Cinia Pacifica Posts

C is just asking for the so-dubbed zombie to come after you.

So, D.

A, even if the so-called survivor is at his/her last breath, the person maybe able to leave a clue regarding the situation to our MC if he/she still has consciousness.

(This is a joint post between [color=#ff0088]Cinia[/color] [color=#0000A0]Pacifica[/color] and [color=#e3bd98]BagMan[/color].)

[color=gray]“Hm, Hoshimiya-san, if I may ask, where is the aforementioned cake shop?”[/color] Amelia asked, stopping.

[color=#ff0088]“Mn… “[/color] Ichigo pondered, placing her index finger below her chin, then explained.

Amelia said looking at the watch over her left wrist, [color=gray]”Then we’re in severe time constraint here. We have to either go for Howalons or the cake shop.”[/color]

[color=#0000A0]”Hmm, thinking about what we mainly came for, I think everyone wants to go for the howalons, I know I do!”[/color]

[color=#ff0088]”Really? Too bad, I wanted to have the strawberry parfait again.”[/color]

[color=#e3bd98]”Awwww”[/color] Said Ine slightly crestfallen [color=#e3bd98]”Oh well, Howalon is really good too”[/color] She said perking up almost instantly.

[color=#ff0088]”I’ll come back here today for strawberry parfait anyway!”[/color] Ichigo declared, her eyes seemed to be ablaze with a fire of determination. Ichigo walked off after saying so, she could feel others giving a forced smile behind her, but didn’t pay heed. She’d get what she wants, it’s how she lived her life, after all. There may be some chains keeping her bound from her greatest aims and desires, but she’d one day break them apart to set herself free. She truly believed it that such a day will come.

D for s00per cliche scene mode.

You know you want that shit where the MC looks out AND NOTHING IS ACTUALLY THAR. Then sudden, hurrdurr after awhile; there was something in the shadows after all.

(This is a Joint post starring: TheLoneGentleman and Cinia Pacifica.)

The sun rose on the battle-torn city. Clean up was still not completed as morning came, but the damage was not as bad as it could have been. A majority of the population in the “slums” were lost, but that was the only section that experienced heavy loss. Despite having guards posted there, their defenses there fell almost immediately. The bodies and ashes left were cleaned off the streets, and it would be a while before people were able to get those horrifying visions out of their head. If the queen had not declared war before, this was sure to send them into a riot.

The young queen was woken up by her personal maid who also had Leona IV’s clothes ready. Waking up she slid out of bed in her night gown, her hair was a mess. Instead of getting ready immediately she moved on to business.

“Is Arkasia still in the city?” asked Leona IV.

“Yes her, and her knights have yet to leave the city yet,” answered the maid.

“Have her held here until I have had the chance to speak with her,” ordered the queen. Two more maids were standing in the corner of the room ready to get the queen ready for the day. Her personal maid headed off to see that Arkasia was kept from setting off.

The former queen and Louise, after a night of drinking, both crashed in the same bed. It was a rather humorous thing to see as Leona III’s maid walked in seeing her mistress hugging Louise tight drooling in a rather unsightly fashion. The empty bottle on the table was evidence of last night’s entertainment.

“Ahem!” the maid cleared her throat loudly in a try to wake the former queen from her drunken slumber. This only was able to wake Louise whose regenerative powers kept her from actually getting inebriated.

”Leona… ugh, tissue please,” Louise said, looking at the sticky drool. As Leona III still gripped her body tightly; asleep, the drool rested on her right cheek, and it flowed down all the way to the bed. It was disgusting, but after seeing Leona like that, Louise couldn’t help but smile at her warmly, she wouldn’t let her friend see this, though. Thus, she quickly put her usual expression in her face, and pulled her body up. The maid leaned over and handed her a handkerchief, which she used to rub herself off of the drool from her friend.

Leona III murmured in her sleep and as she was pulled up flopped to the other side of the bed before waking up slowly, “No Isshhhtar I’m not that kinda gerl,” she said slowly cracking open her eyes. Sitting up in bed her dress hung off her shoulder as she wiped her eyes. “Morning Leia…” she said as she noticed her maid standing in front of her.

“The queen has requested your presence,” said the Maid. “Let’s get you ready shall we?”

“One moment, she hates me, and now demands I come to her beck and call? Well Louise is coming as well! Right Louise?” said Leona III flying off the handle.

”You’re strange to believe something like that. I doubt she likes either of us, yet,” Louise said, then made a playful smile, ”Are you sure you should be saying that, after saying those things you said about me last night?” teased, Louise covered her mouth in apparent shame, hiding her grin.

Louise then turned to the curious and troubled maid, ”Your mistress said †˜Ohh! Louise, please be my daughter for the night!’ before she pounced on me and hugged me,” Louise perfectly acted out the words she heard from Leona III, down to the drunken expression, in fact, ”Leona is so lonely~!”

“I-I did what?” asked Leona III, blushing deep red. She had been drunk before, but never did she hear about doing anything like that. The maid chuckled listening to Louise’s impression of the former queen. “So unsightly” teased the maid alongside Louise. The queen stood up, and fixed her clothes the best she could. “It isn’t nice to tease your superiors!” responded Leona III. Her and the made were on friendly terms so the maid had no fear of losing her job. It was a privilege that came with being her servant for many years.

Louise’s expression changed, ”Leona, I’ll stick around a while longer at your side.”

“I thank you. i’m just a lonely old woman after all.” she said laughing. Leona III was only about 45 years old, but since she was the “former queen” she often felt older.

”You probably misunderstood, so I’ll elaborate: I’m joining that military.”

“Oh, you decided already?” asked Leona III. “I didn’t expect anything for at least a few days. I’m glad you chose not to go it alone.”

”Not sure why, but I just felt that you’d need company a while longer!” Louise winked, trying to remind her of the earlier conversation. The real reason was that she simply had a bad feeling about what would go down between her friend and the current princess in power of the throne; she was simply too worried.

“Your presence is always welcome here. Especially with the way things are going now…” she said mainly to herself. “But lets see what my daughter wants. We can get other things ready for you as well.”

”Just don’t get me a position that would make me want to quit in a heart beat.”

“Ha, please have more faith in me, my friend,” she answered. “I still have my connections, you know.”

The maid helped Leona and Louise get ready to go talk to the queen, and it took just as long as it always did. Leona wouldn’t think of leaving her room unless everything was perfect. Which is why her maid always made sure to get to her early. After the tortuous time they spent getting ready the group left the room, and her maid escorted the ladies to the queen room. As they arrived Arkasia stepped out of the queen’s room with a serious look on her face.

“Oh? The queen asked to see you two as well?” asked Arkasia with a slight bow to Leona III.

“Yes, I see she wasted no time in calling in her war leaders.“ answered Leona III. “Soon she will have another to refer too.”

Arkasia looked to the woman next to her. “You must mean her?” she asked. “Sorry, but I never had the chance to learn your name. I am Knight Commander Dia Arkasia, and you?”

”I sure hope so, mother,” Louise blatantly teased Leona III, acting like a daughter, but her childish expression melt away as she faced Arkasia with a bold and confident smile, ”I apologize, the circumstances disallowed us from letting either of us introduce ourselves, hasn’t it? It is my pleasure to meet you, Commander Arkasia, I am Louise Marguerite.”

“It is nice to meet you as well, Louise Marguerite. Should we work together I looked forward to seeing you in action once again.” responded Arkasia. “I was unaware that our former queen had more children.” joked Arkasia.

“You two are unbearable.” answered Leona III walking towards the door. She was in a hurry to get this meeting over with. After that she could start on getting Louise established in the military. Her day would be busy indeed.

Arkasia extended her hand to Louise. “Until we meet again.” she said.

”Likewise,” Louise then shook her hand. Of course, she concealed the full for the same old reason. It’d be a mess if people learned what house of nobles she originated from.

Stepping into the room Leona III noticed that the couch that had been burnt was replaced. Her daughter was sitting down, and turned to her mother and Louise as they entered the room. “Oh you came as well? Please have a seat.” she said.

Sitting across from her daughter she wore a stony expression. Leona IV however wore a smile that gave the impression that yesterday never happened.

”How have you been, princess? Was the experience of the past event valuable?”

“More so than the talk that we had, but I have to say I still appreciate your input.” she answered. “Now on to what I brought you here for.”

”Go on,” Louise gestured with her hand, ready to listen. She felt that it was impressive that she didn’t lose her temper. If what Leona IV said is true, her nature could eventually turn into the root of an entirely new issue. She’d love to learn to have to ignore her and not want to interact with her, but for Leona III’s request, she decided to play along for now.

“I will be leaving with the military when the time comes. I am entrusting you, despite our differences, with making decisions here in Masario.” she said to her mother.

“What if I refuse?” asked Leona III.

“Then it would fall to my advisor.” she answered. “I thought I would give you the honor first. You can have Louise help you if you feel you aren’t up to it.”

”Sorry, but I’m not very interested in such a tiny town at the moment.”

“Oh you are leaving the city already?” said Leona IV. “Do be careful out there.”

”Oh I have nothing to fear right now. I just have a little score to settle with old Demon King Cain.”

“You and the rest of the kingdom.” said Leona IV.

”Well, I am acquainted with him, after all,” Louise boldly presented the truth, not giving a care in the world what the †˜princess’ may think of it. Leona III was surprised that her friend simply let this information go. The former queen looked at her daughter for a reaction.

“Acquainted?” answered Leona IV glaring at Louise. “What is the meaning of this? Just who are you anyways?” Leona IV looked to her mother with an accusatory glance. Leona III was at a loss for words.

”Someone from atop a higher platform. Mind you, it’s from one in which I can see Cain standing ahead of me - that would be an apt description.”

“Then I suppose I should keep more of an eye on you,” answered Leona IV staring at Louise.

As the two stared at each other Leona III tried to interrupt. “I accept the position,” she said sighing.

“Excellent,” responded Leona IV. “Saren has taken the job of watching over you. The rest of the royal guard will be with me on the field.”

“That is fine,” answered Leona III. She knew that Saren was a good man, but he would do his job. Everything that Leona III did would be reported straight to her daughter. The castle was becoming more and more of a prison to her as the days went by.

”Are you sure about that?” Louise asked, then sighed, ”I’d rather be relieved by seeing you do nothing instead.”

“Either way I’m going to have Saren breathing down my neck. I might as well have something to do,” answered Leona III. “Isn’t that right daughter?”

Leona IV smirked. “Saren is here for your protection, nothing more,” answered the queen with a smirk.

Leona III finally snapped. “You can cut all the formalities, daughter. If you don’t trust me go ahead and say it. I don’t need this political bullshit.” she said really wishing she had more of that wine.

”Calm it,” Louise placed her hand gently on Leona III’s shoulder, ”She’s still growing, how do you expect the younglings to take it if you lose it now? It’d be a bad example.”

“Ugh, If that is all you wanted from me daughter I have other things I need to do,” said Leona taking her friend’s advice, I’ll never know how you always stay level-headed even in situations like these, Louise.

“I expected this much.” responded Leona IV. “You both may leave.”

”Your act is certainly a lot improved now,” Louise closed her eyes with a smile, admitting, ”However, you couldn’t even take out your opponents before you then and there,” she looked up to Leona IV’s face, ”How very disappointing,” Louise said, she then vanished just as she stood up, as a rift awaited just above her at the end of her sentence.

Leona III took one more look at her daughter before standing up, and walking to the door. Neither looked at each other as she opened the door, and left. Leona IV smiled as the room went quiet. Thinking back on the battle her face turned serious. I will have to finish them faster next time. she thought to herself.

Congrats man.

Obviously B for fucking infirmary.

A-Also I'm totes imagining this person as a woman. For da wet chest section. D;

C.

Might as run for it. I'd pick A but that sounds like the hard way to go at it, especially due to the injury.

The incest is strong in this one.

Sword and a shield.

D as well here, it's better than staying still.

mfw so much trap on that h-mango book

Yeah, I remember your thread.

I will participate, but I might forget to actively post lol.

(This is a joint post between Cinia Pacifica and BagMan.)

"Jeez," was whispered into the air for less than a moment, as the wind ruthlessly carried away the sound of her utterance. A silhouette of a person walked - trudging past a sea of white snow. The figure was that of a young lady who possessed shiny silvery long hair. Her white aristocratic Victorian dress was wet from all the cold snow that caught themselves against the soft fabric of the dress. It's color was slightly darkened, as it dampened from the snow soaking into the dress. Her crimson red eyes gleamed through the blizzard as she ignored the continuous feeling of coldness to her skin, or the fact that her favorite attire was ruined. Instead, her face was wrecked with her constant frown mixed with her cranky expression; all of which displayed her irritation caused by the harsh cold weather.

Holding onto the briefcase, the seemingly young girl looked up - after crossing through a bunch of dead and frozen trees - to the icy castle before her. On a mountain district close to a river - the Einzbern's mansion stood gracefully atop the snowy land. Her lips stretched slightly; covering her pretty porcelain face with a cold smile. Not knowing the meaning of the word 'fear', she pushed the large door open without a spec of hesitation. The unfolded scene before her as she entered the chapel was always an astounding view to her. The beautiful stain glasses, and the light that came past it made it a more 'worthy' place when she considered every other places of the Einzbern castle.

Walking up to the center, she came to a cessation - opening the case. What lied before her was known to be an ancient blade. Despite this fact, light reflected over it’s shiny steel - it didn’t seem rusty or old, one single bit. It really made her feel that this was indeed the item she required for the special familiar - who'd possess glaringly visible differences when compared to a normal familiar - that she had to summon sooner or later. She mercilessly threw the container aside, and placed the sword over the podium. There was already a black magical circle drawn before it over the floor, it was decorated with countless tiny runes and magical symbols. Facing the circle, she'd begin the summoning ritual.

"Let silver and steel be the essence," she began reciting with her beautiful clear voice. Pulling both arms to their limits left and right - as if welcoming someone grandly - looking down at the work of art before her.

She continued, "Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."

"Let red be the color I pay tribute to," witnessing the light glow emanating from the magical circle on the floor, she smiled; pleased.

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall," she paused for a moment, watching the glow transform into an intense radiation of azure blue light. She could clearly feel her prana flowing into the epicenter of the star-shaped figure enclosed with a circle - that was littered with many runic letters - before her.

"Let the four cardinal gates close," she started to feel the gust of heavy wind brush against her face. It made her hair roughly flap around despite it being somewhat wet still. The wind felt warm rather than cold despite the state of the weather.

"Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate," the wind that originated from the magical circle seemed to get faster and heavier as she continued chanting loudly. She could only feel more excited; filled with expectations.

"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again," a shining figure seemed to be welling up from the floor itself; manifesting into this world.

"Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling!" with the bright light reaching it’s peak, the summoning ritual came to a spectacular end with a cacophonous noise - she claimed internally after the light disappeared; proud. Looking at the person who was shrouded with heat and steam, she could clearly see that the person too, had long hair. The hair was long and blond and a large ornate sword hung from her hips. The woman was gloriously bright, but at the same time darker than a lightless night.

“Are you my Master?” The woman called out, in question, to the girl with piercing red eyes.

”Yes, I indeed am,” she replied in response to the question inquired by the woman before her. She carefully tried to examine the figure, but due to the lingering smoke, her vision was too clouded to make anything out other than the length of the hair.

“I am the Servant Archer, at your service, my master.” The blurred figure of the Servant did not move.

”I am Isisviel, Isisviel von Einzbern. Your master from now onwards, it is a pleasure to meet you, Archer,” Isisviel introduced herself, her voice sounded comparable to that of a younger girl, but her mature facial features spoke a completely different volume regarding her. Then came the issue with her strangely low height… she could no longer be bothered about her appearance these days. She’d simply pin all her blames at her old grandfather.

“It is nice to meet you, Isisviel” Said Archer, moving towards her Master, “From what I can surmise, you are a very skilled magus, I am truly lucky to be your servant, it seems.”

”My, my, flattery won’t get you anywhere. Not with me, anyway,” Isisviel extended her right hand towards her newfound servant.

Archer smiled, rather than a smile of happiness, a smile of obligation. She took Isisviel’s hand, “What is the plan, Master?” Archer asked abruptly.

”Before that… “ Isisviel almost whispered, ”I’d rather rest, summoning you is really making me want to laze around now,” she honestly stated, letting herself rest herself over the body of her newly summoned servant; hugging her, ”Mnm, what silky hair you have!” she mumbled as she felt the slick and smooth hair that her servant had.

“Master…?” Said Archer holding the small body tight to her own. Not quite understanding but able to feel the weariness in the girl, Archer let Isisviel rest.







”Jeez,” Isisviel begun, ”To think he’d throw me into the wilderness on my own,” Isisviel spoke derisively; complaining to no one in particular, ”I had to walk back to the castle and summon you there as it had the best for the summoning ritual,” she murmured, ”I’d love to stab my mean grandfather, but I was taught that killing is only legitimate a deed to perform in the Holy Grail war… “ Isisviel sat on a chair beside a window. Before her was a cup of tea - lying in wait for Isisviel to drink it. There were no snow outside unlike before, the sky here in the outskirts of Fuyuki city felt distinctive somehow. This was a feeling Isisviel felt for the first time. It was the same feeling she felt when she was in the airplane. Her adventurous spirit shouted from within her as she witnessed so many wondrous things recently.

”That airplane was something, huh?” Isisviel remarked cheerfully, ”It’s my first time seeing the outside world like this, I had no idea so many different things existed!” she could see her servant close by in the room, as she tried to talk to her about something, out of boredom. Albeit her earlier words were no lies brought up for simply a conversation, the memories still fresh in her mind disallowed her excitement from dying out.

“I did not realise that flying could bring about such emotions in people” replied Archer honestly “Especially flying in a machine,” picking up on some specifics she asked, “You have never before seen the outside world?”

Isisviel’s face was plastered with a pinkish hue as she frowned, feeling displeased, ”Hmph! Heroic spirits who can go in spirit form and cross great heights sure don’t like a lot of things!” she claimed, facing the other direction for a moment, but looked back shyly, ”Well, I’ve been confined in the Einzbern castle for all my life, it’s the first time I ever left my home country. So, yes.”

“That is unfortunate” Archer said her face remaining stoically in place “Were there not a war, I would suggest we make time to explore the outside world but sadly it is currently a place filled with enemies.”

”Well, I couldn’t come out if not for the war, either,” Isisviel stated, ”Perhaps I should go out once soon, and visit and the town,” she said, pondering how well it’d go, ”No one would fight in the day at crowded areas… or would they?” she added, feeling somewhat confused because she wasn’t quite sure how the world worked due to being a sheltered young lady. However, from what she was taught, most battles indeed took place at night, which is why she could conjure the idea of going out in the first place.

“It would be illogical to fight during the day” Archer concurred, “After all the grail war is a battle between heroic spirits, not innocent people”

”So it is as I was taught, mn? I felt like I was being taught gibberish, sometimes,” Isisviel replied, ”I suppose we’ll take a trip to the city today.”

“Hmm” mused Archer, “It will be informative for me as well.”

”Then it’s decided. I doubt I’d want us to fight much at the moment, so we’ll preserve our strength and take part in the later stages of the war. If that’s alright with you,” Isisviel added, ”Or are you aching for combat, Archer?”

“As a warrior I can’t deny that I would like the chance to fight with others of equal ability, but I am happy with whatever plan you decide on Master.”'

Isisviel considered, then answered, ”Hm, perhaps we’ll have you fight once in the early stages, which is the current status. I’d love to see you in action at least once, after all,” she nodded to herself as she spoke.

“If that is your wish Master” Archer smiled softly.

He probably wants to see if anyone else can pull it off better or something.

(This is a Joint post starring: TheLoneGentleman, Cinia Pacifica, and Katsucha.)

As Leona walked into her daughter’s room, she noticed that one of the couches was badly burned. The fabric that covered the cushions was gone, and the cushion was clearly visible. As she examined this, the door opened up to the room. Turning, she saw her daughter enter the room.

“What are you doing here mother?” asked Leona IV, surprised to see her mother in her room.

“I came to ask about how things went with the search,” she asked, slightly offput by her daughter’s tone.

Leona walked across the room and sat in the undamaged chair, “It went as expected for you right? The enemy was able to escape, and we lost many innocents today,” answered the young queen.

Leona III was hurt by what her daughter was saying, but she would not let her daughter see this. “What makes you think I expected this?” she asked with a stern face.

“Just what did you say about me to Louise?” she asked standing up and walking to her mother. “That you don’t think I can lead? That you and her would make a better ruler than I.”

“I did not, I simply said that you could use some advice,” answered Leona III.

“Well, I don't,” said Leona bluntly. “I don’t need you or her anymore. So you can just say what you want about me while I lead. You aren’t the queen anymore, after all.”

Leona III narrowed her eyes at her daughter. “As you wish your majesty,” said Leona III walking past her daughter and leaving the room. The young queen waited to hear the door close, and then smiled to herself. She would have never had the nerve to speak to her mother that way before.

Leona III headed back towards her room. She wasn’t sure what Louise said to her daughter to turn her against her, but if that was the price that needed to be paid, Leona would have to accept it. It was better than seeing her daughter snivel around like a sick pup. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her she forgot that Ari had her golem on watch. †˜I will need to do something about this girl’ she thought as she made her way back to her room.

Opening the door to her quarters she looked to Ari. “The castle has been cleared. You may take your leave of us now,” she ordered. The lack of joy in her voice that was there earlier was evident.

Ari turned to her, and was about to protest, but Leona gave her a look that warned her this wasn’t the time. Ari bowed slightly.

“Yes madame,” said Ari before walking out of the room. After the door closed Leona looked to Louise. “Just what did you say to my daughter?” she asked in a curious tone. “The girl is much more fierce now that I thought she would ever become.”

”At this rate, any change is better than being the old princess,” Louise said, shoving the blanket aside, and pulling her body up from the bed.

“You must have pushed her past her limits. I must say I too like this change. It did get the girl to make her own decision for a change, but I don’t want to lose my daughter to this.”

”Well, I’m not sure myself how well it’d work out. Depends on her own resolve, if you lose your daughter to this, then it’d be lack of her talent as a ruler being the cause. Inversely, if she makes a mistake, she can learn from it, she wouldn’t be able to blame us now that she doesn’t depend on us.”

“You are right. We will have to see what happens in time. Now we have other things to discuss.” she said walking over to the wall that held the scroll.

”Like regarding how you’re losing trust left and right in this castle?” Louise said sarcastically, getting off the bed completely now, with her usual playful smile, ”Our guard was even put up to keeping an eye on you, talk about a breach of privacy and personal space.”

“Arkasia is smarter than most give her credit for. She knows there are many holes in her information network. I feel bad for whatever is causing it. She is not one to forgive even if it was an accident,” she said sliding the button in again. The scroll showed itself again. Removing it she walked over to the bed laying it out. “So do you think this could work?” she asked as she showed Louise the plans. From the look of the document it was some kind of way to steal a spirit. “I want to move forward with this as soon as possible.”

”Hmm, seems interesting, but rather dangerous. May I know you're exactly intentions?”

“I’m just going to steal back what was stolen from me. I think I am on the right track,” said Leona. “Once I find the person I will need to have this ready before hand.”

”Mnm… so you’re saying that your spirit was actually stolen from you?” Louise said, her usual smile replaced with a serious expression.

“Yes, even a weakened spirit will still be able to be seen,” she answered. “I am the first person that I know of to have this done to them. So I have little to compare to. But my research points to this.”

”Seems incomplete from what I see here, but hmm,” Louise pondered for a moment, ”Wanna test it out on me?”

“You would be willing to be a test subject?” asked Leona. “I do need to try it out, but I could do irreparable damage to you.”

”If it works, I’ll die. If it doesn’t, the damage won’t last. So do your worst,” Louise dared, not afraid of the adversities.

“In such a rush to meet your death?” questioned Leona standing up straight.

”Rush you say, such a word doesn’t exist in my dictionary.”

“Very well,” said Leona. “Lay down, and I will make this quick.”

”Sure” Louise walked back to the bed, and laid down as instructed.

Standing over Louise she held her hands up with her palms facing herself. Chanting something quietly she was completely focused on her hands. Words started to move across her skin in a light display. Reading them over she made sure that everything was perfect. Looking at Louise she nodded.

“Are you completely sure about this?” she asked giving her friend one last chance to back out.

”Yeah, completely sure. As I said, do your worst,” Louise said, confident on her rejuvenation ability.

Slowly Leona placed her hands on Louise’s chest and abdomen. Lifting and lowering her hands in a pace similar to ocean waves, she began to coax Louise’s spirit from her body. The side effects would be extremely painful for Louise, but this was the only chance she would have. No one would willingly go through this. As Leona reached the final stages of her technique a crossover began to occur. Ishtar was visible in the mortal world. Just as the the former queen was about to separate the spirit from the host her spell faded, and Ishtar was sent slamming back into Louise.

“Curses!” she exclaimed. “It is so close, but what I have learned from you is invaluable. I have never been able to get to the cross-over before.” It was only after this that she realized what she said. She had tried this before, many times in fact, and with her new knowledge she might be able to take her work even further.

”Haven’t I… told you already… ? That it’d not work?” Louise spewed those words out, her body felt strange, possibly the damage Leona III was referring to earlier. It still felt like something that wouldn’t really be a threat. What a shame, Leona III’s spell had a long, long way to go.

Leona excitedly walked over to her notes and scribbled down some side notes. Rolling the scroll back up she slid it into her shirt. “So how do you feel?” asked Leona.

”I felt a slight strain in my body a while ago,” Louise got off the bed and stretched her arms, ”But those effects are gone now.”

“Your spirit is very protective over you. As expected from one such as Ishtar.” answered Leona. “Otherwise I might have killed you going that far.”

”I know for certain now, that you can’t do anything to a spirit of my calibre. So I’m not very interested anymore. I don’t know where your spirit stands, but spell has a very long way to go, even if it’s complete, I doubt Ishtar will come close to being pulled out a second time.”

“So you are saying it is a problem in strength?” said Leona thinking. “I will have to tamper with a few things, but that shouldn’t be too hard to do.” It was clear that Leona was obsessed with this spell. She would stop at nothing to see it work.

”Maybe you can take back your spirit,” Louise said, explaining, ”Be warned that if it’s any other powerful spirit - especially those of my level - it’ll enforce it’s will and may possibly go out of control and destroy everything. You’re dealing with a spirit’s soul here. Don’t underestimate it.”

“Understood,” answered Leona. “I will have to attune this for my own spirit. Thank you for your input. I have a better idea now of what must be done.”

”... You get excited about the most strangest of things, really,” Louise sighed, and allowed her figure to sink in on the sofa.

“And you do not acknowledge the smaller things in life,” replied Leona with a laugh.

”Oh? Such as?”

“Such as my recent discoveries, or perhaps a fine wine that I had imported from far away. You are probably too high and mighty for that,” teased Leona.

”Hmph!” Louise pouted, ”I’m not so ignorant that I wouldn’t be able to appreciate wine.”
At this the former queen laughed. “Then tonight how about me and you work through the whole bottle?” she offered with a smile.

”Sure, I wouldn’t mind that,” Louise seemed to be thinking about something, ”What will you be doing from here on out, though? With your daughter not wanting your support and all.”

“I doubt that will hold up for very long. We will just have to wait and see,” she said. “But I do have a request. Will you be my eyes and ears? I can’t do much from here. I need someone out there acting on my behalf.” Leona poured her and Louise each a glass of wine.

”Mn… “ Louise took a sip of her drink, ”For what, though? To keep an eye on your daughter? Doubt she wants to have me around.”

“I doubt she has the choice,” Leona stated. “You have already shown your worth on the battlefield. If you join the military you would be close to the top ranking warlords in an instant. That includes my hot headed daughter.”

”I don’t like the idea of being at a rank below an unqualified Queen, though… “ Louise angrily drank down half the drink, ”She can’t appreciate my greatness!”

“But I do. There has to be something you want after all. You wouldn’t come back otherwise.” she said taking a sip of her wine glass.

”Well, I have a score to settle with the Demon King. That’s why I’m back, to check up on things. I’ve been planning to leave for their territory for a while now.”

“What better way than under the wing of the military. This war will only end in one way after all. The death of the Demon King.” said Leona. “Settle your score then.”

”That man’s subordinates will want to take me with them if they find me, though. Joining the military just feels like the longer way to go about this.”

Leona glared at Louise over her glass of wine as she sipped. “This doesn’t sound like a score that needs settling, but more like a death wish.” said Leona. “Didn’t things end quite badly for you last time?”

”I simply ran away last time, but I have to finish this eventually. I don’t know how else can beat that thing anyway,” Louise finished her drink now, as she replied to Leona III.

“I envy you for actually laying eyes on him. I doubt I would walk away from such a thing. From what you explained I’m surprised you still have your sanity.” replied Leona.

”Sanity, how ironic… “ Louise whispered to herself, ”Well, let me think about this. I might join the military, I doubt I’d actually help your daughter any more than I need to, though.”

“Consider your work on my daughter completed. Focus on your own goal whatever it may be, but report what ever you see back to me. I will see that you have all the things that you need.” answered Leona. “For now just think it over. Give me your answer in the morning. We have this bottle of wine to finish after all.”

“They had better appreciated my performance today, though,” Louise said, getting herself another glass of wine. and drinking it, ”Who’d think that poor Ishtar would have to sacrifice her cloths to go to hell, just to die as a result?”

“I’m sure they did, but my guards have never been ones to leave the side of their queen just to thank someone. I was surprised however to see so many others in that fight,” she added finishing her glass, and pouring her and Louise another.

”The lyrics was so sad, though. I wish the heavens would go easy on me next time.”

“We can only hope.” answered Leona. The two enjoyed each others company, and succeeded in finishing the whole bottle of wine. Their drunken talk carried them deep into the night, and they both fell asleep shortly after.

(This is a joint post between [color=#ff0088]Cinia[/color] [color=#0000A0]Paci[/color][color=gray]fica[/color], [color=#e3bd98]BagMan[/color], and [color=9d0a0a]TheLoneGentleman[/color].)

The group - Ichigo, Aoi, Amelia, Sono, and Ine - walked over the streets of Central Town. The town looked strange yet attractive in it’s own way, the buildings had all sorts of strange designs, it really reminded Aoi of some kind of an other-worldly town of a wonderland. It really made her feel as though she came to a different country; a new unfolded before her face.

[color=gray]”Kiriya-san, this must be the first time you’ve set foot here?”[/color] Amelia showed her charismatic smile as she guessed the obvious.

[color=#0000A0]”Yes! This place is amazing! I should’ve come here sooner!”[/color] Aoi expressed her excitement, her eyes starry with the glint of excitement and wonder.

[color=gray]”You seem like a fan of trivia, so I shall have you know that every structures were made via crafting and alchemy Alices alone. The builders themselves were Alices. As such, everyone here are Alices too; workers shopkeepers and pedestrians included,”[/color] Amelia explained, her index finger raised she spoke.

[color=#0000A0]”Ooh! The more you know... thank you!”[/color] Aoi said, knowing how the town was made really helped her to appreciate the funny yet peculiar architecture even more now. The fact that everyone here are Alices really made her felt like she was in a land full of foreigners now. A feeling of mystical fun and excitement welled up in her heart.

Sono was content to just follow along silently. He was sure that some of the group felt uncomfortable around him, and that was enough for him. Amelia on the other hand was having fun, acting as the tour guide.

Meanwhile - oblivious to such nasty vibe of air around the group - Aoi’s eyes shifted rapidly from one shop to the other.

Ichigo noticing Aoi’s excitement, really felt like delivering some of the most delicious treats that awaited them in town, [color=#ff0088]”Akizuki-san, wanna go to the shop we went to last time?”[/color]

[color=#e3bd98]”Yeah!”[/color] Said Ine excitedly. Turning to the others she said [color=#e3bd98]”Their cake really is the best”[/color]. Pumping her fist into the air, her eyes glimmered as she imagined what cake she might have this time.

[color=gray]”Hmm, the best, huh? In regards to food, especially sweets; I’ve only had Howalon the last few times I’ve come here. Something different may be nice for a change of pace.”[/color]

[color=#0000A0]”Howalon, what’s that?”[/color] Aoi curiously asked, never having heard the name before.

[color=gray]”It’s the best sweet of this town. Soft and fluffy in form, sweet in taste, and it just makes you feel really happy when you eat it. It’s has a miraculous taste, I dare say,”[/color] Amelia praised it to no end, it must be amazing, Aoi was convinced, [color=#0000A0]”Ooh, I can’t wait to have that!”[/color]

[color=#ff0088]”Mn! I’ll buy a box before we leave this town!”[/color] Ichigo said, fisting her arm towards the sky.

Sono had this treat before when doing some shopping in town. With the amount of money he amassed there was little else to do. There were just things you could, and couldn’t buy on academy grounds. If he could he would have liked to start his own business. In the back of his mind he knew that the festival time was drawing closer. He would have to once again meet with his father. He always dreaded talking to his father. Him pretending like he cared while he flaunted around his money and influence. The time where Sono used to love working with his father was long past.

(This is a joint post between [color=blue]Cinia Pacifica[/color] and [color=gray]BlinkXPoke[/color].)

Shiraishi then sighed, as if to calm herself down. She then turned the other way - towards the door - and asked, [color=blue]”Hey, why did you come to this shitty academy?”[/color] her words were tinted with her vulgar manner of speech, but her tone of volume was significantly lower - too normal when compared with her earlier outbursts; serious.

[color=gray]“I wasn’t given a choice. My Alice was found out at the last school I attended, and they took me away from my family and forced me to enroll here.”[/color] He took a deep breath before continuing. It was a depressing memory. [color=gray]“I tried to escape, but I was found out. At least, I can still communicate with them by writing letters.”[/color] He tried to end his answer on a positive note, the tone in Shiraishi’s was serious. It was strange. [color=gray]”Why’d you ask? I get the feeling you’re not thrilled to be here, either.”[/color] He could tell simply from the way she called the academy †˜shitty’.

[color=blue]”Heh, I guess we have one similarity, in that we both didn’t wanted to be here initially,”[/color] Shiraishi made a more twisted expression, [color=blue]”You’re far better than that Hiiragi then!”[/color] she spat out. Shiraishi then made a bland yet a very cold face, [color=blue]”Unlike you, I was sold to this academy by my parents. Until yesterday, I thought that they were waiting for me, and that they loved me as much as I loved them… I was just wondering if you came here for a reason like that, but it seems that you’re better off than me, “[/color] she sighed, but closed her eyes and smiled while she turned her back on Shouta, [color=blue]”Well, whatever,”[/color] Shiraishi walked towards the door.

[color=gray]“Hey, wait…”[/color] Shouta was at a loss for words. He hadn’t realized Shiraishi’s troubles, that she was a forced enrollment, like Shouta, but, unlike him, her parents simply abandoned her. [color=gray]“I-I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”[/color] were the only words he could give her.

[color=blue]”Why the hell are you apologizing?”[/color] Shiraishi asked aggressively, but tried to quill her boiling blood, she then sighed yet again, [color=blue]”Life is just that unfair,”[/color] she stated, as if speaking from experience. Then slid the door open - taking her leave with a grim face.

Shouta stood silently in the empty classroom after Shiraishi left. He needed to gather his thoughts, as he felt so conflicted. He still held a grudge on her for the incident with Sakura, but, for some strange reason, he had a feeling of familiarity with her, due to their similar circumstances. Shouta wasn’t sure how to resolve these emotions. He continued thinking as he departed from the classroom.

Shouta checked his watch to see how much time was used during all this commotion. [color=gray]Shit, class is almost starting soon.[/color] He briskly headed over to the Somatic classroom, arriving just a few moments before the teacher.

Not twisted enough to do the jacking off to family shampoo. Not twisted enough to love a gay-guy yandere wannabe 0/10.

That is a good question though: how many deeks did u suck