The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

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Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton: Mindscape

To the great annoyance of the voice the slab was sliced through by Ton-Ton's knife, and the Tonberry turned and pivoted to slice through the other blocks as well. It kept sending more slabs of wall from each direction, but they were just slow enough for Ton-Ton to destroy before it got close.

What part about DYING do you not get?! Is it the squishy, painful part?! Is it the part where maggots consume your flesh just like they did to that damnable Harlot that gave you powers!? I could easily help you with that if you just STOOD STILL, YOU CRETINS!

A few trickles of sadness and kindness could be felt the more that Ton-Ton demolished the slabs of wall, and it was clear to our dear Cutie Bruiser and Gardevoir that something was trying to help them.

"very well then,
We appear to have had a misunderstandoing, but as you know as previous Captain, I shall not try to remove you however I can rely on you to not interfere with my plans, We shall stay on course to aperture, as Rugal bernstein is currentl;y unable to join me.
"Now then let's be reasnonable and negotiate, and please reutrn power to the engines as the Risig Dawnb has stopped and we must get to Aperture with all speed."
He was hoping someone had been smart with the AI of the Ship, he couldn't afford wasting toime with an AI that was stubbiorn or worse was programmed to dislike him, last thing he needed was more opposition.

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton: Mindscape

Ton Ton took note of his progress and continued slicing the falling blocks, and called out:

"I already told you! I fully intend to return to my Mistress! Dying would be a big stopper on those plans!"

As he leaped to the next block of wall and sliced; he spoke again, "What I don't understand is why you'd attack Ms. Jenny like that or why you get such a rise from possessing Mr. Devon! Obviously, Mr. Devon is in lots of pain, if you're able to have such a hold, Daemon! So, I will keep fighting until your grip on him is gone!"

Another slab sliced in two; and the Tonberry continued, "Besides, how could I face my Mistress if I did not help my friends?! NOW GET OUT HERE DAEMON, AND FIGHT ME YOURSELF! I TIRE OF YOUR PETTY DISTRACTIONS!"

This time, Ton Ton's voice held much more authority than before; almost compelling the Shadow to exposing itself. To it's dismay, it found that the Tonberry's lantern was glowing brighter than ever. It's vicious words had not broken the creature! No, if anything, he was emboldened and reminded of his purpose in this world; to find the one dearest to him. His threats only made the Tonberry fight harder.

What was this beast?! Why wasn't it able to break him?!

Mercy looked about the corridors of her current location with interest and with a bit of fear and dread that poisoned her muscles and kept her from moving with any semblance of her belonging there. How on earth she got there was as big a mystery as why she was there.

She looked up the halls and down the halls once again before she proceeded, looking at her Data Bracelet to make sure that she was still headed towards her target, her steps seeming to echo as she walked with a rather stiff gait, hours spent on a bicycle will do that to you.

Bicycle? Yeah, that's how she got there and the physicalities of getting aboard a dragon shaped space station via bicycle were as puzzling to her as it would be to anyone who had not taken advanced trans-spacial/trans-temporal bicycle building at the Mid Town community college. Mercy was a philosophy major and none of her courses even touched on the peculiarities of traveling through space and time aboard a bicycle.

"He-hello?" She called out as she checked her Data Bracelet again, making a right turn towards a room where her target was.


The door opened as she approached it and her bracelet beeped as she saw her target, laying on the ground unconscious.

"Great." She moaned as she approached the unconscious man. "Not only did I have to travel into space to deliver this package to you, but now I gotta wake you up? Just so you know, I'm not giving you mouth to mouth." She continued as she checked the unconscious man's pulse.

"Good, still alive." She said as she reached into her courier's bag, looking to see if there was anything that would help her.

"A snow globe?" She exclaimed in disbelief as she pulled out a snow globe from the bag, wondering what she could do with it.

An idea came to her as she unscrewed the bottom from the glass sphere and poured the contents onto the man's face.

"HEY! WAKE UP!!!! I'VE GOT A DELIVERY FOR YOU!" She screamed at the man, hoping that this was indeed Devon.

Dillon gritted his teeth.
"Listen very carefully right now. My family is in aperture labs being horribly tortured, we may not have TIME for Rugal to decide if my family is worth saving. but alright if you will enage in full speed to aperture labs once rugal explains that he gave me his word, to assist me getting my family back, I'll be quite on the issue.
for now WOuld you mind giving me full access to the traing room? I was hoping to practise on the way but since SOMEONE is delaying us I may as well get some extrra practise in."
Dillon made his way to the training room.
He was keeping incredibly calm when the AI reufsed to obey.
"Remember everyone is judging you now a days, you have to be perfect or they will tear you apart."
"Umm vermilion is it? please allow this vocal command
Activate storage vault, 606."

Dillon sighed he hoped teh AI would at least let him open his old locked up storage areas, there was no good reason not to.

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton: Mindscape

With its next move the Voice banished Jenny from the man's head, leaving her reeling as the Shadow went for a more concentrated assault on Ton-Ton as a few of the diced blocks went at the Tonberry.

You're dead, Tonberry. Just like that whore of a Mistress, Just like that dumbshit of a Convict Author, and just like that Blond Whorebiscuit that gave me the chance to finally kill this waste of an Author!

As the blocks continued to hurtle towards the Tinberry in increasingly frantic matters, the half-succubus began to appear in the ruined room and saw the Tonberry fighting off the blocks, and she saw glimpses of a graveyard beyond the wall.

So just do Everyone a fucking favor and shove that knife of yours firmly through your eye socket! Besides, we all know that Teri was the one that created you! You, my little shitstain are FAKE! Your memories Are FAKE! Your toys that you know are FAKE! And when you die here, YOU WILL DIE ALONE AND UNLOVED!

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton: Mindscape

So just do Everyone a fucking favor and shove that knife of yours firmly through your eye socket! Besides, we all know that Teri was the one that created you! You, my little shitstain are FAKE! Your memories Are FAKE! Your toys that you know are FAKE! And when you die here, YOU WILL DIE ALONE AND UNLOVED!

That struck a cord with Ton Ton for a moment, his lantern light flickering low. Was he really a fake? As far as Ms. Teri told him; the love he experienced from the Mistress was very much real; regardless of how it was created. But... That did bring up a very good question. Caim and Angelus came from a world of their own before Ms. Teri began writing for them. Ton Ton had no such privilege. His whole universe was imagined by the Author; as well as the rules that applied. It meant that it was partially her fault for his plight; which was something she DID apologize for in the Pub, and offered to fix. She said she was sorry about a lot of things... Didn't she?

But that still didn't answer the question of whether the Daemon's words were true or not. Was he a fake?

That was when one of the stray blocks (before Ella arrived) hit the Tonberry; and several others took their chance to converge on him. With a gasping cry, Ton Ton found himself on the ground looking up at the blocks falling his way. As they edged closer and closer, Ton Ton's thoughts continued to race,

"Does that mean my pact is a fake too? Will Cadolbolg die with me?"

But, if he was fake, how did he make that pact anyhow? If he died... Maybe Cadolbolg would keep living... Right?

"Does the Mistress really not love me? Are my feelings.... Fake?"

For the first time in his little life; the creature felt a pain unlike any other cut into his very being. It was as if a blade tore into his chest and was ripping him to pieces. It was as if his blood ran cold; and was beginning to freeze what was left of him. His breaths felt shorter than usual; especially when the blocks were beginning to land hits, one after another. He could barely move, he could barely think. No, thought was leaving him. All the Tonberry felt he COULD do was tilt his head back and wait for the oncoming deathblow. The lantern's light flickered ever so faintly, with only the sliver of an ember remaining...

"Please let this be a bad dream. Please let me wake up. I don't want to be alone. Mistress, please be here when I wake up. Please be here. Please."

Dillon removed the chainmail form the vault, as well as the bullet proof trench coat. He had used these many times as a set of armour. He entered the training room drawing red fear and dark Excalibur.
"Now then let's see if this works."
Dillon knew his mind had been altered by the AA universe, his id had become a potent entity that had once affected his lightening powers changing it, creating the horrible black lightning.

He guessed the already Negative energy in this blade would also be affected by his id.
He imagined what he wanted to do to the one who captivated his family, in the past he may have attacked imaginary Rugal's but now, suddenly that wasn't so compelling an idea.
The dark energy around the blade began to twist and writhe it was in fact responding to his id feeding it.
He focused the energy and the targets appeared Dillon's hair began to darken.
"Yes I can feel the dark powers growing."
he lunged at the targets, the dark blade sizzled as it struck them he promptly shredded the dummies to pieces, he moved as fast as he could eager to take them out as fast as he could, it took him about 5 minutes to take out all five un-armored targets however the training room recorded the footage.
Looking at the video helped him learn the affects of the negative energy, it was potent on its own but it had responded to Dillon, the energy when in contact with a hostile had a strange effect, he had guessed it would damage the targets but no such damage happened apart from the blade own sharpness.
"Hmmm, I wonder."
He looked at his hand.
"Maybe it'll show its effect on a living specimen. Whelp may as well do it I."
He focused cut his hand this time when the blade sizzled on his flesh he could a sense of coldness on his hand, but warmth spread onto the hand holding the blade.
"So, I can drain the life force of others into myself with this blade, no wonder that Cleric Teri found it appalling it's borderline Vampiric, I like that."
He laughed a bit insanely, this Sword not only allowed him to use his darker side, but by causing pain to others would make him stronger.
He set the training room to a much higher level, he wanted to push himself, he would need to get all the practise he could get not only with new sword but also without using Excalibur for wings or an increase in his speed, luckily he was still fast and strong on his own.
As he continued to shred the targets into confetti, he wasn't able to make use of the negative energy as the targets had no life energy to drain into him. However this also allowed him to get used to controlling his id, which was insane and sadistic but as he used it as a means to control the negative energy in the blade he soon found he could control himself while under this dark influence.

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape - Jenny can glean in on this

As the final block was about to smash the two, Ton-Ton could hear the slightest tune in the air.

It was the one his Mistress had played on her small music box the first night Ton-Ton had gained sentience. As it finished up, the walls disintegrated into nothingness, and the two could could see the the Shadow approaching them with a Livid expression on his face. The man, like everything else there, was completely colorless and wore a drab suit that looked like it was designed to not be noticed "I don't know exactly how you two shitstains got here, but it's too late for you two to save that worthless man anyway. By this time tomorrow, he'll be finding out exactly what happens to the human body in the vacuum of space!


"It seems the little dipshit that calls himself Devon isn't exactly too proud of himself . After all, because of him, he got everyone he knows wiped from existence. Not many people could find a way to screw the pooch so badly, but he did! So he went on and on, looking for someone that would, hear him out, help him out, or be his rock, some stupid shit like that. I mean, who would want to be around him? The kid could fuck up a wet dream without doing anything! You know it, don't ya, little Whorebiscuit! You knew he'd fuck up what ya were doing and dumped his ass. Now, I don't blame ya. He's boring as hell and desperate too! Way too stuffy for a lady of the night, after all."

In the distance, the two could see the man in a coffin filled with countless pictures slowly being dropped into an open grave. "Then again, everyone's most hated fuckup isn't a stranger to failure, isn't he? He was dropping the ball from the word go, and you can bet his family didn't let him live it down. After all, he was the fuckup son in between two athletic and intelligent sisters, and you bet your ASS he knew it every moment he lived. And now he can die knowing it too! Isn't it magnificent! He even gets to watch me kill the only two that even bothered to care about him, and then nobody will remember him."

Melethia, Akane, Hadrian, Aftan, Gabrielle, Jake, Slindis
"Lupito huh? Cool name dude. Thanks for the vote of confidence Slindis. I'm just sad I missed the fight. It was as if there is still another level above us... Well, cheers to the victors. You guys earned it." Jake said as he moved his hand to scratch behind the Dire Wolf's ears. After downing his toast, he pulled out his Compact PC. Setting it on the counter, he began touch typing furiously with his free hand.

>Initiate backdoor sec uplink CPC-Rising Dawn
>Seraching://Rising Dawn
>Rising Dawn found.
>Begin Handshake Protocols...
>Handshake confirmed
>Auth code: Vermillion
>User: Sgt_Jakeman214 accepted
>Query? . . .

>Send: "Hello Vermillion, how is our lady?"

"Wow that sounds amazing... We missed so much. You did well, and it looks like you enjoyed it. Do you know what the plan is now?" Akane said as she sipped her sake, for once.

She had no real reason to party, and had a thirst for information for once.

A.I. Vermilion/Jake long distance call/email thingy

Jake smiled at the bar as he read the message. Vermillion's replies were as fast as always. But he frowned upon learning of the return of Dillon. Suddenly, he had a new purpose. Memories of trouble began to surface...

His fingers flew again.

>"My apologies for being human, typing as fast as I can. Dillon has returned. I missed the space battle, was completely safe somehow, outside reality. Suspect Authors still higher again. Good to know the Dawn is safe and happy. Tell her I miss her too and I'll be back as soon as I can. I haven't heard any news of Mark, keeping my ear to the ground, I kinda miss the idiot.

Hold tight, don't antagonize Dillon or be prepared to feel his wrath. Dude's been AAing since before my time, and as such Dillon is made of pure bullshit tier powers, most earned, especially after I depowered him over 3 years ago. Mary sue bullshit was bullshit. I am making my way down as soon as I can. Send me your location.

Thanks, it'll be good to see you again Miss Vermillion."

Looking up from his typing, he once again set his gaze upon Slindis. She noted the abrupt change of his eyes. The pure blue of them sparkled with purpose and meaning, a far cry from the dull emptiness they held bare minutes ago.

"Slindis, any chance any of the Hagane's officers are here? I need to borrow a shuttle or the ship herself to get back to Earth. We are in danger of losing the Rising Dawn, to her own Captain no less. And if it wouldn't trouble you, could you deliver a message to Caim when you see him next?" Jake asked seriously.

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape - Jenny can glean in on this

As the final block was about to smash the two, Ton-Ton could hear the slightest tune in the air.

It was the one his Mistress had played on her small music box the first night Ton-Ton had gained sentience...

That song... It was the first thing Ton Ton could remember when he was 'born'. No, being born wasn't quite the right word. It was more like waking up from a long sleep, and everything around you was new. His eyes never opened in that time, things just began focusing into his vision. His first motions were awkward and flailing. His realization of what had happened was... Well, it was a shock. Lucky for him, he wasn't in the Mistress' grasp; or else he may have scared her half to death!

The next moments of adjusting to sentience was strange. He could remember all the times he shared with his Mistress before 'awakening'. He remembered being unwrapped from a postage box, and being reverently taken out from his stuffy prison; and the expression that the (at the time) little girl had on her face. Pure Joy. Pure, innocent joy.

"I'm going to call you Ton Ton! We're going to be best friends!"

And from there, the newly awakened Tonberry had a stream of the newly remembered memories flood his senses, surprising him and overwhelming his senses. He was careful not to make a noise though; for he did not want to awaken the Mistress... Which brought the question,

"Why am I alive?"

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape - Jenny can glean in on this

The Shadow laughed as the coffin started floating high in the air above a black pit. "Hold the fuck up, Hellchild. He can't hear a damn word you're saying now, although I'm more than enough to speak for him. Honestly, he hated you for relationship with your family and how casually you just fucking tossed it around. After all, if some fucking winged bitch could have their family, why couldn't he? He certainly may have hated his sisters, but even someone from Hell could have their family. If some asshole that slaughtered billions could go back to his fucking family and friends through a simple sorry, why couldn't he?! He certainly felt the regret for his fuckup, but nobody Magicfixed his problems. Then again, that man was someone people respected. Now for our idiot in the coffin there, he hasn't done shit compared to anyone around him at any point in time!"

Some harsh winds forced the succubus in the air at eye level so he could continue talking. "Hell, he even came here under the misguided assumption that he could actually change something by helping people out! Unfortunately, as he found, people only want someone like that around as long as it helps them out. Even you, Succubitch. Admit it, you only wanted him around because he busted your ass out of hell. So, after the deed was done, you had to be nice to him or else you'd be sent back. Now that it's all said and done, you're gonna keep up those tears that are as fake as your chest so you can keep that Friend Zone trapped. Just like everyone else, you're only going to be around as long as it benefits you and get the hell out of Dodge when he needs help."

The Graveyard started getting even bleaker as the Shadow sneered at Ella. "He gave in long before you came around, honey. The man already admitted that I'm not him back when he searched out that Healbitch your Dad's nailing for some help and didn't get a damn thing. But that's enough: Let's get this over with."

The Shadow started to shift around as the muffled sounds of Devon saying "No, Ella! That's not what I think, and that man's not me! You've got to believe that!" could be heard from the coffin floating in the air.

Melethia, Akane, Hadrian, Aftan, Gabrielle, Jake, Slindis
Slindis nodded. "I do remember seeing some machines like that in the Hangar. I'd tell the second in command first, especially when you have people like Dillon that attack people after the other person said to set their past aside for the greater issue facing them. Lieutenant Commander Browning's over there drinking with Strider Hiryu, and I will pass any message you have on to Caim. It won't be too difficult." Although Slindis didn't Elaborate, Jake knew from experience that the Paladin had to be referring to Rugal.

Nearer Akane, Melethia began recounting the space battle, and didn't fail to mention that she and Rugal had been in sister machines during part of the combat, and she went in depth as she recounted some of the ways in the combat that she had swiftly and painfully killed some of the angels after a part in the fight where Rugal had nearly been killed.

"Well, that Tomoya was supposta be punished, but he went on about how he was sorry, and they mighta just sent him back to his home. Dunno why, especially after what happened, but half of 'em didn't really care! Chumeaters..."

"... And after all that, all was forgiven and he was sent home? That is... interesting news... to say little at all." Aftan mused.
"Well, if Dark and faggy EmoDoucheTomoya can get away with all that, we should be scot free! Free I say! Teeheehehehehahhahahahahahahaaaa!" Gabs cackled Madly.
"Ara ara Gabrielle, have you forgotten yourself so quickly? Mele, all that is sugoi! I can not believe your story, yet it is true! I am saddened we missed such a grand battle, we would have enjoyed ourselves in getting lost in it I think. but what is done is done... And the party seems to be kicking right off. Shall we wait a bit more for the alcohol to work it's magic, little elf?" Akane said, winking.

"Thanks Slindis, but don't worry about me. I've beaten Dillon's author before, and he is an extension of that. My message for Caim is as follows: 'I have not forgotten my words, but it seems I have a new purpose for the time being. You will find me aboard the Rising Dawn, attempting to keep her long lost now returned Captain in check. PS-When is the wedding?' Thanks again. Hey Lupito, I do hope we meet again mate. Drinks on me, yeah?"

As Jake got up he tipped but a single mouthful of his remaining rum down the big wolf's throat before Slindis could interrupt. With a grin and a wink he moved far quicker than he normally would, seeking the safety of range against the Paladin. Coming up to the Lt Cmdr, he offered a handshake.

"Sorry for my dereliction of duty in battle sir. I would stay and party, but I have another ship to attend to now. If a command rank is still upon my shoulders, I hereby relinquish it to you. That weight off my shoulders, could I trouble you for a favour? A pilot and a shuttle to get to Earth, and the Rising Dawn."

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape - Jenny can glean in on this

The Shadow absorbed a good chunk of the Bard's energy as a large amount of armoring appeared on him covered with pictures of everyone the man had known or had been attached to him, which was a surprising amount of people for someone that had apparently done nothing of worth. "Look, if you attack me now, it's gonna end up just like with all those Seraphim, except this time you'll be fucking both yourself and your dumb fuck of a toy over. So just do me a favor and go kill yourself while you've still got the time. That Tonberry's gone, after all, so you're not getting any help at all. Here, I'll even let you move so you can do it. After all you'll be seeing him in hell anyway, so it's a win-win!" The wind coalesced into a pitchfork as the Shadow Devon firmly grasped it in his right hand, and it was clear that it expected Ella to kill herself.

Melethia, Akane, Hadrian, Aftan, Gabrielle, Jake, Slindis
Slindis shook her head as Jake ran off. "I'm going to send Lupito to your room if he starts vomiting! The slight scolding was filled with laughter, but Jake knew that Slindis would likely follow through on her promise/

Browning saluted the author as she shook his hand."I accept the command shift, and there will be a pilot there in a small transport. He'll get you to where you need to go, and he'll reinforce you should you need aid. It was a pleasure working under you for the short amount of time you were here."

Melethia's eyes lit up upon hearing Akane's last playful phrase."So, what'd ya put in it, Akane? I know that kinda grin anywhere..." It was clear that she wanted to take part in whatever the Kitsune was planning, and the small group could see Ensign Date eating some salmon and wild rice in the corner.

Jenny, Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape

"Why am I alive?"

The answer to that question came not long after Ton Ton had begun experimenting with his abilities of locomotion. In the corner of his eye, he saw movement; and then a tendril of shadow approach the one with whom he had taken residence with. Without thinking, the Tonberry yelled at the tendril, "Hey! Leave her alone!"

The shadowy creature in question turned to the Tonberry in confusion; wondering how that a stuffed animal was up and moving around. That was when instinct seemed to take over, and the Tonberry was upon the Dream Daemon as the mongoose to the cobra. As he fought, and was harmed for the first time (the Daemon was able to get a lucky hit on his torso), Ton Ton could recall watching the Mistress playing a game with him sitting in her lap. When one of her characters attacked a creature that looked just like him, she pointed and said,

"See, Ton Ton? These are what you are. You're a Tonberry. Well, you're special. You're nice, and don't like to hurt anything unless it hurts you. But look, they're about to do something nasty..."

It was during that battle that Ton Ton had first used Everyone's Grudge. The true potential of Chef's Knife would follow later on; when the circumstances were a bit more dire. But for now, the Daemon was vanquished, and the Mistress was undisturbed. Other Guardians like himself would later tell him that when the Daemons were combated, something about the world around them 'changed', so the Masters and Mistresses never seemed to notice the clash of battle around them.

Ton Ton sat there for a good moment after the Daemon disappeared, and then looked to his Mistress again. When he saw the peaceful look on her face, his heart was filled with joy. She looked as if nothing had happened at all. That was when another memory from his former state kicked in. It was the morning prior, and the Mistress woke up with a scream; clutching his form as she did so. When her mother came in to see what was wrong, the Mistress explained to her mother that a horrible dream overtook her; and it made sleeping nigh impossible for that night. No matter how much the girl begged her parents, nothing seemed as if it would help. Clutching Ton Ton's soft form, the girl cried,

"You understand, don't you Ton Ton? You always do... Please. You're the only one who listens."

He was borne from a wish, and the pure trust from one who believed in him. How could he not feel loved when he was charged with this task? HE was the one who was asked to be her Guardian, her Knight against the darkness of the realm of Shadows and Daemons. HE was intrusted with the secrets that the Parents could not know. He was Ton Ton the Tonberry, and he would not suffer the Daemons to hurt anyone every again.

Ton Ton's eyes focused again as this memory played in his mind, and noticed the large cube looming overhead. That's when he also heard Ella and the Shadow version of Devon talking, picking up this piece in particular,

"Look, if you attack me now, it's gonna end up just like with all those Seraphim, except this time you'll be fucking both yourself and your dumb fuck of a toy over. So just do me a favor and go kill yourself whine you've still got the time. That Tonberry's gone, after all, so you're not getting any help at all. Here, I'll even let you move so you can do it. After all you'll be seeing him in hell anyway, so it's a win-win!"

"... Mr. Devon. Ms. Jenny..."

Forcing himself back up on his own two feet, Ton Ton grabbed his Knife and his Lantern once again; knowing what he had to do. Leaping into the air once again; the Tonberry readied his knife. The block did not come out so lucky. When he was done, Ton Ton landed on the ground gracefully, the Lantern burning bright as he ran to Ella's side, and hit the pitchfork Shadow Devon was wielding with his Knife, causing an awful clatter to fill the air. The Shadow's eyes widened when he saw the creature so renewed and full of vigor. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?!

"I was born to protect the Mistress, and the Mistress put her faith in me! If that love is false, than I must be false. So what? What I feel I know to be real! What I remember I know to be real! She put her trust in me because she loved me enough to do so, and you can never take that away from me, Daemon! Now go back from whence you came!"


While Ton Ton and Ella fought Devon's inner demons, Jenny was starting to fade in and out from the pain Devon made her re-live.
Soon, the pain overwhelmed her and she passed out, falling limp on top of the sleeping author.
Still, with the psychical between her, Devon and Ton Ton intact, they were able to stay within the author's mind until they managed to get to the bottom of his troubles.


Rugal merely chuckled at Teri's lack of self confidence.
"Teri, There are many, MANY ways to kill a man with nothing but your hands and a working brain. You think you are the only person in the history of fighting that didn't have Muscles?..." He said, flexing a little as he did.
"Even if you can't do a push up, there are many things I could teach you. Death Touches, Pressure Points, where to hit, where not to hit. A good fighter uses his, or her, strength and drive in order to win a battle..."
He then leaned over and said "...A great fighter doesn't have to...
Though, I will admit, it helps at lot."

Feeling his PDA go off as Vermilion contacted him, he left the training room to take the call.
"Captain Bernstein, A "Dillon" has boarded the ship, He wants to authorize a rescue mission and to return to the post of Captain."

"...Bastard wastes no time, does he?....Okay, Shit...Hmmmmm...Uhh, Grant him access over his own ship, though I'm not certain if the rest of the crew would accept him as a Captain after his repeated transgressions in battle..."
He glanced back at Teri, practicing her new move, working on getting it to hit the mark.
It reminded him: He'd have to leave them soon anyway...
"....Vacate the post of Captain...This was only until the war was over anyway. If the rest of the crew wants him as Captain, so be it...Rugal, Out." He said before closing the feed.

Unfortunately for his "Family", he made his choice to Slindis's ultimatum.
AIM would live on, with or without him and best they suffered the evil they knew.
Still, he had tonight left, he was going to make the most of it.


Browning felt like he was watching a car crash in slow motion as he introduced Hiryu to the joys of drink.
With expected results, his face mask now being worn on his head like a "Gangsta" bandanna, his uniform all messed up, his spikey hair now a mess of clumps as he rambled on and on.
"-So he was all like "Well, that's not how a ninja looks!" And then I said "...Well, when did you ever see a Ninjahahahahahah-HAH!" He slurred as he patted Browning on the back hard enough to make him spill his drink.
This was going to be a long night...


All the while, Blade was laughing his ass off as Hiryu seemed to be even worse around Sake then he and Jenny were.
"Oh man...HEY! WHO HAS A CAMERA?!" He shouted to the crowd, prompting a wave of lightbulb flashes that would haunt Hiryu tomorrow morning....

Rising Dawn
Dillon completed his training session; he had more or less nailed down using Dark Excalibur.
He exited the training room. After showering to clean off the sweat and rehydrating himself he figured he was as ready as he could have been for the rescue, however he didn't want to go in alone.
"Vermillion would it be at all possible to see if there were any nearby heroes? I'd rather not storm the castle gates alone."
He fiddled with his iPod, maybe not entirely alone......
He sat in the lounge of the Rising Dawn. He had a moment to think, a plan was forming in his mind, but the problem was this.
He was in a world that near as he could tell, was borderline hostile to him. He would have to ensure he didn't make any sort of mistake.

Melethia, Akane, Hadrian, Aftan, Gabrielle, Jake, Slindis
Meeting the salute, Jake smiled. "Thank you Captain. The Hagane is truly a wonderful ship and I"m sad I didn't get to lead her to battle. I'll only borrow your pilot and his shuttle as long as necessary, I'll send him right back. Thanks again, and good luck and good hunting."

Jake turned and spun on his heel, making his way out of the bar and party towards the hanger bay. He entered the manned shuttle that was there and gave it's pilot a friendly handshake. "G'day mate. Captain Browning has kindly loaned ya to me for a short hop to the surface and back, one way for me. Our destination is the airship Rising Dawn, at these co-ordinates." Jake said, showing the pilot the co-ordinates Miss Vermillion had sent him.

Akane smiled. The elf couldn't be faulted for her enthusiasm. "No little one, not yet," she said, shaking her head, "everyone is sharing their own drinks, and there are already several lightweights here. What we do, is quite simple, we enjoy ourselves and wait for the alcohol to take it's effect. Then we will be free to act." Akane said, sipping her own drink.
"Whilst I would like to watch the madness you three will sow, I feel tired and shall retire to our room. The same as last time we were here, you should all be able to find it without trouble." Aftan spoke. She did have something on her mind that needed peace and quiet to think about.
"Oh? Hmm, well, yes, rest would be best for you then my love. I will make sure Gabs does not cause too much destruction."

Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape
After the pitchfork was knocked down, it faded off into the ether as all of the tombstones from the graveyard began floating around the Shadow in circles at a high speed in multiple layers.

"Damnit, why do none of you just keel over and die?! Nobody loves you two, NOBODY! So stop putting it off like little fucking kids that need to bathe and drown in the fucking tub!"

The Shadow sent a few dozen tombstones at the Tonberry, hoping to silence it. However, even though Ton-Ton managed to slice through them, the Shadow didn't seem affected by it at all. Unseen to the two fighting to rescue Devon, though, the pictures associated with the destroyed tombstones changed into a small amount of dirt.

Browning, Blade

Browning gave a jovial laugh at the lead Strider enjoying his brew. "Oh, I could tell you some stories myself! It all starts with these two cocky teenagers breaking into someone's house and having the balls to tell the head man there that his choice in food sucks, and it gets hilarious from there!" Either the man couldn't handle his drink, or he was one of those drunks that happened to be a storyteller.

Melethia, Akane

Melethia smiled as she pokes Gabrielle on the side. "Don't worry, miss. We'll still have lotsa fun here! They won't know what hit 'em." She pulled out what Gabrielle recognized to be quite potent explosive charges, even if they were quite small. "Miss Akane, teach me all ya know. Heck, we might learn somethin' from each other!"

Jake, Pilot

"No problem, Sir. I'll get us there quicker than getting up the Snake Eater Ladder!" He began punching iu the coordinates, and before long, they were at the Rising Dawn Mark 2.

"As the Lieutenant Commander said, Sir, I'm under strict orders to protect and serve under you until the issue with the Rising Dawn is fixed!" The pilot delivered an impeccable salute as they got ready to disembark the Transport that fir in very well with the updated Rising Dawn.

Garm| Rugal | Teri

When Rugal walked back in; Teri was in the midst of charging another Reppuken, this time from her 3rd level slots. As she concentrated focusing the spell energy in her hand, the Tablet spoke up,

"I thought about what you said a moment ago, before you got that call... REP-PUKEN!"

Another burst of energy streamed from her hand, and, finally, hit the burnt spot that she had been aiming for since practice began. The Cleric gave a whoop and whirled around to Rugal,

"I'm in, as long as you're willing to teach me, sir."

Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape

Ton Ton began a similar maneuver to when the wall began to fall down, and started hopping from stone to stone; slowly making his way to Shadow Devon. The Lantern glowed brightly, a reminder of the Tonberry's renewed faith,

"I'm not falling for that again, Daemon! I remember my reason to live, and it does not involve anything you say!"

Browning, Blade, Hiryu

Blade laughed as he saw the state the 2 men were in as he sat his master down in a seat in order to limit how much damage he could do while drunk.
"Go on. I like where this is going..." The Pokemon said as Hiryu began grabbing at his bottle of sake.
"Oi! Get your own!"
"Ohhhh....That's a fine way to treat the man who raised you..." Hiryu slurred back, clearly offended.

Rugal, Teri

...Goddammit, what have I done?... Rugal thought, knowing that the news would crush her, he shouldn't have let himself get too attached.
"And I am willing, But Tonight is a time to unwind...Besides, While I'm not going to lock you in a pitch black room and fire arrows at you, It'll take years to master what I have to show you and frankly, I'm rather tired after all we've been though fighting Tomoya." He said, Rare footage of Rugal actually not wanting to spar.
"Now then, shall we get to the party food while there is some left?"

Dillon was in the lounge.
"Hmm company? However I was given no warning which means that they're expected, well then may as well be a good acting captain and introduce myself."
Dillon quickly arrived at the Hangar waiting for the new arrivals.
"Welcome to the Rising Dawn," he said bowing low out of respect.
"I'm sorry to say the current Captain is not present so please accept I the Former Captain to say Welcome on behalf of the ship, is there anything I can help you with?"
Dillon tried his best to sound persuasive; he didn't exactly need another potential ally turning on him.
He hoped being dressed for a fight, a black bullet proof trench-coat didn't harm the impression, his chainmail at least was underneath his clothing making it more secretive and the mail didn't rattle around loudly.

Rugal, Teri

"Now then, shall we get to the party food while there is some left?"

Teri was surprised by Rugal turning down the want to spar; but did not complain. Instead, she gave a nod and said, "Yeah, I did promise Mu- I mean, Ms. Slindis I'd take five after I was done with my tasks..."

Her hand wandered to the amulet for a moment as she said this, being reminded of the absent Archangel. Perhaps Hell was partying on account of a former agent of the Lord screwing up royally?

After that train of thought, she realized that she had trailed off, and continued, "Right, food! I wonder if they have hot fries..? Well, it doesn't really matter, I guess... I could poof some. But enough of these trifles! We must make haste, Mr. Bernstein! Our munchies depend upon it!"

Hurrying on to get the door, and Garm taking his position as seeing eye dog, Rugal and Teri began their 'epic quest' for munchies.

Rugal, Teri

Tch...Kids... Rugal thought, smirking at Teri's sudden enthusiasm for food.
The pair of them set off, soon entering the main hall where most of the party was taking place.
Rugal paused for a moment before they entered, letting go of Garm.
....Alright...Just a little bit of focus and... He said as he appeared deep in thought for a moment.
Before Teri could respond, he managed to lead the way towards the food court, using his "Energy Sense" as a kind of guide.
While it would take some getting used to, Rugal quickly found that it was viable means of replacing his sight as he effortlessly avoided several hazards and spills to reach his destination: The Sauerkraut Balls.
"Heh...Nailed it." He said smugly as he picked up a plastic plate started to search for his target with his sense of smell, not having as much success.
"....Or not..."

Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape

The shadow began throwing more tombstones at the Tonberry, and Ton-Ton recognized some of the names there: Ton-Ton, Jenny, Ella.

"Go on, Little Knight. Try to hit me! You'll just save me a lot of time since this shithead will be taking the damage, not me." Something about the way the Shadow held himself told Ton-Ton that it wanted him to attack the tombstones, and it might be a bad idea to do what it wanted.

Meanwhile, the other tombstones that had been destroyed converted more of the pictures into dirt, and For some reason, Devon felt off at the same tine. He couldn't quite place what it was, though.

Browning, Blade

The Vice Captain of the Hagane glared at Blade. "Never mess with a man's alcohol during a celebration." After that snap, he continued telling various stories, including one where a man tried to ram a ship that had a drill on the bow.


She felt that the party was starting to die down and walked out of the room. Although she knew that leaving Melethia be wasn't the best ides, she trusted Akane to keep an eye on her. Before Long, she met up with Rugal and Teri.

Rugal, Slindis

After some trial and error, Rugal finally found his target and munched on a Sauerkraut Ball skewered on a cocktail stick, still wondering where they got German cuisine from.
He paused as Slindis entered his sense range and turned to greet the drow.
"Good Evening...I don't know much about this organization but I do respect their skills and resources, not many people can afford to keep a station like this running, let alone a secret..." He said as he finished the one he had on his stick before using it as a toothpick.
Remembering the fact his face was covered in bandages, he added "They are just for sake of looking tidy. I'm perfectly fine otherwise. So...Tell me, after "Saving the World", What's next for you? Travel? Recreation? Training for the next conflict?" am I going to tell her?...

Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape

The shadow began throwing more tombstones at the Tonberry, and Ton-Ton recognized some of the names there: Ton-Ton, Jenny, Ella.

"Go on, Little Knight. Try to hit me! You'll just save me a lot of time since this shithead will be taking the damage, not me."

Ton Ton frowned, and continued dodging his way around the tombstones; still keeping his advance to the Shadow well on his priorities. As he passed around, he noticed that some of the destroyed tombstones did in fact bear their names... There was his, one with Jenny's, another with Ella's and one with Teri's.... What was going on here? This, along with the words the creature said bothered him; and he called out to Ella, "Miss; don't attack the tombstones! Something's funny bout them! You focus on getting Devon out of that there coffin in the meantime!"

Rugal | Slindis | Teri

As Rugal dug into his treat of choice, the Cleric was pleased to find that skewers of various meats were on the menu; and grabbed several for herself and her wolfy companion. Wandering back to Slindis and Rugal; the Cleric happily munched on a beef stick as her Tablet spoke for her, "Hullo, Ms. Slindis! Enjoying yourself?"

Slindis would be happy to notice that her student seemed to have finally relaxed, for once. Perhaps the task she ran off to do went well? That, and she saw how her wolf companion was already being spoiled... Didn't they tell you feeding canines table scraps led to begging?

Dani was cut out of the picture, but stella was worried. "Ok, please stop you two, that's enough." She said stepping out in the middle of the battlefield. "I don't want to see anyone get anymore hurt." She said, each side showing sides of battle.

Phoenix had regrown damaged portions with a few scratches and a large portion of Soul's deck in the graveyard.

Soul nodded. "You're a worthy fighter." he said before he reverted back to his original form and everything went back to normal, save for the wounds and scratches they each received.

Dani meanwhile had picked up a slight energy spike outside the base, but there was nothing on her scanners. Phoenix's items came, the mask and his projection suit that would make him appear normal to others.
"Soul, i'd like you on standby, Phoenix, here are your items, on the way out, have stella report anything odd outside of the base to me. That's all." she said and the items were set out before phoenix.

Stella looked at him concernedly. "You ok?" she asked him.

Dillon nodded, he turned to Jake.
"Thank you vermillion,"
He turned to Jake.
"Well Jake knowing that I'm at Aperture I was hoping to have some heroes by my side but I guess the only backup I might be getting is you, I don't know you and you may not know me but I have my family to save. If you want to help I'd be grateful but it's your choice, I'm leaving once I get my swords.
With that Dillon headed back to the lounge and started strapping the swords to himself Dark Excalibur on the left hip, Red Fear on the right and Excalibur on his back.
He then got on the rest of his battle armour, leather gloves with a metal band hidden inside the knuckles, a prescription set of shades that would adjust to the light but conceal his eyes, a set of steel toed boots with metal plates on the front.
He headed to the Hangar he hoped Jake would agree to assist that would give him a much better chance in his assault on Aperture.

Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape

Since it was distracted with sending even more Tombstones Ton-Ton's way to get rid of him before he did anything else annoying, it really didn't have the time to focus on getting Ella out of the way. As she wound back for that first punch, the pictures shifted around to show Kurumu smiling in an attempt to unnerve Ella. By this point, Devon was clearly getting more sluggish in his attempts to escape. Another disturbing fact was that due to the maelstrom of tombstones, a good deal of them were crashing and colliding into the other, causing more and more pictures to shift over to soil.

"I know you two dunces were known by this fuckwit, but you don't have to be exactly like him. SO get this shit right and DIE!" As Ton-Ton was surrounded on all sides by the tombstones, Ella could see small bits of frost forming on the chain that attached the coffin to the Shadow.

Slindis, Teri, Rugal

Slindis responded to her pupil first. "I'm holding up well, although these kinds of parties all blur together after heading to so many of them. Of course, this is the first one without any Warforged here as well, but the principle is the same." Dimitri overheard the question and pulled up an image of what a Warforged was from various sources on the internet.

She then turned back to Rugal and stroked Lupito's fur with her right hand. "Well. this kind of situation pops up a good amount from what little I've seen, but I'll try to work with Teri and the others hereto keep an eye on things here. After all, from what I've seen, drow are a very rare sight here, and there's hardly any way I could smoothly integrate."

Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn
Time: There are no more tags!


A long sleep it was, and one of great restfulness. The magical fire that swirled about him, burning the humanity that he had sacrificed to kindle the flame, leaving nothing but the pure white ash at the base of the planted sword. This was a bonfire, and the source of all power for a Undead creature such as himself.

The fire restored his body, and the ash restored his mind. That acrid pinch of soot livened his being. His gold hair rolled down the nape of his neck and down his shoulders, which where quite well muscled from his years of survival. His skin bore smooth, as fresh as a newborn's. The Manus Catalyst lay to his side, the old wood rewound through time, and it's dark essence was still as unnerving as ever. Through two whit eyes, the Father of the Abyss looked out at his conqueror, and in fact both scorned and adored his successor. Lucieon stood up, placing each foot tentatively against the cold metal of the ship hull. His body was wreathed in robes now, a customary rebirth. In a blaze of mystic flame, those too burnt into ash, and his regular traveling clothes fell upon his once bare frame.

The blonde merchant-medicine man smiled and picked up his Catalyst before starting a slow toward the Canteen. After all, while the Undead did not indeed need to eat, there was a difference between eating for comfort and enjoyment and eating for sustenance.

Devon, Ton Ton, Ella: Mindscape

"I know you two dunces were known by this fuckwit, but you don't have to be exactly like him. SO get this shit right and DIE!"

Ton Ton continued ducking and weaving around the tombstones; but found that with numbers, the weak could become strong. In this regard, several tombstones converged on our little Tonberry buddy and elicited a cry of pain from the creature. However, this only meant on thing. Ton Ton looked directly at his assailent, lifted his lantern and choked out,

"Sorry, proffessor, I'm afraid I don't understand the question. Everyone's Grudge!"

And the shadows from the lantern began to grow....

Slindis, Teri, Rugal

Teri nodded appreciatively at the picture that Dimitri pulled up and looked to her master again, "You traveled with a sentient golem? Sounds interesting..."

She finished off the beef skewer and began working her way on a chicken/vegetable combo skewer; and wandered to get Lupito one of his own. The wolf had worked to keep her behind safe just as much as Garm did during the battle with Shaun.

Avatar Adventure
Location: Canteen - Rising Dawn
Time: :(


The firs thing that struck Luke as he walked into the Canteen was a sudden, soul-crushing sense of loneliness. Eris was not before him, sitting cross legged with her great-sword across her lap. Her smile curved into that beautiful little red bow. LiuFang's ghost didn't flicker in and out of the light as he tried to remain enigmatic. His straw hat was gone, and so were his eastern robes and his shining katana. They had never spoken a word to him, and yet he longed to hear their voices again. To start in pantomimed conversations in the reflection of the bonfire.

They were ghosts to each other, and yet something deeper than blood bound them together. It was a strange thought indeed that he could be even more lonely as he walked free from Cataclama than he was trying to climb out of the shadows and back into the Light. Upon this thought Luke mused, obstructing the doorway as he thought. Habits one picked up in the infinite lonesome of the Dark city seemed to fade slowly when reintegrated back into society...

He was alone in a sea of souls.

The Sea of Chaos
Location: LoN's Parlor
Time: Distorted

BlackHarte | Nessaj | Red Mage

"For what reason have you taken this creature from his rightful reward and planted him in a plane that would be conducive to nothing but torture?" BlackHarte was deathly serious, his eyes told the tale of his great annoyance, and the great absence of his patience. The three men sat over a small decorated table in a small tea and coffee shop. Red Mage held tight to his cup of raspberry rum as he studied BlackHarte, who himself brooded over a thick black cup of sugared coffee.

Nessaj smiled idly at the Lord of Nightmare's as she worked behind the counter. His small china cup was filled with a fragrent eastern tea.

Red Mage answered darkly, "You know well that there are people from his world called Abysswalkers. Humans and undead that have gained the power to travel the Sea of Chaos without corruption."

BlackHarte glared ever onward, "Those who make pacts with the beasts of the Abyss, yes." He placed a hand on a fresh muffin and brought it to his mouth, gently breaking off the crumblings atop the pastry so that the baked blueberries rolled onto his tongue. Nessaj saw it fit to pick up one as well... and then slather it with honeybutter.

"Only the strongest of the Abysswalkers will make it here. I did not merely pull a single man from the realm of the Dark. All those who cross will be sent to this world," Red Mage finally divulged his work to the cause of his 'probation.'

BlackHarte was indignant, he threw the rest of his muffin at Red Mage and caught the Magician straight in the jaw. "Not to mention all of the Warriors of the Sun, Chaos Servants, Princess Guard, Darkmoon Blades, Forest Hunters, Gravelord Servants, and FUCKING STONE DRAGON COVENANT IDIOTS YOU ARE ALSO LETTING INTO THIS WORLD! ALL OF THEM COULD HAVE A COVENANT WITH THE ABYSS!"

Nessaj grunted, "Settle down, Chaos Servants not bad. Just misunderstood. They care for the Fair Lady."

"You only say that because you're a alumni of the Chaos Servants!" BlackHarte snarled back. His usual stoic and calculated nature gave away into unbridled anger and emotion unfitting of the small companion machination he once was. The power of the Stone of Dark was a scary thing indeed.

Red Mage picked up his cup and sipped a small portion from it before answering coolly, "you yourself should know first hand the power of humanity. Let them pour into this world. Maybe we will finally have something interesting happen. And given time, even the most sinful creatures can be freed from that crystalline prison."

"If I could have a word," Nessaj intervened, placing his butter-laden breakfast back onto his bread plate, "the sudden influx of Undead will require a great deal of bonfires to be lit. Not to mention sustaining such a large population that so readily require humanity, is not an undertaking that their world can handle." Nessaj finished articulating his current thoughts and resumed the buttering of his pastry.

BlackHarte sat down again and took a long drink from his coffee.

"Needless to say they will acquire a great many souls and humanity from the dying of that world. The naturally fatality rate of humans is more than enough to suffice for even the greediest of the Undead. All should be well according to my plans."

BlackHarte slammed down his mug, completely finished with his sugary beverage, "Chaos. You're betting everything that Chaos will sway the events toward your favor. Is that it?"

The Lord of Nightmares waved her hand and a crystal golem tore itself from the wall and poured BlackHarte another cup of coffee.

Red Mage interlocked his fingers and placed his chin on them while looking back at BlackHarte with all seriousness, "I do, and I respect that Chaos will do what it feels best."

The Chaos Knight grunted in agreement as he downed the buttery disasterpiece of a pastry.

Avatar Adventure
Location: Canteen
Time: :(


How he found himself sitting at a table and chewing idly at a leg of lamb was as much a mystery of Luke as his appearance in this world. But that was of little importance. His eyes were glued to his Book of the Guilty, a roster of all the other Abysswalking Darkwraiths in the current realm. And a bit of panic rose in his chest as he watched the number climb higher. More and more were breaking through the Gate of Oblivion. And undoubtedly not only did his kindsmen reach this world, so did all of his mortal enemies.


Hadrian frowned at the empty bottle of Jagermiester that sat on the bar. With a huff, he grabbed the bottle by the neck and let what little alcohol that remained drip into his mouth. Wiping his lips, he set down the bottle and leaned an elbow on the bar, examining the various bottles that were littering the shelves.

"Hey Gabrielle, mind joining me over here?" Hadrian said out loud, addressing the Shadow Knight that sat at one of the tables behind him. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. "It's getting a bit too quiet for my liking."

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