Arcadia: *She ignored the door which closed itself in a gulf of flames and instantly focused her attention to Ginger.* "Ginger!"
Ginger: "..." *She sat in a meditative-like state, as a bright red glyph shined underneath her.*
Arcadia: "Ginger, do thou hear me?!" *She wheeled down foreign-like gardens.*
Ginger: "Can you not see, I am busy?" *She hissed while keeping a professional composure.*
Arcadia: "The disease has accelerated-"
Ginger: "Cosmic flames, crash down, blasting burns-" *She shouted with an echoing voice and the glyph suddenly burst around her, causing Arcadia to lean back in the wheelchair.*
Arcadia: *She noticed gardeners failing to discreetly observe Ginger.* "You don't usually do this in front of people."
Ginger: *She watched the broken glyph implode towards her arm, burning itself on to her skin.* "I do not care, nor do I see the logic in keeping this discussion from continuing any longer-"
Arcadia: "Thy have come to forewarn thou-"
Ginger: *She sat in a relaxed state, observing a freshly red tattoo-like glyph on her glyphic covered arm.* "In this state, you are nothing but a weak woman that can feel people's emotions."
Arcadia: "Thy will not tolerate such a lack of humility!-"
Ginger: *She stood up and took several steps forward, purposely looking down to Arcadia.* "I have appreciated the opportunity of being under your aide, but for now on, I will pursue my brother on my own terms-"
Arcadia: "This childish behaviour is over Niklauseh Susanoo?!"
Ginger: "Childish? Someone with empathic abilities, your response is highly illogical!"
Arcadia: "Thy'm trying to restore balance!-"
Ginger: "And you can do it without killing your own friend's family!" *She suddenly screamed with emotion, causing Arcadia to gasp in shock.*
Arcadia: "Thy... The Wise wanted me to-"
Ginger: "How disgraceful!" *She spun around, flicking her long black hair to the side.* "Ey Arcadia?"
Arcadia: "..." *She silently stared at Ginger's back.*
Ginger: "Why don't you read my emotions? Then you'll understand what the problem is."
Arcadia: "Thy can't read your emotions."
Ginger: "Ey? You conspire my brother's death behind my back and now treat me like a fool?" *She suddenly formed fists.* "You understand, don't you, Arcadia? Please respond."
Arcadia: "...-"
Ginger: "Besides insulting the Susanoo blood, being called or treated like a fool-" *She spoke in anger and straightened her right arm, placing her other hand near her shoulder.*
Arcadia: *She ignored the gardeners gasp at Ginger's battle-ready pose.* ".. Thou will fight?"
Ginger: "Leave me alone."
Arcadia: *She shook her head even though Ginger did not face her.* "Thy cannot read your emotions because of a promise thy made long ago."
Ginger: "Ey? Please respond?"
Arcadia: "Your memory isn't the best when thou have things on your mind, but.. As friends, thy swore to never intrude on your deep feelings."
Ginger: *She discreetly gasped with a dropping jaw, as if she forgot about that promise.* "Are you meaning to tell me-"
Arcadia: "That thy could read your emotions this entire time? Yes. Thy chose not to, because thy'll uphold my promise to you."
Ginger: "..." *She silently lowered her arm.*
Arcadia: "Thy also promise, even though thy'll get to his location way before thou." *She looked down, playing with the wheels on each side.*
Ginger: (She can track Niklauseh down easily.. And with her Astral abilities...-) *She stared at the ground, deep in thought.*
Arcadia: *She slowly exhaled, as if she knew she'd get in trouble.* "Thy will let thou see him first."
Ginger: *She looked up with a gasp.* "You mean to tell me-?"
Arcadia: "Try and persuade him, Ginger Susanoo!"
Ginger: *She smiled to herself in a guilty-like manner.* "Yoeshh."
Arcadia: "This entity.."
Ginger: "I will hear of this." *She kept her back facing Arcadia.*
Arcadia: "Thy sense this power heading North, towards The Twilight Forest."
Ginger: "And Niklauseh?"
Arcadia: "Klaus is at the old Elementalist city."
Ginger: "Ruins of Estel?"
Arcadia: "Affirmative. He appears to be located where thy first felt this unknown origin."
Ginger: "Why have you not pursued this threat already?"
Arcadia: "Thy'm having trouble freely entering the dream state."
Ginger: "Ey? Is this why you haven't sought out my brother? Please respond."
Arcadia: "No.. That was due to a promise."
Ginger: "I will be on my way." *She suddenly sprinted forward, jumping over several gardens and a small river-like feature.*
Arcadia: *She listened to bamboo hitting a rock, as she watched two large wooden poles separate, revealing an exit.* (Good luck.)
Ginger: (Brother.. Don't do anything drastic.) *She thought to herself in desperation, before flashstepping out of sight, leaving behind a pulse of dirt and grass just outside the wooden fortress.*
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*Nathan and Karol stood in the middle of an open flat field with hut-sized branches of crystal, which sparkled in the sun's light.*
Nathan: *He pointed his sword at Karol in exhaustion.* "Had enough?"
Karol: *He placed one hand on his stomach and shook his head, listening to large trees with thin branches, sway in the distance.* "No!"
Nathan: *He took a step forward, crunching on small blue crystals.* "We need to keep trying!"
Karol: "What will happen if we bweak one?" *He pointed at the closest bush-like crystal, watching its shadow cover a small portion of the field.*
Nathan: *He turned around, facing the crystal with a frown, ignoring the blood which stringed from his hand down his sword.* "It was us..." *He grunted with gritted teeth, tightening his grip on the sword.*
Karol: *He tugged on his dancer-like robes, glancing away.* "..."
Nathan: "If we were stronger, he wouldn't have died protecting us!"
Karol: *He jumped in fright, due to Nathan's anger filled yells.* "Nafan-"
Nathan: "Air Slash." *He quickly raised the sword and sliced it downwards, slashing an airwave towards the crystal.*
Karol: *He watched the airwave hit the sword, causing the crystal to hum in response nearby.* (Noffing-)
Nathan: "Help, Karol!" *He shouted at Karol, as his body glowed a shade of blue.* "Twenty nine, Air Slash."
Karol: *He started to dance, causing an orange glyph to expand underneath Nathan.* (Despite being mean, Nafan is wright! If we were stronga, Twevour would still be-)
*Karol thought to himself with drive, causing the orange glyph underneath Nathan to brighten.*
Karol: "Power Up."
Nathan: "Harh!" *He sliced the sword downwards, causing an air slash to slice through the air, cracking the crystal upon impact.*
Karol: *He giggled in accomplishment.* "Nee hee, we did it-"
Nathan: "No!"
Karol: *He stopped in mid-dance, causing sweat to drip off his face.* "Nafan-"
Nathan: "This still isn't enough.. This still isn't enough." *He mumbled with his deep voice, as his lips quivered, causing sweat to drip off of them.*
Karol: "I'm tyred, Nafan-"
Nathan: "Fine, go back to playing in the dancing box!-"
Karol: "Why are you so mean-?!" *He squealed with watering eyes.*
Nathan: "You're a child!"
Karol: "Bhut-"
Nathan: "You don't understand!"
Nathan: "Cracking the crystal isn't enough." *He discreetly wiped tears away with his shoulders and held the sword with both hands.* "It's not enough to save our friend."
Karol: "Bhut-"
Nathan: "If you're going to complain, then get out of here."
Karol: *He pou
ted with a frown and started to dance.* "Power Up."
Nathan: (Trevour..-) *He sliced the sword down and slashed a visible airwave towards the crystal, causing it to hum.* "N-Nothing?"
Karol: *He tripped on his own feet and collapsed to the side.* "Owch-"
Nathan: *He dropped to his knees.* "You're just a kid!"
Karol: "I'ma man!-"
Nathan: "If you're a man, why did Trevour die?!"
Karol: "I-..?" *He looked surprised and shocked, as if he didn't believe Nathan just asked that question.*
Nathan: "Why didn't you protect him!" *He shouted at the ground without even looking at Karol.*
Karol: "W-..." *His lips quivered, as tears ran down his sobbing face.* "Why are yooh mean to me?"
Nathan: "Why are you so pitiful?!"
Karol: "I..."
Nathan: "Why... Did I fail him?" *He bent forward, placing his head on the grass, hiding his tears.*
Karol: (He... Was he talking tooh me?) *He sniffed in thought and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands in a child-like manner.*
Nathan: "Dammit.. Why am I so weak?! I try my hardest.. I try.. I try so hard! Why?!"
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*Deep in a tropical forest a buzz-like sound echoed inside of it, causing ferns to suddenly sway in a tunnel of wind.*
?????: *A large red and black blurred object, flashed through the forest, causing the branches and ferns to sway behind it.* (Why did she want to see me personally?) *A man's voice echoed in thought.*
*The buzz-like sound echoed into a small clearing, surrounded by large blue mushrooms.*
?????: *A large man dressed in tight red and black leather stepped into the small clearing, glancing to each side.* "Tara?"
Tara: "Fufufu. Hello, Tyson." *Her voice came from the bushes, catching Tyson's attention.*
Tyson: *He quickly looked to the side and watched two large mushrooms suddenly close up like an un-blossomed flower, causing it to puff out sparkles of green light.* "Tara Confessor?"
Tara: "Fufufu." *Her laugh came from the other side, causing Tyson to glance in the direction, watching three more mushrooms puff out green sparkling spores.*
Tyson: "What is the meaning of this?" *He scratched underneath the rolls in his leather uniform.*
Tara: "I summoned you here to tell you about Blake's incompetence."
Tyson: "Not this again, Tara. I need to finish collecting the tax from-"
Tara: "You said you were indecisive about removing Blake from the captain seat."
Tyson: "But-"
Tara: *She casually walked into the clearing and purposely brushed her hand against a mushroom, causing it to curl upwards, puffing out green glittering spores.* "There's something you need to know."
Tyson: *He sighed and rubbed his double chin.* "What?"
Tara: "If you haven't noticed, Zazark-"
Tyson: "His Neurons have slowly been corrupted?" *He spoke in an annoyed-like manner.* (I will be frustrated if that's all she wanted to tell me.)
Tara: "You knew?"
Tyson: ".. Yes."
Tara: "Well, his Neuron signature changed, as you would've already known."
Tyson: *He nodded his head.* "The moment he lost his arm, was when he lost his mind."
Tyson: "Don't be foolish-" *He spoke in an annoyed-like manner.* "We might be in The Twilight Forest, but we can still sense our comrade's-"
Tara: "Where is he?" *She faced Tyson with an annoyed frown.*
Tyson: "He's-" *He paused a looked confused.*
Tara: (Fufufu.) *She laughed in thought.*
Tyson: *He tilted his head to the side, as if he was trying to hear something.* "Is he in a Purity Zone?"
Tara: "Nope."
Tyson: "His Neuron signature is-"
Tara: "Gone? Yeah, he's kinda dead."
Tyson: *He gasped with widening eyes and leant back, causing his fat to jiggle.* "You can't possibly expect me to believe that-"
Tara: "A good leader wouldn't allow any of his guild members to die."
Tyson: "Blake..." *He mumbled to himself, as he registered this new information.*
Tara: "Remember what you said?"
Tyson: "At the rendezvous meeting?" *He looked down to his waist, staring at his green coloured whip, neatly curled up.*
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Quintess: "Blake?"
Zazark: "Captain?"
Blake: "Aye?" *He slowly moaned into consciousness, as several people dressed in black and red leather shook him.*
Tara: "..." *She sat on the sand with her arms crossed over her legs, as if she was annoyed at Blake.*
Blake: "Tyson, Quintess, Synthoss, Zazark? Wat are you bitches doing here?"
Tyson: "The rendezvous meeting?"
Quintess: "What happened?" *She glanced at Blake and Tara, as if she could tell something happened between them.*
Synthoss: "Why have the Consultants requested for us to meet together?"
Tyson: *He nodded his head while pinching a roll of fat.* "All of us, something big?"
Zazark: *He looked at his arm and frowned to himself.* "I want revenge!"
Blake: "Aye?"
Tara: "While you were skipping around trying on nail polish, Zazark got into a fight with the guild and lost his arm."
Quintess: "They are strong enough to take us on?"
Synthoss: "Did you have your limiter?"
Zazark: "..."
Tyson: "Fufufu, you did, didn't you?"
Tara: "Blake Hegarty is not fit to be leader!"
Tyson: "Tara?" *He spoke in shock.*
Blake: "Not this again-"
Tara: "How about you let the others talk for themselves?"
Synthoss: *She looked at her twin sister.* "So far, Blake has done a great job."
Quintess: "I concur."
Tyson: "Nobody has died."