Valkyries Eternity

by Gaian Knight

Volume III of the Voluspa Saga

11. Act IX

Oh My Goddess! - Valkyrie's Eternity

Volume III

Act IX

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Gee. If that galaxy's citizens, all keep stopping like that, they'll end up retrograding motion of the entirety of Alliance Galaxy at once!

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-Memory of the day he first arrived before the Cadre...-

'I remember him, so weak as a mortal, that I didn't see initially beyond, for the strength that was 'always' there.'

-Memory, of the initial days of Training. Where a soul learned what was most important, to fight for.-

'I remember, when my dream, of being a strong, proud Valkyrie, like my Family always saw within my Sister and I, was all that was important. What I trained ceaselessly for, in the beginning years. And then 'he' showed up. My encoded mind changed, against my will, from that day forward.'

-Memory of when Lord Thor took over a Mortal Squire's training, and word filtered, of the years that wrought what a Wish truly wanted, from the Mortal that died, protecting what was most important. Died for duty. For honor. For very real knowing Sacrifice. For a world left behind, in favor, of another world, and it's wonders and challenges. And for most of all, a Love unrequited, such instead garnered by one of here in memory. And of such, how She started witnessing sessions, when 'advice' reached her lobes, from others of her Cadre. And her kind.-

'I remember, I first started going, because I was merely curious. I... forgot, I was jealous at first, of a mortal, being under the teachings, of one I wanted to learn such of War from. But... I didn't know better, that I was merely learning of Battle, and only later learned I wanted to learn War, because I found a Mortal that was growing, evolving, learning the opposite ends of the lessons I seeked...and was a curiosity that started already back, when he was still of the Cadre. I wanted to learn more... Battle... War... then... of things far better, as time stepped itself all over my senses. I realize now, I spoke of disdain then, 'too' much of a Mortal, later named Imladris. A name I have come to love.'

-Memory of too much, that turned into the days after the triumphant return from a Galaxy, to that day, Sacrifice claimed near all sanity, from Heaven itself. It certainly did from 'her', if never truly shown. Or shown, for 'lack' of what was shown, prior. That love, became bereft. And remained so until...-

'I remember I closed myself off, just as I was opening up. Belldandy saved my soul a great deal, when I was tricked by that 'thing', unto a grace of friendship, that took away the importance of power and battle alone, in favor of what my Beloved 'ever' Fought for. What he Sacrificed for. Why I soon after my cherished Mints borne unto me, that my heart yearned against my will, just like the first time, for 'him'. And such why I only claim One Love in spoken of Existence, over 'all' else.

This, my Selfishness, is the only kind, that a goddess License can stand to endure.'

-Memory of the battles of the Wraith. Memory of Victory. And then the Confession. The same dream of the Mints, that came from hints of that 'one' Soul, the tower and pillar, the shield and sword, all of it, became the dream that lives within her joyous soul, every second that now Exists. Such she realized her folly, of not Confessing just as openly, ever beforehand. But then, memories are also lessons. This Phosus reminded her once of.-

'I pushed him. I prodded him. I cut him. More. More than just that, I Challenged him, for the soul that I wished to be as proud, as he could ever be. His shining example, one he admittedly is ever humble about, ever stained of the surface, no matter what the shine, is what I want to know of him. Of such that the rest of the Existence that bore him, from whatever beginning, cherishes him, to only the point, that I take over and love him, to push him again with.'

-Memory of all these battles since then . The wonderful memories. Too many for even a million cheek markings could ever hold, that she holds with a smile. Each only hidden for so long, enough to ensure that the Spars and Challenges, keep him at the razors edge, that she sees of him, daily. And to know, he is ever powerful enough, to finish the Mandated Task before him.-

'I do it all, because of the moment before me now. The wish I have held for so long, lies on his knees, before me. The promise of Forever, I already know is coming, no matter what, truly no matter what, lies within only a Word, that he, and all else watching, have been waiting for. The Selfish Wish cometh. And I could act as any other, with all right to do so. I would smile nonetheless. But I want 'better' for him. I no longer see my own goals. For mine, are all his. And I want his goal, my way.

As such, we are beings of a different cloth. I, the goddess of the Axe, that he first saw of me, and tried to model after. He, the bravest mortal I have ever known, of a life of the kind I cannot still imagine, with a magnanimousness that I fell in love with, 'at' the same time as I was loathing him.

And now, myself a General, over the eye of one who helped create us all of War and Honor, as a Mandate now has a Tyr returned. Can one say any less, we are beings that are of tales, the Eddas find their own joy, to gloss their Epics in? So... instead of a meek boy at his knees, for me to say yes to... I want instead...'

-Memory... continues again...-'

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...she starts... laughing.

He blinks a few jittered times. This as his mind starts to register what is happening, for actual. Everyone else around, is weirded out as well, Chihiro for one... "I... didn't know this stuff was that funny." ...as Lind is the one laughing at Imlade! Almost too mocking and haughty to be truly real, it all yet is anyway!

"Wha...?" Imladris whispers out, starting to feel hurt, from what he was struggling out with. Others around garner looks at each other, save only three in the group. (Six actually, but Al, Frig, and Bell weren't of the Family Favor. But 'they' knew better too.)

Keiichi for one, remembering his own Yuletide proposal, sees how this one is turning out, and looks over at Belldandy, quipping openly, that only 'one' doesn't fully hear. "I'm... missing something, right?" ...this as one jumpsuited mortal, looks as the other Valk suit soul of a goddess, looks back with a cute smile.

And just as a Knight is about to start getting angry, Lind then looks back at... "Can you believe this Father? Believe what is before me?"

Frode just folds his arms, as Ishara and Jora just... eh? ...shake their own heads, in unison. Frode adds, in a lay tone... "Gleipnir would laugh at this, as well."

Imladris blinks in hearing that. "Wait... wait a tic. That's Tyr's weapon... weapons... wait a..." ...as Lind interrupts with... "I mean really..." ...with even a flair of her hands about, in disdain that the Commanders around next, start to realize in hearing... "...someone on their knees, begging for the spoils of my heart? This like I am one, bleeding my emotions dry, like... well... Skuld should know better than I of such."

"HEY!" Skuld 'and' Sentaro decry out, which gets knowing laughter all around. Urd then wraps her arms, floating around the two... "Yeah! It would be more like you two, to propose like that." ...as she both knows better now as well, as much as to rub it on in.

And then gets Skuld-bomb blasted into near orbit for it. "Aww shuddap!" ...Skuld 'and' Sentaro just snap. Ichigo nearby, just holds her own melon. "Talk about in sync."

Laughs ply again, as do certain blushes, before Jora then steps up to the plate, coming towards a haughty looking Lind, and a still on knees, 'and' confused as heck Imlade. Lind looks at her Sister, as the Commander XO of the 7th Host, just remarks... "Yeah. Since when do we ever look like, we want one on their knees, Surrendering to anyone of us, like this. I mean gee golly." ...Jora even puts, mocking Imladris's old Montana mortal hailings... or sorta. Didn't really matter, as a beet blushing red Knight, just then notes Ishara float-waltz over, and egg in. "Now that you think about it, this all really goes against how a Mother of Valkyries, would want of a possible son in law." ...and then she looks at Imladris. "If you think 'this' is how I want to accept such... sheesh, go back to White Wing training, with ya."

Ishara... well... the Spaffa-orb near Immy, might have had possible heat 'facial' issue problems, from... well...

Peorth notes this. "Well, someone is getting fou furieux." ...which makes Eihwa giggle, as 'she' gets it now. This before Frode then floats in, in a mocking posture of continued folded arms, and a face that just was too stern, to be truly serious. (And yet it was, for all worth.) And to Imladris's ignited boosters on the pad, from Frode's account... "I swear, for a Father to say aye, to a sight such as this, would be poor form to 'my' old master. One I do not see before me here."

Imladris gulps, as a blush of anger, reaches crescendo, no thanks to Frode looking at him, and 'adding'... "Knees are for women doing laundry in river beds, and warriors defeated in humiliation. Such 'my' Master, once told me."

"Hmmm..." ...came a dangerous tone, from about every lady folk lass, in the area. And given just how outnumbered (and almost out powered, philosophy depending,) the males were, well... not feeling safe. Especially not ones that were either of titles of Knight, or Judicator. Ishara leans in on Frode, to his hazard. "And just what did you ever learn, in your training, before we married?" ...which Frode didn't say zilch back unto.

That just lends, unto Lind then eyeing a pensive looking Immy, rather dryly. And dry here... well... you go walk through a desert for two weeks, and... well, it's a start.

"A weakling, with a past insult to boot?"

Imladris reacts to Lind's assertion, (however mocking it all was, rather than serious,) by BOLTING to his feet! "Watch it! You call me into question, too far here Love!"

Lind blinks, trying hard to not blush herself. (She really was fighting with her own blush reflex, as if it was an actual foe there!) She then 'helps' that, by looking over at Jora (who is fighting hard not to bust a gut,) and comments... "Hmm... guess he 'can' get off his knees."

"Hold a blazing second here!" Imladris actually cuts Jora off with. (And coulda gotten his own head cut off there,) as he changes the subject back with... "I finally get my guts to propose to you finally, and..." ...as he 'realizes' what he is hearing, past his prior layerings, of emotional baggage, attached to a moment that any romantically inclined male, seeking forever with their own love, in the form of a wrought trinket of metal and gemstone, in favor now of 'something' in his mind...

'They know what they want... do 'you' know?'

That strange 'voice' again. That intangible 'something', that ever steered him at times of true importance, of one kind of 'voice', or another, now got him to start thinking, in a format that he should have know better, for the most part of an entire century. Such is aided further, (as Urd shows back up, and giggled at by Valkyries around,) with Lind asserting, almost seething it out... "I do not, accept one acting weaker before me. Especially not one that I expect 'much' more from."

Imladris blinks, feeling whatever 'romantic' notions, fade a good bit, and the held box in his hand, held in a tight grip now.

"And what do you propose, that we do about that." Imladris grinds back, which makes for uneasy glances around, from celestials and mortals alike. Jora, Ishara and Frode, just now stand in a conical semi-row, behind their blue steel haired kin, as Lind answers back. "Like I just said. I... and I am certain... we do not accept such weakness. Prove a better measure, against my Family and I, for what you truly seek."

Imladris blinks. "(Eh? Wait... does that mean...?!)" ...as he starts seeing earrings plucked, and a fourth 'sliver' pulled from an Order Judicator's jacket. Axes start forming, before Imladris can take his next breath. Other eyes look ready to brace themselves.

Not that it stops Urd... "Goody! Pre-Marriage violence!" ...Sentaro raising a fist... "Cool!" ...with Valkyries all around cheering... "Awesome!" ...and Vakil versions just fist pumping! "It's what we live for!" ..and to be sure from Generals... "Show our godson, what for!" ...Hirund... "Took em forever for this! Make him pay for waiting!" ...Rend... "Better all be worth our time here too!" ...and Mist. (Sheesh.)

"You military freaks!" ...Chihiro comically blares out! Keiba just cracks in... "Kinda all fits, with our Bike fetishes." ...which Megumi giggles at, as much as Chihiro just bonks a held cookie, off his cousin's melon. (And one Meg then catches to eat.)

Ichigo just sighs out... "Those blokes, need counseling." ...Takano just giggles in tune with, (while Keima looks on warily, at it all,) "They just need quality time. AWAY from here, for all our sakes!" ...the moth... er... Takano lass, bellows, knowing what's coming.

And such, Imladris sees four, direly armed foes, and just promptly stab accuses out... "Are you all NUTZ!? It's five against one here!" ...which makes Ishara blink, realizing... "How did you know...?" ...this Immy just fingers at... "Uh... Lind told me when we first got back. Plus... um..." ...he then waves his armored hands, kookily at Ishara's current body 'shape'. It just gets Imlade DECKED, as Ishara fumes back in kind... "Who said you can gawk at my current format like that! Plus: good eye."

Imlade just moans like a shot bear, or something, as he reorients to face what Lind then professes... "What is the matter 'pup'? Can't handle the odds?" ...which gets Immy growling again, and then promptly stabbed further with... "Perhaps I can give you pity love then, if that is your goal here."

Yeah, he reacted. Quick. In her face. Lind didn't blink. Nor flinched. (Jora about did.)

"So you wish to test me, eh goddess?" ...ala Imladris.

Lind in kind, like it was now a face off, literally, before a major league brawl. (Wait a tic...) "Prove better unto my Family, and I. Maybe you 'might' earn something more."

Imladris sure sounded edgy. (His soul underneath however...) "How shalt we conduct this affair then, My Lady?"

Lind then hefts her Axe, of diamond sheen, up to the nape of his neck. "How else, of better conduct, Ner?"

Imladris just traded eyes, with 'all' apparently stated combatants, and then just promptly SHOOTS backwards, just manically mashing out... "OKAY! TO THE LIGHT WITH THEE! COMMON! COMMON I SAYETH!" ...which just gets him gaped, glowered, and stared at. Skuld of note. "He's hopeless."

Keiichi then makes light of, towards Almighty... "Ah... are they gonna do all this here?" ...which Frigurina all but a cape-cloak-something, adrape all around his neck, just comments... "Our son-in-law to be is correct. Perhaps we can use 'that' location."

Almighty even reacts, as eyes looks back at them, (and K1 and Frig, and Bell ever holding K1's hand, anywho...) as he raises a kooky finger... "A well and fine idea love, with all aplomb."

"What..." Jora starts... "...location?" ...Ishara finishes. Or rather just inherits more, as Almighty then flares his hands of all wordless aglow, as Frode blanches out... "What are you doing, My Lord?!" ...as mini-Thor watching, then blinks in 'seeing'... "You're sending them 'there'?!" ...as Imladris, more than sensing he's inclusive of what is spoken of, bellows in kind... "Who what where why, and we know HOW, just STOP!"

"Ohh..." Lind actually compliments... "...I like thou verbiage." ...which makes Immy look teardroppingly pensive, all before... "Eh?" ...he feels his feet below him suddenly tingle, and gasps a split second later... "E... EH!? The Testing Mandala?!" ...as he's not the 'only' one to feel it, nor less see, as the Family Favor, is enacted off as a formal spell, attached to the glowing white-rubicon-gold glow, of the Testing Mandala of Tyr! This still encompassing the entire Temple grounds, Belldandy gasps at her agape mouth! "You mean it all is connected after all?!" ...this Almighty 'nods' out... "It all is essentially to Settle here, this night. And of a Day, unlike any other, on other familiar Ground."

Keiichi warbles back, all freaked out as usual... "Ah... nice one." ...and Al in winking turn back, with Belldandy giggling, all this before the light from the Mandala begins to seriously become more than just blinding! Urd realizes... "What!? I feel a portal! What are... Father?!" ...and then an 'extra' soul of bianco white, then reacts with... "Cosa...?!" ...as Almighty adds directed... "Mind taking this tech-camera bunch with you? Thanks goddess!" ...as some twenty plus Spaffa Orbs are tossed at Eihwa, this as a split moment later... all light snap fades, and everyone still remains... except... "H... hey!? ...from more than a few, Takano accenting... "They're gone!" ...ala esc, Eihwa, and the focuses of the whole affair.

"No they're... eh...? ...not?" ...Satoko quips, as 'sight' goes from eyes, to the mind link, for everyone still present. Otaki just gulps... "Now... what are we gonna see?"

Belldandy more than realizes openly, looking back at... "I see what you did Father. They 'would' make a mess of this place, no matter what protective Wards we put up."

Preteen-Almighty nods to her cherished, and 'well' minded Daughter. "They can only have truly at it, upon ground that will be familiar, unfamiliar, and unhindered, all the same. All the more fun for them."

"And my daughter?" ...Isa prods, suddenly up close. Almighty just blinks back, all mini and eye patchy... "What? Who else to catalogue their exploits, than one next closest in heart. I give no warnings ye know."

"No kiddin." ...a mini-Hild just barbs back. A mini-Al sponsored raspberry, is the 'weapon' of choice back. (Boy Hild needed to be held down by Frig after that, for a tic.) Keiichi then asks, rather worried for how this is all turning out. "Would it not be better, just to make em elope at this point sir? I mean..." ...this, rather than Almighty remarking, a beloved goddess of perfection, does better, such her holding hand onto his left still, is appended with... "There are moments, where one could have a simpler vein of expressing their love. However we all are aware of Lind's love, for my Cousin. To let them experience less than what they have earned, for the love they shower each other with, would be a true disservice, unto the rest of us, now witnessing."

Keiichi starts to nod...

...and then the next screen capture, his head SHOOTS down! He's not the only one... "Dear gawd! He gots CREAMED!" ...Takano yelps!

"Oh goody!" Belldandy chippers out, even smiling too beamingly! Keiichi just eyes up, still below waistline sight. This as Urd leans in... "Sometimes grrl..." ...this Peorth leaning in too... "Oui."

Belldandy just smiles, before then CRINGING unexpectedly from...

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It was all like a surreal nightmare, that became endless. Nigh much so, Morgan wondered if she 'was' in a dream, as she watched more couples come, from more walks of life, than there seemed to be forms of life in the Multiverse. It was all mechanical, conveyer belt like, just pure horrifying.

She tried to yell, scream, cry out. They all came, didn't heed, and even didn't care it seemed, as they went through the broken monolith of the Judgment Gate. At some point, the count was lost in favor of pure dread.

Even the tears soon stopped, at some point, as the cries of lost loves, cascaded in her ears, as too late, what was happening, dawned on the victims. She didn't even know if this was all real, or her mind was under an influence. The grab of her hand on a random sleeve, at one point, seemed to hammer home, that it felt 'too' real, to ignore. The sounds of decrying souls, shorn apart, to the ears, felt even worse, upon her lobes. This as more and more, the sounds of these shorn couples, seemed 'imposed' to be here, against their will, unto this conveyor of mechanical cold.

And at some point, Morgan realized... "I need to find help."

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"(By the way Love, 'when' do we act? Even I can feel what is happening now.)"

"(One interesting story at a time.)"

"(We detest it, when you do that.)" ...this from mini-Hild, the Husband Eternal, in 'between', as Frig's face is a rigid poker vein. This eyes 'have' to see the end of one story first, before another, completes the Day to come still.

Course to even get there...

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Councilor Ere'ith just watched in a form of interest, and horror, that an Avian of the Ages, couldn't have ever imagined. Even with untold years to delve imagination upon. Even so... "This is the worst form of romanticism, I've ever seen."

"- COMMON BRO! BRING EET! -" ...24 just shouted nearby, as a familiar celestial crew set, watched together, (if not physically so,) as others long now waiting, see to the end, of something that just was amended to headaches. Sceta just complained. "/ Could you 'possibly' make my sonic processors rupture the more?"

24 was interrupted, by sight such, that made it seem, that an audience was together, watching a Earthen 3D movie offering. Ala... they all jerked to the 'right', collectively. This despite most present in Ere'ith's galactic chamber, were in displayed holographic form. Made for a kooky sight, no doubt.

"- Maybe there can be a coronation, for just a Queen? -" ...Kaia espoused, her holo-form, projected in two areas, from her primary location.

They then all 'jerk' to the left.. no wait, down! 24 amends... "- Common Bro, keep your head intact. -"

Galactic viewer ratings, were off the effectual charts, so you 'know' a lot of mind-linked mind, had heads that 'jerked' in similar fashion, just then.

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To be certain, save for the watching of the mind link, a true precipice is upon them, in a place that could see the 'mind' as a cliff, as lethal as a fall from a real one. Such was the arrival of the flock, upon a familiar sea of white roses, ones that cause Lind alone, to freeze on sight. The rest look upon rare in rare, heavenly ground, above this... "Mausoleum... " ...Ishara recognizes, all too well.

Only Jora isn't immediately aware of 'where' exactly they are, save for knowledge too well certain, of what her mother just described, in one hollow word.

"Why..." ...one other no longer truly mortal of soul, looks around, before off to his exceeding far right, he sees... "...here?" ...a large, golden 'hue' stands off bare minimum effective sight, at 'least' five kilometers distant.

It's a sight that quickly smacked away from, as a potential betrothed's fist, just smacks back attention with... "Mind your focus naïve!" ...the obvious. (Yeah, now we know why everyone ducked. You'd think peeps would be used to Lind's efficacy by now.) The obvious just ends up DREDGING through a swath of white roses, before Imladris flip-slides to a harsh looking stop. The same for the healing shiner on his left cheek. White petals swath around him, akin of angel feathers, as he quips. "FINE! You want my complete attention?!"

Various metallic 'thunks' are heard afar, as Clarion to what will now transpire. The mood certainly isn't a happy one now, though Frode 'does' impart... "It's been awhile, since I've let loose unto my Master." ...Ishara however leveling the flat of her own Axe, upon Frode's chest. "Valkyrie's first, Dear."

"Aye." Jora seethes out with glee, twirling her Axe about, like a baton. Lind for her part, straddles her own choice of a standard, war worn Axe of steel, across her shoulders. With Ishara holding her own Axe, before Frode as aforementioned, with Frode holding his own Axe offside to the right, the blade behind Ishara's back, it all made for a picturesque portrait, quite unique (and lethal) to witness.

It wasn't quite exactly as so, as Imlade flares Morphemic into hand, the blade looking sharper at the ready, than the look on the owner's facade. This as Imlade just quips to himself... "Begotten into a world of challenge, of fraught peril." ...which is heard too 'aloud' as a trigger value, such that he suddenly takes a vicious lunge, as Jora snap-shoots in and smacks at Imladris's blade, off his left, before Immy takes a overslash assault from Frode, that Imladris has to enforce his morphemic to format a double blade, off the hilt, to block in time!

Not as so the in concert flank about, Ishara takes, and LEVELS a shot across Imladris's exposed right flank, such as she rounds in flank behind, off of where Frode struck! More rose petals and nigh obliterated ground, where Imladris is smashed into, is of obtuse result! All within the split seconds it takes for Imladris to recover off 'aid' he still doesn't see as his own, to snap back at... "You both hit bloody hard, ye know!" ...before he flip takes a body tackle shot assault from Jora, that Imladris starts to flip toss Jora off in reaction with, but finds his exposed right side, taken to a CRUSHING side kick, from Ishara, as 'her' counter to the complaint! Jora already flips with speed to her feet, not as so as Imladris keep eating roses, before he recovers in time to reorient to a powerful assault from Frode!

"How..." ..Frode, clashing Axe steel to Morphemic paranormal crystal, leading to a... "...dare you..." ..crunching right unto left foot stomp, followed to a nigh same to the chin off knee, that smashed off with... "...be weak like this!" ...finished right a left hand gloved smack, of Frode's backhand, to a quickly 'blood' smeared face, one of Imladris's own to retort with, as he SMACKS his forehead, unto Frode's awaiting! Gritting teeth and eyes traded, for a moment before another Imlade flatfooted moment, that has Ishara and Jora, left and right respectively, SLAM angled knees and elbows, into Imladris's sides! The unnatural speed of both assaulting Valkyries, spinning to then DECK Imladris to more petal inducing carnage! More for dust and now rock spewing, all the same about!

Such all, is what Lind sees near, unto quite afar, as she levels a completely austere eye, upon the opening act, that she for one... "Of all the..." ...is peeved at.

"Chiuso! Togliersi di torno! Squagliarsela!" ...such Lind turns eye and head towards, as... "Problems?" ...Lind sees Eihwa swat away all those Spaffa orbs, like they were flies, all about her! Eihwa just bemoans. "Technology is invasive, in any Epoca." ...and flusters off one Orb that flew in too close, annoyingly/deliberately. Lind just lets loose a chuckle, before a rather LARGE explosion, vectors all 'eyes', back to where Lind notes, and derides... "His trust is lacking still."

"Is there a place to have mi in conduction?" Eihwa asks, noting her fifth wheel auspice here. Lind just responds back. "Find your own vector, unto us, when all is said and done here." ...this Eihwa makes for a pulled face double take, for a multitude of reasons. The same as much Lind 'sees' how this will essentially vector. The problem lain in the details. Some of which were showing about them, as a mix of watery and earthen shards and sparks. (Not sparkles. It was a nasty explosion apparent.)

Back at the center of the fracas, a Knight found himself stifling down some good shakes, as he looks past Evolution's 'shield' of charred wing feathers, peeking through at the twin stance of two Valkyries, hands thrust, spell energon smoldering off both displayed gloves.

"Do be mindful." Frode just quips over to the ear of Ishara, of whit whom remarks.. "The lil one really wants a part of this battle."

"Someone else quite isn't. Such is vexing." Jora responds, angst in her voice. This as afar, Imladris finally FLAPS his wings off and about, as one would for shaking off a hand, from being burned by flame and ice, in simult. It's the clear (three kilometer something away,) look of shock and awe, from such heavenly wrath. Frode tested that. "Daughter." ...whit to, Jora SNAP teleports, to anew an assault on a clearly bewildered mortal! This in moments, as Frode noted by eye, 'which' Imladris, they were clearly dealing with. "Muddled he remains, of his God's truth."

"The mortal hinges it down too much." Ishara sighs out.

They SNAP quickly join in, as there was no other plan, than what one focused upon, was embroiled of mind upon.

"No remorse or breath with them!" ...such was the wrong tact of mind, Imladris comes across with first!

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Easy to be distracted, as She was of Focus, with her new Weapon. Worse, was of the times when the wail of decrying Souls stolen, were ever as near silent, in the ashen ethervoid. Such was of a time, when Her Will decided to Act.

She was no Fool of the Tryst, now in play, with all eyes watching. Such was a part of her anew Act, to render with all Agony upon. It 'all' was Written, after all of All. Only in her warped mind, could what was happening, be a Joy to Her, for it all to be derided upon with Focus, with Anger. Hate. Hate upon Hate. Terror of the screams of those that already Fed her Machine of more Hate. The Gate that stood for all She wanted torn sunder anyway, only Used how, because She decided in her Infinite egocentricity, that NOW was the time to use it!

...and easily distracted, to a Son, not present now.

All because something to come, wasn't seen to cometh. Now when the mind of empty space, held a different Tool, to bypass a wretched Seal.

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Dead Void of empty inter-Universal Space.

Something that vast, held too much of Secrets, all its own. Another becomes apart, with a wisp of ash, through a private Gate. One directed because of what was wrought, from an equally unthinkable act.

": You will be My unwitting Tool, for the End of it ALL! :"

What those Ash laden eyes aflame looked at, only He could see, in the Void.

He did it once, with a now defeated Marian Empire.

Now for another miracle of the Universe, that 'was' logic defying.

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One assault. Another one. Twin into a Triad. Over and endlessly over it seemed, as a breaking point was already being seeked! The original reason for it all, seemed lost, under the thunder of relentless Axes, and ever exceeding spell conflagrations!

"One may need the Mausoleum, after all." Eihwa spoke, aloud enough for herself, but 'clear' enough to all other ears around, even as a Bianco eye, laden a clearly one sided fight, now approaching a critical point!

Lind didn't bother moving once yet. Her measure of building fury, was seeing... "Such a wanton past..." ...as one three on one pasting now, was 'too' much alike too many others, where Lind's current station, is that of Three others, that waylaid into a Squire, with equal ferocity, of so many past measures, of the mind of history.

To be sure, Jora was no General. Two parents of the Lower Council, 'were' stronger technically, than all four Generals in current existence combined, so it may seem a form of handicap was apparent. The problem was... "All in his kinseth mindset." ...Lind seethes a notch higher with.

"Mi scusi..." ...Eihwa floated near, her waist 'at' Lind's current standing height of both physical, and displeasure... "...but is he being given the 'right' chance, to realize what he is doing?"

"He knows." Lind reflects, with a grind of her hands, on her Axe, still across her back shoulders. Eihwa cocks her head to counter. "But possibly not enough, to settle his mind with." ...such the subject, wasn't involving Imladris's usual freaked out mindset, all too Clarion, to all else witnessing. Lind responded back with... "Then he must want to know. I don't want to first. Not with what we know now, before the cusp of present."

"We're being too cryptic." Eihwa snap judges.

"Wiser of us all present."

Lind's pronouncement, lost the crack of a smile intended, when a force erupted before them all. Eihwa gasped, more than a few Orbs FLOWN back, as...

... ... ...

'- I... don't know if a like wants such comparison unto... -' ...an anchor in another galaxy commented.

A terrible sight, only seen once before, of that dark dome of demonic akin gravity, obliterating nominal sight, in favor of the terrified. It stopped an entire world once. Forced a Creator to intervene at the last. Almost akin the same, now upon Holy ground, as a moment of lost control of the Beast within, just snap control of the out of control!

No telling, how many roses were obliterated, when a Dark Lord espoused... "- Do not impugn me, to be 'that' WEAK! -"

Orb aided detail of sight, saw the obvious, in that reactive moment. The same that a suddenly in control Dark Lord burst out with, an Angel iconic to match.

Both outright CRUSHED under, with spells of Fire, Water, and Earth!

"Then act like a God! Bless it all!"

'- Was that a curse? Odd. -' ...a Spaffa Orb-anchor cracks out, to a stunned viewership.

... ... ...

Imladris, at the center of a severely intense, all but nuclear akin infernal of spell power, is forced to reassert control, over the Dark Lord, and for once (at the moment,) does so with a clear mind! Arms and wings (and all else attached) revert to the 'light' equation of the Lord Knight, spell infused of... ": Cast Singularity of Pall, crushed to steal the thunder of Spell Might, into the Wisdom only meant for Entropy! :" ...as the active gravity spell dome, SMACKS down to a Singularity, to abscond all the erupting spell energon, just as swiftly! Imladris however doesn't even get time to take a breath, meant to steady certainly by, before Frode THUNDERS upon him again, the weapon of Axe and Words, equal merit here!

"You are not measuring up Pup!" ...that Imladris swipes away with his blade with, the offending Axe blunted off. Too open for the follow up, as Jora uses both 'weapons'... "I am not on a platter here!" ...to another rose inducing carnage, as many of the roses were quite thorn imbued. All those crashes were leaving all those 'weird' bloodied effects, upon a 'Knight's facade, before they healed of frightening pace. Imladris in turn tumbled to attempt space of breath.

A cage of ultra-pure water awaited, shocking a 'Knight' of the wordless empowerment behind it! Imladris didn't realize to do more, than react to the 'cage' conventionally, as Ishara echoes through a spell voice, in absentia of the triggered spell... ": You don't trust us very well Tyr-kun! :" ...that Imladris wordlessly grits at, then just before the cage gains a friction to actually 'ignite' upon atomically, Imladris snaps out of a spell, a SERIOUSLY scalded palm upon the hurricane 'speed' cage, that was rising further tempo...! ": Give a grave will of gravity, to the situation for my Shards of discontent! :" ...as Slivers of Incarnum, suddenly stab out, as the Wings of Evolution, deliberately shred through the cage! The disrupted 'cage' then have Incarnum shards stab into it, 'each' infused of intense gravity suffused, that conduct the same effect as the prior Singularity spell!

Ishara has none of it. ": You. Don't. Trust. ME?! :" ...and does something impossible to the witnessing eye. Energy within the Slivers, all that stolen energy, is cascaded OUT of control, into multitudes of atomic scale RUPTURES! "ACK!" Is all Imladris has time for, before he FORCABLY funnels the cascade, through a wordlessly charged funnel of gravity, that lens effects the Supernova scale detonation, into a confined beam that shoots dead straight up, into a tower of Iconic light! Imladris however is too focused to save everything he holds dear, to realize to stop in time, three Celestials arrayed in triad around him, with FULL power spells ready to discharge. Imladris just realizes this in time, to SEE the three spells 'being' discharged, Imladris SNAPPING out... ": Are you insane?! :" ...that of looks on Frode's, Ishara's and Jora's faces, look 'too' calm to suggest otherwise.

It's ALL that could be further witnessed, when Armageddon unleashes, that mortal viewers watching, of various formats, could bear to witness of ill most not wanted!

The Celestial equations bearing witness, see all too well, their 'children' below then next witness, as the anew dome of fast approaching Armageddon immolation, that Lind and Eihwa seem to be about to embrace with calm aplomb, then in fluid, mutant like reaction, warbles suddenly, and SHOOTS all right back, towards the point of ignition! To be certain, as measured sensors from the Orbs would attribute, further from Alliance monitor units later, that 3.2 seconds passed (sect-cyclone also,) from enforced tower aflame, Armageddon triggered, and then right back to a scene that then reverts, to a scene of focus, as if target, and three assailants (four actually,) are unharmed!

To be certain, Imladris was quite scalded looking, and his teeth keenly polished in the BROAD scope, as the three of the Assault, (okay, four,) note Imladris has his left hand, arm, all, extended of prior, the same of Evolution's Wing, as the 'right' of both equations, behold a 'grip'...

"Singolarita Perla." Eihwa announces for wordless others. Lind however isn't smiling of sight. (Don't ask of how many facades, have what range of emotions to behold.) This as the ethereal 'beauty' of Hild ordered creation, flares of energon, from what it was just used for.

Mind to consider further, dies more than everything else near had all right to so be, when Imladris suddenly senses... "NO WAI... ARGHH!" ...as three fists just DECK Knight and Angel, to more rose trauma.

"How dare you not trust us, for our given part!" Ishara entirely snaps in anger! A heard query, equal to accusation., that Imladris flips to a repetition of stance, to attempt defence with! Imladris just snaps back! "Is that new kith, behind ALL your current insanity?!"

Ishara just smirks... if it's a proper kind to give. Some versions, just downright venomous. A halted tic back from that kind, here... "She finds your conduct, equally appalling... mortal." ...which became the 'first' clue that Imladris's shattered mind, realized 'to' realize, to latch onto... His first guesstimation back... "Are you all serious!?"

Frode next, as Imladris grabs a prompt punch thrust, aimed at those shiny teeth of bared angst growing. Frode's arm is jerked back up, at a cocked angle, Frode demanding... "I will accept no less, for no moment longer!" ...as Imladris 'seems' to learn better, to make martial motions, basic, but SEVERE in speed, of Jora and Ishara upon both sides again, as it takes a godly speed, to block thrusts to the midsection, from both fems, and then a double palm follow up from Frode, that probably was meant to decapitate Immy's jawbone, from his head, utterly, whit to Imlade then (more ungodly speed of the 'expected' kind,) thrusts both elbows out to counter the 'same' spin move of prior, by both Valkyries, that Imladris gets his next clarion moment from!

Imladris freaks in fear of more than himself, as he spot flies back... "Tessa!" ...and in elvish equal response from three PEEVED in kind... "N'uma!" ...and a REPEAT cycle of what led to a 'second' Armageddon annihilation, EXPLODES upon the hapless Knight alone!

The same Singularity Pearl saves once more, that a moment later, three testing assailants, watch as the Dark Lord takes a 'turn' again, as the Animal then focuses the Pearl at the three... (rather calm looking bunch, aimed at...) ..as the Beast snarls... "- Push back with my Malice! -" ...that causes the Pearl to aim a gamma ray focus burst, AT the trio! It's WRENCHED back in sudden response, as the Knight 'wrests' back... " - Stop that! -" ...as a fantastic effect results, of the actual beam blast of void and lavender energon, is bent back, by a POWERFUL wrench of gravity, one that 'Imladris' sees the three 'watching' have their respective celestial cloth tailings, act of the same gravitational pull! Imladris freaks a pulse of further control, to stop this, and pays for that, as Frode just snarls! ": That Animal, cannot beat US! Just you alone! :" ...and ignites an immolating 'solar' akin flare, that engulfs Imladris's body!

Not that the follow up of a water charged 'bind' spell, helps zilch, unto a pure vice of agony, most vocal of the target (still self affinity,) mortal, before Jora just lets loose by HAMMERING Imladris, with a sudden bent column, of massive embedded stone, as a 'pull' of her arms, acts all of a sledge hammer, here of similarity, the 'handle' is invisible, and 'that' is the fulcrum of an entire unbroken arch of rock, that slams out from the rose laden ground, to the effect as said, to a hapless 'Knight'!

A devastated pall of dust, clouds over the scene, as a moment of eerie calm settles.

Takes the Orbs a good moment, (and all frayed nerves attached,) to also settle, as...

... ... ...

'- What... what is going... on...? -'

The Orb images, pan and switch, between the present particulars. This as none of the celestials, seem to move... except for... '- Why are they... shaking their heads? Don't they realize... that... -'

...and then the stillness 'shifts', as in all too slow seeming order, faster to the realizing eye, the 'arch' of earthen stone, is toppled over, to the 'right' of the remaining collective watching, upon the scene.

'- Dear Trees... the... the hole is melting... but... how... how did he...?! -'

...a Tested...

... ... ...

"Why do I try to trust, any of you..." ...Takano said all too well.

"Well..." ...Keiichi seemed better fit to respond. A mother (said here,) almost lost trust in a son, upon ever a moment. All 'eyes' saw well enough of where comedy was needed...

... ... ...

Doubled to his hands and knees. All manner of injury to the eye, healing upon a beleaguered... soul... armor cracked and 'repairing', the right hand ground still into a 'melted' ground of cooling grass, seethed of whispers of the Pearl, nabbing at the ground, where it was touching, as the 'holding' hand, was recovering, alike the rest of the body. Ripples of energon, 'representing' within the... 'Knight', flow about upon the armor seen, not unlike a frothing tide, trying to calm down, of a retreating sea of storm. It isn't noticed by the Tested, that the breath, and the heart same, of a calm not shared, by a mind, roiling 'of' a raging storm, all its own. Confusion be the cause, and that alone. Only because clarification here, terrorized the Tested.

He 'did' try to steel himself with... "Well... you... you guys know how to treat... a... guy..." ...as he acted of being exhausted. Something 'else' unrealizing of mind alone. To... ever be certain, smiles 'were' to be had. A light laugh or giggle, framed further within.

It was pure, steel wrought, inbred of centuries military demeanor, that kept a cold lid such reactions. It was said in Heaven, that a rare in utter rare for Iconic, that a family existed as the iconic example of a military family, for Heaven to enjoy. The problem was, enjoy could only truly be had, by those that knew the Joy of Battle. Most times made that, hard to partake in truly a part, of what was apart here.

In the moment to be had next, a stiff boot, stepped forth, crackling some of the glazed ground beneath the roses. Imladris for a split moment, noticed at last, that the roses were still there. And then upon his own spot of recovery 'and' entrapment (of several forms,) that more white roses, were beginning to grow back upon the shattered spot, that was healing equally quickly.

"You're not giving us the same honor." ...as Imladris blinks, before his cape collar, at the back nape, is grasped in full force, and before feeling can register, it's lost upon the impact his backside feels, unto a solidity his back lain imprinted upon...

"You continue dishonor us, by this act of weakness!" ...Frode chooses to say, changing registration of focus, as Imladris shakes at his head to see clearly, as the sets of eyes lain back at him, are like one austere emotion of disgust! And such to complain a wail against... "Have you three LOST it all?! What bequeaths you unto this ferocity?!"

"You choose to forget too divine well, Master." ...which makes Imladris blink. "Eh? Ishara?!" ...as it was the said Medical divinity, that espoused words, rather of Frode instead! Squeaky wheels further induced, as Jora imparts..." ...I should be so easily overpowered. Yet... yet..." ...Jora is just IMMOLATED of anger, pure and raw, that Imladris sees (and 'sees',) no darkness within. Just the kind Wrath find's it's flame, flickered from. It's not that, that Imladris finds shock value from. The dribbling tears do that, terrifying enough.

He only thought of running, at that moment, because of how useless an act it would be. Especially 'not' for what... "...this isn't what I sought." ...truly. Imladris even tried to look past the trio, to where Lind was. He felt her there. Seeing however was deliberately interceded, even on 'that' chord, by how the three situated themselves, the same he felt his body 'and' soul cornered! The pressure of it all, was suddenly a vice, the 'Knight' truly wasn't anticipating to happen! This as he then reactively feels with his hands, upon the surface that...

...not too unlike brail, was how his blind, moving hands 'felt' the Intracellic code, upon a sheer white in white surface, that reactively 'told' him, what he lain upon. Such he then instinctively looks up, at vista of the eye, to see the platinum gloss of an effidice, that existed of a purpose, for one that was lost to all of Heaven...

'...when Tyr... died... but... no wait... I... I... he...? I... I?' ...such he lost feeling in a 'lot' of things, not helped by the enforced trauma, that exceeded even that, when he looked back down...

...they 'all' were crying? No... not full blown such... but that dear precipice, all the while trying like Heaven to maintain demeanor, of obvious prior. Imladris shook of death itself then... He babbled into his mush mind. '...but... I... I'm here. I... I am... he... no I... and he... he... he? ...I? ...he I? I... he...?' ..as his mind couldn't comprehend the 'kind' of tears, he was witnessing. Worse the kind of not seeing, from two closer goddesses of the heart, that were breaking theirs, against their will...

...or... Imladris realized... maybe... '...happy... or sad... a... a choice? And... all of this a...'

More than a maybe. He started to get the gist, of how complicated it all... all of it... was of Tyr... "...how it all really is. Dear Almighty..." ...before he gulped and stabbed out at... "Frode! How did I die!" ...such that caused Frode to look hollow in kind back.

And then an Axe is EMBEDDED into the white in white surface, right above Immy's right shoulder! Imlade... "Ayi... yi yi!" ...ala wide of eye. Gee...

"To ask for something SO vile!" ...Frode imparted, for his part. Ishara and Jora were looking between the two, as Imladris stated. "I... I think I know... what you want... here. But I'm blind to certain things."

"That... you should learn, on your own." ...Frode all but snarls back.

"Your level of trust..." ...Imladris hazards back, Frode stunned by the admission... "...that I don't know, like I should. I feel it, in all of this. That much, isn't abstract here."

"Battling you, to awaken by..." ...Frode admits of a vocal cracking... "...would be easier to endure by."

"I was 'never', about 'easy' bub." Imladris states, the earlier uncertainty spree, far to certain in tone now. Worse to a further tone that Imladris strikes with, that just roils at Frode's emotions, such Imladris hold out his gauntleted right hand, his blue diamond blade dropped in favor of it. "And I need to trust in you with that. To continue on without here, will be bereft of that trust, you three want me to embellish upon you each here." ...before he amends a nod down at... "...and a fourth to trust in immediate company, in fact to add."

"I hate this feeling." Ishara openly admits, as Jora 'now' admits... "Assailed of my heart, this now is."

"Only..." Frode stammers, steeling himself to offer 'his' hand symbolically, that freezes Ishara's encoded soul, "...for the truth, you are lacking us with, Dare I Do this unto you."

Imladris nods, but as Frode automatically receives Permission, for the specific File Access of note, and prepares the worst format of file transfer, another could ever endure, Frode then leaps off 'his' precipice, and announces in a helpless whisper... ": I'm sorry. :" ...to grasp Imladris's hand with.

And quite all unintended, comes a key part of the puzzle of Tyr... Frode's held shard...

...from that one Terrible Day...

... ... ...

"Excuse my Auspice, for a terrible moment." ...comes from one of the witnessing, as the rest of the peanut gallery of the expanded Temple grounds, look in shock in time, as...

"D... dear?" ...Frig nearest, feels a Mighty hand missing, to hold on to. Such would be dearly missed here.

... ... ...

... ... ...

At the Apex of Invasion...

She watched as her work was finally taking form. Now that all the interlopers had been driven from their duty stations, she could finally conduct her true attack, of which would ruin the World Tree and it's true reason for existence, as the Ragnarok Program was unleashed.

All about her Progenitor form, the illogical paradox of her format, swirled endless ash about her, as not unlike a singularity, as such of actual natural form, took in all matter that is grabbed from the cosmos. This format here, was of endless ash that created an actual accretion disk, that glowed of bright burning gray ash. Endless ash, as it swirled and created actual ejection 'poles', also as if the gravity of the singularity was ejecting overcharged cosmic rays. This format however, had Her Will's own code, reaching out, and stabbing into everything in the Hub, that it could. Only the actual Intracel Core 'tree' was untouched, and She knew why.

Voluspa watched as Her formal Eternal plan was finally coming true at last.

Such that She waited for Him to come and stop Her, as Code ever dictated. That however became the cusp, where... ": Sight... my Sight... :" ...She suddenly noted of a 'lack' of something, she ALWAYS expected a connection unto!

": You know why. :" ...comes the expected voice. That was the viewpoint, to the left where 'another' was watching, Voluspa decried... ": I know the time of the Crime, now is to be paid, all ASUNDER! ALL OF IT! :"

The 'viewpoint' watching, gained a 'second' viewpoint, as... "There she is Master!" ...as a SEETHE hissed at the 'eyes', of the voice that engendered the current 'memory' at play! And then a 'third' viewpoint, as sight of the physical matter of the Hub, flickers more and more... "She must stop! Existence doesn't deserve this! You know it Gaea!" ...that the 'next' voice decries... ": Svahn! :"

Then the illogical paradox of the Enemy, raises a howling tendril of ashen matter. It glows fiercely, as sounds of gasps, stab all around, of more 'places' than first realized. What is in it that conducted so, has the scream of the Present in its wake. This as 'scene' seems to add a phased 'flicker' of a place, not yet played out in time's proper sequence. The same playing out as is. The same all since past, now sees at once.

": I... -everything askew- ...with this... -like a TV screen of static, in seeable form physical...- ...NOW IT ALL ENDS! :"

"How can it all Exist, at once?" ...a notable voice of a young Frode denotes. This as a mind 'watching' knows another is fighting for Heaven, at 'that' objective moment, as well! A Mighty Voice declares... ": Because 'We' do, here, as of every other now that comes, and goes. :"

": PLEASE DON'T DO IT! :" ...of a myriad of voices... ones a familiar, as the time frames they come from, directed at, as 'all' then react as a flicker of 'sight' then sees... a Creator stabbed through? ...he stabbed through? The vision of it, upon him? No... her of him upon...

So much was happening, in one Final moment... one voice cries... ": I waited to free you from your Crime... :"

But it's the same Seer voice... ": You cannot deny... NO! What dare you do to me! :"

A drowning trove of voices clamoring 'PLEASE DON'T DO IT!' keep warbling and swimming and cursing and agonizing...

His soul began to break, on seeing... ": My Friend... :" ...decried... calm... realizing... knowing...

...choosing... the 'static' of the moment, all of those moments, and one that remains enacted, 'looks' down to see a hand, in the glow of a Progenitor... seeing something 'after' to ever be thankful for, being 'created' by the very thing, that was made to defend that which creates, even so chained in a way that has no bonds. Seeing was the curse that the 'sight' now witnesses, as a glow exists between them...

Sight altered, begun at the page turned, breath realized to ever happen, because eyes 'see' at a moment, where only three Beings could 'see' their own eyes, from whence they ever belonged.

": I know a proper way then. :" ...as a choice is made, as untold 'old' eyes, see back at chosen eyes wanted, that were in the 'proper' places in time to see them. And then the choice is made against the clamor of shouted tears, of chosen Sacrifice. The eyes engendering that witnessing, hear a truly Special song, that only plays against the howl of Invasion's defeat. Finding 'whom' where each eye set belong, what point in time, too much more, just loses meaning when he knows, he has shattered his soul, beyond salvage as ever past known!

Something in the 'eye' given, that remains, sees the soul shattering result, both objective, and personal to anguish. Time cares now, as much as places linear and conventional, where 'all' of them went.

It all feels so dark, after it, seeing Svahn 'shatter' in another format, that a Father would know one day truly why.

"I thank you." ...as a pure sounding tone, comes from a Mighty voice, lent low 'to' the Sacrifice chosen.

"Father?" ...it was heard of Frode's tone, a 'conventional' sense beginning to make sense to 'have' sense anchor off of. Too stunned to note things, such as heavenly code, or just one's own breath, so meaningless to breath with. Eye tries to look at where Svahn is, and sees none there to...

": My Friend does well... :" ...that Frode, continues of 'shown' third person viewpoint, then 'senses' of a thing, not yet come to pass. And off that, too realizing, more and more, of what just was lost to him. This before Frode's eye then sees a held 'glow' of rubicon, in Almighty's cupped hands.

": The torture of your Silence, upon this transpire... :" ...this a young Frode feels in telling, before an 'addition' of what he would equally deride and cry joyous pride from, 'next' comes to pass, as Frode 'feels' the Fall of a Knight. A Young 'and' old Councilor, the same of Apprentice 'still' at that realizing moment of tragedy, as Almighty... ": ...begins now. And then ends now. :" ...this as a multitude of 'eyes' then look 'at' the one fully watching 'through' Frode's 'then' still too young eyes of celestial, unto the further soul within 'them'!

A raw dump of packeted, and mind TRAUMA inducing data, 'skips' past Frode. The pain from the given 'apple', holds off in time, for 'mutual' eyes to see Almighty then turn, 'countless' versions all walking the same path, to leave the Hub from, to prepare for all those Ages, where each Sacrifice, was experienced by each 'event' in turn, and Frode watching, could only endure thankfully, in 'one' timeframe, to endure the Curse by. Such Frode could not from 'that' moment on, utter 'Tyr', openly.

Not until...

... ... ...

... ... ...

"RAAGHHHCAKK!" ...Imladris suddenly is SLAMMED back with, gouging is entire body into the pedestal behind him!

Such that all transpired, causes Frode to break hand hold, stumbling to a sudden reaction by Ishara and Jora, to lunge at Frode in panic with! "DEAR! / DAD!"

... ... ...

"What just happened?!" ...Keiichi yelps about a split second after they all saw Almighty 'flicker' and then reformat, at the same moment they 'see' Imladris react, about a moment after he took Frode's given hand! All those witnessing minds of the link, trying to grasp for an idea, through the deliberate confusion, then hear... ": A new Day has come. :" ...this adding only more confusion.

"That's why you didn't let us..." ...Hild hollows out, not in her nominal tone either, as Frigurina has to take a step 'away' from her Creator, and Love.

And then good thing they had 'that' next, to distract the rest of them from... "Oh geeze..." ...ala Sora looking rather pale.

... ... ...

"Fine... quite..." Frode offers, as Ishara and Jora hold him up at the arms, before they three look back at a stumbling, head grasping Imladris, whom just shakes at his head violently! "Too much! Arragh! Too much! STOPITPLEASESTOP..." ...the shouting halting, at the end of a BRUTAL looking uppercut, delivered by a snap, flaring into view Lind, as she CRUSHES her fist, up into Imladris's chin!

That leaves Ishara to react to... "Look out!" ...as she and Jora fly Frode back, just as Imladris is literally punched, 'up' into the Statue of Tyr! Further notion to look, of Jora's part, is of seeing both Twins of Mint, also out, akin of the same aided punching motion, causing a immense force in reaction, that had Imladris's body, shatter the full statue, of platinum crystal! The entire MASSIVE statue, all essentially explodes from the sudden impact, an icy 'smoke' showing where the statue shatters, and quickly is shattering further, strewing debris further and further, akin of massive buildings collapsing!

Lind starts hovering backwards, seeing of 'detail' where she desires noted, as a elongated clamor and crash-shatter-clang of church bell like shattering statue pieces, are cascading down, for a good minute plus!

By the time Frode realizes fully again, he as much as 'any' then hear... "There you go Sis, destroying another hero's statue."

Lind quips, more comical in the abstract, than her austere tone imparts... "Statues are for the dead, over the honored and ego driven."

"So familiar." Frode relents, that eyes 'look' back with, as Ishara nods... "He... is indeed better off, in the here and now. Not the past now bereft for the anew present."

"When he realizes..." Lind states, awaiting 'what' she was waiting for, all along, of this fracas. Which Jora amends... "...as long as your touch was just right."

"What else, would set him straight and true." Ishara realizes, seeing the rubble carnage continue cascade...

... ...

...that started the same, as his body was bouncing into, and through as he caused in impact shatter, the statue that no longer would be. All of it progressing expedite, shards of crystalline dust and debris, clouds of it, raining all about him, as at about the point he starts dropping towards a nominally terminal landfall, more various sized statue debris, cascading all about him in ugly crashes replete, he just realizes into his him...

'I had that one coming.' ...before he too slams into the ground below. It takes a good couple of minutes for the largest crystalline impacts, to settle into a fine falling 'dust'.

Lain of an invalid, a mortal just 'settles' his mind finally, and realizes where to 'have' his mind next.

Far within...

... ...

...where the shards meet again.

"{ Are we finished, acting so impotent here!? }"

"Sheesh, can't we take a little beating, without overreacting?"

"{ Watch it 'tyke'! }"

"Don't bother 'beastie'. I stopped being scared long ago" ...a 'child' facet, just ensures that the Dark Lord shard, just settles in, for the matter at hand. This as the 'kid' looks at... "Your wings okay Evo-bub?" ...as Evolution flaps his wings, as he 'uses' the Tyke facet, to operate off of. This they all then look at... "{ What dare we ask, occurred just now? }"

"- Temporal narcosis. -" ...an 'Incarnum' shard, replies back. A Holia facet just holds at his over gleaming head. ": Thought everything just endured, was too cursed with temporal nuttiness.:"

"And this?" ...as the Tyke shard, holds a 'slate' of about palm size, not unlike a mere floor tile, white agleam, fringed with rubicon pulsating energon. The Incarnum shard asserted. "- Our missing key. -"

"{ Key to what? To grow a pair finally? }" ...the other present shards, shaking their phantasmagorical melons. Holia shard just shrugs. ": That is their point. Took that last love tap to realize it. :" ...this, the other shards, and 'more' hear, as proscribed... ": All of them combined to 'see' the point, really. All we have gone through, with all that Test of... us... stuff. And why proposing on our knees, is not what 'we' should have done. :"

"{ A proper sense of our true worth then, Finally. }" ...a.. (yeah, all of dem naked,) crossed arms Dark Lord espouses, though Incarnum shard reminds. "- The true measure of what we choose to decide to be, will be how all we just begotten, of this memory trove of Tyr, will be utilized now. -"

"With a needless headache to boot. Thanks Big Boss Guy." ...Tyke shard shakes his head clear, from the possible Alpha/Omega download of all time, with an easing migraine to boot.

": Maybe that pain, is nothing to what the pain of loss was, from the Sacrifice. :"

"{ And hence how much of badly they truly want us back. Stop crying that river to cresting, already. }"

": But crying can be manly, if it's the right kind. :"

"- Off subject here. -" Incarnum just 'agrees' with Soth shard (ala Dark Lord.)

"And more on the differing same, I 'do' know all of this..." ...Tyke notes, as the tile aforementioned, is one of a strange scene ethereal, of seemingly endless trillions of these 'tiles' arrayed in endless helixes of encoded data. Holia just commented. ": Wonder if this is how we originally thought. :" ...and 'all' facets, suddenly in reaction, remark in 'one' voice. The tone of the 'owner' of this ethereal soul scene. "This indeed is us... this is I... such they all want. Such we will bequeath unto them all. It's time to act of all better, this way."

And then mind remarks to himself. "And by my first proper choice. We shalt..."

... ...

They waited for a bit for a sign of movement. Jora wondered for a 'halting' moment... (0.84589893455 sect-cyclons,) if her Sister 'did' kill him. 'The statue 'was' sundered, and all.'

...but then they all see (with Ishara aiding 'another' set of eyes,)

"Hmm..." ...Lind 'notes', of the raised arm that pops up, over a flat lying 'plate' of a statue shard, one some seventy meters long, the raised arm, at one broken end of it. The arm is joined by a second gauntleted arm, as a left hand of diamond celestial armor encased, raggedly yanks off of the right gauntlet, to free sight of the hand underneath.

Eyes focus on the technologically regrown hand, as its owner, just looks up wordlessly at it. A mindless symbology, that seems to help assert, how the owner regards himself.

Of afar, Imladris does this, as the first act, to then impart... "Thanks a lot buddy." ...as his mind flickers images, of the First Life mortal, that lent that life, unto this journey. That old page a part, now being turned. All so said to 'that' version, of himself, as Imladris realizes... 'Can't be a mortal anymore. Well... it was fun, while that part lasted. I guess too conventional added.'

The last thought of the 'mortal', an image of the broken carcass, that engendered the 'chance', all knowingly nabbed at. 'Wonder if Tyr... me then, of then, would have Wished to be a Knight of Heaven. That is... if 'he' died back then... that... one...' ...the word Sacrifice halts on his tongue. He 'could' know, and a moment later, did know in 'asking' himself of it. The answer to Tyr unto himself, in kind.

'He chose to protect, in his own way. That journey, was all his. Now it is mine. I choose Tyr, unto Imladris, as the Knight that I chose to be.' ...as he then smacks down his arm, into the regrown 'weed' like white roses, that his hand grasps at the thorns at, then down into the soil underneath. A good grasp of the soil, and a knead of it, in his bare hand.

'It all feels the same to me. I guess I can think that way still too.'

He 'dropped' the soil, and then moved to sit up by waist movement alone, before adopting a relaxed pose, his right arm on same of knee, to look at his sooty right palm. He then clenches the hand. Takes a stiff breath, and a deciding nod.

"Imladris of Tyr, by whatever unknown mortal name to yet add, inclusive, I shalt 'now' be." ...which he then moves to stand up with, his body seen only waist up, from a family afar, before a wordless gravity spell, is used to project a spell field from the still bare right hand, to flip toss the gargantuan statue shard, off behind to a resounding crunch, that seriously induced a growing glee, from the watching Valkyrium staring, before Imladris then stops, and makes all odd ball like, by 'remembering' to then look back somewhere behind him, and 'retrieve' his Morphemic blade, and dropped gauntlet, done in Force akin fashion. Acted of a mindless goofball, that quite knows what he's quite doing.

"That..." ...Frode openly professes without fail. "...is my true Master."

"Finally perhaps?" ...Jora asks, as a rise in anticipation becomes palatable! The same for her Axe.

"Relish it, if it all matches memory." ...Ishara espouses, rubbing at her own Axe shaft, stiffening the code skin of her hands, for that to come.

"I await better than that." Lind whispers out, her austere manner almost shattered with her own anticipation.

"We're screwed." ...Frode just pasted, making the other Valkyries look back, as an old Vakil sees a series of swipes of a prized blue diamond blade, before a double grasp of weapon of Tyr, is then set at the ready, along with the owner.

"So short a time, to get the proper result." Lind judges, adopting a sterile manner, in sight response. "And still I wait."

"Not for long!" Jora decides to ERUPT at the Family Favor foe, have at with! Such that Jora is the first to see, that a Tested, is utterly different now! Such that the split second that Jora reaches to attack, that she is in turn dearly swatted away, by the mere 'force' of an arm, not even truly made of the same motion! Such is the enforced power of sheer momentum, that blunts off Jora's entire attack, to a long, low skid of her kneeling posture!

"Perhaps." ...comes in far off 'in close' tone, of Lind, such directed at one that then notes Jora make assault upon him anew! Jora reaches, and is remorselessly grabbed at the right hand, at the held Axe shaft, and CRUSHED into the ground, afore him! Jora rebounds back up, looking dearly disheveled now, as she grunts to spring forth, for a dire Axe swipe! Such is the finding of her weapon, SMACKED out of her hands, on the quintuple-time, by a single parry of Morphemic, upon it! The Axe quickly dissuaded off to her left, as she then slams her arms at the open palm, together, and summons... ": Have at thee, of the Earth bite! :" ...and a sudden snaking of earthen 'teeth', suddenly spring out from all around Tyr, as of a mouth like trap of teeth, to impale the god dead through with!

All impossibility of such happening, made moreso, when a 'lensed' bubble of perfectly controlled, singularity akin energon, pops into place, and absorbs the attack completely, as if the rock was akin of water, to a sponge under vacuum! That one impresses a battle hardened Valkyrie of the dimensions... "Wow..." ...she warbles out, a split moment too long, as Imladris cocks his head to the left, and then Jora sees too late, Singularity Pearl to her left of vision. Too late to avoid a gamma ray burst that sends her quite screaming back at the Family, whence she started!

Ishara sure looked worried, as Jora soon leans back up, smudged and singed. "EeYAh... dAT oNe GOt mE GoODy..." ...to a plop back down for a moment on her backside! Frode is sure blinking, as Lind cracks more of a smirk growing...

"That Ner..." ...a third just grinds back with, as Frode and Lind look on neutrally, as Ishara yanks her Axe at the ready... "A mother's displeasure, I hath!" ...and launches at the Tested. This Imladris watches, as Ishara ZIPS dead in close! Her Axe to his nose!

Ishara then cocks her head, all angsty in spouting... "You expect a mother to relent such treatment, bub?"

A moment that eyes, filled of glowing rubicon, then mesh into nominal eyes of the old, before an Incarnum wash, wipes about them. Ishara then hears... "Those that decide to bring their young, into the school, that has no true lesson to give, know thine consequences to not decry detention of."

Ishara strangely, despite trying to hold the angst, also warbles out a coy display of reminiscence. Her face shows of this appeased reflection, in crooning out... "I feel young again." ...before she then motions... "...though a mother still objects!" ...with a hard swipe of her Axe now! Tyr parlays this into a three spar exchange, unto a blunted slash-off that Ishara full body spins, one spin of her using her own mane to swipe at Tyr with, caught at the nose, and 'bleeding' for a split second, before Ishara then hop skips back into a five part spar exchange!

"You better not be holding back on our account!" Ishara quickly accuses, and gets that tested as Tyr literally 'time jumps', back and forth, in impacting of deliverance, full body elbow and knee SLAMS! A pinball, a mother of Valkyries is endured of, for several of these assaults, before being hip shoves away back towards where Jora ended up! But not before her arms thrust out...! ": Wave of angered pressure, is swath thee with Triton's smite! :" ...that causes a formal globe of water to appear from... well, all seemingly lost in detail, as it crushes unto Imladris, with an internal pressure that...

"Huh..." ...some Family Favor eyes blink, as Lind then looks sidelong, as the Voice of Strategy explains... "...introduced ice element to fuel an otherwise absent water spell, that then proceeds to apply water pressures, to then form Ice VII at the core, which would have been less than pleasant to endure." ...as he leans on Lind's right shoulder. This as Imlade accuses... "Course there was enough water vapor from the roses to get about half the water needed here... wonder why the rest." ...that Lind betrays too much of a smirk with.

...and a Father just flat out BLARES in... "No freshness without my approval!" ...at the fist! Lind sees where Frode enforces his assertions, such where Tyr slides back from, as hearing then denotes Jora... "Can you believe how direct he is? Of all the..." ...this Ishara replies back to her equally disheveled sibling... "All to know once... and now in fact, of what your Father endures."

And then a new explosion, makes the triad (and more,) look, Ishara amending, as the immolation lasts a split second, before blasted away, with an Incarnum 'wind' burst! "And now more."

Frode levels that in, as vicious and fast a series of assaults, that he can muster, as Imladris matches it with 'equal' parley! By hand, fist, head butt, and words of... "Do we finally get to know you, for all you are expected to grace us of given Gifts?!" Frode demands of query, a flurry of marital motions of the fist, in midst of those words, that level in with an accompanying master punch... "Show me a miracle be of spell worthy!"

...with the punch taken with hand welting merit, responded with a vein 'better' for Frode to hear. "Did not ye do that, by being a god a part of the mystery of bringing life, into the Existence I hail?" ...this Frode freezes in hearing, before being pushed back amicably, Tyr offering in a tone that hits harder, than no punch ever could. "Ye, a god, one of the few such in Heaven amongst goddess flowers, that gave the miracle a chance, beyond that nominal for our Mutual Creator?" ...this Imladris nods his head towards... "And now one such miracle, I wish a dear part of now."

That begot a good SMACK to the chin, that stumbles Imladris back, from a retorting Mother of a mentioned Valkyrie, as Ishara looks back from a chin rubbing/head shaking Tyr... "Dear!" ...that startles Frode into looking at her... "Wha.. what?" ...before Ishara chastises back... "Are you going to let him talk about our Daughter, that way?!"

And then Jora's zipping form... "Don't be that fresh, with my Sister!" ..that Jora ENGORGES all her might, into sparring unto a... laughing...? Tyr? This Ishara looks back at... "That's not funny Ner!" ...and yank-pulls her Axe back into hand from nearby ground! "DEAR!"

Frode: "Yes love?"

Ishara: "Attack!"

Frode: "Right!" ...one could hear a whip sound there.

Slashing and clashing ones, come back as Frode and Ishara +1 each join unto Jora's blistering assault, that sees their prime foe, match tempo with, a flurry of a three on one spar, that seems to only billow more laughter, in its wake! Why this only lasts for a good two minute and thirty-seven second spiel, only comes as another voice asks of... "So when do you wish to join the battle?" ...said of Italia inflection.

"I know the time coming. He's measuring his now." Lind asserts softly, as Eihwa looks over off the left, and then just annoys the General with. "If that means you wish more time alone with me, for your family to enjoy him, and all."

Lind just flusters back... "Oh just go ferment yourself, milk maid." ...that Eihwa just teases back, with pokes at her arm, that leads to a riled (and impromptu,) Angel tickle fracas portion of a Triple Challenge, one with yelping voices that suddenly cause a halt to the three on one fracas, that Jora (one of the really disheveled and joy blaring,) dryly retorts out... "Jeeze Lind. Act your Rank." ...that Lind hears enough, to shove off Eihwa finally with, before Eihwa just zips back onto her, with both Mints out and aiding in keeping Eihwa off of Lind, with all FORCE!

"You hath something new to partake in." Frode quips, before Imladris blinks in seeing three Family Favor facades 'look' at him, Tyr of Imladris 'quite' yelping back all girly like. "Like I had 'anything' to truly do with that? Beyond... well..." ...the 'word' shards falls off of mind, other related images belayed. It is assisted there when Ishara stomps over and just comically STOMPS Imladris's right foot! The anew god proves he feels pain keenly enough, by face alone, as Ishara... "Have merit of responsibility then, of it, and nonetheless!"

"IF that merit is of proper trigger then." ...this Imladris then 'notes' Frode and Jora are suddenly of attack motions, split so done, placing the Knight God of a Galaxy, into a triad quandary, that only a true High God could view, upon time itself slowed to direct effect. This as he also notes Ishara's fight fist, is on the upper cut, a cock of Imladris's eye, that the fist is 'encased' in a dense water globe, aimed at his chin.

And to start of counter... "I thank ye. Dreamily I do." ...before he ZIPS out of the line of fire, faster than the three assaulting warriors of the Order realize in time... "ACK! WaitwaiwaitSTOP!" ...Ishara and Jora realize a 'tic' faster before Frode already formed a protective shield, to prevent the obvious...

...that catches them 'all' flatfooted, when... "Eh?" Frode blinks, as Singularity Pearl is suddenly in midst, already absorbing the kinetic and spell energies in action!

": Take the bonds of force, and Bind them! Title Power Effect! :" ...as 'that' flares out from absconded energies, a split moment 'after' that, that quickly envelops all three flatfooted beings, in gamma ray energy bands that blare of bright violet energies, that seem more UV oriented, rather than what they are! This as the 'physical' factor of the bondage, isn't mistaken! Nor the yelps of the trapped, that also finally halts the fracas Lind and Eihwa were having!

"Mamma mia!" ...Eihwa more than reacted as expected, as three of the Order now, are plopped into sitting positions, bands of that extravagant level of energy, tying them down effectively. Ishara just blares out with anime sawteeth... "You'll get it, your next birthday, pup!" ...this as Tyr calmly walks past, in between them.

"Well this one has many gifts, bound and neat, already." Imladris quips thusly, this Jora balks back. "Do I look like a present?!"

Lind just makes a head shaking '"Tch..." as Jora has an 'enlightened' bow, pop-placed unto her melon. Imlade is striding away, as Jora goes all goddess-ape, in manic, teeth mashing reaction! "You can't keep us bound forever pal!"

"Long enough." Imladris asserts, as his eye lain on one other. This as the steps measure seventeen long strides, enough time for a Partner of the Soul to emerge, and have all 'proper' sets of eyes, lock gazes, where desired. This all by the time Imladris stops, and acknowledges Eihwa, Evolution unto Test of Purity, with a 'well' knowing nod from a wordless Eihwa, before eye returns lain, to...

"A wait, no longer."

"Oh yes..." ...Lind seethes as she just begins unleashing her PENT up emotions, nodding as she adopts prepping motions with her Axe, as much as Imladris studies the fact that Lind 'then' tosses up her standard Axe, into Spear Mint's hands, just before Lind nabs both additional diamond earrings, off her ears, with a good jerking motion, and flares Diamond Axe into right hand, and Svahn's Axe of Light, that Lind then tosses the latter, into Cool Mint's separate grasp.

"Hmm..." Tyr alludes, this Lind tilts her head, draping her silken steel blue locks, down nape of her neck, and unto her chest. "Scared are we?"

"For only you to hold, of a unique kind." Imladris half grinds back, as much half teases.

"Godere del momento." ...both eye over, just before Eihwa funnel-phases out of sight, all flashy. This Imladris looks back cock-eyed, that Lind just shrugs and remarks... "Her, we deal with later."

The next blinking eye moment, both cherished warriors, royals bequeathed by choice, and celestials 'with' no easy equal to be found, HAVE AT THEE, at the ends of Morphemic and Diamond Axe, the same of the Mint Axes, upon Evolution's choice defence of twin spell globes of 'solid' gravity, for that choice of direct moment! This as Imladris just shakes his head in glee, espousing... "Don't you dare..." ...whit to, Lind just SLAMS her head into his, stumbling him back with... "...hOLd BaCK... dAyhhH..." ...which Lind split reacts into a full force knee to the armored chest! Imladris grimaces by 'all' right, but then surprises Lind with a double thrust of his own right knee, to her chest, with an over arm ala elbow back to her back, doubling her over in slow enough looking motion. (Such the choreograph,) this before Lind then, against all logic of the motion, double flips up her body, to wrap her legs up, into Imlade's head!

Bad thoughts turn to worse when he's then double twirled, to a HARD crash, of 'both' celestial bodies, into a decent sized hole, in reaction! Lind eggs... "Mind the thor... nnnNN!" ...just as the ground ERUPTS in expelled gravity waves, with a stiff uppercut to go along with it, to Lind's chin!

Which she counters with a roundhouse side kick, to his right side, a rib all rights to be broken, if all still conventional.

Which he in turn, under swipes with his entire body, to deliver a full momentum upper slash, that Lind blocks, but is blunted back anyway!

Which she double backs with an air burst that SHEARS the air behind her (and turns a partial statue shard block, into sand, against all logic 'there',) to smack her both unto his, and twirl smack him back into the ground with.

Which he is suddenly already behind her, and delivering an elbow to the back of her head.

Which she already had spun around to upper cut deck him in turn.

Which he SPEEDS off a double back 'temporal' kick of his own, to reach at, then blink phase through Lind, to reach an exposed back, upon his immediate 'return' behind her...

...and she CRUSHES an ice cage upon him, all pointy and blocky, at the same moment she takes the pain unto her back.

...and he absorbs the ice, and then takes a punch in the teeth!

...and she is suddenly frozen in ice and gravity. "Your own medicine to... YIPE!" ...as Tyr sees a 'part' of the block, have a hand hold already on his cape, and drags them both down, to a crash that plants the god, halfway absorbed into the ground! Not a hole made, rather absorbed into it!

Right before Lind shoots in from 'somewhere' of the Heavenly high 'dark' Mausoleum sky above, and KICKS the rest of him, into a 'real' impact hole, akin of how Lind kicked the Angel Eater once. And then she just waylays some pinches into his... wait... are they both smiling?

Goofy ala moment, turns into nigh terrorized, when the hole, and twenty meters of rose laden ground about, all is RAZED in a gravity shear wake, that Lind is repulsed up into the heavenly air with, followed up by a blast beam of Incarnum, from his clasped, open palms! "Hey! Watch the smiling!" ...before he FREAKS a split second, and ZIPS back off near left where the rest of the family is, before 'they', as much as he, blink as Lind already recovered to split arrive at the next blinking moment, to LEVEL him, with three in concert right fists! Lind just snarls... "HAH!" ...and BLARES after her prey!

"Ohhh... she's so happy." ...Ishara relents. Looks goofy happy, saying it too. Frode just drops his head. Jora just snarls... "Gimme out these bonds! I want in! I want in divine it!" ...with manic motions to match!

And then the off camera scene behind them, EXPLODES, tossing the three like toy bowling pins, as things got a 'tad' more serious, as many roses (soon to regenerate. About that later...) are nuclearfied from the impact of Imladris's Holia-Incarnum 'spell punch', that made terminal contact with Lind's Svahn-spell and ice energon charged version!

They both bound out with cute hopping motions, admits a scene that decried any sane 'notion' of anything jolly.

"Look what you did." ...Lind blandly chastises, as much as Imlade just huff-stomps and retorts back comically. "Watch where how 'low' you kick a guy-god already!"

"Not much else use to 'that' yet." ...Lind eggs again, leaning on her Diamond Axe, for a teasing moment. Imladris just shakes his head. And then both in the next blink, CLASH their weapons against each other again, with a terrifying flare! Such the anew dance resumes, with a far more dear tact. Lind really starts letting go, less making parries and ripostes, out of tactics, and more for that ever espoused Joy of Battle, ever heard to an increasingly assured understanding.

Imladris has invariably halted all self consideration of thought, as he makes his own battle upon his chosen love, seeing 'delineation', where honed original skill, and meshed in veins of the First Valkyrie, are applied. Many such applications, that see a General's smile broaden more and more, as much as how brutal each marital choice of skill and stroke of weapon, are used! Such that time to them ceases care for, as much it lengthens of how long the current Spar, now becomes.

"I've lost my daughter to him now." ...a realizing chuckle, as Ishara shakes her head at, the offering voice. "We did. It's your daughter when I say so." ...this Frode gives off a light hearted raspberry. Equally hearted giggling, then is adjoined by a not as so SNARL by a 'left behind' sister, that gives focus to... "There... about... got... okay... that one... and... annnnd.. YES!" ...a snap flare-off as... "YES! I got out!" ...this Jora looks over at her lay looking on parents, and cocks her eye.

"What? I had advanced escape training, this past cycle."

"That's from you." Frode jests simply, Ishara needling in... "Along with pigheadedness." ...this Jora just bellows a chortle at a grumbling father. This as Ishara then jostles... "Common... since..." ...this before another unavoidable to glance at SLAM-BANG-ERUPTION-DETONATION occurs, to the blast value of throwing back their hair styles... "...we might miss out?" ...Ishara changes her intended inflection, in bare teeth reaction.

"You're toying with me Love." ...this as in a healing crater, still aflame and smoldering for a moment, Lind has Imlade pinned down on his back, her glowing Diamond Axe shaft, dead upon his neck! His head half buried into the 'body' impact crater, within the main crater, keeps his neck from being decapitated by the Axe pole shaft, alone! This all while above them, the Mint team and Evolution, are just having at each other, in slobber-knocker righteous action!

To be sure, Lind's voice was 'definitely' sultry to Imlade now. This Tyr gulps... "Not used to this." ...before Imladris just smiles. Lind just 'hmm' murmurs, before she cocks her head, draping her long locks, over his forehead.

"I wonder how much, you truly are now."

Immy blinks. "Ah... not sure just yet how 'compatible' my new soul is now. I... oh dear Kami you... YEEP!" ...as suddenly, the Mints suddenly swirl bound about a stunned Evolution, as they then 'punch' into Imlade's form, to the obvious result on Imladris's eyes! This as Imladris 'warns'... ": You asked for it... wow this is different now too... :" ...as Lind just as reactively, gloms her entire body unto his, in a posture meant for carnal desires! And it looks as deep as...

... ...

'Lind just blinks, the meld scape here, less than what she initially expected.

"It's... a Cadre Training Chamber."

"So it is." ...this Lind looks over, at the meld scape avatar of her love, dressed in a simple smock, this she then realizes to look down upon her own melded self, and sees a simple goddess gown upon of worn. Mints and Evolution absconded to each. This Lind just rolls her eyes and jabs at... "Seeing my unembellished format, would not be a crime here."

"That's not the point here. Later. But not here." Tyr remarks in kind, as Lind cocks her eye, before she realizes off the meld... "Oh... OH... I see..."

"It is a part, of what you are all seeking of moi." Imladris comments, looking around the subdued, pearlescent chamber, that Lind remembers her ancient training within. Such that the memories all flow unbidden, as Lind realizes to reminisce. "So long ago. A part of me... misses those days."

"Was the way of the Order, what you truly wanted?" Imladris questions directly, Lind in simple turn. "From the moment I chose I wanted to be so."

"Your Father, and Mother assured, of influence?"

"None of it coerced. I take my pride from that knowledge."

"Harder. Faster."

"Smarter." Lind begins to realize. Tyr has a voice in Imladris, as he espouses... "I won't lie, despite my own auspice able to, even as a High God... This chamber, was where it 'all' began."

Lind gasps. She has to look about again, the same of her Partners. Lind offers... "You say that in jest or..."

"...impression. Both to no. When I chose to bring about the wrought about Orders that stand now, as they both are, I began here. Svahn the first... where you 'stand' in fact..." ...this Lind looks down, and 'feels' that first moment, when Svahn stood, as the chosen first goddess for the required Need. She 'sees' the entire memory, as Imladris actually reenacts it, as it 'was' happening... "..where you stand, is the first I chose, for reasons my own, to create those that can conduct to the Defense, all that Heaven stands for. This as the pike that belays Hild's wanton desires. Heaven is the greater shield however, for the Realms and World Planes below us all, as they work to strive to achieve a day, to be as Equal to us. Such for each individual, the same as to each civilization, each to their own honored accord. We of the created Orders, WILL uphold the one fact, that we Serve Heaven, for that great Quest."

Lind was in rapture for what she 'felt' Svahn feel, that led to the Love unrequitable. That love, hearing as espoused further.

Tyr orated with passion to a cause fully endorsed to the heart encoded. "To help achieve that Mighty Goal set unto my own brow, to this day, I bequeath your auspice as the First Valkyrie, to begin the addition of all required, to the Infinite cause to come. None of this, will be easy. The price is your daily demand, to the Duty bestowed upon you 'all', that take the same title willingly. The first reward, is the Duty itself, and to the Joy I reverberate for it, knowing the real reward is beyond our eye, though at any time, we may be called to partake in it."

The speech, was reverberating far beyond this mere chamber, so far beyond it.

"My own first love, will be to the upholding of what I willingly defend. If that be your choice to take the same calling, for your Title, then we are of accord, to the Duty cometh."

"What of all else beyond, My Lord?" ...Lind 'heard' her ancient self say, this Imladris eyes back, and something 'new' comes of addition, to an Epochs elder tale.

"All else, I decide to allow. I allow it, because now, my anew self, wants such. For that ancient time when I stood here, and asked for the beginning of the Orders I demanded, I did so alone."

"Ask..." ...Lind found anew to her own voice, quivering a bit too much. Such a table was turned, when Tyr shoved Imladris's facade, into Svahn's own, for Lind to gasp at!

"ASK!? When do I ask for those that beg for glory? Here, we EARN every last measure that we seek the Joy from! Surrender is for the enemy that seeked battle not as Joyous from us! Surrender is not for you to entertain! Quiver not a tone, but bellow a clarion of what you truly seek!"

"COMMAND ME!" Lind took that Clarion, and then 'feel' a willing to look behind herself, and then gasps at the scene of heavenly beauty, overlapped upon the Throne of The Laurina Ost En Menel Nor Alata Anor-Galad. Behind it, Lind 'knows' she sees the mists of Heaven itself, lain behind, as cheers of VAST throngs of the Twin Orders, are 'known' to be heard.

Such she hears in her whispered ear. "You know what we both want."

Lind realizes...'

... ... ...

...right before... "WhathethaWHAAAAA!" ...as Lind suddenly feels herself DRAGGED out of the Meld, by a peeved Mother!

"Get out of there before you both make too much of a scene!" ...as Ishara and Mercy yank Lind away from Imladris! One done with DEAR animal attempts to yank back into the Meld! Of course it's a telling sight on Immy's face too, as Frode just stamps next to his eye boggling head, decrying... "You haven't gained proper Family approval for that activity!" ...as Lind is finally dragged out, and in manic standing order, JUTS into Ishara's face! "We were at the good part! wAiT... whAt part of HeAvEN aRE We StILl in?" ...as Lind requires a moment. Ishara just shakes her head. "Decorum General." ...this Lind snarls back, realizing enough... "Impudence Mother!" ... "Egregiousness Daughter." ... "Insanity Sister!" ... "Rank Sister!" ... "Bring it Sis!" ... "Kids." ... "Watch it Mom!" ...the last from two Valk Daughters. This Frode eyes warily... "This is all still a Favor?"

Lind look ready to Spar her own Father into Oblivion, off that one, when Oblivion seems to suddenly ABSCOND THEM! This as a massive dark energon field of angsty, nevermind ANGRY gravitational energy, suddenly warbles up around the, as much as it grinds out as a trigger!

Frode of course... "Don't you dare Master...!" ...before Gravity is a laced Weapon, unleashed! First, a Massed shock wave that was meant to obliterate entire Star Systems (ala, Supernova akin,) warps them all out of instant sight of the High God! For ever that short moment.

Short as in barely a moment to gather wits back, or even blink a breath, before A Family just WAYLAYS INTO HIM, with his Morphemic held in full gigantic Bladed glory, parlaying off four... actually Six, Axes! This Lind seethes back! "You are being rude, Pup!"

Imladris just eyes dispassionately, before just simply, FLAT OUT swiping the quartet of the Order, off to his right! A good clumped pile of Valkyrian might, reacts in gaze back, stunned, as Lind startles out... "Did he just... to me... with such..." ...she seriously had trouble remarking out, as Jora just says it better... "He finally overpowered you." ...this Jora snickers, with Lind realizing 'that' was what just happened!

An entire journey together, never saw that happen before, for certain. Ishara then ascertains... "Time to switch platters."

"Here a sight, I have never seen before." Imladris remarks without fail, or remorse... this eyes looking back, heed to the ear of... "Of the time I established the Orders, never was it expected to see a Family becometh. Something assured, that I find true affinity unto. Something Heaven is assuredly Proud of."

Something twanged in their mutual souls, for what just was wanted, if unrealized for the one speaking. This as Imladris just SNAPS! "FRODE!"

The challenged, imparted with a best snap to sight assault with his Axe, unto Tyr's weapon awaiting! The 'Spar' however is of... "Know my old Apprentice and Friend, that your mettle is of Strength and Testament to all you choose to stand for. A Torture of Silence, has alone, proven this..." ...this Frode immediately dribbles a tear unto right cheek, before the second half heard... "...however know the Father will now Mind his place, Pupil!" ...as Frode suddenly is enveloped in a white 'rose', not unlike what Hild was once clamped within, of her own usurpation once! This version of white in white, wraps up to only to his neck, before he's 'chained' in place, by those Gamma Ray-UV-esc chains, once more! This Imladris looks upon long enough, before Frode decries, head waggling manically, along with... "This all better be of Worth, Ner!" ...with enough angsty fatherly fashion, so done. This Imladris then SNAPS... "ISHARA!"

...his chin has begotten some steel in it, to keep engaging Ishara's fist upon it. This she seethes in kind. "You really..."

"To you as well." ...such the choice of words, past the lain fist, halts Ishara's halted misgivings, as Imladris's imparts of Tyr's knowledge, as per a Spell... ": Know my Words to you, as you have lived them, to each wonderful day. :" ...this Ishara 'feels' code unlocking in her Network files, as she utters words... "...that... to know my own true strength, as I love with. Every... Day..." ...as she realizes fully... "Yes Master."

Tyr nods, but then reminds via Imladris... "Find that anew in your own anew, the one I wish to help Teach someday. This day however, I find a Want, that you will Heed." ...this before Ishara is SNAP teleported 'into' the same 'cocoon' that Frode is entrapped! Frode just complains! "GAK! This is too tight love!"

"A Pain am I now!?" ...such Ishara reacts with piranha teeth in Frode's face! He be scared. A +1 just enjoys the show.

"JORA!" ...this Lind rolls her eyes at... "Melodrama..." ...as Imladris calls for the next, one that already snap bolted to assault, but in turn, the next split in split freakin moment, is already tossed unto her back, by an over tossing arm of a High God! Jora just moans out, less from very real pain, as much as... "Ohhh... why don't you have a Brother?!"

"Because no love, is ever truly expected." ...this Jora blinks, as a teacher espouses. "The feelings mistaken for such, lead to other roads, where the heart does not find the love seeked. The true version, only finds you, when you want it truly so."

Jora realizes the merit of that, for a Sister in hearing. Such that Jora then spin flips up to enforce a parry upon Morphemic, which is parried in turn with a good WHACK away from, by Axe, for Jora to slide back aside Lind... "Say sorry for me!" ...before Jora then 'becomes' the sand, as she bursts out Breath of Terra, and impressively becomes a dust storm whirlwind, with Jora's Angel guiding it from above, immediately set upon her foe!

And a split second of laughter (eh?) later, before the goddess dervish is suddenly FLASH frozen in a snap cascade of sapphire-rubicon energon, (and the laughter turns from goddess, to god induced,) and is SMACKED back telekinetically, to a flopping goddess format of a result, back near an encased parental couple!

"wOOhOo!" ...Jora warbles out. Ishara blinking at her. "Where did you learn 'that' spell trick?" ...as Frode blinks, at the seemingly misplaced query.

Lind is quite blinking, before side eyeing back, as Imlade-Tyr just wrangles at his right ear... "Sorry, all that sand is just... so annoying..." ...flicking out some said sand.

As Jora lies splayed, (her Angel too,) for another moment, Lind looks up from her hind position, Imladris plainly looking down at, as the War goddess comments... "First time for everything, no?" ...Tyr just offering a helping hand up, one Lind actually takes calmly, to a proper stand. Tyr just offers, for Lind's turn of... "There are always first times. Even when all things repeat, there are still a first time for each. Time alone knows why."

"Not 'just' time alone." Lind spars back.

Tyr finds that Imladris really appreciates that. "Nor to Love."

Jora recovered rather quick, though weird looking with scars of burnished ruby and sapphire on her face and Valk cloth. She and caged in parents however, are passive now, as they see the locked in lover stare, the two of beholden, are sharing.

And soon a pair of gloved hands lock in as well, unto each.

"And now..." ...Ishara lets off, in losing realization, as Frode knows the Family Favor is now past. The rest...

"I have, but one question, unto ye, Valkyrie." ...Lind hears, never knowing her heart could encode such a heartbeat.

... ...

... ...

Worlds upon and within Galaxies, and all relatable souls within, of myriad various dimensions, sensed the moment at hand.

But for once, not even a Creator saw what was coming. Maybe it all 'should' have been obvious.

"They aren't the most romantic type, for 'that'." Keiichi in fact, denoted more 'of' the obvious, beating even Almighty to that punch. That was before, as they 'all' saw...

"Apt wording My Child." Almighty responds to, as even Belldandy cringes in 'seeing'...

... ...

... ...

...as Jora held at her own mouth, since Ishara and Frode couldn't do so for their own, as one traded set of a punch each, causes all but universal tooth agony, in just seeing! This the set two lovers just LAIN into each other with! Lind never felt the kind, as Tyr leveled of vein Imladris 'knew' for so long, that Lind reflectively reacted with, with that Imladris intended first!

It took a jaw shattered moment to heal to mere numbness, for Immy... "Ok...kay... comment... eyahr... really..."

Lind rubbing her own jaw. "So 'that' is what... ohh, kay... is what it's all been like?"

Imlade just comments wackily, still feeling his jaw back... "I... ugh... tingly... just wanted you to feel, what I was begot... (feeling blood again in there...) from ye, all this time."

"Then the pain... gods, you hit hard now... begins to approach the agony of my soul... -reaches to 'set' back a tooth in place in her mouth- ...kay, ah... has endured from all you wrought, in history, and in absence, unto myself."

Imladris stops, as Tyr within, realizes the facet of time, upon them. Tyr never knew, what Imladris 'knows', and as such, the anew god just smirks to his Valkyrie goddess... "Repeat then... for the first time."

Lind couldn't hold back a gasp... "O... only if..." ...as expecting what was espoused in attempt, at the open of the entire affair. Not just of that near moment on knees...

...the eternal moment she ever first saw him.

And it just got better for her, from there, as he LEVELED a momentarily missing Morphemic, upon a suddenly present Diamond Axe, as... "IF?!"

The Dance changed... it became something haunting to witness, as at first, a rough moment of enforcement, as Blade kept slamming, cutting, and mostly prodding, as God demanded first of Goddess... "I take no IF to be of vain! Show me first your true force and form, to better answer!"

Lind, flabbergasted, realized to reformat her being to her utter General state, jumpsuit for the elegance of ferocity, that twirl SLAMMED her weapon into a far more clear response! It was good, but... "I demand more!" ...he forced unto her to show more goddess truth, as within ten masterful strokes of their chosen weapons, elegance of shown grace literally sparkled forth before the God of Strategy. Not of fancy either, as ethereal shimmer of icy stars, were spell Runed and caressed to make Imladris see what 'he' saw of her. It was clear unto both, the Link hid nothing now as well, and Lind was all too willing to reciprocate.

As did a Lord Knight of Regalia. All those enforced Gifts, were shone upon a General now, of a point that 'was' of the next point, as Evolution shown next, for wrought forth Mints Twin, to see.

"What else ya got." Imlade egged on, Lind realized out of her decently surprised stupor, to cascade both Axe and tone with... "What else do I begot?! How about 'this' moment, waited for lifetimes for!"

Lind is shoved back, Imladris 'offering', for a off kilter, teeth barring (and still question awaiting now.) "More to come then. Each moment as anew as the next, 'to' love and fear of my demand."

To be sure, as Lind shoves Imlade backwards in turn... "You know of my own demand then, Ner?"

The way Lind was shoved off so abruptly, it was like a male figure skater tossing a female partner, the way Lind lands goddess akin. Such witnessing lose senses in what follows. What seem more of elegance than of combat, parries off of spins in multiple, seemingly abrupt vectors, as Angels and Hosts make unto spar as a form of courtship, truly with no equal kin, no equal measure.

To be sure, the strikes of exotic weaponry, isn't serene. The sparkles trade, as much as sparks, flares of light, as much as flares of clashing, with more than a few grunts. Intermingled within... "Then I expect, as well as demand!"

"Command then!" Lind seethes coldly, yet joyously, as Heaven's great Strategist plays a different kind of 'strategy'. One meant to win a new form of victory. One as old as time, one yet beholden to the returned God, of ever till incumbent moment, a measure.

A traded parry, that Imladris catch slides his blade, to lean in close of a Beloved with. "Command with me."

Simple sounding words that made Lind slide back for a moment of realizing respite, NOT given as Imladris waylaid no quarter, an overhand slash, parried unto Axe handle, as Lind is leaned into closer with.

"What you seek, I now Command. One I will not ask of again."

Lind gasped, realizing the cruelty of what was wanted, absconded into a MONOLITHIC responsibility. One made with... "You... would caveat unto my heart?!" ...the Valkyrie General blurted out.

Somewhere in a blur of a serene blast of light, movement turned unto Lind somehow ending up with her God, leaned unto her backside, the overhead slash motion he made, causing her blocking motion, to end up with an opening into her raised arms, one leaned unto of her ear, whispered with his tone to croon of... "I demand of no less. Will or nor."

Rather than the ill demonic whisper that he used of that one derided Spar prior, no place of it here, caused a format of discomfort, where now control, was all but from a Valkyrie's gasp. So saying despite all of it, at her whim.

The next moment, she feels of him, suddenly afar, in midst of Family triad watching in mired emotions 'never' experienced before, Imladris offering to continued certain, with gestures open of palms, weapon laden to certain effect. "You seek of me, to be of Family. I accept to my old mode, this and further more. Now however, is of 'my' turn, to offer, what 'will not' be offered again." ...as present celestials hearing, sink their hearts in true encoded joy and enrapture in realizing...

...but also in something never witnessed before. Lind admits openly, as she wrangles badly into hands, her glorious weapon. "Tell me directly... simply... dreadfully... this demand I feel confusion in truth accepting." ...as gown, her mane, adrape about her, said of her emotions plying.

Imladris teases with an at first tap of his free left gauntleted finger tip, then... "Hmm... didn't sound right there..." ...before the next Knightly stroke SLAMS them both, into a sliding motion of weapon and emotion, rose petals fluttering as if of blossoms in clouds about them, feather akin if of emotion erupted forth! "Command that Will, blast you Naïve!" ...from Steel will of tresses colored, that captivate enraptured sight.

"Partnership." ...said in such a way, that melted an icy heart, without fail. With further parry that just danced forth, for a Valkyrie to decide by... "Tyr of I, withheld from heart, what was created to be with Love, foremost, for the sake of such Facet, truly for its own Truthful sake. I now will take of new Life, one other to Share with no fail, all that Tyr of I wrought, for the sake of Existence. Of Sanity. Of Destiny. Of Life. Of Future.

Of Hope."

Lind didn't last past...

"Of all that, I Command you of this. COMMAND the Orders 'with' me, as the One aside of me, as the one, You ever saw within me. My Valkyrie. My General. My Equal."

Lind blinks. Aye, she melted, but assured to not put past her, as she spin shoves off her Confessor, past utter emotions enamored, to snap forth with Axe level horizontal forth... "From all that emo crud, to 'this' suddenly?! Just one thing to be sure Belove."

Imladris blinks, but avoids a flatfooted moment, as Lind delivers a classic low cut, upper-slash attack, that Imlade catches deftly by Blade.

"You have never beaten me, in Battle." Lind derides past the overflowing glee she has within. Imladris just smirks as he banters by blade and tone in turn of continuing spar. "Oh? A demand of me in turn then, warrior lass?"

Lind just complies with further banter to 'understand' by. The nigh endless cascade of cutting edges help the points across of... "Oh like you know not! Help you lead all our fine Commanded, when you still haven't garnered one assured mercy from me, by overcoming it!"

"Oh like you haven't enjoyed me attempting the same, for ALL this eternal time!"

"One last wait, and yet you ask for me to consider past it?! Of all the outlandish expectation you foolish Ner!"

"I would expect, you would want to continue to see this attempt forth, into the forever to come, if you think brave of me enough there, you celestial muskrat!"

"Pitiful rather than Brave, what have Ye to expect, if you cannot defeat my Power! *Raspberry!* "

"I've tasted your Pity for too long! Taste my wanton demands in turn! You answer of thee I await! *Drooping an eye lid* "

"Await for continued scorn, if you then dare, impotent Celestial cur!"

"Valkyrie dog!"

"Cat lubber!"

All that, to be certain (the last whole part,) was done while circling about the watching Valkyrie Family Favor members. (And more.) Jora just cocks a blared eye at... "What kind of sparring is 'that', you guys?"

"Unconventional Warfare!" Both lovers just spat at each other with! Ishara just rolls her eyes. "Know that kind well." ...to a glare from Frode.

Imladris just stops for a moment, scratching at his head comically, as Lind awaits what response there could be to come, to match one last obstacle she demands of. As such, from visual perspective, Imladris looks anime kookily introspective, as Tyr sure had nothing to offer here, of note. Lind is feeling uneasy for a good moment, as Imladris makes turn of... "Soooo, equal shared command of the Twin Orders, utter responsibility within, Queen of a Galaxy of beloved trillions, and everlasting love with no shame or bounds, (of my auspice,) at mercy of simple overridden respect. This I take of it simply?" ...his be put with a plain open palm, off of folded arms shown, held weapon framing. Face bland looking to match.

Lind gulped... "Uh... well..." ...struggling to keep her poker face in (dire) check. Not helped any, as Jora just barks manically... "You and your unreasonable Standards, Sis!" ...which Lind just barks back... "You're not helping!"

"It can't be that simple." Frode realizes. Ishara... "What? What?!" ...she bites at Frode's ear, (actually about biting it, in their absconded position mutual.) Such that Imladris nods... "If it all be that simple indeed..." ...that he goes from kooky motions of generic thinking, to before Lind can react off of what she suddenly notes off the Link, the anew God just strides over, and makes One empowered swipe with Morphemic, unto Diamond Axe so strikingly that she loses actual grip of her diamond weapon! All in the same stroke, he loses grip of own weapon deliberately, causing both implements, to fly off to Lind's crashing mutual right!

As they land, a sight aghast to warriors that are taught not to lose grip on their weapon... ever... (first day Cadre Training codex, in fact,) it's a clear motion to clarion ascended of his words next.

"Stronger, faster, 'and' smarter to be sure. But to be sure, a true warrior, is nay beholden to 'one' weapon alone. Nor any single lesson akin. Can you teach me of a better one in such situations?" ...said with empowered eyes deep into her drowning steel eyes.

"Show." Lind asks, feeling bare of all of her known senses.

That cool knife of angel feathers, all 'he' was entered upon her soul. Emotion lost words, as she realized to reciprocate, something truly not seen before. In split moments. Ishara: "A double Meld." This as Her eyes glowed of his myriad godly colors, His ever of icy encapsulation. Flowing celestial fabric serenaded upon them both where appropriate.

Voice and mind echoed to external, despite the soulful internal.. "- Of this, a weapon, or other, you belie of this?-" ...Imladris asked.

"- Better than... -" ...Lind offered. Imladris teased... "- So this not be enough... -" ... "- Yes... -" ...Lind interjected before the question formed. Imladris didn't realize as... "- Then what be mor... -" ...as she Answered.

The Kiss was as passionate and accepting, as the cheers that finally realized the next threshold crossed.

Their world really was their own, for a truly sweet moment of relinquished agony. So much so, worlds changed, were not even noticed, from alone, to more than aplenty watching. Binds never seen released. Not even as deep kiss relented to broken up more versions, as Imladris decided. "To better amend then..." ...as Lind realized to barely allow past some deeply wanted kissing, as Imladris finally conjured up the ring box, and the bejeweled artifact within. The slender fit of gold and diamond, Lind felt a fathomless release on feeling, a burden no longer there, of 'all' she felt.

And truly not caring of the audience they now share, Lind in deep lean of her head into his chest. "This feels so right."

His simple nod unto her melon, deepened her love, 'that' much more. A wellspring she desperately wanted to fall into forever.

"Prrreecciioouusss..." ...they both began hearing, interrupting their Melded 'solitude', as external influence of celestial... er... greed, interceded. Lind began to realize of annoyance. "Please tell us thine not of..." ...as Both now Betrothed, look up to the Temple gathering, looking onward of revelry and clapping galore, (for several minutes without fail, at that,) as growing closer, several goddesses of high and mortal note, glower closer to the shiny bespeckled to their comical eyes of ... well, jewelry loving ladies can go Gollum apparently.

"Prrreecciioouusss..." ...again, Urd and Chihiro competing for greediest looking on approach, before Lind blinks and BARKS back. "BACK AWAY FROM MY PRECIOUS, SCOUNDRELS!" ...making good scattered effect of comedy, to that indeed!

Imlade just blinks, looking at the betrothal ring... "I know Irtasus made this, but really I..." ...before Lind corrects with... "Not 'that', you Ner!" ...a passionate grasp of his armored scruff, and lips, in such order.

"Now 'that', is how it's supposed to be." Frigurina espouses joyously.

"But not all." ...an equal teenaged Creator amends, as Imladris suddenly feels several more glommed formats, unto his personage. This he hazards broken kiss to see, as...

"Master." ...probably an equally endearing moment, as Family akin of Lind, are... "Are you... Frode? ...Ishara? Jora?" ...sobbing happily... "You're really back Master. You're really..." ...Frode of poignant note. Imladris blinking, as Lind adopts a similar note of glom.

Imladris blinks, and despite knowing better, confirms off of a traded look with Keiichi, as the lad denotes. "I guess you married into the family too."

Imladris gets that confirmation, looks down at Lind, denoting the feel at hand, and then just comically nods in amicable acceptance.

"I can live with that."

... ... ...

The cheering didn't stop Midgrade side, as 'land' under Mercurial skies, were abound in equal joy. Seemed like was much, that any happenstance lately, made for Heaven to nigh halt the System, to rip roil in reverent frivolity!

"Twin moments, to be certainly bridled in ecstasy, to be assured." ...a gargantuan head quipped, as it 'all' had cometh across Irtasus's mind-sight, inclusive. This has her dragon kin, flitted about, seeing all the joy that their miniscule hosts, were in such revelry of. Goddesses and Seraphim aplenty, dancing, singing, popping into the sky to fall down to cushioned landings, to repeat again, in replete measure.

"Mother?" ...a glowing younger daughter of an Angel Egg asked, Irtasus seeing the honest value of her ignorance, upon her draconic facade. "Indeed, fearless dear daughter Angelus."

"I... I beget dishonest tidings in reciprocating what..." ...the dragonling offered, as a random goddess twirled by, with Angel alike, off to the Angel Dragonesses upper left.

Irtasus didn't raise her head. Not of fatigue, but simply, as so, as responded in said relaxed posture, offering back... "Of heed, all my tales and stories, did you not glean enough off of, to appreciate the spectacle apparent?"

Angelus could only shake her head in 'nay'.

"Know then daughter, the meaning of tales that take too long to rectify to a wanted conclusion." ...this Irtasus realized, and... "Amend: Unto a new beginning. One now shared to another wanted beginning. Two for one, by cheerful happenstance."

Irtasus blinks, as Irtasus's hybrid silver-gold dragonling son Oplua, nearby, is tossed back and forth, by several goddesses, all laughing the all while. (Across the Tyr Starport in so doing. Gee.) Irtasus doesn't share in this, as since her return from her violation, she... 'changed', in a way Irtasus was seeing hints of. Such borne forth with... "Why... does it make me feel..." ...but only so.

Irtasus does not prod, as a daughter tries to understand 'what' she is feeling. It comes out as, partially... "S.. sad..." ...from a disjointed feeling daughter.

"Be mindful of what you ever will feel." A mother lain as simple wisdom, this as mind is still upon the originating 'party' of note.

With that, Angelus just flits off, to begin to do just that.

Meanwhile...

"At least the spell will wear off now." Irtasus hears from her beloved Yaltros.

"Spell." ...a half slumbering mother of dragons remarks. Yaltros heard the 'question' there. "Indeed. The spate of ill fortune he had been..."

"Not of I." ...a mother is falling into her slumber, to let revelry continue beyond her behest. Yaltros cocks his draconian eyes, as last words are... "...nay past the working, now adorned."

Yaltros turned his head, ignoring all else of celebration. Mindful, he turns back to a silver head, one now snoring at peace. (If loud, head rested upon the upper starport decking, like a pillow.) Yaltros learned the price of interceding such, of their wedded past.

And of note, Yaltros remarks mindful... "Imagine one now must, of their version of such..." ...looking over at a snorefest, "...bliss."

Some celebrations, moved elsewhere, of immediate note.

... ... ...

Others...

"You wanted a scene ton head! You get one!" ...as Chihiro leads the tight and crowded gathering, with two are the all but pinned in, center of.

"Scene?" Imladris cracked, as Eihwa next closest to Imlade's free Tyr side... "Quadro! How much more could you two make of a Proposta di matrimonio!"

"How else to get through to him." Lind prods ceaselessly, as Imladris just beams pure joy, with gaze upon her.

"Houw bout'a stick a dynamie!" Tamiya adds, only there the laughter is pure, no deride needed, or added.

Nearby, not even 'another' watching... "We find this good." ...as Mara and Satorna look over, taking a part of rare allowed festivities, on past the moment all was realized of truth. Mara... "Mistress?"

Hild hid not, of telling with a glass of champagne in hand. "Of the ordeal, they celebrate. I celebrate the return of an old friend."

Satorna was as empty of words to add to that, or even mock, trading a look Mara, before the Demoness comments... "Friend?" ...Hild nodding, only adding... "Later."

Of near, Sora joshes in, elbowing the newly returned god of all essential truth. "So, you two lovers know where yah gonna get hitched yet?"

All mind Imladris had to bade that off, was countered with... "Heaven. Of no doubt." ...by Lind insistent. Tyr blinks over to a hazard, Lind noting... "Not of here, persay, at all?" ...of whit Lind ala smiling ceaselessly. "Here, can be There, of no avail."

"Sounds like dere coulda be an 'Avail'." Takano makes cracking light of.

"Or there none be of, at all." ...a Mighty friend counters. Many a present mortal eye look, as much as Tyr cocks an eye in turn. One that then turns endearingly poignant. This as Lind realizes to let go of his left arm, so that Tyr's right arm can befriend a Friend's shoulder, befit of many a Middle-Earth anywhere. Such reciprocated as Almighty, despite height, comments verily happily.

"You have Decided well."

"It 'is', good to be back. Friend."

No dry eyes there to be had. Such however found bewildered despite, on added comment from Almighty... "Now we can continue age old stratagems of old, as per our ancient matches of the past."

Countered with... "We will need a third chess board, however." ...Frode and Ishara blink, same as Lind blinks, Frigurina realizing and then quipping. "A chess match, after so long?" ...as uncertain of her voice, as she ever would ever be again. Belldandy even... "Mother?"

"I... admit to never have played." Lind offers simply. Imladris offering a Tyr best in gazed turn. "The next lesson to be had, by ravishing pupil." ...cupped in lightly held chin on thumb. Not like Lind was going to say 'nay' anyway.

"As long as this bucket head gets to work on time!" Chihiro erupts in! A few off kilter eyes look, as Eros quips from off the side, Sigrun looking over as warily. "Ayah... should ye be trashing his Excellency Lordship like be that?" ...as even Chihiro turns pensive, atop an indelible melon. One that however raises a hand in appeasement. "Nay nay. Whatever step this becomes of moi, the original soul I have lain within, be assured the me of be, that as you nominally expect of me."

Eyes turn back to decently watery on hearing... "I expect nay less, of those that know me, as I call them of Family. Bar none."

His melon is YANKED over in measured order, by... "More of myself, I still expect." ...Steel assertion. "Oh, by no perchance less." ...Imlade jitters back, with no chance to measure. At expense laughter comes in this wake, same as Chihiro resumes atop Immy's skull... "Alright! I get the best stock boy in the universe, in my shop!"

"What about Lind?" Sentaro asks, Chihiro outright in looking response, Imlade looking 'up' of eyes... "Stocking supervisor, along with product testing." Lind smirking, in Urd cracking in... "Ooh! Wedding promotion!"

Rei even edges in, elbowing of comment, past her presumed years... "- Guess Lind-sama is really the boss of ye now, milord. -"

"Of ever else be that such that is new, in turn?" Imlade exhales comically, a good quick-punch to Tyr's sturdy ribcage, accentuates from Lind. "And ye not ever become forgotten about it." ...this leading to cascaded laughter upon Imladris's peevish part, as Lind stands in elegant, if haughty, folded arm, proudly smirking posture.

And of such new to be beholden, such Tyr 'now', wouldn't have such, any other way.

... ... ...

She knew now.

She 'had' to have Her way!

She swore asunder upon it!

... ... ...

"When does their joy, becomes a part of ours, simply now for simply watching dear?"

Another set of eyes, another family, of witness to it all, from the start, heard from their elder of this Family, from the comment from the motherly version. "Quite soon. Enough for now to witness, and plan from. Seeing it all indeed, is all what I too, want to partake in." ...this as they watched from the Temple shadows, with little reason for their focus to look their way. Nor impeded for such to occur now, in any case.

This as sisters four, one familiar from a galaxy afar that 'was' truthful for her reasons for her 'familiarity' upon a galactic monarch, the others, no less of merit to the family 'title', arrayed around the parents, that 'knew' explanation was going to be acidic to endure.

As such for now, Time slowly came to a close, for 'Family' to end up being so much more.

"But not now."

"Watching still, is enough."

"Heheh... oh Brother." ...the 'familiar' one, brushed past her Cyform hair scrunchie.

... ... ...

"You're not remaining attaccato in eterno to him?" Eihwa asked, as she and Lind remained alone, atop the Temple. Lind at first, as Imladris left (quite temporarily,) to attend to a matter. One seen as she watched from afar, said above.

"It is, Gods talk, after all. That whole bonding thing, us goddesses refrain from of times proper." ..Lind puts with disdainful hand twirls, all of it making Eihwa giggle. This as the party had become too late to remain, in favor of quieter tidings. Encampment dispersed to whence Heaven they came. Few were about enough of wakened mode, to be outside now.

That left time alone, for those that truly required no such thing, as mortal sleep. Afar, past the Temple entrance archway, a figure approaching another, upon the afar roadway adjoining, in the cold night air, equally dissuaded from immortal worry.

Not that cold would dissuade Eihwa, on hearing... "Plus... we, you and I, need to talk of another facet."

Eihwa blinked over. "Si, mi dea?"

Lind rather open for something prior 'not' even in her realm to consider openly, till now, just offers... "Of love, that goddesses know so well." ...this Lind offers her right hand to pat at Eihwa's left, from whence they sat. Eihwa suddenly never feeling so free, within her encoded skin, as Lind quips. "So, let us talk, you and I, to truly better know each other."

"Not by Link." Eihwa understood.

Accented... "Of talk."

Lind in turn hearing... "No holding back." ...for her to shake her head at, to agree by.

... ... ...

Of another...

"Such a rare moment." ...one Friend to Another, is so told. Almighty nods, never realizing before, even of 'other' times before, of such wanted of this. "Indeed."

"Taking in such simple sights?" Imladris imparted through Tyr, allowing the old Friend to be there, without hesitation. Almighty of the smaller still, offers... "I started simple enough, despite how complex the true Working, had become. This sight, holds of both."

Imladris nods, bobbing his head in so doing. Al just snickering on hearing... "I take it, you wish all such things, were as simple." ...put as a light mock. Almighty in turn... "Such as from one, whom would be talking thusly?"

Simple laughter. Nothing more complex than that.

Maybe not as so... "Working on a fifth, with Frig?"

Al just waggles a tsk-tsk finger back... "Be of yours, to be first, of assured prior."

"Good luck." Tyr hums back. More knowing laughter, despite Imladris realizing the minefield he talks himself into. The unease the chuckles flitter off, leave unto a good, fine moment of just... standing there.

A good long moment.

Long enough until... "Of what Days, there be left."

Almighty didn't flinch. Such not pressed, until words that then follow. "Nay. Of several that be yet, 'this' one, I still wish to only be in. All such, for now."

"If I not be any burden after."

"None."

All left for yet another good long while. The future, only be by the passing second, of each, here.

Long enough until another... "I feel it too."

No response from Almighty.

"M...Master?" ...this making both gods turn to... "Ah. Frode." ...Imladris' still alluding through Tyr. Darkness of bare lit lights near, and afar, giving solemn repose as the Judicator approached, as of anything, but the Councilor that he was. Imladris blinked, as Al saw on same approach. Frode for one... "I feel out of place now."

"And still you come." Imladris cracked through. Frode heard of it more from Tyr, as he blushed through his aged beard. So much that Almighty smirked, as Imladris openly reminded. "Come now. Remember it 'is' still just me, to talk of unto."

"I wanted to talk to more." Frode relented, a juxtaposition at hand here. Tyr was assuredly through Imladris, as said foretold, as the Knight held at his armored belt. "And you will beget... more. Just remember be it I, that lain hand upon your daughter, as my betrothal. I expect consternation at least still there."

Frode looked lay in confusion, to 'whom' he was addressing. "That one loved, is unto another loved, I awaited for far too long to meet again? What IS my consternation to become as?"

"Natural."

Frode was aback. Almighty nodding. "Do not look so readily for more than you wish to look for. I see, that 'you' see, for a sight from another time."

Imladris bobs a nodding head. "Aye. Do I look like I want to live life, out of time... er... again?" ...he realizes peevishly. Frode gaffs, snapping a bit more out of turn than intended... "That all feels so unnatural at THAT! And so be this!"

"Thanks for the obvious teach." Imlade cracked, making Frode about facevault! Said cracked loudly in turn! "Teacher?! I'm still your student!"

"We're both."

Almighty got the moment he wanted, without looking for, as Frode realized on hearing from... "Master... Apprentice... Teacher... Student... Father... Son... more...

...we're all one and the same, everyday, if only in different ways, by certain passing moments. Both chosen, and nor."

It was there that Imladris was 'heard' for what Tyr really was now, as Frode realized a 'lot' of things from that. Things such as his reality, status, family bonds, so much more. Only a mere watershed moment needed. It's accented with a kooky...

"Oh, and dare not add in Mother and Daughter to said query unto moi." Imlade cracks, Al starting to snicker, as Tyr 'reminds' of pointed finger at... "Dare ye not forget our tussle of said wager! I be not so willing to endure goddess such pangs readily AGAIN!" ...this starting a crescendo of laughter, billowed further with Frode hearing... "I be owed to beget you back on that one!"

Through mighty laughter, in no refrain from... "I... -laughter- ...bid thee all tidings of luck... -ever more- ...such thou be of lady goddess luck's need!"

The two ancient friends, just ended up in leaned onto shoulders, in same ancient remembered laughter and memory. Frode on memory realizing is in equal laughing agony... especially when he remembers on adding... "And such a nice petticoat to tails, that gown was."

Said three just lost it, for another good while.

Might as well have awoke the neighborhood, of such little restrain. Such enough that the Temple wall and archway saw more than a few melons now.

"Wow." Skuld admitted, her head poking above the wall line. Belldandy speechless on sight, Urd whispering... "Never seen Daddy like this."

"Yeah." Frig smiled, on far end. Other various faces, said or thought zilch otherwise.

Faces variously contorted on then hearing, even those that had been prior discussing other things, of...

"We should goddess drag, like that other time, down to Arcadia again."

"Ancient times sake indeed!" Al to Tyr, as if they were on Mead.

Of another, next to Eihwa blanching facade, one that pulls of a glum facade on hearing... "I want a pre-nuptial."

(End Act IX)