Fantasy &nbsp; The Divine Conquerors - Northern Expedition

Kaihaku

"And there it is..."

The words came from one of the summoned still on the ground, a woman with pink hair who had a large sealed container of pink liquid sat beside her. Having refrained from moving even after waking up, this particular woman had simply soaked in the vibes of the new setting she found herself in. Having been grabbed from a rather precarious scenario, it took her a few moments to adjust to the notably less tense scenario. As soon as the first girl had posed her question, the woman had brought a small pipe to her lips and took a deep drag.

She was questioning someone, and from context alone the woman figured it was someone with a fair amount of knowledge on their scenario. Then a man arose and spoke as well, his words directed in the same direction that the first girl had. He had much more underlying threat in his tone, giving the woman the idea that he meant to brawl fairly soon.

In response, she reached up, hand grasping for a moment before grasping the side of the large container nd pulling herself upright. For the first time since awaking, Jane got a glimpse of the others around her. Some were similar, while some were just bizarre, and sitting on a couch watching them was a guy with metal arms. Jane took a cursory glance around and found that they were all in the midst of what looked like a deserted village from olden times. It was built as if it was straight from a fantasy novel, save for the absence of any life besides them of course.

Just from looking around, Jane knew that they didn't belong here. Forget how odd some of them looked in this setting, but couch guy himself had full on cybernetics. Furthermore, he seemed to be the target of the other's words so far. The first girl was some pale chick in red who's question gave Jane the impression that she was less curious about the where and the how and more on the why. Then there was the guy talkin' about demons in a pin-stripe suit, the fact that he was literally pointing a cross at Mr. Metal Arms made Jane have to raise her other hand to her mouth in order to hold back the snort of amusement.

She failed, quite miserably in fact.

"Bro, mind puttin' a hold on the Crusade until he's answered Lil' Miss Cricket's question?" she asked before twirling her pipe "Cuz' I ain't the type to care about no demons or mystical shit like that; But if he's the one that nabbed me, that means somebody needs the Juice."

Jane pulled herself up before leaning back sitting atop her container of pink fluids, which she tapped with her free hand before taking another deep drag on her pipe. She held it for several seconds before exhaling a large cloud of pink mist into the air, "And Juicin Jane ain't bound to hold back when someone needs her sweet sweet Juice all up in their body, my dude."

"I take it she doesn't hold back when besmirching her entire color scheme, as well?"

Blinking, Jane looked to the side to find a man with a rabbit's head casually using a fancy walking cane to play golf several feet away. Where did he come from, had he been on the ground, when did he get up? All were questions that led to Jane looking to her pipe suspiciously as the Rabbit man glanced back and smirked.

"I'm just saying, blue would've united the entire piece and provided an emphasis for the highlights far better than that overly thick shade of green you're sporting." he said before turning back to the golf ball set before him "As for the dandy fellow's deliciously ill-worded threat..."

He reared back before swinging his cane and sending the golf ball flying into a nearby building's window. He waited a second before pumping his fist in victory. He then proceeded to snap his fingers, at which point a hole seemed to appear in the air above which deposited yet another golf ball into his palm.

"Why would you risk ruining two wonderful sets of attire like that?" he asked before shaking his head and setting the new golf ball down "With how well assembled your ensemble is I'd have hoped you'd take better care of it."

Lazaro1505 · Dec 19, 2020

“Eines Tages wird alles vorbei sein.
Der Krieg, um alle Kriege zu beenden, wird gewonnen
von der einen oder anderen Seite.
Die Waffen werden rosten. Gras wird wachsen
und von alledem werden sie nichts mehr übrig haben.
Das Land wird sich selbst heilen, wie es am Ende alles tut.
Bis dahin sind wir schon lange weg
aber vielleicht nicht vergessen.
Die Geschichte erinnert sich nur an einen von tausend von uns
dann wird die Zukunft mit Geschichten darüber gefüllt sein, wer wir waren und was wir getan haben.
Wie wir gelebt haben, wie wir gekämpft haben, wie wir gestorben sind.
Wenn alles vorbei ist und der Krieg gewonnen ist
Sie werden sich an uns erinnern.
Aber bis dieser Tag kommt, werden wir stehen, wir werden dem Tod in die Augen schauen
und wir werden kämpfen.”

One day all this will be over.
The war to end all wars will be won
by one side or the other.
The guns will rust. Grass will grow
and they'll be nothing left of any of this.
The land will heal itself, as everything does in the end.
We'll be long gone by then
but maybe not forgotten.
History only remembers one in a thousand of us
then the future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did.
How we lived, how we fought, how we died.
When this is all over and the war is won
they will remember us.
But until that day comes, we will stand, we will look death in the eye
and we will fight.

Darkness..... a feeling all but familiar to him... it was the same feeling that all humans have gone through unconsciously due to it being one of the most important things that is required for a human to continue functioning at top efficiency. And that is during the effects of sleep, where the only thing that fills the void of darkness, are the images that the brain creates, either taking the form of wonderful and spectacular dreams, or enduring a stressful and fear inducing nightmare of their worst lives. But right now... he was going through something far worse than the either of them... and that was nothing, the emptiness of the void being the only thing that could fill his eyes... and every attempt to open his eyes resulted in the same result of looking back against the inky darkness. It was.... scarier than even a nightmare to him... because it would have at least go through something in his sleep, but here... it was nothing. No clouds, no images, no frightening creatures, just the void.

The void held nothing, nothing but the floating body of a man still alive in the body.... but completely broken within the mind, nothing left to live for... the horrors of war turning him a individual who no longer has any form of self-preservation left. Considering the sins that he had done, he deserved it.... all those innocent and young lives he took with a single pull of the trigger, and watching their flailing bodies slowly dwindle to a stop by his flames.... it was only the most recent events that had truly broken him. His death... he didn’t know what truly happen, for his men, when exiting the building, spoke of a artillery strike... and raising his own head into the air only for darkness to envelop his vision.

Was this purgatory? Was this the place he would lay floating within... before being casted off into the pits of hell for the sins he had done, and suffer for an eternity. He didn’t know.... but even then, if this was enough to make him scared, he had doubts if torture could ever make him feel human again..... until.....

Abelgard Müller... the man without hope:

Waking up with a gasp, the man stood lying down on the floor, his breathing accelerated as he his eyes were staring into the skies above... snow gently floating down to the glass visor of his gas mask... the faint noises of a conversation occurring next to him, but the loudest... being his own breaths. Was this the 9th level of hell.... but if it was... he would have been underneath a sheet of ice.. instead of out being in the open, with the faint sight of hat was once a society around him, a series of building rooftops he could see from the ground in his field of view. He... wanted to believe that this was just another dream of his, or even nightmare.... but... it felt all so real to him, even some feeling of coldness that he hadn’t felt within the void, helping him try and decide what to do next. Abelgard just wanted to lay down.... close his eyes once again, and let the snow envelop his form, but his curiosity... has gotten the best of him, as he turned around on the snow, so that he was facing the snow instead, and used both his arms to push his body up, slowly getting of the ground and onto his two feet.

But it had felt like he hadn’t walked in ages, as his first step almost ended with him tumbling down onto the ground again, slowly regaining his balance, as he began to take in the sight around him. Looking at the buildings first.... it was the all too familiar sight of an abandoned village, not even signs of someone still leaving here other than the voices behind him.

“Wo....bin...ich?” the man had said to himself in his native tongue... now growing paranoid of the area around him... it was too quiet.... like death had already arrived to reap the town of its inhabitants... and leaving nothing behind. Abelgard then turned around slowly, to face those who were speaking, in the same language that those of the ‘Americans’ and ‘British’ would speak to each other in.... English if he recalled correctly... only to stare in shock at the individuals he saw. It was similar to that of culture shock.... for the people he saw had the strangest of outfits... as well as equipment that he could either consider old, or far more advance than his own time’s technology... such as the man with metallic arms.

It was a frightening sight, especially he couldn't understand a single word said amongst them... but the eyes under his visor did not show that same internal shock he had, only a pair of eyes of one that could consider him ‘dead’... his eyes showing no emotion at all, instead, staring blankly at those near him. His flamethrower hanged off the right side of his body, slightly behind his form, attached to a large circular container like object on his back...one that held all the fuel for his flammenwerfer.... the gas still in a liquid state even within all this snow. “Bin... ich lebe noch, oder ist das alles andere als eine Illusion, mit der mich mein Verstand betrügt..?” the man said loudly to himself... not caring he was expressing his concern out for all the world to hear. Since it was highly unlikely they could understand him in the first place.... but he stood there, watching silently.... waiting...

Kaihaku

Pseudo-nim · Dec 20, 2020

Aki Himeragi
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The Lavender Fields in Anyo were always a sight to behold. For as far the eyes could see, the soft purple that painted the land were a symbol of peace and tranquility within the Himeragi territory. A soft breeze blew from the east, gently moving the flowers. The low sun shining a warm orange glow over the landscape. Aki always did want to see the fields once, alongside her master. Shion mentioned that it was tradition for a master and their disciple to journey to Anyo to cement the inseparable bond they shared, and for almost a century, Aki thought that one day. Ever since her ascension to becoming a Deva, Aki had wanted to complete the tradition within the Himeragi and walk alongside her master to these fields.

But not like this.

Shion stood across the half oni, her icy blue robes blowing with the wind, contrasting her bright red skin. On her hip was a sword. Rather, it would be better to say that the weapon she held was a second entity that Shion truly resonated with. Onimaru, the Demon Sword of False Reality. Famed for its cursed ability to swallow the perception of the victims it faced, it only made sense that Shion would naturally favor it over the Satori. Her techniques were more than just illusions as many in the Himeragi would say. It was far more than that. Their very reality was changed around them, with Shion its master and executioner. The way the crimson Oni flowed through the battlefield was nothing short of catastrophic. Brothers fought brothers, friends fell to each other's blades, and Shion's edge never left so much as a scratch before bodies fell dead from the sheer despair and shock from the mind destroying visions she assailed her opponents with. Her master was well known in the Himeragi as its bloodiest Steel Deva in all of its history. The Blood Rose, many called her, for fields of carnage she left to craft the single rose that was implanted on the left side of her robe, just over her heart.

To Aki, Shion was more than just a teacher. She was her friend, a second mother, and an older sister. In many ways, she wished for any other opponent to meet in these fields, to even face the ancestor of the Devas herself. But Shion? How could she fight the woman that nurtured and taught her everything she knew? The only person that saw potential in the weakest of her class and transform her into the person she was now. When Aki's eyes met her master's, she saw a warm sadness beneath those sapphire eyes, but the cold steel of resolve when she drew Onimaru, lavender petals scattering around her.

The newest Deva of Steel exhaled, her eyes closing as the wind caressed her face. Her master was fiercely loyal to the clan, but in the brief moments of eye contact, even she didn't wish for this situation to happen, yet resolved herself to cut down her own student by order of the clan. Shion would not hold back in this battle, and neither will she, for her survival from the clan's betrayal of their own Deva must be met with justice.

Aki's slender fingers gripped the hilt of Satori, sensing the worried emotions the sword sent her way. Even it was hesitant in cutting down its former master. Aki gave a small smile as her own weapon moved with supernatural fluidity through the air, the lavender petals around them rising to be caught by the shifting winds.

No words needed to be said as the two Devas stared each other down. They would simply fall in deaf ears. Both had resolved to kill the other, or die trying. The warrior's code, its oath, and its maxim. In the end, both followed it completely, holding nothing back regardless of their past connections. When both of them moved, a scar in the landscape was left in remembrance of their conflict, the first time two Devas, student and master, fought to the death.

The last thing Aki felt was her body falling backwards into darkness. Even as her consciousness faded away, she still remembered her last moments. Her bloodied hand caressing her master's cheek as she gently gripped her wrist, a tear falling from those strong and stoic eyes. Then nothing.

Yet it was a strange feeling. The cold ground, the soft peck of snowfall melting as it touched her cheeks stirred her from her slumber. Aki muttered a few soft curses as her eyes adjusted to the blooming orange light the bonfire provided. Was this the afterlife? A desolate town of stone and several strangely dressed individuals gathered around a campfire? She expected... more to be completely honest.

She slowly stood up, taking in her surroundings with an air of caution before she focused on the man sitting on the couch, where many of the others directed their attention to. A ping of surprise and alarm shook her attention briefly when Satori asked for assistance from being under the snow. Strange. Satori was in the afterlife? No, it was an immortal blade, so how could it join her in the passing of life? So many questions, yet any answers seem to fall away to impossibility if she was still alive.

The snow cracked softly underneath her as she approached right behind the rest of the summoned, keeping a healthy distance from them, yet her eyes were on the man swigging alcohol. "Why are we here? I... should not be alive," she softly said, as if testing to see if her voice still worked after Shion used her illusions to tear her throat out.

Juju · Dec 20, 2020

Lady Ichika & Hina

Interaction:

Snackofthefuture (Silver Jon) | Mention: new summoned

The two of them were in the Ruby Gardens, taking a walk among the fresh snow and hot-spring fed pools. As attendants and guests alike passed by they bowed respectfully to the Lady Ichika, offering the usual pleasantries or compliments. Sometimes, Hina would even get a few, which lead to clumsy responses from the flustered assistant. She had become Ichika's assistant no more than a few months ago, but she had never really gotten used to the attention it garnered.

Ichika lead the way, leisurely picking a twisting path among the trees and brilliant flora. Then, quite suddenly, she stopped. Deeper within the garden, her true form's branches shivered in excitement, shedding a softly falling rain of crimson petals and flowers. They fell into the snows and glided upon the warm waters, bringing a sense of peace and wonder to the garden's guests. A few reached out to pluck the blooms from the air, offering them to a lover or a child. It was a symbol of good luck, for whenever the great ruby tree shed its flowers like this, a bountiful harvest would often follow.

Hina looked up at the tree, then back to Ichika. The lady's face was reddened, like the slightest tinge of sun on a ripened peach. Her eyes were far-off, as if looking somewhere else. They were, though instead of eyes she saw from the senses of the trees intertwined with her own roots. Those battered and frozen pines that surrounding the summoning village like soldiers. They watched for her, and shivered in the breeze as if to mimic her own excitement.

At long last. The summoner of them all had touched Czarnikei, and with him he had brought more children. So much otherworldly power, the very same that had birthed her all those years ago. There he was, lounging in the bones of a village like a snowlion, uncaring for the summoned he had brought. After such a long winter, finally she could see the glimpses of spring. Their blood was exactly what she needed to sow the right seed. She must draw them towards Solomon, to meet them, to feel their power warm her roots. There was so much she wanted to ask. So much she could now do. It was time.

"Lady Ichika, are you well? I-I can fetch some remedies?"

Hina's sweet face brought Ichika back to where her current proxy was. "Oh my, how careless of me! Do not worry, sweet child, I am better than ever." she placed a hand onto the girl's own, smiling warmly, "Please be a dear and prepare every single guest room within my halls. We will soon have more guests."

The girl's eyes widened, not from shock but fear, "More...summoned?"

Ichika's smile was answer enough, along with a strange glint in her eyes. She had been different since the summoned had arrived, more lively. Hina could not remember the last time she had seen the lady so excited over something. Personally, Hina could not relate. These people were dangerous, and one could summon demons. One of which had killed so many of their soldiers just to subdue it. The creature's master, Orobo, claimed he could control it, but for how long? Demons were unpredictable and hungry monsters. There was no way they could safely be kept within a fortress filled with people.

"Please have them ready by the time I get back, little blossom." Ichika said, walking off down the mossy pathway, rounding a corner of snowy shrubbery.

"Wait, would you like me to-" Hina chased after the lady, yet when she rounded the corner, she was gone. There was nothing but petals and snow. The Lady really could move fast when she wanted to. "-alert Silver..Jon...ah, um, nevermind I guess. She is probably going to tell him herself."

...

A gust of wind carried the red petals towards the main keep. They danced on the breeze before finally settling upon the vacant stones of the keep's courtyard. Ichika reformed from the petals and made her way into the keep, seeking out Silver Jon. She could have asked a servant, but she knew exactly where the Father of Solomon was.

Snackofthefuture · Dec 22, 2020

SIN

SIN watched as the summoned began to awake from their individual slumbers, each bearing some memory of their old world. This was indeed a new world to them, and SIn enjoyed seeing their reactions to his next statement. “Welcome! Welcome, all of you! I am SIN, and I have saved you! Your old worlds are dead and gone, but you are not! I have brought you here from the brink of absolute oblivion, each of you with the skill and ability to change universes, to conquer this world! You may squabble and fight among each other if you wish, but in the end one of you must conquer all.” SIN had gotten up off his couch at this point and was walking towards the group of summoned, passing in between each of them as he spoke. “This world has seen your kind before, outworlders, summoned here in the same fashion. Conquering this world, many have tried and many have failed. In most cases due to infighting to be honest, but there are still some from the first summoning who are on the path. Yes! You are not the first! And you most certainly wont be the last!”

The mechanical god continued to walk in between the summoned, gathering their attention until finally he walked away from the group back towards the bonfire. Before reaching the fire, the god turned around and bowed. “I thank you in advance for your cordiality and cooperation in this. It really can be quite the struggle getting you guys out of there. Each of you is from a doomed world, and in return you can doom a world yourself! Or help it! Isn't that exciting?!” SIN was silhouetted by the roaring bonfire and as he looked at the summoned, he could almost be said to look like a burning black flame himself, the flame behind, him highlighting a black aura that swirled and moved with a life that could not be described in human words. He was beyond angel or demon, beyond god or antichrist. HE was SIN.

The mechanical being then continued. “Ahhh, Isabella, summoner of a world torn apart by outsiders, I do hope you’ll love this game. Maybe you can let off some steam in this world, cause a little chaos, I mean if those punks could invade your world, why can't you invade somebody else’s? Yes, it could be called a game almost, If that's what you want to call it haha!” He then turned to the vampire demon slayer, Rian, who had addressed him so ruthlessly. “My good boi, this is Valucia! Land of the Summoned!” He then lost his natural smirk and looked at the demon slayer in the eyes, a slight frown appearing. “Did you just threaten me?” SIN stared at Rian for several seconds, the frown not moving, the mechanical eyes whirring and stirring rapidly. Suddenly he smiled, his eyes blinking as best they could rapidly. He then turned to Juicin Jane, smiling still and said, “Ahhh Jane, glad to see you’re awake. How are you enjoying the snow?”

Kaihaku · Dec 22, 2020

Isabella Nguyen
Location: ???, Czarsnikei. Mentions:

Snackofthefuture (SIN)

Pseudo-nim (Aki)

Far from being surprised that Hoboken was gone, Isabella was surprised that the old shithole had managed to last as long as it had. There wasn't anything left to mourn really. Her family were long dead, the only living friends she had were demons, and all the good booze had been drunk in the first few months. The thought of conquering another world had never occurred to her, she'd been too busy to waste time on daydreaming, but it was a pretty sweet deal all things considered. She knew that there'd be a catch - there always was with these types - but the alternative was death or New Jersey. Yeah. This was a pretty sweet deal.

"Shit. I was hoping you were some take on Dionysus and this was going to be a party." Isabella responds sardonically, her lips curling in a smirk as she rests a hand on her hip. It was a lie, of course, but not one meant to be taken seriously. She had never thought SIN was a Liber or Fufluns. No. From that first chuckle SIN had reminded her of that woman, Louisa, and the comparison seemed more spot on with every word he spoke. "Should have known, Soma would have started by sharing the booze."

She glanced at the others appraisingly, thinking about the comment on 'infighting', and then gestures - with a palm down wave - for the swordwoman to come over to her. It was clear to her that SIN wasn't going to referee, he would just bring in new summoned. Better to make friends now...starting with the least crazy looking person who spoke a language she knew.

"Don't get me wrong, this is a sweet deal." Isabella says, glancing back at SIN as she waits to see if the swordswoman walks over, "You going to tell us the catch or... Let us figure that out for ourselves?"

GrieveWriter · Dec 22, 2020

Juicin' Jane & Mr. Bombadere

Interaction/Mention:

Lazaro1505

The more Jane looked at those around her, the more she found her expression falling. If it wasn't rabbit over there trash talking her attire, it was the soldier in literally ancient gear speaking a dead language that varied even more differently than most of the others. No, scratch that, Jane was now positive that most of them had been snatched from completely different scenarios, cultures, hell even dimension possibly. Her eyes only narrowed further as the dude who nabbed them finally greeted them with nothing less than a straight-faced request to take over the world.

A request that out of left-field required nothing less than a thirty second drag n hold from her pipe, resulting in small wisps of pink fumes leaking from the sides of her mouth. She eventually released a thin trail of vapors into the air before shaking her head at SIN's proclamation. While she wasn't exactly sure how to gauge the truthfulness of his little comment about all their old home worlds just being gone, she figured worrying about sentimental crap like that wouldn't even be worth it. More importantly was his very straightforward explanation that this world just happened to regularly get large groups of people drawn in from across the multiverse who're given the soul purpose of conquering it in one or another.

Jane honest to god wanted to know just what this planet had done to get such a shitty fate bestowed upon it. If what he said was true, then she was surprised they hadn't wound up in a war-torn wasteland where eldritch abominations blot out the sky and armies of enslaved locals are pitted against each other to massacre themselves ad infinitum. If literally ever individual summoned had the ability to conquer the world, then Jane could only see the planet being destroyed through such immense abilities constantly being pitted against one another.

Then again, she had been drawn in as well, so perhaps not all of them were the world-ending titans she pictured initially. In fact, most of the folks who had been brought alongside her didn't seem like they'd be chucking mountains atg each other like they were snowballs any time soon. In a weird way she was flattered by the insinuation that she could be counted among those with the power to conquer a world, even though the red chick was totally right that this SIN dude no doubt had some ulterior motive, it wasn't as if Jane was about to pass up an opportunity to fellate her own thick, throbbing ego. Besides, its not as if she hadn't technically done this before, taking over an entire planet was pretty easy with the right Juice, she'd just never focused on such a thing before.

Sitting atop her massive container of flowing pink goodness, she scratched the side of her head with her pipe as SIN questioned her on she was handling the snow.

"I'd tell you I was freezing my tits off if they hadn't gone numb years ago." she shrugged before poking at her own chest a few times before shrugging and pulling her coat closed "But Icicle jugs aside, I'm more wondering why the hell Lil' Miss Cricket's even bothering."

It was at that point she leaned back on her container and gestured towards Isabella, "Like, I'd prolly be all confused and questionin' the motives of the ominous metal-armed dude if I hadn't devoured hundreds of novels in my time and learned that figuring out the mysterious master plan in act one is pretty much destined to fail, or be a lie, or be muddled up in all kinds of word-twistin' bullshit that you end up blue-balled and cock-teased when it ends in sequel-bait."

She waved a hand around in the air beside, "Like even if Ol' Ironarm over there answers, he's probably got thirteen layers of hidden agendas that were actually decoys for the true motive that was what we thought in the beginning only for it to be entirely opposite from what was expected blah blah blah. Lucky for me, I never gave much of a shit about conquerin', its all about the tastin'."

She reached down and tenderly rubbed her fingers along the container with motherly care, "I'm a taste-maker boys and girls, and my juices can turn a person's mouth into their newest erogenous zone in seconds. If ya'll wanna start beatin' the ever lovin' fuck out of each other over this place, I ain't about that life. Just know that I can whip up the juices ya might need to see it through, cuz Juicin' Jane don't just make your mouth tingle and yo tongue lock up in ecstasy. After all, what's better than flavor with all the benefits a good taste should have?"

"Good taste?"

And yet again, Rabbitman just had to start talking. Throughout all of this he'd been casually sending golf ball after golf ball crashing into the already broken windows and supports of the abandoned village around them. Some wound up embedded into walls through sheer force while other's had reduced parts of the already empty buildings to ruins. He sent one more flying before casually slipping his cane into the crook of his arm while turning towards Jane.

"Yes Yes, Mr. Bombadere here and I do so hate to interrupt introductions and all." he used his free hand to casually pull off his hat and take a bow with it, "But I can't get behind you besmirching the concept of Good Taste by pronouncing your association with it."

"I might not be good at tons o things, Rabbitman," Jane shrugged "but a lick of my juices would lay your furry ass on the ground in a second, no playin'."

Folding his arms, Mr. Bombadere shook his head, "Your willingness to allow one article of clothing to throw off such a luscious color blend spits in the very definition of Good Taste, in fact it's probably as tainted as your manner of speech."

"Ain't about to deny that, Rabbitman."

"But despite such inadequacies, I must take a similar stance to that of the Tastemaker." Mr. Bombadere turned his attention to SIN "As much as I appreciate the invitation, a being of my caliber would simply be wasting his time trying to conquer a little mortal planet. Besides, Conquering never looks good in hindsight, and I'm in the particular business of looking quite good."

He tossed his cane into the air before casually snatching it, "But I do heavily recommend all of you allow me to make a couple changes to your attire." he states as he ran his eyes along the forms of all the Conquerors around him, casually flipping his hat back onto his head "I wouldn't exactly be the embodiment of appearance itself if I didn't have every method and more of fixing the... ahem, problems I'm seeing before me right here."

Remembrance · Dec 22, 2020

Rian Tabaal-Nosoo
Abandoned Village, Czarsnikei
Mentions:

GrieveWriter (Jane or curvaceous woman and Bombadere or demon host)

Snackofthefuture (SIN or metallic-armed demon)

Pseudo-nim (Aki or confused young woman)

Lazaro1505 (Abelgard or suspicious suit man)
Interactions:

Kaihaku (Isabella or many-souled woman)
Rian stood still with his sword drawn, his feet positioned to allow him to lunge and strike at his leisure while having the ability to defend should the first attack be made by his demonic adversary. He listened to his speech of 'doomed worlds' and 'conquering'. This metallic-armed demon named SIN was no ordinary demon as became apparent to Rian but he would not let up. When the demon turned to face Rian, he proclaimed the land being of the 'Summoned' and responded to the threat with a cold, lifeless stare. It sent shivers down the slayer's spine. With caution Rian, you know not the others' allegiances. He thought, deciding it better to wait out the situation and reassess at a new given point of time.

Sheathing his weaponry, he gauged the newly awakened's skills. His eyes grew a bright red and glyphs with various iconographies projected from them as he looked up and down at the confusing bearer of purple liquid and what Rian is to think a demon host. Rian's concentration broke several times as his focus was drawn to everything around them. The worm-eaten, crumbling houses were read by Rian to have been abandoned a far time ago. The stone pathways drew a similar conclusion. Inspecting the odd contraption strapped to the curvaceous woman's back drew little in the way of deciphering its purpose. The demon host drew inconclusive results as it was not a demon but not anything Rian knew of either. How strange.

Hearing the sounds of another awakened, Rian turned to view her. She was a spry, albeit confused, young woman who took much after Rian's own wife. A terrifying idea to think his long-dead spouse joined him in this new world. The demon slayer opted not to decipher her origins much less what she could be given the strain on his vision after using his magic for too long. Though it was apparent she wielded a large curved blade or at least, that was what was brought along with her.

Another remained. A fellow covered in a suspicious suit. He wore a contraption similar to the busty woman who had awoken before him. Perhaps they are connected somehow. Rian couldn't use his magic to decipher the contraption nor the gentleman before the suit but he could hear the splashing of liquid almost similar to the woman's jar of liquid. Though the man's jar was not made of glass, he figured the liquid's almost indistinguishable from each other.

With all his inferring done, he took a glance at the many-souled woman, hearing her remark about there being a 'catch'. "All engagements with demons have details slipped in. Be wary, I say. A demon will always harm you in the end. I should know." He responded, lowering his gaze towards the ground, reliving the events that brought him to vampirism in his mind. The betrayal of the holy arrangement between him and his spouse. It was harrowing but in the end, helpful. His position on the matter was conflicted. Rian decided to focus on the present and not the past for there was much to be taken care of in the present.

Pseudo-nim · Dec 23, 2020

Aki Himeragi
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SIN's announcement made Aki frown slightly. For a god to lie so blatantly to her face, and most likely to the others as well, wasn't a good impression to start with. Even with the Himeragi's betrayal to their own Deva, Aki knew the power they held on reality and the world they fully integrated. Himeragi arcanists and spiritualists were second to none when it came to manipulating the rules of reality, but most of the mechanics often went over her head. Despite that, she knew fully well that the only reason that the planet was doomed was through the passage of time. It would make sense. The passage of time was a slow and sinister killer, and not even her precious clan could truly escape that fate, merely prolong it.

But she chose not to comment on it. As much as she cared of her students and clansmen, they had most likely forgotten about her, Shion most likely replacing her for another successor. She held no resentment. How could she? The Himeragi, for all their flaws and shadow politics, were still family. Perhaps this was why she lived now. To see beyond the confines of her clan and to a much greater world instead. This SIN seemed to take joy in seeing the reactions of such earth shattering revelations, but the way she saw it, this was an opportunity for her to learn and grow. The well dressed man who drew his weapon on SIN had a good point to always take the words of the strong and deceptive with a grain of salt. Plus, she could never consider herself a candidate to become a ruler.

Aki was first and foremost a Deva. Synonymous to an advisor, a servant, and a protector, Aki knew nothing else other than the looming power of the Royal Family before her newfound freedom. Her main focus had always been to advise and steer the future rulers of the Himeragi clan to be exemplary leaders and warriors. It was equivalent to force a cog to do a task meant for a machine. The half-blood Oni knew where her strengths lied and the path of a ruler and conqueror simply did not suit her.

Watching the gathered summoned and listening to their words, it was clear that many were truly from different worlds and origins. Their clothing, machines, and mannerisms were too different from what the young warrior was used to. Rather, it was clear that because of their differences, there would also be clashes. Hopefully, it didn't come to that result. She was not willing to draw Satori in meaningless acts of violence. Preferably, her blade should only be drawn for the protection and safety of others and not for disagreements. Regardless of their words and past, she would rather observe and understand their motivations and past rather than assume so many things.

Seeing the young girl dressed in red gesture for her to come closer, she returned it with a look of confusion before approaching her. These people spoke of so many things she could barely comprehend, as if she was listening to arcanists and their nonsense about spirits and karma. Most never really hit her with the same impact as those who understood it, but she was wise enough to keep a look out for anything suspicious. Still, of all these colorful characters around her, she was almost self conscious to have attracted the attention of one of these summoned, especially one who spoke to a god with such a casual tone. Still, she had to admire their openness to speak with a powerful deity that attracted so many individuals from different worlds.

Aki stopped a few feet to the side of Isabella, tilting her head. "Is there something you wish to speak of, miss? I'm not quite familiar with your world's etiquette, so please forgive me if I've done something to offend you." The half oni gave a small bow, returning upright with an apologetic smile, the expression addressed less to her and more to everyone one watching. "It was not my intention to do so." It was good to remain cordial and amicable with others, so as not to stir the tension further with current request of world domination. While she may not be suited for such a position, she would prefer to remain on the side of caution and nurture non hostile relationships with everyone involved, at least for now.

StaidFoal · Dec 23, 2020

=HECATE=
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Snackofthefuture (Orobo)

Kloudy (Khaoul)

Hecate gulped her tea down, a stream of the pitch black liquid dripping from her lip. "Yummy!" she shouted, then looking to one of the weakened, repulsed knights. He was the only one who ate the biscuits and drank the tea—albeit to escape the demon's wrath. The two others still squirmed and yelled in their streets, confined by the thick webbing. The knight coughed violently, belching out black, chunky fluid with each lurch. Hecate stood up on her chair, then wobbling up on the crudely made table. "No, no, no! You wanna keep the food inside! My big brother was very big and bulky, wouldn't you like to be as big as him?" She slapped a hand over the knight's mouth to block the vomit, though some spewed between her fingers.

The knight twitched and went limp. His eyes rolled up as a blackness encroached the pupils. "There, there!" Hecate pat the man's back once the Doll-ification process was finished. She turned to the rest of the horrified guards, whose shrieks were blending with those of the Maidens'.

When Orobo and Khaoul walked through the numbers of Amalgamations and stitched creations, they'd have noticed them make way for the pair—rather, mainly for Khaoul. Their heads would twitch at the sight of the demon, sending them away. At the tea party, they would find Hecate stuffing the food items down the last knight's maw. Her hands were stained in black liquid, and she promptly wiped what she could on the skirt of her dress.

Finally, Hecate flicked her sight over to the new guests, instantly sticking her eyes on the familiar demon. There was a silent pause at first as she was still understanding what she saw. Then, an excitement. It buzzed throughout the whole tea party; the Maidens stopped weeping, sitting straight up and feasting on the delectables. The Arachne scurried across their webs to get a look at them, as if a hero was walking among the streets. Rosy, the enormous stitched creation, stared at Khaoul before yapping around the place in a dog-like thrill. Then Hecate ran.

"KALE!"

The child barreled across the snowy floor within seconds, leaping straight at Khaoul's chest like a tiny cannonball. She wrapped her arms as much as she could around the demon, expressing the most joy she ever showed since the summoning. "I thought everyone from Daddy's place was gone; it was so scary without you!" After a minute of nuzzling her head against his stomach, she finally noticed the man beside him, plus the 20 demon soldiers. She let go of Khaoul, staring with her jaw agape. "Kale, you made friends?!"

At least, that was her first guess. Her gaze narrowed on Orobo, thinking back on the first day of being stuck on Valucia. The face popped up in a faint memory, but she gasped and clasped her hands to her cheeks at it. She looked between him and Khaoul, then proudly smirking. "I get it now!" She crawled up Khaoul's bulky physique, standing on the demon's shoulder as she looked down at the summoner. "I guess it was only natural for you to come under Kale's superior will! As expected of my big brother, he must've stomped and humiliated you into submission! And since you obey him, you kneel to me, too!" Her prideful grin remained, staring with expectant eyes.

Kaihaku · Dec 23, 2020

Isabella Nguyen
Location: ???, Czarsnikei. Interactions:

GrieveWriter (Juicin' Jane)

Remembrance (Rian)

Snackofthefuture (SIN)

Pseudo-nim (Aki)

Isabella smiled as the others cautioned her about SIN. She got where they were coming from. It was only natural for them to react to their lack of control by asserting themselves and what better way to do that than correcting someone younger than them. But her gut told her they were misreading the situation. There was a difference between SIN and someone like a Loki. SIN didn't strike her as insecure. Not like a Loki. SIN seemed...not lonely...but like he enjoyed having an audience. He enjoyed having this audience. That might be why he kept on summoning new conquerors instead of playing referee and putting a stop to the infighting. Again. It was like that Louisa woman. But that meant SIN might tell them something more if they were a good audience. They just had to play along and do their best. But this lot. This lot were so focused on regaining a sense of control that they missed not only that but also the obvious. Being here wasn't a choice. This wasn't something they could opt out of. Their old existences were gone.

Maybe they couldn't adapt to that. Most demons weren't able to either. They just kept on doing what they'd always done long after it stopped making any sense. She wondered how many times SIN had heard lines like 'wasting his time trying to conquer a little mortal planet'; was that protest something SIN enjoyed or something that bored him? She brushes a errant lock of hair behind her ear and bows her head respectfully to two elders who had cautioned her. As she raises her head, her eyes meet SIN's and she mouths the words quần què as she nods pointedly towards her two elders.

SIN enjoyed this. SIN wouldn't referee. This caught Isabella between conflicting concerns. She wanted her mind clear and sharp so she could play SIN's game at her best, but she also wanted to have some power on hand in case someone tried harder to assert themselves. In terms of abilities, the Black Knight or Arahabaki would have been her first choice but they were...compromised. Pixie was even worse and, oh god, Sati with these elders. That only left...

Her thoughts were cut off by the approach of the swordswoman. Isabella could sense great power coming from her but wasn't sure if she was human or demon. It didn't really matter. The swordswoman looked confused that she'd been called over and asked if she'd caused some offense.

"I'm Isabella." She replies with a friendly smile. She didn't respond to the question of etiquette; after all, she was probably being rude herself. She had called the swordswoman over to her rather than approaching herself. There was a reason for it but she wasn't going to explain. "Let's watch each other's back... At least until we know what's going on." At this point, Isabella have could offered a sampeah, extended a hand for a shake, bowed... Some gesture to seal the deal but she didn't. Instead she just nodded at SIN with a wry smile, "I'm not asking you to conquer the world with me, let's just find our footing here together." She pauses for a moment, then adds with a chuckle, "Don't worry. I'm not as weak as I look."

To demonstrate, Isabella took a deep breath and centered her thoughts on... The pomegranate. The acceptance of past wrongs. The growth of children. Kishimojin. As she did so a decided change came over her spiritual aura and strength flowed through her.

Solirus · Dec 24, 2020

It layed there, a seeming statue of metal laying face first into the cobblestone. As many of the summoned woke up from their seeming slumber and rose up to begin talking to each other, the massive statue slowly began to rise until it reached a straight posture… It didn’t do much, it simply stared towards nothing almost as if checking something, before taking quick glances at everyone in the area.

Though when it looked at SIN it’s vision froze, almost looking at him with an intense stare and obsession. It waited and even heard the name of what it was staring at, it was named SIN

DETERMINING STATUS

STATUS CONFIRMED

SIN: ENVIRONMENT: DISREGARD ITS EXISTENCE, LESS IT IS USED AS A WEAPON

As such the statue began looking at everything else, classifying each as mortal, until it reached Rian, in which the statue stared at the vampire

DETERMINING STATUS

STATUS CONFIRMED

(UNKNOWN): THREAT: KEEP WATCH AND NEUTRALIZE SHOULD THEY HARM A MORTAL

The statue quickly looked around the entire area before staring back at Rian, not breaking eye contact, it watched carefully, waiting for Rian to make a move whilst it simply stood there.

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Snackofthefuture · Dec 30, 2020

Silver Jon

Silver Jon was meditating in his favorite guard tower when he heard tell of a missing patrol. This was not a terribly irregular happening given The Solomon Fortress’s position, and yknow, all the demons everywhere?

The general of the fortress was thinking on what to do with the Summoned. The newcomers were from the south, but in a sense were not at all from the south. Summoned were beings from other worlds, always powerful beings, ones with the potential to shift the balance of the world. They were individuals with the ability to topple empires. To serve one was an honor, as it brought one most certainly to the center stage of Valucia’s drama. But serving Orobo? This would mean turning on the nobles and the Royal Family. With summoned would it be possible? The elites of Czarsnikei were detached, comfy and ignorant of the dangers of the south. Perhaps new leadership was in order.

Jon thought back to his pirating days, leading a crew of powerful individuals on a quest to tame the seas. That had been a long time ago, back when he was young. Now Jon was old, but his fire still remained. These individuals, the summoned, brought him back to his old days though, back when he had tried to take on the world itself. This time however, for some reason, it didn't feel as much like a dream. They had fought the demons of the north with ease. This Orobo had even appeared to tame some of the nether walkers that roamed the plains. And Khaoul, He was a powerful one, that much was apparent. Ullis himself was an enigma, but he had some strange powers of his own. They were all powerfully unique characters that had to be watched and monitored lest they end the world.

If anything, the summoned were dangerous, that much was true. If they could end the demon threat, Jon would most certainly follow them. It would be far more than anything the nobility had done in Czarsnikei in quite some time. Armies had been sent to the far north in search of the end of the demon tides. None had returned, not a single soul. Silver Jon cursed under his breath as he thought of the wasted men. And if the demons weren enough, Nortestra and Mollug had histories of being aggressive neighbors. At the very least Nortestra seemed fairly doomed at the moment, and if Mollug won the war then they would probably have to deal with Xact next. The Solomon Fortress had sent multiple requests for more troops at the southern border, but the nobility seemed content to leave their troops where they were, comfortably stationed at the capital and the cities closest to it. Most of Silver Jon’s own troops were locals.

Should the end come for Solomon Fortress, no matter its shape, Silver Jon would defend it to the end. So he wracked his brain trying to figure out what would be the best choice for his city state. Join with the summoned, or turn them over to the capital for even the mention of treason. For the time being Jon would allow them to continue to stay at the Fortress, but he needed to make a decision soon. Orobo would probably be on his way soon, the lad seemed intent on finding the truth about the demon hordes that roamed the north. He wanted to get to the heart of the matter as soon as possible. Silver jon considered the possibility of sending Isekare with the demon summoner. It was not a bad idea. Or perhaps Ronin would be a better fit. The general stood up from his meditative stance, stretching and cracking his back once he stood upon both feet.

He walked to the edge of the towering watch position, some snow whisping past him as he approached the edge. His hands were behind his back as he looked out over the overcast, snowy day. Just another day in Czarsnikei.

Then as he turned to depart via the stairs, a messenger appeared to him, informing him of the situation with Orobo, Khaoul and an apparently new demon. This probably explained the missing patrol. Ullis was nowhere to be found, the Wyrmwood witch had departed. There was no one to hold back the two demon creatures from wreaking destruction. Silver Jon sighed and asked if Isekare had been informed. The messenger responded with a curt nod and exited the scene. Silver Jon then went down the stairs himself, in the flickering light of the lanterns above, he trudged on. There had also been a report of a sighting of a strange man and a bonfire in one of the nearby abandoned villages.

Pseudo-nim · Dec 31, 2020

Aki Himeragi
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Kaihaku Mentions:

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Aki blinked at the sudden change in atmosphere around Isabella. While Aki was by no means a spiritualist or arcanist in any regard, even she could feel that instant of power the woman created. It was certainly interesting. Humans were always versatile in their abilities in her home world; it seems that fact hasn't changed either in this new one. It was all so strange for the sheltered Deva, even when she attempts to keep to herself. While she certainly was one to be curious of the world outside of the Himeragi territory, she never expected to venture so far away from their normal hunting grounds and see a plethora of individuals with a variety of styles and culture. Unlike her, it seems many of these people were quite... colorful, so to say. Their personalities certainly shined amidst their sense of style, unlike the rather reserved and modest attire she wore. Despite that, she kept a tight grip on her curiosity. While she may no longer be tied to the family itself, she still had to uphold her values and image as a proud product of the world she was raised in, lest those she meets consider her dull and inferior to her summoned peers. But she was still a very curious girl, having just recently reached the age of young adulthood for most Oni.

Still, the Himeragi Deva respectfully gave a small bowed, as it was more muscle memory and reflex when speaking to someone unknown. "I've no reason to assume one could be weak when considered a candidate for world domination," Aki replied, her voice unwaveringly calm. "Though, it seems we think alike about our priorities. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Isabella. I am Aki Himeragi, formerly of the Himeragi clan. May we have a beneficial relationship with one another in these troubled times." Aki returned her greeting with a nod, a ghost of a smile on her face as her attempt to return the girl's. Had she drank a small cup of alcohol, perhaps she may have given the girl a genuine smile, but given the atmosphere and tension in the air, it would only be rude to do so. Unlike her summoned peers, she wasn't up to the idea of being outstanding and attention grabbing, so she kept her presence to a minimum, only speaking when appropriate.

Snackofthefuture · Dec 31, 2020

SIN

SIN waited as all the summoned spoke to each other and him. He filed their first words to him away in a niche in his all encompassing mind, so that he could look at them with pride at a later date. He truly loved the summoned, they were all so unique and interesting.

He looked at Isabella and with a smile he said, “Ahhh pardon my manners, would you like some?” SIN then handed the bottle to Isabella, conjuring another in his hand before then looking at the group of summoned. He then offered this next bottle to the crowd. “Would any of you like a drink?” He said before placing the bottle down on the snow and conjuring another, He began to drink out of this one before stopping and saying, “If any of you would like your own bottle, simply ask.” SIN finally took a swig of the bottle then. The vodka was of course not normal vodka, but that was known only to SIN. In truth, each bottle contained a powerful liquid that just happened to taste as bad as vodka. It had different effects on each individual, but everyone who had tried it, agreed that its effects were like that of an acid trip combined with shrooms and a bit of meth. It was all natural of course, it was SIN’s own brew; 100% delicious with a small chance of granting a vision of the future. For SIN it wasnt that much but still fun, it had the potency to intoxicate an entire galaxy. Thankfully the effect wasn't known to turn sour, and SIN could fix any problem with it with a flick of his fingers.

In short, it was the ultimate drink, and no more difficult than vodka to get down. It felt better than the best drug, and for beings that werent SIN it could provide a view of what was to come. Coming down from it would take about a week. Of course no one other than SIN even knew what it was. Whether it was by choice or his irrational nature, SIN offered bottles to each of the Summoned. Each holding the same effects plus the possible chance of foresight. If you take the drink and have a swig SIN will probably like you. Maybe. Probably im sure.

He even offered one to RIan and the recently awoken golem.

With a swirl of SIN’s hands, the couch swiveled around and took SIN’s feet out from under him. He was sitting down now in a comfortable position with his legs crossed, the bottle about to touch his lips. SIN was now sitting on the couch and facing everyone. He would probably move it to face anyone who left at this point. SIN looked at Isabella then and said, “I'll let you figure out the catch yourself. Though honestly it shouldn’t be that hard to determine.”

The god then turned to Juicin Jane eyeing her with a look that could freeze the sun. A look that couldn't be denied. “You’ll conquer, yes you will. You don't have that much of a choice I'm afraid. Conquering is something all of you should get acquainted with whether you like it or not. You never know, things in this world might be about to get worse.” SIN then turned his attention to Bombadre with the same freezing look, the same look that turned the blood to ice in an instant. “Please, just give my idea a chance.”

The bonfire was roaring along, the slight snowfall and the wind doing nothing to disturb its power. It was strange that it continued to blaze, but SIN made sure it wouldn't die. SIN turned his gaze to Aki and smiled before saying, “Tough way to go out Aki, tell me, do you desire revenge?”

Kaihaku · Dec 31, 2020

Isabella Nguyen
Location: ???, Czarsnikei. Interactions:

Snackofthefuture (SIN)

Pseudo-nim (Aki)

Isabella felt relieved to have an agreement, of sorts, with the only other young woman among the awoken summoned. She knew better than to trust the men, especially that crusader type, and the older woman sounded like some kind of drug addict. That was just judging based on appearances, for all she knew Aki could be a cannibalistic deity, but it's not like she had anything else to go on. Better to trust her instincts than second guess everything.

Isabella smiled at the formal way the other young woman spoke. It conjured up some nostalgia for how things use to be and, for the first time in a long time, she felt a tinge of homesickness. But it wasn't the existence that she had just been resurrected from that she was missing. It was the life before that. Visiting elders in the community. Paying respects at the pagoda. Burning offerings to the ancestors. She hadn't realized that those things were anything but a responsibility until after they were gone. But they were gone. Long gone.

Isabella takes the offered bottle of alcohol gingerly and holds it up to SIN in a sort of toast. Then she turns it around in her hand, examining it's contents as she adds loudly, "Thank you. This is my kind of divine spirit."

Isabella continues to grin as she turns to her new compatriot, saying in a serious tone that doesn't match her expression, "One of us should stay sober and keep a guard up. We can't trust everyone here." She nods towards the crusader meaningfully, "I can go either way so you pick. Are you going to drink or stay sober?"

GrieveWriter · Jan 1, 2021

Juicin' Jane & Mr. Bombadere

The moment that SIN offered a drink, Jane was quick to wave a finger indicating her desire to at least get a basis for what the folks around these parts considered flavor. Snatching the bottle once offered, she spent some time smoking her pipe and eyeing it up before taking note of the odd motions of the other summoned. So far, Jane was convince the only reason she was considered on the same level as world-conquering was due to her propensity to accidentally take over worlds in her pursuit of the ultimate flavor. Most of these folks looked more fit for the job of actually conquering, even the ones with the wacked out clothing.

So far Lil' Miss Cricket seemed intent on momentarily joining up with Olden Sword Lady, and both the Golem and the dude with a cross for a weapon still had their eyes on SIN. So far it seemed he had quite a bad vibe to Crusader types, and if Jane knew her Quests and Quarrels that meant either a very good thing or very bad thing depending on which alignment terms they were working with. Either way, she just wasn't in the mood to care about it, as she'd already cast her gaze towards the buildings around her.

So far SIN had used familiar terms, and the locale looked like a typical abandoned medieval village. Depending on how quickly she could familiarize herself with the local ecology, she should be able to get back to work in less than a week. Even faster if this place was as closely linked to medieval times as she hoped. She guessed generic fantasy would be fine too, but there were far too many potential inconsistencies that would bring up for her liking.

She was currently examining the bottle when SIN started stating certainties about her going about this whole conquering business, eyeing her up all nasty like before she could get down in the new frontiers.

"Bro, I know you went to the trouble of draggin' me across space time or some shit, but any world domination business I pull is all secondary to taste-makin'. If I wind up doin' it fine, but don't be gettin' all up in my snatch about it." she said before waving a hand around, "If its worth anything I'mma need to nab myself a couple factories to get back to work anyway."

After that, she unzipped her coat and stowed the bottle away into an inner pocket before zipping it back up. With the bottle secure, she proceeded to take another few puffs from her pipe as she thought about just how much work it'd take to get back on track. So far the place looked totally fantasy-like, but Jane had a sneaking suspicion that if Conquerors were getting summoned from all over on a regular basis then there'd be some great disparities in technology all across the planet. That was another thing she'd have to look into, she'd prefer not to have to redo several thousand years of technological progress if she could help it.

"Gotta grab some locales with varied herbology, start slingin' on the side for some labor." she said whilst releasing a heavy puff of swirling pink smoke into the air, "Gotta see if this place has any equivalent to Xiaotin, only got about two weeks worth of the stuff unless I start dialing back its usage, should prolly looking into Quoton Refinement as soon as possible."

She opened her jacket and began looking over the syringes strapped to her, realizing that she'd only have what was on her person until she really got down to business.

Mr. Bombadere watched her with a notable twinge of disfavor "Hmm, if folks like that are being dragged here periodically, this world's sense of beauty could wind up being consumed by chaos." he murmured before sighing and twirling his hat on one finger as he glanced to SIN, "Very well, I shall keep the thought in mind in case the threat to beauty these Conquerors pose is too great to ignore. For now, I suppose I should see to finding the highest standard set by the locals so far."

Saying that, he tipped his hat before turning and strolling off dandily with his cane.

"Yeah that's right ya diva-rabbit bastard!" Jane called out after him as she sashayed over to Aki and Isabella "You go talk trash to someone who gives a damn. Meanwhile me and my girls here are gonna be learnin' all kinds o' actually useful shit!"

As she said that, she cast a wink towards the two before offering the departing Rabbit-man a middle finger. He didn't even turn around, merely gave a wave of his hand as he wandered off.

Solirus · Jan 3, 2021

Golem

Golem disregarded SIN’s words and actions, not breaking sight from the Threat.

It was simple really, SIN was in Golem’s eyes or in this case scanners or machinery used for the purpose of sight: not only a non Threat but a piece of the environment making SIN perhaps the lowest in the priority list or not even part of that list at all for the environment is plentiful and tends to overlap in abundance like different types of rocks and such, if Golem were to eventually pile them all up in memory it would result in a memory overflow which is unknown however as Golem’s existence has never experienced such a thing. Back to the topic at hand, a mortal is characterized as a living organism without any characteristics pertaining to a Threat, mortlas may sometimes be classified as non-threats, mostly due to having previously been threats and no longer being threats due to certain circumstances such as a blessing or characteristic pertaining to the Threat category being removed or a total neutralization of a Threat, deeming it a none threat by the end of it. A Threat in the contrary is a particular living organism with a very specific set of conditions that may turn it into a Threat, such examples of this may include the state of a being who is alive even when it is supposed to be deceased or an organism pertaining to the divine category which has been a specific implementation by the original creators of Golem and seemingly cannot be changed, the Threat category contains many more conditions and statuses. Lastly comes the environment category which has mentioned earlier doesn’t really contain much, simply put that it is a disposal category, a status placed to later disregard objects of similar nature as attempting to interact with said environment is as such irrelevant. The exception to this rule is if the environment is used as a weapon. A rifle or a spear might be at their core environment, however if wielded by a mortal or more importantly a Threat, then the Environment will gain a special classification known as Weapon, the name is self explanatory, however weapons are recorded and placed in a list like mortals and Threats, their designation is to be destroyed if one is used against Golem taking priority over aggressive mortals (which is a mortal who has decided to attack Golem on their own accord meaning Golem has to defend itself to be able to preserve itself and later neutralize Threats), but not over Threats, unless the weapon is causing a mortal to become a Threat or the weapon belongs to a threat and shares properties of Threats in which case Golem will prioritize the neutralization of the weapon. However since SIN falls under the category of environment, failing to enter the category of mortal and even Threat, SIN is then disregarded. Although SIN’s many actions might seem contradictory to this placement, since SIN doesn’t comply with any requirement all actions are seen similar to a rock. SIN is capable of speech, but the speech is interpreted the same as the sound of a rock falling, it would be good to see it but it is indeed unnecessary less the sound is very close. SIN capable of handing over bottles of questionable substance might be a very mortal thing to do or even Threat as the way it is done, however to Golem this action would be similar to that of a rock falling and hitting another rock towards it, Unnecessary less the rock thrown at Golem would be a danger and as such protect itself from it to preserve its components. SIN’s only way of not being disregarded would be in the account that a mortal or Threat would use SIN as an aforementioned weapon which would place him into the list, examples of SIN becoming a weapon would include using SIN like a bat, using SIN like a fire arm, seemingly controlling SIN via remote control, etc. As long as those conditions are met, then SIN will not be disregarded by Golem. Many questions arise as to why SIN is placed into the environment in the first place, as SIN does seem to possess almost all if not all properties of a mortal or even a Threat, the explanation to this is very simple, SIN’s composition is unknown to that of Golem which prevents Golem from making a correct assessment, although that tends to add things to the Threat list, in this unique case it adds SIN to the environment list simply for being an unknown thing made of unknown properties which should have it’s own list but does not as such SIN is placed on environment without any special properties or privileges, meaning SIN’s existence is treated the same as a funny shaped looking rock. In conclusion: SIN = rock.

Threat monitored, motions are kept to a complete minimum, conclusion: no sudden actions taken. Current Threat classification: inconclusive, more monitoring required. Stationary monitoring resuming.

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