no way we'll lose!" Pit shouted to the room at large. They couldn't if they wanted to free the world, and avenge the sacrifice of their friends. Reaffirming himself, Pit fired everything at Mephisto. He could still move about the battlefield and dodge Tycoon as he did, using dashes to send larger, more powerful dash shots along with the rapid fire.

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World of Light

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Level: 10 - Total EXP: 177/100 ------ Level: 7 - Total EXP: 228/70
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Word Count: 1196 (+6 exp)
Location: The Under

At this point, F's taunting felt very empty - and because he was unwilling to confront the Seekers himself, the way to the area's Guardian was now completely unobstructed. Seeing as she'd be needing it soon, Primrose didn't stow her weapon. She stabbed the butt of the shaft into the ground below and took a deep breath, composing herself as the others decided how to deal with the spirits of former allies. So long as she kept thinking of them as the Masters of Masters had described, how she had with her own spirit last night, the thought of using them didn't seem as bad - no where near fighting the people themselves. Even so, she had no interest in taking any for herself.

Therion felt the same, just sighing when it was all over. He had a deep wrinkle in his brow that wouldn't disappear anytime soon. He turned to look at Kamek and Junior while Primrose chuckled at Nadia's taunting of the absent Consul.

"Think about it from his point of view. He probably thinks he could beat us, but he's seen what we've accomplished - if he slips up, there's a chance he dies. He's interested in self preservation, so with all of us together? Trying is too dangerous." F was a prick, but he was playing this smart. While trying to do his job (which they all assumed was to protect the Guardian) he'd thrown deadly problems at them, and when that didn't work he tried something that could have broken the spirits of a weaker team. And it had all been without putting himself in harm's way.

In Therion's opinion, the consequence of F failing must not be dire enough for the Consul to really risk his life. F had to know there was a chance the Seekers destroyed the Under's Guardian even if he assumed they'd fail, but since he wasn't here fighting them himself, protecting his own life came to first above any duty. At least Therion could relate to that for the most part. Whatever the Consul's reasoning, the fact was he wasn't there to stop them anymore.

The Temple of the Black Egg had been imposing before, and was even more so now. When the hard won masks were fit into place and the door burst apart, letting a terrible cry from whatever was sealed within echo toward them, Primrose glanced at the other Seekers. Naturally, she found not a one hesitating to step forward.

At the end of the glowing path they found what they'd come here for. One of Galeem's Guardians, and the source of the Under's infection. It was bound, just as the Sandswept Sky's Guardian had been, but it was wholly different from the Red Eye that Primrose and Therion had fought before. Though on the surface it seemed a much more straight forward problem to deal with both Travelers knew wouldn't be any easier than its akrid counterpart.

Primrose tightened her grip on her lance. Nearby, Therion drew his stinging dagger and prepared for battle. This is it.

The fight came at them fast; almost as soon as their target hit the ground it lunged for Bowser. Without missing a beat, the Travelers got down to business themselves.

Primrose opened as she usually did when there were so many allies around - with a dance. She started off with the dance of seduction on herself, then quickly transitioned into the Mole Dance while the Koopa Troop were holding the Hollow Knight down. With buff from their dancer in place, a debuff from one of their thieves was soon to follow. Since Primrose had increased the party's defense, Therion went in to perform the opposite on the vessel. He darted close to tag it with Armor Corrosive, dodging a wide, wild slash as he got back out again.

It was when things were really getting going that Kamek shouted out his findings.

Underground, behind a sealed door, inside of a monster... how many layers of locks are there? Primrose thought, hoping that with the Dreamcatcher as the key this would be the last one. But to weaken the vessel without destroying it?

"Much easier said than done," she said. It was difficult to keep deadly, dangerous things alive without serious risk - much more difficult than simply killing them. They just had to hope that the Dreamcatcher would force the creature into slumber, like Robin's magic had to them.

She cast Fire Orb to draw its attention, and while the spell burst into flames against its body Therion circled around into what he thought was a blind spot. He dashed in with his blade at the ready - but it snapped its masked face toward Therion and shifted its stance inhumanly fast. Its nail was held high in one hand, but pointed toward the ground. It was unlike any parry stance Therion had seen, so he didn't realize what was happening until it was already over. His dagger struck the nail, causing a bright flash just before the Hollow Knight followed through with its riposte and sent Therion flying with a gash drawn through his torso. He hit the ground some distance away, managing to pick himself up after a couple rolls. He clutched at the wound, hoping it wasn't as bad as it felt. Thankfully the vessel hadn't chased after him, as it was currently engaged in battle with Primrose.

She had lashed out with her lance after the Hollow Knight's parry, stabbing it and setting the cold flames to it as many times as she could. Her approach was different from Sectonia's - they couldn't afford to go easy on this thing even if they weren't trying to kill it.

Primrose summoned the dark lance in her Rites of Termination, hoping to pin the creature down if even for a few seconds. The magic lance materialized midair and struck, just missing the vessel as it pulled back from Primrose in order to better line up its next attack. The waves of dark energy that rolled off of the construct didn't seem to phase the Hollow Knight; it slashed at Primrose three times in quick succession. Tearing through her guard, it advanced with her even as she retreated. Thinking quickly to stop its onslaught, Primrose took her lance in one hand and cast Warmth with the other. The Baldur Shell protected her from the Hollow Knight's next slash, giving her the chance to heal herself and retaliate. She got one good stab in before the knight too changed tactics.

The vessel let out another cry and leapt high into the air. It seemed to swell, its body glowing brighter as it let loose more globules of infection. The infection rained down over the entire area, threatening everyone present.

Therion had made his way back to the front line, but pivoted to take cover behind one of Sectonia's gold antlers when the rain of infection began. He fetched some crystal darts from beneath his shawl, preparing to pop out and throw once the vessel came back to ground. Primrose conjured a boulder with her stone gauntlet as a makeshift shelter, launching it at their foe when its attack was over.

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