Hello! It's nice to see you all after so long. I apologize for not writing this for a while, I lost my internet so I couldn't tweet out and let you all know everything, and I don't go to the library very often. So, until I can get more internet/computer access, this will be the final chapter for a LONG time, anywhere from one all the support, Jiro 'The Father Of Halflings' Uchiha, One Twisted Fuck Inc.
Magnus rubbed her temples as she looked across her desk at Magni. "What do you mean they refused a direct order?" she asked, the bear chuckling. "Quilla and Inti have stated that they headed out for a hunt, what you can hunt in this modern world is beyond me, and that they will return by sunrise. I tried to persuade them without violence, but they refused to listen." He said, and she sighed. "And an injured therian will be of little use, won't it?" she asked, and he chuckled. "One, injured therians, with an s, and two, they, he or she, not it. Three, no, for they would stay shifted to heal faster. And an injured, shifted therian would not be good in public areas." He said, and she nodded. "Well then, I guess you can tell everyone else to gather and wait for their return." She said, and the bear nodded. He stood, turning towards the door. "This will likely result in conflict and physical confrontation between us." He said, and she nodded. "I know." He chuckled.
Set sighed, disliking the clothing of the modern world. It was uncomfortable, and had no room to breathe. There was no possible way Set would fight in anything like this. He looked to his friend, the Neanderthalic man grumbling. He made a noise, fussing with the clothing he wore, which Set thought looked absurd on him. "Why did you pick that of all things?" he asked, and the creature shrugged. "Honestly, the humans' idea of formal wear is foul. How you chose to wear it is beyond me." He said, looking at the bright red suit Floob wore. It was unkempt, like it's wearer, and wrinkled. Floob's immense berth and hair made the suit appear tight, but, despite this fact, Floob wore it, and the large, feathery hat that came with it. While the primal being himself simply decided to wear a pair of slightly ill-fitting trousers, known to humans as 'dress slacks', a name he detested, and a shirt that buttoned in the front, one he left open, the shorter, broader being decided on something as odd as a bright red suit. Set shook his head.
As he walked through the streets, Set felt…something. It was dense, ancient, powerful, and it seemed familiar to him. He looked to Floob, and noticed him hanging over the shoulder of a child sitting at a bench playing with some form of box like toy. "Stay there Floob, I'll be right back." He said, the bright screen of the toy enthralling the Neanderthalic man. Floob grumbled, watching the shiny screen.
Set walked in the direction of the odd energy he felt. He came upon a huge building, the odd lettering on the sign in front saying 'Natural History Museum', or something along that. Walking up the steps, he came upon a uniformed man standing there. "Hey, the place is closed. Beat it man." He said. Set rose a brow as he closed in, smiling. "Okay." He said, backhanding the man. "I beat it." He said, walking up to the door. "Security systems." He said, sighing as he shook his head. Set snapped his fingers, the door opening as the security was disabled. Stepping inside, he glanced about, seeing many artifacts and such. He began to walk through the halls looking for the source of the energy. He noted the historic artifacts scattered about the building, chuckling when he recognized some of them.
Glancing at the skeleton of a dinosaur, he chuckled. "Haven't seen one of those in a while." He remarked, walking towards an intriguing area of the museum. He noted that all of the artifacts and things, such as jewelry and such, were mostly gold. They were also quite ornate. "Egyptian. Hard to believe that it's been so long since I've seen that." He said, chuckling. He noted a large, ornate sarcophagus in the room, off to the side. He frowned, walking closer to it as he felt the odd sensation surge within him. He read the small plaque nearby. "Ancient Sarcophagus, believed to belong to an Egyptian Religious sect that worshipped Anubis. Dates back nearly six thousand years. Hmm…" he said, looking at the artifact, noting that hieroglyphs on it. Then, he noted something off, something odd. It was a small symbol in the ruby eyes of the face on the sarcophagus. In the eyes was a marking that looked similar to a disk with a single tower, in two pieces. This, he noted, was the symbol of Atlantis. A single tower floating, with the tower split in twain.
Set stepped closer to the sarcophagus, holding out his hand and pulling the primary lid off. The secondary and third lids came off with relative ease, and then he noted something else odd. A fourth lid. He discarded the lid, seeing a body covered in dust and cobwebs. He couldn't make it out through the debris, but he knew that he wasn't leaving without finding out. Using his thumb claw, he pricked one of his fingers, casting a drop of blood at the body in the coffin, the Shining silver eyes shooting open as the body unfolded it's arms, groaning as it stepped from the sarcophagus. A gust of wind followed, taking out the dust and cobwebs upon the figure. "Who dares to wake me from my slumber?" the figure asked, and Set chuckled. "Is that any way to talk to your father young lady?" he asked, and she gasped, looking at him after blinking. "Father, I didn't mean any offense." She said, bowing her head. He laughed. "It's fine. Come, walk with me. I will inform you of what I know." He said.
Floob blinked, realizing that the child with the magickal folding box was gone, and that he sat staring at nothing but his own shadow in the lit night. Grumbling, he began to walk around aimlessly, no real destination in sight. He became upset that Set left him behind, and then he became more upset that the child vanished, and then he became even more upset that the creature he saw on the magickal box wasn't real, and with him all the time. He screamed, many passersby cringed at the volume of his voice as he grumbled and glared all over the streets of the city. He grumbled as his knuckles dragged on the concrete and asphalt, the sensation making him angrier. Someone walked up to him, a smile on their face. "Excuse me Sir, could you please calm down? Your making everyone nervous." He said, Floob frowned. "Gr." He said in response, and the man blinked. "Excuse me?" he asked, and Floob blinked. "GRR." He said, slightly louder. "Sir, please." He said, and Floob's eye twitched.
He inhaled, puffing out his chest, then screamed. A loud, vocal scream that cracked glass for at least a five hundred yard radius erupted . The man's skin peeled back from the force, his face and body covered in saliva from Floob's mouth, the man's eyes watering heavily from the scream, and the scent of Floob's breath, which smelt like twelve thousand years of rotting human flesh. The man fell over, twitching and foaming at the mouth, the people in the vicinity screaming and fleeing. Floob screamed, punching a building, the concrete wall cracking upon impact with his fist. He was so upset, that he realized something. Instead of harming thousands and screaming, he realized that he could eat. He would find food, eat, sit down, and feel better. Floob smiled, a spring in his step as he went to look for food.
"I see. So the servants have awoken, and are all under the control of a mere human?" she asked, and Set nodded. "Yes. A mere human, but one with my blessing." He said, and she nodded. "And us Superior Beings are now naught but myth?" she asked her father nodding. "Yes, and it makes warring so much easier if all we fight are humans." He said, and she frowned. "But you said the enemy had therians?" she inquired, and he chuckled. "I studied one of the corpses. They're Mockeries." He said, and she frowned, clenching her fists at the sound of the word. "Mockeries? After all this time?" she asked, and he nodded. Her face contorted into a snarl. "Have you determined a source?' she asked, and he shook his head. "Nothing definite. Assumedly the same individuals Magnus woke to help her with." He said, and she frowned.
"Why would you work for her, and do her bidding?" she asked, and he smiled. "Set does everything for himself, and no one else. Magnus is simply a guide, helping me comprehend the terrible things that have happened since I slept. Only my wrath keeps Magnus alive right now." He said, and his daughter laughed. Set looked out to the dark, starless night sky. "Even the stars hide from the deplorable state of affairs now." He stated, remembering that, when he was king, the stars shined every night, sometimes even through clouds. He shook his head, turning to see an elderly security officer walking about. "Do not harm him. Make him forget why he came here, something. And do not kill anyone." He said, vanishing into thin air. His daughter shook her head, lazily glancing to the security guard before moving.
Kimo groaned, irritated by the wolves and Eyadamir arguing again. "Can you all shut the fuck up!?" he shouted, and Geri turned to him, the wolf frowning. "Don't even think about it Mongrel." He said, and the wolf began to grow hair, his lips peeling back. Magni sighed. "'Tis sad that they are so easily provoked." The Lions cast dark glares his way. He smiled, waving at the two regal felines. Eyadamir was in a particularly loud argument with Hati over, of all things, who was more powerful. "How do you expect me to believe anything you say, Atlantean?" Hati shouted, the fire specialist wolf clenching his fists. Eyadamir pointed to Hati, rolling his eyes. "Reverting to racism because you realized that my superior vampiric skill is childish, Mongrel." He said, and Hati growled. "Pointing out an enemy's flaw only leads them to point out yours, you bloodsucking tree hugger." He said, and Eyadamir. "I'm not the only one who gotten attached to trees Wolf." He said, and Hati narrowed his eyes.
In the next second, Hati was slammed against a pillar, which cracked, held up by a partially shifted Hati, a hand of flaming claws held back. Magnus knew the Wolf wouldn't be swayed by anything, that last comment meaning something to Hati personally. "I'll skewer you." He said, his claws closing in on Eyadamir. Then, a ball of flame shot from the side, crashing into Hati and knocking him away, Eyadamir sliding to the ground while rubbing his throat. Magnus turned, seeing a figure walk into the room. Magnus froze upon seeing the figure, a woman whose aura, her essence, screamed primordial, divine, perfection. She strode past Eyadamir, the dress she wore flowing past her. However, Magnus saw the anger etched on the woman's face, and began to shake slightly. She snarled, long, sharp fangs hanging out of her mouth.
"Is this what you were all reduced to? Killing each other over stupid, meager things? Your sires would be disgusted and ashamed of nearly all of you." She said, all the therians in her sight unmoving. She turned to Hati. "You, Dog! Learn to control yourself before I put a leash on you!" she shouted, turning to Skoll. "And you! Control your brother when he can't control himself!' she said, turning to Kimo, snarling, the young, small therian smiling and batting his eyelashes at her, like a child begging their parent. She turned away from him, looking at Geri and Freki. "And you two! Stop acting like them without magickal affinities, and grow up!" she said, turning to Eyadamir. "And YOU!" she boomed, her nails lengthening and sharpening. "You were my legacy, my successor, in essence, my heir! And you, you, you became a priss! How do you sleep for millennia and become prissy whilst in stasis? HOW?" she screamed, baffled at her chosen. She whirled on the Lions, a snarl on her face.
She walked up to the stout-faced Mama Quilla, grabbing her by the throat and holding her up, her impressive strength impressing Magnus. "YOU are not a Goddess. You are a mere servant. I am a goddess. I am immortal. I am all-powerful. I am the Harbinger of Death, the Master of Funerals, The Reaper Most Grim. You, are a cat that a bunch of cannibals worshipped, along with your husband." She said, tossing Quilla into Inti, her hands shaking when she turned to Magni. "You, I liked. You, I could see becoming someone I actually didn't want dead so I could take the throne, much as I know that my brother would take it, because he was the oldest and the most powerful." She said, shaking her head.
She slammed her head into his chest. "Tell me, Bear, if I tear your heart out, do you die?" she asked, and he smiled, his body screaming in pain as his knees buckled and he fell down. "Milady, removing my heart would not kill me. Only severing mine head would be sufficient." He said, and she grabbed his heart, squeezing it in her hand. "And why would you not die?" she asked, curious. "Because a heart is naught but a hunk of flesh. As long as the brain can keep the body stable for a specific period of time, normally eight to ten hours, four if you train, you can regenerate one's heart." He said, and she nodded. "Interesting." She said, tugging and tearing his heart out, tossing the massive hunk of flesh over to an empty table. "There's a therian heart for you to study, Human." She said, turning to see Fenrisulfur enter the room, returning for a task Magnus wasn't sure she approved of, or even knew about.
When he saw her, he immediately dropped down, kneeling in respect. "Milady. It is good to see you awake." He said, and she smiled. "See, you always were a shining example of My Brother's species. If only your children inherited your sense of duty." She said, turning to the quivering doctor. She strode closer, Magnus noting how slow she was walking, deliberately as well, to see if she would crack. When she stood in front of Magnus, the doctor realized that she was well over six feet tall, and thickly built, likely from thousands of years of battle. "boo."…Magnus fainted.
Floob grumbled, walking the streets. His suit was dirty, and the little human with the shiny box disappeared. He saw a shiny reflector thing, as he swore they were called, and, on the other side, was, to Floob's surprise, one of the squishy pink puffballs he saw on the shiny box. He slammed his fist through the glass, grabbing the puffball, which, turned out to be quite soft. Floob rubbed it against his face, walking away, ignoring the glass in his arm and the shop alarm blaring behind him.
As she walked through the halls of the Sanctuary, she turned to Fenrisulfur. "Tell me, did my brother tell you to always be near me?" she asked, the Wolf shaking his head. "No Milady. I choose to protect you of my own volition." He said, and she smiled. "It's nice to see that you're so willing to help me, but have you forgotten our power difference?" she asked, and he smiled, bowing. "No Milady. I always have known which of us is the most powerful." He stated, and she narrowed her eyes. Was he implying that he somehow became stronger than her? Or was he admitting that she was stronger without saying as such to protect his own pride? No, she had to be stronger. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, and he smiled. "I mean that you are more powerful. You have the authority, and if you so wished it, I would figure out how to destroy the whole planet for you." He said, and she frowned, an odd thought in her mind. "How much did my brother teach you?" she asked, and he smiled. "Only that which he wished me to know." He said, and she smiled. Her brother was very private, so that mustn't of been much. She scolded herself for becoming worried over nonsense. "Very well. If you wish to test your loyalty, find me two things." She said, and he nodded.
"First, find me a suitable person, deserving of power equivalent to Eyadamir" she said, and he nodded. "Any physical preferences?" Fenrisulfur asked. She shrugged. "Make sure the person isn't beyond salvation aesthetically at least." She said, and he nodded. "And the second thing?" he asked, and she hummed. "Find me something that reminds me of my Lieutenant, you know, the one with the unsightly transformation as a last resort." She said. He rose a brow. "Very well Milady." He said, departing. She narrowed her eyes as she watched him leave. Something about him was different then all those years ago, and it made her curious. She smiled as she turned and continued to walk through the halls of the sanctuary, smile on her face.
Magnus groaned as she sat at her desk, still grossly unnerved by the appearance of the divine, primordial figure in her sanctuary. Kimo sat across from her, Gungnir next to him. "I can't believe that you fainted. If you fainted when you saw her, then you might not survive meeting the rest of her siblings." He said mockingly, Magnus gulping in fear of what kind of primordial power would radiate from her most powerful sibling, and the eldest sibling, Fenrisulfur's sire, The Wolf. She shivered. "It was traumatic for me. I've never met such a powerful being." She said, and Kimo blinked. "You seemed to handle Master Set just fine." He said, and Gungnir perked up, blinking. "But Master Set holds in all of his power. Mistress Vampire seems to wear some of it like clothing." He said, and Kimo nodded. "Meh. I guess you're right." He said, scratching his head. "Y'know, I think, shockingly enough, she likes you. Normally she just kills humans, even ones Master Set has said not to kill." He said, and Magnus frowned. "What happened if a human meant to live was found dead?" she asked, and Kimo chuckled. "Who cares? They were humans. But, most humans found dead were either eaten or resurrected." He said, and Magnus felt a cold breeze on her back. "Resurrected?" she asked, and Kimo lazily looked to her, his pupils wide and round. "Yeah. Y'know, resurrected? Brought back? Is that such a foreign concept to you humans nowadays?" he asked, and Magnus nodded. "There is no such thing as resurrection in this world." She said, and Kimo laughed. "Really? Wow. I guess I should've figured, what with the lack of magick in the area." He said, shaking his head. Magnus frowned.
"You can sense magick?" "You can't?" he retorted. He sighed. He shifted in his chair, his lazy posture being exchanged for a crosslegged position. He frowned. "What is it?" Gungnir asked, the quiet cub noticing the unusual facial expression on his teacher's face. "Fenrisulfur's thought train is odd. He's searching for someone." He said, and Magnus blinked. "You can tell what he's thinking?" she asked, and he nodded, his ears flexing. "Yeah. You see, out of all felines, tigers have the best sense of touch, being able to feel from up to miles away on flat surfaces. Since I can feel vibrations from the ground, I was trained to feel ALL vibrations, even vibration from the mind. When you speak, noise is made because of vibration of the vocal cords. Thought is similar, caused by vibrating in the brain made by brain waves. Or, at least our brain waves cause miniscule vibrations." He explained, and Magnus narrowed her eyes slightly. "Amazing. Can you feel anything else?" she asked, and Kimo closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
His eyes shot open. "My gods. Mass panic and hysteria. Authorities everywhere. Shattered glass on buildings, at least ten casualties and a few dozen injuries, merchandise stolen from stores, people doing everything in their power to flee the city, traffic jams, by the gods they're acting as if war just broke out." He said, and Magnus froze. "Tell me you're joking." She said, and he blinked. "No. Mass panic and hysteria. Plain and simple Doc." He said, and she frowned. "What group of madmen, or Abnormals could be behind this kind of mass panic?" she asked, vaulting from her chair, worried about the city, and by extension, the Sanctuary's well-being. "Relax, it's no big deal." He said, and she narrowed her eyes. "Is it Tesla? Has he created a horde of corpses and begun his plan for world domination?" she asked, panicked herself. Kimo began to laugh loudly, finding the statement hilarious. He fell from his chair, holding his stomach as he laughed.
"You should see your face!" he laughed, rolling and standing up, scratching his head as he calmed down. "No. That bitch Teslame couldn't inflict fear in the hearts of anyone except mice, if them. And his horde of zombies? Really? World Domination? WORLD DOMINATION? Magnus you should hear yourself!" He exclaimed, laughing again. "Then what is it?" she asked. He walked to the door, laughing. "You idiot. It's just Floob." He said, and Magnus blinked. She grabbed a phone, hastily punching in a number. "Who are you contacting?" Kimo asked, slightly more serious. "I'm calling the Coast Guard, the National Guard, The State Police, and anyone else who can help rein in this demonic fiend of destruction." She said, and Kimo began laughing harder than ever. "You're gonna call the military to rein in FLOOB!?" he laughed, Gungnir giggling, finding his teacher's laughter contagious. "Quick! Someone get me a Holy Warrior with a Sacred Blade to Slay the Almighty Demonic Fiend of Destruction and all things Unclean!" he said, losing all control. Magnus frowned, as the phones weren't working. "Why aren't these things working?" she asked herself as the demented tiger writhed around on the floor, laughing.
Floob grumbled as he walked about, the plush pink puffball in his hand being taken care of. He stopped at a corner, grumbling incoherently as he wondered what to do next. Should he eat? Maybe he should look for Set? Maybe he should look for more soft, squishy things to keep? He shrugged. "Hey man, you got a light?" he heard, turning as he grunted, seeing a lithe man, probably roughly Kimo's physical age, with big, multicolored hair and tight leather clothing. Floob made a groaning sound, shielding his eyes as the creature came closer. "Don't tell me you're one of those old timers who can't handle the sight of greatness?" the being asked, Floob screaming in horror as the creature lifted it's arms as if to present itself. Floob's nostrils stung, a strong perfumy scent coming from the demonic being. Floob shook. No. He wouldn't run from this fiend. He was a battle hardened warrior. A Devourer Of Flesh. A friend of Set. He could handle any man in woman's clothing. Floob nodded, standing and appearing lazy and uninterested as he watched the creature. "Do, do you have a lighter or what?" he asked, and Floob frowned. "Fine then. Fuck you." The creature said as Floob turned away, trying to be the bigger person… metaphorically speaking, or course. "You stupid smelly douche. And let's not get started on how superior my hair is to your's!" he shouted, and Floob froze. Did this fiend, wearing make-up, perfume, and womanly clothing, just talk about Floob's hair? Did he just say 'my hair' and 'superior to your's' in the same sentence to Floob, King of Buffets, Devourer or Flesh? Floob squared his jaw and placed the small puffball on the ground, petting it before narrowing his eyes and squaring his jaw.
In the next instant, less than 0.2 seconds later, Floob had spun and came down..er, up upon the creature. His huge fist crashed into the jaw of the creature, the sheer impact causing a shockwave to ring out and create a large crater, causing a small earthquake all city wide. He screamed as he threw his fist forward, the uppercut causing the creature's whole skeleton to shoot out of it's body, flying high into the sky, landing into orbit around the Earth before being ground to dust. Floob whooped victoriously, waving his long arms about. "Be quiet Floob." He heard, turning to see Set standing behind him. He groaned, picking up the small puffball, Set noticing the skeleton-less corpse on the ground. "Way to de-bone meat Floob. I'll have to patent that after I take over the world." He said, and Floob groaned. "Oh, by the way Floob, Anapa is awake." He said, and Floob brightened up. He always liked Set's youngest child. She always made him feel nice about himself, his appearance unsettling to many even in an age of therians. Floob smiled. "What's that you have?" he asked, and he held the plush toy out to Set.
Set blinked. It was the creature in the game the little human boy was playing. Set grabbed the toy, noting that it was only eight inches high, likely wider then in was tall. He sighed, squeezing it in his hand as white lights filled his hand. Fllob watched in awe as Set used his magick to crush the toy, opening his hand slowly, a small, fleshy creature identical to the toy blinking. It turned to Set, it's odd visage oddly alluring, and disturbing at the same time, it's stumpy arms and large feet accompanied only by a large round ball with a face, lacking a nose or ears. He handed it to Floob. "Be careful with this. It lives and breathes, and it can bleed and die. Don't go too crazy running, and for the love of my mother, do not attack it." He said, and Floob nodded, rubbing the creature against his face. Set poked Floob, teleporting him to the Sanctuary. He shook his head, grumbling. "Now I have to fix this mess." He said, inhaling and lifting his arms slightly, dropping them down as a wave of energy flowed over the city, reversing the damage and wiping the minds of the inhabitants of Floob's existence. He shook his head, looking at the boneless corpse on the ground. "For a man to wear woman's clothing is one thing, but woman's perfume and cosmetics, along with a feminine aesthetics based attitude? Is nothing sacred to these people?" he said, sighing.
Magnus was unnerved at the creature in front of her. She had just finished preliminary tests on the heart she had, unnervingly obtained, when she turned back to the computer and noticed something sitting on the keyboard, looking intently at the screen with big bright eyes. "C-Can I help you?" she asked, having only seen the creature's back side, which was round and pink. It began to turn, and Magnus was scared for her life. Would it have no face? Would it have red eyes with yellowing scelera? Would it have an insect's face? It's stubby arm lifted up as it turned, looking at her with a tiny circle for a mouth and big ovular eyes. It blinked, standing and turning to her. It smiled, opening it's mouth and waving it's stubby arms. "Hiiiii~" it said, and Magnus fell back, having fainted from the cuteness. The pink creature blinked, but a large arm came from under the table, a huge hand held out. The pink creature leaped into the hand and slapped it, high-fiving Floob.
Hati and Skoll walked through the halls of the Sanctuary, the former irritated by the appearance of Set's daughter. "Of all the people to interrupt me and the cat fighting." He said, and Skoll frowned. "Are you still going on about that? Leave it alone. That fight wouldn't last long anyway." He said, and Hati laughed. "You're damn right! I could beat the kitten with such ease he'll be happy he has nine lives." He said, and he heard a chuckle. The twin wolves turned to see Kimo standing there, alone. "Let me get something straight. You really think that you could beat me? You, a battle hardened wolf who specializes in fire magick, hence your name Hati the Sun-Swallower. And when combined with your brother, Skoll the Moon Chaser and his Ice magick, you make up the elite duo the Frostfangs, known for conquering entire countries alone. Having conquered all of Canada and Britannia, now Britain, outshining Mama Quilla and Inti, and your twin siblings, Geri and Freki, the Ravenous Wolves, specializing in magick that makes them immune to damage beyond what being a therian already does. Yes, I've heard all the tales. None impressive to me." He said, and Hati frowned.
"Then what's say we settle this right now, kitten." He said, and Kimo's pupils narrowed. "Fine by me." He said. Both therians entered a large field moments later, a small ways away from civilization. "You sure about this?" Skoll asked, watching from a small ways back. "Of course I am." He said, and frowned as he stared at Kimo, who seemed much more laidback about a possibly lethal fight. Kimo sighed. "By the way, I got someone to make sure Coldpup here doesn't get in the way." He said, watching Gungnir peek out from in a tree. "Hah! As if he could defeat Skoll!" Hati chortled, and Kimo waved, dismissing him. Hati frowned, growling as he shot forward, Kimo smiling in return.
DOOOOOOONE! THANKS A TONNNNNNNNNNN! Thanks fior everything, Jiro 'The Father Of Halflings' Uchiha