Thursday, 25 June 2020

Like Lightning Gaiden: Suffer Not

(Cowritten with Ruby Chao and HoodedPitohui)

“What’s the largest task you’ve taken on single handedly, Pitohui?”

“Hmm…” Pitohui paused in thought, the glint in her eyes the only indication of all the chaos and destruction she was  thinking back on. “Guess it depends on who you ask. I’ve had people gang up on me and had to slaughter them, I’ve fought a dragon - mechanical, but, hey, the thing was gnarly. Guess I’d say the largest fight I’ve ever had was the Brawl, though. Did pretty well for myself, but you already knew that. Though, for some reason, I’m guessing you’re not counting battle royales as going solo, are you?”

“No. This is a case of one...well, TWO...against many. And against an enemy without pity, remorse, or reason. That’s why I called it off for a bit. I didn’t want to stick your neck in a noose.”

Pitohui offers naught but a half-snort in response. “You were worried about putting me in danger? Ah-ha-ha, that’s good. You realize I live for this kind of work, don’t you? But I guess it’s good you’re careful. Wouldn’t want to let this one,” she pointed to Kanade, who she had asked to accompany her, with Dawn’s approval, “get hurt. And if I get banged up too badly, it’ll throw a wrench in everything else.”

“Please, I’m not made of glass. You learned that firsthand, right?”

Pitohui almost seems to leave it off there, but, a moment later, she chimed in with one more thought. 

“And you’re sure she’ll be okay on this, right? I’ve had enough trouble on my hands, I don’t need to go back to people thinking I murdered her in some far-away land.”

“I can’t give you perfect assurance, no. Just...semi favorable odds.”

“Right, well, whatever. She can take care of herself. Besides, it’s not like she hasn’t already fought a monster that didn’t have a clue what it was doing - and I’m sure I’m tougher than these things. Just warp her out or something if things get real bad. I wouldn’t want to get dragged down having to stop and protect her, y’know?” Was she only teasing Kanade, or was there a hint of seriousness to Pitohui’s request? It was difficult to say. “Anyway, I’m game when you are!”

“Hold on. You don’t even know the details of the mission beyond ‘dangerous’. And about that warp out…”

“I mean, that didn’t stop my uncle.” Kanade commented. “And considering what he had to deal with… yeah, I’m ready.” 

Pitohui certainly picked up on that, noting it down for her later reference. So, Kanade Amou had been holding out on her, huh? She’d have to do a little more digging into the Amou family tree.

“This is a taint-type breach. Something unnatural has broken through to Baltimore. Well, A Baltimore. A wound to elsewhere. I can close the wound...but not without getting rid of the infection. There’s someone on the ground already, but...he’s a part of the problem as much as the solution. To fully close it, an outside source of ‘cleaning’ is needed. Originally, just Pitohui, but...it’s worse than I thought.

“I sent three scout bodies in there. None came back.”

“Three, huh? We’re already down three members, then?” Pitohui knew she couldn’t exactly qualify the bodies Dawn had sent down as teammates, but she did like the sound of going to finish a job three people had already failed at. “I like our odds. Sounds like it might actually be a challenge. So, we go, kill some whatevers to clean the place up, and we’re back, right?”

“I wasn’t finished. The rot...once you go in, it throws everything out of whack. I’ll be able to send you stuff IN, and MONITOR you...but it will be hard to pull you out. Much higher chance of mistakes. The only way to get it back to safe levels is obvious. Clear it out. I don’t think you’ll have much in the way of time to rest, either. Once you start killing, all the spawns of this wrongness are going to start beelining right for you. You’ll be shining to them like a beacon. Your only real advantage there is they’re not allied. They’ll kill each other if a more normal target isn’t presenting itself.”

“Well, that’s one thing my Gungnir is good at. Crowd control.” Kanade flipped the pendant with her fingers a couple times. “Between that and the heavy artillery I know she’s packing, I think you picked the right people for the job. Still: you’re sure that more wouldn’t work?”

“We’ll be fine. If they want to come to us, we let ‘em. Doesn’t matter what the numbers are. We’ll handle them. Hell, if you want, I can dance around and fire away, and I’ll let you sit back and jump in the fray when you want. I’ll be right in the mix, and you can throw in an ambush on ‘em while I keep ‘em busy.” Pitohui, if the grin on her face is any indication, is ready to jump into the fire, with gasoline, even.

“Also, yes. The more, NOT the merrier. I would explain, but there’s a lot of math.”

----
-Baltimore-

As a famous TV series once said, “It’s Baltimore, gentlemen. The gods will not save you.”

The speaker, one suspects, had never intended for it to be this literal.

“These creatures will not behave like the likes of the Crites or the Necromorphs. They are physical beings, but also...something else. They can emerge from anything: an empty room, a sealed container, even your own shadow. If you see anything that even remotely strikes you as odd; a pool of liquid, a still street, a muted call for help...they could emerge. They’re flesh and blood, but not really bound by some of its rules. They don’t feel fear, pain is not much of an obstacle, and they have no pity, remorse, or any desire but to kill. If they can’t find fresh targets, they’ll turn on each other, as said. You may want to exploit that.

“I’ll let you know what I’ve assessed and constantly be doing supply drops in advance for you. Mostly for Pitohui. You might be able to find some other weapons on the ground, but I don’t know if I can help you restock on those. I’ll include what medical aid I can; if you get hurt, you won’t have much time to bunker down and patch yourself up. So, I’m also including painkillers. Don’t worry, they’re not addictive.

“I can’t tell you how or when this end. Just when it is over. It will hopefully be in you doing your part to be medical aid instead of requiring very large amounts of it.”

---

SLAYERS


“I think the first thing man learned after picking up a rock to bash another man’s head in was getting it to have a keen edge so it could cut as well as smash. That idea has come all the way down to this being. The Slayer. Part a representation of decapitation, the scion of the executioner’s axe and Madame Guillotine. Part the cold blades of those who try and claim these streets with blood and violence. You’ll see more of these things than anything else. Their blades are sharper than they look. However, their semi-beheaded nature is the sign of their weakness. Cutting into their heads does little. Cutting through the braces holding their heads is fatal. They also despise bright light. Maybe as a nod that inside a body, where blades seek to go, all is dark.”

---

Crowds of them. The slayers shuffled along in groups, almost like packs of animals roaming around, except clearly lacking in the intelligence needed to understand the benefits of keeping in herds. There were plenty of the twisted creatures wandering the streets, and yet, Pitohui stood on top of a run-down bench on one side of the street, completely unconcerned by Slayers’ numbers.

One, two. One, two. A rhythmic blasting of grenades - plasma grenades, to be precise, brought sound to an eerily quiet city, as the gun maniac throwing them with the same mirth as a child throwing water balloons snorted and suppressed her laughter. She really had fallen into a rhythm, not unlike a dancer as she reached into her pouch full of the explosive devices with one hand as the other tossed a grenade away. She had plenty to burn through, having brought a huge collection of explosives and ammunition for this mission.
Even as many as she had to waste, anyone watching her little explosives show might have wondered why she wasn’t actually catching any of her targets with the blasts. She clearly knew how to throw the grenades exactly where she wanted them to go, if the way she slowly advanced the blasts across the width of the street, occasionally tossing a few to the edges of the road, where this particular street gave way to two others running perpendicular to it.Yes, if one were only watching Pitohui, they might be confused…

But if they were also watching the Slayers, they’d better understand what was happening. The blasts produced blinding flashes of light, and the creatures ran from the light without hesitation, without regard for where precisely they were running. From a bird’s-eye-view, it would have been easy to see what she was doing, from the pattern of the blasts. She had corralled them, and she was herding them, herding group after group towards one particular building, smirking as she watched each group duck into the doorway as they ran from the oppressive flashes of light.

While it might have seemed odd that she’d cram this many enemies into a single particular building, it becomes quickly apparent to any hypothetical observers just what was going on. Sure, the groups went in, but they never escaped, the building practically the equivalent of a roach motel. As a new group entered, there was a crunching noise as a sharp point quickly pierced into the weak spot of one of the Slayers, the other three still too dazed and confused from the onslaught of bright lights and unnatural noises. A second, third, and fourth stabs, the Slayers normally able to handle this, but sitting ducks in this specific location.

Kanade wipes off Gungnir’s spear on the ground, peeking out the door. She doesn’t see any more groups coming just yet, but with the rate Pitohui is bringing them - ah, that flash. Yep, there it was. Quickly, Kanade ducked back into the darkness of the building, making the element of the monsters work to her advantage as she positions her bright spots in places the monsters wouldn’t see, leaving a hidden shade waiting by the entrance. She doesn’t look - that’d give the game away. Instead, she just waited, listening for the grenades and working to hear when the monsters arrived. And once they did, they went down again.

Listening a while longer, Kanade heard nothing, and reached up to an earpiece. “I take it you’ve finished bringing me houseguests?”

“Yeah, that’s it for now. There’s probably more of these freaks out there, but we should have a clear shot to get deeper in. Nice work, mistress. If I had known you gave this kind of service, I would have asked for the VIP treatment when I came by your place.”

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MAINLINERS


“Such business in the act of injecting unnatural materials into the body. These creatures are lethal injection and drug overdose, their every move agony that they want to share with you. They spew forth from puddles, so I suggest applying copious amounts of fire. I’ve given you an injection to help purge their poisons if they get you, but it will probably hurt going out as much as going in. It will hurt more if it stays, though. They like to backstab, so watch your six.”

---

“We move on three, make a straight shot, down the road. See a puddle or one of them creeping around? Shout “Mark!” and stab it. If it’s too far for you to stab, make it “Switch!”. We’ll rotate, and I’ll shoot it. Anything gets us, I have the antidotes tucked away in a pouch. Say the word, and I’ll stab you with one.”

Those were Pitohui’s instructions to Kanade as the two women made their way down this particular street, one infested by the creatures Dawn had said were called Mainliners. Even as much as she enjoyed getting her hands dirty, she was no fool. There were times when it was better to take a cautious, measured approach, and avoid charging right into the fight. They stood back to back as they proceeded, Kanade having to walk backwards but not allowing it to slow her down as they made their advances every three seconds, just as Pitohui had said. 

Pitohui scanned the area, constantly searching for signs of movement, for shapes that didn’t match the terrain, for the pools of whatever blood-like substance these foul beasts emerged from. Her eyes were focused a few hundred yards ahead. She had the range, and it was better to avoid letting anything get close.

Bam. There was one, felled with a shot to the head with an XDM pistol. But even as she shot that one down, a few more had managed to get too close for comfort. She had even had to intercept one that had lunged at her and throw it at a nearby half-collapsed wall, where it splattered against the concrete. For the most part, though? The cautious approach was paying off, allowing her to take out the enemies from a distance, one at a time, while Kanade covered her back. 

If Pitohui had been alone, this street would have already claimed her, ripping her to shreds as one or another was able to pull off an ambush attack. Working with Kanade, though? There’s no giant blind spot that the Mainliners are able to go for. Sure, it was a lot closer than she liked. Her version of Gungnir had a few special moves that were good for the long-range, but against something carrying toxins, Kanade didn’t want to take the risk of ever letting the toxins get close to her body.

So instead, she just stabbed those that tried to sneak up behind them. Preventing them from ever reaching them, she grumbled - her spear will need a LOT of cleaning after this. It’s clear from how she attacks that she had years of experience with a spear, more than she could have gotten with her Symphogear based on how long she had had it. A thought flickered across Pitohui’s mind - she’d never gotten a straight answer about Kanade’s weapon experience, had she? When she’d tried, that had been one of the things Kanade had deflected her on, offering alternative pieces of information to sidetrack Pitohui and satisfy other questions in their ongoing game.

As curious and determined to get the information as she is, Pitohui doesn’t open her mouth to ask questions. She doesn’t even allow the thought to linger too long, not for now, at least. Mentally, she puts it down as something to probe further once they made it out of this particular section of the city. Considering the progress they had made - they were down nearly three quarters of this street now, without incident - that wouldn’t be long now. If she wanted to keep their advance going without incident, though, she couldn’t let her guard down...

---

MARKSMEN


“Death by gunfire. This isn’t a form based on your battles, Pitohui. This is a firing squad, a mass of soldiers called in to repress. Its flesh-covered face represents its blindness, but the rifles on its back will find you anyway. I don’t know if it stores ammo in that tumor the guns emerge from, but it can’t hurt to check. Don’t touch the guns from its body themselves. They’re toxic, literally. Leave them in ruins along with their bodies.”

---

This was probably the most interesting situation they had been in so far. Pitohui and Kanade huddled against a concrete wall, half torn-down, but more than effective in shielding them from the onslaught of gunfire coming from the collection of Marksmen down the road. They had been forced into the defensive position when they turned down this particular road, and one of the Marksmen had taken notice of them and started firing. The sound attracted the others, and, soon, an entire line of the things had come advancing down the street, firing a frenzied hail of bullets at the two girls. 

Thankfully, the beasts didn’t have enough firepower to blast through the wall. Unfortunately, if they kept sitting there, the Marksmen would keep advancing, and they’d undoubtedly encircle them. Leaning against the wall, Pitohui stroked her chin with one hand and tapped the ground with her other.

“Hmm. Yeah, we keep sitting here, we’re screwed. We go out in that, try a frontal assault, we’re screwed. Unless we could get under them, take a sewer or something, I don’t think we’ll be going this way.”

“But,” she offered, as she slammed her fist into her palm, “if we go around them, they’re all lined up for us already!” 

“So listen,” she promptly instructed. “Here’s the plan. You hold down the fort here. Stay behind the wall. I’ll leave a couple grenades. You can chuck those out if you want to slow these guys down. Just make sure you put some heat on your throw. Wouldn’t want you to accidentally blow up your cover. The road to the north’s clear, and it loops back around to here. I’ll circle around, knock ‘em all out in a couple of minutes. It’ll be easy, if you can sit and wait.”

Looking a little concerned, Kanade decided to take the risk. She braced herself behind the wall, and prepared for them to start coming in

… and they did, barraging away at the wall. It quickly began to go to pieces, chunks blasting out and flying around Kanade as the redhead stood up and aimed her spear. A small blast of energy erupted from it, launching at the monsters. Not so much a killing strike as one to shake them out of place, leaving them milling around, but now her spear needed to recharge. 

Going for the grenades next, Kanade hurled them at two quick spots, making sure they bounced quite a bit before they went off. They exploded violently, forcing the group back and even taking out a couple of them. However, the remaining ones kept going, even stepping over the corpses of their fellows to get closer, shooting away, There was only a small bit of cover left to protect Kanade...

Thankfully, after a few minutes, Pitohui made good on her promise, emerging on the other side of the street, letting loose a hail of bullets from an M60E3 machine gun. With more than enough ammo to feed the hungry weapon, she mowed down the Marksmen, most of them still focused on shooting at the cover the girls had been hiding behind. From left to right, they fell in sequence, looking not too unlike dominoes falling as she swept over them with the powerful gun, only ending her fun when she saw the last of the Marksmen fall.

Acting on Dawn’s advice, she did indeed go looting the corpses of her foes to replenish the ammo wasted on slaughtering them, not even caring that Kanade was getting to watch her pull out ammunition with the same delight as a young child pulling candy out of Christmas stockings.

---

NOOSEMEN


“Hanging is linked far more to crime punishment than the bad side of life...except perhaps trying to escape it. These creatures are fragile, but deadly. They’ll hide up in the shadows and drop down on you, moving to break your windpipe and neck. They can sometimes be spotted by what appear to be blood pools, much like the Mainliners, but if anything is above you, they may be there. They crumple easily, but that won’t help you much if they catch you off guard.”

---


It would have been helpful to have been able to get underground when they were facing the Marksmen, but that had not been an option. Further into their quest, though, Pitohui and Kanade had been forced underground. Their path took them into a subway tunnel, one that, like just about everything else here, had been abandoned and allowed to fall into ruin. Keeping in mind what Dawn had said about the Noosemen as they entered this enclosed space, Pitohui made sure she had taken point.

As her eyes adjusted to the relative darkness, she could see them, scattered throughout the length of the subway, the very blood pools Dawn had warned of. Yes, there were definitely Noosemen here, and if these things could one-shot… they'd need a strategy for getting through here. Brute forcing it wouldn't cut it. There'd be too many risks trying to forge ahead.

Before they were able to get much further than a few steps out from the edge of the stairs leading into the subway, she stuck an arm out in front of Kanade, blocking her companion's path. She looked over her shoulder to see Kanade's face, greeting the red-haired idol with a smirk and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Alright. This is where you show me how much you trust me. You see the puddles up ahead? You heard what Dawn said. There's monsters lurking on the ceiling above ‘em, ready to drop on us as soon as we walk by. We go under one of them, we have about three seconds before they snap our necks. That gives us two seconds to fight back.

So, plan's simple. You're going to inch along, and I'm going to spot you from right here. As soon as you walk under one of these things, it'll drop. All you have to do is trust me. You don't doubt that I can hit them dead in the heart in those two second do you?"

"...You're going to use me as bait based on two-second reaction time?"

"Well, duh. You have fancy tricks with that spear, sure, but, face it, you can't use it from a distance without hitting me, too. Only natural that you're the bait here.”

"You're asking me to take a huge risk. I know your gun skills are amazing, but I don't think you can do this as many times as it takes without a single mistake. And then where are we?"

Pitohui snorted at the comment, only stifling her actual laughter as she watched Kanade's face and realized that the other idol wasn't exactly joking. She studied Kanade for a minute, expecting her to relent and play along, but she saw no change in her expression or body language. Kanade was standing firm. She smiled, even as she let out a playful groan of feigned exasperation. 

That Kanade stuck to her guns, that's what made her fun. "Fine, fine, fine. You really don't trust me, do you? Guess I can't blame you, the way our first meeting went. Look, I was never going to be so stupid about it. I'd be jealous if it was you to be the one to get to have all the fun dying out here anyways. You do it one time, okay? You do it one time, I shoot the thing, and then we use its corpse. We toss it out as the bait for the next one. It drops, either I shoot it or you run in and stab it. These guys are fragile. We take that one's corpse, throw it at the next one, just keep chaining them until we're through. How about that? Can you do that one, or do you need me to bullet point every second of it, too?"

"...So you were planning to do it sensibly from the beginning." Kanade sighed. "If you had just told me that to start with, I would have gone along with it without complaining. Is it really that difficult to tell me how you actually plan to handle a situation?"

“Oh, I could,” she added with a wink, “but it’s less fun that way. Why waste words explaining it all when I already know what I’m doing? Spoils my good time getting to see your reactions in real-time.”

With those words, Pitohui lowered her arm, letting Kanade cautiously step ahead of her while she readied her gun. It wouldn’t have been easy for Kanade to tell, especially with her focus on avoiding any wrong moves, but, the way Pitohui lifted her gun carefully, so deliberately, it betrayed the simple fact, she was nervous. Usually, letting a teammate die wasn’t much of a concern for her. It was the cost of winning, of getting ahead and having a good time. Even with these stakes, she might not have been too worried… but this was Kanade. She had to get this right, with no room for error, or it would be Kanade that ended up hurt for it. She wouldn’t mess it up, but, still…

When it comes time for the action, though, none of that mattered. Kanade took a step forward, and that was it. In an instant, a creature cut in half and bound in sacklike skin  dropped from above, a gunshot rang out, and that very same beast landed beside Kanade with a thump, its hands still locked into an outstretched position, ready to crush Kanade’s neck had it been alive for just a second or so longer.

With the first beast eliminated, Pitohui walked over to Kanade and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to have some sympathy for her and make sure she wasn’t pushing her partner too hard.

“Not bad, was it? You doing alright? Let me know when you’re ready to move forward, and we’ll chuck this one ahead.”

As soon as Kanade was ready to press ahead, the duo took the corpse of the dead Nooseman in hand. From there, the trip through the subway tunnel proceeded much like Pitohui had laid it out. They would toss the corpse of a vanquished foe, the next Nooseman in their path would drop on the corpse, and they’d kill it and procure a fresh corpse to use as their next decoy. With that strategy, the rest of the trip through was uneventful, really, the powerful-but-fragile Noosemen crumpling like paper as the duo attacked.

---

GORGERS


“This monster’s a bit of a mystery to me. There’s some vague story about an urban legend that tries to eat whatever it finds, but that’s it. This city has a black history: maybe it’s more akin to a wendigo. A spirit of the worst kind of hunger. It will try and eat anything, but it seeks out living, breathing meat first. If you see one coming, break out a big gun. You don’t want to get close with this thing. Its bite is definitely worse.”

---

"God, these things are disgusting," Pitohui observed, glee in her voice, as she peered through a pair of binoculars at a swarm of the Gorgers on the street below, watching as they tore into the corpse of one of their brethren. It had apparently died in some kind of accident, but there was no way to tell what had happened. The way they ate, there wouldn't have even been any sign one of the creatures had died had the two girls been looking at the scene just minutes later. 

Pulling her head back in from the second story window - they had ducked into a building to take a rest and survey the road they were traversing next - Pitohui turned to Kanade and babbled excitedly. "Some serious beer guts on these guys, but you'll never find this kind of brutality fighting against other people. There's fighters who could learn a thing or two from beasts like these!" She offered the binoculars to Kanade, gesturing to the window and speaking as if she were offering to let a friend try out a videogame. "You wanna see for yourself?"

Taking the binoculars, Kanade peered through them as well. She grimaced as she watched the monsters devour each other - no respect for each other, no camaraderie, just simple hunger and abandonment. “You weren’t kidding. Let me guess, we’re going to have to kill them all the hard way? I don’t even want to think about them eating Symphogear’s spear.”

Pitohui shook her head as she stuck the binoculars back into a pouch on her outfit. “No, there’s no way that’s going to work.”

With that settled, Pitohui sat down on the floor, her legs crossed, and leaned her back against the wall. "These guys are big and ugly, and there's well over sixty, maybe seventy plus. If we go out there and our initial attacks don't take them down in one go, they'll overwhelm us. I'd love to get down there in the middle of them anyways, but I can live with this. Perfect time to try out something I managed to get my hands on recently. I told Dawn to send it when we found these freaks. We'll kick back here until she sends it in."

"Unless… Unless you have a hot date I don't know about. Say the word, and we'll start the bloodbath. I'm sure we'll figure it out." Her comment was half-joking, half-venting. Having to sit around and wait didn't exactly sound fun, even if it was the soundest plan. 

“Hmmm… nah.” Kanade smiled a bit, deciding to poke at Pitohui. “You think I’d cheat on you like that? Soon as you told me that you wanted to do this with me, I cleared my whole schedule. Not a single commitment other than you today.”

“That right?” Pitohui responded, figuring that playing along and rolling with the poking was the best way to counter here. “It warms my heart, really. Didn’t know I was that special to you.” She was clearly making a mockery of Kanade’s comment as she spoke. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to remember that. I’ll use it against you next time I have something I need you to do.”

After a few moments in silence that followed, Pitohu's face broke into a grin. She wasn’t even trying to disguise the mischievous edge in her voice. "So, hey, Kanade. You're pretty skilled with that spear. Strange to see someone with so little blood on their weapon of choice with ability like that. Where'd you say you picked up spearplay again?"

"The spear?" Kanade casts her mind back, trying to remember what she'd claimed to Pitohui beforehand. It's been months, and the cover story she created on the spot was fuzzy in her head, so she decides to just take a chance on a new invention. "Well, that's a funny story, really. I was in a school play, and I was cast in the role of a leading spearfighter. It was surprisingly fun, so I stuck with it afterwards, and took it up as a real weapon rather than just a prop."

"School play, huh?" Pitohui asked, playing off her skepticism as mere curiosity. "Guess performing on stage has always been in your blood. Do much practice with it?" Practice with the spear, of practice for the play, she left it ambiguous as to which she's asking about. This story didn't match at all with the story Kanade had offered her the first time she had asked. Kanade was lying, but, if she wanted to tell lies, it'd be fun to see just how long she could keep it up. "So, what was the name of this play? I'm guessing you were the shining star, in the spotlight. Just who were you playing as, anyway?"

"Ah, it was one of those school original plays, you know? Haven't thought about it in years, after all." Kanade says, trying to buy a bit of time to think. "It was The Queen of the Fishers, and I was playing her lead fighter. The spearwoman who did all the fighting for the queen, and all that."

"Huh." Pitohui stroked her chin, acting as though she was thinking deeply about it for a moment. Then she grinned, grinned as if she had caught prey in a trap. "You just must have never had time, between going out to those archaeology sites, and practicing for plays, and practicing with your spear to keep in shape. You did say that's why you had picked it up, right? Or was that all its own kind of act? Tell me, am I hearing about a performance, or am I watching one right now?"

"...Ah." Kanade froze a bit. Well, damn. Pitohui had a better memory for the little details than she had thought. "...Well, what do you think?" Kanade winks. "I'd like to hear your theory, in that case." She's given up on pretending she wasn't lying, but now it's in Pitohui's court. "Don't worry, I'll tell you once you get it right~"

"Hmm." Now Pitohui wasn't feigning thought. She really had to think about this one. Surely Kanade had provided some kind of information somewhere along the way. She had mentioned something that hinted at where she picked it up, right?

Pitohui had ideas, but tossing them out and missing would only give Kanade a clear idea of what she was thinking, and that would mean Kanade would be more alert, less careless about letting related information slip. Better to give it up... for now.

She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head, exaggerating her expression of surrender. "Couldn't tell you. I haven't given it much thought. Didn't expect you to be the type to lie. I'll have to do a little more digging. But don't worry. Don't think for a second that I won't figure it out. I never miss my shots."

As the conversation wrapped up, there was a VROP. In the middle of the room, a huge gun - an RPG-7 - dropped out of midair. Pitohui sprang to her feet and dove like a baseball fielder trying to make an impossible catch as she curled her arms around the gun and shielded the machine from the impact of hitting the ground. She scrambled to get back on her feet, concerned with absolutely nothing else but inspecting the gun and making sure it hadn't been damaged.

"What the hell? That better not have hurt you! If you're damaged, I'll dismantle Dawn myself and use her to patch you up, I swear. Come on, show me how bad it is."

Yes, perhaps to her amusement, Kanade had a front row seat to a very rare spectacle - that is, a front row seat to watch Pitohui express genuine panic and worry for something other than herself. For the brief moment she was inspecting her gun, she didn’t even pay the slightest attention to Kanade. 

"Phew," she breathed as she finished her inspections, content that her quick action had spared the gun from damage. "It's good. I don't have to kill Dawn. Yet." Back to her usual self, Pitohui made for the window, beckoning Kanade to come along.

"Gonna need your shoulder for this one."

A few minutes later, the two girls strolled down the very street they had been looking down on, pieces of the Gorgers and potholes left behind where Pitohui's shots had thrown the asphalt and concrete into the air now the only obstacles in their way.

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BURROWERS


“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and any city is built by, and on the backs, in many ways, of those who would not be fortunate enough to live and benefit from it. So this monster roots through the earth like a worm from hell, ripping up from beneath to slash, crush, and tear apart with its chains. They move incredibly fast and can sneak up on you, deadly quiet save for the faint noise of disturbed ground. Watch your feet, and if you see the road uprooting, aim for it and try and put it down for good. The high ground might also be useful here...though I don’t know if they can burrow up through buildings…”

----

"Hyaaaaaaa!" Pitohui channeled her rage into a shout as she stabbed her Photon Sword - or, one of them, at least - into the ground in front of her. Her eyes lit up as she heard the creature emerging from the ground unleash an unholy scream and writhe in response to the pain. Killing these things had proven cathartic, after they had proven more troublesome than any other beast in the city. 

She had thought they'd be easy to take out. They didn't sound too different from the giant sandworms she had once hunted down. There did, however, turn out to be two big differences. These creatures were much smaller, which made them harder to hit before they returned to the ground. She could still hit them, but it took a few rounds of hitting them while they were out of the ground to put them down. The other difference? They emerged from asphalt, steel, and concrete. She had guns that could pierce the substances, but, at the close range the Burrowers emerged, she would have ended up hurting herself far more than her foes trying to do that. Stuck with a basic assortment of guns that couldn't hurt the creatures until they emerged and knives too small to be effective, Pitohui had been smacked around more than a few times by the beasts before switching to her Photon Sword. She had wanted to conserve the batteries in her primary melee weapons longer, but she wasn't likely to go through more than one here, and it felt so satisfying to plunge the plasma blade down through the ground and into the head of the creatures making the ground beneath her rumble. 

Yes, melee weapons were just more effective here, she had to admit to herself as she glanced over at her Gungnir-using partner. Kanade had been having a much easier go of it against these beasts, able to stab them right through the middle as soon as they popped up and kill them in one swift movement. On one hand, it was frustrating as hell, watching Kanade's kill count for the mission climb, getting closer and closer to her own. On the other hand, Kanade looked extremely hot, leaving a trail of corpses behind her like a force of nature rushing down the street. 

Wither her target dead - as she could tell from it suddenly going limp and silent - Pitohui found her eyes drawn to Kanade. The other idol was stabbing a Burrower that had leapt at her, and it was difficult to avoid being transfixed by her tall, powerful figure, the fire in her eyes, or the raw strength translated into the motion of her spear and body during her thrust.

Watching the Burrower fall in two pieces in front of Kanade and seeing no other threats - as many as they had killed, there could only have been a few left, anyways - Pitohui called out, deciding that it was probably safe to play around a little.  

"Hey now! You might have the mane of a cock, but don't go getting cocky because you've been lucky here! This is still the opening sprint, and I know you won't be able to keep up with me in the marathon!"

"Unless, that is, you're ready to show off some bloodlust you've been hiding from me~."

“Really? This is the opening sprint? Not, say, all the slaughter we’ve done already? I’d say we’ve turned half this city into a pile of monster guts by now. I’m pretty sure we moved into the marathon mode about an hour ago, wouldn’t you?”

Kanade shrugs, and then turns back quickly as something catches her eyesight. A single final Burrower had popped up, only to be simultaneously impaled by a spear and a sword.

“I’m gonna be nice and call that one yours.”

“Nah. Count it for yourself. You’ll need the boost when the totals are counted up.”

-----

MAULERS


“A lot of these creatures are generic in a sense, related to multiple horrors. This is more specific. This is a creature of desperation and terror, of those that hunted their fellows and treated them worse than animals. It is possible they serve a master, but I suspect that master is occupied elsewhere. End the pain these beasts represent. And on the off chance you encounter their source, terminate it with extreme prejudice.”

---

"Aww, aren’t you just adorable? You're such a sweet little murderous baby! Who's good at gouging arteries out? It's you! It's you!" 

Though Pitohui spoke with the same tone one usually reserved for coddling puppies, the furless, bloodied dog-like monster in her hands that she was holding up at arm's length by the rear looked nothing like a cute pup. It was clear as it tried to snap at her with its bared fangs - which looked quite unusual in the human skull it had for a head - and tried to headbutt her to plunge the knife attached to its head into her leg, that even she, as strong as she was, was having trouble holding the flailing creature. Not letting the aching in her arms bother her, she turned to Kanade. 

"What'd you think? Can we keep him? We'd be the most terrifying duo in Olympia if we had an army of hellhounds ride into battle with us!"

“Ehhh. Take a look at him. He’s definitely not housebroken, and do you want to try to teach him?”

"Hmm. I guess not. Alright. Time to go to sleep for you."

With those words, Pitohui tossed caution to the wind and shifted her grip, dropping the Mauler and immediately reaching out to grab it by one of its rear legs as it fell. She had less control over the beast, having only one hand around it, but it freed her up to pull out a pistol. 

A few seconds later, the beast's skull rolled across the ground, having been severed from the rest of its body when a bullet ripped through its neck. Pitohui dropped the rest of the body with an unceremonious thud, and rubbed her hands on her catsuit to clear some of the blood off. 

"Was always more of a cat person, anyways."

Kicking the dog-beast's corpse out of her way, she stretched and surveyed the area ahead. Fittingly enough, it was a park. The particular Mauler Pitohui had just killed had been wandering around the outskirts of the park, and had rushed at them as soon as they had shown up. It clearly hadn't anticipated her scooping it up in her arms. That was possible to do with one, but there'd be many, many more in the depths of the overgrown, run-down space where real dogs had once roamed.

These things weren't very threatening. They were easy to put down. They'd only be a concern if  they were to swarm them. Dogs hunted in packs, but these weren't really dogs, and hadn't Dawn said that these beasts didn't exactly work together? It'd come down to luck, whether or not they happened to run into any huge numbers of the things at once. It would have been great if they could have had something to their backs, but there wasn't anything they could follow that would prove a significant enough obstacle.to protect them from one side. Still, they'd be able to get through just fine as long as they took care and moved as a unit.

Already with her plan in mind, Pitohui decided to have some fun. This was the perfect time to play a little game, to test just how far Kanade had come. If the other idol could come up with a great plan, that'd be awesome to see. If not, well, it didn't much matter. But it wouldn't be nearly as fun if Kanade knew it didn't matter.

Pitohui crossed her arms and made a big show of trying to think, raising her head into the air, closing her eyes, letting out "hmms", the full works. After a minute, she knocked a hand on her helmet, feigning frustration as she turned to Kanade.

"Gah! I'm so stupid! An idiot! I don't know why the hell I can't think of anything. Stay in the fight long enough and my head gets fried." She kicked the Mauler corpse with much greater force this time, sending it hurtling through the air as part of her performance.

"I don't know what we're doing here. If I have to come up with the plan here, I'm just charging in and blasting everything that moves full of lead."

"You don't have any better ideas, do you?" She kept her act up even as she turned to Kanade, almost snapping at her all for the sake of making her act more convincing and keeping Kanade from suspecting what she was up to.

“Hmmmm. Well, let’s see. They just want to come in as quickly as possible, right? Soon as they see us, they’re going to attack. They’ll charge after us, regardless of how many others are there.

How big an explosion can you set off, do you think?”

“Hmm. Didn’t bring anything too explosive. We set a pile of grenades somewhere, stand back, blast ‘em with the RPG, and we’d have a boom that could rattle a building, though.”

“Well, there we go. I think I’ve done enough baiting, so!” Kanade thumps Pito on the back. “You go out there, and lure them all, and I’ll blast them with a single shot. Or don’t you trust me to get the job done?”

“Oh, I trust you alright. I just don't trust you to be as fast as I am~. I like this plan. Let’s do it!”

Soon after the conversation had concluded, an explosion rocked the abandoned park. The air filled with a vile snarling sound in the moments following, but, just seconds later, there was silence once more, the Maulers that had all been lured to one point falling victim to an attack by the mighty Gungnir.

-----

INFERNA


“This monster is out of place. Its source is not this city, but another place where these horrors emerged, tied to a legend of paranoia and avarice. They say it takes a while to grow a soul...and sometimes I think that’s true. Now it echoes down to these streets, the false accusers and the fate they inflicted, doomed not to feel it but to perpetuate it. I warn you, they are exceptionally dangerous: fast moving, and capable of rapidly turning an area into a maelstrom of fire. And their fire is not natural. It burns beyond the flesh. If they come for you, I suggest unleashing absolute hell before they can get close. Better to be worse equipped for lesser dangers than let these get close.”

TRIGGERMEN


“If the other beasts with guns represent impassive, trained killing, this creature is the spawn of its opposite. The knee jerk draw, the spray of death, the drive by, the idea that a little tool can fix every problem. Despite their shattered craniums, they can aim better than the Riflemen, and they’re a lot more mobile. Like spiders in a web of death. They climb, they leap, and they pounce. They can’t shoot in mid air though. But they can bring those guns to bear so rapidly that it won’t matter much. You’ll need to be better than rage with them. More rage will simply play into their hands with their guns.”

----

She didn't use it often, but Pitohui did have a shield. A handheld one, large enough and strong enough to shield most of her body but small and light enough to be portable. She had even instructed Dawn to warp it to her during this mission.

And yet, she wasn't the one who had it right now.

"Ahahahahahaha! Come on! I thought you were supposed to be hot! I'm barely breaking a sw-"

"Whew!" Pitohui let out the exclamation as she sidestepped the fireball rushing past her. It only succeeded in singing the end of her ponytail and making her sweat. Er, well, sweat more than she already had been, running from the massive horde of Inferna coming up the street behind her. That hadn't even been the first close-call fireball she had had to dodge at the last minute. She had been looking over her shoulder every few seconds as she ran, looking out for fireballs and admiring the raging inferno that was consuming huge swathes of the city behind her as her pursuers chased after her. She didn't even have a gun in her hand for this mad dash. Instead, she had two Photon Swords, one in each hand, neither yet having their actual blades extended out from the little cylindrical rod from which they emerged. Dawn had been right. These things were fast, and she was running at her absolute top speed to keep ahead of them.

"Come on! I thought you were supposed to move as fast as fire spread! I wanted some cardio, not a stroll on mainstreet!"

While Pitohui taunted the Inferna charring up the street behind her, a horde was chasing after her friend as well. In order to conserve some stamina, Kanade had finally turned off Symphogear, taking the risky bet of relying on her own natural speed. While she didn’t have nearly the raw strength Bikkie did, that wasn’t the important part here - the important part was keeping her legs going. She had to push herself hard, but she knew that if she did this run in her gear, she’d just exhaust herself for later.

Left, right, center - the Triggermen were aiming. The only advantage Kanade had was speed, being able to duck behind the massive amounts of cover to avoid being shredded - without how chewed up this area was, she’d have been shot to pieces long ago. But it was all a matter of reaching the point that they’d agreed on.

There. Pitohui could see Kanade, charging right towards her, a horde of Triggermen firing bullets past her. They were in the final stretch. Pitohui and Kanade both pushed themselves even harder for the final stretch, sprinting towards one another with renewed vigor, spurred on by the knowledge that one wrong move meant death.

They should have, by all accounts, smacked into each other. But, no. When Pitohui and Kanade stopped on a dime, they had less than a foot separating them. There was no time for a happy reunion, though. Even before she had come to a full stop, Pitohui had activated her weapons, and had already plunged her plasma blades into the ground. With no hesitation, she cut a circular section of the earth beneath her and Kanade. The ground fell away underneath them, and the two girls fell into a sewer, landing with a rather hard thud as their backs hit the concrete beneath them. Flat on their backs, they could see the chaos unfolding aboveground clearly through the hole in the ceiling above them. Bullets met flames. Had they been seconds slower, they would have been shot full of holes and incinerated. They had made it through alive, though, and now, safe underground, they could lay back and listen to the carnage and destruction above as the two hordes of beasts destroyed each other and absolutely everything in the vicinity. 

Pitohui remained sprawled out, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and watched the destruction unfolding above with satisfaction. Between breaths, she pushed out a question.

"So, what'd you think? It's beautiful, isn't it? Pure, unadulterated chaos and death on a massive scale. Almost makes you wish we were up there, huh?"

“Maybe if we were on the rooftops. Down here is - whoa!” Kanade rolls a bit as a burst of flame nearly singed off some of that mess of red hair. “Down here’s just a bit better than street level, I think. Except for those Noosemen.”

“Way better, a bit better. Both are the same when you’re putting your life on the line. Doesn’t matter if a bullet misses by centimeters or kilometers, long as it misses.”

As the chaos unfurled above them, Pitohui and Kanade rested their bodies and composed themselves. This particular battle had been demanding, but they had almost made it through the entirety of the city. They could afford to rest, for now, and they needed it. There wasn’t much left, but neither of them doubted that what was left would put up a fight.

----

SUPPRESSORS

 

“Some things never change. This blind and deaf monster is another essence of cruel dehumanization. Unfortunately, it’s not WHOLLY blind. The lights embedded in its head will seek movement, targets, prey. If they fall on anything, you, a passerby, even something in motion, it will open fire with a fury the other two creatures who have had guns fused to them cannot match. Stay out of the light. Match brutality with brutality.”

ISOLATIONISTS


“No man is an island, and if you force that, you can be ground away like the sea will wipe away such a small entity over time. If the Inferna was purely a creation of elsewhere, misplaced, this one is purely a creation of this city, its punishments, and its most subtle hells. It shatters light wherever it goes, and its body seethes with electrical harm. Don’t think past experiences gives you much of an advantage, Pitohui. I have not observed any of these creatures in open areas, like the streets and its alleyways, but if you enter buildings, you may find it. In the dark.”

----

They were back in the subway tunnels, and just like before, it was dark. Whatever lights might have been working had been blown out - quite literally, actually. They hadn't simply gone dark due to decay. They had burst. All around, there were signs of the places where bulbs had bursted, scorch marks where others had caught fire. Some kind of overwhelming electrical pulse had surged through all of the circuits in this portion of the city at some point in the past. Yes, it was dark. Yet, it wasn't total darkness, not nearly as dark as you'd expect in the depths of a tunnel beneath a concrete jungle. 

Total darkness would have been less frightening. All throughout the tunnel, there were lights that pierced through the darkness. Harsh glow of searchlight beams, low to the ground, in constant motion as the Suppressors that emitted them clawed their way forward to inch along the floor of the subway. Brighter, more blinding flashes only occasionally lit up the tunnels. They were usually accompanied by the mangled howls of a Suppressor, dying as the electricity of Isolationists coursed through their bodies. Just as before, Pitohui and Kanade benefitted from their foes' inclination to fight with each other. Both of these groups of beasts had been drawn to the darkness of the subway, and they had ended up in competition for the space. The results of that competition were clear, considering how many charred corpses of Suppressors the girls had to step over as they made their way through the tunnel, and how many Isolationists slumped against the wall, their bodies riddled with bullets.

Even with their foes' ranks already considerably thinned, though, this had proven to be the most dangerous stretch of the girls' tour of the city. As careful as they had been to stick to the shadows and to kill anything they could safely take out, they were at a significant disadvantage here, and the few remaining beasts that had managed to survive down her so long had been able to hit them and hit them hard. They had both been forced to endure their own share of bullets, and they had both, at some point or another, had the unpleasant experience of having high-voltage electricity rammed through their bodies. Quite frankly, the only saving grace they had was the fact that they were here together. When one of them had come under assault, the other had been able to react within seconds and kill the beast. Had either one of them been alone, they would have almost certainly not made it through this subway. 

They had, at least, almost made it out. There were no more sounds of monsters dragging themselves along the ground, and no lights in their vicinity, save for the much more welcoming light pouring in from an exit just barely visible in the distance. They might have even cleared the tunnel of beasts already, but they had no way of knowing for certain. Needless to say, even as she leaned her back against the wall and inspected her wounds, Pitohui kept her assault rifle in her hands. Next to her, Kanade caught her breath, not so much worn out by their recent activities as simply worn down by the entire expedition. She certainly seemed to appreciate the break, Pitohui noted. While the Suppressors were deaf, the Isolationists were anything but, so Pitohui merely whispered as she taunted Kanade. 

"Aww, not getting tired already, are we? Can't blame me for not warning you that this was going to be a marathon."

"Oooooof... what're you talking about? I'm ready to go. I could kill another thousand of these things. I think YOU should be the one worrying." Despite her bravado, it was clear from Kanade's posture that she really was beginning to run out of energy, feeling drained by the lengthy endurance session they’d been going through.

"You sure can talk a big game. I like it. Makes you more fun." Pitohui had held up better. She was tired too, not yet to the point of slumping against the wall, but appreciating the break in the action nonetheless as they prepared for the final push. These long, drawn-out battles were her element, though. She'd have the energy to keep going for a good while yet. That Kanade was merely drained and not already exhausted beyond her physical limits was a testament to her strength, not her weakness. She must have had some kind of experience with lengthy quests, with expeditions of some kind... "Here's the thing about learning to lie like a pro. You can't just sell everyone else on it. You need to sell yourself on it, commit to the lie, y'know? I'd be more inclined to believe you if I couldn't see it in you that you can't keep this up much longer. But, hey, cheers to you for making it this far. You must have had something in your past that helped you build up this kind of stamina. You wanna tell me what that was? And, no, I won't be taking spear practice as an answer this time."

"Heh, I didn't think you would, would you?" Kanade said, panting. "Yeah, I don't have any good lies for this one. But come on, are you really just gonna ask for what it was? Just like that? What happened to the Pitohui I know, who'd spend days researching for an answer?"

"Oh? And here I thought people were always telling me that I'd never find someone who appreciates all my effort." Pitohui had been thinking, quite a bit, actually. Kanade was more versed in this kind of work than she had any right to be. And, way back before they had embarked on this quest, Kanade had mentioned her uncle facing down dangers. Archaeology didn't exactly sound like a dangerous field. It sounded downright boring, actually, but there was something to this story, and she wanted to find out what that something was. "Fine, fine. We'll do it your way. You want a question? Here's one. What kind of beasts were you watching your uncle take down? You picked that spear up for more than just exercise, and you've kept up too well. So tell me, how much did you learn from a guy who never let danger stop him? Don't go telling me that you were lucky enough to get taken on missions like this when you were still a kid."

From the reaction Kanade gives, she wasn't expecting Pitohui to nail that on the first try. "...Well, damn. You're better at this than I thought, huh? I wish I got to see him in action, but no, I just got to hear tales instead. His days in the monster-infested ruins were when I was just a kid. No, all I got to do was wander around dig sites and field work, though at least the expeditions always liked me. I think they thought of me as a mascot, almost. You're right, though. Uncle Lemeza and his tales of great battle... yeah, that's why I took up a weapon. Though I wasn't lying about why I picked up a spear in particular. Tried sword, tried axe, tried club, but spear was just what felt natural."

"Whaaat? No way! Are you telling me he fought actual monsters?" No longer concerned with staying quiet to avoid attracting attention, Pitohui let out a peculiar half-gasp, half-squeal of delight as she lights up upon hearing Kanade's answer. Finding out why Kanade had taken up a weapon - and that she had found one that suited her in a way Pitohui could very much relate - was a delight of its own, but this was an even more shocking discovery. "I thought that archaeology was all about picking up clay shards and junk, but this sounds exciting! How many good stories have you been keeping from me? Even if you weren't in those ruins yourself, you have to tell me everything you know!"

"Yeah, he definitely fought monsters. The two-headed snake, the stone statue, the monstrous fish... In fact, if you do some digging, the expedition he fought them on is pretty famous! And he didn't tell all the stories of it to the public, but he definitely shared enough to get a lot of interest." Kanade left it at that, a grin on her face. "Might become an archaeologist yourself, with interest like that!"

"Be careful. You give me ideas, and I might just go and become better than your uncle." Pitohui 
returns Kanade's grin with a smirk. Well, she had a new project to pursue. It might not have 
been public record, but the stories would be out there somewhere. And if she could get enough 
to ask a direct question, she'd get the answer out of Kanade.

“But we’ll never find out if we sit around here and wait for them to kill us,” she adds as she rose to her feet and gestured for Kanade to follow. “Come on. I get the feeling we’re in the home stretch.” 

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ARSONISTS


“They call cities urban jungles. Forests burn, and rot burns well. And sadly, rot often contains life of its own. Now condemned to burn forever, this creature will only know peace through extinguishment. Its fire will not harm itself though, so you cannot wait it out. Water also seems lacking in its effectiveness, though perhaps excessive amounts will serve. Be warned: it will blaze one last time when it dies…”
---

It wasn't often, with the Kobbers, that Pitohui had a chance to show off her skill as a sniper. Here though, perched on top of what was once a small store, probably built early in the city's history, considering how tiny it was compared to the rest of the buildings, Kanade was treated to a spectacular show.

Pitohui was on her stomach, looking through the sight of her Blaser R93, kicking her feet up in the air almost as if she were bored. It was simple, really, a welcome respite as they neared the end of their mission. Every few minutes, Pitohui would spot a small horde of the beasts wandering where she could hit them, and there'd be a few - usually five or six - pounding gunshots in rapid succession. Once she had made her shots, she would toss a question to Kanade, who was standing tall on the rooftop, looking through binoculars at the street below.

Speaking of, there were more. Eight shots this time, interestingly enough.

"Only thirty meters east of the last group. How far?"

“Let’s see… wow. I’m impressed! I give it twenty feet up and about a fifty meter total spread.”

Yes, Pitohui wasn't asking whether or not she had hit them all. She knew she had, she could see it for herself, and even if she couldn't, she wouldn't have bothered to ask, anyways. Kanade would have said something, in that unlikely scenario. Instead, she wanted to know how far the resulting blaze extended upwards when it flared up and how far pieces of the Arsonists' corpses had scattered. She was using, for the first time in a real hunt, dumdum bullets. She was eager to know just how effective they were.

“Hmm. Impressive, but not what I was hoping for. Ah well, let’s try the next one.” Pitohui shrugged off the disappointing - in her eyes, at least - result and peered through her scope to try and find more of the beasts. A task that wasn’t easy, with how many they had already eliminated! Darn, would this mission end with a whimper?

No.

----

THE HORDE

“I have not observed this creature. I have simply observed other aspects of this corruption and its creations, and what happens when they are dealt sufficient physical damage that they are disabled, and am presenting a possibility.

“Everything you do, will come back to you. All massed together in one final nightmare. If it does come for you, I will drop in whatever I can to balance the scales. All cards will be on the table. This possibility is hell itself bursting to the surface of the Earth.


Good luck. You’ll need it.”

----

"Ahahahahaha, you couldn't have picked anything better for that final boss feel, could you have?"

Most people would not have laughed as the ground trembled and buildings threatened to topple, except perhaps as a result of shock, of having no other reaction to offer.

Most people would not have thrown their head back as they watched a beast that looked like it could have come from the depths of hell, a beast as tall as a two-story building, emerged from the earth, tearing through asphalt, concrete, and steel with ease as it rose up from beneath the ground.

Most people were not, it was always worth reiterating, Pitohui.

With the bay to their backs, Pitohui and Kanade stood on top of a freighter, left to rot in what was once a shipyard. They had already been in its depths. Down below, every single type of beast - save for the Burrowers - they had encountered so far roamed around, refugees set on killing one another and killing anything else that even so much as dared to move. It would have been the perfect final obstacle before a final boss, the perfect final rush of foes before facing down a final boss. Had the circumstances been any different, Pitohui would have happily jumped into such a challenge. But the two girls had tried to avoid killing, tried to avoid fighting, as much as they could, while setting up their final trap. They had crept through the insides of the ship, killing beasts when they had to, but for the most part avoiding fights as they put their plan into action.

The beast emerging on the peninsula they had been overlooking was already leveling everything around it. It hadn’t noticed them, not yet.

“Whew! This one’s a big boy! Hope you aren’t too disappointed that none of these guns are made for something this big.”

“I mean, that’d make it too easy, wouldn’t it?” Kanade said, taking deep breaths. Symphogear wasn’t meant to be used this long, and any minute now it could run out, leaving her nearly but not quite defenseless… but she wasn’t going to show that.

The roar that came next seemed to shake the crust of the earth itself, the water churning as if a fierce gale had descended upon the bay. The old ship lurched and pitched and heeled violently, threatening to send the two girls off balance, its creaking and the groaning of its worn-out joints just barely audible over the beast’s mighty roar.

Now, they had been noticed.

All at once, all hell broke loose, both atop the ship and in its depths. The beast - the Horde, that is - lunged at Kanade and Pitohui. The Gungnir-wielder, her athleticism boosted by the magitch, leapt high into the air, Pitohui clinging to her back. Seconds later, as the Horde slammed into the ship’s surface, the two girls came down, Pitohui jumping off Kanade’s back to do so. Gigantic spear and blade of superheated plasma, both weapons plunged into the beasts’ heads, each girl landing on a different portion of its massive body.

As she pulled out her magitech spear from the creature's head, Kanade suddenly feels a tugging sense of exhaustion. Her entire Symphogear began to glow, and in a burst of light, it simply... dissolved. Her pendant, now the normal red jewel of its  inactive state, dangled around her neck, as Kanade nearly collapsed from the sudden loss of strength she's experienced from the lack of a gear. She staggered, wavered dangerously for two seconds, then managed to regain her balance, wobbling on her feet.

Pitohui caught the sight of Kanade's gear dissolving around her out of the corner of her eye as she herself pulled her sword out of the Horde's head. Not straight up, though. She dragged it through the head she was standing on for maximum damage. It had been fun, for a moment, causing the beast so much pain, but all of the thrill evaporated as she watched Kanade stumble. She had to stop herself from gunning for the other idol, acting on instinct to jump in the middle of the fray and put herself between the beast and her ally. She had to find a way to defend Kanade, but... if they were together, they'd be easy targets. The plan relied upon each of them fighting on their own, to keep the beast's attention split.

But sometimes, plans had to change in the midst of battle. She didn't have any explosives left on her person, but Pitohui still had plenty of guns, as she whipped out one of her XDM .40 pistols. The gun wouldn't do much to the beast, not much at all, but it'd let her keep it's attention on her for the moment, and she'd be fine fighting by herself while Kanade recovered. Getting Kanade something to defend herself with, though... that was another matter...

As the beast raised itself back up, itching to fight, Pitohui blasted it with a series of shots, and the Horde turned its full attention to her. It swiped at her with a scythed claw, and she raised a shield to block it. Woman and beast struggled against one another, Pitohui using her might to push back against her attacker with her shield and the Horde adding greater and greater force in an attempt to drive its claw through the shield. Back and forth their struggle went, each able to gain the upper hand for a moment, but never long enough to break off the attack. The shield would hold just fine. The question wasn't whether or not Pitohui would be impaled, but how long she could avoid being knocked to the ground. 

All the while, she watched Kanade, observing what the other idol did with the precious moments bought for her to recover, trying to assess if she'll be in a state to fight at all.

As she saw Pitohui block the attack, Kanade realized she had to make sure of this chance. She still had the energy to keep going, even if she did feel immensely drained - Kanade had just never fought to the point where she lost her gear before, and it was a surprise and a shock to her system. Now that she's got the chance to keep going, Kanade's started to act, quickly searching for something to fight with. 

Nothing at hand. Darn it Dawn, this would have been a good time for a loot crate.

"...It's not a spear, but it's close enough! Toss me your photon sword!"

"Hey, hey! Back in the fight? I thought I'd get the chance to be the hero rescuing the princess, but whatever." Despite the casual tone of her choice of words, the strain in Pitohui's voice was all too easy to hear as the beast started to overwhelm and overpower her worn-down body. Ultimately, she made the decision at the last minute to avoid giving in, and, with one final heave to give herself an opening, she dashed out from underneath the shield, letting the beast slam it to the ground with her now out of the way. She'd have to retrieve it at some point, but that'd be far from impossible. Better to lose it for a moment than get sliced through the abdomen. Out of harm's way for the immediate moment, Pitohui tossed her photon sword - in its inactive state, of course - to Kanade. She was still on her feet and ready to fight, but that little match against the beast had worn her out. But the Horde was already preparing to launch another attack against - readying itself to slam into her with its massive form - her as she worked to sling her assault rifle over her shoulder to take it from being strapped onto her back to being in her hands. She might, she noted, just have to rely on Kanade to intervene here, considering the edge of the ship was immediately to her back and she'd only be able to start firing once the beast had already committed to its attack.

Well, she didn’t have to worry. With a flick, the photon sword erupted into life, a bright red blade searing in the night air. Kanade takes a couple experimental stabs, figuring out how she could account for the weight and shape - she'd never be able to do something like conquer a Brawl with the sword, but to finish a fight? Or at least hold it up until their plan went into action? That was easy. She spun the sword, then stabbed it right into a part of the Horde that strayed near her, causing it to roar at her loudly. It immediately took a swing, Kanade dodging out of the way - she still had the stamina to keep fighting, at least for as long as they needed!

With Kanade's attack, the Horde took its attention off Pitohui, at least for the immediate moment. That gave her the time to finish getting her assault rifle in her hands, and once she had that, she wasted no time in spraying a barrage of bullets at the beast. It once again turned and roared at her. But that didn't last long. On the other side of the beast, Kanade took another stab at it. Before it could even fully turn around to face its red-headed foe, it was being assaulted by gunfire again, Pitohui running to the opposite side of Kanade and even retrieving her shield as she did. Back and forth. From one side of the ship to the other, the beast turned, as heavy fire hit it from one side and alternated with a sharp, searing, stabbing pain erupting from its other side. Yes, this was a beast born from mob mentality, but the madness of mobs meant that it could only focus on one threat at a time, and Pitohui and Kanade kept their attacks alternated to keep the beast from focusing on either one of them for too long.

As the battle raged atop the ship, a series of explosions rocked the ship from the inside. 

Grand Grenades, positioned all across its keel, throughout its lowest depths and placed just underneath every partition between its compartments, finally went off all at once. More powerful, time-delayed models of a standard plasma grenade, the sheer size of the ship meant that even these massive explosions didn’t damage it too heavily, but it did allow water to begin pouring in. The ship, which had survived in this lonely harbor for some unknowable but undoubtedly large number of years, was finally beginning to sink. The explosions and the influx of water sent the beasts below into overdrive, and the killing within the ship began in earnest.

Listening to the sounds of pandemonium beneath them, Pitohui and Kanade both kept a silent count going in their head. They had discussed the plan, had estimated the time they would need and gone over it again and again to make sure. Until that moment came, though, they had to keep fighting this looming beast. That was easier said than done, given its size and the limited room on the battlefield. Kanade kept her borrowed photon sword in hand, and Pitohui stuck with her assault rifle in one hand and her shield in the other, willing to drop the latter when she needed to focus on firing. Neither girl could do much with their attacks, but they kept them up, slowly chipping away at the Horde even as it forced them to dodge an onslaught of its own. It tried repeatedly to slam its heads into them, to swipe at them with its claws, and to catch them in its gaping maw. And more than any of that, it just tried to outlast them.

For some twenty minutes, the girls fought the beast on the top of the freighter as more and more of the ship sunk beneath the choppy water of the bay. Corpses piled up in the increasingly waterlogged belly of the ship. During this confrontation, Pitohui and Kanade had continued to try to stay on opposite ends of the ship, had tried to split the beast’s attention between the two of them. As they hit the time they had agreed upon, though, Pitohui dodged yet another one of the beast’s swipes, and then ran over to Kanade. One more series of explosions rocked the ship, the blast this time much larger, and concentrated in the few areas of the ship that remained dry. The beasts inside let out twisted screams as they were blown to pieces all at once. Racing against the final few moments of the countdown only they knew about, Pitohui dropped her shield flat on the ground. Within seconds, she had dropped on top of it herself, gripping its handles with all of her might as her stomach pressed against metal. And just as planned, Kanade dropped on top of her, gripping to both her and, as best she was able to with Pitohui’s hands already there, the handles on the shield itself.

Pitohui looked directly at the beast, watching it prepare to impale herself and Kanade with one of its claws, and offered but a single word.

“Byeee~eee!”

Normally, this would have been a great way to get killed, but in a fraction of a second after Kanade had dropped down, just after Pitohui had uttered her goodbye, the ship itself exploded.

True though it may have been that the girls didn’t possess the weaponry required to create a blast that could take out the Horde, that didn’t mean they couldn’t make one. Inside the hull of that ship, two key components came together as they had distracted the Horde. One component was an immense amount of water in a confined space. That had been allowed in by the first series of explosions. The second was an immense amount of heat, released all at once. When the Arsonists inside the ship had been killed in the second series of blasts, they had provided more than enough heat. And water, plus heat, plus pressure…

The entire freighter had been turned into one gigantic steam-powered explosive that would have made Herman and Otto shudder.

With Pitohui’s absolutely ecstatic cackling ringing out, Pitohui and Kanade used the shield to ride the shockwave on the leading edge of the explosive burst of steam high into the air, and the ship, the beasts of the city, and even the Horde disappeared, replaced by nothing more than a massive, expanding cloud of steam engulfing the bay beneath them. Had it been an incredibly reckless plan that could have seen them horribly burnt at best, and killed in a most painful way at worst?

Yes.

Had it worked, though?

Yes.

The girls didn’t rise straight up. The blast had imparted a great deal of energy to their horizontal motion as well as their vertical motion. That proved important when they fell back down into water much, much further out in the bay. Had they fallen from much greater a height, they still would have died upon smacking into the water. As it happened, though? The two tired, worn-down girls had a long swim back to the shore. Not so long they couldn’t make it, but long enough, by any reckoning. The mission, though? It was over.

----

“Mark Twain said go to heaven for the climate, and hell for the company. Sorry Samuel, but I believe you were speaking out of your buttocks in that regard.” Dawn said, as she again passed Pitohui the breathing mask.

Pitohui fiddled with the mask, trying to find a way to get it on that made it the least difficult to talk before giving up on the idea altogether and resigning to wear it as intended, choosing to increase the volume of her voice to compensate for the mask’s muffling of it. It had certainly been a long, grueling battle, considering the sheer variety of foes involved, but that had only made it more thrilling.

“Wew! Haven’t had a night out like that in ages. It’s almost too bad they weren’t more intelligent. They might’ve put up a better fight. Would’ve been more fun getting to hear them scream, too, if it meant something.”

It’s rather difficult to laugh with the mask on, but one gets the distinct impression she would have been cackling right about now, given the litheness in her movements and the shine in her eyes, the way she’s practically moving about with a skip in her step as her body comes down from the rush of adrenaline.

“Well, Kanade? Tell me the truth, you think you’re down for making this a regular girl’s night out? We hit the mall one week, do a little monster-hunting the next?”

Kanade looks over at Pitohui with a raised eyebrow. She was exhausted, she’d nearly broken her Symphogear in the process, and right now she was too tired to do anything but sleep. To be honest, she didn’t want to even think about monster-hunting - that had been absurdly dangerous, something that they had only made it through with a whole boatload of luck. The idea of doing it again so easily made her wonder how Pitohui even handled it. 

But… she had to admit, fighting alongside Pitohui had its own charm and energy to it. Something about the gunslinger just kept her coming back to see more of this wild, unrestrained power. So she decides to call Pitohui’s bluff for now. “Sure. You want to pick the next set?” 

“Hell yes! Now you’re getting it!” She could tell that Kanade was trying to call her bluff, but she wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of that. It was hard to tell how much of the excitement on her face was genuine and how much was part of the act she had constantly been putting on for Kanade. It’s not like she wasn’t hurting, either, she was just better at hiding it and - all hopped up on adrenaline - outright ignoring how worn down she was. “I say we get another one in next week! I’d get right back out here tomorrow, but we don’t want to burn through all the fodder yet. Wouldn’t be enough fun left down the road.”

The glance she shoots Kanade, the grin barely visible in the curl of her lips, it all makes it clear - she intends to keep this up until Kanade blinks first. “Hey, yo, Dawn! What else do you have rattling around that head of yours? Know any other monster-infested worlds you could beam us down to this time next week?”

“After that insane choice of a final plan? It would be irresponsible of me to make such an offer.” Dawn said. “In practice yes, in execution it would be a bad idea. Not every two woman army scenario plays out as smoothly as this one. There’s a reason I picked you and let Kanade come along. And it also says a lot that this can be classified as SMOOTHLY. Speaking of you, Kanade, I have another mask. High oxygen in small doses helps refresh. I also have painkillers. Non-opiate based.

“I wish I’d had your services about three weeks ago. There was this exceptionally unpleasant 
business with rats…”

Kanade looks at Pitohui. She sighs deeply. “Hwaaaah… alright, alright. MAYBE we’ll do this again, but on a special occasion.” She shakes her head and leans back, taking the mask and painkillers from Dawn. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

“You’ll be holding the shovel to bury all the bodies I leave in my wake, that’s what you’re going to do,” she responded with a wink, not at all concerned by how dark her joke was as she reached for a handful of painkillers herself. She didn’t actually take any of them, though. Not now. She only stuffed them inside a pouch on her suit, one that had been emptied of ammo in the fight. She had the good sense to know she’d need to take them, but she didn’t feel like she needed them yet. “But hey, I can live with that. We’ll save these for special occasions. But I hope you know that means you’ll have to find a different way to keep me entertained next time I invite you over~.”

“Get a room.” Dawn said.

Tuesday, 2 June 2020

Like Lightning, Part 9: Thereby Hangs A Tale

-A Very Large Factory-

“All right. This is a simple exploratory mission. Unless you start breaking things, there will be absolutely no trouble. The main owners of this facility are...off doing their own strangeness, and their employees are...working on something else. As long as you don’t make a giant ruckus or break a bunch of things, no one will even notice you’re there. So don’t worry about leaving a door open or something like that.” Vent said.

“Still think we should have brought at least ONE weapon.” Joy said.

“Merilee, all of us ARE weapons.” Shun’ei said, finally back in the field after recovering from the Rescue Rain mission.

“Yes, well, still feel kind of naked without any.” Joy was fiddling with the lock on the door. Meitenkun flicked both Shun’ei and Neeko a sideways smirk at the choice of words before he yawned and went back to looking sleepy and desiring a nap. Neeko knew him well enough to know he wasn’t ALWAYS as dazed and confused as he looked.

“Got it.” Electrical powers had other uses besides shocking people. Like some subtle metal manipulating to line up tumblers. “Okay, we need to go through a tunnel in this…”

Joy stopped as the smell washed over here. For once, it was the right kind of overpowering. Not a bad smell, nor a pleasant one cranked up far too strong. But rather a mix of the pleasant of a score of stripes that overlapped with near perfection.

“...Buh?” Joy said.

Neeko smelled it, too. She perked up, sniffing, an eyebrow quirked.

“That smell like…” she began.

She didn’t finish her sentence, unsure what her own senses were telling her. But she dropped to all fours and crawled past Joy, through the door she’d opened. Vent stood behind them all, arms behind his back, his expression unreadable.

“...well, go on,” he said, after a pause. “Go on in.”

Dumbly, Joy went in. So did Shun’ei and Meitenkun. Vent followed behind.

It was a room of bright colors and sweet smells, all right. And much more.



A cross segment of several environments. Trees next to giant mushrooms, next to various flowers, next to urban aspects like pipes and lampposts. It didn’t take a genius to notice one of the ‘plants’, however, was offering giant lollipops as its ‘flowers’.

Which immediately drove home how the colors were too bright, or just a touch off. Not in an unpleasant way, though. In a way that showed that the area was specially crafted, in a way rarely seen across the multiverse.

“...there aren’t any witches in here who’ll stick us in ovens, is there?” Shun’ei said. Joy gave him an odd look. “Sorry, fairy tale.”

Another standout detail was Neeko. She was already up to her hips in a large, red-and-white spotted mushroom, legs kicking and tail waving. Muffled sounds of munging were coming from within. After a moment, she pulled herself out, cheeks bulging, covered head-to-waist in…

Fondant icing?

She swallowed.

“Is all sweet!” Her voice was a half-whisper of almost divine reverence. “Is all good to eat! Neeko doesn’t know where to staaaaart~” And she disappeared into the mushroom again.

“...what in the heck?” Joy said. Meitenkun just walked over to a tree and broke some bark off, taking a bite.

“Toffee.”

“...I knew this was a candy factory, but are you telling me EVERYTHING in it is candy?” Joy knelt down to look at the ‘cobblestone’ road she was walking on.

“...everything in this room, anyway...ANDDDDDD if that’s the case, I am pretty sure that’s chocolate.” Shun’ei said, pointing at the waterfall and river of brown.

“Correct.” Vent had pulled up one of the candy canes and was twirling it idly. His expression was readable now - a slight smile had graced his face. “It’s all edible. Every bit of it. But use a mug if you’re going to drink from that river. Don’t want to pass anything on to millions of people around the world.”

“What are you implying?” Joy said, but she wasn’t looking at Vent, as she ripped up the cobblestone. Some sort of sponge cake with a candy coating. Wonder it hadn’t cracked when she’d stepped on it.

Vent bit a hunk from the candy cane and crunched for a few moments.

“...I’m saying ‘go crazy’,” was his reply.

Fortunately, the ‘kid at heart’ aspects of the four weren’t so high that they totally trashed the room.

Joy did chop down a tree though. The bark, inner ‘wood’, leaves, branches, and ‘flowers’ were all different kinds of candy. Shun’ei took advantage of his giant hands to pool them under the waterfall and sample the liquid, before using the ‘cold’ to freeze the remaining mix so it didn’t get mixed in with the main river. Meitekun just put himself under another tree and began bonking the base of it with his foot, grabbing candy pieces as they rained down.

Within twenty minutes, Neeko had eaten so much candy she looked like she never wanted to think about the concept of sugar ever again. Joy, meanwhile, had stuffed all of her spare packs and bags with everything in the room, to the point where she looked a bit like Marge Simpson when she’d been turned into a pack mule. Shun’ei was considering whether to try eating a giant gummi bear, fearing he’d get sick of it too fast and waste candy.

Meitenkun was napping in a boat. Where that boat had come from, who could say. From a tunnel, most likely.

“Shun, can you give me a hand here?” Neeko had gotten doozy, and Joy had assessed, with how weighed down she was with candy, carrying her as well would be hard. So the mystical fighter ended up using his hands as a glorified bed, Neeko curling up in them like a cat. Good thing he could control the temperatures of the magical constructs.

“Too bad we couldn’t bring the children.” Shun’ei said.

“You mean my younger siblings? Mother would never forgive me if I gave them access to THIS much sugar.” Vent said, having joined Meitenkun in the boat.

“I take it the door is not in this lovely room?”

“Sadly...sadly? No. We’ll have to check through more of the factory. It’s still quite a place, but not quite as special as, well, this. Anyway, once we get through this tunnel, we should be able to assess…” Vent said, as the boat, now with everyone on board, moved down the river and vanished into the darkness of the other tunnel.

Several minutes later, it emerged elsewhere...with everyone on it looking far more frazzled. Even Joy’s hair had somehow stood up.

“Vent...I feel like...you failed to acquire...some vital information.”

“In my defense... the man never provided it.”

“Neeko feels very ill…”

----

-Another Factory, This One Abandoned and Much Less Inviting-

“I don’t know how you found my hideout, but I am telling you that it was a bad idea!”

“...There was a big sign on the roof pointing down.” Shun’ei said.



“...THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DO NOT ADEQUATELY TIP THE BROKER! HE DECIDES TO BE CUTE! AND NOT CUTE LIKE A FUZZY BUNNY! CUTE IN THE WAY THAT AGGRAVATES ME GREATLY! I WOULD BLOW HIM UP IF HE DID NOT PROVIDE SUCH A NECESSARY SERVICE!”

“Boss...that girl! She’s LIKE THE OTHER LIZARD!”

“What?”

There wasn’t much to say about the layout of the place the gang had found themselves in. It looked like almost every factory you could name - disused machinery, rusty gantries and walkways, pipes that dripped. Almost exactly the place where a criminal gang would make their lair. There were enough nooks and crannies around that you could hide some contraband, or launch a surprise attack.

It didn’t hide the Oovi-Kat in his cage, though.

He was an odd specimen, compared to Neeko. Where Neeko was lithe and thin, he had muscles, looking closer to a monitor lizard or iguana than a chameleon. Where she was a deep forest green, he was mottled brownish-green like mossy tree bark. Very visible claws scraped on the bars, and his eyes glared definitely from within like hot coals. He looked cartoonish in there, hunched up like a cat sitting in a travel box too small for it.

Neeko gasped at the sight of him. Then she rounded on the new batch of baddies Vent had asked her and her friends to punch.

“What you do to him?!” she snapped.

“...I am no longer complaining! Men, let us capture her! If we can sell both, we can blow up every single smoothie location in the state! Todd will never work again!” Well, that answered that question.

As good at Shun’ei and Meitenkun were, they still had problems with bullets in exceptionally large qualities. Hence, when the masses of mooks opened fire, they had to take cover and play defense.

Neeko? She ran right through all the bullets and jumped on Bane.

“YOU MESS WITH WRONG NEEKO!” she hollered, fins rattling and tail lashing.

“Can you please be more reasonable?!” Bane grappled with the angry Oovi-Kat. “Some people may say explosives and gunpowder are cheap, but they are very behind on market values!”

There was a flash, and suddenly there was another Bane.

“Neeko not know what that mean!” growled the transformed Neeko as she hoisted the real one into the air and slammed him down again. The floor shook, and the Oovi-Kat in the cage hunkered down and hissed.

Her ankle was seized, and then she was thrown into some boxes.

“That is an interesting trick! But I have seen it before!” Bane said, before he slammed his hand on a button, the green tubes attached to his body surging with some sort of illuminated substance as it was pumped into his body, engorging his already massive form with even more bulk and muscle. “I really must insist you stop attempting to deny me the chance to replenish my liquid assets! They have suffered much lately, I could not even afford a properly sized cage!”

Meitenkun flew in, striking a blow against the side of Bane’s head.

“...did you just hit me with a pillow?”

Again. So hard it even rocked back the giant man.

“Did you just hit me with a pillow hard enough to HURT?!” Bane’s fist smashed down into the ground as the fighter dodged. “Whatever happened to traditional fisticuffs? Instead I find myself a good night’s sleep’s reckoning!”

Neeko, seeing that the other man was distracted, ran over to the cage, dropping her disguise as she approached. The other Oovi-Kat turned to face her, although it was a struggle for him to do so.

“No worry, friend!” Neeko hollered as she reached for the bars. “Neeko will-”

KZZZZZ-ZAP.

The next moment, yet more boxes made Neeko’s acquaintance as she flew into them, scorched black and trailing smoke.

“...save you.”

“...is electric,” said the strange Oovi-Kat, after a moment’s observation.

“I got this!” Shun’ei had hopped down from a catwalk above, one blazing red hand reaching back…

Before a giant crate was smashed down on him.

“You do not have this! The only thing you likely have now is a concussion! You are fortunate! When I was your age, head injuries were much less understood! Though I suspect you will soon not have to worry much about any injury, because…”

Neeko jumped Bane again.

“YOUR HOSTILE NATURE IS MOST UNBECOMING TO EXPEDIENT BUSINESS!”

“OOVI-KATS IS NOT BUSINESS!” Neeko was trying to peel off Bane’s mask, perhaps so she could dust his eyes with some nasty magic of some kind. All kinds of angry colours were flashing over her body - lime greens, strawberry red-orange and sunflower yellow. The term “walking rave” would have been an understatement.

“If you saw what my accountant charges, you might not be so cold! Ow! When was the last time you washed your hands!? I dislike cleaning grease off my lenses!” He tried to pull Neeko off and kick her, only for her to grab on his leg and bite deep. “OWTCH! I THINK THAT BROKE THE SKIN!”

Neeko let go, rolled away, then spat. “Yeuch! Taste like sour milk and leather! Take a bath!”

“I will have you know my hygiene is-!”

The red fist that Shun’ei was going to direct into the cage was instead directed into Bane’s face, sending him flying. Unfortunately, by that time, four more mooks with guns had closed in on Neeko, aiming to cut her down in a cross fire.

Then Meitenkun kicked one. Into the cage. He yelled as he was violently electrocuted, then collapsed, smoking.

“Take two.”

Another gunman slammed into the cage. The Oovi-Kat didn’t look very happy, but at least he wasn’t the one being shocked.

“Neeko! Burn it out! THREE!” WHACK. ZAP.

Neeko nodded, then grabbed a fourth and threw him in a two-footed Monkey Flip as hard as she could manage at the cage.

“FOUR!”

It didn’t work to kill the cage. It was still sparking, Neeko seeing the power jumping between the bars. Now that she knew it was electrified, that fact was as clear as day. She hadn’t stared-cough, WATCHED Joy channel her speciality so much without picking up some details.

“...oh man, this is gonna SUUUCCCCKKKK.” Meitenkun said.

Then he ran up and grabbed the cage door. Electrical arcs exploded everywhere, but Meitenkun’s own immense inner energies held strong enough for him to rip the door off before he collapsed, twitching. His pillow lay limp next to him; you could swear he was even trying to reach for it.

Neeko winced. “Ouch. That hurt in morning.”

Then she noticed the other Oovi-Kat. He hadn’t any moves to step out of the cage - in fact, he seemed confused by what had just happened, as though he’d woken up from a dream. He was looking at her intently, almost as if he was trying to remember something.

But Neeko, lacking the patience, clapped her hands in his direction. “Come on, friend! You free! Come out of cage!”

“RARRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Bane crashed down nearby, even as he hammered his fist onto the same large button on his wrist, his muscles going from massive to impossibly, grotesquely large.

“MY HOSPITALITY MUST BE CUT OFF HERE, ALONG WITH ALL OF YOUR HEADS! I WILL BLOW UP YOUR PLANS TO-!”

The ground shook again. Cracks began to spread. Bane looked down.

His violent landing, combined with all the earlier damage, finally caused the floor to give in, half of the warehouse collapsing into a sinkhole.

“I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE SPRANG FOR THE BASEMENTTTTTTT-!” Bane vanished under tons of rubble.

The gang stared at the hole for a minute. There was an awkward silence as somebody tried to come up with something to say. Probably a snappy one-liner.

A scuffling noise made them turn. The Oovi-Kat had clambered out of the cage and was in a crouch on the floor, watching them. His tail swished back and forth as he looked back and forth between each of them with wide eyes. He looked like he was trying very hard to think of something to say, or even how to say it with his limited knowledge of English.

He seemed to find something, and cleared his throat.

“Um,” he began.

And then Neeko tackled him in a joyful hug, destroying the moment forevermore.

----

-Waterworld-

“Mother?”

“Yes Vent?” Dawn finished attaching the cables and then jumped down from the platform, then through the rusted hole in the grating. A risky move if she was human, due to the chance of injury and/or infection from the not-exactly-dull ends of the metal wires poking at the edges of said hole, but she wasn’t.

A good thing, as the whole structure was (intentionally) a ramshackle mess. The beyond bleeding edge futuretech that was the core of the structure was covered in layers of debris that looked like it had been floating on or in the sea for decades. Which it was. Dawn had simulated what was needed, but sadly, there were enough ruined atolls around to strip them bare to get the ‘legitimate’ stuff.

“This world makes no sense at all.”

“Oh really.” Dawn seized up a spear gun, ran up a stairway, and opened fire, shooting at a distant target.

“I know that tone. You want me to…” Vent managed two shots with the ‘handgun’, in reality a hacked together mess of metal, wood, sea material, and a tube that fired based on igniting a crudely refined oil instead of proper gunpowder, before it stopped working. The issues of being ‘genuine’. “Speak my reasons out loud.”

“It passes the time.”

“The masses of desperate humans trying to get in aren’t enough for that?”

“I tried to be kind. They don’t know anything except destroy and take. Reap, sow, etc etc…” Dawn was climbing up a rope, getting to another, larger, spear-based gun set in an outlet. She aimed and fired, rope spooling out before the harpoon impaled itself on a engine driven boat, the line going taunt before the boat was ripped apart via its inability to keep going and its engine demanding it did so.

“That horrible desert world, that could be made sense of. This…” Vent waved a hand around. “One. Even if every single piece of ice melted, it would cause horrible disasters and destruction, yes, but it would only raise the sea level a few hundred meters, at most. That would put a chunk of the world underwater, not cover it so thoroughly you need to dive a good mile to find city ruins.”

Dawn was winding the wire-rope back when it broke. Genuine material meant shoddy material.

“Two. Even IF this world somehow had so much ice that if it all melted it could cover the world to this degree, that would introduce so much freshwater into the seas that they’d all be diluted to the point of not being sea slash salinated water any more. But as we have discovered, this water is all very much salinated, because everything on this world has been ground down by salt rust for centuries. These people kill each other for fresh water, when it should be available in such qualities that, well, you’re stealing it.”

“This world needs less water and Duster’s world needs more. I consider it a balancing.”

“Three. Even IF somehow all the ice had salt cores that somehow made all the newly introduced water as salinated as the ocean generally is...you estimate it’s around 2500?”

“Give or take a decade or two.” Dawn tossed Vent a shotgun-esque weapon as she indicated he needed to go to another slit in the wall. Vent did so, taking aim at a trio of filthy, yelling men driving what had once been jet skis, before who knows how many years of repairs and modifications. It didn’t help them against electronic eye leading, their bodies flying off their mounts as they spun helplessly in the drifts.

“That is nowhere near long enough for such brand new monstrous species as we had to repeatedly drive off when placing this operation to evolve. This world refuses to follow all the basic laws of chemistry and biology.”

“And yet, here we are. JOY, THE MAIN BOAT IS TO THE PORT SIDE! JUST KEEP IT OCCUPIED WITH SNIPE FIRE! So what happened, Vent?”

“Well, either I’m in a vivid coma dream based on banging my head on the wall because of all your rather antagonistic actions, lately…”

“Ha ha.”

“...that’s it. I have no idea otherwise.”

“Neither do I.” Dawn slid down a ladder, heading into the depths of the structure. The downside to there just being three people defending what the masses outside, called “Smokers” based on the fact they sailed with crude fuel, assaulted what they thought was a well-supplied atoll, was that you had to run around like a maniac. Again, it was probably a good thing Dawn was a machine and didn’t run the risk of getting exhausted. “I have a theory though.”

“I am legitimately interested.”

“Since we’ve established that this isn’t impossible, we need to look into the improbable. I thought it over. My theory is a cataclysmic mix of synesthesia and H.P Lovecraft being more right than he realized. Based on the theory, which we’ve seen fair proof of, that no one creates anything, just views other worlds which are then filtered through their personalities.”

Vent turned it over, as Dawn tossed up several ‘throwing axes’ that he ran out onto a few balconies to chuck at dangers. A ‘bullet’ pinged off his shoulder, but between his body and the very crude nature of the guns of this world, it barely even staggered him.

“You think someone summoned a Lovecraftatian creature and it made the world this way?”

“Indirectly. Lovecraft was all about beings beyond all comprehension that would melt the minds of humans if they caught the briefest glimpse. I think if he was assessing it in any way correctly, well, if you tried to wake up Cthulhu, a big octopus giant man wouldn’t rise up out of the sea. It would get ‘filtered’ into our reality, wrongly. Like synesthesia writ large. Someone finally figured out how to breach the realms. It warped the whole world crossing over. Or even just partly crossing over. Hence, a world wholly covered in saline water with a whole new dangerous ecosystem in the space of less than five hundred years while humans from society as we know it keep scratching out an existence using material we recognize as modern, after who knows how many years of existing in this warped place.”

“....you think the water is cursed?”

“No. It’s unnatural enough. It’s just water. Hence we pump, desalinate, and dump. Like Lovecraft wrote. Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.”

“...these Smokers are insistent.”

“This is life and death to them. I wish I could give them life.”

“The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely.”

“Not bad from a deeply broken person who actually named his cat Ni-”

—-

-A Dojo In Japan-

There was once a quote that went something like “A name often reflects the quality of the named location. So while the Day and Night Hotel will be a fairly nice place, the Royale Magnifico-Fantastique would be a dive located above a topless bowling alleyway.”

The quote would have gone over Joy’s head, but she could definitely understand the sentiment when she’d stepped through the door and discovered just what lay within the ‘Saikyo’ Dojo. According to Shun’ei, it meant ‘Strongest’. A martial arts style claiming to be the strongest.

Joy had also never heard of the concept of a “McDojo”, but after assessing how empty the location was, she might have thought it was a step up. Thick dust covered mostly everything. The walls, the empty front desk with a disconnected phone, the few chairs which looked scavenged from a junkyard at that, the windows that gave the great view of a brick wall, everything except the combat mats seemed to be crying out from sheer lack of attention. Meitenkun had started sneezing ten seconds in and hadn’t stopped, Shun’ei hunting around for some tissues.

They hadn’t needed to go in here. They’d been dropped off to look for another door. It wasn’t there, so they’d waited for Dawn, and after getting bored, started wandering around, only to discover this dojo. Which had caught mainly Shun’ei’s attention due to the name on it.

“I’m hopin’ this place ain’t haunted, I had enough with spookys lately.” Joy said, looking around as she ran a gloved finger over a dust covered pillar.

“Place has no power.” Shun’ei said, flicking at a light switch.

“Sheesh. Amazing they haven’t torn this place down.” Joy rubbed the dust off her fingers.

“This is a lousy area for a dojo anyway. They’re best set up in places with high foot traffic, especially with young people. Master Tung purposely set his far out in the wilderness so we could train without being bothered by wannabes. Whoever set this place up is either doing tax fraud or is a moron.”

“Moron?”

The voice came from behind one of the canvas shoji, or sliding walls, that was set into the building about two thirds of the way into it. Perhaps the intention here was to allow the sensei some private time alone, or to privately converse with one of the students if they needed to. But the amount of ragged tears in it, as well as the cheap sellotape stitching it together, meant that this probably wasn’t the case anymore.

When the man in the pink gi ripped a fresh new hole in it as he dived through, that confirmed the theory. He did a complete roly-poly forward, leaped to his feet and struck a pose, teeth gleaming.

“I think you mean MASTER!” he hollered in what he probably thought was a badass voice. “Master Dan Hibiki, teacher of the Saikyo Style! Count yourself lucky to meet a living legend, ladies and gentlemen!”

Silence.

Amazed stares.

The young woman then glanced at her male companions.

Then she began howling with laughter.

The pink gi was the topple point. She could handle his entrance, his tone, his attitude, but the mess of a fighting outfit was just too much. It wasn’t even stylized well: any color would work if you had a little knowledge. In this case, it was just the cherry on top of the absurdity sundae.

Shun’ei and Meitenkun didn’t join her, though they clearly did snigger some, Shun’ei cocking his head.

“...well...I do sense ki in you, so...uh...least there’s that?” Shun’ei said.

“Gods...all we need is some sign to finally break off and land on his head...you should do a one man show, you’d be the best clown I’ve seen since...well, myself.” Joy said.

Meitenkun had already gone to sleep.

“Does your combat involve baking bread?” Joy asked. Maybe that was why they’d ended up here: this was some utterly bizarre alternate version of Tachibana.

“That’s Honoka’s specialty, Merilee.”

“Oh sorry. They’re so joined at the hip I forget. I guess he boxes. Or sleeps in boxes.”

“No, ma’am, I sleep here in the dojo. It’s the best way to get inspiration for new techniques!” Dan didn't seem in the least bit phased by what was being said about him. He simply gave a cocky laugh and straightened up, adjusting the belt of his gi as though he knew what he was doing all along.

“So, then!” He approached the trio, very clearly sizing them up. “What brings you here to the legendary Saikyo Dojo today? Looking to learn from the best? Then you came to the right place!”

“Then why is it abandoned?” Joy said.

“And what even is it? The term’s so generic it could be any sort of style. Not everyone can learn everything.” Shun’ei said.

Dan shook his head, almost as if in pity. “That’s alright, I get it. You clearly don’t get that not everyone can handle how awesome my style is. Most of my students can’t even withstand the basic techniques! One look at them and BOOM!”

He threw out his hands in imitation of an explosion. Even made a “froosh” noise with his mouth.

“Mind equals blown! That’s why I barely have any customers - they can’t handle the intensity! And as for what it is,” he went in, turning to Shun’ei, “come on! You read the sign, right? It’s the Strongest Style! The one martial art guaranteed to wow your friends, floor your enemies and make you a one-hundred-and-eleven percent more awesome guy! Or girl, no offense.”

“Some taken.” Joy smirked. “So you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread, are you?”

“Yep!” Dan threw a thumbs-up. “Took on Sagat and won! You think that Ryu poser’s so cool? I did it, and so can anyone if they take the time to learn!”

That actually made Joy’s eyes widen a tad.

“...Sagat. Gigantic man, uses powerful kicks, likes tigers a lot? That Sagat?”

“The very same! The same Sagat, what’s more, who killed my dad! So I developed this style just to take that big lug down and avenge him! And I did it!” Theatrical tears began to flow from Dan’s eyes as he raised a fist to the sky. “You hear that, dad? I did it! I evened the score!

“...whoa, sorry.” He wiped his eyes. “Musta got some dirt in my eye there.”

“Wouldn’t blame you. Place needs a cleaning.” Joy spun her hat off. “THIS, I have to see.”

“He might have something behind all that, Merilee.” Shun’ei said, as Joy shucked her coat off, undid her weapon belt, dropped her shotgun on the ground, folded up her spurs into her boot counters, and undid her vest. “I fought Sagat too. And lost. So I won’t be holding back, Mister Hibiki. So be warned. If you’re a balloon, you’re gonna go pop.”

Dan grinned. “Oh, a challenge is it?” He immediately dropped into a stance, one arm raised and another level with his stomach. It looked, probably to the surprise of Shun’ei and Meitenkun, remarkably similar to a stance they’d seen any of the Kyokugen practitioners use.

“Well, if you aren’t careful,” he continued in the same braggadocious tone, “you’re the ones who are gonna go pop! ‘Cause Dan Hibiki ain’t a balloon, he’s a hurricane! Which one of ya wants to go first?”

“I got this.” Joy said.

Now, dear reader, I must pull you aside for some personal beliefs.

One belief I have is that Dan Hibiki did indeed beat Sagat in a fight. And not because Sagat purposely threw the fight out of pity. While he may have deeply come to regret his murder, Sagat, the King of Muay Thai, would never purposely lose. I do think, however, it mentally wore on him. It undercut him subconsciously. And Dan, for all his arrogance and absurdity, did have righteous rage on his side that day. It was a perfect storm of factors, one that would likely never be replicated again. Had Sagat fought all out, Dan would have lost, no matter how much rage he had. Sadly, it would not have been a case of Drunken Master, where Jackie Chan’s character was able to basically ‘flail’ and ‘expert fears amateur-fu’ a legitimately dangerous martial artist into defeat.

The first film. Not The Legend of Drunken Master. That was technically the sequel.

Secondly, by a lot of definitions, Dan Hibiki is not weak. In our world, he’d be superhuman. He can endure fatal impacts with bruises and shoot fire out of his hands. He is only weak by the standards of the World Warrior tournament, which means he’s stronger than 99.9 percent of the world’s population. Those that can split islands and endure giant air bases falling on them are the exception to the exception to the exception of the rule: they’re just all gathered in one place for those games.

That being said…

Dan had an arrogance problem. Not just in words and actions. It infused his combat style. It made his movements exaggerated. Joy, when using purely hand to hand, had never been much of a blocker, more of an avoider.

In other words, by sheer chance, she was a ‘bad match’ for Dan, as he fired off blow after blow, and she bobbed and weaved around them, throwing snapping quick strikes in return. By credit or stupidity, Dan didn’t waver. And there WAS a factor in his attitude and life experience that had subconsciously influenced his fighting style.

When he did hit, he hit HARD. And when he leapt with a scream of “DANKUKYAKU!” and delivered two rapidly fire forward jump kicks, he actually broke Joy’s guard and sent her tumbling backwards, Shun’ei having to actually get out of the way before Joy crashed through the dust-covered front desk, smashing it to pieces. Termites, it seemed.

“HAH!” Dan crouched down and threw one arm forward in a taunting gesture. “I warned ya! You mess with the Hibiki, you get the… ah… Hibi-kicks?

“...look, I’m on the spot here,” he protested as Shun’ei threw an incredulous stare at him. “They can’t all be winners!”

Joy flipped up to her feet, doing a no arms kip up.

“Sorry about your desk. Shall we get serious now?”

Joy raised her hands, and the light bloomed, the electricity dancing between her palms.

“Afraid I don’t have any moves with my name on them, so...ZAPPY ZAP!”

Joy thrust out her hands, firing the lightning.

Dan...jumped over it. He even did another taunt as he did.

“YAHOOOOOO-!”

Joy came in after it. A leap upwards, followed by a high angled crescent kick. Cavalry Cascade-Claim Jumper. Very much like a certain military’s man’s Somersault Shell.

Dan probably would have hit the roof in joy if he got new students. Instead he just hit the roof and went up through it with a yell, as Joy landed and got back into a combat stance.

She waited. And waited.

“...I didn’t hit him THAT ha-”

Dan fell back down through the roof again, crashing down to the floor in a pile of debris and dust.

“...You know, it’s not nice to lie.” Joy said.

“Wh-whaddya mean?” Dan was trying and failing to rise, clearly too winded to manage it. “I t-told you I - ow! - developed this style m-m-myself, and I meant it! Just - ack! - just because that old fart Gouken said I had vengeance in my heart or - argh! - some b-bullcrap like that-”

He slipped and faceplanted into the floor with a thump.

“OW, MY NOSE!”

“I lost to Sagat giving it my all. And you beat him? You’re either a liar or delusional. I hit Sagat with that. He just grunted and took two steps back and then grabbed me and slammed me into the ground.”

“You got some stuff, but not even close to what you say.” Shun’ei said. “Meitenkun could probably beat you in his sleep. I wouldn’t even need my special gifts. I hate to be mean, but it’s true.”

“I could probably beat you with one arm behind my back.”

“THEN DO THAT!”

“Okay.” Joy said, doing so.

“GADOKEN!”

A one handed fireball.

Which, by the time it reached Joy, fizzled out. Though to be fair to Dan, part of that was his lack of focus due to the commentary rather than the move.

“Annnddddd that felt like a fly landed on me.” Joy said. “What else you got, Master Hibiki?”

For a response, Dan dashed in and swung a fist up in a very shoddy-looking leaping uppercut, accompanied by a yell of “KORYUKEN!” Joy simply dashed back and out of the way, and then kicked Dan in the ribs as he came down. He went flying backwards and hit the wall, splintering it, before dropping to his knees.

“N-no fair!” he coughed out. “That one’s meant to be unblockable! Gouken lied to me again, I know it…!”

“She didn’t block it.” Shun’ei said.

“Who the heck is Gouken? If you paid him, I think you got ripped off.” Joy said.

“I HAVE YET BEGUN TO FIGHT!!!”

Three minutes later.

“You ain’t bad, buddy. But you ain’t good either.” Joy said, putting her hat back on before she dropped a card at Dan’s crumpled form. “Call this number to get money for the stuff I broke. And maybe to start over.

“I like your airbourne double kick, though. So hey, you impressed on me a bit. Sorry my fist impressed a lot more on you.”

Dan, lying on the floor, didn’t say anything.

---
-A City Somewhere On A Strange Little World-

“HOW IN THE BLAZING HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?!” howled Vent.

Sifter-based moving was about as safe as flying. And not all the accidents were the same.

There would be a lot of puzzling over what had happened, when Joy and Neeko had arrived...and Joy was no longer human.



“Arcanineeeee!”

And “Joy” bounded off, heading for a nearby rocky plain.

“Mirree!” Neeko was immediately trying to catch up, sprinting on all fours. Her eyes were wide with shock and amazement. Did Joy also have the same gift she had and not tell her? There were a lot of questions in her mind and they’d only just arrived here!

Vent, for his part, was grinding his teeth in fury as he frantically typed on a keyboard.

“Neeko, try to keep up with her! I’m working on something to try and reverse… whatever the hell this is! If mother hears of this, I won’t ever hear the end of it!”

It became apparent very fast that Joy was now...very fast.

Yes, she could run at high speed as a human, but now in the form of the strangely cat-esque dog, she was outpacing Neeko easily. Only because she kept stopping and running around until Neeko got close, then bounding off again, let Neeko stay close.

“Nine! Nine!”

Neeko was frowning, straining, trying to juggle keeping pace with the transformed Joy and with trying to read her sho’ma. Doing the latter would have made it easier to understand the Pokéspeak her friend was now using, but with Joy bounding away every time she got close, that was nearly impossible.

“Slow down, Mirree!” she cried, already beginning to pant. “Neeko not understand you! Hold still!”

Joy stopped.

She sat down.

Then when Neeko got close, she got a blast of fire to the face.

It was weird. You’d think that would be a terrible thing to do. But to Neeko, it was more like she’d been spritzed with warm water.

“Nine! Nine! Nine!” The Pokemon formerly known as Joy was doggy laughing.

Neeko spluttered, brushing soot off her face. She had no idea what to say or do. Was this really Joy transformed? Had the accident caused her to change personality as well? Confusion and shock reigned in her head for a moment.

Then Joy licked her.

Yes, it seemed like her personality had undergone something of a shift.

“Ackpffft!” Neeko giggled and wiped her face. “Stop it, Mirree! You silly!” But now that Joy was closer, she finally had the chance to get a read on her sho’ma. Perhaps there’d be some clue as to how to change her back in there? She hoped this wouldn't end up like it had on Klendathu…

She reached out. With one hand, trying to pet Joy. And with her sho’ma, trying to mingle it with the Arcanine in front of her.

...yes, this was Joy. Though she was kind of subsumed by whatever weird energy had done this. She seemed more confused than anything…

Then the Arcanine turned and bounded off again.

“MIRREE!”

This time, Neeko didn’t let her get away, leaping onto the Pokemon’s back.

She was promptly taken for a ride, the Pokemon running and bouncing all over the plains before running back into the city. The rough translation of the Pokespeak? “Play! Play! Play!”

All the poor Oovi-Kat could really do was hold on for dear life, g-force whipping at her face. She tried to say something, but the wind snatched her words from her mouth, and she couldn’t think of anything to say that wasn’t yelps and squeals. If this was this animal’s idea of play, then goodness knows what its idea of force was!

Then Vent’s voice buzzed into her ear.

“Neeko, I- Goodness! Everything alright?”

“Y-y-eeeeee-s-s!” Neeko managed to holler out. “Mir-r-r-eeeeee is s-s-s-till in do-o-o-ogggg-y-y-y!”

“Good. Hold tight, I think I might have found a way to change her back. Try and keep her occupied until I can give further instructions. And for goodness sake, try not to die! We’re dealing with a life form that runs at speeds that would embarrass the fastest production cars!”

Neeko wished he hadn't said that. Because as he clicked off, she was getting all kinds of awful mental images about how this would end. Most of them involved the word ‘splat’.

Ironically, it did end in ‘splat’. But not the kind she’d have expected.

Because the run ended with Joy-as-Arcanine finding Vent again and leaping through the air.

“ARCANINNNEEEEE-!”

Right down on top of Vent.

It wasn’t an attack. And it could have been a lot worse, considering it was several hundred enthusiastic pounds of dog-creature plopping down on Vent. Instead, all it did was knock Vent onto his back, being held down by two large paws.

One of which began bopping his face. Bop. Bop. Bop.

“ACKPFFFFT!” Vent flailed, trying to shake the over-enthusiastic Pokémon off. But with her greater weight, that was a tricky proposition. “Joy, please! I’m trying to help you here!”

Despite everything, Neeko had to restrain a giggle at the sight. “You use thing to help Joy now, yes?”

“I would if I hadn’t dropped it just now! Ow, that was my nose!”

BOP.

With a surge of bright light, Joy was now sitting on Vent, Neeko wrapped around her back. Fortunately, whatever strange process had changed her had kept her clothes on her body.

“...That was...very...VERY weird.” Joy said, lifting her hand that was in mid-new bop. “Like something needed my mind for a few minutes for...some reason.”

Neeko hugged Joy from behind. “Neeko glad it give you back. Not know how to look after doggy.”

“All very fascinating,” groaned a dazed Vent, “but will you please get off before my ribs give out?”

---

-An Abandoned Mill In Maine-


“Hmmm. Would you look at that?” Dawn crouched down, holding up a rusty lock that was attached to the top of a trap door. “This is new. New-ish. Thirty years old compared to the hundred plus of this place.”

This place had once been a textile mill. Vent was pretty sure it had been a run down barely functioning business/structure when it was in operation. It no longer was, the town it was in also long abandoned. A festering pit of rotting, abandoned cloth and furniture, Dawn had come here looking for a door.

Vent had gotten a very bad feeling as soon as they’d entered the place. It had a very bad vibe. And lots of distant scratching noises.

“Kind of pointless. This wood’s so damaged you could just pull the door off the frame. Wouldn’t even need our strength...like so.” Dawn yanked the trap door up. “...huh. Now would you look at this?”

Another lock, on the other side of the door. Older, broken long ago. And faint scratches in the wood.

“...someone once locked this from the other side. This is the basement level, so...what’s down there and who put the lock on because of it?”

Vent surveyed the lock himself. “I couldn’t guess on either one of those. But why it was put on is pretty obvious.”

“Well, the door possibility is down there, so I guess we’ll soon find out.”

“Mother, I must disagree with just GOING DOWN THERE like it was a fruit cellar.”

“Oh come on Vent. There’s decades of abandonment here. Maybe there was something here once, but surely by now it’s either moved on or died out.”

ONE HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE OF A RAT MUTANT UNDERWORLD LATER.

“In my defense...would YOU think mill runoff could do that?” Dawn said, as she broke off one of her badly chewed fingers, looked at it, and then put it away for disposal later.

“Considering,” Vent muttered, clutching the heavily-gnawed Zero-One Driver, “that I come from a world where space gas turns people into monsters, I’m honestly more shocked that it couldn’t.

“I’d best call Labrys back, so she doesn’t think we’re about to drop a mass of mutant, hostile rats into the bar. The roaches Mother dropped in once was enough. I am very glad people have mostly forgotten that incident.”

---

-A Mountain in Japan-

“Well, then.”


Gouken dropped his fighting stance and took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Then he raised one hand to his beared chin and contemplated.

“All in all,” he mused, “not a bad showing. But there is definitely some room for improvement.”

Neeko found herself poking Joy as she lay on the ground. Normally, she would have been more upset, but there were extenuating factors.

One, she’d recently found more of her people.

Two, this was more or less on Joy’s part. She’d come back talking about some yahoo whose mouth was fifty times bigger than his skills, and wondered if he’d been manipulated by some guy called Gouken. Tracking him down had revealed no, she had completely and utterly misjudged the man. But, faced with a chance to fight an actual martial arts master, she hadn’t been able to resist.

They say certain things were like night and day. So had it been here. Gouken was old, clearly slowly down some, bearing the wounds of life and other struggles. He’d still taken Joy apart like a can of peas.

“...did anyone...get the number...for that...horse cart…” Joy mumbled.

“Uh, Master?” Shun’ei said. “She’s quite strong, but she normally fights with weapons so I don’t think she was really at her absolute best…”

“Oh?” Gouken quirked an eyebrow.

ONE FIGHT LATER.

“...you and master...Tung...would get along...well…” Shun’ei said, flat on his back, Joy now sitting up nearby, sipping from a soda can. “Hey Meitenkun...you wanna…”

“Not really....”

“No shame in trying, young one. Come, let us see what you can do!”

ONE MORE FIGHT LATER.

“I think...I am owed a nap.” Meitenkun said. Once the fight had started, he’d taken it wholly seriously. It hadn’t helped. Plus Gouken seemed to know exactly what to do to pierce through his ridiculously high inner energies.

“So what have we learned, young ones?” Gouken said.

“Not a single one of us here can defeat you.” Joy said.

“You gain wisdom, young one.”

“....So we’ll have to GANG UP ON YOU! GET HIM GUYS!”

BOOT TO THE HEAD.

“Can someone...help me...find my teeth...my eyes are kind of...swollen…” Joy said, in a pile with the two boys. She exaggerated: she hadn’t been beaten THAT bad. She was trying to salve her pride with snark.

Neeko stared at the heap of bodies.

“...Neeko not sure you fast learner,” she commented.

“Speak...for yourself.” Joy managed to get up for about three seconds before she fell down again. She wasn’t so much in pain as she felt...disabled. “...this is gonna...wear off, right?”

“Oh, it will.” Gouken, who was now sitting calmly in a meditating position, had his back to the others. So they didn’t see the quiet smirk of amusement. “In about an hour. Plenty of time to reflect on your mistakes, I would say. Unless your friend knows a technique to reverse it?”

Neeko shrugged. “Yes. But what good that do? Mirree just get butt whooped again.”

“Indeed. One doesn’t learn by bashing one’s head against a tree over and over. All that earns you is looking like a fool. And a concussion.”

“Neeko pleassseeeee…”

“No.”

“I’ll be your frieeennndddd…”

“You already that.”

“CHEEESEEEBREEEAADDSSSS…”

Three seconds later.

“No no no, don’t ACTUALLY do it. Joking, Neeko. Ack, your hands are cold!”

“You promise cheesebreads, stop complaining.”

For lack of anything better to do, Neeko approached Gouken as he sat there. He didn’t turn around, but Neeko knew that he’d understood what had just happened. She could feel his sho’ma - old yet unwavering, like a cliffside standing up to the pounding of waves. She crouched next to him, staring at him keenly. But he never offered to turn around or look at her.

There was silence for a few moments.

“Your talents intrigue me,” came Gouken’s voice, soft and quiet. “And your aura is… very similar to my own. Or even one of my own students.”

Neeko shrugged. “Perhaps. Neeko thinks that fireballs and things… is just extension of sho’ma. Of old spirit magics from days of vastayashai’rei, when we tend Green Father’s sapling. Everyone has different name for same thing. But Oovi-Kat, we know. We see it first.”

“And you say you never undertook any training? That what us warriors take years to perfect, your kind learns on instinct?”

“Learn as hatchling, from mother. But martial arts seem selfish to Neeko. Is all about looking inwards to find true self. Always looking in, never out. Never to where the real life is. Because true self is not inside, is outside and all around, in every rock and plant and animal. Oovi-Kats need to share sho’ma with others, to make bigger picture. If we keep it in, we lose connection with others. Become lost and alone. Wanderers.

“Also,” and here Neeko pulled a face, “fighting moves look silly. Even tiger cub can dodge Shoryuken.”

A chuckle. “That would most likely be more unfair on the tiger cub. Then again, I know a man who wrestles bears to improve his strength.”

“See, that make sense to Neeko. Bears love wrestling! Not silly fake wrestling with costumes, though. You not fit mask on bear so easily. It bite your hand off.”

“In any case, we are digressing.” Gouken gave a small smile. “You are a remarkable being, Neeko. And much wiser than you look. So I will speak to you plainly. Whatever the difference in our philosophies, it gratifies me to see someone use their talents for good. Too often, I’ve seen potential squandered by short-sighted egotism, cruel ambition or… worse. I could tell you stories, but I suspect that, with your unique abilities, you have already deduced what those are about.”

Neeko had. In the faint haze of the old man’s memories, there was something dark. Something dangerous, crimson like blood and with demon fangs. She shuddered.

“Yes. Neeko knows. Gi’dorra here in this world. Dark sho’ma born of bad feeling. Lingers, becomes alive, takes over. You call it… Satsui no Hado? Oovi-Kat not have name for it. Feels close to Darkin. But no Oovi-Kat ever use it, at least not in Neeko lifetime.”

“And that is why we train the way we do. Meditate the way we do. To control our darker selves. Because with the power we play with and the techniques we wield… to give in can lead to much worse than a stain on honour. It may lead to stains on our memories, or our hands. Looking in does not mean we do not look out. We look inside to find our flaws, then take steps outside to correct them. We have to, for the sake of those around us. And if we let what we learn from our training and meditation carry us, instead of base desires such as pride and rage… then that is how we improve as warriors and as people.”

Only then did Gouken turn to look at Neeko. A small smile was on his face.

“May your kindness carry you far, Neeko”

Neeko nodded and smiled back.

“...master…” Joy had tried to flop into a position where she wasn’t staring in some random direction. “I knew I had a ways to go, but lying here...I thought I’d done a little better than this. What am I doing wrong?”

It took a while for Gouken to respond.

“You are young, Merilee Marsello. With youth comes a certain… well, to say arrogance would be trite. But the young already feel confident that they know better. And when they lose, they don’t learn the message the loss gives them. They try to make excuses, because changing means admitting that they don’t know better, and that hurts their pride. And your fighting style is entirely based on the need to survive. Nothing wrong with that, but that can only carry you so far. Because you can fight for so many other reasons than survival.”

Gouken got up from his seated position and turned to face Joy. He looked a lot more imposing all of a sudden, more ancient and wizened like a tree that has refused to bend to the storm so many times it doesn’t even bother now. Although the effect was probably more to do with Joy being prone.

“And more than anything, martial arts is about finding your own reason. Wherever it be for the thrill of it, or for personal growth, or to protect those you care about. But that sort of thing only comes with time and experience. And you’ve much of both ahead of you yet, Merilee. You just need to take that time and experience, as much of it as it takes, and let it inform you. No matter how much it may sting or challenge what you think you know about yourself.”

He folded his arms.

“That,” he finished, with an air of finality, “is how wisdom is gained.”

“...and me?” asked Shun’ei.

To their surprise, Gouken laughed.

“Oh, that is easy. You failed because you paid less attention to the fight than on getting Merilee to notice you!”

“Wait, WHAT?”

Neeko burst into a fit of the giggles.

-

-A Winter Wonderland-

There weren’t a lot of peaceful spots on a world.

Even when you could access many worlds, the number didn’t increase all THAT much. But if you keep searching the haystack, eventually you’ll turn up the needle.

“Come on, Mirree!”



Neeko’s transformation ability, it seemed, didn’t just limit her to copying other people’s looks. It also allowed her to adapt to whatever environment she ended up in. Which meant that here, in the midst of all the snow and ice, she’d gradually changed from her tropical hues to something from a Christmas fairy-tale. The bright greens and purples had given way to pale blues and violets, her hair had turned the colour of ice and her fins were shining icicles instead of flower petals. Where the furs came from to replace her usual rags, however, was more of a mystery.

It wasn’t a mystery why she was skating so confidently, however. She’d adapted to it just as well as she adapted to everything else. Clearly, the setting didn’t matter to how well she took to things. It only fired her curiosity more, which was how she’d ended up here to begin with.

“Is easy!” she was saying as she balanced on one foot. “Neeko show you how! Come on!”

“WARGH!”

Joy’s butt impacted on the ice with a dull thump.

“Ow.” That was the sixth time she’d fallen down in the last five minutes. She hadn’t needed to switch clothes, instead activating a few traits on the magical items for warmth, but she had had to put on skates. It seemed like a poor decision in a vacuum.

“The balance on this stuff is all weird...it’s like I’m tryna run while standing still...I mean, I’ve run on ice before, but with like, rough boots, not blades-ack!” Joy fell on a knee. Fortunately, she had armor, so it was just a bump. “What gives? This is sorta like that skiing and I wasn’t too bad at THAT…”

“Is not like skiing, silly!” Neeko slid up to Joy and helped her up. “Skiing is letting slope do work! Skating needs balance and effort! Like riding bike!”

“I ride a horse. Ain’t helpin much…” Joy moved forward a bit, arms held out...and promptly fell on her butt again. “Ow. It’s like any time I twitch, my feet go flyin’. Maybe I need a tail.”

“Tail does help, yes,” admitted the Oovi-Kat as she helped Joy up again. She looked her friend over and dusted her down as she thought. A couple of small, white, fluffy creatures - poros, Neeko had called them - were gathered on the edge of the frozen lake, watching curiously.

“Neeko knows is tricky,” she continued. “But Neeko go through same thing. So Neeko tell you big secret. You nervous, because ice slippy. So you make small movements. But small movements only make you wobble. You not want to steer or move, because what if you fall? But then you fall anyway. So that make you want to try less.

“Big secret is to not worry. Big secret is to not make silly small movements that throw you off feet, or make you hit tree. You just make big movements! Swoosh-swoosh, you go, and you lean to turn, and you just do it! Because if you worry so much, then the things you’re afraid will go wrong, do go wrong. Be patient and take time. Don’t let worry make you slip, okay?”

The poros didn’t understand any of that speech. They rolled over, or scratched themselves, or lay down, panting like spherical puppies with horns.

“Fearless, huh? I can do that.”

SEVERAL FALLS LATER.

“...I think I might be on to something weird.” Joy said, her coat over her head. “Did I ever mention the last thing I did with Rudolf before...well, the bad thing? He took me to a waterin’ hole. Nice and peaceful. Kinda like this. Got my guard down and then…now let me finish…” Joy said at Neeko’s look of horror. “I kinda feel the same way because there’s no mission here. Nothing else. Just you and me and the lake. In the back of my head, I feel like...when is the other shoe coming down?

“And I go, Merry, that is stupid beyond belief. There is no other shoe. But...we’re getting somewhere. We found three of your people. Dawn finds that thing, we might find a lot more. Even if not, there’s the fact that when we killed Ghidorah, we did get them to return, at least a few. I wonder...maybe eventually, you’ll have to leave and go back to your tribe. For them. And I never was...very good with distance. It tends to make things...drift apart, with me.

“...or I just banged m’head too hard and am babbling nonsense. But...I dunno. Once I started getting the finger down on this pulse...I felt like if I tried to ignore it, the more real it might become.”

It took a moment for Neeko to understand. And also, she was distracted by a poro that was chasing her tail.

“...you think Neeko leave? When find enough Oovi-Kat?”

“Not because you’ll WANT to. That it’ll just...happen. And it’s so nice and peaceful here, just us trying to skate...best time to talk about that, huh? I tell my head, be quiet. And my chest keeps goin’ ‘But what if’...I don’t know. I was trying to think, why would I be afraid…”

She tried to get up, only to slip again.

“So afraid I can’t even stand up?”

There was a long silence.

“...oh, Mirree.”

Neeko leaned over, and even in her wintry form she could give a hug as warm as any.

“Is Neeko’s bad. How Neeko not notice? You must be thinking long time about this.”

“I have discover’d I am bad at thinking. All it does is make my head hurt. Wait no, that was the ice.”

“Neeko should have talked earlier. Should have thought about you more. Feel bad. But…”

Neeko pulled away.

“Neeko not leave. Oovi-Kat coming back, is good thing. Great Never not take us all. But why go back to old tribe? Neeko is full-grown now. Not hatchling who need protection. Can make own choices. And Neeko choose to stay with new tribe. With Mirree and Shunny and Kobber friends! Such a big tribe! Why throw away new thing just because old thing come back? Is silly thing to do!”

Her golden eyes sparkled like the snow.

“I won’t throw you away, Mirree.”

“Never thought you would. But sometimes, you think you’ve got something, and then you check your pocket, and it’s gone, y’know?” Joy got up. “Now I’m SURE I can figure this out-”

ONE OUT OF CONTROL LUNGE INTO A TREE AFTER WHICH SNOW FALLS ON YOU LATER.

“Or maybe I’ll just go find DeMonde and get a tail.” Joy said, before a little more snow fell on her head.

————

The language of the Oovi-Kat was not in words. It was much closer to the language of animals, where sounds and facial expressions were of lesser priority to other, much more subtle cues. Cues that the average person would only have a loose grasp of at the best of times. A flick of a tail, a twitch of an ear or nose, a shift in body posture means a thousand words to the creatures of the wild, to whom the human language is no more than annoying noise.

The three Oovi-Kat rescuees - Keela; her son, Jarro; and Bane’s former captive, Muuti - did not know English very well. Muuti knew it better due to exposure to the thugs who had captured him. But the other two had tried to mimic the sounds made by Neeko and gave up in frustration. They had no patience for such a limited way of speaking, without the layers of emotion and sensation their sho’ma could give them. So Neeko, for the sake of making them comfortable, was now speaking to them in this way.

To an outsider, it looked odd. Each one glancing back and forth between them, occasionally shifting in place or flicking their tails. Patterns would flash over their bodies, and the occasional chirp or trilling noise would come from one of them. It was all body language and facial expression with nary a word.

But the conversation going on as their sho’ma blended like the scents of tropical friits was as detailed as one in any other language.

And you were stuck there for three days? Neeko could hardly believe what she’d just heard from Keela.

The mother nodded. Yes. Three days. We had to live on bugs and rats. Not the best fare, but preferable to getting your head cut off or worse.

I liked it! chirped Jarro.

You would, interjected Keela, sardonically, with all the junk food you eat.

A grunt and a snort from Muuti. I don’t envy you. At least the masked man fed me. It wasn’t very good food - too greasy. I could feel my body wailing as I swallowed it down. But better than rats.

A pause, punctuated by Jarro scratching behind his ear with one foot.

...I never imagined, said Keela, softly, that life outside the island would be so fraught with dangers. It’s a completely alien environment to the likes of us. Without our trees and our nature, we’re almost helpless. I could never believe one of us could survive here, and yet… She looked at Neeko with mixed awe and admiration.

Neeko stifled a giggle. Please, Miss Keela! I’m not that good! I just learn from all the others around me, like all our mothers taught me! I take a bit of sho’ma from everyone I meet, just as I took them from the trees and the birds. It’s not that much different!

But it is true? rumbled Muuti in an insistent tone. You slew the Great Never, the Sun Eater, the Devil of Fire and Light? That’s a worthy Life-Song!

Yeah! cried Jarro, hopping on the spot. Neeko’s the best!

Blushing, Neeko nodded. In truth, she hadn’t told them everything of her adventures, or of the things she’d discovered in the human world. Too much of that would probably overwhelm them with both the passage of time and the overload of alien concepts. It had come in dribs and scraps, given piece by piece to let the grow accustomed to the new ideas and how long it had been since King Ghidorah’s attack.

Pizza rolls had already blown their minds once. One could only wonder what pizza balls would do.

She turned back to Muuti. His skin had gone from the muted tones of tree bark to a brighter hue, closer to an olive colour. He also looked a lot healthier, with more muscle definition and a more alert posture as well. In fact, all the newcomers looked a lot better - especially Keela and Jarro, after the thorough wash and feed they’d had. His eyes were fixed very intently on her, and his sho’ma, a thick and tangy orange, mingled with her own vibrant patchwork. Jarro’s bright yellow-green and Keela’s rosy pink hovered on the edges like schools of fish.

Do you remember anything, Neeko asked him, of what happened? I mean, how you got to where you were?

Muuti sucked in breath and looked pensive. I remember… darkness. I was alive, and yet… there was nothing. No sound, no light, no touch. Like I was buried under mud or trapped in an ocean of shadows. I don’t know how long I was there. The only other thing was this… horrible burning in my mind, that kept growing and growing. And a chattering, like the whispers of a thousand bat’s wings but with words.

It was awful. Keela shuddered, and Jarro clutched to her, shivering. I felt like I was being taken over. Like the fire and the voices and the madness were eating me from the inside. I felt that sooner or later it would swallow me up and I would be gone.

Neeko recalled the same awful burning in her mind. The voices of Ghidorah. She shuddered.

But what about after? she pressed, shifting to present her tail, where soft blues tricked down her scales like water.

Muuti scratched his head. Well… It’s hard to explain. But suddenly there was a jolt, and I felt like I was… flying? No, that’s not right. Being pulled along, perhaps. Like when you grab a vine with a fruit on the end and drag it along behind you. It was pulling me along-

Keela made a chirrup and perked up. Yes, I remember that, too! Like you were tied to something flying along and all you can hear is the wind in your ears! And there was a great rowing or rushing noise, like a waterfall but much, much bigger.

It felt like I was being… pulled somewhere? Muuti frowned. I was being drawn somewhere, in a certain direction. But I could see nothing but blackness, so I have no idea what direction it was.

Neeko also frowned. But how did you end up… in a city? Or the haunted woods?

Keela shook her head. I don’t really know. All I know was that suddenly, it felt like I was falling. And then when I opened my eyes, I was in that awful forest. And Jarro was with me, too. Muuti nodded in agreement.

It kinda felt like I’d been dropped. Jarro rolled onto his back, showing a pale underbelly. Like, whatever it was, it didn’t mean to put me or mama in that forest. It kinda let go by accident. Or maybe it just left us there for a moment and was gonna come back. Does that sound weird, mama?

No, Jarro, you’re right. It did feel that way. Like I was only meant to be there for a short while. Only it didn’t work out that way, thanks to that awful demon.

What I don’t understand, snorted Muuti, is why it felt the need to put us down to begin with. If it was such a great force, could it not have gone on until it got to where it wanted to be?

The quartet sat in silence, musing. Only Neeko’s mind was racing. A force that just dropped others off in random places, only to come back for them later… why did that sound so familiar? Where had she-?

“Odd fellow, though. Didn’t speak English very well - seemed to be some sort of reptile-man. Kind of like you, actually.”

“Neeko ask hospital for info. But they say he never come in.”

“Two broken legs ain’t something you just throw out there. Unless something ‘bout this place made him want to leave.”

“This carnival… it goes between worlds. Turns up in different lands and places. A lot of the staff here get picked up from any one of them, because they can’t cope.”

“Considering it faked an injury beforehand...maybe it sensed it was getting yanked somewhere else, and didn’t want Neeko to come along?”

...the carnival. The same thing had happened to the Oovi-Kat at the carnival. Maybe he’d been dropped there, then had sensed he was going to be picked up again? He had started the fire, that much was fact. Was he trying to keep Neeko from being picked up as well? Dawn had floated the idea before, but Neeko had never given much thought.

She swallows the thought down. She’d have to relay this to the others later.

Don’t worry about it, she said, trying to seem comforting. I’ll find out what’s causing this. Merilee’s going to help you-

A trio of hisses startled her onto all fours. All three Oovi-Kats had taken hunched postures, fins rattling and tails arched. Muuti had bared his teeth, and even Jarro’s skin was flashing an angry crimson flame pattern. But they weren’t aggressive gestures - to Neeko’s shock, they seemed to be the opposite. Defensive. Almost… frightened?

Her! he growled. To the Void with her! We’ll have nothing to do with that woman!

But… why? Neeko whimpered, puppy-like. She helped me, and I’m sure-

We can smell it on her! Keela’s eyes were narrowed. We can feel it in her sho’ma! She’s got something to do with it! With the force that sweeps us up and pulls to who knows where! The connection is faint, but it’s there! And if she really is responsible-

Neeko hissed back. Don’t be stupid! How can she be?! She doesn’t know any more about this than I do!

So she says, growled Muuti. But no lies can come out of sho’ma. You know this as well as any other of our kind. How can we trust the words and deeds of this person, told to us second-hand, after we’ve sensed the same force in her that took our tribe away? How can we know she’s not a fake-shade with her own-?

DON’T CALL HER THAT!

Neeko hadn’t meant the snarl to come out as loud as it did. But it did come out that loud, a guttural sound that rolled down her body and through her throat. The other Oovi-Kats jumped back, eyes wide, their colours going pale white in shock. Neeko glared back, on all fours, daring any one of them to challenge her any further and-

A whimper made her look down. Jarro was cringing, curled next to Keela’s side, tears rolling down his face. The mother was clutching him close, nursing him, and her expression was now an accusatory glare at the one who’d frightened her son.

Guilt rippled through Neeko, and she reached out. I… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-

But Keela shook her head. Stop it, Neeko. You’ve said enough. We know what you feel for this woman. We can’t stop you - it’s not our position to. But don’t let your feelings for her blind you, Neeko. If you’d sensed what we have, you wouldn’t trust her any more than we do. And we can’t trust someone who, knowingly or otherwise, keeps secrets from us. It’s not the Oovi-Kat way. It’s not right.

For a moment, Neeko remembered. The things Dawn had kept from her. The sting of the bottle shattering, only to be told her mission had been pointless anyway. The fear and terror of facing Fiddlesticks, followed by the disappointment in being deceived by omission. The resolve to never again work for someone who was, essentially, the very concept that her tribe hated. A liar and deceiver. Was it right for her to judge her fellow Oovi-Kat for doing the very thing she, herself, had done?

Then she remembered other things.

What Joy had said. What Dawn had sometimes said, though she didn’t agree with it. The stories Vent had told of his world and of Faust. The advice given by Springtra-Phillip, and Celestia. And how, to each and every one of them, what they said was what they felt was right, even if it was so different from her own, and even each other's.

Joy, to her, was a woman with a hole in her soul. One that influenced so much of her. To Neeko, fixing her was right. But that right was too different from the old Oovi-Kat right, where a hidden or broken sho’ma was cause for suspicion and even shame. That had been Neeko’s right, once, but living with Joy… that had changed that. It had given her a new right.

And if the old right meant doing nothing for someone who was clearly suffering...

She steeled herself, and looked Keela, Jarro and Muuti in the eye

“What’s right for one,” she said, “is not always right for other.”

Then she turned and left the room.

---

She almost immediately ran into Dawn.

“Neeko.” Dawn said. “We found the door.

“We can access the Apeiron. Find the Lorgnette. And maybe, the rest of your people.”

Neeko looked at her intently.

“...Neeko hopes so.”