Hello everyone! It's been a LONG time. I hope you enjoy though, I'm spending a lot of time thinking about this lol. Thanks for the continued support, Jiro "The Father Of Halflings" Uchiha, OTF INC
Gungnir watched intently as Hati and Kimo clashed, simply slamming into each other, sliding back from the force of the collision. Hati grit his teeth, his fists clenching as he debated whether to shift immediately or not. Deciding not to, Hati charged forward, Kimo's posture straightening as he braced himself. "You need to calm down. It makes your offense sloppy." Kimo said, sidestepping Hati. Kimo glanced to Gungnir, who sat in a tree watching intently. "Watch us Gungnir, you'll need the movement in your memory for future training." he said, watching Hati calm himself as he stood still. Skoll watched on, unsure of why his brother always insisted on fighting, as Geri and Freki preferred to watch on, wherever his younger brothers were. Hati clenched his fists, breathing slowly, watching Kimo's movements, or lack thereof. Kimo's ears twitched, and he glanced away, as if hearing something. He moved his feet, trying to feel what he heard. He narrowed his eyes, cursing. He turned back to Hati, who had capitalized on his distraction, slamming his fist into Kimo's jaw, sending him flying. Kimo rolled in mid air, landing on his feet, teeth bared.
"I sense your older brother coming this way. Let's make this quick." he said, and Hati frowned, standing straight as he glanced behind Kimo. His nostrils flared as he smelled his brother's scent heading their way. Scoffing, he locked eyes with Kimo and nodded. "Fine by me. The sooner the better." he said, the next sounds he heard being a pop of his bones. His bones began to contort, changing shape, elongating and stretching the skin and muscle as he grew to ten and a half feet in height, his body coated in reddish-orange fur, the wolf rolling his shoulders as he felt the adrenaline rush from the transformation. Kimo had already shifted, his blue furred, gray striped body nearly the same size as Hati, his fangs heavier than the normal tiger's. Gungnir held onto a tree branch that was above him, leaning forward in excitement. He felt his own blood rush as he watched the two therians storm towards each other, their frightening forms moving at impressive speeds.
Hati stopped short, Kimo reacting in time and stopping, Hati throwing his huge clawed right fist forward, Kimo catching it in his left hand, his own right fight slamming into the side of Hati's face, Hati barely flinching as he slammed his left knee into Kimo's stomach, breaking his hold on Hati's right fist, which slammed into Kimo's face, knocking Kimo back, the tiger stumbling as Hati placed his leg back on the ground, stepping forward as Kimo recovered, rolling around the hammer fisted blow Hati threw, kicking him in the back, shaking his head as he recovered at the same time Hati did. The duo stepped forward, the distance closed quickly due to their enormous stature, Kimo and Hati both throwing their right fists out, Kimo bending his arm to catch Hati's and throwing him overhead, Hati spinning and landing on his feet, ducking under the following kick Kimo through, vaulting to his feet and slamming his head into Kimo's jaw, knocking him off balance.
Kimo recovered in time to lean to the side and avoid the follow up punch Hati threw, grabbing his arm and stretching it, kicking Hati in the hip, knocking him off balance in return, the wolf growling as he opened his mouth, snapping down at Kimo's leg, his feline reflexes allowing him to bend his leg and avoid the attack, Hati swinging his claws and catching Kimo's chest by time he put his leg on the ground. Kimo hissed, taking a step back as he glanced down at his wounds, which were shallow, as he could tell by the miniscule amount of blood coming from them. Standing with his arms slightly spread and hands open, his right hand's claws covered in bits of blood and fur, Hati waited for Kimo to make his move. The tiger frowned, wondering what move to actually make. With how focused Hati seemed, Kimo couldn't make a frontal attack, and he couldn't move efficiently enough to even consider an underground attack. He exhaled, his mind made up.
Moving to the left, he charged forward, moving closer to Hati as the wolf slowly adjusted his posture. When he did, Kimo made a sharp turn to the right, attacking from the other side. When Hati was forced to change posture again, Kimo moved back to the left, noticing how much faster Hati moved. When he did, Kimo leaped into the air, figuring that the best plan of attack for a cat is to pounce on his foe. Knowing the attack likely wouldn't work, Kimo had laid out various plans whilst running in a zigzag pattern. Hati turned, throwing his leg up at Kimo, who threw his hand out, placing it on Hati's foot, using him as a platform to flip over him, spinning around before Hati could attack.
Sensing Garmr moving closer, the oldest Wolf likely angered by their seemingly childish antics, Hati turned, snarling as he charged at Kimo, stopping short and leaning back, the action catching Kimo off guard as he lurched forward, slamming his fist into Kimo's jaw, knocking the Tiger off his feet, Kimo reacting instinctively by flipping and kicking Hati in the chest, continuing the roll as he stood on his feet, chopping Hati in the shoulder, knocking him to the side, where he slammed his right fist into Hati's jaw, knocking him back as he stepped forward and kicked him in the chest, sending him to the ground as he rolled back to his feet. Hati looked to his brother, whose eyes were locked on Garmr, who was visible in the distance. Hati cursed, likely going to be unable to defeat Kimo by time his oldest brother reached them and broke them apart. Kimo glanced to Gungnir, whose excitement started to get the best of him, as visible by the fur across his arms, brought on by the adrenaline from watching them.
Kimo exhaled hard, evening out his breathing as Hati rolled his shoulders, feeling the freedom of fighting in his therian form. The duo moved forward, spreading their arms and hands, slamming and interlocking their hands as they snarled at each other. They pushed against each other in a classic power struggle, Hati gaining the upper hand, Kimo snarling loudly as he straightened himself and pushed back, the two evenly matched. Skoll snickered, shouting to the duo. "Make it quick! Garmr is only a hundred yards away." he said, Hati reacting by shoving with all his might, Kimo pulling his arms back and flipping Hati over his head, the wolf landing on his feet and spinning as Kimo straightened his posture. The duo clashed one final time, Hati slamming his fist into Kimo's stomach as Kimo's claws tore across Hati's chest.
Using his powerful legs, Kimo jumped back, flipping and landing in a hand stand position, walking backwards on his hands backwards, leaning from one hand to the other, his form shrinking as he shifted back, shoving upwards as he flipped himself back onto his feet. Laughing, he watched Hati shift back, both therians having healed from their wounds, Kimo more than Hati due to the varying severity of their wounds. They all turned to Garmr, who had arrived, Gungnir leaving the tree and running to Kimo's side. The eldest wolf looked to them, a frown on his face. "Back to the Sanctuary." he said, his dark, commanding tone making them all obey, some more casually than others. Kimo, walking with his hands behind his head, glanced at the oldest wolf, sighing as he headed back to the Sanctuary.
Fenrisulfur sighed as he walked through the streets of the large human city, one he didn't bother learning the name of. He looked about, noticing dull, excessively crowded human activity, something he disliked. Stepping into the street, he heard a loud screeching noise and honking. He lazily looked to the side, where someone stopped their vehicle, stepping out whilst shouting. With how loud the city was, Fenrisulfur didn't bother to single out this human's voice. Instead, he looked to the vehicle, a small piece of machinery that appeared to have plastic parts. Tilting his head, Fenrisulfur lifted his fist, slamming it through the hood of the vehicle, tearing out what he assumed was a power source, placing it on the torn hood and walking away, ignoring the human's screams and existence altogether.
How am I to find a suitable candidate with all of these useless creatures? He thought, shaking his head as he walked into an alley, leaping up onto the roof of the building to his right, landing silently with a sigh. All of these creatures are good for nothing but food. And breeding for more, higher quality food. He thought, looking as hundreds of them swarmed the streets. Leaping across the street to the other side of the street, Fenrisulfur wondered if he should leave this city, which, now that he took time to glance at various objects in his surroundings, seemed to be called San Francisco. Fenrisulfur frowned. Just the sound of this city's name is enough to make me realize that I won't find anything but irritation here. He thought, leaping from rooftop to rooftop as he left the city.
Sitting in her office, Magnus prepared various things, as tomorrow was the normal time for most Abnormals to get their checkups to make sure that they were in good physical and mental health. Across from her desk, sitting in a chair looking out the window with a look of boredom on his face, was Eyadamir. "Can I ask you something?" she asked, the Vampire raising a brow as he looked in her direction. "Sure." he said, shrugging his shoulders. She glanced to him. "What's it like being half Atlantean?" she asked, and he frowned, glancing back out the window as he sighed. "I have no clue. I just am. I was born into a middle class Atlantean home, which is leagues above what you humans consider middle class. I lived my life as a normal Atlantean child. I joined the military like any prideful Atlantean would, and, like many other Atlanteans, I was defeated and Captured by Set's army." he said, and She tilted her head as she looked to him.
"What was Atlantis like? Was it the paradise it is in myth and legend?" she asked, and he nodded. "Yes. It was much more advanced then your modern human world as well. You people don't even have teleporters." he said, laughing mockingly. Magnus frowned, waiting for him to continue. "Atlantean life was similar enough to human life. We are born, we spend our first years coddled by our families until we go to school. Once in school, we learn about everything there is to learn. Atlantean toddlers are more intelligent than your modern human adults." he said, another oddly prideful statement. "Another odd thing was that all Atlanteans shared the same religion, unlike you humans who kill millions and hate millions more for your beliefs." he said, as if disgusted. "We all worshipped three gods." he began, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Something your monotheistic religion stole and turned into the Three Wisemen." he finished, his tone showing that he was irritated by that fact. "Our gods, Artufexus the Craftsman, Omniputensus the Omnipotent and Nexoos the Slaughterer, were gods that everyone agreed on, unlike you humans." he stated, sighing. Magnus frowned slightly. "What were these gods like?" she asked, and Eyadamir shrugged. "What their names say that they are like. Artufexus created things, Nexoos ended things and Omniputensus did whatever he wanted due to how much more powerful than the others he was. However, they began to fade from our lives as Set became more and more powerful." he said, and Magnus blinked. "Why was that?" she asked, and Eyadamir sighed. "We called upon them when we lost battles. They did not appear. Not even Nexoos, who was said to be summoned through the Blood of the Slain. Something that, with how Set's army was, was all over the place." he said, and Magnus hummed.
"You can only believe in something for so long before you question it." he said, and Magnus frowned. "Did you ever question them?" she asked, and he sighed. "No. If they were so powerful, and Omniputensus was infact Omnipotent, then why did we die? Why did we even need a military? Why did we need to go to war and fear death when we had an Omnipotent god who we worshipped? It made no sense to me." he said, sighing. "If those three are real, I wish death upon them." he said, and Magnus wondered just what she would do if these three gods were infact real. Would they be actual omnipotent beings, or just extremely power and legendary warriors that were worshipped? Magnus had no clue, so she ignored it. "What made you turn against Akasha?" she asked, and Eyadamir's eyes narrowed and his fangs lengthened when Magnus said that.
"Akasha wanted to take me back to Atlantis. Back to the false paradise it was. Why? So I could be killed by Set's forces? I was complacent with being a slave. At least I had a very slim chance to die, unlike her." he said, and Magnus wondered if she should change the subject. "Whatever happened to her?" she asked, and Eyadamir shrugged. "She went back to Atlantis, likely married and had children until Set and his children wiped out the entirety of Atlantis." he said, and Magnus hummed. "Could she have survived?" she asked, and Eyadamir began to laugh. "Don't be absurd. There was no possible way she would have survived an attack of that caliber. And besides, those Atlanteans who weren't in the city at that time were hunted down and killed by various members of Set's large, expansive army." he said, and Magnus blinked. Eyadamir chuckled.
"You look confused, as if you want to ask 'Where's the lone survivor whose descendants will come to seek revenge on us when we think all is well?', don't you?" he asked, and she sighed, making the Vampire shake his head. "That can't happen. We made sure of that." he said, laughing. Magnus breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face. "Alright, I understand." she said, and Eyadamir sighed. He looked to her. "How did you even know of Akasha anyway?" he asked, giving her a sideways glance as he folded his arms. Magnus blinked, inhaling. "Baba Yaga told me." she stated, and Eyadamir laughed, shaking his head. He mumbled under his breath, something that sounded like it was along the lines of 'that old hag'. Magnus smiled, happy to have talked to Eyadamir, though the three gods still remained on her mind.
Floob grumbled, his knuckles dragging on the ground as always as he walked the crowded streets of New York. He was aware that he was supposed to stay in the Sanctuary, but he could only take being bored for so long. So, he decided to leave, placing a large group of Pillows in his room with a blanket over them, laughing to himself as he began to laugh at the thought of tricking people. Stopping at a corner, he wondered which way he should go. Being unable to read the modern human language, he groaned loudly, catching the attention of a few people as he decided to move to the right, where all the big metal things seemed to be going. Walking along the street, he blinked.
He realized that he forgot his little pink buddy. He shouted in frustration, swinging his large arms about, catching one of the big metal things in the headlight, breaking the light and sending it spinning away. Floob blinked, looking from his hand to the car and back. Taking another look at the car, Floob realized that he must have done something wrong, because other big metal things were honking and people were shouting. Floob looked from left to right, hoping no one noticed him as he ran off, laughing as he avoided, or at least as he thought he avoided, attention. Running up into a tree, he watched people scatter the street looking for him. "Hehe, they'll never find Floob here." he said to himself, a sentence that sounded like a bunch of loud gravely groans to anyone else who may have heard. Floob blinked, realizing that people must have heard him, because they looked to the tree.
Trying not to panic, and trying not be caught and have to get saved by Set, Floob stood in the tree, leaping from the treetop to a nearby roof, glancing back to see the tree become partially uprooted, the roof he landed on cracking and denting. Floob kept running, leaping from rooftop to rooftop as people screamed and pointed at him from below. Breathing heavily, Floob began to hear loud sirens, noticing big metal things that were white with flashing lights beneath him, the loud noises letting Floob know for sure that he was in trouble and not just being paranoid of Set. Floob looked behind him, seeing no nearby buildings, and groaning. He had one choice. He had to be a warrior, just like Set wanted him to be.
Puffing his large, hairy chest out and beating it with his huge hands, Floob screamed, leaping down onto the big white metal things, standing straight and slapping the humans in blue costumes, watching them fly into buildings and go splat. "I don't think little costume person is supposed to go splat." he said, turning to see a group of blue costume men pointing things at Floob. He didn't like it when things were pointed at him, so he froze. "Hands Up!" one of the blue costume men shouted, and Floob put his hands, and arms, up in the air. A child, one with dark skin and a bookbag on his back, screamed over to Floob. "He told you to put your hands in the air! Now wave 'em like you just don't care!" he shouted, Floob blinking, beginning to wave his arms from side to side, the kid laughing as the blue costume men turned to him and started to yell at him.
Floob blinked, realizing that this was his chance to get away. Slamming his hands to the ground, a small tremor ringing out as the big white metal things flipped over, Floob catapulted himself into the air, latching onto the side of a building, turning and using one arm to wave his thanks to the kid, who laughed and gave him a thumbs up before being yelled at by the blue costumed men. Leaping from the wall to another rooftop, heading in the opposite direction. Panting, he looked around from the rooftop, noticing a large amount of green in one direction. Floob knew that green meant forest and grass, which was better than big metal things and little people in blue costumes. Crouching down and placing his bent arms on the rooftop, Floob narrowed his eyes, and inhaled. Balled up and muscles tensed, Floob screamed, throwing all of his weight forward, flying though the air, hearing the entire building come crashing down under the force of his jump, not that he cared.
Flying through the air, Floob enjoyed the feeling of the air across his skin and fur. He figured the flying would air him out, as he hadn't showered in over ten thousand years. Landing in an empty field, creating a large crater in the process, Floob blinked, scratching his head as he walked from the crater, standing and wondering where he should go next. He saw a small building in the distance, and began walking towards it, knuckles dragging as always, wondering if the people in the building, if any, had any food they'd share with him. If they didn't, he could always eat them.
Closing in he heard high pitched noises. Floob hesitated, realizing that those noises were some of his least favorite things, the sounds of small human children. He shuddered. Creatures that loved saying over-dramatic things, wanting all the attention, and worst of all, they absolutely loved touching things, especially body parts, that don't belong to them. Floob's stomach growled, the hairy man glancing down to his stomach. Was the food that might not even sate his hunger worth going through a storm of hellfire demons? Floob inhaled, puffing his chest out and beating on it with his large fists. He stomped forward, fists clenched, steeling himself as he walked closer and closer to the Demon pit. He saw a human adult watching over the children, her elderly face making Floob chuckle. "Heent, she wrinkly" Floob said to himself as he moved closer, a more casual air about himself. He realized that this was no big deal. Then, one of the children saw him.
"Look, a Bigfoot!" he yelled, the group of children charging towards him at full speed, Floob going slack jawed in awe and horror. He then looked to his feet. "I don't have big feet." he said, reassuring himself as the children reached him, a horde of at least thirty children tackling him and taking him down, Floob throwing his arm up towards the sky, as if calling for Set to save him. He heard a loud voice, likely the elderly woman, call out, the children getting off him, Floob vaulting to his feet using his long arms. He scratched his head as the woman walked up to him, a frown on her face. "Are you even wearing any clothing?" she asked, and Floob tilted his head. Clothing? Why would he need that, he was plenty hairy. He shook his head, and the woman recoiled, as if disgusted. "Hey! If anyone should be disgusted, it should be me." he said, pointing a huge finger at her and shouting.
Unfortunately, it all sounded like a bunch of loud grunts and groans to the elderly woman. "Kids, get inside. I think we're dealing with a caveman." she said, and Floob blinked. Him? How was his envious beauty anything like a human's primate ancestor? He shrugged. "Hey, u got any food?" he asked, accompanying his question with motions of rubbing his stomach. The woman bit her finger tips in horror. "Run Kids! He wants to eat us!" she said, turning and running away as well. Floob ran forward, catching up with the woman and moving by her side. "Staaaaaap. I wanna talk." he said, and she moved faster. Floob flung his hand out as if to reach for her, his overly long arm colliding with her skull, knocking her unconscious as he blinked and kept moving. The children moved inside, closing the door behind them. Floob stopped, exhaling as he frowned. "Fine. Don't give me food." he said, turning away and beginning to walk.
He then heard a noise, something like repetitive squeaking. He looked around, seeing a small human girl sitting on the ground, crying. He walked over to her, noticing that her leg was red, as if she fell and injured it. Floob leaned over to her, her sobs stopping as he blocked out the sun in front of her. He smiled, and she became worried, Floob picking her up in one huge, haired hand. He stuck a finger of his in his mouth, pulling it out and rubbing the saliva on the girls leg, watching the red marking vanish slowly. She blinked, looking to him. "How did you do that?" she asked, and Floob blinked, realizing that explaining wouldn't work, as he couldn't speak her language. He just shrugged, and she giggled, wrapping her arms around his huge neck. Floob looked to her, blinking. Floob lifted his free hand, slapping the ground as he leaped into the sky, the girl screaming in both fear and excitement as she flew through the air with Floob.
Fenrisulfur walked through various Canadian streets, sighing as he grew slightly frustrated with the search. Having used his speed and magick to scour all of the United States and most of Canada, Fenrisulfur hadn't even sensed anyone who would even survive the process of being turned. Sighing, he decided to attempt to blend in, doing everything he could to avoid notice of his striking eyes or immense height. Glancing around, his nostrils flared, noticing a small restaurant nearby. Heading inside, he noticed it was a small, almost homestyle restaurant, something that almost made him smile. Sitting down at a table, one he could tell wasn't used to someone his size due to the lack of legroom he had. He watched an elderly woman come over, handing him a menu. Opening it, he glanced through the drinks, unfamiliar with most of them.
'What can I get you to drink?" she asked, and he sighed. "I will have a Sprite." he said, deciding to get the drink he assumed was named after the small, pixie like member of the fae family. The woman smiled, nodding as she walked away, leaving Fenrisulfur to his own thoughts. Where else on this side of the planet do I have left to go besides Mexico? He wondered, glancing about at the décor, inhaling deeply. He exhaled, closing his eyes and thinking. He sensed the elderly woman walking back to his table, drink in hand. She placed it down, Fenrisulfur finding the fizzy bubbling of the crystal clear drink odd. "Now, can I get you an appetizer?" she asked, and he looked at the menu, sighing. Various unfamiliar things piqued his interest, but he settled on one thing. "I will have the Cheese Fries." he said, always being fond of cheese, but having never heard of 'fries'. Hopefully it wasn't just a bowl of melted cheese.
Sipping his drink, he blinked at the fizzy taste, his impressive sense of taste allowing him to pick up on both lemon and lime flavors in the drink. He shook his head slightly, taking a larger sip of his drink, the fizz running down his throat and into his upper chest. He placed the cup down, finding the taste intriguing, wondering if he should taste other things like it, making a mental note that his drink was listed under the 'soft drink' category. Perhaps I will ask the human when she returns. He thought, finding it hard to adjust to the fact that humans were, technically, his equals in this time. I wonder how the pups are doing. He thought, referring to his troublesome children. Knowing them, they likely got into multiple fights, losing most of them. Luckily enough for them, their loses helped them learn and become stronger in the long run. Seeing the elderly woman return, placing down a place of cheese covered…. Something, he glanced to her. "Madam," he began, the word of respect odd on his tongue. "Are there any islands near here?" he asked, and she chuckled, nodding.
"You must be a foreigner, eh? Well, there is Turnour Island, which would be a few hundred kilometers that way." she said, pointing behind him. Fenrisulfur nodded in thanks. "Thank you Madam." he said, and she smiled, chuckling as she walked away, leaving Fenrisulfur to his food. Turnour Island. He thought, picking up one of the cheese covered… things. Glancing away from his food, he saw an elderly human couple walk in, shaking his head as he looked back to his food. He bit it, realizing that these things called 'fries' were actually slices of cooked potato. Why call them fries and not just potato slices? He thought. Chuckling as he ate, he wondered what other culinary advancements the humans had made.
Magnus walked the halls of the Sanctuary, noticing Magni sitting in the library reading. She entered the large library, seeing an oddly blank book in his hands. "Why are you reading a blank book?" she asked, and he glanced up to her lazily. "Why do you have a blank book?" he asked, and she realized that she had no answer. She shook her head free of the thought and looked to him. "I've been meaning to ask you something." she said, and he hummed, looking up from his book. "You said your name was Magni, but Baba Yaga told me it was Ymir, or Augelmir. Why the name change?" she asked, and he chuckled. "Times change, people must as well. Ymir, the huge bear man who killed thousands at his Master's whim had to be put to rest, and Magni Modi Jotunn, peaceful nordic nomad, came to be." he said, and she frowned, as if there was more to it than that. He looked to her.
"There is more to it, not that I will tell you at this moment." he said, and she blinked. Did he just read her mind? He sighed, closing his book. "No, I did not read your mind. I read you. You humans are very predictable when faced with someone more powerful than you." he said, and she frowned, wondering if that was an insult. He stood, walking to the door before turning back to her. "It was no insult." he began, opening the door. "And if you must know, I was reading a blank book because only a blank book tells you exactly what you want." he said, leaving the room as Magnus sat down and looked at the book, the empty white pages not telling her exactly what she wanted. Did it require magick to power? Or did it require inhuman DNA? She shook her head, placing the book back on the shelf before leaving the room.
Hopping off the boat he took to Turnour Island, Fenrisulfur sighed as he felt the brisk afternoon air. Walking about, he tried to sense any magick, as the candidate had to have at least magick in their genetics, as it helped them survive the turning process, which was, as far as Fenrisulfur knew, was genetic alteration through the usage of magick. He could be wrong though, the thought making him shrug. Eager to try more human food, Fenrisulfur stopped at the nearest restaurant, sighing as he sat down. He picked up a menu, glancing through it as he waited for someone to come to his table. He felt vibrations nearby, glancing up to see someone sitting across from him. His brow began to furrow, until he realized that the person who sat across from him was, infact, Set.
"Master Set, I am surprised to see you here." he said, and the primal being laughed. "I go where I please." he said, glancing to the young woman who came up to them. "What can I get for you gentlemen?" she asked, and Set glanced at the closed menu. "Water will be fine." he said, Fenrisulfur looking under the soft drink section. He chuckled. "I'll have a Dr. Pepper." he said, the woman smiling and walking away before Set chuckled. "Dr. Pepper? What doctor would name himself after a pepper?" he asked, and Fenrisulfur shrugged. The primal being looked past Fenrisulfur to the other costumers, sighing. "What brings you out here?" he asked, and Fenrisulfur remained composed. "I have searched almost the entire North American Continent for a human worthy enough to be turned by Mistress Vampire." he said, and Set rose a brow. "Anapa sent you searching for the next Eyadamir?" he asked, and Fenrisulfur nodded. Set chuckled. "That is very interesting." he said, watching the girl begin to make her way back towards them, drinks in hand.
Receiving their drinks, the woman looked to them with a smile. Set narrowed his eyes slightly, disliking the almost mechanical actions of modern waitresses. "What can I get you guys as an appetizer?" she asked, and Set glanced to the menu, sighing. He looked to Fenrisulfur, who sighed. "I'll have the Brisket." he said, and Set nodded. "As will I." he stated, the woman writing something down on her notepad before walking away. "Horrible how humans are." Set stated, and Fenrisulfur sighed. "In this current world, I assume that people are expected to act a certain way, no matter what their dignity says." he stated, shrugging. Set chuckled, picking up his drink. Fenrisulfur did the same, taking a small sip before coughing, placing the drink down so as to not spill it. Set rose a brow. "Don't tell me that you almost choked to death?" he taunted, and Fenrisulfur shook his head.
"These beverages, known as Pop, Soda Pop, Cola, or Soft Drinks, are carbonated, and it seems this Medical Vegetable variant is extremely so." he said, and Set rolled his eyes. Fenrisulfur coughed to compose himself, looking to Set. "Master, there is something I must talk to you about though." he said, and Set looked to him. "Oh? And what is that?" he asked, and Fenrisulfur sighed, worried at what Set would say or do. "After your departure, Garmr came to me with various tidbits of news." he said, and Set nodded, humming for him to continue. "Firstly, it seems that Ymir has taken to Gungnir, likely training him alongside Kimo, which will make Gungnir a very interesting fighter." he said, and Set nodded in agreement, glancing to the ceiling. "It will. Ymir's power based fighting and Kimo's playful technique will make for an amusing combination." he stated, and Fenrisulfur nodded.
"Secondly was to inform you about my journey. However, I believe that you already know of this." he said, Set nodding, chuckling as he did so. "Third, I regret to inform you that Kimo has mentioned the Mariana Trench to Magnus." he said, and Set rose a brow. "The Abyss?" he asked, and Fenrisulfur nodded silently, the waitress returning with their food. When she departed, Set hummed, rubbing his chin. "Perhaps this is not a bad thing. Magnus will make an attempt to enter the trench, and when she fails, she will seek assistance." he said, and Fenrisulfur sighed. "But wouldn't it be best for Jormungandr to stay sleeping?" he asked, and Set shrugged. "Perhaps he will be an asset to Magnus." he stated, and Fenrisulfur frowned. "Permission to speak freely." he stated, and Set nodded. Fenrisulfur inhaled, exhaling slowly.
"I believe that Jormungandr should be awoken immediately, so that by time he reaches the surface from the trench, he will have drowned and no long be an issue." he stated, and Set rose a brow, surprisingly enjoying the human food. "You would wish death on a fellow therian?" he asked, and Fenrisulfur shook his head. "No. Jormungandr is no therian. He was born human. He should've been killed when he broke the law, but instead Master -" Fenrisulfur began, freezing when Set sent him a glare for nearly saying one of his children's names. "Master Tiger," Fenrisulfur said, recovering as he calmed himself. "instead turned him into one of the most dangerous creatures on the planet. And you yourself cast him out for his actions. What would prompt you to believe that his awakening would be beneficiary?" he asked, and Set began to laugh.
"Let me ask you this. Who would you rather have awake? Jormungandr, who you can defeat, and can be controlled by Anapa, or her?" he asked, referring to her, a therian who shall not be named. Fenrisulfur growled, angered at Set's counter argument. Set laughed, standing as he prepared to leave. "Do not fret over Jormungandr. I will tend to him if and when the time comes. For now, remain on your search for this worthy human." he stated, and Fenrisulfur sighed, looking to the waitress as he heard Set walk out of the door. He smiled at the woman, happy he could at least enjoy his food.
Reaching the Sanctuary, Floob moved as fast and quietly as he could, a combination that didn't work well with his physic. Hiding in his room, Floob chortled, letting the small girl out of his hair and onto the ground. "Shhh." he said, placing his finger in front of his lips, the little girl blinking. "Why do I have to be quiet?" she asked, and Floob blinked himself. Why did she have to be quiet? Floob wasn't quiet. Floob blinked, getting an idea. "Stay here. I be back." he said, walking from the room and leaving the girl to her own devices. Running through the hallways as fast as he could, Floob stopped near the main lab area where everyone usually gathered. He saw Magnus performing various tasks, her wolfguy friend on a nearby computer. And sleeping on the table near him, was Floob's pink buddy. Floob looked around, trying to find out how to get his buddy for the girl without being caught. He looked to the wall, up to the ceiling, noticing heavy steel beams hanging down. Floob smiled a toothy smile, his breath making flies fall from the air.
Floob leapt up, colliding with the wall and climbing it as quietly as he could, he soon reached the steel beams hanging above him, swinging his long arms out to hang on, swinging to throw his other arm out, latching on, grunting down to the little squishy pink creatures, who looked up at him, smiling and giggling, inhaling deeply and inflating himself, floating up into the air and landing in Floob's furry palm, the furry man letting go of the ceiling beam, falling straight to the ground, crashing down and setting off at top speed before he was noticed. Looking back, he laughed as he realized that they didn't see him. Fleeing back to his room, Floob laughed at the confused pink creature in his hands.
Upon entering the room, he giggled, slamming the door behind himself. The little girl sat waiting, a frown on her face. Floob presented the small pink creature to her, making her blink as she pulled it from Floob's hands, squeezing it as she heard a funny noise. She giggled, her features brightening up. Floob smiled, sitting down and watching her play with the creature. Floob also noticed what she looked like, unlike when he was at the orphanage. Her hair was long, not too long, but long enough to be sectioned off into two pigtails. Her hair was a bright red, which seemed odd with her only slightly pale skin and lack of freckles. Her frame was, surprisingly enough, similar to Floob's, in shape but still…. Pudgy. Floob nodded. He liked that word, 'pudgy'. Much better than that crude 'fat' term. He laughed as she squeezed the pink guy, the noise he made amusing. "Stay here. I be back." he said, sounding like a bunch of grunts and groans to the girl, who laughed at him.
Leaving the room, Floob decided to go look for something to occupy the duo until Floob was otherwise needed. Walking the halls, he entered each room along the hallways to see if he could find anything fun. Sadly enough, it was all boring work stuff. Running into Magni, who Floob knew as Ymir, Floob laughed. "Hehe, hey." he said, Ymir looking down to him. "Got anything fun to do?" he asked, the guttural moans and groans understood by Ymir, who laughed. "Floob, what is it you seek to do?" he asked, and Floob shrugged. "Something fun." he said, making Ymir chuckle in a light hearted fashion. "If you head six doors down that way." he said, pointing to the right, where he watched Floob's eyes travel. "There should be a children's room with arts and crafts. Perhaps that could be something you give a try." he said, and Floob hummed, absentmindedly grumbling his thanks as he headed towards the room.
Entering the room, Floob laughed as he saw various objects in the room that he found interesting. He blinked. How was he going to take this whole room to the girl? He looked at the walls, realizing that they were far too thick for Floob to comfortably tear the room away and carry it. He groaned. Was he really going to have to sneak the girl into the room? Groaning, he sighed, stepping farther into the room and grabbing a handful of things scattered about, not caring exactly what he grabbed, leaving the room and heading back to the girl. He was happy when he didn't run into anyone on his trip back, quietly entering the room with the girl, who sat pouting, likely bored. Floob smiled a toothy smile, something that made the girl stick her tongue out at him, making him laugh. Dropping the handful of stuff on the floor, the girl looked down at it, seeing slightly crumbled paper, crayons, and glue sticks. Floob scratched his head, picking some ancient, previously extinct insect from his fur and eating it. "I be back. You stay here." he said, trying to figure out how to get her to the children's room without being caught.
Set entered the Sanctuary with a sigh, looking about with little interest as he turned to see the sun setting. Walking along, he had made the decision to return and check on things, hoping that his daughter didn't do anything dramatic. That, and he wanted to speak to both Kimo and Ymir, likely speaking to Magnus in between. Standing in the central room where they usually gathered, he noticed the human scientist, Will, departing in a hurry. He sighed, thinking briefly about Fenrisulfur. Had he found a worthy human? Or was he still searching. Would he search into the morning or rest? Hearing a familiar, almost haunting noise, Set blinked. That couldn't be. He thought, finding the noise out of place and odd. Noticing Kimo off in the distance, he opened his mouth to call to the Tiger, instead losing his train of thought when he felt footsteps that matched the noise. Looking down, he saw a small child, one that reminded him of Floob for some strange reason, running with glossy paper stuck to her hands. Set watched her silently, noticing that she ran towards him.
Colliding with Set, she slammed the paper into Set's pants, something Set found odd. She tried to move, but was stuck to him. Could she not move? He noticed the gloss across her hands, and against his pants. An adhesive? Where would this child get adhesive from? Better yet, where did this child come from? He thought to himself, mentally calling to Kimo, who responded shortly, stating that he was on his way. Set heard loud grumbling, and saw Floob groaning as he looked about, as if for something… or someone. Set grit his teeth, sighing. "Floob!" he called, and the hairy man froze. Set swore he heard him curse under his breath before turning, a look of horror on his face as he saw the girl. Using his magick, Set erased the adhesive from him and the girl, cleaning both in the process. "Here. Now." he commanded, Floob grumbling as he walked closer, his knuckles dragging across the ground harder than normal. He slumped as he stopped in front of Set, knowing full well what was about to happen.
Set rose a brow. "What is this?" he asked, picking the girl up by her shirt and holding her airborne, something that made Floob snatch her like a toy. "I don't know." he said, and Set rose a brow. "So tell me, whose human child is this then?" he asked, and Floob grumbled, looking away as if trying to come up with an answer that didn't incriminate him. Instead, he settled for stuffing her in his back fur and laughing. "Heent, what kid?" he asked, and Set frowned, not finding Floob amusing. "Little girl, do you know this hairy man?" he asked, the little girl popping out of Floob's back fur, coughing at the stench. "Yep!" she said, smiling happily. "He's my Daddy!" she stated, and Floob froze, his eyes locked on the girl and avoiding Set at any cost. Set's brow twitched.
"How did you acquire this child Floob?" he asked, and Floob blinked. "I leave when not 'possed to. I hurt big shiny. I run from costume man. I hungry. I find house. I hurt old lady. Girl hurt. I keep girl." he said, and Set stood still, his eye twitching at how absurd it all sounded. However, absurd and unnecessary seemed to be thing's that always went hand in hand with Floob. "Did you at least name the girl?" he asked, and Floob blinked, shaking his head. Set sighed. "Little girl, do you have a name?" he asked, and she blinked, looking at the ceiling, deep in thought. "I don't know. The woman at the orphanage always called me Mary, but I don't like that name." she said, and Set folded his arms, gripping his biceps hard, trying not to facepalm at Floob's idiocy. An orphanage? Next he'll tell me he's a wanted criminal. he thought before sighing. "Would you be okay with me giving you a name?" he asked, and she blinked, nodding. Set sensed footsteps, looking to see Kimo entering the room, blinking at the little girl.
"Another human?" he asked, looking to Set. Set sighed, glancing from Kimo to the little girl. "Ask Floob. He's the one who supposedly battled human authorities, escaping them and finding an orphanage where this girl resided." he said, and Kimo blinked. "Wow. Tell me he at least knocked out a Nun or something." he said, and Floob nodded, making Kimo laugh. "Maybe we should name the girl Sapphire Nunsmacker!" He joked, clutching his stomach as he laughed. Set rolled his eyes. "What name do you like little girl?" he asked, swinging his leg and kicking Kimo in the shin to silence his laughing, making the Tiger fall over and clutch his leg, a colorful string of profanities escaping his lips as the little girl tapped her chin deep in thought. "I like flowers." she said, and Set rose a brow as Kimo ceased his profane declarations of pain. Set glanced from him to the little girl. "Flowers? How about Carnation?" he asked, and she nodded, a smile on her chubby features.
Kimo stood, albeit shakily as Set smiled at the little girl. "Then your name shall be Carnation Floobsdottir." he said, and she blinked. "Floobs dot eer?" she said, the mispronunciation making set laugh. "Yes. Since your father's name is Floob, we named you Floobsdottir, meaning Floob's daughter, or Daughter of Floob." he said, and she blinked. "Oh okay! I like that name!" She said happily, her toothy grin causing Set to chuckle. Set looked to Floob, who gulped. "The child is amusing. You may keep her as long as you take actual care of her. Now go play with her, I must speak to Kimo." he said, and Floob nodded, fleeing before Set changed his mind and punished him. Set remembered when he put ancient ducktape on Floob's back and tore it off. Just the thought made Floob shout in pain and fear.
Kimo rose a brow. "You needed to speak to me?" he asked, shaking the pain and tingling feeling from his leg. Set nodded. "What prompted you to mention the trench to Magnus?" he asked, and Kimo shrugged. "Because I did. Don't tell me you plan on punishing me for mentioning a place Magnus can't go?" he asked, Set sighing as he noted Kimo's point. "You have yet to prove to me that you can control Jormungandr." he said, and Kimo frowned. "Master, how am I supposed to control someone who is in stasis thousands of feet beneath the water?" he asked, and Set sighed. "That's the point. You can't control him now." he stated, and Kimo furrowed his brow. Did Set truly want him to control Jormungandr from where he was? How could he go about that? Set glanced to the nearest hallway, calling on Ymir, who responded immediately. Kimo glanced up at the ceiling, a blank look on his face.
"Master, are you not displeased by how much we fight?" he asked, and Set laughed. "Quite the opposite. I find it amusing. Your sires fought often. However, after the first hundred years, they all established who was more powerful, and ceased their constant scuffles." he said, and Kimo frowned. "How would we go about that?" he asked, and Set laughed. "Fight. Fenrisulfur is on a level far beyond you and Ymir, who is beyond you. However, it took him thousands of years to go beyond you. It is intriguing to watch. Garmr is beyond Quilla, leaving both sets of twins, Inti and Eyadamir on near equal levels. However, if you children put as much time into training to be the strongest instead of arguing over who is actually the strongest, not only could you answer your question, but you could grow closer to the power your sires held." he explained, Kimo nodding.
"Is there ever a chance of me surpassing my sire?" he asked, and Set laughed. "The longer he remains asleep, the better a chance you have. Once he awakens, there is nearly no chance." he said, and Kimo sighed, sensing Ymir nearby. "I will depart. With Ymir heading here, I should go check up on Gungnir." he said, and Set nodded as the young Tiger left, his departure marking the arrival of the large, ancient bear. Ymir closed in, bowing respectfully to Set, who nodded in return. "Master Set, you wished to speak to me?" he asked, and the primal being nodded, noting how Magnus seemed to be making her way towards them. Set nodded, sighing. "We must make this fast, the human is on her way." he said, Ymir nodding in respect. Set looked to him. "Is what you told me about this… Litany, true?" he asked, and he nodded, sighing heavily. "Trying to help was pointless. The Church was so powerful that not even my magick affected these therians. I was unable to find out why as well, whether it was magick or just simple brainwashing." he stated, a look of sadness in his eyes.
Set nodded. "Were you able to save anyone?" he asked, and Ymir sighed. "Very few. I took them to a sanctuary in Greenland, but when I departed to find more people to save, I returned to an empty sanctuary. Turns out they fled and were killed along the way by mercenaries. 'Twas a sad affair." he stated, and Set nodded. "I see. Very well." he stated, deep in thought as Magnus closed in. Ymir sensed Magnus and laughed. "I will depart. I sense the Good Doctor is near." he said, and Set nodded, looking to the door where Magnus would enter as Ymir left through another door. Ymir spoke the truth. He thought, sighing as he thought back to his immobile sleep. I remember the menhir sending me information similar to what Ymir has told me. He thought, breaking from his thoughts to look to Magnus, who stopped as she saw him, the action making him crack a smile.
"Greetings Doctor." he said, and she nodded in respect, an odd gesture that looked more like a half bow than a nod. She remained silent, moving slowly as she walked over to one of the computers, her eyes not leaving Set. "You should relax. Being that tense isn't good for your health." he said, closing his eyes as she slightly relaxed. "I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting to see you." she said, and he chuckled. "Worry not. I must speak to my daughter, so I shall depart soon." he said, Magnus breathing a sigh of relief. Set smirked. "I shall return after my business with her is completed." he said, and Magnus tensed up, making Set chuckle as he left the room, leaving Magnus to her own devices.
Fenrisulfur sighed, noticing the sun setting behind him. Should I rest until morning? He thought, glancing about the village he was in. He sighed, heading to a nearby convenience store and sighing. Entering the building, he noticed that it was warmer here than it was outside, despite their being no lit fires. Shrugging, he walked further inside, noting that the building had a second floor, Fenrisulfur making a note to check up there for some reason. Walking up to the counter, he looked to the girl behind the counter. She was short, shorter than Fenrisulfur at least, with hair down to her tailbone, and a heavy build. Her build is intriguing, He thought, clearing his mind to talk to her.
"Welcome to the Tloitsis Village! How are you this evening?" she asked, and he smiled, glancing about as he thought. If she held a knife in her shirt, I would not be keen to think such. He said, chuckling. "I am well. But tell me, where am I? I wandered here absentmindedly." he said, playing himself off as an absentminded traveler as he watched her pull her thick, long braid from behind her head. She began to play with it, smiling as she did so. Fenrisulfur rose a brow. Her body and attitude seem very sensual. That makes her much more dangerous than many other humans. He thought as she spoke. "This is Tloitsis Village," she began, giggling. "Tloitsis means The Angry Ones. We're a tribe of the Kwakwaka'wakw Native Clan, an indigenous peoples from this area. This village is primarily fishmongers and craftsmen, and my father's shoppe," she continued, gesturing to the building they were in. "is both an Inn for travelers such as yourself, but also a store to exchange goods. We also ship various fish and wares to the mainland for profit." she explained, and Fenrisulfur nodded.
Very similar to how we lived millenia ago. He thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. Do I sense magick from this girl? He wondered, exhaling and chuckling as he spoke. "Very interesting. Tell me, have you a room for a worn traveler such as myself?" he asked, deciding to rest and pick up investigating the girl in the morning. She nodded, walking him up the stairs and showing him to his room.
Entering Anapa's room, the Vampire stood up quickly, slightly unnerved by her father's appearance. "Father, what are you doing here?" she asked, and he rose a brow. "Why does it matter?" he asked, and she composed herself, inhaling and exhaling slowly. "My apologies." she stated, and Set nodded. "what brings you here Father?" she asked, and Set shrugged. "What did you send Fenrisulfur off to do?" he asked, and she frowned. "Father, shouldn't you know that?" she asked, and he nodded. "I do know. I just wanted to hear it from you." he said, and she frowned, nodding. "I sent him on a quest to find someone worthy of turning." she said, and Set nodded, folding his arms. "And what purpose does this quest hold? Are you looking to amass a group of Vampire servants to complete with Fenrisulfur's children?" he asked, and she shook her head. "I want to see if I can still turn anyone. I was told the process failed every time, and a full fledged vampire hasn't been born in almost two thousand years." she said, and Set nodded.
"I would assume that your will could overpower anything that was done to prevent the change?" he said, almost taunting her. She inhaled sharply, nodding as she exhaled. "I guarantee you of this." she said, and Set chuckled. "And in the event you are successful, what will you do with this new vampire? I am sure Eyadamir will not be pleased that he is being replaced." he stated, and Anapa nodded. "Eyadamir will have to deal with it. He is my servant. He has no choice but to accept any decisions I make." she said in a commanding tone, making Set raise a brow. "Your siblings all treated their servants like family, and yet you will do the opposite and force Eyadamir to accept some newborn as his equal?" he asked, and she frowned, composing herself as she inhaled. "Yes. I will not be a kind ruler. My kindness is what convinced me to sleep." she said, and Set nodded.
"Very well. If I were you, I would speak to Eyadamir about this." he said, and she frowned. "Why should I?" she asked, and he rose a brow. "You were the one who brought the Atlantean to me instead of leaving him dead on the ground. You spared him, not me. Show him the same kindness you did that night." Set stated, and Anapa scowl, snickering. "Is that an order?" she asked, and Set rose a brow, unfolding his arms. "Don't take that tone with me. And get that look off your face. Remember who you're talking to." he stated, and she frowned, composing herself as she calmed down. Set frowned, furrowing his brow.
"You WILL speak to Eyadamir. This new vampire WILL NOT be his equal. Do you understand me?" he asked, and she nodded. Set inhaled, smiling as he walked to the door. "Good. I'm glad." he said, opening the door, turning back to her, a brow raised. "One more thing," he started, walking out the door and standing in the door way. "How is Fenrisulfur going to get this worthy human all the way to you without force?" he asked, and she froze, realizing that she hadn't thought of that.
Magnus rubbed her temples as she looked at test results. These therians are insane. She thought, looking at the results of the physical she performed on Geri and Freki, the two wolves complying with her request, as they had nothing else to do. Their bodies look as if there'll never be a decline in activity. She noticed, flipping to the results of tests she performed on their shifting. The amount of muscle alteration and bone alteration is illogical. How can anyone survive that process? She wondered, noticing that the amount of pain one would suffer during the shifting process is far beyond anything humans could tolerate. How do you become used to this much pain? Does being a therian in itself make you more tolerable towards pain? She wondered, having far more questions than answers. Will contacted her via Walkie-talkie, breaking her trance like state of wonder. "Yes Will, what is it?" she asked, and the scientist sounded shaky on the other end. She frowned, standing up as she waited for him to speak.
"Um, someone's here and wants to speak to the person in charge." he said, and Magnus sighed, heading towards the main entrance. "I'm on my way, keep them busy." she said, and Will gave her a weak response. She cursed, moving faster. Is everything alright Doctor? Magnus heard in her head, realizing that it was Set's voice in her head. I'm not sure. Will seems afraid of whoever is demanding to see me. She said, and Set hummed in her mind. Keep them busy, and yourself alive. I will be there shortly. He said, going for Magnus' protection. Magnus seemed relieved that she would have the primal being's protection. Entering the main entrance way, she froze at the sight of the three beings who stood before her.
She had literally no words to describe them. Their physics were nearly flawless, covered in rippling muscle, her eyes breaking away from their awe-inspiring…. Existences to check up on Will, who she signaled to flee. She gulped, looking to the three of them with her Jaw set. "Who are you and what do you want?" she asked, and they laughed, the one on the left glancing to the rest before speaking to her. "We do not answer to the likes of you." he said, his voice baritone, almost to the point it hurt her ears. The one to the right sighed. "You should relax. We can tell her why we're here at least." he stated, and the one in the middle grunted, the other two looking to him. "We," he began, looking into Magnus' eyes. "We have come for the one called Set. Where is he?" he asked, and Magnus froze. How did they know about Set? The thought crossed her mind as soon as Set appeared behind her, a smile on his face. "I'm right here. Who's asking?" he asked, a dark look on his face as Magnus felt their power.
Done. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing lol. Thanks for everything, Jiro "The Father Of Halflings" Uchiha, OTF INC.