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This was bad. She evidently hadn't listened to what he'd said. He offered to help her get away, yet when it came down to it, she gave herself up. What she said was true. There had been an awful lot of disappearances, without recovery of the bodies. Mostly females, around her age. Now that the thought of a slave trade had come into his mind, he realized that supported the fact of there being one. The blonde trainee who had pointed a gun at Mila turned to question him about what he'd handed her. Dammit, she had a sharp eye. Well, she could suspect him all she wanted, if she tried to do anything about it, it would be his word against hers. So, there wasn't much risk of her telling someone. Still, he had to clear it up. "You follow orders to the letter, without question. You're a good soldier. I respect that." He began, seeming to praise her.

"But there's such a thing as being too loyal. Because the higher ups tell you something doesn't make it true. It's not always the public they're out to protect. I have an order for you. A simple one. When you bring her in, think about what she says. Use your own judgement, and see if you believe her or not." He finished, and began to walk away. "Robyn. We're done here. We'll see Mila later. I intend on talking to her." Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he believed her or not. If she did turn out to be right, then it would shatter everything they knew.

Beuce looked over to see those who had gone through the mirror had been thrown back out of it. Tumbling back out, they briefly wondered why before Merlin explained it. It had some kind of reverse spell on it. So, the entrance was now the exit, and it just looped back to where you were a second ago. Made sense. Well, about as much sense as a magic mirror you jump into is going to make anyway. It helped he studied magic theory back on Atreia. Karina was now cleaning after he breakdown, likely to try and simply keep busy to get her mind off of things. However, most other people began cleaning as well. He doubted it was the case with them. They looked around, trying to find something of use that Yen Sid might have left behind. Sure enough, Kel managed to find something. It was a relatively small glass orb which reflected the surrounding area fairly well, but a moment after he picked it up, a hologram of the recently petrified master appeared.

It gave warning of a book. One of such importance, in the wrong hands it would mean the difference between life and death for all of them. He looked over to the only person not crowding around the orb. Karina. It was obvious she didn't want any interaction with anyone. He honestly felt sorry for her. However, knowing that now would be a bad time to talk to her, Beuce simply kept focusing on the hologram of the now inactive master. Eventually, it gave them something. An ability and a keychain. While Beuce decided not to equip it at the current moment, he now had a keyblade from two great wizards. Well, it was a good thing he was adept at magic. In fact, aside from Hikaru, he was by a considerable amount the strongest mystic there. Odd, considering he wasn't a mystic. Come to think of it, neither was Hikaru....Huh...Well, that was something to think about.

The mirror was operational. Which meant, they could leave at any time. However, Beuce still had something he needed to find. He knew there had to be a copy of it among the books Yen Sid kept here. Luckily, a good amount of the books had been cleaned up. Looking through them, Beuce found the one he was looking for after a few minutes of searching. It was a black book with golden letters spelling out the words "ELEMENTAL GUARDIANS" on the cover. He attempted to put the book in his pocket, but couldn't quite manage it. The pockets of his pants were bottomless, a blessing of Marchutan, but it still needed to fit into the entrance. His pocket stretched quite a bit, so the book would fit, but...Well...He needed a hand that wasn't holding the book to stretch it out. For a moment, he awkwardly tried to place the book in, to no avail. Finally, he accepted that he couldn't do it and walked over to another of the wielders "Hey, someone, think you could...help me out here?" He was reluctant to ask for help, partly because if he heard the joke about needing a hand one more time he was going to shank someone.

~Omega's Realm~
The battle with Omega wasn't going as well as the one with Chaos was. Here, in this vast universe of infinite possibilities, Omega was almighty. The very world they fought in did everything in it's power to see to it they lost the fight. Not only that, Omega himself was infinitely more powerful. He drained away the near-never ending supply of power as he would the life of a world, increasing his own abilities. A maelstrom of beams were constantly being fired at them. The dark warrior R had summoned to combat Omega was currently acting as a shield, defending them from the beams, but it wouldn't last forever. "We must stop the flow of energy to him or we will never win." Looking at the agents, it wasn't difficult to tell how he was getting the power. Four columns of green energy were bursting fourth from the ground and flowing directly into Omega. Before they went on the assault, R had to test something. Crafting the bow which was said to be a sure strike, Brahm Astra, R knocked an arrow, took aim, and fired it. Sure enough, it weaved through all of the beams fired from the agent and struck it on the shoulder, resulting in a massive explosion. Upon the smoke clearing, it seemed the attack hadn't harmed Omega in the slightest, as only a faint green glow remained where the arrow struck before fading a moment later.

"As i thought." R said as his bow crumbled away to dust, before being scattered to the wind by it's owner. "It's not that the attack had no effect, but what it's absorbing is the very essence of life itself. As that flows into it, any wound we inflict onto it, no matter how severe, will be for naught. It's not an exaggeration to say that right now, it's utterly invincible." He looked down at the ports where energy flowed into Omega. They seemed to be solid, and could be destroyed with force. "If we can destroy those four flows, it should stop the immediate regeneration. However..."

Ghost spoke up, seemingly knowing what R was about to say. "One will repair another, and should it be destroyed, it will be repaired by that one in turn." Receiving a nod from R let him know that he was correct. "In other words, if we don't destroy all four simultaneously, there is no way to defeat him. If we can manage to break them...Victor is not assured, but it is within the realm of possibility." He looked up at the damaged warrior. They'd have to do it soon, or they wouldn't make it before their defense broke down.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Said Beuce. If there was one person who would act as cannon fodder, it'd be him. There were plenty of NPC Beuces to take the fire. However, It wasn't unlikely most of them wouldn't be able to reach their source of power. The ones that did would have to be able to break it. Just before their assault began, a feeling of enormous power washed over them. However, Omega was not the source.

"To be able to feel Chaos' strength across dimensions...Unfathomable." Ghost commented. If the agent was truly that powerful, then the ones there would need help. Given that the energy had not been felt prior, it was likely that Chaos was about to do something which was unlikely they'd recover from. "They may need help. I will be the one to go."

R looked over, giving him an approving nod. It was important that they defeated Omega, but the other battle happening was just as important. If either side failed, then the other would have to deal with both agents, and likely wouldn't be able to succeed. So, they had to help each other, and ensure that victory was attained on both fronts. R watched the man who he'd robbed of a normal life summon the X-blade and vanish into the next realm. Turning his attention back to the situation at hand, he looked to see if the others were ready to charge Omega.​

~Chaos' Realm~

The Agent of End let out a deafening scream as his arms were severed. However, it was not one of pain, but one of anger. He was a skilled swordsman, but that was far from the only thing he was capable of. He had the powers of a god at his fingertips, and it was time he used them. "You will know despair!" As those words were yelled, a flash covered the vision of his foes, and in an instant, Chaos was nowhere to be seen. If they thought he had fled from battle, they were wrong. The earth itself shook as Chaos arose from a crouching position, standing outside of the platform they were on. His enormous shadow loomed over them like the darkness of death itself. He was easily over a thousand times his previous size, and his blades had grown with him. Swinging down the massive sword, he struck across the center of the platform as spurts of flame erupted from where it had made contact with the ground. In an instant, Chaos was on the other side of the platform. This time, a massive horizontal sweep was his method of attack. Even without direct contact with the blade, the winds from it threatened to blow them off the platform and into the hell beyond.

Finally, he raised his hand into the air, and all the swords which covered the landscape sprung from the ground and pointed toward the platform. At his command, they all raced forward at breathtaking speeds, Skewering into the stone with ease. From all sides, the stabbed into it. While the surface they stood on was untouched, they were far from safe. The ground the stood on began to heat, glowing enormously hot in second, until columns of fire burst upward from the ground. The flames of hell which scorched your very soul is what they were assaulted with. As the fire ceased, chaos was once again his ordinary size, sitting in his throne, hands folded across his mouth. "You struggle in vain." He stood and reclaimed his blades, walking over to finish off his enemies. The first to go was Gexln. He raised the greatsword as though it were light as a feather and brought it down upon him. However, it never reached him. The timing couldn't have been more perfect, as a Katana crackling with electricity intercepted the blow. "From Omega's domain?!"

Ghost wasted no time in this one moment of confusion due to the surprise of his entry. He immediately lost consciousness, killing Chaos where he stood with his unrivaled fainting powers With Chaos' blade in the air momentarily, A strong kick was delivered to the Agent's stomach, sending him back a few inches. Delivering a deadly torrent of cuts, Ghost kept Chaos at bay for a moment with sheer speed and precision. However, Chaos soon regained himself and counterattacked. With two horizontal sweeping cuts, Ghost was likely to be cleaved in half. Wasting no time, he raised his blade in front of him, and performed the technique made to kill R. Three stroke of his blade were made. The first a downward strike to knock aside the left blade, The second an upward one to knock aside the right, and the third a diagonal slash which made a gash across Chaos' chest, causing it to leak blood. Anything less than simultaneous strikes would not have been enough to counter both attacks, and deliver one of his own. Enraged, Chaos was not staggered by the injury and kept his assault. Unable to block another strike, Ghost leaned backwards and slid beneath Chaos' legs, melting into his shadow. A moment later, He emerged in a crouching position from Xero's shadow. Immediately, he took three throwing knives from his belt and tossed them in the direction of The Agent.​

For a good while, Azra battled the girl valiantly. Blocking and parrying her slashes, while delivering counterattacks of his own. She was an immensely skilled swordsman, easily on par with himself. Azra was known for being skilled in the ways of the sword, but his true power lied in his mastery over the element of light. However, he tended to avoid using that unless he sought to take the life of his opponent. It could accomplish that task rather well, but it was difficult to achieve anything less than that with it, so it was deemed unfit for simple sparring matches by its wielder. The duel could have gone in either one of their favor. It was a shame their match would not see conclusion, as another combatant entered the battlefield.

From the shadows nearby, an immensely strange creature leaped from nowhere. Given that Azra's blade was locked with Sombra's at the exact moment of the attack, he could do little to stop it. A set of claws raked across his back and caused him to let out a small cry of pain. It wasn't just the pain of a wound. Something about it in particular just...burned. As though the very concept of the attack fought against the essence of who he was. A mere second later, he heard a zap, followed by a popping sound. He turned just in time to see a scorch mark on the ground and a puff of black smoke around it. Looking to the side, he saw someone he hadn't noticed previously due to being engrossed in his duel. It was his brother, India, who had laid waste to whatever it was which had attacked him. ​

India watched the duel, looking almost bored. He had made a bet with Dain that the female Azra was fighting would be the victor. He tended to be too brash in a battle of swordsmanship. And even if he had managed to begin to overcome her, well there was a saying that a single grain of rice could tip the scales. Someone had to put it on, so why not tip it to be beneficial for him? However, that never happened. The duel was interrupted as a small black creature, which would come up to about the knees of an average person burst from the shadows and raked it's claws along Azra's back. Reacting without thought, India blasted an arc of lightning magic at the creature and disintegrated it without it putting up much else of a fight.

The danger wasn't over yet, though. It didn't seem very threatening in and of itself. Likely the only reason it was able to wound Azra was from a surprise attack, and if it had tried to assault him any other way, it likely wouldn't have gone well for it. And so, when a weak animal went hunting, it generally went by the logic of strength in numbers. Which meant that wasn't the only one. Scanning the shadows in the area, he was able to detect several shadows before they actually emerged. He fired spells at them, but nothing happened. They simply struck the ground the creatures hid on. That's when he realized they weren't hiding in the shadows, these creatures had the ability to BECOME shadows. Fascinating...The thought of simply watching them fight crossed India's mind, but he dismissed it and instead chose to help his brother. The creatures were encircling Azra, and rose from the ground. Throwing his Glaive into the air, he coordinated a bolt of lightning to strike down from the sky, colliding with it directly above Azra's head, and spreading outward from it, forming a cage of sorts from lightning. Rather, in this case, it was more used as a protective barrier. Well, that proved he could manipulate the way electricity left the Glaive fairly easily, but it took concentration to keep a sustained bolt of lightning, so he wasn't able to do much else as long as the cage was kept up. "Dain. You know what to do. Renna, why don't you see if that device works now?"

The Agents were beginning to lose patience. They had underestimated the potential of the wielders, and their capability to wield the power the X-blade had bestowed upon them. They had taken a fair amount of damage from the wielders, but no longer. "Your petty parlor tricks will accomplish naught. We cannot be defeated by mortal hands." Said Chaos, marking the first time one of the agents had actually spoken.

"Who attacked you with their hands? Everyone had been using a bunch of BS moves. Also, nice banner! Did your mom make it for you?" Called out Beuce, taunting the agents whilst fighting off a horde of the crystal beings which had been released from Omega. So far, it didn't seem like it was much for a direct fight, preferring to pick off it's foes at an immensely long range. However, he doubted that would be the key to their victory. Given what it was, it no doubt had some sort of trick up it's sleeve. And speak of the devil, they started using their own desperation moves. Well, this couldn't be good.

Chaos and Omega both began to glow with a divine light. Although, while Chaos' Aura was more akin to that of darkness, neither was the same as any power felt before. This kind of power was impossible to describe, for no other reason than there is nothing that exists in the world to compare it against. It was a unique energy in and of itself. Only a handful of people alive could even hope to comprehend the primordial essence which these two possessed. With naught but a mental command of the power, two lines of this power burst fourth from the ground, one red, and one blue. They spread out, covering the entire area. Even the fastest in the world couldn't hope to outrun them for even a second. However, the damage they dealt was not direct. Not to the combatants, at least.

In some ways, this attack was more unimaginably destructive than any to exist, and yet at the same time, it caused no harm to the foes of the Agents. Instead, what it damaged was the fabric of reality itself. Unlike Xindai's Cetatea De Gandire, which simply placed his mind ontop of the surrounding area, altering the appearance, the agents simply razed the very base idea of what existed, and replaced it with something entirely new. "Your determination is admirable. Perhaps there will be others like you in the next universe, ones who will succeed where you have failed." Omega said, speaking as though they had already lost. If they gave even the slightest hesitation, that would indeed be the case. Those trapped within Omega's domain would find themselves in an infinitely vast space, most of which was dim white. It was like being inside of a cloud. If one had to put an image to the universe before it had been filled with matter and given true substance, this is likely fairly close to how it would be. Ordinarily, this would not be so dangerous, but the one to give it shape was their opponent. Anything could and will be.

R was one such person who found himself in this Agent's piece of existence. he doubted that a full frontal assault would have much effect, not to mention, a universe yet to be given form was nothing but raw energy. And Omega absorbed the energy of creation to derive his power. With an endless supply of it, they had gone over the deep end. Just then, a thought crossed his mind. Not his own, but an external one, not unlike when Xindai spoke to someone mentally. The X-blade itself was planting information into the minds of its wielders. It had the ability to Transcend their shifted reality and pull through its wielder into the other realm once every few minutes, yet even it had its limits when faced against the agents. It could only take one person through at a time, although traveling by itself would be less strenuous, and could more easily be done. In other words, they could pass through the weapon, but if they themselves wanted to cross, they had to pick and choose carefully who went where.

In Chaos' realm, a very different scene was displayed. The very vision of Armageddon. The sky rained fire, as the ground was dried and dead, cracking open to spill out lakes of flame. In the ground in various places as far as the eye could see, enormous versions of Chaos' blades were stabbed into the ground, as though the breaks in the ground had originated from them. Chaos and Omega...They were the very embodiment of the Beginning and End. The wielders who found themselves in the realm of Chaos stood on a rather small platform, roughly 20 feet wide. Leaving it would and venturing out into that apocalyptic landscape would be utter suicide. At the head of this platform was a throne, and on it sat Chaos himself. He stood up. Unlike Omega, he was one to make the first strike. "SHIVER!" He cried out, sending a wave of power of his opposition. As it collided with them, a feeling of fear none had ever felt before washed over them. They looked up and saw the thing they feared most. Previous fears were now utterly irrelevant. The object of their terror had been shifted, and was now the embodiment of end. Whether they had a heart to feel with or not, the utmost basic instincts of their body screamed at them to flee from Chaos as he approached them, four red great swords in hand.



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"Human testing huh?" Beuce said to himself. Well, that explained a bit. Particularly the part about the drugs. If these people were a company that focused on that sort of thing, it was no wonder that they got people there through what seemed to be chain mail. Not many would go by choice. However, then something was said that almost surprised him. He could leave whenever he felt like it. Yet, it was only him in particular. Now, why was that? What separated him from the rest of the people there? Well...He'd arrived late, for one. Perhaps it was something that happened in that time that set him apart. Most apparent thing being the knife game. "If she saved their lives with the knife...Did she also trap them here? By that logic, would i be in danger if i stay?" He asked Alex.

If that were the case, he began to wonder if he really wanted to stay here. After all, there was really no harm in leaving if they were even offering to drive him home. After a bit, he came to an answer. Of course he wanted to stay. Things were just starting to get interesting. If he could see this thing through to the end, it might make a good story to tell people at later times. He laughed in the face of danger! Ahahah! ...Wow he was glad he didn't say that out loud. He'd be getting even more weird looks than he usually did. That would have been awkward.

Beuce was fairly surprised when he entered the room. The damage to it was obvious, and there was no question some aside from the old wizard had been there. There was a trail of ink on the floor, but he didn't bother following it. Instead, he walked up to approach the throne of the room. In it sat what appeared to be a statue. However, Beuce knew full well it was no statue. It was the master himself, turned to stone as though a gorgon had placed its spell on him. However, the most peculiar thing about it was that he was smiling, as though taunting the uninvited guest. 'The room is utterly destroyed. It looks as though Yen Sid didn't even get out of his chair, so a struggle is unlikely. If it wasn't caused by a fight...then the likelihood is that they were searching for something.' Beuce said, thoughts racing in his mind. He couldn't figure out why he was smiling if someone had turned him to stone to stop him from interfering with their search. Unless...

"There is no killer..." He said under his breath. "He did it himself." He concluded. They were looking for something, and he could tell them where it was. So, he wouldn't let them get the secret from him. 'It's not impossible if he's the skilled wizard people make him out to be. There comes a point where you transcend the need for spells in general. With concentration, you can achieve nearly any desired effect. Obviously the more outrageous the effect, the more it takes to pull off. Something like "I now rule all worlds" would be borderline impossible, but a single, isolated effect like turning an object to a different material. Especially if the object doesn't resist. In outright combat, regular spells are often more effective as it takes immense concentration to pull of something without a catalyst to focus that specific effect, or a spell. Still though, reaching that point pretty much dubs you as a grandmaster of magic. Not many are capable of standing against you at that point.' Beuce said in his head, trying to deduce the situation. "But if he reached that point, then what kind of monstrous power could the intruder have to make it so he couldn't simply fend him off..." He didn't want to think about such an intimidating person existing, although he likely knew roughly who it was. At least, in concept.

"If we're fighting the apprentices...Who's the master?" This was the first thing he'd actually said out loud rather than under his breath or in his head, so most wouldn't have heard much before that. However, he didn't get a chance to get a response before drama started to break out. Karina had insulted Glen for assuming the first thing they saw was the killed, and it being a mouse no less. He responded with harsh words. As he spoke them, he knew exactly how Karina would reaction to them. Tears began to flood her eyes as she yelled that she couldn't go back to her homeworld, lest her father kill her for it. Kel offered to let her stay on his homeworld. He wished he could make the same offer, but he too had no homeworld he could return to, although for a very different reason. Not so much that it was a forbidden zone which would be his death to return to, so much that if he did go to it, he'd find that it wasn't there at all. There was no point in getting angry about it. The man responsible was already dead.

"Where does he get off calling you useless? He did next to nothing the whole fight! You did your job and half again." He said, speaking to Karina, but not looking directly at her, but instead the mirror. He looked down at the crying girl on the floor. He knew what it was like to have nothing to go back to, and honestly felt sorry for her. Although, her situation was likely worse than his. She must feel betrayed. Her own family is the reason she can't go back, and her world still exists, as though sitting and taunting her that she could never go back. "I know words might not help much to ease the sting, but they're right. Come on, I'm pretty sure i have a promise to keep." He said sincerely, offering her his left hand. He gave a smile, ready to help the girl back onto her feet and walk through the mirror with her. She'd survived the fight, so on the other side, whatever awaited, he'd tell her the meaning behind those words. 'Because we're the same!'

^

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Azra quickly raised his sheathed sword upward to deflect the strike. The sound of wood against metal rang out as the two weapons collided. He brought his weapon to the side, parrying her second blow. She was fast, not leaving much room for counterattacks. If it weren't for the fact that duels were often pure swordsmanship, he likely would've used some light magic to overtake her. However, he was a man of honor, and would not use underhanded tactics to win this duel. Swinging his sword in a low upward arc, he attempted to hit it against her chest. Relentlessly he spun around, performing a horizontal swing.
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India chuckled under his breath as the two fought while following him to a local cafe. It didn't take long to get there, it wasn't far from his home. Upon arriving there, he heard sounds of combat and curiously looked to see what was going on. He wasn't surprised to see that one of the combatants was his own brother, facing down some woman in what appeared to be a duel of swordsmanship. Taking a seat at a table with three chairs, he picked up a menu, ordered his food, and watched the fight, knowing it was likely Azra would be the victor.

The next to grab the X-blade was one that made many shudder at the mere thought of what he might be capable of when given near omnipotence. He took hold of the weapon, immediately gaining the power. He was about to take a bite out of the agents like Scruff Mcgruff took a bite out of crime. There were so many ways he could do this. To start off with, no super move would be complete without one. With a wave of his hand, a glowing rainbow orb the roughly the size of his chest spawned as the audience they apparently had let out a gasp as though it were the most surprising thing ever. With a swing of the weapon, the orb shattered and transferred it's rainbow light to him. Upon pressing the special button whilst standing still, Beuce began his super move.

He knelt down, planting the X-blade in the ground in front of him. He began to utter a chant that sounded strangely familiar. Odd, considering it was a totally original thing and not stolen and altered in the slightest. You people are crazy.

"I am the key of my board."
Alright fine, so it's a reference too. Sue me. (Note: do not actually sue me. I need that money i don't have.)
"Memes are my body, references are my blood."
"I have created over a thousand posts"
Shut up yes i have.
"Unknown to friends, nor known to light"
"Have abandoned sleep to join many RPs"
"Yet still not as many as mok."
By this point in the chant, power was literally pouring off of Beuce. He radiated with a glowing red aura which spiraled around him.
"So let us role-play! Unlimited Beuce Works!"

With the last line of the chant spoken, the energy burst fourth from around him, enveloping the entire area in a blinding light. When the light cleared, even the agents themselves looked around, trying to find some noticeable change. None could be found. At first, it appeared as though the light had done nothing and was merely for show. Knowing Beuce, that wouldn't have been out of the question, but it was far from the truth. A loud thud was heard from seemingly nowhere. Another a moment later.

"Knock kno-"
"NO! I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS!"
The voice of Beuce was heard echoing from nowhere. A massive crack appeared in the sky, as though the very fabric of existence itself were falling apart. Best case scenario, it did what Beuce had planned. Worst case, some girl's head turned into a turnip and they all woke up as power puff girls. As it turned out, the prior was true. The crack soon spread and the sky itself shattered, turning into a tear. Out of it poured the nightmare of anyone who wanted something sane to happen.
"Chaos! Omega! I hope you're ready for this! You should know, Destiny is Destiny, and yours is to get your ass kicked right here!"

Spoiler: Enter

Down from the sky they came. It was Beuce, all of them were. From beyond the fourth wall came every version of the man to have ever been in anything. They were all there. Aion Beuce, KHRPG Beuce (Man was that one going to kick ass with the power of crappy writing), Storm of Fate Beuce, Bloodlust Beuce, Even Beuce from accounti-

"AHHHHHHHH- *splat*"
Er....Maaaybe not that last one. But yeah they were all here!
"Holy ****, he was killed by that! People die when they're killed!"
"....What the hell are you talking about? People never die when they're killed." Corrected the original Beuce before pointing the attention of the one that spoke up toward Karina, Gexln, and like basically everyone.
"See those people? most of them were killed at some point. Do they look dead?"
"No."
"No."

"Alright Beuce. We're here. Now, how do we beat the agents?" Asked one of the Beuces
"......Uh..."
"You don't have a plan do you?" Continued another.

"Well, We i'd say we could go super saiyan but that would take 20 pages..."
"Oh! We should take the agents...And push them somewhere else!"
"We'll save that for a backup."
"We could summon captain planet!"
"But R's already here."
"oh yeah...Uh..."
While the mass of Beuces pondered on how exactly to go about battling the agents of Kingdom Hearts, the two beings simply stared at them. It seemed not even they could fully comprehend the sheer level of stupidity that was going on before them. They looked at each other, then back to the Beuce army. They were brought back to reality as one of the Beuce stepped to the head of the army.

"Chaos! Omega! It ends here, for i challenge you to a duel!" Yelled Beuce as he drew out a silver and blue disc and placed it on his arm, then put a deck of brown cards into a slot on it. After a long children's card game with the two agents, Beuce emerged victorious. However, the agents realized that the outcome of a card game meant literally nothing and proceeded to vaporize that particular Beuce.

"No! Beuce! You've crossed the line, agents! I swore i'd never let a party member's HP hit zero...Enough talking! We're going to have a damn fight scene!"
"I always thought those were the same thing..."

The army decided rather than having a plan, they were just going to charge the agents and, with probably an absolute assload of god modding, Leroy Jenkins them to death. They all let out various battle cries while charging at them.
"FOR NARNIA!"
"BLOOD FOR NOXUS!"
"JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!"
Since they were all battle cries, for each one the army's strength and magic was increased by 15%. Adding up to at the very least 9001. Now was when the battle truly began. Mostly because it was anime logic that the antagonists always just sit there and let the hero use their most powerful move, but still, this is where the battle truly began!

To start off with, the MMO Beuces grouped together. Rift Beuce died rather quickly due to never having been leveled up, the others were putting up a decent fight. At the head of it was the dragonfable Beuce, who wielded a dual sided blade and a wall shield. Slamming his shield into the ground, a massive dragon head of darkness appeared over him, increasing his defensive stats. He proceeded to throw various other elemental attacks at the agents, applying them with DoTs.

Meanwhile, Aion Beuce was laying into them with incredible burst damage. He floated into the air and began to spin. He was flexing his abilities as a sorcerer to their fullest potential. Two sigils of wind appeared spiraling on either side of him. He sent them flying forward as they collided with Omega, dealing immense damage. I mean, since they were like superbosses, it only nicked their HP bar, but still. Omega attempted to counter this by firing its enormous planet busting laser. The energy burst struck the ground where Aion Beuce stood, but when the smoke cleared, he was perfectly unharmed, and standing on a small pillar of ground in the center of the crater the attack had made. An incredibly powerful barrier, which came at the cost of him being stunned while using, had protected him.

The RP Beuces were the next to make their assault. If there was one thing they did well, it was god mod. Bloodlust Beuce heated up his body to levels hot enough to at least toast a marshmallow. Probably also char most things around him, but it could toast a marshmallow, and that's what was important.

The KH RPG Beuce stepped forward, one of his eyes glowing red with the power of lazy plot abilities, and it could do most things. So, he shot a laser out of it. How was he able to just shoot a laser out of his eye? WHY CAN ANY OF THIS STUFF SHOOT A LASER? YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO QUESTION IT WHEN YOU CAN TELL ME THAT!

The combined forces of the Beuces seemed to be doing the trick, but then Omega decided that they needed an army of their own. From its body poured a massive amount of what seemed to be creatures made of crystal. Each one was a powerful creature in and of itself, probably at least warranting mini-boss status. And since they were rather large, no, that was not a short joke. The army of Beuces began to attempt to take out the crystals while the others fought. As per the rules of the battle, at the end, the Beuce holding the X-blade passed it off to someone else, allowing them to have their moment of badassery.

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Quinn listened to what she was saying. It was no surprise she didn't exactly trust him. However, what she said surprised him quite a bit. So...That was the rumor. "A slave trade? If that really is going on, it makes sense why they'd order a force wide search to find you and keep it from getting out. Listen, a claim like that, true or not, will get you in deep trouble. If what you're saying is true, then you can't just go around yelling it without something to back it up. Listen, i know you don't trust me, but if there really is a slave trade happening in the special forces, that can't be allowed to continue. But, i can't just take your word for it either. If you can manage to get some kind of proof that your claim is true, i'll do everything i can to help you." Quinn said to the girl, hoping she would at least believe that it wasn't some kind of trick to apprehend her. She probably knew as well as he did that if he tried to take her by force, he'd succeed. He was one of the best CQC specialists there were, and she was a teenage girl. A trained one, but the likelyhood was that he could win the fight without too much difficulty.

Looking over to the side, he saw a group of three people staring in their direction. One of them looked like she ought to have hearts floating above her head and be wearing merchandise with his face on it given her expression. Dear god...It was a fangirl. Looking at their persons, he found that each of them were carrying a weapon. Likely they were from the academy, maybe early special forces, and had come to arrest Mila under orders. "Look. I'll get you out of this once. After that, you're on your own. If you can find proof that your story is true, call here. it's my personal number." He said, handing her a card in hopes she wouldn't just immediately throw it away ten minutes from now. Even if she did, if she started another riot, he'd be there. Hopefully she was intelligent enough to realize that event if it wasn't him she came to with the evidence, she needed evidence nonetheless. Standing, Quinn gave an internal sigh. Fans...He always hated his job. A large part of it was because he hated attention. This was the worst part of that. He walked over to the trio. "You three. Are you from the academy?"

India raised an eyebrow as she pulled out the device, telling him that he had instructed her to come there. He didn't recall doing that. There was a possibility he had simply forgotten about it, however unlikely it may be. He decided not to pursue to subject and simply let it drop. He took the device and glanced over it, and immediately he knew what was wrong with it. "Well, you're lucky you came to me. I shouldn't be long." Placing it on the desk, he picked up his screwdriver and readied it. With his other hand, he summoned up bolts of blue electricity as though he were about to perform an incredibly delicate procedure on the device. He made a concentrated face for a moment and finally fixed the device. He put his finger on the switch, turned it off, then turning it back on. Immediately the device powered up. Placing the screwdriver over it, the simple tool began to float with the anti-gravity device.

"I believe that should fix your problems. If you have any further trouble with the device, let me know and i'll fix it free of charge. I guarantee quality with my work." He said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. He handed her back the device with a smug look on his face. That was when Dain began talking about how she looked harmless, only being armed with a tooth pick and 'lady boner'. Well, that was one way of putting it. He was decent as reading people, so it wasn't exactly difficult to tell that she had some attraction to him. However, he didn't say anything in response to it. He'd leave that up to them. Dain seemed to be having fun teasing her. He stood, grabbed the munny pouch, and walked to the door. "Dain, you wanted to get something to eat when we got some munny correct? Well, we've got it. Renna, you're welcome to come along if you like." He invited her for two reasons. First, her destroyed ego would need some tending to. Second, the first reason was made pointless by the fact he was somewhat enjoying the banter between Dain and Renna, which would result in her ego being further ruined.

India sat in a chair, very into his work. A lamp shed a dim yellow light over his desk so he could see what he was doing. He didn't even begin to turn around as Dain said to 'draw him like one of his french girls'. He knew the man well enough to know he was only trying to get a reaction out of him. Then he suggested they go out and mug people for their money so that they might be able to buy something that could pass for edible. Not want to leave his project nearly finished and just walk away, he opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a sandwich wrapped in foil which he had been saving for his lunch and tossed it over his shoulder to Dain.


"That ought to tide you over for the moment. Besides, I'm nearly finished. Then I'll accompany you on all the pillaging you like. Not that it'd stop you if i stayed here." He commented, picking up a screwdriver and tinkering with something while looking back and forth between it and the book he'd been reading on the concept of the device. The device itself was an established concept, but he was making adjustments to it to suit his own individualized style of it. That was when a more feminine voice rang through the air. It began nagging Dain to fix the food problem himself, as he had been the one to eat all of it. It was more or less true. India didn't eat much. Mostly just what was required to survive. If Dain hadn't been visiting his home so often, he either would've had a lower base food supply due to not buying more, or the food he did have would've gone bad from him not eating it.

Not turning around to see the source of the small thud, he began tightening in the last screw. The girl named Renna leaned over his shoulder and asked what he was doing. "Well, i'll show you in just a moment...There we are." He said, finishing tightening it in. He set down the screwdriver and picked up what appeared to be a small disk about the size of his palm. Pressing the center of it with his thumb, three blades sharply sprung out, curving around it in a circular motion. "If you're unfamiliar with this design of weapon, it's called a Glaive. It's generally a thrown weapon, akin to a bladed boomerang. However, i've made a few adjustments to this particular model of it." Summoning up some of his magical energy, blue sparks of electricity emitted from his fingers, tracing along the blade and arcing outward in many directions shortly before being drawn into the blades, giving them a dim glow of the same hue. Small sparks appeared on the blade occasionally and ran to the edge before fading one more. "You see, i designed this to work especially well with electricity based magic. It draws in the energy from it, serving multiple purposes. First, by manipulating the flow of the current, i can theoretically manipulate the path it takes in mid flight. The severity of the path change has yet to be tested though. Second, it can conduct my magic, and act as a catalyst from a distance to increase the range of a bolt of lightning, even causing it to disperse into a small area of effect around it if i desire. And lastly, i could absorb the energy it's taken in to act as a reserve mana supply. I'd suggest this to remedy your...Predicament, but i'm afraid with any element aside from thunder it wouldn't work overly well."


Finishing his explanation as to how the weapon worked, he turned his chair around to face the girl who had inquired about his work. "Now then, i believe it's my turn to ask you a question. How do you know where i live?" He asked calmly. He had seen the girl before around the town and knew her name, even spoken to her on occasion, but he wasn't overly acquainted with her. Certainly not enough to invite her into his workshop. He was just collected enough to not get upset over a to an extent unfamiliar person entering his domain. On the off chance she was hostile, he felt he could handle himself. and if not, Dain was right there. He was the muscle of the two. He'd never let him take a beating before, and he didn't imagine that he'd start now. He quickly glanced her person up and down to see if she had any weapons on her. She wore a dagger on her belt, but that wasn't uncommon to carry for self defense. For the most part, the world was a safe place, but one could never be too careful. He looked her in the eye with an unreadable expression, awaiting her response. ​

Sitting at the table outside of the local ungodly overpriced coffee shop, Azra sipped his drink. It was quiet. Well, until someone approach him anyway. They were a loud and boisterous woman, immediately challenging him to a duel. A small smirk appeared on his face as he put down his drink and took up his sword. The sheath was still on, held onto it by a mechanism, undone by a small switch near the handle. "I accept your challenge, Maiden of the blade!" He said, standing from his seat. He had never been one to turn down a friendly challenge, and he saw no reason to deny her the right to a test of skill between them. "I give you the honor of the first strike." ​