"There have been reports of a new Commander of the Black Mage on the scene," is what Colette opens with.
Phantom laughs, and leans on his cane with an elegant grace, standing in the doorway of the Intelligence Deck. It's a bright, clear morning, the sun casting weak rays of light across the polished wooden floors. The front door has been left open, and a sliver of cloud drifts into the room and hovers uncertainly over the ground as the intelligence team continue to tap furiously away at their keyboards, eyes focused, expressions stoic.
"Good morning to you too, Colette, Christiane," he retorts playfully. "I had a great night's sleep, thank you for asking. We're flying close to the clouds, and yet air turbulence remains ever so elusive. Renault truly is an excellent captain."
"Yes, yes," Christiane openly rolls her eyes. "Manners. Well, you didn't hire us for them, so we'd thought we'd get straight to the point. That is, there's a new Commander on the scene, and he's intent on making his name known, no matter the cost." She pauses in her typing for a moment and looks up at Phantom, eyes furrowed, worry etched in every line of her face.
"So, what has the newest moth to the Black Mage's flame done?"
"He's utterly destroyed Rein, for starters." Colette chimes in, turning her laptop around so Phantom can see the screen.
It is absolute devastation.
houses clawed apart as though by some vengeful spirit, penguin corpses scattered across the town, eyes clouded in death- and in the very center, a huge gouge in the ice that Maha had been encased in, though the thick curse-strength ice had managed to barely protect the physical form of the polearm itself-
and carved into the ice, a symbol- a butterfly, perched on the head of a amethyst eyed fox.
Christanne turns around her own laptop.
A blurry image of a figure clad in black, twirling past the camera, a wickedly sharp clawed knuckle attached to his right hand. He's stabbing a penguin through the torso, multicolored spirits twisting around him, angry, mad. And somewhat discordantly, a glowing purple butterfly mask adorns his face, obscuring his features.
"We've been investigating, and the only human inhabitant of Rein- Lilin, was last seen on the island, just before the attack occurred. It is highly possible that she's been kidnapped by the culprit."
Violet eyes sharpen, and Phantom's grip on his cane tightens almost imperceptibly. He smiles, and if in the dim sunlight it seems a little forced, nobody comments on it.
"A violet eyed fox...do you know of anyone that uses that symbol?"
"I'll look," Christanne answers, nodding her head slowly, wearily. "But I don't think there's anyone. I've never heard of this man before."
"He's a complete unknown."
Welcome! Eunwol/Shade's storyline is so amazingly sad, and I just want him to be happy. So naturally, I'm going to write this angsty piece of shit about Eunwol/Shade joining Lucid (the newest Commander of the Black Mage, recently came out in KMS) and screwing everyone over! Because why not.