[X] Bring Kaguya with you
[X] Malfeas
"I would be delighted by your company." You smile before snapping your fingers. "Lemmun."
"Yes Master?" The Naneke instantly replies, moving from his initial position farther behind you to your side in a second.
"Write down this message." You dictate, and the demon faithfully copies it on scroll. "Have one of the faster messengers bring it to Lady Berengiere, and tell me immediately if there are any concerns about Lady Kaguya's presence."
"It will be done!" Lemmun replies with a deep bow before darting away.
"You already have a most loyal follower." Kaguya claps her hands in delight. "As expected of Lelouch-sama!"
"Yes...
except he seems to have decided that all on his own." You mumble under your breath before asking the raven-haired girl a question. "Do you have a preferred method of transportation?"
"If we are meeting with a Citizen, I believe using a palanquin is a must." She replies instantly.
Five minutes later both of you are on board a palanquin carried by six Angyalkae with their prehensile hair while they play the Harp of Time (that they make silence impossible to happen near you is a coincidence!). Quite luckily Berengiere's residence is situated on the same layer of the Conventicle Malfeasant.
"I never apologized." You say suddenly, surprising Kaguya who is seated in front of you.
"For what?"
"That day in the forest, when we first met." You internally sigh: if Kaguya had forgot you would have kept silent, but since she clearly remembers... "I meant what I said. But I was unnecessarily harsh." You look out at the street. "I was also a somewhat bitter child, but that's not an excuse."
"I see. Then I can tell you that you have nothing to apologize for Lelouch-sama." She replies, smiling sweetly. "Harsh you may have been, it was the lesson that made me what I am today: not just the heir to the Sumeragi family, but myself. I am Kaguya Sumeragi, and I am my own person." Her expression turns soft. "You were the first person to treat me as such. For that, I am very grateful."
"Kaguya..." You admit to be surprised at the younger girl's level of maturity. Maybe...maybe you didn't make a mistake that time. "Are you sure you're younger than me?" You say with sarcasm.
"Do no worry Lelouch-sama." Her smile shines like the sun. "I am more than willing to wait a few years to make our union official!"
"Wait, what?" You blink in confusion. "Didn't we agree to enter the same coven already?"
She just keeps smiling, looking to all the world like the perfect picture of class and elegance.
'Seyrun?'
"Drawing a blank here Boss."
{====}
Your destination is a large patch of barren land, closed off by large bone-white walls and gates. Each of them is etched with scenes of fights and battles, phrases in Old Realm all telling how this was sacred ground and must not be disturbed.
There is a single building close to it: a large villa of crimson and purple right in the center of the only road leading to the boneyard. Music and chants come from it, Angyalkae and other demons skilled at singing present all around the premise.
You are received at the entrance by a group of Neomah and Noresores and escorted inside.
When you see her the mistress of the house is indulging herself, singing on a podium while an orchestra play behind her. At the front of a crowd of demons keep time by clapping.
The Weaver of Voices is beautiful in form, with luscious curves beneath crimson-veined clothing that murmurs in a thousand quiet voices rather than rustling as cloth does. Her fingers are delicately shaped into rending points, the veil she wears hinting at a face both demure and tempting.
"Remember Boss, don't ask what's behind that veil. Beside, it has nothing to do with what you have come here today for, right?"
You mentally grunt in agreement. You can safely admit you
are curious...but for the sake of necessity you can ignore such a minor urge.
"That's all for today dears." Berengiere says at the song's end amidst the cheers. "Now go back to work. There is much left to do."
Without further encouragement the demons scatter to do their duty, while the orchestra change melody and keep playing. Berengiere descends the podium, hastening her steps when she catch sight of you. "Ah! Dear guests!" She exclaims excitedly. "Welcome to my abode."
""May joy and fortune shine upon you Lady Berengiere."" You and Kaguya both say, bowing. "I am Green Sun Prince Zero, Chosen of Wise Oramus."
"And I am Green Sun Princess Kaguya Sumeragi, Chosen of Noble Szoreny." Kaguya continues. "Thanks for having me today."
"I always have time for visitors. Come, let's have some refreshment."
Said 'refreshment' turns out to be tea and snacks. Even if said tea has a strong metallic aftertaste, and the snacks while tasting sweet lack most of Earth's common ingredients in their preparation. What was used to replace them...you prefer to not know.
"Lady Berengiere." You begin after making sure to consume only the strictly necessary to keep up etiquette. "If it pleases you, I would like to talk about the reasons for my visit."
"Yes, yes." She says quickly, as if remembering it just now. "It was about the cult of...of..."
"The Court of the Black Jade Emperor, Mistress." A butler helpfully suggests.
"Ah yes yes yes. Now I remember!" She puts the tips of her nails together. "Goodness, there are so many. Apparently I am, for some reason, greatly suitable for raising cults so I must work hard. Something about a 'good impression'." She tilts her head. "Which is strange because my soul-sister Sondok also has great success among mortals. And while dear Sondok has many good qualities, it cannot be honestly said she is...what was called?" She puts a finger on her veil, where the lips should be. "A people's person?"
Seyrun laughs harshly.
"The Guardian of Ligier's treasures? I would be amazed to find someone below an Unquestionable that doesn't fear her!"
"I am sure...that the mortals that venerate Lady Sondok are all worthy individuals that recognize and admire said good qualities." You say diplomatically.
"Of course, of course! My dear soul-sister is very good at what she does." Berengiere nods quickly. "Where we were? Oh yes, the cult. You said you want to request their services?"
"That's correct. With your consent of course." You reply respectfully. "I am creating a group of fighters for a purpose linked to the Reclamation, and I am in need of a civilian branch to handle the more mundane matters, and also expand recruitment among those who has yet to see the truth. Naturally I am not asking this for free: if there is something I can do for you in exchange, Lady Berengiere, you only have to ask."
"So polite!" Berengiere giggles politely. "There is no need to be so stiff dear, I am quite happy to serve the Reclamation however I can." She pauses and takes a long sip of tea before setting down the cup. "That said, I am sure you know of my craft, my pride and joy." She puts her hand together. "Something that's best done while in Creation. As such, as long as the new activities of my believers don't interfere with the time they can dedicate summoning me and my assistants, I have no objections."
"Of course Lady Berengiere. It's but a trivial matter to fix." You bow. "And if it would please you, I can arrange for
extending said time. Something that would become more than possible with the swelling of our ranks. I was also given the impression there is a high demand for the material that in Creation is called Sakuradite?"
"Ah! Yes yes yes!" She claps her hands excitedly. "Indeed! A strange material this 'sakuradite' is: similar to Jade, but volatile and it's truly magical only when worked with external Essence." She leans forward. "It has all sort of INTERESTING effects when used in weaving."
"It does?"
"Yes! Just forty cries of Tomescu ago I exploded."
Silence.
"The cloth exploded. Not me." She takes another sip of tea. "It's my personal belief that it's the result of Pasiap and Hesiesh running closer to each other than before. A minority think it's a Sidereal plot to make Daana'd and the spirit courts of Water recede to free up more land, but there is always someone who cries 'Sidereal plot!' at every strange happening."
Silence.
She tilts her head. "Where I was?"
You clear your throat. "The Sakuradite Lady Berengiere. If it is what you desire, I can arrange to have suitable quantities of it delivered to you."
"And I can help." Kaguya interjects. "Since mine is one of the families trusted with its extraction. Most of what can be safely smuggled under Britannia's nose will be needed for Peer Zero's army, but I am sure we can spare enough for your needs."
"Sublime news!" She exclaims happily. Then she abruptly turns pensive. "Peer Kaguya, if I remember right you are working to gather all the cults in Japan under a sole organization? If the Makers so desire who I am to oppose it? Yet, the efforts of the Sidereals, and through them the Dragonblooded, to stomp down such cults have always been strong. Is it wise to leave trails that can be exploited to make such tasks easier?"
"You raise a good point, Lady Berengiere." Kaguya admits, still smiling. "That's why such efforts are half-way complete, and will remain so until we are ready."
Both you and the demon look at her. "What do you mean?"
"In one word: compartmentalization." She begins to explain. "Each cult has it own internal structure. They have contacts with a single agent of the organization to which they defer to, and only that. But there are no fixed meetings: the agent shows up when needed, and the cultists have no way of contacting him, though he shows up at least once a month. By the same token each agent handles a single cult, and they meet their superiors only when the latter contact them. Those superiors only have data about a certain number of cults, other groups handling the rest. All those groups then answer to me, through intermediaries that cannot be traced to me." She smile grows. "Each and every one of those nodes is unaware of the others. Some know they exist, but nothing more. The only one who knows of the whole web is myself. It's not a perfect system. It was not designed that way. But it will hold until Japan is free from Britannia's control, at which point we will connect all nodes and transform the system into Japan's official religion. Until then, no destruction of a single cell will endanger the whole structure."
This...is-
"Brilliant!" Berengiere claps, stealing the words out of you words. "This is, indeed, the cleverness of a true Exalt! But wait: Japan's official religion?"
You and Kaguya share a look before explaining your plan.
The reaction-
"My! How bold!! If Lord Ligier approves so do I! Quick, get me quill and scroll: we must finalize this contract!"
-Is positive.
{====}
"Here you are." Rakshata is there to greet you and Kaguya when both of you return, together with Akito, Milly and Leila. "By your face, I guess everything turned alright?"
"I would say so. Wait, let me rephrase that: I definitely say so." You raise the scroll with the official contract with Berengiere, surveyed and blessed by a priest of Cecelyne, before giving it to Kaguya to keep. "Since everyone is here, I presume something happened?"
"Not quite." The Defiler replies. "I just thought it was time to introduce you to Lillun."
Ten minutes later
"Do you know how, normally, at the death of their bearers Celestial Exaltations fly back to Yu-shan in the cabinet of Lytek, the God of Exaltations, to be purified?" Rakshata begins after the six of you board the wagon. "Well, obviously an alternate system to keep the Infernal Exhalations here in Hell was needed. And since our dear Masters have a habit of creating a specifically-made demon when a new issues pops up instead of using machines, they did the same."
"Lillun is a Behemoth." Akito continues. "A unique, special spiritual creature who looks like a human."
"Her official title is 'Phylactery Womb', since she holds the fifty Exaltations of the Green Sun Princes within herself." Rakshata resumes. "But she's mostly known as the 'Coryphee of Hope'. She's a living, thinking control mechanism."
"That's the truth Boss. I personally meet her when she put your Exaltations inside me. It was just a touch: the real challenge was keeping it contained until I could meet you."
'I see. Well, I suppose this fits the themes of Malfeas I've seen far. What kind of person is Lillun?'
"...It was a brief meeting. She just smiled and put the supermote inside me. Then she said 'May the blessing of the Yozi be with you'. After that I was escorted away."
"Though she insists us Infernals call her 'Big Sister'." Akito grumps.
"It would be a pleasure to meet her." Kaguya smiles. "I assume we are heading to her residence?"
"I wouldn't call the Basilica of Carousel Whimsy a residence, but yeah."
Only later, when you reach your destination, do you understand Rakshata's words.
The Celebration Eternal.
A lavish, incredibly huge party that has been ongoing for several years now, and it's intended to keep going for eternity. Upon entering the truly massive open-air stadium that is the Basilica of Carousel Whimsy you are meet with the spectacle of thousands of demons celebrating in what is probably the mother of all parties.
Milly's shrill of pure delight cements that impression.
And in the center of it is Lillun herself: externally she looks like a young woman around her twenties, hair, clothes, lips and everything else save for rosy skin is green. She dances barefoot with grace and elegance, the other demons giving her space while following her pirouettes around the place.
She is a divine dancer. She is also, according to your Essence sight, an absolute monster that rivals an Unquestionable. If the Yozi intended this to be a safeguard mechanism, they did extremely well.
Lillun keeps her eyes closed, and yet she slowly move towards your group's direction until she's right in front of you. Then she opens her eyes, revealing cherry-red pupils radiating unbridled happiness. She cups Akito's cheeks and gives him a chaste kiss on the forehead before moving to do the same to the others and you. When she is finished she takes a step back and speaks:
"In you resides the hopes of the Demon Race."
Then she leaves, rejoining the party she is queen of.
You suppose she's a woman of few words.
"Lelouch." "Lelouch-sama."
Milly and Kaguya both offer you a hand.
""May I have this dance?""
You weigh pros and cons. "As long as I am not forced to drink something suspicious, sure."
{====}
The following two days, or four cries of Tomescu, are occupied with your finalizing the details of your collaboration with the rest of your Coven. Thanks to Kaguya's open support your problems with money are gone, though you aren't going to abuse that or her faith.
Rakshata needs to finish a couple of projects and assemble her team before she can join you, but she is ready to provide the Black Knights with every technology they will need.
Kaguya took upon herself the duty to contact General Gene Smilas and convince him to send the W-0 unit to Japan. That will be tricky to handle, but you are confident she can do so easily.
And then it happens. Ligier comes, announced this time, so you have all the time to prepare and greet him properly. "I see you are ready to depart." He comments.
"That is exactly so, Lord Ligier." You reply. "We will probably not able to return for months. But I am confident our junior Peers will prove adequate replacements while we do our own parts."
"Let's hope so, shall we?" He smiles, putting his hands together, before his gaze falls on you. "But it's not to say goodbye that I am here.
Lelouch Vi Britannia. My Oversoul wishes to speak with you."
That day you discover Seyrun's screams of terror can be quite girly when sufficiently motivated.
"...If I may ask, Lord Ligier." It is only later, when you follow the Green Sun of Malfeas down a subterranean structure, that you find the courage to speak. "Am I allowed to know the reason for this...meeting?"
"You may." He replies simply, sounding like the whole ordeal is common routine. "Simply put, you managed to catch the interest of the King, Lelouch Vi Britannia. Not in a bad way, so you can relax." He turns his head minutely to the side. "But, depending on how the conversation goes, you may need medical attention at the end. Do not worry though, for I know many spells that can help and I will magnanimously use them if necessary."
Seyrun's whimpers get stronger. "How very generous of you my Lord." You bow, too nervous to use any kind of sarcastic tone.
"Ah, here we are." Ligier stops in front of an ornate brass door. "This place is saturated in mine and the whole Demon City's Essence. With a small push you will be able to contact my Oversoul's consciousness." He opens the door, green vapor coming out in waves, before stepping aside to clear the passage. "Do not worry if what you are going to experience will be confounding. Yozis do not think like measly mortals...what you will get is just a small shard that your mind will struggle to comprehend."
"Thank you for the warning." You gulp before walking inside.
"If it may help, I hope you return." Ligier says before closing the door. "I really want to see that plan of yours made a reality."
Then everything turns
green.
{====}
"Then I don't want to be your heir!" You shout at your father, too angry at his complete lack of concern over your mother's death and Nunnally's crippling to care. The other nobles gasp and whisper, but you ignore them. "I've had enough of the fighting and the scheming over who will succeed you!"
You are throwing away your title, but at this point it's more of a libera-
"You are dead." The Emperor's cruel words cut through your mind like a blade. "You've been dead from the moment you were born. Who gave you the clothes you wear? Your home, your food, your very life! All of those, I have given to you! In short, you have never actually lived! And yet you dare to speak such foolishness to me?!"
He abruptly stands up from the throne, his intimidating frame and gelid cold eyes causing you to fall down on your ass.
"Lelouch!" Charles Zi Britannia's voice booms. "As you are dead, you have no rights. I am sending you and Nunnally to Japan."
Japan?
Fire
Chaos
Blood
The sound of machine guns and explosions never stop never stop never stop never stop neverstopneverstopneverstopneverstopneverstopneverstop
"As prince and princess, you will serve as bargain-"
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" You scream, the eyes of everyone widening as they step back from the sheer amount of
hate in your words. You push yourself up, every trace of fear evaporating as unbearable heat spread from the center of your chest through your whole body. "IF YOU WANT TO KILL ME WHY DON'T YOU JUST PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER?!!"
"You dare throw a tem-"
"SHUT UP!" Were you of clearer mind, you would have realized your voice couldn't possibly come from a nine years old child. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! SHE WAS YOUR WIFE YOU BASTARD! SHE HAD MORE LOYALTY FOR YOU IN HER PINKIE THAN ALL THESE VIPERS HERE PUT TOGETHER! AND NOT ONLY DID YOU LET HER BE KILLED AND HER DAUGHTER CRIPPLED, YOU EVEN LET THE CULPRIT GO!"
The guards roughly restrain you and put a hand over your mouth, but you bite it. When he pulls it away in pain you deliver a last line. "WHAT KIND OF KING ARE YOU?!"
A FAKE
The guards catch fire. The nobles watching catch fire. Even the Emperor catches fire. You stare there dumbfounded, watching with sick fascination as they are quickly burned to ashes by the green fire...all the while screaming in excruciating pain.
BECAUSE
The hall expands, growing impossibly fast, concrete and tiles being replaced by brass and basalt.
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE KING!
Until you are in the middle of a cyclopean plaza surrounded by buildings so high you can't see the tops.
Every window like an eye staring at you with a pupil of baleful green fire.
"M-Malfeas..." You tremble, finally realizing the reality of the situation. You fall down on one knee and bow.
I AM
MORTAL. EVEN AMONG YOUR PATHETIC RACE, YOU ARE WEAK
YET YOU SPEAK OF STEALING CREATION BACK FROM THE TRAITOROUS GODS AND GIVING IT BACK TO ITS RIGHTFUL RULERS
WHERE DOES SUCH CONFIDENCE COME FROM?
Your throat is dry, words coming out like bloody nails. Yet you persevere. "I...have no other choice."
You take Malfeas' silence as a sign to continue. "It's true: I was weak. I had a weak body and no power I could call my own. I had to depend on the kindness of others, and every day I feared that those who have the power to strip away my freedom would find me and cast me back in the role of a puppet.
I hate the Emperor so much. And yet I hate myself so much more, for being unable to do anything against him. For being a weakling that had no choice but obey him.
Failure tasted like acid and ashes on my tongue."
Your hands clench so hard blood start to drip down from them. Your teeth grind against one another.
"But now, I have power! Even if it was given to me, it's still power! I can make my own choices now! I can think, I can decide for myself! I can make any miserable rabble that dare think they could order me around learn how much wrong they are!"
You raise your hand, clench it into a fist and then...punch the ground.
"I can destroy Britannia!"
Again.
"I can stand up to Charles Zi Britannia and crush him under my foot!"
Again.
"I can show the Dragonblooded who exactly their true masters are!"
Again. Your hand shatter.
"I can show the Lunars there is only one side they can choose, and the rest is a lie!"
Again. Cracks spread throughout your bones.
"I can tear apart the Sidereals' petty schemes and teach them what being a puppet in someone else's hands feels like!"
Again. Again. Again. Blood sprays your eyes.
"I can cast down the Underworld and those pathetic relics of a bygone era that dare call themselves Deathlords!"
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
"I can tear out the Gods' spines! Make them realize what pathetic, corrupted wenches they are!"
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again!
"AND WHEN SOL INVICTUS HIMSELF TELLS ME TO REPENT, I WILL SPIT IN HIS FACE AND TEAR OUT HIS HEART, TO SEE EXACTLY HOW
BLACK IT REALLY IS!"
The ground shatters.
"I CANNOT STOP! NOT UNTIL ALL MY ENEMIES ARE DEAD! ONLY THEN I WILL BE ABLE TO REALLY
LIVE!!!"
And the world
laughs.
HOW AMUSING. ONLY YOUR WILL IS PUSHING YOU FORWARD
YET YOUR DESIRES ARE RIGHTFUL
YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH
THAT CAN BE REMEDIED
Everything turns still...
Before your very
hate ignite with the force of a
wrathful sun.
{====}
The door is blasted off of its hinges, melting and evaporating before it could even come close to touching Ligier. The Fetich of the Demon City stares calmly ahead, eyes blazing and hands folded behind his back as boiling green vapor pours out of the entrance.
One hand wrapped in black emerges and grabs one side of the door.
Another hand emerges and grabs the other side.
Finally, with a mighty push Lelouch Vi Britannia steps out of the room, drenched in sweat.
And flickers of hateful green fires emanating from his eyes.
"How did it go?" Ligier asks with a small smile.
"The King...is most wise." He rasps out.
He snarls. "He reminded me that, before the world can be mended, the culprits must
pay."
"Most wise indeed. As the one who is closer to him, let me impart another lesson." Ligier raises his head, smile morphing into a grin. "The best kind of hate...is the one that is colder than ice, but burns stronger than acid."
Lelouch nod.
"I AM ALIVEEEEEE!!!"
'Oh? Seyrun? Where were you?'
"HIDING MY ASS OUT! CAN WE PLEASE GO BACK TO CREATION? PLEASE? PLEASEEEEE!!!!"
Current Xp: 49 -> 39
Gained:
First Malfeas Excellency, Second Malfeas Excellency, Malfeas Inevitability Technique, Malfeas World-Shaping Cosmogony
The fallen King of the Primordials is arrogant, cruel and given to excessive displays of obvious force for the chance to show off and the sadistic joy he feels when enemies and allies look upon him in awe and terror. He is vast and full of hate toward those who betrayed and imprisoned him, seeking vengeance with indiscriminate callousness to the collateral damage he inflicts on the innocent. The Demon City is resilient and strong enough to lift the world or crush it underfoot. The green fires raging in his heart blight the very Essence of everything they touch, marking the world with his wrathful glory. He holds authority over all things wise enough to bow before the world's creators.
Characters may apply this Charm to any actions in which they choose the ostentatious or overkill approach over merely adequate solutions. Any intentional subtlety or display of restraint makes this Excellency inapplicable, including adding less than half the maximum possible dice bonus to a roll (rounded down). Note that force does not necessarily equate to violence. A forceful seduction in which an Infernal confidently orders a prospective paramour to accompany him rather than cajoling or flattering her can benefit from this Charm just as readily as a stomp delivered to a prone enemy's face. Strangely, the power of Malfeas may also enhance any Performance action to dance or create music. These are the secret pleasures of the Demon City that embarrass Ligier.
Malfeas Mythos Exultant
The Demon Emperor works his wrath through the sheer power of his terrible will, calling boundless power out of hatred and fury. A stunt enhanced by this Charm allows the Green Sun Prince to pay a point of Willpower in place of up to (Essence) motes when activating an Excellency of Malfeas to enhance the stunted action.
A cold, quick bath to clean yourself and cool down your boiling spirits, and you join Milly on the journey through Cecelyne, and back to Earth.
You have begun the five-days travel across Cecelyne! What do you do during it?
[] Write-in. (You can use this time to train all traits save physical Attributes, Non-Caste/Non-Favored Abilities, Sorcery Spells and Martial Arts Charms)
{====}
"Aaaah. Home, sweet home." You sigh contently at the sight of Ashford Academy at night, illuminated by a pale moon. Eager to see Nunnaly again you walk quickly to your home, pass by the shrine with your photo surrounded by candles and reach the doorkno-
CRASH!!
The sound of something breaking startles Nunnaly, while C.C. just keeps drinking the soup, wishing it was pizza even if it's good.
The door is slammed open with a kick. Lelouch is standing in the doorway, a photo between his teeth and murder in his eyes, while behind him flames devour the shrine.
"Welcome back Lelouch." C.C. greets him with a small grin.
She let it happen.
She
let it happen.
Ooh, she is so gonna
pay!
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Hell: Complete.
+4 Xp for gaining the approval of Hell
+5 Xp for completing the Scene
+1 Xp for gaining a Pizza-loving Witch as an ally(?)
+2 Xp for becoming Marshal of the Althing Infernal
+1 Xp for meeting four Unquestionable in less than five days and survive to tell the tale
+1 XP for gaining an Unquestionable as a Mentor
+1 Xp for Malfeas' approval. Now go out and kill shit
+20 Xp for active participation
+5 Xp because, Holy Shit,
100 different people voted during this Arc! I love you guys!!
Fiendish Advent: Complete!
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"Glad to have you back pal!" Rivalz slaps your back. "Did you enjoy your vacation?"
"I was securing my future Rivalz. Hardly a vacation." You roll your eyes. "Also, I will need your help this afternoon."
"Ooh? Did you find another fat, rich noble to wring out of all his money?"
"No. We need to destroy my fan club before it becomes a real cult and starts stealing my clothes."
"I see-Wait what?!
You open the door to your classroom and step inside.
"Lelouch?!"
'This voice-!'
You turn around, but cannot believe your eyes.
Judging from his face, Suzaku cannot believe his eyes too.
[] Suzaku is alive! Rejoice!
[] Suzaku is alive! Be happy but keep up your public mask.
[] Suzaku is alive...too convenient: make sure he is not a filthy faker.
[] Write-in.
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What to say here....Mainly, that I need a name for the new episode. Ideas?
Also, I am thinking of changing Malfeas Mythos Exultant back to the original one, because attunement motes sound dumb. Should I?
