Keep the train going! We've got some more backstories to speak of, but as you saw last time, I've got to speak to you about something first!

So, I've been unable to write for two weeks because I've been participating in what is called the NCS (National Citizenship Service) which is operated in Britain. two weeks are spent at an outdoor centre camping and at a Uni respectively, while the next two weeks (the week which has just past and this coming one) will be spent doing an action project with the team you've been placed in. I'm team 6 (officially. We're actually team Tag along... I'm proud of it) and our project is Bridging the Generation Gap.

The elderly are becoming more afraid of the younger generation by the day and we aim to change their opinion on us young people. We want to achieve this by visiting independent living accommodations and building a bond with the elderly to show them that we aren't as bad as they may think. We will be spending 4 days with them and during our time we will be doing various activities with them such as painting. We care about the older generation because they are still human beings who enjoy people's company just as much as we do. Therefore, we are raising awareness for the older generations to show that we know they are there and we want to make them feel a part of the community. The young have the ability, but lack the wisdom, and the old have the wisdom, but lack the ability. We want to get them involved!

But I was hoping that you could like two pages for me: an instagram page called and a facebook page called NCS team 6 -bridging the generation gap. if you could do that, it would mean the world to us and it's fairly simple, right? Let's go to the awkward part.

We also have a JustGiving page called (this is a mouthful) We're raising £200 to help fund our NCS project to bridge the gap between the young and old generation. The money will go towards helping the elderly(or alternately, bridge that gap). if you could maybe think of adding to that, it would be absolutely magical! any money gathered would go directly to supporting the elderly we visit. Anyway, now that's done with, let's go!

Super hero time!

Shuujin: Who the heck are these people?

Issei: I... don't know.

Shuujin: Well try to find out as much as you can about them, understood?

Issei: Yes boss!

S + I: Break the chains! Phone up the future!

They never would've met up under normal circumstances. Born into different families on the opposite ends of Mozaik, it would have taken a small miracle to have them meet in such a bustling city, especially one that few people of normal morality wished to stay in longer than normal. Somehow though, they ended up being drawn into the same path, a path woven through pure coincidence. They were completely different in many ways, yet they still ended up upon a single crucial similarity.

Alice was a perfectly normal girl. Born in Japan to English parents, it was only natural for her to be reviled in school, made the target of bullying by her peers and naturally discouraged in education and simply various other things. They mocked her for the long strands of blonde that decorated her head, laughed at her choice of a blue dress in the few times she left her home and eagerly dismissed her choice in literature. Living in a world of fantasy, where all can be saved by a single heroic soul, it served as a proper escape from a world intent on pushing her down as much as possible. Constantly carrying the safety that was a book in her hand, Alice had seen it take many a beating in place of her, and yet it still clung on and she continued on without a word.

But people will only remain silenced for so long. It had probably been the drink, or the rising tension within the home, but her parents had finally broken down. They too could only give the impression of normality for so long before their barriers wore and their thoughts became words that flowed easily out of the mouth. Her mother had been wishing to leave Mozaik for a long time, citing its incredibly low chance of safe living, while her father was determined to stay regardless of their risks and chance of death; the pay was naturally good when your life expectancy was low.

"It's not like we're going to be out of a job and house!" Alice's mother objected, near ready to throw the emptied bottle that sat in a tight grip. "I've already planned all of this stuff! We could move out in a second and the only thing stopping us is you! Think of what Alice has to go through! You can't seriously be thinking of leaving her to deal with all she already has to!? All we need to do is move back to England!"

"But think of all we've managed to earn here, all I've managed to build!" Alice's father instantly spat back, near frothing in the mouth as he clutched a balding head furiously. "Do you honestly think that we can get this sort of thing back in England? We'd probably be laughed right out! I'm no accountant! I'm no great lawyer! As soon as I can't keep doing this stuff, we're out and back to normal, even worse!"

She couldn't take it anymore. Alice, falling down against the slightly ajar doorframe, sunk to the ground, screwing blue eyes tightly shut as she continued to listen to the back and forth venom of her parents. Her father did have some good points; they lived in a beautiful home, they had plenty to eat and she certainly had never been left wanting for anything in the world – but there was no way the young girl of but nine could forget the constant hair pulls, the ignorance of her peers and the allowance of her teachers to let said peers do whatever bullying they want. She had heard of people in a similar situation, who hadn't gotten a chance to leave; to put things simply, things weren't quick to change. At all.

And so a part of her just… broke. Turning rapidly to the living room, her parents immediately paused in their mutual anger, facing the direction of the sound of a slamming door. They had never seen such unbridled anger in their child before, and yet, with heavy panting and a toy, a simple blue rabbit, clutched tight in hand, her blonde hair falling weak as a drape over her eyes, there was no denying the sheer fury hidden in those globes.

"Just stop it! I don't want to see you fight ever again!" she screamed with teary eyes, bringing up her face to directly stare down two surprised pairs similar to her own. "Just get along! You don't have to agree on everything, but just make up afterward! Never argue like this!"

When Alice could see past the tears, she hadn't expected to be met with stillness. When she could hear beyond her own tired pants, she hadn't expected to be met with silence. When the arms enveloped her, as they had forgotten to do so a good few years ago, it was her frozen still and left in silence. They held serene smiles upon their faces, almost as if their violent debate had never occurred before, as they sweetly embraced their daughter.

"I'm so sorry we worried you Alice." Her father whispered into a frozen ear, his eyes gently fluttering closed. "We will never argue like that."

"We won't agree on everything, but we'll just make up afterward." Her mother agreed, far more comfortable in Alice's father's arms than she would've been before. Alice didn't care for it though, the small blonde simply too happy to be embraced by her parents like a normal child to care about the discrepancies.

But there was one thing she had taken from that event. Confidence would prove itself.

When she next went into school, she took a deep breath, crushing the navy backpack's strap as she walked forward. There was no need to guess what would happen next, the coming events practically a predetermined chain that she would have to go through daily. Nothing said Alice couldn't disrupt that chain though…

"Oi, blondie! Still walking about? Thought you would've dropped out by now!" one particularly gruff classmate of hers called out, waddling over with the rest of his nine year old 'muscle'. Too many films and rumours had them trying to imitate fiction, the epitome of cheesy high school gangs at a time where they wouldn't be going to high school for a while. "Don't you think you should run off back home to the rest of your people?"

Not this time. She wouldn't let herself be bullied on this gravel anymore. Taking a wider stance, the girl remained still, the group of bullies moving closer to the exposed back with a sickening sneer.

"Come on then! At least speak, or do you not even know any Japanese? You've never even spoken in class!" the bully violently urged, coupled with the addition of a shove.

"You won't bully me anymore. None of you will." The girl stated firmly, turning around with the most fake smile she could muster. "This is the last time anyone will bully me at all. You will treat me as I deserve to be treated, not as you please."

"…I guess we won't bully you anymore. None of us will." The bully gruffly repeated, turning away with a dismissive wave. "I suppose we'll treat you as you deserve to be treated. Come on guys."

A bright, genuine smile appeared upon Alice's face as the bullies slunk away. This was proof that her theory was true! All she would have to do is continue being brave and nothing would be able to harm her! And so she continued on into school, repeating her words to any that would try to be an obstacle in her way, pupil and teacher alike. Needless to say, things got much quieter very quickly.

Kai had simply wanted to write his stories. People said he had a talent for it, even if it was the only talent he had. With failing grades in all of the subjects he put himself to save for Japanese, his parents were determined to try and get him away for his writing books and into the proper study texts. But why would he ever hold himself away from the one thing he was good at? Why would he limit himself when trying in other places would merely result in a failure with nothing to show for it?

Of course, he had tried at first. When it had been seen as a child simply not placing the entirety of his focus into his studies, he had eagerly approached with all of the energy available to a young boy. The issue was whenever he looked at the pages, they simply didn't make any form of reasonable sense. Numbers were recognisable, at least until they started lifting off of the page and floating around his vision, blurring together with the operations no matter. Sure, he could read you what the question was asking you to do, but that all meant nothing if he couldn't tell you even the first number he was meant to solve the question with.

It was the same with anything else he tried to deal with. Any brush other than calligraphy shook with all of the might of a pure tremor, elements all tried to force themselves into the limelight and don't even get him started on the stupidity that was art. How could you try and inspire your child to be creative and then limit whatever they could do? Perhaps he wanted to a splatter painting because he could actually come up with an idea for that, rather than the silly paper craft that demanded far too much of his poor hands.

Eventually, he had simply given up. Working diligently upon his writing and stories, he had watched with an uncaring eye as his grades began to fall. He had never made any friends, simply being unable to do so without resorting to a piece of paper to write what he wished to share, and so there were little who even cared save for his parents.

"Come on, you have to at least have to try one of the science questions!" his father urged, violently tugging away the writing book and replacing it with the science text. "It's not like it's hard! Just one!"

Kai had only been able to keep up with the begging for so long; this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Snatching his note pad just as viciously back, his calligraphy brush was a blur, the characters written with the elegance of a man experienced with not a single mistake. He could even feel his energy going into the ink as he thrusted the note towards his father, Kai intently focused on making his father finally understand.

Let me do as I wish! I do not want to be bothered by you in order to do something I am unwilling to do! Ask me a few times and that is acceptable, not this! Read the note, Kai's father stuck upon it as if he had been shown a mesmerising light as a moth. Drawing the note away and pushing back the black hair that invade his green vision, Kai gave a small sigh, paired with a pointed look to his father.

"That makes sense." His father eventually replied. "After all, you do not want to be bothered by me to do something you are unwilling to do. I'll ask you a few times and that is acceptable, not this."

He left swiftly after that, Kai left blinking as he looked towards the pad. Now that he had a moment to think about it, it almost appeared as if the pad still seemed aglow with energy, the words themselves thrumming with an unnatural energy. A small smirk appeared on his face. Perhaps if this worked as he believed it to, then he could do many things… but to test it out properly, he would have to leave the safety of his home, move to a specific store where he would be able to but the appropriate equipment and purchase it, an act that is not at all safe in a place like Mozaik. If he could get this to work though, it would be perfect… what was life without a little risk anyway?

And it had paid off beautifully. Sure, there were perhaps a few people he had caught looking at the vulnerable young boy rather… hungrily, but he had made it through unscathed and now Kai had just the right mixture, or at least, he thought he did. Wiping himself done caught little attention; having a shower was definitely something you shouldn't be questioned for having in normal circumstance, and applying the actual ink had been done in his room. The cold frostiness of applying it directly to his skin had been strange, but the feeling had slowly faded away, as had the writing. Invisible ink, success. He followed all of the actions he had done in the moment to as much of a tee as possible, feeling a similar drain of energy as he had done before. It was as if he could feel every word that was present no his body, every single inscription and stroke of ink that coated his skin. If Kai didn't know any better, he would believe his body to be glowing with a heavenly light.

But it wasn't. it didn't mean his moves were ineffective though, far from it. It was present in the way people moved out of the way after all. Such a simple act, one that could be perceived as a coincidental mass amount of kindness from the people… but he knew better. After all, dressed in his red shirt and simple jeans, Kai didn't appear to be anything special. It was clear to him that the moment another kid tried to do the same thing, they would be ruthlessly pushed to the side, more likely ignored even if they were to ask that assisted without any sort of pre-emptive request. Well, maybe no request was lying… it was practically written all over his body after all.

Stay out of my way. Do whatever I ask of you.

Kai had yet to ask anything of any one, but with the first part functioning so brilliantly, there was little cause to believe that the other half would work any less. Indeed, he was making his way to the sweet shop. He wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't test it on something as major as… a bank robbery or something, but who would ever believe that you would take a young boy to court for asking for some sweets?

"Welcome! Please, if you need any assistance, don't hesitate to ask!" the shop attendant called out, quickly returning to her job of handling the red laces. Maybe they would be first on the list… no, he would have to properly plan first! After all, the correct amount of surveying was a must if you were to make a heist the most profitable as possible. Scanning over the sweets, the young black haired boy made a mental list of whatever he wanted, the things that caught his eyes that knocked various over items off of the list, before swiftly heading to the till.

"What can I help you with then?" the man at the till asked, the boy taking a deep breath before speaking the first words that had ever come out of his mouth in a long time.

"I want a bit of everything. For free. Can you let me have that?"

Stay out of my way. Do whatever I ask of you."

"I can let you have that." The man confirmed, quick to usher his people to gather the things. Walking out of the store with two large bags had been a novel experience, but most importantly, it acted as the final confirmation he needed. All he needed was to improve the amount of orders he had no his body, maybe learn how to control which ones he activated at a time (considering that he had only a single message given at a time, he couldn't be too sure if multiple different messages could be given if they weren't connected.)

And so the two lived their lives, one in ignorance of their abilities and the other in full awareness. With their joint goal of making the city of Mozaik a better place to live in, whether it be for everyone or themselves, it wasn't long before a good amount of the city was under their joint grasp, like two gangs working in ignorance of one another.

Eventually, both Alice and Kai had chosen to walk along the street. It was a part of the shopping district, so it was naturally filled with people from all over the city trying to find the latest fashions and newest gear. Alice had been attracted to the news of a new dress on sale, while Kai had been determined to refuel his stock of special body ink. It was only natural, then, for the two of them to collide while walking. The cliché would be to make them walk into each other literally. They didn't.

But it felt like they did. Scrap that, it felt as if they had walked against a brick wall and chosen to do it once more out of morbid masochistic curiosity. When two mentally manipulative powers tried to fight, it was either have one become brain dead and the other be the supreme victor, or have their powers cancel each other out, in a particularly strange and painful way. People were of course, being made to stay away from Kai, meaning that they weren't too aware of how both he and another random girl he had never seen before clutching their heads in agony.

It was when they looked in to each other eyes when the true communication came. One who had been gained a voice by accident and one that had no need for the one he had, they were able to communicate everything with just a single look and as soon as their intentions aligned, their fates were sealed.

That is a story of two souls and their merging path.

Let's put that on hold now. How do you think these people will come into the action? Let me tell you, there's something I don't think any of you will be expecting coming up in this part of the story and I can confirm that I've hinted to it in the speech of the celestial pianist.

1 - Dragon (Ophis: scale slicer)

2 - Kitsune (Kunou: Kit o' nine tails)

3 - Technomancer (Starway Rider: .EXE(but!)cuter)

4 - Demon (Onihime: Royal straight crush)

5 - ?

6 - ?

7 - ?

8 - ?

9 - ?

0 - ErRoR (woman: ErRoR)