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Isamu Koizumi

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a character in “Desert Sonata”, originally authored by Mazamizari, as played by RolePlayGateway

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UnravelKing and Lionheart
The sensation of falling was the worst part.

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Full Name
Isamu Koizumi

Nickname(s)
Izzy

Gender
Male

Age
Appears 18

Sexuality
Asexual

Role
Fallen angel||Vigilante

Faceclaim
Suzuya|Juuzou




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Height & Weight
5'7" & 112lbs



Physical Build
Slender, Lithe



Hair Color
Ivory



Eye Color
Crimson



Other Markings/Etc
His body is covered in red stitching, actual thread that has been woven into his skin.



General Appearance
Slender and flexible, his body is toned by years of exercise, nothing major just enough to show. His body is youthful and sleek, his arms and legs are reminiscent of a teenager, slightly lanky, although he's certainly much older. His large eyes are always accompanied by dark circles, his hair is usually crazy and pinned back with little pink clips. His clothing is form-fitting with many little bags and attachments, similar to a SWAT team's uniform. Although his everyday wear is a simple pink shirt, teal suspenders, and black pants. He certainly never blends in anywhere.



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Quirks
Tug, tug, tugging|When thinking Izzy will start to pull and tug at his stitching, sometimes loosening them, but as soon as they do they quickly re-tighten. A perk of him being a demon, his curse are those stitches. Although he has grown accustomed to them, he barely notices them and fiddles with them without thinking to help him focus.
Quiet|Izzy doesn't have a loud voice, in fact his voice is raspy and usually used at whisper volume. Although this doesn't mean he can't speak louder, he can, he just chooses usually to not.
Retrace|He will do something, or watch someone else do it, then follow the footsteps exactly doing the exact same movement again. He doesn't mimic the voice, just the movement. Then he will smile to himself as if he learned something new. He does this involuntarily and at random. Has for years.

Theme

Tell me, please tell me, what this plot is all about.. Exactly, who resides within me?
I'm broken, so broken - amidst this world. Yet you laugh, blind to everything.

Being as broken as I am, I hold my breath,
And it can't be unraveled, it can no longer be unraveled.. Not even the truth. (Freeze)
Breakable; unbreakable - psychotic; unable to go insane
I'll find you, and..!

In this shaken, twisted world, I gradually become transparent, unable to be seen.
Please don't bother looking for me; don't stare at me..
I merely don't want to hurt you, inside a world, that came out of someone's imagination.
So please remember me; as vivid as I was.

Infinitely spreading, solitude wraps around me. Memories of times I laughed innocently comes to mind,
And I can't move, can't move, can't move, can't move, can't move, I cannot move!
Unraveling the world

I've changed; I couldn't go back to the way I was.
As the two twines around one another, the both of us will perish away..
Breakable; unbreakable - psychotic; unable to go insane
I can't afford to let you be defiled!

In this shaken, twisted world, I gradually become transparent, unable to be seen.
Please don't bother looking for me; don't stare at me..
In a trap of solitude someone had set, before the future unravels,
Remember me; as vivid as I was.

Please don't forget me, don't forget me, don't forget me, don't forget me!

Paralyzed by the fact that I've changed,
In a paradise filled with nothing but unrecoverable things,
Please remember me.

Tell me, please tell me.. Exactly, who resides within me?






























































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Likes
Drawing|Izzy always carries a sketchpad and ballpoint pen with him. He never carries an eraser, it's a statement to his own personal belief that once you do something, nothing can ever reverse that deed.
Cats|Ever since he can remember he's had a soft place in his unhinged little heart for the beasts. So fuzzy and warm, they always seem to show up around him when he's working though, they always look so sad.
Risk-taking|The sensation of doing something where you might not make it out? The rush of adrenaline you get? Izzy feeds off of that rush, it powers him and he craves it more than anything. Each time more deadly than the last. He hopes secretly his hobby will be the end of him.
Freedom|The worst thing is to be a bird with clipped wings, or worse yet, a bird perfectly fine trapped in a cage. Izzy hates the feeling of cages, so of course freedom would be preferred. The wind embracing him as he sprints, the world is his domain to rule, no one can tell him what to do and that's just as it should be.

Dislikes
Evil|Darkness is inside of everyone, hatred, greed, all of it. Izzy of course has these things within him, probably worse than anyone, but in his own mind he hates these things, the corruption. In his eyes he's the only ray of light in the dark evil all around him, he won't allow his light to fade out. He has taken it upon himself to seek and destroy all evil in the world, no matter the cost.
Affection|Closeness of others only leads to attachments which would be bad. In his line of work there's no time for such things, it's not safe for them.Izzy hates it, it just reminds him of her. So, he will recoil from any affection sent his way.
Being confined|Trapped. The worst feeling around. As touched on above, it makes Izzy feel helpless, vulnerable. He's spent too many of his years trapped in the eternal dark. Too long has he been tormented of his personal sins, now he dreads confinement and will become hostile if he sees someone else confined.
Cold|The feeling of the cool air clinging to his skin sends shivers up his spine. Memories of the cages, the pit, the voices in the dark. Although he does most of his work at night, he despises the cold. It makes him feel even more alone, isolated, different from everyone around him than he already was. It causes a lot of turmoil within him.

Strengths
Martial arts|Trained in hand-to-hand in a few different disciplines, not many can best him in combat. Ever since he got his demonic bonuses it has really given him an edge as well. To strength in particular, although even before that he wasn't a push-over.
Agile|His speed increased along with his strength, giving him much greater speeds than normal people. Helping this, he is also thin and flexible. This aids him in maneuvering around and getting places larger bodies cannot.
Nothing to lose|Everything he thought was worth protecting, living for, is gone to him now. There's nothing left to lose now so there's nothing holding him back. He can dig deep into his reserves and push the limits without any regret to the damage on his body or mind.

Weaknesses
Blinded to truth|Even though he does wrong and his methods are similar to the ones he claims to hate so much, he can never see this within himself. He never knows how truly perverse and dark his own heart is becoming with each "bringing of judgement" he bestows. You can never kill evil and be around it, without turning a bit evil yourself. Even if he will never acknowledge his own evils, there is a part of him that knows, that always doubts.
Unfocused|His mind is constantly in a flux state, spinning around loose. Never really honing in on anything well enough to get anything done. Because of this ditziness he does little things to help focus himself.
Grudges|Once someone wrongs him he never forgets, nor does he let go. Even after exacting his revenge he dwells on it, festering in the hate and rage the grudge feeds him. No matter what he'll never forget and being immortal gives him a long time to mope and dwell on things.


Fears
His Past|Things that he's done, things that were done to him. . . They haunt his every moment and cause him great discomfort. Whenever he's alone or trying to sleep, the memories they fly back to him.
Angels|The holiest beings in the world, sure. Right. Then why would they lead him astray? Why would they torment him and take away the one thing he loved more than anything. He hates them but he also fears them, the power they possess and the lengths they will go to in order to get their way.
The dark|Being trapped alone, cast out of the ivory gates, falling. . . Falling into the darkness. The eternal night that clung to his body and laughed at his taboo. Mocking him, beating him with constant mental tortures. Now the dark holds only fear for him, fear and voices that aren't his own.


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Bio
His life had begun differently than most. Because it never began. Isamu was still born, an albino too, very frail. He had shocks of this pure white hair and almost transparent skin. His mother wept over the loss of her only child but the babe heard not, nor did he even know her. Instead he knew the face of shimmering woman dressed in gold with long silken hair the color of wheat. She took him and raised him. As an angel in heaven. He was taught all of the tenants of being a celestial being, he knew all the rules by heart. Then one day on his patrols, once he had reached adulthood, he found a woman with long red hair and brown eyes, she was warm like he had never known. He knew warmth from the radiance of his home. . . But she was so different. This warmth surrounded and penetrated him in a loving way. He hadn't known love like this ever before. Alas he left the sight of her.

Three years passed and he crossed her again. Her hair was almost brown, the vibrancy of it had dulled but the love in those earthen eyes shone stronger than ever. She had matured into a beautiful woman and Isamu longed to know more of the human maiden that had stolen his heart. He cautiously approached the girl, forbidden enough as it was to allow a human to see you, what Isamu had in mind was the greatest sin you could commit. For weeks on end he stayed with her, with Fiona, learning all about her. He helped her with chores and helped her build a home for herself. He knew he was just falling more and more in love with her, her dimples when she laughed at his ineptness at certain things. The way her eyes glistened with tears when someone got hurt in any way, once a small mouse was dead, killed by a cat or something and she wept over it. Isamu treasured her kindness, the huge soft heart she carried within her that ached at the mention of violence.

Time was nothing to Isamu, he spent most of her life beside her. Then one day celestial soldiers came looking for Isamu. The read him his sins and his sentence. Banishment to the depths of Hell to let the darkness consume him. Although one can not just be cast down there, his celestial blood would protect him. No, they had to turn him into a demon first. They captured Fiona and set her in a deep sleep, a preservation sleep that would last forever. Keeping her alive and young forever and always. The soldiers took her and deemed her a Saint, a compensation for ending her days. Then they took Isamu away, sent him to the reaches of the heavens no one mentions. They tortured him for years, he became savage, broken all over, his heart was shriveled and guarded, his body was battered and bloody. His mind was unstable, he didn't know what he was anymore and that's when, after a century of torture, that's when they banished him.

He fell, he kept falling for what seemed a lifetime then he was just in the dark. The cool darkness with slimy creatures, oozing tentacles of the domains lord, scraping across his body, whispering in his head. It drove him to madness, who knows how long he remained there until the voices he heard whispered to him. They told him to stand up and run. Run away. So he did and to his surprise he found himself in the sunlight once again. Inside he was torn, scared that this was all induced by his own madness. No matter. He vowed that he would spend whatever time he had, wherever this was, curing the world of evil. A recompense for his sins. Unfortunately that's difficult to do when evil corrupts your own heart. Tethered by shadowy chains of the hatred within your own heart, tied to yourself in an eternal limbo.

Relationships
Fiona Rein|Lover|Frozen


Credit
Sheet by: Mazamizari

So begins...

Isamu Koizumi's Story

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The City of White.

Just as amazing as legend. People were busy, the buildings were tall. It was massive, a variable kingdom to be sure. Atop the throne was the leader, Joshua White. Common knowledge of course. That man was slimy, more so than any monster Isamu had ever come across. Which was saying something. Small personal transports and people alike rushed by the white haired boy as he strolled casually down the street. He had been here for two weeks now and the bustle never slowed. Not once. Daily there was that announcement, chiming in from seemingly the heavens above, when in reality it was simply coming from the King's tower.

With a loud yawn Isamu made his way into his current place of business, he worked as a consultant in the morgue. Murders and such, he was the interim Coroner, ever since the last one's throat got slit in an alley two weeks ago. What a convenient shame. He lazily walked in the door of the police station, all the officers here were so uptight and formal all the time. The ever vigilant eye of the law. Sadly there hadn't been a murder since two weeks ago. It had been such a shock because of the low crime rates here. Oh well, hadn't been any crime to note since so work had been dull. He sat in his large chair down in the cold metallic room that was the morgue, reclining against the large examination table Isamu put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes briefly to think. What could he do on his break? Finding the slave dealers would be difficult in the middle of the day.

Sauntering upstairs Isamu popped around the corner to the Lieutenants desk. ”Say... Lieutenant. There's ah- a few things I need. Straight from the top. I need a list of the specific slave dealers and or traders. You got that somewhere? Heh, they say it's some sort of rigmarole us Corners have to do when we first join up. Lame-sauce right? Anyways. . . Can you do that uh-” He glanced at the name plaque. ”Lieutenant. . . Darryl.” Then he popped a warm smile and sat cross-legged on the lounge chair in the small office.
“From the. . .'Top'?” Lt. Darryl asked raising an eyebrow at the suspicious little man.
”Look, I wouldn't bring it up if it weren't important.” Isamu said in a deadly serious tone, his crimson eyes narrowing at the officer.

“Whatever kid. When you get locked up for whatever it is you're planning don't blame me.” He handed Isamu a printed list of a few dozen names. Isamu nodded and did a brisk salute before walking out the front door, leaving his white coat on the chair. That job was a bore anyway. Now when nightfall struck. . . There'd be one less evil-doer in this White City. As he walked through the sea of faceless faces in the crowd, the crimson eyes locked onto the large tower of the leader. One day, I'll have you on the end of my knife. The head of the snake.

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The City of White.

Once the dark shroud of nightfall began to drift over him, he shifted into high alert. His crimson eyes shone slightly magenta in the infrared spectrum. His sleek black uniform hid him well in the night, well aside from the stark white hair and glowing pink eyes, but the one who will see him tonight won't live to tell a friend.

Isamu crept silently along rooftops, leaping with elegance and ease from ledge to ledge. Then he glanced down at the list, he had done some reckon earlier in the day to discover that a certain Miles Hall, a slave trader and owner, lived close-by here. His ever-alert eyes scanned the magnificent buildings, his ears sharply attuned to the bustle tried to single out voices in the crowds below. His hand anxiously twitched over the hilt of his extendable scythe, a weapon of mass destruction in an unforgiving cold black hilt at his side. To onlookers it might appear as a baton or a flashlight, but once he spoke the calling word it would awaken and fight beside him, after all the weapon itself was a demon as well. It feeds off the blood of the fallen, in return it grants Isamu strength and speed to exact judgement upon the cruel and evil beings in the world. He jumped again, his arm out-stretched just barely making it to the next foot-hold on the next building over. Then he found him. He matched the photo exactly, heavy-set, balding, a disgusting slug of a man.

Lady luck had shone upon Isamu this night, he had landed right outside the terrace to Miles' room. A wicked smile splayed over his features, the wideness of his eyes making him look like some kind of nightmare. He skipped giddily to the sliding glass doors, knock, knock, knockity. . . Isamu wore a huge smile as a slave cautiously opened the doors, never once meeting Isamu's gaze, which was locked onto the large creature in the chair beyond. The chair cried out under the man's girth.

'Kill it with no mercy. . . Strike it down. . . Get the slaves. . . Let NONE escape us. . . FEED ME KOIZUMI.'

A deep guttural voice boomed within Isamu's head. He knew it to be the Scythe. He nodded, approaching the man with his head tilted to the side ever-so-slightly. The man tensed and then laughed heartily, it came out as more of a wheeze. Disgusting, wretched man. Miles' slaves were all minors, male, probably no older than twelve. The thought of it, the sight of the sexual markings covering them, it made Isamu blind with rage. He stalked towards the man.

"Oi, you're a pretty one. . . Are you the new one I ordered? They sure deliver fast and aren't you spirited. . . C'mere now and earn your keep." The slug coughed. Voices whispered in Isamu's head, louder than ever.

"Hall, Miles?" The vile mass nodded. Isamu snarled slightly, a cacophony of cries of protest, of bloodlust, rage. . .Sorrow, flooded his brain. Souls that the Scythe had sown. He walked straight up to the man and with a flick of his wrist and a well hidden blade, a small cut appeared, ripping a hole in the belly of the shirt and a small cut in the fat of the man. He snarled in pain and then smiled again, slightly pissed, thinking it was part of the act. The trained seduction. A sick thought instantly played in Isamu's mind, time to truly mess with the man. Holding the blade Isamu took his shirt off, revealing his youthful body to the disgusting man. He felt the lecherous eyes upon him, a slight grin tugging at Isamu's lips as he sat on the huge man's lap, realizing the slug had no pants on a pang of hate coursed inside him. No, he would wait, the man's hands felt Isamu's body, Isamu kept his smile. Miles removed Isamu's pants, then his underwear and looked him over sweating and making perverse noises. Then he felt the man become erect. Bingo. Another flick of the wrist and the man's pride was in a bloody pile on the ground between his legs.

The man screamed out and shoved Isamu, he screamed and screamed trying to stop the bleeding. "You really should be more careful with something so precious to you. I'd hate to think that something you loved so dearly and used so often, you'd allow so easily to be taken from you. You truly are pathetic. I thought you were bad enough already. On top of that you were too preoccupied with my 'beauty' to think maybe I was an intruder. Foolish lust has killed you. Yes, your sin, Lust. I will be the divine judgement for you. Absolve." Isamu rose as he spoke, his scythe extending and stood over the now kneeling man, he was crying out for any god who would listen. Little did he know, the gods and the angels didn't listen. They were far worse than Isamu. With one movement, Miles was dead. His three slave boys were cowering in the corner. They were suffering. Crying out for mercy. "Don't be scared. . .It's over now. I'm sorry I couldn't have come sooner. . ."

The last thing those three saw was that cruel metal scythe and the smiling face of their "savior" before they shut their eyes for good.

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The City of White.

Isamu walked slowly down the street feeling rather worn out, his chest was a bit sore from that slug's fondling. He grumbled softly walking among the large crowds, he was honestly bored, killing these rich slavers wouldn't get him anywhere. Scythe was hungry too, come to think of it Isamu was rather hungry himself, how long had it been since he ate? He went into his favorite store in the fashion district, however something was definitely different today. Down by his feet was a girl rolling around in clothing but she was nude and seemed to be in some sort of fetish-animal play costume. Isamu was about to say something to her when she and her red-haired friend took off with the staff close on their heels. Isamu walked out of the store to observe the pursuit. Then out of nowhere they were slingshot away. He stood blinking as the staff went back inside grumbling angrily.

Isamu shook his head and took out a clipping he had about the nearby cities, observations some of his friends gathered for him, as he read he made his way over to a bus stop and sat down. Yes, just as I thought, that kid was New Praetora's ruler. . .Why was she here? More importantly why was she with a fetish-exhibitionist? It was all very confusing to him. Although it seemed like a lot of fun around her, maybe he'd make his way to this New Praetora and try to get on the child's good side, after all a little spontaneity in his life would be good. Plus maybe working for a rival city would lend itself to getting Isamu the type of deal he'd need to wipe out Joshua, the core of the evils in this hive of darkness of a city.

So with a new goal in his heart he set off, he supposed he'd just walk there, it would only be a few days journey. It would be worth it, just for excitement value alone, besides he needed to rest up a bit after the last kill anyway. So he started off on his way to New Praetora with high hopes and still an empty stomach.

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Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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New Praetora

How long had it been since he started out into the desert? How long had it been since he last ate or drank anything? Longer than he had been walking, he hadn't really remembered to stock up before he left White City. Isamu knew that if he wasn't a demon, he would've died already for sure, could demons like him die from this? He almost wanted to test it.

The desert was surely harsh, perhaps going on foot was a dumb idea. He could've taken the subway. He scolded himself for rushing out in the wilds without thinking, oh well, no time for regrets now. He tried to think about anything other than the aching in his chest from his lack of moisture. His legs stung, it was because he had started this trip by sprinting and now every step was absolute agony. It was as if hundreds of knives stabbed into his legs with each passing moment, then re-stabbed the wounds over and over again. He growled to himself, his body was usually much more durable than this, but he hadn't been sleeping hardly at all lately. He had been dreaming of her. Whenever he thought of her he couldn't sleep, he couldn't focus. Nothing was right. It made him angry to imagine her, he had failed her. Ended her earthen life, just by falling in love with her. Now he had to get her back. He'd eradicate all the evil in the world, he'd kill the Devil himself, combat Death. If only she could be freed.

Walking was only getting harder, harsh winds whipped around him as he trudged along. His feet like two lead weights, his eyes weary and clouded by sleep deprivation. Every muscle wheezed and moaned complaints as Isamu ordered his body forward. It couldn't be much further. . . Right?

Isamu zoned out for what must have been hours because once he zoned back in he was in New Prae, people meandered about and as he made his way, all dingy and gaunt, people made way for him. He coughed out to an older woman, asking her where the leader was. They pointed to a large building and he made his way half-way up the steps before his body gave out and he passed out right there.

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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❝The forest that once was green, was colored black by those killing machines.❞

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Reyna was incredibly happy that Urara was not dead. Ura wasn't doing well though, she was chained up, unable to move aside from being able to sign the occasional paper that came her way. "Reyna will save Master!" The fox sat up, biting into the metal cuffs. Something whacked her on the head and she fell back, head spinning. She growled at the man who had assaulted her with a bundled up paper. "Reyna will protect Ura," she growled, biting the Minister's pants. His expression became amused, he kicked Reyna away, continuing his lecture on sticks. Sticks weren't good for much, except maybe building shelters and using as slingshots and yet these humans seemed to fear them. Maybe they were running out of sticks? That would be troublesome.

Reyna circled Urara's chair, wondering how she could get Master out. She went on twos, then fours, then sat on her hind near Urara's legs, tail swishing in thought. The Minister continued his lecture, not seeming to mind the fox plotting their leader's escape. She was momentarily distracted by the passing of secretary scritching behind her ears but once the woman was gone Reyna was back in action. She bit into the cuffs again, the metal tasting terrible and hurting her teeth but Reyna gnawed, careful not to hurt Master's hands. The Minister noticed, whacking Reyna on the head again. Her ears twitched, she growled and he kicked her away. "No," he said before composing himself and mentioning something about trade and commerce.

"Reyna will not let Master Urara die." She yipped, causing the few other people in the room to chuckle. The Minister gave her a curious look and stepped forward, reaching out. Reyna growled, fully prepared to bite but the Minister scratched her behind the ears. She became a pile of purrs and wriggling in pleasure, her tail swishing as he continued speaking. It took a bit for Reyna to realize what he was doing, it was hard to come out of it though. Finally, Reyna extracted herself from underneath his hand and went back to Urara, this time biting through one of the cuffs she had been working on. Now that she was determined it didn't take that much long for the others. Reyna stood on twos, grabbing Urara's wrist and running through the door. Once they were out, she went back on fours. "Hurry Master!"

They went out the door, Reyna ran down the steps, looking back to make sure that Urara was coming. She tripped, tumbling over something, or rather, someone, her tail somehow becoming tangled in his belt. "Reyna is trapped! Run Master! Reyna will protect you!" She couldn't move much, it hurt her tail to try and wriggle out of the trap.


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❝I am not your toy.❞

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Pain was bittersweet. It freed his mind, guided his actions as he scribbled furiously about everything from the color of the sky that day to what had happened that had led him to this point. His words were vivid, painting bright pictures of everything that had happened. His mind was his once more and he'd take every opportunity to ensure it was all recorded. Someday, someone would read this and they would know the truth. That White City was built on the foundation of Joshua White enslaving those who were unsuspecting of his ways. Innocent Mouse, Ronan thought of him a lot. He described the condition the boy was in, the way he hid beneath the blind fold like a shield to hide himself against sights he could never, would never see again. There were noises coming from the other room, it almost sounded like a scuffle, but Ronan didn't react. Probably that idiot ruling throwing a temper tantrum.

His hand hurt from writing, his head was spinning and his breathing shallow. Ronan groaned as he stood, straightening. He managed to get to the bed before collapsing, curling up in a pile of pain. When it passed he slowly lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He debated sleep, knowing it would bring on nightmares, endless images of his family's death. Ronan was tired though, physically and mentally exhausted from a day of torture. The bed was soft, inviting, the sheets a welcome vacation from hard cell floors and bloody knives. Ronan shivered, remembering the feel of being butchered alive beneath a blade that cut beneath his skin like butter. The bandages were tight, somehow alleviating a bit of the pain, but not giving him much room to breathe.

Ronan eventually went beneath the blanket, he had turned the light off sometimes between staring into space but Ronan couldn't remember when. He couldn't sleep knowing someone was watching his every move, looking for the rise and fall of his chest, of any sign of life. What if he held his breath? Would someone be alerted? He was tempted to test out the limits of this system, but Ronan had been through enough torture tonight, besides, he wanted to keep his eyes, he'd need them if he wanted to continue writing. Death could come later, for now, Ronan needed to tell someone somehow. If there was someway to contact one of the other rulers, tell them what was going on, then maybe he had a chance. He could prevent other innocents from falling into White's clutches, stop the slave trade.

Unless they were in on it too. The thought made his blood boil, the fact that these rulers who had promised to protect their people would snatch up unsuspecting children and train them for a lifetime of servitude. Ronan's hands clenched into fists, sending ripples of pain through his body that made him stop. Shouldn't the pain fade already? He thought back to the bath with the pain killers in it, then before that. His spine tingled, cheeks turning bright red. White could have taken advantage of him in his drug addled daze and yet he had been weirdly gentle, wrapping Ronan's wounds up as though he actually cared. Ronan touched the bite on his shoulder; there would be a permanent mark there, which is probably what the lunatic wanted, some sort of mark as proof of property. "Tch, stupid man" he muttered, wrapping the blanket tighter around him.

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Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Luxara Character Portrait: Xianata Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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❝Live, have fun, and die! That's the circle of life!❞

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"Ura will be good, so don't hurt Rey-Rey, okay?"

Rey was biting the cuffs, being the best friend ever but the people weren't so nice, Minister Riordan whacking her friend on the head, even! Why? Why did he do that, that was mean, Reyna deserved better! Urara was miserable, she hated this, she wanted to be free but she didn't like how the Minister was bullying poor Rey-Rey! Someone was talking about a pile of sticks or something, about White City and a team up and it hurt Urara's head, she didn't like it one bit, why was this fun? This wasn't even almost fun, this was just dumb and stupid! But if her men stopped being mean to Rey-Rey, then she'd put up with it. So she signed another paper that she didn't read and continued struggling against the cuffs.

Then they started scritching Rey's ears and Ura hated it, only she was allowed to do that, why did - why did the world hate her? Urara wasn't happy, not even almost, she just wanted to run away and have fun and be with Rey-Rey and stuff! But it seemed Rey was strong, she resisted the power of the evil scritch and went back to biting and gnawing, Ura's right hand becoming free. And then Rey bit through the other three and Urara could finally move again! The leader of New Praetora stuck her tongue out at the stupid old men. "Loooser! This isn't fun at all, no way!"

Rey bounded out the door first before looking back and falling on something, tail tangled in a man's belt. No way, Urara would never leave behind a friend, that wasn't ever going to happen! The girl shot herself like a bullet at the wall, grabbing her Adventure Pack, and slung it over her shoulder after retrieving her laser knife. With it she cut the belt, freeing Reyna and scritched the dog's ears fondly. "Thank you so much! Rey-Rey is such a good girl, Rey saved Ura! Ura loves you, she super loves you!" Ura hugged her best friend tightly and then shot the two away, out of New Praetora, out into the desert, and all the way back to the Oasis of -

Wait, what?

"...This isn't the oasis!" Ura exclaimed in shock, staring at the endless sand in every direction. "Rey-Rey, what - I'm sure I took us back! We were supposed to visit Mr. Mittenn!" Then Urara saw something even stranger - a strange man that she accidentally brought along for the bullet speed jumps. A strange, very strange man with stitches everywhere in his skin. Urara stared at the man curiously, not sure what to make of it.

"Rey-Rey... who is this? What do we do?"



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Back in the Lunar Citadel, Lux and Xia sat, the sisters given a brief break from all the phone calls and reports and organizing and administration. With the morning work dealt with, Luxara knew she wanted some time to speak to Xia about what had happened earlier. Xia herself seemed a little uncomfortable - she was happy to help with work of course, but Luxara sensed that her unease was due to the winged man earlier.

”...It's not that I don't want you to be happy, Xia." Luxara snapped, voice sharp. ”But you can never know who to trust. I didn't want him to hurt you!"

Xia nodded with a sage expression, unhappy but understanding. ”I know, Xara." She said glumly. ”But I never had a friend in so long, and I don't think Urara even likes me anymore, after our betrayal. I just wanted to have someone else be important to me." The little girl was avoiding her big sister's gaze. ”I think the more important people we have, the better life is. And Tommy can fly with me, not many others can. I was a little lonely, and you're always working, and..."

The ruler of Nox Astra sighed heavily. ”You're allowed to be friends for now, Nata." She said, still hating the words coming from her mouth. ”As for important people, the less the better. With the world as it is, treasured people will always be taken from you if you aren't careful. I can't let that happen, you have to understand. You're all I have, Xia."

”And you'll always be most important to me, sis!" Xia giggled innocently. ”We're sisters, so of course we'll always look out for each other!" She jumped from her chair, floating, and then wrapped Lux in an embrace, tender and loving. ”I'm sorry you have to give up for my sake so much, Lux. I'll pay you back one day!"

However, Lux herself had a different expression. And within seconds, Xia reverted to an infant, oblivious and happily giggling in a bundle of her own clothes. After all, Lux couldn't risk Xia finding out about this research project. She gave Xia a bottle with a sleeping agent mixed with the milk, then stepped into the elevator, heading down deep below the depths of the Lunar Citadel. Once she was at the bottom, Lux stepped out and was greeted by one of her scientists who had a grim expression. He saluted and lead Lux to Subject X05, a young child, female, with long disheveled brown hair, attached to some big complicated machine.

”How is X05?" Lux asked, staring emotionlessly in front of her. The scientist looked a little uneasy but went into a progress report. She absorbed the information, thinking. ”Up the dose, then run another test. See what happens."

"B-but, Queen Luxara, she's in severe pain and might not survive. This child is the closest we've had to success, we can't just-"

”Do it, Sterling." Lux smiled sweetly at the scientist and he walked off, panicked. Lux sighed, feeling pity and misery for this - sure, she was a child of one of the first politician to suggest selling Xia to Charon, all those years ago, but the child herself didn't deserve any of this. But it was necessary, now that she's gotten this far. After all, the girl, despite being human, hasn't aged a day over nine, ever since she was first captured by Lux during the revolution.

Lux didn't care what it took, she would find a way to keep Xia young and safe from the world's darkness forever. Even if she hated herself, even if she regretted starting the project and subjecting the child to this fate, if it worked, if the project succeeded, then Xia would never again be corrupted.

Hours later, Luxara returned to Xia, still asleep, and returned her to her rightful age, carefully bundling her into her chair. When the princess's eyes fluttered open, Lux forced all thought of the project from her mind, deluding herself into believing the lie wholeheartedly. ”Ah, I'm sorry the work is so boring for you, Xia." Lux said - and she already fooled herself into believing it. ”You can go and play if you'd like, there's no need to stay and help."

Xia shook her head, rubbing at her eyes apologetically. ”Why was I - ah, I'm sorry, sis! I'll do better! C'mon me, don't pass out!" And thus, administration for Nox Astra begun yet again.


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Urara didn't leave Reyna, she untangled the fox's tail from the man's belt and shot them into the desert, only, the man came with them. When they stopped and the oasis wasn't there, Reyna's expression fell. "What if Mittens doesn't want Reyna to visit?" She asked, turning to Urara in distress. In truth the oasis would only reveal itself to those who were alone and wandering without aim. Her tail drooped as she sat beside Urara, looking out at the ocean of sand that rose and dipped in waves disappearing on all sides. "What if Mittens is mad at Reyna!" The fox worried, looking up at Urara. Suddenly she got mad and Reyna paced the space in front of Urara. "Reyna doesn't need Mittens, Reyna has Master." She rubbed up against Urara's legs lovingly, her ears twitching as she heard something.

Urara turned and Reyna looked after, seeing the man who had been stuck on her tail. Reyna hissed, jumping between the two defensively. "Reyna will protect Master Ura," she hissed at the figure on the floor. He was dirty, his white hair close to a sad brown, odd clothing decorating his body. Was he a demon? Is that how he had followed them? Reyna noticed the man wasn't moving, he was as still as a corpse. "Reyna thinks the stranger is dead." She sniffed him, her nose wrinkling at the terrible smell that came off of him. He certainly smelled like a dead body.


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Ronan clambered back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over him. Sleep came easy then, a sort of drifting that made him feel almost as though he were flying. How nice that would have been, to sprout wings and break through the window, untouchable, uncatchable, just him and the wind, causing his eyes to tear up, rifling through his blonde hair. Yes that would have been glorious. Perhaps that's what Wesley did now that he was an angel, zipping between clouds, hugging the land with the curvature of his tiny body that would never grow old. When Ronan finally awoke the next morning, he felt rested. It was odd being able to sleep in, having no bags underneath his eyes. His stomach growled, but Ronan had a feeling he wouldn't be getting any food. A body could go about a month without food and three days without water.

He rolled out of bed, the wounds still hurting. Ronan set at the desk chair, opening up the notebook. He would not get dressed, not touch anything except the essentials. He wrote in code, making it seem as though he were just logging a dream rather than formulating a plan to get the word out about White and then kill himself so he wouldn't have to serve under this man. Ronan would rather die than become like Mouse, so weak willed that the very thought of betraying White made him break down. Ronan's hand clenched into a fist, the pencil snapping in half. He cursed, sharpening both ends to make it into two new pencils. There was no time to erase, he would scratch out words, writing down every thought that crossed his mind.

He had a fierceness like fire, a ferocity that seemed to swallow one whole. How do people follow his commands? Does Joshua White have some sort of manipulating power? Is he a demon too? And why does he allow his citizens to live so peacefully and yet tortures the slaves in his own home? A hypocrite, that's what this demon is. He is the worst kind of scum, taking innocent lives, breaking innocent children. I will not bend to his will, I will not become another puppet for him to master until the threads ware and break.

Ronan's eyes turned red as he wrote, his breathing became labored as pain filled his body. It was becoming unbearable, the last of the pain medicine from the bath wearing off. The pencil broke once more in his hand and Ronan doubled over, clutching his stomach. He could feel a heave and scrambled out of the chair to lean over the wastebasket, bile rising from his stomach. He lay on the ground, writhing in pain and discomfort. He bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out. Ronan would not show weakness, he was strong, he could take this. Dots danced in his vision, a tune weaving in and out of his mind. He panted, tugging at the collar around his neck as though he couldn't breathe, trying anything to get air into his lungs.

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New Praetora

Darkness had consumed him once again, his mind was active tormented by the agony he felt all over. He was unconscious yet his senses were still very alert, he knew of the two forms hovering around him but he couldn't stir himself awake. The blackness was suffocating and Isamu was starting to get anxiety. He hated not being able to move, the stillness that he felt was reminiscent of death but it was much worse because he knew he was alive.

Slowly after a few moments, his hearing returned muffled voices above him became more distinct. Isamu's eyes opened groggily, as if his eyelids were weighed down and what he saw was very odd indeed. Two little girls were fretting over his prone form. A tiny one was wearing a fox cosplay thing. . . The exhibitionist! Isamu recognized her from White City which meant the ginger with the pigtails was the current ruler of Prae. Isamu had found the girls he had originally set out to get. His voice was a croak, much less than even his normal tone.

"U- Urara. . . Of," He coughed violently from the dryness in his own mouth. "P-Prae?" He felt like he knew but he wanted to confirm she was indeed the child-ruler.

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Having her legs nestled by Rey felt really nice, so Urara hugged her pet, her best friend as tightly as she could. "Ura has Rey-Rey!" Urara cheerfully chirped, ruffling her best friend's hair with a happy expression. They didn't need Mittens if Mittens wouldn't let them in to the oasis! Who needed Mittens when they had each other, anyways? Urara was happy with Rey and hopefully Reyna was just as happy in return! Ignoring the weird stitched man for the time being, Urara rubbed her face against Reyna's, making happy little mewling noises. She reached into her Adventure Pack when suddenly, Mr. Stitches spoke.

"Hmm? Yes, I'm Ura!" She made a peace sign at the man who decided to wake up. Her eyes ran up and down his body and Urara reached to pull one of the threads, giggling because it was funny and weird. "Your name is Mr. Stitches! Reyna, say hi to Mr. Stitches!' Seeing the man was probably thirsty, Urara dug a water bottle out of her pack and offered it to the man, before dangling a cookie in front of Reyna's face. "Reyna, you're such a good girl! Urara really loves you!" After scritching behind her fluffy ears, Urara gave her best friend the cookie.

Then Urara saw three helicopters flying overhead. She stared at it with anger burning in her eyes. She recognized that symbol, the moon and the lake. It was Nox Astra. Hatred burned in the child's eyes as she watched the helicopters fly past them.



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Luxara was in the air in her own helicopter, scouring the desert. Behind her was the Alpha and Delta squads of helicopters, with her own vehicle at the lead. Nothing was quite so fun as hunting slavers who threatened the innocent people, the weak people, those evil scum! Latest reports placed their current base to be in the valley where she and White would eventually coordinate a counter-attack against Charon, so clearing it out for the time being was for the best, anyways. With the other squads widening their range, hopefully the slavers and bandits would be taken care of.

”Remember, don't get carried away!" Xia warned from the Penthisilea Hotel. ”Sis, you're amazing at war, but just be careful, okay? You can never be too careful!" Lux nodded, though her princess couldn't see it. ”Of course I'll be careful, Nata. Just have fun, okay?"

Xia knew better than to try to maintain a conversation during a battle, so Luxara sent encouraging, exciting emotions her way, still a little uneasy about her going to see Thomas, but knowing it was probably for the best, no matter how grudgingly she had to admit it. Already reports of battle were coming into the radio from some of the patrol squads - the slavers being easy picking from the air. One caravan of refugees fleeing from the outer villages saved and was currently being shipped to safety centers within Nox Astra for housing and security.

”Alpha, Delta, I'll take the lead!" Luxara increased the speed on her machine when she saw the Dustbowl on the radar and out the windows. She flew her copter low to the sand, whipping up dust around the rotors as she flew, Alpha and Delta providing support from above. Now that she was close enough to the ground to jump and land, Luxara opened the door upon the first of the slavers exiting from their base and opening fire. Lux did a flip and jumped out, pressing a button on a remote controller for her helicopter to enter automatic-fire mode, charging up electric bolts and demolishing the trucks - some with slavers inside as they tried to escape.

”You won't hurt any more innocents, ever again!" Luxara exclaimed as she dashed into battle, dual-wielding plasma rifles and dodging enemy fire left and right, returning fire, killing one here, another there, all with her sweetest smile on her face, eyes twinkling in delight. After a few minutes, the slavers were completely wiped out, and Lux giggled cheerfully to herself, pressing a button for her helicopter to return to the ground for her to climb back into. She had received one bullet wound due to carelessness, but it was of no consequence. Lux pulled out a knife and happily fished the shell out of her arm before reverting her body back by a few hours, the wound disappearing completely. The Queen of Nox Astra reached into her pocket, retrieving her radio and listened to other reports. Finally, she was satisfied. ”Mission complete!" She announced triumphantly. ”No casualties!"



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The worst part was when Tommy came out of the opened elevator and looked almost amused at her sprawled body on the ground, with the staff member looking completely bewildered and slightly irritated. Tommy extended a hand after asking what she was doing there, and Xia's face burned with embarrassment. ”...I fell..." She admitted shyly, turning her face away, though she gladly took the hand to stand up. ”D-don't laugh! I really didn't mean to!" She fidgeted a little, unsure of how to really act with a friend, afraid her weirdness might turn him off. ”Um, I.. came to visit. Because I wanted to see you!" She didn't mind the water splashing onto her - water was second nature to her, after all.

When Tommy announced his plans to go to the pool, Xia's face brightened up, almost forgetting about the horrible way to greet her new friend. ”I'm always ready to swim!" The girl said happily, pulling the shoulder of her sweater down by a fraction to reveal the strap of her frilly bubble-themed bikini. She was a little nervous - Lux always said her body was childish and not yet developed, and usually Xia swam alone in the isolation of Lake Xiana. This would be the first time she ever showed her swimsuit to someone! But it was also a little exciting, even as Lux grumbled in the back of her mind.

”Hang on a moment, I need to pay for the day." Xia scampered her way to the front booth, pulling out her ID card. The woman at the desk nodded and added it to Lux's tab. With that dealt with, Xia dashed back to her winged friend, cheeks slightly red from the idea of him seeing her. ”U-um, do you have a swimsu - um, shorts, yet?"

Then her face reddened further as she yammered on awkwardly. ”I - um, I'm sorry I'm still not fully grown yet, Tommy! I'm not super pr-pretty or anything, but I - I hope I'm still fun to sw-swim with? Maybe? I -" Knowing she was only making it worse, Xia sighed, taking a deep breath. ”...I'm sorry. I'm weird, aren't I?"


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Reyna was so happy, which was evident by the swishing of her tail. Urara hugged her, smushing their faces together in a death grip. It didn't bother the fox though, she was glad that Urara seemed to agree that they didn't need Mr. Mittens! Who needed that stupid stuffed cat! Reyna had lots of friends now. "Reyna will miss Mittens a little bit though," the Fox admitted when suddenly, the man on the ground moaned and spoke Master's name. Reyna growled, tail in the air as she assessed the threat, Urara seemed to have things under control though so she sat and waited for Urara to tell her what to do.

"Reyna says hi to Mr. Scritches," she replied, hopping up and staying beside Urara's feet like a faithful dog. Urara dug into her backpack and Reyna watched, head tilted ever so slightly. Urara brought out some sort of disc, calling it a cookie. "Yes! Reyna is very good! Yes she is," she nuzzled against Urara's legs again, taking the cookie gently from her hands and munching down on it. "Reyna likes cookies," she said, crumbs falling from her mouth and mixing with the sand below. "Reyna loves Master too," she purred, leaning into the girl. Then Urara looked up.

Reyna could sense her unease and she jumped up, growling and hissing at the birds. "Does Master not like the birds? Reyna will eat them for Master!"


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His hands were on his body, touching, exploring, violating. He was panting, breathing hard as panic made his heart thump. "Stop!" He screamed as pain ebbed and flowed wherever the hands touched. He was wearing a blindfold like Mouse and yet, Ronan could see everything. The hands whispered up his spine, a finger sticking into his mouth, causing Ronan to choke. Spit drooled over the side of his mouth, his body tied in a position where his rear was in the air. The hands ran down his spine again, pulling at his underwear.

"Don't you dare!" He growled and white hot pain stung against his cheek. He pulled against the binds, yelping as something hot struck his back, his skin sizzling with the brand of the person who was violating him. He coughed, his pants coming off again. Ronan growled and lashed out, something warm touched his skin, moving closer, dangerously closer. He struggled against it again, this time slipping an arm free. He used his hand to scratch the assailant in the face, buying enough time to slip his other arm out of the knot and punch him in the jaw. Ronan ripped off the blind fold and...



He awoke suddenly with an odd sensation in his nose, it was morning by now, Ronan was sure of it. The blonde pried his eyes open, blue orbs peeking through lids as the drugs wore off once more and allowed him to coordinate his thoughts and movements. It was easier to breathe, easier to think. He felt as though he had an odd amount of energy, almost too much and he needed to get up, needed to move. Ronan pulled against the restraints, testing their strength. He tugged again, finding them to be rather weak. "I can get out of this," he mumbled to himself. He pulled, muscles flexing, a cracking sound coming from one of the bed posts. He stopped, not wanting to make too much noise lest he attract attention to the room. He would have to think of a new way to get out... Ronan wiggled his wrist, making circles, enlarging the movements until he had loosened the strap. It took a few minutes and left his wrist raw and red, but it was out. He undid the straps on his other arm and sat up, testing out his this odd new strength. Ronan undid the ones on his ankles next and yanked on the tube in his nose.

It felt like something was poking his brain and he winced, cursing. "I'll have to make this quick," he muttered and grabbed the end with both hands, pulling. A terrible sound attempted to break free from his throat but Ronan kept it in, throwing the bloodied thing into the bin. White was smart enough to make a room with no windows. He had no sense of time, it could have been the afternoon or still the evening. There was a camera in the corner too, so it wasn't as though he could simply escape. No, it'd have to be carefully planned, nothing rash for now. Ronan was certain of one thing though, he wasn't going to break. Joshua White could tear him limb from limb, but Ronan's mind was his own and he wasn't going to crack no matter what.

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One of the figures handed him a bottled water, it was the child-ruler. Urara. He conjured the last of his energy to snatch the bottle from her, a small spark of anticipation lighting in his foggy magenta eyes. He opened it quickly and began guzzling the water, it was cool and it rejuvenated him very quickly. Isamu looked up at the two women and forced his eyes to avert from the furry womanly form, a faint blush on his face. After a moment of allowing his senses to get back he rose up to his full height and watched the two smaller women.

"You have my thanks Child-Ruler Urara, I am Isamu Koizumi and I pledge my life to you. After all you did just save it."

Isamu ran a hand thru his dingy hair and recoiled from it. He must have looked worse than death itself! Picking up his tattered cloak he smiled broadly at the two women. "You wouldn't happen to have a place I could wash up in, would you?" He watched the two, they seemed very close and he was wary that they might not trust him. Then again Urara did give him a familiar nickname and they both accepted it, accepting him. These two were already more exciting than Isamu could have hoped for! The whispering in his head lessened around these two. After all, he had a major soft-spot for women and children. It brought back enough of his past morals to keep his inner darkness at bay.

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Urara watched as the helicopters flew to what was probably a battle somewhere, teeth clenched in anger, eyes glowing just the slightest bit. Luxara ruined her life, ruined her entire family, and for what? What did she do to deserve this? Ura was sure that if she tried hard enough, if she kept trying to convince her mom, that if she kept begging and pleading, that she could've convinced her to change her mind and let Xia stay with everyone. Xia acted tough, acted like she was fine with the betrothal, but Ura and Lux both saw how scared she was, how much she cried when she thought she was alone. If Lux gave Ura more time, then maybe - no, definitely, she could've changed her mother's mind!

But Luxara attacked before she got the chance and Urayama's whole family was killed. She scritched Reyna's head gently, tearing her gaze away from wherever the helicopters were flying. "Thank you, Rey-Rey." Ura said softly. "But not yet. One day, we will fight the birds of Nox Astra, but for now, let's just have fun, okay?" She really loved her best friend, super much! Reyna made Ura feel super happy inside! "Because you're such a good girl, Ura has plenty more cookies back at home!"

She then turned her attention to Mr. Stitches who decided to speak again. When he decided to pledge his life to her, Urara grinned cheerfully. See? She would get victory, definitely! It'd just take... some time before she could actually get what she needed, but see? Because she was so fun, Urara would definitely win in the end. "Ura is happy that Stitches wants to join the team!" She was overflowing with happiness.

When Stitches said he wanted a place to wash up, Urara had to think for a moment. Right now, it was too dangerous to to simply return to New Praetora where the mean people lived. But White City was too expensive and Urara didn't feel like paying all of that money. But there was still Lake Xiana always readily available, even if it was super close to evil evil Nox Astra. So she leaned in, beckoning for Rey and Stitches to pay close attention. "We're going on a super secret spy mission in the place of evilness! The hated Nox Asra!" Urara puffed her chest out in triumph. "Yes! Stitches, there's a lake there where we can get you all cleaned up! Just close your eyes!" The child ruler then with her left hand touched Reyna's head, and her right hand on Stitches's face, she used her powers, eyes glowing, sending all three of them through the desert to the edge of the walled off lake, heavily guarded.

Urara stared at the wall in confusion. "...So, uh... Any plans? How do we sneak in?"

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"Make... it stop...."

X05 sat in a room of pure white all around her, twitching uncontrollably and unknowingly as doctors watched from the glass window above. She was strapped and seated on a strange large machine that made loud, terrifying noises that meant the roaring and the pain was going to start again. Right now it was silent, though, so she was safe. She was safe for now, wasn't she? The machine was stuck into her spine, and had been there for so long that her skin regrew around the stabbing thing, and every time she moved she could feel the skin on her back threatening to rip and tear.

The last time Queen Luxara visited she did something weird to X05's body, making her rapidly grow and shrink and chopped off bits of her for them to come back and did it again and again and again
and again and over again and again and again and again and again even more. When her body stopped coming back Queen Lux said something about upping a dose and changed her body back by a few hours and did the whole thing over and over again.

X05 missed the old days before all of this. X05 missed playing with that swimming flying girl from ages past, that fiery girl that went super fast and always had fun. That was a strange time, a different time and X05 wondered why she still remembered it, why it was there, if it was ever even a thing, if there was a time without the roaring machine. That was impossible though, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

Always after each visit, Queen Luxara would cry and touch her cheek and be sad and full of regret and misery and self hatred. ”I'm sorry." Queen Luxara would say in a broken, weak voice. ”Subject X05, if there was any other way..."

X05 didn't want to forget the good time, the happier days. Before she was X05, before when she had a name. So every time Queen Luxara's visit was over X05 would make sure to say something.

"My... name is... Luna."

Every time it made Queen Luxara even sadder, crying harder and worse and X05 knew that for another long while, she still would not forget her name. X05 would hold onto that name, so she would never ever forget.


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Mr. Scritches was weird, Reyna thought. Her tail was swishing as he sniffed him, he was standing now, having drained the water bottle and pledged his life to Master Urara. Reyna growled at this, "Reyna is Ura's, Ura doesn't need Mr. Scritches!" She didn't like the idea of someone else tagging along with them, but Urara seemed fine by his presence. She promised Reyna another cookie too, which calmed the fox girl down. Urara didn't think there was any need to eat the birds now either and since Master was calm, Reyna was calm. Her tail still swished though, she loved being praised. Yes, Reyna was a good girl! Reyna was a very good girl!

"Secret mission?" Reyna asked, getting to her feet. "Reyna is very good at those!" She sat back down, an ear flopping over adorably. "Reyna wants to know what a super secret spy mission is." There was no answer though, Ura took her hand, making Reyna stands on twos and shot them off in a new direction. They were shot off quickly, a giant lake before them. When Reyna let go of Urara's hand, Reyna fell onto her behind. "Reyna is dizzy," her head was spinning and she tried to make it stop by putting both hands on her head, but that didn't work. When her head ceased its back flipping, Reyna stood on fours once more, sniffing around the area. "Reyna says it's safe Master," she came bounding back over to Urara, looking for praise.

Reyna was a good girl, yes she was. It wasn't the same when she praised herself though. She wanted Urara to praise her again, it felt good when Urara said she was a good girl. Reyna looked into the lake, seeing her reflection. She jumped, yipping, and hit her reflection with her hands, getting her clothes wet. Her reflection rippled and she howled in delight. On the oasis, water was her main source of entertainment. "Master come! Reyna wants to show Urara a game!" Reyna ran back to Urara, wriggling in anticipation, the bell on her collar ringing with each step she took.

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Urara stared at the wide open lake with the walls surrounding it. She'd bulleted them over the walls and into the lake area itself, enjoying the sound of the water and the swirl of the fog in the far distance. At her side was Reyna, being super awesome and adorable and the best thing ever - though it'd be nice if she wanted to be friends with Stitches, too! Stitches was an official member of the glorious New Praetorian army, of course! Reyna would be one of her top generals and Stitches would be too, maybe? The child ruler sensed strangeness from Stitches but couldn't determine exactly what it was other than being part demon. She shrugged, not caring too much - because it was super secret spy time! The guard stationed at the walls were facing outwards so they were probably safe since they were already inside, right?

”A super spy mission is when we sneak into a place and get information and have cool music in the background to make us cooler!" Urara exclaimed excitedly, petting her best friend's head. ”And and if we kill someone we get to have a cool line! Like, like, 'This is Ra. Urara.' and bonk their hearts out! Doesn't that sound fun?!" Then Reyna walked to the lake's shore, seemingly interested, mentioning something about a game. Games were fun! Urara really liked the idea of playing a game. First, however, was getting Stitches cleaned up, so Urara kicked him into the lake. ”Wash up!" She said cheerfully then followed Reyna, excitement glowing in her eyes. ”You're such a good girl, Rey-Rey!" The child ruler giggled. ”Can you show Ura the game? Is it super fun? It is, right? Right?"

Reyna mewled in delight, her body quivering in pleasure, tail wagging as Urara scritched behind her ears. It was a feeling she couldn't resist and made the fox practically melt into a pile of delight. She was hardly listening to Urara's explanation of a super spy, she was too busy focusing on the scritches. "Yes, Reyna is a very good girl!" She agreed, practically purring. "Reyna would like to kill," she had heard that part. It had been years since she had stabbed someone, hearing their cries of pain and begs for mercy. She remembered tearing down cities, how people would flee in every direction, avoiding Reyna completely. Cowards, it's like they were afraid to get scratched or bitten. "Reyna admits it's tempting." She replied, ears twitching as she suddenly sneezed. Then Urara wanted to see the game.

"This way Master!" Reyna beckoned her over to the lake and looked inside of it. "Master looks at her image and then, she jumps!" Reyna showed it to Urara. How you looked for your reflection and then jumped on it, waiting for the water to cease its rippling before take another leap. "Is Master having fun!" Reyna asked, bounding up to the girl after a few minutes, stepping on both of their reflections.

Watching Reyna jump into the water, splattering her own reflection everywhere made Urara giggle gleefully. Sure, she understood the whole thing and didn't reaally see how it was super fun, but the expression and the joy on the Fox's face made it so that it was fun anyways! Urara stared at her own reflection, faintly wondering if her mother looked the same, years ago, and if she was just as weak as she was now. Thoughts of if she could meet her mother's legacy and make Praetora super big and strong again, but also doubts because she was so weak compared to Nox and White and stuff and then she decided that thinking about this stuff made her head hurt and was boring, so the red haired girl hopped into the water, letting out a yelp as the water was much, much colder than she expected it to be, and, surprisingly, it actually was fun! Urara splashed her way to the dog girl and hugged her closely. ”This is super fun!" Urara squealed. ”How did Rey-Rey discover this? Rey's such a good girl, a smart girl, aren't you? Yes you are, here, have a coo-"

Oh, she forgot to take off her Adventure Pack and now her cookies were ruined. Well, that was sad and dumb! Urara stared at it wistfully then shot the Adventure Pack away then scritched Reyna's hair again. ”Have a cookie once we get back home after this super secret mission!"

Reyna was having so much fun with Urara. "Reyna is very glad tha Urara is happy!" Reyna sing songed and continued puddle jumping. "Reyna will do the secret mission with Urara, as long as Urara gives Reyna lots of scritches!" She was still hopping around in the water, distracted by her reflection. Her clothes were soaked, but Reyna didn't seem to care. "Um, Reyna wants to know what is the super secret mission?'

The child ruler bent down to scritch Reyna more and more with a wide smile on her face. Reyna really was her best friend, the reason she felt so happy the last two days! It was so lucky that they met, wasn't it? It was awesome that they met, right? ”As many scritches as Rey-Rey wants!" Urara giggled, splashing around in the water herself, waving her hand in the water to spray Reyna with water, a playful shine in her eyes. But, of course, it couldn't all be fun and games, right? ”So! The super secret spy mission!" Details formed in the girl's mind when-

”Super secret spy mission, hmm? In my city?" All of a sudden two things happened at once - a helicopter manifested right beside them, bearing that hated insignia of a moon and a lake, and worst of all was Lux, the traitor, the betrayer, standing behind Ura, Rey, and Stitches with two plasma rifles in hand, a pleasant smile on her face belying her true disgusting nature. Hatred flared up in Urara's chest and she stared at the enemy, the one who ruined her life and destroyed everything. This was the perfect opportunity for revenge, wasn't it? This was - this was the day she was waiting for, right? Urara placed a hand on Reyna's shoulder.

”This is the super secret mission!" Urara shouted, eyes glowing uncontrollably. ”We kill her!" Ignoring the widening grin on Luxara's face, Urara shot Reyna towards her with the power of a bullet.

Reyna was practically bouncing in anticipation of what the mission could be. When Urara scratched her ears though, she seemed to calm, her tail swishing eagerly. Reyna loved scritches, it was most likely her weakness. A terrible sound came from overhead, reminding Reyna of the brewing of sand storms, how the wind would whistle and whip around, strong enough to cut through skin like deadly knives. When the helicopter landed and the new threat appeared, Reyna growled. "Can Reyna eat the birds now?" She asked, looking up at Urara. "Reyna will eat them!" She bent into what almost looked like the beginning of a runner's stance. Urara had given Reyna permission to kill and she was excited.

She waited for it, the shooting, when it came, she turned into a deadly weapon of claws and teeth, spinning in the air, shooting right at their enemy. A grin was spread wide on her face, she could hardly wait to bite, to taste flesh and blood and crush bone with her teeth like she had to the slavers.

Lux's eyes seemed to shine with recognition and her clock eye started spinning, time stopping - and it was a good thing she did, as Reyna was literally inches away from her. A moment later and she would have definitely died. Wasn't this the same fox as the one from years ago? And... why hadn't she aged at all? Luxara easily stepped to the side, behind the fox girl, a grin on her face. She then grabbed the girl's arms, bringing Reyna into the time stop and pinned her arms behind her in a choke hold, where hopefully the fox would be immobilized. ”How very intriguing!" Luxara smirked coldly. ”It's been a while, hasn't it? So, tell me - why do you still look the same as years ago, when you destroyed Praetora?"

Reyna didn't understand, one minute she had been flying, about to tear the woman's face off, the next she was being spun around, suddenly unable to breathe. Reyna tried to scratch the woman, but she was holding the fox in a position where she was nearly immobile, only her feet able to kick. "Reyna has no idea what you're talking about!" She hissed, trying to use her teeth to bite. It wasn't any fun if the enemy didn't leave with at least a few broken bones. "Reyna has been with Mr. Mittens until Urara found her!" Reyna mewled in frustration, her ears twitching madly as she tried to wriggle out.

Luxara sighed, knowing it probably wasn't going to be this easy to figure out a way to stop Xia from aging for all eternity. So, with time still stopped, she moved with her struggling hostage closer to the lake, then shoved the fox's head into the water, holding it there for a short while. Once she deemed it was enough she released the fox with a pleasant giggle and a laugh. ”Okay, I'm going to ask you again." She said, gleaming. ”Why do you still look the same? What did you do, Reyna? You see, this is something I must know." Her grip tightened and she showed Reyna to the water again. ”So please, I don't want to have to hurt you!"

Reyna continued in her struggle while Luxara carried her over to the lake. "Let go of Reyna!" She screamed as suddenly her head was plunged beneath the water. Reyna bubbled, choking as water went up her nose and into her mouth. Her limbs would have been flailing had Lux not been holding them down. Then she was up again, coughing up water and whatever else she had swallowed. "Reyna doesn't understand!" She growled, "Reyna has been with Mr. Mittens!"

While Lux really wanted to continue the interrogation - she needed this information, after all - she couldn't keep up the timestop for much longer. With a reluctant sigh she dropped the fox at her feet, aiming her gun in front of her, at the child ruler that seemed to have something or other planned. Was a war beginning between New Praetora and Nox Astra? Was Urara really that idiotic to try? She returned time to normal, aiming a kick into the Fox's side as Urara blinked, confused, trying to figure out exactly what happened and why things were like that. Then Urara's eyes glowed in fury as she saw her best friend being hurt. She shot herself at Lux, knife out, only for Lux to disappear and reappear behind her, slamming her gun down on the back of Urara's head, making her feel dizzy and weak and pained. ”I'll kill you!" Urara hissed, eyes glowing again. ”You hurt Rey-Rey, and you killed my family! I hate you! I'll never forgive you!"

Luxara gave her an amused little smile, as if entertained, easily avoiding another bullet knife attack using time stop, whacking Urara hard with her gun, making the girl collapse to her knees from the pain. ”Wow, you really are weak!" Luxara said pleasantly. ”So weak compared to your mother, you can't even protect your dear friend!" The child ruler glanced at Reyna, tearing up and she shot herself at her, hugging her closely. ”D-don't hurt her! Rey-Rey is my best friend! She's a good girl, so don't touch her!"

When time unfroze, her head was spinning. Lux ddropped her, threatening Urara. Reyna spluttered as the rest of the water exited her lungs when suddenly a kick to the side sent her flying into a tree, the girl curling up on her side, tail no longer swishing. She was breathing hard, one eye open, the other closed as she tried to focus. "D.... Don't h-hurt," she stopped to take in a breath, "Master!" Reyna got to her feet, her legs all wobbly. She was about to attack Lux again when Urara shot herself over, hugging Reyna tightly and praising her. "Reyna will protect Master," Reyna growled at the woman, wanting to get another shot at killing her.

"Reyna will kill anyone who threatens Master Ura!" If not for Urara's hug, Reyna would have been trying to slash Lux to ribbons.

Luxara rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore the mounting headache, but ready to freeze time again just in case. It seemed Urara was too tired to keep fighting, though, and she was holding the Fox down quite well, wasn't she? ”I could easily kill you both." The Queen of Nox said brightly, gesturing at her gun. ”But, there are more important things. There's an extremely powerful enemy approaching from the West, you see." Her eyes seemed to glow as Urara shivered and hugged the fox, whispering apologies for being such a bad master. ”Why not work together to defeat Charon? And after that, if you still want revenge, I'll let you try again."

The child ruler was angry, she was super angry, but she didn't want Rey-Rey to keep being hurt, and she knew she was too weak to help, to try and do anything. ”Urara will never team up with you, you traitor!" She shot herself into the lake, retrieving Mr. Stitches and shot her knife at Lux before grabbing Reyna and taking the three of them far, far away, super far away until they were somewhere else, anywhere else - a strange giant fortress city sitting on top of a lake. The city of super technology! They were at Babylon. Urara fell to her knees and hugged Rey-Rey harder, crying and sniveling. ”Ura is sorry, Ura's such a bad master! I'll try harder, I'll be better, please forgive me, Rey-Rey..."

Reyna wanted to kill the woman, but Urara wouldn't let her. She was itching for a fight, balystic at the fact that she wasn't allowed to kill the woman. "Reyna will hurt anyone who tries to hurt Master!" She growled, fur on ends as they were suddenly shot to somewhere else. Reyna was confused by the crying, was this something people did? "Ura, Reyna is worried. There is water coming from Master's eyes," She whimpered, tail curling around her sitting form as Urara hugged her. Reyna hesitated, gently patting Urara's head. "Master is a good girl," she smiled, already forgetting about the incident.

Urara wiped at her eyes, releasing Reyna from the hug, sniffling. ”Ura's sorry, um. This is when, when Urara is sad she cries, and she's sad because you got hurt! I'm the master, I should have kept you safe!" Urara took a deep breath, forcing herself to feel better and feel stronger, standing up to her full miniature height. ”Thank you for staying with me, Rey-Rey!" She enjoyed being called a good girl, it made her feel strange things, whispers of a mother long past echoing in her mind. She called her that, ages ago, didn't she? ”Ura will do better! We'll be a super strong team, and we'll kill her together!" Then her belly rumbled. Urara was hungry! ”Let's find something to eat! There's - there's a whole lotta fun stuff in Babylon! Does Rey-Rey like fish? Bablyon has lots of fish stuff!"

She was excited to show her best friend the sights of the other lake city, to distract her mind from failing to get revenge on the traitor that ruined everything!

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Satsuki Shizuka Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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❝The forest that once was green, was colored black by those killing machines.❞

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Reyna was ravenous. The cookie, while delicious, did little to fill her stomach and it growled. "No tummy," she said, patting it in order to hush it. Reyna was no stranger to hunger, on the oasis, she had never had much to eat and yet she never died from starvation. The gnawing was a presence she was used to and she had to eat in limited, small quantities in order to become accustomed to finally having enough food to fill her stomach. "Reyna would very much like fish." She said, biting a scratch on her arm. "Um... where would Master get Reyna fish from?" She was on her feet again, trotting along right beside Urara.

People stared and whispered, it wasn't every day you saw a part human part demon walking on all fours and it certainly was a strange sight. "Mr. Scritches," Reyna looked up at the white haired boy with the red markings on his bed. "Does Mr. Scritches know where Urara could get food?" Reyna stopped to scratch again, wiggling to get off all the water that Xia had nearly drowned her in. "Where is Reyna now?" The girl asked, looking around the city.

Reyna caught a scent, something eerily familiar. Her foot suddenly tapped on the ground excitedly, tail wagging. "Reyna smells something!" And she took off, following the scent. "Reyna will protect Master!" She growled, stopping when she found it. A woman (Satsuki) tall and in a white dress with decorations and eyebrows that were a little intense. She seemed angry almost, but her scent was familiar. Had she perhaps encountered this woman in the dessert? "Reyna knows you." She stopped, sitting in the woman's path, tail curled around her, one ear flopped over in an adorable manner.


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Ronan was wandering the halls again and somehow he had ended up back at the window. "I wonder how those people got so small." Ronan mused aloud, noticing a guard attempting to stifle a snicker. He frowned, was something funny? Normally the guards were stone statues and when he turned the guard went back to his position, a statue once more. His hands were in his pockets, there were only so many times one could pace the same hallways. Finally, he ended up back in his room, sitting at the desk, notebook flipped open. The red faded, a calm hue of blue returning. Ronan clicked the fountain pen into open, placing it on the page. His hands were steady, strokes of even pressure scrawling across the page in fluid cursive. There were only two words on the page, written over and over again like some sick mantra.

Kill me.

His eyes turned back to red and he seemed to snap, throwing the pen as far away from him as he could, as though it were hot, as though it were on fire. Words were dangerous, it seemed. Ronan slammed the notebook shut. There was nothing to do now, he was bored. He crawled onto the bed, flopping down on the large mattress. He struggled to take off his pants, kicking them into a corner and rolling himself into the blanket like a burrito. "This is boring," Ronan groaned. He tried to sleep or take any sort of nap but sleep refused to come. "I have to pee," Ronan mumbled, unrolling himself and going to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face, using the toilet. When Ronan was washing his hands he looked up, taking a step back. His reflection looked back at him, seemingly mad.

"What are you doing?" His voice hissed, the reflection looking as though he wanted to throttle Ronan. Ronan took another step back, alarmed. "Is this what you're resorting to? Hiding inside of yourself. You make me sick you weakling." His hands shook, he gripped the side of the sink. "I am not weak." Ronan growled, "I, I am strong!" He tried to show his reflection, raising his arms and flexing impressive muscles from years of hunting. "See?"

"You've never been strong, if you were, Wesley wouldn't have died. You would've saved Mouse, you would've killed Joshua White."

Ronan's hands tightened on his grip on the sink, he tried to restrain himself. If he got mad, then surely White would get mad too. Ronan wasn't sure how, but somehow he ended up on the floor, grappling with a towel. He threw the towel and it remained still in the corner. "I told you I was strong." He sneered at the inanimate cloth, getting to his feet. Pain suddenly exploded inside his head. Ronan fell to his hands and knees, the heel of his hand pressing into one of his glowing red eyes. "No, I-I'm strong...." his voice faded out and he tried to crawl to the bathroom door. His vision blinked in and out and he fell onto his side, twitching for a moment or two before his body went still.

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Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Xianata Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi Character Portrait: Tommy Blackwheat

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❝Live, have fun, and die! That's the circle of life!❞

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Urara heard it, the low rumble of Reyna's tummy. Was she hungry? Urara was pretty hungry too, wasn't she? This was Babylon, land of seafood stuff! Tigris Lake was known for it's super wide variety of creatures to fish up and cook and stuff, while Lake Xiana mostly had the same kinds of stuff - eels, a few fish here and there, nothing too special, nothing quite as cool as Tigris Lake. There was so much Urara wanted to try with Rey-Rey and Mr. Stitches, the child ruler could hardly contain her excitement!

”There's lots of fish places!" Urara exclaimed, already grabbing her best friend by the arm as she expressed an interest in fish and asked where to get some. Seeing the water still soaking Reyna made Urara's stomach feel like tearing itself open - she failed. Even if she acted happy and friendly, Ura still failed to protect Reyna from the evil Luxara, she was horrible, she didn't deserve to be a master. Sadness rose inside the girl as she tried to snap herself out of it, tried to act friendly like usual. ”This is Babylon, to the south, place of science and adventure!" Ura declared in a voice of forced excitement, wanting to be fun and stuff as she usually was. For some reason, though, she couldn't bring herself to the same level of energy, her eyes were still focused on Lux, seeing Reyna being dunked into the lake like that.

She hated it. Urara's knees clanked together as she tried to regain her composure. Why was she so weak? Why couldn't she beat that stupid traitor, anyways? She wanted to be like her mom, all powerful and feared by everyone and super strong! Sure, her mom was mean sometimes, and started a lot of fights, but she was still really powerful, and she won almost everything! It was only because Lux cheated somehow that they lost, right?

Then Reyna bounded off, catching a scent, saying something about protecting. Urara smiled warmly at Stitches, trying to be friendly and nice and followed her best friend, catching a sight of the ruler of Babylon, and one of Ura's friends, though they hadn't met in a while. ”Satsuki!" Urara yelped, bulleting herself into the woman, latching onto her like a backpack. ”It's been forever! Hey, hey! Can you give us a super special reservation at that fancy sushi place, Sat-chan? Sushi Planetarium or something? It's super fancy, my friends would love it! Haha!"


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Xia nodded, thinking. The stuff Tommy said made sense, didn't it? It did, right? Maybe Xia was weird, but in the past day or so she really felt the drive to discover herself and what she was good at, what she could excel in. But it wasn't as if Tommy suddenly showed her the light - he just helped guide her to it. Even before meeting him, she wanted to go out and explore Nox Astra, to walk around and see what she could do, to learn and experience what life had to offer. Luxara, as much as Xia adored her big sister, really seemed intent on keeping her as a doll or something, right?

”Yeah." Xia said slowly, listening to her avian friend. Her face lit up and she nodded again, more enthusiastically. ”Yeah! I really - I bet I could repay Lux and everyone better after I grew up a little and explored a little more!" Then doubt crossed her face again, a little glum again. ”Ah, but... Lux won't be happy at all... and, um, how do I know what I'm good at? What if I pick the wrong thing?"

The princess smiled warmly at him upon hearing that he was enjoying himself, and maybe a tiny bit relieved that he didn't seem as if he wanted a drink, though she didn't exactly know where the relief came from. The girl ducked underwater again, happily swimming circles around Tommy's legs before resurfacing, skin glistening with the water. ”I'm glad you like it!" She said, a high satisfied chirp. ”You can stay as long as you like, we'll loan you the money you need!" Then her eyes turned serious again and she leaned closer - blushing again - but remained firm. She could beat those big busty women, right? Tommy liked her more, he even called her beautiful, r-right?

”So, did you find any news about the fae haven?" Her voice was super low, inaudible to anyone other than Tommy over the splashing of the water and the laughs of the children.


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Reyna's ears had both flopped over now, tail wagging as Urara joined her with Mr. Scritches, "Does Ura know stranger?" Reyna asked, circling the girl. She sat back down in Satsuki's path, watching as her Master asked for something, begging in the way only a human could. "Please?" Reyna asked in confusion, deciding to try and help Master although she didn't know what she was on about. Reyna gave her best puppy dog eyes, rolling over so that her stomach was to the sky as though she wanted a belly rub.

Isamu trudged with the group and had been recovering from Ura's cannonballing. Rubbing the back of his neck, a knot was forming, only in times like these did he feel. his age. He blinked and looked around seeing new scenery. Although he had to wonder why it had been walled off in the first place. It just looked like any other lake. Sighing he made his way over to the Exhibitionist and leaned down making gentle circles on her exposed belly. He had to avert his eyes because something about her he really enjoyed.

Reyna hadn't meant to attract Mr. Stitches to her tummy, but the belly rub made her mewl with glee and she wiggled beneath his hand, her tail swishing rapidly. To this the man smiled a genuine smile, a warm one he hadn't felt in ages. No matter, he moved on to approach Ura. He tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, so, this is. . . Babylon right Urara?" He had to bend down to whisper to her. From her horse, Sat-chan, Ura grinned at Stitches, making a peace sign with her fingers. ”Yup! This is Babylon! Scienceworld and seafood palace galore! And home to Sat-chan here with those big eyebrows. Look how cool they are!" She gestured at the eyebrows on her friend and horse's head with a giggle.
The man raised his eyebrows and looked under Ura, sure enough there was indeed a person there. Making a slightly surprised noise he shrugged. He hadn't been paying much attention since that blast over the wall and all that. "It's an honor I suppose. . . Sat-chan?" He said to the horse.

It was weird really, she was ready to head back to Sanctum, and then there three people surrounding her. One of them who she knew, although haven't seen in a while. The other was...what looked like part dog? Though they sure acted like one. The other was one she didn't know at all. Urara had latched onto her back upon seeing her, and Satsuki attempted to shrug her off. "If it was food you wanted, you could've just asked instead of all these silly antics. And please, I'd prefer if you stopped pointing out my eyebrows, they aren't as huge as your making it seem."

Urara hopped off of Sat-chan once it was obvious she didn't seem to really enjoy it at all. Ura was a little bit sad about that - she was the embodiment of funness! Wasn't everyone supposed to like her? She didn't understand how Sat-chan didn't enjoy it but since she was a friend, Ura went back on the ground, with a cheeky smile." This place is so cool! I want a lake!" The child ruler giggled. "That's Rey-Rey! She's my best friend! She then pointed at the man who was rubbing Rey's belly. "And that's Mr. Stitches! He's pretty cool, but his stitches smell." Ura returned her gaze to Satsuki, brimming with friendliness."Thank you for the food! I super duper appreciate it muchses!"

Reyna seemed to pur as Urara rubbed her tummy. She turned over once Ura had rubbed it five times as any more belly rubs would be unacceptable. Reyna looked up at the girl Urara had said was Sat-Chan. "Sat-Chan and Reyna are friends now too?" She asked, looking up at her Master.

Ura stared at the fox - dog girl curiously as she rolled over, figuring that probably she had enough rubs? How about scritches, would that be fine? The child ruler placed her hand on Reyna's head, behind her floppy ears, but didn't start the scritch, just in case she didn't like it or want it. Was there a scritch limit? That would have to be somehting to learn, right? ”Yes!" Urara exclaimed cheerfully. ”Sat-chan and Rey-Rey are friends now, but not as much as Ura and Rey are friends. We're best friends, there's a difference! Ehehe."

Reyna gave an approving nod to the scritches, closing her eyes to savor the feeling of Urara's fingers in her bright pink hair.

As the woman, Satsuki, spoke Isamu made sure to listen well. For he knew New Prae was very weak, while Babylon and them had a friendship now that could easily change. If so he needed to be ready. He walked over to Ura, keeping an eye on the bushy-browed woman. "Urara, was there a purpose in coming to this place other than piggyback rides?" He had to wonder again, if this child-ruler was truly this childlike or if she was simply testing him to see if he was smart enough to see her brilliance that she concealed. He thought perhaps the former.

”We need food!" Urara murmured defensively, not meeting Stitches's gaze. ”...Ehehe. The food here is really good, and once we have enough energy, we can hunt bad guys! That sounds fun, right?" The girl didn't really have any major plan in mind, but she knew there had to be bad guys in the desert somewhere! She thought back to what happened to her home not too long ago, when she first brought Rey-Rey. ”Oooh, actually, we could try to fight slavers! They did stuffses before, y'know? Y'know? Rey and I beat some, but there's definitely still more out there!" Her eyes sparkled with a fury that usually was absent in this absent-minded girl's existence as a whole. And, well, perhaps another, less concscious reason was to affirm the friendship between the cities, but that was too much for Urara to be able to think up on her own.

Urara began explaining her reasoning to Isamu and he was going to interrupt her until she mentioned slavers. His eyes shifted into a much more focused and murderous gleam as he looked over the small girl. "You fought slavers? Where? Where were they? How many? What did they take?" He asked her his voice becoming more urgent as he spoke.

The girl nodded her head, noticing the change in Stitches but not knowing why. Did maybe he lose someone to slavers before? ”Yes! We, um, they were in the desert near that... that statue thing close to one of White City's farm things?" She paused to think. ”Um... there were a bunch! So it's probably a bigger organization thing! Right? We let one get away, though.... and, well..." Ura remembered the fear and terror on the eyes of the victims and shivered slightly, not wanting to ever feel so powerless again. ”They tried to take the kids of my home. To... to sell them or make them do... do things that's, y'know? Dirty stuff." Urara looked away for a second, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Then she sighed, smiling once again. ”Ura and Rey-Rey saved them, though! Rey's such a good girl, isn't she?"

The words the girl spoke only stirred Isamu more inside, amping his already high lust for carnage and blood. It had been awhile and now that slavers had been mentioned, Scythe had begun it's cacophonous whispers again. He turned away from Urara and began pacing a bit, his hands twitching up by his mouth. "W- we need to. . . Kil- go, seek these out and slau- s stop them. We must stop them." He was practically vibrating ready to fight, his hand flew down to the sleek, black baton streapped to his hip.

Urara blinked, confused about Stitches, not really understanding. She then turned her attention to Satsuki, making sure to keep up with the scritches in the meantime. ”Sat-chan, actually! There's somthing more important, but food is good too! Do you, do you have any news on slavers? We can hunt them for you, in return for the food! So please tell us everything you know, Sat-chan!"

Reyna looked up when the scritches suddenly stopped, Urara almost seemed nervous. Was there something wrong? Then the scritches started up again and Reyna forgot all about it, mewling in pleasure as her tail thumped against the ground, the girl looking up at the other three curiously. The mood had become moot, all too quiet. Mr. Scritches seemed to be acting weird, his intense red eyes seeming to bore holes into the girl. Reyna didn't like it, "Mr. Scritches is making Master uncomfortable!" Reyna snapped, canines on full display. She would bite him if she had to, although Reyna didn't think he would taste very good.

In his odd trance that was beginning to take ahold of his senses, Isamu glanced down to see Reyna bearing her fangs, as he had suspected she was half-demon. Clearly not full. Or perhaps she was a baby. Either way. He stood up with no fear and put himself in front of her, his eyes narrowed. "I'd put those away before I hurt you." He said between clenched teeth. He didn't want to hurt her, but if she insisted on presenting a challenge, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop.

Reyna snapped her teeth at him again, ready to leap when the scritching intensified and she suddenly turned into a pile of quivering pleasure, wiggling underneath Urara's hand. She rubbed her head against Ura, eyes closed as she savored the feeling. "Reyna will deal with Mr. Scritches later," she promised, opening one eye.

Isamu shut his eyes as she melted. How childish. Although a part of him was thankful to the spacey ruler, she had calmed the aggitated little Fox with no trouble. Then again the promise of further sparring between him and Reyna was certainly quite appealing to him. He calmed a bit as well, he took some deep breaths and mellowed out,

Urara beamed at her two friends, thinking to herself how wonderful it was that they were playing, getting along so well. ”Urara loves you both!" The child ruler exclaimed. ”The three of us can beat all the bad guys!" She continued the scritches, of course, but she also remembered that Rey-Rey was hungry.

"Reyna loves Master too." She glared at Mr. Stitches from where she sat, a slow smile slipping onto her face as though she were gloating that Urara was scratching her head and not his. This was something only an animal would consider a victory and he probably didn't mind it at all but Reyna considered it a win. She wouldn't let Mr. Scritches take Urara away from her no matter how funny his name may be.

Satsuki payed no mind to them, and while the man who they had called "Mr.Stitches" did seem...odd among their little group, she decided that it wasn't worth anything to look into it. Though, that only held true until they had mentioned slavers. She would've dismissed it as childhood fantasy and ignored it...that's what she should've done. Though the fact that Ura seemed to even be truly disturbed by her finding only prompted her to look further into things. When asked if she knew anything them, she could only furrow her eyebrows in response, which might've appeared intimidating to some, given the size of her brows. "No...in fact I knew nothing of the sort at all." She stood silent for a while, until she finally decided on what her next course of action would be. "Here, I'll personally treat all of you to dinner if you can tell me everything you know about these..slavers. I'll personally look into it myself if that pleases you."

”Oh! Sat-chan, I love you!" Ura let up on the scritches and tackled Satsuki into a hug, far too intimate and friendly for the woman, her grin wide and cheerful. It only lasted a second and upon releasing her, the serious and angry look returned to her eyes as she remembered the incident. So Urara wasted no time in telling Satsuki all about what happened - about how her people were abducted, about the insignia on the slaver's trucks that looked similar to some type of farming tool, about how she and Reyna killed one group, and how the surviving slaver ran in the direction of White City upon escaping Reyna's wrath. ”Ura believes there's something bigger than just one group happening here! Please, Sat-chan, can you help?"

Reyna looked up when the scritching stopped. Master Ura was talking to Sat-Chan and so she waited patiently, tail wrapped around her as she listened to them speak. "Reyna killed them, Master Ura didn't want the arm Reyna gave her though." She shook her head, both ears flopping over. "Does Sat-Chan want to kill slavers too?" She asked, looking up at the female with the large eyebrows.

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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Reyna was a very full and happy fox. She had eaten plenty of the delicacy called sushi which had weird sticky grains and plenty of fish. "Reyna is so full," she mewled, laying on her stomach in the street beside where Mr. Scritches and Master Urara stood. Her tail waggled happily though and she had received plenty of scritches from passing people who were curious as to whether or not her ears were real. She purred each time, her tail picking up speed until they stopped, getting pulled away by a parent or continuing on their errands. Eventually, Reyna sat up, wondering why they were just lazing around when there was stuff to be doing, things to be exploring. Something rustled behind them and Reyna jumped to her feet, growling. It was just a stray cat and it skittered away quickly. Reyna sat back down, satisfied that she had scared away the threat and sat back down, rubbing her head against Urara's leg.

Her ears twitched, picking up the sound of something, of a bunch of vehicles. They were at the edge of the town, no doubt Master was preparing to send them with her really quick touch back so Reyna could go sleepy. She was tired now, wanting to rest on the stone street that had a bit of sand kicked onto it. There were too many unknowns though, far too many threats for the fox's liking. Besides, when she slept, her mind did weird things and Reyna didn't like it. So she stayed sharp, watching for any signs of danger or anything that could harm the Master. Reyna had finished rubbing her head on Urara's leg and so she looked out at the vast ocean of sand with waves of grains that got clogged into everything. Her eyes surveyed the sky too, the moon that shone down on them, the stars twinkling from their positions in the sky. Did Reyna have a star? She wondered, one that looked down and watched over her.

Everyone had a star that protected them. Reyna was sure, maybe her's was that big shiny one that she could always see no matter how many clouds tried to drown it in the surface of inky blackness? Yes, Reyna was convinced. That was her star and she was sure she could hear it, a low grumbling that seemed to make the very earth shake. Was it trying to tell her something? Perhaps beckoning her up to join them in the sky? Her head snapped back downward and she narrowed her eyes, ears twitching. Reyna stood on fours, growling, fur standing on ends as the roaring grew louder until it was the only sound she could hear. Her ears were pressed flat against her head, tail rigid as she prepared for a fight. Slowly, the cars came to a stop, the rumbling becoming softer and a bit more distant.

Reyna was no less relaxed.

At least until, a certain figure she recognized came stumbling out. He grinned and kneeled in front of her, a weird bell ringing on his neck, almost like the one Reyna had. "Mr. Ronan!" Reyna became a puddle of purrs once more as he scratched underneath her chin, hand moving up until it was behind her ears. "Oh Reyna has missed you, yes she has!" Ronan had tried to kill her the first time they met, in fact, the two were sworn enemies. He stood, gesturing to someone else getting out of the car and running back to his side like a faithful dog. Reyna sat down beside Urara, wondering who the looming figure ahead of them was.

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Luxara Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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Urara wasn't happy. After what happened to Rey-Rey at the evil Lux's hands, she knew she had to get stronger, she knew she couldn't just stay weak as she was. Being weak didn't help anything, she couldn't protect the people that mattered to her like this. So Urara knew that she had to grow, she had to learn, she had to make sure she could always protect Rey-Rey and Mr. Stitches forever and always because she was their leader and they were her responsibility. It was a funny word, a strange word - a word she usually escaped from all the time. But now that she had something close to her that mattered, two great friends, Ura didn't want to risk losing them. Was it selfish? Was it bad? Probably, probably. But it was fine, it was okay, because they were important to her and she didn't know what to do without them.

So Ura went to challenge Lux again, but found that she wasn't even in Nox! Weird, it was so weird so she looked around and found a big fight happening in the valley between Luxara and someone she didn't recognize, an army she never saw before. It was weird and unsettling because as much as she liked to run away from reality, Ura knew that this meant something serious was going to happen. War would change everything, it'd make everything different. So the child ruler knew she had to become more serious, more dedicated, if she wanted to keep Rey safe from being hurt again. She returned from her daily hunt to tell Rey-Rey, but found something even stranger.

Rey was with a red-eyed man that looked suspiciously familiar, and she recognized the White insignia anywhere, of course. Why had Joshie come to Babylon? Did they need help in the war? If Babylon got involved, Ura would have to take Rey-Rey and Mr. Stitches and escape back to New Praetora because she knew as much as anyone that in a war, you lost important things. In a war, things special to you got stolen away. The child ruler wouldn't let that happen and her eyes narrowed to reflect that, an unconscious reaction to her new seriousness. Other than her eyes the rest of her was relaxed as always. ”Joshie-Josh! The girl exclaimed, waving excitedly after tossing Reyna a bag of cookies she found earlier. ”What are you doing here in Babylon, land of babies and lawns?" She giggled at her joke but her eyes weren't laughing with her.



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After the call, Lux knew she had to get to work. The Styxian general was making another attempt to breach the gap, but the Noxian Ruler had a feeling that this new attack was a diversion - something to distract her. Probably something to do with the squadron of tanks that had arrived at their camp, according to scout images from the Gamma Squad. It was like a wall of heavy armor and anti-armor cannons, ready to punch through anything as needed. This was going to be exciting. The Styxian infantry line was pushing the flanks, trying to strafe past the bulk of the berserkers that were stationed to plug the valley itself, but Lux knew something was up. She shouted a command into her side's radio - for Delta and Beta to handle the right and left flank respectively and Lux flew her helicopter to a hidden alcove, putting it in auto-fire mode, landing on the ground, unseen. She pressed a button on her hand device to kill any non-friendly surveillance tech, cheeks flushed from excitement. This was going to be fun.

Once the air forces were to the sides, the enemy sent forth the tanks in the middle. Lux waited, waited until the tanks were behind her, forming a wall for the bulk of the infantry line to try and fight past, hoping to overwhelm the berzerser squadrons that had set up camp as the primary defensive line. So Lux relayed another order - this time to Alpha - to go and harass the supply lines from the Styxian main encampment. If they were making an offensive strike, it meant their eyes weren't at their backs. Alpha would harass and sting and flee when needed - enough to be annoying and to cause damage but not enough to become at risk themselves.

But finally, it was time. Lux's clock eye spun and the world stopped moving. She let out a little cackle of pleasure and strolled out behind each of the tanks, firing rounds of plasma at the engines behind it. The engines were the vulnerable point, at the rear of the tank but they were usually protected by shield generators that activated upon an unfriendly unit being spotted. With time stopped, the natural shielding couldn't activate so her plasma rounds would easily make their way in to blow up each engine, wiping out the current threat with ease. Lux returned to hiding to watch the show, unfreezing time as the tanks all exploded, leaving the foot units vulnerable for Gamma to fire at and force into a retreat back to the main encampment.

”Good work, everyone." Lux called, returning back to camp for the time being. ”We pushed back this wave. Now, let's rest up a bit and prepare for a counter attack, shall we?" Her humanoid eye gleamed with excitement as she regarded the berserker general, who merely grunted. Yeah, he was kinda a drag, wasn't he?