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Beauty*2 Whoever or whatever had removed Simon from Dia’s inner sanctum had not also removed his attendants, and yet, when Simon disappeared from their sight, they were not exactly concerned. One of them -- their name was Rose -- even remarked, “Ah, that was quick. I did not expect the fight to only last those few moments.” “You think it is over already?” the other, Gil, said. “There are very few ways I can think of for someone to disappear like that without the influence of a god’s will. In fact, I might even be able to guess as to who won.” “I imagine Nuumu’s dog wouldn’t bother with the snatching business. She would just tell us.” Rose nodded. “Mm. Well, I suppose we should try to follow him.” They paid a few brief respects to Dia for allowing them to use her sanctuary before coming back out to a completely empty temple. Even the girl, who had so boldly threatened Simon’s life just moments before had gone. There was a crowd gathering outside the temple, though, and Rose and Gil could just hear Simon giving a sermon. It was not like the ones they had heard him give before, though. “Is he pleading his case?” Gil said. “He could just be stalling for time.” Rose would have said more on the subject, but stopped short, distracted by light glinting off something on the ground. “Oh, look. Is that the sword that girl was using?” “Best return it to her.” Rose raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You do not think she will kill Simon with it?” “I think he will be dead before she gets the chance,” Gil said. “And it is a nice sword. Nobody wants a sword like that getting lost. At the very least, let us take it with us.” Soft Power “I will do my best,” Aiden had told Kitt, and yet, he had never had a high opinion of “his best” with regards to dealing with the religious council. Not recently, anyway. His last few attempts to get through to Levanna had been rebuffed, and his attempts with the other members of the council -- the few times he managed to find them -- had largely gone just as well. Even Elliot, the man Aiden had had the most hope in, had given him nothing more than an “I’m with you, and I’ll be sure to fight for this at the next meeting,” which, given that nothing ever seemed to come from said meetings, actually felt worse in Aiden’s mind. At least Thomas and Mercy simply refused to speak to him. Still, this was a watchdog’s order. Just because he didn’t believe in himself didn’t mean he couldn’t try. The guards outside the room, though, had other ideas. “The council is in session right now, and are not to be disturbed,” they said, a phrase that was already bad enough but they also added, “especially by you,” which, well, was that really necessary? Aiden pressed on. “A watchdog of Taros has requested the council’s presence in the Temple Square,” he said. “I am merely the messenger, come to collect them.” That, at least, got the guard to pause. To waver, even, and soon enough, they were peeking their head through the door, even giving it a slight knock to get the attention of those inside. Aiden heard the chatter of the council cease and his words repeated by the guard into the chamber. “A request?” Aiden could hear Thomas’ voice from within the chamber. “I am not going to move to adjourn our meeting due to a request. If he wants to discuss Simon Weatherson, tell him we were just about to discuss his matter further before this interruption.” “They might kill him!” Aiden shouted back. There was a long pause, but Thomas did eventually respond. “Well, we will certainly factor that into our discussion.” It was the expected answer, even one he was used to, but Aiden found it disappointing all the same. Still, he gave a polite nod to the guard and turned to make his way back. Destroy Everything You Touch Emily felt nothing watching Simon Weatherson collapse dead on the ground. She had wanted him dead, after all. The fact that it was not by her hand stung a little, but it really only affected her personal sense of pride. But it was still performed by a watchdog, which meant that the gods -- or a god, at least -- had still performed the deed in her stead. It was the closest to her doing it, in her eyes, almost as if they were an extension of her in addition to the god they represented. Besides that, the only other feeling Emily experienced was one of reinvigoration. At least, she felt confident enough to try walking again. Which just so happened to be when Nuumu’s watchdog pointed over at her and said, “Bring this girl to Taros’ temple, would you?” There was more, but that was all Emily needed to hear to understand. Now came the consequences. It wasn’t that Emily had been entirely ignorant of the consequences of stealing what was likely a ceremonial sword and using it in her vengeance quest, it was just that she had decided thinking about such things outside of tacit acknowledgment that they existed was detrimental to the actual plan. They’d been distractions, things to brush aside. So yes, only now that they were concrete were they something to be feared, and even then, what regrets did she have? Whatever came next, she could at least know that her parents could rest a little easier. But she did not follow just yet, even as people were gesturing for her to do so. She still had to do things properly, Emily thought, and that meant that she would need the sword with her to return. And again, just as she thought this, she found something cool and metal being pressed against her back. She turned her head and saw a figure she felt she was supposed to recognize, even if she could not quite place from where. In their hands was a sword. The sword, rather. “You had best hold on to this,” they said. “At least, for the time being.” Emily took the sword from them, nodded, and watched as they disappeared back into the crowd, before turning back around and dutifully following behind the man she was supposed to. Fighting In Built Up Areas Simon Weatherson was dead. Aiden did not even need to actually see the body to know that -- he could tell by the way the crowd was slowly and silently dispersing. Still, he pushed through against the current to the gap in the center, desperate to see for himself. He immediately regretted it. Death was not Aiden’s department. The closest it had been was when an acolyte managed to get a rather nasty burn, and even that was not something he preferred thinking about. Even then, there had been little blood, mostly charred flesh (and also the acolyte had survived, albeit minus that arm). Here, the blood was already seeping into the cobblestone. And yet, his first thought was, “We should probably clean this up before the mess gets any worse.” He even said it out loud. With what, though? With the little water they had? But at the same time, Lar was god of the hearth, and what was the Temple Square if not a hearth for all of Galatea? It very well may be his duty to maintain it, Aiden reasoned, even more so than the other temples. He spotted an acolyte of his leaving the crowd, and he called out to them. “Fetch one of our water barrels and a scrub. The body, I imagine, we will have to leave in the care of Nuumu, but the blood we can take care of.” The Last One Standing Rose and Gil looked on, neither moving from their spot at the edge of the crowd. Simon Weatherson was dead, but there was no time to mourn. In fact, they had listened intently as Nuumu’s watchdog continued to plead a case that was decidedly pro-the dead man lying on the ground. “You may have escalated a problem I was trying to fix diplomatically,” she said, which got Gil to nod. “But we are not going to escalate, are we?” Rose said. “Not against watchdogs, certainly.” “I do not think so. But we should definitely do something.” “I have to go see if I can’t find someone else willing to tell me more about the void after this scene Hinder's watchdog made,” the watchdog said. “Ah.” “Yes,” Gil said. “You return the sword and I will start after her. Do try to catch up, though. I might miss you in the meantime.” OOC

After placing the webbing marks at one specific location for the electronic based items on the beach that would be found, Benjamin was already working on a small area of the beach, a few spiders just hitching a ride on his shoulder as he twirled his trash grabber in his right hand some. He had one headphone in his ear while the other hung down at his side, of course, jamming to at least a few songs he had going on his phone. "...and you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya...you're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much..." he muttered to himself, keeping in time with the song. Honestly, Benjamin was just having himself a good time right now. Sure he was working on cleaning this beach instead of just enjoying the day and trying to have a beach party, but at the same time, he just enjoying himself. One thing he was taught by his father was to love and enjoy the work you do, because if you don't, it'll just become monotonous...and that's why so many people actually just hate their own occupations. Sure, being a Hero was something everyone was striving for and trying to be, but in his manner...he was going to enjoy himself the whole time. And if that meant make a fool of himself singing and doing small dance numbers as he walked and collected trash...so be it! Benjamin soon gave a bit of a whistle to the spiders on his shoulder, as they immediately crawled off his shoulder, down his arm and onto the ground just to grab a few pieces of small bubblegum wrappers and cigarette butts. "There we go guys, every little bit helps!" he chuckled, having them file one by one into the trash bag to drop their respective pieces of trash into it, before returning to their position on top of his shoulder. "Alright, let's move on." About this time is when his eyes met what could only be described as a trash mountain...and at this point, Benjamin could only whistle in amazement, while the spiders on his shoulders could be seen using their front legs as if they were hands, making a clapping motion. And the classmate responsible for this? None other than Ren Sanada. This one's Quirk was...well, something he wasn't 100% sure how it worked. Oh of course he explained it, but it didn't exactly click with him on a mechanical level. Store and control energy? It just sounded...weird to him. Regardless, it was obvious that Ren was in need of some assistance...maybe... "Hey!" Benjamin made himself known to the bubblegum haired student, before giving a bit of a salute and was already proceeding in assisting. "Figured you could use a bit of help here with Mt. Garbage."

Wow, sleek and modern... I love this UI, wish we had that on YCM. Edit: just tried the other themes. They're not bad but I prefer default and Borx is too flashy...