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Aldred Kynn

"The world isn't kind to good people. It'll eat them up and spew out their bones. Good thing I'm not a good person, right?"

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a character in “Gatewatchers”, as played by Alle9009


If Gatewatchers became an Anime, this is how I would picture it.



Aldred Kynn

Al, Dreads, Musclehead (degratory).

18 years old (but in first year of highschool thanks to not having attended school for quite a long time)

Mana colour:

Mana affinity:
Biomancy - Aldred is capable of doing anything related to his physical body provided that he has enough mana to do so. He can shapeshift, changing from one appearance to the other, Shrink or grow in size (he is capable of extending this to objects via touch), change his weight so that he's light enough to float or heavy enough to stomp a crater in the ground, and his healing spells have a significant increase compared to other Gatewatchers thanks to him being a physical mage. Aldred is also capable of hormone manipulation, and can also improve his own organs.

Physical buff/debuff - Aldred can increase his physical capabilities with mana, such as speed and defence. He is also capable of decreasing the physical abilities of others, or increasing their physical stats.

Cloning - With some mana, Aldred is able to produce a clone of himself. Multiple clones, in fact. Once they die the memories the clones experienced returns to him.

Sensory manipulation - Aldred is able to manipulate his own senses to do things like seeing a hundred miles away or supernaturally sharp hearing or even just supersonic whistling (enhancement of the vibration of the vocal cords to allow for a supersonic sound). He can even change his lenses for laserbeam eyes.

Weapon construction - He can create anything, but specialises in weapons such as swords and knives and guns. He can make a tank, too, but eh.

Elemental magic - He can coat himself, or turn himself into if he so chooses, into any element he wants. For example he can turn his body into steel and gain properties from that, or coat himself into fire, granting him ability to burn and a bit of an immunity to fire. He's not able to do anything flashy like say, create a burning inferno out of nowhere directly in front of the enemies face, but he's capable of gathering a destructive force into his palms and throwing it like a baseball and plunging his hands into the earth to make a rock wall or devastating earthquakes.

Transmutation - He can convert one object into another object. it saves mana if he transmutes the object into something that's made out of the same material, but not necessary.

Necromancy - Aldred knows everything there is to know about necromancy, ghosts and zombies and all that undead jazz.

He has a few disciplines. He mainly uses words and gestures, but sometimes he traces symbols on the parts he wants to cast spells on and has a focus in the form of his bracelet.

Close range combat/melee, determination, objective, acting

Far range combat (most of his spells involve touch or melee and his focus is terrible), schoolwork (his knowledge on stuff is pretty much elementary school grade), private, vain

Unique Trait:
Physical Perfection - his physical stats have increased immensely, to the point where he's able to withstand a ridiculous amount of physical punishment, tow a truck with one hand and move without getting winded. Piercing damage is effective, but it still requires more effort to pierce the skin than for normal physical bodies. Think Shizuo Heiwajima from Durarara.

He's a cheery person with enough determination to shame a mule and a beast in battle. However, he knows when to turn serious, and he's easily enraged under his calm cheer. Signs actually point to his cheer being a mask for a more darker persona...

Which is true, as Aldred's smile hides a much darker, ruthless personality. He doesn't have any hesitation outright destroying a friend if he thinks its necessary, and has a disturbing tendency to go for fights instead of diplomacy. To call him a bloodknight would be right. Also kinda mildly depressed (in that he is not so much depressed as having made peace with his inevitable suicide) and seriously apathetic to others, and somewhat narcissistic at the same time.

Eye and hair colour:
Blonde hair, seen as sunny yellow by mana users.
Green eyes, seen as purplish green by mana users. He's got central heterochromia - a ring of dark wisteria purple on the outer part of his irises that fades into a dark leaf green as it gets closer to the pupil.

As seen above, Aldred is somewhat scrawny for his age, landing at 164cm and weighing 61kg. He's got spiky yellow hair that looks like a lion's mane and dark green eyes, with healthy skin. he tends to have a smile on his face, with a calm, friendly aura that hides a lot of sudden anger. Despite his size, Aldred is a lot stronger than he looks, and is actually extremely physically fit, which is often hidden by his clothes. He likes wearing hoodies or jackets or anything comfortable, but they're normally of dark shades and stylish. Mostly, he wears a grey tee underneath a black vest-like short sleeved shirt, with dark jeans and black boots. Wrapped around his neck is a yellow scarf and a necklace with a dogtag on it, and around his wrist is a black wristband that's scripted with some runes, which also acts as his focus.

Aldred's dad used to work in illegal matches to earn income. Aldred, who's mom was dead, often accompanied him to the fights, and he picked up fighting tips from there. However, one day when Aldred was 8, his dad was bribed to throw a match. He refused and won, but a few days later he was shot dead by an assassin in front of Aldred's eyes. Turned out that his employees was someone who had lost a few hundred dollars thanks to Aldred's dad winning the match, and decided to get revenge via assassin. Said assassin was not told that the mark had a kid until it was too late, which was a shame since the assassin didn't kill kids - he took Aldred in instead, even if he hated the assassin for killing his dad.

Aldred was trained to fight, kill and use magic, seeing as his Unique ability had activated when he saw his dad dead. Training from hell basically. Ended up doing it for years with motivation to destroy the man who destroyed his life, trained by said assassin himself. The assassin was a deathseeker, and decided that the kid would be how he left this world. The Assassin taught him magic when he realised that Aldred showed aptitude for it, and soon enough they were having battles that lasted for days. Battle that turned into spars, since Aldred's only companion was the assassin, and soon enough they were sharing a very twisted camaraderie.

That came to an end when the assassin died when Aldred was 14 years old. The circumstances where unknown, but it left Aldred wandering around in a daze and covered with injuries for two months until a gate opened within the vicinity. The Gatewatchers came across Aldred protecting himself, and decided to give him a position with them. Dazed, aimless and out of money, Aldred accepted, and that was how he came into the Gatewatchers division.

So begins...

Aldred Kynn's Story


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"Sillo Deskern...holy shit, that sucked! But I got the Gateway closed next to...fuck... Big Joe's Fish Market. Remind me again why we have a friggin' fish market in a city with no oceans or lakes?"

"Because otherwise we'd have no fish to eat otherwise," Aldred replied dryly, looking worriedly at the smoke in the horizon. That looked like it came from Headquarters, he thought, fiddling absentmindedly with the charm bracelet on his wrist. "No fish fingers, no fish and chips, no fish head curry, no seafood fish noodle soup..." Aldred shook his head as he pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head. "And that's all I'm saying about fish, because I'll start to get hungry otherwise."

Over the com, the others were yelling confirmation about closing the gateways that had appeared. Hibbet Sport's, Alleyway next to Harmont's Bakery, Big Joe's Fish Market. Aldred noted, picking up his soccerball. Probably others that weren't bothered to be reported too. All were places where a lot of people went to, which meant...

Aldred's eyes widened as he glanced urgently around his surroundings, brain working at top speed. He was in a small stadium near the soccer field section, which people had fled the moment it had started raining too hard to comfortably play. The stadium itself was popular, and although fewer people had came thanks to the rain it was still bustling quietly with business.

Filled with people, somewhat close to the HQ...Shit. The stadium fit most of the areas the other gateways had appeared in.

As if it was confirming his thoughts, a surge of energy crackled like ball lightning at the center of the soccer field as a gateway swirled open. Aldred was already summoning knives into his hands, as the gateway stabilised into a dark, circular tear in the air, his fingers fast and sure in their work. The symbols glowed purple for an instant before fading, and Aldred was already running towards the large, wingless dragon that was emerging out of the hole, small reptilian eyes jerking around as if it were looking for people to eat.

Unluckily for the dragon, Aldred was the only one on the field, and he didn't like the idea of being lizard food.

The fight was over far too soon. Aldred was nothing if not efficient, and a flame-spewing dragon that was only halfway out of the gateway didn't count as a threat in his book. He'd had to put out the fire on the soccer field though. "Gateway at Gibson Stadium," he said, slightly out of breath as he drained the mana from the Gateway, the scorched earth still steaming from the water he had hurriedly conjured. "Closed it. There's a Gateway at the Museum?" Aldred frowned. He liked the museum, he didn't like the idea of a Gateway disrupting the exhibits. "Heading there ASAP."


Gateway drained of mana and his own mana replenished, Aldred took a deep breath and focused, trying to remember the route. "Ok," he muttered to himself, and there was a small boom in the air as he took off, zooming like a somewhat slower Flash through the town towards the Museum.

An enhanced physical body that allowed Aldred to move faster than most humans were able to, amongst other things, was the gift that had been bestowed to him by mana. The fact that he used magic to enhance those traits - for example, his speed - to near supernatural levels was something he had never regretted.

Arriving at the museum in a matter of minutes on what would have been an hour's walk, Aldred veered away from the crowds as he dashed towards the nearest deserted entrance - only to be brought up short by the rose vines that blocked it.

Well, no matter. Physical-enhancing magic wasn't the only type of magic he knew, after all.

Aldred tilted his head to the side and brought his hand out, palm facing the thorny wall as if he was about to fire a laser beam out of his palm. "Burn." He commanded, using his other hand to steady his arm, and fire roared quietly out of his hand onto the roses, emitting enough heat for the air to shimmer in rolling waves. A hole began to form in the center of the wall, but as it burned the vines began to regrow, trying to close the hole Aldred had created.

Biting his lip, Aldred focused on sending more mana into the flames. The fire roaring out of his palm blazed higher, white smoke floating its way up as if he was trying to start a campfire. The hole grew wider until it was large enough for Aldred to go through, but Aldred knew - the moment he deactivated the fire glyph the roses would grow back to seal the hole shut. Once he passed through, he wouldn't be able to get out unless he burned the roses again.

He bit his lip and glanced at the others, then came to a decision. The smoke had already attracted a few Gatekeepers; Aldred shot a harried smile at one who seemed to have understood what he had done and slipped through the hole. Once he was through, he deactivated the fire, and with a swoosh the vines grew back, thick and unyielding as if nothing had happened.

Taking a deep breath, Aldred glanced around curiously - and immediately ducked as a sword sliced an arc where his neck used to be seconds ago. He rolled to the right and continued rolling as arrows rained down, slamming into the ground with enough force to penetrate. Coming to a stop as the arrows came to a stop an inch away from his foot, Aldred had no time to rest as he brought his hands up in a cross just in time to block the spear swinging towards his head.

He winced as the impact sent shockwaves down his arms. "barrier!" he yelled, and the arrow headed straight for his head came to a suden halt, the air rippling from the center of the arrow as if it were a rock tossed into a still pond. Pushing the spear back with a grunt, Aldred brought his leg out in a low sweep, catching his attacker by the shins. Caught off guard, his attacker fell to the floor with a clatter, bringing his fellow ambusher down in the process. Snatching up the spear, Aldred held it with both hands like a staff and finally caught sight of his attackers.

Knights. Three knights, two on the floor where he had knocked them down, one standing on a bulletproof glass casing containing some ancestral bracers pointing a recently loaded crossbow at him - Aldred shifted his head to the right as an arrow flew inches past his ear, passing through the space where his eye had been seconds ago.

Well. This is going to suck. Aldred's eyes narrowed as he brought his fists up. "Glaives," he murmured, and bronze arm bracers formed into reality over his arms, the metal gleaming dimly in the light. Tough leather gloves that didn't exist a second ago encased his hands, and Aldred lowered his torso and spread his legs, settling steadily onto the ground.

The animated knights stared back impassively, standing back on their feet. The one with the crossbow cocked his head and raised the loaded bow, as if it were taking aim.

Aldred hefted the spear as if it were a javelin and threw it towards the knight with the crossbow. It hit the knight dead center and penetrated through the chest. It's crossbow fell out of it's hands as the knight was jerked off its perch by the spear embedded in it, clawing uselessly at its chest as the spear embedded itself into the wall with a thud, the knight still attached to it like a stake through a voodoo doll.

One down.

The blonde teen was already moving to face the two remaining knights, noticing that the shot rang through out of the corner of his eye as he dodged the Sword knight's sword strike. The now Spearless knight followed it up with a punch, but Aldred caught it with one hand. Fluidly, he lowered his waist and pulled while turning to the right, using the momentum the knight had to pull him off balance while using him as a shield against the Sword knight at the same time.

The screeching of a sword edge against metal plate was terrible, like nails up a chalkboard. Aldred gritted his teeth as he completed the movement. Hauling the knight off his feet behind him, Aldred let go for only an instant before slamming his elbow in a vicious jab against the knight's back.

Unable to fight the extra momentum, the Spearless knight flew into the wall with a thud and landed onto the floor in a clatter of face down metal. The elbow-shaped dent on its back was visible as the knight twitched once and went still, its helmet rolling to a stop a few cases away.

Two down.

Whirling to face the Sword knight, Aldred raised an arm just in time to block the sword strike with his bracer. Although the knight had no expressions thanks to its faceplate, Aldred got the feeling that it was glaring at him, as if it were angry about its friends being taken down so easily. Could animated plates of armor really feel anyway?

"My magic is styled to beat people unconscious or dead, physically," Aldred told the armor, feeling that it was expecting an answer. He shrugged and grabbed a hold of the sword, carefully making sure not to dent it as he pulled it away from his face. The knight wretched against it again and again, but Aldred held it still as if the knight was as weak as a newfound lamb. "This means that I have the ability to break your armor in one punch provided I have enough mana," Aldred added breezily, drawing back his fist. "Reinforce."

The knight was still holding the sword when Aldred swung his fist into its gut with an almighty clang. Unable to withstand the force, the straps holding the Knight's gauntlets to the rest of the armor flew apart, leaving the knight's hands still clamping on tightly to the hilt of the sword in Aldred's hand as the rest of its body flew into the wall with a thud that reverberated against the walls. Falling to the floor, the Knight twitched once and went still.

Three down.

Aldred panted for breath. The rest of the knights were trapped in glass, and the people who had been in this exhibit were either outside (the exit to the other exhibits was miraculously open) or dead. Nothing he could do to help the dead, but the living he could help by bringing down the gateway.

Time to start looking, then.

Some time later

"Ah, finally," Aldred muttered as he slipped through the hole he had created in the vines to see the gateway. Privately, he let out a sigh of relief, tapping the charm on his bracelet to deactivate it. He wasn't able to sense mana, but his charm - a memento left by his late mentor, if you could call him that - could sense it for him, provided that they were within radius. Gateways manifested as large gatherings of mana, all spiky and large, although it was easy to be mistaken as a really, uberpowerful spell. The coffin seemed... wrong... too.

Danger, obviously.

Spying the redheaded boy, Aldred grinned. "Hi Zane," Aldred said cheerfully, giving his fellow gatewatcher a small wave. "Do you need help?" Then he spotted Sillos. A faint smile formed over Aldred's face. Sillos was pretty likeable, and it helped that they were around the same age. "Sillos!" he called, giving the teen a greeting wave. "How's life been? What's going on?"


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What Minori theorized might in fact be a Yeti, or at the very least a bipedal humanoid mammal from the world from which Mana came, was freshly frozen solid when Sillo appeared. The specimen wasn't so much as squished as it was shattered, with Minori looking on in horror as her perfectly preserved and painstakingly caught new science friend was replaced with a cage filled with deep fried carcasses. At just a glance, Minori knew the meat was cooked if not burned, ruining any examination of the muscle fibers, the eyes had boiled, the guts were probably no longer a solid mass, and decomposition would ruin whatever scientific value these poor souls had left in them by the time she could get them back, frozen or not.

Sillo gestured to the cage, obviously proud of himself, before teleporting away again.

Anger was not an emotion that came to Minori easily. Hours of experimentation leading to dead ends had taught her patience, and she thought with an objective point of view as best as she was able, but not even she could justify the trade off of a perfectly preserved and genuine curiosity to...

"I can't even tell what these things were..." Minori said softly to herself, shoulders slumping in defeat as she stared at the cage, unaware of the first laugh to escape her lips, but before she knew it she was cackling like mad, head thrown back as she let the emotion welling up in her chest out. Her comm hissed something about another gateway at the museum, but the finer details were lost in her manic episode It felt good, she had to admit, but it wouldn't compare to when she saw Sillo again. One way or another, she intended to have a proper specimen to examine today... and the boy was thoughtful enough to provide her with a cage.

"This is Field Researcher Minori requesting a supply evac at my position, as well as disposal for several charred bodies of inhumane origin. I'd also like a Mana Drainer be brought to my lab, if it is still standing, but only once the emergency protocols are over," She said, grinning as she looked from the cage towards the direction of the museum. Sillo was the one that she heard report about the museum if she recalled... The boy had better hope something living walked out of the gates for her to pick apart, or she'd make do with what she had around.

"Sillo, this is Minori. I'm assuming you are at the museum and I'd like you to know I'm on my way. I'd also like you to know that you crushed a still living, freshly preserved bipedal mammal with that cage. I'm telling you this now so you won't be surprised when I start hurling fireballs at you," she said, voice still filled with her upbeat attitude with just a hint of anger that would unsettle those that knew her. She paused for effect to let the teenager sweat for a moment before continuing.

"Kidding, but any creatures you find in that museum, if there are any, are not to be maimed and are to be left alive if possible. I appreciate the thought but aside from how they taste, I can't learn much from something once it's deep fried. Okay, Silly Willy Dilly Billy?" She said in the most obnoxious baby voice she could muster. She did like the kid, he was smart and thoughtful if a tad misguided, but it was situations like these that made her wish for age restrictions on field agents. Skilled or not, maturity was an issue that came up from time to time, and his ability to make her laugh just didn't supersede the potential information that Bigfoot might have provided.

She shook her head and turned so that she couldn't look at the cage anymore and let out a loud sigh before taking off towards where she'd parked her car.


By the time Minori arrived at the museum, Gatewatchers had mostly cordoned off the area to keep civilians out of harm's way, thought it looked like the local law enforcement was spread too thin with all the chaos to really arrive at the scene, and the ones that had were busy protecting the civilians that had most likely been inside when the gate opened. She had no doubt there was probably a blood bath in there in the room the gate opened.

She parked her car, a beat up old dark blue Mazda, across the street from the building and walked up just after Aldred had carved his way in, or that was what the Gatewatchers personnel told her as she examined the doorway. The building itself felt like one giant spell, and if the concealment magic used at the base was any indicator it very well might have been one. She just hoped that the comms still worked once she walked inside, as she got the feeling her Mana Sense would be useless once she stepped inside the giant concealment spell.

She was relieved to find that Aldred and Sillo had done a good job at securing the way to the gates, it giving her a chance to rest from her earlier spells. She wanted to be at one hundred percent if whoever set the bomb was also in the museum, and the modus operandi seemed identical. As Minori put a hand to the comm device wedged in her ear, she heard Aldred call out to Zane and Sillo through the hiss of the device, which saved her the effort of asking for a report.

"Energy can neither be created nor destroyed," Minori whispered, holding out her hand and sending a short burst of fire at the wall of vines. The burst was small but white hot, catching the vines on fire as soon as it made contact, but with a snap of her fingers the blaze extinguished itself as soon as the opening was big enough for Minori to comfortably walk through.

As soon as she stepped foot within the building she looked about and grimaced. She had heard of the exhibit themed around the Warring States period of Japan, but it seemed the mannequins donned in stereotypical ninja garb and samurai armor had gotten bored and decided to have a walk, though it did relieve her a bit to see the peasant clothes the actual ninja had worn walking about too with kama. Thinking for a moment, however, she frowned.

"I can't help but feel that this is a little racist..." Minori said, shaking her head as she once again whipped out her metal baton and shuddered at the satisfying series of clicks as it extended to its full length.

"This is Minori. I'm at the museum in the Japanese exhibit. I'll be in shortly, so please try not to damage whatever ungodly mana that is over there," she said. She was right in her assumption that her Mana sense was useless, though not even the concealment magic could keep her from noticing whatever THAT was. She had no idea what it was, or where, or even if the others were near it, but she could definitely feel that mana source pulsing with an almost sinister energy.

But first, she had some historical inaccuracies to correct.


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(All developments confirmed with Perks)

Damion could feel the mana in the nature (speaking figuratively since they were in the middle of a city) around them begin to settle back down as more and more Gateways were closed. When Minori asked about the location of the bomb, Damion could only hazard a guess. "So, I am not one hundred percent sure, and this is mostly just a guess, but based on the blast pattern and the way the Gateways opened, I might think it was inside the building".

As he said that, he spotted them. One of them was easy to spot. Even without mana sense or using an active mana scanning spell, his attunement to nature let him know for a fact that Black Mana User was around. Damion didn't have anything against him personally, and even once tried to get to know him a little better. But Black Mana had a habit of disrupting nature around it, even if it was slight and usually unnoticeable to most. So Damion actually felt physical discomfort to be around him.

And the other one, well she was not exactly the warm fuzzy type. Actually, Damion could sense something was off or maybe missing, because of how nature and its mana tended to act around her, but since it wasn't actual mana sense and he didn't dare use mana and become noticeable that he was actively scanning her, he couldn't figure out even what it might vaguely be. And he did not want to risk incurring their wraith by prying further into either of them.

Those two were Cedric and Selena, respectively.

Damion then heard about the Gateway in the museum, and began heading in that direction since HQ and the area around it seems to be under control. However, as he arrived at the museum, he felt it. Sure, there was the Gateway, its abnormally large signature was noticeable from far away. But that was not what got Damion. Someone was corrupting the very nature itself here, using Black Mana to manipulate it. Anyone else would not have noticed it, because of the Concealment magic, but Damion's nature affinity allowed him to sense the disruptions. And what he sensed....

"Oh shit. The others, they are in danger!" Damion said in shock. He tried to use his own nature magic to force open the vine barrier, but even with his nature affinity, it would barely budge, and when it did, it would start to move back into place. "Shit shit shit shit shit".

What he had sensed in there, the Black Mana. But more importantly, there was something behind the black mana, or maybe within it. Something worse. Or powerful. Or something. But the sheer power of it. If she had that much power, what was the point of all this? If what he sensed was accurate, she had the power to not just face everyone inside, but slaughter them if she caught them offguard. And with her concealment magic, she could do that easily. Not to mention she has the home field advantage. Damion had to warn them. If he didn't, she would kill them for sure.

"Shit, with so many witnesses around, and so many traps, how can I get inside?" Damion asked himself, when he thought of something. Indirect action reaction. Acting upon a force through an indirect mean. Damion did not go after the vine wall, he went after the ground where the roots were. He drained all the nutrients from the ground around the plant, and then from the roots themselves, weakening the plant to the point the vine wall couldn't regenerate or alter itself. With this, he was able to walk inside.

Once he did though, the door sealed itself shut, and energy barriers with a rose pattern constructed themselves to seal the doors off. Clearly a backup, but meant to only let one person through before activating. Another trap. "So, she planned that far ahead" he muttered, with a hint of fear and worry in his voice. He noticed a severed right arm on the floor in front of him, as well as what looked like part of a large footprint made in blood. "I wonder....a T-Rex? No, thats just crazy. Then again, so are inter-dimensional gateways that pour mana into the world. Right, gotta focus though. Gotta save everyone".

As he took another step further, fear took over his body and wanted to make it freeze or run away. The effect this woman had on nature was....disturbing. She was more powerful then him. She was extremely intelligent. And she had planned most if not all of this to happen. Even this Gateway was a trap, a way to lure a bunch of them into her nest. Even now, he could see that if he had taken another step, there were runic symbols on the floor that would have triggered a trap and possibly killed him. Hold on, there have been no reported deaths yet. Someone of this power and this level of intelligence, to go so far as to disguise this Gateway as a part of the pattern of Gateways that opened near HQ. To set all these traps to lure only a few in at a time, to only trigger once they were inside? By all rights, we should be...hold on, the traps were already active before anyone entered. That was what made this not work. Had they activated while rushing through, had WE been rushing through when they activated, we would have been caught off guard and most of us would be dead by now. But someone triggered the traps BEFORE any Gatewatcher entered, which caused us to take more precautions and only send in our elite instead of everyone all at once. Normally, thats what would happen, because of the fact its in a public place and civilians were in danger. But the traps already being active caused us to act differently, to act in a way that doesn't result in a slaughter. But who? Then it hit him. Zane. Which meant the train incident was also done by this person. That terrified him even more, that she could think this far ahead so easily. That she could anticipate their moves and actions so easily.

He made it to the outside of the Egyptian Room, but another barrier kept him from getting close. Whoever was behind this all did NOT want him getting inside just yet, or at least not to warn the others about her. Even if her traps had been foiled, she was still dangerous on her own. Her Mana was concealed extraordinarily well, but the effect it had on nature....was stronger then the effect of the Gateway itself.

Every Gatewatcher in that room was in grave danger.


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Zane blocked a power Black Mana attack using an energy barrier, but even then it still pushed him into one of the display cases, shattering it. He used the Scepter get back up, as another attack was launched right at him. He used the scepter to deflect the attack, and this time it actually worked...a little too well. It actually destroyed one of the vine walls temporarily.

"What is this thing made of?" Zane wondered. He doubted it was normal gold with mana infused into it. It just helped him deflect a powerful mana attack. Of course, when the two sphinxes came to life that were next to him, that complicated things.

"Okay, I guess its time for a fight" Zane shouted, getting all fired up as the other two arrived. Fire erupted in both of his hands. "Okay Ancient Shaman guy, time to get roasted. Fire Nova Barrage!"

He clasped his hands together as he shouted this, causing a large amount of fire to burst out and attack the Shaman. The Shaman tried to put up a barrier, but the fire actually changed direction and moved around the barrier, scoring a direct hit. The Shaman then summoned various chains that shot out of the ground and attacked the three of them, while the Sphinxes went after them as well. That's when Zane noticed the claws.

"Barriers wont do any good, those Sphinxes have dimensional claws! They exist in every phase and dimension, so they can pass right through barriers!"

Suddenly, the three of them's own shadows rose up and tried to restrain them. Zane cursed a little, because shadow magic is best countered by light magic, which wasn't something he had learned much about yet. Still, he had to try something, so he brought forth a large amount of light magic as he could to repel the shadows and keep them all free.

Suddenly, a strange purple substance launched out at them and hit all three of them. Zane barely managed to cast his protection spell, since the energy passed right through his barrier. Suddenly, the Shaman cackled. "So....English is your language huh? I hope you don't mind, but this is my unique trait. My ability to learn all that my enemy knows with a special spell that cannot be blocked".

"Shit. Did he just learn an entire language with a single spell? That's....wait, guys! He knows all of our magic and stratagies then!" Zane realized. "Alright, that's it. Then I will just have to roast you before you can think of ways to beat us using all of my focuses! Avo! Ultimate Nova Fire Burst!"

Purple fire burst through everything, doing no damage to non-living things but harming the sphinxes and it nearly hit the Shaman, except he created a barrier to protect himself. "Nice try. My turn now. Tri-Spell assault! Dimensional Swords! Strength Tap! Water Bubble!" The Dimensional Swords was aimed at Sillo, the Strength Tap at Aldred, and the Water Bubble at Zane. Each spell with the intention of turning their greatest strengths against them. Strength Tap would not only drain one of their strength, but also cause feedback, meaning the stronger someone is, the more damage the spell does. Dimensional Swords would damage anything, no matter what phase or dimension it would be in. And Water bubble was the ultimate trap for Zane. His fire magic would be useless, his lightning would only hurt himself, he couldn't transmute the bubble without killing himself, and most other spells would be pointless. "You came here to learn more about this idea of Ancient Gateways, little Zane? Well, no harm in giving you your answer since you will die. Yes, Gateways used to exist long ago...except I saw that in the future, they would be sealed away. This would result in me losing my immortality and dying, so I sealed myself away with a spell that would preserve me even after Magic was sealed away. These bandages...are just for show. And since I know everything you do, you can't beat me". This Shaman was a dangerous opponent in his own right....but luckily, Zane had something up his sleeve. Something the Shaman had missed....because of Zane's protection spell.

Suddenly, the water imprisoning Zane fell to the floor....except it wasn't water, but wine. At the same time, before the Shaman could realize what had happened, Zane had disappeared from the bubble...and behind the Shaman! "Illusion technique! False target redirect!" "What? BUt you don't know any illusion magic!" "Dragon Fire Burning Fist!"

Zane hit the Shaman from behind with one of his signature moves, Dragon Fire Burning Fist. Zane's unique trait, his clairvoyance, allowed him to know what would happen before it did, when it worked anyways. "I saw the memory tap coming, and partitioned parts of his brain and knowledge to be immune to the attack. Your attack can't be blocked, but it can be limited on what information it gets! Now..." Zane suddenly grabbed the Shaman. "Stun Grasp!"

THe Shaman was thoroughly stunned via energy pulses. But Zane was not done yet. "Hold on, if that was an illusion, why did it turn to wine?" "I had to give you enough of a shock to distract you for half a second, to land a critical blow. That illusion had a transmutation spell lined inside it for when it was released, so the moment it did, you would be shocked and I could land my blow. Now, let me show you my friend".

Zane put the scepter on his back, and put his two fists up next to each other. He then made the action of drawing a sword, and he ended up drawing an actual sword. "Most Gatewatchers are better at long range combat, but I am also special in that I can easily utilize short range combat. That's why I have had the upper hand since I first hit you. Without any barriers or magical defense, a Magician or Wizard is extremely weak usually to a full magical attack. Ever since I landed my first hit, you have been greatly injured. Then, my second attack disrupted your nerves and body, making it difficult for you to muster any energy thanks to the energy pulses. Oh, and finally..." Zane told him, picking him up with one hand. "Boost Magic. Strength! Lets put you back where you belong!"

Zane then threw him back in the Sarcophagus, and re-sealed it. He then looked back towards the Gateway. "Alright! Well now that he is out of the way, we should probably start our real fight against the true enemy....isn't that right?"

Suddenly, rose petals began to swirl around an empty spot behind Sillo and Aldred, and the mysterious woman suddenly appeared when they dispersed. Teleportation magic. She was wearing a jacket covered in rose designs, rose red boots, holding an umbrella with a rose design, and she had at least three or four different rose tattoo's on her body. "Let me guess, your name is Rose?"

She smiled. Any attack made against her would be instantly deflected by rose vines, and she would retaliate by launching poisoned thorns at them infused with enough magic to make them seek out their target no matter where they went. "Aww, you figured out my name. Well done little orphan".

Zane suddenly became very tense when she said that. It was obvious she had hit a nerve or something. "How did you know that?"

"Simple, its the way you act. I don't need magic to read people like that Shaman you see. The way you act indicates you are strong willed, determined, and highly independent. Clearly your parents weren't around, but you don't show signs of abuse or neglect, so they must be dead and you are on your own. Of course, there were plenty of other factors that clued me in. Of course, you also lack the anger or sorrow one would face if they were simply murdered, or commited suicide, so it must be an accident. But alas, your curiosity with Gateways and magic that led you to become so advanced so quickly isn't just a high intelligence alone. Which means, your parents were killed in an accident involving a Gateway. Oh, and I know you use lightning magic too. Your hands have clear signs of old lightning burns, so while you used to hurt yourself learning it, you no longer do. And finally, you are quick thinking, highly intelligent, and impulsive".

She then faced the other two, and began reading them, but Zane was too freaked out to listen to what she said about them. She read him perfectly. Perfectly. Without using magic, this level of ability to read people's actions and thoughts was scary. She could tell what they thought just by looking at them. They were all in grave danger if she decided to try and kill him.

Or, more accurately, when. "Everyone, stay back from her and maximize magical defense! She will slaughter us if we are not careful!"


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Aldred ignored the destroyed barrier, although he took a cursory look past it to see if anybody was there before turning his attention back to Zane and the Egyptian mummy.

"Okay, I guess its time for a fight! Ancient Shaman guy, time to get roasted. Fire Nova Barrage!"

Aldred's eyes narrowed at the Mummy Necromancer that Zane was shooting fireballs at, instantly assessing the threat. His body went from relaxed to tense, ready to move at a moment's notice to either dodge or attack, then his eyes widened slightly as he realised who it was. Oh.

"It's Menes Tutankhamon instead of Shaman guy, Zane." he corrected the boy idly, remembering what the exhibit had said. He'd read about it during one of his trips to the museum last week. Menes Tutankhamon, an Egyptian mage who had been thought to have died on his quest for immortality. Aldred remembered thinking that it would have been better to just stick to being a guard instead. People who looked for immortality always died sooner than those who didn't. If he had wanted to live so much, why look for it at all?

Turned out that Menes's had been one of the lucky few after all. If outliving all his loved ones, being stuck in a coffin alive and immobile and awaking in a completely different time dissimilar to his own time period could be considered lucky anyway.

Before Aldred could help Zane out, though, Menes attacked. Thick chains covered in writhing shadows headed his way, moving like live snakes as they tried to wrap around him from head to toe. More and more of the chains veered away from the others to target Aldred as he sidestepped them in a way that was almost like dancing, weaving his way away from the others with a look of concentration in his eyes as the chains tried to grab him, raising a gauntlet-covered hand to block a slash made by a sphinx. The rest where targetting Zane and Sillo, but Aldred couldn't help them - he needed to deal with this one first.

The sphinx growl turned from menacing to puzzled as it tried to pull back its paw for another strike but failed. Aldred looked up at it from where he had grabbed its paw with one hand and stood still as the sphinx struggled, trying to wretch its paw out of his grip or send Aldred flying.

It shouldn't have bothered. Aldred held it still as if it were a kitten trying to pull its paw away from a human's tight grip instead of an ancient Egyptian cat monster that reached up to his shoulders, a thoughtful look on his face. The look of rage on the sphinx's face was almost hilarious as it tried a different tactic - with a roar that masked the voice of Aldred muttering under his breath, it raised its other paw and slammed it down as if it were trying to squash the blonde human holding onto it into tiny pieces. Aldred's knees buckled from under him as the paw landed down on his outstretched arm with enough force to crack cement - and with a yell, he straightened up backwards into a throw with his grip tight onto the Sphinx's paws. Unable to attack or dodge away, the Sphinx had no choice but to fly backwards with a roar right into the chains that had been slithering towards Aldred's way.

The sphinx's roar abruptly cut off into a whimper of surprise and pain as the chains suddenly wrapped around the monster and pulled tight. Bound from head to toe like a badly wrapped present, the Sphinx toppled to the floor with a loud thud. Aldred was too busy beating his shadow into submission with a light-coated fist too (Zane's light-strobe helped too) see too much of what was going on, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the chains shadows glowing black as the Sphinx struggled desperately to escape its deadly embrace. The more it struggled the faster the shadows writhed as the chains wound around it tighter and tighter, layer upon layer upon layer until the Sphinx was trussed up in a giant metallic cocoon of living shadows, cutting the Sphinx off mid-yelp.

As Aldred gave the final punch, the shadows thicken and grew until all the chains were covered from view before going suddenly still. The shadows darkened into a solid sheen, and the cocoon started to shrink until it disappeared into nothingness.

That would not have been a nice way to go. Pausing for breath, Aldred took a moment to rest and regather his energy. The blonde teen had been moving constantly ever since the Gateways had started to go out of control, and it hadn't helped that he'd been playing a football match before it had begun. Although he had been forced to move for longer periods than this, in more deplorable situations (constantly fighting for his right to food and life every second until he couldn't stay conscious any more instead of Gateways and eldritch abominations on a daily basis, for example) that had been ages ago and made him appreciate the opportunity to regather his strength all the more. It didn't help that the light-magic had taken more mana out of him than he liked for such a small spell, either. He would have to practice it more in the future.

Note to self: practice elemental magic once this is over - what was that?

Something purple flashed his way. Aldred dodged to the side as he waved up a barrier instinctively, left arm thrown up as if he was trying to shield himself from harm, but the purple ooze flew through the barrier as if it weren't there and flashed through him. Aldred flinched as heat flashed through him. It faded in seconds, but the damage was done - Aldred whirled around with a snarl on his face as Zane sent fireballs towards the gloating Egyptian Mage, bringing his fists up and close together in both a guard and an offensive position, body tensed as he waited for anything to happen.

"So....English is your language huh? I hope you don't mind, but this is my unique trait. My ability to learn all that my enemy knows with a special spell that cannot be blocked."

He knows everything I know - That bastard! Aldred raised his hands defensively as purple fire exploded around Menes with intent to harm and finished off the remaining sphinxes, a scowl on his face as he readied himself for an attack, priming a light spell just in case any more shadow magic was used. That means he knows all of our spells and memories!

He's going

Aldred had no time to do more than scowl in anger before Menes casted spells that were designed to incapacitate them their way, a gloating smirk on his lips. As he heard the name of the spell, Aldred's scowl darkened - it seemed as if Menes wasn't lying after all. Strength Tap was designed to take down strong opponents such as giants or trolls by turning it against them. Even after the toll that constant running and fighting took on him, the spell would probably cause all of his bones to break while draining his strength away at the same time. And even if Aldred was good enough that any healing magic he casted would cost less mana than it would to others, it'd still take a lot out of his reserves, waste precious time and mana and would still be excruciatingly painful despite the spell doing its best to deaden the pain.

In short, it was an extremely bad idea for Aldred to get hit by the spell.

There has to be something I can do. A look of concentration flashed across Aldred's eyes as he cycled through his options. Calm. Dodge, block - he knows everything I do, something unexpected then. Or... eyes casting around for inspiration, they fell onto Sillo and widened as an idea crossed Aldred's mind. Or swap.

"Sillos!" Aldred yelled to his friend, voice filled with urgency and adrenaline, thrill at the situation outweighed by the need to deal with the situation at hand. He began to sprint towards Sillo, heart thumping in his ears as the spell began to change direction to follow him, slow but unstopping like a glacier. Menes was nothing if not efficient. Steering a clear path away from Zane and pumping his legs even faster to leave a greater distance between him and Strength Tap, Aldred yelled "SWAP!"

Exchange places to deal with the other's spell before dealing with the mage who had invaded their privacy. The spells had been tailored to make them taste defeat, but what if the spell hit another person? Aldred could deal with Dimensional Swords better than he could something that would turn his strength against him, much like how Sillo could deal with Strength Tap better than homing swords that could cut through any dimension.

"Speed boost."

Strength Tap was left miles behind him as Aldred suddenly speed up like a roadrunner. Legs moving so fast he was almost a blur, Aldred zoomed towards and past Sillo towards the other spell. He skidded to a stop in front of the dimensional swords, the spell targeted at him yards behind him as he summoned swords of his own and thrust them out in front of him, glaring with narrowed eyes at the Dimensional Swords in front of him. The spell took the shape of swords made out of glowing hard light, all of them different types and shapes. As one, the swords edges pointed at him as if they wanted to shish-kabab him and moved, stabbing down towards Aldred to run him through.

Using the shortswords he had summoned, Aldred deflected and dodged them all, moving speedily and gracefully through the swords while his mind worked on how to disable the spell.

Swords made out of hard light. Constantly homing in on me. Won't stop attacking. Aldred did a sideways somersault to dodge a few flying daggers and landed with a crouch, his mind clear and rational despite the precarious situation he was in. The broadsword missed his head by inches as it flew above him before swooping back around in an effort to gut him while he parried a katana. With his free hand, Aldred slammed the other shortsword he was holding onto the broadsword hard enough to make cracks. With a small shudder, the cracks spread through the sword before it shattered in a burst of sparkling light, the gleam fading after a few seconds. At the sight, Aldred's eyes gleamed. Breakable.

Moving systematically, Aldred destroyed the swords left like a well-oiled dismantling machine. There were a few close calls, but Aldred didn't stop slashing and hacking and smashing until all the swords were gone. Pausing and panting for breath, Aldred took the moment to pull himself together, eyes flickering up to Zane destroying Menes. Kid can handle it, he thought somewhat tiredly, hands gripping his knees. He was physically athletic, yes, but being in constant melee combat could take a bit out of a person. He did a good job getting out of the water anyway.

Sure enough, Zane handled it. Aldred tried not to grin at the sight and sound of the Egyptian Mage meeting his demise.

That fact became easier when Rose - who obviously took great fun at making a motif out of her namesake - turned up. Eyes narrowing at her, Aldred straightened up, his face and body posture hiding its tenseness behind serene calm as he took in what she had to say.


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The Egyptian exhibit wasn't the nicest looking of all the exhibits in the museum...especially with a cyclonic Gateway staring Sillo in the face. Not to mention the massive sarcophagus opening up with what he expected weren't puppies and rainbows and most likely death and destruction.

At least he wasn't alone, he caught a glimpse of fiery red and turned to see the familiar face of Zane. As a ten year old boy, he was a Gatewatcher without the title. Sillo had yet to understand why Zane did't join their ranks, but assumed it was for a personal matter and didn't touch the subject. He constantly heard tales about random Gateways appearing and disappearing before any of the Gatewatchers showed up. The cause was this young lad with a spirit as fierce as his hair.

He gave Zane a slight nod of introduction before turning his attention to the other arrival...Aldred. With a cheerful exterior and a deadly interior, Aldred was one of those people who you wanted as a friend and by all means. Luckily, Sillo had somewhat close to that. The two had joined the Gatewatchers at around the same time and seeing that they were close to the same age, they were naturally drawn to each other's presence. Aldred could fool any Gatewatcher of being a Yellow Mana User based on his cheerful demeanor, but Sillo knew that it was purple. Aldred hid a dark past underneath that glowing smile of his and while he didn't want to anger him by bringing it up, Sillo couldn't help but become curious every now and then.

"Sillo!" Aldred waved, "How's life been? What's going on?"

Sillo typically enjoyed his light tone when he talked, but right now...

"Uh, let's talk later," Sillo called back, "Kind of a bad time!"

The sarcophagus opened, revealing the Shaman. Sillo twirled his bow staff around his body, setting himself up for battle while Zane and the Shaman dueled. Chains shot out from underneath his feet and attacked him. Sillo had just enough time to contort his body to avoid them. Leaping away from the chains, Sillo rolled to an upright standing position just in time to see a Sphinx swipe at him. He entered the Ghost reality, but was stunned as the swipe hit him, scratching him across his chest. He cried out, phasing back in and falling to one knee.

"...those Sphinxes have dimensional claws! They exist in every phase and dimension, so they can pass right through barriers!"

"Yeah...thanks!" Sillo replied dryly, annoyed by the inopportune timing. The Sphinx descended on him again. Sillo rolled right, on his feet once more. He ran forward and slid between the Sphinx's feet, dodging a swipe aimed for his head and swinging the staff behind him to sweep the legs. Turning around, he saw the Sphinx recovering quickly and decided that he was done with this fight.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna..." he mumbled as he used telekinesis to lift the Sphinx and launch it headfirst into the Gateway.

"Take that you son of a-OOF!”

Something grabbed him from behind! Ducking and pulling away, he glanced back to see his own shadow twirling a shadow bow staff in front of him. It didn’t have a face, but it could tell by the stance it carried that it meant business.

“Nah man, you’re doin’ it all wrong!” Sillo called back to the Shaman, “He doesn’t have any of my personality!”

Naturally, the Shaman nor the Shadow Sillo responded, but the bow staff did, connecting with his leg and sending Sillos toppling. As he hit the ground, he rolled back landing on his feet and staring at the shadow analytically. He knew he’d need light to hurt it, but he didn’t have any at his disposal. Unfortunately, school didn’t teach him how to cast light spells to cast away shadows, but he did have something that might substitute fairly well…

He concentrated really hard and summoned a giant flashlight. Picking it up, he shone it on the shadow aiming for the chest. The shadow squirmed and wriggled underneath it, but could not escape the beam. Before he knew it, the Shadow Sillo was taken care of no problem. Regular Sillo took the flashlight and shoved it into the Gateway…a fit place for an odd thing.

Without warning, a purple blast of ooze extruded outward in all directions. Sillo hadn’t expected it, catching a quick glimpse before it passed through him with a warm feeling. And then the Shaman spoke:

"So....English is your language huh? I hope you don't mind, but this is my unique trait. My ability to learn all that my enemy knows with a special spell that cannot be blocked."

“Well, that seems a little OP,” Sillos muttered before understanding the full implications of this. The Shaman knew everything about them. All of their spells. All of their battle strategies. All of their strengths.

And all of their weaknesses.

Proving this with a Tri-Spell, Sillo could only watch was the Shaman hurtled Dimensional Swords at him. He’d have to take care of them one way or another…

“Sillo!” the call of Aldred drew his attention as the boy was running towards him, “SWAP!”

Yeah, sure…

Running at full sprint, he propelled himself past Aldred with an air push, spinning the staff in front of him and striking at the Strength Tap with a war cry. The Strength Tap was knocked away from its trajectory and sent spiraling out of control in the room.

Where’s the Staples button when you need it?

“That was easy,” Sillo mumbled before turning back to watch Zane handle the Shaman with a lot of gusto. The Strength Tap followed the Shaman into the Sarcophagus where it presumably quelled him for another thousand years or so. Sillo grinned.

The attention was brought back to the Gateway, which was still throbbing with energy. Sillo turned on the Gateway and began to suck the energy from the portal. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the woman named Rose, who made her “theatrical” entrance. Listening to her pick apart Zane bit by bit was enough to send him chills.

"Everyone, stay back from her and maximize magical defense! She will slaughter us if we are not careful!"

Sillo understood what he was saying and held his bow staff in front of him, poised for whatever she might throw. It was evident she was the one that caused this museum crisis and while he wasn’t sure, he could probably link Rose to the bomb at HQ as well.

“Why are you doing this?” Sillo asked, narrowing his eyes.


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"Shit shit shit!" Damion yelled, unable to get past the mana infused vines. But it did make him wonder why. She had more then enough power to wipe the four of them out. Zane's mana was even in a weird flux, which he figured wouldn't help given their luck, so why did she feel the need to keep him away? He couldn't overpower her control...could it be that it was because of what he did outside? How he found a way to work around the Vinewall? Even if, she should still know she is more then powerful enough to deal with them regardless. The levels of difference they had on the natural mana around them, and counting in the fact the concealment magic probably weakened the effect a little still, was so large it was frightening. So what is her reason? Is she doing this just to toy with us?

"Or has something to do with the artifacts inside? That dark mana being, he is powerful, and yes there is mana inside these artifacts, but why didn't any Gatewatcher find out about ancient mana before? Gateways only started appearing twenty years ago, just like..." Damion started, when it hit him. "...just like the Gatewatchers. The exact same time. How did..."

"You feeling okay, mister?" a young child asked him, having just walked up to him out of nowhere it seemed. She smiled a little, seemingly unaware of what was going on. Seemingly, that is. Damion could feel it, Mana surging from her body. It was acting strangely though. But this was definitely no accidental meaning, and he would bet she knew exactly who he was. Plus, her white hair seemed kinda off.

"Perfectly fine, but I am sure you already knew that. Who are you, anyways?" Damion asked her, his body ready to snap to combat on a moment's notice.

"Not sure, I have a lot of names and its hard to remember them all. But recently, they call me Dreamy. Well, its mainly just my two friends. Their twins you know! One is named Rose, and her brother is Newton. You know, like that famous guy Issac Newton! Anyways, I was just asking, because I wasn't sure what to do yet" Dreamy told him. "But I knew I had to do this".

So she is allied with them? But she is so young...yet also dangerous... "What do you mean, had to do this?"

"For the best possible outcome currently available, Damion Gray must not make it inside the room. That is what was written. Rose must kill Zane in ten minutes or less. Newton must get the box unopposed. Zane must not leave that room. Sillo or Aldred must survive, but the other must die as well. A better outcome had been predicted before, but an unknown element was introduced and disrupted the original plan. Luckily, Rose has a 98.4% chance of adapting a new plan should something disrupt my visions. However, I gave her all my new information, and with the traps set up for the original plan in place, it will work towards the new plan".

So she is an Oracle, but a weird one. However... "You use the word can or must a lot. Your predictions are not set in stone, they only show what would happen if something else does or does not happen, which means Zane and the others can still defy your predictions and survive. Thanks for..." Then it hit Damion. "Wait Damnit, you were telling me all this to keep me pre-occupied! But clearly you don't have the power to kill me, or you would have already. But wait, her power levels...unless, her Mana is....and that means, your keeping me out because for some reason me entering that room changes the outcome!"

Suddenly, Damion felt the Shaman get re-sealed, and soon after the powerful one, Rose, enter the room. He had to get in there quickly. There was one advantage, one card they had that could be used in a second way in this instance. "Since you only see cans, maybes, and possibilities. Which still means you can see the future. But you have one issue. One factor neither you nor Rose realized. Your predictions can be off, because Zane is an Oracle too".

This put shock and fear into her, and all of a sudden, Damion woke up on the floor. "Dream....right, so your names indicate your main type of magic style." Dreamy was still in shock. An Oracle's predictions had quite a few flaws or weaknesses, but two were more prominent then any others. The first was that a second Oracle could throw them into chaos. The second was the possibility of something happening by chance or fate that not even an Oracle's predictions could factor into. With the young mana user pre-occupied, Zane decided on a new tactic. He broke the wall next to the door, and walked in, just catching the end of what Rose was saying to the three of them. After ripping into Zane, she ripped into both Aldred and Sillo next. Clearly, they already knew just how dangerous she was and how out classed all four of them were. On a side note, Dreamy's mana was no longer disrupting the nearby natural mana, so it was safe to say she left...somehow...

He was about to shout something to help snap their heads into the game, but instead someone did something unexpected that cut him off. Zane, who before had been on edge and guarded, and technically still was, starting laughing. This drew Rose's attention off of Damion who she had spotted who knows when, and onto him. "What the hell is he doing? Or is this a spell? No, no I didn't sense anything. Damnit, I think he is about to do something typical of a Red Mana User...either something brave, something smart but stupid, something stupid, or some combination of those three".

Rose glared at him angrily. "What is so funny exactly?"

"You just have no right to talk is all" Zane said as he stopped laughing, but there was still a smile on his face. "At least to me, seeing as how you are an orphan to".

Rose seemed shocked by what Zane said, but not enough to drop her guard. If anyone tried to attack her during that shock, it would have been a mistake. "What the hell..."

"You did all of us, now let me do you. The fact you immediately concluded I was an orphan without considering other possibilities means your an orphan too. You are both highly analytical and highly intelligent, which most likely means you did not trust the other orphans. But you were not completely alone. Your ability to show off, even if your still on guard while doing so, means you have experience, which means you felt safe and comfortable enough to show off as a child. Since you didn't trust the other orphans, it might have been someone who gained your trust, but its much more likely you were protected by a brother. It has to be a brother, since you felt protected which is more of a brother indicator. Plus, if it was a sister, either she would be here helping you, with such a close bond and being the same gender. He also has to be your twin, because including the way you act, and I don't just mean the acting, he is not here to be protective like an older brother would, nor do you seem worried about him or talked about him. As a twin, he would definitely be involved, so he must be elsewhere. And he protected you, so he couldn't be younger. And as a result, the reason you act so mean and evil, is because you feel like you and your brother were against the world, which is why you joined a group that also seemed to be against the world. Well, got any complaints?"

Now Rose had been completely tensed up and went on guard. But why put her on Guard? Why not a sneak attack? What was Zane up to? No matter, it was clear Damion had to warn them. "Guys, we have to run! She is too powerful!"

Suddenly, Rose was in front of Damion, and hit him in the face with one hand, but with enough strength to send him flying into the back wall. Zane immediately went to check if he was okay. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"We have to run! Now!"

"She will kill us one by one if we run before we ever make it out. But don't worry, I have a plan to beat her" Zane said with a smile.

"There is no beating her, idiot!" Damion shouted at him. "There is only hoping we survive long enough to reach help!"

Zane put his hand on Damion's, and suddenly Damion realized what Zane was thinking. "You are fucking insane, I hope you know that".

"I know. But if it works, it will be cool".

Damion cast a single spell to help change the tides. "If it doesn't, we all die".

"Damion Gray must not make it inside". He doesn't know the why either, or else Rose would have done more then hit me... Right now though, while he could, he had to focus on healing himself.


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The mannequins were disappointingly easy to deal with, being made of wood and covered in cloth, and holding metal weapons gave Minori a lot of options to deal with them. The different mannequins even copied the tactics of the historical warriors, the samurai charging her directly with swords raised and the ninja flanking her, striking only when she was otherwise distracted, but one thing the samurai or ninja had to contend with back in the day, was magic.

"Ring of Fire: 5,000 Degrees Celsius"

A ring of white hot flame burst from Minori, shooting off and igniting the ninja and samurai, though the blaze instantly vanished just shy of igniting any of the remaining exhibits or artwork. Their wooden frames and joints almost instantly turned to ash, and though the samurai were the most protected by their armor, the attack slowed them down to the point that Minori was unopposed when she struck at them with her baton. The foes that had not been turned to ash in the intense heat were easily crumpled by the force of her blows, though the intensity of the blaze had taken more out of her than she'd have liked. It wasn't as bad as icing over the room had been, but she was going to try to refrain from using more mana for a minute or two in case the gateway was being guarded by something worth fighting.

With the exhibit cleared of enemies, Minori knelt down and took a moment to both catch her breath and try to figure out where she was going before advancing. Her Mana Sense was useless, it being overpowered by that ungodly mana source and hindered by the concealment spell at the same time, but she had other tricks for tracking things...


Minori cocked her head to the side in a slight confusion, looking to the right at the hallway leading to the Egyptian exhibit. Tricks were nice, but nothing beat just having information given to you.

"A lion? Or perhaps a sphinx, given how lively the museum is today," Minori mused, smiling at her own joke. She stood once again and started to head off towards the source of the noise, unaware of the battle that was going on in the exhibit itself. However, she stopped as she passed by one of the ninja she had roasted, glancing down at the weapon lying indignantly on the floor. It was a Tanto, a Japanese knife used by samurai and ninja alike as it was perfect for stabbing up between the armor plates so many warriors wore.

"It's no t-shirt, but it will do," Minori mused, taking the blade and its sheath and shoving them down her pants at the small of her back, her new weapon fit snugly at her waistline.

The building rumbled gently, urging Minori to hurry towards the sound of the sphinx's cries. She arrived, annoyed at the sight of a rose vine wall blocking the doorway into the exhibit. The source of the mana currently giving her a migraine was just beyond, as were several gatewatchers by the sounds of it, as well as a woman she didn't recognize.

"Concentrated burst: 1,000 degrees Celsius" Minori calmly said, and as soon as the flames connected with the vines they burned to a crisp, allowing Minori to pass through before the vines regrew. She entered the exhibit around the time Damion was smacked across the room, but as much as she was concerned for her comrade, her eyes were locked with the source of the mana that had been burning at the back of her mind since she set foot in the building. She had thought it was the gateway that had opened, and her eyes widened when she saw that it was, in fact, a person.

'So much power... to think one person could contain so much of it and not be ripped asunder...' Minori thought, but she was surprisingly devoid of terror. It felt more like looking face to face with a blackhole, where her death was so certain that she simply accepted it, and was if anything curious as to what a spell with that much power behind it would look like.

"Ah, finally, the last moth drawn to the flame," The woman said, her voice calm but something in her eyes suggested she was close to being unhinged. The others must have riled her up by fighting back, which was a curious notion. Minori knew if she had that kind of power, nothing shy of a supernova would get under her skin.

"So I have," Minori replied, lacking the same flare for the dramatic her new opponent, or ruler if they failed to defeat her, seemed to have.

Rose walked away from where she'd attacked Damion, her stride exuding confidence, and the increased proximity made Minori weak in the knees due to her senses getting overpowered by the mana the woman had.

"Now now, it'll only hurt for a bit. Does it sound odd being on the other side of that phrase?" The woman asked, stopping and taking a single step back, just short of Minori's pain threshold bringing her to her knees from her mana sense nearly short circuiting. It was almost as if she knew to do that.

"Researcher for the infamous Gatewatchers, but what discoveries have your experiments produced? A leading mind in your field, but you know nothing compared to when you started. All you can find is more questions with no answers... and oh, how you've tried to find answers, right?"

Minori's eyes widened as she realized what she was hinting at.

"That's the one thing that sets you apart from them, you know. Those bloody, bloody hands of yours, but you'd sacrifice anything just to know, wouldn't you?" The woman said, a twisted grin on her face as she glanced over at Sillo and Aldred.

"Would their bodies even be cold before you performed the autopsies?"

"SHUT UP!" Minori shrieked, swinging her baton and launching a bolt of lightning at the woman, but she effortlessly dodged. Time manipulation, or was she just that strong?

"Struck a nerve?" The woman asked, suddenly shooting forward, maybe even teleported, but the next thing Minori knew the woman's hand was around her neck, her grip just shy of crushing it. "Don't worry, I'll strike more than just that in due time," the woman cooed, and effortlessly slung Minori towards Aldred and Sillo, Minori skidding to a painful halt at their feet. Minori knew, even as she lay coughing and gasping for breath, that she could have thrown her clear through to the opposite end of the museum if she'd taken a notion. She was enjoying this, and the way she was just stopping shy of killing blows, of Minori's brain frying due to the mana she possessed... she'd even gone so far as to suppress it when she had her by the throat so that Minori would feel it all. Whoever she was, she was a sadist.

Terror crept up Minori's spine. This woman wasn't a black-hole, an all consuming force of destruction... she was a dark god come to smite the lot of them. Even so, Minori stood after her throat opened back up, neck bruised in ugly shades of black and purple in a hand-print across her neck.

"Even gods... are subject... to the laws... of the universe..." Minori said, fighting through the pain of talking, her voice barely audible from how hoarse it was. She could have healed it, but she was saving her energy. Damion and Zane were off on their own, whispering and conspiring... perhaps her defiance could buy them time.

"And you... are no... god... you cunt".


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(So I got really passionate while writing this post and I may have gone a bit overboard, but its still epic so no worries!)

Zane's plan was probably insane. Suicidal even. But, according to Zane's calculations, it had a one hundred percent chance of working. Granted, this woman was so powerful, its possibly she could defy calculations, but Zane had to stay confident. If he lost his confidence, his plan would fail. He couldn't waver. He ran a final self analysis just to be sure.

Physical Body Damage is minimal, but there is some. That chain attack hit me as well and the shadow attack seemed to have left some sort of shadow poison damage. Mana supply is sufficient with the boost that I should capable. I should have enough life energy to make up the difference, even if it is risking my life doing so. Psychological strength... Zane caught himself at a pause on that one. While he might have managed to return a psychological attack back at her, her own attack on Zane took its toll. His hands were shaking in fear still. Guess I have no choice then. I hope I don't break them...

He took out his most precious possession, the one thing he had of his father. His glasses. It was the only thing that survived. When he put them on, Zane his father, even if he knew nothing about him. His last name wasn't even his real last name, it was the one given to him. These glasses were the only connection to his father. Which is probably why there is enough protective magic infused in them that it might have protected them from the destruction caused at HQ.

As he put them on, Rose approached the three other Gatewatchers, and simultaneously charged up a powerful spell in her left hand while commanding her rose vines to attack them, each one stronger then the ones used to make the wall, and filled to the brim with poison. Her concealment magic was still in place, but anyone inside the room could feel a trace of her mana due to the power of the spell. And it gave Zane the chill. It was the exact same feeling that he remembered from the night his parents died. She was there....she was there! Could has to be! She killed them!

Zane's mana strength, power, and overall levels suddenly surged, like a typically red mana user would when they got angry or excited...or both. Zane was angry at rose, and excited at a chance for revenge. Screw safety. I will use them both at the same time...

As Rose turned to face Zane, Zane had already moved behind her, his signature sword Dragonfang in hand, and landed a direct hit on Rose's back. But even despite Zane's surge in power, mana, and passion, Rose's power level was still far superior. What is more is that Zane's face, while displaying rage, still had that hint of fear behind it. But yet his body seemed calm, in focus, and synced. He was also for some reason wearing glasses (he has never told anyone about the glasses), which had a magical strength of their own. While normally Minori might unable to see the differences of color between mana, she might be able to sense it....a secondary mana hidden behind countless concealment spells and Zane's own red mana. Different from Zane's, yet similar.

Rose was caught off guard by the attack and was pushed back a little, disrupting her spell. And when she looked at Zane, she saw something she didn't expect. Something that changed everything. Something that made her tense up. Could it be that this their son? But...they should all be dead! Now I know why Dreamy said he had to die if we were to succeed...he is that person's son.

"Okay, you want to play rough! Lets play rough!" Rose yelled, enraged. It was just a cover though, she couldn't afford to let them realize she didn't just want to kill Zane....she needed to. Still, Minori through her mana levels, Zane through her body language, and Danny through her mana's effect on the natural mana around them would all be capable of telling she was holding back her more powerful spells. She wasn't playing around anymore though, she was out for blood now.

Zane and Rose clashed, Rose, taking out a Rose shaped magical blade to match with Zane's own Dragonfang. However, she was faster then Zane, so Zane utilized his Mana Turbo Skates to get an edge on speed to try and turn things around. However, he could never go on offensive, and had to remain on defensive, consistently having his blade deflected and the tip knocked into the walls or objects behind him because Rose consistently used the block to try and knock the blade out of his hand. Meanwhile, she summoned a giant plant monster to attack the others, and even sent the occasional attack their way so that they wouldn't try anything funny.

Come on! Just a little bit more effort! Zane thought. However, before he could make his move, Rose managed to knock him off his feet by tripping him with a Rose Vine. He fell down to the floor right next to the Gateway, and quickly flipped around so he was on his ass instead of his stomach. "Now you die!"

"Not this time! You are the one who will die this time!" Zane yelled in anger, throwing his sword right at Rose with a magical boost. She easily dodged it though, and it collided with the wall behind her. Now he had no sword, and she was walking right towards him. She was going to stab him through the heart, and end his life.

"Any last words?" she asked with a smile, but didn't even give him a chance by lunging the blade right at him.

However, all of his magical defense blocked it, but only because he focused every ounce of it into that one point to get her stuck, meaning he was defenseless if she attacked him any other way. But Zane didn't plan to give her that chance. "Here it goes! My master plan! 64 Trigram Seal! Archangel of Light, I call upon you and the Celestial Powers of the Heva Plane to weaken her darkness and keep her in place!"

Every point that his sword struck an object or wall suddenly lit up with mana, and formed a perfect spellcircle around her. The shining light didn't damage her, but it was weakening her magic to a degree. That was Phase 1. Now, it was time for Zane to use Phase 2. He stood up, and walked right next to the Gateway. "Now its time for the second part of my plan. I am a little new to these types of spells, but I am a quick learner! Celestial Force, grant me the key!" Something formed in his hands as he extended them upward, and he stuck it right into the Gateway. "Infinity Gate! Open!"

Infinity Gate. Every other Gatewatcher knew that spell, because it was in Gatewatcher history as being one of the few spells they had ever created that could affect Gateways directly. It was also one of the only ten Infinity Spells known in Gatewatcher history. However, Zane never learned Gatewatcher history, so how could he know it? And if people who were not Gatewatcher's knew it, then that would mean....there was an intelligence leak at Gatewatcher HQ, or whoever wrote that made copies Zane somehow got his hands on. Anyways, the Infinity Gate spell used both the Gateway's mana and the Mana users mana to open. It was a spell that was unpredictable, as it would only serve the will of the one who cast it, but in ways the caster could not determine. In this case, it shined a bright light and made a full on direct attack. Rose focused all her mana into barriers, which was an achievement in its own right. Zane got her on the defensive.

More then that, Zane had gotten around to the other side, putting her between himself and the Infinity Gate. "Alright then! The other Infinity Spell I know! Infinity....." he shouted, as a large amount of mana amassed in both his hands, forming into a sphere shape between them. "...Cannon!"

An incredible amount of power....but, Minori would be able to notice Zane ran out of mana while casting the Infinity Gate. He shouldn't even be able to move right now. And Rose knew that as well. Then, she remembered that Zane and Damion had been talking before. "Could it be....a mana link!? But you both use completely different types of magic and have different color manas!"

"That only matters if both of us are casting spells" Zane explained. "A mana link is meant to strengthen two mana users by combining their mana. However, normally two mana users of different color, and especially of different spell type users, would result in their mana clashing and the link hurting them. However, if one of them is not using their mana or spells at all during the fight, then there is no risk at all! And while you hurt Damion's physical body, because you finished him so quickly he still had his mana reserves for me to use!"

Rose wanted to use this opportunity to attack and kill the defenseless Damion, but if she did her defenses would weaken. Zane smiled right at her. I have you in my trap now... "Fire! Go flying right into the Infinity Gate!"

The Infinity Cannon fired, hitting Rose and causing a huge mana explosion. Damion's mana however was completely depleted as well as Zane's. But from all appearances, they did it.

And then, the smoke cleared....and Rose was still standing there. The Gate and Gateway were gone, but she was still there. Even more so, the attack hadn't even caused her to budge one inch. She was standing in the same exact spot! The trigrams were all gone. The gate was gone. Zane and Damion's mana had all been expended....and she only had a few scratches on her. Still, she looked shocked. "A few scratches huh? I am impressed, no one has ever done that much damage to me before...but now, I will kill each and every one of your friends in front of you".

She then moved with unparalleled speed, reaching Minori instantly and unless she had a trick of her own, tossing her right into Sillo and Aldred. She would then launch attacks at them until the point she knocked them to the floor. She was about to go after Damion, when Zane mumbled something. "Sorry, what was that? Were you begging for mercy?"

"No, I was saying you have two choices" Zane managed to say as he struggled to get up. "Stay here and kill us, but spell your own doom, or leave now before the Gatewatchers have you all figured out but letting us live as a result".

"And why the hell should I be worried? I can easily get away before the charge in, and they know nothing about me thanks to..." Rose spoke, but she stopped right in her tracks and fear ran across her face as she realized something.

"Concealment magic will dissipate if one uses too much of their mana at once. My suppressant spells forced you to put more effort into your barriers to make them effective enough. But you see, right before the Infinity Cannon hit you, I dispelled both the Infinity Gate and the Trigram seal. As a result, your mana returned to full effectiveness....which caused you to exert enough mana to dissipate your concealment magic. If you stay here any longer, or use any mana to attack us, the Gatewatcher analysts outside will read your mana like an open book. They will learn all about you, including your weaknesses. They will be more then capable of creating a special spell just to defeat you, and teach it to every Gatewatcher. We might not have won this fight, but you can't kill us or remain here any longer without sealing your own fate".

The whole time...this whole act....he was playing me. "So you..."

"Yeah, I agitated you so that you would stop being so careful about your mana levels, so you would use all the power you could without being detected. By suppressing it, I forced you to use more, but then dispelled it so that all your effort would make your mana levels exceed the limit of concealment magic".

"Fine. You live...this time..." Rose commented, as Rose pedals swirled around her, before dispersing to reveal she had disappeared. However, he was so exaughsted, he hadn't realized. Between hitting Rose with the Infinity Cannon and now, ten minutes had passed by. He had passed out for part of the battle. He looked at the others. "It seems I passed out for a few minutes. How did you do against Rose? You guys are all still alive right? I used up all my mana, so I can't really tell at the moment. I think I did something stupid though and exceeded my limits. Using those two spells together....its too much for me to handle, even with two mana pools to pull from".

Zane was only that strong (and survived) because he had the mana surge from his emotions, Damion's mana pool to pull on, and he had sustained little enough damage during the first fight. And even then, it looked like Minori, Sillo, and Aldred had to hold their own against Rose for a little while after he passed out. He hoped they were all okay. He hoped none of them realized that he nearly killed himself in the process of that attack because he over exerted himself.


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(In which I write a post that's over 3000 words to respond to everything, gain permission from Perks to use Rose, the NPC bad guy and also make some assumptions about Sillo's character. Sorry. If anything needs to be edited just, er, pm me or something I guess. And we should honestly discuss plot on the OC.)

Zane was an orphan. Ok. Aldred dismissed the rest of it from his mind to examine later in favour of raising his swords and prepping his magical defences. Zane was a weird kid, but Aldred knew from experience that he tend to be right when it came to magic.

Refreshed from his brief stop, Aldred eyes flickered to Rose (he resisted the urge to add 'pretty obvious, don't you think?' to Zane's sentence) as the woman finished her monologue at Zane and turned to answer them, examining her automatically for any weaknesses.

"Now, now," Rose turned her eyes to Sillo, although Aldred was sure that she'd notice if he so much as twitched a muscle. Her eyebrow arced just enough to indicate contempt, as if Sillo had disappointed her by asking what seemed to her a stupid question. "Isn't it obvious? Anarchy, revenge, taking over the world, maybe even boredom." she listed multiple reasons almost boredly, giving a small absent wave of her hand as if she was brushing the question away. "Does it really matter? I could give my reasons, like one of those villains of those beloved comic books of yours, but let's be honest, boy." A swirl of rose petals was all the warning she gave before she appeared in front of Sillo, a smug smirk on her face as she reached a hand out towards his face. "What kind of villain would I be if I mono-"

Her hand flickered back just seconds before a gleaming silver blur shot through the empty space where her hand had been, inches from Sillo's face. The blur abruptly firmed into the shortsword that Aldred had been holding before crumbling into pieces almost instantly, causing her to lose both her grip on the hilt of the sword and a potential weapon. As the weapon faded away, she took a step back and waved her hand lazily in the air, causing a wall of thorny vines to pop up at her side.

Aldred sliced through her vines with one slice of his blade. Finishing his whirl to face forwards Aldred was just in time to slice rose petals in half as she teleported to a few yards away, the smile on her face entertained and almost amused as if she were dealing with a fumbling child. Skidding to a stop with a small frown on his face, Aldred paused for just a moment to recalibrate himself before he took off again, going from a crouch to a leap towards her face within seconds. Rose took another step back and waved her hand up again, giving a small wiggle with her fingers. Vindictive pleasure could be seen in the deep curl of her red lips as Aldred sliced her recently summoned wall of vines into pieces only to be forced to contort his body mid-air to avoid the thorns flying for his face. The rose thorns flew a little ways away before swooping back around 180 degrees towards Aldred's back, but inches before they pierced through his back the air rippled as the thorns were deflected like balls bouncing off a wall, the barrier rippling once before popping like a bubble.

Turned out that heeding Zane's advice was a good thing after all.

When the thorns came flying back for another round, Aldred sliced them into pieces. They fell to the ground, unmoving. Projectiles dealt with, Aldred muttered under his breath and zoomed towards her with a yell, the normally cheery expression on his face replaced with a ferocious snarl.

Fuck the fact that Zane said they were going get slaughtered if they faced Rose. The exits were down and teleportation was gone (although the ban on teleporting had to have risen, since she'd managed to teleport herself inside), and she'd been the one who'd set the bomb and traps that attracted them to the museum - she said so herself. She was probably aiming to kill them all anyway, even if they didn't attack her first.

But more importantly than that, she could read them like an open book. She'd known more about Zane in one glance than Aldred had ever bothered to find out - and it seemed that she was planning to do the same to the rest of them.

Screw that noise. There was a reason the word privacy existed.

"Aldred, boy, you should really give up." Rose laughed tauntingly. As they fought, it was increasingly clear that the woman was just playing with Aldred. While the blonde teen moved fluid and fast like a martial artistl; unstopping in its assault and yet not wasting any movements, her movements were languid, almost playful as she moved and teleported forever a few steps out of Aldred's reach with an amused smirk on her face and a smug look in her eyes. To those who were watching, it was almost as if she were baiting him while she talked. "I’ll be sharing your secrets whether you like it or not. You're used to fighting, as seen by your movements, but that's nothing compared to me."

"Someone must have taught you how to fight. To kill humans, as your movements are more towards causing fatalities than injuries and I see no hesitation in you, whereas that boy," she glanced at Sillo with something like contempt in her eyes, "Would hesitate at killing me, another human. A mentor, perhaps? Although," She continued thoughtfully, seeing something dark flicker through Aldred's eyes at the mention of the word 'mentor', "He died. A few years ago, if I guess right - ah, but I always do. And it was your fault, or you wouldn't be feeling guilt, would you? Guilt and grief, but also," a smirk crossed her face as Aldred whirled and diced thorns into pieces, coy and knowing and utterly smug. "Anger. You hated him for dying, didn't you?"

No answer, although whether it was because Aldred was too busy battling her plant wards or because he refused to say anything was unclear. But despite his face remaining alarmingly neutral, the aura around Aldred started to darken. Danger and rage began leaking out of the normally harmless-looking boy like smog at her words, the now unsuppressed deadliness shocking anyone who had never seen him battle. It was a bit like suddenly realizing that a teddy bear was still a bear, with sharp claws and teeth and a hunger for meat.

The woman only laughed, loud and ringing and filled with vindictment and satisfaction as if the killing intent he was directing at her was the reaction she was looking for.

Undaunted, the woman continued bringing a hand up to caress her chin in a pose of thoughtfulness. "You hated him for dying, and yet you mourned his death. Contradictory, but that's what you are, aren't you? Always contradictory. You look harmless, but you’ve killed innocent people in cold blood - did you even feel any remorse for doing so? You’re cheerful and happy on the outside, but underneath that you're just a well hidden ball of anger and hatred, aren't you?" She laughed as if she found the whole thing amusing. "Anger and hatred and sadness and guilt all in one huge bundle, but you pretend you don't care. You think that if you act cheerful and friendly enough that it'll go away like water under the bridge, that it'll make up for what you've done. You're doing it right now, in fact - you’re trying to distract me from that other boy like the good friend you're trying to be, aren't you? But it won't. Even after all those years, after your par-”

“And you?”

“Excuse me?” Rose blinked, momentarily confused. For a moment, her eyes flickered to Sillo, but it wasn’t him who spoke - it was Aldred, destroying the last of her thorns with a flash of superheated metal as she laid eyes on him.

The speech she had been giving while they were fighting had been designed to break him and make him angry and continue to attack her, which she would have continued to use to prove just how utterly weak he was before killing him. Aldred was still emitting enough rage and killing intent to stop a lesser man in his tracks, and it was evident from the teen's aura and body posture that he wanted nothing more than to yell at her to shut up, shut up and diediedie, but the blonde boy was doing nothing but standing there, breathing hard from exertion.

This had not gone according to her calculations. Why had he stopped?!

“And you?” Aldred repeated himself tonelessly. His voice was carefully restrained and clear like a carefully banked bonfire, body still tense and angry but relaxed just enough to be on his toes. Pausing in his tracks, Aldred straightened up and pointed his sword at her in a movement that was more like a stab, eyes glaring directly into hers like burning coals.

Aldred really, really wanted to punch her in the face. But even though he had been holding himself back, she had been too, and he had a feeling that if they really went at it she would beat him. Also, it was what she wanted. Rose wanted him to fight at his best and then overpower him after she had broke his spirit and gloated over the pieces, and that. That was something Aldred would never allow.

She wanted him too angry to think, broken by her words. Fuck that. Two could play at that game!

“I could say the same about you. You like to act innocent even when you're strangling people in vines. You're behind the bombs and turned this place into a slaughterhouse for the people inside, but you’re obviously not regretting it.” Aldred grinned fiercely at her, baring his teeth as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance at his assertions. “And even though you act cool you actually aren’t - you lose your temper when something unexpected pops up. You don’t mind dealing with people with you’re own hands if you think it would cause damage, but you prefer using plants and spells instead so that you won’t get you’re own two hands dirty.” Aldred’s eyes sharpened, the purple-green irises hard and unyielding. “You’re not the only one who’s been observing people, you know.”

“Tch.” Rose clicked her tongue testily, making no confirmations or objections at his remarks. ”Making your own assumptions? Interesting. They could be wrong, you know.” Another row of thorns flew at Aldred as she spoke, almost as if she were irritated about what he was doing.

Aldred cleaved through the thorns with the sword he had been using in one slash. The sword gleamed red-hot as it moved swiftly through the air, and as the thorns split into two, they burst into flames just like every other shrubbery that had been in his way. They burnt into ash as Aldred stayed where he was, eyes locked in a gaze with Rose.

Screw you and you're words. You want to break me?! Never.

“Same for you.” He said, certainty in his tone. “You could be wrong about what you said about me too.” Although she had been on the dot for most of it. But Aldred had no desire to just admit it straight out. If she could make assumptions on him, he could make assumptions on her too, even if they were more than likely to be wrong. “You like to analyse people so that you can break them out of some twisted pleasure before killing them - you could've killed me easily but you didn’t. You wanted to break me first, like a bully who wants to see his victims cry. That’s what you are.” He glared triumphantly at her, grinning fiercely as he jabbed his sword in her direction. “You’re just a cowardly sadist who has to break people by talking because you're too weak to kill them otherwise and nothing more, bitch.”

You-!” For the first time since she’d appeared her face broke out into a scowl, her eyes widening in what looked like anger. Aldred’s body tensed, fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword, but then the barrier at the side crumbled to reveal Damien, and Rose scowled and muttered something unprintable under her breath before schooling her features. "I would love to talk more, but something important has come up. Playtime," Rose snapped her fingers, "is over."

Aldred barely had time to dodge as a wall of thorns erupted up from around him. He leaped high in the air as the walls enclosed themselves into a dome inches away from his foot. Landing on the ground on his hand, Aldred quickly did a backflip to avoid the rosebush dome that erupted where his hand had been milliseconds ago, quickly wrenching his hand back to his front to avoid the rapidly growing vines, his eyes sharpening as he quickly took in the situation. He landed lightly on his feet, but the second the tip of his foot made contact with the ground rose vines erupted out of the earth with frightening speed. He jumped away again, but his foot had barely left an inch off the ground before the vines shot up and wrapped themselves around his ankle, trapping his feet before he could get away again.

Aldred’s eyes widened as he looked down to see the roses enveloping its way up his body, the thorns tearing through his clothes as they tightened their grip onto him. They weren’t strong enough to penetrate through the skin thanks to the defenses he had set up, but that was small comfort when he was unable to move.

Shit. Uh -

He had just enough time to mutter a spell under his breath before the roses enveloped the teen’s body and obscured it from view. The vines tightened before expanding into a large dome. Red roses bloomed up frantically across the borders as if it were a rosebush trying to win first place in the flower equivalent of a beauty contest, large and blood-red and beautiful to behold, almost overshadowing its sharp thorns and the person it had swallowed.

Anyone looking would have only seconds to admire the crimson roses before noticing that smoke was coming out of the gaps between the vines. Anyone who noticed the smoke would only a few seconds more to run out of the blast radius before the whole rosebush went up in flames like a firebomb exploding and sending burning roses and twigs flying everywhere.

The fire blazed for only a few minutes, but it burned hard and fast like a flashbang. The vines angrily tried to grow back, but it was a losing battle. The flames burned fiercely as it pushed the vines back and down to its roots, leaving not even ash behind in its conquest to burn down flora until only candle-like twigs were left, stuck in the ground like burning incense. The smell of smoke joined and mingled with the smell of burnt roses in the air, billowing out from the center with a whoosh before settling around it, slowly fading away as the burning foliage lessened. The fog-like smoke faded into a whitish haze before dwindling away completely, leaving behind only white wisps to deal with.

In the middle of the smoke and at center of where the rose bush had been - as evidence by the charred black marks on the floor - someone abruptly sat up and coughed multiple times, waving his hand in front of his face to clear away the wisps. The smoke cleared away to reveal a blonde teen who was singed and covered with first degree burns everywhere his skin was exposed. Aldred's clothes were charred and torn, but his defenses had countered most of the damage from the sword he had superheated to explode into blazing shrapnel.

He was alive. Ha. Not dead yet - aaaagh it hurts to move...

With a groan, Aldred forced himself to stand up and move out of the circle of burning rose twigs. Walking sluggishly towards a pillar a few yards away, Aldred slumped tiredly against it and gasped for breath as he canceled the spell. The flames glowed purple before fading into nothingness like a fire without oxygen. Aldred closed his eyes as the rosebush began to grow back unnaturally fast now that nothing was holding it back, relishing the feeling of cold stone against his back.

After that experience, anything even remotely cold was good.

“Never doing that again,” he wheezed tiredly once he got his breath back. That spell took way too much mana and I still nearly got burned to a crisp, Aldred thought exhaustedly, opening his eyes to see Zane and Rose talking (ha). The burns on his body tingled as his already large healing factor got boosted even more via mana, causing new, unblemished pink skin to form underneath the soot covering his body - it wasn’t a matter of whether he could afford the mana (he could, although at the rate he was going he’d have to be careful not to run on empty), Aldred didn’t want the burns to be infected. He could deal better with no mana than infected wounds. “Never, ever again - owww…”


Aldred watched the proceedings as Damion and Minori appeared, quietly gathering his strength as he stored what he’d heard at the back of his mind for later. He forced himself to his feet as Minori got thrown towards them, giving her a faint smile and pushing the tiredness away from his mind. Now wasn’t the time to be tired - he could rest for real once it was all over.

Zane and Damion were planning something. For now, they had to distract the enemy from the two kids the best they could.

He grinned as Minori called Rose a cunt, a brief baring of teeth as his eyes sharpened with vindictiment. “Yup,” he agreed hoarsely, forcing himself to stand steady instead of sway from side to side. Now that she wasn’t holding back, Aldred could vaguely feel Rose’s mana buzzing around his mind and weighing him down, as if he were covered in heavy cloth. He’d been right - they had been messing with each other, but she had more mana than he ever did. Doing his best to ignore it, the battered blonde raised his fists forward in front of him like a boxer, lowering his center of gravity in a low stance.

A distraction, and she angered easily, as seen by his insulting her and Zane's deductions. And Minori had given him an idea, haha. This should work. Probably.

“She’s a bitch with a cunt as large as her ego. Must’ve been because she was whoring herself out,” He taunted, shooting a jeering grin Rose’s way. Discreetly, he took a few steps away from the others and forward, moving himself to the front of the loosely formed trio. Rose’s eyes flashed as her mouth dropped at the insult, and Aldred continued to inch his way away from them as he carried on in his mocking. “Then again, she’s probably the one who has to pay for their services, seeing as she looks like an old ha-”


Aldred dodged out of the way as a rose vine as thick as his waist slammed into the ground with enough force to crack cement. He dashed towards her and threw a few summoned knives her way with a snarl on his face that rivaled the look of hatred on hers, but after a few minutes of furious battle she had him by the leg and tossed him against the wall closest to Damien and Zane with a thundering crack.

Even with his reinforced body, having an angry woman out for vengeance deliberately breaking the bones in your body before using it to destroy a few pillars at high speed and then slamming into the wall with enough force to leave a cracked indentation would have been enough to take anybody down. Maybe mocking Rose hadn't been such a good idea, but it was the only sure way he could think of to goad her away from the others.

Aldred had just enough time to think, hazily, At least I didn't let her gain satisfaction by hearing me scream. before the pain hit him.

White sparks crossing his vision and in too much hurt to even scream, Aldred silently slid down off the wall and landed onto the ground with a thud face first, having just enough sense to turn his face to the side to avoid a broken nose. Another wave of pain rolled down his body at the landing, and the teen gritted his teeth to hold back whimpers. The last thing he wanted to do was give her what she wanted - his verbalization of his pain.

Broken back, broken leg, cracked ribs and clavicle… Detachedly, Aldred hoped like hell that the others had a plan to stall her because after he used his remaining magic - carefully kept unused from the fight with Rose for after his defeat - to heal himself, he’d be running on empty. Although he could fight just fine without magic thanks to his Unique Trait, he would be at a great disadvantage against the other magic users.

His part in the distraction plan was over. The rest was up to them.

For now, though, he just closed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth through the pain of his broken bones reknitting themselves together.


By the time he was finished, the battle was already over. Rose had banished, Zane had saved the day, all that jazz. Propping himself up and ignoring the cracked indentation he had made in the wall, Aldred walked over to Zane, who had just woken up after passing out.

Despite determination helping to magnify his healing spell, he hadn’t had enough mana left to heal a broken wrist, although the rest of him were as good as new saved for being covered in soot, shredded clothes and the deep well of ache and tiredness inside him that tried to pull him to sleep whenever he stopped moving. No time for that, though, he had to see it through to the end.

"It seems I passed out for a few minutes. How did you do against Rose? You guys are all still alive right? I used up all my mana, so I can't really tell at the moment. I think I did something stupid though and exceeded my limits. Using those two spells’s too much for me to handle, even with two mana pools to pull from".

‘We’re alive,” Aldred confirmed dryly, not quite able to keep the weariness, ache and relief out of his voice. Then he corrected himself. “Well, I’m alive, haven't checked on the others yet. And don't worry. You saved the day, congratulations.” He reached out to ruffle Zane lightly on the head with his good hand before the kid passed out again, quietly assessing his condition.

A slight frown crossed his face as he realized just how badly off Zane was. "You should be more careful next time, though," Aldred muttered to him (useless words, as the kid was unconscious), before turning to check on the others. “Thanks for the save, Damion. Let’s get out of here before anything else happens. Uh... “ he blinked and looked around, unsure. “Which exit should we take? Everyone ok?”

As he spoke, Aldred crouched down gingerly, ignoring the creaking pain coursing through his bones from the movement before deepening back into the continuous ache from all his recently recovered wounds. Carefully, he pulled Zane’s arms over his shoulders and stood up again, wincing from the expected pain. Just because he was healed didn’t mean that the aches and pain wouldn’t remain, after all. Using his good hand to act as a seat to hold the unconscious boy steady against his back, he took a careful step towards the others, keeping the bone-deep aches he was feeling off his face in favor of a faint, neutral smile.

There were still many questions left unanswered, yes, but they weren’t important right now. What was important was getting to rest and recovery. Then they could regroup and try to figure out what the hell was going on.


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Character Portrait: Sillo Deskern Character Portrait: Damion Gray Character Portrait: Zane Bell Character Portrait: Aldred Kynn Character Portrait: Minori Fukutawa
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"What kind of villain would I be if I mono-"

The kind you're being right now.

Sillo didn't need to verbalize that thought as Aldred stepped forward, breaking the tension between him and Rose with his own sword. Before he knew it, the fight was on between the enhanced Purple Mana User and the threat to their lives. Sillo watched as the thorns, physical and psychological, flew in all kinds of directions excepts the ones Rose meant for them to travel: into Aldred's skin. He was impressed by Aldred's resolve to hold back his rage against the woman. However, he'd give him the credit that the blondie had more than enough practice holding back his true self.

Still, Sillo couldn't help but figure this would cut his friend....deeply.

When the fire diminished, Aldred remained among the ashes, alive but in a lot of pain. It was clear his battle was finished. Sillo watched with calculative eyes as his friend slumped against a pillar, catching more than his breath. The focus point of battle had moved to Rose and Zane while Damion and Minori stumbled onto the scene. Sillo went over and sat next to Aldred, not necessarily being able to help him with healing as he didn't possess those abilities, but giving him his company was a close second. Meanwhile, he gathered his own strength for the upcoming battle he would inevitably have against the Wicked Bitch of the West.

Gah, it's almost like a Rite of Passage at this point.

Minori called Rose a cunt and even Sillo had to widen his eyes at the word. He knew Minori's analytical side could make her a bit harsh, but he'd never seen her pushed to this level of anger to which she used such vulgar language before. And then he heard the voice of Aldred next to him, egging Rose on.

Dude, don't...

He knew what Aldred was doing and understood that it was a decent distraction. It didn't make him cringe any less when she practically body slammed Aldred into a wall, leaving him broken and battered. Breathing a bit heavier out of hatred for her, he didn't act out upon the sudden urge to bitch slap the woman in her pretty perfect face. Instead, he patiently sat to the side and waited his turn, letting this internal emotion build up and fueling him into the future battle.

Zane took control of the a major way. If Sillo had been impressed by the was Aldred fought Rose, it was dwarfed by Zane's use of his abilities. He realized that he'd pooled his mana with Damion's in the most creative of ways as he prepared two spells he was sure only other Gatewatchers knew about...until now, that is. The Infinity Spells weren't to be trifled with...they did some serious collateral to the caster if they weren't careful. The result of that showed when Zane collapsed to the floor immediately after firing the Infinity Cannon. Sillo's concern for the redhead turned immediately to disbelief when the smoke cleared, showing Rose's body slightly disheveled and scratched, but mostly unharmed by two of the strongest spells the Gatewatchers knew. It was almost disheartening...almost.

A slow clap broke the silence. Rose turned after her attack on Minori to see Sillo standing in the open, an unmistakable grin on his face. He stopped clapping when he had her attention, holding his hands out and shrugging with apparent disinterest. Rose, despite everything, kept her guard up. Now what was this one up to?

"Good job with that Infinity Cannon, by the way," Sillo's eyes gleamed as he continued, "Very few have been able to even cast the spell as far as I've gathered. Supposedly one of the most powerful. And you came out of it with nothing but a few scratches. That alone deserves our respect towards your marvelous power." He knew he was stroking her ego, which would confuse her even further than she was already.

He shut one eye and concentrated on conjuring...a boom box. More curious glances would be shot his way as Sillo picked it up and set it on one of the pedestals, brushing off an urn and letting it smash on the floor. "Hold on...just prepping some fight music," he held out a finger as a gesture of patience before hitting the "Play" button.

TheFatRat - Do Be Do Be Do

The music started filling the air as Sillo stepped forward, holding the bow staff with his life and preparing for the ass whoopin' to come. He knew he probably wouldn't fare much better than Aldred, Minori, or Zane had. But it was worth a shot, right?

Man or mouse, Sillo?


"Cute," Rose rolled her eyes at the boy's addition of music to the fight, "But it doesn't matter. I'll dance to whatever tune you wish. It won't make watching the life leave your eyes any less satisfying." She brought her curved blade up in front of her face, smirking with cruel satisfaction. "Now, let's dance."

She twitched her empty hand, a vine laced with poisoned thorns ripping out of the ground and shooting towards Sillo. He brought the bow staff up, catching the vine before it got any closer and slammed it into the ground, halting it's momentum. Sillo had just enough time to look up to see another vine coming towards him. He balanced the staff on one end and lifted himself in a one-handed hand stand on top of the other end. The vine whipped below him in the space he'd previously occupied...then looped around. Sillo jumped off the staff as the vine caught it in the middle, pulling it to Rose. Sillo landed on his feet as Rose laughed, catching Sillo's preferred weapon.

"See? Only two meager vines and I've left you defenseless," she tossed the bow staff aside like it was a stick. Sillo watched his weapon clatter on the ground, then suddenly get enveloped by vines and pulled into the ground. He wouldn't be getting that one back. Rose lifted one hand, letting a tangle of vines erupt from the floor behind her. She still held that smirk.

"You're going to need something a bit more useful than a stick to deal with me," she shot her hand forward, the vines launching at Sillo like a pet under Rose's command. The vines swirled around each other like a wave as they approached rapidly. Sillo quickly phased out to his spectator dimension, letting the vines cascade downward on the space he currently occupied and at the same time didn't. He may as well no longer be there.

This time, however, Sillo didn't have time to catch a quick breath before phasing back in. The next thing he knew, he was being lifted by his shirt. Rose was standing in front of him, clearly in the same dimension as he was. She could get here too?

Ah, now that was plain rude.

"Hiding again, are we?" she tsked at him before literally throwing him out of the spectator dimension and back into reality. Sillo hit the ground hard which, coupled with his previous injuries, didn't feel great. He shot up like a rocket and turned around to see Rose standing there, still holding that blade. She hadn't even used it yet.

"I'm not surprised," Rose went on, "Hiding is your specialty, isn't it? When the going get's tough, you just pack it up and run, don't you?" Sillo held up a finger to interject, but Rose stopped him, "And don't say you're just dodging. Dodging and running are the same thing. You don't stop the attack. You just avoid it. Like you avoid all your problems." she brought her hand she held behind her forward in a circle. Vine walls shot up around Sillo, making escape by normal means impossible.

"You don't even know what's going on around you, do you?" he could still hear her voice loud and clear as it rang from behind the walls. "You shield yourself from your problems and act like they don't exist. Well, they do. They're right in front of you!" Suddenly, the walls started to close in on Sillo. "Your problems are always there, staring you right in the face. And they'll squeeze the life out of people like you. You can't dodge them. And like such, I'll let these walls take care of you."

Sillo tried to teleport once more, but no such luck. He tried phasing back into the spectator dimension with no avail. The walls got closer still. He couldn't dodge these vines. His breath picked up. Sillo found himself looking in all directions, looking for a way out. There wasn't one. The walls continued to make his cramped space even smaller with no mercy. In a few seconds, he'd become nothing more than a thorn filled cube.

He couldn't dodge this one. He'd have to face it head on.

So Sillo closed his eyes, exhaled, and thought of the only thing he could think of at the current moment in time: ninjas.

Well, not just a random ninja. More specifically, the ninja exhibit in the museum, one of his favorite places in the building. The part of the exhibit he liked to look at the most, despite the epic history and the cool apparel, were the weapons. He enjoyed the design of the shurikens, the functionality of the ninja-to sword, the adaptability of the nunchakus, and the cleverness of the black egg. However, one weapon stood out to him in particular...the one that would get him out of this situation.

He imagined a weapon similar to that of a bow staff with a single exception...the five inch blade attached to one end. Feeling the weight of the weapon in his hand and getting used to the distribution of said weight in his head, he inhaled sharply and spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, letting the blade at the end of the weapon do the work as it sliced through the vines. They fell around him, halting their progression a few inches from Sillo's current position.

Sillo stood in front of Rose with a Naginata, a look of pure resentment in his eye. Rose's own eyes lit up as she saw she'd hit a nerve with the boy.

"Oooooo, I'm impressed," Rose said sardonically, "You can make something other than a stick. Well, granted that's still somewhat of a stick. But it's an improvement." She twirled her own blade, holding it a foot in front of her, wagging it back and forth as if baiting him. "Now, do you want me to play fetch, or can you actually not lose your grip on this one?"

Sillo narrowed his eyes and launched himself forward with air propulsion. He held the bladed end of the Naginata behind him and swung forward, using his own momentum as well as a little help from air magic put a lot of force and power behind the blade as it was brought forward. Rose brought her blade up to meet it, the clash resonating through the room. She didn't budge an inch. In fact, she didn't change her look, that same gleam of contempt still left in her eye as she blocked the blow with ease. Sillo flipped over her, his momentum carrying him over her as he landed on the other side, whipping the blade of the Naginata around and aiming for her hip. She didn't even turn to face him, reaching around with her blade to meet his once more and shove it aside before circling her blade around and thrusting it behind her in one fluid motion. Sillo caught it with the other end of the Naginata, shoving her blade aside, but taking more noticeable effort to do so.

And suddenly Sillo teleported. Rose had lifted the Anti-Teleportation barrier. Sillo was too pumped with rage and adrenaline to care as to why this was. If he had taken a moment to think it through, he would have realized it was Rose allowing Sillo to perform at his best so he could break his spirit. But Sillo was in a state of mind he'd never been before...a state of mind Rose brought him into. Thus, he wasn't thinking the way he usually did. But this was a disadvantage for Rose as well. It meant she could no longer predict what Sillo would be doing as he was no longer himself. But this was minor to her.

Sillo's teleportation left him at Rose's five o' clock, jabbing the blade towards her midsection. Her sword's arc was brought to meet the blade, easily casting it aside. Sillo teleported to her eight o' clock, whipping his own blade once more to strike at her. And again, she blocked. Over and over, Sillo teleported to a new position to strike. Over and over, her defense met his offensive strikes like an NBA star blocking a four foot middle school kid's shots. It was apparent that this wasn't working, but Sillo was persistent.

Then, as Sillo swung at her again, she teleported away, letting his own momentum carry him through the swing and causing him to stumble forward and fall. He rolled forward and sprang upright. Rose was laughing, leaning against the hilt of her blade at the corner of the room. She wasn't winded...she hadn't even broken a sweat throughout Sillo's onslaught.

"I give you full reign over your powers and you still can't do anything!" she taunted as Sillo charged at her, swinging his blade in a desire to demolish her. She teleported again, this time behind Sillo, who was panting hard. "Even Aldred gave me something worth fighting against. You are nothing." The word cut through him like a knife, halting his motion forward to strike at her once more. Something snapped in his brain...something that ended his aggressive state of mind. He was back to his former self. He wiped his sweaty forehead with his shirt and replaced his furrowed brow of concentration with that familiar grin of his.

Nearly let myself slip there...

"Whatever," he shrugged as he leaned against his own weapon, more out of exhaustion than out of actual contempt, "You can think that all you want. I matter to people. You can't take that away from me."

Rose's expression turned to one of amusement as her brow shot up, "Really? Is that why your parents are never around? Why you practically had to raise yourself growing up. You may have lived a somewhat normal life compared to your friends, but you might as well be an orphan like your little redheaded friend over there." she motioned towards the passed out form on the ground. This made Sillo laugh back at her.

"You think that's how you hit my buttons? Talk about my parents?" Sillo was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach, "Bitch, don't even start. My parents save lives every day. And they don't even need the fancy powers to do that like I do. I'm proud of them and I know they're proud of me, even when they can't show it. Meanwhile, I haven't even heard of your family. I bet you were such a disappointment to, kicked out of the family tree kind of disappointment. I come from the Deskern family. You don't even have a last name, you worthless cunt." he spat the last word out at her like a jab to her gut. It may as well have bled like an ordinary wound.

And just like that, her relaxed nature turned into a raging inferno. Sillo could even see the flames in her eyes as she roared, "DIE!" She launched forward, blade first, aiming for Sillo's neck. It was clear she wanted to see the room painted with his blood at the moment.

But Sillo wasn't having that. He teleported out of the way before the knife entered his vicinity. He had just enough time to bring the bladed end of the Naginata in front of him before Rose teleported in front of him, the same fluid motion driving her stab forward. He met the blade barely and teleported once more. To a spectator, the next few seconds would look like a fight was taking place across the room, the two combatants appearing and disappearing in front of each other, blades typically clashing at any glimpse they could get of the two. Blade met blade, parries and counters galore. The air might as well have been laced with sharp knives as the glint of silver steel practically made the makeshift arena sparkle.

And then it got complicated. Not to mention the free reign of teleportation Sillo was taking advantage of, he noticed at this rate that Rose was eventually going to land a hit if he kept with this strategy. So, as Rose teleported where Sillo planned to teleport, sword at the ready, he was prepared. When he teleported right into her ambush, he phased into the Spectator Dimension, the flurry of knives striking nothing but air. Growling in frustration, Rose entered the Spectator Dimension ready to slice up some Sillo Sushi. But the slippery fish was already back into reality, teleporting away from the spot he currently was in. The fight continued in such fashion, the multiplicative teleportation between Sillo and Rose as they sword battled now coupled with the Dimensional phasing left a confusingly awesome sight for spectators to behold.

And then the fighting slowed down. Sillo had quite a mana stamina that practically trumped the other Gatewatchers, but he couldn't go on forever. He appeared in the middle of the room, Naginata poised in front of him. Rose smiled wickedly as he appeared in front of him, knocking the Naginata to the side of his body and holding her own curved blade at his throat.

"I'm going to enjoy this," she snarled through clenched teeth, yet the grin remained plastered n Sillo's face.

"Y'know there are two sides to every coin?" Sillo stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he brough the blunt end of the Naginata in front of the curved blade, stopping the forward momentum that would've buried the sharp end into his larynx and ended his life. Grunting with all the effort he had left, he shoved Rose backwards, causing her to stumble and fall onto her feet, while he rapped her knuckles with the blunt end of the Naginata, causing her to let go of her blade. The result was Rose on her elbows staring at Sillo who held the bladed end against her throat. Despite this, she held that vindictive smile.

"Go ahead," she sneered, "End my life. Do it." But she knew he wouldn't. In fact, she'd planned for this. She'd let him get the upper hand so suddenly to give him this ultimatum, knowing what Sillo would choose. He wouldn't dare take the life of another, even of that other was the ultimate evil.

Sure enough, Sillo backed away from her, letting the Naginata fall to the ground beside him. He crossed his arms as he stood over her.

"No. I won't stoop to your level. Not that it's proven itself, given you haven't been able to successfully kill any of us so far." He stood and watched as Rose got up from her prone stance, brushing herself off.

"Allow me to fix that," she said before shooting her hand forward. Her curved blade flung forward at blinding speed, aiming for Sillo's neck. He responded by conjuring a wall of metal in front of him. Still, the blade cut into and through the wall, the blade's momentum finally stopped as it penetrated through the other side, inches away from Sillo's head. But she wasn't done yet.

Rose decided that his own conjuring would be his downfall as she unleashed a massive wave of vines to strike the wall. Luckily for Sillo, he'd ducked just in time for the vine wave to hit the metal wall, causing him to avoid the lethal blade still protruding through the metal. Unfortunately, he couldn't dodge his own makeshift defense measure as the vine wave sent him flying back into the exhibit wall, crushed between the metal wall and the other wall. He gasped as the air left his body and then some. Immeasurable pain filled his rib cage as well as some blood as it was crushed, likely shattered. The metal wall toppled over, taking the immobile Sillo with it. He didn't have any air to even make a sound of agony as he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing for the pain to stop. Finally, he managed to breathe...very slowly and very faintly. From Rose's perspective, he was as good as dead.

"You see?" Rose's expression was smug as he looked over Sillo one last time before turning her attention to the others, "You will be your own demise. You couldn't kill me, even when you had the chance. You failed everyone here. And now, you will die...but only after I've killed them first just so you can see the consequences for your actions." He then turned her attention to the one's left standing.

Sillo couldn't respond. He was in too much pain to. Not when Zane's own wit sent Rose away, unable to complete her job. Not when Zane gave a call out, seeing if everyone was alright. Not even when Aldred asked where they should go next. He wasn't alright. He would likely die within a few hours if they weren't able to get him to someone who could fix him. The fight had practically destroyed him. And so he remained motionless on the metal wall that ultimately led him to his current situation.

Could be worse...I could be actually dead right now...


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Character Portrait: Sillo Deskern Character Portrait: Damion Gray Character Portrait: Zane Bell Character Portrait: Aldred Kynn Character Portrait: Minori Fukutawa
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Aldred had sprung into action before Minori could really react, not that she was itching to rush the ungodly power that stood before her. She stood by and watched the short bout between Aldred and the woman, apparently named Rose, and winced as she used his body to remodel half the exhibit. Even with him being able to withstand more punishment than most, she could practically hear his bones breaking from the impacts, but Minori was nothing if not objective. Aldred made his choice to rush her, but she couldn't help but to look back at the others. Zane and Damion were still building up for something big, and if Damion were entertaining the idea she believed it to have merit.

Rose watched with sick satisfaction as the pillars crumbled and Aldred flopped onto the tiled floor in a bloody heap, but Minori could sense the healing magic. Her Unique trait was starting to compensate for the concealment spell surrounding them, but it wasn't nearly as strong as it should be and was still nearly in pain from Rose's mere presence.

"All that... power and you... squander it on, what? Displays of... power against... children?" Minori asked calmly, catching Rose's attention before she could advance any closer to Aldred. Her throat still ached from the woman's grip, her voice regaining strength but not enough to talk properly yet.

"Do not speak of that which you are ignorant," Rose replied, more disheveled now than when Minori had called her a cunt. It amused her that the simple insult had gotten under her skin so badly.

Though it would hurt her immensely, Minori still smilled as she took a deep breath.

"Ignorant? I'll have you know... I know a cunt when... I see one!" Minori shouted, rushing to the left so that the backlash would not be forced upon Sillo. He had, very wisely, opted to hang back in this fight. Her mind flashed back to Aldred as she cemented her resolution to end this before any more of the kids got hurt. She had a theory as to how, but she was not a fan of it. Not one bit.

Rose sent a vine her way, a giant and spiked thing lashing at the ground where she had just moments before had been standing.

"Has fear forced you to latch onto the one word? By all means, keep repeating it... It'll serve as fond memories when I rip your tongue from your skull," Rose called, her voice both mocking and furious.

Minori pivoted her weight mid step, ducking underneath a vine meant for her head as she changed direction, running now for Rose. Her Mana was churning within her body for the spell she was about to cast, the ace up her sleeve she kept for when things got really bad. It was why she hadn't healed, why she hadn't fought before now, and why she had refrained from any spells. She had no doubts that the woman could probably copy her spell if she wished, but that was the thing... it would take time.

"Is running all you are good for now? You're worse than the boy!" Rose taunted, but she seemed frustrated at her inaccuracy. Minori was only going to get ten seconds, so she had to be close, but she was already wasting too much energy running in the first place, but if she didn't Rose might lash out at the others.

Minori did not respond to the taunt, but did reach behind her, drawing out the knife she had taken from the Japanese exhibit. Feeling its heft in her hand made her wonder just how many ninja had died doing a similar maneuver? Maybe she would meet them in the afterlife if her plan failed.

Minori ducked out of the way of another vine, but stopped as her eyes widened in realization, smirking at Rose.

"I know I'm not faster or more agile than Aldred," Minori said calmly, the strength in her voice surprising her a little.

Rose smirked as well, crossing her arms as the giant vines coiled back around her.

"Impressive. None of the others have caught my traps... not that observance will do you much good, nor will the knife," Rose said, grinning as the vines suddenly lashed out at full speed, grabbing Minori by the ankle before she could even move and flicked her effortlessly into the air. Minori's mana continued building, begging for a release now. She was primed to go as soon as she had an opening.

The fall itself would have hurt, but a vine whipped her across the back from beneath her, bouncing her back up into the air, this process repeating a few times before Minori was allowed to hit the ground with a sickening and wet splat. The thorns had ripped her skin to shreds, and she felt a sharp pain in her sides, her broken ribs having sliced the meat around them. She instinctively curled into a ball on the hard tiled floor, , coughing up blood to confirm her internal bleeding.

'Perhaps eight seconds will be enough...' Minori thought, her body screaming in protest as she tried to move. Rose hovered just a few feet away from her broken body, an amused look on her face as she watched Minori struggle to get to her knees, muttering under her breath.

"Not even a spell to be cast... what were you planning, you little cu-" Rose started, but Minori cut her off as the healing spell finished its job.

"If space and time are absolute, then the speed of light must be relative, depending upon the speed of the observer. The speed of light is absolute and does not depend upon the speed of the observer, therefore, either space or time must be relative," Minori said, having started the incantation when she was still on her knees. She shot up, knife in hand, as time came to a crawl. Rose's face contorted into surprise, but having to heal herself had cost Minori precious seconds. Rose's frozen form didn't seem to mind when Minori wrapped an arm around her shoulder to support herself.

Her body was broken, unable to lift her arm up level with her shoulder, much less cut into the woman's throat as she had planned, but the human body was an efficient feat of biological engineering, and as such, most of its parts were vital. With all of her strength, Minori stabbed deeply into Rose's side, the woman's body beginning to speed up as she too tried to stop time, but it didn't matter now. For all her mana, she was subject to the laws of the universe just as Minori was. Six seconds had passed before Rose's consciousness caught up with her body in its frozen moment, Minori having stabbed the woman four times by then.

"Your victory will be Pyrrhic, you bitch!" Minori shouted, stabbing once more as time sped back up. The knife dug deep, the woman's clothes stained red and wet with her own blood as Minori let go of the handle and fell to the ground. The exertion had opened the wounds she had healed again, Minori's own blood mixing with the woman's as she lay on the tile.

The pain had, as Minori had feared, not knocked Rose out of her time spell, and she didn't seem bound to the same time limit as Minori. In what felt like an instant, Minori's arm was broken, her back covered in bruises, and her knife now buried into her shoulder. The pain came all at once, and as Minori was about to have a hole stomped through her neck, Rose became distracted by the duo of Zane and Damion.

Minori smiled, making a mental note of the three mana colors she sensed where the two people stood, but she was in no condition to ponder about it right now. She shifted her body, forcing herself to stay awake from the pain, as well as to give her something to focus on so she didn't go into shock. What precious little mana she had left went to healing, but she would need to rest before she could get back to her feet. Rose's sadism had kept her from hitting truly vital areas, so Minori focused on stopping her bleeding. The arm and shoulder wound could come last, and she wouldn't like it but she could live with broken ribs for a little bit. Then, she would leave it to Zane and Damion, and trust that they could stop Rose.

The last thing Minori heard before passing out was Zane using the Infinity Gate spell, and hoping that Rose was having as much fun as she was right now.


Minori didn't wake up again until she heard Aldred's voice calling out, a sigh of relief at his survival causing Minori to cough. She felt immense pain everywhere, but she didn't feel Rose any longer, which was what she chose to focus on. She also felt mana back in her system, the sleep having replenished some of it. She muttered an incantation and focused, reaching slowly to her shoulder to grab the knife, tears streaming down her face as she slid the blade back out. As soon as it was free, she placed the handle in her mouth, and grabbed as big of handfuls of her lab coat as she could manage to keep her from hurting herself.

Another healing spell, this time aimed at her ribs and arm, sent shockwaves of pain through her body as the bones snapped back into place, Minori's screams muffled by the knife handle in her mouth. The moment took an eternity to pass and Minori felt every iota of the process, but when she finally spit the knife back out, she could breathe without pain, and maybe even stand if she took a notion to.

She heard the others call out their survival, though her own mental checklist proved they were one short.

"Sillo?" She whispered, throat still sore from the battle. She focused her Mana Sense and still felt everyone's mana present, though Sillo's was much weaker than everyone else. Groaning, and still covered in cuts and bruises, Minori struggled back to her feet and looked around, her sense pointing her towards the limp form atop the metal wall at the far side of the exhibit.

"Sillo!" Minori cried, ignoring the pain as she ran towards the still form of the boy. She panicked as she studied the situation, frantically looking from Sillo to his injuries, unsure of how to safely treat either. She did reach out and put a hand on his head, gently caressing his hair, and reached down to take his hand in hers. They both knew this would hurt like hell.

Her free hand gently hovered over his chest, and she muttered an incantation to get her mana flowing, demanding that it heal her friend. All she could manage with her weakened state was to repair his rib-cage, allowing him to breathe without as much difficulty, but she had only just gotten on her feet as well.

She removed the hand on Sillo's chest and put the fingers to the comm somehow still lodged into her ear.

"All units posted outside the museum, primary threat has been eliminated as well as the gate. Medical assistance required, Sillo Deskern is the priority. Copy?" Minori said, some of the panic leaving her body when the teams outside responded.

"Unaware if primary threat was only threat, be advised. Do NOT send in medical unescorted, copy?"

Another affirmative response, and Minori smiled as she collapsed beside of Sillo.

"Before you ask, no, I can't write you a doctor's note for school..." Minori said faintly, exhausted from the battle and using up what mana she'd gotten from her sleep to heal herself and stabilize Sillo. He very well might have the strength to heal himself by this point, it being a spell nearly every gatewatcher knew for situations just like this, but some were better at it than others.

She squeezed her grip on his hand gently to let him know that had been a joke.

"Anyone with the capacity, heal the wounded. A unit is on the way in, but I'd like for everyone to be alive when they get here," Minori called to the others, but her body refused to budge anymore. She was a scientist, goddammit, not some sort of spartan warrior.


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Damion was not entirely sure what just happened. From what he could tell, Zane just totally kicked ass....but even then, with all the boosts, Zane was incapable of giving Rose more then a few scratches. At least, that was what he thought at first. When he realized what Zane did, Damion had to admit it was impressive. But still, it required him to tap into two mana sources, and he only barely succeeded. When Rose finished re-applying her concealment spell, she was going to slaughter them all.

She was going to kill everyone.

Damion got up, and noticed that Zane was wearing glasses. This puzzled him for awhile, as he wondered where he got them, but more importantly, why they were laced with Mana that had a different effect on natural mana then Zane's. It almost seemed like it tune.

But what Damion could not believe even more was that Zane knew two Infinity Spells. Infinity Gate, and Infinity Cannon. As he walked up to the others while Zane was passed out, he couldn't help but wonder out loud. "Exactly, who are you Zane?"

Damion could not have participated in the battle. He was too injured, and Zane needed all his mana to do something crazy. Still, there was no way they could stand up to Rose a second time and live.

"So, guys, anyone have any ideas on how to get stronger before Rose returns and kills us all? Anyone? Cause, you know in a day or two, she will be done, come back, and slaughter us all one by one right? Personally, I would rather not be slaughtered" Damion mentioned. "I assume you all feel the same way".

Damion then walked by Minori, and silently asked her something. "You felt it too right? The strange mana energy during the fight? I only felt its impact, so I was wondering....if you knew what it was?"

As he looked around at the results of their battle, he couldn't help but wonder how any boost they got would be enough. Certainly, no matter what boost they acquired, it would not be enough to deal with Rose. They would still need to work together to take her down.

But the question still stands: How are they going to find something to boost their mana power enough to even get close to Rose's level of power.

(So yeah, since Damion couldn't take part in the fight, now as much coming from him. But, hope this was sufficient!)


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Zane smiled a little as the others were shown to be all okay. As Aldred walked over to him, he smiled at them all. "Well, I am glad to see you are all okay..." After that however, Zane passed out.


Zane woke up in a strange place. He was on a rooftop, and across the whole city, fires were burning. People were screaming. There were Gateways everywhere. And below him was a book. It was titled "A Complete List of Known Spells any Mana User can learn". It looked a little beaten up, but Zane felt like it looked familiar. He skimmed through the book, seeing all sorts of sections. Summoning Spells, Celestial Spells, Fire Spells, Infinity Spells. The Infinity Spells were powerful, but technically any Gatewatcher could learn them. It just took time. Funny enough, like a dream, Zane could not remember where he learned the Infinity Spells.

Then it hit him. A dream. This whole place was a dream. He had just passed out at the museum. As he looked down at the book, he noticed something. The dedication page. "Written by every man and woman who founded the Gatewatchers, to give their children a better future". Zane then watched as his father's glasses fell onto that page. As he picked them up, a voice echoed out behind him. Although he had no memories of it, he knew immediately it was his father's voice. He turned around in excitement, but the man was shrouded in shadows. It was his father, but Zane could not make out his face. "Why are you hiding your face from me, papa?"

"Papa, your first word when you were a baby. Its a shame I could never truly be there for you due to what happened" he told Zane. While his face was shrouded, his voice was clear as day. Zane supposed he should be grateful. "If your wondering how this is possible, its because things have escalated to a dangerous point".

"You are the one who taught me the Infinity Spells, didn't you? I never questioned how I knew them until today" Zane mentioned. "But tell me, how are you contacting me?"

"I am also an Oracle. I left this message ready for you when the time is right. But know I always watch over you. I am proud of how you handled Rose, but there is much you don't know about her yet..."

"I know she is the one responsible for killing you" Zane told him.

"What you don't know is that she was my assistant" he interrupted Zane. "And we both know none of you can handle Rose as is. But listen, I don't have much more time. I can only keep this up for so long. There are several ways you can amplify your magical power before Rose returns. Or before her brother comes after you all. You could seek out power inside a Gateway, but I am afraid that will take too long, so don't do that. What you can do though, is find and complete magical artifacts, or create powerful totems of your own by going through a personal trial and dealing with your past if its applicable. Another way is to learn or unlock forbidden magics, such as the one you learned on accident you chose not to use against Rose. But back on topic. For example, the Scepter you completely forgot to use against Rose..."

Zane blushed at his mistake. He had totally forgotten that it boosted his mana earlier. Had he used it, his body would be in a far better shape. "I guess I got a little carried away..."

"....yeah, well it is only partly complete. In each indent at the end is supposed to be a Red Jewel. Get the Jewels, and it should amplify your power enough that if the others also amplify their power, you should be able to defeat Rose. Now I am sorry, but I am out of time. So be careful. They have someone inside the Gatewatchers...."


While Zane was unconscious, his glasses started to fall to the ground. As they did, a voice echoed out of seemingly nowhere. "Infinity Restoration!"

Suddenly, a white orb appeared in the center of the room, and all that were bathed in its light found their wounds healing, and their mana being restored. Once the spell had been cast, the orb disappeared. But there was no doubt. Whoever cast it...was a White Mana User. As the mana faded, Zane woke up. Unfortunately for Zane, everything from his vision was foggy like a dream. He could only remember parts.

"Guys, I think I know how we can power up before Rose returns and kills us all" Zane mentioned as he hopped to his feet. "When I picked up this Scepter...which I may have forgotten about during my fight with Rose and didn't pull mana power increased. Now, its not complete, but I can find the rest easily. But, if we all find or create totems of our own to help channel our mana, much like how Rose had all those Rose symbols, I think if we work together with all of our powers boosted we stand a chance".

Then he noticed his father's glasses were on the floor. He quickly picked them up, and put them away. "Wonder why my dad's glasses were on the floor...I should take better care of them, even if I warded them to some ungodly level". (Fun fact: Between the Mana stored inside from Zane's father, and Zane's own protection spells, those glasses could actually deflect a direct attack from Newton and neither the glasses or the wearer would take any damage. This is also the first time Zane pointed out those glasses were his father's). Zane knew he just had some sort of vision, he could tell, but for some reason it was all fuzzy and impossible to remember the details, just that he learned they would all need to get stronger fast....or be annihilated by Rose.

"By the way, whoever cast this healing spell is amazing. I must have been out for awhile though, because even my mana was fully restored. If the healer isn't here, send them my thanks!" Zane said as he started to walk off, completely oblivious to what just happened. "I have to find the rest of this Scepter so its at full power....and then, you know, remember to use it next time..."

Zane might not be aware of it, but it was likely obvious to the other Gatewatcher's that something involved with Zane's past was involved. The way he got angry at Rose out of nowhere, the fact his glasses eminate white mana but in a way Zane wouldn't notice, and the fact that not only did Zane use two Infinity Spells, but his father's glasses also cast a third. But little did everyone know, that he was not the only one involved in this mystery...

(Well, I would say that was a significant amount of foreshadowing! Hope you all enjoy!)


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0.00 INK this is my life now? Fighting ridiculously OP females with infatuations about roses? Come on, life! Couldn't you have given us someone with at least a good sense of humor? Granted, it's really fun to make her mad, but still. Thorny vines aren't exactly my form of amusement. The least she could've done is left a bed of roses for us to lay on before she left. That would've been classy as fuck! But nope, I get my own friggin' metal wall as a cushion. Fucking excellent. Why does metal taste like this anyway? It really annoying. I- OOOOOWWWWWW!

Sillo didn't have the energy to speak what he was thinking, nor did he have the stupidity to move after shattering all of his ribs. So when Minori ran over to his side and slid him onto his back, he couldn't exactly verbalize his protests. But that didn't stop it from hurting any less. A soft touch against his head told him that Minori was examining him, looking for the broken spots. He felt her other hand wrap around his. He gave a very weak squeeze back, letting her know he was alive.

And suddenly the breathing got a bit easier. Gasping from pain and from lack of discomfort, he squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as a wave of agony washed over him. He knew he needed to be fixed, but at the same time he wanted everything to stop hurting. When the waves stopped, he felt support in his chest once more and found he could breathe somewhat regularly. His insides still felt like mush and the pain there was undeniable, but it was a start.

"Thanks," he whispered faintly to Minori, opening his eyes to look around the rest of the room. Aldred was by Zane, ruffling the redhead's hair as Zane went under once more, his toll of the battle. Damion was sitting at the other end of the room, weakened from the collective mana pool between Zane and himself. Everyone was alive.

"Before you ask, no, I can't write you a doctor's note for school..."

Sillo started chuckling which turned into a fit of coughing followed by an effort to spit. The crimson colored saliva that came out wasn't a reassuring sign to behold. "Yeah...probably not. Who would...believe me anyway?" Sillo started shifting his weight slightly, trying to not look like a helpless puppy, "Yeah, I got my ass handed to by a sixty year old woman who had poor fashion sense and an insatiable blood lust that only my body could quench. Can I not do laps in gym today?" Sillo managed a smile, "I can't see that conversation going over well. Not to mention explaining the bat shit crazy portion of my life would earn me a field trip to the insane asylum. Plan B?"

Yeah, his sense of humor was still there, even in the state Sillo was in. However, there was a glint in his eye...something that hadn't been there when he walked into that Egyptian exhibit earlier today. His eyes carried an intensity to them that not even the most lighthearted humor couldn't hide. Was it anger? Fear? Hatred? Or determination? Sillo didn't know and it was likely that the others wouldn't know except maybe a subtle difference in his aura. But one thing was for sure. Whatever it was that resonated in Sillo's eyes was left there by Rose.

"So, guys, anyone have any ideas on how to get stronger before Rose returns and kills us all? Anyone? Cause, you know in a day or two, she will be done, come back, and slaughter us all one by one right? Personally, I would rather not be slaughtered."

Wasn't I, though?

Still, Damion did have a point. Rose would return to finish the job. They had to act and quickly. Otherwise, the results will be more lethal than before. But how could they get more powerful? Sillo had more Mana Stamina than anyone in the room and he'd used it all unsuccessfully attacking her. It seemed impossible.

"Infinity Restoration!" a voice boomed.

Suddenly, Sillo found the pain subsiding, little by little until it was eaten away by the wave of pleasant energy that flooded his body. Sillo found he not only felt fine...he felt well rested. He lifted his arms to test this, surprised to see that no pain jolted through his biceps as he brought them in front of his face. It was a miracle...or White Mana. Sillo didn't need a mana sensing ability that everyone else had to know when he was in the presence of it. It was a purifying feel, unlike any other mana feeling.

Who cast it?

He glanced over at Zane, the boy who seemed to be full of surprises as of lately, but it appeared the sphere was just now waking the orphan up. None of the other Gatewatchers had moved from their position. So wha-?

Ah, fuck it. He wasn't going to complain about being saved from the brink of death. That was something rich snobs did in cliche movies. Pulling himself to a sitting position, he nodded at Minori, letting her know he was completely better and assuming that she was in the same boat.

"Guys, I think I know how we can power up before Rose returns and kills us all," Zane mentioned as he hopped to his feet. "When I picked up this Scepter...which I may have forgotten about during my fight with Rose and didn't pull mana power increased. Now, its not complete, but I can find the rest easily. But, if we all find or create totems of our own to help channel our mana, much like how Rose had all those Rose symbols, I think if we work together with all of our powers boosted we stand a chance".

Ah, that made sense...

"So we need trinkets to accompany us in battle?" Sillo murmured, more to himself rather than to anyone in particular, "But where am I gonna find mine?" What was worse, he didn't have a place to research what these totems were or where he could find them, given how the Gatewatchers HQ was bombed and such. He stared at Zane's scepter questioningly, wondering how he'd managed to find his in this room. He assumed Rose had led him here, but through what means?

"Well, guess we're going trinket hunting!" Sillo clapped his hands together, "And I'm probably right to believe that each person had a different trinket to search for...but where do we start? The Headquarters is out of commission for the time being until they clean the bomb mess up, so no Gateway History access for us." he thought for a moment before snapping his fingers in epiphany, "The library?"

The library was typically a good place to start, considering that even though it didn't contain plain and simple Gateway history like on a module at the HQ, it had it coded and subtexted in the ink of a majority of history books. Gatewatcher history went back a long ways and it was relatable to any degree through any history point in time. It practically made the backbone for history itself. The module just decoded that information in an efficient way and presented it for them to use quickly, but Sillo had no problem searching for the information he needed the old fashioned way.


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"Yeah...probably not. Who would...believe me anyway? Yeah, I got my ass handed to by a sixty year old woman who had poor fashion sense and an insatiable blood lust that only my body could quench. Can I not do laps in gym today? I can't see that conversation going over well. Not to mention explaining the bat shit crazy portion of my life would earn me a field trip to the insane asylum. Plan B?"

Minori smiled gently as the boy spoke, rolling over to her back to enjoy not being vine whipped or beaten, or stabbed. She didn't want to make breaking her body a habit, but she'd do it again when that woman returned, and then some if she didn't get stronger. Damion vocalized that thought for the group, and asked for suggestions but Minori couldn't tell if the latter was sarcasm or not. She had some ideas, of course, but there was a reason she hadn't attempted any of them.

"Research and Development have been working on Mana Storage tanks, though they don't have a working model as of yet. Artificial mana conversion is proving quite the obstacle..." Minori said, it being one of the projects she'd been occupying her time with as of late. She had been working on studying sealing techniques, believing that infusing the machines with the mana of their user would aid in the process, but the HQ blew up before she could make much progress.

"But a lack of mana isn't the problem, is it?" She asked, sitting up now as she looked around the exhibit. The museum was abandoned and half destroyed, and the group had the building to themselves for the time being. "I wonder if there's any other magical artifacts in here..." She muttered, trying to get to her feet. She felt Damion approaching as she did so, and stayed down on one knee for a moment, staying at the young man's height being an excellent excuse to not strain her already sore muscles.

"You felt it too right? The strange mana energy during the fight? I only felt its impact, so I was wondering....if you knew what it was?"

Minori instantly darted her eyes over towards Zane, brow furrowing as she mulled over how to respond. She'd felt it, she was sure of it, but it was hard to focus when you were bleeding out.

"What it was is the easy part... Zane drew on your mana, and someone else's, to use those spells. My Sense was clouded by the concealment spell, as well as crippling amounts of pain, so I'm not sure where the third mana source came from..." Minori said, closing her eyes in an attempt to focus, but only received a headache for the trouble.

"The source is still near him, but is so faint as to be non-existant. I wouldn't know to focus in on it at all if not for its appearance before... I'm also starting to think Zane's admission to Gatewatchers shouldn't be a request any longer, given what has and will probably transpire," Minori said coldly. Powerful beings were targeting him, he knew their spells... and Minori didn't even want to start with what she had thought the color of that third mana was. The point being, Zane held a lot of answers, and they could protect him much better than he could himself from Rose.

She started to continue, but stopped when a white orb appeared, the mana making it up being very conveniently familiar, and began to release healing waves of magic throughout the room. The healing spell was sophisticated, even taking the ache from her muscles as it washed over her. She took a minute to enjoy the sensation before standing and looking over at Zane, who was just now waking up.

"Guys, I think I know how we can power up before Rose returns and kills us all," Zane mentioned as he hopped to his feet. "When I picked up this Scepter...which I may have forgotten about during my fight with Rose and didn't pull mana power increased. Now, its not complete, but I can find the rest easily. But, if we all find or create totems of our own to help channel our mana, much like how Rose had all those Rose symbols, I think if we work together with all of our powers boosted we stand a chance".

'Oh sure... just run out to the corner store and pick up some magical artifacts,' Minori thought to herself, sighing in frustration. He also drew her attention to the glasses she hadn't realized he'd had, and had to stop herself from running up and yanking them from his hands. As it stood, she merely ran over to him, and very carefully hovered her hands near the glasses in a compromise.

This was the third source.

She stopped herself before she did more with her hands then feel the air around the glasses, shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of the temptation. An inanimate object with its own mana, complete with unique color... she could run tests on it that she never could on people...

Would their bodies even be cold?

The thought made her step away, hands clenched tight as Rose's words swam in her head.

"Those glasses... Never let them out of your sight, Zane. Pun unintended," She said, and stormed off away from the others. If she were to need a totem or a relic, she had some thoughts as to what she would prefer.

"Whatever we do next, that woman is still out there, and she has allies I'm sure. No field trips without a partner, if we want to be in good health enough to use those catalysts. I'm going back to HQ to dig something out of the basement, if anyone is interested in a lift", Minori called, stopping at one of the exhibit doors as she awaited a response.


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"Magical artefacts that powerful don't grow on trees, Zane." Aldred sighed, straightening up.

Magical amplifiers depended on the amount of power the mage using it currently had. Many used them, but it mostly amplified their power only by a little thanks to their quality. High quality amplifiers were hard to find thanks to the complexity it took to make them, and finding one powerful enough to defeat someone who had barely been scratched by two infinity spells would be almost impossible to find and pretty rare. Something that powerful would have to be ancient, and it definitely well-guarded.

Although Aldred was considered one of the most physically powerful mages in the Gatewatcher community, Sillo one of the top tier in mana stamina and Minori one of the best (only) researchers around, they weren't that high up the tier of the organisation. He wasn't even sure if the Gatekeeper organisation had those artifacts in storage, although they probably would have considering what they were doing. Aldred didn't think that they would just allow a group of people - two kids, two teens and one young woman - to use something like that even if they were Gatewatchers.

Hmm. Minori was a researcher. If she claimed to be researching the artefacts... Nah. Not that high up in the organisation and we'd all get into trouble.

Stretching his hands up to release tension, Aldred gave a small sigh of relief as his bones popped. He had no clue where the white magic ball came from - it didn't seem to be from Zane or any of them, that's for sure - but it had healed his wounds and restored his magic, getting rid of the aches and pains he'd felt in his bones. Too bad it couldn't do anything about his shirt, though. It was torn almost to shreds, hanging onto his thin frame with only the barest of threads. His jeans were salvageable at least. They were torn and tattered, but he could pass it off as one of those ripped-jeans fashion if he sewed up a few holes.

Still, everything was replenished. it would definitely help in the upcoming fight.

One to two days, three if they were lucky - she seemed to be the type to wait until her mana was full before going after them instead of leaving while it was half-empty after casting the spell. That was how much time they had before the next attack. Alright, time to plan.

"Well, guess we're going trinket hunting!" Sillo clapped his hands together, "And I'm probably right to believe that each person had a different trinket to search for...but where do we start? The Headquarters is out of commission for the time being until they clean the bomb mess up, so no Gateway History access for us." he thought for a moment before snapping his fingers in epiphany, "The library?"

"Whatever we do next, that woman is still out there, and she has allies I'm sure. No field trips without a partner, if we want to be in good health enough to use those catalysts. I'm going back to HQ to dig something out of the basement, if anyone is interested in a lift,"

"I'll take that lift. I need to go back to HQ too, to get a new outfit." Aldred said, taking off his shirt to reveal lean musculature and well-defined abs. A few faded scars could be seen trailing across his torso, the most obvious one being a large pale pink scar trailing down his back, as if someone had tried to rip him open from behind. Rolling his raged shirt and tucking it under his arm, Aldred walked towards Minori, uncaring that his torso was exposed. "Zane's already got his, so that leaves at least four more to find. Library seems a good idea, we can figure out which ones we need there." he mused, slipping his hands into his pockets. A calculative look formed on his face as he replayed the fight in his head, analysing her movements and his own strategies, trying to see if there was anything he could use. "Come up with some plans, too, and see what we can find out about her and the people she works with."

It wasn't like they could just rely on amplifying their own power to ungodly levels - they would also have to work on increasing their own natural power, getting used to having that amount of power, and come up with strategies of their own. Power was just that - power. To use it effectively, to use it without it backfiring on them or the others... that required hard work, but there wasn't enough time. It wasn't like the enemy would wait for them to be ready, after all.

"If anyone needs me, I'll be at the training facilities. I'll be working on increasing myself combat-wise before heading to the library. We should probably come up with a rota for field trips so that no one's alone too, and work on increasing our ability to work together before we come across her." Aldred's voice had lost its normally light tone for seriousness instead, his eyes dark and calculative like a soldier planning for war. "Like Damion said, I'd rather we be the one's slaughtering her. Working together would help with that. We should probably ask around too, see if anyone came across her crew. Someone had to be there when the bomb went off at HQ to see that everything went to plan, so we should ask the people at the site if they saw anyone suspicious."

Grabbing the exhibit door and holding it open for Minori to go through, Aldred waited for her to leave before leaving himself, keeping up by her side.


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"Those glasses... Never let them out of your sight, Zane. Pun unintended."

Just because the pun was unintentional didn't make it any less funny. Sillo found himself shaking his head and laughing as Minori walked towards the exit. At the door, she turned around and continued.

"Whatever we do next, that woman is still out there, and she has allies I'm sure. No field trips without a partner, if we want to be in good health enough to use those catalysts. I'm going back to HQ to dig something out of the basement, if anyone is interested in a lift."

"I'll take that lift," Aldred got up, taking off his shirt to showcase a well-developed body for a teenager, "I need to go back to HQ too, to get a new outfit." He started walking towards Minori, thinking aloud as he did so. "Zane's already got his, so that leaves at least four more to find. Library seems a good idea, we can figure out which ones we need there. Come up with some plans, too, and see what we can find out about her and the people she works with."


Yeah, that had been one of the major mysteries of the fight. Who she was and why she wanted the Gatewatchers dead was anyone's guess. It was why he'd asked at the beginning, before the fighting had started. Of course she didn't give a straightforward answer like any logical person, but it didn't hurt to try. It did give Aldred the distraction he needed to make the first blow and that was always welcomed.

"If anyone needs me, I'll be at the training facilities. I'll be working on increasing myself combat-wise before heading to the library. We should probably come up with a rota for field trips so that no one's alone too, and work on increasing our ability to work together before we come across her. Like Damion said, I'd rather we be the one's slaughtering her. Working together would help with that. We should probably ask around too, see if anyone came across her crew. Someone had to be there when the bomb went off at HQ to see that everything went to plan, so we should ask the people at the site if they saw anyone suspicious."

"Sounds good, dude," Sillo said, even though there were so many plan thrown around in there that he caught maybe two of them. "I'll join you at the training facility. I need to become...what's the word?" he paused to ponder before snapping his fingers, "Physical. Yeah, alright. By the way, you guys are doing the whole traveling thing wrong. Here."

He gestured as he walked towards Minori and Aldred, putting both his hands on their shoulders imagining the three of them in front of their beloved HQ. And before they knew it, the trio was whisked away by Blue Mana, leaving Zane and Damion alone at the museum.

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the museum...


With a loud pop! for comedic effect, the three Gatewatchers appeared in front of their HQ...or at least what was left of it. Sillo let go of the two and smiled at them.

"See? Teleportation is the only way to travel. Now we're here in a matter of nanoseconds rather than minutes. You're welcoooOAAAAHOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" his jaw dropped when he saw the HQ was left in literal shambles. In the center of it was Selena and Cedric accompanied by a Gatewatcher he'd yet had the pleasure of meeting.

"Minori, didn't you, like, ice proof the place to keep it from collapsing?" he asked as he ran up the steps towards the three that were there, putting his discomfort for the nature of the two aside for curiosity's sake. "Hey, you guys okay? What happened here?" He gazed at the third one. He looked rather young, given his apparel and his boyish face. But he seemed like good company to be around, noticing that he was an optimist immediately.


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Despite Cedric rising from unconsciousness and speaking to her, Selena remained distracted. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Even with as much exposure to this type of thing as she had, it was still unsettling feeling. She imagined that Cedric probably felt similar when confronted with the powerful black mana user, which would explain why he immediately turned tail and blinked them out of there. She snorted at the thought. Not everyone can have my nerves.

Selena then turned her gaze to Cedric, who agreed that he owed her for saving his life. She locked eyes with him, her gaze blank and pitiless. Now that they were safe, she could properly chastise the younger man in an older body about his actions earlier. Just as she was about to begin her lecture, another heartbeat entered her small bubble of detection. She turned to face the young boy even before he began his shouting. Before her, a prepubescent brat with orange hair and orange eyes jogged towards them, shouting something that Selena did her best to ignore, waving his hand and grinning like an idiot. That the kid was barely old enough to dress himself apparently did not matter to the Gatewatchers, though that hardly surprised her. The organization was a mess, and the only reason she stuck around was because they kept out of her business and left her to close gateways on her own. At least, usually they did. She began to think that person or people who attacked the Gatewatchers might actually be the heroes.

The kid was in front of Selena and Cedric now. She was about to tell him to be a good child and run along, when yet more heartbeats appeared in the vicinity. She sighed audibly and rolled her eyes, turning to see Sillo, Minori, and a third gatewatcher, a teenaged, yellow-haired boy that she had not yet met. He was shirtless, for some reason, which prompted a momentary look of genuine confusion on Selena's face. For a brief moment, she wondered why that particular detail stuck out to her, before she recalled that she was still stuck in an eighteen year old's body, with eighteen year old chemistry. The thought made her gag a little. Sillo was speaking now, and like with most people, Selena was mostly ignoring him. It occurred to her that she did that often, though it made sense, considering she preferred the thoughts in her head to the voiced ones of others around her. Still, it might do to explain the completely destroyed buildings behind her. She spoke then, caring little that she interrupted the tail end of whatever Sillo was saying.

"The bomber came back." She interjected abruptly and without preamble. It wasn't necessary. "Looking for something. An artifact we keep, perhaps. My partner here decided he was too powerful and blinked us away before I could engage." as Selena spoke, she motioned to Cedric, still shaken,"The bomber, a black mana user, thus had the upper hand, and toppled the building and garage in an attempt to stop our escape."She hesitated and sighed before speaking once more, "His abilities were...above average. Cedric and I sustained injuries, which I've since repaired. Cedric may have briefly died."

Selena's speech ended as sharply as it had begun. She wasn't much for going into detail, and speaking in the presence of multiple people was off-putting for her. Her facial expression was mostly empty, with a hint of disdain mixed with disgust, which was her face's way of looking flustered. She sighed once more. This is not how I pictured today at all.


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Cedric could tell Selena was preoccupied with something, she seemed distracted. This wasn't her natural blank 'looking through you' gaze, this was a distinct look of having her focus very much on something else nearby. It was slightly alarming as he began to wonder what she could sense that was actively drawing her attention. Eventually she turned her gaze back towards him and the familiar disconnected look returned in an almost comforting change of expression. No doubt his stern talking to for not letting her attempt to fight the mysterious man was forthcoming. He knew she had done her fair share of fighting, she wasn't allowed to go on missions on her own just because she didn't like people after all. She was a powerful gatewatcher, she had faced down any number of things that would turn a younger members stomach in their throat, both figuratively and literally. He expected it, and he would accept it. Perhaps they could have done some damage, after all he was one of those who went off on highly dangerous missions alone more often than not as well, between them they could bring down a lot of things that would take more than a few average gatewatchers if only due to experience. But Cedric knew that the destruction around them was minor compared to what could have been if they had fought, and chances were either or both of them wouldn't have survived to tell the tale. So he was ready for what ever she felt the need to say. However the lecture never came, cut off by the arrival of a new, and almost annoyingly happy, Gatewatcher.

"Well, I suppose that's it for our date then?" Cedric chuckled half heartedly before wincing slightly. His side still hurt, more of a lingering phantom then an actual pain, but it still got an actual reaction. Cedric had never seen the boy who announced himself as part of the rescue party, clearly he was new enough not to know who they were, nobody who knew them could possibly be that happy about running into them alone, much less together, even less in the middle of a completely demolished former Eastern headquarters.

He could tell, more out of experience than anything else, that Selena was just about to shoo the boy away when others arrived. He was surprised to see something, he wasn't quite sure what to call it, some ever so slight expression, cross her face. Turning to see the three new arrivals, Minori he recognized, the other two he had seen before, but didn't know personally. One was shirtless, which seemed completely unnecessary to him, but then again he was wearing enough layers for both of them. Thinking of his layers he realized that his suit was entirely destroyed. The thought disappointed him a little, he had liked this suit.

Selena relayed the necessary information, not unlike a system analysis on a computer would, until "Cedric may have briefly died." Could it have been a joke? Certainly it wouldn't hurt his feelings if it was, he didn't really want to think about how close he may have come to death. He laughed slightly, the kind of laugh someone does when they want a person to know they are laughing at a joke that may not have necessarily been funny. "You know me, living on the edge and such." He shifted his weight before standing slowly.

"I have never sensed so much black mana in one place." Pausing for a moment he remembered just how it felt when he first noticed the mans presence. "Not just in one person, in one place. You could all have black mana and we'd barely be in the same ballpark combined." he cast a quick glance towards Selena. "Above average might be the understatement of your career Sel." He was never sure if that name irked her, but until she crushed him like a bug for using it he would throw it out there every now and again. The others might find that single part of his entire statement to be the most surprising thing they heard. Who in their right mind used a nickname for Selena? Of course, Cedric never claimed to be in his right mind, he just claimed to not be the evil person his mana color would assume.

"All this, it was constant. It felt like a continuous effect, a single spell. On top of that he claimed to be looking for something, he certainly didn't find it in the aftermath, so if he did find it he did it while casting the spell." Cedric let the statement settle. There was a massive amount of destruction here for one spell, let alone one cast while the user was busy rummaging around for some item at the time they were casting it.


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"I'll take that lift. I need to go back to HQ too, to get a new outfit." Aldred said, taking off his shirt to reveal lean musculature and well-defined abs. "Zane's already got his, so that leaves at least four more to find. Library seems a good idea, we can figure out which ones we need there. Come up with some plans, too, and see what we can find out about her and the people she works with."

The sight of Aldred removing his shirt caused Minori to raise an eyebrow and smirk, the act looking like something one would see at the start of some god awful adult video. She was also the only girl present, so couldn't help but feel as if some of the 'show' was for her own benefit. Being that he was still in high school Minori merely thought it cute, but it did remind her that she'd been locked up in her lab for a while now without much of a social life to speak of. If she was going to die in a few days, she might as well go out having a bit of fun, right? A shame she was surrounded by kids.

Sillo's approach caught her off guard, the teleportation doubly so as she suddenly found herself at the pile of rubble on which their headquarters once stood. She always got vertigo when Sillo did this, feeling her lunch threaten to resurface as she grabbed the young shirted boy by the shoulder and squeezed. She did this both to steady herself, but also to ensure Sillo didn't teleport away without her. She allowed him his freakout, Minori finding the sight of destruction hard to swallow as well, but with what they endured at the museum she wasn't really that shocked. Rose having allies wasn't much of a reveal.

"Minori, didn't you, like, ice proof the place to keep it from collapsing?" Sillo asked as the trio made their way to what used to be the main building, but found only Cedric, Selena, and a young boy Minori assumed was a new Gatewatcher. Hell of a first day, Minori mused.

"I sealed off the room the bomb went off in to keep the mana it released from spreading. It wouldn't have held against anything strong enough to tear the building down," she answered, her attention split between the rubble and the survivors.

She was surprised to see Cedric and Selena, both normally more inclined to solitude though their being together didn't shock her too much. They actually made a cute couple, if she thought Selena would be inclined to such things. After having spent an afternoon fighting dark gods with a bunch of kids, the sight of people of drinking age was actually a welcome sight. She listened intently as Selena recounted what had happened, nodding thoughtfully until Cedric's interjection, eyes widening a bit at the mention of the strength of the black mana user's power, as well as the use of a nickname for Selena. Where the hell had these people been hiding? Before she added to the conversation, she squeezed Sillo's shoulder to get his attention, an unstable smile spreading on her face as she stopped bothering to hide her mental and emotional stress brought on by... well everything.

"Sillo... My car is still at the museum. Be a dear and go get it, would you?" She asked, channeling mana into the hand she was holding Sillo with, his shirt now coated in frost between his right sleeve and the collar. Her grip tightened as she added, "And be sure to focus extra hard. Wouldn't want a repeat of the cage incident, now would we?"

The warm air around them caused smoke to gently emanate from her hand, but Minori let go before her mana could do more than spook the boy. He could appreciate the kind of day she was having, and not everyone could rely on teleporting to get around. Not to mention the payments Minori still needed to make on that car, or the notes she still had within. With her car addressed, she turned to look back at Cedric and Selena.

"Impossibly strong mana users that defy all logic with their capabilities? Seems to be catching," Minori started, looking out over the rubble. She could still feel the fallout from the spell that had been used, and shuddered at how strong it would have had to have been. Selene was not a kind healer, but she was better than most. It was probably the only reason either of them still lived.

"We fought both a ancient egyptian mummy, A mana user from millennia ago, as well as a woman who picked five of us apart without much effort and took two infinity level spells head on with barely a scratch. I'm still not entirely sure why she didn't finish us all off... she wouldn't have needed mana with as bad off as we were. Co-conspirators, but I'm not entirely certain as to their motive," Minori said, looking back out at the rubble.

"There's also the issue of mana users having existed prior to twenty years ago, not to mention the motives of whoever tore the lot of us apart today..." Minori mused, but wound up just face palming and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Anyone else want to go to a bar? I need to sit down and not have something cataclysmic happen for ten minutes."


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"Sounds good, dude," Sillo said, even though there were so many plan thrown around in there that he caught maybe two of them. "I'll join you at the training facility. I need to become...what's the word?" he paused to ponder before snapping his fingers, "Physical. Yeah, alright. By the way, you guys are doing the whole traveling thing wrong."

"Oh, sure!" Aldred said, turning to face Sillo. A faint smile crossed his face, surprised but happy at the offer of a sparring partner. "I'd like to increase my experience against teleporters too. It's going to be tough, but it'll be fu - wait." A look of concern formed on Aldred's face as Sillo reached for them, his eyes widening with the beginnings of panic as the blonde teen figured out what his friend was going to do. "Do you mea-"


Aldred had just enough time to brace himself and squeeze his eyes shut as Sillo grabbed both his and Minori's shoulders. His voice was cut off mid-sentence as they popped out of existence from the Museum, leaving Damion and Zane alone in the Egyptian room… with a Dinosaur on the first floor.


Nathan had felt the mana gather and was already whirling around to greet the teleporters, but the boy still flinched at the sudden pop and sight of three people suddenly appearing in midair a bit too close for comfort. Taking a quick step back, Nathan let out a small yelp of surprise as the blonde teen shouted in astonishment at the sight of the ruined establishment. Biting his lips to stifle any other noises he might have made, Nathan took another step back and looked wide-eyed at the new arrivals.

A white-haired woman was holding onto a blonde boy’s shoulder, looking like she was about to barf, gross. The blonde boy who had yelled earlier; the one whose hair looked almost white in the light, was gaping at the wreckage that used to be their headquarters. Out of the three he was the only one who didn't look like he was dealing with dizziness - he must be the teleporter then! The other one with darker blonde hair had his eyes scrunched shut to deal with the vertigo that those who weren’t used to teleporting seem to feel. His eyebrows were creased together in what looked like mild annoyance and dizziness from the sudden lack of equilibrium, but otherwise the teen seemed to be taking the teleportation better than the other one.

Oh yeah, professionalism! Crap, he’d forgotten! Nathan quickly schooled his face from wide-eyed surprise and curiosity to a look of neutrality that only lasted for a second before turning into badly disguised curiosity and glee. He took a step back as the two who had been teleported regained their composure, shifting himself to the side while he listened to them talk. They were Gatewatchers like his parents, so they were obviously awesome and knew what they were talking about!

“A little more warning next time, Sillo,” the dark blonde teen was saying. He sounded a bit peeved, but as he slipped his hands into his pockets his tone and expression changed from mildly annoyed to gratitude, mouth curving up into a warm smile. “Thanks for the lift though - holy shit.” the blonde's recently opened eyes widened almost comically at the sight of the trashed HQ, letting out a long low whistle. "Looks like they weren't just targeting the museum...."

Why isn’t he wearing a shirt? Nathan thought. Then he shook his head. Wait, pay attention! Remember what Mom and Dad said - be professional! That means no looking at half-naked people! At that thought he schooled his expression into a well-practiced serious face, the kind of face normally seen on religious old grannies in church during sermon. Focus! What happened?

...Isn’t he cold without a shirt?

“Yes?” Shirtless gave him a questioning look, although there was a distracted look in his eyes. He was still paying attention to the others despite it not seeming like it. Beside him the purple-haired girl talked about what had happened. "The bomber came back..."

“Aren’t you cold?” Nathan blurted out, staring up at the blonde teen with enough curiosity to kill a dozen cats. The conversion continued around them undisturbed as Nathan continued, in a hush tone, “Where’s your shirt? Who are you? Wha-”

“Not really, it’s under my arm, name’s Aldred Kynn and no, I don’t go around shirtless as a way of life,” Aldred answered promptly, moving away far enough that they could talk without disturbing the others while still staying within hearing distance. Nathan followed him, shuffling around from foot to foot. Pulling out what the bundle under his arm, Aldred showed it to Nathan with a resigned sigh. It looked more like a pile of barely connected rags than a shirt. “It got wrecked, so for now I’m getting a new tee shirt and saving the fixing for later.” Stuffing the shirt back under his arm, the teen muttered something that sounded like “No point fixing it if it’s going to get wrecked later.” Then he turned back to Nathan, a puzzled look forming on Aldred’s features. “Uh, no offense, but who are you?”

“Ohh. Oh!” Nathan blinked and nodded as Cedric - the guy who’d been leaning against the car earlier - began to talk ("You know me, living on the edge and such."). “Not what I was wanting to ask, but they're talking about it already so nevermind!" Grinning happily at Aldred, he pointed proudly towards himself. "I’m Nathan van Dries, but you can call me Nate! Why not just fix it now? It’s easy!” An idea popped up in his mind, and Nathan beamed up at Aldred, the smile shining bright and pleased with excitement. “I know! I’ll do it for you! I know how and that way you won’t be shirtless right?”

“Uh.” Aldred raised an eyebrow skeptically, but gave up in the face of sheer optimism in the smile Nathan was sending towards him. Shrugging, he passed the rags over to Nathan. “Sure, I guess...”

*One repair job later*

“Thanks! Good job,” Aldred smiled appreciatively, pulling it on. Nathan grinned with pleasure (He did something useful, yay!) as Aldred patted him gratefully on the head. His hand felt warm as it ruffled through his curls briefly, and they returned back to the group, as silent as they had been when they departed the conversation.

Minori was asking Sillo to get her car for her, mana gathering around her in what felt like a joking threat. Aldred patted Sillo on the shoulder sympathetically - getting on Minori’s bad side was something you didn’t want to do. Better you than me, buddy.

“Zane said something about the woman having a twin brother, and her reactions imply that it’s true.” Aldred said, recalling the fight from earlier. Even with all the talking from before between him and Nathan, the two of them had been paying attention to the conversation. “It could be that he was the one who set off the bomb. As orphans who felt against the world, the two of them would probably be together in whatever goals they have and not like to be separated for too long, so it could be that they set the bombs off - Rose at the museum, her brother at the HQ.” Aldred shrugged. “No hard proof, but if the two of you are able to recall enough for a profile picture we could compare familial resemblances to see if it’s true.”

“There are people doing inventory back at the square so I think once everything is done we could take a look at the list and see what’s missing!” Nathan chirped, flashing them a wide smile. “I could take a look?” He added helpfully, hopefully. “I need to go back to report to Mr Leopold, I could help see what they’ve found!”

It still didn’t explain a lot of things by a long shot, like Minori said - Mana users existing over twenty years ago, the organisation behind the two, their goals and what they had stolen. A few of the things his mentor had said to Aldred was starting to make sense now. Geez, researching this is going to be a pain….

But before that...

“I’d like to join in for a drink and pleasantries, but before that: Sparring!" Despite having gotten out of literal bone-breaking combat less than an hour ago, the sixteen year old teen looked happy at the thought of going back to fighting, even if it was just training instead of deadly combat. "Sorry. Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’ve got a good ID and it’s not like I’ve never drank before.” It was a pretty good one too, Aldred was a bit proud of that card. Smiling cheerily at them, he added “I could join in afterwards though? Getting a drink after a good workout is pretty great. Anyone want to join me in a trip for the training facility?” He smiled hopefully at them, although deep down Aldred was already expecting to be rejected.

It wasn't that Aldred wouldn't mind grabbing a drink (alcoholic or not) to chat and socialise with Cedric and Sel, but in his mind beating the crap out of training simulations was just as much a good way to spend the time as it was with food. Training for revenge could do weird things to a person. He'd promised Sillo, too, but if his friend wanted to grab some food before going to spar then Aldred would be happy to eat first too.


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"The bomber came back." Selena interjected right as Sillo said the last word, "Looking for something. An artifact we keep, perhaps. My partner here decided he was too powerful and blinked us away before I could engage."

She shot Cedric a glance, one that he didn't deserve. That didn't resonate well with Sillo. He just saved your life.

"His abilities were...above average. Cedric and I sustained injuries, which I've since repaired. Cedric may have briefly died."

"Same," Sillo said, almost in a joking matter. But no one could deny the truth laced behind those words. Maybe another few seconds and he would have...he shuddered at the thought.

"You know me, living on the edge and such," Cedric joked himself, getting up slowly before continuing. "I have never sensed so much black mana in one place. Not just in one person, in one place. You could all have black mana and we'd barely be in the same ballpark combined. Above average might be the understatement of your career Sel."

Sel? Sillo raised an eyebrow at the "no fun and games" Gatewatcher, taken aback by the nickname. They had gotten least on Cedric's end.

"Sillo... My car is still at the museum. Be a dear and go get it, would you?" he felt Minori grab his shirt, not even needing to feel the frost she was giving off to hear the ice in her voice. "And be sure to focus extra hard. Wouldn't want a repeat of the cage incident, now would we?"

Cage incident? Sillo didn't exactly know what she was talking about. He knew he'd delivered some specimen to Minori, but he didn't recall the "incident" portion of it. Oh well...

"Not a problem, Min!" Sillo stuck a finger in the air determinedly, "I shall retrieve your car for you! Although be warned. I never learned how to drive." That would surely set her on edge as Sillo popped back to the museum where he 'd arrived previously. Looking up at the structure, he was a bit surprised to see everything on the outside still intact. Not even a window was broken. It was almost like Night at the Museum didn't actually happen in there. There were police and officials sanctioning off the building while officials were trying to explain to people what had happened in the most politically correct way possible. Sillo agreed with it for once. No need for widespread panic.

"Guuuuuys. We may or may not have a missing T-Rex...yeah, I am not equipped to hunt this thing".

Yeah...sometimes you just could't avoid it.

Sillo turned to the sound of Damion's voice and spoke into the com, "Maybe we should save that one for another day. I'm not up for a Dino Hunt right now. And who knows, Maybe the T-Rex is a Buddhist seeking enlightenment or something." All he could imagine in his head was a giant dinosaur meditating in one of the temples with his massive legs criss-crossed in front of it while his minuscule arms held out with claws together in front of him.


Sillo approached the car he knew was Minori's as he was accustomed to seeing it parked in the Eastern Gatewatcher Headquarters Parking Lot. Right next to it was a mess. Apparently, someone's black Hummer had been in the way of the dinosaur's path as it went off on it's enlightened journey. It was truly a shame the roof of the hummer could not support the weight of a T-Rex's foot cascading down upon it. Some environment hater was going to hate coming to see this. But Sillo was relieved that it was the Hummer that took the collateral. If it had been Min's car...

Not expanding on that hypothetical, Sillo touched the car and teleported with it to the front of the HQ once more. The car alarm went off as it landed from the jump through...whatever it was that Sillo went through when he teleported. He didn't really know. "Here you are," he gestured towards her vehicle, which was in good shape, before turning back to the conversation.

“I’d like to join in for a drink and pleasantries, but before that: Sparring!"

Aldred gazed around at all the suspicious glances before continuing, "Sorry. Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’ve got a good ID and it’s not like I’ve never drank before. I could join in afterwards though? Getting a drink after a good workout is pretty great. Anyone want to join me in a trip for the training facility?”

"I'll come with you," Sillo offered, walking up next to the now shirted teenager, "Like I said at the museum, I need to be a bit more physical...I guess. Although I don't necessarily know where it is. Mind telling me a landmark close by that I actually know so we can get there in a jiff?" He wagged his fingers in front of Aldred enticingly, giving him a hint of what would happen the moment he did.


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Selena shuddered ever so slightly, a mix of anger and sorrow muffled by extreme apathy to the point that only the most astute would notice the faint quiver. Sel was the name her parents and friends used to call her, when she was younger. Hearing it brought forth a handful of memories that she would have preferred stay buried.

"Sel! Be careful!" Selena's mother's voice cried out from the passenger seat in honest panic. Seventeen year old Selena sat behind the wheel of her parent's Porsche. Next to her, her mother gripped the leather seats after a particularly sharp turn. "You're going to fail your test if you do that!"

Selena gripped the steering wheel tighter and gritted her teeth. She was determined to prove to her mother that she could drive herself. All of her classmates had their licenses already, and she was turning eighteen in just two weeks. It was embarrassing to not have her license yet. The two of them drove on some back roads in the northern English countryside. The family was staying in their country estate for the summer and Selena was taking this opportunity to prepare for the practical driving test. Luckily, these back roads contained very few other drivers. Unfortunately, they were very curvy, and with each turn, Selena's mother let out another yelp. This continued for twenty minutes, the constant yelping punctuated by shouts of "Slow down!" and "Mom, I know!"

At last, the car came to a stop, although not in a pretty manner. The bright red '69 Porsche 911 sat haphazardly in a ditch, the headlights shattered and the front bumper slightly crumpled. Selena and her mother looked on from the roadside. A retainer and a tow truck were already on the way.

"I'm sorry mum..." Selena looked down at her hands and sighed. "I'm rubbish at this! I'll never get my license, and now I've ruined the car!"

Her mother looked down at her with a loving gaze that only a mother can give. "It's alright Sel. It's just a car, we can replace it. What we can't replace is you, sweeheart. You learned your lesson, right?" Selena sniffled, her cheek wet with a tear.


"And you promise you won't drive like that anymore?"

"I promise, mum."

"Good. We'll take one of the other cars for a drive tomorrow. You'll get the hang of it."

"We fought both a ancient Egyptian mummy, A mana user from millennia ago, as well as a woman who picked five of us apart without much effort and took two infinity level spells head on with barely a scratch. I'm still not entirely sure why she didn't finish us all off... she wouldn't have needed mana with as bad off as we were. Co-conspirators, but I'm not entirely certain as to their motive,"

Minori's mention of an ancient mana user drew Selena from her memory. The secret is out, then. The Council will not be pleased. The secret of mana and gateways existing prior to twenty years past has been closely guarded. Even Selena was only aware because she confronted Loki, her immediate superior, after discovering evidence on her own on a mission several months ago. She sighed, more for the trouble this could cause that she would likely need to deal with than in surprise, but the others would likely not know the difference.

"There's also the issue of mana users having existed prior to twenty years ago, not to mention the motives of whoever tore the lot of us apart today..."

What really bothered Selena was the fact that the man who attacked her and Cedric apparently had an accomplice, a woman Minori claims deftly defeated the Gatewatchers who went to the museum. That would be no small feat, and these rogue mana users were seeming more and more impressive the more Selena heard about them.

Selena had fought, and killed, rogue mana users before. They had, almost universally, been complete pushovers. Without formal training, most couldn't even finish a spell before being crushed, exsanguinated or turned inside-out by Selena's magic. The fact that there were now two players with power of that magnitude was a little unsettling. How had the Council not encountered them before now? Selena sunk into thought as the others chattered around her. Their drivel was unimportant, as it almost always was, and she didn't have the patience for it. Instead, she turned her attention to the symbol branded into the flesh of her palm. It tingled, not painfully, but rather like it was being constantly berated by little droplets of water, like from a showerhead. She could feel the raw mana coursing through it, even now, which surprised her. She actually felt more powerful than she could ever recall, which struck her as odd. It was then that she noticed that she no longer ached from the healing she had done to herself. She studied the symbol more closely. It was burnt into her flesh, but she felt no residual pain. Flecks of blood still stained her hands, and the symbol seemed to pulsate under scrutiny.

Selena's lips curled into a slight smile as a realization dawned on her. She actually felt good. It had been so long, the feeling was almost foreign. Then she realized that it was foreign. Her brow furrowed, and her lips returned to their natural state of apathy. Something was very wrong, yet it felt so right.

Any further thoughts were interrupted by the others. Minori had suggested going to the bar, to which the previously shirtless boy agreed, despite the fact that he was not of age. He claimed to have experience with alcohol. Selena spoke then, talking just as Sillo responded to the boy as well, resulting in her comparatively subdued tone being somewhat drowned out by Sillo's louder voice.

"i've never drank before."

Why did I say that? It was true, but it was neither germane nor even their business. If anything, it would prompt even more teasing from Cedric. Speaking of which, she turned to the black mana user and fixed with with a sharp glare that heavily contrasted the absent-minded tone she had just spoken with.

"Unfixing you is much simpler than fixing you, Cedric. Bear that in mind." Selena's tone towards Cedric wasn't even threatening, but rather, it was matter-of-fact, as if turning his insides into paste was no different from pouring a glass of water. She made sure to hold eye contact past a comfortable duration before turning to the others. As she did, she withdrew her cell phone, sending a message to her driver as she spoke.

"If these terrorists are as powerful as you say, Minori, then we have more important things to do than unwind at a pub. Waste your time and money if you wish, I have work to do. You know how to contact me." Dorian, her driver, would pull up in a few moments, and Selena would gladly be relieved of the company of her fellow Gatewatchers. She only hoped that none of them would suddenly have any emergencies in the meantime.


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Cedric smiled a sly smile, in spite of everything, every so often he could see that emotion flash across Selena's face. Maybe on some level he was trying to bring that out, after all a life with no emotion certainly seemed a waste. He also felt like everyone acted a certain way around her, so he treated her like she was absolutely normal, no doubt a side effect of most people acting differently around him.

Minori sent Sillo off to retrieve her car, a move that Cedric found rather trusting all things considered. Regardless he vanished as quickly as they had appeared while she informed them of what they had all encountered.

Cedric wasn't entirely surprised by the revelation that mana users had existed prior to twenty years ago. Honestly he had always assumed they had, there was just to much evidence strewn about history that suggested it, but Cedric had also spent a fair amount of time outside of the organization studying mana prior to finally allowing himself to be recruited, he also knew the council was less than forthcoming with information. Never the less, the fact that they had encountered an actual mana user from so long ago was intriguing, Cedric had always wondered if the 'reincarnation' theme that was prevalent in some ancient societies, it seemed that at least one Egyptian mana user had in fact mastered the art.

Minori's suggestion of a drink sounded wonderful right now, having nearly died, or temporarily died, which ever was the case. He wasn't entirely excited when Aldred indicated he would like to join them, presented a fake ID, and laid claim to having drank before. Selena's interjection about never having drank before drew a sidelong glance, he was less surprised that she had never had alcohol, more so that she offered up that fact with no prodding what so ever. The next statement was much less surprising.

"Unfixing you is much simpler than fixing you, Cedric. Bear that in mind."

"Of course it's simpler, but friends don't disembowel friends, or any number of other horrible and excruciating things. It's considered rude you know." He turned to Minori, "And friends don't let friends disembowel friends. Right Minori? So when she murders me in my sleep, I'm blaming you. Until then, I could certainly use a drink." he said it as though it was a foregone conclusion that one day Selena would murder him in his sleep.

Sillo had returned with Minori's car, which was currently loudly protesting the abnormal method of transit, and accepted Aldred's suggestion of going to go train before any drinking, which was all the better for him, hanging out with a couple of teenagers wasn't high on his list of things he wanted to do. "Yes, sparing, that's a good choice. Do that." Cedric said, his voice almost dripping the double speak was so thick.

Selena expressed her decidedly anti-drinking decision, not one that surprised him. She might be right, but he had an idea of what he was about to put himself through, he wasn't about to pass up on what might be the last normal drink he would be having for quite some time. "It's my fiscal responsibility to waste money. Entire industries run on Valentine's wasting money." He couldn't help it, he was still trying to ignore the fact that he probably died once today, sarcastic humor was his defense mechanism.

He started towards where he hoped his car was still parked. "I know a place down the east side." Cedric said casually as he passed Minori, "It's a nice place, the owner is kind of a weirdo though. Just let me check on my car, wouldn't want to get a ticket for parking on the sidewalk."

His car waited for him where he had left it, though it now had a brand new iron pipe sticking out of the windshield and a very nice chunk of concrete where the roof used to be. With a heavy sigh he opened the trunk, which to his surprise was relatively unharmed, and retrieved an overcoat. As he put the coat on he noticed some media vans approaching. Of course it was difficult to hide the fact that an entire building had recently been leveled. The organization had ways of dealing with this kind of thing, and he fully intended for them to deal with it, until one of the reporters recognized him.

“Mister Valentine! Mister Valentine can you tell us what happened here?” a microphone was shoved toward his face as a number of others arrived.

“Now now, calm down. We have recently entered into a contract with Atlas Electronics to begin a renovation project in the area, which included the demolition of this building and adjacent parking garage with plans to build a new facility which would include more green space and an entirely updated aesthetic. I can not comment on the demolition process as it is a proprietary secret, but it seems we have had some tampering with the process, resulting in the premature implosion of the structures. There were no injuries.” He buttoned his coat as he said this, not wanting the blood covering his jacket to reveal just how much of a lie that was, “We have reason to believe this was a case of corporate sabotage. There will be an official press release once the proper authorities have completed an investigation.”

Cedric raised a hand to ward off any other questions and turned back to the rubble. Luckily the responding gatewatchers had already set up a perimeter around the destruction. He sighed heavily as he retrieved his phone and dialed a number quickly.

“Yes, Mister Valentine?”

“Have a contract drawn up with the Atlas Electronics company for a new facility, be sure to have it back dated in the system, schedule demolition for a week from today.”

“Will that be all sir?”

“My car was totaled, have the AMG sent to Micheal's in east end, have a suit sent over too.”

“Yes sir.”

Hanging up he stuffed the phone back in his pocket. It wasn't the first time he had used his status in society to act as a shell for Gatewatcher dealings, he didn't doubt that on some level it was one of the reasons Arkangel found him so useful, there were others on the council who would just as soon the black mana user have been crushed in the building.

Finally he returned to where the others had been having only been a few minutes, he shrugged, “Well, they can ticket it if they want, it's done.” he looked at Minori, “So, I guess you're driving?”