Freya Schwertleite's Story

Tsukuyomi-Jima

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Hidden within the island, a base resided - the Voluspa Seventh Chord's. The base of a secret organization using artificial OOParts in order to create Miracles. Owned and ran by Julius, a member of Voluspa - the Seventh Chord's predecessor.

A meeting had been called for the Seven Holy Knights. All of the members arrived soon after to listen to Julius' statement. And in response, Fermata began to speak.

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"The Voluspa Seventh Chord is small, especially in regards to dealing with outside threats of rogue magic users. We can't react in time with everything out there with only the eight of us. We need more members, to rebuild Voluspa to its previous glory and better.

Once we have more people, we'll start setting up more bases - elsewhere within this galaxy."

Julius nodded and smiled.

"If you know anyone who we can bring into the Voluspa Seventh Chord, bring them. I've sent anonymous letters out to potential members. We'll be careful of who to let in. So, new members will go through trials before they'll be full members. But, in the meantime...we'll set up advertisements. Advertisements so people can see who we are. All they need to know is our goal to stop rogue magic users. Anything beyond that...we keep hidden from both the public, and especially new members.

I hope all of you are aware of this.

And I hope we can expand our numbers.

You are all dismissed."

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As Cyrus finished up his little episode in the air, he eventually landed himself right through the window of his room at the base, and dispelling his illusion. It would be no good if any bystanders randomly nearby saw a human fly through a window, but a bird was okay, and would probably be missed by most anyways.

He did have experience, being that he was actually one of the older members of the organization. Given his strength and ability, probably one of the strongest too, since he has had eighteen years to train.

He moved around his room, and made sure to grab his boots. He had not put them on before since he would essentially be flying there and back, and would be bathing, but since most of the time missions prevented him from staying in flight the entire time, he would need shoes. Once he had them, realizing the time, he ran out of the room before he even finished putting them on, but he still held them tightly in his hands. He did grab a messanger's bag like bag, and ended up stuffing them in there as he ran.

That said, it was not where one would get missions that he ran to, but rather...the cafeteria, where he would get breakfast. He was kind of hungry, and even his wings seemed to droop a little from hunger. And so, running in like a hurricane, he ran into the kitchen area and began raiding it for various food that he needed. That said, he looked back around a little, and pouted a bit.

"Still really lonely here...we could really use some more people".

Saying that, he proceeded to make himself a grand feast. Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, bacon, orange juice, bananas, a chocolate bar. With the exception of that last item, a classic breakfast feast. He was so hungry, he didn't even bother to go to the roof like he normally liked to do, and quickly began to devour the food for anyone to find.

After all, he couldn't complete any missions if he lacked the energy to do so.