Though Akira had asked the question to no one, she got an answer. Not sound was made. Yet, a voice rang out nonetheless. Inside her very mind, someone spoke to her. "Why, I'm right here. Akira, you are the second to find me, yet neither you nor the first have the means of my release." The voice was cool and charismatic. Should one let their guard down, it would be nearly hypnotic from the sound of it alone, and they may end up doing exactly as they were told regardless of what it was. There, away from the light and noise of the outside battle, a man was chained to the wall. He was hidden in shadows, and his face could not be clearly seen. Some of the more obvious features could be made out, though. His hair was long and white, spiking in many directions. He wore a long jacket which covered nearly his entire body and hid anything beneath it. He was bound to the wall by numerous pitch black chains. Solidified darkness to seal him way, completed seven locks, ensuring that he was never released from this location. Though she didn't know it, there was a parasite digging through her mind. It was collecting all her thoughts, memories, and emotions, and giving all the information straight back to the "Hero". He sensed her doubt as to which side to take. It was a simple solution. All he needed to do was convince her of his innocence, and the guilt of the goddess. "Though, unlike the other, you are a hero. Not a villain. I can see it in you. Can you not see that freeing me is the right choice? The goddess sits idle, letting the worlds go to the deaths. She cares only for the world she sits on and claims as her throne. Yet, this is not the whole truth of the matter. The Goddess seeks for all worlds save for Riel to wither and die. Then, there will be only her "paradise". A garden of ignorance, filled with those who worship her in the center of a graveyard of those neglected. She herself was the one who sealed me away. She knew i had the power to save them, and she could not let this happen. If you care to stop this injustice, then return to the fight. Deliver seven wielders of the keyblade to me, and i will right this wrong. You have my word." The words seeped into the deepest recesses of her mind. They carried with them a disease. It was a subtle power at work, so slight that there was nearly no chance she would notice that it was happening, but she was being indoctrinated. One could not help but feel as though this man's will was correct. It was not so difficult to fight off, especially given his sealed state, but why would one fight that which they do not know exists? It was highly inhibited from its full power. The chains were barring him on a metaphysical level. It could not take one's will, but it could steer it in the desired directions. A disease of the mind which, if combined with honeyed words and unwavering charisma, would turn one into a willing slave with them none the wiser. That was the power this man possessed. As Caleb swung the keyblade down at Stratos, a figure rose from the boy's shadow, and parried the attack. "Caleb, do not let your hatred blind you! She has done more than you know! Tell me, do you truly believe that Dane was the only threat to the worlds that ever existed?! Have you ever heard of Xerxes Break? The Hands of Madness? Thanatos? The Bara clan? No. You haven't. They were all evil souls. Dangerous, psychotic people who threatened the balance of the worlds. Some of them were even more dangerous than Dane. Do you know why you have never heard of them? Because they died at my hands. Dane is not the only threat to ever arise. He's simply one that slipped the net. I forsook the name Satsujin long ago. Few know i exist. Fewer believe it. I am the will of the goddess. Her hand that extends where she cannot go. I am Ghost." The assassin said, revealing his identity as the now considered mythical figure who carried out the will of the goddess. Most considered him to be simply propaganda made to scare people into following the path of good. However, the legendary assassin stood here, along with all the other agents of the goddess. "I am giving you a chance. See reason. I beg you. The goddess is not your enemy. She is not your enemy. You and her fight for the same cause, and you seek to turn on her because she isn't doing it well enough? If not being able to wipe out corruption entirely is a crime punishable by death, then you and I are both guilty as well. You should know better than anyone that you cannot save everyone. The only thing you can do is save as many as you can." Ghost raised Narukami and pointed it at Caleb. "You are blinded by your lust for revenge. Against Dane, against anything to do with Dane, even against those who weren't there to stop him! I know what one consumed by their desire for revenge looks like, because i once saw it in myself. Either show me you are the man you once were, or show me that you are beyond saving. Fallen into the depths of what you hoped to destroy, and be cut down like the rest of them." Zavion looked at the fight going on. He'd only heard stories of Bahamut, the legendary dragon controlled by his mother. It was her greatest creation, and where Shinryu was derived from. If the rebellion was going to defeat this thing, it would take all of them. Lexcifur immediately ran to battle against Dane, While Freya seemed to be battling against some of the other members. He could only help one of them. The most obvious choice would be Freya, but the moment he looked at her, he saw something in her heart. It was pride. She knew she had the courage to stand on her own, and he had to trust her to do it. "Stay safe, Freya." Running over toward the other battle, Zavion conjured a massive hand of darkness which flung itself at Dane. Rienzel didn't know any of these people, but he could assess the situation. They were blocking their path from finding the hero. He would fight against them to help save his daughter. There was one in particular who appeared to be causing problems. A girl with red hair, who was evidently the Goddess' own daughter, and a young black haired boy next to her. Both of them could be troublesome, but he had the means to stop them. Pulling a sword hilt from his belt, he charged forward, and slashed at the barrier. As he swung, magic ignited and formed the blade. The barrier was cut through instantly. Barriers ordinarily were formidable defensive measures, but against Rienzel, they were a death sentance. His blade became more powerful because there was a barrier there. Running in, he slashed at Freya's chest. Bartholomew stared around the battlefield, searching for someone. A target was most easily frightened when they were alone, isolated from the others. Hearing explosions in the distance, he looked over to see the burly man facing down the dragon uplift a slab of earth to defend himself from a barrage of oncoming projectiles. Tracing their path to their origin, he found exactly what he was looking for. "Hello...I believe we've met before." The frightening man whispered to himself. He was nice and far away from any help. Just the way he liked his enemies. Summoning a large amount of dark energies, an enormous murder of transient crows lifted him from the ground. Spiraling towards Phantom, Bartholomew laughed. This was going to be an interesting fight, one way or another. There he was, standing there waiting. He knew he'd come. They both knew that this confrontation was going to happen. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Rienzel just didn't seem to want to post." He sarcastically apologized. Although, nothing they said mattered now. Not really. They both knew what needed to happen. They stood opposite eachother, away from the others so they wouldn't be interrupted. Their actions seemed to be mirrored. This battle...It had been a long time coming, and each of the two combatants were prepared for it. A look of effort appeared on their faces. The forces of the universe and all in it were bending to their will. Physics were ceasing to be in the presence. Completing their intended action, they both swiped their hand down in a dramatic fashion and stood with their legs slightly further apart, causing dust to fly off them from that slight bit of motion. Their hair just seemed to begin to defy all logic and reason in way indescribable by any language but their own (Which didn't even really consist of words). Their coats seemed normal until the bottom half. At that point, it just seemed to spike away from them as though there were wire in it, forcing it into a specific shape. However, there was nothing causing this spike in their coat, it simply existed. Each extended their hand toward the other, and a circular device on their wrist spat out a curved extension that ran the length of their forearm. Yes. They were settling things in the only way they knew how. It was time to duel. "Duel!" "Duel!" Beuce: 8000 *5 Lucien: 8000 *5
Best Hero/Sidekick duo?
Ra looked over at his own body. Damn he was sexy. He could see why Cal wanted to tap that. It appeared that the one who had inherited his form was Charlotte. In truth, he was relieved. Out of all the people who could have been placed in it, she was likely the most trustworthy. He trusted each of the members of team king with his life, just...not his reputation. Charlotte, however, was an exception. They were fairly similar in nature. Despite popular belief, he did have traits aside from wear a "bird suit". "I believe the first course of action should be to investigate this job request which caused the change. Afterwards, seeking a solution will prove to be a simpler task due to knowledge of the cause." Ra suggested to the group while glaring at the zipper on his scarf, still irritated at the nonsensical nature of such a device. He suddenly felt the irresistible urge to defeat it through use of dark tears in space to become stronger....odd. Beucette looked at the girl with a giant ass shield who had saved her ass. "Yo. Thanks a million." The whale seemed to be suspiciously hurt by that last round. After looking at the battle post, she realized that Scarlett had done double damage for being inside the whale. "Aw what? Man that ***** is doing too much damage i need to go and get double too." Leaping off the boat in a cannon ball fashion, the whale jumped out of the water like Free Willy Cat and ate her. Man, she hoped that she didn't get reported for intentional feeding...Looking around, she noticed that she was with Scarlett and Calxiyn. "Man. This place is tight...and wet...and warm...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" Beucette used sliding dash. Aias used barrier surge and blocked for Lucia. Quinn's eyes widened as a wooden flute dropped from a man's pocket. He wasn't exactly the most magically inclined, but his gut told him that thing was bad news. Quinn drew one of his pistols, Veritas, and began shooting at him. However, none of the bullets hit. He grabbed X and then vanished into thin air. Cursing under his breath, he put away the pistol once again. "Hey, who was that guy? Did he say anything that might tell us where he's going? We need to hurry, if we're going to catch him."
And Canadians make fun of us for not knowing geometry
Ra covered his eye at the flash of light. When he opened them, the world around seemed to be altogether different. Everything was taller. Displaced. He looked down to find that he was a fair few inches shorter, and wearing different clothing, instead of his armor. One such article was a scarf. Why the devil did such a thing have a zipper on it? It made no sense. Especially in that position. It was right in the middle of the scarf. You would have to fold it first, then put it on if you were to wear it via use of the zipper. It was simply unproductive. nonsensical zippers aside, this had told him that he was now, in fact, in Gexn's body. One of the S-class members that had been with them. He looked around at all the others, in a similar state of confusion. The most interesting of the transformations was that Mikasa now seemed to be in the body of Gexln's cat. "A curse that switches bodies...And attached to a job request? Who would send this to us? and more importantly, why? What could they possibly hope to gain by causing us to change bodies unless there's some secondary effect to the spell?" Ra pondered. In any case, the first thing they would have to do would be get used to their new, hopefully temporary, bodies. He took a few steps and stretched his shoulder. It felt...Odd being in another's body. His legs, his arms, Nothing was the right length. He felt restrained. And the hair he saw in the corner of his eye was a dark brown, rather than golden. These could be adjusted to without a large amount of difficulty, but it was simply odd. A thought occurred to him. They'd changed bodies, but had the changed abilities as well? He could feel magic power inside of himself. It was far greater than ordinary, likely implying the strength of Gexln. In his hand, he gathered up power, and made a quick jab forward. Darkness coated his hand and guided his fist forward, before dissipating on reaching the full length. Had it connected with anything other than the air, it surely would have caused quite a bit of damage. "So we have indeed switched our magics as well...It goes without saying we won't be able to use them to the proficiency of their original wielder, regardless of the transference. If we prove unable to solve this issue with haste, it would be wise to attempt to train one another in the use of our skills, should the need for combat arise."
Aias stood from the kneeling position he had been in while protecting Rho. The onslaught had been defended against, and successfully held off. Now it was time to return to the offensive. "I will return to your side, should you need it." He promised his current charge. Cloaking himself in flames, he charged through the beast, then returned to the boat. Looking around for wounded, he found that the worst off was a purple haired girl. One who had previously done the most damage to the beast. In an instant, he was at her side. For someone with no speed he moves really fast. Aias used fire surge and blocked for Lucia "Yeah let's blow this fucker up after we kill it! I mean, what else would we do with a whale corpse? Clearly this is the only reasonable solution." Beucette said as she somehow not only used ego, but HURLED THAT MOTHER FUCKER LIKE A GODDAMN FRISBEE AND FLUNG IT STRAIGHT AT THE WHALE AND WHAT THE FUCK PHYSICS ARE NOT APPLYING IN THIS SITUATION ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES BACK TO HER AND SHE CATCHES IT AND JESUS CHRIST THIS MAKES NO SENSE WHATSOEVER Ahem. She used strike raid. yup
Ezekiel was like unconscious and ****. that's really all that happened 10/10 quality post Aias stared at the creature which assaulted their ship. It was an odd one at that, but nevertheless it had to be stopped. Running gracefully toward the edge of the ship. Leaping up, he kicked off the rail, launching himself at the whale. Light coated his body as he drove his shoulder into the beast. With the light coating his body, he kicked off of the whale's face. Doing a backflip in the air, he gracefully landed back on the deck of the ship. Looking over, he quickly found someone to guard and make the most of his brief invulnerability. This person happened to be Rho. Aias Barrier surged and then blocked for Rho. "There it is. The great beast of legend. The blue-eyes white whale! A creature so derpy, there is only one being in existence capable of rivaling it. My cousin once told me about such a being. It was capable of moving at mach speeds, but only in a single frame of animation" Beucette exclaimed in awe at the whale's emergence. Lifting her massive blade with ease, she leaped out to sea and slid on the water because logic. She couldn't even just ninja run like other people. Damn Aias and his ninja motions. Quinn stood by Cassandra when they exited the train. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "This is going to be a handful." Running after Cassandra, they were approached by a dark haired tan man who looked like he was part planet. Wait what? "If we're both looking for someone, then i guess it can't hurt to search together." Quinn said, basically stating the same thing as Aoki. "Where should we start searching, then?"
Orpheus listened to Alastor as he went over the dossiers of each potential guild recruit. Each of them was a madman. A blight on society, and a criminal feared by all but the most lionhearted. It would appear that his task was to overtake the enigmatic man known as The Warden. Orpheus picked up the photograph and studied it closer. He seemed to have been involved in some kind of accident to horribly damage his face, although that likely added to his reputation. "He will be ours, by bond of word of blood. I have a feeling we'll need the first two in order to overcome the duo. They seem like the most dangerous of the lot. Not to mention their superb magic resistance would prove...problematic for the two of us. No matter. We will enlist them, and we will rise up through the pages of history as one of the great dark guilds." Orpheus waved his hand and a miasma of black smoke gathered. Bones that were black as sin began forming from it, creating Orpheus' unholy steed, Despair. Mounting the skeletal horse, Orpheus turned briefly to Alastor. "Oh and, do try not to get yourself killed. You'll make a much better guild master than you will undead. I'd prefer to have you at your best." With a grim statement that was indistinguishable from dark humor and a genuine "good luck", Orpheus rode his black steed into a dark portal. This "warden" would be an interesting character, to say the least.
~The Outlands~ Footsteps echoed on the sand. Panting breath rang out in the air. The blond mage ran as fast as he could. Nothing was visible to the eye, but he knew that he needed to run for his life. He was being hunted. Something burst from the sand in front of him. A pincer? A talon? He couldn't tell what it was. He didn't have time to look. It swung down, attempting to crush him. Ezekiel leaped into the air, firing a missile of arcane energy at the appendage as he passed over it. Diving into a roll as he reached ground once again, he kept up his full sprint. When he had struck the part of his pursuer, a deafening screech rang out through the desert landscape. The ground shook. From beneath the earth, the hell beast that chased him burst from the sand. He didn't turn around to look at it. He knew that if he stopped running for even a moment, it would be the end for him. He panted heavily. He was running out of stamina. He would be caught eventually. If he were in his ascended form, he could defeat it. In fact, he it was entirely possible he could simply break out of this prison. Although, there was no proof to that theory. Even if he could have, that would defeat the purpose of the punishment if he were to simply force his way out. In any case, there was no point to thinking about this now. He was faced with a horror of this land in his unascended form. He'd been playing cat and mouse with this creature for what seemed like days. it caught up to him. There was only one way he was getting out of this. He had to kill it. He leaped backwards into the air, using his magic to vastly increase the distance he jumped. The beast passed under him and he fell onto it's back. It looked like something out of a nightmare. The moment it realized its prey had stopped running and mounted it, it swerved. Beginning to move in a circle, it turned on it's side, evidently attempting to wrap itself around him. Though it hadn't expected to turn and find itself pelted with a primordial burst. The force of the arcane blast knocked it back, stunning it momentarily. This was his chance. Kneeling, Ezekiel punched the body of the creature where he stood. The air around him crackled with arcane energy. Raw magical power flowed out of him in visible form. Sweat poured down his face at the sheer effort of sustaining the magic. "Arcane Barrage!" He cried out. He called upon the power he had while ascended. Humans weren't meant to use this kind of magic. The sheer amount of magic flowing through his body caused his muscles to scream in agony. Not only that, but it was almost unheard of for someone to have the power to even attempt a spell of an ascended. Ezekiel remembered what his father had told him. That he was unimaginably gifted in the art of magic. With enough training and discipline, he could eventually rival the strongest of the wizard saints, although Ezekiel had always believed that comparison had been overly flattering. It was only due to his memory of the spell during his time of ascension giving him the ability to cast it with less effort than most that it was even possible. A groan of effort escaped his mouth as he called down the spell. Streaks of blue cracked the sky. Three blinding pillars of raw power struck the ground, causing the desert sand to explode. The force of the blast managed to blow even the enormous creature out of the ground and out into the open. The full scale of its body was unimaginable. Were he in a less dire situation, Ezekiel might've stopped to stare in awe at the sheer size of it. But he couldn't afford that. It was vulnerable. This may well be his only opportunity. After throwing several spell fluxes along the ground at it, he fired a primordial burst beneath it. The explosion knocked it into the air. Ezekiel swiped his hands. At his command, arcane runes wrapped themselves around it, suspending it into the air. This would be the finishing blow. He gathered up energy in his hand, wincing in pain. This was even worse than when he had cast. While he was ascended, he had experimented with arcane magic. He refined it, improving upon the spells in the texts. Before the assault on Sapphire Eclipse, he'd been in the process of creating an entirely new spell. He'd never cast it before, even while ascended. He summoned up as much energy as he possibly could. He poured everything he had into this attack. His knees nearly gave out beneath him. Even with the additional power of a second origin, it wasn't enough. It was simply to impossible to be cast by a mortal man. No. That wasn't right. True Ascension was not what he had. He'd cheated his way to power. A ritual to convert his physical existence into magical energy had indeed granted him immense power, but it wasn't how it was supposed to be achieved. He knew from the texts that it was a taboo to perform that ritual. Ascension could be achieved another way. By expanding one's magical power to encompass their entire being, one can achieve a natural ascension. He would regain his ascension, but this time, it would be the proper way. "How am i meant to achieve a power like that if i can't even cast this?" Screaming in effort, he pushed harder. Gathering magic that was better left unused. A blue flame danced along his body, crackling with energy. "Transcendent Arrow!" He thrust his fist forward, and there was a silence. An unnerving silence, like the calm before a storm. All at once, the magic burst from his palm in an earth-shattering torrent of power. The beam was blindingly bright. almost white, but with a slight blue tint. It looked as though it were on fire. The same kind that coated the caster. The air around it was ablaze. It seemingly ceased to be, destroyed sheer by the act of touching the beam. The spell achieved its purpose. It pierced the creature's center, splitting it entirely in two with ease. A scream of agony came from the hellish beast as it too was lit ablaze by the blue arcane fire, burnt away into nothingness. Not even ashes remained. There was simply nothing where it used to be under the destructive force of the spell. After using the spell and defeating the creature, Ezekiel collapsed onto his back. He tried to move, but found himself unable to feel his body. it was likely that using up such an incredible amount of magic all at once had put too much stress on him for his body to handle. For the moment, he was paralyzed. He let his eyes slide closed. He would sleep for days, his body trying to recover the energy that had been used up. If he survived this sleep, it would be due to luck of the creatures not finding him. Perhaps they had seen the death of the largest of their kind and now feared him. If only...Ezekiel let his consciousness slip away as he fell into a deep sleep. Quinn sat on the train, listening to Cassandra. He'd heard of this guild briefly, but didn't really know too much about them. From the sounds of things, Erigor was a real nutjob. Just the fact that he was messing with a dark artifact was enough to tell him that. There was magic that shouldn't be disturbed. This was one of them. A dark guild...He'd had experience with that type of guild before. He'd eradicated it too. He looked around at the others there. They were all pretty young. He hoped that he didn't have to repeat his actions in order to destroy this guild...
That worked out swimmingly. Villain gone. Fight won. Job completed. However, they couldn't call it a day yet. His plot senses were tingling. There was another battle to be fought. He glared at the sky. In another world...Somewhere...He was waiting. The fight against Hunter had been a bit one sided due to the fight with Ohm prior, but there was another. One more of his kind he had yet to face. He had a feeling that would be resolved soon enough. "Lucien...We'll face off soon enough." The white haired man turned to his padawan. "Stratos. I hate to say, but it's not over quite yet. The fight to determine the fate of the hero is about to start. They're gathering. We're about to head off to the final battle. Given i don't think either of us have a romantic interest to bang, we can skip that part. Instead...I just wanted to say...Thanks. You've been a real friend. In fact i don't think i could've gotten half as far as i have without you. You always follow me into nonsensical situations without question. Here. I've got something for you." Beuce said, smiling and sticking a pin to his shirt. It was a simple green pin with the words "Bro as fuck" written on it. It was pretty fitting for the one he gave it to. "Anyway, shall we be going?" He said, giving a friendly smile and walking off toward the Goddess' location. He cracked the door open and walked in. "Sapphire. I hate to interrupt, but it's starting. We've gotta get going. We need everyone you can spare. That means Xero, Phantom, and Bahamut." Beuce said, staring at her rather seriously. He was in a state that was known as "in character". "This is the battle that's going to determine the outcome of everything. They're on the hero's doorstep. We're going to be the last line of defense. We either stop them here, or they succeed. I think by this point you've realized why we don't want that." The way he said the last sentence. He knew about the hero. He knew who he was. He had a feeling Sapphire did as well, though he wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to admit it. "We need everything we've got. We need the full force of the goddess behind us." Given i don't feel like writing "They walked to the keyblade graveyard" four times. They all walked to the keyblade graveyard.
Quinn listened from across the room to what their seer was saying. Evidently, she needed strong wizards to go on an important job. Well, he did need the money, and apparently he had a thing for Cassandra according to Cal...Yeah that was probably never going to have anything become of it, or probably ever be mentioned again or really even considered canon. But according to Cal, it was a thing. She ships it. If her ships were actual ships, she'd have the largest navy the world has ever seen. Seriously. That girl had way too many romantic fantasies. But yeah he stood up and walked over to Cassandra. "I'll join you. You said it was important and you needed strong people right? Besides, it'll be a good chance for me to see how the new members handle themselves." Quinn said to her. He turned to wait for all those that would be joining them on their new job. Beucette walked up to Caliborn, standing ready to lead a mission. "Yo. OOC thread says i'm supposed to talk to you or cal. Given Cal's probably kinda pussy whipped from her time with the bird man, figured you'd be the one to talk to." The white haired girl said to him. "Aight so what're we doing? Looking for some kind of magic artifact or what?" Aias walked up to Zeph and stood in silence. He would be going on this mission. He looked at his newly branded guild emblem on the underside of his wrist. He'd obtained it after he joined the guild from uh...totally kicking Johanna's ass off screen. Yeah. That's what happened.
Team king signing up for mission 3 Beucette going on mission one Aias going on idfk whichever one Rho goes on.
The mask was returned to her by Caliborn, but the fool boy who didn't know what command meant had attempted to snatch it away. Ra was about to take it back himself, but Caliborn beat him to it. "Charlotte, the reason i wish to give her back the mask is because should we withhold it from her, she will die. We agreed not to take Ezekiel's life. If we leave her to die, how is that any different? The mask must be returned to her." As he spoke to her, he glared at Ander, letting Caliborn speak to him.
Ra turned to look at the small child that was in the room with them. She was the one that was part of Magus Ascension. Ezekiel's guild. She asked if they were here to punish her for hurting the fairies. "Fear not, young one. We are not here to bring punishment to you. It's no concern of ours." He said, trying to be reassuring, though it was in a bit of an eccentric manner. Before the conversation could continue, he heard a yelp of pain from next to him. Sharply turning to the girl that knelt beside him, he saw her grab her chest, saying something about her heart. "Your...Heart?" Before she could explain, she turned a ghostly white. It didn't take much to tell that her health was deteriorating fast. He stood, not knowing what to do for a moment. "The mask..!" Ra said Rhetorically. She'd been worried about not getting it back, explaining how it was important and there would be dire consequences for not retrieving it. Perhaps it was tied to her in some way. He placed one hand under her legs and the other across her shoulders, and picked her up. He had to find help quickly. As fast as his feet would carry him, he ran. He bolted for the last place he had seen Dale, with Cal in his arms. He burst through the doors of the guild hall. "The mask! Where is it?! Quickly!" He yelled out, searching the room for Dale. Last he saw, Dale was the one with the mask. Although he'd been talking with Cal for some time. It may have changed hands. "Whoa dude. Did she get some kind of like fast acting bird STD that doesn't mix with humans or something?"
Ra listened to her words. She said she had seen Ezekiel in him. A madman obsessed with power. However, she saw herself in them as well. "We could have brought down the demon, but it would have been far too hard fought to be considered a victory. Likely several of us would have died in the process. With our current strength, it would not have been worth it the price." Ra sighed. After listening to her, his anger had subsided. He'd given her the chance to explain herself, and she had done so. "I suppose...If i was willing to give Ezekiel a second chance, you should be given the same. Know this, though. Should you turn on us again, i will not be so forgiving. If your sympathy for another leads you to help them, then speak with me. We will help them, i promise you. Though, it may not be how you initially percieve." Then, she began searching her person, and became worried when she couldn't find what she was looking for. "The mask was picked up by Dale and brought back to the guild for safekeeping. If it is truly important that you get it back, you may ask that it be returned."
Ra sighed. "You cannot act so brashly! If we hadn't stopped you, that demon would have been released, and countless would have died. Yourself likely included in the casualties. What you believe to be helping people, would have in fact likely ended in Boreal's death alongside many others. You must know your own strength. Recklessly overestimating yourself will result in bringing danger to those you wish to help." Ra stopped. He appeared deep in thought. He was trying to grasp what he thought of her right now. "You fought against us. Turned on us for someone you hardly knew. The choice may not have been entirely yours, though. It cannot be allowed to happen again."
Ra stared at her for a moment, before taking a deep breath. "Tell me, why? Why did you betray us? I thought you better than that." He said, obviously upset over the betrayal. It almost seemed a mixture of hurt and angry in equal parts. He didn't take treason well since his brother betrayed him.
Beucette gave a frown. "That doesn't sound like an answer to me. Well if you won't answer then we'll just leave it to fate! And that means it's time for the fun part of the show!" Restraints gripped ahold of Cal's wrists, confining her to the chair. It leaned back, so she was laying flat on her back. "Wheel of Indecision!" The crowd chanted each word along with Beucette. An enormous wheel raised up from beneath her. "Ready or not, here we go!" And it began to spin. Moving around along the stage, it bumped into several obstacles which sent it ricocheting off and making a pinball noise as it lit up. It spun faster, creating a string of overlapping "dings" as it bounced around the area. The host of the show leaped on and rode the wheel with their unwilling contestant. "Wheeeeee!" She cried, wind blowing through her hair. It lasted for a few minutes before finally hitting against one of the silhouettes and lighting it up. "Number one it is!" Beucette yelled as the wheel stopped. "That's all for today folks! Come back next week to see how Veilan fairs in his own quest for love! Beucette, out!" The two were then Calxiyn and her "chosen" bachelor were then powerplayed to Cal's dorm to do the horizontal tango. Well, at least that's what she assumed they were going to do. Ra stood in the center of the room, blinking several times. He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. He was clearly as confused as Cal was. He looked over to her, with a momentarily confused expression, before it wore off. He remembered what she'd done on the island. His face turned into a scowl and he glared at her. He turned his gaze away, saying nothing for the moment.
"Aw, a shy one. That's cute. She's denying that she's just longing for someone to hold her at night. So adorable. But hey, maybe she's right. Let's ask our audience!" After various shouts of one number or another, they had all pretty much confirmed that they thought she was after someone. Now, who the hell the audience was comprised of, how the hell they got here, and why they seemed to go with that this was a dating show was completely irrelevant. "There you have it! Come on, no need to be shy. Just follow your heart and pick the one you think would be best for you. There isn't a wrong answer. I've helped a great many people find what they were looking for before! Not all of them knew they were looking, either." Beucette said, spewing bullshit every which way. This was the premier episode of the show and she'd never helped anyone find love in her life.
Beucette squinted her eyes suspiciously. "Yeah i don't buy it. You can't fool me. I know everything. Listen, if you're really that horny, then i can set you up with a guy here in the guild! That way you can satisfy your lady boner all you want without having your approval rating go down faster than the lovechild of the Hindenburg and the Titanic." She gave a slight pat on the shoulder. "Don't you worry! Leave it to ol' Beucette! You like blondies right? Well, i think we all know what time it is!" Out of nowhere, the lights dimmed to total darkness. "That's right folks, it's time for your favorite wizard dating show!" She walked into the spotlight, donning a suit and holding a microphone, an unseen audience cheering for her as she did so. "Our guest today is a poor lonely little soul who just can't control her urges. She turns to the bad boys, but that gets her in trouble. So we need to set her up with a guild mate who will treat her nice!" A group of silhouettes appeared in front of Cal as she was put into a chair. "Today we have three suitable bachelors for the tastes of our little Calxiyn. Bachelor number one is a man of class. He looks to shape the guild into a better future, though he can be a bit over the top. He also seems to have a taste for the finer things in life. Like gold. Lots of that ****. Bachelor number two is basically a carbon copy of number one as far as appearance goes, but as far as personality, they're not quite alike. He's a man of few words, and seems to always be sizing up the situation. He's a bit mysterious, but that gilgamesh appearance has a lot going for him. And Bachelor number three is...uh...He's Roxas. Now then, take your pick!"
