was referring to OUR Earth not having spelljammer connections. Faerun, Oerth, and Krynn actually form a triangle of Phlogiston Rivers, they are closely enough related as far as magic goes. In Spelljamming terms, they are very right next to one another.
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Static Shock actually joined the Justice League as an adult in the Justice League cartoon (the one with a lot of time traveling where John Stewart and Hawkgirl have a son).
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It's canon that the creators of both campaign settings regularly had personal meet-n-greets with the more iconic "heroic" characters, which were apparently their personal D&D characters in their own games.
So, yeah, our Earth is connected to both campaign settings, canonically.
Also, our ancient South American cultures (Incans and Mayans) were transported to the Forgotten Realms at some point. That's where the Maztican peoples and their gods came from, IIRC.
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Do you think Jenova, Lavos, The Entities, and other such things are all distantly related or merely a case of Convergent Evolution on a Omniversal scale?
To further that would the Tyranids and other such spices of Space Bug-Crabs be similarly Convergent evolution? Are Tyranids and the like the equivalent to their distant ancestors a single cellular I.E a single cellular organism a billion years ago to a modern day complex organisms.
To further that would the Tyranids and other such spices of Space Bug-Crabs be similarly Convergent evolution? Are Tyranids and the like the equivalent to their distant ancestors a single cellular I.E a single cellular organism a billion years ago to a modern day complex organisms.
I'd say convergent evolution on an omniversal scale.
I know a lot of folks compare Jenova with Lavos. And with the whole Meteor angle, I can easily see why.
Personally, though, I've always thought of her as being closer to The Thing, the 80's horror movie of a shapeshifting alien trapped under the arctic ice. The further details they gave her in the remakes further enhances that, with Jenova assuming the forms of dead Cetra, using their voices to lead their people into ambushes so Jenova could consume them and repeat the process.
I know a lot of folks compare Jenova with Lavos. And with the whole Meteor angle, I can easily see why.
Personally, though, I've always thought of her as being closer to The Thing, the 80's horror movie of a shapeshifting alien trapped under the arctic ice. The further details they gave her in the remakes further enhances that, with Jenova assuming the forms of dead Cetra, using their voices to lead their people into ambushes so Jenova could consume them and repeat the process.
Bit of a random thought/question. But would Alec ever want to turn one of his weapons into a death scythe from soul eater, I believe it would be a good choice because I think they have a true soul death property once they reach that level. Plus it's possible to get there from final fantasy worlds because soul eater was published by square enix so technically same multiverse. As a side note I think yuffie would love the weapon meister academy and from hazy memories other than a few things it's a rather good school.
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I remember one old INS/MV (In Nomine Satanis / Magna Veritas, French rpg, forerunner of the SJG rpg In Nomine) scenario, where the plot is that the 2ic of the Archangel of Judgment has collaborated with some Demon Princes to fake the assassination of his boss (via highly trained Demons of War with an enchanted lime green chainsaw) while trapping his spirit in the body of a Galapagos tortoise. With Dominic apparently permanently dead and gone, he takes over.
The PCs, of course, have to resolve this - by killing the tortoise to release Dominic's spirit. Of course, the tortoise is under heavy guard, their contact (an Angel of the Inquisition) has already staged the standard "we will deny all knowledge of your actions and whereabouts by framing you for treason so you can operate anonymously), etc . . .
(INS/MV was _way_ weirder than IN, and I'm not sure how much I'd have enjoyed playing it. Great fun to read, though.)
He could in a few different ways.
If he used it combined with a maxed out Mega-All, it's theoretically possible. Would take a lot of Meta Maxing and support skills to pull it off.
It would be easier if he got some kind of Voodoo Sympathetic Magic to aim it at all of humanity, but he probably wouldn't be able to exclude anyone he didn't want to Tang using that.
Probably a few more ways that don't immediately come to mind.
No idea why he would want to do it, unless he comes across some kind of Fanfiction version of Naruto, DxD or Harry Potter where literally every single person is a Horrible Evul Idiot.
Well, maybe if he came across the Taiminin universe...
Abduct all the Slut Ninjas and every Female on the planet and Tang the rest of the Verse...
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Yeah, Big A needs some R&R time. MLP would be ideal, he could even take a few ponies with him on tour, those girls are adventurous. Maybe Rainbow Dash and definitely Pinkie Pie (who with her reality defying powers could even travel with them permanently without actually missing anything in Equestria). Would definitely bring some sunshine in the cloudy world of Alchemist ♥️
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I agree with the other people saying Alec needs an actual vacation sometime soon, somewhere where he can make new friends, bond and generally have a good time. Things have been too dark for too long for him. He needs to go to Kirby's universe. It's full of cosmic horrors he can fight AND it has large potential for making powerful friends who are at his own level of strength, (Maybe a bit weaker or stronger, hard to say).
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Kirby regularly takes on multiverse-destroying eldritch horrors, many of which are (canonically) actually omnipotent.
Al could deal with normal enemies, but the endgame bosses? Many of them would treat Al as a chewtoy, at best. Even regular "weak" enemies can be planet-busters, and the bosses are on a whole different level.
Having Kirby as a friend would definitely help mitigate that somewhat, since he is more than willing to help his friends when needed, and he regularly obliterates such abominations.
Kirb-stomps them, if you will.
Still, the various game-events wouldn't exactly be pleasant to have to live through, which wouldn't help stress levels much at all.
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so anybody remember what chapter the really good description of Alexithymia alchemist had with I believe Black Canary is in? was trying to explain to a a friend what it is but it stood out in my head how exceptional that one chapter was in describing it.
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I don't remember the chapter, but it was something akin to most of his emotions being very quiet, aside from (I believe) anger, which comes through loud and clear.
I don't remember the chapter, but my experience is emotions are eather quiet, often requiring some level of active introspection, or loud and all consuming. Anger does seem to get across that line easyer, although with more experience I'm no longer controlled by what passes that line.
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Using the site search function for times Mister Ficser said "Alexithymia" in long posts, I found chapter 104:
Then I searched the word "Karen" and found the one I remembered, from chapter 166:
There was another one, which quote I didn't grab, where Karen asks Martha Kent what happiness feels like.
FR definitely has ties to Earth, but there's actually quite a few gods from Earth in FR. The whole Chinese, Egyptian, and Babylonian Pantheons, among others. Mielikki and Loviatar are both Finnish, Tyr is Norse, Silvanus is Celtic, Sune might be Venus. Tiamat and Bahamut are Sumerian? Babylonian, something. Many of the Archdevils are named after Middle Eastern gods, like Belial and Mammon. American Indian Pantheon seemed alive and well to the north, too.
Oerth is like 3 'alternate Earths' from our own. According to something I read, there was an Arth/Urth and Yarth, with increasing levels of magic, between us and Oerth. Pages from the Mages assures us that there's a connection, of course, and hey, the Mace of St. Cuthbert used to be sequestered here, according to that old module.
Note that is also true for Pathfinder. They've got two Adventure Paths that take detours to our world, once to WW I Russia, and another to Paris during the same time period.
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Alchemist quietly hummed to himself as, around him, dozens upon dozens of copies of himself worked in tandem with each other. Some were busy writing labels, others were in the process of assembling cabinets and chests, still more were busy filling the various bits and pieces of storage that had already been made.
Alchemist, the original, actually had a series of rather specific tasks that his replicas... could perform, actually, but which would be less than effective had the tasks been done by their hands.
They were, as a rule, weaker than he was. It was an inconvenient rule, one he found rather stifling at times, but it was the reality he had to work with.
As to the task that the original Alchemist was performing?
His replicas would, working together, manhandle one of the giant crystals of limitless elemental magic so that he could cast Shrink Object on it, then they would take the now much-smaller crystal and stack it up in a glass cabinet with the others of the same kind.
Unfortunately, that was not the limit to the work that needed to be done, the limit to the precautions that needed to be taken.
Shrinking one of the crystals did nothing to limit its output of truly awesome power. And Alchemist had no desire to see what would happen if a demi-plane was allowed to grow at an unsustainably rapid rate due to being overfilled with various free magics.
Once one of the crystals was lined up next to its brethren?
Alchemist locked it in time and space with a Locked Stop spell.
"Whoa..." a voice interrupted the clanking and clattering and scratching of dozens of Alchemists. Turning his head, the mage frowned slightly at seeing Yuffie inside of his workshop. "What is all of this?"
"A lot of things," Alchemist answered as he began to cast his spells on a Light Crystal. "General storage, I suppose. Or you could also call it an emergency backup."
"It's so big!" the girl exclaimed. Alchemist turned slightly to look past her, to the door that she'd left open. He met the eyes of Reis, the only other entity inside the demi-plane that would have been aware of his second, slightly more hidden demi-plane. "But, like- Is that a tank!?"
Pointing down, through the grated floor, Yuffie was, indeed, aiming at one of Alchemist's battle tanks. Several Wraiths were situated around it and writing on a whiteboard.
Alchemist had tasked them with looking through whatever information was available on the super materials they had on hand, to consider which would be the ideal material to transform the armor of his spare tank into.
"It is," Alchemist told the girl as he cast Stop on the crystal that had been set into its rack. "I haven't decided if I'm going to turn it into Mithril or Darksteel, yet."
Adamantine was also an option, Alchemist supposed. But why would he go with something nearly indestructible with weight/volume ratios similar to steel when he could go with something fully indestructible with weight/volume ratios similar to steel?
Mithril, at least, started at a strength equivalent to a diamond and weighed half as much as steel by volume. But the issue there would be coming from the gun, its recoil, and the fact that the engine burning jet fuel was geared for torque and not speed.
"Can I drive it?" Yuffie asked. She even put her hands together under her chin and tried to look up at him, her eyes shimmering with stars in the natural twilight of the demi-plane.
"No."
"Come on!" Yuffie shouted, one of her feet stomping on the grated floor and causing a racket. "Why not?!"
"Because you'll throw up," Alchemist calmly explained to the girl. "And then I'll be the one cleaning it up."
Waving off one of the Wraiths, Alchemist turned to count the crystals hidden in his vault.
"But I really, really want to drive one!" Yuffie whined. "Please? Pretty please?"
"No," Alchemist repeated as he finished counting one row and moved to the next. "Pretty no."
"Why are you being such a jerk about it?" Yuffie petulantly asked as she crossed her arms. "I bet you let Jinx drive one!"
Alchemist closed his eyes and slowly inhaled through his nose.
"Yuffie," he began, evenly and patiently. "You've said the nausea medication gives you headaches, stomach aches and makes you dizzy. If we can find a medicine that works, and doesn't make you sick? I will be happy to find some place where you can shoot the cannon."
"You promise?!" Yuffie shouted as she lunged towards the mage and wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Yes, Yuffie," Alchemist told the girl as he wiggled one arm free to awkwardly return his daughter's hug. "I promise."
Several of the Wraiths stopped what they were doing, turned to meet Alchemist's eye and then reeled back one arm before smacking it forward in a whipping motion.
"That's gonna be so cool!" Yuffie squealed as she let go of him. "I wanna shoot the ShinRa tower!"
"People work there, Yuffie," Alchemist calmly explained as he placed one hand on her shoulder and began to lead her out of his vault. "And I already killed all the monsters."
One entire wall was taken up by drawers stacked all the way up and down. Across all three of the current floors that made up the multi-layered workshop. His copies had even gone so far as to make a ladder on each floor, suspended between a pair of roller-tracks.
Passing them, Alchemist genuinely couldn't keep his eyes from sliding across the labels that had been placed on each tray.
Master Magic (Green)
Fire (Green- Unmastered- Important! Do not use as Hardy Daytona Fuel!)
Fire (Green- Mastered- Hardy Daytona fuel)
Lightning (Green- Unmastered- Important! Do not use for the ShinRa Roughriders!)
Lightning (Green- Mastered- ShinRa Roughrider fuel)
Magic Master (Blue-Unmastered MP-down, Spell power/time-up, Casting time-down)
And more and more, a slot for every Materia he'd collected, in mastered and unmastered form.
The section immediately downstairs was going to be loaded up with weapons and armor while the bottom floor would be shelf-stable crafting materials.
"What's up with all of this, anyway?" Yuffie asked as they passed by a number of Wraiths that were actively filling a number of rows. "What's wrong with the inventory?"
"...The inventory is a gift from a bipolar, capricious goddess," Alchemist explained without using the expletives he would very much like to include. "And she's taken away access to it in the past when she thought it would be amusing."
"Ooh, got it," Yuffie said with a serious nod. "Weapons cache and bolthole. Smart!"
Alchemist nodded, happy that Yuffie understood.
...And rather -unhappy- that she'd had the experience needed to understand.
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Yuffie Kisaragi, following her dad's naming scheme, hovered nervously outside the palace grounds of the Kisaragi estate nestled deep behind the walls of Wutai.
They'd been working on the plan for days. Arguing and debating what could go wrong and what would go wrong and what they would do in response.
Glancing to the side, to where her dad stood, leaning against a wall in his full suit of black, imposing armor with the blue robe thingy- Surcoat, he called it a surcoat- he tilted his head slightly to acknowledge her.
She inhaled deeply and looked over the gates to the palace, still whole and standing. She just... had to give her dad a sign. Tell him when she was ready and he'd kickstart a distraction. He'd make it possible for her to storm the palace and meet her parents and have a...
"...Dad?" Yuffie asked, her voice small and quiet.
"Yeah hon?" and her dad's voice was just soft.
"...Would it be okay if I change my mind?" she asked. She looked up to his helmet as she worried her bottom lips between her teeth. "I mean... the stuff you did? That we did? My... future. My Wutai? They don't exist anymore, right?"
"It's your choice, Yuffie," her dad said. He stepped away from the wall he was leaning against and placed one big hand on her shoulder. "If you don't want to do this? That's perfectly acceptable. But you're right, I think. We've twisted this timeline, Yuffie. If there's a war, it won't go the same way. ShinRa doesn't have its SOLDIER anymore. And Fuhito won't be able to imitate it, either."
...Which was something Yuffie didn't understand very well. Fuhito had been part of AVALANCHE, she knew that. And he'd made off with a lot of Wutai's soldiers and did... something to them. He made so many of their soldiers disappear that Wutai had to resort to trying to use trained monsters. And she remembered Godo, once the advisors and generals were gone, just having a screaming fit (Not at her) that the trained monsters were never going to be a solution because there wasn't any way to have enough numbers to matter.
And, well, they weren't. The 'Armistice' was just a fancy way of saying Wutai lost but ShinRa didn't want to put in the effort to wipe them off the face of Gaia because then they couldn't squeeze the tiny, broken country for every spare gil they could find.
Yuffie turned to look at the palace. Where Godo and Kasumi Kisaragi were probably busy doing something boring, like paperwork. Itty bitty baby Yuffie would be supervised by a nanny.
"...Can I still ask you to help my mom if we don't, y'know, see them?" Yuffie asked. One hand went down to her side and she pinched the edge of her shirt in her fingers, nervously rolling the fabric between them. "Can we... keep her in my- Yuffie's life?"
"Of course we can," her dad said with a gentle squeeze on her shoulder.
The hug she tried to give him involved a lot more clanking and was a lot more awkward than normal, given the both of them were covered in metal.
Yuffie didn't want to admit that she kind of felt scared. Her mom had died a long time ago. Seeing someone that would have had her face and most of her memories with no idea who Yuffie was...
Yuffie didn't know if her heart could take it.
"...Can we still summon Leviathan?" she asked. She knew it would cause a panic and send everyone running all over the place, but...
"Hon? We were never -not- going to summon Leviathan."
The chaos and confusion as everyone lost their minds was still going to be funny.
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Elsewhere, dozens of miles away, a second Alchemist sat perched upon a rock at sea. The dragon's eyes were distant and unfocused, looking within rather than to the land that housed not just Wutai but also dozens upon dozens of small villiages.
He hadn't expected Yuffie to change her mind, especially so close to the finish line, but... she was still a child. She wasn't as practiced at lying to herself as an adult would be. And, despite her youth, she wasn't stupid, either.
She understood that the woman in the palace was the mother of a Yuffie Kisaragi. But she wasn't the mother to that particular Yuffie Kisaragi.
Alchemist sighed and shook his head before opening the much-reduced inventory to search for something.
There was a certainty to a dead woman that a living one just doesn't offer. Which sounded horrible, Alchemist knew, but it was still true. Kasumi Kisaragi, his Yuffie's mother, had loved her daughter to the day she died.
The living Kasumi, however, loved the infant Yuffie Kisaragi. Maybe. Or she might consider the child an obligation that she'd grow to love in time.
Nobles and nobility tended to have an odd relationship with love, in all of its forms. Most of them were sociopaths, psychopaths and monsters that considered their children to be collateral in the grand scheme of wealth and power. Something that Alchemist vaguely understood, in an abstract sense, but the pageantry of nobility was just a flimsy show that he knew could be torn apart with ease.
The soil and the sea cared nothing for whatever bloodline a corpse once carried. No family name, no matter how storied or old, could protect someone from the harsh cruelties of reality.
The dragon shrugged, its great, black shoulders shaking with the motion as he finished collecting the materials from his inventory.
One blue shard, Healing, from the world of Bloodstained. One wing, torn from the back of a fairy, a high-potion in its archaic glass bottle and the tail of a demon, still dripping with black blood.
With a flex of his will, the stone outcropping Alchemist sat on smoothed out and the dragon began to carve a great circle into the now-flat plane. Within that circle, he carved four additional circles. One each in the cardinal directions of North, East, South and West. The mage placed his ingredients within the individual circles and then touched a single claw to the outermost edge and flared his magic-
The blue shard glowed for a moment, its healing magic drawn out and channeled through the alchemic ritual. It flowed through the ephemeral, whimsical nature of the fairy wing and then was bound and tethered in the material sin of the demon's tail. The two natures, abhorrently opposed, were neutralized through the greater healing powers of the crimson elixer-
And, in a brief flash of light and sulfurous smoke, the three non-shard materials were gone and a pile of yellow shards lay in the center of the circle. Alchemist carefully plucked one from the ground and tossed it into his maw, crunching through the crystal with the sound of breaking glass filling the air before he slid the rest, along with the blue Healing shard, back into his inventory.
~~ Passive Ability Acquired! ~~
~~ Regenerate 1/400 ~~
~~ Naturally restore HP over time at a rate of 1 HP every 10 seconds! Amount of HP restored increases by 1 per 10 levels while the interval is reduced by 1 second per 10 levels. Minimum interval is 1 second. ~~
It wasn't great, Alchemist thought. And it would never be great, even if he managed to maximize its power. But it was permanent and it would require no attention on his part going forward.
But it didn't need to be great. Regenerate, combined with Poison Resistance, would ensure that Kasumi Kisaragi would live through the assassination that Yuffie remembered.
Although, if she still died after that to something else?
There wasn't anything that Alchemist could do about an event he didn't intend on being present for. He had his own life to live, and so too did his daughter. They couldn't afford to spend years, watching over and protecting someone that didn't even know them.
Extracting an unmastered Leviathan Materia from the inventory, Alchemist held it up, into the air in one claw as he channeled magic into it.
He just needed an opportunity to touch Kasumi Kisaragi to Gift her those useful, passive traits.
And, as rainclouds filled the once-clear sky, as waves began to press and surge as a great, rainbow serpent was brought back into existence-
As Leviathan rocketed up and out of the water, his iridescent coils shining in the sudden rain, Alchemist could see people on the coast start panicking.
The dragon did not have lips that were soft enough to grin with, but his other half, in the heart of Wutai, wore a smile under his helmet as he caught sight of a group of people wearing robes sprinting inside the palace. The priests and priestesses who had felt someone call upon their patron god.
In chaos?
There was opportunity.
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Godo Kisaragi was not a particularly happy man.
He was, in fact, a particularly busy man.
Being the emperor of Wutai may have looked, from the outside, to be a position of glorious authority and power. To have been born into the lap of luxury and power, where his every material desire was fulfilled almost before the thought could even be fully conceived.
Anyone who believed such a farce was an uneducated fool, at the very least. To be born a Kisaragi was to be born within a cage. Responsibility was the collar tightened fast about his neck. He'd not been the only child born to his parents.
Just the only one allowed to reach adulthood among his siblings, two brothers who 'valiantly' lost their lives defending their parents during an assassination 'gone wrong' and a sister, Naru, who had been disowned, as was tradition, when she was married off to a lord of the northern colony Baihu at the marriageable age of fourteen. She 'died in childbirth' later the same year.
Godo had little to fear from forces beyond his shores.
His court, however, was another matter entirely.
Today, Godo was forced to endure the banal deception of the lord of the Baihu colony. The man, a foul little beast who could not be disposed of without upsetting a significant power block to the north, was in the process of presenting falsified documents so he could extort more and more of the people's money. The vermin, a man that Godo refused to name, to this very day professed a relation to the crown and its seat through the corpse of Godo's sister.
The Emperor of the Coral Throne was waiting for the day the fool overreached, for the moment he tried to present some foundling as Naru's daughter. It had been many long years since Godo had been able to wield his strength as the Fifth God.
The man still fondly remembered the feeling of his father's neck, snapping like a measly twig between two of his four hands. Of his mother's eyes going dark as her lifeblood dripped down Godo's sword.
Godo's severe countenance did not falter but his eyes did slip over to the wife he'd been given shortly after ascending the throne. Kasumi was... tolerable. With her own goals. But she seemed content to keep to her own circle of influence, as it were.
But the way the woman frowned, her gaze locked to the doors of the audience chamber...
It was not the usual scheming, Godo did not think.
"-rice harvests were especially poor this year," the wretch before the throne simpered. "I am only requesting a small, insignificant sum to keep my people-"
Whatever further lies the man intended to speak were cut off quite thoroughly as the doors of the audience chamber slammed open. Men and women in robes, wearing the tall hats of the clergy, flooded into the chamber.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" Godo asked, silently grateful for any distraction to interrupt the lordling. "Speak swiftly. Your life depends upon it."
"My lord!" the head priest, a man that Godo genuinely thought fondly of, dropped to his knees before the coral throne and all but slammed his forehead to the floor. "Leviathan has been seen, dancing upon the rains beyond the southern shore!"
...That was actually a very good reason for the priests to barge into the throne room.
"Kasumi!" Godo demanded of his wife, the woman already rising from her position at his left side. She turned to him, her steely gaze cold and focused. "Ensure the safety of our daughter. I will see to the shrine of our lord."
And ensure that nobody had made off with the royal Materia, he did not say.
Still, Kasumi nodded to him in deference and the two of them swiftly got to their own tasks. The clergy followed behind Godo while the Crescent unit, shinobi that obeyed Godo and nobody else, followed his wife.
Swiftly, Godo traveled through the open-air halls connecting the palace to the shrine and the man slammed open the doors. A great wind followed his actions as rain, traveling away from where Leviathan had been summoned, began to come down in sheets.
One did not need to be on the coast itself to feel the water god's presence.
With the swiftly fading light filtering in behind him, Godo could readily see the glinting, crimson orb that sat in the mouth of the effigy of Leviathan.
Untouched.
The warrior closed his eyes for a brief moment and pursed his lips. If the royal Materia remained, then it meant that Gaia had produced another one.
A sign, a warning and a challenge.
His seat upon the Coral Throne was to be contested. An interloper, bearing Leviathan's will, would be arriving soon.
The man gritted his teeth and spun about on his heel, his hard eyes locking the high-priest in place.
"Bring whatever scrolls you have to the palace," Godo demanded as he stomped past the cowering clergymen. "I want everything we know of the last time this happened. Every scroll, every record, every rumor. This cannot go unanswered."
The last time a second Leviathan Materia had manifested?
The Kisaragi family had been the ones to find it. And, with Leviathan behind them, they cast down and defeated the old lords who once kept the villages of Wu and Tai separate. But that had been hundreds of years in the past and...
Honestly, Godo simply did not trust the records within the palace. His forebears practiced deception as readily as they'd breathed.
The sound of splintering wood drew Godo's attention away from the distant past and forced it to the present. He ran through the palace, half expecting to see his own men turned against him, but met no opposition as he made his way through the halls.
Several more such sounds tore through the palace, barely audible over the growing torrent of rain overhead, and Godo felt a pit forming in his stomach as he closed in on the nursery. Slamming the doors open, Godo was met with a sight that both confused and terrified him.
A man, tall and imposing in black, western armor was holding his daughter in the crook of one arm. His other hand was held in front of Yuffie's face, her tiny hands wrapped around the gauntlet as she tugged on it.
Nearby, on the ground, was the lord of the Baihu colony. Frozen in stone.
Glancing around the rest of the room, to his wife, Kasumi, the High-Priestess of Leviathan, and where she was crouched to the ground, her knives held in her hands. To the side, to the Crescent unit, half of them frozen in stone and their blades drawn while the rest- some of them bleeding- were struggling to regroup.
"...Who are you?" Godo asked, his tone controlled despite the rage he dearly wished to enact. "How did you infiltrate the palace?"
"Alchemist," the armored figure said, his focus entirely on the giggling toddler in his arms. "I just walked on in. You all seem rather distracted by Leviathan, your guards weren't at their posts." The black helmet turned to look at the lord but Godo could see nothing behind the visor. "Terribly undisciplined. It's good that Tam came in when he did. None of your guards were watching over little Yuffie, here."
Tam- Godo's head whipped to the stone statue, holding its hands out defensively on the floor. The lord of Baihu should not have been anywhere near Godo's daughter! He shouldn't have even known where the nursery was!
With surprising gentleness, the armored man put Yuffie back in her crib-
And Kasumi lunged, her twin blades held in close as punched forward with them, their path narrow and controlled. The knives made contact, screeching across metal-
And Alchemist wrapped a pair of massive hands around Kasumi's wrists, locking her in place.
"Do you mind?" the man asked as he frog-marched Kasumi towards Godo as the remains of the Crescent unit surrounded them in a half-circle. Godo's wife struggled but the armored figure's grip was implacable. She even tried to kick him in the fork between his legs but only succeeded in busting her shin against the metal skirt of his armor! "I literally just stopped Tam from feeding a vial of Zolom spit to your daughter. I've still got other things left to do today."
"You will not be leaving here, stranger," Godo declared as he placed his hands together and channeled the rage of his Limit. "Omni-Cha-!"
Godo's words, meaningful and deadly, were interrupted when Alchemist twisted and literally threw Kasumi at him. Her body struck Godo in the gut, breaking his stance as the two fell together in a heap!
Scrambling, Kasumi was the first one to her feet.
"What?" she asked, her voice quiet and harsh. "Where did he go!?"
Godo was slower to his feet, finally standing tall as Kasumi leaned over Yuffie's crib to fret over the child. He cast his gaze over the remaining half of the Crescent unit, the loyal half by his own estimation, and they each dropped to one knee.
"Milord," the second in command began. "The intruder disappeared the moment Lady Kasumi left his hands. We had no time to-"
"Stop," Godo demanded as he strode across the room. He stood next to his wife as the woman swiftly undressed and checked every inch of their daughter, looking for any signs that she'd been harmed. Godo could not express the relief he felt when Kasumi did not find so much as a scratch or bruise on the girl. He turned to the still-kneeling man and spoke. "You found Tam, ex-governor of Baihu, acting in collusion with the other half of the Crescent unit and so you acted accordingly."
"...Milord?" the second in command asked, confusion in his tone.
Rather than immediately answer, Godo took two steps over to the statue of Tam and lifted one leg before bringing his foot down upon the statue's head, shattering it.
"...Understood, milord," the new head of the crescent unit stated. "We shall dispose of the traitors immediately."
Godo nodded as he returned to his wife's side. As she continued fretting over their daughter.
As, somewhere deep within the angry, hateful man, something old and dark finally uncoiled, finally let loose its grip upon his heart.
As, finally, his sister Naru had been avenged.
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Alchemist quietly hummed to himself as, around him, dozens upon dozens of copies of himself worked in tandem with each other. Some were busy writing labels, others were in the process of assembling cabinets and chests, still more were busy filling the various bits and pieces of storage that had already been made.
Alchemist, the original, actually had a series of rather specific tasks that his replicas... could perform, actually, but which would be less than effective had the tasks been done by their hands.
They were, as a rule, weaker than he was. It was an inconvenient rule, one he found rather stifling at times, but it was the reality he had to work with.
As to the task that the original Alchemist was performing?
His replicas would, working together, manhandle one of the giant crystals of limitless elemental magic so that he could cast Shrink Object on it, then they would take the now much-smaller crystal and stack it up in a glass cabinet with the others of the same kind.
Unfortunately, that was not the limit to the work that needed to be done, the limit to the precautions that needed to be taken.
Shrinking one of the crystals did nothing to limit its output of truly awesome power. And Alchemist had no desire to see what would happen if a demi-plane was allowed to grow at an unsustainably rapid rate due to being overfilled with various free magics.
Once one of the crystals was lined up next to its brethren?
Alchemist locked it in time and space with a Locked Stop spell.
"Whoa..." a voice interrupted the clanking and clattering and scratching of dozens of Alchemists. Turning his head, the mage frowned slightly at seeing Yuffie inside of his workshop. "What is all of this?"
"A lot of things," Alchemist answered as he began to cast his spells on a Light Crystal. "General storage, I suppose. Or you could also call it an emergency backup."
"It's so big!" the girl exclaimed. Alchemist turned slightly to look past her, to the door that she'd left open. He met the eyes of Reis, the only other entity inside the demi-plane that would have been aware of his second, slightly more hidden demi-plane. "But, like- Is that a tank!?"
Pointing down, through the grated floor, Yuffie was, indeed, aiming at one of Alchemist's battle tanks. Several Wraiths were situated around it and writing on a whiteboard.
Alchemist had tasked them with looking through whatever information was available on the super materials they had on hand, to consider which would be the ideal material to transform the armor of his spare tank into.
"It is," Alchemist told the girl as he cast Stop on the crystal that had been set into its rack. "I haven't decided if I'm going to turn it into Mithril or Darksteel, yet."
Adamantine was also an option, Alchemist supposed. But why would he go with something nearly indestructible with weight/volume ratios similar to steel when he could go with something fully indestructible with weight/volume ratios similar to steel?
Mithril, at least, started at a strength equivalent to a diamond and weighed half as much as steel by volume. But the issue there would be coming from the gun, its recoil, and the fact that the engine burning jet fuel was geared for torque and not speed.
"Can I drive it?" Yuffie asked. She even put her hands together under her chin and tried to look up at him, her eyes shimmering with stars in the natural twilight of the demi-plane.
"No."
"Come on!" Yuffie shouted, one of her feet stomping on the grated floor and causing a racket. "Why not?!"
"Because you'll throw up," Alchemist calmly explained to the girl. "And then I'll be the one cleaning it up."
Waving off one of the Wraiths, Alchemist turned to count the crystals hidden in his vault.
"But I really, really want to drive one!" Yuffie whined. "Please? Pretty please?"
"No," Alchemist repeated as he finished counting one row and moved to the next. "Pretty no."
"Why are you being such a jerk about it?" Yuffie petulantly asked as she crossed her arms. "I bet you let Jinx drive one!"
Alchemist closed his eyes and slowly inhaled through his nose.
"Yuffie," he began, evenly and patiently. "You've said the nausea medication gives you headaches, stomach aches and makes you dizzy. If we can find a medicine that works, and doesn't make you sick? I will be happy to find some place where you can shoot the cannon."
"You promise?!" Yuffie shouted as she lunged towards the mage and wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Yes, Yuffie," Alchemist told the girl as he wiggled one arm free to awkwardly return his daughter's hug. "I promise."
Several of the Wraiths stopped what they were doing, turned to meet Alchemist's eye and then reeled back one arm before smacking it forward in a whipping motion.
"That's gonna be so cool!" Yuffie squealed as she let go of him. "I wanna shoot the ShinRa tower!"
"People work there, Yuffie," Alchemist calmly explained as he placed one hand on her shoulder and began to lead her out of his vault. "And I already killed all the monsters."
One entire wall was taken up by drawers stacked all the way up and down. Across all three of the current floors that made up the multi-layered workshop. His copies had even gone so far as to make a ladder on each floor, suspended between a pair of roller-tracks.
Passing them, Alchemist genuinely couldn't keep his eyes from sliding across the labels that had been placed on each tray.
Master Magic (Green)
Fire (Green- Unmastered- Important! Do not use as Hardy Daytona Fuel!)
Fire (Green- Mastered- Hardy Daytona fuel)
Lightning (Green- Unmastered- Important! Do not use for the ShinRa Roughriders!)
Lightning (Green- Mastered- ShinRa Roughrider fuel)
Magic Master (Blue-Unmastered MP-down, Spell power/time-up, Casting time-down)
And more and more, a slot for every Materia he'd collected, in mastered and unmastered form.
The section immediately downstairs was going to be loaded up with weapons and armor while the bottom floor would be shelf-stable crafting materials.
"What's up with all of this, anyway?" Yuffie asked as they passed by a number of Wraiths that were actively filling a number of rows. "What's wrong with the inventory?"
"...The inventory is a gift from a bipolar, capricious goddess," Alchemist explained without using the expletives he would very much like to include. "And she's taken away access to it in the past when she thought it would be amusing."
"Ooh, got it," Yuffie said with a serious nod. "Weapons cache and bolthole. Smart!"
Alchemist nodded, happy that Yuffie understood.
...And rather -unhappy- that she'd had the experience needed to understand.
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Yuffie Kisaragi, following her dad's naming scheme, hovered nervously outside the palace grounds of the Kisaragi estate nestled deep behind the walls of Wutai.
They'd been working on the plan for days. Arguing and debating what could go wrong and what would go wrong and what they would do in response.
Glancing to the side, to where her dad stood, leaning against a wall in his full suit of black, imposing armor with the blue robe thingy- Surcoat, he called it a surcoat- he tilted his head slightly to acknowledge her.
She inhaled deeply and looked over the gates to the palace, still whole and standing. She just... had to give her dad a sign. Tell him when she was ready and he'd kickstart a distraction. He'd make it possible for her to storm the palace and meet her parents and have a...
"...Dad?" Yuffie asked, her voice small and quiet.
"Yeah hon?" and her dad's voice was just soft.
"...Would it be okay if I change my mind?" she asked. She looked up to his helmet as she worried her bottom lips between her teeth. "I mean... the stuff you did? That we did? My... future. My Wutai? They don't exist anymore, right?"
"It's your choice, Yuffie," her dad said. He stepped away from the wall he was leaning against and placed one big hand on her shoulder. "If you don't want to do this? That's perfectly acceptable. But you're right, I think. We've twisted this timeline, Yuffie. If there's a war, it won't go the same way. ShinRa doesn't have its SOLDIER anymore. And Fuhito won't be able to imitate it, either."
...Which was something Yuffie didn't understand very well. Fuhito had been part of AVALANCHE, she knew that. And he'd made off with a lot of Wutai's soldiers and did... something to them. He made so many of their soldiers disappear that Wutai had to resort to trying to use trained monsters. And she remembered Godo, once the advisors and generals were gone, just having a screaming fit (Not at her) that the trained monsters were never going to be a solution because there wasn't any way to have enough numbers to matter.
And, well, they weren't. The 'Armistice' was just a fancy way of saying Wutai lost but ShinRa didn't want to put in the effort to wipe them off the face of Gaia because then they couldn't squeeze the tiny, broken country for every spare gil they could find.
Yuffie turned to look at the palace. Where Godo and Kasumi Kisaragi were probably busy doing something boring, like paperwork. Itty bitty baby Yuffie would be supervised by a nanny.
"...Can I still ask you to help my mom if we don't, y'know, see them?" Yuffie asked. One hand went down to her side and she pinched the edge of her shirt in her fingers, nervously rolling the fabric between them. "Can we... keep her in my- Yuffie's life?"
"Of course we can," her dad said with a gentle squeeze on her shoulder.
The hug she tried to give him involved a lot more clanking and was a lot more awkward than normal, given the both of them were covered in metal.
Yuffie didn't want to admit that she kind of felt scared. Her mom had died a long time ago. Seeing someone that would have had her face and most of her memories with no idea who Yuffie was...
Yuffie didn't know if her heart could take it.
"...Can we still summon Leviathan?" she asked. She knew it would cause a panic and send everyone running all over the place, but...
"Hon? We were never -not- going to summon Leviathan."
The chaos and confusion as everyone lost their minds was still going to be funny.
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Elsewhere, dozens of miles away, a second Alchemist sat perched upon a rock at sea. The dragon's eyes were distant and unfocused, looking within rather than to the land that housed not just Wutai but also dozens upon dozens of small villiages.
He hadn't expected Yuffie to change her mind, especially so close to the finish line, but... she was still a child. She wasn't as practiced at lying to herself as an adult would be. And, despite her youth, she wasn't stupid, either.
She understood that the woman in the palace was the mother of a Yuffie Kisaragi. But she wasn't the mother to that particular Yuffie Kisaragi.
Alchemist sighed and shook his head before opening the much-reduced inventory to search for something.
There was a certainty to a dead woman that a living one just doesn't offer. Which sounded horrible, Alchemist knew, but it was still true. Kasumi Kisaragi, his Yuffie's mother, had loved her daughter to the day she died.
The living Kasumi, however, loved the infant Yuffie Kisaragi. Maybe. Or she might consider the child an obligation that she'd grow to love in time.
Nobles and nobility tended to have an odd relationship with love, in all of its forms. Most of them were sociopaths, psychopaths and monsters that considered their children to be collateral in the grand scheme of wealth and power. Something that Alchemist vaguely understood, in an abstract sense, but the pageantry of nobility was just a flimsy show that he knew could be torn apart with ease.
The soil and the sea cared nothing for whatever bloodline a corpse once carried. No family name, no matter how storied or old, could protect someone from the harsh cruelties of reality.
The dragon shrugged, its great, black shoulders shaking with the motion as he finished collecting the materials from his inventory.
One blue shard, Healing, from the world of Bloodstained. One wing, torn from the back of a fairy, a high-potion in its archaic glass bottle and the tail of a demon, still dripping with black blood.
With a flex of his will, the stone outcropping Alchemist sat on smoothed out and the dragon began to carve a great circle into the now-flat plane. Within that circle, he carved four additional circles. One each in the cardinal directions of North, East, South and West. The mage placed his ingredients within the individual circles and then touched a single claw to the outermost edge and flared his magic-
The blue shard glowed for a moment, its healing magic drawn out and channeled through the alchemic ritual. It flowed through the ephemeral, whimsical nature of the fairy wing and then was bound and tethered in the material sin of the demon's tail. The two natures, abhorrently opposed, were neutralized through the greater healing powers of the crimson elixer-
And, in a brief flash of light and sulfurous smoke, the three non-shard materials were gone and a pile of yellow shards lay in the center of the circle. Alchemist carefully plucked one from the ground and tossed it into his maw, crunching through the crystal with the sound of breaking glass filling the air before he slid the rest, along with the blue Healing shard, back into his inventory.
~~ Passive Ability Acquired! ~~
~~ Regenerate 1/400 ~~
~~ Naturally restore HP over time at a rate of 1 HP every 10 seconds! Amount of HP restored increases by 1 per 10 levels while the interval is reduced by 1 second per 10 levels. Minimum interval is 1 second. ~~
It wasn't great, Alchemist thought. And it would never be great, even if he managed to maximize its power. But it was permanent and it would require no attention on his part going forward.
But it didn't need to be great. Regenerate, combined with Poison Resistance, would ensure that Kasumi Kisaragi would live through the assassination that Yuffie remembered.
Although, if she still died after that to something else?
There wasn't anything that Alchemist could do about an event he didn't intend on being present for. He had his own life to live, and so too did his daughter. They couldn't afford to spend years, watching over and protecting someone that didn't even know them.
Extracting an unmastered Leviathan Materia from the inventory, Alchemist held it up, into the air in one claw as he channeled magic into it.
He just needed an opportunity to touch Kasumi Kisaragi to Gift her those useful, passive traits.
And, as rainclouds filled the once-clear sky, as waves began to press and surge as a great, rainbow serpent was brought back into existence-
As Leviathan rocketed up and out of the water, his iridescent coils shining in the sudden rain, Alchemist could see people on the coast start panicking.
The dragon did not have lips that were soft enough to grin with, but his other half, in the heart of Wutai, wore a smile under his helmet as he caught sight of a group of people wearing robes sprinting inside the palace. The priests and priestesses who had felt someone call upon their patron god.
In chaos?
There was opportunity.
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Godo Kisaragi was not a particularly happy man.
He was, in fact, a particularly busy man.
Being the emperor of Wutai may have looked, from the outside, to be a position of glorious authority and power. To have been born into the lap of luxury and power, where his every material desire was fulfilled almost before the thought could even be fully conceived.
Anyone who believed such a farce was an uneducated fool, at the very least. To be born a Kisaragi was to be born within a cage. Responsibility was the collar tightened fast about his neck. He'd not been the only child born to his parents.
Just the only one allowed to reach adulthood among his siblings, two brothers who 'valiantly' lost their lives defending their parents during an assassination 'gone wrong' and a sister, Naru, who had been disowned, as was tradition, when she was married off to a lord of the northern colony Baihu at the marriageable age of fourteen. She 'died in childbirth' later the same year.
Godo had little to fear from forces beyond his shores.
His court, however, was another matter entirely.
Today, Godo was forced to endure the banal deception of the lord of the Baihu colony. The man, a foul little beast who could not be disposed of without upsetting a significant power block to the north, was in the process of presenting falsified documents so he could extort more and more of the people's money. The vermin, a man that Godo refused to name, to this very day professed a relation to the crown and its seat through the corpse of Godo's sister.
The Emperor of the Coral Throne was waiting for the day the fool overreached, for the moment he tried to present some foundling as Naru's daughter. It had been many long years since Godo had been able to wield his strength as the Fifth God.
The man still fondly remembered the feeling of his father's neck, snapping like a measly twig between two of his four hands. Of his mother's eyes going dark as her lifeblood dripped down Godo's sword.
Godo's severe countenance did not falter but his eyes did slip over to the wife he'd been given shortly after ascending the throne. Kasumi was... tolerable. With her own goals. But she seemed content to keep to her own circle of influence, as it were.
But the way the woman frowned, her gaze locked to the doors of the audience chamber...
It was not the usual scheming, Godo did not think.
"-rice harvests were especially poor this year," the wretch before the throne simpered. "I am only requesting a small, insignificant sum to keep my people-"
Whatever further lies the man intended to speak were cut off quite thoroughly as the doors of the audience chamber slammed open. Men and women in robes, wearing the tall hats of the clergy, flooded into the chamber.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" Godo asked, silently grateful for any distraction to interrupt the lordling. "Speak swiftly. Your life depends upon it."
"My lord!" the head priest, a man that Godo genuinely thought fondly of, dropped to his knees before the coral throne and all but slammed his forehead to the floor. "Leviathan has been seen, dancing upon the rains beyond the southern shore!"
...That was actually a very good reason for the priests to barge into the throne room.
"Kasumi!" Godo demanded of his wife, the woman already rising from her position at his left side. She turned to him, her steely gaze cold and focused. "Ensure the safety of our daughter. I will see to the shrine of our lord."
And ensure that nobody had made off with the royal Materia, he did not say.
Still, Kasumi nodded to him in deference and the two of them swiftly got to their own tasks. The clergy followed behind Godo while the Crescent unit, shinobi that obeyed Godo and nobody else, followed his wife.
Swiftly, Godo traveled through the open-air halls connecting the palace to the shrine and the man slammed open the doors. A great wind followed his actions as rain, traveling away from where Leviathan had been summoned, began to come down in sheets.
One did not need to be on the coast itself to feel the water god's presence.
With the swiftly fading light filtering in behind him, Godo could readily see the glinting, crimson orb that sat in the mouth of the effigy of Leviathan.
Untouched.
The warrior closed his eyes for a brief moment and pursed his lips. If the royal Materia remained, then it meant that Gaia had produced another one.
A sign, a warning and a challenge.
His seat upon the Coral Throne was to be contested. An interloper, bearing Leviathan's will, would be arriving soon.
The man gritted his teeth and spun about on his heel, his hard eyes locking the high-priest in place.
"Bring whatever scrolls you have to the palace," Godo demanded as he stomped past the cowering clergymen. "I want everything we know of the last time this happened. Every scroll, every record, every rumor. This cannot go unanswered."
The last time a second Leviathan Materia had manifested?
The Kisaragi family had been the ones to find it. And, with Leviathan behind them, they cast down and defeated the old lords who once kept the villages of Wu and Tai separate. But that had been hundreds of years in the past and...
Honestly, Godo simply did not trust the records within the palace. His forebears practiced deception as readily as they'd breathed.
The sound of splintering wood drew Godo's attention away from the distant past and forced it to the present. He ran through the palace, half expecting to see his own men turned against him, but met no opposition as he made his way through the halls.
Several more such sounds tore through the palace, barely audible over the growing torrent of rain overhead, and Godo felt a pit forming in his stomach as he closed in on the nursery. Slamming the doors open, Godo was met with a sight that both confused and terrified him.
A man, tall and imposing in black, western armor was holding his daughter in the crook of one arm. His other hand was held in front of Yuffie's face, her tiny hands wrapped around the gauntlet as she tugged on it.
Nearby, on the ground, was the lord of the Baihu colony. Frozen in stone.
Glancing around the rest of the room, to his wife, Kasumi, the High-Priestess of Leviathan, and where she was crouched to the ground, her knives held in her hands. To the side, to the Crescent unit, half of them frozen in stone and their blades drawn while the rest- some of them bleeding- were struggling to regroup.
"...Who are you?" Godo asked, his tone controlled despite the rage he dearly wished to enact. "How did you infiltrate the palace?"
"Alchemist," the armored figure said, his focus entirely on the giggling toddler in his arms. "I just walked on in. You all seem rather distracted by Leviathan, your guards weren't at their posts." The black helmet turned to look at the lord but Godo could see nothing behind the visor. "Terribly undisciplined. It's good that Tam came in when he did. None of your guards were watching over little Yuffie, here."
Tam- Godo's head whipped to the stone statue, holding its hands out defensively on the floor. The lord of Baihu should not have been anywhere near Godo's daughter! He shouldn't have even known where the nursery was!
With surprising gentleness, the armored man put Yuffie back in her crib-
And Kasumi lunged, her twin blades held in close as punched forward with them, their path narrow and controlled. The knives made contact, screeching across metal-
And Alchemist wrapped a pair of massive hands around Kasumi's wrists, locking her in place.
"Do you mind?" the man asked as he frog-marched Kasumi towards Godo as the remains of the Crescent unit surrounded them in a half-circle. Godo's wife struggled but the armored figure's grip was implacable. She even tried to kick him in the fork between his legs but only succeeded in busting her shin against the metal skirt of his armor! "I literally just stopped Tam from feeding a vial of Zolom spit to your daughter. I've still got other things left to do today."
"You will not be leaving here, stranger," Godo declared as he placed his hands together and channeled the rage of his Limit. "Omni-Cha-!"
Godo's words, meaningful and deadly, were interrupted when Alchemist twisted and literally threw Kasumi at him. Her body struck Godo in the gut, breaking his stance as the two fell together in a heap!
Scrambling, Kasumi was the first one to her feet.
"What?" she asked, her voice quiet and harsh. "Where did he go!?"
Godo was slower to his feet, finally standing tall as Kasumi leaned over Yuffie's crib to fret over the child. He cast his gaze over the remaining half of the Crescent unit, the loyal half by his own estimation, and they each dropped to one knee.
"Milord," the second in command began. "The intruder disappeared the moment Lady Kasumi left his hands. We had no time to-"
"Stop," Godo demanded as he strode across the room. He stood next to his wife as the woman swiftly undressed and checked every inch of their daughter, looking for any signs that she'd been harmed. Godo could not express the relief he felt when Kasumi did not find so much as a scratch or bruise on the girl. He turned to the still-kneeling man and spoke. "You found Tam, ex-governor of Baihu, acting in collusion with the other half of the Crescent unit and so you acted accordingly."
"...Milord?" the second in command asked, confusion in his tone.
Rather than immediately answer, Godo took two steps over to the statue of Tam and lifted one leg before bringing his foot down upon the statue's head, shattering it.
"...Understood, milord," the new head of the crescent unit stated. "We shall dispose of the traitors immediately."
Godo nodded as he returned to his wife's side. As she continued fretting over their daughter.
As, somewhere deep within the angry, hateful man, something old and dark finally uncoiled, finally let loose its grip upon his heart.
As, finally, his sister Naru had been avenged.
- Location
- Here
Most heroes have no good dads. Yuffie's new dad has set a new standard: He gonna out dad every dad.
- Pronouns
- Mr
...just...wow. Really hammering in how messed up nobility is.
Bailey Matutine
(Verified Pooka)
- Location
- Pelican Town
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Sometimes, the best way to slay a monster is to dress their wounds.
Which, considering how Shounen Dad's went, pretty easy with a few exceptions.
Dang it, now I want to see Alchemist and Yuffie visiting the others dad and son/daughter of fiction, like the Last of us or God of War