The Mythological Phenomena Department

The Mythological Phenomena Department (M.P.D) is a scientific venture Agency dedicated to the understanding of any abnormal phenomena in the relation to Mythos and Hyper/Superhumans. They practice a more humanitarian and unbiased method of Containment, and are known to be the most 'clean' Agency to register with. They specialize in scientific research regarding weapons, defense, and containment methods, as well as being an Agency known for promoting understanding and logical approaches to the 'Mythos Problem'.

The Department
Whatever Ayakashi was expecting, he did not expect what found when he arrived at the M.P.D. Headquarters. A large university like building sprawls out in front of him, no flat out obvious measures of security seem to be in place. Upon arriving on the grounds, a group of thirty security personal arrive to greet him. One of them, a captain, looks Ayakashi over for a moment.

"You're the visitor from M.C.C.P?" He asks in a strict, but non hostile tone.

Ayakasi: I am, sir.

The captain nods. "I see then, Mr. Issac doesn't like to be kept waiting. Come with me." The captain leads him inside, and the interior only seems to reinforce the university or college feel, rather than a containment facility or a Mythic test lab. Everything seems surprisingly open and not hidden.

Ayakashi: Clean place you got here.

"This place ain't all roses and smiles either. Under the facility there is a large labortory and below even that, there's a containment facility for the... ...uncooperative ones. If the bill is passed, this Agency will probably be the most fair of the lot to sign up for. At least the most clean. They're more interested in subjects they don't have good information on, so if you're a Myth with some special power, they'd probably take a shining to ya. I don't know specifics, but from what I understand, you could drop a nuclear warhead on this facility and it wouldn't dent the defenses of the facilities below. What this Agency lacks in numbers, it has a surplus of brilliant minds."

The captain leads Ayakashi to an elevator, after they reach the top, they appear to be in an office sector. At the end of the hall, there is a sign that says, 'Director and Head Scientist, Issac Kurk'.

"He's waiting inside. Don't worry, he doesn't bite. But he is a bit off." Ayakashi: So is The Admin. but then again, that's an understatement. *enters the office*

Upon entering, he sees a complicatedly messy large office, with a blonde haired brown eyed man working diligently. Without even looking up, he takes a yardstick and taps a rather comfortable chair.

"Sit down, it's softer, and I'm not deaf in that ear." He says shortly.

Ayakashi: Something a great man named Willy Wonka once said. *sits in the chair* I was told you had questions for me, sir?

"Correcto. Also, it's Issac, not 'Sir'. The only people who say 'Sir' are the people begging for their job after I catch them eating ice cream when they're supposed to be giving lectures. I don't pay those old geezers to sit there and eat ice cream. I pay them to be professors and teach, racism be damned.

Now, tell me in exquisite detail your encounter with Inga. Mannerisims, behavior, how she moved, habits, anything. She's a top class interest at this facility and I'm personally interested in her case. Namely how a mere human can be born with what is estentially a logical form of omnipotence, minus being omnipotent." He says in an impatient voice, snapping his fingers immediately after finishing speaking, as though to say, 'hurry up'.

Ayakashi: As far as I know half her moves were improvised and the other half planned, so she was abit hesitant to act with messing herself up, so she was rather thorough. Another I find personally, is that she feels that she is abit clingy to family. Overall she looked calm but I felt her unease, as if trying to fly under the radar before and even after she had made herself known, but I can also see she relies to much on her own abilities, cause even after she had escaped us twice, she did not return from where she came, but she still continued to look over her shoulder. She holds a grudge a against us for the hunt. She is temperamental aswell as to be so rash to throw meteors at things when I told her no harm would come to her. So that also leaves room for her being somewhat mentally insecure.

Issac tsks. "The thing about someone like Inga, if I've read my research well enough, is that what may seem like plain old random moves, is actually always a coordinated plan. With the ability to see far in advance what anyone is going to do, not only is Inga not rash, but is actually according to theory, a master tactician. How exactly did she use her powers, offensive or defensive?

As for the grudge, that would make sense, considering the incidents have been repeatedly M.C.C.P. and other Agencies being attacked or involved. But like I said, what may seem rash to you is probably a calculated move. Causality users have to know the cause and effect of any action. As far as I'm aware. If that is the case, don't you think that the whole time, it was you who were being rash, considering your target? If someone can tell what you're going to do and what effects it will have, they could completely decimate your offensive.

But... I don't think it's perfect. Her defenses I mean. Don't you think it's strange how she didn't just didn't stop the events from happening? Like simply undoing the soldiers coming before they even came? Or you for that matter. If she had a perfect system, she could effectively counter any offensive before it began. Don't you think so?"

Ayakashi: I believe she knew what would become of any action, then why did she come here despite the trouble her presence would cause? For me, she can be the smartest tactician in the universe, but that doesn't mean she thinks things threw they you she does. That's something called 'carelessness', but like I said before, she relies too much on her powers. Also I feel like you know more than I do about your target, and you weren't even out there, nor were you recording it, cuase if you were, you would've known what to do and I wouldn't be here.

"The investigation of Inga Kankei and the power of Causality has been ongoing since the War started, kid. She's kinda big game. You know about Exima? She's probably more dangerous than him. I'm not the only one who's been studying this. I'm lucky to have gotten my hands on the information that I know. However the knowledge we have on Inga is limited at best. We don't know how she thinks, plans, or her weaknesses. I'm largely projecting you see. We know what Causality is, it's just we don't know how it works. If we did, I would have gotten the girl by now.

With something as lethal as her power, she only needs to react, to think. ...That's a thought... ...anyway. You didn't answer the question about what specific moves she did. She had to have been doing some manner of attack."

Ayakashi: She was defensive more than she was offensive.

"Interesting. Out of curiosity, was she always looking at you?"

Ayakashi: For all I know, she could've been doing that then, now, and later.

Issac flashes him an irritated look. "I mean, physically, was she constantly looking in your direction?"

Ayakashi: Yes. Probably to see if I would sniff her out and bring her in.

"...I see. And yes, you can smack him now, Clare." The hard end of a heavy book smashes him in the head, his assailant a woman in a black business suit with white gloves, white hair, and turquoise eyes. She looks at him with contempt, then walks to Issac's side.

"Oh, sorry. This is Clare Kurk, my secretary. She's my cousin. And she hates Myths. She's brilliant, but was going to waste her talents on cooking school. I could not stand that for a moment, so I arranged for her to be enrolled as an Agent. Now not only is she becoming a genius, she's also incredibly strong too, one of my best Enforcers. Oh, and sorry about the book. I was afraid she was going to pull a switchblade on you or something. She's got... ...temper problems."

Ayakashi: It will take more than a book. If I weren't a weapon for an agency, especially as strict as the one I work, I would've torn her to bits the moment that book touches the surface of my skin. So that must be some raw contempt, almost like Exima contempt, only less controlled.

"Well, you're just lucky she's not allowed to be armed while off duty. It's more like stress relief. Also, if you did kill her, you would be joining her in the after life very soon, might I just say. Don't blame her though, her upbringing was... tragic, and we'll leave it at that.

Though honestly, Clare can hold her own with some of the best of em'. She may be human, but I can promise you, this Agency's humans have perks. Some pretty big ones. I'll leave it at that."

Issac thinks for a moment. "*sigh* In any case, you are free to go. If you would LIKE to look around, you may, though Clare must escort you."

Clare glares at him. "Why should I have to walk the animals?"

Issac gives her a cool look. "Clare, I swear I'll modify you again."

She narrows her eyes. "You wouldn't dare..."

Issac has a smirk. "I wouldn't huh? Well, watch yourself for the next week."

She reluctantly looks at Ayakashi. "...I am told to give you a tour of the facility, if you so wish to linger." She says in an irritated flat tone.

Ayakashi: Sure thing. If it postpones me from having to scolded before The Admin. before I get back.

"This is revenge for the book, isn't it?" She grumbles.

Issac has a mischievous smile. "Have fun, kiddies." He says as they walk out.

Ayakashi: You can start showing me from this floor, up.

"Up is the Board of Director's area. No admittance," She says dully. "I doubt you would want to be on this floor either, it's full of just offices. The floor below us is the General Public Education Center, it is aimed at enlightenment regarding Myths and to create more understanding of what the Myths actually are. It has some interest value." She says as she walks. Were it not for her strict and open dislike tightening her expression, Clare would actually be more lovely in appearance.

Ayakashi: It's obvious what we are. Just monsters from children stories.

Clare rolls her eyes. "No you're not. Dragons have been cited in the Bible, not to mention I very much doubt children would come up with the idea of Dryads. I'm pretty sure that was the fault of some desperate men wanting a lovely lady. Though who knows? One thing is for sure though, don't even start with the degrading self crap, it's my job to do that, not you. You go on and just be your good natural self, you know, the kind that eats children and kills innocent civilians for sport.

We also have the Mythos Education Wing. Like we need beasts to know how to count to ten..." She mutters. "Oi, Clare. Quit the bad talk. He's our guest. Do I need to report you to Issac about bad behavior? You know what he's going to do if you disobey him again, right?"

Clare rolls her eyes. "Oh, you. Simon, mind your own business." She addresses a man with white hair and grey eyes. He wears a white vest with a long black jacket with orange designs on the ends. He wields a large spear or javelin type weapon. He appears to be human, but rather strong, as the javelin is heavy looking. He eyes Ayakashi with a neutral gaze.

"I'm Officer Simon Lee Johnson. Simon for short. Another of the Enforcers here. However, I follow regulations. All officers are to be impartial..."

"...In all manner of on duty operations. Which, does not count when I'm working my main job, Simon."

Simon just shakes his head. "She's really a good person, once you can get past her prickly attitude."

Ayakashi: Sounds like you'll need a jack-hammer to get through that wall. Maybe even something stronger than that.

Simon begins to walk off. "Behave, Clare. You know, considering the modification Issac did to you as punishment for your past behavior, you should really tone it down. Take care." He walks out of sight.

Clare watches him go, then rubs her temples. "Anything I've described of interest, or are you going to keep wasting my time?"

Ayakashi: Do you have like a training room of sorts?

Clare looks at him. "Well yes, in the Facility. You're not one of our agents, so no. Definitely not allowed."

Ayakashi: I know. Just wanted to see if you had one.

"Well, we do. We have a gymnasium, but it's not for combat training." She adds.

Ayakashi: Then just for regular exercise then?

"Yes, that's right. Why, do you want to go there? As long as you don't break any of the equipment with super strength or something, I don't see why that wouldn't be allowed."

Ayakashi: Please, I wouldn't break if I couldn't pay for it.

"Well, if you want to, it's down this hall." She points to the far end of the hallway. "I am sure you're at least somewhat capable of finding the way out on your own, or are you going to need me to take you out? If not, I need to catch up to work."

Ayakashi: You go ahead, I'll find my way around. *begins to makes his way down the hallway, then stops and turns and walks the other way* On second thought, I need to get back to the facility. There are more things that need to be done and the talk is over. I'll be on my way. Thanks for the tour *walks out of the building*

After he leaves...

"Secretary Clare, please report to my office, now. I have some things I want to discuss with you."

Clare rolls her eyes, then makes her way back to Issac's office, and sees the rest of the Enforcers.

"What's the occasion?"

Issac looks at her calmly. "We're going on a hunt for the witch of causality, Inga Kankei."

Phone rings

His face looks exasperated. "One second..." He picks the phone up and makes his trademark double tap.

"Can I help you sir? Was about to debrief for a mission. Is this important?"

The President: Yes it is. I have called to inquire that all agencies are to cease any form mythic containing activity as of now. Due to recent events, Neo Pangea and its defenses are allying itself with the Admonition to fight back against the organization responsible for the near destruction of our dear nation. I repeat: You are to cease any mythic containing activity as of now. That is all. *hangs up*

Issac remains silent, holding the phone in a tight grip. "Oh you did not just do that you little... ....ffffffff....."

"He hung up on you again?"

Issac's eye twitches. "Oh, yes he did... *cough* well, only one thing to dooooooo...." He casually starts typing on a computer.

The President's Office...

An email pops up on his computer screen with a: ":D" in the message box. As he watches, hundreds of the emails begin popping up in seconds, until his computer crashes. When it reboots, the following message says:

"Next time, don't hang up."

The computer has no further issues.

An email pops up on his computer saying: ''I'll stop hanging up when you become President of The Nation. P.S. I have a laptop too.''

"Ok Captain Rude" Is his response.

He turns to his gathered agents. "Well, good news and bad news. Bad news is, we're not to go hunting Myths. The good news is: he said nothing about criminals or hyperhumans. So, in other news, we're still a go on the operation."

"You do know he's going to get mad at you..." Clare mumbles.

"Yes, but considering I keep out of the red, have not been responsible for questionable morality related experiments, and mostly do what I'm told, he ain't got much to complain about. Besides, it's a matter of public security and research. Now here's my thesis..." He begins to explain the current information as well as strategy to deal with Inga, but shuts off all electronics just in case a tap or wire is in the room, to avoid any prying eyes.

The Hunt
Clare and Simon get off of a boat, somewhere in the northern territories. They stand by the entrance to the docks, waiting for the other members who would be joining them... specifically, the one they refer to as the Weapon Agent. The agent in question had earned the name, due to him being one of the strongest Myth Enforcers in the employ of the M.P.D.

"When's he going to get here?" Clare asks Simon in annoyance.

"Last I heard, he was bringing a new recruit."

"Great, last thing I need is a newbie messing up this operation." Clare says sourly. A paper airplane bonks Clare in the head.

"What the- where did this come from?" Out of curiosity, she opens it to find a message saying, 'We're here.'

She looks off in the direction of the plane's trajectory to find a man with long green hair and ice blue eyes and a tux and light brown tie, wearing a soft smile. He has a notepad in his hands, which have white gloves. He quickly scrawls a message and throws another plane. This one reads:

"I am Lux R. Sigel. Doctor Lux, Director Lux, which ever suits you best. I bring a new recruit who will be joining us today."

A figure wearing a tengu crow mask with ragged and dirty clothes with crow wings coming out from his back appears from the shadows of the plane.

The doctor looks at him, then back at the others a few times, before making a quiet sigh. He takes out a device and starts typing, and a robotic voice soon says, "Would you please mind introducing yourself? Also, didn't I tell you to get some decent clothing?"

Clare looks at the figure cautiously. "...Who, or what is that?"

The doctor tsks. "The new recruit. ....If he would gladly speak, it would be appreciated." He types.

''The figure removes the mask and reveals a handsome man with brown hair. The mans simply smiles and waves.'' 'Go-ni-chi-wa', fellow enforcers! My name is Torikkumasutā. *puts his mask back on* And your names are?

Simon looks him over for a moment. "Officer Simon Lee Johnson of 1st Division. My partner is one of the Elites, Clare Kurk. From what I gather, you're a Myth right?"

Torikkumasutā: Yulp. Sure am. Yokai-Tengu class. A crow tengu to be precise, not those long-nosed looking fools like the rest. Nice to meet you, partners. *puts his hands out for a hand shake*

Simon takes the hand readily. "Please to meet you, but I'll warn you Tor- ....Can I just call you Tori? You have a really long name, no offense. Also, you'll have to forgive Clare. ...She's racist against Myths, she only puts up with them long enough to work with them. Don't expect her to warm up to you."

Doctor Lux types again. "Well it's unfortunate that is the case, as Mr. Torikkumasuta is the replacement partner for Miss Clare. He's being transferred from my Division, he lives closer to the First Division than the Second, so it's easier on us and him for him to be assigned here."

Clare's face seems to fall with his words slightly.

"...."

"A problem?" The Doctor asks, the way he responds somehow conveys aggravation.

"...No sir."

Torikkumasutā: I am not particularly here to make friends, but to do a job. If she does not require me to be around her, I will respect her space and steer clear of it.

"Issac and I expect you to get along. Your job requires you to trust, respect, and cooperate with your partner, regardless of opinion. This mission in particular is of high importance to the M.P.D, so you'd better put aside differences." He sternly replies with his machine.

Clare looks like she wants to protest, but doesn't. "...Understood sir. I will... ...try my best."

"Good. Start by standing next to each other."

She reluctantly stands next to Tori.

"Alright then, so you are aware, we will probably have one or two more agents joining us today, so please wait a little longer." The Doctor nods with approval.

Torikkumasutā: Sure thing, Mr. Lux

Clare stands silently for a while, before eventually looking at the Tengu. "What's your story?" She asks reluctantly.

Torikkumasutā: Not much. My mom tried to eat me before I had hatched, but my father stopped her. They were in a tight space for business. My father owned a fruit stand and everyone loved my father. He was a people person and I would always be proud to be his son, but as I grew, I started gaining new interests, such as what is happening on earth and traveling to new sights, plus my family isn't doing well financially anymore, due to my parents growing old. Father paralyzed and my mother has arthritis in the arms. I do this job for the sake of providing for them. But before I could come here, I needed the proper training and on my travels, I encountered the Scyther, a master of the arcane arts. He trained me for 'round about a year in the Way of the Arcane, that and my twin tanto katanas. Now I'm here to support my family, while at the same time fulfilling my ambitions and while helping M.P.D fulfill theirs.

Clare thinks for a moment. "Sounds like you've got some good training. Glad to know that my partner isn't incompetent."

Torikkumasutā: What of your story then? Assuming you're in the mood to tell me.

"Hmmph."

After a while of waiting though, a slight slip of her attitude seems to occur.

"I'll tell you, but I don't want any pity. If you monsters could have emotions, that is. Got it?"

Torikkumasutā: Sure thing, partner.

"...I am the cousin of the First Division's leader and head of the entire Department, Issac. But before I was a part of the organization, I lived with my parents. Five years ago, a Myth entered our home and killed my parents. He then came after me, I tried to hide in my closet, but he found me anyway. When I ran away, he called out to me with my name. I didn't want to stay in that house. I wanted to run. Get away from my parent's killer. Yet he had this beautiful gentle aura, it intoxicated my mind and bewitched me into a peaceful state of mind, it took away all my strength and will to fight.

When he thoroughly had bewitched my mind, he revealed his true self, a vile being with strange angel like wings. He was black as oil, had a shiny skin like it too. There was... some kind of tail which he stung me with, and afterwards he released me from the aura and allowed me to run, but he followed. He was playing cat and mouse. This continued for several minutes, until to my horror, I began to change. He had infected me, you see, with a power to become a Myth. To my horror, I was becoming a... thing like him. ...If it wasn't for my cousin... ...I don't know what would have happened. But since then I've been with the D.M.P. Issac refuses to let me live my own life, he keeps me at the facility.

....And every year since the incident, it takes less time for a Mythic Transformation to occur. It mainly happens in fights with a Myth, if it weren't for my control collar, I'd probably start morphing on sight with a Myth."

"...The Virus Incident. We've not heard of such a power. To this day, Agent Tori, Clare's case has been a top priority. We haven't told any other Agency this incident happened. If they did, they're probably sieze Clare and try to find out for themselves about the Westlake Virus. From what we can tell, it a Variante." Doctor Lux speaks up with his device.

Torikkumasutā: Variantes, the morphing shadows. Did you know their bodies are far more malleable than any Myth on the planet naturally? Well actually...you might already know that...nevermind.

Simon facepalms as Clare's face tightens. "Well, cue the death threats..." Clare's eyes instead whip toward Simon. "Hey, quiet. I don't need you to give me a reputation."

"That's true, her reputation speaks for herself," A girl's voice speaks out. The group turns to see a girl with bluish black hair and an officer's uniform, with a katana strapped to her back.

"I'm Isa A. Lee, Secondary Officer of First Division. Oh, and this charming fellow is my partner, we named him Leo. He's a Junior Officer, like you, Tori. Behavior problems, not so much ability issues."

The blond haired man with cat ears scowls. Unlike the other officers, he's not taken any effort to go in a uniform. Blazing gold eyes size Tori up.

"Sup, birdy?" He jeers, earning a swift smack from Isa.

"Ow! I told you to stop smacking me like that!"

"I told you to stop being rude, you'll never get anywhere like that." Torikkumasutā: No need. I am basically a birdman if you think my physiology. I mean come on, I'm wearing a katasaru mask for goodness sake. Couldn't be more obivous.

"Spare the rod, spoil the child."

"HEY!" Leo retorts with a snarl.

"You going to deny it? Then stop acting like one."

"Tch..."

"Anyway, we're here, so what's the mission? It's not usual that a full Enforcement Squad is called out. What's the occasion?"

Doctor Lux starts typing.

"Today's mission is the capture of Inga Kankei, authorized by Director Issac Kurk. You will receive a telepathic message concerning your role in this joint operation."

''Clare, Tori. You will be the first pair leading the assault on the Dread Witch. Understand that the Witch has the power of Causality, so beware going in big. Your role is distraction, while our main offensive sets the stage. If we do this right, Inga won't even be aware of what's happening to her until she has already been subdued. We're hoping to do this quietly. Don't disclose any strategy or your role to anyone other than your partner. Do what you feel is nessisary, but do not stay longer than needed. Each team is to pull out once I specifically instruct them to. Understood?''

His voice comes across in their minds as an equally robotic tone as his device.

I understand, Director Lux.

Torikkumasutā: Yes sir, Mr. Lux.

''Alright everyone. You've gotten your orders. We'll be flying overhead to the target, who was sighted recently in this city. Once we've found her, you will be sky diving down to a nearby location. ''

Everyone, proceed to the plane.

Torikkumasutā: *boards the plane first*

Clare and the others join him, and begin preparing. Clare is seen strapping on body armor and selecting what look like experimental weaponry.

Torikkumasutā: *simply meditates as a light outlines his body*

As the others begin their preperations, the plane takes off and after a while, begins to circle the city. A tense few moments go by, with no signs of the target. Finally, the Doctor indicates a person walking through the empty streets, the sun has only just risen, and most people are still sleeping.

"Our target, Inga Kankei, the Witch of Causality. Pink hair and eyes. Like we were informed of. Clare, Tori, make your way to her after sky diving to the adjacent city block. We don't want her to see you. Not until you're on the ground."

Clare sighs. "I hate sky diving... ...wait, why doesn't my uniform have a parachute?"

The doctor smiles. "Ol' Issac gave you wings a few days ago."

"What?" Clare growls sharply.

Torikkumasutā: Parachutes? Hmmm... they sound bland and safe. *opens the hatch and is launched out into the sky above the city*

"Reckless idiot."

"Off you go now," The doctor playfully pushes Clare out, she tumbles and flails about for a few minutes, before glowing blue wings rip out of her back into being, slowing her descent.

It takes her a moment to relax, however. "I hate when people modify me without telling me..." She grumbles, slowly attempting to control her wings.

Torikkumasutā: *lands in an alley and adjust his mask*

Clare ends up landing in a tree, and gets her wings caught in branches, and starts struggling.

"Oh of all the...!" She grunts, then gives up after a minute or so.

Torikkumasutā: Now to lower suspicion. *takes off his mask and clothes until he's only wearing his sumo underwear and pulls out a Chinese sitar* Torikkutime. *puts his mask back on and heads out into the streets*

"Oi! Help me get down from here!" She snaps. "And put your clothes back on!!!"

Torikkumasutā: *looks up into the tree* Oh, hey partner! *waves* Do you like what you see? *does a model pose*

Her face burns scarlet for a moment, and a knife impales itself in his mask, the blade stoping just short of his eye.

"Put your clothes on and help me out of this tree already! What if someone sees you like that?!"

Torikkumasutā: Come now, partner. No need to point knives at each other (unless ordered to). Then they'll be speechless cause they'll be to busy marveling at my body or look at me oddly. They'll see me as some foreign weirdo entertainer. I'll blend right in. Well...more or less, but they won't suspect much of me.

She gives him a pointed look. "And everyone sees wierd people wearing masks and cloaks these days too. You're a public officer, you don't need to blend in, except in recon. This isn't recon. Plus looking at you like that is weird ok, so put the damn clothes on!"

The wings, still snagged on the branches, are starting to get pulled to the point it's starting to hurt her.

"Ow ow ow!"

Torikkumasutā: It's called 'stealth'. The less she knows, the better chance we have. I am to keep and eye on her without her suspecting she is being watched or followed. Cause if we watch her from the shadows or the rooftops, she's gonna get the feeling she's being followed, thus, putting her guard up. We want to surprise her as possible. The more she's off guard, the better chance we can bring her in. My blending in will only keep her guard down even more. One moment longer. Whether it's recon or not, a mission is a mission. You must succeed in any means necessary. *kicks the tree from the base and Clare falls to the ground* You hanging in a tree for one would cause her to be suspicious. *turns and walks away* You watch her the way you do, and I'll be watching her from the crowd like a hawk...or like a crow for that matter.

"...Ow! ...Geez, why did I get landed with the newbie? And a MYTH on top of it... great... You know, it's also called TEAMWORK!"

She catches up and grabs him.

"We aren't the capture force. Obviously, there seems to be an underlying plan the Doctor came up with, and he's sending us in waves. Put your clothes on and get ready to engage, that's an order, junior officer Tori. Plus, no sane person runs around naked like that, not to mention there's no crowd right now, it's just now sunrise. People are still sleeping. We still have to find her, so some caution is nessisary. And if you think you can back talk me, remember who is the Elite, and who is the guy just starting out in this Division. Now come on, we have a witch to fight."

She cocks her guns and loads them, then peeks out at the streets. "Not over here, good. Let's go."

Torikkumasutā: It's ok, my sitar. We'll play another day. *puts his clothes back on and follows behind her*

They carefully look over various alleys, and then eventually after stepping out into another main street, they hear a tap of feet as someone lands on the ground behind them.

"It seems the Agencies really are are trying to try my patience." A soft woman's voice speaks up.

Torikkumasutā: Oh look, she found us. Probably shouldn't have be walking out in the open like we did.

"I knew you were here the moment you landed. You removing your clothing drew my attention immediately."

"We were looking for her anyway, what does it matter?" She turns, to see a girl with pink hair and eyes.

"Wha? Well, I guess appearances aren't everything, aren't they, Dread Witch?" She says as she points her guns at the witch.

Torikkumasutā: Not every witch has to have warts on her face or have a crooked nose. And I doubt gns will do any good, that or their not ordinary guns.

Clare notices the witch is observing their weapons, as though analyzing unseen data.

"Huh... like the boss implied."

Torikkumasutā: Could you blame her? Who wouldn't study their opponent's arsenal?

"She isn't just studying the arsenal... She's observing our future moves..."

Torikkumasutā: Hm. I feel like their should've been a better plan than us confronting her head-on.

"Too late now, eh? Shut up and let's get started." She fires a burst of energy from her gun, and Inga dodges with surprising speed, but makes no counter attack, and Clare continues the attack.

Torikkumasutā: *shrugs and his body glows a darkish blue. He rushes Inga and throws a series of kicks and punches at mach speed, but can't manage to touch her until one of his punches manages slide past her face*

She ducks past the last punch and slides in toward him, then manuvers off to one side, and when he turns to face her, he feels a sharp cut on his cheek, and he realizes she's stolen his katana.

Torikkumasutā: *licks the blood off his cheek* Huh..I imagined my blood to be alot sweeter...eh, whatever...*pulls out his other katana*

Inga leaps back as a grenade lands near her, then rolls away from a series of beam shots from Clare. Inga scales up a building, coming to a rest on top of the roof. She looks at Clare intently.

''More to this one than is let on... there is a seed of corruption, one she violently detests... if I made it grow, her mind would collapse and allow me to dominate her. The other...''

Her eyes rest on him, analyzing him.

Torikkumasutā: Hm. Might need to ask her for my katana back.

A few arcane glyphs begin appearing around Inga, and they begin to fling themselves at Tori, exploding on impact with any physical object.

Torikkumasutā: *raises his hand at the glyphs and they circle around him. The glyphs turns into darts and begin to fling themselves back at Inga*

Inga makes a shield of glass, which deflects the darts before shattering.

Torikkumasutā: Now that I've found you. Would you be so kindly as to return my katana? Assuming you are kind.

"No, I rather think I'll hold on to it, thanks for the present." She says with a coy, mocking smile.

Torikkumasutā: Eh. I know spells. I can just conjure up a new one. Go ahead, keep it. your welcome.

Without warning, a fireball detonates right on him, blowing him into a building.

"So do I. Only I cast more or less in an instant." She ducks from a punch from Clare, then repeatedly dodges a volley of them.

"You have a lot of bitterness in you. You're human, but only just. Something holds your infection back, doesn't it?"

Clare flinches and in that moment of weakness Inga delivers a nasty blow to Clare's stomach, and she crashes into a wall.

''She knows even that? That ability is just wrong...''

Torikkumasutā: *is about to dive bomb Inga*

She jumps up to him and with a wind enhanced kick, smashes him into Clare, who just recovered from the impact.

"OW!" She yelps.

Clare realizes that it's just Torikkumasutā's clothes but not Torikkumasutā.

Torikkumasutā: *comes up from behind Inga and pegs her in the back of the neck with the heel of his foot, making her hit the ground. He lands on top of her with a great crash* Ta-da! *steps off Inga* If you plan on shooting her, now's the time partner.

Just as he lands, she disappears and they suddenly exchange places, him on the ground and her standing unaffected, just as Clare shoots him in the lung.

Inga teleports back up to the rooftop.

"Silly fool."

Torikkumasutā: *is right behind her* No. I'm Torikkumasutā.

Inga claps her hands together, and a hurricane level wind flattens several whole city blocks and blows them away.

As Inga dusts herself off, she is suddenly impaled by a massive spear, Simon standing behind her.

"...More...?" Inga coughs up blood, gasping.

"I slipped in while you were distracted with the two of them."

"I see... no wonder, they were just the distraction." She pulls herself free of his weapon with a gasp, teleporting to the other end of the blast zone.

Simon helps the two to their feet.

"You two alright?" He asks.

Torikkumasutā: *laughs* Terrific! *brushes himself off*

Simon nods, then sprints after Inga, to her amazement, he closes the distance in mere moments and suddenly smashes her into a building before she can react to his speed, leaving her stunned for a moment, before pulling out of the wall and dodging just in time as Simon stabs the area she just was.

''He's fast... almost too fast...!''

Torikkumasutā: So we just leave it up to him then?

Clare looks at the shot wound. "You ok? Sorry that I shot at you partner. As for the question, we should try and help however we can. We don't know what she'll do next."

Torikkumasutā: *looks at Clare all confused* What shot? *looks at his bleeding chest* You mean this one?

"Umm, you didn't notice you got shot?"

Torikkumasutā: I was to busy trying to distract the target, if she wasn't already distracted enough. *strokes his hair back, noting to his body*

Clare smacks his mask. "We got more important things to do than worry about your looks. And did you take your clothes off again?! What are you trying to do, be a perv and a monster?"

Torikkumasutā: It's called self-esteem. Besides, positivity is healthy for the heart and mind. Also, monsters go 'Roar!' I go 'Wheeee!' As for a perv...what is that? Does it have something to do with my body?

"...You know, I would say something about that, but I'm not." She says as a massive fireball nearly strikes them.

Inga has stepped up her attacks, launching fireballs and various spells, lighting, wind, fire, earth, the elements are all flying as she battles with Simon, having some difficulty holding him off with his speed.

Torikkumasutā: Heh. Look at 'em go! I can literally see blurs! Ah it hurts my eyes just to watch!...Ow!

Inga scowls as she gets laceriated off and on by Simon's blades, then finally creates a shockwave and repels him. She puts her hands to the ground, and a massive summoning circle forms.

Torikkumasutā: Never liked circles. *land outside the circle and puts his hand on the circle and blue light spreads all across the summoning the circle*

A spark of arcane magic zaps him the moment he touches it, launching him back. A massive sphere of lava, metal, and earth begins to grow at a massive rate, quickly becoming larger than most of the buildings in the area.

Clare looks spooked.

"Is that... what I think it is?!"

Torikkumasutā: *rubs his head* Ow...

The Enforcers regroup, Simon looks up at the sphere as it becomes a massive metalic dragon with molten lava pouring out of its skeletonal body, anything flammable in a mile ignites in flames as it roars to life. Inga floats harmlessly to its head, unaffected by its extreme heat. She gives them an insane glare, her eyes have turned red.

"''Die..." ''She growls.

"Well this just got much more difficult," Simon sighs.

"She summoned that thing? Isn't that the same creature that created several new volcanoes not too long ago?" Clare gapes.

Torikkumasutā: *looks at the beast* Gojira?

"...What's that?" She asks Tori.

Torikkumasutā: The King of Monsters...

Clare seems distracted. "Sir, with all due respect, I do not want to turn ''into that thing!!!" ''She snaps, as though talking to someone.

Torikkumasutā: I would be so honored to turn into him...*gets on his knees and begins to bow at Hitomara* All Hail, Gojira. All Hail, Gojira..

She glares at him. "That isn't a famous legendary beast of Japan or whatever, that's a psychopathic volcanic dragon that blew up several cities!"

Torikkumasutā: That is exactly what Gojira would do! Only know he's being used by the witch. *shakes his fist at Inga* Release Gojira, you vile woman!

The dragon suddenly lets out a massive blast of pure lava at the Enforcers.

"I am Hitomara, and I obey the Dread Witch of my own desire! I will burn everything!"

Torikkumasutā: *shields them in an energy field* By Goodness graciousness! She's possessed him! We must defeat her and free Gojira!

Clare slowly thinks. "Wait, Godzilla? Are you talking about Godzilla? Godzilla doesn't exist, those were just movies!" Hitomara sends a wave of lava at them again.

She looks up at him and twitches. "Gah! Issac, you bastard! You really did turn my collar off, didn't you?!" She moans in pain, as large metallic scales begin to grow out of her skin, blood trickles from her scales as they grow out of her skin, and she gnashes her teeth, which are visibly sharpening and elongating. Besides the pain, there is obvious anger in her eyes, as her body is changing against her will.

Torikkumasutā: Partner! What's happening to you?

"Didn't I tell you?" Her voice has a edge of a dragonic growl to it, and large metal horns are growing out of her skull, her finger nails are ripping out long and large, becoming metal as they grow, her hands and feet become monsterous in form, the metal growing thick, too big for human hands.

"This is what that bastard did to me all those years ago," She growls, her eyes begining to glow red. "He infected me so that when I look at Myths, my body begins to change to become that type of Myth. It gets faster, more painful, and lasts longer each year that passes. The scales should have taken thirty minutes, by last year's standards."

A large metal tail grows out of her pants, and the back of her shirt rips open to reveal massive dragonic wings.

"This is why I hate Myths, because they made me a freak like them!!!" She roars, her voice less human, mostly dragon, with a rumble of fire. She begins coughing up burning blood, as her insides begin to melt into molten rock, most of her skin has become pure white metal scales, under them a red hot glow is begining. The air is hotter around her now. Clare's transformation has made her appear almost a perfect blend of humanoid and dragon, and she's growing larger too.

Torikkumasutā: Not all of us are like that. I mean despite your bitterness towards us, I was still willing to work with you. I'm sorry this had to happen to you, but you probably don't desire any sympathy from a myth. I'm just letting you know, that myths and humans have more in common than you think. There's always a good and there's always a bad.

What's left of her now tattered clothing burns away, as her transformation slows down then stops. The interior of her body glows with a hot molten glow, she rumbles with her pain and rage.

She looks back at Tori angrily. "Monsters are monsters. That's all I am now. A monster meekly trying to retain the humanity she already lost. There is nothing worth loving in a monster." She growls, then launches up at the dragon in a feral roar.

The dragon laughs with amusement. "''I see a powerful spirit within thee... thy is not born of the fire, but thy possesses its spirit... I am delighted!" ''He roars in turn, letting out blasts of fire and lava at the Dragon-Clare, who seems unaffected by the blasts, and furiously begins clawing at its face.

Hitomara manages to swat her away, and attempts to stomp on her, but she manages to hold up his foot, and with a mighty roar of her own, manages to toss him aside into the nearest standing buildings, a colossal strength in her small in comparison form.

Torikkumasutā: Sorry, Gojira! We'll free you, I swear! *runs over to Clare's side* Is the plan to still fight them head-on?

The dragon gets up rather quickly and roars, though there is an impression that it was an amused laugh.

Inga meanwhile has a small smile of amusement, which suddenly changes as she unexpectedly has a tired look and is for some reason looking like she's struggling to stay on her feet.

Clare reflexively swats Tori with her talons, nearly breaking his ribs when he gets too close. She makes no intellegible answer, instead merely launches herself toward the dragon again, in a breserker rage.

Simon runs up to Tori.

"She's probably going to be like that and worse, if she has a stage two change. She has a poor control over herself when she becomes creatures like dragons, the savage side is too strong for her to handle."

"Come on, we'll come from the side."

Torikkumasutā: Alright I'll be right there...just let me crawl there first....*begins to crawl*

Simon pauses and holds Tori still, then takes strange bandages and begins applying them to Tori's chest.

"Sit here for about five minutes and let them heal you. Then we'll go."

Torikkumasutā: Sure thing, 2nd partner...

Inga looks strangely as though she is starting to doze off, her head nodding.

''W...what is...? I'm... so....''

Inga barely manages to dodge from Leo, who kicks Hitomara into the ground with extrodinary force, who suddenly is unsummoned. Isa soon joins him on the ground.

"Well, looks like the beast has been unleashed!" Leo cackles when he sees the transformed Clare, who has grown even bigger and is starting to undergo a second stage of evolution into a full dragon, occasional groans echo from her as she changes.

"It...h-hurts...."

Inga lands on the ground, stumbling a bit. Her body is barely able to stand correctly, so great is the mysterious effect on her. Her eyes look like they are becoming listless.

Torikkumasutā: Die, witch, die....Free Gojira...Ow....

A strange pink energy starts flickering around the witch, but it falls apart and dissipates, as Inga begins to teer and finally collapses, eyes momentarily full of fear, before slowly beginning to close, and Doctor Lux appears from the shadows, smirking when he sees the collapsed witch.

"Good work, everyone. I knew if she paid too much attention to the battle, she wouldn't notice the sleeping gas I was pumping into her. By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late... I had already caused her mind to sleep... she fought of course, but her mind was too unfocused to reunited its efforts in time. Now we possess the Witch of Causality... let's take this one back to the Division." He picks Inga up, placing a Inhibitor on her neck, then opens her mouth and injects a massive blast of gas into her mouth, as she makes a final desperate cry, before she is fully put to sleep by the Doctor's gas, falling into a very deep sleep.

The plane descends, and opens up to allow them to board. Clare seems to be returning to human form, slowly, though her clothes remain gone. She has reverted to her dragon-human stage 1 form, and that form is slowly breaking up, slowly revealing human skin as the transformation begins its slow and painful reversal.

Torikkumasutā: Be free, Gojira...Be free...*looks over at Clare* Welcome back, partner.

Her scales and teeth revert to normal, but Clare looks at her hands and feet, which remain clawed and taloned. Her large horns remain on her head still, as well as her wings and tail.

"I've not been back since I first transformed... ....and someone please get me clothes before I die of embarassment..."

The doctor throws a uniform at Tori. "Dress her and be quick about it." Clare's face burns deep red. He places Inga into a special capsule and attaches a breathing tube connected to large containers of the gas, which begins to pump more at a steady rate into her. The capsule closes, concealing her from view.

Torikkumasutā: Ummm....isn't she old enough to dress herself?

"That uniform is made for dragonic Myths. It fits differently than for a human. She won't know how to put it on. You'll have to help her. Stop whining, besides, she's not as mentally sound as she appears..."

Clare is staring at her mutated body, particularly her tail, trembling with revulsion.

"Do it before she has a breakdown and starts trying to unprofessionally have surgery done on that tail."

Torikkumasutā: Why do that when I can simply cut it off? Alright...let's finish this...

After Clare is reluctantly assisted into her clothes, she immediately retreats from everyone else and stays at lonest corner of the plane, curled up and silently crying.

The others get in, and the plane prepares to take off.

Torikkumasutā: *gets his mask clothes and katanas and heads aboard the ship. He sees Clare in the corner and goes up to her* It's ok, partner. Remember that your part of a team that's here for you. I guess I'll leave you to hae some 'you time' *goes over to his seat*

First Week
The Enforcers stand in Issac's office, and dismisses them one by one. Issac has Clare stay in the room while he asks Tori his report of his first assignment and his thoughts and opinions on his new partner.

Torikkumasutā: Overall, the mission was awesome! HAHA! I can't believe you guys do this for a living! I'm utterly thrilled! My partner is abit hasty, she has a few problems regarding her transformation, she's all around a fine and decent partner.

This doesn't appear to have been the answer Issac was expecting, as he raises an eyebrow, then looks at Clare. He then looks back at Tori.

"Err... you sure you don't have any, errr... complaints? Comments about behavior? Anything like that? Any concerns, even a question or two? Also, speak in this direction," He taps toward one side of him. "I only hear out of that ear."

Torikkumasutā: What's to complain about? I flippin' saw Gojira! Who would complain about seeing Gojira? But if anything, my partner seems to have abit of a issue with what's she's become and such. But regarding question, I only have 2. 1. What do you plan on doing with the witch? And 2. Do you have a training room?

"We intend to study Inga Kankei's power, if possible. It is our intention to contain her, and prevent her from being a menace to society any further. She has caused too much chaos this past week alone. This week was a great triumph for the organization, and I have no doubt the Admin will seeth with rage this day that it was our lesser funded organization that values and respects its fewer staff that triumphed, while his organization bumbled around like the buffoons they are. I may just have a drink to celebrate. Then mockingly call him and taunt him, rub it in a little. Then get somber and feel the regret later.

As for the second question, yes, Simon should still be close by, he can take you to the training facility."

Torikkumasutā: Ok. Thank you Mr. Isaac. *gets up and leaves the office*

Issac looks toward Clare. "See yourself to the surgery room, I'll be down to help get you back to normal soon, ok?"

She quietly nods.

"Listen, I promise, I'll find a way to fix this, or at least, make it easier to control. Have faith in me, alright?"

She tearfully nods again, then departs, not saying a word to Tori, too emotionally fragile to speak.

Simon watches her go. "A troubled one, she is... take care of her, aye?"

Torikkumasutā: *thumbs up* Sure thing, 2nd partner. Hey partner, wait up! *walks after Clare*

She quietly stops, but does not turn to acknowledge him or speak. Her tail swishes in discomfort.

Torikkumasutā: I know you're going through a very tough moment, but you don't have to go through it alone. I'm not doing this particular to be liked, but because we're partners and partners will always have each others back.

"...Why are you trying to be kind to me, when it will get you nowhere? I hate you, yet you feel compassion for me, at least sympathy. Should you not hate me in kind? You do not know what I'm going through is like, so how could you begin to understand what I'm going through?" He tail swings in agitation, her fists clench when she feels it moving.

"I can't stand it... ...what this curse does to me... cousin says whenever I change, a small part of my DNA is altered. This horns, these claws, this horrid, wretched tail, when I changed back, they stuck... they became a part of me. Do you know how reviling it is to have who you are slowly twisted and altered against your will?"

Torikkumasutā: Almost. I had two human parents, both biological, yet I was cursed myself and turned I was into a birdman. I had to come to terms with who I was, because instead of seeing it as a curse, I saw it as a gift. To use to serve others. Sure it I may not like what I am, but i could use it to benefit others who may really need someone like me.

"Who needs a freak in this world...?" She says, he suspects though that she said that more at herself, than at him.

Torikkumasutā: *smiles* You'll be surprised. We certainly need one to keep Gojira from destroying us and nothing can stop Gojira, but you did. So the imagine the good for others instead of the bad for yourself.

"...I'm not as generous as you. I don't want this power. I want it gone. I don't want to keep living in fear like this. I'm safe inside this agency, but if I were to step outside, and tell someone what I am... what I've become.... they wouldn't show compassion. They'd label me a monster and try to destroy me. I can't live my life like this. I want to be happy, not living in fear that if I ever marry, the man I love will find out my secret and kill me. That my friends around me that I care and love will turn on me and shoot me to death.

I didn't stop that monster, the monster inside me did. And I want it gone."

Issac comes out of his office, and pats her on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go Clare."

As he walks her away, he pauses and looks back at Tori. "I'm going to take her to have her draconian features removed, it'll take a few hours. When I'm done, I'd like to have a private talk, alright? Meet me back at my office in three hours."

Torikkumasutā: Yes sir, Mr.Isaac. I'll see you later, partner...*walks the opposite direction*

Simon offers to take him to the training room. "I could use the practice too."

Torikkumasutā: *smiles* Thanks, 2nd partner.

"It's Simon. And you're welcome. It's my job to lift you up if Clare tears you down. She's a good person once you get to know her. Give it time. She's just stubborn." He says, walking down to the lower levels.

Torikkumasutā: I understand. It hurts to see humans having to suffer because of certain myths.

"Indeed. Clare's case is exceptionally troublesome. 'The Variante Virus' case... there has not been a trace or sign of that monster. We have asked around the other Agencies, but they don't know either. It's just... vanished."

Torikkumasutā: Vanished you say? What does the virus do per se?

"Apparently it goes around and infects humans with its stinger, causing them to undergo transformations like you saw in our battle with the dragon earlier. Clare is the only confirmed victim, we don't know if there are more. Every year, Clare's transformations become longer, more painful, and as of the last two years, have left artifacts in her dna and altered her body. Before, tails would just retract. Now, the tail is literally just well, her tail. She has to have DNA modification and heavy surgery to remove the alterations. In a few years, it may get to the point that Clare will get stuck in a Mythic form, and... ...become a Myth. You see, her hostility is really... ...fear. Fear of what she'll become."

Torikkumasutā: And she doesn't hate myths. She hates the man that turned her into one.

"She hates Myths, but she is also afraid of them. The hatred, is probably actually a byproduct of her fear. She is afraid of Myths. Because she doesn't want to become one. That fear makes her hate them. You can only really and truly kill her hatred when you have killed her fear. And well... ...that isn't so easy."

He arrives at a large metal door. "This is the entrance to the second facility. Pay attention, it's like a maze." He begins guiding Tori through toward the agent's training area.

Torikkumasutā: *is sketching the map as he follows Simon*

Simon eventually opens a series of steel double doors, revealing a huge training room, pure white marble floors, and a light grey concrete for the walls. The room is bright and well lit, many kinds of training equipment can be found, some agents are sparing.

Torikkumasutā: *shields his eyes from the brightness of the training room* Aaaaggghhh!...It's so bright!...It's like I'm starring up at the Sun!...

"It's not that bad... Oh look, Isa is training."

The agent can be seen in the distance, practicing with her katana. Only, it has no blade. However, all of the combat dummies are being sliced to ribbons as she attacks.

Torikkumasutā: My god...her blade's invisible...

"There actually is no blade. The handle is a focus point. You see, she can cut things with her mind."

Torikkumasutā: *gasp in astonishment* She's a telepath...

"That's not all. Watch." Several cannons appear, and launch cannon balls at her, but they stop dead instantly at 60 feet from her, dropping harmlessly to the floor.

Torikkumasutā: Oh My Gosh! She can repel metal by using her miiind! WHAAAAAAAT!?

"You're like a kid being shown an action movie for the first time."

Torikkumasutā: A movie? I don't know what that is, but it sounds like an advance play of sorts.

"...You're one of those guys huh? It's ok, we can go sometime. Don't worry, as a member of this Agency, anyone registered or an agent can largely live a free lifestyle, so I can take you, and arrest anyone who tries anything."

Torikkumasutā: Wheee! Thanks, 2nd partner!

Simon chuckles as Isa walks over. "Oh hey, how's it going? You're Tori, right?"

Torikkumasutā: Yes, yes I am. And you must by my 3rd partner. *holds out his hand for a handshake*

"Isa, it's ok to refer to each other by name." She takes his hand and shakes it firmly.

Torikkumasutā: I know.

"Then why don't you? Don't be afraid to treat us like friends. We're comrades, after all. Oh, duck."

Torikkumasutā: *ducks like she says*

Leo goes flying by and crashes into a wall.

"You're welcome." Isa says, shaking her head at Leo.

Torikkumasutā: I can stand up now, right?

She helps him up. "Is there any training you'd like to do since you're here?"

Torikkumasutā: Anything that will keep me sharp.

"You could try the combat dummies."

Torikkumasutā: Ok then. *takes his tanto katanas and preform fast flight attacks on the dummies, so fast that he nearly becomes a blur*

Isa watches for a bit, then looks at Simon. "What do you think?"

Simon looks down at her. "Hmm?"

"You know, about....?"

It takes him a moment to realize. "Ooooh... right... that. Too early to tell. Issac's making a gamble, but the two might go together well. Only time can tell..."

The two watch Tori for a bit longer.

Torikkumasutā: *after he's done, the dummies fall apart into evenly cut cubes* Done. I think the dummies should be made of stronger material though.

Simon presses a button, and new dummies appear, made of a powerful kind of steel.

Torikkumasutā: Whoa. My wish has been granted.

"Have at it new guy!" Isa cheers him on.

Torikkumasutā: *spread his wings and haves at the dummies*

98hese ones seem to be intellegent and are slowly adapting to his attacks.

Torikkumasutā: Neat. Self-adapting. You guys might aswell have everything

Leo walks over to Simon. "Can? Oh please, let me do it!"

Simon sighs. "...Yes, you can do it."

"HELL YEAH, MISSILE STRIKE, BITCH!" He cackles with glee, as missile launchers start firing at Tori.

Torikkumasutā: *flies around dodging and cutting the missiles down while still getting a few hits on the dummies* Wheeeee!

After a few hours, an announcer speaks up. "Alright everyone, training facility is closing for the evening, good work everyone. It'll be open again at six A.M."

Isa pats him on the back. "Good job mate, you showed those dummies. Although, the missiles were unnecessary."

Torikkumasutā: Thank you, 3rd par-I mean...Isa.

"No problem. Let's head up, Clare should be almost ready to come out."

....

Issac finishes the complex DNA and physical surgery at last, the removed limbs and parts taken to a private sector dedicated to the Virus case. He gives his cousin a quiet hug.

"...Clare." He begins finally. "You know I'm only trying to look out for you, right?"

"....I know that... it's just..."

He hushes her. "You wanted to live a better life than this, I know. I meant to tell you this sooner, but now is probably a better time than any. Clare, from the latest study, we've found that the likelyhood we can cure you at this stage of your infection is basically... ...none. The rate of prevalence over your own DNA is now too big. I'm sorry. We can't cure it now. But we can put the monster who did this to you to justice. ...Just.... ...give me time.

I know it's hard news to swallow... ...but I can say that we can help you control and cope with this power. Make it so you no longer involuntarily transform, and we can finally do away with the collar. We just need more time for research. We'll figure it out. I promise. Now, go rest up for the night. We got a long week ahead of us, yes?"

She silently nods. "Ok..."

She gets up, and puts on her uniform, then walks out slowly of the medical room.

"..." He watches her leave, then glances at the shadow lurking in the room. "I know you're there, Lux. We need to talk."

"Clever as always... what might this be about?"

"..." He turns to face the doctor hidden in the shadows...

....

"Agent Tori, may I see you in the office?" Issac's voice rings out over the intercom, just as Clare walks up into view from the lower corridors, looking tired, and now without her draconian features, though she is heavily bandaged still.

At the office

Torikkumasutā:*comes through the door* Here! You wanted to see me, Mr. Isaac?

"Please remember to sit on the side I'm not deaf at. It helps. Yes, I wanted to talk to you about Clare. Specifically why I assigned you to her. Have a seat."

Torikkumasutā: *sits near his good side* Yes? What about her? Is she going to be alright?

Issac sighs. "Overall, yes. At this rate, however, Clare's condition is basically permanent. Incurable, for her in fact. We can treat it so that she can maintain control over her self, but that's going to be about it. In a few years, the condition will reach full potency. But that's not why I had you come here to talk about. You see, I picked you on purpose. You're very forgiving and kind, you've been very patient with Clare. And that was what I was looking for when I picked her next partner. I also specifically was looking for Myth partners. It is very likely in the next few years, she may become a Myth before we can find a way to stabilize her. I wanted to prepare her mentally to accept that, but I also wanted to save her from her hate of Myths, her fear of them.

I want you to be there for her, because I don't want to see what will happen if she cannot accept her new self, if it ever comes to that. Be a friend for my cousin. She needs someone she can depend on. I'm hoping that someone will be you. This is a personal request, not a official one. Help my cousin. I don't want to see her destroy herself."

Torikkumasutā: Then you can definitely count on me, sir. *holds his hand out for a hand shake*

"...Thank you." He shakes his hand softly. "See yourself to bed, there's a long week ahead."

Torikkumasutā: A long fun week I might add.*joyfully smiles* Goodnight, Mr. Isaac. *leaves the office*

Mystery of the Virus
After he leaves and goes to bed, things are largely quiet, until later in the night he is woken from his comfortable bed by a strange noise outside his door, a strange figure's shadow passes by his door.

Torikkumasutā: *checks outside the door for the shadowy figure*

He sees off in the distance something entering Clare's room, whatever it was was not human.

Torikkumasutā: *whispers* Psst! Clare...*slowly and quietly follows the figure*

When he enters her room, he sees Clare fast asleep, but towering right over her is a horrid black creature, dark and black as night, with a faint sheen to its skin. Light blue wings are folded up against its back, glowing softly. Its hair has a sheen of every color, both features contrasting the black creature. It has a long ropy scorpion like tail, which hangs dangerously low to her chest, as though it is about to impale her.

Torikkumasutā: *takes his tanto katanas out instantly* Leave her be...

It whirls its head toward him, the only hint of eyes on its dark face is two white pinpricks, which start at him, then it flies out of the room's window with a screech. Clare doesn't seem to wake up, in fact she is somehow deep in sleep, despite the danger that had been looming.

Torikkumasutā: *runs up to the window and watches the beast fly away. He turns back towards Clare* What did it want with you, partner?

Clare doesn't respond, and Tori eventually realizes there is a smell of a gas in the air, and feels incredibly sleepy, as though any minute he'd himself fall asleep right on the spot.

Torikkumasutā: *yawns and immediately falls asleep on the side of the bed*

Tori wakes up later that morning, waking to find Clare sleeping peacefully, though he is trapped by her arms, which have wrapped around him as if he were a teddy bear. Her head is resting right next to him, her expression peaceful. She looks much different when she is awake and hostile.

Torikkumasutā: *slightly smiles at the sight. He rolls out of her arms and replaces himself with a pillow, then quietly leaves her room*

She soon wakes up, though doesn't move, her body aching.

''....It's like... ...that one time...''

She narrows her eyes and clenches her teeth as her sapphire blue wings grow out of her body.

She sniffs, and picks up a smell coming off her and the pillow.

"...Tori....." She grumbles. "But more importantly... ....him...."

She gets dressed for the day, and heads out of her room.

In the dining hall, Tori is with Simon, eating, when out of nowhere a gust of wind blows and Clare flaps down near them, holding a tray. Tori is surprised to see her strange, luminous sapphire colored wings. They look angelic, yet not. She gives him an odd look.

Torikkumasutā: Ugghh...Morning, partner...Sleep good?

"I don't know, did I? I sure smelled you in my room, so why don't you tell me?"

Simon sighs. "It's the morning, don't fight."

"I want to know why he was laying on my bed!"

Torikkumasutā: A variante was snooped into your room, but once I slipped in; it flew out your window. The gas that was used to capture the witch was in your room and I fell asleep instantly.

The two look at each other, and then at Tori, and then he soon finds himself back in Issac's office, having to explain to him what happened.

"...So... you're saying... that a variante was... ...in her room? ....What were its features?"

Torikkumasutā: It was symbiote-like no doubt. Had a scorpion-like tail had wings like Clare did this morning. And it had hair like that of the rainbow, yet i complemented its overall cover.

"...That was... ....the Variante Virus. The same creature that infected Clare. ...We've not seen a trace of it in five years... ....so why now...? Tori. At all times, I want you by Clare's side. No exceptions."

Torikkumasutā: I wouldn't be a good partner if I wasn't by her side, sir.

"I mean twenty four seven. Tell her that's a direct order to her to allow it. But use sense about it. Don't go in the bathrooms and... you get it, right?"

Torikkumasutā: Oh I understand. Certain privacies, gotcha.

"Dismissed. Oh, and if her skin starts turning, black, call me. And I mean, coal black."

Torikkumasutā: *nods* Yes sir. *leaves the office*

Clare is found furiously training in the training room.

Torikkumasutā: Sorry for snooping in your room partner. Had to find out what that thing was.

"No... ...thank you. You saved me, more than you'd understand."

Torikkumasutā: So you're not upset at?

"Well, yes. Given what could have happened... ...it seems petty to be angry with you. Even if you were sleeping in my bed."

Torikkumasutā: Either that or I sleep on the floor, right?

"I would prefer the floor oh so much."

Torikkumasutā: Oh then...sorry about that too. It was just that I was near your bed when I fell asleep.

"Like I said... don't worry about it... just make sure it doesn't happen again."

Torikkumasutā: Sure thing. Also, Mr. Isaac said I must stay by your side 24/7 unless in the bathroom.

"....Greeaaaaat..."

Torikkumasutā: I know, right! We get to hangout and stuff even after we do our missions!

Clare ducks into the punch of a dummy, getting knocked out.

Torikkumasutā: Oh snap, Clare! *rushes to her* You alright, partner?

"...." She is still unconscious.

Torikkumasutā: Oh dang..Ummm...*picks Clare up and carries her into her room and lays her on her bed*

Clare wakes up a few minutes later. "Oww. Oh, that was actually on purpose."

Torikkumasutā: Why would you do that? Just to skip out on our next mission?

She smirks. "No, it was deliberate protest against the last thing you said to me."

Torikkumasutā: I assumed you would be more glad about that.

"You know I still hate you, right?"

Torikkumasutā: Does it matter me. not one bit. *smiles*

She sighs. "You are an odd one, you know that?"

Torikkumasutā: I was told that was a good thing.

"...So you're going to follow me no matter where I go, right?"

Torikkumasutā: Basically so. As I was told.

"....Oh look! A worm!"

Torikkumasutā: I may be birdman, doesn't mean I do what other birds would. Besides, I find worms too adorable to eat. Plus, it's this place is too clean for even a roach to be found here, much less a worm in a building. Sorry partner, but that was pretty weak and stereotypical I might add.

Clare looks burned out. "....I really am stuck with you. Damn it."

She gets up off the bed, and begins to walk out. "Well, might as well make our rounds for the day. It's almost time for my or rather, our patrol. Get ready."

Torikkumasutā: Yaaay patrol! What's that?

"We patrol the area under the designation of the First Division. Keep the peace between men and myths. We act as a neutral police force, in the sense that we don't arrest Myths on the spot, rather if they actually cause public disturbance. People who call us without a legitimate crime can be heavily fined."

Torikkumasutā: As far as I've been told, their hasn't been any local authorities in decades.

"We try to fill that role. Both Myths attacking our cities and corruption rotting them within are equal threat. We stepped up to put an end to it."

Torikkumasutā: So have the M.C.C.P. Now everyone has a mechanical beast for a pet.

"I seriously doubt those giant machines have honestly solved anything. In fact, you could argue it just makes shit worse. Grab a uniform and badge from the locker room, I already have mine." She points to an officer's locker room.

Torikkumasutā: Awwwww....*goes into the locker room and after a few minutes comes* Uggghhh...I don't like it's...it's so constricting...

"Oh stop whining. You ready?"

Torikkumasutā: The faster we get this done, the faster I can get out of this uniform.

They walk out of the facility, and begin their rounds around the city.

..........

Issac and Doctor Lux stand before a large containment chamber.

"I think it's time we properly spoke with Miss Inga, don't you?" The Doctor speaks up.

"...Yes, let's just get this over with." The door opens, revealing a heavily restrained Inga Kankei.

"Ah, Inga... I would like to speak with you about an arrangement... if you would be willing to hear me out..." Issac begins.

.......

Exima: *is in the wilderness, simply looking into the distance* What...

The Administrator: *is standing behind him* I just came by to inform you that the witch has been captured by the M.P.D

Exima: Hmmm...Why tell me this...

The Administrator: I know you have more of a deeper connection and on another scale, their just like us, so you'll now what they'll do to her and I also know what you'll do for family.

Exima: And I know you hate competition.

The Administrator: I hate children showing up their elders. One slip up by one of my best and the M.P.D, of all of the other agencies, make the catch everyone has thought had been forgotten. One mistake...that made us look like fools! They'll think we're loosing our touch...We're too far ahead to loose now.

Exima: So are you doing this for me or for yourself?

The Administrator: Hopefully both of us can gain something out of this. *disappears into Exima's shadow*

Exima: *skates off into the vastness of the wilderness towards the city the Enforcer's first mission*

.....

After hours of no progress, except if multiple breakouts and revisions to the security could be counted as progress, Issac slams his hands on his desk.

"I don't think I've met a more tenicious human than her! ONE slip up, and she's loose! We've even tried mind control, and her Causality still causes damage! ...We're never going to get anywhere!" He snaps.

"Sir, with all due respect, perhaps we need to try something else." Doctor Lux speaks up.

"Something else, like what?! We've tried everything! She's no use if she's in her sleep induced state, and if she's not, she tries to destroy anything in sight! What do you suppose we do?" He growls.

"Simple. If we cannot get her to willingly let us experiment, then we must find subjects who will." Lux says calmly.

"...Like who? There are no other recorded users of Causality! We have only her!"

"...Then we'll just have to make some, won't we?" Lux says with a smile.

"...What....? ....What do you mean by that....?" Issac says, bewildered by Lux's statement.

"It's obvious. We take her, and make new subjects. Ones that will not defy us, ones that can be taught to be obedient, even with their great power."

"...Anyone with that degree of power would not hesitate to use it for their own gain. No one could use it reasonably- ...except kids. They can be innocent minded, easier to control... ....but we could only do it with.... .....Lux, we can't do that!"

"Why not?" Lux asks simply.

"It's morally wrong. Do you realize what we would have to do in order to have viable children with Causality? Grafting it is not a concievable option, we hardly know what makes what happen with her anyway. Cloning would only be as useful as making there be double the pain. Not an option, considering the equipment she's blown up. ...Which leaves... ...natural children. ...Sired from Inga herself. She would never consent to it. We only perform experiments with willing participants, this is a moral ground we can't cross, Lux!"

"No one has to know. My division is the Underground Research Division after all. We focus on research the public wouldn't be too ready to accept right away, this wouldn't be much of a stretch, thinking about it... and plus, she's a criminal. Who cares about criminals?"

"....Lux, I forbid it. Don't you dare even try that! If we cannot figure out how to wield Causality, fine by me, we will not cross that line! That's an order!"

"...As you... ...''wish." ''Lux hisses the last word, then disappears.

Issac rubs his head. "...I have to put Causality off the board. We have to focus on a Containment policy for now on. Inga Kankei is too dangerous... ...I can't allow my integrety to be compromised.

The Director checks his calls. "...He didn't send one back. ...I would hope he isn't taking this seriously. After all, it's our job to protect the public. Infighting would be detremential to everyone."

.......

Clare and Tori are making their rounds, when Clare notices a Myth being beaten by several humans, and stops quietly, not moving, just watching for a minute.

Myth: *takes notice of Clare and extends his arm towards her* Help...me...

She looks at him impartially, and after a moment raises her gun and shoots, the shot just missing one of the human's heads. The spot on the wall where the shot hit still glows molten red.

"Attention, you three! If you don't want that to be what your heads look like, stand down now." She yells sternly.

"Jokes on you, lady. I was thinking the exact same look would look great on him. " Points a gun at the Myth.

The Myth simply closes his eyes waiting to die

Torikkumasutā: Hey partner, I heard noises, what's goin'- Oh My God, that's dude gotta gun! *immediately takes out his tanto katana and throws it at the guy cutting his wrist off*

The others run away while the one guy is yelling in agony

"Get the other two." She says to Tori. She approaches the other and handcuffs him.

"Listen up asshole, when an officer tells you to stop, you stop. You're lucky I didn't kill you. You're under arrest for disobeying a direct order from a public officer, assault and battery, and prohibited use of firearms, and disturbing the peace. You can't get away with public violence in this town, punk."

"Don't see why you choose now to stop us."

She promptly knocks him out, ignoring him. She looks at the Myth.

"Are you a registered Myth with an Agency?" She inquires.

The Myth simply shakes his head. "N-no ma'am. I'm just a civilian here, I swear..."

Torikkumasutā: *comes back with one of the humans who happens to be missing a leg* I caught this guy. Threw my katana at 'em and hacked his leg off, so you can guess it was pretty easy.

"Well here's the deal, sir. We won't come after you unless you've committed a crime, but the problem is, other Agencies will. So, the only way we can protect you any further is if you register with us. Your lifestyle doesn't have to actually change, but we have you on a register which is sent to any agency that would otherwise nab you, so they are not permitted to come after you, and only we have authority to deal with you. Plus in the future, if you have problems you can call our emergency number and we will take care of you as soon as possible. You still have to go with us to the Facility for the registration, but after that you can go home."

'Y-yes ma'am...Th-thank you."

Torikkumasutā: We really need to get you cleaned up, dude. You're bleedin' like crazy.

Clare largely doesn't show any interest in the Myth, instead looking around. "Why didn't you grab the others?"

Torikkumasutā: They all ran into traffic and got hit. They won't be goin' nowhere.

"Well are they dead, or unconscious? You should have brought them regardless, unless they're going to the hospital."

Torikkumasutā: I maybe a myth, but Ican only lift so much. I only got two hands and their are like what 7 of those guys? 5 got hit by the traffic. I can say two or 3 might die and the others got away. Well we can't stop every criminal, can we?

She just sighs. "Great. Let's take these folks back to headquarters."

Torikkumasutā: Sure thing! *grabs hold of the injured Myth and head back to the facility*

At the facility, Clare takes the Myth through registration, then enters the interrogation room, where the individuals captured are cuffed to their chairs.

"Let's have a talk, shall we?"

"On why we were beating a Myth up? Isn't it obvious? He's a freak, plus he came walking dow our street without payin' the fee."

Torikkumasutā: *whispers to Clare* Thugs own streets?

"Now listen here, and I hope you pay attention. There is a reason man established Agencies, and it's not so that punks like you can beat up Myths. Allow me to educate you on something. You're lucky. If that was the wrong Myth, you would be dead right now. If that was a dragon? He'd eat you for his breakfast, and move on. Or flambe you. Or both. There are plenty of Myths that could kill you without even trying. It is not your place, nor within your right to go about trying to prove how 'tough' you are by trying to beat up Myths. Do you know how many people I've seen killed because they mess with the wrong one? Too many to tell. While you stay in jail for... I don't know, six months, a year, two years, I want you to understand something. It is my job, and the rest of our agent's jobs to keep the streets safe. From Myths, and scumbags like you. You aren't tough. You aren't clever. And you're going to get killed if you keep being stupid.

Also, don't get me wrong, I don't like Myths either. This isn't me being some activist. It's high time order was put back on our streets, and that's why I'm here. To clean both kinds of trash, you and Myths. Now, I hope you think on that while you rot."

She chains them up and begins escorting them to the prison sector.

Torikkumasutā: Good job, partner! *has his hand up for a high-five*

"I've got two thugs in hand cuffs, busy at the moment."

Torikkumasutā: Oh yea, that's right. But good job anyway! *thumbs up*

After locking away the perps, Clare sighs. "Long day ahead of us, it's time for the city border patrol. You know, to keep an eye out for suspicious activity."

Torikkumasutā: Gotcha. Then let's get to it.

After taking a bus to the edge of the city, the two agents begin patrolling the border of the city, keeping an eye out for suspicious activity.

Meeting-Up
Clare and Torikkumasutā patrol a marketplace.

Torikkumasutā: So how much longer do we continue patrolling?

"Til' the sun goes down, bird face." She replies.

Torikkumasutā: I'm not wearing my mask, you know.

"Whatever, bird face." She says with a smirk.

Above the market, a woman lays on a roof, quietly resting in the light of the sun.

Torikkumasutā: If only I had my father's fruit cart, I'd be a thousandnair in a market like this.

"Please stop reminiscing. I hate reminiscing."

Torikkumasutā: Is it because you don't have anything to reminisce about?

"..." She says nothing, but her expression hardens.

Torikkumasutā: Ah, I see. Well we don't have to reminisce. We can have a generic converstation, like real friends do. Hmmm. Ah, I got it! What is your favorite color?

"..." Clare notices the woman just as she walks off the roof and out of sight.

"...Black. ...The color of mourning." She she mutters.

Torikkumasutā: Wow, that's deeep. I imagined you liked black, because it made everything else look cool, but I still respect your decision. Hmmm. My favorite color would be...green! Cause green is the color of all life on Earth, even the little specks of it that's left and it represents freedom, to spread your wings and soar. *his wings appear from his back*

Everyone takes notice and simply stare at Torikkumasutā

"...*cough* Umm, Tori, please don't do that in public."

Torikkumasutā: Do what?

"You just spread your wings again. They're staring."

Torikkumasutā: I did? *looks behind him and see his wings are fully spread* Oh snap, they are. *look at the people are staring* Ummmmmm. Hiiiii. *smiles and waves*

Some of the shop keeps take out their guns while others arm themselves fruits, rocks, sticks

Torikkumasutā: Uuuuuuhhhmmmmm. I'm not a Myth....Imma cosplayer, don't worry, we were on our way to the park to show off our costumes so wee can role-play there. Don't be alarmed, the wings are apart of the costume.

The crowd sort of lower their weapons and simply ease their stares

Torikkumasutā: Sorry for the misunderstanding, the wings are an invention of mine. I didn't mean to set them off.

The crowd put their weapons and arms away and continue going along with their business

Torikkumasutā: Whew. I was about to be fresh kill right there.

"I would have arrested and or started shooting. You know you could also have used, 'I'm a cop'."

Torikkumasutā: Heh. In this world, they simply don't care. A myth is a myth, no matter what authority they are under. Besides, I doubt you could arrest everyon in the market. *smiles*

"I'd probably kill the majority of them instead."

Torikkumasutā: But that's not our job, is it?

"Well, under the 'self defense' clause, I'd be in the clear. Besides, no way in hell I would let a comrade get killed. ...Not like... ...never mind."

Torikkumasutā: That means alot to me, partner. But we can't stray away from our directive, unless absolutely necessary. Besides, it's not really self-defense if their attacking me and not you.

"Use of deadly force allows retaliation with deadly force," She cites. "Still within my rights. If someone aims to kill you, you kill them first. Got it?"

She looks back at the roof, and for a moment Tori almost sees a bitter expression in her eyes, before she starts walking again.

"Let's go, we've got places to be."

Torikkumasutā: ''Poor Clare. So troubled about the past. It must not have been well. It's a good thing I can be her friend when she truly needs one.''

After a while, the sun begins to set, and Clare sits down on a park bench. "Let me rest a moment, then we'll head back."

Torikkumasutā: Sure thing, partner. Take as much rest as you need.

She looks at him after a moment. "...They told you that you're my partner's replacement, right?"

Torikkumasutā: Huh...They might have probably have hinted that but I can see why that's the reason I'm here.

"...This is something I would not normally talk about, but I'm going to make an exception. This time. ...I'm going to tell you... ...what happened to my partner, and why you're even here now because of it."

Torikkumasutā: Ok. *sits on the bench next to Clare* I'm all ears, partner.

"A month or so ago, the invasion of Phoenix began. The whole world was scrambling to try and overcome the invaders. On patrol one day, my partner, she... ...she was always determined to help those who couldn't help themselves. ...When the invaders arrived, she didn't call for back up, or run. Instead, she stood her ground after she realized they were attacking an elementary school with over five hundred kids. ...She held them off until every last teacher and student was safe and out of that building.

...She was  never seen again. They likely killed her in the most brutal ways imaginable. She, til the very end, never forgot her duty. She even saved a few myths from the invaders, even though she was human like I. She didn't hate them like I did, but she wasn't a fan. She died, performing her duty. ...And so, in memory, I remember my duty before my feelings. ...It's the least I can do for her. I put up with Myths, who I hate, with being assigned a Myth as a partner, because it's my job, because that's what she would have wanted from me. ...I learned a lot from her."

Torikkumasutā: I bet you did. I know I was the last person you would have wanted to work with, but it's alot to know you had such an astounding friend byt your side. I know I'm supposed to be her replacement, but replacing someone like that is hard to do. I know I can't simply can't replace the person that she was, but I will give my condolences and friendship. That's as much as i can give.

Clare shakes her head. "I told you not to pity me."

Torikkumasutā: If you didn't want me to pity you, then you shouldn't have told me the story.

"I told you it so you would understand why I put up with you. I didn't ask for pity. Don't think we're freinds or something like that." Tori can see she's going to be a tough nut to crack.

Torikkumasutā: I already knew why you had to put up with me, well half of it. No matter what you say or think, I'll be whenever you need a friend.

Clare gets up. "Let's go. We shouldn't be out after dark."

Torikkumasutā: Sure thing, partner. *gets up from the bench*

On the way back, Clare seems to watch the shadows of the dark alleys with almost a paranoid level of fear, something he didn't notice before.

Torikkumasutā: You ok there, partner? You look rather uneasy. It'sok if you're scared of the dark, I'm scared of the dark too. You don't know what creepy-crawlies might come out and pop-up in your face or some crazed mad man will come out and start beating you to death or worst. Supernatural forces of the darkness.

He notices her strange blue wings begin to slowly sprout. "...I'm not afraid of the dark... ...I'm afraid of... ...it."

Torikkumasutā: You mean the thing that lurks in the darkness?

"Yes... ...that monster. ...I always feel as though it's watching me, waiting. Waiting for me to lower my guard." She shudders, the wings grow a bit more.

Torikkumasutā: Are we gonna fight it or are we gonna make a run for home?

She looks around nervously. "...It's not here. I don't think...." She out of the blue clings to Tori, the true extent of her fear finally showing.

"Y-you know the rest of the way, r-right? I-I can't lead anymore."

Torikkumasutā: Sure do. *takes out his note pad* I drew a map. *wraps his arm around Clare's waste and takes flight into the night sky*

As Tori flies to the facility, he thinks once or twice he can see a strange figure flying behind them, but when he turns it is gone.

Torikkumasutā: Hmmm..I always was paranoid when it came to the nighttime.

Upon reaching the facility, Clare seems to relax. "...Th-thank you..."

Far above, unseen on a skyscraper, a strange female figure with metalic armor and wings looks down on them, watching silently.

Torikkumasutā: *happily whistles all the way to his quarters*

Clare follows him to her quarters, quietly laying down on her bed.

Torikkumasutā: *slips into his old attire and sits in a chair. He takes a pocket bible out and begins to silently read*

After a while, Clare falls asleep, though she is noticably feverish.

Torikkumasutā: *takes notice* Hey, you alright? You seems rather sickly.

He notices her wingspan has grown double her own length, and her nails are unusually long.

"...He's in the area again... ...my body reacts to his presence." She groans.

Torikkumasutā: Can't we deal with him or is he too out of our league?

"...I can't fight him. ...I can't explain why. Every time I just... become docile. Meek as a lamb. I feel like I couldn't even move a finger if I wanted to in his presence. I don't even have any real emotions, it's just all... ...numb and foggy. As for you, well... ...he's incredibly vicious."

Torikkumasutā: Well it's a good thing opposites cancel each other out, right? *gleefully smiles*

She gives him a weak but telling look. "It's not funny..." She coughs. "...now let me sleep..."

Torikkumasutā: How can you sleep when he's around?

Her eyes flutter as exhaustion grips her. "...that's why you're here, right...?" She murmurs.

Torikkumasutā: Hmmmm...Yea, your right.

One of her wings extend off the bed, exposing the side she isn't occupying. "...You can share the bed... ...just no touching. Or I'll destroy your family jewels."

Torikkumasutā: My family isn't that rich, but I can sleep in the chair. You need the extra space more than I do after all. I want to immediately spring up, whenever he get's too close.

"...You know something..." She says as she falls asleep, "That's so pathetic it's cute."

Torikkumasutā: My mother would say that to, when i would stay by her bedside when she went to sleep. I said "I'll protect you fromt he monster under the bed."

She says nothing, having fallen asleep. Outside her window, the stars are out.

Torikkumasutā: *is looking out the window looking for any constellations* There's the Little Dipper (as always),there's Cancer. Heheh, Cancer. Oh look, Orion's out. Neat.

The night passes with no incident.

Torikkumasutā: *is doing bicycle kicks on the floor*

Clare doesn't appear to be showing any sign of waking. He notices there is a steady light coming from her wings, and as she shifts in her sleep, he notices her hands have become clawed, her claws black. Even her feet have small little claws growing.

Torikkumasutā: Is she...transforming in her sleep?

She winces, then groans as she wakes up. "Uggh... my whole body aches..."

Torikkumasutā: I bet it does. That transformation looked painful as hell. It's a good thing you were asleep.

She looks confused, then sees her hands. "...It's that time of year again... ...I always sense him around this time of year, and every time this season, my body starts to become like him, until a whole week passes where Issac locks me up, as it always makes its intent clear to get to me."

Torikkumasutā: That they wanna make sure you don't go on a bloody rampage?

"No... It's to keep me safe from it. ...In the week that I become like it, it tries everything in its power to find me. It even acts in broad daylight. ...If I'm not keep in one of the high security vaults, it will get to me and..." She pales. "...You don't want to know what it will do." She looks naueous at the thought.

Torikkumasutā: Ok, I'll take your word for it. Soooo what now?

She closes her eyes. "I won't be fit for duty much longer. Please tell the boss that... ...my annual sickness has come back. ...And if you could keep me company... ....it would be nice."

Torikkumasutā: Do I tell him now or later?

"...Now please. ...I need to be alone."

Torikkumasutā:: Ok sure thing. *runs all the way to Isaac's Office* Mr. Issac, I need to tell you something!

He looks up. "Yes, what is it?"

Torikkumasutā: It's Clare...it's that time.

"...I see. Thank you. We'll make preperations." Issac looks out a window, and frowns.

Torikkumasutā: I also want to ask if I could still accompany her during confinement.

"...Yes-" Suddenly an alarm begins blaring. Issac's eyes narrow.

"High Class Divine Being detected."

Torikkumasutā: Oh boy, stuff is happening. Ummmm where do I go?

Issac slowly gets out of his chair. "Come with me." He begins walking much faster than Tori imagined he could out the door.

Torikkumasutā: *begins to jog in order to keep up with Isaac* Man, is the procedure this bad...or even necessary?

"If you refer to the alarm, it's not a drill. We're under attack. Attention all personal, we are under attack." He says as a explosion goes off somewhere in the facility.

Torikkumasutā: Ok, why is all this happening all of a sudden? Everything was quiet and suttle and now alarms, explosion, etc. and everything!

"Don't ask me."

A blast suddenly tears open the nearby wall, and from the opening emerges a strange female figure in armor, with six metallic wings. In her hand are two black longswords.

Torikkumasutā: My God...Angels do come from Hell...

"Focus please." He says as the intruder slices at the Director, but to Tori's surprise, he catches the blade between his fingers, not the least concerned.

Torikkumasutā: What in the name of Arcania is GOING ON!?!?! *puts his hands on his head in panic*

The being turns and slashes at Tori.

Torikkumasutā: *is dodging to the best of his ability while backing away* No No No No No No No No! *blocks one of the slashes and it leave a huge bloody cut in his forearm* Arrrgghh!

"Fight back you idiot, or did you not come armed?" Issac snaps, drawing a gun.

Torikkumasutā: I have my arms! Surprisingly! I don't do well when things just happen so fast!

"Where is your sword fool?!" He says, shooting the attacker away. The shots hit its armor plating in the head region, and damages it, causing it to fly away, but it goes somewhere else in the facility.

"This is going to be a problem... ...that was an agent of Phoenix."

Torikkumasutā: Isn't that the organization that attempted to wipe out humanity?

"Yes. And clearly they had more firepower than they were letting on. ...wait... what direction of the facility did it go?"

Torikkumasutā: I think it went east, from where we're facing

"...It went toward the personal quarters... ...check on Clare."

Torikkumasutā: Yes sir. *flies back down the hallway towards his quarters. He crashes through the door* Partner! *hits the wall*

She is standing at the window, her wings limp. She appears to be looking outside, and doesn't seem to respond. He notices a small black tail forming.

Torikkumasutā: We gotta get out of here, an angel from Hell is coming this way!

"...I don't care... I just want it to end anyway..." Her voice seems messed up.

Torikkumasutā: Ok, that's pretty messed up but looke Clare. You're not yourself. You can get through this. You got people who are trying the best to help you. You can't give up. Certainly not now.

"....Issac knows he can't save me. ...He told you that, didn't he?"

Torikkumasutā: He told me, doesn't mean I believe it. He may not be able to save you, but you can be saved. I know it

"..." Without a word further, Clare jumps out the window into open air...

...and begins falling.

Torikkumasutā: *catches her by her leg* Clare! What in the name of all Hell is the matter with you?! Life isn't that bad, that you have to off yourself like this.! I'm telling you, that you can get through this! You just have to hang in there. A little! Bit! Longeeer!

"Let me die! I can't live as a monster! I can't live like this!!!" She screeches. "Every year it gets worse and worse! It'll keep growing until I'm no longer myself! I can't live knowing that!"

Torikkumasutā: Like us myths...we live everyday where we're not wanted....where we were never supposed to be, but are...we live everyday knowing that when we die...we can never go to Heaven...we don't know where we'lll end up when God returns...maybe nowhere...where everyday we're beaten, killed, exploited, shunned, all of it. All because others think we're something that we're not. Don't just die because of yourself. Atleast do something worth while, while you're still human. So atleast you can't say you didn't do anything useful in your lifetime.

She suddenly slips out of his grasp, and she falls, but right as she is about to hit the ground, someone grabs her and lands her gently to the ground, then looks up at him.

It is the mysterious angel that began attacking the facility earlier.

Torikkumasutā: *is frozen for a moment and forces a smile out of nervousness* Would you be so kind as to returnmy partner...please...

She reaches out her hand toward him, and suddenly an immense wave of energy begins pulling him toward her at a fast rate, and she materializes a purple blade of energy to impale him as he comes flying, but just as she is about to, she instead grabs him by the throat and holds him up in the air, looking up at him.

".....''Part.....ner.....?" ''Her voice is strained and robotic.

Torikkumasutā: *swallows his fear* Ummm...yea..a partner...someone who always has your back when you need them, sort of like a friend, but...not exactly...you know..

"....She is.... ...your part....ner.....?"

Torikkumasutā: Yes, yes I am. She had one before me, but she died epically and heroicly.

"....There are no such things as heroes." Her voice becomes stronger, less robotic, but much colder, and her grip tightens fiercely.

Torikkumasutā: Her former partner certainly sounded like one! Oh gosh!

Clare begins to groan, having been briefly unconscious. "...Hmm... ...that voice...?"

Torikkumasutā: If you are going to kill me...atleast give me a chance to say good-bye to my family...

"...A-A...Aracelis? ...Is...is that... you...?"

The angel's grip freezes, neither releasing him nor strengthening. Out of nowhere, she lets out a fierce howl of pain, and violently throws Tori aside, thrashing about in blind pain.

"''AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" ''It screams.

Torikkumasutā: *picks himself up* Wh-what's happening to her...

Clare seems to fully come to. "W-what the...?! What is that thing?"

The armor around the being begins to retract, revealing a woman with white hair, and six glowing gold wings, her face obscure. She still howls in pain. She appears to wear some manner of simple robes.

Torikkumasutā: *is stunned by the appearance of the woman* The angel...she's...human...

After a minute or two, the other agents start to arrive along with Issac, just as the woman lifts her head, revealing her face, dark greyish purple eyes glare at the assembling agents.

"''Who are you?" ''She snarls. Simon, Clare, Issac, Isa, and Lux seem floored when they see the woman's face.

Issac stares at her. "Impossible..."

Torikkumasutā: I know right? Angels can turn into people.

"No... ....you... you can't be... Arac-"

BOOM! A kinetic wave blasts them away from her before he can complete the word.

"...Tori... ...that woman... ....looks like Clare's old partner. ...Aracelis."

Torikkumasutā: Pretty name for a pretty woman....Oooowww...

"...Where were you hurt? ...Also, she doesn't look the same as she once did, but the face... ...she just looks too much like her. We have to detain her at any cost. Find out for sure. Find out what she is."

Torikkumasutā: Is she still angel from Hell? Or a clone...?

"I don't know what she is... ...but I don't think an angel from hell can summon fire from heaven." He remarks as the woman stretches her hand to the sky, and the ground below Tori and Issac glows.

Torikkumasutā: Oh Gosh! *make some formations with his hands and both of them are incased in a blue bubble*

Just in time, as a massive pillar of golden fire blasts their location.

"...I think she's done. Uh oh, here comes another." He says as the ground glows again.

The bubble begins to crack up

Torikkumasutā: Come on, man. Hold it...concentrate...

BOOM! Another pillar strikes.

The bubble is half way until it's completely broken

Torikkumasutā: Come now, Torikku. Focus...

The bubble slowly begins to repair the cracks

Torikkumasutā: Hurry up...

The woman's eyes glow and she whips her hands forth, the bubble bursting instantly. She follows up with a fire blast, but nothing happens. Tori looks to see that Issac has raised his hand, stopping the fireball with his barehands, with no effects to him.

Torikkumasutā: Well...you're gonna be on your own, Mr Isaac...*his head immediately gushes with blood, straight down the middle of his head and he falls unconscious*

The director places a hand on Tori's head, using healing energy. As the woman attacks, Simon knocks her away with a swipe of his halberd.

"I got this chief!"

Tori's wound is healed but he is still unconscious from the effect

Simon is repelled by the angel, who charges, only to be blocked by Isa and her telepathic barrier.

"Arac-" She tries to speak, but is punched in the gut.

"I don't know who you claim to be, but I am Sukimu! Enough of this!" She fires a shockwave, knocking everyone aside. She then begins to channel a massive pillar of fire to purge the whole of the facility.

She can feel some sort of feeling over her solder, as if someone is holding her back. Then something in her mind say  'Don't', though it doesn't sound like her own voice.

She glances behind her, but doesn't stop.

All of a sudden she zones out and a bright light shines before her. She can see a hand reaching ou to her from above. 'It doesn't have to be this way.'

She pulls away, having to cancel the attack to do so, and her CE armor engages. "Unfortunately, it does. You, you're from before, aren't you?"

The hand comes forward, pulling forth a body behind it. An angel appears before her with glowing wings. "Didn't think you would have remembered. After all, you never knew I was there before."

"You attacked me. You escaped with knowledge of what I am to Heaven. How could I not remember the time I tried to kill you? Stop following me, Angel."

"Can't. I am only to follow God's commands, not yours. And he commanded me to watch over you."

"...''.Vu~ōparukirāsaikuron..." ''She intones as she summons her long black iron longswords, the angel can see phantom blades form briefly around her, before becoming faint streaks of light flickering about her.

"It doesn't have to be this way. I know you are at the biding of a The Witch, but salvation will be-fall upon you and all of those defiled by her ambitions."

A purple aura shaped like dragonic armor surrounds her, and she suddenly charges, slashing with both longswords.

The angel summons and angelic sword and it transforms into a doulbe-bladed sword and blocks with amazing proficiency.

She flicks her wrist, creating a shockwave that repels him back, then charges while he is prone.

The longsword get's caught in the circular handle of the angelic sword and the two opposing blades come together and cuts through the longsword where they meet.

The streaks follow the stab of Sukimu's blade and impale the angel right under the heart a total of six times before withdrawing, the blade simply regenerates.

White dust-like particles flow out of the angel's body. The sword returns back to double-edged and begins to spin all by itself. It also begins to rotate around the angel faste and faster until all can be seen is a white cyclone.

She twirls her longswords, then stabs them into the ground, the blades slashing in every direction in a violent perfect sphere, tearing into the cyclone with ease.

The angel flies up above. "I don't understand why you insist that I should die."

"Because my mistress wills it. Why do you care?"

" Because if I am to surely die, then I sure am going to miss you."

"...?! What are you talking about? I don't know you!" She snaps, and suddenly a gravity well starts pulling him down.

"But I know you, ever since you came into being, I have watched over you"

She glances at the recovering Agents, then at the Angel, then abruptly flies off at high speed.

Torikkumasutā: *is mumbling in his sleep* Uggghhh...Darn the Man-Crabs...

After flying up to about cloud level, a panel opens in her chest, revealing a cannon, which begins to charge as a sphere of energy begins to draw in matter at a vicious rate.

"''Temporal Anomaly detected." ''The security system blares.

"You know how this will end, Aracelis. I don't want anymore harm to inflict you."

"Ejecting foreign presence." She says in her robotic voice as sparks surround her, cleansing her mind of intrusions.

4 separate divine lights can be seen back on the ground in the center below her

"....Chaos Drive initiated."

The lights huddle together and a fifth light appears in the middle of the four

She begins firing at the facility.

Her shots just simply disappear when they get too close to the facility, like they just got smaller and smaller and finally just disappeared.

"...Banish." She intones, dispelling all beings of other worlds and realms to their origin out of the city.

The lights still remain. But Torikkumasutā has vanished.

"..." The area of the entire city begins to rumble.

The are begins to fall apart as the lights take the form of four winged beings. They  diesappear, then reapppear and stand just outside the shockwayve. One on each side. The fifth light remains in the center.

She suddenly closes her wings and dives down toward the city, much of the energy she absorbed still trapped in her body.

The angels instantly close the shockwave and return to the center where the fifth light is. The light then turns into a pillar of light and it traps Sukimu. She can no longer move, like time stopped, but her mind is conscious. The light shine brighter from the bottom up, turning into a large beam, completely enveloping her in divine light that carries her far beyond the night skies.

The light pillar disappears and so has Sukimu. The winged beings also fade away.

Sukimu is floating uncontiously through space, just outside the rim of the Earth's atmosphere.

She plummets down, though she falls slowly enough to avoid death, landing in an isolated part of the countryside somewhere beyond the city.

A being made of divine light stands over her and they both disappear.

Sukimu slowly begins to become conscious and she finds herself in a nicely made bed but a single light is light above her.

She starts, waking up and wildly observing her surroundings.

"Nice of you to wake up. It's good to see that the fall hasn't damaged you."

"...!" She scrambles out of the bed.

"Why be so alarmed when no harm will come to you?"

She strangely calms after a moment, then starts to grow transparent.

"Why are you so content of leaving? Where else do you have to go?"

"I don't know who you are," She begins, her voice fading in and out, "But whoever you knew back then is gone. I am Sukimu. And no one can set us free." She disappears.

Sukimu can still hear his voice. "God can. It's only a matter of time before the Witch falls. And who you are now and before makes no difference. I still have been with you and still will."

No response. Meanwhile, Issac ponders all that has happened in his office. After a while, he begins dialing a number.

"....Mr. President. I'd like to report that... ...the Mythological Phenomena Department is now personally involved in this war. ...Consider us in."

The President: You were in either way, but if you mean more motivated in this war, then I am glad to hear. Prepare whatever way you can when the time arrives. Await further orders until then.

"Yes. ...I will have... ...something ready in time for our march." He says, his voice oddly steeled, his relaxed tone most common with him gone.

The President: Mind telling me, where this sudden motivation came from?

"...Do you remember the being that attacked the White House?"

The President: Depends. Which one?

"The Archangel. The one with the mechanical armor. I believe it was red in color."

The President: Oh, the one who landed the final blow. Yes, I know. You encountered her too?

"...No. ...President. There are more of those things. One attacked my facility. I don't know how we survived it. ...But the thing is... ...I think these things are made. Not born. ...And when I say that... ...I mean they are made from humans. ...Hasn't there been a mass reporting of missing persons since the invasion ended? ...There's something fishy. The reason I think this Mr. President... ....is because the one that attacked my facility, it bore the semblance of a agent that went missing during the invasion. It's not just a matter of mistaken identity. My cameras mistook her as the agent in question briefly. They matched her face exactly with the agent's face.

...What ever these things are President, there's one thing I'm sure of. There's more than what we've recently seen. Much more."

The President: Well then, it's a good thing we're going to deal with it.

"Very well. I will speak with you at a later date. I have work to do."

The President: Don't we all. Goodbye, Isaac.

"Goodbye." The director shuts off his phone, then pages Lux.

"...Lux. ...We have work to do."

"........I couldn't be happier to hear. Meet me in Division 2."

"I'll get on the jet now."

"See you then."

Issac gets up and begins walking to the lowest levels of the facility.

Meanwhile

Exima: *enters a dark office* Here.

The Administrator: Glad you could arrive and such a short notice, though I do think you could have gotten hear alot faster.

Exima: *hands him stand of pink hair* This belongs to her.

The Administrator: *takes the strand and looks at it for a moment* It will take alot of time to work with such little resource, but it will do.

Exima: You still plan on prove yourself

The Administrator: I've been doing so for years now. But when another agency captures a catch I couldn't catch myself, that puts me on a very low position. I can afford to loose what I have accomplished so far. The human race want an end to this problem...I will give it to them. The Gen. Messiah is our greatest bet yet, but do to the mechanization, it's full potential has been diminished. So a few resources must begin for it to work with with certain things.

Exima: Just remember that you pulling off what you did, will only bring you down.

The Administrator: If I got down, so does every myth on the planet. I test the sample and implement it in anyway I can. I gather my forces to aid another myth in such a cause as to just go against a world-ending organization. Why settle with them when I can destroy them and everyone like them in one setting? We're taking unnecessary risks

Exima: I agree. The fool is choosing sides. He is either with man or for myth. He can't twiddle between both sides and manage to keep himself from getting bloody. What we've done here, there will be no need for an alliance with the enemy. you've got the resources. You got this biggest one of all. Use it. The myths get too full of themselves, thinking we are just worms. that the world belongs to them. That time for such misconceptions, end now.

The Administrator: That much I know. But I'm willing to destroy my kind on a different ground than you. Before you know it, every inch of every plane of existence will be a myth-free multiverse.

Exima: *smiles crookedly* Great to hear.

The Administrator: Very.

For a moment, Exima gets a flash of a woman with pink hair held up in the air by chains on her ankles and wrists, her body covered in some manner of restraint like armor. Her head slowly seems to lift up, as though looking directly at him.

You... An almost inhuman snarl coils and twists into his head.

Exima:....Hmm. If that's all, I will be on my way.

The Administrator: Take care.

Exima: *exits the facility and skates off into the nearest landscape and stops for a moment* What is it you want?

''...You are no family of mine... ....traitor... ''The voice hisses, almost as soon as he hear a large explosion coming back from the direction of the M.C.C.P.

Exima: My famliy died a hundred years ago... *he says coldly*

As the vision begins to flicker and die, he notices two individuals approach her as her head lowers.

....Wh.....d.....tell....ab.....assu....tions...?

The vision disappears.

Exima: Hm? Wh-Oh, right....Them...*skates off once again*

Confined
Inga quietly hangs in the containment chamber, her senses dull, but for a brief moment she had double vision, she was both in the chamber and in an office. After expressing her rage, she limply hangs, seething that Exima had done such a thing to her.

"Kill... I'll... ...kill..." She rasps, barely conscious.

"That's quite alright, but we'll decline." A blonde haired man says below her.

"...Not.... you... yours... ...shall be... special..."

The blonde man ignores her.

"I am surprised though, Issac. I didn't think you would change your mind."

"...People close to me left and right are being harmed. I've three agents out of commission. ...This is possibly my only option now."

Lux hands him a needle. "Would you care to do the honors?" They had not told Inga their intention, and it is this fact up til now that has kept her in the dark as to their plans.

...The sting of the needle tells her everything, and her body convulses from her rage. The whole of the chamber quakes with her fury.

"How long until she produces the specimens?" Issac asks.

"I figure from the growth accelerant and the quality of the donation, we'll be just in time for the war.

"...As for the device?"

"...It's ready. What shall we test it with?"

"...I want to retrieve someone."

"...Interesting. Shall we start?"

"...Yes."

Meanwhile in a bamboo forest, there is a small house made of bamboo, dirt, mud brick, and rope

Torikkumasutā: *comes through the front door* Pa, I'm home!

An old man sitting on a vintage couch looks up and sees Torikkumasutā. His face widens with joy. "My boy! Hahahaha!" The man pulls a crank on the side of the coutch and the man plops down in a wheel-chair and a ramp is let down and he rolls out to meet Torikkumasutā. "My dear boy!" Hugs Torikkumasutā. "What brings you back here, son? It was almost like yesterday since you left. Actually I'm close, it was 3 days Erth time since you left. Why are you back so early? I didn't suspect you to be back so soon."

Torikkumasutā: Well some stuff happened. I don't know what, but when I woke up, I found myself in our old forest and so like any person finding themselves in the similar surroundings of home, I did what was natural.

"Heh, I'm glad you could stop by. Your sister has been wanting to see you for awhile."

Torikkumasutā:: Where is she?

"Ah you know. She's away. She's training with Tafadzwa, your master who tught you of those Arcane arts."

Torikkumasutā: Oh yea, she did say she wanted to be just like me. But I can't feel but guilty to have you and Ma unattened like this. You both know you guys can't get around by yourselves anymore. She should've stayed to help you.

"So should you but you went off."

Torikkumasutā: You know I did so to make money for us.

"My fruit cart wasn't enough? I know you went out to explore the horrid world beyond here. I don't see why you bother. Those people out there are just as hateful as the ones here. You shouldn't meddle around in Earthly affairs that consist of humans out-weighting mythological creatures. Well just you and your sister."

Torikkumasutā: I'm sorry, Pa. You know it would be an honor to run your fruit cart and spread it's legacy for generations along our family line, but I still want what's best for you both. You must trust me father.

" I suppose. Come. Sit. Tell me what your new job is like."

Torikkumasutā: *excitedly sits down on a stool* Oh where should I start?

Containment Chamber

Inga shakes and sweats, already feeling a subtle change in her body from the insemination. Countless thoughts race in her head, among them:

''Destroy it... rip it from existence before... before it's born...''

She collects her energy, preparing to do the deed and deny the scientists their goal, when she looks at herself and pauses.

And does nothing. Something deep in her cold heart stirs when she gazes at her belly, which in a few weeks will grow, nurturing a threat greater than any weapon of war: her own child.

The moment the thought her own child comes in her mind, strangely, a resistance to destroying it grows. And grows. Inga looks away, unable to do it.

''....Am I... ...weak? Why can't I do it?''

Meanwhile

"Really now?"

Torikkumasutā: Yea. Some sort of virus that turns people to myths. So far my partner is the only one diagnosed with it as far as we know. It will only be a matter of time before she becomes full myth. It's a sad way to go out.

"For me it's a taste of her own medicine. Let's see if she hates being a myth now once she becomes one."

Torikkumasutā: It could open her eyes abit but I doubt it. Her changes is the reason she doesn't like myths like you.

"I'm surprised someone like that hasn't tried to kill you, much less avoid you. She almost sounds like that Exima character I've heard about."

Torikkumasutā: Does he share a deep-seated hate for myths like Clare?

"Heh. From what I've heard, he was born to hate myths. Kills them whenever, wherever, whichever. He had staged brutal beatings in which people could particpate in just for sport and raising rallies against the myths. Most uncivilized. The man is crazy as hell, but he's just as unquinchable as it's flames.

Torikkumasutā: Something bad must've happened to him for him to really hate us like that.

"War can make any man hate anything."

Overhead, a breeze kicks up.

Torikkumasutā: What's that breeze?

"I don't know. It's probably the occasional strong winds we get here, every now and then."

Torikkumasutā: Huh. It feels nice. But how is mother.

"Stuck in the bed as always. She's sleep and her birthday is in two more days."

Torikkumasutā: Man, then it's a good thing I ended up here, otherwise I would've missed it! She always loves the cakes I make her....*sigh* One of these days, you and Ma will walk again.

"Ah don't sweat it, son. We'll manage. We've only been paralyzed for 10 years now. Heck, we might even throw an anniversay for it."

Torikkumasutā: Pa...

"My apologize. I just really like your cakes."

Another breeze, and something akin to a bird call can be heard.

"Ok no seriously now, What is that?"

Torikkumasutā: *gasp. stands up from stool* I am being called for...

" Torriku, I know you're a birdman and all, but not every bird call means you've been summoned."

Torikkumasutā: *flies out the door in a haste*

"Ok! Ok, fine just leave me here! Th-that's cool! It's  not like I can't take care of myself! Man...I need a bell pepper..."

Torikkumasutā: *flies through the forest trying to find where the call is coming from* Who calls for me?

An absolutely massive black shadow briefly races overhead, along with a deafening crow cry.

Torikkumasutā: *digs in his ear* Ow. *follows the direction the shadow went* Have you called me?

The bird seems to have flown high up into the clouds.

Torikkumasutā: *follows the bird up into the clouds* Where is it you lead me fellow, avian-kin?

As soon as he comes above the clouds, a great fog settles in the area, and he cannot find his way down. As he looks up, a massive crow with a crow mask descends upon him, making the same crow noise.

Torikkumasutā: Why have you taken me so high above the Earth?

"...Thou are from Earth... ...a divine force returned thee to this world. ...I assume thy intention is to return? There is one I seek... ...a sister of sorts of thee there that I desire to test... ...I shall take thee upon my trip there. If thy wish is to return."

Torikkumasutā: I don't know. I really want to stay until my Ma's birthday.

"I have ears, hatchling. I shall come again after that time. ...Be ready."

Torikkumasutā: Ugggghhh...*looks left and right, then back at the bird* O-ok?

The bird disappears.

Back at the house

Torikkumasutā: *comes through the door* I apologize for leaving you here, Pa.

"Damn right you are! Going off, leaving me defensless like that. I could've been attacked while you were up and outta here."

Torikkumasutā: A strange spirit called me, father. It was a yokai just like me.

"Another birdman?"

Torikkumasutā: Yea, but far more stonger than I am. Like it was several different yokais at once. It was strange. It wanted me to accompany it to Earth. something about meeting three sisters on the way there.

"Why didn't you go? Your Ma's birthday?"

Torikkumasutā: Yuuuuulp.

"You may be a full grown man, but you still act like a 12 year old."

Torikkumasutā: Ha! I've been twelve for 20 years.

"And notice how bad that sounds."

Torikkumasutā: It's not that bad.

"Your best friend was worm that came out of a rotten apple."

Torikkumasutā: It was so adorable, Pa! The way it wiggles and squirms! Just so harmless it's cute!

"And that's why I didn't want you going out to Earth."

Meanwhile, Inga sleeps, having expended her already limited energy, resting up for the following day.

Exima: *stands right outside the M.P.D's damaged walls and walks into the courtyard*

Almost as soon as he does, multiple guards have manned the entrance and have guns pointed at him.

"State. Your. Buisness." One says sharply.

Exima: One and only chance. Where. Is. Inga Kankei? Be weary of how you answer that.

"I could say the same thing to you, Exima." A voice over the loudspeakers speaks up. "One and only chance. Leave now or be convicted with a felony. Besides, Inga Kankei is no longer here."

Exima: I have all the jurisdiction on all agency grounds and I am to help myself whatever I may acquire from any of them. In other words, I can do whatever and have whatever the hell I want from any agency I choose. And right now, I demand Inga Kankei's whereabouts. Now. The sooner you tell me, the sooner I leave.

"Even if I did tell you, it wouldn't make any difference. She might as well not be on Earth for all intensive purposes. All I can say is she is no longer on the whole of this contienet."

Exima: Earth...Continent...Hm...*turns around stomps off*

"Oh good. Thought I would have to drop a red matter bomb on his ass..."

Meanwhile

Torikkumasutā: And then Clare's partner returned as some machine or something, I don't know.

"How do you know it was actually her partner?

Torikkumasutā: They addressed her by name, and Clare said after she saved a school filled with people, the building collapsed on her and she was never seen again. For them to recognize her and she looks the way she does now, it's no doubt someone found her body and turned her into something else.

"What happened?"

Torikkumasutā: Well she whipped my shield like an egg for one and since the shield required my focus, my head burst into blood upon breaking and I was rendered unconscious for the time being. By the time I woke up, I ended up in these familiar woods

"Hm. Sounds like you're having the time of your life."

Torikkumasutā: Heh. Sure am. I should write a book on my adventures!

"...Torikku....You can't read."

Torikkumasutā: I can't?

"You haven't read since you were eight..."

Torikkumasutā: Oh...oh that's bad, isn't it?

"Very..."

---

Issac picks up his phone. "Oh yeah, Lux? Might want to make the party invite only." He says casually, as he reads data on his computer.

Isaac can feel a slight rumbling. As he wonders what was that, he hears multpile crashes, yelling, gun shots, and alarms.

Issac's eyes move toward the window, and a monsterous lightning bolt blasts the entire courtyard, and he begins walking toward the entrance of the facility, lightning flickering about him.

"Now I'm actually going to kill him."

Exima: *simply stands outside on top of a large pile of dead guards that covers 1/3 of the entire courtyard. All of them dead, either by one hit or literally ripped apart*

Issac takes one look at him, and slowly takes out a metal bat of sorts, and begins quietly approaching Exima. As he gets closer, his footsteps begin to make the ground shake, halfway there it is as if an earthquake is going off.

Exima: *simply stares down at Isaac for a moment. He turns back and slides down the pile of bodies and leaves*

"Come back again, and you'll learn respect ''real quick, boy." ''He says simply.

"...Oh, and why are you after Inga? The Admin set this up, or is there personal involvement here?"

Exima: Depends. How far would you go for family?

Issac closes his eyes, then opens them again, a flash of light illuminates them, then they are in an underground monitoring room overlooking a containment chamber, from the looks of things it seems almost more secure than an M.C.C.P. chamber.

"You asked how far would I go? Look down there."

Exima: *looks down at the chamber* You keeping someone down there?

He sees a woman laying in the chamber, twitching unnaturally as a monsterous transformation is slowly changing her.

"...That is my cousin. Clare. Horrific, is it not? This is a well kept secret of my agency. I would prefer you keep it that way."

Exima: No one to tell it to. Did the monsters do this to her?

"A monster. There is no way to cure her. ...Not that I have found. Yet. She may yet become one herself one day. Would you kill my cousin if that happened?" He asks coldly.

Exima: No doubt I would. If I didn't know she was human.

"And I would destroy you before you could." The light returns, and they are outside, Issac giving Exima a impartial look.

"If you want her that bad, you can wait a while longer. Inga I mean. Until then I have need of her."

Exima: Tell me, would you trust your cousin to the hands of another?

"Let me ask a different question. Why would I even tell you about her? You may have seen one hundred years, but you've learned nothing of them. I'll ask again. If I am a man so concerned for my cousin's safety, why would I tell you she even existed?"

Exima: Only to answer my question. The only difference is that you still havewhat's left of your family in custody, while mine lies in someone elses. Someone I don't know. And with the power she has, it's only natural that I'm doing what I am to retrieve her from those unknown clutches. I don't care how much you reasure me of her saftey, I want her back. She is all I have....the one bit of family I never thought I had that I thought existed. You take one man's everything, you take away his heart....So you can imagine me returning the favor...*he says so ever so darkly* If it's one thing lived without for nearly a hundred years is family, and to finally know that part of it is still alive brings me joy...now...She's in the hands of evil men who could absolutely do anything to her as they pleased....now imagine if this situation was more reversed. How would you feel?

Issac closes his eyes. "Funny what one's perception of 'evil' is. Not saying in certain cases that would be wrong, but hypocrisy serves no one, Exima. Besides. You act like she's innocent or something. That right there? Funny joke. But I ain't laughing. Cause it's not funny. Perhaps you've overlooked a very critical issue. She's wanted by the law. Something you can't override. That jurisdiction you mentioned? Doesn't apply to my agency."

He steps in right up to Exima and says in his ear in a whisper:

"...Beware Director Lux. If you want your damn sister, that's fine. But understand this. Don't fool with Lux. Don't ever fool with Lux. Second of all... ...your sister is the only salvation my cousin has left. I'm not about to let her go, not until my Clare is saved. And third of all... the only reason you're not dead, is because you and I want to protect something important. Family. You're getting off with a warning. Keep out of my way."

The Director of the Mythological Phenomena Department turns his back on Exima and enters the facility, not before a heavenly light descends upon the mountain of corpses and heals their wounds and restores them to life. An unseen force ejects Exima off the grounds.

Exima: *lands miles away from the facility. He takes a look back.* Unlike you, your cousin can be saved...my sister can not...*turns and stomps away*

Issac later calls Lux back.

"So, how was the playmate?" Lux asks slyly.

"You'll get yours, Lux. I wouldn't be coy."

"I wonder~"

Torikkumasutā: *is practicing his reading* Sea. Shells. Sea. Shells. By. The. Sea. Shore.

An owl flies through the window. The owl turns into a 13 year-old girl and she lands on top of  Torikkumasutā.

"Welcome home, Tori! I didn't expect to see you in ages!"

Torikkumasutā: Well things happened and I ended up back here, so I decided to stay until-

"Wow you are dirty all over. When will you change clothes?"

Torikkumasutā: Hopefully never.

"You can't keep wearing dirty clothes after taking a bath."

Torikkumasutā: You don't think I was my clothes?

"Not the way you keep dirtying them up again and again."

Torikkumasutā: Ah whatever? Where's master?

"Here." An old black man walks through the door. He has blind left eye scar, an old lieatard, and is carrying a wooden scythe. "Did you already get fired from your job or did you finally what big mistake it was to head to Earth?"

Torikkumasutā: Neither. I was simply wished here. *gets up* Nice to see you again, master! *attempts to hug him but is stoped when the old man's blade points at his neck*

" Personal space..."

Torikkumasutā: Awwwww.....*folds his arms childishly*

"Why are you back, Tori?"

Torikkumasutā: Well-

"A CE."

Torikkumasutā: What's that that?

"Human abominations created into something...almost undescrible. I just know they are at the bidding of an evil one."

Torikkumasutā: Who?

"A woman."

Torikkumasutā: *gasp* I knew it. No man is capable of such evil. We must stop here!

"But we're not."

Torikkumasutā: Why not?

"Cause I said so. Besides, you're only staying for two days then your going back to Hell."

Torikkumasutā: Y-you mean Earth, right?

"Hell."

Outside, a white fox is briefly seen running across the front lawn.

"You also got a visitor."

Torikkumasutā: Really? Who?

"It's a surpiiiise!"

Torikkumasutā: Ooooohhhh heheheheh. *exits the house*

"Everytime."

"Can I go outside too, master?"

"...Whatever."

"Yaaaaayyyy!" Follows Torikkumasutā outside.

"Those are your children."

"Are they?"

The white fox scampers on through the thick trees, then when it hears Tori, it immediately runs up a tree and hides among the branches.

Torikkumasutā: There it goes! Come sister! Let us follow our surpise visitor. *jumps across the trees with his sister close behind as they search for the white fox*

After rushing through the trees, he eventually goes through some trees, and hears a feral growl. Continuing forward, he is suddenly jumped by a blur of white, which is actually the fox as it suddenly sinks its sharp teeth straight into his face, snarling viciously.

Torikkumasutā: Bad dog! *chomps on the foxes tongue*

Tori's sister kicks the fox of Torikkumasutā and the white fox hits a tree and falls to the ground. The two siblings land. "You alright, Tori?"

Torikkumasutā: Bad dog! Very bad! You know get treat! I just wanted to play, but I guess you think your too good for us.

It lets out a snarl as it gets up, its hairs raised, a strangely cold blast of air ripples from its mouth. Then they notice the two tails.

"Oh oh, I've heard of these kind of yokai before. I think it's called a kitsune."

Torikkumasutā: I know what it is, but why is it here?

Its only response is a fierce snarl. It appears as though this one doesn't have much of an mind to it, until they notice a red spot on its side.

Torikkumasutā: Look...it's wounded. Ritor, what did you do?

Ritoru: I didn't kick it that hard, did I?

Torikkumasutā: How else did it get that wound. In this situation, we know exactly what to do.

Ritou: Put it out of it's misery, make meat out of it, and make a pelt out of it's fur?

Torikkumasutā: We normally would do that, but this time we're gonna help this one.

It makes another snarl, and blade like pillars of ice erupt the moment they try to get close. The wound does not appear to be from a blunt force, but rather, an open slash wound along its side and chest. Its build indicates it is female.

Torikkumasutā: Wai! Stop! We just want to help you!

It makes a growl, then furiously starts digging under the tree and into the root system, disappearing down the tiny hole quickly.

Torikkumasutā and Ritoru look down into the hole.

Ritoru: What now?

Torikkumasutā: We obvioulsy-

Ritoru: Smoke it out?

Torikkumasutā: We would normally do that, but this time were gonna go down after it.

Ritoru: You...sure?

Torikkumasutā: Positive! *jumps into the whole* Wheeeee!

A few seconds later, a vicious snarling begins as the fox begins biting and clawing his face, blasting ice at him as well in a flurry of kicks, screams, and snarls.

Torikkumasutā: Ow ow ow ow! Stop it! I'm trying to flippin' help! Ow! Jesus help!

Ritoru: Y-you need som help down there?

Torikkumasutā: I said 'Jesus help', not you! Ow!

The kitsune elects to start biting lower. Much lower. Around the pelvis, though it seems to be tiring.

Torikkumasutā: *has the kitsune in a head lock with his legs* Heh gotcha. So be still so I can heal you. *writes on the wound with his finger and a rune appears on it. The rune encompasses the wound and after the light disappears, the wound is no longer present* There! See? I told you you didn't have to be afraid. Now let me just...crawl outta here some how...huh....how am I gonna do this....hmmmmm.-

The kitsune begins kicking him in the face, quite a few strikes smash him in the lower jaw, she also flails her tails as well, smacking him in the head.

Torikkumasutā: AAaaarrgghh! What is it you want? I just wanna get outta of the hole! *tries to crawl out of the hole the best he can.*

The kitsune furiously attempts to escape his grasp and stay in the hole.

Torikkumasutā: *finally crawls out the hole breathing heavily with his clothes all scratched up* My God, that this is crazy!

Ritoru: Well there are such things a wild animals.

Torikkumasutā: Oh shush up.

Ritoru: You're the one who went straight down there with it, you a-hole!

They can still hear her snarling and yipping at them.

Torikkumasutā: Ah! *scurries away from the whole and clinges on to his sister's left in fear*

Ritoru: *looks down at him and shakes her head* Man, master would be so disappointed.

After a few minutes, the fox seems to quiet down.

Torikkumasutā: Seriously, what do we do?

Ritoru: Uh go home? There's nothing more for us to do here.

Torikkumasutā: But we cant.

Ritoru: *sigh* Why not?

Torikkumasutā: This isn't some random fox.

Ritoru: Sure it is, we saw it randomly and like the idiots we are we went after it.

Torikkumasutā: There is more to this fox than we know. I just know it.

Ritoru: You also said you're pet worm could talk.

On the other side of the large tree, they see dirt starting to fly.

Ritoru: I think it's getting out from the other side of the tree.

Torikkumasutā: What makes you say that?

It suddenly bursts out of that side and rockets off, wasting no time escaping.

Ritoru: Um, that.

Torikkumasutā: What makes you think it's not gonna come back?

Ritoru: *facepalms* How are you my older brother?

Torikkumasutā: ....Father Time?

Ritoru: *facepalms again*

The fox doesn't appear to return, and they soon decide to return to the house.

"Wonder where the kids are?"

Torikkumasutā and Ritoru come through the front door

"My God, boy. What kinda visitor were you dealing with?!"

Tafadzwa: They we're dealing with a kitsune.

"Oh. Another escaped yokai."

Torikkumasutā: Yea, we followed it to a tree. It was injured so-

"You put it out of it's misery, made meat out of it, and pelted it's fur, right?"

Torikkumasutā: I would noramlly do that, but not this time. I healed it.

Tafadzwa: Without leaving with all those injuries on your body.

Torikkumasutā: Don't worry, it's nothing.

Tafadzwa: *digs his pinky in one of his arm wounds*

Torikkumasutā: OW! OW! OH GOD OW! OWOWOWOWOW! AAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!

Tafadzwa: *takes his pinky out and looks at the blood on it* It is now. *wipes the blood off on Tori's clothes*

Torikkumasutā: *rubs his arm in pain* Ow...

A far ways away, the kitsune sniffs the scent trail of the two, mentally recording the direction they went off to, then sleeps for the rest of the day in a hollowed out tree.

The next day

Torikkumasutā: *sleeps on the couch all bandaged up*

Ritoru: *is asleep on the arm of the couch*

Tafadzwa: *is asleep while balancing on his scythe, like it's a hammock*

Faint noises can now be heard in the kitchen.

Tafadzwa: You're visitor's back...

Torikkumasutā: Ngghh...No mom...please don't eat me..

Tafadzwa: TORI! WAKE UP!

Torikkumasutā: *wakes up abruptly* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Ritoru: *falls over* Holy hell!

Tafadzwa: Something is in the kitchen. Deal with it.

Torikkumasutā: *moans unhappily* Morning ma-

Tafadzwa: Sorry, still sleeping.

Torikkumasutā: *limps into the kitchen* What am I lookin' for...*rubs his eye*

In the kitchen he sees the kitsune with its head in the food compartment, dragging a big piece of ham. Once it pulls its head out with the ham, it freezes when it sees him. It lowers into a crouch.

Torikkumasutā: *eyes slightly widen with alarm* Ugh...Good morning?

Tafadzwa: I swear to goo God, Torikkumasutā. You might as well be the dumbest myth I have ever trained.

Torikkumasutā: I can speak fluently, thank you very much.

Tafadzwa:...Don't make me get up from my sleep...

He notices something in its eyes he didn't see before yesterday. Fear. Yesterday its eyes were just wild with pain, but it seems to actually be afraid... of him.

Torikkumasutā: Hey...it's alright. Your safe here. I'm a yokai just like you, see. *spreads his wings* Wings. *flaps them*

She remains motionless.

Torikkumasutā: Hey, i'll just give you some room to eat, ok? *walks out of the kitchen*

Ritoru: Why is it here?

Torikkumasutā: No where else to go? What do you thing, ma-.

Tafadzwa: Still asleep. *is rocking himself back and forth*

A few moments go by, then Tori hears it eating, once the noise stops, they see its head peek out of the kitchen momentarily, then quietly shrink back into the kitchen.

Torikkumasutā: She must've came from that village. The one were Pa took us away from, when I was about to be born.

Tafadzwa: *sacasticly* Oh how did you ever come to that conclusion?

Torikkumasutā: Well if one were to put two and two together-

Tafadzwa: You say one more word, I will put my foot where you don't want it to be.

Torikkumasutā: Yes master!

The kitsune appears to not be moving from the kitchen, though she doesn't appear to be raiding it either, it's silent in there.

Torikkumasutā: You ok in there? You went quite.

He sees her head cautiously stick out, very much timid.

Torikkumasutā: You ok? You were quite for a moment.

She doesn't move, her grey blue eyes watching him fearfully.

Torikkumasutā: Here. *takes a half eaten chocolate out of his pocket and tosses it to the kitsune*

Tafadzwa: *eye abruptly open* Did you just toss chocolate to that thing?

Torikkumasutā: Yea, why?

Tafadzwa: SHE'S GONNA DIE FROM IT, YOU ASSHOLE!!!

Torikkumasutā: *sinks in shame*

Tafadzwa: GO GET IT!

Torikkumasutā: *scurries over to the kitsune and takes the chocolate back, then retreats back to the couch*

Tafadzwa: *looks at Tori and shakes his head in shame* Desceneded from the stupidest bird on Earth...

The kitsune stretches her head out from the kitchen, and sniffs where the chocolate had been, then looks toward Tori curiously.

Torikkumasutā: *nibbles on the chocolate out of sadness*

The kitsune quietly eyes both Tafa and Ritoru, slowly starting to inch forward, keeping to the opposite wall of them.

Tafadzwa: Come now,Ritoru. We have training to do.

Ritoru: Awwww, I haven't eaten breakfast.

Tafadzwa: Food is for those who have-

Ritoru: Worked for it, yea. *gets up* Bye, Torikku. *turns into an owl and flies out the window*

Tafadzwa: Don't accidentally kill the thing while I'm gone. *walks out the front door*

The kitsune watches them leave, then looks back at Tori, then slowly approaches him, once she closes the distance between them, she sits down, looking up at him. He notices a red collar on her neck, which was put on her too tightly.

Torikkumasutā: *looks carefully at it, then unlatches it from around the kitsune's neck* There you go.

Looking at the tag attached, he sees a name. 'Aimi'.

Torikkumasutā: So your name is Aimi, huh?

Out of nowhere, she jumps on top of him and begins furiously licking his face, her tails wag furiously.

Torikkumasutā: *begins to playfully laugh* What's gotten into you? You finally found a friend, huh?

She stops licking his face and playfully nips his nose, then circles around and then lays on him, curling up. When he tries to get up, she makes a growl.

Torikkumasutā: *simply strokes her fur* You must've been through alot back at that village. I wonder what is must've been like...*he trials off at the thought of it*

She eventually closes her eyes and falls asleep on his lap, soothed by him petting her.

Torikkumasutā: *soon he too falls asleep on the couch with his hand on the kitsune's head*

Tori's father comes rolling out in his wheel chair. "Mornin-" Sees Tori sleeping on the couch with the kitsune asleep in his lap. " I swear if you weren't my son, I'd call you a bum."

The kitsune's ears flicker at his voice, and she lifts her head, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

"How did you escape? Snuck out at night, open door, played dead, snuck off while no one was lookin', leash was loose. Heard a bunch of those."

She only whimpers, and lowers her head onto Tori's leg.

"Eh whatever fine. Look, your welcome to stay but no longer than two days. I only got enough food for three, not counting Torikku." Heads into the kitchen and sees the ham bone. "Aaaannd you ate ma' ham... Well we're off to a good start to the morning."

She whimpers again, her ears drop slightly. Her ears suddenly perk up, and she suddenly races outside into the woods.

"Was it something I said?"

Torikkumasutā: *is snoring*

"Had to come back so soon. Couldn't have waited for a month or so to come back."

He hears running, and he soon sees the kitsune has returned with a huge boar kill, and she pushes it onto the porch, then sits down and looks at him with an odd expression, as though she is hoping to appease him in some way.

"Oh...well thanks. No I need to wake Tori so he can come butcher this thing." He grabs a thick book and wheels over to Tori. "Wake up, Tori. You lazy bastard!" Smacks his head with the book.

Torikkumasutā: *abruptly wakes up* AAARRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!

"I need you to got outside and butcher this pig"

Torikkumasutā: *stands up* Yes sir. *takes a cleaver and drags the boar outside*

She looks at his father hopefully, wagging her tails a bit.

Several minutes later

Torikkumasutā: *walks through the door with several severed pieces of ham in his arms* Got'em.

"Good, now give me the leg. You're mother always likes having breakfast prepared before she wakes up."

Torikkumasutā: *hands his father the leg and puts the remaining pieces in the cooling pantry*

Tori's father begins to slice up the leg in multiple cut pieces.

She scampers after Tori, occasionally niping his leg, trying to get attention.

Torikkumasutā: Oh hey there Aimi. *smiles and pets her on the head* How'd you sleep?

She licks his hand, wagging her tails more enthusiastically.

Torikkumasutā: I bet you slept alot better than I did. Atleast you didn't get a book to the head.

Tori's father begins cooking the sliced ham. He is also cooking grits and eggs to go wth the sliced ham

Aimi walks over to the couch and lays on it, closing her eyes.

Several more minutes later

"Done." Fills two bowls with grits, eggs, and ham and puts it on a tray. "Me and your mother will be in the room when you'll need us." Wheels off into his room.

Torikkumasutā: *fills two bowls with grits, eggs, and ham. He takes a fork and heads over to the couch* Here you go, Aimi. *puts a bowl in front of her and sits next her, eating his own bowl* Thanks for the boar too. Breakfast ain't breakfast unless you get protein out of it.

She starts digging in, though afterwards her muzzle is all dirty.

Torikkumasutā: You sure were hungry huh? I haven't even finished my bowl yet. Here. *goes to the kitchen and takes a wash cloth and wipes off Aimi's muzzle* There you go. *looks at his breakfast bowl* Want the rest of mine?

She seems to blink, then shakes her head, a little bit more intelligent of an answer than he would have expected of her.

Torikkumasutā: Alright then. *finishes eating his breakfast bowl* Hmmm...what to do today...hmmmm...Oh yea that's right! Hey Aimi, you wanna help me find a present for my Ma? Her birthday is tomorrow.

Her head tilts, apparently confused.

Torikkumasutā: You know, a gift. Birthday. Do you know anything about those?

She makes a confused whine.

Torikkumasutā: That must be a no. Well don't worry. I'll tell you on the way while we look. *gets up and heads out the door*

She looks about, then curiously starts following him.

Meanwhile

Inga flexes her arms, testing the strength of the binds.

''My bonds are made for that of a normal human... ...the devices are canceling out my causality from affecting my environment. ....Perhaps...''

The restraints suddenly creak violently, as the chains suddenly struggle to hold her. First one, then another, until all the chains snap and the alarms blare.

''It is time... ...to escape.''

Exima: *eyes widen abruptly. He simply stands and looks up into the sky and crouches down with his hands clasped together over his head* Lord, the only bit of family you have blessed me with is in the hand of another who wants to save his own family through her. Through unknown methods I fear for. Please. What must I do? Walk away or turn back around...*exhales. Stands up and opens his eyes to the skies* When all is out of my hand, you will work it out. *continues to walk off*

Inga begins battling her way through the complex in which she was inprisoned, limping as fast as she can, her belly has grown even more, just enough to impede her movements.

''Must... escape...''

Exima: *stops once again and lifts his head. He turns around and sees lights gleaming from the clouds back where he came* But Lord...it is not my place...*looks up into the sky* You're right. I will not turn my back on what I have. If one takes it from me, then I shall take it back. It's all I have before it's gone. *skates toward the gleaming lights.*

Inga continues her escape, now headed toward blast doors, which all start closing, trying to prevent her from accessing the tunnels, ones which lead back to the mainland. They crumble and tear apart as she approaches them, she beats down the guards as they come near her, reaping their souls as she continues her struggle, using them to fuel her body and her child's needs. She lets out a moan of pain, briefly falling on her knees as the child grows again.

''No... ...two. Three? ''She cannot be certain. One one has developed to be recognizable.

-

Torikkumasutā: And that, Aimi, is what birthdays and presents are.

"Aro?" She yips.

Torikkumasutā: I know. They propably don't teach you this where you come from, but you'll see. When Ma's birthday comes, you'll see what I mean. You might be a visual learner. I wonder what mom would like, but.....where am I suppose to get her present....I simply can't make her one with bamboo or nothing and I'm tired of making cake and not give her a legit gift....hmmm...probably should've thought this through more.

She seems to look up at Tori more, before biting into his leg and sweeping him onto her back, just as she seems to grow much larger, large enough to ride. Without warning, she takes off at high speed through the forest.

Torikkumasutā: *is holding on the best he can* WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Tafadzwa and Ritoru are walkign through the forest until Tori and Aimi fly right past them

Torikkumasutā: HI MASTEEEEEEEEEEERRR!

Tafadzwa: *his face is still* I seriously hate that boy

Ritoru: *gasp* Master! Hate is such a strong word!

Tafadzwa: It's the right word. Why else would I say it?

The kitsune seems to know where it's going, eventually he notice it climbing up an increasing elevation, until he realizes she is climbing up a mountain range, along a mountain pass.

Torikkumasutā: Where are you taking me that we gotta go so high for?!

She eventually makes her way back down at noon, and they arrive at a city. She looks up at Tori, wagging her tails. The sign on the entryway says 'New Vince'

Torikkumasutā: Huh. Never been here before. Thanks Aimi. *dismounts* Hmmmm...where to start....a store! Duh. *begins walking the streets. After awhile he realizes no one is around* Hmmm...strange...you sure this place isn't deserted?

She whines, confused.

Meanwhile, Chaz is trying to appease to the mob

Chaz: Ok listen. No need to get pissed at us about what happened. I mean in all honesty, we were basically setting ourselves for failure with putting a fuse box in that small-ass park over there. I mean come on, gus! A fuse box in a park! Parks are for children! Why would you put a fuse box in park for kids! That's already as dangerous as it is.

Man: Not only that! Whatever that goes wrong with our everyday lives, it's because of you three buffoons, trying to amuse yourselves! Mostly you would put people in the hospital, but now you killed 20 of them from the Black-Out! 20! You left us all vulnerable to the hooligans of the night and now some of our loved ones are dead, injured, or no longer can make a living. Try to sing your way out of this one, cause we're gonna be making you sing a different tune...

Chaz: ''Well screw you too, old man! ''Listen, we didn't intend for any of this to happen. Hell, I was unconscious in alley when this happened! These two....yea are legit morons, but they were just playing.

Man: No surprise that even when you play soccer you manage to screw things up.

Chaz: Ok man, you're really making it hard for me to plead my case.

Man: You shot a man of the law!

Chaz: The man was gonna kill me over some past transgressions! I didn't even raise a weapon at him!

Man: Yea but this fool did! *points at Morsel*

Morsel: *digs in his nose with his pinky*

Chaz: You ever heard of self-defense! I'm pretty sure you are allowed to that!

Man: We are fed up with you! That law has let you slip by too much-

Chaz: More like they never came a-knockin' at our doorstep.

Man: Now we're gonna take matters into our own hands!

Chaz: If you makes y'all feel better....we can say sorry to all the dead people at the funeral. Is that good?

''Another man walks up to Chaz and slugs him right across the face. Morsel pushes the man back in the mob. Chaz stands up and wipes his face.''

Chaz: *sigh* Then there's only one thing we can do now...*out of nowhere, he throws tear gas at the old man's face*

Man: *his eyes are burning* AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH! *falls to the ground in pain*

Chaz, Tippy and Morsel enter their house

Chaz: YOU WANNA KILL US! THEN COME TRY, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Man: Kill'em!

''The mob begins to attack the house with all they've got. Rocks, bullets, malotovs, just about anything.''

Chaz: *is ducked down against the wall with an AK-47 in his hand* Man, their hitting us harder than we thought, Morse.

Tippy is in the attic. He get's a T-Shirt launcher and a box filled with cans of tear gas and heads over to the attic window. He loads the first can into the T-shirt launcher and takes aim at the mob. But before he pulls the trigger, he takes out a pair of shades out his back-pocket and puts them on, then begins to shoot at the crowd.

She makes another whine at Tori, urging him to hurry.

Torikkumasutā: What what? What is it? *listens closely and years angry yells and gunshots* Oh My Gosh...Did you just send us into a flippin' warzone!? *exhales* I apologize...I didn't mean to cuss. Come on *starts to sprint*

Chaz: Alright Morse, this is it. It's time to see if 5 years of playing Call of Duty paid off.

''Both clasp the others hand and bring each other in and pat each other on the back. They rise up and begin to shoot back at the mob.''

Torikkumasutā and Aimi make it just in time to see the riot take place

Torikkumasutā: Whoa...I gotta admit, that is pretty flippin' cool. *exhales* Again...sorry for my language. Is this what you wanted to show me?

She snaps angrily at him, nipping his leg. Apparently not.

Torikkumasutā: No? Ok then. Store first, then we come back to end this madness....or is it the other way around...hmmmm...

Aimi seems to notice a man in particular in the crowd, which begins to make her hair stand straight up, and she begins to snarl.

Torikkumasutā: *takes notice* Hey. *crouches down and pets her head* What is it girl?

She suddenly springs forward with a violent, murderous snarl, and as she slams into the crowd, a huge gust of icy air blows into them, causing anyone she smashes into to get frozen into ice as she rampages straight for the man.

Torikkumasutā: Aimi! *runs into the crowd*

Chaz, Tippy, and Morsel looked surprsed and confused at what just happened

Chaz: What the fuck...

Torikkumasutā: *tackles Aimi and had her in a head-lock* Aimi, what's gotten into you? I've never seen you act like this before. Well actually I had just met you today, so-

She rolls, smashing him onto the ground, just as the man suddenly dons a hood and runs off, and Aimi grows larger than a person and charges off after him, Tori barely able to hang onto her.

Torikkumasutā: Aimi, what's the matter!?

Chaz: ....Uhhhhhhhh....O-ok?....That definitely happened...*sees the crowed diminished* Morse, now's our chance!

Both firing at all that is left of the crowd

Chaz: Tips, get the rocket launcher! Time to blow the motherfuckers away!

Tippy: *drops the T-shirt launcher and gets the grenade launcher and loads it up. He takes aim, pulls the trigger and fires*

Slow motion

The rocket reads "Solid for Life" and it blows up who ever is left of the mob. The survivors scurries off back into the city.

Chaz: YEAAAAAA! We won, fuckers! HAHAHA! Solid for liiiife! *chest bumps Morsel*

Tippy: *slowly nods with a supposed badass expression*

The man makes it to the edge of the city, and turns, giving the two a mocking salute, and says, "I'll see you later, daughter." He then disappears in a flash of smoke, and Aimi roars with outrage.

Torikkumasutā: *is breathing heavily and let's go with his boy slightly shaking* So...that guy's your father...You must really not like him....Is he the one who did all those bad thing to you back at the village?

She only replys with a snarl, and starts trotting off.

Torikkumasutā: Waaaaiiitt...*falls to his knees in tiredness* What about my Ma's present? Can we atleast get that before we go home?

She stops and makes a growl, then curls up, giving a pointed look to him.

Torikkumasutā: I know you must be very upset...but I know how to make it feel better.

She makes an impatient yip.

Torikkumasutā: *hugs Aimi* Hugs always make things better. Master also told me they can cure cancer.

She makes a small growl. She points her head toward a store.

Torikkumasutā: Oh yea that's right. Thanks Aimi. *goes into the store and gets some cake mix, milk, and eggs. He then begins to look for a present* Present, present, what would be the perfect present? Hmmmm.....

Aimi curls up under a tree, snarling at anyone foolish enough to get close. The band notices from the south a very large group of people in white armor marching toward the city.

Chaz: ooooohhh shiiit. I better there here to take us to jail. We can't fight the fools, boys. We're gonna have to stand now and pray to good God the don't kill us on the spot.

Tippy and Morsel give him a "Are you serious?" look

Chaz: Ooor. We could take this time to go off into the woods of the valley and hideout in our vacation home.

Everyone thumbs up and the head into their room

"OOOOOOrrrrrrrrr, you stay where you are and answer my questions." The voice of a woman says from just outside their room. "And a bit too late for leaving, I already put up my barrier. I know how... 'tricksy' you fools are."

Chaz: I swear we didn't kill anyone this time! Well...not by unintentional trickery that is.

A woman with short violet hair and a long ponytail, with green eyes walks into their room, with two handguns present in her hands, but they aren't pointed up, rather at the ground. Her outfit is standard Azure combat uniform decked with weaponry like combat knifes, a shotgun, and various types of pistol.

She glances at them. "My name is Commander Oliv Walker, Leader of Squad Two. You are officially being detained, and the city is under martial law as approved by the Lord and Lady of New Vince. ...Notice I said 'detained', and not 'arrested'.

....And if I so much as see a finger twitch, I'm blowing your heads off, Chaz, Tippy, Morsel. There's too many bodies on the street outside your house as it is for me to not have my guard up. Now, tell me what happened, I want to hear the full story."

Chaz: *sighs* Weeelllll...

5 minutes later

Chaz: And that is exactly what had happened?

"...And why exactly do you have a stash of lethal weaponry of that level? ....Tear gas is one of many banned items... bombs and anything beyond a pistol also in those lists... ...You know you're in hot water again, right?"

Chaz: Well you see...the way our life is set-up....We have just recently heard that the Azure prison had been compromised by a mechanical beast that had leveled Azure to some degree. Now a few villains are out and about. We are concerned that one inparticular is coming back to...take what's his and pay us what we've earned.

Oliv looks at him impartially. "...If it wasn't for the fact someone has bailed you on this one, you would be arrested and well on the way to jail. ...You're lucky, you understand that, right?"

Chaz: Well no. Reason? The law sucks here And the people have avoided us up until just now. But I still appreciate you for helping us out. But luck is for the superstitious. But close-calls, more legit.

Morsel: *agrees to what he's saying*

They hear footsteps, and Michiko walks through the doorway behind Oliv.

"This fine young lady, the ambassador of the Moonlight Clan has got you off the hook. You're still coming with us to Azure though. You're nothing getting off that easy. You're going to do some work."

Oliv walks out, leaving them with Michiko, who looks at them for a moment, then...

"....I thought I told you to call." She says flatly.

Chaz: Ithought it was only for band-related stuff. Besides, we felt like Noriko would have more important things to do than deal with the likes of commoners who hurt her feelings.

Michiko gives him a look that flattens him like a truck. "You realize we are democratically elected from one of many families, and any family can rise to Royal rank, correct? And besides, if a woman gives you her number, don't act like a pea brain and think you can't just have a normal conversation. .....And another thing..."

Michiko closes her eyes. "She's not at home anymore. She's on the run from Phoenix, last I heard. She and Drake left the palace days ago, and I've not had any word of their present affairs. I came here hoping to find them."

Chaz: Whoa...then we're sorry to hear that...now I wish I had listened Tips about apologizing to her.

Tippy: *nods all snooty like*

She crosses her arms. "I don't believe any of you are in the position to ridicule each other. Now get all of your stuff sorted, you're going to be moving."

Chaz: Ah shit. Where to?

"Azure. You're going to do work for them. Mainly building houses and things like that. You'll be paid for it, and you'll also get to build your own."

Chaz: Oh...well, um...See..umm..we can't move...Well we can, but we don't want to. Don't take this the wrong way, we'll work definitely since our gear is destroyed. We just....can't move away from New Vince, especially now.

"Old rivals out to kill you and so on? Don't give me that. You have better things to do with your life than being harassed by a mob and worrying about old gangs." She says, opening her eyes, her eyes are stern at the present.

Chaz: You don't understand...this one is different. We afraid he might complete his goal, whether Azure is involved or not. The mob thing, we totally had in the bag, but him retuning is...something we've been preparing for. It's not just us, but New Vince as a whole. He practilly owned this city back in the day, just no one knew it. This time, he'll make it known.

Michiko walks right up to him, mere inches away as she gives him a harsh look.

"If an entire organization with more training than any human military could have can't handle it, then don't expect me to believe you can. And you did not have it in the bag."

Chaz: That's the thing...you can't handle it...not anymore. We can't leave...not now.

"Hey, come here."

Chaz: Ugh...Ok. *walks over to her* Y-yes?

She proceeds to sucker punch him in the stomach, hard.

"Are you quite deaf? I just told you, if Azure can't handle it, then you can't either. We're done talking about this. The majority of whatever 'handling' you've been doing has been handling your tv remote!" She snaps.

Chaz: *is taken back by what she said* Maybe we're a bunch of couch potatoes or maybe stereotypes are bullshit.

Tippy: *taps Chaz on the shoulder and begins making gestures and movements*

Chaz: Hm. You're might aswell be right.

"......Look, I'm sorry. But I don't want to hear false promises or heroic stupidity from anyone else. ....I'm already having to endure the worry about my sister and Drake. ...Don't give me more to pile on the dung heap." She walks out.

Chaz: We know what it's like, you know. To lose a sibling. We know, we've lost two of them, almost an extra two.

........

Aimi watches the storefront Tori is in, and yips, wanting him to hurry.

Torikkumasutā: *comes out the store with two bags in his hand* Ok, I'm out. I think I got the perfect present too. Let's go, Aimi.

She makes a growl, then sweeps him up onto her back and rushes off toward home, much faster than before though. Far behind them on a hill overlooking the city, the hooded man watches them leave.

"My daughters... what vile beasts they are... hmmph. ...What shall I do with the next one....?" He walks into the tree line.

Back at the house

Torikkumasutā: *pulls all his ingredients on the table* Alright, now to get to it. You wanna help me, Aimi.

She doesn't respond, instead curled up on the couch, napping.

Torikkumasutā: Um ok. Just me then. *begins to follow his steps at making his mom's favorite fruit cake*

Unseen to Tori, subtle changes begin happening to Aimi's body as he makes the cake, her legs slowly readjust, her forelegs changing into rough humanoid arms, and her front paws become more like hands, her face becoming more of a mix of human and fox. She also has shrunk to a more manageable humanoid size.

Torikkumasutā: *pours the mix in a bowl and puts it in the oven* Ok. Now all is left is to let it bake. *turns around and sees Aimi* Ah! Oh My God! That girl ate Aimi! Fatheeeeeeer!

Tori's father comes rolling out with a crossbow in arms "Whaaaaaa!?"

Torikkumasutā: That girl ate Aimiiii! *falls to his knees and begins to cry*

Tori lowers the crossbow and slaps Tori over the head. "That is Aimi, dammit!"

Torikkumasutā: B-b-b-b-but...

"She's a Yokai, Torikku. She has a beast and human form. Just like you!"

Torikkumasutā: Oh....sorry dad.

Turns and wheels back into his room. "Swear to God I'm too old for this..."

Aimi seems to have not heard anything, her eyes dull. The transition seems to be continuing, with all of the fur on her body retracting slowly, and her body continues to take a more and more refined human shape, until all that is left is her twin fox tails, and her ears. However, she seems to not have any head hair, her head completely bald except for some fuzzy white hair which appears after a few minutes. She appears to be a girl of about 14-16 of age. She curls up her body, cold from the lack of fur or anything to cover her body.

Torikkumasutā: *slowly goes over to Aimi* A-Aimi..is that...you? *pokes her cheek*

She makes a tiny moan in her throat, closing her eyes, tired.

Torikkumasutā: Heh, it sure is. *takes a small box and wraps in gift wrap* My first present to Ma. She is going to love this! Now, I wait for the cake.

12 minutes later

Ding!

Torikkumasutā: Done! *takes the cake out of the oven and sets it on the counter. Puts whip cream on the top of the cake and finishes off with a raspberry on top of the cream*

Aimi meanwhile starts to shiver.

Torikkumasutā: *takes notice of Aimi's shivering* Cold huh? *takes a blanket from under the couch and throws them over Aimi* That should do it.

After a few minutes, she seems to warm up and stop shivering.

Torikkumasutā: *is asleep against the couch on the floor*

When he wakes up, he find a white fluffy tail in his face.

Torikkumasutā: *swipes the tail from in front of his face and gets up, then stretches. He then walks out sides and breathes*

Tori after a few minutes starts hearing some clanging and rustling coming from the kitchen.

Torikkumasutā: *peeks through the doorway* What?

Aimi can be seen awkwardly rumaging through the kitchen, she appears to have found what she was looking for: a chicken leg. She apparently a. has not been taught to stand on two legs, and b. taught to wear clothes, as the blanket is discarded near the couch. She freezes when she sees Tori.

Torikkumasutā: Um....glad to see you awake? You know if you were hungry you could let me know.

She looks at him wide eyed, and her tails start to wag.

Tori's father comes wheeling in with his crossbow again. "I head a clankin'. Who goes-" Sees Aimi naked and instantly is frantic. "Aaaahhhh! Why is there no clothes on that thing?!"

Torikkumasutā: Well-

" I can take a guess, Torriku! I meant why haven't you clothed her?"

Torikkumasutā: We have no extra clothes, Pa.

"Give her yours! Or atleast wrap the blanket over her!"

Torikkumasutā: Uhhh...Pa.

"What?!"

Torikkumasutā: Your nose...

"What about it?"

Torikkumasutā: It's ummm...bleeding.

"What?" Feels his noses and he sees blood on his hands. He instantly covers his nose. "See what your pet done did!?" Turns around and heads back into his room. "Don't know why I even bother.."

Torikkumasutā: Well you heard pops. *takes off his shirt and puts it on Aimi* There. That should do.

She looks at it curiously, then vainly attempts to scratch with her legs, still unused to her human form.

Torikkumasutā: Not used to being two-legged huh? Hmmm. Come with my outside.

She looks at him, then back on the chicken leg, then determinedly begins munching on it, completely ignoring him.

Torikkumasutā: Alright, I'll wait after you eat.

Even after she finishes the meat, she appears to be trying to gnaw on the bone.

Torikkumasutā: Alright fine, I'll just finish taking my breather. *goes back outside*

She eventually leaves it on the floor, and proceeds to crawl after him, managing to sneak up on him and tackles him to the ground, then stares down at him while on top of him, her tails wagging.

Torikkumasutā: You sure do like surprising me. Heheh.

"....T-t-t-ooooo.....?"

Torikkumasutā: What are you trying to say?

"Toooo-ooooo... toooo...rrrrrrrrr.... toorrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." He is starting to get the impression she is trying to mimic speech.

Torikkumasutā: To-ri-kku. Say it with me. To-

"Tooooooooooooooo...." She mimics.

Torikkumasutā: Ri-

"......Tooooot?"

Torikkumasutā: Ha! no not 'Toot'. Torikku. To-ri-kku.

"Toot toot!" She says cheerfully, hugging him.

Torikkumasutā: HAHAHA! Oh that's hilarious! Like a train!

She stops hugging him after a while, and simply falls asleep on top of him.

Torikkumasutā: All these naps. I wonder if they're even healthy for us Yokai.

While sleeping, her head comes to a rest on top of his, and after a few minutes he feels her teeth bite his earlobe, she appears to be trying to munch on it.

Torikkumasutā: Owowowowowowowow. *manages to get his ear out from the clutches of her teeth*

"Fuhw fuhw..." She mumbles as she then latches onto his nose.

3 minutes later

Tafadzwa and Ritoru make it to the house

Ritoru: Man, today was long.

Tafadzwa: It was only long because you didn't want train.

Ritoru: It was long because you took a nap.

Tafadzwa: I was meditating

Ritour: That was not meditating! I know the difference, Master!

Tafadzwa: Please, you could tell a raven from a crow.

Ritoru: They looks almost the same.

Tafadzwa: Yes almost. That's why you can't tell the diffrerence. *sees Torikku and Aimi*

Torikkumasutā: Hi Master!

Tafadzwa: She finally reverted to her humanoid state. Must've took time.

Torikkumasutā: Good thing it was a long day. *smiles*

Ritoru: And why are you still shirtless. Don't answer that, I just remembered.

Tori is still having trouble keeping her from biting him.

Torikkumasutā: Ow. She's been sleeping alot lately.

Tafadzwa: Not even a half-beast should be that unproductive. *yanks Aimi of Torikku with his scythe* Isn't it about time for your mother's birthday?

Torikkumasutā: Oh yes, it sure is! *gets up and heads into the house, then takes the fruit cake out of the refrigerator*

Aimi shakes herself, woken up thanks to Tafa's rude awakening.

She looks around for a moment, then looks at Tafa and... "Taffy!" She chirps.

Torikkumasutā: Heheh. Taffy.

Tafadzwa:....Torikku...

Torikkumasutā: Yea huh?

Tafadzwa: Don't you ever take in a stray...ever...

Torikkumasutā: No need to tell  me. *hugs Aimi* Aimi is all I need.

Tafadzwa: And now I feel slightly emotional. Sickening. *heads into the house*

She lets out a squeak when he hugs her, her eyes wide and looking up at him.

Torikkumasutā: You can't be the only one giving out hugs. *smiles and ruffles up her hair*

She roughly grabs ahold of him and gives him a hug in turn, though hers is a bit... strong.

Torikkumasutā: Ah dang it! Why are you always hurting me?

"Hu?" She stops, the hug suddenly more gentle and timid.

Ritoru: Come on, Tori. It's time for Ma's birthday.

Torikkumasutā: Yaaaay! Birthdaaay! *leaps from Aimi's grasp and into the house*

"Toot toot?" She chirps in confusion, then starts crawling after him.

Torikkumasutā: *takes the fruit cake out of the refrigerator and waits by the room* Oh boy, this is it! My first present to mother for her birthday. I feel so non-guilty for all those years haven't given her a present.

Aimi comes crawling in, though her hands and knees are dirty from crawling on the ground.

Torikkumasutā: I bet my Ma can't wait to see you too, Aimi.

Tafadzwa: Just go ahead already.

Torikkumasutā: Ok. *breathes. Then heads into the room* Surpri- *gets shot in the head with and arrow and falls back, unmoving*

Ritru: *is completely shocked* Tori!...Tori No!

Tafadzwa: *tries not not to smile*

Aimi tilts her head to one side, confused.

Pa: *facepalm* That was our son, Suanzu.

Ma: *is holding the crossbow* We have a son?

Pa: Yes.

Ma: Oh...well. He should know that I don't like surprises

Pa: Yea...I'll tell him that when he wakes up.

Aimi crawls toward Tori and looks at him curiously, then starts tickling his face with her tails.

Torikkumasutā: *is still isn't moving*

Tafadzwa: *picks Tori up and tosses him over his shoulder* Looks like your son won't be attending to your birthdat this year, Miss Anzu.

Ma: Today's my birthday?

Pa: Yes.

Ma: How old am I turning?

Pa: 86.

Ma: T-that means I'm young, right.

Pa: *smiles* I wish.

Aimi curiously tilts her head inside the doorway, then looks at Tafa.

"Taffy?" She says, still confused about Tori.

Tafadzwa: *looks at her from the corner of his good eye* He'll live. He'll just be out for awhile.

Torikkumasutā: *mumbles*

She seems to get a slightly bored expression and curls up on the floor, resting her head on her tails.

Tafadzwa: *walks out the door with Torikku and into the wilds*

She proceeds to take a nap, making tiny snores on occasion.

Night Time

Aimi has since migrated to the couch.

A mechanical thump can be heard outside

-

Inga comes to a rest, curling up in a fetal position, her belly having grown to its full extent and weight. She lets out a weak moan as her triplets kick against her. The last of her body's resources are spent, her growing children are sucking her dry of every last drop of her energy, she hardly is able to steal souls to keep herself energized, and has taken to hiding herself in one of the storage crates, but the hiding place will not last her much longer.

''And I had just gotten out of the lower levels... ....they'll find me again soon... ...Too weak... hungry... thirsty... ''

''A series of guns shots and crashing can be heard in the distnace. Inga can even hear yells of retreat in the distance as well as running being drowned by the sounds of multiple sirens''

She hardly notices, her fatigue too great, her vision and hearing flickering in and out of focus, at times her vision is completely blurred and her hearing nothing but distant noise.

Before she completely looses focus, she can see a silhouette of a tall masculine figure reach out to her.

She doesn't move, the first time in her life she is resigned to fate, accepting it as meekly as a lamb awaiting slaughter.

The moment she opnes her eyes, she finds herself in a hotel room wit a tray with waffles, eggs, bacon, grapes, yogurt, cereal, and wilk and orange juice in her lap.

She doesn't move, her mind dull and sluggish and taking a while to respond. In her current condition, her entire body feels too heavy for her to so much as lift her fingers. When she finally does gain some of her mental faculties, a mere throaty dry croak is her first utterance, and her head twitches as she vainly tries to move her head.

From the corner of her eye, she can sees a lean man with metal hind legs looking out the patio window

She manages to force her neck to move enough so that her head flops in his direction, making a slight but audible noise, though her eyes look flat and almost lifeless.

''The man lifts his head slightly and turns to reveal Exima's face. He simply walks over to Inga, and pours some of the orange juice in her mouth and lets her swallow it steadily and then chops up her waffles''

Exima: Gather your strength. You need to eat.

Inga's eyes trail off toward the waffles. She doesn't move, but her eyes come back toward Exima. Ater a moment he can register the tiny flickering questioning look barely detectable in her eyes. There is an unspoken question being asked.

Exima: Those eyes say alot. I did it because you are all I have left. My only family that I haven't had in over a century. I want to atleast enjoy some bit of it before it's gone again.

He hears her breath become louder as her mind continues to regain a hold of itself, a small amount of strength and awareness is in her eyes now. She lies there for a while, her head turning away. After a minute, he sees her attempt to move her body, but she is unable to fully rise and bend herself due to her belly.

"Hel.......p...." Her voice croaks. "Ea...t...."

Exima: *feeds her a piece of waffle*

She remains unable to largely move, and after she has eaten the waffles, she falls asleep, the effort to remain awake thus far too taxing. An hour later, she wakes again, though she has had time to digest and appears to have more energy, remaining awake but not making much of an attempt to interact, her eyes seem closed off now that her awareness has grown stronger.

Exima is nowhere to be seen until she looks up and see shim hanging from the ceiling upside down doing sit-ups

"...Brother... you are going to be an uncle."

Exima: *stops instantly from hearing the word uncle* I know...*unlatches his clawed feet from the ceiling and lands in the chair next to the bed* It would never have happened if I didn't turn my back on you...

"It wouldn't have mattered. I turned my back on you first. And I was right to. After all, what is the worth of family when they sell each other out for a personal vendetta?" She says, then coughs heavily, having used too much force in her voice.

"I considered it, you know. Letting you take care of one... ...but then you betrayed me to them. The kind of people mother fled so that I could live a normal life. The kind of people who took that away from me, for in order to protect her I had to run away. ...The last time I ever saw her. What I would give to see her again... ...and you slandered her and me. For what, Exima?" She coughs again, but refuses to ease herself.

Exima: To avenge them...and others who have underwent the same as I...My family was...but that didn't mean others had to loose theirs too...Sacrifice...My only family for everyone elses families...so they don't have turn out like I did...cause if you think the world is as bad as it is, just imagine everyone else just like me...At this point I'm probably making excuses for myself...A man who fears the light of day, flies under the radar.

She slowly places a hand on her belly. "Avenge mother? Father? Exima... the only people who targeted our family, who has abused our powers, is the people you have been working for from the beginning. The Administrator, the Military, they're who did this to our family. You should be burning them to the ground, avenging our family for what the Agencies, what the Military did to US. The Myths have nothing to do with you. There is no justice or revenge I see. I would be able to understand either.

You're just a thoughtless fool doing whatever will please master, like dog wanting his treat. How long would it take til you abused my daughters, my son? How long before you would twist them like the military and the agencies have twisted you? Everyone else doesn't have the power to control time and space. Everyone else doesn't have the power to will their own destiny into being. But you made that possible, thanks to your thoughtless behavior."

She closes her eyes and turns away, refusing to speak with him further. For hours. When she finally speaks, she says only:

"I was trying to give you a chance to turn back from your blind path. Know that for once, it wasn't Myths, or Agencies, or Militaries that took away your family... ...you took them from yourself. When they're born Exima... remember what they look like, because I won't give you another chances to see them. I shouldn't even give you photographs. I'll raise them so it will be as though you never existed." Her tone is cold, ruthless, but not in the typical way: it is the cold fury of a mother seeking to protect her future children from what she considers a threat. The first real time she had ever displayed emotion for other beings in her life. Since mother.

Exima: It is probably best. There is no right path, especially for a man like me who has seen too much and has come to his own absolution. I do not wish to burden anyone else to something like that. It wasn't the Agencies or the Military that changed me. It was the war...that long terrible war...I had a disliked for the Myths upon our parents death, but my disliked solidified into hatred as the days waged on with countless casualties far worse than the modern attacks...75 years that war waged and 75 years I saw things unbearable to see...I am too far now...and if I resign, the Myths would still attack...but then again I might still be making excuses for myself...I respect your decision...the path I walk is one for my own and no one elses...I may be a blind fool to you, but for me this is necessary...who knows...maybe something good might come out of what I do....Maybe I was destined to be this way for something far greater...to carry a burden no one else could carry but me...I often think that...*sighs*...All I have to say... is that apologize for doing this to you...I know it may mean nothing to you...but just know I have never apologized to anyone in 50 years... *gets up from his chair* That goes to show I admit the wrong I have committed...and I know there is nothing more for me to say that would make you forgive me...

"So much for Exima's 'unstoppable will'. If you have the will to be undefeated by any Myth, there's little excuse for you to not apply it in your life. I thought you told me you cared about your family. I guess you don't care enough to want to change for your nephews. For me. For mother, for father, for any of us." She strokes her swollen belly, even as a faint kick can be heard from her.

Exima: Change...It's harder than you think when it comes to me. I wouldn't allow anyone else to carry my torch. My nephews don't deserve to live in a messed up world like this. They should be free to live their lives the way they choose. To believe in whatever they feel is right. To cherish what good is left in this world and not be exploited. This is life. New life. Life that should not be tainted by all this...chaos...This I will make adjustments for.

"..." Inga looks up at the ceiling, then after a minute, a strange, genuine smile cross her face, which breaks out into a weary laugh. "The Admin will have to find a different avenue toward my power after all..."

Exima: The man's hate rivals my own. Notice as he's so content on destroying his own kind because suffered the same loss as we did. His fall draws near, but his legacy will not fall with him.

"Hate as much as he likes. It won't matter. When these children are born, the power of Inga Kankei, the Witch of Causality will be no more." She says, closing her eyes.

Exima: *chuckles* You sound like one of those Power Ranger villains men and your brother used to watch and mother and father were still around. Atleast now he can't call for a refund.

"...what is Power Rangers...?" She asks.

Exima: are favorite childhood show. Had 5 teens with amazing powers given to them by a holographic face and fought countless hordes of evil being led by villain that wanted to take over the Earth. Over the past several years, the series slightly down-grated until finally it got better. They turned it into an anime meant for teenagers and they removed the cliche crap from it and gave it a more serious and more realistic tone to it. You should watch it sometime, cause I know you probably wont like the old ones.

"I'm well over a few hundred years old, Exima... I don't have time for kid shows. For that matter..." She opens her eyes. "I am wanted by the Agencies of the world, and by the government for crimes against state. Such things like television is for those who actually have normal lives. My life will never be normal again."

Exima: My life was normal for 5 years. Afterwards we just had to adapt to our world. Atleast now you don't have to live that way any longer.

"If you are implying that I can finally live in peace, you're wrong."

Exima: Who said anything about living?

"And what do you mean by that?"

Exima: You made it sound like once you gave birth, you'll cease to be. Unless I misinterpreted wrong.

"My powers will cease. Not my being. However, I will indeed no longer be the Witch of Causality."

Exima: Hm. What will you do afterwards?

"What can I do? Did you forget the criminal part?"

Exima: They'll loose interest. You'll lost your powers, so there's nothing they could trace back to get it. And in the event they still want to apprehend you or your children, they'll have to go through me first.

"And the Admin? Do you think he'll give up that easily over such tempting power?"

Exima: I'll fight him too if I have to. I'm not losing you again...

She turns her head from the ceiling, her eyes widened slightly. She momentarily flinches from a spike of pain. "...Why do you care about me? I'm a sister you only knew exist for a few weeks... we don't even believe in the same things... so why? There is no reason to care about me." The pain she is feeling isn't going away, beginning to get stronger.

Exima: *holds her hand* I see it as a blessing. A chance to step away from what for atleast one moment in my life, we're I'm not tormented about the past, cause I have one part of the main thing I missed my entire life. It's me adapting.

"It's... coming...." She makes a hiss of pain.

Exima: Already?

"Growth accelerants... they didn't want to wait a good portion of the year for their experiments." She hisses.

Exima: What do you mean by 'growth accelerants'?

"Not the time to be asking questions..." She groans.

Exima: So your children are ready then?

"One..." Inga hardly is able to speak clearly.

Exima: Alright then. *removes the covers from over her legs* Can you spread your legs?

She does so weakly, the pain she experiences is made worse by the fact she is not used to pain anymore, enhancing the pain more than usual.

Exima: *removes her panties* Whenever your ready, simply begin to push and I'll take care of the rest.

She does so, and as she does, she begins to take on a faint pink glow.

Exima: I think I've got a hold of it. Keep pushing.

She does so, as the process continues her glow begins to flow into the child, and Inga starts losing her strength.

Exima: Ok..one more time, and that should. Give it all you've this time.

Again she does so, growing very pale in the process.

Exima: There.

A faint whimper noise can be heard as Exima gives Inga her firstborn child, wrapped in a bathroom towel.

Clinging to the first is a second child, its hand grasped around the firstborn's ankle. Both have a faint pink aura. Inga however looks frail and weak.

Exima: These two alone drained you dry already? I must say though, these two must've had some sort of tussle on who was gonna come out first.

"I'm just... tired... plus I did lose half my power... can I... see...?"

Exima: *goes over to her bedside and gives her one of the babies* Let me get another towel to wrap this one in. *heads into the bathroom*

Inga quietly grasps the baby, looking at her with an incredibly complex expression. Confusion, insecurity, a mix of tenderness and unease. She then after a moment cuddles the infant against her chest, to help it keep warm.

Exima: *comes out of the bathroom with the child wrapped up* Here. *gives Inga the other child*

She takes the other, doing the same for it. "...To think I have two more... ...I don't even know what to name them..." She seems heavily unsure about how she feels

Exima: I have names I can give them. I know it's proabaly hard to grasp that you're a mother now.

"It wouldn't be the same, personal... I feel so... strange..."

Exima: Hm...

"...Is this what it's like to 'feel'?"

Exima: Yes...it's conflicting, I know.

"...Brother... ...I know what I said before... but... ...can you...... ...take care of us?"

Exima: I...Of course.

"...I don't know how to live in this world. ...And I won't be able to protect myself from... ...my enemies. ...I've never felt so... fragile... before..."

Exima: This is why I do what I do...for years we've felt this way...nowing there were others that could do away with us whenever they wanted...that...feeling...we all hated...we were so meager in comparison to them...that is no way to live. I will protect you and your kin, until you feel like you can manage by yourself.

One of the children opens their eyes and begins crying, soft little pink eyes scrunched up.

Exima: Hm. I think that one doesn't like the idea of it.

"She just woke up is all." Inga says, rolling her eyes and gently stroking the girl's cheek.

Exima: *goes over to the patio door and simply stares outside*

"...Brother...?"

Exima: Hm? What is it, sister?

"...I'm going to lose my eyes."

Exima: *is slightly shocked by hearing this. After a few seconds, he walks over to her bedside and holds her hand* Then I will be your eyes...

His two young nephews are quietly nestled against her, cuddled up against each other. She looks at them, and again she has a look seems as though she doesn't understand her own feelings for them.

Exima: It's new to you. I know....that these emotions you feel can't be summed up...that you never felt this way before...about all this...It's almost the same way I felt when I met you...that's why I didn't want to ignore those feelings...before it would be too late...

Inga's eyes unfocus for a moment, then get clarity again. "...One of my enemies... when I lose my power, he will come after me and the children. He wants revenge for... what I did to his family. His sister. He is... ....extremely powerful. ...And also..."

Her eyes get momentarily stronger with an almost burning quality to them. "...There is one who will come into being in the coming months, I cannot describe him to you properly, as he is yet to exist, but once he arises, there will be a time where you must face him. I can... only describe him as the Judge of the Ages. The Era Killer. He will judge us all. You will have to face his judgement for all of us. All of humanity. I have just seen this."

Exima: Unless his name is 'God', then I do not fear him. Why are you telling me this?

"Because like God, he's one of the few things that you cannot kill, but he can you."

Exima: There is more to God than simply that. I do not care who this 'Judge' is. I will not let him fill a part he is not meant to play.

"That is not your decision to make, nor your part. You will either prove humanity's worth or fail them. An Era will end, but it may not be humanity's. But an Era will end... regardless of what you do or not do."

Exima: It is not his decision neither. Who is this person you speak of?

"...I do not know. He is... vague. His existence is still not guarenteed, but it is because of actions you have commited that may spark his creation. He is... similar to you in a way. All I can really see is vague impressions. He is clouded. He barely is detectable in the timeline to begin with. Brother, he is the force that has brought down every civilization and era of time. He manifests in each age, either directly or indirectly as a force that brings down an era of history, often triggering a new one."

Exima: Hm...*lets go of her hand and simply thinks for a moment*

"...Think of it this way. He is neither enemy nor ally, he simply is the force determining the end of what must come to an end."

Exima: *he remains silent, still deep in thought*

"...What bitter irony... the hunter has become nothing but a meager lamb..." She muses, taking her two children and cradling them up against her chest softly.

Exima: Shush...*continues to think*

"I'm allowed to talk about myself... ...also, I'm hungry." She says as her stomach gurgles prominently.

Exima: *gets up slowly and walks out* I'l be right back with your food...*closes the door behind him*

Inga watches him go, and tends to her young, even as the first traces of her lights begining to fade begins.

10 minutes late

Exima: *comes back in with a Whataburger bag in his hand* Ever had fast-food?

"Is it food that competes in track racing?" Inga asks quietly.

Exima: No. It's food that prepared for you in under 5 minutes. I got you a chicken sandwhich, with fries and a Sprite. I also have food for the children in this bag. *shows her the other bag in his hand*

"...Dread Witch I may be, I'm not one to eat a Fey. Also they don't have teeth yet, it's only been a few days, they still need... ...milk."

Exima: I know. That's what I got them.

"...I think I can handle that, brother. Just give me the food..."

Exima: I already made it for them before I entered. The drink Sprite is a soft drink not a real Sprite. Dno't ask me why they call it a 'soft drink', I assume it's because unlike any other drink, it has a 'fizz' to it.

"..." She is giving Exima a grumpy look, one all brothers dread: the stubborn sister glare.

Exima: What's the matter with you? Not hungry?

"I am hungry."

Exima: *hands her the food*

While she slowly eats, the baby girl lies beside her, her tiny eyes open, curiously looking at Exima from the safety of her mother's side.

Exima: *is sitting in the chair just staring at the wall*

The girl makes a small cry.

Exima: *breaks his concentration and looks at the child*

Noticing she has his attention, she makes another cry and clumsily reaches her arms out in his direction.

Exima: *slowly picks her up and begins to cradle her in his arms*

She makes a tiny giggle, then lets out a yawn.

Exima: *puts one of his hands in front of the baby*

She makes another giggle and with her small hands grabs one of his fingers.

Exima: *moves his fingers*

She seems to intently go after his fingers.

Exma: *gives a small  smile and pokes her nose*

She giggles again, grabbing his finger and inserting it in her mouth, she seems to be trying to playfully bite him, but she lacks her baby teeth.

Exima: *chuckles* Got my finger, don't you? Don't bite it off now.

"She likes biting." Inga remarks as she takes a small bite out of the burger after sniffing it.

Exima: Might have to give her and her brother a teething toy soon.

"They'll only get teeth after a few months."

Exima: I know. The toy is to help their teeth come in faster.

"...They need clothes." She remarks out of nowhere.

Exima: I'll get them some tomorrow. And a stroller and carrier.

"...Diapers."

Exima: That and I need to get them a crib.

"..." Inga looks out toward a window.

Exima: You alright, Inga?

"...Brother... look out the window... slowly. And don't attack when you see him."

Exima: *slowly gets up and peeks out the window quietly*

A humanoid figure covered in a large yellow cloak stands on top of a nearby rooftop, Exima's neck hair almost stands up from the unseen gaze of the individual.

Exima: *whispers* That's him?

"He's the enemy I told you about of mine... he's watching me for an opportunity. You can only see him because I've pointed him out... in most cases you won't see him."

Exima: *turns from the window and sits on Inga's bedside*

"If we stay in one area too long, he will eventually make a move. He's never been one to simply wait, but he does have enough cunning to catch you off guard."

Exima: Then we move now. *takes the boy and carries him in his other arm* Can you walk?

"Not right now! He's watching us!" She hisses.

Exima: Then how long do you want us to wait?

She glances at the yellow figure, who gives them a mocking bow.

Exima: Well?

"When Fairy Pants leaves."

Exima: Ok... *sets back down*

The boy starts climbing on his arm.

Exima: Amazing...already this boy wants to start climbing and he hasn't even started crawling yet.

The newborn manages to climb onto his shoulder.

Exima: Adorable. *takes the boy off his shoulder* With a start like that, you can climb mountains at the age of 12.

The boy makes a small cry.

Exima: You hungry?

Inga looks at Exima. "There is a reason I suggested you get diapers."

Exima: Did you suggest that when I left for food?

"I didn't think about it."

Exima: Don't worry. I'll get their diapers and everything else they'll need tomorrow.

"Don't blame me when he pees on you."

Exima: Please. They're sleeping with their mother tonight. *puts the two babies in her arms*

Inga gives him a quiet stare.

Exima: Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it. Maybe you'll be an even better mother to those two than our mother was to us.

"Brave words for an infantile man."

Exima: Don't act like you aren't guilty of the same thing.

"I don't kill out of personal motive which isn't even an honest motive."

Exima: No. You kill for your own survival.

"That isn't personal. You kill because it is personal."

Exima: I kill for a number of reasons. I've past personal. You still want to cling on to your life. Why? What is it you have to live for? You have nothing to go back to and no life to go to. Nothing really to contribute. You kill to sustain yourself and stray away from everyone and your heart is as cold frozen steel. So why keep living, when you have nothing to live for. Even now, it doesn't even seem like you want to live for your newborns.

Inga's usually neutral face slides into a frown, and there is a slight crease forehead as she narrows her eyes slightly.

Exima: *sighs* *gets up* We're simply tired is all. *sits down in the chair* Goodnight, Inga. *turns off the lamps above her*

She doesn't move for several minutes, staring at him with the same expression, before eventually settling in with the two.

Meanwhile

The Epicos are getting into bed

Chaz: Damn. I cant believe we got busted for shit that happened on accident. You two just had to be playing soccer in the small park. Hell, did you guys not see the fuse box when you got there?

Tippy: *furiously points Morsel*

Morsel: *shrugs in cunfusion*

Chaz: Doesn't matter now. We left 1/4 of the city vulnerable to crime, 300 people are dead cause of it, He's coming back in town, Buroka is strolling around somewhere, we have to make it up to this city, by dueing community service down in Azure, cutting into our time to find Him and end his sorry life one and for all. *pounds his palm* And all this happened, cause you guys played soccer, in a park, with a fuse box. Worst convinient place to play soccer guys, just sayin'.

Tippy: *makes a bunch of gestures*

Chaz: Yea...it sucks that Noriko is gone...makes me wish we didn't piss her off the way we did.

Morsel: *smugly flaps his hand down*

Chaz: Morsel, don't be like that. One of these days, someone is going to kick your insensitve ass. Just you wait...*sigh* Man, why did life have to get so hard?

Tippy: *shrugs*

Chaz: Morse, turn off the lights.

Morsel: *leans out of his bed and turn the lamp off*

Chaz: 'Night, bros...

Past and Present
After a couple of days, Inga finally gives Exima the ok to move.

Exima: *nods* *he puts the children in a two-seater stroller and puts a carrying bag over his shoulder*

"We need to be careful, I don't know if he's planning anything."

Exima: Okay. *slowly moves quietly and unlocks the door*

She grips his arm and lets him take the lead, a headache making her head swim.

Exima: *slowly looks out the door and looks both directions, then proceeds to walk towards the elevator*

Inga follows.

They're riding out on the open road in a Hybrid

Exima: Haven't driven a car in 10 years, and I'm surprised that my feet can fit into this thing.

Inga looks about the inside uneasy. "I haven't even been inside one..."

Exima: Woudln't be surprised. How are the kids back there?

The girl is mouthing on the seatbelt, giggling, while the boy appears to be napping.

Inga shrugs. "Being themselves I would imagine."

Exima: Or atleast doing what babies do. I have a small house in rural Alabama. We can live there.

Inga quietly looks out the window.

Exima: What's on your mind? Or are you just bored?

"..." Her face is hard to read.

Exima: ...Inga?

She looks over at him quietly. "Over eight hundred years, Exima."

Exima: Since you've been away?

"...Since I felt anything. Except for emptiness, that is..."

Exima: Did that ever bother you? Just feeling nothing for anyone else. Not feeling love, joy, fear, hate, happiness, sadness...any of that?

"It was always me versus the world. It will always be me against the world."

Exima: Not anymore. Now, it will be us versus the world.

She looks back out the window.

Exima: This world can do without me for awhile.

Inga oddly enough to Exima, visually looks almost like an ordinary person as she stares out the window. If this wasn't his sister, he probably couldn't have imagined her being dangerous in any way.

Exima: Inga...who was mother? After us?

She doesn't respond, but her eyes narrow subtly, the look in her eyes distant for a moment.

Exima: *sadly sighs and continues driving*

They make past the sign saying 'Welcome to Alabama the Beautiful'

Exima: We're almost there.

"Conflicted." Inga says after a while.

Exima: Hm..runs in the family...I just hope the same thing isn't the case for your young.

Inga doesn't respond right away. "She was loving... ...but overprotective. To the point I hardly knew anything but school and the house."

Exima: I see. Its an understandable reaction

"Mother... she was a bit sad and afraid as well. Sad because she knew she would have to keep me sequestered from the rest of society. Afraid because of what would happen if they learned. ...She was also sad for you two. Even as a little girl, I knew what plagued her."

Exima: *sigh* If only we knew...But like I said, maybe it was for the best...

"She looked a few times, but she stopped after I was five. She didn't want to think about... the 'what ifs'."

Exima: I understand...I wouldn't want her to suffer anymore at our expense...

Inga continues looking out the window quietly.

Exima: *slowly stops the car and steps out in front of it*

"..." Inga looks toward Exima.

Exima: *bends down and has something brown and green in his hand. He gets into the car and puts the brown thing in Inga's hand* Hold this.

She glances at it with a puzzled expression.

A small reptile heads slowly pops out

Exima: That's a box turtle. Crazy thing is out on the road for whatever reason.

"..."

Exima: I would hold it, but I can't just set it down in the car. It's get tossed all over the place.

"Ah." She looks back down at the turtle, looking at it with an equally unsure look as she has for her children.

The turtle shrinks back into it's shell

She quietly looks out the window again.

They arrive at at a suburbish area where they park in drive way to their new home

Exima: We're here. *gets out and begins to unpack everything*

She quietly steps out of the vehicle and looks around.

Exima: *opens the door and heads in*

"What do I do with it?" Inga asks regarding the turtle.

Exima: Keep it. It's only a matter of time before they ask for a pet, might aswell give them one now.

"...I don't think a turtle is an appropriate pet for little babies."

Exima: That's why I'm gonna put it in a glass tank, where they can only see it.

"If they can see it, they will try and get it. Then it gets knocked over."

Exima: They are babies, but they can't climb a dresser can they? Not only that, you're the parent. You gotta teach them.

"...Uggh... you don't even understand what kind of mischief a baby can get into..."

Exima: Why, you've had one before?

"Causality lets me cheat. I've seen a few mothers. The little devils can be capable of legendary feats for their size..." She murmurs.

Exima: That's why you train them. Besides, they're gonna have to get pass me first. *sets u

Readaption
Aimi continues to sleep, cold. A thin growth of fur grows over her skin as a counter measure, and she relaxes more, sleeping on her tail as a pillow.

A mechanical thump can be heard outside

Aimi keeps sleeping.

The thumping continues and a bright light passes by the house

--

Torikkumasutā: *slowly wakes up and looks at the lit night sky* So pretty...*slowly sits up and feels a patch on his head* I think mom was surprised...Well then...I'm done here...Got her a cakeand I got her a present...Now to head back to the house, pack up whatever and get going.

Tafadzwa: Finally. Make sure you stay there longer, and I pray they don't fire your feathered ass from being absent.

Torikkumasutā: Ha! With this sexiness, how can they resist? *poses*

Tafadzwa: *gives a grumpy-looking expression* Just go before I shred you into pieces and feed you to the crows...

Torikkumasutā:: I don't think my brothers would do that, but I'll leave. *flies off* Bye Master!

Tafadzwa: *sigh* What was I thinking when I decided to train a retard for an entire year?

Aimi yawns and wakes up, rubbing her eyes.

A bright light catches her gaze followed by a strange humming.

She looks at it sleepily.

The humming slowly fades and the light goes another direction as Aimi hears mechanical marching fade away

"Toot toot...?"

3 minutes later

Torikkumasutā: *flies through the window and lands on the couch* Made it. Now to pack...wait...I don't have anything to pack...I forgot I've been wearing the same clothes for 3 years straight. So I guess I just leave then...That means I have to fly back...Ugggghhh...Man, I have to admit, that was stupid of me. *sees Aimi* Oh hi, Aimi. didn't expect you to be up this late in the night.

"Too? Leaf?"

Torikkumasutā: Yea leve. I have to go back to my job. They'll be waiting for me and I promised my friend I would stick by her.

He hears a whine, just as she jumps on him, knocking him down, when he looks up at her, her ears are folded down and she's giving him puppy eyes.

Torikkumasutā: Awww. What's wrong? You don't want me to go?

She grips him in a fierce hug, not aware that she has a lot of physical strength. "Nu leaf e ere!"

Torikkumasutā: But I have to leave. They need me back at the Department, but I don't want t eave you here. Hmmmm, what should I do? *thinks for a good minute* I know! Why don't you come with me?

Her ears pop up.

Torikkumasutā: Yea, the two us! That way I can go back at my job,and won't have to leave you behind! We can go on adventures together! Wouldn't that be fun!

Her tail wags.

Torikkumasutā: Come on then! We have no time to waste!

Aimi awkwardly grabs his arm with her hands.

Torikkumasutā: *enters his parent's room* Pa, Ma, I'm leaving now. I'll see you another time.

"Mmmmmmm, Don't get hurt....bring back some milk..."

Torikkumasutā: Gotcha, Pa. *closes the door and heads out the door* Alright Aimi. Follow me! *flies back from where he came from*

Aimi tries to keep up with her awkward crawling.

Tafadzwa: *is sleeping criss-crossed on the blade of his scythe*

Torikkumasutā: *crash lands*

Tafadzwa: How did I know that you were gonna come back?

Torikkumasutā: You are the Master.

Tafadzwa: True enough. *takes his scythe and slashes the thin air, opening the rift back to Earth* Please try to stay away longer.

Torikkumasutā: Wait a moment. Aimi is coming with me too.

They hear a squeal of frustration as Aimi is still a ways off, still crawling like a baby.

New Kid to Town
A guard stands at a security booth, idly keeping an eye on the entrance to the campus grounds. Behind him, clean up crews work on cleaning Exima's 'mess'.

An old Hummer vehichle that looks like it'll break any second, with it's chipped brown paint and broken turret, coms speeding up, strait toward the guard before stopping a few feet away. The driver's door opens and the lone passenger steps out. He has armour on, the nametag reading 'Gamma'. He walks up to the guard with no weaponry, with his hands at his side. Even with the armour, the young soldier looks a little plump, yet still strong enough to put up a fight.

The guard quietly fingers his semi automatic rifle, then quickly relays a message over the security channels. "We've got another oddball at the front gate... be advised, could be a problem..."

He then looks at him. "Alright kid, first of all, be lucky I'm not a member of the facility's police division, or I'd have you in a cell for reckless driving. Second of all, what do you want? You can't just drive up to this facility for shits and giggles. We do serious work here."

"I'm here to a pply to be a field cook, and put in my brother's application to be a fighter." Gamma says. He laughs a little at the driving comment. "Never learned how to drive in peacetime, and don't care to."

"Well, start caring, because next time you will get a ticket. And we charge a lot for traffic violations. And err... kid... we're not a military division. Sure, we are an Agency and all, but we do not engage in heavy military activities. Not sure what the point of a field cook would be. I can send a message up to the higher ups to see if they would be interested but..."

"Heh... I have another ability that your 'higher ups' would probably be highly interested in." A shield forms around Gamma, made of clear hexagons in a sphere format. "Give me all you got. Biggest gun, or hit, or whatever."

The guard looks at him for a moment before speaking up on a radio. "We have a confirmed unregistered superhuman on the premises."

The parameter gates close, locking Gamma inside the driveway of the Agency. He can see various troopers appearing from the courtyard beyond the front gate up ahead.

"Heh. Nothing is gonna hit me."

A blonde man appears from behind the front gate. "A bold proclamation, but I doubt it holds truth."

"Director," The guard acknowledges the man.

"Heh. Then give me your worst. The more you stall, the more I work." The shield doubles in density as it collapses closer to Gamma. It moves with Gamma as he walks towards the director.

The shield begins getting disrupted, sputtering and flickering.

"Nice party trick. Really. Kids must love you. But I'd suppose it takes a LOT of concentration to do that. Lets see if you can do that for a hundred people in random places around the world, as well as all the uniformed officers in this complex. No I won't kill them. But I will trap them. And then we can talk without any ristructions, eh? Sound good?" Gamma's shield drops and everyone but him and the director have one instantly around them.

The only response from the Director is millions of volts of electricity emiting from him every second.

Gamma looks a little fearful behind his mask at this point. "How about you remove your hostility, and I'll remove mine, and we can have a smoke? Eh? Sound okay?"

"If you quit testing me, then yes. Remove the shields first, or I will give you a new take on the meaning of: 'A lightning bolt to the face'."

"Do it at the same time?"

"I'm not one to back stab unless I have a good reason."

"Well I don't know you, how should I trust you?"

"Quit stalling." The electricity dulls a small degree.

"You kidding me?! I can't stall! It takes more mental strength than you have to keep these shields going. So drop all the guns please. Or I will crush your linch!! And by linch, I literally mean the food in this place! I can't kill anyone without cause." At this point Gamma doesn't know what to do. The mental stress is giving him panic attacks and his body is locking down. The shields no longer reflect anything, and are very easy to break. It is easy to tell Gamma has little experience using shields on this big of a scale for any amount of time.

"You're the one pinning yourself in a cage. There are no guns, idiot."

Gamma facepalms as all the shields disappear. "I'm a serious idiot..." He sighs and lifts his head. "Still open to my application...?"

"Maybe after you start by apologizing to each and every one of my men."

"Don't worry about lining them up. I will have thanked them for not killing me and apologized by the end of the hour."

"You better start. Three hundred and forty people is a lot in a day."

"Yeah... I'll get started..." Gamma walks up to the first person, then the next.

The Director simply waits for him to finish the whole time without a word.

"Okay, I give up. What did the dumbass do this time?" a new figure says after walking up behind the Director.

"...I will ask that you don't come up behind me." The Director says.

"Didn't mean to do anything wrong bro, just landed behind you about thirty yards and asked who was in charge. They pointed at you. My brother was supposed to hand in our applications... but it seems he did something else." The large man shuffles around a little before opening a beer.

"He decided it would be a prudent idea to test the patience of a Agency that specializes in capture of superhumans, leading up to a needless confrontation that almost ended with a couple million volts of electricity running through his nervous system."

"Eh. Done stupider things I suppose." He takes a sip of his beer. "I'm Omega, by the way, and that's Gamma. I have physical strength stronger than anyone else on this planet, except maybe Demgel." He extends his right hand to the Director.

The Director looks at him and Gamma, then rubs his forehead. "What exactly... are you hoping to do...?"

"Help develop research to get humans to be able to have a fighting chance in case the Mythos ever decide to go against them."

"...And what exactly IS your opinion on them?"

Did he say, 'Demgel?' The Director thinks to himself.

"I am half Mythos, so I really don't think too badly about them. Though, I also think that humans should have a way of defending themselves. Like, if Demgel goes all bloodlust on us, we're fucked."

"...I see. Find a spot in the main hall to wait. I have business to attend to." He turns and walks back inside.

Omega looks around, not knowing where to go. He just sips his beer and goes to Gamma as he apologizes to the last person. "You know where the main hall is bro?" Gamma looks at him puzzled. "No. I have to go get the car." Omega turns to one of the employees, asking him, "Where is the main hall?"

"Theeeee front entrance."

"Oh... Thanks." Omega takes a gulp of his beer before going through the entrance.

A tall man with silver hair and a massive halberd is just leaning against a pillar in the room, eyeing him quietly.

Omega glances at him before taking a seat.

"Your friend cracks under pressure easily." The man remarks.

"Yeah... Gamma is kind of a complete idiot." Omega takes out his next beer.

"By the way, the Director isn't going to like you drinking on the job."

"I ain't hired yet. But thanks for the advice." Omega takes a sip.

"I would take it. Also don't drink when you're talking to him. He takes things seriously. Mostly."

"I do too. But I love my beer too. According to Gamma's suit record of what happened, the Director guy seems to have the power to manipulate all forms of energy? Does this include kinetic and potential?" Omega sets his beer in his lap with his hands.

"I'll leave you to figure that out."

"Hey, the fast way is the hard way. But I ain't in no hurry to get my ass kicked." Omega leans back and takes a sip.

"A musclehead who doesn't consist 90% of brawn. Impressive."

"Heh, I am not like I used to be. I've spent years learning things so I might understand a millionth of what my brother Epsilon says. Smartest guy ever. That's part human, that is. And I'm not all about muscle, if you fight doing nothing but swinging, does your opponent not try to win by simply stepping to the side and making you do more work than is needed? Anyways, you've seen about one percent of how stupid Gamma is. (Yes it gets worse.) And my two other brothers and one sister left us, so someone needs to be the smart one, or at least less stupid one. I could go on for days about how every 'musclehead', as you so kindly put it, needs more brains than you think. So, if you ever have the time, feel free to find me and we could chat about it." He takes another sip. And, something about the beer, I physically can't get drunk. The people who 'made' me the way I am, they didn't want our powers to go to waste. It's more for show."

"Fascinating." The man says dully. "I will say you came at a bad time though..."

Omega crushes the empty can and puts it in a nearby trash can. "May I ask why you say that?"

"It's not my place to say. The Director is having some personal issues at the moment."

"Ah. Well, I'll keep that in mind."

The man gets up and walks off.

"Have a nice day I guess..." Omega says to the disappearing figure.

Very little happens for a couple of hours, until finally a girl with bluish black hair walks up to him, a sword in its sheath is attached to her waist.

"You're one of the guys looking to apply?" She asks.

"Yes ma'am," Omega replies as he stands to greet her. He extends a hand. "Omega is my name, Gamma is my dumb-ass brother that decided to test you guys. Next time, someone PLEASE shoot him..."

She takes it and shakes it lightly. "I apologize about the wait, The Director has been toiling over a personal issue for a while concerning one of our own, it's a confidential case so I'm not allowed to disclose. I can say that it is serious and requires much of his attention. However he's able to take a respite to hear you out. Go get your brother please, Issac's not in a patient mood."

"Alright. I'll make sure to thank him for dealing with us..." Omega pulls his hand up into his ear, pressing the microphone button. "Gamma. Get in here. NOW."

In less than a minute, Gamma shows up running into the hall and accidentally tackling the lady.

He feels something like a repulsive force push him away just as he is about to touch her.

"I assume this is your brother?"

"Yes..." Omega backhands Gamma.

The woman looks at them for a moment. "Before we go see the Director, I should tell you there are a lot of Myths, so if either of you have a problem with them, I would reign yourselves in before we go."

"Yeah... We won't have that problem, right Gamma?"

"Uh, uhm, no sir."

"Good, follow me." She begins to walk off.

Omega follows, dragging Gamma behind them.

She guides them to an elevator, after they go up, they arrive in an office section, at the far end of the hall they see a sign on a door saying, 'Director and Head Scientist, Issac Kurk'.

Omega slams Gamma's head against the wall, nocking him out. He looks at the lady and shrugs. "Eh. Insurance." And he starts to walk towards the office, dragging the unconscious boy behind him.

She looks back at Omega and gives him a frown.

"Either I nock him unconscious, or he fucks up the first chance I've had for a while to do something good." He keeps trekking forward.

The woman just shakes her head and watches them. ''I don't know if Issac's going to appriciate that.... ''She thinks to herself.

They come across the entrance, not knowing if they should knock or go in.

"Are you going to sit there twiddling your thumbs all day?" The Director's voice echoes sharply from inside.

"Sorry, sir." Omega responds as he enters, dragging the mumbling body behind him.

The Director is furiously writing away in a journal, his hand's movements very fast. He takes a yardstick without looking up at them and taps two chairs facing one side of him.

"Sit there, my other ear is deaf."

Omega props Gamma up in the seat closest to the entrance, Omega himself sitting as if to watch him. "I would like to apologize for my brother's actions to say the least."

"I would focus on apologizing for knocking him out instead. I would rather talk to someone not drooling."

"And I would like to focus on my application to this organization, sir. I don't have time to twiddle my thumbs and waste on Gamma's dumbassery. I wish to help the humans have a fighting chance at whatever is coming, and I can't do that worrying about him. So if you wish to speak with him don't waste my time." Omega sits back in the chair.

The Director doesn't look up, and continues writing. "Is that how you treat your own blood then?"

Omega chuckles a little. "Heh... You should meet my other siblings," he says, suddenly calm and willing to open up, "they left me to rot, no money and no home. But Gamma stuck by me. I not only owe him for that, but he's my brother. I'd die for him if it came to that. So please don't mistake frustration with misplaced values."

"Hrmm. Well at least you don't lack incompetence in family affairs. Any previous history with Agencies or military? Though most of the second are pretty much out of business with the rise of Agencies these days..."

"H.O.L.E. I am Test: Omega. My brother is Test: Gamma. We have excessive hand-to-hand training and combat situations training. I have strength, and my brother... you've seen his powers first hand." Omega pulls out a beer.

"Hrmm. Criminal record?"

"We aren't even accounted for, so no."

"Skills...?"

"Breaking things, fixing things, building things, lifting things... And Gamma can cook a delicious meal." Omega opens the can and takes a sip.

"...And drinking problems..." The Director murmurs.

"What was that?" Omega chugs the can.

"You won't be allowed to drink- -especially not to that amount on the job. How are you with following orders?"

"Depends on the orders. I can mop floors, kill people... But I will not do anything stupid like protect some rich shit." He throws the empty can out the window and pulls out his next.

"This is largely a police force organization. At times, that will be your job. Please stop drinking."

Omega finishes this can off and doesn't pull out another. "With all do respect, sir, I really hate rich people. But nonetheless, I will do my best to complete the tasks given to me."

"Surprisingly you get along well with me."