Disclaimer: I do not own Hyperdimension Neptunia or any of the references made.
Summary: The consequences of a choice are numerous, random and disappointing. They all make choices; it was just up to them which choice they pick. This was… not what he expected when he picked his.
Reminder: Everything is planned, if you don't like where I'm going then you're free to leave whenever you want.
-This is Fanfiction, anything could happen.
Plutia opened her eyes and saw pandemonium, her tired smile slowly dropped along with her arm. Her doll falling to the ground, bouncing once and then twice, then stopped. All movement halted in the girl, her chest no longer rose and her eyes barely held back the hot tears. This was the scene that befell her, this was the scene she knew would come... the debris holding her down was lifted and thrown away, purple orbs locked unto her and cried.
Planeptune... was in flames.
In the middle of the roaring flames and fallen comrades stood two figures, one female and the other male. The female held a staff while the male a sword, beyond them was a floating nation. The male lips stretched into a glowing smile, then parted to say, "Such a bad child, shall I show you a lesson?"
Neptune jumped from the couch with a start, the controller Noireso graciously bought for her flying into the air and broke on Plutia's head, rousing the tired girl from her slumber. She scratched her head in confusion, 'That was a weird dream, wonder what the Traitor's doing. Hopefully not plotting Planeptune's demise.'
"Its taking too long..." Plutia frowned as she sat on the sofa, "Its taking too looooong...!"
"Be patient Plutia, I don't like this either," Noire tapped her foot on the floor in impatience. 'Did he meet that flat girl again?'
Neptune could really care less, which kind of worried her, back home she was never this... mean with someone before. Well there was Noire but Noire was Noire and if she wasn't mean to her then Noire wouldn't be Noire anymore, she would just be a sad, lonely soul with no friends and a sister who get flatter with her transformation. Neptune liked making fun of Noire, both here and there. Which was why you should give her more screen time and lines you author!
"I feel like you just insulted me." Noire narrowed her eyes at Neptune...
"That's probably just your imagination again." Aries snickered, kicking the lilac haired Neptune's ass in a good-ole-game of FPS. "Ha! Take that you confusing bitch!"
"Why, am I confusing?!" Neptune shouted. "Tell me, shape-shifting woman!"
Aries shrugged, "Well, you're the most random person I ever had the displeasure of meeting and you also have that disgusting obsession with pudding. I hate pudding. Therefore I hate you."
While Neptune and Aries battled in a clash of food preference, Histoire had just finished a call with the Lowee CPU concerning their new status...
She wanted to meet Plutia, and Noire... though she wanted to meet the former a lot more.
"Phew, now then,o(_ _)o" Histoire took a deep breath, "ALL OF YOU GIRLS GET OUT AND WORK!(ʘдʘ╬)"
It always surprised Neptune how strong this girl was and yet she only showed it when she was in 'Pisty' mode... is it something with being mad? Is tiny, cute little Histy gonna turn green...?! Eww, that's gross. Anyways, with the newly named 'Pisty Powers' Histoire threw them out of the Basilicom with a show of force.
"And do not come back without Scath!" Who was this girl? His mother, pssh, yeah right. "And work!"
The people treated this as a normal occurrence.
Noire rubbed her bum, "Oww, dang it, that hurts."
"Why me?" Aries laid on her stomach with Neptune and Plutia on top of her, "Why not Noire?"
The black haired Goddess smugly grinned above her, her eyes saying a silent message of 'feel my pain' and everything else, 'Bitch please.' The Harpy grunted and made the two lazy girls slide down her body, 'When the time comes, I will not save you. I will laugh at you. While flying.'
Neptune rubbed her bum, "Owie, sheesh, did you guys feed Mini-Histy steroids? Big-Histy was never that strong."
Plutia tilted her head, "What's ste-roi-ds?"
"When your older Plutia!" Noire hurriedly said, "Anyways, what do we do no- NO! Neptune, we will not go to a arcade!"
Neptune innocently lowered her hand.
"By the way where's Falcom?"
"Ah, she passed out remember? I think she's sleeping on the couch."
"...Wasn't-"
"Yes, Plutia used her as a pillow."
"...Nice."
Plutia yawned, "I'm so tired..."
"Don't fall asleep! This is your brother we're talking about," Noire huffed, "Aries, give us an bird's view."
'You're saying that on fucking purpose, aren't yo- oh wait, you don't know, oh well!' Aries nodded, letting her skin grow onyx feathers. The people that were previously admiring her barely covered form were shocked at the split second transformation. Some got even more turned on at the addition of arm-wings and bird legs, don't know why, but it was creepy. The Harpy narrowed her eyes and scanned the southern part of the Planeptune Capital.
"Uhm..." Noire tapped her foot. "Shut up! I can hear your thoughts from up here! This shit takes time dammit!"
Aries' eyes locked unto the alleyways, the man had a strange habit of hanging out in the most dirtiest and most corrupted of places. Alleyways, strip clubs, bars, anyplace where the scum of Gamindustri was found, Scath was usually there with them, gathering information within the underworld while squelching rising rebellions before they could even start. Anyways the best ways to find him was think of the opposite of the opposite of the opposite of the opposite of that opposite and think of the opposite again and there he would be.
Most likely standing over the beaten manged bodies of men or women of all ages.
The Harpy then focused on her ears, if sight doesn't work then sound might... "Argh! I can't find my hubby!"
"For the last time, he isn't your hubby! Stop calling him that," Noire huffed, "Moving on, let's go."
Aries purposely crashed on the black haired Goddess' head and appeared innocent enough to make it look like an accident. Noire almost blew a fuse but calmed herself down, glaring at the unapologetic face of the girl. Neptune stood uncomfortably between the two while Plutia followed tiredly, completely and blissfully ignorant of the two. Falcom, who joined them after escaping Histoire's neglected eyes, ran back to them just exiting a bar where she usually gets info, but this tine was one of the rare cases she didn't get anything useful.
The red haired adventurer's eye twitched when she spotted Aries' breasts bouncing, tempting and giving all males blue balls.
"Hmm?" The Harpy hummed, dusting her shorts and tank-top, the term 'barely decent' was perfect to describe her state of dress. The button on her ripped shorts was open and she wasn't wearing any underwear, being a monster and all her sense of decency was non-existent and for the top she wore a piece of black cloth that covered her front from the perverse eyes and a belt going around it, "Oh? Did you notice that I just out-cupped you? Why, how nice of you, I think I grew just yesterday. Too bad you don't grow anymore, maybe then you might just have more friends. Ho~ ho~ ho~"
"Bitch." Noire muttered.
Falcom could only look on in confusion, wondering what she missed.
"So Spear's reincarnation's just passed his second trial? Sheesh, I was kinda worried he would bail before the Final Trial, like you know, the last one. Right Legacy?" Said the jester mask, with green make-up and red lips with hollow holes for the eyes and mouth. The mask's lips widened, "Legacy~ You aren't thinking of... you know, forcing yourself on the poor kid... right?"
Legacy's form was shrouded in shadows, only the mechanical fingers drumming on the counter top was visible. The voice that followed was neither male, female or robotic, it was both full and empty, "My thoughts do not concern you,"
"Aww, isn't that cute? Little ole Legacy thinks it has a choice!" Jester chuckled, "You'd do well not to forget your place. Now then! Should we pay out seventh friend a visit? Ooh, but what mask should he be? Bull? No, no, that sounds stupid, Phoenix? Ahh, but Valerie might get angry... Oh I know! How about a Wyvern? You know, four limbs, wings for arms, useless sons of bitches right? Since you know, this generation's reincarnation's pretty weak."
"What? No words to say to Jester? Hm, Legacy? Hm, hm, HMM!? Oh well, I was thinking of paying little Spear a visit... oh but I'm a little busy." Jester ginned wider, "Oh! I know, how about you visit the kid? Since you know, you've been kinda stalking him since Bull-man was beaten. Still bummed the blessing was half-cocked by the way."
"I believe that is the reincarnation's fault. The Trial's Blessings are rewarded to the Possibilities' current state after they have finished their Trials." Legacy said. "...Jester?"
Jester hummed, rocking on the chair and tapped rapidly on the floor. The whole building shook from the action. "...I can't decide! What should I have? The Black Heart Chorus is spicy and sweet or the Planeptunian Requiem which is bitter and sour!? HELP ME DECIDE MY BREAKFAST LEGACY!"
"Ugh, don't come near me." Legacy cringed, "You have human blood all over you!"
"Aww, I thought you liked indiscriminate slaughter!" Jester exploded in a fit of giggles and drew attention from the crowd outside, he waved cheekily, diffusing it before anyone starts asking questions. "...Wait, don't I have to kill anyone that sees me?"
"N-"
"I thought so! Wait a minute, I'll be right back, I'mma gonna kill me some pussies!" Legacy groaned, "Bah! Don't be a prude, you know you love it when I 'kill' your pussy."
Legacy slammed her fist on the table, "AS IF! GET GOING ALREADY!"
"Sheesh, stingy bitch, fine! Fine! I'll go, but just so you know, I left of my own volition. I didn't leave because you scare me idiot!" Jester jeered, "I'm gonna go hunt Spear later, not like you care!"
(Flashback)
"Scath~" Uranus called for the four year old sitting on the porch, staring into nothingness as Plutia played with his hair again. It was just so messy and yet so soft and tangled the similarly messy haired girl was having the time of her life combing her fingers through the raven locks. "Don't ignore me!"
"Ah," The kid stood up, Plutia pouting like a chipmunk again. "...?"
Uranus sighed then grinned, "Mommy got a gift for you~! Why don't you give her a hug, hmm? C'mon~ give mommy a huuuug!"
Scath stood completelt still, his eyes staring up to her crouched form, minutes ticked by in silence with the sounds of Plutia purring as she combed through Scath's hair once more. Uranus' legs were shaking, not used to being in this position for so long, the sadistic woman's 'motherly' smile becoming strained as more time passes. Scath never blinked, eyes locked onto her every move and breath.
It was creepy.
And cute.
"Aww!" Uranus lunged for her adopted son and blood daughter and cuddled with them, rubbing her cheeks against their adorable pudgy faces, especially Plutia's! Oh, how she wished they would never grow up! Uranus wished they would stay her precious babies forever! Alas, everything has to come to an end. Plutia was a fragile girl, smart, but very, very fragile. "Well then, Plutia, darling, can you go to your father and stare at him until he gets putty under your cuteness? Mommy and Scath's gonna go for a little walk, m'kay?"
"Aww... I wanted to play more...!" Uranus petted her chipmunk face daughter, "Alright... I guess I can have some fun with daddy instead..."
Plutia kissed Scath's forehead like a true older sister, getting no larger reaction than a very light flush from the kid, and dragged her foot back into the house. "Ah, Plutie, what can... I... ... ... you are just too precious, c'mere! Daddy gonna be your slave!"
The change was immediate.
The light in Scath's eyes vanished and become blank and vacant, they still looked like they would stab you though, never found out why. Uranus just smiled and picked the boy up, pressing her bosom against the boy's scalp, she made her way into the dense forests towards her present. "Nice day we're having, eh Scath?"
"...It... is adequate." Uranus' eyes shined, she was making progress! Ooh she almost came right then and there, if she was ever thankful for something other than Plutia, she was thankful she let her pick who they were adopting! "...Can't... breathe..."
"Death by titties is a way most men would want to go!" Scath just tilted his head in confusion, "Eh, oh look! A sons of a bitches, let's go torment them, ehehehehe?"
Scath merely watched the purple haired woman dance around the monster's blows, weaving through attacks while lashing out with her sword/whip she called a Urumi Sword. What would've taken hours was only two minutes to the powerful and flexible woman, standing in the middle of he bloody, mangled, beyond comprehensible capabilities corpses, Uranus stretched out her body with a small laugh and moan. "Oooh, that felt goooood! Now then, let's go to your present shall we?"
Scath nodded, not at all fazed by the carnage, compared to what he has seen when he was younger, something like this... was Monday.
"And here we are!" Uranus took him to the cliffs, a waterfall was to the side and a vast clearing to the other. They stood by Loweean borders but nobody cared about that. The mother walked towards a box and motioned for him to come closer, "Ta-dah! Its your first weapon!"
"...Why?" The woman presented him a plain looking broadsword larger than his whole body, Uranus pressed the sheathe against her chest and coo'ed at his confused look.
"Because, its a brother's job to protect their sisters, and a man's job to protect the wom-"
"You can take on two nests of Ancient Dragons and call it a workout..."
"Bah! I'm special, quit changing the subject! Anyways," Uranus picked up the broadsword and handed it to the significantly smaller child. "I'm gonna be your teacher, mentor, mother, master and anything that teaches shit! Remember everything I say because mommy and daddy won't always be there for Plutie and you, okay?"
"...Understood." Scath fell face first from the weight. "...Ow."
"Ah, maybe we should start with a boken first? Hehehehe," Uranus winked, "Don't tell Plutie, okay?"
"S... Scath..." The bloody face of Uranus sadly smiled, "L-Listen to me, okay? You must..."
"Ahm, my name is Neptune and I, uhm, I saved you." Scath blinked dumbly at the shocking look-a-like with his sister's friend. This must be what Neptune feels when she sees her dimension's counterparts and interacting with them, their memories of each other sheltered in her mind out of effect as the other party had none. "Uhm, why did you look like you just fought a bear and lost?"
"Change bear with 'giant snake' and lost with 'brutally injured but won' and you just guessed what happened before you found me." Neptune (Alter) nodded, "Ah, right. You can call me Scath,"
"You mean the Rejected Ruler?" So Younger Brother of Planeptune stopped? Good. The name sucked. "I didn't think you were so weak!"
His eye twitched, 'She's a kid, probably two years younger than Noire when we first met. She doesn't know I fought a snake even a God can't beat fair and square... probably. Calm thyself Scath, remember Mina's training, remember Mina's training, remember... how is Mina doing anyways? Ooops, got sidetracked there. "Hmm, I wouldn't call myself weak child, but compared to the CPUs I guess I am. What I fought was definitely far above CPUs,"
Neptune (Alter) opened her mouth to say something but heard footsteps getting closer and closer, she paled as a familiar pattern made itself known, the clanking of chains connected to heavy metal balls dragged behind the lumbering giants. The uniquely colored haired girl jumped at the still injured man and covered his mouth with her tiny hands, "Please play dead! I-I-I won't survive if they find me! Please! I'm begging you!"
His eyes were confused, his face was cofused, everything about his entire body was confused. Scath nodded and covered the girl with his barely intact jacket, mostly around her head as it shined like a beacon and turned so she was backed into a wall. His ribs screamed in pain, begging him to voice it, while his arms trembled fron something.
"Huh? Oy! Little brat! The hell are you?!" From the voice it sounds like a middle aged woman trying to sound young. Not much power was behind it but at his state... even if he tried she would win. Scath pressed the girl closer to him, masking her scent and covered her body with his.
One dog sniffed him and didn't notice Neptune. Blood really was a good idea, gross, but what works works.
"Oh boys~ did you lie to me? How cruel, after I let you play with me and sated your lust, how could you do this to me?!" The metal balls scraped at the floor and the clanking of chains increased, Neptune let out a silent cry. "Darling, deal with these cretins would you? I feel Staigin's watching us from afar, and as his (Unknown) I must show off!"
Three simultaneous snarling responded to her words and pained cries of men as beasts ravaged and ended their lives as painful as possible. Neptune pressed herself closer and shielded her ears at the trauma inducing blood curling screams.
"Ah, ah, they were no fun! Oh well, too bad." The woman sighed, "Cerberus, return."
Three barks and howls.
The sounds of tires tickling across pavement tickled their ears. Neptune moved to stand but a quick look from him made her stop, fear was good when someone knew how to control it, fear was good when people need to survive, fear was good to get people together... and apart. Soon after the woman left elderly, men and women, children of all ages moved towards the dead bodies and pillaged whatever they could find. Desperation at its finest. Men punched the elderly while women kicked the children and the children stabbing each of the three, he elderly knew to play the injured and faked their injuries just for a chance to get closer.
Scath stood up and carried the girl with him, jumping to a roof to avoid the desperate beneath they watched as they practically stripped the men.
"W-Where are we going?!" Neptune (Alter) was very scared. Then she gasped, "Y-You aren't 'taking' me are you?!"
"...Perverted child," Scath blankly deadpanned.
Planeptune Tower or otherwise called the Planeptune Basilicom was one of the most treasured and expendable buildings in the entirety of Planeptune, next to the normal houses and buildings made for the very purpose of 'canon fodder' the Basilicom was both a place to call sanctuary, church and vault all in one. The employees were happy just being of use to their Goddess, simply seeing her every once in a while when she leaves for a nap was a blessing in on itself.
"Lord Scath!?" The teen's eye twitched, "What happened to you?!"
The employees flooded in and began a stream of questions, concern on their features while some held very well hidden desire to take his spot. However, when a small child with similar looks to the second Goddess residing in their Basilicom all came to a halt... and renewed another stream of questions.
'Who is she?' 'Why is she here?' 'Why are you carrying her?' and the most famous, 'Why does she smell like you?'
Those were the majority of the questions.
"Enough." Scath pushed through the crowd, them parting as they saw he was in no mood to entertain them. "Where is Plutia?"
The brave one walked up, "T-They just arrived, I believe they are in their room."
"The Goddess of Lowee came in not too long before them," Another said.
"Why does she hold your weapon?" The most interesting one mentioned. "Ah, the elevator crashed! Two people were in it, one died while the other survived."
Scath grunted, "I see, name?"
"Unknown."
"...I'll look into it, where's the body?"
"In preservation,
He sighed, 'More work. Wonderful. Well, this should be a piece of cake at least.'
Neptune (Alter) was passed out in his arms with foam coming out of her mouth, sorta his mistake, how was he supposed to know she had a fear of heights? Neptune (Origin) literally came down from the sky as casual as one can be and showed no sign of it, yet this girl passed out from just a few stories high?
"It's because you did stupid parkour!" Orochi shouted.
'You, have a lot to answer, so prepare yourself.' Scath mentally said as he trudged up the stairs. He was very balanced when he maneuvers through the buildings, said so from Plutia herself, the girl even passed out. Think of that.
Once he arrived at the door, two foot met his face.
"-You're grounded.ಠ_ಠ" There was no hesitation in that. Just a simple and immediate, 'You're grounded,' and then everything was done. Histoire may be small in everything, but she had lived with Plutia and learned how to deal with children being troublesome. "Now then, I believe you are Neptune?o(^▽^)o" The little girl on a book approached, "My, how cute.o(^▽^)o" 'I honestly assumed she had already perished.（°o°；）'
While Scath sulked for being grounded (At his age no less!) and their lack of concern, Neptune (Origin) and Neptune (Alter) stared at each other and hadn't stopped since the other dimension version came into the room. Histoire floated towards them and asked, "I thought you would have been more... excited.(゜-゜)"
Neptune (Origin) scratched her cheek, "Uh, yeah, I guess... hold on let me test her. Only I, the Neptune of all Neptunes, can see if she really is a Nep."
Neptune (Alter) hid behind the sulking teen and watched as her look-a-like walk forward. "Do you Nep?"
Neptune (Alter) tilted her head, "...Nep?"
"Yeah, you know."
"...NEP... Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep?"
"Nep... Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep."
"Nep... Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep!"
"Nep... Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep Nep NEP!"
"Nepu!"
"Nepu!"
"Nepnepu!"
"Nepnepu!"
Neptune (Origin) grinned, "Yeah, she Neps."
Scath blinked, "What... just happened?"
"We Nepped." The two said, in complete synchronization. "So get Nepped."
The older one smirked, "Heh, I like this gal. Where'd you find her trait?"
"Its more like she found me," The grounded man grumbled, "...I think she saved my life, like you did back then Blanc."
The cake-themed Goddess raised her brow while her sisters gave her looks, especially Rom. Plutia's eyes widened, which was more like to or three inches wider, and snapped her neck to the sweating brother. Noire grunted, having already heard of this story... just not this one. "Ah, you mean that time? Yeah, I'm pretty sure you'd die if I left you there."
Noire slammed her hands on the table, a look of anger and worry on her face, Plutia sported a somewhat betrayed and sad look. Noire spoke in behalf of them both, "What the hell?! Why is this the first I'm hearing of it!"
Blanc quirked a brow, feeling a smirk grow on her face. Scath suddenly regretted ever opening his mouth, "Well well, looks like he doesn't trust you as much as you think he does. I wonder, how much more do I know than you?"
Noire's power dangerously skyrocketed and her eyes began showing signs of HDD. Plutia merely hugged the toy in her arms until the head popped off and landed in front of Rom... who hid behind her sister.
"Why you-!" Rom and Ram placated her, "Tch, not even worth my damn time. By the way we found your weapon two days ago and I've been meaning to give it back."
Noire's eyes widened along with Aries, quietly the Harpy joined the girls opposing Blanc while handing Neptune (Origin) and (Alter)'s ass in game. They were too easy really. Anyways, 'He never lets anyone touch his stick...' Plutia looked down and began kicking on the floor, 'Was I a bad sister?'
She was confident she was a good one. No one ever told her otherwise, yeah she relies on him to cook, clean, rule, stamp, sign, dress, bathe, brush, play, sleep, protect, fight, and many many more things with and for her but he never complained. Plutia slumped with a depressed air around her. Was it the three years? It definitely had to be the three years...
"I want Scath back." There was no usual drawl. Noire appeared surprised while the rest alarmed. They (sans Scath and Neptune (Alter)) feared she might turn into Sadie at any moment. "I'm not taking no for an answer."
"B-But Pluti-!" The Goddess of Lastation cowered under the cute, sleepy but otherwise commanding aura that reminded her too much of the girl's deceased mother. 'A-Aunt Uranus?!'
She could feel her knees get weak, 'T-This is Plutia when she's serious... dang, I'm the weakest!' She just realized that.
"Am I clear?" The involved gulped, but nodded, "Good."
Her episode done and over, she reverted to the Plutia they knew and loved, drawl and all. "Aww~ Sorry about that, I lost my cool for a second, ehehehe...!"
"I-Its fine!" Noire squeaked. 'And like that, I am once again reminded not to get Plutia angry, sheesh, that shaved some years off my life, and I'm immortal!'
Plutia was scary when she transforms, but only those that grew up with her knew just how scary she can truly be in her human form. True, the image of a sexy, scantily clad woman smirking down while she stood above you like your a dog and she your master was hot to some and disturbing to others, the image of a little girl, easy to take advantage of, easy to manipulate, easy to befriend and overall an innocent little lamb? Yeah, she'd take Iris anytime.
"I... guess I'm staying here then?" Scath was reluctant to part with Lastation, then again, "It was only matter of time I guess,"
Neptune (Alter) remained silent, wondering if she would ever show up, she thought she would never until the twins approached her and felt Scath's eyes. The two were about a decade older, but were only a few inches taller... that irked them, Ram more so when she sensed something odd with her. With a raised arm and blank, jealous face she said.
"You're gonna get big bazookas."
Night... was very noisy after that.
Courtesy of Blanc of course.
At least she became friends with Plutia so... win?
It was an unspoken rule that no one should ever wander the streets of the red-lights district if they weren't looking to get raped, stolen, or kidnapped. Legacy walked through these dark streets with no concern, even with her flushed cheeks and 'mature' body, she did not even grimace when footsteps followed behind her. Her face still covered up by a hood and scarf, yet she let everything below be covered by an elegant dress made for nobility. 'I swear, I am going to kill Jester.'
Jester was beside her, dressed as a clown, and was humming like some little boy licking a lollipop.
"Hey, Legacy, you smell that?" Jester made a show on sniffing the air, "It smells like... bullshits trying to hit on you!"
Legacy sighed, shaking her head in disappointment and slight embarrassment as people began looking at them... no, at Jester funny. From the crowd came whispers, from the sluts came gossip and the bastards a new target. Those who wants to look 'good' by beating someone they thought weaker came up to try their luck.
"Explosive clocks!" Jester cackled as the men desperately tried to pry the ticking clocks stuck on their chest. "Hahaha! Idiots goes boom! Boom!"
When the hand struck 12, time stopped and their bodies quite literally stretched and became a spiral. Being sucked into nothingness and formed a box, said box hovered in the air and as Jester snapped his fingers, flew up where they exploded like- "FIREWORKS! HAHAHA! FIREWORKS OF BLOOD AND FLESH! HAHAHA!"
Legacy palmed her face, 'Why did I bring him along? This was supposed to be a search-and-convince mission! Now look what you've done!'
After he did his little dance of joy, the clown dressed man innocently blinked at the scowling woman, "You didn't like my show? B-But I put so much effort!"
"Yes, I did not like it." She bluntly said, "Now go east. Don't come back until you find our target, am I clear?"
"...Are you mad?"
"No, I'm merely disappointed." In herself.
...Five minutes later.
"Jester, I swear to our ancestors, I will kill you if you don't come back right here right now!" Legacy growled menacingly, her fists clenched and eyes dangerously narrowed at the cackling man having his fun with those gang members. With a 'kicked puppy' look, Jester made his way back beside the shrouded woman and sulked, nevermind the coat of blood on him, he was more concerned about if he'll even get dinner now.
...The man killed the gang member anyways and moved to kill the last one, "JESTER!"
Jester froze, fist inches away from punching the man's face in. She was already too late to save the last forty? Legacy lost count a long time ago. The woman scoffed, here they were looking for info on another 'Possibility' and all of a sudden a gang of fifty tried to assault her. With a few throwing knives here and a few throwing knives there, nine have fallen. The commotion they caused called this jackass from fucking a prostitute who she was sure has STD.
"Poo, party pooper," The man boo'ed, "Poo! Poo! Poo! Hmm, poo!"
"For the love of-! Shut up." Legacy scowled.
When the last remaining gang member fell to the ground, she raised a brow when his power spiked while Jester almost creamed himself. Flesh grew fur, his head changed shape and his teeth elongated. Legacy began thinking of puppies, cute, little, adorable rabies infected puppies. Jester began thinking of Bosingtang.
Legacy brought out her silver tipped arrows and notched it on the ash-colored intricate bow. "Have you found what you needed?"
Jester crossed his arms, "Party Poopers don't deserve to know."
"I will shoot your testicles off."
"Gah! No! Not my testies! I need those to have sex!" Jester yelped and hid behind a dumpster. "I mean, I can grow them back but that's a whole day! Do you know how many lives I can fuck up in that time?!"
"I do not care about your hobbies, now get out there, before I shoot you along with that puppy!"
The Werewolf lunged for them with speed of mach 1, dashing side to side as it tried to confuse them. Legacy's trained eyes easily followed its erratic movement and just sighed, Werewolfs were beings of speed and power, she thought this would prove to be a good way to challenge herself... turns out she was wrong. It was moving so slow it might as well have been a snail. She aimed directly up and muttered a chant, "Pierce the Stars [Scorpio Shot]!"
Jester whistled as the arrow changed half-way into a majestic duck, flapping its wings as it tried to reach the stars above, Legacy's blushing face covered by the black scarf was so cute. She quietly muttered an 'Oops' and another mutter saying, "[D-Desperate Chol]"
It split into four more ducks and plummeted like rocks in water, their wings spread and their beaks pointed at the frozen wolf.
With a 'Quack' and 'Quack' and 'Quack' [Desperate Chol] struck its target with the force of a two tons bomb.
"Haha! You failed!" Jester cackled, "...I think we should bounce. That explosion probably woke up Spear and everyone in Planeptune. That or they're already heading here from mine, can't say."
It was a night like last night, the streets were bustling and the crows were cawing, humans of all ages and genders traversed the thin paths they call roads. Legacy looked down on teem like the insects they were, fickle little beings, so easily slaughtered and yet thought to be the strongest race. If not for them being capable of Goddess Conversion she would've slaughtered them so long ago.
Jester was not a good man, but he was a good partner in her job. The best even, if only that Reincarnation of the Spear hated Goddesses like they did hen maybe she would enjoy life more... then again if memory serves right he was the type not to leave a debt unpaid. The wretched Goddess Plutia, that blasted Goddess Noire, that puny Goddess Blanc and that idiot Neptune... s.
She flipped her long silver hair and scowled, "Sister."
"Legacy!" Her sister jumped from across the alley, "You scared me, I thought it was another man."
Legacy narrowed her eyes, "Another... man?"
"Uh, yeah. Don't worry they couldn't even touch me," Her shy sister covered out her severely lacking chest when she caught her looking, "Oh yeah, did you find another? I hear its Spear this time."
Legacy nodded, "Yes, although his power is significantly lacking." She made sure not to stare at the chest, "Which made searching for him even more difficult."
"Ah, figures. Hey sis, you're the Reincarnation of the Arrow right?" Legacy tilted her head, nodding. "And Jester is the Reincarnation of the Clock, right?"
"Where are you going with this?" Her sister was not a Reincarnation like her, so she was fortunate enough to be out of it and unfortunate enough to be in the know, thankfully her trial was never found. Unlike the Second and beyond, the First Trial could only be found by sheer luck. Legacy didn't know who designed it like that but she would either suck his dick or scissor with her as thanks for keeping her sister out. "N-No way... who did this to you?!"
Almost every inch of her body had burnt skin that has been scraped off to protect from infection, seared tissue on her face and had everything covered in bandages. Actually, only half her face was revealed to the world. Everything and anything were hidden from the public, yet still gained more eyes than she used to. "Hehehe, I... got caught in a mistake."
"What happened, tell me Tekken!" Tekken winced from her tone, "Who did this to you?!"
"L-Legacy! Calm down, please, its not that serious I'll make a complete recovery." She quietly said.
"I will give you five minutes." She was pissed, Tekken could tell at least that much, maybe it was her fault for not being in touch for the last five months. The gray haired woman was in a coma, so she couldn't be blamed. The question was, why wasn't Legacy informed? "Well?"
"Hehehe, d-do you know... the Rejected Ruler and... The Seven Sages' connection?"
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