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World of Light: the Endless Now

Word Count: 919 (+2 exp)(-5 friend heart)
Level: 7 - Total EXP: 181/70
Monday Evening.
Location: Skyworld, above The Sandswept Sky

His friends had probably seen a lot of Pit over the week, even if only in fleeting glances as he ran to and fro around the temple and the front lines. Since arriving in Skyworld, Pit had readily thrown himself back into his life's calling: serving the Goddess of Light. Sure, he was a little different now - a bit taller, hair a bit longer with a couple of braids at the front, some color and wardrobe changes, and even some personality changes too - but he was still Lady Palutena's personal angel. And since he was no longer her only angel, he felt he had to prove to her that he was the best of them. He was captain of Palutena's guard, and resumed command of a swath of her army, which no longer was made up of only Centurions. And while at first he'd been running mundane errands for her on top of strategy meetings and fighting back the corruption, as the battles grew more fierce he dedicated himself completely to Skyworld's defense. His battle prowess, protective ferocity, and the earnest way he led his troops inspired faith in him in otherwise skeptical angels who had only heard about him before and were less than impressed with him at first.

The Seekers got to see a whole new side to the childish multiverse veteran they'd come to know. He'd tried to keep touch with them all as much as possible, especially since they were helping protect his home, but with how crazy everything had gotten with the corruption it was hard to get together sometimes. Early on, he had requested their help with one thing: freeing Lady Palutena from her Gleaming state. Specifically in making sure no one interfered while he did it himself, and be willing to step in if he failed. Even though Pit had fought Palutena before, once for fun when she joined in tournaments and once for real when she was possessed by the Chaos Kin, the battle had been rough. The Goddess of Light wielded divine power far beyond what she limited herself to in exhibition matches, and had taken full advantage of her angel's unwillingness to hurt her. Fortunately, he hadn't needed to really win against her - just weaken her enough to free her from Galeem. Thankfully, he'd succeeded. Besides when they all arrived together, that occasion had been the only one when all of the Seekers were present together at the same time... save for right now.

"Everybody ready for this?" he'd asked as the others gradually came to join him at the Crystal Spire. As for himself, he was very optimistic about their push to rid the islands of the corruption once and for all. He'd fixed each of his friends with a smile, and tried to offer some encouragement to Midna since she seemed a little on the gloomy side.

"If this is what Lady Palutena thinks is best, we have to trust her. She's always on the side of the greater good. Besides, this always happens when you corner the bad guys. And we can deal with whatever comes next, if something happens."

While they oversaw the gathering of their forces, a new face joined them - a woman in all red with a crown of curved horns upon her head. She seemed a sensible type, introducing herself as Edelgard - although with her last comment, the feathers on Pit's wings puffed up slightly and he crossed his arms. It almost sounded like she was gonna be testing him or something. Pit was confident in his skills, and he also knew that nobody was more committed to serving Lady Palutena than he was. Rather than reply immediately though, Pit instinctively reached out with his thoughts. Once Palutena had been freed, she had restored the telepathic connection between herself and her angel. It was second nature for Pit to rely on the comforting presence at the back of his mind as much as Palutena relied on Pit to enact her will - and after a moment's delay the goddess shifted her attention to Pit, and answered his silent question of who even is this girl?

That's Edelgard, Empress of Adrestia, an empire on a continent known as Fódlan. She's been a real asset here in Skyworld though. She commands a mean battalion, and that axe of hers, Aymr, is custom-made.

Whoa. So she's really strong?

Yup. On top of that, she's the bearer of not one, but two Crests.

Crests?

Where she comes from, Crests are like divine blessings, passed down through a hero's bloodline. Although, Edelgard's Crests are... They seem a bit off.

Huh, I guess you would know all about how they work if they're bestowed by a god. But what's different about hers?

It's probably not appropriate for me to say. I might have let a few spoilers slip out already.

Really?! Come on Lady Palutena, you know I hate spoilers!

Hehe, sorry Pit. Anyway, just be glad she's on this goddess' side.

He felt the buzz of Palutena's telepathy fade, though her connection to him still held strong. Now that he had a little bit of info about her, and apparently how helpful she'd been to Palutena, Pit felt less defensive. She probably really meant what she said, and he did like being called captain. He unfolded his arms, eventually grinning at the woman.

"Good, 'cause you'll have a front row seat!" he said. Everyone would, since he planned to lead the charge.

For Pit

New Ability: Lolo's Lightstrike.
Allows Pit to imbue his weapons and arrows with elemental light, turning them yellow and dealing light-aspect damage in addition to their regular damage. The elemental damage increases in proportion to how ranged shots are fired; stronger charge or dash shots also deal increased light damage.

New Ability: Sethos' Thundering Sands.
An evasive technique that gathers the might of thunder at Pit's feet, dealing a burst of Electro damage in an area around him as he quickly skates backward. If this ability triggers an elemental reaction, Pit recovers a little energy.

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World of Light: the Endless Now

Word Count: 933 (+2 exp)
Level: 11 - Total EXP: 162/110
Monday Evening.
Location: Meridi-at-Han, Forbidden Kingdom
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These last few days getting familiar with the mesa city-state known as Meridi-at-Han had been a spirited affair. Pleasant too, for the most part. The massive city was sunny and colorful, warm shadows cast by tall clay and stone buildings vibrantly painted and decorated with cloths and flags. Being up so high winds kept the city cool enough that the humidity rising from the jungle and savanna below it were tolerable, as well as pushed fragrant aromas through the streets. The city was primal but not primitive, and lively both during the day and at night. The vibe and aesthetic appealed to Primrose's sensibilities. And of course, she appreciated the culture of dance that was on display daily, on street corners and in elaborate halls.

Being a dancer herself, Primrose had no trouble immersing herself in it all. Not long into her stay she had tucked away the beautiful dress Yuria had made for her and donned something closer to her usual look, which helped her blend in. She was a tall woman, toned and completely humanoid, with a ruby adorning her forehead and a huge braid tied at the back of her head. She had no scales or horns like a portion of the city's populace, but even so she stood out a little for two reasons: the first was that she was a beauty. Light clear skin, long lashes, dark green eyes like emeralds, and a mole by her mouth, she turned heads near everywhere she went. The second reason was that her skill was a cut above many other dancers. She had danced for most of her life, for pleasure and for business, both in order to survive and in order to assure her vengeance. Here in this patchwork world, she'd been able to see the skill of other dancers first hand and pit her own against them, coming out on top. She was good at what she did, and so when she took to the streets and taverns of Meridi-at-Han as an independent dancer, she found no lack of funds, fans, and facts about the city, eagerly given by locals wanting to get to know her.

That was all well and good, but the information she was really after still eluded her. Leads on the Guardians of these areas, what they were or where they could be found... no one knew anything of the sort. That didn't come as a surprise to Primrose - the Guardians of the Sandswept Sky and the Underground had both been hidden away, confined to some prison that they'd needed Organization XIII to point out for them. Still, she had learned some interesting things; about the Consuls of the area, the functional 'capital' of the Forbidden Kingdom and its four kings, and more.

"Hey there Primrose!"

Speaking of more, that voice was a recently familiar one to her. Primrose had been descending from a high area in the city, making her way down towards the lively merchant quarter, but she turned when she heard her name. A young woman in tribal attire jogged down the stone path and kept pace beside the dancer. Kayna was a friendly face around town whenever she showed up. She'd first come to Meridi-at-Han like many before her to gain some understanding with the people that hunted and killed monsters, and found herself enjoying her time in the city enough that she made visiting a regular thing. She lived in the wilderness far below, and was happy to talk about all kinds of things that could be found in the jungles and the frontier. Roaming creatures, a witch that was a little too into dead things, and of course... a gigantic, everlasting omelette just sitting there on the Tyrannian Plateau. Primrose gave her a small smile.

"Today's flavor?"

Kayna grinned. "Spicy red pepper."

The two of them had starting talking after a chance meeting, complimenting each other's similar hairstyle. From there they went from strangers to acquaintances. Primrose couldn't truly call Kayna a friend, but she was nice to chat with. The two of them struck up an easy conversation as they walked, stopping only when Primrose noticed Goldlewis sat at a cantina nearby. He was a hard man to miss after all. As the women followed the path that took them closer, Roland surprisingly turned up as well.

Primrose had mostly kept to herself over the week. She didn't think Roland or Goldlewis were bad guys or anything, but... she still hardly knew either one of them. Rather than collaborate with them in the city she'd gone her own way, and it had worked out. The same was probably true for the both of them as well. If Roland and Goldlewis had met up to exchange information before tonight she didn't know, but since it had been a while since she spoke to them (and she could actually hear Kayna's stomach growling from the alluring smells of the dishes), Primrose steered the both of them toward the tavern.

"I hope you ordered enough for us," Primrose said, making her voice playful and silky smooth as she stepped onto the tavern's patio and approached the pair. Getting the sense that Primrose knew the men in some form (or otherwise just wrangling them some free grub), Kayna played along, putting her hands on her hips and smiling at the two - until she was quickly distracted, looking at the area below and the tents being set up. "Oh! Isn't that...? That traveling circus?"

Primrose glanced in the direction Kayna was looking. A traveling circus all the way up here? That was intriguing...

For Primrose

New Skill: Tethys' Beloved Dance.
Empowers Primrose's dancing and allows her to reinvigorate allies whom she dances for. Allies she performs for are granted another chance at action, restoring part of their stamina in addition to the regular effects her dancing bestows.

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World of Light: the Endless Now

Word Count: 1211 (+2 exp)
Level: 10 - Total EXP: 81/100
Monday Evening.
Location: Mafia Town, Deep Blue Seaside
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It had been about a week since Therion had arrived in Mafia Town, alongside Juri, Ms. Fortune, and Captain Falcon. While he hadn't gone out of his way to avoid the other three, he usually only saw them when they met for a meal. Otherwise, he operated separately, doing his own thing. Most days were the same; in the mornings he'd make a few rounds to key spots in town, and by now he knew the places inside and out. His ears were always perked, catching the gossip and chatter of people discussing the last few days... which was how he'd learned about what his comrades were getting up to. After swiping breakfast for himself, and sometimes lunch, he'd restock his cache of pons for his nightly activity.

He spent nearly every night at a bar right on the shore, an old ship apparently having missed the docks and run aground a long time ago called The Rusty Rudder. It's clientele were dockworkers, sailors, and even some of the Mafia's goons - rough and tumble types that weren't shy about their conversations. It was, in Therion's opinion, the ideal place to overhear rumors and gather leads. So he became a regular, sometimes buying a round for the bar and sometimes sitting tucked away at a table and just listening in. Though he didn't have any solid leads just yet, he had managed to get some interesting information out of the place and it's patrons.

...but that wasn't where he currently was.

"If it ain't my new favorite stick-in-the-gunk," a light voice touched with an accent said as Therion pushed through a pair of saloon doors into Bottom Feeders. It was on the opposite side of the port from the Rusty Rudder, and even closer to the water. Usually there would be more than a few sentient sea creatures inside, but at the moment it was just Therion and the owner, who also happened to be the crab that ran the bar.

"It's a little early. Just opened, and I don't usually see ya in here 'til late," Nemma observed. That was true; at the other place the working men practically rushed to the bar after a long day, but by nightfall most of them either had left at a responsible hour or were so deep into their cups that they spoke nonsense or got belligerent. At that time of night Therion changed venues.

"I'm not staying long," he said as he approached the counter. He never did at Bottom Feeders. Few, if any humans frequented this place - the atmosphere of the usual crustacean and other sea life patrons a bit frosty toward them. For all intents and purposes, Therion was human. At least, he still considered himself as such. He resembled a regular man, if a little on the shorter side. A head of fluffy white hair hung to his shoulders, bleeding into blue and black at the tips with long bangs covering the left side of his face. He wore a checkered scarf over a set of simple leather armor dyed purple, as well as an iron manacle on his right wrist. What might have brought his humanity into question was the set of feline ears on his head, and the matching tail. Underground, those few animal traits were enough for the citizens to consider him as a 'monster' like them. But here, apparently, it wasn't enough; and on some nights the other patrons clammed up if he sat too near.

Nemma was really the only person who would give him the time of day, and it was probably only because he was a paying customer. She had two other mouths to feed at home, he'd learned, and needed all the pons she could get if her business was going to compete with the Mafia and every other place in town. Which means I might about to become her actual favorite customer, Therion thought to himself.

"One for the road," the thief told her, not particularly picky about what drink she served him. He'd tried a lot of new ones over the last few days, including what Lakota had recommended him (which he learned was called a mojito). As she fixed him something he placed a hefty bag on the counter. Well, it was more like a burlap potato sack.

When Nemma turned around and pushed Therion's drink towards him, she eyed the bag with a little suspicion. She wasn't stupid, she could tell from the sound as he put it down what was in it. "What's all this?"

"Investment." He shrugged as he said the word, making the whole affair more casual. "So if you hear anything interesting from one of your customers... get some details and make sure to let me know."

He downed the drink quickly while Nemma accepted the money, stashing it away somewhere safe. Then Therion was back out the door and onto the streets of Mafia Town.

A heist in broad daylight was actually easier than some might think. Most people didn't expect it, so their guards were lower during the day. The same was true for the Mafia of Cooks, and they weren't exactly the brightest of gangs in the first place. Even so, it wasn't a trivial endeavor. Slipping into their headquarters, finding and cracking their safe, stealing all he could carry and then making it out without being spotted had been a fine exercise for his skills. A piece of the haul he'd given to Nemma, but he still had a lot of it - part in his hotel room, and part on his person.

Now that the sun was descending, the Mafia would probably soon find out they'd been robbed if they hadn't already. Therion was sure he hadn't been seen, but even so, he was hoping this wouldn't put him on Juri's hit list. It was possible that Juri would assume the cat burglar Ms. Fortune was the culprit and use it as an excuse to go and fight her again, in which case Therion would have to set aside a least a little of the money to give the feral by way of apology. Just a little though.

Therion left the port a little after Captain Falcon had entered it, though he he wouldn't have recognized the bounty hunter in his 'disguise' anyway. The smell of smoke drew his attention up toward the scent, where he spotted a rugged looking man with a horn protruding from his forehead leaning against a railing.

He'd seen this man around a couple of times. Not a lawman, but some kind of peacekeeper all the same. Therion hadn't spoken with him, considering the thief was committing at least one crime daily (even if it was just petty theft most of the time, except for that day), but he had registered the man as someone to keep an eye out for. He looked much more capable than a lot of others on the small island, certainly suited for more than breaking up bar fights... which meant that generally, Therion tried not to catch his attention. The same was true for today, so the thief pulled his scarf up, stuffed the hand connected to the manacle into his pocket, and curled his tail as he went.

For Therion: Cashing in some EXP

New Ability: Fawkes' Abate.
Another addition to Therion's de-buffing repertoire. With Abate he can reduce an enemy's speed and energy generation (such as resources needed to use super moves, etc).

New Ability: Fawkes' Purification.
A wide range wave that radiates out from Therion, dealing damage to enemies it washes over and eliminating a majority of buffs they may have in proportion to how many enemies the wave hits. The more enemies within the wave, the less buffs are cleared from each one, down to a minimum of one per target. This ability has a long cooldown and can't be used in quick succession.

New Ability: Sogetsu's Tsukigakure.
A form of ninjutsu, it allows Therion to effectively teleport using water as a medium. He can seemingly disappear into a surface of water as small as a puddle and reappear on a nearby spot of water within range. The range is no more than a few dozen feet. Also much less effective if he is already submerged.

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Pokemon: Starlight Dreams

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