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Private/Closed Bootleg Bros. Ultimate - The Sumeragi Campaign

Tracy Rinehart​


Right, since she met Bo, it meant that all of his elemental splits had met her. Quake claimed he was still the Boboiboy she knew, but did she really know anything about him? From Thorn and Quake and Bo himself he seemed quite nice, but then there was Blaze and Thunderstorm. How prominent were those parts of him? Tracy smiled back at Quake.
"Thank you." Tracy said. Mr. Hagen was also here, using his special powers to float up and approach the group. The position was so bizarre and strange, Tracy couldn't help but to giggle a little. He gave a run down of the crash site team's mission, which had been a success. One that had a few hiccups of its own. Being attacked by a blue version of V2. Tracy glanced to V2 curiously, looking for any reaction to that information. First the polar bear, and now the blue V2. It was clear Sumeragi had found some otherworldly allies of their own, but it sounded like blue V2 (VBlue, as Tracy could call it for now), didn't have the same hesitation that Bear had.

Kiwi explained how their mission went, and Tracy shook her head. She walked over to Jin, pulling the zip drive from her pocket and handing it to the boy.
"I managed to get some schematics for some of their machines, but honestly, I don't think our mission went very well. I was hoping we could have gotten more." Tracy said. She turned back to the group, leaning on the desk.
"Unless anthropomorphic animal people are normal here, I think the Bear was like us. A traveler from another world." That theory that had been thrown out there, Tracy was surprised how quickly she had accepted it. It seemed like the easiest explanation, at least for now. "Kiwi and I were able to talk to him, and like he said, the Bear seemed sympathetic to our cause. Or us. He didn't say a word, but at least seemed open to communicating."

Tracy looked around at the ruined state of the place they were hiding in.
"Depending on where he showed up, it could be possible he doesn't know everything Sumeragi has done. Or at least, he's only heard their spin on the situation. I'm sure Sumeragi likes to think they're the good guys..."

Tracy continued.
"The Bear was very strong, and pretty fast. Stood a little over five feet, with yellow and white fur. He wore a beanie, a green scarf, boots and gloves, but no other clothes." Tracy said. She thought back to the fight, trying to remember everything she could. "He had the power to manipulate ice. He did things like freeze the doors shut, redirect the ice spikes Penguin Mage fired at him, and create icy shockwaves that could freeze things. But the way he fought, it felt like his ice powers were more of a secondary ability behind his strength and speed. And he was very tough."

Tracy shook her head.
"We had to run. Maybe the three of us together might have been able to stop him, but then there was the problem of the entire factory coming after us." She nodded gratefully to Quake and Frisk. "Thanks for showing up when you did."
She looked to Frisk, then to V2.
"How did your mission go? Did you encounter someone from another world working for Sumeragi as well?" Tracy asked.
 

Mokko

Previously Blatant Mokery
Terrence "Salad" Boom
“Phew…”

Terrence could finally exhale- not just a normal exhale, but the sort of breath you only let out when your guard has been up for an extended period of time. He’d grown pretty fond of those exhales, because he was being put in a lot more dangerous situations as of late, and the best part about them was when they ended. Now, he was officially out of ‘combat mode,’ but that meant it was time to enter ‘tired as hell mode.’ That had been a lot- physically, and magically. He needed to sit down with some cucumber salad. There wasn't going to be any here. Damn.

One last push, and the shells were able to get them across the finish line with no issues- the group left the factory behind, and found themselves back at the bank, reunited with some familiar faces (humanoid shapes, in Terrence’s case), and… one that wasn’t so familiar.

“Good to be back,” he smiled, the shell beneath himself and Frisk slowly sinking into the ground before disappearing entirely. He chuckled as Kyota came up to him with his questions, happy to humor the boy.
“Aha, it was nothing too flashy- not up until the end, anyway. We tried to keep a low profile, but to answer your question… yeah, some Sumeragi butt got kicked. And hey, I expect some credit if you happen to see a big ol’ Mantis fall apart in action sometime!” he jested.

It didn’t sound like the Stealth Squad’s allies had had an easy time on their own respective missions. It had never even crossed Terrence’s mind, but… was it possible that himself, Tracy, and Kiwi had actually gotten off easy? Easier than everyone else, at least. That possibility was difficult to fathom, especially with the involvement of that Bark, but…

“Sheesh. Our enemies aren’t making these missions very easy for us… but I’m glad everyone’s still in one piece,” he commented, and nodded along to Tracy’s rundown of their run-in with Bark. “He was an outlier for sure. It’s all… weird, like it’s almost some kinda… game? I mean, I was figuring for a while that some force had brought us here to take down the Sumeragi, but if there are other outsiders here to fight against us… then man, I don’t know what to think…” he frowned, turning toward Frisk- not because he expected her to have an answer, but because, well… he was now hoping she’d be the only familiar face he’d see here. There were quite a few people back home who, quite frankly, they really didn’t need to be dealing with during all of this.
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

FRISK DREEMURR

—Sapporo Bank, Day 2 Afternoon—

Once they’d made it in the clear, Frisk de-summoned her magic, letting its energy flow back into her. Had she expected to ride a turtle shell out of there? Absolutely not. Did they all probably look ridiculous as they shelled their way through the ruined city? Absolutely.

But she didn’t really care. Mission accomplished, and Terrence was okay. Not like she thought he’d be hurt, or worse, or something but... you know how it is...

Frisk was eager to get off her feat and do some reading, some research, anything she could to focus on brain power over brawn. The day wasn’t over yet, after all, still plenty of time to squeeze in stuff. Plus, she still had to look over all those pictures she took of the QUILL data. Granted, that data was probably almost entirely dated and old news, likely retreading some ground Frisk had already learned since she’d come here.

She missed Katherine’s library. It would take multiple timelines to learn everything there.

Finally, they arrived back at Sapporo Bank to find everyone there. The groups had officially reunited, and Frisk was rather pleased to see that they hadn’t lost a single member. Everyone was okay. Tired, but okay. The teenager was helped to her feet by Terrence as the shells sank into nothingness, Frisk giving a small smirk at his gesture.

She was also pleased to see that V2 remained here as well. She’d had confidence he would be, but... you never really know what goes on in your absence, sometimes. Either Akira could have come back all gung-ho about it, or V2 could have elected to maintain his distance. Neither outcome appeared to have played out.

Mr. Miracle greeted them before shortly going into a tirade about V1. Again. Frisk didn’t really mind, though, some of the others hadn’t heard it yet, and the discussion led from initial greetings and exposition into a question turned toward Frisk and V2. She shared T’s gaze as he looked her way. She knew what he was thinking about. The potential for Messiah members to fight, or worse, their own friends and allies. While Frisk and Terrence had seemingly come from the same timeline (she’d discovered nothing to contradict this assumption yet), there could be others from different timelines. Likely darker ones.

Just as long as Songbird didn’t appear here...

“Yeah,” Frisk returned her attention to Tracy. “We encountered a uh, he was like, aggressively stereotypical for an Italian. Like, the mafia kind. He also had ice powers, like the bear, but it was his main gimmick. I’ve been in really cold places but that guy went like... I dunno, as close to absolute zero as I think you can get. We’re lucky we didn’t just get frozen. His name’s Ghiaccio, he looks kind of like a grandma. A really angry grandma...?”

Hm. She might have messed up there. Frisk couldn’t remember if Ghiaccio had actually said his name or not. It wasn’t as though explaining her CHECK abilities was going to alter people’s opinion of her, she just didn’t want to explain how it worked. It took some hurdles to get behind the logic of it. Especially when mixing Chara into the equation.

“Anyway, I think we’re probably good to sneak our way back to base. We can look at those schematics... I also took some pictures of a bunch of new data to sift through...” Frisk pulled out her phone - and paused. “Oh. Right, I actually forgot, we had another point of interest. Does anybody wanna hit that before we hunker down for the day? Or...”
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Boboiboy - Quake


Seeing as there was no combat in the horizon, Quake saw little point in remaining in this from. Adjusting their power watch, they relinquished their control, reverting back to Boboiboy himself in faint orange light. It appeared though there was very little difference in personality shift between Quake and him, like they were more closely intertwined than the rest. Listening to Tracy and then Frisk give a breakdown, he added his two cents.

"That makes all of us then." Bo nodded. "We came across one...maybe even two characters that match that description. One is a similar model of robot to V2 here, this time pit against us."

Seeing as how suspicious could quickly fall to V2 again, he made sure to wave his hands in front of himself defensively after he said those words.

"Don't worry, we cleared him!" He sweated, getting back to the point. "We also came across a new one...calling themselves Magneto. They said they were the king of Genosha. I'm not sure if that's out of this reality or in it, but they are an outside party. A strong one. I feel like we will see him again in the near future."

The next step was rather risky. There was a point of interest and then reassessing what they have now that they were all together. Thinking, he looked over to Frisk.

"I think their forces are alerted to us at this stage. If we go to the final point, we may face way stiffer resistance in retaliation to our actions today. I think we should lay low for a while and strike when they aren't quite are prepared for us. Gives us time to look at the data you brought as well and rest."
 

Gamingfan

Previously Gamingfan2
Amaterasu
Amaterasu snoozed away, seemingly unconcerned with her surroundings. Though she did lean a little into Maria's petting. Only when the rest of the group returned from their excursion did she lift her head to look at them. Her tail beat the floor a little, but Amaterasu made no other movement to avoid disturbing the girl lying on her. Once she ascertained that everyone was fine, she lowered her head again, listening to the chatter.
 
V2

The final team returned, after some time. There was exchangement of greetings- Tracy waved at V2, which the machine considered returning, but decided to simply nod instead- before information about each mission was discussed. Miracle explained the presence of V1 to the others, describing it as a lapis-painted clown- fitting, considering the tricks it pulled. Just thinking of their predecessor made V2 angry.

The machine noticed Tracy looking at them, waving. The machine simply nodded back, before Tracy asked about if they had found someone else from another world. Frisk briefly informed Tracy about Ghiaccio, describing him as a human with ice powers, who... looked like a grandma. The machine pulled up recorded footage of the battle...

Not inaccurate.

Boboiboy then mentioned V1 again, briefly re-emphasizing that V2 was "cleared," before explaining the presence of another otherworldly being. Magneto, King of Genosha. Not a place V2 had heard about, and seemingly noone else had heard of it either. Potentially the name of an entire dimension, although quite unlikely.

Regardless, the time came to discuss strategy. Frisk suggested attacking a 4th point, while Boboiboy suggested hunkering down for now. The machine considered for a moment.

"While Boboiboy is correct, Sumeragi readiness will likely only increase the longer we wait, as news of our victories spreads. If we attack now, we will likely be able to catch them before they are able to fully reinforce every position."
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Sapporo Bank
The different groups began to mingle once more, exchanging some information on how their missions went and what information they'd managed to get out of them. Kyota nodded in response to Terrence's explanation, pumping a fist in the air. "Heck yeah, bro! I'll totally keep an eye out for any big explosions!"

Kiwi's partially nondescriptive briefing of the mission was followed with an acknowledgement of Kane's presence, the pilot having walked over to the arriving group. "My name is Kane Gardner, Commander of the Sophia Force. I'm one of the... 'civilians' that Miracle mentioned," he replied, his tone betraying that he didn't quite identify with such a designation, though he continued with a slight smile regardless. "It's good to know that everyone's safe and sound."


Jin had arrived at the group's position at that moment, waving at everyone present, before he was approached by Tracy. Accepting the zip drive from the teen, he shook his head in response to her dissatisfaction. "Hey, it's alright. You're all putting yourselves in a lot of danger for our sakes, so anything you managed to get out of them is sure to be useful. I promise to take a look at this as soon as I can."

With that, the general topic had turned to the differing kinds of opposition each team had encountered. An anthropomorphic polar bear, an Italian cryomancer, a sibling machine to V2, and the king of an unknown nation. All vastly different, further suggesting Jin's prior theory about different worlds could be accurate, which was now backed by Kane as the man spoke once more.

"If the dimensional ruptures Jennifer has recently studied are anything to go by, we're dealing with opposition from across the galaxy at the minimum... if not a larger scale entirely."

Aside from that matter, there was also the question of what to do next. One more point of interest remained within reach, another potential target to attack for the day, though it could come with its upsides and downsides.

"I hear what you're both saying," Kohaku said, looking to both Boboiboy and V2 – their contrasting opinions quite possibly caused by the different mindsets of a human and a machine. "It's tough to say what Sumeragi might do next, since they probably haven't had to deal with something like this in a long time... still, something tells me their guard's gonna be up pretty soon already. Dunno if it'll ever get any easier going forward, but it's true that the longer they're left alone, the better they'll be able to prepare."

Feeling eyes on her, the teen looked away for a moment with a sheepish smile.

"Um, what I'm trying to say is their defenses might stay high for a while, so maybe it's better for someone to check that last place out before it gets any worse, y'know? Of course, I don't want anyone to push themselves too hard – it's totally fair if anyone would rather stay home and relax! After all, I think the only other place anyone can tackle right now is the district wall itself, and I'm sure everyone will want to rest up before tackling defenses like those all together."

There was a brief pause, before Kane stepped forward, putting a hand on Kohaku's shoulder. "Regardless of what you all prefer, know that you can count on me for any mission. Just say the word."​
 

Tracy Rinehart​


The others explained their own encounters. Ghiaccio, an angry ice guy. Magento, a supposed king. Tracy hadn't heard of Genosha, but what else was new. Tracy tried to make a mental note to ask about more info on him. Terrence commented on it feeling like a game, and Tracy gave him a confused look. He felt like some force had brought them here? Tracy hadn't considered that. But she hadn't really considered much of the 'how' they got here, at least while they had no substantial evidence about... anything.

Frisk mentioned going after their last point of interest. From what Tracy could recall, it was another factory. 'Auto-Fabrication' Kohaku had called it. Tracy looked over herself, and looked to her duel disk. While she felt a little shaken from the earlier battle, overall the duelist felt like she could keep going. The benefits of calling out other people to fight for you. The other members of the group debated what to do, and Tracy joined in.
"I can keep fighting today." Tracy said. "If a group is going to the last point, I can go with them. At the very least, we can go and scout it out before we make a decision. What would be our goal, there? Destroying the factory?"
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

FRISK DREEMURR

—Sapporo Bank, Day 2 Afternoon—

Honestly, Frisk was about to agree with Boboiboy and call it a day - but V2 made a very valid point, one others agreed with. Leaving Sumeragi alone for the rest of the day would just let them prepare better tomorrow. Energy and motivation was low now for the team, sure, but that last POI would be a lot easier NOW than LATER.

The new guy, Commander Keen—

“Kane,” Chara corrected.

—Was down to head out, as was Tracy. Frisk hadn’t exactly seen either in action, but she felt like it would be better if she went along, despite her need to revitalize mana and energy. Maybe V2 should go too, being a robot, but he probably needed a few repairs (she had no idea what being frozen solid had actually damaged, if anything at all), but then again, Ghiaccio had kinda punked V2 until Frisk and Ammy intervened and made it a 3v1.

She’d just have to go. The teen didn’t trust the plan would go accordingly without her to help.

“Or maybe you just don’t trust them,” Chara hummed nearby.

“If we can,” Frisk nodded to Tracy, reflecting for a moment on what Retribution had done to the data center. Could work again... but a factory sounded like a much bigger target. How much energy would that take? Did she have enough? “I’m going to assume auto-fabrication is all of their common resources and maybe even essentials. Taking that out should hinder them really hard. Honestly, could make setting up a stronger defense tomorrow even harder for them. Destroying that factory...”

She paused. Did any of them have the kind of firepower to pull that off? Maybe they’d need to pick up some proper explosives along the way. She didn’t know how to make any from scrap, and something told her Chara wouldn’t be very helpful in that regard.

...

Huh, no snide remark that time.

“Shut up,” the shaytan replied.

There it was.

It would be a matter probably identical to the start of her earlier mission. Sneak in, find something. Like... support columns, maybe a big machine that could blow up... or something...

Was it exhaustion or just lack of creativity that was leaving her so blank on the matter?

“I guess we just figure out who wants to go, and how we go about destroying the factory. Preferably leveling it, that would be nice, but I guess I can settle for something less bombastic...”

 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Boboiboy


Wait...huh?

Most everyone seemed very willing to keep going today...what happened? Before it seemed they were just trying to survive or keep a low profile, now it seemed that fear had become something of a rare commodity in this team. Not even a rest for a day before a trek back into the battlefield? Tracy surprised him especially, not expecting this sort of behavior in a hundred years.

"Huh, well...huh." Boboiboy was audibly stumped. "Right, well seems everyone seems pretty on board with this, I have to come."

The mentioning of destroying the factory did make a certain part of his brain tingle in excitement, one that was hardly a good influence. When Frisk downplayed the wanting to downscale the bombastic nature of the destruction, he could feel the sort of his brain seething. He tried to ignore this, shifting his eyes away from Frisk with a sweat.

"I'm sure we can manage destroying it. We got more than enough tools to-" He paused his talk, looking at the determination holding girl. "Frisk, are you good? You seem a little tired...do you want to sit this one out...?"
 

comic

Previously turnt3chGodh34d

FRISK DREEMURR

—Sapporo Bank, Day 2 Afternoon—

“Hm?” Frisk raised her eyebrows, turning her head to Bo. “Oh. Um.”

She scratched the nape of her neck. “I’m good. Fine, I guess. I just uh, used a pretty draining move earlier... I think it’s starting to catch up with me.”

She wanted to say that she was worried about NOT going. What could happen if she wasn’t there? What if her presence could prevent someone’s death, and if she didn’t end up going...

The words didn’t come to her for some reason.

“But no, I'm good to keep going. If I need to,” Frisk nodded her head in a convincing manner, except it didn’t seem that convincing. “I just... does anybody have any monster food on them? It’s like... it heals you, restores magic, and stuff. I could go for days if I had some...”

Where was Tempura at? Hm, actually... Tempura didn’t produce very effective monster food. Her little flakes restored minimal mana, and totally pooped the temmie out.

 
V2

The topic shifted to selecting who wished to participate in the strike on the 4th location. V2 spoke shortly after Frisk stated that she was willing to participate in the new mission, in spite of her tiredness- which was good news, as the power she had demonstrated in the previous mission would undoubtedly be useful in the upcoming one.

"I'm going, of course," V2 began. The machine considered explaining that it's self-repair systems were powerful enough that any accrued damage had already been purged, but they reconsidered. If anyone asked, the machine would promptly explain, but that was unlikely. Hopefully.
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Boboiboy


A quick glance up and down is all it took for him to doubt Frisk's words. She was pushing herself too hard, he knew exactly what that looked like, he's done that himself many times. Usually it came back to bite him not too long after as well.

"If you feel drained, why don't you take a breather here? We need everyone at their top shape, and if you push it when your body isn't ready, I don't want to it being broken by whatever Sumeragi has."

V1 came to mind, the sudden bullet slinging robot coming out of nowhere. If they had been caught off guard or without enough power, he would have put a bullet in any of them and killed there on the spot. He didn't want that to happen to Frisk.

"Kane, V2, Tracy and I can handle it, don't worry."
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Slums
(Some direction given by ArmedBlue)
After the revelation, Akira sat around for a while more. She felt much better, but that was beginning to be replaced with the itch to do something useful. She figured there would be time before the others got back, anyways.

A patrol it was.

Humming down the street on her bike, the officer was on the lookout for, well, anything really. The worrywart in her insisted that there was more out here. Sumeragi had to be attempting to track them down- it was important to figure out how successful they were so far and maybe smash up some more machines. Also, they'd only happened upon the other survivors who all knew eachother... who's to say there weren't more out here? It was a big city. Not as big as Akira was used to, but there could be a lot of people out here. Finally, there was the idea of recon. Maybe she could find their next target. They've been running out of targets. There were only the EN pack factory and the wall left.

Alas, she found nothing for a while. She went up and down the streets, throwing in some zigs and zags throughout the grids of the cityscape to try and make it difficult for anyone watching, if any, to guess what area she was patrolling. Even with her IRIS on, Akira was turning up empty-handed so far.

She was a bit up north from the bank when she was just about to throw in the towel. It was then that the Legionis saw a glimmer of movement within her enhanced sight from within a nearby ruined convenience store. No sooner than she comprehended it did she lay on the brakes and roll into an alleyway.

Akira's Legatus remained stowed as she crept back out of the alleyway, but her blaster was drawn. She had her hopes for it to be a survivor, but remained to be ready for the worst. The agent of RAVEN stuck to the wall and slunk up to the window of the store. Warily, she would stick her helmeted head into the glassless opening, seeking out whatever it was she'd seen inside.
 
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ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Sapporo Bank
One by one, people volunteered to take on the auto-fabrication factory. Although Frisk insisted she could continue fighting for the day, Boboiboy assured her that things would be alright without her, Kane nodding in agreement.

"Boboiboy's right – proper rest would be in everyone's best interests. If that's everyone, then the four of us will handle the factory as quickly as we can. The others should take the time to recover and prepare for tomorrow however possible."

With that, Kane began to head for the exit, though he stopped for a moment, looking behind him. "Jin, mind going over those schematics with Jennifer? She should be able to get some insight on how Sumeragi's machinery functions. Depending on what Frisk's data contains, she may be able to assist with it as well."

"Oh, of course, mister Gardner." Jin replied, bowing his head slightly.

"Make sure you dudes really wreck that factory up, alright?" Kyota said, giving the group a thumbs up.

"Good luck out there!" Kohaku smiled. "We'll make sure everyone here gets to relax and rest up!"

Following the Minos' encouragement, Kane stepped outside the bank. Tapping one of his earpieces, the commander displayed a holographic map of the surrounding area. Their target was south of their location, though quite a ways from the group. With Akira gone for the moment and Terrence staying behind, getting there could take a while. He certainly missed his Metal Attacker.

"I don't suppose anyone possesses some form of group transport..?"​

City Slums – Ruined Convenience Store
Akira's peek into the convenience store didn't reveal much at first. Shelves stretching from the front to the back of the store separated the place into three lanes, much of them obstructed by fallen debris. Having moved closer, Akira could hear a faint whirr all the way in the back – before a Flying Drone wandered into view, drifting from the left side of the store to the right, before it was soon hidden behind the right shelf once again.

After another moment, it seemed to let out a sharp beep, accompanied by the familiar sound of its plasma cannon deploying––
CRASH!

The sound of metal denting and cracking followed, before a second blow sent the now non-functional drone skidding briefly along the ground.

"Tch, piece of shit robot..."

A voice came from where the robot had been moments earlier, seemingly belonging to a teenage boy.​
 

DevVoid

Previously Deathstalker62
Mr. Miracle
While everyone else had been busy talking about the next mission being pulled off TODAY (as if they all didn't get into enough trouble already for one day), Miracle himself had been kept busy by patching up his wounds in another room. Having waltzed into a lonesome space hidden from view, the magician had cast his uniform aside for a few moments to apply what he learned in how to utilize medkits to himself. His wave of a cape later, and one such box had appeared on the ground before him. Then, of course, came the painful parts - having to examine and treat his wounds.

First it was his legs; The skin was already bruising in ominous purple, severe trauma after his nasty impact with those barrels and that wall. They still allowed him to stand (through whatever miracle was coursing through his body), but they didn't exactly look healthy to keep. Terry had patted along his torso next; Not quite as bad as what his lower body had suffered, but evidently still damaged from having taken a slam to a reinforced wall of steel from the back and an explosion from the front.

And as he was busy applying what he could to both ease the pain and sponsor his own recovery going forward, Hagen couldn't help but keep an open ear for the topics being talked about around him. There was, of course, the new mission - destroying a factory. Something he... actually could reasonably do without any further strain, assuming he didn't have any more bloodsucking robots to escape from. There was also the matter of resting... but he was Mister Miracle, darn it! Crime doesn't sleep and neither do Miracles! What's one more mission if it meant slowing down oppressive tyrants?

As soon as he had closed up the Mr. Miracle-branded Medkit (prepped and manufactured for field use, because of course it was) and hastily slipped back into his uniform as Mr. Miracle again, another self-branded object slid out of the entertainer's right sleeve - a simple Energy Drink in the form of canned soda, flavored with Cherries and Wildberries. Not exactly the coffee he'd normally order, but it would have to do for now. God knows his sponsors and managers from back home would be glad the merch is still being used as intended, even if without his likeness around.

On his way out, as he cracked open the can and started to chug one big gulp after the next, Terry opted to help out a little more. He had heard that Frisk herself had grown tired, talking about something called 'Monster Food' that magically restored stamina and health. A nice thought to imagine, but alas, he lacked any such things. It didn't stop him from magikinetically sliding the used medkit over behind her so she could use it - alongside manifesting another branded can as he was holding himself right beside it. A silent gesture to help out, even on his way out again.

Upon joining up with the others, Miracle didn't bother to wait. He knew the others would find a way to transport themselves along as he soared overhead, stopping momentarily to make a brief display of magic; taking off his top hat and pulling his trusty, silver-capped wand from within before setting his headgear back on.

"Catch you over at the factory!"

With those brief set of words full of chipper attitude, Mr. Miracle set off once again. Soaring like a bird through the skies, he zoomed past the buildings below in a straight line towards the direction that he remembered the digital map showing as he had flown past it earlier. Yet still, he had not learn a single thing about running off on his own, despite the nasty clash it had gotten him into earlier in the day.
 

Mokko

Previously Blatant Mokery
Terrence "Tired" Boom
Terrence, as much as he would’ve liked to go out and keep on being productive, it didn’t really feel like an option for him right now. To be honest… he felt a little off his game in this world, and wasn’t entirely sure why. Back home, he was pretty sure that he’d still have some energy to keep going after a mission like that, but right now, it was like his magic and his body were in two different places. He was far from replenished.

If the enemies were going to rally and be stronger the next time they met, then it would be a terrible idea to stay in motion and keep growing more and more drained while Sumeragi forces continued to amass behind the scenes. He needed to stay back and not use any magic for a little while- and to be honest, he suspected the same could be said of Frisk. They were of the same world, and their magic was in a similar vein- though he did suspect that she was still a fair amount stronger than him, he didn’t want her to spread herself too thin. That was something she tended to do, shouldering way more than she should’ve had to, but in all fairness, that was usually pretty necessary back home…

But their fellow, less-depleted Strikers could handle this one, Terrence felt.

“Does your magic feel a bit… sluggish?” he asked Frisk- as great as it would be if the answer was 'no,' he was also kind of hoping it wasn't just him. “Maybe he’s right- no need to push yourself to the limit. For whatever reason, this place feels a lot more… punishing than back home, when it comes to overexerting magic,” he admitted. When she spoke of monster food, he seemed to connect a few dots perk up. “I should catch up with Tempura... Kyota, she’s still in the base, right?” he asked, unaware of the Temtastic situation that was brewing deeper within…
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

FRISK DREEMURR

—Sapporo Bank, Day 2 Afternoon—

V2, Tracy, Kane, Bo, and the last-second inclusion of Miracle... Well, Frisk hadn’t seen many teams more solid than that. And nobody had any monster food, either, so she was left for a moment feeling a little useless. Only Officer Howard hadn’t come out to talk, and Frisk figured that maybe the cop would have elected to join as well. Where was she, anyway?

“Alright...” Frisk swallowed.

Commander Kane took immediate charge of the group following this. “Who died and put him in charge?” Chara snickered. “He’s no Katherine.”

Honestly, he was probably more qualified than Kat, Frisk thought. At least, Kane had a military designation. Kat ran a group of what was essentially outlaws, a group Frisk was part of. She got what Chara meant, though. Kat had a lot of ground and support to be barking orders from. Didn’t really matter, though, they were all in this together.

“Does your magic feel a bit… sluggish?” Terrence asked Frisk, their conversation becoming an aside as the away team set off for the final factory of the day.

Yes. It did. Sluggish was a good way to put it. Like somehow being here was stretching a cord through time and space. Almost like their magic wasn’t just carried within them, but given by an outside source. Frisk shouldn’t be feeling this way, not after what she’d so far done. Sure, exhausting attacks were exhausting, but she was feeling weaker than she should have.

T worded his support of Bo’s words, and Frisk pursed her lips for a moment.

“You do that a lot,” Chara commented.

But before Frisk could say something to Terrence—he’d turned away to Kyota, asking about Tempura’s whereabouts. Frisk looked at the back of his head, then to the retreating team on their mission... she felt the need to do something. Anything. Just something. She failed to notice Miracle’s gift. This girl wasn’t the best at spatial awareness. (Chara thought it would be funnier not to alert her)

“Jin, wanna help me?” Frisk asked, making her way through the lobby to the interior office spaces of Sapporo Bank. “Got some intel to decipher.”

Hopefully at least a quarter of it was useful. QUILL was long gone, so Moniqa’s data would be really dated. But Sumeragi wanted this data for some reason. Something in it would be useful. That was enough for Frisk to consider the operation today a success. Better in their hands than Sumeragi’s.
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Boboiboy


"Mm."

Bo nodded in acknowledgment to both Frisk and Terrence, knowing the pair would look after each other in the rest of their absence. Of course, before they could officially mount up, Miracle grew a wild hair and soaring towards the factory as if he were an eagle...what an unpredictable man. BoBoiBoy stifled a laugh, scratching his cheekbone with his index finger.

"Well, we can't let him go by his lonesome, eh?"

Transportation for everyone was an interesting one. Cyclone was very fast but he was quite singular...and frankly he didn't want to become Cyclone for a while. He didn't have too many methods to take everyone quickly to one location dependably. Well, he could...oh. Oh dear. It was the only option, wasn't it?

"I have an idea, just...please try not to be too startled." He started with a bit of humored resignation, holding up his watch. "Elemental shift!"

Shifting his power watch, his form beamed in orange light, a green sigil overlaying atop of it as his hue took on its sheen. Emerging from the sigil was an elemental that most would find familiar here: Thorn. The childlike and most amateurish elemental of the lot.

"Thorn, happy to be here!"

He winked, giving a sideways peace sign to the group. Looking off in the distance to where they needed to go, Thorn put his hands on his hips.

"Now, I hear we gotta get some speed going to the place for everyone. Now I may have failed my driving test, but I sure know how to ride."

He half turned his face to the group, Tracy surely knowing what he meant from her first hand experience with this. Rubbing his hands together enthusiastically, he got onto the ground, his palms touching the floor.

"Ngh..."

A few seconds passed. Nothing seemed to be happening. Thorn, still hunched over not appearing to be doing anything.

"Nghhhh...okay okay, get back into it...!"

He seemed to be putting more pressure on the ground? Struggling to pressure it more and more. It looked like if someone described doing pushups to an alien and the alien was trying to recreate it.

"Geez never needed to make this many before. Phew. Just one second...okay and another second. C'monc'monc'monandtherewego!"

Suddenly, the ground in front of Thorn burst up! Large craters in the bank blew open, four large plantoid creatures emerging from them. They were Tumbosaurs, carnivorous raptors that Thorn had called upon before. These four were in distinct different colors - orange, blue, yellow, and purple. They shouted to life, their three tongues lashing out in the air, saliva like sap draping the ground. Thorn gestured to them in a Ta-da fashion, giving jazz hands.

"Behold! Our rides! Tumbosaurs for each of us! Don't worry, they don't bite! ...mostly."

Despite dropping this on everyone so quickly, he hopped onto the back of the blue Tumbosaur, gesturing for everyone to pick their mount. Looking back at Kyota, Frisk, Terrence, and everyone else he could see, he gave a long wave that he put most of his body into.

"Byeeeee everyone~! Save some snacks for me and don't eat them all while we are gone!"
 
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Tracy Rinehart​


V2 voiced that they would be coming along as well, and Tracy looked to the robot with concern. The robot seemed okay, with no major damage. To Tracy's relief, Frisk didn't seem like she was going either. The girl looked exhausted. She was asking about 'Monster Food'. Was that what Tempura had given Tracy?

Mr. Miracle also joined their group, already flying off. Tracy had wanted to protest (he looked mangled enough as he was), but he was already gone. That left herself, Bo, V2, and Mr. Kane. Commander Kane.
"I don't suppose anyone possesses some form of group transport..?" The man asked.
"I could check my deck..." Tracy said. But before she could draw a card, Bo switched to Thorn. The teen used his powers to conjure not just one, but multiple Tumbosaurs! Tracy approached the yellow one tentatively.

Last time the tumbosaur had been a good, but wild and almost frightening experience. They were just so beastlike, and now she had to ride one on her own? Tracy extended a hand to the plant beast.
"Ah... Good Tumbosaur..." The dino-plant sniffed at her hand, inching closer. Tracy smiled. "Heh. You're not so- eep!"

Just like the last one had, the Tumbosaur lunged forward! IUt used its head to flip Tracy onto its back, and the teen clutched onto the beast tightly.
"Wh... whew. Nice tumbosaur.... Whaaaaugh!" The tumbosaur bolted off, running after Mr. Miracle!
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Slums- Convenient Store
A... drone? That was it?

Akira watched as the machine drifted slowly out of view. Then, she heard it beep and activate something... there was someone in there! No sooner than she'd registered, the officer vaulted through the window. The crunch of her boots coincided with the crash of destroying machinery.

The latter drowned out the former, so whoever it was probably wasn't aware of her presence still. She crouched down to keep it that way. Akira then heard the voice of the drone's target. Sounded like a teenager. Though she took measures to keep herself hidden, she couldn't just sneak up on them and cause a scene. But, the Legionis would like to announce herself in a way that kept the situation more under control. She used a shelf as cover as she spoke.

"This is Officer Akira Howard of the Ark Police. Are you alright?"
 
V2

Frisk was not going, however several others- being Tracy, Kane, Boboiboy, and Miracle- were. The team seemed efficient enough. Boboiboy soon made mounts for each of them, referring to them as Tumbosaurs, and gestured for everyone to select one. V2 approached the orange Tumbosaur, scanning the creature closely.

Automated systems scanned for blood, and found none. Unfortunate. If the creature was felled in battle, it would not serve as an emergency fuel source. A shame, but not too much of an inconvenience. The machine carefully attempted to mount the plant-creature, before it lunged forward, putting the V model on it's back and charging in the same direction as Miracle went.

V2 held on, grabbing the Tumbosaur in a way they hoped wouldn't harm it. Settling into place wasn't hard, as the machine was an expert at manipulating their weight. From there, the machine began attempting to steer the large creature, however successfully or unsuccessfully it went.

"This was not the plan."
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Sapporo Bank
Soon after Miracle's departure, Boboiboy devised a way for everyone to make it to the factory quickly. With a quick switch to Thorn and a bit of effort, four Tumbosaurs emerged from the ground for the group to use. Kane's brow raised a bit at the sight, though the commander wasn't particularly startled by the carnivorous life forms – he was reminded of the wildlife Jason had described encountering on planet Stranga.

Without further hesitation, Kane walked up to the purple Tumbosaur, giving it a moment to recognize him as a non-threat prior to mounting it. The creature didn't seem to wait for him to do that, however, as its three tongues suddenly coiled around his torso, scooping the man onto the Tumbosaur's back before letting go.

"...Alright," Kane muttered, a slight grimace on his face. "Let's go."

The Tumbosaur took off shortly after the others, leaving only Kohaku waving the team off energetically. It was hard to match Thorn's own energy, though.

"Will do, Thorn! Good luck out there!"

Back inside the bank, Kyota gave Terrence a hearty nod. "Yuuup, bro. Kohaku said it would probably be better for her to stay at the hideout so she could be safe and get real familiar with the place. Something about how people usually introduce pets to their homes that way? Think she'll like it just as much as any other dog... or cat. Uh, I don't actually know what Tempura is."

Meanwhile, when Frisk asked Jin if he wanted to help in going through the collected information, the boy's eyes practically lit up. "Oh, of course. I wonder what kinds of things we'll be able to glean from this... It's sure to be useful, at any rate."

He followed the teen into one of the office spaces, where he was quick to grab a couple chairs and wipe some dust from the table in the middle of the room. Taking his seat, he looked to Frisk with an expectant smile. "Alright. What do we got?"​

City Slums – Ruined Convenience Store
"Huh...? Ark Police...?"

The out-of-sight teen's tone was reasonably apprehensive. After a brief pause, a metallic clang echoed throughout the convenience store, like something banging against the floor. Perhaps a weapon of some kind?

"Listen, lady, it's just a scratch. But if you're a Sumeragi cop, ya oughta know I already beat up one of your psychic buddies, and I ain't got no problem dealing with you too. So you better back off if you're thinkin' of shootin' me down, y'hear?"​


MISSION: FULGOR

Lights that bedazzle all who behold
Energy swells, anxious, waiting to burst
Animal's passion meets resolve of man



City Slums – Auto-Fab Plant Approach
Following Miracle's lead, the squad moved through the slums and towards their last target for the day. Passing by fallen billboards and decayed homes, the group came within view of the factory in a little under ten minutes.

A tall rectangular structure stood out amongst the surrounding buildings, stretching a few dozen feet up in the air. Unlike the previous factory, it lacked any industrial chimneys and was primarily colored in muted greens and greys. A steel wall surrounded the facility, though it was only about six feet tall, and the corners were slightly raised to accommodate a series of platforms, atop some sort of Sumeragi-built turret atop each one.

A lone gate was positioned on the northern entrance, which the group was approaching; though despite the institute's supposed reinforcements, no further defenses could be seen out here. However, the faint sound of people and robots beyond the wall could be heard from the group's position – which Miracle could soon confirm from his bird's-eye view as a good fifteen or twenty soldiers and bots gathered in the auto-fab plant.

Several buildings acted as good cover for the group to dismount, only a hundred feet off from the factory or so. Kane's Tumbosaur stopped near an alleyway, the commander a bit more comfortable now that he was off the beast's back. Drawing his Blaster Rifle, he glanced towards the factory for a moment before looking back to the others.

"Gated off... Any suggestions?"​
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Boboiboy - Thorn


As they approached the gate to the factory, Thorn 'Ooh'd' and 'Ahh'd' the building, continuing forward to match Kane, who decided to dismount his Tumbosaur. The purple headed creature seemed to be growing restless, the reeds on the back of its head rattling with discontent, looking about their environment. Was it hungry? Maybe, from the way it was salivating. Thorn didn't really seem to notice though, finger on his cheek as his eyes looked the structure up and down.

"Welllll we could climb that gate thingy, but then those big guns would go kabalam and we become a past tense."

Thinking seemed not to come naturally to him, as crossed his arms and closed his eyes tightly shut, dubious humming for thoughts to enter his head.

"Vee-vee and I could maybe break some of those gun bois with lotsa speed." He gestured to V2. "Or maybe I can bug Solar and Quake for options, they'd know what to do in a time like this."
 

Tracy Rinehart​


Tracy pulled her Tumbosaur to a stop next to Kane's and Thorn's.
"Good Tumbosaur. Well done." Tracy said, petting the beast as she dismounted. The girl knelt down, looking around the corner of the alleyway to the Auto-Fabrication Plant. Steel walls, only 6 feet tall. Turrets on the corners of the walls. A single gated entrance. Tracy's main concerns were the turrets. The last factory hadn't had that. What type of turret were they? Did they have some sort of detection software? If they did, they would be finished before they even began.

God, what Tracy would do for a pair of binoculars right now. Add that to the list of equipment she could use. She checked her phone. 45 minutes since they busted out of the weapons factory. How fast could Sumeragi respond to these attacks, analyze what happened? Maybe they still had time.

"You remember that Sumeragi soldier we pranked, Thorn?" Tracy asked the teen. "I still have his ID card. Sumeragi hadn't deactivated it yet, so we used it to sneak into the Weapons Factory."

Tracy shook her head.
"It might open the gate, but to what. A yard full of Sumeragi troops, probably." Tracy said. "We blow the turrets, even quickly and simultaneously, someone is probably going to notice."
The girl activated her duel disk, drawing her cards. Eisbahn, Mother Grizzly, Penguin Ninja, Penguin Torpedo, and Poison of the Old Man. A good hand.

"I like a stealthy approach, but I don't know how we can do that here." Tracy said. She began to chew on her thumbnail nervously. "The best move might be to hit them hard and fast, in a blitz.
 
V2

They had arrived at the auto-fab, and V2 dismounted their Tumbosaur. The creatures were remarkably loyal. Kane asked about planning, and Boboiboy suggested a speedy rush of the facility- gesturing to V2 as he did so- which Tracy concurred with. V2's own analysis agreed with the rest of them- a quick attack would be essential.

"I agree, a rapid assault is the best course of action, especially since the Sumeragi is on high alert. The faster we complete our mission, the less time they have to call for reinforcements." The machine's mind went to Ghiaccio. That had gone incredibly poorly, and the Sumeragi apparently had even more forces of a similar level.

The machine also thought of their predecessor. It was highly unlikely that they would send V1 on another mission so early, as they were likely refueling and giving a report as of current. However, the possibility had to be considered. V2 went over tactics in their mind, considering all their previous encounters. They had to be ready.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Slums
Akira's X-Baton shifted into its original state.

"Not Sumeragi. I'm one of the people trying to overthrow them."

After introducing herself, the officer finally stepped out from behind the shelf. Her free hand was raised to signal nonhostility, and her right loosely gripped her baton. After a second, her hand went up to her helmet, and she doffed it to look the kid in the eye earnestly.

"If that drone saw you, they will probably send a force to comb the area. We should move."
 

DevVoid

Previously Deathstalker62
Mr. Miracle
Far above the clouds did he soar, flying freely like a bird until Miracle could just barely make out the place he had found; practically a fortress with how armed to the teeth it was, the factory stood out like a sore thumb from his view, especially the closer he ended up diving. Mid-barreling straight downwards however, his body was enveloped in his magical energy once more as he popped through a lower-hovering cloud - and upon exit, where there was once a man, there'd now been but a humble magpie in his place. A simple disguise that always worked when it came to scouting; everyone knows the evil, mischievous bastards that these types of avians are, after all.

His feathered form went into a glide as his wings spread out, arms held as extended as he could as Terry flew and dove above the factory to get every angle he could. His gaze fell upon the vast amount of turrets laid out, evidently to keep intruders out. But he also knew that these things could not have been connected to whatever generator lay inside the building (because while he didn't know the details of Sumeragi machines, he made the blind guess that industrial generators would probably drown these sentries with electricity.) Rather, there HAD to be some kind of external generator or form of powerbox to be found around here.

If he could find it? Well, Hagen already had a quite-powerful blast of magic bubbling up past his closed beak, ready to launch it at his target to demolish the external power supply in a blaze of prismatic, sparkling glory compacted into a magic-based grenade. If he found no such thing, however, he'd just simply fly over and transform again before landing, opting to join up with his crew earlier than later. It was something he'd do either way, but the latter meant they'd have to find a different way to shut down the heavy amount of automated security present.
 
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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

FRISK DREEMURR

—Sapporo Bank, Day 2 Afternoon—
(Intro co-written w/ Blue)

Frisk smirked, appreciating how eager Jin. He again reminded her of Gregory in basically everything but name. The kid even looked like Greg back in middle school. Actually it was a little uncanny... Frisk let out a small chuckle, thinking on the comparison as she took a seat on an office chair while Jin took the other.

The boy's head tilted slightly at Frisk's chuckle, Jin thinking for a moment before he blushed a little bit.

“O-oh, sorry if I act too excited. It's not every day you get to see information like this straight from the source. Not to mention I like to research a lot...”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Frisk said, shaking her head with humor. “I wasn’t laughing at you, just... Well, you remind me a lot of a friend of mine. His name’s Gregory. You two would get along really well, I bet.”

“You think? Guess he must prefer the indoors and reading like I do, huh... It'd be nice to meet him, if he even is anywhere near here. As great as all my friends are, they don't usually share my interests.”

That gave Frisk pause. Did Greg feel that way, too? It wasn’t that unbelievable... she and Terrence, and with the inclusion of Rian, Sadie, and Fuku (maybe even Trinity too) into the main friend group... he was a major outlier. It didn't help that things were so strained between him and Sadie.

...

When Frisk got back, she’d need to put more effort into spending time with Greg. Better her than the influence of Layla. Greg was really toeing the line of good and evil right now. She couldn’t ignore him.

“Well, speaking of interests, let’s indulge in some edification,” Frisk wagged her phone before she got into it, holding it on the desk so the both of them could see it clearly. Jin was eager to do just that.

They got into the meat and potatoes of the first image. Frisk was so thankful that Trinity had gotten her this new phone, its camera quality was amazing. So much better than the old flip phone Frisk had been using. Getting such crisp images (you could even ZOOM IN and still make things out!) would have been an impossibility on the old device.

Thank god Jin had been able to repair it.

First image: Mission Reports. The first part of it was a mission called “Bring Back The Muse” listed as a failure. It detailed how Gunvolt had been killed in a final battle with Sumeragi, but it seemed he’d taken out one of Sumeragi’s leaders too. Only the leader of Q.U.I.L.L. came back. What was really interesting, though, was the bit about someone named ‘Copen.’ He used ‘Greed Snatcher’ bullets, and those somehow had the ability to temporarily disable Septimal abilities.

Now THAT was really something. Even more interesting was that it was based on a ‘Magnetic Arts’ septima. That’s exactly what the device on top of the tower she’d infiltrated was called. If it could do that... was it possible that the blast had killed Blade? Frisk didn’t remember seeing the woman at any point after that big boom. Or did it even disable septimas? Whatever the case was, it seemed to be tied into the idea of disabling a septima.

Frisk moved on to the next file; ‘Kaleidoscope,’ a successful mission, which took place prior to Gunvolt’s death. It was mostly fluff - until Copen appeared again. There was more about what he could do. He could replicate septimas and turn them against their users. Was it possible Copen was still around? Or, at least, was his equipment? If they could get ahold of any of his gear, then Sumeragi would be one step closer to being screwed.

Attached was an image of Copen (it was labeled as such in the file, that’s how she knew). For a moment, Frisk was immediately struck with familiarity. Not because she knew him, but because he looked like an older version of Krashna. The only difference was the expression. Copen wore a focused, determined expression. Krashna’s usually consisted of sneers and fury. Their postures, their hair color and styles, even their face structures seemed similar. Copen had been fighting both Sumeragi and QUILL when he’d appeared in these files. He hated adepts all around, and sought to kill them all.

Frisk doubted he was a friendly, or heroic person.


The next picture was the file attached to the ‘Bring Back The Muse’ mission report. Jin had finished reading the page before Frisk, so she didn’t have to wait on him to progress.

An article about a ‘Glaive.’ Some kind of weapon that suppressed septimas. Was it designed based on Copen’s tech? Apparently these glaives were holding back an adept using them. Without its suppressant, the adept would ‘transform.’ That was called an ‘Armed Phenomenon.’ Blade hadn’t transformed in any way in their fight... and if she had a glaive, that meant she’d been forcibly held back.

That was a terrifying thought.

There was another article, one Frisk paid more attention to. ‘Magnetic Arts.’ It was here that something new was mentioned, something called a ‘Lifewave’ that seemed to be like a kind of lifeline between an adept and their septima. The Magnetic Arts could disrupt that connection, separating an adept from their powers for a moment.

So what was the point of Sumeragi’s Magnetic Arts machine? Was it supposed to be a safeguard against enemy adepts, the few that seemed to exist? Did Demerzel plan to steal away the powers of those under it? Could it disrupt more than an adept's powers? What if it could disable Frisk’s connection to her SOUL? She’d need to ponder on it.

Frisk moved on to Lifewave Research (conveniently right after learning about its existence properly. If it had been mentioned before, she hadn’t remembered).

The Lifewave page gave an idea of adept categorization based upon their septima. 1st to 3rd stages were called ‘Primordial’ and seemed to just be regular people and animals. Frisk thought back on the chart Mr. Black had shown her for categorizing ‘Magical Aptitude’ not that long ago. Those were based upon Star categorization. ‘Class M’ were people with no magical aptitude or active SOULs. Animals were considered equivalent to that, too.

4th stage adepts were called ‘Tetrad,’ consisting of spiritualists and ‘ESP’ users. So probably weak, relatively speaking. Identical to the next Magical Aptitude of Class K, which were people weak and inefficient with magic.

5th stage adepts were called ‘Quinary,’ which were just stronger versions of Tetrad, same as Class G magic-users. Then were 6th stage adepts: ‘Senary.’ Their description was vague, Frisk thought. They left a mark on history and were regarded as ‘Saints’ and ‘Spiritual Beasts,’ whatever that meant. She supposed it could be reflected by Class F magic-users, those were the most common type of magic-using opponents she’d fought.

Finally was the 7th stage: ‘Septima.’ So all those before hadn’t been? Just spiritual or psychic-esque stuff? This was what an Adept truly was, down from the weakest to the strongest. So really it wasn’t all that comparable to Magical Aptitude. Still, continuing with that idea, next would have been Class A magic-users, which were essentially a cut above the rest and masters of their SOULs. Class B was even higher for those that could be considered the best of the best of the best, which boiled down essentially to a number of people in the entire world you could count on one hand, one of them being Asgore.

There were three other Magical Aptitude classes, but they weren’t really a known quantity. Class O was theoretical for essentially those with god-like power. Frisk hadn’t told Black about her past ability to destroy and create timelines, but figured that would qualify for Class O. Class T was for people who could use magic despite having no SOUL, like Flowey. Class S essentially just represented Demon and the Empty, since they used some form of unknown ebony magic. And finally was Class X, which were individuals that couldn’t be classified under any other class. The ‘unknown’ quantity.

The rest of the article retread ground Frisk had read last night, but she did find this ‘septimosome’ interesting. Something earlier had mentioned it could be manipulated or even surgically extracted (if she had read it right). Did that mean adepts were born with some kind of new organ? The septimosome?

Frisk moved onto the next image, under a file simply called ‘Journal.’ Had it been written by Moniqa? It seemed that way, the entry was mostly just the author venting their frustrations about the situation. Seemed Gunvolt was the glue that held it together, and now they were ‘in a hole they can’t dig themselves out of.’ Frisk had seen the result of their defiance. They’d been buried in that hole.

The entry gave a name to QUILL’s leader. Referring to him as ‘Asimov’ was a lot easier than ‘Sheeps Leader’ which Frisk thought was a little silly, but whatever. The next image continued with the journal entry, detailing more of Moniqa’s dialogue. She was the only human in QUILL, among a team of adepts. There was really nothing else there but a stronger insight to who Moniqa once was. Frisk reached into her pocket and pulled out Moniqa Albrecht’s ID. Poor lady, wanted to fight for the oppressed, moved from Germany to Japan to do it, only to wind up...

Frisk set the ID down and rubbed at her eyes, leaning back in her chair as she breathed in a deep sigh. There were a few more images to go. “Just digesting...” she assured Jin, taking a moment to think it all over before she lowered her hands and leaned forward, moving on to the next picture.

“Project Gunvolt.”

Should be an interesting one—and it was.

The septimosome of the original Azure Striker had been surgically removed, and it was used to create identical adepts. The Gunvolt that had died for QUILL’s goals was a kidnapped orphan, inducted at the age of nine. He was the first recorded success of the experiments. Asimov broke him out and he joined QUILL under the name ‘Gunvolt’ because he couldn’t remember his real name.

Some of that, Frisk had already known a little about from all the other stuff she’d been learning. This article, however, filled in most of the gaps and gave her a fuller picture of who Gunvolt had been. No other successes had been recorded after him, at least since the files had been updated. Frisk had a strong feeling Blade was a product of Project Gunvolt. She had the same powers described, after all. Yet Sumeragi wanted GV’s for the sake of limitless energy to use. Blade didn’t seem to be a battery for Sumeragi, so clearly their intent for the project changed when Demerzel took over.

Frisk had no idea for the other Falcons, but Blade specifically could have been taken in like the other subjects. Her unquestioning devotion to Sumeragi and Demerzel made more sense now. Similar to most members of the Messiah, she had been taken in and brainwashed from an early age.

All of the people that Frisk knew who’d turned against the Messiah had all been people already wanting out, or wanting change. She’d never managed to convert anybody with a strong and unwavering loyalty. Of course, her opportunities were few and far between, and her attempts even less so. If Blade could be converted, that would be fine - but Frisk doubted it. Blade would end up like Blink, Blind, Warmth, Psycho, or Amphis and Baena.

That’s how it always went in Frisk’s experience, anyway.

The final image was for a file titled “The Muse,” which Frisk didn’t think could be as insightful or interesting as the others, but she read anyway. Turns out, it did fill in some gaps and pose other questions. The Muse had been the manifestation of a septima, and it was intended to be weaponized by Sumeragi as a means of essentially enslaving adepts worldwide. The Muse’s songs could do that, but localized, such singing could apparently boost an adept’s capabilities. Frisk briefly thought about a Messiah lieutenant named Blue, a member of the Italian sect. Gregory had encountered him during his own adventure while Frisk was in France. The man was able to play music and passively boost his allies through his Loyalty SOUL (the music-playing was cosmetic, he could give the boost without it).

So had Sumeragi succeeded in obtaining a power similar to the Muse? Is that the reason for Blade’s loyalty, instead of simple indoctrination? Come to think of it, Frisk was pretty confident that there wasn’t a single adept fighting back against Sumeragi in the modern day, not since QUILL’s defeat, Gunvolt’s death being the catalyst. There was no telling when Azimov had died, but it seemed pretty obvious that his end had been the end of QUILL as well. Even if he hadn’t died, old age would have caught up with him by now.

If there really was some kind of mind controlling going on... that changed everything. Like, LITERALLY everything.

Frisk set down her phone and leaned back again, crossing her arms over her chest as she thought. The biggest takeaways from the intel gathered were obvious. Copen’s technology, its connection with Magnetic Arts, the existence and potential of septimosomes (and literal human cloning, to a lesser extent), and of course the powers of the Muse and what that implied. These files were from a very long time ago. Sumeragi definitely didn’t just drop the whole thing when Joule died, that wouldn’t make sense.

If Blade was the modern product of Project Gunvolt, and the Magnetic Arts machine a byproduct of Copen’s technology, then there was most likely something that served as the modern Muse. Definitely not Ghiaccio or V1. Or that bear T’s group had fought. Maybe the next encounter at the factory the away team was headed to?

...No, that didn’t make sense. Sumeragi would hold a new Muse tightly to their chest. Either Demerzel itself could be the Muse, or something very close to it was.

“Hey Jin...” Frisk looked over at the boy after they’d both properly stewed on all that intel. “How likely do you think Sumeragi has a muse that’s... controlling the minds of all those adepts?”

 
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ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Auto-Fab Plant
Miracle's quick search of the factory's exterior, unfortunately, didn't reveal any power generators or the like for him to blast to smithereens. However, it did give him a close-up look of the factory and its walls. The facility seemed to be built partially into the ground, with the back half noticeably lower than the front. As far as entry points went, the main gate was the most obvious – though there also seemed to be a series of vents built into the western side of the building, a good twelve feet off the ground or so.

Unlike the rest of the compound, those didn't seem to be in the best condition. One of the vents appeared to be slightly loose, and a dense net of spider webs covered part of the vents' interior, as well as bits of the surrounding ones.

Shortly after V2 provided his input on tactics, Miracle touched back down near the group. With everyone properly gathered up, Kane spoke up once more.

"It seems the general consensus is to attack as quickly as possible. Fine by me – we'll have a better chance at both getting in and getting out, minimizing enemy response and reinforcements."

He looked out towards the factory, noting the scattered piles of rubble in the nearby streets, dislodged from decaying buildings. It provided a bit of additional cover on their approach to the northern gate.

"I'll get as close as I can first, then draw the turrets' fire however I can. That should give you all an opening to either destroy them or get past the wall. Whatever you choose, make your move quickly."

Having established his role in the plan, Kane moved out from behind the building, keeping low to the ground and using the scattered rubble as cover. The commander made it a bit over halfway to the gate before he hit the last piece of cover, where he turned around and gave the team a quick hand signal.

Following that, he raised an arm towards the auto-fabrication plant – and let loose a grenade from his arm-mounted launcher.

The projectile struck the side of one of the turrets, unleashing a brief orange explosion and leaving some cracks on the turret's metal exterior. Both it and the nearest turret (on the other corner of the wall) turned towards where Kane was hidden, before they both unleashed a barrage of green plasma shots at the man. The rubble in the way took some of the fire, though it was steadily wearing down.

Beyond the wall, a commotion began to break out amongst the Sumeragi troops, evidently readying up for battle.​

City Slums – Ruined Convenience Store
Akira's words gave the teen pause. When she stepped out of cover, the officer found herself staring down a roughly sixteen-year old boy, his face mostly obscured by a black cap and black face mask. He had green eyes and medium-length brown hair, and he held an aluminum bat with an intricate black shard of some kind embedded at the tip. Small cuts and burns were visible on his arms and legs, having torn through his grey hoodie and lavender sweatpants.

"...Fine. Guess if ya really were Sumeragi, you would've tried to kill me already," he huffed, placing his bat in a carrying case slung behind his back, next to a blue backpack he also carried. Some other long metal object seemed to be sticking out from it.

Cautiously, he approached Akira. "Heard 'bout what ya did yesterday at the wall. I take it you've got more than that baton to put down Sumeragi soldiers with, right?"​

Sapporo Bank
The collected information was, undoubtedly, a lot to digest. A tiering system, possible countermeasures against Adepts, and further insight into the past... but also a failed resistance, artificial Adept experimentation, and now the prospect of The Muse's mind control. Even Jin, who'd been initially eager to get into the intel, was now left feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Honestly?" Jin said, turning to face Frisk. "Before today, it's not something I would have really considered. There could be other explanations for the way they act towards us, but... from what I've heard, Sumeragi once maintained friendly relations with humans before suddenly turning against us, rebranding us as Minos. With Sumeragi's technology and scope, especially the aspects we just learned about, a mind-controlling Muse could certainly explain such a thing."

The boy thought on the idea for a little longer, looking down and putting a hand to his mouth, muttering to himself. "But, then... her... and also... could it be a coincidence...?"

He looked to Frisk again. For some reason, he seemed a little sheepish. "Um, Frisk, have you by any chance heard of the... Muse of Hope?"​
 
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Tracy Rinehart​


Oh god they were really doing it.

This time, it was different. The first battle Tracy had been in here was spontaneous. Tracy hadn't had time to prepare, or really realize what was happening, until she was in the thick of it. And back in the Armament Factory, they had gone in with the hope they could get through without fighting at all. But here, they were the ones taking the offense in the battle. The realization struck the duelist all at once, and she put a hand on the wall to steady herself. Her face went pale.


"...Whatever you choose, make your move quickly." Kane said. The commander- soldier? Warrior moved from their cover. Tracy couldn't stay here. Tracy forced her shaking legs to move. She darted to the opposite side of the street from Kane, moving up from cover to cover at the same rate he was.

Tracy ducked behind a pile of rubble. She could feel her heart quicken, her blood pumping, her breathing quicken. Simple biology. Her Sympathetic Nervous System, responding to the stress of the situation. The anticipation of the fight. It was something that she had felt often, and the realization disturbed her. This sensation was the same she felt before a big dueling test at the Academy, the same she felt before those Shadow Duels with the Raiders. And now the same before a real battle, in a real war zone. From innocent to lethal situations, the stress response was the same.

Breath.

Play the game.

Tracy drew a card from her deck. Kane signaled for the group, then attacked! He launched a grenade at one of the turrets, damaging it, but not out of commission. The two opened fire at Kane's cover, and from her own cover, Tracy began her play. She placed a card on her duel disk. Next to her, a familiar monster appeared. The rotund, missile shape of Penguin Torpedo.
"Attack the damaged turret." Tracy whispered to the monster.

Penguin Torpedo dove into the ground. A ripple flowed on the ground towards the damaged turret, like something moving quickly under the water's surface. Suddenly, the torpedo monster shot out of the ground towards the turret Kane had damaged! It attempted to detonate itself against the damaged turret. If its attack was successful in at least damaging the turret, another affect of the card would activate. Icy wind from the destroyed monster would flow over to the second turret, and for a moment, the second turret would stop firing!

Back behind her cover, Tracy set two more cards face down on her duel disk.

Feeling stressed.
No wounds.

Hand: 3 cards
Field: Penguin Torpedo (will be destroyed if attack is successful)
Spell/Trap Zone: 2 cards
Grave: None
Banished: None
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Boboiboy - Thorn


Looks like it was unanimous, they were going to strike quick and strong. Kane moved in first to set the scene, Tracy setting up...something. Thorn turned to the Tumbosaurs.

"Alright guys, it's gonna be a tough one! We gotta go up there and rough up some turrets and some bad guys! Is everyone ready to do their part??"

The Tumbosaurs seemed to be spacing out, salivating. One of them caught a whiff of something, turning off to the side and salivating. The others cocked their head and turned to where it faced. It made a reptilian-esk cry before darting off in that direction, the others following it. Thorn was left in silence, the wind being heard blowing past them.

Turning around, he sweated a bit, waving a hand down dismissively. "Heh...I'm sure they'll be fine."

The sound of a distant car alarm and clanging metal made him sweat harder, briskly and stiffly walking away from the sound.

"Yeah...totally fine."

Plan Tumbo-tacular is out the window, before I could give them names and deep character motivating backstories too! Hmmm...hmmmm! Maybe I could get help from Stormy for this. He likes breaking stuff fast. Sounds good me, you are a genius!

Taking his power watch, he pressed a button on it before flipping setting to select a red thunderbolt icon.

"Elemental Dual Split!"

The green and red icons of Thorn and Thunderstorm appeared, and out of the red symbol, Thunderstorm manifested, the sigils disappearing. Thunderstorm glared predatorily at the turret platforms above. Thorn gave him a thumbs up as he interrupted his gaze.

"You can go do your thing, I'll support you!"

Thunderstorm didn't look Thorn's way. Instead, he flashed two red broadswords into being, one in each hand. Leaping up in a red blur, he brought both broadswords to bare, thrusting them one after another forwards, the blades flying at two of the turrets: the undamaged one firing at Kane, and a second further away one. When they'd reach their mark-

THOOOOM!

Red lightning would strike down from the sky, washing over the two turrets to annihilate them. Thunderstorm wasn't playing around, already generating a new pair of blades. Meanwhile down on the ground, Thorn had generated two green Pom-poms, jumping up and down in different cheering poses.

"Go-Go Thunder! Show 'em a storm! Break'em down good! Something rhyming with orm!"

He was giving support. Moral support.
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

FRISK DREEMURR

—Sapporo Bank, Day 2 Afternoon—

Muse of Hope? So, what, was Joule not the only muse? A title implied multiple muses, and given he’d just read the same thing as her, he obviously wasn’t talking about the dead muse. “Uh, no,” Frisk said. “Well, just the... Muse girl in the files we just read.”

Chara had appeared again, sitting on the table, her legs swinging as she listened intently with supreme interest.

“You’re saying there’s more muses?”

???

—Auto-Fab Plant, Day 2 Afternoon—

You’d think he’d have been found out by now. It wasn’t like he was wearing something dark, but these guys really weren’t that different from the fine villainous folks back home. He peered through the vent in the duct, watching a Sumeragi patrol walk by. Just a few.

He hadn’t been here for very long, but when he’d appeared... he got the strangest feeling that he was supposed to come here. Like something was telling him that somebody would need his help, and soon. So, of course, as you do, he implicitly obeyed this gut feeling and crawled into the vents all by his lonesome. No back-up, no allies, no knowledge...

Yeah, this was his element. Actually, it was kind of exciting, it felt like the old days back when he’d had to do everything alone.

He felt a sudden vibration before the sound reached him. Dull and muffled, but unmistakably an explosion. The Sumeragi patrol shouted something before they started to jog around a corner. That explosion... it had to be the people he was supposed to help, right?

They’d want inside of this place, he was sure of it. So maybe, before he even knew who they were, he could help them get in. Must be some kind of control room or something, he could open up a door, let them in. Also say hi. This feeling he had, about needing to be here to help total strangers... he felt like they probably didn’t have the same feeling overcoming them.

They might attack him on sight... wouldn’t be the first time. Actually, that’s how he made friends in his line of work. Seriously, people could be very reasonable once they’re not trying to kill you any more.

Placing his hand on the vent cover, he quietly pulled it off. It gave way easily to his strength, and he set it aside. “Just be you, what can go wrong?” he muttered to himself, slipping out of the newly made hole. “Famous last words, knowing my luck...”
 
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