Skull Heart Chronicles, Part 2: Bloody Rebellion

by ReapingRose115

Make a wish... Nearly a year had passed, it seems as though that peace has prevailed. Unfortunately, the Reapers now find themselves preparing for a new threat, as strange events occur in New Meridian. Perhaps an Unholy Alliance has formed a force far deadlier than before. But the unexpected heroes of Light, Darkness, Fire and Blood, have emerged. Ladies and Gentleman: SHOWTIME

1. Chapter 1: Scarlet Prelude

Nearly a year had passed since 'Operation: Heartbreaker', life had returned to relative normality for many. The Canopian populace had returned to their homes, and the ones that lost their homes settled in the ruins of their former residence. Of course, they weren't ignored; thanks to the combined support from the other nations, the Egrets were able to help rebuild most of New Meridian. Some have taken to Little Innsmouth, which was expanded without trouble since the presence of the Medici's had finally been removed.

The former Medici tower had been repurposed into the primary HQ for the Egrets and Reaping Roses for operations in the Canopy Kingdom. The building literally towered almost all of the Canopy Kingdom, a giant among dwarfs. Size alone was one of its biggest advantages, allowing many soldiers to station themselves here, among a variety of other reasons it was repurposed.

Its gigantic size allowed use of an updated GeoScape system; allowing faster connections across a multitude of satellites in orbit, and quick relay of information. Of course, being the primary battle ground for the 'Operation', it required the most work, with long hours day and night for hundreds and thousands of soldiers refurbishing the building. Alas, many more pledged their numbers to the rest of the city.

Bastet's Den, being the centre of one fight and an attempted opening for Stygians, it was handled primarily by Reapers, who had previously left 'Eliza' there. Unfortunately, she went missing, but for the next few weeks, the building and surrounding areas were locked down for further processing, before deciding that they wouldn't be able to find her. Instead, the building was refurbished, returning the beautiful bar to its former glory, with a new, undisclosed owner.

Eventually, the owner opened a joint venture to the likes of the former Cirque Des Cartes, who became hosts to the many performances, and guest appearances from many other talents! Cerebella and Nadia Fortune contributed to some of the more dynamic performances, but they were always happy to invite guests, especially the likes of Opera singer Sienna Contiello. Sienna however had a knack for showing musical talents elsewhere, and didn't shy away from a little rock!

Of course, down at Little Innsmouth, Yu Wan continued to run his restaurant. Being very close to the likes of the Reapers, his business bloomed with customers coming left and right! Of course, Minette (and Ms Fortune with Cerebella when they weren't busy) handled the masses of hungry patrons. Kazuo was able to get one of his cousins a job as a secondary waiter and cook, which of course meant a lot to Yu Wan and Minette.

The former Trinity Cathedral and the surrounding area had been quarantined for several weeks after the damage had been done. Reapers investigated the catacombs of said Cathedral, discovering a vast network of 'veins' that had been rooted deep into the city. Most of these plant-like veins had rotted away, some were nests to piles of bones and whole skeletons. There were even more derelict forms of corpses and bone, but the investigation from the newly introduced 'ASGT' (Anti-Skull Girl Team) continues. Progress had been slow, even with new technological advancements.

The ASGT was formed in honour of Dr Avian, who has not been found, nor declared dead. Unlike the former ASG Labs, the ASGT runs under a united department, and is heavily monitored by both Reapers and Egrets. They didn't want to have another 'Lab-0', but they were also trying to push towards using artificial parasites to volunteers only, but overall the ASGT prefer to use advanced equipment, such as combat-exosuits.

As for the heroes who've put all their effort into defeating the previous Skullgirl, their lives continued on. As always, they were never revealed to the public, but the Canopians and surrounding nations have praised their actions. The popularity of these 'heroes' have become so widespread, that an annual parade was introduced on the fiftieth of January. Most believe that the celebration was formed both to honour the soldiers, and celebrate the end of the Medici mafia.

Speaking of the parade, it grows ever so close to that day. The second annual 'Heroes' parade is just five days away. A new adventure awaits.

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"I'm home!" Sienna called out as she hung her coat up on the stand left side of the door. She had taken to the Redgrave office very well, despite being smaller than the Mansion back at New Kord. There were times where she and Micheal would happily stay at the Mansion, but nothing could compare to the cosy feeling of this small office.

Leviathan was slouched atop his host's head, groaning after another long day. While Sienna was an official Private Eye (and Combat Medic), she found a career performing within several different Opera theatres. She would've loved her parents to see her, make them proud. Killing rogue stray demons and other forms of preternaturals? Probably not so much. Leviathan acted as her microphone, and at times was even a supporting vocalist, owing to his deep voice and ability to manipulate both his and Sienna's.

Due to her 'Part-Time' job as a PI, and being on the list of 'Reserves' (to avoid revealing her involvement with Reapers), her contract with different shows would strain most. For the past year however, she has energy to spare, with her swords power partially attaching itself to Contiello, and the fact that Moka had went as far as installing an 'enhancement processor'. It helped her to think faster, take in information quicker and remember things efficiently. Combine the perks of both, she needed less rest than she would've needed as a normal person.

Still, nothing beats a good nap! Today was a good day! "Leviathan, you feeling out of it?"

"Hmm…? Oh… I'm fine M'lady."

"You've barely slept these past few days. Why don't you take a nice long rest?"

The parasite wanted to argue, but again he yawned. The offer seemed like a Godsend, and as much as he didn't want to leave his host alone, he'll accept the offer. "Wake me up soon… We'-aaahhhahh…" Barely slipping out of Sienna's head, he fell asleep upon her shoulder.

Squigly shook her head. "Oh Levi…" Cradling him in her arms, she brought him over to his favourite spot to sleep in: a pile of coats messily pooled together. "Even with all those years of sleep, we can't help ourselves…"

Her trail of thought was interrupted when the office phone rang. The phone was an antique corded roulette, gold plated around the number pad and main handset. Though it must've been expensive to procure, Nikki, and everyone else in office just happen to abuse it. Sienna herself isn't hesitant about being a little rough when handling the handset. More or less, Nikki prefers direct contact using this simple phone rather than the standard PDA, despite its security flaws.

As always, the chair was either misplaced or had fallen on its side by the time she returns. This time, it was on its side. Kicking the wooden seat, it flipped back up into place, and the moment it had set itself back up, Sienna took a seat. Slamming her feet on the desk, the force was enough to send the handset off of the phone, and Squigly still barely caught the phone which had flown to her left. Clearing her throat: "Redgrave Office. I'm sorry, but unfortunately we close at nine." Looking at the clock besides her, the short hand barely struck said time.

"Oxfords. Not brogues." A familiar deep sounding voice with a strong twang of an 'Eastern Canopian' accent. The same voice of a Captain that helped her very much…

Smiling, the Opera singing PI relaxed herself in her seat. "Nice to hear from you Kazuo."

"I was that obvious huh?"

"All I needed to hear was the voice…" A thought struck her mind: 'How difficult would it have been to speak to someone on the phone with a stitched mouth?' That was in the past now, and gladly so. "What's on your mind?"

"The parade is pretty much the only thing on my mind." He had plans to bring as many of the Juniors over to New Meridian, and book a hotel to see the celebrations first hand! "Man, I've pretty much got it all sorted out."

"Good! We better be a part of those plans."

"And would the couple like a room to themselves?" Kazuo said, the question was entirely rhetorical, but nonetheless made Contiello's pale skin flush a glowing red. He didn't even need to see it to know how she felt. "I won't press further into the matter."

Contiello chuckled again, albeit nervously. "P-please… I didn't tell you and Filia about 'it' for you to make fun of." Then again, Kazuo himself probably had to go through the same problem at one point in his life.

"I promise."

"Really?"

"Have I ever let you guys down before?" He asked. Sienna sighed and nodded. So far, Kazuo hadn't failed a promise before, so she'll just have to trust him for now. "Oh, by the way, you hear the news about the two newbies coming up?"

It didn't ring a bell for Contiello. "Any idea who we're getting?"

Foxhound hummed on the other end of the line. "Not that I know about. But I think one of them is from the Chess Kingdom."

"Hmm, interesting." There were very few Chessian Reaper members, mainly because most base of operations are held at New Kord and the Canopian Kingdom. Kizza commonly takes his operations there, and from time, would invite Micheal, Nikki or even Contiello. Seeing it up front, it's a very different place: while technology had also advanced there, buildings were strangely old fashioned or hadn't been modernized. It gave an extreme regal feel, and even the Chessians were proud about their architectural work.

New buildings were built on the same principles as old ones: large use of concrete, marble and grey cement building blocks. The populace were almost as regal as the buildings, preferring to wear less urban-like garments, most Chessians wore suits and expensive dresses and coats. Mason comments her distaste for the Chess Kingdom's populace's fashion sense and social standards. Most were too afraid to raise a fist to fight for themselves, and most often make fun of other nations.

Regardless, she would love to visit again, but Sienna wanted to see the Gigan Nation and Dragon Empire.

Squigly nodded to herself. "Let's just hope this new one isn't an ass."

"Here's hoping too… But, I'll speak to you soon! If you see Filia or anyone else, send them a shout from me!"

Sienna nodded, even as she knew Kazuo wouldn't have seen it. "Speak to you soon." Gently resting the handset back onto the phone, she relaxed herself as she sat comfortably.

The door to the office opened, as per policy, Redgrave's doors are always open, and it's the service that's not. If it were to be another Reaper or a very close associate, then its employees can work out of hours. Don't expect any pay however… Luckily for Sienna, it wasn't a customer, but a good friend.

Dark skin, mint green hair (which used to be in a ponytail, and now was cut down short to chin length), purple eyes, and wearing a formal suit. "Sorry I'm late. I brought the Pizzas, no olives!" The guest let herself in, setting the pizza boxes on the desk, whilst keeping one for herself. She took a seat on the pool table, setting her pizza box by her side. "I would've made it earlier, but the club's always getting busy. You know how the other guys need a hand."

"That's fine. I didn't make it in 'til just a few minutes ago." Sienna assured, leaning forwards to open her pizza box. Tonight's menu: stuffed crust 'pollo' pizza.

"Don't you get fed up of pizza?"

Surprisingly, since she had moved in with the likes of Nikki, she enjoyed it far too much. Of course, the occasional steak or visit to Innsmouth was nice, Squigly found herself liking the unhealthy combination of bread, tomato sauce, cheese and other toppings. Lifting it up, the slice dangled above her head. "Perhaps I could try a calzone…" In essence, both were of the same thing, so really it made little difference.

"Pfft. Nikki's habits are growing on you."

Sienna smiled as she happily took a bite of her slice. "Mmm-hmm… Mmphmm… What did you get, Cerebella?"

"Pepperoni." She shrugged. "I was feeling simple today."

There was a moment of silence as the two peacefully chomped on their meals. Indeed, things have changed since what happened. With the Medici's gone, the Cirque Des Cartes did not have to serve their cause or hide any longer. As for some of the few surviving Medici's, Vitale was found very easily, and Cerebella personally saw to it his trial. With Miss Victoria's evidence, which in turn once belonged Selene, it was enough to incarcerate all but one Medici. Lorenzo was still missing, but of course, he wasn't of any worry for now.

One of Nikki's friend's, Gabriel, helped Cerebella acquire Bastet's Den. Since Eliza went missing and because of the damage it took, it was put on sale for a bargain price. Thereafter, the former group began their new life as owners of this popular club! The hard work was making sure that renovations went smoothly, but Takamichi was one to help with that, as he knew a high profile architect and its partner company which handled building and construction work.

It took several months to finish planned renovations and organisation. During that time, Cerebella lived at Little Innsmouth with the likes of Feng, and of course, Nadia as roommates. It goes to show that former enemies can forgive each other, especially when Fortune is mostly seen with the former acrobat (who is now a club owner). The club owner continues to deny any form of relationship other than a platonic one existed.

Being close friends, Sienna knew very well that it's 'complicated'. Regardless, whether the two decide to ruin their friendship for a real relationship, or stop fooling around and stay friends, it's up to them.

"So, how's Micheal?"

"I don't think you need to ask." Squigly smirked.

"You didn't… Did you!?"

She hid her flushing cheeks. "Well. Kind of…"

"Details!"

"Where do I begin…?" She asked herself… Tapping her nose, she smiled impishly. "How about we talk about it next time? Perhaps during the Parade?"

"You're so mean!" Cerebella jokingly said, playfully flicking a slice of cooked salami from her pizza at her friend. Squigly responded in kind by throwing a slice of chicken breast at the club owner. "Man oh man… Can't wait! Hotel California is quite popular!"

"Where did the name California even come from…? Ah whatever. I remember the first night Micheal and I met. We stayed there the night." That same night, they were shot at by the Medici's former mercenary group, Voltage. Having to hear the familiar constant chatter of a gun's bolt smacking against itself, accompanied by a slew of consistent crashing thunder… She can only thank the Junior PI for helping her overcome her fear.

He even bought her a yellow dress, one she still keeps, folded and stored within her wardrobe. Even though she doesn't wear it on an extensive basis, it is a weekly ritual to wash it every Saturday, and groom it at Sunday morning.

The two continued to converse, laughing and smiling through the whole way. "You two are like a fairy tale couple!"

"Not so sure. I'm the one who usually is in charge of his antics." She nodded to herself. "I'm also in charge of Marcus, considering they're both on my team."

Cerebella stretched her arms out. "That's awesome. You guys make a great team."

"Yeah…" The though subsided when something else popped to mind, and the feeling in her spine tingled to a strange sensation, similar to the one that she had felt years ago. It was faint, but she could remember it regardless. "You know, something has been bothering me…"

"What?"

"Where did Neferu go…?"

"Eliza?" The thought hadn't come to mind in a while. But then again, it was Eliza who nearly caused a secondary outbreak of demons. Where she is right now, no one knew.

---

Looking herself in the mirror, 'Eliza' fitted on her custom cap, swiping at its edge, she smiled. "Look at me, all gorgeous!" For being an accidental 'clone' of the real Eliza, AKA, Neferu, this Eliza appreciated that she had the looks. At the same time, she was still jealous that she had no powers to work with, but she couldn't care less.

For the past few months, she had been staying in the outskirts of Innsmouth, with the likes of DL and her 'Covert Posse' as she likes to refer to them. While she can't allow herself to be in the public eye for long, her different fashion sense from the original Eliza helped her remain unnoticed for the most part. On a daily basis, she likes to wear this given uniform, though the occasional casual t-shirt and denim jeans comes into play here and there.

Whilst under DL's roof, she had learned a thing or two about brawling, and certainly got as much information about her 'real' self. Neferu had blood based powers, and her entire figure besides the theon residing within was blood. As for the doppelganger, she was as mortal as most are, but she didn't know why the vixen sees something in her. To the normal eye, DL was a normal feral vixen, but Eliza knew that she was far more than that.

Training under her guidance, she found herself beaten very easily by the feral, who simply tapped or flicked at her at the force of a full-fledged punch! The vixen's prowess is enough to smash through a block of thick titanium the width of a pillar. Breaking through a pillar requires an excessive amount of strength, but if DL could pull that off with titanium, what can't she do? Of course, her immense strength, while an amazing talent, probably wouldn't be enough to win against monstrous demons and preternaturals. Well, to anyone's surprise, she had brute forced her way through even the dirtiest of fights.

Past few weeks however had been quiet. With Egrets going on patrol to secure the routes for the parades, rogue preternaturals couldn't risk being discovered. For now, they've kept a close eye out on what's happening out in the Canopy Kingdom. The real Eliza was out there, and what she was plotting, couldn't be good news.

Leaving the bathroom, she bumped in to an albino feral cat, with a blued fringe and blood red eyes. "Whoa, sorry there lover boy."

"Nah, it's fine."

The dark skinned doppelganger smiled, but then noticed the frown upon her friend's face. The parade down at New Meridian was about to take place, and of course, a lot of his friends would be there. None of them knew that Dimitri was really alive… "Are you… Gonna be okay?"

The feral nodded. "I'll be fine."

"I don't know how it feels to be put in this kinda situation. But I'm around if you need some support. Hmm?"

"Thanks 'Liza…" Past few months, Dima and the others had been the only ones she could rely on. If it weren't for the likes of Horus, Albus, Dima, DL and a few others they speak to, she wouldn't have made it out there. It's only fair to be there for them as well. They were as good as friends should be.

Eliza smiled. "Anyways. Let's go see the Boss." Patting the shorter feral on the head, she laughed. "Can't always hold yourself down."

Dima folded his arms, smiling back. "You really are different to that 'other' Eliza."

"Gladly so."

Making their way to the living room, they saw DL with the other two, playing a friendly game of poker. Knowing the vixen, she was probably losing.

"I'll raise." Albus said.

Horus shook his head and folded his cards. Diana-Linda simply smiled. "All in!"

"You're gonna regret that…" The jackal smiled deviously. Throwing his hand on the table, he revealed his set: "Full house!"

Diana-Linda winked. "Oh Albus…" Throwing her hand on the table, she revealed a royal straight flush! "Read 'em and weep!"

"First time you actually won a game." Horus noted. The whole match, the vixen had called every hand, and lost every hand. Luckily, none of the players made high rises. In essence, it was pure dumb luck that she was able to win this time around.

The jackal shrugged. "Hey, you win some, you lose some." Not looking at the two who'd just entered the room, he still gave a thumbs up to greet them. "Mornin'!"

"Glad to see that you two are awake." Horus said, adjusting his glasses as he and Diana-Linda went for a 'five-o' showdown. "New addition to the blazer, I assume?" The owl asked when he noticed an odd looking hieroglyphic on her breast pocket. It was a gold badge, shaped into an eye of sorts. This Eliza may not have the fashion sense of the 'original' diva, but this new look said a lot about her. For weeks, she would go on wearing identical garments consisting of a blue blazer, a set of blue trousers and blue dress pants with the aforementioned cap.

Of course, she wouldn't stay plain boring. With each blazer, they each had different sets of customisations, ranging from her first blazer which sported a thick golden chain that looped through her left collar, whilst another would have a similar chain, but also a large imprint of a feline Nilian Deity, sometimes the cuffs were sewn with bright colours. For her dress pants, the changes were minor, ranging from a different belt with a range of chequered patterns, or that they had matching ankle cuffs with her blazer.

Underneath her blazer was a simple pink vest, and for her shoes, mostly unchanged. From the first set, she continued to order in similar blazers and trousers, and with each one she spent some time figuring how to make it look 'prettier'. But the cap is the only thing she would not buy another of. The thorny flower upon the gold plate is something she cherishes, and Eliza would never remove her hat from the start of the day, until the end.

For Albus, she reminded him of some sort of 'Animu' character or something. Though he was a man, and didn't have her exotic dark skin. It does make her blend in with the two however since they wore suits on a daily basis. If only she traded the vest for a pink shirt and tie, she would've been the perfect match to create a trio! One thing was for sure: her voluptuous figure must strain her at the worst of times; so far so good however.

This Eliza certainly had strength. Her arms and legs had visible muscles, and her abdomen was blessed with natural 'packs', though she still remained fairly slim. Most of her athletically toned body was hidden behind the uniform. When comparing Eliza to DL, the vixen was bulkier for sure, though nothing that wouldn't be seen as abnormal to most. Most fox ferals were relatively slim, a testament to their speed and cunning capabilities. DL did not embody cunning speed as most vixens and vulpine.

As compensation, DL was strong, as mentioned. Her strength may be disproportionate to her mass, but that's not a bad thing at the least. Dima however was the smallest of the group, being shorter than the vixen, and just as thin as the doppelganger. Only DL has seen his handy work up front however, and she likes to put a good word about the feline feral hybrid.

"What's up?" Dima asked, taking a seat close by the table.

Taking her hand, Diana-Linda shrugged her shoulders. "Just taking a break. Once I'm done here, I'll speak to you two about you two. I have an 'assignment' for you. "

"Yes ma'am." Dima nodded. "Don't worry. It'll be fine! This'll be easy, just like training."

Eliza also nodded, though she had never been given an 'assignment' before, she trusted the feline's judgement. Though he may not have told the truth to his friends about his predicament, he wasn't a liar out of choice. "So what's the scoop?"

"A Private School, opened up a couple months ago, downtown New Meridian."

"What's up there?" Dima asked.

"A series of bizarre events, from missing students to strange 'light' and 'feelings' people experience that happen out of random. There is a possibility that the Reapers will send some of their finest to look in to it… So you two are not going in as Ops."

Eliza nodded, adjusting her hat once more. "So what, we going in as a Janitor or something?"

DL shook her head. "How good are you with Nilian History?"

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Fold after fold, Micheal took to packing away his garments for the next few days. Staying at Hotel California, formally 'De Santa', the others were to be there as well. Rummaging through his wardrobe, he found a small box sitting under a pair of denim jeans. Sighing to himself, he opened the small box, cautiously, as to not reveal its contents to anyone else.

Within, its contents sparkled and glimmered at the sunlight that shone through the window behind him. Its round, thin doughnut-like shape, the miniscule but valuable set piece… "Okay… Gotta ask… Gotta ask her…" This small little 'thing' was a key to a lock, one that he hoped would fit perfectly. It had been some time since they have met, and there hadn't been a moment of regret. The small arguments here and there, playful at best, personal at worse.

Of course, he seconded himself to Contiello, to which she wonders: 'Why do you leave me in charge all the time?' They were both voices of reason, and listened thoroughly to each other… But he felt that she made better decisions, and thought ahead in a lot of things. That wasn't a gripe of his, rather, he felt content with this way of life, and perhaps Sienna was at peace with this as well. A bizarre relationship, and how it began was strange itself.

Everything felt as if he was sitting atop cloud nine, his body and soul both were stable ships that sailed stably with Sienna guiding. His heart was a plane being escorted to the end of its path by a helpful dragon. There was always turbulence from time to time, the ships did collide with a few icebergs, and the clouds became a little worn out from its fluffy nature. That didn't mean the plane would crash, the ships remained afloat and the cloud didn't pop, it returned to pillow form eventually. What else was there to say? He was happy with the way things were…

Pocketing the small box into his inner coat pocket, Micheal cleared his throat as he returned to packing clothes for the week. Stuffing the last pair of denim jeans into his luggage, he was interrupted when the door behind him opened. Turning back, he smiled as Contiello waved at him, smiling as always. Leviathan was again dug in to her head, though rested himself on her shoulders.

"We should be heading out soon." Leviathan reminded the two.
Micheal nodded. "Yes. Lemme just finish up here."
"Sure." She smiled. "It's feels like it's been a while since I've seen the others."

The drake nodded. "Hard work can make it difficult to keep track of the others." He nodded to himself. "Let's make the most of the week."

Micheal smirked. "Yes. We will." He declared, Sienna impishly smiling back at him. Sienna left him to pack, and sure enough, he had already filled his luggage with enough garments to last him the planned out holiday. "Should be enough."

With Contiello, she was interrupted from leaving the office by Nikki, who tapped her on the shoulder. Wearing the usual red, accented coat, she swayed her hair aside. "Can't letcha leave without picking up something first."

"Hmm? I got a package?"

Mason turned Squigly towards the office table, but there was nothing of interest there. "Alright. No peaking, the both of you." The theon agreed, but playfully blew a raspberry. Turning away, the two could only hear large, heavy and metallic dragging across the plywood floor. Suddenly, it stopped. "Okay, you two ready for this?" Mason asked as she returned to holding Sienna from her shoulder.

The Opera singer chuckled. "Can I see it now?"

"Alright… Have a look." Nikki urged as she turned the two to view the mysterious package.

It wasn't small to say the least. What Nikki dragged in was large metallic box with the Reaper's insignia upon it. Sienna had seen several of these before, and can be used to carry a variety of things without fear of damage. The box, known as the 'Mystery Box' to some, is reinforced and padded to absorb shock damage. Did Reala send this?

Nikki urged the Opera Singer forwards, and sat back on the desk as she watched as Leviathan removed the padlock, and Sienna approaching. Throwing the cover over, she gasped at its contents… Sleek, bulky, sharp and silver, with a closed hilt shaped with an insignia of a musical note, it was a claymore sword! It almost resembled Nikki's own Legacy sword, but the skull on her sword was of course changed to fit Sienna's interests. It now resembled a musical note instead.

Taking it to hand, the length of the sword would compare from her chest to her ankles. The weight of the sword didn't play to its size however, since she could lift it with barely any effort, or perhaps it's just that Contiello's natural strength had increased? To compliment the weapon, was a large guitar bag, engraved with 'CONTIELLO'.

"Nikki… I can't possibly take this."

"I didn't make this for nothing kid. I spent a great deal forging this. It's yours."

Sienna looked at the blade once more. It definitely had character, one that probably would mesh with her own. But even so, she sighed. "First Ketsueki, and this…?" Knowing where the katana came from, she felt guilty to use it, but now that Mason gave her another weapon, it felt like she was privileged.

Mason shook her head. "They're both yours. I'm done holding that katana, and this is definitely yours. It's my blessing."

Contiello inspected the sword once more, closely looking at the sharp blade… After a moment, she nodded to herself as she gently fitted the sword back into its crate. "Just keep it safe for me until I get back." In a way, despite having little exposure to her new weapon, already she felt guilty for hiding it back into the box.

"Yeah. I will." She nodded to herself. "Don't rush yourselves. I'm getting Carol, and the rookie from Filia's team, Patrick, to cover." She trusted their judgement. But she also had another task at hand, showing the ropes to the 'newbie'. For now, she helped her son and future daughter in-law move their luggage into a black 4x4 SUV.

As she worked on fitting the bags in, she noticed that Sienna still had her holsters strapped on, with her guns 'Treble' and 'Bass' sitting comfortably within them. Knowing how Sienna previously met her fate, the fact that she is confident in carrying not one, but two firearms meant that she hadn't any reason to fear them as much. Perhaps putting her through hell during the Reapers first encounter with a Skullgirl had enough gunfire to drown out her fears. "It's time to go."

"I'll see you in a while." Sienna smiled.

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Three days since she had arrived at the hotel, Squigly woke again late at night. Micheal was still asleep to her right. Slowly slipping out of the covers, she planted her feet to the floor and stood from the bed, slowly. She didn't want to wake him, not after all the 'effort' he put in earlier. The thought alone had her cheeks flushing red, but regardless, she couldn't sleep. Perhaps the others were awake too. If not, the Hotel should have something that she can do…

But now she encountered a few problems: One, where the hell were the clothes she threw to the floor!? They couldn't have went missing, she knew she threw them there! She scurried and kept her eyes peeled, looking under the bed, all around the floor and eventually, under the wardrobe. Well, she did find her t-shirt. Perhaps it was best to just get a fresh pair of garments instead…

Problem Two: She was hungry. Hungrier than usual. Well, it couldn't be helped, what she and Micheal indulged in would definitely leave the two drained, and food was one thing she could work with. Final problem… A small box… She wouldn't have noticed it had she not looked under the bed from its right side, where Micheal's coat lie. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what it was. Right under her nose, Micheal had it, and it only made his efforts to please her feel more genuine.

Having found a fresh pair of clothes, from the casual t-shirt to the loose baggy denim jeans, she took the room's keycard from the small coffee table beside the bed, taking to the door, tip toeing slowly… Taking one short glance back, she smiled at the sight of Micheal fast asleep… "Sweet dreams…" Also, she didn't forget to bring her trusty handguns, and mounted two concealed holsters behind her back, hidden by the t-shirt and denim jeans.

Once out of the door, she looked at the hallway. It was somewhat memorable, mainly because she had been through here in the past, when she had first met Mason-Fox. The difference was that instead of sleeping in their own beds, they snuggled with each other tightly, and didn't have to worry about anything other than enjoying themselves for the next couple of days.

From that moment on, she had accepted that this was beyond a simple crush. The hardships they had faced, the times they have leaned heads on each other's shoulders, from the pecks on the cheeks to overwhelming holds of desire… It was fire forged.

The thought had to be aside for now. Taking to the elevator, she reached out for the call, only to be interrupted by a woman who had pressed the button before her. "Oh, my apologies." There was a short moment of contact, but Sienna still retracted fully, trying to keep a straight face as not to offend the person. Turning to the woman, she noticed that she was a feral, a red furred vixen at that.

The vixen smiled. "Nah it's fine…" Her smile… There was something unearthly about it, but it was also welcoming. This kind of smile is the kind she'd expect from a friend meeting a friend, and being awfully happy about it. Perhaps she was looking into too much detail, or perhaps she looked at things incorrectly and thought wrong, deceiving herself. Trying not to make her curiosity obvious, she turned to the still closed elevator doors, hoping they'd open anytime soon so that the two can take their leave.

Thankfully, they did, but of course the both of them would be taking this elevator. Closest to the panel, she turned to the vixen. Even briefly, she could see that she was just slightly taller than she, and even her heavy looking jacket did little to hide her bulky build. "Which floor are you heading to?"

"Basement. I'm looking to visit a private game in the Casino. A game of poker, if you will."

"Private game you say?" Sienna asked, intrigued. There were the few games of poker she shared with the family, and Nikki seemed to have the worst of luck. But then the last game they played, there was mention that poker players have been mysteriously dying, especially at private establishments such as casinos, cruises and the sort. "Hot game tonight?"

The vixen smiled. "They say it's to die for…" The vixen sarcastically remarked, though in a way, it was chilling to hear. From the rolling eyes and exaggerated tone, there was some truth behind it. "Buy in is pretty tight tonight."

"Hmm…" Sienna took a moment to consider the situation. Most likely this was another simple game, and perhaps not. Going back to the mystery of the poker players who have died, they all perished one way or the other, and the only thing to link their deaths together was the sole fact that the players were losers. Their said deaths however were from 'natural' or accidental causes. It went around as 'The Card Curse', and very much so.

If none of the players were outright murdered, that could very well mean that there is something amiss, perhaps someone holding puppets by a string. Could this woman be that person? That confident smile could've been all she needed, but for everyone else, she'd need to be able to prove it. Or she was invited by the killer? Or worse, there is no killer poker player, and it's all a ruse. Shaking her head, she reached out for the floor 'CAS', which rested below 'G'.

"Been here before?" Sienna asked the vixen.

"First time around this hotel. And New Meridian in general. Lot of things here work differently." She noted. "Came from New Kord."

New Kord? Most Reapers lived there, and quite a few civilians from all different kingdoms to represent the strengthened unity. Ferals are not uncommon in New Kord. Travelling from said location to a Hotel in New Meridian does spark a lot of questions. Nonetheless… "Sienna." She commented. "That's my name."

The vixen allowed herself to register the sentence, before responding back in a friendly tone and offering a loose hand. "Diana… Diana-Linda Wright. Call me DL, most people do." There was a moment of pause, but then Sienna saw the smile on the vixen's face… It was as genuine as it could ever be.

As she reached for her hand, she again felt that same strange energy, it felt almost like the one that resonated from Reala! But no, perhaps that was her own reacting in the presence of another. Looking at the feral's hand, she noticed a small tattoo, one shaped like an eye mask. She could barely register what it was since it was printed on her wrist. When she pulled her hand back, the feral quickly produced a small silver bracelet from her denim pocket.

"What's this?"

"Entry token. I happen to have two. Came through my mail couple days ago."

"Entry token?"

The vixen shrugged. "It is a private game." She hummed. "Though the rumours go that the players who've died… Always had one 'bracelet token' to begin with." Her smile faded to an intense look, but as the elevator doors opened… Her smile returned, however, it didn't have that genuine 'feel' to it that she had before.

"Well kiddo. I'll lead on."

Again, she was called kiddo, much to her own chagrin. But then again, this woman wouldn't have known who she was. Nikki knew very much that there weren't that many years between them, though she was only called 'kiddo' due to her rank falling several levels down. Reala, and Takamichi, both had justified reasons to call her as such, considering their age.

Following the vixen, Contiello took the time to take in her surroundings. She had never been in a casino in a long time, the last time she really stuck around was the time before she took buckshot to her head. Though the machines were new, the people were all the same, as were the machine's purpose. Slot machines, computers designed for gambling, roulette tables and their dealers, public poker tables of the sort…

Everyone here dreamed big, hoping to earn a fortune with what little dimes they had. The system was always against them however, no matter how much luck they had. The better they were, the bigger the punishment the moment they lose. Still, she can commend everyone here, addict or simple players, for their hopes and dreams being so big.

Her parents weren't much for gambling. They only visited the one down at River King to see the Medici's from time to time. At the very least, the River King Casino's former Medici sponsored owners were replaced by the likes of Minette, who mostly leaves it to the Casino's several managers to handle operations whilst she contributes a lot to Bastet's Den (not to mention, the Reapers). The Casino however flourished and expanded itself, with more rooms and floors to work with. The partnership between River King and Bastet's Den was a solid bridge, secured to the last support beam. Nikki, unsurprisingly was a regular… And came home empty handed.

DL smiled and stopped herself. "You know, good friend of mine used to gamble his pockets away. But then one day, boom! Jackpot!"

"Hmm? I guess someone has attained their hopes and dreams." Sienna said to herself.

"He's got a wife, a kid, and they're living it up at New Kord. You ever been there? Would love to visit."

Sienna shrugged, though she knew about New Kord since the Mansion was there. She hadn't really had the chance to explore the cities there, but the small town nearby the village was lively. Dirty and brutal at times, but still alive and wonderful. "I wouldn't know."

The two were halted by two men in suits. "Bracelets?" DL showed hers with pride, whilst Sienna simply raised her left hand that held it. "Gonna need to wear it lil' lady." She would argue, but she just wanted to get in on the game. Begrudgingly, she fitted the bracelet onto her hand. As she locked it, she felt a strange sensation pass through her spine, and shuddered…

One of the door guards attempted to pat down DL, but she rejected their attempts when she flinched back and grunted. From then, the men allowed the two in, but before they passed, DL stared at the two with such intensity, Contiello could make out the patches of sweat drenching their shirt collars… They were taller, and absurdly bulkier, and yet one powerful stare was enough to have them stand down. "Ask nicely next time… I wouldn't want the next time we visit to be… 'Messy'."

"Y-yes ma'am…"

DL proceeded on, and as usual, Sienna followed. Perhaps that was a little too much, or well deserved. Either way, they pressed on. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to."

"Isn't that asking for trouble?"

DL smiled. "Well. Everyone has bad habits. More than one if you're lucky." She couldn't argue with that, though asking for trouble isn't exactly the healthiest of 'bad habits'. As they entered the room, they noticed several players, all clad in expensive dresses and suits. The difference between these people and those in the casino: they have money, and gambling a sport to them. Losing some cash meant less than the fact that they had lost to someone else…

If the rumour of the people dying after poker games like this, perhaps it needed people exactly like these people here. One was a ginger Caucasian woman, clad in a long white dress reaching down to her ankles. She was young, and seemed to smile a lot, but all were deceptive. Her hair was straight long, and judging by the jewellery laden necklace, was well off. Whether the missing wrinkles were due to surgery or luck has been THAT good to her, it was a mystery. One thing was for sure, she did have this strange aura to her, or perhaps she was looking at her wrong to see it.

There were four others. An old man near bald-headed and sporting a goatee, a young twins who both were most likely in their early twenties at best, both sporting matching suits and similar shaggy hairstyles, and another man who had baggy eyes and looked almost as if he wanted to leave. The tired looking man perhaps was the only one of the five who wasn't winning for pride, but was more desperate to win.

The twins probably didn't care about each other for the next few hours as they indulged in their game. The old man probably had enough experience down his belt to see through any bait and switch the others had to offer.

"Sorry we're late."

"Two new players hmm?" The old man said.

The young woman smiled, albeit the innocent look was tainted with devilish intent. "Fresh meat for the grinder?" She chuckled. "I haven't lost, I'm lucky, just see my track record if you need to. I've been on many 'hot' games before." Her smile twitched.

"This should be fun." The twins said in unison… And still the man who had tired eyes said little as nothing…

---

"Fold." Squigly said as she dropped her cards down on the table. It's been a few turns, and she played it safe, avoiding calling to high raises. As for the others, DL mostly folded during the blinds. This turn, the old man, Dubois, folded as well as the devilish woman, Anya, as one of the twins threw whatever they had left.

The twins, Marco and Polo, were easily identifiable by the different highlight dyes they had for their fringe. Marco sported blue, Polo, red. Marco was definitely the forward fighter, usually pulling all the raises. Polo, while not as ballsy, competed with his brother.

DL shook her head and dropped her hand to the table. "Fold."

The tired man, Demarcus, pushed all of his chips forwards. "I call."

It was a three way fight. The twins both grunted, and looked at each other as they put aside their differences. "Fine." They said in unison. For the match, they just had been exchanging menacing glares at each other, like they were going to go at each other's throats like two politicians given knives. Now those blades were pointed at a third, uninvited party…

"Let's see where this goes." DL smirked. The board had two fours (club and spades), an eight of spades, a seven of hearts and a King of clubs. It was time for the showdown.

As the three played their hands, both twins ended up with pairs: Marco with a pair of twos, heart and diamonds, and Polo with one seven of diamond and one nine of spades which did nothing for him. Unfortunately… Demarcus played them both as his tired blank stare turned into a wide glare of piercing swords as he revealed his hand: a king of hearts and a king of spades. Three of a kind…

"Two birds… One stone. Or perhaps you two were the same bird split in half…?"

Both twins stood, but neither could even quip back at the winner… Marco pushed his chips over to Polo, and Polo… To Demarcus. The red highlighted twin sounded breathless, and his panting for air. "You win… T-this time." Just as Polo admitted defeat, a sudden outburst overcame the room as he quickly reached for his mouth with his left hand, and his right hand clutching at his chest.

Marco, seeing his brother in pain all the sudden, quickly reached out to him as Polo began flailing, and from the sounds of his choking mouth, couldn't breathe at all.

Without a moment to spare, Sienna leaped out of her chair to assist! "Easy! Easy!" Just as she reached out to him, his hand covering his mouth leaked crimson… Before he gave way and vomited a flurry of dark, untainted crimson. Sienna barely stepped aside as Polo, dropped to the ground. "Polo? Polo can you hear me?" No response. Placing the tips of her fingers on Polo's neck, she felt not a single pulse.

"Oh my God…"

DL knelt beside Sienna, as they both called it… "He's gone…" She turned to one of the dealers, who was still in shock and awe as to the sudden death before him. "Hey, get Marco outta here! And get some paramedics or someone!"

Whatever was going on, what just happened wasn't normal at all. There was one thing she knew Polo had that Marco didn't: a bracelet. The same one she and DL wore…

---

Marco had left with two Egret paramedics who took Polo's body away from the room. Sienna, knowing that right now things are out of control, requested a team on standby for any more 'accidents' that may occur.

"Well… We all know the rumours… One of us here is 'Death'. But who…? I could easily point at the guy who won that last round, but even then, that wouldn't make sense." DL explained to the remaining players. "So… I say we keep playing. It's only a coincidence he died… Right?" The party agreed, but Sienna kept to herself.

Squigly wanted to argue, but part of her for some reason wanted her to continue this doomed game. Perhaps playing to the end, regardless of the risks, would help her uncover the truth behind this deathly rumour.

Several rounds in, DL and Sienna were both down in cash, and as usual, played it as safe as possible. On the other hand, the old Debois had kept his eye on Anya. Whenever she plays a bluff, she notably sways her bangs aside and clears her throat. "All in."

"All in." She responded.

It was a showdown. Debois hummed to himself. "Good luck."

"I have enough luck to last me a lifetime."

And the results… The board had a King of spades, a two of Hearts and a two of Diamonds, an Ace of clubs and a ten of Hearts. For Dubois, his hand was blessed with an Ace of Hearts and a ten of Clubs. Two pairs.

"Three of a kind…" Anya stated as she revealed her 'lucky' hand. A two of Spades, and a nine of Clubs.

"Hmm… Perhaps senility has finally caught up with me." He stood from his seat, and smiled despite his failure. "If you'd excuse me. The loser shall take his leave." Just as he stepped away from his seat, Sienna already saw his face deteriorate from his graceful acceptance of his loss to downright… Blank. And from there, he dropped to the floor, in similar manner to Polo. It didn't take long to figure out he didn't make it either, and that Polo's death was no coincidence.

As his body lie face down against the carpet, a pool of thick crimson formed from where his head rested… "So one of us has to be the death bringer…" Or perhaps, they were all death bringers. It was DL, Anya, her and Demarcus. She could see that Debois wore the same bracelet she and DL wore, and then looking at Demarcus, he had one wrapped around his left hand as well. Anya had no sleeves and her right hand said it all: it had a bracelet.. Maybe they were all just unwitting pawns…

The remaining dealer retrieved a few more Egrets to pull Debois' body away, whilst he stayed as the remaining players requested the game to continue. He was awfully calm about all of this, but the sweat forming over his forehead was the perfect indication of fear. Perhaps the job was becoming difficult to hold on to with two deaths before him.

The nameless dealer set the cards on the board, with the flop cards being faced up. An Ace of Hearts, an Ace of Spades, and a five of Clubs.

DL smiled as she began to blind, whilst Sienna played the big blind. "This is turning out to be a strange night."

"Indeed… It's like some sorta movie or manga plot…" Demarcus noted. Throwing a few chips to call to the blind, he awaited the others. Anya called silently, gulping in as she also waited for the next move.

The feral winked at Sienna as she threw in all her chips. "All in. Not a lot to call for Demarcus since you got most of it."

"Then I'll call."

Anya cleared her throat, but didn't sway her hair like before, and there was a pause before she called. Perhaps it was another act. "I'll call."

Sienna took a moment as she contemplated the situation before her. , before dropping her hand. A ten of Hearts and a four of Clubs was a tough decision. She backed off and played it safe. "Fold." Perhaps it was best this way.

The first card, the turn, was flipped over. A King of Spades. Anya's face of agony faded and she was smiling her devilish smile once more. "Raise."

"Call." Demarcus said.

The fight between the three was more focused on Demarcus and Anya, as they locked eyes at each other, with intense fiery bile. "Do it."

The river card was flipped, an Ace of Clubs. DL called, Demarcus called as well, and Anya smiled as she dropped her cards. "Three of a kind." A King of Hearts and a King of Clubs. Demarcus scoffed as he revealed that his cards were only that of a five of Hearts and a four of Spades. Just as Anya reached out for the chips…

"Four of a kind." DL, after having no luck for the whole game, swiped Anya's winnings in a mere second. Her sleeves were rolled up as well, so there was no chance that she was cheating. The deceitful smile faded to despair, and then to a simple sigh. The feral was given the winnings, but Anya was still in the game, but with little to work with. It was make or break.

The next round. The dealer brought the next few cards on board. DL looked at her hand, shook her head and folded immediately, whilst Demarcus grinned, and Anya's skin had become a snowy shade of pale. She folded.

Flop. This time, two eights, one of Spades and one of Hearts, and a seven of Hearts. "All in." Sienna immediately blurted out. She did have a quick peek at her cards, and she felt confident that her hand is what she needed.

Demarcus scoffed mockingly as he shoved all his chips in as well. "I have this one in the bag."

"Haven't you read the stories or watched the movies? The one who boasts first usually loses." The turn. A six of Hearts.

The once tired looking man, now seemingly deranged, chuckled. "This isn't a movie."

And the river… A five of Diamonds.

"Showdown…" DL whispered, and watched as the two revealed their hands. The blank stare at his hand said it all, he had a pair of sevens, one of Diamonds and one of Clubs. Sienna… A Seven of Spades and an Eight of Diamonds. "Full house beats three of a kind…"

"Hmm… I underestimated you. I shouldn't have. That was my mistake. I never even got your name."

Squigly smiled. "Sienna Contiello."

Demarcus couldn't help but do the same. "That name... That face… Amazing…" Falling back into his seat, his face blank, and blood seeping from his eyes, nose and mouth, slowly, but surely. Another loss. It was only the three left…

"DL… The moment I came in here, people have died, and you've kept calm…"

The vixen stayed quiet for a moment… That moment of silence was broken with both parties stood abruptly from their seats, and both drew guns. She hadn't even noticed DL with one, but it was obvious why she didn't want to be patted in the first place. A Government Special…? That insignia, could it be…? A momentary crash, a similar echo to all those years ago…

When Sienna fell, DL took a moment to process what had happened. Her gun dropped down on to the table, in front of Anya, and Sienna's body lie lifeless on the floor. She shot a .45 slug at the girl's head. But it still couldn't fit the final piece of the puzzle. Every time someone won, it was almost as if they were lucky… Lucky…? "Of course." It hit her, and Sienna wasn't her enemy. There could only be one person who could be so 'lucky', and she said it herself.

The ginger poker player had already made for Sienna's silver gun, aiming it at DL who wasn't able to bring her gun to meet. "Right under my nose."

"Normally, I would've got away scot free. Well, the Egrets and Police would investigate but would find all of their deaths from natural causes. But I didn't expect the infamous 'DL' to take the bait." Pointing at her own bracelet, she revealed one difference, it was gold, not silver. "It's a beauty, no?"

DL shook her head. "So you sent those bracelets out, why?"

"Do I look like a Spy Movie villain?"

"No. But lemme guess, you wanted certain people out of the way, or their deaths would benefit you?" She scoffed. "What are you, another Demon Hunter? Or something else?"

Anya smirked. "I'm far beyond Demons, or mortals for that matter."

"So what, like an Angel?" Anya's smirk turned into a manic smile; the vixen had hit the bingo, and the prize wasn't a ticket home. "Well, not so high and mighty now, huh?"

"What's so high and mighty about being an Angel anymore? I help countless people, and yet it's meaningless, they show no appreciation and mortals continue to tear this world piece by piece. Hundreds of years pass, and vice, senseless violence and exploitation continues. So I don't give a flying fuck about honour or pride. And I don't need some demon hunting feral to change that." She swayed her gun to get DL to move to the door. "Move."

The vixen took one look at Anya, and then at the gun pointed at her. "You sure you know how to use that thing? You never know, the safety might be off." Judging by its custom design, it still had a safety lock, but it was definitely live. Not wanting to argue, she unloaded her Government Special and racked the chambered round to eject it. From there, she slowly dropped her gun on the table, and then walked towards the door.

Her back was to the ginger Angel, and there was enough distance between them so she couldn't disarm her like in the movies. "Now what."

"I think we all know what happens next."

"A miracle?" DL sarcastically remarked.

Anya, unamused, readied her trigger finger, sights perfectly aligned at DL's head from the back. "Perhaps God would give you that." She said, with her tone of voice sarcastic as ever. She pulled the trigger… There was a click… An empty click. No crash, just repeated clicking! The ginger was no doubt bewildered, as the gun was live to fire. Racking the slide, she pulled the trigger again, only to be met with another click. Pulling the slide half way, she saw that the chamber had nothing… "Shit…!" Anya exclaimed.

And from there, another sound of metal sliding back and forth, racking components and all. When Anya turned, she saw Sienna standing, with DL's Government Special at hand. Before the ginger Angel could react, Contiello swiped the empty Silver finish handgun before pulling the trigger mockingly. "No bullets. What? You think I'm stupid?"

"But she shot you! In the head! How!?"

Contiello knocked at the spot she was shot at. The same spot that buckshot had smashed through years ago. There was a metallic clang as she knocked her gun's handle at it. "It's pretty solid stuff. A forty-four revolver couldn't even tear into it." She pointed at the insignia on DL's gun. The Reaper's infamous 'Thorney Spiked Rose'. "Figured it out the moment I saw it. I was once told a story of a man who lost everything, who started from scratch and had a family. A wife, and a daughter." Though she looked nothing like 'him', the build and mannerisms were there.

Throwing the handgun back to DL, she drew her Dark finish handgun, Bass. Unloading the Silver finish handgun, Treble, with her right hand she reached out for a full magazine hidden behind her tee, and aimed them at Anya. Noticing that the bracelet was still on her arm, Anya smirked as she held up her own. "So, that's how it works hmm?"

"I pass on my luck to others, and the one with the most, wins, and lives."

"Well then. Let's have a bet: who lives between you and me!?" Sienna stepped forwards and began to unleash a volley of lead rapidly from both guns. Each shot was charged by her purple aura, which left small craters in their wake! Anya however was surprisingly quick and was more than capable of evading her shots, even when the vixen joined, shooting to where she evaded, she still missed. "Damn!"

The Angel then summoned a weapon out of nowhere: a set of Sai daggers, sharp, and covered in an ominous blue. "Call that shooting!?" The Angel's wings revealed themselves, and she flung herself at Contiello. Her attack was cut short when the poker table was thrown between the two, and the 'lucky' Angel probably wasn't lucky enough to stop herself from crashing into it.

Wright quickly reached out high, and from the ceiling, something forced its way in by request. As the dust settled, she revealed her overbearing Scythe, similar in nature to Reala's own. "Time to make a call kiddo!" Throwing the 'harvesting' tool to Sienna, she dived for a deck of cards before dispersing them across the room.

In a final bid, Sienna caught the weapon before going straight for Anya. The two struck at the same time, their weapons meeting in a deadlock, and their clash left cracks across the floor! Throwing each other off, the cards rained before them. Spinning the Scythe above herself, she then halted it at the sound of a card tear apart!

The Angel threw herself at Contiello, and she responded by swinging her blade at her!

For a moment, neither the two could tell who landed a successful blow during that chaos. But it was down to their cards to pass down judgement. Looking at her Sais, she smirked. "Hearto-no-king…"

Squigly scoffed as she showed the card hanging from the tip of the blade. "Spade-no-Ace…" And from there, Anya felt the gash across her chest seep and pour… "Ore no… Kachi da!" And the Angel fell. Turning to see the body, her eyes widened at the sight of the body now disintegrating to white feathers.

DL approached, and reached out for her scythe, which the Opera Singer handed over in a heartbeat. "Well. That takes care of that." The vixen turned to leave.

"You didn't happen to show up during the war."

"I was dealing with something." There was a pause. "Sorry if I couldn't help out. But right now, things are only getting started. But I was never here."

Sienna turned to retort, but she was gone… "I have just killed an Angel… Brilliant." She said to herself in monotone.

---

A taxi stopped by the scene of commotion, and its customer stood out once she had view of the Police lines and Egrets patrolling. Standing five-six, a tad taller than what she used to be about three years ago, she wore a long-sleeve trench coat to cover up from the cold and a bandana over the back of her head, which covered up most of her thick black hair. "Thanks!" Dropping a wad of cash to the driver without even checking the amount, she rushed to the line.

One of the Egret soldiers halted her. "Sorry, no civilians inside."

The woman reached into her trench coat's breast pocket, and produced a wallet. Opening it up, it showed her badge, and a form of photo-ID. "Detective Medici. I need to see what's happened here."

The Egret had a close look at the wallet, and then nodded. "Sorry Detective. Right this way!" Urging her over, he lifted up the tape before her to allow her through. Leaving the others to remain, he lead Medici into the Hotel, and followed through to the Casino. "I've heard the stories Detective, didn't realise I was speaking to 'the' Medici."

Loosening her bandana, she revealed a mouth with a set of intimidating teeth, and glowing yellow eyes. Her theon, Samson, blinked and used some of the hair to shield his eyes from the sudden burst of light. "I get that all the time."

"I heard that you socked Lorenzo right square in the kisser."

"You're not wrong." Felt really good too. It had been nearly a year since that happened, and despite her violent outburst, just smashing her fist into his face felt satisfying. It probably wouldn't of happened if she hadn't killed mercenaries and Stygian beforehand, which steeled her. While it wasn't exactly something she'd encourage, if it is the lesser of two evils, she'd kill if it meant saving an innocent life. Kazuo was right: the first kill wasn't exactly easy to down.

Perplexingly, it had become far too easy once she had fought her way through the former Medici tower. Though, the situation called for it, and playing it nice wouldn't exactly work out. She decided not to dwell on the thoughts.

"So give me a sitrep."

The Egret lead her to the back. "I think it's better you speak to them." He pointed at a group of familiar faces, who were hard at work picking at tidbits with tweezers. "Thanks. I have this." The Egret nodded before leaving to return to his post. Approaching the group, she waved first and foremost. Samson also waved.

"Holy shit. It's Detective Medici!" The black and orange furred feral said as he stood, smiling at the guest. "Great to see you still in shape!" He joked as he reached his hand out.

Filia laughed. "Says macho-man over here." She accepted his gesture, reaching out for his hand, before tightening their firm grip. "And I see you haven't aged a bit, Sienna."

"Of course. I'm just that good." She playfully retorted before standing to greet her good friend. "It's good to see you again. You're always out and about."

"Trying to sort out cases that've come my way before I take my break for the festival."

"Been strange shit goin' on." Samson noted. "But nothing we can't handle."

Sienna and Kazuo smiled; Micheal and Marcus joined the three. "Nice coat there Filia. I'm guessing you got my ma to sew that all together." Micheal assumed. Medici nodded. "But other than that, I'm guessing you're here because of all the commotion."

"Care to explain?" The Detective asked.

Sienna brought up a bag of gathered feathers, white, fluffy though all partially stained red. "An Angel was causing some trouble, I did what I could. There were several of us, playing poker including her. 'Lucky Anya' is what she was known by. All the other players died when they lost." She grimaced at the fact that they died probably horrible, and painful deaths.

Medici had a close look at the bag of feathers, before humming to herself. "Strange…" She reached into her inner coat pocket and revealed a bag of feathers as such as well.

"You were attacked as well?" Marcus asked.

"No. Homicide. At least that is what I was told. All I found were these feathers at the crime scene. Happened at Innsmouth."

Samson grunted. "We had to confirm with HQ what these feathers meant. Pure blooded Guardian Angels don't leave a body behind." Though that brings up the question: What consummates a pure blooded Guardian?

The group all stared at the bags that they had. None said a word for at least a good few minutes; no one knew what to say but only contemplated the situation behind it.

Filia broke the silence. "Perhaps these people were all targets. I mean there had to have been a way to get to them without being overly conspicuous."

"These bracelets." Sienna noted, showing the few she had obtained from the fallen. "Anyone in the game wearing them would die if they had lost." A gruesome power that seemed all too convenient.

Kazuo nodded. "Looks like we're going to have to run background checks on these people. You said one of them was still alive?" Sienna nodded. "Still… It bothers me that an Angel was doing this to begin with." It goes to show that even the 'Ascended' are not above evil. "Well, looks like we have our work cut out for us."

Filia nodded. "I might as well head out. I'll see what I can find from my end."

Micheal nodded. "G'luck out there Detective."

"Stay safe Fil-Fil!" Kazuo said playfully, hugging his friend and patting Samson. "You too Sammy. We're still going for drinks tomorrow, right?"

"Of course!" Samson agreed. Filia nodded too. "Yo, where's the worm?"

"Still at the Offices. I wanted the next couple of weeks to be between me and Micheal." Squigly explained.

"Sounds good. Say hi to that skull digger for me!"

Filia waved a farewell before leaving the private poker room. Now there were two dead Guardian Angels, and one of them was more than willing to murder a few innocent (until proven guilty) civilians. Perhaps these people had connections of the sort, or they were simply targets for a quick buck. But winning the poker game in the end would mean an easy paycheck, so that's less likely the case.

Perhaps there was news circulating already, and she had missed it. Perhaps she can see Cerebella tomorrow at Bastet's Den, and Yu-Wan as well. Something was going on, and she had to find out what. She waved at the group of Egrets still holding the entrance from customers, who waved back as she left. As she turned away, the Medici reached in under her coat, and felt the handgun in its holster. The next few nights weren't going to be safe alone.

The theon hummed. "Whatcha think kid?"

"Might as well head on home."

"Sleep on it, huh?"

She hummed and nodded.

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Four days… It had only been four days since Eliza had found herself in this Hell-hole they call… School. Sure, she enjoyed studying Nilian history, and perhaps she found a kick out of simply teaching it. One thing she couldn't stand? There was no sense of anonymity. Being modelled out of the missing diva herself, just about every student within a mile radius is swarming for an autograph, or just to chat to their 'celebrity' teacher.

The stroll to school wasn't going to be a picnic either… Stepping out of the 4x4, Eliza sighed as she adjusted her cap. "I'm gone boys."

Dima, left via the other side, whilst Albus and Horus agreed. "Sure you don't need anythin' boss?" Albus asked.

"A loaded nine millimetre to shoot myself…" She sighed before closing the door and heading off with Dima to the school. "Why did I sign up for this?"

"Ain't got a choice 'Liza."

Adjusting her cap again, the doppelganger sighed. First three days and their searches around school grounds have turned up very little results. There certainly was some sort of strange energy passing through school grounds, but with every chance they have to pinpoint it, it somehow disappears. They do happen to find students at said point of interest, all noting that they were unaware they were at school or what had happened the past few hours.

Each student noted with varying times that they were at home or elsewhere, before falling asleep, and wake up around the school when Dima and her find them. The student would then be sent away, and each student left all sorts of strange things behind: unknown hieroglyphics written on boards, strange logos being painted on a table, speaking a strangely and incoherently before they snap out of their trance or simply staring blankly at whatever their eyes laid upon. Could it be that these strange occurrences are what these random students seem to be experiencing?

Sleep walking and performing all these strange acts, and yet none of these girls were related in any way aside from attending the same school, and that they had not been aware of the actions they have done. Perhaps slipping in a little earlier would be a good idea, but they didn't want to alarm the teachers or groundskeepers… Eliza checked her watch: eight-fifty.

But her thoughts were interrupted when she could feel the innocent aura of teenaged girls following in glee. Silent, but obnoxiously loud glee… "They're staring at me again…" She whispered to Dima, who simply chuckled and continued on without a care in the world.

"She's so amazing…"

"Look at all that sass!"

"How does she do it!? She looks good in about anything!"

And the compliments kept coming, but Eliza couldn't help but dread each one. All of these good features were simply 'copied'.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it." Dima jokingly asserted as he chuckled and walked on.

Eliza shook her head. "Why me…?" She stopped herself and looked back. "Hmm…" But nothing, aside from the crowds of schoolgirls, seemed to be following her. Looking around closely, she didn't see any faces out of the ordinary, just uniforms. Continuing on, she was halted: clad in a formal blazer with a blouse and black fashioned tie, business skirt, thigh highs and matching dress shoes, she folded her arms at the sight of Eliza.

"Again with that outfit." She shook her head.

"No disrespect Vice Principle Ariel, but it's much more appropriate than what I would be wearing before." If anything the records shows, what she wore in comparison to Neferu was conservative at best. "I shall be heading to my class now." How did she even get a job so quickly? Perhaps being a big name and face made all the more difference, but so far she was still under the radar. It was coincidence that they needed someone to specifically teach Nilian history; according to reviews of the school, the history teachers all stuck to specific topics.

"Hmph. Continue the way you are, I doubt you'll be sticking around…" Ariel said under her breath as Eliza passed.

"Unfortunately, you'd be hard pressed to find someone who knows a lot about Nilian History, and willingly teach it to your kids." Relatively speaking. Nilian history would only be taught to third year students, but the previous teacher resigned. As for what that teacher dropped out for, she didn't ask, just hoped that it was a clean break. Mid-term however, a little bit of an inconvenience, so there was no doubt that she was reeled in quickly to fill the blanks.

As she and Dima continued towards the main building, the masses of school girls had dispersed and proceeded to their classrooms. "Hmm…" Adjusting her cap, a thought popped into mind: 'What were those symbols that the students drew on those boards and tables?'

Having looked through most of the books and other sets of data where she could, nothing about those symbols ever popped up. Perhaps she was looking in the wrong places. Looking back, she took note that the hallways were clearing up, and those that were still taking their time had their own conversations to focus on. "Dima. You sure you've never seen those symbols before?"

"I'm sure." He nodded. "Still, I can't shake that they 'feel' familiar." Gut feelings were their best bet at this point.

The two strolled through hallways, still unintentionally aweing them by their presence. At the very least, Dima had some attention as well for being a 'pretty-boy' teacher. That was overshadowed by the sheer fact that Eliza was known as 'Eliza, the Lounge Singer'. While Dima was humoured by this, it's pretty clear that he is finding entertainment out of her torment.

Who knew that being a doppelganger could subvert such a narcissistic personality so strongly? If the reports were anything to go by, it was as if Neferu had a God complex of sorts. At the very least, she was defeated by Nikki, one of the Reapers First Generation of members, with her record just about topping out her peers in sheer numbers, barely beaten out by Colonel Gabriel and Colonel Takamichi, who were also First Gen members.

What did that make Eliza and Dima at this point? Perhaps she wasn't an Official Reaper in any case. As long as DL was looking out for her, and the others, she didn't mind whether she was one or not. The hospitality was welcoming.

Stopping outside Dima's assigned class, the feral patted Eliza on the shoulder, before heading off to handle his own duties: a substitute teacher. His room today would be in the East Wing of the school, second floor, whilst her own was third floor West Wing. Her morning Class this fine Wednesday would be in 'W-Humanities One'.

Simply walking to class was dreaded. It felt as though time around her sped up, minutes going by like seconds, days like hours, hours like minutes. Perhaps her sense of perception was haywire, as she checked the time on her watch. Eight fifty-five. "Hmm…" She didn't dwell on the surreal lack of time that hadn't passed despite it feeling that she should've been around at least two to three minutes after. She shook her head at the thought.

Eliza sighed before pushing the door before her open, and waltzing in casually with hands in her blazer pockets. "Ugh… Good morning class."

At her presence, the class before her, Class 3-A, all took their seats, halted their conversations, produced books from their desks and pens from their pockets. Taking a chalk piece from her desk, she started to write on the black board. If she were to be honest with herself, she didn't actually plan any of her lessons today, but reading where the students were for all of her assigned classes, the work and topics they'd be covering and what each topic covered, she simply remembered everything she knew from the Nilian History books she read.

On the board, she wrote: 'Page 115-125: The Great Plague' before setting the chalk piece down. It was a grim subject to be teaching school girls, but the same could be said about the 'Contiello Massacre' that the Canopian History Teachers handle. "I assume you've all done your research last night." Most nodded, but their assurance felt empty. Raising a brow, she took her seat atop the desk, clasping her hands together. "So can any of you tell me what happened during the Purging of the Great Plague of five-hundred BT?"

From there, only a few students raised their hands, seven out of twenty-five. Eliza pointed at the one who sat closest to her desk, a red headed feral; judging by the pointy ears, wagging bushy tail and whisker like marks on her cheeks, she was of feline descent. "Clara, was it?"

'Clara' nodded, but looked back to her classmates who looked at her, either shaking their heads, trying to hide away the sweat and some trying to mouth part of the answer. "The… People…" She hummed, trying to pick up the pieces. "They… They sacrificed many by cutting them by the… stomach…? … And letting them bleed to death…?"

Eliza raised her brow again. "Close… Not the stomach however, they were bled by the chest. You're missing two significant details. Why did they do it, and how many were 'offered'?" Clara gulped…

"One hundred to tw-"

"One hundred and fifteen people, men, women, and children, were exactly killed during that day." She sighed. "So… You go to every other class, and from what the other teachers tell me, you are among the best class of the third year." Adjusting her cap, she stood from her desk. "So tell me. Tell me exactly why you are either afraid to speak up, or actively do the work I've set you?" She had let them off the first two days, with the second day coming with mandatory home work.

One of the other students, a pale skinned blonde, raised her hand. The 'Doppelganger' pointed and allowed her to speak. "We're students Miss Eliza… You're way up there! Like, celebrity! Like, wow! The glamour, the singing, the fame! We're still don't understand why you're here just… Doing a boring job like teaching."

"Sorry, what was your name again? Tipsy?"

"Tiffany."

"Alright. So… Tiffany. Let me give you a good explanation of why I am here. It's because I genuinely LOVE Nilian history. I look at it a lot, wanting to know more about the curious life of one of our previous civilisations. I don't mind teaching it, because everyone gets to learn something new every single day." She sighed. "But what I don't want to be recognised for whilst I am a part of this job, is what I 'used' to be. A singer. Is that all I am to you? An amazing voice? Or do you see me as 'beautiful'? I looked at myself in the mirror one day and felt as though it doesn't say anything world while in the long run."

The students paid direct attention, avoiding speaking or whispering to each other as the dark skinned Canopian adjusted her cap once more and continued. "What's a good voice if you can't say anything good outside of the song? What good is me being perceived as 'beautiful'? I mean think about it. If Queen Parasoul was here right now, you'd be the same, gawking at her because she's 'beautiful', 'strong', 'smart'. But you can be too! Heck, if you can't see that now, that's because you're not looking at the right mirror."

Eliza took a seat on her desk once more, reaching for the text book besides her. "I don't care about getting paid, I don't care about being famous. I care about a lot of other things. People. I'm still a person, and right now I feel suckish that I'm treated like an Idol, but you guys can't always treat each other as so."

"But why? Isn't it easy living it big?" Clara asked.

Eliza would never truly understand how it was like to live like Neferu, but that's perhaps for the best. What good was riches to her? "No. Because think about it. What did I do before to get what I had? I had a whole club, decorated in whatever I can put my money to, and had all sorts of materials that meant little to brag. I had everything, but what really counts. And you don't have to look far for it." When the students looked towards each other, she smirked.

For her, someone you can rely on for more than just helping you with chores but the people that will lift you up when you get knocked down meant a great deal more... "There's only so few who will drag you more than at least a hundred miles to get you away from the world when the world gets you was a moment where I looked at that mirror and realised: 'I want more than all this 'stuff''. I'm not gonna get it the way I was living then, so I wanted to look into another way of living." While there were a few fibs and lies, in the end, she wasn't lying entirely.

She paused a moment, and sighed. "You are the future. Trinity be damned, I'll throw away every ounce of my former career if it meant you all graduated as straight A students." There was silence… But her heart pumped, her mind raced; she couldn't care less who these students were, and what they did in their daily lives. Regardless of how much it wasn't supposed to mean anything to her, she still had the decency to think, or at least admit that these young kids were more than just students.

Standing from her desk once more, book in hand, she opened it. "Turn to page one hundred and fifteen… I'll start from the beginning…" The chalk was in hand, and for once, the class finally looked at their textbooks, worshiping the knowledge before anything else.

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Another bright sunny day in downtown New Meridian. Detective Medici passed by one of the recently established schools. Named after Queen Parasoul's mother, the school was 'Nancy Academy', a Private all-girls school. It wasn't long ago that she attended school herself. They were easier days, but she can't regret where she is standing now.

She noticed a black 4x4 stop nearby, similar to the ones that the Reapers had. Well, it was a popular vehicle. She was able to spot the driver and front passenger, both large looking ferals: the driver was a black furred Nilian Jackal, sporting a bulky build, whilst the passenger was a white feathered owl, wearing a fez and a pair of small spectacles. He was about as big as the jackal, but seemingly had some fat to match.

Turning away, she noticed a group of school girls immediately passing her. The 4x4 left the area after two passengers from the back exited. The crowding school girls however made it difficult to identify who they were, but they couldn't have been important. Gut feeling however told her that those two were something to look in to. Following the crowd from behind, she kept her distance however so that she wasn't obvious.

Samson was disguised as usual, preferring to look like a hairband over a set of teeth and eyes. He however went with his host's plan of following the former passengers of that 4x4.

The crowds happened to be getting bigger, but then again, it lead towards the school, but school crowds weren't THAT big. She stopped a moment when she felt her heart jump, and her aura spike. There was a small gap within the crowd, small enough for her to get a peek at who these two were. She had only a fraction of a second to work with, but both seemed familiar in their own way. Medici felt as though that a set of eyes were coming her way, and so she stepped aside and hid behind a tree, no one noticed as the crowds were interested in what was ahead of them, and it wasn't school for sure.

Their chatter was overwhelming, but the important information she needed was the name: Eliza. Couldn't be… With her theon's help, she was able to leap into up atop the tree, and she made a grab for a thick branch to hang from. With a good view ahead of her, she looked over to confirm her suspicions. Dark skinned, tall, short hair… And besides her, was a feral feline with shoulder length hair with a blue fringe, blue eyes and a Siamese cat's tail. Why did he look so familiar…?

"Samson. You seein' this?"

"Yeah…" Eliza stopped and looked back, perhaps avoiding her view was the best choice. There was something different about her… The clothes were nothing like what she would wear, and even more so was that she seemed in disdain for all the attention she was getting. Tapping deeper to herself, Filia engulfed herself in her aura, and her senses, especially her vision and smell, were far more focused.

It couldn't have been anyone else but Eliza with those looks, but it was the smell that bothered her. A trick that Romeo taught her, she found that concentrating her aura to enhance her senses allowed her to smell the scent of those around her. What made it useful was that the distinctive smell would translate into a specific feeling, in a way. Though that time they encountered Eliza was brief, she was able to get a whiff of a strong smell of iron, coupled with hints spiced rosemary. It was as if it was a compliment to her fondness for bloodshed, with the rosemary acting as a poor mask.

This Eliza smelled… It was lightly musky, not overbearing in anyway. The odour was of freshly cut grass, patched in with mild spices, perhaps akin to cinnamon. Filia took another deep whiff of the air; there was no mistaking the scents. This Eliza's reluctance to indulge into the attention she was getting from these students was most likely a partial representation of the grassy smell. Medici wondered what the cinnamon smell represented…

"Looks like her… But look at that. Ain't nothin' like her." Samson whispered.

Medici nodded. "We'll stop by here again. I have a feeling…"

"Another hunch?"

She hummed in agreement. "First thing's first." The only living player during that round of 'Death Poker', Marco, was taken in by the Egrets to a local Precinct, not too far from the school. From what she was told by the soldiers, he wasn't doing so well with his brother just dying at least ten hours ago. It's never easy to move on from a close relative or friend, regardless of the hostilities.

Letting go of the branch, she landed on her feet and stood back up, tapping away the leaves that had stuck on to her sleeves and coat. "I could use a spot of breakfast though, how about you Samson?" She asked.

"Freakin' yes."