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LIMIT: The Last City

LIMIT: The Last City

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From ruins the world has rebuilt itself, all those who were left have built a single remaining city using magitechnology. Now, that city is protected by the organization LIMIT.

691 readers have visited LIMIT: The Last City since Azure Limit created it.

Introduction

2113. That's the day when mankind nearly wiped themselves out. Upon the discovery of magic, everything quickly spun out of control. Magic was unstable, and as mankind tried to bring it under control, they were nearly destroyed. But, humans are resilient beings, and those who survived banded together, and using the same technology that nearly ended their race, they built the Magitech city of Neo Elysium. For almost a century the massive city lived in peace, however, in 2201, the citizens became under the attack of strange creatures, monsters spawned from magic. That was when LIMIT, a peace keeping organization whose member were Magitech enhanced humans called M-Types. These agents were each given special abilities, unique to them, and a codename based off the color of their magic. This organization protected the city, and again everything was well. However, eventually the first M-Type went missing, reappearing to rebel against LIMIT. It was then that each member was given an S-Class mission directive:

"Orders are to terminate ex-agent Azure on site. Subject is considered to be of medium threat, as he is of the first generation of M-Types. His ability is Blade Summoner, so resort to long range combat if possible. He is not to be taken alive. Terminate and retrieve the body."

With that, the members of LIMIT have a choice. Continue to work with LIMIT and destroy the rouge agent, or join Azure's rebellion. A new war is starting, fought with the power of Magitechnology.

This RP is set in the distant future, in the last remaining city on Earth. Characters are allowed to have up to two abilities, such as controlling an element, controlling technology, ect. Be creative, with both powers and codename. If you haven't guessed, codenames must be colors, the color of your magic to be exact.. With that, here is a skeleton:

Name:
Codename:
Age:
Gender:
Appearence:
Abilities:(Try to go into detail if possible.)
Side:(Rebel or Agent)
Personality:
Bio:
Theme:

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Sable's eyes never left Azure's face as he recounted the story of his friend- well, once-friend, she supposed. As he spoke, she tried to imagine how she would feel if one of her friends had suddenly snapped and killed as many people as he was describing. She found that, not really to her surprise, she could not begin to envision a situation like that.

It would seem that Azure himself had not been able to, either. She was somewhat puzzled, though, by what seemed to her to be a measure of guilt in his tone. Did he truly believe himself guilty of something here? Sable's stare shifted to her small hands, clasped as they had become in the fabric of her dress. That was odd- she didn't often have reactions to things she was told, either in the form of happiness or strain. It would seem, however, that something about either his story or the unwarranted shame she perceived in the telling had perturbed her.

The sound of the hatch opening drew her eyes upward- was it possible to leave this place so easily? She might have to consider it, soon... something about the space felt confining to her, as though there was something weighing upon her mind that had not been there before. Some small part of her was telling her to follow him despite his apparent desire to the contrary, but she shook her head minutely to herself. What good would that do? It was not as though she knew or could say anything helpful at a point like this; she was barely more than a prisoner at any rate.

Instead, Sable surveyed the room, and seeing nothing of particular interest happening, promptly lay on her side, back against the wall, and curled in on herself. She was tired... so very, very weary, and sleep seemed like the best thing she could do right now. Black eyes fluttered shut slowly, and she sank into unconsciousness.

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Citrine's dreams were fitful, and she woke to the decidedly unwelcome smell of smoke, to find that she'd managed to set her coverlet on fire. Lovely, she thought sardonically, clenching her fists to close off the fire. She was dangerous even when sleeping. No wonder people generally didn't touch her with a ten-foot pole.

Sighing, she changed and was halfway through deciding what she wanted for breakfast when she remembered that she had to report to her father today, and probably now rather than later. This was going to be a most enjoyable day, and she just knew it. Well, come on then Citrine... moping about isn't going to get you anywhere, and it certainly won't get Sable back.

That thought firmly in mind, she ascended the building to Spectrum's office, hand not even quite to the door when Niles opened it and ushered her in. Spectrum was sitting at his desk, eyes fixed on the wall-sized computer screen that seemed to be ever feeding him information that nobody else was privy to. He looked up at her entrance, however, and the monitor went dark. Niles took up the position of sentry, just over her father's left shoulder, and she wondered for a moment how either of them could stand that sort of arrangement.

Citrine, his voice was low in timbre, even in her mind, and she executed a salute, one hand crossed over her chest, hand balled into a fist, inclining her entire torso slightly in a shallow bow.

Sir, she replied formally. You wished to see me? Looking up, she met his steady gray eyes without flinching, not a frequently-achieved thing, and he nodded slightly.

You know very well what this is about, so I will not bother telling you. What happened? Spectrum leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and one ankle over the opposite knee.

Citrine took a deep breath. What was she supposed to say, exactly? It wasn't as though she was unaware that she had failed, or that Vermillion had broken several protocols by attacking Azure, but... Agent Vermillion and myself had conducted a search for Agent Sable, but we'd found basically nothing. We were meeting to come back to headquarters when we quite literally stumbled upon the rebels. The situation was bad from the start... there were at least four of them, and that includes Azure. One of them was fleeing with Sable, so I ordered Agent Vermillion to stay behind and keep as many of them busy as possible while I went after her. Unfortunately, whatever number of people fought him was formidable, and his engine went over capacity. I was surrounded soon after, and Azure... teleported us back to HQ.

Her father's eyes narrowed. Are you saying that you take full responsibility for ordering Vermillion to engage when you had explicit instructions to the contrary? His disbelief was clear, and not without reason. Generally speaking, she had a healthy respect for the rules that he did not, but that was precisely why it was so important that the story be told this way. She could deal with an infraction of this size on her record, since it was spotless.

So, fixing her father with the steadiest gaze she could muster, she replied. Yes.

Spectrum sighed then. "Very well," he allowed, speaking aloud for Niles's benefit. "We will see what Vermillion has to say for himself. Niles, do show him in, or find him. I care not which."

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#, as written by zeromag
After leaving LIMIT Cyan headed toward the old house where he previously stayed. " Things seem to be getting a lot more interesting," he said ," for some reason something ouminous seems to be developing. I dont think anyone can afford to be relaxed. I have to figure out how to stop LIMIT or at least loosen its grip on things." knowing that things wont get easier Cyan set off to see a certain person who has a grasp on these things.

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#, as written by Ghaarme
"Hmm..." Vermillion rummaged through the mini-fridge in the darkness, feeling around for something to quench the burning dryness in his throat. "Empty blood vial, spoiled milk, purple stuff...oh sweet! Sunny D!" with an unecessary flourish he uncapped the jug and quickly drained the orange juice. It was cool and relieving going down. Feeling it was...strange, to say the least. It had been too long since he'd actually felt all of the side-effects of dehydration instead of keeling over after a bout of vertigo. More amazing still, was how good it felt to have the pain alleviated. Remembering the meeting that was supposed to take place in a few minutes, Vermillion set to work with grooming himself. Showering, brushing teeth, combing hair and slipping into a uniform of his very own. He hadn't worn the thing in a while and the black shirt was a bit snug on his chest, but it was the most professional garb he owned. Black shirt, black pants, black boots. Sexy.

Preparations complete, he made his way through the halls and entered the elevator. He found it odd that there were no other agents in the vicinity, but quickly lost his train of thought when a sharp pain flared up in his ribs. He placed a hand on the spot where the bandages covered a slash under his shirt. Pain really was quite a bother. It was a wonder how others lived with it on a day to day basis. Hell, it was a wonder how Vermillion himself had lived with it before his days in LIMIT.

That little fop of a man--Nile's, he remembered--was waiting just outside of the elevator. Vermillion waved the man along and muttered that he understood where to be and what to do.

"Good morning sir." he said, stepping into Spectrum's office. Vermillion wore a stern mask and stood erect, keeping his arms at his side in a deferring stance. "Agent Vermillion reporting as requested."

Casting a sideways glance at Citrine, he continued. "I take it that commander Citrine has already given you a full report. I'm ready to accept any punishment you deem adequate sir." Vermillion stared, his face expressionless, at the head of LIMIT. If anything, he wasn't going to show weakness. "Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"


With an overly loud sigh Arsenic leaned back on the couch, allowing her arms to hang over the back. "I'm gon'na kill that bitch."

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Spectrum resisted the urge to roll his eyes, a rather uncouth habit that he'd picked up from his wife. Rather, he merely stared the both of them down for a few moments. It was clear that something was not as they told it, but in truth it didn't matter much. The problem was still of the same nature it had been before, and that was not going to change unless something else was done with it.

"Fine," he replied tonelessly. "Agent Citrine, you are confined to the building for forty-eight hours." A slap on the wrist, and everyone knew it. Still, it wasn't as though he had the resources to spare in order that he might lengthen the punishment. Add to that the fact that it was a first offense (and not terribly wanton or egregious as told) and it made a great deal of sense. "Agent Vermillion... you may leave, but not to find the rebels. And especially not to engage them. If I am understood, you are both dismissed."

After they filed out, Spectrum turned his computer screen back on, bringing up a map of the city with a dot on it that represented 001's current location. Looks like they've lost her... he considered calling her back, but in reality this would likely entail him having to find her personally, freeze her in time (fortunately, his area of effect was larger than her Dispell range), bind her, and transport her that way. He didn't much fancy wasting the effort that would take. She'd look for Azure until the end of days if she had to.

For now, however, it seemed even Colorless had failed him. "Niles," he spoke in an almost off-handed manner, "how many Magispawn do we currently have in the holding facility in the third sector?"

There was the tapping sound of the tall, lanky man consulting his technology, then a matter-of-fact response. "Approximately one hundred ready for immediate use, sir."

"Very well..." there was a pause as Spectrum consulted the map, running a few algorithms and probabilities in his head. "Send fifty of them to this area," he ordered, indicating a broad three-mile radius which included the current location of the rebels. "And make sure at least one of them is a tracker. Give it the Life Engine's scent. That should be easy enough to follow."

"Of course sir. They should be on the area in an hour."

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Citrine, once outside her father's office, shot Vermillion a glance. He appeared to be doing better than yesterday, anyway, though for once she could almost have said he was in pain or discomfort of some kind.

I'm going to take a look at that data now, if you're still interested. With that, she set off down an adjacent hallway and to a room that while generally unused, was actually very important. Spectrum, she knew, had access to every computer in the building at all times. What he did not know was that there was one exception to this rule.

What had once been her Uncle Saffron's office now belonged to her, and she placed the pad of her thumb to the fingerprint scanner and stepped aside as the door swung open. The lights flicked on inside, revealing a space that though much smaller than Spectrum's, was still quite spacious for its purpose. It had the feel of not being very often-used, and a fine layer of dust covered most of the objects within, save a computer console unit on the wall and a few of the books on the shelf that surrounded the solitary window. It would appear that the cleaning staff wasn't permitted in here.

Two wingbacked leather chairs sat facing the redwood desk, all thee pieces obviously antique. Saffron had enjoyed such things, she remembered. But remembering her uncle was not her reason for being here, and indeed she swiftly crossed to the desk, finding the disk input and removing Azure's information from her pocket.

A window popped up on the screen upon the wall. Population Control Project- Version 1.4 stared back at them in glowing letters. Citrine frowned, and prompted the slide to change, only to repeat the motion slowly for several minutes, the expression of disbelief (and horror) growing on her face as every one of them flashed by. At the end, she stared at the screen unblinkingly for a few moments before collapsing into the desk chair.

What... what is this?

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Colorless stalked quietly through the streets, her eyes falling to the people walking past her. If she wasn't on strict orders from Spectrum, this would be like a playground to her, but alas, no killing civilians. There was no need for population control at the moment.

"So many toys...It's a shame I can't play with them...Perhaps I should just kill Spectrum and be over with it...No...that won't do. I might not be able to do it, with that blasted engine of his. He out-ranges me. Oh well, I need to find a new weapon anyways." She stopped when she spied an antique store. "interesting." She slowly opened the door, and the elderly shopkeeper greeted her.

"Hello young lady. How may I assisst you. We have many antiques from the old war." He waved his hand around the shop, and Colorless' eyes followed. She stepped over to a section that held various antique weapons, from firearms to bladed weapons. It was here where she saw what she was looking. A large sword, with a cleaver shaped blade and a wooden hilt. She picked it up, and a grin came over her face.

"It's...perfect. So beautiful, I'm sure Isaac will love it as it slides across his neck." She looked over to the shopkeeper. "I'm taking this." And with that she turned to leave when the shopkeeper stopped her.

"You, you need to pay for that young lady..."He said, grabbing her arm. Her eyes flashed as she grabbed his neck.

"How dare you touch me!? Isaac is the only one who can do that! Be glad I'm not supposed to kill, or I would practice with my new blade." With those words she threw the man across the shop into the counter. "Wait for me Isaac. You're going to love my new blade." She said as she tied a purple ribbon to the hilt, slinging the blade on her back.

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Isaac stood up after an hour of thinking. It was clear now that he had no time to think of the past, only time to think of the now, and the future. It was now time....to attack the Magispawn creation facility, and end the nightmare plaguing this city. With that resolve he returned to the rebel hideout. When he entered he immedietly turned on a monitor on the wall.

"Everyone. Now is not the time for doubt, only for action. It is time we destroyed the threat that exists in this city, and that is the Magispawn creation facility. Now, to destroy it, I will need everyone's assistance on this mission. Unlike previous mission where we went as separate teams, now we will travel as one. Now, the mission is to first gain entrance to the facility. However, we must be careful. If we give them time, they will awaken an army of Magispawn, and we will be over run. No, this will be a blitzkrieg, one fast, unstoppable movement. We enter, sabotage the Magitech core powering the base, then quickly exfiltrate to a safe location." He paused, giving everyone a serious look.

"This mission will be the most important and most difficult battle in your lives. Yet, if we can pull it off, LIMIT will begin to crumble, leading us one step closer to toppling it. Now then, if any of you want to stay behind, now is the moment to speak. I will not think little of you if you choose to do so, as I understand the dangers of the missions, and I want you all to know as well. Now please, tell me whom of you will follow me into this battle?" Azure asked as he looked intensely at them.

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A wordless nod was the best he could manage before being summarily dismissed. In the hall, Vermillion heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall for support. He winced, the sudden exhalation of air straining his wounds, and then smiled. It was odd...he had expected at the very least to be brow beaten by his superior, but no. It was more like being told you were grounded, but enforcing no actual restrictions. Citrine's mental prodding was all he needed to straighten up and follow her to her office. He glanced around with muted interest, noting that this was the first time he had been in the woman's quarters. That, and how much more lavish the accomodations were.

"Well, let's get this over with." I'm guessing it'll be complete bullshit but...oh wait. You can hear me, can't you? Shit. Vermillion quickly conjured up an image of a blurred tv screen and simulated the sound of static in his mind. "Hehe...disregard that last thought."

Without another word and an awkward smile, he sank into one of the chairs and looked on as the disk was set. The first slide passed, and Vermillion made his best attempt not to look bored. The second came, scientists shaking hands and patting eachother's back...then the third, showing some half-assed latex monsters in a tube. They continued on for a short while, and with each passing image the sham seemed less and less fake. He leaned forward and blinked several times to make sure what he was seeing was correct. Pictures of victims of the 'trial runs' flashed on the screen, and it felt as if he'd received an splash of ice-cold water. Civillians. Some people whom he recognized, those that he hadn't been fast enough to save during his missions. It felt as if the entire horrible ordeal was a brief moment in time, as seconds later the screen dimmed to black.

"No...that...no." Vermillion looked to Citrine, his expression conveying that he had about as much of an answer as she did. "It...Azure...he-he could have doctored the photos, fake the information...i-it's not too hard to pull up the death-counts of each raid..." Even he wasn't convinced by his own words. The images were too real, and the angles of the shots...alot of them looked as if they had come from the front of one of the LIMIT agent's vest, judging by how arms and guns obscured some of the footage. Vermillion rested his head in his hands, speaking in a hollow tone.

"This isn't real, right...?" he continued on in his mind. I've had my world shattered and rebuilt too many times now, too many times for this to possibly be true. Azure. He's messing with us...trying to break our resolve... If that in fact was the case, it was working.


Arsenic raised her head and paid a moderate amount of attention to Azure's speech. After a long pause, she spoke up.

"Is exfiltrate a real word?" she appeared completely serious at first before breaking into a giggle. "Yeah. Sure, you know i'm in Blue." Not deigning to speak any more Arsenic leaned back again and closed her eyes. At least the boredom would wane soon.

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Sable awoke as soon as Azure entered the building again. If you could call it a building, anyway. Such were the effects of being whatever she was: you never slept all that deeply, really. Maybe she'd just become attuned to waiting for the scientists to come in and draw blood, which happened at regular enough intervals, one which happened to fall during the hours that most people slept.

He was speaking to all those present, though she couldn't help but feel somewhat alienated from what was happening. The way Sable saw it, she was nearly useless in any combat situation. While her shields could be used as a weapon of sorts, she was not terribly skilled at this, and honestly she would likely be spending most of her time shielding herself anyway. Well, maybe not, given that she could recover better than most people.

Maybe if she told them... but no. She hadn't even told Vermillion or Citrine about that, and she didn't trust any of these people nearly as much as she had come to trust those two. Maybe, maybe one day, if there was no other way, but for today, her secrets would remain with her.

Still, there was a decision to be made here, and Azure was clearly waiting for answers. Learning about what LIMIT really did had not been easy, but she could not deny that doing what Spectrum had done was wrong; unspeakable, even. Which really meant that this choice was no choice at all. If there was one thing Sable was hardwired to do, it was help where and when she could.

"I will come also," she said aloud, looking for a moment as though she had surprised herself by doing so, but swiftly falling back into passive neutrality. Black eyes flickered down to the pale hands folded neatly in her lap, and she pursed her lips slightly. I will do whatever I can, with these hands of mine. But... I will also make sure that in opposing LIMIT, we do not come to resemble it.

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Citrine barely registered that Vermillion was speaking, let alone what he said, so it would be fair to say that his inarticulateness, similar to her own, went largely unnoticed. She was far too enraptured by the final image, that even now lingered on the screen. The bodies of a family of three; a mother, father, and young child. The girl could not have been more than nine or so, but somehow the tormented repose in which she was cast made her seem older, perhaps twelve or thirteen. Their bodies were all mauled, flesh rent from bone, blood staining the ground beneath them.

All her life, this was what she had been told she must stop, must prevent. Civilian deaths were the reason LIMIT existed. They were to fight the MagiSpawn, to protect the sacred entity that was human life, no matter what it cost them individually. They were to be guardians, the sentinels of the city, the last defense when walls and traps would not keep the beasts from their prey.

Was it all truly a lie? Citrine ran a hand through loose blond hair, leaning back in her chair and pinching the bridge of her nose in her fingertips. Could Spectrum- could her father really have sanctioned this at the same time as he told her about the duty to protect?

The painful realization did not waste time in dawning on her. No, her father had not lied to her. He really believed in looking out for people. But the man in that office, the one who called himself not David Solomon but Spectrum- that man was not her father. Not anymore, at any rate. What had once been a dream to see the people of the world protected had become twisted in the mind of whomever the megalomaniac in that office was and transformed into this. Probably at about the same time as LIMIT had transformed from a collective of brilliant minds working on engines to the organization that killed the MagiSpawn of their own creation. Probably about the same time as her mother had died.

Gritting her teeth, Citrine removed the disk and replaced it in her pocket, taking a deep, slightly-shuddering breath. She was beginning to feel feverish; it was a miracle the entire building wasn't on fire right now. But she couldn't afford to lose it; not with so much at stake. The thought that it could all be false, that Azure could have somehow fabricated everything, flitted across her mind, enticing with honeyed promises of an easy resolution, but she ignored it with the same iron determination she'd always had.

Instead, she removed the cell phone and placed it on the table; the one Azure had said she could use to contact him. In truth, the idea of giving a mute a phone was amusing, but she supposed she could always text. Still, she was not precisely certain that was what she wanted. To cooperate with Azure would mean in some way sanctioning the action he had taken by kidnapping Sable, and that was not something she wanted to do by any means. In fact, she found the entire idea of a rebellion less useful than what she was considering, but it was possible that her fevered mind, wracked with a nameless grief as it was, was missing something important.

Thus, she decided to put it to Vermillion and see what he thought. At this point, he was probably the only person she could trust; the expression on his face and the thoughts in his head were enough to confirm that he'd had no knowledge of this either, and the way he was reacting to it meant he too was appalled at what he had seen. That was good enough for her.

Azure gave me this as well, she explained, meeting his eyes as steadily as possible given her present state. He says it can be used to contact him but... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that idea yet. Perhaps it would make more sense for us to help put a stop to this our own way... though I suppose I'm assuming you think something should indeed be done. I think I am safe in the assumption, mind, but if i am not, please do say so.

At any rate, those seem to be our choices, unless you can think of something else?
Citrine was genuinely uncertain of the best path to take; understandable, given that a good chunk of her worldview had just been turned on its head. Hopefully, Vermillion would be more certain of... something.

*****

A horde of MagiSpawn seventy strong flooded through the city, sending civilians panicking into their homes. For once, however, the beasts took no note of them. All eyes were fixed on the one who led, a tracker-beast with a trail. The one called Sable smelled unlike anything it knew, and thus it was easy to follow the scent.

It was not long before they had all reached the area outside of the hideout, where the trail suddenly stopped. The tracker growled deep in its throat; such a thing could only mean that she had gone aground, above, or through water, of which there was none present.

The utterance set off a chain reaction, and it was not long before the horde was emitting a cacophony of growls, snarls, and wails, the music of the damned. Wherever the target was, there would be no mistaking that they were coming, and all who stood in their way would perish.

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Azure nodded to Sable. He knew that she wanted to protect this city, to do what she could. What right did he have to stop her.

"This battle will be hard, yet we must not lose hope. The end is almost in sight, and when we reach it, this city will finally be able to live in peace, without fear of the magispawn." Azure sighed. In a way, he was sorry for dragging them all into this mess, when he knew that it was hard to be seen by the populus as enemies, as villians trying to overthrow their source of protection. Yet he knew that no one would believe them, that the citizens of this city would not be able to see past the lies that LIMIT had veiled over them. He knew...it was his duty to remove the veil, and bring LIMIT into the light.

"Now, I suggest that we rest, for we strike tomo-" Azure was cut off by the sound of an alarm. He looked on the monitor and cursed as he saw a small army of Magispawn forming outside of the hideout. "Damn! They found us. It looks like we get no time to rest..." He looked to Sable. "Please stay here with Ivory. Put up a barrier and do not let it down unless it is one of us." He then turned twords the others. "Now come! We must destroy these beasts!" Azure run outside, the dark army growling menacingly at him.

"Well now, have you come for Sable? I am affraid I cannot allow you monsters to have her!" Azure held his hand up, activating 70% of his Engine. "Create!" With that word an azure blue sphere formed over a group of the magispawn. "And Destroy!" He closed his hand, and the sphere imploded, wiping everything inside it out of existance. With the attack he destroyed a fifth of the army. Six blades appeared and swirled around him. "Come, and be destroyed you fiends."

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Colorless spotted the Magispawn as they rushed past her, the people fleeing inside.

"Spectrum's pets...why are they here? Unless..." A grin came across her face. "They're hunting for Isaac! If I follow them they will lead me straight to him! This is perfect!" She gripped her new cleaver, and chased after the Magispawn, hoping that they will lead her straight to him.

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Sable waited until everyone had cleared out, then took a deep breath. Maybe she should tell them that this was hard for her, that her shields didn't always stay. It would be bad for them to reply on something that could falter, wouldn't it? But then, what good would it do to simply say as much and be done with it? If Azure was telling her to protect Ivory and shield the door, then it needed to be done, and she certainly had a better shot than the poor unconscious girl.

Fine then. No complaints, just do it. Her barrier would hold because it had to. That in mind, she placed one squarely over the entranceway, just a bit larger than a tall person would be. Not the ideal size for strength, but better than having to defend something huge, and therefore manageable for them moment. Sable braced both of her bare feet firmly on the chilly concrete beneath them, wondering idly for a moment why every place she had to go wound up being so cold. It didn't bother her, particularly; her body temperature was on the higher end, but she wasn't Citrine, who could walk out in the middle of winter in a short-sleeved shirt and be fine.

Slender, pale arms trembled just a bit as she held them straight out in front of her, willing the black wall she'd created to be solid as possible. Technically, standing like this didn't help anything, but it made it easier to focus, and for that she was fine with feeling a little silly.

The body of something- a MagiSpawn, she supposed- hit the barrier with force, and Sable flinched, but the barrier held steady. Apparently, the thing was not willing to give up though, and several more impacts, each heavier than the last, brought the small girl to her knees. Whatever was pounding on the door was massive, probably twice her size at least, and the repeated pressure was almost too much. It was clear to her that the shield wouldn't hold for too much longer, so Sable had to act fast. Timing would be crucial.

Letting her barrier wall weaken so that the thing would crash through much more easily than it was expecting, she focused instead on creating another shield, this one about the size of her hand. The concentrated energy crackled with scant-contained power, but she forced it to be smaller still, so that it was about the size of a golf ball.

The opaque force field shattered, admitting half of a MagiSpawn too big to actually fit all the way through the door. Holding her breath, Sable took careful aim, and released the ball of energy. The blowback was more than she'd planned on, and sent her hair and dress back with force almost enough to knock her over, though it was clear that the MagiSpawn got the worst of it.

The creature howled piteously, as a hole appeared in its chest, having passed straight through the entirety of its body, and the massive creature stumbled backwards before collapsing, very clearly dead. Without stopping to think, Sable erected a new shield over the now-empty doorway, hoping that at the very least, the sight of it would be enough to deter any more attacks.

She tried very hard to ignore the sick feeling in her stomach that had immediately assaulted her upon the realization that she had ended a life, no matter what kind.

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Head cradled in his hands, Vermillion only dully registered the clack of the cellphone being set on the table. He leaned back in the chair and gave it a sidelong glance as Citrine explained it's value. Less than three minutes ago he would have said to smash the damned thing and be done with it. With a rueful smile, he closed his eyes and ran the possibilities though his mind. If this was indeed true, how many other instances had been forged to suit LIMIT? The birth of those compatable with magitech? His finding the recruitment building in the first place? His throat grew dry. The death of his sister...? She had been shielded by their parent's refusal to allow engine implantation at a young age...what if...

"Fuck." he finally said, overly loud. Before she could get the wrong impression, he corrected himself. "I-I don't mean that's what we should do, I mean not unl--Ok! Back to the matter at hand. We can't be entirely sure that this isn't falsified information...it's too easy to forge stuff like this nowadays to trust anything digital. But...I'm...having some doubts." he switched to mental communication out of fear of being overheard.

I'm not sure what exactly to do, but i'm on board for you're "let's do this our own way" scheme. Vermillion stood up and tugged on the collar of the tight-fitting shirt. I'm going to try and track down Azure again. Don't use that phone... he stopped midway through the sentence as if something had dawned on him. No! It isn't tapped! Well, not by Spectrum anyway. Use that phone if you need to contact me...it should open a secure connection despite mine being LIMIT brand. Since you're on lockdown, sort through the research files to find...something. It obviously won't be labeled 'Magispawn Project', but probably hidden by something just similar enough to be easily identified by those who had prior knowledge of it. He rubbed his chin for a moment before grinning. It was always fun when the man had his moments of brilliance. For him, anyways. Look through the magitech engine data, the ones where dna was altered. Specifically, look through the anomallies. Scrub the computer in here when you're done, just in case Spectrum decides to manually check it.

"I'm going to go change and get moving." he leaned toward Citrine for a second before catching himself, apparently thinking better of whatever he was about to do. "Good luck." at the door, Vermillion stopped and tentatively leaned back into the dorway. "If...you don't mind me asking...what's your name? Your real name?"


Azure's words passed through one ear and out the other as Arsenic listened on in without comprehension. She suddenly felt that she didn't care much what the man had to say anymore. For some reason, the infatuation had passed. Maybe it was the fact he was a workaholic? Maybe it was the lack of personal attention, or--

"Now come! We must destroy these beasts!" Azure's booming voice cut through the meloncholy haze that permeated the young woman's mind. She snapped up straight, her awareness in full and rushed out the doorway just behind Azure. She was immediately greeted by the sight of his new power deimating a sizeable chunk of the twisted abominations called magispawn. She stared on in awe for several seconds before setting her full lips into a pout. Not one to be outdone, Arsenic shifted into her liquidous form and hurled herself into the mass of foes. Lashing this way and that, dissolving strips of flesh and bone, Arsenic absorbed, melted and devoured a half-dozen of the creatures before they even became aware that the splash of grayish water was even a threat.

It wasn't as if they could do anything to stop her in any case. With each victim broken down and absorbed, her dissolution form grew in size. By the time the magispawn began slashing at her membranous liquid skin Arsenic's new body was the size of a pickup truck. Each bite and scratch brought her marginal discomfort, but melted the teeth, claws and skin of those who sought to harm her. She stood for a long moment in the form of a watery woman, then grinned and gave a laugh that sounded of heavy rain before washing over then next group of beasts in a deadly wave. Exhiliration and ecstasy coursed through the woman as she slaughtered and assimilated the flesh into her own watery form, growing more mass faster than the frantic magispawn could wear it away.

She would have laughed in Sable's face had the darkling confided in her of her own squeamishness...it truly was a laughable notion.

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Citrine nodded wordlessly as Vermillion explained his plan- she had to admit, it was better than anything she could come up with at the moment. As little as she liked the idea of him searching out Azure on his own (though, honestly, he was an operative just as surely as anyone else, so it shouldn't bother her so much) she understood that more information was probably necessary, and she would not be surprised if he needed to be away from the place for a while anyway.

She knew she wished to be, but she had no desire to anger her father at the moment. Whatever it was that they were going to do, it would be good to remain under the radar. Which was why she wasn't even going to "notice" his absence at all.

So why was it that such a thing, normal as it was, suddenly seemed like such a laughable notion? Agents weren't always aware of each others' comings and goings- the majority barely even knew each other at all outside of the few social gatherings that LIMIT hosted every year, where they were required to be present unless on duty so that the organization's sponsors might see what their money was doing. To be honest, her main connection with Vermillion prior to the rebellion had been the simple fact that both of them actually gave a damn about Sable.

You sound pathetic, she admonished herself so he couldn't pick up on the thought. It's not like you're dependent, so why do you even- the thought cut off at about the same time as Vermillion for some inexplicable reason leaned forward, and for even more incomprehensible causes, her breath caught in her throat.

But he moved away again, and the movement passed, Citrine's brain regaining normal function, though what exactly she had been thinking about wouldn't be remembered until some time later.

"If...you don't mind me asking...what's your name? Your real name?" She was caught off-guard twofold: first, by the simple fact that he did not already know. Then again, she supposed that technically, personnel files (especially hers) were privileged information, and the fact that she had read them all was the exception rather than the rule. Second, and more troubling... was that hesitation in his tone? Vermillion was a lot of things, but she did not recall hesitant being one of them.

It's Selene, she replied almost immediately. Then, with a touch more reserve: Selene Solomon.

She watched him leave, shaking her head as if to clear it of some errant thought, and immediately turned back to her computer. There was much work to be done, after all, and it would take most of her formidable technological capacity to find what she sought.

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Unnoticed by any of the fighters involved, one MagiSpawn stood apart from the rest, the camera that had been installed in its head recording the events of the battle for later data retrieval. Deciding that it had seen enough, the smallish monster, inconsequential amidst its peers, turned and fled the scene.

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Ivory shot up, awoken by the roars of Magispawn. After shaking her head a bit, she registered the scene before her. Sable was being attacked! Ivory stumbled forward, then tripped. Heaving herself up, Ivory gritted her teeth. Although the girl had lost a magority of memory, she still new how awful MagiSpawn were. An ivory wind blew in gracifully, not revealing how unsettled their controller was. At reanforced Sabel's sheild, then hardened instantly. "Agh, Sabel... What's going on?", Ivory forced out.

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"We are being attacked," Sable responded simply, somewhat confused as to why Ivory could not discern this even though she had clearly known enough to attempt to reinforce Sable's own shield. Then again... maybe her recently-regained consciousness had something to do with it. This was certainly possible, and the young woman frowned slightly.

"You should still be resting," she advised in her usual flat, clinical tone. "It would do little good for you to fall unconscious again, and I have been managing well enough by myself thus far. Please do not feel obligated to put in so much effort in your present state; it will likely mean more trouble for the both of us later."

Sable strained her hearing, but she still could not make out anything that was happening on the other side of the joint barrier. The opacity of hers blocked vision, and it seemed that Ivory's had some sound-dulling properties as well. She supposed she could only hope that the two outside were doing all right, and wait for some kind of pressure on the shield to signal their return, preferably without any major injuries. Not that those would be as much of a problem now that she was around, but... the couldn't bring back the dead. At least not that she knew of.

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The ivory wind shattered, while Ivory herself gripped her head unsteadily. "Ya, your right. Sorry Sabel, but blood and teleportation don't agree with me." The girl plopped down, leaning against the wall. "Are the others fighting outside? Where are they?", she asked softly. Hopefully, Ivory would be back to normally soon. She could already feel herself getting better.

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Seconds became moments, and moments minutes as the battle began to drag on. Minutes that, in the fast-paced rush of combat, seemed to pass by much to slowly. Azure's chest was heaving from exertion and exhaustion, a hill of torn and imploded magispawn sourrding the man as a testament to his strength. It wasn't quite enough though. Somehow the rebel leader had miscalculated and taken the small army of beasts to be the only force, when in actuality, it was barely half. The second portion of the army had flanked the rebels and began swarming the opposite side of building in an attempt to get to Sable. Somewhere between Ivory and Sable forming barriers for the front and the enemy reinforcements slamming into the back of the structure Arsenic had slipped back into the building.

In her liquidous state--and having the accumulated mass of a small building at this point--she pressed herself against the back walls and ceiling to form a three-foot thick wall of acidic water. Those few magispawn that did manage to claw through a window or fall in through a ventilation shaft were suspended for a moment within Arsenic's form like fruit in gelatin for a moment before being horribly dissolved and adding to the mass. It had been almost an hour of this though, and her strength was waning. It took a supreme effort not to collapse the massive form she had built up and Azure wasn't in much better condition.

The man hefted his katana into the air and conured several broadswords to protect his flanks as more of the magispawn came on. Over the course of the fight he'd been having to increase the power output of his engine by one-percent intervals every minute or so to keep up with the strain. At this point of about 90%, he could easily decimate the remaining magispawn with a massive time rift. The problem was he'd level ten city blocks and kill everyone else along with them. Sweat poured into his eyes and Azure lost count of how many times he had cut down a magispawn...but for some reason, they had stopped. The freakish monstrosities were simply crouching in a semi-circle...waiting.

Taking advantage of the pause, Azure teleported inside of the temporary HQ, but immediately felt something wrong. Not Arsenic, who had also sensed the break in the siege and collapsed back into human form. The remainder of her watery body turned into ust that; water, and rained down all inside the building. Glancing back at the entrance it was clear as day, one could see the army waiting outside. He slowly turned to regard Sable and Ivory. "When did you dismiss the barriers?"

"Surprise!" A young, giddy girl slid along the waterlogged floor and came up behind Sable in a crouch, her sword coming around to lop the other woman's head off. Azure quickly raised his own blade and charged to deflect the blow.


It was so strange. They didn't move, barely even breathed, and paid no heed to the LIMIT agent walking amongst them. Vermillion was a little more than unnerved by the sea of statuesque magispawn and still tried to give each and every one a wide berth. Eventually he made it to the obect of their fascination, some beaten and torn building. One look through the front door though, and he understood. From this angle he could see Azure and some other woman raising their weapons to strike Sable down.

In that one moment he had all the proof he needed to discredit the lying bastard's evidence. Without any real thought reddish energy erupted from his form and burned through skin, clothing and other soft tissue. He was a flaming demon once more and with level eight active Vermillion was already between the attacking pair and hovering over Sable. He held a blade in each hand, allowing any realizations Azure might have to sink in before he yanked both weapons and sent them crashing through the front wall and into the space provided by the magispawn.


By the time he managed to sit up the world wasn't spinning quite as much. His body was screaming in pain though. Azure glanced over at Colorless, who lay unmoving. Probably dead for the time being...and then the images of Vermillion's infernal form came to mind and Azure surged up--only to be smashed back down again back a fist that might as well have been steel. He could feel something crunch, probably his nose, but wasn't able to dwell on the feeling as Vermillion's strikes rained down upon him like the blows of some dark god's hammer. It only took a few seconds to lose all sensation aside from intense pain. The blue-armored man was only faintly aware of Vermillion stradling him to deliver the punishment, and that the only thing keeping him from being reduced to a bloody smear on the ground was his armor. Armor...

With a sudden pulse Vermillion froze. Azure weakly pushed the man off of him and arose on unstead legs. The effort was nearly unbearable and Azure had to beat back the darkness couding the edges of his vision. His engine was running at 99% now, which allowed him to halt the flow of time in a localized area. Namely, Vermillion. He stared at the man who used to be his friend with a mix of pity and anger. It was obvious that Vermillion had snapped and would no longer listen to reason. He raised his sword. "I'm sorry."

"I said..." Azure's eyes widened in shock. "Surprise!!" A lengthy piece of steel burst from Azure's chest through, ironically, the cracks and breaks that Vermillion had just finished making in his armor. The world began to fade rapidly. His heart and his core were pulsing and beating too fast, and a fusion of blood and energy was leaking from his wounds. It was all too much. Azure's blood began to glow an unearthly blue.

Colorless grinned and pressed her body against his in a surprisingly tender embrace. "I told you I'd kill you Isaac..."

All at once, his engine overloaded, and a massive shaft of azure light engulfed the two. The power raidating from it was palpable. Yet, just as soon as it had begun, it was over. The light was gone and so were Azure and Colorless. Only a tiny, violet ribbon on scorched earth marked their passing.


Awareness came back to Vermillion in a horrendous wave of agony. He had been flung away by the strange light and landed inside of the building. Normally, despite the debilitating costs of engaging level 8, he would still be able to move due to numbness or at least black out. But that light, just as with Azure's blade during their last encounter, did something to his nerves and Vermillion could feel everything. For the first time in his life he would have preferred death than this. Out of the corner of his eye he caught something black...the pain of turning his head would have made him scream had not his throat been a hot, bloody mess.

Sable... She was in one piece. Without skin or lips it was impossible to smile, but a single bloody tear managed to make it's way from his bloodhsot eyes. That was it. No blacking out or fainting this time. His heart simply stopped.


Arsenic stared wide-eyed at the scene around her. Azure and the freak were gone. The magispawn were still just...there, and some man that looked like something out of the darker parts of the Bible lay unmoving in the middle of the room. Tears came unbidden. The woman was unsure of what to feel at the moment although her body was. She looked to Sable and Ivory. She wanted to say, "What now?" But the words wouldn't form.

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Sable momentarily dropped the barrier to allow Arsenic through; she had the answer to her unasked question as soon as the woman began to cover air vents in an attempt to stop invasion that way. Sable might have indicated her gratefulness for the assistance to both her and Ivory, but she did not have the energy to waste on speaking. The constant jarring on her barriers was swiftly draining her of energy, and she honestly had no idea how much longer she was going to be able to keep the thing up. Poor Ivory didn't look well, and she was worried for Azure, out against all those MagiSpawn by himself.

The world seemed to shake, and Sable's barrier wavered. She fought to restore it, but then Azure teleported in and the surprise startled it into vanishing entirely. Azure spoke, but she barely caught the words, as her attention immediately fixed in what came next.

"Surprise." Sable's midnight eyes went wide, and she heard the movement behind her, though she knew she was far from fast enough to do anything about it. Weakened as she was, there was no chance of throwing up a barrier either. Azure leapt forward, but Sable did not think even he would make it in time. Her eyes fell closed, and she wondered for a moment what Citrine and Vermillion would do when they found out she was dead. Of all the people she knew, those two were the only ones she even dared to hope would mourn her loss. She had been born an only child, but Sable sometimes thought that if she'd ever had siblings, she would have liked for them to be just like those two. There were several crunching sounds, and she could only guess from what, certain that she did not want to know.

Too long passed, and Sable felt heat on her face. Opening her eyes, the girl let out a small gasp when she observed what had happened. "Vermillion," she said in a very small voice. Though his power had turned him into something that barely resembled the man himself, she recognized the hue of his engine. The construct he had become, though, did not move, and she looked past him to Azure, and the girl with too many engines.

"Behi-" but she did not have time to finish the warning, and Sable cringed at the sword was run through Azure's back, the horror of the entire scene before her forced her a step backward, and a strange, unearthly light overtook the two of them, and they disappeared. In the stunned silence that followed, Vermillion collapsed, and just past him, Sable caught the surprised face of Citrine, as well as the much more composed expression of Spectrum himself.

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Citrine sat back in her chair and sighed. All the searches she could think of had thus far yielded nothing, and what was more, she was out of ideas. Uncle... surely, if this had been happening, you would have left me some sort of clue. But what? Dr. Saffron had always been fond of puzzles and riddles, and his encryption was riddled with them, along with references to various silly stories he'd told her as a child. Surely, a man who was, willingly or not, helping to create the army that would kill so many innocents would not have the time for something like levity, and yet... either way, she was far too shaken to deal with any of it at the moment.

Idly, she flicked to a tracking screen much like the one her father had in his office. There was Vermillion, near where she supposed the others must be. Sable's tracker had been removed, she supposed, but the fact that her ally was no longer moving significantly seemed to confirm that he had found something. Unless he just liked wandering around in the park, which she supposed was technically a possibility.

He was, however, surrounded by a number of dimmer, gray dots that she recognized immediately as indicating MagiSapwn. As she watched, s swath of them seemed to disappear, but she was more concerned with how they all gotten there in the first place. Such a large horde... it was unthinkable. Father. Citrine's jaw clenched, and it occurred to her that her genius of a sire may well have anticipated Vermillion going after Azure. He had been a little too easily convinced by her lie earlier, the one placing responsibility for the incident at the motel squarely upon her own shoulders. Shit.

Wiping the screen and the programming history of the computer for the past hour and a half, Citrine removed Azure's disk and shoved it in a pocket. She had to find Vermillion. There was a chance that he was in just as much danger from those MagiSpawn as Azure and his rebels were.

Exiting her uncle's old office, Citrine nearly jumped in surprise when she observed her father leaning against the wall in the hallway. She was about to explain, but realized she had no need to. Saffron had left the office and everything in it to her; trying to cover up her presence there would be more suspicious than not doing so. It didn't matter anyway, as Spectrum preempted anything she might have communicated with words of his own.

"Get your things. We are going to retrieve the Li- Sable. Vermillion is doubtless already there, but he will likely require assistance." Citrine nodded, trying to convey the appropriate amount of surprise. She didn't have to try very hard; the fact that her reclusive parent was going to do any of the dirty work himself was enough to provide that feeling in spades. What was he playing at? Selene knew him well enough to say that he never did anything that was not well-calculated and logically precise. Well, except designing monsters to kill thousands of people. Then again, even that had its own sort of twisted logic to it, if one were willing to completely ignore one's conscience, that is.

She followed immediately after him, not needing anything in particular, and her father surprised her by taking her arm gently in a hand. "I'm going to speed time now, so hold on and don't let go of my arm." Citrine was only too happy to comply, and the journey to the park whizzed by in what seemed like quite literally no time at all. Leading her over to what appeared to be a hole in the ground, Spectrum relinquished his grip, allowing his daughter to run forward. The two of them were in enough time to see a dying Azure and Colorless disappear, though Citrine did not recognize the girl who had stabbed him in the first place. Vermillion fell to the ground shortly after, and Citrine made eye contact with Sable for just an instant before rushing to his side. His power had long since peeled away everything but his muscle and bone, and Citrine found herself momentarily at a loss before looking to Sable with something approaching pleading in her expression.

The dark girl knelt at his side and shook her head slowly. "His heart has stopped," she said slowly, not quite believing it herself. "I... even I cannot bring back the d..." she swallowed, but before she could try to reform the words, Citrine broke in.

Don't say it! the woman shouted mentally, with enough force to make the others present flinch, and Spectrum had to step a few paces forward to avoid the shards from the piece of furniture that had spontaneously combusted next to him. Don't... please don't say it. Citrine's insides felt hollowed-out and she thought she might vomit at any second, but she refused to cry. She wasn't going to be the one who dissolved into uselessness, not now. But what was there that she could even do?

Sable, it seemed, had no such reservations, and the water fell soundlessly from her eyes even as she spoke in the calmest, most reassuring tone she could muster. "I... I am sorry. I cannot heal a body without life, and I cannot turn back time." She looked mournfully at her sole remaining friend, but Citrine's eyes had gone wide, and she turned backwards to face her father, who had been watching the whole ordeal with something approaching detached interest.

Spectrum knew immediately what the look meant of course, and he sighed internally. At this point, he would probably be better off if Vermillion was dead. The man was far too willing to ignore his orders, and seemed to be having a corrupting influence on his daughter besides, if she were willing to risk her own punishment to cover for him. Granted, when Spectrum had handed down the punishments, he had well expected this to happen, and it had worked out mostly as intended. Both Azure and Colorless were dead, and with their leader gone, his rebellion had been effectively crushed. The Life Engine was his again. Killing his impertinent soldier was an unexpected bonus.

But just by looking, he could tell his daughter would never forgive him if he did not do this. Not for the first time, he cursed the fact that his child had come to resemble his wife so much. She'd had the same defiant streak about her, and the thought of it sent an unexpected pang into his chest area. Fine. She would have her way as she had so many times as a child, but it would not be for free. Approaching the downed Vermillion, Spectrum instructed the others to stand back, which they did, and Activated his own engine, producing a swirl of effervescent color, which he concentrated with his hands, control effortless. Bringing both palms to face downward, he spread them apart, forcing the glittering ball of hues to spread into a dome over the grotesque and lifeless Vermillion. That done, Spectrum tapped the surface a few times, clearing the color away so he could see inside, directing time to reverse with naught but an exercise of his will.

Slowly but surely, flesh began to reappear on muscle, the flare of reddish power expanding, then receding back into the man's body as though he had never used it at all. He would still be unconscious, of course, as Spectrum was exercising the power on his body alone, and not, as it turned out, his mind, so he would retain memory of what had occurred. This might not have been the best idea, but he doubted that either of the two female agents present would fail to fill him in anyway, might as well save himself the headache of Selene's demands for an explanation about that one.

Finished, Spectrum dispersed his power, turning to his daughter and and the Life Engine. "Agent Sable, you will return with me. Doubtless, Niles is here with the car even now. Agent Citrine, you will remain. Destroy what remains of the MagiSpawn- and Azure's rebellion." He leveled an unnerving gray stare at Arsenic and Ivory, both clearly too fatigued to be much of a threat. To her alone, he added: Nothing in the world comes without a price. It is time you learned that.

Niles chose this moment to appear, and the two of them managed to place Vermillion in the vehicle, Sable following behind obediently, imploring Citrine mentally not to kill the two other woman, but it was not long before she, too was ushered away. The car drove off, and Citrine was left standing, surrounded by still MagiSpawn, and the two rebels that still lived. Turning, she regarded them with tired amber-gold irises. If you wish to live, I advise you to run. I shall not follow, not today. It was the best she could do. Around her, the MagiSpawn that remained were returning to movement, and she knew that meant her father was serious about what he'd said. It also provided an opportunity, however; she could claim to have been too busy killing MagiSpawn to notice them slip away.

Exiting the hideout, Citrine came face-to-face with a herd of MagiSpawn numbering a good three dozen. Good, she thought, lighting a fire over each hand, I could really use a chance to blow off some steam. Her control was nowhere near as precise as her father's or anyone else's for that matter, but her raw destructive potential was nothing to sneeze at, and if she didn't use her ability soon, she was likely to accidentally blow up HQ.

Citrine shot off the first two flames into the nearest MagiSpawn, who kept on coming until she sliced through it with a fire whip. Shutting down her telepathy engine, she tried to retain some semblance of control as she ritually destroyed every monster in sight. She had no desire to burn anything that wasn't one of those foul creatures, after all. It wasn't long, though, before magically-superheated yellow flames were everywhere, backlighting her in some kind of eerie halo. All her fear, hope, reservation, despair and rage were poured into those fires, and the few civilians who witnessed the event spoke of it in hushed tones. Surely, they thought, that must have been what hell looked like; grotesque flaming monsters everywhere, slaughtered by some kind of stonefaced avenging angel.

Eventually, though, Citrine quenched the flames and her own emotions alike, leaving nothing but piles of ash in her wake. It would be quite some time before she had the energy to make it back to HQ, but right at that moment, she couldn't have cared less.

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Some hours later, Citrine strode through the front door of LIMIT HQ, looking quite a bit like a wreck. A fierce, dangerous, expressionless wreck, but a wreck all the same. Her hair, normally the picture of silken blond neatness, was scattered about the place, and a strand of it stuck stubbornly to the corner of her mouth, which she remedied with a terse gesture. Her tresses, not to mention the rest of her, were streaked with soot and ashes, and though she walked steadily and without appearing affected, there were a few burn marks licking up her arms, and a nasty gash from one of the MagiSpawn on her left shoulder.

Bastard had caught her unaware, but it was nothing that couldn't be dealt with. She knew she didn't regularly look it, but Citrine was in fact one of the most skilled operative LIMIT had. Sometimes, when the battles taking place were testosterone-fueled grudge matches or flashy shows of force she refused to indulge in on all but the rarest occasion, it was easy to forget this. Well, the disintegrated monsters back in the park wouldn't be forgetting any time soon, assuming the dead could remember at all.

The woman trudged up the stairs, passing a few people, but acknowledging none of them. It was always like this after a major fight; she was emotionally drained in the extreme and her limbs felt like too much dead weight. Closing the door of her room behind her, she reflected that this had to be a good deal worse than most of those times. She'd nearly lost it completely when she thought Vermillion was dead... there had been too much death and near-death in her life lately. Now Azure was dead, and effectively so was his rebellion. Sable's chance at freedom was dead, even if Citrine was selfishly glad to have her bond-sister back.

Shaking her head, she somehow managed to divest herself and make it to her bathroom, grabbing a vial of the dark girl's blood out of her medicine cabinet on the way. For a while, she just let the hot water beat down on her shoulders and back, listless eyes gazing nowhere in particular, but after a while the burn marks began to throb painfully, and she upended the vial over those and the huge gash that she was almost beyond noticing. Both healed effortlessly, leaving nothing but smooth, bronzed flesh in their wake. That girl is a godsend, she thought to herself as the pain disappeared as well.

It had been a very long time since she'd burned herself. Such was an occupational hazard of her power, of course, but normally she was careful enough that it wasn't a problem. Given her state at the time of her battle- though perhaps slaughter was a better word- she was surprised she'd managed to avoid razing a city block or two, never mind herself.

Several minutes later, Citrine shut off the water and wrapped a towel around herself. It did not take her long to discover most unpleasantly that the recent string of constant activity meant that she hadn't done her laundry in far too long. The only thing left in her closet was a couple of dresses, and where she might have curled a lip in distaste, she was so beyond caring at this point that she simply grabbed the less-formal one and decided to go with it. A fairly plain red, anyway, and not impossible to move in or anything, if a tad girly. Sable wore dresses, right? It would be fine.

She glanced longingly at her bed for a few moments, but there was no way she was going to be able to sleep without checking on her friends first. Vermillion was in the medical bay, most likely, and Sable had probably been brought back to her room. Fine, she'd go check on him first, then see about hitting the mess hall with Sable.

The med bay was the same as ever, if a bit frantic, but nobody seemed to be paying Vermillion much mind, though she suspected there were a number of reasons for this, not least among them his dislike of the doctors LIMIT employed. There was, however, a chair next to his bed, and she took it, wondering if he was conscious. She could check, she knew, but sometimes when people were sleeping, she saw their dreams, and that was maybe a little too personal, even for her.

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Character Portrait: Azure
Character Portrait: Crimson
Character Portrait: Indigo
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Character Portrait: Project 001, Colorless
Project 001, Colorless

A secret project of LIMIT, thought too powerful and unstable to set free.

Character Portrait: Cyan
Cyan

M-type that was put into stasis for his curious mentality.

Character Portrait: Arsenic
Arsenic

A rebel with nothing to live for aside from Azure's success.

Character Portrait: Wisteria
Wisteria

The tactical expert who would rather analyze than fight.

Character Portrait: Silver
Silver

Former agent who chose to follow Azure and rebel against LIMIT though he's not entirely sure of Azure's motives.

Character Portrait: Onyx
Onyx

An agent who was given an experimental new magitech engine

Character Portrait: Vermillion
Vermillion

A first-gen M-Type who wants nothing more than Azure's head on a platter.

Character Portrait: Indigo
Indigo

Soldier to the core, a "puppet" some would say

Character Portrait: Crimson
Crimson

Rebel, who wants to destroy LIMIT and save "Him"

Character Portrait: Azure
Azure

The first Agent of LIMIT, who chose to rebel and destroy the Organization.

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Character Portrait: Vermillion
Vermillion

A first-gen M-Type who wants nothing more than Azure's head on a platter.

Character Portrait: Indigo
Indigo

Soldier to the core, a "puppet" some would say

Character Portrait: Cyan
Cyan

M-type that was put into stasis for his curious mentality.

Character Portrait: Onyx
Onyx

An agent who was given an experimental new magitech engine

Character Portrait: Wisteria
Wisteria

The tactical expert who would rather analyze than fight.

Character Portrait: Crimson
Crimson

Rebel, who wants to destroy LIMIT and save "Him"

Character Portrait: Silver
Silver

Former agent who chose to follow Azure and rebel against LIMIT though he's not entirely sure of Azure's motives.

Character Portrait: Arsenic
Arsenic

A rebel with nothing to live for aside from Azure's success.

Character Portrait: Azure
Azure

The first Agent of LIMIT, who chose to rebel and destroy the Organization.

Character Portrait: Project 001, Colorless
Project 001, Colorless

A secret project of LIMIT, thought too powerful and unstable to set free.

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Character Portrait: Wisteria
Wisteria

The tactical expert who would rather analyze than fight.

Character Portrait: Indigo
Indigo

Soldier to the core, a "puppet" some would say

Character Portrait: Arsenic
Arsenic

A rebel with nothing to live for aside from Azure's success.

Character Portrait: Silver
Silver

Former agent who chose to follow Azure and rebel against LIMIT though he's not entirely sure of Azure's motives.

Character Portrait: Vermillion
Vermillion

A first-gen M-Type who wants nothing more than Azure's head on a platter.

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Cyan

M-type that was put into stasis for his curious mentality.

Character Portrait: Crimson
Crimson

Rebel, who wants to destroy LIMIT and save "Him"

Character Portrait: Project 001, Colorless
Project 001, Colorless

A secret project of LIMIT, thought too powerful and unstable to set free.

Character Portrait: Azure
Azure

The first Agent of LIMIT, who chose to rebel and destroy the Organization.

Character Portrait: Onyx
Onyx

An agent who was given an experimental new magitech engine


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Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

I'd say just post. She can jump in if she feels like it.

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

...you people aren't very decisive :/ SO WHATEVER! We can just do it on the side as a casual thing until it gets boring.

So ne wait for Angel or just post?

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Haha, Machina, that last part is certainly true enough. I like it too, but I'll leave it to someone else to decide since I am far and away not in charge of this thing. Ghaarme? I guess that means the kill switch is all yours, dude.

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

My vote is meh. I like the story, and think it could be carried off with three people, but I dunno. Whichever way you guys are inclined is fine with me. It's not like we don't already read enough of each other lol.

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Should I wait for Angelwolf to post or are we the only three left? Cuz...three rpers does not an rp make.

Well, that's not true, but this story doesn't feel like it was meant for so small a pool of writers. But! If you two are still interested me post whenever~

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

The next post might as well be mostly a timeskip that gets everyone back to HQ, except of course what remains of the rebels and such.

But anyway, Dante's purgatory is I think slightly more interactive, but then it's Dante, not some theological authority, so who knows?

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Dawww. You guys and your collaboration so cute XD

I shall read now...

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Collaborative posts ftw! Machina and Kiku productions is proud to bring you... A GIANT WALL OF TEXT!

We thought it would be the best way to make some sense out of that mess. (^_^)

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

But isn't purgatory some horrid, endless isolation where you are vaguely aware of other beings yet unable to interact with them?

;-; and I dont take things seriously either! People feel that they need to force belief on me though.

And yes. Post. Go have fun with Sable~

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Well, technically the huge genealogical portions of the Bible which are otherwise boring as all get-out indicate that there were other humans around, they just didn't get to party in the garden and stuff. It's all pretty unclear, actually.

And the whole 'people who can't understand faith thing... I think I'd want to be kickin' it in purgatory anyway. I mean think about it... it's where all the cool pagans get to hang out. Who wouldn't want to hang out with the ancient Greeks or Chinese or whatever? It would be totally badass.

I fail to take things seriously at all times. (^_^)

And yay! Post!

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

;-; shh. It wasn't so much about God as...erg. It was mostly the whole Adam and Eve thing. If all of humanity spawned from just those two, someone had to bang their sister/brother. It's mathmatically impossible for incest not to have been a factor unless several other completely unrelated families oined the equation, and even then incest was extremely likely to occur at some point...and isn't that like, a sin?

Hehe. Got em real riled up with that one. And the question; "Where does a mentally disabled or braindead person go when they die?" Since they either have no clear concept of morality or true faith, or maybe even nothing at all, are they sent to hell, or purgatory, or what? And even then, mentally handicapped people(at least those i've met) are really sweet as a whole. Nice people. They don't get no heaven? Like, wtf?

Mk. I'm ranting. And I had a day out today sooo, i'll post tommorow morning ^^;

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

... you didn't debate the existence of God with a Christian at a Christmas party, did you?

Some arguments are best left alone, dude.

But yeah, that's how you use forthwith.

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

- w-...no, I dont feel bad about making a girl cry. I feel bad that I was invited to an xmas party but not the new years because of one teensy, weensy theological debate...

And I wasn't aware that Revelation had begun. I shall post forthwith. Did I use that word right? Forthwith?

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Erm... I'm not quite that fragile, Machina. It would be cool if you posted in Revelation though. *cough*

Anyway, Happy New Year, dudes!

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Lol, Ghaarme, you're such a loser.

Just kidding, of course. But you almost made Kiku sad. Don't you just feel like a horrible person now? Unless you ant to make her really sad, you should post in Revelation, too, ya bum! XD

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Argh D: sorry, slipped my mind. Gimme til tommorow and the post will be up. Thanks for bumping this thing in my post list ^^;

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Right... so I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say the almost-revamp has been abandoned also? I'm not super-depressed, but we are officially calling this dead now?

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I don't think I could lol. Alternatively, we could just kill some people off...?

Re: [OOC] LIMIT: The Last City

I nominate Machina :O she's the most involved in the main story...although it might be demanding being both the hero and villain...

Im also in favor of letting it die :/ kinda losing interest.