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"As time flows, mine will always be frozen and so I shall remain in this perpetual cold dream of your making."

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a character in “Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!: The 11th vongola”, originally authored by Pandora's Melancholy, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Elysia's Story

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Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet Character Portrait: Elysia
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"But you let the other one go! Why can't I go down there with the others, too?" Came a boy's voice, high and childlike but with a distinct edge of authority. Said boy, a short lanky kid no older than thirteen, had an entitled air about him. He was dressed like your stereotypical preppy school kid, complete with blazer and an overly-styled black hairdo.

The boy was standing beside another figure, this one noticeably taller and more toned. Like the boy beside him, he wore a sharp suit, though the suit jacket was hidden under an olive colored oversized winter coat, its furred hood resting along the figure's shoulders like the beginnings of a cape. His hair, stringy and black, fell around his ears like a mop. Currently, he was leaning against the railing of a balcony, one that was near the gymnasium's entrance and overlooked the entirety of the truly massive auditorium. He balanced his chin on the base of his palm, his elbow resting securely upon the railing, his free hand tucked away in his jacket pocket. His eyes were closed, a bored look long since saturating his face.

If he heard the boy's angst-filled question, he certainly didn't act like it.

After a few seconds of silence, the boy grimaced, eyes narrowing viciously. He didn't say anything further. He didn't have to. Instead, he simply turned, fully intending to follow a gaggle of adults busy shuffling out from the elevator doors and down a nearby staircase towards the gymnasium proper.

"Stop." The taller figure spoke in voice barely more than a whisper, yet his harsh utterance could not be mistaken for anything other than a command. The boy halted mid-footfall. He hadn't even made it a single step. The taller figure didn't even turn to acknowledge the boy. He simply spoke, as if stating some unequivocal law of the universe to the surrounding ambience. "It is not yet your turn to be down there."

The boy turned slowly on his heel to face the taller figure, his posture transforming from one of defiance to one of begrudging submissiveness. The figure responded by opening his eyes, though he still did not look at the boy. "But—!"

"Look." The figure removed his hand from his pocket, lazily pointing over the balcony and at the crowd below. "Look at them all. What do you see?"

The boy grimaced again, taking a second before responding. "A bunch of stupid primitives."

"Not true," the figure chided. His eyes, hard amber-red orbs that glowed like twin supernovae, swept over the gathering below. They came to rest rather quickly upon a somewhat odd duo. A short woman of small frame and long snow-white hair stood within proximity to yet another, this one younger and more petite, her hair equally as long—though it appeared as a dark purple in the ambient lighting.

"I see my rooks," he continued. "Beautiful. Strong. Undefeatable. The king's influence and power made physical."

His eyes darted in the opposite direction, landing on another pair sharing proximity. The first was a particularly short girl no older than fourteen, her hair a deep mauve, her mannerisms fragile and child-like. Nearby was a woman of average height, svelte, with deep green eyes.

It was a moment before he spoke again. "I see my bishops. Infallible. They surround the king, representing his ego, and will crush his enemies with a higher power."

The figure's eyes swiveled, landing on the final pair. Unlike the others, these two weren't female. Though both men stood equally tall at nearly six feet, one had deep red hair—the color of blood. The other, gold—the color of a mighty sun.

"And I see my knights. Glorious. Unpredictable. Unexpected. The embodiment of the king's Mandate of Heaven."

At this point, the boy was leaning over the balcony railing, balancing himself with his forearms, trying to pick out just whom the figure was talking about. When he spoke, he didn't look over at his elder companion. "What about me? What am I?"

The figure paused for another moment, as if considering. "You're my queen."

The boy made a face, looking up at the figure. "Eww! What do I have to be a girl?!"

"Of all the actors here, the queen is by far the most powerful," the figure said, ignoring the boy's outrage. For the first time, the figure took his eyes off of the crowd below, electing instead to stare down at the boy whom pouted at his side. "Do you know why?"

Instead of answering, the boy pursed his lips, choosing to look back out over the balcony.

The figure answered his own question. "Perspective. That's what makes the queen the most powerful piece. The most flexible. The most useful. With the proper perspective, the queen can project power at any point on the board. At any time."

"So what," the boy muttered, obviously dejected at being labelled "queen".

"You asked why you couldn't go down there with the others."
"Yeah, but—"
"And what do you see when you look over the balcony?"
"Everything! I see all of these stupid idiots a—!"
"Exactly. You see everything. The entire board. From here, you have perspective."

"You go down there now and you can't see the whole picture anymore. You lose that perspective. That means you lose your value to me. Understand?" The question was rhetorical. "So wait." His command was harsh and left no further room for debate. "Your turn will come." Not waiting for a response, the figure returned to surveying the crowd below. The ends of his lips curled upwards, forming the beginnings of a smirk. "Those battling on the front lines are not fit to command."

The boy sighed bitterly, hunching his shoulders. "God I hate chess," he muttered.

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Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet Character Portrait: Elysia
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"My... Wake up... I... Ely... Wake up... Sia..."

Slowly like flowers blooming to a song of spring, deep green had been revealed as those eyes fleetingly opened. Yet, it only reflected at first a curtain of endless darkness. The sensation of numbing coldness encircled like a ghost. This effectively caused a wave of panic which was related to the sound of a beeping alarm. It was accompanied by voices were inaudible, but as it went on, there were a few which could be understood. They were conversing about an elevated heart rate and pulse indicating the Princess was agitated. Then, there was another statement stating to return the subject to stasis. But the said parameters eased down, it was due to an image which could now be seen behind those emerald depths.

What was seen?

Blurry but then it became clearer. It was a face belonging to a male. There was a sense of familiarity and a tidal of feelings washed over. The most prominent was nauseating longing. Candle-like fingers moved ever so slowly as it was directed to reach for that visage. But, it only made contact upon the pristine glass, a clear separation. There was a sharp pain because of that and the lips which had been silenced for so long attempted to speak. Though, it had been a failure. The words would not form. Feelings seemed knowledgeable what should be said but, the mind seemed unknowing. This aptly brought doubt and confusion to the maiden encased in Crystal Glass.

And when she had been released from the cradle she had been placed in, the face was given a name, Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo. A person she does not know, but why did she feel those multitude of emotions for a stranger. No, that is incorrect. This Alastor is not an individual of unknown intricacies. He is her Master. She will serve as the Comet Guardian of the Rizzo Famiglia. Such information should had given her a great amount of discomfort and panic. But, there was only an odd sense of acceptance. Why was that? Is it because of Alastor? If that is the reason, then she shall...

"Go... Move, Sia..."

With a sudden turn of the head, Elysia looked behind her. A voice, she heard it, masculine in melody with the overtone of a wish. But, there was no one there, just a wall. Was it a part of her lost memory? Was it simply just imagination? She was uncertain. According to the people (Rizzo scientists) who had been taking care of her, her lost memory could have been the product of her stasis or of her own doing. In summary, there was no definite origin. As for the reason of her being put to stasis, it was due o the flame inside of her. They tell her that the Comet Flames had an adverse effect on her health and needed to be contained. But now, she has been awakened to fulfill her role and to say the threat of the flame inside of her had been neutralized.

That is what she had been told. But truly, that was far from the truth.

Still for now, it was enough. "Miss?" As it would appear, she was once more in a trance as she awakened and looked at the one who called her. It was a man, one of the patrolling guards for the Vongola Ceremony. "Is something the matter?" The Princess seemed bothered about something. Elysia blinked a few times in a rhythmic matter before shaking her head slowly to the sides. "Nothing. Everything is fine." She answered with her usual mellow persona. Even with her far-off look, she was a sight to behold, something out of fantasy and ethereal elegance. Her coffee brown skin seemed to have a caramel glow of its own as her eyes of deep green glistened with a distant story. Hair of violet pinned around her head resembling a crown, accented by a golden spiked tiara. She wore a sleeveless red dress with military shoulder tassels bordered with a sea green fringe at the edge of the bodice, and includes two separate cuffs worn similarly to bracelets. She was an image of a princess. Yet, her chosen appearance was dictated by her caretakers not of her own preference. Though, she is not opposed to it. She simply does what was asked.

The said guard nodded with a further offer, it could not be helped to have a soft edge towards the Comet Guardian. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to say or ask." Hearing the man's words, she offered a small smile of gratitude and appreciation. "Yes, thank you for the concern, Sir." She then gave a polite bow before walking towards her fellow guardians. They had been asked to gather together for a mission which had been directed to them by Maschenny Rizzo. It was to go back to a certain period in time where the Vongola Famiglia reigned with their rings. They are tasked to retrieve these rings for the sanctity of humanity. A noble purpose it is if one would think, however, in truth, she felt nothing towards the cause. Would that mean she was a terrible person? Is she an individual without a heart? Was that because she has no memory? Or was it because that is simply how she is? Truly, a dilemma of her self.

Removing herself from her inner monologue, Elysia had simply stood beside a fellow guardian, Annalise Cortega, the one who commands the star flames. It seemed the rest of the guardians are scattered about and soon it will begin. She could only wish that there would not be much of a trouble for them. It is not a pleasant feeling for her to see any of her peers harmed or troubled especially that of their leader, her Master. Thinking about it, she allowed her eyes to travel to see where the Master Rizzo has gone. She had taken notice of Kurai Rin, Althaia Rizzo, Tyde Rumerio, and Cornelius V. Roquet among the crowd. In the end, she feels unease if the Master was not present or she was not beside him. After all, she had always been with Alastor since her awakening. As such, the temporary absence by his side causes discomfort, even if that was not noticeable at front.

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Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Elysia
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Anna had never been very fond of gatherings like this. There were too many voices, blurred together into a single roaring sound that pricked at the eardrums. Her line of sight was constantly interrupted by figures that were much taller than her, and she'd been bumped into at least four three already.

"Four times," she counted in her head as she stepped to the side, placing her foot down firmly to steady herself after the arm of another body had pushed against her back.

"Sorry, miss! I didn't see you there!" The voice came from a young man in a suit with a boyish face, clearly someone who was still new to attending such events. She had no reply to him other than a furrow of her brows and the narrowing of her eyes as she gave him an annoyed glare before turning and walking away. She had no desire to accept the apology of someone who didn't know how to keep their eyes in front of them. Was she so transparent that even someone who was coming straight for her wouldn't be able to see her until colliding with her? If she were a child, she would've fallen right over and started crying. That man wouldn't of been so carefree about running into someone then.

She let out a sigh and pressed her thumb and pointer finger against the middle of her forehead, stopping in a somewhat more open space within the mass of people. Originally she'd been placed rather close to her fellow Guardian, Althaia, but after attempting to avoid making physical contact with as many people as possible, she'd found herself quite a ways away from her previous position. Though she could still spot the Moon Guardian thanks to her gleaming white hair, her line of vision was repeatedly blocked by the mass of bodies. This was why she preferred to watch from the sky where she could easily spot her targets, but she'd been ordered to observe the ceremony from below, so she of course didn't argue.

Hearing a single, barely noticeable footstep beside her, she turned her head and rested her eyes on the familiar face of Elysia. She was wearing a rather fancy dress, maybe a little too fancy for the occasion. Anna herself hadn't bothered dressing up. Or rather, she refused to. Instead, she had on the uniform she always wore, finding it pointless to put on a fancy outfit that would only make it difficult to move around in when the time came to engage the enemy.

"Have you located your target yet, Elysia," Anna said in a calm, yet serious tone as she moved to stand behind the the taller woman. She was now standing about five inches from Elysia, with her back mirroring hers so to not look too obvious that she was engaging in conversation with her. It wouldn't really be unusual to see a couple of young ladies talking with each other, but Anna wanted to act with caution any how. One could never be too careful.

Speaking of targets, Anna's eyes had just locked onto the one person she'd been keeping an eye out for since she arrived. The Vongola Thunder Guardian was only just arriving, her lateness pricking at Anna. If it were one of her own allies that arrived late, she wouldn't hesitate to punish them properly. From what she's studied about the Vongola Boss, the Sky Guardian probably wouldn't even notice her subordinates tardiness.

Her eyes followed Vincenzo for only a moment before she looked away. She had spent many hours reading about the Thunder Guardian, she wouldn't be surprised if just watching her for too long gave away her intentions.

Within the tips of her fingers, a sliver-sized needle shined silver as it reflect the lights overhead, though it was covered in a soft, yellow film. She was already in the perfect spot, with a clear view of the stage so that her aim wouldn't be faltered by the crowd. The second Alastor gave the order, she would be ready.

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Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Elysia
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Elysia had never been the kind to start a conversation without purpose. It is either she had been asked to or there is concern for that individual. That is why as she stood near the vicinity of the Star Guardian. There were no words coming out of her lips, for in the end, Annalise was not someone she is overly concerned about when it comes to duties. Annalise had always been proper and reliable in every order or responsibility tasked to her. It is why she remained still and silent as she allowed her emerald-like eyes observe the bustling crowd. It was then she caught sight of Cornelius treating the younger guests with a story. The scene brought a small yet whimsical smile upon her lips. The Quasar Guardian is kind, for children would not gather someone who does not resonate such innocence, even if there was also a terrifying side to him. Well, everyone has that portion inside of them.

She also followed Cornelius' antics to the sweets table and consequently showing it to the Meteor Guardian, Tyde. Those two are the closest among them as they get along pretty well. A gentle look is reflected upon her eyes, but it changed into curiosity when a presence of a Vongola Guardian was present among the two gentlemen. She remembered that the young person is the Sun Guardian, Trevor Sawada. There was also another present in the midst who was the Dark Matter Guardian, Kurai. There was concern in her eyes as she knew that Kurai was not inclined to such huge crowds such as these. She knew that Kurai was doing her best and for that she shall respect that endeavor as she prevented herself from going to where the younger girl is.

It was then Elysia's attention was briefly taken by Annalise who had directed a question at her. They were not looking at each other as she remained in her position with her back reflecting that of Annalise. "Yes. He is already here along with the Vongola XI." The assigned target for her by the Master Rizzo is the Sun Guardian, Trevor Sawada. She was uncertain to the reasons why he is her assigned target, but she has no complaints, no matter who is supposed to be her enemy, she will answer to it as long as it is the Master Rizzo's wish. Her eyes fixated on the Sun Guardian as she recalled all the details she had read about him. It was then he noticed the presence of another who is deemed as the Mist Guardian, Ai Shaji, an alien by her provided files. She has no personal feelings about of the aliens or even towards anyone else for the matter. Sometimes, she wondered if that was fine to feel no sense of any strong emotions. Truly odd, is it not?

Her musings had been disturbed when her eyes coordinated her to the Cloud Guardian, Rosa Kuromaku. She seemed very expressive of her thoughts as the records had indicated. There seemed to be a bit of discussion going on with the Storm Guardian, Troy Takumi and soon after with the Thunder Guardian, Vincenzo Vongola. It seemed the Vongola Guardians are complete for the Rain Guardian, Akio Yamada was now with Reida Sawada, the infamous Sky Guardian and Leader. It was then she felt the connection with the Master Rizzo. Her eyes raised a bit to find her Master at the balcony. The uneasiness inside of her subsided upon seeing him. Her eyes held comfort and relief, but solidified into an air of seriousness when she noticed one of his gestures. It was about to begin and this place would be a battlefield.

Leveling her gaze in front of her, Elysia briefly closed her eyes. "Annalise. They are all here. We shall soon begin." She simply stated as the crowd did not even amount as a casualty to what was about to occur. It did not level with her as all that existed in her reasons are the order and the lingering attachment to her fellow guardians. "Please stay unharmed." It is her only wish for her fellow guardians and nothing else even to the unwitting people surrounding them or to the Vongola Guardians. These people were all here for the Ceremony of the Vongola Famiglia which was the same for them, albeit with a contradictory intention. Their purpose was not to serve as witnesses but to take the rings as theirs for certain reasons.

Opening her eyes again, Elysia knew that the next events shall be inevitable and for someone her who appeared to be frozen. It was only during these kind of moments, she can move.

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Troy Takumi Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet Character Portrait: Elysia
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"Please excuse me, but shouldn't... You go too?"

Ai nodded, although her invisible third eye was staring at the box weapon. Perhaps it was designed to detect the usage of illusions or of flames in general which caused it to react, or Aliens. The latter was highly unlikely, however. With her cue, Ai went back toward the stage where she saw all the other guardians had gathered, already seated and ready to begin. Upon making it on the stage, she spoke, not to the boss or any of her fellow guardians, but to the External Advisor, whom was shuffling his cue cards while some adjustments were being made to the microphone and the speakers

"All the guardians are present," Ai stated simply, as if it weren't already clearly obvious. DiCaccio didn't even need to glance behind himself to confirm it.

"Yes, I can see that," he confirmed, "And it appears things have gone smoothly so far... for the most part." DiCaccio bent over a bit and spoke in a low voice with the intention that nobody eavesdropping could hear them. "I've been informed that there was an attack on one of the allied families, the Bovino family, less than an hour earlier from now. Three deaths, including the boss, but not the daughter. We've no information about who the killers could possibly be, but we've confirmed that deathperation flames were involved, albeit we're not sure what kind yet. I don't think it is of relation to this ceremony, but my men are still on alert.

"Naturally, the Vongola family is expected to help deal with something like this, seeing as that was the Tenth's code. Currently, I've already ordered my own men to investigate, but it is up to the Vongola head to make the decision to pursue. Now, I don't want to give the Boss anything to worry about right before she's to make a huge public appearance, but I'm going to have to inform her about it tomorrow. I'm sure she wont have any issues about this heroic stuff. I'm just wondering if something like this would be too big for her right now..." DiCaccio trailed off in consideration, glancing at Reida.

He seemed to come back to himself when he looked back at Ai whom was staring at him ever-so intently, standing back up again. "Ah, yes, make of that what you will, Ai," he told her, no longer speaking in a low voice, "For now, we must focus on the ceremony. You know where you've got to be, so go join your friends." Ai stared back blankly. "You're Boss and fellow guardians," DiCaccio corrected. Ai nodded and took a seat on the stage. Though DiCaccio said it wasn't likely of relevance to the ceremony, Ai couldn't help but consider every possibility of a threat. To do so, however, she'd first have to consider the Bovino family and of their relevance. Only, somehow, Ai felt the Bovino family had some sort of significance to them that she was not considering. Maybe she'd consult the TID about them.

With everybody present, the presentation was underway. DiCaccio tested the microphone personally, while getting everybody's attention. With a final lively "Good evening," all the room had their undivided attention on him. He smiled and began to speak.

"Indeed, good evening everybody. I'm sure I've spoken to many of you personally and in fact, if I haven't spoken to you already, then please, do be sure to do so by the end of this presentation, but anyway, my name is Lorenzo DiCaccio and I had been the acting head of this company for about four years now up until recently. In reality, I'm the head of a branching company known as CEDEF, a security agency that began as a simple traffic redirection organization. Indeed, I've been rather vague about the exact content of this presentation, although I'm sure you've all heard the word 'Box' thrown about here and there. Well, that's quite simple. That is because everything we wish to present," he raised a small orange baseball-sized cube with a clam print on it, "Is contained in this little box." He paused to allow the intrigue to sit in as people struggled to get a clear look at the small thing, looking quite sure of himself.

"Now, I'm sure we all have the same question in our heads. 'What could be so special and yet be kept in such a tiny box?' Well, in this little box of ours are all sorts of little secrets, secrets that perhaps were never intended to be discovered by society, secrets of the universe we have been kept in the dark about. Today, I hope to bring these secrets to light as not only is the secret to the next technological revolution hidden within this box, but the secret to the future of our company, Vongola Corporations.

"Now, of course, Vongola Corporations already makes over a trillion dollars a year. Of course, that's absurdly more than we've been making about 70 years ago, when the last head was already beginning to turn this company into what it is today. Back then, we would have only been making a few billion, although back then, of course, that was a lot of money. However, with this new industry we plan on opening with the secrets that are contained in this box, we expect to make it to our second trillion within the next twenty years. Who knows, in a hundred years, we may have a gazillion.

"Of course, we're all here because of what is inside this small little box and what is inside is the future of this company. Indeed, this presentation is not only about the future of technology but the future of Vongola Corporations. Not only do we hope to enter a new era with this new technology, of which I'll reveal soon enough, but we wish to do so under the direction of our new young head, Ms. Reida Sawada." DiCaccio gestured to the young boss. "Now, she may be quite young, but don't let her appearance deceive you. She is a very passionate and intelligent individual on the inside and we are proud to enter a new era of not only industry, but of life, with her guidance. After all, the former head, Tsunayoshi Sawada, had inherited the company when he was only fourteen, and look where we are now!" The audience applauded.

DiCaccio quieted them. "Now, before we proceed, we would like to have the new company head say a few words concerning her plans for the future of the company to open this presentation. We would appreciate it if you held your applause until the end refrain from taking pictures until cued. Any questions directed toward her may be asked at the end of this presentation or directly to her afterward." He explained it with a slight sternness directed toward anybody who might have given her trouble if it was picked up.

"And now," DiCaccio called, "May we all direct our attention to the honorable Eleventh Vongola head, Reida Sawada."

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo Character Portrait: Annalise "Anna" Cortega Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Althaia Rizzo Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet Character Portrait: Elysia
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The man was tall, that was for sure. He weighed in at just over six feet two inches, 200 pounds. Maybe. He wasn't really counting anymore.

He completely towered over those that stood around him, that was for sure. Perhaps that was why he found it hard to pay them any mind, choosing instead to lean against a nearby wall, arms folded across his chest. These "mafia bosses," business executives, scientists, researchers... humans. Primitive humans. All of them scurrying about, full of their own self importance, unaware that their entire species rests fully within the shadow of annihilation. A shadow cast not by some potential environmental disaster or a coming war between families or atomic powers. No, this was something else entirely. Something they weren't prepared for. Something they weren't imagining.

Not in their wildest dreams.

From the inside of his trenchcoat, the man pulled a cigarette. Using a single hand, he brought the death stick up to his mouth. Immediately upon placing it against his lips, the cigarette's inert tip exploded into incandescence. It looked as if he'd just held it to an open flame. From the dirty looks several onlookers levelled at him, one would think he'd just strapped on a suicide vest. Still, he paid them little attention, choosing to focus his remaining eye on some other sight. Yes, he only had one eye. He lost the other a decade or so ago during a particularly nasty skirmish, employing what he believed to be a discreet black eyepatch to cover up what little remained.

Not that the prospect of being stared at phased him either way. These primitive humans... perhaps to them he looked edgy and mysterious.

Closing his eye, he took a slow drag from the cigarette, rocking his head back slightly, enjoying every second as the toxins pervaded his lungs. That possibility of lung cancer or the like didn't bother him. He wasn't really concerned with longevity at this point, and while he was here, in this foreign place and time, he would take care to savor such luxuries. Where he was from, the old ways—the old luxuries—were all but dead. There was nothing left but the day-to-day chore of survival.

Very soon, this world, this time, would look more like his own, and, like every other timeline he'd peeked into, the result would be the same. Humanity would be destroyed, here and everywhere else. It was inevitable, against an adversary superior in nearly every way.

The man exhaled through his nose, a thick stinky cloud of cigarette smoke enveloping the immediate area. Several of the more offended guests decided to move away, muttering under their breath, but again, the man paid them no mind.

After a moment, he opened his eye, sweeping his gaze over the crowd for the umpteenth time. Once more, he caught sight of a Rizzo. Tyde, this time. He had to admit, it was pleasant to see his guardians in person again, even if they were several decades younger than he remembered. Standing beside Tyde was another Rizzo, Cornelius. He recognized them from their hair styles.

Ah, now that brought back memories.

The Tyde and Cornelius of the timeline from which he hailed looked exceedingly similar to their younger counterparts in the here and now. His eye landed on the others as well. First Althaia, then Elysia, and finally Anna. They were all spitting images of their future selves. He was sure the same applied to the young Kurai, who was a regal being back in his timeline. She was too young in this present, her body too short, for him to catch sight of her now, wherever she was in the crowd. Still, it was fascinating. They weren't so different, these Rizzo and his own, except for one main point.

Despite himself, the man grinned. It wasn't a pleasant expression—more of a jackal's smirk than anything. It was the total irony of it all that brought about the facial contortion. The main difference between the Rizzo of his timeline and the Rizzo of this foreign timeline was simple.

In his future, all of his guardians were dead. Of the Rizzo main family, he was all that remained. He—Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo.

Of course, he became king like he'd always wanted. King. Lord of the Rizzo, or of whatever was left. In fact, he'd become a general of sorts. Coordinator for all that remained of the resistance, including the Vindice and survivors from the Cervello. Yes, that's what they'd been reduced to, a "resistance". Mere actors playing within someone else's game, someone else's rules. It was like admitting that they were already beaten. Their only option now was to resist. Not defeat, not cripple, not dominate, but simply to resist—and even that wasn't going well.

To top it all off, he was alone. His guardians were gone. His family, gone. There was nothing left and nowhere to go. His universe was doomed, just like the myriad others. Doomed.

Alastor took another puff from the cigarette, this one shorter, removing it from his mouth and exhaling yet another cloud of gray. This time, his gaze landed on another. Clear on the other side of the gymnasium, standing atop the balcony that separated the entrance area from the rest of the gymnasium, was a guy. Alastor was hesitant to call him a man, for he was yet more boy than man. He had not been shaped by the tragedy of inevitability. Of death and suffering. Of true war.

Not yet.

The guy was looking down from above, eyeing the crowd below him with what Alastor knew for sure was an unhealthy amount of disdain. Next to him stood a young child, a preteen by the look of him, balancing himself on the balcony railing with his forearms. The two looked very similar, with stringy black hair not unlike Alastor's own, though he had his gelled-over into a series of small stylish spikes. It was a future fad.

Still, in a way, Alastor pitied them. His experiences made him cold, merciless, and virtually undefeatable in combat. He'd seen every type of battle, every type of savagery, every manner of death conceivable at the hands of their enemy. By comparison, these younger greener versions of himself only thought they knew what it was to struggle. To crawl and scrape for every last inch on a battlefield littered with the remains of your comrades.

They would soon learn. Everyone would. It would be mankind's grand finale.

Suddenly, the guy atop the balcony raised a single finger. His index finger. Alastor immediately knew what that meant.

The time for action was nigh.

Alastor dropped his cigarette, giving it a curt stomp with the back of his heel. The number one had arrived. His target. The eleventh Vongola boss: Reida Sawada. Even in his timeline, she was legendary, renown for her fighting prowess and her reign over the final era of the Vongola empire. It'd be interesting to pit his full ability against the likes of such a historical figure. Hopefully she wouldn't disappoint, even if he was couple decades too early to meet her at her prime.

Once given the signal, he would engage.

Though the chances were essentially non-existent, perhaps this would be the timeline that would change things. Win the war in the past, before it even starts. Perhaps.

Or perhaps not.

The Vongola XI had already begun her speech when a distinct and all too familiar reverberation reached his ears. A SNAP! that could only come from one person. It was the signal. The time to strike was now.

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Kurai Rin Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Tyde Rumerio Character Portrait: Cornelius V. Roquet Character Portrait: Elysia
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Cornelius was in pure bliss with Kuro in his arms. His love for cats was not to be dampened by anything else even the given mission they had coming to this era and to this specific event. He did not even noticed the vongola guardians leaving them or the point the presentation has already started. But even if he was enamored by the flame cat in his hands, he took noticed of Kurai who was now behind him. She patted Kuro's head and reminded him not to make a mess since his outfit would get bloody and all. He did remember that blood stains were quite hard to remove on clothes. But, that would be a bit difficult since his ability is to make things go splat and kaboom! Adding to that, subtlety was never his strongest suit, but since Kurai did ask him, he could try at the very least.

"I can't make promises tan! But, I'll try tan!" He stated with a bright smile on his face. He then finally lifted his head enough to see that most of guests were looking at front. It seemed the ceremony was starting. Well, he really did not care for speeches because in his personal book, they were boring. They should do something livened things up. He could even see from the corner of his that some of the children were not entertained by the long-winded statements or the technical terms relating to innovation and technology. Why would they? That's why he would just busy himself with Kuro and other fun things he could come up with. But, that was also impeded by the resounding snap of a finger which he knows far too well.

"I'll play with you later Kuro tan!" He happily said as he handed the feline back to Kurai. When that was done, he stretched his arms and limbs, much like a warm-up. "It's time for the show tan!" He glanced back at Tyde and Kurai with a very excited expression as if he was a child who was about to receive the most wonderful toy ever in the entire world. "I'll catch you all later tan! Have fun everyone tan!" He stepped forward and saw that everyone was in a panic. It seemed that the legendary Reida Sawada was not just a myth. She sensed something was amiss. Good to know, that. This would not be that boring then. He stretched his arms sidewards and announced with a quite cheery but loud voice. "Everyone should stay tan! Good boys and girls will be rewarded tan! Just sit back and enjoy the show tan. Because if not tan...."

His words were left in the air but, it was soon replaced by a series of explosions which rattled the entire hall as it was revealed that he had implanted quasar-infused flame balls at the entrances of the entire gymnasium in suspended animation. Now, most of the entrances were blocked and impassable effectively trapping the ones inside and preventing outside interference for a duration. "The next ones who would go kaplowe are you tan!" He then looked towards a group of children which had been part of his crowd when he was telling a story earlier. "Didn't I tell you tan? There would be an awesome show tan!" Now, his hands were not empty any longer as each now held concentrated quasar flame balls which appeared as a dark-red flame which sparks in a wild frenzy. His eyes then looked at the trapped crowd with his bright smile as if he did not do anything wrong at all. "Let's make more fireworks tan!"

As it was to be expected, the signal had been given. Elysia gently moved away from Annalise but not before leaving a few words. "Be careful." With that said, she made her way through the crowd without much difficulty. The panic ensued by the Vongola XI did not alter her perception where everyone was in a slower time than hers. She is able to move away from the way or to be ahead of others. Her demeanor eerily calm as she is already aware where her assigned target is. She had seen him being taken away by Reida Sawada to another room. That is the destination she must go which was not that hard to reach even when Cornelius had began a series of explosions which filled the entire gymnasium with such thunderous sounds, cloud of heat, heap of debris, and injured individuals.

She did not pay heed to it as she came out of the explosions completely unharmed and even when some of the security detail intend to prevent her from advancing forward to where the Leader of the Vongola is. They could not either due to the fiery blasts or simply because they were far slow when compared to her. She gave a few knocks to announce her presence. It is proper decorum to do that is it not? After doing so, she opened the doors and entered seeing the presence of Reida and Trevor Sawada. She then walked towards them with a notable distance before speaking once more. "Good day, I am here to take the Vongola Sun Ring. If you would kindly please hand it over." Her words were not laced with any hint of sarcasm or any edge of malice.

Elysia was simply stating her purpose in a calm manner and the tincture of sophisticated politeness. Her emerald eyes did not reveal anything deeper as she stood before the two in a presence that shall not be moved. "If it is not complied with, I am allowed to use force." Upon stating that, she reached for a small pouch which she carries and poured its contents to her palm which revealed to be shards of some object. Then, she enclosed it between her hands where a bluish light illuminated forth into a circle. Afterwards, she released it from her hands as it was now able to sustain its own form which appeared that of a silver-green orb which floated before her, but it exuded a cold air around it. "This will be the only time a choice will be given." She reached out her hand towards them with an open palm for the said ring to be handed to her while the said formed orb began to circle around her form. "Whatever it may be, I will respect it and I hope you will do the same to mine."

After stating that, the silver-green orb whizzed passed the two Sawadas with such blinding speed leaving a notable icy trail in the air as the orb implanted itself on the wall behind with such strength enough to create a large hole on it. It would appear that the enemy before them was not just anyone.

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Character Portrait: Reida Sawada Character Portrait: Vincenzo Vongola Character Portrait: Trevor Sawada Character Portrait: Rosa Kuromaku Character Portrait: Shaji Ai Character Portrait: Troy Takumi Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Elysia
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Trevor didn't really notice anything out of the ordinary. He wilted ever so slightly under the attention his older sister rained down upon him and the others during the beginning of her speech. He didn't much care for being in the spotlight. It wasn't until Reida paused for a second too long that Trevor began to pick up on the odd vibe she was throwing off. She seemed unsure of something, and he actively resisted the urge to step forward and ask her what was wrong. A moment later, his suspicions were confirmed as he observed her fingers tracing over the notch on the back of the podium, where he knew her emergency weapon was hidden.

"I'm're all ready to hear...the real reason why this ceremony was.."

That's it. He couldn't resist anymore. Though he knew he'd be scolded for it later, he broke the otherwise pristine lineup his fellow Guardians had made with their bodies, making his way forward towards Reida. Unfortunately, he didn't get more than a few steps before he froze, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. Unlike the others, the snap! seemed to affect him differently. It started as a soft pressure against his eardrums but grew into a raging cacophony so intense that he screwed his eyes shut in pain, his earlier migraine returning with a vengeance.

The next thing he knew, someone had grabbed his hand and started pulling him in a direction. He recognized the sensation—the fingers clasped around his wrist; it was nothing new to him. Reida. She'd dragged him in her wake a hundred thousand times by now, and he knew better than to attempt to worm his way out of it, not that he wanted to.

Suddenly, like a veil being lifted, the pressure on his eardrums ceased, leaving behind a faint high-pitched ringing. Opening his eyes, he realized they'd left the main auditorium of the gymnasium and were now sprinting up one of the side hallways. Looking over his shoulder, he noted the chaos that had ensued back in the auditorium itself. People were running about, kids were crying, intimidating CEDEF agents in burly black suits were trying to herd groups of people towards the exits. All of it was somewhat confusing, but he got the gist. Someone was causing a ruckus, and Reida wanted her box weapon in order to deal with it. That meant it had to be serious... though, like most things, Trevor took it in stride.

That's when Reida stopped abruptly about halfway down the hall. Releasing his hand, she tore her dress like a badass action hero. Trevor just stared, his expression eerily tranquil, his hand suspended in the air where she'd left it. When she turned to look at him, he met her eyes with his own, opening his mouth to ask a question.

"Sorry, Trevor," she interrupted, wrapping her arms around the boy and hoisting him off the ground.

Well... this was new, that's for sure. Still, he didn't particularly mind being carried. "It's okay," he muttered, not wanting to break her concentration. What concerned him most was the expression plastered on her face. As he glanced up at her, he realized this was the first time he'd seen that look on her.

Something was really aggravating his sister.

They reached her room in no time. She set him down, nearly bust in the door, and swept through her room like a hurricane. It didn't take her long to find what she needed, and a few seconds later she stepped out. Trevor wasn't looking at her, however. His eyes were locked on the metal double doors that sequestered this more private area from the rest of the hallway.

"I have to get back to the gymnasium," she said, crouching down so as to be eye level with her brother. "Please find yourself some place to bunker down for now." He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again as she continued, already predicting his response. "And no arguing with me either."

As Reida turned to walk away, Trevor reached out and grabbed the fabric of her dress, halting her advance. After a brief instant of silence, he spoke.

"You can't go that way." He took a step backwards, releasing the fabric. "Somebody bad is over there."

As if on cue, several polite knocks emanated from the other side of the double doors. Without waiting for a response, they were opened, and in sauntered a woman. She had smooth coffee brown skin and thick violet hair that nearly touched the ground. Her deep green eyes were piercing, her forehead marked red. Trevor had never seen such an odd looking person before.

Well, maybe Rosa on an off day.

"Good day," the woman began, "I am here to take the Vongola Sun Ring. If you would kindly please hand it over." Her words were not laced with any hint of sarcasm or any edge of malice. "If it is not complied with, I am allowed to use force."

Shifting his eyes instead of his head, Trevor looked to Reida, his expression bland but his train of thought obvious: how do I respond?

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The elder Alastor somehow managed a chuckle without cracking a smile. The sound came out as sarcastic instead of jovial, cold and bitter instead of warm or happy.

Truth be told, it'd been a long time since he'd had an enemy run at the very sight of him. So when the Vongola XI snagged her little brother and made a beeline for an exit, he couldn't say he wasn't caught off guard. Perhaps she was a coward, abandoning her friends and allies to their grisly fate. Or perhaps she was playing a more strategic game, trying to lure him into an area more favorable to her style of combat.

That was the type of tactic the aliens loved to pull back where he was from.

Not that it mattered either way. That moment he met the Vongola boss's eyes, he realized: she would be no match for him. This was not the legendary Reida Sawada, the historical paragon of the Vongola family. This was just a scared little girl who'd found herself in way over her head.

Unlike her, he, Alastor Lorenzo Koenig Rizzo, was not real. Not here. Not in this time. Not even in this universe. He was more like a ghost, an illusion from another universe—one given flesh and blood by the technological marvel that is the Rizzo Clocktower. All of his memories were intact, as were his unique set of skills, skills honed through perpetual and torturous combat experienced over the course of decades against a merciless and unfeeling enemy far more advanced than he. The only thing he lacked as an illusion in this foreign universe was access to his power. Part of existing as one of three meant his current reserves of deathperation energy were not his own. He was forced to rely on an inferior and unrefined version of his own power, his own flame, from a more boyish version of himself. Worse, that power was further split three ways. The current Alastor's flame output was split evenly amongst himself and his temporal images.

Compared to his real body's nigh-limitless reserves of deathperation energy, with the capacity to output Space flames nearly as pure as that of Maschenny Rizzo, his current flames were as nothing.

Again, not that it really mattered. None of this did. Even in this severely handicapped state, with the mere capacity to manifest a stunted more impure version of his own flame for a much more limited amount of time, he could still handle a child—a little girl and her little friends, all blissfully unaware of the war they had become pawns in.

The true Reida Sawada—the legendary boss—perhaps she'd have given him a run for his money. But this version? This kid? It'd be like taking candy from a baby.

Alastor sighed softly as he walked. He didn't have to move to dodge any of the panicking audience members. They all seemed to flow around him instead, as if he were a mighty stone amidst of a roaring river. Even these primitive humans had a sense who was and was not a threat. As his target and her brother disappeared down a hall, moving at a brisk sprint, Alastor maintained his leisurely pace.

One such as he did not run. Not for anyone.

Moments earlier, Alastor had caught sight of Elysia, the current Alastor's Comet Guardian, giving chase to the Sawada siblings when someone had the audacity to step in his path, barring his way. Alastor didn't recognize him specifically, but could feel the energy radiating from him. He'd long become accustomed to the gentle pressure that those with the capacity to produce deathperation flames gave off. In this regard, the old Sky suite was no different.

"So I'm guessing you have something to do with this," the person said. Alastor chuckled again, this time in disbelief. This person was nothing more than an adolescent. A mere boy dared to address him? A token Guardian was impudent enough to step up to the likes of he?


Alastor didn't even deign to look at this Vongola, let alone respond, choosing instead to maneuver around the kid like a leaf in the wind, continuing on his way. The very notion of a Guardian attacking him didn't even register in his mind, for no primitive would dare raise their hand against one such as he.

Besides, none of the Vongola Guardians were his target, and so none of them were worth his time. And above all, that was the commodity most in demand, wasn't it? Time.

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With no response from her brother, it was clear that he had no intention of arguing with her decision. With him in a safe place, she would be able to focus on the conflict at hand without worrying about whether or not he was okay. She would leave no time for him to change his mind and follow her either, quickly raising to her feet and turning away from him. However, before she could take her first step, she felt a tug at her skirt and realized that Trevor had reached up and latched onto her with his fingers. Reida frowned at this. The longer she spent here trying to get her brother to follow her instruction, the longer her Guardians would be without her help. She opened her mouth to speak, prepared to be more stern this time, but Trevor's voice reached her ears before any sound could escape her lips.

"You can't go that way."

A confused looked crossed her face as Trevor released his grip from her skirt and took a step back.

"Somebody bad is over there."


What followed Reida's question was the sound of a single knock upon the metal doors that parted the hallway. After that, two more echoed through the halls before the door slowly opened and in entered a tall woman whom Reida didn't recognize. Her first thought was how beautiful the strange woman was, almost as if she could be a queen of some faraway land.

"Good day, I am here to take the Vongola Sun Ring. If you would kindly please hand it over."

Reida took a step to the side to poise herself in front of Trevor, her eyes narrowing slightly in a defensive manner. So this was one of the enemies involved in the attack on the gymnasium.

"If it is not complied with, I am allowed to use force."

"She's allowed to? So someone's giving her orders...she's not alone," Reida thought to herself. A feeling of anxiousness itched at the back of her head. If there were others, then they were likely still in the gymnasium where she had left her Guardians. Not only that, but there was a leader. Her mind drifted back to the man she'd first seen in the crowd as she was giving her speech, the one who had made her feel sick at the sight of him. If that man wasn't the one in control of this attack, then whoever it was must be a monster.

"This will be the only time a choice will be given."

Reida was quickly distracted from her thoughts as the light of silvery orb that the strange woman had created reflected in her eyes. This was clearly some form of deathperation flame, but what type it was Reida had no idea. The violet-haired woman outstretched her hand to them, but Reida lifted her arm and placed it in front of Trevor. The Sun ring belonged to no one but him.

Reida's response prompted Trevor to clasp his left hand over his right, completely covering the Sun ring. It was his precious gift from the Sawada family. From his sister. Though his countenance remained stolid and impassive, a distinct sensation began to pervade his body, starting in his gut and working its way out until his entire being was alight with it. The force manifested itself as golden-yellow whisps of flame that peeked out from between his fingers.

There was no way he'd give the ring up so easily.

"Whatever it may be, I will respect it and I hope you will do the same to mine."

"The ring doesn't belong to-"

In a split second, the orb that the woman had been holding sped past them, nearly brushing Reida's ear as it did so before colliding with the wall behind them. She was taken aback by the speed that the object had flown, but it only took a second for her snatch one of the Box Weapons out of her purse and connect it's opening with her ring that was now alight with the orange flickering of her sky flame. This was the very first box weapon she'd ever received, given to her by the 10th Vongola himself. In an instant, the walls glowed with the reflection of the sky flames that engulfed the antlers of Pen, a giant Sky Stag. It stood in front of Reida and her brother, it's head raised high with pride.

"You won't have the sun ring," she said simply, her eyes locked onto the stranger.

As if punctuating Reida's words, Trevor transitioned into a more aggressive stance, balling his fists and bringing his knuckles together like he'd practiced a thousand and one times before. His sun flames leapt from one fist to the other, bathing them both in their glorious golden resplendence. With Pen to the front and big sister to the right, he found it hard to believe that only a single enemy could possibly pose a threat, whoever they were. Though he abhorred fighting, he'd make an exception with the ring at stake, even if he wasn't entirely sure what to do next... besides dodge those orb things.

Deep green eyes reflected nothing but understanding. Elysia did know that the possibility of settling this peaceful was close to nil. However, there was no harm in trying. She would not want to do needless damages to anyone or to anything if possible. "I see. Let us begin then." But, her order must be done at all cost. That is her sole purpose in becoming a Rizzo Guardian. She will not fail her Master at all costs. After stating that, the orb which was implanted on the wall immediately removed itself. She did not move from her spot nor did she seemed bothered by the presence of a Box Animal specifically of the Sky Flames. It made her wonder if she should do the same. However...

She raised her right hand upwards as the orb returned to her as it twirled around the raised limb. Their files had been read and studied by her, but she would have to see them both in action to truly know the extent of their abilities. From that decision, she leveled her arm towards the pair or more aptly, the trio. With that motion, the orb was launched to strike with the intention to hit Reida as she was an obstacle from obtaining the Sun Ring. At the same time, it would not be noticed immediately but somehow, the air around the room or specifically the temperature was altering on a negligible amounts for now.

Trevor took note of the woman telegraphing her move. The smooth, robotic manner in which she raised her arm. The slight narrowing of her eyes as she took aim at his sister. At that moment, he tensed, his mind cleared of all auxiliary worries. He didn't receive much in the way of formal training, and he didn't have a box weapon, but he refused to be helpless.

The moment the orb flew from her grasp, he took the initiative, crouching down and streaming forward like a great golden hurricane, his unwieldy speed coming as a surprise even to himself. Since the attack was not aimed at him, the orb sailed clear over his head. Subconsciously, he was busy internalizing his own Sun flames, using them to activate the full potential of his cells, his tissue, his muscles. This had the transient effect of bolstering his speed and strength to near that of an Olympic athlete. In less than an instant, he cleared the distance between himself and this adversary, his body appearing mere inches before her outstretched palm. Within the same instant, he bent his knees and rocketed straight into the air.

His forward velocity was unbelievable for a human being of his stature, almost as if he'd jumped through time itself.

For him, things seemed to occur in slow motion. He was now sailing through the air a few inches away from the woman, his legs still in jump configuration, his shoulder turned, his right fist cocked back far, wound up like a spring. Even now, he was busy gathering Sun flames along his right arm in order to further strengthen the coming attack, almost like instinct. Amidst all the action, he still managed to maintain his calm icy demeanor, his countenance radiating equipoise—though he was clenching his teeth in concentration.

In the next instant, he twisted at the waist, intuitively unfurling his shoulder to take complete advantage of the momentum of the maneuver, bringing to bear the full might of his fist, gunning for the woman's face.

The attack had enough force behind it to smash concrete.

To most, Elysia's movements would appear rather mechanical, precise, and nothing spectacular. However, her mind was operating with an almost superhuman sense of vision. Everything and everyone around her moved in a slower pace, similar to that of slow-motion video. Despite the seemingly surprising speed that the Sun Guardian displayed, she was still able to see him coming and aptly dodged it by casually stepping aside, allowing his small fist to hit the door behind her.

With her orb still in play for the Sky Guardian, she simply looked at him with those seemingly empty yet melancholic eyes of hers.

Trevor ended up with his arm buried up to the shoulder in the steel reinforced door, its jagged remains turning the sleeve of his otherwise dapper suit jacket into confetti. Though he was facing the door, he angled his eyes to the left, catching the woman in his peripheral vision. Her movements were baffling. She didn't seem surprised by his speed at all, though he was sure she should have been. He'd poured everything he had into that attack. It was almost as if she knew he could do that—would do that.

With a tortured screech, the door buckled inward and Trevor yanked his arm from it, taking the opportunity to put a bit of distance between himself this adversary. Blood oozed from the lengthy lacerations he'd incurred by slamming his limb through reinforced metal, but if he was in pain, his face surely didn't show it. The Sun flames were already taking their effect, activating his cells and healing his wounds. After a few moments, there was no evidence that he'd even been wounded in the first place, save for the crimson tinge of his sleeve's remains.

"You're weird," he muttered, backing away even further, once again covering the ring on his right hand with his left.

The Sun Guardian described her as weird. Elysia pondered that word briefly. It was similar to the word odd, which had been an attachment of her by many. She was aware of her mannerisms and seemingly inhumane aspects, but that was caused by the flame residing deep within her body. Its attempts to freeze her or at a grander stage, to stop time itself, but of course, that could not be possible at this point. So, it only does what it could for now, slow everything for her, and just her.


She did not continue that thought as it was taking her attention to the matter at hand. She was to retrieve the Sun Ring and no one would stand in her way to complete that one order by her Master.