The Out Of World
Lichte's Brain
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〈 BlazBlue: Causality Reload 〉
Many cycles, all alike in dignity,
In fair Kagutsuchi, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the wheel of fate spring these foes,
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,
Whose grim destiny once again overthrows,
Do with their union bring the world strife.
Their fearful passage the Earth behooves,
And continuance of bloodstained rage,
Which, but a successor's eyes, nought could remove,
Is now the many hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient souls attend,
What here repeats, our toil shall strive to end.
Many cycles, all alike in dignity,
In fair Kagutsuchi, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the wheel of fate spring these foes,
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,
Whose grim destiny once again overthrows,
Do with their union bring the world strife.
Their fearful passage the Earth behooves,
And continuance of bloodstained rage,
Which, but a successor's eyes, nought could remove,
Is now the many hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient souls attend,
What here repeats, our toil shall strive to end.
The thirteenth Boundary Interface Prime Field Device, Nu-13, blearily opens her eyes and awakens to a familiar sight; her surroundings are a brilliantly glowing blue canvas, the world of the Azure.
The Boundary.
She slowly floats and waver with the currents in this blue abyss of life and time, reflecting on her situation. Something here is definitely not as it should be. The voice of a man faintly echoes from somewhere in the distance, calling out to her.
The Boundary.
She slowly floats and waver with the currents in this blue abyss of life and time, reflecting on her situation. Something here is definitely not as it should be. The voice of a man faintly echoes from somewhere in the distance, calling out to her.
"......ization….almo……..ete…"
The monorail car rumbles as it decelerates, entering the station at a more sedate pace. Reynolds Pushstroller recently learned from one of his contacts in the bounty hunting business that whispers of a big bounty purportedly heading toward the 13th Hierarchical City have been going around. Intent on bringing the target in and claiming the reward, he hopped on the first monorail to Kagutsuchi as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
The intense vibrations of the car cause his suitcase, the only piece of his admittedly light luggage, to tumble over onto the floor from the overhead compartment.
As the tram comes to a complete stop with a pneumatic hiss, the doors slide open to reveal the breathtaking view of the city's port, currently empty of any private or government airships. Reynolds advances further into the port's check-in office, where he encounters an appointed customs official sitting at a desk behind a glass window.
"Identification, please. If you've got any weapons with you, show me your carrier license and registration." He says in a lethargic drawl.
The monorail car slows down with a thunderous groan as it pulls into the station; the engineers who run maintenance on these things should seriously fix the braking Ars on it...or not. A good monorail car crash would certainly relieve Kazuya's boredom. The entire ride had been monotonous for the Bargain Hunter, who had hopped on a train in hopes of tracking down and killing a supposedly tough mark that was rumored to be on the road to Kagutsuchi. Kazuya decided it would be best to ambush his target at his or her destination, then delight in the experience of severing the thin thread of its life.
He brought on his trip only the tools of the trade: a vast assortment of chains and knives, the former hanging on his leather jacket while the latter remained concealed beneath.
As the tram comes to a complete stop with a pneumatic hiss, the doors slide open and display the city's port, currently empty of any private or government airships. Over by the check-in office, a man in a purple suit and white bowler hat is chatting with a customs official.Arina Miriha treads across the gigantic Bascule Bridge of Area 21, which connects Kagutsuchi's outskirts to the city proper. The place is abuzz with activity, countless people hurrying hither and tither as they go about their lives.
Her original mission from Sector Seven's hierarchy was simple, but vague. Ragna the Bloodedge, the wielder of the Azure Grimoire, was recently sighted in the area. If the Grim Reaper's rep sheet of destroyed NOL branches was anything to go by, he was guaranteed to visit Kagutsuchi for another attack on the Library. Arina was given marching orders to embark for the 13th Hierarchical City and prepare for the arrival of the Bloodedge, apprehend him and retrieve the Azure Grimoire for Sector Seven.
Then command radioed in with additional orders. A highly valuable asset had escaped from one of their laboratories, and was likely moving in pursuit of the Grim Reaper as well. Alongside seizing the Azure Grimoire, she was assigned to locate and observe the asset from a distance, never engaging it in direct combat. From what little information command supplied, the asset was incredibly dangerous and could easily kill terminate her if confronted.
Blaze needed to get this job done right. She couldn't afford to fail again.
Endo Resu wanders the streets of Orient Town and gazes at the surge of the activity demonstrated by Area 19's residents. New Years' Eve is right around the corner, the time when the people of this town engage in the greatest celebration of the whole year.
With all these folks running about, the itinerant monk wonders if he will find people in need of his wisdom...or at least a good drink.
Rumors of a prized bounty with a hefty sum on their head traveling toward Kagutsuchi have been circulating as of late. Perhaps this is his ticket to getting rich?
The monk sits beneath a lamppost to meditate on his next course of action, his straw hat sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd.
Business has been slow for Alexander Lucken lately. Few clients have approached him to commission his particular services. The last few week have held nothing but the usual hum of activity in preparation for the holiday season. To alleviate his boredom, the Onepunch Killer has gone on a stroll through Area 5's port to pass the time and get some fresh air. Leaning against a guardrail, he sees the port itself is barren except for two men coming in to the monorail check-in station.
The overcast sky is growing dark; rain is coming soon. Down the street, a police officer is putting flyers of some sort on a building wall.
Ragna the Bloodedge paces over the old forest road, thick vegetation sprawling over the edges of the heavily cracked pavement. This is one of the many vestiges of the road systems from the days before the Dark War, when people could still rely on transportation at low elevations to move between cities.
He has been traveling on foot for so very long now. The 13th Hierarchical City, Kagutsuchi, lies in the distance. If his estimations are correct, he should arrive by dawn tomorrow...and then he'll be free to destroy the Cauldron that no doubt lies beneath the city's NOL branch building, like so many others before it.
From the dense undergrowth a pair of seithrhounds, animals long since twisted and warped by the lingering taint left in the environment by the Black Beast's rampage some nine decades ago, emerge with a ferocious snarl. The black and red canines raise draw closer, hackles raised and preparing to pounce.
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