Chapter Thirteen: New Arrival
There was something amiss. Alpha simply knew it. There was a new energy that he had sensed - a challenge to his omnipresence. His game was being tampered with, and he wished to know who would be dumb enough to come near his sphere of influence.
"Maybe, this will prove to add a modicum of entertainment," Alpha spoke to himself with a smirk, looking down upon the world of Remnant. "Find out who this presence is, author," Alpha commanded.
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Suzaku sat in the garage that the school had loaned him for his Lancelot Albion, looking over every intricate detail of the knightmare-frame. He had wished to fly it for awhile, but, sadly, he would only bring attention to himself and the school if he were to fly it.
"I can't wait for the day in which I may pilot you once more," Suzaku spoke, reminiscing over the memories he had in the seat of the Lancelot.
"You speak to that mech as if you're married to it," a voice called out. Suzaku turned with a smile to see Euphie walking towards him.
"It's something I've grown accustomed to doing," Suzaku replied solemnly. "To fly in a knightmare-frame requires a great deal of practice and dedication."
Euphie nodded in understanding. "Thank you for sharing that with me." She walked in front of Suzaku and grabbed his hand. "If you wouldn't mind. Can I ask you something?"
Suzaku gave a curious look to Euphie as he spoke. "Go ahead."
"Would you mind attending the the first seminar of my faunus support group?" Euphie asked. She was a bit worried that he wouldn't have time, but she was certain he would say yes. What she didn't expect him to do was to draw her head in and let their foreheads touch.
"Of course," Suzaku said to her. "I would never deny to come to something so important to you."
They stayed like that for but the briefest moments, however, took every feeling in with such desire. A wonderful love had been blossoming, and it would continue to grow.
"Besides," Suzaku added, "it's not like anything important is happening at the moment."
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He had no reason to be here. His requirement lied elsewhere, yet, here he was. He had been drawn to this universe. The power that came from it, while not significant, was artificial. Someone had been tampering with this world, and he intended to see who it was. But first, what had been tampered with?
He scoured the great domain until his eyes fell upon a lone world with a shattered moon. It's life was primitive, hardly making use of any significant technology, however, what had gotten his attention… ah, that.
Two humans. One with brown hair and strong green eyes, the other, with pink hair and eyes like a purple gem. The two were unique to the world around them - their essence from somewhere else.
While he would usually brush such a thing off, as such things were common, the energy that came off of them was not entirely magical. It was highly advanced technology - likely tier zero. And whoever had brought them here was still watching.
"Who is still watching, author," the being asked.
A wave of power washed over him as he saw him. A large man cloaked in red. His brown hair blew like fire and his green eyes shone with a brilliance that rivaled anything he had ever seen. He knew what this being was.
"Avalon scum," he spoke bitterly as he prepared himself.
"Author, do not mention either of our names. You've done good so far," the man spoke as he glared at the being. "Is that all you wish to say? How dull."
The being tried to find a rank, a symbol, any clue to who this Commander was, but most was concealed under the red cloak. All he could gather was that the man was a Commander. His height and stature showing military discipline.
The man did the same, gazing upon the being with curiosity.
"So neither of us knows who we are," the being spoke with a scoff.
"I thought it entertaining," the man replied with a smirk. "Now, lower your weapon."
The being did so with care, the air stars around them dimming just a touch. He did not trust this Commander. He emitted an aura of discomforting power.
"Why do you not attack?" the being asked with interest.
"Because, Arconian," the man responded, "I am curious to see if you would join this game."
"Do not waste my time with talk. I have only the decency to let you speak because of my upbringing." The being turned away.
"Perhaps you would like to know the stakes?" the man asked.
"Speak," the being replied.
"Whoever's hero wins shall attain this multiversal pocket. This shall be set in stone by both of us with the forming of a pact of agreement," the man spoke.
Neither knew one another, yet, one still dared to challenge the other. Truly, this shall be an entertaining game.
"Truly," the being spoke quietly.
The man waited quietly for the being to respond, which took but a moment as the being raised it's gaze. "I shall agree upon these terms," he said. "Now, I must create my hero. May the Arconian Empire prevail."
The man simply glanced back, and, with a smirk, replied. "All hail, the Avalon Imperium."
Author's Notes:Surprise! I'm not dead! I'm super excited about what's gonna happen now that the two gods are fighting. It's gonna be really cool.
On a side note, for any of you wondering where that new FullMetal Alchemist: Reborn book is, I'm not actually going to be writing that book. I am planning on writing it down the line, but for now, I have several other things I want to write.
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