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Back home. I need a breather, lol.
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one more five horu drive to home...then ill stop spamming the status bar. promise. go back to only updating it once every few months
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back in my home state. actually a real nice hotel compared to the last one that had cockroaches in the bathroom. so thats cool and good. ready to get home tomorrow. blehhhhjgkjgkjhatk
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“Well, I suppose you could say I’m from around the Mediterranean, a rather religious community. I’ve been traveling away from it for quite a while though; I’ll have to admit I’m a bit older than I look.”


Beatriz nodded, interested to meet fighters from around the world with different life experiences than her. ”Cool! Older than you look, huh?” She scratched her head. She wasn’t sure what to make of that, so she settled on old reliable.

”Well, y’know…yeah, cool!” She said. ”I guess that makes this my first time talkin’ to someone from the other side of the ocean.”

“Heavens, no!” Rosie smiled. “I have nothing better to do until the tournament, personally. But don’t let me keep you, either. If you want my advice, it wouldn’t hurt to scope out the competition. I suppose I’ve already given you a bit of a start, but-”


”That’s good. I didn’t really expect to talk to anyone at all. You look you have…I dunno. Fans, or some shit.” She laughed sheepishly, rubbing her arm.

Bea startled, ducking and moving her hands defensively to her head as she heard an explosion. It wouldn’t be her first time taking cover from sudden gunshots, and for a moment it showed on her face. ”Caralho! What the fuck was that? Someone throwing bombs around in here?” She brushed her hands against her shirt, chuckling nervously.

When Rosie offered Beatriz a phone, the girl raised her hands in a placating manner. ”Thank you, but-” She reached a front pocket on her bag and produced a flip phone. ”I got my own!”

”Alright, I’m gonna call ‘em, I guess. Thanks for helping me out and chattin’ and stuff, Miss Rosie.” Beatriz said. ”For some reason, I have a hard time picturin’ you losin’. She said with a tilt of her head. Gathering up her backpack she gave Rosie a casual salute and went to a quieter corner of the area, dialing the number of her home.

Bea plugged her other ear and held the phone close.

“Beatriz, my wonder child!” The voice of her father came in, speaking in Portuguese. “How are you? Are you going to fight yet? Going to bloody up some noses for us?”

”That’s the plan, Papa.” Bea responded in kind with a smile.

“Maria! Bianca! Girls! Get over here, it’s Beatriz!” She could hear her father shouting. “She’s gonna fight soon!”

“Ack, I hate it! Why!” Came the distant voice of her mother.

“Because-” Her father turned his attention back to the phone. “Bea, are you nervous? You must be nervous.”

”Ehh, a little…” Bea admitted. In truth her heart was pounding just thinking about getting onto that stage.

“Well, don’t be.” Her father said. “I don’t know much about fighting, but I know a Barro doesn’t do anything at half effort.”

“And if you lose,” Her mother began.

“She won’t lose!” Dad replied.

“And if you lose, you will be our special little girl and I have prepared dessert for you. And there is always next year. You are so very young, Beatriz, and I hate your passion but I love you so much, and I support you.”

”Thanks, Mamae-” Bea replied. Her mother’s distaste for fighting always got a good-natured wince out of Beatriz, because, really, mom was right. Bea could literally be doing anything else. If she had chosen to follow football as her athletic passion, she would probably save her mother a lot of stress. Unfortunately for everyone, nothing made Beatriz happier than fighting.

“Beatriz. Beatriz!” Came Bianca’s voice. “How about this- the Barro Barrage! You jump on them and do a SHIT ton of punches!”

“Language!”

“Language!”

”Language!”

“What- but BEA gets to swear!” Bianca whined.

“Well,” Papa said. “That is because Beatriz is a lost cause. There is still hope for you.”

”Gee, thanks.”

“Am I wrong?”

”No, but it still hurts, you know?” Bea said with a laugh. ”Let’s go back to the part where you all tell me how much you love me and how proud you are and how proud I should be. That was my favorite part.” Bea said this and then put the phone away from her ear as her family on the other side did just that. A request like that, even made in irony, would never be turned down on the side of her parents.

”That did the trick.”
“Bla bla bla bla-, oh, are we done?” Bianca said with a giggle.

”Hey, yeah. Bianca. I want a new picture of me raising my hands in victory when I’m done, okay? I think I’ll put my trophy in front of yours, if that’s good with you.”

“Thhbpbpbpbpbpbpbt.” Came the eloquent response.

“Listen to me, Bea.” Papa said, serious. “I want you to go out there and show them what you are made of. You are made of tougher stuff. You have a fire in your eyes, I have seen it. I look at you, and I see someone who only gets stronger every day because she wishes it so. You have worked so hard for this- don’t think for one second you don’t deserve to be out there. Because you do.”

“I don’t want you to think things like: Oh, it’s okay if I lose, they are older than me, they are more experienced than me. Those things can wait. If you want to win, you have to WANT to win. You have to know you will win. Because your opponents will look at you and know without a doubt they can beat you. You must stand firm. As you rise, they will crack. Trust me, I know these things, I am your father. We love you, I love you, Beatriz.”

Beatriz was quiet for a moment. Clearing her throat, she turned into the corner she was standing in so the other competitors didn’t see her eyes getting wet.

”Damn.”

”Thanks, Dad.” At that moment, Beatriz winced as the loud announcer lady began to announce very loudly.

”Oh, shit- o-okay, I gotta go! Love you guys, bye!” She clacked the phone shut and shoved it back into her pack. Bouncing on her heels she slapped her head a few times and got into game mode.

Though, she couldn’t help but give the announcer another sideways glance.

”Is that- should we do something about that worm?”



Beatriz stepped up into the arena. Underneath her ill-fitting hand-me-downs was the body of a fighter. Her shoulders, legs, and abs were toned and not as lean as one might expect. Beatriz’s style included bursts of raw power. Her coach had given her fighting gear, and Beatriz was representing her gym in the ring. A black sports bra and black trunks with green outlines was the primary outfit, as simple as it got. Around her hands were some fingerless gloves, and her feet were bare save the ankle-supporting wrappings around them.

The previous night Beatriz had hunted down every last stray piece of body hair and eliminated it with laser precision, from her legs to her armpits. She showered religiously to reduce the chances of breaking out. Beatriz sometimes thought she was too tomboyish to be self-conscious, but all that went out the window when the eyes of the world would be on her.

The announcer called out Beatriz and Brenda.

”It- it’s BeatriZ. Not Beatrix!” She called out, trying not to let it get under her skin. When she opened her mouth, the green mouth guard lining her teeth was made visible. Thus the finer points of her consonant correcting might have been lost in all the din.

Bea bounced lightly from foot to foot, though, her heart pumping. She eyed her opponent. What is it with all these tall women today? Brenda seemed confident. Bea thought about what her father said and steeled her resolve.

”All right. All right.” She raised and lowered her fists rhythmically. ”Boxer versus boxer, huh? Right? You ready for this? I’m goin’ all out, lady.” She jogged towards the center of the ring to meet her.

”I can’t wait!” Was Beatriz ready? She had to be!

Level 8: 07/80
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Location: Home of Tears
Points Gained: 1
NEW EXP balance--- Level 8: 08/80






Everyone did their part in fighting monsters or dishing out damage. Jesse avoided a few attacks and noticed that when she did get hit, it hurt in an…interesting way, and she flashed like she was in a video game. Weird!

Fortunately, it didn’t matter. If Pizza Head wasn’t dead, well, he was certainly giving up. Jesse couldn’t help but wince and suppress a laugh as Nadia and Bowser quite frankly beat the shit out of him. “Shit, guys. I think you got him.”

“So, yeah, I guess he’s still alive?” Jesse pondered Pizza Head. “It’s not like I haven’t seen a dead body before, but…people turn to ash, here. That’s peculiar. But, hey, we got the Mask Piece.” She gave Nadia a thumbs up.

“Good work everyone. Koopas. Good stuff. Everyone. Yes.” She clapped her hands together and did another pair of thumbs up.

She went to the cliff and set her hands on her hips, staring at the ruined city and massive vista below. Descending had always been exceptionally easy for Jesse since she got her powers. Ideally she would just be able to float down and shoot at anything that got in the way of her flightless teammates.

It was, however, a nice view. “A ruined city. Recently, too? It’s hard to tell if that city is a thousand years old or only a few months old. I suppose technically it’s both.” Jesse mused.

“There’s no culture, no context, for any of this. It’s just a big LEGO set.” Jesse complained. “I would love to see all this amazing stuff in the places they are supposed to be in, with the people who are supposed to live in it. Until then, though…” She kicked a rock off the ledge and watched it plummet. “Not bad. I’ll take what I can get.”

“Ooor I could entertain myself by blowing shit up and making shit up.” Jesse said, squinting over at the Koopa troop. “Is any of that stuff actually useful?” She asked with a laugh. “Maybe?” She watched a glider plummet over the edge. “Not that one.”

Level 8: 06/80
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Location: Home of Tears
Points Gained: 1
NEW EXP balance--- Level 8: 07/80






Pizza Face turned into Pizza Head, and Jesse felt a familiar unpleasant feeling. Now Jesse considered herself an expert in vague unease as an indicator of evilness, considering that was basically all she had dealt with as an FBC Director. But like the King before, this Pizza Head was somehow wrong. How, exactly, Jesse couldn’t tell. Pizza Head looked no more outlandish or evil than anything else she had seen in the World of Light.

If anything, a guy with food for a head is basically mundane. So what’s with him? What classifies them as a different category from everything else? How important could it be to our main objective?

At the moment, such burning questions would have to wait. A whole host of monsters came out of the blue to assist the new freaky weirdo they were trying to kill. Jesse decided to focus down the big bad himself. She had the firepower to do it. Jesse Levitated above all the chaos and tried to pin down Pizza Head. He was a slippery dodger, avoiding attacks, but there was no way he could dodge everyone’s projectiles all at once. Not with some of them traveling at different speeds.

Jesse used Grip and began to put down the fire, its damage consistent and strong at all ranges, with a healthy supply of quickly regenerating bullets to boot.

Rubick was in a magic duel with some kind of eyeball monster that fired exploding eyeballs.

“Weird, but- yoink!” Jesse reached her hand out and snatched one of the projectile out of the air with Launch. Then she Launched it at Pizza Head’s feet, looking to blow him away or even better, up. Rubick would be assisted in his battle by Jesse occasionally snatching one of the eye monster’s eyeballs and flinging it at Pizza Head instead.

All the while laying down the firepower with Grip. Weirdly, the guy didn’t seem too keen on fighting back, just avoiding hits and using his monsters to battle.

Guess he underestimated us. Jesse said, ripping one last eyeball out of the air and flinging it at Pizza Head.
Vandelay Campus - Finance

Location: Midgar Sector 06, the City of Glass
Blazermate’s @Archmage MC, Zenkichi’s @Multi_Media_Man, Karin’s @Zoey Boey, Sandalphon
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While the other teams scattered in order to reach their various destinations, those who opted to join the fray in Finance were faced with a relatively straightforward path laid out before them. Their objective lay within the confines of the most high-profile building on the Vandelay Campus, the absolutely colossal ‘V’ whose two prongs stretched up into the heavens from the iconic glass-domed atrium, itself a massive edifice to begin with. To get there, Zenkichi ended up retracing some of the steps he took last night along the road to Dendemille Theater, only to turn right and proceed along the main thoroughfare to the atrium with Blazermate and Karin at his back. While the detective and the heiress might contend for the position of leadership in this little squad, Zenkichi at least possessed one tangible advantage: the fact that Sandalphon routed her communication line through him, tinged as he was by the supernatural.

“The office of the Head of Finance is very high up within the atrium, and his private elevator is inaccessible,” Sandalphon told them over her magic connection, after explaining that she and this team would go by the codenames Halo and Hardline respectively. “While Khamsin can’t reach it on his own, he told us he had an idea, and refused to elaborate. His team has already inside the Atrium and have entrenched themselves against waves of robots fresh from Security. You’ll have to fight through them in order to reach Khamsin.”



True to her word, the wide-open thoroughfare leading to the Atrium sported some of the fiercest fighting in the entire Campus. Khamsin had apparently hogged a huge portion of the DespoRHado assault force for himself, including Gekkos and Grads, and Vandelay had trotted out an appropriate response. Rather than typical GNR and SBR units, this taskforce featured SBR-CUR swordfighters with red-hot blades and flame-throwing GNR-FL0 units, backed up by burning BL-1Z5 boxers with fists of fury as strong as they were fast, and airborne VU-REV bombers with wings of flame. Therefore, as one might expect, the well-trimmed lawns, flowers, and hedges were all on fire. The defensive line formed by DespoRHado in front of the Atrium’s main entrance meant that Vandelay’s robots lay between the Seekers and their goal. It was a blazing battlefield, and it looked like the Seekers would need to wade right through it.

”Goodness…” Karin said as she ran, watching the war in front of her. She frowned at the sight of the burning flowers. ”What a shame.”

”I can give us cover for a time if I heal you all up first.” Blazermate said, healing her allies and herself with some overheal and getting a projectile shield ready to give the team cover as they passed over the lawn on fire. There wasn’t really much point in summoning her striker yet.

Karin looked at her body thrumming with healing energy. ”Marvelous, Miss Blazermate.” Standing by a tree, she regarded the battlefield thoughtfully.

”I don’t see any way around it, I’m afraid. Any enemy we bypass will shoot us in the back, and any enemy we haven’t passed yet will gun us down from the front. We’ll just have to carve a path through both sides, with Miss Blazermate protecting us from any enemy we aren’t currently engaged with. ” That was her plan, anyway. No one here, as far as she could tell, possessed the ability to slip through a battlefield unnoticed.

”Mister Zenkichi, I recognize a fighter when I see one. I assume you are up for this task?” She asked with a wry smile.

"Of course," Zenkichi replied coolly, "These old bones aren't that worn down just yet. A few robots is nothing." With a deep breath, his semi-professional outfit was replaced with the gunslinger-themed Phantom Thief attire he fought in, and he smirked. "This Wolf is ready to hunt."

And he would have ample opportunity. As the newcomers approached, a GNR-FL0 on overwatch spotted them, and he sounded the alarm. “We got incoming!” A whole bunch of the fiery SBR variants turned on the Seekers without delay, quickly forming up in bombastic fashion. They flipped and somersaulted to assemble themselves into a dynamic battle formation, landing in flashy action poses. Of course, some of them flubbed the maneuver and ended up knocking into one another, causing a petty squabble that quickly spread through the whole squad.

“Idiots!” A single BL-1Z5 punched the air at high speed, drawing oxygen into his furnace to set his fists ablaze in a burst of flame. “Get them!” Grumbling, the smaller robots put their differences aside and obliged, the GNRs staying back to spray streams of fire while the SBRs closed in with burning swords at the ready.

As the fight began, Sandalphon’s voice reached them. “Be advised. At low health, these units will Overcombust, shrugging off hits while they chase you down to detonate on top of you. Their leader will split the battlefield with walls of fire. If you can, extinguish his flames.”

”Thank you!” Karin said to their advisor, running forward. Those sword units seemed predictable. She assumed they would swing the first chance they got. She sprinted forward to meet the first foe and then dashed back, her momentum reversing on a dime to bait out a swing. Then she dashed back in a delivered a brutal series of advancing palm strikes into the bots metal body before sending it flying with an elbow towards its fellows that followed behind.

Blazermate meanwhile kept her healing beam on whoever was pushing forward first, letting them absorb some light hits that might get through. Hearing about the exploders, Blazermate had ways of blocking said explosion, notably her projectile shield and even an ubercharge if it was needed. It was a bit of a shame that they were fighting only robots here, she kind of wanted to make some zombies that could help out, but right now she was on healing duty and that was all she was doing. It was too dangerous to go for the purgatory cracks right now, even if the exploding ghosts would help a lot.

Zenkichi ran forward, greatsword resting on his shoulder as he went right past the flaming sword-wielding machines, taking a few light hits in the process, and charging down the GNRs in the back. Grunting as he hefted his blade and brought it down on one of the shooters that hadn't broken formation, he followed up with a stab through the downed soldier's body, disabling it and kicking it to the side before moving on to send its allies following in its footsteps. Even as flames washed over his overhealed body, he didn't complain, more than used to shrugging off minor damage as he fought through hordes of enemies with the Phantom Thieves.

Finished off by the greatsword's deadly stroke before it could activate its Overcombust, the SBR-CUR never rose from the spot where Karin’s bare-handed assault deposited it. More than a little spooked by the ruthlessly efficient display, the four GNR-FL0s spread out to either side in an effort to surround Zenkichi, as well as gain some distance. He could chase down and wreck one, sure, but that’d give the others the moment they needed to burn through his overheal and into his health. As his underlings split, the Blaze made its move two. It executed a powerful low uppercut, scraping his fiery knuckles along the ground before swinging upward to send a flaming furrow through the concrete walkway. In a flash a wall of flame split the battlefield in half, and the Blaze did not hesitate to advance through it to back up the two remaining SBR-CURs facing off against Karin.

”I see.” She saw Zenkichi vanish from her sight with a wall of flame. She eyed the trio of killer robots in front of her coolly. ”So the three of you have chosen to face me alone? I suppose self-preservation isn’t cost effective programming. Karin said, running her hand through her golden hair coils.

Honestly though, being separated from Zenkichi and Blazermate wasn’t ideal. She might have to figure out a way to push through it. Karin dashed to the left, the wind separating visibly around her. She made to put the robot on her left between her and the other two bots, so they would have to get around their comrade before attacking her. Her leg snapped out into the ankle of the Saber bot, and she stepped forward and turned her shoulder into it, moving to get past the sword and crunch her back into the bot. ”Orochi!” After that she made to snatch its sword arm by the wrist and glance over her and the bots shoulder to see what its allies were up to. While the other SBR hung back for a moment, perhaps knowing what was in store, the Blaze went full offense, rushing Karin down with a flurry of fiery punches.

”Hmph.” Karin turned and maneuvered the SBR into the way of the flurry of blows, ensuring Blaze would pummel his subordinate instead of her. She popped the loosened sword up into the air, jumped to meet it, and elegantly flung it towards Blaze. It span quickly to cut into him. The bot stumbled backwards and she approached. They exchanged blows. Every time the Saber unit tried to get close, she circled around, putting the Blaze unit between it. When Blaze unit thought her movement was getting predictable and wound up a swing, she dropped onto her palm and shot her legs forward, eyes closing confidently as she shattered the big bots kneecap. Saber brought its sword down and it clashed with her forearm. It swung and she traced the tip with her eyes, stepping from side to side. It brought a sword horizontally and she prepared. She caught the blade between her palms with a crack of ki. Seemingly with no effort, she used her arms like a scissor and twisted it out of the Saber units hands. ”Predictable~” She cooed smugly.

As the Blaze unit clambered onto its feet, slow in mobility but still high in power, she crushed the Saber unit with a series of palm strikes. It flew to the ground and went into Overcombust, ready to squeeze a few more dollars out of its creation process. Karin aimed her hand and fired her grapple hook to the Overcombusting bots chassis, and then attached the other end to the big boxer bot. Karin had gained plenty of experience fighting enemies that exploded with no regard for their own safety down below the city. They were never particularly gifted with any amount of intelligence- otherwise, they would probably choose to live! The thought made her chuckle.

“What the-!” The moment the Saber flew toward him, the Blaze realized what was about to happen and clamped his jaw. “Hrrgh!” At just the right moment he parried his incoming ally, rebuffing it long enough to ram his fist into its chassis with an upset punch and flip it over his body. The Saber slammed into the ground and bounced away, then promptly detonated in the air. Rumbling, he turned back to confront Karin, fire welling up in his forearms. He slammed the ground, unleashing a quick but weak wave that could still knock someone over, before pumping his fists in a dramatic ultimatum, complete with flashy red background and pop up text. He then struck five poses, moving like a Tokusatsu hero. He first extending his left arm to the right, then right arm to the left, then both fists up and crossed, then forward, then side-facing with one pulled back. After the fifth pose he zoomed straight toward Karin with a trail of flame to unleash five mighty corresponding blows.

Karin had dropped into a crouch, the quick wave dispersing as she slid backwards slightly. The robot began to pose, and Karin raised an eyebrow. She took the moment to carefully advance, not wanting to get baited into over-extending by a taunting opponent. When the boxing bot blazed towards her, her caution proved well warranted. The blows smashed against her arms as she deflected most of the force, her boots grinding into the concrete. This wouldn’t do.

”Ressencho!” She spent most of the V-Meter she had gained thus far on a V-Reversal. Blocking one strike, there was a streak of white light and a darkening of the surrounding air for a brief moment. Karin glided past the next oncoming fist and then stepped into a defensive elbow strike. While it would only deal a small amount of temporary gray damage, it had force and knockback to let Karin turn the tide on her attacker. Karin dashed forward and kicked the boxer, looking to wear him down and prevent it from starting up any big, hard hitting attacks like that again. No big dramatic walls of flame, ground pounds, or posing. She aimed to dent his chassis one practiced strike at a time and force a mistake. Eventually he obliged, forcing his way through a non-committal kick to crush the ground where Karin had just been standing. Leaping over his head she brought her leg down like an axe onto his back, kicked the back of his knee and then popped his heavy body into the air with a Tenko palm strike. She followed it up with another one, yelling as she put all her force into the follow-up strike, cracking the concrete with a gust of wind. In a shower of sparks the boxer flew away, no longer able to fight. With one final flourish, Karin turned her attention to the flame wall and her ally on the other side of it.

Shaking his head as the gunners tried to surround him, Zenkichi tutted. ”No good fighter is a one-trick pony. Valjean!” Summoning his Persona, Zenkichi pointed to his left, calling ”Triple Down!” as he broke to the right, rushing for one of the gunners as Valjean unleashed a barrage of gunfire on the two to his left, the wide-ranging attack more than enough to fit both of them within its range. Sure, leaving one enemy free to attack wasn’t ideal, but it sure beat the hell out of three.

As the gunner he ran at hefted its flamethrower and bathed the charging Zenkichi in flames, he grit his teeth and kept running, the heat quickly sapping away at his overheal. He stopped suddenly, planting his foot hard onto the ground, and swung with his greatsword, transferring the momentum of a running man into the swing of his sword, and all of that force concentrated on the edge of its blade meant there wasn’t even a sliver of hope for his target. With a crunch, the gunner unit’s torso was split in half just around where the bottom of a person’s ribcage would be, and Zenkichi turned to the one he hadn’t had Valjean target.

This gunner was more wise to his tricks, and circled around as it unleashed its flames on Zenkichi. Not sure how long the fight would last, he kept his revolvers in reserve, instead charging head-on once more. He wasn’t as fast as Karin, but he was no slouch, either, and his overheal had barely run out as he reached the second gunner, while the two Valjean had shot up were regaining their bearings, fairly hurt but still functional. ”Still standing, huh? Not after this, you won’t be! Valjean, Megido!”

As orbs of Almighty magic appeared and exploded among the gunners, Zenkichi swung at the unharmed opponent. Lacking the same momentum thanks to having to stop to direct Valjean, the attack left the gunner hurt but undefeated. It retaliated by cracking its flamethrower against Zenkichi’s face, and he snarled before planting his sword in its gut, planting his hand on its shoulder, and tearing his sword out and through the side, dealing massive damage to the robot and finishing it with an overhead slash. His focus, however, had left him blind to the two GNR-FL0s behind him, Overcombusting and about to detonate right on his back.

Seeing Zenkichi in trouble and having charged her Ubercharge, Blazermate deployed it, saving the turk from the explosion coming his way through sheer invulnerability. ”close one! You know, we should make use of this invulnerability.” Blazermate said, as she flew up to deal with a GNR-FL0’s herself, her confidence boosted by her invincible state. She then realized that these guys were… not nearly as scary as she thought they’d be. It was like fighting a newcomer to robattling as they took hit after hit. Sure they were at least durable, but they just attacked her while she was uber, even combusting in her face in a very predictable pattern when she got a good punch on what she assumed was its face. ”Ooh…. huh.” Blazermate said, not expecting that.

She joined up with Zenkichi to heal up the man while she herself swapped over to her ubersaw. Since she could see the health of these things and when they would combust, she could hit them with her ubersaw, then zoom away just a bit before they would start to combust to leave someone with a harder hitting attack to finish them off. As she moved over the wall of fire to heal Karin, she touched a red crack on the way, having been too fearful to grab one before. This summoned an angry cute ghost that zoomed off to blow itself up and destroy one of the GNR-FL0s Blazermate had weakened prior.

”Hey Karin, ever gotten a kritz? You seem to be doing well in the taking hit department.” Blazermate said, giving her friend a dose of kritz.

”A what?” She asked, before startling as she looked down at her glowing fists and a surge of power.

Zenkichi smirked as the GNR-FL0s exploded against him without dealing a lick of damage, thanks to Blazermate’s ubercharge, and pounced on the last he could see on this side of the fire, crushing it beneath his greatsword and easily finishing it off, leaving him alone. ”Thanks for the assist!”

With the last of the flamethrower units destroyed, the Vandelay robots’ reserve force had been thoroughly decimated, allowing the Seekers to advance. Of course, that also meant that the extra power coursing through Karin’s limbs courtesy of the Kritzkrieg had nowhere to go, so she really needed to get moving if she wanted to have any hope of actually using it. Up ahead the corporate warfare at the threshold of the Atrium had continued to rage unabated. DespoRHado’s offensive line had held despite their foes utterly inundating their entrenchments with fire, since while most of the rank-and-file cyborgs had been burned out and melted away, the Gekkos and especially the Grads remained, the latter serving as nigh-impregnable barricades. Meanwhile, DespoRHado’s relentless gunfire and brute force spelled the end for most of the attacking SBR-CUR and GNR-FL0 units too, so only the elites remained.

As the newcomers approached, they could see in front of them a pair of Blazes contending with a Gekko and supporting troops. A heavily-armored cyborg had just been disarmed, his enormous black axe slamming head-first into the ground, and the man put up his dukes. Before he could throw a punch the Blaze threw two, demolishing first the cyborg’s right arm at the elbow and then his left with fiery hooks. As the cyborg reeled the Blaze wound up and plunged his fist straight through his enemy’s torso. “...Perfect!” The cyborg promptly exploded. Just then, the Gekko peppered the other Blaze with gunfire, then went in for a mighty football kick. Avoiding it just in time, the Blaze knocked it off balance with a well-aimed hook, then got floored by a sweeping turn kick. Mooing in victory, the Gekko stepped in to finish the Blaze off with a stomp. In the nick of time the Blaze rolled backward, away from the crater the Gekko left in the concrete, and the first Blaze arrived to snap the Gekko’s head back with a blazing uppercut. It staggered backward, brought its head down and pawed the earth like a bull. With a resounding moo it charged, but together the two Blazes sent forth waves of fire that the Gekko charged straight into, quickly overheating its systems and bringing it to a halt. Then a VU-REV descended on it like a bolt from the blue to smash the Gekko’s head into the ground. As the Unmanned Gear moaned the VU-REV hopped back, detaching and hurling its flaming wings like giant buzz saws to melt the Gekko into three pieces before its wings returned.

Then the three robots, warded off by inaccurate suppression fire from DespoRHado, turned on the newcomers. The Blazes charged in, and the big bird immediately spat out three fireballs to explode and carpet the ground with flame.

“That VU-REV unit is a high-level threat,” Sandalphon warned the team. “Don’t jump at it if it’s alight. It’ll only come down if it’s shot, and is only vulnerable if it’s wings are off or extinguished.” Back at her forward base, the archangel put her hand to her jaw, thinking. Then she came to a decision. “I was planning to do this when you reached DespoRHado, but…”

A sudden flash of electronic blue light went off next to Zenkichi. When he turned to look, he found himself faced with all seven feet four inches of Sandalphon, here in the flesh. She looked down at him briefly, her face impassive and her strange pupils blinking rather than her eyelids as she quickly adjusted to her new surroundings. Then she turned to face the Vandelay triple threat, an oddly futuristic staff in hand. As she turned it upside down and tucked it under her arm, its head began to spin behind her, and it became apparent that the shaft that she aimed toward the team’s enemies was actually the barrel of a rifle as tall as she was. “I will oversee this battle personally.”

Karin nodded approvingly. ”How very gracious of you- glad to see you are not merely a strategist and opportunist.”

”Wow, shes a big lady! I don’t think my shield will cover all of her. ” Blazermate said, a bit confused. She then looked at the mooing Gecko out of sheer confusion. Also… why did it have shockingly organic legs? What the heck was that thing?

”It’ll only come down when it’s been shot at, you say?” Zenkichi asked while drawing his pistols. ”Valjean and I can handle that.” With that simple declaration, he called on his Persona once more to ”Triple Down!” and circled around, taking a few shots at the VU-REV in the hopes of forcing it towards the ground.

”I’ve got a shield to give you cover, so just shoot at it. And avoid getting punched or set on fire.” Blazermate said, getting ready to deploy her projectile shield.

When Zenkichi’s Persona opened fire, Sandalphon joined in from the back of her group. Once spun up, her rifle belted out extremely bright blue bolts of energy, the speed and weight of its shots just a few steps shy of a handheld railgun’s. Those payloads plus Valjean’s Triple Down took a couple chunks out of the metallic phoenix, and unable to maintain its altitude the VU-REV descended to lessen the stress on its systems for recovery. “Well struck,” Sandalphon commented. Their efforts put the big bird in reach, but before Zenkichi could sink his teeth in, the team would need to deal with the bombastic pugilists. Both Blazes pounded the earth to send out rolling fireblasts that left a carpet of flame in their wake, and a moment after they arrived to challenge the integrity of Blazermate’s projectile shield -as well as that of the melee fighters- personally. “Capitalizing on the VU-REV will be difficult while they remain,” Sandalphon cautioned the others, taking aim from the backlines at the bird to make of the opening what she could.

”Understood. We’ll keep you covered.” Zenkichi answered simply, stowing his revolvers and hefting his greatsword before charging forward and taking a few swings at his chosen Blaze. The pugilistic machine managed to actually block one, but the second swing hit true, and on the third swing the pair exchanged heavy blows, both stumbling back. ”Not bad.” Zenkichi mumbled, before standing tall and swinging again.

The Blaze had gotten wise to him, however, and easily avoided the relatively slow swing before edging just into Zenkichi’s range and hitting with a quick jab, jumping back before the backswing could land. ”Alright, you’re clearly a different caliber than the others.” Zenkichi praised before letting out a sigh. ”Bring it!” He taunted as the two circled each other, eyes narrowed.

”Then I suppose this one is mine!” Karin said, engaging another Blaze after avoiding their fireballs. She had already battled one- would this Blaze be any different? Karin threatened the Blaze by shifting her feet just outside of his effective swinging range. She backed away from a few strikes, but instead of whiff punishing, she took the opportunity to dash away from the Blaze she was fighting and towards the one Zenkichi was circling. She turned her shoulder into the back of the robot and slammed into it, looking to send it stumbling towards Zenkichi in a very cheeky move.

Her unexpected strike proved to be just the ticket that the Blaze, already softened up a little by Zenkichi’s attacks, needed for the Seekers to break his stun gauge. His poise broke for a moment, rendering him more susceptible to being combo’d. In order to give Karin enough of a break from her own Blaze to put her plan in action, Sandalphon distracted him with a sniper shot, but his own stun wasn’t high enough to keep him locked down. As soon as he could he punched a new fire wave across the ground that swept beneath his ally and set the area aflame. By this time, the flight systems of the VU-REV recovered, and it flapped into the air. It shrieked and began to do backflips in place, a beam of condensed flame sweeping outward across the ground with each revolution to pollute the battlefield with lines of blazing fire. It managed to churn out four before Sandalphon’s third shot forced it back down towards the ground again.

Karin frowned at the Blaze she had left trying to catch up with her with that large flame wave. Though she was back to back with the enemy, she trusted Zenkichi would handle it and dropped into a kneeling crouch, taking the chip damage to block the flame wave and prevent it from hitting Zenkichi while he was ideally punishing the stunned Blaze bot.

Unfortunately pushing back in towards the Blaze would be hard with the streaks of flame in the way. With Sandalphon suppressing it, Karin walked forward to meet the Blaze in battle, looking to hop over the line of fire. Blaze took advantage and struck her out of the air. Indignant, Karin landed with a back roll and avoided a follow up overhead swing that cracked the floor. ”Simple!” She put the Blaze back on the defensive by striking with her legs, swiping at his torso and knees and preventing effective counter strikes by controlling the space between them. It swung and the fist came close, Karin watching it pass by. Then she stepped in and cracked into its knee before zooming forward with an EX-Tenko that launched the Blaze into the air with a burst of golden energy. ”Tenko!” This allowed her to combo into yet another upward palm strike that bounced it up again! For the final one it was getting out of range, so she stepped forward and slammed it away from her. Karin dashed forward as he got up, to swing, she brought the back of her fist down onto its face, elegantly crossing her feet as she did.

After that she advanced with a series of elbows and palms that crushed the metal before resetting into a grab, twisting the bot’s wrist and twirling past him, using his own body weight and strength to throw him bodily into the floor. ”Weak!” She span and brought her heel down on his head like an axe, splitting it in two and destroying the bot.

As Karin jumped in and stunned the Blaze he was fighting, Zenkichi wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity. He quickly activated his Fury, adrenaline burning through his blood and his vitality as his blade mercilessly cut down the machine in an invigorated flurry of blows that came much faster than his previous attacks had. After a quick series of truly devastating blows, he deactivated the self-harming ability, finishing the Blaze unit with a furious overhead slash.

”Go Karin!” Blazermate said as she healed Sandalphon as she brawled with the VU-REV. With the Blaze having been defeated, this freed up Blazermate a bit so that she could also assist in attacking the VU-REV. Calling out to Sandalphon and saying. ”You got a good gun, hit the glowing bit!” Blazermate said, pointing out the weak point of the robot, her scan ability highlighted, she decided to go in a bit herself and get some ubersaw swings on it while it was still down.

“So that’s where it is.” Sandalphon calmly adjusted her aim, waited for the spin-up, and pulled the trigger. Her rifle’s payload slammed through the armor of its upper chassis and into the VU-REV’s flame reactor, frying it. The robot squawked and dropped like a sack of bricks, twitching for a few moments until it got its reactor’s temperature under control.

As it stirred again to try to retract back into the air, Blazermate held up her shield arm which let out a loud sonic scream. With the VU-REV being at ground zero, this momentarily stunned it, which let Blazermate hit it one more time before she was forced to move away. As it flew back into the sky, Blazermate did her own bit of flying, but instead of flying into the sky, she stayed on the ground flying about and making her way to touch a few more cracks along the ground, unleashing two more purgatory ghosts that angrily zoomed at the VU-REV and detonated.

Looking battered and bruised from the hits it had already taken and the exploding ghosts, the VU-REV shot its lasers once more, aiming at Blazermate. She blocked what she could with her shield, but this only did so much to lessen the blow as she flew towards a third and final crack. Upon summoning the third ghost, the VU-REV. Decided to target the ghost, knowing it would explode if it reached it. Unfortunately not knowing what a ghost did, being a robot itself, this had no effect as the third ghost angrily zoomed into and blew up, blasting the VU-REV in a strangely bloody but ghostly explosion.

On its last legs, the robot shrieked, and readied its ultimate attack, Burning Revenge. It ignited its wings, first the left, then the right, then the left, then wrapped both around itself as its core flared up dangerously.

“Block in time!” Sandalphon called to Blazermate urgently, analyzing the pattern as fast as she could based on the similar stunt from the Blazer earlier. “Or….evade?”

The next second, it fired off a perfectly-aimed flame beam from its left wing, then right, then left again, before twisting in midair with the last of its strength to let rip an unblockable fire wheel.

Blazermate did just that, blocking the first two lasers, with her shield taking the damage for her. The third hit managed to disable her shield, with the extra damage going to Blazermate herself, but that was all she needed as she was going to dodge the big attack anyway, barely flying out of the way with her metal kimono heating up quite a bit by the heat. But she dodged towards another crack, which as the VU-REV had to cool down after such an attack, another ghost zoomed at it once Blazermate released it from its purgatory. Its impact blew the weakened robot to smithereens in a fiery blast strong enough for the human Seekers to feel it in their bones.

Zenkichi let out a heavy sigh as the wave of heat washed over him, breathing heavily for a few moments. ”Oh my god that’s miserable. Leather and heat do not go well together…”

The VU-REV’s spectacular demise heralded not just the end of this fight, but the Vandelay incursion against DespoRHado’s entrenchments. As the Seekers gathered, adrenaline dying doing, Sandalphon turned her weapon in her hand to hold it like a staff and approached DespoRHado with a calm, purposeful stride. “I trust I don’t need to introduce myself,” she stated impassively, connecting herself directly to all the cyborgs that survived their trial by fire so that none could avoid hearing her. “In accordance with the established operational parameters, I have secured on-site reinforcements to provide assistance with the elimination of Vandelay’s Financial Department and the seizure of its assets. Move aside.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the squad leader replied without delay. “All Grads, disengage and form up!”

DespoRHado’s mighty armored siege engines released their pitons and slide across the stone to open the way for the Seekers. Not breaking stride, Sandalphon moved calmly between the lines. Only when she became aware of a noisy disturbance in the water off of Circuit Royal did she turn her gaze from the Atrium’s entrance. After a moment, a gigantic shape leaped over the perimeter facilities of the campus and came down on the Atrium’s front lawn, sending out a wall of air and dust that extinguished the leftover flame. Having taken the field against the Machines in the Valley of Ruin yesterday, Zenkichi would recognize the unmistakable metal monstrosity he witness on the way back to Midgar: the titanic Metal Gear Ray. It shook the water of Regatta Bay from its immense wings like a duck, then began to stomp forward.

Despite the enormous possible threat, Sandalphon remained stoic. “Stay calm,” she whispered to Zenkichi through the glyph. “All part of the plan.” Indeed, as the Ray approached, it did not engage its weapons. Instead the awe-inspiring machine stepped right over the Seekers and the DespoRHado defensive line to smash through the front of the Atrium. Inside the vast, lavish space stood a colossal statue of Kale Vandelay, several times larger than the Ray and almost as tall as the Atrium itself. Khamsin was standing there too, and though his fused mech stood tall and proud the Ray practically dwarfed it when the Metal Gear approached. Once it drew near, the Ray leaned down and opened its jaws, allowing Khamsin to climb aboard as it made its critical calculations. Then the giant used all its might to thrash itself upward, hurling Khamsin like a boulder from a trebuchet straight toward the Chief Financial Officer’s office, many hundreds of feet off the ground.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”

Following in Ray's footsteps, Sandalphon watched him disappear from sight. The sound of a lot of glass shattering could be heard a moment later. “I…see,” she remarked, affected more than she would’ve expected by the ridiculous sight. “So that was his plan.” After another moment she did an about-face to address the Seekers. “You must follow in his footsteps,” she told them matter-of-factly. Above them, a whole host of what looked like large boxes floated throughout the Atrium. Some of them had little parks on them, others offices complete with cubicles and robot workers. A variety of sky-lines twisted and turned all over the place. “Through whatever means you can. My part is done, and I cannot redeploy to assist you again this mission. If you need me, however, feel free to call.” She closed her eyes and bowed politely to the Seekers, then abandoned them, teleporting all the way back to mission control in a flash.

”Wait… do we need to fight that giant robot later or am I confused about the whole situation? Or is there ANOTHER giant robot and we’re going to see a huge, HUGE kaiju fight?” Blazermate said, scratching her head.

After another moment Sandalphon’s voice reached the team in reply. “I would recommend not engaging the Ray. In addition to being very dangerous, it would take far more time to dispose of than you have. It shouldn’t target you without cause, but I would give it a wide berth, just in case.”

”We’re already planning to fight one giant robot, no need to add more. Well…two if Konoe’s still got that thing he had in the Metaverse somehow…” Zenkichi added, still very wary of the Metal Gear before them. ”Let’s, uh…get going.” He suggested.

A loud shout suddenly rang out from behind everyone. “DEAD ON!” When the Seekers looked over, Karin and Blazermate at least would see a familiar face. A one-eyed cyborg ninja had just staggered one of the Grads, then kicked its forward plating to send it spinning like a propeller. After slicing through it the newcomer leaped over the Grad and split it in half with a single slice across its center mass, leaving its red-hot halves to fall apart as he landed. It was none other than Raiden, back to settle his score with DespoRHado and the Winds of Destruction. “Kept you waiting, huh?” he grinned, his robotic lower jaw giving him an almost skeletal leer. “Hope you people saved some fun for me!”

“DespoRHado’s nemesis,” Sandalphon observed, taken slightly aback. “Though it looks like he may be biting off more than even he can chew, his presence puts the mission in jeopardy. Please hurry to the objective, everyone.”

Raiden’s assassination of a Grad kicked DespoRHado into high alert. The other three Grads and the remaining cyborgs immediately swarmed him, and as if that wasn’t enough, the idle Ray stomped over as well. In doing so he inadvertently opened the way for the others, though whether or not he’d be able to take on all this heavy metal himself was anyone’s guess, though not necessarily their problem. Raiden had already demonstrated that he was a loose cannon, and not necessarily the team’s ally, especially if he planned to exterminate the same faction that the Seekers might be able to use against Shinra and Konoe.

Shaking his head in frustration, Zenkichi sighed. ”I can’t believe that lunatic! I’m no fan of these guys myself, but to go against them single-handed…? He’s insane.” Looking around the atrium, his eyes narrowed at the sky-rails and floating islets all over the place, before turning to Blazermate. ”Would you be able to fly up to one of those islands? I don’t have a hook for the sky-rails, but there’s gotta be some way to get around here without one. If they can be moved, that might be our way up.”

”I’m sure Mister Raiden will be fine.” Karin said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Karin fired her grappling hook at an upper portion of the wall, pulling herself up. She took a moment to situate herself, pushing off, and fired at a nearby floating section. Then she zipped quickly up to it and looked over it down at Zenkichi.

”I suppose we’ll have to find a way down for you.” She considered. ”I shall look as well.” She began to connect her grappling hooks to the closest island and pulling herself up, ascending higher and higher among the man-made technological pieces of land. She didn’t quite know what she was looking for, a switch or some kind of useful implement.

”I got you Zenkichi. You're a lot younger than the last guy I had to carry around, hehe.” Blazermate said before scooping up Zenkichi in her arms and flying up to the island with the rest of the group, that being Karin.

”Oh, well, splendid work, Blazermate.” Karin said, before continuing on her more manual mode of travel.

It would be a ways to go before the team reached the same heights that Khamsin managed to, but theirs was a simple and effective strategy. It wasn’t long until they reached the overlook that preceded the hall to the Head of Finance’s office, itself richly decorated with miniature gardens of colorful little trees and leafy bamboo shoots, the area decked out in gold, white tile, black marble, and dark wood. It’d be absurdly classy if not for doors dead ahead, ripped asunder by a giant rocket-propelled chainsaw axe.



”I think I prefer flying via airplanes…” Zenkichi admitted, a little queasy, after being carried up. ”There are medabots that turn into planes, but they are a lot less of an easy ride I assure you~.” Blazermate said as she put him down. Them then launched about via the man cannons that were situated on the various floating islands. ”Wow this place is pretentious. Like, really? Ego much?” He added as a final comment once they reached the doors to Finance.

Karin regarded the splendor with a rub of her chin. ”It is a bit garish.” She said. ”Clearly someone more focused on showcasing wealth than interior design.” Karin criticized. With everyone’s thoughts on Roquefort’s choice in aesthetics cleared away, they could finally begin the last leg of their journey. Into the belly of the beast they went, driven by the sounds of combat up ahead.





”Beret!” Beatriz snapped her fingers. ”That’s the fuckin’ ticket.” Despite all of the crazy sights in this place, for some reason this ‘painter’s hat’ had really captured Bea’s imagination. She had a small smile on her face. When it was lowered so Bea could get a look at it, she raised her hands as if she wanted to grab it, or maybe even put it on. But she didn’t, so her hands just hovered near the hat. Her hands were rough and brown, with clipped fingernails.

”Right, no, I guess not. You could just be, uh, y’know, French or some shit like that.” Beatriz nodded thoughtfully.

”Are you French?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. ”Like, from France? I’m from Brazil.” She pointed at the ground beneath them.

Beatriz stepped away from Rosie and the hat so she wouldn’t have to look up as much to keep talking. Beatriz heard yet another shout from the floating girl and briefly glanced over to see what was the matter, but mostly she was focused on her conversation with the enigmatic Rosie who had saved her day. Beatriz felt obligated to talk to her as long as Rosie wanted too. That made a thought occur to her.

”Oh, shit- I’m not- I’m not buggin’ you, am I?” She asked with a smile, scratching the back of her head. ”It’s just, uh, I’m kinda here by myself until I ring up my family.”
Vandelay Campus - Signal Tower

Location: Midgar Sector 06, the City of Glass
Raz’s @Truthhurts22, Roxas’ @Double, Sakura’s @Zoey Boey, Sandalphon
Word Count: 5611 (+6)


Out of the five teams, four got off to a decently quick start, even if the routes quickly communicated to them by their new mission control weren’t exactly straightforward. Goldlewis, Partitio, and Roland were given a rough direction to head in to reach Production, the crew headed for R&D were pointed toward a section of robot residential zoning in hopes of reaching a subway that could take them to their volcanic, Giovanna’s team could set their sights on the identifiable landmark formed by Security’s forward watchtower, and Zenkichi could lead Karin and Blazermate toward the grand Atrium in search of Finance. The journey in store for the last team turned out to be a bit more complicated.

“First, please refer to me over the comm lines using the callsign Halo,” Sandalphon began. “I will do the same for you, as Skywatch. The office of Kale Vandelay, who DespoRHado’s most capable associate means to hunt down, can be found within the upper reaches of that superstructure.” She directed her gaze up at the crowning feature of the campus, the sky-scraping ‘V’ tower. “However, I believe that when Sam flushes him out, Kale will flee to a more remote and well-defended location. If you join the large-scale firefight currently taking place in and around the Atrium, there’s no chance of reaching it in time. That’s why I would like 2B and 9S here to assist you.”

At Sandalphon’s command, the DespoRHado androids called in two Flight Units, descending from secure airspace at high speed only to slow to a smooth hover beside their operators. They both arrived in their sleek, aerodynamic flight forms, but a moment later they reconfigured into their imposing mech forms so that 2B and 9S could climb aboard.

Sandalphon nodded in approval. “These will fly you into the vicinity of the tower, at which point I would like you to lend tactical air support until the VIPs surface. Once they do, you’re free to pursue and engage.”

”You got it, Halo.” Sakura said, practicing her Callsign. It also sounded cool. She was admittedly nervous about flying. ”We got this, guys.” She said to Raz and Roxas, and offered them both a high five. Roxas was the first one to reciprocate. Raz had to leap up a bit to reach his, but he was sure it looked cooler than it felt.

”Nice!” Sakura said with a big grin.

Seeing the humans do this, 9S glanced over at 2B, gingerly raising his hand as if to offer one himself. He thought better of it before she saw anything, though.

Once locked in, the androids reconfigured their Flight Units again, providing somewhat tricky but ultimately serviceable platforms for Raz, Sakura, and Roxas to stand on, or at least hold on to. The black coat bedecked Roxas jumped up on 9S’s Flight Unit.

“We will forgo our typical evasive maneuvers to avoid ejecting you, but hold on tight anyway” 2B advised them flatly. Roxas was quick to take this advice. The last thing he wanted was to become a smear on the ground.

”Let’s do this!” Raz, pumped as ever, with his previous worries for today put on the backburner, pulled his goggles down. He was ready as he ever was.



Soon after, Sandalphon waved everyone goodbye, and the Flight Units took to the air. The wind whipped the Seekers’ hair and clothes as the ground receded beneath them. In a matter of moments team Skywatch was cruising high above Vandelay campus, able to see almost everything neither underground nor within a building’s interior. Fights between Vandelay robots and the DespoRHado assault force could be glimpsed all over, along with widespread destruction, especially near the Atrium, where all the well-trimmed lawns and hedges appeared to be on fire. They approached their destination, soaring without a care over the bitter corporate warfare down below, but when they drew near the stupidly huge ‘V’ things began to get interesting. What looked like from a distance like flocks of birds and fireworks clustered around the towers ended up being a huge dogfight between the companies’ airborne forces. Aerial Unmanned Gears called Sliders, outfitted with missiles and sometimes worn as winged jetpacks for gun-toting cyborg paratroopers had engaged an armada of bomb-chucking AIR-1N fliers and (much more dangerous) VU-TOR1 bots, backed up by long-range GNR support from the tower itself. The result was a chaotic mess of explosions, gunfire, and light rays.

“Enemy sighted. Moving to engage,” 2B announced.

“Engaging targets!” 9S confirmed, allowing his partner to take the lead. “Let’s thin the herd!”

Both Flight Units opened fire with mounted machine guns, quickly annihilating a half-dozen enemy robots with streams of incendiary death. Their opponents turned on them quickly, taking potshots or moving to intercept them. With their speed and maneuverability limited by their passengers, the Flight Units held firm, allowing the Seekers to join the fight.

Sakura made some type of loud, nervous noise, holding on tight to 2B’s Flight Module. She was glad she had Levitate, but she still didn’t want to fall. She stood up and fired a one handed fireball at nearby fliers, to no effect, the relatively slow projectile missing entirely. ”Not good enough..!”

Using her psychic powers to push herself against the flier, she hyped herself up with a yell and let go, standing only on her feet. She gathered energy in her hands. ”Hadoken!” She fired a much bigger fireball towards a nearby flier. It absorbed any bullets it encountered, and though it wasn’t a direct hit, her advanced techniques let it explode to knock anything nearby off course.

”If they get close to us or behind us, I can protect us, 2B-san!” She shouted down to her pilot. If they flew behind them, her fireballs gained both travel distance and speed as the enemies would be flying right into her blasts, making them actually fairly effective as air-to-air projectiles.

Her first challenge came in the form of two Sliders, one with a cyborg attached and another flying on its own. Locking onto 2B's Flight Unit, the Unmanned Gear fired off a couple semi-active laser-guided AIM-9X Sidewinder rockets. As they homed in on the street fighter’s ride, the cyborg paratrooper followed behind them, his Yellowjacket-3au auto rifle ready for some good old-fashioned spray-and-pray.

”Crap!” Sakura shouted, immediately undercutting her previous confidence-filled statement. She brought her arms back together and then forward, palms out and wrists almost touching, firing several fireballs as fast as she could. She was trying to knock the missiles out of the air and provide visual obstruction. The fireballs were forceful enough to trigger any impact based explosives. As for the paratrooper, well, she had to deal with the missiles first. ”There’s a guy on us!” She said, any further details cut off as her fireballs detonated the missiles in a burst of flame, shrapnel, and concussive force.

"Roger." Assuming that Sakura's call-out meant that she couldn't deal with the paratrooper, and that she was ready for intervention, 2B reoriented the Flight Unit in order to shoot the new threat down herself. The dual chainguns opened fire, their salvos ripping through the air to cut the cyborg down, but doing so threatened to send Sakura tumbling if she hadn't steeled herself as 2B believed.

”H-hey, woah!” Sakura said, flailing her arms, her eyes bulging. She managed to grab onto one of the big sticking out parts of the Flight Unit. ”You’re pretty eager, aren’t you?!” She called out with a nervous smile.

“Ah.” Realizing her mistake, 2B made an effort to even out her Flight Unit, as well as to apologize. “...Sorry,” she muttered. Sakura wouldn’t get any better than that, though, since the android needed to focus to keep the pair out of the thick of things, where attack could come from any direction. Bullets, bombs, and missiles filled the air, more frenetic than ever now that a couple new powerhouses had joined the fray.

Unlike Sakura, Raz wasn’t afraid of a little air time. Once defensive maneuvers were made, Raz used the momentum of the curves and barrel rolls to fling him up high! ”Yaaaaaaah!” As he reached the peak of his leap the dogfight below threatened to leave him behind, but he was quick on the draw. Targeting one of the unmanned Sliders with Mental Connection, Raz zipped right over to it mid-flight, and slammed down on top of it. ”’Scuse me,” he said, gripping the Gear’s main body in TK, ”I’m gonna borrow this for a sec!” Wrestling control of an automated robot was tricky to say the least, so Raz’s “borrow” ended up more as a “hold on for dear life and pray”. He used the strength of his TK to try and guide the Slider towards its allies, wrangling it like a rodeo bull as it tried to steer itself. It was all just a big lump of chaos. Though chaos was a tactic that sorta kinda worked! The Slider clipped and slammed into a lot of its kin, enough to disrupt the majority’s pursuit of the others, and Raz peppered out some Psi-Blasts at the manned ones, striking the passengers - and if all else failed, they’d have a wild target to try and shoot, one that barely knew what it was doing itself.

Unfortunately there wasn’t a whole lot Roxas could do. Even just freeing one his hands in order to summon a Keyblade would risk him losing his grip and potentially fall. But if he did nothing then it was more likely that 9S would end up being shot down. In other words, he had to something. So he risked freeing up one of his hands to summon Oathkeeper. With it he took some potshots with Blizzaga. He wasn’t sure how much the wind and flight speed would affect his accuracy but maybe he’d get lucky and hit something? He was hoping Blizzaga could maybe freeze up some servos or mechanical joints, which might possibly result in enemy bogeys losing their flight control and subsequently going down. Luckily for him, the basic Sliders and AIR-1Ns both tended to stop moving momentarily while flying whether to attack or seek targets, which meant that as long as Roxas could take aim he could probably land a few hits on the low-health war machines. And 9S slowed down his Flight Unit to give the keyblade master just that chance, slow enough that Roxas could stand atop it. Of course, doing so made it that much easier for the GNR units lined up at the windows of the nearby tower to take aim, the direction of their beam cannons foreshadowed by thin red targeting lasers.

”Over there! In the tower!” Roxas said to 9S, having to shout in order to make sure the wind speed didn’t overpower the sound of his voice. He also pointed his Keyblade in the direction of where he was spotting the GNR units as well, ”Get me close if you can! I’ll take care of the rest!”

Registering both the threat and his passenger’s attention, 9S pushed his Flight Unit forward. “Understood!” The trio peeled away from what was quickly becoming a machine feeding frenzy and made for the snipers’ nest. While the GNRs zeroed in on the imminent threat as best they could, they needed to ‘lock in’ a beat before their beams of light blazed forth, which gave 9S enough time to evade them. When the android got close enough to pull up alongside the row of glass windows, Roxas found the gunners just one tricky but still very doable jump away.

Roxas pulled up his hood so that it would help obscure his identity on any stray security cameras, then he lunged forward and launched himself off the edge of 9S’s Flight Unit toward the nearest window of the tower. The white and red GNR Unit stationed there scrambled to try and fire its beam weapon but the red beam only served as a tell Roxas could exploit. He crossed both his Keyblades in front of him within the red line so that when the beam came it was reflected away from Roxas while he was barrelling toward it in midair. Then he twisted himself around and used that momentum to bring the Keyblades around and down onto the GNR Unit. Then he followed that up with an additional slash from each of his Keyblades and that seemed to be enough to finish the unit off.

Now the Keybearer found himself in a window-side hallway staring at an entire row of a dozen GNR units. They’d been previously aiming their weapons outside the open windows to try and shoot down aerial foes. Now they were whirling around and training their arm-mounted beam cannons at the newly arrived intruder. Roxas jumped to the side, narrowly dodging a volley of beam shots. Instantly he dashed forward toward the nearest GNR while simultaneously hurling one his Keyblades at the next one down the hall. Before the nearest could get off its shot Roxas made it near enough to bat the cannon away from its aim by hitting it with his Keyblade. Meanwhile the Keyblade he had thrown had crashed into the cannon of the next GNR, also throwing off its aim as well.

Roxas then hooked his Keyblade around the neck of the GNR right in front of him and forcibly pulled it in front of him to take the incoming volley of shots from the remaining GNR units. Sort of like using a human shield, except with a robot rather than a human. As the GNR he hid behind fell, Roxas dashed forward to continue his assault. He used flowmotion to launch himself between the parallel walls of the hallway, slashing his way through the line of GNR units along the way. When he reached the center of the enemy cluster, the Keybearer quickly thrust Oathkeeper straight up above him, ”Thundaga!” he called, conjuring an AOE of lightning strikes around him to fry the circuits and electronics of the robotic foes he was fighting. After that he remembered the sigil that Sandalphon placed on him before the mission started, ”Halo? This is Skywatch.” he told her over the magical connection, making sure to remember to use callsigns instead of names, ”I need an extraction, tell 9S I’m coming out hot! He’ll know what to do!”

"Understood, Skywatch," Sandalphon replied, her voice clear and calm. "...Request confirmed. 9S en route."

Then Roxas ran forward to the end of the hall. He finished off whatever stragglers remained of the GNR’s and then… he leaped straight out of the window and back out into the sky - hoping 9S got the message and would grab him before he became a splat on the ground below.

Luckily, the Flight Unit cruised by just in the nick of time. Trusting Raz to fend off the Sliders currently in pursuit, 9S swooped in close to the building to catch Roxas just before he really began to fall. His death-defying maneuver went off without a hitch, but the three were hardly out of the woods just yet. Missiles from the Sliders exploded against the surface of the building just meters away, sending a shower of glass down as the Flight Unit picked up speed. A moment later the Sliders emerged from the smoke and closed in, locking on for another salvo.

”I need you to catch me from falling again.” Roxas said to 9S, but unfortunately had no time to wait for a response. He launched himself from the side of the Flight Unit and in mid-air appeared to change into a streak of light that homed in on the nearest Slider. As soon as he made contact, Roxas attacked it with a Cross Slash. Now he was in the air among the Sliders with only moments to act, ”Thundaga!” he let loose the spell to zap and fry the other Sliders around him. He started to fall but only for a moment or two before 9S and Flight Unit swooped by and caught him.

Meanwhile, 2B and Sakura’s had continued their flight path around the periphery of the fight, avoiding the machine mosh pit while they picked off AIR-1Ns and Sliders. It wasn’t long until their efforts attracted some especially unwanted attention, though. A high-pitched, keening screech announced the entrance of a large VU-TOR1 unit. The mechanical bird of prey swooped in and began to hover near the Flight Unit, the beats of its massive energy wings strong enough to buffet Sakura with wind. It let out another cry and extended its talons upward before coming down in a nasty triple slash.

The chances of this giant bird robot being another mook to blast were fairly low, Sakura thought. Sakura crossed one arm to withstand the wind, her short brown hair and headband whipping around. Sakura focused on the oncoming bot and braced for impact. She met with the triple slash with her forearm, scraping aside the dangerous blades with blue sparks. With her focus on defense in order to get a bead on this thing, and no further action taken, the Vulture backed away. It then executed a corkscrew dive, driving its talons to strike twice as it passed by. Seeking to tear up the Flight Unit as much as Sakura, it would repeat the corkscrew two more times, adjusting its aim to pursue its target each time.

Sakura blocked the dive as well, wincing from the pain. But, way better than getting hit. When she noticed the Flight Suit getting damaged, though, she knew she had to act. Grabbing onto the raised section of the Flight Suit, she watched it come in for its next dive. Hopefully she had gotten enough of a read on this thing's timing to hit the anti-air! ”Right there!” Sakura shot her leg upward, bending it with impressive flexibility, the top of her foot angling over her shoulder. It was Sakura’s signature Chin Buster kick, a solid whomp to Vulture’s metal body to interrupt its dive and knock it out of the air. If she could create space with this, she could begin throwing her hadokens to stop it from getting close again. ”Really hope I don’t have to try and jump towards it…” Sakura muttered, having seen Roxas do some crazy stunt out of the corner of her eye.

Her well-timed kick struck on the perfect beat, knocking the Vulture up in a backflip with an affronted squawk. When it righted itself, it found a volley of fireballs headed its way, and promptly flew around. 2B rotated her Flight Unit to keep it trained on the enemy robot, and when she had a clear shot she let loose. The burst of bullets clipped the bird and persuaded it to fly back into melee range, where 2B couldn't get a bead on it without endangering her passenger again.

The android called to Sakura over the roaring wind. "Do that again! Once you stagger it, I want you to jump straight up!" The Vulture swooped in to slash with its claws once more.

”A-alright! If you say so!” Sakura said, steeling herself as the Vulture dive bombed her. It was hardly an advanced dive kicker, so Sakura repeated the same timing, throwing her strong leg upward to smash it away. Then she brought her foot down, crouched, and jumped into the air.

Barely had the street fighter lifted off before 2B took action. Golden energy streamed from emitters on the Flight Unit’s long, rigid ‘tail’, coating it in light to form a huge swordblade as the machine began to spin. It pivoted around in a full revolution and cleaved clean through the Vulture’s middle in a splendid golden crescent, sending its halves spiraling to the ground as the air hummed from its passage. The blade dissipated and the Flight Unit halted its momentum just in time to catch Sakura on the way down, like she’d executed the mother of all kickflips, equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.

Sakura lay on her belly, hanging tightly onto the flight unit, shaking. ”Hoaa-haha…ha! Wow! Okay! We did it!”

As intense as that encounter had been, the Seekers formed only a small part of the fight in the skies–a fight now visibly going in one side’s favor. Relatively slow and featuring only lobbed explosives in terms of attack, the AIR-1N units ended up as fodder for the faster and harder-hitting DespoRHado forces. Though they also lacked durability, the Sliders could avoid damage better and deal out a lot more, especially with a cyborg at the helm. Vandelay’s Vultures were their side’s saving grace, but what they made up for in ability they lacked in quantity, and enough punishment would put them down just as easily.

The Seekers weren’t the only third party in the fight, though. By now, the fighting on Vandelay Campus had definitely caught the public eye, and helicopters full of news crew had taken to the sky to buzz around the facilities. A little too close, in fact. One helicopter, its doors thrown open to reveal a daredevil photographer ready and willing to take chances for an exclusive scoop as the vehicle drew closer. At the same time though, it drew the attention of a wave of AIR-1N reinforcements flying up from below, and the machines did not seem to discriminate between non-Vandelay targets. In only a few moments the chopper would be swarmed by bomb-tossing robots.

At this point Raz’s Slider-Hijack plan had gone belly up. While it did result in crashing a decent chunk of the assembled Gears, the one he was riding threw him off a while back, and with both 9S and 2B focused on helping the other two he had to sort out his method of flight on his own. How has he managed that?

Just barely.

Utilizing the shared Levitation from Sakura, Raz was bobbing through the air like a tennis ball in water; since he still hadn’t mastered the art of ball-less levitating, he figured he’d use his weakness as a strength! ”Whoaaaah! Ahhhh-hah! Look out below!” A steady rhythm of Raz freefalling and then levitating straight upwards, unfocused in how to control himself, kept him at an okay level in the air. And every time he passed an enemy, be it a rogue Slider or an AIR-1N Unit, he’d telekinetically snatch and sling it at another attacker.

Probably not the flashiest thing in the battle for the news copter to focus on, but whatever. Raz noticed the chopper, and the robots moving in to attack it, and pivoted (best he could) to reach it as well. ”Oh no you don’t!” Raz cut his levitation, spinning into a dive that would get him to a spot under the chopper faster than the AIR-1Ns could fly to it, then kicked it back on, slingshotting himself up and up and– thunk! He hit his head against the bottom of the chopper, just as he gripped one of its skids.

”Owwww.” A little head trauma wasn’t going to deter him though. He swung himself up and over the edge of the chopper, landing inside with the news crew. ”Okay, everyone, remain calm!” He raised his hands to show he meant no harm. [color=FF8c00]”I don’t mean you harm! But those guys do!” Raz turned to “those guys”, being the Vandelay robots, and began a counter-defense for the chopper, zapping them with charged Blasts and TKing away any bombs they chucked at ‘em. He also struck a suuuuper cool pose for the camera people. That was important.

“Whoa!” After hearing the thunk the photographer had leaned out of the chopper to try and get a bead on what hit it, only to get a snapshot of a giant, goggled head. Nobody could have missed the junior Psychonaut’s ungainly stop-and-start flight through the chaos, but he hadn’t expected Raz to board the helicopter in person. “Here, grab my hand!” he yelled over the punchy whir of the rotors, crouching with one hand extended, only for the boy to vault in himself. The minute he landed, he got flashed by the photographer’s camera. “Nice!”

Of course, he wasn’t blind to the danger. “Yeah, no kiddin’!” When the fight began, the man went into overdrive, maneuvering around to get the best angles despite the danger of falling. Once satisfied, he let his camera fall and produced a notepad instead. “The name’s Frank West, by the way. You got time for a quick interview, kid?”

”Uhh…” Raz paused his defense to look at Frank over his shoulder. ”Maybe later? I’ll get my people in touch with your people.”

Frank raised an eyebrow. “‘Your people’?” After Raz said that, though, the man took notice of his custom uniform for the first time. Those colors, the holographic orange wires…it had to be! “Oh, I gotcha! But what’s Psych-OSF doing out here in the first place? What can you tell the people at home about the situation unfolding at Vandelay?” The next second a bomb exploded against the chopper’s exterior. While it was weak, it still caused the flying machine to rock worryingly, for all the difference that made to Frank’s composure. He was already jotting down notes. “Relax, I’ve covered wars, y’know.”

Raz flinched, not from the bomb, but from Frank’s question. ”Aw crap.” He looked down at himself as if to confirm that yes, he was still wearing his clothes. He totally blanked on what his being there meant in the greater scheme of things, turning this clash of two factions into a sort of melee-a-trois, to get a little fancy.

”Nothing! I can’t tell you anything, I just… I just work here.” He refocused his efforts on protecting the copter - these Vandelay bots had to run dry eventually, right?

As soon as he noticed the news helicopter, Roxas could only let out an exasperated sigh. Were these people nuts? Vandelay was a literal warzone right now. This was no place for a non-combatant! The Keybearer indicated to 9S that Raz was with them and looked like he needed a pickup. Roxas spoke into the sigil in order to reach Sandalphon, ”Halo? This is Skywatch. Looks like the media’s showing up, but they’re just a casualty waiting to happen. Any idea how to get rid of them?” he asked her, hoping she’d have a suggestion. If not then maybe 9S would?

“That’s not surprising,” Sandalphon replied, and she sounded about as happy about it as she sounded surprised. “Media attention is an inevitability given an operation of this scale. I brought it up to Sundowner during the planning stage, but he said to ignore them. Normally the media remains at a safe distance; whoever’s in there must be categorically insane.” She paused for just a moment to think. A warning shot was out of the question. “If you cannot convince them to leave with words, you’ll have to do so indirectly with danger.”

”Great, no pressure then. I read you, Halo. I’ll see what we can do. You should know Raz is already over there. I hope he hasn’t said too much.” Roxas replied with a shake of his head. Unfortunately he didn’t know exactly what they were going to do. But he supposed they could probably start by going to get Raz, ”C’mon, 9S. Let’s go grab Raz. See if you can draw some attention on the way there. We need to convince those reporters that it’s too dangerous to stick around here.”

”Raz-kun..!” Sakura shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. ”Oh, right.” Then she began to psychically transmit her thoughts to Raz.
”Raz, this is Sakura…Are you in the helicopter? Can you tell those guys to get the heck outta here?! What kind of crappy cameras do they have where they have to be so close, anyway?!” Sakura transmitted her thoughts.

”Trying to run damage control right now,” he thought right back, ”in a lotta different ways!” Continuing to glance over to Frank, since it was hard to remain totally silent under his interrogation, Raz figured it was time to work some journalistic magic.

”I am not on the record here!” He kr-zppt a trio of AIR-1Ns that had gotten closer with a big burst of Psi-blast. ”You can’t quote me on anything, I don’t consent, I have the right to remain silent, uhh…” He felt himself floundering a little, digging the hole they were in even deeper. This guy covered wars! So, as Raz was trying to protect the copter from the mounting explosive offense, an idea sparked. Not a good idea or anything, but…

In a brief lull of battle Raz spun around to face Frank and tugged his goggles up. ”Mr. West, sir, my name is Razputin, and while I’m sure there’s plenty I could divulge to you right here and now, I have a proposition for ya.” He paused to fire some more blasts out of the open door. ”If, if you and your crew fly to safety, then after this all blows over I can score you an exclusive interview with ex-Secretary of Defense Goldlewis Dickinson himself! I’ve been working under him for a bit now, so trust me, he’s way more in the know about what’s going down than myself.”

The newsman’s eyebrows went up again. From flat-out denials to huge promises? This guy must be getting desperate, and the story here must be juicy. Even Frank could see which way the wind was blowing though. “Now we’re getting somewhere!” he joked. Outside the chopper, the population of AIR-1Ns had dwindled down to almost nothing. Raz had been doing a good job, and the efficiency of his psi-blasts against these bots in particular couldn’t be understated. Of course, more enemies could show up any time. “There’s a lot more that I want to know, but I’ll get outta you guys' hair. I’m already in a boatload of trouble for endangering the chopper,” he chuckled wryly as he turned to yell at the pilot. “Let’s get out of here, pronto!”

“You got it,” the anthropomorphic rabbit in the pilot seat called back. Though he’d been doing a spectacular job with evasive maneuvers so far considering he was piloting a civilian helicopter, he seemed happy to leave the danger behind.

“Sure you’re gonna be okay, kid?” Frank peeked down from the helicopter’s side doors. It was a long way down, so hopefully whatever Raz used to fly had more juice.

This was about when 9S’s flight unit came by, with Roxas in tow, ”I hate to ask, but… how much did you have to tell them to get them to leave?” It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Raz, because he did. But of the Seekers on this team, Roxas was the one with a direct line to Sandalphon. So it sort of fell to him to keep her in the loop on this stuff so she could keep everyone else in the loop. As Raz hopped onto the Flight Unit, Frank waved goodbye, and the chopper peeled away.

Sakura looked uneasily between the news copter as it flew off and the barely safe skies. As well as the rooftop below which undoubtedly she and the others would have to drop down on at some point to do battle. ”Are we ready?” She asked.

“Attention, Skywatch,” Sandalphon hailed them. “I just received new intel from some of my androids. Kale Vandelay was just spotted on the bridge leading from the Vandelay Building to a Signal Tower, and Jetstream Sam is confirmed to be in pursuit. I’m transmitting the coordinates to 2B and 9S. Make haste.”

”Guess it’s time for our actual mission. I’m ready when you guys are.” Roxas said, with little else to do but wait for them to go on the move.

”Good!” Sakura said, holding onto 2B’s unit tightly, knuckles white. ”Let’s show ‘em what we can do.”

Confirming the new data, 9S nodded. “Coordinates received. They’re moving fast. Hold on tight, everyone!” With that, both Flight Units began to pick up speed, descending in a wide arc around the Vandelay Building to leave what remained of the midair mayhem behind.

Level 8: 06/80
Word Count:
Location: Home of Tears
Points Gained: 1
NEW EXP balance--- Level 8: 07/80






After listening to the story, Jesse felt that she could probably become real friends with most of the Seekers with a little more time.

Right now it just feels like we’re close allies because of all the battles we fight together. But they’re all so…likeable. Most of them, anyway. It’s nice.

The next day, their quest for the Quest Items continued. Right now their best bet was facing down Pizza Face.

At the top of the tower, the boss emerged. Jesse blinked. “Pizza…Face. Pizza Face. Yeah, I don’t know what I was expecting.” She said. She wondered if he had the piece on him, where he’d be hiding it.

Is it one of the toppings?

As she began to sprint and Float and fire her gun at the minions, she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurd imagery of the brave knight taunting the giant floating pizza. “To be honest, not sure if he’s going to be very receptive to insults to his honor.” Jesse said.

It seemed like the minions were mostly covered, so Jesse figured it was time to start putting holes into the guy. Floating above the fray she switched her Service Weapon to Spin. Pizza Face was a big, unarmored target, so the damage of Spin should hypothetically be the highest out of all her weapons even at mid-range. She began to fire into his cheesy face, Levitating while strafing.

After her gun began to steam, overheated, she dropped to the floor and Evaded pre-emptively to cause Pizza Face to lose her. Then she saw Ichiban cut through some Forknights. One barely survived.

“Let me get this one, Ichiban!” Jesse called out. She had been meaning to try this move out. She reached her hand out and locked psychically with the Forknight. A thin blue tendril of energy connected him to her, and he was stunned by the sudden intrusion into his mind. Jesse squeezed her hand slowly like she was crushing a stress ball. Then there was a release, and a blue clarity seemed to overtake the Forknight’s mind. Now he was under Jesse’s control, having Seized his will. The Forknight turned on his fellows, distracting and damaging the other minions to give Jesse’s allies a little bit of extra breathing room.

“Nice. Glad that’s working again.” Jesse said.




”All right, Rosie!” Bea said cheerfully. ”I guess I should say my friends call me Bea.” She said. She wouldn’t mind any half-truths or omissions- they were just strangers, after all. Beatriz believed in being nice to strangers, not divulging all your life secrets to them in two seconds.

”Pay the bills, huh? Maybe I should show you to my auntie. She’s convinced this ain’t gonna make me no money.” She says with a little laugh. ”Yeah? It’s, uh, quite a crowd.” Beatriz said. Rosie didn’t exactly fit what Beatriz pictured as a ‘fighter’ herself, being a seven foot tall…painter? Definitely with the ‘artistic pursuits’ and that little artist hat. Beatriz stared at the hat. What was that thing called? The name escaped her.

At Rosie’s question, Bea grinned sheepishly and rubbed her arm. ”What, me? I- uh. Y’know. Money? Would be nice. Who doesn’t like money?” She asked rhetorically.

”Or, uh. Fame would be pretty good. People knowin’ I’m good. And there’s lots of strong fighters here, so, a good chance to get better. ” She said. Though, clearly, she was fumbling. The true reason escaped her still.

”And, y’know, it might be fun?” She shrugged, with a final wincing smile and raise of the eyebrow. Self-conscious, she face palmed for a moment.

”And the stone, I don’t know about that stone. I don’t see how a little fuckin-” She makes a half-hearted gesture with her thumb and index finger, like she was holding the stone. ”I don’t see how a little rock could make anyone stronger. The idea of picking up a rock and suddenly being better almost- it almost bums me out for some reason.” She says.

Then she glanced over at the ongoing drama, having been too busy talking to participate in any saying of ‘Ja’ or ‘Nin’ or otherwise. Jaden was getting mad at some pink man.

”Uhh…man, whatever.” She looks back at Rosier. ”What the fuck is that thing on your head called? That hat? That painter hat?” She points up at it, and then snaps her fingers, a puzzled look on her face. ”Like, ra ra, reh..raaa, somethin’. Raa somethin’.”
Sakura Level 9: 52/90
Karin Level 5: 47/50
Location: City of Glass
Word Count: dasdk
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Sakura Level 9: 81/90 +28
Karin Level 6: 26/60 +28




When Goldlewis mentioned Sakura and Raz had committed a felony, she pulled on her collar, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face. ”O-oh…crap.” She gulped.

”That’s not good. I knew I was never cut out for army life. I hope they don’t make us clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush.” Sakura said, glancing worriedly over at Raz.


Sakura and Karin woke up bright and early as usual. Well, not for Sakura, who had often maintained an entirely chaotic and inefficient sleeping schedule to have more time for training when she wasn’t in school. But she wasn’t going to school anymore, she was fighting in a war…that did mean less time for training though. Fortunately, experience was a great teacher.

Karin was back in her adventurer’s outfit, golden hair hanging by her shoulders. A sleeveless black and blue waterproof top tucked into dark trousers with knee pads and boots. Sakura was wearing her OSF outfit. White headband, black pants and sneakers. And her red, midriff baring top underneath a thick black vest. Both fighters had their respective gloves on to reduce the risk of splitting their knuckles on the faces of their enemies.

Karin stood to fighting position when Goldlewis was startled, and Sakura did the same after looking at Karin wondering what the heck the problem was.

When the message complete, Karin put her hands on her hips. ”Interesting. I am glad we were made aware of this. I have no problem with mutually beneficial agenda advancements.”

”So, what, we just go there and smack every jerk we see?” Sakura said. ”That almost sounds too good to be true.” She punched her palm, excited to see some action.


Once there, Karin regarded the oncoming androids coolly, prepared incase it was somehow a trap. But with the evidence of battle all around them, it was clear the opportunity being presented was real.

”Very well.” Karin regarded their new allies, temporary as they may be. ”I suppose we must make haste.”

”Their petty squabbles born of insecurity and greed will make ample opportunities for justice to rise from the ashes.”

”You and me should stick together, Raz-kun. Our psychic powers can help each other! Plus, we’re a team. And with Karin, that makes three!” Sakura said.

”Not so fast, Miss Sakura.” Karin said with an easy smile. ”With so few members for each time, having us doubling up would be redundant. Best we split up so other teams could use our skills, yes?”

”You make a good point. And that way, you won't have to lose to me in any competitions about who beats up more bad guys.” Sakura said. An obvious undercurrent of ‘I’m teasing you’ in her voice.

Karin’s eyebrow twitched, her smile unfaltering. ”On second thought, perhaps you and I should-

”No, no, no, you’re right, you’re right!” Sakura said, offering Karin a fist bump. ”See you when it’s over.”

Karin sighed. ”Indeed.” She punched Sakura’s hand.

”I think you fight better when you’re a little mad.” Sakura said, shaking out her wrist with a giggle. With that she went to follow Raz and Roxas to their theater of battle.
Sakura Level 9: 51/90
Karin Level 5: 46/50
Location: City of Glass
Word Count: weh
Points Gained: 1 (i dont want to do the math right now.
New EXP Balance--- Sakura Level 9: 52/90
Karin Level 5: 47/50





Sakura was happy to be re-united with her friends after finishing her game of darts. Everything had worked out after all. They got some pretty vital intel, it sounded like. The faster they got to punching the bad guys, the better. That was what Sakura was good at.

At the hideout, they were introduced to a newcomer, Roland. And everyone began talking. About a lot of stuff. If everyone was giving their two cents, this would come to about a dollar.

Sakura’s main contribution was setting a reassuring hand on Mister Geralt’s shoulder when he talked about Ciri. She knew he cared about Ciri a lot. ”She sounds strong. We’ll find her, and until then, I bet she’s fine.” She said. But she knew it wasn’t that easy not to worry, and her tone of voice indicated as much. But that didn’t mean reassurances weren’t worth giving out.

Karin nodded enthusiastically at Roxas’ well-earned boasting about his powerful weapon. ”If you truly believe that would work…well, eliminating the Guardians are our top priority. The Consuls, the politics: it’s all obstacles in the way of that singular goal.” She said.

”As for your Organization, Roxas, well, it’s hard to say what exactly-” Karin said, trailing off.

”I think I’ve only really met one. She helped me in a fight, even after she insisted some horrible mean thing was the only way to win. A grumpy person that was secretly nice.” Sakura said cheekily.

”Hmph.” Karin crossed her arms. She wasn’t going to acknowledge that with a comment.

Roxas and Midna had a minor disagreement, and Karin felt she should speak up. ”Don’t forget you two are talking about two completely different Darknesses. We’re all from entirely different worlds. The same words will describe different concepts.” Karin said.

”Yeah…” Sakura said, thinking about some of the truly horrible things she had witnessed in her time as a ship girl. At Raz's mention of her reporting in, Sakura nodded.

”The team is gonna feel a lot empiter with Peach-san...” Sakura said sadly. ”But I'm right there with you, Raz-kun.” She gave him a salute.

”Hey, Karin-san. You still owe me a fight. Wanna get outta here before bed?” She asked.

Karin looked around at the others. ”If you’ll excuse us. We’ll travel a safe distance from the hideout and keep things relatively quiet.” She said.

”Right!” Sakura said.

So before resting, Sakura and Karin left, and they finally had that spar they’d been meaning to have. Later that night they returned to the hideout and bedded down.

Karin never dreamed, and Sakura rarely had a nightmare. Karin was excellent at sleeping. Karin was the best at sleeping- her body was a temple and well-oiled machine that needed rest, and she could will herself into restful slumber whenever she pleased, and wake up on subconscious command. Sakura just ate oatmeal and drank milk and stuff.

But that was why Sakura was still awake when she heard Tora gently crying, and it broke her heart. Poor Tora. She hadn’t known him long, but she’d never seen him without Poppi. It must be so hard on him. That was why Sakura didn’t fall asleep until after Tora did. But she did spend a while staring up at the ceiling and thinking of her own family, wherever they were. Sakura talked with Geralt a few days ago, and learned not to worry. To be honest, she was just…sure. They were fine. Citizens somewhere, living ignorantly in some Galeem-fueled bliss, probably waiting for her to come home. Sakura sighed and tossed her arm over her eyes.
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