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Luna Carrow

"I'll get her back. You wanna try to stop me? What are you, suicidal? Just stay out of my way, I don't give a shit about your business."

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a character in “I Miss the Sunrise”, as played by Rann

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Luna Carrow



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Age:
Physically 17 (As of entering the Aether, she's lost track of how long it's been.)

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Sporting long black hair that's usually trussed up in a ponytail, along with pretty pale skin, one could say that Luna looks rather exotic, if not somewhat attractive. She gives off the aura of someone who needs protecting and help - she's pretty damn short, after all. Despire her stature, though, her body's got musculature enough for her to be able to defend herself in any setting - it's just not exactly totally visible unless she's not wearing anything. Along her arms are many small scars - one could assume they're from small syringes, and are mostly self inflicted. She also has long stabbing scars on her torso that occasionally ache after a fight. Luna has a small, but nimble frame, and carries herself with an air of pragmatism and callousness.

In terms of clothing, Luna used to wear rather simple things. Torn up jean shorts, leggings, combat boots, a snug zippered sweater, a cap where she tucks in excess hair, they were all staples of her outfit, with no real color preference. This was back in the real world however - in the aether it's an entirely different story. Luna's outfit comprises of mainly lavender and white, with a one-piece dress that juts out around the thighs, a white elastic to tie up her long hair, (inexplicably lavender for no discernible reason now), with her left sleeve looking almost winglike, and descending down her back in a white shimmering cape. The right sleeve is much shorter and cup-like in comparison, with no cape draping down. Detached sleeves are included on both her arms, purple, with a darker purple bead near the wrists. There's a ribbon attached at her hip - a dark violent against the lighter that makes up the one-piece itself. The dress is ruffled at the bosom, and has a white stripe going down the middle, as well as underneath the skirt of the dress, both parts of which are lavender. She also has long, thigh-length boots, also colored lavender, that compliment her look. Underneath the flimsy clothing, though, is a thick Kevlar vest around her torso, protecting her from taking too much damage from many attacks.

Personality:
For all intents and purposes, Luna is a callous and self-centered individual. She vastly prefers traversing the aether on her own, and refuses to make any real connections to others. In this, she can also be considered rather arrogant - and it would be true, as she holds herself in some esteem in terms of combat prowess and moral rightness. She doesn't diverge any details about herself to others - simply not trusting them, really. In fact, she doesn't really like people in general - and thus, has no qualms when it comes to cutting them down into non-existence. Upon seeing her and trying to interact with her, it's hard to really get a bead on her at all - and she's very intent on keeping it this way. She's aloof, and unconcerned with anyone but herself.

To her one friend, though, Luna's vastly different. You could even say it's a split personality - with Olivia, Luna's clingy, almost obsessively protective, yet romantic and competitive all at once. She always wanted to be the one to save Olivia somehow - rescue her from whatever was assailing her. Yet in a way, it was also looking down on her friend - almost tauntingly saving her from her troubles in daily life. It isn't all just fun and games though - Luna does genuinely wish for Olivia's well-being, and likes taking care of things so that she doesn't have to. In fact, from this stems a strong sense of justice, and right and wrong, and she's willing to get into a fistfight if it stops an injustice. You could see Luna as the stronger one - but in all honesty, she's the one that's dependent on Olivia, needing her admiration and friendship in order to feel like she has a place in the world. One could argue that these depths are what truly demonstrate Luna's personality.

Reflection:
Luna's reflection is, appropriately, a reflection on her desire for a white knight to come to the rescue. It's aegis, and modeled after those anime magical girls you see, except modified in a way that suits Luna. With it, she's a rather competent and ruthless fighter, and it's pretty difficult to counter her moves. Her two pieces of equipment are the sword and the cape.

Sword: The sword is rather long and somewhat curved in it's default form- although Luna can edit it as well to become serrated, or more piercing, or even being able to shear heavy armor apart, among other effects. The sword is almost the crux of her tactics - she can freely change its properties as she fights, allowing it to suit many different situations in which a sword could help, be it a rapier, an epee, a short sword, a cutlass, or even a zweihander or katana. Universal to all swords is a technique she calls 'True Blade' in which it automatically targets points in her enemy that snakes past it's guard, and thus can almost be guaranteed to deal damage.

Cape: The cape drapes down to almost knee length, connected to her left shoulder via the sleeve, in almost shimmering white. It's main purpose is to transform into two white feathered wings that give Luna the ability to fly at great speeds, for a few moments at a time. This makes it good for quick speedy dashes that are hard to anticipate, allowing her to utterly dart through a target before they even know she moved. They also offer protection in wing form, deflecting and parrying any medium-to-light attacks at the cost of flight, momentarily.

Bio:
Luna entered the Aether for one real purpose - save her only friend, Olivia. She quickly went on a murder spree, of course, once she found out that getting rid of reflections strengthened that of her own. Although now she relented from outright murdering everyone she comes across, she does still step in when someone is blatantly evil.. or perhaps, triggers some uncomfortable memories that lead to her downfall, and Olivia's demise. Since she came into this world, she's been hunting incessantly, almost single-mindedly for her friend, and a way to bring her back, as well as to apologize and atone for the part she played in her death. To attain this goal, Luna's willing to forsake absolutely anyone she has to, even herself. Saving Olivia at any cost is her goal. Setting right what once went wrong.

So begins...

Luna Carrow's Story

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Violet was sick of hearing that name. Day and night, in school or at home, it was always the same routine. Have you paid your respects for Leon today? Have you kept Leon’s room clean? Have you prayed for Leon’s spirit in heaven? Leon this, Leon that. The moment she was suspected of putting up any kind of lip, she’d be accused of being callous and insensitive, of never having loved her own brother at all. They were so preoccupied over his death that it’s like they forgot she even existed. What was she to them?
She threw another stone. It skipped a good five or six times before vanishing below the river’s surface, slight ripples in its wake. Another pebble launched forward from somewhere behind her, hitting the water at least nine times before sinking. That was pretty good. Instead of turning around to face the mysterious challenger, she picked out another rock on the ground and flung it. Four times. Letting out a sigh that sounded more relieved than exhausted, she turned around to a boy squatting some two or three feet behind her. He seemed to be wearing a school uniform, but she wasn’t aware of any schools nearby that enforced a dress code. Maybe it was a new policy?
“I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen a student in uniform,” she started, briefly making eye contact. A wave of uneasiness washed over her, but the sensation quickly faded as he returned her statement with a gentle smile. “Is your school from around here?”
“I’m not attending school,” the boy responded flatly, his smile from earlier now replaced with a slight frown. He rested his arms over his knees and cocked his head to the side. “What about you?”
“I’ve already dropped out,” she gave a noncommittal shrug, perhaps trying a little too hard to come off as nonchalant. “I don’t give a damn about what my parents say anymore. They’ve never cared from the beginning either way.” It was always Leon. That’s how it was back then and that’s how it still is even now, years later. They just couldn’t give it a rest, no matter what they had to sacrifice in the process. It’s almost as though they believed they were being watched and judged by him above. Heaven doesn’t even fucking exist.
“It exists,” the boy suddenly said, interrupting—or perhaps reading?—her thoughts. “It exists,” he repeated, his eyes narrowed and his voice more distanced. “Heaven…” He paused a moment in hesitation, a soft twinkle in his eyes that seemed to carry an unfathomable sadness in them. “…and Hell.”
His words—no, the way he said them—put her at a loss for words. She could feel the chills running down her spine. What did he mean by that? How did he know what she was thinking? Was she just thinking too much into it?
“How did you…?”
“I think it’s about time for me to start heading home,” the boy yawned, simultaneously standing up and stretching. His arms spread, extending above his head as he let out another yawn. His hair caught the glow of the setting sun, radiating a brilliant sheen of gold. The flowers swayed and danced with each breath of wind, the cool breeze melding seamlessly with the tranquil ambiance. The scene was breathtaking and she found herself staring longer than she should have. She’d been graced with the presence of an angel.
And with a blink of an eye, he simply vanished. Gone. Out of thin air. She blinked again, half-expecting him to come back. Of course, no such thing happened, but she was content. That feeling of warmth still lingered in the air and it blew a new breath of life into her. She was beyond questioning the nature of this sequence of events, satisfied with things as they were. The need to question had all but left her.

To be honest, she really didn’t believe it. Portals that lead into another dimension? That didn’t make any sense. There wasn’t any proof and all video evidence could be passed off as cheap visual effects. That kind of thing could easily be duplicated nowadays by any kid with a program you can snag off the shelf for a couple dozen bucks. Yet there she was standing, in front of one of the supposed altars that lead into the Aether. The locations of these things were certainly no secret—in fact, they were quite publicized. But honestly, who really believed any of that? It was large marble obelisk that rose about fifteen meters tall in a needle. Surrounding it in a circle was an array of similar but smaller stone posts.
She laid her palm flat against the stone surface. Was something supposed to happen? Was that all there really was to it? She sighed and backed up a few steps. She was an idiot for even trying. Why was she even here? It’s not like the entire thing didn’t smell of horseshit in the first place. As she turned around, she felt a subtle rumble underneath her feet. Slowly turning around, the smaller stones began sinking into the ground while the large one in the center split into four parts. She instinctively side-stepped so that she didn’t get laid flat when it came down. In the middle, there was a wide hole that was just wide enough for her to fit through. It looked more like a deathtrap than a portal to another dimension. To be honest, she was kind of expecting a ring of glowing light but she supposed that didn’t make much sense either. Though with everything she’s seen so far, she was starting to believe that maybe—just maybe there really was a world on the other side. All that was needed was this one last step.

Violet couldn’t tell how long it’s been since she’d hit the ground. There didn’t seem any way to reach the surface world again. It wasn’t that the entrance wasn’t possible to get to; it was that it just didn’t seem to exist anymore. Nor did sunlight. It was always dark—or at least musky—meaning all light had to be artificially created. The deep forest was a terrifying place to be in with nothing to light the way. The calls of animals that were common in forests on the surface were entirely absent here and that was perhaps the most unnerving thing. All she could hear was her own breathing and footsteps as she aimlessly wandered through the forest. At the very least, she wasn’t feeling hungry or thirsty despite having gone so long without anything to eat or drink, something she’d dismissed as a side effect of being in the Aether.
And it was no wonder why she was so startled when there was a sudden shuffling in the shrubberies somewhere behind her. She spun around, nearly tripping over her own feet as she walked backwards, watching her six with fearful eyes. She paused with bated breath, all sound having gone dead in the dark.
A small gray creature shot out from the bushes and leaped straight toward her, jaws wide open and its claws ready at its side. It must have been several meters away, but it was clearly going to land directly on her from the trajectory of its powerful jump. Violet’s eyes opened wide, knowing that there was nothing she could do. Fleeting thoughts entered her mind and then…
…it happened.
Something sharp and painful squirmed inside of her chest and burst out, feeling warm blood splash across her shirt. She could barely see what it was, but the thing snagged the creature out of midflight in its maw, splitting the monster in half between its razor teeth. The black, eyeless worm-like demon continued to coil out of her chest and dove toward the forest floor, hastily devouring the remnants of the creature it had just killed. Violet stared down at the thing in shock, touching it with shaking hands.
What…the fuck…is this?
Blood continued to spill from the hole it emerged from, its body scraping against the sides of the fissure in her chest. The pain was almost too much to bear, but for some strange reason she didn’t feel as though her life was in danger, but it didn’t end there. She felt the same sensation her back, only this time it was more static. Blades ripped out from her spine and extended outward in a spider-like formation around her sides. A massive eyeball appeared on her hand, staring unblinkingly back at her. Screaming, Violet stumbled back and landed on her rear, taken aback by this insane series of events. Somebody must’ve heard it because a new, unfamiliar figure made its way into the clearing, this one definitely human.
“Don’t look at me,” Violet whispered hoarsely with tears in her eyes, curled up as various appendages from her body thrashed and snapped around. The demon snarled and swung its head around and the blades sliced through the air and the dirt indiscriminately, kicking up dust and shredded leaves. “Please…don’t look…”

The stranger who went by the name of David had offered her clothes to replace her ripped ones, bringing her to some kind of settlement near the border of the forest. The room was lit by several candles, forcing away the darkness in every corner. Violet sipped a cup of water, looking warily up at the man. She'd calmed down for now, but she never wanted to experience that ever again.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, setting the cup back down.
“Don’t mention it,” he smiled. “You headed anywhere?”
“I…don’t really know where I’m going,” she shook her head. “I’m looking for somebody.”
“Everyone’s looking for somebody,” he laughed. “Sorry, I can’t help you there. The only way out of the forest is through the ravine, but the only problem is that it’s swarming with monsters. This settlement’s been holding a discussion on banding together to clear it out so everyone can move on. Of course, you can always go back the other way, but that’s arguably much more dangerous, especially if you plan on traveling on your own.”
“When’s the next meeting?” she asked.
“Right now,” David shrugged. “It’s happening in the next room. Want to listen in?”
“S-Sure,” she nodded hesitantly. It wasn’t like her to be so timid and uncertain of herself, but she’d never been so frightened in her life so she couldn’t really say that she could help it. She followed the man into the next room where the meeting was taking place. There were quite a few people there, only all of these people seemed to be different or have something on them. Violet was the only one in the room that wasn’t visibly different from a normal human being.
“You bring a ghost in here David?” one masked man asked.
“No, she’s one of us,” he said, seating Violet down in an empty chair. “Go on with the discussion.”
Violet glanced around nervously at the faces around her, fidgeting anxiously with her hands. What was going to happen from now on? She took a small breath and listened.

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"Another one!? Dang, she's a bit young." Patraeko called out from behind the two, his voice was spoken in a very cocky tone. It seemed crazy how Patraeko had first made his appearance behind the two, but he had already made it next to Violet, crouching down to get to her level. "You sure you ain't stumbled upon the entrance here? Accidental discovery eh?" His tone seemed more insane as he rested his hand on Violet's shoulder, his cybernetic eye seemed to be scanning her body all over, the small red line moved side to side as if it were a pupil.

"Don't kill it" A high pitched voice sounded from behind Violet, the source of the voice appeared in the form of a red and green parrot which flew down and perched on Patraeko's shoulder. "One more til big One-Zero, don't kill it, kill that, not that" The bird continued on repeating the sentence until Patraeko stood and raised his robotic arm to silence the bird.

"Shush, Jeremy." Patraeko ordered in a very serious voice. "Anyway, sorry for being late guys! I was caught up fighting a rogue seeker, he made number 9!" Patraeko moved around the room as he spoke, jumping and spinning as if he was trying to dance. The parrot flew after Patraeko, trying to perch on his shoulder. As soon as Patraeko reached the seat a couple seats down from where Violet sat. He jumped and performed a front flip, only to land on the chair, sitting down. The parrot joined him by perching on his shoulder.

"Continue"

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There was voice from behind her as Violet seated herself. This wasn't so much a cause for concern as the fact that he suddenly laid a hand on her. A myriad of switches went off in her head and she found herself swinging her arm at him.

"Don't touch me!" Violet shrieked, bucking in her chair. A single blade ripped out of her skin and extended outward, nearly within range to slash him. The room suddenly went silent, blood dripping from her hand. Her fingers curled and her breathing became labored, her vision a haze. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" she said hoarsely, grasping her shoulder as though a great deal of harm had been done to it. "I'll wring your fucking neck if you touch me again," she hissed, the blade retracting back underneath the flesh of her arm. Sitting beside her, David raised a brow, surveying the faces of the others at the meeting.

"What's everyone stopping for?" he said, ignoring the outburst. "Carry on."

Violet lowered her arm, her arm shaking as she rested her hands in her lap. "Don't fucking touch me," she whispered to herself, an empty glint her eyes. Her breathing had slowed down a little but she had trouble containing herself. No matter how furious she became, this was one place where she needed to maintain self control. Unlike the surface world, if she lost it here, she might really kill somebody. Violet closed her eyes and flushed all thoughts from her mind.

"Don't worry about it," David said. "Just be more careful next time."

"He mentioned something about a seeker," Violet said quietly as not to disturb the discussion. "What is that?"

"That's what we all are," he answered. "People who come down into the Aether."

"Why would they fight each other?"

"It's a bit of a handful to explain right now," he sighed. "I'll explain it to you after the meeting's over."

"I still think we need Ezekiel for this," one woman said on the opposite side of the room. "He knows the Aether better than any of us and he can probably handle himself in any situation no matter how rough things get. He can keep us safe."

"Yeah, but who's gonna go look for him?" a second man said. "He left, but he never mentioned if he was coming back or not. If we lost people out there looking for someone who isn't even around anymore, we won't have enough people to push through the ravine once we come back."

"It's a risk we have to take," a third one said. "We don't know if we can make it as it is."

"I don't think so," he shook his head. "We don't know for sure."

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Patraeko said or did nothing while he sat. Instead, he stared over at Violet. Recalling the images in his head, touching her only for her to lash out at him. Bit mean. At least he managed to keep his cool by dodging back and dancing around the room. He giggled to himself as he thought about dancing around the room. Damn he must've looked like an idiot.

"Hmm... What do you think, Jeremy?" Patraeko spoke quietly towards the parrot, trying not to interrupt the meeting.
"One-Zero! No. Good. Don't kill it." The parrot repeated yet again to Patraeko.
"Stop acting as if that's all you can say, just be quiet and wait til later."

Patraeko leant forward and rested his head on his hands, still glaring over to Violet. Jeremy jumped off of his shoulder and stood on the table, also staring over at Violet.

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#, as written by Rann
Another day, another nothing. The goatee'd man sighed a little, brushing dust off of his clothes with his hands. It had been a while since he entered the Aether - no real reason, really, he just had too much pent up stress in the real world, and wanted an escape. Jobs, love, relationships, expectations, rules, red tape... so many things just messed with him, and he was really beyond his limit by the time he had decided to look into the occult. He wasn't really like the other seekers - not really looking for any person persay, because he hadn't really lost anyone in his life. He just wanted to get away from it all. Live in a way where he didn't have to worry about the pains of daily life, all the stress and pain of society. In this way, he didn't have to do any of that, and could live out his days in peace and quiet, secluded from any settlement.

He even decided to abandon his name back in the real world - it wasn't required anyways. His life in the aether was completely separated from whatever his old persona was. There was no real resemblance whatsoever - it was a complete cognitive disconnect. It was just the way he wanted. Peace, and quiet. The solitary life. This kind of tranquility... it really didn't exist in real life. Not at all. It wasn't as if he hated real life or anything, or the people even. He just didn't fit in with how society worked - so why not ditch out? That's what he did. And far into the foreseeable future, he knew he'd not regret his decision.

So when he saw a small form walking up from the distance, the man really was confused. She looked young - no idea how old she was, really, but at the very least, at the time she entered this world, she must have been somewhere in her teen years. Or, at the very least, be short. It was hard to tell many details of her body - most of it was covered by a long dark grey cloak that covered most of her. She really was tiny. And, well, the man didn't really know how to respond at first. He opened his mouth - it felt creaky and odd, as if he hadn't opened it in a long time. He tried to work his tongue - that worked even less. It felt utterly alien. So while he tried to greet the girl somewhat jovially, what instead happened was him staring at her, mouth agape. And that earned a sharp, almost haunted glare from the girl.

"...Suspicious." She muttered.

What was suspicious? He tried to say it, but it only came out as 'whaspshious?" and the girl cocked an eyebrow uncomfortably, almost menacingly. The man tried again, but with no real success.

The girl really did look haunted, as if she was incessantly hunting for something that was unattainable. As if she'd given up on everything but the end goal. She walked with confidence and purpose, and honestly, it made the man feel somewhat in awe. Someone like her was truly someone to watch out for - she had power. And the mindset to make use of that power, for whatever ends she may have. No guardian to see - so she had to have some kind of self or aegis reflection. Probably a speed type, what with her small subtle movements and almost calculated shifts in position. And at last, the two were face to face, the man dwarfing her in physical size, but the girl towering over him in terms of presence.

"Rumors." The girl said, looking at the man in distaste. Her entire body was coiled up, as if she was a snake - her muscles were tensed to the point that one wrong move from the man would send her into a killing position, most likely. It was the first time in a long time the man felt fear. "People say there's a rapist around. You look likely." Her mouth curved downwards in irritation. "Gonna defend yourself, or are you just gonna stand there and let me kill you?"

"I'm innocent!" The man spurted out - although it came out slurred and blurred together into indistinguishability. The girl almost huffed and shrugged.

"Heh." She lowered the hood of her cloak, revealing a too-wide, almost crazed smile. "So be it!"

She brandished her left hand, and sparkles almost seemed to flow from them. Sparkles? The man just stared in shock - self reflection, then? Sparkles? What?

"Justice unto you!" She shouted, looking almost embarrassed. The area around her seemed to mold the moment she said it -was it like a key phrase, or something? She then shimmered and her whole body seemed to shine a bright lavender color. The cloak then wrapped around the feminine shape, making it ambiguous and shifting, before suddenly puffing out behind her, now attached and more like a ruffled and torn cape behind her, attached to her almost wing-like left sleeve. Her arms went together at the elbow, and her body arched forwards - the something akin to a skirt appeared to explode from behind her, before encircling around to it's entirety. Extra frills appeared under the skirt, unleashing another wave of sparkles that rested around her feet. The girl went back into almost a standing position, before twirling around - sparkled reaching up and wrapping around her chest and torso, before turning into a fluffy lavender and white one-piece, melting together with the skirt. A cup-like right sleeve emerged at the same time. The girl made a twirl - lavender tendrils wrapped around her feet, forming thigh length boots. Her hair cascaded out -was it getting longer? - and was done up into a graceful pony tail, the elastic emerging from the sparkles that were floating all over. The girl then spun again, this time faster and lower, and a long curved serrated sword burst out from the somewhat sword-and-wing like crest on her left hand. Her arm swung as a dark purple ribbon burst from her chest, attaching to the dress, while standing in an aggressive stance.

Somehow the above happened in less than a second in actuality - all anyone really could see was her being enveloped in a lavender light, and emerging from it in magical girl form. She aimed the sword threateningly towards the man, in a mockery of those cheerful and adorable anime magical girls, a look of righteousness and fury on her face. The man took a defensive stance, fire twisting around his wrists in preparation for an attack. A fight was inevitable at this point.

The cape suddenly tore apart, into two bits - two ripped up and almost demonic wings. The next second, the girl surged forward with incredible speed - the fire blasted uselessly at where the girl once was - it was already too late. The girl had knocked him over and now was holding his body down. The crooked grin on her face only twisted further in pleasure.

"This is for your victims!" She screamed, and stabbed the sword downwards, twisting the weapon around in the man's stomach. Blood spurted out and his form contorted in agony - a scream exploding from his mouth. What appeared to be meaty tissue mixed with intestines was bubbling out of the wound. The girl only giggled and drove the weapon down again, eliciting another cry of helplessness from the man.

What could he do? He was absolutely innocent. And yet, the girl seemed determined to place the blame on him. He only wanted to live a life away from everyone, so why was this happening? The girl whistled nastily and her hands went down to his pants, preparing to undo the zipper and pull them down.

"I should cut this thing off." The girl growled. "Serves you right. Filth. Trash. It's only justice...." Smirk. "Right?"

She wrenched the pants down... revealing smooth skin. No genitalia whatsoever. The girl stared at it in shock for a few seconds, before shaking her head, and staring again. Calculations seemed to run through her mind at incredible speed, before she got off the man, doing a little spin in the air remove the blood from her body. Her eyes remained cold and unwavering on the man.

"....So, you're innocent." She murmured curtly. "Shouldn't have looked so suspicious."

The man gurgled something, but the girl refused to acknowledge his existence any longer.

"Time to keep hunting." She sighed with resignation. "Kill him. Get stronger. Hopefully find Olivia on the way." A hesitant pause. "...Maybe."

The girl then tore her cape apart again kinetically, transforming them into wings and took flight aimlessly, until she spotted a giant magma thing walking, leaving behind the innocent and helpless man. The girl descended, quickly shifting back into non-magical form, letting the cloak drape around her once again, and putting the hood back over her head. It looked like a boy - unconscious, perhaps out of fear, but he didn't look like the type to be a rapist, did he? She landed deftly on the magma monster, beside the boy, before tapping him a few times. Maybe he had some information.

Perhaps.

"Hey." She muttered in a monotone voice, punctuating each word with a poke in the cheek. "Boy. C'mon. Wake up. I gotta ask you some shit already."

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As the magma colossus continued walking away from the gorge from which it had risen out of, a girl suddenly landed upon its hand, directly next to its new master. What she wanted wasn't clear, but the giant's other hand began to rise when she approached the boy, as if to attack her. When she didn't try to harm him, it also did not strike, though its hand still remained in position.

No one could really tell what the titan was thinking at any given time, but it was clear it was ready to protect its master from anything that it deemed a threat.

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A rhythmatic series of jabs to the face caused Michael to finally awaken from his nightmare...or whatever he had experienced in the gorge. Rubbing his face, he started to rise, feeling his entire body had been soaked from the cold sweat he had broken into...that apparently hadn't stopped even when he was sleeping. Was his heart beating faster, still? This was really bothersome...but terrifying, of course. If he met that giant again, what would happen? Would he have a mental breakdown again?

There was no point in worrying about all this, so he looked around to see who had been poking him in the cheek. It seemed to be a girl with black hair, barely older than he was. "O-oh...hello," he greeted awkwardly, giving his best smile that he could after the trauma episode. "Well...I'm awake now. You were sayi-"

But his words froze midsentence, for as he was looking up to her, he noticed that the magma colossus from before was also there...and holding them in its hand, even. Once again, his mind blanked out, and he suddenly fell back down in the giant's hand, his eyes wide and his entire body tense. His vision blurred with a crazed combination of whatever he was seeing now, and the events that the magma colossus reminded him of...

It seemed the boy was awake. And given his sudden self-interruption, perhaps he was completely new to this whole aether thing. Though... there wasn't much of a reason for such a fearful reaction? In her current form, she was utterly inconspicuous. And the monster wasn't even that bad. Just a giant magma lump, or whatever. While she knew that there must have been some kind of symbolic reason as for why the boy's reflection spawned a guardian, it didn't really matter all too much to her. She focused her gaze on the boy, rearranging her hood slightly.

"I'll explain all this shit later." She said flippantly, gesturing at the guardian. "Just answer me this first, boy. I was thinking. You look kinda girly." She paused, chuckling a little. "...You kinda act girly too. So maybe your fear reaction was cuz of this rapist I heard goin' around. You seen him? Know where he went?" She sighed, still sneering at the boy. "I was hunting him for the past few weeks. Scum. Y'know. But yeah. Any idea where he mighta gone, boy?"

Though he could tell even in his nightmare...actually, he had no idea what he was supposed to call it, since he was still awake...that the girl was talking to him, Michael could barely hear her over his memories. He couldn't respond at all for a few minutes, before the hallucination ended abruptly. Gasping for breath, Michael put a hand on his heart, just to make sure it was still there. When he felt as though he had calmed down enough, he started trying to respond, but it all came out in a quiet, raspy voice that was completely different.

"...I...I haven't seen any...rapist at all...or anything here...really," he replied, trying not to look at her, for if he looked in her direction, he'd be looking at the magma giant directly. "...I...just entered...the Aether...some time ago. Fainted...when I came in."

Of course, he could divulge into the reasons why he had fainted, but he was trying his absolute best not to go into it.

If the girl really cared at all about the boy or whatever, she'd have thought more about what kind of thing would make the boy faint so suddenly. She took a cursory glance at the scenery - there really wasn't anything special around, unless the Guardian counted. So... magma-based trauma? In any case, it didn't matter. What did matter was that this boy had no lead whatsoever on her hunt. She prepared to unleash her wings again, when she remembered that she said she'd explain the whole deal to the newcomer. So, perhaps grudgingly, the girl sat down again, almost uncomfortably.

"...Whatever." She said, with a lazy frown. "Guess I gotta get you up to speed..." She poked the boy again. "What do I even call you? Just boy all the time ain't really gonna cut it." She then gestured at herself. "I'm Luna, by the way. Been here much longer than you."

It was only after the girl had moved herself right next to him that Michael finally started looking in her direction...well, she didn't seem very friendly, but at least she was bothering to give him a hand. At first, Michael was about to stand up, but his legs were too weak from the trauma, and he ended up clumsily falling back down. "Ah...I am Michael Aefenleoht," he replied, keeping his voice as steady as he could as he nodded in her direction. Wasn't exactly a bow, but it would work. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. Um...just call me whatever you want, I suppose?"

Michael whatevertheshit. The last name was too confusing, and it didn't really seem worth it to bother. And Michael sounded kind of silly. Mike would have to do. Mike the boy that wasn't really very manl- anyways. That didn't matter. The girl relaxed on the hand, figuring she might as well take the time to rest a little before ditching the runt and hunting again.

"So, Mike." She started. "I ain't gonna ask why you're here. That's personal shit. But you do gotta know that... there're demon things. They wanna kill ya. That means combat. Relyin' on your Guardian - the magma dude - who, by the way, is a lot bigger than most Guardians I seen. So I s'pose you got lucky there." She stretched her arms. "Anyways. Yeah. Demon things. Combat. Gotta get over whatever's got you afraid if you wanna survive in here. This magma dude's your only ally. Understood?"

Well, "Mike" would work, he supposed...but when Luna said he had to rely on his guardian, which was the magma colossus of all things, Michael stared at her with disbelief and dismay. He started to protest the idea, before he realized that there was really no point in protesting--she knew the land better than he did, so she probably was more aware of what was going on. "...some luck I have," he sighed, eyes focused unusally closely upon his hands...no wait, he couldn't look at them, either, not with the new green marking that had appeared. "Um...I'd like to ask more, but...I think I'm a, um, bit of a special case, so never mind. Well...is there anywhere we can go, then...like, where the demons won't attack us, or something?"

Looking the boy over... who really did seem utterly terrified of pretty much everything, Luna figured that it really was a shame. If he was stronger mentally, he'd be an amazingly powerful fighter, what with the Guardian. Of course, Guardian Reflections leave the seeker themself to be vulnerable, doesn't it? So... in any case, the boy would have to learn some basic self defense. Or... just go to some settlement and stay there, where he'd be surrounded by others. That's the coward's route though - but perhaps it suited him just fine. He wouldn't have to really fight - but then, he wouldn't be able to find whatever it is he's looking for, either.

It really did suck. Luna'd probably have a better time finding Olivia if she had a strong companion to sic on whatever's too strong for herself to handle.

"There's some place with people up ahead." Luna pointed in the direction. "Though, y'know. Demons can still get in. But there's safety in numbers." A sigh. "...Though it's kinda stupid. Can't look for what ya came here for, ya know?"

Well, as good a time as any to describe the whole Reflections shindig.

"Anyways. Y'got three different types of reflections. You're a Guardian type." She grabbed his face and aimed it at the magma dude. "In which y'got that guy, for example, protecting your ass." She then quickly shimmered lavender, emerging in her magical girl outfit after whispering her catch phrase and looking away briefly (conveniently at the point in which Mike started to laugh, but barely managed to suppress it before any sound could come out or when she turned back.). "...Y'got Aegis. That's me. Enchanted equipment and stuff. Like my sword." She quickly changed back. "Then y'got self reflection. Like, body mods, or super powers. Y'could have better reflexes, maybe. Or shoot lighnting outta your nipples. Shit like that." She poked the b- Mike again. "Ya gettin' it so far?"

Michael shot an annoyed glance in her direction. "Would you mind not poking me so much?" he asked, before his expression changed back to its normal smile...which wasn't necessarily genuine, but let us ignore that for now. "But, yes, I think I get it."

"You're helpless." Luna said smugly. "Kinda like someone I kn- anyways. Yeah. And helpless people're fun to poke." She then conjured up a small dull rapier, and tossed it at Mike, hilt first. "Swing that 'round a bit. You're gonna have to fight yourself too, at least a little bit. Just in case. Magma dude don't look like a fast type."

As he caught the unsheathed weapon (it was best not to ask where it had come from), Michael sighed. Helpless, she had called him. It wasn't exactly the most encouraging thing to hear after a trauma attack...Ugh, I shouldn't be thinking of that now! Carefully propping himself up with the thin blade, he tested his legs to see if they were actually capable of working now. To his relief, they were. "So...I guess I'll need to use this weapon, then." He tried stabbing through the air with it, but of course his arm was shaky, and he was sure he looked silly. Hell, Thomas would be laughing at him ri-

Shouldn't. Think. About. Thomas.

Michael was about to sheath the rapier, but he remembered there was no sheath, and he was just making himself look even more idiotic. With a sigh, he put it back down. "Well...thank you for telling me about this place, Luna."

....This really was hopeless. Mike just didn't really seem good or whatever, with a sword. Perhaps it'd take time. Luna more or less ignored the thanks - she's a knight of goddamn justice, didn't need no thanks - and brandished her left hand. Her mark glowed, and yet another sword popped out. She did this a few more times until there was a small, yet worthy selection. A greatsword, a claymore, a cavalry sword, an estoc, a zweihander, even a shortsword and an epee. There was also a katana, but she had a feeling Mike wouldn't go for that one. She gestured at the selection with a grin.

"So maybe a rapier ain't your style." She said. "Pick whatever feels right t'you, I guess. Then we can ask some smithy in the settlement t'make you a sheath for it, after you try it out." She looked fondly at the weapons. "A sword's gotta feel like an extension of your own arm, y'know. Gotta feel natural. If it's awkward, y'won't be able to use it in a pinch."

Though Michael was actually tempted to pick up the katana just to see what it was like, he figured it was the worst possible choice. He looked among the other weapons, already knowing he wouldn't be able to weild something too heavy, so the zweihander was out of the question, too...after going through the other swords, he picked up the claymore and started swinging it around. This one felt a little more right, but he needed two hands to wield it. Oh well, better than nothing...hopefully he could find someone to teach him how to use it.

"Then, I guess I'll go with this one," he declared, holdng it up. "Is it really okay, though, for you to just be handing me your swords?"

"I got plenty of spares." Luna shrugged, before conjuring her own favorite, a curved cavalry sword. "Wanna have a go?"

"W-wait, now?!" Michael stared at her with disbelief. "Um...I don't know if I'd like to do that...you know, we might..." How was he supposed to word this without feeling silly? Somehow, though, it didn't feel like the palm of the magma colossus...or rather, his cruel joke of a Guardian...was the best place for a duel. "Um...maybe when we get to the settlement," he sighed.

That reminded him, he needed to tell his Guardian to head to the settlement. Would it listen to him, though...? "H-hey. Guardian," he called up, without looking at its face himself. "We, uh, need to go in that direction, okay?" His hand pointed in the direction that Luna said the settlement was in.

To his surprise, the Guardian immediately turned and began to move in that direction without any questions or delays. Perhaps it wouldnt' be that much trouble after all...maybe. All he needed to do was get over his fear of it...

Luna waved a hand and dispelled the extra swords, before putting herself back into a relaxed position.

"Seeing as you're all weak right now..." She laughed. "Guess I'll stick 'round for a bit. Maybe use you as bait to draw the rapist out once we're there. Sure are girly enough." Oddly enough, she didn't really mind the kid too much. Maybe it was because he was similar to Olivia in some ways - but perhaps not, and he was just too sympathetic for her Knight of Justice self to ignore. In any case, it seemed she was going to accompany him for at least a little bit. Maybe she'd eve enjoy it. Poking him sure made her day, after all.

Eying her with a rather annoyed...and maybe nervous...look, Michael hoped she was joking about the part about bait, even if he was mostly sure she was. "Well...thank you," he replied awkwardly. Well, it was nice to not have to travel alone, he supposed...

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Meanwhile, if the people in the same room as Violet looked out the window, they would see a certain magma colossus far away, but advancing towards the settlement...

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Jeremy whistled as he looked out of the window. "Mr. Payemyndii, look!" Jeremy called to Patraeko as he jumped back onto his shoulder while looking out of the window.
"I told you, there is no need to be formal." Patraeko spoke while he turned around to look out of the window at the massive magma titan walking towards the settlement. "Wow... That is not something you see every day. Hm.. I wonder how many days have passed..."

Patraeko stood up and wondered over to the door. "Hey guys, I'm gonna go say hi to our visitor." He spoke with an insane tone, he seemed happy to go into action. "Hey, One-Zero, care to join me?" Patraeko directed his offer towards Violet, giving her that name due to what his parrot was saying and because he did not know her name.

The people in the room did not object to Patraeko's decision, he was too unpredictable to deal with. The guy strikes fear into their hearts and they all would love to get rid of him, but his skills in fighting and the way he deals with things is irreplaceable. No matter if he was insane or not.

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Drannec awoke, gently nudged by a fox's snout. He was in a small home, and he didn't know about the meeting going on just across the road. Hell, he didn't even know there was a magma colossus coming towards his sorry excuse for a home.

Drannec. I saw something outside... well, you'll want to see it yourself. Gris shifted into a mink, and walked by Drannec as the two of them exited the windowless home, to see...

Outside was a massive, deadly-looking magma giant. It was easily taller than Drannec's poor little house, and that meant it was probably something he should avoid. And yet... if he could study how something made of lava-- of molten stone, that is-- could gain an animate form...

Did it classify as a beast? Was it a magic golem, or some strange animal? He walked over to get two things-- his pack, and his sturdy metal staff. He called to Gris, who was pacing near the door restlessly, obviously worried about the chance of an attack from the lava monster. Gris, do you thing we can study that thing? It'd be a great addition to my report!

His report was already pages long, simply on the flora of the Aether-- and he'd only been here a month. At the behest of others-- mostly Gris-- he hadn't chased after any of the fauna.

I can't fight a being of lava, Drannec. It'd kill me in a heartbeat. Why don't we--

Drannec didn't give Gris a chance to continue, heading out the door with paper and pencil in his pockets and the metal staff in his hand.

Ugh. At least ride there, you silly little scientist. Gris shifted into an elk, her usual form, and ran in front of Drannec.

The two of them traveled closer to the lava colossus, and found... some kid, and an intimidating lady with a sword. As Drannec hopped off Gris, both of them were surprised at how docile the lava-beast appeared-- though "docile" in their mind was "not burning the forest down, yet". Still, it was a welcome change. Drannec approached the two.

"Hello! Say... this sounds like an odd question, but what is the nature of that lava monster you have there? Is it an animal from some part of the Aether I've not seen, or... something else?" As Drannec said those words, the back of his mind silently hoped it wasn't just another reflection. Reflections were useless to his overall cause-- well, other than Gris, of course-- as they couldn't be studied properly. Yet they were the only beasts he'd seen so far-- well, the only things close to beasts he'd seen.

Drannec awaited a response from the two strange people on the road.


(OOC notes stuff: I'll only be using italics for Gris/Drannec mental conversations, just so it's clear)

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As they continued to walk through the (not so) heavenly realm, Michael couldn't help but marvel at the scenery below him. It almost seemed like the trees were more vividly colored here than in the reality he came from...not to mention, the legs of his unfortunately designed Guardian were not burning them, no matter how close they brushed, although he wasn't sure if that was an attribute of the guardian itself or of the trees.

"Hello! Say... this sounds like an odd question, but what is the nature of that lava monster you have there? Is it an animal from some part of the Aether I've not seen, or... something else?"

Confused, Michael looked around for the source of the voice, only knowing it came from far below. By the time he noticed the man riding an elk on the ground, he was alarmed by how close he was to the leg of his Guardian. "Whoa! Stop!" He shouted frantically, and the Guardian immediately obeyed. "Um...bring us down," Michael continued, and the hand lowered to the ground, allowing him and Luna to safely descend.

"Um...hello," he greeted the man on the elk with a bow. "I am Michael Aefenleoht, and this is Luna." He then gestured to the magma titan behind him. "And this is my Guardian, to answer your question." The titan, however, simply returned to its original standing position and made no acknowledgement of the man or the elk at all.

A bit lost on what other conversation he could make, Michael gestured to the elk. "That's a fine creature you have there," he commented politely. He had never seen one of them in real life before...funny he was seeing it close up in the Aether of all places! In any case, this man looked...somewhat arrogant, but at least fairly trustworthy. "Say, do you know if we're getting close to, uh, a settlement or something of the sort?"

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What was she doing here, really? Luna was pretty... meh, it didn't really matter anyways. She felt more or less somewhat neutral to all of this. Maybe a little anxious to hurry up and find the rapist. Her left hand clenched a bit - damnit if there'd be another victim before she took the damn rapist down. She was a Knight of Justice, wasn't she? She had to do it. And... perhaps she could get Olivia's attention like that, too. She didn't even really know how she'd locate or recognize Olivia within the Aether - but she sort of hoped that it'd come naturally.

...Missing someone that was enough to be your second half really was harrowing. And it was the only thing that was keeping her going, too. How she'd failed Olivia, how she'd been the reason for - well... perhaps it was arguable what the true reason for her death was, but Luna sure didn't help things. Sure, she'd messed up terribly... fucked up pretty much everything. But she was determined to set it right.

They were getting to that quaint little town. Luna could see it in the distance pretty easily. Once there, she'd work on Mike until he was strong. Maybe that was for the best - with this gigantic Guardian, it was a certainty that Mike'd make a strong ally after some work. She glanced at the boy, shrugging slightly. Yeah, he'd need a lot of work. Luna swung her sword a bit, relishing it's curved edge. It really was her favorite, and it meshed well with her ability to fly. Her flight gave her almost a pseudo-cavalry type effect, allowing her to charge at a high speed at her foe. Coincidentally, the sword was good for slashing and thrusting movements while at a higher level and speed - so it really did mesh well with her style. It was long, though, but she modified it's weight to be workable against most unarmored foes with no stamina or speed penalty.

Her vision snapped to... a man riding some deer with antlers thing. Luna glared at the most-likely-a-Guardian, and readied herself to transform. Her whole body tensed up - the only problem was the terrible activation phrase. Honestly, it was demeaning. It... was cheesy and - oh, whatever.

"Hello!" The man greeted in a grating voice. "Say... this sounds like an odd question, but what is the nature of that lava monster you have there? Is it an animal from some part of the Aether I've not seen, or... something else?"

"Whoa! Stop!" Magma dude stopped. Luna had a wry grin on her face- already, Mike was learning how to command the Guardian. "Um...bring us down," And so, magma dude brought them down, in order for the boy to make introductions. Luna lowered her sword just a bit. Maybe he wasn't a threat. But... he could be the rapist. She took the time to transform, murmuring her activation phrase as quietly as possible, quickly shifting from shimmering lavender to her magical girl outfit, cavalry sword, cape, and all, and hopped down from the hand herself.

"Are ya blind or somethin'?" Luna snorted derisively at the pink-haired boy. "It's right up ahead, maybe a few more minutes." She gathered saliva and spat onto the ground at her feet. "Silly."

She then turned her attention to the elk-rider, frowning slightly, menacingly. Perhaps it was time to try and glean some information. He, at the very least, seemed as if he'd been in the Aether for a longer time than Mike had. So then, she took the opportunity to split her cape into wings, and rush directly at the man, stopping with her sword only inches away from his throat.

She paused, staring the man down threateningly. That long auburn hair.... giving him an almost shaggy look, Luna found it potentially suspicious. Could he be the one? The ever-so-elusive rapist she'd been hunting for the past few weeks? If so, why would he approach her now?

"Rumors." She almost growled. "A rapist goin' 'round. Ya heard of him?" She drew her face closer to his. "Perhaps you're him?"

In hindsight, even if he was the rapist, he'd probably answer in the negative anyways, right? Who'd just admit it, inches from death? Maybe she'd just run him through, to be safe. But... killing someone without giving them a chance to explain themselves... it's not very heroic or justice-y. Against her better judgment, she decided to wait and see what he said.

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Well, that was disappointing. Another Guardian... hmph. Where were the fascinating beasts that musty old tomes spoke of?

Best to put that aside, Drannec. I can't protect your sorry hide from everything. Gris was as practical as ever-- disappointingly. Ah, well, that was what she was there for, right? To make sure he didn't get his sorry bum killed.

"That's a fine creature you have there. Say, do you know if we're getting close to, uh, a settlement or something of the sort?"

Drannec looked at the boy, who seemed shaken by something or other. He looked... new. Kind of like Drannec, really, but at the very least Drannec had been in the Aether for a couple months.

"Thank you, kind sir. And yes, your friend there is right. There's a settlement nearby; in fact, that's where I live."

Just as Drannec finished, the intimidating one-- the woman-- gave him a piercing glare, the challenging sort.

"Rumors." She almost growled. "A rapist goin' 'round. Ya heard of him?" She drew her face closer to his. "Perhaps you're him?"

Rapist? The worst thing Drannec had ever done-- well, he was Thomas then-- was a bit of credit dodging, and cheating on a test.

Haven't heard anything like that in the sky. Heard a lot worse, though-- couple of mass murders.

"I've never heard those rumours. Hmm. Well, I'll keep an eye out for someone like that-- they sound dangerous." Drannec tried to change the subject, hoping to shake off the woman's intimidating glare.

"So, uh... Michael and Luna, right? What's been going on around the Aether? I've been, ah, holed up in my home for a while, so I haven't really heard much. In fact, you two are the biggest news this week!"

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"Me, blind?" Michael sounded the slightest bit stung as he said this, although he still tried to be as polite as possible. "I mean, my father and older brother used to tease me about how much I endlessly pored over my books for hours and hours, but aside from that my vision is sufficient." It took a moment for him to realize he had alluded to his family again, and he let out a sigh, his mood dampened a bit. At least he hadn't droned on for too long about it yet.

Just as he finished, he stared at Luna with horror as she spit upon the ground, and outright accused him of being the rapist he was looking for. "Um...I apologize for her behavior," he sighed, pointing at Luna with an open palm. Honestly? Forget all those silly standards everyone seemed to place for women, even Thomas hadn't been that irreverent--and that was really saying a lot, because his older brother sometimes seemed to go out of his way just to be as irritating as humanly possible...

Not that it changed the fact that Michael had come for him. "As for news...well, there isn't really anything I'm bringing, for I just arrived in the Aether a few...uh..." Actually, come to think of it, he had no idea how long he had been unconscious. "Well, a relatively short amount of time ago, to put it plainly. As for Luna...well, have you heard about anything, aside from the rapist?" Then he remembered something else, and turned back to the man. "Oh...I don't believe you introduced yourself, either."

As he spoke, he held the claymore behind his back. Currently, he didn't really trust the Guardian to hold it, even if it was supposed to be protecting him--even now, he didn't know what the Guardian was thinking as it silently gazed onward. But it didn't seem right to be carrying on such a casual conversation while holding weapons out in the open for people to see.

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"I've never heard those rumours. Hmm. Well, I'll keep an eye out for someone like that-- they sound dangerous." The man looked edgy and nervous .... but, as Luna had to grudgingly admit, not particularly guilty. He reacted as an innocent might have - so she pulled the sword away from his throat, and after a few quick movements, her sword was pulled back into her body through the mark on her hand, and she shifted back into her cloak-and-street-clothes outfit, feeling once again glad that her too-flashy combat costume was gone. Still, she felt the rigid kevlar vest underneath - probably the only bit of protection that wasn't connected to magic in any way. She walked back to Mike, feeling all the more frustrated that she wasn't getting any new leads on the rapist. For all she knew, he was hurting another victim right now, and here she was, hanging around with two strangers.

Though, admittedly, Mike had quite a few similarities with Olivia so far - and her missing Olivia was so intense that it was hard to draw away from the boy.

"Um...I apologize for her behavior," Mike said, and Luna stuck her tongue out at him, before turning once again to face the man.

"So, uh... Michael and Luna, right? What's been going on around the Aether? I've been, ah, holed up in my home for a while, so I haven't really heard much. In fact, you two are the biggest news this week!"

A recluse, then? So... not looking for someone in the Aether, that's for sure. Luna tried think - but gave up after a few seconds when nothing really came up, as for reasoning to enter the Aether in the first place. It didn't really matter, anyways.

"As for news...well, there isn't really anything I'm bringing, for I just arrived in the Aether a few...uh..." Mike paused for a moment, looking rather pensive. "Well, a relatively short amount of time ago, to put it plainly. As for Luna...well, have you heard about anything, aside from the rapist?" Then he remembered something else, and turned back to the man. "Oh...I don't believe you introduced yourself, either."

Michael was holding the claymore as he stepped off from the hand. That made Luna's mien twist into a bit of a grin. Lugging that sword around was likely to be good for him, help him acclimatize to the weapon's weight as well as gain some muscle mass in his dominant arm. He'd have to work his other arm too, since the sword is a two handed weapon, but that'd come with time, she supposed.

"I think... yeah." She took a glance around, and recognized the forest and saw a bit of a ravine going through it. "Some people here're tryin' to set up some group to fight demons in the forest." A thought suddenly came to her, and she glanced at Mike. "Hey. Mike, y'need combat practice, right? And I need to hunt for the rapist. What say we go to town an' help'em fight?" Her eyes almost gleamed from under her hood with eagerness. "Ya can get more experience, an' I can ask around for more leads and whatever. Ya up to it?"

Almost as an afterthought, she added on; "Oh, an' I guess I'll watch your back in the fight." Pointing a thumb at the elk-man. "Maybe get this guy to watch your ass, too."

Luna draped the cloak around her shoulders and started walking into town, excited at the prospect of maybe finally getting a lead on the rapists position, on where he was. Then she could dispense justice and get on with the Olivia hunt. That's what mattered most, after all.

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"I have a name and it's not 'one-zero,'" came the curt reply. "My name is Violet." The woman was still a little heated from earlier but she'd managed to keep herself under control for the moment. This was not the time for outbursts. Someone else that seemed to be around her own age suggested going out to search; Violet didn't know enough about this world to make a judgment call here, but it did lead to some more questions. "What's with all this jargon everyone's throwing around?" she whispered to David. "What's an Aegis?"

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," he answered, "but like I said earlier, I'll answer anything that I can once we're outside." He cleared his throat and threw in his own opinion on the matter at hand. "I concur," he said, nodding to Ambar. "If we try to force our way through, we'll lose too many people. Even if we don't end up finding him out there, the least we can do is turn back. It'll be much safer than plowing through the infested ravine, even if it's a long stretch of land to move through. If it does come to that, it'll still be manageable as long as we stay as a group."

"Go fuck yourself!" a man by the door shouted. "Do you have any idea how long it took for me just to get here? Maybe you should take your heads out of your asses and realize that some of us need to go this way." His eyes were slightly bloodshot and his breathing had grown heavier. "I know my daughter's out there somewhere beyond that crossing and I'm not turning back, not even if I have to push through it myself." He stood up and clenched his hands into fists, brilliant white sparks crackling across his hands. "We're crossing the ravine."

"Sit down," David said calmly, gesturing for him to settle down. "Nobody's certain of anything right now, but we need a solution that works for everybody-"

"Well it doesn't work for me!" he snapped. "How about the rest of you?" He said, raising his voice as he addressed the others present at the meeting. "Are you all okay with this? Gonna let these two assholes waste all of the progress we've made to come this far?" A sudden rumbling interrupted the flow of the conversation and their gazes were drawn outside as something incredibly massive could be seen making its way to the settlement from afar.

"The hell is that?" someone whispered.

"Everyone out," David said, a hint of command in his voice as he rose to his feet and made a sweeping motion with his arms. "This could be dangerous. Even if it's not a monster, nobody heads straight for a settlement with a massive guardian like that at their back unless they're planning a total wipeout. We need to move, now."

Violet hesitantly stood out of her seat, surveying their faces with an anxious expression. Guardians? Monsters? A wipeout? What the hell was going on?

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Lilliana sat propped against the wall of a strange building, in a strange new place. So it existed, The Aether, it wasn't as bad as people said it was, she just felt so...tired, and dizzy. She raised a paw to her head and groaned slightly, a groan accompanied by an unfamiliar growl, her vision was fuzzy as were the rest of her senses but finally as the fog in her brain began to dissipate and her vision cleared. The fuzzy paw appendage remained, the feeling of brushed fur and heated body a constant along with a keen flood of information from her other senses. For a moment, she panicked, patting down her body with wide eyes and trembling paws, her new tail only serving to madden her more with its nervous twitching and frantic flickering as she searched her body for any signs of humanity.

With a deep calming breath and a shudder, she pulled a note pad from her left pocket along with a pencil and began to frantically sketch on the open page. Light details, dark shadows, fine and accurate presses and strokes eventually left her with what could possibly be one of her most precious assets. A fine sketch of herself, of who she really was before she entered this place, a human. With a shaking hand she flicked the notebook to a new page and pocketed it with the pencil in tow, another deep calming breath and she was ready to try and stand, and whilst it first her strange padded feet discomforted her and left her stumbling and falling due to their strange angling with her legs. She eventually began to walk with small effort, her constant swerving ears and swaying tail however would take far longer to get used to, as well as the claws and constant flood of information she wasn't sure her brain could process.

Luckily that seemed to have adapted too, she should have expected such a reflection, at least her clothes hadn't been lost in transition, even with all the fur she could not imagine feeling very comfortable so exposed. Besides it would make her suit much more difficult to use, not to mention all the dirt and pieces of bark that she knew would get tangled within the strange mass of ha-. Her Suit!, Her tail began flickering and twitching again, only making her more nervous as her stumbling legs tried to run around the area she had entered, eventually finding the piece of machinery at the back of the building she had lain against. With another not so relaxed shuddering breath, she checked the various packs for the supplies she'd placed in them and found everything in correct order, climbing in through the back as per her own preference, her new limbs found themselves ill suited and uncomfortable for the machine. It was useable however, and that would suit well enough for now.

That is until she discovered another problem, with a final wrench and a crack that left her hunched over in pain and whimpering, she discovered a pair of wings that had lodged themselves in between some of the back plating, why did she have to get such a troublesome form? A gentle paw slowly and carefully folded them out of the plating, her control of the muscles within them less then novice. She managed to keep them folded to her back with difficulty and eventually sealed the suit completely, finding the space much smaller then she remembered, especially with twitching ears that flattened to her head in defeat, gracing what seemed to be pointed ivory horns. She was no longer surprised, only submissive that she was to live with this form until she retrieved what she had come for, it came in handy sooner then she ever thought possible as she hefted her large gun up into proper defensive position.

She heard the thumping before she booted up the hardware in her suit, the sensors finally kicking in and alerting her to somethings presence. "Little late you piece of junk" She grumbled, tightening her hold on the back and front grip of her gun, feeling the familiar weight calming her significantly as she trudged awkwardly to the front of the place she found herself stranded in. Her training had kicked in and she ignored all but what could be an enemy, her sensitive ears picking up scraps of the inside conversation, apparently they were leaving. If that was the case she would provide covering fire, she was completely oblivious to the lava monster or its companions, in fact anything that her instincts told her were friendly, instead getting down on one knee and bending the other, bracing herself and the suit. Locking a few plates together and holding the gun down by her hip, sweeping it back and forth as she scanned the horizon and flipping a lever back and forth with a whir and click as bullets rolled down in position to refill the weapons ammo box.

Locked and loaded, all she needed now was a target. Hoping that her new body wouldn't get too badly bruised and jarred by recoil and any damage the suit sustained, but she doubted it. "Just my luck." She joked with a determined grin. Waiting outside the strange building like a living statue.

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"Oh, an' I guess I'll watch your back in the fight." Pointing a thumb at the elk-man. "Maybe get this guy to watch your ass, too."

There was an expedition going on soon? Drannec had been writing a report on some of the trees nearby— sadly, it seemed that many of them were essentially the same as trees on Earth— for some time, but he should have heard of this. Gris, why didn't you tell me about the expedition? I could finally find some fauna to study!

I did tell you, you dope. You just pushed me off to compare tree bark, or something.

Ah. He didn't remember doing that, but it sounded right. Oftentimes such things went by in a blur.

"I'd be happy to help you on that expedition. It'd be more helpful to study new parts of the Aether, instead pf staying where it's relatively safe, after all."

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"Ah, Violet. Eh, One-Zero sounds better. Mind if I call you that?" Patraeko was going to call Violet One-Zero anyway, he was just being polite.

After listening to the volunteering people made, Patraeko couldn't resist. "If you guys are volunteering then I'll go too! Shit sounds fun, and my reflection will be a lot of help. How else do you think I can move with such speed and agility?" Patraeko moved around the room to demonstrate his speed. It was something you would expect from a cartoon, he moved from one area to another area amazingly quick, stopping in different positions which were quite comical as well.

As people began leaving the room, Patraeko noticed Violet was standing still. She seemed confused with what was happening, what a newbie. Patraeko had to do something if that big guy was dangerous. He quickly moved towards Violet and picked her up, holding her like a princess in his arms. "Come, One-Zero. The settlement needs us!"

"Ahahaha! You always wanted to say that Mr Payemyndii" Jeremy commented on Patraeko's words through his high pitched laughter.
"Got a problem? Anyway, lets go!"

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Michael nodded to both the man with the elk and Luna. "I thank both of you for helping me," he replied. "Then, I suppose I can go on the expedition as well. We might find some interesting bit of his...wait, never mind." Abashed, he reminded himself that the Aether probably had no recorded history, aside from what the other Seekers would have seen.

They were getting closer and closer to the settlement by now. Luna was already walking into town with a confident look, and Michael was ready to follow...but abruptly, he heard a hissing noise from above, and realized it was coming from his Guardian. Looking up, he was worried he would experience another trauma attack...but instead, he saw it grasping one of its lava tentacles in its hand, as though it was a whip. It drew its arm back, ready to slash...

"H-hey! Stop! Guardian, stand down! Now!" Michael ordered, but the magma titan simply remained motionless in that same position, like it was ready to attack at any time. Trying to find the source of it all, Michael turned and noticed a robotic suit holding a gigantic gun...where was the user aiming it at? Was that what was bothering his Guardian?

Leaving the claymore with the man on the elk, Michael moved towards the suit as close as he dared to, raising his hands to show he was unarmed. "Please, put the gun down!" he pleaded, hoping the user wouldn't open fire on him. "I'm not here to attack you!" Although, with the Guardian in position to strike, his words probably weren't too convincing.

Suddenly, he saw something else--a black girl was getting attacked by another girl...was "girl" even the right term for the second one?! Monstrous appendages soaked with the girl's own blood were bursting out of her body, with blades at the ends, and they were hacking away at the black girl. Eyes wide with horror, Michael began to run towards the two, forgetting about the robotic sentry, but they were gone long before he could get close. "What is...going on in this place?" he wondered as he gasped for breath.

Meanwhile, the colossal magma titan continued to loom above the city, whip in hand, still poised to lay waste to anything it believed would threaten its young master.

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Damnit, what the hell was going on? Sure, the magma dude was giant and strong, but was everyone really that cowardly as to run away instantly? Whatever, really. They're all daft, idiotic. Cowards. Luna grumbled angrily to herself as she wondered exactly how they could expect to want to defeat the demons in the ravine if they couldn't tell friend from foe whatsoever. She heard Mike yell something about his Guardian - and Luna turned her gaze upwards, seeing... rapid movement. A furry. Luna shuddered abruptly remembering some clients that - oh, whatever, ignore it. Ignore it, focus on the damned present. No need to dwell on whatever happened before.

...Idiot.

Luna quickly changed back into magical girl form, and telekinetically tore her cape behind her, allowing it to form those shredded wings once again and flew her way back to Mike and magma dude. The way he clumsily yelled 'Guardian' was amaturistic and, really, unneeded. She had traveled once with someone that had a Guardian Reflection, and they swapped little tidbits of advice together, comparing the differences between Aegis and Guardian. Course, Luna killed her in the end - turned out that said person had once run over a little girl with her car, paralyzing her for life, and as such, was deserving of justice, justice which Luna so readily meted out - regardless, it seems those few days would come to use for once. Conjuring her cavalry sword quickly, the lavender girl flew straight at Mike once again, with a serious look on her face.

..And then she poked his vulnerable cheek yet again.

"Piece of advice, boy." She said mockingly. "Ya should name the damn thing once ya can." She spun the sword in her left hand, between the index and the thumb deftly, for no real reason but to spend some of her built up energy. "Faster y'name somethin, the faster ya build an emotional connection to it, y'know? And the faster y'get one'a those, the easier it is fer ya an' magma dude to work as a team." A cocky smirk. "So, no more callin' the poor guy 'Guardian', okay?"

"...even something like that can help?" Though Michael did not entirely believe it, he decided it was worth a try anyway. Luna had been trustworthy so far.

There were many names of giants and titans from mythology that he had heard of, but none of them--Chronos, Oceanus, Hyperion--seemed to fit. A bit hesitantly, he looked back up at the giant, trying to think of just what kind of name would be fitting. As he did so, he remembered how it had reminded him of his home, Atlanta, and the tremendous disaster that had befallen it... And then, one name finally came to him that seemed good enough, though it caused him to bitterly smile a bit. This cruel joke just won't stop, will it? "I think I've got a name," he finally announced, standing upright and turning towards the Guardian.

"Okay...from now on, you shall be called Atlanthal."

Luna stared back and forth between... uh, Atlanthal and Mike, with a shrug, not really understanding where Atlanthal even came from. It didn't matter, anyways. She then turned, and had her cape rip up again, tensing her body for flight.

"Whatever." Luna said, turning away. "They're evacuating. Atlantshit's probably scarin' 'em. I'll go talk to 'em."

She then darted off of Atlantshit's arm, aiming herself at the crowd that was quickly heading out of the town. She decided to land beside one particularly anguished-looking man, and smirked up at him. Could he be the rapist, perhaps? She tapped his shoulder, and the man shot her a bit of a glare.

"The hell's goin on?" She asked.

The man stared at her too-flashy magical girl outfit for a few seconds - long enough that Luna quickly dropped the semi-affable act, and frowned bitterly towards him. "Answer me. I don't got all day, here."

"How do you think I feel." The man finally responded, as slow as a goddamn snail. "We're dallying around, doing stupid shit, when we should be going to the ravine, killing the demons." A vein seemed to pop in his head, and Luna felt somewhat amused, and relaxed her stance. He wasn't the rapist - he was just another seeker, desperately looking for someone. "My daughter's over there. I gotta save her. Gotta fucking get her back."

A grin grew on Luna's face, and she pulled him aside, brandishing her sword with ease.

"Well, fuck with this." She said darkly. "Y'see that huge Guardian? The magma one." She gestured at Atlantshit. "That thing's pretty damn massive. If you could get some of your buddies to help, me an the boy with the Guardian might be able to take on the ravine. Ju's, tell whoever's in charge that it's a good guy, got it?"

Not that she particularly cared about the wellbeing of these seekers. Luna's more intrigued by the possibility of finding Olivia beyond the ravine. She'd never been there before, so there was always that chance, wasn't there? And she was confident in her speed that she'd be able to get away if it turns out she underestimated the demons in the ravine.

"Guy in charge is David." The man muttered. "You look pretty strong. Maybe we can hurry the fuck up and get this shit dealt with."

Luna more or less chose not to respond as she approached the person in charge, at the front of the evacuating people, apparently named David. She shot him a dark glare.

"...Y'realize that the magma dude ain't an enemy, right?" She sighed with annoyance. "It's a Guardian. Kid controllin' it's a newbie, but the Guardian looks strong. We're here t'help out with the ravine. So... let's get on with it." She flashed him a toothy grin that somehow looked more menacing than welcoming. "I ain't the only one with shit to do beyond the ravine, after all."

Still... Luna shot an annoyed glance at the parrot. It looked like it could be a demon - and she felt like killing something, in her impatience. Demons are disgusting creatures, anyways. Luna conjured a long thin sword that looked more like a harpoon than a sword. With pinpoint accuracy, Luna threw the sword at the parrot, with a bit of a pleased smile on her face. With the speed the sword was going, there was no way the parrot was going to dodge it without getting badly hurt.

"Probably a demon." Luna shrugged at David, keeping an eye on her prey.

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Violet found herself being suddenly yanked away; her issues with personal space conflicted with shock at what the woman was trying to do, dragging her along even has her reflection whizzed out of control and indiscriminately slashed around. It was hard to be mad at her strongly apologetic tone as she explained what she was doing. It didn't do much to help since he followed straight after her regardless.

"I don't think friend means what you think it means," she said, taking a step back from him. "Why the hell are you following me?" Her attention was drawn by others who intruded on the scene, perhaps more specifically the enormous lava-flowing structure that seemed to have gotten much closer than before. She'd calmed down a little and parts of her reflections had retracted, but it wasn't doing a lot to improve the situation. A sword soared in out of nowhere, aimed straight for the parrot. Violet stumbled back on instinct, noticing that a younger girl had thrown it for some unexplainable reason.

Everyone here is crazy.

"Sorry, but we don't take those kinds of chances here," David shook his head. "When you see something that large and menacing coming toward you, the general reaction is not to wait and see if it's friendly. But if you say that he is, then it might be just what we need to make it through." He turned his head toward Violet and Patraeko. "...but we do have some internal problems that still need to be resolved."