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World of Light

Primrose, Therion, & Pit

Level: 10 - Total EXP: 248/100 ------ Level: 7 - Total EXP: 302/70
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Level: 5 - Total EXP: 272/50
Word Count: 2985 (+3 exp)
Location: The Avenger

The hellpod had been a lot of fun, so when it was time to get back up into the air via fulton Pit was one hundred percent on board. He strapped the pack on quickly, practically bouncing up and down while waiting for Dawn to complete the short and simple explanation. When she deployed her device, the angel was right behind. "Woohoooooooooooo^{oooooooooooooooooooooo!}"

Being airborne had never bothered Pit, in fact it was something he wished he could be a lot more often. Obviously not every Seeker shared this sentiment. Some preferred to keep their feet firmly on the ground as much as possible. When Sandalphon first mentioned the travel method, Therion's features tightened into a small grimace. When Dawn demonstrated, he visibly paled. Some days it really felt like this entire adventure was designed to test him specifically; and really didn't appreciate it. Unfortunately for him, it looked like everyone else was willing to go along with it. He wouldn't exactly be able to refuse.

"Connect me," he told Sandalphon, his voice slightly strained. If he had to do this, at the very least he wanted all the life lines he could get. And he could do worse than an archangel. When she was finished with whatever magic she cast, the thief closed his eyes and ripped the cord from his pack to get it over with. Primrose waited a few seconds afterward just to make sure her friend was alright before she pulled hers as well.

It was a small mercy that the whole experience took only a few seconds. It was also easy enough for the Orsterrans to put behind them in the face of the futuristic flying machine they were currently inside of. As soon enough everyone was pulled on board and up and about, Dawn launched into an official welcome. The option for all of the Seekers to have their own rooms made it plain that the vessel was huge. Primrose's eyes were drawn to one of the maps of the interior; she was curious just how huge, but she also wanted to know where the dormitories were as soon as possible. The day wasn't over, but resting in private sounded particularly nice at the moment. If this place was to be their new base, she would certainly be claiming her own room. A room also appealed to Therion as a place to store some things at the very least, but truth be told he was more interested in the bar in the short term. But all that could come after the debriefing - and even that after they figured out what to do with all of the spirits they'd walked away from the Big Top with.

"I've been there, I can show you guys the way!" Pit said after Dawn brought up the Spirit Chamber. The route was only a little different than the first time he'd visited so he made it without issue, as did a majority of the others. "Huh, that demon isn't here."

Even without Vulgrim, with so many people and only so much room the inside was a little cramped. On that note Therion stood outside, close enough to hear Deadman's explanations. Once he got the gist he made to explore a little.

Inside, Ms. Fortunes reset and refusion was completed. Pit let out a soft 'ooooo,' impressed by the spirit technology. Primrose gave her friend a smile and a compliment. "It suits you very well. You look good."

From there, a swap-meet began. Without the knowledge that the spirits were basically just data, the whole thing would have been excessively morbid. The thought amused Primrose... but truth be told, she had no real plans for her own spirit usage beyond the one 'pity' she'd ended up with. As such she easily parted with her two other spirits, giving the boy to Roxas and the winged woman to Midna. She also needed to part with at least one Striker, if Deadman was to be believed. Weighing the options in her mind... she ended up depositing both Hippowdon and the Animus of Will. The latter she hadn't gotten much use out of thus far, and though the former had been with her almost as long as she'd been part of the mission she felt that she could afford to leave it behind for now.

She moved on to offloading many of her items as well, namely through use of Queen Sectonia's smelter. Her scarf, badges, gauntlet, enchanted accessories... all melted down to bestow their benefits to her directly. As she did this, she watched the spirit proceedings going on around her. Strikers being spiritbound, items being crushed into existence, and of course people taking their turn in the Resonator.

Pit was one of the latter. His rough rapport with the Koopa Troop made it easy to trade one of his spirits for one of Junior's, and Rika gave him another for free. Paying the kindness forward Pit gave the spirit of Marduk to Goldlewis when he was asked. Now he had seven glowing orbs, and intended to fuse with three of them. Throughout Pit's time spent with the Seekers of Light, he hadn't had much exposure to spirits. Well, to using them. He'd been around plenty. Whether it was holding on to one too long and discovering the time limit they had, being too busy to even think of collecting them let alone utilizing them, or the orbs being transformed into books... he'd never gotten use out of them, until now. When would there be a better time after all?

"Let's see how this goes," he said to himself, plugging the spirits in to the machine. All three appeared to be archers, which was Pit excelled at, and one even looked like an angel if the halo was anything to go by. He paid little attention to the buttons and switches on the machine itself besides what he'd seen others do, meaning that two were flipped one way and the remaining set the other. Only when Pit stepped inside did he start to feel a little anxious about the whole thing, but if things got weird then he could undo it all. With a nod he shut the door, letting the light wash over him as the Resonator fired up.

For Pit

Lolo (Cardiofusion)
This spirit confers the ability Wild Shot, a special flip shot that magically triples the host's current arrows but forces him to target a random opponent if there's more than one. This spirit also confers the weakness Cold Inclined, making the host more susceptible to (and uncomfortable when) overheating. He now cares a little more about the natural world, and is more fierce - especially in regards to protecting and avenging what he cares for.
Sethos (Cardiofusion)
This spirit confers the ability Shadow-piercing Shot, which empowers the host's arrows the longer the bowstring is pulled taut. Once fully charged, the arrows can pierce enemies, dealing Electro damage and applying on-hit effects to all those struck, and they don't suffer arrow drop, instead behaving like beams. This spirit also confers the Weakness Four Stars, making the host less desirable and impressive. He has gotten more laid back and is a better listener.
Adnachiel (Cerebrofusion)
This spirit confers the skill Bright, which not only makes the host literate, but a good student when it comes to learning and becoming proficient at new things. This spirit also confers the Weakness Lawbound. If the host uses his divine bow to shed the blood of an individual bound by the Law of the Sankta, he will become 'fallen', all but destroying his halo and wings while causing demonic physical traits to manifest and all divine weapons to reject him. He is now also more clever and considerate.

The Pit that stepped out of the machine was still recognizable, given the whole point of it was to smooth out fusions. He was a little taller now, though only by an inch or two. His hair was still brown and fluffy, though it was longer, reaching just past his shoulders and the nape of his neck in the roughest of jellyfish cuts. His fringe especially had lengthened in the middle, though it also curled upward slightly. The tips of his hair faded into different colors (some into white and some into blonde), and the two locks that fell on either side of his face had become short braids. In comparison to his hair, his eyes had changed a lot more: irises fading from his usual blue into electric green at the bottom, along with his pupils turning gold.

The fact that his outfit hadn't been altered in a crazy way was a relief to Pit. His chifon remained, though all of the red accents on it had become a dull purple - and his leather belt had morphed into a cloth sash of the same color. The sash was secured with a golden clasp in the shape of an hourglass, the same kind that had replaced the brooch on his shoulder and the buckles on his sandals... which had become closed toe boots with fur straps. The wool that topped them had also become the same type of fur, like that of wild animals. His scarf was the last piece to turn to fur, along with getting longer and its color dyed a dull orange. The sleeve worn on his left arm under his bracer had gotten longer, reaching his bicep, with a matching one now on his right arm as well. Both of them were capped, one by a gold band and the other by a dark kerchief. The singlet he wore beneath his robe increased in length, the legs going all the way down, and he'd gained a choker of the same color and material.

The most eye catching change out of all of them was the laurel wreath that he normally wore. It remained, and it hadn't changed in size or shape, but it now glowed a radiant gold as if it were an actual halo of his own.

The angel looked down at himself, twisting around to see any and all changes. He brought his wings in close to inspect them as well, though he quickly noted that they hadn't changed at all - still the pure white feathers he'd always had, which was another relief to something he hadn't even realized he might have an issue with. All the really mattered in the end though was that Lady Palutena could recognize him. "Heheh, not bad right?"

He made space for the next person, spiritbinding the golem Rika had given him in the process.

For Pit

Striker spiritbound:
Eaton
A formidable golem with a Light affinity and defense specialty. Eaton can perform slow but heavy punches, slams, and bashes on a 15s cooldown, which deal heavy blunt-force light-aspected damage if they connect. He can also use a knee strike (30s cooldown) that will provoke the typical enemy, turning its attention toward Eaten for 10 seconds (Eaton will not time out until the provoke expires). Once every five minutes, he can also use I'm Tough to dispel all debuffs on his host, then provide a damage-soaking barrier and debuff immunity for 20 seconds. Eaten has a special passive that reduces damage taken by the host by 30% while he is in use.

As for what to do with the last three spirits he had... there were still some things Vulgrim had mentioned that he was curious about. He felt a little dubious about dealing with the demon, but if he really had the kind of information he claimed to then it would be worth it for sure. Pit stashed the spirits, still in their capsules, for later. Then he pulled at his (now furry) scarf. The room was kind of stuffy now, what with everyone moving around and all the light shows.

"I'm gonna look around the Avenger some more. See you guys on the bridge!" he said, making his exit with a wave. He ran right by a couple of signs on the outside of doors along the hallway, too used to ignoring them to immediately realize they were no longer just squiggly lines.

Others had filed out as well after they finished their business. Left with only the spirit of the other dancer, Primrose would most likely follow suit. She wasn't sure if she needed to use either the Resonator machine or the Snaktivator for just the one, so she didn't. She lifted the orb to her forehead and gingerly pressed it in.

For Primrose

Tethys (Cerebrofusion)
This spirit confers the skill Memorize, which allows the host to memorize small details, as well as movements and patterns with very little exposure or repetition. This spirit also confers the Weakness Weapon Trilemma: Sword, which decreases the host's accuracy against (and increases the damage taken from) enemies wielding polearms; including spears, lances, halberds, javelins, scythes, and so forth by 15%. Her personality has become more personable even more observant.

Her own physical change was subtle. Her magicked dress remained the same, just as Nadia's outfit from Yuria had. The only change was in the shoulder pieces - the fabric that draped down from the feathers joined into one long piece, circling her back with each end fluttering down along her arms. Meanwhile a small ruby now adorned her forehead, and her huge ponytail had twisted itself into an impressively large braid. While the majority of her hair was still brown the red portion of it got a little bigger, leaving only a small section of blonde at the bottom of her new braid.

"There we go," she said, satisfied with the little change. She felt the top of the braid and pulled her hair forward to inspect it, finding it just as long as it had been but firmly tied. That make taking care of her hair a lot easier, which was a plus.

She did stick around a little longer just to see the results of everyone else's spirit usage, more curious than anything else (and so far, no one's changes had been as striking as Midna's). She moved to stand by a wall, making sure she wasn't in the way of anyone trying to get to the various machines. As she waited, she set the linkshell to produce more pearls just in case. She hadn't yet become a part of Sandalphon's network so she wasn't sure if the pearls would even be necessary once she was, but it didn't hurt to have extras.

As things were winding down, Therion reappeared. He poked his head inside the Spirit Chamber and then slipped inside, coming to stand by Primrose and watch the goings on.

"This place is huge," he told the dancer. They both had already figured that, so the fact that he'd said it meant it was even bigger than either of them had guessed. "Not that hard to get around though. Rooms are on the opposite side from here, but there's lifts to move people around quicker."

"Noted," she said. With a glance she could tell that he'd already picked one out for himself, since the majority of the large items he'd had were no longer on his person. Namely that silly umbrella, and the sword Yato.

Therion slipped passed her then, smelting some of his own items down, though most he kept as is on the off chance they could be worthwhile outside of just their effects. Between the two water spirits he thought he had, he turned one into a Striker which brought him up to two. He couldn't see himself stashing the junicorn anytime soon anyway. He'd gotten kind of attached that that ugly thing. Then, when the Resonator was free, he darted right over to it and claimed his turn inside. The other water spirit he plugged in immediately, and after a moment's hesitation he slotted in two more spirits as well. His goal, which he'd only half-told Midna about, was to make up for the weakness that the wraith's spirit had introduced to him. He hoped this would do the trick, and at the same time maybe he could shore up some of his own strengths too.

For Therion

Striker Spiritbound:
Nayan
A small, slow, and strong striker with a variable cooldown and a support focus. She has three moves, the first of which is a simple slow hammer swing that inflicts a lot of poise damage, liable to knock back or knock down struck targets. The second is Rolling with Spirits, a jump followed by hammer flurry that restores the host a little HP with every landed blow. The third (and ultimate) is Calling Spirits, which creates a spirit water well with a 30 foot radius that continuously slows enemies and heals allies in range, turning the tide for her team. These three moves have a 10s, 45s, and 90s cooldown respectively.

Sogetsu (Cardiofusion)
This spirit confers the ability Fugetsu, allowing the host to create an orb of water that acts as a projectile. It quickly slows down as it gets farther from its origin point, but by focusing he can control its movement from afar. On hit it bursts to deal concussive water damage. It lasts for just two seconds, and if he's hit while the orb is out, it dissipates immediately. This spirit also confers the Weakness Taint of Suija, which gives him an ego spike when he's at a significant advantage or his opponent messes up, making him more likely to waste time boasting or belittling his opposition. His personality has become more caring but also more reserved.

Cliffheart (Cardiofusion)
This spirit confers the ability Chain Hook, granting access to an empowered grapple that deals damage and ignores enemy size/weight to drag the target toward the user, as if the target were on ice. This can be used every six seconds, but only when an applicable grappling hook is equipped. This spirit also confers the weakness Exposed Hunter, decreasing attack and defense by 12% when an assailant targeting the host is in close proximity. His personality has become more energetic and friendly, while his dislike for cliffs and mountains has lessened thanks to Cliffheart's love of climbing them.

Fawkes (Cardiofusion)
This spirit confers the ability Silver Bolt, which allows the host to empower a projectile to increase its damage by 20%, and a further 40% if the target it hits is debuffed. This spirit also confers the Weakness Auto Battler, making the host more likely to zone out and fight without thinking in battles that don't interest him. His personality has gotten more straightforward, and he is more merciless especially against undead.

The thief was unconcerned about what he looked like, only interested in knowing if his plan had worked. He flexed his hands, noting that his gloves were now brown leather and had a fur lining. He didn't really feel more or less like falling into a pool would melt him, so... inconclusive. His ear flicked at the sound of a soft snicker though, and he looked up to see Primrose with her hand pressed to her mouth. Roxas, Ganondorf, Blazermate, Roland and Captain Falcon had come out just fine. Nadia, Midna and even Pit had looked good. Compared to all of them, Therion looked silly.

He glanced down at the changes. Besides the gloves, his boots also had a fluffy fur lining. His belt had turned to leather similar to his gloves, and they now held his poncho closed since it seemed to have split down the middle. It was also longer again, and darker with a blue lining. His clothes overall seemed to have gotten darker, now a muddy brown which wasn't doing him any favors. His undershirt was visible, but calling it a "shirt" now was kind of a stretch. The sleeves were gone and it looked more like a gi top than anything else. The bottom also had shrunk enough to expose his midriff. Plus his pants were now more like shorts, the cuff stopped at his knees. The fringe of his "poncho" had become checkered, and the same was true for his scarf which had mostly escaped the worst of the fusion changes. Now, it had a pattern of alternating black and purple squares.

"...wasn't this thing supposed to blend everything together better?" Even he had to admit that he looked ridiculous. Now he actually was grateful that Primrose had enough foresight to grab an outfit for him. It was probably still in his bag too. Therion pulled off his scarf and with a flick the new clothes appeared on his person, completely covering the patchwork get up his normal clothes had turned into. Then he wrapped the checkered scarf back around his neck where it could still cover up his mouth if he nestled down into it.

Without the distraction of a fashion disaster, his physical changes were much more apparent. He'd gotten a little taller and his hair had grown much longer, reaching a few inches down past his shoulders. It also had gotten fluffier, and was back to being mostly white - only fading into blue and then into black at the very tips. That included his ears and tail. The bangs on the left side were back to being long enough to obscure that part of his face, while on the other side a long lock of hair drooped down but a small greenish line of beads tied into the front prevented the hair from falling into the right side of his face. His eyes were still mismatched, though even more now - the covered eye retaining the chalky film over green iris while the other was clear but now more gray. Even mostly covered up it was clear he'd gained more muscle, enough that his bones no longer showed through his skin anywhere besides his torso. His skin also had a healthier look to it, having gotten paler but no longer having a blue tint... for the most part. The blue still remained in his hands and forearms. All in all, he looked a lot more put together.

Since he'd spent pretty much all of his tokens at the Orb Machine, he was still left with four. None of them looked that interesting to him as a summoned battle buddy, and since none of them looked very 'water' he wasn't even going to try fusing. They'd all be turned into items, though before he got started Primrose tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the spirit of the blonde noblewoman with wings and horns.

"May I?"

He shrugged, turning it over to her. Although Primrose did consider fusing with her, ultimately she decided to go right back up to the recommended maximum striker limit.

For Primrose

Striker Spiritbound:
Noble Succubus Bianca
A refined blademaster with a 30s cooldown who wields a huge two-handed thrusting sword to deal precise but heavy damage. Her moves include a strong delayed impaling thrust, rapid stabs, a parry that can deflect a physical attack, or a sword wave that inflicts ice damage. She also has a special passive: if she's struck she immediately disappears, but boosts her host's attack by 30% for 3 seconds while simultaneously nerfing her attacker's attack by 30%.

Now she was well and truly done. After Sectonia's fusion results (which also earned her a compliment from Primrose, as it had come out very regal and pretty looking), the dancer went to go claim a room of her own. Therion remained, dealing with the last of his spirits while everyone else finished off with theirs as well.

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World of Light

Primrose, Therion, & Pit

Level: 10 - Total EXP: 245/100 ------ Level: 7 - Total EXP: 299/70
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Level: 5 - Total EXP: 269/50
Word Count: 1327 (+3 exp)
(+ various collab exp, - friend heart)
Location: Carnival Town, Sandswept Sky

Primrose stretched her arms over her head briefly and retied her ponytail once the games were done, making sure she looked as put together as always once she exited back into the lobby. This had been a productive day - slaying a Guardian, picking up a new outfit, relaxing in a spa, and then playing games to limber up again. It was enjoyable. Taking even just one afternoon to unwind after all the fighting they had to do was well worth it, and the dancer probably wasn't alone in thinking that.

Therion hadn't said it, but he did find that the mingames had been fun for the most part. Now though his eyes flicked to the woman approaching the group, and Primrose followed his gaze. She was unfamiliar to them, but given Sandalphon and several other Seekers appeared to know her they figured she was a part of the team in one way or another. The woman informed them all a consul sighting nearby, ushering everyone to finish up in Carnival Town so that they could get out of their path. Wisely, Sandalphon mentioned that they shouldn't waste time with fusing, binding, or crushing their results from the Orb Machine before she took first in line. Now that the two contingents of Seekers were united again, they'd be moving as one onto the mysterious air ship soon.

Before that, there would be a lot of meandering in the lobby while everyone queued up to spend their tokens.

Pit had gone outside with Captain Falcon, his intention to free the man from Galeem's glow obvious. Therion had seemed to realize something and staked out the Orb Machine, paying close attention to every spirit that came out of it. Finally, Primrose was headed over to the prize counter. But before she went, she donated two of her tokens to Blazermate (and brushed off the loaded nickname afterward), and then recouped them from Therion.

She held her palm out to him, drawing his attention from the Orb Machine to her. He raised an eyebrow.

"I'll pick out some clothes for you, so give me a few tokens," she explained.

"...? What are you, my mother? What's wrong with what I have?"

"Trust me, you'll thank me later."

With an exasperated sigh he pressed two coins into her waiting hand, and before he could change his mind the dancer weaved through the group towards the counter.

Given how long her hair had gotten, the dancer considered a cut. However since it was still manageable, she decided to peruse the outfits instead. The dress she'd gotten from Yuria was tailor made for her; she liked it and planned on keeping it, but it wasn't an outfit for every situation. Primrose had neglected to pick up a swimsuit earlier when Nadia had gotten one, and she found no lack of them up for grabs here. She selected one she thought was cute that came with a sheer sarong and matching sandals.

She noticed that most of the outfits seemed to have specific themes. There were uniforms of various occupations and stereotypical looking clothes of various hobbies in a couple different color schemes, just to name a few. There were dancers garments too, which drew her eye. Many looked similar to the ones she normally wore back in Orsterra, but a few stood out. One of them, with a long sleeved short coat and long ruffled dress, seemed like it would be perfect for cold weather. She took it and continued looking.

"Hmm~" She didn't see much else that interested her, or that she thought she would need. Her dress was good for both warm and temperate weather, and armor was an automatic no. She glanced around at what other people were buying, especially those she was closest with, to give her more ideas. Ultimately she stuck with her two selections, and two more for Therion: an alternate colored set labeled as "sneakthief" and a winter set which claimed to be for scouting.

With that done, she made her way back to the Orb Machine. Therion had just stepped away from a brief conversation with Midna, a whole host of spirits in his possession. With 11 tokens to spend and all but 3 used on random chance, he came away with... a man with the traits of a mythical lion (which he'd gotten in a trade with Geralt), a stylish woman with rabbit ears, a winged and horned noblewoman, a girl wielding a large hammer, a woman with a device affixed to her teeth, a sporty looking catgirl, a spooky marksman, and a martial artist... after giving one of his rolls to the Twilight Princess.

"Here." Primrose handed the packaged outfits she'd picked for him over, and then it was her turn to raise an eyebrow when he had the gall to scrutinize them. Still, at the very least he said, "Thanks."

They swapped places, Primrose taking her turn at the machine after Midna while Therion stowed most of the motes of light he'd gotten. Some he took another, closer look at. He was going to take his chances with some of these later, and if things went wrong then... at least there was that weird orb for resetting everything back to square one.

With only three tokens left, Primrose didn't occupy the machine for very long. Ultimately she ended up with... a steam powered boy, a battle dragon in the shape of a woman, and a red haired dancer.

By that time, Pit and Captain Falcon's match had come to an end. Pit bounced back into the big top quite pleased with himself. Whether the famous pilot would join them was never really in question, someone just had to free him - buuuut since Pit had been that person, he still felt accomplished.

There were still a couple of people waiting for their turn, but the line was all but gone. With 8 tokens burning a hole in his pocket, the angel joined in to wait. For about a six seconds, then he curiously poked around the hair stylist and the gift shop without any plans to spend his tokens on them - until the person behind the prize counter pointed out an outfit set specifically for Angel Pages. Normally, Pit would refuse a different set of clothes. His chifon was his uniform, and he was proud of it. But if he was going to get stronger by eventually fusing and that uniform was altered, then... maybe having something identifiably angelic was the next best thing.

When it was his turn at the Orb Machine he spent everything else he had on spirit rolls. It was kind of fun to see the different kinds of spirits he got, and even if he didn't use them maybe someone else could. And there was also Vulgrim, he guessed. After the final turn of the knob, Pit walked away with... a grizzled solider with an eyepatch, a friendly looking redhead, a muscular woman, a diminutive aristocrat, a spunky elf, a charismatic archer, and a young hunter.

It was getting down to just about everyone being ready to leave. The Avenger awaited, and their next destination, awaited. And although personally Pit agreed with Ganondorf (Ganondorf of all people!), he was fine with leaving the Consul alone for now. He was itching to get back into the air, and to try and convince the crew to set course for Skyworld. The sooner, the better. While the last few finished up, another newcomer loudly declared her plans, which... were a little confusing as to whether she planned to strike out on her own or join the team. Ms. Fortune had destoried her, so probably the latter?

"Do you wanna come with us?" Pit asked the street fighter, arms bent at his sides. "'Cause it seems like you wanna come with us. You could just say that!"

And if she did, that would mean two new allies. Who knew minigames could be so productive!

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