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Makai Gekidan – Hyper Director (Abyss Actor – Hyper Director) Link 1 DARK Fiend Link Effect Monster ATK 800 Link Arrow: Bottom-Center Link Material: 1 “Abyss Actor” Pendulum Monster You can use the [(1)st] effect with this card’s name only once per turn. (1) Target 1 card in your Pendulum Zone; for the rest of the turn, you cannot Normal or Special Summon monsters, except “Abyss Actor” monsters, also Special Summon the targeted card, then take from your Deck or face-up Extra Deck 1 “Abyss Actor” Pendulum Monster with a name different from that Special Summoned monster’s, and if you do, place it in your Pendulum Zone. Ten’i Ryuu – Sahasrara (Tenyi Spirit – Sahasrara) Link 4 LIGHT Wyrm Link Effect Monster ATK 3000 Link Arrows: Top-Center, Top-Right, Bottom-Center, Bottom-Right Link Materials: 2+ Wyrm monsters You can use the (2)nd effect with this card’s name only once per turn. (1) While you control a face-up non-Effect Monster, your opponent cannot target Effect Monsters on the field for attacks or with card effects. (2) (Quick Effect): You can target 1 Effect Monster your opponent controls; Special Summon 1 “Tenyi Spirit Token” (Wyrm/LIGHT/Level 4/? ATK/0 DEF) to your field. Its ATK becomes equal to the targeted monster’s original ATK. Artifact Dagda Link 2 LIGHT Fairy Effect Monster ATK 1500 Link Arrows: Bottom-Left, Bottom-Right Link Materials: 2 monsters with different names You can use each effect among the (1)st and (2)nd effects with this card’s name only once per turn. (1) When another card, or another card’s effect, is activated on the field (Quick Effect): You can Set 1 “Artifact” monster directly from your hand or Deck in your Spell & Trap Zone as a Spell Card, but destroy it during your opponent’s next End Phase. (2) If this Link Summoned card is destroyed during your opponent’s turn: You can Special Summon 1 “Artifact” monster from your GY in Defense Position. Mirage Declarer (Herald of Mirages) Link 2 LIGHT Fairy Link Effect Monster ATK 600 Link Arrows: Bottom-Left, Bottom-Right Link Materials: 2 monsters with the same Attribute and Type, except Tokens You can use each effect among the (1)st and (2)nd effects with this card’s name only once per turn. (1) When a Spell/Trap Card or effect is activated (Quick Effect): You can send 1 Fairy monster from your hand to the GY; Negate that activation, and if you do, destroy it. (2) If this card in its owner’s possession is sent to the GY by an opponent: You can add, from your GY to your hand, up to 2 cards with different names that are Ritual Monsters and/or Ritual Spells. Oh-Shinchou Simorgh (Simorgh, Bird of Kings) Link 3 WIND Winged Beast Effect Monsters ATK 2400 Link Arrows: Bottom-Left, Bottom-Center, Bottom-Right Link Materials: 2+ monsters, including a Winged Beast monster You can use the (3)rd effect with this card’s name only once per turn. Cannot be used as Link Material. (1) This card, also any Winged-Beast monsters it points to, cannot be targeted by your opponent’s card effects. (2) If this card would be destroyed by battle, you can destroy 1 “Simorgh” card you control instead. (3) During the End Phase: You can Special Summon, from your hand or Deck, 1 Winged Beast monster whose Level is equal to or lower than the number of unoccupied Spell & Trap Zones on the field. Reihyou no Mayakashi – Yuki On’na (Yuki-Onna, the Absolute Zero Mayakashi) Link 4 WATER Zombie Link Effect Monster ATK 2900 Link Arrows: Left, Bottom Left, Bottom Right, Right Link Materials: 2+ Zombie monsters You can use the (3)rd effect with this card’s name only up to twice per turn. (1) You can only control 1 “Yuki-Onna, the Absolute Zero Mayakashi”. (2) Negate any activated effect from an opponent’s monster that was banished when that effect was activated. (3) If a monster is Special Summoned from the GY, or if a monster effect is activated in the GY: You can target 1 other face-up monster on the field; its ATK becomes 0, also negate its effects. To wit, the last theme is being purposefully kept in suspense. Source: https://ygorganization.com/lvp3-the-links-from-tonight-revealed/

Not a pup. Of course she wasn't. She was a big strong girl this Lucine. Catriona couldn't help but giggle at the clear display of frustration as the wolf girl asserted she was a cuter pup than Catriona was a kitten. She couldn't have asked for a much better reaction. She could already tell this was going to be a fun ride picking on the touchy puppy but there was a lot going on in the room. Other Jaegers were arriving, introducing themselves or otherwise speaking among themselves. Alexandre's as well as Lopt's introductions made much less impact on her than what followed shortly after. Her eyes departed from their joviality as a fire of irritation took hold as they set their focus on Jekyll. Even after all this, all the weeks of boredom, the man still wasn't entirely prepared to get them on out of here. The nerve of some men. It would be one thing if she could play with him more often but he rarely directly approached her during her stay past these briefings. The moment of disgust passed as a boy named Lachlan introduced himself to the group. A real ball of nerves this one seemed to be. Catriona could already tell that a simple breeze might knock him over let alone her usual teasing. But thankfully the blessed lad had given her everything she needed. Lucine had no intention of simply refuting the word pup and calling herself cute. No she intended to fire back. The poor fool. "You'll have to do a few things before you get to put a collar on me." she began, leaning in toward Lucine while holding a arm across her chest to accentuate certain features of her body. None of this was made any better by her wardrobe of course. But it didn't matter to Catriona, she loved how uncomfortable she could make some people. "But if you put in the work, you can call me an-y-thing-you-like." she nearly whispered in a jokingly seductive tone, emphasizing each syllable of her last few words. To cap it off she shot the wolf girl a wink before giggling to herself some more. But she wasn't done, oh no. She raised a finger to her lips while closing the eye she'd winked earlier. The ear on the same side lowered some to add to her playful posture. "Most settle on 'Mommy' after a while. I'm sure you'll come around too puppy dog." Still no sign of her name. In truth, Catriona had no intention of revealing it to any of them present. Friendship with other Jaeger held little of her interest. Only Jekyll truly had her attention in this room as yet.

"My, my aren't you all just adorable! I didn't think Jekyll would be one to keep pets. Are you house broken yet little pup?" Pup? Pup? Now, Lucine was fine with a lot of pet names. It was something she'd gotten used to as a Jaeger with her particular qualities. But a pup she most certainly wasn't! She was once, but those days were far gone. She was a hardened and fully independent wolf who had managed to make a living for herself in the mercenary business. And to be called that by a cat of all things! How insulting! "I am not a pup," Lucine huffed. "And I bet when I was, I was way cuter than you were as a kitten. I'm a fully grown woman who can take care of herself, thank you very much." "Nice to meet you. As well as you, Miss Cat." "Er, likewise." Now this guy on the other hand, was much more agreeable. At least on the first impression. For some reason, Lucine had a feeling that she'd get along just fine with this bunny-eared man. As Lucine shook this Lopt guy's hand, the others seemed to start introducing themselves. Or rather, others had already been introducing themselves by the time Lucine got here, but one got up from his seat to follow in the trend. "Good morning. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, for I was stuck in thought. I am Alexandre Roi of Farway...a pleasure to meet you all." If Lucine was still eating the bread rolls she'd taken earlier, she'd probably start choking on one right about now. Roi!? As in, that Roi!? Lucine's mind suddenly raced, trying to figure out how to handle this. He's like, actually actual royalty! Farway royalty! I've worked with some nobles here and there before, but never with the royal family! There was that coup and all, not that I was in Farway at the time... but still! Am I supposed to treat him like a prince!? Or like my equal since his family was taken out of the throne? Why, of all the families in Grimm, did we have to get a Roi in this group!? While Lucine panicked over how to address His Highness, somebody else spoke up. "I'm Lachlan, but umm, if that's too hard, you can just call me Lach. It's easier, usually. At least, that's what people say, I'm not quite sure if that's true or not...no! I'm not doubting them; it's probably true. And, sorry, I'm really bad with names, not that that's any excuse really, but it kind of is, though, well, I'm very sorry because I forgot, but what was your name again?" You're a life-saver, Lachlan! And while everyone was introducing themselves... this was a perfect time for a bit of payback. "And what about you?" Lucine asked, turning to the cat girl who had so perfectly hit a sour spot not long ago. "Should we call you Fluffy or something? Do you need a collar with a fish-shaped name tag on it?"

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As yet more others arrived and settled in, Lachlan grew increasingly uncomfortable. The more people that trickled in, the less space there was to move around in. The less space there was...well, that just meant it was more likely that he'd end up accidentally touching somebody. Thus causing some sort of accident. Panicking slightly, he hunched his shoulders further, hoping to minimize the amount of room he took up himself. Still, he did listen in on the other conversations going on around him. One man, by the name of Lowpit Saulbeeoorg--or something like that. He had never been very canny with remembering names and their pronunciations--had made an interesting point. How had they stayed separated for so long? He'd only been here for a couple months, but surely some of the others had to have been here longer? Not that it really mattered in the end. However they'd been kept apart, they were together now, much to his displeasure. There was a boy--or young man--named Wada, apparently, and the main thing that stood out about him was the giant mallet he wielded like it was a stick instead of a hammer. Aye tha' reminds me...ah left mah harpuin n'mah ruim. Wis ah supposed t'bring it? Well, he couldn't go back now, so if there was any fighting to be had, then he was just out of luck. Or, well, not really, actually, but he was out of luck if he wanted to fight square and humanlike. Lachlan could count yan, tyan, tethera--no, he had to use the Sassenach words of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine. An intimidatingly large number. An' ah hoop nae mair. Soon after, one of the Jaegers stood up, drawing all eyes to his figure. He looked a little younger than the others, but he stood like he was older. There was a confidence to his posture that Lachlan...lacked, for lack of a better word. While that was easily the most intriguing aspect to him, there were also the large, curved horns on his head to consider as well. Unlike most of the others, he had been silent the whole time, expression distant and brooding. If'n only ah could pull aff a look li'ah'. Ah'm fair certain na'body would tooch me. Tha' other laddie is doin' a fine craic a'it tae, he thought, glancing at the probably-weak-to-cold Jaeger, still wrapped up tightly in his cloak. "Good morning. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, for I was stuck in thought," the horned man began, taking a slight bow. "I am Alexandre Roi of Farway...a pleasure to meet you all." Weel ain't he aw polite n' stuff, Lachlan thought, impressed. Ah thought ah'd learnt hoo tae act 'round humans, boot if'n ah didnae ken different, ah'd thought he wis human tae. "Oh good, the new recruit is playing nice. Isn't that precious." the sudden appearance of the professor caused Lachlan to jump in his seat. "Such a delightful sight. Oh, but please, don't stop on my account. I'm still in the process of getting things ready. Please, continue as you were." There were a few things that Lachlan wanted to say to that. Such as, how could they possibly continue as they were in front of this intimidating man? Or, that this Alexandre, this humanlike Jaeger, was their newest recruit? Did that mean he had to call them his senior Jaegers? Still, Lachlan couldn't fathom the idea. The other didn't look the sort to call anybody his senior. Ach, nae mair o' this haverin', he thought, shaking his head. Such idle thoughts could wait for when he was alone, and out of the way of danger. The danger being, of course, the possibility of him accidentally touching one of them. Or, the Queen of Elphame forbid, his glasses slipping-- "Ach!" Lachlan yelped, his thoughts scattering into the winds as that large black bird--probably a crow, now that he was looking at it from a very close-up angle--divebombed him. There was something peculiar about its eyes. They held a glint of intelligence--which made sense, since thinking about it, he had heard it talk earlier--and something else he couldn't identify. In despair, he squinted his eyes shut, praying for a miracle. “Hey!” he heard a thump followed by frantic wingbeats, and then a soft sort of noise, like water spraying through the air. An odd sound indeed, as there was no water to be found, unless it came from the glass of water to his side, which was fortunately still upright. “Stop it!” Feeling his glasses still on his face, Lachlan opened his eyes gingerly, blinking and widening them to full mast at seeing not only were they still perched on his nose, but the crow had been subdued by its, or his or her owner, scooped up like a babe in her arms. The crow cawed. “Hey! Hey! Alright! I get it!” It squirmed in the woman's hand, but eventually stopped struggling to lie there in resignation. Eventually it moved back to its former position on her shoulder, dripping water on it in the process. Tha' looks magic, Lachlan thought. Ah'd li'ah' tae. Water on mahsel soonds righ' magic the noo. It hadn't been that long ago he'd been soaking in his tub, but in his opinion, one could never be too damp or drenched. That thought in mind, he lifted the glass of water beside him and took a drink. The woman, who he just now noticed had two differently colored eyes, smiled at him. “You’re going to have to forgive him,” she said, taking a seat closer to him. Immediately prompting Lachlan to cringe back slightly. Not that he had anything against this person yet, actually she seemed really nice--and pretty--but he just couldn't take any sort of risk of an accident occurring. “He’s been getting better about shiny things, but sometimes he just slips, you know? Sorry about that.” "Shiny things? Oh aye!" the man nodded in realization. He didn't actually see what his glasses looked like most of the time, them being on his face, so he sort of...forgot what they were made of. So long as it wasn't silver--his necklace didn't count--or iron, it didn't matter to him. Though actually, it didn't really matter with those metals either unless they were used to stab him. Or maybe that had less to do with what they were made of and more to do with the stabbing bit. Anyway, in this case, the material of his glasses did seem to matter. "Ah-I forgot about that. I mean, no harm done, right? I messed up too...sorry." he apologized. While he wanted her to go away and not sit so close to him, he also knew that that wasn't something he could just say. Well, he could say it, but then she might get mad and take a wallap at him or try to hold his neck like she'd held her bird. She didn't look the sort, but appearances were deceiving, after all. So no, that was out. Which meant he'd probably have to talk. An' ah'm nae guid a'it neither. Wracking his brain for something to think about, Lachlan listened to the polished man with the gag in his mouth speak to the general room, with quite the polite cadence to his speech as well. Seems a'body 'ere but me can talk aw fancy-like. Pure skill tha' is. If oonly ah could tae--haud t'door. Ah forgot summat important. Something essential to the art of conversation. Manners. He turned back to the redhead...or maybe pinkhead in this case, though that sounded like it could be an insult too. "Och, sorry, I forgot to--well I should thank you for that. I mean, I do thank you. You know. For what you just did. Thank you," he finished lamely. "I hope you can forgive me for forgetting, well, I remembered just now, so there's that, but..." Jus' haud yer wheesht, Lachlan. Yer makin' it e'en worse. "Anyway, thank you." He glanced down, reddening with embarrassment. A few seconds passed as the heat died down from his face before he looked back up, though he still refused to maintain eye contact, looking slightly below her eyes and to the side...just in case. Gathering his courage like the hero he was supposed to be one day, the man started to speak again, "I'm Lachlan, but umm, if that's too hard, you can just call me Lach. It's easier, usually. At least, that's what people say, I'm not quite sure if that's true or not...no! I'm not doubting them; it's probably true. And, sorry, I'm really bad with names, not that that's any excuse really, but it kind of is, though, well, I'm very sorry because I forgot, but what was your name again?" Actually, now that he thought about it, did she give her name earlier? Maybe not. Even if she had, he wasn't surprised he had forgotten it already. He really wasn't good at remembering human things like that. Lachlan glanced at the crow on her shoulder nervously. "And, uhh, what was his...or her, I don't judge, not that there's anything to judge, but umm yeah, or maybe it's an it? Oh wait, that's rude isn't it? Oh crivens, I should just ask you, shouldn't I? I'm so sorry. I'm not used to talking birds, you see. Not that I'm trying to excuse myself or say you're in the wrong. But, well, I'm getting off track. What is your name, good sir, madam, or uhh, crow? Bird?" He was really bungling this, wasn't he?

More and more people filed in after her. The conference room still wasn’t, like, full full but it was certainly filling up with a number of interesting characters. Rabbits and cats and wolves (oh my!) and all that. With so many new faces since she’d crashed the door the first time, Elsie almost wondered if she was supposed to introduce herself a second- Corbin beat her to the punch. “No, you aren’t,” he said. “I’m not?” Corbin shook his head (at least ravens could do that). “Look, you’re the one that said first impressions today were important, and you already messed that one up. If you ask me, now you’ve got to just focus on the next opportunity. How’re you going to impress people who already think you’re a ditz?” Elsie gasped and put a hand on her chest like she’d just been stabbed in the heart. “Rude! Alright, Mister Know-It-All, if we’re past first impressions, what are yours of everyone here?” Corbin cawed a distinct caw that Elsie immediately recognized as a self-satisfied “I was right, you were wrong, and I’m glad we agree on that” (which immediately earned another tongue-sticking from Elsie) and started moving around the table in a mix of steps, hops, and flutters, only pausing when he was in front of someone’s seat, whereupon he just sort of paused and gave that person a once-over. He didn’t even say anything, instead broadcasting his feelings to Elsie, a decision that she sort of appreciated? Like she didn’t want him blabbing all about how the guy with the gag was probably not in Jekyll’s “trustworthy” book or how the quiet human was unlike any other Corbin had seen (if he was human in the first place), but on the other hand, she also wasn’t sure if having a raven hop up to you and just, you know, stare at you for a bit was the best look for her. But! The decision had been made and it wasn’t like Elsie was about to give Corbin any more satisfaction by calling him back early. So while she kept a monitor on Corbin’s general mood, she also started thinking about what they were even called together to do. Like, she could handle just about anything herself, right? And Jekyll could probably handle the rest if he wanted to, so why all of them together? Just to save time, maybe? Like, they’d all have just the one meeting and they’d be split up - Her thoughts were interrupted by Corbin’s, which had shifted wildly from a natural curiosity to… what was that, a mix of greed and lust? She focused back on the room and saw him frozen in place staring at a bespectacled man across the table from her. The pieces started falling into place; she’d felt that feeling from him before. Corbin was feeling that instinctive raven feeling of want. After all, you could make a raven familiar, but that didn’t mean the raven part wasn’t still there. It was marbles, mostly, or gemstones that she needed for a particularly intensive ritual, but anything with a particular glint that caught his eye could be a problem. Glasses, for instance. “Hey!” Elsie said as she dove onto the table after her raven. In one fell swoop she managed to scoop him back up into her arms, and one quick snap of her fingers later and she was spritzing him with water. “Stop it!” Corbin’s caw this time was a much more annoyed one. “Hey! Hey! Alright! I get it!” He squirmed in Elsie’s hand, trying to get free, but she didn’t let up until he’d stopped and his mood had been reduced to one of resignation. “Back on the shoulder with you,” Elsie said, and Corbin complied, though he reacted with glee when water started dripping onto Elsie’s shoulder. She tried to play it off with a smile. “You’re going to have to forgive him,” Elsie said to the man with the glasses. She took a seat closer to him. “He’s been getting better about shiny things, but sometimes he just slips, you know? Sorry about that.”

Elsie had spent the night dreaming of clear skies and gentle breezes. Because that was what happened when you had a raven familiar. If it wasn’t a dream with ominous and foreboding portents of the future, it was a dream about flying. Corbin, of course, had the same dream, and if Elsie rotated her little subconscious point of view a little to the left, she could even see him soaring alongside her. When the wake-up alarm went off, of course, everything came crashing back. Not literally, of course -- they always managed to wake up just before impact -- but they simultaneously snapped awake. Elsie even lifted herself straight out of bed and Corbin nearly fluttered right off of his perch. Still, Corbin at least managed to be chipper. “Good morning, Elsie! You want to, uh, you want to come down from there?” “Guh,” Elsie said. What was good about mornings? Corbin- sure, ravens weren’t traditionally creatures of the night, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t too. They called the witching hour the witching hour for a reason, after all, and that wasn’t because the sun was in the sky when it happened. Still, she complied, lowering herself back down into her bed before sitting up and, you know, actually opening up her eyes. “Good morning, Corbin.” Elsie’s waking-up process post-those initial moments was a little more involved than that, though it had much less that was worth recounting. That was the thing about routines -- the point of them was that they weren’t special. Corbin went through the process of preening himself while Elsie washed up and that was all that really needed to be said about that. The most involved moment was when they argued just how much she needed that little extra glamour. “You’re fine,” Corbin said. “I mean, obviously I’m fine, Corbin. That’s not the problem,” Elsie said. “But Jekyll said, ‘Jaegers’. As in plural. A plurality of jaegers. And if we’re meeting new people today, I need something that inspires that little extra awe, you know?” Could ravens roll their eyes? Elsie wasn’t sure if they actually could, but occasionally out of the corner of her eye, she’d spot something from Corbin that looked not unlike an eye roll and then was one of those times. “Do you think they were recruited like us? Or were they ‘recruited’?” Elsie mimed the extra quotes while cycling through potential options, finally settling on one that made her look just like herself, only, you know, better. A classic choice, if she did say so herself, and a good first impression. “There was a rigorous application process, I’m sure. With only one or two flashes of violence,” Corbin said. “Mm. Well, nobody we can’t handle,” Elsie said. “Not like we can’t handle just about anybody. Shoulder or broom handle?” “Shoulder today, I think.” Elsie offered her shoulder to her familiar and Corbin hopped right up her arm to perch right next to her face. She did a little twirl and a pose in the mirror, then nodded, confirming for the final time that everything was just so, and, with broomstick in hand, finally headed off. Inwardly, Elsie hoped Jekyll was serving breakfast at this announcement meeting, or at the very least, she didn’t want to show up at the kitchen later and find out somebody had poached all the rolls. When Elsie reached the conference room door, she paused, not quite sure what to do. Or rather, she knew she had to cross the threshold, but she wasn't quite sure how to do it. How she should do it. She pondered aloud, “I was thinking some smoke leaking through the bottom crack and then the door creaks open to our silhouette and I say-” Corbin quickly cut her off. “If I remember correctly, the last time you tried pyro we both agreed to never do pyro for our introduction again. And yes -- I see that look -- smoke still counts as pyro.” Elsie pouted, though even she knew it wasn't a serious pout. “Alright, classic plan B then, huh?” “Or you could open the door like a normal -” But Corbin's protests came too late. She conjured up a little extra wind for dramatic effect and aimed her heel right beneath the doorknob… ...whereupon she bounced right off and collapsed in a heap, the door still stubbornly closed. “I think it’s a pull door, actually,” Corbin said. “It’d be hazardous otherwise, right? Plus, I mean, the hinges are on this side.” Elsie so wished that she could smite her own familiar. She wondered if she’d also feel the pain or if he’d just broadcast his feelings to her of being in eternal torment. It would certainly be a step up from either two steps away from busting a gut laughing or a simple smug superiority. She settled for a “Hmph,” and readied herself for another go, this time throwing back the door and using the wind to carry it into the wall with as loud a BANG! as she could manage. “Tremble, mortals! You are in the presence of an avatar of Hecate herself. Gaze in awe at her majesty! She, one-hundred-and-eighth -” Elsie opened her eyes to an almost empty room. “Oh,” she said. Then, to Corbin, she said, “Do you think maybe you could tell me next time? You know I work better with a better audience. There’s barely enough people here to call it a crowd.” Ravens couldn't shrug either, but Elsie was pretty sure she felt the essence of one coming from her shoulder. “You seemed pretty into it, and I didn't want to spoil your fun.” Elsie suddenly realized that they’d probably heard her first attempt as well. She felt a blush on her cheeks but soldiered on anyway, even if soldiering on meant hurriedly walking over to a chair and sitting down. Corbin, for his part, hopped down off her shoulder and onto the table. Elsie manged an, “It’s nice to meet you all,” and that was that.