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A distinctive image flashed into view, staying in front of your eyes each time your eyelids blinked; the last vestige of the world you knew bound by the chains of logic depicted a heart-warming scene inside a peculiar area filled with rectangular objects placed in even bigger wooden cases, you recognized a maiden facing a sturdy brown haired young man her profiles posted the most ludicrous of appendages, showing nine pale, cream colored fur covered tails clashing with the dark somber long hair and stark vulpine ears twitching atop her head. The mere vision didn’t make much sense although, the expression on the young man –you- was one of awkward happiness added with a thoroughly reddened face while the foxy maiden smiled in a mixture of intimidating mischief, her teeth looked abnormally sharp.

Why does it feel like something is missing?

This precious image disappear as you feel your eyelids open, yet vision itself seem absent; dark pure jet black is the entire concept of this world around you, a far cry from the well colored, deeply imprinted memory, yet unable to truly ‘’stay’’ unlike this ill-defined obscurity. You can’t even see the lines of your nose, even when you move your hand to pinch it, the sensation is strangely dull, forcing you to progress in extreme caution with a strange, unique impression of tired sluggishness as, you realize, you’ve lost all feelings in your fingers and toes.

Next come a strange sensation of vertigo quickening your heart in panic, you feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing yet know very well that you aren’t standing with the last memory of a colorful, joyful, well defined world along with Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto and Siegfried Shieffer enjoying a most heart filled, romantic conversation; she must have been mischievous indeed to make you so visibly embarrassed.

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As your eyes start to adjust you start to spot ill-defined shape and soft movements, a constant forward flow reminding you of the momentum of a small river appear everywhere you try to observe, craning your neck at different angles yield nothing more than uncomfortable sensations as the outflow of dark liquid continues on undisturbed at every angles; it took you this long to realize that you’ve been floating all this time.

You can barely feel any part of your body as you try to concentrate, your hands and feet were sensible as they were the easiest parts to move, along with your head and the absence of sensation in your fingers and toes seem to have spread into your limbs, only to sporadically disappear as you do a sharp jab while recalling stimulations associated with a simple closed fist; a few mores follows, slowly winning over the numbness as you finally observe a distinctive highlight through the dark, a long full cylindrical shape you’ve associated all your life as part of your body strained to a painful point, bringing a welcomed stimulations to keep you focused as you pat down the rest of your body.

Neck, shoulders, torso, arms, hands pelvis, legs, foot; big obvious parts of your body seem to awaken each time your palm pat the solid surface of your anatomy. While observing the outline of your limbs, the obscurity seem to have lessened as the geometry of your body seem to peek through the darkness, perhaps only a trick of the mind; nevertheless this ‘’personal presence’’ is enough to make you feel a little more confident in this abyss, what was pure dark become solid as, you realize, this ‘’black’’ was akin to an infinite sea as small, barely perceptible movements were caught by your eyes, coming to identify your entire surrounding like water thank to a strange distorted shimmering, as well as general experience that finally come rushing back, inkling by inkling.

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However as you start moving, you spot the first ray of light of the unending abyss, an ephemeral creamy white projection burns without vitality in the darkness, parting the large, thick waves as you instinctively reach out despite the futility, yet the mere act itself bring warmth to your cold, cold fingers and somehow, the tiny white flame seem to reach out by itself, nestling between your palms… A halo brighten around your ring finger, a circle of gold somehow project its own outward light; the mere vision of this object bring a unique stimulation, akin to a pinch in your heard follow by a brisk electrical shock in your forehead.

‘’Aa…’’

Memories reawaken; purpose and identity pierce through the obfuscation. Your name is Siegfried Shieffer, husband to Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto and Athena of Zipangu, you have no idea how you came into this place as the very last thing you can reminisce on is a warm, nearly surreal memory of an awkward and completely out of place marriage proposal with the chance of observing a lovely side from the closed and guarded knight whose relationship with her queen was truly unique and beautiful indeed, for it is in all likelihood, the only reason why the fluffy queen hasn’t burnt you to a crisp.

As for how you came into this… strange murky darkness, you only have a hunch; anything after Athena proposal and Ame forceful teasing is a blank similar to that time you awoke inside that field of skeletons and rusted equipment. An extremely vexing turn of event to be sure, your fear to endure another bout of amnesia is the exact reason why you’ve been very careful to treasures every memories and struggles you remembered or lived through during this month.

‘’This dark can’t be Athena soul…’’

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You prefer to speak to yourself instead of thinking as the total absence of sounds bring inevitable anxiety; your are floating in some kind of watery abyss while still able to breath with a single flame like light flickering in the horizon, barely able to illuminate the area, the only reason why you’ve been able to glance at your body is thank to the ring around your finger; a golden halo very reminiscent to Hadraniel aureole; the fact it took you so long to realize your current predicaments is a telltale sign of dangers, you’ve already treaded inside a soul before… but that was with an Embodiment with inhumane self-control, humans and most types of monsters aren’t quite in tune with their souls.

You’ve no way to move, no way to reach that nearly extinguished light; your body isn’t sinking, neither is it surfacing; the only way to progress would be swimming, however perhaps you ought to disturb this place, break this apparent status-quo...

After all, the Demon Lord said the realm of souls isn’t bound by common sense, like dreams.

>Shake things up – light up the night- vanquish this darkness.
>Be more reasonable, try to create a physical link toward the light. A bridge would do.
>Perhaps you can be sneaky, make your way slowly by swimming toward the light.
>[Something else?]

>>31433333
>>Be more reasonable, try to create a physical link toward the light. A bridge would do.

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>>31433532

Thank for showing up so soon, I'll start writing with this option but I'll change if there's more people choosing something differents.

>>31433333
>Be more reasonable, try to create a physical link toward the light. A bridge would do.
A stone bridge, with lampposts along the way.

Rolled 11

>>31433333
>>Shake things up – light up the night- vanquish this darkness.
>>Be more reasonable, try to create a physical link toward the light. A bridge would do
>>por que no Los Dos

>>31433333
>Be more reasonable, try to create a physical link toward the light. A bridge would do.
First time catching one of these threads live

>>31433333
Can we focus the light into a beam so that we can see further ahead without becoming a beacon?

>>31433333
>>Be more reasonable, try to create a physical link toward the light. A bridge would do.

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>>31433958

Not quite, I'll provide some answers as to why in my upcoming post.

>>31433935

Good to have you, friend.

>>31434015
It's good to be here love the quest so far.

A simple stone bridge would do; you’ve no ends of memories to draw upon, a simple stone path illuminated by standing torches would be more than adequate. You remember the bridge near the capital of Gwynedd built over the long river Frey’s and pluck out the memory, transposing it into the dark; the change is near instantaneous, a strong compulsion and pressure on your forehead force you to close your eyes as a strange, brief feeling of loss and emptiness strike your heart, leaving a hollowness unlike anything you’ve experienced before, however once you open your eyes anew a long, long simple stony bridge had been erected out of the darkness. Impossibly tall, rigid pillars extend into the abyss below and you’ve somehow moved into the path, behind you the cracked rocks and lampposts roadway continue on into the dark, stretching so far that you can’t see anything at all until… for some reason, the very, very last lamppost you can observe, well over a hundred meters (perhaps even a kilometer, distances is incredibly hard to judge) unceremoniously extinguish itself.

Creating something so large, stretching it to a point beyond imagination fills you with a strange sense of pride and excitation at this near omnipotence; you see the connection from here, your bridge of stone somehow disappear into the tiny white flame that could only be Athena soul. This dark murky abyss? Likely the Soul Link itself, distance between two souls.

Your left hand ring finger glowers, the halo around it seem to pulse with a life of its own, a tiny golden aura provide its own, diminishing slightly under the oranges non-organic illumination of the torches and lamps erected on strategic pillars; as your walking stretches on you concentrate on the object, projecting your will to increase its light yet… nothing happen, leaving you dumbfounded and frustrated. A few minutes ago you created this marvel of a bridge yet this damn little object is proving stubborn, so stubborn in fact that when you swing your hand left and right, it leave after image imprinted in the dark, you quickly notice that its intensity increase in the distance between two lamps or torches, as if stubbornly keeping the darkness at bay.

Do you…

>Leave the ring as is, continue on your path.
>Try to influence it.
>Something else?

Rolled 3

>>31434265
>Leave the ring as is, continue on your path.

>>31434265
>Leave the ring as is, continue on your path.
Seems like the memories we use here get removed from us, or we need to power them somehow with portions of our self.

>>31434265
>Leave the ring as is

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>>31434326
Hope it's the former and not the latter (hopefully it costs nothing permanent but we know we ain't that lucky). We need as much of our soul as we can spare to kick the asses of our last two marks.

Speaking of which, INH, would it be possible to make a big rapid spinning circular saw blade without draining him as much as the not-Caladbolg drill spike spell? Siggy's a mentat so he should be able to actually hit something with that on a good enough roll.

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>>31434539

Big spiny disk isn't exactly in tune with ice magic, I'll give yo ua ''maybe'' on that.

>>31434539
Stop bothering INH with inane and banal questions so we can get the posts faster.

>>31434265
>>Try to influence it.

No matter, whatever this object is, it hasn’t proven itself a danger; much the contrary in fact, its warm illumination of gold was the needed stimulation to push you out of your lethargy. Thus you walk on, sometime breaking into a run to close the distance faster; compulsions oftentimes make you look back, observing the path of light you leave behind, far, far behind you the lampposts keep on disappearing one after another, silently extinguishing themselves after a few minutes, a slow yet unending process.

Something is following you, yet you have a good hundred meter of advance and it’s march is slow as each lamp act as some kind of obstacles, you’ll reach your destination before it come anywhere close to you, this is simple logic thank to your closeness to your objective.

…

…

There’s no impulses, no change aside from the constantly destroyed torches and lamps, the halo on your finger brighten and diminished when it need to, you feel like hours stretches on as you walk at a brisk pace inside the secure path of your bridge, you close in to the side and put on your hand on the ramp, allowing your palm to slide on something wet-

Wait a minute.

Dumbfounded, you quickly run under the next lamppost to look at your palm, thankfully it wasn’t your hand holding the ring finger; blood cover the entirety of your skin, bright carmine liquid staining your skin, slowly plucking down below the illuminated path, an alarmed observation of the walls near the post reveal nothing abnormal. Gray, dull rocks cracked here and there by times and rains, your bloodied hand leave imprints of red as you slide it along the surface ,starching a few of the damage without unearthing a speck of dusts; this is how your perfect bridge ought to look. With a mixture of alarm and fear you sprint toward the darkness in front of your, waving your glowing ring and stop in disbelief.

The rocks of your constructs are bleeding from its erosion wounds, small inevitable imperfections bleeds constantly, reaching the ground to poll on, as if crying tears of blood.
This is NOT how you imagined this precious bridge!

‘’Damn it… don’t corrupt it like that you…’’

You can only ball your hand in frustrated fist as you calm down; why, exactly, this imperfection make you so angry is unknown even to yourself, the hollow empty ‘’loss’’ in your heart is completely and utterly revolted at this machination, however, an interruption force you to put a lock on your emotions.

As if coming out of the ether, a humanoid form is standing at the very, very edge of the next lamppost, its form tall and completely distinct of individuality, its hourglass feature give a female projection along with a strange long protrusion around its lower waist. It remind you of the Nightmare in its concealed dark form without the inherent aura of dread, your ring glowers on, as if spurred by this strange phenomenon, this silhouette of dark standing outside the light, yet still close enough to avoid disappearing in the dark, it doesn’t move; merely stand there to observe you, without doubt.

…what do you do?

Rolled 2

>>31434907
Keep going t'ward our lizard waifu

>>31434907
It could be a representation of Hadraniel, or some projection of a martial ideal from Athena. It might even represent where Athena's soul starts.
Either way, we don't have time to waste.
Proceed quickly, on the other side of the bridge of the figure.

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>>31434979
>>31434977

Well then I might need a few minutes to write...

No mistakes were made so far but we are getting into the meat of the update now

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>>31434658
Greetings bad tempered one, good to see you. I fail to see how it's inane, knowing all the spells we're capable of is quite important really. We are going to have to fight things much stronger than we are and thus need every last dirty trick we can get our hands on.

Also, I know how to get the thing spinning rapidly. either make it into a kind of Aeolipile because we can make steam, or attach a flap on each side and nail the things with ice spikes going in opposite directions. Just stop fueling the flaps or steam ports before we throw it with our mojo. Cutting people in twain is a good way to turn them into cadavers, failing that lopping off a limb or a wing seems a pretty safe bet for gimping enemy combat efficiency.

Your feeling of alarms and dread toward this…shade might have been simple paranoia. You close in slowly, putting your ring hand forward as it illuminate the darkness, soon golden light shower the tailed humanoid without features; it’s a simple monstrous shape inherent to every lizard woman you’ve come across; no color or height to identify anything, plain, simple shapes look at you without eyes yet… the ring on your fingers grows warm, foreign tingling sensations spread throughout you entire palm, often time pinching painfully; it’s projecting an emotion, one that has become very familiar throughout this journey…

The shade hand slowly lift, hovering above ground in a straight light toward you, palm forward, extending in a characteristic gesture waiting for a handshake; the ring compulsion is enough for your to step forward and grab its hand gently.

‘’I’ll keep you safe…’’

You don’t know why these words escaped your lisps, but one thing is certain; as you squeeze the hand of the shade, the vision of this strange world betwixt two souls disappears, as if someone extinguished the only lamp keeping it whole.

>[Siegfried!]

Lethargy had somehow invaded your mind, as if forced to lay low by drugs you snap awake with a sense of vertigo and nausea as the feminine voice disappear; a desperate look toward your ring finger reveal its absence, you immediately ball your hand in a fist while burying your frustration. The world around you is one of color and complicated geometry, something very ,very absent from the bridge; dark green, dull gray, wooden brown, silky blue and red, smooth and fluffy rectangular pillows, an open window revealing a garden choke full of colored flowers you’ve never seen before; the distinctive feeling of this room is one of a child bedroom, a big one.

Colors… Aside from the bridge and the golden halo around your finger, where you’ve been treading had none; only now as you glance at your palm did this realization strike home, your skin is a healthy peach, a stark contrast to the dead white. Next is the incredibly humid hotness of this place, causing beads of sweat to crawl down your face and the back of your neck to swim, you’ve read about such a phenomenon back in the college, the only place with such a tropic atmosphere is undoubtedly the jungle, the murderous, tough area and battle line between demons and Church.

‘’Athe…?’’

Your grunt dies in your throat as you force yourself to stand, swallowing down your emotions once more to keep your stance steady, there are no presences to be found in this bedroom however, a loud clang resonate from just beyond the door, a distinctive sound of steel meet steel followed by gaps and grunts of efforts.

Opening the door is, thankfully, met without resistance, the hall is big and hollowed made of strange juxtaposed rectangles leading to the main room a few degrees downward where two person are fighting while a whole squad of lizardwoman have lined up to observe in silence, some of them sitting in these strange superposed stone seat.

One if a tall red scaled, brown skinned woman garbed in heavy metal armor despite the heat holding a big, one sided sword similar to a machete while holding a tower shield, standing fast against her opponent while whipping her flaming tails constantly, creating constant fiery ‘’Whoosh’’ similar to a certain dragon exhale.

Her opponent is a regular lizardwoman, although with a solid tall built foregoing most armors; her body is one covered with wounds, bleeding from slashed and an arrow lodged inside her right shoulders, the green scales of her body shows several impact while the wooden light armor look just about ready to collapse. She’s holding a pair of obsidian colored one sided war axes alight with flames.

‘’Aaaah! Die! Die!’’

With strength and dexterous one of the axes crash into the big shield, her second strike is, however, countered when the Salamander press forward for a slam, you’ve probably missed a good part of the duel since, for some reason, the axes berserkers step back with a protective bounce; you catch something around her right ring finger but she’s too fast and retract her hand around her flank, cutting vision.

What could be going on…? It’s a playback of some kind of memory, similar to Hadraniel.

>Silently observe the scene before you.
>Make your presence known, throw a wrench in this established ‘’ending’’.
>Look for Athena, she has to be here somewhere right?
>Something else?

>>31436252
>Look for Athena

>>31436252
>Look for Athena, she has to be here somewhere right?
This memory is helping to ground this mind scape. Interfering with it could result in destabilizing the situation.

As we look for Athena, move around to see if the axe berserker has a ring on her hand te same as the one that was on our hand.

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>>31436252
Might as well look for her. God I am so paranoid right now...

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>>31436631
>God I am so paranoid right now...

Good, good.

>>31436252
>>Look for Athena, she has to be here somewhere right?

As much as I want to help, we may screw something up, we lack info

If this memory is playing back flawlessly…there’s only one logical conclusion; Athena somehow, somewhere, observed this scene and if there’s one truth about the beast, it’s that it’ll aim for the girl and it’s your role to protect her.

If exploring a memory is any similar to your experience with Hadraniel you can think of only two possibility, the most likely options would be that you are currently incarnating someone that was present during this peculiar events but, given the overwhelming amount of monsters, it is unlikely that any humans or men were present during this last stand; echoes of war make their way all the way into the grand hall as the lizardwomen fights a slow, yet terribly intense fight. The second option would be that… you are invisible, perhaps it’d be totally impossible to interact with anyone at all as there is no basis for you to create a crutch, hijack a presence similar to yours to try and steer this in some kind of right direction.

You try your best to avoid looking at the salamanders and lizard berserker, a battle to the death tend to always grab the attention of onlookers, part of you feel like this dance of death might have some kind of hypnotic nature as, more than once, you felt the compulsion to observe the ringing of steel and spirited roars.

Athena…Athena…!

You’ve exited the chamber without complication and avoiding losing yourself in the adjacent corridors, instead you start walking right into the core of the main hall, standing ready to fight as you pass near a soldier who started a prudent patrol, a young looking lizardwoman covered in tattoos keeping her two blades in hands she literally phase through you and stop at the door that you left open…

Somehow, the thing had closed back.

‘’Eshan! Eshan!’’

A spirited scream from the salamander follows an obvious step back as she let go of an opportunity to bring a dangerous upward slice to her foe, her voice isn’t holding back emotions, the woman with the two axes grunt in response while twirling her hands, flaming weapons screaming in defiance, the wounds are obviously slowing her down and the rough movements of combats make the outcome of this battle obvious, especially when the brown-

As the lizardwoman named Eshan cough up blood and smile in dejection, she shake her head while you look on behind her, upward atop the flight of stair is an obvious throne carved in heavy wood; far from luxurious the seat is still prodigious in its giant length, behind it however, a tiny scaled girl is peeking from the side, little green scale waggling constantly her big eyes brim with tears as she bite her lisps while salty water crawl down her cheeks, expression often wracked and demolished by big heavy sobs, her hand holding the side of the wooden seat is absent of ring, instead, you spot a strange glower around this ‘’Eshan’’ right hand, where the ring that was previously resting in your hand, it somehow found itself around her clawed green scaled digit of the warrior.

‘’You think I’ll just… no! Don’t give me that Minwee! Meet aggression with aggression! The vision of the leader is the only possible isn’t that what you tell your own officers!? Pàla is no more! I will not… not’’

---!---

You feel a sharp, foreign stabbing pain in your forehead.

---!---

‘’Eshan! No! Stop this! You and your daughter… every single one of your warriors won’t need to fight alone anymore, Eshan! ESHAN!’’

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The previous grace pouring out of the dual wielding Eshan is no more, instead she seem to have completely succumbed to anger as she threw one of her axe toward her throne, the flaming obsidian weapon imbed itself into the seat and immediately cause rapacious flames to lick its surface, the sharp yelp of the child is a grim prelude to the next dramatic action of the berserker as she abandon the fight to climb upstairs, quickly followed by the Salamander. You can’t see her face, but this is, without a doubt, the woman known as ‘’Minwee’’

‘’You think I’ll let you corrupt my flesh and blood, Minwee!? You’ve smashed my clan and only now you wish to…. Aargh! Enough! I won’t let you…’’

Somehow ‘’Eshan’’ voice is growing increasingly distinct by growls of rages completely and utterly consuming her tone, her freed hand had already latched onto the small Athena, grabbing her by the throat while the flaming axe lever itself upward, ready to bring an execution to the poor, trembling little girl, the woman that will grow to be your wife.

It’s a crazy scene, surreal, a mother betraying her child; absolutely unforgivable, but at least she didn’t succeed… yet…yet something nag at you, Athena never really talked about her mother but…
You don’t have time to think or reach for emotions, only the sad words of Athena can be trusted, but traumatic memories of early childhood tend to be safely locked away. The world of souls isn’t bound by common sense and logics!

>Let destiny run its course. Memories shouldn’t be toyed with
>Intervene, this scene is not right, Athena mother couldn’t possibly do something like this
>Something else? [Time isn’t your ally, trying to observe your surrounding will have you opportunity slip by]

>>31437725
Minwee was the Salamander that raised Athena, wasn't she?
I remember Athena saying that she wasn't raised by her mother.
It's been a while since Athena talked about her childhood, excluding what was discussed a few weeks back.

Before we make a decision, can you remind us of the details that Athena has spoken about that Siegfried knows.

Rolled 18

>>31437725
>>Intervene, this scene is not right, Athena mother couldn’t possibly do something like this
It's our job to intervene in her battle with nightmare
This time, unlike the time we explored Haddy 's memories we were told not to intervene, but this time if we don't intervene Athena will become a Nightmare

>>31437854

She never talked about her early childhood much. what Siegfried knows is that she had appparently a rocky start thank to her siblings being dead in their eggs, whatever happened during her very early childhood(like now) was never discussed upon because the memory itself was repressed. She never really went into details, but did said that she lied about some part of her past, which was why she's been very scared of this soul investigation.

This is going to be the hardest trial to puzzle out

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>>31437931

I'll wait for a little more input as this is an important choice.

>>31437931
But think about Lizardgirl culture. Its very likely that a mother would rather kill her daughter than allow them to be corrupted. One of their practices is to leave a girl alone in the jungle and have them fight their way back to their village.

It is believable that Minwee will kill Eshan here in order to save Athena. Why should we interfere with that?

>>31437931
Think about it, is this image of her mother the Nightmare, or is it what actually happened?

Rolled 15

>>31438073
Remember we are not the only thing in her soul, this might not be what realy happened

>>31437931
I'll second this
goddanm I am scared of making the wrong choice

>>31438073
>One of their practices is to leave a girl alone in the jungle and have them fight their way back to their village.

Indeed, but before that trial the girl is properly trained and taught to survive. It's still very, very harsh but not THAT suicidal.

>>31438092

Indeed the Nightmare has been in here for a while and now... well, it's likely seeking a new host since Haddy must have been victorious.

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Hmm, so intervening is the popular choice? I'll start writing.

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>>31438059
So. Fucking. Paranoid! Can't... make choice, so many things that could go wrong either way.

>>31438127
A new host eh? Not if we got anything to say about it. If only there was a way to find it and Athena, differentiate the two somehow, and aid in the exorcism by pushing it out an exit.

Or just sick the squatter on him and kill it outright, but that could backfire in all kinds of horrifying ways.

>>31438181
Goddamnit why does Japan have to turn everything into a cute girl? My desire to hug her is conflicting with my desire to remain alive.

>>31438117
But it fits in with what we know about their culture and what Athena has told us, that her mother wasn't the one who raised her and that Minwee was involved in the unification wars of the lizard tribes.

Interfering shouldn't be based upon a feeling but upon what we know and can conclude.
Such as >>31438127
If the Nightmare is looking for another host, then it will be searching for a being/memory that the host believes would hold a grudge against them.
For Hadraniel, it was her brother that she had to kill to save herself.

For Athena it would be her mother, who was trying to protect (in her view) Athena's integrity and honor from being corrupted by another clan, and who was then killed by Minwee who Athena then came to love as an older sister/surrogate mother.

So I'm agreeing with you that we should interfere, but I'm laying out my reasons so that they can be properly analyzed and rebutted.

>>31438219
If you can't make a choice then you're pretty much worthless. Why tell us this, when its nothing but noise and useless to our decision making?

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Intervening it is.

I made a gamble on this choice... Look like the cat will be out of the bag soon enough.

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>>31438227
It's not so much a host it needs now, it's a body given how the angel kind of wrecked its old one. A body that just so happens to be best buddies with the original target. So if it wins he gets two birds, one stone. New body, and a new way to torment Hadraniel.

>>31438437
Crap, forgot to type it'll be telling Haddy to kill herself with Athena's face and voice. It's always trying to get her to do that after all.

>>31438437
INH is the one who said that it's looking for a new host, so take it up with him about his terminology.

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It’s a shot to be proud of; you’ve trained your aim since early childhood thank to your shared hobby of archery with your mother thus summoning a spike from a fair distance and land it right in the relatively small target that is Eshan forehead was difficult, but feasible.

You can’t say for certain what motivated you to make such a drastic action; on a purely emotional level, you think that you felt sad at the prospect that the mother of your wife would betray her like that; likewise your own precious relationship with Mana Shieffer make this peculiar scenario extremely sensitive, a mother betraying their child like this is probably the one, only sin you could never, ever bring yourself to forgive. Especially after witnessing the closeness of Ame-no-Uzume and Tsukiyomi.
On a more logical level, you know very well that the entity dubbed as the ‘’Nightmare’’ would seek a new host after its defeat, Daiyu Jawahir said she’d keep the entity sealed inside the demonic arm but who could say she was entirely successful? If the nature of this entity could leak through somewhat, then possessing people with a grudge toward the host would be needing and what better way to break down a soul, than to corrupt its most precious memories? You don’t know what constitute a soul, perhaps nobody will but if you were to take a leap of faith, you’d say memories play a significant role.

Yes… leap of faith; this is what taking actions is all about, you’ll never have the chance to possess all the information you need for a purely logical, beneficial path. You’ll have to stumble and now…

You were wrong.

Your intervention utterly break the continuity; the wound is fatal yet the memory stop; ever singly persons save for two main actors freeze in time. The ring around Eshan fingers glowers slightly… and disappear, only to be found around Athena finger as the girl manage to squirm free of the newly created corpse… no, not a corpse; somehow Eshan is standing despite the big spike penetrating her brain, to your relief the little girl take refuge around the flaming throne, undaunted by the flames frozen in time.

‘’You’re not… you’re not my mother! You’re not… you’re not…’’

Her small voice keep on whispering this sentence like a mantra while Eshan whole body spring itself forward while her right hand clutch the spike in her palm and… break it apart in a squeeze, her eyes previously brown and shining with insanity have completely turned into two obsidian pearls crying tears of pure dark, she turn toward you, opening her mouth to scream in rage.

Yes, you were wrong.

This isn’t the Nightmare.

‘’You sneaky bastard!’’

Your insult reward you with open hostility, the one known as Eshan grab her single remaining axes and scream once more, voice gargled by liquid as she spit out corruption, from her back a pair of skeletons wings sprout out completely covered in tar and she take flight, charging toward you.

‘’Don’t break my daughter memories!’’

It says, while you simply smile in excited sadism; a torrent of spikes cripples the wings of your foes and she falls right in the crowd of lizard, phasing through them as if they were mere mirror images, the ground beneath her scaled fourth seem to erode within seconds and she swing her axes, cleaving an image yet leaving its corruption on the skin of the warrior, dark disgusting blisters and sickening green patch soon cover the skin of the unfortunate woman locked in time.
It’s forcefully corrupting her memory!

The Beast has revealed itself! You cannot cut a part of its soul, since you aren’t inside your body.

>Fight with logic, the rules you know, the magic’s you know, the physic you know. You will have an incredibly harsh fight ahead, possibly quick as well.

>Nay, this is the world of Souls, it isn’t bound by common sense no matter how much you wish to make it so. Search for power within you, sacrifice a part of your soul to keep this precious memory of Athena mother safe. Something gained, something lost
>Something else?

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Oh right, I forgot to say that I'll be back in around 20 minutes.

>>31439386
>you were wrong
So, if I'm reading this right, we were wrong to assume that this was the Nightmare; the Beast used our assumption that the attack would come from outside, and sneaked in to Athena's soul through the Soul Link.
Most likely it was the darkness we felt following us when we made the journey through the Link.

We've been told repeatedly that in the world of souls, logic and how reality should behave isn't as important as what we believe and can force to be through force of will.

So, how about
>Other
We focus our will and belief into enforcing Logic and Order within this world, make the Beast fight us in an arena with known magic and known physics.

We need to avoid using our soul as a power source until the Orion fight.

>>31439642
Doesn't sound like a bad idea.

I'm wary of using any of our soul unless it's the beast's soul because, as you said, we have Orion to deal with but even then he isn't the final boss.

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>>31439386
I know you're probably not going to tell me but hey, never know until ya try.

Are we limited in our prana capacity here? This realm seems very much akin to a lucid dream thus unless Siggy thinks he only has so much mojo to work with, he doesn't. And even if he does, if he thinks he's equivalent to S-Rank here he can bullshit this up something fierce anyway.

He made that bridge, did a good amount of BS during that Orion confrontation, and he knows logic doesn't exactly work like it should here. Totally possible for him to correctly believe that he's got effectively infinite prana. Meaning we'd be free to go to absolute town on anyone's ass.

It's like being in a reality marble. So long as it's up, it's that guys world. You don't fuck with someone in his own world.

>>31439698
The only problem I see with >>31439642
Is that almost all of Siggy's focus will need to be concentrated on maintaining the Arena of Reality, not in fighting the Beast itself.

>>31439819
Once we set it up could we use our soul link with Athena (or others) and to maintain it? Like get her to believe and enforce the physics for us so we can fight.

>>31439791
That's all kinds of stupid, since it plays into the Beast's hands; you'd be giving it limitless power as well since it can do the same thing, only better since it is more experienced with soul fighting.

>>31439642
>We focus our will and belief into enforcing Logic and Order within this world, make the Beast fight us in an arena with known magic and known physics.

This is pretty much what I intended for the first option.

>>31439884

This option will inevitably take time to search for the Links, your foe may very well corrupt the memory entirely or, if you impose an arena, you'll find it extremely hard to do so with him all up in your face.

>>31439791

There's no ''limit'' persay.

Since you used a reality marble example, think of this palce as one that work for Siggy and the Beast since, after all, this is Athena world.

>>31439386
>>Fight with logic, the rules you know, the magic’s you know, the physic you know. You will have an incredibly harsh fight ahead, possibly quick as well.

>>31439948
>This is pretty much what I intended for the first option.
Then it would be down to dice rolls?
Will the second option be an assured win?

>>31440012

I'd like to avoid using rolls for this encounter, only choices I don't feel stumped enough to need em yet.

No option is an assured win persay, but the second option is going all out to protect Athena memory, while the second one has you holding back to protect your soul while simultaneously trying to conserve Athena's. It's obviously the hard option and I won't hold back my punches.

Rolled 13

>>31439386
>>Nay, this is the world of Souls, it isn’t bound by common sense no matter how much you wish to make it so. Search for power within you, sacrifice a part of your soul to keep this precious memory of Athena mother safe. Something gained, something lost

What if we tried to enforce our will and make everything frozen solid, then while the beast is busy with that we reach out to athena (or whoever else we get reception for here) so she can maybe back us up with her own will.

>or just give us warm fuzzy thoughts of marriage while we get beat to a pulp.

>>31440102

It's a gamble, but for now the main thing you have to decide on is to munch on a part of your soul or not.

>>31440054
>hile the second one has you holding back to protect your soul while simultaneously trying to conserve Athena's

I meant the FIRST one, sorry.

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I think the option to impose logic is the popular one.

I won't proceed quiiiite yet, I'd just like some aye's or nay's.

Do we proceed with option number one? (We already have some strategy planned out here and there so I'll take that into account).

Or option two for going full out with a price.

>>31440252
Aye for one, at least for now.

>>31440252
Will we still have the option to use our soul if things start to go bad?

>>31439386
My vote would be for giving up a part of our soul to protect this memory.
It's the selfless option and I want to see The Beast get his fucking ass kicked right here and now.

CAUSE DATS DA POWER OF LOVE

>>31440252
Will this actually kill the Beast, or is using our soul just to beat it back?

>>31440355
Second

>>31440345

Yes, I don't do YOU LOSE choices, only consequences.

>>31440355

I tihnk the general mindset is for option one tough, I'll start proceeding but wil lquickly change it if the mood turn around.

>>31440398

Beat it.

>>31440418
If this was a chance to kill the Beast, I'd have no hesitation to use our soul. Bit this is to just beat it back, and not even cripple it?
We have to consider future battles.
Option one for now.

>>31440538

So far we have two for two.

I'll make a roll in around five minutes, I'd like to avoid a deadlock as it's getting late.

Rolled 2

Result is the given option, let's get this show on the road and probably into a proper conclusion for tonight, depending on how much energy I have left.

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>>31440569
Didn't you say that Siggy's soul has a capacity for regeneration? That Mylen had to munch on a bit of one to avoid nightmares but that Siggy was a prime candidate as it grows back due to having a god for a mum? If so my only question is how big of a CHOMP we have to take out of it. A small chomp is acceptable, big one and well, that might take time we don't have.

>>31440726

Small chomps can be regenerated, but here things can't be settled with a smal lone. It's a sacrifice and I'll be explaining it in my update, revealing some secrets about souls and hwo to possibly fight the Beast effectively. Number two seem to have won now, so I'll get to it, if you guys wish for one then I'll scrap what I have.

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>>31440673
Let's do this.

>>31440789
>revealing some secrets about souls and hwo to possibly fight the Beast effectively.
I'd say it's worth it, plus the ass kicking I'm hoping we'll be dishing out, in that case.

>>31440789
Two of us still want one, but as you said, we're deadlocked and you had to roll for it.

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>>31440827

Please don't do a critical strike right as I'm about to write!

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>>31440879
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mD9Vho0SVCU

If we're going all out then make it something epic. Something that'd fit this song. He's gonna learn the strength our resolve and hatred if we gotta sac a piece of our very being to drive his ass back.

Might even get him to actually respect us. Not many would do such a thing for a mere member of the harem.

>>31440970
Beast is chaotic evil so at the most he'll sharpen up about when not to fuck with us.

>>31441028
I'm kind of thinking of the end of Soul Nomad here. Gig told em' off good. Revya had a ton of friends, friends willing to do anything for her and him. 3 "gods" vs. a master of death and all his buddies? Pfff, smart money was on the latter. For good reason. There's exactly zero chance of that fucker winning against someone like us!

At least I hope they all believe that. Kind of vital they do. Morale is a very important thing.

>>31441028
My hope is that, aside from the ass kicking, this selfless action will confound and strike a little fear into him.

Though it may be wrong of me to presume a embodiment of pure evil would be unable to understand a person committing selfless, heroic actions in defense of the one they love.

I just love me my BBEG being confused by hero being a goody-goody cliche though.

>>31440923
Guys if we want to win this all we have to do is bombard INH with Wedding Athena pictures until he'll feel too bad to do anything bad to her.

Master Plan.

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>>31441340
They all are in the end. I forget who said it but he layed it out right and true. Evil has EVERY advantage over "good".

Except one, a most vital one. It lacks "imagination". "Good" can imagine itself as evil, but evil, defiantly chosen, can only imagine itself. It is that difference that enables good to triumph. For it can come at it in ways it is literally incapable of predicting or even understanding.

>>31441407
And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehendeth it not.

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>>31441445
Damn right. It's why being a "good" person wins out in the long run. Light always defeats darkness, if only because the darkness cannot understand its opposite. The light, however, knows exactly what its absence entails.

Imagination is the greatest power, to conceive of 5 before you even know what "4" is. Impossible to a limited "evil" mind, but to those on the side of "good"? How is one absolutely linked to the other? Cannot a puzzle be solved in reverse? Only a true fool thinks it can't. But the "good" people are no fools, no matter how much it seems they are.

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>>31441519
>being a "good" person wins out in the long run.
In that case, just cast them into the future where your evil is law.

>>31441693
Still couldn't beat him outright now could he? When I say "long" run I mean unto the very end. If Aku could just kill Jack with his magic he would have done it. Yet he didn't, for some reason or another. It was probably within his power, but, being as evil as he was, he didn't see how to do so. Half-Assed dumbass.

Thus the loophole that would enable such a being to defeat him despite his "hax" abilities. Like I said, "evil" can't into imagination. For all its power, it never understands how to utilize it in a "proper" fashion. If you do, you aren't "pure" evil.

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I'll try not to take too long, I'm having some fun writing this last update for the night.

>tfw around 3 pages of notes reduced to nill because the right options were chosen.

The curse of QMing

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>>31441807
>When I say "long" run I mean unto the very end.
It's a shame then that they'll never be one!

I'm making myself sad now...

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>>31441853
May we continue to channel pic related you damn suffering addict. We're aiming for the ultimate happy ending, and I know you'd hate to deliver on one level or another on that front.

>>31441892
Indeed, Samurai Jack was a great character, wish the story got the closure it deserved.

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>>31442063
The girls in our harem ending won't even be able to find their reaction faces when they realized they all married Samurai Jack after we go into our final form and destroy the beast and fix this time line.

>Married to both queens and the entire inner circle of Zipangu and then Sigfried leaves to travel the world and seek out evil.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deg1RHwmKpo

Disgusting filth cover the ground around Eshan, the puppet without strings that are the warriors of Minwee clans seems to burst open as raw, putrid degenerate being standing before you, imposing its will upon the precious memory of your wife-to-be.

You wish to create, it wish to destroy.
You wish to preserve, it wish to alter.
You will sacrifice yourself for those you love, it wish to mindlessly indulge.

‘’I won’t let you!’’

Anger well up in your bosom and a rain of potent spikes force Eshan to jump away while a few murderous, oversized frozen arrows puncture her torso, spewing out dark blood, the small form of Athena hidden behind the throne force a momentary pause; in the realm of souls, the unconscious mind reign supreme for creature that aren’t quite in tune with themselves, it is entirely possible right now that Athena consciousness momentarily became that of a child, one that doesn’t know who you are, forced to watch on as two monsters battle in an arena frozen in time.

Eshan… no. The Beast is standing in midair, it’s black eyes, nose and mouth leaking trails of black tar into the ground, it’s oiled up wings not even bothering to flap, you spot strange particles flowing into its open mouth, strangely colored orb flowing endlessly, some the color of skin, others the color of blood.
It wishes for strength and, as a result, sacrificed something important.

‘’Fine, let’s become monsters’’

As the one son of Mother Earth, you always kept title of divinity far out of reach given your earthly desire; Siegfried Shieffer is a simple man guilty of loving many women and mindlessly pursuing redemption, far, far from a demi-god fit to carry on the legacy of his all-powerful mother yet this privilege birth allowed your soul to be naturally large and strong enough to trap… it.

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>>31442120
Would that make Mylen the Scotsman?

>"MAGICK SHIELDS, SIGGY! ALL YA FANCY WORDS WILL GET YA NOWHERE! NOW QUIT YA SLEEPIN' AROUND AND KISS MEH!"

>>31442342
I'm perfectly okay with this.

The Beast was described as the ‘’Embodiment of Evil’’. A perfect counter to your mother very nature and, as far as you is concern, your own as well. Something created out of every sentient beings negative emotions is, unfortunately, divine in nature despite carrying none of the quality to shoulder the title. It is divine, Siegfried Shieffer is half-divine and you’ll challenge Its will with every ounce of your body and soul; right now your wife is in distress and mustn’t be robbed of the one, true memory she has of her dear mother.
It’s an instinctive urge that push you onward to mimic the actions of your rival…

You can’t say you’ll ever truly understand the composition of a soul but there is one thing that influences it.
Memories. Be they recent or far in the past, they influence a person personality, create belief strong enough to vanquish self-preservation, strong enough to endure fear, potent enough to motivate a man to reach for the impossible.

As an amnesiac, these are you most beloved treasures, be they positive or negative.

[---]

It was around the end of summer, with autumn starting to properly settle, bringing much needed refreshment in the air and coloring the nearby forest in the loveliest shades of oranges, reds and similar colors, the evening marking the end of the day training and administration, not that you had to do the latter but you managed to catch your uncle enjoying a drink in the old archery range, your mother and Mylen had ran off… somewhere.
‘’I’m sorry for not being able to give you any kind of gift Siegfried, I’ve been busy, but I wish you a happy birthday, I’ll make it up to you in the future’’

[---]

The tall broad form of your uncle is slowly erased as he talk, bringing you a tale that brought you to ears as an adolescent; a treasured memory of a rare time of bonding with your surrogate father revealing something precious, so incredibly precious, about your mother…

[---]

Mana Shieffer wasn’t always the loving, caring and rather stubborn mother you remember as a child, apparently when she transferred into your uncle estate she was violent, depressed and very keen on isolating herself, going as far as damning the fact she was pregnant multiple times and being a very problematic person, after all given her obscene amount of power she could have been quite the time bomb.
Her story is disappearing.

[---]

Then how exactly could such a person change so much? Again, it was the efforts of the maids, with your mother wanting absolutely nothing to do with you, the task feel to the women of the mansion and, day by day, each of the girl purposely talked about how the young baby boy and how easy it was to take care of him for he cried rarely, even Gismore was surprised at your apparent calm and posed personality without being older than six months. The hope of the actors in the mansion was to nurture her curiosity with gentle prodding with conversations that Mana would overhear everyday about her young son.
Her struggle is reduced to food.

[---]

‘’I heard some sobbing, y’see, I think the persistence of the maids finally paid off’’
Who?

[---]

‘’You were barely old enough to stand on your own two feet, but I see her, your mother, she was hugging you and crying openly asking for some kind of forgiveness, she looked like she hasn’t slept in two days…’’
Why would she do that…?

[---]

‘’As long as the heart stay true, I think you can live with your head held high, some-‘’
What are you saying, uncle?

[---]

Something gained, something lost.

For some reason you heart is aching, a dull pinching sensation keep on spreading throughout your entire body in perfect synch with your heartbeat; battle had somehow already joined, Eshan had landed and from what you can see, her wounded scales had morphed into slick oil, her hands had doubled in size becoming horrific clawed monstrosities, the axe in her right hand come flying in your direction impossible fast, making a straight line as she charge with impossible speed, well beyond what you’ve seen from Hadraniel; the Soul World is a cruel mistress indeed to rob the logic you’ve relied on for so long…
It’s perfect charge, you can’t move away far enough and yet, when Athena adorable little form blink; not only has the flying fire axe been cut in two, her mother had somehow been decapitated for such was your own speed trampling pesky things like ‘’rules’’. You’ve never once felt this strong and empty all at once; you left hand is holding a short bow of ice and drawing the rope was completely natural, you only had to make the ammo. A spinning spike filled with acid and reality breaking rules netted you a very nice kill during your struggles in this war, so why not launch it again toward this foe?

Death is, unfortunately, not a finality in the Soul World; Eshan head comes back by way of regenerative shade as she take a step back, seemingly overwhelmed, allowing you notch and fire two of these… Caladbolg? Whatever title you wish to give this precious ammo, they perforate her torso up and down, cutting apart organs and icing over corrupted fluid.

‘’Ah!’’

Right as the sound exit her mouth, you launch another one inside that disgusting mouth vomiting tar…

Of course it regenerate within seconds; the World of Souls doesn’t kill right away, but each death, each wounds bring with it pains and pain erode the will, kill it enough time and it may very well accept death thank to pain driven insanity.

The very same apply to you, for now your bombardment is unequalled; the Beast is a warrior, fast, nimble but it sacrificed something minor, one of his memories disappeared yes, but you? You have no idea what you’ve removed, but it’s enough to cause the very air around you to ice over, the corridor and bedroom you emerged from had already transformed into perfect ice replica along with the majority of the warriors.

Perhaps this is why you aren’t feeling an iota of satisfaction.

‘’She'll be my vessel you little shit!’’

Dodging one of your perfect arrows, Eshan manage to close in, swinging its right claw; nicking your shoulder as you fall back, skating down the hallway while simultaneously summoning thousands needles from the iced pillars, forcing a one-second standstill and already, your new arrows create a hole in its torso twice the size of your fist.
On this day «Evil» didn’t sacrifice as much as «Good». Maybe this is why this is so one sided…

‘’You’re not my mother… you’re not my mother…’’

Athena mantra continues on; another arrows flies, rapport apart Eshan left hand.

‘’She’s not… a monster…’’

The Berserker finally landed a strike, cutting off its tail to throw it at you; my for someone dying so often he sure has determination… This entire fight is nothing more than a mindless slaughter brought on by self-destruction, perhaps it’s enjoying itself?

--

In a world bound by common sense, a demonic liege is concentrating upon the joined forms of Siegfried Shieffer and Athena Pàla, both holding hands while her demonic appendage turn the color of a disgustingly dark, sickening patch of skin; she’s concentrating long and hard on keeping an invader secured while the young lad beside her is struggling, sweating more and more as he project his holy power toward the lizard…

‘’No! Everyone! Get away from him!’’

Not a second later, she lunge toward Zechariah, bringing him down on the ground as a spear of crystal is launched from the prone form of the young man, an attack so quick, the swordsman wouldn't have had a chance to dodge.

>A tale of Monsters -113 part one- End.

>>31442450
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gD1proLuti0

I keep thinking of this for some reason...

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>>31442511

I probably don't have the best musical taste to fit what's going on.

Regardless, you were willing to make a sacrifice and someone taking one hell of a beating. Hope you guys enjoyed yourselves, this first memory was a huge, huge gamble.

I lost

>>31442563
Beat evil with the pure force of good... Makes sense in the end. We do love her after all, more than willing to sacrifice a piece of ourselves to ensure she makes it out of this alive.

Haddy did beg us to do so after all, beat our inner demon she thought we couldn't. Damn Beast, thought he wanted her for his harem. Bastard...

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>>31442622

Beast is going to be the last boss, this was jsut a very, very needed explanation for the Soul World and how to fight in it effectively. As well as some explanation on what it means to ''munch'' on your soul in case you need crystal magic.

>>31442665
How exactly are we supposed to beat the equal and opposite of Mother Earth, exactly?

>>31442665
Welp we're fucked. Oh well, I'd expect nothing less of you. Hopefully if they all survive the the upcoming fight with Strife we'll have a good way to contain the little shit.

I ain't holding out hope however. You want us to suffer and I just know you'll execute at first opportunity. Suffering-addict that you are I mean.

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>>31442689

I won't answer that, but let's just say it'll require sacrifices; not that it's possible to kill him off forever since Beast will pop back up thank to its nature...

But for now we have more pressing matters to worry about, don't we?

He's not an equal quite yet, nowhere near the same amount of time to develop its strength, so there's that and right now you've landed a rare victory.

>>31442718

Well so far you guys avoided suffering, at this rate I won't be able to kill off Athena!

>>31442450
I'm sorry, what just happened?

>>31442744
Such is our hope, but you'll find a way regardless. Like I said, suffering addict, you Kouki lover. Still glad you told me about that fucker, great shit.

>>31442774

Siegfried casted a trail of crystal in the real world, you'll ahve explanation about it next thread, I was unfortunately too tired to elaborate so I decided to leavea little cliffhanger

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>>31442829
SCIENCE!!!!

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>>31442865

What a shame that we can't bring the mech to help out Athena...

>>31442932
Indeed. We could really use such a thing. Mechs I mean. The dwarf really seemed to have on hell of a will save...

You really hate to give us a break now don't ya? Oh well, wouldn't be fun if ya didn't try and fuck us at every opportunity now would it?

>>31442932
Are we going to continue this tommorow

>>31442985

Monday would be better for me, I'd like a day to rest up and write out a second opening while planning things here and there.

>>31442983

I'm really out for Athena blood but... after you guys were willing to eat up one of Siegfried precious memory, I'm not so sure I can do it anymore.

We'll see! I still need to make one important revelation about her past.

>>31442665
>>31442689
>>31442718
>>31442730
>>31442782
It's my belief, that to get our happy ending, we're going to have to sacrifice our soul, to the point where we don't even remember who we are anymore.
Cruel irony, I suppose, that we end the story in the same state we began it in.

Though, as a romantic, I envision a sudden turnabout that saves us from such a sad fate... However, the setting might be a bit too grimdark entertain such fantasies.

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>>31443023
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kU5zSx2L7XY

Killed her dear mum I bet, if only to preserve the lives of the blind fools who would have fought to the bitter end.

Sad really...

>>31443056
Gotta sacrifice one thing to gain others. Don't worry too much. We'll beat the damn beast if it's the last thing we do!

Also I hope there wasn't too much confusion with what has been happening.

>>31443366
The only part I found confusing at first was
>>31439317
, but after doing a mental double-take, I just went back and carefully read it over again.

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>>31447140
I'm making the next thread monday, just to make sure the message is set.

Now I'm getting to sleep, insomnia is a harsh mistress