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(Oh and sorry about the delay, I'll explain why at the end)
LET'S GET STARTED...
It's the black of night in the city of Leanbox. The sun is down and the people are sleeping. Well, most people.
Aside from those who enjoyed the Nation's nightlife, the people were sleeping in the highly advanced civilization.
Meanwhile, there were evil activities afoot in an undisclosed and unknown area of Leanbox's countryside. Activities within a suspicious compound, well-hidden by the natural greenery. Kept underground and hidden next to a hill away from any would-be prying eyes.
Seven figures were lined up in their towering chairs as they talked amongst one another. They wore dark red hoods over their faces and were seated around a massive square table, having villainous conversations with each other.
Each one had a roman numeral etched into the mahogany above their head. From one to seven, one corner of the table to another. And each table member had a weapon floating above their head as well. A black weapon with Japanese writing near the handles and/or the ends of the blades if they had any.
Their faces would be blocked, yet each patron's character was on full display
I. A naginata, with Kanji for "Valkyrie" across its sharpened blade.
II. Two pairs of nunchaku, with kanji for "monk" on their chukon-bu.
III. A western broad sword, with the kanji for "Warden" under its handle base.
IV. Twin 44. magnums, with the kanji for "wanderer" on each barrel's edge.
V.A battle-axe, with the kanji for "Protector" near its base.
VI. Twin wakizashi, with the kanji for "God" at the bases of the blades.
VII. A staff, with the kanji for "knowledge" at the centre.
Save for the staff wielder, all seven were in conversation with one another. The protector with the god, the warden with the wanderer, and the Valkyrie with the monk. Which resulted in a low murmur amongst the small group, making the place resemble a bee hive.
"Unlike you, I wasn't lulling about with my pals in my downtime." Spoke the Protector's female voice, giving off an aura of disappointment and condescension with folded arms at a fellow patron. Who looked like they couldn't give any less of a shit.
"Isn't that the point of having downtime in the first place?" the God deadpanned offhandedly, looking off and away from the Protector.
"Evil doesn't take breaks and neither should you!" She rebutted with vigour and a pointed finger to her converse's face. Who was yet to face their direction.
The God simply swatted said finger away before speaking again, "Evil doesn't sleep or eat, but you do. So I don't wanna hear your 'Holier than thou' attitude for the rest of this meeting."
"For someone with weapons that had 'God' etched into them, you're not showing any holiness..." The Protector sighed in exasperation with a facepalm.
"For someone with a weapon that had 'Protector' etched into it, you're pretty obsessed with attacking people..." The God mocked.
"Whatever..." Was the final word of the two's conversation, as the God didn't bother responding with anything besides a shrugged shoulder.
It seemed the two were a bit abrasive to one another, in terms of their stances on whatever this little congregation was assembled for. Unlike the rest of the group there.
Probably, let's find out-
"Enough." Bellowed a low, deep, and commanding voice from a corner of the room. Sounding both soft in volume and high in lethality. Which made the low hum of bees cease dead in its tracks.
The sudden demand boomed through the room. Reverberating through everyone there for just a second and down to their very bones. causing all who heard to quiet themselves.
With those seated now quiet as church mice, the owner of the voice decided to step out of the shadows. Pulling open the shadows of darkness that shrouded him where he stood (and also didn't freaking exist there until then). Revealing a figure wearing a similar style and looking cloak to the sitting ducks before him.
The only differences were the colours and decorations. The fabrics were all black with gold kanji running down his back that faced the clean crème wall. Similar to the weapons that floated above the seated patrons' heads.
If his menacing voice and domineering presence weren't enough to show he was the leader, then the literal spelling of "Leonidas" should be. Seeing as the kanji that littered itself all around the man's threads kept repeating the word.
"Why does VIII. always get the coolest entrance?" Asked a low voice filled with disappointment. A voice that the man before the seven of them ignored as he began to speak.
"The reason I summoned you all wasn't so you can play catch up." The man calmly threatened, "It was so we can go over the next phase of our plans."
Ah, yes, expected of the leader of an elite criminal organization such as this. To be discussing the plans of (probably) world domination.
A silence fell on the room yet again. A short burst of no one saying anything. Only quiet nods of anticipation. A short burst that was interrupted as quickly as it appeared.
"What phase?" It was the God, VI., who sounded like he was genuinely confused at VIII.'s words, "All we've done was take out criminal dens or high priority druglords."
With one fluid movement, the other six sitters snapped to look at VI. (with probable bewilderment), who would have his stare too fixed on Leonidas to notice. Speaking of VIII., he didn't do what one would expect him to with such a position, voice and atmosphere the leader emitted. He didn't attack VI. for a disrespect such as questioning him. Instead, he nodded slowly before calmly letting his next words escape his lips.
"VI., you and IV. are to go to Planeptune." Everyone would immediately swap stares in silence at that -including the two called- then went back to looking at Leonidas to speak.
But he kept explaining the next phase of their-no, his plans for the seven of them before another word could be said in protest or question.
"I've already gotten the coordinates set for where, when would be said by a trusted agent waiting at the first set of coordinates placed in your vehicle's GPS, VI. I recommend that you two head off now as the clock is ticking." VIII. elucidated monotonously. Hinting those last words as more of a demand than a recommendation with how it was less monotone than the other parts of his sentence.
"The boss has spoken, let's go VI." IV. would nod and stand waiting for VI.'s input.
"Alright, guess we're going to Planeptune, Wanderer."
With no room to complain, argue or otherwise, VI. and IV. got up and exited the room. Leaving the remaining six to continue congregating.
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Several minutes have passed since VIII. had sent the Wanderer and the God off to leave Leanbox. So far the duo had only made it up to VI.'s car. With nothing said between them up until now and their mission far from starting since they still had to head to an informant before even knowing what to do, VI. decided to spark conversation a little.
"I know it's a failsafe, but I sometimes really hate the way VIII. sets our missions..." He sighed on his comrade's side. Not wearing what he did when he was seated. Neither wore what they were when in their hideout.
"Indeed." IV. nodded solemnly, "But it is what must be done. Such is how the cards fold." The man sighed.
Both IV. and VI. had on hooded garments. but VI.'s was open enough to reveal the simple low cut Shihakushō. And IV.'s was sown much tighter than when he was inside. making it more of a hooded trench coat.
And both members' outfits were dyed in a crimson red that gave it an ominous feel to look at. The kind that most people wish to never witness first-hand. Even now as the mighty winds from a nearby coast howls heavily on them.
"Fate shmate," replied the God in dismissal, "That doesn't stop the almost unnecessary levels of bullshit."
"You're just mad you have to drive..." The Wanderer would have shaken his head hearing the other male as they neared their means of travel.
"Tch-" Was his apathetic response to that, followed up with a distinct car alarm disarming nearby, "Even so, you know I'm right." He finished throwing a smidge of extra confidence before turning to said car.
"My point still stands, however," The Wanderer smiled and turned to face the ride of his ally. Taken aback just a bit by what he was looking at.
It was navy blue in colour, with white highlights lining the flared side skirts, fender and bumper. Along with its owner already seated. Two slits ran along the bonnet with a third slit along the middle. and an oval-shaped black grill at its front. Telltale signs of one particular car company
"Maserati..." He mumbled under his breath before stepping into the car. embraced by the warm leather upholstery.
"Let's go." The God cocked a smile, mildly amused at the look on IV.'s face.
Yeah, so that was pretty short, even for me. My bad for taking so long.
I've retconned this chapter more times than there are stars in the sky and I'm still unsatisfied. But I need to update this fic at some point otherwise my five readers'll get bored so here!
I will drop a mini-chapter featuring Gynesis, IF, Compa, and Mugen since this one didn't have them within this week so look out for that.
Anyways, Ciao~
Alright!
I'm done.
This was and will be really fun to write so I hope it'll be at least half as fun to read.
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