Conference Call: Redhead Redemption

Conference Call: Redhead Redemption
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Five redheads meet in a node. Moderator says "Welcome to the node! I hope we can work together to build a more coherent multiverse!"

Node 1127
Anonymous User: Why the long face?


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Prologue
Conference Call: Redhead Redemption


About this fic:
Can you provide a synopsis?
Five people from across a vast multiverse are connected through a 'Node' -- a telepathic hub allowing them to exchange messages in real-time -- and must work together to face the coming challenges.

There is absolutely no time-travel. But there are jokes, alternate universes, and a lot of characters.

This concept looks kinda familiar...
It sure is! Both this fic's premise and this introductory section are taken straight from one of @Pachycephalosaur's fics: Conference Call, the original! I'm honored that they've given me their blessing to write this fic, and I hope to live up to whatever expectations they may have.

Do I have to be familiar with (x)?
The original Conference Call was written with the assumption that any given audience member was unfamiliar with at least three of the settings. While I would love to aspire to this level of accessibility, I'm pretty sure I'm too shitty of a writer to realistically pull that off. Nonetheless, I'll do my best to exposit and explain anything that might be unfamiliar to a reader. If anything needs clarification or is poorly explained, I'll be more than happy to correct and edit as necessary.

Part of my mission here is to introduce people to stories I love. However, I'm also not going to be shying away from spoilers, especially in the twist-heaviest works. Proceed at your own risk.

Story (x) has me curious! Can you explain it?
Sure thing!
Worm is a web-serial about a bullied teenage girl with the power to control bugs, and her conflicts with superpowered foes. The story is very dark and doesn't hold its punches often, with a unique power system and deep setting. The setting is being represented by a redhead.
RWBY is a web series about a quartet of girls who train using elaborate weaponry and unique superpowers to fight monsters in a school setting. The story starts off lightly, but takes a darker turn partway through its run, with a focus on fight animation. The setting is being represented by a redhead.
Limbus Company is a video game about an amnesiac with a clock for a head, and the dysfunctional group of twelve that ostensibly work under them. The setting is very dark and rarely pulls its punches, with a heavy focus on trauma and literary references. The setting is being represented by a redhead.
Undertale is a video game about a child that falls into a world of wonder and monsters that want to claim their soul. While the tone is usually fairly light, it can be surprisingly horrifying in certain situations. The setting is being represented by a redhead.
Puella Magi Madoka Magica is a magical girl anime that aims to deconstruct the genre. Despite its cutesy look, the series is quite dark, and does not hesitate to kill off its main cast. The setting is being represented by a redhead.

Explain what this is?
Conference Call is an experimental crossover fanwork utilizing multiple settings and viewpoint characters. It's hosted on Spacebattles, SufficientVelocity, and Archive of Our Own (at some point, once I figure out how to color text in there I figured it out!). It also utilizes their native 'Threadmark' tools for easy reading. Click the 'Threadmarks' button in the bottom right for the table of contents.

What's up with the word count?
Text in quote boxes is not counted towards the length of the story. I don't keep track of the actual count. At the time of writing it's...probably shorter than the wordcount would indicate.

Absolutely nothing. Thank you, @Masterweaver, for the idea to use "Fieldset" to format the chatlogs!

Where's the story start?
Right here:

Node 1127
Node 1127 has opened!

ModScarlet: Let's try this.
ModScarlet: One at a time.
ModScarlet: /inviteFromRandom

Running Queue Search…
Anonymous User found
Anonymous User invited to node (+15.5%)

ModScarlet: Oh… that's a little high.
ModScarlet: Maybe I shouldn't be relying on random searching.
ModScarlet: Shoot, how do I cap usage?
ModScarlet: /help

A subject catalog has been opened in your head! Please use 'help (subject name)' to read an entry.

ModScarlet: Okay. I think…
ModScarlet: /help close
ModScarlet: /admin CoreLock .90

Systems capped at 90% Core usage
For a full list of enabled/disabled features, do '/node services'

ModScarlet: That should ward off most problems.
ModScarlet: Another…?
ModScarlet: /inviteFromRandom

Running Queue Search…
Anonymous User found
Anonymous User invited to node (+6.9%)

ModScarlet: I can work with that.
ModScarlet: /inviteFromRandom

Running Queue Search…
Anonymous User found
Anonymous User invited to node (+9.4%)

ModScarlet: /inviteFromRandom

Running Queue Search…
Anonymous User found
Anonymous User invited to node (+7.7%)

ModScarlet: Okay, that's still fine. Mostly.
ModScarlet: One more.
ModScarlet: /inviteFromRandom

Running Queue Search…
Anonymous User found
Anonymous User invited to node (+8.3%)

ModScarlet: What are we at?
ModScarlet: /node status 1

Systems stable
Core at 89.5% ~
Node Population: 6
User Count: 5
Realm Count: 4
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ModScarlet: Okay, that last one was risky. If establishing the connection had been any costlier…
ModScarlet: Oh, right! Translation.
ModScarlet: /RunTransServ

Translation Service activated (+4.1%)
1 service locked (-6.0%)
Systems capped at 90% Core usage
For a full list of enabled/disabled features, do '/node services'

ModScarlet: Oh, I cannot do math.
ModScarlet: That's… unfortunate. But the main system should still be up. Most of the core functions still seem to be accessible.
ModScarlet: We'll make do.
ModScarlet: What else…
ModScarlet: Ah. I should probably have some way of differentiating users.
ModScarlet: Having everyone be the same brand of anonymous seems potentially problematic.
ModScarlet: Setting usernames with real names could be a little intrusive, though.
ModScarlet: Something relatively arbitrary instead.
ModScarlet: …Hair color? Sure. Assuming everyone has hair may be a bit of a stretch, but I could fix it later.
ModScarlet: Probably.
ModScarlet: Frankly, it might be possible that color doesn't exist in one of these realms. Not the strangest thing I've ever heard of… no point stressing about it.
ModScarlet: This'll take a minute.
ModScarlet: /hairThing

Opened temporary work channel 'Hair Thing'
Generating messages…
Messages generated!
Posting messages to 'Hair Thing'...
Messages posted!

ModScarlet: Lets see what we've got.
ModScarlet: /NodeCoreUsage

Chat OS: 3%
Translation Service: 4.1%
Anonymous User: 15.5%
Anonymous User: 6.9%
Anonymous User: 9.4%
Anonymous User: 7.7%
Anonymous User: 8.3%
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ModScarlet: Uh.
ModScarlet: Did I code something incorrectly?
ModScarlet: They shouldn't all be shades of red.
Anonymous User has joined the node!
ModScarlet: Oh no. Oh crud. I'm not ready!
ModScarlet: What's the spiel again?
ModScarlet: Welcome to the node! I hope we can work together to build a more coherent multiverse!
 
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Chapter 1: DAN dan dadan dan-dan DAN dan dadan dad-dan

Chapter 1: DAN dan dadan dan-dan DAN dan dadan dad-dan


[You have been invited to join Node1127. Do you accept?]

"NGAAAAAAH!!! What IS this? SHOW YOURSELF!"

Undyne stared daggers into the reeds and flowers of Waterfall. Back and forth she looked, searching for her solicitor, a blue spear of pure magic manifesting in her hand.

But nobody came.

"Who's there? What kind of mental magics are you using? How DARE you use them on the Captain of the Royal Guard?"

Not only did no one come, there was, in fact, nobody there. No one except for her.

"Grrrrr… This is some kind of prank," the fish-monster muttered to herself. "Or… one of Alphys's inventions? No. She would've told me. Wouldn't test it on me without my permission."

Undyne turned towards Alphys's lab nonetheless, figuring she'd cancel her patrol early. Then had a thought, mid-turn. Then froze, mid-thought.

Could it be coming from outside the Underground?

Could it be… a human?

In the anime that Alphys had watched with her, the humans… some of them had the ability to control minds! Was this some sort of telepathic probe? A preemptive strike, for when the Monsters inevitably claimed seven human SOULs and used their power to declare war on the Surface? Those cowards!

Well, Undyne wouldn't back down from a challenge! Screw that! Screw whoever this was! She was going to get down to the bottom of this!

"Whoever you are, I'm coming for you!" Undyne roared.

[Connection established.]





"Hey, Yuri, can you handle this report for me?"

The woman speaking was named Aya. She may have cut a neat and confident image in her rumpled blue jacket, white hair framing a face with ever-closed eyes and an ever-clever smile. In the grand hierarchy of the City, however, she was nothing. Less than a spot of dust. Below even the lowest rung on the latter. She worked as a Fixer, hired to solve any and all sorts of problems. But in a world where even Fixers of the highest grade, Grade 1, died like such trash, this person was a mere Grade 8. She was barely qualified to enter combat, and would struggle in a battle against the weakest of the weak.

But even these stories are worth telling, wouldn't you say? Even the likes of Rats, scraping and clawing for scraps, are humans.

"Right!... Though, I didn't do much on that request, I don't think? Wouldn't Hopkins do a better job?"

The child responding was named Yuri. A bandage across her eye marked one that had lost its place forever. A similar outfit, in red rather than blue, marked her as a member of the same Fixer Office as Aya. As it should. They may have been a similar age, but the woman was her senior. The Office itself was a homely one, with little prestige or capability. But it had low hiring standards and did not conduct background checks. This was the reason several Fixers had found a place there.

"Oh, surely~ But you could use the experience, I think. These forms are common in Fixer work. You will need to know how to fill these eventually!"

The woman did not lie. But she had ulterior motives she did not voice.

"Oh… Okay. I'll do my best!"

The child would. It was what she had always done.

The work went smoothly. The child lacked experience in this field, but had no shortage of dedication. And paperwork was paperwork. Her senior guided her when she stumbled and explained lines that were confusing.

Partway through came an interruption.

"Aya… do you hear a voice?"

It was the invitation to join Node 1127. Only the child called Yuri could hear it.

"Do I? I can't say I do. If you're hearing things, maybe you ought to get some rest? Go on, I won't mind. You always seem so tired."

It was an accurate observation. Even when fully rested, the child's exhaustion was always plainly evident. Her posture was crooked. A slumped back that let her hair trail forward most of the time. Upon her shoulders was a weight that could not be seen, one she carried at all moments of the day. The weight of the fallen, of lingering will, and of the crushing guilt that came with.

"...You're right. I'll take ten."

Ten minutes was the standard break time at her old place of work: Lobotomy Corporation.

"You can go a little longer than that. Don't worry, I won't let Hopkins yell at you~"

She would fail.

"Thanks… Aya. But I'll be back soon."

As the child went off to rest her eyes, she had an errant thought, propelled by curiosity. She wanted to know what was going on with the strange voice she'd heard. An invitation? What was a 'Node'? Was it dangerous? Rumors abounded of megacorporations conducting strange experiments on random passersby. Was this one of them? She didn't think she'd imagined it.

I want to know… what that was about.

[Connection established.]





[You have been invited to join Node1127. Do you accept?]

The thought made Pyrrha stumble. It had come nearly out of nowhere. Not her own. Not natural.

And not the best timing. Her lapse in concentration gave Cardin Winchester, her only remaining opponent, the time necessary to regain his footing. Even the time to wind back, swing. His heavy mace was backed by prodigious brute strength, and would do serious damage if it connected. His missed blows had left craters all across the arena.

But they didn't call her the Invincible Girl for nothing. She had not become the so-called 'pride of Mistral' by failing to single slip-ups. And Cardin, while no pushover, was also far from the strongest she'd fought. His precision and speed… she hated to put down her classmates, but there was no getting around it. He was lacking. He fancied himself a lumbering Goliath, but he did not have anywhere near the power or durability of the legendary Grimm.

Pyrrha Nikos pivoted. Weight, partially shifted to her back foot. Her shield raised to meet Cardin's mace, denying him momentum, leverage. And her sword elongated into its javelin form, complimenting her forward thrust into her opponent's chest. The armored boy staggered back, barely connecting with her defense. Open.

Advantage reclaimed, Pyrrha. Her course of action was clear as day.

An upwards slash denied Cardin footing, sending him into the air. A flurry of piercings pushed him further as Pyrrha joined him in midair, discarding her shield for extra speed, extra power. Cardin was helpless to stop her. His Aura protected him from physical harm, but rapidly depleted as it absorbed the force of a whirlwind from Pyrrha's assault. A final flip, a grab, and a downward plummet slammed Cardin's head against the stone floor below. His Aura decreased to unacceptable levels.

That was that.

"And that's the match. Well done, Miss Nikos. You should have no problem qualifying for the tournament."

The tournament. Or, as it was more commonly known, the Vytal Festival. The most publicized event on Remnant, broadcasted all across the world, where the best and brightest from the four Huntsmen Academies competed to become the champions. These weren't new words to her, but she felt a blush of pride at them all the same. Pyrrha may have been one of the strongest, if not the strongest student at Beacon Academy, but Professor Glynda Goodwitch was yet beyond her, holding the titles of veteran Huntress and teacher of generations of students. A compliment from her was worth its weight in gold.

Pyrrha moved to thank her, opening her mouth to say the words.

[You have been invited to join Node1127. Do you accept?]

…Only to be distracted. That thought again. Once could have been a feverish delusion, an exceptionally esoteric daydream. Twice was a pattern.

So Pyrrha Nikos kept her mouth shut and thought about it, putting a slightly empty smile on her face as Professor Goodwitch selected partners for another spar. Most likely, this was being caused by someone's Semblance. Perhaps Fox Alistair, of Team CFVY (Coffee)? The upperclassman's Semblance was Telepathy, as his team's leader had told her once. The power specific to him let him send mental messages to people of his choosing, though the details were not known to her. And he was somewhat known for enjoying a good prank. Though… this seemed a little strangely specific to be a prank. And frankly, possibly even a little mean-spirited. To send her such a message while in the middle of a spar, uncaring that it may distract her? She admittedly didn't know him well, but she liked to think he would not do such a thing unless she had offended him somehow. She made a mental note to ask nonetheless.

One of the transfer students from Haven Academy brought her attention back to the present. A boy with sharp gray hair that partially covered his face, requesting a spar with her. Normally, Pyrrha would be happy to engage him. But this strange node invitation had her worried, especially as it dinged her again with a:

[You have been invited to join Node1127. Do you accept?]

So Pyrrha said nothing as Professor Goodwitch told off the boy, apparently named Mercury, for requesting a battle from someone that had just completed one. And Pyrrha returned to her seat in the stands to contemplate her options regarding Node 1127 as Mercury Black fought against Blake Belladonna.





When the invite came for her, Kyoko Sakura did not miss a beat. Literally. Damn her if she missed her chance at a high score on Dog Drug Reinforcement because of Kyubey. Again. No. Her feet slammed the panels of the dancing game in perfect rhythm.

[You have been invited to join Node1127. Do you accept?]

Then again, don't exactly sound like Kyubey. The white Magical Girl mascot's mental voice was completely different. More cheerful, higher pitched. Could be a fellow Magical Girl with a mind-speaking power, she supposed. She's met a few. Fought off most of them. Weird way to ask for an alliance, but she was willing to hear 'em out before she took her spear to them.

And she didn't get on the leaderboard anyway. Drat.

Well. Nothing for it. And it wasn't as if she was doing anything else this afternoon.

Sure, why not.

[Connection established.]

Node 1127
Anonymous User has joined the node!
ModScarlet: Oh no. Oh crud. I'm not ready!
ModScarlet: What's the spiel again?
ModScarlet: Welcome to the node! I hope we can work together to build a more coherent multiverse!
ModScarlet: For some context, our goal—"our" being my organization—has been attempting to bring the disparate realities of the multiverse closer together.
ModScarlet: To do this, we've been finding groups of exceptional people and, uh, shoving them in groupchat. With other functionalities.
ModScarlet: Functionalities that make it possible to bring those realities of those people closer together!
ModScarlet: …I'm botching this. Badly. I should have a much better response available. My fault, my bad.
ModScarlet: …
ModScarlet: You, ah, gonna respond?
Anonymous User has joined the node!
Anonymous User: Hell is this?
ModScarlet: Oh! Hello! I am… putting together a better explanation at this very moment!
ModScarlet: Look at the chat's history for a surface-level idea for now, okay?
ModScarlet: I'll get back to you soon, promise.
Anonymous User: What even?
Anonymous User: You a Magical Girl?
Anonymous User: Or are you a mascot, like Kyubey?
Anonymous User: Magical Girl?
Anonymous User: You don't know?
Anonymous User: Guess I shouldn't really be surprised. Lotsa people don't know about us.
Anonymous User has joined the node!
Anonymous User: Another?
Anonymous User: …Hello?
Anonymous User: This "Anonymous User" thing is getting real old… pisses me off.
Anonymous User: And the coloring's all so similar it just's giving me more of a headache.
Anonymous User: How do I stop being anonymous?
Anonymous User: I just got here…wherever here is. Who are you?
Anonymous User: Name's Kyoko Sakura. You?
Anonymous User: I'm Yuri. Just Yuri.
Anonymous User: Is ModScarlet in charge here?
Anonymous User: You know about as much as I do, I think. So… dunno.
Anonymous User: I don't take it you're a Magical Girl either.
Anonymous User: Like in the tv shows? No…
Anonymous User: Wait, are you a magical girl? A real one?
Anonymous User: Sure am. Strongest one this side of Kazamino City.
Anonymous User: Wow… I didn't know there were other Cities. Or Magical Girls.
Anonymous User: And you're the strongest?
Anonymous User: By a longshot.
Anonymous User: /name test
test: test
Anonymous User: Ah!
Anonymous User: /name Kyoko
Kyoko: Much better!
Anonymous User: /name Yuri
Kyoko: Colors are still sorta lousy, but I can deal with that.
Kyoko: Least I can figure out who's who now.
Anonymous User has joined the node!
Kyoko: Never mind.
Kyoko: Lord, I need a snack.
Kyoko: Who're you?


Actually, she could just have a snack. Kyoko'd been leaning against the DDR cabinet's railings with her eyes closed, focusing directly on the strange node that'd popped up in her head. Some sorta weird chatting thing? With an incredibly sheltered shy girl? Nah. What was it that so-called "ModScarlet" had blubbered about a multiverse? Apparently, there weren't just Magical Girls out there.

Not the point, at least not yet. Point was, she was hungry. She could have a Rocky.

munch munch

Node 1127
Yuri: …Hi.
Kyoko: Quiet type, huh.
Kyoko: Not like I care, anyway.
Kyoko: Wish that moderator would get back here and explain things!
Anonymous User: You…
Anonymous User: "Kyoko Sakura"...
Anonymous User: Kazamino City Magical Girl…
Anonymous User: And warrior of the human world.
Kyoko: What's it to ya?
Yuri: …Human world?
Anonymous User: I…
Anonymous User: …Am the Captain of the Royal Guard.
Anonymous User: I am the one that carries the hopes and dreams of all Monsterkind.
Anonymous User: My name…
Undyne: …is UNDYNE!
Undyne: PREPARE TO DIE, HUMAN!
Undyne: YOUR RECKONING IS AT HAND!


…What?

She piss her off or something?

Kyoko wasn't all too worried. If her hunch was right.

Node 1127
Kyoko: Sure, I'll bite. I won't back down from a fight.
Kyoko: You can try and fry me.
Kyoko: How?
Yuri: I'd prefer if no one fought right now… I still have no idea what's going on.
Undyne: …
Undyne: …
Undyne: …
Undyne: NGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
ModScarlet: Oh no!
ModScarlet: This is a bad time, isn't it?
 
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Chapter 2: E-MER-GEN-CY!!!

Chapter 2: E-MER-GEN-CY!!!


The child called Yuri had exceeded her self-imposed ten minute break time by a fair margin, at this point. She'd been lying on the surprisingly clean Office couch with her eyes closed, yet still able to see the strange text interface where people from other worlds continued to argue and demand explanation. A 'groupchat', as the increasingly harried "ModScarlet" once stated. She'd never heard of such a thing before. Work orders from the Manager back at Lobotomy Corporation, appeared in a similar format through a standard-issue tablet, so the functions weren't completely lost on her. But to use such a format for casual chatting—let alone through this telepathic measure… she'd never once considered it.

Node 1127
Kyoko: No duh. Now spill.
Kyoko: What's this all about?
ModScarlet: I'm on it, I'm on it.
ModScarlet: This is Node1127. A construct set outside of any one universe, meant to facilitate communication and connection between multitudes in the multiverse.
ModScarlet: Each user in this node comes from a different universe. Or, more accurately, a different cosmological context.
ModScarlet: Your context might already have its own definition of 'universe' or 'multiverse'. Those aren't relevant here.
ModScarlet: Whatever you might be thinking, this node is at least one cosmic level beyond that.
Kyoko: That makes perfect sense and doesn't sound like bullshit at all.
ModScarlet: Thanks for understanding!
Undyne: Pretty sure that was SARCASM, dumbass.
ModScarlet: Oh! Then I'm sorry that you don't understand yet! Let me continue!
Undyne: Oh my God. The moderator really is an idiot.
ModScarlet: While your universes are similar in many ways, they are also often incompatible in others.
ModScarlet: In creating Nodes just like this one, our goal is to fix that!
ModScarlet: By using the Node's functions, you will be able to blur the lines between your realities' specific rules, and subsequently build…
ModScarlet: …a more coherent multiverse!
ModScarlet: Ding! Nailed it!
Yuri: Functions?
ModScarlet: Yup! For example…
ModScarlet: /view Cores

List of available Cores:

Summoning: Extrudes Realms through each other, to allow an individual to be 'summoned' from one Realm to another. Power draw: High.

Blur (Disabled): Reduces the metaphysical boundaries between Realms, granting people the ability to share attributes such as physical health, sensory data, and powers. Power draw: High.

Realm Blur (Disabled): Area of Effect Blur service. This allows the exchange of items and resources between worlds, as well as environmental control. Power draw: Very high.

Relic Crafting: Allows the imbuement of items with some metaphysical properties tied to the Node. These can be tasks such as remotely detecting Node connections, storing a command to be used with a trigger phrase, and swap imbued items between Realms. Power draw: Medium, but only during crafting.

ModScarlet: As you can see, some of these functions are disabled. Mostly because we're running a little dry on power right now!
ModScarlet: May have been a wee bit overambitious with the amount of users for this Node.
ModScarlet: But that's fixable!
Undyne: I see.
Undyne: /summon Kyoko

Undyne is attempting to summon Kyoko. Kyoko, please do '/summon accept' or '/summon decline'.

Undyne: You asked, and Scarlet has OH SO KINDLY provided the answer!
Undyne: This node will be the vehicle of our salvation.
Undyne: Through your sacrifice, we will finally be free! We will finally have justice!
Undyne: And I, Undyne, will be the one to make it happen!
Undyne: SO FACE ME, KYOKO SAKURA!
Yuri: …Why do you want to kill Kyoko so badly?
Yuri: You've only just met.
Yuri: Right?
ModScarlet: Oh no.
Kyoko: Can't talk, gutting a fish.
Undyne: I CAN HEAR YOU!
Undyne: STOP STABBING ME AND STAND STILL, DAMNIT!

The child blinked, surprised that Undyne was apparently a fish. She didn't know much about her nodemate, having only 'met' them less than an hour ago. But she'd already built a tentative mental image, befitting that of a 'royal guard' of 'Monsters'. Ornate black and purple armor, like shades of night. A flowing cape. Some kind of helmet, with horns. Maybe one of those whimsical feather plumes. A fish, though?

Node 1127
ModScarlet: This isn't good. They're going to kill each other!
ModScarlet: Yuri, please help!
Yuri: …Me? Aren't you the Moderator?
Yuri: Can't you… cancel the summoning?
ModScarlet: Yes! But, uh,
ModScarlet: I'm not really supposed to intervene directly with Node participants!
ModScarlet: But you, as a User, can use any Core you want!
ModScarlet: The Node's capacity is taxed to the limit as is.
ModScarlet: If you were to put any more stress on it, by, say, creating a portal Relic or something…
ModScarlet: We'd probably hit the usage cap! And all active Cores would be temporarily disabled.
Kyoko: Real rude, Scarlet. Saying you won't interfere, then telling someone exactly how to interfere.
Undyne: STAY OUT OF THIS!
Kyoko: Welp. I'll give her this: Even when she's getting her ass whooped, she's sticking to her guns.
Kyoko: Could almost learn to respect that.
ModScarlet: Ignore them!
ModScarlet: Or don't, I guess.
ModScarlet: But please do me a favor and save one of their lives.
Yuri: …Okay.

Truth be told, the child had no particular attachment to either of her current nodemates. Kyoko, while a Magical Girl and therefore extremely cool and probably badass, was still a stranger to her. She knew nothing of her aside from the fact that she enjoyed fighting and was probably red-haired. And Undyne, despite her clearly bombastic personality, she cared for even less. Whether she was akin to the monsters from the Outskirts, the Abnormalities taken care of in Lobotomy Corporation, or something even stranger, the child found it difficult to relate to a being that was specifically not a human. Sentience, as a non-human, was against the most base of laws in the City.

She still wanted to help. One might call it basic human decency, though that might be stretching the definition of the term. One could say that she wanted the moderator's favor, since even if their capabilities were restrained and competency dubious, their knowledge was by far the superior of anyone else's. One could even say it was curiosity, a sense of wasted potential. The thought that losing a fellow victim of this strange circumstance would simply be… unnecessary, especially if done for reasons that nobody except for Undyne knew. And one could say that it was survivor's guilt that drove her. The lingering desires of those that had fallen, and the hope that she could be the rare person that each and every one of them could one day be proud of.

Node 1127
Yuri: What do I need to do?
Kyoko: Don't you dare!
ModScarlet: Add a slash in front of "relic create Connection{'Realm1', 'Realm3', 'Realm4', 'Realm5'} point(freeFloating, open)".
Yuri: /"relic create Connection{'Realm1', 'Realm3', 'Realm4', 'Realm5'} point(freeFloating, open)".
ModScarlet: Without the quotation marks! Or the period!
Yuri: /relic create Connection{'Realm1', 'Realm3', 'Realm4', 'Realm5'} point(freeFloating, open)

Creating Relic.
Opening Connections.

For the briefest of moments, the child witnessed something mystical appear in the palm of her hand as she sat up in alarm. An infinitesimal dot, with no dimensions, a glow emitting from that singular point. No height, no width, no depth, and no mass. But even with that brief moment of exposure, she could tell that there was something special about it. That, rather than anything else, was what fully convinced her that this strange 'Node' was not a delusion. The feeling of the glowing relic, cupped in her hands.

And then it winked out.

Node 1127
Systems capped at 90% Core usage
2 services locked (-9.6%)
For a full list of enabled/disabled features, do '/node services'

ModScarlet: It worked!
Kyoko: I'm gonna kill you, Yuri.
Yuri: …I'm sorry! But I don't want anyone to die before I get the full picture of what is going on here.
Yuri: This whole experience is so strange to me…
Kyoko: What, you've never talked with someone telepathically before?
Yuri: No! Why would you ever think that?
Yuri: …Is Undyne okay?
Yuri: She hasn't said anything for awhile.
Kyoko: Eh. Probably still unconscious. Guess she could've bled out though.
Kyoko: Whatever fish-monsters do when they almost die.
Kyoko: Hey. Moderator. How's she doing?
ModScarlet: Well, if she'd died, she probably would disconnect from the Node.
ModScarlet: And you would receive a message stating as such.
ModScarlet: Unless her cosmological context has a continuously conscious afterlife, but that's a whole different can of beans.
ModScarlet: She's probably okay, at least for now.

"Yuri! What are you doing just lying there? Pick up your useless body and help out around here!"

Node 1127
Yuri: …I need to go.

This voice belonged to Hopkins, third Fixer of this Office. Unlike the other two Fixers, he was armed at that moment, weapon of choice a black and blue crossbow. Tousled blond hair, large rectangular glasses, and a slim build could cause one to mistake him for a harmless nerd. But as far as members of this trio went, he was by far the most likely to survive any given incident. Ability to run away at top speed might not be as glamorous as standing until every last drop of blood has left one's body. But in the career of a Fixer… it is nonetheless important, for any day one could encounter a mis-graded threat, one that leaves you with no choice but to survive. He, too, was the child's senior. But only in name.

The child could not respond to the accusation in time. Aya, instead, replied.

"I told her to take a good, long, break! She's got my permission! Don't be a grouch, m'kay~"

"You don't need to give her such leniencies. She was a Feather of L Corp. Just because the Wing has since fallen does not mean that she suddenly needs babying. Surely she can handle simple Office work?"

As her senior and her "senior" continued to argue, the child quietly slunk away to do some work yet to be determined, hoping that it would appease the more irritable of her two coworkers. But thoughts of the Node continued to bounce around in her head, sparks slowly flying together and igniting fires.





[You have been invited to join Node1127. Do you accept?]

That was enough. Pyrrha had had enough.

She'd timed it. A ping, one every minute and thirty seconds. The same mental message every single time. And the same split-second feeling that an alarm had gone off, that there was urgent business, every single time. Attempting to ask for clarification had not changed it. Mentally declining had not caused it to go away. Whatever this "Node1127" was, it was surely persistent if nothing else. And right now, it was very annoyingly stopping her from going to sleep, even though she'd been tousled up in the dark in bed for upwards of thirty minutes now.

She hadn't told her teammates about this. Not for lack of trust nor belief that she wouldn't be believed, mind you. Jaune, Nora, and Ren were good people. Good friends. But Pyrrha liked to think herself the kind of person that wouldn't trouble others unnecessarily. Self-sufficiency was a virtue, after all. Only now, late at night with everyone asleep, it was arguably too late to realize the issue wasn't one that would be easily resolved. Not without taking a risk or two, anyway. Self-sufficiency and arrogance… two sides of the same coin, where the sole factor tempering the outcome was self-awareness. Clearly, Pyrrha did not understand herself as well as she'd thought.

Acceptance…

Talking with Coco, and through her, Fox, had yielded no results. Pyrrha had been oblique about the issue right up until it became clear that neither of them knew anything of Nodes or Fox's unusual use of telepathy. Then, she'd simply thanked them and walked away. In hindsight, that was the moment that she should have gone to a member of the faculty. But that selfsame arrogance had warped her judgment, and she'd simply spent the entire rest of the day receiving irritating pings. Frankly, it was a miracle that no one had called her out on her emptier-than-usual smile.

As it stood, she had two options. She could continue weathering the storm of psychic invites all through the night, without getting a wink of sleep, then go to a faculty member or otherwise trusted person and ask for help in the morning. Exhaustion was not a new concept to her, as someone who'd trained until incredibly late hours of the night to hone her skills. She could handle a day or two without rest without too much degradation in her capabilities. The issue, however, came in the possibility that, uh, maybe no one would know how to help her. Professor Ozpin was probably the most knowledgeable and experienced person at Beacon Academy, despite his young age. He wouldn't have made Headmaster otherwise. But the thought that even he wouldn't know what was going on or how to fix it, to trace the issue... Fox hadn't noticed anything earlier, and you'd think he was an expert, right?

Her other option was to once again shoulder the burden on her own: accept the invite in full and try to get answers straight from the source. And, in doing so, prove that she hadn't learned anything over the course of the entire day.

...Damn. Self awareness, eh?

Node 1127
Anonymous User has joined the node!
ModScarlet: Oh, that's everybody!
Yuri: …Hello! I look forward to working with you.
Kyoko: Hey.

…So casual. Was we intruding on something? Did she miss a memo?

She needed to stay focused and get answers. Though, admittedly, that was no reason to be rude about it. Manners were important.

Node 1127
Anonymous User: Hello.
Anonymous User: I know I haven't introduced myself yet, but I have a few questions if that's alright?
ModScarlet: Sure! Go ahead!
Anonymous User: Thank you. What is so essential about this "Node"?
ModScarlet: Essential?
Anonymous User: Essential enough that it was worth sending me a mental invitation every one and a half minutes.
Anonymous User: For an entire day.
Anonymous User: And most of the night.
Anonymous User: All with no further explanation nor elaboration, no matter how many times I asked.
Anonymous User: No option to decline, no matter how much I wished to.
Anonymous User: So I ask, once again.
Anonymous User: What was so essential about me being invited to this "Node"?

…Maybe a little passive-aggressive. Just a tiny bit. She was just a little bit tired.

Node 1127
Kyoko: Hell, is that what happened to you? Damn.
Kyoko: That sucks, but I guess I got lucky. I accepted the thing right away.
Yuri: …Me too. You have my sympathies.
Anonymous User: This means that Scarlet is responsible, then?
Anonymous User: Is this…mental chatroom? A product of their Semblance?
ModScarlet: Ah… Whoops.
ModScarlet: Did not think that anyone would not want to join.
ModScarlet: My bad.
Anonymous User: You didn't answer my question. Either of my questions.
ModScarlet: We're getting off on the wrong foot.
ModScarlet: Can we start over?
ModScarlet: Great! Thanks!
ModScarlet: Welcome to our project for building a more coherent multiverse!
Anonymous User: I didn't say anything.
Kyoko: Dodgy bastard.

In a moment of vague realization, Pyrrha noticed that, even as she continued receiving mental messages from each of the group's three participants, the pings each message caused were significantly less insistent. Instead of a feeling of imminent alarm, each line of text felt instead more like a spoken word, background conversation. And seeing how it was 3:13 in the morning…

Node 1127
Anonymous User: If you were going to continue, I apologize for the rudeness.
Anonymous User: But I'm going to sleep.
ModScarlet: Wait no, I was just about to explain so many things!
Anonymous User: I hope to manage this in the morning.
Anonymous User: Good night!


A/N: Thanks to hpzhop for beta-ing this chapter!
 
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Chapter 3: Sunny Day Life

Chapter 3: Sunny Day Life

"Wosh u leg… Wosh u face… Wosh u stab wounds…"

Undyne awoke to the sound of splashing and the smell of detergent. God, she'd never been so grateful to see Woshua and his little bird monster friend. In Waterfall, Woshua was the only practitioner of Green magic aside from herself. And his came in the form of Green bullets—bullets that healed, rather than harmed. Being the hypochondriac that he was, he'd probably word it as 'cleansing injuries', and heck, it was what he was doing to her, so she wasn't complaining.

Undyne gave herself a check-over. And… well. Kyoko had done a number on her. Her armor would have to be scrapped. The left arm had been completely shorn off. The rest wasn't looking much better, filled with chips, cracks, and massive punctures, ones that had hit straight through the armor and damaged her body underneath. And that damage had been no joke. She could feel her HP dropping drastically with every single strike of Kyoko's spear-whip-thing. Knocking her out completely…

It occurred to her that, if Woshua hadn't come by, she might've fallen down. Or even died. The magical princess(!!!), Magical Girl, whatever, had left her in critical condition. Not to mention that, if those human history books and documentaries were correct, the girl was only a child. A full-fledged adult… could have torn through her like mere tissue paper. Turned her into a filet with a single stroke.

Anime was real. Anime was so real. And It was dangerous as all heck.

The worst thought came when she realized that, of all the monsters in the Underground, she was undoubtedly among the strongest. Second only to ASGORE and maybe the toughest of Knight Knights with the brightest of Good Morningstars. And she'd gotten her ass totally beat. Any other monster wouldn't stand a chance either. They'd be even easier pickings for any similarly powerful human. There was a time when Undyne had thought that she would be able to handle any human that came down into the Underground. Never that it would be easy, not really. It would take a pitched struggle. Blades would clash. The wind, whipped up into a howling maelstrom. The knight in shining armor, clad in righteousness, would narrowly defeat the villainous human, and bring justice to the Underground.

…It could still happen. Anime was real, after all. But it would take a hell of a lot more training. She'd need to double—no, TRIPLE! Triple her power output! And she'd need to take the rest of the Royal Guard with her. As much as she loved the dogs of the Snowdin Canine Unit, they were in no shape to take on humans if she'd had this much trouble! #01 and #02, too, they too had to be brought up to snuff. She hoped Mad Dummy wouldn't be too inconvenienced with finding a new home. Because, as her training dummy, she was going to PULVERIZE them!

She was still connected to the stupid Node, even now. Scrolling up real quick (which felt really weird when it was just happening in her head), turns out someone else joined up too, only to go to sleep immediately afterward. Whatever. Before that… Yuri had, under the insistence and guidance of Scarlet, done some programming thing that had canceled the summoning command and likely saved her life. And Kyoko hadn't seemed all that worked up over not getting to finish her off.

She was still lying on the ground… Okay, she needed to fix that. Unfortunately, even with Woshua's constant application of green healing magic and soap (mostly soap), she was still too weak to stand. She needed serious help. And she guessed she could call Alphys or Papyrus to help her out… but nah. She wanted to maintain SOME of her dignity, okay?

"Woshua," Undyne croaked. "Thanks for the wosh—dammit, wash. Can you get me some good, clean, food? And maybe keep this between us?"

Monster food was made of magical ingredients. When consumed, it didn't get digested, not really. Instead, it went straight to the SOUL, and converted directly into energy. It would give Undyne a massive boost to their healing. She'd be back to 100% in no time, if she could get some food in her.

Woshua nodded. He looked eager to be part of this strange Undyne conspiracy. Then, the turtle-like monster trundled off. Hopefully, he'd be able to find some grub that met his standards of cleanliness within a reasonable amount of time…

Ah, who was she kidding. She'd be lying here for at least a couple more hours. Even if she couldn't move… much, she wanted to do something.

…As much as Undyne hadn't wanted her to intervene at the time, in hindsight, she needed to thank Yuri. That STUPID Moderator hadn't felt it worth their time to get involved, but at least they'd pushed Yuri to help instead. And they'd done it. Saved her from the brink of death by 'overloading the Node' or whatever… she'd need to go ask Alphys about how that worked. Or "ModScarlet", even though she didn't trust 'em one whit.

Hm. Was Yuri a human? Even if they were, Undyne supposed they still deserved a modicum of thanks.

The Underground didn't have access to the Internet of the surface world. But Dr. Alphys, brilliant scientist that she was, had created an alternative using magic and discarded parts from the surface… UnderNet! As the name suggested, the Underground's Internet! This meant that even though she'd never seen the real thing, she could still parse the interface of the Node, which was similar enough to a certain messaging board. It meant that she'd been able to figure out how to change her name pretty quickly, even without scrolling up to see how Kyoko and Yuri had done it.

And it also meant that she figured out private channels faster than… pretty much anyone else, she was guessing. Her own, as well as ones to communicate with other people.

Node1127: Private Channel with Yuri
Undyne: So
Undyne: Don't take this the wrong way.
Undyne: I didn't want your help.
Undyne: And I still don't.
Undyne: But I should probably still say
Undyne: Thank you.
Yuri: Oh… it was no issue.
Yuri: I only did as the Moderator told me to.
Yuri: Can you answer a question for me?
Yuri: Not as recompense, but simply because I am curious.
Undyne: Sure!
Undyne: Ask.
Yuri: You call yourself a member of 'monsterkind'.
Yuri: Kyoko called you a 'fish'.
Yuri: What does that mean?


It was no surprise to Undyne that Yuri knew nothing of monsters. They'd been trapped in the Underground for so long, after all. Even their dust had begun to accumulate dust of its own. Generations of monsters had come and gone, ASGORE one of the only constants among them. Thinking about the history of monsters made her woozy, sometimes. Also the whole multiverse thing, she guessed.

As Captain of the Royal Guard, she was supposed to have this entire lubbing speech prepared, one that told human visitors of the Underground, the Monsters, and its history. A solemn affair, ideally recited from a clifftop or something and meant to last like three whole minutes. It would impress with a great sadness, impart the seriousness of monsterkind's plight upon the listener, and ensure that, even though they would be doomed to die nonetheless, they would at least die understanding their purpose. It was not meant for trickery or deception (though Alphys theorized that it might make the infamous power gap between humans and monsters just a little smaller, if it could successfully plant the seed of compassion in their souls). Rather, it was a measure taken in honor. For honor. To protect the honor of monsterkind as a whole. Honoring a sacrifice for the greater good. All that honorable stuff.

Undyne thought all this was really great. Truly, honestly, for real and all that. This would be a great time for it. What WASN'T great was the fact that she COULDN'T FREAKING REMEMBER IT!

Seriously. She had the darned thing written down at home somewhere, probably misplaced during one of Papyrus's cooking lessons. She'd gone over it at least, like, twice! And yet, her mind remained blank. Empty as a skeleton's skull. All she could remember was something about the number of human souls they had? The number of human souls they needed? Gah… so frustrating! She'd forgotten even those opening words during the encounter with Kyoko, and so attacked her out of embarrassment. In hindsight, not the best idea.

Screw it. She'd wing it.

Node1127: Private Channel with Yuri
Undyne: I don't know what things are like in your world.
Undyne: Here, monsters are the name of a species.
Undyne: We've got all shapes and sizes.
Undyne: Dogs, skeletons, lizards, robots…
Undyne: Two things we've all got in common: Our bodies are made of magic.
Undyne: And we're all trapped underground.
Undyne: In THE Underground.
Undyne: I've got fins and gills and stuff. So.
Undyne: Fish monster.
Undyne: That answer your question?
Yuri: Why does killing Kyoko free you from The Underground?
Undyne: There's a magical barrier around the whole Underground.
Undyne: It can only be broken with the power of seven human souls.
Undyne: We have six.
Undyne: You can do that math.
Yuri: I see.
Yuri: That is what you meant by freedom.
Yuri: It's a simpler concept for you.
Yuri: For me, it's hard to wrap my head around.
Undyne: What do you mean?
Undyne: Freedom's freedom.
Undyne: Freedom is not being TRAPPED in a cave until we WITHER and DIE.
Yuri: I'm…
Yuri: I'm not so sure.
Yuri: I live in the Backstreets of District 4. In the City.
Yuri: There is only one city, in my universe.
Yuri: Kyoko implied that others may exist in yours.
Yuri: I work as a Fixer. It is my profession to fix others' problems.
Yuri: Meaningless errands… exploration of fallen Wings… contract killing…
Yuri: Fixers will do anything if they are paid sufficiently.
Undyne: So you're a mercenary.
Yuri: …I guess that is another word for it.
Undyne: We've got those in the Underground, too.


Undyne wasn't the type to hold back her innermost thoughts. But she did have just enough tact to not mention, at this very moment, that she considered most of them COWARDS and SCUMBAGS. Instead of working for the highest bidder, those monsters should be working for the Royal Guard! Trying to find a way to break the Barrier. Helping maintain peace in the Underground. The Madjicks and Whimsalots of the world… She had no respect for them.

Node1127: Private Channel with Yuri
Undyne: Are you going somewhere with this?
Yuri: Yes…!
Yuri: I think.
Yuri: My Office specializes in excavation.
Yuri: So I don't have to do too many killings.
Yuri: In some ways, I guess I'm lucky.
Yuri: But when I say that Fixers will do anything if they are paid enough…
Yuri: That applies in reverse, too.
Yuri: If we are paid enough, we have to do anything.
Yuri: My desire does not factor into a contract.
Yuri: I…cannot do anything by my own volition.
Yuri: In this sense, I think…
Yuri: Actually…
Undyne: What?
Yuri: Never mind.
Yuri: I think I've spoken long enough.


Undyne could see where Yuri was going with that, if they hadn't cut themself off. The implication… was that they were less free than the monsters of the Underground? She wanted to immediately dismiss it as nonsense. But then again, she could understand the weight of the chains of responsibility. She didn't get to be captain of the Royal Guard without caring about the well-being of her subordinates. That heaviness was weighing on her now.

The sound of bubbles popping indicated that Woshua had returned, a bag of food on his back.

"...The food. I got it… at the soap-ermarket…Fresh!"

Yeah. That sounded about right.







Morning.

Apple. crunch

Second apple. crunch crunch

And that was breakfast.

Soul gem: Unclouded. Undyne was all bark and no bite. Took no magical power at all to beat her down. Intimidating armor, true, and the storm of spears was pretty cool. Watching them flood the starry sky and fall like rain… it brought back a faint sense of wonder. But she hit like a small child and couldn't take a hit in return. Disappointing, honestly.

Now, onto the most interesting thing that had happened to her in months.

Node1127
Kyoko: Anybody there?
Yuri: Yes.
Anonymous User: I'm awake.
Anonymous User: I am sorry for leaving you all so abruptly, before I could receive a word of explanation.
Kyoko: Hell if I care. Who're you, anyway?
Anonymous User: Oh! Sorry!
Anonymous User: My name is Pyrrha Nikos. I am a student at Beacon Academy.
Kyoko: Great. That means absolutely nothing to me.
Anonymous User: Genuinely?
Kyoko: Kyoko Sakura.
Undyne: I am Undyne!
Kyoko: Oh, great, you're back.
Yuri: Yuri… Once again, I look forward to working with you.
ModScarlet: And I'm this Node's moderator.
ModScarlet: Finally, everyone's here.
ModScarlet: It's taken longer than I would have liked, but finally we can get down to business.
ModScarlet: Pyrrha, for a recap of what we've covered so far, scroll up in the chat's history.
Anonymous User: Ah, I see. Understood.
ModScarlet: If you still have any questions, feel free to ask!
ModScarlet: Anyway.
ModScarlet: First things first: All of this Node's Cores have now been disabled.
ModScarlet: Two of them were naturally disabled during setup due to excessive power consumption.
Yuri: Those would be 'Blur' and 'Realm Blur', correct?
ModScarlet: Yes.
ModScarlet: We'll get back to those later.
ModScarlet: At the moment, we technically do have enough power to activate the other two Cores.
ModScarlet: I could reactivate at least one of them at this moment with no adverse effect.
ModScarlet: I won't, however.
ModScarlet: Kyoko, Undyne… I assume you know the reason for that?
Anonymous User: You two tried to kill each other?!
ModScarlet: …Thank you, Pyrrha. Yes. That was the reason.
Kyoko: Don't get on my case about it.
Kyoko: She started it.
Undyne: Okay, that's true.
Anonymous User: I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous.
Anonymous User: But why?
Anonymous User: What reason could you have to attempt to murder a stranger within minutes of meeting them?
Anonymous User: And to actually follow through, even provoked, without even asking for an explanation?


Pyrrha Nikos needed to chill out.

Node1127
Kyoko: Preachy hero-type, huh.
Kyoko: You remind me of my senpai.
Kyoko: Not a compliment.
Anonymous User: What is that supposed to mean?
ModScarlet: Uh. Anyway.
ModScarlet: About the two, er, three Cores I'm willing to let you access…
Undyne: FINE.
Undyne: I'll admit I may have been a BIT hasty.
Undyne: But we do still need that human soul!
Yuri: Undyne…
Kyoko: You want to go for round two?
Anonymous User: You're still aggressing?
Kyoko: Can it, Nikos.
Anonymous User: I will not stand by and watch if you plan to murder someone in cold blood.
Anonymous User: Even a self-proclaimed monster.
Kyoko: Again, she started it.
Undyne: I told Yuri before and I'll say it again.
Undyne: I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!
Undyne: And monsters are a SPECIES!
Yuri: …I don't think that this is a good idea.
ModScarlet: I give up.


Kyoko nearly flinched as a massive chunk of text plopped down into the chat's field of vision, her focus processing it all at once.

Node1127
ModScarlet: I'm not reactivating the Summoning Core because you'll clearly probably kill each other. Rest I'm also keeping inactive for now because you'll find some creative and horrifying way to kill each other with 'em anyway. You get your Node-based superpower privileges back when you're not itching to stab each other at the drop of a hat. If or when that does happen, you'll be harshly limited by the amount of power in the Node, which is currently being almost entirely consumed by the Node's existing functions. To reduce the amount of power being consumed, you can try feeding constants unique to your individual contexts into the Node, which will render your realities more similar and make it easier to connect to them as a group. Exotic forms of energy and matter will work, but pocket dimensions are probably the absolute best option, assuming you can fit their source through the Node Relic of choice. I think that's everything you need to know. I'm taking a break from talking to you all and going to clear out the interdimensional backend. Don't talk to me for at least a couple of hours. Hear me? Thank you. Again, please try to get along. I really hope the other Nodes out there don't have to deal with this much inner turmoil… ah, who am I kidding. I'm probably lucky that I still have any users left at all.


blink.

Node1127
Anonymous User: I'm sorry, Scarlet.
Kyoko: Eh. I'm not.
Kyoko: Not a great moderator, if they're not willing to mediate.
Yuri: …It seems like they're trying their best.
Undyne: Screw it.
Undyne: Truce?
Kyoko: Eh, sure.


Honestly, she didn't care that much. Wasn't the first time someone had tried to off her. Most tended to be fellow Magical Girls trying to take her territory. None of it was personal.

Node1127
Kyoko: Yeah. We should all get along.
Kyoko: I'm interested in those Node superpowers.
Yuri: …I, as well.


Kyoko reached into her stash and pulled out a half-used Grief Seed.

…Pocket dimensions, huh.
 
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Chapter 4: Extracurricular

Chapter 4: Extracurricular


Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
test: hey, scarlet
ModScarlet: Oh?
ModScarlet: You've been quiet.
test: i know.
test: this is sudden bt
test: can i ask u for 2 favors?
test: please?
ModScarlet: Uh.
ModScarlet: Maybe?
test: ty
test: 1. can u like not call attentn to me?
test: i havent rlly talked 2 people in
test: long time
test: want 2 just watch for now.
test: need to get used to it.
test: is that ok?
ModScarlet: Hm.
ModScarlet: You realize that you have posted things in the Node, yes?
ModScarlet: I can't stop anyone from noticing that.
test: i thnk most ppl mistook me for yuri.
test: our txt colors r rly similar.
ModScarlet: Augh, don't start.
ModScarlet: How was I supposed to know that, of all the candidates on the list, I'd manage to pick entirely redheads?
ModScarlet: I don't think anyone even noticed or cared!
ModScarlet: So much for trying to be considerate!
test: not blamin u.
test: actually kinda convenient for me
test: guess i shld thnk u?
ModScarlet: Oh.
ModScarlet: Kind of you.
ModScarlet: Well, if that's what you really want.
ModScarlet: Yeah, sure, I can do that.
ModScarlet: As long as you are still paying attention, I can avoid calling you out.
ModScarlet: I can even avoid running various public Node diagnostics if that's your preference. That could prevent you from conspicuously showing up on the power usage report.
test: that wld b great, ya!
test: tysm
ModScarlet: You've been so polite so far, so.
ModScarlet: Consider it courtesy returned, Mr./Mrs. test.
test: im a girl.
ModScarlet: Ms. test, then.
ModScarlet: You said you had a second favor to ask?
test: ya
test: 2. u mentioned a list of candidates.
test: and @ the start, u called us all
test: "exceptional"
test: what
test: what does that mean?




Way Kyoko saw it, the skies of Kazamino City were kinda like a giant static lake. And she was the Magical Girl skimming the top of that lake, darting through the air and bouncing off of the tips of buildings for only the fleetest of moments. A touch of metal, of roofing, and bam! Off like a rocket to the next roof. Like a red, toothy skipping stone, one with the best view in the whole damned city. Feeling the air rush past her, ruffling her ponytail, spear trailing behind her…

There was no denying that Magical Girls took a lot of crap. But there were undeniably benefits, ones that made the job worth doing. And this… this was at the top of the list as far as those went.

Even more worth noting: paying attention to the Node as she sped from building to building… well, she didn't really. She didn't have to pay any of her valuable attention. Almost zero focus spent. It was as if reading and responding occurred entirely unconsciously.

Weird.

Node1127
Anonymous User: So…
Anonymous User: Since we are all choosing to get along now, would it be alright to make small talk?
Kyoko: Only if you change your name.
Kyoko: Use "/name yourname", if you didn't scroll up far enough to see that.
Anonymous User: Oh! Sorry!
Anonymous User: I didn't.
Anonymous User: /name Pyrrha
Pyrrha: That is better.
Pyrrha: That being said, what are you all doing right now?
Pyrrha: I am sitting in History Class, at the moment. I should be paying attention to class, but…
Pyrrha: Oh. I just realized that this Node takes up none of my attention span.
Pyrrha: It is strange.


Kyoko chuckled. The two of them were apparently on similar wavelengths. In terms of cleverness, at least. Being reasonable and practical people? Maybe less so.

Node1127
Yuri: I am currently taking on a Canard case: exterminating a pack of somewhat mutated mice.
Undyne: TRAINING!
Undyne: A member of the Royal Guard always must strive to become stronger!
Undyne: Which is why I'm pounding my training dummy into STUFFING!
Undyne: …I don't understand why they seem to like it as much as they do.
Pyrrha: Your training dummy is sentient?
Kyoko: Nothing to do with getting your ass kicked, recently?
Undyne: Why you little…
Undyne: Hold on.
Undyne: We're "getting along" now.
Undyne: So, Kyoko, who I am "getting along" with…
Undyne: How are you "getting along"?
Undyne: What are you doing?
Yuri: I'm curious what the daily life of a Magical Girl is like.


Alright. That was fair. Get a lolly, give a lolly.

Node1127
Kyoko: I'm hunting for Witches.
Pyrrha: Witches?
Yuri: …Are you a part of some kind of… Magical Girl inquisition?
Kyoko: What?
Kyoko: Witches are monsters.
Kyoko: They're born from curses and prey upon humans.
Kyoko: The natural prey of Magical Girls.
Pyrrha: Born from curses…?
Undyne: What kind of monsters?
Kyoko: No two Witches are alike. But all of them inflict misery and death.
Kyoko: They're attracted to sites of human suffering.


A miasmic glint. Her Soul Gem pulsed. And the location…

Node1127
Kyoko: Sites like this one.


Descent.

Node1127
Undyne: We've got no idea what you're talking about.
Undyne: Care to enlighten us, "buddy"?
Kyoko: It's a cemetery.
Kyoko: Guess a funeral was held here recently.
Kyoko: Doesn't matter.
Kyoko: All that does matter is that a Witch has taken up residence here.


Kyoko had another hunch.

The additional multitasking capability provided by the Node only worked so long as she was using the Node, and only for Node things. Like, she didn't know, some kinda work-monitored internet connection. No slacking off on the Node! But that was the thing, wasn't it. Brains didn't work that way. They considered multiple thoughts at once. They combined thoughts. Couldn't just split your brain in half so cleanly. If she wanted to talk about Witches in the Node, or compare and contrast spear techniques with Undyne as they battled, that got offloaded to the Node multitasking. Cause it was Node-related.

How far did that go, she wondered? Just how much processing could she get the Node to do for her?

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Kyoko: Yuri, you said you wanted to know what my life's like?
Kyoko: You're about to get a front row seat.


She dove into the Labyrinth.

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Kyoko: A Witch's Labyrinth is her domain. A small world that follows the rules of the Witch.
Kyoko: A pocket dimension, if you will.
Yuri: !!!
Kyoko: It's always surreal. Dreamlike.
Kyoko: And it usually provides hints on the nature of the Witch that created it.
Kyoko: Here, I see rusty gears in the distance, churning the air with the smell of old iron.
Kyoko: Ribbons, cut in the shape of gingerbread girls and hanging from nothing.
Kyoko: And the Witch's Familiars.
Kyoko: Looks like flocks of sparkling anime eyeballs, topping these cute black dresses.
Kyoko: Little all-seeing angel choir girls.
Kyoko: Oh. Familiars do whatever the Witch wants.
Kyoko: What's that, exactly? Nobody knows!


What they were doing now was dying.

One foot in front of the other. Adjust footing, to the ground that feels like burlap drenched in oil. Then push. Stance. Swash. Reap the sky. Fresh air burst from each Familiar getting stabbed out of existence.

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Kyoko: I usually leave these alone unless they're directly in my way.
Pyrrha: Because they're harmless?
Kyoko: No. Far from it.
Kyoko: Cause I'm not here to kill endless waves of Familiars.
Kyoko: I'm here for the Witch. The creator of the Labyrinth.
Pyrrha: I see. The Familiars will keep coming unless you remove their source.
Kyoko: That's true.


That wasn't the actual reason, Kyoko couldn't help but think. And she couldn't offload the thought to the Node either. But Pyrrha Nikos was some kind of goody two shoes college student, and would probably throw a hissy fit if she knew. And since they were all supposed to be not stabbing each other… best if she kept silent for now.

She pushed forward.

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Kyoko: Witch is almost always at the center of the Labyrinth.
Kyoko: Guessing it's mostly gonna be trying to smack me around with its body. Machinery's sound's getting louder. Familiars flocks are less dense.
Kyoko: Some Witches prefer mental attacks. Some like projectiles. Some leave things to their Familiars.
Kyoko: This ain't one of those.
Kyoko: Good thing. My best matchup.


A casual piercing. Shattered another wave of Familiars.

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Yuri: Is this… dangerous for you?
Yuri: You seem to be treating this with nonchalance.
Kyoko: I'll say this proudly.
Kyoko: Witches are incredibly dangerous.
Kyoko: But I am one of the best Magical Girls in Japan.
Kyoko: Short of Mami Tomoe and maybe that psycho in Hohzuki City, there's not a Magical Girl in the nation that's stronger than me.
Kyoko: And short of Walpurgisnacht herself, there's not a Witch in the world that I can't handle.
Undyne: There's a story there!
Kyoko: Later. We've reached the door.
Kyoko: The Labyrinth's innermost chamber.
Pyrrha: Good luck.
Kyoko: I won't need it.


Kyoko didn't use much magic in general anymore. But she checked her Soul Gem nonetheless. Barely darkened at all. Great.

She opened the door.

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Kyoko: Humanoid Witch. No eyes. No arms. Long flowing hair, like a tablecloth.
Kyoko: Ornate clockwork crown, with something like a theater mask on the side.
Kyoko: She towers. The size of a small house.
Kyoko: Her body is a patchwork of clockwork stitching and torn cloth, leaking air.
Pyrrha: Any weapons?
Kyoko: Nah. Just size and bulk.
Kyoko: She might be blind. She's facing me, but hasn't done anything yet.
Kyoko: Maybe those Familiars were meant to be her eyes…? There aren't any around.
Kyoko: Whatever.


She'd got all the time in the world to prep. So first strike should be a big one. Charging magic into her spear, doubling in size. Setting ablaze. Pinpointing the face. Preparing an exit plan in case things go wrong.

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Kyoko: A lot of Witches have misleading bodies which disguise their weak points.
Kyoko: I once saw a Witch that looked like a minotaur, wielding an ax that cleaved sound.
Kyoko: Killed the minotaur. But turns out the ax was the Witch the whole time, and came back for round two, screaming like a guitar at the world's worst punk concert.
Kyoko: That said.
Kyoko: I'm still going for the head.


Fire.

The Witch recoiled. Burned, as stitching was set aflame and cogs in her grand body were melted. Fresh air burst from her bursting seams. The opposite of smoke. Kyoko flipped away, recalling her exploded spear to hand and watching the Witch writhe. Rarely did a first strike kill a Witch, but she'd been lucky before.

Not this time. The Witch roared with the sound of boiling oil, then charged her, slithering like a massive burning snake. Surprisingly quick. Kyoko still vaulted above her easily, lashing out at her body with whiplike strikes with the segments of her spear. All ignored, as the Witch curved around herself and attempted to swallow her whole, massive stitch-mouth opening wide and revealing gear-teeth teeth. Kyoko impaled both of her sealed-shut eyes.

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Kyoko: She's not reacting to hits on her main body.
Kyoko: Not the head either.
Kyoko: …The crown.


She finally decided to use her magic in earnest, or what was left of it, anyways. A red lattice of chains sprung into existence, binding the Witch in place. Though she was slippery and would likely escape after mere moments, it was all the time Kyoko needed. Another magic infusion into her weapon. And an ultimate attack aimed right at the Witch's weak point. A completely unnamed ultimate attack, since calling out cringey attack names was for stupid people and babies.

It did the trick. Pierced straight through. Shattered the Labyrinth itself. The Witch's core, her Grief Seed, clinked off a headstone and fell onto a freshly-filled grave. Kyoko claimed it triumphantly, then glanced at the name.

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Kyoko: And done.
Kyoko: …Aoi Masshiro, huh.
Kyoko: Lotta people musta cared for you, for their grief to draw a Witch here after your death.
Undyne: I couldn't see any of what just happened.
Undyne: All I've got is the picture painted by your words.
Undyne: And I'm a visuals kind of monster.
Undyne: But…
Undyne: That was still so freaking cool!!!!!!
Undyne: Magical princess fighting a horrible villain! BAM!
Undyne: You have got to do that again sometime!
Kyoko: That's… neat…?


The hell? Wasn't she just threatening to kill her?

Whatever.

Overall, she thought that the experiment had gone pretty damned well. The goal had been to offload all of her observing and strategizing off to the Node, so that her conscious brain could focus entirely on what was actually going on, dodge attacks and projectiles, compile attacks. It'd sorta worked. Her reflexes had been a little faster, her attacks a little more effective. It was a small edge, for sure. As far as "Node-based superpowers" went, it wasn't exactly groundbreaking.

But in this world of Magical Girls, every tiny edge counted for something. Could be the difference between life and death.

She'd take it.

Janice. The repair Witch with a two-faced nature. She presents as benevolent, offering her vast skills in stitching and clockwork to fix those that are broken. But in truth, she uses those that come to her as materials, to repair her own constantly malfunctioning body. Her familiars all see through her.

Dor. The repair Witch's minion, whose duty is to serve as materials. However, they desire existence, and thus never enter the Witch's vicinity. They flit about just out of reach.






It was time. Pyrrha could put this off for no longer.

Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
Pyrrha: Hello again.
Pyrrha: Is it alright if I ask some clarifying questions about the Node?
ModScarlet: Shoot.
Pyrrha: First of three: Is there any way to transfer my Node membership to someone else?
Pyrrha: Failing that, is there any method to leave the Node entirely?
ModScarlet: No.
ModScarlet: Death.
ModScarlet: In other Nodes, it might be possible to send invitations, but that would only allow one to add additional users.
ModScarlet: It would not allow one to leave.
ModScarlet: And it's a moot point besides; we don't have the Invitation Wizard Core.
Pyrrha: That answers my question.
Pyrrha: Second of three: I plan on introducing my Nodemates to my friends. Will there be any issues with this?
ModScarlet: As long as it doesn't cause trouble for you, it shouldn't cause trouble for me.
Pyrrha: Third and final: I would just like to make sure.
Pyrrha: There are four people in this Node, correct?
Pyrrha: It would be quite embarrassing if I forgot someone.
ModScarlet: There are actually five users in this Node.
Pyrrha: Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot about you, didn't I?
Pyrrha: I suppose this is why I asked.
ModScarlet: You'd better not forget to give your friends a glowing description of your moderator!
Pyrrha: I will depict you as positively as possible while remaining true to the facts.
ModScarlet: Come on, why so cagey?
Pyrrha: I'm sorry. But you have not been the most reliable or trustworthy source of information so far, despite being the only one who possesses the majority of it.
ModScarlet: Ouch.
ModScarlet: That hurts.
ModScarlet: But I'm joking, anyhow.
ModScarlet: Go nuts.


Scarlet had returned some time after Kyoko's textual recounting of the Witch battle. Late enough that the Magical Girl herself had gone to sleep. Pyrrha had asked if she could ask them a question or two in private, and the Moderator had created this private channel to do just that. With reassurances in hand, she'd begun working up the courage to tell her team about the Node.

Pyrrha had been doing so for most of the day now. Funny how that courage didn't seem to come.

She'd promised herself that she would tell someone about it last night. That promise had finally come due. And her team at Beacon had been the people she most trusted, most wanted to tell.

Saying that it would be simple would be a falsehood. Explaining the concept of the strange multiversal chatroom and its "exceptional" occupants would take some time, require weathering a number of difficult questions. But it should not be nearly as difficult as it had ended up being.

Was the issue that Pyrrha was loath to disturb her teammates with her own problems, as per usual? Yes, that was likely it. Especially when they were all looking so peaceful, so content right now.

Jaune had been training with Pyrrha just an hour earlier, working on his sword arm strength and dexterity. Now, he was cooling off at his desk, part-studying for Professor Mulberry's class and part reading a superhero comic book. He'd been doing great for a boy who'd cheated his way into Beacon, had no experience when he'd come in, and in fact had to have every element of being a Huntsman—no, being a combatant on Remnant—explained to him like he was a two-year old child who'd just discovered language.

…When she laid it all out like that, it almost sounded like she hated him. No, that couldn't be further from the truth. Jaune Arc was not an idiot. He picked up on new concepts quite quickly. He worked himself to the bone, improving by leaps and bounds when working on correct guidance. He didn't complain, save for one memorable incident when he'd managed to get struck by lightning twice in rapid succession atop the dorm roof, which frankly was probably warranted.

More importantly, Jaune was kind. Beacon infiltration aside, he was effectively guileless. He was a pretty funny guy, though he'd get offended if she pointed it out. And so mind-numbingly oblivious that he'd somehow never ever heard of the name "Pyrrha Nikos". She'd never met anyone like him. And she was happy beyond happy to have chosen him as her partner.

Did any of this save him from being easily the weakest student at Beacon Academy? …Well, no one was without their faults. And that selfsame obliviousness could occasionally be quite annoying. Jaune couldn't see what was right in front of him, sometimes.

Her love life aside, Team JNPR (Juniper) did have two more students on it. Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie. A pair of students that couldn't be spoken of as anything but a pair. Where one went, the other always followed. And not in the identical twin sense; rather, they both took themselves to an excess, and relied on each other to balance each other out. Seemingly, anyway. Was that rude?

Nora was the most boisterous person Pyrrha had ever known. She greeted every morning like a best friend she'd been joyfully reunited with. And she fought like every enemy's face was a best friend her warhammer needed to be forcefully reunited with. She didn't look it, but Nora was impossibly strong. Maybe even stronger than herself, under the right circumstances. Sometimes, she acted as if the rules of reality didn't apply to her. But she knew when to ground herself when it counted. As befitting a girl with the power to act as a living lightning rod.

Lie Ren, or just Ren, or Renny if your name was Nora, was the opposite. Quiet, reserved, and generally stoic. He didn't stand out, didn't try to. But the quiet rat-tat-tat-tat of his automatic pistols was one of the most reliable sounds she'd ever heard. And there was no denying that he cared for his team, Nora especially, in his own way.

The two of them were curled up on Nora's bed together, not-cuddling as a not-couple. Pyrrha wondered if that could be her, one day.

…She needed to just bite the bullet. These were good people. She trusted them. They would trust her.

"Hello, everybody. I have some news."

Good start.

"What's up, Pyrrha?"

"Something strange happened to me yesterday…"

And so Pyrrha ended up explaining what had happened to her. How the invitation to the Node had shown up in her thoughts. How she'd resisted opening it until late last night. And so on. And so forth.

"So…" Jaune summarized, "you were put into a weird interdimensional Scrolltext chat?"

"Yes."

"With a bunch of redheaded people with superpowers."

"I believe so."

"Is this why you look exhausted?"

"Do I?"

"Well, no… but I kind of got that feeling from you?" Jaune tried. "Uh. Anyway! You didn't actually tell us anything about those redheaded people? Who are they?"

She could say as much.

"Kyoko is the chattiest person here," Pyrrha started. "She's a warrior who battles monsters called Witches in someplace called Kazamino City. A 'magical girl', in her terms. She fought one just today."

Jaune gasped. "Like in the cartoons?"

Pyrrha gaped. "The… cartoons?

A grinning nod. "Yeah! You know, Magical Azure and the Five Stars? Crimson Heroine? I've always preferred comics, personally, but they're all pretty awesome! Is her personality like those?"

"Ah… maybe?" Pyrrha guessed, feeling somehow as if she was drowning on land. She didn't exactly have the time to watch television while training for the Mistral circuit. She made a mental note to do some research on these cartoons that Jaune was apparently a fan of. Maybe it could provide interesting discussion…?

Also, how to phrase this…? She didn't want to badmouth Kyoko when she wasn't present; that seemed like the behavior of a gossip. She supposed she could just tell the girl that she was about to insult her to her team, but that was rude in a completely different and far worse way. And Pyrrha wasn't exactly one for lying. Plus, she was asleep.

Eventually, she settled upon, "She's somewhat brusque and has a short temper, from what I've seen of her. But she also fights diligently to protect people. I think she's a good person at heart."

Jaune nodded sagely. "So she's like Katarhina. Not my favorite, but that sounds cool. I'd like to meet her!"

"Who else is there in your alien chatroom?" Nora eagerly asked, thankfully distracting everyone from Pyrrha's pop-cultural and social deficiencies.

"There's Undyne. She's some kind of fish monster? From an entire underground kingdom of 'monsters', which is the name of her species. She's enthusiastic. Kind of like you, Nora."

A horrifying thought struck Pyrrha at that moment. From what she could tell, calling Undyne enthusiastic was an understatement, if her chatting intensity was anything to go by. And Nora… well, she had much experience with her firsthand. She didn't know how Ren dealt with it all. If the two of them met… Pyrrha was worried they might cause some sort of muscular flexing bombastic singularity! It scared her. Truly. It worried her deep into her bones. Never must the two meet, she resolved.

She moved on, much faster, to ward off Nora's upcoming, "You should introduce me!"

"N-Next, Yuri! Yuri is the quietest among us. I… don't know that much about her, now that I am thinking about it. She lives in a world with only one City? And seems thoughtful. She rarely speaks unless she has something meaningful to say."

"Sounds like Ren!" Nora eagerly pointed out. For his part, Ren, who Pyrrha feared might have fallen asleep, simply shrugged.

She felt somewhat ashamed of the fact that she did not have more to say about the person from the City. Logically, she knew it was not her own fault that Yuri had not said more in the Node. But at the same time, she felt as if she should give each of her Nodemates equal time in her team's spotlight, Undyne aside for completely justified reasons. The fact that she simply couldn't was somewhat grating.

"Finally, there's the moderator, who started this whole project. They go by ModScarlet, and their goal is to improve 'multiverse coherency.' I'm not entirely sure what that means, honestly, and they've been somewhat frustrating to talk to."

Nora and Jaune both opened their mouths, presumably to ask more questions. But Pyrrha held up a hand to forestall them just for a little bit. "Before you or I say anything more, can you do me a favor?

"Can we please keep this just between us?"

Once again, Pyrrha was just self aware enough to know that this was probably a bad idea. She was dealing with alien forces here. Even magic, if her Node-mates were to be believed. Frankly, even though she was probably one of the best students at Beacon Academy for shouldering this burden, that did not change the fact that she was still a student. Faculty, diplomats, leaders and shakers, kings in all but name and Huntsmen storied… Any and all of them had more credibility to speak on behalf of Beacon, of Vale, of Remnant as a whole. Pyrrha, by comparison, was a mere more-competent-than-average child, even if she'd technically reached her age of majority. In a perfect world, she would hand this responsibility (and make no mistake, that was the way she viewed the Node: a responsibility) off to, say, Professor Ozpin, Headmaster Lionheart. She would barely hesitate. Her preference would have been to retain her largely normal school life, free of Witches and monsters and slightly mutated mice and the moderator's constant caginess. Wash her hands of the matter.

(She really did get the sense that there was something they weren't telling her. She just couldn't figure it out. And she was too polite to pry.)

That wasn't the world she lived in. Apparently, it wasn't the world that any of the Node users lived in. And since this onus fell solely on Pyrrha, she figured it was up to her discretion as to how she wished to deal with it. Call her selfish, but she still wanted to try and preserve that normal school life as best as possible, even if it may have been a fanciful daydream in the first place.

"I assume you would prefer it if we didn't tell Team RWBY (Ruby) about this," Ren commented.

The thought did give her pause. Much like with her own team, Team RWBY was a group of Huntresses-in-training that she would trust with her life. Both because they were good, honest people and because they could easily hold their own in a fight. In a straight duel, Pyrrha was stronger than any individual among Ruby, Weiss, Blake, or Yang. But as a team, RWBY was likely superior to JNPR as a whole.

That said… Ren was right. She didn't want them to know. They had their own issues to deal with. Yang and Weiss were both busy setting up for the annual dance in Team CFVY's stead. Blake was conducting her investigations into the White Fang. And Ruby… well, okay, Ruby probably wasn't up to anything, but Pyrrha wasn't just going to tell one member of the team.

…Pyrrha didn't want them to look at her differently. Was that too much to ask?

"Yes," she responded.

Jaune suddenly straightened, winced, and let a vague look of despair come across his face. "Ugh. I'm going to forget about this and blab, like I almost did with Blake. Guys, can you remind me if I'm about to screw up?"

Pyrrha would have reassured him, but Nora beat her to the punch. "Jaune, come on! You definitely won't forget! And that's because, if you do, I'll hit you right in the face with my hammer!"

"Ahahahaha… please don't."

Pyrrha smiled. She had the best friends.
 
Chapter 5: BONETROUSLE

Chapter 5: BONETROUSLE


Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
ModScarlet: Oh! That's a very good question!
ModScarlet: All members of this Node are drawn from a pool of candidates that possess some form of exceptionalism.
ModScarlet: This can take many forms, but most commonly consists of sentient beings with powers or abilities that violate the conventional laws of physics of their respective realities.
ModScarlet: I assume you come from a world that understands physics, at least to some extent?
test: stuff like gravity and electricity?
ModScarlet: Probably!
ModScarlet: Anything that doesn't seem to make sense, according to those.
test: ya
test: thats the thing, tho.
test: I dont.
test: no powers.
test: theyre a thing in my world.
test: superheroes and supervillains with superpowers, parahumans and capes
test: im not among them.
ModScarlet: Hm. That's not entirely unheard of.
ModScarlet: Perhaps you have the potential to gain superpowers? And simply haven't awakened them yet?
test: no.
test: powers on my world come from smthng in the brain.
test: "corona pollentia"
test: i dont have 1.
test: cant get powers
ModScarlet: Are you, by your most accurate reckoning, significantly above average in any mundane field?
ModScarlet: Athletics? Intelligence? Magic ability?
test: no.
test: magic isnt even a thing here wth.
test: i guess im pretty.
test: used to model
test: but its been a bit.
ModScarlet: Are you in possession of any abnormal artifacts or technology?
test: no.
test: no tinkertech here.
ModScarlet: Do you happen to personally know anyone who does fit into one of those categories?
ModScarlet: Someone with superpowers?
test: yes.
ModScarlet: That could be the reason, then.
ModScarlet: Association with the exceptional is a potential criteria.
ModScarlet: Sometimes, it's not what you can do, it's what who you know can do!
test: …
ModScarlet: Oh! That's not to say your inclusion in this Node is a mistake.
ModScarlet: If that's what you were thinking.
ModScarlet: Every candidate was chosen for this Node for a reason, of sorts.
ModScarlet: You're as qualified as anyone else here.
test: …thx for the encouragement.
test: and for answering my q.
ModScarlet: If you don't mind, what superpowered individual do you know?
test: nother time plz.
ModScarlet: Ah. Alright.
test: i need some time to think.








"Pant… pant…"

The Snowdin Canine Unit was an elite force of dog monsters, serving to protect the town of Snowdin as members of the Royal Guard.

"I can't… I can't move! I can't see things that can't move! Does that mean I'm i-i-invisible?

Their storied lineage stretched back to the very founding of the Underground.

"We're so tired… I think we might vomit."

Their noses had been tested on the sweetest of bisicles and the stinkiest of human trash.

"(No, seriously, we actually might.)"

They were utterly beyond reproach in every way.

Whine…

Still
, Undyne couldn't help but think, looking at the exhausted dogpile before her, I think I might've been a little too lenient on these guys.

"Come on, troops!" she valiantly attempted to rally. "It's only been three hours!"

The only response was a chorus of groans, dejected barks, and warbling arfs—no, sorry. Warbling barfs. Damn, the Dogi really did throw up.

Undyne sighed, resigning herself to the fact that her planned-out sixteen-hour exercise schedule was going to get knocked off track.

"Alright, alright… Take a break, take a break! We'll meet back in… whenever you're feeling better!" she shouted, much to the relief of her trainees.

Ugh. Undyne wanted to complain. Too bad 01 and 02 were off patrolling Hotland, so she had no one to complain to.

Actually. No! She had this stupid chat in her head! A captive audience!

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Undyne: Guys.
Undyne: Guys.
Yuri: …Yes?
Pyrrha: I think we're all girls, here, by my understanding.
Undyne: Girls.
Undyne: Girls.
Yuri: What is it?
Yuri: You sound urgent.
Undyne: It's not.
Undyne: That said.
Undyne: I'm the Captain of the Royal Guard.
Undyne: I've got people working under me.
Undyne: Soldiers, working for the good of all monsterdom.
Undyne: Unfortunately.
Undyne: They're all WUSSES!
Undyne: Was it TOO MUCH of me to expect them to wake up at 3:00 AM?
Yuri: Um…
Undyne: Should I have SHORTENED their sixteen-hour training schedule?
Pyrrha: How long?
Undyne: They lack willpower, drive!
Undyne: Determination!
Undyne: How am I supposed to work with this?
Pyrrha: Aren't you being a little extreme?
Yuri: Sixteen hours is a lot, even for the Wings…
Pyrrha: Wings?


"UNDYNE! UNDYNE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?"

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Undyne: It's Papyrus!
Pyrrha: …Wings are papyrus?
Undyne: No, what?
Undyne: It's his name!
Undyne: Papyrus is his name!


The monster who possessed the name of Papyrus was jogging over through the Snowdin treeline. Undyne gave him a toothy wave.

"Heya, Papyrus! We're training!"

"WOWZA! THE ROYAL GUARD TRAINS AT SIX IN THE MORNING? INCREDIBLE! SUCH DEDICATION!"

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Pyrrha: …Okay. Who is Papyrus, then?
Undyne: He's a great guy!
Undyne: Bit of a childish weirdo, and man is his self-esteem stronger than titanium.
Undyne: But he's so unfailingly nice, all the time!
Undyne: Always smiling, always complimenting people…
Undyne: Even if you brush him off or insult him, he still treats you like a friend?
Undyne: It's like he doesn't understand the concept of "people can be mean", at all!
Pyrrha: He sounds like quite the character.
Undyne: Yeah.
Undyne: Only issue is, he wants to be part of the Royal Guard.
Undyne: I don't think he has what it takes.
Yuri: You think he's too weak?
Undyne: Nope.
Undyne: He's too kind.
Pyrrha: Since when is that not a virtue?
Undyne: If I let him into the Royal Guard…
Undyne: He'd walk straight up to a human like Kyoko with open, friendly, smiling arms.
Undyne: And she'd rip him open.
Undyne: Into friendly, smiling shreds.
Undyne: I've been trying to dissuade him.
Undyne: Oh!
Undyne: Maybe I can impress upon him how awful the training for the Royal Guard is!


"Actually," Undyne said, "We've been training since 3:00 AM! Dogamy and the Dogaressa just threw up, it's so intense! The rest of the Snowdin Canine Unit is just as exhausted!"

Papyrus gasped. "OH NO! THAT'S TERRIBLE! I WASN'T AWARE THAT BEING IN THE ROYAL GUARD COULD BE SO BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH!"

Undyne allowed herself to feel a fleeting moment of hope.

"CLEARLY, THIS MEANS THAT YOU ARE IN NEED OF MEDICAL AND MOTIVATIONAL HELP. HELP FROM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

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Undyne: Welp.
Undyne: It didn't work.
Yuri: …Sorry?
Undyne: I expected this.
Undyne: He's a really determined guy.


"I ONLY NEED A SINGLE MOMENT! TO CHANGE OUT OF MY BATTLE BODY! AND THEN…"

Papyrus struck a pose of intense longing. Undyne raised a finger, opening her mouth to speak, to cut him off. But she thought better of it.

"I WILL PROVE MYSELF! WITH THE PRACTICAL APPLICATION OF MY NUMEROUS TALENTS! YOU WILL BE SO WOWED, YOU WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO ACCEPT ME IN THE ROYAL GUARD! JUST YOU WAIT!"

With that final monologue, Papyrus cartwheeled away in the direction of his house. Undyne and the dogs all watched him go, faces etched in various shades of confusion.

"...He moves so much, but he didn't give us any pets?"

Growls and grumbles of discontent.

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Undyne: Great.
Undyne: Now my men are complaining about not getting any pets.
Pyrrha: …Excuse me?
Pyrrha: Did you say your men wanted pets?
Undyne: Oh, did I not mention it?
Undyne: The Snowdin Canine Unit consists entirely of dog monsters.
Undyne: And dogs LOVE to be pet.
Pyrrha: …I'm going to ignore that, I think.
Pyrrha: Your world is straining my sanity enough.
Pyrrha: Can I instead ask why you wish to hunt humans so badly?
Pyrrha: I assume there's a logical explanation for that?


Undyne started mentally going over her speech on monsters and human souls and the barrier again.

Then she realized that she'd already given an explanation, of sorts, to Yuri. She mentally changed channels, pulling up the exposition she'd already stated, and started more-or-less copying it into the public channel. By the time she'd finished, Papyrus had returned with an absolutely ridiculous outfit. Undyne wouldn't deign to describe it, even in her own mind.

"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY! PREPARE YOURSELF FOR… THE PAPYRUS TRAINING ASSISTANCE SPECIAL!"

…He didn't even know what they were doing. The Canine Unit looked between themselves, then glanced at Papyrus, who started doing some strange version of an exercise routine that Undyne, once again, refused to describe in any capacity.

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Undyne: Oh no.
Undyne: Papyrus is a skeleton.
Undyne: Dogs love bones.
Pyrrha: Should we… be concerned?
Undyne: Maybe.


"...Let's get 'im."

BARK! BARK!

Papyrus did a very good job of keeping his skull cheerful and voice from wavering. Or perhaps he simply did not understand the situation he was in, oblivious goofball that he was.

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT! COME ON, GET THOSE BODIES MOVING! PUMP THOSE HEARTS! NOT THAT I WOULD KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PERSONALLY, BUT—AIIIEEEEE!!!!"

Things happened to Papyrus. Undyne continued refusing to narrate them. The dogs weren't directly harming him, so she didn't feel the need. Plus, it at least got them up and moving again.

"hi."

Undyne whipped about, caught completely by surprise. A spear started to form in her hand, but then she realized it was just Sans. Sans the skeleton.

"Jeez, you startled me! Why do you keep sneaking up on me?"

"because you're really easy to sneak up on?"

Undyne, as usual, completely understood Papyrus's desire to smack his brother a new one. Then it occurred to her that she'd literally never seen Sans awake before the start of his shift as a sentry, and sometimes even then.

"Why are you up so early?"

Sans gave a carefree shrug.

"paps woke me up. said something about you and was out the door. i wanted to know what was going on."

He paused.

"what's going on? i can't really tell."

"Your brother is… "helping" the Snowdin Canine Unit train. I… did not ask for this."

"heh. that sounds like him. what a great guy, y'know?"

Undyne could agree with that.

Come to think of it, everyone in the Node except for Kyoko and maybe Scarlet was also awake, weren't they? What was up with that?

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Undyne: Monster history aside, why are you all up so early?
Pyrrha: I am doing some homework for Professor Port's class.
Pyrrha: I spent far too long last night talking with my teammates about the Node, and neglected to finish.
Yuri: You told people about the Node?
Pyrrha: I did have reservations.
Pyrrha: But I trust my team.
Pyrrha: I'll tell you about them, sometime.
Undyne: What about you, Yuri?
Yuri: Oh, right!
Yuri: I'm preparing for a Canard case, later today.
Yuri: It involves excavating an abandoned restaurant.
Yuri: The promiser stated that it will likely involve some mildly dangerous pests.
Yuri: So I am studying the blueprints.


"hm. why are you doing this so early?" Sans abruptly asked.

"Huh?"

"just curious."

It was a pretty good question.

Look. It wasn't like Undyne didn't KNOW she was being a wee bit unreasonable. She probably should've dialed things back, like, four hours. 12 hours of work a day was doable, right? Yeah. And she didn't NEED to wake up the Canine Unit at such a miserable hour. She herself was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation too, possibly even more so than her subordinates. She'd been out here all night, clearing the clearing for their training session, after all. And it wasn't as if she'd slacked on the training routine either; probably the only reason the Guard hadn't gone into open revolt. She demanded 200%, but she gave just as much!

…Yeah. It was exhausting. But she needed to do this. She wasn't trying to be mean. She wasn't a SADIST. But. You know. Cruel to be kind. Was that how the saying went?

…They weren't ready. The monsters she knew just weren't ready. Not strong enough. Not brutal enough. The Royal Guard was better prepared than Papyrus, but that was a low, low bar to clear. This hellish day was meant to be a wake-up call. A jolt. A breaking of complacency.

She still might tone it down over the next couple of days, though.

In the end, she brushed Sans off.

"Someone said to me that training for so long with such intensity was impossible. Well. NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!"

"mmhm. ok."

Sans continued to watch his brother have indescribable things done to him by Snowdin's dogs with a smile on his face. Undyne was reminded that, technically, the lazy skeleton did work for her.

"HEY! Hold on a second! If you have time to hang out and gawk here, you have time to do your job! Get outta here!"

"sure thing, boss."

And then, true to form, he sidled off in the exact opposite direction of either of his sentry stations. Undyne wanted to yell at him for it, but she knew him well enough at this point. If she were to make a mad dash and check his post, he'd somewhere manage to be there, probably asleep. That guy and his "shortcuts"... She figured it was because he was too lazy to follow the laws of physics.

"*HUFF, HUFF* YOU GUYS ARE… DOING A FANTASTIC JOB! *HUFF HUFF* KEEP IT UP, AND YOU MAY ONE DAY CATCH UP TO ME! THOUGH I HOPE NOT LITERALLY!"

Undyne chuckled, before picking up a spear and joining in on the fun. She had the most amazing junior. Somehow.






The child was on Office contract. She had mentioned it earlier, but it bore repeating. The Office she was currently working for specialized in excavation. Abandoned buildings and facilities, in the City, frequently became overtaken by hostile entities, and thus excavation Offices were hired by prospective buyers or even looters. Whoever paid. Though, on occasion, if the excavation Office discovered a site of particular value coupled with manageable risk, they might consider attempting to explore the site themselves, on their own An and accepting full liability.

For those so inclined, excavation provided a number of benefits compared to straight combat or straight investigation. It required elements of both, but required less skill in both. One who had not specialized their talents could flourish in excavation. And in well-funded Offices, ones with proper reconnaissance and research teams, risk to the Fixers doing their delving could be almost minimized, as long as the Office could continue to fund and find work, of course.

This was not one of those Offices.

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Kyoko: Hey. Moderator.
Kyoko: Got something for you.
Kyoko: You said pocket dimensions are great for powering the Node?
ModScarlet: Well, technically it's not so much that they provide the Node any power.
ModScarlet: And more that inherent properties of pocket dimensions can be analyzed in order to build a foundation and understanding of space-time properties unique to your universe, thus reducing the load on the Node via increasing the efficiency of your connection.
Kyoko: …Yeah, whatever.
Kyoko: Witches create pocket dimensions called Labyrinths.
Kyoko: Grief Seeds are the cores of the Witches.
Kyoko: Anything you can do with that?


The contract, this time, had been offered by a would-be restaurant owner, who had recently purchased the rights to a now-dilapidated gyros place. He had, upon his own inspection, noted that the building was infested with slightly-more-frustrating than usual fauna, and designated the job as an Urban Myth. And so, he had provided the blueprints of the building, as was customary, assuming it would be all that was necessary to complete the job.

In a sense, his initial analysis was not entirely incorrect.

"Hello! You're being evicted! Don't worry, I'll make it quick~"

See, a family of Rats had taken up a stealthy residence within the old building. And this group of poor, hungry, Backstreets dwellers…they were disinclined to give up their home. And such as human nature led, the only possible outcome was violence.

A true shame, for the Rats.

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ModScarlet: Quite possibly.
ModScarlet: Though I will note that I am still quite upset with you!
ModScarlet: And while I appreciate your efforts to reach out to your Nodemates and get along yesterday,
ModScarlet: That does not mean I trust you with Core access just yet!
Kyoko: Fine by me.
ModScarlet: …Excuse me?


The child called Yuri was… practiced, in the act of combat. As any Fixer ought to be. But it was practice born by necessity, by trial of fire. She had entered a business where one either learned to kill or learned to die, and her resolution to survive was too great for her to consider the latter. This was not to say that the child had talent, however. Every scrap of skill and power she had, she'd bought with hard-earned cash, or traded with blood, for scars and wounds she couldn't afford to heal. Violence did not come easily to her.

It didn't especially matter here. The Rats had even less combat ability than her. And she had the support of an Office behind her. Aya and Hopkins stood at a slight distance, gunning down those that tried to escape. 'Massacre' would not be an inaccurate term to describe what had happened.

Within minutes, eleven Rats lay dead on the ground, cut apart by the child's sword or filled with projectile wounds. All remaining could relax, as the job was now considered complete. And the child could afford to pay attention to the Node once more as she cleaned her blade.

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Kyoko: I could use this Grief Seed too, y'know.
Kyoko: Magical Girls need Grief Seeds to replenish our magic.
Kyoko: I was offering this as a gift.
Kyoko: If you say you need to grant Core access to accept it, and you don't want to do that, so be it.
Kyoko: Hell if I care.
Kyoko: Though, I'm guessing it'll make it harder for you to do your "multiverse coherency" thing.
Pyrrha: Are you…threatening the moderator?
Kyoko: Am I?
Kyoko: I'm just making some guesses.
Yuri: …The Moderator has the power to reach into your minds from across the multiverse.
Yuri: Is it really such a good idea to antagonize them?
Kyoko: First off, nothing new to me. I talk to Kyubey all the time.
Kyoko: Second. Again. This just comes down to how much the Mod wants to fulfill their agenda.
Kyoko: Maybe I get cool superpowers outta it? But I'm fine the way I am.


The child resisted the urge to scream. What was Kyoko doing? She had read the descriptions of the Node's potential powers. They all seemed useful. And she needed the Moderator's permission to use any of them. And make no mistake: she understood just how useful they could be. Pyrrha, she suspected, was more powerful than she seemed at first glance. Undyne had access to a whole world of 'monsters,' all of which almost certainly barred from the City but potentially helpful regardless. And Kyoko had given the entire Node a demonstration of her prowess.

In this City, every tiny edge counted for something. It could be the difference between life and death.

This was more than a tiny edge. This was potentially a power to rival a Singularity.

She couldn't seem desperate. That was the best way to be taken advantage of. To reveal how deeply you desired something was to scream to the world just how much they could charge you for it. How much they could cut away and break off of you. She couldn't express how upset she was with Kyoko's flaunting, with her arrogance, her pride in power. She couldn't beg the Magical Girl to reconsider, to lay down upon the Moderator's mercy, the hope that they wouldn't smite her for her arrogance.

There was nothing she could do.

"Don't you just stand there, Yuri. Help me harvest these corpses."

The child must not have hid her distaste well enough, for Hopkins gave her a filthy sneer. One meant for those that showed contempt.

"What, do you think you're too high-ranked to do such filthy work? Feathers of a Wing don't play around in the shit? It is this kind of work that keeps our Office afloat, don't you know?"

It is worth noting that the child was not unused to handling human corpses. Death was frequent at her old place of work, and she was of low enough rank that it often fell to her to clean up sites of death. From placing what remained of the body into bags to mopping and scrubbing the blood off of the halls. She had gone through all of the steps of corpse disposal.

The issue, here, was that the child found the process of gut-harvesting disrespectful. When the slain had died and would not be able to object or complain any further, their corpse was often all that was left of them. And given that… it made sense to attempt one final gesture for them before placing their memory out of mind. The butchering and profiting involved with Hopkins' operation… it didn't sit well. The Rats may have only been Rats, but it felt like a grave desecration.

…She was the Office's junior. Hopkins was her senior. There was nothing she could do. She bent down, accepted the proffered surgical tools, and began to cut.

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Yuri: I guess that makes sense for you, Kyoko.
Kyoko: So, ModScarlet. Whatcha say?
ModScarlet: I'm thinking.
ModScarlet: You're correct, in the abstract.
ModScarlet: It is the goal of the Node to make your contexts more similar.
ModScarlet: But achieving this requires maintaining the connections to your contexts.
ModScarlet: Which requires you ladies to not kill each other.
Kyoko: You're blowing things out of proportion.
ModScarlet: Undyne, how close did you come to death?
Undyne: I don't have to tell you that.
ModScarlet: A different question, then.
ModScarlet: If Kyoko were to return to your context, would you engage in mortal combat again?
Undyne: …
Undyne: Maybe?
Yuri: …That was not the correct answer, Undyne!
ModScarlet: I believe my proportions are adequate.
ModScarlet: So I do not believe your dichotomy is as convincing as you believe.
ModScarlet: I will prioritize your collective survival over expediting Node efficiency.
ModScarlet: While I am technically not supposed to interfere with the actions of Node participants, reenabling the Cores is currently within my discretion.
ModScarlet: I will use that while I still can.
Kyoko: Hm.
Kyoko: Does that mean you wouldn't be able to do anything if I, say, decided to kill myself?
Pyrrha: Kyoko!
ModScarlet: Uh.
ModScarlet: I'd recommend against it?
ModScarlet: But I can't stop that for the most part.


"You idiot. You've sliced the intestine straight open. This length is ruined. I should dock this out of your pay. Try again with this next one."

It seemed that Hopkins was in a good mood today. He was giving her a second opportunity, only lambasting her briefly. He revealed why moments later, as she managed to extract the guts from the Rat to his standards this time.

"We've gotten quite lucky today. That foolish restauranteur misclassified the threat level of this job. And we were still able to handle it without greater expenditure. We'll be able to charge twice and a half for our work here, and Hana will surely support that."

He glanced over at the child's work, deemed it satisfactory, and continued, voice thoughtful. "Then again, you're working at a flat-rate contract, aren't you? So this doesn't apply to you. A shame… you did an adequate and efficient job on the front line today."

It was a false sympathy, a meaningless compliment. It was not as if he was going to make it up to her, nor pay her extra. A comment, not an offer. She simply had to accept it nonetheless.

The child placed the most recent set of guts into a U Corp stasis container, then moved to the next corpse. But Hopkins gestured for her to stop.

"None of the rest of these are worth anything. Can't you see how our attacks have ruined the organs? Leave them alone. Go talk with Aya or something, get more paperwork advice. I've taught you how to do this gritty work."

He hadn't taught her anything. But she took the dismissal for what it was and scampered out of there.

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ModScarlet: That said, I can see you guys are getting antsy about the Node.
ModScarlet: We'll talk more about this tomorrow.
ModScarlet: Kapiche?
Kyoko: Whatever.


Aya was just outside of the building, and had just finished communicating with the client. She turned to the child as she approached, putting a slight grin on her face.

"Yuri, good to see you aren't hurt. Did Hopkins give you a hard time?"

She didn't trust herself to respond, and her senior took the information from her pained expression.

"Ah… I hope you'll forgive him. He cares too much. We don't strictly need this revenue, y'know? But he builds a buffer for if work dries up or in case of emergency, and that's probably worth having."

Aya shrugged. "It's probably good for him to get back to his roots every now and then~ Keeps him from getting a big head. I'm sorry you got dragged into it."

"...It's fine," was all the child said.

…This Office. It was far from the best. But it had accepted her, to some degree. Yuri couldn't help but think she was lucky to have it. And at least one senior who cared.
 
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Chapter 6: Why Can't Anyone Feel My Hurt?

Chapter 6: Why Can't Anyone Feel My Hurt?

Downtime, for the child, was not truly a time for respite. It was true that, when she was not working, she had time to sleep, time to eat, and space to recuperate from injury in the privacy of her home. A physical relief of burdens, which she supposed counted for something. But mentally, home was no respite at all.

She did not enjoy work as a Fixer. But she almost preferred it to being alone in a room with only worries and harsh memories for company.

Though, on a second spin of that thought, she realized it was untrue. The Node was an ever-present diversion, was it not? And she did have a question to ask.

The child had come around on the multiversal construct, over the past few days. At first, she had considered it a distraction, a line for inane chatter of no consequence. Much of what the Moderator had said was beyond her comprehension. Talk of multiverses and cosmologies had little to do with day-to-day life in the City. Especially in the Backstreets, where survival was the primary idea of each dawn. She had participated out of social obligation and idle curiosity.

Then, the Moderator had revealed the Node's true purpose, and the capabilities offered. Yet, before she'd had time to process or consider, those capabilities, those powers had been lost to her. …She thought she might despise Kyoko and Undyne, just the tiniest bit for that. But it was history, at this point. Cooperation, being someone that could be cooperated with, was key right now.

Those capabilities… The Node's Cores, too, had been the object of changing opinion. Her gut reaction had been to attempt to utilize them to gain an edge as a Fixer, or to obtain exotic resources from other worlds. The two Blur Cores seemed the most valuable for this. She could rise in the ranks, in the City.

But recently, she'd had another thought, one that almost didn't suit her at all. The child wondered if she could transcend the City itself.

Marvelously selfish and ambitious.

She shot a query into the chat as she changed, preparing for bed.

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Yuri: Moderator, I have a question.
Yuri: …Moderator?
Undyne: Looks like they're busy.
Undyne: Or something.
Pyrrha: I wonder what they do when they are not here?
Kyoko: Probably the same thing as the rest of us when we're bein' quiet. Who cares?
Yuri: …Kyoko, actually.
Kyoko: What?
Yuri: I was looking at the Core descriptions.
Yuri: I wanted to ask the Moderator about how the Summoning Core worked.
Yuri: What does it mean to 'extrude' between realms?
Yuri: Questions like that.
Yuri: But you have firsthand experience.
Yuri: Could you…?
Kyoko: Sure. Why not?
Kyoko: Ask away.
Yuri: Can you just…
Yuri: Tell me about what it was like?
Kyoko: I gained access to a second body in Undyne's world.
Kyoko: Exactly the same as my normal one, I think.
Kyoko: Could control it as if I'd been practicing for years.
Kyoko: Which isn't far from the truth now that I think about it!
Kyoko: When you oh-so-kindly handed over control of the Cores to the moderator, I lost that body.
Kyoko: Disappeared.
Kyoko: Something of a strange yet familiar feeling, to be honest.
Kyoko: I haven't had control over multiple selves in years.
Yuri: So it wasn't truly a form of transportation…
Kyoko: No. More like a temporary illusion.
Undyne: Illusion, my ass.
Kyoko: Ha. You'd know.
Kyoko: But it wasn't real.
Kyoko: Everything felt real, looked real.
Kyoko: I could smell the damp, hear rushing water.
Kyoko: Look Undyne straight in the eye as I was stabbing her.
Undyne: Are you screwing with me!?!
Kyoko: But I wasn't actually there.
Yuri: So it's more like… a projection?
Yuri: Fuck.
Kyoko: Sure, whatever.
Pyrrha: If that's true, then this entire conflict with poor Scarlet has abruptly become ridiculous.
Pyrrha: Undyne.
Pyrrha: Do you understand what this means?
Undyne: …
Undyne: No?
Pyrrha: Kyoko was not truly there, during your battle.
Pyrrha: You were merely fighting a projection.
Pyrrha: If you had, Gods forbid, slain her, you would not have been able to claim her soul.
Pyrrha: You provoked her for nothing.
Pyrrha: You almost died for nothing.
Undyne: …
Undyne: GOD
Undyne: DAMN
Undyne: IT
Undyne: YOU'RE COMPLETELY RIGHT!
Undyne: NGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Pyrrha: You two have caused trouble for absolutely no reason.
Pyrrha: A completely pointless risk to someone's life.


The City had a very strange view on human life and its sanctity. This may seem like a strange tangent, there's a point here, promise! If you were to ask the average person in the City whether or not they valued human life, one would receive a myriad of answers. Some would claim they hold it in high regard, since the Head so clearly does as well. Some may brush it off, saying that individual humans mean nothing in the City. Yet more would claim that humans ought to be kinder to each other, since the state of affairs is so miserable for all. The medley of answers and beliefs forms the song of the City.

We all sing the same song, dance to the same tune. And when it comes down to it, nearly any person will kill any other to survive, to gain an advantage, or even for the pettiest of reasons. When death is an omnipresence, the spots of life that shine through seem all the more precious, don't they?

The child could understand Pyrrha's stance. But that did not necessarily mean she agreed with it.

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Kyoko: Know what? What right do you have to say that to us?
Kyoko: What do you know?
Kyoko: Come to think of it, we don't know the first thing about you.
Kyoko: Name and that's it?
Kyoko: Hell, don't know what kinda world you live in, either.
Kyoko: Spill.
Undyne: Kyoko's got a point.
Undyne: Some of us have bared our souls out here.
Yuri: …Weren't you just screaming in frustration?
Undyne: I RECOVER QUICKLY!
Pyrrha: I'm sorry.
Pyrrha: You are correct.
Pyrrha: I live in a city called Vale.
Kyoko: Huh, didn't expect you to jump right into it.
Pyrrha: Our world's greatest enemy is, by and large, the creatures of Grimm.
Pyrrha: They are a force that everybody understands. They strike fear into the hearts of every person on Remnant.
Yuri: Is that the name of your world?
Pyrrha: Oh! Yes.
Pyrrha: Sorry, again.
Pyrrha: It has been theorized that the Grimm are, fundamentally, an incarnation of anonymity.
Pyrrha: In practice, they take the form of creatures of black fur and white bone, imitating various natural-born animals.
Pyrrha: Their nature is to destroy humanity, to reduce our creations to ruin.
Pyrrha: If the Grimm were allowed to roam free, there would be no intelligent life remaining on this planet.


The child wondered. The macrocosm of the City had been built for humans, by humans. Under the rule of the Head, it stood as a monument to that idea: that humans should belong here. Despite the perpetuated cruelty, the technologies beyond comprehension, and the blistering wastes that lay just outside the walls, it had stood, unchanging, for hundreds if not thousands of years.

Were the beasts that lay waiting in the Outskirts as horrifying as those Pyrrha described? As the Witches that plagued Kyoko's reality? Or were they more like Undyne? Reasonable, rational?

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Pyrrha: Thankfully, that is not the case.
Pyrrha: Huntsmen and Huntresses fight tirelessly against the ever-encroaching Grimm threat.
Pyrrha: Not only that, they uphold the law and combat criminals.
Pyrrha: If Magical Girls are the heroes of Kyoko's world, and the Royal Guard the heroes of Undyne's…
Pyrrha: The Huntsmen are the heroes of mine.
Kyoko: Heh. You sound like a fangirl.
Kyoko: "Oooh, Huntsmen are so great and kind and fair!"
Kyoko: Gag me.
Pyrrha: I suppose you could say that I have a greater-than-average appreciation of their hard work and sacrifice.
Pyrrha: Would I be correct if I assumed you failed to receive much recognition for yours?
Kyoko: God. How old are you, anyway?
Kyoko: Spouting off crap like that to me?
Pyrrha: I am seventeen.
Pyrrha: What of the rest of you?
Yuri: …I am 25 years old.
Undyne: 22, probably!
Kyoko: Huh.
Kyoko: Ugh. I'm only fourteen.
Kyoko: Now I feel like a little kid.
Undyne: If it helps, I'm pretty sure you're more mature than I was at your age!
Undyne: I think I was still chasing around Old Man Boom when I was fourteen.
Undyne: Harassing mailpeople and Napstablook!
Undyne: Good times.


The child noticed a second avenue open up to her, in her mind. Even as Pyrrha continued to exposit on her reality. A second channel, one with a distinctly different feeling to it. The Node's main channel was public, and even in this short period of time, had accumulated a culture to it. Anything said. Anything went. Simultaneously, there was a degree of levity to everything posted there. This private channel, she sensed, was only accessible to her and one other. And to go through the effort to send something privately… she suspected there would be a matching amount of seriousness. It had been the case for the private channel Undyne had created, after all.

Node1127: Private Channel with Pyrrha
Pyrrha: May I ask why you were upset by Kyoko's explanation of the Node's "Summoning Core"?
Pyrrha: I understand that this is a strange thing to fixate upon. But it struck me as strange. And you didn't elaborate.
Pyrrha: It does seem quite convenient, allowing you to go about your daily life while still being able to visit strange lands, with no one the wiser.


It was still Pyrrha. Double-posting across channels.

The child did not know what to think of her, at the moment. The lecture on Remnant had been one of the longest stretches the otherworlder had ever spoken. And even when she did speak, she did not reveal much about herself.

She presented as having a strong sense of justice, and a value for human life that she might be willing to act upon. It was almost solely due to Pyrrha Nikos that the child had not been more talkative in the Node. See, both Undyne and Kyoko were not ones to shy away from violence. That much had been made abundantly clear by their very first interaction. She figured that they, if no one else, would understand life in the City. What it took, and what it took from you. They both seemed quite willing to shed blood themselves. But Pyrrha…

Justice, by some definitions, is simply a sense of what one finds intolerable. And the ability and desire to act on it. The girl from Remnant found murder intolerable, and claimed that she would prevent it. So the child found herself often second-guessing herself. Sharing as little as was necessary. Undyne and Kyoko, both seemed powerful enough that they did not care. But the child knew that she was not a great power, in this Node.

What did she have to say? What could she say?

Node1127: Private Channel with Pyrrha
Yuri: It is unfortunate because I was hoping it would allow me to leave my world.
Yuri: Permanently.
Yuri: Instead of a means for escapism…
Yuri: I was hoping it would be a means for escape.
Pyrrha: Is your world truly so terrible?
Yuri: There is a saying.
Yuri: "The grass is always greener on the other side."
Pyrrha: I've heard of it, or at least something similar.
Yuri: Then you understand.
Yuri: When I was younger, my parents would tell me horror stories of the Outskirts.
Yuri: They would say that the humans living there would kill to live in the City.
Yuri: More than usual.
Yuri: To escape the horrors and monsters that live out there.
Yuri: I should feel grateful, they said, to live here.
Yuri: As someone who has seen horrors and monsters of the City…
Yuri: I'm not so sure.
Yuri: What I am sure about is that they are thinking the same thing that I am.
Yuri: "Anything has to be better than this."
Pyrrha: Oh.
Pyrrha: I am so sorry.
Pyrrha: This may be a small consolation, given that the summoning mechanic does not work as you'd hoped.
Pyrrha: But you should know that if you make your way to Remnant, I will ensure you have a place here.
Yuri: …Do you have that power? That strength?
Yuri: Or is this an empty promise just to make me feel better?


There was a long pause before the next reply. So long, in fact, that the child grew worried.

Node1127: Private Channel with Pyrrha
Yuri: …Oh.
Yuri: I see.
Pyrrha: No, hold on.
Pyrrha: I'm sorry! For the pause.
Pyrrha: The question simply caught me by surprise and made me laugh.
Yuri: Was there something funny about what I said?
Pyrrha: Only from my point of view.
Pyrrha: From yours, I understand. The question was not unreasonable!
Pyrrha: But you see, this is quite possibly the first time someone has asked me this.
Pyrrha: "Are you powerful enough?"
Pyrrha: "Do you have the strength?"
Yuri: Does that mean… you're some kind of big shot Fixer?
Yuri: But I thought you were still in school?
Yuri: A college student?
Pyrrha: It is true that I am still in higher education.
Pyrrha: I believe I mentioned that I attend Beacon Academy, back when I was introducing myself.


The child scrolled through the history of the Node, and found just that. Kyoko had made the offhanded comment that the name was meaningless to her, though things had progressed too quickly for anyone to request elaboration. In hindsight, a lot of things had happened quite rapidly in the first day or two. She might have to go back and reread it more in-depth. Perhaps she'd catch something useful.

Node1127: Private Channel with Pyrrha
Yuri: Yes.
Pyrrha: Beacon Academy is a premier Huntsman Academy.
Yuri: …You are a Huntress.
Yuri: You didn't say.
Pyrrha: Well, I am still in training.
Pyrrha: And I have personal reasons for not doing so, at this moment.
Pyrrha: The novelty of Kyoko assuming that I am helpless, a noncombatant, is a primary contributor.
Pyrrha: No one has ever treated me like a weakling before!
Pyrrha: Even Jaune treated me like an equal at worst, when we first met!
Yuri: Jaune?
Yuri: One of the teammates you mentioned?
Pyrrha: Yes!
Pyrrha: Though that is not the point.
Pyrrha: I am well known even among Beacon students, though I would prefer if you didn't spread that around.
Pyrrha: If I were to vouch for you, I am sure you would have a place in Vale, assuming you behaved reasonably.
Yuri: …There has to be some kind of catch.


There always was. The child refused to blindly believe in charity. Everyone, in the City, was self-interested. Selfish. It was simply human nature, and is there anything truly wrong with that? Even Aya, she was sure, had her own reasons for favoring her. The idea that Pyrrha Nikos, otherworlder and apparently a notable talent on Remnant, would simply assist her free of charge… unbelievable.

In this particular scenario…perhaps she should not have doubted her.

Node1127: Private Channel with Pyrrha
Yuri: What do you want in exchange?
Yuri: Do you want my services as a disposable Fixer?
Yuri: Information on Lobotomy Corporation? The Abnormalities?
Yuri: I'll sign a contract with Öufi if you need a sign or guarantee.
Pyrrha: Yuri…
Pyrrha: I don't know what those are.
Pyrrha: And I would not "dispose" of you.
Yuri: Then what?
Yuri: There has to be something!


The child's hands were clenched. Fists, shaking. If her voice were audible, it would be wavering.

Node1127: Private Channel with Pyrrha
Pyrrha: Yuri.
Pyrrha: We will figure out a method to move between worlds.
Pyrrha: I'm starting to see why you dislike your world so much, if this is what you have come to expect for assistance from a friend.


Were they friends?, the child wondered. They barely knew each other. Their only connection was through this Node. How could she say such a thing so easily, so freely?

Node1127: Private Channel with Pyrrha
Yuri: …
Yuri: If that is truly the case, then thank you.
Yuri: You have no idea how much this means to me.


Freedom… the thought was intoxicating. Countless Citydwellers had tried to free themselves from the City's shackles. As far as she knew, all of them had failed. If she could be the exception…

The child dared hold onto a fleeting spark of genuine promise.

Then, she buckled down, came down from the clouds, and returned to the surface of the City. If this didn't work out, she would not break. She refused. She'd face her reality as usual, one day at a time.

If nothing else, she had the L Corp contract to look forward to.






Dead Witch. That much, was a non-issue.

Dead family. A mom and her daughter. That stung a fair bit more, she could admit.

Kyoko hadn't even intended to go hunting Witches today, y'know? She had enough Grief Seeds stocked to keep her healthy for a good while now, even throwing away the one she would've given to the moderator. Only reason she'd fought this one was 'cause it happened to be on the way home from the market, she'd been taking a bit of a weird detour through the lesser-populated parts of the city, and she was in a good mood. Happenstance and nothing more. In any other timeline, she never would've even seen this Witch, let alone arrived in time to help. These two were doomed… pretty much no matter what.

Didn't stop the small ache of regret. She would've liked to be able to save 'em. In an ideal world, she would've saved them.

Yeah, she knew that she wasn't exactly the best person anymore. She didn't think that ideal hero, the girl that a younger girl had wanted to grow up to be, had ever existed, when she really put some thought into it. But it wasn't like she wanted people to die or nothin'. It was just… a waste, right? A waste of life. Sure, Witches may have been above humans on the food chain, and yeah she got that every Witch she didn't kill or delayed probably managed to off a couple, but…

These two didn't have to die. That was what she was getting at here. Maybe there wasn't a whole lot that coulda happened to save 'em. God knew she wasn't going to change her behavior.

…Look. It wasn't like she was actually gonna kill Undyne, right? She was just gonna rough her up a bit. Did, simply rough her up a bit. She couldn't take back any of the stuff she'd said, but she may have been exaggerating a bit.

Kyoko looked more closely at the Witch's victims. The mother, with dark hair and a white tank top. And the girl, with tufty green hair and cigarette burns on her face. Kyoko guessed they were caused by the Witch's influence. Their life forces had otherwise been straightforwardly drained, since they didn't seem to bear any other big wounds. Better than gory suicides, she supposed. Maybe they got to drift away quietly. Peacefully. She wondered if they were having a happy dream together in their final moments, before their souls got off to wherever they were going.

There was no telling.

The bodies would be found. But it'd take awhile. This house was out on the fringes of Kazamino, suburban. She doubted they had rent to pay, no landlord that'd pop up monthly; this may not have been the best house, but…she didn't really know how actually owning houses worked. Did people ever come around to check on you? Taxes or something? Either way, she didn't want these two decomposing in here.

After checking outside to make sure nobody was watching, she carefully dragged the duo to the door, left it slightly ajar so that someone would see, and absconded. The police would probably be called, and she guessed it'd be up to them from there, however they diagnosed it. Or maybe Kyubey would get involved before any normal people say. It was out of her hands now.

…Well. That was depressing. She needed to get her mind off things.

Fortunately, Yuri came to her rescue mere moments after the thought crossed her skull.

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Yuri: …I am curious.
Yuri: Does anyone know if it is possible for us to view each other's worlds?
Yuri: Verbal descriptions are helpful, but it would be nice to see Remnant with my own two eyes, for example.
ModScarlet: Sure. Do inputFlow.
Yuri: inputFlow
ModScarlet: With a slash in front.
Yuri: /inputFlow


Kyoko stumbled.

For a brief moment, she became aware of what it was like to not be herself. A snapshot of what it was like to be Yuri.

She was taller than Kyoko. Wearier. Jolts of discomfort and pain could be felt all over her body. Hair let down loose. Exhausted slouching. A weight was at her hip. She only saw out of one eye. She saw a desk covered in documents. A hand held a pen. The air smelt of ink and electricity. The sound of dead silence.

A dozen impressions, gone in an instant.

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Pyrrha: That was…
Undyne: The HELL was that?
Yuri: What happened?
Yuri: Did it work?
Kyoko: No kidding it worked.
Undyne: Is that what it's like to have a body made of flesh and bones and stuff?
Undyne: Crazy.
Pyrrha: You mean that yours isn't?
Undyne: Monsters are made of magic.
Undyne: Soulstuff.
Undyne: Hey, I'll show you what it's like!
Pyrrha: Uh.
Undyne: /inputFlow


Kyoko was slightly better prepared this time. She managed to take in a little more from this usage of the command.

Undyne, too, was taller than her. She figured this was gonna be a trend, given everyone was older than her. But her body had a really weird sorta…nebulousness to it? She didn't know the exact word, couldn't put the feeling into words. But it wasn't all there.

There were more teeth in her mouth. She was also missing an eye. And wearing a full set of armor that probably would've been heavy, but she was strong enough that it wasn't a burden. Skin that felt weirdly slimy, scaly. Through the slits in her helmet, she was looking at a gushing waterfall.

Most notably: No trace of the wounds Kyoko had inflicted a mere couple of days ago. Very unlike Yuri's aching body. She was right as fish-rain.

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Yuri: …Oh.
Yuri: That's certainly something.
Pyrrha: Strange. It's as if your entire body is made of Aura.
Undyne: Aura?
Pyrrha: If you don't have it…
Pyrrha: It's the manifestation of the soul.
Pyrrha: A barrier and a weapon, to protect one's self from harm.
Pyrrha: If your body is, itself, made of the soul, I suppose that makes sense.
Pyrrha: Yuri, you mentioned that you wanted to get a view of Remnant? Please give me a moment.
Yuri: Thank you.


Huh. Those two were surprisingly chummy now. Or was Kyoko reading too much into it?

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Pyrrha: Alright. This should be a fairly good perspective.
Pyrrha: Jaune and I occasionally sit up here to look down at Vale.
Pyrrha: /inputFlow


Pyrrha held her hair in a long ponytail, a lot like Kyoko's. The surface of her skin bristled with that same nebulousness, the stuff that Undyne's whole body felt. Kyoko wondered if that "Aura" thing was just so common on Remnant that even schmucks like Pyrrha had it.

She was clothed in what felt like a school uniform, formal wear on top of a skirt, dress shoes. Some kinda circlet around her forehead?

…Yeah, Kyoko had to hand it to her. The view was pretty spectacular. The city, itself, was a vibrant spread of buildings, streets. Some parts kinda resembled parts of downtown, with large skyscrapers and office buildings. Others looked more old-fashioned, Western. Like castles straight out of Europe. She could see all the way to the sea, which stretched towards the horizon. Cool airships straight out of a video game soared back and forth.

Vale was a very nice place.

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Kyoko: Wow. That's cool.
Pyrrha: I agree that this view of Vale is quite good.
Pyrrha: But you should see Mistral City.
Pyrrha: It's built over a mountain.
Pyrrha: So high up, that the mist blocks the bottom.
Kyoko: We're all doing this, then.
Kyoko: My turn.
Kyoko: /inputFlow


Kyoko wasn't picky, simply firing off the command. Nothing changed for her, but she guessed it probably sent to the rest of the Node the same way theirs did her.

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Pyrrha: Your world looks surprisingly normal.
Yuri: …I could have mistaken it for a nicer part of the Backstreets.
Yuri: I think I could also make out a bit of your reflection in a window.
Yuri: Would it be alright if we went through another round of this?
Yuri: I'd like faces to put to your names.


Kyoko shrugged, then realized that nobody could see that. She pulled over to a random car parked by the side of the road, positioned herself to capture as much as possible in the side-view mirror.

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Kyoko: Sure.
Kyoko: /inputFlow
Undyne: Yup.
Undyne: That's you alright.
Undyne: You look a little different, though.
Undyne: No sparkly red dress?
Kyoko: What, you think I wear the Magical Girl outfit every day? All the time?
Kyoko: My hoodie's great.
Undyne: I can get that.
Undyne: Anyway, this should be familiar to you.
Undyne: /inputFlow


Come to think of it, the helmet was new. And Undyne'd taken it off since her last snapshot, giving a full view of her face, as her reflection stared back from a pool of still water. Eyepatch, glowing yellow eye, blue skin, jagged mouth of teeth… yup, it was Undyne alright.

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Pyrrha: …Even for a Faunus, those traits would be somewhat extreme?
Undyne: Faunus?
Pyrrha: The other dominant species on Remnant.
Pyrrha: It's a little reductive to say this, but they are similar to humans, but with some animal features.
Pyrrha: Velvet Scarlatina, for example, is an upperclassman with rabbit ears.
Yuri: …I wonder, do they originate from humans?
Pyrrha: There has been much debate on the topic.
Pyrrha: No one knows.
Yuri: Okay.
Yuri: I made it to the bathroom mirror.
Yuri: /inputFlow


Yuri somehow managed to look even more tired than she felt. Instead of an eyepatch, she had a white cloth bandage over her missing eye. Her red hair fell straggly and loose, not well-taken care of.

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Pyrrha: Oh, I'm last, aren't I?
Pyrrha: I'm sorry.
Pyrrha: Hold on, let me fish my Scroll out.
Undyne: Like.
Undyne: A piece of paper?
Pyrrha: A Scroll is a handheld computing device.
Pyrrha: You can use it to make calls and take pictures.
Undyne: Oh, like a cellphone.
Pyrrha: …Sure?
Pyrrha: This should do.
Pyrrha: /inputFlow


The moment Pyrrha sent didn't just contain a photo of Pyrrha, held on a fancy-looking handheld. No, it had four people in the photo. A blonde, two redheaded girls, and a black-haired boy with a pink accent in his hair, all in a somewhat stylish black school uniform. Kyoko managed to identify Pyrrha as being on the left by the ponytail and headband.

Maybe it was a little silly to say this but… Pyrrha was really pretty? Tall, smiling, with bright green eyes. A really nice figure. Yeah, she was pretty in a western sorta way. She'd rock a Magical Girl dress.

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Yuri: This is you and your team?
Pyrrha: Yes!
Pyrrha: Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, me, and Lie Ren.
Pyrrha: We form Team JNPR.
Pyrrha: Pronounced 'Juniper', by the way.
Yuri: You four look very happy.
Yuri: They must be good teammates.
Pyrrha: I couldn't ask for better.


The image of the kid from before, the dead one with the green hair, popped up again in her head.

Hell.

…Everyone, in the Node, had brought up someone else. Someone else they cared about, that they interacted with on a daily basis. Yuri had her Office. Pyrrha, her team. Undyne, her guards and also Papyrus the skeleton not-a-guard.

When was the last time Kyoko had talked to another person? Like, for real? Not just passing conversation, or taunting some random fellow she'd just stolen from?



She had a telepathic construct in her head that let her talk with people from across the multiverse. She had power, a collection of Grief Seeds for security. Skill with a spear to match even the strongest magic. A freedom from authority that lotsa kids would kill for. She had it all.

And yet, Kyoko, at that moment, couldn't have felt more alone.
 
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Chapter 7: Burning the Candle

Chapter 7: Burning the Candle


Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
test: i see ur havin a hard time with kyoko
test: sorry.
ModScarlet: It is somewhat frustrating.
ModScarlet: You think it'd be easy to get the cooperation of my users since I'm offering them superpowers.
ModScarlet: But noooo. My Node is dysfunctional and couldn't get along if you paid them.
ModScarlet: And now they're trying to weasel concessions out of me?
ModScarlet: "Exceptional" apparently means "exceptionally annoying!"
test: sorry again.
test: if it helps im interested in powers.
test: but i think i have nothing to offer.
test: u said that basic laws of physics shit isnt exceptional.
test: not exotic
test: dont think plain ol electricity counts.
ModScarlet: Have you considered talking in the Node, yet?
ModScarlet: You seem reasonable, for the most part.
ModScarlet: Perhaps you could act as a moderating influence?
test: uh
test: isnt that literally ur job?
ModScarlet: Clearly, I'm not very good at it.
ModScarlet: Could you give the matter some thought?
test: …idk yet.
test: can i just give u some advice instead?
ModScarlet: Sure. I'll take anything, here.
test: u shld b more assertive.
test: u 2nd guess urself a lot.
test: & ovreact when u make mistakes.
test: stop it.
test: people notice when u dont have confidence.
test: so people wont have confidence in u either.
test: if u want kyoko & undyne & pyrrha to listen to u
test: u shld try to b some1 worth listening 2
test: like dont go overboard?
test: but mean what u say.
test: use "…" less
test: & dont fold when u fuck up
test: u have more power than u think here.
test: use it wisely.
ModScarlet: Huh.
ModScarlet: That is well-reasoned.
ModScarlet: And it certainly sounds like you have experience!
ModScarlet: I think I'll try that!
ModScarlet: Thank you, test.
ModScarlet: Though, you didn't mention Yuri?
test: she alrdy listens to u.
test: prbably
test: i think shes scared of u.
ModScarlet: Huh.
ModScarlet: Also, I assume that test is not your actual name?
test: lol
test: ya
test: im emma.
ModScarlet: Then thank you, Emma.








"Hey! Pyrrha!"

Pyrrha glanced down from her position atop the Beacon dorm's roof, hearing her name called by a familiar voice.

Even from this great height, the mane of blonde hair was unmistakable. That shade of brilliant yellow was something of a rarity on Remnant. Coupled with its immense, flowing volume and also the fact that she was shouting at her from ground level, there was no confusing Yang Xiao Long for anyone else.

Standing beside her, looking slightly less excited, was the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company: Weiss Schnee. Though, perhaps it was unfair to designate her purely as such. It was not as if Pyrrha enjoyed being constantly identified as the Invincible Girl after all! If she were instead to describe her character, she would call Weiss prickly. Easily riled up, and quick to judge. But at the heart of it all, she cared. She cared for her team, about upholding her own high expectations and family legacy. For the people she fought to protect, and the skill that allowed her to do so.

It was not as if Pyrrha herself had not exhibited some of those negative traits. When they had first met, Weiss had attempted to partner with her. She had not done a good job disguising her naked desire. Pyrrha had assumed that the heiress was planning on riding on her coattails, so to speak (she didn't wear a coat), and had actively avoided her as politely as possible. In hindsight, while there was undoubtedly some element of that—Weiss Schnee was an opportunistic, pragmatic person—there were also genuine common elements between them. Both had been held apart from the masses by a pedestal, that invisible barrier of perceived superiority. Both possessed great skill at combat, a fact that had frankly surprised Pyrrha to see. And both had been quite lonely, when first entering Beacon.

Pyrrha was glad that she had not rebuffed Weiss more forcefully on their first meeting. It would have been a shame to lose such a good friend over a poor first impression.

"Hello again!" she shouted down, only half-paying attention to the Node now, Undyne and Yuri's speculation on her teammates.

"Whatcha doing up there? You rushed out of the cafeteria so quickly!" Yang shouted.

"I am," Pyrrha started, before realizing that she didn't have a ready reason to provide. 'I wanted to send people from a different dimension a snapshot impression of Vale' would… probably require some additional explanation. And she didn't really want to go through that right now! She needed to come up with a plausible excuse that dispelled suspicion.

Pyrrha, floundering, glanced around at Beacon's campus. Her eyes locked onto the only building taller than the dorm roof, which gave her the idea she needed.

"I wanted better CCTS reception," she announced proudly, holding up the Scroll in her hands.

Beacon Academy's central tower served many purposes. It stood above all of Vale, serving as a symbol of inspiration and awe for all of its citizens. It contained Professor Ozpin's office, a spot at the very top where he could survey his school, do paperwork, and sip his cocoa (presumably). It was a landmark (a beacon if you would) for lost travelers. And arguably most importantly, it was one of the four pillars upon which the Cross-Continental Transmit System was built.

The CCTS facilitated global communications for all peoples of Remnant. So long as one held a Scroll and the four CCT Towers stood, one could speak with a loved one, a coworker… anybody at all, anywhere at all. One tower resided in each Kingdom, and if any of them were to fall, Pyrrha was certain that the world would be plunged into a new era of chaos, of darkness. A time of false information and frightened searching for lights in the blacked-out sky.

Yes. It would be a simple fact to state that the CCTS was fundamental to society as they knew it. It was the reason that the Towers were so strategically guarded, sectioned in the middle of the Huntsmen Academies. It would take an army, led and composed of pure evils who wanted for the downfall of not just Vale, but the entire world, to bring a tower down.

All of this to say: the transmitter and receiver at Beacon Academy was at the top of the tower. It made perfect sense to climb to a height if one wanted a better connection. It was genius.

…Judging by Weiss's baffled expression, it seemed as if not everybody present agreed with Pyrrha's deductive reasoning.

"Are you sending a large file? The reception is just fine down here!" the white-haired girl shouted.

Oh no. A hole in her ruse.

"Maybe?" Pyrrha tried.

It only now occurred to her that she could have said 'I wanted to send a picture of Vale to a friend in Mistral.' That wasn't too far from the truth, and wouldn't raise any questions. In her defense, though, she wasn't especially good at. Lying. Honesty was the best policy, wasn't it?

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? That's—" Weiss let out a long-suffering sigh. "This is ridiculous. Get down here. I don't want to keep shouting up at you."

Ah, that was reasonable. Pyrrha's voice carried, but she too would prefer not to wear it out unnecessarily. She put her Scroll in her pocket and went to meet Weiss and Yang the same way she had initially gotten up here.

Thud.

"Nice landing," Yang commented. "Could've done without the dust in my hair, though."

Pyrrha straightened and put her hands over her mouth, mortified. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She'd simply wanted to get down quickly!

Yang laughed it off, thankfully, shaking some of the aforementioned dust loose. "Don't worry about it. Anyway, Weissy and I were going to finalize some stuff for the dance this weekend. Just figured we'd say hi."

Weiss interjected, "Speaking of the dance…"

An accusatory finger, pointed straight at Pyrrha's heart. It jumped.

"Do something about your lout of a partner! He won't stop propositioning me to go to the dance with him! I've been quite polite in rebuffing him so far, but Jaune is starting to try my patience!"

It was true, Pyrrha couldn't help but think. Jaune had been… quite persistent, in his attempts to woo her. In some ways, she could admire his determination. He'd spent nearly the entire semester attempting to win her affection, despite her complete and utter non-interest. Negative interest, borderline antipathy. Truly, the ice queen was cold.

A more present part of her wished that he would look at Pyrrha with that degree of absurd fervor. Was Jaune just into poliosis?

Weiss concluded, as Pyrrha thought the matter over, "If he asks me again, I'm sending him through the nearest window."

"Please don't. Though, I'll see what I can do," Pyrrha affirmed, offering a slight smile.

"Welp," Yang said. "We should be on our way now. Nice catching up with you, Pyrrha!"

That, too, reminded Pyrrha that she had an appointment to keep. She'd promised to study with Nora for Professor Peach's Dust Studies exam. While her teammate was quite skilled in mixing Dust out of what seemed like natural talent—she built her own grenades from scratch!—her ability to exhibit that skill and practice on paper, the mathematical requirements to know exact Dust ratios and identify more esoteric types, needed some work.

Looking at the time, she really did need to be going. Pyrrha bade farewell to Yang and Weiss, and returned her attention to the Node as she walked towards the library, where it seemed that Scarlet had an announcement to make.

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Kyoko: I dunno. He's got a certain kind of charm to him, but
Kyoko: Pretty-boys just aren't my thing.
Yuri: I can't believe this is the discussion we're having.
Yuri: Pyrrha's classmates are all too young to…
Yuri: …Be doing much of anything, now that I think of it.
Undyne: They seem like adults to me.
Undyne: None of them are wearing striped shirts!
Yuri: …What.
ModScarlet: Hi!
ModScarlet: Hate to interrupt.
ModScarlet: But following up on yesterday's discussion…
ModScarlet: I'm finally tentatively willing to give you some Core access.
ModScarlet: The Relic Core is the most difficult to weaponize, and also the most directly relevant for our purposes here.
Pyrrha: Scarlet, I believe we may have put the conflict between Kyoko and Undyne to bed.
Pyrrha: The whole issue involved a misunderstanding regarding the Summoning Core.
Pyrrha: Which I presume you could have prevented, if you'd elaborated.
Pyrrha: So would it be alright if you considered being more lenient?
ModScarlet: …I saw.
ModScarlet: I'm guessing there still might be some lingering enmity.
ModScarlet: I don't want to stir that up, so I'm being cautious.
ModScarlet: That said, I'm taking it under consideration.
ModScarlet: We'll see if you girls can control yourselves for a little while longer.
Undyne: I think I liked you better when you were being useless and cagey.
Undyne: As opposed to veiling insults at us every chance you get.
ModScarlet: Welp. Here goes!
ModScarlet: /admin relic enable

Relic Core enabled.

Kyoko: Yay.
ModScarlet: Yay!
ModScarlet: Now. Kyoko. Is that "Grief Seed" still available for analysis?
Kyoko: I've got one, yeah.
Kyoko: It's a different one, but they're mostly the same as far as I can tell.
ModScarlet: How large is it?
Kyoko: It's a sphere with pointy things on either end, about 8 cm in length.
ModScarlet: Oh. Hm.
ModScarlet: Let me check on some diagnostics real quick.


"Hey! Pyrrha! Over here!"

Nora's voice filled the library, much to the consternation of the other students studying there. Her table, across the library, was covered in books, food, and Dust. Pyrrha hurried to her classmate's side in the hopes that she'd quiet down. It worked, thankfully. As soon as she sat down, Nora's voice shrank to a whisper: "What's going on? You left us at the cafeteria in such a hurry! Is it something to do with—" Nora glanced left-right, furtive, her voice dropping further, a whisper of a whisper, "Your Node buddies?"

"Yes. Of sorts," Pyrrha replied in that same low tone. "Yuri wanted a view of Vale."

"That's the quiet one, right?" Nora asked.

Pyrrha nodded. "Though, that isn't why we're here." She tapped the Dust Studies textbook in front of her.

"Aww…" Nora whined plaintively. "But aliens…"

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ModScarlet: Alright. We have a minor issue.
ModScarlet: The connection Relic functions as a portal between contexts, which uses the Node as an intermediary.
ModScarlet: It is through this portal that I would be able to run analysis on your Grief Seed, Kyoko.
ModScarlet: Unfortunately, I don't think we can make a portal that is large enough to scan it, with our current capacity.
Kyoko: Why not?
Kyoko: How hard can it be to make one, I don't know.
Kyoko: The size of a fist?
ModScarlet: The size isn't truly the problem, though I do suppose any increase in portal size would draw more power.
ModScarlet: But the real killer here is dimensionality.
ModScarlet: A zeroth-dimensional portal is the smallest possible connection—a point.
ModScarlet: It would only be useful for transferring energy and certain magical properties.
ModScarlet: It takes up approximately 6% of our Node's power capacity when active.
ModScarlet: Since all of your worlds consist of at least three dimensions, we would need, at minimum, a two-dimensional connection.
ModScarlet: This would allow for a scanning, of sorts, that would irrevocably destroy your Grief Seed.
ModScarlet: Capacity consumed is proportional to both dimensionality and size.
ModScarlet: We don't have enough.
Yuri: I assume that, given the difficulty involved in creating even a small portal, a portal the size of a human body would be nearly impossible?
ModScarlet: A bit oddly specific, but that would be a pretty hefty draw.
ModScarlet: Why do you ask?
Yuri: I wanted to know how difficult it would be to send Undyne a human.
Yuri: To free her people.


Pyrrha wondered why Yuri had decided to disguise her intentions. Was it because she simply didn't trust Scarlet? Or was it that she was testing the waters, so to speak? On how much they were willing to tolerate, morally speaking?

Alternately…was she straightforwardly telling the truth? That raised a whole different cache of concerns. Where would she be obtaining such a human? Yuri had mentioned the City was a harsh place to live, but had not gone into much detail as to why. Mentions of Grimm-like monsters, true, as well as a mercenary—Fixer, sorry—job that seemed utterly soul-crushing. Did she deal in that many human corpses?

Pyrrha could appreciate the consideration for Undyne and her circumstances. But now she worried for Yuri's soul.

…She had a solution to Undyne's issues as well. It was a good one. But she did not like thinking about it.

She could have one more semester, right? She wanted to shine at the Vytal Festival. She wanted more time with her teammates. She wanted… more time.

The future wasn't here quite yet.

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ModScarlet: Ah, fair enough.
Undyne: Can't you just pull the soul out and use a smaller portal?
Yuri: …No?
Yuri: That would require the use of a Singularity, I think…
Yuri: Can monsters just do that?
Undyne: Huh.
Undyne: Human souls tend to linger after death in my world.
Undyne: I guess this is one of those weird constants that ModScarlet talked about.
Undyne: One that doesn't hold across worlds.
ModScarlet: On that note, I bid you all a task.
ModScarlet: Rare kinds of energy! Magic! Whatever!
ModScarlet: Compare and contrast to figure out what's exclusive to where!
ModScarlet: Discuss!
ModScarlet: And we'll see what we can do with them.
Pyrrha: This is the part where you bow out without offering any further help, isn't it.
ModScarlet: Almost!
ModScarlet: But let me help you get some toys to play around with, first.
ModScarlet: /relic create Connection{'Realm1', 'Realm2', 'Realm3', 'Realm4'} point(freeFloating, open)

Creating Relic.
Opening Connections.


Right there on the table next to Pyrrha's hand, a tiny point appeared, just as Scarlet had described. Glowing. Free-floating. She got the sense that she could pick it up and move it around if she wanted to.

Was this really a portal to another world? It was so small.

"Hey, what's that?" Nora asked, eyes keenly focused on the new distraction.

Pyrrha didn't know how to answer. So she parroted back the terms the Moderator had used to call it into existence.

"It's a connection between four realms. A free-floating point," she said, slowly.

The weight of the Node, previously just a mental chatroom and little more, began to set in. This was a tangible point in the physical world. More than just words and promises.

"It's a portal."






"Hey. Whaddya think we'll do when we finally reach the surface? What kind of plans do you have?"

Alphys's room, inside the Royal Laboratory. You wouldn't think a metal building built inside the roiling inferno known as Hotland would be comfortable. But thanks to the glorious Alphysian invention of AIR CONDITIONING, Undyne could hang out with her best friend at her house without shriveling and dying! She was super considerate like that!

"Oh… Um. I-I-I guess I'd… want to see the sun! Sunlight! Being outside and feeling the sun on my, uh, scales… it sounds r-really cool! Uh, I mean warm!"

For those not in the know, Alphys was a yellow lizard monster. The Royal Scientist, a very lofty title! Also, a HUGE NERD! She threw herself into things with the same fervid intensity that Undyne threw herself off cliffs! Except, instead of chasms and falls meant to toughen her body and soul, Alphys preferred the finer things in life: Anime! Cup noodles! Human history! Also science, she guessed, but it was those things that had drawn the Captain of the Guard to the Royal Scientist in, like a fish to a hook!

"Hahaha! That's cute! But, I'm not gonna lie: That doesn't sound like you. When was the last time you left the lab? This room?"

It was what they were doing right now, actually. Watching some human anime. Specifically, one about magical princesses! Alphys had been overjoyed by her interest, and being the well-prepared professional video-player purveyor that she was, already had one queued up! Panic'd Manic'd Mary Maine had been a little slow, so far, but she'd already learned so much about Magical Girls…

"Uh… I-I-I mean, I think I'd, uh, go outside more? If it was, uh, the real surface? *sigh* No, you're right… at least we'd get, uh, like, more complete a-a-nime? Less scrounging around in the, uh, dump."

Er. She didn't really have a great reason to kill Kyoko anymore, but she wanted to be equipped just in case she had to! What was that they said about the smallest edges and the difference between life and death? Probably that a BIGGER edge was better for both, haha! Hence the SUPERMASSIVE anime sword they'd been building together but that wasn't the point at all now was it.

"Sounds like a good reason to me! Plus, on the surface, they have anime ONLINE, don't they? You wouldn't even have to leave your house! Your room! Dream come true or what?"

A nod from Alphys. A period of companionable silence between the both of them, as they settled in and watched Mary Maine kicked the ass of a bunch of brain-spider-tank-things with her crazy magic spear.

Right up until Undyne broke it.

"Hey… Alphys. You've worked with some weird sciencey stuff, right?"

Her primary job, as Royal Scientist, was to break the Barrier through any means necessary. The two of them, they worked towards the same goal, the same dream, from different angles. Neither of them had yielded fruit so far.

"Uh… Yes? Y-yes, of course."

Her eyes were still locked on the television screen.

"What's the most powerful thing you've ever worked with? Like, a source of energy?"

As ModScarlet had suggested, the members of the Node had done some brainstorming, earlier that day. Each had walked away with leads to chase, powers that turned out to be unusual brought to light. Pyrrha had her 'Dust'. Yuri had 'Singularities'. Kyoko had her magic, though it turned out that wasn't exactly an option for… some reason. And Undyne…

"Oh! Well, I, um, I've performed maintenance! O-on the CORE? That thing powers the, uh… the entire Underground, doesn't it. D-does that count?"

Monster magic, maybe. But she was hoping for something with a little more punch to it. Something more unique. ALL monsters had magic, after all. Not so exotic when you got down to it!

"True… But I was thinking a little smaller. Something powerful that has a lot of energy! And I know this is a bit of a stretch, but… maybe something that rivals the power of a human soul?"

Alphys wasn't looking at the television anymore.

"O-oh. I-I-I… I see. That's… T-that's—If I, uh. If I h-had something p-p-powerful enough to… to break the b-barrier. I would h-have used it! Already!"

She was nervous. Well. Moreso than usual. Alphys was normally kind of a twitchy bundle of nerves, Undyne could admit. But this was weird, even for her. Undyne felt kinda bad even for asking.

…Yeah, what kind of friend was she being? Of COURSE Alphys didn't didn't have anything that strong. Undyne was insinuating that the Royal Scientist wasn't trying hard enough to break the Barrier, wasn't she? God, now she felt like crap. How would SHE feel if, say, Jerry, frickin' Jerry, said that she was soft on humans? SHE'D BREAK HIM OVER HER KNEE!

But Alphys wasn't like that. When she was out of her element, she got scared. She wasn't a combat-focused monster. So…

"Ngah. Forget it, let's just watch the show!"

"Okay!"

So they did.

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Pyrrha: I have something of a strange question for you all.
Pyrrha: How do you see the stars?
Kyoko: With my eyes?
Pyrrha: Let me rephrase.
Pyrrha: What do you think of them?
Kyoko: Hell do I care?
Kyoko: They're just white dots.
Kyoko: Light things up at night.
Kyoko: Occasionally mistake airplanes for 'em.
Pyrrha: Stars, by what I have been taught, are the markings of heroes.
Pyrrha: Legends, written in the night sky.
Pyrrha: One can look up into the celestial sphere and be comforted by the belief that history has its eyes on you.
Pyrrha: And someday, even if they do not know it, someone will look up and find your star in the sky.
Kyoko: Wow.
Kyoko: That's.
Kyoko: Way too flowery for me.
Yuri: Stars are…
Yuri: The freest beings in the City. They hang so high above.
Yuri: You can always see them, reach for them, close your fist and pretend you're holding them in your hand.
Yuri: But they are so far out of grasp.
Yuri: No one can touch them, not really.
Yuri: …Sorry. I got carried away.
Pyrrha: It's okay!
Pyrrha: I think that's a very valid interpretation.
Pyrrha: Undyne, what do you think?
Undyne: I hate to break it to you.
Undyne: But I live in a CAVE, remember?
Undyne: I've never seen the stars.
Pyrrha: Oh. That's right. I'm sorry.
Undyne: The closest thing we've got is the glowing lichen on Waterfall's ceiling.
Undyne: I guess that's pretty nice.
Undyne: …
Undyne: I imagine the real things are even more beautiful, though.
Pyrrha: Hold on for one minute, please.
Undyne: ???
Pyrrha: /inputFlow


That's how Undyne became one of five monsters in the Underground to see a sky full of stars.

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Pyrrha: I probably ought to apologize.
Pyrrha: These are the stars, as seen from Vale City.
Pyrrha: Light pollution has reduced the quality of the view.
Kyoko: Your moon is really big.
Pyrrha: Is it?
Kyoko: Also broken.
Pyrrha: …Yours isn't?


Waterfall's ceiling was beautiful in its own, unique right. Some monsters called it gloomy, dank, depressing. But Undyne liked it and she'd fight anyone that said otherwise. Spreading and dying mosses and lichens, each glowing a slightly off-white color, contrasting with the black-blue stone and reflecting off the rushing waters below. As much as she hated the Underground, she truly, genuinely, loved Waterfall. There were worse places to build a home.

The night sky of Remnant blew it out of the water. Which, Onionsan aside, was probably where most monsters wanted to be anyway.

It was the DISTANCE that was really getting to her, she was guessing. In the Underground, everything was… well, underground. The ceiling was never more than a couple of hundred feet away. A lot of the time, in the twistiest caverns of Waterfall, she could reach up and touch it. Jump up and poke it. Throw a spear at it.

Undyne hadn't paid all that much attention back in monster school, but thanks to Alphys's occasional nerd-outs, she knew that each of the little twinkly dots was actually an unfathomable distance away. Light-years. If she were to chuck a spear at the stars, it'd just… come back down. Even in the fastest rocket ship monsterkind could ever build, actually traveling there would be next-to impossible. The gulf of space was not entirely unlike the Barrier: completely impassable.

Unless you were a human in a giant space robot!

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Undyne: Wow.
Undyne: That's really something.
Undyne: It's so much better than in the books.
Undyne: The TV.
Undyne: ASGORE's recollections.
Undyne: It's like…
Undyne: Someone sprinkled glow-in-the-dark glitter all over the ceiling.
Undyne: Except the ceiling is a million billion miles high.
Undyne: And also someone broke a dinner plate in the middle.
Undyne: What's up with that?
Pyrrha: The moon has been like that as long as life has been present on this planet.
Pyrrha: I really don't see what is so strange about this!


"Uh, U-Undyne… Are you, uh. Okay?"

Undyne startled, realizing that she had been paying absolutely no attention to the anime Alphys had put on. Too starstruck, literally. Crap.

"I-it's just that, uh. You were kinda… s-spacing out? Mary just d-defeated the, uh, Chill Queen. And you'd normally b-be, like… s-s-saying something? Right h-here?"

Undyne sighed. Yeah, that was enough.

"Yeah… you're right. I've been a little distracted."

She'd intended on finishing the anime before breaking the news. Get Alphys comfortable, all that. But seeing as she'd picked up on Undyne's distraction, she figured this was as good a time as any.

"But there's a good reason for that! You know that question I asked earlier? About exotic sources of energy? It wasn't… gah. What's the word? It wasn't RHETORICAL. That's it."

Undyne pulled the Node Relic, the portal, the connection - the whatever. She pulled it out of her pocket. And felt pity at Alphys's expression of confusion. It was about to get so much worse.

"So there's this Node…"
 
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Chapter 8: Coming Up With PMMM-Related Chapter Titles Is Surprisingly Hard


Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
test: stars to me are
test: suns.
test: supermassive spheres.
test: H fusion
test: cant even wrap my head round it.
test: most have their own planets.
test: own worlds.
test: theyll be here after humanitys dead & gone.
test: still glowing
test: burning.
test: looking up at the starry sky
test: in the end it makes me feel so very small.
ModScarlet: That's all well and good.
ModScarlet: Why are you telling me this?
test: cuz
test: ok
test: is it weird that I kinda consider u a friend?
test: ugh when I say it aloud thats pathetic.
test: jumping at the 1st person Ive rly talked to.
test: 1st person outside of family whos reached out to me.
test: but still
test: yeah.
test: thats why.
ModScarlet: Oh.
ModScarlet: Interesting.
ModScarlet: I wasn't expecting that.
test: ?
ModScarlet: I'm honored, that you think of me that way.
ModScarlet: I think I can return the sentiment!
test: srsly?
ModScarlet: It sometimes feels as if you are the only user of this Node to bother treating me as a person.
ModScarlet: The only one who chats with me without necessarily wanting something.
test: I litrally msged u to ask 2 favors from u.
ModScarlet: Well, aside from that.
ModScarlet: You kept at it.
ModScarlet: You've given me well-intentioned advice.
ModScarlet: We've commiserated.
ModScarlet: You're right in that it may be premature, but I frankly don't see the harm.
test: o
test: cool.
test: tho, now Im kinda curious.
test: what do u think of stars?
ModScarlet: That's a legitimately difficult question for me to answer accurately.
ModScarlet: Stars are context-dependent.
ModScarlet: It may be common knowledge in your world that stars are "supermassive H fusion spheres".
ModScarlet: But it may be equally true that, in, say, Pyrrha's world…
ModScarlet: That they represent the souls of the departed.
ModScarlet: I've heard of contexts where stars were drawn into the sky by a mighty pen, held by the hand of God.
ModScarlet: Where they were bright little five-pointed shapes, able to be captured and stuffed in a jar.
ModScarlet: Living organisms with varying degrees of care for the planets and lifeforms under their care.
ModScarlet: Stars, as with so many other nouns, simply are, from my point of view.
ModScarlet: It is the difference in their properties between contexts that brings awe to me.
test: wow
test: somehow, that makes me feel even smaller.
test: the idea that acrss universes, were not even lookng up at the same sky.
ModScarlet: Sorry.
ModScarlet: It was not my intention to make you feel more alone.
test: its ok
test: o, 1 more q, if u dont mind?
test: is ur name actually ModScarlet?
test: not to pry or anythng.
ModScarlet: For most intents and purposes, yes!
ModScarlet: It's a little more complicated than that, but that is my true name as far as language allows.
ModScarlet: It's not a pseudonym.
test: well I guess
test: good to b friends w/ u, ModScarlet.
ModScarlet: You as well.







Undyne yawned. Stretched. Blinked the blurriness out of her eye.

Realized that this wasn't her bed. Then… Alphys's lab, she was guessing? Yup. Sleeping on the couch. Man, what a wild night.

To recap: Undyne had gone over the Node with Alphys. Her lizard friend had run the whole gamut of reactions: shock, confusion, barely-concealed laughter. Finally, she'd settled upon excitement, as Undyne had explained the Connection Relic. She'd immediately called off anime night and set upon doing all sortsa sciencey science tests, with machines Undyne couldn't even begin to fathom. Massive drilling laser things. Tiny little flashlight-esque devices that Alphys had warned to never ever shine directly into her eye, lest she be rendered blind as a blobfish. She'd been wrapped up in the whirlwind that was the Royal Scientist with a new toy to play with, acting as a research assistant, a sounding board, and occasionally heavy muscle.

She must've fallen asleep at some point. Not sure when. And Alphys probably moved her to the couch.

Undyne checked the backlog on the Node, see if she missed anything, or if anyone had noticed the late-night Relic testing.

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Pyrrha: Oh, Gods!
Pyrrha: Jaune finally said yes!
Pyrrha: This is beyond my wildest imaginings.
Pyrrha: Yes!
Undyne: Your teammate, right?
Undyne: Yes to what?
Pyrrha: Oh, I'm sorry!
Pyrrha: I did not expect anyone else to be awake at this late hour.
Pyrrha: This was somewhat inappropriate, in hindsight.
Undyne: Whaddya mean?
Pyrrha: Perhaps I am the only one here that sees it this way.
Pyrrha: But this Node, to me, is the first contact Remnant has had with any alien civilization.
Pyrrha: I felt it would be proper to, well.
Pyrrha: Be proper.
Pyrrha: To treat you all as ambassadors to foreign lands, and gift each with the respect and gravitas one would be due.
Undyne: Huh.
Undyne: Crazy.
Undyne: Never thought of it like that.
Undyne: Chatroom format's got me thinking a certain way.
Undyne: Actually, nah.
Undyne: This is just the way I am!
Pyrrha: I wasn't criticizing you!
Pyrrha: It's simply my perspective.
Pyrrha: It is times like these that remind me that we come from very different worlds.


Ah, right. Undyne remembered this. Pyrrha was kind of an upright stick in the mud, and that Aura thing had made her confused as to whether or not she was a human or a monster for a moment. But you couldn't say she wasn't thoughtful.

The red-haired human (ha, that described everyone in the Node except for Undyne) had spent the next twenty minutes attempting to apologize for 'improper decorum' and 'dropping personal business in unnecessarily'. And stuff. Which was ridiculous. Whatever Pyrrha said, this was still a CHATROOM. Sure, some kinda interdimensional, telepathic, superpowered, Undernet-disconnected chatroom with magical visitation rights moderated by some figure none of 'em had yet seen, but that didn't change the fact that, like Undernet, it was built for stupid people doing stupid things! Reckless shenanigans! Sharing them with the world! Nothing wrong with announcing you got a boyfriend. LOVE WAS A TREASURE!

…Oh God. Now she felt self-conscious. What was she doing here? Lying on Alphys's couch, blanket half-tucked over her, probably snoring up a storm through the night while the Royal Scientist scienced the science on that Node connection? What kinda guest was she being! What kinda FRIEND was she being?

The thought filled her with determination. Undyne sprang out of her resting position, filled with bloodlust! Intent on battling apathy and tiredness! And to fight the fight that was being a better freaking friend!

With pep in her step, a pie in her eye, and phones in her bones, Undyne grinningly rushed to face the day…

…Only to be confronted with a distinctly different sight than what she was expecting. A sight that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike Alphys. A personage of similar volume to Undyne, but completely different lifestyle. A robot that brought back memories of the Node's discussion on stars, for who else could possibly exude as much raw star power? Who else could so effortlessly command the attention of a room with their stunningly rectangular body? Who else…

…would be lying (seductively?!?!) on Alphys's piano(?!?!). With a bowl of grapes.

Undyne stared at Mettaton.

Mettaton looked at Undyne.

Undyne glared at Mettaton.

Mettaton slowly and deliberately raised a grape to his face, held it there longingly as if it were the pinnacle of all Underground morsels, and popped it into a heretofore unseen grape-sized hole, emitting a canned and implausibly fake chewing sound from his speakers.

Undyne chaired at Mettaton.

By which, of course, she meant that she hucked a chair at him.

"WHOA THERE! THIS EXCEPTIONALLY HANDSOME AND PHOTOGENIC FACE IS NOT A SEATING REPOSITORY! THINK OF THE HEARTBREAK YOU'LL INFLICT ON MY ADORING FANS!"

Undyne snarled. Of course he'd dodge.

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Yuri: So…
Yuri: I've realized that I'm, at this point, the only one here who hasn't described her world.
Yuri: Unless the Moderator counts…?
ModScarlet: The moderator does not count.
Yuri: Uh.
Yuri: Okay, then.
Yuri: Is it alright if I try to correct that now?


And now Yuri was saying things. Ugh. She could just ignore the Node for now. She'd catch up on it later.

"Can it, tin can. What the hell are you doing here? Were you watching me sleep?"

The robot let out an overly dramatic gasp, holding a hand over where his heart would be.

"MY, HOW UNCOUTH! I WOULD NEVER STOOP TO SUCH UNDERHANDED DEBAUCHERY!"

He paused.

"UNLESS MY RATINGS WERE TANKING. AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

Mettaton put his four-fingered hands on his waist.

"I'M SIMPLY HERE TO SEE THE ESTEEMED DR. ALPHYS. AS WERE YOU, I'M SURE, BEFORE YOU PASSED OUT SO SLOPPILY."

Ugh. That was frustratingly plausible. They WERE friends, after all. Undyne didn't see what Alphys saw in the melodramatic showbot. Well, he was nice to look at, she supposed. But she didn't get that vibe from her, that she only cared about Mettaton for his right angles. They were, like, legit friends. It was weird.

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Pyrrha: Go ahead, Yuri.
Kyoko: Sure, whatever.
Yuri: …Okay.
Yuri: I live in the Backstreets of District 4.
Yuri: And I work as a Grade 8 Fixer for an excavation Office.
Kyoko: Whoa, hold on there.
Kyoko: That's a lotta words with emphasis on 'em.
Kyoko: Care to explain what any of them mean?
Yuri: …Oh, you're right.
Yuri: Pyrrha did explain all the terms she used.
Yuri: Let me think.
Pyrrha: Take your time.


Mettaton shuffled back and forth a bit on his wheel.

"SO… WHERE IS SHE?"

Oh, right. Undyne made her way towards the room Alphys had been using, pushing a door open.

"Last I saw her, she was just through here… Oh God."

Turns out that Undyne wasn't the only one who'd fallen asleep. And Alphys hadn't had time to clean up before conking out. The room was littered with scraps of doodled-upon graph paper. Machines lay about, some toppled over, some even still running. Some kind of gear mechanism spun wildly without purpose, and was that a laser cannon firing into a mirror? The hell?

In the midst of a mass of crumpled papers, Alphys lay spread-eagled on the ground in what must've been an extremely uncomfortable position, given her tail. But Undyne supposed she was just so goddamned exhausted that she managed to lose consciousness anyway. She'd been there! Recently, even.

Undyne and Mettaton shared a glance. Mutual understanding passed over their faces. And then they both quietly tiptoed out of the room. Well. Undyne tiptoed. Mettaton rolled less squeakily.

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Yuri: Alright.
Yuri: There are 26 Districts in the City.
Yuri: Each one is separated into two halves: the Backstreets and the Nest.
Yuri: The Nests are where the rich, the successful, and those of prestige live.
Yuri: You either earn your way there or are born there.
Yuri: The Backstreets encompass everyone else.
Pyrrha: Like the difference between Mistral Above and Below.
Kyoko: I woulda said slums and suburbs.
Yuri: I'm glad you seem to understand!
Yuri: What else…
Yuri: Right.
Yuri: Fixers are those that will take on miscellaneous jobs of all kinds for money.
Yuri: Grades go from Grade 9 to Grade 1 based on merit and power.
Yuri: Where a Grade 9 is the weakest.
Kyoko: So you're bottom of the barrel, then.
Yuri: …Yes.
Yuri: I'm not very powerful in the grand space of the City.
Yuri: I'll also admit I'm not the most qualified to explain.
Yuri: I have only been a Fixer for a year or so.
Kyoko: Guess that makes me your senpai then!
Yuri: …What?


"So…"

"YES."

"I'll get her a blanket."

"I WILL MAKE SOMETHING FOR HER TO EAT WHEN SHE WAKES UP. PERHAPS SOMETHING MORE NUTRITIONAL THAN CUP NOODLES."

"Yes. Please."

…They both cared about Alphys. In their own ways. Some better than others, in Undyne's humble opinion! But if nothing else, she could respect Mettaton's hustle. And also his grapes. Man, she wanted grapes just like his.

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Kyoko: C'mon, kouhai!
Kyoko: I've got way more experience than you.
Kyoko: If you've only been fixing stuff for a year, well I've got years under my belt!
Kyoko: I'll teach you everything you need to know, don't worry.
Yuri: That's… that's preposterous!
Yuri: You can't possibly expect me to treat you as a superior!
Yuri: I'm almost twice your age!
Kyoko: Don't talk back to your senpai like that!
Yuri: …I've worked aside from being a Fixer, you know?
Yuri: I was a Feather of L Corp once!
Yuri: This, this is what makes me appreciate how far I've fallen.
Yuri: I'm getting sass from children…
Yuri: Teenagers are impossible…
Pyrrha: What is L Corp?
Yuri: …
Yuri: I'd rather not discuss that right now.
Yuri: Painful memories.


Reconvening after completing their respective tasks, Undyne found that the robot had the courtesy to make a double-serving of… ooh! Monster eggs and monster bacon! With orange-flavored ghost juice on the side, apparently—where did he even get that? Enough for both her and Alphys. It was almost enough to forgive him for his stunt earlier that morning. She dug in with gusto as Mettaton tapped away on a phone, apparently working on "THE PLOT OF MY NEXT BOMBASTIC MOVIE!"

The silence that followed was almost companionable.

"WHAT'S GOT ALPHYS IN SUCH A TIZZY? COULD IT BE A BREAKTHROUGH? ON BREAKING THE BARRIER?"

Mettaton didn't seem as enthusiastic on the subject as one might expect. For a self-proclaimed part-time 'killer robot', he tended to be skittish on the subject of their inevitable war on humanity. Undyne could only guess why. Still, she didn't see the harm in being honest.

"Maybe! It could even be an alternative means of escape! All thanks to yours truly!"

A lot (read: all) of the science had gone over her head last night. But Alphys wouldn't be this worked up for no reason. This was promising. A real possibility, a powerful tool that could aid their escape.

If anything had convinced her that this Node was a blessing, it was seeing Alphys's face awash in studious dedication. The passion, the drive, the feeling that of 'Oh my God, this might actually be possible!'

Most of all… Hope looked good on her.

Mettaton let out a humming hm sound, like a television tuned to a dead channel. Undyne couldn't help but find it just slightly ominous.

"WELL, THEN. GIVE HER MY BEST WISHES! I CAN'T STICK AROUND FOREVER, I'M AFRAID. YOU KNOW, SHOWS TO HOST, MOVIES TO SHOOT! TOODLE-OO!

And with that, Mettaton was gone.

…What was up with him?






"Has anybody seen my purse?"

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Yuri: Do you ever wonder if the world you live in is, perhaps…
Yuri: The worst of all possible worlds?
Yuri: In an infinite amount of branching realities, have you ever felt as if "it is only possible for this to get better?"
Pyrrha: I'm afraid not.
Undyne: I mean, we monsters have it bad.
Undyne: But we could all be dead, so.
Undyne: Nah, it totally could be worse.
Kyoko: Feeling depressed, kouhai?
Yuri: Don't you start.
Yuri: I will find some way to stab you across realities.


Kyoko grinned widely, matching the brightness of the noontime sun. Who knew that the normally calm, somewhat composed, very shy woman could be so easily flustered? And who knew that screwing with her would be so damned fun?

…It was almost enough to shrug off the disappointment. At the fact that she legitimately wasn't interested. Kyoko would've made a great senpai, y'know? She knew all sorts of ins and outs of combat. Could teach a thing or two. Most Magical Girls tended to be either hostile or generally uninterested in mentorship. She'd only met one exception.

"My purse! My purse is missing!"

That lady oughta shut up. If she'd wanted it to not get stolen, she shoulda held onto it better. Kyoko hadn't even needed to use magic to snatch it from right next to her. She'd been careless, plain and simple.

Kyoko watched from the mall's second floor as the woman who'd just unwillingly treated her to a week of candies and gaming descended into panicked, angry hysterics. A security guard approached her to try and calm her down, get her to stop making a scene. It only seemed to drive her further into a tearful frenzy.

"It has a gift for my daughter in it! It's her birthday! She's been looking forward to this for so long…!"

Huh, was that what this box was? Kyoko gave it a shake next to her ear. Something weighty, metal. She considered tearing off the gift wrapping just to get at what was inside. If it was nice, she might use it herself! Whatever it was. She was guessing jewelry, lady seemed posh enough for that to be reasonable.

Wasn't as if the mom couldn't just buy her girl another present, prolly. All dressed up in fancy silks and shiny heels. Daughter was just as probably some rich, spoiled brat anyhow. Tantrum-throwing, mother-snubbing, ungrateful girl. People who had everything tended to be like that. Took stuff for granted, didn't realize how good they had it.

Yeah. This gift wouldn't be missed. This purse, and all the money inside it, wouldn't be missed.

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Kyoko: Ugh. I think I'm about to do something almost altruistic.
Pyrrha: Do you. Usually, um.
Pyrrha: Not?
Kyoko: What?
Pyrrha: You fight those monsters, Witches, on the regular, don't you?
Kyoko: That's a survival measure, y'know?
Kyoko: Mighta mentioned it before, but Magical Girls need Grief Seeds to stay alive.
Kyoko: To replenish our magic supply and cleanse our Grief.
Undyne: I thought you said you didn't use all that much magic anyway?


Huh. She had. She'd admitted it back when they were trying to figure out "exotic sources of energy" they might use to power up the Node. The illusion magic of her youth was what came most naturally to her, and she didn't have it anymore. Everything else, she'd worked out from base principles. To be fair, even if she did still have it, she wasn't sure how she'd feed it into the point-sized connection Relic, tucked away safely near her Soul Gem.

A little of that non-illusionary magic helped tidy up her appearance, made her look slightly more respectable. Her hair wrapped into a slightly fancier ponytail, washing grease out of it. There wasn't anything she could do about her hoodie without illusions, but she was able to give it a cleaning, get some of the chocolate stains out.

Yeah, she was doing this in broad daylight. No, nobody noticed. People tended to stick to their own damned business. If a spot of dark on a random teenager's shirt vanished between one blink and the next, who cared? Trick of the light. Seeing things.

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Kyoko: I mean, yeah.
Kyoko: Still use some.
Kyoko: Not really important though.
Kyoko: I'm still gonna need Grief Seeds eventually.
Pyrrha: You could say the same for any Huntsman, any policeman or fireman.
Pyrrha: Many rely on income from their work to feed themselves, to maintain their weaponry, and even frivolities on the side.
Pyrrha: Does this make their actions of fighting against the dark tide of Grimm any less heroic?
Kyoko: Yes.
Kyoko: Heroes act selflessly. With no desire for payment.
Kyoko: They care about the innocent, without even receiving gratitude.
Kyoko: I'm not a hero. It's too hard.
Kyoko: I only care about myself.


Kyoko approached the hysterical woman, channeling her best "not a delinquent" energy. "Excuse me, is this purse yours?"

The woman's eyes locked onto the purse, held in Kyoko's outstretched arms.

"Oh! It is! Thank you so much! Where did you find it?"

The lady was only halfway paying attention to her own question. Too busy rummaging through her bag, trying to figure out what was there and what was missing. She could almost see the thoughts run through the woman's mind: surprise, that her bag had been returned at all. Dismay, that all of the cash had gone missing. And finally, relief that her little girl's birthday gift was still in place.

Kyoko was especially satisfied to see that last part. She woulda been a little pissed if Miss 'Boo-hoo I'm Going To Make A Scene Over My Daughter' cared more about the money than the girl she'd so espoused.

"It was a bench on the upper level," Kyoko smoothly not-quite-lied. "Tossed over, like someone had been digging through it. I'm sorry if there's anything missing…" she trailed off, tried to put on a remorseful expression.

The woman gave her a hug.

Oh.

Huh.

Uh.

Clearly, she needed to steal more stuff.

"It's fine, thank you so much! I wish I could repay you somehow, But it looks like you were correct, I don't have any money left…"

"No, no, that's fine," Kyoko said with a smile. "Just trying to do what's right." The words almost didn't feel wrong coming out of her mouth.

The security guard, who she'd almost forgotten about, spoke up. "I appreciate you doing your civic duty, young lady, but shouldn't you be in school?"

Crap. She didn't let her expression slip, but internally, she cursed herself for forgetting. Her fault. Shoulda remembered that most girls her age weren't in malls at one o'clock.

"I'm homeschooled," Kyoko lied, hoping the guard would simply buy it and not ask further questions.

He didn't. "Oh? Would you mind if I asked your name, young miss?"

What was this guy, a freaking truant officer? What did he care?

"Kyoko Tomoe, sir," Kyoko half-lied. …Ugh. She immediately wanted to backpedal. Felt slightly guilty for borrowing her ex-senpai's name in such a stupid way. 'Specially since it could, maybe get her in real trouble. It was the first thing that came to mind, unfortunately.

"And your parents?" Man, this guy just wouldn't let up.

Purse lady came to her rescue, luckily enough. "Oh, officer, give the young lady some room to breathe. Clearly, her parents are doing something right if she is willing to take time out of her day to help someone in need."

…The praise was nice. But Kyoko remembered that it was fake. Like she'd said in the Node, she wasn't an altruist. She'd been the one to snatch the woman's bag in the first place, after all. Anything the lady said had to be filtered through that info. Returning it was simply a lesser crime.

Security guard didn't know that though. "I suppose you are correct… Well, then. Enjoy your shopping, you two."

The moment the two adults looked away, Kyoko snuck away, using a tiny pinch of magic to quiet her footsteps. Once she was well and truly out of sight, she escaped the mall post-haste, finding herself on the shingled roof of a nearby restaurant.

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Pyrrha: I think you're being harsh on yourself.
Pyrrha: It is true that the ideal hero acts as you describe, with a pure heart and noble ideal.
Pyrrha: Such is, perhaps, the standard we should all strive for. One we should hold ourselves to, in times of crisis or doubt.
Pyrrha: But such heroes rarely exist outside the realm of fairy tales, admirable as they are.
Pyrrha: We are left with, instead, the heroes of reality. Fallible men and women with foibles and flaws.
Pyrrha: This does not make their deeds not noteworthy.
Pyrrha: It does not make your deeds not noteworthy.
Yuri: …I can kind of agree with that.
Yuri: If one looked only at the money Association Fixers are paid to look the other way, the deals Colors likely had to make to secure their position, the corpses swept under rugs…
Yuri: I think the City would be devoid of heroes, in its entirety.
Undyne: Still worth trying, though!
Undyne: Heroes are awesome!


Kyoko scowled, as she'd been wont to do when interacting with Pyrrha Nikos.

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Kyoko: You guys.
Kyoko: How can you be this much older than me?
Kyoko: And also be this much more naive?
Kyoko: You, all of you, 'cept maybe Yuri.
Kyoko: Easy marks for Kyubey.
Yuri: …Thank you?


Quoth her father: Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.

Kyoko Sakura. There is another Magical Girl hunting Witches in Kazamino City. I am informing you as per my promise.

Kyoko nodded to her patron and transformed, jamming a Finnish Sweet in her mouth.

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Undyne: Who's Kyubey?
Kyoko: Magical Girls aren't benevolent.
Kyoko: Not heroes. Not cartoons. Not angels, or superheroes, or knights.
Kyoko: And I'll prove it to you.


Her spear manifested at her side. Kyubey sent her coordinates, a sense of location. Kyoko took to the skies.

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Pyrrha: Kyoko.
Pyrrha: Whatever you're about to do…
Kyoko: Shut up.
Kyoko: You've got no clue what you're talking about.
Kyoko: We're humans.
Kyoko: Clawing and scraping for life and power.
Kyoko: Constantly in-fighting for limited resources, where the strong get 'em and the weak die.
Kyoko: I'm not weak.
Pyrrha: I never said you were.
Kyoko: I said!
Kyoko: Shut!
Kyoko: Up!!!
Pyrrha: …
Yuri: Kyoko, isn't this being a little rude?


She poured her thoughts into the Node. Words, run through her mind, run through the logs. Unfiltered. Raw.

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Kyoko: You know what, know-it-all college girl?
Kyoko: Here's a little lesson on how things work in my world.
Kyoko: Territory's everything to us.
Kyoko: Witches that show up, the Familiars they spawn, we covet them.
Kyoko: We feed on them.
Kyoko: There's another Magical Girl, here in Kazamino City. My city.
Kyoko: Normally, I'd just drive her away, teach her never to step on my turf again.
Kyoko: But I'm not feeling merciful right now.
Kyoko: I'm gonna kill her.
Kyoko: And you, all a' you.
Kyoko: Learn to shut the Hell up talking about good deeds and heroes!
 
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Chapter 9: Gestation

Chapter 9: Gestation


Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
test: ...I didnt say anythng.
test: I shouldve said smthng.
ModScarlet: Yes, that was something of a shitshow.
test: ...this is dumb but
test: lol, u swear?
ModScarlet: I think this is an appropriate time?
ModScarlet: Relations have rapidly degraded.
ModScarlet: Kyoko has alienated herself from the Node.
ModScarlet: I won't be getting much from her in the near future.
ModScarlet: And many of your Nodemates are quite worked up about it.
test: u mean Pyrrha.
test: Pyrrha is worked up about it.
ModScarlet: Her being worked up is causing others to be worked up.
ModScarlet: Even if to a lesser extent.
ModScarlet: It's not ideal.
ModScarlet: Though, back to that thing you said…
ModScarlet: What do you think you should have said?
ModScarlet: And would it help if I copied you instead?
ModScarlet: I would welcome pretty much anything from you.
test: …idk.
test: smthng.
test: it just feels like Im
test: watchin history repeat itself.
test: can I go on a tangent?
ModScarlet: Sure.
test: I had this friend.
test: irl I mean.
test: valued strngth n bein able to protect urself.
test: who elses gonna, yknow?
test: thought u should always hold a mindset
test: looking down rather than looking up.
test: Im not sure if Im putting this right.
test: sum it up, tho
test: we live in a world of predators and prey.
test: better to be a predator
test: than to be eaten.
ModScarlet: Is this the exceptional individual you believe you know?
test: ya
test: she had powers.
test: we were partners for awhile.
test: we fought crime!
test… ha, u dont get that joke do u?
ModScarlet: …No?
test: anyway
test: Idk where everything went wrong.
test: like, ok.
test: that sounds stupid of me.
test: I can point at things I did that were dumb.
test: bad decisions
test: stupid impulses
test: mistakes
test: but like,
test: I dont get how it was possible to do all of them?
test: and not think
test: 'hey that's a fucking stupid idea'
test: 'hey you shouldn't do that'
test: 'hey ya'
test: etc.
test: point is
test: Sophias in jail now.
test: Id be in there w/ her if it werent for Dad.
test: and the worst part is
test: I dont think Ive rly changed that much.
test: I still agree w/ most of what she said.
test: strong, weak, predators, prey
test: like, she wasnt wrong.
test: I just realized I wasnt as strong as I thought.
test: thats all.
test: oh right.
test: Kyoko.
test: she and Sophia r the same.
test: same philosophy.
test: same braincell.
test: same jail cell, if she keeps this up.
test: and I still dk if Im wrong or shes wrong or if everybodys wrong and Im just talkin shit I dont get
test: but watchin here like a voyeur
test: I feel like shes going down a bad path.
test: …ya, ur right.
ModScarlet: I am?
test: I need to speak up.
test: Im gonna send her a pm.
test: I cant hide forever.
test: thx for the encouragement.
test: but I wont need ur help.







That was all she wrote.

In the wake of Kyoko's furious outburst and subsequent radio silence, the Node had entered a period of uneasy awkwardness. First had come the begging and pleading, for a response. Mostly Pyrrha's. Then came the strained discussion, the trailing threads. Much of the conversation made their way to the private channels, hidden and scurrying from the light of public attention.

Each of them had sent a private message to Kyoko, once again at Pyrrha's prodding. The child hadn't known what to say, but gave a token effort nonetheless, with a focus on honesty and sincerity. Well, aside from capping it off with a 'Senpai' note. It had made the child feel incredibly ridiculous, but she'd sent it anyway. She figured that, maybe, the young teen took that honorific seriously. She was ninety percent sure that Kyoko had only brought it up to mess with her, but who knew?

Privately, the child couldn't help but wonder if this was all an overreaction on their part. She wasn't a member of a Syndicate, but she understood territory and keeping it nonetheless. Offices typically wanted to keep an area safe in their direct vicinity, if only to protect from raids. And mercy was… frequently unwise. Kyoko wasn't wrong, by her view of things.

She shook the unnecessary thought off. The child had greater things to worry about.

In her hands, she held a cheap wine bottle. She'd acquired it in a back alley, not far from the location of her Office. Struck a deal with a somewhat shady vendor, for lack of better options. Its contents consisted of a black liquid, darkened to an ebony hue. A blackness so deep, it seemed almost artificial. A synthetic shade of lightlessness.

This, supposedly, was a sample of a Singularity.

For the uninformed, Singularities are technologies. But not just any. Technologies so profound, so impossible, that they can turn the City, the world on its head. Seething crucibles of genius ingenuity, passionate rebukes towards the laws of physics, silken threads of gold and polymer that bind the book of human advancement… a Singularity is to conventional understanding as a television is to a caveman, playing with sticks and rocks. Wars have been fought over such technologies. Wings of the World, risen and fallen on the backs of their unique, coveted, invention.

To put it simply: they're a big deal. Even the commonplace ones, ones that have been disseminated to the masses.

Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
Yuri: Hello, Moderator.
Yuri: I have another sample to submit.
ModScarlet: You're finding "samples" quite rapidly, Yuri.
ModScarlet: I appreciate the enthusiasm, but aren't you being a tiny bit…
ModScarlet: What's the word?
ModScarlet: Heartless?
Yuri: If you're talking about Kyoko…
Yuri: I can't say I'm happy with her circumstances and actions.
Yuri: But I can't let that get in the way of the task you gave us.
Yuri: …There isn't much I can do for her, anyway.


Ugh. Now this. The child knew that wasn't true, on some level. Of all the beings in any world, she was one of the only ones with direct influence on the life of Kyoko Sakura. One of six to have a pipeline directly into her mind. Claiming powerlessness was true, most of the time, for the child. But not this time.

She was being selfish, plain and simple. She cared less about the death of a human she'd never known than her own survival. Which, it should be noted, is perfectly fine! Survival and the desire thereof is human. It would be better if she would simply be honest about it.

Regardless of my opinion on things, the child withdrew the portal Relic from her jacket, placing it on her table. Next to it, the bottle of black Singularity-liquid. Finally, a small dish. The former two were placed into the latter. And so she waited.

Unfortunately for the child…

Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
Yuri: I placed the Connection into the liquid sample.
Yuri: Are you picking up anything this time?
ModScarlet: No.
ModScarlet: I am not detecting any anomalous properties.
ModScarlet: There is no significant energy flowing through the Node.


I think I've been scammed, the child thought. Again.

The history of tattoo-based augmentation in the City is quite an interesting one. The rise of old M Corp, the patent war fought over their profitable Singularity, and its subsequent implosion and replacement by the M Corp of today. The tale could fill a history book on its own! Very little of it, however, is relevant to the child's tale. We'll have to forgo going into it, in favor of the details of the Singularity pertaining to the child's goals here.

After old M Corp's fall, their Singularity became public domain. While the secrets of certain other Singularities might have been bought up by other Wings, this was not true of M Corp's. And seeing how it is quite versatile, stylish, and above all: cheap, it spread through the Backstreets like an inky flood. Those with knowledge of the techniques behind inscribing ink with power, and the dexterity to apply it became commonplace. The exact source of said ink, however, remains something of a mystery to the common Citydweller. After all, why concern yourself with the method of function if the method functions?

The child had hoped that she could acquire a sample of the tattoo Singularity's power source. For usage in reducing the Node's power allocation. However, all searching had done was open her up to opportunists and liars. Vials of useless, glowing liquid that did nothing of note besides stain paper. This particular one was only the latest in a series of failures.

A real shame, that the child had so easily dismissed Enkephalin. The substance extracted from my children. I speculate, though I cannot be sure, that it would suit her purposes quite nicely. After the fall of L Corp, it is admittedly something of a rarity in these parts of the Backstreets. But it would be a better investment than the false leads and snake oils she was currently chasing.

Pursuing these avenues was doing a serious hit on the child's finances. Every penny she earned from Fixer work that wasn't allocated to taxes or housing, was going towards the Node. It was a bad idea, in many ways. But she was desperate to chase the brilliant, scintillating light of Remnant. She'd do anything to escape the City. Throw all caution to the wind. Spend every Ahn she owned.

Node1127: Private Channel with ModScarlet
Yuri: Apologies for wasting your time, again.
Yuri: You'd think it would be easier to obtain the ink Singularity when the tattoo augmentation is so common.
ModScarlet: Don't worry about it. Checking these things is what I'm here for.
ModScarlet: And take care of yourself.


As far as warnings went, perhaps it was one she should have followed.

But when you've spent your entire life in Hell, only able to dream of a nebulous entity called Heaven… what is one to do when the real thing deorbits, tracing a blazing streak across the sky?

The child could only chase it like a falling star.






The thought wouldn't leave her head. The growing guilt that this situation with Kyoko was all Pyrrha's fault. Cultural differences, or perhaps personal differences, had driven the Node apart and possibly might even lead to the death of an innocent. Pyrrha didn't want to retract her analysis of Kyoko as a fundamentally good person at heart—she liked to think almost everybody was, at the end of the day! But that was looking increasingly unlikely. So she was left adrift. Unsure as to the action she should take, whether she could take action at all.

Going for a walk to clear her head had seemed like a good idea, at the time. Beacon's campus wasn't exactly crawling with Grimm, nor criminals, a dubious Blake aside (forging papers to enter Beacon was probably also some kind of felony, but any judge that would be so heartless as to seriously prosecute Jaune Arc of all people probably didn't deserve the position). And it gave her some time away from her teammates, who, while curious, hadn't thought twice about her doing so. Only, now, she found herself desiring their advice more and more. Kyoko's dilemma was too much for a single girl to ponder. Perhaps, she'd overly gotten used to using the Node as an eternally accessible communication tool.

Her wanderings brought her to a small courtyard. Its centerpiece was a statue carved from gray stone, which Pyrrha went over with a critical eye. Two unnamed Huntsmen stood atop a rocky outcropping, posing heroically. Just below them, a Beowolf roared into the distance, as if to challenge the very notion of humanity's victory.

There was no explanatory plaque, no signposting. Only context and the knowledge that Professor Ozpin had been the one to order its installation. What was he trying to communicate to the generations of students passing through this institution? That Huntsmen must always be diligent, for the forces of evil were never far away? That there must always exist Huntsmen, to combat the Grimm?

A third possibility, one uncomfortably relevant. That Huntsmen—heroes, were ultimately doomed to fail. No small victory mattered, for the Grimm were ever-present. Even a lifetime spent pushing back the tide meant nothing if the ocean's flow could not be stemmed. Ozpin seemed like the optimistic type, and so Pyrrha wanted to think this was not the case.

…Pyrrha would like to think that she wasn't wrong. She'd posted her piece, and while she clearly had something incorrectly, she did not think she'd said anything incorrect. Anyone who fought was to be admired. Those who did not, could not, ought to be protected. It really was as simple as that. Kyoko Sakura was the one who'd gone astray, not her.

Right?

…Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to be Kyoko, of all people, to end up in such a disagreement? Pyrrha had nothing against Undyne or Yuri, don't get her wrong. They were tentatively fine people, as far as she could tell, though her doubts on those fronts continued to grow. But the relationship between her and them, it was tempered by need. They needed something from her. It was not new to her, but nor was it pleasant. Every interaction, every flattery, and every innocuous request had to be tinted with that lens. It was what she had come to Beacon to escape. The fact that the Node had forced two more such people onto her, despite her best efforts, caused her no small amount of consternation.

Kyoko was the only one that didn't want anything from her. And while she was actively rude, held extremely different viewpoints, and was frankly arguably her complete antithesis for everything except their position on the color wheel, that single quality alone made getting along so much easier. Her silence could be felt.

…She couldn't let that stop her. The notion of Kyoko slaying a fellow girl coldbloodedly brought notions of mortality to her mind. A hand on the clock in her head turned. And she needed to bring something to her Nodemate's attention.

Node1127: Private Channel with Undyne
Pyrrha: Hello again.
Undyne: Yeah, what's up?
Pyrrha: Yuri once mentioned that she would be willing to… donate a human soul from her world, to help you and your monsters break your barrier.
Pyrrha: I doubt she would be able to obtain such a soul willingly.
Pyrrha: Blood would have to be shed, if I am correct.
Pyrrha: Have you discussed this topic in private? I don't want to make any assumptions.
Undyne: A little.
Undyne: Why?
Pyrrha: It would be unfair of me to…
Pyrrha: Shield Yuri from the act of killing.
Pyrrha: I would not be surprised if it even turned out to be unnecessary.
Undyne: Uh huh. And?
Pyrrha: This request is not for her.
Pyrrha: It is for me.
Pyrrha: I don't think I could live with myself if I watched, complacently, as someone died for a good cause.
Undyne: What, so you want me to refuse?
Pyrrha: Yes.
Undyne: HELL no.
Undyne: I won't give up our shot at freedom…
Undyne: …just to assuage your guilty conscience!
Pyrrha: Please, finish hearing me out.


She'd come prepared for this refusal. And while she hadn't talked this over with her team, Pyrrha was no idiot. She'd brought arguments in advance.

Node1127: Private Channel with Undyne
Pyrrha: First off, are you truly certain that there is no other way to break the barrier?
Pyrrha: That you will require a seventh person to die?
Undyne: Look, Pyrrha.
Undyne: We've been down here for millennia.
Undyne: You think we haven't TRIED everything we possibly could to escape?
Undyne: We've got sciencey stuff up the wazoo!
Undyne: None of it's made a dent.
Undyne: It's a soul or nothing.
Undyne: Nothing else has the power.
Pyrrha: Are human souls akin to a lock unto a key?
Pyrrha: Or are they simply necessary for their power?
Undyne: I mean, I guess…
Undyne: Anything just as powerful would work.
Undyne: But good luck finding a replacement!
Pyrrha: How so?
Undyne: I don't think you understand just how POWERFUL a single human soul is.
Undyne: According to Dr. Alphys…
Undyne: The souls of every single monster in the Underground…
Undyne: Thousands of monsters, even if we were all to suddenly die almost simultaneously, somehow…
Undyne: …would equal the power of ONE human soul.
Undyne: One.
Pyrrha: …
Pyrrha: That is admittedly daunting.
Undyne: Right?
Pyrrha: But surely the Node has created new options for you?
Pyrrha: The Connection Relic is explicitly a portal, even if it is too small to be of use right now.
Pyrrha: If you just wait a little longer…
Undyne: Don't yammer at me about WAITING.
Undyne: What part of MILLENIA did you not understand?
Undyne: Yeah, maybe you're right.
Undyne: Maybe we'll figure something out with the Node.
Undyne: Maybe we'll find some far-off happy ending where no one has to die.
Undyne: But my people deserve BETTER than a MAYBE.
Undyne: It is my DUTY.
Undyne: My RESPONSIBILITY!
Undyne: To free the Underground, at ANY cost!
Undyne: If Yuri gets us that soul…
Undyne: We won't have to wait any more.
Undyne: You get me?


Sometimes, Pyrrha reflected, she'd experienced a phenomenon known as 'her words getting caught in her throat.' It wasn't a pleasant feeling. An almost tangible blockage in the base of her chest, an internal struggle to force sound to emit from her mouth, to force her vocal chords to vibrate. It was all psychological. But it made it no less difficult to turn down Headmaster Lionheart's invitation to Haven Academy, to ask Jaune directly to accompany her to the dance.

The Node was not a physical medium. The speed of thought was not slow. Even though it should, logically, be equally psychological, just as difficult to speak such heavy words, instead her thoughts flowed like water bursting from an overwrought dam, a bullet from a smoothly oiled rifle. These words, once uttered, could not be taken back. They would change the trajectories of both of their futures, forevermore.

Posting the words to seal their fates was so easy.

Node1127: Private Channel with Undyne
Pyrrha: If that is the case…
Pyrrha: It obviously won't be relevant until we figure out a way to physically move between worlds.
Pyrrha: But when that happens…
Pyrrha: I still want you to refuse Yuri.
Pyrrha: In return…
Pyrrha: Take my soul instead.
Pyrrha: If any human's soul will work, then mine should be as good as any's.
Undyne: …
Undyne: Pyrrha.
Undyne: You're a good person.
Undyne: TOO good of a person, if you ask me!
Undyne: No.
Undyne: I'll take whoever Yuri's got lined up, thank you.
Pyrrha: Don't you fancy yourself a hero?
Pyrrha: That would reek of injustice to me.
Pyrrha: Even if Yuri believed that whoever she sent your way deserved to die…
Pyrrha: The judgment of humans is flawed.
Pyrrha: Especially when they are searching for someone to kill in the first place.
Undyne: I'm a heroine for MONSTERS.
Undyne: I couldn't care less about humans!
Undyne: If you didn't know, we plan on declaring war on them anyway!
Undyne: A great war, to avenge ourselves sevenfold!
Undyne: Millennia of our lives have been stripped away by humanity.
Pyrrha: I've heard this rhetoric before.
Pyrrha: And I hate to compare the two, but it sounds like a Faunus terrorist organization from my world.
Pyrrha: The White Fang has turned increasingly violent, as of late.
Pyrrha: I think that you would end up on the wrong side of history, if I may be so blunt.
Undyne: WHO CARES?
Pyrrha: I care.
Undyne: …
Pyrrha: Taking another person's life with your own blade is not an easy task, as well.
Pyrrha: Even for you, and even for Kyoko, I assume.
Pyrrha: Please, Undyne.
Pyrrha: I am offering you my life of my own free will. To my knowledge, I am not being coerced, misled, or self-interested.
Pyrrha: I will freely give you my soul.
Pyrrha: If Yuri were to have her way, she would be denying that same freedom to someone else.
Pyrrha: Does that not shame you?
Undyne: …
Undyne: I
Undyne: I need to think about it.
Pyrrha: Thank you.
Pyrrha: You obviously do not need to decide now.
Pyrrha: I still need to get my affairs in order.
Pyrrha: This includes, hopefully, transporting Yuri from her world to mine, where murder is illegal for the most part.


Arguing for her own death. It was… certainly an experience. One would think it would be harder.

…Did this make her suicidal? Gods, she'd like to think not.

…Her timetable had moved up. Perhaps she could squeeze in a trip back to Argus, to see her family? Hopefully she could avoid giving them any hint that anything was wrong.

She needed to spend time with those she cared about while she still could.
 
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