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((Note to self: Buy...some...god...damn...AoE...next...level...up...there. Perfect.)) Aurora 42/42 Current State: Goddess Danger. Danger all around, her senses flood her mind. Slinking, lurking, there in the dark, something unknown, something that preferred the shade just like her. She tries to feel for the voice from before, but the voice does not respond, and the spider is left to her own devices against the unknown foe. Mouth beginning to curl, fangs bared, snarling, growling. She does what comes naturally and Lets her predatory instincts take over, her carapace beginning to glow with countless colors as radiation pours off. Eyes going completely silver; sclera, pupil, iris and all. Senses heightening, reflexes sharpening, scanning the area, seeing not just in the low-light and visible light spectrum, but even relying on vibration itself.... Aurora changes from Goddess mode to Primal mode [Synergy (10) and Strength(4) Swapped, Gains 10% Dodge chance while in Primal State]
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Ghost-Outside Shrugging, Ghost wandered off to somewhere within the pillar's boundaries and found a suitable place to dig. Before long, she had plunged the burning blade into the soft sand, tossing shovel after shovel full beyond the area of any of the other traps, until she saw what precisely the orc was doing that is. Seemed the giant wasn't even using a shovel, so much as some alien technique to just remove the sand outright. Which gave her an idea of her own... She kept digging a bit further, until she'd created a sizable divet in the dunes, and then she set the shovel aside and went to work, her body phasing into it's pocket space and sinking her position down into the sand until she'd found the very lowest spot of the hole. And from there, she reached out and opened a small rift into her personal dimension, and watched as the sand flowed in- she had no particular worries about how much space it would take up, here in this dimensional pocket she and she alone had any real access to, space was largely irrelevant. If anything was put into it, the pocket would simply expand to accomodate it if nessacary, and it wasn't like things could easily get lost in here either... not when she had a sense of just about everything that was held in there, which at the moment, wasn't much more besides her own physical body, the coin purse, the Lute from Jehena, and the sand pouring in now. Nor did she really worry about anything mingling or... aging in this space either. It had always seemed to more or less induce a stasis, from all the times she'd used it in the past- which... was too many to count... and the very thing she'd suspected many times before of being responsible for her aging at a virtual snail's pace... if she even was aging at all these days, it had eventually gotten too hard to tell as the many years had merged into one yet her body biologically stayed largely the same way it had always been. Regardless, She allowed the rift centered on her palm to remain open a while longer, letting the hole she had dug grow ever more as more matter was removed from it- like a sinkhole. And finally, she cut it off, bringing the sand flow to a halt and rising her position back above the surface and exiting the space to enter the physical dimension once again to look over her handy work. The results were indeed satisfactory. But there still remained the issue of making sure the beasts couldn't simply climb out, and that was something her Mati could not accomplish... were that she still had the might to shout hard enough to turn the very air into fire with her Voice alone, heating the walls would've been a simple issue. But no, no... there was no use thinking about what she had lost right, this was supposed to be a distraction afterall. Shaking her head, she took up the shovel again, setting it's blade alight with ominous fire and this flaring her own energy to react in greater proportion to the tool. What resulted was a virtual torrent of black flame licking off of it's metallic head. And with that torrent roaring in her hands, ghost set about the process of refining the sand walls into crude glass... Aurora- Grand Hall>Engine Room Aurora, the voice in her head once more silent and having left her to her own devices, had nearly drifted off to sleep in the rafters... before the gods forsaken noise of metal on metal deeper within the keep had shaken awake. Though in all honesty, she'd been alerted already long before the audible sound would've reached any of the others possessed of lesser senses- sound traveled much faster through solid objects and water than it did air afterall, and her Vibrosense was second to none. Peering around to see if anyone else was around- which it seemed there wasn't, she got up from her nest of webbing and headed off towards the source of the noise.
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With nothing much more to say between, something Ghost was perfectly fine with at the moment, the Caller shrugged and walked back to the castle. All she wanted right now was a distraction from the visions floating through her mind, and a bit of physical labor seemed as good of one as any. Besides, it was certainly fitting that she ended up digging holes with her actual hands...given she'd certainly dug enough through her personal endeavors already. Outside>Barracks>Smithy Findind the shovels was easy enough once she approached the smithy and workshop attached to the barracks. She picked one up in her hand, immediately sensing the dark energies pulsing all throughout its structure. What drew her attention even more however, was tha fact that the instant her palm made contact, the blade seemed to ignite with an ominous flame that was blacker than night, only extinguishing itself when she set the weapon back down as experimentation. And then once more took it, this time restraining her Voice and noting how the flames did not bloom to life this time. Seemed that whatever energy was latent in the shovels naturally reacted to her own magic... strange as it was though, she simply shook her head and took her leave. Who knows, maybe that was how the Orc had turned all that sand on the sides of the holes to glass...infact, that's probably exactly how, now that she thought about it. Ghost Obtains a Hell Shovel and equips it Smithy>Outside again After a good ten minutes or so since she left, Ghost finally returns to where Mar stands alone among the dunes, surrounded by his pitfalls and sandstone pillars. Try as she might however, she can spot no obvious pattern or organization to how or where the holes are placed in relation to each other, as far as she can tell, they seem to simply be scattered on the principle of having a reasonable amount of space between the circumferences each. But the fact that several of them had since been covered with sand to better conceal them probably didn't help that assessment. Shovel in one hand, she looks to the old Orc once again "There anywhere- or way -in particular you want me to start digging here? Or does not it really matter so long as the walls are too smooth to climb out of and it's not right next to an already existing trap?"
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"Uh huh...." Ghost mutters. She didn't eally know what the hell a Glaivenus was, or why or how the Orc's boomerang would've facilitated communication with it, and she didn't truly feel like asking. The mention of ressurection does make her noticably cringe though, just a little as she examines the holes and sandstone markers the orc is currently working on a bit closer. "Ookay then... I... don't suppose.... you could use any help out here though, could you?"
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"... maybe, maybe not." she says in response to Vora, back still turned from both of them, and in many ways, this world itself by this point. The memories of the fires and the bodies were all too fresh in her mind, his face leering down from the throne, expecting her, waiting for her, all so that he could deliver to her the same fate he had all the others who stood in his way... wearing the robes of high imperial office, the emperor's blood still fresh on their virgin silks. The memory of his might, so vast, so restless, like a great predator that had been trapped for so long and at long last, once more new the sweet, sweet taste of freedom's nectar. Ghost squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut the thoughts away- thoughts of the fool she'd been and the child she'd may well have damned the minute he was born. Something hot and moist formed in her eyes, the harder she tried. But they would not leave, no matter how much she wished the nightmare to just end. It had only just begun... she could feel it in what was left of her heart, torn and tattered as it was. But still stalwart as ever, she did not let it out. Did not let it take over, no matter how much she wanted to, how much she needed it to. Even if only for a second. "It's... what we may encounter if we ever do find my world... that worries me most though. Even... without these... things... there's still one more... the one I couldn't stop.... he's still there, still waiting, and he always will be..." "Alba..." "No, no...enough of this." She stood, looking up at the evening light filtering into the ballroom from it's massive stain glass, the rays of the rising moon kissing her face with a gentle resonance the likes of which foiled the sun's burning wrath nigh perfect. "You're right... I can't do anything about anything, Tama. I'm not in control of where I am, and who knows, I've probably never been in control to begin with... kicking and screaming about it like a toddler... does nothing." With that, she looks directly at the orb of stormclouds, an almost mournful glint in her eyes, "And how many times have I told you that name is no longer mine? Alba Vincula is long dead. I'm just a Ghost, come to atone her sins.... nothing more, nothing less. well, now at least, I am something less... just a shell like you, for all it's worth." "I... I need some air." and nodding to Vora as she walks past "Excuse me..." Ghost>Ballroom to Outside the Castle Ghost saw the two beings in the entrance hall as she passed. But she was far from eager to engage in further conversation, in fact the moment she saw them she had done as her namesake implied and faded her entire body out of the physical world and into it's pocket space. And it was like that she walked right by the strange newcomers, imperceivable and untouchable, as she headed outside and let herself return to the physical realm. The evening air was cool. Unlike earlier, the sun had finally set a bit further on the horizon, making the ambient light that much more bearable to her eyes. Damn how she loathed how bright the day always was, even if for no other reason than the pain it brought... but it seemed it was pain she'd simply have to learn to deal with, given her facial cloths and her cloak were both glorified pieces of tattered cloth now. Just one of the many things she'd lost... but one of the only material ones at that. She looked out over the horizon. At the time. The dwindling throngs of the crowd as the night approached ever faster. There was... one thing she noticed though. Strange bits of sandstone sticking out of the desert. Lots of them... now that she squinted a bit- as shit as her sight in day time was, her lowlight vision could've rivaled any beasts -and all of them seeming to concentrate towards one central area. And as she walks towards them, the Sandstone spikes give way... to pillars... and to the same Orc from earlier. "...What's all this for?" she asks Mar as she watches him work, alone in the make shift holes, her voice quiet among the shifting winds. A dull crimson haze floats about her eyes, though in all honesty it's probably more just an existing feature accentuated by the lowered light than anything else, "Aren't you... we... whatever... leaving relatively soon? Why dig all these holes now?"
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Fire Emblem on the Forums: Sea of Crossroads OOC
Sutoratosu replied to krim's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"Ha, 'third rate mage' she called me, yeh... easy to say that since she actually got the chance to be trained. But hey, this just goes to show a bit of solo practice really does help. I even feel a bit lighter with this thing on, too." Thrust (C)->Thrust (B) -
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Sutoratosu replied to krim's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"No Karik, I'm fine, you can calm down," she reassured the boy as she took his hand away from her head. "I've been practicing this trick, no need to worry... and a few other things, too. Last time I healed you, the spirits took the energy to help from my own body... after working at this though, I figured out there were other sources they could draw off of too..." To prove her point, she holds her hands cupped in front of the boy's face. Within just moments, a subtle breeze begins to draft all throughout their immediate area as a small sphere of wind rotated in her palms, glowing with a soft-green light. Twisting her hands into another position though, the wind soon morphs to a series of bright sparks crackling between her fingertips, then finally forming into a small fire as she drops one hand. Before long, the flame spirals up into a miniature pillar of embers before dying. "Anyway, it's much easier on me like this...just took a bit of experimenting I guess. Now if only I could just teach myself how to properly use tomes; hell I'd never have to pick up another filthy sword again... eh, but that's not important right now. How do ya feel?" -
Fire Emblem on the Forums: Sea of Crossroads [IC]
Sutoratosu replied to krim's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"Karik, behind y- shiiiiit!" Her warning had come to late as the boy was run through just meters away. Without even thinking, her parrying knife had been in hand as she had dashed towards the edge of the treeline, eyes glaring with ruby light... only for two arrows to feather the woman before she could even leave the small forest. As the woman had fallen dead to the earth and her mount fled, Cadence' attention was called by the thundering of hooves and a familiar nomad running over to the boy, shouting for the priestess... Without a word, Cadence sheathed her weapon and made her way to them, moving so silently it was nigh as if she'd simply materialized from out of the woods and right by the nomad's side. All it took was a glance at how deep the injury went and how shaken the man's hands were to know he had no chance of being able to save the boy on his own. "That's not going to do much, you can only apply so much pressure with just your hands..." Already, she had retrieved the vulnerary from her sleeve, kneeling down beside Idei. Just as she had on the ship, she reached a single hand out to Karik's chest, focused herself, and the anima went to work immediately as a soft, off-white glow emanated from the wound site in tandem with her palm. Unlike last time however, the toll seemed to be far more bearable... but then again, she'd also been practicing alone late during the nights ever since the shipwreck, and by now had realized that using raw emotion seemed to be just as effective a power source to them as her stamina was... except it didn't leave her feeling like shit afterwards. And it was precisely that knowledge and practice that had allowed her to pull both her earlier feats of Might and Magic, against the other Troub and the Cavalier whose severed torso even now lay just a few feet away. Almost immediately, the blood that soaked it's way through the rag had halted in it's tracks, as if locked in some sort of stasis. Cadence didn't even bother to ask Idei to remove his hands as she poured the Vulnerary right onto the spot, nor did she have to, given the instant it had soaked into the rag, the glowing light within Karik's wound seemed to almost.... drink it up, absorb it straight from the fabric and then released the medicinal solution right to the spots where the heaviest damage was done; undoing the worse of the internal injuries, enough that the boy would at least be stable enough to avoid a death from blood loss. Were that she would've healed him further if she thought she could, but the Anima were already telling her it was as far as they could stretch the medicine's properties. And she was no sage...no matter how much raw talent she may have or how doggedly she practiced on her own. Still wordless, Cadence lowered her hand, the glow fading. The vulnerary was stoppered and put away, as she turned to Idei. "It's the same type of injury the archer gave him on the ship, I'm afraid..." despite her words, she sighs in some measure of relief as the spirits whisper again to her, reporting back on the progress... "But the very worse of it is fixed now, at least... He'll pull through, just like last time." Take control of the Situation and Vuln Karik like she has never vulned before -
Ghost scowls, eyes flaring like miniature beacons of ruby at the accusation of greed. She takes a breath as the girl goes on, but by the time she finishes, Ghost is already seething as her entire form shakes; it's nigh damnably certain she didn't process even a single thing after that initial accusation. She'd... heard many things over the years. Been called even more things, some good, a lot of them spiteful and jealous. But ironically... greedy was still a new one. One that she could not help but feel the fires of her heart roar in protest to, regardless how thick she thought her skin had always been. Her voice seems to resound through the hall like thunder when she finally opens her mouth, eyes burning even brighter as she glares at the Grey being "Greedy? You think I'm fucking greedy? You little shit, you think I don't realize how fucked my own world is if these things aren't stopped!? that I don't know how crucial it is to get this right? Or did you just ignore the part where I mentioned if people here were already working together fine, that would be an even better outcome, or the part where I already told you I'd stay and do whatever I can to help? No, no... it must be my mistake, surely, simply because I expressed my wish to help organize shit if it wasn't already, so that this threat can be either destroyed or otherwise neutralized in as timely a manner as realistically possible, given the circumstances, all so that I can get back to tending my own world afterwards. Of course, to you it apparently fucking means that I intend to go cutting corners and making a sloppy mess of this like some child. I've already went on about how the barren ruin of a realm I call a home can barely handle it's own monsters, so why for fucks sake would I knowingly half-ass my contribution the only defense effort there seems to be against even bigger monstrosities who are capable of threatening every god damn world at once? I'm just trying to juggle both responsibilities here, gods damn it: if I don't help you all, my world is fucked, if I do help you all, but it takes too long to kill these damn things, my world is still fucked then- alot of others are saved, perhaps, but mines not one of them. So don't sit here and try to call that selfish greed when I'm still agreeing to stay here and fight in this battle despite the possibility it won't even matter for the people I've spent so long-" "Enough." It was a simple word. But one that carried with the weight of thunder as the very room around them seemed to quake as the deep, foreboding resonance emanated from the ball of stormclouds, his voice as audible as thunder. Ghost turns her sights on Tama instead. "You stay out of this, you fucking shell of a god! Hell, it's because of the petty war your kind waged for all those years that it's in such a sorry state to begin with-" "Who is currently in control now, Alba? You, or the Rage? You're warranted to some frustration, given all we've been through, seen, and heard in not even the past day, but you're trying to take it out on the wrong person." "..." "Hells, if I were still capable of caring a bit more about, I would probably be raging with you right now: finding out everything we worked on for months was for naught because someone already beat us to the emperor's throat, losing the men Jehenna so generously trusted you with, getting beat to a half-dead pulp by the very wretch you tried so hard to save, having said pulp also rob you of what you worked decades to build up and master, and see basically spit upon everything you have worked to fix before getting cast out into a world we've never known and told that we've been apparently called to fight yet again in another war... aaaaaah yes. But here's the thing, Alba... what does giving into your rage and frustration now change? It's happened, we're stuck here, and we can't undo that now. Getting angry is pointless, our fate will remain the same now regardless. So save your rage... it does you no good right now. Only at the end will it truly become... useful. But as it is, you do nothing but try to fight against the currents of fate." Ghost glares at the orb a bit longer, but eventually sighs in what seems to be defeat, dropping herself back down on the ruined stone facade she had been sitting on before, turning away from both the other beings present. Tama floats his presence in-between the two meanwhile, turning his attention to the grey being... "And a bit quick to draw up final conclusions about people, don't you think? Afterall, we all barely met not even a full hour ago. Regardless, your concerns about attempting to 'rush' and half ass anything due to selfish desire are unfounded, I can assure you. My Caller here may be... rough about the edges, but short-sighted she is most definitely not, nor is she a slacker." Then, floating a bit closer to Vora, his voice falling into a hushed whisper as if he didn't wish Ghost to overhear. The air seems to grow denser in the area, weighing down upon anyone near the orb as the oppressive aura permeating the place grew further yet still. "Look, enough of this farce, I'll make this simple: bottom line is, We will stay however long it takes to take care of this mess and make sure it is proper over, but do not DARE attribute her eagerness to eventually get home to some callous apathy or go throwing around your damn accusations any longer, Vampiern. You see that shell of a woman sitting just over yonder? She's grown far more attached to our home and the people than you know... and to just put it aside now for practicalities sake so she can do the job properly here, it's a bit difficult t to swallow, even when she knows full well she has to. You accusing her of being some greedy wretch only makes it that much more worse for her to deal with. And frankly, having myself once been a paragon of what true greed and domination looks like, your words just now have roused the first bit of genuine disgust I've felt it centuries; How long have you known this woman? Not even a full hour. You know nothing of what she has sacrificed in the effort to put things to rights where we came from: reputation, rank, security, lovers, friends, kin.... you know nothing of how this woman has risked herself time and time again against tyrants and the scheming, cowardly swine who serve them. Yet you stand there and fucking lecture on and on as if you've somehow gained a moral high ground here. You know nothing of this woman, do you hear me? Nothing. Nothing of how many times she has rode into battle, hoping that this time will be the last, but knowing full well it won't be, and not allowing herself to stop regardless, because there are still folks in our world who don't have the strength to defend themselves and what meager, but honest lives they have managed to scrap together over the generations from the barren wastes and the ruins. Nothing of how she does what so many would balk at and tries to teach those folks how to grow the strength they need to remain free and keep everything they have built up and earned through their own endeavors from becoming forfeit to the scum of our world who raid and pillage and rape to their heart's content like us Old Gods used to. Alba is many things, from all I have seen of her over the many decades. But Greedy is most defintiely not one of them, nor hungering for Domination either. She has lost the ability to care about herself long ago, you judgmental fool. Our world and those in it she has devoted herself to teaching are all she has left... and to think that now, she has been taken away from the realm when it was as close to it's brink as it could get, even if it was to fight a much larger and more crucial battle that threatens many worlds and not just ours, still burns her worse than the fires of the sun. but regardless... we're here now. And no matter how she feels about it, I know Alba will fight on, prepared to face whatever stands in our way; She would not dare further jeopardize the fate of our already beleaguered world, or others similar to it, by botching this new task and leaving what could well be the greatest enemies imaginable free to run rampant as they wish. And I will be by her side, every step of the way. She believed in something, gave herself a reason to live again when all others had been stolen from her, and she devoted every ounce of determination and willpower towards that purpose and refused to give in to nihilistic whispers of the Void. Such resolve was more than I saw from many I've seen come and go, and even now, she sat here and tried to speak civilly up till a minute ago, simply from how accustomed she's grown from dealing with this horse shit over time, But I, my friend, am not so tolerant of disrespect, or baseless accusations- call it a thinner skin, a quicker temper, or perhaps simply hailing from a different time when such offenses were grounds for duels between the Gods Themselves.... Either way, I strongly suggest you leave my Caller be now. Any further discussion to be had here will ONLY make things worse for both parties, and I've already had to do damage control after the first incident... and even then, it was one too many. I will not attempt damage control if this situation further escalates... far from it in fact... now go, enough has been said here already. I don't want to hear another fucking word."
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There was silence, for a moment. Finally the woman looked over her shoulder. "How ironic, that you might accuse me of hungering for power. A reasonable enough presumption perhaps, given the general situation, but still presumptuous nonetheless. Not that I'm not used to being accused of much worse." She stood, turning to face the alien fully "and you can tell the spider to save her breath with the petty little threats; I've faced monsters far bigger, tougher, and much more ruthless than her- there's little she can do that stronger beings than have already tried and failed to. But I'll keep what she said in mind, later..." "Do tell me though, if power was what I really wanted, would I have gone about it like this? Tyrants seldom go about their plots so openly and recklessly as to outright inquire and show interest about control, I should know, I spent most of my old life being the agent responsible for keeping such plans running smoothly and with none the wiser. Things aren't always so black and white though, regardless which world one resides in, perhaps you haven't lived long enough or seen enough conflicts and intrigue to learn that, but I have. Think of me whatever you like, opinion is the right of all sapient beings, but know that power is the furthest from what I want here. No, what I want here is simple: to get home as soon as I can. It's all well and good what they're trying to do here, but frankly, I am needed much back on my homeworld than I am here, and the sooner I can get back there and stop it from being torn apart by wolves dressing as sheep, the better. But therein lies my problem. From what I can gather, no one here can apparently go home until the larger mission is done, myself included... ergo, if I've any chance of getting back in time, I had better do everything I can to try and help this whole situation along. If that includes trying to get some sort of orderly process going if it turns out it really is needed to prevent people wasting time snapping at each other's throats like so many of the greedy fucks I've had to fight back home, then fine, and if one isn't even needed because the spider was lying and it turns out everyone already works fine together, even better. If it requires fighting myself, again, fine... I've spent my entire life at war as it is, what does it matter if my enemy has just changed? Anything that helps improve things so I can return sooner, I will try to. I'm not as formidable a defender as I once was, admittedly, but... even still, there are precious few people in my world with the strength to oppose the storm that's coming, and even fewer with such power who will actually have a conscience rather than bending the knee to save there own skins... all the more reason I have to go back and try again, put an end to it this time...Before everyone has been made into a bitch, a slave, or a corpse."
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"I will make no such promises. Tell the little soldier what I have told you, from there, whatever depends entirely on her own conduct. If I am right however, and she is indeed like so many of the individuals I have had to fight in the past, then her fate is sealed... who knows though, perhaps my intuition is wrong. Perhaps under that rough and pathetic outer layer that is so easily burned by the slightest kiss of the sun's rays, she truly does possess charisma great enough to con the sky into believing it is the ground, or is truly stern enough to command mountains to crumble at will... again, I doubt she will last long. Now go, tell her, and whatever happens afterwards, do not ever let her say it wasn't the path of her choosing..." and with that, the Spider Matriarch's eyes lost their emerald glow, and among the muddled shadows and blacks of the shadows, she seemed to simply vanish. Ghost>Ballroom "Were I still at the height of my abilities, that damn fiend would be reduced to nothing but a stain on the floor" "Were you at your full power, we would probably not be in this situation to begin with. Besides, you did start this...all things considered." Ghost glared at the orb of crackling static and storm clouds floating before he, perched on a sizable peice of rubble near one of the far walls that made a decent enough chair. She had actually been somewhat disappointed, when she first walked into this room- even in it's hayday, she thought that even the smallest of the Imperial Auditoriums would've put it to shame in both size and decoration... but then again, that was an easy feat to accomplish when you had to accommodate several thousand rather than probably several hundred at most... and when you controlled virtually half of the known world, and had the proper plans in place to conquer the remaining half... arched doors, gilded ceilings, beautifully etched braziers, countless seats of marble and a massive, raised stage of the finest oak for performances and official debates alike, the entire structure designed to be an effective echo chamber so that no matter where you were, what happened in the center could always be clear...Sumur had certainly spared no expense on making her senators and her actors look and feel as grand as possible. It was just too bad they hadn't invested as much in decreasing the poverty rampant in some cities- there were some slums with people who couldn't even afford to think about what goes on and is decided within a local Auditorium, let alone to visit and witness it firsthand. "What did that thing extort you into promising anyway, while she was masquerading as a half-wit?" "Your first born child." It... seemed like a joke, but given Tama's universally gruff tone with virtually anything he said... "Too bad, he's too busy off terrorizing the known world, and probably the unknown world too, remember? And I doubt she can come anywhere close to doing what I failed to" "It was a jest..." "I had figured as much." "No, truly though? I... may have promised that you would... supply with as much food as she needed, were she to revive you... enough that she would never go hungry again, at least-" "YOU DID WHAT!?" "Calm down, it's not as bad as you probably think..." "Do you think we're fucking made of Gold Scilks, Tama?! How much do you thing is left of what Jehenna gave us?" "I know that off the several thousands worth of currency she provided, there is enough left where simply buying some merchants fruit cart off him wouldn't create a big enough dip to warrant your reaction." "And how long would that keep something her size feed, Tama? Hmmmm? You think of that while you were bargaining? You may have damn locked us into something we definitely do not want weighing us down, if she remembers and starts demanding repayment..." "Implying you would even comply with said demands if she did... I half expect you to fight her again instead, exactly like the first time..." Ghost had nothing to say in response, for a moment. Her eye's burned like miniature suns however, as she ground her teeth... "Regardless, I feel we have bigger issues to worry about... like getting home again." "The best way to get home would be to help this lot kill whatever they're after as soon as possible... if these monsters of theirs are all dead and gone, there's no reason for whoever brought them together to keep them as effective prisoners here, us included." "Yes, but... can it really be done? what if they all truly are as dysfunctional, ineffective and hopeless as the Spider claimed?" "The spider spouts bullshit" Ghost said, her corneas practically seething with crimson radiance at the mere thought "if they were truly so, then it's doubtful they would've been coherrant enough to organize into parties to go to whatever worlds they did. You recall the Rogerin Incident?" "Aye....heheheeheh ahhhhhh..." Tama replied, wistful "we crushed that piss ant rebellion in a single day... poor fuckers couldn't even decide on a war cry for their cause, let alone a proper strategy...at least not without cutting someone's throat over the issue first. Poor wandroughts were too busy fighting a god damn civil war among themselves by the time we even arrived to the city." "Exactly. That's what a true, hopeless army looks like. Every man for himself, held together by a farce of a good cause, but in truth each of them motivated only by their own desire for power. We both know full well the Rogerin's didn't die simply because of their lack of coherent strategy or their infighting though- it was because at their base nature, they were exactly the same as the very emperor they had once sworn themselves to." "You wouldn't have said that a decade or two ago." "Indeed I wouldn't have... but I was a very different woman back then. Someone who deserves to remain buried in the past..." "What exactly is your plan though, pray tell? I presume these 'others' will be back sometime soon, afterall, if they truly are just waiting on this rock doing nothing." "We watch, and we observe for ourselves how much of the spider's claims are true. If I'm right, which I think I am given the contextual evidence against her, it won't be as futile as she says. Besides, there are many other methods to lead, besides trying to directly seize the helm, which I have to admit... if there really are so many different people here, may not be the most practical method. Probably best to take a note from Sumur, for all they're worth, set up some type of system where everyone has equal say in the major decisions... on parchment at least, we both know how it turned for Sumur in the end..." Death, Depostism, Corruption, and more death. That was the political landscape of the empire in a nutshell, ghost knew this better than many. Having been the Emperor's right hand was the perfect qualification to be sent to silence some more vocal opponents to his reign, especially when you could become a virtual phantom, strike down the poor fools, and take your leave of the scenes without anyone the wiser of it. Ironic too, given she'd been planning to use the same method on the emperor himself... "Regardless, hopefully such things should not be a concern, on a much smaller scale. A lot less Egos to go to war with each other, a lot less politicians with careers to prolong and wealth and status to sustain. And hopefully less people willing to step on each other if they think it will give themselves a boost..." "Yes, yes, hopefully you say..." There was an air of skepticism with him still, but Ghost decided to just ignore it at this point. He could try to nay say all he liked, but in the end, she knew if he was really that opposed to the whole idea he would've made himself much more adamant than simple sarcasm.
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"I have been called many such names by many like her before..." the Spider comments with a distinct tone of disinterest in the matter, "if you must have it though, My true name is Aurora. When you see the White woman again, do tell her to watch her step here though. The next time she dares attack me, I will treat her as I have many others like her: tear her limb from limb while she still lives, strangle her with her own entrails to finish her off, and then consuming her afterwards, before leaving her bones to bleach on some gods forsaken world." A strange wave emanated from the spider, at the end of her declaration... like an ominous wind that swept through the entire hall. There was a nigh-sadistic playfulness in her voice as she continued, almost as if the whole thing was just a game she was playing with old friends "Make sure the little wretch understands her place here; it would be tragic if I had to teach it to her...so very, very tragic~ But I do so heavily despise being lied to and double-crossed, especially after I was so kind to use my own powers to bring her back from the brink of death. Her Debt will not be forgotten..."
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"The White woman with the Tiger ghost thinks she can whip the others into shape when they get back..." The spider answered simply, "She seems determined to destroy herself bringing order to a scattered collection of heroes and fighters hailing from literal worlds and ideologies apart, despite my warnings... so be it, she will see for herself what things are like, in due time...as for this one..." her eyes turned to Vora "I had just finished explaining to them both what the dying fleshbag had told us all, in the beginning...before the other one stormed off just now."
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"Do not look at me. I am not the one who brought us to this place, the mage was. Ask the orc or the Muscle-bound Fleshbag why we're here, they were the ones doing her dirty work earlier. Something about a big monster needing killing, I believe. No matter. Nor do I know this place is... controlled when we leave. All I feel is a deep rumbling from the depths of the place, a rush of ambient energy... and then white noise.... static as we move." "If you don't know when this thing gets moving again, then answer this, who's the leader around here?" The question came almost as an accusation from the Albino, eyes scrutinizing the spider with every word... her explanation had been better than any other she'd received thus far, but just how much information was the arachnid witholding from them still? Or perhaps it was just her presence that made Ghost uneasy... anything that could radiate raw force like a full-fledged Deva was not to be taken at face value... "Ha...hahahahahahahahahaaaaaa.... aaaaaaaaaah foolish little Albino, if you had seen half the non-sense that went on earlier like I did, then you would know immediately... at this moment, there is no leader. This organization is entirely mercenary in it's form, each one their own party and professional, simply working with one another for the sake of a shared cause... and the fact that most of them probably don't know how to get back to their home worlds and the lives they once had... myself included." "Then I have every reason in the world to be even more worried than I already am," with that grim remark, Ghost turned and walked away from the glaring eyes, only to be stopped as the monstrous goddess suddenly called out mockingly... "And just what do you and your conning tiger think you can do about it, little albino? I see your stride, it is one I've been met with many times before. You think you are some sort of leader, off to bring order to chaos... or you're just an idealistic fool with something to prove, so caught up in your faith in yourself and your cause that the thought that you might fail horribly hasn't even crossed your mind" Ghost remained at a halt, but did not turn around to face the arachnid "Don't you get it? No one can fix this mess of a 'team'. No one can lead it, not unless they possess such a charisma they could talk the heavens into trading places with the earth, or such a raw force of personality, they could make the mountains crumble and flatten with a single reprimand so that they can cross to the other side unhindered. You're better off herding cats in heat than trying to take control of these vagabonds..." "I have led more pitiful congregations of people to victory before... simply by being an example of the strength they must grow themselves." She answered, with a hard edge in her voice so fine it could've sliced right through the silk webs clinging to the rafters, "but I will wait and take stock of the rest of your numbers and their salvability myself, rather than simply taking your word for it, spider. I know not what your true nature is, whether what Tama witnessed earlier was a mere act or you've some schism of the mind, but regardless... I have gotten the information I desired out of you for now." And with that, the Caller left the hall, heading through one of the many doors branching off of it's length. Ghost- Leaves the Grand Hall scene to head to ??? With the albino gone, all that was left was the spider and the grey skinned alien "And what of you then? I have told you two all that I have available, even if that one refuses to accept the later parts... if you want anything beyond my words, you will have to seek it out and learn it first hand for yourself."
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"I can tell you the exact wording of the dead man walking who first told us..." Ghost hesitated for a moment. Something was still unnerving about this sudden duality the primitive arachnid displayed- actually articulate and proper in her speech compared to the broken mess earlier and pitiful improper use of the third person to describe herself... but regardless, she nodded. "Fine. Who was this man who gathered you then, and what did he originally tell you about the mission?" "I know not his name, nor where he truly came from. But when he did come, it was on the other world, the place of barren, violet stone and nary a wild plant or animal to be seen in any direction for miles around. It was only after we had gathered there, inside of this castle after taking it back... that he appeared. He told us little, but of this little, he mentioned trans-dimensional beasts. The multiverse. Worlds being eaten and swallowed by abominations that had found their way out of some sort of... former incarceration, presumably. Trespassers, he called them. He told us all that... we were here because the multiverse was slowly dying from within. That the Trespassers were growing stronger and stronger the more they ate. He mentioned... a 'she'... someone who was supposed to have been with us already... as a guide, presumably. Who the 'she' was, we still do not know, but regardless... the knight in battered armor told us... we were not anywhere near strong enough to even hope to prevail... that we must remedy that... by seeking out safer worlds. Worlds not as heavily touched by the Trespasser's influence yet... help to solve their conflicts, and grow stronger in the process... only then, he said... would he return to guide us to the true fight... and then, he walked away from us. And vanished, like a ghost...and then, not long after, the locals had repaired this keeps... transportation methods. And we left that world and did as he said, dropping into other ones, letting a few off... moving on again, to come back once they were done... that is why this place was so... empty before the rest of you new fleshbags arrived. The others are all out in other worlds... fighting other battles... to prepare..."
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Grandhall "I heard..." Ghost muttered. She herself was still trying to sort it out, but isolating and amplifying sounds in order to eavesdrop on distant conversations was a relatively simple technique for Godspeakers. So far the explanation had been a modicum clearer than what the spider originally told Tama, but... "this is basically a traveling mercenary company then, from the sounds of it. Except unlike most conventional ones, it seems they obviously aren't restricted by the boundaries of their homerealm or driven by the promise of coin... interesting. Question still is however, who exactly was it that brought them together to begin with, and what even are these enemies they're training themselves up to eventually battle?" the last one bothered her especially, having had to spend countless hours in the field commanding a campaign. Surely someone here knew what they were going to actually be going up against, right? Why the hell would any sane individual sign on without having such basic information disseminated first? An army who did not know precisely what they were fighting was just far more likely to fail than- .... .... .... A pair of Green Eyes glowered down at her from the Rafters. Ghost looked up at the area, trying to find the head and body they were attached too, but failing against such a heavy cover of shadow. Tama knew though... "It's the Spider...something seems different however... compared to last time. Feels almost like... Another Deva is nearby. A Full one, ghost..." The caller was briefly taken aback by the assessment. But soon enough, she herself picked it up it as well. The energy signature emanating off the arachnid was indeed similar to what they felt whenever another Deva were nearby... if said Deva was near the height of it's prime somehow, despite all the others having fallen from grace and losing their power long, long ago. And yet even then, it felt like her power was still somehow... incomplete. Flawed. Like a once pristine gem that had been chipped one times to many over the years... Soon enough the presence had words to it though. A fine, even alto of a woman's voice, surprisingly calm despite Ghost's... previous experiences with the arachnid. "So you wish to know the truth?" the question echoes down from the ceiling with an almost ominous reverberation, seemingly addressed to both the women standing below
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"Four of them? All that big!?" Ghost watched the orc and the muscle man leave with the ruined weapons in relative silence. Fucking hell, back in the desert they could barely scrap together enough Iron on such short notice to construct two that were even a fraction as beefy in comparison, yet this place had at one point obviously had enough resources to fully arm this fortress with it's own quartet of vastly scaled up artillery. Mahul would've gone green with with envy from his feet all the way to his beady little eyes if he were here... "On second thought... perhaps watching them take these apart will get us some of the answers we're after anyway." and with that she had started to follow the the duo out into the desert sands, only to recoil and step back into the castle proper when the outdoor light hit her directly in the eyes. "Your eyes, woman, have you forgotten what you are?" "yes, thank you, as if the searing pain in my corneas aren't reminder enough..." Tama had a point though. Even with the sun's might beginning to wane in the heavens, this desert's rays were no weaker than the ones back home. Without something like her facial wraps and cloak to diminish how much she was exposed to, it still hurt like hell. "Or perhaps you should go out and ask instead, I could hear any conversation just fine even from here, if I really wanted to. From what I've seen and experienced, the green-skinned one seems like he's the closest thing to a leader present right now, so... you may want to try him first."
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"...Uh huh..." Ghost trailed off at the sight of the brawler carrying too massive iron barrels.... she'd only seen weaponry the likes of them once before, and both their design and the special powders they were powered by had been the product of only the finest mind Jahan had to offer, and had made as big and as bloody a statement to Sumurs as they could've mustered during their defiant stand. The fact that whoever had owned the castle prior had obviously come up with something similar didn't surprise her though- it was the fact that a mortal man was carrying two of the god damn things over his shoulders like they were sacks of flour. "Where in the seven hells did you find those things?" she put her inquiry out with blunt efficiency, looking the weathered weapons up and down from where she stood. Yup, just like the rest of the keep, they looked like what she imagined the Blasttunnels of Jahan would in a few decades or so, if the Mahul was to just drop dead and leave no instructions on their proper maintenance and repair behind...
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???>Grand Hall "...Shower?" the albino asked, looking back at the alien "what, have your kind figured out a way to make it rain on command whenever you like? Do you dry up and die if you go too long without proper water then?" She laughed a little at the jest, not terribly concerned with the possibility that the joke might've actually been on the money and currently trivializing a very real issue for the alien. Likely because The Mer of her world actually did suffer such fates when they dragged themselves too far from a body of water... but then again the Mer were also seaborn predators who had a nasty penchant of leading Vessels to run aground or wreck on the rocks with their songs, and feasting upon the flesh of their passengers afterwards. She herself had heard countless tales of naval captains who had hunted down, captured, and slowed Sunned many of the fishy bastards as a means of retribution for lost imperial ships... so much that after a certain point, in order to command a ship they instituted the clause that an officer had to also be a Godspeaker... and even that sometimes fails to stop it. "well either way, as old as this place seems, I doubt it has much of anything left in it. neither Food stores, equipment, adequate lodging conditions...at least the inside doesn't look quite as decrepit as the exterior though. It's a close race, no doubt, but it looks like most of this place could still be reclaimed from the sands of time... if one cared enough to put in the effort."
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"Don't worry about it." She said, halting momentarily. It almost seemed as if the question somehow irritated her, but whether that frustration was just from the situation she had mentioned before was unclear. "It would seem we aren't enemies at the moment, so there's no reason to summon him here..." that was barring the fact that Tama was fully capable of talking to mortals regardless of her giving him her Voice, of course, which given- "I don't see why you go to such lengths to hide my presence... It is not as if I am the one who haphazardly attacked the very being who had just saved my life..." The voice was loud, yet... somehow faint at the same time, not unlike a distant thunder strike. At the same time, the hall filled with unnerving pressure...punctuating with every syllable "Even if that damn spider was moments away from eating you before I intervened... I had managed to talk her down to reason before you blundered it." "Oh shut up about that already," Ghost sighed, shaking her head, "You're the one who said I was lucky to not be an undead right now, that situation was hardly my fault. Besides I don't have time to sit here and explain all the complexities of Devas and the Voice to perfect strangers right now," and turning back to Vora "Look, Tama Vajra... is not a being you want to meet face to face on a battlefield. Let's just leave it at that... now if you'll excuse me, I've got to find... " she paused, pondering for a moment. "Hell, what even was that green man-thing you encountered?" "Again... your guess is as good as mine. He just seemed like the best avenue to prevent you getting killed again before you'd even been back for 10 full minutes." "Regardless," Ghost continued, "I have to go find someone who can provide better explanation of what's going on with this damn keep than the lackluster details I've already been given. If you so desire, I suppose you are free to join me... we do seem to be in the same boat after all, relatively speaking."
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"Trying to fix a mistake I made years ago..." The woman seemed to scowl Abit, at whatever memory was flashing through her mind, "only come to find out, I was... far too late. That one mistake gave rise to something I couldn't make right and couldn't stop either... there wasn't much other choice but to run while I still could. I just... Happened to end up out in the desert near here I instead of where I actually intended..." With a shake of her head, Ghost quickly broke off that line of thought, walking past Vora and further down the corridor, eyes grim, "Nevermind. I've got a lot to regret, this whole mess is just the top of the list now. I'm probably stuck here with the rest of you either way now...forced into fighting some Monster or Predator or whatever it was Tama mentioned..."
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"uh huh..." Ghost continued to stare the alien up and down for a good few moments more. Unlike the...Vampeirn(?) before her though, The albino woman was all to used to being gawked at. Happened all the time, when she went somewhere new, or where people hadn't heard her reputation, or the Sumuric legends of Albinos and the power they possessed did not pervade... "I... See then. You may call me Ghost. It's what the Jahani did at least, no point casting the name off if it fits, I suppose..." She made a point to avoid inquiring any further into the being's biology or where her people came from. If what Tama had told her was true, it was an inevitability that they'd run into beings from other realms entirely, realms they'd no real idea even existed until recently... "How did you find your way to this keep though, if you wouldn't mind sharing? Your clothes are far from fit for the desert, and I saw none of your kind outside..."
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Ghost & Tama>??? With her head no longer throbbing like it was on the verge of self-destruction, Ghost had taken to exploring some of the old keep after finishing the Orc's brew. What had remained of her hood and cloak had been left behind in the Smithy- there was no point continuing to wear that tattered garb, in it's current condition she'd be better off braving the sunlight on her own. Tama had filled her in on the rest of the story, as she walked, and most of what had actually happened with the spider from earlier. What Ghost cared most about though was the beginning parts... how they had gotten here. "Should I even bother to try tearing another rift?" She asked the tiger, examining one of the many tapestries hanging up around the place. It seemed whoever had lived here so long ago had a penchant for romanticizing war.... and got around quite a bit- this landscape depicting in the scenes looked nothing like the vast desert this fort sat in now. "Doubtful, you've lost much..." Tama answered grimly, "what the boy did not take, travelling to the void and back again without proper rites and precautions... seems to have destroyed you might even further. You truly are lucky you did not return a husk... or worse. If only you could sense how much of yourself is missing..." She thought about, for a moment. A husk or worse... indeed, in hindsight, it had been luck. Even with her head having calmed down and the deluge of scattered memories and images, from both the realm of the living and the dead, having subsided for the most part though... she could not deny that something still felt... off. Something felt wrong on some primal, spiritual level, had felt that way ever since she'd woken up, worse than it had felt already after her scuffle with Ryder. The explanation of Having actually left behind a bit of what was left of her in Oblivion was better than any, she supposed... Still, like the tiger said, it could be worse. Despite the healing having turned into a botched resurrection, she had returned herself, rather than a mere shell of a person... or a rage-driven fiend who sought out and destroyed the living, as much as her initial display of force might've begged to differ on the latter. She had defied the odds entirely, really... "And yet you've still stayed with me..." she muttered under her breath. The Deva heard her loud as day "What of it?" "A pact lasts until death... even if I wasn't gone long enough for it to fully break, that clause is still fulfilled. You could've easily left any time now, without penalty from our agreement, yet... here you are." "What can I say? Finding another High-caliber Godspeaker to become my Caller would be too much work. Besides, I know from experience just how hard you're able to bounce back from a failure... I've hope for you yet. There's a fair chance that you will fight tooth and nail and take back what is rightfully yours, and when you do eventually regain your power, I fully intend to still be your Bound Deva... for Voice like you possessed, it only comes around once every few generations or so... and Voice like Ryder possesses... it only comes when the world is teetering on the edge of a new era, and needs a push... or is at the end of its line and needs a final nail in the coffin..." He left out the obvious question of which role the boy would fulfill. She was actually a bit thankful for that. She was even more thankful that Tama had not mentioned his brief consideration of siding with the boy, however fleeting it had been after she sensed it. The Deva, broken shells of themselves as they now were, were naturally drawn to those with immense power, or at least the potential for it. It was only in his nature to have considered Ryder a potential candidate if Ghost had died and truly come back as a shambling corpse... but Tama was also wise enough to know the reason why Ryder would've never accepted a pact with any Deva... his Matipraskara was effectively superior to a Deva Pact in just about every way possible. The boy had no use of old and broken gods, so... any attempt to defect to him... would not end well, for a Deva. Just as she turned and walked away from the Tapestry however, she saw another figure further than the hall... wearing strange garbs and with skin that was... grey? with... were those tendrils trailing off it's head? and bat ears? What kind of bizarre fusion of creatures... "What in Oblivion's name is that?" Ghost muttered, a bit too loud... loud enough that the other being could've likely heard it down the hall, with those ears... "Your guess is as good as mine..."
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Critical Art: Ember Glint The fencer pushed off the fertile earth, blade in hand. The ember thread of her jacket, glinting like fire under the glare of the midday sun, soon began to glow with the true spark of a flame, fire and aura dancing around her lithe form as she began to close the distance between herself and the Horserider, leaving the very earth scorching in her wake. Hair and eyes alike, alight and flowing with veins of the purest fire, draping both the girl and the rider in flickering crimson light as the whispers of the anima began to permeate the air, the atmosphere quickly growing hot as an oven, and then pushing even further... like a miniature sun. The fires licking upon the edge of her blade warped and elongated themselves, much to the Rider's horror as he tried to wheel his steed about and flee. From a simple Parrying Dagger to a flaming construct the size of a Claymore, she came at him with no mercy in those eyes, her hellish form growing faster and faster by the moment; Ride hard though he tried, in due time the Magic Swordswoman ran parallel to his mount, body and speed bolstered with the might and vigor of flame, and with a single, peircing remark that carried through the air like thunder- "You had your chance to run. Your story ends here!"She brought the flaming blade around, slashing out in a single, fiery arc of misery. Steel and Fire alike- joined into a single hellish blade through a bizarre union of Might And Magic -sliced through the Cavaliers already battered armor and body like butter, sundering hip from torso and sending the rider, or his top half at least, tumbling through the air and hitting the ground with a hard and sickening crunch as his skull met the scorched earth. His horse continued on into the distance, the man's legs still visible kicking and flailing uselessly in the footholds. Cadence finally skid to a stop, further scorching the earth before her, and watching as the beast left the field of battle with what remained of its former master. The flame that cloaked her entire being died not long after, hair no longer flowing like some goddess of the sun and eyes no longer shining like twin sconces, and the Anima stopping their feverish chants as her Parrying Knife lost it's literal blazing edge. Despite the heat she had produced during her assault, both her body and her gear seemed totally fine. She took one last look at the mans severed torso, the heat of her fury having been so great it had outright cauterized the point of his bisection entirely, and walked away from the body, heading back to her cover. "Fucking Wandroughts..."she thought to herself "be glad that it was a quick death. You deserved far worse for siding with that murderous manchild..." -
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"Keep it up, these wandroughts are nothing! They're so damn green they can barely hold their weapons steady, let alone get their crap together now!" Cadence called to others, as she dashed behind them and back into the other forest. They'd cut down, what? a good half of the Mercs already? Maybe more... and given the blunder she herself had witnessed when they tried to rally again and counter just now... the Baron truly had to have scraped the very bottom of the most shit encrusted barrel to find these Curs... She edged closer to one of the horseman, nodding to Rayne nearby as she reached down to her belt and unsheathed something a bit more... appropriate for the mounted swordsman... N13, Auto-Kill Cav 8 with Parrying Knife (and that sweet, sweet Anima Support Bonus)