Chaos Sonic

Lusine let out a tiny sigh, of course they weren't going anywhere... Realistically, it didn't matter that much, it would take some time for Eden to reinstall the cores into their vehicles, and even if they got it done in a reasonable time, it would still be a while before they would be off. That meant they were, indeed, going to have to camp out here with the others now. She wasn't entirely happy about this, it did mean she was going to have to pay attention to that little killer, just in case she pulled anything else… But overall, Lusine supposed things could be worse. They got the cores back, which was the important thing, and it didn't seem like Sid was going to turn on them at the moment. That meant... Camping. It wasn't her favorite thing, but she accepted she'd be doing that when she left her little shack behind. Eden had managed to scrounge up some red meat from their host, which was certainly in Lusine’s interests. The state of the world had made good quality meat rather rare these days, she wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to indulge… Lusine tapped her fingers against her leg for a moment as she listened to the others recounting their own experiences, a small mumble escaping her, "The pessimistic way to view those smoking rigs would be that they were on their last legs… As for the rest of it, this world is probably doomed.” The elderly woman took a bite of the salted meat, savoring the taste for a brief moment. "No doubt,” Ida added, pensively clanging a tool against the hull of her D-Rig. She was the lone member of the group still hunched over her work at the outskirts of the fire, her work made more difficult by the chill and her lack of proximity to the heat. "Though I aim to avoid our own doom, in the immediate, at least." She leveled the wrench she was holding across the fire at Sid, scowling as she wiped at a smudge on her glasses. "I agreed to provide you salvage, not to follow you into the death trap that is Holloword. If you think I’m walking you lot into that hellhole you’ve got another thing coming." She let out a frustrated sigh. "I can try my hand at fixing the rig Magpie won for you, at the very least, that’s something I can offer… The rig she and this one won, I should say," she amended, gesturing with the tool in Skelly’s direction. "No, no, directions will be sufficient. I don't need that pile of junk working when I've already got the Behemoth," Sid was dismissive at best of the offer, "what you so scared of there, glasses?" A few moments where the only sound consisted of the bangs of Ida’s tinkering dragged on before she frustratedly tossed the wrench aside, turning back to the fire to sweep her eyes over the gathering, her eyes obscured behind the reflection of the fire as she finally set her sights on Sid. "You’re really not from around here, are you." It was a statement, not a question, and Ida walked back to the fire, taking a seat between Magpie and Skelly as she pulled her gloves off. "Why the fuck do you think you have the right to ask me where I am from when we have a ninja and some kind of warrior princess in our company" Alliyma was on her feet in an instant, her hand on the hilt of her blade, "The hell you just call me??" "Something I’d take as a compliment, personally," Ida intoned with a deadpan voice. She adjusted her glasses as she went on: "Holloword is dedicated to the excavation of the city it was before the collapse. It’s named for a series of massive letters they found, just sitting eroded on the hillside. Couple looked to be missing, so they took what they had, named the place Holloword. It’s a great big excavation, dedicated to reconstructing the past… Ostensibly." She leaned back. "Your worth in Holloword is based purely upon the worth of your salvage. You do all the digging and all of it goes to the higher-ups… to their leader Hav, in particular. And you’re lucky to get a crumb of bread in exchange for it. Salvage is your money, salvage is your food, salvage is your bed, salvage is your life." The light glinted off her glasses to expose the scathing look she was giving Sid from behind them. "No wonder you’re so excited by the idea of the place," she said grimly. "So what you're saying… is this Hav guy is sitting on a mountain of stuff." Despite Ida's best attempt, a fire had been lit within Sid. "We go in, knock down the king of the hill, take what we want, and live a life of luxury." Ida barked out a laugh, though it was clearly still laced with her dark mood. "Sure, sure… just beat Hav, nice and easy," she scoffed derisively. "Not like he got where he is by being the meanest bastard around. He’ll rip that weirdo core out of your rig, bash you in the teeth with it, and leave you to the vultures. If you’re lucky. You’re completely impossible." She turned away from Sid, leaning over to Magpie and muttering low, under her breath. "The second we have an opportunity, we need to get away from this man. He can get himself killed all he likes, but I do not intend to join him." She straightened, looking beside her to where Skelly sat, and then Lusine. "I don’t suppose anyone here has more sense than our extortionist savior here?" she asked sardonically. Lusine had stayed quiet for the majority of the conversation, her gaze drifting towards the sky as she let out a soft chuckle, “...When I was younger, I would have killed to visit Holloword. It was an amazing place, before the collapse. There was more to do there than the majority of the country…” It was easy to assume that she had been lost in her memories alone, but she turned her head back towards Ida, “Now, you are correct. It’s become a disaster, and I would heavily advise against heading there. A few travelers leaving the area had visited my home in the past and they did not have kind things to say about Holloword. If you want to steal from them, you’ll have your work cut out for you.” "Ida," Alliyma spoke again for the first time since her outburst, her face somber as she stared into the fire, "how many people are starving there?" Ida frowned, rolling her eyes up to the stars as she thought about it. ... Twenty thousand? Thirty? It’s the biggest settlement in this part of the wasteland, it draws people who wish it was…" she gestured to Lusine, sighing. "... the way it used to be, like flies to a light. Hell, the population might even reach into the hundred-thousands, I can’t say for sure." "They would be better off without their taskmaster?" Ida let out a long, reedy sigh. "Magpie, tell me: Am I wearing a sign on my forehead that reads ‘Please Interpret Everything I Say In A Way Opposite to My Point?’ You’re both impossible." Alliyma's silent response appeared pained, but Ida didn't seem to notice as she turned towards Skelly, raising an eyebrow as she took in the warped skin around the young girl’s eyes. "I’m so sorry to ask only now, are you alright? I think in the kerfuffle we forgot you took a strong hit in that duel, while dueling for everyone’s benefit. I suppose we all owe you our thanks, a Holloword outrider is not an easy thing to stand against. And even if you didn’t win, you provided a critical distraction for Magpie here." The direct question caused Skelly to jolt upright from her previous slouch. “Oh yes, I’m ok. Thank you for the kind words. Losing that duel in that manner… really put a damper on my spirits, in a way. I’m not exactly sure how to move forward from here, seeing as I couldn’t even compete with that deck…” Thoughts of Chaos Max rushing at her fill her mind. “Don’t think too much on it. The matchup was simply unfavorable,” Eden added on, “And it’s not as if you had many cores to work with.” "I'd be worried about dueling a Holloword duelist WITH a summon core," Ida added on by way of agreement. Lusine waved her hand in the air, “As far as losses go, that was a fairly tame one. Your opponent had a lucky opening and was able to capitalize on it due to your disadvantage. Child, if you let this get to you, you’ll never make it to where you need to go.” Skelly slouched forward, her bones cracking slightly. “I suppose so. But… I simply have no idea how I can move forward knowing that such a loss could be waiting in any moment.” The shrouded wanderer fell silent for a long pause before saying under her breath, “I wish I knew how to improve my deck from here…” Words dripping with frustration, spoken through clenched teeth interrupted the present conversation, "Why… am I… the only one worried about those people?" Alliyma had her hands on her knees as she sat with her back hunched slightly forward, contrary to her typical perfect posture. "Is that really what this place is like? Escape if you can and leave behind those who can't?" Ida hissed in a breath as she turned back to Alliyma, steely-eyed behind the glasses. "It's not that simple." Her words were blunt, simple, and dropped with the brutality of a guillotine. "I would love to do something about it, would love to have some way to help those back there. But it takes a hell of a lot more than one woman with a conscience to change a place like Holloword, Miss Alliyma. I couldn't and neither can you. That's the fact of it, none of us are happy with it, but all of us have to live with it." Ida cut herself off there, and there was a horrid silence that followed her words for four seconds that felt like forever before she rose abruptly and walked briskly back to where her rig was parked. The sounds of banging rose again, a touch louder than previously. Her face was turned away from the group and set in a grim frown. Alliyma similarly rose to her feet, kicking the dirt before storming off in the direction of her own rig. "So," Sid's attitude was seemingly unfazed by the gravity of the discussion, "anyone else got any fun wasteland stories?" “I’m only here because Master was looking for something she referred to as Olafoil. Is that fun enough?” Eden sighed, crossing their arms as they looked towards Alliyma stamping off, “Otherwise, being a relative hermit is nice.” Lusine let out a tiny chuckle, “Oh please, you got to see the village, and we’re here now, aren’t we? You can have all the adventure you want now, it doesn’t seem like we’ll be heading back right away.” "Um…not to derail what conversation we did have…" Mark finally spoke up, most likely surprising everyone if they forgot the young man was there. He glanced at the group, before feeling that jittery feeling he usually felt when talking in social situations. He hated that. "H-Have any of you…s-s-seen or heard the n-name Sheridan i-in your travels…? I-I’m looking for someone with that s-surname…" “Unfortunately, no.” Skelly curtly replied. After a few seconds, she sighed and asked the group in her soft but cold voice, “Do any of you ever feel like your monsters are… actual things outside of our battles? With personalities and such? Or is it just my bit of insanity in these wastes?” "I-I see…" Mark sighed, a little disappointed in the one answer he got initially, that and it ended up being a dud. "A-As…as far as the monsters…" he cleared his throat. "...I'm really unsure…" It was a weird question to be asked in general, but then again, Mark wasn't 100% in tune with something like that. At the same time, his gears shifted to a different topic...this time turning to Sid. "Sid...earlier...y-you mentioned...the Behemoth having a stealth field. How did you even acquire such a device...? Even more...how is that even possible??"

Regale the Tale "Though our conversation was brief, Lord Hinder affirmed my actions. He was in full support of whatever measures I believed to be right and just. With that in mind, I think it best for us to begin preparations." Kitt simply listened to Olivander speak of his time speaking with Hinder. Naturally, his patron simply said he would support his Dog in his endeavors. It made sense, after all, Taros once told him the same back on Galatea. Though while in his thoughts, he was brought back to the reality of things when Olivander continued. "Kitt. If you don't feel the need to get your hands... dirty... I understand. I don't want you to violate your own morals and beliefs because of me. I can do this if need be. But I won't turn you into something you're not. You're a good man…Me? Not so much. I'd much rather the blood soak into my fingernails than have it stain your soul. Of course, that's if we even need to go to such drastic measures. But rest assured, I'll respect whatever decision you make." This…surprised Kitt, in more ways than one. Before, Olivander wouldn't have even considered him nor the weight of a life on another man's soul…least it's what he thought anyway. Now? Now he was concerned about the possible soiling of another's soul and his hands. It truly surprised him. Was this really the same Watchdog he set sail with at the beginning? "Enough about me. These are your quarters. What do you have?" "Firstly, don't worry about me...if the situation comes to that...then Taros' will be done." he quickly replied, before sighing a bit with a shake of his head. "Back to the subject at hand, honestly…not much on my end. Unlike the last time I spoke to Lord Taros…this time, he decided to be…cryptic…" He glanced over and saw Olivander raise an eyebrow. "He sent me a vision…nothing more, nothing less." He crossed his arms and began to retell the vision to his comrade… "A mountain, enormous and powerful as it could be, the sun rises. A man made cave would be seen, carved with their own two hands. From it, progression of time showed the initial excavation and the support beams being put in place. Then carts full of the mountain's bounty…iron ore…were wheeled off one by one. Over time, however, the mountain's 'treasure' became less and less rewarding as the ore seemed to be decreasing in amount. But this wasn't the end of this vision…far from it." Kitt paused for a moment, catching his breath. "Soon enough, the carts began to carry out stone…this mountain being hollowed out in the process, being stripped of everything within it. The exterior rocks were all that remained, and when those were gone, the carts were broken down and it's pieces loaded into another so another cycle could be made. At last, the final cart wheels out and the sun sets upon the mountain, barren, devoid of life, stripped of its precious items…and that's where the vision ends." Once he finished, Kitt could tell there was a strong heaviness and silence in the air. It was a pretty cryptic vision and a heavy one as well…so it wasn't a wonder. "I know not the interpretation of this vision, alas, I wish we had Myria's Watchdog with us for that answer." he sighed, before continuing. "I do think, it equates itself to the world we find ourselves in now. Where it shows the true nature of humans, taking what the gods have provided without so much of a thank you or reverence to thank them for their in the process. The fact that the carts were broken down so another cycle could be something along the lines of this being a constant cycle…but I'm open to your thoughts on this vision, Olive."

"I may have forgotten to mention, but I think I found us some adventurers looking to head into the Dungeon, same as us. Keep an eye on the group I'm about to sit down with." Ah, there she was! The devious, dread pirate Robin, gracing his presence once more. And with good news to boot! He finished his little musical number before shooting the pirate a slight smirk. "My dear, that is the best news I've heard all day. Now, go on…do give us a good welcome, won't you?" he teased, before watching the pirate head towards the party that was around in the tavern. It seemed like that this little group was an interesting one to say the least. A young lady in quite the beautiful dress with quite the cape, a young lanky man with a sword on his side, another young lady with a huge battle axe…oh yes, a very colorful crew to say the least…and mostly comprised of women! Oh, there was a deity in skies above, truly. "T-the bard? They are with you? Well that is wonderful!" Ziun noticed the one beautifully dressed woman glancing back at him before returning towards facing the party she was with. This seemed like the best time to make himself known. Leaving his sitting position, the bard adjusted his jacket and hat before waltzing over towards the group and their table. All the while, of course, he was strumming a few notes on his lute…as he always did. "A good day to you, my fellow explorers." Ziun gave a heartfelt smile as he took the closest available seat at the table. "I see you've already met the devious dread pirate Robin, so it's only fitting that I introduce myself. I am Ziun Castir, a humble bard in search of inspiration and stories to regale to those who wish to hear it." He finished another set of strumming before lowering the lute. "Unfortunately I may not be on the same level combat wise as our mutual acquaintance…" he sighed, before regaining his composure. "Nevertheless, while I may not be able to be too much of use in combat per say, I am quite handy at subversion tactics in the ways of illusion magic. Though I may admit, some have found its use to be…detestable at best…but I assure you, it has it's uses."

-BGM- Gah...my...head... Marvin's thoughts were racing slightly as he held his head and looked up to the strange ceiling over head. This...wasn't where he was prior...was it? No it couldn't have been. After all, his laptop on his desk nor his drink on his little TV table beside it were anywhere near available...nor did this place look friendly to electronics to begin with. So where was he? And more importantly...what was he doing before this? Closing his eyes again, he began to concentrate a bit...not getting much in the way of just some general brain fog, but did remember something...Nincada's Custom Monsters...NCM, that Pokémon forum...now he remembered what he was doing. He was putting in a post in an Role-Play he was in...off the top of his head, he couldn't remember the specific one...he was in way too many to count. After that, he was responding to a random Private Message regarding... That's right...that strange Personality Test... he finally recalled, nodding slowly. Marvin, or rather, Order Shadow, simply looked over the Private Message he received before finally sighing and giving it a bit of a shrug. What else did he have to lose? It would kill some time for him at least... Q1. Do you want to be famous? A1 - Yes. Who wouldn't be? Q2. You want to jump rope during recess, but everyone else wants to play tag... A1 - Give in and play tag with my friends. If they want to play tag more, then I'll happily join in too. Q3. You're about to buy a popular game when someone else gets the last copy! How do you feel? A3 - Shed a few tears. I was really looking forward to that game. Q4. Do you prefer to be busy or to have a lot of free time? A3 - In between. There's got to be a balance to it all. Q5. Halfway to school you realize you forgot something. You'll be late if you turn back... A1 - Hurry back to get it anyway. If it's important, then I got to get it. Q6. You've been invited to a wonderful party. It's time for the party to start, but there's nobody there! You think...? A2 - Maybe I have the day wrong? That's a bit embarrassing. Q7. You see a big and comfortable bed. Your first reaction is to... A3 - Curl up. Time for a nice long rest. Q8. Do you think it's important to always aim to be the best? A2 - No. If your always aiming for the best, then your missing the time to stop and smell the roses and enjoying life. Q9. Are you a boy or a girl? A1 - Boy Q10. All right! Vacation time at last! What kind of music fits your mood? A4 - Anime theme songs. They're just so catchy! The results complied and the user simply said the following afterwards...which Order Shadow didn't find too strange in the long run... You seem to be...the lonely type, at least a little bit! You might find that surprising, but do you think it might be a little true? You know what they say, though... We're all a bit lonely every now and then! You probably keep this fact of life to yourself, though. But if there's one thing that brings us all together...it's our need to go it solo! So, a lonely and solitary type like you... After that...what...happened after that? he thought, finally bringing himself to sit up and survey his surroundings. About this time, he realized not all was what it seemed...not one bit. He saw the strange room in it's fullness and even various Pokémon plushies...they...they were plushies, right? "oi! The fuck is going on here? Is this some sort of sick joke? Well I ain't laughing!" “I’m not either. You’re human too, aren’t you? Or were human, I guess. Now you’re a Clobbopus. I’m Hector. Or…... or maybe NewGamePlus. I’m not really sure. I’m having a hard time focusing right now.” He couldn't believe his eyes...a Clobbopus and Falinks...TALKING. He finally stood up, about now finally noticing his hand...it was...green. His eyes went wide (not like they weren't already) as he began to look at himself quite a bit. Green skin...red stomach...and....and...A TAIL?! He began to have a silent freakout before coming to realization on what he was: "I'm...a Treecko...?" he muttered to himself. Looking at the Clobbopus and the Falinks squad, Marvin began to make his way towards the group...though it seemed he was positioned in a way to be able to talk to them anyway. "You guys...so I'm not the only one having this weird dream...or living this nightmare?" he asked, looking at the Clobbopus and then to...they said their name was "Hector" as well as "NewGamePlus". Something clicked in his mind at hearing that latter part...it sounded like a username...wait...he remembered that username. That was a user who tended to hang around the Club section...yeah that was it. Least, he figured that was the right thing...he couldn't make heads or tails if the mind fog he had right now, but to him it sounded right. "Right...um, Hector...or NewGamePlus...whichever your name is...and...Clobbopus..." he said, rubbing his temples slightly. "I...take it you don't have a clue where we are then...? Just my luck..." The now Treecko let out a small sigh, before looking at the two Pokémon. "You gave your name...I guess I can give mine..." He paused for a moment, about to say his name but all he could really get out in his mind was two: Order Shadow, his YCM/NCM username...and...Marv. It was odd, that name never once came up to him before...but he decided to roll with it. "I-It's Marv...or...Order Shadow was something else I was k-known as..." he mustered up the words, his hand holding his head still.

"We'll reconvene shortly. As you speak with Lord Taros, I shall speak with Lord Hinder. Let us return to the Swallowtail to converse afterwards." With that, their plan was set in stone and put in motion. Perhaps the gods could give them exactly what they needed to hear…Kitt could only hope so. One Vision "Your steel is my body, your fire my blood. Forge a pathway to understanding and cleave through uncertainty. I am the bone of your sword, you are the Master Forger…Lord Taros, please assist me in this matter…" The iron ingot left at Taros' altar, Kitt's prayer finished…he simply remained at the altar, still as could be. His breathing, calmed and slowed, his eyes fixated on the altar and the iron ingot. He could see Lar's hearthfire reflecting in the metal, to which he found comforting, for some reason. However, the more he stared…the more things began to unfold for the Watchdog of Taros. A vision presented itself within the reflection of the hearthfire and the metal altar…. A mountain, enormous and powerful as could be was seen. Further inspection revealed a man made cave that man carved with their own hands, and from it…time began to move in succession. Initial excavation, iron support beams being placed, carts wheeling precious iron ore…it seemed surreal to see it in such a fast progression. However he began to notice the iron ore, over time, became less and less frequent…the carts haul from the mountain becoming less rewarding. Kitt would've thought that as the ore began to dwindle, this would've been the end of the carts going through, but he was wrong. True to form, the carts continued to cycle through the mountain, slowly carrying out stone. Though now Kitt began to notice something else: the mountain itself was being hollowed out, stripped of everything it ever held so dear to it. The exterior rocks are the only things remaining…and when those were gone, the carts were broken down and it's pieces loaded into another so another cycle could be made. The final cart wheels off and when the sun sets on this final day, nothing remains of the mountain…it's barren…devoid of life…it's precious items removed. And as the sun sets, the vision ends, bringing Kitt back to simply looking into the reflection of the metal altar at Lar's fire. Kitt simply stood there in silence, contemplating what he had just witnessed. Taros was a deity of many things, but delivering a vision of that magnitude was something he wasn't aware of…probably not even Flynt was…he never heard of his patron ever pulling something like this to his Watchdogs…so perhaps there was a reason and answer to gleam from this? He, himself, had some idea...least in his interpretation of it at least, but he wasn't sure of it. He wasn't a Watchdog to Myria...he was a simple Forge Dog...nothing more...nothing less. Perhaps...an allegory and parable that would equate itself to the state of the world it currently finds itself in? Perhaps it was simply showing the true nature of humans...taking what the gods had provided them without much of a thank you or reverence enough to pay back their kindness? It did, however, seem like a constant cycle, if the carts being broken down so another cycle could be made portion told him anything. But again, he couldn't be 100% sure. For now, he needed a second opinion about this strange vision. With a heavy sigh, Kitt turned to notice that his comrade was already gone. Seemed like he already made his way back to the Swallowtail. It was time to rendezvous back at the ship and hope they could get the answers… Once he returned to the Swallowtail, Kitt noticed that Olivander and his rooster were waiting at his door…with the latter seeming to…guard his door? Strange creature indeed… "Apologies for the wait." Kitt gave a bit of a wave, before sighing slightly. "Let's get to business…I'll let you go first, Olive." he said, opening the door and ushering both of his guests in.

"It seems we got barely just enough EXP to Level up...I say we go find ourselves another fight to get there!" Typical Brawler behavior, always looking for another fight. Honestly it wasn't as crazy as Elton was expecting, though he did have to agree with Reef on this, but he kept quiet for the moment. However, a moment passed, Elton heard a bit of a notification indicator sound before noticing his HUD giving a notification to him. Clicking it, he saw both a Friend Request and a Party Up request from Aoki. "We'll start with this though! Let's form a group!" "Sounds like a plan to me." Elton immediately accepted both requests. Same time, he also noticed him recruiting Sammy and her Digimon. Which made sense in the long run. "Well, I may not be a Brawler, but consider this Card Master at your services. Like I said, all I ask for is the DigiCard drops." "Hell yeah! New allies and the prospects of new stuff to make me awesome! Talk about a job well done, huh boss?" Berg laughed, his hands on his sides as he smiled triumphantly. Elton nodded. "Definitely." he glanced at both Sammy, Aoki and their Digimon. This was the starts of a good little party. Though his thoughts were cut short by the strange sounds of….glitching? And it sounded like it came from his… Elton moved to grab his Digivice, looking at it and checking to see if he got a notification or anything. Nothing. Not one single thing. Strange…I could've swore I heard something from this… he thought, slowly putting it back. It was probably best not to worry about it right now. "In any case, I'd advise we should get to the inn and set our spawns there, should anything happen." Elton voiced his thoughts. "Let's be honest, I don't think anyone wants to start back here if we run into any Digimon on the level of Kuwagamon."

Zane found himself quite rattled after the initial impact of the Egg Piercer into the ocean, but once he got his bearings back, he let out an audible groan to no one in particular. "I don't think anyone ordered a literal shipwreck to occur after all this..." he grumbled before hearing Chimera's autonomous voice break through the speakers yet again. "Wolf. I suspect there are small leaks in the hull in the lower decks. If you are still alive, please freeze them over before we sink." Finally leaving his room after hearing this, Zane grumbled further. "Hey Zane...why don't you go to the lower decks and freeze the leaks!" he muttered, trying his best to navigate through the ship. "But does anyone even ask if I know where anything is?" The arctic wolf wasn't too thrilled about proceedings thus far with this, but alas, he had to do what he had to do. Eventually, however, he did find a map up on one of the corridor walls...maybe that egg-guy wasn't such a dunce after all with his plannings. Following the map, Zane finally made it to the hull in the lower decks of the Egg Piercer. And true to the murder-bot's suspicions, there were indeed leaks all over the place. "Sheesh...he wasn't kidding...guess I better do this quickly." he muttered, already taking the moisture in the air and beginning to have it drop in temperature...now being able to see his breath. In a few moments, Zane began to freeze the water coming from the leaks and for good measure, he removed the access ice that was now currently protruding from the once leaking areas in the hull. "That ought to do it...hopefully this'll hold for a while." he sighed, now preparing to return back up top.

Been a while since I did this...sooooo yeah...whatcha got for me?

The River of Dreams

Interest is noted...who doesn't like a good isekai RP?

Hmmm, well...haven't been in a Pkmn RP since Fallen God...why the fuck not! Anthem of the Lonely

"Aaaaah... Let me clear some time... I'll send you a message and, uh... Figure something out, okay? ...Any suggestions, just send 'em to me and I'll see what I can do." That's what Kendra said, but alas, it seemed like the Sleeper would only give a meeting time, saying that was when she had time. It seemed like the task of doing anything fun or exciting was solely on his shoulders. Shouldn't be too hard...especially with what he found out was happening this week. All he had to do was secure the tickets and he'd be golden. Click Annnnnnnd with that, he did... BGM Daichi waited for Kendra at the specified meeting place, just enjoying the breeze the day brought. Kendra did say that it was up to him on what they did today…so he hoped that it wouldn't be too much of an issue with what he had. Soon he saw his mate and gave a bit of a wave before flashing his usual smile. "Glad to see you had time today, Kendra." he said, before pulling out two tickets from…behind his own ear it seemed. "I was lucky enough to score these…there's an exhibition show Duel happening tonight between Team Free annnnnnd Team Fortuna!" He seemed extremely excited, almost having his smile evolve into one befitting a Cheshire Cat. "I figure we can VOD of the Duel to show the others…annnnd me being selfish…I really, really wanted to see them in action." Kendra flinched for a moment, a tiny sigh escaping her as she rubbed at her cheek gently, “...Damn. I wasn’t able to scrounge together the cash for it, that’s… What I had been planning to do originally.” Her hand brushed at her hair for a moment, pushing her bangs out of the way briefly, “I’ll make sure you get reimbursed for the cost of at least one of those, the second one might take some time…” She trailed off, but gave a small smile, “I thought it would be something you’d like to see, sorry I wasn’t able to make it happen on my own.” "Okay firstly: no need to reimburse me on this. Like, it's not even an issue. Secondly: no need to be sorry about it. Honestly, the fact you wanted to do this as well shows that great minds think alike!" Daichi snickered, before handing her a ticket. "Think of it as…me helping the Vice-Captain keep her position. Cause lord knows we don't need Sai being anywhere near a title like that." She let out a tired little sigh, “It’s an issue, but this isn’t the time to press it.” She rubbed at her head, her fingers digging up into her hairline for a moment… Before speaking once more, her voice was a bit more firm, “I don’t think Sai would want the position, he likes having… Options, I imagine. But I understand he can be hard to read, pretty much all the time.” Daichi nodded, sighing as the two already began to walk in the direction of the stadium. "If I'm honest and can speak freely with no repercussions…" he started. "...it's hard to read Sai in general. Like, there's more than reading his personality or body language…it's puzzling to try and figure out how his mind works. His thought processes and styles when it comes to Action Duels vastly differ from the side of things that I've watched and adored from a young age…and yet, he's just as passionate about it as I am. And it's because of that…that I think me and him butt heads so much, neither of us wants to admit we're in the wrong. Then again…I've been reading the Duel Monsters Horoscopes lately and most of this may just be conjecture…" he said, chuckling nervously. “Speaking frankly, I don’t like Sashisematta. I think he’s a ticking time bomb.” She waved her hand in the air lightly as the two of them approached that stadium proper, pausing for a moment as she considered her next words, “...But Vega is certain about him, and I’m not willing to give up my chance because of a personality clash. So here’s my advice.” She tilted her head towards Daichi, giving him a small grin, “Give him shit. That’s what he wants, and that’s what he should get, yeah? I think he wants people to argue with him, he already said he wants to play a heel for the audience, so get in his head… He wants to take it a step further and be a heel to us too. If I’m wrong? I don’t think he’ll mind too much anyway. He doesn’t seem to take things personally.” Daichi took all this in stride, lulling over each word that Kendra spoke before smirking and shaking his head, eyeing the Vice-Captain with a side glance. "And here I thought you were simply just sleeping on us in those meetings. Turns out you're quite the smart cookie. Wise beyond your years, Kendra." he nodded, chuckling a tad bit. "Very well. If that's what I should do, then I'll make sure it's a grand spectacle." Kendra whistled innocently for a moment as she shrugged her shoulders, “Like I said, I might be wrong… But I think this is where Sai’s head is at. I may not like him, but I can respect the idea of it… At least he had a plan for his horrible ideas, if that makes sense.” She chuckled for a moment underneath her breath, choosing to not acknowledge the compliments before, “...If something goes horribly wrong, I’ll step in… Since it was, well… My fault, a bit.” "I appreciate the concern there, but if it all goes wrong…we'll handle it like guys do. No need for you to jump in." Daichi waved his hand dismissively at the thought. "After all, I could easily say no…and yet I'm going along with it. But honestly, ya might be right. Guess he's just got a whole illusion going on right now…and it's one I want to unveil…one day. Eh either that or the curtains fall on me in the process…who knows." He said with a small smirk, before finally taking his seat once they entered the stadium. "But Sai talking aside…this is going to be good, I can feel it." Her fingers drummed against her arm for a moment as she crossed it over her stomach, a tiny sigh escaping her, “...Please don’t kill each other, that would give our team a much, much worse reputation.” She mumbled a tiny bit as she shook her head, stretching her arms up into the air as she let out a tiny chuckle, “You go ahead and sit… I’m gonna go get a coffee or something while there’s some time before the duels. Send me a message if you decide you want anything.”

Apparently that answer seemed to appease the knight, though Ziun could here her grumbling something about illusionists, which cut through him more than any sword could. Of course, he knew this was the case, but alas...still hurt nonetheless. He figured, now that his little jaunt through the city was more or less finished and or ruined, Ziun would return back to the Drooling Dragon...at least there he could get back to his niche and get his general artistic style out there. After all, tavern patrons were always the best when it came to enjoying a short little ditty. Which he did...until that night...oh this seemed to be a pattern for him now, as he drank too much that night as well. The next day found Ziun remaining in his room for a good portion of it, until late afternoon. He truly did need to tone it down some if every night was going to be just this at this point...alas, it was just how he was. Once the late afternoon arrived, Ziun let out a sigh of relief and made his way down the stairs to enter the Drooling Dragon once more, taking a hold of the mandolin with him and strolled on in, getting to the spot of the tavern he stationed himself the night prior when playing. He gave the owner of the tavern, Hector if he recalled, the customary wave as he strummed a few strings on the mandolin. Of course, like before, the tavern musicians weren't much to be found...not surprising, since most of the patrons didn't tip them much for their playing. He hoped to have that change this afternoon. Besides, it was way too hushed within the Drooling Dragon. Who could truly drink and be merry in such a droll and silent. Thusly, he exhaled slowly, hoping that once he began to play, the musicians could feel the melody and join in when the time came...and as such, he began to give the place the right ambience. Tavern Ambience "Barkeep, quite saddening to see such a state of your humble establishment for this afternoon...it's quite the stark contrast of what it was the night prior." Ziun smiled, carrying casual conversation with him. "Alas, I suppose not everyone wishes to enjoy the night in the company of most here. But I do hope that my melodies will change that for you..."

"This will work great, yeah. Good work. Pleasure doing business, now I think it's time we got going." Mark noticed the arm full of heavily damaged digital watches that was clasped on his shoulder. It was strange...a bunch of digital watches all displaying a different time and they were all heavily damaged. Why even have them if they were that damaged? He supposed that everyone had their hobbies and favorite things...digital watches, broken or otherwise, were obviously Sid's favorite. But like that, he was back to square one with his haul...nothing...hell, not even his cores. Once it's all over...I'll just try again... he thought, feeling the Behemoth taking it's moment to finally head off after the culprit. What...did he...witness...? This seemed so strange to witness, and yet, he also expected something like this to happen...somehow. A Turbo Duel broke out...then again, it seemed far less like a Turbo Duel and more like a slaughter, in every sense of the word. The Duelist in question, an individual named "Skelly", barely had any chance to make a move aside from summoning two strange monsters before her opponent and the culprit of thievery summoned Blue-Eyes Chaos MAX Dragon. Now Mark had not seen something like this up close and personal in a Turbo Duel before, but he knew one of those "old school" cards and it's support anywhere...who wouldn't? But this dragon practically made mince meat of the two monsters and won flawlessly. Of course, anyone would've thought that would've been completely it...end of story and officially back to square one...except, Mark watched the next part unfold and still couldn't believe his eyes. A young girl...with a spear...and just annihilated the culprit. Survival of the fittest, he guessed... “I… I guess that does the trick…” "J-Jeez..." he muttered, just standing there in awe of what happened. Reminder...if I ever deal with her...do not get on her bad side. "As much as I would've liked to question the rat there... The problem has been solved. I would like to get my things back now." It was a good point from the elderly woman, the stuff needed to be returned...and he needed his cores back. Mark took this chance, the moment she and the others began to exit the Behemoth, make a dash to where the wreckage was in order to grab his cores: Fusion and Pendulum. Once he had those, he could fix up the Nighthawk and get things squared away. "Um...t-thanks..." he spoke up, directing this towards the young girl.

It's All Coming Together In moments, Kitt found himself getting nearer and nearer to the pair...almost like how Olivander got around with his fast paced nature. Nevertheless, Kitt finally made his way to the Watchdog of Hinder, seeing him finish speaking with Joy. He took Olivander by the arm and pulled him away for a moment. "We need to talk...now..." he said sternly, trying to stay composed. Confused, Olivander obliged. "Pardon us," he said to Joy. "You look like you've seen a spirit," Olivander said once they were out of earshot of Joy. "What is it?" Kitt looked at his ally and with the sternest look possible, began. "I think I know what's going on. Think for a moment...what did Joy say earlier? What are they worshiping?" "She said they're not worshiping anything. It's just that they're... performing... ", OIivander's eyes began to narrow. He gritted his teeth and stared into Kitt's face. "It's happening again, isn't it?" "Looks like you remember..." Kitt nodded, glancing over his shoulder. "It's more just heavy similarities, but at the same time...remember, this isn't the first time this specific style of worship has been had...and if my hunch is correct...they aren't worshiping anything...nothing but oblivion, just like Simon." He paused, finally saying the name. Kitt remembered the last encounter the two of them as well as Simon endured. While the memory of Olivander beheading Weatherson played once more in his mind, he continued. "I know not why this seems to be reminiscent of our prior engagement at Galatea...all I do know is that we need to converse with Hinder and Taros...together, at the same time. Perhaps they may have something to shed on this...because I'm sure Joy isn't 100% in tune with her connection with the deity if this is happening." Olivander nodded, feeling defeated. "Then I failed the first time. Which means my tactics won't work here again. That's fine with me. I'll follow your lead. The sooner we converse with Taros and Hinder, the sooner we'll learn something about oblivion. But Kitt," Olivander tried to express quietly. "If oblivion can fashion entire false villages, what kind of destruction can it cause? We only got a taste of it on Galatea. If an entire village feeds it, can you imagine the repercussions?" He balled his fist. "For now, I will stay my hand. But you know all too well what I'm willing to do if it means stopping this." "Hence why I never mentioned to you staying your hand...I learned from my mistake and outburst that day." Kitt nodded, sighing heavily. "As for what this oblivion is and what it does...I know not...but if it's a combination of this oblivion and inevitable end to everything they worship and it somehow correlates to the emergence of the language of the gods, then there's no telling...after all tat҉ib͠us̨ seems to be the cause of this...so I'm unsure. Regardless...this time..." He paused, looking down at the floor before exhaling once more, seeming lost in his memories... "Reason? You want to discuss reason when the only thing keeping Simon alive is my very patience? And then you patronize me and use my god's words in vain. Here is your reason, Watchdog of Taros. Simon has gotten people killed simply by tongue. He has opened his mouth to speak and has brought down oppression on the people of this city. They now lie in wait to find out if he will continue to freely plague them and speak the blasphemous teachings that have gotten one too many of them killed! I've watched too many men with evil intentions turn into kings and tyrants who oppress their people and leave them to die. I will not watch it happen again!" Those words haunted him as he spoke out of line...and made that outburst, even patronizing Hinder's own words to him...even when he wasn't trying. Then Kitt stared back at Olivander, coming back to reality. "This time I won't hesitate to do what needs to be done...not like I did last time." "Then I have your back. Lead the way, my friend," Olivander answered simply. With a nod, Kitt moved away from Olivander and prepared to make his way to the temple...it may not have been what it was made to be...but it was the dwelling place of the deities regardless. Oddly enough, something else dropped into his being...another thing he most likely would have to address... He glanced back at Olivander, who was following him and simply sighed. Perhaps...now is the time to make mention of it... he thought, making sure his ally was keeping up with him. "Olive...remind me when we get to the temple proper...that I may need to tell you something else. I suppose, if we're working together in unison on this...then I may need to bring something up..."

Feed the Fire “Do not speak to me of the natures of my station. Remember, I have just as much claim to deciding heresy as you.” Kitt's eyes met hers...the spark he saw in her furious eyes, though the smile wavered not. There was something off about it, he felt, but he couldn't put his finger on it at all. Especially when the disturbing display began...the song especially. The contortions of their upper bodies when they swayed and danced with their distinct harmonious singing...it was enough to put anyone in a feeling of uneasiness. And yet, even for a Watchdog, this was worrisome and unnatural. And yet through it all...Joy just...stared at them. Why? "I'll be right back," "Be careful..." Kitt nodded, watching Olivander approach Joy. Luckily he moved a bit closer just to overhear the two. "There's something I still don't understand. Who is answering your prayer? Who is being worshiped by this ritual? Is it the island itself? Is it alive? If not, then what god are you serving that would receive this without being blasphemed? Your people are clearly invested in this. And it doesn't look like anyone is being harmed. However, I don't think this is the full picture. Do they know who they're praying to? And--wow, I'm finding more questions still. This flame is clearly of magical origin. How was it obtained? I think I've got more questions now than when this first began." Questions continue to pile up...we're obviously missing something... Kitt thought, keeping his surroundings in view whilst also listening to the two. "͠Tat҉ib͠us̨ is a word of power," Joy said matter-of-factually. "It's part of the gods' language of creation, yes, but, in a sense, the ceremony is not worshiping any deity at all. We're worshiping nothing. But I can understand the confusion." She gestured around the fire. The circle of people was still there, but the people consisting of it were no longer making an effort towards its maintenance, and many had sectioned off into groups to make idle chatter again. "There were a few people who didn't quite get it when I introduced it, either, though I think we've made great strides since then. As for the fire..." As if on cue, someone bumped into Kitt, and when he turned he saw that it was Ricky, the young dockworker from earlier that day. His mind immediately reeled from the conversation he was listening just to get a glimpse of the dockworker. Curse his timing and making him miss the next portion of what Joy was about to say. Ricky? Hmmm he did say he was going to be here too...but he seems like he's lost...what's going on? "Gah, sorry!" he said, clearly more shaken by the impact than Kitt could have been. "I just... I know I shouldn't be here but stuff started bothering me again, so of course I had to go find an important person, and people said all the important people are here, so... Uh, sorry." He rubbed the back of his head and looked around. When he caught a full glimpse of the fire, his eyes lit up. "Oh, that's what happened to that stuff! I gave the book back to Joy, then she used it, but then I realized I forgot to bring something, so I just tossed in what I could." "Wait...you know you shouldn't be...?" Kitt began to mutter. "You mentioned to Sparky earlier today you'd be here because...and I quote: 'Isn't everyone?'." He also noticed the look he had the moment he saw the fire, the eyes of the boy lighting up. When he listened into this realization, he nodded. "If that's what happened, then I bet I also know what happened to your tools. So you gave the book to Joy and then you tossed your tools in. That would make things easier to understand in a order of operation..." That's when his mind finally realized something else Joy said to Olivander a moment ago: the ceremony is not worshiping any deity at all. We're worshiping nothing. His eyes widened at this, before making a connection. Back on Galatea... Simon Weatherson, a worshiper of an oblivion of nothing. They too worshiped not a deity...but simply oblivion. The similarities between Joy and her merry band here with this party and Simon's small oblivion and void devoted cult seemed too on the nose... "Shit..." Kitt muttered, glancing back at Olivander and Joy as he remembered the words spoken to him by Nuumu's Watchdog...especially that ancient word: Inanis. "Apologies Ricky, but I need to go..." he said, quickly turning around to make his way to the two Watchdogs. Hopefully nothing would hinder him making it to them.

It was the arduous task to lug the ice box with a chilling fish person back to the apartment, but luckily Fen and Trevor were up to the task...though it didn't help that it was actually freezing in every sense of the word as the lugged the box. Oh how he wished to try and attempt to turn the heat up on his side, but alas, if he did all that hard work would be for naught... Once they arrived...however.. “CAUTION: SLAKOTH SLACKING OFF.” The young sorcerer simply stared at the door's new sign along with the newest..."addition" to the rooms...a creature with some features resembling those they fought today, but even still, this one seemed to be even MORE lazy than the one they obtained. "Curiouser and curiouser...what a strange creature..." he muttered, finally finding a place with Fen to put the ice box down. The moment he did, he started regulating his Magic Power into the red gemmed ring in order to get some heat coming his direction. A sorcerer is nothing without his rings...and a sorcerer must be able to adapt to any situation... he thought, smirking at the reminiscing of old memories. "In any case, I have no strong feelings in regards to this..." Trevor paused to look at said creature, before sighing. "What did the sign say...a Slakoth? I truly have no strong feelings in regards to the status and the happenings of this strange creature."

"I see, perhaps you have simply been victim to one of the city's....tricksters. All branches of magic have their share of trouble but that one... Perhaps you could describe whoever caused this. If you were made victim of unlawful use of magic I will have to look into it. Do know if you want to give a full report, or file charges, we'll have to do so at the headquarters." Ah, the local authorities...of course Ziun knew that this should be something he should do...after all, strange happenings after he met face to face with Zion Apati...but what good would that do him? Not only that, but the way she said this: tricksters. Alas, this was the "curse" to befall all those who would wield Illusion magic, so of course it would also mean himself in a manner of speaking. And by someone so narrow minded about this style and branch of magic...what good would come of Ziun speaking this to the fair maiden before him? Before he got a moment to speak, the maiden spoke...her voice being as sharp as the blade she carried. And quite frankly, it chilled Ziun to the bone. "And do not call me, 'dear'." He slowly began to tip his hat over his face, covering it up to hide both the fear and the embarrassment of this situation before finally clearing his throat. "A-Apologies, miss. A simple slip of the Bard's tongue, as it were. No ill will or ill intentions were intended for that comment." Ziun immediately bounced back from this situation. Acting was a specialty of bards, so naturally he'd have to be good at it. "As for the description of whom or what caused this issue, alas, I am unsure of faces and names. Not only that, I couldn't get a proper description of the assailants...if anything, perhaps nothing more than just a few ruffians that saw the opportunity to get the jump on a humble bard as he made his way through the market." No need to have to bring any full reports on this to anyone... This currently would call he and the head of the Apati family square, in his book anyway. "I do apologize for the situation that befell me, but as you can see, I sustain no injuries nor do I have anything missing on my person. I suspect that no need for any charges to be made at the moment."

"Good morning, motherfuckers! I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but y'all got your shit stolen! From my safe and cozy perch, I witnessed some asshole steal the cores from every last one of your rigs!" Mark couldn't believe his ears when this Sid individual shouted this out to those here. His day immediately got worse and after helping that group out earlier...no good deed goes unpunished. Luckily, Sid said he'd be helpful and get everyone up to speed to catch up to whatever moron stole from them...but at a cost...naturally. The most valuable salvage that they had would be given basically as payment/tribute to Sid for his help. Of course...naturally, when I get some good stuff here...I have to immediately give it away. Mark cursed under his breath. On his back he had a few pieces and parts of random junk tied nicely to allow for carrying. But that was the least of his worries. Immediately, he made his way towards his D-Rig, the Nighthawk. Wasn't hard to miss it in a place like this...it was a giant one wheeled motorcycle. Upon arrival, he noticed right there and then...his two cores were gone. Both the Pendulum and Fusion Core...no longer inserted in the motorcycle's frame and being. ....damnit.... The Nighthawk made it's way up to the Behemoth, and immediately into the cargo bay. Once that was done, Mark hoisted the junk and scraps he collected just today on his back and made his way to find Sid. The moment he did, he began to approach the man who seemed to be in his thirties. Right...this meant he had to bargain and talk to this guy...social interaction like this...fantastic. With a clearing of his throat, Mark made himself known to Sid. "E-Excuse me...Sid?" he said, stuttering at first. He then proceeded to shuffle the junk off his back and put it down in front him. "....t-thank you for allowing me to get my c-cores back...that said, this is my payment as you requested...it's h-honestly not a lot...or much at all..."

BGM Sandy Grove...one of the sandiest places you could find here near the edge of Sierra Nevada....least that's how Mark saw it. Nothing but sand and the general market...full of an assortment of different types of individuals from all walks of life...selling insect meat and the like. That part to him still seemed a bit off and slightly strange, but it was life out here in the wastelands, anything went. As for Mark himself, he was assisting a couple of merchants with moving some "junk" from their D-Rig to their stall. The merchants and himself got there about the same time, so he figured he see if they needed any help...though the conversation and attempt to work with them was an awkward experience for both parties to say the least. The stipulation they agreed on was that he could get to pick the pieces he wanted after everything was all said and done, which he was happily agreeable to. Besides, it would help him in the long run of getting things to barter and trade for things, or even fix up his D-Rig some more down the line. Nevertheless, once he finished moving items to the merchant's stall, Mark took this as an opportunity to walk around the general market...hoping to catch any glimpse or inkling of any information on his father...and if that didn't work he'd at least be able to kill some time. Eyes peeled Sheridan...you might be able to find some good supplies to send back home to mom... he thought, surveying the stalls that he could pass by, his eyes examining everything he could see at the present moment. But the young man was lost in thought and his focus with the different stalls, so it would be so simple for him to possibly bump into someone if he wasn't paying enough attention.

"Hey not to worry you guys or nothing...But I'm not gonna be able to breathe outside water in a minute here- no more like right now." "That...might be an issue..." Trevor said, now looking at Aduain who was currently going into a physical shock now that his gills were practically closing up on him. Luckily Fen was there to assist with some icy magic to make sure he could survive. "um, sorry that this is going to be a bit cold but uh well. Yeah. so like, I don't know if you have water magic but I've still got power to spare and all. So like, if you could make fire then I can keep making ice and we can, well, fill that." She pointed to the box. "And put him in there. We can uh, figure out the rest after." "R-Resourceful, Fen..." he said, nodding slightly before sighing. "There is a Water spell that I could use, but unfortunately the Cabanomicon hasn't given me access to it yet." He held up the grimoire with a slight look on his face. "In short, while I do have some magic available to me...it isn't all of it. If I had all, I'd become a full-fledged sorcerer at that point, but alas...I'm not to that level yet." Truly a crying shame, but keep this up and you should make it to Balthazar's level within...perhaps a millennia? Trevor rolled his eyes before immediately taking his index finger and firing off a simple Fire spell to which Fen could melt her ice. "Hilarious...ya damn book..." he muttered, before finally standing up. "At the same time, we don't even know if I was in the Ever for a millennia or not, so perhaps I've already gotten to your little hypothetical level..." Perhaps not...still wet behind the ears, ol' boy. There were some days this book truly got on his last nerve...this was one of those days.

"One who declares their humility so much often turns out to be not that. There are many who would like to eliminate our lord, the Apati family is a cornerstone of this city after all, and we've no reason to think you're not one of them." "and if we were to take you in for questioning no one would know where you had gone. So you'd best tell us where he went and what he wanted with you." "What would I stand to gain in doing that? After all, I just arrived here not too long ago!" Ziun protested, shifting slightly back and...wait...wasn't there a wall there? Within a matter of moments, the solid wall behind him allowed him to just pass on through and he did just that, now landing back in the streets he was in. ...Illusion magic? Hmmm...that would make sense now. After all, the Apati specialize in such magic... While the crowds freaked at seeing Ziun's upper half just practically appear out of nowhere, the young man started to move slightly while seeing the two men running off in the opposite direction. I understand their worry about their lord, but they need to understand that I truly didn't wish for any harm to befall him or myself...so distrusting of commonfolk, it would seem. he thought. "Clear the way, clear the way! Care to explain what you're doing here, and why there's a wall in the middle of the road?" Ziun looked upwards and saw quite the fair maiden in his vision, albeit this red-haired fair maiden was donned in armor so she seemed to know how to take care of herself. The bard shuffled a bit in a manner to get up before dusting himself off. "Alas my dear, I'm afraid I know not myself. One moment I'm out here, the next I'm in what seemed to be an alleyway and then back here. Though if I ventured a guess, it would be that I never truly left where I was...only obscured here." He adjusted his hat before giving a small smile. "As for what I was doing: simply enjoying a beautiful day here...listening to the sounds of the city and drawing inspiration from it."

Drinks For Three “Unless I have misheard you...you have found two such things: the nature of the island’s restoration and the existence and use of the word of power, t͠at҉ib͠us̨, and I see the worries on both of your faces already, so I shall get right to the point: These questions you are asking are actually about the same thing. This island is in ruins. I don’t know how you observed the specific extent of the ruin, but you have. And yet, here we all are, still desperately trying to live in the face of not one, but two apocalypses. t͠at҉ib͠us̨ is our solution to that problem -- and yes, I said ‘our,’ we all know it. It is a word to weather the storm, to have hope for the future, no matter how terrible the present circumstances may be. When combined with the ceremony I mentioned before, that is what allows us to rebuild our island- to rebuild Andalou." Kitt wasn't enjoying this explanation, or at least this part of the explanation of what was and is happening on Andalou. The Word of Power was their solution to the problem? It honestly seemed like it was for Flynt when he was using the Law of Cycles...it was his solution...but like it was with that...was it THE solution that was needed? "Joy. I'm going to need a lot more from you. We can either talk over drinks or continue forthwith. But I'm not nearly satisfied with what you've told me." Joy nodded. "Of course we can get drinks," she said, and walked over to the cups to procure them, leaving Olive and Kitt alone for a brief moment. The Forge Dog was silent, his mind and thoughts racing as he too tried his best to calm down...though it wasn't currently helping in the slightest. In his mind, he had so many questions but they seemed as if they all rambled and generally all stemmed from the same solitary question: Why? Of course, it was a good question to be had here. The talk about two apocalypses that this island and it's people face...this Word of Power being a solution to them...and they believed it would rebuild their island? "...none of this makes any sense..." Kitt muttered, before seeing Joy return. When she returned, she handed each watchdog a cup and said, "Again, I want to stress, that all of this is something you would have found out. Nothing has been hidden from you. But I will explain anyway, of course. The cost is twofold. The first is time. This party, or, more specifically, the ceremony, must be held every night, even after Andalou's restoration is complete. That, incidentally, is why I have not been traveling all around Naviim as you have; my duty is here for a good long while yet. The second cost, and I confess that this is the one I imagine you will take issue with, is material. The ceremony is a sacrifice, not to any particular god, but to the island itself- of the island itself. Piece by piece, we cast these things into the fire, and thus, then, we are rewarded." Kitt took the cup and immediately soaked in this information like a sponge, but he spoke up first. "So you party every night in hopes that you will have Andalou be restored with this Word of Power? Do you even hear yourself? It's almost absurd..." he shot out quickly. Same time, you were unaware of these Words of Power until Flynt showed you what they were...even then on Galatea, you thought it a simple curse. Then the Dog continued his thoughts. "And a sacrifice? What are you even sacrificing? And not to any god in particular but just the island...that's...that's almost heresy." Kitt stammered out, seeming pretty frazzled about this. "The gods of Naviim put us Watchdogs in place to serve as their hands and feet...an extension of their will. Their will is our will and vice versa...and yet, you seem to be tossing it away as if it were a simple job. This is a duty that we were given...it isn't something you can flippantly turn on and off like a lantern!" He looked at Olivander, more serious than he had ever possibly been in the time that Hinder's Dog had the pleasure of seeing. "You agree, right Olive? This all sounds insane."

"So, when are you gonna let me take those beautiful weapons of yours to the range for myself? It's been, what, ten or so odd years and I can't imagine you've gone through any more than ten thousand rounds. I'd like to show those ladies a good time," Sharp had always been eyeing his weaponry for a while now, Virgil knew this well. She'd ask about five times a day about em sometimes, but the answer was always the same, a big old no. However, this time the young man decided to humor the young lady. "Sorry ma'am...but I reckon that won't be happening..." Virgil gave a bit of a smirk, wagging his finger slightly. He the proceeded to pat one of the two pistols he carried on his hip. "These lovely ladies are a one man kind of gun...but, I reckon, if the situation absolutely called fer it...then maybe I'd consider." He had to play ball a little bit...besides, that would probably shake things up a bit...maybe. "As I'm sure you're all aware, S.Y.S. has been losing countless amounts of Lost Souls to Hell these days, and our number of Class 2 Soulders hasn't been this low since the foundation. Class 1 Soulders. They're mainly pencil pushers, but they can handle Lost Souls well enough to escort them to the afterlife. Class 2 Soulders are the ones capable of recruiting stronger lost souls to S.Y.S.. This has been your main goal since you were contracted. Class 3 Soulders are used to fight off Hell itself." This type of speech was something Virgil knew about all too well. It was something that St. Peter told him in these meetings quite a few times, well...the parts regarding what Class of Soulders did what. The low amount of Class 2s was something completely new to him. "You Class 2's haven't been pulling your weight, and I'm getting pressure from the higher ups to run you ragged. But I don't want to do that. I know you all work hard in your own ways, but S.Y.S. needs to step it up. From here on out, Class 2 Soulders shall be assigned a team of 5, and are to meet a quota of recruiting 1 Lost Soul per week. Now, before I have to do it myself, I suggest you find some people you like and make a team yourself. After reporting to me, I'll assign you your first mission by the end of the day. DISMISSED!" "Thankin' ya kindly on not runnin' us ragged there. Truly are a saint." Virgil nodded, before sighing heavily. "Still, if this was somethin' ya were wanting to bring to us at a bit of a faster time frame, I reckon ya should've brought this up to us earlier. But I s'pose ya had yer reasons for that. But then again...at the same time, iffin' ya were wanting a team fer this..." The gunslinger paused before counting the heads of each person here...and lo and behold that total brought up to... "We got five here...instead of lollygaggin' around with us tryin' to find a team of five, just have us here be the team of five and cut yer losses." He leaned back in his chair and shrugged slightly. "Just thinkin' it could be a lot easier that way. But I'm just speakin' out loud and most likely out of turn and order, but I'm just bein' honest."