Y.Z. Act IV [PG-16]

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Soren, like the guy he was, followed Pethalamine's instructions to the very best of his ability. Even after the dress was on and secure, he wondered just how it wasn't falling down without straps of any sort. It was weird, having an article of clothing on that outlined the entire body. The outfit he had on before had been at least baggy enough that he didn't notice them as much, but this dress outlined the curves Natalija had – minus the chest. The skirt portion was the weirdest, as it blew up like a bubble. He was afraid of it dragging when he walked, but a couple of large, wobbly (thanks to the heels) steps showed that this was not the case. He had to admit, Natalija did have a pretty body. He waited as Pethalamine made the final adjustments to his outfit, watching the mirror with an interest that he would not normally have had. It wasn't until Pethalamine started to give him behavioral advice that he became concerned with his situation. No sudden movements? Small, slow steps? The guy was paranoid and he walked everywhere fast! Even so, he mimiced the girls walk, terribly embarassed that he was behaving in such a way.

"You realize you're asking me to act like a girl, right?" He sighed as he flattened down the stomach of the dress. "I was expecting this, since Uncle did ask that Natalija and I get referred to as each other's names in public eye, but it's a lot to ask, isn't it? I don't know how to really behave like a girl, and what if I get flirted with or something? I don't know if I can take it…" It was true, and this would probably be the weakest state that anyone had ever seen Soren in recently. His eyes glanced over at one of the maids in the room, who had been seemingly eyeing her since her entrance into the closet. Had a smile crept across her face when he voiced his concern about acting?

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Auricia wasn't having any luck. There were far too many people at this party to identify a single man. She stopped to rub her shoulder at one point, as one of the scars from her troubles in Telfin had been acting up. During this single moment, she was knocked back by a man accidentally, and she stumbled into an area of tables. After regaining her sense of things, she glanced around at where she was now. At a table nearby… Was that Adela? But who were those guys with her? They looked familiar, but she couldn't place a finger on it. "Oi! Adela!" She exclaimed as she speed walked over to the table, hoping she could get some sort of lead to Lazarus' location. "Have you seen Lazarus? Ellianne wanted to see if I could find him, but… I don't know what he looks like any longer…" She didn't take into account that she hadn't shown Adela her real form in 20 years either.
 
Adela looked over at Auricia with a bored and even glare. If she was here, then Reid was probably here too. Before she had the chance to answer Levi jumped to his feet and hooked his arm around Auricia's neck, "Hey, you're that one girl from the old days!" He dragged over another chair and steered Auricia into it, "I dunno if you remember me, but I'm Levi! Actually we never really talked much, so I guess... Oh well, I was on okay terms with Fla...." He trailed off, rummaging his head for a different subject before finally registering what Auricia had actually said. His face brightened like a light bulb, the expression very similar to that of a young teenaged girl's when she's just been asked out by the guy of her dreams. He directed this disgustingly feminine face to Lazarus, the look switching to the proud father.

Lazarus craned his neck around, looking at Auricia with a slightly confused look, and ignoring Levi. "Where's Ellianne?"

"Auricia, you're target's right here." Adela pointed to Lazarus, who turned around in his seat so that he wouldn't have to twist his neck.

"Sorry, I've gotten old and wrinkly. It's probably hard to tell that I'm the same person from back then," Lazarus chuckled, rubbing the wrinkles around his eyes, "But, something about Ellianne looking for me. Does she need something?"

Levi gave a knowing look to Adela who rolled her eyes at him. He seriously hadn't matured at all. "Should I go look for her, or...?" Lazarus looked around, not really expecting to spot the silvery hair that he couldn't call familiar anymore. It was unfortunate that he hadn't seen her in so long. He had to admit, that it would be nice to be able to see everyone again. Reid, Ellianne, maybe even the skills. Actually he'd already seen Rasch a few months ago, and he knew it would be impossible- and undesirable, to meet with Dieter, who lived in Telfin.


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"Oh you look adorableeeee!" Natalija gushed, her hands clasped in front of her chin as she looked at the final product. "Absolutely stunning Soren, you look incredible. Or more like, I look incredible. Did I lose weight? I think I did." Natalija flipped the orange fringe from her eyes, "I outdo myself sometimes." After a proper session of self-gratitude, Natalija attached a black chandelier around Soren's neck, and pinned the long black hair into a half up-do with a crystal and green rhinestone hair comb. "Perfect!" She chirped, clapping her hands together. After another moment of self-satisfaction, Natalija cleared her throat, slouching her pose so that she was a little more casual, a little more guy like, a little more Jazz-like.

"So moving on," She said with an uncharacteristically friendly sort of apathy that she was obvious copying directly from someone else, "When you're walking in heels, you can't slouch. Don't roll your shoulders forward, like you're trying to box yourself in with your own shoulders, hold your head high and your shoulders low. Stand up straight, and even if your back starts to hurt, then you gotta stand straight until you find a chair. When you sit, you can't cross your legs, and you can't fold your arms. If you fold your arms, the dress will slip, which of course, isn't a good thing. Hmm, and then..." Natalija paused, trying to think of something else. "Oh!" She smiled pleasantly, "You'll be staying with me for the duration of the party, so I'll deal with any suitors. Actually, Dimitri, that can be your job tonight. You can be Soren's bouncer!"

"I can be his what?" Dimitri asked, still trying to get adjusted to the tight vest, "I'm not a bully, Natalija. Why don't you just stay with him? Your original idea was better."

Natalija scoffed, "You're right for once. My first idea was better."

Dimitri stifled his laughter, but couldn't bring himself to point out that he'd been trying to flatter her.

"Come on, let's go." Natalija commanded. "When you walk in heels, you need to put one foot in front of the other- not literally, but I mean you need to walk in a straight line. Imagine a straight line, and align your feet to it. Pay attention to where you're going, don't walk too slow, and don't walk too fast. Put your whole foot down; Not heel then toe, because you'll bump if you do. Bend your foot forward and walk like that. The skirt will hide any other ugly movements. If by some chance you run into some stairs, you grab the part of the skirt that a-lines, and lift it just enough so that you can step up without stepping on the hem. Same thing applies for both up and down staircases. If by some chance you meet someone who recognizes me, glare, and walk away with your nose in the air. I think I've covered everything...."

She snapped her fingers, "And as for me, I'll be mimicking my older brother in terms of attitude, which means I probably won't say much, and I won't stand up too straight. You don't strike me as the kind of guy who would, so no need to give you an image that doesn't match you. I'm probably going to walk with an even but slow stride, mostly to give you time to keep up with me in your heels. If you have any other instructions for me, you can feel free to tell me, and I'll consider adding them to my list of things to pay attention to."
 
Reid had never liked the home of Blanc A. Syntran. It was large, hollow, and for the most part, completely empty. At this moment, it seemed even worse than usual as all of his usual staff were tending to the party. The hall leading to the host's quarters was particularly long, and the lights quite dim. Reid had talked to him about fixing that, but the man never seemed to bother getting around to it. He had never been much of a worker, so he was pretty lucky when he ended up winning the lottery which allowed him to not do anything for the rest of his life. His win had been a little fishy, though, as it occurred just before things went awry with Evaline Dian's administration. He ended up getting discharged, rather than him quitting, as did Ilya. Reid took a second to glance at one of the many pieces of art littered along the hallway. It was just... an apple on a black background? He realized that he wasn't an academic and would probably never fully understand art, but... what?

It took a few more minutes of hiking to make it to the host's quarters. Reid had been there enough to come to the point of not knocking upon entrance, and rather just let himself in. He had a million questions to ask the man before his confrontation with Ailia, and he needed answers no matter what. Blanc's room had always been extravagant, with the latest and most interesting gadgets. A hot tub in the middle of the room, facing a large television, and the most gigantic bed beside a massive window were some of the highlights. But why were the lights off? That was his first thought, but something else caught his attention while he felt around for a light switch. There was a particularly foul stench in the air, like something had been burning. He finally found the switch he was looking for, just in time to hear a gun pulled up to the side of his head.

The cold steel to his head aside, the sight he saw in the room was not a pleasant one. Blood was splattered all across the large window, with a charred body - probably Blanc's - laying below it. Whomever did this, was sickeningly thorough. "So you've been watching my movements after all, huh, Ailia?"

"Sorry, Reid, I never could keep you out of my sight." The reply came in a distraught tone. And then there was the sound of gunfire.

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"You probably lost all that weight when you had your stomach cut open..." Soren murmured inaudibly to nobody in particular, remembering the bandages that were wrapped around his stomach at the moment, though they weren't noticeable under the dress despite it's tightness. He still couldn't see why Natalija was blaming him for that incident in the first place, it's not like he was conscious during that time or anything. As the girl-in-boy continued her lecture, Soren nearly fell asleep. "YOU EXPECT ME TO REMEMBER ALL THAT!?" He finally snapped, irritated by the absurdity she was spouting. "That would all take me several days to learn, and I have five minutes! Let's be realis-"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Soren became completely alert as the sound of gunfire was heard, but not alert fast enough to have an arm wrapped around his neck and a pistol shoved into his mouth. To top it all off, the captor dropped something onto the ground that was emitting a strange gas, that was seemingly knocking off his ties to his mahstion. Basically, he wouldn't be able to use it for the time being. "Don't move, any of you Stahn experiments, or else this boy will die." Well, the maid seemed to know that he was a he, and that he was of relation to Stahn. So... crap. There was some chance of escape, but then several other 'staff' came along, all armed as well, and surrounded their group. Great. Just great.

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The gunshots were heard in the dancing hall as well, immediately sending the guests into alarm. Those who ran for the exits were quickly killed by the mansion staff, whether they were adult or children, and the guests were eventually pressured into remaining in the dining area. "All of the guests here have been deemed necessary sacrifices in order for Princess Evaline's glorious reign to continue." A feminine voice, somewhat familiar to Auricia, boomed over some sort of speaker system. Basically, whoever it was was announcing that the people at the party were threats to the Princess. "If you run, you will be killed inhumanely. But if you stay, you'll be provided with a drug that will kill you painlessly. Choose wisely, cannon fodder. Also, it has come to my attention that there are Skills present in your crowd. When they are found, anyone with any relation to them will be shot." It wasn't long after this that something poked into Auricia's side, giving her a near fatal electric shock, which gave an extraordinarily large butler a chance to pull her away from the others.

"Lazarus... go get Ellianne... she's in one of the downstairs bedrooms... before it's too... late." Dammit, they had fallen for such an obvious trap. Out of the group present at the party, not enough were mahstion users to be able to break out by themselves. They were done indeed.

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Elsewhere in the crowd of captives, a young man and woman chatted idly amongst themselves. "Hey, Sid, what are we waiting for exactly?" The brown haired girl inquired. Unlike the rest of the party guests, she hadn't been given a chance to get dressed as she arrived just before all went to hell, and she was still clad in a pair of dark green short shorts and a grey tee, accompanied by black boots. There was usually more to her outfit, but she had been told she would be provided with formal clothing, so she had only come, to her, half dressed.

"Just wait, Kayleigh, just wait."
 
Lazarus was on his feet at the sound of gunshots, looking around wildly for the source and bracing himself for whatever was to come; which was hopefully nothing. Levi sat down, crossing one leg over the other as he settled into his chair comfortably, examining the scene of chaos around him with an exasperated and bored expression. No matter what, he needed to keep a pretense of cool calmness, though the wings on his feet flittered ever so slightly with his displeasure at being caught up in such a troublesome scene. A choking sound reached Levi's ears, and he turned to see Lazarus trying to console Adela, who had both hand pressed to her face, trying to silence sobs of worry and fear as she tried to identify anyone who would tell her where her husband was in the crowd, or even better, if she could see the man himself through her blurred vision. "I'm sure he's fine," Lazarus was whispering urgently, patting Adela's head as though she were only half her age, "Reid is fine, he can take care of himself, he always shows up just fine, you'll see. We'll find him after this is over and he'll be fine." It wasn't helping much, Levi noted with apathy. But what he was unable to note with apathy, was Auricia.

"Oi!" Levi jumped out of his seat, knowing that he couldn't do anything against the burly butler. If he moved unnecessarily, the crowd might be killed. How many potential patrons and partners had been killed already? Levi clenched his fists and quickly remembered the mention of association with skills. Gritting his teeth, Levi glanced at Adela, but she'd already disappeared, along with Lazarus. What the hell. Levi looked around wildly, realizing he was totally alone. When the hell had they ran off?! Levi hooked his foot on the bottom of a table and kicked it towards the butler. Levi was out of his league, but in a burst of wionus, Levi was close enough to get a hit, ignoring the table that was still only halfway to it's target. He didn't kick the man's face, instead, let his wings catch on the flesh of his head, and then brought his leg around to rip off half the man's face. He hadn't rusted at all, but then again, he'd hadn't really had the chance the rust. Serge was getting better at landing a hit every time he dropped by. And experience had given Levi a sharper wit than in the past.

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Natalija was frozen, staring at the pistol aimed in her body's mouth, and overcome with wondering what would happen to them if the man shot her body, with Soren inside of it. Would they both die? She didn't want that. She didn't want anyone to die, and so it took her a great effort not to crane her neck around and look for Dimitri and Pethalamine. She stood with as little motion as she could, following the mans orders begrudgingly as she resisted burning tears, thoughts pressing at the corners of her mind as she desperately tried to keep her tongue in check. She hated this losing feeling. This feeling that the peace of antagonizing Soren earlier with her ramblings, the peace, was already so far away. "S-…" She swallowed her words, glaring at the people around them. She was useless. Ever the useless one. Any misstep and her body was toast.

Dimitri in the meantime, looked relatively calm, surveying the ceiling and other guests in mild interest. Being surrounded on all sides wasn't exactly new to him, but an advantage in the situation compared to before was that he could see most of his enemies this time. He glanced at Pethalamine out of the corner of his eye. So much for protecting. He fixed his eyes on Soren for a moment before glancing around. No escape but up. He didn't have wings though. He had his skyboard on his person- it never left his side – but he would be able to drag more than one person out of the line of fire. But, he considered the situation before clenching his fist. Soren couldn't use mahstion. But just because he was in the body with the highest capabilities, didn't mean that he was the only one who could use it. The man had specified not to move. But Dimitri could use his mahstion without moving. He bit the inside of his lip. That probably counted as something that would incite a shot. In that case, he'd rely on someone else. Clenching his fists, Dimitri stared at the chandelier. It was held up by metal. Metal chains. Metal, he knew, was made of earth. After all, how else was such a frequently used skyboad such as his completely undented? The chains unbound themselves, and the chandelier fell. The lens in his goggles, hooked to his belt, shattered. The shards scattered across the floor as Dimitri blew the very little mahstion he had on the move. But then, more earth exploded from the ground as Dimitri's golden blonde hair turned a vivid shade of black. A smug smirk crossed his face as a tidal wave of earth pushed the surrounding people away covering them in a tight prison, earth on top of earth as the layers that sealed them inside continued to grow without ceasing.

"Go ahead." Dimitri's voice was deeper, rougher, and distinctly female. It was quickly muffled by a porous gas mask that formed out of nowhere, attaching itself to the lower portion of Dimitri's face and giving a raspy, almost robotic quality to the voice. "I couldn't care less what you did to that kid." A spike of earth aimed towards the maid who had not been sealed away snaked through the air before splintering into multiple parts, all aiming for her vitals.

Natalija fell to her knees in a mixture of anxiety and terror. Dimitri wasn't himself. That was apparent. She quickly concluded he was probably under the influence of one of his faels. But she understood that this was worse than the passive Dimitri. If it was the negafael, as it probably was, it wouldn't care about any existence but it's own. Her body was screwed. She couldn't conjur up Soren's mahstion. Her brain was fried, concentration on anything in such a poorly trained body out of the question.

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Lazarus wondered what was going on upstairs, what with all the shaking, but focused on finding Ellianne. He could feel her mahstion signature lingering through the air. It was a cold familiarity. He ran past the bedroom doors, before feeling a peak in the signature, stopping in his tracks and shaking. He was scared. He was afraid of what she would say, what she would do. He was afraid that she had been the victim of the gunshots earlier. He was afraid that someone would find him. He felt fear pressing in all around him as she pushed open a door tentatively, trying to urge himself on. He couldn't be thinking of things like, how to face her. How to admit to himself that he had honestly never wanted to see her again. All his regrets boiled up into a momentary hatred. He hated her for making him come to her again. It wasn't her fault, he assured himself. But it made him boil. She'd rejected him. And he still had to chase her?

He pushed both the door and the thoughts aside, bursting into the room and thinking that the only thing that mattered was that she was still alive. If he wanted to hate her, he could do it later. It was most important to him now, that everyone came out of this in one piece. Able to be healed from this experience. He thought, that would definitely be the nicest thing he could wish for at the moment.

"Ellianne!"

ooc: Too much to cover, can't ask any questions since David isn't online, will edit later when David reads this if I interpreted something wrong or if I screwed something up. :/ I'm really displeased with this post, as you might be able to imagine after reading it. [/goes to die now]
 
As Soren voiced his concerns, Pethalamine made as if to reply, but the words never managed to escape her mouth as an intense pain suddenly shot down her arm, forcing her to clasp it tightly and bite her teeth together to keep the scream in, tears of pain welling up behind her eyelids while the frantic howling of her plufael finally breached her consciousness. Something was wrong, horribly wrong, and she barely had the time to reach for the gun concealed beneath her dress - under the pretext of adjusting her boot - when she found out precisely what.

Pethalamine was no fool or reckless hero by nature. She was a survivor. And as such she immediately rose back to a peaceful upright position as the orders were barked and the weapons pointed. Trap, huh? The scholar grit her teeth, surveying the situation. She still had her mahstion, though given the rapidly spreading gas that was a temporary blessing at best, and the gun was still firmly clenched in her hand, thankfully concealed by the impractical length of her sleeves. Teleporting out of this mess should have been academic, but...her glance travelled across the helplessly crying Natalija, to the passive-looking Dimitri, to the equally passive Alderian and then finally to the hostage of the hour, Soren. They were too spread out for her to teleport on her own, and Natalija's nervous breakdown made relying on her an absurdity. She had the element of surprise, enough so to get one shot before the soldiers caught up, but the problem was there were plenty of soldiers and precious little room to hide. Hopeless, was this really...

"Hopeless." Pethalamine flinched, completely unprepared for hearing the husky voice anywhere outside of her dreams, but she quickly concealed it to avoid drawing any further attention, "To be cowed by a foe this insignificant." the voice continued with obvious disdain, "You truly are hopeless, little girl."

"Please..." the girl replied, trying in vain not to inhale the gas rapidly sapping her powers, "...you're my fael, right? Please help me. There's nothing I can do, nothing that would save-"

"You could easily have escaped," the voice remarked, "Opened up a portal before the gas could reach you and avoided the massacre, but you didn't. And why didn't you do it?"

"I-"

"I will tell you." the voice snarled, "It is because you are weak, frightened and cowed. Clinging to anyone who offers you even the tiniest hint of shelter or sympathy, hiding behind the strength of others because you don't dare to develop any of your own."

"I don't-" the scholar protested, "I'm not-"

"You are cattle, little girl." the voice persisted with utter contempt, "A sheep mindlessly following its herd, thinking that there is safety in numbers, thinking that it does not need to fend for itself, thinking that someone else will think for it. Willingly oblivious to the simple truth that every lamb's life ends in slaughter."

"That's not true!" Pethalamine retorted, "That's not true! I've fought for all my life, I've fought for my survival all on my own! I've scratched and crawled my way up from nothing to where I am today! I've survived horrors worse than you can imagine-"

"Then do so again." the voice replied, unimpressed, it's presence slowly starting to fade, "Prove to me that you are predator and not prey; I do not deal with the domesticated."

"Wait!"

"I'll be watching your 'struggle'...Pet."

"Don't go-don't leave me, don't leave me to-"

The crash of chandelier meeting floor broke Pethalamine's internal argument, the girl barely having time to jump aside to avoid the impact and the shock wave that followed. It was then, in the middle of the chaos that Dimitri's unexpectedly awakened fael caused, that the scholar saw her chance. Without stopping to think, she lunged straight at the assailant holding Soren captive, bringing her mahstion gun to bear despite being all but completely drained of the energy required to fire it. Fortunately, that was not what she intended to do with it, as became all too clear to the shocked guard when the butt of the gun connected squarely with her nose, followed by Pethalamine's body slamming into hers and sending her reeling backwards, enough to separate hostage and hostage holder, the latters gun firing blindly into the ceiling.

Still riding on instinct, the scholar grasped the boy-gone-girl and dragged him with her down onto the floor, lying down as flat as she could as the bullets began raining down on all sides. It wasn't until a few moments later, when a splotch of blood that was certainly not hers struck the back of her neck, that Pethalamine noticed the presence of someone else above them, her eyes widening at the sight.

"You?"

"Don't...worry." Alderian croaked back, stubbornly standing his ground, body extended as far as possible to cover the two others on the ground beneath him and blood running down in countless tiny rivulets from the wounds covering his body, "I...I won't let them...hurt you."

"Are you crazy?" the scholar hissed, making a move to yank the priest down, but to no avail, "You can't use your mahstion in this gas! You'll get killed!"

"Don't worry." Alderian repeated, a look somewhere halfway between determination and madness on his face as he maintained the covering pose, even as another shot grazed his side, "I won't die. Ophelia...won't...won't let me...die, and by her grace, neither will-neither will...you."

The priest inhaled sharply as a shot struck him square in the back, only to...stop?

Pethalamine couldn't help staring in morbid fascination as a bullet passed clean through the male's torso, only for the hole behind it to close seamlessly, muscle, fat, tendons, blood vessels, and bone reweaving themselves. And not only there; the other wounds on his body were closing in a similar manner, even though the caked blood and tattered clothes made it hard to see.

"What..." Pethalamine gasped, "What are you?"

"A servant of Ophelia." the priested replied airily, "Nothing more or less."
 
Let me go. I'll take care of everything.

Dimitri's hands had somehow wound up on his face, trying to tear the gas mask from his mouth and nose. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't see. Standing in a dead land, naked trees hung sadly against each other, the yellow grass blowing through the chilly wind to reveal dry earth underneath his bare feet. "Mmmph!" The mask smothered his desperate cry as he gripped his head, squeezing his eyes shut. A splitting pain cracked through his skull, as he tried to fall to the ground. But invisible strings held him up on his shaking knees. He felt like everything inside of him was being sucked right out, due to the reality being that pieces of earth continued to spiral around him like a tornado, regardless of the fact that he'd long passed his limit. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face as he tried to force back his fael. He didn't know his faels well, as he never spoke with them, and they'd never tried speaking with him. He knew what they looked like, which is how he identified the gas mask and black hair as his negafael's. He hated this sensation of not being in control of his own body. He hated moving without commanding himself to do so. It was like being a puppet, and it was the strangest, most uncomfortable feeling he'd ever experienced.

Come on sweet heart. Look, I've saved everyone. That hopeless situation has been turned into something where everyone can escape just fine. Let me finish the job sweet heart. You can't use eation. You used it all up just with that little feat of breaking off the chandelier!

The mask began to dissipate, and through the cracks, Dimitri partially filled his lungs again. You'll pass out soon sweet heart, and then we'll both be in trouble. Unnilennium isn't too pleased with you either. The voice chuckled, calmly amused by the scene at hand. You've always been the stupid child. Just because you were selfish once, you can't be selfish again? Give me a break. You only get one life. Live it out to the end! You're first and last gift from a family you never knew! Keep it! Exist! Dimitri's eyes burned with hot tears, but none rolled past his eyes as the voice continued to taunt him, Why are you holding onto your pride? You've already failed in protecting that sweet child you promised to. Look, you've done nothing. Dimitri's eyes were forced to the side, though he tried to fix his eyes on the floor. Pethalamine and Soren were being protected by that stranger, and judging by the state of his clothes, he'd been hit more than just once. Look sweet heart, that's what protecting does to you. You're not made for it sweet heart. You're too selfish. Are you so selfish that you won't accept my help? Will you just die because you don't want your freedom taken away?

Dimitri fell to the floor, the mask disappeared, and his hair turned golden blonde again.

I'm not afraid to die. Are you?

"Natalija!" Dimitri shouted hoarsely, and the girl snapped to her senses, the imminent danger gone, "Do something!"

She stared at Dimitri without reaction for a split second before regaining her composure, "Don't order me around!" She barked back, flinging her arm aside and waves of dation engulfing Pethalamine, Soren, and Alderian before slithering over to Dimitri. Outside the gates of the estate, Natalija thought, picturing the place she'd seen with all her might. She felt the familiar sensation of passing through a portal and then she hit cold pavement. "Ouch!" She grunted, landing roughly on her side. The portal had spit them out in the middle of the air, stopping just half a dozen inches from her imagined destination. She blew long strands of orange hair out of her face and composed herself, calming down to try and preserve the drips and bits of dation she had left. "Soren, are you okay?!" She inquired frantically after him as soon as she began stumbling to her feet, though from her expression, it was obvious that she was no longer concerned about him, but the body he inhabited.
 
From Soren's point of view, the whole situation was one big horror event. For starters, he had a man - who was of a much stronger stature than his current body - almost choking him while holding a pistol in his mouth. He was a fighter at hearts, used to putting his life on the line, but not once in his adventures had he been so scared like he was at that very moment. He thought he was over his fear of death, but apparently not. Next, Dimitri's sudden transformation came into effect, leaving Soren more concerned about the safety of the others than himself. His own negafael had acted up before, acting on Soren's self interests, but nothing good every came of it for the innocent nearby. He wasn't permitted much time – not that he had a lot - to dwell on that issue before Pethalamine assaulted his captor, knocking him away from the man and down to the ground with her. He managed to meekly thank her, though the dress had ripped amidst the rescue. At this point, enough had happened to shake the boy up, and his attention strayed from everything unfolding as shock began to take hold. His face lost its colour and everything felt hazed as Natalija finally managed to transfer them somewhere safe.

To top off the dreaded experience, Soren was treated with his face into the pavement as the dation dropped them from several feet in the air. The drop left him winded, making it difficult for him to get up. The taste of cold metal was still on his lips, along with the taste of Natalija's sweat. Speaking of Natalija, the girl made haste to come over to him, obviously concerned about her body and not the trauma he had just suffered from. Though, to be fair, the acute stress reaction he was now suffering from was affecting her body. "I'm fine…" He lied, if only to keep the girl's mind at ease. Unfortunately, his legs gave way and he began to fall forward.

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"Get out, stupid soldier!" The sharp cry of a girl – obviously fed with fear – boomed as Lazarus charged through the door. He probably wasn't expecting the large ball of fionus that was flying at his face, but thankfully Ellianne, who was hiding in the shadows at the back of the room, realized it was not an enemy at the last moment and negated the ball of flame with a small wall of ice. "Miss Ellianne! What if he's trying to kill us!?" Ellianne managed a gentle smile at the girl. She reminded her too much of Flaire for her own good. When Ellianne was still young, Flaire became her friend and acted as her eyes and mouth, driving off any unwanted people that would threaten her fragility. Ah, that was so long ago.

Now, the problem was explaining who Lazarus was. "…How are you doing, Lazarus?" She managed another smile, despite the fear she felt in her heart. Over the twenty year span, the physical age between the two had changed significantly, and she had not died from disease like she told Lazarus she would when she broke it off with him. Fortunately, she realized, it was not the time for idle chit chat. "We should probably get going. We don't know when they'll start searching down here…"

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An explosion was heard from the same place the gunshots were heard earlier, as the room collapsed and two figures flew out amidst the dust. Thanks to unexpected circumstances, Reid had avoided instant death, only receiving bullets in his left arm and another place. He really had to thank that white haired girl for pushing Ailia at the last possible second, though how she got into that room was questionable at best. But now here he flew, using his wings for once in the freezing cold afternoon air – which he cursed, since he avoided using his wings in the cold and rode a skyboard to avoid his strange wings locking due to the cold. His own sister had fired two shots at him, so apparently this fight was real now. The two faced each other in the air for the final battle. Reid couldn't help notice the ominous glow the black tower in the background, behind his sister, was giving off, but now probably wasn't the time to worry about that.
 
"Miss!"

Technically, Alderian had gotten the briefing on the body swap situation, but a gut instinct was a gut instinct, and his was telling him to rush to Soren's aid the moment he saw her - well, him - falter, oblivious to the fact that his shirt and blazer had been torn to shreds in the crossfire and that his body, by all forms of logic, should have followed suit.

"Is...is your wound troubling you again?" the priest ventured, lionus dutifully coiling around his hand, "Do not fear, I will set it right in just a moment."

It took Pethalamine a few minutes of staring at cold pavement and breathing uncontaminated air to realize where she was, and a few more for her mind to catch up with everything that had just passed and conclude that maybe getting up from the pavement would be a good idea.

"...Dimitri?" she ventured at last, cautiously approaching the skyboarder and reaching out a tentative hand to help him up on his feet. Somewhere within the maelstorm of noise and bullets, there had been a scream even more blood-curling than the others and what Dimitri had just been subjected to was surely a textbook example of fael posession. It didn't take a genius to figure out one plus one, "...are you alright? Your...negafael is back under control, right?"

There was a distinct disadvantage to having been mentored by a fael expert, and that was living with and experiencing the world through the footnotes. Whether you wanted them or not. Fael possession could only mean one of two things: a drastic difference in power level between fael and reila which allowed the fael to wrest control of the host body or a willful forfeit of the body by the reila. Judging by the scream and the struggle Dimitri had been put through, one option was effectively shut out. The negafael was gone now, but it could resurface the moment Dimitri displayed even the slightest hint of hesitance or weakness.

The glowing tower remained firmly behind her back, unnoticed in the far more personal commotion.
 
Dimitri felt like he'd just ran five miles at a full head on sprint without a pause to breathe or a pause for water. He was utterly exhausted, and he couldn't feel the slightest drop of mahstion or vitality in his entire body. He closed his eyes to listen carefully. He couldn't hear anything but blurred voices. Not the clear, sharpness of that woman. Relaxing at the relief of being unable to hear that deep sinister voice, Dimitri pushed himself off the ground, his arms shaking horribly as the energy he'd mustered for the movement was wiped clean from his limbs. He caught himself by landing on his elbows, curling his legs up under him and forcing himself upright. Hanging his head back, he sighed, letting some blood back into his face and waiting for his vision to realign itself. "I'm fine but," Dimitri swallowed hard, trying to clear his voice as he dodged the question as to whether his fael was gone. He didn't want to think of it if she wasn't. "That's not important." After another pause to catch his breath, he spoke more clearly, "Are you okay?"

He immediately laughed dryly at his own inquiry, bringing a hand to his forehead and pushing back his bangs to let the cool night air hit his face which was now burning with embarrassment. He shifted his hand down to cover a bitter smile that he didn't want anyone to see. He wasn't a bitter person, and he didn't want to be making the face he was. He couldn't help it though. His incompetence killed him every time he was reminded of it. "I've always sucked at keeping promises." He mumbled through his hand, the words practically indecipherable as he thought of the rush of running through the stifling, dirty air in the Slums, hearing hurt and angry voice chasing after him as he saved himself selfishly from a world he wasn't good enough for. Dimitri shoved the thought aside. "I'm sorry." He said, dropping his hand and putting a blank look on his face as he stared at his skyboard, which was lying a few feet away.

Meanwhile, Natalija was fully poised to catch her falling body, berate Soren for lying to her, and then she was intercepted.

Intercepted.

Her face drew itself into an irritated expression as she folded her arms at Alderian, clamping tightly down on her- or Soren's, tongue, only because he was doing that lionus mumbo jumbo. She wanted to go home. Why was she mixed up in this stupid mess? Clenching her fists, she held her hands against her head, thinking hard. Somewhere, anywhere. Farther away. She wanted to go home, even if that terrible woman was there. Even if that neglectful man was there. But it was too far. She couldn't take them all, no matter how much energy she mustered. She imagined the Davies' house, and found that too far. She felt like an outcast again. Dimitri was talking to Pethalamine, and vice versa. Soren with Alderian. She occupied herself furiously by thinking. It would be better if they all managed to get somewhere hidden. Somewhere less open, and vulnerable. "We need to move." She spoke up, looking to her left and right, trying to identify where she was. "Otherwise they'll find us."

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Lazarus swallowed a yelp when a fireball was suddenly hurled at him, and he was halfway through pulling up a wall of eation before a wall of ice got in the way first. He stared stupidly at the ice for a moment, as if having a hard time swallowing the proof. He stared at Ellianne for a moment, listening to her polite question before regaining his senses and resisting the urge to ask who the girl beside her was. But he couldn't help but turn his face away, avoiding her gaze and question. He'd been fine, he wanted to say. He'd done a lot of research, gotten better at controlling his mahstion, and he hated that she was smiling at him.

"We don't have time to talk." He said, more curtly than he intended, and immediately realizing this, he turned an apologetic look over his shoulder. He did not retract the statement however, nor vocally apologize for it, instead adding, "Let's go, before they find you."

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"Watch." A thick glass tumbler filled with amber liquid crashed down onto a perfect, ornate oak table, drops of whiskey splashing onto it's surface. The dark room was illuminated by the sinister glow of the tower, as Giles' furious eyes burned his frustration onto the light, the wall he sat before made of glass to allow him perfect surveillance of his playground. "I'll destroy everything you've ever fought for."

He stood up from the red upholstered armchair and swept out of the room, his thin black hair twisting behind him as he threw the glass tumbler across the room, shattering the mirror and his distant reflection. "And we'll end everything that ever was in this world."
 
"No, no, it's not the wound!" Soren protested, struggling against Alderian's grasp, fully aware that there was no blood bleeding from the flesh of his current body. "I'm just a little bit shaken up, that's all. I used up a lot of my energy when I got… scared." The fact that he still hadn't shaken off the near death experience was apparent, as the body still shook slightly. He had always been a battle maniac, a fearless fighter. Why was it he was being shaken up so easily by something like having a gun shoved in his mouth? Was it because he had been powerless? Had having a weak body and an inability to use mahstion reduced him to what he was now? It wasn't until the dark glow of the tower began to intensify that he managed to stand himself back up on his own two feet. "Something isn't right… and everyone isn't out yet! We should help them!" The truth reawakened his panic, and he tumbled backwards again, but thankfully caught himself

"…Are you really in any condition to be saying that, Soren?" It was a voice Soren hadn't heard in a few days, and even the voice itself had changed slightly. "Though not that I blame you, it may very well be the end of your world." Miki appeared from behind a nearby building, dressed in the attire she had last been seen in over a day ago. If anything was different about her, it was her eyes, which seemed to have obtained the light they had been missing during their last encounter. "Even though I can't believe they went as far as to make a move without my consent…" Her voice got quieter and quieter as she continued, the edge of her index finger brought up to her lip while she thought, the chain floating around her gently. "If the Tower of Zante is here, then that means they intend on… I see… then it would be best to neutralize the effects in this area by using Aldon's Key…"

"Wait! Miki!? What are you talking about? The end of our world? What's going on!?" Soren was the first to burst out in confusion. This girl was talking about some pretty serious stuff, and he wanted some clarification. Of course, this wasn't helping his condition.

Miki said nothing for a moment, but decided to pose a question. "Do you people like your world?" The answer was obvious. Every world had its flaws, but it was still home. "Well I like it as well, and I feel you have a right to live. But, other people feel otherwise, and that tower you see there is a tool for helping their cause…" She nodded towards the tower. "Unless you stop them," she then pointed to Reid and Ailia in the sky, who seemed to be attacking each other quite violently, "There is no guarantee I can help protect your world with the weapon my people have created. We need Ophelia's Core to stop causing interference…"


OOC: Will post an Ellianne part later.
 
"Stop talking about thing we don't understand." Natalija barked immediately after Miki finished her tirade, folding her arms and glaring at her, "Whoever you are, if you want our help, opinion, whatever you're seeking, stop mumbling, speak clearly, and explain properly! Tower of whatever, our world, your world, these people, those people, do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and beg you for more information? Are you waiting for me to look stupid like Mr. "What's Going On?!" over there? Tough luck. You want us to stop them? Explain in more detail than, 'The end of the world'! Excuse me but, we have a mission to carry out that dictates whether or not Soren and I get our regular bodies back, and that mission includes that girl," Natalija jabbed her index finger towards Ailia's figure, or whichever one she was through the shadow of dark, "Kicking the bucket! And I'm sick-and-tired-of-you-people-dragging-us-around on a leash like dogs! I'm not here to do your every last convenience!" Natalija snarled, unfurling her frustration and anger on Miki. "I, hate this world." She put a hand on the base of her neck, indicating to herself, "All I've seen are disgusting people who can't do anything but make other people's lives miserable. Don't assume we're all hunky dory and that we all love the things we are and the things we do. We're not hunky dory, so if you guys want to have a little angst-fest over here over the end of the world, FINE. I've had enough of all this, and you know what? Tell Stahn that nobody pushes all my buttons and gets to drag me around like a ragdoll. I've had enough of that in my life, so if you're interested in getting your body back Soren," She whirled back on him, "You take it to Stahn, because I don't care anymore."

A small white rabbit half its normal size appeared out of nowhere on Soren's shoulder, peering after its reila's departing figure in a resound silence. After blinking twice, it turned to Soren, 'If you're worried about being stuck in her body, I'm sure she'll be back later. Natti's probably just a little past her patience limit.'

"Aren't we all." Dimitri sighed, flopping back onto the ground, too tired to ask Miki how she knew all this, too tired to ask her where she'd been and how she found them. He didn't want to deal with Natalija's temper tantrum, and he didn't want to think about how Stahn would punish them for letting Natalija go. He had half a mind to try to convince her to stay, but he didn't care anymore either. She was more trouble than she was worth. All she was good for so far had been mahstion, and her unlimited access to that was in her own body, and then there was the nice headache she gave everyone whenever she opened her mouth. He didn't particularly like this world either, he had to admit. He'd done himself and everyone around him no justice, but he certainly didn't want it to end. There were a lot of people still here –hopefully- that he wanted to see again.

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Lazarus failed to speak a single word as he pushed his disheveled hair away from his face with one hand, twitching his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose with the other as he slowly made his way up four flights of stairs. He felt it would be best, but wrong, if he simply brushed over all the things that he and Ellianne had left open ended. He reached into his back pocket and drew out a set of keys- a huge collection, at least twenty of them. As he shuffled through them, he decided the best thing to do now would be to explain. "This is one of Levi's flats. You should be safe here for the night, since this one is registered in a false name." The door swung open to reveal a strangely un-Levi-like apartment. Quaint, with only a small amount of randomly collected luxury furnishings. Lazarus stared at the glowing tower on the far right of the window directly across from him and frowned. "Come in." He said, leaving the door open as he strode briskly across the premise and immediately wrenched the curtains closed. He could still see the burning lights inside Blanc's mansion before the red curtains blocked them.

After this deed was done, Lazarus peered carefully around the rest of the room, ushering Ellianne and the other girl inside and shutting the door behind them. Heaving a sigh of half relief, Lazarus couldn't help but still feel on edge. He should be expecting Levi any minute now, unless they chose to escape to different apartments. That man really did have too many hiding places throughout the city.

Lazarus turned around from the door and opened his mouth to say something. It was time to confront the issue at hand. Now a better time than any.

But he closed his mouth and glanced at the floor. "I… see that your disease is gone?"
 
"This world is evil..." Alderian mumbled in his usual half-absent way, as if to join into Natalija's complaint, absent-mindedly toying with his Ophelian cross, "Perhaps...I do not wish to cheapen the value of a human life, but...perhaps...an end for it all is the only way to put the Goddess' mind at ease. Perhaps-"

"Enough!"

Had Pethalamine been more like her mother, she would probably not have silenced the priest in such a harsh manner, nor would she have dropped into awkward silence as Dimitri started blaming himself and Natalija wented at the world in general. But Pethalamine was not Faewyn, she couldn't bring herself to feel any greater sympathy or even pity for these people. In the place of these emotions, however, another filled her senses just as thoroughly, an emotion that she had thought hard to restrain but which had finally overcome her self-discipline.

Disgust.

"You." completely disregarding the other's explosive temper and the furry little pest that had appeared to cover for her, the scholar snatched Natalija by the arm and bluntly whirled her around to bring them face-to-face, "You think being in a guy's body is rough." with one motion of carefully calculated anger, Pethalamine did something she would never even have considered under normal circumstances, pulling aside her carefully arranged fringe and revealing Serret's tattoo in its full glory. The three-tailed cat was an unnerving sight under normal circumstances, but the intensity of her anger and loathing seemed to be feeding it, the cat shape joining into its host's accusation with a resentful hiss, glaring at Natalija through the eye it was nestling around, its pupil tinted a vivid crimson color that created a disturbing contrast with the regular green eye on the left, "This is what I've woken up to every morning of my life. There's another one on my arm, you know. They're noisy, they're fidgety, they move about, they hiss and bark and itch and scratch and bite. And no, it doesn't get any better with time. And you think you're being played with like a ragdoll?" she gave a mirthless little laugh, "Try spending four years of your life locked up in a cage, barely large enough for you to stand properly. Try being led about by a leash and taught tricks like an animal, put up on display for every ignorant bastard who has a coin or two to spare for the pleasure. Oh, but mommy and daddy didn't love you enough or pay enough interest to your oh-so-perfectly polished nails, or come to that very special rehersal, so now you think the world owes you something. Is that right? Well tell you what." not bothering or wanting to give the little primadonna a chance to get a word in edgewise, she raised her hand and delivered a slap square across her face, "My parents sold me out before I could even walk or talk. I don't know their faces or their names. What they did or who they were. Forst most of my life I've owned nothing, not the place I lived, not the food I ate, not the clothes on my back, not even my own body. I had to fight for everything, every. Last. Thing. Do you have any idea what that's like?" she shook her head, "If you want to fold your arms and sulk over how poorly everyone is treating you, go right ahead, but don't you dare...don't you dare act like you know what real slavery is like."

"As for you." Pethalamine promptly spun around , turning an accusing finger and the glare of the eye she shared with Serret to Dimitri in turn, "You say you're sorry, but in truth the only one you feel that way for is yourself. Sorry I don't know what to do, sorry I'm so weak, sorry I can't keep my own fael under control, sorry I failed promise. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Such an utterly pointless word." the last sentence came out closer to a snarl than speech, the cat shape around her eye seeming to extend just a little with every vicious sentiment, the red shade in her eye slowly deepening. Though it was hard to tell for sure, the feline creature seemed to have gone from a displeased snarl to something more...like a smirk, "You think those meaningless phrases are going to make it all better, don't you? Think that your problems will just fade away if you ignore them for long enough? Well here's the bottom line: they won't. Failures don't just miraculously starting succeeding, the weak don't magically become strong, wrongs don't turn to right. That's nothing but fairytales and wishful thinking. Freedom, knowledge, strength, a family that gives a damn. No-one is just going to come up and give these things to you; you're the one who has to reach out and seek them. You don't want to be weak anymore? Don't want to fail another promise? Don't want to be taken over by your fael? Then stop wallowing in your self-pity and do something about it!"

"Madame Pethalamine-" Alderian interjected, only to earn the glare in turn.

"Shut up." the voice was barely noticeable as Pethalamine's anymore. Hoarse from the rant, deeper, more menacing, like the barely constrained growl of a predator. Slowly but surely, the white tattoo was spreading across her skin, growing, the three tails lazily snaking their way down the side of her neck, a faint aura of dation spreading in its wake, "You're the worst."

"You are not yourself." the priest persisted, oblivious to "Please, do not push away your friends-"

"What do you know?" the scholar snarled, "What the hell do you think you know about who I am? What do any of you think you know?"

"The Goddess teaches-"

"Your Goddess is a lie."

Alderian tensed visibly at these words, his expression hardening, "Do not jest about such things, madame." he replied icily, "The Goddess is always with us. She shares her very essence with us! Is the existence of faels not enough to-"

"I said it is your goddess who is a lie." Pethalamine interrupted, "The kind, caring, loving Ophelia who watches over all." she spat at the pavement in a decidedly unladylike manner, "That is a myth. Ophelia is just like the world she created: cruel, selfish and uncaring. These marks of mine are her handiwork, you know." she gave another mirthless chuckle, putting on a would-be reverent tone, "The greatest blessing from Ophelia herself. Her 'love' and 'caring' branded onto my skin for all eternity. Like a slaver's mark. Damning me to live my life as an outcast, a freak! What kind of goddess does such a thing?"

The priest inhaled and exhaled sharply, struggling to form words under this verbal onslaught, and Pethalamine, surprisingly seemed equally winded after her tirade, though no less resentful as she struggled to keep the teardrop attempting to escape her eye from doing so. Her resentment was almost tangible, like a foul gas that clung to the air around her, and even Serret seemed to shrink away from it, the tattoo halting its advance and slowly curling up again.

"You know why I even got involved in this mess?" she asked rhetorically as the mark finally settled onto its original place, now refusing to make eye contact with anyone, hand clamped over her left arm, at the precise spot where Garm's tattoo was located, "Why I submitted to serving someone else even though I promised myself never to suffer such an indignity again? To get rid of these. Just...to get rid of these." she laughed bitterly, "You don't need to say it. It's stupid, I know, but that's how much I hate them, just as I hate the Goddess who branded them on me, just as I hate this cruel, heartless world she created. But you know what? No matter how much I hate this world, I'm not going to let it end like this. I still have things to accomplish with this life of mine and I refuse to let anyone end it for me." she turned to Miki, "I just have to stop those two for now, right? Fine. But I expect a full explanation once this has been settled."
 
Natalija stood silently, listening to Pethalamine with an irritated and 'holier-than-thou' look on her face, getting redder and redder with every word. "Thanks for the life story," She said with a cold chuckle, "But, read my lips. I. Don't. Care. Who's whining?" Natalija mocked Pethalamine, "Aww, my life sucked. Aww, I didn't have parents to be there for me. Aww, I can't stand to hear other people whine because I've had it worse, and nobody else can even begin to compare, so they obviously don't have the right to talk about it in front of me." Natalija put her hand up to her mouth, spat delicately into it, and slapped Pethalamine back, speaking evenly with her nose wrinkled as if she'd smelt something disgusting. Nothing but cool contempt for a girl who's opinion she didn't have a single ounce of care for, and a sense of superiority to this girl in her face as she deadpanned, "Shut up. You think you don't care about my problems? Well I can assure you I don't give a damn about your little sob story. You want to blame those tattoo's on your skin? Aww, well it's called make-up, and- Oh! Forgive me! You can't AFFORD make-up, let me guess, because nobody loves you and nobody will pay for it! My apologies. You've never owned anything, so of course you can't cover up with cosmetics. Well you know what? You're the one who's ashamed of them. You're the one who hides them. If you don't want to get lead around on a leash, then DON'T, because right now, all you are is Stahn's little pawn, this woman's little servant, and SLAVE to your tattoo's. You judge me bitch, but you have no right. Better that you didn't have parents, because- guess what? Oh my goodness! NOBODY CARES." Natalija folded her arms, quickly calming back down to a hiss, "I'll do what I want, and you? You keep your worthless opinion to yourself. You want to tell me how hard your life has been? You want me to tell you that you've been treated like trash? Well sweet heart, I think you're trash too, so looks like you've been done right all your life. You think you're any better than I am?" Natalija cackled a genuine, disbelieving mirth in her voice, "In your dreams! You're just as ungrateful as I am, you're just as much of a little witch as I am, so don't YOU dare. Don't you dare think you have the right to even criticize me."

Dimitri had already dragged himself to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed considerably less impacted by Pethalamine's outburst than Natalija, and gave only a simple half smile as he picked up his skyboard in silence and unfolded, sitting on it so that he could be upright, drawing his energy from a sympathetic plufael who was bristling with indignity at Pethalamine's words, feeling like she'd just been insulted. After all, Une had always been considerate towards Dimitri, even if he never noticed. He was still drained though, and he felt like he was about to die from everything being hurled at him at once.

"You're not going to SAY anything?!" Natalija shrieked accusingly at Dimitri, whirling upon him as well. He shrugged.

Natalija clenched her fists, "You're not going to defend yourself!? What- are you a coward too? A little coward who'll have a meltdown whenever someone expresses the way they really feel, like her?! Or are you too much of a goody-two-shoes to say anything to her?!"

Dimitri sighed, but continued to maintain his silence, growing uncomfortable from being put on the spot.

"You're just a doormat, aren't you? She is right. You're worthless."

Dimitri's eyes flashed and he glared calmly at her, responding in a strained voice unlike his usual casual cheer, "Why should I say anything to her?"

Natalija faltered, feeling like she'd just wasted a lot of words. She flushed and stormed off, "I don't ever want to see any of you, ever again."

Dimitri turned his eyes away and stared down the dark street, trying to wipe his face of the frustration he felt. He didn't need the wake-up call, but Pethalamine had been so kind to give it to him anyway. He was simmering on the inside, slowly beginning to boil. It wasn't as easy as saying it, he wanted to shout. She shouldn't talk about things she didn't know. He wasn't going to lie, everything that had happened to him was his fault. Everything he could have prevented by making a better decision. But he hated being told that by someone who didn't mean it. She was just mad, and she'd pointlessly ripped open all of his wounds. He closed his eyes, and swallowed hard. He tried not to think about it. He focused on the issue at hand. Stop Reid, or the end of the world. Dimitri found himself not willing to dwell on that either. He didn't want to look at anyone, feeling a burning sensation on his throat as he kept his mouth tightly shut and his face stubbornly blank. At the very least, he wasn't like Natalija.




Giles disappeared from the scene, appearing beside an aged blonde man with a soul patch on his chin. He was tall and burly, wearing a black suit that matched Giles' save for the orange silk tie. "You smell like alcohol." Came his fatherly tone of sympathy, mixed with a shot of amusement at Giles' predicament.

"I only had one glass." Giles replied nonchalantly, rubbing his eyes, "I'm not a kid anymore."

"Then can I guess that you didn't find who you were looking for?"

Silence overcame the room, only the rattling sounds of someone pounding away at a keyboard breaching the quiet contemplation. Sure Giles had found her. But she wasn't who he was looking for anymore. He would probably never find the girl he'd been looking for. Giles' companion heaved a sigh at the lack of an answer.

"You sure it's not just you?" The man turned around and exited the control room, "After all, you're a different person too. Who knows, maybe you're both looking for people who don't exist anymore."

"I can't go back."

Laughter. "You'd be dead if you did."

The heavy steel door shut with a resounding thud and click of the latch.
 
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"Oi, Sid. This is bad! At this rate, this city is done for!" The brown haired girl shouted to the blond haired boy after a spike of rock erupted from beneath the feet of some of the soldiers occupying the mansion. Everyone had gotten out safe at this point, but the pair had become surrounded just as they intended to leave. There was something wrong with this men, and the light of the tower brought out the consistency with them all as the glow reflected off their faces. They were mechanical.

Sid bit his upper lip before striking down another "soldier" with his large scythe. "Unfortunately, we underestimated Exeri's influence up here." Nothing was going according to plan. "Kay, go protect the home I told you about earlier, and make sure you keep an eye out for Little-Miss-Leader. She should be snapping out of it soon, if she hasn't already."

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"Great, I'm being comforted by a furball..." Soren murmured to himself as Natalija's rabbit... thingy appeared. His displeasure at this fact was quickly turned to displeasure as Pethalamine began to yell, quickly dragging Natalija back into the fray. Luckily, he wasn't brought up once in their little fits, somehow managing to avoid the conversation despite his multiple attempts to interject. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Dimitri, as he recognized that power wasn't always easy to control and it wasn't totally his fault that he lost control. But... wasn't the conversation getting a little off track? End of the world, anybody? Not until Natalija finally stormed off did he come to realize the problem with the results of the conflict. "OI! GET BACK HERE WITH MY BODY!" His new found panic was quick to redirect itself Pethalamine, whom was the spark that ignited the issue. "DID YOU HAVE TO START YELLING NOW?! EVEN AFTER WHAT MIKI JUST SAID, YOU DECIDED NOW WAS THE TIME TO START AN INTERNAL CONFLICT!? YOU-" His hands quickly shot up to his head as he was overtaken by a wave of pain.

His eyes closed instinctively, and when they reopened he was not where he had been standing before. He glanced around as the pain subsided, and realized that the rest of the group had disappeared. That, or he had moved away from the group. He could tell from the scenery and the fact that his Uncle was still in the sky that he hadn't traveled too far - maybe a block or two - and had he grown taller? YES. YES. YES HE HAD. A quick examination revealed that he had regained his own body... even though it was still dressed in the tuxedo from earlier.

Darkness formed a loop around his right shoulder as his hoop materialized from the dissipating darkness, and he glanced up at the sky. He could fight again.

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"You're not Ailia..." Reid finally concluded after several minutes of combat with the blond haired women. Ailia was never the type of girl to do what she had been doing - he believed that with all his heart - not to mention, this person was making a crucial mistake that gave away her identity, or lack thereof. "Ailia holds a gun with her left hand since she's left handed, but you're using your right hand!" His breaths had begun to draw themselves out, as the pain from the bullet wounds came in full force. It wouldn't be much longer before he lost consciousness. There was also the issue of that tower, but he had no choice but to entrust that to everyone else.

The woman grinned maniacally, her form dissolving into darkness, which revealed the form of a young girl. More like, a young demon. She had no wings, and he could sense no mahstion radiating off her body, so just how the hell was she staying afloat? And the maniac gaze she gave made her look like she had just stepped out of an asylum after only twenty minutes of treatment - and the extra large, white straight jacket she was wearing didn't help any (even considering it was way too large for her and hung off her arms). Her fire-red locks, shoulder length, blew wildly in the wind. "FINALLY~~~~~ I don't have to worry about maintaining that fleshy form ANYMORE. Five years in a body you're not used to causes havoc on your mind, y'know. 'Specially if you're just simulated life like m'self." Reid's eyes narrowed. Simulated life? What the hell was she, then? She was an enemy, and that was all he needed to know for now, anyways. "Guessin' that tower," she jerked her thumb - at least, Reid though so, he couldn't tell since it was buried in the sleeve - at the structure behind her, "can't be operatin' until I get what I'm s'posed to, seein' as it's operated on that thing's energy. So, yer Ophelian Core, please?"

Reid wasn't given time to react as the girl held out her hands, a dark red ray of light erupting from beneath the sleeves and striking the man square in the center of the chest. It penetrated and flesh, and Reid keeled over in the air, barely managing to stay in flight as the light began to tear something, what he knew was his Ophelia's Core, from within his soul. As the tiny white orb, no larger than a marble, was drawn towards the girl, it began to glow the same ominous colour as the black tower in the backdrop, which was quick to began shaking, until a high pitched ringing was suddenly emitted, shaking the city of Meredy.

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"Miss? Who are you?" Rosalynne made an inquiry to the brown haired girl who had barged into her home only moments before. Kayleigh didn't give a response. There wasn't time as the ground began to shake and the ringing noise filled the air. She acted quickly, throwing a small ball at the ground which began to emit it's own ringing for a second, before a dome of what seemed to be lionus erupted, seeping outside and forming a barrier around the Davies home. Outside of the protected dome, through the window, Kayleigh watch as people grabbed for their chests in pain, before dying almost instantly after. She covered the young girl's eyes, not wanting the child to witness to eradication of the city she was born and raised in.

They had been too late after all.

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Meanwhile, Miki had established a barrier of her own around her group, with many other white domes of lionus being seen of in the near distance - probably the surviving party guests being protected by other agents of her unit. People began to drop like flies outside, some desperately crawling towards to sphere with the last of their lives. The fact that she couldn't save everyone was just overwhelming to the once emotionless girl, and the girl began to cry as the rest of her memory returned.

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"W-what's going on!?" Lyrum exclaimed, the ringing still loud where they were. Thankfully, they had come to a place close enough to the rescue site that the barrier protected them as well. But... the unprotected people. The city was dying, everyone was dying!"

"...Lazarus!" Ellianne exclaimed as she turned to the man, obviously afraid.

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Soren had made a mistake. A big mistake. Unaware of what was occurring in the sky, he had dation warped to a location directly between Reid and the strange girl in order to prevent the worst possible outcome from occurring. "Uncle, you need to-" He didn't get to finish his sentence after emerging from the portal as he was overwhelmed by the pain in his lower chest created by the fact that he had appeared right in the line of red energy that grasped Reid's Ophelia's Core. The boy's eyes grew wide as the girl behind him began to shout in frustration. The core was dragged into his chest by the light, and his body was quickly paralyzed by the foreign object's entrance into his very soul. The red light severed, an uncertain factor having interrupted it's path, leaving Soren to start plummeting to the ground, his eyes glazed over and his body under severe physical stress. With the core placed in a host, however, the ringing subsided and the tower cracked down the middle, eventually dissipated into darkness having served it's purpose.

If not for Sid, who caught the boy in mid-air while leaving Reid to fend for himself, though the mysterious girl had seemingly disappeared with the tower, Soren would have died there and then. The boy was not in good condition though. If studies had proven anything, then it was unlikely he'd make it through the next hour. He had to act fast, for the boy's sake and for the sake of the core, which his people so desperately needed, but at the same time he had a duty to rescue the Leader. It wasn't hard to locate that girl though, as her energy signature was so unique, and he dove down to her positioning. Usually, he'd have to activate a small scale portal to save energy in the transference device, but that took time, so a large scale emergency transferal would have to do. It meant he'd be dragging above grounders below, but it was better than nothing. Besides, they had reason to bring these kids under their protection now.

Sid made contact with the ground in the center of Miki's group, taking her by surprise as the ground began to glow blue - a light meant to place transferees unconscious for a week, since as while in emergency use, the transferal could bring along unwanted people, and eventually collapsed into a hole that lead to unconscious down into unexplored domain.


ONE WEEK LATER

"Miss Miki! Are you finally awake!?" A girl's voice shouted loudly in the white haired girl's right ear as her eyes struggled against the blinding white light above her. When her vision cleared, Kayleigh's presence became painfully obvious, as did her location. She was in the medical bay in the headquarters of the Upper World Protection Committee (UWPC), but why? "Sid had to use the emergency gate, so you've been out for nearly a week! Exeri has been 'knocking on our door' the entire time looking for that Ophelia's Core Sid brought back, too! It's been horrible! But I guess you need to rest, huh?"

Miki weakly nodded, before having a quick glance around the room. It seemed none of the above grounders had been harmed, but Soren was missing. "What's the status on the boy who assimilated with the core?"

"He's still alive..." Kay's eyes hit the floor. "But if we extract the core this soon after having it forced into his body, he'll die for sure. Not to mention his soul has basically been crushed. It'll be a miracle if he ever regains consciousness. There are of course methods, but they're expensive and we didn't want to go ahead without your permission..."

"Hmm..." Miki pondered as she glanced out the nearby window at the city she had been away from for so long. It felt so long ago that she had agreed to immerse herself in the above world to defend it's existence, though she hadn't intend on having her mind altered. it was dusk, as the sun was setting beyond the bridge. Large buildings towered off in the distance, beyond the cobblestone square beneath her window. The sound of trains off in the distance was rather soothing after having been absent so long, as well. "Let's see what the others think. He's their comrade, after all."

OOC: LOOONG. Basically what we're modeling the city after.
 
'I'm not made of fur!' Minke replied indignantly, 'My form is one hundred percent dation, thank you very much!' He looked over ruefully at where Natalija had disappeared. She was mad. He could feel his own anger rising, though he didn't feel any personal anger, since Pethalamine had technically said nothing particularly wrong in his opinion. He anger was bristling to the brim however, and it was starting to seep into him. Soren flinched and Minke looked over at his reila's body in confusion as its inhabitant clutched at its head. 'Soren?'

A heavy shaking overcame the body as Natalija crashed onto her knees, her eyes wide before she looked up and around.

Almost instantly her expression grew disgusted, "You people again. Well as long as I'm back in my body, that's fine. Now I can leave properly-"

'Natti!' Minke's tail wagged wildly, 'Me and Meine missed you like craaaazy-'

Natalija picked Minke up by the back of his neck and flung him into a dation portal, "Who said you could come out?!" She threw a dirty glare at Pethalamine, feeling much better now that she was in her proper body. "Tch!" She rolled her eyes, waving her hand and opening a dation portal. It disappeared at once however, when the Ophelian Core was drawn out of Reid, and Natalija's world began to pulsate. A white barrier stopped the shaking as Natalija spun around to look first at Reid and Ailia, then to the tower, "What's going on?!" She asked, adamanatly demanding the answer from Miki. She was different now, in her own body. Confident of her own abilities now, she wasn't afraid of anything. Until she spotted the dying people outside. Her eyes went wide and she stared dumbfounded. And then she remembered something that was important. "Jazz!" Her hands shot up to her face as the thought dawned on her, "Jazz!!" Whirling around a dation portal opened and Minke hopped through it, having not noticed anything until seeing Natalija's face. "Jazz, Minke, is Jazz okay?!"

'… I don't know. He's not at home though?'

Natalija bit her thumbnail nervously, squeezing her waist with her other hand.

Dimitri looked around silently. Again, his reaction was nothing like that of Natalija's. She'd insisted that she wouldn't care if the world ended, and yet now she obviously did. He'd reported that it wouldn't be bad, but he didn't advocate it. And by the look on his cool expression, the perfect view of dying people had no particular effect on him. He didn't care for strangers, especially not at this point in time. Dimitri closed his eyes though and turned his face away from the dying people. He wasn't as moved by this as Miki was. But that didn't mean he was pleased about it. It was unfair that all these people had to die, and that they got to live.

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Aertan was not pleased about the uninvited, unidentifiable intruder, but that changed when people started dying. Seeing that Rosalynne was being taken care of by the maid, the man grabbed the trembling Davies son and pushed him back to Faewyn, "Close your eyes!" He commanded roughly, and Serge's hands immediately flew to his ears as he clamped his eyelids shut.

"What's going on?" Aertan took only a second to look out the window at the dying people before drawing all the curtains, "This is absolutely insane…"

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"...Lazarus!" Ellianne's voice came, afraid. Lazarus drew her and Lyrum into a tight circle, covering one of each of their ears with his hands as he peered through the crack in the curtain's he'd just drawn. It wasn't pretty, the sight just beyond the white dome.

"It'll be fine." He assured them, his voice stronger than it should've been, "Don't listen and don't look. It looks like we're okay in here, so don't worry." After a few moments that seemed like an eternity, the ringing stopped, and Lazarus looked up and breathed a sigh of relief as he lowered his hands, stepping across the threshold to look through the curtains. The glow was gone. They were okay.

But everyone else...?



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Dimitri turned his head, listening to the strangers talk. He'd been awake for awhile now. But he'd taken the chance when he found out that the others were still unconscious to rest and ponder over things. "We're not comrades." Dimitri interjected as if offended by the term, folding his hands over his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling, "So I think it'd be better if you made the choice Miki. I'm sorry-" Dimitri faltered at the word, but furrowed his brow and continued, "I don't really know what's going on. But I don't think anyone in this group has the right to decide for Soren. So since it would be your facility and expenses, the person with the most right to choose is you." He closed his eyes again. "I'm going back to sleep, if that's alright." He turned over, glad that he had a wall to face. He felt like a week hadn't been enough time to let the last conversation they'd had die. Especially since he'd been unconscious for most of that week. It felt like yesterday, and he was still somewhat annoyed.

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"I see a secret." Garrett smirked, his beady black eyes examining Giles as the man stared out the window. He was now dressed in a plain long-sleeved polo shirt tucked into a pair of extra-long khaki's for his extra long legs. "You can't hide from me~"

"Doesn't mean I have to tell you." Giles replied coolly, wearing only his black dress shirt and red tie. "But here's a secret; I hate this place."

Garrett laughed, a deep, rolling laughter as he shook his head. "That's not a secret, kid. You got blackmailed here. 'Course you hate it. See, me? I love this place. So quiet and peaceful, and the buildings are absolutely beautiful. Such a wonderful Victorian style, mixed with modern elegance and buildings that stretch so high into the sky that you can't even see where they end. It's an adventure Giles! You have to enjoy yourself!"

Giles scoffed, "I don't want to follow her wherever she goes. Just because she's not above ground anymore, why does that mean I can't stay there either-"

"The uppers love to see you squirm, kid. You gain so much more from this job than anyone else, y'know. And who would've ever expected your girl to become the head of the opposing faction? You be glad the uppers keep their word- mostly. You keep running from this Giles, and as your father-of-sorts, I can't let my cute little son abandon the only girl who would even look at him. You're a pretty creepy kid, y'know that?"

"First of all," Giles said to the blonde man, smiling in amusement, his mood considerably better now that he'd gotten a week off from work- even if it was just a compensation vacation since the top had breached his conditions, "Miki isn't my girl. We were friends when I was nine and she was like, seven. And we're not even friends anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't remember me. And secondly, they haven't kept their promise at all." He folded his arms and sighed, "How is changing her memory and sending her out in the above ground without knowing anything at all leaving her alone? I just don't want to hear their excuses. And thirdly, you're not my father-of-sorts, so don't even try, old man."

Garrett settled back into his wicker chair, equally amused, and looking like he wanted to say something. He didn't though, and Giles was glad of it. Because he'd remembered what Garrett had said earlier. A secret, huh? Giles turned his eyes and relaxed expression towards the window, watching the different kinds of people passing by and letting his eyes linger on the group of children playing jacks on the front steps of the daycare across the street. The secret was that Miki had brought above grounders with her. He couldn't find any of the people he'd seen that day in Meredy, and they weren't dead. Miki had been too close for them to have been dead. And since she was back in the Underground again, where else could they be? It would be hard for them to grasp the existence of a world entirely different from their own. It was somewhat nostalgic, when he'd found out that there was another world above his. Dang that had been a long time ago, when his peaceful, isolated life was turned upside down. His laptop began to beep and a crystal hook latched onto the switch and pushing the tab aside with the flick of Giles' wrist, a wire extending from the ring on his index finger. The screen automatically stood upright, revealing new mission details.

"You're a lazy bastard, you know that?"

Giles didn't reply as he looked at the screen. "Vacations never last." Giles sighed, looking around his apartment. "They want me to report on the situation in Meredy." He rolled his eyes, but had a pleased look on his face nonetheless, "How could it be anything but rock bottom?"

Garrett leaned over, "And I'm stuck hanging out down here, huh? No mission for me."

"You don't come with strings attached. They have to keep me busy so I don't run away." Giles replied jokingly, sweeping out of the door as he pulled his jacket on.
 
All alone.

The bars of the cage were cold against her skin, the cage cold and cramped, and the darkness so thick and all-pervasive she could barely see her hand in front of her face, but she didn't mind it. It was quiet, it was peaceful, and she didn't have to be near anyone.

"So this is how it's going to be, is it?"

"Shut up." she didn't dignify the white cat outside of the bars with as much as a glance, just like she had decided not to do a while ago already. A long while. What a pesky little thing it was.

"You think you can just hide."

"I'm not listening."

"Sit here in your little cage, all alone, shut the world out. That's your plan, isn't it?"

"Go away."

"That's not what you said a moment ago."

"Just go away."

"You talk like that's an option here, little girl."

"Leave me be!" the girl snarled, finally raising her head from her knees and shooting a vicious glare at the cat, which it returned with an equal one from its vividly scarlet eyes, "I don't want you! I reject you!"

"Yes, you like to do that, don't you." her negafael snarled back, "Reject, throw away, that's all you were ever any good at, isn't it? Your family, your fellow freakshows, your companions, you think you'll get what you want if you just keep rejecting everything else, don't you?!"

"I don't want anything!" she yelled, "Least of all from you!"

"Like you have a choice!" the cat scoffed, "Look at you. Caged, shut in. In your world, there where you could be anything you wish, you choose to be nothing but a miserable little slave. Well you know what?" his glare intensified, "Slaves don't have a choice and slaves don't get a say. You gave up your own power over this realm when you shunned us, and if you want it back, you're going to have to earn it."

"Well I don't!" Pethalamine snarled, "I already told you, I don't want anything to do with any of you! Just go away!"

"Not," the negafael persisted calmly, "Unless you make me. I already told you," a bemused smirk played on his face, "I don't take orders from the domesticated."

"Why you-!"

"Now, now, that's more like it." the negafael smirked, gracefully stepping back, just enough so the girl couldn't reach him through the bars, "It was barely a flicker, but your fighting spirit is still in there. Now come, show me what you can do...pet!"

"I'm not."

"Not what?" the cat teased, "A pet? The pet is the one who is kept in a cage, my dear, and that is certainly not me."

"I'm not-" the girl persisted.

"Prove it to me!"

"I'm not-"

"Not what?!" the negafael thundered, "I am the ruler of this realm, woman! Do you have something to say to me or not?!"

The girl gave a mirthless grin, "I'm not the one in the cage."

And sure enough, the bars were surrounding her negafael now, but contrary to the reaction she had expected, the cat smirked in response.

"You're not." he conceded, "But are you sure you're alright with that?"

It was then that gravity caught up with her, the girl barely having the time to latch onto the cage bars as whatever strange force of will that had kept her standing on the endless void beneath her suddenly gave in.

"Still clinging to it..." the negafael remarked, shaking his head as he approached the struggling figure, lazily raising a paw and extending the claws out of it one by one, "We can't have that, can we?"

The girl's eyes widened at the sight, "No..." she pleaded, "Don't-"

"This is the only favor you will ever get from me."

The girl tried to scream but found no voice as a searing pain shot through her hand, causing her grip to falter and sending her tumbling down into the lightless abbyss below.

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Consciousness came onto Pethalamine far more abruptly than she would have wanted, the scholar still trembling quietly where she lay, feeling no real inclination to get up. She was still shaken from the dream, or vision, or...whatever it had been, and her throat still felt a tad sore from the screaming - though whether she had done such while unconscious or during the argument still far too fresh in memory she couldn't tell - but what really bothered her was her conscience.

She had said a lot of stupid things that night. No, not just said, shouted them out for all to hear, and the all too vivid memory of her own behavior made her cringe. Natalija...she...she didn't feel that bad about Natalija, it wasn't like that ill-tempered little witch was bothered anyway, but the others. Alderian...still seemed to be out of it, at least as much as a discreet peek in the priest's direction could reveal, he had risked his own life to protect her and had done nothing to earn such harsh treatment. But even more than that, her conscience ached for Dimitri, enough so that she didn't dare look at him. That look he had given her...Pethalamine had thought she knew all the looks the world had to offer, but never before had she seen one so sincerely and thoroughly hurt. Her words hadn't just hit a sore spot, they had gouged into it and ripped it wide open. And for what reason?

Dimitri...if anyone in the world hadn't wished her or anybody else ill it was Dimitri. Pethalamine was usually not one to care this vividly for other people's feelings, but in this case there was no escaping it. The guilt was there and refused to go away, more obnoxious and awkward than any tattoo the world had to offer could ever be.

"I...agree." she mumbled as the skyboarder spoke his piece, still refusing to meet anyone's gaze, "We...haven't been very good comrades to him."

She would make it up to him. She had no idea how she was supposed to do it, but somehow she would make everything she had said on that stupid night up to him.
 
After the display that afternoon, Miki was hardly surprised with the reactions she was getting from the group. "Ah, alright. Maybe I was a little naive..." Her voice was laced with disappointment as she threw her legs over the side of her bed, brushing down the white nightgown that had been placed on her as she rose. Her right hand wandered over to the nightstand aside the bed, and pushed down on a button upon a small green sphere. Several seconds afterwards, her gown began to glow, eventually reshaping itself into the outfit she was familiar with. A closet sphere - an invention that came about after the creation of the above lands, otherwise known as Lumera. The closet sphere was capable of changing cloth and similar materials into energy form and absorbing it, available to be recalled whenever needed. They were as common as bags nowadays, and came in an assortment of shapes, sizes, and colours. "Kayleigh, I'm going to take a trip to Thedora Mines to gather some ore for his operation."

"Ah, but Miki! You must have realized the attack on Meredy was their attempt to have you assassinated, right? Thedora may only be on the edge of the city, but it's still occupied by Exeri! Not to mention, Exeri's officials are there inspecting right now!" Kay protested, running over to the white haired girl and blocking the way out from between her bed and what she assumed was Sid's, although he was absent. He'd probably taken off to check on his fiance or something.

Miki didn't respond to Kayleigh's reasoning right away, but rather took a moment to think about her response. "I know I'm taking a gamble, but I think there's a chance I may be able to barter with one of the agents there." If she remembered correctly... that was Giles, right? If anyone could help her, it would be him, even if they were on opposing sides. "Besides, it's my fault all of this happened, so I need to at least own up to it and help save that man." A man Soren was not, but Miki was still younger than him, so boy really wasn't appropriate. "You should go back to your salon for now and await orders. I'll have one of the others here make sure these guys don't do anything stupid in my absence. If their existence down here becomes known, there's no doubt we'll have bother Exeri and the Knights after their lives." The 'Knights' were an organization backed directly by the government of the world. They relied heavily on guns, and there was no way the group of Lumerians would stand a chance. "If under any circumstance they need to leave, I'll have someone assigned to accompany them. After all, they can't use their mahstion down here, and they can't act suspicious, GOT IT?" The last part was directed mostly at the group who were 'sleeping'.

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"Why did you lose?"
"Why are you asleep?"
"Why do you hurt?"
"Why can't you cry?"
"Why are you weak?"
"Why aren't you strong?"
"Why not just give up?"
"Why not let yourself die?"
"Why don't you remember?"
"Why don't you care?"
"Why do you try?"
"When will you realize?"
"When will you admit defeat?"
"When will you stop?"
"When will you grow up?"
"When will you get stronger?"
"What is your purpose?"
"What makes you cry?"
"What will you do now?"
"What have you done?"
"What didn't you do?"
"Who did you love?"
"Who did you kill?"
"Who left you for dead?"
"Who's fault is that?"
"Who showed you hate?"
"Who showed you happiness?"
"Has anyone ever shown you happiness?"
"Can we answer for you?"
"No, no they haven't."

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The small girl awoke with a start, the lenses that composed her eyes shifting in order to adjust to the light. She brought her right arm up to her forehead, and wiped away beads of simulated sweat with the sleeve of her unraveled straight jacket. Those stupid designer had made her too human when they created her. It had been several months since she, SYN07632, codename 'RAY' had been assigned to kill and take the role of Ailia Davies in a mission to draw out the Ophelian Core and the leader of the UWPC, Miki. They had also taken a chance to play around with her personality, even giving her a weird accent to see if it was possible. Thank god they had fixed that. Ever since that day, she had been having the same nightmare. The voices... they were so unfamiliar, and why did they ask so many questions? She wasn't really human, and she had never had dreams before, so what was it? Was she seeing the dreams of another? Or was it something more?

Where was she now? Thedora Mine, was it? That place where they excavated Synthius Ore, which was the key ingredient in the creation of Synthetic Humans like herself. Great, just where she wanted to be. She appeared to be in a bedroom, probably one shared with Giles, her maintainer, as the screen of a laptop on a nearby metal desk flashed in indication of a message. She wearily got to her feet in order to see what needed to be said, before relaying the message aloud to nobody in particular. "Giles. There's an important guest to see you at the entrance of the mine. Make sure you bring her back with you? Huh?"

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"Back off!" Miki shouted from the ground before getting another blow to the head from a nightstick of one of the mine's guards. "I'm here on business, not to disrupt anything!"

"Like we care!" The first guard yelled, taking another swing at the girl. "You were stupid enough to come here without a weapon, or even a guard, and we've lost plenty of comrades to your group, so this is what you deserve!"
 
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Can't sleep?

Dimitri could hear a very gentle, ladylike voice piercing his thoughts. It was clear as day, and rang like a bell in the middle of a dead silence. He said and thought nothing in response, but subconsciously, he must've given her an answer, because she chuckled, the sound of beads shuffling across each other disturbing the purity of her voice. His eyes were closed, but refused to cave in to sleep. Instead, on the inside of his eyelids, a woman he recognized as his plufael was sitting underneath a plum tree in full blossom, lonely and radiant in the middle of a barren land he noticed was the very same as the place where he'd been trapped earlier. Smooth cobblestone stretched out underneath her, keeping her elegant kimono and long snow white hair from touching the dry soil. She was ethereal, prim and proper. Before, Dimitri had only seen the slightest blur of her, heard only the garbled sounds of her voice filtering through a thick screen. Dimitri shifted uncomfortably. He generally didn't like voices in his head, and she was no different. You're safe from Une for the time being, if you're worried. She spoke lightly, her voice reverberating off invisible walls, You have no mahstion for either of us to use. Only the barest amount that allows us to exist remains. Give it a week or so, sweetie, me and Une will restore your catalyst.

She disappeared, and with nothing left to see, Dimitri opened his eyes. He heard Miki leave, and contemplated his options for just a moment before sitting up, scratching the back of his head and bending his neck left and right. "I'm not tired." He declared with a sigh, dropping his hand back into his lap and wondering what Soren would want. It was a major decision like this that really let Dimitri know how loosely tied together they'd all been. Soren would certainly want to live. And if not, that was easily rectified. But still, making the call for someone didn't sit right with Dimitri. What if the price Soren had to pay for his life- as there definitely was one, if they hadn't just gone ahead and done it – was more tolling than losing his life altogether? If only he'd inquired for more details, even if it was out of his place.

A surprised yelp snagged Dimitri's attention as he noticed that Natalija's bed was empty, only a skewed pillow left in place.

He quickly pulled his blankets up over his face as he resisted a laugh, only stifling it after letting out a snicker. Natalija had quickly gotten to her feet, wide awake after seemingly tumbling off her bed. She was beet red, tangled in her sheets and tugging them away from her legs. She looked around at the bed she'd fallen from and instantly justified herself, "Who sleeps on such small beds?!" She blew her long black hair from her face before quickly abandoning the blankets and fixing her hair with her fingers, flushed with embarrassment. Natalija was not the most graceful sleeper, but nobody in this room knew that. She'd only told Soren, and he was…?

Quickly dodging the subject, Natalija brushed herself off, asking- or more like demanding, "Where's Soren?"

Dimitri's gaze settled on the wall beside him as he shrugged. Natalija wasn't worried about his well being- Soren's that was. Dimitri would've had a more remorseful expression if he was dead, and since he didn't, Soren was obviously still alive, but probably not in the best fix. What she did care about was the fact that he'd give her an unsatisfactory answer, and after a humbling experience like falling off the side of a bed, she wasn't about to let these unfriendly people avoid her questions. She skipped Pethalamine immediately and fixated her gaze on Alderian, "Well??"

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The nightstick hovered in the air, the force of the guard's strength and the crystal hooks tightly wrapped around the hand and handle of the man fighting for control. He had a pleasant, sickly poisonous smile on his face, but this hardly phased the two men, who had long gotten used to the calculating look on the dark agent's face. They didn't think the man could show any other expression, simply because he didn't, no matter what the situation had been when he'd passed through the doors of the mine. "You are right that you shouldn't care about what she's here for." He spoke, his eyes narrowed into a critical gaze, "But you are wrong in the sense that you assume you have the authority to decide her punishments for opposing us." Giles tugged his fist closer to himself, and the guard was pulled towards Giles, away from Miki.

"That woman is under my jurisdiction." Giles' face held no recognition for the person in front of him. "Get up." He commanded her curtly, but in a very business like tone. He didn't wait for her to get up on her own, instead grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. "If anyone else comes, detain them." Giles instructed the guards, "I'll take care of them as well."

He slammed the door shut behind him and wrenched his arm away from Miki immediately, not looking at her nor speaking. The door was probably heavy enough to keep the guards from hearing them, but better safe than sorry. After walking a ways through empty halls, he motioned her to step into a bare office, a meeting room that was rarely used since mines weren't the most desirable place for an organization of Exeri's caliber to hold meetings at. He shut the door behind him, locking it so that nobody would walk in unexpectedly.

"Do you enjoy putting my position in jeopardy?" He sighed throwing a glare at her over his shoulder as he leaned against the door, crossing his arms, "You realize that I can't just meet you whenever you feel like-…" He faltered and turned one of his rings over in his right hand, thinking about how he'd either justify letting her go or shutting up the guards up front. "Well whatever," He muttered, before raising his voice to a clearer volume, "I'm guessing you came here knowing I'd be here, as much as I wish I weren't." He thought irritably of the robot-girl he was stuck sharing a room with, and wondered why they hadn't just sent her back to his flat. Probably something to do with Synthius. "So. What do you want?" Giles asked in exasperation, trying his best not to crumple from the fact that she had had absolutely no regard for the fact that she was totally surrounded by enemies, even himself, who had yet to properly decide whether he would treat her as an enemy. Giles supposed that this meeting would make him choose his side once and for all.

The thought was enough to cause a good headache.
 
"I'm sorry!" Miki couldn't help but execute apologizing as her first action. "I'm sorry for being a burden to you, just like when we were kids, but I need a favor!" She was aware of it. Aware she was asking her enemy for help, aware she was surrounded from all sides, aware that there was a chance Giles would do her in himself, but this was a chance she needed to take. "A companion of mine is ill thanks to my doing, and I need some Synthius to help tend to him. I can give you money, you know I inherited my family's fortune, and I'll even pay large sums for scraps if that's what it takes!" She got on her knees to beg, one of the biggest sins for one of her economic status. Of course, her riches were to be expected, seeing as she ran a government party, albeit a smaller one. "It doesn't have to be a lot, so you won't get caught! Please!" She knew how he'd react. He wouldn't like this one bit. He'd probably think less of her because of it. She was being selfish, trying to make up for sinning, but there was no way to undo what she had done.

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One week had passed, and things in the upper lands had not improved in the least. Reid had fallen unconscious after the ordeal, and Adela had gone missing, leaving their children to the friends they left behind as well. Rosalynne Davies stared blankly out at the land below from the edge of the airship she had been asked to board. The had to leave Meredy, apparently, to go to the city which housed the hospital where her father had been taken down in Flazure. She hadn't spoken a word in a week. Not to her brother, not to anybody. When she was alone, she cried, and when she was with others, she acted as if she had no emotions at all.

"I don't understand how it came to this..." Ellianne murmured to herself from a bench on the opposing side of the ship, audible enough for Lyrum to hear. "Reid's unconscious, Adela's missing, all of those kids who were with Reid - Faewyn and Aertan's daughter included - went missing... It must be hard on the kids."

"That's why we're helping taking care of them right now, right? I'm sure it'll work out!" Lyrum, ever the optimist, added, receiving a dull sigh from Auricia, still in child form, depressed that even she couldn't get Rosalynne to say anything.

"But they've really left us in a big pickle this time..." Auricia managed to murmur, before going quiet again.
 
"Synthius…" Giles repeated, his brain thinking fast and calculating all the different factors he needed to consider. He sighed, stopping his train of thought halfway. "You're distracting me." Giles sat down cross legged in front of Miki, "Begging isn't going to help, and I don't need your money- or more like, I don't want it." He drummed his fingers on his cheekbone, looking at the stains on the wall of the meeting room and contemplating. After a short silence, he rubbed his eyes and spoke, "Alright, fine. I'll get you some Synthius, but I can't get you much raw Synthius. I can order extra parts for RAY, but I just got finished repairing her this morning with the parts I ordered last week…." Giles shook his head at the idea, rejecting it, "I'll figure it out. In the meantime, you should leave. If they find out I met you- um, with your memory in one piece…" Giles shook his head again. "I have a method of getting Synthius, but I doubt RAY would change shape for us, let alone steal Synthius. She hates this place as it is, and she's not even awake yet…"

Giles stood up, "I need something to appease the uppers for letting you go and stealing Synthius. They watch me, since they know I used to be friends with you. It's unreasonable, but the only solution I can think of is… locking you up for the Synthius. Which-" Giles immediately interrupted himself, "Is not an option."
 
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