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Post by Will O. Wisp on Nov 18, 2019 17:17:28 GMT -8
Will was continuing directing more people into the buses and out of the town. He is impressed on well behaved everyone has been. Although apparently Will hears distressed crying in the distance. He stops and checks to see what is going on. He sees a mother trying to calm down their little girl who is crying. Seeing the cat man in front of her she calms down a bit but tears still fill her eyes.
"What's wrong little girl?" Will O. Wisp asked. "What's going to happen once the storm gets here, will the animals be all right, our house? Do we have to move again?" she says. It's understandable that a young child is scared of such things, especially something a lot of people are scared of, change. So Will needed to be delicate about this, he needed to assure her that everything is going to be all right. So he puts his hands on her shoulder and gives her a thumbs up and says "Do not worry, we have the best and brightest on our side, we're going to make sure nothing happens to any of your homes or the animals. Everything will be just the same once you get back, you have my word on that!" The little girl wipes her eyes and smiles. "Thank you a feel a little better," she says. "You have a great way with children mister," the mother says. "Thank you miss, and between you and me little girl, I am actually a powerful martial artist on a top-secret mission, but don't tell anyone okay," Will whispers. The little girl then puts the motion on her fingers to show that she zips them tight. "Alright let leave Mr. Martial Artist alone and get on the bus," the mother says a joking manner. As they got on the bus Will stops for a bit to enjoy what he just did, of course, all of this just shows how there will be so many good people losing all that they've known if they all fail. They can't fail they won't fail, and he'll do all that he can to make sure that they succeed. He then continues to direct the traffic of the buses and making sure everyone gets in a calm and orderly fashion. After all of those buses were filled. After about an hour has passed he went to do a last-minute check to see if absolutely everyone on any of the beaches is gone. He even helps any animals he could find along the way to leave, from strays that he helps place on the same platforms Kiryu made to get people out of here, to birds who can't abandon their nests as uses his Flying Nimbus to quickly and carefully fly the mama bird and their nest to a tree far from the city. It seems he has done all he could do on his end and then some. Guess this means he can finally change out of this uniform, although he should probably hold onto it just in case he may need to use it again, he paid money for it anyway. He then comes to a top of a building to watch out over the horizon to keep an eye out for the shark's massive fin. He sets up a blanket on the ground and sits down to take a break. While a lot of that wasn't tedious work for someone of his health and toned body, that costume wasn't really made to be worn by cat people so it was really stuff so he's glad to be out of it. Besides, he needs to be on full energy before he battles the shark so he needs to eat a hearty meal. Resting well and eating well is a part of the Turtle School's way after all. Melody and Kiryu have seemed to have been doing well on their end, he hopes that Bass and that Duke of Satan have completely fortified the island barrier. Although he is unsure how a giant wall of sandbags will be able to help, it might slow it down a bit but they will see soon. He is just glad that he can be here to help everyone here in their time of need. Maybe there is a chance for this old cat to get back to his prime. Then he can be an even bigger help to the Earth he cares about so much. Until then he must wait until the literal biggest challenge he has ever faced is swimming towards them at great speed. Word Count: 764 Total Word Count: 3171 QWC: 3241/7000 Tags: Cayle Pota , Melody , Bass , Duke Satan , Kiryu
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Post by Duke Satan on Nov 20, 2019 4:11:06 GMT -8
"Yes, yes, the Southern Islands, get here as soon as you're able, I'll be waiting, you can't miss me..."
The Duke of Satan spent the last minute or so making call after call to recruit help for their mission. It is a fact of life that, while travelling across the planet in search of the most powerful martial artists he could find, he has managed to find a lot of allies and acquire a lot of contacts. More often than not, his travels would necessitate offering help to people in need, something the Duke would always be overjoyed to do, and he'd always make sure to remind the people he's helped that all he needs is a favor. He's been saving those favors for when he finally gathers the capital and resources needed to start his Satan City project, but it shouldn't hurt to call in a few of them for this mission. After all, people in the city are in serious need.
The Duke lowered his cell phone and was about to go back to tossing sand bags yet again, only to receive a question from Bass. The Namekian asserted that he was dying from boredom and asked the towering human on which bag tossing style he should try from now on. Catapult style? Plow or frisbee style? Maybe soccer style, or monkey style? The question solicited a brief chuckle from the Earthling - he walked back to the pile of sandbags and began throwing them one after the other, while responding:
"My friend, when you have such a variety of styles under your belt, the only option I can offer you is try them all at once! Toss one bag like a monkey, the other like a frisbee, and see which one of them leaves you more giggity! Or treat it as training and find a way to exercise as many of your muscles while you're working here!"
He couldn't exactly relate to the blue Namekian's woes. Sand bag tossing hasn't gotten on his nerves just yet, and while he could certainly understand why Bass or any other person would get bored from doing the same thing over and over again... a strong martial artist needs to learn to suppress these base urges, doesn't he? It is only through this discipline, self-control and tenacity can you unlock the truly astounding strength which ki arts can bestow you.
Bass's other question was a lot more interesting, however. The Namekian was interested in the Duke's goals, or, more specifically, why was martial arts the goal he has set out for his life? And not practicing martial arts and becoming a god amongst men himself, even if, according to the Namekian, he clearly had the fortitude - merely "promoting" martial arts, seeking out those who have already unlocked their talent and aiming to bring them to a haven where they can improve together? For Bass, who saw strength and improvement as natural, it appeared odd, difficult to understand, and he could understand why.
The Duke tossed a yet another sandbag and responded simply:
"Have you heard of Mark Satan, a martial artist from hundreds of years ago?"
Surely, Bass must have heard of a legend as notorious as this one. His exploits are legendary and the name which he made for himself as Earth's most powerful martial artist of all time remains known for many generations. Some mean voices may try to downplay his greatness and fortitude, but the Duke had no interest in the words of jealous bastards.
"If my name has not yet given that away, I am a member of his lineage. He is my grandfather with God knows how many great- prefixes added on top. And not only does his blood still course through my veins... I have been acquainted with the full extent of his exploits from a very early age."
Stopping to throw for a second, the Duke glanced towards the horizon, a faint smile forming on his face.
"Mark Satan and all the other great warriors from Earth's martial artist lineage... they and their exploits are spectacular. And even though I could never repeat them, I was enamoured by them. After all, who needs science, magic, movies or books, when the most mind boggling feats you could possibly think of are here, on this planet, wielded by men and women with nothing but great effort and training in their name, and all you need to do to witness them is to get out there and find them... That's what I have been doing for many years, and that's what eventually pushed me to think up of the Satan City project. Because someone needs to get out there and help Earth's martial arts reach their highest possible caliber, to extract all of this potential and put it on display - and who else is more fitting for such a duty than the descendant of Mr. Satan, the man who inspired generations of young martial artists worldwide?"
Just imagine what unimaginable feats martial artists could achieve if, instead of being limited to small groups of vagabonds and solo travellers, they all joined together in one place where they could help draw out the full extent of each other's potential. Would they be able to develop reality warping feats such as teleportation, faster than light travel, manipulation of matter and reality itself?.. Would their attacks become so powerful that the entire planet would tremble in their wake? That curiosity was the Duke's true goal.
Helicopters and machines began to buzz on and above the island - out of the woodwork, bulldozers were driving in, pulling in massive heaps of sandbags and driving them towards the ocean, piles were being depleted by helicopter nets from the air. Bass and Duke were no longer alone in their effort to build a barrier of sandbags - the pilots hailed the towering Earthling with their hands, the bulldozer drivers waved towards the man, all of them recalling the times when this descendant of the Satan Family came across them and lent his support for whatever problem they were facing.
"Huzzah!" the Duke yelled. "Come on, faster, faster! This is the final stretch, everyone!"
[Words: 1028 / 3233]
[Mission WC Total: 2609 / 5000]
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Post by Melody on Nov 20, 2019 20:27:40 GMT -8
After an hour, the A team was making progress in evacuating the entire beach, and the business owners that were on the coast were included in the process. Massive scores of people were safely moved to a secure location, in the commotion, there were looters taking advantage of the disarray of the entire evacuation operation, and the news crews were filming the events as they unfolded while keeping a safe distance away. After Melody dropped off the last platform of people she was stopped by a large heavy set man, who tagged her down from across the street, and he was out of breath for a minute before he straightened up. “Hello! Miss, I appreciate that you stopped for me, sorry to interrupt. My name is Carlos Alfonso de la Reyes, proud owner of Taco King, known all throughout South City, and a strong believer that food should not be wasted. I have an entire order for five hundred guests for a beach wedding that was evidently cancelled due to the typhoon warning and I was hoping to donate it to the people involved in the evacuation efforts. If you can just spare a moment, my crew will place everything on the platform and you can bring it to the others, is that fair?”The Duchess was a proud land owner in the Western Lands, she knew the importance of food, and she strongly agreed with Alfonso to avoid such a waste in catered food. With a smile she simply nodded in response, lowering the empty platform from over her head, and placing it in the middle of the street. In no time at all, Taco King employees scrambled to place tables on the platform, along with an assortment of food. There was a build your own taco station, trays of burritos wrapped in foil, fajitas, nachos, carne asada steak french fries, all delectable high end ingredient gourmet food from the smell alone. A salsa station with wide selection of options was set up, pickled garlic, pico de gallo, diced onions, diced cilantro, limes, whole pickled yellow peppers, sliced jalapeños, fried tortilla chips, and roasted red peppers. Once everything was loaded on, Melody carried the platform over back to the beach, from the last time she looked at the B Team they were barely making progress. Perhaps that mountain idea Bass had would have better by placing it on the beach as a protective barrier but she shrugged the thought; it would take too long to find a suitable uninhabited mountain to pluck off the earth by the time the shark arrived. With an hour left on the timer, along with the innocent people tucked away safely further inland, the surprise of a quick meal before impending doom arrived. The platform was laid down on the sand, it disappeared with the tables of catered trays landing safely on the sand, Kiryu could not afford to concentrate on the object materialization any longer if he desired to preserve his magic. In the distance, Melody witnessed a blue streak in the air, she narrowed her eyes to squint, and realized it was Bass piling a massive wall of sandbags before falling on his back. The namekian was too quick, the government agents were not filling them fast enough, and more help was necessary to complete the task. Based on Duke Satan delivering orders, he might have had a hand in making it all possible, and the responsibility was removed from the B Team to continue building a wall to prevent the waves from engulfing the city. She half expected their combined efforts would have resulted in a massive sand castle wall and was a little bit disappointed that they lacked the creativity of forming such a fortress. When Kiryu and Will returned she motioned them over towards the food, “Good job you two, I scored us an entire King Taco banquet that was meant for five hundred guests for a beach wedding today. The owner felt it would be a waste of food so he donated it to all of us, the government agents...and whoever this new crew of people are. So help yourselves, might as well have a belly full before we clash with a titan.”There were jugs of water, soda, and other drinks in small glass bottles to choose from as well. Melody took a plate and placed six burritos on it and picked up two bottles of water. The Duchess walked over to Bass who was having some kind of conversation about being stronger and overheard some of what Duke Satan was saying but she did not understand any of it. She was not the type to waste time listening to bedtime stories, past experiences, or history because none of it mattered to the present or the future. People are responsible for their own destiny and she was a strong believer that taking action was more important that spewing out empty words of past grandeur. Melody stepped up between both seven foot tall men, she stood a mere five feet ten inches, and with her wetshoed feet under the sand it was even less. This green haired woman was not intimidated in the slightest by the height difference and she handed Bass a plate of five warm foil wrapped burritos, recalling their first meeting when he had four on him which he shared with her, and also handed him a 1 litre water bottle she had tucked under her arm. “Your favorite. It looked like you were in the middle of your training regiment based on what you’re wearing during out meeting with Agent Reese, and I am taking a wild guess that you did not get the chance to eat afterwards. Also, water, stay hydrated, Bass-kun.” She smiled genuinely, a clear indication that they were close enough to work together, and then she rolled her violet eyes at Duke Satan; something was off about this self proclaimed noble she never heard of nor was she interested in knowing him after he foolishly ignored her the first time. Let’s rewind time for a second, when everyone first arrived at the meeting room, Duke Satan acknowledged everyone in the room except for her, and she mentally noted that. Lack of manners or a hauteur attitude was the culprit and she was not going to allow him the satisfaction of her attention. Melody stared across the sea longingly, she bit into her burrito, and sighed between bites. After a minute of eating the whole thing she chugged the 1 litre bottle and crushed it in her hand into a small plastic compressed ball along with the foil wrapper, in one swoop she tossed it backwards into the air, and landed the components into a waste bin near the catered food tables. “For the past twenty five years, I have won every battle protecting Truffle village, and this is the first time I have felt a creature with over fifty thousand power level. Who knew such powerful things existed in the world. For the first time in my life, I realize what fear is, and it feels like shit. Well, it was nice knowing you Bass, just in case I don’t make it out of this alive. This is a risk I am willing to take since it involves zeni.” She shrugged. [1,220] [TWC 4,648] - [4,461/7000]
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Dec 3, 2019 11:38:41 GMT -8
It seems that before battle Melody decided to bring a meal full of fast food banquet filled with tacos and burritos. Will was never a fan of that type of food and he certainly is not going to start now. He needs to keep his health in order and a healthy body helps make a strong one. Plus they most likely wouldn't agree with his stomach. Especially since there's probably cheese in them. "Uh no thanks, I'll eat this nice healthy meal I brought," Will said. He then gets out three of the four basic food groups. Some fish, a bowl of race, as well as some fruits and vegetables. He caught the fish himself while the fruit, vegetables, and bread he bought from nearby stores. Well he left money on the counter and a note because that's all he could do. He then begins to chow down and enjoy his meal as he listens to Melody's talk. It seems that she is really anxious about this. Of course, she is, he is starting to get anxious when he learns just now that the creature had a recorded power level of over fifty thousand. Though he should know by now that power is not the only factor. They are all very strong and they outnumber the shark four to one. They have a chance to win, and even if it's a small one they are going to do whatever it takes to make it count and succeed. "While your motives are not exactly well noble, no offense, I admire you willing to risk yourself for these people. I am more worried about what happens to these people if we fail. So many people will lose their homes and if we do fail whose to say the shark will stop with the city. It may continue to chow down on this entire continent like a deep-dish pizza until there's nothing left. That's why whatever it takes we will use everything in our power to defeat this shark. It's not a matter of if we win, but that we must win, that is how I see it," Will said. After speaking he then began to drink from herbal tea from a cup in a matter an old wise man such as himself would do. He hopes his words were able to calm down or reassure Melody any. Fear leads to mistakes and they can't afford any mistakes for this fight, lest it would cost them their very lives. They have done a great job evacuating everyone so the only thing they can do now is waiting, he just hopes that they did manage to get everyone and that Kiryu is finishing up as well. Speaking of that boy he doesn't seem to be here with them, meaning he is probably still busy and hopefully doing what he does best.
Word Count: 477
Total Word Count: 3648
QWC: 4938/7000
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Post by Kiryu on Dec 3, 2019 12:27:35 GMT -8
After his encounter with the shopkeepers and the looters, Kiryu came to realize that it was entirely possible that other people had been trapped, either by criminals or by circumstance. Having mostly puzzled out how to make his on the fly spell constructs persist without him directly donating energy to sustain them, Kiryu moved as swiftly as he could, finding pockets of people that needed help, creating a construct, and sending them to safety. He was able to find and assist dozens, and was rapidly moving through the area, finding stragglers and rescuing them. Kiryu thought it was all going rather well...
And then he saw the smoke.
A large, black and gray plume was rising into the sky off into the distance. Filled with a sudden dread, Kiryu vaulted up to the nearest rooftop, his preternatural abilities easily granting him the strength necessary to jump up several stories. Kiryu darted from roof to roof, enhancing his speed to cover the distance rapidly. When he arrived at his destination, and saw the fire, he was dumbstruck with sudden dread.
A large apartment building, at least twenty stories tall, had caught fire. The flames had completely engulfed the lower floors and were threatening to spread to the entire building. What was worse, the fire had gotten so hot that it had destroyed the external fire escapes, leaving the denizens with no method of escape. Several of them had windows and large glass patio doors open and were shouting for someone, anyone, to help them.
Well, it's a good thing I'm here, then.
From the building he was on, Kiryu had a line of sight to the apartment building. A plan began to form in his mind. Swiftly coming up with a new spell, Kiryu exerted his will and power, and a glowing bridge made of golden energy began coalescing, linking the safe roof that Kiryu stood on to a flame free patio with a young couple huddled onto it. Despite their fear, even from this distance Kiryu could see their eyes grow wide with disbelief as the bridge extended and latched onto their patio like a ramp.
"Don't move yet!", Kiryu shouted. Thankfully, the couple listened. Kiryu ran across the bridge he had just formed. It was wide enough for perhaps three people to fit on comfortably, but it was still about one hundred feet in the air. As he moved forward, his mind focused, exercising his implacable will and altering his spell. The bridge changed, then, growing sides and railing that came up to Kiryu's waist. As he reached the couple's patio, he hastily used magic to construct some stairs to make getting up to it easier.
The couple's patio was visible, and several people in the building started shouting and pointing, then moving from their own vantage point. Kiryu imagined they would all be heading for the floor that he had extended the bridge to.
The couple began to express their thanks but Kiryu was still moving. "No time! Get across! If you can, stay there and try to guide the others! I'm going to look for anyone trapped!"
At that, Kiryu moved through their apartment, deftly vaulting over a coffee table and simply charging through the door. The wood splintered as he barreled through it, and he was dashing off, searching for the stairs.
It didn't take him long to find them, and then, Kiryu was headed down, descending through the building. After a minute, the smoke became much thicker, making it more difficult for Kiryu to draw in air. After a moment, he came to where a door should have led to the floor, but the wall, weakened by the fire, had collapsed. Through the wreckage, Kiryu could hear screams of panic.
"Hey back there! Can you hear me?!"
Several panicked voices clamored the affirmative.
"I need you to not be in front of this wreckage! I'm going to clear it with a blast and I don't want you getting hurt. You've got ten seconds to get out of the way!"
Counting the time off, Kiryu waited, then placed his hands on the wreckage. Rather than deliver a true ki blast, he sent out a shockwave of pure force. It was strong enough to blast the rubble out of the way. Kiryu darted through, seeing a dozen incredulous people. Quickly counting off how many floors he had raced down, Kiryu pointed out the way he had come.
"Four floors up, then go left! There's an apartment with a broken door; go through there, there's a bridge to safety! MOVE!"
As the people followed his orders, Kiryu raced around the floor, searching for any stragglers. The flames had begun to spread to this floor, so he had to slow down and move carefully. After a minute of searching, Kiryu's ears picked up something distressing.
The cries of an infant.
Honing in on the noise, Kiryu made his way to the apartment he thought it was coming from. Opening the door, Kiryu could see that the apartment was closest to where the flames were on this floor. The crying was coming from a room to the side. Making his way in, Kiryu could see a young mother, pinned to the ground by a roof beam that had fallen. She didn't look injured, but her leg was trapped. In her arms was an infant swaddled in blankets. The woman was trying to push the beam off with one arm, to no avail. Kiryu raced over, lifting the beam in both hands, and grunted, straining. Thankfully the beam was not on fire yet, and with effort, Kiryu cleared the beam, allowing the woman to scoot out. Kiryu grabbed her by the shoulders, helping lift her to her feet. The woman was limping, and Kiryu helped her move. Together, the two were able to make it to the stairs, and make it up and back out along Kiryu's rescue bridge.
After another few minutes, flames engulfed the rest of the building. Kiryu wanted to go back, but the smoke had gotten to him. He stood on the roof, hunched over, hands on his knees, gasping for air, feeling the pain of his seared lungs.
After a moment, he stood in the wide rooftop, perhaps a hundred people staring at him, wide eyed.
"Uh... hi."
The cheer they gave him was deafening.
[WC=1,059] [TWC=4,800] [QWC=5,997]
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Post by Duke Satan on Dec 4, 2019 3:34:21 GMT -8
The sand bag throwing mission continued with the speed and ferocity of a raging tornado - in fact, for someone spectating the act from the outside, that's what it might have resembled. Saying not a single word towards each other, the two mountains of muscle delegated to construct a barrier between sea and land hastened their pace further and further, until they arms became no longer visible to the untrained eye, moving faster than helicopter propellers and sending dozens upon dozens of bags towards the distance with each passing second. The government agents spectating the mission had to zip their coats and cover their eyes, because the sheer wind picked up by their throwing was not so easy to bear.
The Duke, seeing that any conversation he might have with Bass was going to be short-lived, instead pulled out a set of headphones and put on his usual playlist. No, he did not listen to music, although he certainly had his favorite bands which he would take a listen to every once in a while. Instead, he was listening to the recorded speeches of his long gone ancestor and idol, the founder of the House of Satan himself. Even when all he had to experience his glory were a few recordings from hundreds of years ago, the charisma and power which his words wielded translated all the same to him.
What would his great answer say if he stepped down from the heavens and witnessed what the successor of his lineage was doing? The Duke could already imagine what his reaction would be. Surely, Mark Satan would approve of his tenacious quest to uplift Earth's martial arts to a new era and help witness a generation of fighters strong enough to shake planets with their strength alone. After all, he was a person who would never back down from a challenge, and while he never lost a single bout in the World Martial Arts Tournament, the prospect of an entire planet immersed in martial arts and seeking to reach his tremendous power should excite him to no end.
Would Mark Satan approve of his descendant not being able to wield ki, however? While it was never confirmed whether the legendary winner of the Tenkaichi Budokai used ki to achieve his miraculous feats, the Duke was convinced that it must be the case. What other explanation is there? His ancestor protected Earth from villains numerous times, his raw strength was so great that many martial artists simply refused to challenge him, knowing that he would be able to take them down in a single second if need be... those were the trademark symbols of a martial artist so powerful that even a master ki user would pale in comparison. And, of course, the Duke is nowhere near that level... all he has to show for himself is a dutiful training regimen, a healthy lifestyle and an action movie every night, and while that has pushed him to his peak limits through sheer willpower, it would certainly leave his ancestor scoffing. If, by some magical means, the Duke had to challenge him in a tournament match tomorrow, would he really be able to maintain the pride of the House of Satan and survive in the battlefield at least a minute? Unlikely...
Perhaps Bass does have a point. He should improve himself as well as help others to improve. It does not bode well if the descendant of Earth's greatest martial artist is such a poor sod who can only take down a single mountain! And, of course, he has to start... by filling out this barrier defending this island from an incoming tsunami! If he can push through his exhaustion and the limits of his strength, and fill the sea with sand bags in time, then perhaps he will not be as much of a disgrace to the House of Satan and the ancestor who has inspired him to take upon his quest!
"Faster, faster, faster! The tsunami will not wait!" the Duke of Satan yelled, throwing sand bags even faster. His sunglasses were starting to slip from his nose in the breakneck pace. That does not bode well...
[Words: 697 / 3930]
[Mission WC Total: 3306 / 5000]
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Post by Melody on Dec 4, 2019 23:23:09 GMT -8
The silence between Bass and Duke Satan was irritating without a doubt so she flipped her green hair to turn away from the muscles for brains, it was odious that Duke Satan kept ignoring her like she was a ghost, and she walked away from the beach towards Will who advised her almost immediately as she approached.
“Well, you’re from the Western Lands, while Korin himself may not be aligned to the methods of the Pig Demon Duchies, nothing can be done about what is considered to be noble, and it is up to us to protect the people from the Namekian invasions from the north and whatever crawls out of Baba Yaga’s domain that threaten our precious farmlands. If we’re going to suffer by the hands of evil, while the heroes eat a feast, then we might as well enjoy life to the fullest at any zeni cost.” Melody explained while crossing her arms and sitting next to Will, watching him enjoy his tea.
Will O’ Wisp would understand what the Duchess meant by heroes eating a feast, Yajirobe, Oolong, and Korin were relaxed in their homes ignoring the world’s problems as long as it did not involve the Western Lands. The only time the Grand Dukes made an appearance was to stop anyone from climbing Korin’s tower with lightning; she was starting to suspect that even Will was no exception to that law even if he claimed to be the son of such a being. A real hero would continue guarding the earth from such threats but it was up to them to shape the world now to whatever they deemed fit. Apart from amassing zeni Melody had a bigger dream to take over the Western Lands if no heirs were in her way of challenging the weakness behind the Grand Dukes hidden away in their castles.
Melody’s violet eyes focused on the tiniest cup of tea she had ever seen in Will’s paws, she blushed as she watched him sip it, and as soon as he set the cup down she immediately lured him on her lap to pet his delicate fur. This was the second time she was compelled to apply her affections on the black and white cat. Some of the government agents immediately took pictures at how adorable it was to have Will O’ Wisp treated like some kind of pet. After a while, Melody glared at the agents with a furious stare to turn them away. There were photos circulating the internet from the time they were both on a luxury cruise ship. The photos had a black bar covering her eyes, or her face blurred, in order to focus on Will which she thought was unforgiving.
“You’re so soft Will, how do you keep your coat so smooth, and still have the time for martial arts training? I feel better just holding you so close.” She purred at him, her fear of the incoming threat melted away. This is what Melody meant by living life to the fullest, cuddling close to a cute cat, and be able to face the greatest danger the southern islands have ever encountered.
Time kept on ticking, there was almost not enough time to prevent the rising tide of the ocean from spilling over the sandbag walls, and when the government agents finished their meals they were ordered to pack up the place. The entire beach was a ghost town now, the crew that belonged to Duke Satan in aiding in the sand wall building seemed pointless from afar, and she sighed again.
“It was nice knowing you Will, at the very least, I am able to hold you one last time. If we survive this, you are personally invited to come visit Truffle Village. Just imagine a rich spring meadow path towards an old brook of maidenhair trees, where we grow the highest quality truffles underneath the soil, beyond that is a red shinto shrine gateway leading up towards the stone steps of a ten thousand koku village, with black solar powered shingled rooftops, surrounded by vast fields of farms growing all kinds of crops. It is quite a sight to see compared to Oolong city… or any city really. It’s a place worth fighting to protect.”
In the back of her mind, she thought of Portobello a spiritual witch and her personal assistant, Morel his younger sister who was part of the crop growing research team, and the rest of the village council who was counting on her return from the southern islands after taking care of her missing tooth. After a humiliating defeat against the patchwork rounin in the deserts of the southlands, she was having trouble facing her vassal Cress, for the longest time he basked in her success as Duchess, first by killing off a demoness that invaded the village during their first meeting, followed by protecting her territory from marauders, monsters, and namekians with strange dinosaur-like heads or wings that looked nothing like Bass; so she found it strange that they were related after recently discovering he was of a demon variety. After all this time she did not establish an heir to take over Truffle Village in the instance of her untimely death or a will for that matter. Rather than take a chance at life, she pulled out a clear plastic pouch holding her modified scouter that functioned as c-phone, clipping it on her ear, she raised her hand in front of her face to type a message on HUD keyboard on the green lens of the scouter to correspond to her finger movements through a tiny motion capture camera. The message was sent to the village council, describing the cause of her delayed return, and instructing them to take nominations for the next protector of Truffle Village among the Duchies for the villagers to vote on. It was apparent that Cress was not the type to lead people and would single handedly destroy the economy with his wild escapades. It was more than likely for Duke Lancelot from Tundra Village, Duke Glacier from Orchestra village to take over Truffle Village unless Duke Toma from Surf and Turf Village felt inclined; either of them were suitable for the task of taking over her legacy. The next message was written directly to Cress, she apologized for leaving without a word, and that she involved herself in a high stake zeni paying task set by the Southern Island government agency; she mentioned Agent Reese and the dragon ball shard that caused a shark to increase at an enormous size big enough to swallow papaya island whole. At the end of the message she wrote: If I don’t make it out of this alive, I will be waiting for you in HFIL
[1,130] [TWC: 5,778] [QWC: 7,127/7000]
Donating 127 Excess WC to the B Team QWC: [3,433/5,000]
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