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X-DREAMERS [mission 02: the otherworldly bazaar]

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15173d25115509cd0948ab8434aba27b.png [ vincent ; -- add. echo ; -- for. s & p ]

-- status.

dormouse ; wound

demios ; dormant }

for you, the abyss.

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Vincent taps his fingers on the side of the counter, one hand coming to rest beneath his chin as he considers the girl's words, his eyes betraying nothing as he watches her fold away pancake after pancake. 

 

"Impressive," he says, a light word, using the brief amount of time his comment gets to consider his options here. He could be honest -- after all, they were seemingly truthful in their dealings with him so far, but where was the security in that?

 

A half truth then -- just enough to gather their trust, but not enough to implicate himself. Vincent deals in small, delicate measures, and he knows when he must be careful, tread lightly, protect himself. He listens to the black-haired girl's tale with only half a ear, picking out important information and discarding the rest. His fingers play a soft melody on the wood that only he can hear -- a repeated, sad song that reminds him of a past that is no longer remembered. 

 

When the girls' bickering finishes and there is a small lull in conversation, multiple pairs of eyes fall on him naturally as the successor to such a tale. 

 

"Nothing much to tell," Vincent says, a soft smile playing on his lips. "The world I come from is a place of natural societal chaos. Cracks in dimensions aren't as much an abnormality as they become flavour text to pass on the story of your ancestors. And I," here, he reaches into the folds of his dark cloak, through the seemingly endless layers of black fabric, and draws out a single gold pocketwatch affixed to a chain, which he snaps open. The clock's hand bounces between the two numbers steadily, an enchanting rhythm that almost gives off an unsettling feeling. "Happen to be part of a group that investigates these cracks." 

 

He is leaving out details -- of course. The Tragedy of Saliber was not named such for no reason, and despite Pandora's best efforts -- the Abyss grows bolder by day, and they are not any closer to finding out the truth. Gilbert's eyes from their childhood, wide and panicked, with that purple-red-yellow bruise on his face echoes in his mind, and Vincent's eyes narrow slightly. 

 

He remembers -- being a child, being beaten for existing on the same plane as the woman -- Lacie, cursed Lacie -- who had caused such disparity, being a child born only to an unkind fate. 

 

"It just so happens that I was pulled into one," he says cheerily, although his eyes do not change -- they are calculating, near-glowing. "And here I am now. With Echo, my companion -- who has followed me into an unknown world." 

 

He does not mention -- the implications of Echo being so far away from the Abyss -- morbidly, he wonders if the girl would die should they reach a place where the Abyss' lull no longer can contact them -- Noise, dear Noise, would he be able to rest, then? -- and smiles instead, closing his pocketwatch and tucking it back into the folds of his cloak.

 

"My organization members are all busy on their own." Not so -- for certainly his disappearance has confirmed Break's suspicions on his activities. "So I have nothing but time and curiosity that is yours to spare." 

 

At the mention of servants, Vincent's eyes widen in surprise before he schools his face back to one of complacency. He hadn't pegged the ones before him as very high standing in society -- nor ones to own slaves, since it seemed interestingly enough there existed worlds and people who considered loyal servitude wrong, but perhaps he was wrong. That would make his job easier, certainly -- he is nothing if not good at adapting, and it is all the better for him if there are certain concepts by which he is familiar with. 

 

"Well, that's what servants are there for," he murmurs, almost as a secondhand comment, not putting much much thought into his words. "For cleaning."

 

--

 

Echo blinks, staring in surprise as Sor's bright, passionate blue eyes gaze directly at her. She has half a mind to look away, to break herself from that fiery glance, but instilled manners from a childhood raised by noble households holds her in place, and she returns the look, blinking quickly. 

 

"Echo is fine," she replies, lowering her voice to match Sor's suddenly quiet tone -- why? -- and tilts her head. The corners of her mouth lift into a quick, small smile when he says her name, gone almost immediately -- she likes it, how quick and simple her name sounds when spoken across his tongue, and nods in confirmation when he repeats the words she had said just a moment prior. Had she not been clear?

 

Echo is surprised when something is slid across the table in her direction; she glances over at Master Vincent, who seems to be showing off Pandora's watch to the gathered crowd. Blinking, she stares down at the two fishcakes on the plate, looking up to quickly meet the black-haired girl's bright smile. Surprised, Echo offers no reaction in return, and stares at the food, unsure.

 

Was it -- for her? Who else sat at the corner?

 

"Echo is full," she says, a little mournfully, staring at the little cakes. Contrary to her wording, a second later, when Vincent does not seem to be paying attention, Echo reaches forward and takes the cakes, eating them quickly. She is full -- but Echo knows, from watching the Nightray family dinners, that people can and do overeat. 

 

Then, she swallows and waits for further command, as it seems they are finishing up their conversation, now. 

 

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< STATUS: Stable; Determined >

< LOCATION: Marketplce Jail >

< AGENTS: Natsuki | Raine | Illidan | Bowser >

< OTHER PARTICIPANTS: Oblivionix | Noreillan | Marketplace Police Officers >

 

With effort, Xander pushed himself off the concrete wall. He winced as a sharp, tingling pain began welling within his aching muscles. By virtue of being a king who had to constantly train day in and day out, Xander was well acquainted with the consequences of pushing his body beyond its limits. Xander could not perform to the best of his ability until his strength had renewed and a quick glance at his exhausted companions confirmed Xander's suspicious that the same could be said for them. Nevertheless, Xander thought as he straightened himself, casually brushing the dust off of his clothes, there was still work that needed to be done.

 

Watching Raine situate herself out of the corner of his eye, Xander frowned as she began detailed the situation at hand.

"If you and Natsuki are missing your belongings, then we'll need to recover them before we leave," Xander said. Finding Reshiram was the top priority, but it would be disastrous if the agents returned to base not only without the supplies they were supposed to have bought but also without their belongings. Like Raine had said, they needed to be retreat back the base least the dragon that had attacked Reshiram returned for a second round and, if Xander was catching her implication correctly, they needed to get back to base with everyone and everything in tow even if they had to break a few more rules.

 

"Should we call someone?" Xander asked as he looked over at Raine. "I'm not sure if anyone can help us at the moment, but it might be a good idea to notify another agent about the situation. Actually," Xander continued as he pulled his communicator out of his pocket. "It might be a good idea to see where everyone else is." With a flick of his wrist, the blue cube flickered on. Xander scrolled through the cube's menu before pressing the button for the hands-free mode. The cube hovered above Xander's hand as a neutral yellow face appeared on the screen.

"Good evening, Agent Xander," a calm robotic voice said. "How may I be of assistance today?" Xander was about to ask the cube to open a map showing the location of the other agents, but before he could ask he heard someone call his name. Blinking, Xander turned his head around to see Illidan holding onto himself and shivering violently. Instinctually Xander looked over at Raine who was waiting for Natsuki to get their wounds attended. Satisfied that she was already helping someone, Xander walked over to where Illidan was, his cube hovering not too far behind him.

 

Upon approaching his fellow agent Xander could see red blotches spread across Illidan's skin. Xander's eyebrows creased with worry as he recalled the biting, icy wind that forced Xander to build a wall to protect himself from. He had been hasty to protect himself and Raine that he had completely neglected to try to protect his other companions. Guilt settled deep in Xander's stomach as he walked towards Illidan's side. He slid an arm around the man for support, careful not to press himself against of the burn marks.

"Gods, Illidan I'm sorry," Xander said as he leaned against his comrade. "Are you alright?" Xander didn't need to hear Illidan answer him to know that no, he wasn't alright. Looking over at where Raine and Natsuki were, Xander nudged Illidan forward. "Come on, let's have Raine get a look at you. I know you came here to rescue your friend but I'm afraid you won't be able to help anyone until you get your wounds checked out."

 

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< STATUS: Injured; Aggervated>

< LOCATION: Kaden's Wares>

< AGENTS: Anders | Ray >

< OTHER PARTICIPANTS: Kaden | Selkie | Leo | Tsuki | Heartless >

 

The creatures stumbled backward, feet skidding across the slick grease as they fell just in time to dodge Keaton’s attack. The wolfskin’s jaws snapped at empty, open air. He glowered at the creatures staring up at him from the ground teeth bared. With Ranulf absent, the creatures that were once facing him turned their attention to Keaton and Anders. Three of the creatures tumbled into the oil, but two of their comrades continued onward. Keaton took a step forward, growling as one of them disappeared into the ground leaving him to face the armored one. It leaped forward claws extended as it tried to swipe at Keaton’s chest. Keaton took several steps backward to avoid the blow. Before he could retaliate hot white pain burst from his shoulder. Keaton howled, head turned as he caught sight of the monster that had submerged into the ground earlier not digging its teeth and claws into his flesh. Raising his arm, Keaton sunk his own claws into the creature’s back and yanked it off his shoulder, hissing as he felt the creature’s fangs and claws pull out of his skin. Once the creature was fully detached from his body, Keaton sank his teeth into it before viciously shaking his head back and forth. The creature squirmed helplessly in Keaton’s mouth. With a final growl, Keaton flung the creature out of his mouth, hurling it towards where its comrades laid.

 

Nearby, Leo grit his teeth as the creatures fell back as Ray’s pokemon pushed them back. Leo mumbled a curse under this breath. He glanced down at his tome, desperately flipping through the pages to find the spell he was looking for.

“Of course they just keep on coming,” Leo mumbled to himself as he flipped through the book. “I come to the market with an archer and just when I get into a fight with something that flies he’s nowhere to be seen. Of all the rotten luck…” With a wave of his hand, Leo called forth a mass of writhing vines to emerge from underneath the creatures that had regrouped on the ground. The throned vines lunged towards the creatures, intending on wrapping themselves around the creatures’ limbs to ground them permanently.

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[...]

 

[Bowser]

 

Almost as soon as the dragon had run off, there was a buzz of activity. Most of the cops ran off to go chase that dragon. He would have joined them, but by now the rest were too far away.

 

Bowser lashed his tail, having no patience to listen to the argument next to him. He looked around again. In the chaos of the situation, it'd be useful to know if needed to look for a bail out.... He ignored the chatter of the nearby group, approaching an officer instead. Bowser drew himself up to his full height before standing close to the officer who looked like sn anthropomorphic frog.

 

"Tell me what you lot got planned." Bowser crossed his arms and stared down at the frog officer.

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Natsuki

Allies: Raine

Status: Injured [burn on arm, chilled, injured leg, old stab wound, various minor wounds]

 

Perhaps it had been a mistake to brush off Xander’s concerns. 

 

Natsuki curled up on the ground, hands shoved into their pants to coax some warmth back into their cold-stiffened fingers. The back of their neck stung, having been completely exposed to the wind, but the rest of their body hardly felt better. A few of their fingers on each hand were numb. 

 

They remained there for far longer than they should have. The fighting continued around them, but they couldn’t seem to force themself to move. Their exhausted body refused to do anything but curl increasingly tight around itself, desperately trying to hold onto any scrap of warm that remained. 

 

The sounds of the battle dimmed and they managed to unfold themself for a moment and stand, a sick feeling in their gut. It was frightening that they could have died if the attack was stronger, but more important was how useless they’d been. Was everyone else okay? 

 

"Natsuki!" 

 

They shoved their hands into their armpits and stumbled towards Raine, grateful when the healer moved to meet them halfway. “I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize anyone,” they said, shaking their head. “Is anyone else injured?” They wouldn’t question Raine if she thought it was best to heal them now (not after being threatened by Sveta for doing so so many times), but they had to ask, even if they felt awful. Even the old stab wound in their gut ached, and that was the least of it. None of it was even close to life-threatening, though, so they could wait.

 

Xander was already gone, rushing off to see Illidan, and -- well, okay, they could see why. Illidan's skin had turned an even more unnatural shade, and even though he was larger it looked like he'd suffered for not having a shirt. They weren't sure why anyone would walk into battle without a shirt, especially while carrying such impractical weapons, but it wasn't their place to judge while he was hurt. Even if he'd kidnapped Xander twice and had been reckless and incompetent for the entire mission. 

 

Was Xander mad at them? Not they were worried about that or anything, it just seemed weird that he hadn't waited to see if they were alright. They didn't need him to, of course, it was better that he didn't, really. Xander was busy with Illidan, and there was no reason for them to feel upset about that. Which they didn't. 

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# Bowser... And Xander and Illidan, who are presumably within earshot #

 

The frog creature in uniform freezes when the King Koopa stomps over to demand what was going on. She carefully looks up at Bowser, meeting the gaze of a creature almost twice as tall as she was. While her resolve is strong, once she begins speaking, her words tremble a little, betraying her nervousness. 

 

"Um! We were planning on interrogating everyone involved in the incident, but everyone started to just hop on away... So we put them in jail for a little bit so we can question them one at a time!" She tries very hard to not look at the koopa's teeth, which were mere inches away. "The forces are trying to catch that ice dragon to stop them from causing more trouble... but right here we're going to move the white-haired human to the interrogation room to have them give their version of the incident! Where's the interrogation room? Directly in the middle of the building, of course!"

 

 

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Raine -- Marketplace Jail

[secretly tired] - [unarmed] - [running out of SP]

 

Natsuki's expression was unreadable. Their neutral expression had a slight frown, masking what they were really thinking; from Raine's experience, they didn't tend to speak of their feelings much, if at all. But one thing she could read, however, were the slight physical cues pointing towards their numerous injuries and the lingering effect of that dragon's ice.

 

“Is anyone else injured?” they had asked. Raine reached out, gentle, as if to shush them. Stop worrying about others. 

 

Her tender hand touched Natsuki's cheek and she closed her eyes -- they didn't need to explicitly ask for healing, nor did Raine think she had to ask permission to help them. Wispy magic rose from the healer, lifting the tips of her cloak as if they were touched by an updraft, and the other agent's cold was dispelled and their wounds began to mend through arcane power.

 

Direct contact was the most energy effective, given her current handicap... or that was the reasoning her logical mind chose to follow. Duty done, she let out a sigh, breaking the moment of silence. "This day continues to get more eventful, doesn't it?"

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Anders

Allies: Keaton, Ray, Tsuki, Leo

 

Most of the enemies slipped on the grease, but two kept their footing and the ones on the ground wouldn’t remain there for long. The urge to flee was counteracted by Justice’s desire to stay fight protect, but there was little that they could do but hiss and lash their tail. 

 

Keaton howled in pain, and Anders spun around to see what was wrong. At the sight of the blood staining Keaton’s fur he pushed Justice to the back of his mind to stop the spirit from interfering with his healing spells, but that didn’t do any good if --

 

Whatever curse the box had placed himself under must have lifted, because he suddenly found himself in human form once again. After a taking a brief moment to recover from the disorientation of his viewpoint rising several feet he held out his staff and cast a group healing spell. Green light gathered around his staff, then spread to envelop the injuries of Keaton, Ray, and Tsuki. The magic was enough to stop any bleeding and close small wounds, but was too rushed and unrefined to heal most of the injuries completely. 

To try to keep the fallen Heartless from re-entering the battle he swung his staff in a wide arc in their direction. The temperature around the Heartless dropped sharply, and a crescent large, jagged spikes of ice emerged from the ground in the wake of the staff’s tip. 
 

Status: Uninjured, not a cat
Justice: inactive

Panacea: active

 

 

Natsuki

Allies: Raine

 

Natsuki allowed themself a contented sigh in a moment of weakness as warmth flowed from Raine’s hand and into their body. If they leaned into the touch a little, it was only because of the tension melting from their body. 

 

“Thank you,” they said softly, suppressing the tinge of disappointment they felt when Raine removed her hand. The cold did strange things to the mind. “We could go for a less eventful mission once in awhile, I think.”  

 

They felt like they should say something else -- something about having missed Raine, or being glad to see them again, but they don’t know how to say it without it sounding awkward or as if they only missed Raine’s magic. Expressing their emotions had never been rewarded, and so it didn’t come easily to them. They felt as though they were somehow missing something, but they didn’t say anything else. 
 

Status: Uninjured, confused

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Illidan, Lord of the Illidari
<Status: Injured; still hecking cold>
<Location: Marketplace Jail>
<Agents: Xander | Raine | Natsuki | Bowser>
<Other Participants: Marketplace Police Officers>

 

"Are you alright?"

 

"I mean, I've b-b-been through worse than this... D-D-Damn, though, is this c-c-cold!!"

 

"Come on, let's have Raine get a look at you. I know you came here to rescue your friend but I'm afraid you won't be able to help anyone until you get your wounds checked out."

 

Illidan shivered and grunted in response - he hated it when others were right, but goddess damn it, Xander literally couldn't be more right. Plus, he was sure that in all the chaos, Nora had likely gotten out anyway and was up to his own antics...

 

The Demon Hunter froze up at the mention of an interrogation - he never did well with anything having to do with the cops, damn that Maiev - but with him still feeling as if he'd been frozen, he couldn't do much to protest other than low, angry growls mixed with his sharp teeth chattering from the cold. He then glances towards the turtle... dragon... thing. He wasn't quite sure how to describe that creature...

 

Looks like the Shadowstrider siblings had run off again. Typical.

 

Now if only he weren't freezing cold! Maybe then he could get something other than involuntary shivering done!

 

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Nora, Illidari Demon Hunter
<Status: Stable>
<Location: Marketplace Jail>
<Agents: Tara | Kouji>
<Other Participants: Carol>

 

Carol, Slayer of Miracles
<Status: Stable>
<Location: Marketplace Jail>
<Agents: Tara | Kouji>
<Other Participants: Nora>

 

After grabbing as many weapons and various other valuables as they could carry, the Demon Hunter and young girl motioned to Tara and Kouji to follow them, and then began to make way back towards the cells.

 

It didn't take long for them to see that nothing short of war had taken place there.

 

Nora couldn't help but stare and speakly quietly to himself. "...what the hell happened here...?"

 

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Rayla, Alolan Prodigy
<Status: In Battle; Injured>
<Location: Kaden's Wares>
<Agents: Keaton | Anders>
<Enemies: Heartless (6 Neoshadows, 6 Soldiers, 6 Air Soldiers)>
<Other Participants: Tsuki | Kaden | Selkie | Leo>

 

Tsuki, The Beast That Calls the Moon
<Status: In Battle; Injured>
<Location: Kaden's Wares>
<Agents: Ray | Keaton | Anders>
<Enemies: Heartless (6 Neoshadows, 6 Soldiers, 6 Air Soldiers)>
<Other Participants: Kaden | Selkie | Leo>

 

Tsuki grunted, barely shielding herself with her wings as the aerial shadow creatures continued to bombard her. Was there no end to this?!

 

"Of course they just keep on coming. I come to the market with an archer and just when I get into a fight with something that flies he's nowhere to be seen. Of all the rotten luck..."

 

Wait. Something that flies?

 

...That's it! Ray's eyes light up with that tell-tale spark of hers - she had a plan. "Tsuki, they're flying creatures! Let's hope that type matchup still works!"

 

Tsuki knew exactly what her Trainer meant and aimed her Thunderbolt at the flying creatures that continued to harass her, zapping away with the electric bolts. "Let's see how the lot of you deal with this!"

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Raine -- Marketplace Jail

[visibly tired] - [weapon get!] - [running out of SP]

 

No other words needed to exchanged. She nodded in response to their gratitude, and moved on.

 

With Natsuki taken care of to her satisfaction, Raine made her way to Xander and Illidan. She sighed to herself, sorely missing the presence of her staff. Without it, she had nothing to support her while walking. Still, she lifted her chin and approached in a dignified manner, hands tucked into her sleeves. The winged demon was shivering visibly, dark skin  paled with cold; despite his earlier reflex to run off with Xander, he still came back to fight. 

 

Before beginning, Raine quickly glanced at her hands for open wounds just as a precaution. She recalled Xander and his Fel curse having been transmitted by blood, and that the experience did not look pleasant at all.  She put a hand on the demon's chest -- admittedly making contact a little rougher than she wanted to -- and cold surged through her senses. She fought back against it with her magic, summoning mana first to dispel the frost and then to heal the wounds Illidan had sustained since the last time she had healed him. 

 

When the glow faded and he was all well again, Raine took a step back to show that she was finished. If he was really a new recruit, she had plenty of time to scold him about teamwork once everyone was back safe.

 

"Right," she finally answered Xander. That question felt like it was asked so long ago. "We should call. It would be wise to contact anyone on our team in the market so they can come assist us, or at least help us secure an escape."

 

Some of the prisoners -- 'prisoners', in quotes -- she had seen earlier had returned back to the scene of the jail cells: Illidan's subordinate, the child in witchlike robes, and the two children in sporty clothing. They all held various weapons in hand, one of which was the bright blue orb and spiked sunburst silhouette of the Crystal Rod.

 

Ah, the Crystal Rod... Surely, she could get another similar one made if this one were lost. She won it as a trophy after beating legions of monsters and humans alike in the Meltokio Colosseum armed with nothing but a deck brush, focus, and fighting spirit. 

 

People said that healers couldn't hold their own in a melee.

 

That morning, those people were proven wrong.

 

Despite her exhaustion, the weight of the weapon was comfortable when she took the staff back in her hands. She slipped her hands over the familiar engravings on the shaft and thrust the butt of the weapon into the ground for support. "Thank you for bringing these back," she told the four. "I'm sure everyone will appreciate your gesture of returning their items. By the way, have any of you seen a unicorn horn in the room where you found these? That one is mine as well."

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Ready Players -- Circuitraider | Light | Qaksh ]

Support -- Entry Voided ;

Status ; Gathering Supplies ;

Form ; Vehicle | Weapons ; Disengaged | Sensors ; Standby }

 

Assistance -- Organics ; Necessities Required

 

A breath mint? Circuitraider stared up at the the orange beast for several moments, wondering if she should honestly answer his question. Didn't she already explain to him that she didn't eat organic food? The Autobot decided not to respond and, instead, focus again on the masked merchant. He was staring at her, gaze shifting between the other two less frequently. "What'll it be, Beautiful? It's yours for only a mere 300 million pixels."

 

Qak appeared to balk, staggering back a step and lifting his head higher as he gasped, "That's a lot...!"

 

He apparently wasn't going to address her earlier commentary. Fine. But did he truly think her so gullible? "That's a rock." The words vibrated through her speakers, the last word containing emphasis as if the merchant might have been blind. How did pixels convert to human cash? Glancing towards Qak, she quickly searched for the tiny bag he kept secured around his neck. A small section of metal near her engine compartment lifted and slid open. In the next moment, a thin dark steel cable slithered out and rushed towards the bag. Smaller, lighter-colored wires scurried into sight, spreading from the cable as they began to flicker with blue light. They probed and shifted, finding the card that Qak had used.

 

Data filled her system, a quick blip of chatter that exchanged information within her code. Only a moment and then she was done, withdrawing the cable sans card. It disappeared beneath the metal frame. "You can have three pixels for the stone," Circuitraider offered.

 

"W-What?!" sputtered the merchant, his hand slipping briefly against the ground as he got to his feet too fast. Ungracefully, he regained his composure, a strained grin flashing across his features. "Surely, you're jesting! You have such humor, Lady! Is... Is it worth so little to you?" His hand gripped the side of his cart tightly.

 

It was a rock and there was no way Circuitraider was going to tolerate otherwise. Deeming the merchant unworthy of further response, she started to pull away from the stall, tires rotating backward to put space between her and the merchant. Intentionally, she eased open her door to touch Qak on the leg, closing it with a prompt slam. No sense in leaving the two organics behind.

 

The merchant gapped, surged forward, and floundered with his arms. "Wait, no! I can go to 100 million!"

 

Circuitraider rolled one more inch before coming to a stop, reorienting her attention on the merchant. "That stone's been compromised. I don't think anyone will buy it now that it contains someone else's saliva on the surface."

 

"50 million?"

 

"Are you asking me now? That isn't even worth 100 pixels."

 

"Fine! 25 million!"

 

"With that, I can get several better stones for sixty thousand."

 

"Five million," the merchant snarled, leaning forward.

 

"Make it a hundred thousand pixels," Circuitraider hummed, letting the merchant here the eye-roll she couldn't make.

 

"One million pixels and no lower," the merchant finalized, slamming his hand against the surface of his cart. His eyes narrowed as he continued to lean forward, glaring at Circuitraider. "You'll not find a better item than this. It's a beautiful piece with some glamorous light effects." He snorted once.

 

"Alright, fine. The light show better be worth it," Circuitraider ceded. "Qak, you licked it." The cable came out once more, making a B-line for the dragon's small pouch, and claimed the card that was hidden within. She tried, honestly, to bring it down. Why would a rock be worth more than a few human dollars? Well, hopefully Qak could bring out whatever had caused his strange reaction. It better be something good to be worth $10,000. 

 

Shoving the card at the merchant, she watched him conduct the transaction before returning the card back to Qak. "I can hold it or someone else can. But we are done here, yes? Good." A moment later, she began moving away from the merchant. "You still have other food to get."

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< STATUS: Stable; Determined >

< LOCATION: Marketplce Jail >

< AGENTS: Natsuki | Raine | Illidan | Bowser | Tara | Kouji >

< OTHER PARTICIPANTS: Nora | Carol | Marketplace Police Officers >

 

Xander glanced over at Illidan as he begrudgingly agreed with Xander’s demand for healing. The urge to lecture Illidan further for his reluctance was suppressed by concern as Xander watched Illidan shivering violently beside him. Deciding to hold his tongue, Xander opted to wrap, or rather try to wrap, his arm around the demon hunter’s midriff to drag him closer. For a moment, Xander regretted not bringing Sieghorse with him knowing that at the very least he could borrow some of the blankets underneath the stallion’s saddle to stave off the cold. Then again, taking Sieghorse to the market didn’t seem like the best at the time. Who knew that a simple grocery run would end up with a fight with a dragon and rescue mission.

 

Staggering towards Raine and Natsuki with Illidan leaning against his shoulder for support, Xander turned his head as he caught the faint sound of someone speaking. Not too far away from his current position was what appeared to be a police officer and the strange turtle creature Xander saw fighting the dragon earlier. The police officer was stuttering over her words, hands shaking as she rattled off the police’s reasoning for capturing everyone and, much to Xander’s delight, Reshiram’s location. Xander raised an eyebrow, as she told the turtle where the interrogation room was because, really, that didn’t seem like something you’d tell a total stranger, but Xander wasn’t complaining. The police officer seemed preoccupied with the turtle’s long, sharp fangs, and any information that could be used to assist in Reshiram’s rescue was welcome.

 

Raine was quick to heal Natsuki’s injuries and hurry over to where Xander and Illidan were trekking. Xander halted in place as his friend neared, giving a small sigh of relief as he watched Illidan’s shivering subside and his injuries disappeared within a bright, glowing light. Xander let out a weary sigh as Raine took a step back, seemingly satisfied with her work.

Right. We should call. It would be wise to contact anyone on our team in the market so they can come assist us, or at least help us secure an escape."

 

“Yes,” Xander agreed as he beckoned his cube towards him. The blue cube that had been hovering a foot behind him obediently floated forward. “Open communications with Agent Pascal,” Xander said. The blank face on the cube blinked in response.

“Of course, Agent Xander. One moment please.” The cube’s face disappeared and was replaced with an ellipsis that blinked in succession.

“I know where Reshiram is being held,” Xander said as he turned his head to address the whole group. “I overheard one of the police officers talking about holding them captive in the middle of the jail. It sounds like they’re being interrogated about what happened so we might be able to secure their release if we explain the situation.” At least, that’s what Xander hoped. He’d prefer diplomacy over another fight, but if there was one thing he learned over the years it was that sometimes violence was inevitable.

 

Raine turned to address several newcomers, one of which Xander recognized as Illidan’s friend, but before Xander could speak with another of them, the cube beeped loudly. Pulling himself away from Illidan, knowing that Raine’s magic would give Illidan enough strength to stand, Xander, walked several paces away from the group. He motioned the cube forward and, as it neared he stepped closer to it and spoke. “Pascal, this is Xander. We have a situation. We could use your assistance.”

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[Bowser]

 

You had to love it when someone was spilling their guts for you. At least, that was how Bowser felt. He grinned, but it was far too toothy. Well, now he knew what he needed to know. The location he'd been given was an odd bonus, but not something he was interested in questioning.

 

No, when he looked around, something else caught his eye. The man who was walking away with some cube thing looked a lot like... "A Fire Emblem?" Bowser cocked his head slightly, closing one eye to think. Yeah, looked like the Corrins from that Smash tournament. A lot. They all had that sort of delicacy, polished white marble look to their faces with fancy hair, though this one was blond, wavy-haired, and had a particularly angular face with purple eyes. And then there was ... whatever kind of humanoid said Fire Emblem man had stepped away from. Purple and green with large horns, a blindfold, a very long and straight ponytail, wings and goat legs. Some kind of short pants as well, a far cry from his companions' outfits. He didn't quite look like any of them, really. Then there was a silver-sorta straight and spiky-haired girl with a staff and slightly darker silver eyes. Tiny nose and pale skin. She had an orange and white outfit, equally as distinct from her buddies'. The last one would have looked the most unassuming of the lot despite the black uniform, if it weren't for the fact he thought he saw a gun on them. Otherwise, they looked pretty ordinary - shorter black hair, dark eyes, skin a bit darker than the rest. Looked was the word. If those cursed plumbers had taught Bowser anything, it was to not assume someone was an ordinary human. Though, he could still take them in a fight.

 

The weird bit was them all being from different universes. You saw different worlds hang out at nexuses. You didn't see ragtag bands where everyone was from a different universe seemingly joined at the hip. Almost. He'd made up his mind.

 

Bowser approached the silver-haired girl, the purple humanoid, and the human(?). "Hey, you! What's with you lot and your buddy all being from different universes?"

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Ready Players -- Ray | Anders | Keaton ; Heartless ]

Support -- Leo | Ranulf | Kaden | Selkie | Tsuki ;

Status ; Battle -- Engage }

Consume -- The Heart ; It Calls

# Keaton | Anders #

Pain. 

 

The Heartless knew pain, echos of life that rekindled in the shadows of their bodies. It squirmed as the beast's teeth sunk deep into a shape not quite born of flesh. Thrown, the Neoshadow passed by its fellow, the second sinking into the ground. It slammed into a pair of Soldiers, the bodies tumbling into a knot of darkness and clattering armor. A heartbeat - and the injured Neoshadow faded like water vapors.

 

The feline-turned-human smelled of magic, the staff before him signaling the being's skillset. Green light flashed briefly. With a motion of his arm, ice followed in the staff's wake. Soldiers froze where they stood, trapped, or fell to the side, blasted back. Several perished. The reality of the hunt; some prey could fight back. Their swarms, the numbers of their bodies, became increasingly important - necessary. But Light always struggled against the Darkness. It was why the two warred in every heart. 

 

One Soldier. Two Neoshadows. The former jerked and danced. The latter retreated into the ground, spreading power outward. Dark pools sprung into existence, circling their two prey. From one, it rose partially, head coming into view as claws shot for the beast's leg. Its fellow surged from another pool, leaping free of its swirling doorway. It spun like a spiked wheel, its path directed at the creature's body.

 

Armor clinked and chimed as the Soldier moved, waiting. Its jerky motions smoothed into purpose-driven choreography, boot-like feet marching towards the spellcaster. It bounced off one foot, twirling its body with the other leg outstretched to kick. It spun, its path slightly curving around the human's side and towards his back. Its spinning ceased and claws reached out, rapidly and repeatedly scratching in hopes to strike flesh.

 

# Ray | Tsuki | Leo #

Vines ensnared them as they tumbled backwards from the bat, thorns piercing their forms and nailing them to the magicked vegetation. Allies were swallowed whole and crushed into oblivion, cutting their numbers down until only a Neoshadow remained. It slipped free of the vines, compressing and thinning its body until it held no substance, only the absence of light. Within the ground, it darted away from the trap and raced towards the man holding the tome. With speed, it launched from the ground and rolled through the air, a violent flurry of sharp claws.

 

Lightning rained upon them, shooting through their limbs and wings with bolts of energy. Some plummeted to the ground, fading into nothing before they even hit. Others, still, floundered through the air without orientation. The three righted themselves, Air Soldiers correcting their paths and regrouping. Once more, they circled the bat and dove in a unified assault. 

 

Target -- Neoshadows | Soldiers | Air Soldiers ;

Count -- x3 | x1 | x3 ]

 

[ Status ; Decaying ]

Threat Level -- Light }

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As Qaksh jumped, Light yelped and snapped her hand--there was a puff of smoke, and she found herself behind the stall of a very surprised woman with tan skin, wearing little more than fake bird wings and feathers. 

 

"Oops! I wasn't watching where I was going," Light hastily said, ducking out of the booth before the woman can react. As she picked her way back through the crowd, she heard Qaksh's voice echo excitedly: "That power! B-but Circuitraider is right, I think. He's probably trying to sell us something way over its actual price." Light paused, cocking her head. The pretty ball? What kind of power? Is it dangerous?!  

She arrived as Circuit was haggling, and watched with wide eyes as the robot talked the merchant down. I almost feel sorry for that beastkin--wait, compromised?!

 

"Are you saying that the price lowers if the stuff gets licked?" Light ran up and asked Circuit intently. "That means I've been scammed all this time!" Light scowled momentarily.

Wait, but if licking... We were looking for food, right? "But that also means we have an easy way to get food for cheap, right?" Light grinned, feeling a wave of joy sweep across her. Learning something new and helping other people is nice... Though there was this weird thing tickling at the back of her head... It didn't seem like such a good idea for some reason. Light cocked her head slightly, thinking, as she walked beside Circuit.

 

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Pascal -- Jeon House

[eating] - [taking a call] - [havin a flippin' good time]

 

It was sort of troublesome to hear from Chikako's story that the barriers between worlds were weakening enough to have stable portals appear, but that information was not new to Pascal. If anything, it would make it easier to reach places further removed from their current locations. Vincent's world, however, seemed to already have a degree of dimensional travel. Based on his words, he was practically a veteran at hops. That would be very useful!

 

While they were chatting, one of her pockets buzzed. Pascal stuffed the rest of her food into her mouth, and dug through one of her hip pouches -- darn thing felt bigger on the inside and stuff always got lost in there -- before her hand finally emerged holding a glowing cube small enough to fit in her palm. The moment she placed it onto the table, the cube began speaking.

 

 Pascal, this is Xander. We have a situation. We could use your assistance.
 

Pascal paused for half a beat, demeanor suddenly serious. The king didn't tend to ask like for help like this, so it must have been something big. Did his group have a run-in with some bad guys? It wasn't hard to imagine that with all the traffic between worlds, there'd be troublemakers, even if there were more than enough people willing to help defuse a situation if one broke out. Or, shooting a glance at Sora, maybe it was an issue with the Heartless? Xander didn't specify what kind of assistance either, but the mage figured that she would be most useful on the scene in person, whether the assistance needed involved smashing monsters or showing the king how a computer worked again.

 

"Me 'n Sora -- and some friends -- are gonna be on the way. We can find you through radar, but give me the deets. What's going on?"

 

She looked wistfully at the last few of the pancakes on her stack. She was getting kind of full, despite her earlier bravado, and it would be a shame for these to go to waste. Doing a quick volume calculation in her brain, she concluded that if she compressed it into a ball, she could fit about four-fifths of a single pajeon through the communicator and send it to Xander...

 

...but, statistically, spherical balls of batter were probably not what Xander was thinking about right now, so instead she flicked open another one of her pockets -- this time with minimal searching involved -- and took out a small, squishy item wrapped in paper. She set it on top of the cube. With a swipe of her finger, the object vanished in a sparkle of blue light.

 

"I just sent you a Melange Gel," she explained. "Eat it if you need an energy boost! We'll be there as fast as we can."

 

"Sorry everyone," she told the gathered group of interested recruits. "We're going to have to make a small detour before we check out the base. Thanks for the food, chef!"

 

The reptillian monster working the kitchen replied with something between a grunt and a huff, rolling her single eye in a universal sign of exasperation, and tossed a box her way. Pascal caught it, and in one smooth motion poured her plate into the container. It was a shame that lunch was interrupted, but what was life without a little more excitement? She was getting a bit bored just eating, anyway. Usually eating happened in tandem with working. That was maximum efficiency.

 

Oblivious to any exclamations or complaints from the the assembled gang, Pascal hummed to herself and checked the cube's radar. Two points of light were very close to each other, towards the north. It gave her an idea where Xander called from, and the likely location of Natsuki -- or at least, the location of Natsuki's communicator. "Let's go!"

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♫  Names // Kouji Minamoto and Tara Andreassen  ♫

♫  Players // Natsuki, Raine, Xander, Illidan, Bowser ♫

♫  Support // Nora, Carol, the Po-Po ♫

♫  Status // Tripping ♫

 

~~In the ruins of the prison~~

 

“What the hell happened here…?” It was the same thing Kouji was thinking. The place looked like a complete mess- like he imagined could have happened if Kendogarurumon took control like last time. He was thanking everything that he was outside (sort of)- that prison wasn’t the nicest place he could be- but it looked like hell. The walls and the ceiling were completely destroyed, all the rubble scattered around the floor. There were some guards who just seemed confused, one of them talking to…. 

 

Wait.

 

What?

 

Was that…. Bowser? Again? Kouji’s eyes widened, glancing over at an equally shocked Tara. She shook her head as if she had no idea what the hell was happening either. Tara looked around, her sky blue eyes wide with fear and confusion, just like they were when they first bumped into each other. Where was the girl who was so eager to suit up earlier? He sighed and took a look around. There was not just Bowser, but a regal looking man, a demon looking thing the color of Spyro the Dragon that didn't seem to know what a shirt was, a pale-haired woman dressed in orange, and what looked to be a police officer... but their outfit didn't match up with that of the other officers in the area. Kouji whispered to her,

 

"Hey, do you know anyone here?" Tara blinked and turned to face him. She nodded. 

 

"I-uh, yeah. I think. S-so I just became part of-- er-- a multiverse squad-- uh-- XDRS, they called it, and these are a few agents. Um.... Over there is Xander, that's Illidan, and that's Natsuki. I.... don't know anyone else to be honest." Kouji blinked, confused and very concerned. 

 

"Guess someone's gonna have to explain that a little more in depth later," he grumbled. The regal looking man-- Xander-- whipped out a cube and started talking to someone named Pascal. On his end, something popped out of the cube. His brows knit together, but why should he have any more questions that needed to be answered? He was already extremely confused about what was happening. He held the katana close, in the event someone was ready to attack. 
 

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Illidan, Lord of the Illidari
<Status: Stable>
<Location: Marketplace Jail>
<Agents: Xander | Raine | Natsuki | Bowser | Tara | Kouji>
<Other Participants: Nora | Carol>

 

Nora, Illidari Demon Hunter
<Status: Stable>
<Location: Marketplace Jail>
<Agents: Illidan | Xander | Raine | Natsuki | Bowser | Tara | Kouji>
<Other Participants: Carol>

 

Carol, Slayer of Miracles
<Status: Stable>
<Location: Marketplace Jail>
<Agents: Illidan | Xander | Raine | Natsuki | Bowser | Tara | Kouji>
<Other Participants: Nora>

 

Oh thank Elune, he wasn't freezing cold anymore and even the wounds sustained from the fight were gone. Illidan really needed to stop taking healers for granted; nasty habit, that was. "...thanks, Raine. Goddess, I almost got into a really bad mess with that one..."

 

He soon spotted that dragon turtle again. Wasn't that the same one from the earlier fight? Illidan never forgot a person's aura once his Spectral Sight caught it. This guy sure got around, and from what little of the conversation he caught, there was a tone of authority to his voice.

 

He was snapped out of his musings by the sight of Nora - his Illidari - and three younger people, who were now either speaking with Raine or sitting off to the sidelines. Nora handed out everyone's stolen weapons as he spoke (including that strange "taser" device Illidan had been told about earlier).

 

"A... unicorn horn? I can't say that I saw it; something like that would've lit up my Spectral Sight like a Winter's Veil tree."

 

Then the young blond girl spoke up - Illidan noticed that she had a very peculiar harp with her. "I didn't see it, either. Sorry."

 

...perhaps this time he should leave the situation to Xander. He was far more level-headed around the police anyway, and Illidan was sure that he'd end up getting them into even more trouble than they were likely already in. He hated being such a massive screw-up sometimes.

 

That's when he heard the dragon-turtle-thing speaking to them. "Hey, you! What's with you lot and your buddy all being from different universes?"

 

Nora took massive offense to the dragon turtle's tone. "How dare you speak to Lord Illidan that way, you--!!"

 

"Nora, stop. His tone doesn't anger me. In fact... I find it amusing, how he speaks to me as if he could possibly have any semblance of authority over the Lord of the Illidari." He then spoke words to the draconic creature that he knew he'd likely regret later on.

 

"Who died and made you king?"

 

~~

 

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Rayla, Alolan Prodigy
<Status: In Battle; Stable>
<Location: Kaden's Wares>
<Agents: Keaton | Anders>
<Enemies: Heartless (3 Neoshadows, 1 Soldier, 3 Air Soldiers)>
<Other Participants: Tsuki | Kaden | Selkie | Leo>

 

Tsuki, The Beast That Calls the Moon
<Status: In Battle; Injured>
<Location: Kaden's Wares>
<Agents: Ray | Keaton | Anders>
<Enemies: Heartless (3 Neoshadows, 1 Soldier, 3 Air Soldiers)>
<Other Participants: Kaden | Selkie | Leo>

 

Ray almost hadn't noticed the incoming healing from Anders. Then again, she hadn't expected other people capable of healing, only Pokemon. She could tell she'd be in for a load of surprises in this "Extra-Dimensional Restoration Squad" she'd gotten dragged into. Load of good the healing did, though, as the three remaining aerial creatures just ended up attacking Tsuki again. "Shall I give them another, Rayla?"

 

"Go for it, Tsuki! Zap those freakshows right outta the sky!"

 

And Tsuki did just that, aiming another round of Thunderbolts at the creatures. Hopefully this would end them for good.

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[Bowser]

 

Bowser ignored the attempted interruption. He wasn't talking to the other winged humanoid, and he wasn't interested. The first one was shutting his friend up, anyway. And then....

 

"Who died and made you king?" 

 

This horned humanoid thought he was so smart, did he? Bowser could practically taste the attitude in the winged creature's tone. The Koopa snarled and huffed a puff of smoke from his nostrils before baring his teeth.

 

"Think you're smart, huh? You're talking to the King of the Darklands. So how about you can it, smart mouth? Unless you're interested in telling me what I wanted to hear about." The demand to shut up was punctuated with a stiff swing of Bowser's tail. The Koopa clenched his right hand into a fist before opening it again, though it was still at his side.

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