Brendon was enjoying his time on Derse; or at least his Dreamself was. After having some fun with Dream Furlok, he'd decided not to stay in the room with all the bars. He took an axe from the wall and decided logically to kill… everyone.

Everyone trying to stop him from leaving at least. There seemed to be several guards in the way, all armed and armored, wanting to stop him from leaving the prison room. Dream Brendon was having none of that, and showed off how skilled he was his an axe.

Dream Furlok didn't help him, as it was far more fun to watch her kismesis get the shit beat out of him, as well as watch him beat the shit out of the guards in return; slowly carving himself a bloody murder canyon to the front door.

Furlok followed him out the door and down to the streets of Derse, which were completely empty. The Dersites had all heard the legends of the Prince, and knew how dangerous it would be if they had to deal with him. The moment he'd woken up, all but the guards had fled.

Brendon decided to look around derse, wondering if there was anything interesting on the purple planet. Furlok followed above, floating through the air. As they were both dream selves, both could fly, but Brendon didn't see much point in it.

Brendon wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for. He was less in control of his dreamself, and as a result more intensely emotional; hence his carving through the guards with no second thoughts whatsoever.

As he walked though, the thing he hadn't been aware he was looking for came to him: Valtina. Dreamself Valtina mind you, having flown all the way over from Prospit. The clouds above on the golden planet showed the past, present, and future, so when Valtina had seen Brendon on Derse, she'd immediately taken off to find him.

Brendon watched her float down in front of him, his eyes becoming pale diamonds as she floated down, in much the same way that those struck with sudden romantic love were said to have their eyes become hearts.

Furlok snickered, "Someone's got a Pale crush~" She teased him, though he didn't even pretend to care as he went over to Valtina to greet her. "Heya." She greeted him with a smile, not hesitating to give him a hug, both gaining a light blush from it.

Furlok was tempted to continue mocking the likely soon-to-be moirales, but decided not to. It was poor blackrom etiquette to actively make fun of your kismesis' other relationships, and she guessed it still counted even though they'd not gotten together yet.


Brendon and Furlok, having met back up and gotten… acquainted so to speak, were now carving their way through Furlok's land.

Brendon it seemed had lightly more patience with the disgruntled shopkeepers in the market area; and even less patience with the monsters roaming the pathways between them, cutting or shooting them down with almost gleeful enthusiasm.

Furlok couldn't help but be sickened by this, both from him taking such pleasure in her land, and from her slightly agreeing with him on the matter of dealing with the monsters. She decided to set that aside for now, taking out her brushware and helping him clear out the monsters.

As They did though, two different threats happened that gave them pause for thought. The first was more subtle, hard to spot unless you had your eyes on Brendon.

He'd blocked a shot from a mechanical imp's turret gun and then tore through it; except he hadn't blocked it. It had torn through his outfit and left a bleeding wound in his chest that he just didn't seem able to feel.

Upon further inspection, Brendon was actually covered in damage that he hadn't noticed. Cuts, bruises, holes, burns; his body was a mess, but something had been hiding it from view, both from Furlok and from Brendon himself.

Some power had just kept him from feeling any pain, and hidden the damage from view. He summoned Droogbarsprite to heal him, and he could feel an actual difference when he was healed.

Where before he felt normal, now he felt actively stronger than before. They chalked it up to berserker madness at the time, willfully ignoring the question of how the damage had been completely invisible for a while. What could be loess easily ignored was Furlok's killing of an Ogre later that day.

Both of them noticed it, and looking back,Furlok had noticed it several times and just not taken note of it. A projectile had been fired at her, but the moment it hit her it dropped to the ground, not affecting her.

On top of that, she then jetting at the ogre like she'd been fired from a gun herself, cutting the beast's head off easily. the two of them, unable to further ignore the presence of these abilities, went to the chat to ask the others if any of them had experienced something like that.

DT: Oh totally, I didn't think it was something we were keeping secret. I've been hoping through time for like two days now.

PP; Dammit JGff, that would have bGGn useful info!

LS: Pretty sure I've been walking through walls recently.

PN: I've been healing my consorts. Not with items or anything, just doing it. PP: MothGr fuckGrs!

OP: NoW, NoW, There's no need for thaT. I've been getting a few minor abilities as welL. I think all of us will based on our combination of class and aspecT, Which are given to us upon entering the gamE. I'm the Seer of Heart for examplE, And based on the powers describeD, I'd be willing to say that Jeff is our Heir of TimE. ValtinA, You're a Sylph of Life I would guesS, One who heals with energy and desirE. Risura is clearly a Void playeR, Though I'm not sure about the class yeT. Furlok, I believe you may be the Thief of SpacE, One who actively steals locatioN, ShapE, SizE, And velocity from otherS. When the bullet hit yoU, You stole the movement of the bulleT, Causing it to stop dead before it hit you and you to move at its speeD.

PP: SGriously? NicG!

PN: What about Brendon?

OP: WelL, Going on a guesS, I'd have to guess he's the Bard of DooM, Or perhaps even the PrincE. Either waY, A potentially powerful Doom based fighteR.

PN: Doom player?

OP: Almost certainlY. My first assumption was a Life playeR, Going by his personalitY, But the Prince and Bard are both members of the Destroyer clasS, Which always appear as their opposite aspecT; Doom in this case.

PN:... interesting.. Well, I'll be going now, I've got a lot to handle here on my world.

[ProduceNinja has signed off]


Valtina had been trudging her way through the wastelands of her land, having learned that the consorts living on LoGaR had written legends of some destined hero called the Sylph; which was evidently her.

She'd found it amusing that she was classified as hero despite being on the villain team, but she still liked the idea of having been prophesied. Apparently there were towers across the Land of Glyphs and Ruin, and at the top of the towers there were slabs of stone with powerful glyphs carved onto them.

If the Sylph put her hand on the glyph stone, she could send a surge of magic through the planet and heal entire sections of the land all at once, permanently fixing the land rather than having to slowly restore it manually.

She'd battled her way to the first slab and placed her hand on top of it, sending a surge of green and blue energy through it. The glyphs glowed bright, a rush of energy flowing down the stone and into the ground, a wave of energy washing over the land around her.

She could see it, see the dirt become nutriance filled and rich again, bits of grass sprouting from the soil. She smiled at this, knowing that the consorts would have an easier time farming this land.

Shortly after she'd done this, the message from Furlok and Brendon had gone out, and she'd decided to respond. It had been nice to hear from Brendon again, especially after the amazing palerom dream she'd had; which she didn't at all intend to mention to him.

But then Aspico had mentioned that he was a Doom player. Not just a Doom player, but a Destroyer class, perhaps even the Prince of Doom. Without knowledge of what the classes meant, Valtina could only assume that this meant Brendon was the ruler of Doom.

Under ordinary circumstances, Valtina would have been more open minded and willing to ask about it; especially with Brendon, but now with actual powers and prophecy being brought into this, Valtina was unsettled deeply by this knowledge.

The ruler of all destruction and doom shall bring death and pain to all those who seek to maintain the happiness of the world. The Sylph of Life must combat the King's power, restoring the others and leading to victory over the King. Should the Sylph fail or refuse, doom will consume all lands, all worlds.

It had been a line of the consort's story about the Sylph that she hadn't paid much attention to at the time. But now.. Now she was worried.