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The Latent Prospect
Written by Mugen7
Prologue
It's the darkest hour of the night. The air is still, and the streets are void. Full of silence. Alone in the night, one person travels down a cobblestone path.
A tall young man, with spikey blonde hair and pointed bangs of golden tonality, and tanned skin with a slight bronze complexion. His facial expression is calm, his posture straight yet casual, and his attire conforming to a theme derived from the current and past ages of time.
His upper body, dressed in a high-collared indigo jacket with a closed body and darkened components. Shortened robe-like sleeves that expose his forearms, both that are sheathed in a pair of sleeved gloves of dark midnight, each with its own vibrant blue gem-like shell encased in a silver-plated ring marked with archaic scripture on the back of the hands. Around the waist of his jacket is a large belt; blackened like dark iron, and having frontal segments threaded with two traditional oriental cords. His lower body is clothed in a midnight hakama that flows with his every stride thanks its lower halves volume; and indigo boots, topped with external silver capped toes.
The blue garbed wanderer's solitary and alluring emerald gaze focuses itself on the looming structure of the Novus Orbis Librarium, commonly known as the NOL or Librarium. A branch facility of the collectively corrupt and controlling organization that houses dangerous sources of power, and a means to gain entry to a limitless realm known as the Boundary. But it is precisely the "means" that he aims to relinquish their hold on.
Having walked down the main street for a considerable length of time the massive structure is now in clearer sight. Ornamentally decorated and finer looking than a typical bureaucratic office, which is what anyone can expect of the organization's facilities.
"This area is prohibited to non-Librarium personnel. Turn back immediately." Notifies a masculine voice being transmitted from a nearby speaker attached to a post. "You there, sir, halt!"
He ignores the voice.
"Come any closer and you'll be deemed an intruder! Dealt with by force!" the same voice announces louder and with a heated underlining, but the blonde keeps advancing with the same pace. "Did you not hear me! I said stop!"
He has no care for warnings nor the measures that'd be taken as an attempt to deal with him. His objective is soon to be in reach and one way or another he'll see to it that it gets done.
The cobblestone path widens, and opens into a large plaza. The NOL facility meters ahead. Taking several more steps a bright light flickers into existence before bursting and erecting into a large circle magic formula comprised of ancient characters. Lazily, he raises an arm and extends it forward. In response to opening his hand the array tremors before suddenly shattering and discharging pale bolts of electricity from disablement. Seconds after his effortless display an alarm sounds with a piercing echo, and the lesser noises of the panicking guards can be heard from an open vantage of the building. They all speak aloud with a reminded sense of familiarity of what had just occurred, and who they are seeing close in towards the main entrance.
"ALL UNITS! EMERGENCY DEPLOYMENT! I REPEAT, EMERGENCY DEPLOYMENT!"
After an issued order of haste the tall and arched double doors of the main entrance soon open, and more than over a dozen Praetorian Guards appear and assemble, all uniformed in the blue and white wears of the world-renowned task force. The armed personnel brandish their weapons.
"SUSPECT IS THE DOUBLE 'S' CLASS REBEL! ENGAGE AND IMMOBILIZE HIM!"
Without a change in his demeanor the blonde watches with a disinterested eye as the armed forces charge at him releasing a battle cry.
In an unforeseen display of motion the blue clad wanderer assaults every single one the guards, defeating them with zero effort. Swift and straightforward strikes that hold an evident flow. The severity of his attacks was far too great for the guards to endure, for they all crumbled under the weight of the blunt force trauma they'd received.
Now left unconscious and prone, the blonde leisurely walks past the battered and comatose bodies and enters the facility. As he wanders down the corridor the reverberating sound of quickening footsteps can be heard up ahead. Reaching the end of the corridor he steps out onto the stairwell leading into the main hall. Before him stands a battalion of well over three hundred armed soldiers, lined up in formation at the bottom of the stairwell and beyond. He is unfazed by their numbers, and their method of trying stop him is just a case of prolonging the inevitable outcome of the very soon-to-come exchange. They're aware of who he is, so unless the NOL has a legitimate stratagem to stopping him, then they are all just wasting their time, and their lives.
"Let's get this over with." Without hesitation, he dives in and attacks, showcasing bestial agility and inhuman physical ability. His mind both clear and resolute.
The tussle quickly turns into a one-sided act of dominance. His nonchalant behavior belying a ferocity now presented to his foes. He is simply an unstoppable force storming through obstruction; continuous, instinctive, and intelligible.
From those whose bravery immediately wavered, to the outright frightened, the blonde strikes them all with his monstrous power. These men and women; from the moment that they signed up to the cause and took up arms, they willingly laid down their lives for the sake of "order". Thus, they haven't the right to run away from duty. They made the choice to oppose him, so they must abide by their decision.
Screams and shouts of anguish. Nightmarish terror. The resounding volume of wreckage and all-out destruction. Every single one of these soldiers fall prey to the "Blue Rebel's" onslaught.
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Some measure of time has passed since the battalion was dwarfed by the army of one. A feat that no mere mortal can accomplish. But the world is filled with many who can achieve such a task, and such beings – human or other – are regarded as nothing more than monsters. The image of his supremacy was like so many from times before. He abstains from taking life, although certain circumstance required he absolve himself of such leniency and recognize the fights for what they are. A fight to the death.
An elevator had taken him deep underground. Now he walks through an openly large hallway, with paralleled stone pillars on either side acting as support beams. A faint white fog is spread throughout the dull space, and the whole scene colored in a sepia tone.
Passing through an entranceway and walking for a bit longer, the blonde arrives at the nadir of the facility. A grand and sloping vicinity, built like a perfectly round sinkhole. Technologically advanced in appearance, plus pristine and bright. One can easily tell that the place is well kept.
Standing on the ledge the rebel stares at his target. A "Kiln". Essentially a living organism built from the mass convergence of souls, and will feed upon any delivered to it. Mankind's medium for accessing the Boundary; to observe, and draw out seithr. There is a certain appeal to looking at the blaring and thunderous swirl of twilight clouds. Yet such an appeal can lead to an addiction, consuming a person completely. To be lost in both the enormity and extremity of the voids density, one can consider it to be a fate worse than death itself.
"Time to wrap things up." His arm begins to thrum, and becomes bathed in an increasing dark and light aura.
Troubles began with the discovery of the first "Gate of Sheol". Then dozens were forged around the world within the NOL facilities. This infamous Blue Rebel has laid waste to numerous Kilns thus far, and tonight, he'll have one less Kiln to deal with.
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[Takamagahara System]
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TA: We are all in attendance.
TB: Yes.
TC: Indeed we are.
TA: Then let us address the matter at hand.
TB: Shall we.
TC: Of course.
TA: As we all know, in the final moments of the 724th Phase, there was an upscale in the phenomenon.
TB: Resulting in a distortion created from the converging interventions.
TC: A distortion established within the current 725th Phase.
TA: This curvature has presented itself in a manner unbeknownst to our predictions.
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TC: The Master Unit – Amaterasu... it's power is monumental; the extent of its faculty is something not even the Takamagahara System can comprehend.
TB: The influx of power from the Highlander – Takemikazuchi, coupled with the Master Unit's widescale intervention, has birthed an... unfavorable outcome. As we are aware.
TA: This "Blue Rebel".
TC: He is without question the same as "him", and despite his connection to the Origin he has never been of any true value to us.
TB: Agreed. He was but a maverick of little worth. But now, he has become an anomaly whose worth is questionable.
TC: Whether good or bad, his "worth" is proving difficult to fathom.
TA: Nevertheless, we can safely infer that his existence is now ungovernable.
TC: Certainly. To add, there is an "unknown variable" that must be taken into consideration.
TB: The nature of this being too, is incomprehensible. It has been obstructing our observations, in addition to concealing the Blue Rebel's presence at selective points within the time frame.
TC: It would be paramount to say that this "unknown variable's" interference is responsible for extracting and reinstating the wielder of the Blue Grimoire into the world, albeit the latter's existence remaining identifiable in the system.
TA: Interference began moments prior to inheriting the Blue Grimoire. However, surveillance of his actions has become stable since the appointed date of his designated undertaking.
TB: Although there are points of his undertaking that deviate from the consensus.
TC: The number of destroyed Kilns has exceeded the record.
TA: From what we could perceive from our surveillance, his assaults on the NOL facilities became notable from before the allotted time of his actual venture.
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TC: Regarding observation.
TB: Yes. While events beyond the point of Calamity are sealed, the Takamagahara System can interpret the possibilities before then, and ascertain the likelihood of possibilities ever occurring, despite the definitive end.
TC: As it has been made clear, his possibilities are hidden. We can monitor his present actions only.
TA: Ideally, we shall presume that his natural course of action from here on shall guide him to the same destination.
TB: However, with his alterations and possibilities unknown...
TC: We cannot firmly judge the outcome of his activity.
TA: This imbalance has yet to cause a major discrepancy on the world's course, thus we have deemed it suitable to our cause that we do not attempt another intervention. But, on 2199|12|31, we will not know the magnitude of the events aftermath until it has been set.
TB: He is now a latency that we cannot apprehend; a factor that was influenced by this "unknown variable", who can impede the Takamagahara System's choice of development towards the Day of Ruin.
TC: Agreed.
TA: We of the Takamagahara System, can only intervene upon major events. Until his third encounter with the Dimensional Boundary Contact Prime Field – Nu- No.13... we shall wait.
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[...]
[Edited: 19/06/2017]